Nick sighed and turned away from his computer screen. That was the fourth cancellation and the class he taught was almost ready to begin. Now four couples had cancelled. At least the last cancellation was within his 24 hour no refund policy. He turned and looked down the list again. He was left with one single - hardly worth the effort, but now it was too late for him to cancel the class as he didn't have her cell number.
There was something vaguely familiar about her name, Bianca Coughlin, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He looked through his previous class lists and there she was. She came to his beginners' class about six weeks ago. He suddenly remembered - yes a lovely young woman with a shy smile and beautiful wavy brown hair. She had caught his eye a couple of times during the last class and smiled shyly each time before lowering her eyes and turning away.
This was to be his intermediate rope class and participants had to have taken the beginners class or have at least some experience. Nick could teach just about anything which had to do with rope. He had once taught at the sailing school on the Charles River Basin and loved teaching his tricks and his love of sailing to the eager young students, many of them from the multitude of nearby colleges.
But now, almost all his classes were for bondage. Bondage as in BDSM, as in kink. This was hugely ironic since he had been married for over 35 years and his sex life was about as vanilla as you could get. But many young couples nowadays seem to have few inhibitions and were interested in learning how to tie each other up for sexual excitement. Nick was fine with doing that and it helped pay the bills, but he never quite understood why this turned some people on so much.
In fact, more than once he had to lay down the rules and tell his eager students, "No, you may not take off your clothes in my class. Save that for when you get home."
His students were mainly young and some were very attractive and he had to admit an occasional stab of desire as he was demonstrating on a particularly pretty girl. Many of the rope techniques required wrapping rope above, below and crisscrossing the breasts. His students would usually be giggling as he demonstrated a chest harness, for example, on a particularly buxom woman.
His train of thought went back to that class six weeks ago that Bianca attended. Yes, now he remembered how she had leaned back into his chest when he had demonstrated a chest harness on her.
He usually cancelled class if only one or two people were attending. This was especially the case in the rare occasion - like today - when only one student was coming. And if that one student was female, then it really required him to cancel as he didn't want to be in a potentially uncomfortable position - for both of them.
At that moment, the doorknob turned, the door opened and in walked Bianca Coughlin. She was as pretty as he remembered her and she looked even prettier in a schoolgirl type skirt and a plain white shirt.
"I'm so sorry Bianca, but I had a bunch of last minute cancellations and now you're the only one in the class, so we'll have to reschedule."
"Oh, no, please don't reschedule, Nick. I've been SO looking forward to this class," Bianca pleaded.
"No, I just don't think it's appropriate to have only you in the class, I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable," Nick told her.
"No please, I assure you I won't be uncomfortable in the least. And I'll learn so much more that much faster as the only student."
"Okay, but I'm not sure it will work as I usually demonstrate the techniques on one student as the others watch. And then you get to practice on the others. We won't have that today."
"But I can practice on you if you show me the technique first. PLEASE..."
"Okay, okay Bianca. Let's se how it goes, but please feel free to stop at any time if you're uncomfortable and we will reschedule free of charge or course."
"Oh thank you so much Nick!" she beamed.
"Okay, let's review some of the basics from the introductory class then. We practiced rope handcuffs which can be a little intimidating to a novice, so we also went over hand binding using a common bandana."
"Hold out your hands," Nick said as he pulled a blue bandana from his back pocket. "Now your wrists are nice and small so we can take a loop around each one - starting from the inside - and then bring the ends together at the top, pull tight and tie a simple square knot. Good, now we leave a little room and tie another square knot. You remember that we leave a little room so that loop can be used as a starting point for rope or a carabiner."
"Okay, now you try on me," Nick said as he deftly untied the bandana and handed it to Bianca.
Nick was a little surprised by how well Bianca had his hands tied quickly and efficiently.
"You've been practicing, haven't you?" Nick asked.
Bianca looked up a Nick's handsome face and into his soft green eyes glowing with his praise and responded, "Yes, I have. Thanks."
"Great, now untie me and we'll move on to the chest harness."
Bianca hesitated for just a moment and then untied the bandana and handed it back to Nick.
Nick went to his workbench and came back with a 30' coil of black cotton bondage rope.
"Now you'll remember that we first put the two ends together and slide the rope through your hands to find the middle. The loop we now have in the middle is called what Bianca?"
"It's called the bight, but I don't...often," Bianca teased.
"That's right," Nick said a little taken aback by her tease. It was a common enough tease when students first learned that the loop in the middle of a line of rope was called the bight, but it was usually a tease they gave to each other and not him.
"Okay, as you'll remember, we usually start in the back, but if you're going to see what I'm doing, I'll have to start in the front. Is that okay?"
"That would be just fine, Nick," Bianca smiled.
"I start by holding the bight in front of you just below your breasts," Nick said with a slight blush, which Bianca caught,
"Now I pull the rest of the rope through the bight and return in the opposite direction, cinching the rope around your arms and chest so it's nice and taut, but not uncomfortable. Now I wrap the rope around over your arms and under your breasts twice being careful not to overlap the rope and keeping the tension in the rope."
"Feel okay and not too tight Bianca?"
"It feels wonderful, Nick."
"Okay now I have to form a loop up and under the rope strands to give me another bight to create tension in the other direction. Pull tight and now you're ready to tie it off and your arms are effectively immobilized against your sides. Now, it's your turn."
Bianca certainly had been practicing as she tied Nick's arms to his sides nice and tight in no time.
"Very good, I'm impressed," Nick said praisingly.
"Can I try the bandana hand tie at the same time?"
"Sure, I'll move my hands together so you can do that."
Again, Bianca quickly tied Nick's hands together and he was now immobilized and unable to untie himself.
"Very good, Bianca, excellent work. Now you can start by untying the bandana first."
But Bianca just looked appraisingly at her work as if estimating how long it would hold Nick.
"No." Bianca simply said. "You're going to stay tied up until I'm done."
"Done with what? What are you talking about? Untie me immediately Bianca," Nick demanded.
Bianca approached Nick and raised one hand to his face and stroked his cheek softly, looking into his eyes adoringly. Meanwhile, her other hand began lightly caressing in between Nick's legs.
"Bianca, what do you think you're doing," Nick practically yelled. "This is so inappropriate, untie me right now!"
Bianca gave his crotch a squeeze and stepped back and without warning slapped Nick across the face hard.
"Shut the fuck up Nick. You're about to have the greatest experience of your life, so be quiet and quit struggling."
Nick furiously struggled against his restraints but Bianca had done too good a job.
"Nick, if you don't stop trying to get out of your restraints, I'm going to go on your Facebook page right now and tell everyone you tied me up and raped me."
