You could call it a form of ambulance chasing. The sleazier lawyers chase ambulances, looking to see if the injured wanna sue or need representation…I chase Best Buy trucks to see who’s getting a new TV delivered. Eh, it’s a living.
So, I see a sweet OLED Sony model being dropped off at a nice place…doesn’t look like there’s any alarm stands (“This place is protected by…” lawn ornaments; you get the drift) around…I decide to hit the place later.
So, the damndest thing happens…I break in…and the lady of the house (and a SEXY gal to boot!) is sitting at the living room table with a bag open on it…and she’s sorting lengths of rope! Winding the shit up into nice neat little bundles…and there’s a couple rolls of duct tape there too. If I hadn’t already thought she was packing a “bondage bag”, the ball gag on the table would’ve iced it…
“Oh…hello there…” she said and let her voice trail off. “Heh…n-nice night, huh?” I walked over to the table and picked up a length of the rope… “OK, look,” she said, her voice suddenly full of a mixture of courage and anger, “You got me. I’m a bondage perv, OK? I like the man I’m with to take possession of me…tie me up and gag me, then make me his. I like the feeling of the ropes on my body and that I can’t get away. And a good mouth-filling gag? No two things like it. So sexy….look, take what you want, just do me a favor and tie me up good and hard before you leave, then call the cops to free me after you get away…” She kept going, but I wasn’t listening.
I pulled my mask off… “I don’t think I’ll be needing your stuff anymore…I think I just found something better.”
“What did you do THAT for? Now, I…I’ve seen your face…”
“I found out your secret, now you know mine. All cards are on the table. Listen, hon, we…we share a bit of a hobby. You like BEING tied, I like tying. Actually LOVE tying…and it’s been forEVER since I tied a really good-looking woman like yourself. I, uh, think we can help each other out. If, that is, you’re willing to take a little risk…”
She bit her lower lip (phew…sexy), then looked me in the eyes…guess she saw a compatible soul in me as she threw me a length of rope that we both knew would cover the wrists adequately, then turned her back to me and crossed them behind her… “OK, cowboy,” she said as her breath quickened a bit, “Show me that this isn’t your first rodeo, ’cause I am SO sick of tying myself for fun and pleasure….”
Dez for today.