Tales of the Rope

Chapter 7: Home Delivery

Brian had just tossed the TV program listing to the coffee table in disgust when the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?” he muttered as he got up and headed towards the door.

It was a woman. Brian was about to tell her he didn’t want to buy whatever she was selling when she spoke his name, “Mr. Brian Cory? I’m Susie.”

“Yes?” His mind was blank. He didn’t know this very beautiful woman, or any Susie, for that matter.

Sensing his puzzlement, she smiled sweetly and clued him in, “I’m the Susie of David and Susie. You’ve been corresponding with my husband for a couple of months.”

A light bulb clicked to life in his mind. He’d written to an advertisement in one of those adult contact magazines, not expecting anything to come of it but hoping, nevertheless. He’d exchanged a few letters with this David. They had been fascinating, these stories about how David treated his wife as a slavegirl, almost constantly in restraints, often rope bondage, sometimes chains, controlled and used the way a woman was meant to be used. He had felt the tightening in his gut as he read descriptions of extreme bondage positions this Susie had been put in. Now that woman he had read about and seen photos of was actually standing before him. The thought of that lovely body of the woman before him naked and tightly bound up in ropes sent a shiver down his spine.

During the correspondence, he was unsure if this David and his slavegirl/wife was for real or not, but Brian still envied tremendously the idea that a man could have a beautiful young woman to tie up and make love to whenever and however he wished. Or spank and punish, if that was his whim.

Brian swallowed hard as his mind raced to take this in. Before him was a most beautiful woman. Long blonde hair hung gracefully over the black shoulders of her leather coat. Her eyes were the loveliest emerald green. And those lips... They promised acts of love that would melt any man’s heart.

“Susie...” he stammered awkwardly.

“Yes, Susie.” She smiled again and he felt a twisting at his insides. Lord but she was beautiful. “May I come in?” she asked.

He backed away and held the door open. She entered, walking with just the slightest hint of sway in her hips, just enough to tease a man with the promise of a wonderful body under that leather coat. Brian glanced outside but she was alone. He closed the door.

warmly. “David told you he would lend me

I didn’t... I mean, I wasn’t

for him. “Or that I

“Well, yes.”

does sometimes lend me out to men who have a real knowledge of rope bondage. He enjoys knowing that I’m experiencing new and

I don’t... Are you saying that

I’m yours for the evening. With David’s

here?” Brian managed to get out. This was all a bit much for him and totally unexpected. He hadn’t really believed what had been

best bondage on me if you don’t have a husband looking over your shoulder.

“I guess so.”

being a surprise, but that’s the way David does things.” Her smile was melting his heart. “And I’m in the mood for some tight ropes...” She lingered over the last two words, and the look in her

limitations as to what I

you’re free to tie me up anyway you feel like. I’ll be a good little slavegirl and cooperate with you.”

are you to be dressed? I mean, can

coat,” she

And also obvious that those breasts were something any woman would be proud of. Hell, as the third button released and the coat opened a little more, he told himself that those breasts would

thread to cover the finest body he had ever seen. The curves were wonderful and just right. The stomach was flat and curved in on each side to accent the hips wonderfully. The pubic patch was soft down, and proclaimed that she was a real blonde. Those legs... Brian felt his knees

but with a pair of handcuffs that were very tight, the steel

likes to deliver me already naked and chained,” she said. “Do