Tales of the Rope

Chapter 22: Surprise Continued
Brandy was helpless, a naked woman tied down to a man’s bed with legs spread wide in invitation, blind and silent, and quite
unable to free herself. Her nerves were tingling and she felt a delicious spasm of fear that both excited and tormented her.
Brandy sucked air in through her nose and smelled that wonderful leather smell. She let go of the chain and clenched her fingers
into fists. The steel cutting gently into her flesh was hard and cold and impersonal. I will hold you prisoner, it told her. And she
knew it did not lie.
The position was awkward, mostly because of the pillows under her bottom arching her hips upward. But those pillows had the
effect of raising her sexual parts off the bed, into plain view, readily available to anyone. She knew how obscenely but deliciously
available that position made her. And she smiled under the tight leather.
Bill, when he came home tonight, would find an unexpected surprise awaiting him in his bedroom. She knew he always returned
from his job at about seven o’clock. That was forty-three minutes from the moment she clicked shut the final padlock.
Of course, he might not be exactly on time. There was traffic that might slow him down. His boss might ask him to work a little
late. Brandy shivered with delightful fear at that thought. How many hours might Bill have to work late...?
The naked young woman settled down as comfortably as she could to await her boyfriend. She had debated not using the hood
so she could see the look on his face when he found her naked and tied to his bed. But when she planned this little adventure, it
just seemed right to make herself as helpless as possible. It would impress Bill more when he came in. Not only would he find a
naked woman tied to his bed, she would be blind and speechless. Brandy assumed he would instantly know it was her. He had
seen her naked body and tied it down to that same bed enough times so that he should recognize it even without the face
showing.
Surprising Bill was not the only purpose of her scheme. No, she was not going to these extremes just so he could get a pleasant
surprise. She knew full well the affect finding her like this would have on him. And she almost giggled as she thought of his
hands upon her body and then that wonderfully huge rod of his entering her pussy. She looked forward to a long, hard ride with
his weapon embedded deeply into her sheath, followed by a rousing climax for both of them. Oh, how she look forward to that!
But for the moment there was only darkness and the feeling of restraints upon her limbs to keep her company. She explored the
steel of the handcuffs with her fingers and confirmed that she had locked them very snugly. She would not be slipping her wrists
out of those steel circles.

She felt the tightness of the rope around her ankles and wiggled her feet a bit to enjoy it. She tried to close her legs and couldn’t.
For practice, she humped her hips up and down, pretending that Bill was within her, pounding down while she thrust upwards. It
was fun to imagine what would be happening soon. She tried to giggle but found it was nearly impossible with her mouth filled by
rubber ball. Not that she hadn’t experienced that feeling before.
Brandy passed the time by alternating dreams of what was to come with struggling against the handcuffs and ropes to show her
how helpless she was. Wild ideas of what might delay Bill flashed through her mind. He might be lying in a hospital right then,
unconscious from a traffic accident. He might be at his office, working very late, and not knowing that a naked woman was forced
to wait for him.
It’s not easy on a girl who is naked, tied down, and horny. The frustration was the worst of the pains; it was an ache between her
legs that would not go away - in fact, it grew with each passing minute. After what seemed like hours, there came a noise from
the other room. Brandy sucked in air and quivered all over with excitement. Any second now she expected to hear his gasp of
surprise followed by his strong hands upon her body. She shivered in delight.
For a while she heard no more sounds. He couldn’t have come home only to leave again, she told herself. That wouldn’t be fair!
But then she reminded herself that the carpet was thick and she would probably not hear his footsteps. He might be standing
right next to her that very second, looking down at the present offered to him...
Suddenly Brandy gasped and her body went stiff. It had been a gentle touch upon her right nipple. The tender flesh was already
erect and hard as a sign of the sexual excitement raging within her, and the touch had tingled nerves in her breast.
Then there was nothing.
Was Bill teasing her? Would he toy with her body until she was screaming for sex before royally screwing her? Would he even
withhold it to teach her a lesson about sneaking into a man’s apartment when...
Suddenly there was a wonderful feeling in that right breast. A mouth was over it, a tongue gently stroking around the rigid nipple,
and then a soft sucking. Brandy moaned into the gag and thrust her chest upwards to the limits of her bonds.
What came next was an unhurried stimulation of her breasts and nipples by fingers that knew how to alternate pressure with soft
stroking to excite a woman. And a mouth and tongue that had never performed so wonderfully before. Those hands roved over
her body, teasing here and exciting there. For a long time they freely explored her nudity, touching, caressing, teasing. But they
stayed away from the one portion of her body that she wanted touched most of all. She thrust her hips upwards and wiggled in

wanton demand, but the hands did not touch her there. She moaned with passion, but could not put into words the plea in her
heart. Her body was on fire with both desire and frustration.
Then the hands and mouth were gone and she lay there panting, convinced that he was torturing her by withholding sex. How
could he? What a beast!
There was a shaking of the bed as her tormentor climbed between her legs. She whined in anticipation and awaited the hard
shove into her sheath.
But the hard shove never came. Instead fingers parted her labia and a second later that talented tongue descended upon the
most sensitive part of her being. Brandy gasped and began panting as excited nerves shot messages of pure pleasure into her
body. Those strong hands slipped under her ass to grab each cheek. The fingers dug in, creating a wonderfully erotic pain. The
tongue began lashing her sex in a steadily increasing rhythm that matched the rapidly growing heat in her loins.
As the wonderful sensations overwhelmed her, a tiny part of Brandy’s mind wondered that Bill should be doing this. Never had
he performed oral sex upon her before. Sucking a nipple, sure, all men did. But never had he descended to lick, lap and caress
her private parts in the wonderful way he was now. Then Brandy was too far gone into the ecstasy to wonder about such
mundane things.
The orgasm was wonderful! It was skyrockets, it was blazing fire, it was flashing lights. Her whole body shook and trembled and
arched upwards as if trying to break the bonds that held it. And when it was over she fell back to the bed with a great sigh to lie
panting and incredibly spaced out of her mind with ecstasy.
Brandy returned to reality eventually. In the warm and wonderful afterglow of the most intense orgasm she had ever
experienced, she lay there, still bound, still silenced and blinded by the discipline hood. For a very long time she simply lay there,
content to enjoy and make the pleasure last as long as possible.
But all good things come to an end. Eventually muscles in the backs of her legs and in her hips protested the strain of the
position. Her wrists hurt where the metal edges had dug in while she thrashed in the clutch of orgasm. And her jaw ached from
that huge rubber ball.
Why hadn’t Bill untied her? she wondered. And where was he now?
Then she felt something funny about her right hand. Fingers from the other hand explored and found that there was a piece of
string tied to her thumb. She worked her fingers to pull on the string. The other end was tied to a small key that she recognized

as one that would unlock the handcuffs about her wrists. With considerable effort but knowledge of what to do, she unlocked
them, thus gaining her freedom.
When the discipline hood was off and the gag plucked from her aching mouth, Brandy found herself alone. It was nearly midnight
and she was alone. She rolled to one side and pulled out the pillows. Then she untied herself.
She wasn’t sure what Bill was pulling. Maybe he had to go back to work and had simply left her there. Maybe he was playing
some game of his own with her. Well, he had left the key for her to free herself, so he must have intended for her to not spend
the entire night tied to his bed. She got up and pulled on her clothing. Then she replaced everything in the backpack and
smoothed out the covers of the bed. A few minutes later she was letting herself out of his front door, careful to lock it behind her.
Brandy was not able to get Bill on the telephone until Sunday night. “Did you enjoy your surprise Friday night?” she asked, eager
to tell him how much she had enjoyed it.
“Sure,” he replied. “It was a real surprise when Dad called and asked if I would like to go fishing with him. We haven’t done that
for years.”
Fishing? wondered Brandy.
“Funny thing is that I misunderstood and thought Dad wanted me to meet him at his place. Instead he intended to pick me up at
my apartment. But eventually I got him on his cell phone. Had to wait for him to get back to his house. We got up to the lake
around midnight.”
Brandy had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. “You mean that Friday night your dad went to your apartment?”
“Yeah. Funny, us missing each other.”
“Yeah, real funny,” said Brandy slowly. The funny feeling in her stomach was turning into a warmth between her legs. She was
smiling as she asked Bill, “What’s your dad’s phone number? And address?”