Karen's love m/f

Postby lasse672000 » Thu Nov 08, 2012 1:04 pm

Karen was lying face down, on her bed. She was dressed her favourite night-gown. It was ankle-long, long-sleeved, had a multitude of frills along the bottom, wrists and neck, and was made of wool. It was white, with pale pink and blue flowers on it. She had put her hands behind her back, and her feet together. A masked man stood over her, with a short piece of rope and a very long one in his hands. A third rope lay on her bed.
“Are you really sure you want to do this?” he asked, his fear showing all too clearly in his voice.
“For the umpteenth time: YES, I am!” she snapped. “Now, hurry up, before I change my mind, and ask someone else to do it!”
He sighed; she could be a real nuisance; when she got something in her mind, she just had to do it, no matter what. She just kept on nagging and nagging, till she got what she wanted. He knew this, and had yielded as soon she had started mentioning her idea.

“Well, then you’d better stand up then, hadn’t you?” he said impatiently.
When she wanted to know why, he sighed and carefully explained, as if talking to a small child, that he couldn’t wrap her upper body in the rope, while she was lying down. Now, could he?
“No, suppose you can’t.” she sulkily said, but did as he asked.
He started by tying her hands together, using the short rope. Then, he folded the long one in two, to easily find the middle. When he had found it, he wrapped it once around her chest, just under her armpits. After having made a knot, he continued to wrap it around her upper body, now with her arms trapped. It ended halfway down her thighs, where he made a final double- knot. He took the last rope and continued wrapping her legs, until he got to just below her knees. He, not too gently, pushed her back on her bed, so she landed on her face.
“WOUF!” she moaned loudly, into the pillow.
“Sorry love!” he cheerfully said, while continuing to wrap her legs, until he reached her feet. He wound the last couple of feet of rope around her ankles, and knotted it, using another double-knot. Then he took out a digital camera and took a photo of her lying face down. After having turned her around, he snapped another one, before showing them to her.
“Satisfied?” he asked.
“Mm, very!” she nodded. “You can let me go now.”
“Well, um, no. You see love, it’s like this; I can’t. Or rather; I don’t want to!” he chuckled with an evil grin on his face.
“What do you mean: ‘you don’t want to’? You let me go this instant! You hear? George?”
Instead of answering, he shoved a rag in her mouth, and tied in place with a scarf.
He looked down at her, a malicious smile rippling the corners of his mouth. ”Now, that’s much better, isn’t it.”

Karen started thrashing about, screaming loudly through her gag. “I’d stop thrashing, if I were you.” he said with a concerned look on his face. “You could fall off the bed and hurt yourself. And we don’t want that, now do we?” When she continued anyway, he sighed, lifted her out of the bed, put her in a hard, wooden chair, and tied her to it. He bent down, looked into her eyes and said:”This is so you don’t hurt yourself.” He tied the legs of the chair to the bottom-end of her bed, so they both could be sure, it wouldn’t fall over. He kissed her on her fore-head, and left.

She was discovered the morning after, by her parents.
“Why do you let him do this to you, over and over again?” her mother said.
“Because,” Karen explained, while she rubbed her soar wrists, “I love him, and he loves me!”
“Humph,” her father snorted, “he sure has a strange way of showing his love for you!”
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