Convoluted Knots · Part 1 (1/2)
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Luke was unlike most of his fellow college students. While he studied hard, he also needed his time outdoors, and doing sports. He particularly enjoyed sailing, and rock climbing, and it was not easy to find a college where he could practice both, but he did.
One day Luke got a visit from his dorm buddy Mike. But Mike seemed embarrassed. "Luke, I need to ask you something, but I can't tell you why. With all that sailing and climbing you do, you must be pretty good with knots, right? Do you think you could teach me how to tie a couple of proper knots?"
"Sure, Mike. Just tell me what you need them for, and I will show you the best ones for your needs. So, what'll it be?"
Luke was very surprised to see Mike, who was known as quite a ladies' man, almost tongue-tied.
"I already said I couldn't tell you why, Luke!"
"That's like going to the doctor and expecting a diagnosis without telling him what's wrong, Mike. There are dozens of types of very different knots, just among the ones I know, and hundreds more that I don't know. Some are made to be very strong, other are slipknots, the very opposite. It also depends what type of rope you are using and other factors. So what's keeping you from telling me what it's all about?"
"Well, frankly, it's embarrassing, Luke. And it's not only me, it involves someone else."
"Aha, someone else? Knowing you, a lady, no doubt! What would courting a lady have to do with tying knots? You know that that expression for marriage is a metaphor, right?"
"Look, Luke, I just can't seem to talk about it. Let's do this: why don't I ask her to meet you and tell you about it herself? Her name is Joanna. Can I give her your phone number?"
"Sure, Mike!"
Just a few minutes later, Luke's phone rang, and a feminine voice introduced herself as Joanna. She didn't waste time telling him what it was about. It was sex. She liked sex tied up, and was into Mike. Except, when she mentioned it to him, he said he saw no objection, he could even be interested, except he had no idea how to tie up a girl. So she suggested he ask someone who knew ropes and knots, and was a friend who would understand. That is what led to the failed conversation, and now she had to ask Luke, would he teach Mike to tie her up? Actually, she was a fairly good sailor, so she knew about knots herself, but teaching her boyfriend what to do to her was not what she was into. She wanted something done to her without her own help.
"Look Joanna, I have to say, I have no experience. I could probably do it, but first you'd have to convince me that it is not a crazy joke, or something illegal…"
"Fair point, Luke, we don't know each other. Let me send you a couple of pics of myself in bondage, that way you can not only I am for real! I'll send you my number as well, so that you can call me back"
Within minutes, a more than puzzled Luke got a couple of pictures on his cellphone. In one, a girl in only her underwear, standing with her back to a post somewhere out in the open, and kept there by handcuffs that linked her wrists behind her back and around the post. A blindfold and gag, completed the scene. In the other, the same girl, or so it seemed, was tied on the floor, hands and elbows tightly together in her back, legs tied at ankles and knees. Again, a blindfold and gag.
Now Luke was not a completely foreign to the fact that some people played bondage games to spice up their sex life. He had just never considered it for himself, nor had any of his partners requested or suggested it.
He called Joanna back. What exactly did she have in mind?
"Well, my "thing" is a scene called "damsel in distress". I am completely helpless, and anything may happen. Could you do that to me?"
"Sure I could, if I tied you up, you wouldn't be getting free on your own. Question is, what if something unexpected happens? Which is why the tying up is not for real, I guess…"
"No, you're wrong, it must be totally inescapable, or else it is no fun. Besides, nothing can happen, because you know your ropes, and Mike will be there."
"Totally inescapable? It seems to me you already achieved that with handcuffs, haven't you? People can't get out of handcuffs, and I am sure Mike can put them on you even without experience. Why, I am sure you could do that yourself, so why the need for knots?"
"Well, I would like to live out one of my fantasies, and be tied up to the mast of a sailing boat. I own one so that is not an issue, but it is the tying up that has held us back so far. You see, I need not only to be tied up for real, but, for my fantasy to play out at full bore, I need to know and feel that there is no way I can get free. Yet Mike needs to be able to release me eventually, and it should be done carefully so that the ropes don't cut off circulation, even if I am kept tied up for hours."
"OK, I give up, I'll stop guessing, just tell me what you want."
"What I have in mind is this. I am cruising alone on board the boat. As there are some waves, I have donned my waterproof overall, and that is when out of nowhere, someone, a strong guy, manages to board the boat without my noticing, and ties me to the mast, blindfolds me and gags me. Then just as mysteriously as he got on, he gets off board, leaving me helpless on the wayward boat. Then at some point, Mike takes command, of course."
"Wow! And you want this to be totally realistic? OK, then I guess I can do it. Just let me know when you intend to go out sailing, and I will do the rest. Just, so that there is no mistake, I don't want to use violence against you. Once you are in the agreed area, you will blindfold and gag yourself, and you will stand with your back to the mast like that. That way I can take a picture of you and exonerate myself, should this be some kind of sick trap. Deal?"
"Deal! But what about Mike? Will he be with you?"
"According to your desire, you will be a damsel in distress. Those don't get to ask too many questions, right?"
Joanna was about to argue and press her point, but thought better of it. Luke was right. She would be in no position to force answers out of him. So she kept her mouth shut and soon ended the conversation.
A couple of weeks later, she called Luke and asked if the next Saturday afternoon would be convenient. The weather forecast was middling. No storm of course, but no risk of too little wind either, and possibly some rain, so her wearing her waterproof overall would only look natural. As soon as Joanna put the phone down from talking to Luke, she realized she already had butterflies in her stomach. It was always like that. A session started not when the action began but when an agreement was reached and a date, time and place set.
So it was with some trepidation that she set foot on her boat, and, after preparations, sailed her out of the marina. Soon she was out in the open sea, and she rolled with the long waves. At that point Joanna felt ready. She tied the wheel down so that the boat wouldn't need steering, and went down to her cabin to change. Putting on first a full wet suit, with neoprene booties and gloves, because it might easily get cold if she had to endure bondage for a prolonged period, then donning over it a rain-proof overall, which was a thrill, because it activated two of Joanna' fetishes. One was enclosure and the other one plastic. So, quickly, she jumped into boots.
She had chosen chest-high waders, not that they were needed on a boat, but they just felt so intense rubbing on her overalls and her wet suit. Then gloves completed her sailing outfit, and she rose back to the deck, with the agreed gag and blindfold in hand.
She checked that the sails were set properly, and that, with the wheel tied down the way it was, the boat was on a fairly steady course that wouldn't require a skipper, and moved to the mast. Feeling both very vulnerable, and somewhat foolish, she grabbed her gag, inserted the rubber ball in her mouth, and strapped it fairly tightly. It wasn't maximum strength, because she didn't know how long she would be left that way. Last step, she slipped her blindfold around her eyes, and strapped it in place. She then placed her hands, as agreed, in her back around the mast, and began to wonder how long she would have to wait in that position.
The answer was: not at all. As soon as she put her gloved wrists behind her, they were grabbed by strong hands, and before she could get over her surprise and fright, tight ropes encircled them. On instinct, even though this had been agreed to, she fought back, and tried to pull herself free. But her captor knew what he was doing: her wrists had been crossed and tied, and the ropes cinched. She knew there and then that she wouldn't be able to pull free. But before she recovered from that first onslaught, she felt ropes encircle her elbows, and soon they also were tied tightly behind her, and, this time, also to the mast, to which they welded her torso. Joanna fought back, or tried to.
But with her arms tightly tied behind her, there was very little she could do, except pull on her legs to try and break free. Except her heavy gear and ungainly boots didn't exactly help, nor did the gag and blindfold that prevented her from easy breathing and from seeing who was do this to her.
Joanna was in shock. She had expected some kind of wait, and an almost friendly Luke to materialize and gently but hopefully firmly tie her up. This was not what she was getting, and she resisted what to her was a genuine aggression. But she was already far too restrained to be able to achieve anything except exert and exhaust herself, and it didn't feel like she was having any impact at all on her attacker. He had grabbed both her knees and slipped a rope around them just below the joint, severely limiting her ability to kick and pull. Almost instantly he tightened the rope, joining her knees inexorably together. She could feel the multiple turns of the ropes circle her limbs, then a couple of cinches.
Even if her arms hadn't been similarly restrained, she was going nowhere. Another rope was soon applied just above her knees, but this one also around the mast, and her legs were now one with it, except her feet, which could still move a few inches. But the relentless attacker took care of that as soon as he was finished with the knees, except he didn't tie her booted ankles together, as she expected. Each ankle was tied to each side of the mast, and cinched there. Obviously he was now done, and Joanna was beginning to relax. After all, Luke was giving her a great thrill.
But it seemed he wasn't done yet. Joanna felt a rope going behind her neck and across her shoulders, then under her armpits, behind the mast and gradually snaking down her torso, welding it to the mast. This harness went down the whole length of her body at some 8 inch intervals, making any movement impossible. Her attacker was taking great pains to make her bindings as thorough as possible. First each ring went around her body, then not just around the mast, but looped around it, then cinched between mast and body, the cinch increasing the tightness, then a vertical cinch with the previous loop, and so on down to her feet. Just as she thought that, having done her entire body, he had to be finished, he started upwards again, but this time also looping her arms into the harness, and cinching both harnesses to each other.
Joanna had never imagined getting tied up as tightly as this. Thanks to her thick clothing, it wasn't painful, nor was there any risk to her circulation, but she was immobilized to a fault. The only parts of her body she could still move were her fingers and her head. Sensing that, her attacker first took what Joanna understood to be sticky tape and gradually bound her hands and fingers into useless fists. No more fingers which could be used to untie knots. He then placed a posture collar around her neck, forcing her head high and immobile. Then forced the wet suit hood on her head on top of the blindfold and gag, ensuring that she couldn't rub them off.
Then he took the hood of her overalls and, similarly, raised it before tightening the drawstring that closed it around her face The final touch was to tie a string to a d-ring on top of her hood, which normally was used to hang the overalls to let them dry, to the mast, removing any possibility she would have had to move her head. The two hoods also removed any possibility for her to rub her blindfold and/or her gag off her face. She was now 100% immobile. Not only tied up, and tied down, but reduced to total passivity.
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