The Plumber's Revenge, by Jessica Verdi
Erotic fiction. Adults only, over 18/21 etc. To any plumbers out there: Don't do
this, it's a crime. I do not condone the actions in this story.
Synopsis
A short story where a plumber gets revenge on a rude customer. Content includes
bondage and sex. Non consensual but not cruel.
The Plumber's Revenge, by Jessica Verdi
"Please hurry up, I have to go out soon!", Rebecca shouted to him from the
bedroom.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!", the plumber muttered to himself. "We all have homes to go
to, you know. And I'm late for my computer class already thanks to this
demanding bitch! Where the hell is this stupid stop-valve?". With his head
buried deep in one of her kitchen cupboards he assumed and hoped she couldn't
hear him.
Rebecca Rossi, was a successful and ambitious 'regional sales executive' who had
gradually acquired the rewards of her success. Her apartment in a smart block on
the Lower East Side had certainly impressed the plumber who had arrived to fix
the dripping faucet. She was still single, but when someone concentrates on a
career like she has that can often happen. Now she was in her thirties she just
didn't seem to meet the kind of men that met her expectations in life. Her
social life had gone to ruin after her boyfriend dumped her last year. Nowadays
an evening business meeting in a smart restaurant was what she considered to be
'socializing'.
Tonight she was meeting and dining with a male client who had just flown into
town. He was businessman, ambitious, talented, driven, good-looking just like
she was. And he was single! Maybe she could make the deal and get her man. She
dreamed about it. She was so nervous right now it felt like she had butterflies
in her stomach, it almost felt like a date. She hadn't been with a man for
nearly a year. This wasn't a date, it's just a business meeting, she kept trying
to remind herself.
She finished her shower and put on a gown. Had that plumber finished yet? He was
still messing around in one of the cupboards as he had been for the last ten
minutes.
She snapped. "What the hell are you doing? Do you actually know what you are
doing, or are you as incompentent as the last plumber." He was actually a damn
good plumber, reliable and reasonably priced as well! (Author's note: Please
remember this story is entirely fictional). He also knew something about female
plumbing and concluded that she needed a good servicing from a professional.
The last plumber she mentioned was actually the cause of his problem. The key to
the valve had been stripped. He'd nearly fixed it and shut of the supply to the
faucet.
"I'm going out in fifteen minutes. Can you PLEASE make sure it's done by then."
She was tense and the plumber was getting it!
He was done in five minutes, cleaned himself and anything he had touched, and
was waiting in the hallway for her to pay him. That woman needed to be taught
some manners! What was to point of being such a bitch? While glancing around the
impressive hallway he noticed some spare keys on a shelf, curious, he tried one
in the apartment door. It worked! He knew it was a crazy thing to do but he
slipped the key in his pocket.
He'd done a number of stupid things since his girlfriend Alison had disappeared
a few months ago but this was easily the craziest. She'd left him a note to say
she wouldn't be coming back but it still didn't seem right. They loved each
other. They were best friends. It just didn't add up. Now he was stuck trying to
get through each working day dealing with bitches like Miss Rossi.
When Ms Rossi came out of the bedroom, all dressed up to go out, his jaw
dropped. She grinned at him as if to say 'This isn't for your benefit' .She
looked beautiful in an elegant long black and silvery dress that made her figure
look fabulous. It wasn't fair that the rudest person he had met in a while
should be able to look so lovely! Her dark hair was pinned up, she smelt very
nice too, it just wasn't right! She paid his reasonably-priced bill in cash, a
derisory amount of money for someone on her salary.
She reached for a long coat from the row of coat-hooks. He surprised her by
holding the coat for her and helped put it on. His instinctive move was so well
executed that she hadn't any alternative but to gracefully accept the
gentlemanly gesture. She thanked him, slightly embarrassed but quite flattered
even though he was only a plumber. When was the last time someone did that for
me, she wondered. The plumber had done the job, not ripped her off, not delayed
her, and even showed some manners. Quite a nice guy really, she thought.
They left the apartment at the same time with merely a 'goodbye' and "Good night
Miss Rossi."
The Plumber resolved carry out his plan as it was to late for him to make his
evening computer class by then. He went to a local drugstore to buy some
personal 'items' and then returned to his vehicle to drop off his plumbing tools
get out his change of clothing and collected some rope he had stored in the van.
After a surprisingly good meal in a local Italian diner he returned to the
apartment to await her return.
It was a beautiful apartment, but too sterile and impersonal for his own tastes.
For him, an apartment was a place that you filled with your favourite things,
interesting mementoes, gifts that people gave you that you stuck on the wall
proudly. A place where you friends always felt comfortable. Her apartment was
not like that and he felt a little sorry for her.
In her bedroom he found some interesting items. In the top drawer of her bedside
cabinet: A vibrator, nothing unusual there. A paperback: Beauty by Anne Rice, a
classic of its kind. He began to feel he knew Ms Rossi a little better now. In
another drawer he found her elegant silk scarves which he knew would come in
useful. He selected a couple of black ones to match her dress.
He was ready. Now it was just a matter of waiting for her to return. If she
didn't return then it wasn't meant to be. He would slip away and she would never
know he had been there. It was still only the middle of the evening so he took a
snooze in a chair in the darkened living room. He'd removed the lightbulbs in
preparation.
She came home around ten in the evening, fed up and fuming about something,
kicking her shoes off angrily, hanging up her coat. Her business
associate/dining partner and hoped-for lover had proudly announced that he had
got engaged to a woman who worked in a bookstore! Once Rebecca had been told his
news the evening seemed to come to a perfunctory ending straight after the
coffee. She drove her BMW back to her apartment as if in a daze, finally
admitting to herself that she was lonely.
Luckily for the plumber, her noisy entrance woke him from his snooze! He leapt
to his pre-planned position behind the door, and moments later she walked in. He
grabbed her as soon as she fumbled with the light-switch, wondering why it
didn't work. A wrench was poked into her ribs to imitate a gun barrel and his
hand covered her mouth. She had frozen in his grip.
"Do as I say and I won't kill you.", he said with so much menace that he even
scared himself! He had never done this before although he used to play games
like this with Alison. It turned out to have been good practice.
While Rebecca was paralysed with fear, he made her blindfold herself with a silk
scarf. Next he handed her a tightly folded scarf. "Put that in your mouth." He
had another scarf ready in which he had previously made a thick knot in the
middle and he tied it tightly around her head so the knot was in her mouth. The
gag seemed effective and she'd made a surprising good job of her blindfold. She
didn't attempt to remove the gag and blindfold even though her hands were still
free, she still thought he had a gun on her.
He turned on the table lamps in the lounge and made her stand across the room
from him. He told her to take her dress off. She hesitated breifly before
obeying, reaching an arm behind her to grope for the zip. It dropped reluctantly
to the floor around her feet in moments later.
His jaw dropped again, even further than earlier in the evening. Under the dress
she was dressed in a sexy red basque, stockings and suspenders set and had the
body to do it justice. He'd never been with a woman wearing wonderful lingerie.
"You are so beautiful. If you weren't such a uptight bitch I'll bet that some
lucky guy would be seducing you in his hotel room by now." He could tell he just
made her cry behind her blindfold, and felt sorry for her. Tears or not, he
would stick to the plan.
He made her place her hands behind her head and tied the wrists together so that
her fingers were touching the top of her back. That's a great tie for what he
had planned next.
"OK Ms Rossi, now I'm gonna bend you over my lap and spank your ass, while you
think about what an uptight bitch you've been." He smiled when she appeared to
nod her head in contrition. He knelt down in front of her and tenderly pulled
down the delicate red panties.A trimmed patch of pubic hair and nice labia
presented themselves.
Having her lovely body in the red basque and stockings positioned on his lap had
a predictable effect in his loins. She took the spanking with an admirable
stoicism. The stimulation of having her bouncing around on him persuaded him
that was probably enough, at least for him! Once he felt her ass was suitably
reddened, he stopped, relieved to get the squirming body off him before it was
too late.
He made her lay face down on the rug. Time for more rope. Next he tied her legs
in what is called a frog-tie. That is where each ankle is tied to its own thigh.
Feeling her legs within the red fishnet stockings had made that a pleasant task,
and he discovered Rebecca was very sensitive on the insides of her thighs.
So far the rope bindings were not so uncomfortable but this was about to change.
He tied ropes from each ankle-thigh bond then led them up and through her bound
hands behind her head so he could pull back to put some tension on the ropes. He
pulled strongly on the ropes causing her body and shoulders to bend back like an
archers bow, and satisfied, he tied off the ends well out of her fingers'
reach. She was groaning behind her gag, she found it tight, but it was supposed
to be. She worked out in the gym and he knew she looked flexible enough to cope.
It's a good workout for the triceps Alison used to tell him.
That was her binding completed. Her struggling didn't amount to much, and she
was calmer than he expected; breathing fast but not panicking. It was time to
rub on something to soothe her burning buttocks. His hands moved slowly and
firmly across her buttocks knowing that Rebecca had no reason to fight against
his touch. He'd done a good job, and could feel her breathing had slowed. He
wiped his hands thoroughly clean of the lotion. The back of her basque looked
beautiful, the red contrasting with a black ribbon that laced almost as tightly
as a corset. Better loosen those laces if he wants to get at her breasts later!
Then he reached between her legs. She yelped when she felt his hand. She was
very moist as he had hoped. It was time for a little role-play game....
"Hey Ms Rossi! It's a bit damp down here. I think you're leaking!", he said.
"ohhhh!", feeling his fingers on her vulva, she started to struggle more,
sensing that he was moving to an altogether more serious stage of his demented
plan.
"I'm just going to poke around a bit and see where the leak is coming from."
She could feel his fingers rubbing slowly on her labia before touching her
clitoris. Then his fingers were inside her, just a little, probing gently,
teasing, looking for a response.
"ohhhhh!", she seemed to be crying a little. He knew that with gag like that
she'd be making a lot worse noise if she was distressed.
"I'm gonna have to turn you over, the moisture's just getting worse. I can't
reach the source of the problem from here.", the plumber said with mock-concern.
"uuhh hhuuhh". That almost sounded like an agreement!
Tied as tightly as she was, it was quite easy to flip her gently onto her back,
although the way she was strung, her back barely touched the rug. At least it
kept her burning buttocks of the floor this way.
He managed to pull down the top of her basque to reveal her breasts and large
nipples. "Now that's a fine looking set of equipment you have here, I'm gonna
check they are in good order before I continue below." He gently massaged her
soft breasts for a while, impressed with the prominent points atop them. He
teased them expertly with his tongue. "OK, they are responding fine. I reckon
they'll give many years of satisfactory service for their lucky owners." He
wasn't lying and wondered whether Rebecca had appreciated the compliment.
"OK, Ms Rossi. I'm gonna move down below now and see if I can locate the source
of your problem." He always loved the way that garters and stockings 'framed'
that special place in a woman and hers was framed beautifully by her exquisite
lingerie. She heard a sound of something snapping. A latex glove now covered
plumber's left hand. A little lubricant was smeared on the glove and on her
labia.
"Hold still, Miss Rossi, I'm not going to hurt you". He moved himself between
her V shaped legs. The two fingers of his left hand started probing in her
vagina more firmly than before, while his thumb was pressing down on her
clitoris. His right hand was spread and pressing firmly on her belly.
"nnnnnnnnnnnn!", she moaned as his fingers pressed on the front of her vagina.
She thought it hurt before realizing how good it actually felt. As he repeated
the motion she knew for sure that it felt good. She hoped he wouldn't stop. She
felt she wanted to urinate but that was probably just the way he was touching
her.
"Do you want to pee?", he asked.
"um huh"
"It's normal, don't worry, you won't."
"um huh". She seemed to trust him.
She felt a spasm... she was shocked that he was making her orgasm. It happened,
and her world spun off its axis for a few moments. He insisted on an encore. His
fingers were like an audience clapping and demanding repeated curtain calls from
the performer. She had little choice but to oblige him again and again.
He was pleased with his work, and however you look at it, she'd got more that
she deserved. He cleaned her up tenderly with a towel. She lay, panting heavily
in her increasingly painful arch..She didn't hate the ropes despite the pain
they caused. Most of all she wanted him to remove the blindfold.
"OK, Rebecca. I think we've finally fixed the problem. Your equipment is still
in excellent working order despite being neglected. But you should leave it so
long between services in future. Before I leave you, can I interest you in a
special executive finish?"
"uhhh?". she was confused. What could he be asking her? She thought about it and
nodded slowly.
The Plumber was finally getting his chance, amazed that he had managed to hold
out. His erection was not as strong as earlier, as his blood supply had got
bored of waiting. A squeeze of her lovely breasts and the sounds that caused her
to make soon restored his urge. He pushed her knees apart knowing that her
vagina was ready to receive his aching penis. It gave him a warm welcome, and he
took her with a rocking tenderness that stimulated her vagina to hold him
tightly within her. For a few sweet moments they both enjoyed the moments when
it was she that somehow held him as a captive.
Ten minutes later, he was sitting on the sofa looking down at Rebecca who still
lay tightly bound on the rug. He'd turned her over onto her belly just to give
her some relief. He didn't need to decide what to do about Rebecca, as there was
only on option. He would never harm her.
The question was what he was going to do about himself. He had just done the
stupidest thing in his life and could go to jail for a long time. But that would
never happen, he could be out of the country tomorrow and be on his way to the
Far East where he had lived happily with Alison for a couple of years. Maybe a
chance to rebuild his life again?
In the meantime perhaps he should remove Rebecca's gag and listen to what she
had to say.
to be continued?
