Cindy and Tony walked through the park, hand in hand, sharing the concrete walkway with skateboarders, joggers, baby strollers and other couples. All were enjoying their beautiful sunny Sunday in Baxter Park.

They passed a lamp post. Tony glanced up. "That was so cool," he sighed to himself.

"What was cool?" asked Cindy.

"Oh nothing. It was just a daydream I had."

Cindy stopped and looked into Tony's eyes. "I hate it when you do that. You got all this stuff going on in your mind and you keep it secret. This time I insist that you tell me what's going on in your mind."

Tony frowned. "You wouldn't understand. It's kinda weird. At least you'd think so."

Cindy pressed on. "Try me."

Tony shrugged, took Cindy's hand, and pulled her back to the lamp post. He looked up and focused on an eyebolt about eight feet up the pole.

"See that metal loop up there on the pole?" Tony pointed to the eyebolt. "In the old days, when this was a gas lamp, they used to hang these long lighter poles from that loop. It would hook right in. Now that they switched all these lamps over to those bright incandescent bulbs nobody uses that loop any more."

Cindy shrugged her shoulders. "So?"

"Well, I had a dream about that metal loop – and you. That's all."

Cindy squinted up at the eyebolt. "You've got to be kidding me. That's it? A dream about some old metal loop up on a lamp post? And me?" She thought for a second. "Okay, tell me your dream. I want the details."

"Are you sure you want to hear this? You may not like it."

"Just tell me the stupid dream already, you butthead!" Cindy playfully kicked Tony in the ass.

Tony took Cindy's hand and led her over to the park bench just across the way from the lamp post. They sat down.

"Well I have this daydream that we're here at around midnight. There's nobody here but us. And we're sitting here on this bench making out and..." Then he stopped. "That's it."

"No it's not! Tell me the rest! What about the lamp post?"

"Okay... Well I take out a piece of rope and have you hold your arms out." He pulled Cindy's arms toward him and pushed her wrists together. "Then I wind rope around your wrists." He made a wrapping motion. "And tie them together. I leave a good bit of rope dangling. They I pull you over to the post. I thread the rope through that loop. I pull down on the rope so it pulls your arms up over your head. Just enough so that you almost have to stand on your tip toes. But not quite. Then I tie it off."

Cindy looked perplexed. But Tony was getting really animated. She could see the excitement in his eyes.

"Oh, and then I take another piece of rope and I tie your ankles together. And then I sit on the bench and watch you struggle for a while. And then -"

Cindy put her hand up to Tony's mouth. "I think I get the picture. You are crazy, Tony."

Tony looked like a hurt puppy. "So you don't want to hear the rest. It gets even better."

Cindy smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Naaah. Let's get back to our walk." She stood up, took Tony's hand, and pulled him up.

They continued their walk, hand in hand, enjoying each other and the beautiful day. Not another word was said about the lamp post.

The following day at work Cindy couldn't get Tony's daydream out of her mind. She had been tied up a few times when she was a kid playing Cowboys and Indians and that sort of thing. They were some of her fondest memories.

Cindy sighed as she gazed at the stack of folders in her inbox. As a legal aid for a real estate attorney, concentration was key.

Cindy wasn't going to get anything done today.

Cindy closed her office door and locked it. She sat back down and looked around for just the right...

"Ahaa!"

She picked up her mouse and unplugged it from the computer. Using her mouth she wrapped the mouse's cord several times around her wrists and tied it off in a simple knot. She giggled and blushed, surprised at how much fun she was having.

The intercom beeped. It was her boss. "Cindy, it's Bob. Can you bring me the Anderson contract please?"

Cindy reached forward with her bound hands and hit the flashing green button. "I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm kinda tied up right now."

"As soon as you can." The light went off. Cindy started giggling.

"That was so corny!" she said to herself. "I've always wanted to do that."

She froze - and looked at the mouse cord wrapped around her wrists.

"Hmmmmm."

She started dialing her phone. Soon Tony's familiar "Hello" graced her ear.

"Hi Tony... I want to do it... You know, the daydream. I want to make your daydream about the lamp post come true... Meet you at the park at midnight, okay?... No, I don't care about the details. You can do whatever you want to me... Yes, really! I love you! Bye!"

When she hung up the phone she felt giddy. She hadn't felt this giddy since she was a little girl. A little girl playing Cowboys and Indians.

The rest of Cindy's day seemed to take forever. She couldn't stop watching the clock. Five O'clock seemed so far away. And then there were another seven hours past that till midnight.

Finally the clock made it to five. She drove home. Cindy was so excited she had a hard time eating. She had no appetite. She tried to watch a TV show but couldn't concentrate on anything. She just paced back and forth across the living room, through her kitchen, to the garage, working hard to pass time.

Cindy couldn't decide what to wear. The weather report said it was going to be a perfect cool, clear evening. Seventy degrees Fahrenheit. Half moon. Winds from the south at five miles per hour. She must have cycled through four or five different outfits before deciding on a nice comfortable long sleeved pink blouse and a loose pair of jeans. She had no idea how long Tony's daydream was going to last so she wanted to wear something comfortable.

Finally the clock said 11:30. She rushed to her car. She drove like a wild woman.

Cindy arrived at the park at 11:42. She walked quickly to the lamp post. The park was as empty and desolate as Tony had imagined it. When she arrived at the lamp post, Tony was not yet there. She sat down on the park bench and waited, intermittently gazing up at the surprisingly bright incandescent lamp. Her watch read 11:52. Her pulse felt like it was 200. The five minutes she waited before Tony showed up felt like an hour.

"Hi Cindy!" Tony walked toward his nervous girlfriend. "I can't believe you want to do this. I thought you said I was nuts."

Cindy grinned. "Nuts can be fun." She jumped off the bench, ran toward Tony, and quickly gave him a big hug and a kiss. She stepped back and presented her wrists to him. "I'm ready."

Tony checked his watch. "Okay, we're right on schedule. Let's do this."

Tony bent down and pulled a long piece of rope from his bag. Cindy was surprised at the size of the bag. It looked pretty full. She hadn't imagined Tony's daydream being that complicated.

"Yesterday afternoon you didn't let me finish describing my daydream" Tony said as he bound Cindy's wrists together.

Cindy winked at him. "That's okay. I can handle some surprises." She flashed Tony a big smile as Tony double-tied the knots. Cindy was having the time of her life. "I meant what I said. Do whatever you want to me. I trust you."

Tony shook his head in disbelief. This was so totally out of character for his normally conservative Cindy. "Damn girl. I wish I would have tied you up months ago!" Tony tugged on the six foot leash of extra rope extending from Cindy's bound wrists. He led her up to the pole and threaded the leash through the eyebolt. As he pulled down on the rope, Cindy's bound wrists rose up above her head. When Tony tied off the rope, Cindy's feet were still flat on the ground, but just barely.

Cindy unconsciously let out a pleasurable moan.

"Are you okay?" asked Tony.

"This is fine." Cindy smiled brightly. "Just like I imagined it."

Tony knelt in front of Cindy and began binding her ankles. Cindy playfully wiggled her hips. After Tony was satisfied, he got up and examined his helpless girlfriend.

"Wow, Cindy. You truly look fantastic." Cindy smiled at the sincere compliment. Her smile was soon covered by Tony's lips. He held her in his arms as they passionately kissed. Soon the smooching escalated to other things. Tony reached under Cindy's blouse and cupped her bra-covered breasts with his hands.

"Mind if I, ummm...." he asked.

"Knock yourself out."

Tony reached back behind Cindy's bra, fumbled with the bra clasp while Cindy giggled, and snapped her bra free. He continued fondling and pinching her full round breasts underneath the pink blouse.

Cindy was loving it. She had a feeling Tony's daydream would head in this direction. But this was turning out to be even more fun than she imagined.

They kissed again.

"I love your daydream so far" purred a very aroused Cindy. "What's next?" She winked.

Tony laughed. He reached down into his bag and retrieved a bright red ball gag. He dangled it in front of Cindy's eyes.

Cindy had never been ball-gagged before. But she wasn't too surprised at this latest plot twist. After all, the word "bound" was just about always next to the word "gagged". Cindy was feeling adventurous. She opened her mouth wide. Tony pushed the ball back behind her teeth and fastened the strap behind her neck.

Cindy felt fine. It wasn't exactly what she had imagined. But she kind of liked the added feeling of vulnerability.

Tony reached his right arm down into Cindy's loose fitting jeans and navigated his hand inside her panties. Cindy gasped as she felt Tony's hand pass over her well manicured bush down toward her moist pussy.

"Hmmmmnnnnggggffff!" She mewed happily into the gag as Tony's probing finger quickly brushed over her sensitive clit and entered inside her.

As Tony had his way with his well bound girlfriend, Cindy thought back to those happy days, long ago, playing Cowboys and Indians. This, she decided, was way more fun.

Then Tony stopped. "Just a sec." He glanced quickly at his watch. "Damn! It's almost 12:30. I really wanted to watch you struggle from the park bench for a little while." He pulled his arm out of her jeans. "Looks like that'll have to wait till after."

Cindy was perplexed. "After what?" she asked - although it came out more like "Annngggffff whhhhnnnngggg?"

"After the Sign In!" Tony picked up his bag. "It's almost time. I gotta hurry."

He reached into his bag and started pulling out fine point Sharpie felt tip markers, a dozen at a time. He spread them all around Cindy and the light pole - like he was spreading seeds on the ground. There must have been two hundred markers strewn around the helpless pole-bound girl - some red, some blue, some green, some purple. All the colors of the rainbow.

He looked back down at his watch. "Still got a couple minutes left. Perfect timing."

Cindy was completely bewildered. She looked directly at Tony as he unbuttoned her blouse. Her eyes said it all. What's going on?

"I belong to this group called the Surf City Signatories. We put our signatures on stuff. Have you ever heard of us?"

Cindy nodded her head "No" as Tony lifted her blouse up over her head. He tied it off by her wrists.

"It's an Internet group. It's really cool. We post a 'SIGN EVENT' on this web forum. Then we list the 'EXECUTION TIME' and the 'INSTRUMENT LOCATION'. You know, that's contract talk – time and place and all that."

A wide-eyed and unbelieving Cindy nodded - "Hmmmnnng, hmmmmng" - as Tony lifted her dangling bra up over her head, tying it off around her blouse just beneath her bound wrists. Yes, she was quite familiar with contract jargon.

Tony started unbuckling the belt holding up Cindy's jeans.

"The deal is you can't show up to the event even a second early. Everyone syncs their watch with the atomic clock on the site."

He pulled down the zipper of Cindy's jeans.

"It's all over in two minutes. Hit and run. No lingering allowed. You're in. You're out. You're done. Usually we sign stuff like a house or a building or a car. We even did a boat once."

Tony pushed Cindy's open jeans down to her ankles.

"Last week we group-signed a statue. That's what gave me the idea for this fantasy."

He stood back and put his hands on his hips. A wide-eyed Cindy listened intently, not accepting a word of what Tony was telling her.

"When I posted my sign event this afternoon after you called, I got over two hundred confirmations in the first hour alone! I'm not too surprised. After all, what's a cooler thing to sign than a smoking hot nude girl?"

Tony put his thumbs inside the waist band of Cindy's panties. He deftly slid them down her long shapely legs, where they joined her jeans at her ankles.

"You don't know how cool I think you are for letting me live this fantasy."

He held his helpless nude girlfriend's slender waist and once again teased her full perfect breasts - this time with his mouth.

He stepped back. "Yes, you look simply phenomenal."

Tony ran back to the park bench as his watch beeped, marking 12:30AM on the dot.

Cindy stood alone. At the lamp post. Nude. Bound. Gagged. In utter shock. She was frozen stiff, like a frightened deer in the headlights of an approaching car, literally unable to comprehend what was happening right before her eyes.

In a matter of seconds a crowd of several hundred group-signers converged on her from out of nowhere. The once dark, desolate park was now a hub of activity as people struggled to "execute" their signature on the group's latest "instrument".

Men and women, guys and girls, with Sharpie felt tip markers in hand, quickly covered Cindy's stunning nude canvas with all the colorful inks Tony had provided. The prime real estate of her breasts was the first area to be completely covered by signatures. Her belly, thighs and ass soon followed. The signatories gently turned Cindy back and forth as they sought to find a free space to sign their name.

Cindy, still frozen in shock, winced meekly.

Despite the intense gut wrenching fear Cindy was experiencing, she was also starting to sense feelings of kindness, warmth and love. Cindy had absolutely no means to cover or protect herself. Yet the guys and girls signing her all treated her with the utmost care and respect. None tried to take advantage of her. They all signed their names in a gentle and precise manner. Several of the girls even whispered in Cindy's ears, telling her how beautiful she was and kissed her on the cheek before rushing off.

Also, despite the lack of writing area available as the two minutes drew to a close, nobody signed above her collar bone, nobody wrote on top of another's signature, and nobody said a word to another.

Cindy caught a glimpse of Tony, who was now standing on the park bench monitoring the event. He looked so proud. Cindy's spontaneous smile was stymied by her gag.

For a few seconds Cindy lost herself in Tony's joyful grin – of which she was the cause. As she did, Cindy actually started enjoying the sensations she was experiencing. The cool, wet tips of the markers gliding over her soft bare skin. Often ten or more markers writing at the same time. Over her thighs, her calves, her biceps, her shoulders, her belly, her hips. She let out a subconscious moan. Finally the signatories could not find room for their full signatures and they left their symbols instead.

Recognizing that the end was near, Cindy actually felt herself relaxing.

Then, just as suddenly as it started, it ended. Tony's watch beeped again, signaling that two minutes had elapsed. People ran full speed in every direction away from the scene.

And just like that, they were alone again.

Tony got up and walked toward the "executed instrument". Cindy was a kaleidoscope of colors – a wide variety of signatures and symbols covered her body from her ankles to her wrists. She was also shivering and whimpering, her body and mind still attempting to process the events of the previous two minutes.

"Hey, I know that face" smirked Tony as he approached the helpless nude girl. He reached between Cindy's legs and tenderly massaged her wet pussy.

Instantly Cindy's eyes bulged. A fire radiated from within her, spreading out from her clit, enveloping her entire body in the most intense orgasm she had every experienced. She screamed into her gag and convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her bound body.

"Damn girl. Aren't you are a sight to behold." Tony pulled a digital camera out of his pocket and started taking pictures of every part of Cindy's body. Cindy, still in a post-orgasmic trance, complied meekly as Tony turned her this way and that, trying his best to accurately document the signing.

As Cindy's breath and senses returned, she looked down at Tony and grunted, pulling on her bonds. Tony returned to the park bench.

"Cool. Now I get to watch you struggle."

Cindy did not let him down. She pulled mightily on her bonds and stomped her feet. At one point the bra at her wrists came loose and landed on her head. Cindy grunted and complained, twisted and squirmed.

Tony smiled, enjoying the show. "You're the best, babe." After about five minutes Tony got up. "That was fun. But I guess all good fantasies have to end sometime."

He stepped in front of his girlfriend and carefully stretched Cindy's bra back over her large, colorful breasts. With some little effort he managed to close the bra clasp at her back. He raised her panties back up to her waist. He untied her pink blouse, let if fall back into place, and carefully closed each button. He pulled Cindy's jeans back up over her bum, pulled up the zipper and fastened her belt.

Cindy silently smiled to herself as Tony lovingly dressed her. He removed the rope about her ankles, freeing her legs. Tony untied the knots holding Cindy's wrists up and pulled the rope out of the metal loop. Cindy dropped her bound arms over Tony's head and pulled him toward her, kissing him on the lips. Well, trying to...

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute" said Tony as the ball gag hit his mouth. He unfastened the strap and pulled the red ball past Cindy's teeth.

"That was fucking incredible!" screamed Cindy before passionately kissing her boyfriend. Tony carried her over to the park bench, where they made out for several minutes.

"But I don't ever want to do that again" sighed Cindy as they started winding down their passion. A quick peck on Tony's cheek signaled that it was time to go. "Let's clean up and go get some coffee."

Tony removed the ropes from Cindy's wrists. They worked together to collect all the markers strewn about the pole. As Cindy suspected, there was not a single extra cigarette butt or gum wrapper to be found. Only the pens Tony had graciously provided. She was certain not one would be missing.

When they finished their cleanup, Tony and Cindy walked hand in hand through the park, back to the parking lot.

"So what did your forum post say?" asked Cindy as she set down her coffee cup.

"I have a printout here in my pocket." Tony reached into his back pocket and retrieved a folded sheet of paper. "Here you go."

Cindy opened the sheet and read:

SURF CITY SIGNATORIES SIGN EVENT

INSTRUMENT LOCATION: Baxter Park, Fourth Lamp Post from the South Lot entrance, at the center of the park

EXECUTION TIME: Tonight, Tuesday morning at 12:30AM

INSTRUMENT: Smoking Hot Nude Girl Tied To the Post

SPECIAL NOTES: The instrument for this event is my beautiful girlfriend, Cindy. Guys are permitted to SIGN ONLY. No touching or I'll break your arms. I'll be watching! Girls, feel free to let Cindy know how great she is for being our instrument tonight. No marks above her collar bone please.

Cindy smiled warmly and put her hand over Tony's. "You're sweet." She pulled the sleeve of her pink blouse back toward her elbow. She ran her finger over all the colorful signatures and symbols gracing her exposed forearm. "I still can't believe it."

Tony took a piece of napkin and dipped it into his glass of water. He handed it to Cindy. "Here. The ink is water soluble, the stuff they use on those dry erase boards. It'll come right off with a little rubbing."

Cindy took the wet napkin and hesitated. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I almost hate to wipe away the memories. Oh what the hell. Like you said, every good fantasy has to come to an end."

She began rubbing her arm.

"Hey! It's not coming off!"

Cindy started rubbing harder.

"Wait a minute" said Tony as he reached into his bag and pulled out a Sharpie. "It says 'Overhead Transparency Marker'... 'Permanent Fine Point'... Whoopsie!"

Cindy smacked Tony on the arm. "You BUM!"

They laughed together for several minutes. Cindy pulled the sleeve back over her arm.

"Well Tony, I guess this fantasy is going to last a little longer than we thought."