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.

wrists. I didn’t know why but this little game was very exciting and I was almost tingling all over at his touch and that of the rope. He held my hands in one of his and I could feel the rope being wrapped around and around my wrists. Then he let go of my hands and wrapped the rope around the wrists at a right angle to the other windings. He even wrapped some rope between my wrists and around all that other rope. Later I learned that

my body to see what they looked like but found that they would come less than half way. I could look down and see some 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 was smiling back at him and wondered what I looked like. As Bob reached for another piece of rope, I asked if I could go into the bedroom to look at myself in the big mirror on the dresser. He said sure and I boldly walked into his bedroom as if that wasn’t something

I mention that I was innocent then? I mean really innocent. Like a virgin. You know? I liked Bob a whole lot. I guess you could even say that I was in love with him. But I had been coached 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

a big queen-sized bed, and it had a black fur bedspread on it. The sight

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 I tugged a few times, but quickly found that they were tied to stay. The ropes were

noticed that the girl in the mirror was shining-eyed too.

with rope in his hands and a grin on his face. He asked me how I looked and I replied “Great,” without

words sent a real shiver down my back. I don’t think that any man had ever said any words that so excited me. I almost couldn’t speak.

next ropes were wrapped around my chest and arms, helping to pin my arms to my body. But they also went above and below my breasts and accented them in a way that both of us found exciting. It was a wonderful