Honey sighed as she stepped through her front door. It was always wonderful to get home after a long day. She set her purse on the small table next to the entrance, dropped her keys in the small fish shaped ceramic dish, and began to strip.
It was odd, this stripping. Before a few weeks ago, she would never have shed her clothes anywhere except her bedroom or the bathroom. Then, one day, she'd slipped everything off right after walking in on a whim. The freedom that rushed through her hand been wonderful. Her friend Missie had mentioned how she did the same thing, and Honey had discovered that it agreed with her as well.
Honey gathered her work clothes (and her work bra and work panties too), walking down the hall to the small alcove where her washer and dryer lived. She tossed everything into the washer absently, starting the machine. She popped open the dryer, finding the towels and undies she'd set to dry that morning. She carried the load into her bedroom, plopping the whole pile onto her bed.
She reached for the first towel. The act of folding the rectangle of terry cloth was soothing. Honey felt as if she was sinking into the soft fabric, her mind drifting pleasantly...
"That's it, Hunny Bunny. Just let go. I've got you. Feel it as I wrap you up. I've got my ropes around your body, and I've got my ropes around your mind, and you're safe as long as you're wrapped up..."
Hunny Bunny nodded absently, giving out a soft groan as she felt the soft rope squeeze her flesh. It was a perfect feeling, made even better by Mistress's voice soothing her. Mistress always knew best. Mistress had wrapped Hunny Bunny up, body and mind. It was right that Hunny Bunny was surrounded by Her rope. After all, Hunny Bunny was a rigger's dream. Mistress had told her so.
Honey blinked, noticing that she'd finished folding her towels and panties. Both sat in neat piles on her bed. She'd also gotten dressed again. She must have been really out of it. Today hadn't been that long, had it?
Honey shrugged the thought away as she walked back to the washing machine. She removed the bra and her top, setting both on hangers to air dry. Her wrists itched a bit, but she pushed the sensation aside. It wasn't important, whispered a little voice at the back of her mind.
After she'd thrown her slacks and her panties into the dryer, Honey returned to her bedroom. She put her towels away in the bathroom, and her panties in her dresser. Without really thinking about why, she pulled a pair of socks out of her underwear drawer.
Honey unrolled the socks, strangely fascinated by the way the fabric unoiled. She rolled them again, then unrolled them. Almost like rope uncoiling, Honey thought. Well, it was almost her thinking it. The little voice wasn't quite right, she thought absently as her mind drifted off again...
Hunny Bunny stared into the mirror raptly. Mistress was binding her. The rope in Her hands was beautiful, made of shimmering red silk. Hunny Bunny felt it pressing into her skin as Mistress tightened the bindings against each other. The wetness between Hunny Bunny's legs was thick now, oozing outward.
"That's my good girl. Just let the rope wrap your mind as it wraps your body. No need to worry. No need to think. The rope leads back to me, and I can do all the thinking and worrying. My little Hunny Bunny just needs to follow the rope..."
Hunny Bunny nodded, her eyes skating along the rope wrapped intricately around her torso. She followed one strand, but then it would intersect with another, so she would follow that one instead. But then the second would cross a third, and before she knew it, her eyes were lost in a spiral that never ended...
Honey felt a little confused as she stepped out of her front door. Part of that confusion was the act of stepping out itself. It was close to 7:00 in the evening. Normally, she didn't leave home until it was time for work in the morning after getting home at 5:15 or 5:20.
Speaking of time, where had the last hour and a half gone? Honey tried to remember. She'd come home, and taken her clothes off, and put those into the washer, and had gotten the clothes out of the dryer, and folded those clothes...
Honey got lost for a moment, trying to recall what had happened next. She felt like the next step should have been putting on pajamas and making supper. Yet she was locking the door behind herself and heading down her front walk to the sidewalk.
It must just be a need to get out and see the evening sky. That had to be it. But thinking about the sky and looking around as she turned left brought up the second truly confusing thing. She looked down at her wrists, trying to remember where she'd gotten the beautiful red silk cords that were now tied around her wrists in mesmerizing, intricate knots.
It's a single column tie, Hunny Bunny
The voice that whispered through her mind brought Honey up short. That genuinely hadn't felt like her own internal voice. Where had that come from? And she wasn't dexterous enough to tie knots like this. She was so clumsy that 'all thumbs' would have been an improvement.
And yet there were the ties, around her wrists. She had a vague memory of tying them, but it was dreamy, almost dazed. And thinking about it made her feel lightheaded in the oddest way...
Bound. Constrained. Secure. Wrapped in her Mistress's silken embrace, caressed by Her warm fingers. Shivering with pent up desire. Straining in that one direction that caused the cord strung between her labia to pull just so. Mistress's voice in her ear, while Mistress's hands found her tits...
"You're doing so good, Hunny Bunny. Keep struggling. It usually takes another five minutes before you're ready to stop. Can't cum too quickly. We have all night..."
Honey stumbled to a stop, looking around in confusion. Where was she? And had she been walking while in a fugue? She got her eyes to focus on the nearest street signs. Park Avenue and...East Leonard St!? Honey was so surprised, she actually ended up sitting down on the sidewalk under the signs.
