Ok, my smart readers,
Does this post make the grade?
You must give it a T or F
If you surmise that it's Totally True - Give it a T
However, if it, perhaps, is Falsely Fictitious, then choose the Fan Faring F!
We begin as the main person is explaining their preference for activities.
Ever since I've been into kink, I always wanted to see how being restrained felt.
Oh, it doesn't matter, straps, rope, even handcuffs if I'm desperate.
I finally heard about an event, so I decided to join a rope function this Thursday.
The Rope Social it was called, and only a measly $5 to enjoy it?
Even the bums could afford that!
Ok, you want to know how long it's been?
I actually haven't been into any fetish for very long now. I am still fresh and new to this whole world. That's why I have so much struggle finding anyone for a partner. I heard that this social can partner you up with a rigger if you get there early enough.
What could be better?
Learn about rope while at the same time, be social with others in the same community.
Hey, it's finally Thursday!
PERFECT!
I showed up and it looks like they already picked partners.
I counted and there were about 20 people, not counting myself.
Once again, just like always I was the odd one out.
Everyone had a partner except me.
10 riggers
10 bottoms.
and lonely little me.
WTF else is new?
I should have known!
I just sat there for the 1st half of the event. I figured waiting for someone to be available would be a good idea. Maybe someone would show up late and I might get lucky for once.
After a couple of hours, someone did come in and approached me. He asked what I was doing just sitting by myself.
I thought to myself,
"I didn't even know where he came from. I didn't notice him earlier.
Did he just show up?
I wanted to answer his question with,
"Well do you see anyone willing to tie me up?"
But then I would show my frustration and come across the wrong way.
So instead I said,
"Well, I just came and forgot to arrange for a partner, so now I don't know what to do."
He advised me,
"Well, usually there are enough tops for the bottoms but this instructor isn't really that concerned with new people."
Well, that's just great!
I thought to myself
I wanted to express my true feelings but before I could say anything, he then expressed his disappointment,
"I feel kind of bad that this happened to you, so if you wanted to meet sometime, I could try some things on you if you want? I'm kind of new here too."
Wow!
Did I hear correctly?
Did some good come out of this lonely night, after all?
I was so thrilled that we set up a time to meet next week.
No questions asked.
We were set to meet Wed night since that is the only time he had free. So while I was talking to my friend the night before, who has been doing this whole kinky thing for around 15+ years, I told her about my upcoming meeting with this new guy.
So as I was telling her about my exciting wed night coming up, she asked me about ....vetting?
I was confused,
"Huh? Did you say voting?
I'm lost here."
She interjected,
"No, VETTING! It's where you ask him tons of questions about who he is, what he does and his safety practices, like does he have cutting shears for the rope in case he can't get you free?"
I was so dumbfounded!
I thought that everyone is ok and safe, after all, he was at the meeting,
so how could he NOT be safe?
Besides, what is there to it?
You tie someone up and you untie them when they are ready to be free?
Right?
I mean, really, what could go wrong?
I was so disappointed in myself, but at least I know now so I can "VET" him now. After all, life is all about learning as you go, so this is what happens.
Well, Wednesday night finally came and he was here to pick me up.
He didn't want to meet at his place after all.
He said that his kids would be in bed and didn't want to wake them.
I thought that was perfectly understandable.
But wait a minute!
Where were we going if we weren't going back to his place?
So I inquired,
"Uhm, where are we going then?"
He mysteriously answered,
"OH, don't worry about it. I will take you to my work. No one will be there, so we will have total privacy. Whether you like to be tied to objects or in a fetal position, you will be well taken care of."
"Oh....ok."
is all I could say. I didn't know if this was a relief or possible "caution ahead?"
I then asked him about his safety shears.
"Oh no worries, I have been doing this for over 5 years, and never needed them yet,"
he told me confidently.
5 years?
I was then thinking to myself,
he said he was new, didn't he?
He then had an answer for that,
"Oh yeah, I meant new here.....in town. I have only been here for a year now, but I have been tying people up for years."
Oh well, I was kind of relieved now. I didn't want to sound like an interrogator so I just relaxed until we finally got there and he led me through a semi-dark yard to a mysterious tunnel.
Then I had a lot of thoughts running through my head,
Why so far out in the middle of nowhere?
What if I run into trouble?
If he was at the rope social he must be ok, right?
Why do we need to be in a dark tunnel that leads to... who knows where?
"Ok readers, if you are still with me the climax is coming--you won't be disappointed."
Well, against my better judgment I conceded with his directives.
We go into the tunnel for what feels like a hundred feet or more. The only dim light, is from his flashlight. I didn't want to think about it failing.
We finally stopped and after I caught my breath, he found a ladder that was really just rungs stuck on the side of the tunnel wall.
He was very comforting while he tied me to the rungs, checking on me constantly making sure I was safe.
Yeah, this guy is fine, I thought.
Why was I worrying so much?
Now, I, for some reason, felt safe and secure, my legs tied together with my ankles crossed, my arms were above me tied tightly up on the 4th rung. The only part of my body that I could move was my neck. So I could look around in any direction, whew!
He checked on me one last time.
"Now how do you feel?
You are perfectly comfy?"
he conscientiously asked.
"Oh, yes," I said.
"It's the most comfortable I have ever felt!"
"Or you will ever feel!"
he blurted out.
My heart sank!
My heart was BROKEN!
My will was BROKEN!
I felt I was BROKEN
I didn't know what to say or how to feel,
Am I going to die?
Am I really this fucking stupid?
So, then I just looked up at him as if to say,
"what do you mean, can you tell the future?"
I wanted to make sure that I heard him correctly, so I really did say,
"Uhm, what do you mean?"
He then confirmed my terrified feeling,
"Well, yes. I had my fun but now I have errands to run."
I am hoping he does not mean what I think he means.
Then as if I wasn't confused already by now, I inquire,
"What kind of errands are there for you at ten o'clock at night?
"Oh my god!
AMAZING!!
That's the first intelligent thing you have said since we met!"
he says in a victorious tone.
"I'm very tired now and its bedtime for me,"
he states as he starts to leave.
"So you are just going to leave me here, in this vast darkness, and therefore killing me making you a murderer!"
I yell out!
He then gets very irate, clarifying what he is,
"Now you better listen to ME and listen carefully, I am only going to say this ONCE!
I am not a murderer!
I am a RIGGER!
I only did what you requested. I tied you up because YOU wanted me to. As a rigger, I tie my victims up, I don't do anything else whatsoever.
GOT IT? Now you do whatever you have to.
If you get free, then safe you will be.
If you get dead, then you won't have any other choices to make."
"Now Good night and Good riddance, you stupid Fucking moron!"
he dictates to me.
I was just too BROKEN to do anything.
After everything my friend said, I didn't even listen to her.
It's my own stupidity.
I deserve this.
Do I just stay here and die?
Do I just give up without a fight?
Do I try to get free, even though he has tied me uptight?
How can I get free anyway, even if I want to?
I struggle and struggle, but as I do it almost feels like this rope is getting tighter.
But then a couple of hours later, since I have been fidgeting so much, I notice that my feet are feeling little less constricted.
Is it my imagination?
Then I check my hands and they seem to feel looser too!
Ok, maybe I do have a chance, as slim as can be, but it is still a chance!
I continue to struggle, and to my amazement, the rope gets looser little by little as I continue to attempt to get free.
I was very thirsty, so I knew I had to break free soon to drink anything.
After about 2 hours of battling and brawling with the rope,
The rope was finally BROKEN,
Now I have definitely spoken!
Look at me
I'm finally FREE!
Whew!
Did you actually get through the whole story?
So, what is the consensus?
T
OR
F
Perhaps I left some little "hints" or clues?
I will leave this up for a little while & see who gets it right (on the money)
I will also, think of an award to give to the correct readers!
Thanks for reading this entire story.
As I always reassure you,
LUV YOU BOTH!!
Christopher
I think F