We had a laugh messaging about the scenario for when he got to my place. Home invasion. And when he
We had a laugh messaging about the scenario for when he got to my place. Home invasion. And when he arrived, dead on time, he looked the part. Shiny bomber jacket and a sort of woolly hat. Army boots. Torturer’s gloves. Looked a right yob and when he pulled down the woolly hat, quite an intimidating balaclava. Toy gun chunky but maybe not so convincing. I grinned and put up my hands. “Turn around, kid, and get inside.” I walked into my sitting room, pretty excited, hoping he’d brought lots if rope.He got something out of his jacket. I half turned. A bottle and a rag. Bit of a surprise.“What’s that mate?”“Don’t worry. Just pretend. Smells a bit funny. Sweet. Here we go.”The rag clamped to my face. I had to breathe. I had to fight and get air. And the sweet smell was taking my strength while he used his upper body to curve my torso back and down. And he was laughing. “Sorry kid. Just take it in. Have you roped…” That the last words I remember.He’s looking down at me. Stripped and trussed on my own bed. He moves onto the bed. “Breathing OK” he says to himself. “Time to get you gagged tight.” -- source link
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