She lived maybe nine or ten blocks away from me in this rambling old wooden house made of cubes and rectangles. The house felt like it was probably the original building in the suburban area. A farmhouse chunk of architecture from a previous century isolated now in the midst of later repeatedly random trac and industrial developments that swarmed up around it, built by greedy contractors on parcels of the farmland that once went with her dwelling as fields of corn - back in the days when it was owned by old McDonald.
Two sides of her property had these mature cottonwood giants lining the edges as if planted there rather than weeds. The trees looked like they were trying to hide the uneven lines of her odd lot from a few rows of modern light industrial butler style vast empty metal buildings that had arisen behind and beside her. The aesthetics of nature hanging in there.
Between them the fences on the other two sides and the greenery of the trees barely kept the metaphorical stench of non-polluting industry at bay.
Still, the only way to reach her island-like piece of a property was along a single cul-de-sac road, a paved piece that had likely been traveled by pickup trucks and possibly even wagons when it was still dirt. A street with no name. There were a couple houses about a block away, but even though it sat in the middle of an urban area, the whole effect was to leave the place oddly isolated.
I banged on the door sharply. When she did not answer right away, I did it again. Pounding this time with the side of my fist.
She flung the door open, as is angry that I was thudding away. I barged right past her forty-four-year-old outrage, hooked a foot on the door and kicked it shut behind me. At twenty-nine, I was younger than her.
And fitter.
"What are you...!" She started to say, but I put a hand on her shoulder and shoved so that she staggered back against a wall with a yelp.
I already held a piece of rope in one hand, a slipknot noose already tied in it. I arched my body, snatched her right wrist and yanked it to me, dexterously running the loop in my rope and yanking it tight.
Her mouth worked as she stared at her roped wrist that I was pulling towards me by the free end of the thing.
Abruptly she spun and made to run away, but I planted my feet, tugged her to an abrupt halt with the rope around her wrist. As she staggered, she half pivoted around her bound wrist as I pulled on it hard and I pushed her between her shoulder blades to shove her up against the wall while she was unbalanced.
She yelled.
"Ahhh! Sto..."
I planted an elbow between her shoulder blades and leaned while I pulled her other hand behind her.
"Oh my god!" She hollered. Wriggling her untied wrist in my grip frantically. Too slow.
I ignored her and pinned her wrists next to each other with my hip.
Using a move I had practiced dozens of times on a newel post at home I flipped the rope around both her wrists in rapid succession. I had seen the same motion in calf roping competitions at the rodeo when they tied up the feet of the animal. I flipped the ends around the center of her wrists in two-second-long winds and tied a rapid half hitch to pin the fat nylon together. I was preparing for the second half hitch when she shrieked like a banshee and flattened herself against the wall, yanking her arms downward sharply and half getting them away from me. She managed a sideways step, but my weight against her pushed her back against the wall again and I swiftly tugged that second turn on the clove hitch into place.
A real knot.
Unforgiving.
She wasn't getting it loose easily.
She was truly tied.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out two pairs of panties.
She had flipped herself around to stare at me, her eyes as big as saucers and her shock of black hair making a tangled frame on each side of her disbelieving face.
I held up one pair of the panties in front of her face. Her mouth worked the jaw up and down without sound. Stunned by the sight of strange underwear dangling in her face. Shaking her head violently, denial written in her expression.
Finally, she vocalized.
"What are you? No! NO!"
I crumpled the pair into a ball and shoved it into her mouth timed to her second denial.
She whimpered. Her eyes rolled around in circles.
"Na...Mph! MPH!" She mumbled around the offending material as I fed it into her cheek and crammed it in on top of her tongue. I wasn't very gentle.
In a flash she arched her hips, used her butt of fling herself away from the wall pushed me back and she raced off through her living room in a flash.
"Mph. Spfttt!" She was chewing on the panties as she ran.
I caught her three quarters of the way across the room with an arm across her chest from behind.
"Mph. Ahhph!" She writhed her body about. Wriggling to escape my grip.
My hand over her shoulder was clutching the material of the front of her blouse and the little almost-bolero jacket of her business suit. I had seen her buy the outfit at Good Will. New-used. Trying it on and wearing it out a hour ago before I followed her home.
I pulled back hard to control her. A button parted at the pull. She moaned as I got inspired and grabbed at each suit top lapel and pulled roughly down on the jacket which pulled it back and off her shoulders to rest across her upper arms behind her back. The taut material making a further restriction across her upper arms. Almost another tie to go with the rope on her wrists.
It turned me on to see her jerk her arms and hands trying to escape.
I had been clumsy about it. My right fist during the tug on the material had held one side of the blouse beneath it too. At least two buttons had popped off under the pressure. Half her bra was exposed as her blouse gave and fell open. A lovely breast really, a small B cup, had rolled loose from its cup on that side. Bouncing. Bouncing.
She had planted her feet while I stared down lustfully at her pig pink nipple and wobbling boob visible over her shoulder so she slammed a shoulder into me making me let go in surprise.
