Caught Snooping




You lift the garden gate's latch slowly, carefully, and push the heavy wooden
door open a centimeter at a time lest you cause its hinges to squeak. After
all, Miss. Cooper might be at home, and you wouldn't want her to catch you
sneaking around her garden.

Once inside, you close the gate with the same painstaking slowness. You
silently slide the latch downward toward its cradle and ease it into place.

With a satisfied smile, you start to turn, only to feel a slender, femine hand
clamp over your mouth and another hand reaching between your legs and grabbing
a hold of your testicles through your pants.

"I wouldn't scream if I were you, young man," I whisper into your ear. "I can
crush your nuts. Don't think I won't do it."

I lower you to the ground, face down. From my pockets, I pull the binding
materials I hurriedly collected when I looked out the window and saw you
breaking in.

I place a knee in the small of your back to keep you pinned to the ground
while I work. I roll a large bandanna into a ball and, pinching your nostrils
so you open your mouth, I stuff it inside and pack it in until your cheeks
bulge.

A piece of duct tape seals your lips closed, and a second bandanna renders you
blind. You hear the sound of more duct tape being pulled off a roll, then
wince as I wrap it tightly around and around your mouth and eyes.

"Hands behind your back," I order. "Make them into fists."

More turns of duct tape turn your hands into useless little stumps. I clamp
your wrists together and secure them there with several more turns of tape.

Moving down, I tape your ankles and knees securely together and roll you onto
your back.

"Now, my little boytoy, what should I do with you?" I ask tauntingly. "What's
the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Using a scissor I began to snap away your clothing untill you are completely
naked.

Lovingly I move my hands over your naked body after which I teasingly tweak
your nipples.

I drag you to your feet, frogwalk you into the house's cellar and sit you
against a steel support post. Using a fresh roll of duct tape, I wrap your
torso tightly to the pole. I fold your legs so your knees are up under your
chin and tape them in place with many turns of tape around your shins, body
and pole.

"All finished," I announce. "Feel free to snoop about all you want. I'll be
back in a few hours. Try not to cramp up too badly."

End