I was intrigued by what this potential quid pro quo might entail.
Me: And I get to ask for whatever my heart desires or you two had something in mind?
Elisa: We did. You’d get a session with the two of us bound and gagged together.
While that image was certainly alluring...it seemed like a little bit of a lowball offer unless there was more to it.
Me: I mean...that sounds great. But that’s something that I can legally go out and get myself. I don’t need to agree to all these rule violations and protocols to see the two of you tied up together. I just have to plan a proper capture.
Elisa: I don’t think you’d be able to get it done. We’re pretty crafty.
Me: Is that a challenge?
Elisa: Sure. If you want it to be. But I don’t think you’re up to it. So, I’d take the deal if I was you.
Me: And what rules do I get to break during your captivity?
Elisa: I don’t know. Possibly a couple with me. Probably none with Courtney.
Courtney: That sounds about right.
Me: No time extension? I don’t get like five hours?
Courtney: Absolutely not! Why would you get five hours?
Me: Because I could potentially be tied up for up to seven TOTAL hours if you two are as good as you think you are.
Courtney: And we’re TWO people. I’ll agree to 3.5. That gives you an equitable seven hours for seven hours. Even Stevens.
Me: Except that I’m being tormented for seven hours and I’m only enjoying myself for 3.5 hours. If I have to divide my attention, then it’s significantly less rough for you two. Especially with no spanking, no spreading jam and hummus or whatever on your faces, and no throwing you into a freezing shower. Two girls is great. But I’d rather have you each separately.
Elisa: Fine. We can do separate. That works for me.
Me: But that’s something that I can and have DEFINITELY accomplished myself. I’m agreeing to an ordeal here. Let's dream a little bigger.
Elisa: Fine. I’ll throw in a kicker. You told Jackie that you’d like to be in control of THREE girls at one time. So despite your negotiating, there definitely is SOME allure for you to having us together to play off each other. Let me assure you, as somebody that was able to torture you and Sam simultaneously very effectively, that there is a lot more that you can do with multiple girls.
Me: But I’m not going to do to Courtney what you did to me and Sam.
Courtney: I saw those pictures. I’d never allow you to do that shit.
Me: Per Elisa here, nothing like that is against the rules.
Courtney: I hope you realize that it’s against OUR rules.
Me: I do. Hence why I said less than 20 seconds ago that I’m NOT going to do it to you.
Courtney: Thank you.
Me: But Elisa is clearly using that idea as bait.
Elisa: I’m simply saying that having multiple girls is something you know that you can work with. And that it is difficult to attain in this game. Jackie is my best friend. And I’m sure that she’ll try her damnedest to get you three girls for helping her out. It’s NEVER going to fucking happen. She can’t make that happen. I CAN make that happen. That’s my new offer. Take it or leave it.
Me: Elisa, can I show you something?
Elisa: Sure.
I reached into my bookbag and rummaged until I found the discreet inner pocket where I kept my small digital camera. I pulled it out and simply scrolled back to the most recent picture. It showed a tightly chair tied Jackie and Abbie wearing blue and red ball gags flanking a tightly hogtied Erica who was “wearing” Big Betty lying on Abbie’s bed. They were all looking at the camera, Erica angrily, Abbie defeatedly, and Jackie with a hint of a smile. It’s the one that I had taken during my three girl session that Jackie had delivered for me only nine days prior. I handed the camera to Elisa.
Me: What were you saying?
Elisa: What the fuck?!?! When did this happen?!?!?
Courtney leaned over and looked at the camera with Elisa. She immediately snorted in surprise and cupped her hand over her mouth amusedly.
Me: You need to stop thinking of yourself as the only person that can make these things happen. And if she’s really your best friend, then I think that you owe Jackie Garrett a little apology.
Elisa: OK. OK. My bad. But NOBODY told me about this. How does this happen and I don’t know about it?
Me: Well. I don’t participate in the rumor mill with you. When I capture somebody, I can keep it to myself. I can just enjoy a captive’s torment on my own. I don’t need to brag about how great I am to all the other players. And I can’t imagine that Erica or Abbie would be interested in telling you the stories of that day. So that basically just leaves…Jackie hadn’t brought it up yet.
Elisa: Admittedly I underestimated her. But you have to admit that this is the weakest three girl lineup that you could have captured. You captured the B Team.
Me: Look at you. Slagging off your best friend. Maybe even your two best friends, yet again.
Elisa: Jackie would agree that she’s on the B team. But I’ll agree that I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell Erica that I said that.
Me: Like I said. I don’t feed the rumor mill. Your comments are safe with me. Courtney on the other hand…
Courtney: I agree with her comments.
Elisa: So what did you do with three girls?
Me: We played a little game. And then I freed a couple of them for performing admirably enough. Courtney is familiar with my little games.
Elisa: OK. And why haven’t you ever played them with ME?
Me: You don’t seem like the type.
Elisa: I’m the most competitive person you know.
Me: But you’re not accommodating. You like letting your captor know that they can fuck off.
Elisa: Good. Then let’s make this deal. I’ll get you THREE girls. Me. Courtney. And the third of your choosing. And I’ll willingly play at least one of your little games so long as it doesn’t violate any of the rules. I’ll be an enthusiastic sport in it. That’s surely something that would be difficult to get a guarantee from me on normally.
I thought about if for a second. I definitely couldn’t see Elisa agreeing to most of my solo games. She tended to take a “Fuck You” demeanor towards her captors and was incredibly uncooperative. Her competitive nature probably meant that I could get her to compete against another captive. But this was a solid offer. I had several games that I was looking to test run.
Me: Fine. I’ll do it on the condition that both of you agree that if you free yourself early…you’re not allowed to free the other captives. Elisa, if you slip a knot and escape. You leave Courtney and the third girl to their captivity. The same goes for you, Courtney.
Courtney: Deal.
Elisa: I’m fine with that.
Me: But also. Maybe apologize to Jackie for doubting her. They might not be you and Courtney, but I had a lot of fun last week. And other people are capable of pulling off schemes just like you. I’m thinking I need to get three girls all by myself now. Without your help or Jackie’s help. Just to show you that you’re not the best.
I saw Elisa perk up as I dismissed her abilities.
Elisa: Are you baiting me?
Me: Not baiting. I just want you to be a little more humble about your own powers in this game. And a little more impressed with what other people can do.
Elisa: Because I think it’s working.
Me: What is working?
Elisa: Your baiting of me.
Me: I wasn’t baiting you.
Elisa: I’m realizing that now. You were just being earnest. And because I know that I’m not being baited. I’m going to let it work. I’m prepared to offer you an even better deal. A Godfather offer.
Me: You’re negotiating against yourself at this point. I’ve already agreed to your current offer. You’re a great saleswoman, Elisa. But I’m pretty sure that Sales Tactics 101 teaches you not to negotiate against yourself.
Elisa: I know. But I want to show you just how powerful my reach is in this game. If Jackie can get you three girls…I can do better. I love her dearly. But I also know that I need to show that I can outperform her at the social manipulation aspect of the game to stay on top.
Me: You sound like a sociopath.
Elisa: Good. Can we agree that it would be LOGISTICALLY impossible for one of the guys to capture all five girls at once?
Me: Yes. Logistically impossible sounds like the right phrasing. Even if you could time it out and do it in the same day…you’d have to let the first one go before you captured the fifth one. It would have to be done on a weekend because each weekday is used as at least one girl’s off day. And weekend schedules have been unwieldy for the last semester. I can’t remember a Saturday or Sunday that had a three hour block that was amenable to all five girls schedules.
Elisa: I can get it done.
Me: It would take a miracle.
Elisa: I’m a miracle worker.
Me: There’s also the issue of trust.
Elisa: You don’t trust me?
Me: Of course not. Should I?
Elisa: Absolutely not. But what don’t you trust about this offer?
Me: Your ego. I don’t think that you’d ever let me have all five girls. I think that even if you could lure them all in on a Saturday or Sunday…you’d spring a sneak attack and end up with four girls plus Trent as your captives. You need everybody to know that you’re the Queen of this game.
Elisa: I am the Queen of this game. And even when I deliver you all five girls…everybody is going to know that it was my scheme, and not yours, that brought it to fruition. I am an egomaniac and I WILL need everybody, including you, to know that I’m the best. But if you’re in control of five cute bound and gagged girls…how the fuck are you going to care who gets the credit?
Me: I wouldn’t. But I’d still be paranoid about a double cross.
Elisa: I have assurances for that.
Me: OK. Explain.
Elisa: You are correct that weekend schedules are too unruly. I know what people have coming up and I can’t see it working on a weekend. Also, because everybody is unprotected on weekends…you’d still be a paranoid little fraidy cat that Big Bad Elisa is going to add you to her harem of captives.
Me: Yep. Not ashamed to admit that. I respect your craftiness and fear your ruthlessness.
Elisa: And because you’re willing to cop to that, is why I’m willing to offer you this deal. We do it on YOUR off day. We’ll pull the caper on a Friday.
Me: But Friday is Courtney’s off day also?
Elisa: Courtney, would you be willing to switch your off day from Friday to Thursday for whatever week we plan this debacle?
Courtney: Absolutely.
Me: Why? Why would you want to help facilitate this?
Courtney: Easy. You’re going to have five captives. As you alluded to earlier, that’s a lot of divided attention. I’m probably going to get captured by you at some point that week. This way I get about one hour of attention and torment from you as opposed to three. Because this WILL count as your official capture of me for the week. I also have the added benefit of knowing when it’s coming so I can relax around you for the first five days of the week.
Me: OK. I’m still worried that the deal I’m being offered went from not good enough to WAY TOO GOOD in the space of less than ten minutes.
Elisa: Don’t overanalyze this gift horse. It’s your off day. I can’t betray you. The worst I can do is not deliver and you’ve spent five days unable to capture anybody, waiting for The Great Pumpkin. I’m somebody who prides themselves on their ability to deliver. I’ll make it happen.
Me: OK. I’m 1000% in. I’m just not used to you doing me favors like this.
Elisa: I’m considering this an investment. I don’t compliment you enough. But I think you know that I think that you’re one of the elite players in this game.
Me: Thank you.
Elisa: The elite binders and escapers are actually sitting here right now. And you’re somebody that doesn’t trust me in the slightest. I HAVE to be able to work with you. And I’m using this as an olive branch. I’m going to have a few schemes coming down the pipeline that might require your cooperation. I want you to feel inclined to say Yes. I’m shifty. You might never be able to totally trust me. But at least you’ll be thinking: I remember that time when Elisa got me five captives. And as you’re lying at my feet, tightly hogtied thanks to my inevitable betrayal…you can enjoy those memories and know that you’d sign a deal with this devil all over again.
Me: That’s about as honest of an answer as I could hope for. What’s your plan?
Elisa: I say we do this Boom. Boom. Boom. I think this week will work. How is your tomorrow and Thursday?
Me: They’re workable.
Elisa: We come by tomorrow and one of us ties you up. We’ll figure out a fair way to figure out who goes first. You try to escape. We time it. You do or you don’t. We torture you accordingly.
Me: OK. Got it.
Elisa: Thursday the next person takes their turn. Rinse and repeat. A winner is declared. Courtney or I bask in our supremacy. You pay homage to the true queen of this game and our little quandary is resolved.
Me: I will most certainly pay my respects to the champion. I’ll probably also taunt the loser though.
Elisa: That’s fair. If I lose to Miss Court over here, I’ll deserve a dose of shaming.
Me: But the real question in there was how Friday will work.
Elisa: Simple. We’ll have to loop Jackie in. But you haven’t captured Courtney and I this week so even if you’ve captured one of the other three it shouldn’t be a problem.
Me: I haven’t.
Elisa: OK. I talk to Jackie. I make sure she’s in. She loves me. She loves Courtney. She loves you. She loves being tied up. So, as long as I promise not to go too hard on Abbie she’ll be in without question. I then capture Erica and bring her to The Penthouse where Courtney will have captured Abbie.
Me: Can I stop you there?
Elisa: Sure. What’s up?
Me: Courtney isn’t allowed to capture Abbie. They haven’t officially been introduced in the game.
Elisa: What?!? Really!?!?
Me: Listen. Sam and I waived that rule for you, but I’m not sure that Abbie will. She really doesn’t like being a captive.
Elisa: What a coward!
Me: She’s working on it. She did some pretty impressive tying on Jackie and I last week. I think she’s a week or two away from showing Courtney what she’s got.
Elisa: OK. OK. I’ll capture that little coward and give Courtney the necessary resources to capture Erica and bring her to The Penthouse. They’re fully restrained. Then you come up and Jackie, Courtney, and I will simply lay down for you. We’ll submit to your captivity and then you can do as you please. Within the Rules, of course.
Me: Sounds great.
Elisa: And since Erica and Abbie were captured by us. You are still eligible to capture them this week.
Me: I don’t think I’ll be doing that.
Elisa: I’m just saying that you could. Why not?
Me: Well it seems that I’m going to be pretty busy on Tuesday and Thursday already for some reason.
Elisa: Yep. That is true.
Me: And then I’m going to have to use Wednesday to get all of my game supplies together.
Elisa: Game supplies?
Me: Oh. My captives will be playing some games. I have several multi-girl games that I’ve been DYING to test out. And this seems like a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Courtney: This sounds terrifying.
Elisa: Honestly this sounds kind of fun. And I don’t ever consider being captured to be fun. Are his games that bad?
Courtney: No. They’re fine. But last time I was given a game where everybody in the game knew that I was going to get smoked. I had NO CHANCE against Jackie.
Me: To be fair. That game was DESIGNED for Jackie. I didn’t know that you were going to be there.
Elisa: I have to ask. What happened?
Courtney: I had to paint a dolphin with my bare bound feet. It didn’t go well.
Elisa: Wait! Those children’s finger paintings that you sent me to vote on were from Jackie and Courtney?
Me: Yep.
Elisa: And that THING that was a weird collection of smudged blue lines and dots was SUPPOSED to be a dolphin?
Elisa started laughing hysterically at this point.
Courtney: Yes! It’s not as easy as it looks. You try it!
Elisa: Maybe I just might on Friday.
Me: Doubtful. All new games coming your way.
Elisa: I can’t wait. But even more so, I can’t wait for tomorrow. How does 4:00 sound?
Me: Works for me.
Elisa: Excellent. Come to my room. I don’t know what Erica’s schedule is. But she might get to watch. I’ll get Jackie on board tonight and then I’ll text everybody that Courtney’s new off day for this week is Thursday and not Friday.
Me: A pleasure doing business with you. I think. Maybe. Check back with me after tomorrow.
Elisa: Will do. And if I’m going first tomorrow I’ll make sure that we have some extra towels so you don’t drip all the way down the hallway after I toss you in the shower.
Me: Dear God.
I should have known that if something sounds too good to be true, it often is. But sometimes I have to learn my lessons the hard way.