(Thank you @PufWick for this incredible and inspirational work of art! It’s one of my favorite ever interpretations of my potential helpless bondage bliss. 😊)

(Also, yes, Tinas agent and rigger is based loosely on our dear friend @Rob66 I hope he doesn’t mind! 😉😊)

“Bungee cords?  You’re gonna tie me up with bungee cords?  Come on Rob, you said they knew who I was?”  My agent, Rob, was caught between trying to placate me and the so-called inventor holding an armful of droopy red bungees.

“Tina, now listen.  We said we’d try the man’s restraints so now let’s try out his restraints.”  I almost felt bad for Rob. He must REALLY need the commission on this deal.

“These are state of the art you bimbo!” The inventor snarled.

“Who the fuck are you?” Tina asked in disgust. “You’re nothing.  Nothing but a nobody with garbage you can’t sell without a star to endorse it.  Isn’t that right Rob?” I started putting my robe back on.

“Your insults are redundant!” The inventor shouted. Ouch. That hurt.

“You are a star.  You are a star. You’re the star, Tina.  I swear to the fucking god of hogties, you’re the holy queen of escapes.”

“That’s Queen of RESTRAINT, Rob. Jesus!  You’re my AGENT and you can’t get my title right!”

“That’s a made-up title.  You didn’t earn that title. You just made it up!”  That little inventor man is pissing me off.

“Why you fucking..!!”  I was on my way to feed him his stupid bungee cords when Rob stepped between he and I with a small paper rectangle held at my eye level.

“Look. Look at this check.”  It was a big check. “Whose name is that on the check?”  Ok. Rob was making a decent point.  “When’s the last time you saw a check with your name and that big a number on it?”  I started slipping my robe off again. “Never Tina. Fucking never.  Nobody has. Not for a freaking bondage product. This is…”. I was getting a little caught up in Robs enthusiasm.

“Historic?” I suggested.

“Exactly!  Yes.  Sweet baby Jesus yes.  It’s historic.  You, Tina, are historic.  You’ve changed the BDSM industry with your showe and with this promotion, this epic challenge, you’ll change it again!”

“Ok. Ok. And all I have to do is get untied?”  Rob nodded. “And no tricky shit?  No taped hands?  No locked cuffs?  No hanging from the ceiling by my ponytail?  It’s just a boxtie?”

“That’s it.  Get out in under an hour, and you walk out with that big assed check.”

“Easy fucking money.” I smiled.  “Tie me up one last time Rob. With this payday, I’m cashing out for good.”

“You got it Queen of Restraint!”  Rob took the cords from the still pissed off little inventor man and got to work on rigging me up.  And as for me, I was already spending my prize, never contemplating what the terms were if I should fail.

Me fail?  That’s just ridiculous.

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Now I’m standing in the barely lit middle of a dark room.  I actually like shadowy stages.  My curves look better with shadows.

“Rob, you gotta get that up higher on my legs.  You’re framing my ass, right?  Make me look me best, ok Dear.”  I wasn’t mad at Rob anymore.  How can a true submissive damsel be mad at the man tying her up.

“Tight enough Tina?”  Rob was tying me fairly tight.  He put a few extra loops down around. My shins and waist that really don’t do a damn thing.  Probably in my contract. He wants to show off his ropes all over my “display.”

“No, you’re fine.  I like the triple arm loops.  The ones over and under my arms make my triceps pop.  And the one right there in my elbow is so the real bondage riggers watching know I still got it.” I smiled and winked. Rob knows what my fans want.

“Take away that range of motion.  I know. I know.” Rob said with a kind of nervous chuckle.  He was spending a lot of time on the boxtie.

“Hey, you sly dog. You’re cinching over and under my wrists!”  I gave a gentle tug. If these weren’t elastic cords, this would be a REALLY serious challenge!

“Thats what the extra waist loop is for.  Needed a place to anchor the cinch rope.”  Rob is the best in the business.  I’ve been lucky to have him.  I should have probably told him that more often.  Or paid him better…

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Rob was finished and I felt pretty amazing. Between the ropes shaping my figure, the tiny string bikini and these “fuck me” heels, I gotta be looking hot as shit.

“You look so good Babe.”  Sometimes when Rob says that it’s because it’s his job to say that but this time he really seemed to mean it.

“Hey, by the way, what’s with these cords?  They’re chilly?”  It felt like the rope had just come out of the freezer.

“Oh.  Well, the lights will be hot when we start.  So this will feel good for you.”  So thoughtful.  Now I feel almost bad about the fact that I’m switching agents.  Actually, that I already switched agents.  I need to do the right thing. I need to tell him. After all these years, I owe Rob that much.

“Hey.  Um.  I need to tell him you something.”  Rob pointed off to a dark corner.  A warm circle of yellow started to form around me.

“It can wait Tina.  Out on a show. Let’s earn this last paycheck.”  I sighed. Poor Rob. He’s not getting a cut of this check.

“Yeah but I really need you to know…”

I was cut off by a single piece of tape smoothed over my lips.  Rob cradled the back of my head with one hand and pressed the super sticky tape against my mouth with his other.  What the hell kind of tape is this??

“It ok Tina.  I already know.”  Something was happening.  The cords felt like they were “crawling” over me.  I tried to ask Rob what was going on.

“Mmmppfff?”  These ropes were getting tighter.  Each of them.  They were…constricting on me.

“Yeah, you accidentally included me on a bunch of text messages.  It’s crazy how often you do that.  How cocky are you.  You couldn’t bother to be even a little careful while getting ready to stab someone in the back?  Really?”

My legs are really being squeezed together now.  I struggle to keep my balance.   My arms now feel welded to my sides.  I can usually still roll my shoulders forward or backward.  No matter how much rope I’m in.  But not with these fucking creepy cords!

“You’re wondering how it’s getting tighter, right?  It’s amazing, right?  The scientist you were being such a bitch to.  He invented a heat activated expanding foam.  And the cords you’re tied in, and that your soft, valuable body are heating up, are filled with the stuff.”

I can even feel the tiny cinch loops expanding now, creating a kind of form fitting narrow “mold,” holding my overlapping wrists immobile exactly between the still tightening waist and evie loops.

“Mmmmeeewwwmmmfff.”  Barely any sound made it past the super glue tape.

“The part that’s really insane is that after that foam expands as much as it can and makes those cords bulge all around you, holding you so helplessly, it hardens.  It hardens like concrete.”

Oh my God, I can feel it. I’m completely restrained.  I can barely even look around or risk falling over. I pull as hard as I can with my arms. I get nothing.  It’s the most demoralizing thing tjats ever happened to me in bondage.  Not a millimeter of slack. Nothing budged.

I bent my legs and lowered myself.  The. I stood up and stretch on my toes. I twisted at my waist. I leaned forward.  I dipped to one side. Then the other.  Rob smiled with absolute pleasure watching me exhaust every possible movement I was still free to make but to no avail.

The truth suddenly slapped me across the face. For the first time ever, I am completely powerless, and there isn’t a single thing I can do about it.

My heart is pounding.  I try one last attempt to brute force my arms free.

“Oh Tina,” Rob laughed. “That was fucking pitiful.  It was sad.  I ALMOST hate seeing you so reduced.”  Rob held his watch up high for he and I both to see the time. “And it’s only been 6 minutes.  You have 54 more to go!”

“Mmm!!  Mmmpphhh!  Mmmmp. Mmmppphff!”

“It sounds like you want to quit.  Is that it?”  Rob wiped a tear away from my cheek. I hadn’t even realized I was crying.  “It’s ok.  Do you give up Tina?   Do you admit you can’t do it?”   

I nod.  Rob’s eyes remain fixed on mine.  He has a stronger gaze than I’d realized.  More tears ran down my face.  I’m frustrated and angry but I also feel guilty. I know now that Rob and I are partners.   We’re meant to be. I can’t really leave him for another agent.

That epiphany brightened my spirits.  I don’t even care about the money anymore. I can’t wait to tell Rob I’m sorry and I’m staying with him.

The hall lights are coming on now.  And, there aren’t cameras in the corners filming me.  There are people.  Lots of people.  All dressed as though they’re at some fancy party.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Rob announced.  The Queen of Restraint has conceded defeat.  But the terms of the contract, we can now start the bidding!”

THE END.