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    Midian258
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    I printed this first in a letter to Grigbertz as a story idea for him to possibly work with, then reprinted it on his forum. Forgive the roughness of it. It also references my made up pagan religion I laid out in a recent post. Ignore the details if you want:

    “1.Susan, a tall, habitually barefoot, long straight-haired blonde lady recieves a package around her 21st birthday from a mysterious aunt from the old country. Inside is an antique silver toe ring and instructions to place it on the 2nd toe of her left foot.

    For the next week or so Susan has increasingly vivid and frequent dreams of a beautiful blonde goddess named Amara. Amara is divine light, healing, and comfort personified. Even in dreams it’s hard for Susan to look directly at Amara’s radiance, and she often appears as being made of stars and galaxies in a night sky. Amara seems to manifest through and be associated with captive women who are happy in their confinement and embrace it as it embraces them. Amara herself almost allways appears with at least her hands bound before her.

    Susan finds these dreams curious puzzling. She had never thought of confinement much at all, and never as a source of pleasure. But now her dreams have the subject of being tied up crossing her mind with greater frequency to the where just the words “tied up would play through her mind like an unconcious mantra. She also starts noticing a lot women who are tied up on TV shows, in movies, on magazine covers, in cartoons, in advertisements, and even in one of her college text books. It seems like Susan can’t turn around without seeing a tied up woman.

    Susan also starts remembering childhood friends that would tie each other up while playing. One particular friend stood out, a shy demure girl whose older sister sister had tied her up as a younger child when babysitting her. Apparently Heather liked her sister’s method of keeping her safe and cared for because she used any excuse to try and get her friends to tie up while playing. The same girls that has dubbed Susan “the barefoot girl” and “barefoot Susan”, called Heather “Tied up Heather”, and “Helpless Heather”, and “tethered Heather”. Neither Susan nor Heather disputed or disliked their nicknames.

    Susan had never paid any attention to Heather’s fascination with restraint at the time, even when Heather tried to entice Susan to join her, or for that matter any of her collage classmates who had mentioned asking a boyfriend to tie her up. But now Susan was starting think about the pleasure that Heather took in being helpless, and wondering just what was behind it.

    Things come to a head when Susan is at home sitting on her bed in a nightgown by herself reading a romance novel when the heroine of the book asked her lover to tie her up. He obliges and the book starts to describe the heroines restrained frustrated ecstasy as her lover teases her satisfaction.

    Susan lowers the book and wonders outloud, “What would it feel like to be tied up?” On cue Susan’s previously unanounced invisible Amaran familiar introduces himself wordlessly. Susan feels a pair of strong hand grasp her arms and gently but firmly pulled Susan’s hands behind her back where her wrists are crossed and bound together with a silken rope. Before Susan realizes that anything is happening, let alone what, Susan’s wrist restraints have been knotted with delicate comfort, but iron security. Susan watches bewildered as another rope seems to wrap, cinch and knot itself around Susan’s legs above her knees. Susan is too passive by personality and too startled to react or struggle as she watches another cord seemingly tie itself with the same comfortable security that her wrists and knees were tied with. Finally the free end of the ankle rope is stretched out and tied to the foot of Susan’s bed with about a foot and a half of slack. As a final touch a silken scarf appears, wraps itself up in mid-air, and then ties itself beteen Susans stratled lips. The familiar chortles silently to himself and departs leaving a suddenly helpless Susan lying tied up on her own bed by what looked like self tying ropes [This is more startling in a non-magical setting where unworldly things and magic are not common].

    As surprised as Susan is at her capture, she is equally surprised at her response. Despite an unworldy event that has left her helpless, Susan feels no fear. Her confinement feels right somehow, even good. Susan squirms a bit to test the limits of her mobility. The ropes don’t chafe or pinch or hurt, which seems odd for their unyiedling embrace of her. Susan gropes for a loose end of rope she could grasp or a knot she could pull at but none are in reach, even when she gropes for her ankles.

    Susan looks around her room at all her things including her telephone, but they all might as well be on another planet for how out of reach they are. Her world had contracted down to a swath of her bed. Susan cries out for help half-heartedly, but she has no neighbors who could hear even if she was ungagged, and as Susan twists and pulls she begins to discover that the sensation of the ropes pressing against her body and holding her was a strangely pleasurable feeling.

    Susan starts to writhe around. Not in an attempt to escape, but to increase and explore the sensations of her new small world. She felt a little guilty about having fun instead of concentrating on escaping like a responsible good girl, but she can’t help it. Susan grunts and moans as she twists and squirms, marveling at all the delicious feelings that being tied up could bring. Now she knew what Heather and all the others loved about it.

    Susan eventually drifts off to sleep and dreams herself into a luch mossy forest that is a delight for her bare feet to tread on. She is nude except for her toe ring, with her hands tied behind her. Many trees have lovely nude ladies tied to them. Susan walks until Amara appears before her, and since Susan is one of her chosen she call look directly at the Goddess now. Susan drops to her knees and weeps with gratitude. Amara tells Susan that if she accepts membership in her priesthood she can never be harmed and won’t age when barefoot and tied up, and that her arousal when restrained can be used to heal and restore. Susan would have opportunities to traval to dreamworlds where she could spend centuries in confinement and then return to this realm without a minute having passed. Amara explains that she will have a familiar whose primary job will to be that spends enough time tied up. Other people will also tend to be compelled to tie her up without realizing it or thinking anything of it. “Do you accept?”, Amara asks Susan. Susan bends over to kiss Amara’s bare foot, Oh yes please I accept if you’ll have me Susan pleads. Amara smiles and Susan wakes up to discover that her rascally familiar has placed her in a delightfully tight hogtie. Able to do no more than nuzzle her feet together, Susan nuzzles her feet with intense pleasure. It was something she loved to do anyways, and when she was wearing shoes she most likely slipped out of them so she could rub her feet together just a little for the soft comfort of it. Now she was embraced all over with rope, and her feet were the free-est part of her at the moment. Susan prays a prayer of eternal thanks to Amara.

    Susan’s reverie lasts until her familiar ties Susan’s toes together with a slight cord. Susan gasps at this new level of helplessness. Now all she can do is flex and point her feet. When she adjusts to that, her familiar connects Susan’s tied toes to the knots at her wrists so her feet has no choice but to point.

    This final level of helpless arousal prompts Susan to disapear into another dimension. She appears hogtied and nude in a sickly meadow that immediately starts to rejuvinate and turn green again in a circle expanding around Susan.

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    #26406

    Midian258
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    Looking over this I’m struck by how similar it is to my first Harriet Cooper story with magical restraints.

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