Leather
Families
You know, there
was a time when wearing leather in public meant you were either a biker, or you
had very special tastes in relaxation. That was certainly the case when I was a
young lad, but over the years it has become a more common occurrence and what
is more,, you find that daughters (and some sons) want to be like their mother
(or father) in the way they dress.
As a burglar, I
have to be prepared to make sure if I am interrupted,
or I find someone at home when I arrive, they cannot prevent me going about my
unlawful business and no, I have no qualms in tying up and silencing younger
girls as well. Often one or other are wearing leather as well - and then I have to make sure how they are secured and silenced does not
cross any unwanted lines.
Case in point
this was in Golder’s Green, an area not known for dressing in an immodest way.
Which is why it was such a surprise when the mother and daughter surprised me
as I was searching the front room of their home.
The mother had
short dark brown hair and was wearing a black leather biker jacket over a short
sleeved black top, tight leather leggings, and black high heels. Her daughter
had long, lighter brown hair, and also had a black
leather jacket on over a black dress with a short sleeved top and a black
skirt, with black ballet slippers.
As you can
imagine, they were surprised to see me, but I soon persuaded them that to do
exactly what I told them to do was a good idea. I told them each to take a
chair from the dining table and set it in the middle of the room, and then to
sit down with their hands on their heads.
I dealt with
the daughter first taking her hands between the slats of the chair back, I
taped them together with duct tape, and then taped her body to the chair back.
I then taped her ankles together, and her lap to the seat of the chair, before
taking care of her mother.
For her, I
taped her wrist to the back of the chair, and then made two bands of tape to
hold her to the chair back, before taping her ankles to the front legs of the
chair. Strips of tape over their mouths made sure they stayed nice and quiet,
while I finished my search and then made my escape.
The fact girls
like to dress like their mothers can sometimes lead to the fact they want to be
the same in every way even if they are young. I remember this flat in
Kensington when I went into the bedroom to search for jewellery and found the
young lady who lived there with her daughters they were twelve and ten, but
what struck me as they were almost identically dressed.
They all had on
black leather leggings with leather jackets and peach coloured trainers on
their bare feet. They also had leather jackets on the mother had hers open to
show the light blue top she was wearing, and the ten-year-old was wearing a
peach top. The older girl had her jacket fastened up but they all saw me, all
saw the ropes I took out and held in my hand, and then the mother said if I was
going to tie them up, they had to be tied the same way.
I had three
long lengths of rope, so the girls watched as I doubled it over and passed it
round their mother, pulling her arms against her sides, before I told her to
lie in the centre of the bed. They all watched as I crossed and bound her
wrists together, and then took the rope down to secure her ankles together. The
girls looked at their mother as she wriggled round, before I bound them in the
same way and they all still had their dark glasses on, the girls with heart
shaped lenses and the mother a more traditional style.
They talked to
each other as I searched the room, availing myself of the opportunity to take
her valuables, and other items. I then looked at the three of them and told
them I would have to make sure they could not talk for a while. Looking in a
drawer, I found two pairs of ankle socks and balled two of them together,
pushing them gently into the mother’s mouth so that the edges stuck out between
her lips. I used for each of the girls a simple gag, and eventually they would
figure out that they could just push them out, but I was backing on them
realising it would take a while so that I could get away.
The funny thing
was their muffled giggles as they tried to move, and the rope squeaked on their
jackets and leggings. That seemed to relax them more not a bad thing for them,
or for me
Then there was
the kitty cat. I had broken into a house in Wimbledon, but I had foolishly not
checked to see if anyone was home firs t- which is why I surprised the lady of
the house in the corridor. She had long curled brown hair and was wearing a
black cap sleeved top over a long-sleeved top with black and white stripes,
black leather trousers, and black high heels.
I wasted no
time in grabbing and hand gagging her, telling her not to struggle as she tried
to call out, and dragging her into the front room before I made her lie face
down on the couch, and took her hands behind her back. She was talking all the
time I was securing her wrists together with rope, telling me she’d do as I say
so long as I did not hurt them. But I was so focused on securing her wrists and
ankles I did not pick up on one crucial word there.
And that word
was Them. You see, once I had her ankles secured and rolled her over to ask her
where her purse was, her daughter walked into the room and asked what I was
doing. She had short black hair, held back by a hair band that had a pair of
black cat ears on it, and was wearing the same style of striped top as her
mother under a leather short sleeved dress that buttoned up the front, knee
length white socks and black Doc Marten boots. Her mum told her it was all
right, and I smiled as I said I was going to do the same to her.
I heled her
mother to sit up before I went behind her daughter and took her hands behind
her back, securing her wrists together with the thin white cord I had used on
her mother, before she sat next to her and watched as I made sure her ankles
stayed together as well.
Her mother had
calmed down by this point, and kissed her daughter on the head, telling her
everything was going to be all right. It was a nice scene to see although I had
to curtail their talking by using two rolled up black bandanas as cleave gags
on both of them.
I didn’t bind
them any more than that it was sufficient for the moment, and I was on a
timetable
And then
sometimes you get the family that somehow know the best way to deal with a
visit by me is cooperation. That was true on one of those rare occasions I went
out of London this was a house on the outskirts of Nottingham, and when ‘I went
in I found I was a little early, and the family had not quite left yet. There
was the mother, tall, her hair up in a bun on her head, wearing a black jacket
over a tight top with a deep neckline, tight leggings and black suede Chelsea
boots.
And then there
were her ten- and eight-year-old daughters their hair in little buns, both
wearing a black leather jacket over a leopard print top, black leggings and
black leather Chelsea boots.
They saw me,
saw the gun in my hand, and after staring for a few minutes the girls looked at
their mother. She knelt and hugged them, and then said they were going to do
whatever I said they had to do.
A sensible approach,
as I told the mother to stand up and put her hands behind her back, the girls
watching as I put my bag down, took white rope out, and made sure that her
wrists were securely held together behind her back. They then stood there as I
used a longer rope to make sure their mother’s arms stayed by her sides, and
then she sat down on a couch while I told the girls to sit back-to-back on the
floor.
Once they were
there, I made them link arms and bend their knees, before putting their hands
on their knees. From there, I used some rope to make sure they both had their
wrists held together in front of them, their ankles secured together side by
side, and then their legs below their knees before I tied their wrists to that
rope. As I did this, I let them tell me how they felt, that they were scared,
but they knew I was not going to hurt them if they let me do this.
Let me make it
clear - I have no desire to hurt anyone, but I do need to be firm. But, I did thank them for cooperating before I went and
secured their mother’s ankles and legs as well, and then helped her to lie on
her side before I pressed some white tape down over her mouth.
She watched me
do the same to her daughters, but they smiled under the gags as they watched
their mother, who was watching them. I felt they would be safe, as I started to
search the house and then left them to try and get free
Mind you,
sometimes it’s not the mother who is involved, and sometimes whichever relative
I am visiting gets surprised as well.
This was in
Enfield a nice, normal semi-detached commuter home in which this sixty-year-old
woman lived. When I called, she had long brown hair tinged with grey, and was
wearing a black dress with a scallop skirt that was waist high at the front,
and almost touched the floor at the back. She was, however, also wearing black
leatherette leggings, and white leather ankle boots.
She was also
wearing some very nice ethnic earrings, rings and necklace all of which she
placed in the bag I was holding while I pointed the gun at her with my other
hand. She asked what my intentions were, so I told her what I intended to do
stop her raising the alarm, no more, no less.
So, she walked
with me to her bedroom, where I took from the bag, I had brown ropes and used
them to secure her wrists together behind her back, and her arms to her sides.
I was going to tell her to lie down when we were interrupted.
And that
interruption was by two young girls. One was wearing a black cardigan over a
white top, red leatherette pants and black ankle boots, a black bow tied in her
hair. The other girl had a red bow in her hair and a white cardigan over a
black top, silver leather pants and grey ankle boots.
They looked at
me, and then said “Gran? What’s going on?”
So, their
grandmother - for it was she told them the truth I was robbing her, I was tying
her up, and now I was going to have to tie them up as well. She looked at me,
so I said I did have to do that, but I wasn’t going to do anything else, and
they would be safe.
So it was that
I made sure they both had their wrists secured together behind their backs, and also ropes round their arms and body like their
grandmother, before we all went into the guest bedroom, and they lay face down
on the bed. I then secured their ankles and legs together, before they rolled
over and felt the tug of the silver tape over their mouths.
I told them to
stay there until they heard me leave, and then escorted their grandmother back
to her room, securing her legs and gagging her as she lay on her bed as well
before I took her valuables from her. She then grunted and looked at me, and
looked to the door -I got what she wanted, so I brought her granddaughters in
and lay them on either side of the bed so that they were together, before I
left them alone
And then you
get times like today, when I am really playing happy families. It started with
the man of the house - thirteen years old, long light brown hair, wearing a
checked shirt, black leather trousers and black trainers.
He also had had
a silver chain round his neck but that was in my bag now, because I had
grabbed, and hand gagged him when he opened the door and carried him into the
front room before I ordered him to close the drapes. I had then made him put
his hands behind his back and bound them tightly together with rope, as well as
ropes round his arms and body, before I made him lie face down on the couch,
and secured his ankles and legs together, the legs below his knees.
I had then
pressed a length of white micropore tape down over his mouth as he struggled
there and told him to lie still while I searched the house. He had been left
home alone by his parents most unfortunate for him.
And,
regretfully, unfortunate for his younger sister when she arrived home alone,
probably earlier than expected. She was wearing a dark purple long-sleeved top,
a short black lace skirt, black leather pants and ankle boots. A few minutes
later, she was also wearing the bands of rope around her wrists behind her
back, her arms and body, her ankles, her legs and she was twisting round in the
armchair as I pressed the white tape down over her mouth to keep her quiet as
well.
I then started
to search the house, finding and taking valuables until I heard the front door
open and close, and the scream as I walked back down to find their parents
looking at the, The taller of the two women had long
dark brown hair, and was wearing a tight light brown sweater, black leather
trousers and black trainers. The smaller had lighter brown hair and had on her
own tight jumper this one black black leather pants with elasticated stripes on
the side, and trainers.
They looked at
me, saw they had no choice bot to cooperate, and
asked the boy and girl if they were all right. Both of them
nodded as I told them to face each other and since that time, I have secured
the wrists of each of them together behind the other’s back, bound their arm
sot their sides with rope, and made them kneel down while I secured their
ankles and their legs above their knees.
All through
this, the two of them have been kissing while their children watched so I
separated and tape gagged both of them before they
continued to press their taped lisp together, distracting themselves and also
looking at the kids from time to time as well.
Real quality
family time in my book but I have to get going now
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