Thief

Although fortunate enough to have a live in boyfriend who took very good care of her, it didn't sway her from being the postergirl for flirtation. She flaunted her good looks, that fantastic body and enough bling to make any woman envy.

So it was of no remorse that I broke into their apartment, which was conveniently right above mine, to grab some of that bling for myself. He wasn't home...always gone Monday thru Thursday...but she was. That's how I wanted it.

I was on her in a second. A knife to her throat and a threat to mess up that gorgeous face was all I needed for her utmost cooperation. I managed to blindfold her first. Then it was a pleasure to tie her up as unforgivingly as possible. The gag was lodged deep inside her well before any loud pleads of mercy could invade my ears nor the ears of any probing neighbours. My guess is any neighbours sharing her bedroom wall were well used to some loud moans and banging from time to time.

God she was a hot bundled package squirming around on that bed. I tried to stick to the business at hand as I filled a pretty good size sack with watches, rings, bracelets and such. She knew what I was doing and was putting up a pretty good fight. A hopeless fight...but I admit her spunk had made me quite hard. My bags filled, I readied to leave and took one last look at her. I wondered if she had ever been treated like this...well in a manner by a man that she didn't have to give approval on. I was tempted. My head spinning at the thoughts of all the times she purposely rubbed against me in the elevator. Also remembering the time she made a favourable, yet embarrassing comment about my legs last summer to entertain a group of girlfriends she was with at the time. Yeah...a real tease...but...crap...have to go.

So I was downstairs in my apartment viewing my haul when I heard her above me making quite a racket. Perhaps a lamp fell and broke on the floor. I ignored it. But then I unmistakenly heard what was her feet bashing a wall upstairs. I cursed myself for not hogtying her. I just really figured it didn't matter, but then I had the horrifying thought of the police asking me why I didn't hear her pounding and why I didn't investigate.

So back upstairs to her apartment I went.


I went inside her apartment quickly. Moments before the evil thief....now the neighbour rescuer. She was still on the bed. Her struggles had exposed a breast from under whatever kind of sportsbra it was that she was wearing. I took her blindfold off and thankful eyes gazed at me. I never thought I'd ever see this princess ever blush...but she realized her exposure and seemed anxious to try to use humour to mask some of her humiliation. To her that humour meant teasing me. Even under those circumstances. I pulled the ballgag out of her drooling mouth and it lay about her throat. I was shocked, but the first words out of her mouth were. "Here's your chance. I don't quite know how I could say no." That was all my more than willing rod had to hear. I couldn't take it anymore. No more Mr. shyguy. I called that bluff and pushed all my chips in. "I couldn't agree with you more", I said, and I pulled up her bra over other breast and started to fondle her treasures. Of course she objected and I kissed her in a manor where I definately communicated that I was convinced I had the winning hand. I hid my relief when she started to kiss me back. In a move I will self proclaim as brilliant I released her lips and talked to her as if she purposely lured me upstairs with her noise after purposely trapping herself in self bondage. She of course denied...but not for long as I re-inserted the red ballgag between her teeth and tightened it. As I did it, I justified my actions saying that I assumed she preferred her sex well silenced. Yeah she thrashed around pretty good as I retied her legs to each bedpost...but even she could never deny how greedily her intimate muscles grabbed on to me when my little teases game hit it's climax.

Nowadays she currently lives with me. A modest but fine enough house in the suburbs. The fact that she paid for it with her jewelry is trivia for only you and I.

Your Turn

I know baby. I know you're waiting for me. But lets think the whole thing over. You've done all the work so far. You've made sure that we would be in your house alone. You put on that sexy top. My question for you is why stop there?

Don't be embarrassed. It was so sexy the way you conived me over here tonight. I'm just asking you to not stop now. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. I'll do anything you want. There are no judgements from this point on. You have my complete attention. Yeah...I see you looking and yes, that is what I am talking about. So tell me baby. How would it be best put to use?

What do you need? Do you want me to undress you slowly? Do you want me to do it fast? Help me to help you. You're in charge tonight. It's your turn. Be honest. Do you want that fine little ass of yours spanked? Do you want to be tied up? Do you want an angel or a man of darkness? Just tell me. I'm here.

Curious

Dating for awhile I tell you of my kink and seduce you to come over to my home for some adventure. Indeed you show dressed for adventure. Sexy plaid skirt, midriff top, fishnet nylons. I kind of chuckle inside and think of the kind of attention you'd get dressed like that at some of the clubs I go to. There are lots of things I do and places I go that you are not aware of. You'll see some tonight my sweet thing.

A few drinks, some teasing and I spring it on you. I hold up a pair of handcuffs and ask if you are still interested. You give me that silly, "I'll try anything once" line. I hide my amusement and give her the cuffs. "Snap one on your wrist and lay on the couch...and put your arms behind your back". How intoxicating it is to see your lust overtake your quick desire to leave and leave quickly.

You do as I say and I cuff your wrists together behind your back. I tease you to a frenzy. I'm sure you think I'll take you right then and there...but this game has just begun.

I pull off your nylons and put them in my pocket. I start to literally tear off your clothes. You struggle, but I assure you of having other clothes for you.
I pull down your panties and certainly you feel the time has come. They are soaking wet. This adventure seems to appeal to you. I like that. I press have your panties rolled into a ball and press them to your lips. You object. I calmly explain that the neighbours need not hear your screams. Careful to say the word "screams" in a manner to suggest screams of pleasure from your part. Perhaps it alarms you that I have a long strip of white cloth quite availble to lash your panties deep inside your mouth. Any alarms you might have are much too late to relay to me. You are well silenced.


I pull you by your upper arm and bring you into my bedroom. I toss you on the bed and use the nylons you wore that night to bind your legs spread to bedposts. I'm sure by your reaction that if I had not momentarily stripped you of your freedom of choice you would insist that my throbbing rod be exploring you now instead of the vibrator currently sending chills you've never felt before throughout your body. I induce your first orgasm soon enough; the gag keeping any gasps for the outside world to hear at a minimum.

You look at me with a gaze of wonder. As well you should. Our adventures have only just begun.

Stories and Fables

Vidcaps - "The Hillside Strangler"

Watching this movie one will not be surprised to duly note why
C.Thomas Howell's name has not been brought up at Oscar time lately.

Howell portrays his version of the Hillside strangler in the movie aptly named "The Hillside Strangler". The acting in this is not very good, but what interests me is the actresses that agreed to play some of the victims and the general nastiness of the scenes for a "mainstream movies". Quite a tight internet community is out there that is interested in bondage in "mainstream movies". That interests me too. I've seen most of them. I think they are attracted to more believable acting that you do not see in pron. Also, the the scenes in these movies usually do not go too far. This movie kind of grazes that line though. I recommend viewing the discussions on Brians Page if this post interests you at all.

...wrong place, wrong time.

An old friend

That last story was enough to last a few days I'd say. But I thought I'd take a few words to memorialize an old friend of mine. We were two single guys in a dumpy little city who made enough money to spend lots of money partying in a town of that stature.

He was so handsome that it was almost unfair. Those looks and the kind of high profile job he had in a little city like that, the girls flocked on him like fleas to a dog. I was only too happy to be his friend for the time I lived there and was well rewarded by hanging out with him. I had more women in one year than I ever did the rest of my life. He had that many and plenty more. He didn't keep score. It's just what he did. He had a co-worker that called him "fuckmonkey". About the only time he was ever completely sincere was when he would look at me and say, "God I love women".

I loved women about as much as he did. Of course some of my erotic fantasies were a bit different than his. He never knew that. We were friends, but not that close. True; my ultimate satisfaction with a woman involved some consensual bondage. But at the time a straight lust filled one night stand came a close second. That one year hanging out with him made up for all those awkward, horrible school years....by plenty. He got married...cannot imagine him faithful, but he is married. We lost touch with each other. I think his better half was responsible for that. I think she blamed me for some of his errant ways. That still makes me laugh. I'd like to see him just once again to thank him. I kind of wonder what he's doing say right now. Whether it be with a wife or some adoring flea I'm sure he's still loving women somewhere.

Hope all is well my friend...and like the good old days, if whoever she is has a friend, give your ol' Hoss a call.

Collaboration

I met a nice girl in a chat room last night. She told me that she thought she was carrying a few more pounds than she needed but she would consider herself "curvy". She sent me her photo and I assured her that she had the kind of curves that I would love to get into. We talked of what turned each other on. She said she was an exhibitionist. Nothing turned her on more than taking her clothes off in front of an audience. I told her that my thing was bondage adventure and if she had the time to chat then maybe we could combine our two obsessions. I boasted of a very active imagination.

At first I suggested a story where she enjoys exposing herself to men on a webcam, but through a bit of carelessness she gives too many clues in the cam background as to who she really is. I know who she is. By some hard to believe coincidence I am a painter your dad hired to redo your room. Some wallpaper border I spot on camera the confirmation of my suspicions. So...college girl home for winter break. She does not show her face. But I saw photos in her house. Quite a hottie. I tease of knowing who she is and spending some quality time with her. Of course she feels I am only roleplaying and teases of her parents not being home and offering to leave some of her nylons on her dresser to help tie her up. Well, turns out I had to find her nylons myself when I snuck into her bedroom. She didn't lie of having the house all to herself. Well....two now that her invited guest has arrived.

She liked that quite a bit, but expressed her fantasy of showing her body to many men. Many men in person. Again I quickly penned a story that combined both our dark urges and suggested a boyfriend who wanted to please her so much that he would hire actors to fill a room and portray a white slave auction scene where her clothes would be shed from her while she was displayed to a roomful of men bidding on owning her charms. I told her to pick a friend of hers to share this fantasy with for realism. I told her that I could vividly picture her on a stage. A man holding a chain connected to a collar around her neck. He demands she strip....watching her do so and her trying to hide how excited she is at following her instructions. Men waving cards...festive...a selected group called to the stage to get a closer look...fondling her...probing. Money exchanging hands...the actors playing their roles very well.

Of course it is now my turn to contribute my twisted passion into the story whereas the ropes that the auctioneer is now binding his merchandise with is very tight. She and her friend demand that he stop. That the scene is now over. But he continues without hesitation and stuffs a wadded cloth in her mouth and gags her with a piece of duct tape as routinely as if he has done it several times before. Her and her friend now realize that the action on the bidding floor was quite real as foreign men drag their squirming bodies to awaiting transport.

I could tell she was quite arroused at my second stab at erotic fantasy and I suggested that I come over and we can work on a third story together. She laughed and said I was very convincing when I told her that I knew who she was and knew she was alone tonight. The fact of the matter is that I DID know who she was and had been trying to chat with her for quite some time. She was a neighbour of mine in the apartment complex I lived in. I discovered her photo in a singles site long ago and it took quite some time to get her to agree to a friendly "anonymous" chat. I admit that I did make her nervous when I told her that I would be knocking on her door in five minutes. If she wanted to explore her passions all she had to do was open the door. If she didn't then I was a gentleman and would go forward as if the last hour long chat never happened.

When I signed off she was teasing me. Telling me she would be waiting. I would have loved to see the expression on her face when I knocked on her door. She asked who it was...her voice trembling. In her mind she must have thought a visitor was pure coincidence. However, I told her it was her favourite author. The silence was deafening...but I'll be damned she opened the door. I dreamed of this moment far too long to not be very efficient gagging and binding my curvy little exhibitionist. The read scarf gag was in her mouth quickly and I tied her wrists behind her back with the same expertise. She was twisting and fighting her restraints on her living room couch. She twisted and faught as I bound her ankles, her struggles had shifted the sheer fabric of her night gown to reveal a glimpse of the delightful curves she so advertised. She did not scream, but I best can describe it as purred as I played with her nipples through her sheer clothing and told her that it should not take me too long to rustle up some friends to witness me stripping her of that gown.

Why a clown?

Somebody emailed me and asked why I have a clown chosen as a profile photo. I think in a way I feel like a clown.

Underneath all that make up one never really can tell what I am really thinking.

In those huge floppy pants it's easy to hide what my real intentions are.


I've met lots of women who say they have an unnatural fear of clowns, but they do not know why. I know why.


But ladies I think being careful around "the clown" is a good thing. I think all men hide behind masks. Do you ever really know what is behind that mask?

Do we ever really know what is real and what is just an illusion?

Leigh

She IM'd me in yahoo messenger one day and teased me of her cravings for tape. To be gagged and tied with tape that is. Quite the exhibitionist, she temporarily allowed my entrance into an internet group that had several photos of women bound in tape. Most the photos she showed me that she said was her, always was a pose where she was not looking at the camera. I teased her back. Kept telling her what I would do with a roll of duct tape and her in the same room. If she was not lying, turns out we "only" lived 130 miles from one another. She invited me to her house to do my worst. Actually gave me an address. I told her that when she got home from work that there would perhaps be a surprise waiting for her.

My mapquest informed me that there actually was an adress that existed that she gave me. I gathered some supplies and headed that way. I arrived and parked down the street. A nice seculeded area around her house provided easy access through a basement window. It was unlocked...almost too easy. I made myself at home. Photos of an oriental girl on the fireplace. She was indeed stunning. Petite girl I'd say. Maybe five feet tall. Some photos of her in tight pants and sweaters indicated that she took care of herself and enjoyed showing off the fruits of her labor.
At long last I heard her garage door open and her car was pulling in the connected garage. She entered the house and she didn't even have time to react. Quickly I stifled a scream with a rolled ball of cloth and silenced her quickly with a pre-cut slice of duct tape. She faught and kicked with all her might as I yanked her wrists behind her and rolled the tape around and around her slender wrists. She was on the floor wiggling and trying to crawl away from me as I held her ankles together and game them the same treatment. I put her over my shoulder and carried her to the couch in her living room. She buckled and squirmed the whole way. She played her role magnificently.

I'd be lying if I said her performance did not drive me nuts. It took more willpower that I ever knew I had to just take her right then and there. But I had promised her I would be patient. Patient enough to take the time to make sure she was...her body was...ready for some of me. She was bound, knees on floor and body atop the couch. Her panties were at her ankles and I worked the vibrator slowly. She gasped and grunted through the gag, but soon was taking it quite well. I started to fondle her lovlies and probed deeper and deeper until I could tell by her breathing that she was about to cum. She heaved and yanked at her bonds viciously before making quite the mess on my hand and carpet. My part of the bargain done, I dragged her squeeling and kicking all the way to the bedroom. She played heroine in stunning fashion. Even forced me to ignore my blue balls just long enough to have to tie her down with some nylons I found in her dresser drawer.

Though fantasized in our chats, but not discussed lately, I chloroformed her and under cover of darkness and a twin comforter I was able to get her bound body into the back seat of my car. She woke up half way to my house, but the comforter kept her hidden. She pulled at what I was sure was a very unforgiving hogtie for a long time before submitting to her situation.

She is calm now. Still hogtied and perhaps sleeping atop my bed. I took a break and went online. To my horror, "Leigh" who I thought was occupied, popped onscreen with an Instant Message. All capital letters it said, "WE DID NOT DISCUSS A KIDNAPPING!" I was almost shaking when I typed, "who is this?" She then divulged that she was without a doubt my internet tease and that she set up her unknowing girlfriend for a well needed fuck. My heart pounding like a drum...I calmed...and convinced she had not seen where I had taken her I got her back into the car and managed to get her back in her bedroom where "Leigh" said she would "discover" her an hour later.

It was three weeks before I was relieved that the police were not going to arrest me. I kept my sanity by telling myself that the two girls had plotted the whole thing. Had to be the case....right?

Evangeline Lilly - "Lost"

Eve Lilly on "Lost" last
night never looking better.

Boots

A quick and very time restrained post
saluting boots and girls who wear them well.

Ammends

Yes, back from vacation I am. A wedding for an old high school friend of mine. How was I supposed to know she was going to be there? Been so many years that I'm sure nobody even gave the possibility of us meeting a second thought. Quite honestly, when I saw her at the reception it didn't phase me much either. That is until she looked at me and smiled. It's been 15 years since my heart was crushed by her. After she gave me that look...it might as well had been yesterday.

I took the ten hour drive myself. Didn't want to, but felt obligated since he had attended my misguided marriage. Truthfully it didn't thrill me to visit my hometown. I had left for many reasons. One of them the old flame that was in the same hall as me now. But I made the best of it.....

I decided to conquer some demons and strike up a conversation with her. The conversation led to drinks...and the drinks led to dancing. Quite the time machine that big hall was. We sat at a table alone. I guess my mission of conquering a bit of my past had me asking the bold questions. I can easily talk about it now. Fact of the matter is that I was in love with her and she was maybe infatuated with me. The last time we spent time together was at my parents home. Parents away as usual. That was when I revealed a kinky side of me. I had tied her hands behind her back with a bathrobe belt and with very guarded permission, had my way with her. She seemed to never want me around her again.

I brought that up to her. Kind of apologized. She kind of giggled and said she remembered that evening very well. She almost made me drop my drink in that she said, "I wasn't mad at you for doing that. I was mad at you because you never did it again". Then she teased with pinpoint precision, "I just figured you were not man enough to take it to the next level". She could have been telling the truth. I remember seeing her once after we had split. She was showing me her new car in her garage. She had the backdoor open and there was a roll of duct tape on a workbench that was very near. It was like she kicked me in the groin. She mentioned the same episode, "what was I supposed to do, yank off all my clothes and hop in the back for you to take the hint?" Her biting criticism continued, "and the rolls of tape right there....was I supposed to hang chains and shackles on the wall?" "My dad may have grown suspicious". She sounded even sorrowful, "I just figured you had found another." She did confess to me a bit, "Yes, when you did that to me I was petrified, but it excited me to no end. I just figured you had thought that you went too far...or that ONE episode of you actually taking charge was a fluke." She sipped her drink and dug in again. "Couldn't have been any erectile issue right? You had another girlfriend right?"


I finished my drink rather quickly. There was a terrible uncomfortable silence and she sighed and started to get up from the table. My hand was under the table and grabbed her skirt and pulled her ass back down to the seat. I looked at her and slowly, but firmly said, "perhaps I should try to make ammends for such a big dis-service?"

She smiled a bit when i said, "perhaps it's a bit after the fact, but maybe it's my turn to show you that back seat of MY car?" She told me she liked the attitude change. A decade and a half overdue, but she liked it. She told me to go and that she would take ten minutes to say goodbye and create some kind of story for the person she came with as far as where she was going and why she no longer needed transportation.

In ten minutes as promised she was aside my car. I was in the backseat. I scanned the lot before I opened the door and took my prize for fear that someone may think there was wrongdoing going on. There was to be plenty of wrongdoing that would happen that night. In the end she was quite satisfied and quite not the smart ass she was in that reception hall. I took plenty of wedding photos in my camera too. Just couldn't bring them to Walmart for developing.

I yanked her ass into the car and slammed the door shut. I pulled her hands behind her back and handcuffed them good. (It pays to hide toys in the car does it not?) I had taken off my necktie and knotted it in the middle. I yanked that gag deep into throat and tied it nice and tight. She faught me valiantly, but I had her hose and panties down about her ankles soon enough. I rammed her as a man with 15 years of pent up frustration could. She still had quite some fight left in her as I bound her ankles and hogtied her with her own panty hose. Not sure if she was expecting chilled champagne and roses in the back of her car. She sure acted like it. Instead she got the monster she had not been quite been able to create all those years ago. I sincerely hoped that Dr. Frankenstien enjoyed what she created.

She was bound and squirming on the floor in the back when I parked the car safely away from harm in the lot of that home improvement mega-store. Before exiting the car I ungagged her and made some kind of unfunny joke like, "do we need anything besides milk honey?" She looked up and said, "is that all you got?"

Honestly, I was concerned that she wasn't as up for this game as she had boasted. But after that crack I figured let the real games begin. "No...there's more...just have to pick up some hardware". Before I got out of the car I said, "by the way, as I remember it, YOU were the one that was cheating on me. If you had given me the time of day your needs would have been attended to quite adequately. But we have plenty of time to make ammends for that." I concluded, "don't go anywhere bitch", and slammed the door hard before going inside the store for my wares.

And indeed a grand time we did have that night. Plenty of toolwork that will never be seen on trading spaces. In the end, she was quite the natural sub. At end of the evening she was begging for more...and more. But by morning perhaps she leaned toward my way of thinking in that it's best I stay away from that godforsaken town.

On Vacation

I'm on vacation until Wednesday or Thursday.

Have a problem with that?
Kiss my ass. I'm the one doing all
the work and all you do is lurk.
You can wait parasite.

Predator

Last evening I received an instant message via yahoo messenger (simonkade) from a charming young "girl". Young in that she said she was 14. Said she wanted to be a professional dancer when she got out of school. I talked with her for awhile. Strange, she said she contacted me via my yahoo 360 thing, but was unaware of the fetish inuendos that filled the space. She was just looking for a "friend". I wasn't rude and chatted with her for awhile. Nothing objectionable. Soon it was very apparent that I probably wasn't talking to a child at all. Afterall, when was the last time you saw a kid in a message box without all the kiddy slang you get. ("kewl" etc. )

The "child" in the message box seemed to be digging as to where I was exactly at and wanting to be closer friends. Sorry to dissappoint whatever sting was going on there, but you're wasting your time in that regard with Simon.

Simon says....to that police officer that was talking to me last night that you have nothing to fear from me. Your daughters are quite safe in the same room as I. However, if I be at all insane, it's that I am quite flattered that one would think I really am such a fiend.

Attention

I was thinking today... how does a woman dress if she wants to attract the most amount of attention possible? I'm asking ladies. If you know that man you want is at that party and you want him and want him now, what do you wear?

Do you wear something that is going to show a bit of cleavage?

Do you wear something that is just a little bit see thru?

How about wearing something so tight it seems to be painted on?

How about an outfit that shows a lot of skin and a savage tan?

Just my personal opinion, but nothing gets a guy's attention quite more than a snug, yet not strangling dress, killer legs and sexy shoes. What do you think?

Audition

The whole scam is very easy. Easy prey on one of those internet flirting sites. They are nice enough to pose for us in photos and tell us that they live in the Los Angeles area. A few minutes of searches usually gets us three or four possiblities. One of those will take the bait. An audition to a TV pilot.

It takes about an hour of bogus tests and other questions to convince her that we are for real. Sometime during the process I try to distinguish just who is going to miss her if we decide that she is to er....to be hired. We find a nice "office" to use. Amusing how a few autographed photos of celebrities and such hung up and strewn around makes the setting look convincing.

Woman like this enjoy talking about themselves. If she has indeed passed my audition I offer some water. Drugged of course. Not a knockout drug...just something to relax my aspiring actress. Her mouth is quite dry after spending so much time telling us how wonderful she is. She drinks it.

So she is quite calm when I tell her that in the TV pilot there will be a lengthy kidnapping scene. I tell her that I need to take some photos of her as to how she will look in the scene. I throw some rope next to her as if it's routine and twenty other girls have done the same thing for a chance at this part. She asks if it is necessary, if she can simply put her arms behind her back. I tell her no, that the director does not want any misunderstandings of what the part entails when shooting starts.

She hesitates and I say, "well I can see there may be issues with the scene". I mumble, "that's ok", and pretend my appointment book has others that I am seeing today. The "directors" of this TV show insist that their "actresses" are not drugged to sleep. It sure makes my job a lot harder, but I've learned to enjoy it. She kind of giggles, trying to get back on my good side, asking if she should play the role sexy or scared. I said sexy, not in the mood for the bitch to be fighting me while roping her. I tried to bite my tongue from laughing as she broke into character. Telling me that she thought being tied up was rather sexy with the right partner. I'm laughing in my mind thinking that the "right partners" are not going to be picking her up.

I cross her wrists and bind her tied while trying not to alarm her. She makes a comment about why it has to be so tight. I ignore her and press her ankles together before giving them the same treatment. I don't even mention the gag before it flashes over her eyes and effectively silences her. I'm careful in that I'm certain that the office floor is empty except for us, but why take chances.

She squirms, perhaps surprised that her arms and legs are tied quite effectively. She mumbles in the gag as I start to photograph her. I calm her by saying that it's part of the audition...decision makers need to see what they are getting.

Those people are not televison executives. They are people, mostly overseas, who will pay plenty for pretty blonde American girls. Soon they will be looking at her photos and bidding for her. I lay her back and start to cut her clothes from her. Only now my naive beauty knows that this audition may last a lifetime.

It's more a guideline than a rule that my foreign friends want their girls "clean" before transportation. But there is no way I'm going to not take a taste for myself. I figure that I have at least three hours before somebody by captive knows comes looking for her if she at least had brains enough to tell someone where exactly she was going. She will indeed will be mine on the casting couch before I call my partners and I pack everything up, clean, and disappear from the building usually without drawing even a look. A soundproof carpenter's tool lockup box works quite nice to get my tear stained acadamy award nominee to the van.

A fine catch this one is as most probably this one has earned me going through the trouble of faking computer problems so she can stay in my bed for an extra day. I'm sure she'll do anything with false promises of mercy before I fully treat her as the cargo she now is.

Mean

Mean Mr. Mustard sleeps in the park shaves in the dark trying to save paper.

Hooters Backlash

Quite an interesting day yesterday. An emailer who described herself as an offended Hooters restaurant waitress convinced me to meet her at the local Hooters restaurant in our fair metropolis no less. I guess she admired my courage at accepting. That or my gullibilty.

She didn't let me suffer long as she met me, wearing as I said I would, at the Hooters bar. I watched her come in. The way she looked at me I knew it was her. She identified herself in the manner that she said she would and sat down. Perhaps a bit nervous, I tried to nicely cut through some immediate bullshit. "You don't really work here do you? Nobody working here said hello to you". She smiled and said, "very perceptive, but of course you're not really some crazed clown as YOUR blog profile would lead ME to believe". We both cautiously laughed.

She was a dark haired beauty. Certainly not a Hooter girl, but I tried to feel her out. "You don't look like the Hooter girl type". Our drinks must have started to kick in as she said, "does this mean you're not going to cuff, gag and screw me in the backseat of my car"? A shot at my last blog entry, but I had nothing to lose by taking it as an invitation. "Definately not, I'd wait until we found a nice bed before I fucked you". She seemed lost in thought. Was looking down at her drink and said, "how do I know you wouldn't hurt me"?
I put my hand on her thigh under the bar and said, "because two envious bartenders and ten horny patrons have been drooling over you flirting with the likes of me....I couldn't expect to hurt you badly and not be identified." She marveled at my reasoning. I continued. "Take my money that is on the bar and pay for our drinks with your credit card". "That card is a timestamp that would tell the police exactly where you were last seen".

She looked at me and said, "you have this well thought out...do this much?" I told her no, but many times in my mind. My audition went further. "What exactly would you do?" I said, "I assume either one of our houses is out of the question"? She admitted to what I already assumed. An unattentive husband currently immersed in football on television. I aped her comment in relation to my homelife. She said, "that established...what would you do?"

I told her that I would escort her to my van. That I would ask her to take off that long scarf of a belt, get in the back and lie down on her belly. Then I would tie her arms behind her back with her belt. I'd then bind her ankles with a roll of duct tape. I looked at her and she told me to continue, "I'd then find a motel with an outside entrance". I told her that I'd check to make sure she was still ok with her choice, but that I definately would gag her while I checked in for fear that she may suddenly change her mind without me there and start screaming. I told her the gag would be her own panties held in by a knotted towel. "That's the plan...the rest is a secret". My hand was under the bar and inching up her skirt. We were close enough for my hand completing my sales pitch to not get noticed.

She took her credit card out of her purse and signaled to the bartender that we were ready to leave.

As I twisted her scarf belt around her wrists she teased how much my story had offended her. I pulled down her soaked panties and removed them before I starting working the duct tape around her ankles. She twisted a bit in her entrappings said they were tight as I secured the tape. "Certainly don't mean to offend you", I said before we drove off.

What is sexy?

I was thinking this morning. What is sexy? I'll tell you for me what sexy is. It's a woman dressed like above. I look at her and think that this woman is not flashy, is not sleezy, but carries herself in a manner where she doesn't have to sparkle herself up to get what she wants. She is educated. Has her own career. A good career. She takes in a man if she wants and when she wants him. On her terms. I'd have to earn my way into this woman's bed and probably would fail audition one. But she would be nice about it if I was respectful during my audition. If I was disrespectful she wouldn't give me the time of day. When I see women like this you just kind of know it. I'm an educated man. Educated enough to know I don't stand a chance. But part of her charm would be her taking the time to flatter me by thinking I do.

The other kind of woman is like this. In high school had to become a cheerleader to acquire anykind of attention, and when the competition got too tough she opted to be the girl that let the guys feel her up in the back of the bus to gain an edge. She dated the star quarterback and soon lost him to the college cheerleaders that awaited him at the school that gave him the scholarship. She couldn't afford to follow him to that school and though now 18, had never really had a job. There was always a guy who would pay her way and Daddy at home supplied the car.

She entered junior college to patronize her parents, but there was no school athletics to cheerlead to so had to resort to daisy dukes and tube tops to attract the other boys on campus who were also only in junior college to get their parents off their back too. Found a nice guy who was a lot of fun to be with, though not quite of the character that would ever let you introduce him to your parents. The partying took away time for school and soon found that wiggling your breasts in front of college professors didn't quite work as well as it did in High School as far as making up for never being in class or doing assignments go. Your parents now pressing made it an easy choice when the party man asked you to move into an apartment with him.

But things got tough when he quit his job and soon either the drugs kept him from having an erection or another pair of daisy dukes was getting the action. Parents quite told you not to come back after moving out with the guy they never really met so you have to take a job at what you do best. Hooters hired you right on the spot noticing your natural ability to draw a man's attention. The tips are good enough to not complain about the cook occasionaly copping a feel and a boozed up patron anonymously pinching your ass in a crowd.

I sit on a barstool and flirt with you. I tip you well. I work up the nerve to ask you out after work and you accept. You mention more than once that your roommate is not taking care of your needs. Like I care. But I'll make you feel special. Or as special as I possibly can while I fuck you doggie style in the backseat of the car your daddy bought you. I'll introduce the kink a couple of weeks later. If you balk I'll pretend that I feel sympathy for the loser you moved in with and dump you like the parts of a fast food burger one hesitates eating. Perhaps you'll just pretend you enjoy being fucked while cuffed, gagged and clamped but I'll enjoy your desperation to try to make me feel you do.

I think the desperation is the only thing we will ever have in common. But I'm ok with that if you are.