Eye of the Beholder

An Unexpected Consequence

 

Something woke me up around 3:30 am that Saturday morning, not sure what. But something since my head was throbbing, I assumed that was the culprit.

 

I slowly, silently arose, not wishing to disturb the others who had gathered in our suite's living room for a “sleepover after an evening of heavy partying. But by the looks, everyone was still passed out.

 

I wasn’t surprised, judging from the amount of drinks we all had consumed.

 

What happy drunks we had all been.

 

I carefully tiptoed amongst them through the room, deciding to get aspirin from my bathroom.

 

The girls and I had all fallen asleep in the living room instead of retiring to our respective bedrooms that connected to the master suite

 

I was surprised to see my bedroom door was closed.

 

Was someone else inside?

 

I looked around the room, not noticing anyone missing.

 

Shrugging it off, I went inside, closing the door behind me.

 

I saw my reflection in the wall-sized mirror at the end of the room, next to the surprisingly open outside balcony door.

 

“Looking good.” I complimented myself.

 

I was wearing my slinking long pure silk nightgown, coloured a deep chocolate brown. Along with my shiny matching robe. The robe was open and I could see my peaking out chest, my smallish mounds bulging, sexily outlined by my nightgown.

 

I ran my fingers down the front, touching them, feeling a rather pleasant sensation that I was still not awake enough to fully enjoy.

 

There is nothing like the feel of a bit of nice silk lying against one’s naked figure.

 

I took a step back, admiring my figure, clad tightly in shiny silk, with jewels sparkling that were reflected in the hotel suite's mammoth mirror.

 

For, from my evening out, I was still wearing my long diamond earrings(£18,000) and three diamond rings(£12,000,£5,000, £3,000) because I love to sleep with my diamonds on, and they had looked so pretty with my black satin evening gown, along with the rest of my diamonds, that I had worn out for the evening before.

 

They had looked even more delicious worn with my spaghetti strap chocolate silk slinky nightgown as I played with them,and myself, a wee bit more.

 

I guess I kept wearing them because I wanted the feeling to continue on, as it was.

 

We had all been dressed up to the nines, attire, and jewellery, Friday evening, including the three of us girls who were staying in the two connected rooms.

 

Though last night those rooms, like mine, had been empty since all of us were asleep in the living room, sort of an adult storytelling sleepover.

 

Though I will admit deep down a smouldering yearning was felt to have it being a role-playing sleepover.

 

Now as I looked myself over in the mirror I started to have a prickly sensation that I was after all, not alone in the room.

 

I literally jumped because that feeling was immediately confirmed as an unfamiliar male voice commanded:

“Freeze sister, not a peep out of you now!”

 

I froze… not knowing what the hell was going on.

 

Except I was correct in using the word ‘Hell’

 

^^^^

A thin, muscular male comes out of one of the room’s shadowy corners, facing me.

 

I could tell his intentions by the black tight-fitting spandex suit, gloves, and ski mask he was wearing.

 

He nodded his head to me….

“I don’t wish to hurt you, lady, I’m only after the “ice” I was told you were wearing out tonight. Now don’t scream. I will use force and some of your friends may be hurt. You don’t want that to happen, do you? Nod if you’re going to be a good lass.”

 

I nodded yes, feeling my earrings swing against my face.

 

“That’s the girl. Undo your pretty robe, drop it to the floor. Good. Now move it over unto the bed.”

 

I did so and he picked up my robe laying it out onto the end of the bed. Then he picked up my robe's satin sash.

 

“Now ladybird , hold out your hands.”

 

I obeyed. He looked down at my fingers. I could see my rings glistening and saw he was watching also.

 

He pleasurably sighed, then got to business.

 

“Spread out your fingers!”

 

I did and he slowly located, then worked off my three pretty rings. Reaching over, he plopped each onto my chocolate-coloured silk robe.

 

“Now sister, clasp your hands in front of you…”

 

I obeyed and he firmly tied my wrists together with the robe’s silk sash.

 

“Now lay back on the bed”

 

I did so and he lifted my bound wrists and using one of my long black satin gloves tied them to a bedpost. Then he took the other glove gagging my mouth with it.

 

I could see my reflection in the vanity mirror. Almost surreal, like I was watching someone else.

 

He turned on his torch, catching my long diamond earrings in the beam.

 

“Blinding those, lovely to look at, but I’m running out of time aren’t I? Leave them for later, eh luv!”

 

Moving easily like a muscular black panther, he rose and strolled over to the vanity dresser. He opened the pair of jewelry cases belonging to me and my sister-in-law Cadie.

 

The beam caught up with the reflection of the jewellery both contained. I could see them sparkling.

 

 

He turns, shined the light in my face…

 

I was told you birds were wearing “ice” but there’s much more here. Let’s say I save time by taking it all for sorting later..”

 

It wasn’t a question.

 

With a sigh, I watched as he emptied onto my silk robe, the glimmering contents of first one, then the other of our jewel cases.

 

The pile dazzled with explosive, expensive sparkling.

 

Discarding both emptied cases, he turned his light back on the dresser. There were more of our expensive personal items laid out there. Cadie’s, my husband’s, and mine.

 

Several times he reached in sweeping some of them into his palm. Dumping them onto the chocolate-coloured silk robe

 

My husband’s possessions. Rolex money clip, billfold, silver gunmetal cigarette case, and matching lighter.

 

Cade’s silver comb and mirror, silver makeup compact, and her satin evening clutch.

 

Along with my gold makeup compact kit, gold Lamé clutch purse, gold cigarette case, and gold lighter.

 

He next shined the light carefully around the room.

 

Stopping on the open closet.

 

He went over and rummaged through it.

 

He whistled, and from my close he pulled out my rust-coloured mink jacket, throwing it onto the bed.

 

Then he turned back, fingering through my good skirts, blouses, party dresses, gowns, satins, and silks all of them.

 

He pulled my back satin opera outfit, a long satin skirt with the rhinestone belt and matching rhinestone embellished jacket, that I usually wore with one of my silky long-sleeved high-neck tops.

 

Lovely this he said shingling his light so it sparkled.

 

Then he tossed it on my bed, covering the fur.

 

He happily “dived” back in, and I heard him exclaiming…

 

“This is more like it, good thing I didn’t take a pass on the closet.”

 

He was pulling out the black satin gown with rhinestone trimmings I had worn out this past evening. His light caught my beautiful broach (£38,000), which I had left attached.

 

it came into sparkling life under the torch beam.

 

He whistled as he walked over, eyeing it up.

 

The thief then shined his torch beam in my face

You weren’t going to try and hold this out now were you love? I’ll pretend you were going to point it out.”

He laid it out on the bed, then approached me…

“With that said, lady. Are you holding anything else out!”

 

I shook my head, no, my eyes pleading since my mouth was gagged into silence.

 

Grinning, his torch beam was shined into one ear then the other

“Not quite telling the truth, Lovely sparkler’s them.”

 

He reached up, I was limp, with no fight in me.

 

The thief then laid the torch on the bed…

 

With his teeth the wanker pulled off his thin black gloves, he looked positively evil wearing that ski mask. His eyes are large and I swear, beguilingly, studying me.

 

His mouth opened wide as he reached over with long touching fingers, to begin working off each of my earrings, tossing them onto the valuably shimmering piled out on my beautiful satiny silky robe.

 

Again he stared into my eyes, his own masked lined menacing one’s mere millimeters away.

 

“Not saying I don’t trust you telling your not hiding anything valuable, but, well luv, I’ll be having myself a look anyway. You’ll understand…”

 

I cringed, arching my back as his fingers grasped my arms.

 

He then reached down and squeezed around my bulging chest ,noticing they were hard and perking, pointing up through the sheer fabric of my silky nightgown like a pair of plump fleshy mounds with hard tips.

 

Then I felt his fingers smoothly running over along my silk-clad figure, until he reached my wet pussy and discovers why my “mounds” were so firm under his touch.

 

For yes, I will have to confess having been sinfully aroused throughout the whole wickedly hot experience.

 

You see it started when he was pulling off my rings.

 

No, actually I told a lie…

 

It was when he first grasped me:

The abruptness, the shock, and the surprise, quickly turned to aroused waves of tingling sexually tinged excitement at being held captive, by a thief after my jewels.

 

As he worked at stealing our valuables, a tingling, cringing feeling of helplessness and horror watching a masked man doing that, with the look of pleasure he had in his eyes.

 

Then as he pulled off my rings, well I realized I was growing even more acutely aroused in a quite “horney” role play’esque situation.

 

Arousal that began its stimulating flame, arising from the explosive emerging “kindling” that is one’s own erotica being played out for real when least expected.

 

He could see my struggle against my bonds, and he knew, the Git just instinctively knew why….

 

Then the prat just touched the hairs around my privates

 

Stroking gently, reaching deep enough inside my pussy hairs, just enough to keep me aroused, but not allowing me to come into orgasm.

 

My eyes were opened wide staring at his masked form hovering over me.

 

Then he plunged his fingers deeply inside.

 

My whole figure arched up, fingers tingling.

 

Then the stinking prat, he pulled back. The wanker knew and stopped, just as my figure was trying to come in a full-body arching, explosive orgasm.

 

It was bad enough The bloody thief was stealing my jewels, but adding in robbing me clean of a chance at feeling that titular flame of orgasmic stimulation as I had closed my eyes starting to wince with excitement, that was just bloody rude.

 

^^^^^^

 

Then he was done, all back to business, as he nimbly rose, then picking up his gloves said the chilling words as he put them back on….

 

“Do the other rich dame’s bedrooms have things this nice, as I was told. No answer eh? Well, we will see for me self now won’t I!”

 

He picked back up his torch, letting the beam play down the long chocolate-silken night gown I was wearing over my naked figure.

 

He nodded his head in disbelieving approval.

 

Turning it off, he pocketed the torch, then reaching down he rolled up my satin robe with our valuables in it.

 

Picking up a black backpack he purred…

 

“The lads that were following you birds around last night, they put me onto this job saying to just to snatch the shiny jewels you and your girlfriends wearing out this evening. But lady you have enough here I could make a bit extra for me self!”

 

He stuffed the chocolate satin robe inside his jogger's pack. Followed by cramming in my black gown with the broach.

 

Then lifting my mink he said

But I better see how much of the good stuff your lady friends have in their rooms first. But I’ll take this item in case I have the storage space.”

 

Extinguishing his torch, He started to walk out, then looked back at me and came to my bedside.

 

“And don’t worry about this”

he said touching my now still prickly, damp crotch.

 

"Your not the first broad I’ve tied up to rob whose felt this way, now we’re you!?”

 

Snickering, he confidently opened the door, slipping without a look back

 

He was now in the living room where the others were all sleeping!

 

^^^^

That night thief thoroughly cleaned us out of all our jewels and various other items of high value we had in our bedrooms.

 

Though it was a very nasty thing to have happened to all of us. I did feel a wee bit guilty.

 

For to tell the truth, since I had been erotically aroused by the entire incident that occurred in my bedroom under the thief’s hands whole robbing me, I didn’t quite feel as sad about it as my equally jewel-relieved girlfriends.

 

Fini

 

Done