A Friend in Need · Part 1

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I had known Pete since school days. We had been best friends most of that time with only the occasional argument. I had seen less of him since he got married but the friendship was too old to allow even such a radical change in life style to destroy it. I had met his wife, of course, both while they were courting, at the wedding and several times since. I have to say I am quite envious of him. Anne is a real beauty, demure, almost shy in company, but obviously devoted to him. I am not married, through choice I might add. I have concentrated on my career and only indulged in holiday flings or casual sex. I’m happy enough with my lot. I may have fantasised about getting Anne between the sheets, so to speak but I would not dream of doing such a thing in reality. Good friends are hard to come by.

The phone call came as a big surprise. It was Saturday evening and I was just settling down to watch a film. Pete sounded a little agitated.

“I need you to do me a favour.” He said.

“Anything,” I answered quickly, “As long as it’s legal.” I joked.

“I need you to go over to our house and make sure Anne is all right.”

“Why shouldn’t she be?” I asked, intruiged.

“I just popped out for a video and I have been in a traffic accident, nothing serious, but I'm stuck at the Hospital. She’ll be quite worried by now.” He seemed genuinely concerned.

“Can’t you just ring her?” It seemed obvious to me.

“She can’t get to the phone right now.” He said with what seemed like a tinge of embarrassment.

“I don’t understand,” I said truthfully.

“I can’t spell it out for you, I’m in a public waiting room.” He said agitatedly, “She needs some help and I am not in a position to provide it.”

I considered the statement. I knew that he used to play around with bondage but naturally I could not be sure if this was the problem.

“So she’s a little tied up at the moment?” I ventured.

“Exactly” he confirmed, “I was only intending to pop out for five minutes but that was over an hour ago.”

“So what do you want me to do? Break down the door? After all she won’t be able to let me in either.”

“No, you will have to get the key from the glass house,” he instructed, “under the third Geranium.”

“One more thing,” I said trying to sound as serious as possible. “How much help do I give her?” I was already getting aroused, just in anticipation of what I would find. It would take all of my self control, and then some, not to take advantage of the situation. There was a long pause.

“It looks like I could be here for some time yet. It depends on her. I won’t hold anything against you.”

I took all this at face value, why shouldn’t I? It was a little bizarre, but not implausible. I drove carefully to make sure that I did not join Pete in A&E. The house looked innocent enough. There was no car on the drive, naturally, a light on down stairs and several upstairs. I decided to park on the road, in case Pete got back before I had finished. I found the key, as instructed and opened the door.

“Pete, where have you been?” The voice sounded desperate. It came from behind the door to my left. I paused. Do I call out? Do I just enter and scare the life out of her? Neither sounded promising.

“It’s Paul, Pete has been delayed,” I called out and opened the door quickly.

“Paul?” She gasped, “where’s Pete?

“Some one shunted the car and he’s at the hospital. He says he’s all right though,” I added quickly.

I considered the scene before me. Anne was completely immobile, knelt precariously on a foot stool, supported by the ropes that bound her. She was bent double, her head virtually touching the stool, her ass high in the air. At first I thought she was clothed but closer examination showed it to be an intricate web of ropes encasing her upper body. Her hands were held tightly to her back.

“He said I was to check you were all right,.” I explained, “and to offer any help you may require.” I added carefully. “Can I help you?” I said in a voice that would have done Grace Brothers proud.

“You could get some of these bloody ropes off me,” She snapped.

“Is that what you really want?” I ventured. “I have been given complete freedom to service you as you wish,” I continued in my best shopkeeper’s voice. I decided that a closer inspection was in order and circled around behind her. Despite desperately craning her neck she could now no longer see me. I on the other hand had a splendid view. Her ankles were crossed and tied allowing her knees to spread out and give her a modicum of stability, it also gave me access to her most personal region. which was very moist.

“I might suggest that madam has a more urgent need,” I continued. I ventured a finger inside and she gasped and wiggled responsively. I rewarded this with a smart smack to her quivering backside.

“Naughty,” I chided, “You were not very honest with me.”

“Well what do you expect,” she moaned, “ I’ve been stuck like this for over an hour.”

“So what do you want?” I asked more sternly.

There was a prolonged pause.

“I want sex,” she confessed, “I need to cum!”

“That’s more like it,” I commended her, “but you will have to pay for your earlier deception.”

She struggled ineffectively against the ropes that had held her for so long. I watched dispassionately while considering my next move. She was a little too high up for me to enter her comfortably and besides I wished to examine her front which was inaccessible with her bent over as she was. A change of position was in order.

“One thing,” she spoke with more confidence than I would have expected, “I wish to be blindfolded and you are not to speak to me.”

I considered this for a moment. It would complicate things, but not impossibly. With her blindfolded she would have less chance to escape even if I freed her legs completely, but I would have to guide her into any new position.

“Agreed,” I said, “but if I cannot speak, you may not also.”

“You will find an appropriate device on the settee,” she answered, “along with a blindfold.”

I suppose that I should have smelt a rat at this point, but I was so taken with the idea of having my wicked way with a beautiful bound woman that I just accepted the convenience as part of their normal activities. On the settee was a leather gag, a sleep mask for a blindfold and several more coils of rope to bind her as I wished. She opened her mouth for the gag and kept perfectly still while I tied it off and secured the blindfold as well.

I now made a closer inspection of the ropes that held her. There was a type of noose around her neck running under the stool and secured to her ankles keeping her head down. The pressure was on the back of her neck so there was no chance of suffocation, I released the end of it but she stayed exactly where she was as without her sight she was not sure what I was doing. I gently lifted the noose over her head so that she could feel it’s release. She now sat up on her haunches revealing her chest for the first time. The lattice work of ropes hugged her curves making little diamond shapes all over her.

She had small firm breasts and surprisingly large nipples which were standing proudly encouraged by the pressure of ropes around them. I could not resist the temptation to rub my thumbs over them. She let out a moan despite the gag. I closed my mouth over the left hand tit and sucked, causing her to writhe so that I had to hold her to stop her falling off the stool.

When I had finished I reached down between her legs to find it even more moist that before. I ventured a finger inside and she seemed to jump despite still being held onto the stool. I withdrew and stood back to watch her swaying precariously. She was truly a wonder to behold, her long black hair, tied into a pony tail brushing back and forth across her back as she moved her head from side to side trying to work out where I was. I circled back round behind her and put one arm either side to enable me to jiggle her breasts while keeping her upright. She shook her head in protest but no sound was made.

From behind I could see that her wrists were tied separately from the intricate rope work over her torso. The lattice must have been put in place before her hands were secured. I wondered how long it took to tie such a harness and what tensions must grow during these preparations. Her wrists were crossed with several turns around each of them with more rope encircling her upper arms, she was not going to escape from such expert bondage. I encouraged her to raise her bottom off her ankles and gave her a few moments to steady herself. I now set about releasing her from the stool, untying her ankles and the remaining ropes that ran down from her.

I uncrossed her ankles so that she knew she was free and helped her sit astride the stool. I then let her rest, stretching her legs and straightening her back to remove the kinks that must have set in while she was held bent for so long. I busied myself tidying up the ropes that I had removed and coiling them like the ones I had seen on the settee. Once finished I returned to my captive. She looked quite regal, her legs parted either side of the stool and her back straight. She would not know what was to come and must be feeling more than a little apprehensive I decided, I would let her wait.

To be honest I did not know what to do next. I am not experienced with bondage and despite having spent many hours on the Internet looking at other people’s examples I had never actually tied any one or had any live experiences. This was my first time and I was quite frankly out of my depth. I could lay her back on the stool and fuck her brains out which would satisfy me but not her, or I could experiment with her. This was an opportunity not to be treated lightly and may never happen again. I wanted to prolong things, have fun, and maybe give her something new to talk about when Pete eventually returned. I suppose it was almost arrogance that I could do something new, but this was what I was thinking. I noticed she was not wearing a crupper so decided that this was a place to start.

To accomplish my task I needed her to be standing. This silence business was getting to be a nuisance, still it just meant things would take a little longer. I lifted her right leg over the stool so that she was sitting more conventionally with both legs on the same side, I then grabbed each shoulder and encouraged her to stand. She understood immediately and stood placidly, legs together. This was not right so I reached down and pushed my hand between her legs tugging to one side. She now stood in a classic ‘at ease’ position, hands behind her back and legs comfortably apart.

I fetched a coil of rope and allowed it to unravel, found the middle and pushed it through one of the diamond openings near her belly forming a loop through which I could drop the remainder of my piece and tighten to hold in place. I could see puzzlement on her face but she was not struggling, yet. I gauged roughly the position of her vagina from the loop I had made and tied the two ends to make a bulky knot.

Letting the rope drop to the ground I went behind her and reached through her legs. At this point she realised what I was doing and seemed to want to say something, but the gag and the rules would not permit her to do so. I pulled the rope through and made her wince as the knot found it’s mark, I then secured the other end to her wrist tie. I noticed her cock her head questioningly. Her wrists had little or no slack between them and her back which would not suit my purpose, so I found the right rope and loosened it. She could now move her hands up and down about three to six inches. I now adjusted the tension of the crupper so that by raising her hands she could move the knot inside her.

I allowed her a couple of tugs before cruelly knocking her legs from under her and bowling her onto the floor. I took most of her weight so that she would not hurt herself, but the surprise produced an audible complaint, despite the gag. I quickly rolled her onto her front and grabbed some rope. Her ankles were tied together, and I added two more ties at her knees and thighs for good measure. I then stood back to watch the show.

She lay motionless for a while, trying to decide whether I had finished. Flexing her arms she moved the crupper and tried to get some stimulation from it. I was pretty confident that she could not succeed in reaching orgasm and started to undress while enjoying watching her struggles. Her whole body was making a serpentine motion as she vainly tried to reach satisfaction. I was going to need some relief myself soon and had decided that her m

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