Gromet's Self Bondage & Mummification Plaza - Self Bondage Stories

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THE WEB THEY WEAVED
 T.S.  FESSELN
Part 3

  God, were they gorgeous, Derek thought as he continued to watch the pair of brunettes struggle a bit more.  It was hard to take his eyes off of his wife, Ellen and her twin sister, Helen, as they squirmed in their bindings.  However, Derek knew that he would have much more fun in the next few hours.

  Both of the women were blindfolded, so he didn't have to disguise his looks.  He would have to disguise his voice and smell.  Disguising his voice would not be a challenge.  In Highschool and College he had taken numerous drama classes and had actually had a brief career as a local commercial voice-over announcer.  He could do a very good Spanish accent, which he planned to do.  Smelling different, however, presented a different problem that he would have to solve inside.

  As he exited the garage, he stepped lively, whistling 'Whistle while you work.'   Up the front walk to the front door.  Smiling, thinking about the women's reaction upstairs, he rang the doorbell.

  If the phone message was chilling, the chimes of the doorbell were downright terrifying.  Ellen couldn't believe this was happening to her and her sister.  Helen was almost as good at escaping self-bondage bindings as she was, but Helen seemed as helpless as Ellen was.  Neither of the hog-tied women could unlock the padlocks holding their wrists and ankles bound behind their backs.  Ellen threw herself at her bindings, hoping to find some sort of give. . . but there was none.  In the past few years, she had become too good at binding herself and now she was paying an awful price.

  The doorbell rang again.

  Helen could her the frustrated whimpers and moans of her sister.   The remaining warmth of her orgasm still tingled through her and the thoughts that she might become a plaything for the intruder seemed to fuel her fires even more.  As Ellen bucked, her movements caused the spreader bar to rub and move between Helen's legs more, forcing the vibrator deeper within her.

  The doorbell rang a third time.

  "Oh My God," Helen screamed into her ballgag as she felt another fiery orgasm rushing through her, white hot.  Ellen thought Helen was still trying to desperately escape but it was a different kind of escape.  Helen was humping the spreaderbar that her legs were locked around, forcing the humming vibrator deeper and deeper within her.
  Then both women heard the keys in the doorlock and then the door swing open.
  "Mrs. Parsons," Derek called out in a thick Spanish accent, "Are you here Mrs. Parsons?"

  Helen bit down a scream as an orgasm engulfed her yet again.  It engulfed her in a white bliss she had never felt before. . .ever, causing her to uncontrollably convulse and writhe and squirm in her leather bindings.
  "Mrs. Parsons, I am here for the windows.  Anybody home?"

  Derek thought he had heard a muffled scream, but he chooses to ignore it.  Making as much noise as possible, he started to make-believe he was working, whistling as he went.  Just the thought of what it was doing to the women made his erection throb.  He continued to resist the urge of just running up the stairs and fucking them both.

  Ellen felt as if she was a fawn in the headlights of an oncoming van. She could feel her sister still bucking at her bonds, still trying to escape, but Ellen knew that their bindings would hold them indefinitely. Her wrists and ankles were already a bit raw from her efforts and making them more sore would not serve any purpose. The best thing to do now was to lie still and hope that the window man would take his time downstairs and not come up until Derek came home. Her mind raced, trying to remember if she had shut the bedroom door or not, how many windows were downstairs for the man to measure and how she would explain this all to her straight-laced husband.

  Helen continued to ride the end of her orgasm. Her twin sister had stopped her squirming and was lying nearly perfectly still. God, she couldn't believe she was having an orgasm while so vulnerable to a strangers touch. Helen could hear the man below them, whistling and clanking around. She was sure that they had left the bedroom door open. By all reason, she should be terrified of the situation, but she was horny.

  God, was she ever horny.

  The ebbing of her last orgasm had left a bubbling pool of bliss that seemed to want to come to a rolling boil again. She ground her hips against the bar between her legs and in spite of everything that was happening, began to edge herself closer to another mind-numbing explosion.

  Meanwhile, Derek had to keep his mind to the work at hand, which was pretending to work.  He could barely hear one of the women moaning through her gag and wondered if it was his wife Ellen or her twin sister, Helen. Either way, he would make sure this was a day they would not easily forget.

  Ellen could also hear her sister and realized the she was not struggling to get out of her bonds, rather, she was trying to hump the spreader bar between both of their legs.  Ellen tried to tell her sister to be quiet by 'shushing' into her gag, but Helen was lost in her own libido-twisted world. Ellen prayed that the man downstairs could not hear her sister's moans.

  Ellen listened hard to hear over her sister's mewls of pleasure, trying to decipher where the man was in the house.  The noises seemed to be coming from the kitchen, judging from the man's whistles and shuffling.  He was moving around the back of the house and she knew soon he would come around to the front room and then he would have to ascend upstairs to do his measurements.

  Then he would find them.

  The thought sent shivers through Ellen.  Perversely, it also sent a warm kind of feeling swirling down below, where her pleasured quim still let her know that it still yearned for attention.  Her sister's movements only seemed to focus her attention to her desires.  However, she would NOT give into them.  She couldn't.  There was a very real danger lurking downstairs, whistling and working away.

  Soon that danger would be coming to their bedside.

  Derek finally finished downstairs and he climbed upstairs.  The third stair creaked as he ascended.  The thoughts of what his wife and sister were doing, struggling in their self-imposed bonds, made his dick as hard as it had ever been.  It ached from pure lust.  He hadn't felt this way in a long, long time.  It was something primal and it made him feel alive, like a panther just after a kill.

  At the top of the stairs, he could see the open door to their bedroom. The moans of one of them could clearly be heard, as well as their movements on the sheets.  However, he would keep that room until last.  He had to prolong their torment as long as he could.

  The den came first and Derek went through the motions of measuring and working.  Next came the guest bedroom and bathroom.  There was a small window above the sink, bracketed by flowery curtains and shelves of bubble baths, body lotions and perfumes that had been given them for presents.

 A wide grin spread across Derek's face.

 Sitting there on the shelf was a bottle of English Leather, an after-shave he had never particularly liked.  Now, it would come in very handy.  Little did his sister realize just what her gift would be used for. He opened the bottle, poured a little into his palm and slapped a bit onto his face.  His disguise was now complete.

  He spent just a few more minutes in the bathroom and guest bedroom before making his way down the short hall to where he had left the two women bound.  With every step it seemed as if his whole being was carnal and alive.
  "Santa Maria, que yo esta!" Derek said as he entered the room.
  Both brunettes stopped struggling for a brief moment as if frozen.  Then, as if on cue, they both began to squirm and scream into their gags.
  "Mrs. Parsons?" he said in his thick Spanish accent.
  "MMmmmmmm Uuuuuuhhhh," one of the women nodded her head while trying to say something through her gag.
  "You look very nice, Mrs. Parsons," Derek continued, his fingertips caressing his wife's hip.

   The feel of his touch sent an electric shock through Ellen, as if prodded by a cattle prod.  Even though it was fruitless, she threw herself into getting out of her bonds.  She twisted and writhed and she could feel her sister doing the same.
  "Very nice indeed, Mrs. Parsons," Derek smiled.
  Helen replied with a series of unintelligible grunts and groans as both women squirmed on the bed.

  Derek then stepped over to his sister-in-law, Helen, who was struggling as well.  However, he noticed that her hips were moving and he realized that her squirms were of a different sort.  He was going to put a stop to that. Glancing around, he spied an old suitcase that Ellen kept in the back corner of the closet.  She had told him that it was full of mementos.  It was lying on a chair beside the bed, open but with its lid down.  As Derek lifted the lid, he saw that is was full of leather straps, rope, chains and other things that he had not a clue what they were used for.

  Reaching in, Derek chooses a neatly coiled length of rope and undid it and began to loop it around Helen's wrist above her handcuffs.  She felt the rope tighten then tied off.
  "Is this your sister, Mrs. Parsons?" Derek asked as he tied her up.
  Helen felt another length of rope being tied around her cuffed ankles. To her, it made no sense.  Why was this man taking time to tie her when she was already helpless?  Another rope was tightened around her elbows, drawing them together a bit more, making her even more helpless.
  "You are very pretty, miss," Derek said in his thick Spanish accent.

  He sat on the bed beside her and began to run his finger over the lace and hems of Helen's black corset.  Derek delighted in the slight movements of his captured sister-in-law as he caressed her.  It was with great reluctance that he stopped, fetching the keys out of his pocket, began to unlock the padlock holding Helen in a hog-tie.

 The man held Helen firmly as he unlocked her cuffs.  She realized that was the reason for the rope.  The man was separating her from her sister. She felt the spreader bar being pulled out from between her legs.  The stranger then climbed on the bed and straddled her, forcing her onto her stomach.  She struggled but she was quite winded from her efforts earlier to escape.  Helen then felt the man's warm hands reach between her legs and grasping the end of her vibrator and pulled it out of her.

  The intruder then leaned over Helen, the smell of his after-shave filling the air about her, and kissed her behind her ear.
 "We will have enough time to play with this later, Helen," Derek said to her in a whisper, this time without his fake accent.
  Oh my God!  It was Derek!  Ellen's' husband!  An odd combination of relief and embarrassment rushed through Helen.  The high of one fantasy transformed into another one.

  Helen did not get time to reflect much on this.  Derek unfastened the clamps on her nipples and lifted her from the bed and carried her over to an old rocking chair that occupied a corner of the room, an heirloom from his grandmother.  As gently as he could, he sat Helen down, lifting her bound arms over the back of the low-backed chair.  She felt another cord being threaded between her wrists and attached somewhere to the back of the rocker.
 Helen was not going to be going anywhere for right now.

  Ellen was now struggling more than ever, screaming and moaning into her gag. What was the man doing to her sister?  She felt her sister being freed from the spreader-bar, than lifted from the bed.  She rolled and strained against her bonds, thinking that since she was no longer in bondage with Helen, she could find some sort of slack.  But there was none to be found.

  Derek realized that his wife might hurt herself if he didn't fasten her to something.  Getting one of Helen's leather cuffs that had dropped off when he unfastened them as well as the opened lock, he grabbed the end of the spreader bar and pinned it to the bed.  He threaded the lock first the "O" ring and the end of the bar, but did not lock it.  With some effort, he dragged his wife by the spreader bar closer to the brass foot rail of their brass bed.  Clasping the cuff around the brass rail, he attached the cuff to the bar and locked it.  Now both women were pinned and not a danger to themselves, though he doubted now that Helen felt in any sort of danger.

  Derek then turned his attention back to his sister-in-law.  Helen was still squirming around in the rocking chair, but not nearly as much as she was in bed.  His cock ached watching her struggle in the chair and he really, really wanted to take her then and there.  However, despite what he had seen his wife enact, Ellen was still his wife and Derek did take his marital status seriously.  Perhaps later, if he could get both women's consent. . .

  He knelt down and grabbed Helen's stocking-clad legs and undid the rope binding them together.  Helen was tempted to kick out and make his life difficult, but the thrill of being the helpless slave of her sister's husband was spellbinding and she wanted to see how it would turn out.

 After Derek unwound the rope from around Helen's ankles, he gently lifted the left one and eased it underneath the armrest.  He did the same with Helen's other leg and she seemed to adjust herself to help him with this task.  It was a bit of a surprise to Derek, but a welcome one.  He tied each ankle off to the rear leg of the rocker, forcing Helen's legs open and to display her sex.  Her lips were red with passion and Derek could see just how wet his sister-in-law really was.  She was adjusting to her new position, rocking her hips, whining through her gag for Derek to pay attention to her rising needs.
  "In a moment, Helen," Derek whispered as he undid her blindfold.

  It took a moment for Helen's eyes to adjust to the light.  When they did, the first sight that greeted her was her twin sister, Ellen, still writhing around her spreader bar and crying into her gag.  Helen could just imagine what was going on through her mind.  She looked up, and saw Derek standing behind her with a wide grin crossing his face.  He saw her look up at him and he held up her vibrator, still glistening with her juices.
  "I bet you want this," he leaned down and whispered to her.
  "Uhhhhhh-huhhhhh," Helen nodded.

  Derek got a big, shit-eating grin on his face and turned the vibrator on.  He then set it against her exposed sex.  She could fell the buzzing against her lips, but it wasn't quite enough.  She tried to thrust herself onto it and it fell over onto the seat.
  "Tsk-tsk," Derek said under his breath and picked up the vibrator and placed it again against her pussy, "next time, I won't put it back."

  Helen moaned again in frustration.  Derek was the devil incarnate.  The humming was enough to keep her fires burning but not enough to engulf her in pleasure.
  "Now to pay attention to my wife.  I am sure you don't mind. . ."

End of part three.

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