The open patio door -short story

‘Your name is Brad?” Madeline spoke seductively into her old time phone with the long cord attached. She liked using it because she could twirl the cord into her fingers tightly. And, she had been a life guard in high school.

“Yes, it’s Brad.” It wasn’t Brad. Actually, his name was Thomas.

“I....this is a first for me to call. Are we going to IM, too? Like at the same time? Because I like reading it, too.” Brad sat as his makeshift desk in the basement of his aunt and uncle’s home. He had agreed to house sit for his relatives while they were away. It also gave him a great place to finish his doctoral thesis.

“Yes, Brad. We will IM, too.” Madeline smiled to herself and to her cat, Tip. The rain outside cooled down her apartment. It was a summer night and she felt the need to leave the door open to the patio outside. Tip had come inside, because, well....cats hate rain.

“Brad...I have next to me several pair of black stockings and a nice silk thong. You know, for the gag.”

There was a long pause. “Brad? You there, Brad?”

Brad, hearing this wonderful voice saying the word ‘gag’ made him push his hand hard on his cock that was now rising quickly inside his jeans.

“Yes, sorry. The gag. Oh, Madeline that sounds so good when you say it.”

“I know Brad. Ok, before we start, did you pay the on-line fee, like I asked?”

“Yes, I just did.” Brad clicked onto a link which confirmed his payment.


“Now, Brad. Instruct me. Tell me what you want me to do. I’m you’re to play with.” Madeline distinctly heard a shuffling noise coming from the outside patio. She turned around to see. There was only the light rain hitting the brick patio. She thought to close the doors, but she had a customer.

‘Do you have those high heels on?” Brad was viewing Madeline’s profile. It showed only her long legs and wearing black patent leather heels.

Madeline looked down at her feet. Yes, she did have them on. She didn’t have to wear them, but, wearing them got her in the mood.

“Yes, I have them on. Now what?”

“I want you to...to...tie your ankles together with the stockings. And your knees too.” Brad said the last part so quickly, that Madeline chuckled.

Madeline tied her ankles tightly with a long stocking. Then she did the same around her knees. She loved bondage and loved to tie herself up.


“Now what?” Madeline twirled the phone cord around her fingers as she admired her work.

“What do you mean?” Brad asked with really not a clue.

‘The gag?” Madeline replied.


“YES! Please. The gag.” Brad slapped his forehead with the flat of his hand. So hard, it left a red mark.

“Panties in mouth and then secure it with another stocking, right?”, Madeline shook her head and giggled. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a shadow. Again, she turned. Nothing. Probably it was Tip.

“Now once I gag myself, I will go to IM. But you will hear me ‘mmmmpphing’ into the phone. Ok?”

At that, Brad had to stand up before he came inside his jeans. Never had he heard those words that he had being dying to her. She was good. Very good.

“Ok.”, his breathing a little more shallow, now.

Madeline pushed two pair of her panties into her mouth. Then using another stocking,she pulled it tight between her lips and tied the stocking off at the back of her head.

‘Can you make that sound for me?” Brad barely got out.

At that very moment a black gloved hand yanked Madeline’s head back against her chair.


”MMMMMMMMMPPPHHHHH!!!”, Madeline screamed out.

“Oh, yes. Yes!! That’s so good. Just right.” Brad gave up at that point and dropped his jeans, exposing his hard cock to his computer screen.


“MMMMMMMPhhhhh”, Madeline felt hands pulling her wrists back behind her and then being tied off with what she was sure of as yet another one of her silk stockings. She looked to see a masked man glaring down at her.

Brad saw the IM pop up..

--like it? Can you hear me?

Brad typed....

--yes. oh, yes. And, I can hear you still.

The masked intruder typed..

--good. there’s more you want?

Madeline fought for all she could. ‘MMMMMMMphhhhh”, she could only do. The masked intruder then wrapped the phone cord around her neck so that the receiver was just under her chin.

The intruder typed...

I’ve wrapped the phone cord around my neck.

Brad feverishly typed...

yes yes yes.

Still connected to the phone base, the remainder of the phone cord was tied straight down from her neck to the bindings around her knees. This forced Madeline’s torso to bend over in a very un-comfortable position.

The intruder typed...

--i want you to do something

Brad pulled his hand out from his underwear and typed..

--waht>

Brad back spaced and typed..

--Sure. Anything

The intruder typed..

---bend me over and fuck me. on my desk. now. Im tied up and can not do anything to prevent you from doing it.

The intruder included one those little smiley faces in the IM text.

Madeline’s eyes grew wide when she saw what the intruder had typed.

“MMMMMmMMMMMMpppphjgghghhhhgggghhghmmmm” she screamed.

Brad could hear those sweet sounds from her. A little distant. But, oh how he loved it. This was worth every dollar.


The intruder pushed Madeline up and down onto her desk. Her forehead hit the keyboard.

Brad saw this come over the IM...

--;zLXCIugf[qah][s

He responded..

---a’;psdokljg[]asdkjga][sdkj!!!!!

That exchange repeated itself for several moments. Madeline was getting her lights fucked out and Brad was masturbating like crazy.

“UUMmmmmmpmmphhhhh!!’ Brad could hear her through the phone.

Brad typed...

--I’m coming to.

And he did.


There was a pause. No communication at all. Then...

The intruder typed..

thank you brad. i ‘oved it. bye.

Brad heard the click of the phone and saw the IM sign off.

“Bye.” Brad sighed.

It took Madeline an hour to un-tie herself after the intruder had spent the better part of four hours with her.

Madeline stumbled over to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine. Her phone rang.

“Hello?” she said.

“That was hot, wasn’t it baby?” the voice said.

“Oh, baby. Yes. I loved the black gloves. Still smell them. Are you coming over later?” She purred.

“Maybe. bye.” the phone clicked off.

“Bye.” Madeline cradled the phone and went to take a well deserved bath.