The Case of the Mad Scientist novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Japanese Hotel Rooms are Hot

I think my jaw dropped a bit. Hell, it damn near hit the floor.

“I need to get in some practice at escaping and Stella’s not here to help me. I brought some rope with me, so, if you don’t mind, would you help me?”

Would I help? Would I? When a beautiful dame asks a favor of Sled Speed, it would be ungentlemanly to turn her down.

“Sure, babe,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said and rushed over to her suitcase. From it she extracted several coils of rope, which she casually tossed on the bed. “Just a second and I’ll be ready.”

I watched in a mild state of shock as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. That lacy black bra was holding a very nice pair of breasts. In fact, they looked so firm, that I was not sure she really needed a bra to begin with.

Then she was pulling off her slacks. A moment later she was standing before me, clad in only that bra and a matching pair of black panties that looked like something a stripper down at Charlie’s would wear - at the start of her act.

It was getting hot in that room. Must be faulty air conditioning. “How do you want it?” I asked.

“Any way you want. Pretend you’re a bad guy and captured me. Tie me up like you would if you were going to leave me alone for a few hours while you go get the evil mastermind of the gang.”

She turned and put her hands behind her.

Now, I’ll tell you, it was a good thing this bondage thing was not new to me. I had a pretty good education in such kinky sports from the sisters of Alpha Alpha Alpha, not to mention my one-time steady girl, Linda Goodbody. And I’d been around the kinky underside of the city more than once. So, when I took her wrists in my hands and began wrapping them with rope, I knew what I was doing.

The only question was how to tie her. She wanted something she could practice getting free from. And she wanted something that was supposed to be good enough to hold her for at least several hours. A hogtie? That was always a good tie when you wanted a woman not to be able to move around much. Tie her to a chair? Not a bad idea, but one had to make sure that it was a sold chair. One time I tied Linda to a wooden kitchen chair and she broke it into piece with her struggling. Too bad we didn’t have a pole or post. Tying a girl standing with her back to a pole and her arms tied behind it is usually a good way to assure she would not be going anywhere.

While I was thinking, my hands were binding her wrists together, with the palms facing each other. With that start, it was only natural to bind the elbows together next. It would not be a fair test for Blaze if I failed to bind the elbow tightly, so I made sure that they came together and were tied that way.

I looked up and saw what that was doing to her breasts in front and wanted to whistle. There’s nothing like pulling a girl’s elbows together in back to make her look good in front.

Lacking any special equipment, like a rack or whipping post, I decided to make it a hogtie. I had her sit on the edge of the bed while I tied her legs together. For a little variety, after I removed her shoes I tied her knees together but with the rope below then, not above them. I had found, from experience, that most women could wiggle their legs well enough to work the ropes down if they are tied above the knees. Unless, of course, you cinched them and made the whole tie so tight that the rope dug into the thighs.

When her legs were firmly held together, I bid her roll over onto her stomach.

“Ah, a hogtie!” she said with glee. “That’s always a hard one to get out of.”

I was busy tying one end of a rope to that around her ankles. But as I was about to pass that rope between her forearms so I could pull her feet up to her hands, I paused. I remembered a tie I had seen at Alpha Alpha Alpha one time. The girl had been hogtied but the ankles were not connected to her wrists but rather to the ropes around her elbows. So I passed the rope over the ropes on her elbows, down and through the forearms then back to the ankles. I made it follow that route another time so it was doubled up. When I pulled on that, her legs folded nicely. Her feet came even with her hands. That was good, but I could tell her body was flexible enough to take more. So I continued pulling. Slowly her feet passed by her hands. Eventually her body would bend backwards no more, so I tied the rope off with several tight knots at her elbows.

“Oh, like wow! You really know what you’re doing,” she exclaimed. “The only person who ties me this tightly is Stella. Well, sometimes Mark - he’s my boyfriend - ties me this tightly. But usually I have to prompt him to do it extra tight.”

She wiggled from side to side a couple times.

“This,” she said seriously, “is going to be hard.”

She wiggled some more and I felt the room grow hotter. They really should do something about that air conditioning.

Damn but she was a nice package! A fine body wrapped tightly in ropes and hardly able to move at all. What more could a man ask for?

Well, for starters, to have her tied so that he had access to her body - for sexual purposes, you understand. Tied this way, her wonderful little pussy was inaccessible. Likewise the rear hole, which some men like to use, was also inaccessible. Of the three holes suitable for pleasing a man, only one remained.

As I was trying to figure out a way to suggest that to her, she blocked my sensual intentions.

“Sled, you’d better put a gag in my mouth. A real bad guy would do that. There’s one in my suitcase.”

I checked, and sure enough, there was a ball gag there. It was pretty much a standard model, a rubber ball with a leather strap shoved through it. Push the ball into the girl’s mouth, then buckled the strap behind her head and you have silenced her. Well, not totally. She can still make noise, especially through her nose. But with her tongue pushed down and that ball filling her mouth, understandable words were impossible. I know. I had seen enough girls at that sorority trying to plead and beg while tied and gagged in that manner to know that they could not form real words.

When I put the ball in front of Blaze’s mouth, she opened wide. What a lovely mouth she had! So soft looking. Those lips looked as if they could really do a number on a man’s penis, were he lucky enough to get in inside there. The ball fitted in nicely, filling the mouth and forcing the jaw open. I began buckling the strap in the back when she made “nnnggghhh” noises and tried shaking her head. Was she trying to tell me she had changed her mind and didn’t want to be gagged? Or, even worse, that she no longer wanted practice time?

I pulled the ball out. Didn’t want to. After all, when a man goes to all this trouble to please a woman, it’s a shame to suddenly quit just when you’re putting on the finishing touches.

“Tighter,” she said. “You can pull that at least another notch tighter than that. Stella always does.”

I pushed the ball back in and made sure that the strap was as tight as my strong hands could make it. The edge of the strap cut into the corners of her mouth - a sure sign that it was really tightly in place.

She nodded to me and began feeling around with her fingers.

I knew that she would not find anything to untie. I also knew that she could wiggle and struggle all she wanted, but would be unable to loosen any of the ropes. I was too experienced at this to allow that to happen.

So, I told myself, you’ve done your good deed for your fellow agent and she’s getting her practice session. Now what do you do?

I looked around. There was a TV, but I didn’t feel like watching shows in a language I did not understand. Besides, there was a fine show going on right before me. Blaze apparently found that she could reach no knots, so she was now trying to pull one arm while pushing with the other in hopes that the rope would slide some. They didn’t.

I sat in a padded chair and watched. She was straining that lovely, nearly naked body this way and that. After a bit of that, she rolled onto her right side and began trying to arch her body more, again in hopes of loosening something. Nothing loosened.