Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Fantasy 28 Continued

“Of the two positions you described in your letter, I liked the post better. It would make a girl a little more helpless than the ball tie. With the ball tie she might be able to roll around the floor - a little bit. But with the post...” She let her voice trail off provocatively.

Not really caring to do it, Gary untied her wrists and led her to one of the posts. Placing her back against the post, he crossed the wrists behind the wood and retied them. Then he selected a new length of rope to bind her elbows. They would, of course, not touch because of the thickness of the post, but he linked them solidly with the rope so that they were pulled very tightly towards each other. In fact, they almost touched and the cords cut into the flesh very nicely.

“Have you ever been tied up before?” he asked as he reached for a long piece of rope.

“No,” she replied. “But I’ve always dreamed of how wonderful it would be to be tied hand and foot and totally helpless.” He put a loop around her waist, the post, and her wrists, and then pulled it tight. More turns around the post and her wrists were locked against the wood with ropes cutting deeply into her stomach. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “You really can tie tightly.

“Well,” she went on, “I asked a couple of the men I dated if they would tie me, but half of them didn’t want to and the other half couldn’t do a good job. I mean, the ropes were loose and I could get out easily.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” He wasn’t really concentrating on her words but on that wonderful body. Another long length of clothesline was being wrapped around her chest, arms and the post. Most people would have thought the ropes were going on far too tight, but Monique seemed delighted rather than upset as strand after strand of clothesline was embedded into her lovely curves. Soon her body was welded to the wood with numerous very tight ropes above and below the breasts, and around her waist.

“I decided that I would have to find someone who really knew how to tie,” she continued. “Then I found those bondage magazines and was delighted. Here were girls really and truly tied. But all of them lacked that final touch, that extra tightness that would make them feel and be totally helpless.” She was definitely breathing harder now, despite the constriction of her waist. “And I read your letter. I knew that if this man had really tied girls as you said you did, this was the man I had to have tie me.”

Gary selected another coil and knelt to pick up one ankle and slip the shoe off. The loop went around that ankle and then up to the crossed wrists. With effort, he passed the rope between her forearms and the wood then back down to the other side. He pulled, and her snared ankle went up behind the post, up until the bottom of her foot was pointed towards the ceiling and her fingers were touching it. Then he brought the rope down and around the ankle again. Several times he repeated that until her left ankle was lashed tightly just below her wrists. Binding another rope around her right ankle, he passed that between the wood and her arms and began pulling her other leg up and behind.

Monique grunted as her weight shifted from the supporting leg to the ropes about her body. But they had been tied so tightly that her body slid downward only a fraction of an inch. Soon, her other foot was bound within touch of her fingers.

“I... I knew you were the man I wanted to teach me.” Her breathing was much harder now, both from the constrictions about her chest and the excitement that was evident in her eyes. “I want to experience the tightest, strictest, most escape proof bondage possible. Ohhhhh. That’s nice!” she said as he jerked a rope tight. “You are the one.” Her cries were of pleasure not pain.

“I’m not finished yet,” said Gary, firmly in command and beginning to enjoy this. Her ankles were tied towards her wrists but she could wiggle her feet an inch back and forth. He then took more rope and wrapped loops of it around her ankles and the post with the rope passing over her thighs. Soon her legs were pressed as tightly to the wood as were her feet, eliminating that tiny play.

“Ohhhhh, Gary!” Monique was definitely panting now, tiny tremors dancing along her muscles as she hung against the wood, well off the floor. Studying his captive figure, Gary came to the conclusion that she could move her head and wiggle her fingers. Nothing else.

“I never believed it could be this intense,” she panted. “So incredible, my dear.”

“I’m not finished yet,” he repeated with delight in his voice.

Her wrists were crossed with the palms outward, and along the back of each hand there ran several lengths of rope that held her ankles up. Gary took a roll of gray duct tape from the workbench and cut off a length. This he used to tape her thumb to the ropes. Then he taped her fingers to the ropes. When finished, both her hands looked as if she were wearing mittens, very tight mittens. All her fingers were lashed to the ropes so that she couldn’t move even the tips of them.