I am having a little break this week from writing new stories although I do have 1 last true story from my time with my ex Lisa.
Those of you familiar with ‘Lisa’s Story’ and ‘Lisa’s Cinema Dare’ will know who she was.
So to keep fabbers entertained during this nightmarish Coronavirus lockdown I have found a few stories I wrote about 3 years ago and will post them day by day on here.
Below is a work of pure fiction about an imaginary girl called Katie.
PART 1
There are 3 to 4 of you. You are all much older mature men in your late 50’s to 60’s. You are dominant, assertive and have filthy minds. You have agreed to make this come true for me carried out to the letter.
On the day in question I have arranged to be picked up at 5pm by you all. And be driven out to the countryside towards a well known forest.
I shower, do my make up a little sexier than my normal day time look, style my hair down and long. I paint my nails dark red. Apply my best perfume.
I dress in a white lace strappy skater dress, It is short, flared, elegant and very sexy.
Underneath I have on a small pair of white satin knickers …nothing more.
The look is finished with a pair of high black strappy heels with open toes.
I am ready and waiting.
There is a knock at the door, I open it and 1 of you is standing there waiting. A car is outside, engine idling, doors open. The others are sitting inside smiling and the rear seat passengers gesture at me to come to the car.
As I walk through my door my hand bag is checked by you for spare clothes, knickers and anything resembling a coat or Mac.
I am led by the hand and climb into the car. Doors are closed and the car drives away towards our destination.
There is no conversation in the car. You smile and there is some ‘wandering hands’ gently across my bare legs and arms. Hands slide under the short dress hem. I do nothing to prevent this.
We drive on towards the forest. Along a secluded dirt road & the car slows then turns into a small clearing.
I am not familiar with this place.
The car stops, you all get out and the boot is opened. One of you then takes me by the hand & I slide out of the car into the warm summer air, my dress riding up which he notices with a grin.
The boot is closed and I notice one of you is holding a large leather hold all.
The bag is opened and a long length of coiled white rope is pulled out.
One of you takes my hands and holds them together as the rope is then wrapped round my wrists and doubled over then tied to form a knot.
The man holding the rope then starts to pull and I have to walk along following him through the woodland.
The rest of you are following close behind me.
As I walk the wind is playing with the short flared hem of my dress and blowing it up slightly.
I am already feeling under dressed, vulnerable and getting Butterflies in my tummy.
The guy in front keeps a tight pull on the rope and I have to be careful not to trip over in my high heels.
After walking for some time we arrive at a large clearing where there is a big tree in the centre.
I am led to stand under one of the trees high branches.
You all stand round me and the bag is placed on the floor and opened. Another rope is pulled out, shorter this time and one of you holds it moving towards me.
Suddenly the guy holding the longer rope attached to my wrists throws it high up over the tree branch, the loose end falling rapidly to the forest floor.
He picks it up and begins to pull slowly. Gradually my arms are pulled upwards by the moving rope.
He keeps pulling and I stagger closer to the tree, my arms now way up over my head, hands together and almost on tip toes.
The guy holding the shorter rope moves closer, kneeling down he then binds the rope tightly round my ankles making many loops of rope and finishing with a secure knot. I try to resist what he is doing but he is too strong and another guy helps him tie the knots.
My ankles are tightly bound and I cannot move them.
You all crowd round me now and stare at me smiling. The longer rope is checked and pulled slightly more to increase the tension and my arms are pulled higher still.
I am now on tip toes in my high heels and barely touching the ground. My arms feel taut but it is not painful.
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