A company called “Liberation"

When Pete emerged from the shower I was waiting for him and I had changed. His look was the same lecherous look he had given me when he opened his hotel room door. That was no doubt because I was wearing a short leather skirt and a tight white top which showed I wasn’t wearing a bra.

He ignored the fact that he was naked and instead looked at me questioningly and I said; ‘we have a few hours to kill before lunch, I thought we could play a game.’

‘What did you have in mind?’

‘How about a game of jeopardy?’

‘What do you mean?’ he asked.

‘Each of us takes a turn at tying the other up and if that person can’t get loose in say 30 minutes the other person can do what they like to them later?’

‘What happens if the person does get free?’ I pretended to think about it; ‘well that person wins the right to do what they like to the other.’

‘Sounds good’, he said; ‘I’ll go and get dressed’. ‘No need’, I said handing him some clothes. He shook his head but dressed in an outfit identical to mine. His cock was already firm and without the benefit of panties his skirt was tented by his erection, leaving no doubt that he was enjoying this.

‘Only fair that we have the same number of clothes’, I said before adding; ‘you can go first’.

I know what you readers are thinking; I was mad to allow him to tie me up. What would stop him leaving? Well the fact that every door had a keycode lock, all windows were locked and the only phone was locked away in a safe! And anyway I enjoy switching occasionally – who doesn’t!

Inevitably he led me to the dungeon; after all he didn’t know what other delights the house had to offer … yet!

He collected several hanks of soft rope from a hook and he tried his best but the result was amateurish to say the least. He made me lie on the rubber floor and at least he added a hog-tie which provided a bit of restriction but even that was a bit loose. ‘Is that the best you can do?’ I goaded.

He looked around the dungeon and selected a bit gag and a helmet. The helmet reduced my vision but getting free was a matter of feel, not being able to see, so I wasn’t worried. The bit gag was large and when he buckled it tightly in place it pulled cruelly on the corners of my mouth.

I heard him set the timer as we had agreed but I hadn’t expected him to start playing with my private parts whilst I tried to get free. He wasn’t experienced in giving a woman an orgasm this way, however the combination of his clumsy efforts, the bondage and the staining I was doing to get free brought me to the first of several climaxes. I was enjoying this!

Eventually I got my wrists free and the rest was easy. As I removed the gag and unzipped the helmet I looked over at the timer; 28 minutes – not bad!

‘Nice try. Now it’s your turn.’ I said breathing heavily.

I used the same rope he had used on me only I tied his wrists together behind his back forcing them upwards towards his neck. This position, the reverse prayer, is painful after a while, but I didn’t care.

I spun a web of rope around his chest and arms to bind everything in place and then started on his legs. I bent each leg and tied the ankle to the thigh and then roped the two legs together.

The helmet he had used on me went over his head and then I gagged him. I used a ball gag which was twice as large as the bit gag he had used on me. It would hurt; but again not my problem.

‘Time starts now’, I said and picked up an electrostatic wand. As he struggled I applied electric shocks to his nipples, balls and the head of his cock.

He had no chance of getting free in a month of Sundays – I know what I am doing when it comes to ropes. On the other hand like me he experienced an orgasm and soon he was lying in a pool of semen.

When the timer went off I untied him; ‘you lost both times’, I said with a smile. He was too exhausted to reply.

I looked at my watch. ‘My colleague will be arriving shortly to prepare our lunch so you need to act like a kidnap victim as we agreed.’

I took him to his bedroom and made him change into another orange jumpsuit. I then tied him to the bed with rope so that he was staked out and gagged him with a knotted scarf. He looked at me with concern in his eyes so I reassured him; ‘just in case she happens to look in the room.’