Layover in London
Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 2:34 pm
Layover in London
by Lord-Storm,
Shauna Taylor sat on the edge of the hotel bed in her lacy trimmed purple satin panties and matching bra, the stunning 26 year old brunette pulling the sheer nearly black nylon pantyhose up her long and shapely legs. She stood up pulling the nylon over her hips and allowing the thick waistband to snap gently back against her toned stomach 2" above the that of her briefs, her long dark hair cascading down onto her shoulders, standing in front of the mirror her grey eyes admiring her fit figure, as she applied the red gloss to her moist lips, so as not to get any on the Smart British airways Stewardess uniform laid neatly on the bed. She picked up the White Short sleeved Cotton uniform shirt and sliding it on, began to button it up over her firm 36D cleavage , the material going taut as she finished, then for going a slip, because, she reasoned, the hosiery was control top and she was going to be wearing her uniform, so she could, Shauna stepped into her Dark blue uniform skirt with the narrow white pinstripe pattern, shimmying it up over her legs and hips, before fastening the rear clasp and zipper. The skirt fell to just above her knees and she then neatly tied the red, white and blue satin cravat at the shirts collar and put on the blue waistcoat, then finally she slipped both arms into the Blue figure hugging matching jacket, fastening the three buttons.
Next she slid her silky stocking feet into the shiny black heels by the bed, now all she had to do was pin her dark locks into a neat bun and she placed the pillbox blue hat with the half wing symbol, matching the one on her uniform jacket above her left breast pocket and she was almost ready to go on her first flight and meet the rest of the flight crew. She gave a little twirl and beamed a beautiful smile then putting on her black leather gloves, slung the handbag over her shoulder, grabbed the handle of her wheelie case and closed the hotel door as she made her way to the lift. The door opened and the pretty stewardess stepped inside..........
"Murmm glummpf hurm" the pretty young British Airways stewardess mewled through her gag as one of her three captors looped and then cinched the Knot of the white cotton rope around Shauna Taylors slender ankles. This was not how she had expected to spend her first day as a flight attendant, tied up, gagged and half dressed. Rather embarrassingly her uniform skirt had rucked up revealing the red satin inner liner of her skirt and darker gossamer of the control top of her sheer nearly black pantyhose and the crotch of her purple briefs beneath, the sound of nylon on nylon as she tried to move her tightly bound calves and firm thighs within the confines of her bondage, but the ropes were just too secure. She was looking at her shiny black heels, as she tried to squirm within the restrictive bonds now being tied around her curvy upper body, her hands already going numb from the ropes around her crossed wrist and the restraining ropes above her elbows pushing them together. Both arms were already held against her torso around Shauna's slender waist and now they were tying ropes under her bust and across her cotton shirted chest, the jacket, waistcoat and cravat, along with young Miss Taylors hat now adorning the woman now standing in front of her in dark heels, nylons and blue skirt similar to her own.
"Owrrf" Shauna squealed as the ropes across her body were pulled tight, the affect being that it caused her shirt to pull even tighter over her cleavage popping 2 buttons, now exposing the tops of her perfect well rounded breast, trying to stay within the confines of her skimpy bra, causing her to flush pink as she realised she was being leered at lasciviously. Her protest were muffled by several pairs of balled up ladies cotton panties filling her mouth and now quite wet with saliva, the overlapping wide strips over silver tape, stretched and smoothed over her luscious lips and up her cheeks, holding them in place.
No amount of struggling would loosen her bonds, but she tried anyways staring angrily and mewling at the woman now in most of her clothes. She had been grabbed as she climbed out of the lift, hand gagged and pulled into the maintenance room where she was now being partially stripped by these three individuals.
"Relax Miss Taylor" said the woman in her B/A uniform "we just need your identity so as we can impersonate you to carry out a little job and if your good we may even let you go" she laughed as Shauna let out a deflated sigh from behind her gag.
"How do I look" she asked smiling and the real stewardess vented her feelings. "Right get her into the van and out of the way until we're done." Shauna's struggles were short lived as a damp chloroform soaked cloth was clamped over her nose and as she began to lose consciousness she saw the woman impersonating her leave. Now in an artificial slumber the bound and gagged young stewardess was carried out, placed in the van and driven off for her London layover.
by Lord-Storm,
Shauna Taylor sat on the edge of the hotel bed in her lacy trimmed purple satin panties and matching bra, the stunning 26 year old brunette pulling the sheer nearly black nylon pantyhose up her long and shapely legs. She stood up pulling the nylon over her hips and allowing the thick waistband to snap gently back against her toned stomach 2" above the that of her briefs, her long dark hair cascading down onto her shoulders, standing in front of the mirror her grey eyes admiring her fit figure, as she applied the red gloss to her moist lips, so as not to get any on the Smart British airways Stewardess uniform laid neatly on the bed. She picked up the White Short sleeved Cotton uniform shirt and sliding it on, began to button it up over her firm 36D cleavage , the material going taut as she finished, then for going a slip, because, she reasoned, the hosiery was control top and she was going to be wearing her uniform, so she could, Shauna stepped into her Dark blue uniform skirt with the narrow white pinstripe pattern, shimmying it up over her legs and hips, before fastening the rear clasp and zipper. The skirt fell to just above her knees and she then neatly tied the red, white and blue satin cravat at the shirts collar and put on the blue waistcoat, then finally she slipped both arms into the Blue figure hugging matching jacket, fastening the three buttons.
Next she slid her silky stocking feet into the shiny black heels by the bed, now all she had to do was pin her dark locks into a neat bun and she placed the pillbox blue hat with the half wing symbol, matching the one on her uniform jacket above her left breast pocket and she was almost ready to go on her first flight and meet the rest of the flight crew. She gave a little twirl and beamed a beautiful smile then putting on her black leather gloves, slung the handbag over her shoulder, grabbed the handle of her wheelie case and closed the hotel door as she made her way to the lift. The door opened and the pretty stewardess stepped inside..........
"Murmm glummpf hurm" the pretty young British Airways stewardess mewled through her gag as one of her three captors looped and then cinched the Knot of the white cotton rope around Shauna Taylors slender ankles. This was not how she had expected to spend her first day as a flight attendant, tied up, gagged and half dressed. Rather embarrassingly her uniform skirt had rucked up revealing the red satin inner liner of her skirt and darker gossamer of the control top of her sheer nearly black pantyhose and the crotch of her purple briefs beneath, the sound of nylon on nylon as she tried to move her tightly bound calves and firm thighs within the confines of her bondage, but the ropes were just too secure. She was looking at her shiny black heels, as she tried to squirm within the restrictive bonds now being tied around her curvy upper body, her hands already going numb from the ropes around her crossed wrist and the restraining ropes above her elbows pushing them together. Both arms were already held against her torso around Shauna's slender waist and now they were tying ropes under her bust and across her cotton shirted chest, the jacket, waistcoat and cravat, along with young Miss Taylors hat now adorning the woman now standing in front of her in dark heels, nylons and blue skirt similar to her own.
"Owrrf" Shauna squealed as the ropes across her body were pulled tight, the affect being that it caused her shirt to pull even tighter over her cleavage popping 2 buttons, now exposing the tops of her perfect well rounded breast, trying to stay within the confines of her skimpy bra, causing her to flush pink as she realised she was being leered at lasciviously. Her protest were muffled by several pairs of balled up ladies cotton panties filling her mouth and now quite wet with saliva, the overlapping wide strips over silver tape, stretched and smoothed over her luscious lips and up her cheeks, holding them in place.
No amount of struggling would loosen her bonds, but she tried anyways staring angrily and mewling at the woman now in most of her clothes. She had been grabbed as she climbed out of the lift, hand gagged and pulled into the maintenance room where she was now being partially stripped by these three individuals.
"Relax Miss Taylor" said the woman in her B/A uniform "we just need your identity so as we can impersonate you to carry out a little job and if your good we may even let you go" she laughed as Shauna let out a deflated sigh from behind her gag.
"How do I look" she asked smiling and the real stewardess vented her feelings. "Right get her into the van and out of the way until we're done." Shauna's struggles were short lived as a damp chloroform soaked cloth was clamped over her nose and as she began to lose consciousness she saw the woman impersonating her leave. Now in an artificial slumber the bound and gagged young stewardess was carried out, placed in the van and driven off for her London layover.