This story is a continuation from A Demand for Play.
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"This has become tedious." Kat slipped the rope off of her wrists and let it drop to the floor. "See? You cannot even tie a decent knot. You should inspire me. Make me feel like a true animal. Debase my humanity."
Slack jawed, I stood there. My erection shrinking so fast that it seemed it was trying to run and hide. "Tedious?" I quietly inquired.
"Noun. Means dull, stale. . . boring."
Two minutes earlier, her legs had been spread wide. Her pink lips inviting me past the dark surrounding hair. Her hands immobilized with a length of dark red rope; I was in control. Kneeling between her legs, I had anticipated the initial penetration, craving that feeling of moist warmth on my cock. With Kat's comment, that came to an end and right quick.
She was picking up various items and putting them into her toy bag. Still naked, she moved around the room, her breasts still bound with a length of rope. Her nipples were now soft, in contrast to her breasts which still jutted out because of the binding. My brain was fogged dead and I did not realize the phone had rang until I heard Kat speaking.
"Oh my god. That is the best surprise I could get right now." Kat paused as she listened. "Anytime is great. Yes. Still at my brothers." Another pause. "Sure. See you then."
Quickening her pace, Kat finished gathering her toys and threw the bag into the closet. She darted out of the bedroom and then poked her head back through the door. "We will have to finish our conversation later. A college friend is in town for a couple of nights. She will be here in an hour, so you should probably put on some clothes."
I heard the front door shut as Kat left. Still a little foggy, I headed off to the shower to help remove my mental haze. After getting dressed, I walked into the living room. Shot glasses and a bottle of Tequila were already on the table. A bag of groceries was on the counter. Kat was placing some tortillas in the oven and already had a bowl of sliced fish and scallops marinating in lime juice and peppers.
"Do me a favor and juice those limes and lemons. I am going to make some chasers for the Tequila." She had some chillhop music playing and was lightly dancing as she moved through the condo.
Kat took the juice, mixed in honey and some peppers and poured it over ice. She put it on a tray with the ceviche, tortillas and some guacamole. As she placed the tray on the table, the intercom rang. She pranced across the room and answered it. A perky voice responded on the other end and Kat rang her in.
Kat opened the front door and her friend jumped into the room and hugged her. After Kat was released from the hug, she turned to me, "Max, meet Sloan, one of my best friends from college. We have not seen each other in over a year."
Sloan gave a little wave and tilted her head towards her shoulder. "Hiiiiii. Kat told me about you; it is nice to actually meet you."
"Hi back to you. Come on in. As you have the advantage, you will have to tell me more about yourself." I waved her over to the table as Kat rummaged through the cupboards for some small plates.
Sloan was wearing a white silk blouse and jeans. When she approached the table, she reached for the tequila with an approving look. As she stretched her arm out, I could see what looked like a tattoo of the head of a dragon where her sleeve rode up. She turned to me, "Your choice or Kat's."
Kat sat on the couch and answered in place of me, "Mine of course, hah." She took the bottle from Sloan and poured three shots. Handing each of us a glass, she raised her and cheered "Salud!"
Sloan and I both replied as we each downed our shot. Kat poured some of the chaser into separate glasses and we each took a sip.
"That is delicious sis. Where's Javier by the way?" Sloan licked her lips as she nodded her approval to Kat.
"He is out of town for the week. Welcome to Kat's Palace until he returns." She curtseyed in a mock show of propriety.
The conversation skipped from topic to topic as we enjoyed the food and drink. Work, vacations, food and clothing were discussed and then more of the same. At some stage of the conversation, Kat reached over and ran her hand through Sloan's hair, "I didn't say anything yet, but when did this happen. I love it."
Sloan shook her hair and replied, "Me too. Although it did cause a small problem at work. A senior partner asked a close friend of mine at the firm if he thought the 'dye-job Asian girl' was a true, full blonde or not. There was a dust-up with HR, but I told them not to worry—but only after I got a full apology and a new office of course."
"Works for me. What do you think Max?" Kat motioned to Sloan's hair.
"It suits you." Immediately, my response seemed kind of bland but as I tried to think of something better to say, Sloan stood up and excused herself for the restroom.
"So, Sloan is pretty cute, yeah? Of course, I could not tell from your reply if you actually like her hair or not."
"Definitely cute and I like the hair. Earlier, I saw a glimpse of a nice tattoo as well, but she is too covered up to see more of it." I sipped some Tequila and sat back.
Sloan returned to our group and sat on the sofa next to Kat. She pulled her legs up on the couch with her and rolled up her jeans into small cuffs. The edge of another tattoo was visible on her ankle. She leaned forward to grab her glass. She must have loosened a button when she was in the bathroom as I could see right down her top when she retrieved the Tequila. She was wearing a black lace bra which covered relatively small breasts.
I turned over to look at Kat—busted. She raised her eyebrows to let me know that my staring had not gone unnoticed by her. Smiling, I raised my glass to her and emptied it. I refilled my glass and then split the remaining Tequila between Kat and Sloan.
"My turn to use the facilities," I said as I marched off to the bathroom, escaping Kat's knowing eyes.
When I returned to my chair, only Sloan was there. I plopped back into my seat. Sloan spoke up. "Kat tells me that you were looking," she paused and took a sip of Tequila, "at my tattoos."
I nodded, relieved that she didn't say 'down my blouse.' "I thought I saw the head of a dragon on your arm. The quality of the art looked amazing."
Kat returned carrying some red rope. She smiled at Sloan and then looked at me expressionless.
"Indeed, I have a dragon tattoo. I have several tattoos. Kat also told me that you could not see them well because I was 'covered up.'"
"Not exactly what I meant," I stammered. "I wasn't implying you wear too many clothes. It was just that I only caught a glimpse because your shirt was covering them." They looked at me like I was an idiot. How did this day spiral away from me so badly.
"Ohhhkayyyy then." The way she dragged out the phrase emphasized that she also thought I was an idiot. "Well, Kat also told me that you might have tried to sneak a look down my blouse." I shuddered. "And she also told me you suck at tying knots." She had picked up the rope.
I looked at Kat, who was still expressionless. It was really difficult to get a read on the situation. Before I could say anything to further confirm my confusion, Kat broke her silence.
"Get a grip on yourself Max. Sloan has a proposal for you." She turned her head towards Sloan and then gestured that it was her turn to speak again.
"Max, I will show you ALL of my tattoos. The condition is you have to get free first." She uncoiled the rope and swung the free end slowly around. "I will make it easy, just your wrists. By the way, my tattoos are totally amazing."
Kat was smiling. She laughed a little. Raising her eyebrows, she said to me, "Now that seems like a fair proposal."
"Challenge accepted." My response was immediate and confident. Of course, that was just bluster. It was not as if I really had a choice. Was I supposed to act like I had no interest in Sloan—tattoos and other things included? Me, scared of knots?
"Put your forearms together, palms facing together." I leaned forward and complied with the directions. "How long should we give you before we consider your failure complete? Ten minutes? Thirty?" Sloan looked away from her tying and into my eyes, "Side note: you need a safe word. How about sarcophagus?"
"Seems a little macabre, but I can easily remember it, so sure." Looking at my wrists, I saw that Sloan had clearly done this before. The rope was not only secured well, but the work had a certain artistry to it.
The condo was loft-styled and had amazing beams running the length of the room. Why mention this, because Sloan threw the free end of the rope of one of the beams and started pulling it taught.
"Whoa, what the fuck?" My brain had caught up too late. As my hands went up into the air, my arms and then my body followed as I was forced to stand up from my chair
