The Plumber's Revenge, by Jessica Verdi Erotic fiction. Adults only, over 18/21 etc. To any plumbers out there: Don't do this, it's a crime. I do not condone the actions in this story. Synopsis A short story where a plumber gets revenge on a rude customer. Content includes bondage and sex. Non consensual but not cruel. The Plumber's Revenge, by Jessica Verdi "Please hurry up, I have to go out soon!", Rebecca shouted to him from the bedroom. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!", the plumber muttered to himself. "We all have homes to go to, you know. And I'm late for my computer class already thanks to this demanding bitch! Where the hell is this stupid stop-valve?". With his head buried deep in one of her kitchen cupboards he assumed and hoped she couldn't hear him. Rebecca Rossi, was a successful and ambitious 'regional sales executive' who had gradually acquired the rewards of her success. Her apartment in a smart block on the Lower East Side had certainly impressed the plumber who had arrived to fix the dripping faucet. She was still single, but when someone concentrates on a career like she has that can often happen. Now she was in her thirties she just didn't seem to meet the kind of men that met her expectations in life. Her social life had gone to ruin after her boyfriend dumped her last year. Nowadays an evening business meeting in a smart restaurant was what she considered to be 'socializing'. Tonight she was meeting and dining with a male client who had just flown into town. He was businessman, ambitious, talented, driven, good-looking just like she was. And he was single! Maybe she could make the deal and get her man. She dreamed about it. She was so nervous right now it felt like she had butterflies in her stomach, it almost felt like a date. She hadn't been with a man for nearly a year. This wasn't a date, it's just a business meeting, she kept trying to remind herself. She finished her shower and put on a gown. Had that plumber finished yet? He was still messing around in one of the cupboards as he had been for the last ten minutes. She snapped. "What the hell are you doing? Do you actually know what you are doing, or are you as incompentent as the last plumber." He was actually a damn good plumber, reliable and reasonably priced as well! (Author's note: Please remember this story is entirely fictional). He also knew something about female plumbing and concluded that she needed a good servicing from a professional. The last plumber she mentioned was actually the cause of his problem. The key to the valve had been stripped. He'd nearly fixed it and shut of the supply to the faucet. "I'm going out in fifteen minutes. Can you PLEASE make sure it's done by then." She was tense and the plumber was getting it! He was done in five minutes, cleaned himself and anything he had touched, and was waiting in the hallway for her to pay him. That woman needed to be taught some manners! What was to point of being such a bitch? While glancing around the impressive hallway he noticed some spare keys on a shelf, curious, he tried one in the apartment door. It worked! He knew it was a crazy thing to do but he slipped the key in his pocket. He'd done a number of stupid things since his girlfriend Alison had disappeared a few months ago but this was easily the craziest. She'd left him a note to say she wouldn't be coming back but it still didn't seem right. They loved each other. They were best friends. It just didn't add up. Now he was stuck trying to get through each working day dealing with bitches like Miss Rossi. When Ms Rossi came out of the bedroom, all dressed up to go out, his jaw dropped. She grinned at him as if to say 'This isn't for your benefit' .She looked beautiful in an elegant long black and silvery dress that made her figure look fabulous. It wasn't fair that the rudest person he had met in a while should be able to look so lovely! Her dark hair was pinned up, she smelt very nice too, it just wasn't right! She paid his reasonably-priced bill in cash, a derisory amount of money for someone on her salary. She reached for a long coat from the row of coat-hooks. He surprised her by holding the coat for her and helped put it on. His instinctive move was so well executed that she hadn't any alternative but to gracefully accept the gentlemanly gesture. She thanked him, slightly embarrassed but quite flattered even though he was only a plumber. When was the last time someone did that for me, she wondered. The plumber had done the job, not ripped her off, not delayed her, and even showed some manners. Quite a nice guy really, she thought. They left the apartment at the same time with merely a 'goodbye' and "Good night Miss Rossi." The Plumber resolved carry out his plan as it was to late for him to make his evening computer class by then. He went to a local drugstore to buy some personal 'items' and then returned to his vehicle to drop off his plumbing tools get out his change of clothing and collected some rope he had stored in the van. After a surprisingly good meal in a local Italian diner he returned to the apartment to await her return. It was a beautiful apartment, but too sterile and impersonal for his own tastes. For him, an apartment was a place that you filled with your favourite things, interesting mementoes, gifts that people gave you that you stuck on the wall proudly. A place where you friends always felt comfortable. Her apartment was not like that and he felt a little sorry for her. In her bedroom he found some interesting items. In the top drawer of her bedside cabinet: A vibrator, nothing unusual there. A paperback: Beauty by Anne Rice, a classic of its kind. He began to feel he knew Ms Rossi a little better now. In another drawer he found her elegant silk scarves which he knew would come in useful. He selected a couple of black ones to match her dress. He was ready. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to return. If she didn't return then it wasn't meant to be. He would slip away and she would never know he had been there. It was still only the middle of the evening so he took a snooze in a chair in the darkened living room. He'd removed the lightbulbs in preparation. She came home around ten in the evening, fed up and fuming about something, kicking her shoes off angrily, hanging up her coat. Her business associate/dining partner and hoped-for lover had proudly announced that he had got engaged to a woman who worked in a bookstore! Once Rebecca had been told his news the evening seemed to come to a perfunctory ending straight after the coffee. She drove her BMW back to her apartment as if in a daze, finally admitting to herself that she was lonely. Luckily for the plumber, her noisy entrance woke him from his snooze! He leapt to his pre-planned position behind the door, and moments later she walked in. He grabbed her as soon as she fumbled with the light-switch, wondering why it didn't work. A wrench was poked into her ribs to imitate a gun barrel and his hand covered her mouth. She had frozen in his grip. "Do as I say and I won't kill you.", he said with so much menace that he even scared himself! He had never done this before although he used to play games like this with Alison. It turned out to have been good practice. While Rebecca was paralysed with fear, he made her blindfold herself with a silk scarf. Next he handed her a tightly folded scarf. "Put that in your mouth." He had another scarf ready in which he had previously made a thick knot in the middle and he tied it tightly around her head so the knot was in her mouth. The gag seemed effective and she'd made a surprising good job of her blindfold. She didn't attempt to remove the gag and blindfold even though her hands were still free, she still thought he had a gun on her. He turned on the table lamps in the lounge and made her stand across the room from him. He told her to take her dress off. She hesitated breifly before obeying, reaching an arm behind her to grope for the zip. It dropped reluctantly to the floor around her feet in moments later. His jaw dropped again, even further than earlier in the evening. Under the dress she was dressed in a sexy red basque, stockings and suspenders set and had the body to do it justice. He'd never been with a woman wearing wonderful lingerie. "You are so beautiful. If you weren't such a uptight bitch I'll bet that some lucky guy would be seducing you in his hotel room by now." He could tell he just made her cry behind her blindfold, and felt sorry for her. Tears or not, he would stick to the plan. He made her place her hands behind her head and tied the wrists together so that her fingers were touching the top of her back. That's a great tie for what he had planned next. "OK Ms Rossi, now I'm gonna bend you over my lap and spank your ass, while you think about what an uptight bitch you've been." He smiled when she appeared to nod her head in contrition. He knelt down in front of her and tenderly pulled down the delicate red panties.A trimmed patch of pubic hair and nice labia presented themselves. Having her lovely body in the red basque and stockings positioned on his lap had a predictable effect in his loins. She took the spanking with an admirable stoicism. The stimulation of having her bouncing around on him persuaded him that was probably enough, at least for him! Once he felt her ass was suitably reddened, he stopped, relieved to get the squirming body off him before it was too late. He made her lay face down on the rug. Time for more rope. Next he tied her legs in what is called a frog-tie. That is where each ankle is tied to its own thigh. Feeling her legs within the red fishnet stockings had made that a pleasant task, and he discovered Rebecca was very sensitive on the insides of her thighs. So far the rope bindings were not so uncomfortable but this was about to change. He tied ropes from each ankle-thigh bond then led them up and through her bound hands behind her head so he could pull back to put some tension on the ropes. He pulled strongly on the ropes causing her body and shoulders to bend back like an archers bow, and satisfied, he tied off the ends well out of her fingers' reach. She was groaning behind her gag, she found it tight, but it was supposed to be. She worked out in the gym and he knew she looked flexible enough to cope. It's a good workout for the triceps Alison used to tell him. That was her binding completed. Her struggling didn't amount to much, and she was calmer than he expected; breathing fast but not panicking. It was time to rub on something to soothe her burning buttocks. His hands moved slowly and firmly across her buttocks knowing that Rebecca had no reason to fight against his touch. He'd done a good job, and could feel her breathing had slowed. He wiped his hands thoroughly clean of the lotion. The back of her basque looked beautiful, the red contrasting with a black ribbon that laced almost as tightly as a corset. Better loosen those laces if he wants to get at her breasts later! Then he reached between her legs. She yelped when she felt his hand. She was very moist as he had hoped. It was time for a little role-play game.... "Hey Ms Rossi! It's a bit damp down here. I think you're leaking!", he said. "ohhhh!", feeling his fingers on her vulva, she started to struggle more, sensing that he was moving to an altogether more serious stage of his demented plan. "I'm just going to poke around a bit and see where the leak is coming from." She could feel his fingers rubbing slowly on her labia before touching her clitoris. Then his fingers were inside her, just a little, probing gently, teasing, looking for a response. "ohhhhh!", she seemed to be crying a little. He knew that with gag like that she'd be making a lot worse noise if she was distressed. "I'm gonna have to turn you over, the moisture's just getting worse. I can't reach the source of the problem from here.", the plumber said with mock-concern. "uuhh hhuuhh". That almost sounded like an agreement! Tied as tightly as she was, it was quite easy to flip her gently onto her back, although the way she was strung, her back barely touched the rug. At least it kept her burning buttocks of the floor this way. He managed to pull down the top of her basque to reveal her breasts and large nipples. "Now that's a fine looking set of equipment you have here, I'm gonna check they are in good order before I continue below." He gently massaged her soft breasts for a while, impressed with the prominent points atop them. He teased them expertly with his tongue. "OK, they are responding fine. I reckon they'll give many years of satisfactory service for their lucky owners." He wasn't lying and wondered whether Rebecca had appreciated the compliment. "OK, Ms Rossi. I'm gonna move down below now and see if I can locate the source of your problem." He always loved the way that garters and stockings 'framed' that special place in a woman and hers was framed beautifully by her exquisite lingerie. She heard a sound of something snapping. A latex glove now covered plumber's left hand. A little lubricant was smeared on the glove and on her labia. "Hold still, Miss Rossi, I'm not going to hurt you". He moved himself between her V shaped legs. The two fingers of his left hand started probing in her vagina more firmly than before, while his thumb was pressing down on her clitoris. His right hand was spread and pressing firmly on her belly. "nnnnnnnnnnnn!", she moaned as his fingers pressed on the front of her vagina. She thought it hurt before realizing how good it actually felt. As he repeated the motion she knew for sure that it felt good. She hoped he wouldn't stop. She felt she wanted to urinate but that was probably just the way he was touching her. "Do you want to pee?", he asked. "um huh" "It's normal, don't worry, you won't." "um huh". She seemed to trust him. She felt a spasm... she was shocked that he was making her orgasm. It happened, and her world spun off its axis for a few moments. He insisted on an encore. His fingers were like an audience clapping and demanding repeated curtain calls from the performer. She had little choice but to oblige him again and again. He was pleased with his work, and however you look at it, she'd got more that she deserved. He cleaned her up tenderly with a towel. She lay, panting heavily in her increasingly painful arch..She didn't hate the ropes despite the pain they caused. Most of all she wanted him to remove the blindfold. "OK, Rebecca. I think we've finally fixed the problem. Your equipment is still in excellent working order despite being neglected. But you should leave it so long between services in future. Before I leave you, can I interest you in a special executive finish?" "uhhh?". she was confused. What could he be asking her? She thought about it and nodded slowly. The Plumber was finally getting his chance, amazed that he had managed to hold out. His erection was not as strong as earlier, as his blood supply had got bored of waiting. A squeeze of her lovely breasts and the sounds that caused her to make soon restored his urge. He pushed her knees apart knowing that her vagina was ready to receive his aching penis. It gave him a warm welcome, and he took her with a rocking tenderness that stimulated her vagina to hold him tightly within her. For a few sweet moments they both enjoyed the moments when it was she that somehow held him as a captive. Ten minutes later, he was sitting on the sofa looking down at Rebecca who still lay tightly bound on the rug. He'd turned her over onto her belly just to give her some relief. He didn't need to decide what to do about Rebecca, as there was only on option. He would never harm her. The question was what he was going to do about himself. He had just done the stupidest thing in his life and could go to jail for a long time. But that would never happen, he could be out of the country tomorrow and be on his way to the Far East where he had lived happily with Alison for a couple of years. Maybe a chance to rebuild his life again? In the meantime perhaps he should remove Rebecca's gag and listen to what she had to say. to be continued?
2. Complications (The Plumber's Revenge, Jessica Verdi) Rebecca Rossi laid tied up, gagged and blindfolded on her own living carpet. The more she regained her composure, the more she became away of the painfully tight ropes that held her. What would he do next? - she wondered. Her rapist was apparently sated for the time being, but she sensed he was still in the room, in fact, sat on her comfortable sofa! He just sat there quietly, not in a hurry to do anything, resting, planning his next move. Just supposing he wasn't going to kill her, she found herself contemplating, that the plumber would leave her in this cruel and aching restraint. At least, she consoled herself, the cleaner would discover her the following morning. She could be back at work later that afternoon. Then she realized with horror that she had the days wrong, the cleaner didn't visit on Thursdays! Tied and gagged like that for thirty-six hours was a horror she could not contemplate. Rebecca decided that she had to risk attracting the plumber's attention, just in case he was about to walk out and leave her. The gag was so effective that all she could manage was a pitiful pleading, mewing sound that she'd never made before and swore she would never do again. It appeared to work. She got the plumber's attention. "Rebecca?", he said softly. He could tell she was beginning to suffer from the strain of her strictly bound position. "Uh huh." she acknowledged him from her silk-stuffed mouth. "I'm going to untie you now, to put you in a more comfortable position. Don't resist me, or I'll punish you." "Uh huh." Gagged and blindfolded as she was, and faced with what she still believed was an armed man, she was only too pleased when he flipped her over onto her belly. He untied the ropes that held her hands so firmly at the back of her head. To her relief he tied them behind her back in a 'normal' fashion with one of her silk scarves. With Rebecca now kneeling in front of the sofa, tied up, still gagged and blindfolded, the plumber felt for a moment like he had his own willing slave girl again....but this was no loving girlfriend, this woman was really his prisoner, his victim! He removed the poor woman's cloth gag to give her a drink of water. Rebecca obeyed his instruction to remain silent as he pulled the sopping silk scarf from her mouth, drinking without hesitation from the glass of water offered to her lips. "Thank you", Rebecca said quietly and sincerely after her finishing her drink. He'd told her not to speak, but she took a chance. "You're welcome", the plumber replied aware of how absurd their polite exchange was in the current circumstances. "I assume you were thanking me for the water." Her mind was stopped in its tracks when she realized what else he thought she was thanking him for! She decided not to advance that particular dialogue. "Are you going to kill me?", she asked him with a surprising directness. The plumber mentally recoiled in horror. Yet he had to acknowledge to himself, he'd broken into the woman's apartment and raped her at gunpoint, even if it was only a wrench posing as a gun. "No, Rebecca, I really don't wish to harm you. I just have to figure out a way to extricate myself from this stupid mess I've put us both in." Rebecca, still kneeling on the floor with her frog-tied legs, shuffled along the floor knowing instinctively where the front of her sofa was. She leant back against her sofa in the same familiar place where she often sat watching the TV, although never with a silk scarf knotted about her wrists as she sat now. Having sensed that his instruction to remain silent had be successfully breached, she tentatively continued the conversation. "It's obvious that I know who you are. What I don't understand is why you haven't made a proper attempt to conceal your identity. That's why I wondered whether you were going to kill me. Killers don't need to conceal their identity." "God, Rebecca, stop talking like that! I'm not going kill you. Alright?" he said, becoming agitated with her admittedly logical deductions. "Sorry, em...I don't even know your name." "I told you my name when I came to fix your faucet today." The plumber prompted her, slightly affronted not to have made an earlier impression on her. Rebecca prided herself on a good memory for names and faces, but had been so consumed by her own anxieties over her evening date, that she'd not paid any attention to their initial contacts that afternoon. Then she remembered the handwritten receipt he gave her. "James Callinson!", she said triumphantly, and immediately wished she hadn't shown quite so much enthusiasm. "Well done! Now my victim even knows my name." he said, becoming even more dejected. "James", she repeated, as if playing with the sound of his name. "The cops would soon find out your name, even I couldn't recall it. I got you out of the phone book. Remember?" "Even if I were dead, the cops could still trace the calls on my phone, and the concierge must have see you arrive this afternoon." "Rebecca. For heaven's sake, stop talking like that, I'm not going to kill you!" "I know you're not. I was just speaking hypothetically. You see, there is no reason to kill me because you could be identified just as surely as if the cops asked me directly. The only difference would be the prison sentence. You clearly don't do this kind of thing very often or you'd have been caught by now". He felt slightly embarrassed to admit it. "It may not be much consolation to you, but I've never done anything like this before. Something inside me just snapped today I guess." "And that was my fault I suppose!" Rebecca said sarcastically, yet perversely flattered that she could affect somebody that much. "No, Rebecca. I'm not blaming you. I'm a grown man, accountable for my own actions. But there was something about you and your behavior that triggered my reaction." "Like what?", she asked, angrily yet half-knowing she had just fished for a compliment. "It's been six months since my girlfriend...um...disappeared, and I hadn't been with another woman since then. You started bitching at me when I was working on your plumbing, then later I saw you looking so beautiful in your dress and...well, you know the rest." She felt his hand stroke her long dark hair just once, and wished he would remove her blindfold. "Listen James, you've really put me through it tonight and I could really use a drink. Something stronger than water." "Yeah, me too. What have you got?" James said, already heading for the kitchen. "Gin and Tonic, please. Tonic's in the fridge, gin's in the cupboard above." she called out to him. A short sequence of kitchen noises culminated in the fizz of the tonic water pouring into two glasses. "Ice and lemon?", came his call from the kitchen. Damn it - she thought - this is getting ridiculous. Either he's a lousy rapist or I'm a lousy victim! Imagine having to recount all this in court. "A little of both please." she replied. There's nothing quite so delicious as that first sip of a G&T, even, she discovered, when tied up by your assailant. As the glass was held up to her lips she appreciated the fresh scent rising off from the bubbles, her sense of smell heightened because of her blindfold. They sat in silence both relaxing a little as the drinks were sipped. "James." She made sure she had his attention before continuing. "I know you're not really such a bad guy. What if I promised not to report to the police what happened." "Come on, Rebecca, I'm not a complete fool! There's no reason for me to trust you." "I see what you mean. I need a way to prove to you that I won't call the police. I'll think of something." Rebecca usually enjoyed this kind of mental challenge. "OK James, here's the alternatives as I see them. Option One - get the hell out of here before I have a chance to report to the police. You could leave me tied up for the cleaner to find, but you'll just be a fugitive and eventually get caught. "Two - trust me that I won't tell. I've got a well paid and important job, and I don't want to be dragged through the court exposing my private life for the next year. I'll just try to forget this ever happened. "Three - and I don't know why I'm saying this - kidnap me. But that would only buy you time until you released or...k", she managed to catch herself before she said it again. He paused, biting his lip. "That's pretty much how I see it as well. I'd like to trust you but how can I be sure? I still think I'll stick to my plan, which happens to be option one as you describe it: Get the hell out of here and live somewhere nice. New York is driving me crazy, and this episode proves it." "But, where would you go? What would you do?" He laughed. "That's pretty funny, Rebecca. You think I'm going to tell you where I'm running away to?" "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." she said with a smile, having realized the inappropriateness of her question. "Maybe I should just take your option three: Kidnap you. Take you to some kind of remote shack in Montana. Keep you tied up securely in a dozen different ways, and make you cum over and over again, just like you did earlier this evening. I'd teach you how to please me, while I learned everything there is to know about your lovely body. You'd be my own little pleasure slave." "You're crazy, you know that?", Rebecca said, almost amused by his suggestion. For the first time she turned her head to face him even though still blindfolded. Her smile did not go unnoticed. "That may be so. But I'm in enough trouble already, so what does it matter if I have a little bit of fun along the way." He noticed a distinct change in Rebecca's mood. Her fear of him had evaporated before his eyes. The generous proportion of gin to tonic had clearly done what alcohol does. She decided to try again. "James. Please could you remove my blindfold? After all, I already know what you look like." "Well then, why do you need to see me again?" he responded. His hand felt the silk scarf that she tied round her own head and noticed that she didn't flinch at his touch. The silk felt nice to touch, so did her soft cheek beneath it. He changed places on the sofa so he was seated astride her and she felt his breath on her neck as he leaned forward. Looking down, he saw the view of her breasts oozing out the top of their corset, rising and falling noticeable with each breath. Soon the breasts were in his hands, his fingers toying with her erect nipples. One of his hands moved downwards to rediscover her moist cunt. "Oh God, is it time for my first service already?", Rebecca panted as she felt expert fingers moving within her slit. The plumber laughed. "Long overdue, in my opinion. Looks like your thermostat is in good working order but I think we should give it a pressure test." How could she tell him how much she liked to be kissed on her shoulders and neck? As long as he kept doing it she wouldn't need to. With his mouth on her shoulder, a hand squeezing a breast, and the other moving within her pussy lips, he had no trouble making her cum again. "Oh my god, this is embarrassing!", she panted "Please stop doing this to me. I have to go to work tomorrow." "Tell 'em, you have a problem with your boiler", he suggested, while untying the ropes from her legs. Once her legs were free he turned her body around so her belly and breasts were laying on the sofa with her knees still on the floor. "Please, no." she whimpered, close to tears. She feared she was about to be anally raped. Her silk-bound hands wriggled behind her back vainly hoping she could fight him off. "Please don't do it. James." He looked down at her shapely ass and lovely slim waist, still loosely laced-up in that beguiling sexy red corset. Kneeling down behind her, he pushed himself easily into her lubricated pussy, with one hand squeezing her soft breast, the other holding her and caressing her chin and mouth. He settled into a slow but strong rhythm, her resistance melting with each thrust. When he came, the two exhausted bodies just lay as there were, his chest bearing down on her back, her face and breasts pushed into the soft sofa cushions. His mind was reeling with confusion: That soft wonderful body beneath him! Squirming gently, sighing, exhausted. What was he going to do with her? Whatever he planned, it would have to wait until the morning. He was too exhausted to think straight, and that was compounded by his being over the drink-drive limit. He never drove after drinking. 'Sleep on it' was the phrase which kept coming into his mind. He was no closer to making a decision about his next move than before he started talking to this infuriating woman. He took their drinks glasses back to the kitchen and filled both with water from the faucet and tidied up the various items he'd used for their drinks. Walking back into the lounge he noticed Rebecca still half-laying on the sofa, her head buried in the cushions. "Come on, Rebecca. Up you get!" The plumber grabbed her arm and helped her up from the sofa. She gave him a satisfied smile...and looked him in the eyes! She appeared absurdly proud of her small triumph, having used the sofa cushion to rub the silk blindfold from her eyes. Having been kept sightless almost from the time she arrived back at the apartment, she imagined that the plumber still wore his white overalls. Instead she was surprised ( and reluctantly impressed) to find him dressed in smart slacks, and an immaculate blue shirt. He looked as well-groomed as the guy she had dinner with! "I've decided to stay here for the night. Don't worry about making up a spare bed, your's will be fine." "God, James! Do you have any idea what you are doing?" Her voice was aggravated and yet had an element of concern for both of them. "Of course not! I thought that was apparent a long time ago." He said, realizing for the first time what nice eyes she had, particularly when looking at him in that way. "I figured that nothing will change before the morning, except that I can make a rational decision by then. I'm afraid I'll have to tie you securely to the bed so I can get some sleep." Taking her by the arm, he led her into the bedroom. "Would you like me to undress you?" "No need. Just untie my hands and I'll manage myself." She turned her back to him and held out her bound hands expectantly. He laughed. "No way, lady! You're still a security risk to me. I can undress you myself, or you can can wear your sexy corset to bed. I'm happy either way." She considered her limited options. "OK, I can't sleep in this thing, so you'll have to undress me." She sat down on the bed and provocatively lifted a shapely stocking-clad leg towards him. He unclipped the stocking from it's garter and slowly pulled it down her soft smooth-shaved leg, until it came free of her feet. She held out the other leg for him, and gave him with a enigmatic smile as he tenderly removed the stocking again. Next it was the corset. He sat on the bed beside her and started pulling open the laces at her back. She sighed, amused at his ignorance and explained that the garment was unhooked at the front once the laces were loosened. Watching him lay her garments carefully over the back of a chair, confirmed what she noticed earlier: That they shared the same propensity for neatness, and she hadn't yet registered that her dress was already hung up in her wardrobe. "James, honey!", the naked Rebecca whispered coyly, "I need to used the bathroom." "Sure, just leave the door open so I can see you." "But my hands....", she frowned. "How can I..." "Don't worry, I'll attend to you, just let me know when you are done. I'll help with whatever you need to do." Wiping her ass at the end of her toilet activity was handled with surprisingly little embarrassment for either of them. He'd cared for his ageing father after he had a stroke, so taking care of somebody in the bathroom was second nature. Somehow the love he had for his deceased father and the feelings he was having for Rebecca were becoming disturbingly confused. Removing her necklace and earrings was straightforward, so was washing the light makeup from her face. But why couldn't this crazy bitch have managed just one night without brushing her teeth - he thought. Surely being made a prisoner and sex slave would have qualified as an excuse for one night! Standing behind her with an arm tightly around her body, he managed to brush her teeth, creating a mess dribbling down her chin and onto her bare breasts. Both of them became aware of the moment that wavered between comical and sensual. They looked into the mirror and caught the reflection showing a man and a woman smiling and laughing together. They both became pensive and silent at the unsettling image. Ever since they'd entered the bedroom it seemed that the captured Rebecca had acquired own caring servant, as a result of James's unwillingness to untie her. She started to imagine crazy thoughts about what else he might do for her if he stayed in the apartment any longer. When all her bathroom needs were finally met, she assumed the position he required on the bed. Her ankles were fixed together by siscarves and then to the iron frame at the bottom of the bed. Her wrists were retied in front, then extended and tied to the bedframe above her head. "Comfortable?" He asked her as she lay naked and stretched out on the bed. "How can I be comfortable when I'm tied up like this?" She tugged helplessly against her silk bonds, as if to reassure him that she was securely held, "but I suppose it could be worse." she conceded. "Damn right it could be. You're lucky I haven't gagged you." He pulled the duvet over her and went to the bathroom. An alarmed Rebecca called after him. "Hey! Don't use my toothbrush, there's a new one in the cabinet you can have." She heard a reply that sounded like "Arrggghhh" and assumed he must be gargling. Finally, after turning off all the lights in the apartment and ensuring the front door was locked, the exhausted plumber was at last able to get to bed. Rebecca already had her eyes closed when he returned to the bedroom. Thank God she's asleep - he thought. He turned off the bedroom light and crawled under the duvet in the darkness. The plumber was resolved that in the morning he would enact his escape plan; first buy his air-ticket, then leave some treasured possessions with a close friend, make sure Rebecca could be rescued, and get the hell out of country while he still could. It was really quite simple, he thought, as he drifted off to sleep alongside that lovely, strangely infuriating woman he held captive. Just then a quiet voice beside him spoke. "James? Are you awake? I have another idea." to be continued?
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