Tales of the Rope

Chapter 1: Fantasy No. 28

Tales of the Rope

by John Savage

Published by Running Wolf Books

Copyright 2010 John Savage

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Compelled to Bondage

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I Want Pain

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Island of Submission

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Missing Penny

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Raven and the Slave

Nazi Terror

Planet of Slavers

Lunar Lockup

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Ropes and Ice

Ropes and Spurs

Sacrifice to an Angry God

Savage World: Slave Bondage

Savage World 2: Revenge Bondage

School for Torture

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Slave Safari

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Suffer, Witch, Suffer

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The Barbarian and the Amazons

The Beauty and the Saddle Tramp

The Club

The Dungeon Master

The Fantasy Machine

The Ghost Who Loved Ropes

The Girl Who Loves Ropes

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The Kinkiest Girl in Town 1

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The Lord High Executioner

The Pirates and the Amazons

The Prince’s New Slavegirl

The Slave Who Sold Herself

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The Taking of Sarah MacDonnell

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Chapter 1: Fantasy No. 28

The woman at the door was a real looker. Long blonde hair framed a stunningly beautiful face before it cascaded down past bare shoulders. The low cut dress of red satin revealed the tops of very large, creamy breasts then narrowed to a slender waist before flaring out to sensuous hips. The dress ended not far below those hips, revealing long, very shapely legs. The high heels were of black leather and lifted the perfect body five inches higher.

Gary swallowed hard and forced his stare upwards from the promise of a magnificent pair of breasts. “Yes,” he managed to get out.

“Gary Lockwood?” Her voice was the most sensuous sound he had ever heard.

“Yes.”

She smiled and angels sang. “My name is Monique and I’ve been looking for you. May I come in?”

Not caring whatever it was she was selling, Gary stood back to let her in. He would buy anything from this gorgeous hunk of woman. She swayed her hips into his front room and crossed to the sofa. He watched with eyes glued to the backs of those lovely legs. Setting her briefcase down, she turned and

sat, crossing her legs with a motion that made the tight dress pull up until there was hardly any of her legs not showing and strong hints of the treasure hidden just out of sight in the shadow between them.

Gary gulped and managed to stumble to the chair opposite the incredible creature.

“You sent in a letter to the editor of ‘Bondage Lover’s Express’. A letter signed ‘Tightknot’.” It was not a question. Gary’s jaw dropped opened. “How did you know that?”

“I read it.”

“But... But how did you find out it was from me?”

“I talked to the editor.”

“I don’t think he would give out a writer’s address.”

“I bribed him,” came the simple reply.

“I thought he was honest.”

“When you have a body like this, men will do anything for you.” Gary did not feel inclined to dispute her statement. She leaned forward and continued. “Your letter complained about the lack of truly tight bondage in that magazine. You lamented loose ropes and knots where fingers could reach them. ‘If she can escape, why tie her?’ you said.”

Gary nodded.

“I fully agree. You went on to describe a couple of bondage positions and how to make the female completely immobile, totally escape proof, and very tightly tied. Can you actually tie a woman like that?”

Gary nodded. “I had a girlfriend when I was a teenager,” he replied. “I used to tie Sharon up all the time. It got to be a contest to invent tighter and more restrictive positions. I had to be good; she was

very good at escaping.”

“Did she? Escape?”

“Only at first. Then I got so good she never could escape. The contest sort of became to find inventive new ways to tie her.”

Monique slid forward to the edge of the sofa and stretched her longs legs out before her, with the legs side by side and touching, not with one ankle over the other as most women would have done. With a deep breath that did wonders for her chest development she begged, “Please tie me up.”

Gary was deeply touched by her simple plea. But still a little puzzled. Things were moving a bit fast. “But why me?”

“I know that I have to have the best. That editor ties girls well in his magazine, but there is always the lingering feeling that they could have been tied tighter. That the ropes should be a little deeper into her flesh. That there should be a few more knots, farther away from her fingers. You understand, don’t you?”

“Very much. I often get the same feeling. But I haven’t tied up a girl in years. My wife doesn’t like it...”

“And she is out of town,” interrupted Monique. “Visiting her sister in New York.”

“How do you know that?”

“I bribed the mailman. You’d be surprised how much a mailman knows in a town this size.”

“Well, yes, she is gone. But I don’t have any ropes.”

Monique smiled and opened the brief case. Inside was a large collection of ropes, mostly white cotton clothesline, all coiled up. Gary gulped. And this had started out looking like such a boring weekend.

He touched a couple coils. “All new. But they’ve been washed. To take out the starch?” Monique nodded. “Well...” He had trouble finding the next words.

Monique stood up and reached behind her back for the zipper. A few delightful wiggles and the dress was a red circle around her high heels. The body revealed was every bit as good as promised. There was no bra, but none was needed. The large breasts were firm and had perfect shape. Modesty was served by a very skinny piece of black lace about her hips and covering, barely, her pubic patch, which showed that she had shaved all the hair off down there. Submissively she turned and crossed her wrists behind her back. Her head bowed and she stood there waiting.

With slightly trembling fingers, Gary picked up a small coil of rope and approached the nearly naked woman standing in the middle of his front room. Without thinking, his fingers tied a small loop in the end of the rope. That loop then made a larger loop that would slide tighter as the rope was pulled.

“Of course,” she said, “you may not wish to do the total job here.” Was she breathing a little harder? “Perhaps your garage?” He passed the loop around the crossed wrists and pulled it tight. As he added more wrappings, she said sweetly, “I’m sure there will be rafters and things you’ll need...”

Gary gulped and knotted the rope. He had wrapped the rope both ways around the wrists and cinched down those windings. The final knots were up between her wrists on the top, the farthest point from the fingers. He smiled. It didn’t look like the beautiful woman would be able to untie that rope by herself. He still remembered how to tie. Maybe it was like riding a bicycle – you never forget. With increasing confidence, he picked up another coil of rope, made another loop, and slipped the loop over her neck.

“Come along, it’s the garage for you,” he said as firmly as he could. Monique seemed very happy.

The garage was designed for three cars and was rather spacious. There were two heavy wooden posts, rafters and several metal rings and hooks along the walls, mostly used for holding gardening tools. Monique’s high heels clicked loudly on the concrete floor.

There was silence while she stood with head bowed, obviously awaiting something. Ideas rushed frantically through Gary’s head as he tried to think of a bondage position that would please this gorgeous creature. It was she who broke the silence.