Bound in Silk · Part 1 (1/3)
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Chapter 1 – A Chance Meeting
It had been a long week, finished off with a six hour sales meeting. I longed to get home, remove this retched suit and take a long, relaxing bath. I smiled to myself, that is something I've really been looking forward to. I glanced in the rear mirror, nothing in sight, just total darkness. I stared forward, ignoring the hypnotic effect of the windscreen wipers and gave a loud yawn. My peaceful thoughts were suddenly shattered by a clanking noise coming from the front of the car.
I came to a jerking hold by the side of the road. Great, this is all I need, looks like that bath might have to wait. I turned the key in the ignition in a vain attempt to restart the car. The engine turned but wouldn't start. I slamed my hands on the steering wheel in frustration.
OK, how will I get home? Looks like I'll have to call for a mechanic. I reached into the back of the car for the mobile. Where is it? Shit, its in my trenchcoat, back at the office. Not only would I have to walk for help but get drenched in the process. I opened the door and stepped out into the torrent. The rain smashed against my skin, soon causing a cold, numb sensation as I fumbled to lock the door in the dark. I turned up the collar on my jacket to prevent rain trickling down my back and then stared left and right, looking for a sign of civilisation. Nothing. I know that the last town was eight miles behind me and walking that distance in this weather did not appeal so I set off following the road forward, hoping help would soon turn up.
I’d been walking for about half an hour, it seemed like an eternity with the wind and rain biting at my face and not a phone box or farm house in sight. I was wondering whether or not anyone lived out here or had I crossed into the frozen wastes of oblivion. It was then that I noticed a gleam off the wet road. I looked up but nothing. As I looked down the gleam had vanished and so had my hopes of being rescued. But then it reappeared, shimmering earily. What was it? It was then that I turned round and saw a pair of headlights approaching. Suddenly, I had an adrenaline rush and jumped up, joyful that my ordeal would soon be over.
As the car approached, I stood in the middle of the road waving my arms above my head, there was no way this driver was going to leave me out here. As the car drew to an halt, I noticed the distinctive front grill and headlights. A BMW, hmm, doubtful this could be a farmer at this time.
Anyway, I didn’t care who it was, so long as they could help. I walked over to the passenger side and stared through the window into the car. I could see nothing as I wiped the rain off the window. Suddenly there was a weire of an electric motor and the window started to come down. It stopped after coming down only an inch and then the interior light was switched on and I was able to see my rescuer.
I was welcomed by a brunette girl in her mid-twenties, well-dressed and probably quite rich. "Am I glad to see you", I said with a weak, pathetic smile. The girl stared at me. "My car broke down further back on the road and I decided to find help, I’m glad you came, your the first car that I have seen in hours."
"I noticed the car abandoned by the road side", she replied with a well spoken mid-english accent.
"I wonder if you could take me to the next town or to a phone box please," I said, half out of breath due to the ordeal and the adrenaline rush wearing off.
She pondered for a moment and I realised that she was a little apprehensive, not surprising, a beautiful girl on a dark lane picking up a stranger, it was the typical scenario. "I would appreciate it, you can have all the money in wallet if you’ll take me to the next town", I said with another pitiful smile. It was then that I realised what a fool I was being, she is probably ten times at rich as me, and certainly didn’t require financial assistance off me. This brought a positive response and she laughed, "okay, get in". I didn’t need to be asked again and jumped in as soon as she had unlocked the door.
"I must apologise for dripping on your seat".
"That’s all right given the circumstances". She leant over to the glove compartment and pulled out an handkerchief and passed it to me. I thanked her and then wiped the rain from my face and tried to dry my hair as water was trickling down my neck, annoying me profusely. "Looks like you’ve had quite a night", she said pleasantly. I sensed that she was more relaxed with me now.
"How far is it to the next town?" I enquired.
"You couldn’t have broken down in a worse place," she answered, "Tamdale, the next town is fifteen miles away". This astonished me, the prospect of trekking fifteen miles.
"In that case I’m really grateful that you stopped to assist me. By the way, my name is Peter Stales," I said.
"Angela
Hollingworth", she replied, "shame that we couldn’t have met under better circumstances." She gave me a small but rather pleasant smile. This was the kind of girl I’d go for, no, better than that, the dream girl from my deepest fantasies. The faint detection of Chanel perfume confirmed that.
"It is quite a drive to the next town, I live about another five minutes down the road. You can call from there if you’d like but I’d doubt that you’ll get a mechanic at this time, especially round here, and Tamdale is really only a glorified village, there aren’t any taxis either."
I know what she was going to say next but I didn’t want to get my hopes up, I hated disappointments so I said with a blank face, "Well, in that case, what do you suggest?"
"If you like, you could spend the night at my house, I live alone and its not like I don’t have the room or anything"
Yes, the response I wanted. I could not hide my excitement and replied, "yes, that’s awfully kind of you to put me up."
She smiled and said, "It’s no trouble at all, I could use the company." I sensed that she liked me and the feeling was more than mutual. This night might not turn out so bad after all.
Chapter 2 – Her Place
A few minutes down the road, the car began to slow down."Well, this is it, Ashburne Manor," said Angela with a degree of pride. I could not see the house but judging from the style and size of the wrought iron gates, this must be some place. I felt belittled and jealous, a girl younger than me living in a place like this. Curiosity got the better of "How on earth can you afford to live here?" I indignantly burst out.
Angela was not offended. "It belonged to my father, he was a merchant banker. When he died, as his only child, I inherited his entire estate."
At this point I felt guilty for my envious behaviour. "Oh, I’m sorry, It must be difficult living out here on your own," I said.
"We were quite close, but I’ve learnt to adjust and don’t mind living here," she replied.
At this point the car had stopped outside the gates and Angela routed in her door compartment and pulled out a small black box. It was dark but I could some sort of keypad onto which she was typing. Suddenly the gates swung open and we drove though. I could see them close again as we passed through from the door mirror. As I looked forward, I could now see the full glory of Ashburne Manor. It was huge, Georgian in style but not original. I estimated that it must have at least seven bedrooms. I hoped it had a large bath or even better a jajosee, my muscles were aching.
We drew up outside by the side of a large porch. Angela turned to face me. "Unfortunately, the garage door mechanism has jammed so I’ll have to park here. It means a dash into the house in this rain."
laughed, "I don’t mind, I can’t get any wetter than I am already."
Angela giggled, "Silly me, it had slipped my mind, its just that I like to make my guests as comfortable as possible."
I stared out of the passenger window, "Well, its looks like you could get a thorough soaking too."
I’d come prepared," she said proudly reaching into the back of the car. I heard a rustle and saw her produce a vinyl trenchcoat. It brushed against my hand as she pulled it from between the front seats. It felt soft and smooth.
"WOW! I thought. She is going to look fucking gorgeous wearing this." I had a thing about girls in raincoats, it enhanced their appearance, making them look so sexy and turned me on. Don’t ask me why I think that way, I just love shiny raincoats and hearing Angela’s rustle as she put it on sent me into ecstasy and my manhood showed it. I tried to hide the fact by crossing my jacket over my trousers as Angela had her raincoat and pulled it tightly with a rustling, whipping sound and tied it with a double knot. Her waist was tight and her bosom now appeared quite pronounced. This event and her appearance clad in vinyl mesmerised
Angela turned to face me, "Are you ready?" I was a million miles away so she asked again, "Peter, are you coming?" I snapped out of it and hurriedly said "Er, yes, of course, let’s run for it." I did not want her to suspect my fetish but my embarrassed facial expression didn’t help. We simultaneously open the car doors and headed for the house.
Chapter 3 – The Guest
We arrived in the front lobby after a short dash, both out of breath from the exertion. Angela shook her umbrella and brushed her hair with her hand. "It must have been appalling out in that weather for such a length of time," Angela commented as she untied her raincoat and shook it before hanging it up in the lobby. I was busy staring at the raindrops, beaded up on her coat with wild fantasies running through my mind but still managed a disinterested "Yes, it was" response. It was only now in full light that I could see just how stunning she was. Her slightly curled, shoulder length hair was complemented with wide blue eyes.
She had a fair complexion and as I quickly scanned, quite a figure to match. She wore a red, woollen, round-neck pullover and a long, flowery cotton skirt and black boots showing at the bottom. Her clothes revealed a great deal to me, a classy, intelligent girl but also some who did not believe in power-dressing and coming over as being dominant, just the type of girl I liked.
Angela locked the front door and put the key in her pocket. She then proceeded to open the oak interior doors that led into the main part of the house. She invited me to go through first which I obliged and stepped into the main hall. This room was decorated by various ornaments and vases, with a large picture of a man on the wall to the right of me which I suspected to be her father. The ceiling was quite tall and an impressive crystal chandelier was suspended from it. As I was admiring the light, Angela said, "Let’s go into the lounge" and opened the door on the left hand side. This too was an impressive room, dominated a large fireplace with a sheep skin rug lied out in front of it. She walked over to the fire and turned a dial on the right hand side of the fireplace.
Suddenly, the fireplace burst into life with flames jumping well over a foot. It certainly looked like a real coal-fire.
"Please, come in front of the fire and try and get warm. I don’t want you catching cold. I’m just going to go upstairs to run a bath. I’ll call when its ready," said
Angela.
"Boy, a bath, just what I wanted to ease my aching body," I thought. I thanked her and with that she made her way upstairs.
Despite still being soaked to the skin, I felt warm inside. Due probably to the excitement of Angela’s appearance and the thought of spending the night. Five minutes passed when Angela called out, "Peter, your bath is ready. Leave your wet clothes in the laundry basket, I’ll sort them out later."
"All right, but what will I wear?" I enquired with a frown.
"Come downstairs wrapped in a towel, I’ll find something for you so wear. Most of my clothes probably wouldn’t fit you and besides, I’m certain they’re not your style. There is however something I have in mind that is suitable and
I’m sure you’ll be pleased with."
I proceeded out of the lounge, back into the hall and up the winding stairs. Angela was at the top, beckoning me into the bathroom. She smiled as I walked past. I locked the bathroom door before removing my wet clothes and putting them in the basket. I was feeling a little self-conscious and got the notation that Angela would burst in, seeing me stark naked. I turned to face the bath, it was round and made of marble. Hot steam was rising from it, making it look very tempting. I stepped in and almost immediately began to relax, helped by the herbal bath salts. As I laid there, I had time to think a little more about Angela. She had certainly being a blessing coming along when she had.
I was full of gratitude but could not help but think that her helpfulness was more than common courtesy. She was extremely well-organised, almost as if she had expected this night would occur. I was almost convinced now that she fancied me and if I played my cards right, I could get lucky tonight. This prospect gave me an all over happy sensation and with that, I began to hum to myself as I started to scrub.
Ten minutes later, I decided I’d had enough as I was beginning to feel sleepy. I dried myself off and wrapped the largest towel around my groin, ensuring that none of my essentials were on show. I opened the door and proceeded downstairs. "Angela, where are you?" I called out.
back in the lounge in front of the fire, I’ll be there in a minute," she responded. This I did as it was cold standing in the hallway. A minute later Angela walked in carrying a bundle of navy blue silk. "Can this be?
Is this what I think it is?" Besides raincoats, silk was another of my fetishes. Silk is so smooth, lustrous and soft, it had a quite unique effect on me. I felt myself blushing and getting excited as my dick slowly starting to rise. I tried to compose myself, I didn’t want it protruding through the towel.
Angela walked slowly towards me, swaying her hips slightly with a small mischievous smile. "I thought you’d be pleased. I love silk, I wear it every night. Everyone should treat themselves to the luxury of silk, and that goes especially for my guests." She saw that I was in an aroused state and proceeded, "You don’t need the towel now." She then continued, "I promise I won’t look" with a grin on her face as she handed me the pyjamas. I was unprepared for how slippery they would be as they nearly ran through my fingers. My opinion of Angela was changing. I was now totally convinced that she had feelings for me and that the ‘girl next door’ image that I had constructed needed revising. She was something much more:- exciting and unpredictable.
Angela turned her back and I untied the towel and let it fall at my feet. I was now in a vulnerable position. I hurriedly tried to get pyjama bottoms on but the excitement at the prospect of having such fine silk against my skin started to cause my fingers to fumble. By the time I had managed to pull the trousers up past my thighs, the feeling of the silk against my skin and its extreme lustre with which I could almost see my reflection, had caused my penis to reach full erection. Soon my penis too was encased in soft silk. Not wanting Angela to see my revelation, I managed to gain enough self control to put the top on and let it hang over my erect cock, hopefully hiding it from view.
"Okay, you can turn round now," I said.
She eyed my from the feet up and even though her head didn’t stop, I sensed that her eyes had momentarily been transfixed on my groan. I’d given myself away. She then turned around and leant over the sofa, turning back round with another navy-blue garment, a dressing-robe.
I expected her to hand it to me but instead, she went behind me and gestured that I should let her put the gown on me. I did not argue. The sensation of silk sliding against itself caused another burst of ecstasy.
Keeping one hand on my shoulder, she turned round to face me. At this point I was trembling with excitement and fear of what came next. Staring me in the face, she let both hands slide down the gown to lower chest height. She then started to pull at the gown, wrapping it around my body.
Once the gown felt snug, she slowly reached for the belt and brought both ends to the front. She now looked down at her hands. Slowly, she crossed the ends and pulled at the belt until it had gathered my waist about two inches. It felt just right, secure but not uncomfortable. She then tied the belt twice pulling the ends firmly to tighten the knot. She then ran her hands back up the gown to mid-chest height before tugging down on the gown.
"You must feel better now than being in those wet clothes?" I replied, "Much better."
"Great" she whispered, her lips only being a couple of inches from my own. I considered making a move but then she stepped back, "I’ve made you a hot drink and a bite to eat. Stay right there."
Chapter 4 – A Pleasant Time
Angela turned round and walked out of the room leaving me in a state of utter shock. I could not believe what had just occurred, I thought that the event with the raincoat was fantastic but this was in a league of its own, I was at the centre of this. I scanned my pyjamas and gown. They glistened and reflected the light from the fire. I felt like a million bucks. I started to rub my hands all over the gown, the silk flowing under my hands. This sensation was too much and with Angela out of the room, I couldn’t help myself, I just had to wank off. I reached my hand down towards my penis and pulled the dressing gown back to reveal my groin.
I looked for an opening slit in the front the pyjama bottoms but there wasn’t one. These were obviously not unisex in design. I couldn’t take the risk of pulling the bottoms down or putting my hand down the front in case Angela walked in on me so I just laid on the rug admiring the room.
A few minutes later Angela came back into the room carrying a tray. I had another shock as I looked up at her. She was now wearing pyjamas and a robe identical to mine except that hers were crimson red in colour. She looked absolutely astounding. I was laying on my stomach and felt my penis swell against the floor. "Here you go, this should make you feel better," she said as she placed the tray in front of me and laid down too. I noticed that her gown wasn’t as tight a fit as mine and her cleavage was clearly on view. She passed me a cup of hot drinking chocolate and a plate of cheese biscuits.
It was only now about an hour after we had first met that we had a chance to have a proper conversation and get to know each other a little better. "Well Peter, its been quite a night for you hasn’t it?"
she smilingly enquired.
I put my head on one side and nodded, "Well I certainly can’t remember a night like this before."
"Tell me, what do you do for a job?" she said inquisitively.
"I am a sales manager for a large electrical wholesalers. I’ve completed a major contract today and I’m now looking forward to a richly deserved fortnights holiday."
"Do you enjoy your job?" she pressed on.
"I worked myself up the company ladder but
I’ve now reached a point where my career no longer gives a sense of fulfilment. How about you, what do you do?"
"Oh, I’m a rep for a fashion catalogue. I do it because its interesting meeting different people. I don’t need the money but living out here would drive me crazy if I didn’t have an outlet."
"I see," I responded.
"A couple of years back I had the most exciting job imaginable I thought," she continued sensing I was not impressed with her career, "I worked for my cousin, ‘The Great Alpacino’, the greatest magician and escape artist in the world. I frowned and said, "The Great Alpacino, I’ve never heard of him," I indignantly burst out.
"You would have done by now, he was better than Harry Houdini and David
Copperfield combined. His career was about to burst into the limelight but he wanted an act that would set him undisputedly as the best magician in the entire world. He performed his act in front of the largest audience he had ever faced. Unfortunately, he had exceeded his own boundaries and his act was a failure. This event broke his confidence and needless to say, his career dwindled into non-existence. He moved abroad shortly after that and I’ve not heard from him in six months."
Angela was looking quite sad and I felt that yet again my insensitive remarks had upset her. I rubbed Angela on the shoulder to comfort her but also to feel her silk. "I’m really sorry to hear that, I’ve no doubt that he was a great magician." I softly said.
"Yes, he was," she replied finishing her chocolate. She smiled in an attempt to feel better. "Anyway changing the subject, your visit has been quite unexpected as I’m sure you’ll understand. None of the guest bedrooms are ready."
I sighed, "Its okay, I’ll sleep on the sofa." I could not hide my disappointment.
"Well," she apprehensively said, "There is another possibility. You could sleep in my bedroom, it has a four-poster double bed. There’s plenty of room."
This invite took my back. "Sleep with you in your bed. You hardly know me," I said with raised eyebrows.
"I didn’t know you at all when I let you in my car. If you were going to do anything, I’m sure you would have done it by now." I realised that she was offended and I was going to blow my chances if I wasn’t careful.
sorry. You are the perfect hostess and I’ve been an idiot. A four-poster is better that a sofa," I said with a grin.
"Perfect, make your way up, its the third door on the left at the top of the stairs. I’ll clean up here and join you shortly."
I followed her directions and opened the door to the bedroom. I was confronted with the bed and more silk. Navy blue silk curtains were tied to the posts and a navy blue canopy hung suspended from the top of the bed. The bed itself had white silk pillows, deep maroon bed sheets and blankets. I was tempted to dive straight into the bed but I felt my bladder and realised I needed to relieve myself. I noticed the door leading to the en-suite bathroom. I needed to undo the robe before I could take a leak, I certainly didn’t want the silk to smell of urine. I tried undoing the belt but Angela had tied it really tight.
The knot was small, my fingers too clumsy and besides, I couldn’t get enough friction on the belt. I looked around the room and see if anything could assist me out of this predicament. I eyed a box of cotton buds. "Ah, the plastic stalks on these might help," I thought. After breaking two, I was finally able to work the knot free and thus proceed to relieve myself.
I didn’t bother to put the robe back on. I left it hung over a chair near the bed, I was now more concerned about the bed itself. I threw back the covers with a swooshing noise. I held my breath with expectation as I dived into the bed. This silk was as smooth as my pyjamas, the combination was almost frictionless. I slid down into the bed stopping with my head on the pillows. I threw the covers over me and felt the silk slowly starting to caress every part of my body. I felt warm and secure under the covers. "Now would be the perfect opportunity to wank off before Angela came up. It might be my only chance in these silks," I thought. With that, I put my hand down the pyjama bottoms and started to masturbate.
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