What's That Noise?

WHAT'S THAT NOISE?

What's that noise? Now I'm sure that you'll be familiar with that particular situation when one's slumbers are somewhat disturbed by an unusual sound, one totally out of kelter with the normal circumstances of a typical night-time atmosphere. Such as the sound of somebody, utterly unexpectedly, moving around your dwelling, that is to the best of your knowledge, totally unoccupied by anyone other than yourself. Because this was precisely the situation that was occurring in my world, right here, right now. I was certain I'd heard a 'guest,' completely uninvited, moving around within my house.

As my eyes struggled to adjust to the very low level of light within the bedroom, my suspicions became confirmed beyond any possible doubt as the bedroom door opened and this 'figure' crept into the room, switching on the light switch, so bathing the room with illumination. As my optical receptors now had to re-adjust, it took a while before I could ascertain that the intruder was a shapely woman, fully enclosed in leather, a tight and beautiful catsuit being 'topped' by a leather hood, meaning I couldn't see her face at all, just her eyes and her mouth. Before I reacted at all my 'companion' uttered, the tone of her rather husky voice confirming that she was, very much, a female, "just who the hell are you? I was told that there'd be absolutely nobody home tonight!"

I almost lost my temper right there and then. "Who am I? Just the bloke who owns this bloody house! More to the point, Ma'am," said in a VERY sarcastic manner, "perhaps you'd better explain precisely who you are?"

"Somebody who you'd be best advised to obey without question." And before I could react at all, having pulled forward some sort of haversack that she'd been wearing, into which her hand dis-appeared, suddenly I became confronted by the business end of a lethal looking pistol!

"Well, it's just as well that I came prepared seeing as you are at home. Anybody else here, and I'd recommend that you are totally straight with me here?"

"No, just me." I was actually being truthful, my wife was staying with one of her many friends tonight, having been out on a 'girlie night,' from which my male status had excluded me. It did mean that I could watch last evening's footie match without disturbance though, so I wasn't too displeased about that. But this situation was something else entirely and I was quite relieved about her state of absence now, at least, unlike me, she wasn't in any danger at this moment.

"You have the look of honesty about you, so I believe you." That's something I guess, I thought to myself. "But the fact that you are here injects, shall we say, some degree of jeopardy into this equation. I can't have you interfering with just what I came here to do, now can I?"

"And just what is that? I assume that you'll now be relieving me of various objects, things I worked hard for and truly earned?"

"Oh yes, you can be sure that I've come here to help myself to just what I fancy, that's for sure!" She reached into her bag once more. "But I need to take some precautions here, like I say your presence wasn't planned for or expected, but I guess that it was always possible. So, and quite appropriate really, as I was a former Girl Guide the female equivalent of the Boy Scouts, I've lived up to Baden Powell's famous motto here. 'Be prepared.' Therefore I am."

I could now view just what item she had withdrawn. W. T. F.? A set of handcuffs? And not just that, but black fur lined ones too. Blimey, just what sort of woman was I dealing with here?

I mean, with her obviously having criminal intent, the gun I could understand, although I'd much rather she didn't have it with her I could appreciate just why she did. But, just what sort of person, male or female carries fur-lined handcuffs whilst undergoing their daily business, even if said activity was completely shady. And, once she had thrown them in my direction, to be successfully caught by me, I could tell that these were the 'real thing,' solid and secure, not some sort of the 'toy' variety sold by various sex shops for instance.

But she didn't award me any time whatsoever to admire or study this item. "Around your left wrist! NOW!" And when I'd complied? "Demonstrate to me that you've fastened the cuff correctly, not putting it on loose, so that you can escape later." I showed her that I'd applied it properly. "Good. It appears that there's a fair amount of common sense within that space you call your brain. Right, other end around the outer bedpost! NOW!" Let's face it, what choice did I realistically have here? So, I again obeyed, and now I was shackled to my own bed, effectively her prisoner. But she wasn't finished with me just yet.

Another pair of identical cuffs emerged from her bag, once again being tossed in my direction, although I nearly didn't catch them, no, not deliberately, let's face it one of my hands was rather fastened. "Yes, matey, right wrist, please, and you can still use your left to accomplish this. Don't let me become displeased with you, now there's a good boy!" As you can well imagine, IF she'd set out to really 'wind me up' and annoy me, then she'd just succeeded to a massive degree. But despite my present difficulties, I did manage to comply with her instructions, not even attempting to fit the cuff incorrectly, something that she fully acknowledged.

"One more item to go then. Now I fully accept that you can't really attach the other end of your right-hand cuff set to the bed, so I'll just have to do that for you. But I can't allow you to see me whilst I perform said task." Well, that rather explained to me when I could see this final piece of her 'equipment,' something that would ensure that my ability to view anything would soon be removed from me. That's right, Ladies and Gentlemen, it was a satin blindfold, which my still free, free from being shackled to the bed that is, it did feature a 'bracelet' of sorts, don't forget; caught in midair when she'd thrown it in my general direction.

"FIT IT!" And my world became utterly black, yes this was one of those 'proper' blindfolds, one that allowed no light whatsoever to penetrate. "Stretch out your right arm, place your hand and wrist near to the bedpost!" Swiftly I could sense, and hear, her move to that area of the bed, and a series of 'clicks' announced my descent into a state of secure captivity to this woman. She could now act in any way that she chose, yes in MY house, and there was now absolutely NOTHING I could do to prevent her desires at all.

And her first action was totally humiliating from my viewpoint, as if these events weren't embarrassing enough for me already. She simply 'whipped' off the quilt from the bed, and as it was mid-summer, therefore quite warm, I was completely naked underneath, meaning that absolutely EVERYTHING was on full 'display' here, including a rather impressive, even if I say so myself, boner!

"Well, well," she chuckled, sitting herself down on the bed, "just what have we got here, um?" As her soft leather clad hands began to 'wander' all over my 'tools,' she continued her verbal teasing. "I might just have to add this delicious item to the list of your possessions that I'm going to help myself to. Oh yes, be such a shame if I don't treat this beautiful specimen in the way that it's clearly intended to be enjoyed in! Wouldn't it, don't you agree?"

WHAT? As if nicking my hard-earned possessions wasn't insult enough, was she planning to add rape to the, rapidly extending, list of crimes she was subjecting me to here?

It seemed so, as I could sense and hear, her removing the hood from her head. Then her lips surrounded my cock, as she began to suck upon it. Which rather sent a whole host of conflicting emotions crashing throughout my form. Yes, a large degree of indignation and pure anger, I mean just what RIGHT did she have to treat my body as if it was her personal property, but on the other hand, she was bloody good at just what she was up to here! Mind you, yet another feeling soon made its presence known, sheer and utter frustration. Yes, you've guessed it, the bloody bitch stopped, just before that glorious moment! The utter COW!

"Ah, have I got you all stoked up now? Just reminding you that this particular 'dance' is to be performed entirely to MY choice of tune and not your own, it's you in my hands not me in yours." As if I needed such a prompt? "But don't worry, I'm FAR from finished with you yet, THIS," her hands taking up a clamping action, as she released my cock from her oral embrace, "will soon be working for its living, and HARD, pardon the pun! But first, I must relieve myself of all this rather tiresome leather!"

Bloody hell, just what sort of utter freak was she, as I could hear her climbing out of her leather catsuit? Followed by an even more surprising conundrum, as she now climbed back onto my body, there was no question about it, her legs were encased within sheer nylon! Added to which I thought that I could feel the clasps of attached suspenders. Surely not?

Now, don't get me wrong here, in more normal situations, I just LOVE the look, not to mention the feel of stockings and suspenders. And I'm fortunate enough to be able to claim that I've married a woman who simply adores wearing them as much, if not even more, than I like seeing her thus adorned. But just what sort of female goes out with burglary in mind, wearing such items, and underneath a leather catsuit? Weird!

Anyway, I soon had more serious considerations to contend with, as this, obviously completely brazen woman started to lower her, soaking wet, pussy over my cock! Just who did she think she was? Yet again, I began to feel entirely grateful for the fact that my wife wasn't present, although now it wasn't HER safety that was paramount in my mind but my own. I mean, just what would be her reaction to the scene unfolding here, I shouldn't imagine she'd be best pleased, even if it was abundantly clear it was occurring through neither my fault nor choice!

But again, my feelings of total fury were again somewhat tempered by her clearly considerable abilities when it came to the subject of the 'pleasures of the flesh!' Oh yes, we're addressing a woman who fully knew just what she was doing in the bedroom. Slowly she began the 'motions of sex,' gradually, and VERY seductively accelerating the pace; as at the same time her lips were attacking mine, and in a just SO sensuous manner! Against my will then, I realised to my complete horror that I was beginning to enjoy her ministrations, despite the fact that being a married man I should do no such thing of course.

Unlike earlier with her hands, it soon became utterly clear that this woman was intending to take matters all the way here, her moans of pleasure steadily increasing in terms of both volume and pitch, as it was obvious that her climax was rapidly approaching, as was my own of course. Only natural I suppose, during that denial several minutes ago now, there was no positive outcome, or should that be outCUM, available to her, as there was clearly going to happen now.

And then it happened! Boy, didn't it just, and virtually simultaneously, once more this female displaying her outstanding sexual skills as I struggled to remember a climax that I'd EVER enjoyed more beforehand. When I actually became capable of coherent thought that is, and make absolutely NO mistake, it was quite a fair time that elapsed before I indeed able to do precisely that! Yes, it had been THAT good!

I mean, my lady wife and I DID enjoy a satisfying and thrilling sex life, but, as my spunk shot into this female's vagina with a passion that I'd NEVER 'sexperienced' before, my cries of utter exuberance not at any previous time being just so loud or so enthusiastic, once I could think again, I asked myself as to why this was precisely? Because I was bound, unable to move or resist in any way? Or simply, were this woman's sexual skills at a higher level than those of my dear wife? Thank God she wasn't here!

Just like me, it appeared that this mystery woman required some lengthy period to climb down from the real high that she had somewhat enjoyed, but once she did so she lifted the blindfold covering my eyes, resting it upon my forehead rather than removing it entirely. And as my eyes re-adjusted, having been covered for so long, I fully realised that I completely recognised the pair of absolutely luscious optical receptors that I was now staring into.

She opened her mouth to ask, "well darling Husband, did the reality measure up to the fantasy?"

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Sure, I've basically answered that question with my comments above, and so I replied in the affirmative. However, I hadn't told HER all the details of my ultimate fantasies, but so what? This was THE most sensational, THE most explosive, THE most exciting visit that ecstasy had EVER granted to me, and my wife seemed to very much enjoy it too, so naturally I wasn't TOO fussed about that. But I hadn't taken my loving spouse's extreme kinkiness into account here.

"Good. But if you think that we're finished here, well you'd better think again, and pretty smartish. Because having had the question of your sexual fantasy answered, it's time that we move on to address mine. Which are very similar in nature to your own but with certain amendments present. For example, although you're not being released from the bed at all, oh no, I want you utterly confined to it still, I'll be removing those handcuffs, as I require you to be TIED to the bed, not chained to it. But don't worry, I'll be doing so in such a manner as to present you with no opportunity of escaping from my grip here, like dealing with one arm at a time for instance, as well as denying you any power of sight while I do so, hence just why I've left that blindfold resting upon your forehead."

She smiled, a deliciously lustful one, "but it's at the other end where the biggest changes will occur. You see, at the moment, and during all of the action that's already occurred, your legs have been free, well I'm NOT going to allow that condition to remain, I'm going to tie you completely to this bed now. But that's not all, by any means."

She paused, to start removing those stocking and suspenders from her pins. WHAT? She rather clocked the look of almost dis-appointment upon my visage, again smiling most provocatively.

"Oh, don't worry yourself Husband, I'm just about to fetch another clean, fresh set of these items to place upon my body now. I mean these particular ones are fully coated with my scent now, and anyway, I've got another destination in mind for them! Oh yes, darling Husband," pausing again, with that wicked smile very much still in evidence,

"I'M PUTTING YOU INTO MY STOCKINGS!"

You know I mentioned just now that my fantasies weren't completely satisfied. Well, now it appeared that they would be, I'd just been too scared to originally ask her, that's all!