(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
After a long day at work, as I entered my driveway, something looked wrong. Curious at what my mind had registered, I got out of the car and looked around. There it was on the ground! The rope had fallen off of my flagpole. A little dismayed, I stooped down to pick it up and up close I could see that it had frayed all the way through. That rope had been up there for many years, originally installed there when my Dad erected that flagpole. As a former veteran, my father was proud of the flag he'd served, and flew the flag each and every day. When my father passed, I took over the job of raising the flag in his memory almost every day. It was actually fortunate that today of all days, I was running late during my morning and had to rush to work without having a chance to raise the flag. Fortunate because if I'd flown the flag, it would have fallen to the ground, and, according to my father, might have to be burned, if it wasn't suitable for display any longer.
Thinking hard, I stood there trying to figuring out how I was going to install a new rope on that tall pole. It had to be 20 feet at least up to its pulley, and the pole itself was made from a thin pipe that was painted silver. I doubted that the pole could support my weight, even if I could manage to shimmy up that high. Of course, I could have a brand new flagpole installed, but then it wouldn't be my Dad's pride and joy. I decided on a trip to the hardware store so I could ask my friend the manager if he had any ideas.
He listened carefully to my description of the height and composition of the flagpole, and started shaking his head. "We certainly have rope that you can use, Jill. But if your heart is set on keeping that original flagpole... well, you might have to rent a lift or a cherry picker and those are pretty expensive, and might be dangerous for you to use without training." I must've looked crestfallen, because he hesitated and then cleared his throat, saying, "Errrr.."
"Yes?" I asked, encouraging him to continue with his thought.
"Well, I've heard of a product, but I have no idea if it works. It sure just sounds like mumbo-jumbo to me. The seller calls it 'Magic Rope' but that might just be sales hype. I've never actually looked into it, and since I really know nothing about it, all I can say is buyer beware! Maybe do some research before you consider buying it?"
It sounded like good advice. Committing its name to memory, I headed back home to do my research. Looking online, I found people had posted about their results when using 'Magic Rope' for their projects. The results, which after all could have been posted by the employees involved in the manufacture and sales of the item, were all quite positive. The rope had to be considered nothing short of miraculous by their claims. And the clincher -- one guy reported that he used it easily while fixing his flagpole! Talk about marketing!
After that it was very easy to locate the site that sold it. I was especially drawn to the half inch thick nylon rope -- the same diameter as the one that lasted for many years before finally fraying. It came in a couple of colors, and I chose black. It also came in different lengths, so I used the comparative shadow lengths of the flagpole and a yardstick to determine the actual height of the flagpole, doubled that, and bought that length, with an extra foot of overlap to tie the ends together. The web page also carried a big warning that the rope had to be used with caution, because it could only be 'deployed' once. The buyer got only one attempt with the rope, and no returns or replacements would be honored. What can I say? I bought it, and also paid for expedited delivery.
Within two days, even though it was a Saturday, my package was delivered. Upon opening it, I found a thick plastic bag. Inside that bag were the instructions and another thick plastic bag with the rope inside. The instructions started with the standard warning to read all the instructions before proceeding. So I started reading the rest, but that began with a lot of legalese that was probably only intelligible to a lawyer. I was plowing through the information, trying to keep my eyelids from drifting closed, when my phone rang.
Grateful for the interruption, I answered it, and learned Barry was calling. Hearing my boyfriend's voice made me very happy, especially since he was asking if he could come over later. I told him, "Yes! Please come over, because I have a surprise for you -- I'm making your favorite dish for dinner."
His response was, "Jill, you're my favorite dish!" We both had a laugh about that. As we finished chatting, I noticed that a couple of hours had flown by. I planned to take a shower before he arrived for dinner, so I'd actually stripped down to just my panties as we'd talked, because it made me feel quite naughty being almost naked as we talked. However, I really wanted to get the flagpole fixed, so I rushed back to my package and tore open the inner plastic bag, pulling out the rope to try to judge if I had enough time to fix it before Barry showed up.
The black nylon rope felt soft, smooth and sensuous in my hands -- it even smelled great. As I was inhaling its scent, I impulsively rubbed its softness against my face. Its touch almost made me purr with delight. I wondered what it would feel like to be tied up with this marvelous material. Thinking of my somewhat shy boyfriend, I whispered, "I wish Barry'd have the courage to tie me up in this." Suddenly, the rope began to move. I stared at it, dumbfounded, as it started to snake out in front of me, seemingly under its own power.
Quickly, it turned around and wrapped itself around my ankles several times. Next, it cinched itself tight, and worked its way up to my knees and then across my thighs, still cinching itself against my skin. This caused me to lose my balance and I toppled down onto my tummy. I reached back to try to grab it and untangle myself, but the rope looped my wrists together behind my back. From there, it slithered under my torso, crossing it both below and above my breasts, causing them to protrude, pressing firmly against the rug beneath me. That pressure made my nipples engorge and push their hardening nubs against the carpet. Startled, I began breathing faster and deeper, which caused my nipples to rub on the carpet. I couldn't help it -- it was a reflex.
The rope wasn't done yet. It looped through my armpits and back to my tied wrists, pulling my wrists up a little toward my shoulder blades, making my elbows poke up into the air above my back. I felt like a trussed up worm in my position on the floor, squirming in these restraints. The rope paused in its movements, even though it still had a good bit of length left. It'd been acting so sapient, I thought it might be pausing to think. But since my words and thoughts seemed to have galvanized it into action in the first place, I realized it might be trying to read my mind for more instructions. Therefore, I tried to make my mind go completely blank, but I wasn't quick enough! A mental image of a woman in my predicament had flashed through my mind.
Almost as if it had received a clear command, the rope looped around my neck and then down to my feet where it tied around my ankle ropes and cinching slowly, pulled my neck back. This forced me into a hogtie position, with my backed becoming bowed as the neck rope snugged up. I found that if I tried to straighten my legs, it caused the neck loop to grow tighter, making me choke! Resolutely, I strained to keep my legs as bent as possible.
I was in a real fix! I'd secretly fooled around with some self-bondage play, but I'd never been in a tighter self-bondage situation than this! This was scary! I hoped Barry would arrive early. The strain of my pose was tiring me rapidly, until I realized I could relieve the strain if I rolled over onto my side. Able to breathe easily like that, I was still immobilized and really helpless and dared not move an inch. I could hear the clock in the next room chime the hours and I remained like that for over two hours. I prayed he'd come soon, and that nothing had happened to delay him.
Finally I heard a key in the front door and the sound of it opening and closing. "Help! Barry, I'm in here!" I called out. He came rushing in and found me. "Please release me," I begged. But he could tell that even though I was trussed up, I was apparently in no immediate danger. He stared at me a while from different angles, and then with a gleam in his eye, he started to take his clothes off! My own eyes widened in shock!
"When you said you had a surprise for me, Jill, I had no idea it'd be anything like this," he chuckled. He smiled at what must be his surprise -- me helpless on the floor before him, role playing that I was begging him for release. Since he believed I was role playing, no amount of my protests seemed to be convincing him that I was sincere. The situation actually seemed to be curing his shyness, because he stroked his stiffening penis right where I could see it, and then moved closer until its head pressed against my lips.
I started to complain anew, but as I opened my mouth his penis quickly filled it until I gagged. He grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth a little on his cock. Helpless, and starting to get turned on, I inhaled his spicy male scent and began to suck him. This was pure domination on his part, and my body quivered with joy at him taking charge and using me. Gratefully, I sucked harder. Blushing, I knew that being caught like this wasn't my fault so I could just relax, submit and enjoy it.
I was amazed to feel how hard and big his cock grew as he saw that I was helpless! "Maybe he really has a dominant side that I've never seen before? If so, I hope to see more of it because it's really turning me on!" I thought. I couldn't say that out loud, because my mouth was filled with pumping cock. When he was streaming with salty pre-cum and really ready to fuck, he got down on the floor next to me with his rampant cock pointing at an angle toward his tummy. Lifting me like I weighed nothing, he pulled me on top of him. It was a little awkward for me, because as he placed my tummy against his, I again had to hold my back arched because of the hogtie. I was practically looking at the ceiling as I felt his cock poking at me, seeking my hole as one of his hands pulled my panties aside.
It took some time, but then his penis plowed through my pussy lips and burrowed into my honey pot. He'd never felt so big inside me before and I moaned loudly with delight. To enter me, he had to slide my torso down along his, which rubbed my protruding tits erotically along his chest. I wondered how he planned to fuck me in this strange position, but I quickly learned. With his hands near my rib cage, he lifted my weight up off his body so he could hump upward into my pussy. And hump he did! Hard and fast! I was mainly vocalizing 'ah... ah... ahhh...' sounds as my pussy tingled and my breathing became ragged.
We'd had sex before, but this was very different! Now he was in total control of our fucking and I liked it. I was his sex toy to be used as he wished. It awoke a submissive side of me that I hadn't felt in a long time... not since college. But I was grateful when he rolled onto his side, which also put me on my side, relaxing the loop around my neck. Now he fucked me front the front, toying with my breasts and nipples to his heart's content. I wasn't even considering complaining now. For one thing, I was out of breath from being forced to cum as the pussy/breast stimulation cascaded me easily over my edge. For another thing, once he'd made me cum, I wanted him to do it again, and again, using me for his pleasure and concurrently creating ecstasy in mine.
