Tasha and the bet M/F

[lasse672000]

Tasha had been waiting by the door for quite a while, but when the door bell rang, she still jumped. Partly because she wanted to steady her nerves, partly because she wanted to make absolutely sure, she then checked herself over in the full length mirror, beside the door.
What she saw, and what she always saw in the mirror, was a cute girl, with waist long, ash-blonde hair, dressed in an icy blue leotard, with a shiny silver lightning bolt zigzagging its way from her left shoulder, to her right hip. She turned to the door, took a deep breath, and opened it.
Outside were two young men, when she only had expected one.
"Who's he, Roland?" she asked one of them, in a rude voice.

"My name is Niklas." the man said. "I'm here to make your dreams come true. The ones you won't admit to having; not even to yourself. Not in a million years."
"My dreams?" she was still only looking at Roland, who was looking down, both of them ignoring Niklas as much as they could. "What's he on about? I don't keep secrets from anyone, least of all you! You know that; don't you, hunny?"
"Ah, but you're wrong about that! Roland's been telling me quite a lot about you secret desires! The ones you only talk about in your sleep."
Tasha turned to Niklas, and hissed: "I'm not talking to you, mister; I'm talking to my boyfriend. In case you hadn't noticed."
"And in case you hadn't noticed," Niklas smiled, "he's unable to talk to you!" He put a hand under Roland's chin and gently tilted his head up.
Tasha gasped when she saw his mouth having been stuffed almost to its full capacity, and a strip of cloth having been tied around his head. Then, she noticed he had his rams behind his back.
"Who are you?" she asked, horrified.
"Told you!" Niklas said. "I'm the one who will fulfil your dreams!" He tied a scarf over her eyes, which effectively blindfolded her, before turning her around and taking both her wrists in one hand and she could feel him winding something around them, and tying it off. Then, he pushed something soft inside her mouth, and tied something around her head, to keep it in place. He grabbed her arm and hissed: "Start walking, girl!"


They walked into the living room, and she could hear a chair being pulled up. she was pushed on to it, and her ankles and knees were tied together. Then a rope was tied around her waist a couple of times, and tied off behind the back of the chair.
"That's funny!" she thought, "Just one chair? How come?"
The answer came shortly afterwards, when she heard Roland's voice.
"Thanks, Niklas!" Then; "You see, Tasha: you do talk in your sleep, and you mostly talk about being tied up, so we thought we'd let you experience it for real. Another thing you often talk about is how good you are at getting free; so let's put it to the test, shall we? You manage to get untied in , let's say fifteen minutes, and I will cook food for a week, if not; you'll do the cooking, alone."
She could hear the boys laugh, but started feeling for the knot in the rope around her wrists. It turned out Niklas had tied her quite haphazardly, so she was completely free in under ten minutes.
"There," she said. "I'm free, and you're cooking! And another thing; you will have to tie me to that chair, for as long as I want to, whenever I want to, for the rest of the week. O.K?"
"O.K." Roland smiled.