Tie me up!

Keeping New Resolutions: Try Something New

He’d tied my wrists behind me within a minute of my coming into the flat. 

“My special place”, he said and pulled me down onto the floor. My hands tugged behind me at the ropes wildly as I half fell onto my stomach. He straddled me and grabbed some rope of the carpet. Ankled me, if you know what I mean. Then ankles to wrists. A different rope round my legs above the knees. He rolled and shifted me like I was a doll. Grabbed my nose with a finger and thumb till my mouth gasped wide and he stuffed in some balled up stuff. Then the bandana. 

Then the thump with the ball of a hand to the base of my skull. He got up “Got that?” he said. “Got who’s boss? Better nod, mate”

I nodded. He went out. Closed the door. Turned a key in the lock. 

The ropes held me tight, wrists against ankles. What was he so angry about? He’d no reason. Maybe that was his game. I tried to listen for sounds of movement. Music. The sort of guy maybe who listens to music to get into the mood for something. 

Only the gag gave me a bit of hope. Tight, but only tied over my mouth. Maybe because hewas angry. The ropes were secure. But the gagged?  I pulled with my jaw, twisted my head one way and then the other. The bandana slipped a fraction. I pushed with my tongue against  the balled-up stuff in my mouth. The bandana still held it in. Don’t know why, I thrashed with my body instead of focussing on the gag. Nothing but hurt. Tried again with my jaw and tongue.

i couldn’t decide on an outro/ending to this out of 3 options so i did a different one for twitter, tumblr, and bluesky