Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Homemade Straitjacket Continued

I was pleading with him not to leave me bent like that. It would be bad enough if I were just left with my feet tied to the ring and my arms wrapped around me in the straitjacket. But with my neck tied to my knees and almost no slack, I would have to stay bend in half with my arms and breasts touching my thighs.

This was part of our games. I protested and pleaded and begged, even occasionally threatened. But so long as I didn’t cross some invisible line, he only smiled at me and ignored me. If I made a bit too much noise, I often wound up with a gag and often more bondage. There were times when my protests made what should have been halfway comfortable bondage into something of a punishment. Me and my big mouth! And I’m sure you know that it was often deliberate...

In this case, however, either he took my pleas to heart, or decided by himself that this would be a little too rough on me - considering that I would have to endure for three or four hours. He loosened the rope and allowed my body to unfold a bit. Not much, but enough to make it somewhat less of a torture.

Well, he finally finished with me and left. I was sitting there on my bare bottom, legs tied together, arms wrapped around me, and my torso wrapped in tape and a sweatshirt. And bent in half. I knew that he could have tied me much tighter. I had been tied at times with my breasts pressed hard against my thighs and my chin touching my knees. Which would have been a pretty rough position to have to spend four hours in. I knew it would be bad enough the way I was tied.

How did I feel? As usual, as soon as I heard the front door shut, I got scared. It’s impossible, no matter how often you do it, to not get scared when you’re totally helpless and alone. I knew that I would be alone for most of the evening. I knew that I would not be able to free myself; he had tied me too well for that. It was frightening, but such a delicious fear.

I knew that I could holler loudly if something went wrong. I might be heard through the apartment walls. Sometimes I heard a bump or noise from the other apartments, but not often. I wasn’t sure if I could be heard. But, as usual, I knew that I would suffer quietly except for whatever moans or curses escaped my lips. What gets really scary is when you’re gagged and alone.

For a long time I stayed sitting upright. I was pretty sure that if I fell to one side, I wouldn’t be able to get up again. And I was afraid that I’d be more uncomfortable lying on my side than sitting down.