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The Girl Next Door
Many of you will have read my stories over the past few years, posted on various websites, including my own (below); will know that I love to see females wearing scarves. This fetish also extends to short skirts, woollen jerseys and thick Lycra or wool and always opaque tights or pantyhose as you guys call them in the States.
This story is my latest, written in late 2008 and inspired from reading tons of scarf related bondage stories.
I hope you all enjoy this latest tale and feel free to e-mail me your thoughts.
Author: Ed Kilpatrick
The Girl next door:
My name is David Kelly and I live on the edge of Cambridgeshire in a modern 21st century block of flats, or executive apartments as they like to be known in this part of the London commuter belt. My apartment is on the ground floor and is one of six in a two-by-two, three story configuration. I’ve lived here for two years and while I have met my neighbours, all are young couples except Jennifer Owens who lives in the downstairs apartment next to mine. Most of us work in London, using the high speed train link to Kings Cross Station. I’m a project manager with a multinational corporation and I believe Jennifer teaches physiology in the near-by Cambridge University.
I have only managed to catch a few polite ‘hello’s’ from Jennifer on passing between the doors of our apartments to the front door access to our block. I was impressed from the first day I met her with her long blonde hair, tight hour-glass glass figure and long legs. What impressed me about Jennifer the most is the way she dresses. In the summer she’ll wear silk or satin floral print dress with bare legs or in skin coloured tights but always with a silk scarf tied around her neck to match whatever dress she is wearing that day. During last winter I often saw her in wool sweater-dresses, or simple tight wool jerseys with a short skirt and her legs clad in the finest black opaque tights. Again, just like the summer, Jenifer always wore a scarf tied or simply wrapped around her neck and/or lower face to protect her from the cold and these would also be in an array of colours to match whatever outfit she was wearing that day and either made of the finest thick silk or cashmere.
While I constantly fantasised about Jennifer being tied up and playing with her silk or cashmere covered body, I never thought I’d ever get the opportunity to meet this fantastic girl in a consensual bondage situation until last week.
This all started a few weeks ago when I began to notice Jennifer going out late at night; always a Friday night and her putting a set of keys under the red flower pot that sat to the left of our front door and therefore directly under one of my windows. It was early
November and the British winter was fast approaching. Last Friday I sat up and watched as Jennifer headed towards the park on foot, across from our apartment block and out of site, among the trees. Because of the darkness, I struggled to see what she was wearing but what I did notice was the black high-heeled leather boots and a hooded poncho that came to just above the line of her leather boots. I struggled to see her face, which wasn’t a surprise as the lower part half had been covered by a red wool scarf that completely hid her mouth and I guess protected her face from the cold. About two hours later I had turned out the lights of to give Jennifer the opinion that I’d gone to bed but instead I watched as she returned out of the tress, across the patch of grass to the car park and finally the steps to our apartment. It was then I noticed in complete surprise as Jennifer turned herself around and manoeuvred her back to the flower pot and knelt down to allow her hands to escape the hem line of her black fleece poncho. What caught me by surprise the most was the fact her hands were handcuffed behind her back. Picking up the keys in her clumsy gloved hands, Jennifer first struggled to unlock one of her handcuffs, which then allowed her the freedom to open the outer door to our apartment block, where she disappeared inside immediately. I couldn’t believe my eyes as the blonde I’d fantasised so much was actually a bondage freak (just like me) so I had to have her and I set about my plans to trick, maybe even trap Jennifer next Friday night.
I couldn’t wait until the following Friday and I set about my plans to catch out my poor neighbour and introduce myself to her in a way she’d never forget! Again at 10PM, I sat in my darkened apartment to watch the beautiful girl next door pop her keys under the red flower pot and head into the darkness. Again, she wore the same high-heeled leather boots, black hooded fleece poncho and just like last week, her lower face was hidden behind that red wool scarf. I left it an hour, which was nearly impossible given my excitement but at 11:10, I wrapped up warm myself, headed outside and collected Jennifer’s keys from under the flower pot. There were three keys on a single key-ring; a single handcuff key, which I clearly recognised from my vast collection of manacles and shackles and two chubb keys, one for the outer door to our apartment block and the other I assumed was the key to Jennifer’s apartment. I had thought about going into her apartment just to find out her fetish tools but to be honest that would be ‘breaking and entry’ and therefore breaking the law. I was a law abiding citizen so why was I about to trick my gorgeous neighbour out of her freedom? Anyway, it was now 11:20 and I had to get a move on if I was to catch Jennifer in the act of self bondage and give her the impression I was actually her knight in shining armour. To ensure I didn’t slip up, I returned Jennifer’s key-ring to the draw in my bedside cabinet before heading out and into the darkness myself to await Jennifer’s return. I kept my distance and bang on time, the black figure with her lower face covered in red, appeared out of the trees and headed towards our apartment block. I hid behind my car and watched as Jennifer climbed the steps and began her reverse manoeuvre, hoping to pick-up her keys to freedom. I had moved the flower pot ever so slightly to the left, which caused Jennifer to knock it over the side of the steps and into the rose-bush outside my living-room window. As Jennifer stood up, I could see the panic in her eyes, at the realisation that her keys and freedom had now disappeared into a densely populated rose-bush (or so she thought). I then watched for about ten minutes as Jennifer tried in vain to enter the rose-bushes to try and find the missing keys but I wasn’t going to be so cruel to allow her to hurt herself so it was time for Jennifer’s knight in shining armour to step in and save her.
I approached from the car park and Jennifer froze in fear as she saw a man approach from the dark towards her and our apartment block:
“Are you okay there Jennifer,” I asked as I approached the steps to the front door and retrieved my keys to the outer door?
“Ummm, Uuuuhh,” was the only response I got from Jennifer and I thought to myself; even better, she is gagged!”
I tried to ask Jennifer if she’d lost her keys and I did get a grunt and a nod from her wool covered face. I then suggested that she come inside to the heat of my apartment and then I’d get a torch and go back outside to look for her keys. Jennifer’s eyes told me of the fear she was now experiencing but then she had played with fire but I certainly had no plans to burn her. I opened the outer door to our apartment block and followed Jennifer inside. She then stood by the door to my apartment and I ushered her inside ahead of me like any gentleman would do.
“If you go into the living-room and sit down Jennifer, I’ll go and fetch my torch; I won’t be a minute,” I explained as Jennifer headed to the bright lights of my living-room.
It only took me a minute to find my torch and as soon as I returned to the living-room Jennifer tried to stand up from the couch, which is easier said than done when your hands are cuffed behind your back. I should know as I’ve often spent an evening in front of the TV with my own hands tightly cuffed and without the general motion and freedom of your arms, it is very difficult to gain immediate balance from the sitting position.
“Come here, I’ll help you Jennifer,” I suggested as I took hold of her forearm, hidden behind the fleece poncho.
Jennifer then turned to show me that her hands were cuffed behind her back. She tugged at the fleece poncho in the same fashion she would have used to gain partial freedom to pick up the keys from under the flower pot.
“I assume you’ve done this to yourself Jennifer,” I asked and she just turned to face me and nodded with a look of complete submission.
I then explained to Jennifer that I have handcuff keys but first I wanted to know if she wanted me to remove the scarf that I assumed was preventing her from speech. Jennifer nodded in agreement and I slowly approached and pulled down the hood of her poncho. I then saw that her complete lower head and face had been wrapped in the soft red cashmere scarf. I undid the toggles holding the poncho closed and I lifted it off her head and pulled the thick fleece from her body. It was then I could see the beauty in front of me. Jennifer was wearing a tight woollen jersey that hugged her body and nicely proportioned breasts. She also wore a tartan mini-skirt in red and black that contrasted very well the blackness of her jersey, thick Lycra opaque tights and high-heeled leather boots. Still wrapped around her lower face was the long red cashmere scarf that Jennifer had wrapped twice around her face and tied below her chin. I picked at the large knot in the scarf and began to unwrap it from her face, revealing another heavy silk scarf gag. As I placed the long red cashmere scarf on the couch, I turned Jennifer around to begin the slow process of picking at the tight silk knot that no doubt held something tight within Jennifer’s mouth, preventing her from any decent sound. It took me several minutes to pick the two knots and unwrap a long band of thick and expensive silk from around Jennifer’s head. This was a large square Hermes style scarf in paisley print red and black and as I turned to face her, Jennifer’s embarrassment grew as I was now left no option but to pull a small square, plain green bandana from Jenifer’s mouth, which was now soaking wet after several hours packing her mouth.
“Thank you David, thank you so much,” was the first words that came from Jennifer’s mouth as she started the slow process of exercising her sore and stiff jaw.
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about Jennifer,” I reassured her as I went to find my handcuff keys.
I returned in minutes and directed Jennifer to trun around so I could unlock the silver handcuffs from her black leather gloved hands. I then realised that my keys wouldn’t release these handcuffs.
“Jennifer,” I said. “These keys don’t fit your handcuffs,” I explained.
“I guess you’re using standard keys that fit Hiatt or S&W cuffs,” Jennifer asked before explaining that her cuffs were from South Korea and made by Yuil so therefore my keys were no use.
Now this left me with a dilemma. I could go and get Jennifer’s keys or leave her handcuffed, while I pretended to go outside and look for her keys around the rose bush. I was enjoying myself so you know what I did then!
“I’m sorry Jennifer; I’m going to have to leave you handcuffed while I go outside and look for your keys is that okay,” I asked?
There was nothing she could do but accept her current position. I couldn’t even remove her leather gloves because the handcuffs were tight and prevented me from pulling the leather from her hands so I headed outside to pretend to look for her keys. I looked up at one point while thumbing in the thorny rose bush to see my new friend standing at the window watching me with her pert breasts forced forward under the pressure of her arms being pinned behind her back by the locked handcuffs. I shook my head in frustration and hope that my act would certainly show Jennifer that I was trying but after 20 minutes or so, I headed inside to the heat, empty handed.
“I’m so sorry Jennifer; you’ll have to wait until morning and daylight for me to look properly for your keys. I have a spare bedroom and you are welcome to spend the night there but I’m afraid you’ll not have a comfortable rest with your hands cuffed behind your back.”
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and thanked me for my kindness and told me that she had slept many times with her hands cuffed behind her back and this started out first conversation, which carried on for the next hour while I made some coffee and held the cup up to her mouth while she drank. Jennifer seemed to open up to me and told me all about her love of scarves but how they played such a large part of her bondage fetish and while I didn’t open up anywhere near as much as my new house guest, it was clear we were getting on so well.
At around 2AM, it was time for bed but here was our next challenge. Jennifer announced that she needed to take a leak and I really had no option but to assist her. We headed into the bathroom and I undid her tartan mini-skirt, let it fall to the floor before pulling down her thick black opaque tights, followed by white satin pants and leaving her alone for a few minutes privacy to carry out her business. Luckily she only needed a number-one so a quick pat down with a piece of toilet-roll and I was clear to pull up her pants and tights. Jennifer asked me to leave her skirt off but to help her remove her high heeled leather boots, which I did as soon as we reached my spare bedroom.
“Will you be alright tonight Jennifer,” I asked in a sympathetic way as I helped her under the duvet and switched off the bedroom light.
“David, you’re so sweet,” replied Jennifer. “I guess you’re only in the next room if I need any help,” and with that I left Jennifer for my own bed.
It was long night for me because I couldn’t believe my luck having my beautiful next door neighbour tied up in the next room. If she only knew that I could grant her freedom but I just couldn’t bring myself to ruining my moment and a point in Jennifer’s self bondage routine that would hopefully change both our lives forever.
Morning finally came as the winter sun began to peak through my curtains just after 8AM, added to the rustle of noise coming from next door. Within only a few minutes, standing at my open bedroom door was the gorgeous Jennifer, still covered neck to toe in black and still her arms were pinned behind her back offering me an excellent view of her wool covered tits.
“I’m so sorry to wake you David but I need to take a piss, would you mind helping me,” asked Jennifer in such a teasing manor.
I told this bound beauty that it was no problem at all and I directed her into my ensuite and pulling down her tights and pants again, before leaving her alone to take a leak.
“I’m done David,” Jennifer called from the ensuite so I headed back in to help her pull up her silk pants followed by the thick luxurious Lycra tights.
As I headed back to bed, Jennifer followed and sat down on my bed beside me.
“So David, I never got a chance to ask you last night, why you had access to handcuff keys? I know you’re not a COP so why do you need handcuffs,” asked Jennifer in school-girl inquisitive sort of way,
I looked back straight into Jennifer’s eyes and told her I had handcuffs for the same reason she did and she just laughed, in fact we both broke down into hysterics. It was just about that time that Jennifer leaned in towards me, loosing balance but the same desired outcome followed as our mouths locked and our first passionate kiss followed with me taking hold of Jennifer and the situation. I didn’t want to take advantage of this bound blonde that I’d kept even though she didn’t know it handcuffed and imprisoned overnight in my apartment. When we finally broke, I looked into Jennifer’s eyes and offered to tie her up any time and again we broke into hysterics when Jenifer reminded me that she was still tied up in a way and for me to tie her up again, meant she needed to be freed first. As we laughed and laughed, I asked Jennifer if she wanted me to go outside and hunt for the keys in day light. Jennifer explained that she was quite enjoying herself but her arms were quite sore. I then offered to rub her wool covered shoulders and we again broke into a long and very satisfying passionate kiss.
“Olay Jennifer, if you want to wait here, I’ll get dressed and pop outside to look for the keys,” I explained and Jennifer lay down on the bed and turned onto her side to watch me throw on some old cloths before heading outside.
It was then I realised that I needed to get into my bedside cabinet at some point to remove the keys first and now Jennifer was lying on my bed, how was I going to do this? It then came to me to add a little spice to Jennifer’s morning so I headed for the living-room to fetch some of Jennifer’s bondage from last night. When I returned to the bedroom Jennifer was shocked to see me holding her long red cashmere scarf in my right hand:
“We can’t have you wondering around my bedroom on your own this morning so I think I’ll add a little something to you current situation,” I explained before approaching my handcuffed neighbour and wrapping the long red cashmere scarf twice around her head, covering her complete face from forehead to just before her chin.
I then tied off the scarf at the back of her head before patting Jennifer on the bum and telling her to enjoy herself, while I quickly grabbed the keys from my bedside cabinet and heading for the front door of my apartment. I opened the door and closed it again, before tip-toeing back to my bedroom door to watch what was going on inside my bedroom. I was rewarded with a show of Jenifer trashing around my king sized double bed, trying to remove the red scarf that covered her entire face. I just stood there for 10 minutes watching as Jennifer tried in vain to get rid of the scarf that blinded her. After about 15 minutes, she gave up, lying on her side exhausted. I then thought it an appropriate time to tiptoe back to my front door, open it and then close it, heading straight back to my captive neighbour.
“Have you enjoyed yourself Jennifer,” I asked, seeing her lying on her side breathing heavily through the thick wool of her cashmere scarf.
“Did you find the keys David,” asked Jennifer?
“Yes,” I replied! “Would you like me to release you or keep you handcuffed all day,” I asked in a very sarcastic tone?
“As much as I’ve enjoyed this prolonged bondage session David, I really would like to go home and take a shower but I promise, I will take you up on your offer to tie me up sometime soon,” replied Jennifer as I approached and unlocked her right wrists, which by now had been locked in the handcuffs and therefore gloved for over 20 hours.
As soon as Jenifer was free, she pulled the scarf from her face and took hold of me for the first time and we kissed again. Next she got up, found her skirt and as soon as she pulled it on, she was gone with her keys towards my front door and across the hall to her apartment.
That was the last I saw of Jennifer until Sunday morning. She had left in such a rush, that she had forgotten to take her fleece poncho and the two silk scarves that she had used to gag herself so effectively on Friday night. As you can imagine, I had some personal fun with those scarves during the rest of Saturday but on Sunday morning I thought it was time to return them so around 11am, I headed across the ground floor landing and knocked on Jennifer’s door.
“Who is it,” called Jennifer from behind the internal door to her apartment?
“It is just me, Dave from next door, returning some of your things,” I responded and with that Jennifer unlocked and opened the door.
Fuck this girl next door was kinky! Today she was wearing a bright red Lycra catsuit that came from her neck to her toes and even covered her hands with the built in gloves. She also wore a bright blue dance skirt that flared out around her bright red waist and around her neck she wore a bright blue silk scarf that matched the blue of her dance skirt. The scarf was clearly a large square that had been folded into a triangle and tied around her slender neck, leaving the triangle folding down from her neck to a point between her tits.
“Come in David,” were Jennifer’s next words. “It is great to see and thanks for retuning my poncho and scarves.”
We exchanged pleasantries while sitting in the lounge drinking coffee and talked as if nothing had happened on Friday night. Over time, I managed to get the conversation back round to Friday night and Jennifer’s bondage adventures. Jennifer reassured me that she was fine after Friday night and thanked once more for taking such good care of her in what certainly was a vulnerable position. I then reminded her that I’d be happy to put her into bondage at any time and ensure she is safe while being kept in a tight spot.
“David,” Jennifer began to explain. “I was just about to tie myself up so would you mind tying me up and leaving me for a while and releasing me when you think I’ve had enough?”
“Jennifer,” I responded. “I’d be delighted to tie you up now and return later if you have not released yourself.”
“Let’s turn this into a game David,” explained Jennifer as she got up and asked me to follow her to her bedroom. “If I manage to escape your knots, then I get to tie you up next Sunday, how’s that?”
I accepted Jennifer’s challenge and she pointed me towards a draw in her bedroom where her extensive scarf collection was stored. I chose an extra long thin silk scarf for her wrists and under my direction, I asked Jennifer to turn around and cross her wrists behind her back. Using the long silk scarf, I bound her Lycra covered arms as tightly as possible behind her back, without cutting off the circulation. I then asked her to sit down on the edge of her bed while I took another long silk scarf then bound her ankles crossed, which I remembered from my own self bondage experiences, made walking or even hopping completely impossible.
“Don’t go away Jennifer,” was my next instruction as I headed back into the living room to fetch the two scarves that I’d brought back to her this morning.
Before I gagged Jennifer, I asked her if she wanted to use any safe word or tune in this case but Jennifer just replied that she didn’t think such things were necessary and my common sense should prevail. That sorted, I asked Jennifer to open her mouth so I could push the green silk bandana to the back of her throat before folding the paisley print silk square into a band and pulling it between her teeth and bringing the two ends back ground in front of her face and tying a double knot in the thick part the silk scarf that was now pulled tight into her face, causing her checks to budge out from the packing that now filled Jennifer’s mouth. That complete, I untied the large blue silk scarf that Jennifer had wrapped around her neck. Leaving it in a large triangle, I turned this thick silk into a mask, by using the triangle to cover Jennifer’s nose and lower face before bringing the two ends around in front and tying another double knot around her neck, holding Jennifer’s blue silk mask in place. I asked her if she was okay and she nodded so I was ready for the next part of Jennifer’s bondage this morning. I went back to the scarf drawer and returned with another very heavy silk square scarf, which I now used to hood poor Jennifer. I draped the large blue silk over her head and used the four ends to pull the mass of silk around her neck, tying several knots to hold the silk hood in place. Finally I helped Jennifer onto her stomach on the bed and used another long thin silk scarf to attached Jennifer’s bound ankles and wrists into a tight hog-tie.
“Are you okay Jennifer,” I asked before leaving her for her day of enforced bondage?
Jennifer could only mumph a basic response through her thick silk gag and I watched as she struggled in the tight hogtie but that was the way she would remain for the day unless she could escape, which I felt was highly unlikely based on how tight bondage I’d just put her in.
It was time for some fun myself so I lifted Jennifer’s long red cashmere scarf on the way out and headed back to my own place for some self bondage and within fifteen or twenty minutes, I was lying on my own bed, cross dressed and wearing Jennifer’s long red scarf wrapped in exactly the same way she had worn it on Friday night.
I guess most of you reading this story are anxious to know what I was wearing but then those of you who have read my previous stories will know by now that my female attire is typically a wool sweater (black today), blue short denim skirt and my usual thick black opaque Lycra tights, which hid my hairy male legs. I also wore a pair of high heeled, knee-high leather boots, which were now locked together using a 19” leg-iron wrapped round the steel frame at the base of my bed. My silk pants held my stomach taut and the matching silk bra had been packed with a few more pairs of old tights, which gave me an ample pair of breasts. My hands were cuffed behind my back so freedom was a few hours away when my time-locked safe-box opened next to my bed, allowing me just about enough freedom to remove the keys and unlock my own bondage. Now back to the scarves that currently gagged and masked my face:
Like Jennifer, I liked to use a small silk scarf to pack my mouth, followed by a heavy silk or wool scarf to hold the packing in place. Today I used a long thin silk scarf, wrapped twice around my head and tied at the back. For that extra little added gagging, I tied another large silk square scarf into a thick band and wrapped it around my lower face, again tying it behind my head. Finally I wrapped Jennifer’s very long red cashmere scarf twice around my lower face, covering my nose and mouth and tying it behind my head. The final item to try and feminize myself was my long auburn wig that cascaded down to just below my shoulders.
I often spent several hours on a weekend in just this state, feminized and bound to my bed, with absolutely no escape until the timer counted down to zero and I was able to retrieve the keys to the handcuffs that currently pinned my wrists tightly behind my back. Today, I’d set the lock for two hours and what a long two hours it was going to be! I knew Jennifer was bound and gagged next door and I wanted to get to her but I couldn’t; not until I could free myself and the added pressure of the silk about my face was beginning to take its’ toll as my breathing laboured under the tightness of my gagging and the dampness that built as I began to perspire. One benefit was I was continuously reminded of Jennifer with the sweet aroma of her perfume that completely drowned the thick red cashmere scarf, which currently engulfed my face. My afternoon therefore went on slowly as the clock counted down and finally I was able to release my own bondage.
Once free it was time to head next door so still gagged and masked but free of the leg-irons and handcuffs. I checked the downstairs landing was clear before I headed across the hall and into Jennifer’s apartment. As expected, she was still bound and gagged and lying on her king size bed, just where I left her, two and a half hours before. I wasn’t ready to release Jennifer quite yet so to find her stash of bondage goodies first and it wasn’t long until the closet in her spare bedroom revealed an Aladdin’s cave of toys! There were a vast array of leather straps and cuffs, steel and iron manacles & shackles and even a canvas straightjacket. I had always been fascinated with straightjackets but had never seen one in real life. It was clearly too large for Jennifer but it didn’t stop me slipping my arms into the long canvas arms and trying to gauge what it would actually be like to wear this jacket of torture. Anyway, time was marching on and I had plans for Jennifer so it was time to retrieve some leather ankle cuffs and straps that I could use to attached her ankles to the base of her rot iron, four-poster bed.
Once back in Jennifer’s bedroom it was time to release my next door neighbour from her tight hogtie and attached her ankles to opposite corners of her bed. To be honest, I think Jennifer was expecting to be released completely when I removed the scarf attaching her bound wrists to her bound ankles and finally untying the scarf that bound her ankles so tightly together but that was when I began to carefully fit the leather cuffs to each ankle and attached them to opposite sides of the base, Jennifer began to realise that she wasn’t being released and panic began to set in. Jennifer squirmed like a trussed up animal as she realised her new vulnerability with no means to free herself as her hands were still tied tightly behind her back and her legs were spread wide apart and attached via the leather cuffs and straps to opposite corners of her bed.
I couldn’t calm Jennifer down as I was still gagged myself; so I sat on the bed and helped my bound neighbour into the sitting position, leaning against me. It was only then that I started to rub my hands all over her red Lycra covered body and down between her thighs, which was clearly what Jennifer craved. I then pulled down the crotch zip on her Lycra catsuit and plunged my fingers into her wet pussy, pealing past the soaking wet satin panties as I moved towards my ultimate goal. Jennifer tried to use her bound wrists to gain access to my crotch but I think she was surprised when she didn’t feel my denim jeans but instead she came across the denim mini skirt and thick Lycra tights. She was in shock and didn’t know if this was really me, teasing her towards a well earned orgasm but as she was in no position to control her own fate, Jennifer leaned back into my body and accepted the mind blowing orgasm that ripped through her entire body.
As Jennifer came, I slowly removed my fingers from her soaking wet pussy and began to kiss her silk covered head, through the layers of wool and silk that covered my face. Jennifer morphed into her gag, demanding release (I guess) but there was the small problem of my cross-dressing and I wasn’t sure I wanted to introduce Jennifer this part of my life quite yet. My challenge was therefore how to remove her gag and still keep her blindfolded so I first of all started to remove my own gag. The red cashmere scarf peeled away easily followed by the three silk scarves that covered my face, trapping the balled up mass of soaking wet silk that starved me of speech for the past three hours. Next I turned my attention to Jennifer. I undid the scarf that was used to hood her entire headed but without actually pulling the silk from her head, I untied the square band of silk that I’d used to mask the lower part of her face below the silk hood that was still draped loosely over her head. Using the same silk scarf that I’d just released from around Jenifer’s lower face, I pulled it up over her eyes and in one easy motion, I whipped away the hood scarf and at the same time, I pulled the thick band of silk around her eyes, tying one knot at the back of her head and puling the loose ends around in front of her head and tying another double knot over the thick band of silk that now blindfolded poor Jennifer. My next task was to remove Jennifer’s gag so after picking at various knots, it wasn’t long until the scarf holding the packing in Jennifer’s mouth was gone, followed by the packing itself:
“Are you okay Jennifer,” was my first question?”
“Fuck me David, that was a powerful session this afternoon, thanks so much,” was Jennifer’s reply as she eased her jaw back into its new found freedom.
Jennifer then began to quiz me on what I was wearing so I admitted to her that I was cross-dressed and while she was desperate to see how I looked, I explained that I was still not prepared to share this part of my very private life with her. I then pushed Jennifer back onto her back and while lying on her bound wrists, we were both free to kiss each other passionately for what seemed like ages. As we began more frantic, I started rubbing my hands all over Jennifer’s Lycra covered body again and within only a few minutes she was subconsciously directing me to where she really wanted my fingers so it wasn’t long until Jennifer was panting away and exploding into her second orgasm of the afternoon.
“Fuck me David, that was fantastic,” screamed Jennifer as she tried to recover her breath!
“I aim to please Jennifer but if you give me ten minutes to go and get changed, I’ll be back to release you,” was my response.
“Why can you not just release me now David,” asked Jennifer as she squirmed to turn to face me, even though she was still blindfolded with a thick band of silk?
“I guess because I’m in control Jennifer,” was my response. “If I let you see me in this state, then you’ll see another side to me that you might not like and I guess this is my little secret for now.”
“David, can I tell you another one of my secrets,” explained Jennifer but without waiting on a response, she went on to say “I fantasise continuously about having a guy forced to cross-dress and also forced into some very strict bondage.”
“Jennifer, that sounds very exciting,” I replied, “But I’m just not ready to introduce you to the other side of me now if you wait there for ten minutes, I go and get changed and I’ll be back to possibly release you.”
With those words and some verbal complaints from my bound next door neighbour, I collected the scarves I’d used to gag myself earlier today and checking the coast was clear, I headed back across the downstairs landing to my apartment where I could get back into my male clothing before rescuing Jennifer from her day in bondage.
I normally masturbate and therefore come before removing my female attire at the weekend but in this occasion, I wanted to get back to Jennifer and spend some more time getting to know her and her kinky desires. It only took me a few minutes to remove the various layers of female clothing and after carefully putting them away, I headed back across to Jennifer’s apartment and wasn’t surprised to find her lying on her back, which can’t have been comfortable due to her wrists being tightly bound by a thin band of silk (scarf) and her ankles tethered to opposite corners of her king sized bed. She was still blindfolded by the thick band of silk, which had been folder into a triangle and tied over her eyes at the back of her head. She was still wearing the figure-hugging red Lycra catsuit, red leather boots and the blue dance skirt that had been wearing since I went across this morning and put her into her current bondage.
I approached the base of Jennifer’s bed and unbuckled the straps that held her ankles wide apart.
“Ah, that feels better David, now how about my wrists,” was Jennifer’s next request?
“I’m not sure Jennifer; I like your hands out of the way and you in that vulnerable position. I might just keep you tied up a little longer,” was my reply.
What I didn’t tell Jennifer but she probably already knew, was the way her tits stuck out due to her arms being forced behind her back. She looked great and I didn’t want to untie her but it had been a long day for Jennifer in bondage and I didn’t want to take our new friendship too far on the first day. I therefore helped Jennifer into the sitting position and picked the knots in the silk scarf that kept her hands bound tightly together behind her back. As the scarf came loose, Jennifer rubbed the circulation back into her wrists before untying her own blindfold. As soon as the silk was removed from her face, Jennifer through her arms around me and we kissed passionately.
We talked about bondage for another hour or so and kissed before Jennifer made some dinner for us both. From our conversation, Jennie knew that her straightjacket intrigued me but I wasn’t ready to submit to my new friend next door, quite yet.
To be continued.
If you want me to continue this little story, please let me know?
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