Erotic Fiction Edition One - "The Captive Gardener"

Neil was within a week of his 18th birthday and had answered the advertisement for a weekend gardener in the local paper so that he could get some money to spend on a birthday outing he was planning. The job entailed spending the Saturday and Sunday in Esher, some 20 miles from his parents house in Godstone. He didn't mind because the lady had offered him accommodation overnight and was paying him well for a long day's work. Miss Jones was a divorced lady of some substantial means who lived in a huge house on the outskirts of Esher. The garden and grounds were walled in for privacy and were extensive, with different sections of the garden given over to different styles of planting. Wooden benches, trellises, ladders and tables were liberally dotted around the garden and many had brass hooks and ring bolts fitted as additional decoration.

Neil's initial interview had gone well. Miss Jones was a very good looking thirty year old blond woman. She was slim and very attractive, with a ready smile and stunning legs. She had received him in the conservatory of the house where she had been reading and drinking lemonade in the heat of the English summer afternoon. She was wearing cotton shorts and a white silk blouse open at the neck, which was tight where her breasts swelled and tented the silky fabric with large brown nipples. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a clearly very expensive white silk headscarf, which was tied in the style that Grace Kelly had made so popular. "To protect my hair from the sun, darling." she had said as she saw Neil wondering why a scarf was necessary on such a hot day. She looked gorgeous and Neil wondered if those tales of the gardener making it with the lady of the house ever came true in reality.

That was last week however, and he now knelt at the flowerbed beneath the conservatory, one eye on the roses he was trying to prune and the other on the lissome shape of Mrs Jones draped over a recliner on the patio. She was wearing the same white silk scarf wrapped sensuously around her head and face and the blouse that she had on last week, but had added a bright red silk cravat around her neck which shimmered as the lustrous material caught the sun. He could not take his eyes off the vision of beauty that adorned the patio and it was not long before Miss Jones noticed.

"Neil. Why don't you take a break and come up and share some lemonade with me. You look very hot and sweaty down there."

"Thank you Miss Jones. I'd like that", he said as he got to his feet and walked over to the patio. "Sit down and have a glass of this", she said, "and do call me Serena, It's all very formal calling me Miss Jones. There will be a time for that later." Neil wondered what she meant by that last remark but took the proffered glass and perched on the edge of a wooden patio chair, all slats and brass fittings. "I notice that you have been watching me while you dig. Is there anything wrong Neil?" Neil was embarrassed at being found out. "No, not at all. In fact I think you are terrific", and struggling to find something to compliment her on, blurted out,"And I think your scarf and cravat suit you perfectly."

"Why thank you Neil", said Serena, pretending not to notice his discomfort. "Let me show it to you".  She raised her hands behind her head and carefully untied the knot holding the silk square in place, allowing the exotic material to fall forward and frame her perfect face. Her long blond hair, unbound from the confines of the rich silk, feel free about her shoulders. Drawing the scarf off her head she handed the white silk to Neil.

"It's a Hermes scarf from Paris and one of my favorites. Do you like the feel of it?" Neil fondled the rich silk twill between his fingers and noted how smooth and cool the silk was to the touch.

"Yes, indeed Serena, it is a beautiful scarf". "Good. I'm glad that you like it because I have a little idea. I need to show you the room you will be sleeping in tonight but I think I have had enough of you ogling me for the moment, so I think it might be quite fun if I led you through the house as if we were playing blind man's bluff, don't you?"

Neil was not sure what she was talking about but did not want to disappoint his hostess, "However you wish Serena".

"Good. There is only one slight problem. Your clothes are all covered in soil and my deep pile carpets will get covered in dirt. Why don't you slip your clothes off out here and you can put them on again when we come back down. Its OK. No-one will see you, we're very secluded here".

Neil felt a slight stirring at this turn of events but needed no second bidding from the very attractive mistress of the house. Dropping the white silk scarf in a pool of liquid silk on the table, he slowly removed his shirt and socks. As he carefully and somewhat hesitant removed his Levis, Serena noticed with satisfaction that he was wearing a pair of green silk thong briefs and it was clear from the bulge in the silk that Neil was starting to enjoy this phase of her plan.

"Splendid Neil. Now, why don't I blindfold you and we can go inside". As Neil had been removing his soiled clothes Serena had been folding the white Hermes into a band of rich silk about five inches wide. She picked it up and went behind Neil, who did not really know where to put himself. He was so self conscious at being almost naked in front of this beautiful woman that he just stood still as Serena lifted the folded scarf over his head and pulled it gently but firmly against the contours of his face. The width of the bandage meant that it covered most of his face, from high on his forehead to just above his lips. As Serena pulled on the ends of the scarf Neil's nose was buried in the rich silk and he breathed in the delicate but intoxicating perfume that Serena had been wearing. The bulge in his thong briefs got a little larger and he felt even more embarrassed. The scarf was pulled tighter than Neil had anticipated at the back of his neck and then Serena took the loose ends in front of his face and tied them in a further tight knot just above the bridge of his nose. Neil could now see absolutely nothing and was finding breathing more difficult as the rich silk was sucked into his nose each time he breathed in. It was a very effective blindfold and muffler Neil realized, far more effective than was needed for a game of blind man's bluff he thought.

"There. You look just splendid. Let me lead you by the hand so you don't fall over. We wouldn't want you to do that just yet would we".  Neil was yet again surprised by Serena's turn of phrase, but grasped the warm delicate hand as he felt her fingers firmly entwine in his and allowed himself to be led in through the French doors. As they moved slowly through the house, he could feel the thick pile beneath his feet and the cool air-conditioning which prevented the thick silk bandage across his face from getting too hot.

"Here we are", said Serena some minutes and two flights of stairs later. "This is your room. I'm glad you like silk because this room has special silk sheets and pillow cases". Serena guided Neil forward so that he could sit on the edge of the large iron bed that dominated the room. He felt the cool silk on his backside and he raised his hands to untie the blindfold so that he could see the room where he was to spend the night.

"No Neil. Leave that on for a moment. You clearly enjoy the feel of silk. Why don't you just lay down for a moment and luxuriate in the feel of the sheets. Sensations are so much more sensitive when you can't see, don't you think?"

Neil wasn't sure, but nevertheless he lay down on the bed and maneuvered himself into what he took to be the center of the King size bed.

"There, that's better. Let me draw the sheets around you a bit so that you will get a feel for what it's like to be snuggled up later on tonight". Neil wasn't at all sure where this was leading and felt distinctly uneasy about the turn of events, but the feel of the cool silk on his skin was tremendously sensuous and he was reluctant to spoil the moment with a crass question, so he lay still with his arms to his side as Serena took one side of the white silk sheet and folded it across his body before tucking the ends in tightly beneath him. She then repeated the process with the other side of the rich silk sheet before tightly tucking in the loose silk. The sheet reached up to his neck and Serena wrapped the voluminous silk around his neck several times. "Just to make sure you are snug", she said as she finished the wrapping at the neck and moved to his feet. Here she wrapped his feet securely in the swathes of silk and folded the excess underneath his body. In no more than about a minute she had expertly mummy wrapped Neil in the huge white silk sheet and she stood back to survey her handiwork.

"There Neil, how does that feel?"

"I love the feeling Miss Jones", he said, reverting to her full title in recognition of his somewhat compromising and embarrassing position, "but I don't think I can move at all."

"Really!", she exclaimed, as she reached under the bed and drew out a pile of richly colored silk scarves, some of which were already folded. "Well isn't that interesting".

Taking a wide band of folded silk she reached up to Neil's neck and swiftly tied the band over the folds of silk bunched around Neil's neck thus ensuring that the cocoon she had made could not unravel. Before Neil had a chance to exclaim or to ask what was going on, she had done the same at his feet where a long silk scarf bound around his ankles ensured the cocoon remained in place.

"What are you doing Miss Jones. I think I would like to get back to the gardening now if that's OK."

"No it's not OK you disgusting pervert". Her voice had suddenly taken on a frightening new edge and she was clearly very angry. "How dare you keep ogling and staring at me when you should be gardening. I'm fed up with being treated as a sex symbol by people like you and I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget".

"Look, I'm awfully sorry and I promise I won't look at you again, but could you let me go now?" He added a quiet "please" in the hope that Serena would relent. But it was not to be.

"I'm also fed up with your bleating and self conscious moaning. It's time your foul mouth was firmly gagged", she said with a new vehemence in her voice as she took a large red and gold silk scarf and shook out the folds before balling it up in her hand. Before Neil had a chance to appreciate the meaning of her words, she had leant over the white silk swathed mummy that was Neil and tightly gripped his nose under the silk blindfold with finger and thumb, cutting off what little air he had been able to get through the tight silk bandage. Neil immediately started to struggle and opened his mouth wide to suck in much needed air. Serena seized her chance and forced the silken gag stuffing deep into his mouth, poking it deep into every corner of his mouth. Only when the last corner of red silk had disappeared into his mouth did she release her grip on Neil's nose, allowing him to draw in what air he could through his silk covered nose.

"Stop your pathetic snivelling and snuffling", Serena said with a sneer. "If you stop bouncing around you'll be able to breathe easier. And don't think I am going to take it out if you choke. In fact, I'm going to make sure you can't take it out at all" And she took a thick rolled white silk square, tied a large knot in the centre and forced the knot deep into Neil's mouth, pushing the mouth stuffing deeper towards the back of his mouth. She pulled it tight between his lips before lifting his silk swathed head and binding it tightly in place with a double knot behind his head.

"There. I think that will keep you quiet for a while. I may need to add to the gag later but we will see how we go first. Incidentally you won't need your clothes again this weekend, and you won't be doing much gardening either. You will be much too tied up for that".

With Neil now starting to panic from the severe gagging and the heavy silk wrapping around his face, Serena set to work to secure Neil to the bed. Before she did so however, she stripped one of the large white silk pillowcases off from one of the pillows and pulled it down over Neil's head like a hood. The oversized silk pillowcase slipped easily over the tightly wrapped silk sheet and she pulled it firmly down to below his waist, trapping his arms against his sides even more tightly than before and completely enclosing his head and shoulders in a hood of the finest white silk. She then took some coils of cotton rope from under the bed and proceeded to tightly wrap the mummified body in evenly spaced tight coils of rope. Starting with the centre of each coil of rope, she wrapped  coils of rope around the silk covered body, pulling tight after each turn. When she was left with about five feet of loose rope at each end of the coil she attached the long loose ends to the brass rings at either side of the bed and hauled in firmly so that the loops around Neil's body tightened, squeezing him tight as it held him firm to the mattress. Each end was knotted at the brass hook, ensuring that Neil's body was firmly roped to the mattress and bed. She repeated this process with a further five coils of rope, binding him at ankles, knees, thighs, waist and chest, trapping his arms even tighter against his sides. Satisfied that his body and the bed were now as one, she tied a final coil of rope around his ankles and secured them to the brass hook at the base of the bed frame. The rope coils extended all the way up to Neil's shoulders so the only movement he had left was a small amount of movement of his head underneath the muffling layers of the silk blindfold, gag and silk pillowcase. The very muffled sounds of anguish could barely be heard from the silk swathed head and Serena looked at her tightly wrapped silken mummy with undisguised glee.

"Oh yes, young man. This is just the beginning. You're going to be very sorry that you ogled me, very sorry indeed! I'm going to leave you here for a few hours to reflect on the crime you have committed. When I come back you will willingly submit to be my slave for as long as I choose to keep you captive."

A muffled and angry denial emerged from behind the muffling white silk that swathed Neil's face and gagged him so securely.

"Oh yes you will. The alternative is that I take you back downstairs, still naked, hogtie you tightly on the patio and gag you securely. I will then call the police and tell them a story about a sex crazed young gardner who forced himself upon me. One who had spent the whole afternoon ogling me and staring lasciviously at me. Who had then come up on to the patio and helped himself to my lemonade whilst making lewd suggestions. When I tried to end the conversation and make him leave, he started to remove his clothes saying he was going to show me a good time. By this time I was frightened and made to stand up and run inside but he lunged at me and grabbed the scarf from my head, shouting obscenities at me. I was naturally scared and reacted in the only way I know how. I kicked him hard in the balls and he collapsed on the patio where I took the opportunity to tie him up with some garden twine he had been using to tend the roses. I went inside to ring the police and when I came out he was ranting and raving and screaming obscenities at me, so I gagged him with my scarf to keep him quiet while I waited for you to arrive officer."

"I hope you recognize the rapist Neil, because it's you. Your fingerprints are on the glass of lemonade, your clothes are in a pile on the patio and you have handled my silk scarf. Who do you think the police are going to believe; a respectable widow or a coarse, foul mouthed young man like you. Of course you won't be able to get your side of the story out until I have finished because you will be chewing on another of my silk scarves. By the time it comes to your side of the story, no-one will be interested in hearing it. I'm going to leave you now for a few hours to consider your position. I have no doubt that while I am away you will struggle against the silk that binds you. They all do! Not only will you remain as tightly tied as you are now but you will work up a real sweat under all that silk. The silk scarves I have used to blindfold and gag you will become damp and sticky with the sweat and fear of what I am going to do to you later today. You will find it even more difficult to breathe as the damp silk sucks against your skin, and believe me, even though I have told you all this, and warn you against struggling, in a few hours you will be in a real state, and ready to do whatever I demand of you. Sweet struggles".

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