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.

turned to face him, still smiling sincerely and warmly. “David told

didn’t... I

for him. “Or

“Well, yes.”

men who have a real

I don’t... Are you saying that I

for the

all a bit much for him and

me if

“I guess so.”

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

any... ah, limitations as to what I

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

gulped. “And how are you to be dressed?

my coat,” she

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

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

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

already naked and chained,” she