Tensing, you test the rope. The coils of nylon may be soft to the touch, yet they're completely unyielding. Your wrists remain bound at your hips, held tightly to the back of the chair – unable to get them to each other to work on knots, unable to get them in front of you to try and figure a way to escape. Ankles, knees, around your chest, the same story plays out – holding you to that chair, leaving you unable to do anything but sit there.
Your eyes move across the darkened room. You are sitting in the middle of it, hidden from the large street level window by the darkness that envelopes you. Outside, you can easily see people moving up and down the street, taking care of late night shopping – yet you may as well be in another world for all they can see you.
For now.
Those were the words I left you with. "You are perfectly safe. Perfectly hidden. For now." It is true. In the darkness, you are totally safe. The naked woman, ironically, the voyeur on to the street of clothed strangers. But there's a catch – you playfully scowl – there's always a catch with me.
It's not the vibrator inside you, droning away, distracting but not unbearable yet. Even if it should get overwhelming, it'll never threaten you. No, it's those vicious, biting nipple clamps... a steel wire clipped to them, running up over a pulley, suspending far more weight than you thought your nipples could ever take.
If you need to, you can raise your torso just a little inside those bounds and let the weights settle the short distance to the floor. Oh, the weight will be eased. But there's a reason wire was used, not string. The moment you lower the weights, the circuit's made, the lights are triggered. Think your nipples can hold out for however long I've decided to keep you there?
The scowl returns. Once again, it dissolves in to a wry smile. Yes it's unfair. Of course it is. That's why you play those games with me. I'm the one person who never gives in, does the right thing, lets you take the easy way out. Oh, I'm a bastard alright – as you never hesitate to inform me. An evil bastard. But, sometimes, a girl needs an evil bastard in her life.
Your mind wanders back to how you met me. An arrogant bastard on the internet. Well, there's a new one. Only this one could back up his claims. What's the line from that Kid Rock song? "It ain't bragging motherfucker if you can back it up."? I used that line, the first time we talked, when you first called me an arrogant bastard.
Instead of walking away, like you knew you should have done, it drew you in all the more. You were going to prove me wrong, wipe that smug grin off my face – yet it's never quite left. The conversation lasted for hours. I'd make some outrageous claim about what I'd have you doing next, you'd tell me how it would never happen – and then you'd find yourself doing it.
It was that night that you first sat, topless at your computer, with the curtains left open. You'd sworn you'd never do it, sworn such things could never appeal to a smart, worldly-wise woman like yourself. Yet that shiver I promised was there. The fear that turned in to arousal as every cell of your body strained to tell if someone could see you.
Oh, damn it! You really didn't need to think of that sensation as that tingling, aching, throbbing feeling from between your legs draws you back in to the moment. You had been doing so well at proving me wrong about the vibrator. "It can't do anything to me, if I don't want it to," you confidently told me as I taped it in place on your inner thigh. As I hooked up the clamps, as I drew back the curtains, it barely registered. You were going to prove me so wrong. Only now, with the memories of our first conversation starting things going, that step too far has been taken.
Another game, another struggle, another defeat. Oh, you've not lost yet, but you know it's only a matter of time now. Part of you wants to scream about the unfairness of it all. How unfair is a relationship in which you never get to win? Yet it's so deeply reassuring too. Having someone in your life who never loses, who makes the most impossible promises and yet never quite extends himself beyond what he can back up, makes for the safest, most amazing playing. If I tell you it's safe to leap, even if you're certain you'll fall, you know you always can do as I'll never, ever, drop you.
