The Game
by Rainbow Golding
The Game by Rainbow Golding
My name is Rainbow Golding. Below is my story, The Game. I would welcome feedback from yourself and readers to this e-mail address.
The Game
Suburbia is a dreadfully dull place. Megan Kellis made it a little less so. The new next-door neighbour, who was so beautiful it physically hurt to look at her. Of course, I couldn’t stop doing so. I had been living on the same street for five years now, ever since completing my doctorate at the Uni. I hooked a nice steady, post-doc job, and work was progressing nicely. Of course, as is always the way, there was something missing. I hoped that Megan might fill this mysterious void. She had moved in last week, and this was the first time I had seen her in the back garden.
“Hello” I ventured, tentatively.
“Hi there! I guess you’re my new neighbour. My name’s Megan, Megan Kellis.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Jeremy Sentman.” We shook hands over the low privet.
It was only then that I had a true chance to gaze upon her. She was perfect, and I felt a smile draw lightly across my face when I realized that this vision of beauty was going to be living next-door. She had a slightly rounded face, which I always find compelling, and luscious brown eyes that were perfectly spaced either side of a graceful nose. Her hair was dark brown, and cascading nicely onto her shoulders. Her body was equally sublime. Even in the green t-shirt and torn jeans she was wearing that day, her features were easily recognisable - ample breasts that would catch the eye of any red blooded man, and she also had a slim, athletic form.
“Don’t you want to come round for a drink?” she quizzed me, smiling incongruously. Bloody hell yes I thought;
“Oh please, that would be nice.”
In her well-decorated living room, we sat down, and talked for a while, putting the world to rights. In the background some ludicrous detective crap was blurting out of the idiot box.
“So what exactly do you do, Dr. Jeremy?”
“Well, it’s nothing that interesting, I can assure you.”
“Oh come on Jeremy, everything a man like you does is interesting, particularly to the ladies!”
“Come off it Megan!” I have never really considered myself overly handsome. Perhaps, in a fashion analogous to Megan, I underestimated my own attractiveness. After all, there was no real need for a woman of her class to flirt so outrageously.
“Oh this is ridiculous Jeremy!” Megan yelped - pointing at the TV screen.
“What is Megan?”
“This kidnap bull. She could get out easily!”
The idiot box programme had reached some kidnap scene. A young, attractive woman was being restrained by a gang of thugs – so the usual thing there then. As per usual, her ‘bonds’ were ridiculously flimsy, and her pathetic cleave gag not up to much. Megan was right, this was total bull.
“Come on Megan, I’m sure it’s not that important. Anyway, I don’t know if she could escape that easily!”
“Sure she could. I bet I could escape from a lot more than that!”
“Really.” I paused, “Care to try you luck with that claim?”
She grinned slightly, looking a little unsure, but too eager to refuse.
“Sure. I bet I could escape from any ropes you tie me up in!”
“Right Megan, we’ll make a game of it.”
“Go on”, she said.
“If I tie you up, and you can escape within one hour, I’ll perform a forfeit of your choice. If you don’t escape, you have to perform a forfeit. How does that sound?”
“What are the forfeits?” She asked, very wisely, all things considered.
“Your choice first”, I replied.
“Okay. I want my privet in the backyard cut down.”
“That doesn’t seem like much!” I was surprised
“Without your shirt.” I gulped nervously.
“Well then, for you Megan, if I win, you can remove that t-shirt of yours!”
“Deal. I’ll find some gear.”
With that, she scattered off into the various rooms of her house. In preparation for her return, I closed the living room curtains, and switched the television off. I moved her dimmer switch on the wall to a slightly more romantic setting. Megan returned with shed-loads of clothesline, with wooden pegs still attached, duct tape, and scissors in a number of shapes and sizes. She dropped them on the table, and turned so that her back faced me. She crossed her elegant hands behind her back. I cut about two feet of rope.
“Palm to palm please Megan.” She did as she was asked. I place the centre of the coil to her wrists, wrapping the two sides of the rope in different directions, after a few coils, I anchored the strands, and cinched everything up nice and tightly. Megan took in a deep breath, and moved her hands slightly. It must have been obvious even then that I had won. I kept going though, all the same. I decided to fasten her elbows together tightly. As I did so, her chest was forced forward, and I dreamt at how beautiful she must have looked from the other side. My desires were now becoming a distraction. I controlled myself, remembering that I had to make sure of the bet.
“I’m going to put you in a nice arm harness now Megan.”
“Okay”, she said, in a deliciously sexy fashion. I wrapped rope above and below her breasts, and cinched using both shoulders as anchors, pinning her already useless arms to her body.
“If I was our kidnap victim, I’d still be able to run.” Megan was being playful. It was obvious now that she was enjoying this as much as I was.
“Ankles together.” She complied. I skilfully trussed up her ankles, knees and lower thighs. Now she was totally helpless, and was going absolutely nowhere.
“I’m going to lie you down onto the sofa Megan. Then, I’m going to hogtie you, and gag you, to make sure you can’t call for help!” Then, I whispered into her ear;
“If you’re in any serious pain, just hum Rule Britannia through you gag, and I’ll help you. It’ll be our safeword.”
“Okay”, she said, as seductively as before, as I laid her face down onto one of the sofas in the room. Then, effortlessly, I brought her ankles up towards her hands, and fastened the rope tying together her ankles to her elbow tie with a long piece of clothesline. I peeled off a piece of duct tape, and smoothed it tightly across her pert lips.
“There. See if you can escape from that.” She said something through her gag, probably an insult, before she began to struggle. She tested for slack in the rope holding her hands together. Of course there was none. She had no hope of reaching any of the knots that bound her. She mewed through her gag, and began to gyrate across the sofa, moving onto both sides of her body.
Still, she stayed bound.
For the next fifty minutes she struggled remorselessly, desperate to win the game. She had known she had lost right from the beginning. Of course, part of her had wanted to lose all along. That part now started to dominate, as her mews through her tape gag changed slightly. They were gentle, and clearly orgasmic in nature. She buckled in her bonds, and then relaxed.
One hour had passed, and I removed her gag.
“Enjoy that?”
“You know I did Jeremy!”
I started to release her from her bondage.
“You’ve been into bondage for a while then Megan.”
“So have you Jeremy. You’re good.”
I quickly removed all the rope from her body.
“Ah, flattery will get you nowhere. Shirt please.” As instructed, she lifted her green t-shirt above her head.
Her pert breasts glistened in the low light, her nipples erect. Silently,
she turned round again, her hands palm to palm…
10.05.04
story continues in The Game - Part 2
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