Tales of the Rope

Chapter 5: First Time

I was wearing a brand new flower print dress. I remember very well how some of the shades of blue in the dress matched my eyes. And I remember that dress because I was wearing it the first time I was ever tied up.

My name is Penny, and I was a tender lass of nineteen summers, all innocent and sweet, in love with a young man a few years my senior but a wonderful man. One afternoon we were talking and he quite simply came out and told me that he would like to tie me up. He said it was a fantasy of his and it would be a very big favor to him if I would do it for him. Then he added, with that sweet smile of his, that perhaps I would find it interesting, too.

Did I mention that I was young and innocent then? Well, I was, and without a second thought I smiled right back and told him to go ahead. I even put my wrists together and offered them to him.

I think that was the only time I ever saw Bob speechless. For a while he just stared at me in disbelief before he smiled right back. Then he told me to take my shoes off and he’d be right back. When he came back from the bedroom, he was carrying a handful of ropes, the white cotton clothesline type. He put that on the coffee table and gently helped me to my feet. Then he turned my back and crossed my hands behind me.

could feel the rope being wrapped around and around my wrists.

of the windings but not all. When I turned to Bob, his eyes were shining with delight. Not a fiendish sort of delight, but genuine pleasure. I knew I

very well by my mother, and I knew that a good girl didn’t jump into bed with a man until she was married, and I was going to stick by that vow. One of the reasons I liked Bob so much was that he honored my wish but still dated me. It was nice to date a boy who wasn’t always pawing all over me on every date. Not that

bed was a big queen-sized bed, and it had a black fur bedspread on it. The sight of that bed and all that soft fur sent another wave of tingles down my spine.

see myself standing there, my hands behind my back. I turned slowly to bring my bound wrists into view. It was a most strange yet very pleasant feeling to see how well tied my wrists were. I could see the knots up between my wrists where my fingers could never reach. And I was impressed with how much rope he had used. My wrists were covered with the soft clothesline. Experimentally

the girl in the mirror was shining-eyed too. And she seemed

into the front room and found Bob standing there with rope in his hands and a grin on his face. He asked me how I looked and I replied “Great,” without

down my back. I don’t think that any man had ever said any words that so excited me. I

both of us found exciting. It was a wonderful feeling as his fingers wrapped each loop of white rope around my blue dress, as they went between my arms and the