Tug Of War bondage story | collar, rope, slave, handcuffs

"What are YOU supposed to be doing?"

She looked up from her position beside Beth who, clad only in brief bikini with hand plus leg cuffs and gagged, knelt helplessly on the floor. "Nothing. I was trying to help her."

"Dee," I said, "Don't you know that, when you are stretching the truth, you always drop your eyes and look away to your left?"

"I'm not stretching the truth. Why should I?"

"Because you were tormenting my slave when she is powerless to defend herself?"

"You treat your wife like that and accuse me of... "

"Dee, you know all about bondage games. What are you doing here?"

"I came to look for Tom. Isn't he here?"

"Tom has gone to fetch you. I wonder why you should think he might be here?"

"Well ... it IS his place."

"But why now? I have to assume... when we arranged for Beth and me to stay here... you were listening on the bedroom extension... weren't you?"

"No. What the hell are you talking about?"

"Dee! You're looking at my right knee again. Did you come here to spy on Tom... or in the hope of catching Beth in bondage? I'm well aware of your propensities."

"You're being horrid and I'll tell Tom."

"I know exactly what Tom will say. I say you're being a nasty horrid bully but you deny it. So... I propose to let the great lord settle the argument... we shall decide the issue in trial by battle. You and Beth will fight it out... and may the best girl win."

Dee is no slouch in the movement department but, disconcerted by my direct accusation and the unexpected verdict, she was caught unawares simply because she was looking past my knee. I had her in a hammerlock almost before she realised I had jumped and I pushed her toward my duffle-bag toy-chest where it still stood inside the door. A couple of minutes later she lay beside Beth in a handcuff/leg-iron hog-tie, with the ball-gag keeping down her volume and our Sunday-going-to-church collar buckled around her neck. With her hands cuffed behind I saw no reason to add locks to that collar. As I left, carrying the long rope and two handcuff keys, I saw the slight sparkle in Beth's eye.

I tied one end of the rope to the railings halfway along the length of the pool; carrying the other end I walked around the pool and tied it to the decorative rail immediately opposite. I took Dee out first, laid her down halfway between the pool's edge and the railing and moved the rope's end on to her collar. Then I unlocked Beth's collar from the tethering chain and carried her out to the other side of the pool to tie her off on the other end of the rope. The handcuff keys I clicked on spring hooks one to each collar just under their left ears.

"Now," I said. "We are ready for battle to commence. Keep it clean or the cheat will answer to me. I will release your hog-ties then, WHEN I say GO, you will conduct a tug of war. You each have a handcuff key on your collar; the winner will be the first one to get her hands free. Reward for victory will be two hours of complete freedom with the right to use the loser as you may wish... with usual provisos... of course. Any questions?"

It was no surprise that questions were there none. I released Beth first because I knew her to be the most reliable. As she stretched her limbs, I walked around to re-arrange Dee's cuffs and I gave her a few moments too to limber up. There was a certain determination in Beth's body language that I thought bode ill for Dee but, from then on, it was up to the girls themselves.

They were pretty well matched in the water but I would need to keep careful watch. Both had their hands cuffed behind, both were wearing leg-irons, both were gagged, both wore collars except that Beth's collar and gag were combined in the harness gag wrapped around her head.

"Are you ready?" I called: "GO."

As mirror reflections they both leaned back on to the rope; they both twisted sideways in an effort to seize the rope in their manacled hands but Dee found the better technique. Instead of trying to pull Beth into the pool she suddenly took a short step forward which left Beth off balance. She reversed her action thus pulling Beth forward and then started to turn so as to wind the rope about her body. It was a technique with obvious risks but it was to pay off. For about a minute honours remained even as they swayed too and fro but Beth never got the chance to regain her proper balance; leg irons are no help at all in that kind of situation. She was pulled to the edge of the pool where, after a moment of teeter and perilous swaying, an extra effort from Dee brought about her final downfall. With a small muffled shriek Beth leapt feet first into the water.

Dee let loose a moan of triumph as she rapidly pulled her opponent toward her. With Beth stranded in mid pool she stopped to unwind herself and then seized on her advantage to work the rope under the poolside rail. It was an ancient design where the rail was mounted on horizontal stanchions. Soon she had Beth gasping and spluttering pinned against the rail and all that remained was to gain possession of the key hanging just below Beth's left ear; that was the difficult part of the battle.

Beth hooked her chin over the rail to support herself and watched quietly as Dee knelt and reached back to take hold of her collar. I saw her deliberately maneuver the left side of her collar into Dee's fingers and the now over-confident Dee started to feel unsuccessfully for that all-important piece of metal. I gave full marks for tactics as suddenly Beth struck out to her left, swimming powerfully with her legs. Dee, with fingers trapped between Beth's collar and her strangely screwed neck, was toppled on to her back from where she rolled in to join Beth in the wet brigade.

I knew a moment's anxiety as I saw Beth submerge bottom first in a kind of upside-down jacknife. For an unbelievably long time neither girl surfaced but then I recalled that they were linked together albeit at either end of some forty feet of rope. Dee was first; she came up spluttering and choking as she sprayed water around. hen I discovered Beth walking up the steps in the corner of the pool... and her escape magic was explained as I saw that she was carrying Dee's collar !

I learned later that her strange dive was designed to wrap her left leg around the rope close to Dee and so hold the girl inverted on the bottom of the pool while she unbuckled the collar - which I had not bothered to lock! I made a mental note of the digital dexterity she had exercised behind her back - a talent which, up until then, she had contrived to hide from me. No doubt she would eventually try to use it to evade my bonds.

Proof of that came with the speed with which she released one of her cuffs and triumphantly waved her arms aloft. Then she freed the other hand, removed the key from Dee's collar, re-entered the water and stationed herself to head-off Dee who was leg stroking on her back for the steps. Her choice of stroke proved to be unwise for she failed to observe the waiting nemesis who wrapped the collar around Dee's knees, slipped it down to her ankles and jerked it tight. Inevitably Dee's head became submerged but her conqueror reached down, hauled her to the surface by her hair and towed her to the steps. There she dumped her victim face down while she used the rope to thoroughly hog-tie her into a bundle of wet helplessness.

Now Beth looked toward me and flicked her gag with happy fingers. I nodded and held out the little bunch of keys that would free her. She also used the handcuff key to remove her leg-irons, which she pressed back into service to secure the already helpless Dee to the railings. Then, to my mystification, she skipped away to the poolside store to return with the largest of the diving weights and two large foam floats that are used by children and adults alike to strengthen their leg-kicks. She pushed the floats between Dee's body and either arm and lodged them up under her armpits. She tied the weight on to the bent knees and then, like a spider with a captured fly, dragged the mewing bundle back to the pool's edge and rolled her carefully into the water. She won my approval as she tested the helpless girl's stability by deliberately capsizing her in all directions to ascertain that she always returned upright. Then she slipped into the water herself and towed the unfortunate Dee to the middle of the pool.

Without so much as a glance back, Beth came to kneel in front of me, raised her hands in supplication and spake thus: "Oh, Master. Your slave most humbly requests permission to make some hot coffee."

Unable to repress my laughter I gave that permission on condition that I was served also. "But, Master. What else would a dutiful slave do?"

"Chop chop!" I said. "I want Dee restored here on dry land..." I looked at my watch, "... in an hour and thirty-three minutes maximum. In exactly an hour and forty-eight minutes I expect you back in your position beside the fireplace clad as a slave should be. Now move that coffee along, slave, less I be tempted to chastise that wiggling bum."

"Oh, indeed, Master," and she tripped cheekily away. I picked up the gag keys and the handcuff key and returned them to my pocket. Beth would not require them any more for I had decided that, at least until Tom returned, I would have two slaves. Slave triumphant would hold no objections while slave indignant, if silent, had lost out in that epic battle of justice against wrongdoing. In any event slaves, whether willing or taken forcefully or in battle, do not object?

AMEN.