By Charles Spencer, Illustration by Coco

“Well David. Is this turning out as you hoped? Are you happy with how things are going? I think we should call it your weekly therapy session so are we still on for this afternoon?”
“Oh yeah Mom, I am ready today. When will you be home? I am happy with what we are doing and I haven’t talked to any other girls about my passion since we started. Promise.”
“Good. I am glad you have kept your promise. Keep it up. Now I will leave work at 2 pm but have to get some groceries so will be home around 3pm. Have you thought of what you are going to do?”
“Yes, I have a great idea. You will wear your yoga kit again won’t you please.”
“Yoga kit it is again and nothing else, agreed, you’re the Boss.”

David was walking slowly round the hardware store from aisle to aisle. It was lunch time & he needed some supplies, some more soft cotton rope and a roll of thinner twine. Forty minutes later, he was waiting in the living room as he heard his mother’s car drive up and the door open. Going out, he helped his mother bring in the groceries then waited as she went upstairs to change. A few minutes and she stood in the doorway dressed again in her singlet & leggings.

“Well where do you want me today.?”
“You love yoga so I thought we would try some enforced yoga moves. OK? Please can you sit in the middle of the mat there.” She moved over and sat. “Now you can do a Lotus position; please pull your legs in until you are comfortable.” A couple of minutes and she sat still with her legs crossed and feet pulled right back into her lap. She laid her hands down either side and rested. She knew she could hold this position quite easily for some time & was interested in what he would do next. The answer came as he moved behind her and tied the familiar scarf over her eyes. The knot was tied down tight over her hair at the back until he was satisfied she could see nothing.
“Ah yet again I am not allowed to see what you are doing. Oh well, you’re in charge.”

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Next day at breakfast
Written by Charles Spencer

“Now David, we need to set some ground rules after yesterday. I know you enjoyed it and were excited. I could hear it in your breathing. But there were some things you simply cannot do, where there others I am prepared to discuss. You did enjoy it didn’t you?”
“Yes Mum I did, and thank you for allowing me to tie you up. I hope I did not hurt you as I would like to do it again; so what are these Rules. What did I do wrong?”
“Firstly, I must stress & you must understand these are not up for negotiation & must not be broken. You disregard these rules & I will stop helping you and have to report you to the authorities & see how they deal with you.” Inwardly, David smirked thinking of his photos & how she would explain them to social services but he did not want to tell her of these yet. “I am happy for you to feel & massage my breasts. I will even allow you to tie them up if you wish but you must Never touch or massage my lower area; my snatch as I call it. You also must never move my leggings down or otherwise show my naked flesh down there. That is a No No and everything will stop then and I want your agreement now to that.”
“Oh, Ok Mum. So, I can tie & massage your breasts though.”
“Yes, I’ll allow that & I may be able to help you with something to do down below. I’ll think about that & see how things go. As I said, I know you enjoyed it and I must admit it was not as bad for me as I had thought it would be. If we continue you must still promise not to approach any other girl to tie them up. Agreed?”
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It had been two days since she had seen Victor through the roof window. Yet she didn't panic; she knew that rescue missions like this took time. Maybe he was waiting for back up. Anyway, she was sure he would come for her. No panic, lots of humiliation and discomfort though.

Ever since she was captured she had been naked. The day before, she had been given a haircut. After that, her captors had strapped her into a gyno chair, legs in the stirrups and spread wide, and they shaved of her pubic hair, leaving her bald like a five year old.

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After finally making it to the roof, he pulled in the line. Still crouching, he looked around, doing a quick survey. There seemed to be no direct threats, and he got up. There were three small windows in the roof, some twelve feet apart, lighting up red in
his night goggles. He got down again and, on his belly, slid to the first one, and took a peak.

An empty corridor, about ten feet below him. It was well lit, but due to the angle, he couldn't see very far. No sign of life though, which was definitely a good thing. On to the next one.
Half way through, he paused and just lay there, pricking up his ears. Just some far away, lonely bird sounds from the surrounding woods. So far, so good.
A sort of prison cell, he would think, again roughly ten feet below. And it was occupied. Continue reading →