## Chris and Kat m/f

Post by lasse672000 » Wed Jun 12, 2013 6:27 am

Kat finally got the ropes off of her ankles. It had been a struggle, but now she was finally free. All she had to do now was to get out of the house, preferably without being seen, and to the rendezvous-point, and she would have won. Then, she could do whatever they wanted with Chris; such was their agreement.
He would tie her up to the best of his ability, and she would try to get free and to a location, which they had determined beforehand. Once there she would call him on a cell-phone, and he would come and pick her up.
However, they had set a time limit of two hours, after which he would come and get her and she would remain his prisoner for as long as he wanted. She thought it would be an easy task to get free, but as he had proven to be an expert in tying her up, she suspected she didn’t have much time left, and she needed to get a move-on, if she was to win.
She slowly opened the door and carefully put her head outside, and found Chris standing just outside the door, ready to burst in.
When Chris had finished tying Kats’ ankles he left her to get free on her own.
“See you in two hours,” he said from the doorway, smiling down at her.
“Nng ngmph,” she replied.
He knew he had done a good job of tying her wrists behind her back, and her ankles together. Just to make getting free even harder, he had tied a rope around her waist, trapping her arms to her body, and put the knot in front of her stomach. In fact, he hadn’t put any of the knots in easy-to-reach places.
“Let her work for her freedom,” he maliciously thought. He knew she’d have a heck of a time getting free, never mind getting to where they were supposed to meet in time.
Now, with the help of a mirror on the opposite wall, he kept a close watch on the door to the room where he had left Kat.
The door creaked open and he could see her head coming through, the mop of green-dyed hair almost standing up straight. She looked around and, thinking the coast was clear, slowly came out. He looked at her standing outside the room, completely dressed in green; from her long-sleeved woolly tunic and ending half-way down her thighs, to her woolly pantyhose and leather shoes, and once again he was reminded of how much he loved that Robin Hood- inspired outfit of hers. The only thing he was a bit unsure of was that new colour of her hair.
“Oh, well,” he thought, “if she wants it that way, I’m not going to argue.”
When she turned her head to look the other way, he silently sneaked up behind her, giving her a real shock when she turned her head his way again.
“YOU,” she cried. “You almost gave me a heart-attack! Why aren’t you where we were supposed to meet?”
“Oh, I had a distinct feeling you wouldn’t make it in time, so I came back to claim my prize,” he said, with a smirk. “Even though there are a few minutes left on the clock, it’s nowhere near enough for you to get there, so here I am instead.”
Kat let out a few choice words he wouldn’t have thought was part of her vocabulary, before she kicked the wall. That in turn led to her jumping up and down on one foot and using more bad language, as she apparently had forgotten how thin her shoes really were.
“AOW, my toes; my poor, poor toes,” she moaned, over and over again, in between the cursing.
Chris fought real hard not to burst out belly-laughing. However, he was chuckling and shaking his head as he grabbed her arm and led her back to the room where she had been held prisoner before.
He stood behind her and once more crossed her wrists, tied them together, and covered the rope with a layer of tape.
He put his hand heavily on her shoulder, pushed down, and said in a firm voice; “Sit!”
“I’m not a dog you know,” she protested, but nevertheless crossed her legs and sat down in one pliant move. He knelt beside her, took a rope and folded it in half, and wound it around her legs, tying them together about half-way up her shins.
He took a napkin, balled it up and said, still using his firm voice: “Open wide!”
Again, she started protesting, but he just calmly put the napkin in her mouth and, before she had the chance to spit it out again, wound a long scarf around her head a couple of times, and tied it off behind her head.
He got to his feet, took a step back and looked at what he had achieved so far.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I think there’s something missing, but I can’t quite put my finger on what.” He grabbed the roll of tape, and got to his knees again, lifted her legs up just enough so he could put tape over the rope.
Still on his knees, he shuffled around her as if still trying to get an answer to his question.
“Mm-m; better,” he admitted and nodded. “Still not satisfied, but getting there.”
He shuffled again, so he ended up behind her.
“These will be the finishing touches, I think.” He wound the tape around her head a couple of times. He grabbed her elbows and brought them together as close as she would allow, and then wound tape around them. Lastly he taped them to her body.
Then he got to his feet, walked around her once, inhaled through his nose and said: “This is a true work of art! Oh, how I wish I could keep you like this forever, but I know I can’t. I suppose I’ll just have to make do with these.” He took out his cell-phone and snapped pictures.
“I will save them on a secret place in the computer, and only look at them when you’re not around.”
Whazzzz up!.