“What are you gonna do with me?”  The girl asked me softly.

I gazed on Taki as she stood with her back to the wall.  Her glasses had slipped down slightly on her nose, and I watched her tilt her head back a little to try and drop them back into place.  I could see a slight blush rise in her cheeks as she was helpless to correct even so small a thing, her hands bound tightly behind her.  Her blush deepened as I stepped in close, then reached up to press a fingertip against the center of the frames, pushing them back up her nose.

“Thank you.”  She spoke softly.

“Do you often thank the people who kidnap you?”  I chuckled.

“Yes… No… I mean, thank you for helping with my glasses.”  She narrowed her eyes as he smiled down on her, and then she tugged on the ropes that kept her wrists tied tightly together behind her back.  “Not for kidnapping me.”

I smiled warmly as I took hold of her arm just above the rope that wrapped tightly around it, feeling the soft material of her shirt in my palm.  With a gentle but firm hold on her, I walked her slowly across the room to where a heavy wooden table stood, dozens of lengths of ropes neatly rested.  I turned her to face the table, my hand still on her arm as I moved around behind her to inspect the ropes that held her crossed wrists behind her, and the tightly coiled rope that stretched between her elbows, applying only the slightest pressure there between them.

“I’ve been asked to keep you out of the way for a few hours.”  I told her, satisfied with the ropes’ security, and reaching past her to pick up a coil from where it rested on the table.

She looked back over her shoulder at me as I casually uncoiled the rope, enjoying the sounds of the end of it making contact with the floor below me.  

“A few hours?”  She asked softly.  “What are you going to do?”

“Experiment.”  I answered, holding a doubled-over length of the rope between my two hands and wrapping it around the girl’s waist.

“Experiment?” She asked, her breath catching slightly as I pulled in tight on the rope, watching as it pressed into her through the soft pink material of her long sleeve shirt.  “What kind of experiments are you talking about?”

“Nothing scary.”  I chuckled softly as I looped the rope around her waist again, and then cinched it closed in front of her with the long ends of the rope hanging down from her newly tied belly.

“You kidnapped me!”  She replied, and then tried to pull away as I started to draw the rope between her legs.  “And you’re tying me up!  That’s scary!”

“How about… nothing too scary, then?”  I chuckled again.

Taking hold of her left thigh with one hand, fingers pressing into the soft flesh beneath through the thin material of her khaki pants, I pulled her back against me and then forced the rope between her thighs as she pressed them together.  I drew back on the rope until it pressed against the material of her tight pants, and then drew it up behind her to run it between her bound wrists, looping and tying it through the ropes there.

“Struggling is nice.”  I whispered to her as I left the rest of that rope to dangle for now.  “But not too much struggling.”

Taking a new length of rope from the table and uncoiling it, I moved next to the rope that ran between her elbows behind her.  Running a doubled-over length of the new rope underneath the elbow rope, I pulled upward, and then begin to slowly twist the new rope.  I grinned as her elbows slowly began to move closer and closer to each other as their rope became twisted.

“I do apologize.”  I told her as I worked.  “The rope between your elbows was unacceptably slack for someone as limber as you.”

“No, that’s ok.  Really.”  She answered quickly as her elbows were slowly drawn together until they nearly touched behind her.  “It was fine.”

With her elbows now in place, I wrapped the rest of that twisted rope around her chest, first over and then under her breasts, which were now pressed out further against the stretchy pink shirt by the pressure on her shoulders.  Both passes went beneath her armpits before moving around her, and I tied them off in back.  I watched her rise up onto the toes of her clunky black shoes instinctively as the pull on her elbows was translated to pull on her wrists, which in turn pulled on the rope between her legs.

“Oh, but Taki.”  I smiled as I drew a chair out form the table, and turned it to the side.  “I want this to be perfect.”

“Well, you got it.”  She answered quickly, and I could hear that she was breathing a little more quickly. “This is perfect, thanks.”

Chuckling, I turned her and pressed her back to sit in the heavy wooden chair, carefully threading the rope that trailed from her bound wrists through one of the rungs on the back of the chair and leaving it to dangle down to the floor behind her.  Taking another rope from the table, I took hold of her right thigh and drew it out to the arm of the chair before coiling and knotting the short length of rope around it to tie it in place.  I looked up to meet her nervous gaze for a moment before repeating the process with her left.  Standing and gathering another length of rope, a thinner cord this time, I looked down on her; sitting spread on the chair with her tightly bound arms trapped behind her, breasts rising and falling as they strained against the clingy pink top.

Moving slowly around behind her, watching her crane her neck to keep me in view, I took hold of the base of her ponytail.  Drawing back on it to force her to bend her neck and look toward the ceiling of the room, I knotted the free end of the thin rope in with the base of her tied hair.  With the base in place, I began to braid the thin rope in with plates of her ponytail, weaving it into her tresses and continuing to draw it downward.

“Are you braiding my hair?”  She spoke nervously, and I smiled as she forced a nervous little laugh.  “Is this camp?”

Without responding, I finished with her newly braided ponytail, and then drew the rope beneath the chair seat and out to where her right foot dangled.  The flared material of her pants puckered as I drew her foot beneath the seat, and then coiled the rope around it.  Knotting the rope, I released her foot, and listened to her yelp softly as the pull of her heavy shoe down pulled back further on her hair, forcing her to keep the foot lifted beneath the seat.

“Oh, that’s so not fair.”  She complained.

Taking hold of the rope that still dangled from her wrists, I untied it from her wrist ropes, but left it running between them.  She gasped as I drew back hard on it, forcing her to scoot back in the seat against its back as much her tight bonds allowed.   Forced to remain facing the ceiling, I knew that she couldn’t see what I was doing, but she reacted strongly nonetheless as I pulled her other foot back beneath the chair seat, and simultaneously pulled on the rope that started between her legs.

“No, no, no NO!”  She barked, squirming in earnest against her bonds, and trying to kick her foot free.

Try as she might, she couldn’t break her foot free, and in moments, I had it similarly tied in place.  She stilled, panting for breath, as she was now forced to keep this foot raised as well, to avoid unwanted pressure between her legs.  Rising to my feet, I picked up the last piece of rope from the table as I looked down on her, tying a knot in its center and then repeating the process, again and again as the size of the knot of rope grew.  I saw the concern in her eyes as I gazed down on her, watching her slowly experiment with uncomfortable position in which the tight ropes held her.

“If you behave, and take your gag nicely,”  I spoke firmly as I finished with the thick knot in the rope, “then you will be left like this for one hour.  If you fight me, you get two.  Which will it be?”

Taki’s eyes went wide at the statement, but she opened her mouth wide for me as I lowered the knot of rope to her lips.  Pressing it back into her mouth, behind her teeth, I drew its lengths behind her head and then tied them off tightly.  I could see the rope biting into the corners of her mouth.

“Good girl.”  I smiled.

Smiling, I gave her a pat on the cheek, took one more look at her bondage, and then headed from the room.  Opening the door to leave, I paused, and then flipped off the light.

“I’ll see you in two hours, Taki.”  

As I moved to shut the door and leave her, I could hear her muffled groan behind the gag, and the sound of her thrashing against the chair.  I wouldn’t really leave her for two hours, of course.  Well, I probably wouldn’t.