Glamour bondage by Uncle M

Hi all - this is a bit of a new thing.  I wrote a story over at another site with sirjerrylone, a fantastic artist, doing the illustrations.  The story below is the result of our collaboration, and the links point to his illustrations.  I’m re-posting it with the permission of both sirjerrylone and Uncle M.  Hope you like it!  And, who knows…if I’m a very lucky girl, maybe Uncle M will work this scene into one of the next shoots…

Tiffany had known that today was not going to be like any other day. In fact, she had known it since yesterday, when Sir Jerry Lone had called her about the photo shoot. After the last time, when she was left tied to Miho at the beach, Tiffany had told herself that she would never fall for another of Sir Jerry’s tricks. But, as she knew all too well, Sir Jerry had a way with words. After some small talk, he had asked her if she wanted to do a shoot at an old warehouse; it had a darker environment, and, he thought, would make for a perfect background. Although hesitant, Tiffany loved the idea of being the star of the shoot, so she responded with an enthusiastic “Yes!”

Now, as Tiffany stood, her upper torso tied tightly to a support post in the warehouse, with her ankles tightly tied together, and her hands tied across behind her, she questioned how things had turned so wrong. It was all a misunderstanding, but one that left Tiffany helplessly bound.

As she walked into the warehouse that morning, she felt confident, if not a little cocky. She was looking quite cute, if she thought so herself, in a red t-shirt, jean Daisy Duke shorts and cute brown flip-flops. She had had a manicure and pedicure done the day before, and her toenails and fingernails were a deep red. She was, she thought, looking rather spectacular. She started to Sir Jerry’s number on her cell phone, as he was running a bit late, when he came walking into the warehouse. “Come on Tiffany,” he said, with a big smile. “Sorry that I’m late, let’s get started.” Tiffany put down her cell phone on top of her brown leather purse and was ready to start the day.

The shoot had started out well enough – Sir Jerry thought that some shots with her tied to a load-bearing post would look great. The post was round and a dark green; it felt smooth against Tiffany’s skin as she stood against it. Sir Jerry started by wrapping the rope around her upper torso, down to her waist, with her hands behind her back. Then, he took another piece of rope, and tied her hands crossed behind her back, for an extra measure of tightness. Finally, he took one last piece of rope and wrapped it around her ankles.

As Sir Jerry finished up the tying, Tiffany was struck by how tight it all was. “Wow, I can hardly move an inch,” she stated, with a smirk.” “Well, that’s kind of the idea – I left your legs a little more free, so that you don’t feel trapped,” he said, with a little bit of a laugh. “Of course, you’ll still feel kind of trapped…” and he trailed off with even more of a laugh.

Then, Sir Jerry’s phone rang. “Hello?” he asked, answering it. “Oh my goodness…ok, I’ll be right there.” Tiffany looked up with a bit of concern. “Don’t worry, I just got a call from my neighbor that I left a window open at home; it may rain today, I’m going to head out and close it. Be right back!” Tiffany could hardly suppress her shock, and before she could get a word out, Sir Jerry was out the door, and she heard his car pull out.

“Wait, wait, where are you going!” she exclaimed, as the shock wore off a bit. With a groan, Tiffany slowly came to realize her situation. Sir Jerry had forgotten about her! She was tied, in the middle of a warehouse, with no way to get out. She started to struggle against the ropes, hoping that she could loosen them, but her first instinct had been correct – Sir Jerry had left no room for her to get herself untied. She was completely reliant on him, and unfortunately, he was on his way to his house. Who knew how long that would take? Tiffany was frustrated and just wanted to leave.

Her eyes scanned the warehouse, looking for any signs of life, or, at least a way she could get her way out of this. As she did, her eyes fell upon a familiar site; it was her cell phone, lying on top of her purse, a ouple of feet away on the ground. Focusing on it, she remembered that she had dial Sir Jerry’s phone number, but never hit the “Send” button. Focusing in on the cell phone, she realized that her memory had been correct; the display screen showed Sir Jerry’s phone number. All she would have to do was hit “Send,” and she could summon him back to her.

Of course, this was far easier said than done. She was tied securely to the pole, and more so, her hands were tied crossed behind her. What could she do? Then, it came to her; although her feet were tied together at the ankles, her legs had been left free. If she could reach the cell phone with her feet, and hit the “Send” button with her toes, she could call for help. She slipped off her flip flops so she could better work her toes, and started out the effort.

Tiffany carefully stretched out her legs towards the cell phone. She groaned and grunted as she strained out for it. As she stretched, the muscles in her legs tightened, and her toes spread out slightly. Unfortunately, she found that it was JUST barely out of reach; the distance between her toes and her cell phone was no more than a couple of inches.

Tiffany tried to slide down a bit, and tried stretching out her legs even more. Just as she thought she was making progress, she hit a snag, so to speak. Looking behind her, she saw a bracket protruding from the side of the pole. Try as she might to get the ropes over the bracket, it wasn’t working.  She groaned and let out a small yell as she tried to slide down further, but she couldn’t make any more progress. She wouldn’t be able to slide down any more - her feet would have to do the work.

Summoning more strength from deep within her, Tiffany tried stretching out even further, trying to will her legs a little bit longer. The ropes that bound her were a bit coarse, and grated on her bare skin. She could feel the strain in the tops of her shoulders and the small of her back. Her shorts were short enough that she could see the muscles standing out in her quads and calf muscles.  She was straining out as much as she could, stretching with all her might, but the cell phone remained barely a quarter inch away.

“Must…reach…my…trusty…cell…phone,” she thought, with an ounce of dread. “Must…call…Sir…Jerry!” she gritted through her teeth, adding “But…just…beyond…my…toes…grasp!” Her eyes were wide as she exerted more and more effort. The frustration came over her quickly; all she needed to do was hit that stupid “Send” button, and help would be on its way. Despite this, her toes hovered less than an inch away. The light shined off the cell phone, only increasing her frustration more.

I would like to say that Tiffany was able to reach her cell phone and call for help. But, despite her best efforts, she was not. She was still straining to reach it when Sir Jerry returned. Despite the frustration of the situation, the two had a good laugh about it, and they promised to do the bondage thing again some other time.