by Frank Knebel

llustrations by Knebel

Originally Published in Bondage Life #65, October 1996

Scanned and Transcribed by guardian46w

Story Codes: M/f, bondage, cons, game, rope, gag, blindfold, hogtie, watching, X

At the wheel, Bill Morrison felt warm and content.  He and his wife Deborah had enjoyed a night on the town, dinner and the ballet.  The Dover Sole Almondine had been so delightful he could still savor the taste.  Tchaikovsky’s music continued to run through his brain.  In the back seat were two bottles of Veuve Clicquot ’70 to continue the evening’s pleasures later on.  But, best of all was the delicate scent of Debbie’s perfume beside him.

When they stopped for a light, Bill leaned over and kissed her on the neck, stopping to nuzzle her and nip her earlobe.  Her warmth and fragrance caused him to linger until a gentle honk from the car behind told him the light had changed.  Debbie shivered (as she always did when he played with the nape of her neck or ears) as he drew away to put the car in gear.

They were barely under way again when Debbie reached across the console and laid her hand on Bill’s inner thigh.  She stroked his leg slowly through his slacks.

“Mmmm, careful there,” he said softly.

“You think you might have an… accident?” she asked.

“It’d be a bit embarrassing for the paramedics to have to take your hand out of there, wouldn’t it?”

She shifted closer to him in her seat.

“Just as long as they take us to the same hospital bed,” she answered.

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She was a damned attractive woman as far as he was concerned.  Debbie was definitely more the girl next door than a cover girl for the ‘90s, but that was all right with Bill.  Her beauty was more of the 50s and 60s type than the latest “Sports Illustrated” swimsuit issue.  She was shorter, rounder, and curvier.  Not really plump, she was nevertheless a little thicker in the hips and legs than most pinup types.  Bill liked her well-shaped legs and mentioned it to her as often as possible, since one of his earliest dating memories of her was a remark she had made that compared herself unfavorably with more willowy-type women’s legs.

Unlike many women, she was happy with her breasts.  So many of the women Bill had dated had complained about too large or too small.  But Debbie was happy, and Bill was too, with her generous and very sensitive breasts.

Her face was rather round, framed by very dark brown hair, which she frequently complained was about to turn gray at any moment, though he could not see why, or what difference it would make to him anyway, and dominated by her lovely hazel eyes.  The combination of those eyes, her wonderfully fair skin (she never sunbathed without blocker), and her friendly smile had captivated him very quickly.  He wondered why so many men overlooked her.  She was a partner, a friend, a companion, and a delightful lover.

He smiled at her as he thought.  She turned to him and smiled back.  When he looked back to the road, Debbie looked at him for a few moments more.  Sometimes it surprised her that she loved a man who was so unlike her girlhood image of the ideal man.  He was a little below medium height and had always had a bit of a tummy that seemed to be immune to the effects of exercise, walking, sit-ups or golf (he never rode in a golf cart).  His face was not handsome in a conventional way, but somehow radiated goodness and honesty and humor.  The only feature of which she was jealous was his thick, brown hair which showed no sign of graying.  His father was over sixty with that same hair.  It wasn’t fair.

When she was a girl she had imagined a man, tall, brave, fearless, and devilishly handsome, who would rescue her from the humdrum life.  She would never have guessed she would choose Bill.  Although he did rescue her at times, it was only after placing her in a position in need of rescuing.  When Debbie was young she had never really thought of adults playing games.  She knew better now.

“Have you wined and dined and entertained me tonight for any special reason?” she asked coyly.

“I don’t need a reason to wine and dine you,” Bill replied, reaching down to squeeze the hand that was still stroking his thigh.  “But since we have the champagne, we could play a game.”

“The Spy Game?” she asked.

“Old married couples really can read each other’s minds.”

“Did you put the squirt guns out?”

“Not yet, but it wont take long.  And remember the first part of the game is the old adversaries spending the night together.”

Debbie glanced at the champagne bottles in the back.  She put on an exaggerated foreign accent.

“Dollink?”

“I believe you’ve mixed your accents, Deb.”

“Vat is dis ‘Deb’, dollink?  I am Natasha, of the KGB.”

Bill chuckled.  “Why am I consumed by the desire to say (he put on an accent of his own) Now ve really get moose and squirrel?”

Debbie laughed and punched him in the shoulder.  “All right, make it Natalia, Mister Smart-Aleck.”

“Bind,” he corrected her.  “James Bind.”

They were home.  He parked in front of the modest ranch, shut off the car and took the champagne from the back.

“Intrigue tomorrow.  Tonight, is ours.”

They kissed briefly and walked to the house with their arms around each other’s waists.

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Natalia stirred.  She opened her eyes.  Bind was not in bed.

She raised herself up on one arm and started to throw the covers off.

“Good morning, Comrade.”

Bind, clad in only his shorts, was watching her from the door to the bathroom.  The water was running.

“You're up bright and early, James, darling,” she said, lying down again.

“Must shave and be off to work early,” he replied.  “Despite last night, duty to Queen and Country comes first.”

Bind went to the sink and began washing his face.

“Of course, darling,” called Natalia.  “I understand.  I was hoping we could spend more time together after your business with the Foreign Secretary’s visit is over.”

Bind appeared at the door again, his face now covered with shaving cream.

“I was counting on tonight again, darling,” he said.  “But I don’t remember mentioning the Secretary.”

He turned to the mirror and began shaving.

“Well, I just assumed that you were here for his visit,” she answered uneasily.  “After all, an agent like you doesn’t come to town to window shop.”

Bind continued shaving.  “And what are you here for, Natalia?  Last I heard you were in Munich.  Or was it Vienna?”

Natalia quietly took her pistol from the drawer in the night table.  Bind continued:

“I wondered how I could be so lucky to find such an old and friendly friend waiting for me here.”

“Why, James,” she said in a hurt tone, “don’t you trust me?”

Bind appeared at the door again.  He looked at Natalia’s gun with little surprise.  “I can see that my mistrust wasn’t misplaced,” he said ruefully.

“You have a little bit of shaving cream near your right ear, James,” she smiled.  “I’m afraid that I shall have to keep you here today.  Not unpleasantly, you understand.”

Bind dabbed at the shaving cream with a towel.

“Thank you, Natalia dear,” he said, reaching back to hang up the towel.  “I’m sure that you’d be a very obliging hostess.  But if you're counting on keeping me here with that, (he nodded at the pistol) I’m afraid that it won’t work.”

He brought his hand back from the towel rack.  In it were the bullets from her pistol and from the waistband of his shorts he produced his own Walther PPK.

Natalia sighed and laid her gun on the nightstand.

“I don’t know how you do it every time,” she said amiably.  She began to get up.  “Let me get some clothes on…”

“No need for that,” Bind said pleasantly.  “Remember Oslo?”

Natalia smiled.  “James, you beast.  Yes, I remember.”

She flung the covers back, lay face down on the bed, and crossed her hands behind her back.

Bind opened his attaché case on the dresser.  It was filled with rope.

“James, you were ready for this, weren’t you?”

“It pays to be ready, like a Boy Scout,” he said, sitting next to her and beginning to tie her wrists.

“Darling, you're no Boy Scout,” she protested glumly.

“I am at some things,” he smiled, pulling hard at a knot.

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Once her wrists were secure, he folded a forty-foot piece of cord in half.  Holding the free ends in one hand, he passed the loop in the middle under one of Natalia’s arms, across the back of her neck, and under her other arm, so that the loop finished directly between and just a little below her shoulder blades.  He passed the free ends through the half loop and knotted the doubled line close to the loop.  He now took the free ends and, sending them in opposite directions, circled Natalia’s arms very loosely several times above her elbows.  When he had exhausted the rope, he tied the ends together.

“Darling,” said Natalia, “I think you're losing it.  Those ropes won’t even stay up.  Not staying up just isn’t your style.”

“Patience, darling,” he said, looking for more cord.  “All in good time.  Sit up now.”

He produced a rope twenty-feet long.  Again, he found the free ends.  From behind Natalia, he passed one end over the elbow ropes, one end under, pulled both ends in front of her under her breasts to the other side, and passed the ends over and under the other elbow ropes.  The cinch created in the elbow ropes tightened them considerably, though not painfully.  The upper rope in the cinch was then brought back under the elbow rope and the lower rope over.  The two ends were taken back around her front again, and the process repeated before a tight knot was made.  Natalia’s arms were now held to her body at the elbows.

“You're a devil this morning James,” Natalia complained.  “How am I supposed to get out of this?”

“You're not,” he answered affably.  “I have to keep you out of the way for a few hours.  I assume you had something equally inconvenient planned for me?”

“It doesn’t matter now,” she sighed.  “I suppose there’s more?”

“Naturally.”

He had Natalia sit on the edge of the bed so he could bind her legs above and below he knees and at the ankles.  Finally, he stood her up so he could pass a rope about her waist, further pinning bound wrists into her shapely behind.  He went to his case one more time and emerged with a ball gag and a long scarf.

“Oh, James,” she whined, “this is very uncomfortable and undignified, especially being gagged.  Couldn’t you just take me along and watch me?”

“Now, Darling,” said Bind, “don’t complain.  I seem to remember you saying something very much like that to get those security men to take off your handcuffs… “

“They were very gallant,” she murmured.

“…just before you knocked out three of them and escaped,” Bind continued.  “Besides, I told you I was counting on tonight.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.  He could feel her squirming slightly for a few seconds before returning his passion.  He broke the kiss.

“Oh, James…” she gasped.

Before she could say more the ball gag was in her mouth.  Bind tightened the straps behind her head as she mewed in protest.  The scarf went over her eyes and around her head twice.  He tied off the blindfold and helped her to lie face down on the bed.  Bending her legs back, Bind connected her ankle bonds to the rope around her waist in a modified hogtie.  He patted her on the behind.  “Be good now, darling,” he said.

Natalia heard the door close.

Debbie Morrison tested the ropes.  The way that Bill had secured her arms was new, and, she decided, very effective.  She rather liked it, though, since the elbows were held firmly but did not pull against one another.  And even if she were able to free her wrists there would be little she could do to release her arms.  She pulled her bound wrists from side to side and felt the delicious tug on her hogtied feet.  She rolled onto her side and began her mock struggling.

Debbie had often wondered how she would struggle if she were truly bound by a burglar, for the struggling she did in her play was not really an attempt to free herself.  All she was doing now was getting the feeling of the ropes, exciting herself, and putting on a show for Bill, who would be sitting in the armchair across the room watching her.  For her safety he would not leave her alone, but she always enjoyed a little time to herself exploring her bondage, so they had begun using blindfolds.  They allowed her to shut out any distractions from him while still letting them both become aroused, Bill by visual means, Debbie by physical sensations.  She tried her best to put on a good show for him.

She started out by sinuously stretching her torso, twisting from said to side, and expanding her chest against the ropes.  She felt very sexy doing it, and she knew that Bill was driven wild by the movement of her breasts and shoulders.  She groaned into the gag as she undulated and added more leg and foot struggling.  The moaning into the gag was another sure-fire turn-on for Bill.  At times her bondage ‘song and dance’ (as she called it) got him so worked up that he was unable to contain himself, and he would fling himself on her long before James Bind was supposed to be done with his mission.  A few times, she had climaxed without him, simply by struggling, forcing Bind to spend more time spying so she could recover for their time together.  Today, they were both pretty well in control, so far.

Debbie began rolling and writhing more vigorously.  She tossed her head from side to side, as though fighting the gag and blindfold.  Her moans became louder and more continuous.  As she lost herself in the game she would no longer keep track of where she was on the bed, and Bill knew that he had to watch her in case she should get too close to the edge.  The gag noise she made was a powerful aphrodisiac for him.  When they were dating and then newly married and lived in an apartment, the volume had alarmed him at first.  He had wondered if the neighbors would send for the police or paramedics or fire department.  Though it had never happened, they had both been relieved when they were able to afford a house.

Her movements slowed down and her breathing became noisier.  She had not climaxed, but she was becoming a bit tired from her exertions.  Bill knew that he should let her rest a while before returning in the role of Bind.  He reached over to the bed and gave her knee a reassuring squeeze.  A little gagged laugh came in return.  He sat quietly for a while, watching.

As he gazed at her, many strong emotions ran through him.  She was so beautiful, so desirable.  It was sometimes utterly amazing to Bill that he had found such a lovely and enthusiastic playmate.  He wanted her.

Bill rose and stepped to the bedroom door.  He opened it, then closed it again.  James Bind had returned.

“How’ve you been, my sweet?” Bind asked affably.

Natalia grunted indignantly.  She mewed a torrent of unintelligible words into the gag.

“Glad to hear it,” Bind continued good-naturedly.  “And I’m sure you’ll be glad to know that the conference went off without a hitch, and the Foreign Secretary is on a plane back home.”

Natalia moaned.  Another incomprehensible sentence was directed at Bind.

“Your friend Dmitri had a slight mishap though,” he added.  “Took a nasty fall and got a slight fracture of the arm.  His gun hand, I believe.”

Natalia groaned again.

Bind strode to the bed.  He reached over and untied the ropes holding the hogtie.  Natalia sighed loudly as her bound feet fell to the mattress, straightening her legs.

“Better, my darling?” asked Bind.

She hummed an affirmative.

“I know you must be a bit stiff,” he said solicitously.  “Let me see if I can help.”

Sitting beside her on the bed, Bind began stroking her legs.  Her skin was wonderfully soft to his touch.  Natalia hummed appreciatively.  His strokes rose bit by bit, up to her hips and buttocks, her waist, her ribs, belly, arms, and finally her breasts.  Natalia’s hums became little moans.

“Since you’ve been a very good girl,” Bind continued, “I’ll take this off now.”

He reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag straps.  Gently, he pulled the wet ball away.  He bent over her and kissed her long and deeply.

“Oh, James,” she groaned, when they stopped for breath, “this is no way to treat a lady.”

He tweaked one of her nipples.

“Well, it’s a good thing you're no lady,” he answered.

They kissed again.

“Damn right, I’m not,” she sighed with a little smile.

Bind reached for the blindfold knot.

“No, please,” she whispered.  “Leave it on.”

Bind kissed her again, massaging her breast as he did.  Stopping for a moment, he laid beside her, embraced her, and kissed her again.  She resisted briefly.

“This is not in the best interest of the People’s Republic,” she protested softly.

“Are you interested?” he asked dryly, moving his kissing to her neck and shoulders.

“Yes, James.”

Bind began kissing her breasts, playing gently with her nipples.  His hands continued stroking her belly and hips.  One hand strayed between her legs.  Her heat and perfume told him she was ready.  The hand moved quickly to her knee bonds.  The knots were fast release.

“Yes, Bill!” she whispered urgently.

He untied her ankles.  She rolled on her back.

The spy game was almost over.

---

Debbie raised her glass.  The sleeve of her white terrycloth robe fell away as she did.  Bill popped the cork of the bottle of champagne they had saved and poured her a glass.  Debbie pulled her robe closed (she had not tied the belt) and lifted her bare feet from the cold kitchen tiles, tucking her legs beside her in the seat of the big chair.  She sipped from the glass then set it beside her plate.  Taking up her fork, she tested the omelets they had made.

“Mmmm,” she savored.  “Delicious.”

Bill, also in a terrycloth robe, smiled across the table.

“It takes delicious to know delicious,” he said, raising his glass to her.

She raised hers again, and they drank together.

“You're quite a guy, double O… “

“Double-O-Five,” he interrupted.  “I can’t claim to be more than I am.

She laughed happily.

“Well, since it’s Saturday, what’s our plan?”

“I thought I’d take the car for it’s oil change,” he said, taking another sip.

“I mean tonight,” she said, eyeing him mischievously.

His brows knit slightly, and his eyes narrowed.

“Have you heard about the mad rampage of the Kissing Bandit?” he asked thoughtfully.

“No, but I’d love to,” she smiled.