Chapter Two

Meeting

Sandy was, as usual, late for work, but since she was a volunteer and her family was a consistently top-drawer contributor of needed cash gifts to the museum, no one said anything to her. It had been a monumentally exhausting night for her. The moment she came home from work, checked her phone messages and made a quick salad for her dinner, Sandy plunged into her other world. The featured paraphernalia of the evening was a long coil of hemp rope that she ordered on line and was anxious to try out. Using the illustrations from a book she often read and studied, Sandy arranged all of the gear she would need, took a quick shower and began the ritual binding that would, if it worked out, encompass her entire naked body and secure her for the night. With each loop around her body, each knot tied just so, she used the doubled length of rope to create a body-enveloping net of coarse hemp. She discovered that although the book was not written for self-bondage practitioners, it did not point out that once she had wrapped her upper torso in a symmetrical pattern of rope, it would be extremely difficult to bend enough to extend the rope enclosure to below her waist. After multiple attempts to proceed further, Sandy painstakingly removed the torso rope and started once again, this time beginning with her ankles and working upward, encircling her shins and calves, then her knees, then her narrow thighs. When she got to her crotch, she again studied the book's instruction, threading the doubled rope through her legs and bringing it up the buttock divide, then wrapping it around her waist and again taking the double strands between her legs. She carefully separated the four ropes so that two were snugly inside her pussy and the other two on the outside of her lips, making a stimulating and symmetrical pattern before she finished that segment behind her back, leaving a special slip proof loop for her hands later.

Sandy then decided that perhaps a couple of self starting dildoes might help, so she hopped over to her dresser, selected two from the many in her drawers and lubricated them to her satisfaction. At times in her erotic self-disciplined life, Sandy purposely avoided using lubricants on the objects she used to penetrate her own cunt and ass. Her rationale for electing this often painful alternative was to simulate being raped by parties she imagined in her dreams or fantasies. But, in this case, she used the chosen assist from something called SlipperySlip, and thus the two automated dongs went in easily, bypassing the tight rope barriers she had already erected. Once inside, they settled in, giving her an occasional jolt on a random schedule that she was pretty sure would last, because of the recently charged batteries, intermittently, all night.

The binding of her upper torso took longer and she struggled to set the various rope segments so that she would later be able to slip her arms into them and have the ropes draw tight, holding her captive in the most pleasant fashion. As the rope patterns rose up to her chest, Sandy again consulted the book's text, seeking the options offered, based on the size of one's breasts and how much tension the subject would/could withstand. She chose the most extreme, which involved a series of rope loops around her chest, above and below he