The Reluctant Master

At first he didn’t even know her name, just one of the many girls in one of his many college classes. She was attractive, not in an exotic sort of way, but in that simple girl next-door kind. Long brown hair, simply dressed and not one feature out of place, she looked more at home in a library than a party. But then again in every reincarnation of the Harvest Moon series he always went for the shy librarian, so there you go.

However she was still only one girl and he didn’t really even notice her that much until she came to class in an InuYasha shirt. Now while it is true that InuYasha is DBZ for girls, he didn’t really hate it for that and more far more importantly she publicly admitted to like anime.

Ryan had to think hard, it was his deep fantasy to date a girl that didn’t roll her eyes at his extensive collection of figures, but there were risks. He could remember many a con where the seemingly sane fangirl would instruct him on the finer points of the male love relationships in Gundam Wing, so much so that after about half an hour he wanted to kill himself. Many like him had given up on the otaku girlfriend dream, and for good reason.

But the possibility gnawed at him, so much so that eventually it was hard to deny. What was a passing appreciation grew into a desire, one that he needed to act on or risk going insane. Ryan had enough social experience to know that their first meeting would go nothing like he imagined in his head, but a favorable first impression was what he hoped for.

It was just before class, several people were already outside the door waiting, including her. Furthermore she was relatively by herself, it was the opportunity he was waiting for. Summoning all the baseless courage and ignoring more of the shrill warnings in his head Ryan went for it.

“Hello, my name is Ryan, nice to meet you.”

So far so good.



Her ankle slipped out of his grasp as she ran upstairs on all fours, clawing away from him. Ryan didn’t expect her to be so strong, but quickly ran after her. Luckily by going upstairs she really cornered herself, it was all bedrooms and dead ends. Alicia tried to run into the bathroom, there was a lock on the door, but just before she could close it Ryan shoved hard, hitting her in the head.

She staggered back, putting a hand on the sink to steady herself, but Ryan didn’t give her a chance to recover. He bodily picked her up off the ground and threw her into the linoleum floor. As he came down to pin her Alicia’s open palm squarely hit him in the face with a loud smack. After quickly blocking a second attack he flipped her onto her stomach and drove his knee into her back.

Finally having the upper hand Ryan pulled out a large piece of white nylon rope, grabbing her flailing arms and getting them together behind her back. Twice she slipped out of his initial work, but he finally secured a first knot and then started to tie something more secure. Realizing that she was losing, Alicia tried to kick him, while cursing.

“You son of a bitch let me go, LET ME GO!”

Ryan finally got the binding around her hands fully secure and breathed a sigh of relief. It would be hard for her to get up or do much of anything without her hands for support. Then he flipped her around onto her back, well more like onto her hands, which had to be really uncomfortable. Then she kicked him, hard, only inches away from his tender loins, clipping him in the leg. Before she could bring the leg to his face he jumped forward and held onto her thrashing lower section.

It was a struggle to pull her legs together, but he sat on them to make sure they didn’t go anywhere. Taking another length of rope he did the same knot with her legs, making sure it was secure. After that he got up and took a breather, Alicia thrashed around like a snake but now she was helpless. Sweat drenched his face from the struggle, yes he was by far physically stronger but it was still hard work.

There were several towel hooks, only one he knew for sure that was anchored into a stud. Ryan lifted her by her feet and pulled her up until he managed to hook the rope to that hook. Her head did touch the ground, but barely, and now she was hanging upside down with her back towards him. Satisfied that the hook was holding, he pulled down her shirt, over her head and up to her arms. Ryan couldn’t take the shirt completely off because of the ropes, but the shirt hanging as a ball by her hands worked well enough.

He unhooked the bra and it just fell around her arms, then he proceeded with Alicia’s pants. Ryan had to pull them up and hook them into a pile on her feet. He had to do the same thing with her panties, but then it was done. She was hanging upside down with her clothes gathered at opposite ends of her body. Now there was that voice, the shrill one that seemed to object to his every action inside his head. He felt sorry for it; it was only trying to save his immortal soul after all.

However there was another voice, that told him well done and congratulated him on his clever use of rope and his environment. Ryan had to admit, the towel hook was a stroke of genius, and now his plans had finally come to fruition. Also in a way it was like completing a work of art, the way she hanged there naked and exposed. Ryan shook his head at how depraved he had become, but it did get easier after the first few times. It was like accepting that you were just a sinner and might as well go all out.

He left her hanging there and went to gather his supplies. It took a minute but he came back with everything in a plastic bag. Being turned toward the wall she couldn’t see any of it, and it was just as well, things were not about to be pleasant. Ryan reached in at random and pulled out duck tape, fate could be strange sometimes.

Taking a long strip he tore it off with his teeth and put it vertical on her back, then he tore off several more lengths until her back was covered in tape. Balancing on one foot he used the other to push into the tape, and at the same time pushing her into the wall. Ryan rubbed up and down with his foot until he was satisfied that the tape was secure to her skin.

She tried to thrash a bit, but stopped when she realized that all it was doing was pulling her ropes tighter. He grabbed one length of tape and pulled it off, fast but not too fast, like a twisted form of waxing. She couldn’t help but scream a little, the redness on her back showing how much it must of hurt. Didn’t stop Ryan from grabbing another strip, not at all, and he pulled them off until her back was completely red.

He rummaged through his supplies, thought for a minute, and finally decided to try out his new idea. It was a leather belt, wide and long, but at the end it was cut into 4 vertical strips that went on for half a foot up. Ryan was uncertain about this one, it was a whip after all, what if it caused cuts and bleeding? No, it was time to be a man and do what had to be done.

Ryan let the length of leather fall to the ground, however at her position she couldn’t see what was going on. He had to remember how to do this, firm motion, a snap back at the last second with the wrist, just like the internet taught him. In one fluid motion he pulled the belt back over his head, and knocked over the soap behind him. Realizing his mistake he moved his hand up the belt to make it shorter. Well time to try again.

Ryan pulled back and lashed out, pulling back with his wrist just as the leather touched the skin on her back. It cracked with a satisfying sound and her sudden scream was also a good indication. Again he came down and crossed the previous red mark at a bit of an angle. He had never seen anyone hit with a whip before, and it was odd to him how the skin turned a deeper red and stood out like a long belt shaped bump.

Well thinking led to hesitation, so he just pushed down his thoughts and started up again, bathing her back with red, inflamed skin. Only a handful of seconds passed between each stroke, and he proved she had a lot of scream in her yet. Ryan finally took a breather, his armed ached a bit and the air had grown warm. She wasn’t having a pleasant time either; she just hanged there and sobbed. Her salvia and tears formed a puddle that her head was somewhat dipped in, while her feet were turning a somewhat unhealthy color bearing all that weight.

She was going to be so pissed at him.


It took some time to pull her down and undo the ropes. Alicia was as weak as a kitten, he had to help her even stand. Her legs could hardly move forward considering how much they were shaking. But step-by-step he helped her forward, down the hall and to his bed. Considering what he did to her back she laid on her side, trembling every minute or so.

Ryan knelt down as if she was on her deathbed, and he really wondered if that was the case. Her eyes were vacant but she gripped his hand with all the strength she had left. For several minutes nothing was said, and Ryan was sure the second she had the strength to lift a knife Alicia would try to kill him. He had simply gone just too far and…

Alicia raised her hand, her eyes now focused on his, it raised slowly up to him, reaching for him.

Alicia patted Ryan on the head, “Good Boy.”