TEASE

"I wonder..." I smiled to myself, looking at the clothes on the bed.

There was only one way to find out. I stripped and stood naked beside the bed, and quickly pulled on the clothes I had laid out. First was the fishnet bodystocking, which felt very snug against my skin. Next was the black rubber g-string, also tight. Then came the black latex opera gloves. I fastened a leather collar around my neck before donning a pair of black leather FMB's. And then I spent the next few minutes strutting up and down in front of the full-length mirror, hearing my heels clacking on the hard bedroom floor.

I needed a second opinion. I opened the curtains a smidgen and saw that our hunky neighbour was in his front garden, trimming the hedge. I spent a moment admiring his musculature before I tapped on the window. He looked up, shading his eyes from the direct sunlight, and smiled. I wasn't sure if he could see me or not, and I was suddenly feeling a little bit on the naked side. I closed the curtains with a smile, congratulating myself on my bravery, but still unsure about whether my outfit worked or not.

Still undecided, I wandered downstairs.

"What do you think?" I asked Pauline, striking a pose to best show off my assets.

She choked on the sandwich she was eating.

"You're looking very dominant today," she said, once she had recovered.

"Thanks," I grinned.

"You're not going down the pub like that, are you?"

"No," I replied, standing next to where she was sitting, running a latex-covered hand through her lovely blonde hair, "I was thinking of having a quiet night in."

"A quiet night in? You should've warned me... I'd have dressed for the part."

"Then go put something suitable on. I'm not going anywhere."

She raised an eyebrow and I grinned in reply. She scampered off upstairs and I took the opportunity to finish her sandwich for her, careful not to spoil my outfit or makeup. After a few minutes, I ascended as quietly as I could and peeked around the bedroom door - she was looking in the mirror, adjusting her one item of clothing... a black leather body harness which consisted of a collar from which one vertical strap hung at the back and three at the front. There were five horizontal straps at the front, which went across just above her breasts, straight over her nipples, just under her breasts, just above her navel and just above her pubic region. The harness was very tight, and I admired the way her breasts were bulging inside its confines. I collected a black blindfold from the dresser and placed it over her eyes.

"Hey!" she yelped - she had been too busy staring at her reflection to even notice my approach.

"That's enough preening," I said softly, "come here."

I pulled on her shoulders, laying her back on the bed, and climbed on top of her. I let my fingers trace around the lines of her leather body harness, paying particular attention to her very malleable breasts. Her moans spurred me on to more passion, and I tenderly kissed her on the lips, brushing her hair to one side before I let her taste my tongue. Her tongue pushed into my mouth, and I sucked on it gently before she gripped my fishnet sides and rolled me onto my back, with her on top, still blindfolded. We continued our kiss as her hands roamed my body... her fingers found my hardening nipples, and she squeezed them through my bodystocking while I groaned with pleasure. My vision was filled with her gorgeous breasts, straining against the tight leather, and my hands followed the main vertical strap down between her legs...

"That feels so good..." she mumbled, grinding the leather harness against my latex fingers.

"Stay right there," I whispered, sliding between her legs and off the bed, "don't move a muscle."

I'd had an idea. Looking back at her on the bed, in a very inviting doggy position, I wanted to tie her up. The first step was the gag - I pulled a ring-gag between her perfect rosebud lips, forcing her mouth to stay wide open... and oh so snoggable. Next was a spreader bar - I tied it between her ankles, making sure she kept her legs far apart. A second, slightly shorter, spreader bar went between her knees, just to make sure. I stroked her sexy buttocks then, my gloved fingers pressing against the leather strap between them briefly before I continued my work. A pair of handcuffs threaded behind the vertical leather strap behind her back took care of her wrists, making sure that she stayed helpless just the way I wanted her. The last step was a few short ropes, tied between the straps at the front of her harness and the spreader bars, to stop her sitting up straight and to make sure that she stayed bent over with her bum in the air.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She pulled at the handcuffs binding her wrists, sliding them up and down her back, but was unable to pull free - she was stuck, she was helpless, she was mine. Her struggles pulled on her leather harness, pulling it tighter against her nether regions and nipples... I intercepted a bead of drool dangling from her wide open mouth with a latex finger and tasted it, smiling to myself. I think she liked her bondage.

I opened the curtains again, and saw that our neighbour was still doing his garden. Perhaps he would offer a better opinion on the bondage than he did on my outfit.

"Don't go anywhere," I said to Pauline as I wandered out of the room and headed downstairs, smiling as I heard her struggles and mmmmphs getting fainter.

I opened the front door and tapped loudly on it - our neighbour looked up from his gardening and, by the huge grin that crept across his face, I could tell that he'd seen me this time.

"What do you think?" I asked, striking a sexy pose, making sure I kept my nipples covered with one latex hand.

"I like," he grinned, licking his lips, "Was that you I saw in the window earlier?"

"Yeah," I blushed, suddenly feeling a little bit exposed.

"That suits you," he said, stepping closer, "but doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"I like to think it suggests more than it reveals..."

"I'd love to see more..."

He was standing right in front of me now, and I smiled as I moved my hand away from my breasts. His smile was very appreciative.

"Would you like to see any more?" I asked.

"Sure thing," he grinned, stepping forward, removing his gardening gloves and placing his hands on my fishnet hips, "but wouldn't your housemate complain?"

"Actually," I winked, smoothing his hands from my hips, "she's got something she'd like to show you too... as long as you're as quiet as a mouse. Follow me."

I turned and walked back into the house with him following - I led him by the hand slowly up the stairs, and he really was as quiet as a mouse, staring silently at my back and buttocks as we climbed. I put a latex finger to my lips to reinforce the point before I led him into the bedroom, where we were greeted by the blindfolded, bound, gagged Pauline... She renewed her struggle when she heard my heels on the floor and I gently stroked one of her buttocks in reply. I reached underneath her chest and cupped one of her breasts, feeling through the leather harness how hard her nipples were. I moved around in front of her and moved her hair to one side while I kissed her ring-gag... but my eyes were on our neighbour, and how excited he looked at witnessing the whole situation.

I stretched my latex fingers, running my hands underneath her, feeling her bulging breasts as I stood in front of her, smiling. She didn't have a clue that our neighbour was in the room with us. I maintained eye contact with him while I stroked her, and he took a tentative step forward. I gently took his hand and guided it to Pauline. First, I made him stroke the inside of her ring gag, collecting a little of the drool there before I licked the drool off his fingers, smiling into his eyes.

I then guided his hand to the leather strap running down her back, and let him stroke down the leather, avoiding her searching fingers. I held her hands out of the way while he gripped the leather strap just above her buttocks and pulled... Pauline writhed in her bondage, moaning loudly as the leather pulled tight against her sex. Next, I took his hand on a tour of the leather straps at the front of her outfit, focussing on the one that was squeezing her breasts, and he smiled as he felt the hardness of her nipples through the leather. While he played with those straps, careful not to touch her sensitive skin and possibly give our game away, I kissed her lips again... I smiled as he moved his hand down lower to the leather between her legs, and wondered if she was wondering how I could reach that far...

I broke off the kiss and moved to his side. I took his hand and placed it directly on her bare buttock... she stopped her struggling for a moment, possibly sensing something, and I suppressed a giggle. He gently stroked her buttock with one hand, while I reached underneath her with one hand and fondled a pendulous breast. I took his hand and moved it under her so he could play with the other breast, and Pauline began to renew her writhing and squirming as she got more excited... perhaps she was puzzled by the game we were playing, but she was building up to an orgasm and possibly past the point of caring...

But I wasn't going to let her get off quite that easily. It was my turn. I took our neighbour's hand away from her and slowly led him out of the room, one finger to my lips to remind him. He spotted something on the bedside table and picked it up, showing it to me with a grin - a ballgag. I smiled, taking it from him, and I pulled it into my mouth as I led the way downstairs, fastening it behind my head. At least I wouldn't be making a sound now.

We got to the living room and I felt his hand on my gloved wrist. I turned to look at him, a question in my eyes, and he fastened a handcuff tightly around my wrist. Where had he picked that up? Before I could react, he had my hands stretched above my head, handcuffed to the light fitting... and I was instantly helpless before him. He smiled, approaching me silently, and it was his turn to brush my hair away from my face before he kissed me on my gagged lips. I moaned softly into the gag as his hand slid down my fishnet body, finding my hips then my buttocks before he pulled me close to him, pressing his body to mine, and I could feel his arousal through his jeans. He moved around behind me and grabbed my g-string, pulling it to one side, revealing the open crotch of my fishnet bodystocking. I closed my eyes, not caring about my nakedness since I was feeling so horny...

His fingers found the moistness between my legs and I groaned... he gently rubbed my clit and, all of a sudden, I felt his cock sliding into me from behind... his hands moved up to grip my breasts as he began to pump into me, slowly at first, building up the rhythm, building up the pace, his hardness growing noticeably as his grip on my breasts got harder, squeezing my fishnetted nipples between his fingers as he thrust harder and harder inside me, deeper and deeper, longer and longer, faster and faster... ever building, ever penetrating... he gripped my nipples hard as he thrust long and hard, deep inside me, and it was all too much for me and I came, moaning into the ballgag, shuddering as I climaxed, going limp in his arms...

He pulled out, unspent... and reached up, unfastening one of the handcuffs before pulling my hands behind my back and refastening them again. I readjusted my g-string as best I could, looking at him questioningly. He smiled and grabbed my arm, leading me to the front door - he took the key from the door, opened it, put the key to the door and my handcuffs on a ledge above the door, pushed me outside and then closed the door again. I heard the click as it locked, and suddenly felt rather exposed... standing on my front doorstep, handcuffed, dressed in the sexiest of fetish gear...

Looking around, I breathed a sigh of relief into the gag when I saw that no-one was about. But I knew I had to get free... who knew what he was doing with Pauline inside while I was stuck outside? I looked up at the ledge above the door - there was no way I would reach that with my hands cuffed behind my back.

No problem. I'd escaped from worse situations.

Getting down on the floor, I began to wriggle. I felt the tight chain of the handcuffs move over my buttocks as I managed to get my bound hands to the backs of my knees. It was then just a case of pulling one leg up and over the chain, then the other. I got to my feet again, my hands now bound in front of me. I reached up to the ledge above the door, found the keys and let myself back into my house. I quickly removed the handcuffs, the ballgag and my FMB's and walked silently upstairs... I nudged open the bedroom door and saw our neighbour... he had a handful of Pauline's hair in each fist and was in the process of thrusting his huge manhood into her helpless mouth... and she was busy pulling at her bonds, writhing, groaning, and I could tell that both of them were on the point of orgasm. Her breath caught as she came, her muscles tensing as she pulled at her bonds... and then he tensed, ramming his cock into her as he shot his load down her throat... she swallowed as best she could... but some still spilled down to the bed, to where she had been drooling ever since she was gagged.

Our neighbour withdrew and fastened his trousers with a smile. He looked at me and stepped towards me - he bent forward to whisper in my ear.

"I'll let myself out. We should do this again sometime."

And, with that, he left. I took a moment to clean Pauline up before I removed her gag. She worked her jaw a little as I removed her blindfold.

"How?" she asked, as I untied the ropes binding her, "What? Who?"

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked.

"How did you do all that? What just happened in here?"

"I think I'll leave you to work it out..."

"Was there a man in here just now?"

"There are some questions that you may never find answers to..."

"Laura! You tease!"

"I can't be expected to reveal every little secret..."

I decided that perhaps it was best to leave the handcuffs on her. Especially since she looked so sexy in that leather harness, I didn't want her removing it in a hurry. I gripped the leather at the front of her harness and led her downstairs. It was time to make dinner. And she was going to be dessert.

"Erm... Laura... what are those gardening gloves doing there?"