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Many of you will have read my stories over the past few years, posted on various websites, including my own below ; will know that I love to see females wearing scarves. This fetish also extends to short skirts, woollen jerseys and thick Lycra or wool and always opaque tights or pantyhose as Silk bondage stories guys call them in the States. This story is my latest, written in late and inspired from reading tons of scarf related bondage stories. I hope you all enjoy this latest tale and feel free to e-mail me your thoughts.

Author: Ed Kilpatrick. EDkBound Gmail. My name is David Kelly and I live on the edge of Cambridgeshire in a modern 21 st century block of flats, or executive apartments as they like to be known in this part of the London commuter belt. My apartment is on Silk bondage stories ground floor and is one of six in a two-by-two, three story configuration. Most of us work in London, using the high speed train link to Kings Cross Station. I was impressed from the first day I met her with her long blonde hair, tight hour-glass glass figure and long legs.

What impressed me about Jennifer the most is the way she dresses. During last winter I often saw her in wool sweater-dresses, or simple tight wool jerseys with a short skirt and her legs clad in the finest black opaque tights.

This all started a few weeks ago when I began to notice Jennifer going out late at night; always a Friday night and her putting a set of keys under the red flower pot that sat to the left of our front door and therefore directly under one of my windows. It was early November and the British winter was fast approaching.

Last Friday I sat up and watched as Jennifer headed towards the park on foot, across from our apartment block and out of site, among the trees. Because of the darkness, I Silk bondage stories to see what she was wearing but what I did notice was the black high-heeled leather boots and a hooded poncho that came to just above the line of her leather boots. It was then I noticed in complete surprise as Jennifer turned herself around and manoeuvred her back to the flower pot and knelt down to allow her hands to escape the hem line of her black fleece poncho.

What caught me by surprise the most was the fact her hands were handcuffed behind her back. Picking up the keys in her clumsy gloved hands, Jennifer first struggled to unlock one of her handcuffs, which then allowed her the freedom to open the outer door to our apartment block, where she disappeared inside immediately. Again at 10PM, I sat in my darkened apartment to watch the beautiful girl next door pop her keys under the red flower pot and head into the darkness.

Again, she wore the same high-heeled leather boots, black hooded fleece poncho and just like last week, her lower face was hidden behind that red wool scarf. I was a law abiding citizen so why was I about to trick my gorgeous neighbour out of her freedom? Anyway, it was now and I had to get a move on if I was to catch Jennifer in the act of self bondage and give her the impression I was actually her knight in shining armour.

I kept my distance and bang on time, the black figure with her lower face covered in red, appeared out of the trees and headed towards our apartment block. I hid behind my car and watched as Jennifer climbed the steps and began her reverse manoeuvre, hoping to pick-up her keys to freedom.

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I had moved the flower pot ever so slightly to the left, which caused Jennifer to knock Silk bondage stories over the side of the steps and into the rose-bush outside my living-room window. As Jennifer stood up, I could see the panic in her eyes, at the realisation that her keys and freedom had now disappeared into a densely populated rose-bush or so she thought.

I approached from the car park and Jennifer froze in fear as she saw a man approach from the dark towards her and our apartment block:. I opened the outer door to our apartment block and followed Jennifer inside. She then stood by the door to my apartment and I ushered her inside ahead of me like any gentleman would do. It only took me a minute to find my torch and as soon as I returned to the living-room Jennifer tried to stand up from the couch, which is easier said than done when your hands are cuffed behind your back. Jennifer then turned to show me that her hands were cuffed behind her back.

She tugged at the fleece poncho in the same fashion she would have used to gain partial freedom to pick up the keys from under the flower pot. I then explained to Jennifer that I have handcuff keys but first I wanted to know if she wanted me to remove the scarf that I assumed was preventing her from speech. Jennifer nodded in agreement and I slowly approached and pulled down the hood of her poncho.

I then saw that her complete lower head and face had been wrapped in the soft red cashmere scarf. I undid the toggles holding the poncho closed and I lifted it off her head and pulled the thick fleece from her body.

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It was then I could see the beauty in front of me. Jennifer was wearing a tight woollen jersey that hugged her body and nicely proportioned breasts. She also wore a tartan mini-skirt in red and black that contrasted very well the blackness of her jersey, thick Lycra opaque tights and high-heeled leather boots. Still wrapped around her lower face was the long red cashmere scarf that Jennifer had wrapped twice around her face and tied below her chin.

I picked at the large knot in the scarf and began to unwrap it from her face, revealing another heavy silk scarf gag. I returned in minutes and directed Jennifer to trun around so I could unlock the silver handcuffs from her black leather gloved hands.

Now this left me with a dilemma.

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I was enjoying myself so you know what I did then! There was nothing she could do but accept her current position. I Silk bondage stories up at one point while thumbing in the thorny rose bush to see my new friend standing at the window watching me with her pert breasts forced forward under the pressure of her arms being pinned behind her back by the locked handcuffs.

I shook my head in frustration and hope that my act would certainly show Jennifer that I was trying but after 20 minutes or so, I headed inside to the heat, empty handed. Jennifer shrugged her shoulders and thanked me for my kindness and told me that she had slept many times with her hands cuffed behind her back and this started out first conversation, which carried on for the next hour while I made some coffee and held the cup up to her mouth while she drank.

At around 2AM, it was time for bed but here was our next challenge. Jennifer announced that she needed to take a leak and I really had no option but to assist her. We headed into the bathroom and I undid her tartan mini-skirt, let it fall to the floor before pulling down her thick black opaque tights, followed by white satin pants and leaving her alone for a few minutes privacy to carry out her business. Luckily she only needed a -one so a quick pat down with a piece of toilet-roll and I was clear to pull up her pants and tights.

Jennifer asked me to leave her skirt off but to help her remove her high heeled leather boots, which I did as soon as we reached my spare bedroom. Morning finally came as the winter sun began to peak through my curtains just after 8AM, added to the rustle of noise coming from next door. Within only a few minutes, standing at my open bedroom door was the gorgeous Jennifer, still covered neck to toe in black and still her arms were pinned behind her back offering me an excellent view of her wool covered tits. I told this bound beauty that it was no problem at all and I directed her into my ensuite and pulling down her tights and pants again, before leaving her alone to take a leak.

As I headed back to bed, Jennifer followed and sat down on my bed beside me. It was just about that time that Jennifer leaned in towards me, loosing balance but the same desired outcome followed as our mouths locked and our first passionate kiss followed with me taking hold of Jennifer and the situation.

As we laughed and laughed, I asked Jennifer if she wanted me to go outside and hunt for the keys in day light. Jennifer explained that she was quite enjoying herself but her arms were quite sore. I then offered to rub her wool covered shoulders and we again broke into a long and very satisfying passionate kiss. It was then I realised that I needed to get into my bedside cabinet at some point to remove the keys first and now Jennifer was lying on my bed, how was I going to do this?

When I returned to the bedroom Jennifer was shocked to see me holding her long red cashmere scarf in my right hand:. I then tied off the scarf at the back of her head before patting Jennifer on the bum and telling her to enjoy herself, while I quickly grabbed the keys from my bedside cabinet and heading for the front door of my apartment.

I opened the door and closed it again, before tip-toeing back to my bedroom door to watch what was going on inside my bedroom. I was rewarded with a show of Jenifer trashing around my king sized double bed, trying to remove the red scarf that covered her entire face. I just stood there for 10 minutes watching as Jennifer tried in vain to get rid of the scarf that blinded her.

After about 15 minutes, she gave up, lying on her side exhausted. I then thought it an appropriate time to tiptoe back to my front door, open it and then close it, heading straight back to my captive neighbour. As soon as Jenifer was free, she pulled the scarf from her face and took hold of me for the first time and we kissed again.

Next she got up, found her skirt and as soon as she pulled it on, she was gone with her keys towards my front door and across the hall to her apartment. That was the last I saw of Jennifer until Sunday morning. She had left in such a rush, that she had forgotten to take her fleece poncho and the two silk scarves that she had used to gag herself so effectively on Friday night. Fuck this girl next door was kinky! Today she was wearing a bright red Lycra catsuit that came from her neck to her toes and even covered her hands with the built in gloves.

She also wore a bright blue dance skirt that flared out around her bright red waist and around her neck she wore a bright blue silk scarf that matched the blue of her dance skirt. The scarf was clearly a large square that had been folded into a triangle Silk bondage stories tied around her slender neck, leaving the triangle folding down from her neck to a point between her tits.

We exchanged pleasantries while sitting in the lounge drinking coffee and talked as if nothing had happened on Friday night. Jennifer reassured me that she was fine after Friday night and thanked once more for taking such good care of her in what certainly was a vulnerable position. I chose an extra long thin silk scarf for her wrists and under my direction, I asked Jennifer to turn around and cross her wrists behind her back.

Using the long silk scarf, I bound her Lycra covered arms as tightly as possible behind her back, without cutting off the circulation. I then asked her to sit down on the edge of her bed while I took another long silk scarf then bound her ankles crossed, which I remembered from my own self bondage experiences, made walking or even hopping completely impossible.

That complete, I untied the large blue silk scarf that Jennifer had wrapped around her neck. I went back to the Silk bondage stories drawer and returned with another very heavy silk square Silk bondage stories, which I now used to hood poor Jennifer. I draped the large blue silk over her head and used the four ends to pull the mass of silk around her neck, tying several knots to hold the silk hood in place. I guess most of you reading this story are anxious to know what I was wearing but then those of you who have read my stories will know by now that my female attire is typically a wool sweater black todayblue short denim skirt and my usual thick black opaque Lycra tights, which hid my hairy male legs.

My silk pants held my stomach taut and the matching silk bra had been packed with a few more pairs of old tights, which gave me an ample pair of breasts. My hands were cuffed behind my back so freedom was a few hours away when my time-locked Silk bondage stories opened next to my bed, allowing me just about enough freedom to remove the keys and unlock my own bondage. Now back to the Silk bondage stories that currently gagged and masked my face:.

Like Jennifer, I liked to use a small silk scarf to pack my mouth, followed by a heavy silk or wool scarf to hold the packing in place. Today I used a long thin silk scarf, wrapped twice around my head and tied at the back. For that extra little added gagging, I tied another large silk square scarf into a thick band and wrapped it around my lower face, again tying it behind my head. The final item to try and feminize myself was my long auburn wig that cascaded down to just below my shoulders. I often spent several hours on a weekend in just this state, feminized and bound to my bed, with absolutely no escape until the timer counted down to zero and I was able to retrieve the keys to the handcuffs that currently pinned my wrists tightly behind my back.

One benefit was I was continuously reminded of Jennifer with the sweet aroma of her perfume that completely drowned the thick red cashmere scarf, which currently engulfed my face. My afternoon therefore went on slowly as the clock counted down and finally I was able to release my own bondage. Once free it was time to head next door so still gagged and masked but free of the leg-irons and handcuffs.

As expected, she was still bound and gagged and lying on her king size bed, just where I left her, two and a half hours before. I Silk bondage stories always been fascinated with straightjackets but had never seen one in real life. Anyway, time was marching on and I had plans for Jennifer so it was time to retrieve some leather ankle cuffs and straps that I could use to attached her ankles to the base of her rot iron, four-poster bed. Jennifer squirmed like a trussed up animal as she realised her new vulnerability with no means to free herself as her hands were still tied tightly behind her back and her legs were spread wide apart and attached via the leather cuffs and straps to opposite corners of her bed.

It was only then that I started to rub my hands all over her red Lycra covered body and down between her thighs, which was clearly what Jennifer craved. I then pulled down the crotch zip on her Lycra catsuit and plunged my fingers into her wet pussy, pealing past the soaking wet satin panties as I moved towards my ultimate goal. As Jennifer came, I slowly removed my fingers from her soaking wet pussy and began to kiss her silk covered head, through the layers of wool and silk that covered my face.

My challenge was therefore how to remove her gag and still keep her blindfolded so I first of all started to remove my own gag. The red cashmere scarf peeled away easily followed by the three silk scarves that covered my face, trapping the balled up mass of soaking wet silk that starved me of speech for the past three hours.

Next I turned my attention to Jennifer. Jennifer then began to quiz me on what I was wearing so I admitted to her that I was cross-dressed and while she was desperate to see how I looked, I explained that I was still not prepared to share this part of my very private life with her. I then pushed Jennifer back onto her back and while lying on her bound wrists, we were both free to kiss each other passionately for what seemed like ages. I normally masturbate and therefore come before removing my female attire at the weekend but in this occasion, I wanted to get back to Jennifer and spend some more time getting to know her and her kinky desires.

She was still blindfolded by the thick band of silk, which had been folder into a triangle and tied over her eyes at the back of her head. She was still wearing the figure-hugging red Lycra catsuit, red leather boots and the blue dance skirt that had been wearing since I went across this morning and put her into her current bondage. I therefore helped Jennifer into the sitting position and picked the knots in the silk scarf that kept her hands bound tightly together behind her back.

As the scarf came loose, Jennifer rubbed the circulation back into her wrists before untying her own blindfold. As soon as the silk was removed from her face, Jennifer through her arms around me and we kissed passionately. We talked about bondage for another hour or so and kissed before Jennifer made some dinner for us both. If you want me to continue this little story, please let me know? EdkBound Gmail.

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