My fascination with bondage was discovered after getting caught by Mr. Weiss. Being a private detective comes with a lot of perks. I enjoyed getting paid to extract information on individuals, however, when I would get found or caught, I didn’t get scared or anxious. Instead, I realized why I enjoyed this job.
The bondage.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. How could you like being caught and tied up? Allow me to tell you an encounter I had.
As a 23-year-old, I spend a lot of my time at home snooping on individuals. I don’t date much and certainly don’t get out as often as many women my age normally would. One of the calls I received was interested about an individual who they believe is embezzling. They noticed a lot of their funds was stolen from the bank and suspected Mr. Weiss. I asked for all the information they had on him and began my investigation. Several hours into my investigation, I found everything I needed. There’s just one problem.
They also wanted his laptop that contained all of the funds and a harddrive proving his embezzlement. So, of course, I accepted the challenge. I slipped into the tightest blue jeans I own. I love the way the jeans feel on my body and how my buttocks felt. In fact, wearing tight jeans like this never failed to make me horny. But, I tried to focus on the important mission at hand. Retrieving the laptop and the hard drive. I snuck out of the house so my parents didn’t know about where I was going (which, I shouldn’t told them but you will know why I say this). I did, however, tell my best friend, Julia.
“Can you even trust these people?” She said, obviously concerned about my safety.
“They seem legit. Plus, the pay’s gonna be splendid.” I said to her in a reassuring way.
“Well, what about your parents?” Julia said.
“What about them?” I said.
“Shouldn’t they know what you’re doing so theyre not concerned?” Julia said, concern and worry growing in her voice.
“I promise you have nothing to worry about.” I told her, again reassuring her that everything will be alright and would call her afterwards to tell her how it went.
I arrive outside the client’s house. My heart was beating fast, excitement corsing through my veins and palms sweaty. I saw Mr. Weiss walking out in the driveway. It appears he’s fixing to leave home for work. Casual me, I acted as though I was a resident in the neighborhood and walked down his street. Mr. Weiss climbed out of the vehicle and saw me. I walked up to him with a plan…
“Hi. I’m sorry to bother you. I am new in the neighborhood and was hoping you could help me.” I said, in a friendly tone.
He stared at me for a second, almost hesitant, but relaxed.
“What do you need help with?” Mr. Weiss said, straightening his posture.
“Well, I am searching for an old friend and is hoping you can help me search for the number:” I continued the old I am lost act just to find out where he’s going. Minutes later, he starts to flirt with me.
“So, you’re new in the neighborhood?” He said, trying to hide his wedding ring.
“Yeah,” I said. “Just settling in and heard an old friend of mine lives in the area so I wanted to surprise her.”
He stares at me, nusaybin escort the glance in his eyes gave me the impression that he was trying to imagine how I looked naked. Does that sort bother me? It depends. If it’s a younger man in their 20’s and 30’s then its hot. Mr. Weiss looked to be in his late 50’s with a pot belly. I could see he wanted to see how my ass looked in my tight jeans so once we finished our conversation I backed up and disappeared as he pulls out.
When his car leaves the neighborhood, I race across the street and sneak inside his house. I start searching up and down for his laptop. I check downstairs. Then, upstairs. No sign of the laptop. I happen to find his study and see his laptop. I walk over to his desk and pick the laptop up. I cannot find the hard drive. I search the desk thoroughly and cannot find it. Ten minutes goes by and still nothing. I open a secret door and find the hard drive. I start celebrating in my head and grab the laptop and hard drive. As soon as I begin to bolt out of there, Mr. Weiss stands there and sprays something in my face. I start to lose consciousness and begin to feel dizzy. I collapse onto the floor and slip into unconsciousness.
A few hours have passed and I slowly come to. I began to stir a bit and trying to make sense of my surroundings. I acknowledges I’m in a moving car. The backseat. I am laying down in the backseat with my hands and feet tied. Mr. Weiss is driving the car. While I try makes sense of my predicament, I am not gonna lie when I say I did enjoy the way the jeans felt while tied up. I didn’t like the fact this is something I am getting aroused by this predicament, but shifted in the backseat as my hands were tied and resting up against my tight butt. As I was feeling sexually aroused, I can hear my phone ding. Mr. Weiss grabbed my phone and did speech to text.
“Sorry. Can’t talk now. Hands are tied at the moment.” Mr. Weiss said on the phone. He places her phone back in the middle console and resumed driving.
I tried to loosen the rope but couldn’t help but loved the way my buttocks felt. I never felt so horny in a situation like this. If only I knew where my fate was going tonight, I would pleasure myself until I fell asleep.
Mr. Weiss pulls over and pulls out his phone. As he places the phone next to his ear, he glances over his shoulder to look at me. I pretend to be knocked out.
“Quinn? You gotta come meet me.” Mr. Weiss said.
“What do you want now?” Quinn said on the other end of the line.
“I got a special proposition for you and I need you to get your ass down here right now.” Mr. Weiss said.
“Weiss, I can’t right now. I’m swamped with work. I can’t leave my desk, so whatever it is you have to…” Quinn said before Mr. Weiss cuts him off.
“Hey, listen to me, you son of a bitch? I got something really special I don’t think you want to pass up on, so fuck the paperwork and get down here.” Mr. Weiss said.
“Just tell me whatever it is.” Quinn said.
“If you really want to know, you’ll meet me at the dock in 30 minutes. I am telling you, you won’t be disappointed.” Mr. Weiss said.
“Fuck! Okay, this better be good!” Quinn said.
“You’ll odunpazarı escort thank me later.” Mr. Weiss said.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m on my way now.” Quinn said.
Mr. Weiss hangs up the phone. What on earth does this Weiss fellow have planned? I start to move and can feel the rope tied to my feet is tied under the seat.
Her phone dinged again. Mr. Weiss picks it up.
“You are quite popular online,” Mr. Weiss said. “A Julia is trying to call you. What do you want me to say to her to get off your back?” Mr. Weiss said while casually looking back at her.
“Just tell her I have some errands to run and I’ll return your call.” I said, shifting in a sensual way.
Mr. Weiss repeats her message via speech to text and sends the text.
“Now, what do I do if she tries again?” Mr. Weiss said.
“She’ll understand.” I said.
“Good!” Mr. Weiss said as he places her phone in the middle console.
“What are you gonna do with me?” I asked, curious to know what this Weiss fellow has in mind.
“Well, I would be plump scared if I were you. But, don’t worry. We’re gonna take extra care of you.” Mr. Weiss said.
“So, in other words, what does that mean?” I asked.
“See,” Mr. Weiss said, shifting in the seat. “With you being a private detective in all, this can get me in good graces with the rest of the police department and get me my job back instead of working below that bastard in the back.”
I became confused and glanced over the backseat and saw a well dressed man knocked out.
“Oh, you won’t be alone. You’ll have company.” Mr. Weiss said.
“What is this? Framing me for something?” I said, growing concerned by the second.
Suddenly, another ding on her phone. He picks it up and sees its Julia.
“Julia’s trying to call.” Mr. Weiss said.
“Don’t reply.” I said.
Mr. Weiss gets out of the car and starts speaking via speech to text.
“I’m not going to be answering your calls or texts for a while, so you better stop trying.” Mr. Weiss said. “Well, that should do it.” Mr. Weiss added before placing her phone in the middle console.
“I don’t talk like that and she will know.” I said.
Mr. Weiss sees headlights appear and devilishly smiles.
“Here comes the surprise.” Mr. Weiss said, getting out of the vehcile to meet with Quinn. Meanwhile, I should be trying to escape, but instead, I can’t help but love the way I feel in this predicament. The way my hands feel against my butt, the way my legs feel in my jeans, how horny I become every second. I could see Mr. Weiss and Quinn walk up to the car. Mr. Weiss opens the backseat door and both men stare at me. They notice my crotch area is soaked.
“Oh, no! Did she piss my car?” Mr. Weiss said.
Quinn stared directly into my eyes, almost taken aback by my beauty. He knew it wasnt urnie.
“That’s not urnie.” Quinn said. He kept looking at me with an unusual look, trying to figure who this Quinn is.
“Fuck! That’s cum? You’re telling me that’s cum?” Mr. Weiss said.
“No. Well.. yeah.” Quinn said.
“Fuck!” Mr. Weiss said.
“So, why are we out here?” Quinn said.
“Well, I have created a masterplan that of escort will get this horny bitch off my back.” Mr. Weiss said.
“Like what?” Quinn said.
“Well, we get her fingerprints all over the gun that took care of our buddy. Then, we take her back to his house, frame it to where she kills him and you catch her then arrest her. You can also tell them thar she’s suicidal and before we know it, she’s locked up in Demented Hills.” Mr. Weiss said.
I didn’t like this plan one bit. Although, I love the bondage part. What I didn’t love was having my freedom stripped away from me by these two. However, I won’t lie when I say this made me hornier and wettier hearing them plan my fate.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” Quinn said. “That seems too far fetched.”
“You got any better ideas?” Mr. Weiss said.
“Hey, I’m not the one who wants her framed.” Quinn innocently says.
“Look, she was at my house today. She tried to flirt with me despite knowing I am happily married and have children. She tried to steal my property. She’s gotta go.” Mr. Weiss said.
Quinn kept looking at me, his expression said told me this didn’t feel right.
“You realize I’m gonna get my ass yelled at over this?” Quinn said.
“You gonna do this for me or not?” Mr. Weiss said.
Quinn thinks about this for a moment then shakes his head.
“Perfect! Let’s get her out.” Mr. Weiss said as he frees my feet and Quinn grabs me and places me over his shoulder. His hand resting firmly on my tight ass. For some reason, this makes me smile and wetter.
“I’ll take care of it.” Quinn said.
Mr. Weiss left as Quinn placed me in the back of the van.
“You don’t have to do this.” I said to Quinn, convincing him there’s no need to do this.
“How did you get yourself in this mess?” Quinn said as he contemplated.
“I was hired to find dirt on him.” I told him honestly.
“For a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be in this mess.” Quinn said.
“What are you gonna do?” I said.
He unties my hands.
“I’ll drive you back home.” Quinn said.
“What about him? What about my fingerprints?” I said.
Quinn takes the gun and wipes my fingerprints off the gun.
“What fingerprints?” Quinn said.
It was at this moment when we both immediately began making out. I couldn’t get my clothes off faster. Quinn ripped his off and began groping my breasts. I ripped my jeans off and allowed his massive dick to penetrate inside me. I moaned incredibly loud just from how giant his dick felt inside me. It felt so good but was painful at the same time, but the pain was short lasted and euphoria entered. He thrusts harder and harder as I latched my fingernails deeply into his tanned back. I’ve never experienced sex like this in my life and I didn’t want it to end.
“It’s coming! I can feel it!” I shouted, the pleasure becoming so unbearable.
“Hold it in.” Quinn said as his thrusting got harder and harder and slower.
“I see what you’re doing and you wrong–” I said before my moaning interrupted what I was saying. Quinn slowing down just for us to enjoy the sex longer was wrong because once its over, I want more.
I could feel it, reaching the climax. Quinn collapsed on top of me from our wild, animalistic love making. I was drenched in sweat and overwhelmed. We both locked eyes.
We started putting our clothes back on.
“What are we gonna do about Weiss?” I said.
“You let me worry about him. I got you.” Quinn said.
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