Policewoman Browns day in the office
Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2017 6:12 pm
Policewoman Browns day in the office
by Lord-Storm,
1968 Bedfordshire
"There not to tight" said the grey eyed man as he cinched the knot holding Policewoman Sammie Browns sheer dark nylon seamed stocking ankles together. The young pretty constable looked back at him with a look of resignation in her beautiful blue eyes and nodded her head from side to side "Uh urmm" came her muffled reply, the tight white cloth tied over her lushes red lips and knotted tightly at the back of her neck, just below her blonde neatly pinned hair, holding the wading into a well stuffed, gagged mouth.
"Good we don't want to hurt you, just keep you from escaping and getting help" he replied admiring his rope work and trying not to get excited by the young woman constables current predicament and state of dress, or maybe that should be undress.
The blonde policewoman thought that escape was now a bit unlikely, on account that she now sat gagged and tightly bound in the factory office on a padded hardwood chair, wearing her stockings, pink frilly knickers and a hip hugging white nylon open bottom girdle, the suspender straps tugging at her thick black stocking welts, firm thighs held together by rope which also encompassed her legs above the the knees and around shapely calves, what limited movement of her legs eliciting the soft rustle of sheer gossamer against gossamer. Young officer Browns arms were pulled back behind the chair at an angle, where her crossed wrist were bound. Under the white nylon bullet bra she wore, holding two firm round 34D breast, yet more rope held her arms tightly to her curvy body and the loops above her girdles waistband and across bra strapped shoulders pinned both arms and herself securely to the chair, where they had been passed around both.
"You sit there like a good girl and we'll soon be gone, then someone will eventually find you" he said. Although his lower face was hidden by a neck scarf, Sammie felt if she did as she was told, everything would be OK , after all he had tied her up tight, but not painfully. She bounced her shoe less stocking feet on the office carpet, as he left.
On the office table lay her neatly stacked and folded uniform, cap, whistle and shoes, where it had been placed, so at least she would have clothes once she was rescued.
She had disturbed what she thought was a couple of dodgy fella's inside the warehouse loading a van and was about to get assistance when a gloved hand had covered her mouth, then a strong arm had pinned her arms to her tight dark blue tunic, the blonde Police woman's blue eyes widening as she was grabbed. Another figure appeared in front of her, putting a finger to his lips and shushed her, Sammie's initial moans for help faded as now she was outnumbered 4 to 1.
"Bring the pretty little girl copper inside" said the man, who had dark brown eyes.
"What now" asked one man.
"Take her into the office and tie her up and gag her" then looking at the slim pretty constable he added "but get her to strip off her uniform first, she'll be easier to tie up in her underwear and a bit more reluctant to give us any grief or try and escape" he laughed.
Sammie had found herself in the hands of the grey eyed man and an accomplice, who watched, as at gunpoint, Wpc Brown was forced to undress, as bindings and a chair were prepared, she begged them " please don't make me strip" but her pleas fell on deaf ears and she began removing her clothes. She placed her peak cap and leather gloves on the office desk, then unclipping her whistle, she unbuttoned the figure hugging tunic, next came the black tie, before she unfastened the skirt and drew down the zipper, sliding the serge garment down nylon clad legs. As she undressed her mouth was stuffed and cloth tied over to gag her and Sammie knew no one would hear. As she undid the cuffs and front buttons, of her crisp white cotton uniform shirt, pulled taut over her bust, Sammie's bullet bra cleavage having now been revealed, the pretty constable slid off the blouse, followed by the silky half slip and had flushed as pink as her panties, covering her bust with both arms, before being forced onto the chair and tied up in her stockings and tight underclothes.
Now as she watched the grey eyed man leave, she struggled helplessly against her bonds, until exhausted she realised the futility of situation and settled in for the embarrassment of awaiting rescue, striped of her uniform with her stockings and undies on display and she sighed forlornly as the villains drove away.
by Lord-Storm,
1968 Bedfordshire
"There not to tight" said the grey eyed man as he cinched the knot holding Policewoman Sammie Browns sheer dark nylon seamed stocking ankles together. The young pretty constable looked back at him with a look of resignation in her beautiful blue eyes and nodded her head from side to side "Uh urmm" came her muffled reply, the tight white cloth tied over her lushes red lips and knotted tightly at the back of her neck, just below her blonde neatly pinned hair, holding the wading into a well stuffed, gagged mouth.
"Good we don't want to hurt you, just keep you from escaping and getting help" he replied admiring his rope work and trying not to get excited by the young woman constables current predicament and state of dress, or maybe that should be undress.
The blonde policewoman thought that escape was now a bit unlikely, on account that she now sat gagged and tightly bound in the factory office on a padded hardwood chair, wearing her stockings, pink frilly knickers and a hip hugging white nylon open bottom girdle, the suspender straps tugging at her thick black stocking welts, firm thighs held together by rope which also encompassed her legs above the the knees and around shapely calves, what limited movement of her legs eliciting the soft rustle of sheer gossamer against gossamer. Young officer Browns arms were pulled back behind the chair at an angle, where her crossed wrist were bound. Under the white nylon bullet bra she wore, holding two firm round 34D breast, yet more rope held her arms tightly to her curvy body and the loops above her girdles waistband and across bra strapped shoulders pinned both arms and herself securely to the chair, where they had been passed around both.
"You sit there like a good girl and we'll soon be gone, then someone will eventually find you" he said. Although his lower face was hidden by a neck scarf, Sammie felt if she did as she was told, everything would be OK , after all he had tied her up tight, but not painfully. She bounced her shoe less stocking feet on the office carpet, as he left.
On the office table lay her neatly stacked and folded uniform, cap, whistle and shoes, where it had been placed, so at least she would have clothes once she was rescued.
She had disturbed what she thought was a couple of dodgy fella's inside the warehouse loading a van and was about to get assistance when a gloved hand had covered her mouth, then a strong arm had pinned her arms to her tight dark blue tunic, the blonde Police woman's blue eyes widening as she was grabbed. Another figure appeared in front of her, putting a finger to his lips and shushed her, Sammie's initial moans for help faded as now she was outnumbered 4 to 1.
"Bring the pretty little girl copper inside" said the man, who had dark brown eyes.
"What now" asked one man.
"Take her into the office and tie her up and gag her" then looking at the slim pretty constable he added "but get her to strip off her uniform first, she'll be easier to tie up in her underwear and a bit more reluctant to give us any grief or try and escape" he laughed.
Sammie had found herself in the hands of the grey eyed man and an accomplice, who watched, as at gunpoint, Wpc Brown was forced to undress, as bindings and a chair were prepared, she begged them " please don't make me strip" but her pleas fell on deaf ears and she began removing her clothes. She placed her peak cap and leather gloves on the office desk, then unclipping her whistle, she unbuttoned the figure hugging tunic, next came the black tie, before she unfastened the skirt and drew down the zipper, sliding the serge garment down nylon clad legs. As she undressed her mouth was stuffed and cloth tied over to gag her and Sammie knew no one would hear. As she undid the cuffs and front buttons, of her crisp white cotton uniform shirt, pulled taut over her bust, Sammie's bullet bra cleavage having now been revealed, the pretty constable slid off the blouse, followed by the silky half slip and had flushed as pink as her panties, covering her bust with both arms, before being forced onto the chair and tied up in her stockings and tight underclothes.
Now as she watched the grey eyed man leave, she struggled helplessly against her bonds, until exhausted she realised the futility of situation and settled in for the embarrassment of awaiting rescue, striped of her uniform with her stockings and undies on display and she sighed forlornly as the villains drove away.