Imprisoned in Silk Part 4
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Imprisoned in Silk
1. A new home with a girl
"This must be what's called 'Love at First Sight'," Geoffrey thought as
he laid in bed, as he was about to fall asleep. He had gotten to Mrs
Driver's foster home that very morning, and as soon as he had seen Alice,
he had known that, this time, at last, he was to be blessed with the
apparition of an angel. The (almost) sixteen years he had spent on this
planet, or rather the Birmingham area, had been rather gray, bleak and
dull.
Taken from foster homes to various government institutions, he had lived
in an all-boys world, and a rather ruthless one. That was also the reason
he had stepped in Mrs Driver's home on that day. He had been bullied by
other kids, and the head of the institution he had lived in for the last
year had deemed it wise to get him into another home; a place that would
be more civilised, more appropriate for a boy as delicate and sensitive
as Geoffrey was.
Thus he had come into a totally different universe, one more fitting for
his looks: he had quite fine features, which could have been described
as pixyish, a long triangular face, and a pageboy haircut, with fine long
hair. His blue eyes were particularly striking, and he often sported a
mischievous smile. He had often been taunted because of his slightly
feminine appearance, but he really felt like a boy! And Mrs Driver's home
was very womanly.
Geoffrey had mixed feelings about such a feminine household, for his
upbringing had taught him to disregard all girlie things. At the same
time, he felt appeased and reassured by all the pink, dainty decoration
that filled what was to become his new home. This time, he had thought,
he should stay for more than a few months.
There was no doubt in his mind that Alice was the major reason for him
wanting to stay. Her blonde locks, her angelic looks were so blatantly a
call to his teenage lust! She had high cheekbones, and lovely dimples
that made a crushing impression the only time Geoffrey saw her smile, as
she and Mrs Driver first greeted him. Having been deprived of feminine
figures for the last few years, seeing her on this late August morning
had been a revelation.
Even though he was still small in size and he did not look his age, he
had known for the last two years about the fact he had become 'a man'!
And the dreamy thoughts he had just had about the beautiful Alice, as he
had lengthily masturbated in the soft silk sheets of his new bed, were
not to weaken this recent feeling of becoming somebody different...
Not to mention the weird feelings he had about sleeping in a girls'
bedroom. He was a rather polite and easy type, but maybe his surprise had
shown when Mrs Driver had let him into his room: it was all pink and
satiny, and smelled definitely 'girlie' to him.
"Oh, Geoffrey," Mrs Driver had reassured him, "I see you're not used to
this type of decoration; but don't worry, we'll make a few changes
soon..."
Her matronly type was also new to him. She seemed to come out from an old
book, all plump and round and she had been really kind, just like the
grandmother he had never had. She was dressed in a long navy blue silk
dress of a very conservative make, but her high-heeled boots, that seemed
to have belonged to Queen Victoria, impressed him the most. That night,
Geoffrey's dreams were really sweet...
2. Rough play
"Well, what's going on in here?" Mrs Driver growled as she entered the
living room.
"It was the only way I managed to have him stop trying to do things to
me..." Alice muttered in a small voice.
"Mmmmblmmm..." Geoffrey grumbled angrily through the gag that filled and
covered his mouth.
On that morning, two hours before Mrs Driver's outburst, as soon as Mrs
Driver had left for a long shopping spree, right after breakfast,
Geoffrey had tried his luck with Alice. Where he came from, there was a
lot of talk about girls, and how they always said no when they meant yes!
And he really wanted to touch her breasts, and other parts of her, that
he had fantasized about the previous night and early that morning. The
silky feel of the sheets had not helped soothing his lust... Not to talk
about the clothes he had been made to wear, after he had showered. It had
been quite strange, to have to put on some kind of school uniform, but
definitely one from a very posh school.
He was not used to such fine clothing: the white nylon briefs had seemed
a little weird, but he loved shiny materials, even though the only ones
he had had were from sports kits or Speedos; and then the white silk
shirt, the long silk white socks that came above his knees, the flannel
shorts, lined with some satiny stuff, and the grey silken jacket, the
black leather shoes... A couple days ago, he would have been ashamed to
wear all of these, but then, it made him feel important. On top of that,
being able to see beautiful Alice, her long golden locks, her smooth pink
face... He had been wondering whether he was dreaming. And then, right
after breakfast, when Mrs Driver had left him alone with that wonderful
creature, he had felt an urge to try his luck!
A first, he had tried to talk to her, but with the little experience he
had in such matters, he had not succeeded in much. Of course, his angles
to start conversation were a little odd: he should have known Alice would
be only mildly interested in his telling about the pranks he had pulled
in his institution, or his skills at football. But he was rather unlucky
in his choices, for it did not get him much response from the lovely
young girl. Obviously, the girl is rather shy, he thought; she did not
seem to notice him. She had put him down quickly, by telling boys his age
were stupid, and that she liked girls better. And she had kept on tidying
the house and cleaning it, completely ignoring him. Geoffrey had not been
put off by her behaviour. He had gone on taunting her, calling her a
dyke, but Alice had calmly stood his verbal abuse.
A couple glances should have warned him she was not happy with him,
though. But he foolishly thought he had gotten a normal reaction. He
eventually came closer, and tried to grab her. It was, at least from his
point of view, rather playful. Alice ordered him to stop.
"Make me! Make me!" Geoffrey replied.
"I'll have to report you to Mrs Driver, you know..." Alice threatened.
"I'll have to report you to Mrs Driver! I'll have to report you to Mrs
Driver!" he mocked her in a childish voice. "Can't you deal with other
kids on your own, dyke?"
"Last warning, Geoffrey, go to your room, or else, you'll regret it very
dearly..."
There was anger in her tone, but he still thought he was being funny. He
stepped around her, and, leaning close against her back, he tried to grab
her breasts.
His hands did not reach the nice, round mounds, for his wrists were
strongly seized just before he achieved his mammary attack. Alice spun on
her heels, and Geoffrey realised she had crossed her own hands, and in a
nice judo/ dance move, they swiftly inverted position. He now had his
back to her, and she held his wrists firmly pinned behind him. He could
now feel her breasts ever so slightly touching his shoulder blades. She
pushed him forward and laid him on the pink satin-covered sofa. He had to
bend face down because of her strong push.
She then straddled him, sitting on his thighs. All the squishy touch of
the various layers of shiny material would have made him woozy in another
occasion, on top of the feel of the round buttocks he had dreamed about,
but he just felt frightened at that very moment; he was very surprised at
the girl's strength, he squirmed as much as he could, and bucked and
tried to kick, but he could not move. She then kept his wrists together
with one hand only, the scared teenager having already given up. He tried
to move her to pity: "Please, Alice, I promise I won't bother you
anymore. But could you let go of me, now? Please?"
3. Alice retaliates
"You should have thought about it earlier. You're going to understand
that there's no way a pathetic, disgusting twerp of a boy will ever touch
me..."
"Hey, what are you doing? No, I don't want you to tie my hands, stop
that..."
"Shut up!" Alice said harshly, pushing his face deep in the pink
cushions, thus muffling his whines. She had hastily removed her dress
sash, a pink satiny one that she skilfully wrapped around his wrists in a
tight double loop. She then jumped down from the sofa, leaving a
flabbergasted Geoffrey panting as he laid on his belly. He quickly
recovered, and wiggling as he could with his hands inescapably tied
behind his back, he managed to sit and then to stand. As he started
walking away, Alice being close to the bow-window and facing away from
him, rummaging through the content of a small cabinet, she turned around,
and growled a threatening: "Where do you think you're going, dimwit?"
"Please, Alice, cut that out! I was only kidding, I didn't want to..."
But she was already on him, and she seized his shoulder with her right
hand. It did not reassure him at all, for he was really wondering how a
girl could be that rough. It reminded him of the bullies that had been
the cause for his coming to Mrs Driver's. The tight grip led him to an
armchair, and he was forced to sit down on the plush satin covered seat.
Alice knelt down, and grabbed his stocking coated ankles, and wrapped a
pink curtain cord around them, immobilising his legs. She tied the two
remaining ends to the rung going from one front leg to the other.
Geoffrey could no longer kick or stand up.
"I beg you, Alice, stop, please, I will be good..." he whined, but she
just smirked. He had this strange churning in his stomach, this confused
feeling of fear and fascination, as this beautiful girl was overpowering
him... She used another cord to strap his thighs to the seat, her thin
manicured hands flying dangerously close to the huge lump tenting his
shorts. There was no way he would escape now...
She did not stop there, as she stepped behind the chair and untied his
hands, only to take each of his arms in turn and fasten his wrists to the
armrests with short lengths of white rope. She did the same with his
elbows, and took a longer piece of rope to wrap his arms just below his
shoulders and eventually she did one more turn around his chest and the
back of the armchair, pinning his back to the piece of furniture.
Geoffrey kept pleading half-heartedly, "Alice, this isn't nice... You're
frightening me..."
"Frightening you? That's how disgusting, promiscuous boys are
frightened?"
He blushed, as he realised she was referring to the bulge in his shorts.
He did not get to reply, for she was now stuffing his mouth with a silk
scarf! He tried to push it away with his tongue, but she quickly had it
crammed inside his mouth, and she was already cleave-gagging him with
another.
He mmphed in despair and anger, but he just got more of the evil smirk
that troubled him so much. She topped it with a white silk scarf she
carefully folded, to make a nice bandage covering his lower face. He
screamed in pain as she tightly knotted it on his neck, getting a few
strands of his thin long hair in the process. But not much was heard, she
had turned him into an immobile, helpless and voiceless little boy.
"There, that ought to keep you quiet..." She put her dress sash back and
rearranged her clothes. Then she went to sit on the sofa, carefully
folding her long soft legs as she took a magazine and read it. Long
minutes, or maybe hours went by, as Geoffrey was overpowered by extremely
bizarre feelings. He squirmed in his bonds and grunted into his tight
gag, but he never got much more than an amused or pitiful glance from
Alice... His own gaze did not leave the beautiful feminine body, the
wonderful figure enhanced by the nice tight dress.
(to be continued...)
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