Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Surprise

The black-clad figure creeping along the balcony was outlined against the evening sky for only a second, but had an observer been present, he would have seen the unmistakable shape of a young woman outlined against the final faint glow of sunset. Then she slid open the glass door and was within the apartment and out of sight.

Brandy flattened herself against the wall and tried to calm her beating heart. Quickly she surveyed the bedroom to confirm it was empty. Her normally pale green eyes were glowing with inner excitement as she eased off the small backpack.

What a rush, she told herself. This sneaking into a man’s apartment without being seen is quite exciting.

Silently she closed the drapes. Only when none could see within did she dare to light the small lamp on the nightstand. Quickly she confirmed that the rest of the apartment was as empty as the bedroom.

Then she sighed with relief. The breaking and entering part was over. Now for phase two of her plan.

First off were the black jogging shoes. Then she pulled back the hood of the black spandex body suit, followed by the rest of the skin-tight suit. There was no underwear.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught her image in the mirror and turned to look at it. She saw a naked twenty-year-old woman with large, firm breasts and a trim, very sexy body. She shook her head to arrange the golden waves of soft hair gracefully over her shoulders and smiled at the sensual image reflected back to her.

Moving with practiced speed, for she had indeed practiced what was to follow many times in her own bedroom, Brandy opened the backpack turned it upside down. Two lengths of white cotton clothesline, wrapped into short coils, tumbled onto the burgundy bedspread. There followed a pair of handcuffs, a rubber ball gag, a short length of chair, two small padlocks, and what looked like a leather sack. The backpack was tossed on top of the black body suit on the floor in the corner.

Each length of rope was unwound and laid upon the bed. The handcuffs, chain and padlock were placed up by the pillow. The gag and leather sack joined them on the other side of the bed. She pulled both pillows out from under the covers and placed them to one side. Then she took a handful of paperback books from the small shelf, revealing a thick metal ring that had been screwed into the heavy wood of the headboard. Taking the chain, she placed one of the padlocks through the last link and that ring, clicking it shut. Then the chain was laid out.

She didn’t expect to have to spend too much time in the discipline hood that night. But if fate conspired to lengthen the time she must endure it, then so be it. Such events only added to the excitement of the game.

Satisfied that the hood was properly on and could not be worked off, Brandy felt to her right for the pillows she had placed there. She rolled left and inserted the pillows under her bottom. Then she leaned back and lifted her arms above her head. The handcuffs greeted her fingers like old friends, the steel cold but welcome. With practiced ease, she encircled one wrist with shiny metal and shut it, click after click, until the metal was snug against her flesh. She repeated the process with the other cuff, locking her wrists securely a couple inches apart.

Her breathing was coming faster now as the moment was at hand: the point of no return. Up to now, she could back out of this adventure, remove the restraints she had placed upon her own body, pack up her belongings and depart into the night as silently as she had come. But once she locked that padlock, she would be helpless. She picked up the chain and pulled her body up with both hands. The ropes on her ankles tightened. When she had her body as far towards the headboard as she could, she held the chain with one hand and picked up the lock with the other.

Brandy worked in darkness and by feel, but these were operations she had practiced and knew she could perform. With the lock through the link of the handcuffs and the far most link of the chain she could reach, Brandy paused, savoring the exquisite tingle of fear and excitement within her. All she had to do was push it closed and hear the click, and she would be helpless.

She pushed. The lock clicked. She felt a shiver race down her spine.