There I was, minding my own business on a Saturday morning, waiting for the elevator so I could go to the basement of the 8-story dorm building in mid-Michigan to do my laundry. I pushed the "down" button and waited for the car to come. It was on the 8th floor but was headed downward. There. It's here on the 5th. The doors slid open.
Inside was a very cute little girl that I had a crush on from afar. She probably wasn't a candidate for being a Victoria's Secret model because she was too short and her chest was too small, but she was beautiful otherwise. Her reputation was that of being a real bitch, though. She ignored normal guys like me, blew off girls that weren't sorority candidates, and was a real pain in the ass to her roommates. At least, that's what everybody had said about her. I only knew what I had been told but there was no reason for me to believe that it wasn't true.
And yet I fantasized about her being my girlfriend and all of the great things that we would do together. I had never once mentioned to anyone--no males and no females--of my fascination with bondage and tied up girls. I hadn't dared imagine that I would ever both have this young woman as my girlfriend, let alone ever have the chance to tie her up.
She was five feet one inches tall and had beautiful, long brown hair. Her eyes were big brown doe eyes. I imagine that she weight about 100 pounds. This day she wore jeans and an untucked blouse and was barefoot. As much as I love a girl in heels, this day she looked better than I ever imagined that a girl could look. Why?
Because when those doors opened it was like all of my dreams coming true at once, even the dreams I hadn't had. There she was, proving to the world how much her roommates hated her. They had tied her up using bathrobe belts. Her hands were tied to her thighs with the ropes going around her legs right up by her crotch and then around her wrists. Another belt then tied her hands to the railing inside the elevator car. And she was PISSED!
She yelled at me, "Untie me! Please!" Of course, being the gentleman that I was, I was going to try to help her so I got in the car, knelt down, and tried to work at the knots. I was rock-hard in the blink of an eye. Was this real? Yes, it really was!
Those knots, though, were pulled so tightly that I couldn't make any headway on them at all. I worked at the one on the handrail and then the ones at her wrists and then, well, why shouldn't I--I worked on the ones that were near her crotch. Nothing worked!
"I can't get them", I told her. "DO SOMETHING! GET ME OUT OF THIS!" I wasn't sure if she was begging me to untie her or ordering me to. Not that I cared. If I can rescue her, I thought, she will be grateful to me and I would be a hero. Then I hit on an idea.
"Wait right here! I'll be back!" I ran out of the elevator and back toward my room. "Hurry!", she called after me. I heard the doors shut and the elevator move back down again.
In my room was my tool box which included my Boy Scout knife that I had had for 10 years. Grabbing it in its sheath, I ran back to the elevator and pushed the "Call" button. "Please please please let her still be there"... It was heading back up but it was stopping at every floor.
Now, finally, the doors opened and there she was! Still tied up and still alone! And there I was with my knife.
As quickly as I could I cut the belt that was tied to the handrail and just caught the doors before they closed again. She was out of the car and in the hallway of my dorm! She the two of us and she was still tied up. That's when being a gentleman was seemingly the wrong thing to be. I should take advantage of this situation! Right? No.
I did take her down to my room so that she wouldn't be publicly embarrassed beyond that which had already happened. Fortunately, my roommates were gone for the weekend so I had the place to myself.
Carefully, I slipped the knife between her jeans and the cloth belt and sawed at it carefully. It took a couple of minutes but finally the belt gave way and one of her hands was partially free. I did the same to the other hand. "Thank you so much! Can you get these off of my wrists?" There were still bindings there.
I was worried about cutting her since these were around her bare wrists. There were scissors in my desk drawer so I switched to them and, holding her hand to steady it, I slowly cut it away. Her great-smelling hair was near my nose and I could feel the heat of her body right there next to me. The last thing that I wanted to do was to free this girl but it was the right thing to do.
At last, she was free. She barely took a fraction of a second to thank me and then stomped off back toward the elevators, probably to exact her revenge against her roommates. I watched her half-run down the hall and then disappear around the corner.
I closed the door to my room and got a beer out of the fridge. Opening it, I took a deep drink and sat down to study. "Idiot. Dope. You're a freaking genius. Why didn't you keep her tied up? You'll never get a chance like that again! Shit!" I spent the rest of the day and the early evening studying and watching TV.
I went to dinner and ate by myself. The dorm was almost deserted this particular weekend so I was just chilling out by myself. I saw her there, also eating by herself across the cafeteria but she didn't look up at me. Her reputation was what it was and I was very shy, so I sat by myself and ate. Once I was finished I just headed back to my room to study some more.
About a half hour later I heard a very quiet tapping on the door. It wasn't locked so I just called, "Come in". And there she was, the girl of my dreams! The little bitch...
She smiled sweetly at me and said, "I want to thank you again for saving me. It was very gallant of you to do what you did. Very noble. Some guys wouldn't have handled it that way." I blushed and just said, "You're welcome. Oh...would you like something to drink? I have some beer, there's some vodka...anything?"
Walking over to me, she had clasped her hands behind her back and took rather halting steps. "No, thanks. I'm not really thirsty at the moment. Can I tell you something? Ask you something?"
THIS girl? Ask ME something? "Of course! What?"
"Um...when they tied me up like that I was so pissed! I didn't deserve it! They're a bunch of nasty bitches. But I have to admit something. Um....when they grabbed me and tied me up I kinda liked it. Well, I liked it a lot. And then when you rescued me like that...well, I REALLY like that."
"Do you think you would be willing to do it again?"
I was stunned! My mouth went dry and I could hardly think of what to say. "Do WHAT again?"
"Rescue me, of course! Silly! But somebody would have to put me in a predicament where I would need rescuing in the first place. Would you be willing to do that, too?"
"UUUhhhhhhh....Sure!"
"Fantastic! Let me go get ready. I can bring everything that we need! Don't go anywhere!"
Holy crap! Was this really happening? What do I do now?
I brushed my teeth, picked up the dirty socks and underwear that were on the floor in the bedroom, and changed my clothes, just a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Then I waited.
Then came a tap on the door. I opened it and she was back, carrying a gym bag, dressed the same as she was before, except that she had put on--thank you thank you thank you--a pair of 4 1/2 inch high black patent leather platform heels. I was stunned! I stood there with the door half open, my mouth open, staring.
"Well, are you going to invite me in?"
"Oh, yes! Come in!"
I closed the door and locked it, then gulped. I felt a heat growing in my jeans.