Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Chapter Ten: Look What You Made Me Do

Starring Taylor Swift

Codes: MF, Cons, Bondage, Femdom, Footjob, Oral

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2018

"Cole! Hurry up! I need to head out in a minute!" Taylor said, calling out to him across her lavish hotel suite.

"Coming! I'll be there in a sec!" Cole called back as he finished washing his hands and exited the bathroom.

"There is just one thing I'd like to check before we go." Said Taylor, greeting him with a kiss and leading him to the bedroom. "It's in here."

Cole followed her, staring at the king-sized bed as he entered. Atop the crisp white sheets were four black ropes, specifically designed for some erotic fun. Each was secured to a various part of the bedframe. He was surprised to see them there.

He looked at Taylor questioningly and asked, "I thought we were going to wait until you got home to try them out?"

"We were, but I was just so excited to try them out that I didn't want to wait a week." Taylor was looking at him slyly, almost as if she was embarrassed by this obvious display of eroticism. "I'm just not sure I set them up correctly. Could you maybe try them out for me? Just to see."

They'd talked about using the ropes, but they hadn't decided who was going to be tied up first. By this point, Cole knew Taylor well enough to tell when she had that look in her eye. After all, she had been the one to purchase the ropes and initiate the conversation. It was clear from her expression that she was excited to tie up her lover tonight and have her way with him. The idea excited him as well, especially after watching her perform onstage for over two hours. Besides, he could always tie her up another night.

"Happy to Swift."

He clambered onto the bed, but Taylor stopped him. "You can't do it with clothes on! Get naked real quick. I want a crystal-clear image of what we are going to be doing after the show. That way I can picture it the entire time."

Cole liked the sound of that so he quickly stripped and laid on the bed, fitting a rope around each ankle and then each wrist. He laid flat on his back, arms and legs outstretched in a spread-eagle position.

"Is this what you were imagining?"

"Let me see." Said Taylor, tightening the ropes around his ankles and then the ones around his wrists. "Ok. Secure. Try giving them a tug."

Cole moved his limbs, straining fairly hard against his restraints. They were very snug. He wasn't going anywhere. "I think they're good Swift."

Taylor flashed a mischievous grin as she sat down on the bed next to him. Her fingers lightly trailed along his upper thigh, inching slowly to his groin. At her delicate touch, Cole could feel himself getting hard. Taylor looked down at his swelling manhood and cocked an eyebrow in his direction. Cole shrugged unapologetically.

"Maybe I have a little bit more time..." Said Taylor, taking hold of his shaft and beginning to stroke it gently.

As Cole felt her hold tighten around his erection, he inadvertently struggled against his bonds, wanting to reach out and touch her. Hearing the stretch of the ropes, Taylor cast a lazy glance his way to watch him strain. She smiled even wider and increased the speed of her tugging. Soon he was as hard as a rock in her fist. She leaned over his rigid pole, puckered her lips and allowed a thick long stream of spittle to escape from in-between them. Cole felt the warm liquid hit his crown and roll down his shaft. Taylor let the saliva ooze down his shaft until it came to rest on his tightening scrotum. She gripped him again, now stroking hard and fast with her slick palm. Cole bucked his hips, unable to move anything else. Taylor quickly spat into her other hand before grabbing him with it as well. She worked both arms, hands gliding back and forth over his pole at top speed. Doubling fisting his cock, she looked directly at him with narrowed eyes, biting her lower lip. It was a look daring him to cum as she worked his wang like she would a Shake-Weight.

"If you want to cum Cole, you have to do it right now. Please cum for me. Cum for me right now and when we get back, I'll let you do whatever you want to me. You can tie me up, have your way with me. Any position. Any hole. As rough as you want. Any way you want it. Please just cum for me! Right now!"

Cole had only just flown in to see Taylor. This had been their first interaction in over two weeks and as the implications of her words penetrated his foggy brain, he found himself stiffening even further. He was already reaching his peak. Instead of holding back, he was just going to release.

"Yes! Swift! Keep going!" He cried out.

"Ready to cum?" She asked, her voice little more than a whisper.

Cole nodded, grunting his approval. His cock was fit to burst, testicles swelling, ready to release his sticky seed all over her hands. He closed his eyes and that's when he felt her let go of his aching prick. He waited the briefest of moments, expecting to feel her warm mouth or possibly even her wet pussy. When nothing happened, he opened his eyes. Cole blinked and looked at her questioningly.

"Uhhh, Swift?" He asked with a note of desperation in his voice.

"You just stay like that until I get back." Said Taylor, standing up and cleaning her hands off with a wet-wipe.

"What?!? What do you mean?" He asked, panic creeping into his tone. "Aren't I coming with you to the show?"

Taylor threw her head back and gave a trilling laugh. "No. You most certainly are not. You are going to stay right here, tied to this bed like the fucktoy you are, my fucktoy. All that cum churning around in your balls right now will wait to be released later when I say so. If I say so."

"Now wait one-minute Swift-" Cole started to say, but she leaned in close and whispered.

"When I get back, I'm going to do whatever I want to you and you'll have absolutely no say in it."

Cole was torn between the prospect of being restrained here for hours and utterly enthralled at the idea of the blonde popstar dominating him. He thought about using their safe word, but ultimately decided against it. Taylor clearly wanted this and he would be lying if he wasn't also excited by the prospect. He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could even take a breath, Taylor forced something into his oral cavity. He gagged, choking on some kind of fabric. As a familiar taste filled his mouth, he realized that she had gagged him with a pair of her used panties. By the taste of it, she had been very wet the last time they had been worn. The sweat and love-stained fabric filled his mouth, preventing his speech.

"MMMMHHHHH!!"

"Much better." Said Taylor, clearly looking at his hand to see if he made the safe signal they had also agreed upon previously. He did not. Smiling to herself and already feeling her loins burning at Cole's submissive attitude, she said. "We're almost done here. I just need to make sure that you are only thinking of me the entire time."

She fiddled for a moment in the nightstand and produced a pair of virtual reality googles and noise canceling headphones. Cole's eyes went wide and he shook his head from side to side, but still did not flash the safe signal. She fitted the googles over his eyes and made sure the headphones were fit snugly.

"I've made a little video for you. It'll run on repeat until I return."

Cole blinked, only seeing darkness, sound muffled. As Taylor started the video, light flashed before him and he found himself in a bizarre erotic VR experience. For now, it was just a static image, but as the video began to play he found he could move his head around, just like actual VR. Before him was Taylor, naked, with her legs spread wide apart. She was sitting on her bed in her apartment, leaning back on some pillows. On her nightstand were a number of sex toys, all of which they had used before. However, she didn't reach for them yet. Instead her hand moved down her taught tummy slowly, coming to rest on her perfect pink snatch. She began to work her spindly fingers, sinking them into her hungry twat. She looked directly into the camera and began speaking to him.

"Have fun and don't go anywhere!" He heard the real Taylor yell as she gave him a light tap on the testicles before leaving the room.

Cole sighed, wondering at just how quickly his current predicament had unfolded. Still, as the video continued to play and Taylor reached for a large pink plastic dildo, he was a pillar of stiffness. Precum oozed out of his slit and rolled down his member. He could feel the warm trickle as Taylor's cries of pleasure grew louder and louder in his ears. He wanted to cum so badly, but was utterly unable to free himself. As the video played to completion with Taylor cumming spectacularly, a bejeweled butt plug in her ass and a vibrating wand at her clit, Cole was still hard. There was a momentary lapse where the video paused before starting up again. It started again in the same way. As the video played again and again, Cole really had no idea how long he lay there tied to the bed. Still the video had the intended effect, every time he felt himself grow limp again, the video would pick up speed as she got closer and closer to cumming, and he felt himself harden all over again. He strained against the ropes, but to no avail. He couldn't even manage to get her soiled underwear out of his mouth and before long it was completely soaked through with his saliva. Like a prisoner accepting their fate, Cole simply lay there waiting to be used by his blonde popstar mistress.

Cole was jolted from his reverie when the video cut out right in the middle. He blinked, confused by the lack of visual and audio input. He closed his eyes and he could still see Taylor's naked image in front of his eyes, furiously masturbating, driving an impossibly large black dildo in and out of her wet pussy. He felt hands tug at the headset and headphones. Blissfully they were pulled from his head.

"Keep your eyes closed." Said Taylor, her tone commanding and authoritative. "Or I will leave you tied there for the rest of the night."

Cole complied, not eager to test whether or not she would carry out the threat. Once the VR headset was removed, he felt her pull out the gag in his mouth.

"Do not speak or blue balls will be the least of your problems."

Blissfully she removed the spittle-soaked garment from his mouth. Taking a deep breath and trying to summon some fresh spit into his bone-dry mouth, Cole kept his eyes shut tight. He sensed Taylor walked to the front of the bed.

"Still hard for me." She said, as Cole felt latex clad fingers around his rod. "Good boy. All right. You may open your eyes."

Cole opened his eyes and was treated to a breathtaking sight. Taylor Swift stood in front of him, scantily clad in latex. A push-up black latex bra gave her very ample cleavage, making her rack look better than ever. A pair of high-waisted latex panties clung so tight to her hips that he could see every curve of her supple behind. She was sporting a pair of bright magenta knee-high, high-heeled boots and matching elbow-length gloves. Her hair was slicked back, as though it were wet. Her makeup was heavy on the eyeshadow, her lips the same magenta as her boots. Smacking her hand in a steady rhythm was a short black riding crop. Cole realized, the longer he looked at her, that it appeared to be some parts of her outfit from her music video, Look What You Made Me Do. Clearly Taylor had liked she saw and kept it after the shoot. She wasn't sporting the cape, or the collar but there were definite similarities. She surveyed him, her blues eyes squinting as she waited for his reaction.

"You may speak now. Tell me, does the sight of your goddess please you?"

"Yes Ms. Swift." Said Cole. "Looks like I got harder in the nick of time."

He watched her face closely. Her expression was stern, but Cole saw the corners of her mouth twitch with amusement at his pun.

"I will release you so that you may relieve yourself in the bathroom and prepare yourself for what will come next."

Taylor loosened the bonds around his wrists and ankles. Cole wriggled out of his bonds, rubbing his wrists and stretching his tight muscles.

"You have one minute." Said Taylor, smacking the crop in her hand for effect.

"Come on Swift." Said Cole.

"Fifty-nine, fifty-eight..."

Cole scrambled off the bed into the bathroom where he quickly relieved himself, gulped some water and splashed his face. He took a quick rinse with some mouthwash as he heard Taylor count down. He ran out and stood in front of her just as she reached zero. She was sitting in a chair, with her legs crossed.

"At least you can follow instructions. Now, kiss my boots." She gestured with the crop.

Cole nodded slowly, kneeling down on the ground in front of her, prostrating himself before his goddess. He lowered his lips to the magenta boots and planted a kiss on them. As he worshipped her feet, sliding his lips up and down her boots, he felt the her trail the crop along his spine. He flicked his eyes upwards to watch the expression of satisfaction on her face.

A light smack of the crop and she said, "Eye's down. Focus on your task."

As Cole finished bathing Taylor's boots in saliva, she gave him another smack to get his attention. "Now, take my boots off." She said, gesturing with the crop.

Cole nodded and reached up to the top of the zipper. He slowly unzipped the magenta boots, all the way down from knee to foot. Gently he peeled back the material and slid each one off of Taylor's delicate legs. Taking the boots, he carefully placed them aside as she crossed her legs and wiggled her toes at him.

"Well? Continue." Said Taylor, indicating her feet.

Cole placed his lips back down onto the top of her right foot. He kissed it, tasting the sweat that had gathered there. Slowly moving his lips down her foot until he reached her big toe, the nail painted a dark crimson color. Placing the digit in his mouth, he sucked tight, using a method that she so often used on him. He swirled his tongue around, feeling the hard surface of the nail and the hard calluses on the bottom, releasing it with a pop. He moved onto the next toe, again taking it deep into his mouth. With his freed hands he massaged the soles of her feet. Cole moved down the little piggies, kissing and sucking each one, until he reached the other foot and started the whole process all over again. As her toes were being serviced, Taylor let her satisfaction be known with a series of moans. As Cole finished with her final pinky toe, she tapped him with the crop again and gestured towards the bed. He got up and sat on the bed.

"Lay down. On your stomach." Said Taylor.

Cole complied, laying down flat on his stomach, his rigid rod sandwiched beneath him. His feet were still on the floor, but his torso lay on the bed, bent with his ass on display for his goddess. Looking behind him, he watched as she admired his rear end. When she spotted him staring at her, she barked, "Look forward!"

Cole snapped his head back forward. There was a brief pause before he heard a rush of air and then the crack of the crop on his behind. The sensation of pain followed a second later.

"OW!" Said Cole, more out of surprise than anything.

"Did I say you could speak?" Asked Taylor.

With a flick of her wrist, she smacked him again, albeit a bit lighter this time. Cole kept his mouth shut this time, refusing to let any sound escape from between his lips. Taylor leaned down close to his head. Cole kept his eyes looking forward. She whispered in his ear, "Ask for another."

"Ms. Swift, may I have another?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Taylor grinning. She even gave a little shudder at being so in control of him. She stood up straight and smacked him again. The sensation was somewhere between pain and pleasure. Cole thought he finally understood why Taylor liked being spanked so much. He clenched his teeth and asked again.

"Thank you, Ms. Swift. May I have another?"

Taylor smacked him again. Cole asked again. He asked again and again until his rear end was red and burning.

"Thank you, Ms. Swift. May I have another?"

"No. We are done here. Flip onto your back and put your restraints back on."

She dropped the crop to the ground. He laid on his back, spread eagle on the mattress as she secured the restraints just like before. Now firmly bound again, he could only watch helplessly as Taylor straddled him. She removed a strip of latex that had been obscuring her pussy from view. Now crotch-less, Cole could easily make out the puffy, smooth lips that he knew so well.

"Let me tell you what is going to happen now." Said Taylor. "I am going to get off as much as I want using this." She grabbed his throbbing cock with her hand and squeezed it tight. "Once this cock makes me climax, maybe then I will allow you to ejaculate. We'll see."

Cole felt Taylor working something around his cock and looked down to see. Between her latex clad fingers, she held a black cock ring. He opened his mouth to protest, but one raised finger from her told him otherwise. As she clamped the cock ring into place, Cole immediately felt his dick swell even further. He groaned. He wanted to cum so badly already. This was going to be torture...and he was getting off on it.

"If you're a good boy then I will take this off. But first you must show me the proper respect."

Without further words, Taylor shuffled further up the bed bringing her knees on either side of his head. Directly above him was her delectable twat, dripping wet from his worship and subsequent punishment.

"Eat me." Commanded Taylor, lowering herself.

Cole suddenly found himself engulfed by the sweet taste of Taylor's pussy. Obediently he began to work his lips, sliding his tongue against her slit. Once more his senses were deprived with Taylor thick thighs squeezing either side of his head. Again, he struggled against his ropes fruitlessly, wanting to touch his blonde goddess. Thrusting his tongue upwards as Taylor began to rock her hips back and forth, she grinded herself on his mouth. Gobbling at her twat, he tasted sweet love juices. She grinded herself harder into his face, Cole tongue-fucking her velvety folds as he crushed him further. His nose pressed into her swollen clit as fluids dripped down his chin onto his chest. From the narrow slit visible between her tree-trunk thighs, Cole could see his latex-clad girlfriend in ecstasy, mouth open, eyes closed and whole-body undulating. Taylor ground her hips faster, like she was giving a lap dance to his face. Cole responded by nuzzling his face in unison with his flicking tongue and speeding lips. Taylor got louder and louder the longer she rode his face.

"Yes. Yes. EAT ME!" Cried Taylor, the volume increasing with each word. "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!! I'M CUMMMMIIINNNNGGGG!!"

She screamed and her body tensed as she squeezed her massive thighs together, squishing Cole between those pale beauties. Although he slowed down while the orgasm rocked her body, he never stopped his licking of her cunt. As her senses returned to her she looked down at him between her legs.

"That's one. You may stop." She commanded.

Cole gladly let his jaw take a rest and eased off her pussy, catching his breath. He sucked in great breathes of air, his face as red as the lipstick she usually wore. Taylor got off of him and spun around so her back was facing him. Cole noticed the split in her latex undergarment went all the way up to her butt crack. Taylor looked down for a moment before straddling his face again.

"Now eat my ass."

As her luscious cheeks swallowed his face, Cole jutted his tongue out, slithering right into her backdoor. As her fat cheeks settled around his face, he realized that he had been fortunate before. Taylor's sizable caboose blotted out the entire world around him. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, all he could do was force his lips and push them against her chocolate starfish and stick his tongue inside. As she suffocated him with her asscheeks, Taylor lifted herself up using her arms and slid her famous legs down to his tender prick. Dexterously she placed a foot on either side of the engorged shaft and starting stroking up and down. She used the soles of her feet, gripping with her toes to work his cock. Cole could feel her feet on his member, but it barely registered as he continued munching her ass, struggling to breathe. Cole tongued her bumhole faster and Taylor responded by increasing the speed of her feet, wrapped around his shaft.
"YES! YES! EAT THAT ASS!"

Cole continued tongue-fucking her brown-eyed willy, but as time went on, he felt Taylor sinking lower and lower onto him, actually suffocating him with her plump cheeks. He was having real trouble getting enough air and if he didn't get a deep breath soon then he thought he would pass out. He had to use the safety signal, with both hands he flashed the devil horns. Nothing happened. More urgently he wriggled his body, using the last of his oxygen and flashed the signal again. Almost immediately he felt her feet vacate his cock as her ass was lifted off his face. She spun around the bed, a look of concern on her face. Cole, coughing and spluttering as he took in massive gasps of air, was blue in the face, chest heaving up and down.

"Oh my god! Cole!" She said, breaking character for a moment.

"I'm good. I'm good! Just need some air! Keep going!" Said Cole, still swallowing down air.

Taylor nodded and moved down his body to line herself up with his aching rod. She slowly rocked back and forth, just close enough for the entrance of her pussy to brush the tip of his cock.

She looked at him directly and asked, "Tell me. Who owns this cock?"

"You do Ms. Swift." Said Cole, the color in his face returning to normal. His dick however, was as red and swollen as ever.

"You don't sound very convincing." She said, continuing to undulate her hips ever so slightly, wetting the very tip with her moist labia.

"You own my cock Ms. Swift! You always have!" Said Cole again, his body struggling against the restraints, desperate to be inside of her again. He had never wanted to cum so badly in his entire life. His prick throbbed, only growing ever harder with the cock-ring securely snug around him.

"Is that so?" Asked Taylor, an expression of delight on her face as she could see Cole visibly struggling against his bonds. Her eyes narrowed and she whispered, "Beg me for it."

"Please Taylor." Said Cole, the phrase escaping in one quick breath.

Forgetting to address her as Ms. Swift earn his dick a slap, which Taylor doled out promptly.

"Grovel before me. Beg for the sweet release that only my pussy can grant you."

"Please Ms. Swift, I can't stand it ANYMORE!" Yelled Cole, meaning every single word he spoke. If he wasn't in Taylor's pussy within the next few seconds he was going to lose his mind. "I need you. I need your sweet pussy wrapped around me. I'll do anything you ask. Please grant me relief! PLEASE!"

Taylor looked him dead in the eye, smiled, and dropped down. That merciful act granted Cole the sensation he so greatly desired. She was so wet that slid in as though it were a slip-n-slide. Taylor let out a shriek of pleasure and Cole, a deep guttural grunt. She began to ride up and down, bouncing on his shaft. Taylor placed her hands on his chest and dug her latex-clad fingernails into his chest. The expression on her face was one of pure lust. She wanted nothing more than to get off using his cock. Leaning forward, she rode him like a jockey rode a racehorse. Up and down she fucked his cock, both parties letting out of grunts of satisfaction each time Taylor impaled herself on Cole's aching inflamed prick. With the cock-ring firmly sung around his ding-dong, was getting to the point of being so hard it was painful. Still she didn't let up. Taylor was using him until she was done. Now, she leaned back and planted her bare feet on the mattress. She raised her arms behind her head and rocked her hips. Every time she slammed down onto him, her breasts jiggled in their latex prison, struggling to escape as she fucked his brains out.

"YES! YES! YES!" Screamed Taylor as she rode him, his mushroom head pounding directly into her g-spot each time. "I'M GOING TO CUM! FUCK YES!"

"Cum for me Ms. Swift." Said Cole eagerly.

Taylor reached out a hand and slapped him across the face, never missing a beat as her free hand moved to strum her throbbing clit like she was playing a guitar.

"Silence!"

Cole didn't say anything more, but waited as Taylor fucked him harder and harder, flicking her bean with blurry magenta fingers.

"YEEEESSSSSS!!" She screamed, throwing her head back and thrusting her chest outwards.

With a tremendous shudder that rocked the entire room, Taylor Swift came. As her body shook and a wide smile spread across her face, she relaxed in her position perched atop his cock. Cole remained silent, apart from the enormous grin on his face. When Taylor finally opened her eyes, she looked at.

"That's two." She said, before spinning around with him still inside of her.

Now she slender back and ample behind were facing him. She started to ride him again. Cole groaned out of both pleasure and pain as he watched her bottom shake up and down, desperately wanting to pop a finger into her butthole. He knew that was always sure-fire way to set her off. Alas, he could do nothing as Taylor fucked him hard again. Leaning forward and breathing heavily, she rode him again, gripping onto his spread-eagle legs for support. It wasn't long before her third orgasm of the night struck her. She shuddered, shrieking with pleasure and her body lolled as the orgasm smacked into her with the force of a train. By this point, Cole's cock was numb.

"That's three." She said, extracting herself from his dick and kneeling on the bed.

She examined his fluid-soaked fuck-stick. It was bright red, nearly purple, so engorged from the teasing, riding and cock-ring. Cole's balls were swollen to twice their usual size. Taylor stuck out a tongue delicately and gave a single long, slow lick, tasting herself. Cole wasn't sure how much more he could take.

"You've done well. I think perhaps I will let you cum."

"Oh, thank you Ms. Swift! Thank you!" Said Cole, meaning every hurried word of it.

Taylor loosened the bonds at his hands and ankles. Cole wriggled out for the second time that night.

"Kneel." Said Taylor indicating the bed. "And put your hands behind your back."

Cole did as he was told. He felt behind him as Taylor quickly wrapped a length of rope around his hands and ankles. Now kneeling on the bed, his bloated cock aimed in front of him like he was a medieval knight with a lance. It was flushed and swollen, the amount of cum ready to explode from it unreal. In front of him, Taylor placed one of her reputation magazines, opened to a beautiful headshot of herself.

She knelt behind him and reached a magenta-clad latex hand around to his front. With a quick motion, she undid the cock-ring and it popped off. Sweet relief flooded Cole as blood rushed out of his dick back into his body. Taylor gripped his enlarged inflamed prick and began to stroke. His cock was drenched in her fluids and the latex glove ensured that she slid smoothly over his tender member.

"Look at me there." Said Taylor, grabbing the back of his head and forcing it down to look at the photo. "Does the sight of me please you?"

"Yes Ms. Swift."

"Good. You will cum for me when I say so."

Cole tried to nod his head, but she held it firm. Stroking his cock quickly, Cole didn't have the stamina to hold back his orgasm for any longer. At this point, he'd been building up his load for way too many hours.

"Three...two...one..." Taylor whispered in his ear as her hand stroked a mile a minute. Then she uttered the sweetest word that could possibly escape from between her lips. "Cum."

Cole exploded without a second thought. Semen that had been churning and swirling around his aching nutsack for hours exploded with the force of a bomb from his throbbing piss-slit. The thick, potent, virile semen arched out over the photo, leaving behind copious milky white streaks. As Taylor stroked him, cum erupted like a volcano, creamy jism soaking the pages of the magazine. As blood rushed to his head, all sound was deafened and his vision threatened to give out as he saw spots. His cum still spurting everywhere landed well past the pages of the magazine, staining the sheets. As sound and vision returned to him he looked down to find he had stopped cumming, a few globules of baby batter still leaking out of the tip. He relaxed within his restraints, light-headed as he was but still held firmly in place by Taylor. He blinked, looking down at the pages of the magazine. The image of Taylor printed there was barely visible underneath the tidal wave of semen blasted over it, thicker and more potent than he had ever seen.

Cole looked behind at her with dazed eyes and said, "Damn Swift. Look what you made me do."

She stared at him for a moment a severe look on her face, as though she was going to smack him again, but she couldn't hold. She broke character, laughing loudly. She laughed and laughed until there were tears in her eyes.

"Good one Cole." She said, wiping her eyes and smearing her makeup in the process.

"Thanks Swift. Now can you finally untie me?"

End of Chapter Ten