Tales of the Rope

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.

But they had been tied so tightly that her body slid downward only a fraction of an inch. Soon, her other

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

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

well off the floor. Studying his captive figure, Gary came to the conclusion that she could move her head

intense,” she panted. “So incredible, my

he repeated with delight in

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

gosh! I can’t move my fingers,” she told him as if he

he informed

rolled up and inserted into her mouth. As the gag neared her face and realization of what was about to happen registered in her eyes, Monique sighed with pleasure and managed a meek “Thank You,”

on his and shivers were racing along her body. Her

wrappings of the tape until only her nose and a small slit for her eyes were the only parts of her head showing.

bound with her weight providing the pressure that held most of the ropes tight. He watched the slight movement of her breasts as she breathed. They were beautiful and stood

and smell the sexual excitement of her body. Her eyes were closed