Tangled Ropes

With a skip and a hop, Bret moved about the Suburban to evaluate how bad things were. The tires had lost a lot of rubber from all that spinning Lacey had imposed on them. This would make the extraction a lot harder. The angle was super steep and would make the front tires minimally helpful. The tow points were unobstructed. This would take a bit of time, but the thought of the cool water waiting below gave Bret hope.

Taking off his back pack, Bret began working to set up the extraction. Making sure not to overspend energy, he quickly set up the rig and checked everything twice.

Lacey’s curiosity was getting the best of her. The way Bret moved, whenever he was in view, showed passion and care that was unfamiliar to her. Most men she had dated were never this focused or showed that much empathy. They tended to use brute force to solve everything. Not Bret. He was calculating and efficient.

With her feelings cooling, Lacey climbed out of her SUV from the passenger side. The rope work that she saw was amazing. There were white ropes, red ropes, blue ropes, green ropes, and one yellow strap. The pattern looked very beautiful. Bret had used two tow-hook points and had divided the load across several ropes to several anchor points a bit higher up the incline. And, he had used very low anchoring points to counter the incline of the SUV. Lacey was very impressed. This man knew his outdoor rigging very well.

Taking a break from his work, Bret watched Lacey examining his work. He felt a strong tug of pride knowing that his handiwork had impressed Lacey, who clearly was familiar with rope-work.

As soon as she got close to him, Bret afforded himself the luxury of putting his arm around her small waist, hoping she interpreted it as him securing her on the steep path… for safety reasons. Lacey turned, trying to hide her surprise at the comforting feel of his hand on her. His lips appeared to want to kiss her and her heart begged to taste them.

The warmth in Lacey’s eyes gave Bret all the permission he wanted to go ahead and kiss Lacey. However, his understanding of first date rules didn’t allow this. However, because it was part two of a date, it could be counted as date number two. Teasingly, Bret leaned in for a kiss but stopped a millimeter short and moved to the side. Whispering, Bret informed Lacey that she would have to drive as he worked the ropes to pull her truck free.

With her heart racing, Lacey tried to steady herself. The way his body had felt, so close, so perfect, so strong, so protective, so capable… her knees were feeling weak. Had she misread Bret? Was he really trying to whisper his instructions and she had assumed he was going for a kiss?

Watching Lacey return to the SUV was making Bret hot. Her hips moved in the most mesmerizing of ways. The way her breast had risen with her anticipation of a kiss was shooting lighting bolts of heat through all of his body. Lacey’s body was calling him to craft all manners of pleasures for her. And her perfume was from the heavens.

Biting his tongue, Bret forced himself not to follow Lacey and turn his attention to the ropes. The sooner he could get her free, the sooner he’d free her mind through the tools of bondage. But… to be strong… and focus.

Several plumes of dust and smoke later

The freedom journey to the oasis was quite exhilarating. Lacey felt a draw towards Bret unlike any she’d ever felt for any man before. Very respectful. Helpful to a fault. Kind. Sensitive to her needs, her moods, her thoughts. Bret could have taken advantage of the situation on numerous occasions but hadn’t. He was allowing her to feel secure and safe every step of the way.

Bret was spent from his efforts to get the Suburban free. The cool water was all he wanted to enjoy. However, the way Lacey was looking at him, he knew his window of luck was open. What would happen afterward was another story entirely.

Opening the trunk in the cove, Bret revealed a few deserts to reset the romantic mood. Lacey seemed all to happy to settle in and move the date forward. The conversations soon found their way over to the theme of handcuffs. Through their blushing and laughter, it soon became clear to Lacey that Bret was serious about wanting to know someone who took bondage seriously.

Up to this date, Lacey had not had a serious enough relationship to play in a kinky way. Few men were tough enough to handle her strength. Forget addressing her sass. A side Bret had not yet seen, and probably would not see on their first date.

Out of the blue, Lacey teased Bret about his ability to focus when a woman threw her best naughtiness his way. Unswayed, Bret beamed back a confident smile. Reaching over towards Lacey, he offered her a sample of his desert. He watched her toy with the spoon in the most provocative of licks, suggesting what she’d do to him if given the chance. Most men would have blushed and some had fumbled and dropped their spoon. One even prematurely soiled himself. Bret seemed to expect this from Lacey and was not visibly moved.

After some more flirting and dancing around the idea of being kinky, Bret pulled up his bag and opened it. Before revealing his next surprise, he informed Lacey that his victory to the date location meant that she was going to experience a once in a life time trust building experience.

With widening eyes, the reality of defeat started to weigh in on Lacey. The way Bret teased with his bag made Lacey’s stomach tighten. She had lost. To add insult to injury, Bret had rescued her after his victory with zero gloating. Stiffening her posture, Lacey conceded the loss and accepted the consequences.

Bret pouted. He exaggerated feeling wounded. His eyes, big, round, tugged at her heart’s string. The man was past her defenses. Even if she wanted to make him wait a bit before giving him any physical satisfaction, his eyes had won over her fading resistance.

The ropes were now visible. Lacey’s breath slipped out of her mouth. The combination of strong nylon cliff climbing ropes with made-for-the-bedroom-only sheer colored nylon ties suggested this man was very serious about his kink.

Lacey exhaled. She always wanted to know what it was like to be secured in tight roping. However. Out in the middle of nowhere was pushing the limits of her trust.

Bret explained what he was hoping to do with Lacey’s blessings. He expanded on the various ways she could ask for a break and an exit from this process. Bret meticulously explained how the emergency releases worked, all the various safety precautions he had in place and what he had set up in place for a worst case scenario to ensure her safety. He repeatedly paused to watch her reaction to ensure she understood and was fully aware of what was going to happen.

Once all her questions were answered, as Lacey had several, Bret felt comfortable that the consent was clear and not emotionally driven. Lacey’s heart was beating very fast. She was so glad she had practiced plenty of yoga. There was a tremendous amount of trust being asked of her and Bret had gone well above and beyond to make it easy for her to feel comfortable with this big ask.

The plan was to secure Lacey with ropes in a very pretty yoga pose. Then, using the more delicate nylon as padding, another round of ropes was going to secure her to the hoisting mechanism. Once suspended, her rear was going to get spanked. After her spanking, to help cool things off, she would be lowered into the cool pool. Once in, Bret would dive below and would unleash a custom made toy to tease and tantalize her skin with pleasure. After that, she’d be brought back on dry grown, a new pose would be crafted and a spreader bar would hold her legs in place as ice cubes would be used to create another round of pleasure.

If all went well, when they were done, they would have a very pleasurable experience. Bret reviewed one last time all the “exit” points and safe words. Lacey was very excited. This was going to be her first real bondage experience. What could go wrong?