## Chopped and Knotted

Post by Mr Underheel » Thu Dec 17, 2015 4:00 pm

Joyce and Sarah were still staring into the sunset when suddenly Jon appeared on the porch. “Hi, ladies! How was your day?” They looked at each other and said, “Eventful and very fun!” What did you do?” “Oh, nothing, really.”
“Who wants me to make dinner for them?”
Sarah shot a look at Joyce that unmistakably conveyed that Sarah had plans that didn’t involve her. They usually did everything together but there were times when either of them might have plans that didn’t include the other. This was one of those nights. “Not me”, said Joyce. “I’m going to take a bath and go to bed. G’night, you two!” And she headed into the house.
Sarah said to him, “Would you be interested in making your fantastic gumbo for me? I’m sure that I have everything that you need at my place. Come on! It’ll be great!”
Jon had known the second that he saw her that the word “No” wasn’t going to be coming out of his mouth that night, no matter what she asked. “Absolutely! If you have all of the ingredients we can get started right away!” They got in their separate vehicles and headed for Sarah’s place, arriving ten minutes later.
“Come on in, Jon. I’m going to change clothes. Why don’t you pour a couple glasses of wine for us, but don’t start anything else until I get back.” Jon got out the glasses, found the wine charms that Sarah liked and clipped them to the stems. Jon’s was a swirling, twisted, random shape while Sarah’s was an actual silver bell, though a miniature one. He filled the glasses with Black Star Farms Red House Red wine. It was very flavorful and a little on the dry side, a great pairing with his gumbo.
And then Sarah walked in. She wore a closely-fitting red leather vest, a straight black leather skirt that fell to her knees, and still wore those killer five-inch black platform boots with the red highlights with the laces up the back. Jon was a sucker for the boots on their own. When he saw Sarah in this outfit he nearly lost his powers of speech. He took a big drink of wine. She walked up to him with her hands behind her back.
“So, Jon, will you make your gumbo for me, and make it in the way that I direct?” Jon’s lips stuck together as he started to respond. “Of course, Sarah. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
She smiled broadly. “We’ll name the dish ‘Ms Compliance’s Gumbo as rendered by her Polycapable Epicurean Technologist’. You will call me MsC. I will call you, well, you’ll see. OK so far?” He nodded slowly. “Good. Then…” she drew her hands from behind her back to reveal an eighteen-inch long black leather collar. She said, “You will wear this while dinner is being prepared and eaten and until the dishes are done. OK so far again?” He nodded again. She buckled the collar around his neck. “Excellent.”
“Now, you can’t cook in those clothes. Go in the bathroom and put on the items that you find there, and only what you find there.” Jon hustled off. Sarah took a seat on a kitchen stool and sipped her wine thoughtfully. Her adrenaline was flowing just as strongly as she imagined his must be. She needed to steady herself quickly.
Jon came back in only a few minutes. He had followed her instructions explicitly and was glowing bright, scarlet red. He had found a long leather apron that slips over his head , behind his neck and then tied behind his back. Sarah—or, rather, MsC—had altered it by cutting out a square section that was strategically located below the wearer’s waist. Jon was also wearing the thick leather pouch that he had found there, and absolutely nothing else. There was a bell attached to that pouch. He stood in the kitchen unable to speak.
“Excellent! You follow instructions well! Here are the rest of the rules for tonight. This evening is not about sex. You will not see my naked body. I will not touch you sexually. There will be no coitus involved. Do not touch me unless I direct it. Understood?” Again, all Jon could do was to nod. MsC smiled in a way that caused him to shiver to the soles of his bare feet.
“Now: to the kitchen! You will have five minutes to get out everything that you need: all of the ingredients and all of the tools that you want to use. At that point I will be setting an alarm for a random period of time, anywhere between seven and ten minutes. When that alarm goes off I will be applying some sort of, shall we say, ‘Cooking Constraint’. The constraint will stay in place until I decide to remove it, IF I decide that it should be removed. Do you understand? Do you agree to these terms?” Once again, all Jon could do was to nod.
“Oh, and by the way. That bell that’s hanging there? Don’t let it ring. I’ll be keeping track of the number of times that it rings. See this?” She held up a black riding crop. “You’ll enjoy one application of this for each ring that I hear.” Jon simultaneously felt dread and desire. This time he was able to both smile and nod. “Good! You’re so agreeable! You’re as malleable as Play-Dough, aren’t you?” “Like putty in your hands, MsC.”
“Well, then, time starts now!” Jon grabbed his wine glass and swallowed it in a single gulp then poured another. Quickly he pulled out the green peppers, onion, celery, andouille sausage, shrimp, olive oil, flour, salt, pepper, garlic, chicken broth, and Creole spice mix. He needed a large stock pot, a large knife, measuring cups and spoons, wooden mixing spoons, and a whisk. Gathering these items took the entire five minutes. MsC seemed to have this time out well so far.
“Ok, the timer is set! You’d better get that stuff chopped pretty quickly! Who knows what the future holds???” He set to the task of cutting up the vegetables and sausage, something that usually took him about fifteen minutes to accomplish. He was working as quickly as he could although his hands were shaking badly. At the six-minute point he was nearly done. The timer went off.

### Re: Chopped and Knotted

Post by Mr Underheel » Thu Dec 17, 2015 4:22 pm

Working on the continuation, if you think it's worth it

### Re: Chopped and Knotted

Post by Maxkaboom » Fri Dec 18, 2015 10:33 pm

Hmmmmm. Looks awesome. A good read. Please continue

### Re: Chopped and Knotted Part 2

Post by Mr Underheel » Sun Dec 20, 2015 11:50 am

“Keep working. I’ll be right there.” MsC reached into a kitchen drawer and pulled out a fifteen foot length of a soft, washed cotton rope. It was a quarter of an inch thick. The ends had been meticulously whipped with a red thread. She doubled the rope and kneeled behind him.
She pulled his legs together and looped the cord around them just above his knees. The line made ten circuits of his thigh which left her with two spare feet of rope. This she used to cinch the ropes on his legs. “No worries. It’s way too early in the evening to take away anything overly vital.” Jon smiled and said, “Thanks for that! You wouldn’t want to have to finish dinner on your own, would you?” He turned to look at her and lost his balance for a second. The bell on his pouch tinkled softly. WHACK! “There you go, smart guy. Be careful!” Jon winced at the surprising impact of the crop. “The timer has been re-set! You’d better get moving!”
The next step was to make the roux. He turned the burner to “high” and got the oil going. He began to whisk the flour into it as quickly as he could, begging the mixture to turn brown as fast as possible. Here again, this process usually took about eight minutes but he had no idea how much time he would be given or what capacity he would lose when the timer went off, which it did only moments later. He continued to whisk while MsC walked to him again, her heels clicking on the slate tile floor.
Again she knelt and began tying another long rope around his ankles. She had positioned them at a distance of about eight inches apart. She ran four coils around the ankles and then used the entire balance of the rope to wrap around itself between his feet. When she was finished, he could hobble along but the rope felt almost like a thick bar that flexed very little. His movements around the kitchen were very constricted but he could still work on his creation.
“Thank you, MsC! By the way, have I ever told you what it is that I like about our software’s interface with Desktop Underwriter?” “No, I don’t know that you ever have.” “Think about it. What is the name of the last button that you click when you run it?” MsC instantly knew what he meant and she laughed loudly! “I’ll remember that! The timer’s running again! Time’s burning!”
He tottered over to pick up the bowl of vegetables and sausage. On the way back his bell rang three different times. He braced for the feel of the crop, but it did not come. “I’m keeping score. We’ll save those for later.” Jon laughed and said, “I’ll do my best to minimize the need.” “Don’t do that on MY account, boy!” laughed MsC.
The vegetables and sausage, salt, pepper, and garlic were in the roux and were cooking. Again, this was about a ten minute process and he was worried about having time to finish before who-knows-what might happen next. He stirred and heated and tasted and was pleased with the mixture so far. Then came the alarm.
“This next constraint might be just a little more of a test for you.” She tied a rope around his left wrist, leaving a very long piece of rope available for her use. She bent his arm behind his back and wrapped the rope behind his back, securing it there. “You’re a one-armed chef now. Let’s see how you deal with it the rest of the way.” Jon couldn’t help but think to him “ ‘Non-sexual’ my ass! She’s making me crazy!”