Postby SecretAgent » Tue Feb 12, 2013 5:21 am
PART 5
"Hey, wait a second," said Heather, starting to pull and twist a little against the ropes. "I'm pretty sure this is tighter than Daisy was tied up on TV!!"
"Yes, exactly, I think you're right," I agreed.
"Well that's not fair!" she cried. "I said I bet I could get loose if I was tied up like THAT. Not like THIS!!" She wiggled her fingers, her wrists crossed behind her helplessly.
"Ahh, but like I said before, this will be a slight improvement on the old Daisy Duke scene," I explained.
"An improvement???" gulped Heather. "You mean a tighter tie-up!!"
"Yes, precisely. I must say though Heather, you really do make QUITE the delicious little captive..."
"Hee hee, thanks! This is exciting so far," she replied, wiggling her bottom in the chair.
"OK Heather," I continued, "what else did we learn from that Daisy Duke scene?"
"Hmmm..." mused Heather. "You mean how to escape by dialing the phone with your feet?" she laughed.
"Yes, exactly!" I said. "Or rather, how to tie someone up so that they aren't able to do that." I drew around beside her, another length of rope in my hand.
"Ohhhh I was afraid of that," replied Heather, moving her ankles together as I tied them up side by side. I layered the brown hemp rope tight around her soft tan ankles, just above the ankle straps of her white high heels. Heather wiggled her toes as tingles of excitement raced up and down her spine.
My hands moved up Heather's curvy legs, her silky tan nylons shimmering as she squirmed a little. More layers of rope were secured around her calves, just below her knees, and then her thighs, just above her knees. Each layer of rope was tied off, cinched, and tied off again with tight knots. My fingers moved slowly down her curvy thighs, pulling on each layer of rope to make sure there was no slack.
"What do you think, Heather?" I whispered. "Is that too tight for you, beautiful?"
"Nnnfff no, It's OK," grunted Heather, wiggling her bound hands and feet a little. "I like it nice and tight like this, it makes it more exciting. But I don't think I'll be able to hop to the phone now, hee hee..." she laughed.
"No, that's the idea!" I said. A short length of rope was tied around Heather's bound ankles, then pulled back underneath her and secured to one of the horizontal cross bars underneath the chair. Heather squealed as I yanked her bound feet back underneath her, her pulse quickening as she found herself bound helplessly. I tied off the loose ends with more tight knots behind Heather's back.
"And what else did we learn from that TV scene?" I asked the sexy blonde.
"Ummm..." thought Heather for a second. "That if you tie someone up, then you should gag them too?" she giggled.
"Yes, exactly correct, Heather!"