Tales of the Rope

Chapter 21: Surprise

The black-clad figure creeping along the balcony was outlined against the evening sky for only a second, but had an observer been present, he would have seen the unmistakable shape of a young woman outlined against the final faint glow of sunset. Then she slid open the glass door and was within the apartment and out of sight.

Brandy flattened herself against the wall and tried to calm her beating heart. Quickly she surveyed the bedroom to confirm it was empty. Her normally pale green eyes were glowing with inner excitement as she eased off the small backpack.

What a rush, she told herself. This sneaking into a man’s apartment without being seen is quite exciting.

Silently she closed the drapes. Only when none could see within did she dare to light the small lamp on the nightstand. Quickly she confirmed that the rest of the apartment was as empty as the bedroom.

Then she sighed with relief. The breaking and entering part was over. Now for phase two of her plan.

jogging shoes. Then she pulled back the hood of the black spandex body suit, followed by the rest of the skin-tight suit. There was no

and a trim, very sexy body. She shook her head to arrange the golden waves of soft hair gracefully over her shoulders and smiled at

Brandy opened the backpack turned it upside down. Two lengths of white cotton clothesline, wrapped into short coils, tumbled onto the burgundy bedspread. There followed a pair of handcuffs, a rubber ball gag, a short length of chair, two small padlocks, and what looked like a leather sack. The backpack was tossed on top of the black body suit on the floor in the

both pillows out from under the covers and placed them to one side. Then she took a handful of paperback books from the small shelf, revealing a thick metal ring that had been screwed into the heavy wood of the headboard. Taking the chain, she placed one of the padlocks through the last link and

of a piece of rope through another metal ring screwed into the underside of the wooden frame at the corner. The rope

small loop tied at one end, making a larger sliding loop. She placed that loop around her left ankle and pulled it snug. She picked up the other end of the rope, threaded it through the last link of the chain, and pulled it until the rope was taut and her leg pulled towards that corner. She tied it with three solid knots, and then repeated the process with

the rubber to wedge behind her teeth. Then she buckled the strap behind her head. She knew that before too long the muscles in her jaw would begin to ache from being forced wide open. It would be uncomfortable. But a little pain was nothing compared to the excitement she was feeling and the anticipation of what

what is called a discipline hood around her head. There were eyelets and laces in the back and she began carefully lacing the hood shut. Working only by feel, it took a while but she was very careful to make sure all of the hood was tight and smooth. When the final lace was pulled tight at her neck, the only portion of her head not covered by leather was her nose sticking out through a small hole. She knotted the

a discipline hood on. After all, she had broken into an apartment, was trespassing,