When the phone rang, I certainly wasn't expecting it to be Stephanie. She said she had a problem, could I please come over to help her? I asked if she was alright, thinking it was some sort of emergency. She laughed and said everything was fine, that she just needed my help with something. Puzzled, I told her I was on the way. We both lived in the same apartment complex, but in different buildings. I put my shoes on and headed for her apartment across the parking lot. It was a cool, windy day with the threat of rain hanging in the air. I arrived at Stephanie's apartment in relatively no time and knocked on the door.
Stephanie was an attractive gal with a great figure and a matching personality. I had always envied her husband and enjoyed any chance to talk with her. She was bright and inquisitive, the kind that made conversation fun. One day over a cup of coffee at the local Starbuck's while discussing hobbies, I told her that I wrote erotic fiction. Her eyes got really big and she acted shocked, but she asked about what type of erotic fiction, so I told her my primary interest centered on bondage sex. She blushed and told me she had always been interested in bondage, but didn't know anyone she could either trust or who was similarly interested. My pulse raced and my cock thickened at the thought of tying her up, but I managed to keep a lid on it while we talked. She was interested in the very core of my writings, so I told her I would e-mail her some for her enjoyment and critique. As soon as she read them, she e-mailed me her reactions and praised my work. She said she was so aroused by them that she had to stop "to take care of something". She said she wished Bob, her husband, would do the things to her that happened to the girls in my stories.
Stephanie answered the door wearing a bathrobe and motioned me in. Closing the door behind me, she pulled the robe around her tighter and blushed.
"What can I do for you?" I asked, wondering what this was all about.
She paused for a moment as if she was searching for a way to tell me something. Wordlessly, she handed me a note that she had written and waited for me to finish reading it before speaking. This is what the note said:
"It's about time you got home! I've been waiting for you. I've always wanted to surprise you by being tied up when you got home, so I asked Bruce to tie me just for you. I've been so horny just thinking about it that I just couldn't wait any longer. I've been imagining what it would be like for you to tease me, play with my nipples, tongue my clit, whatever, while I can't do anything to stop you. Don't untie me until you've fucked me, no matter how hard I struggle or try to tell you to stop. So please do all the things you know I like; let your devilish tongue tease and massage my throbbing swollen clit, then fuck me hard and make me cum before you untie me. I love you."
Wordlessly, I looked at her in stunned amazement.
"Its really all your fault," she said, "You know I've always been interested in doing this and your stories not only brought it all out, but they showed me you knew exactly how to do this and you're someone I could trust."
I swallowed hard, not really believing my senses.
"Bob will be home by 5:30. It's a little after 4:30 now, so does that give you enough time to tie me up before he gets here? I really want to surprise him by doing this."
Rather numbly, I nodded and then I began to gather my senses.
"First of all, where do you want me to tie you?"
"On the bed," she answered, dropping her robe and walking off towards their bedroom.
She was wearing only a black satin bra, panty and garter outfit. Her figure was highlighted by the skimpy material and she looked fabulous.
While trying to calm myself, she sat down on the bed and put on 3-inch heels that strap around the ankles. Standing up, her legs looked sleek and muscular; the kind of look only heels can give a woman.
"Good thing I don't have to walk around in these," she laughed, "I'm too uncoordinated not to fall. I bought rope for you to use, it's in the drawer here."
Pulling open a drawer in her nightstand, she picked up several wraps of nylon-braided rope, exactly the kind I describe in my stories. Holding a ball-gag in her hand, she said she bought this from an on-line vendor.
"I'm too chicken to buy one of these in public," she said. "I also have tape, the kind you used in your story about the woman who was tied up by her boyfriend while he was on lunch-break," referring to one of my earliest works.
"OK," I said, "if you're sure you really want to do this, let's get to it. How do you want me to tie you?"
"I've always liked the kind of tie that you described that leaves the woman open and accessible, but not able to reach for relief, if you know what I mean," she said mischievously.
I knew exactly what she was referring to.
"Put your hands behind your back", I instructed.
Crossing over to get to the other side of the bed, I took a few wraps of the rope and got on the bed to approach her from the rear. Looping the first wrap around her upper arms, I then criss-crossed her breasts and then cinched the rope between both arms. Taking another wrap, I wound the rope around her upper arms above her elbows and then cinched that off to the rope securing her shoulders. Then I wrapped rope around her waist and arms, cinching her arms to her body. Placing her hands so that the palms touched each other, I tied her wrists and cinched it off.
"Lie down with your legs drawn up," I told her. She did so, and I tied each leg in a frog-tie. Without my having to tell her, she opened her mouth for the ball-gag.
"You really have read my stuff," I exclaimed. She winked at me and smiled.
I pushed the ball-gag into her mouth and buckled tightly so that the ball was behind her front teeth. Taking several strips of tape, I layered the strips from under her jaw and from cheek to cheek, effectively silencing her.
"Everything OK?" I asked. She nodded and then proceeded to test her bonds.
The whole process took only about 25 minutes and there were still a half hour before Bob would arrive. Stephanie squirmed and twisted against the ropes holding her luscious body. My pulse was racing and my cock was straining against my pants like a divining rod that found water. It was literally all I could do to resist taking her right there and then. She was absolutely breathtaking. It was intoxicating to watch her explore her bonds, every luscious inch of her fabulous body highlighted by the whiteness that held her secure. It was obvious that she was aroused and trying to put out the fire between her legs. I wanted to help her so badly but I thought to do so would be to violate a trust, so I shifted my pants to reduce the strain of my hardness as it tried to poke through and sighed.