The Case of the Mad Scientist

Chapter 15: Japanese Hotel Rooms are Hot

I think my jaw dropped a bit. Hell, it damn near hit the floor.

“I need to get in some practice at escaping and Stella’s not here to help me. I brought some rope with me, so, if you don’t mind, would you help me?”

Would I help? Would I? When a beautiful dame asks a favor of Sled Speed, it would be ungentlemanly to turn her down.

“Sure, babe,” I told her.

“Thanks,” she said and rushed over to her suitcase. From it she extracted several coils of rope, which she casually tossed on the bed. “Just a second and I’ll be ready.”

I watched in a mild state of shock as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. That lacy black bra was holding a very nice pair of breasts. In fact, they looked so firm, that I was not sure she really needed a bra to begin with.

Then she was pulling off her slacks. A moment later she was standing before me, clad in only that bra and a matching pair of black panties that looked like something a stripper down at Charlie’s would wear - at the start of her act.

It was getting hot in that room. Must be faulty air conditioning. “How do you want it?” I asked.

“Any way you want. Pretend you’re a bad guy and captured me. Tie me up like you would if you were going to leave me alone for a few hours while you go get the evil mastermind of the gang.”

She turned and put her hands behind her.

Now, I’ll tell you, it was a good thing this bondage thing was not new to me. I had a pretty good education in such kinky sports from the sisters of Alpha Alpha Alpha, not to mention my one-time steady girl, Linda Goodbody. And I’d been around the kinky underside of the city more than once. So, when I took her wrists in my hands and began wrapping them with rope, I knew what I was doing.

The only question was how to tie her. She wanted something she could practice getting free from. And she wanted something that was supposed to be good enough to hold her for at least several hours. A hogtie? That was always a good tie when you wanted a woman not to be able to move around much. Tie her to a chair? Not a bad idea, but one had to make sure that it was a sold chair. One time I tied Linda to a wooden kitchen chair and she broke it into piece with her struggling. Too bad we didn’t have a pole or post. Tying a girl standing with her back to a pole and her arms tied behind it is usually a good way to assure she would not be going anywhere.

While I was thinking, my hands were binding her wrists together, with the palms facing each other. With that start, it was only natural to bind the elbows together next. It would not be a fair test for Blaze if I failed to bind the elbow tightly, so I made sure that they came together and were tied that way.

I looked up and saw what that was doing to her breasts in front and wanted to whistle. There’s nothing like pulling a girl’s elbows together in back to make her look good in front.

Lacking any special equipment, like a rack or whipping post, I decided to make it a hogtie. I had her sit on the edge of the bed while I tied her legs together. For a little variety, after I removed her shoes I tied her knees together but with the rope below then, not above them. I had found, from experience, that most women could wiggle their legs well enough to work the ropes down if they are tied above the knees. Unless, of course, you cinched them and made the whole tie so tight that the rope dug into the thighs.

When her legs were firmly held together, I bid her roll over onto her stomach.

“Ah, a hogtie!” she said with glee. “That’s always a hard one to get out of.”

I was busy tying one end of a rope to that around her ankles. But as I was about to pass that rope between her forearms so I could pull her feet up to her hands, I paused. I remembered a tie I had seen at Alpha Alpha Alpha one time. The girl had been hogtied but the ankles were not connected to her wrists but rather to the ropes around her elbows. So I passed the rope over the ropes on her elbows, down and through the forearms then back to the ankles. I made it follow that route another time so it was doubled up. When I pulled on that, her legs folded nicely. Her feet came even with her hands. That was good, but I could tell her body was flexible enough to take more. So I continued pulling. Slowly her feet passed by her hands. Eventually her body would bend backwards no more, so I tied the rope off with several tight knots at her elbows.

ties me this tightly is Stella. Well, sometimes Mark - he’s

from side to side

she said seriously, “is

more and I felt the room grow hotter. They really should

tightly in ropes

starters, to have her tied so that he had access to her body - for sexual purposes, you understand. Tied this way, her wonderful little pussy was inaccessible. Likewise the rear hole, which some men like to use, was also inaccessible. Of the three holes

was trying to figure out a way to suggest that to her, she

mouth. A real

a leather strap shoved through it. Push the ball into the girl’s mouth, then buckled the strap behind her head and you have silenced her. Well, not totally. She can still make noise, especially through her nose. But with her tongue

Those lips looked as if they could really do a number on a man’s penis, were he lucky enough to get in inside there. The ball fitted in nicely, filling the mouth and forcing the jaw open. I began

to. After all, when a man goes to all this trouble to please a woman,

at least another notch tighter

pushed the ball back in and made sure that the strap was as tight as my strong hands could make it. The edge of the strap

began feeling

that she would not find anything to untie. I also knew that she could wiggle and struggle all she wanted, but would

agent and she’s getting

looked around. There was a TV, but I didn’t feel like watching shows in a language I did not understand. Besides, there was a fine show going on right before me. Blaze apparently found that she could reach no knots, so she was now trying to

She was straining that lovely, nearly naked body this way and that. After a bit of that, she rolled onto her right side and began trying to arch her body

for a long time. I figured out later that it was at least an hour before she entered the next stage of her escape attempt. Perhaps she felt that more force might work some of the ropes free or at least loose. She began rolling from side to side violently.

asked if she would like me to put her back up on the bed. She shook her head. So I went back to my seat and watched as she continued her struggles on

and fall of her breasts. She was on her side, still tightly bound and helpless, and with her right breast half exposed. The nipple stubbornly refused to peek out of the cup, but

so unmoving that I wondered if she had fallen sleep. I had seen Linda do that. Especially after a vigorous lovemaking session. I

how long she wanted to practice. Of course, once that gag had been put in her mouth, it was much harder for her to communicate. If she was asleep, I figured that maybe I could call down and see about getting them to fix the air conditioning - I was sweating. I think maybe

get a drink, her eyes opened. “Hhhhappphh!” she said. No, I didn’t know what that meant, either. She repeated it, so I went over to her and knelt

want to be untied now?” I asked -

her head

Of course, I could simply take the gag out and ask her want she wanted, but… Well, I was not sure that was what she wanted. Since she did not want to be untied, it seemed logical that she

the sometimes

to put as much disappointment as I could into

looked down at the

“And failure deserves punishment?”

up at me and I saw that glow in them that I had seen before, but only in some women. Only

don’t want me