“Look, honey! I REALLY want you to do this!” She stood in front of me, dressed as I was, in a pair of red woolly pantyhose, a red-and-white polka-dot, ankle-length skirt and a white sweater, a couple of sizes too big. She was holding several lengths of rope and a roll of duct tape in her hands and she had a pleading look on her face, she knew I couldn’t resist for very long.
“Let’s see if I got this right: you want me,” I slowly said, pointing at myself, and then pointing at her,” to tie you up? Is that correct?” She excitedly nodded, her fussy brown hair billowing behind her.
“YES! HOORAY! He’s finally GOT IT!!!” she sarcastically blurted out, clenching her fists and swirled a couple of times.
“The next obvious question would be: ‘why’, but I think I already know the answer to that one: ‘Because I like it’. Isn’t that right?”
The look she gave me, instead of answering, could have burnt a hole through a rock.
“Yes, O.K, fine, I WILL do it. Just wait here and I’ll go get some things you forgot.”
I was back a couple of minutes later, with a rolled up sock, a large handkerchief and some very long scarves. She obediently opened her mouth as wide as he could, and I put the sock in it. She couldn’t close it properly, so when I had tied the handkerchief and a couple of the scarves around her head, it looked like she had some kind of giant cleave gag, made by an overzealous kidnapper, in her mouth. I blindfolded her, using the rest of the scarves, and put several layer of duct tape around her head. By the time I was finished, only her nose and the top of her head was visible.
I made sure she could breathe O.K, before stepping behind her. I grabbed her hands, and tied them, along with her elbows, together using long pieces of the rope she had brought. I then put generous amounts of duct tape over it all, before gently putting her on the floor, tying and taping her knees and ankles together. I tied her ankles to her wrists, using the last piece of rope.
I got to my feet and said:”Just tell me, when you’ve had enough!” knowing full well she probably wouldn’t be able too. She would have to get out by herself, or stay tied up like that until I got bored of seeing her lying there. As staying tied up until I got bored wasn’t really an option for her, she started trying to get free, as soon as I had finished talking.
Despite my best efforts; ninety minutes later, she was free. I expected her to take the gag and blindfold off, but instead she searched around with her hands, until she found a wooden chair. She sat down in it; put her hands behind the back of the chair, and her feet by legs of it.
“You want me to tie you to it? Is that what you want?” She nodded, and I willingly complied. By the time I was finished, there wasn’t much left on the roll of tape, if anything. This time, however, she made no attempt to get free; she just sat there, humming to herself.
“Don’t you want to get out of the chair?” I asked. She directed her nose my way, and shook her head.
“You do realize, you could be there for quite a while, don’t you?” This time, she nodded.
In fact, she spent the rest of the evening in the chair.