Short stories about Pauline's
The Perils of Pauline's: Pauline Jones.
The three converted barns made beautiful homes. Secluded, set away from the village but convenient to the motorway, each one with a spacious acre of ground separating them, a peaceful and quite area to live.
Number 2 had hanging baskets along the wall leading to the front door, lovely big rooms, one lounge and one dining room plus a kitchen and down stairs bathroom, all beautifully timber beamed.
Up the round staircase were three big bedrooms, again all timber beams, and all en-suite.
The master bedroom held blush pink fitted furniture and a huge bed with scrolled brass fitting's top and bottom.
The beautiful blond haired woman lay on it. Her tied wrists stretched up above her head then through the middle scroll. The rope ran from her wrist's down behind her back and between her legs, there, large rough knots had been tied every inch so as they bit in to ass and cunt before going over her flat stomach then being tied off around her waist. Every movement she made forced the knots to play on her. Her legs were open wide and fastened to the base. Her bright blue eyes looked up to the ceiling as she tried to move the round ball strapped in to her mouth. The soft wall lights now illuminated her young magnificent body, exposed and totally naked. She glistened with a light perspiration; her mind fought in it's confused state.
As she lay there she thought. In the last 24 hours I've lost count of the amount of times I've been raped, abused and forced to do degusting things by those two pervert's. I begged them to untie me but the last thing they said was, "You ain't going anywhere darling you just lay there sweetheart we are going for a beer, you just remember what's happened to you; we will be back later and we will carry on were we left off, remember your husbands away for a while yet and if you think we have finished fucking you then your dreaming." She thought, I hope they untie me before my husband gets home and why oh why have I got this uncontrollable fetish?
And how in god's name did I let it get me in this position?
The large blue removal van sat at the end of the basket-lined path. Tal Jones and his pretty new wife Pauline watched the two burly men in their matching blue overalls carry their furniture in to their new house. After two hours and several cups of coffee it was the start of the box's as they started to be taken to the correct rooms, each one carefully labelled, lounge, kitchen, bedroom, miscellanies, etc. Pauline ran excitedly from room to room changing her mind as to where things were going, Tal smiled and followed her every whim.
It must have been about 1.20 during lunch break. Pauline and Tal were sitting on the kitchen stools staring in to each others eye's sipping some celebration wine, the two men were in the back of the van chewing sandwiches, secretly pouring scotch in to their coffee. Steve lay back on some packing cases when he heard a crack.
"Oh shit what the fuck was that," Chris peered around the back, "I think your alright mate, it's a piece of our packing rack but you've moved one of their box's and it don't look non to safe."
Steve climbed around to the split box and pulled it clear, he looked at the writing on it, "Miscellanies and confidential, now there's a thing, I wonder what it is?"
Chris looked at him, "Curiosity will get you the sack, and you nearly got caught the last time."
Steve smiled as he lifted the corner of the lid, "Fucking hell, the lucky bastard."
Chris looked up, "What the fuck is it now?" Steve handed him some cards from the top of the box, most of them from a stag night party, Chris picked some out.
"For use on a trouble-some wife, keeps her tied to the kitchen sink, never say's no with one of these."
He looked at Steve, " What the fucks in the box."
The first thing Steve showed him was a set of bondage magazines then ball gags, wrist and ankle straps, vibrators, rope, nipple clips, he smiled, "Well I wonder what they get up to, look at this." It was a vibrator like a toothbrush, it rotated as the brush pulsed back and forth, "Must be fun, must do things to a darling like her"; he waved the nipple clips, "I could go blind with the thought of pulling her around on the end of these."
Pauline came to the back of the van as the box was being replace, she looked at it in Steve's hand's, "I'll take that," she grabbed at the box and marched back in the house.
Steve and Chris quickly picked up two box's and followed, they could hear her raised voice as the past the kitchen, they stopped and listened.
Pauline was her full flow, "I told you to bring this in the boot, I still haven't forgiven you for telling you mate," Tal was trying to explain, sorry, I didn't mean to, forgive me, I was drunk, I love you, he interjected between Pauline's stream of words.
"This is our secret, you promised, just because we found out I get uncontrollable turned on by being tied up is just for us not to be spread around your work and golf mate's, if you want to tie me up and make me do wicked things than that's fine, I like my sex that way but don't tell other's, how can I be expected to face them? This had better never happen again, you can think about the fool you have made of me while your away next weekend you think long and hard, I want to make this our lovely house and I will go out and buy some lovely things while your away, so think on that too."
The blue van pulled back on to the motorway, Steve looked at Chris, " I wonder if she gets uncontrollable with him or any-one?"
Chris looked back, "Well mate you will never know."
Steve smiled, "There is a small box we forgot to unload, and we are off next week-end, should we drop it back."
Chris stared at him, " You are joking?"
The smile grew wider, "I don't joke."
Pauline was restless, Tal had only been gone 2 hours, she sat reading a magazine but her mind was on the bondage fun they had last night, she got up for another coffee, as she waited for the kettle, she opened the cupboard by the sink and stared at the box, she bent down and picked out a magazine called Captive, made her coffee and went back to the lounge taking the magazine with her.
She sipped her drink and gazed at the scantly clothed woman, tied up to a beam standing on a table, the thought of her wriggling around unable to escape and being at the mercy of any-one, the thought soon caused Pauline to touch her-self through her light summer skirt.
She put her coffee cup down and looked up at the beams above her then at the dining room table, she was not only restless she was wet.
She pondered, maybe just 15 minutes, just enough to get rid of this horny itch, how would I, yes a pair of steps, then loop the rope round the beam, step down on the table, get rid of the itch and step back on the steps to release myself and, yes why not.
She put some cardboard over the table so she could wear high heels and then moved a mirror so she could see herself. She looked at her self, nice, a sort of innocent sexy, high heels, support sexy stockings, short light summer skirt, nice tight fitting shirt, she thought, this shows my firm tit's off nicely, now where's the rope.
Pauline got the box out and put it on the kitchen table, found a length of rope and then got the big steps from the garage. Positioning the steps beside the table she climbed up, measured how much rope she would need to hold her tight when she was on the table, then looped one over her wrist and held the other end. She got off the steps her arms were at full stretch, then she got back on the steps and found she could loosen the wrist, well if she could loosen one she could loosen two.
She was getting excited, she slipped the rope over one wrist, climbed the steps and pasted the rope over the beam then slipped it over her other wrist, pulling the slip knot's tight.
Just one more check that she could slide them off again, then she stepped down on to the table, her arms were held high above her as the knot's bit in to her wrists.
She threw her head back and rubbed her thighs together feeling the juicy moisture sticking between her legs, oh yes this is what it's all about, it was nice.
She moaned, oh yes she was coming, her head hung back as her eyes closed her whole body going head long in to her first orgasm.
"Hello" she jerked and looked down. Steve smiled up at her, "Hello Mrs Jones having fun."
Pauline was speechless, as she stared at him, her foot quickly moved to the steps. An even quicker flick by Chris sent them crashing to the floor, he looked at the panic stricken face, "OPP'S."
Pauline tried to be as composed as possible, "I don't know what you're doing in my house, so please put those steps back and kindly leave."
The two men sat on chairs and pulled them in to the table, they both lent on the table their heads not 2 feet from a pair of long beautiful legs. Steve smiled at Chris, "Not a very nice way to treat a couple of blokes who have just brought a box back for you."
