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News bulletins on the TV, that one eyed monster in the corner of the living room that was now so important, explained it all in graphic detail, the symptoms, the NHS`s role, factories closing , (not that that mattered to a couple in the remote countryside of Kent who were happily tucked away in a s**ttered cottage up a leafy lane!) transport shutting down, shops closing and town streets deserted… it was all a doomsday fantasy!
A moment of reality stuck, they sat looking at each other Gerald and Cassy feeling stunned… they had a new word… “Lockdown…” it seemed sort of shocking, a “This is all happening to someone else sort of effect!
But for them what had begun as a week`s sexy romp was turning into something much more though, suddenly casual sex had turned into survival with a partner they hardly knew, on an island in a viral sea! Strangely they wondered about relatives, luckily neither of Cassy`s parents were alive now, Ernest her husband had a father in a nursing home, so he was safe! (how wrong can you be!) Gerald was an orphan, and Mary well Mary was the only one with any relatives, a younger brother now in the military serving in Londonderry, who she only heard of at birthdays and Christmas, oh, and an estranged step-sister who she hated, married to a Jewish tailor living in Golders green!
They discussed Ernest and Mary, evaluating their position, Gerald saying that ‘they’ would be fairly safe from the virus, again the small holding being just far enough from the village to be safe, and as long as they kept things to a minimum, contact-wise they should be OK, and as they had a supply of goats milk, and a reasonable stock of food… well that would all be fine… wouldn’t it?
They checked their own larder, yes, a good week or more they could easily last, just from tins, as long as they did not banquet too heavily! Reports of folk stripping shops, a bog roll shortage…stuff like that, they being preoccupied, it meant for a while sex was not mentioned, just practicalities, but it reared its head again that evening when they had had their meal. Cassy it was that unwittingly raised the subject, by remarking sarcastically “whatever shall we do to pass the time?” she asked the question in all innocence, not knowing enough about this man she was sharing her bed with in respect of his hobbies, as other than rather basic sex he was a total stranger!
They decided to ring their opposite numbers, Ernest though beat them to it… they put the phone on speaker and sat together all four in a conference call to beat all calls, all finding themselves in a pretty similar situation, both had food, were isolated and reasonably set up for the virus.
Gerald said he “would contact work and soon would let them know,” then rang off promising to ring back asp. And he soon did just that, gaining the instruction that they would work from home calling Ernest saying that, “they were to work from home on laptops, each attending a skype conference each weekday at two, Managers would skype one another at one, if necessary, but as to their own present situation, well they must make the most of the opportunity offered, it wasn’t everyday a man had a lovely sexual partner to enjoy with their partners permission so perhaps this was a chance in a lifetime that fate had decreed!”
Cassey, taking the bull by the horns saying, “let`s be honest, we swapped for a weekend, and this looks like it could last a few days, so, I suspect we should use it to enjoy, mines not done badly so far!” there was a moment silence broken by Ernest saying that, “the weekend looked to being a week or two so I agree let`s just enjoy it and not waste this lifetimes opportunity, and to ‘let themselves go’ enjoy one another and play out some of the fantasies he thought they might have, adding that he knew Cassey wanted to enjoy some things he could not bring himself “to enjoy with her!” and with Gerry`s permission that’s what he intended to do with Mary, and as long as there was no long-time damage, which each of the four mumbled agreement too, while Mary implored them to keep a dairy, and enjoy themselves then no-one would feel cheated afterwards!” That agreed they decided to ring in on Friday, or of course if there was an emergency, then with love and kisses ringing in their ears the call was over.
Cassy sat for a moment then fetched a big single page diary she had had as a stocking filler last Christmas and not yet used, “let`s start at the beginning, the day you arrived!” it was not a question…
Carefully they wrote the story so far, Cassy`s neat hand putting it into the written words, those first it must be said mild sexual games, right up to date, the feelings, the horror of the virus… the lusty enjoyment, it all went down and a couple of hours passed, then they sat, not saying a lot for a long while.
It was Gerry that finally broke the silence, “What did he mean, when he said let yourself go, and to see if I would do whatever it was? She blushed, then said quietly, “it was something I wanted to try, and he wouldn’t, or couldn`t bring himself too, even for me! Do you not have hidden fantasies, things you won`t even share with your wife as they seem just too mucky?” He regarded her with a steady gaze then said, “don’t we all?” she smiled nodded then said “Well that’s the stuff Ernest was referring too, I believe he sees this as our one chance in life to live out those fantasies, without the embarrassment to the partner in the marriage, not being present, but like newlyweds on honeymoon, does that make sense?” He said it did, but how were they to go about it, and could she bring herself to share with him her worst fantasies and of course could they trust one another to endure whatever the fantasy is?
She kissed him, tenderly, and with feeling, then said, “I will if you will, but we need to trust one another, perhaps a game each, toss for who`s first something like that, with a vanilla day or two between bouts, especially if this lasts, how does that sound?” They kissed again then he said, “To save embarrassment perhaps we should write down the worst of the fantasy`s, it will add to the build-up of excitement and we can tick them off as we do them, as I`ve one or two I want to try.” Laughing he called her a sexy minx, and that he had a few ideas himself, kissing her passionately and looking deep into her eyes. Her nod said it all, her eyes shining, as she said, “OK! my body is yours then to do with as you please, but not tonight, tonight it`s just about us as ‘young’ lovers’… ok!” he made the same pledge, knowing now this was going to be a fun lockdown! They agreed a safe word, promising each other if it was used to cease instantly.
That being the agreement they had a meal, locked the house, kissed, and hastened off to the marital bed. Tonight, they wanted nothing more of work, the rest of the world, its hateful virus, its problem`s and its hatred… tonight they were going to make love, not use one another, not fuck, like lust filled a****ls, but just make passionate love as they would have as honeymooners wondering what life would throw at them next.
It was on the Wednesday when Cassie came to him with a sheet of folded paper, she put it on the table with a coffee and when he went to open it she stopped him, shaking her head and saying “later”, he nodded, instantly understanding. They had coffee and then went on to the chores, he slipping the paper into what had become “his armchair!”
At 2 he participated in the skype meeting, and by four he was finalising the work he had. So, while she prepared the main meal of the day, he had a read. The note was hand written and finished with kisses, but the content had him reeling.
She begged him to take her prisoner, to use her, interrogate her, urinate on and into her and generally humiliate her for two whole days, 48 hours it said she had always wondered if she could cope, but that it must be sudden, when she was least expecting it and it must be brutal throughout.
Wow, this was serious stuff, he placed it up behind the clock, saying nothing to her and life continued. On Friday after the call to their respective spouses, with the weeks work done, it was going to be the perfect time. By now they had contacted the local shop who had agreed to deliver groceries in exchange for cash, all left at the gate.
This came on the Thursday, so the chances of being disturbed were minimal, he had a few bits available, some cord, a rag or two and he had seen a riding crop hung on the hallstand, the spare room had a beam, he remembered the pictures…
that first one showing her naked from the waist up hung by her wrists in the bedroom from a beam, with a man stood behind her, pinching her nipples hard and she was obviously excited by the sensation! Another had shown her flat footed hung by her wrists, fully naked and in the same room, the man was hauling her labia apart and she was obviously loving it. He had also enjoyed bighting her throat, chewing on her nipples, her labia, and her inner thighs, even leaving teeth-marks. He remembered the ones showing her face had a look of joy and contentment rather than horror or pain, the same when the man whipped her, she just had a look of pained enjoyment.
Gerald licked his lips, could he really do this, at home his own wife hung him each weekend, it was one reason he got drunk on Fridays, knowing what was to come when he got home and that she would be cuckolding him with that damned dog while he hung and endured the discomfort and the rats in the barn! Could he really do this he wondered, but a single glace at his naked companion as she took laundry to the kitchen, said, that lush body was ripe and very willing, and he knew it was a done deal.
Dressed in dressing gowns the received the post, a sad postman knowing what he was missing, taking tea out-side at distance, while imparting gossip. Skype at 2pm, no outstanding work, and the usual Friday call with Ernest and Mary, who sounded chipper so by teatime the deck as Gerald saw it, was clear for action.
The meal was steak and k**ney pudding followed by apple crumble and they settled after it to doze in front of the fire watching the box. Soon cassie dozed off, her snores showing she was well-away. Our little man now rose and with ever stealthy movement his body could raise gently slid the cord over her wrist, then easing the wrists together bound the two together in her lap. She was soon awake, soon finding her sight restricted by the cream carrier bag he had loosely slipped over her head, the green lettering upside down proclaiming it was Marks and Spencer`s finest. A quick struggle showed his best boy scouts knots were good, and that she was going nowhere. He hissed at her “you missy are now my prisoner to do with as I will this weekend, understand!” she nodded. He had her stand, led her to the stairs, and up to the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet and saying, “make good use missy it will be tomorrow when you get the next chance!” he left her to herself, for half an hour in which he locked up and doused lights, adding ropes to beams and collecting the riding crop. Totally ready he returned to his victim, did the necessary wipe and flush, then led her to the readied room raising her hands above her wrapping rags round the wrists and attaching the hanging ropes so as not to hurt her.
He removed the hood, she saying it was hot and steamy, which jogged his memory of some distant discipline he had seen on hamster. He hissed her to silence, then said quietly with a menace in his voice, “You are here for the night missy, I shall return at intervals, luckily for you I get up to piss every couple of hours, but if you speak or wake me, I shall add a gag, tomorrow begins with a ten stroke whipping so think on, oh and before I go this little bucket between your feet is to catch anything you can`t hold and I warn you if its filled I shall double the whipping at dawn,” he added “goodnight” and after putting out the light and blowing her kiss went off to their bed to watch the TV!
In darkness now and hung from a beam she contemplated her position stood comfortably on her flat feet arms up but not under excessive stress all she had to do was to stand still for the next few hours… simples…
News bulletins on the TV, that one eyed monster in the corner of the living room that was now so important, explained it all in graphic detail, the symptoms, the NHS`s role, factories closing , (not that that mattered to a couple in the remote countryside of Kent who were happily tucked away in a s**ttered cottage up a leafy lane!) transport shutting down, shops closing and town streets deserted… it was all a doomsday fantasy!
A moment of reality stuck, they sat looking at each other Gerald and Cassy feeling stunned… they had a new word… “Lockdown…” it seemed sort of shocking, a “This is all happening to someone else sort of effect!
But for them what had begun as a week`s sexy romp was turning into something much more though, suddenly casual sex had turned into survival with a partner they hardly knew, on an island in a viral sea! Strangely they wondered about relatives, luckily neither of Cassy`s parents were alive now, Ernest her husband had a father in a nursing home, so he was safe! (how wrong can you be!) Gerald was an orphan, and Mary well Mary was the only one with any relatives, a younger brother now in the military serving in Londonderry, who she only heard of at birthdays and Christmas, oh, and an estranged step-sister who she hated, married to a Jewish tailor living in Golders green!
They discussed Ernest and Mary, evaluating their position, Gerald saying that ‘they’ would be fairly safe from the virus, again the small holding being just far enough from the village to be safe, and as long as they kept things to a minimum, contact-wise they should be OK, and as they had a supply of goats milk, and a reasonable stock of food… well that would all be fine… wouldn’t it?
They checked their own larder, yes, a good week or more they could easily last, just from tins, as long as they did not banquet too heavily! Reports of folk stripping shops, a bog roll shortage…stuff like that, they being preoccupied, it meant for a while sex was not mentioned, just practicalities, but it reared its head again that evening when they had had their meal. Cassy it was that unwittingly raised the subject, by remarking sarcastically “whatever shall we do to pass the time?” she asked the question in all innocence, not knowing enough about this man she was sharing her bed with in respect of his hobbies, as other than rather basic sex he was a total stranger!
They decided to ring their opposite numbers, Ernest though beat them to it… they put the phone on speaker and sat together all four in a conference call to beat all calls, all finding themselves in a pretty similar situation, both had food, were isolated and reasonably set up for the virus.
Gerald said he “would contact work and soon would let them know,” then rang off promising to ring back asp. And he soon did just that, gaining the instruction that they would work from home calling Ernest saying that, “they were to work from home on laptops, each attending a skype conference each weekday at two, Managers would skype one another at one, if necessary, but as to their own present situation, well they must make the most of the opportunity offered, it wasn’t everyday a man had a lovely sexual partner to enjoy with their partners permission so perhaps this was a chance in a lifetime that fate had decreed!”
Cassey, taking the bull by the horns saying, “let`s be honest, we swapped for a weekend, and this looks like it could last a few days, so, I suspect we should use it to enjoy, mines not done badly so far!” there was a moment silence broken by Ernest saying that, “the weekend looked to being a week or two so I agree let`s just enjoy it and not waste this lifetimes opportunity, and to ‘let themselves go’ enjoy one another and play out some of the fantasies he thought they might have, adding that he knew Cassey wanted to enjoy some things he could not bring himself “to enjoy with her!” and with Gerry`s permission that’s what he intended to do with Mary, and as long as there was no long-time damage, which each of the four mumbled agreement too, while Mary implored them to keep a dairy, and enjoy themselves then no-one would feel cheated afterwards!” That agreed they decided to ring in on Friday, or of course if there was an emergency, then with love and kisses ringing in their ears the call was over.
Cassy sat for a moment then fetched a big single page diary she had had as a stocking filler last Christmas and not yet used, “let`s start at the beginning, the day you arrived!” it was not a question…
Carefully they wrote the story so far, Cassy`s neat hand putting it into the written words, those first it must be said mild sexual games, right up to date, the feelings, the horror of the virus… the lusty enjoyment, it all went down and a couple of hours passed, then they sat, not saying a lot for a long while.
It was Gerry that finally broke the silence, “What did he mean, when he said let yourself go, and to see if I would do whatever it was? She blushed, then said quietly, “it was something I wanted to try, and he wouldn’t, or couldn`t bring himself too, even for me! Do you not have hidden fantasies, things you won`t even share with your wife as they seem just too mucky?” He regarded her with a steady gaze then said, “don’t we all?” she smiled nodded then said “Well that’s the stuff Ernest was referring too, I believe he sees this as our one chance in life to live out those fantasies, without the embarrassment to the partner in the marriage, not being present, but like newlyweds on honeymoon, does that make sense?” He said it did, but how were they to go about it, and could she bring herself to share with him her worst fantasies and of course could they trust one another to endure whatever the fantasy is?
She kissed him, tenderly, and with feeling, then said, “I will if you will, but we need to trust one another, perhaps a game each, toss for who`s first something like that, with a vanilla day or two between bouts, especially if this lasts, how does that sound?” They kissed again then he said, “To save embarrassment perhaps we should write down the worst of the fantasy`s, it will add to the build-up of excitement and we can tick them off as we do them, as I`ve one or two I want to try.” Laughing he called her a sexy minx, and that he had a few ideas himself, kissing her passionately and looking deep into her eyes. Her nod said it all, her eyes shining, as she said, “OK! my body is yours then to do with as you please, but not tonight, tonight it`s just about us as ‘young’ lovers’… ok!” he made the same pledge, knowing now this was going to be a fun lockdown! They agreed a safe word, promising each other if it was used to cease instantly.
That being the agreement they had a meal, locked the house, kissed, and hastened off to the marital bed. Tonight, they wanted nothing more of work, the rest of the world, its hateful virus, its problem`s and its hatred… tonight they were going to make love, not use one another, not fuck, like lust filled a****ls, but just make passionate love as they would have as honeymooners wondering what life would throw at them next.
It was on the Wednesday when Cassie came to him with a sheet of folded paper, she put it on the table with a coffee and when he went to open it she stopped him, shaking her head and saying “later”, he nodded, instantly understanding. They had coffee and then went on to the chores, he slipping the paper into what had become “his armchair!”
At 2 he participated in the skype meeting, and by four he was finalising the work he had. So, while she prepared the main meal of the day, he had a read. The note was hand written and finished with kisses, but the content had him reeling.
She begged him to take her prisoner, to use her, interrogate her, urinate on and into her and generally humiliate her for two whole days, 48 hours it said she had always wondered if she could cope, but that it must be sudden, when she was least expecting it and it must be brutal throughout.
Wow, this was serious stuff, he placed it up behind the clock, saying nothing to her and life continued. On Friday after the call to their respective spouses, with the weeks work done, it was going to be the perfect time. By now they had contacted the local shop who had agreed to deliver groceries in exchange for cash, all left at the gate.
This came on the Thursday, so the chances of being disturbed were minimal, he had a few bits available, some cord, a rag or two and he had seen a riding crop hung on the hallstand, the spare room had a beam, he remembered the pictures…
that first one showing her naked from the waist up hung by her wrists in the bedroom from a beam, with a man stood behind her, pinching her nipples hard and she was obviously excited by the sensation! Another had shown her flat footed hung by her wrists, fully naked and in the same room, the man was hauling her labia apart and she was obviously loving it. He had also enjoyed bighting her throat, chewing on her nipples, her labia, and her inner thighs, even leaving teeth-marks. He remembered the ones showing her face had a look of joy and contentment rather than horror or pain, the same when the man whipped her, she just had a look of pained enjoyment.
Gerald licked his lips, could he really do this, at home his own wife hung him each weekend, it was one reason he got drunk on Fridays, knowing what was to come when he got home and that she would be cuckolding him with that damned dog while he hung and endured the discomfort and the rats in the barn! Could he really do this he wondered, but a single glace at his naked companion as she took laundry to the kitchen, said, that lush body was ripe and very willing, and he knew it was a done deal.
Dressed in dressing gowns the received the post, a sad postman knowing what he was missing, taking tea out-side at distance, while imparting gossip. Skype at 2pm, no outstanding work, and the usual Friday call with Ernest and Mary, who sounded chipper so by teatime the deck as Gerald saw it, was clear for action.
The meal was steak and k**ney pudding followed by apple crumble and they settled after it to doze in front of the fire watching the box. Soon cassie dozed off, her snores showing she was well-away. Our little man now rose and with ever stealthy movement his body could raise gently slid the cord over her wrist, then easing the wrists together bound the two together in her lap. She was soon awake, soon finding her sight restricted by the cream carrier bag he had loosely slipped over her head, the green lettering upside down proclaiming it was Marks and Spencer`s finest. A quick struggle showed his best boy scouts knots were good, and that she was going nowhere. He hissed at her “you missy are now my prisoner to do with as I will this weekend, understand!” she nodded. He had her stand, led her to the stairs, and up to the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet and saying, “make good use missy it will be tomorrow when you get the next chance!” he left her to herself, for half an hour in which he locked up and doused lights, adding ropes to beams and collecting the riding crop. Totally ready he returned to his victim, did the necessary wipe and flush, then led her to the readied room raising her hands above her wrapping rags round the wrists and attaching the hanging ropes so as not to hurt her.
He removed the hood, she saying it was hot and steamy, which jogged his memory of some distant discipline he had seen on hamster. He hissed her to silence, then said quietly with a menace in his voice, “You are here for the night missy, I shall return at intervals, luckily for you I get up to piss every couple of hours, but if you speak or wake me, I shall add a gag, tomorrow begins with a ten stroke whipping so think on, oh and before I go this little bucket between your feet is to catch anything you can`t hold and I warn you if its filled I shall double the whipping at dawn,” he added “goodnight” and after putting out the light and blowing her kiss went off to their bed to watch the TV!
In darkness now and hung from a beam she contemplated her position stood comfortably on her flat feet arms up but not under excessive stress all she had to do was to stand still for the next few hours… simples…
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