It is early Saturday evening, about six o'clock and you have been waiting for your special surprise that I have promised you all week. You have just completed an exhausting work out, showered and dressed. Sexy bra and panties, white blouse, black wrap around skirt and shear nylons have been carefully put on. A pair of black pumps completes the outfit.

Just as you are admiring yourself in the mirror, I walk in. Without saying a word you cross your wrists behind your back and turn so that I may work on them. A smile comes across your face as you feel the rope being wound tightly around your wrists. In fact the rope is being pulled so tight that you are forced to plant your feet hard in the carpet so as not to fall over. The tying job is finished with cinching and several double knots above and below. Instinctively you test your bounds but know that no matter how hard you try, the ropes are not budging.

A length of cloth is wrapped around your eyes several times and knotted tightly in the back of your head. Care is taken to make sure that no light penetrates the blindfold. Can't have you cheating now can we?

A gentle kiss comes across your cheek, a nibble on your lips and then silence. I place a light coat over your shoulders and fasten the clasps in front. The jacket is just long enough to cover your bound wrists, which gives you some comfort. Taking you gently by the arm you are lead out to the garage. I open the car door on the passenger side and guide you into the front seat. A slight gasp comes out of your mouth as you feel loop upon loop of rope being wound around your slender ankles. It goes without saying that the rope is tightly cinched and firmly knotted. Next the seatbelt is placed over your lap and fastened into place.

Not a word is spoken between us. I gave you strict instructions not to question what I had planned for you. Any slip and the game would be over, and you do not want that. Butterflies have been dancing in your stomach all week in anticipation of this and they are in a terrible fight right now!

The car is started and backed out of the garage and down the driveway. Being blindfolded the way you are, it is impossible to tell what direction we are traveling. To ease your mind a little I insert a CD in the stereo and play some soft music. Our trip takes about half an hour and from the stop and go, you are certain the we have not left the city.

Finally, the car stops and the engine turned off. You hear the car door open but it seems strangely quiet for being in the city. Almost as if you were in a garage of some sort. Your seatbelt is unfastened and your shoes are removed. A feeling of nakedness comes over you as you feel the cold air on your feet. Instinctively you wriggle your ankles to test the bounds. As you suspected, tight as hell.

Strong arms pick you out of the car, you feel yourself being flung over my shoulder, your head facing backwards over my back, your lovely slim legs and perfect feet facing the front. Steps are climbed, you can feel your body move up. A door is opened and then shut. From the temperature you can tell that you are now indoors. After a few moments you are placed standing. The floor is hard and cool on the soles of your feet. From the feel it is obvious to you that the surface is polished and very smooth.

I lean you back slightly and your fingers feel the cold hard service of a post. A shiver travels up your spine as you realize that you have been placed standing next to a round and very sturdy metal post. The post is floor to ceiling and is used as a support column, but as you are blindfolded you can only suspect that this is the case.

Strong hands now unbutton your skirt and it is allowed to fall to the ground. My fingers move down those long slender nylon encased legs of yours. As I like the feel, I take my time. Surprisingly, your ankles are now unbound. The knots were tight and I struggle a bit with the untying. Those hands of mine now find their way up to the waist of those shear pantyhose of yours. A small smile comes across your face as they are slowly pulled down from your waist and down your legs to your ankles. Placing my hands under your feet, the hose is removed completely and placed on the floor. ( to be used later ). With my teeth, I pull off your panties and completely remove them.

There you stand, blindfolded and naked from the waist down. The only words spoken are those of mine instructing you to kneel down on the floor, your back against the post, calves and ankles behind. As you kneel completely down you can feel the softness of a silk pillow. How thoughtful you think.

You snuggle up to the post as best you can and wait anxiously for my next move. Well, you do not have to wait very long. My hands cross your ankles. A very long length of rope is doubled in two and looped around both ankles. Wrap upon wrap of nylon rope is wrapped around your slender ankles, each wrap pulled up tight. The cinching draws the whole works up impossible tight and a soft moan is given out as I knot the whole works off. From the feel of the rope, you know that it is neat and you counted at least fifteen wraps. You calculate that the rope must come up from your ankles and up your calves at least six inches if not more. The bondage on your ankles feels extremely tight but strangely comfortable.

You seem a little perplexed as I untie your wrists. Then a knowing smile comes across your face as you feel your blouse being unbuttoned. Eagerly, you help remove it. I press up against your firm body as I reach behind your back to unhook your bra. Effortlessly, it comes off.

This should come as no surprise to you as your wrists are taken and placed behind your back and on the other side of the pole. They are retied as tightly as before, even tighter perhaps.

I take a step back to admire my work. You are quite naked and unable to move much at all. A grin comes across my face as I see you test your wrist and ankle bounds. Quite hopeless I'm afraid.

Now I can get to the serious part of your bondage. Didn't think I was done did you? Picking up your discarded hose and panties, I roll them into a tight ball. Instinctively you open you mouth wide when you feel the silky nylon pressed against your lips. The hose and panties fill your mouth to capacity. A long piece of cloth, approximately six inches wide a several feet long in folded in two to form a long strand three inches wide. Standing behind you I place the cloth into your mouth, between the teeth at the half way mark of the cloth. Pulling the cloth back tight, the wad of hose and panties are pushed back into your mouth. The ends of the cloth are brought back around the post pulling the back of your head up close to the pole.

Before I tighten the gag any further, a thick sponge is placed behind the back of your head between the post. This will serve to make you a little more comfortable. Once this has been completed, the length of cloth is pulled up tight behind the pole and tied. As the cloth is several feet in length, it is round back around the post and through your teeth again. This process is continued until there is no more cloth to wrap and is very tightly tied up in back. You are now thoroughly gagged, unable to even mumble. The more you struggle with the gag, the tighter it becomes.

Now I can start to finish the bondage on your slender body without fear of you complaining that it is too tight or too much or it hurts or what ever you like to bitch about.

Now, a long length of nylon rope is doubled in two and looped around the post even with your elbows. A wonderful sensation comes over you as the rope is looped around the left elbow and then back over the right. Gently they are drawn together. You cannot but help count the number of turns that are placed around your elbows. Each turn draws them closer together. A space of about half and inch is left between the inside of your elbows and the post. This will make for a much more secure lashing job. As your elbows are cinched the space is taken up with rope. Each elbow is knotted securely. It pleases me to see you test your bounds after each part of your body is tied up.

With yet another long length of nylon rope, doubled in two and looped around the post just above the elbow tie, I start to secure your chest to the pole. The rope is brought around to your breasts, over the left breast, under the right breast and around to the back of the post. This is repeated once more and then the direction is changed. The rope is now brought over the right breast and under the left. Your breasts are now crisscrossed with rope and your elbows and upper torso are very, very securely fastened to the pole.

The nipples on your small breasts are standing firm and erect by now. The rope makes your breasts look even firmer than ever. Nice.

That tiny waist of yours is next in line for my attention. Much rope is looped around your waist fastening it to the post. Care is taken to loop rope not only around your waist, but between your back and the post. This draws you up incredibly tight up against the post. I have been careful to knot the whole works off but have left about four feet or so of rope dangling. I will put this to good use later.

I must tie up those knees of yours next. Coming behind you, I grab your bound ankles and pull them back as far as possible. This brings your knees up tight to both sides of the post drawing your legs apart. As with your elbows, your knees are lashed to the post. Plenty of tight turns, cinching and expert knots.

Not finished yet. A short length of rope is looped around the post next to your elbow bindings. The end is drawn down to your ankles and looped around the cinching. With the end of the rope, I pull your ankles up off of the floor and almost to the back of the post. The end is now tied off. All your weight is now on your knees. You are now starting to appreciate the silk pillow.

Stepping back, I now look on with some satisfaction at my handy work. You are making a valiant effort at struggling but, alas, you find that the only part of your body that can move is your fingers and toes. Shaking your head from side to side is even an impossibility.

You have never been so thoroughly bound up in your life! The feeling of helplessness is starting to overwhelm you. Naked as a jay bird and trussed up like a Christmas turkey in God knows where!

My fingers find their way to your crotch. As I suspected, dripping wet! I have thoughtfully made a new purchase. It is a very good set of electric Chinese Ben-WA balls. When activated they vibrate in ways that are quite stimulating!

Carefully, the balls are placed up high inside of you. Your face turns red as you realize what I have placed up there. With the four foot length of rope that was left dangling by your side, I am going to ensure that those balls stay in place! The end is drawn between your legs and up to your waist bindings. The end is passed between the ropes surrounding your waist and belly. Pulling up tight on the rope, it presses into your crotch. The end is knotted off. That ought to give you something to work on.

The battery pack for the Ben-WA balls is ducted taped to the post between your legs. It is turned on. Electric shocks seem to be running through your body! Sweat is pouring down your face, drool is starting to come through the gag. My, my, you do seem to be in a spot of trouble. Not to worry, I have more.

It is not long before you feel a warm substance on the bottom of those tied up feet of yours. The sensation is a familiar one to you. We have spent many hours together massaging each others bodies with hot oil.

Gently the oil is rubbed into your feet. I do a though job of massaging them. My hands start to work down those slender calves of yours. Every inch of your legs has oil rubbed into them...down to your lashed knees. I work my way up your inner thighs to just below your crotch. You are trying desperately to reach out to my with your pelvis but it is hopeless. I have bound you too well.

The palms of your hands are gently rubbed. Your fingers have stopped struggling. The situation is impossible! Arms, tummy and breasts are covered in hot oil. Special attention is given to your breasts. I want your nipples and breasts to be shiney. In fact I want your whole body to gleam.

I have been working on you for over an hour now. From what I could tell, you have had several orgasms. Good thing you are in shape.

Now for the surprise. About time you found out where you are, yes? Reaching behind you, I release your blindfold. It takes several moments for your eyes to adjust. Not being able to turn your head, all you can do is move your eyes from side to side. What you see astounds you! You seem to be in a gallery of some kind. On the walls in front of you are pictures of erotica. Off to the side are sculptures depicting lovers.

Suddenly you realize that you are bound naked to a post in the middle of a display of erotic art! It is all tastefully done and has been promoted for several weeks now. Another thing has just struck you. Opening is tonight! A special midnight reception has been planned for invited guests only and we were one of the lucky ones to get an invitation.

With a twinkle in my eyes, I replace the blind fold. Hopefully with the gag and blindfold covering most of your face, you will not be recognized.....

It seems that you are now TRULY trying to break out of your bondage. I can only imagine what you are feeling right now....

Stay tuned...