Carol nervously looked out the window at the storm rolling across the lake, the weatherman had called for thunderstorms and she hated to be alone when one rolled through. Since her divorce, she had spent a lot of time alone, although she did have the occasional date and acquaintance to bring home with her. The kids were grown and gone and she found it increasingly harder to go to the bars, not wanting to feel desperate, but at the same time, not wanting to be alone. The power went out, 'Oh great,' she thought and decided to dress and go to the bar, she could see across the lake that their power was still on. Not figuring on getting picked up on such a stormy night, she settled for the jeans and flannel shirt look, looking at herself in the mirror before leaving. At 44, she was still very attractive, though two kids and lots of indulgences had left her with a slight paunch, her strawberry blonde hair framed her slightly tanned face and she ran a hand through it as she checked herself out, 'Not too hateful,' she thought and she grabbed her jacket and her keys. The wind whipped her hair as she brushed it back to see how to put the key in the lock of the car door and soon she found herself inside, brushing it from her face, as she looked at herself once more in the rearview mirror. It didn't matter, she would fix herself up once she got to the bar, and she started the car and backed out of the driveway and headed to the bar. The wind had sent many leaves and small branches into the roadway and she took care not to run over anything that would flatten her tires as she made her way along the lake shore drive. There weren't a lot of cars at the bar and their lights shone bright in contrast to her own house, which was still in the dark, and she pulled right up front, dashing quickly to get inside without too much wind damage, where she made her way to the restroom and straightened herself up.

Finally satisfied that she looked her best under the circumstances, she made her way out of the restroom and settled on a booth in the rear of the bar, there were not many guys here tonight. Oh well, no matter, she could have a few drinks and hopefully, her power would be back on when she went back home. After a couple of drinks, she watched as the waitress appeared with another one, "Compliments of the man at the bar," she said as Carol tried to see who her benefactor was and he raised his glass to toast her, he wasn't too bad looking, but like her, he showed the effects of age and she invited him to join her, watching him walk over with his drink in hand. Charles, Charles Whitt," he said as he extended his hand to her and she shook it, his palm was so smooth. She found out that he ran a consulting firm in town and had a lake home as well, he too had divorced, and Carol began to size him up as a potential overnight roommate. He was witty and charming and she felt at ease with him that was a big plus and the more she looked at him, the better he looked, or was it just the drinks? He excused himself and went up to the bar and returned with two more drinks, as he set hers before her and she sipped it, the alcohol was getting to her. She felt very giddy and now seemed to have trouble focusing on their conversation as the room began to spin out of control and she dropped over onto the bench. He quickly got up and came over and lifted her back up, but she was gone as she babbled incoherently and the waitress showed up to offer assistance, "She's just had one too many," he said and the waitress helped him get her to his car and she sat slumped in the passenger's seat as he got in beside her and started the car. It was still raining pretty heavily and the waitress didn't wait around as she dashed back inside and Charles surveyed the woman at his side, brushing her strawberry blonde hair from her face, 'I wonder if she's a real blonde,' he snickered to himself as he put the car in reverse and backed out, making his way to his house. His hand couldn't help but to graze her beautifully firm tit as he drove, a small sigh escaping her lips as he did, and he grabbed a handful of it and squeezed, her sigh turning to a moan now as they sped through the darkness.

He disliked himself for what he had become, a pervert by some standards, but he had grown tired of hearing no and had decided to not hear that again, at least not where it held any meaning to him. She was older than what he was used to, but more his own age, usually he pounced on the young college girls, they were very eager to have a generous old guy buy them drinks, several had been under age and without him, would have done without any alcohol, let alone his potion that he spiked their drinks with and then he would have had to do without their bodies. Carol was more mature though and perhaps she could be even more promising to him, after all, she seemed to be of limited experience in the art of bondage, at least by their conversation she had seemed innocent enough. He pulled into his driveway and sat there, staring at his new prize, they all seemed to excite him when he got them to his place, the sheer knowledge that they were his and had no say in the matter turned him on as he felt his prick grow as he watched her chest rise and fall with her breaths. He considered having her tits right there, but he decided to wait, not wanting to get himself too excited before he had her all laid out, and he got out and walked around to her side of the car and hefted her on his shoulders, she was slightly heavier than he had imagined and he dropped her onto the seat again before he shifted his balance and tried again. He had trouble holding onto her as he worked to get his key in the lock and the door opened and he almost dropped her once more. He carried her to the back of the house, to his "rec" room as he laid her on the table and she flopped down, exposing all of herself to him, though still covered by clothes, but he would remedy that. He took his jacket off and threw it over the back of a chair as he set about revealing his newly acquired prize, working at the buttons on her flannel shirt first as each one exposed more of her nicely tanned flesh and the pale blue bra she had worn. He jerked the shirt tails out of her jeans and then lifted her up as he drew it off of her shoulders and let it drop on the floor, then he worked at the clasp on her pale blue bra and it joined her shirt as he lowered her back to the table and his hands delved in the sweet flesh of her average sized tits, squeezing up from their bases as her nipples seemed to pour out of his fingertips, increasing in size and length with his manipulations as his cock grew as well.

She had some very nice tits and although her bra had kept them erect, he had noticed a slight sag to them, no doubt a sign of aging and having bore children. He found it hard to finally let go of her tits as he worked at her jeans, pulling them down her legs and off, the answer to his earlier question now hidden by the matching, pale blue panties as he stared at her for a moment before rolling them down her thighs and was presented with a lovely deep golden pubic patch, neatly trimmed. Her pussy lips were very distinct through the trimmed curls and he ran a finger over them as he pushed slightly and they parted for him, exposing the glistening pink flesh inside and he felt his cock grow even harder. 'First things first,' he thought and he grabbed her up and carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the commode as he ran some warm water in the sink and put the stopper in, then he moved her hand into the warm water and he heard the urine splashing into the commode. He had not done this step once and had received a golden shower for his efforts, now he made himself remember to do this, as he worked to steady her and get out the Massengill Douche form the cabinet. He braced her body with his knee as he opened the douche and attached the nozzle and then worked to get it between her pussy lips and up inside of her, she moaned as he pressed it inside of her and then squeezed its contents to clean her out. He let her sit there for a few moments while the douche dripped out of her and then grabbed a hand towel and patted her pussy dry before he carried her back to the table and lay her on her back. He set about confining her tits first, as he snaked the soft nylon rope around her upper body, relentlessly drawing her firm tits higher and tighter with each loop, until her mounds of supple flesh were slightly discolored from being squeezed and stood up hard and proud. He couldn't resist and bent forward to capture a nipple in his mouth as he toyed with it with his tongue, he had to admit, her tits were great. He had rescued a doctor's examination table from the scrap yard a few months ago, and had fashioned his table from it, keeping the stirrups, but mounting them a little farther up the table from the original, allowing the "patient's" legs to be spread much wider. He secured her ankles and then her knees into the stirrups and then worked to tie her wrists over her head to a small ring he had built into the head of the table.

He stood back and admired his trussed up prize, she was breathtaking indeed! Her pouty pussy lips oozed the remnants of her douche and he felt his cock stirring once again as he looked at her peaceful face and her beautiful body. He began to remove his own clothes and then he saw the faint traces of movement, sensing that his beauty would soon be awake, and he cut off the overhead lights, so that the only light available was the small lamp across from her and she would not be able to see him at all. He loved to watch them wake up, to see their minds struggle with their predicament and to wonder how they had gotten in such a predicament. His mind wandered briefly to the dozen or so other women who had awakened in this same situation and he smiled as his cock throbbed at the prospects of yet another night of pleasure. He watched as the movements began, first a struggling to move their arms and legs, then their eyes would flash open to find out they were naked and trussed up, then the fear, always a little fear, although he had never physically hurt any of them, other than a few rope burns from struggling. She had gorgeous green eyes, he hadn't noticed that at the bar, but now he watched as she checked out her situation and her eyes focused on her tightly bound tits and how her nipples were hard and straining to reach the ceiling, then he watched as she tried to focus on where she was and he saw her mind working to retrace the evening. He turned on the overhead florescent lights and she struggled with all the light as he locked his eyes on her face, such a nice face, not a beauty queen, but he had found long ago that the beautiful ones were hardest to break. "I must say, you are very striking now that all of your coverings are gone Carol," and her head jerked in his direction as he strolled up beside her and her stare focused on his hard cock jutting out before him as he walked. "Charles, what are you doing? Untie me at once, I'll have your ass in jail so fast," and he stopped her with a finger to his lips and a "Shush," and his fingers danced on her erect nipples as she once again fought to get free, "It's of no consequence my dear Carol, you cannot escape me," and she stopped struggling, knowing he was right, "What do you want of me Charles?" she asked and he just smiled.