I’m not sure how I got into this situation. Well, actually, that’s not true. I know exactly how it happened. Now I have to figure out how to get out.It all started when I began talking with Jerry Lone on Deviant Art. He really liked my stories, especially my reaching scenes. Eventually, we agreed to meet up, so he could put me in a reaching scene of my own.I showed up at the warehouse in a pink top, short jean shorts, and my favorite pair of flip flops. My fingernails were unpainted, but my toenails had a perfect French pedicure. I was carrying my favorite red purse, and of course, my trusty cell phone. It wasn’t the warmest day, but I knew that Jerry couldn’t resist to tie up a woman with cute legs and feet. So, the short jean shorts would show off my legs, while the flip-flops would show off my cute feet and newly-pedicured toes. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist, and I was right!
Jerry walked in through the front door and, after we exchanged greetings, he started to work on me. It was an eye-opening experience, to be sure.The motivation for this all had been a recent story I did with him about his friend Tiffany, where she was put in a situation where she could not reach her cell phone with her toes. After telling Jerry how much I admired his work, I asked him to tie me in the exact same fashion. I couldn’t believe that he could tie someone that tightly. That, and I am VERY talented with my toes; I have frequently picked up things with them, including my trusty cell phone. My guess was that, despite his best efforts, I could still reach it and dial his number. So, I dared him to try his best.So, as I stood up against the pole, he first wrapped my ankles together. Then, he wrapped my upper torso to the pole; finally, he tied my hands behind me, so that they were crossed behind me. Then, to aid me in my future efforts, he slowly slipped off each of my flip flops, giving my feet the freedom to move as I wished. He placed my cell phone on the ground a couple of feet in front of me, and dialed his own cell phone. The challenge was simple - if I could reach the cell phone and hit the “Send” button with my toes, I would be freed. With that, he walked away, through a side door.As I stood, the thoughts came over me like raindrops; quickly, and I was overcome by them. First, I realized that he had tied me quite tightly. It was difficult for me to slide up and down the pole. Now, I knew from the last story, that there was a bracket on the back of the pole. As I just started to slide down a bit, the ropes ran right into the bracket, stopping my progress. Frustrated in my lack of movement, I decided to focus my attention on my precious cell phone.I started to slide my feet out, bit by bit, as I stretched my legs. Instantly, I could feel the strain in the muscles of both legs; this was much tougher than I thought! I looked on with a bit of fear, as I realized that Jerry had measured things perfectly. The cell phone sat there, just inches beyond my outstretched toes. I tried pushing my legs out further, hoping that my toes could make up the remaining distance. It was a very slow process, and I could feel the strain in my feet and toes as they struggled with such effort. My toes were spread slightly, straining forward with all their might. The distance between the tips of my toes and the cell phone was less than a quarter inch…I could almost feel it with my big toes, but it was BARELY too far away. I let out a little cry, grunting and groaning with the effort, but it was of no use. The cell phone that I had in my grasp so many times previously now barely evaded me, mocking me from just beyond the tips of my outstretched toes.
I tried to move my feet a bit closer; with quite a bit of effort, straining and struggling, my feet were hovering over the cell phone. I was straining with all my might, my legs stretched to their limits. As the sweat poured down my brow, I realized I would never reach it, and that Jerry did in fact make for a tight tie.After about a half hour, Jerry walked back in with a big smile on his face, watching as I struggled in vain to get my cell phone with my toes. “Satisfied?” he asked, with a grin. “Well, wait, I was really close; you may have won, but I was only a millimeter or two away.” Jerry looked at me, with a questioning expression. “So, are you saying that if your trusty cell phone was, let’s say, two or three inches closer, you would have gotten it?”“Absolutely!” I responded. “Not a doubt - my talented toes would have been all over it!”“Ok, fine,” said Jerry, and his smile got even wider. Bending down, he picked up another section of rope, and proceeded to tie my toes together, then connecting them to my ankles. Thus, not only was my upper torso tied to the pole, but my toes were more limited in their mobility as well. Then, he pushed the cell phone about two inches closer. “Ok dear, have at it!” he said, and he started laughing even more. “I’ll be back in a half hour to check on you!” With that, he walked out of the room.
“Wait, this isn’t what I meant!” I yelled, adding “I HATE having my toes tied!” But, he was already gone. I stretched out my legs, and became more hopeful when I saw my soles slowly moving over the cell phone. But, there was another problem; I was stretched out to my limit, really straining, my legs fully stretched out. However, because of the way my toes were tied, I couldn’t get them down far enough to touch the keypad on the cell phone. Struggle and strain as I might, I couldn’t quite get it, and it sat less than an inch below my struggling feet and toes. My feet were really doing a lot of work, as were my legs, trying to make up what little difference their remained. It was even more frustrating than the first time, in that the cell phone was closer, sitting there, just waiting for me to dial it with my talented toes. I was really struggling, gritting my teeth and straining with all my might, but it wasn’t working. I let out a big sigh, and said “Here I go again…”
About a half hour later, Jerry walked back in, this time with even a bigger smile on his face. “Now now honey, have we learned our lesson?” heasked, suppressing a laugh. “Of course - never challenge Jerry to a tying contest!” I responded, and I couldn’t keep myself from laughing.
Story by : reacherfan
Illustrations by : SirJerryLone
