MARRY ANN RETURNS TO THE ROPEVILLE HOTEL

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

As Mary Ann walked down the front walk and headed off to her new friends for the weekend, two pairs of eyes watched her go. "Do you think a weekend of Japanese rope bondage with that new girl at the Ropeville Hotel will recharge her writer battery. And do you think the rope bondage will leave any permanent marks?" Her father asked. "It certainly helped her feminine development last year. And I inquired about that. They carefully rotate the rope locations and timing to reduce any marks. Her skin is used to bondage and I checked her all over this morning" Her mother replied.

Mary Ann liked to walk; she often composed her best stories while out for a stroll. As her home was in the 90210 Beverly Hills area, it was relatively safe. Her parents had gifted her with a flip cell phone for both chatting and security. Mitsui's house was only three blocks away and it was a warm Friday night.

Mary Ann rang the bell at the front gate and a male voice answered; "Yes?"

"I am Mary Ann, Mitsui's new school friend" Mary Ann told the security camera trained on her.

"Mitsui's new school friend? The compatible One?" It inquired.

"Well I do not know how compatable I am, but yes I am her" A puzzled Mary Ann replied. "It must loose something in the American to Japanese and back translation" She mused.

The gate swung open and Mary Ann walked up the stone path to the house. This entire place could be lifted right out of one of those Karate Kid movies she thought to herself.

As Mary Ann approached the front door, a Japanese man, in full Kimoto opened it and bowed low. Welcome to our humble house "Kindred Spirit" he said as she walked in.

"Mary Ann must really suffer in translation," She thought.

The man indicated Mary Ann follow and he led through two sliding white screen Japanese doors to a third. He bowed and indicated Mary Ann proceeds. She reached out and slid the white door aside.

And gasped as she saw her new friend's nude body trust up in course looking ropes, standing on one leg. She turned to flee and the man behind her slipped a great bag over her head and swept her off her feet.

Mary Ann felt her self being carried like a sack of potatoes over a male's shoulder and then plunked down on a soft seat. Belts were wrapped around waist, chest and ankles. The sound of helicopter rotors and sudden vertigo announced she was airborne.

"I hope this is another Ropeville adventure and not a kidnapping" Mary Ann furtively wished.

After what seemed an eternity of deafening helicopter travel, she felt herself descending and the thump of landing. No sooner had they, than her straps were released and she was back over a man's shoulder. He carried her only a few feet and deposited her on her feet, whipping the bag off.

Mary Ann blinked at the light from Japanese metal lanterns illuminating a walled garden of stone. "Welcome to my Japanese Stone Garden in the Ropeville Hotel Mary Ann" The Japanese man from the house bowed low and informed her.

"Your parents observed your writers block a while ago and arranged this visit" He told her.

"You and my daughter Mitsui will be my pallet on which I will display variations of Japanese Rope bondage for the Hotel's visitors delight.

"No Photographer?" Mary Ann inquired.

"Your bound bodies will be displayed as living sculptures for visitors to the garden to enjoy" he replied.

"You mean strangers will be visiting the garden and see us bound?" Mary Ann asked, a little trepidation creeping into her voice.

"Naturally, this is a new attraction at the Ropeville hotel. A soothing place, were those searching for a place to get away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. I expect many of the current customers will at least walk though" He casually explained as he walked Mary Ann into the Japanese appearing building across one end of the garden.

Sliding open the traditional door he ushered a reluctant Mary Ann inside. Dressed in a full Japanese geisha Kimono, Mitsui bowed deep.

"Mitsui will assist you in preparing for the event" He informed Mary Ann and exited, sliding the door closed behind him.

"This way please Kindred Spirit" Mitsui said bowing low and indicating the next sliding door. Inside a small room set up with a tiny table set with two small china bowls and a teapot beside an ornate iron kettle sat on a brazier of coals. But she went on and Mary Ann followed. The room beyond was the largest so far and was nearly completely occupied by a steaming pool of water.

"Come we must clean ourselves for the exhibition" Mitsui said, dropping the Kimono on the edge of the pool and slipping in" Mary Ann was shocked to see she did not wear anything under the outfit and was hairless from her neck down.

Mary Ann reluctantly undressed, carefully piling her clothes in a corner away from the warm water. She put first one toe, then a foot and finally slid completely into the perfectly soothing liquid. Mitsui moved close and began rubbing soap all over Mary Ann's young body.

Innocently Mary Ann, in turn, rubbed the soap over Mitsui's more developed body. She had never seen nude or touched another female except her own mother. And when Mitsui turned and dumped a wooden pail of water over her head and smiling, held it out for her to do the same, laughingly returned the favor.

They climbed out of the bathing pool and sitting on a wooden bench dried off with white fluffy towels. As Mary Ann dried her legs and carefully then the damp hair between them. Mitsui opened a carved wooden box to reveal a straight razor and shaving brush.

"Now I must clean you of your hair covering your femaleness" She stated mater of factually.

"Why?" Mary Ann asked.

"We must be clean unless you want to yelp when the ropes run through your sex and pull on the hair" Mitsui mater of factely informed her.

"Ropes running through my sex lips?' Mary Ann incredulously asked. But submissively she sat back against the wooden walls and spread her legs wide.

Mary Ann looked down as Mitsui stirred up lather with the stubby brush in a ceramic mug and softly applied it. Covering all the hair between Mary Ann's spread legs. She trembled when she felt the edge of the razor brush against her skin, or was it from Mitsui's fingers lightly touching her body there as it guided the straight razor?

But the moment passed when Mitsui reached down into the bath, splashing its warm water over Mary Ann's pubis. Washing the shaving cream away and exposing the prominent lips of her sex. Mitsui then stood up and indicated she follow exiting the bath.

Mary Ann found her seated cross-legged on one side of the formal tea service and Mary Ann copied her sitting across the table.

"This tea will help you relax and enjoy, the Japanese Rope Bondage Exhibition experience" Mitsui soothingly told Mary Ann.

"I am not so sure" Mary Ann replied. "My life has been very private and rather quite"

"Except for the stories you publish on the Internet about your alter ego's life as a pre-teen bondage model" Mitsui queried.

"You know about those?" An alarmed Mary-Ann replied.

"Do not look so worried" Mitsui told her. "I am the writer of some of Japans most erotic adventures of Mitsui. A pretty little pre-teen school girl who is always being kidnapped, tortured and raped" "I have read all of your stories and hope you will read some of mine. And that is why I refer to you as a "Kindred Spirit"

"Yes, I have read three translated ones on an international stories site. Your character is treated very harshly compared to mine" Mary Ann told her. "I hope you have never experienced any of the things you write about as I did"

"You have been placed in bondage and photographed for real?' An incredulus Mitsui inquired?

"Yes, my parents arranged for a weekend of leather bondage photographs at the Ropeville Hotel for my thirteenth birthday last year" Mary Ann informed the obviously surprised nude oriental girl sitting across from her. "Just as they arranged for this Japanese bondage weekend as a cure for my writers block"

"They must love you very much to send you into bondage in order to assist your personal development" Mitsui told her. "My own father has used me as his bondage mannequin as long as I can remember"

But enough about tomorrow" Mitsui said changing the subject as she could see Mary Ann was becoming apprehensive.

"Have you a boyfriend?" Mitsui inquired.

"No, I am just too plain, do you?" Mary Ann asked back.

"Yes I do. He is in the grade ahead of me and went out on dates and all that sort of thing. But he remains back in Japan when I followed my father to America" Mitsui sadly told her.

"But you are only a "Plain Jane" because you want to be" Mitsui said. Leaning across the table and tickling Mary Ann in the ribs.

Mary Ann rolled away from the table giggling and Mitsui followed, tickling her feet and sides of the ribs. Mary Ann reached up and dragged her assailant down on top of her and returned the assault. The two young girls rolled across the floor giggling and laughing from the probing of each other's fingers.

Finally exhausted they ended up clinging to each other at the base of one wall. Then either embarrassed or worried were this intimacy was taking them sat up, smiling.

"It is time we prepared for sleep. My father will require us just after dawn and must be rested for a long day in the sun" Mitsui informed Mary Ann. She slid open one of the brightly painted wooden framed wall pieces and exposed a closet. She then withdrew two sleeping mats, pillows and warm blankets.