Immense gratitude to author/editor
SueDanym
for editing this under pressure. This doctor of words identifies, diagnoses and then treats each of my verbal maladies with the appropriate therapy. Follow the link to the author's story page, and you'll find no one can make consensual sadism/masochism as tender, affectionate and orgasmic as this writer.
Chad blinked his eyes in confusion as he awoke in an alcohol fog. Even though his mouth felt like it was full of cotton, he knew it wasn't morning because his head wasn't yet throbbing from a hangover. Why was he awake?
He felt something pull on his left arm and thought it was someone trying to wake him. That made him angry. He pulled his arm back sharply and raised his head to see who was bothering him.
He saw a woman in her underwear, but she wasn't holding onto him. As she noticed him looking at her, she laughed. Again, he felt his arm being pulled away from his pillow. This time there was resistance as he pulled it back.
He lay on his stomach, in his usual sleeping position, with his arms around the pillow. As he pulled against the force on his left arm, he became aware that his right arm was not in a normal position either. It was stretched out, in front of his body.
He tied to pull it back and found he couldn't bring it closer. Suddenly, he was wide awake. He lifted his head and looked around. As he did, the woman spoke gleefully, as if she were showing him a birthday present.
"Wakey, wakey, Chad! Surprise!"
He saw that his right wrist had some kind of thick material wrapped tightly around it. A rope was attached to the wristlet, and that was pulling his arm straight. The rope went over the top of the mattress. He slid up and saw that it disappeared under the bed.
He turned to his left and looked up at the woman. She was holding another piece of rope.
He tried to speak, but cloth had been stuffed in his mouth. He moved his jaws and pushed the material with his tongue, but he couldn't spit it out.
"Nothing you can do about the right arm, Chad," the woman said merrily. "Let's have a tug o' war with the left. I've greased the rope, so it will easily slide back and forth.
"I'm not very big, but I'm strong for my size. Of course, my strength is nothing compared to yours. What makes the contest more even is that you're lying on the bed, so it's harder for you to use anything except your arm muscles.
"The way I've got this rope wrapped under your bed and then out to the side lets me also use my back and leg muscles. And I've got two more advantages."
Chad wasn't paying attention to her. He focused on pulling his left arm with all his might to bring it over to his right arm so he could unfasten the restraint on his right wrist and escape.
He moved his arm a few inches to the right as he strained. Then he felt more resistance. Though he tried hard, his arm was moving slowly in the wrong direction.
Looking up, he saw the woman holding the rope had climbed onto the bed's narrow ledge. She stood in her bare feet, leaning back. She laughed and spoke again.
"See, I can also use my entire body weight and the leverage I've created by winding the rope under the bed."
Chad felt his left arm slowly being stretched toward the top of the mattress. He grunted and squirmed and tried to roll his body. His arm muscles gradually tired, and the rope pulled his arm straight.
When that happened, the woman jumped off the bed and crouched down. He heard her doing something under the bed. When she stood and came into view again, she was no longer holding the rope.
He examined her closely for the first time. She wasn't large. It was hard to tell how tall she was from his position, but he estimated she wasn't more than five feet. She was wearing sheer lingerie, and he could see a thick bush under her panties.
Through her matching bra, he could clearly see her nipples, which looked erect. Her breasts were round and firm, and from what he could see, her ass was round and firm, too. Her whole body was toned. It was obvious that she worked out.
"Like what you see?" she asked and laughed again.
Her laughter was dark and unsettling. Who was she?
When she spoke again, it was as if she had read his mind.
"Let me introduce myself. My name, for today, is Kyra, and I'm here because you've been screwing around. But, that's over and now you're screwed. This is the finale, the climax, the celebration. This is Independence Day."
Chad knew it was the Fourth of July and the hottest day of this summer. Like every year, he had been playing softball with his high school buddies while getting wasted. The blazing sun had made them consume even more beer than usual. The others had been taken home by their wives to sober up in time for the evening fireworks. His wife, Mia, was visiting her parents, so one of the other couples had dropped him off.
The woman stopped speaking, pivoted and walked away. He turned his head and twisted his body to see what she was doing. Occasionally, he caught a glimpse of her legs, but mostly she was out of sight. He heard her humming softly as she worked. What was she doing?
Chad frantically looked around as much as he could. He tested the ropes that held his arms apart. Using his legs, he was able to slide a bit forward and make the rope looser until his head hit the headboard. But he couldn't reach down between the mattress and the headboard to untie the ropes. Except for his arms, he was free to move in any direction. He moved his legs under him and got on his knees. That didn't help, so he lay flat again.
The room became quiet. Had she left? He put his head on the pillow and waited. There was no sound. He raised his head and looked to his right. Nothing. He looked to his left and saw her bare legs standing next to the bed. He turned his head to look up at her.
