NOTE: This is a work of fiction and the author in no way condones or promotes any activity that is not entirely consensual!
It had been so easy and now, as her shoulders rested against my leather-skirted lap, I worked on her head and thought back on just how things had gone so well.
I had watched and studied her for nearly three weeks. Every morning like clockwork she was at the bus stop at five minutes to six for the top of the hour bus. She wore one of those long quilted coats of some shiny material that almost reached her ankles and a woolen toque. The boots had platform soles and high heels but were quite sensible for the season. The coat had a hood and I wondered why she didn't pull it up against the frigid wind. She carried one of those small shoulder knap sack like purses.
Finally my patience paid off when one morning she was a few minutes late for the bus and had to wait 30 minutes for the next one. I gave her enough time to get chilled and then pulled my car alongside the bus stop.
Lowering the passenger window I called to her that it was so cold and since I was going towards town could I give her a ride. She looked through the window and saw nothing threatening; a thirty something lady in a leather car coat with a smile on her face. It took only a moment of thought and then she climbed in as I powered the window back up.
I waited and she looked at me with a question on her lips. "Seat belt please, I don't move this car unless everyone is buckled in." She nodded and reached across her right shoulder for the harness, pulled it over and snapped it in the socket beside her left hip.
I suggested that the shoulder purse go on the back seat and, as she leaned around, took it from her, put in on the seat and made as if something had dropped.
She put her left arm around to help me and as she did I clipped the handcuff attached to the seat leg around her wrist. Before she had time to react I took hold of her right arm and pushed it towards her lap. At 5' 9" I was nearly 6" taller than her and probably outweighed her by 30 lbs although it was hard to tell with the winter clothes, but I had the advantage.
Attached to the seat belt, where it crossed her thighs, was a Velcro second strap that was quickly peeled back and wrapped around her wrist. That took care of her arms and I reached down grabbed the end of an elastic belt at the right hand front seat leg and pulled it across over her ankles to snap on a hook at the left seat leg. That took care of her legs.
It had only taken 10 seconds but now the mouth was opening to start making noise. The golf ball slid between her teeth with a click and a quick push and the strip of duct tape that was at the ready hanging from the dashboard sealed it in place. I pulled the zip of her coat up the rest of the way and then reached on either side of her head for the hood.
I found why she didn't use it, it was very tight and snug but I worked it over her head and the toque then tied the drawstring firmly under her chin. Besides the hood there was also a facial storm flap. Positioned across her face and with the two snap fasteners in place; it covered the gag.
Just to finish things I pulled the folded edge of the toque down over her eyes now she was fettered, dumb and blind. I picked a long woolen scarf off the back seat and wrapped it a couple of times around her face and the headrest of the seat before tying it under her chin. The shoulder harness of the seat belt gave little room for her struggles to be noticeable; besides, my windows were tinted and there was nobody else around as I pulled away from the bus top.
Now, Miss Jane, let's get you home!
Once inside the double garage, after driving around for nearly an hour just to confuse her, the door closed behind the car and I got out to make my guest at home.
First I removed the scarf around the headrest then another velcro'd wrist strap with a D ring came out of my pocket. I took a firm hold of her right arm as I released the lap belt strap and wound the other over the leather glove covering her wrist
A strong piece of cord through the D ring and I wrenched her arm behind her back, then fed the cord around her left arm up near the shoulder and pulled hard before knotting it again through the ring.
I leaned on the back of her neck and reached down to unlock the handcuff holding her left wrist then jerked it up while I pulled another strap from my pocket and used more cord to fasten it by her right shoulder. The length left over wrapped several times around her crossed wrists and she lost the use of her arms.
Unhooking the strap across her legs she had no choice but to follow my pull on the arm cords and leave the car. Still wrapped in her coat and blinded by the toque my new guest got pushed through to the playroom and settled at the end of my couch. A couple of turns of cord around her ankles then back to the front leg of the furniture and she was not going anywhere while I went to change.
So now here we were. I had put on one of my favorite long leather skirts, changed the boots to 6" stiletto heeled "Mistress" ones and moved a table loaded with everything needed over to the chesterfield.
Her still bound arms were useless as I sat down beside her and pulled her over so the hooded head rested on my lap and then gently lifted the woolen toque up to her forehead. The front of it was soaking wet with tears from the pair of big brown eyes looking up at me.