Chapter Two: Storage
So even as I spent my evening tied in the chair, I thought about Uncle M`s story. Even as the night broke into morning, I couldn`t stop thinking about what he told me. While I had eaten, he told me that once he entered my life, he would never leave. I thought long and hard about what he meant by that. He mentioned that I would learn what bondage truly was, tight and restrictive. I have a career, a social life, no family, and my own way of doing things. I don’t want some bored pervert tying me up for amusement. What I wanted was to be untied and to go back home. But I doubted that I was going to get that.
Uncle M returned and offered to untie me so that I might shower and change. I immediately thought of escape, but even as I did so, I was informed that he had my car locked in the garage and that it was two kilometers to the nearest road. Damn. I merely nodded, thinking: he mentioned that he only ties people, he never unties them. That was when his assistant walked in. A tall young man I could have sworn I had seen before. He just smiled and untied me, leaving as soon as I was free.
The euphoric rush as I stood and stretched my stiff limbs stayed with me as I wandered into the bathroom I had failed to notice in my panic the night before. Hot, steaming water can wash away just about anything. With the exception of my situation. I had no idea what lay before me as I dried and emerged wearing only a housecoat.
Uncle M had laid out what appeared to be a ranch hand’s outfit, right down to a perfectly fitting pair of boots. Seeing as how my own clothing disappear while I had been immersing myself in delicious streams of water, I dressed in what was available. Thinking back to it, I’m glad I did. What happened after I ate the lavish meal in the dining room cured my fear of spiders and rats.
Wandering outside, I discovered that the barn door had been left open. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well, this kitty sure wished she was dead when, upon entering said barn, I was grabbed, my boots removed, and I was placed in a hog tie with the roughest rope imaginable. As my protesting reached new octaves, Uncle M produced the gag and continued to wrap me in what I can assume was rope laced with slivers of wood. It hurt and itched. My squeaking and squealing escalated when Uncle M picked me up and placed me in the crawl space under the barn, telling me that he’d be back later to check on me.
The ropes were wrapped around my wrists and elbows, and travelled down to my ankles, lifting my feet and hips up. Unlike in the chair, I could roll from side to side. As my skin grew accustomed to the god awful rope, I was starting to settle in to another relaxing day of nothing. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
A spider crawled into my shirt. Another started exploring my face. Within minutes countless bugs and creepy crawlies were descending on the nice warm body that had been placed in their midst. I was no where near calm when I spotted three massive rats inching their way closer. If I had considered last night torture, that was nothing compared to the knowledge that I was stuck like this all day. And the ropes were so well placed, I couldn’t struggle. Too bad I was gagged.