Magic Rope

(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)

After a long day at work, as I entered my driveway, something looked wrong. Curious at what my mind had registered, I got out of the car and looked around. There it was on the ground! The rope had fallen off of my flagpole. A little dismayed, I stooped down to pick it up and up close I could see that it had frayed all the way through. That rope had been up there for many years, originally installed there when my Dad erected that flagpole. As a former veteran, my father was proud of the flag he'd served, and flew the flag each and every day. When my father passed, I took over the job of raising the flag in his memory almost every day. It was actually fortunate that today of all days, I was running late during my morning and had to rush to work without having a chance to raise the flag. Fortunate because if I'd flown the flag, it would have fallen to the ground, and, according to my father, might have to be burned, if it wasn't suitable for display any longer.

Thinking hard, I stood there trying to figuring out how I was going to install a new rope on that tall pole. It had to be 20 feet at least up to its pulley, and the pole itself was made from a thin pipe that was painted silver. I doubted that the pole could support my weight, even if I could manage to shimmy up that high. Of course, I could have a brand new flagpole installed, but then it wouldn't be my Dad's pride and joy. I decided on a trip to the hardware store so I could ask my friend the manager if he had any ideas.

He listened carefully to my description of the height and composition of the flagpole, and started shaking his head. "We certainly have rope that you can use, Jill. But if your heart is set on keeping that original flagpole... well, you might have to rent a lift or a cherry picker and those are pretty expensive, and might be dangerous for you to use without training." I must've looked crestfallen, because he hesitated and then cleared his throat, saying, "Errrr.."

"Yes?" I asked, encouraging him to continue with his thought.

"Well, I've heard of a product, but I have no idea if it works. It sure just sounds like mumbo-jumbo to me. The seller calls it 'Magic Rope' but that might just be sales hype. I've never actually looked into it, and since I really know nothing about it, all I can say is buyer beware! Maybe do some research before you consider buying it?"

It sounded like good advice. Committing its name to memory, I headed back home to do my research. Looking online, I found people had posted about their results when using 'Magic Rope' for their projects. The results, which after all could have been posted by the employees involved in the manufacture and sales of the item, were all quite positive. The rope had to be considered nothing short of miraculous by their claims. And the clincher -- one guy reported that he used it easily while fixing his flagpole! Talk about marketing!

After that it was very easy to locate the site that sold it. I was especially drawn to the half inch thick nylon rope -- the same diameter as the one that lasted for many years before finally fraying. It came in a couple of colors, and I chose black. It also came in different lengths, so I used the comparative shadow lengths of the flagpole and a yardstick to determine the actual height of the flagpole, doubled that, and bought that length, with an extra foot of overlap to tie the ends together. The web page also carried a big warning that the rope had to be used with caution, because it could only be 'deployed' once. The buyer got only one attempt with the rope, and no returns or replacements would be honored. What can I say? I bought it, and also paid for expedited delivery.

Within two days, even though it was a Saturday, my package was delivered. Upon opening it, I found a thick plastic bag. Inside that bag were the instructions and another thick plastic bag with the rope inside. The instructions started with the standard warning to read all the instructions before proceeding. So I started reading the rest, but that began with a lot of legalese that was probably only intelligible to a lawyer. I was plowing through the information, trying to keep my eyelids from drifting closed, when my phone rang.

Grateful for the interruption, I answered it, and learned Barry was calling. Hearing my boyfriend's voice made me very happy, especially since he was asking if he could come over later. I told him, "Yes! Please come over, because I have a surprise for you -- I'm making your favorite dish for dinner."

His response was, "Jill, you're my favorite dish!" We both had a laugh about that. As we finished chatting, I noticed that a couple of hours had flown by. I planned to take a shower before he arrived for dinner, so I'd actually stripped down to just my panties as we'd talked, because it made me feel quite naughty being almost naked as we talked. However, I really wanted to get the flagpole fixed, so I rushed back to my package and tore open the inner plastic bag, pulling out the rope to try to judge if I had enough time to fix it before Barry showed up.

The black nylon rope felt soft, smooth and sensuous in my hands -- it even smelled great. As I was inhaling its scent, I impulsively rubbed its softness against my face. Its touch almost made me purr with delight. I wondered what it would feel like to be tied up with this marvelous material. Thinking of my somewhat shy boyfriend, I whispered, "I wish Barry'd have the courage to tie me up in this." Suddenly, the rope began to move. I stared at it, dumbfounded, as it started to snake out in front of me, seemingly under its own power.

Quickly, it turned around and wrapped itself around my ankles several times. Next, it cinched itself tight, and worked its way up to my knees and then across my thighs, still cinching itself against my skin. This caused me to lose my balance and I toppled down onto my tummy. I reached back to try to grab it and untangle myself, but the rope looped my wrists together behind my back. From there, it slithered under my torso, crossing it both below and above my breasts, causing them to protrude, pressing firmly against the rug beneath me. That pressure made my nipples engorge and push their hardening nubs against the carpet. Startled, I began breathing faster and deeper, which caused my nipples to rub on the carpet. I couldn't help it -- it was a reflex.

The rope wasn't done yet. It looped through my armpits and back to my tied wrists, pulling my wrists up a little toward my shoulder blades, making my elbows poke up into the air above my back. I felt like a trussed up worm in my position on the floor, squirming in these restraints. The rope paused in its movements, even though it still had a good bit of length left. It'd been acting so sapient, I thought it might be pausing to think. But since my words and thoughts seemed to have galvanized it into action in the first place, I realized it might be trying to read my mind for more instructions. Therefore, I tried to make my mind go completely blank, but I wasn't quick enough! A mental image of a woman in my predicament had flashed through my mind.

Almost as if it had received a clear command, the rope looped around my neck and then down to my feet where it tied around my ankle ropes and cinching slowly, pulled my neck back. This forced me into a hogtie position, with my backed becoming bowed as the neck rope snugged up. I found that if I tried to straighten my legs, it caused the neck loop to grow tighter, making me choke! Resolutely, I strained to keep my legs as bent as possible.

I was in a real fix! I'd secretly fooled around with some self-bondage play, but I'd never been in a tighter self-bondage situation than this! This was scary! I hoped Barry would arrive early. The strain of my pose was tiring me rapidly, until I realized I could relieve the strain if I rolled over onto my side. Able to breathe easily like that, I was still immobilized and really helpless and dared not move an inch. I could hear the clock in the next room chime the hours and I remained like that for over two hours. I prayed he'd come soon, and that nothing had happened to delay him.

Finally I heard a key in the front door and the sound of it opening and closing. "Help! Barry, I'm in here!" I called out. He came rushing in and found me. "Please release me," I begged. But he could tell that even though I was trussed up, I was apparently in no immediate danger. He stared at me a while from different angles, and then with a gleam in his eye, he started to take his clothes off! My own eyes widened in shock!

"When you said you had a surprise for me, Jill, I had no idea it'd be anything like this," he chuckled. He smiled at what must be his surprise -- me helpless on the floor before him, role playing that I was begging him for release. Since he believed I was role playing, no amount of my protests seemed to be convincing him that I was sincere. The situation actually seemed to be curing his shyness, because he stroked his stiffening penis right where I could see it, and then moved closer until its head pressed against my lips.

I started to complain anew, but as I opened my mouth his penis quickly filled it until I gagged. He grabbed my hair and moved my head back and forth a little on his cock. Helpless, and starting to get turned on, I inhaled his spicy male scent and began to suck him. This was pure domination on his part, and my body quivered with joy at him taking charge and using me. Gratefully, I sucked harder. Blushing, I knew that being caught like this wasn't my fault so I could just relax, submit and enjoy it.

I was amazed to feel how hard and big his cock grew as he saw that I was helpless! "Maybe he really has a dominant side that I've never seen before? If so, I hope to see more of it because it's really turning me on!" I thought. I couldn't say that out loud, because my mouth was filled with pumping cock. When he was streaming with salty pre-cum and really ready to fuck, he got down on the floor next to me with his rampant cock pointing at an angle toward his tummy. Lifting me like I weighed nothing, he pulled me on top of him. It was a little awkward for me, because as he placed my tummy against his, I again had to hold my back arched because of the hogtie. I was practically looking at the ceiling as I felt his cock poking at me, seeking my hole as one of his hands pulled my panties aside.

It took some time, but then his penis plowed through my pussy lips and burrowed into my honey pot. He'd never felt so big inside me before and I moaned loudly with delight. To enter me, he had to slide my torso down along his, which rubbed my protruding tits erotically along his chest. I wondered how he planned to fuck me in this strange position, but I quickly learned. With his hands near my rib cage, he lifted my weight up off his body so he could hump upward into my pussy. And hump he did! Hard and fast! I was mainly vocalizing 'ah... ah... ahhh...' sounds as my pussy tingled and my breathing became ragged.

We'd had sex before, but this was very different! Now he was in total control of our fucking and I liked it. I was his sex toy to be used as he wished. It awoke a submissive side of me that I hadn't felt in a long time... not since college. But I was grateful when he rolled onto his side, which also put me on my side, relaxing the loop around my neck. Now he fucked me front the front, toying with my breasts and nipples to his heart's content. I wasn't even considering complaining now. For one thing, I was out of breath from being forced to cum as the pussy/breast stimulation cascaded me easily over my edge. For another thing, once he'd made me cum, I wanted him to do it again, and again, using me for his pleasure and concurrently creating ecstasy in mine.

He found another angle at which he could enter me, and pumped me frantically like that until his cock throbbed and spewed its load of hot semen into my depths. I shrieked with joy as I felt him cumming, but in all honesty, I was a little sad that our coupling was apparently now done.

I was wrong.

Even though he'd cum, he just kept pumping, which kept his cock stiff. He used me over and over, changing my helpless position at will. I felt so submissive to him by that point that I practically shouted, "If your cock could get at my ass hole, I'd beg you to use it, too!"

That really got his attention. "Then why don't I untie you from this awkward pose?"

I finally got a chance to explain about the magic rope, and the fact that once it was deployed, it's done. I was trapped like this and he might have to cut me free. Curious now, he found the instructions that I'd never finished reading and skimmed over the legal stuff. Beyond that he found some very good information. "Oh, so it responds to the owner's thoughts. Say, that means that you must've wanted the rope to tie you up."

Mortified, I blushed a deep scarlet color. "Actually, what triggered it was the thought of you tying me up in it. It apparently just got the gist of the message."

"So you'd like it if I tie you up and just fuck you any way I want? I never knew that, Jill! Why didn't you tell me?"

Still feeling the heat in my cheeks, I answered honestly. "I was afraid that such a kink might scare you off." I quivered in a post-orgasmic shock. "I can see that I was wrong." I gave him a shy smile.

He grinned back at me and kept reading. "OK, you're right. You get only one deployment of the rope, so it's done now. But apparently, I don't have to cut you free. Since you're its owner, you just need to think the words 'abort, truly, abort' loudly and clearly in your mind. The rope will go limp, never to be activated again. It'll just be rope, with all the magic gone from it. Do you want to do that?"

The hogtie strain was really getting to me now, and I was desperate. I focused my mind and thought 'abort, truly, abort' as fiercely as I could. The rope quivered, hesitated, and then went limp. "Please get it off my neck now, Barry," I begged. "I'm tired of holding my legs like this so I don't choke."

He acted quickly, and the now limp rope untangled easily from my body. "Yes, it just feels like normal rope now," he said. When it was fully off my body, Barry surprised me by quickly looping some of the rope around my wrists, and tying them together. When he saw my expression of surprise, he just stated, "I'm not done using you, yet. And I believe you promised me your butt. So stand up!"

Meekly, I replied, "Yes, Sir!" as I got up onto my feet.

"And we won't be needing these!" he exclaimed, yanking my panties down and lifting my feet to toss the panties away. I gasped loudly, experiencing again this new dominant aspect of Barry's behavior. I was now role playing dismay, but was secretly thrilled that he wanted more of me. He grasped my chin to look me in the eye. "You shared with me earlier that this misadventure started with you wishing I'd tie you up. I don't want to have to guess your mood or need. So if you address me as 'Barry' then I will stop and just untie you. But if you address me as 'Sir' that signals that I should do as I wish with you. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I understand," I replied quietly, standing naked with my head held submissively down, and my hands tied in front of me.

"Good. We have an understanding," he stated, pulling on the rope to lead me to the bedroom. Once we were there, he commanded, "Get face down on the bed, girl." Getting more excited, I hurried to obey. I watched him pass the rope under the center of the headboard, and take it down under the center of the bed to tie it off on the footboard, once he had my hands stretched up alongside my head. He then lifted my pelvis to place a pillow under it, which raised my ass up invitingly. This signaled to me that he was going to make me honor my promise to give him my ass to fuck if he freed me. I knew that all I had to do was call him 'Barry' and our play would cease. But I was getting too turned on to want to do that. I'd never experienced anal sex before, but I was determined to at least try to give him what I'd impulsively promised.

Next he looped the rope under the right lower foot of the bed, grasped my right ankle and dragged it sideways, securing it where he wanted it with several loops around my ankle. Then he dragged the rope sideways across the bed, pulled my left ankle sideways, and looped it there, finalizing my bondage with tying the remaining rope to the left lower leg of the bed. I was comfortable, but the position of my legs being spread apart presented him with an obscene display, I was sure. I'd never given him such a view before and my resulting helpless embarrassment thrilled me so much that my pussy started to leak.

But he had other plans and a different goal. My pussy could wait. He swatted my ass cheek, making me yelp in surprise as he asked, "What do you have that I can use to lube your ass hole, slut?"

I groaned with delight, hearing that dominant tone of voice calling me a 'slut' like that. "In my bathroom cabinet you can find a jar of petroleum jelly, Sir. That should work." He was gone less than a minute and then back. My old Barry would have asked me something like, "Are you sure you want to do this?" But my new dominant Barry just got a big glop of the lubricant on his finger, smeared it around my butt hole, and then started stuffing it inside my puckered opening as if he owned it. Which he did, in a manner of speaking, given my current submissive state of mind. Emotionally, I was his toy now, to be played with and used as he saw fit.

Once one of his fingers seemed to be slipping in and out fairly easily, he added another glop of lube and pressed two fingers through my anal ring, dilating and lubing my rear hole some more. I couldn't repress my experience of humiliation, tied helpless as I was feeling his fingers penetrating that hole that supposed to be an exit, not an entrance. And although that humiliation flushed my face and neck to a deep shade of red, I moaned and quivered as my body betrayed my building arousal as I anticipated him actually fucking that opening, and me being very vulnerable for that event.

Never having had anal sex before, Barry was so filled with anticipation that his erection felt more engorged than ever. He wasn't sure exactly how to do it, but he decided he wanted both hands free. Consequently, he managed to keep both his fingers deep inside me as he shifted and planted his feet on either side of my hips as he stooped above me. He'd already smeared his cock with a thin layer of lube. Spreading the fingers apart that were still lodged in my ass hole, with his free hand, he grabbed his cock just behind its head.

He tried to press his cock head into the small space between his fingers, shoving it down as he pulled his fingers free. With that maneuver, he managed to wedge his cock head at least partially through my tight anal ring. But it was so tight, he learned he was going to have to shove his cock inward with his hand as my moan changed to a grunt followed by a strange sound as I tried to relax my hole and allow that invader to enter. But as it slowly entered, his dick felt like a hot poker being rammed into my ass. I wept a little, but clenched my teeth, determined to endure it. There was still a burning sensation in my ass when I mentally sighed, since, feeling his pubic hair press against my ass cheeks, I knew I'd taken his entire cock. Proud as I was for that accomplishment, I became apprehensive about what the level of pain might be once he actually started fucking me anally.

Meanwhile, Barry shared with me later that he was somewhat thrilled to see and feel his cock fully buried in my up-until-this-moment-forbidden rear hole. And the feeling was amazing! It was so tight that once he was all the way in, he paused for quite some time, simply enjoying the sensation and his triumph. Unbeknownst to him, that pause gave me time to let my butt get accustomed to the strange sensation, and relax a little. My bowels instinctively attempted to dispel his cock out my rear opening, which telegraphed messages to my anal sphincter to open more, thereby facilitating the expulsion. But that, in turn, actually made the cock's presence less painful.

And then Barry started pumping. At first, given his stooping position, he did it by using his legs to raise and lower his pelvis. But quickly his legs fatigued in this awkward movement. So, keeping his dick fully buried in my ass again, he carefully stepped back with one foot and then the other, bracing himself on his arms and hands. He was now in a position similar to doing push-ups, but a lot more fun as he started pumping, and his cock sent waves of pleasure to his balls and spine.

I was very pleasantly surprised as I felt relief when his cock plunged in and out. My anal ring was no longer so tight that the friction was rubbing it raw. And also his new angle felt like his cock was pressing my rectum down against my pussy and his thrusts were making my clit get pleasure as it was forced against the pillow under my pelvis. As my pleasure built I inadvertently blurted out, "Why did we wait so long to try anal sex?! I think I love it! And... oh my god... I think I'm close to cumming!"

He kept a steady rhythm fucking me deep. I focused on the closeness and the now delicious friction. Barry had lowered his torso along my back, skin to skin, while performing a humping action to drive his dick in and out. Triggered, I started thrashing in orgasm beneath his masterful dominance, experiencing my first anal sex climax! It was amazing -- cumming with my ass stuffed with his erection. I cried out, "Ohhh fuck! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Five minutes later, I was quivering in blissful aftershocks, thinking how much I liked being his tied up fuck toy. That was when I heard him groan and shove his cock as deep into me as its length would allow. I thought I knew what to expect. But when his cock throbbed in my ass, and started spewing his hot load into my rectum, I shrieked with surprise! Feeling that hot injection into a tunnel that had never felt anything like that before was so naughty that my toes curled and mentally I experienced a different sort of climax, if that's the right word for it. It was a feeling of total submission to Barry, like I'd given him something special. Or rather, that I'd let him take it with no objection on my part. It's hard to explain.

There was a lewd sort of cummy fart sound as he pulled his softening cock out of my ass hole. It was like my ass burped and some of his semen bubbled out. I was very embarrassed to hear my body make such a rude noise, but Barry just laughed and gave my butt a playful slap. I thought he might be done, and therefore would untie me, but once again I was wrong. I forgot about men and their new toys.

Being his new toy, he still wanted to play with me. His fingers pulled at my pussy lips, spreading my intimate area wide open so he could examine it closely. Restrained as I was, I couldn't prevent this, and of course, I had no desire to prevent him from looking. Especially when I felt his fingers touching my sensitive skin down there, exploring. Then he took it up a notch and started finger fucking me! I was so turned on that the ropes creaked as my muscles contracted, reacting to his digital penetration. My throat made a keening sound as, within a short time, he'd stimulated me enough to make me cum again!

Quivering and shaking in my bondage, I felt him shift his weight down the bed. Seconds later, he was at my knees, and I felt him licking and kissing the quite sensitive skin in those hollows behind each knee. That sensation was indescribable, except to say it stoked my inner fires! Dimly I wondered how he knew to do that, or was it merely an experiment to see how I'd react? The fact that I was tied down and at his mercy certainly gave him the opportunity to improvise and experiment.

Then his focus shifted as he decided to play with his new toy in another manner entirely. His fingertips came up to the vulnerable sides of my rib cage and he started tickling me! I shrieked and thrashed side to side, trying to avoid his tickling fingers as I heard him laughing merrily, while I began laughing helplessly. Then he started tickling my feet -- the playful fiend! The ropes thrummed as I tried to make my feet escape his whispering fingertips. My laughter intensified.

I was a little breathless, still laughing helplessly when he finally stopped. Then there was a brand new sensation. I thought, "Oh god... is he sucking my toes?" Within a few minutes of soft, somewhat obscene sucking sounds, I was thinking, "Oh god... he IS sucking my toes! And they seem to be wired to my pussy! That sucking is making my pussy tingle!" I didn't quite climax by the time Barry had finished sucking at all my toes, but I was sure that if anything -- a fingertip, a feather, etc. -- had brushed against my clit right then, I'd have cum like a series of firecrackers! I made a mental note to ask him to tie me face up sometime so I could watch the toe sucking as I reached this state of arousal, and then beg him to experiment with a tiny contact against my clit.

I wasn't sure, but maybe we were communicating by mental telepathy. Or maybe Barry was just happy playing with his new, naked, vulnerable, helpless and obscenely displayed fuck toy, because he re-positioned himself next to the side of my hips. Gently pinching my clit to get its attention, he started finger fucking my pussy again. Seconds later I was screaming and babbling about cumming again, but I'm sure my words were incoherent. No matter -- my body reaction and movements let him know he'd given me yet another orgasm! I felt like a happy but limp dish rag as he finally untied me.

I couldn't move right away since I was lost in bliss and my eyes wouldn't focus properly. He got dressed, and when he was ready, he swatted my ass enough to make it sting, and said, "Get up now, you lazy slut! You promised me a dinner! I want you naked as you make it, but you can wear this apron."

I felt the cloth dropped onto my back. Groaning and stiff in most of my joints from my thrashing and straining, I got up, and said, "Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir," as I sort of limped to the kitchen, my pussy and ass still glowing joyfully with all this uncharacteristic attention. Of course I addressed him still as 'Sir' because I wanted my feeling of submission to continue.

I did make his favorite dish, and he graciously allowed me to sit at the table and eat with him. When we were done eating, without asking, he pulled off my apron, and tied my wrists together in front of my body. Experimenting, he managed to secure my wrists centered just below my rib cage, then looped the rope around my torso, crossing it just above my tits and then again just below them, close enough together to make them protrude forward prominently. He then took the rope down near my feet, and managed to tie my ankles together as well. That meant I could no longer walk, so he picked me up and carried me to the sofa. Once we were there, he cradled me in his lap, holding me as we watched a movie. From time to time he played with my areolae and nipples, caressed my mound and cupped my pussy to make sure I was aware that I was his. I hoped he didn't tire of hearing me sigh happily at each intimate contact, but I couldn't stop myself.

After the movie, he carried me to the bed, placing me on my side. Undressing he got in behind me and spooned with me until we both fell asleep. He must've woken up in the morning with a good firm stiffie, because I awoke as I felt that erection slide into my pussy from behind.

He fucked me for a while, but then pulled out and commanded, "I want to cum in your mouth, so suck me off, slut!" My wrists and ankles were still tied, but I managed to wriggle myself between his spread thighs as he placed himself on his back. Then my hands being bound presented no obstacle to my grasping his stiff cock and starting to pump it as I lowered my mouth over its head. Tasting my pussy juices on it, mixing with his pre-cum was heavenly. I sucked and pumped, sucked and pumped, getting lost in performing yet another act of submission. I was caught a little off guard, hearing him grunt just moments before his cock started spurting into my mouth. I don't know where he got all that semen from after yesterday's playing, but I had to let my cheeks bulge as surge after surge of his hot cum erupted from his jerking dick! Once that subsided, I started slowly swallowing his cum, enough that my mouth was no longer threatening to let any leak out. My lips closed tightly around the base of his cock and slipped firmly up its length, stripping out the last few drops of cum.

"Let me see it, slut," he demanded as his cock left my mouth. I lowered my face near his tummy, so he'd be able to see into my mouth as I tipped my head back a bit and parted my lips. My tongue was awash in his milky white semen, and even with my head tilted, some of it started to drizzle out over my lips. I quickly brought my bound hands back up and shoved that errant drizzle back into my mouth.

"Very nice," he praised me. "But don't swallow the rest yet," he ordered. I sat back on my haunches, head level, and held the remainder of his cum in my mouth, tasting it, and to be honest, savoring it. After a couple of minutes, he told me, "OK, let me see you swallow it all, and then come here and kiss me."

I tilted my head back a little so he'd have a good view of my throat and then started swallowing several times. When my mouth was empty, I slid my body up along his and kissed him on the mouth, keeping my lips firmly closed. But he surprised me by forcing my lips to part as his tongue entered my mouth. I was shocked that he seemed to want to taste his own semen, but I submitted to his whim. And he didn't immediately withdraw his tongue in horror and disgust, but intertwined our tongues lovingly, deepening our kiss. Then he finally untied me, saying, "This has all been quite magical, Jill."

"It has been for me as well, Sir -- I mean, Barry. I really enjoyed your domination of me, and hope you want to continue along these lines in the future." I was pleased to see him nodding in agreement. I must admit that I felt like a cheap whore that entire day. I was sore in a few places such as my ass and pussy, as well as from tugging on the restraints as he was pounding into me, filling me with his sperm and playing with my body. I loved the whole thing because I was HIS cheap whore. I even started to wear sexy undies and shorter skirts for his visual enjoyment.

We role play often, researching online for ideas about D/s play, including intricate and decorative ways of tying me up, such as shibari. Of course, I'm his naked model as he practices tying the several types of ropes we've purchased, giving us both so much fun. Our original rope is still our favorite and it's become magical again, but the magic stems from Barry's hands and abilities. He treats me like a treasure, and takes excellent care of me and my needs. That experience awoke something in both of us and we have a secret side that no one knows about and our journey together continues. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I'd have the life I now have. I'm completely thrilled! Oh, and Barry knew how to rent and operate a lift, so he repaired the rope (a new one, not our very special old 'magic rope') on my father's flagpole and I proudly fly that flag every day.