“What is SHE doing here?” It was a duet. The two businesswomen – both powerful, both accomplished, both used to getting what they wanted exclusively – glared at each other from opposite sides of the conference room.
The Master made no outward sign of his feelings, but secretly he was very pleased. The mutual hostility would add greatly to his experiment. “The two of you,” he said coolly, “are in competition for a certain project of mine. This project will, however, require your two companies to work together. I wish to see if you can do something that will require you to cooperate with each other under highly stressful conditions. Shall we begin?”
With a suspicious glance at each other, the two women turned and gave the Master their full attention.
“Very good. That bag on the floor has a quantity of rope in it. Please extract four pieces – one each of red, yellow, green and blue.” Puzzled, the women opened the bag. They pulled out the ropes, each with colored thread whipping the ends. When the blonde came up with two red pieces, she threw the one she didn’t need back, forcing the redhead to rummage until she found it. After several uncooperative minutes, they each had four pieces of the white rope.
“Find the blue one and hold it in your hand. Drape the others over the chair.” Stepping around his desk, he took the rope from the blonde’s hand and stepped behind her. Deliberately, he pulled her arms back.
“Wha—what are you doing!” she gasped, looking over her shoulder. The redhead smirked.
“I am tying your hands behind your back,” the Master said calmly. “You will see why in a moment. Now you—“he turned to the redhead.
“Wait –“she said.
“Does your company want this contract or not?” he asked. She handed over the rope, and he quickly tied her hands. The two women, their hands tied, looked at him dubiously. This was like no business meeting they had ever engaged in before. The Master opened another bag, this one from an upscale leather accessories shop. From it he produced a custom-made panel gag. He deftly popped the thick plug on the inside into the redhead’s mouth, then buckled the strong elastic strap around her beautiful hair. The soft, smooth leather molded itself to the lower part of her face under her startled eyes.
The Master turned to the blonde. “You’re not putting anything like that into my mouth!”
“Indeed not,” he said as he tied a smooth silk blindfold over her beautiful eyes. Leading her back to the overstuffed chair, he sat her down and tied her ankles and knees firmly together, adding a line from her wrists to her ankles to draw her legs up just slightly. Then he sat the brunette down and tied her limbs in the same manner.
“There,” he said as he stood between the two bound women. “Both of you are bound and helpless. One can see, one can talk. The only way you two are going to get out of this fix is to assist each other. You have an hour. After that time, if you haven’t signed the contract in that lockbox, the job goes to the next two Companies on my list. Good luck!”
“Wait--!” said the blindfolded blonde as the gagged brunette squealed. The Master paid no mind, merely walking out of the office. Outside, he quickened his steps, going directly to the security office.
“What are they doing?” he asked the woman monitoring the closed-circuit TV’s located in the conference room.
“Just squirming for now,” she replied. “Nice show.” Indeed, the two power-suited women were making a nice display, fighting the ropes that bound their shapely bodies. Their elegantly-manicured fingers clawed as they twisted their bound hands behind their backs. The blonde kicked her legs out against the ropes binding them.
After fifteen minutes or so, however, the two sat, still bound, panting in exhaustion and frustration.
“Hey, bitch,” said the blindfolded blonde, “Can you hear me?” The brunette nodded. Something escaped her gag that sounded like, “I’m not a bitch, you bitch.”
“Never mind. That bastard set us up. If we’re going to get out of this, we are going to have to cooperate, like he said. So get down on the floor.” Both women slipped off their chairs and lay on the floor, their legs slightly jacked up.
“Now crawl over to me,” The brunette grunted in the negative. “Look, I can’t see where I’m going, you can. Now come over here.” Awkwardly, with her hands and legs tied, the brunette worked her way across the carpeting of the conference room until she was next to the blonde.
“Great, good. Now let me find your hands,” The blonde wriggled around, using her face to determine what part of the brunette she was pressing against. Discovering a nose, she playfully kissed the other woman on her gagged mouth.
“Whoo,” she giggled. “Now roll towards me a little.” With some difficulty, she found the ropes binding her companion’s hands. Locating the knot with her teeth, she began tugging. Finally, the cords loosened a little, and the brunette was able to get her hands free. First she removed the nasty gag from her mouth, then began untying herself.
“Hey!” said the blonde, lying tied and blindfolded. “Get me loose!”
“You really expect me to help my competitor, when I have her tied up and blindfolded, completely at my mercy?” said the brunette. Standing up, she removed the blindfold from the other woman. Hands on hips, she strutted around her in her high heels as she lay on the floor, still tightly tied. Then, as the blonde fought her bondage furiously, she sauntered over to where the contract lay on the desk.
Instead of taking the paper, however, she picked up a pair of scissors that lay on the blotter. Turning back, she rolled the blond over and quickly cut the cord binding her wrists.
“Fun for a little,” she said as she cut the other woman free, “but you did untie me without insisting on any quid-pro-quo. I owe you that much. Now let’s sign the damn contract.”
“Well done, ladies,” said the Master as he re-entered the suite. Every detail of their struggling and escape had been recorded, and he smiled as he thought about the pleasure he would have reviewing the tapes. Contracts were signed, hands were shaken all around, and one request was made.
“Would you mind, terribly,” the blonde said, “tying me up again—“
“tying US up again—“ added the brunette.
“—and holding us captive for a little while longer?”
“Oh?” smiled the Master. “Why, may I ask?”
“I--we find the concept rather exciting.” The two women smiled at each other.
“Better,” said the Master as he finished re-tying their hands behind their backs. “We have a space in the building done up as a chamber of delicious torments. I will hold you there until I decide you’ve had enough.” Gagging them both, he placed a proprietary hand in the middle of their shapely backs and conducted the two bound captives to their fate.
The End
Copyright 2012 Cynthia Trusscot
20.02.12