It was early afternoon, and mid-teen Mandy was relaxing in a deck-chair, dressed in nothing but a red, spaghetti-strapped leotard, with a white trim and a pair of dark sun-glasses, trying to soak up some sun. Suddenly her wrists were forced together, and before she had any time to protest, they were lashed snugly together with a piece of soft rope. She looked up, and saw her boyfriend, Tom, standing over her holding the end of a rope in his right hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“There is something I want to show you. Come on, on your feet!” he replied as he yanked hard on the rope. She had two options: either she would do as he said, or risk getting her arms yanked clean out of their sockets. Quite sensibly, she chose the first option, as much out of curiosity as of not wanting to lose her arms.
“I can’t go anywhere! I haven’t got any shoes on, in case you haven’t noticed.” she tried to protest, a protest which he completely ignored.
“You don’t need any. Anyway, it’s not that far to go.” was the only thing he said.
With her in reluctant and constantly complaining tow, he walked across the street, and into the little meadow beyond and up a small hill.
“Aow! That hurt, that walk did!” Mandy angrily said, with a strong emphasis on the words ‘Aow’ and ‘hurt’. “I hope it was worth it?”
“Well, I don’t know. What do you think?” he said, and used his left hand to point out the view from up there and taking her sunglasses off.
She looked out over the meadow, and what she saw made her gasp. It was filled with flowers as well as thick, green grass. She had of course been up there many times before, but she had never actually noticed how beautiful it really was.
Tom led her, now rather more willingly, down the hill and to the centre of the meadow, and made her lay down on her back. He took out another piece of rope, and tied her ankles together.
“Why are you tying me up?” she asked, the heat from the sun already making her a bit drowsy.
He lay down beside her: “Because I want you where I can see, and touch you.”
“M-hm, I see! And you can’t do that at home?” she said, with a smile, and a nod.
“No,” he said, with a deep sigh. “Well, yes I probably could, but this place is so much more isolated. Don’t you think? If we were at home, I wouldn’t be able to do this!” He straddled her, and using one finger, he slowly started making circles wherever he could, from the waist up. The other hand he used to pin her hands to the ground above her head, thus exposing her armpits.
At first she didn’t react; she just smiled, drowsily. But as he picked up speed she started giggling, which turned into laughter, which before long, turned into a belly-laugh.
”No! Please don’t! I can’t take it anymore!” she howled, over and over again. The only thing that happened was him turning around and concentrate his attention to her legs and feet. That gave her the perfect opportunity to start pounding on his back.
“The more you pound on my back and beg me to stop, the longer I’ll continue!” he panted.
That made her stop and she even lifted her arms over her head voluntarily. He stood up, only to go down on his knees on one side of her. He looked at her, from her head to her toes, and back up again.
“Oh, you’re such a spoilsport, you are. It was much more fun, when you struggled,” he moaned. Then, his face suddenly lit up:”I know! Come on, up you come!” He untied Mandy’s feet, hauled her to her feet, and wound the extra rope around her bound-together wrists and waist.
“Now, where are we going?” she asked.
“Somewhere else,” was the slightly enigmatic answer she got.
He led her out onto the street again, but not back to her place. Instead, he started walking towards the mall!
“Why are you taking me to the mall?” she protested. “I can’t go there like this, you dimwit!”
“Like what? Oh, you mean you want socks and shoes?” he said, pretending not to understand what she meant. “There’s no time for you to home and put them on! I’ve got this sudden urge for ice-cream, and it can’t wait!”
“In that case, can’t you at least untie my wrists? You’ve got time for that at least. Haven’t you? I really don’t want to walk around town, with my hands tied!”
“Erm, nope! No time for that, either!” he said, shaking his head vigorously, and started walking even faster.
When they came to the ice-cream place, they went in, Tom chose a round table in the middle of the locale, and she sat down, as quickly as she could. Tom bent down and, using the rest of the rope, tied her knees together, tying it off on one leg of the chair.
A draggy voice from behind his back suddenly asked:”What are you two kids having?” Tom spun around and said they would like two large bowls of strawberry-and-vanilla ice-cream with chocolate sprinkles on both, and two large sodas.
The waitress went and got it, and Tom sat down beside Mandy. When the ice-cream came, Mandy mildly asked Tom how she was supposed to eat it. He said he’d help her.
He did, but by the time they were finished, the place were full of people. There was even a long queue, snaking its way outside.
She was untied from the chair, but, because of the queue, it took them a while to get out the door, much to Mandy’s frustration.
Instead of going straight back home, Tom seemed to have developed a sudden urge to go window-shopping. He dragged her along the three-story mall, stopping at almost every shop, sometimes even going in to them, and having a closer look around.
Two hours later, he finally seemed to have had enough. As they slowly walked back home, Mandy remarked:”Tom? Did you notice something odd at the mall? There weren’t many people taking much, if any, notice of me having my hands bound, being dressed the way I am, and that you were dragging me along. Most of them looked as if it was something quite normal.”
“Yes, I noticed that, too. It says a lot, when something like this can be allowed to go unnoticed. Not even the cop we met said anything. I was so sure he would.”
When they got back to Mandy’s place, she said:”Let’s do it again, some day! But this time, give me a ‘heads up’ first, will you? My feet are killing me!”
He just smiled, took her back out to the patio, tied her to the deck-chair, and left her to be released by her parents.