A Bet is a Bet

Postby markusthe1st » Tue Aug 27, 2013 4:12 pm

This is dedicated to Mirae in hopes of a speedy recovery ;-)
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"At the very least, I admire your spirit."

"Fuck you."

"See what I mean?"

"Okay, let's start from the beginning, then?"

"You sure you can remember that far back, now?"

"With age comes wisdom you smartass, you."

"Humphh!"

"I like the sound of 'murrumphh' much better."

"Like you're going to stuff anything into my mouth anytime soon. You can't even seem to keep a promise to me, and now look - I have surgery and everything."

She was beginning to crack - any minute now and a smile was going to lash out across her face with enough venom to make it real.

"You know I was busy with life - and you too - for that matter. Come on, give a guy a break. It's not like you were ready to act out your part in the hospital and all."

There it was, the slightest part of a grin. Somewhere outside a little bird chirped a Spring song.

"Okay, you're right. But I never said that out loud, and will deny it even under heavy torture."

She smirked. A smirk must be considered a smile somewhere in the world, after all.

"Okay, then."

"Okay."

"Alright."

"Stop agreeing with me already!! Are you going to tie me up or not?"

"Geeze - you're bossy!"

"Fuck you!"

"If you're ready, then I am. Surgery or not, I'm going to prove to you that my tying skills are much better than your escape skills any day of the week."

"More like make a fool of yourself, old man!"

"Care to make a wager?"

She was definitely smiling now - at long last, the crust was breaking free on re-entry to the human world.

"Yes! I bet you'll still be an asshole once we're done!"

"I cannot wait to stuff something panty-like into that mouth of yours."

"Promises, promises."

Not missing a beat, I reached over and grabbed a long coil of rope, picking an end out of the folds and stretching it out to about 6 feet in length. Turning to her, I said, "This should be enough."

Her smile became an all-out laugh, first spontaneous, and then deliberate, with her carrying it on long past it's initial worth. She was mocking me now. At least she was happy.

"You can't be serious! You think you can tie me up with that little bit, and I won't get free?"

I just smiled at her and said, "Well, there is the wager."

"You mean bet. Okay, what did you have in mind?"

"It's simple, I tie you up with whatever rope I choose, and you have a half-hour to get free."

"And if I do?"

"Then you get whatever you want. And I have considerable resources."

"And if I don't?"

"Well, that's where it gets interesting. You have to do W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R I say."

"Anything? You're not going to be a dirty-old-man on me, now, are you?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. If I win, it's my choice, and you respond accordingly."

"Hmmmm... that means that if I win, you would have to do W-H-A-T-E-V-E-R I wanted too, doesn't it?"

She now wore an ear-to-ear grin that would make Machiavelli blush.

"Since you put it that way, yes. You're not going to be a slutty young girl on me now, are you?"

"In your dreams, maybe."

"Just sayin'. I'd school you there too. But we'd both get an 'A', for effort."

Such a smirk crossed her face, I almost chuckled. Was this banter getting me excited? Maybe just a little, but this was serious. And she was not going to get free on me, not this time.

"So, I'll get started then."

I picked up the long section of rope and unwound it. Around 50 feet, give or take, and more than enough to leave an impression. I grabbed a chair from nearby and set it down right next to the couch where she sat.

"Have a seat, hand behind the chair."

"Hey, what are you doing?" she asked.

"The wager, remember - I'm going to tie you up now."

"No duh! I mean with all that rope? I thought you were going to use the short piece?"

"You made fun of me, remember?"

"No, you made it too easy for me to make fun of you, remember?"

"So, you want the short piece now? I know girls can be fickle, but this is ridiculous."

Grudgingly, she sat down in the chair, but kept her hands in front, resting on her lap.

"I was just wondering how you could is all."

"You mean, how I could tie you up with such a short piece of rope so you can't get free?"

"Basically, yes."

"Ancient Chinese secret."

"Bullshit."

"Whatever - I think I'm going to gag you first this time. The thought is bringing a smile to my face, see?"

And with that comment, I placed my Cheshire Cat-like grin a few inches from her face.

Then I realized something - she never accepted the wager after all.

"So, is the bet on - or off?"

"I don't know. You could ask me to do things to you."

"You should be so lucky," I whispered under my breath.

"What did you say?"

"I said, don't be so plucky. I mean, you could ask me to do things to you too, remember?"

"You should be so lucky."

"Knowing you, I really have to worry more I think."

After an expected, yet momentary evil grin, her face softened just a bit, for the first time since she arrived, as if her bravado slipped off like a cape.

"It's just, if I let you tie me to the chair with all that rope, I don't really stand a chance of getting free."

Women... I swear, there's just no rhyme or reason sometimes.

"Didn't you ask me in the beginning if I was going to tie you up?"

"Yes."

"Didn't we make this whole plan a while back to play this little see-if-you-can-get-free game?"

"Maybe."

"Okay, well, you're here, sitting in my chair, with some rope and bandannas just waiting to be put to good use by me."

"I know."

Well, this was getting interesting - at least we were still talking, and she was still in the chair. She was different in person than I expected, but just as much fun to talk to.

"Tell you what - let's revise the wager a little."

"What did you have in mind?"

"The winner can only use three words to tell the loser what they want them to do. How's that?"

"Three words?"

"Yeah, that's all. Like if you got loose and won, and wanted to tie me up, you could only use three words to say so. Like, 'Tie you up'"

"Or if I don't get loose, you can only use three words to describe what you want from me?"

"Exactly - you in?"

"Oh yeah - as long as you tell me how you would keep me tied with only six feet of rope."

"Why don't I just show you?"

"Oh, no you don't! It would be embarrassing enough if I couldn't get free at all, but I'd just die if you tied me up with that small amount of rope and I couldn't get free."

Remember what I said about women being fickle? First it was, "I'll never get free if you use all that rope," and next it's "You have to use all that rope because I'll never live it down!" If I wasn't such a gentleman, I'd be screaming into a pillow!

I said, "I'll tell you if you can ask me in three words after you get free - if that's what you want, of course."

"Bastard!"

"Sometimes - now put your hands behind the chair, will you? If I ever write about this, the readers are going to be frustrated that I didn't tie your ass up already."

"If? You better write about this! You don't know how lucky you are right now - you think I just do this with anybody?"

I stuffed a wadded-up cloth into her mouth, but just left it there, hanging half-in and half-out.

"Merwwy wwunneee," she articulated.

I moved her wrists into a prayer position behind her back, with her fingertips pointing upwards towards the back of her neck, and tied her wrists together. She was right about one thing she had previously said - she was limber and flexible.

I wrapped the rope around the chair and her upper body, threading it in such a manner that it pushed her wrists upwards and closer to her body and pulled her upper arms into the side of the chair.

"Murrummphh... murrrummp...whaaah-he-hewwll," my little captive said.

"Hold on, just a sec," I answered, and wrapped the rope above and below her breasts, before tying the knot off in front, just above one of her bound breasts.

I pulled out the cloth for just a second.

"What was that?"

"What was this?"

"What?" I asked.

"My hands tied like this - I can't even move them at all!"

"Isn't that the idea?"

"I guess," she said, rocking the chair back and forth, and shaking her body in an effort to force the ropes loose.

"Hey, I'm not done tying you up yet, you know?"

"I know, okay, go on and finish. I've just never been tied up like this before."

I stuffed the cloth back in, and started tying her feet together. First her ankles, side-by-side, the I pulled off her socks and shoes and tied her big toes together.

The look was precious, to say the least. Part glint, part sexy-submissive, the cloth sticking out of her mouth just made the perfect little picture.

I took one last section of rope and tied it around the line cinching her ankles together, and pulled on it to lift her feet off the ground and towards the back of the chair. I tied it off at the base of the chair, well out of reach of her fingers, which were pointing towards the ceiling, and firmly tied between her shoulder blades.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"Muwmphh-aaahowwe!"

"Oh, sorry - forgot to take that out," and I yanked the cloth from her mouth.

With the same glint in her eyes, she said, "You don't have enough rope to hold me. Now, start the timer already!"

Damn, she was cute. I was really starting to like her.

I held up the final piece of my ensemble for her - a pair of old grandmother-style panties. They were huge.

"You wouldn't."

"Kinda late to say that now, isn't it?"

"Fuck you."

I don't know why, but I relented. I grabbed a fresh bandanna and tied a knot in it, and gagged her tightly - more for effect than anything else - with it.

I stated the stopwatch app on my phone and she started struggling like a wild banshee. Make that two banshees and a wildebeest. No, she was sexier than a wildebeest, more like a wildcat.

She methodically wriggled her wrists and fingers, then elbows and knees, but wherever she moved or pulled, another rope moved with her or pulled back. I had to admire her patience and perseverance. It was quite the act to watch - one of those million hits on YouTube type-of-things.

Twenty minutes passed, and she was still firmly in place, until something happened that I didn't expect - one of the ropes going around the outside of one of her elbows slid down and slipped off, giving her some wiggle room.

Tired, sweaty and frustrated - she got this fresh gleam in her eye and stared me down - kinda like, "You're gonna lose to a girl, Sucka!"

She worked it for all it was worth - the loose elbow moved another rope nearby, and she could almost grab it with the opposite hand. Almost, that is, because at each attempt to grasp it, the rope held firm to where it was planted, and slipped from her fingertips at least 10 or more times.

At less than five minutes left, another rope slid down over the other elbow, giving her even more freedom than before.

"Hawahawah - Immgownnawinn!"

The stopwatch app, in full view, taunted her by dinging loudly at the one-minute mark.

"Fwuukk!"

And an all-out full-body struggle started, threatening to tear the chair apart in the process. She was right about one thing - I was lucky to have this opportunity to see this action live.

Only, the ropes pulling her wrists upward still held firm, as did the ones pulling her ankles upwards and into the back of the chair. With thirty seconds left, she ran out of steam altogether.

"Fwuuk."

Rather unceremoniously, the stopwatch dinged loudly. Time was up - to the victor go the spoils.

"Holy crap - that was awesome," I said.

"Unhyye wee!"

I knew what that meant, and pulled off her gag first before untying her wrists and then ankles.

"Wow, you got me good, there. I've never been tied like that before - I was totally helpless."

"Told you I had a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Look - you won fair and square - don't be a dick and rub it in already, okay?"

"Fair enough. Besides, I can rub it in all I want, once I tell you what I expect from you."

"Ewww, do you have to sound like a creepy old man too?"

"Always with the insults. Okay, off the chair and on your knees. Hands behind your back."

"What's this about?"

"I'm going to tell you what I want you to do to me."

"You mean FOR you, right?"

"Same thing."

"Three words - no more. I'm going to call you on it - expect it!"

"Three is all I need. You ready?"

"Well, I'm kneeling here with my hands behind me, aren't I? I'd call that ready for just about anything."

"Just about."

"As you know, I did win fair and square."

"Yeah. yeah."

"So, in three words, I want you to..."

At that moment, she closed her eyes, and her lips parted just a bit.

"...to su..."

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her lips parted just a bit more.

"Well," she whispered, "Just tell me. I think I know already."

I composed myself - there was something very sexy about her sitting in front of me like this, especially after conquering her with my ropes.

But, a wager was a wager, and I won fair and square.

"Okay, sweet-thing... I want you to paint-my-house!"
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: A Bet is a Bet

Postby markusthe1st » Wed Aug 28, 2013 7:28 am

Nothing like some words of encouragement to start the healing process right, I like to say ;-)

Maybe I should have gone with the six-foot piece after all?
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

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Postby GoneGoneGone » Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:27 pm

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Re: A Bet is a Bet

Postby markusthe1st » Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:38 am

Thanks! It kinda writes itself once you get going, and hey, who doesn't want to watch Mirae paint their house?
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!

Re: A Bet is a Bet

Postby markusthe1st » Thu Aug 29, 2013 1:52 pm

I kinda like that insult - it has a nice ring to it.

BTW, do all your comments have to sound so phallic?

Muwahaha!
Walk the mile first... then have the fun!