The Rope Incident, Part 2: The Mechanic
The rope, the car, the mechanic, and the grin he was professional enough not to ask about. Mistress storytime, part two.
If you caught my last story, you already know my car doors spent three days tied together with rope. Beautiful black rope. Rope that has lived a very full life. And if you have no idea what I am talking about, go watch my other content first, and then come back. I will wait.
Caught up? Good. Welcome back to Mistress storytime. Because now I have to take this car to the mechanic.
The Mechanic Meets the Rope
🎧 Listen to this one. I recorded the whole story, and honestly it lands better in my voice. Hit play, then keep reading.
So I pull into the shop, and I sit in my car for a second just looking in the rearview mirror at this rope situation. Because from the inside of the car, you can kind of forget it is there. But from the outside? It looks intentional. Decorative. Like I did this on purpose as some kind of aesthetic choice.
So I get out. Walk inside. The mechanic comes out, nice guy, professional, clipboard ready. He is all business. He walks around to the back of my car and just stops.
He is looking at the rope. And this is not a rope from Walmart. This is not a rope from the hardware section at Lowe’s. This rope is soft. This rope is braided. This rope has a certain look to it. An energy. A vibe. This rope has seen things that this mechanic’s ropes have never seen.
And I can see it happening in his brain in real time. The gears are turning. He is looking at the knots, which, by the way, are excellent knots, because I have years of practice tying very specific knots on very specific things that are not car doors, and he is trying to figure out why these knots look so professional.
He scratches his chin. And there it is. The grin. Small at first. Just a little curve at the corner of his mouth. The kind of grin that says I have about fifteen questions right now and I am not going to ask a single one of them, because I am at work and I am a professional.
Mistress Storytime: Yes, Those Are My Knots
And I am just standing there. Arms crossed. Face completely straight. Like, yes? Can I help you? Is there a problem with my rope? It held the doors together for three days in the rain. It performed beautifully. As it always does. In all of its applications.
He clears his throat. Writes something on his clipboard. Says, “I’ll uh, I’ll get this latch fixed for you.”
Yes. Yes you will. And you will not be untying those knots yourself, sir. I will handle that. Those are my knots.
He fixed the latch. He handed me back my keys. He could barely make eye contact.
And I walked out of that shop knowing that man will never look at a piece of rope the same way again.
You’re welcome, sir. Your life just got a little more interesting.
This is the kind of thing that just happens to me. Mistress storytime is just real life with the volume turned up. If you want the rest of the stories, the ones I do not put out in public, come find me where I keep the real content.
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Yours,
Sarah 🔑
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