The hubby hired me to find his missing wife…seemed pretty standard case for this hard-boiled PI, but it would wind up changing everything…
It took a lot of show leather onto pavement, but I finally got a lead. Seemed like wifey went of “walkabout” every 6 months or so when she got bored of her hubby’s bs…but this time, she’d gotten herself into a mess. I busted into the small apartment where I’d found out she was being held to a big surprise…the someone that was holding her was a boy scout of sorts…there was what looked like miles of rope on the kid and expertly tied on top of it.
Got my second surprise when I took a good long look at her and my body told me how much I liked the female form all trussed and gagged…the very unprofessional boner I got was stunning in it’s sudden appearance…and wifey seemed to appreciate the sizely impression it was making on my jeans.
“Is that a flashlight in your pants, or are you happy to see me?” she asked once I took her gag off. Cute. And so was she, for that matter. If I weren’t hired to rescue her… “Look, I appreciate the effort you took in finding me, but if you put the gag back and let me struggle a little more, I’ll let you use that arousal of yours on me…”
“Come again?”
“You will…and again, and again, if you let me…”
“Waitaminnute…I came here to rescue you…”
“And that would be what my husband wants you to believe. You’re not rescuing me…you’re *returning* me to the drudgery of the all-too normal sex life we have. I come here to get tied up for a few days to give myself some variety; he’s such a bore. The bondage lets me enjoy things for a while…but while my guy who ties me is very good at it, he refuses to take me once tied…ugh.”
“So…”
“So, I struggle for a while, have a few orgasms from the tightness of the ropes, enjoy myself, then return to the boring until I just need to get tied again. If I could find myself someone who’d just finish what we start…”
I’d heard enough. ” I think we can make a thing of this. Ever had someone put you in a car trunk before?”
“Only my favorite thing to do…”
“Alright then. I’m going to gag you again…then find a blindfold. After that, I’ll put you in my trunk and drive us to my place…and take you to my bedroom. After that, we’ll talk about making this a regular thing…I know my way around the knots. What do you say?” Instead of answering, she opened her mouth for the gag…this was gonna work out well.
Sasha Fae for today.
Tolstoy
Yes, but do you wear your slouch hat and trenchcoat while you’re out…”rescuing” that kinky dame…?
https://youtu.be/QDWtESy4fOs
I’ll give you some homework to google…I prefer Nick Valentine from Fallout 4… 🙂
So, he’s a fully-functional robot hard-boiled PI?
Okay….
“Fully functional”? Depends on how “fully” you mean. Nick’s personality was in whole reduced to a computer program, essentially, but the body it was programmed into was a Gen 1 or 2 synth…which I don’t believe has genitalia. I was going for the look…and Nick does indeed wear the trench coat and fedora. 🙂