Tales of the Rope

Chapter 23: Boxed In

Chapter 23: Boxed In

“Are you sure this is safe?” came the plaintive voice of the young woman in the box.

“Of course it is!” was the jovial assurance.

Nadia wished she could believe the cheerful tone in Matt’s utterance, but doubt nibbled at the back of her mind. After all, she was allowing herself to be made completely helpless in a manner not conducive to feeling safe.

The box was of stout wood with brass corners and two very solid looking metal hasps. On the floor next to the box lay two large padlocks, promises that once the lid was closed no one without the key would be opening it. And certainly not the woman within.

Of course, Nadia would not be given the chance to work at escape. Nor had she really expected to be given any kind of a chance. That was not the game they played.

It had begun early that Saturday morning with Nadia awakening to find Matt binding her wrists behind her with some of that white cotton clothesline he kept in the nightstand for just such occasions. In the morning sunlight, she lay on her stomach as he crossed her wrists behind her and began the methodical wrapping of rope that would soon make her helpless. Matt knew what he was doing with the rope; she would not be able to work her hands loose once the final knots were secured. There might be some failings about Matt as a husband, but his ability to bind a woman was not one of them. And when she found herself being bound in preparation for sex, she forgave him the times he cheated on her. So he wasn’t a perfect husband; he certainly had a knack for making her feel incredibly helpless and sexually excited. Already, even before the last knot was pulled tight, she could feel the warmth between her legs. She knew that soon he would turn her over, spread her legs, and begin doing those wonderful things to her that so turned her on. And when he decided she was hot and bothered enough, he would shove that huge tool of his into her burning love tunnel and she would lose her mind.

So it was that Saturday morning. Matt had made the ropes extra tight so that Nadia could feel her hands growing numb as she lay on the bound wrists. But she didn’t care. The things he was doing to her breasts and oh-so-sensitive pussy were driving all other thoughts out of her mind.

And Matt seemed to be particularly enthusiastic that morning. The lovemaking was no quickie, but a long, drawn out session that had Nadia panting with lust and uttering those little cries of hers when the massive orgasm finally gripped her body and shook it.

Later, he untied her wrists but replaced the ropes with handcuffs. Nadia sighed with pleasure. Being tied or handcuffed was nice. It made her feel owned and loved. And she knew it increased the chance that another session of lovemaking might occur before the day was over. In fact, it almost guaranteed it.

After breakfast, eaten on Nadia’s part without hands, he had taken her into the bedroom and locked her ankle in a chain, the other end of which was firmly locked to the leg of the bed. She settled back on the soft mattress to wait for whatever he was planning. There was little else she could do with her wrists handcuffed behind her, and the chain securing her ankle to the bed only two feet long. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

What a difference, she thought to herself, compared to the night before. Matt had come home from “working late”, as he often did. But Nadia knew with a woman’s instinct that it had not been a computer occupying his time that night. She could almost smell a woman on him, and knew he had been screwing around with some young chick from the office again. Or something he had picked one up at a bar. Nadia sighed. Matt made a lot of money and was a great lover. But in the two years since the wedding, his eye had been wandering to other women. And other parts of him had been wandering, too. He made little attempt to hide his cheating, seeming to consider it a man’s prerogative to screw other women if he wished.

There had been a bitter argument about it, mostly bitter words on Nadia’s part and a stony silence on his part. Nadia had been crying softly when she went to bed.

But the morning had been totally different. His strong hands upon her body, first pulling off the teddy nightgown, then turning her over and pulling her hands up behind her, were something she had not expected. But it was most welcome. She took it to be an apology for the night before. Matt was not good at expressing his feelings in words. She took the lovemaking to stand for his love for her, as well as the obvious sexual urges. She was happy.

Nadia heard noises through the open doorway and had to wonder what was going on in the rest of their apartment. Maybe he was preparing something for her, she wondered. Matt could be such an imaginative man when he wanted to be. He had been the one who introduced her to bondage when they were first dating. It had been so very scary at first but when she found how the helplessness made her much more excited, she totally surrendered her body and enjoyed. Every since that first night, she had often been bound in one way or another, and enjoyed most of it.

And the special games he made up! Like the time he had stripped her naked, bound her arms tightly behind her back, then put a coat on over her naked body. Then they went for a ride in the car to a shopping center where he made her walk by his side through the crowded shops. She had been blushing and certain that everyone in the crowd knew she was naked and bound. It had been one exciting experience. As had been the sex back in the car. He had taken her coat off and driven the naked and trembling woman to a dark corner of the parking lot where he lifted her only to let her settle down on his rigid rod. The lovemaking had been quick and hard, with Nadia biting her lip to keep from screaming as the orgasm exploded within her.

So what could he be doing that Saturday morning? It was not football season. It was not uncommon for her to spend a few hours tightly bound to a chair and forced to watch one of his favorite teams on the TV. During half time he would suck on her nipples and get her so excited that she would be begging for something more. Then she would get gagged as punishment for disturbing his watching of the game. It was most frustrating when he did that, but Nadia actually enjoyed the torment.

When he came back in, he had what Nadia thought of as his “cat with a mouse to play with” grin. She knew she was in for something, and it made her both scared and excited.