**Apologies in advance, but my stories are long and my chapters themselves are long. On the advice of the moderators I'm going to break them into smaller pieces. Pieces will still usually be between 2500 and 4000 words.
**I don't do quick and dirty. I might occasionally spend long stretches of stories dealing with things that are not rope and gag related. I'm trying to flush out characters and set up future conflicts and plots so I'll have a good deal of dialogue and normal conversations. I promise they'll get to the tying up sooner or later. I'll try to make it sooner.
**I am not my main character. Sometimes he'll say what I'm thinking. And sometimes I'll think that he's being asinine. This goes for all of my characters. I'm not trying to offend anybody. These are college kids. They might refer to a 40 year old as "old". I'm in my 30s now. I don't think you're old if your 40 or 50 or 60. They might kink shame another character. I don't think your foot fetish or bondage kinks are creepy. These are a bunch of fictional idiots written by an idiot. Take what they say and do with a grain of salt.
**These stories will be mostly M/F, F/M, and F/F. There will be some M/M but it's WAY down the line. I will gender tag every chapter individually. Chapters will all be named after a snippet of dialogue from that chapter. Once I get into the story, I'll probably try and edit a Table of Contents into this post.
**Lastly, I've put this in the Fictional Stories for Adults Section. It's not going to get very "adult" for a long time. But I don't want to have to move it later. During junior year I'm going to work consensual sexual encounters into the story. That's still a ways off though. I apologize that it will stay pretty tame and mild for a while.
Chapter 1 - "She's Definitely Got a Villain Inside of Her" (F/M) Elisa jumps Trent into a new club AND Dale explains the rules
Chapter 2 - "Auf Wiedersehen, Chumps" (MF/F) Elisa offers an apology gift AND Trent and Abbie form an alliance
Chapter 3 - "I Never Really Got an Informational Brochure" (FM/F, F/FM, M/F) Trent gets revenge on Elisa AND suffers an inevitable betrayal
Chapter 4 - "I Walked Right Into That One" (F/M) Erica captures Trent AND Trent proves that he's a worthy adversary
Chapter 5 - "I'm the Most Unhinged of Them All" (M/F) Trent meets another club member AND learns why he got to join the club
On to the story:
My name is Trent. I've been interested in tying girls up since as far back as I can remember. In high school I managed to take part in several tie-up games and adventures with girlfriends and plutonic friends that were mildly satisfying but overall unremarkable compared to what I participated in starting during my final three years of college. I got in with a group of friends who were every bit as into capturing other people and restraining them as I was. I was a little later to join the group than several of the others. It took me some time to get involved. I wasn't just going to go around broadcasting that I wanted to tie girls up because that didn't seem like the prudent thing to do. I had no such experiences all throughout my freshman year, but I made a lot of friends and joined a lot of on campus activities. I got along really well with a friend named Dale and we decided to live together sophomore year. We got a fairly good housing lottery number and we were able to score a room in the best modern dorm on campus. After living our freshman years on a wing with tiny rooms and a communal bathroom shared by 40+ guys, it was nice to have a room with a little bit of breathing space, a closet (though quite small), and an en suite bathroom (also quite small).
Dale and I didn't immediately begin discussing our shared interests in trussing people up. It took over a month before we kind of figured it out. We'd play video games, play basketball and soccer at the rec center, and watch movies in our dorm room. I think what really triggered the conversation was the fact that we'd gotten a little drunk and had noticed that the current movie that we were watching was the eighth or ninth consecutive film we'd seen together that contained a scene with a bound female. A lot of them featured scenes prominently with more intense bindings and were films that were by no means blockbusters and probably never even hit the theaters (How to Rob a Bank, Friended to Death, Lone Star State of Mind, etc.). However, we certainly noticed that each one of us was only picking every other movie. Clearly we were gravitating towards films with scenes in them as a way of reaching out and at some point in October we actually talked it out. He shared his interests with me and I told him that I was definitely very into the concept of tying girls up. He asked me if I had any interest in being tied up by a woman. I told him that I didn't think that it held much appeal for me...but I wasn't entirely opposed to the idea if it's something that a girl wanted to do. Especially if she was willing to let me tie her up also. I had no idea that this conversation would be the start of dozens of tie up games to come in the next three years.
My conversation with Dale occurred while we were watching How to Rob a Bank on a Sunday evening. On Tuesday evening of that same week, shortly after I got back from dinner, our friend Elisa dropped by our room. She was a fairly good friend of both of ours. She'd been to our dorm room multiple times before but she was probably closer with Dale than she was with me. She was an excellent volleyball player who had played on our college's club team her freshman year. She had since dropped off due to not liking the woman who ran the team. Dale had recruited her onto our co-ed intramural basketball team and she was a pretty good athlete all around. She stood 5'10" tall and had a very athletic, toned body. She had blonde shoulder length hair and bright blue eyes over a killer smile. She was definitely a looker. An absolute scorcher actually. Tonight she was wearing a very casual outfit of jeans and an unzipped black jacket over a white T-shirt that was long enough to touch the jeans when she was standing still but taunted you with potentially exposing her midriff when she reached for something or moved her arms. She was easily the best looking girl that I spoke to on a semi-regular basis. She was also the only girl that I regularly associated with whom I would describe as a "bad girl". It did not surprise me in the slightest that she had butted heads with the leadership of the club volleyball team and left. She was rebellious and reckless and probably a bad influence on most of her friends. And that made her entirely beguiling to me. Prior to the moment that she stepped into our room on that Tuesday I never seriously harbored any sort of romantic interest for her for two reasons. Firstly, she was WAY out of my league, aside from probably being incompatible from a dating perspective. For one reason or another I felt I'd forever be uncomfortable in a relationship with her. Secondly, she was fairly open about being bi-sexual. That didn't mean that she might be totally uninterested in a guy like me...but I also was left to wonder whether she leaned a little closer to a Kinsey 4 than a Kinsey 2. Dale was not in the room when she came over and I really don't recall what we talked about for the first 5-7 minutes she was there. She didn't get right to what I'd eventually learn was her primary objective, but I certainly remember what she said when she got to the point.
Elisa: Trent, I have a weird favor to ask. Can I tie you to that bed?
Me: Excuse me?
That was a blunt question if I'd ever heard one.
Elisa: I said it was a weird favor. I've got a wager with a friend. She wants to try being more adventurous with her boyfriend. She says that guys have severe trust issues and are uncomfortable with being vulnerable to an attractive female. I told her that it's all a matter of persuasion. I bet her that I could ask ten guys to let me tie them to their bed and I'd get Yeses from at least seven of them.
Me: Dale might be willing to help you meet your quota. He'll be back at some juncture tonight. I can have him give you a text.
Elisa: That's very helpful. But I've already asked you and if you say No then I have to count that AGAINST my total.
Me: How is your friend going to know? I won't tell her that you asked me.
Elisa: It's the honor system, Trent. I'm not going to lie to her. And if you say No then I'll already be 2 for 4 and in dire straights. I do NOT want to lose this wager.
Me: And your friend believes in the honor system also? She's just going to believe that you tied down seven gentlemen because you told her you did. I wouldn't want you to have to burnish any proof of such an act. That could be potentially humiliating.
Elisa: Of course. She's a strong believer in the honor system also.
Me: Sadly. I think that I share her opinions on trust issues.
Elisa: That's disappointing. When was the last time that you had an offer like this?
Me: Not recently.
Elisa: Ever?
Me: This specific offer. No? Not ever.
Elisa: You know me. What's the worst that could happen?
Me: You could harvest my kidneys.
Elisa: You know I almost failed biology. I'd never get a viable working organ out of here. And Dale will be back before too long.
Me: That's another thing that worries me. I don't want him getting the wrong idea.
Elisa: I think him seeing you looking like you're getting lucky is the right idea.
Me: Am I getting lucky?
Elisa: Only one way to find out.
I knew her well enough to know that she didn't really mean that. But the social math was starting to add up. I should let her tie me up. She was flirting. It would help us get to know each other better. Maybe it would be fun.
Me: Fuck. Your friend might have a point about the trust issues. But you certainly make a good case for the power of persuasion. I'll acquiesce.
Elisa: Excellent. I have a few ropes in my bag. I'll be done in a jiff.
Now, if you're wondering why I wasn't suspicious that I had had my first real talk with a college friend about my proclivities less than 48 hours earlier and now this seemingly related event was occurring shortly on that conversation’s heels...of course that was going through my head. But curiosity is a hell of a thing.
Elisa had me lay down on the lower bunk, which was mine, and she proceeded to tightly tie a rope to the headboard. She then used some rather elaborate rope work to secure my wrist and within a minute my left arm was secured to the beam of my bunk. The tie was quite snug. My wrist tied in it's own right, but a lashing secured it to the bed post with the final knot tied securely behind the post where I was going to be unable to reach it.
Me: That's a heck of a restraint. You're no amateur at this.
Elisa: It wouldn't be a proper trust exercise if you could easily get out.
Our bunk bed was against the wall that our doorway was on, so somebody entering our dorm room would have to turn to their left to see the beds. The fact that it butted up against the wall meant that she couldn't walk around to the other side to tie my other wrist. Instead she slid over my prone body and used another piece of rope to start tying my right wrist to the other post. Her long athletic legs draped themselves over my stomach while she worked but in another two minutes or so, my right arm was secured to the post. She gave a couple yanks to check the knot and then satisfied with her work she pushed herself up and slid over me out of the bottom bunk.
Elisa: How does that feel?
Me: It certainly feels like trust. I'm not sure that I'm going much of anywhere until you let me out.
Elisa: Good. Now for your legs.
Me: You're not going to tie me full spread eagle are you?
Elisa: No. Nothing that tawdry. Please put your feet together for me.
I was still wearing sneakers but I put my feet together for her so she could finish with whatever she had planned. She rolled up the cuffs on my khakis slightly. she then looped a rope at center mark that looked to be substantially longer than necessary for simply tying my ankles together. She proceeded to loop it around my ankles in a hitch and then wrap circularly several times around my ankles. After about the fifth or sixth loop she pulled it through the center and lashed it several times between the loops closing them together. I'd seen this style of tie many times in various internet videos that I enjoyed and was starting to get a little uneasy. It was also the method that I used when I'd tied people up in the past. When she'd finished knotting it off she still had two lengthy threads hanging off the end. She pulled these taut and lashed them to one of the skinny rungs at the base of my bed using what I recognized from my time sailing as a double overhand stopper knot and then used a second knot that I was less familiar with for good measure.
Elisa: There. That ought to hold you.
Me: I imagine it will. Now in a question I probably should have asked before I got myself into this mess...how long is this supposed to hold me for?
Elisa: Long enough. Three hours is usually the goal that I'm shooting for.
Me: Three hours?!?! I've got shit to do tonight. Hopefully you intend to let me out well before that.
Elisa then reached into her backpack and pulled out a handkerchief and a roll of duct tape. At this point I had a serious adrenaline spike and a fear started to creep through my body.
Me: I know what that is for and I am OUT. I'm serious, Elisa. I think you should untie me.
Elisa: This is all part of it, darling.
Me: Not anymore. Please let me go.
Elisa: Hey. If you want to gag a girl, you need to be able to handle a gag yourself.
Me: Who the fuck says I wanted to gag a girl?!?!
I started remembering my conversation with Dale and while I didn't think that he'd ever blatantly betray me I was wondering if he might have let something slip to Elisa while he was drunk or in some sort of mood. She hung over me menacingly and bunched the handkerchief into a ball. Was this her trying to teach me some sort of lesson for having seemingly misogynistic feelings towards restraining women.
Elisa: Open up, sweetie.
I did not open up. I kept my lips pressed tightly shut. She waited for about ten seconds and then her mouth turned into a frown.
Elisa: Listen. We can do this the easy way...or the hard way. You won't like the hard way.
I thought back to those previously mentioned videos that I'd watched and noted that the captor would oftentimes pinch a girl's nose to get her to open her mouth. I figured that if Elisa thought that that would do the trick, she'd be sorely mistaken. I figured that I'd have to open my lips but I could easily breath through my teeth. I didn't think I was ticklish enough for her to make that work. I figured she might slam something into my stomach to knock the wind out of me. I didn't think that she would be that savage but she'd already surprised me half a dozen times with things that I hadn't previously thought about her in the last fifteen minutes...so that was not outside the realm of possibility. I did some very quick situational analysis and decided to open my mouth and take the handkerchief. She pushed it in past my teeth and when it was fully in my mouth she prodded my mouth to close by pushing on my chin with her index finger.
Elisa: That's a good boy.
She said those words so condescendingly that I glowered at her with a pretty hateful look. I was having trouble coming up with a time when I'd ever been as mad at somebody as I was right now. She proceeded to rip a piece of tape off of the roll of duct tape and press it down firmly over my lips, smoothing it aggressively with both hands. She repeated this process several more times until I had seven strips of tape over my mouth at varying positions and angles that ensured that I was not going to simply use my tongue to push the cloth out of my mouth. When she was done she bent over me and slapped each of my pants pockets. Clearly she was looking for something that she thought should be there but was not. Was she looking for my wallet? Was she trying to rob me? She glanced around the room and then walked over to my desk.
Elisa: Oh, there you are.
She picked up my phone and showed me that she had opened Clock app. For a heart-stopping second I was worried that she was going to open Instagram so seeing that it was only the Clock app came as quite a relief. She shifted the setting to Timer and set it for three hours.
Elisa: See. Three hours. We're going to see if I'm as good as I think I am.
Me: Hmmmmpphh!! Mmmpphh!!
Elisa: Oh please. The time will literally fly by with all the fun that you'll be having. Sadly most of that fun will be without me here. I'm going to leave you as a present for your roommate, Dale. He'll take things from there. But I've got about 15 minutes to spare for you, so I figure I should probably test drive a few things.
She set the phone down next to me, face up so that I could see the timer. Then she went over to my feet and pulled off my left sneaker. She calmly tossed it over her shoulder and then removed the other one. She peeled off my socks one at a time and then dropped them, along with my right sneaker onto the floor.
Elisa: Are you ticklish, Trent?
Me: Nnmmmpphh.
Elisa: Well let's see. Coochy coochy coo.
Now I'm not a particularly ticklish person and my feet are not my most ticklish zone so I wasn't expecting it to be that bad. However, just as she was well practiced in tying people up...I could see that she had perfected the complimentary skill of tickling people. She let my bare feet have it with the deft strokes of her nails. She dug in when she needed to and lightly brushed at other times to throw in some off-speed action. I tried to give her as little satisfaction as possible but some bucking and muffled yelps definitely came out involuntarily.
Elisa: Only mildly ticklish. Disappointing. Let's see if maybe I'm just focusing on the wrong spots.
She rolled up my green T-Shirt and dug her fingers into my ribs, applying heavy pressure and scratching out a pulsating rhythm wherein which she would drag her nimble fingers between two or three ribs at a time on each side. This was much more effective. I began making a series of muffled grunts and thrashed from side to side. After about five minutes, I was panting. She seemed satisfied that I was sufficiently flustered and stood up from my bed.
Elisa: That was more what I was looking for. OK. I've got to go. Like I said, I'm leaving you as a present for Dale. I'm texting him presently.
She pulled out her phone and in less than the amount of time that I thought a reasonable human could type a proper text message I heard the Whoosh letting me know that a text had been sent. She slid her phone into her jeans pocket and picked up her backpack. She unzipped a side pocket and pulled out a small Nikon digital camera. My heart stopped.
Elisa: One more thing. I need a little memento to remember you by, my little dumpling.
Me: Nnmmmpphh!! Nnmmmppphhh!!
This was certainly not something that I was OK with and I shook my head vigorously from side to side. I had been thoroughly humiliated with just two of us here. I had no desire for anybody else to get to bear potential witness to my misfortune. Nevertheless, she clicked the button and the flash went off. She checked the picture and seeming satisfied, put the camera back into her backpack, zipped it up, and slung it over her shoulder. She opened the door my dorm room, glanced both ways down the hallway, and then turned back to me and blew me a kiss.
Elisa: Bye bye for now, Trent. I hope that this introduction has shown you that I'm nobody that you want to fuck with. I'll be seeing you around.
With that she walked out of my room and closed the door behind her.