House on No-Name Street

She lived maybe nine or ten blocks away from me in this rambling old wooden house made of cubes and rectangles. The house felt like it was probably the original building in the suburban area. A farmhouse chunk of architecture from a previous century isolated now in the midst of later repeatedly random trac and industrial developments that swarmed up around it, built by greedy contractors on parcels of the farmland that once went with her dwelling as fields of corn - back in the days when it was owned by old McDonald.

Two sides of her property had these mature cottonwood giants lining the edges as if planted there rather than weeds. The trees looked like they were trying to hide the uneven lines of her odd lot from a few rows of modern light industrial butler style vast empty metal buildings that had arisen behind and beside her. The aesthetics of nature hanging in there.

Between them the fences on the other two sides and the greenery of the trees barely kept the metaphorical stench of non-polluting industry at bay.

Still, the only way to reach her island-like piece of a property was along a single cul-de-sac road, a paved piece that had likely been traveled by pickup trucks and possibly even wagons when it was still dirt. A street with no name. There were a couple houses about a block away, but even though it sat in the middle of an urban area, the whole effect was to leave the place oddly isolated.

I banged on the door sharply. When she did not answer right away, I did it again. Pounding this time with the side of my fist.

She flung the door open, as is angry that I was thudding away. I barged right past her forty-four-year-old outrage, hooked a foot on the door and kicked it shut behind me. At twenty-nine, I was younger than her.

And fitter.

"What are you...!" She started to say, but I put a hand on her shoulder and shoved so that she staggered back against a wall with a yelp.

I already held a piece of rope in one hand, a slipknot noose already tied in it. I arched my body, snatched her right wrist and yanked it to me, dexterously running the loop in my rope and yanking it tight.

Her mouth worked as she stared at her roped wrist that I was pulling towards me by the free end of the thing.

Abruptly she spun and made to run away, but I planted my feet, tugged her to an abrupt halt with the rope around her wrist. As she staggered, she half pivoted around her bound wrist as I pulled on it hard and I pushed her between her shoulder blades to shove her up against the wall while she was unbalanced.

She yelled.

"Ahhh! Sto..."

I planted an elbow between her shoulder blades and leaned while I pulled her other hand behind her.

"Oh my god!" She hollered. Wriggling her untied wrist in my grip frantically. Too slow.

I ignored her and pinned her wrists next to each other with my hip.

Using a move I had practiced dozens of times on a newel post at home I flipped the rope around both her wrists in rapid succession. I had seen the same motion in calf roping competitions at the rodeo when they tied up the feet of the animal. I flipped the ends around the center of her wrists in two-second-long winds and tied a rapid half hitch to pin the fat nylon together. I was preparing for the second half hitch when she shrieked like a banshee and flattened herself against the wall, yanking her arms downward sharply and half getting them away from me. She managed a sideways step, but my weight against her pushed her back against the wall again and I swiftly tugged that second turn on the clove hitch into place.

A real knot.

Unforgiving.

She wasn't getting it loose easily.

She was truly tied.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out two pairs of panties.

She had flipped herself around to stare at me, her eyes as big as saucers and her shock of black hair making a tangled frame on each side of her disbelieving face.

I held up one pair of the panties in front of her face. Her mouth worked the jaw up and down without sound. Stunned by the sight of strange underwear dangling in her face. Shaking her head violently, denial written in her expression.

Finally, she vocalized.

"What are you? No! NO!"

I crumpled the pair into a ball and shoved it into her mouth timed to her second denial.

She whimpered. Her eyes rolled around in circles.

"Na...Mph! MPH!" She mumbled around the offending material as I fed it into her cheek and crammed it in on top of her tongue. I wasn't very gentle.

In a flash she arched her hips, used her butt of fling herself away from the wall pushed me back and she raced off through her living room in a flash.

"Mph. Spfttt!" She was chewing on the panties as she ran.

I caught her three quarters of the way across the room with an arm across her chest from behind.

"Mph. Ahhph!" She writhed her body about. Wriggling to escape my grip.

My hand over her shoulder was clutching the material of the front of her blouse and the little almost-bolero jacket of her business suit. I had seen her buy the outfit at Good Will. New-used. Trying it on and wearing it out a hour ago before I followed her home.

I pulled back hard to control her. A button parted at the pull. She moaned as I got inspired and grabbed at each suit top lapel and pulled roughly down on the jacket which pulled it back and off her shoulders to rest across her upper arms behind her back. The taut material making a further restriction across her upper arms. Almost another tie to go with the rope on her wrists.

It turned me on to see her jerk her arms and hands trying to escape.

I had been clumsy about it. My right fist during the tug on the material had held one side of the blouse beneath it too. At least two buttons had popped off under the pressure. Half her bra was exposed as her blouse gave and fell open. A lovely breast really, a small B cup, had rolled loose from its cup on that side. Bouncing. Bouncing.

She had planted her feet while I stared down lustfully at her pig pink nipple and wobbling boob visible over her shoulder so she slammed a shoulder into me making me let go in surprise.

She was off running again. Half her bosom rotating in circles as she jogged.

"Mph. Spttt...Help! Somebody!" She had finally managed to spit the panties in her mouth out. She made it to the kitchen and used her upper body to shove the curtains there aside, pressing herself frantically against the window glass. Looking for help outside. I could imagine the view from outside. The side of her face mashed on the glass. Her breast flattened against another, lower pane. Her eyes open wide in shock. Her mouth working but little sound escaping through the window. Pleading. Pleading to the back ends of a couple vast warehouse buildings, the closest three hundred meters away.

No help there.

She didn't care.

"Help! Help me! Anybody!" She shrieked just as I caught up to her again. I hooked an arm around her neck and pulled her back into the room using the crook of my elbow. She whimpered. Helpless and tied with a strong arm around her neck. Her feet dragging as I pulled her.

"Quiet!" I commanded by her ear. "No more, yelling!"

"Help! HELP!" She ignored me. "I'm tied up! I can't..." She yelled vociferously trying to attract assistance anyway.

I gathered her hair into my fist at the base of her neck and half-yanked hard backwards.

"Ahhhh!" She pulled on her held hair, jerking her head. her eyes staring at me in fear over her shoulder and her head cocked further and further back. "No! NO! Let me go...!" She started before I clapped my free hand over her mouth, hand gagging her.

She stared at me. Eyes huge. Panting frantically through her nose.

"Mmm! Mmm! MMMM!" She yelled into my palm. Eyes open and round. "Mmmmhhh!"

"Enough noise, I said!" I pulled her hair hard this time. Shaking her head around against her will by her own mop.

Then slowly. Ever so slowly, I used a foot to scrape a kitchen chair back and into position. I began to apply my weight in the direction of the Earth's core. Dragging her down with me

"Uh! UH! Uh!" She said as I dragged her with me. Trying to shake her head, my grip limiting her. Hand gagged. Her wrists tied behind her back by her tail bone. Pulling on them. Her little jacket straining across her upper arms, almost locking he elbows together. Her neck arched painfully back in my grip on her hair. She slowly let my weight win and knelt. Ended up on her knees between my legs on the floor with me sitting.

She looked hot there. Panting for air through her nose. Her beasts rising and falling. One free, the other still in the bra. It rounded shaped an inducement as it moved up and down.

"Mph!" She mumbled into my hand clamped over her lips. "Mph. Ngh! Mph! Mph! NuUh!"

Eventually, my bottom was firmly on the chair. By pulling back on her hair I made her arch back over my knee a bit.

Then she was staring at me in horror as I leaned forward over her body. Looming in her vision. My fingers and palm cruelly holding her cries inside her mouth. The movement of her eyes showing she was painfully aware that her right breast was sticking up on one side like a lone peak. Naked and available to me to see and touch. She had undoubtedly caught my eyes flicking towards it. Turning me on further.

I pushed her head forward then. Controlling her like a puppet. Making her look down now instead of up. Steadily pulling her head sideways into my crotch. I was wearing shorts. I pulled her head in further and further between them, then slowly made her turn her head even as I squeezed my thighs together and held her with them clamped over her ears on each side of her skull and her nose right there in my taint. She was smelling my smells down there. Then she clearly felt the hardness in my pants and underwear against her face and she writhed, flopped about ineffectually and whimpered like a whining dog, pulled hard at her bound wrists and tried to yank her face free from my grip on her skull, but couldn't get past my knees.

I was totally excited by seeing her down there. Her hair spilling across my thighs. Jerking her head back sharply. Moaning into my crotch. Unable to escape.

I opened my legs and in an instant she shot out not expecting her straining backward to be honored. It tore her face free of its prison next to my bulge and my gagging hand too. She fell over and lay there half on her side panting for breath. Staring up at me shaking her head unbelievingly.

"Let me go!" She pleaded. It made me hot to hear her do it. "Please. Untie me. I won't ... won't tell...anyone..."

I stood.

Deliberately I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants as she stared up at me with a deeply fearful look on her face, leaning on one elbow and continuing to shake her head from side to side in denial.

"No. No! Don't take off your... pants..."

I dropped my shorts to they fell onto my ankles.

She moaned at sight of the bulge in my underwear, rolled up onto on hip and with tied hands adding difficulty rose unsteadily to her feet. Ready to run.

"Help! Help! Anybody. I'm tied up! They are taking their...." She yelled loudly staggering and wrestling her tightly bound arms behind her.

I grabbed her upper arm as she tottered there and pushed her against the kitchen wall next to the chair. I put my hand around her neck and leaned in slightly. Once again using my weight to hold her still. She worked those bound hands behind her back. Whimpering. Staring at my face. Her face slowly turning red.

"Look! Let me go. Please! Untie me!"

I reached down and methodically unbuttoned and unzipped the pants of her pants suit and thrust her pants and panties down to her knees.

"Oh! NO! Don't take my pants... my panties...! Oh! She is stripping me!" She wailed.

She kept trying to shake her head as she had all along, but her face was turning redder still from my grip on her neck. I think she was short on air. I'd carefully avoided her Adams apple and pressing in too hard in on her trachea, but imagine she felt her air supply compromised leaving her with the feeling like she was choking.

Enhancing her feelings of being overpowered.

"I'll ease up on your neck if you do what I say!" I spoke for the first time. A command really. Hold still or be choked.

She gave this deep whimper from deep in her belly and chest and I think she surrendered a bit. She held still suddenly and let loose a blubber of self pity. I reached up with my free hand and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse methodically Remorselessly.

"OK! Ok! You have me. Don't hurt me!" She stamped her feet around a bit feeling the hobble of her panties and pants caught on her legs just above her knees. Limiting her movement with her legs. She could not run away.

She whined at the sensation of being restricted by her own clothes.

I smiled. I loved the hear that sound. It went straight to my genitals.

I took my hand off her neck, but ran my fingers up the back of her skull again to grip her hair and remind her of who was boss. Ever so slowly and gently I ran the tips of my fingers on my other hand over that exposed breast. She inhaled sharply and stared down at the rigid nipple as if it was an enemy.

I did it several times. Feather soft. Hefting the weight of that beautiful thing. Feeling the softness of the mammary. Holding the breast delicately. I pulled the cup down on the other one and repeated it. She kept staring at my hands on her tits. Started shaking he head again in denial of what was happening to her. She wasn't fooling me. It was denial all right. Denial that she enjoyed the sensations.

"Oh!" She cried out. Rolling her head back and staring at the ceiling. "My nippies! You are playing with my nippies! No! Please. Don't play with my nippies!"

A weird word for a woman's nipples. Childlike. A regression of some kind was going on in her headspace.

I ran my hand along her belly and she sucked in her breath. Knowing where those fingers were headed. She shifter her hips side to side restlessly.

My fingers ran between her prominent outer labia. I was determined to pry her inner labia apart roughly but never got the chance. They spread effortlessly and instantly around my middle finger with a wet noise and my finger sank into a swamp there.

"Ah!" She cried out and clenched her eyes shut, rolling her head back on her neck to rest on the wall. A completely erotic move. Acceptance that she was going to be used. "OH! Ah! You are touching me... touching my..."

I dragged the pad of my finger back and rolled her clitoris around. Then again. Then again.

"Ahhhhhh!" She cried out, bucking her hips. I began to frig her to the tune of wet sounds and she went on. "Ah! Ah! Oh! You are... touching... touching pussy. Playing with my clitty! Please don't touch my clitty! My nippies! You playing with my nippies and clitty. Oh!" She was working her hips front to back now. Making a lie of her cries of denial.

The whole 'nippies' and 'clitty' thing sure sounded like baby talk to me. Odd-sounding from a mid forties woman, but erotic too. I am no psychologist, but the whole thing felt like she was reverting to something in her brain that had happened to her earlier in life. Perhaps way earlier. Like in her youth or something. The wet sounds betrayed her though. Whatever had happened to her long ago, what I was doing her how was getting to her.

She moaned.

I played with her for several minutes like that. She kept working her hips front to back and in circles. Testing her bound wrists. Moaning. Groaning. Whimpering. Finally, I'd had enough. I was completely on fire myself and I think she was climbing the wall getting ready to come because her breathing was getting faster and louder and her breasts were rising and falling like a metronome.

I pulled my fingers out of her and used that hand to grip her pubic hair instead. She inhaled sharply to feel her bush used as a handle. My other hand still holding more of her hair at the back of her neck.

I took a chance.

"Come along, girlie. Bring your little nippies and clitty over here."

I tugged both places.

She gasped. At the words as well as the feeling of being led by her hair like some kind of slave.

I yanked and pulled her by both patches of her hair and to the edge of the kitchen table a few feet away while she half frog hopped and tiny stepped around her own clothing binding her knees and calves. We stopped where I guided her.

She blubbered suddenly when she saw the table aligned right by her. Ready. A horizontal surface waiting. Her mind filled in what could happen next.

"OH! OH!" She wailed. "You are playing with my clitty. Using my coot hair... hair as a... a... leash. Making me your... your... little pet. Your petty!"

There it was again. 'Petty' a kids word. Her retreat inside her head into some childhood fantasy. Then she broke into tears. Actual tears that streamed down her face.

I wasn't fooled.

The eye wetness was less about my treatment of her and more from some kind of internal crisis. A dam that had been released by what was happening between us. Not fear. Not real angst. More like a release of something inside her. A letting go. Some barrier in her had been let loose and she cried in shame at letting it happen. Almost, I thought, in relief.

I turned her to face the big butcher block table front on.

"Get on the table, I commanded, pushing her head forward over it.

"Oh! No!" She protested in sobs. "You are making me! Making me bend over! My little botty will be where you can see it. My poor botty. Making your petty bend over. Showing my clit-clit. I am so helpless! Please! No! Let me go!"

She writhed about. Pulling the ropes and clothes that held her.

Still, she bent at the waist under pressure at the base of her neck.

She gave a screech.

That scream. A sound went through me like a knife. It almost made me come.

I pinned her down still with the grip in her head of hair. Kept pushing down. Her torso and upper body were flat now, her body face down on the table. Her ass in the air.

I stomped my foot down hard onto her pants and panties between her legs. She jerked one knee up in reaction which fortuitously pulled the right foot and ankle free from the grip of her underwear and pants. I kicked with my toes on first one ankle then the other to the side to make her widen her stance. I was a bit clumsy. Perhaps too rough, I think. Too late to change anything though. She took it in stride anyway. Expecting abuse in her current predicament I expect. She blubbered away, but she was spread now. Feet wide apart and flat on the floor. Her anus peeking out between her pretty tight cheeks for an older woman. Her vulva on view. Even the outer labia looking dampish. Her wet inner labia hanging out and partly open. A hard clit peeking out at the bottom.

She was bent over now. Breathing hard. Waving those wrists and arms secured by my rope and her jacket.

"Huh! Huh! No! NO! Please!" She kept vocalizing. "Ah! You have me helpless. Let me go! No!"

I purposefully stepped to one side where her head was turned. I wanted her to see what happened next. I hooked my thumbs down into the front of my own underpants in front of her eyes and tugged them down.

She stared over and burst out in fresh tears again staring at me.

Or rather staring at where my panties gathered just below my crotch. The rubbery bright red penis, freed from the prison of material stood up aggressively at a forty-five-degree angle. Its other end, mounted to it to form a about a thirty-degree angle between the two heads, was buried inside my own vagina. I could feel the weight of it in there. A combination my own muscles and the bunched-up panties held it in me. I had experimented. I needed the panties as I was really wet myself and who wants to concentrate on Kegel squeezes when you are ready to have full on sex to orgasm? From experience I knew that as wet as I was, the strapless could pull out or drop out of me at an awkward moment if you lost concentration. Seeing her there, tied up, helpless and exposed shamelessly, I was utterly distracted. No way I could hold that thing in me without the pants gripping what would have been testicles had I been a man. I was utterly soaking too. I had no intention of ignoring the visual of her, tied and helpless, just to so I could focus on holding the other end of the damn toy in me. I meant to use it seriously on her. In her. The panties cradled the fulcrum point of the toy. Keeping it from coming out.