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.

Stella. Well, sometimes Mark - he’s my boyfriend - ties me this tightly. But usually I have to

side to

seriously, “is

grow hotter. They really should do something about that

wrapped tightly in ropes and hardly able to move at all. What

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 suitable

trying to figure out a way to suggest that to

in my mouth. A real bad guy would do that. There’s one in

can still make noise, especially through her nose. But with

in front of Blaze’s mouth, she opened wide. What a lovely mouth she had! So soft looking. 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 buckling the strap in the back when she made “nnnggghhh” noises and tried shaking her head. Was she trying to tell me she had changed her mind and didn’t want to be gagged? Or, even worse, that she no longer wanted

Didn’t want to. After all, when a man goes to all this trouble to please a woman, it’s a

that at least another notch tighter

hands could make it. The edge of the strap cut into the corners of her

nodded to me and began feeling around with her

could wiggle and struggle all she wanted, but would be unable to loosen any of the ropes. I was too experienced at this to allow that

for your fellow agent and she’s getting her practice session. Now

me. Blaze apparently found that she could reach no knots, so she was now trying to pull one arm while pushing with the other in hopes that the rope would

padded chair and watched. 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

from side to side violently. She also arched her body as if she were trying to break the ropes. This heavy duty struggling escalated until she was thrashing around like a fish out of water. Then, so quickly that I could not react, she rolled a

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

between the struggling sessions. Finally she lay unmoving on the floor, save for the rise 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 a lot more of the breast was showing than when

that I wondered if she had fallen sleep. I had seen Linda do that. Especially after a vigorous lovemaking session. I really missed looking at her lovely body as she slept

had not told me 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

and 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

now?” I asked

shook her

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

kinky people and their games. I think I understand the sometimes

as much disappointment as I could into those

nodded, and looked down

“And failure deserves punishment?”

that I had seen before, but only in some women. Only in those special ones who

want me to