Let's see, warnings. A lot of BDSM, but nothing too intense.
Eliza's Ask
"Can you meet me at work at lunchtime?" my sister Eliza asked.
"Why?"
"Um, I'll tell you when you get there," she said, her voice tremulous, pale face turning red.
"Uh, okay," I agreed.
"Meet me at the door to boat storage at noon."
Noon came and I was at the door to boat storage, a big sliding door big enough to move out various boats. Boat rental was part of the overall water complex where my sister worked, but it was a Sunday so there wasn't any business and the door was closed. I knocked and the big door squeaked open just enough for me to squeeze in. The inside was a big warehouse space with boats of various sizes on racks on the walls and a few on the concrete floor. It was pretty light from some windows high on the walls.
My sister Eliza was wearing her lifeguard uniform, a red one-piece swimsuit and a wrap around her waist tied like a sarong. With her bust and blonde hair she looked kind of like Pamela Anderson in
Bay Watch.
She turned and padded on bare feet into the big room, her reddish ponytail bouncing, her hips swaying. In the middle of the motorboat bay she'd set up a table with a bunch of stuff on it. I could see a ceiling winch overhead and the hook was just above head height. On the table was a bunch of rope coiled up, three floggers, a type of whip with lots of "tails," and a few leather paddles.
"I've had these a long time. Well, awhile," my sister said, looking down at them, refusing to meet my gaze. She gestured to the rope. "I didn't know which size you would want to use. I want you to tie my wrists together and hang me from the hook," she said. "I read online that being suspended by your wrists can damage them so I think just make me have to stand on my toes." She finally looked up at me, her face disturbed, presumably from more embarrassment. "Be sure to tie it tight."
She lightly gripped the handle of a flogger with suede tails. "This one is pretty soft but it can sting if you swing it really hard." She moved to the next one which had square leather tails. "This one is more 'thuddy.' I like the sound it makes." She moved to a leather paddle with a wooden handle. "This will turn my skin red so you can only use it where my swimsuit is right now," and she rubbed the red fabric over her torso. Her last tool was a ping pong paddle. "I love this. I bought it when you used yours on mom. It really hurts so you can only use it on soft parts of my body like my ass and tits. I can take it for a couple of hits on one spot but then I have to change spots. You can probably hit me harder than I can hit myself so, um, keep that in mind." She moved on to a wooden rod. "I got this rod too but it's too awkward to use on myself so I don't know what it'll be like. But you can use this too, just be careful."
I had been looking down at the implements on the table as she described them. "I never knew," I said after a pause, still looking down, my fingers brushing the handles of the paddles and floggers.
"I...I know. I do this at work because you guys would know if I did it at home." She seemed about to say more but stopped.
Looking around, I asked, partly to take a break from this really uncomfortable conversation, "Where do you keep them?"
"My locker." Looking around, I didn't see any lockers. She seemed to read my question in my head. "They're in the office."
"Who do you do this with?"
"No-nobody. I do it to myself." Suddenly her words started to tumble out. "When I saw what you did with mom, I thought I could ask you to do it with me. Or to me or whatever. We've got two hours."
"So, you want me to tie you up. Just your wrists?"
"Whatever you want." She slipped the straps of her swimsuit from her shoulders but left it and her wrap in place. "I want you to tie me up and then hang me, or mostly hang me, and then tear my clothes off and use that stuff or your hand to whip and paddle and spank me and call me names like 'slut,' or 'cunt,' or 'whore' or whatever." She stopped and bit her lip and looked at me nervously.
Pausing to think, I said, "You need a safeword."
"Oh, yeah, 'Safeword.' But we won't need it. If things are going well, I'll just yell or scream - not so loud people can hear me - and I'll tell you if I want things to change or stop." She held out her arms, wrists together, and waited. She had half a dozen coils of rope so I chose a cotton rope about 1/2" in diameter. I thought of using the 1/4" clothesline to make it tighter but it might hurt more so I went with the bigger one. "The knife is for cutting it if you want." We were both so nervous that I hadn't noticed it. "But not my clothes. I have to go back to work. Oh, and after you beat me, you can fuck me however you want." She paused and flushed again, looking down. "If you want."
Eliza continued to look pensive as I carefully tied her wrists, looping the rope around each one and then between to cinch it. "Tighter," she said and I had to undo it and do it again. That kind of irritated me so I made it as tight as I could, the rope cutting into her skin like a plough into a furrow. "Yeah. Perfect," she said and I looked up to see her smiling as she looked down at me tying her wrists. Finished, I made a loop from the free end and put it over the hook hanging from the ceiling. Eliza had left the control on the table so I pressed the up button. The machinery hummed and it went up, taking the loop with it.
"Tell me when," I said. The rope went with Eliza's hands in front of her then pulled them over her head. They were completely straight and she was going up on her toes.
"When," she said and I stopped. Her shoulders were pulled up by her ears and I could see her lats sticking out to the sides.
