Copyright Oggbashan May 2001/June 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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THE SILVERBRIDGE CHRONICLES
Episode 1
LISA TRAINS THOMAS
I struggled in my bonds. I berated myself for falling into one of Lisa's traps again. I'd walked into it blindly and now I couldn't see a thing. I was entangled in her clothing, muffled, helpless and totally controlled by her.
What frustrated me even more was that I hadn't been overpowered. I hadn't struggled. I hadn't tried to defend myself. I'd been talked into a situation where Lisa had been able to immobilise me with just a couple of swift movements. One second I had looked ridiculous but free and by the next I was even more ridiculous but bound.
Despite myself I felt a warm glow spreading through my body. I actually enjoyed being dominated by Lisa. Lisa seemed to have me surrounded. I floated langourously in my surrender to Lisa's control.
How would I look to someone else? There was barely anything of me to see. From the waist upwards I was wrapped in an inverted long skirt gathered and tightly tied above my head. The black nylon lining shimmered in the light. From the waist down my legs were hidden in a spreading foam of white flounced petticoats that hid the skin-tight slip clamping my legs together. Peeping out were the toes of the towering high heeled shoes strapped to my feet. The swathed figure was moving constantly in small jerks that shivered the petticoats. I was scarcely able to stay upright with my feet so hobbled by the slip's hem.
"What are my options?" I thought then laughed inwardly. "I can try to stay standing or I can fall over. Lisa hasn't left me any others. I could shout for help but even if my voice gets out through the skirt no one but Lisa would hear me and she trussed me like this" I opened my mouth to try to shout and panicked. As I breathed in the skirt ballooned in my mouth. It cut off all the air. I shook my head frantically to dislodge the damp cloth. Useless! My struggles made me gasp for more air and the skirt filled my mouth. I had just a few seconds left before my last air would run out.
I felt a hand ease the skirt out of my mouth. I could breathe. I panted for breath but the air left inside the skirt was already stale. I was barely aware of Lisa freeing my head from its wrapping and binding the skirt again but around my neck.
"Sorry, Thomas" Lisa said to me "I hadn't meant to leave you so long but the phone rang just as I was getting ready for you."
I wanted to protest that she'd nearly killed me but I hadn't the breath. I lost the will to protest as her lips covered mine. Her hair fell about my face like shiny brown curtains and I drifted away in a rosy haze. Wrapped as I was I was totally hers.
I came to with a start. I was toppling over! Lisa caught me up in her arms and carried me to the bed. She laid me down on it. She settled my head between her breasts. I loved and worshipped her breasts. Even covered by the silk of her night-dress they were irresistible. My head was cradled between warm scented mounds that added to my rising excitement about which I could do nothing. Until Lisa was ready to release me I had to wait. While enjoying the sensation of helplessness I had to divert my attention or I would reach a climax long before it was permitted. To control myself I thought back to how Lisa first claimed me for her own.
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Much of that evening was vague but I'd been able to reconstruct most of it from what Lisa had told me and from hints from my friends.
Lisa had held a party to celebrate her selection as the goalkeeper of the Ladies soccer team "The Silver Vixens". This had also made her a permanent member of the first team.
I had been invited along with her many friends from the Silverbridge Football Club, both men and women.
Lisa had been without a boyfriend since Alan, her last, had enlisted in the army and gone on an overseas posting - unkind people had said "It must be less dangerous than going around with Lisa". She had a reputation of being a tigress when aroused. As a well built and very fit footballer she was thought to be too much to handle by most of her male acquaintances. I thought so too!
Lisa was definitely looking for a new partner and she had decided that I would be an interesting challenge. I was currently unattached and would be at the party. We had been friends since we were both at school and they had gone around in the same group. We had occasionally gone together to formal club events since Alan's final departure, but we had not had a real "date".
She had not planned anything special to interest me but she had thought that her party would give her an opportunity to get closer to me. She would see what happened! She didn't believe in waiting for the man to make the first move. She was going to "get" me that night.
Of course I was totally unaware of Lisa's plotting. I was her unsuspecting victim then as I have been many times since.
I arrived after the party had been going several hours. Sandra and Alison who had been with me earlier in the club house bar had recently arrived. Alison had told Lisa that I, Thomas, would coming but that I was likely to be very drunk from all the drinks bought for me. I was!
I was also tired because it had been a tough season and that day's match had been a hard one. I had scored the winning goal and had played at my best throughout. I hoped to become Captain of the team perhaps the season after next when the current Captain retired. I knew that most of the senior members of the football club would be watching this last game so as well as playing to my normal good form I had made an extra effort. It had paid off, but I was now extremely tired and disorientated from all the free drinks. As the season was over I had thought that I could relax and have a few drinks before starting training again.
That was a big mistake. It left me vulnerable to Lisa's attack. As I came into the party Lisa came over to meet me and kissed me on the cheek. I hoped that I wouldn't have to make much polite conversation. The room was hot and beginning to spin around me. All I really wanted to do was lie down.
"Hello, Thomas" Lisa said to me "You look shattered. Are you OK?"
I felt relieved. If Lisa had noticed that much perhaps she could help me to a quiet corner until some of the drinks wore off.
"Not really" I replied "I've drunk too much. I think I've had a skinful."
"I wouldn't say that" she answered "But you look as if you could do with some black coffee. Shall we go through to the kitchen while I make you some?"
"Yes please" I said vaguely thinking that this was not the way Lisa normally behaved. The heat of the room was making me feel very drunk after the open air.
At least I think that was our conversation. I really don't remember that much.
Lisa put an arm around me and guided me through the party and up the stairs to the kitchenette. She told me that the kitchen was full of people making drinks. I didn't attach any importance to using the kitchenette above Lisa's workroom rather than the kitchen on the same floor. I was just grateful that I had got up the stairs with Lisa's help. I was aware of Lisa's breast against my arm and dimly remembered that her breasts were the largest in the ladies team and I'd like to see more of them. I relaxed and let Lisa direct me.
I sat down heavily on one of the two stools in the small room. I thought I wouldn't fall off - just yet. Lisa put the kettle on and then said "Oops! The coffee's downstairs. I'll just nip down and get some." I hoped that she wouldn't be long. The room was spinning and I seemed to be swaying on the stool. Closing my eyes made the sensation worse.
