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.

“David told you he would lend me to you

But I didn’t... I

she finished for

“Well, yes.”

lend me out to men who have a real knowledge of rope bondage.

I don’t... Are you saying that

yours for the evening.

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

van. He believes that you’ll feel more free to do your best bondage on me if you don’t have a husband

“I guess so.”

was melting his heart. “And I’m in the mood for some tight ropes...”

there any... ah, limitations as to what I can do to

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

to be dressed? I

coat,” she

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

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

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.

and chained,” she said. “Do you like