Tieup1 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Another test for Bree, it's very interesting to see how she copes with a different way of life. It must be better than life on the streets, she just has to get her head around her new friends lifestyles. Can she do it, she certainly is determined and creative. Perhaps in the near future, everything will fit into place. ?
Yeah, Bree is getting tested a lot, or at least that is how she experiences it. For her, this is definitely more comfortable than on the streets, but she's still weary (which is maybe still justified?).
Caesar73 wrote: ↑2 years ago
That was so delightful to read [mention]Beaumains[/mention]
My favourite Part the first Third. Aoife offering payment to Bree and the Surprise of Bree when she opened the envelope. She seems still not used to her new world, because she thinks about using the money as the foundation for her Saftey Deposit, which was stolen from her a couple of chapters ago.
Also very well written: Her Hesitation what materials she should use to tie up Aoife.
But it seems that Bree is adjusting step by step to her new life.
Thanks a lot! That chapter was also a lot of fun to write. I am glad a bit of character development (the first third) was able to entertain you as much as the bondage.
Mineira1986 wrote: ↑2 years ago
I have to admit that my heart melted when I read Brie saying "I smiled."
It's so good Brie is getting a break. Good people, good place to stay, and now the chance to tie somebody up, after spending the previous chapters being the one tied up or just as an spectator.
Go Brie!
Thanks! I am not sure that in this universe (opposed to yours) being the rigger is the highest possible achievement as some people just like being tied up. But it was a nice change of pace to let Bree do the tying.
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It was 7 o’clock in the morning, but habitually, I was already up and going. I did not have particular plans but was used to making the most of the light a day offered. The first signs of the new sun were already visible.
“Mornin’ Bree,” Aoife yawned. “Your lights’re burning. Care for a run?”
I had to think for a second: Did I want to wear myself out? Today, I was reasonably confident I would have food and a place to sleep, so that excuse had vanished. “Eh, sure, but I’ll hold you up.”
“No problem. It’s quite warm this morning, and only by training you’ll learn to keep up.”
“Gimme a moment. Let me change,” I replied. Knowing what lay ahead eased the decision, and after yesterday, Aoife scared me less. In general, this strange mansion felt less of a threat. Their unhealthy obsession with tie-ups and nudity was still way out of my comfort zone, but they had convinced me that their intentions were not to exploit me. It was their style of living. Completing the less humiliating and weird tasks, like going on a run with Aoife, would give me enough credit to decline something once in a while. But, I had to be careful: They could hurl me back on the streets every moment, whatever they promised.
Clad in the same lime-green shirt and black running shorts as two days back, I greeted Aoife in the hallway, where she handed me the pair of pink trainers. “Ready? Mistress left a challenge today.” She gave me a note.
Aoife, During your daily run, you will be cuffed to your new roommate. Moreover, you will do the obstacle course route.
“Oh, but she also left this,” Aoife said, handing me a second note.
If Bree declines or is not joining you today, run the usual route.
“It’s completely your choice. Don’t feel pressured.”
“Eh,” I mumbled. “This isn’t so bad, is it?”
Aoife’s big green eyes twinkled. “If ya deem it bad, ya don’t go. Simple as that. You ain’t forced to do anything.”
I experienced it differently.
“Shit, girl. Don’t look at me like that. I’m being honest. Asking you to do anything you don’t want would be fucked up. We have a very imbalanced power relation because you are, eh,”
“Homeless, I know.”
Aoife had darted around my reality as if it was a foul word.
“Yeah, asking you to do bondage or be nude would likely be illegal. So, really, the choice is yours. Being tied together is annoying, and the obstacle course is a challenge, but...”
“Thanks.” I had to distill her words first. The unhealthy sex-in-exchange-for-a-life scheme had attracted many desperate souls in similar situations, but I had vowed to avoid them. Still, a similar atmosphere hung here. “I’ll give it a try.”
“Okay, cool!” Aoife cheered, somehow happy she would run chained to me. “Which arm do you want to have cuffed? Left or right?”
“Left please,” I uttered without much thought. Aoife fastened a piece of leather around her right wrist, locked it with a tiny padlock, and connected it to a chain with another padlock. These were not toys. The locks were proper, requiring a key (or truthfully, they seemed ordinary and could be opened easily without a key). Aoife then applied the same procedure to my left wrist such that our hands would never be separated by more than two feet.
Aoife photographed the first note and her locked wrist locks. “Mind if I picture the chain? It will feature your hand and arm, but without tats and scars, you’re unrecognizable.”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, glad she asked. This decreased the odds my previous adventures had been filmed and sold on dozens of websites. Again, Aoife emphasized I was in control.
“Awesome,” Aoife thanked. “My subscribers already know I have a new roommate. The pics Cecilia took of what you did to me yesterday and that otherworldly drawing were also credited to you. Of course, I did not share your name or circumstances.”
I nodded, and Aoife opened the door, ready to step in the November cold butt-naked. She pulled me out and accelerated to full speed, almost jerking my arm off. “Sorry, let’s go!” she apologized. “It’s cold.”
We took off once more, and the red-haired girl expertly navigated the narrow paths, holding her right arm steadily behind her. This allowed me to remain behind her and not smash into trees and bushes, which were hard to spot at this hour. The night’s shadows still danced here.
“Come on, almost there!” she shouted. “Prepare yourself.” Her voice was excited and fair as my lungs and legs suffered greatly. I was far from ready. I had expected an almost military obstacle course where I could give up before the first wall, but it was doable. It started off with a balance beam over a muddy pool, and only a few feet high, it was far from scary. Falling would mean being drenched in freezing mud, and Aoife would come down with me. Yikes. Luckily, we traversed it effortlessly.
Next, we hopped over a series of three-foot-high wooden fences. Aoife leaped over them like a young deer while I stepped over them. We crawled through some metal pipes, which the handcuffs made awkward. Aoife went ahead, and despite her carefulness, my face almost bumped into her bare ass. She did not notice, and I wanted to avoid a scene. Without saying a word, she hauled me under thick wooden beams that forced me on my knees through the wet sand. Grains stuck to my legs and arms, making me feel dirty. On the streets, avoiding dirt was the key to hygiene. At best, you showered once a week.
“That ‘as the easy part,” Aoife announced, having lost some of her enthusiasm. Goosebumps covered her limps, and although she would not mention it, my slow pace irritated her. I understood her. I was also cold, preferring to go right back inside or put on some sweaters and a jacket. But, well, we were ordered to this, so we continued. I expected she would be punished otherwise.
A cargo net was next. The fifteen feet of vertical madness were easy to climb, but staring down, I felt dizzy. Falling would mean breaking my leg. Aoife had been right. She pulled me over the edge of the wooden platform with one arm wrapped around her bare belly and her legs together to shield her vagina. When I rose, the wind surged past my arms and legs. Aoife prepared for the next terrifying stage.
A rope swing.
She pulled the rope forward and explained we had to grab the cargo net on the other side. I was nervous, knowing the chances of succeeding were slim. I was exhausted, and it had gone too quick for me to even consider saying no.
“Ready?”
My hands clamped the thick rope below Aoife’s, and we jumped on three. We fell towards the water, and my hands grasped the rope. In the free fall, it had lost its tension. Then, my arms had to support my weight and counter the gravity at once. Absolutely hopeless. They failed. My palms slipped past the hemp, and the cuffs pushed my left wrist up for a brief moment. Aoife could never lift us both. I touched the water first, and the Irish girl plunged on my back, pushing me in deeper. The light faded in the unclean, frosty water.
I pushed my legs up – it had been years since the last time I had swum – and I was almost surprised I had not died. I was hyperventilating.
“BREE!” Aoife screeched. “Thank God, are you okay?”
I had trouble staying above water, and some entered my lungs.
“C’mon, let’s get you out,” Aoife said calmly. Her panic had already been replaced by rationality to address the crisis. The cold water had little effect on her. “I grab you. Don’t fight me.” She seized my midriff and pulled me on my back, steering me towards the muddy shore of the puddle. I crawled out in my soaked, filthy clothes with Aoife on my side. She was laughing, probably her way of coping with stress. Soon, cold replaced the adrenaline. “Are you hurt?”
I bobbed my head.
“Can you run back?”
I nodded. I had feared we would have to finish the obstacle course, but Aoife had decided to disobey Cecilia and Ambrose. The half-mile back was cold and miserable, and she escorted me to a shower outside the house. Warm water dripped over our filthy, freezing bodies. For once, Aoife was correctly nude while I was showering clothed. The temperate water made me human again.