Tales of the Rope

Chapter 7: Home Delivery
Brian had just tossed the TV program listing to the coffee table in disgust when the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?” he
muttered as he got up and headed towards the door.
It was a woman. Brian was about to tell her he didn’t want to buy whatever she was selling when she spoke his name, “Mr. Brian
Cory? I’m Susie.”
“Yes?” His mind was blank. He didn’t know this very beautiful woman, or any Susie, for that matter.
Sensing his puzzlement, she smiled sweetly and clued him in, “I’m the Susie of David and Susie. You’ve been corresponding
with my husband for a couple of months.”
A light bulb clicked to life in his mind. He’d written to an advertisement in one of those adult contact magazines, not expecting
anything to come of it but hoping, nevertheless. He’d exchanged a few letters with this David. They had been fascinating, these
stories about how David treated his wife as a slavegirl, almost constantly in restraints, often rope bondage, sometimes chains,
controlled and used the way a woman was meant to be used. He had felt the tightening in his gut as he read descriptions of
extreme bondage positions this Susie had been put in. Now that woman he had read about and seen photos of was actually
standing before him. The thought of that lovely body of the woman before him naked and tightly bound up in ropes sent a shiver
down his spine.
During the correspondence, he was unsure if this David and his slavegirl/wife was for real or not, but Brian still envied
tremendously the idea that a man could have a beautiful young woman to tie up and make love to whenever and however he
wished. Or spank and punish, if that was his whim.
Brian swallowed hard as his mind raced to take this in. Before him was a most beautiful woman. Long blonde hair hung
gracefully over the black shoulders of her leather coat. Her eyes were the loveliest emerald green. And those lips... They
promised acts of love that would melt any man’s heart.
“Susie...” he stammered awkwardly.
“Yes, Susie.” She smiled again and he felt a twisting at his insides. Lord but she was beautiful. “May I come in?” she asked.
He backed away and held the door open. She entered, walking with just the slightest hint of sway in her hips, just enough to
tease a man with the promise of a wonderful body under that leather coat. Brian glanced outside but she was alone. He closed
the door.

She turned to face him, still smiling sincerely and warmly. “David told you he would lend me to you for some bondage fun, didn’t
he?”
“Yes... But I didn’t... I mean, I wasn’t sure...”
“That he was serious?” she finished for him. “Or that I was for real?”
“Well, yes.”
“Well, I am for real. And David does sometimes lend me out to men who have a real knowledge of rope bondage. He enjoys
knowing that I’m experiencing new and different bondage. So do I.”
“I... I don’t... Are you saying that I can tie you up?”
“Yes. I’m yours for the evening. With David’s compliments.”
“But why isn’t he here?” Brian managed to get out. This was all a bit much for him and totally unexpected. He hadn’t really
believed what had been in those letters.
“He’s out in the van. He believes that you’ll feel more free to do your best bondage on me if you don’t have a husband looking
over your shoulder. And that you’ll enjoy it more. Isn’t that right?”
“I guess so.”
“You’re nervous, she continued. “I’m sorry about being a surprise, but that’s the way David does things.” Her smile was melting
his heart. “And I’m in the mood for some tight ropes...” She lingered over the last two words, and the look in her eyes sent
shivers of excitement racing through his body.
“Are there any... ah, limitations as to what I can do to you?”
“Some. David probably outlined them for you in one of his letters. He usually does. No harm is to come to me. No scars or really
bad bruises. You know. But you’re free to tie me up anyway you feel like. I’ll be a good little slavegirl and cooperate with you.”
She took a step closer. He could smell her perfume; something expensive and erotic. “I like tight ropes,” she breathed.
Brian gulped. “And how are you to be dressed? I mean, can I...?”
“Unbutton my coat,” she purred.

Trying to keep his hands from trembling, he took the buttons from the top down. After the first two it was obvious that she was
bare-breasted under that leather coat. And also obvious that those breasts were something any woman would be proud of. Hell,
as the third button released and the coat opened a little more, he told himself that those breasts would look right at home in the
centerfold of the best men’s magazines.
There were only four buttons, and as the last one let go, Brian allowed the coat to part. He tried to calm his beating heart. There
was no clothing under that coat, not a stitch, not a tiny thread to cover the finest body he had ever seen. The curves were
wonderful and just right. The stomach was flat and curved in on each side to accent the hips wonderfully. The pubic patch was
soft down, and proclaimed that she was a real blonde. Those legs... Brian felt his knees grow weak. There wasn’t a thing about
her that wasn’t perfect.
She shrugged, and the coat fell to the floor. Then she turned and he could see that she was already bound, not with ropes, but
with a pair of handcuffs that were very tight, the steel edges firmly against the soft flesh of her wrists. They had been put on to
prevent escape, not for looks.
“David likes to deliver me already naked and chained,” she said. “Do you like that?”
“Of course,” Brian said.
“We’ve done this before,” she informed. “You’ll find the key to the handcuffs in the pocket of my coat. There you will also find a
note from David.” She pointed to the coat with one foot, a very erotic gesture when considering that she wore very high heels
and had to balance on one foot to do it.
Brian fumbled in the pocket to come up with the small key and a folded piece of paper that read:
Dear Mr. Donovan,
Here is Susie for you to enjoy. You may tie her any way you please. You claim to have considerable experience at placing young
woman in bondage. I hope you will show Susie some of your more interesting positions.
Please feel free to punish her if you wish, but no more than a spanking. She wiggles delightfully when spanked.
As to sex... Have fun. She has been trained to give excellent oral sex and is used to having every orifice of her body used.
You may use her until midnight. When finished with her, please lock her in the handcuffs, put her coat on and let her out the door.

She’ll find her way back just fine.
Yours,
David