Aasia's Bondage

She was helpless. She was sore, She was exhausted. She was everything but going anywhere, doing anything. Still, there was this spark of anger in her. The realisation that Kristine had planned it all, not to play tie-up games but to break Annie´s will, made her rebel. From the deepest corners of her determined soul she dug out some new power, some previously unknown strength. And so she made another fierce attempt to get free. First she tried systematically to search for knots, to try each strand of rope for a slack. But even though she put all of her might into it, she couldn´t find any way forward. Finally she lost control and started to twist and writhe violently, trying to rip the ropes into bits and pieces, but to no avail. Driving herself further and further with that exceptional will power of hers she finally passed the limit of her body´s ability. While still demanding more fight, she could feel her body failing as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

When she awoke she felt cold. She could feel all of her body ache and strain, both due to the rigid bondage and her own merciless struggle. First she was afraid. She could not remember any time ever that she had been so aware of her body and its signals. Instead of an intellectual reasoning her mind was full of feelings. She felt every part of her body in a way she hadn´t thought possible. And she felt…

She dreaded the name of the feeling that filled her mind as she slowly came to. The feeling of content, the absence of action, of demands and goals. She was floating in her darkness, listening to her own body, going nowhere, doing nothing. Her mission had been to get free, but she had failed to do that and now she was out of missions. Failed, by the way, was not a proper word. She had started to realise that it was impossible to get free from the ropes. Kristine and Marie had tied her far beyond what was humanly possible to escape. They never expected her to succeed. In the prevailing situation there was actually no expectations on her what so ever. She was reluctant to name this feeling, since it tore down so much of her assumptions of life. But she could not avoid it. Laying there bound to helplessness, unable to do anything but listen to her body and her thoughts, she felt things she had long ago left behind. Nobody expected anything from her, not even she herself. And the feeling that she was so afraid to give a name, was freedom.

To her great disbelief she actually felt free. She could relax and let go, without any fear of anything. No consequences would come of her actions, no judgements, no nothing. For once, actually for the first time in her adult life, she was completely carefree. She gave up being reluctant and accepted the fact. She felt free. She was still in pain, she felt cold and very sore, but it was not her responsibility and she was not supposed to do anything about it. She could only experience it. She felt her heart beat, she felt air running trough her nostrils, filling her lunges with each breath. She discovered a new level of awareness. She felt her entire body, muscle by muscle, organ by organ. And slowly she began feeling things around her. She felt the darkness, the air, standing still around her sweating cold skin. And she felt the soft, illusive movement of air, the tension from someone else in the room.

It could have hit her as a complete surprise, but instead she got aware of the presence just as calmly as she had got aware of her heartbeats. It felt natural and obvious that she was not alone.

Welcome to the world of human beings, Marie greeted her softly.

Annie didn´t do anything but wait for Marie to go on.

So you have finally reached the state of being, of sensing…

Annie felt that Marie was right and something about her made Marie get the accept.

Wait here, she whispered with a soft smile in her voice, I´ll get Kristine.

The air moved and caressed Annie´s sensitive skin as Marie got to her feet and climbed over her, opening the door, turning the light switch. The footsteps sounded as if she was bare feet, her silent movement made Annie certain that she was nude. By opening the door Marie allowed the air in the bathroom to slowly mix with that in the hallway. Annie shuddered as the fresh air caressed her, driving off the moist and, after all, rather warm air of the bathroom. Before Annie had time to get used to it, she heard footsteps return. Marie´s naked feet and the soft sound of Kristine´s stockings. They got in the bathroom and quickly untied the ropes that kept Annie anchored. Then Annie felt their soft hands on her body, lifting carefully, turning her over onto her back. As they lowered her she could feel something soft beneath her, probably some cushions from the sofa. The texture felt surprisingly harsh on her exposed skin, but as she squirmed the little she could, she settled down and started to appreciate the soft feeling and the slowly building warmth from the contact with the fabric. First she was a little worried about her bound and somewhat numb arms and hands, now buried in the soft cushions, pressed down under the weight of her bound body, but to her surprise she soon felt rather comfortable. Another insight that struck her was how exposed she felt, laying with her bound hands under her buttocks, forcing her hips upwards, lifting her tied sex up, bared by her spread legs, accentuated by the ropes vanishing between her lips. Also her breasts, long crushed under her, slightly painful from the ropes squeezing them, where now exposed to the soft stroke of cold air, exquisitely displayed to Kristine and Marie.

Now, said Kristine interrupting Annies exploration of her new situation, you said that I would determine the price for your freedom…

Annie held her breath as she realised that she had forgot about that part. Her head spun with mixed feelings, her body reacted immediately to the sensation of being in for some sort of surprise. Her muscles tensed, her skin was covered by goose bumps, ultra sensitive, her senses sharpened. Even though blindfolded she got aware of Kristine´s and Marie´s self confident smiles. She knew they where in control and that they too knew it. She waited for Kristine to end her dramatic pause.

…The prize for your freedom, is your freedom.

Annie gasped for air. She was stunned, desperately trying to comprehend what Kristine said, trying to get some idea of the possible consequences.

Actually the prize is not as high as you might think, Kristine laughed. I want you to promise that we get to tie you up again next Friday. What do you say?

Annie tried to understand what Kristine was up to. She also tried to understand her own reaction. Instead of dreading the prospect of being tied up again, she felt an indescribable yarn for it. She felt a strange comfort about it, being able to relax and let go.

Well? Kristine prompted when Annie didn´t respond. The question is not so much if you´ll be tied up next Friday, but whether you will be free in the meantime, or not..

Annie realised that she accepted Kristine´s prize, not because she had no choice, but because she wanted to continue exploring the sensation of being helplessly bound. Kristine obviously sensed Annies reply.

- That settled, I think it´s time to move on to the next event…