Tales of the Rope

Tales of the Rope
by John Savage
Published by Running Wolf Books
Copyright 2010 John Savage
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Books by John Savage
Kuala Island Bondage Adventure
Pain is the Best Teacher
Paradise Hotel
Abandoned
Alien Property
Amazon’s Revenge
The Amazon and the Sacrifice
An Eternity of Pain

Brigand’s Captives 1
Brigand’s Captives 2
Compelled to Bondage
Conquering Dawn
Criminally Insane
Evil Woman
Gift Wrapped
Honor Slave
How to Turn a Bad Wife into a Good Slave 1
How to Turn a Bad Wife into a Good Slave 2
I Want Pain
I Want to be a Prisoner
Island of Submission
Loving Torment
Marla’s Submissive Secrets
Missing Penny
Enslavement for Two
Sold, Packaged and Shipped
Slavegirl in Training 3
Raven and the Slave

Nazi Terror
Planet of Slavers
Lunar Lockup
Rope Streaking
Ropes and Ice
Ropes and Spurs
Sacrifice to an Angry God
Savage World: Slave Bondage
Savage World 2: Revenge Bondage
School for Torture
School for Torture 2: Return to Hell
Slave of the Internet
Slave Safari
Slavegirl in a Kr’ll Prison
Slavegirl in Training
Slavegirl in Training 2
Slavegirl: Sandra’s Story
Serena’s Story
Slavegirls of Dragon’s Lair
Slavegirls of the Third Reich

Slaves of a Barbarian World
SS Unit 43
Strange Desires
Submissive of the Castle
Suffer, Witch, Suffer
Tales of the Rope
The Amazon League
The Barbarian and the Amazons
The Beauty and the Saddle Tramp
The Club
The Dungeon Master
The Fantasy Machine
The Ghost Who Loved Ropes
The Girl Who Loves Ropes
The Great Ponygirl Race
The Kinkiest Girl in Town 1
The Kinkiest Girl in Town 2
The Lord High Executioner
The Pirates and the Amazons
The Prince’s New Slavegirl

The Slave Who Sold Herself
Tanya’s Toy
The Taking of Sarah MacDonnell
Time Jump into Bondage
Time Jump into Bondage 2
Torture is My Business
Tortured Sacrifice
The Escape Artist Series
Escape Artist
Escape Artist 2 - Imprisonment in Japan
Escape Artist In Trouble
School for Escape Artists
The Great Escape Artist Contest
Deadly Escapes
Sled Speed, Private Dick Series
Kidnapped Sorority Sister
Kidnapped!
Experiments in Pain
The Case of the Kidnapped Countess
The Case of the Mad Scientist

Secret Agent Blaze Series
Tortured Spies
Blaze ‘n’ Saddles
Blaze to the Rescue
The Rope Girls Adventures
The Curse and the Rope 1
The Curse and the Rope 2
The Rope Girls and the Haunted Prison
The Rope Girls and the Las Vegas Vampires
Repression Series
Repression
Repression 2 - Rebellion
Repression 3 - Revenge
Repression 4 - Retribution
The Great Enslavement Series
The Great Enslavement 1
The Great Enslavement 2
The Great Enslavement 3
A Passion for Bondage Series
A Passion for Bondage 1: Vicky’s Story, Part 1

A Passion for Bondage 2: Vicky’s Story, Part 2
A Passion for Bondage 3: Vicky’s Story, Part 3
A Passion for Bondage 4: Double Kidnapping
A Passion for Bondage 5: Mayleen Gets Lucky
A Passion for Bondage 6: A Kinky Club Forms
A Passion for Bondage 7: The Long Timers
A Passion for Bondage 8: Hell’s Belles Halloween Party
Co-authored with Susan Strict
The Temple of Vesta
Two for Torture
The Barbarian and the Amazons
Non-BDSM books by John Savage
Blood, Lust and War
Demon for Hire
The Bone Breaker
The Punisher
Witches and Demons
The Frightened Ghost
Contact: You may email John at [email protected] or go to www.johnsavages.com
Chapter 1: Fantasy No. 28

The woman at the door was a real looker. Long blonde hair framed a stunningly beautiful face before it cascaded down past bare
shoulders. The low cut dress of red satin revealed the tops of very large, creamy breasts then narrowed to a slender waist before
flaring out to sensuous hips. The dress ended not far below those hips, revealing long, very shapely legs. The high heels were of
black leather and lifted the perfect body five inches higher.
Gary swallowed hard and forced his stare upwards from the promise of a magnificent pair of breasts. “Yes,” he managed to get
out.
“Gary Lockwood?” Her voice was the most sensuous sound he had ever heard.
“Yes.”
She smiled and angels sang. “My name is Monique and I’ve been looking for you. May I come in?”
Not caring whatever it was she was selling, Gary stood back to let her in. He would buy anything from this gorgeous hunk of
woman. She swayed her hips into his front room and crossed to the sofa. He watched with eyes glued to the backs of those
lovely legs. Setting her briefcase down, she turned and sat, crossing her legs with a motion that made the tight dress pull up until
there was hardly any of her legs not showing and strong hints of the treasure hidden just out of sight in the shadow between
them.
Gary gulped and managed to stumble to the chair opposite the incredible creature.
“You sent in a letter to the editor of ‘Bondage Lover’s Express’. A letter signed ‘Tightknot’.” It was not a question. Gary’s jaw
dropped opened. “How did you know that?”
“I read it.”
“But... But how did you find out it was from me?”
“I talked to the editor.”
“I don’t think he would give out a writer’s address.”
“I bribed him,” came the simple reply.
“I thought he was honest.”

“When you have a body like this, men will do anything for you.” Gary did not feel inclined to dispute her statement. She leaned
forward and continued. “Your letter complained about the lack of truly tight bondage in that magazine. You lamented loose ropes
and knots where fingers could reach them. ‘If she can escape, why tie her?’ you said.”
Gary nodded.
“I fully agree. You went on to describe a couple of bondage positions and how to make the female completely immobile, totally
escape proof, and very tightly tied. Can you actually tie a woman like that?”
Gary nodded. “I had a girlfriend when I was a teenager,” he replied. “I used to tie Sharon up all the time. It got to be a contest to
invent tighter and more restrictive positions. I had to be good; she was very good at escaping.”
“Did she? Escape?”
“Only at first. Then I got so good she never could escape. The contest sort of became to find inventive new ways to tie her.”
Monique slid forward to the edge of the sofa and stretched her longs legs out before her, with the legs side by side and touching,
not with one ankle over the other as most women would have done. With a deep breath that did wonders for her chest
development she begged, “Please tie me up.”
Gary was deeply touched by her simple plea. But still a little puzzled. Things were moving a bit fast. “But why me?”
“I know that I have to have the best. That editor ties girls well in his magazine, but there is always the lingering feeling that they
could have been tied tighter. That the ropes should be a little deeper into her flesh. That there should be a few more knots,
farther away from her fingers. You understand, don’t you?”
“Very much. I often get the same feeling. But I haven’t tied up a girl in years. My wife doesn’t like it...”
“And she is out of town,” interrupted Monique. “Visiting her sister in New York.”
“How do you know that?”
“I bribed the mailman. You’d be surprised how much a mailman knows in a town this size.”
“Well, yes, she is gone. But I don’t have any ropes.”
Monique smiled and opened the brief case. Inside was a large collection of ropes, mostly white cotton clothesline, all coiled up.
Gary gulped. And this had started out looking like such a boring weekend.

He touched a couple coils. “All new. But they’ve been washed. To take out the starch?” Monique nodded. “Well...” He had trouble
finding the next words.
Monique stood up and reached behind her back for the zipper. A few delightful wiggles and the dress was a red circle around her
high heels. The body revealed was every bit as good as promised. There was no bra, but none was needed. The large breasts
were firm and had perfect shape. Modesty was served by a very skinny piece of black lace about her hips and covering, barely,
her pubic patch, which showed that she had shaved all the hair off down there. Submissively she turned and crossed her wrists
behind her back. Her head bowed and she stood there waiting.
With slightly trembling fingers, Gary picked up a small coil of rope and approached the nearly naked woman standing in the
middle of his front room. Without thinking, his fingers tied a small loop in the end of the rope. That loop then made a larger loop
that would slide tighter as the rope was pulled.
“Of course,” she said, “you may not wish to do the total job here.” Was she breathing a little harder? “Perhaps your garage?” He
passed the loop around the crossed wrists and pulled it tight. As he added more wrappings, she said sweetly, “I’m sure there will
be rafters and things you’ll need...”
Gary gulped and knotted the rope. He had wrapped the rope both ways around the wrists and cinched down those windings. The
final knots were up between her wrists on the top, the farthest point from the fingers. He smiled. It didn’t look like the beautiful
woman would be able to untie that rope by herself. He still remembered how to tie. Maybe it was like riding a bicycle – you never
forget. With increasing confidence, he picked up another coil of rope, made another loop, and slipped the loop over her neck.
“Come along, it’s the garage for you,” he said as firmly as he could. Monique seemed very happy.
The garage was designed for three cars and was rather spacious. There were two heavy wooden posts, rafters and several
metal rings and hooks along the walls, mostly used for holding gardening tools. Monique’s high heels clicked loudly on the
concrete floor.
There was silence while she stood with head bowed, obviously awaiting something. Ideas rushed frantically through Gary’s head
as he tried to think of a bondage position that would please this gorgeous creature. It was she who broke the silence.