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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Chlymedia & her pops - part 2 (fiction)

Disclaimer: Just to be clear, this is a work of FICTION - strictly fantasy role-play between un-related, consenting adults.
That said, enjoy!

Chlamydia chewed her bottom lip as she studied the Mafia. There were somethings that even her friends didn't know and she felt a bizarre urge to confess them all to this power suit woman. For gods sake, the woman had her long black hair neatly gathered in a tight bun! You don't get any more uptight than that. Still, Chlamydia found the older woman to be rather attractive. But if her friends heard about her attraction to a woman, especially a school counselor, she'd never hear the end of it.

She swiveled in her chair again and told her story to the ceiling. "Pops keeps to his Den when he wants to be alone. It's his 'no kid' zone. He would also like to keep mom out of there, but since the house was ours before he moved in, he wouldn't dare tell her that. Anyhow, that's where the couch is. He had a really old school radio in there and he kept it on easy listening jazz while he napped. Usually, this meant that I could do whatever I wanted as long as I was home about 8 pm when he'd cook up something for us to eat.

"When Gothica, Ruby and the Arabian arrived, we conspired in my room. We'd already planned what we were going to do during the week so we were really just making sure we had all the supplies. Gothica brought Duct tape and a grocery bag of something she said was a surprise that we may or may not need, Ruby had several scarves and ribbons and a pair of her dad the cop's handcuffs and the Arabian had managed to sneak out one of his mom's sample bags. She did home sex toy parties and she always had samples stashed around the house. Since I was providing the place, the victim and the plan, I didn't have to bring anything.

"The main idea was to get pops while he was still sleeping. As quietly as we could, we set everything up in the den. Since he was laying on his side facing the room with one arm hanging on the ground and the other across his chest, we were going to have to start by tying his hands in front of him.

"I didn't want him to know what was going on, so I positioned everyone. Ruby was by his head with one of her scarves ready to cover his eyes as soon as he started waking up. The Arabian stood at the end of the couch prepared to pounce on pop's legs if he tried to get a way. Gothica had another long scarf looped in a noose that she slipped around the wrist of the hand that was dragging on the ground. She carefully tied it off and pulled that hand up to wind the rest of the scarf around the other wrist. She had it completely tied off before pops even stirred. Ruby gently lifted his head for the scarf she was blindfolding him with. He inhaled deeply, causing us to freeze, then he snored. We snickered as Ruby tightened the blindfold."

"He didn't wake up at all?" Ms. Mafia looked doubtful.

"Nah. My pops usually slept pretty soundly. In fact, the Arabian and I were able to get him up and sit him in a chair before he started waking up. We even got his feet tied to the front legs of the chair before he really woke up. By then, it was too late. There was no way he was going to escape what we had planned for him."

"What was that?"

"Don't you want to hear the whole story?"

The Mafia sighed. "Yes... proceed."

"For about the first half hour, we would poke at him and giggle while he asked over and over again, 'what the hell is going on?' and, 'who are you people?'

Once he stopped asking, Ruby unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hand in his chest hair. She'd grab handfuls and pull saying, 'my, what thick hair you have.'

Oh! That's one of the things we decided. I wasn't allowed to talk. I mean, I could talk to them, but not loud enough for him to hear 'cause he might recognize my voice."

"You were afraid of getting in trouble?"

"Well yeah. We'd have to let him go eventually. And while I'm pretty sure I could control him, my mom's a whole different story."

(to be continued...)

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