Carol's Wish

“Tie me up.”
I turned to look at Carol. “What did you say?”
“I told you, Diana, tie me up!”
Carol and I had known each other for four years, but this had never happened before. She liked peace and
quiet and had bought a small house in a village on the outskirts of the city, where we often spent weekends.
I took a slow breath and gazed at her. She had just come out of the bathroom after a shower, and looking at her, I
felt a sudden dizziness. I knew about her love for leather; in fact, I was wearing
a long-sleeved, knee-length leather skirt myself, but she, tightly wrapped in a black, tight-fitting bodysuit, had
rosy cheeks, dreamy eyes, and glistening water droplets in her hair that shimmered in the sunlight, looking absolutely radiant
.
I steadied myself and asked, “Why do you want me to tie you up?”
“Well,” she forced a smile, “I think it’s time to be honest.”
I didn’t speak, still looking at her.
“Many years ago, I fell in love with the feeling of being tied up, and I often indulged in self-bondage. It started when…”
“I know what self-bondage is,” I interrupted her.
Carol seemed a little relieved, and she continued, “No matter how I tie myself up
or curl up, I know I can break free, but for about a year now, I’ve been fantasizing about
being tightly bound, unable to escape. I simply can’t do it myself. Can you help me
?”
I paced around the room, trying to remain calm and suppress my agitation.
Finally, I turned to her. “If I might not let go of you, would you be afraid? Or might I
hurt you, or even worse?” She came closer, put her arms around my neck, and gently kissed me. She said,
“Diana, I have no family, and I have no other real friends besides you. You can do whatever you want
; I am yours. And I’ve already spoken to everyone I know in this village, telling them I
’m going abroad for a while. Now, are you willing?”
I asked slowly, “Are you really going to do this?”
“I’ve been thinking about this for a whole year,” she replied. “Come on.”
She led me to a basement room I had seen before, but
I had never been inside because Carol had always kept the door locked. As soon as I entered, I was stunned. It was completely decorated like a
cave, with no windows and no way out except for the thick wooden door. I
realized that if this door and the door on the stairs were closed, no matter how loud the noise inside,
it wouldn’t be heard from the yard. Carol showed me her large bundle of rope and various binding
tools. I held her small hand and gazed at her silently; she met my gaze firmly. "Are you really
, really sure you want all this? Don't answer." She was about to speak when I put my finger to her
lips to stop her. "Listen, if I tie you up, I'll lock you in here until
8 p.m." It was only 10 a.m.
"If you can break free, you can tie me up, but if you can't,
you'll be trapped here until I come back. You'll be hungry and thirsty, forced into
a painful position, and if you need to relieve yourself, you'll have to do it right there and then wait for me to return in your excrement
. Do you understand?" "I understand," Carol replied immediately. “I just gave myself an enema before you came
, and I haven’t eaten or drunk anything since yesterday morning
. Regular dieting is a good way to flush out toxins,” she laughed,
a sly glint in her eyes. “And it’s also a motivator for you, you promised that if I could
untie myself, I could tie you up, right?”
“Great, there’s a bamboo cane upstairs. If I can untie myself and tie you up, I’ll use it to
spank your bottom, okay?”
I imagined being spanked by Carol and had to admit, the idea certainly motivated me
to keep her under my control. “Anything else to add?” she pressed.
I told her that seeing a beautiful girl tightly bound made me incredibly
excited, and her eyes widened involuntarily.
“Darling, you shouldn’t have hidden these things from me,” she complained. “If I had known sooner,
we could have enjoyed all of this much sooner. What are we waiting for? Let’s get started.”
I saw a large iron cage at one end of the room, with an iron bed inside. The lock and
key were hanging on the cage door. I took her arm, led her into the cage, and locked the door from the outside. As I put
the key in my pocket, Carol didn’t say a word, silently watching me from behind the bars.
“I’m going out to buy some things,” I said. “You wait here for me to come back and think about what you’re going to do
.” I walked out, and as I reached the door, I turned back and added, “If you let me tie you up
and you can’t break free, I’ll make you my slave.”
The moment I closed the door, Carol’s gazing eyes and slightly parted lips were etched deeply into my
mind.
Two hours later, I returned to the basement.
“Carol, have you made up your mind?”
“I’ve thought about it many times, darling, and my answer is still the same. If I can’t untie this, I’ll
be your pet, your slave, or whatever you want me to be.”
I threw her a pair of shackles, the chains between them only six inches long, so she couldn’t escape. She
didn’t complain at all and fastened them to her feet. I opened the door and slipped inside.
I made her put her hands behind her back, palms facing each other, and then tied her wrists with a cotton rope.
I tied it carefully and neatly, but not too tightly. First, I wrapped it five times horizontally, then two times vertically, tightened it, and
finally tied a knot. There were still about two feet of rope left, which I let hang down. Then I found another rope and started…
I tied her elbows. I was glad Carol was so flexible; her
elbows pressed together without me having to tighten the ropes, which caused her less pain. After tying her elbows, I tied
the ropes hanging from her wrists together with the ropes around her elbows. I think she must have realized by now that she
couldn't break free; she stood obediently, but two red blushes had risen to her cheeks. Next,
I used a long rope to tie several times around her breasts, then passed it under her armpits, around her back
, to the front, and back again, tightening the horizontal ropes to secure her arms tightly to her upper body
. The excess rope hung down from one side of her neck, passed under the rope above her breasts, then through
the rope below her breasts, pulled up, and wrapped the ropes above and below her breasts together, then came back around the other side of her neck
and tied a knot. Her breasts were squeezed high by the ropes, seemingly about to burst forth.
I continued tying a rope tightly around her waist, making a knot in front, leaving a four-foot-long end
. I passed the rope between her legs, through the rope on her wrists, back around her legs, and
tightened it around her waist. The rope dug deep into her genitals, causing her to gasp for breath.
I tied the remaining end of the rope to the rope pressing against her chest. This way, no matter how much she struggled, it
would either constrict her lower body or her breasts—enough to keep her in check, I chuckled to myself. After finishing
, I blindfolded her. She remained standing still, but the gag in her mouth
startled her completely. As I tightened the belt behind her head, she began to whimper.
I tossed the mattress aside and laid her on the bed. When her face touched the hard mattress
, she couldn't help but groan again. I untied her shackles and tightly bound her ankles together.
After tightening the ropes, I used the remaining rope to bind the insteps of her feet as well. Next came her calves, thighs,
and then I used another rope to thread through the restraints on her wrists and ankles, tightening it forcefully to arch her body
. Another rope was led from her ankles and tied to the foot of the bed, secured tightly. Finally, I
tied the last remaining rope to the D-ring in front of her gag and secured it tightly to the headboard.
After binding her, I took out the DV camera I had brought back from outside. It didn't need a cord; I just
needed to connect it to the TV upstairs to watch a personal bondage show! I put the DV camera away, left
the room, and slammed the door shut. I heard Carol moaning outside, but that
was all she could do; I was certain of it.
I went upstairs, took a shower, and then had a nice, relaxing meal. It was just past 3 p.m. I turned on
the TV and started watching Carol's performance. I have to say, it was incredibly boring. A
slight tremor, a slight spasm—that was all she could do.
Around 5 p.m., I took a nap in Carol's room, then got up, ate dinner,
checked the time—it was exactly 8 p.m.—and went down to the basement.
When I opened the door, Carol desperately turned her head and whimpered at me. I untied her from the bed
, untying the ropes binding her hands and feet, helped her sit up, and removed her blindfold and gag
. Her lips trembled incessantly. It took a long time before I could feed her some water to soothe her throat.
She looked at me and said, "Diana, I couldn't break free. Am I your slave now?" "Of course
, darling," I told her. I told her that for the next week, she would be as if she had disappeared from the world
—without money, without shelter, without even an identity. She listened for a while, then, ignoring
the pain of the ropes digging deep into her legs, she forced herself to kneel.
"I will obey you wholeheartedly, my master," she said, raising her head. "May I have a name
?" "You can be called Carol," I said, but we both knew it was a completely new name,
the name of a slave. I decided that Carol could sleep in the same bed with me tonight, but I wasn't going to give her
any freedom whatsoever. She changed into a leather outfit and lay down on the bed, her arms wrapped in bandages at her sides, her legs tightly
bound, and her mouth still gagged. I lay beside her and asked how she was doing; her answer was a
satisfied sigh.
We spent some happy times together. I would occasionally let Carol into the village, but only to
prevent others from suspecting her whereabouts. The rest of the time, she lived the life she had always dreamed of, as my
doll, bound, gagged, and locked in her basement.

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