Glamour bondage by Uncle M

So you have awakened my inner muse, and I’m feeling quite creative today.  Here’s one more story, a little different than the others, but hopefully still enjoyable.  This character is also based on someone I know, she’s 25 years old, about 5 foot 2 with dirty blond hair, athletic figure, her toenails are usually painted red, and her fingernails are usually unpainted.

Carolyn walked through the door of her apartment building, kicked off her heels threw her bags on the ground, and sighed.  Here it was, Thursday night, and with the office closed on Friday, she was free from the clutches of the work week.  However, that thought didn’t give her much comfort.  You see, Carolyn had been in a rut lately, physically and emotionally.  It wasn’t that things weren’t going well; work was great, she had a smart and handsome boyfriend named Brian, and life was relaxed…well, a little too relaxed.  Carolyn thought back to her college days, and how carefree she had been, how much excitement had been in her life.  Now, there was only the everyday dregs, and she needed more.

As Carolyn sat down to her computer and opened her email, her mind wandered a bit.  In college, she had a boyfriend who had gotten her involved in a bit of bondage; nothing too scary or outrageous, just some fun ways to spice up the lovemaking.  While the boyfriend wasn’t still around, the thoughts of bondage made her heart race a little.  Could she still do it?  Brian would never go for it; he was too conservative, too timid in the bedroom.  She wasn’t going to get some random guy either; that was too dangerous, and it wasn’t necessarily sex she was looking for.  She just wanted that feeling again, that exhileration.  Hunting around through her place, she found some long pieces of rope that she had used when she was moving.  A thought came into her head; why not bind herself to her bed?  She could do the self-bondage, let her mind wander a bit, and put some excitement into her boring life.

Walking into her bedroom, she changed into an old college t-shirt and short pajama shorts, staying in her bare feet.  She wanted to be as comfortable as possible.  Flipping open her black Motorola Razr phone, she hit speed dial #1 for Brian; didn’t want him showing up to this, at least not yet.  The voicemail picked up; “It’s Brian, away from my phone right now, leave one.”  “Hey babe, just me, I’m going to rest and stay in tonight; I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” she said, not altogether too excitedly, and she placed the phone on to charge on her bedside table, to her left.

Looking at the ropes, Carolyn decided the best thing would be to get herself into a spread-eagle position.  She grabbed a piece of rope and started with her ankles, binding them together tightly, perhaps too tightly; she felt the burn on the ankles immediately, which, well, got her a little excited.  Next, she moved over to her right wrist, and started tying the wrist; the more she tied, the more excited she got, and she tied the wrist even tighter than her ankles.  Pressing her wrist against the bedpost, she was able to do the tying with one hand, and slipped the rope through the loops several times, finally pulling on the bedpost to make sure it was tight.

Now, Carolyn laid back, imagining that her crown prince had come to save her from her bondage, to carry her away on his white horse.  She dreamed, a slow smile creeping across her face as she imagined it.  “No,” she thought, “maybe I’m a sexy 20’s damsel, waiting for my Dick Tracy to show up and rescue me from the clutches of the evil criminal.”  These thoughts made her happy, and all of a sudden she forgot all of the blandness of her usual life…until the house phone rang.

Carolyn sat up quickly, hearing her house phone ringing out in the living room, then the voicemail picking up.  “Hey, it’s Carolyn, you know the drill.  *Beep*”  Then, she heard Brian’s voice, “Hey love, I know you said you were staying in tonight, but my sister is in town, and I really wanted to introduce the two of you.  We’ll only stop by for a few minutes, then let you rest tonight. We’ll be there within the hours, see you then!”

Carolyn gasped; Brian was on his way, with his prude, know-it-all sister, and she was tied to a bed.  “Wait,” she thought, “I’ll just cut myself out of this and it will be fine.”  Looking over to her bedside table, though, Carolyn was horrified by the sight; she had forgotten to bring a knife, or anything that could free her from her bonds.  “This is why the amateurs don’t get into this stuff,” she mumbled under her breath.  She pulled at her wrist, but it was of no use; she had tied herself extremely tightly, and would need to cut the rope.  As her eyes scanned the room again, looking for any way out of her predicament, her gaze fell upon her Razr cell phone on her bedside table.  She could call Brian, tell her that she was sick, and convince him not to come over; she could then call her best friend Cindy (who had known her since childhood), and get her to come by to help her.  Cindy had a key in case of emergencies, and best of all, she wouldn’t judge (although this would no doubt be the basis for years of inside jokes between the two).

Carolyn stretched out her left arm, but realized that the phone was barely beyond her reach.  She stretched out a little further, pulling on her right wrist for some give, but the phone remained just beyond her grasp.  “You have to be kidding me,” she said loudly, and she pulled even more away from her right wrist, straining even further for the phone.  The scene was an incredible one: she was pulling as hard as possible away from the rope, her left arm stretched out to its limit, her fingers spread slightly, wiggling a bit with the effort, her eyes were open wide, and she was biting her lower lip with the effort.  Her fingers hovered, not even an inch away from the phone, and she could not quite reach it.  The light from the table lamp shined off the phone, and it looked not unlike salvation to her.  All she needed to do was get the phone in her grasp, hit the speed dial, and all would be ok.  However, that phone, which she had held in her grasp so many times before, barely evaded her fingertips touch.  The veins stood out in her hand, and her hand shook slightly with the effort.  The ropes dug even harder into her right wrist, keeping her just far enough away to make the phone an impossible dream.  The inches may as well have been miles, as her fingertips yearned to feel the cool metal in their grip.

It would be nice to say that Carolyn got out of this, and there was no embarassment to be had.  However, even after an hour of straining to reach the phone, she got no closer than a quarter of an inch; close enough to nearly feel it beneath her fingertips, but not close enough to grasp it or bring it into her hands.  But, all was not to be lost; Brian (who did, also have a key) and his sister walked in on the scene; after the initial shock, and the sister’s obvious disapproval, a later phone call from Brian revealed that he too was curious about bondage.  Carolyn had her excitement back, and, to her surprise, a willing partner