                            BOUND TO PLEASE  #4
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Miss F could feel the heat from his muscular body, and his eyes visually
groping her body.  She was afraid, but she had to remain calm.  If she
could just remain still on the bed things would be OK.  She quivered as the
bed moved.  He had laid down on the bed next to her, but he still had not
touched her.  What was he going to do, what was he thinking?

"You are a fantastically beautiful woman" he said in a deep voice.  "Under
different circumstances we could have,... well.. it could have been
different."  As he spoke, she felt the caress of his hand on her breast.
But it was unusual, it was soft and tender.   There was emotion on the
other end of that hand, thought Miss F.  Maybe she would be safe after all.

His hand moved slowly over her breast, softly fondling her lovely mounds.
Her nipples werid and tight, and his fingers gently squeezed them.
Slowly his hand moved down her abdomen and over her stomach, going lower.

Miss F shivered as he groped her body.  Her hands strained to be free of
the steel cuffs on her wrists.  Her breathing was rapid as she became
excited .  How could this be happening, she was afraid for her safety, but
she was becoming sexually aroused.  His hand slowly moved in circular
motions on her stomach.  Suddenly, a liquid was being applies on her
stomach, a perfumed creamy lubricant.  His hand smoothed the excessive
cream over her stomah and up on to her breasts.   The soft smooth liquid
added a slippery feel which only heightened her sexual excitement.  He had
placed his left arm under her head, as he lay next to her and slowly
caressed her body as he added still more of the perfumed cream.  Slowly,
his hand worked  lohad worked it between her
legs.  The excitement and anxiety was too must for her she had relaxed and
allowed her legs to open, allowing his creamy rhythmic hand access to her
womanhood.  The touch was light but firm as it worked rhythmically, up and
down, in and out, against her swelling opening.  The chain connecting her
ankle cuffs clinked as Miss F began to move in unison with the stimulating
hand.  Her breathing became more rapid, and louder.  He pulled her close
with the hand under her head, and placed his right leg over her legs.  How
did she ever get into his situation she thought, but however it happened,
at this moment she didn't want it to stop.  He could tell she was becoming
more and more stimulated, and was approaching orgasmic relief, and just as
she was nearing the point, HE STOPPED.  Why had he Stopped.  She groaned
with anticipation, what hat happened.

He jumped from the bed as Miss F heard the back door to the kitchen open.
Rosebud was returning (at last) with her things to spend the weekend.  Miss
F thought "I have to warn her, how can I tell her about the man in the
bedroom."  Miss F made muffled grunts and groans trying to alert RB.
Rosebud could hear the soft noises from the bedroom and assumed that Miss
was just having fun being tied up, the way RB had left her.

Rosebud had changed her clothes and decided that black leather was just the
thing for the weekend plans.  A black leather straight miniskirt with a
pullover soft glove skin leather sweat shirt top.  A pair of calf-high
black leather high heeled boots, topped of the sultry outfit.  She had on a
tan trench coat to conceal the dramatic attire.  The muffled noises were
growing louder from the bedroom.  "What was "F" up to in there" she
wondered.  RB removed her trench coat and put her suitcase on in the corner
of the kitchen.  She had told friends not to expect to see her until
Monday.  She headed for the bedroom and as she opened the door she was
quiet.  How in the world had Miss F gotten loose?  What had happened to her
clothes?  How did she get that hood over her head?  --  As RB took two
steps forward, the bedroom door slammed shut behind her with a "WHAM".

She turned around to see this hulk of a muscular figure in tight leather
pants, no shirt, and a ski mask on.  "OH MY G.." said RB.  As she moved for
the door, he stepped in front of it.  The perspiration on his body and the
massive bulge in his pants told RB that he was recently excited by
something.  Miss F was suddenly quiet on the bed, knowing that her hope to
be rescued by RB has just evaporated.

The way RB was dressed, the tight leather skirt and clingy glove leather
top, only added fuel to the sexual fires that raged inside the intruder.
Rosebud had not expected this.  She had planned a fanciful playful weekend
with miss F, satisfying some inner erotic desires, which she had wondered
about for years.  But now, this had changed to something that put fear in
her.  Who was that man behind the mask.  Who ever he was he, was coming
closer, and closer...
