Tales of the Rope

Chapter 21: Surprise
The black-clad figure creeping along the balcony was outlined against the evening sky for only a second, but had an observer
been present, he would have seen the unmistakable shape of a young woman outlined against the final faint glow of sunset.
Then she slid open the glass door and was within the apartment and out of sight.
Brandy flattened herself against the wall and tried to calm her beating heart. Quickly she surveyed the bedroom to confirm it was
empty. Her normally pale green eyes were glowing with inner excitement as she eased off the small backpack.
What a rush, she told herself. This sneaking into a man’s apartment without being seen is quite exciting.
Silently she closed the drapes. Only when none could see within did she dare to light the small lamp on the nightstand. Quickly
she confirmed that the rest of the apartment was as empty as the bedroom.
Then she sighed with relief. The breaking and entering part was over. Now for phase two of her plan.
First off were the black jogging shoes. Then she pulled back the hood of the black spandex body suit, followed by the rest of the
skin-tight suit. There was no underwear.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught her image in the mirror and turned to look at it. She saw a naked twenty-year-old woman
with large, firm breasts and a trim, very sexy body. She shook her head to arrange the golden waves of soft hair gracefully over
her shoulders and smiled at the sensual image reflected back to her.
Moving with practiced speed, for she had indeed practiced what was to follow many times in her own bedroom, Brandy opened
the backpack turned it upside down. Two lengths of white cotton clothesline, wrapped into short coils, tumbled onto the burgundy
bedspread. There followed a pair of handcuffs, a rubber ball gag, a short length of chair, two small padlocks, and what looked
like a leather sack. The backpack was tossed on top of the black body suit on the floor in the corner.
Each length of rope was unwound and laid upon the bed. The handcuffs, chain and padlock were placed up by the pillow. The
gag and leather sack joined them on the other side of the bed. She pulled both pillows out from under the covers and placed
them to one side. Then she took a handful of paperback books from the small shelf, revealing a thick metal ring that had been
screwed into the heavy wood of the headboard. Taking the chain, she placed one of the padlocks through the last link and that
ring, clicking it shut. Then the chain was laid out.
Working quickly in case Bill returned earlier than expected, Brandy went to the end of the bed and threaded the end of a piece of
rope through another metal ring screwed into the underside of the wooden frame at the corner. The rope was then laid on the

bed with both ends equal. She repeated the process with the other corner. Then she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself
sitting with legs spread wide towards the bottom corners.
Bending forward, she took one rope in hand and fed the rope back through the small loop tied at one end, making a larger sliding
loop. She placed that loop around her left ankle and pulled it snug. She picked up the other end of the rope, threaded it through
the last link of the chain, and pulled it until the rope was taut and her leg pulled towards that corner. She tied it with three solid
knots, and then repeated the process with her right ankle.
She wiggled her bottom and moved backward until both legs were pulled as tightly as she could make them. She smiled. So far,
so good. Then she reached over for the ball gag. She opened her mouth wide and inserted the ball. It was a tight fit and she had
to push to get the rubber to wedge behind her teeth. Then she buckled the strap behind her head. She knew that before too long
the muscles in her jaw would begin to ache from being forced wide open. It would be uncomfortable. But a little pain was nothing
compared to the excitement she was feeling and the anticipation of what was to come.
She made sure that the second padlock was next to the end of the chain. Then she picked up the black leather sack and spread
it apart like she was peeling an orange. She put her face into the leather. There was the delicious aroma of leather as she
smoothed what is called a discipline hood around her head. There were eyelets and laces in the back and she began carefully
lacing the hood shut. Working only by feel, it took a while but she was very careful to make sure all of the hood was tight and
smooth. When the final lace was pulled tight at her neck, the only portion of her head not covered by leather was her nose
sticking out through a small hole. She knotted the laces three times.
The thought occurred to her that it was appropriate that she was putting a discipline hood on. After all, she had broken into an
apartment, was trespassing, and should be punished for it. And a discipline hood was not called that for nothing, as she had
found out on several occasions.
The soft leather made the wearer blind. Used with a gag as she had, it also made the wearer silent, at least as far as articulate
speech was concerned. It even muffled the hearing. But mainly it was tight, confining and uncomfortable. Gradually her head
would become warm and then hot. She had discovered that one summer day when she had to wear that discipline hood for three
hours, a punishment she had no choice but to endure since she was tightly bound in a hogtie at the time, totally helpless.
She didn’t expect to have to spend too much time in the discipline hood that night. But if fate conspired to lengthen the time she
must endure it, then so be it. Such events only added to the excitement of the game.

Satisfied that the hood was properly on and could not be worked off, Brandy felt to her right for the pillows she had placed there.
She rolled left and inserted the pillows under her bottom. Then she leaned back and lifted her arms above her head. The
handcuffs greeted her fingers like old friends, the steel cold but welcome. With practiced ease, she encircled one wrist with shiny
metal and shut it, click after click, until the metal was snug against her flesh. She repeated the process with the other cuff,
locking her wrists securely a couple inches apart.
Her breathing was coming faster now as the moment was at hand: the point of no return. Up to now, she could back out of this
adventure, remove the restraints she had placed upon her own body, pack up her belongings and depart into the night as silently
as she had come. But once she locked that padlock, she would be helpless. She picked up the chain and pulled her body up with
both hands. The ropes on her ankles tightened. When she had her body as far towards the headboard as she could, she held
the chain with one hand and picked up the lock with the other.
Brandy worked in darkness and by feel, but these were operations she had practiced and knew she could perform. With the lock
through the link of the handcuffs and the far most link of the chain she could reach, Brandy paused, savoring the exquisite tingle
of fear and excitement within her. All she had to do was push it closed and hear the click, and she would be helpless.
She pushed. The lock clicked. She felt a shiver race down her spine.