Looking at the pile, I asked what I was supposed to do with them. Smilingly, she said: “To tie me up with, stupid! I’ve been longing for you to, for the longest time!â€
Always eager to please, I lay the paper on the floor, told her to turn around and put her hands behind her back. She did, and I took one of the ropes, folded it in half, and started wrapping her wrists with it, in an X-fashion. Then I took another long rope, and tied it around her waist, in front of her. I took the ends, brought them between her legs and tied them off at the back. A third rope was wound a couple of times around her chest, making her budding breast stand out. The last two times I wound it around her, I also included the elbows, trapping them to her back.
Then, I went back to the rope dangling between her legs. I took the loose ends and tied them to the rope around her wrists and to the rope around her waist, where it met the rope between the legs. That meant, that every time she yanked her hands, the rope between her legs would dig in, probably causing discomfort.
Now there were only two pieces of rope left. I took one of them and tied her knees together. I silently motioned for her to sit down on the sofa. Then I went to a chest of drawers in my bed-room and got out a handkerchief, a scarf and a roll of duck tape. She whined when she saw what I was carrying.
Taking no notice of that, I bunched up the handkerchief and stuffed it in her mouth, sealing it in by winding, first the scarf, then the tape around her head multiple times.
Lastly, I took the remaining piece of rope, crossed her ankles, and tied them together. I put her in a reclining position on the sofa, went back to my paper and started reading again.
It took her about half an hour, but she eventually got free.
Dumping the ropes in my lap, she said: “That was a hard one to get out of, but I know you can do better, if you put your mind to it. Please do the next time, won’t you?â€
