Tales of the Rope

Chapter 23: Boxed In

Chapter 23: Boxed In

“Are you sure this is safe?” came the plaintive voice of the young woman in the box.

“Of course it is!” was the jovial assurance.

Nadia wished she could believe the cheerful tone in Matt’s utterance, but doubt nibbled at the back of her mind. After all, she was allowing herself to be made completely helpless in a manner not conducive to feeling safe.

The box was of stout wood with brass corners and two very solid looking metal hasps. On the floor next to the box lay two large padlocks, promises that once the lid was closed no one without the key would be opening it. And certainly not the woman within.

given the chance to work at escape. Nor had she really expected to be given any kind of a chance.

such occasions. In the morning sunlight, she lay on her stomach as he crossed her wrists behind her and began the methodical wrapping of rope that would soon make her helpless. Matt knew what he was doing with the rope; she would not be able to work her hands loose once the final knots were secured. There might be some failings about Matt as a husband, but his ability to bind a woman was not one of them. And when she found herself being bound in preparation for sex, she forgave him the times he cheated on her. So he wasn’t a perfect husband; he certainly had a knack for making her feel incredibly helpless and sexually excited. Already, even before the last knot was pulled tight, she could feel the warmth between her legs. She knew that soon he would turn her over, spread her legs,

feel her hands growing numb as she lay on the bound wrists. But she didn’t care.

Matt seemed to be particularly enthusiastic that morning. The lovemaking was no quickie, but a long, drawn out session that had Nadia panting with lust and

owned and loved. And she knew it increased the chance that another session of lovemaking might occur before the day was over. In fact, it almost guaranteed

breakfast, eaten on Nadia’s part without hands, he had taken her into the bedroom and locked her ankle in a chain, the other end of which was firmly locked to the leg of the bed. She settled back on the soft mattress to wait for whatever he was planning. There was little else she could do with her wrists handcuffed behind her, and the chain securing her ankle to the bed only two

instinct that it had not been a computer occupying his time that night. She could almost smell a woman on him, and knew he had been screwing around with some young chick from the office again. Or something he had picked one up at a bar. Nadia sighed. Matt made a lot of money and was a great lover. But in the two years since the wedding, his eye had been wandering to other women. And other parts of him had been wandering, too. He made little attempt to

part and a stony silence on his part. Nadia had been crying softly when she went

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