Just a Job

I frequently accepted the tasks that others were unwilling to do.

Most house-painting companies preferred newer, sturdier houses due to the fact that they require less preparation work and tend to have better paint adherence. These houses often have smoother surfaces, making the painting process more efficient and resulting in a higher-quality finish. Additionally, newer houses are less likely to have extensive damage or decay, reducing the need for repairs before painting can begin.

Over the years, I have painted numerous old houses both inside and outside, and I have been generously compensated for my work.

Friday morning arrived, and to my delight, there was an email eagerly waiting for me in my inbox. It was as if the digital message had been eagerly anticipating my arrival, patiently biding its time until the perfect moment to make its presence known. With a sense of curiosity and anticipation, I clicked on the email, eager to uncover its contents. The email provided a detailed description of the job requirements.

I promptly responded, confirming my acceptance of the job and assuring that I would arrive within the hour.

I entered the main workshop and gathered the necessary equipment and paints for the task. With all my preparations complete, I eagerly made my way to the designated location where the client awaited my arrival.

Inside the van, there was a cacophony of sound. The old van's engine roared loudly, and I had the music turned up.

It took a total of three hours to reach his rural residence by van. The journey to his country house was an exhilarating adventure filled with anticipation and excitement as he embarked on the winding roads that led him away from the bustling cityscape. The scenic route offered breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside, with rolling hills and picturesque landscapes stretching as far as the eye could see.

Finally, as the van pulled up to his country house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment. The long and winding journey had been worth it, as he stepped out of the van and embraced the tranquility that surrounded him.

It was a stunning country manor house with five floors. Huge gardens around the house.

I parked the van and proceeded towards the main entrance of the house. The main entrance consisted of two wooden brown doors adorned with flowers. Before I had the opportunity to open the door, an elderly man emerged.

The elderly man, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit and polished shoes, stood proudly with a beaming smile on his face. His silver hair, neatly combed, added a touch of elegance to his distinguished appearance.

He started saying good morning Lucy white.

Please do come in, he said.

I accompanied him as we entered the house and ascended the three staircases, eventually arriving at the first room where he desired a fresh coat of paint. We had a conversation for approximately 30 minutes to ensure that I fully understood his requirements.

Fresh orange juice had already been placed on the table, as I had noticed. I started working and finished the task in just 4 hours.

He entered the room and exclaimed, "Well done! It looks great."

I was filled with joy by his words. He requested that I accompany him to a different room located at the far end of the lengthy corridor. We stepped into a vast room, however, the room's condition was dilapidated and poor. The walls showed signs of peeling paint, while some of the other walls were completely bare.

My attention was immediately drawn to the objects decorating the walls and the luxurious flooring beneath us.

I approached a wall and detached an object resembling a ball attached to a strap.

I had never witnessed anything quite like that. The man noticed my fascination and inquired if I enjoyed it.

I turned to him with a blank expression and asked, "What is it?"

He mentioned that it would be challenging to explain in simple terms and suggested that I try it out myself. In my mind, I was uncertain about what I should do, but I suppose there's an opportunity to try something new.

As I had no idea how to use it, I asked him if he could assist me in putting it on. He instructed me to open my mouth. I complied, and he proceeded to place a ball inside. With a firm grip, he tightened the black leather strap behind my head.

He proceeded to approach me and began inflating the gag using a small pump. I could perceive the fresh sensation of rubber inside my mouth as my tongue was pressed down and my mouth was forced open wide.

He took a step back and inquired about my well-being. It was such an odd sensation. I searched the room for a mirror to see how I looked while wearing it. In one corner of the room, there was a full-length glass mirror. When I gazed at my reflection, I was truly taken aback.

I went back to the wall where I first found this item and began examining other items. I observed a small padlock on the nail in the wall where I had removed the gag. I picked it up and held it in my hand.

Without uttering a single word, the man swiftly grabbed the padlock from my grasp and secured it onto the ring of the strap that held the gag in place. I remained silent and motionless, offering no resistance.

I glanced at the wall, and he inquired if anything else caught my attention. A dark colored rope hung on a hook. He observed me as I removed it from the hook and began to touch the rope. It had a surprisingly gentle yet resilient texture.

He approached a different wall and took off what appeared to be a black hood, before returning to me.

He placed it in my hand and then asked me would i like to try both items?

Prior to acknowledging him, I carefully examined the sturdy rubber hood, observing its thickness and the presence of solely nasal apertures, leaving the rest of my face concealed. Additionally, I noticed the inclusion of two restraining straps, ensuring that I would be unable to remove it. As I pondered this, a vivid image began to form within my thoughts.

I expressed agreement by nodding. As he worked on me, I remained motionless. Initially, my head was covered with the rubber hood, subsequently, the straps were firmly fastened.

The intense odor of rubber becomes too much for my nasal receptors to handle. Afterward, I experienced the sensation of my garments being severed from my physique by the metallic scissors making contact with my skin. Consequently, I found myself entirely unclothed, devoid of even undergarments.

He positioned himself behind me and delicately draped the velvety rope across the nape of my neck. It then proceeded to cascade over my shoulders and loop under my arms. The rope dangled there for a brief moment.

He proceeded to pull the rope taut by passing it upwards through the loop positioned at the back of my neck. A small harness was fashioned behind my back using the rope, skillfully crafted by him. I could sense his gentle touch as he positioned my hands behind me.

After my hands were positioned at the back, I experienced the gentle sensation of a smooth rope encircling my wrists. After my hands were forcefully drawn upwards towards the back of my body, they were secured around my neck and tightly bound. Subsequently, my elbows were brought together, making contact, and once more, firmly restrained.

Initially, there was discomfort, but with the passage of time, the situation improved. With my arms tightly restrained at the back, my chest was forcefully protruded. I encountered unfamiliar emotions that had previously eluded me.

My breasts were soon securely bound, intensifying the sensations experienced. As additional rope was wrapped around my form, I noticed a shift in my respiration, making it slightly more difficult to inhale. Nevertheless, I remained unharmed.

I don't know how long i had been bound for but the new sensations that i got from it made me what more.