Stories of Tie Up Games

A 'swords and sandals' tale, inspired by all those Arnie movies of the early 1980s, like 'Conan the Barbarian' and 'Red Sonja.' Meaning no stockings and suspenders here, as such items really only became prevalent as lingerie in the 1920s. This tale is based long before then.







As I looked out across the plain, I will admit that there was degree of fear within me. I am human after all and I knew that the size of the enemy forces drawing up to battle against me, meant an almost inevitable defeat. But the largest emotion coursing throughout my body was one of a steely determination. For I knew and trusted every one of the considerably smaller army of mine, one vastly inferior in size to those about to oppose us in combat. The hordes ruled, and commanded by the cruel and evil Warrior Queen, Mathilde. A true tyrant and despot, one who had demanded that I surrender my small Kingdom to her, almost as soon as her father, the decent and honest King Charles, had succumbed to his illness.

However, what my force lacked in sheer quantity, it made up for in pure quality. My men, like I say all known personally to me, were all handpicked, experienced, brave and loyal. This situation then, reminded me as a wry smile emerged on my lips, of the Three Hundred Spartans and their King Leonidas at the Battle of Thermopylae in Greece. Facing certain defeat and death, but utterly determined to make the cost of said death extremely expensive and said victory for the enemy almost pyrrhic, with the terrain I had selected for the upcoming battle rendering that prospect very real.

For knowing what I did about her the one thing I did resolve is that I must NOT allow myself to fall into her hands and power. If I was to be defeated by her, I was going to fight to the death. I would go down fighting, I was going to take as many of her minions into the underworld with me as I could. No way was I going to allow myself to be taken alive. After all, that would almost certainly result in my death anyway, but at the hands and manner of choosing of Mathilde. It would definitely be painful and embarrassing, just to satisfy her evil bloodlust, and for her to make some sort of point about her power over me to the rest of the world. I was determined that even if defeated I would NOT allow her this pleasure.

As Mathilde’s hordes rushed towards us, no doubt expecting us to run at the mere sight of them, instead they found themselves confronted by a disciplined, solid ‘shield wall’ formed by determined and skilled troops. Upon which many of them perished upon our short, but very effective swords, without making any progress at all in their desperate attempts to break said wall. And unable to simply out-flank us, because we were located within a narrow mountain pass, sheer rock rising sharply on either side. As I say, just like at Thermopylae, although there it was the sea that had protected one of the Spartan’s flanks.

Falling back swiftly in total disarray after this first assault, leaving behind the bodies of vast numbers of their comrades, with very few of our number having fallen. But, with Mathilde in command there was no prospect of the day being abandoned by her hordes. On and on they came again, but in a slightly more disciplined order by now. Which began to tell.

For if it was true that for every one of my men that fell, at least six of hers did so in return, those were losses at a rate that she could afford to sustain, and I could not. And, by the time that my army had been depleted to a mere handful, the one situation I feared above all occurred, not that I realised it at all. For one of her minions brought a battle axe crashing down upon my helmet. But he did so with the face of said axe, and not the edge. Meaning that I was immediately sent into the state of unconsciousness, instead of death, as I fell to the ground, out cold, but most definitely not dead. Upon the sight of which caused the small number of my exhausted force to lose heart, and they finally surrendered to the evil Mathilde.

Therefore, when I emerged from the state of unconsciousness, roughly thirty minutes later, I discovered that my most ardent fear had come to pass. I was now the cruel Mathilde’s complete captive, firmly held in her hands and power, and utterly helpless. For while I’d been out cold, my armour had been totally removed, in fact all I now wore were my underpants. I had a solid leather collar fitted around my neck, complete with ‘D’ rings mounted within it, at the front and the rear. For two small padlocks were holding either end of a length of chain to these, both in front and behind me. The rear one had been fed through the equivalent ‘D’ rings of the solid and secure, leather cuffs that surrounded my wrists, holding my arms behind my back, and with their buckles padlocked firmly shut.

Identical cuffs had been placed around my ankles, and a chain linked to the front ring of my collar had also been fed through their ‘D’ rings, forcing me into an almost ball shape, my legs doubled up upon themselves. But this wasn’t the end of my predicament.

For I came to, finding myself sitting in the middle of a rope net, just ever so slightly lifted, so that more padlocks held the chains linking my wrist and ankle cuff sets respectively, to the some of the rope forming part of the net. And when it became noticed that I had awakened, Mathilde’s men pulled the drawstring mounted within the edge of the net, pulling it tightly into the same sort of ball shape, that my body had been forced into. Surrounding me completely, and then they’d tied said drawstring shut, holding me within. The rest of the tie was then secured to a stout wooden pole, which several of Mathilde’s men lifted into the air, so I was suspended, then securing each of the ends to a saddle mounted upon two large cart horses. And as if this wasn’t enough ignominy for me, I had been placed facing backwards, I wouldn’t be able to where we were going, when obviously we would set off, each horse becoming mounted but would have to view where we had been instead.

However, I was to soon discover that this action had been planned and fully intentionally done. For shortly afterwards I heard the approach of more horse’s hooves, from behind, therefore within my line of sight, that of a thoroughbred destrier this time. And I’m sure it will surprise none of you to learn, that its rider was none other than Mathilde herself. Having come with gloating as very much her first aim of the day. “Is the current arrangement to your complete satisfaction, Your Majesty?” Asked in a VERY sarcastic manner, naturally. “Now, I’m sure that you’re expecting a quick death once we arrive back at my castle, but no. I’ve no intention of just killing you, I want you alive and utterly humiliated! Oh, yes, I’m going to very much enjoy holding you within my power!” And the evil smile upon her face simply confirmed her dark intentions, and I will admit, filled my own thoughts with total fear.

Having removed her helmet, replacing it with her crown, Mathilde then ordered, “MOVE ON!”
Off we set, until belong long the Queen ordered us to stop, when, to me anyway, a pitiful sight came into view. It was the few survivors, only about thirty or so, of my former army. And the sight of them filled me with utter despair.

Just like myself they each had been stripped of any armour, just wearing underpants and some sort of sandal type shoes. Their necks and wrists, as mine, were surrounded by leather collars and cuffs, with chains linking those, just as I had been subjected to. Small lengths of chain then imprisoned the front of each man, to the rear of the one in front, except for the leading man, of course. Each one also wore a leather mask, with holes just formed around their mouths and nostrils, so totally blinding them all. They had been formed into two lines, and behind them each line had been shackled to the yokes of a large and heavy cart, which was loaded. For, you see, the horses that had pulled said cart to this battlefield, were the very ones that were now acting as my method of travel!

“Yes, Your Majesty,” again said with a really sarcastic tone, “take a look at your ‘army!’ For these creatures now belong to ME! Totally, utterly and completely. And every single one of them is going to pay for choosing to take part in your pathetic attempts to thwart my plans for what used to be your Kingdom. Because of that defiance, none of them will ever see their wives, their children or their homes again. No, and as you can see this is a process that has already commenced, with them replacing the horses that now transport you, they now only exist to provide labour for my needs. They will find themselves either in my mines, the fields of my plantations or the sites of my construction projects. Once there, they will be worked to death, no doubt praying for that state of affairs to release them from their lifelong bondage to me!” I had no doubt that Mathilde meant every word that she had spoken, and it truly broke my heart, to see these loyal men, many of whom I knew well, subjected like this. I was actually thankful that they had been blindfolded, as it meant I couldn’t look any of them into their eyes!

Mathilde’s voice soon rang out again, to order our column to move on once more, and I was also grateful that it wasn’t long before I couldn’t see any of those former friends and colleagues anymore. Feeling very ashamed for that, further adding to my extreme distress.

It took over five hours to reach Mathilde’s castle, during which time physical pain in the form of extreme cramp, added itself to my utter humiliation and fear. So, I was actually relieved once we arrived there. To have the pole that my net prison had been tied to, removed from its equestrian mounts, and carried by four strong men into the depths of the building. I could see as this little procession stopped right by a stout, solid door, which not only featured a lock, but also a strong bolt on the outside. The entrance to my new ‘quarters’ it appeared. Especially as once the lock had been unfastened and the bolt slid open, we entered. Into a room that was very much larger than I’d expected, and actually furnished quite well, to a far larger degree than the normal state of the traditional dungeon cell. Once inside the party was joined by two more of her troops, each carrying a crossbow, aimed at me of course.

Because now, I was released from the net at last, together with the chains, leather cuffs and collar that had held me so effectively. But, that aforementioned cramp, not to mention the presence of the two bowmen made escape utterly impossible. Now my captor addressed me. “Welcome to my domain, Your Majesty. This room is just where you will remain until I decide just what fate I intend for you.” With that she turned and left the room, followed by her staff, the last being the two bowmen, their crossbows still pointing in my direction, as they backed out. Then the door was slammed shut, the lock activated, the bolt slid home, there to be padlocked in position, as if that was needed. Leaving me totally trapped within this room, spacious and quite luxurious it might well have been, but it was still a prison cell at the end of the day. Meaning I was simply now the helpless captive of the cruel and evil Queen Mathilde.

As I was simply left to languish in this cell, relatively comfortable though it was, for over a week; it did appear that she’d simply forgotten about me. Sure, during that time I was fed and watered, and decent quality fodder too, not the normal prison slop, but other than that I was basically ignored. Left to just ponder what fate the evil Queen had in mind for me. And it’s funny just what the mind can come up with when it has so much time on its hands to conjure all sorts of imaginative ideas. But it didn’t consider just what Mathilde proved to have in store for me, when on the eighth day of my incarnation the door finally opened.

Again, the two crossbowmen entered first. And then, acting as if she owned the place, oh, well actually she did, in strode Mathilde, looking stunningly beautiful dressed in leather. Followed by a couple of servants, carrying that leather collar and cuff set that was so familiar. Into which within a minute I had been bound again.

A lead was connected to my front ‘D’ ring, and I was pulled out of the room, being led away by no less than Mathilde herself, although having had a very effective blindfold placed over my eyes, I was unaware that my ‘tug’ was the leather clad Queen. Led through the castle again, until we entered another room, containing a large four poster bed, fitted with curtains, and a very comfortable looking chair. Not that I could see any of this, with that blindfold still in place.

Where it remained, as the chain that held my arms to the collar was removed. Not that this state of relative freedom would remain for long, of course. No, I was positioned sitting on the bed, close to the head end, when I felt a chain being padlocked to the nearest wrist cuff, the other end being padlocked to another cuff, fastened to the corner bed post. I was now chained to the bed.

Mathilde’s minions soon manoeuvred me into the spread-eagled position that I would remain in for as long as Mathilde wished me to, but they also removed my last remaining item of clothing, leaving me chained and naked. Surely not I told myself, I wasn’t going to be shagged by Mathilde, was I? A prospect that revolted me and excited me at the same time. She was evil and cruel, but also, as said earlier, stunningly beautiful and very sexy! Well, if that was her intention, what could I do to stop her now?

As it turned out though, whilst I was about to be shagged, it wasn’t going to be by Mathilde. Now the blindfold was removed, but I couldn’t see anything, as the bed’s curtains were now closed around me. As Mathilde sat herself down on that aforementioned chair, I heard her voice ring out, “bring in the girl!”

Again, I had to rely on my sense of hearing to guess what was occurring outside of the bed, but I assumed a very frightened young woman had been led into the room, and I imagined positioned in front of the Queen. For a voice rang out, not Mathilde’s by the way. “On your knees, in front of your Queen, girl!”

Now I heard Mathilde herself. “What’s your name, girl?”
And a clearly petrified young woman replied. “Kathryn, Queen Mathilde. Although everybody calls me Kathy.”
“Address me as ‘Your Majesty!’ Now then, Kathy, why have you been brought before me?”
“I took a chicken from your kitchens, Your Majesty.”
“You mean that you STOLE a chicken from me!”

I couldn’t even hear the terrified girl’s reply, if she even issued one in speech. She hadn’t in fact, just nodding her head in pure fear. “And what is the normal punishment for stealing, especially from me?”

“To have one of my hands cut off, Your Majesty!”
“Correct! And can you give me one reason why I shouldn’t order that sentence to be carried out right now?”
“No, Your Majesty.” Sounding even more petrified.

“However, that’s not the only punishment I can order. And it’s your lucky day, young Kathy, as I have a task in mind for you. Perform it to my satisfaction, and you will keep both of your hands.”
“What do you require from me, Your Majesty?” Kathy’s voice sounding a tad more hopeful.
“All in good time. But tell me, are you a peasant? And are you older than eighteen years, and therefore old enough to legally marry?”
“Yes, Your Majesty. I have just turned twenty years old, and I am very much a peasant, as are my parents. I stole that chicken because we couldn’t afford to buy food.”
“Good. Just what I needed to hear for my plans for you. And they concern the man who is chained to and inside that bed over there. A man who has very much displeased me, very much indeed. Believe it or not, he had the temerity to call himself ‘King,’ as if he ruled what is part of my domain. KING? Well today he is going to be ‘bought down to earth’ as it were. He is now about to be shagged by a mere peasant girl, you! As I watch! So, Kathy, that is your required task, perform well enough to completely entertain me, and not only do you get to keep your hand, but you’ll also gain yourself a husband too! But, be warned, I’m expecting to see a REAL show from the pair of you, and, believe me, I have very high standards! UNFURL THE CURTAINS!”

Whilst it’s never comfortable to simply hear oneself being discussed as if one isn’t actually physically present, as well as indignation there was, to be honest, a fair amount of pure curiosity flowing within my mind as well. What did this Kathy, destined to become my wife it appeared, look like? Was she sexy, or not? Well, I did receive a positive answer there, as when the curtains to the bed were pulled back, and I caught my first glimpse of her, to either my delight or relief, I wasn’t certain which, I did indeed notice that she was very good looking, fairly tall and slim, after all as she’d said herself she couldn’t afford to overindulge with food. Although, naturally being very poor, the clothes she wore were clearly those of peasant stock, but nevertheless this girl was blessed with a large degree of natural beauty.

Clothes that weren’t destined to remain upon her form for long, as Mathilde issued another command. “STRIP!” Which was obeyed instantly, to be followed by another loud order. “ON TO THAT BED, AND HIM! NOW!”

Nervously, Kathy did as she was told, and at that moment I decided within myself that I was going to assist her with everything I had to give Mathilde the ‘entertainment’ that she had demanded. And my cock reacted to the sight of her naked body, by very much expanding and standing to attention. As her, slightly trembling, form climbed on top of my bound one, I gently whispered into one of her ears. “Relax, Kathy. I promise you that I’ll give you no trouble whatsoever, and I’ll help you as much as I can, to give Mathilde the satisfaction that she’s requiring from us here! Besides,” and I was smiling to her as I said this, “you’re utterly gorgeous and sexy, and I know I’m going to enjoy being shagged by you.” Words said, yes, it is true to calm her down and relax her, but there was a fair amount of accuracy within them.

It took at least one shag before Kathy did calm down enough to start enjoying herself, with myself fully knowing that Mathilde would never be satisfied with her first effort, but once she did relax, her quite considerable sexual skill level began to show itself. Meaning the quality of the sex vastly improved to my relief and joy, and by the third shag I was almost able to dismiss the presence of the Queen within the room, from my mind.

And, once I’d recovered enough for Kathy to use her skills upon me for the fourth time, is when she really excelled, actually causing me to lose myself, simply screaming out “KATHY, OH KATHY, YES, KAATTHHHYYY!” In pure ecstasy, and once I’d managed to come down from this exceptionally high, that I’d been taken to, I knew that I now wanted this girl in my life, and that Mathilde HAD been impressed!

“Very good, girl! I asked you for a show and, by goodness, you’ve just given me one. Now, put your clothes on again, and leave us for a moment. I’ve something to say to your ‘fiancée’ here.”

Still frightened by Mathilde, although like me she’d been able to step outside that fear whilst we were actually shagging, Kathy obeyed, no doubt relieved to have the use of both of her hands still. And left, leaving me still chained to the bed, still at the mercy of Mathilde. Who was now alone with me.

“Well, like I say, I AM impressed! You did seem to rather like her. So, here’s the situation as I see it. I could hold you here, within my castle as my prisoner, doing to you just what I like. What I intended there was maximum humiliation for you, being shagged by a complete peasant. Then I made that promise to her, to force you to marry her, again to cause you anguish. But, despite what you think of me, I’m not ALL evil, I can be considerate. You WILL marry young Kathy, but instead of being kept here, locked up as my prisoners, you can leave the castle and be free to build a life together, out of this castle and within the city. However, there is a condition. You must, publicly, pledge FULL allegiance to me, your rightful Queen.”

What’s the old saying? Oh yes, ‘time to cut cards with the devil.’ Although, as I’m sure you can all appreciate, the mere thought of making such a pledge to her revolted me beyond measure, what was the alternative? To spend the rest of my days as Mathilde’s slave, dragging this girl, who yes, I did have feelings for by now, down with me? So, now I did say the words that I never thought that I would.

“Yes Mathilde, sorry I mean Your Majesty. I will make such a pledge.”

She smiled, the smile of somebody who was getting just what they want, but there did seem to be some degree of warmth within it too. “Good. Well let’s get your now betrothed back in here, shall we? Where you two will now be left alone, and she’ll also have to key to your present chains. I’ll leave it to her to decide if you are to be released from this bed or not!”

Mathilde rose from her chair, and as she proceeded to leave the room, I reflected upon this situation that I now found myself within. For, you see I had never expected to become King, I was the second son of my parents, not the first born. However, the fever had claimed my brother, just before it took my father from this earth, thereby forcing me into becoming King. A role I was, therefore, totally unprepared for, and quite frankly had no desire for. Although I resolved not to allow Mathilde to simply take it from me, and the spirit of resistance that I displayed had actually impressed her, earning her respect, although that is something that she could never admit to publicly, of course! That is why she had no wish to either kill me or keep me as any sort of slave. Naturally she needed to find a fate for me that would appear to be totally humiliating, in appearance to the outside world, and what could be more so than forcing a ‘King’ to marry a peasant girl, and be forced to live amongst her kind? But, and even I had no idea of this, she had been delighted to see Kathy and I, ‘gel’ as it were.

After Mathilde had left, she was replaced within the room by Kathy, with a very dirty smile upon her face, a fully mischievous one. Holding the key to the padlocks the bonds that held me, and it was clear from the look on her face that she had no intention to use it just now. Oh no, she planned to shag me at least once more, before releasing me. Incidentally, once Kathy had entered the door to ‘our’ bedroom was properly locked shut. I hadn’t given my vow yet, and we were still Mathilde’s captives.

In fact, Kathy skilfully bought us both to two more outstanding climaxes before she released me, after which we simply held each other, as the genuine love flowed from my body into hers, and vice versa. By now I’d learned two things this day. One was that I’d become excited beyond measure being bound and subject to a woman’s power. Provided said woman was my Kathy.

A few days later it was time for me to commit myself to being Mathilde’s loyal subject. In front of many of the high-ranking members of her court, I lowered myself onto one knee and uttered the words I had never expected to.

“I pledge full allegiance to my rightful Queen, Mathilde the First. I promise to serve her to the fullest extent of my abilities, in all ways, and agree to forfeit my own life, if I fail to honour this pledge, and prove dis-loyal to my duty to her.”

There, it was said, and now I was her subject. My reward for this. I was now a freeman, not any slave to the Queen, in fact I had no Liege Lord, as Kathy’s parents did for example. And in fact, as I prepared to leave, with Kathy upon my arm, I was approached by their Lord, who had an interesting proposition for me.

For you see, it wasn’t just the quality of my troops that had made Mathilde’s victory over me so expensive in that battle. Before my brother died, and I had to face up to the real prospect of becoming King upon my father’s death, I’d been involved in developing a new and vastly superior method of smelting steel, making it more durable and stronger. So, the weaponry that my army was equipped with, was much better than the ones born by her own. And this was something that this highly intelligent man had fully noted.

His offer to me was quite straightforward and generous. He would purchase my secrets here, sure making the vast amount of profit for himself. But he would pay me very well, placing me in charge of the plant he intended to set up, allowing me to make a good life for myself, and Kathy. You see, I owned nothing, no house and no job. Yes, I could refuse, keeping the secret for myself, but how could I make a living without any means to use it? I felt that this was a man whom I could fully trust, and he would indeed prove to be a man of his word.

The business showed itself to be highly successful, obviously he took the lion’s share of the profits, but there was more than enough for me to be able to purchase outright a decent sized home, for my new wife and myself, and even buy Kathy’s parents out of serfdom. Again, I provided my benefactor with fresh ideas, which also proved to be inspired, and sure, if I wasn’t a ‘King’ anymore, I was certainly no peasant. In fact, I was blissfully happy in life, I never had to worry from where my next meal was coming from, I was married to a wonderful wife, whom I loved dearly, receiving the same such true love in return, and we owned our own home. I’d truly found my ‘happy place!’

Until that awful day, several years later, when I came home from my day’s labours, only to find Kathy’s lifeless body, in our bedchamber. She was completely dead, her heart wasn’t beating at all, in more future times doctors would have been able to ascertain to she’d suffered a cardiac arrest, but the prevailing medical knowledge at this time, had no explanation of just why she’d expired. Either way, did it matter whether I knew why she’d died or not, the fact is that I’d lost my true love? To say I was completely devastated was a vast understatement.

However, it was a few weeks later that I became aware that the death of my wife had unexpected consequences, ones that were far from foreseen. For there was a knock upon my door one morning, and there standing on the other side were three of my former troops. Apparently, Mathilde had issued a full pardon to all of them, and although a few had died in the meantime, the rest had been released immediately. But no, they didn’t know why, but having also pledged their own allegiance to her, as I had done of course, the majority had actually become officers or troops in her armed forces. I couldn’t blame any of them at all, and it was a delight for them to have visited me.

But the shock of the circumstances of their visit was nothing compared to one I received some more weeks later, when once again somebody knocked upon my door. When I opened it, there was Mathilde herself, completely alone, and looking absolutely gorgeous, dressed in leather again. To then ask, in a completely respectful and polite tone, “may I come in?”

No demand, no simply crossing my threshold whether I wished for her to enter or not. No, a proper, decent request, which she made clear I had every right to refuse, if I so wished. However, since she’d shown her decent side by releasing my former men from her bondage, I had no desire to deny her. “Certainly, Your Majesty. Come in.”

“As it’s just yourself and me in private, yes, I am alone, please there’s no need for formalities. You may simply address me as ‘Mathilde,’ in fact I’d like you to.” As she entered through my front door, which I held open for her.

“Fair enough, Mathilde, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“May I firstly offer you my most sincere condolences with regards to the death of your most beloved wife, Kathy. I know for a fact that the love you two shared was very real and mutual. I genuinely feel for you.” And funnily enough I sensed that she meant EVERY word.

“And that love that you had for each other has taught me, that it is love not fear that makes a good ruler. For far too long I’ve believed that the reverse is true, but no longer. I want to be a Queen who is loved and respected, not loathed as I am now. But I need help in order to achieve that, I need good people to guide and inspire me. There is no doubt in my mind that you are just such a person. Will you join me, I need you?”

I opened my body in a gesture of welcome, opening my arms, and within seconds I was fully cuddling the utterly gorgeous Mathilde within a loving embrace. Believe it or not she then started to cry, weeping all of her considerable anguish out while I held her tightly.

“Mathilde, I will gladly help you in any I can. For I believe that you can achieve what you desire now. Yes, with me by your side, if you so wish.”

Suddenly our lips met, with a passion and ferocity that I had never encountered before, not even with Kathy. When we finally broke apart, she looked into my eyes, and simply said, “take me to your bed, Darling”

Now I’m sure that many of you are reading this with disgust. I mean was Kathy’s body even cold yet, and here was I about to shag another woman? But the fact remains that Kathy was dead, she wasn’t coming back however much I wanted her to. And Mathilde wouldn’t have even been there if she was still alive.

Besides, both Mathilde and I were both fully aware of the fact that this would be, in many ways, a ‘political’ relationship, she knew fully well that she would never inspire the love in me that Kathy had done. But, if I could help her to become the person she now wished to be, well wouldn’t that benefit everybody within her realm?

And I am human after all. Kathy had been beautiful, please be in no doubt about that, but Mathilde was possibly the most stunningly sexy woman who has ever walked upon the face of the planet. After we’d reached the bedroom, and she unpeeled that delicious leather clothing, the sight presented to me simply rooted me to the spot, yes, we were talking the most outstanding natural beauty!

And, boy, didn’t she just prove to me that she possessed the sexual skills to back those looks up? Now, again please believe me here, my sex life with Kathy had been totally satisfactory, we’d enjoyed ourselves in a manner that would have meant I’d never have betrayed her, living my life with her in a state of total and complete joy and contentment. But Mathilde was simply something else, it wasn’t long before the sweat was pouring off of both our bodies, as she took me to sexual heaven, again and again!

After one particularly exciting shag, after we’d somehow managed to come down from the outstanding ‘high’ that she’d taken me to, she looked into my eyes and asked, “will you marry me, Darling?”
“Yes, Mathilde, I will! Gladly!”
“Thank you, Darling. Now we should celebrate! But how?”

I had the perfect answer in my mind. “Mathilde, why don’t you tie me to this bed, and then shag me into oblivion? To make me yours!”

Within minutes she’d imprisoned me fully, not that this time I’d resisted her at all. I was spread-eagled, my wrists and ankles tied very securely, but not too tightly, to the four corner solid posts of the bed. About to be shagged to within an inch of my life! Yes, once more I’d been….







But you’ll notice the absence of the word ‘evil’ this time. And THAT, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the lasting legacy of my wonderful Kathy.

Very nice short story! I hope you do more

crow3467 wrote: 8 months ago Very nice short story! I hope you do more

Thank you my friend. I must admit i intended this to be a complete one-off, but maybe i should visit Mathide's domain again.