"Compelled to Bondage" is a new novel by John Savage that I've recently edited and published. I hope soem of you will enjoy the summary and extract:
The Story
Nancy was an innocent, naďve, and very conservative young woman who just happened to have the body of a Playboy Bunny. When she buys a fancy sports car, suddenly her life changes. She begins acting like a slut, a wanton woman seeking not only sex but very kinky sex at that. Against her natural inclinations, she seeks out men who will bind her with ropes, hurt her, and then use her body as they will. And the most amazing part is that she begs them to do it!
What strange force compels her to such degrading sex acts? Why does she dress in revealing clothes and stand on the street corner like any ordinary hooker inviting men to use her? And why are these men always those who understand how to control a woman with handcuffs, ropes and the whip?
When she finds herself provoking a sadistic pimp into abusing her so severely that she fears for her life and then abandoning her far from home, she knows she has to do something about the compulsive force driving her to such sexual depravation. But what? And will she find an answer before something even more serious happens to her lush body?
Extract
I spread my legs a bit, put my hands on my hips and challenged him, “Okay, do your best. You agree to the following rules. You can tie me anyway you wish. When you're finished, you give me an hour to get free. If I get out, you can tie me again and have your sex but it will cost you. If I can't get out, you can have me free.” I paused to blow him a kiss. “For the rest of the day and all night,” I added in that husky, sexy voice I was coming to know pretty well.
He smiled but said nothing. Instead, he came to me, walked around behind me and took my hands off my hips. I could feel the rope looping around my wrists and wondered how good he would be. Or, more exactly, would I be getting paid for this or going home with empty pockets. If I had pockets on that dress, which I didn't.
The ropes on the wrists were pretty tight and cinched down. That meant, I knew without knowing how I knew, that there were additional windings of the rope put over the main ones. Those additional windings tightened down the main bunch and allowed you to make them all even tighter than it would have been. He knotted the rope several times. I was paying attention to what he was doing. Something told me that in order to have a chance at escape, I would have to know exactly how the ropes had been put on and where each knot was.
He looped the next rope around my elbows and I knew I was not going to get paid. If he had only tied my wrists, I might have been able to work the ropes off or reached a knot with my fingernails. But with my elbows tight together, there was little chance of that. As each coil went on, I could feel how tight it was. And when he passed rope between my forearms to cinch down the main windings, I was certain that this man knew what he was doing and I would not be getting free.
He checked the ropes after knotting them, and was satisfied that they weren't loose. I agreed but without saying a word. These ropes were tight -- very tight. He asked me to sit on the edge of the bed and put my legs out. I did so and watched as he wound rope around my ankles then cinched it down and knotted several knots as tightly as he could. I noticed that he had left about three feet of rope trailing away from my ankles, and I wondered what that was for. Then he tied my knees together with rope just above them. My legs were tied pretty tightly but not quite as tightly as my elbows, I noted.
“Please stand up,” he asked and helped to my feet. My arms felt almost the same as Maurice had done, only perhaps a bit tighter. He turned me around and lowered me to the bed, and then pulled me up until I was laying face down in the center of the bed. I felt him getting on the bed and wondered if he were going to try and screw me right then and there without allowing me a chance to escape, but I was wrong on that count. Taking the rope trailing from my ankles, he passed it between my forearms and then back down to my feet. He pulled and I felt my feet coming up as my legs bent. Soon my legs were doubled and my feet were near my hands. He looped the rope around my ankle bondage again and back through my arms. He pulled tighter until I felt the backs of my ankles pressing against my palms.
The name came to me: hogtie. It was a way that I had never been tied but one I just somehow knew was a mainstay of the rope crowd. And for good reason. It was a very good way to make a girl helpless without a great deal of rope. With her ankles tied to her wrists, she was doubled up backwards and very limited in what she could do.
I felt him tying the final knots up to the ropes on my elbows and felt my heart sink. I was certain there was no way I was going to be getting out of this tie. I had only a little experience in being tied, all of it over the last couple weekends, but I just knew, sort of like instinct, that I would not be working my way free of this one.
He got off the bed and looked down at me. I could see that he was breathing a little hard and there was a bulge in his pants. I looked up to meet his eyes, then asked, “This all?”
“That's all. I don't think you'll be getting free from that.”
“You base that observation on experience?” I asked, my alter ego feisty up to the very end.
“Yes. Had a girlfriend named Brenda who liked to try to get out of being tied up. She was pretty good. So I learned how to tie her better than she could get free from. The hogtie was the best way.”
“I'll bet. You have done a good job,” I admitted. “I guess you have tied up a girl or two.”
“A few. But that was years ago. I'm rusty at it.”
“Pretty tight for rusty,” I commented drily.
“Some things you don't forget. Like riding a bicycle.” He grinned at me, and I smiled back.
“Could you do two things for me?” I asked.
“What?”
“Tell me your name.”
“Brian. And the other thing?”
“Scratch my nose. It itches.”
He put his hand next to my nose and I rubbed it on his knuckles.
“Thanks,” I said. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some serious struggling to do.”
“Of course, my dear. One full hour, I believe you asked for.” Now that he had me all naked and tied up, he was more relaxed. “Will that be enough, or would you like two hours?”
He was teasing me because we both knew that I couldn't get out of those ropes…
"Compelled to Bondage"
