SO MANY ROPES, SO LITTLE TIME

   




The sound of a bird chirping outside the
window woke Jennifer and she opened her eyes.  The
sun streamed through the open curtains and a warm
fresh breeze wafted lazily into the room.  She
yawned, then looked over at the alarm clock.  9:45.
Good.  The last thing she wanted to do was to get up
too early.  It was a Saturday morning in early June
and although she didn't mind getting up early during
the week to go to work, nothing could compare to the
luxury of sleeping in on a Saturday.
She glanced over to the other side of the bed.
It was empty.  John must have gotten up earlier; he
had an annoying habit of waking up at 6:30 every day
of the year, even on vacation.  She stretched her arms
above her head and yawned again, then got out of
bed.  She threw on her robe and went to look for him.
He wasn't down in the kitchen or in his work
room; she had half-expected to find him there, glued
to his computer screen.  She looked in the back yard;
he wasn't at the pool or working on the lawn.  He
wasn't out in the garage either, and his van was gone.
Where did he take off to on a Saturday? she wondered.
He probably had something up his sleeve.  Saturday
was their day for bondage games, and it wasn't like
him to waste any time getting down to business.
She went back into the house to get some
breakfast.  If he was coming back soon, she didn't
want to be tied up all day without some food in her
stomach.
As she was opening the refrigerator, the phone
rang.
She walked over the phone hanging on the
wall in the kitchen, and picked it up.  "Hello?"
"Hi, it's me, Cindy.  Listen, John called me just
now, and said he had to go into the office for awhile
today, so if you didn't know where he was, now you
know."
"Oh, I see."
"If you want me to, I could come over this
afternoon," Cindy said.  "It's been awhile since we
spent some quality time together."
"Uhh, you mean--"
"Yup, John suggested it.  He said he felt bad
about not being there today, and he thought I might
be able to liven up your day a bit.  If you feel like it."
"Uh, sure, I guess, if John doesn't mind."
"No, John certainly won't mind.  So, you'll be
ready, right?"
"Uh, you mean ready?"
"Yes, sweetie, I surely do.  And I expect you to
do a good job getting ready, after all, I spent a lot of
time teaching you this stuff, didn't I?"
"Yes, Cindy, you have.  Don't worry, I'll start
preparing right away.  What time are you going to be
here?"
"Now, if I told you that, It would take away
some of the suspense, wouldn't it?  I'll be there
sometime before three.  And I don't want to be
disappointed."
"Yes, Cindy, I'll do my best.  You won't be
disappointed.  Bye."
"Bye, love.  See you soon."  Jennifer hung up
the phone.  She felt her blood pumping slightly faster
than normal as she gathered her thoughts.
So John was stuck at the office.  Great.  Well, it
didn't matter that much; after all, a visit from her
friend Cindy was almost as much fun as playing with
John.  The circumspect conversation they had just
finished was about only one thing:  Jennifer
submitting to her friend and allowing herself to be
restrained in any way Cindy wanted.  And to top it
off, Cindy also expected Jennifer to save her some of
the work, and tie herself up before Cindy arrived.
Jennifer felt her heart flutter as she pondered her
options.  How should she tie herself up?  Where
should she position herself?  Should she start now,
and be immobilized for what could be several hours,
or should she wait, and take the chance of Cindy
showing up early and being very upset because she
hadn't played by the rules of their game?  The options
were endless.
She decided she would get started as soon as
possible.
Forty-five minutes later she was done.  She sat
still for a moment, catching her breath.  It had taken a
lot of effort to get herself into the spot she was in, and
she hoped Cindy would appreciate it.  She tentatively
tried to move her legs, but the ropes she had tied
around them proved to be more than a match for her.
She tugged on her wrists, but they remained pinioned
behind her.  She shook her head, partly out of
frustration and partly in an attempt to shake off the
hood she had donned, but accomplished nothing.
She could neither move nor see nor speak.  And she
could feel the familiar feeling of arousal starting to
spread throughout her body.
Cindy would be happy.

Cindy drove quickly through the winding
suburban streets leading to her friend Jennifer's
house.  It was almost two, and she didn't want to be
late for her visit.  By now Jennifer should have herself
packaged and sealed, and she didn't want to keep her
waiting too long.
Cindy's mind wandered as she drove.  She
couldn't believe three years had passed since their
first real physical experience with each other.  Cindy
smiled as the memory played in her head.
It had been a cool, breezy day in early May.
Cindy and Jennifer were sitting in Jennifer's kitchen,
drinking coffee and talking.  They had gone shopping
earlier, and they had spent the last hour trying on
some of the summer outfits they had just bought.
Cindy was wearing nothing out of the ordinary, just a
pair of loose-fitting shorts and a white cotton blouse
splashed with green and yellow dots.  Jennifer,
however, had gone all out and had donned a tight,
skimpy halter top that left little to the imagination,
and pair of skin-tight jean shorts that ended just
below her crotch.  Cindy gazed with admiration at
her friend's shapely body, wondering exactly how she
managed to keep so slender.  Something about the
outfit bothered her, however.  Cindy realized that the
revealing clothes were completely out of character for
her friend.  She had never seen Jennifer wear a
skimpy bathing suit in public before, let alone that
top she was practically falling out of.  Something in
Jennifer's manner seemed out of place as well; she
seemed to be distracted, not paying complete
attention to the conversation.  Cindy decided to
search out the reason for her friend's odd behavior.
"So, how are you and John doing?" Cindy
asked.  "You guys have been married almost a year
now, haven't you?"
"Yeah, 11 months.  We're doing fine.  I haven't
really seen much of him in the last month or so, to tell
you the truth.  He's awfully busy with his job right
now, ever since he got that promotion."
"That's too bad.  Has your sex life suffered at
all?"
"Cindy!"
"What?  You can tell me.  If you can't talk to
your best friend about sex, who can you talk to?"
Jennifer was silent for a moment.  "Well, to be
honest, it's not really that great right now.  John
seems to be so tired all the time, it's like all his energy
is going to his job and he doesn't have any left when
he gets home.  When he does get around to sex, it
almost seems like a chore to him.  Three minutes, he's
done, he's asleep.  I figured I'd give him a little time
to adjust to things, but it's starting to get a little
frustrating.  I mean, . . ."  Jennifer's voice trailed off.
"What do you mean?" Cindy asked.
"Well, I, uh, guess, uh, it's just that, um, well, I
haven't had an orgasm in over three weeks!" Jennifer
finished, and immediately her cheeks turned red.
"Oh, that's too bad!" Cindy smiled.  She didn't
seem to be half as embarrassed at discussing the
intimate details of her friend's life as Jennifer did.
The room was silent for a minute.  Jennifer
studied the rim of her coffee cup.
"I know what you need to do," Cindy said
thoughtfully.  "You need to surprise him.  Something
that'll get his attention on you and away from his
job."
"Yes, but what?" Jennifer asked.  "I just bought
some new lingerie and I don't think he even noticed.
I came on to him on that picnic we took out in the
woods last week, but he fell asleep before I had a
chance to get his shirt off."
"You've got to try something a little more
radical, maybe.  Hey, I've got an idea!"
"What?  Tell me!"
"Just a minute.  Do you have, like, a silk scarf
here?" Cindy asked.
"Yes, I've got a couple.  Why?"
"Hang on, I'll tell you in a minute!  Now, be a
dear and go get me those scarves."
Jennifer stared quizzically at her friend, but
Cindy wasn't betraying anything.  Jennifer shrugged
her shoulders, and headed for her bedroom.  She
came back a minute later carrying three brightly
colored silk scarves, which she deposited on the
kitchen table.
"Great!  Those are exactly what I had in mind,"
Cindy smiled.  "Now, have a seat and I'll demonstrate
what my idea is."  Jennifer, eager to find out what her
friend was up to, quickly resumed her seat.  Cindy
picked up one of the scarves and walked around the
table, positioning herself behind her friend.  She
folded the scarf in half diagonally, and quickly tied it
around Jennifer's head, effectively blindfolding her.
"Hey, what are you doing?  You said you were
going to tell me what your plan was!"
"Sshh, no complaining now.  Just follow my
instructions, and I'll tell you as soon as I'm done."
Cindy grabbed her friend by the hands, and pulled
her out of her chair.  She led her to the hallway just
inside the front door.
"Okay, put your hands behind your back and
just stand here for a second," Cindy ordered.  Jennifer
hesitated, then did as she was told.  As soon as her
hands were behind her back, Cindy grabbed them
and tied one of the scarves around her wrists,
wrapping it tightly around and between to remove
any slack.
"Hey!  Stop that!  What're you doing?"  Jennifer
tried to pull her arms away, but it was too late.  They
were already pinioned behind her.
Cindy reached around and removed the
blindfold from her friend's eyes.  "Don't worry, this
isn't going to hurt, in fact it'll probably be a lot of fun.
Just let me do the work."
Jennifer pulled on her hands, trying to free
them.  "Are you sure this is necessary?" she asked.
"This is something I learned from Jim," Cindy
replied.  When we were going out he used to tie me
up all the time.  One look at you and I'm pretty sure
John's mind won't be at the office any more."
Cindy gently pushed her friend backward
until she was up against the railing of the stairway
leading up.  She ran one of the scarves around one of
the wooden posts of the banister, and tied it through
the scarf securing Jennifer's hands, attaching her to
the railing.
"There.  Now you can't get away, even if you
wanted to," Cindy teased.  Jennifer didn't say
anything; she was busy pulling on the scarves, trying
to break free, but Cindy had tied her knots too well.
Jennifer straightened up and looked at Cindy.
"Okay, so now what?"
"Now I go to the garage and look for some real
rope.  I don't think those scarves will hold you too
long."  With that, Cindy left her friend and headed for
the garage.  John had to have some rope lying
around.  Sure enough, she came up with several
lengths of clothesline and some quarter-inch nylon
rope.  Cindy also picked up a brand-new roll of duct
tape.  She headed back to the hallway, where Jennifer
was still struggling to free herself.
"Relax, Jenn, you're supposed to be enjoying
this," Cindy laughed.  Jennifer subsided.
"That's better," Cindy said.  She began
straightening out the rope, then moved in behind
Jennifer.  Jennifer watched apprehensively over her
shoulder, but said nothing as Cindy began wrapping
the rope over the scarves around her wrists, tying her
hands even more tightly behind her.  Cindy worked
diligently, running the rope around Jennifer's wrists
and then between to cinch the tie, making it for all
practical purposes inescapable.  When she was done,
she still had two three-foot sections of rope dangling
from Jennifer's arms, so she wrapped those around
the banister as well, and tied them off on the inside of
the ropes around her friend's wrists, well out of her
reach.  Jennifer was definitely not getting loose now.
Cindy stood up and backed up several feet,
surveying the effect the ropes were having on
Jennifer.  Jennifer's face was flushed, and her breaths
seemed to be coming more quickly than usual.  She
paid no attention to Cindy as she looked over her
shoulder and concentrated on pulling on the ropes,
seeing if she could loosen them at all.  They didn't
budge.
Cindy smiled.  Jennifer looked marvelous, she
thought.  John would simply die when he saw her.
But -- the picture wasn't quite complete yet.  Cindy
pulled the last scarf from her pocket where she had
stored it, and rolled it into a tight ball.  She
approached Jennifer, who finally quit trying to escape
and looked apprehensively at Cindy.  Cindy stopped
about a foot away, and held up the wadded scarf.
"Open your mouth, please," she said.
"Cindy, what are you doing --"  Her voice was
cut off as Cindy stuffed the scarf in her mouth in spite
of her objections.  Before she could spit it out, Cindy
picked up the roll of tape and tore off a piece about a
foot long.  Over Jennifer's mouth it went, sealing in
the scarf and effectively muffling her voice.  Cindy
placed several more pieces over Jennifer's mouth,
covering the entire bottom half of her face.  Jennifer's
eyes were wide as she watched in mute astonishment
while her friend robbed her of her voice.
Not wanting to waste any time, Cindy picked
up more of the nylon rope.  She positioned herself
behind Jennifer once again, and began to tie it around
her elbows.  Jennifer's voice sounded through the gag
as she felt the additional restraint being applied.
Cindy laughed, and patted her friend's cheek.
"Believe me, dear, you'll thank me for this later."
Cindy kept to her task, wrapping the rope
several times around Jennifer's arms just above her
elbows, then pulling it tight to bring them together as
far as they would go.  Jennifer grunted as she felt the
strain in her shoulders, and began to whimper as
Cindy cinched the rope even tighter and then tied it
off.  Cindy stepped back once again to admire her
handiwork, and noted with pride the way Jennifer's
beautiful breasts were enhanced even more by the
way she had to thrust them forward.  Cindy
remembered the feeling this particular position had
given her when she had been on the other end of the
rope, and she felt a twinge of jealousy.  For a moment,
she wished their positions were reversed; but that
wasn't going to happen, at least not today.
Or was it?  Cindy felt the beginnings of a plan
forming in the back of her mind.
Cindy returned her attention back to Jennifer,
who was apparently getting used to the difficult
position her arms had been placed in.  She pulled
tentatively at the bindings on her wrists, although the
effort seemed to be more for show than anything else.
She gave up, and looked questioningly at her friend.
Cindy stared back thoughtfully for a minute,
then strode forward.  "I don't believe you'll need this
anymore," she said with a laugh as she reached for
the halter top Jennifer was wearing.  Jennifer tried to
pull away, but couldn't go anywhere, and Cindy
quickly had the top pulled up and over her friend's
head and down to her wrists, where Cindy left it.
Jennifer stared down at her bare chest, arched out by
the ropes around her elbows, and a blush ran across
her face and down her body.  She tried to turn away,
but Cindy grabbed her by the shoulders and held her
in place.
"What are you embarrassed of?  I'd kill to have
a body like yours," Cindy commented.  Her hand
came off Jennifer's shoulder and brushed lightly
down her side, just touching the outside of her breast.
Jennifer closed her eyes and lowered her head, letting
her hair fall forward.
Cindy sank down to her knees, and put her
fingers on the snap on Jennifer's shorts.  Jennifer's
eyes shot open again, but she didn't flinch as Cindy
popped the snap and slowly undid the zipper.  She
languorously slid her hands over her friend's body,
feeling the tension in her muscles and the slight sheen
of sweat that was starting to appear.  Slowly,
leisurely, Cindy pulled down on the pair of shorts,
letting her hands linger briefly on Jennifer's hips and
rear as she did so.  Down they came.  Cindy stopped
only when the shorts were down around Jennifer's
ankles.  Jennifer picked up one foot out of the shorts,
and kicked them off.  She stood quietly, dressed only
in the briefest of white panties.
Cindy swallowed.  She now realized fully how
beautiful Jennifer was:  Her long blond hair was
flowing elegantly over her shoulders, her breasts
protruding proudly from her chest, displaying her
now-hard nipples, her lovely legs trembling slightly.
Almost hesitantly, Cindy reached up and hooked a
finger under the side of Jennifer's panties.
"Do you want me to take these off too?" Cindy
asked, a small catch in her voice.  Jennifer froze.
Several seconds passed, then she nodded almost
imperceptibly.  Cindy gently peeled the fabric down
Jennifer's hips, down her legs and to her ankles.
Jennifer watched, stepping out of the panties as she
had the shorts.
Cindy stood up, facing her friend.  Jennifer
looked back, an unreadable expression in her eyes.
Without a word, Cindy reached out and began
caressing Jennifer's breasts.  Jennifer's eyes closed
once again, her head rotating slightly as Cindy gently
pinched her nipples.  Cindy bent down, placing her
mouth over a nipple, and began to tease it with her
tongue.  A wordless sound escaped Jennifer's throat,
and she thrashed about as Cindy's treatment
continued.  Cindy's mouth roamed over her chest,
down her stomach, stopping just short of the neat
patch of hair framing Jennifer's crotch.  Another
sound, this one less ecstatic, came through the gag as
Cindy lifted her mouth away from her friend's body.
"Sorry, sweet, I'd love to keep going, but the
whole idea was to jazz up things between you and
John.  I really think he'll notice you this time."
Jennifer nodded.
"Still, I'd hate to miss my handiwork being
enjoyed to its fullest, so maybe I'll stick around for
awhile," Cindy continued.  Jennifer looked at her
hazily, the meaning of the words not penetrating to
her heated brain.
"Be right back," Cindy said.  She opened the
front door, being careful to check for any passersby
before stepping through, and walked to her car.  She
unlocked the trunk, and looked for the bag she was
hoping was still there.  Bingo, she thought as she saw
it.  She pulled a small, nondescript gym bag out from
under the spare where she had last stowed it, and
opened it.  Sure enough, they were there:  the pair of
shiny chromed handcuffs Jim had bought for her
when they were still dating.  She stuffed them into
her back pocket, and returned to the house.
When she opened up the door, Jennifer looked
at her with a combination of confusion and anxiety.
Cindy could see her thoughts written on her face:
what was she up to now?  To calm her friend, Cindy
walked over to her and began to gently caress her
face with her hands.
"Jenn, Jenn, whatever are you worried about?"
she teased.  "I just know this little display will do the
trick for John.  And I've decided that I'm going to
throw in a little extra surprise for him, just in case he
doesn't get it."  Cindy pulled out the handcuffs.
"You see, although I didn't mind using those
ropes on you today, I would've enjoyed it more if
they were on me.  So maybe if we both tell John what
fun we've had today, he'll let us play together every
once in a while.
"So anyway, I'm going to get my surprise
together.  I'll be back in a few minutes."  Cindy left
Jennifer in the hallway, the look of confusion still on
her face.
Cindy went back to the garage, this time
looking for a padlock and some sturdy chain.  Sure
enough, a couple of small padlocks and a set of keys
were lying in John's tool cabinet.  Cindy tested the
keys in the locks, making sure both of them could be
unlocked.  She then rummaged around for some sort
of chain, but all she could find was what appeared to
be part of an old dog leash.  Well, it would work for
her purposes, Cindy thought.  She picked up her
acquisitions and headed to the kitchen.  She needed to
find a proper chair.
In Jennifer's dining room she found exactly
what she was looking for:  a solidly built, heavy
wooden chair with arm rests and a back supported by
several posts.  Triumphantly, she carried it to the
entrance to the hallway, putting it down just outside
of Jennifer's field of view.  Cindy retrieved the
remaining ropes, the roll of tape and Jennifer's
discarded shorts and panties from the stairs behind
Jennifer, pausing to grin widely at her friend, and
returned to the chair.  She hurriedly began removing
her own clothes and underwear, throwing them in a
heap in the middle of the floor.  As soon as she was
naked, she sat down on the chair and began the
process of tying her legs together about the knees and
ankles, making sure she cinched the bonds tightly
and securely.  When she was finished, she lifted her
legs up and moved them tentatively, enjoying the
sensation the ropes induced in her.  She felt a slight
twinge in her belly, and for a moment considered
untying her knees so she could reach her pleasure
center and bring herself to a climax, but resolutely
continued with her self-restraint.
Next she decided she would have to gag
herself.  She realized all the scarves were already
being used in Jennifer's bondage, so she would have
to find something else.  A wicked thought entered her
mind, and before she could change it, she picked up
Jennifer's discarded panties, and with a giggle,
wadded them up and stuffed them into her own
mouth.  Jennifer apparently had been quite excited
before they had been removed, Cindy discovered.
She picked up the tape and began sealing her mouth
shut, taking the same care on herself as she had with
her friend.  The musk from the panties in her mouth
increased the tingling she felt inside herself, and
hurried to finish her task before her will crumbled.
Her self-imprisonment was almost complete.
But before she put on the finishing touches, Cindy
began to push the chair out into the hallway.  Jennifer
stared wide-eyed at her newly-naked friend as Cindy
slowly maneuvered the chair into the center of the
floor.  Something that sounded suspiciously like a
laugh sounded from behind Jennifer's gag, and Cindy
glared at her from above her own gag.  But slowly,
moving rather awkwardly because of her bound legs,
Cindy managed to place the chair facing her friend
about five feet in front of her.  Cindy hopped back to
the kitchen, and picked up the last piece of rope and
the chain, padlocks and handcuffs.  She hopped back
to the chair, and considered her next move.  She sat
down in the chair and began working one end of the
chain between her calves.  She pulled it through and
locked it around the cinching of her ankle bindings
with one of the padlocks.  She made a small loop in
the opposite end of the chain, locking that in place
with a padlock as well.  She threaded the handcuffs
through the loop at the end of the chain, leaving the
loop around the short connecting chain between the
cuffs.  Carefully she reached down and guided the
end of the chain underneath the chair and up the
back, and hooked one of the cuffs around one of the
posts of the chair so she would be able to reach them
in a minute.  The chain wasn't very long, and she
found that in order to get the cuffs in a position she
could reach, she had to lift her feet completely off the
floor.  Perfect, she thought.  But before she donned the
cuffs, she took the rope and worked it through the
posts.  She scooted back in the seat as far as she could,
and wrapped the rope around her stomach and tied it
off.  She tried wiggling, but couldn't get the rope to
budge.  Almost done, she thought. Cautiously, she
reached back behind the chair and felt around for the
cuffs.  Before her mind could stop her, she clicked on
one cuff, then the other.
She settled in for a long wait.  She didn't have
any idea when her friend's husband would be home,
or if when he did return he would release either of
them from their bondage.  The chain connecting her
hands and feet pulled on her wrists while suspending
her feet above the floor, making her wait extremely
uncomfortable, and, perversely, delicious.  Her blood
pounded in her veins as she thought of the many
delightful things John might choose to do with them,
and of the things she wished to do with Jennifer.
Jennifer, for her part, seemed to be waiting just
as anxiously as Cindy.  She occasionally tried to
dislodge the restraining ropes on her wrists, but
settled mostly with rubbing her thighs together,
trying to stimulate herself to the climax Cindy had
not given her.  I should have tied her legs together as well,
Cindy thought to herself.  She took some pleasure in
seeing that Jennifer's actions didn't seem to be
accomplishing much, and soon Jennifer gave up.  She
hung her head down, stood quietly with her feet
slightly apart, chest slowly rising and falling, her
arms still held securely behind her.
They waited together for the sound of the front
door opening.