We have ways. -Part one- (Sexual situation, masturbation, foot tickling, f/m, interrogation, slight non-con.)
A/n: Someone requested some f/m from me. I had originally written an entirely different story, but my browser crashed and I lost it entirely just as I finished. I may still rewrite that one, but this one is something new until then.
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Beep.
"You have two new messages."
Beep.
"Message one: <i> Dee, it's Mable again, just calling one more time to tell you one more teensy thing about the house. I know I've already called you about the garden, the waitstaff's vacation, the interruption in the Renovations, and how to finagle the phone lines into working; but I really want to make sure you've got everything under control in such a big place! The only thing left to say, is... Well, things are a little different from the last time you lived here. People aren't as respectful as they used to be! There's a rumour going around that my place is -haunted-, and kids seem to want to test my patience. Ringing the door bells, throwing rocks, dares to get in and out during the renovation.. that sort of thing... There's a number to call on the fridge if they stir up any trouble.</i>"
Diane sat on the bed, listening with a sigh to the tenth message to date that her Grandmother had left her about house sitting. Despite having lived in Mable Manor as a child, her Granny seemed absolutely sure that Dee would have forgotten every little rule and regulation about the period home.
Then there were the calls about the renovation, or the calls about ordering food and going shopping, or the calls about--
"<i>Please feel free to have people over dear! It's so big in the house I hate to think of you alone-</i> beeeep."
Silence filled her old room for a moment, and Dee groaned and spread herself out on the bed sheets.
"Message two: <i>Dee darling, it's Mable- I love you! Try not to sleep with the lights on like you used to?</i> Message 20 of 20 ended. Memory depleted. Please delete some messages."
With the messages finally over, Dee curled up onto her side and tried not to drown in all the pink that her old room contained.
How had her younger self thought this was cool? At twenty one and living in her room again, even for such a short time, it made Dee cringe.
Another thing that made Dee cringe during her house sitting stint was the quiet. The place was huge and abysmally silent when she wasn't playing music, watching Tv, or talking.
Just walking down the halls of the bottom level of the house was eerie, let alone traveling upstairs to Mable's room, or checking on the renovations going on there.
She stayed on the ground level and used the kitchens, bathroom, everything down there. She even used the TV in the entertainment sitting room, instead of going to the upstairs den. It was better to deal with huge windows and a dangling chandelier than head all alone down the halls to the more demure den with it's soft leather chairs.
The whole house was spooky without anyone in it. She had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in the night, especially with her lights off.
But her Grandmother wanted them off.. And so here she was.
She bit her bottom lip as she rolled off the bed and flicked off the answering machine, stealing the phone off the hook and then bending over to unzip her suitcase in the corner of her room.
Digging through it again made it more than obvious she didn't have her sleep medicine, and was left with only one more method of falling asleep comfortably.
She swallowed thickly as her fingers passed over the zipped pocket of her case, and for a moment she closed her eyes and just winced.
"I can't believe I'm thinking about this..." She mumbled, pushing a hand through her hair. For a moment, her fingers trembled, but after a deep breath she unzipped the pocket and delved her fingers in.
It didn't take long to brush across her vibrator, and it made her jump nervously.
"I can't.." She mumbled, pulling her fingers out again. "Even if this was my old room, and I'm sure I used to..." Her cheeks colored, and she sat with a hand pressed to her temple.
A loud creaking from upstairs suddenly startled her, and she nearly knocked her case closed. With the noise of the house settling startling her even more awake, she groaned and resolutely dug her fingers into the pocket again.
"I have to sleep tonight. This is the only way I'll relax enough. It's not terrible. Everyone does it." She told herself fiercely- still though- instead of grabbing out the noisy vibrator, Dee ended up heading to the bed with something quieter.
She took in a soft breath as she lay over the sheets, her eyes closed as she carefully pushed away her pink panties and shimmied out of the matching bra. Only when she'd become comfy did she open her eyes, coming face to face with the mirror on her roof.
As a child she'd wanted the mirror to make sure she'd be able to see herself safe in bed and free of monsters- now, using it as she was, made her feel a little dirty.
She looked at herself spread eagle across her sheets, her body lightly freckled and her wavy honey hair spilling over her pillows. The stiff red feather she'd pulled from her case was laying over her stomach, the tip lightly caressing her mons pubis.
After a soft breath, she watched her reflection drag one hand up to her soft breasts, cupping and palming, teasing the nipple. The other hand dipped down, seizing the feather and trailing it over her body, making herself shiver as it traced the outsides of her breasts.. Down her sides...
She closed her eyes and wiggled when she traced her hips , her little toes curling in the sheets.
This was usually when she imagined that someone else was using the feather. She moaned softly as a hand parted the lightly haired lips of her pussy, gasping as the feather drug it's ticklish tip between them. It tickled each lip and danced between, making her groan as it teased and toyed at the pink inner creases.
She forced herself to open her eyes when the tip began to circle her clit, teasing and teasing around and around as she panted.
"Nh- mm- god-" This was usually when she wished she had more hands. The feather was wet as she whimpered and wiggled, her pussy excited and pulsing. She was quiet for a moment as she fluttered the feather, intent on teasing herself until she had to drop the feather and slide impatient fingers in-
But she got no further than dragging her free hand to her hips before a loud sound startled her into almost falling clear off the bed.
She gasped, tossing her toy to the side and dragging the blankets over her body. The loud thump from the house left her heart thudding in her ears, and she felt like a baby all wrapped up with her head under the covers. Just listening.
After a moment, she scowled at herself.
"You aren't five anymore." She scolded, rolling herself out of the sheets and pulling on a tee shirt and some flannel pants. Her body was still bothering her to finish herself, but it would have to wait. As a reminder of her waiting reward, she tucked her red feather into the pocket of the robe she pulled on, before grabbing the nearest heavy item she had and carefully heading outside of her room.
She knew she must look a bit ridiculous in her robes, clutching a unicorn vase, but it was better to be safe than sorry when you were alone.
With her ears sharp and her eyes peeled, she started her patrol through the empty manor. Room by dusty room, she flicked on lights and investigated empty spaces.
Soon she was more relaxed, having almost finished the sweep of the main floor, the vase dangling from her fingertips.
"Must have just been something from the renovation falling over.. A ladder or something." She mused, brushing her hair behind her ears as she flicked the hall light on. "Just the entertainment room to check and then.. Upstairs."
She wasn't exactly excited to think about patrolling the spooky upstairs renovations by herself, but it was comforting to think that soon she'd know the main floor was safe.
With little worry, she slid into the entertainment room, flicked on the light-
And was greeted by a dangling leg.
Her eyes widened as she took the scene in, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.
There was a leg dangling from a hole in the high ceiling. Right next to the tinkling, well lit, chandelier.
She approached cautiously, watching the trapped appendage wriggle in the hole that surrounded it, obviously trying to get out. Black pants and a thick black boot, just wiggling in the open air.
"What the heck." She said, awed, her fingers sliding from the light switch.
Nothing else in the room was disturbed, though a fine layer of silt and dust had fallen over the table under the struggling leg. There were some books from library shelves that lined the walls sitting on the table, covered in rubble from the ceiling's.. Cave in.
"Who the hell are you." Dee said, feeling abruptly less scared and more angry.
The waitstaff had been dismissed during the renovation. The renovation workers were away for the week. The gardener had given her the only set of keys-- and her grandmother Mable certainly didn't wear size 9 black combat boots.
Whoever had broken into her house had no business being there. She was glad they were trapped- and she huffed as she headed over to the phone on the opposite end of the room.
As she dialed, her Granny's voice came back to her. <i>Ringing the door bells, throwing rocks, dares to get in and out during the renovation..</i>
Abruptly, her fingers paused, and a fresh wave of indignation surged through her.
"You're just a kid! As if it wasn't hard enough staying here by myself..." She slammed the phone down and hustled over to the library shelf, drawing the shelf ladder over to herself. It ran on a track along the length of the shelves, and without thinking, she found herself sliding it over to the struggling leg.
Soon she was climbing it, until she'd reached the top, and found herself glaring at the frantically wriggling boot.
"Hey! Can you hear me up there? Wiggle once for yes."
The booted foot wriggled sporadically instead, nearly knocking her off the ladder. Her robe ended up tangling a bit in the rungs, and she cursed, twisting so that she could face the leg and sit on the highest rung.
"I asked if you can hear me! You obviously didn't know about the renovations in the room above this one though, so I guess it doesn't matter that I'm telling you now." She growled. "I called the police! They'll be here at any moment! If you're just a kid here on a dare, wiggle once and I might help you out."
Nothing. The leg remained perfectly still in fact, only making her more annoyed. In the near silence, she heard a muffled curse from above.
The voice was male, and the guy could definitely hear her.
"Hey! I can -hear- you! I know you can hear -me-! Answer me or-"
Actually, she had no idea what her "or" was. She scowled for a moment, watching the leg resume its wiggling as it tried to free itself without her help.
To be honest, she wasn't sure what she could do to get the person out from her position. The most she could do would be to unfasten the boot...
"Stupid dare." She heard, still muffled. She leant forward and began to lightly undo the boot. If she got it off the kid might be able to get out. "Not worth taking something from this stupid house, now I'm stuck and-"
<i>Taking something?!</i> New rage coursed through her, and she was so annoyed she let the boot drop all the way to the floor. It clattered down and the kid above her cursed with alarm.
"Hey! What the hell?" He yelled, and Dee was more than happy to yell back.
"You can't just break into someone's house and take things, you little jerk!" She grabbed his leg. "Tell me what you took!"
"What the fuck- get- off-" The kid struggled with panic and Dee growled.
Sudden inspiration hit.
She tugged away his sock.
She dug into her pocket.
"Tell me what you took." They did this in spy movies all the time, didn't they? "I have ways of making you talk."
He couldn't see the feather, obviously, but she was brandishing it rather threateningly if she did say do herself. A sort of thrill coursed through her as she watched his bare toes wiggle in fear.
As she went in with the feather, she couldn't help but think that she'd watched porn like this before.
"Tell me what you took!" She called up to him, fluttering the feather up and down his arch, holding him tight as he shrieked and tried to jerk free. He was strong, but he was also -stuck-. There was only so much the kid could do as she held him and weaved and wiggled the feather between his helpless toes.
She bit her lower lip as she listened to him howl, flicking the feather rapidly up and down from the pad of his foot to his sole. She traced every crease of his foot until he was begging above her.
"Ohohoho god- stop- stop- please- ahahah! Fuck please- it tickles- hahah fuck- feather?! Who the hell- st-aha-hawp!"
"Tell me what you took!" Dee practically bellowed, and then panted as her voice echoed powerfully off the walls. She shivered with excitement from her perch, her own toes curling as she watched his do the same. "Or I might go upstairs and see how ticklish your other foot is!"
Her feather faltered.
Had she really just said that?
The kid panted above her, shuddering and whimpering.
She was suddenly aware of the power thudding through her veins and the excitement throbbing deep to the pit of her stomach. She was wet.
"Nh- I-it was a broach. I took a stupid broach- come on, please- it was a dare. A stupid dare, lady.. please..."
She stated up at the dangling foot and thought about how the sound of this thief had stopped her completely from getting off.
How he was trapped upstairs.
"I'm coming to get you." She said, hearing it before she'd even realized she'd wanted to say it.
"Thank god," Whimpered the kid, relieved. "Thank you. I'll put it back."
He thought she was going to let him go. Get him out.
As she slid down the ladder, she realized she had something completely different in mind.
A/n: Someone requested some f/m from me. I had originally written an entirely different story, but my browser crashed and I lost it entirely just as I finished. I may still rewrite that one, but this one is something new until then.
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Beep.
"You have two new messages."
Beep.
"Message one: <i> Dee, it's Mable again, just calling one more time to tell you one more teensy thing about the house. I know I've already called you about the garden, the waitstaff's vacation, the interruption in the Renovations, and how to finagle the phone lines into working; but I really want to make sure you've got everything under control in such a big place! The only thing left to say, is... Well, things are a little different from the last time you lived here. People aren't as respectful as they used to be! There's a rumour going around that my place is -haunted-, and kids seem to want to test my patience. Ringing the door bells, throwing rocks, dares to get in and out during the renovation.. that sort of thing... There's a number to call on the fridge if they stir up any trouble.</i>"
Diane sat on the bed, listening with a sigh to the tenth message to date that her Grandmother had left her about house sitting. Despite having lived in Mable Manor as a child, her Granny seemed absolutely sure that Dee would have forgotten every little rule and regulation about the period home.
Then there were the calls about the renovation, or the calls about ordering food and going shopping, or the calls about--
"<i>Please feel free to have people over dear! It's so big in the house I hate to think of you alone-</i> beeeep."
Silence filled her old room for a moment, and Dee groaned and spread herself out on the bed sheets.
"Message two: <i>Dee darling, it's Mable- I love you! Try not to sleep with the lights on like you used to?</i> Message 20 of 20 ended. Memory depleted. Please delete some messages."
With the messages finally over, Dee curled up onto her side and tried not to drown in all the pink that her old room contained.
How had her younger self thought this was cool? At twenty one and living in her room again, even for such a short time, it made Dee cringe.
Another thing that made Dee cringe during her house sitting stint was the quiet. The place was huge and abysmally silent when she wasn't playing music, watching Tv, or talking.
Just walking down the halls of the bottom level of the house was eerie, let alone traveling upstairs to Mable's room, or checking on the renovations going on there.
She stayed on the ground level and used the kitchens, bathroom, everything down there. She even used the TV in the entertainment sitting room, instead of going to the upstairs den. It was better to deal with huge windows and a dangling chandelier than head all alone down the halls to the more demure den with it's soft leather chairs.
The whole house was spooky without anyone in it. She had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in the night, especially with her lights off.
But her Grandmother wanted them off.. And so here she was.
She bit her bottom lip as she rolled off the bed and flicked off the answering machine, stealing the phone off the hook and then bending over to unzip her suitcase in the corner of her room.
Digging through it again made it more than obvious she didn't have her sleep medicine, and was left with only one more method of falling asleep comfortably.
She swallowed thickly as her fingers passed over the zipped pocket of her case, and for a moment she closed her eyes and just winced.
"I can't believe I'm thinking about this..." She mumbled, pushing a hand through her hair. For a moment, her fingers trembled, but after a deep breath she unzipped the pocket and delved her fingers in.
It didn't take long to brush across her vibrator, and it made her jump nervously.
"I can't.." She mumbled, pulling her fingers out again. "Even if this was my old room, and I'm sure I used to..." Her cheeks colored, and she sat with a hand pressed to her temple.
A loud creaking from upstairs suddenly startled her, and she nearly knocked her case closed. With the noise of the house settling startling her even more awake, she groaned and resolutely dug her fingers into the pocket again.
"I have to sleep tonight. This is the only way I'll relax enough. It's not terrible. Everyone does it." She told herself fiercely- still though- instead of grabbing out the noisy vibrator, Dee ended up heading to the bed with something quieter.
She took in a soft breath as she lay over the sheets, her eyes closed as she carefully pushed away her pink panties and shimmied out of the matching bra. Only when she'd become comfy did she open her eyes, coming face to face with the mirror on her roof.
As a child she'd wanted the mirror to make sure she'd be able to see herself safe in bed and free of monsters- now, using it as she was, made her feel a little dirty.
She looked at herself spread eagle across her sheets, her body lightly freckled and her wavy honey hair spilling over her pillows. The stiff red feather she'd pulled from her case was laying over her stomach, the tip lightly caressing her mons pubis.
After a soft breath, she watched her reflection drag one hand up to her soft breasts, cupping and palming, teasing the nipple. The other hand dipped down, seizing the feather and trailing it over her body, making herself shiver as it traced the outsides of her breasts.. Down her sides...
She closed her eyes and wiggled when she traced her hips , her little toes curling in the sheets.
This was usually when she imagined that someone else was using the feather. She moaned softly as a hand parted the lightly haired lips of her pussy, gasping as the feather drug it's ticklish tip between them. It tickled each lip and danced between, making her groan as it teased and toyed at the pink inner creases.
She forced herself to open her eyes when the tip began to circle her clit, teasing and teasing around and around as she panted.
"Nh- mm- god-" This was usually when she wished she had more hands. The feather was wet as she whimpered and wiggled, her pussy excited and pulsing. She was quiet for a moment as she fluttered the feather, intent on teasing herself until she had to drop the feather and slide impatient fingers in-
But she got no further than dragging her free hand to her hips before a loud sound startled her into almost falling clear off the bed.
She gasped, tossing her toy to the side and dragging the blankets over her body. The loud thump from the house left her heart thudding in her ears, and she felt like a baby all wrapped up with her head under the covers. Just listening.
After a moment, she scowled at herself.
"You aren't five anymore." She scolded, rolling herself out of the sheets and pulling on a tee shirt and some flannel pants. Her body was still bothering her to finish herself, but it would have to wait. As a reminder of her waiting reward, she tucked her red feather into the pocket of the robe she pulled on, before grabbing the nearest heavy item she had and carefully heading outside of her room.
She knew she must look a bit ridiculous in her robes, clutching a unicorn vase, but it was better to be safe than sorry when you were alone.
With her ears sharp and her eyes peeled, she started her patrol through the empty manor. Room by dusty room, she flicked on lights and investigated empty spaces.
Soon she was more relaxed, having almost finished the sweep of the main floor, the vase dangling from her fingertips.
"Must have just been something from the renovation falling over.. A ladder or something." She mused, brushing her hair behind her ears as she flicked the hall light on. "Just the entertainment room to check and then.. Upstairs."
She wasn't exactly excited to think about patrolling the spooky upstairs renovations by herself, but it was comforting to think that soon she'd know the main floor was safe.
With little worry, she slid into the entertainment room, flicked on the light-
And was greeted by a dangling leg.
Her eyes widened as she took the scene in, hardly able to believe what she was seeing.
There was a leg dangling from a hole in the high ceiling. Right next to the tinkling, well lit, chandelier.
She approached cautiously, watching the trapped appendage wriggle in the hole that surrounded it, obviously trying to get out. Black pants and a thick black boot, just wiggling in the open air.
"What the heck." She said, awed, her fingers sliding from the light switch.
Nothing else in the room was disturbed, though a fine layer of silt and dust had fallen over the table under the struggling leg. There were some books from library shelves that lined the walls sitting on the table, covered in rubble from the ceiling's.. Cave in.
"Who the hell are you." Dee said, feeling abruptly less scared and more angry.
The waitstaff had been dismissed during the renovation. The renovation workers were away for the week. The gardener had given her the only set of keys-- and her grandmother Mable certainly didn't wear size 9 black combat boots.
Whoever had broken into her house had no business being there. She was glad they were trapped- and she huffed as she headed over to the phone on the opposite end of the room.
As she dialed, her Granny's voice came back to her. <i>Ringing the door bells, throwing rocks, dares to get in and out during the renovation..</i>
Abruptly, her fingers paused, and a fresh wave of indignation surged through her.
"You're just a kid! As if it wasn't hard enough staying here by myself..." She slammed the phone down and hustled over to the library shelf, drawing the shelf ladder over to herself. It ran on a track along the length of the shelves, and without thinking, she found herself sliding it over to the struggling leg.
Soon she was climbing it, until she'd reached the top, and found herself glaring at the frantically wriggling boot.
"Hey! Can you hear me up there? Wiggle once for yes."
The booted foot wriggled sporadically instead, nearly knocking her off the ladder. Her robe ended up tangling a bit in the rungs, and she cursed, twisting so that she could face the leg and sit on the highest rung.
"I asked if you can hear me! You obviously didn't know about the renovations in the room above this one though, so I guess it doesn't matter that I'm telling you now." She growled. "I called the police! They'll be here at any moment! If you're just a kid here on a dare, wiggle once and I might help you out."
Nothing. The leg remained perfectly still in fact, only making her more annoyed. In the near silence, she heard a muffled curse from above.
The voice was male, and the guy could definitely hear her.
"Hey! I can -hear- you! I know you can hear -me-! Answer me or-"
Actually, she had no idea what her "or" was. She scowled for a moment, watching the leg resume its wiggling as it tried to free itself without her help.
To be honest, she wasn't sure what she could do to get the person out from her position. The most she could do would be to unfasten the boot...
"Stupid dare." She heard, still muffled. She leant forward and began to lightly undo the boot. If she got it off the kid might be able to get out. "Not worth taking something from this stupid house, now I'm stuck and-"
<i>Taking something?!</i> New rage coursed through her, and she was so annoyed she let the boot drop all the way to the floor. It clattered down and the kid above her cursed with alarm.
"Hey! What the hell?" He yelled, and Dee was more than happy to yell back.
"You can't just break into someone's house and take things, you little jerk!" She grabbed his leg. "Tell me what you took!"
"What the fuck- get- off-" The kid struggled with panic and Dee growled.
Sudden inspiration hit.
She tugged away his sock.
She dug into her pocket.
"Tell me what you took." They did this in spy movies all the time, didn't they? "I have ways of making you talk."
He couldn't see the feather, obviously, but she was brandishing it rather threateningly if she did say do herself. A sort of thrill coursed through her as she watched his bare toes wiggle in fear.
As she went in with the feather, she couldn't help but think that she'd watched porn like this before.
"Tell me what you took!" She called up to him, fluttering the feather up and down his arch, holding him tight as he shrieked and tried to jerk free. He was strong, but he was also -stuck-. There was only so much the kid could do as she held him and weaved and wiggled the feather between his helpless toes.
She bit her lower lip as she listened to him howl, flicking the feather rapidly up and down from the pad of his foot to his sole. She traced every crease of his foot until he was begging above her.
"Ohohoho god- stop- stop- please- ahahah! Fuck please- it tickles- hahah fuck- feather?! Who the hell- st-aha-hawp!"
"Tell me what you took!" Dee practically bellowed, and then panted as her voice echoed powerfully off the walls. She shivered with excitement from her perch, her own toes curling as she watched his do the same. "Or I might go upstairs and see how ticklish your other foot is!"
Her feather faltered.
Had she really just said that?
The kid panted above her, shuddering and whimpering.
She was suddenly aware of the power thudding through her veins and the excitement throbbing deep to the pit of her stomach. She was wet.
"Nh- I-it was a broach. I took a stupid broach- come on, please- it was a dare. A stupid dare, lady.. please..."
She stated up at the dangling foot and thought about how the sound of this thief had stopped her completely from getting off.
How he was trapped upstairs.
"I'm coming to get you." She said, hearing it before she'd even realized she'd wanted to say it.
"Thank god," Whimpered the kid, relieved. "Thank you. I'll put it back."
He thought she was going to let him go. Get him out.
As she slid down the ladder, she realized she had something completely different in mind.
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