Halfway There, Part Four

“Lida, switch with her,” Flint ordered and gestured towards the armchair. I tentatively moved to rise from the chair, unsure as to who he was referring to, before he continued, “Ivy, come here, take your clothes off.”

I slipped off the armchair and moved over to the couch, sliding out of my clothing along the way. Applying some pressure to my shoulders, Flint had me kneel on the floor and produced a zip-tie. He secured my arms behind my back so my arms were arranged forearm-to-forearm horizontally across my back, my hands resting on the opposite elbows. With a gentle shove, he made me lie back and, in a significantly less gentle move, removed a few coiled lengths of rope and dropped them on my face. 

Unravelling one, he shook it out and folded my leg so my knee was bent and my foot was resting against my butt. “Comfortable?” He asked. I nodded as he started to tie my leg into position. Over on the armchair, I could hear Lida moaning. 

By the time Flint finished repeating the process on my other leg, I was already a little rope-happy. I settled into position, letting myself relax until I felt the weight of my body and the strictness of the position taking some of the feeling out of my fingers. Flint hauled me up and sliced away the zip-tie, letting me shake my arms out before shoving me right back down.

“So,” he began over the escalating pitch of Lida’s moans. “What are we going to do with you?”