Sophomore Year - Chapter 16: "This is some first class B.S." (F/FF, M/FFF) [Part 3 of 4]
Erica began hopping back towards the beds. She apparently didn’t need direction. Her sense of spatial reasoning was pretty good. She’d dropped the softball in Bag 8. Bag 6 was correct. A single softball is more expensive than you think. Certainly more expensive than a generic stapler. So I was off the hook. The girls wouldn’t be tying me up. But the game was still afoot. And they didn’t know that they hadn’t scored the point. When Erica got back to the bed her competitive juices appeared to have been activated. She felt for the edge of the bed to make sure that she wouldn’t hurt herself, but gave a little jump and backwards hop onto the bed. It honestly did seem like she was getting INTO the game. And I was going to be very pleased if that was the case. Erica always seemed miserable when she was tied up. I did want her to enjoy it. I was starting to enjoy being tied up. It might not be her thing. But I wanted to be better friends with her than I was.
Erica felt around on the bed and grabbed the nearest item that her hands could. It was the stick of deodorant. She then rolled back onto her shoulders kicking her feet in the air and giving Abbie and I a great view of her butt (Jackie had her back to her) before using that momentum to scoot towards the edge of the bed and plant her feet on the ground. Jackie was going to have to remake her bed after this was over.
Erica: Alright. I’ve got something small and plastic. It’s ridged. It’s rounded on one end. It’s difficult for me to tell.
Jackie: Mmmmppphhhhh hhhhhmmmmpppphhhh mmmmppphhhhhh!!!
Erica: You know what it is?
Jackie and Abbie: Mmmmmppppphhhhhh hhhmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!
Erica: Aright. Is the bag closer to Jackie or Abbie?
Abbie and Jackie stared at each other. This one was a little devious. The Degree for Men deodorant actually belonged to Elisa. That was the brand that she used. Dale used Right Guard. The “For Men” part implied that it was Dale’s. Since Elisa was decidedly NOT a man. But since Jackie played volleyball with Elisa for years I figured that she might know. She had no way of knowing at present that Abbie’s list was a list of items stolen from Dale. Because I imagined she might know what kind of deodorant Dale wears. Clearly Jackie was not familiar with Elisa’s deodorant preferences. Because she shook her head to Abbie that it wasn’t hers. Abbie stared down at her list and was probably trying to decide whether it was cheaper than a softball or not. It was. Not that that mattered. Abbie also decided that it might be cheaper. But she couldn’t see the bag that said 10 on it. That was facing Jackie. So as not to confuse Erica she decided to just nod her head up and down 10 times. Jackie got the message but Erica was growing impatient waiting.
Erica: Are you guys there? Are you still trying to figure it out?
Abbie and Jackie: Mmmmmppppphhhh hhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhh!!!!
Erica: OK. Let me know when you’re ready.
Abbie and Jackie gave a series of head flicks and eye darts to each other to signify that they were agreeing that they wanted Bag #10 and that this big was in the far corner, closer to Jackie and facing Jackie. Then they decided they were ready.
Jackie: Mmmmmmppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
Erica: Closer to you.
Jackie: Mmmmmmppppphhhh hhhhhhhhmmmmmppppphhh!!!!
Through a series of grunts and groans Jackie proceeded to guide Erica over to Bag #10 where she was able to deposit the deodorant. The girls were actually using quite effective communication. I felt a little bad that they were currently 0-2.
That changed though on Erica’s next item. She found the handcuffs. Jackie knew immediately that those belonged to Elisa and also that they were easily the most expensive of all ten items. Whether they belonged to Dale or Elisa. Elisa doesn’t skimp on fetish gear. Those handcuffs are the real deal. They successfully maneuvered Erica to Bag #9. Somebody was now going to go free at the conclusion of this game.
They proceeded to whiff on the Rubber Duck though. That rubber duck sits on Elisa’s desk and I was sure that Jackie should have probably seen it dozens of times. But they thought that it was Dale’s and put it in Bag #6.
The funniest moment of the game probably came when Erica returned and flopped herself back on to the bed and started rolling around to grab another object. Her hands found the gel pad and she gave it a squeeze.
Erica: Ewwwww!!!!! Gross!! Gross!! Gross!! Is this some sort of sex toy!?!? This feels weird?!?! Is this something perverted?!?! You pervert!!
Jackie and Abbie: Mmmmmppphhhh hhhhmmmmpppphhhh mmmmpphhhhh mmmppphhhh mmppphhhhhh!!!!!!
Jackie and Abbie were both laughing hysterically into their gags. They knew that it was something entirely benign but Erica’s distress was real. I also was laughing hysterically. And Erica took this to be towards the fact that I’d tricked her into touching something untoward rather than that we were all just amused at her exasperated confusion.
Erica: Seriously, idiot!! Is this like a fucking fleshlight or something?!?!
Me (still laughing): A fleshlight!?!? You clearly have no clue what a fleshlight is, do you?
Erica: No. But I know it’s gross!!
Me: There is nothing gross about what you grabbed. It’s a perfectly normal, non-perverted object.
Erica rolled back to the gel pad, handled it gingerly and then was directed by the gagged girls to drop it into Bag #4. That was the correct bag. Two points for the players.
Erica’s next item that she found was the Music and Lyrics DVD. This was an item that I was SHOCKED to find in Elisa’s closet. First, I was shocked that a college student in the Year or our Lord 2021 would own DVDs. And I was even more shocked that she’d own THIS DVD. Elisa was not a rom-com chick flick type of girl. Her favorite movies were all adventure or action or drama. Her favorite movie was Jurassic Park. She’d quote from it religiously. Major quotes. Minor quotes. Obscure references. “Hold on to your butts.” “Dinosaur eats man. Woman inherits the Earth.” “You spent so long thinking about whether you could, you didn’t stop to think if you should.” She loved it. But given her revulsion for sap and sweetness…I couldn’t believe that she owned Music and Lyrics. Clearly Elisa was hiding a part of herself from me. Elisa might be out of the closet. But her secret love of Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore movies was still firmly in the closet. I was interested to see if it was something that the other girls did know about her. Clearly Jackie did. She got very animated when Erica picked it up.
Jackie: Mmmmmmmpppppphhhhhh!!!!!! Mmmmmppppphhhhhh!!!!! Mmmmmpppppphhhhh!!!!!
Erica: You know where it goes?
Jackie: Mmmmmppppphhhhh hhhhhmmmmpppphhhhh!!!!!
She gestured her head towards Bag #7. And Abbie and her successfully guided Erica there through a series of questions and grunted responses. They were correct. And they were now 3 for 6. But it was time to enter the next phase of the game.
Me: Alright, ladies. It’s time for a little switcheroo.
Erica: Switcheroo? What do you mean?
Me: You’ll see.
Erica: That’s what I’m afraid of. And No. I won’t be SEEING anything.
Me: Sure you will. We’re going to be taking that nasty blindfold off.
Erica: OK. That I can get behind.
Erica began to hop back towards the bed. Her tautly bound body rose and fell rhythmically with each hop. I’d told her that I wasn’t going to stare and I was currently a liar. She looked fucking phenomenal as her ample bosom bounced up and down and her tight butt flexed and twitched with each hop. I put my hand on her shoulder to stop her after her last hop and pulled the sleep mask off of her eyes. She blinked rapidly as her eyes began to dilate again. She immediately started taking in the scene around her. She looked at the location of the bags. She looked at the remaining items on the bed. Her eyes settled on the tray that made large oversized ice cubes for whiskey glasses. She immediately recognized it as belonging to Elisa. None of us were 21 yet, but none of us really respected the drinking laws of the great state of Tennessee either. Erica and Elisa regularly drank cocktails in their room on the weekend.
Erica: Hey! You little thief. We were looking for that! You jacked Elisa’s – Mmmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!
I clamped my hand firmly over Erica’s mouth muffling her outburst into a long, drawn out, and ever so angry muffled grumble.
Erica: Mmmmmpmpppphhhhhhhhrrrrrmmmmmppppphhhhmmmmm!!!!! Hhhhhmmmppppphhhhmmmmmmmmrrrmmmpppphhhhh!!!!!!!
Erica was not a fan of being gagged. Most of us weren’t. But somehow she hated being hand gagged even more. The rough and firm force of my palm pressing against her exposed lips and stifling her speech was certainly not sitting well with her. Any ground that we had been making on the road towards friendship was slipping backwards. She really didn’t like being touched. As much as I was enjoying her frustration on a certain level, I knew that I had better release her mouth or the long-term animosity would boil over.
Me: No spoilers, ‘Rica.
Erica: Hhhmmmmmpppphhhhhh mmmmpmppphhhhhmmmmmmm!!!!!!!
She glowered at me menacingly. I removed my hand from her mouth.
Erica: Don’t do that!! I don’t know where your filthy hands have been. Well…I’m actually afraid of where your filthy hands have been after you watched me hop around with my tits bouncing up and down for the last half hour.
Her assertion drew muffled giggles from the two chair tied and gagged girls. I had been staring. I just can’t help myself. There is almost nothing sexier than a bound and gagged woman hopping around.
Me: Sorry.
Erica: You’re the one who took the blindfold off. Did you think I wasn’t going to say anything?
Me: We’re switching now. Jackie’s getting the blindfold. You’re getting a gag.
Erica: Is she going to be doing the hopping around?
Me: No. That’s still you.
Erica: That’s what I thought.
Me: Because you tied her to a chair!!! And you don’t have time for me to swap her out. Not because I LOVE staring at your “tits bouncing up and down”.
I used air quotes. I wanted it to be known that I was just re-quoting her rather than talking about her anatomy with vulgarity. She blushed anyway. Apparently it still sounded worse coming out of my mouth. When she said it, she was owning it. When I said it, it sounded tawdry.
Erica: Ugh. Fine.
Me: Your choice. Ball gag or duct tape?
Erica: Is the tape going around my head?
Me: No.
Erica: Is anything unpleasant going in my mouth?
Me: Define unpleasant.
Erica: You know what I mean.
Me: No.
Erica: Duct tape.
I went to my backpack and withdraw a moderate sized cloth. Erica opened her mouth willingly and I pressed the cloth into her mouth, poking it back with my fingers until it was fully recessed inside. I then picked up the roll of duct tape that I had used previously and tore off a sizeable strip. I pressed it firmly over her lips as she stared at me unenthusiastically. I repeated this process a few more times as she waited patiently for the game to resume. Once I was done she again eyed the objects on the bed with interest. She just now couldn’t share that interest with her teammates. I pulled a bottle of water out of my bag, took the sleep mask, and approached Jackie. I slowly began to peel off the tape on her mouth and then plucked the damp rag that I had jammed in earlier out.
Jackie: Blegh!! Thanks.
Me: Water?
Jackie: You know me. Gotta stay hydrated.
I unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to her mouth. Again she drank. Not much this time. Just enough to wet her whistle.
Jackie: Thanks.
Me: No problem. Time to go dark.
Jackie: Oooohhh. Exciting. I can’t remember the last time I was blindfolded while I was tied up.
Me: Sad. Dale doesn’t blindfold you and feed you strawberries when I leave you two alone?
Jackie gave me a mischievous smile.
Jackie: Well he will now!
I slid the sleep mask over her eyes.
Me: Alright. Proceed as before. Same rules apply. The dynamics are just a little different.
Jackie: OK. Erica. Here’s what we couldn’t tell you before. We’re sorting these objects into bags. My list is all objects that were stolen from your room. Specifically probably stolen from Elisa.
Erica: HHmmmmmmpppphhhhh?!?!?!?! Nnmmmmppphhhhhhhh mmmmmmpppphhhhh hhhhhrrmmmmppppphhhhhhh.
Erica gave me a glare that she was clearly non-plussed that I’d stolen from them.
Jackie: We’ve already discovered at least two of those items. Somehow Trent got ahold of Elisa’s handcuffs. We’d recognize those. He also took her Music and Lyrics DVD.
Erica: Hhhhhhmmmmmppppphhhhhh????
Jackie: Yeah. She probably hides it in the back of her closet. But she has a soft spot for that movie. It’s DEFINITELY hers.
Erica: Mmmmpppphhhh hhhmmmmpppphhh.
Erica just kind of shrugged. She was apparently unaware that Elisa’s general vitriol for rom-coms didn’t quite extend to this particular Hugh Grant / Drew Barrymore flick.
Jackie: That should leave three of those items as being from your room. We thought the other four weren’t. There was a softball. We assumed it wasn’t you guys. The “gross” thing that you were grabbing was just Dale’s gel wrist rest for his computer. Then there was a stick of Degree for Men deodorant. Obviously not yours.
Erica: HHhmmmmmmppphhhhhh?!?!!?! Nnnnnmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh!!!!! Mmmmpppphhhh mmmmmppphhhh hhhrrmmpphhhmmmmmmm.
Jackie seemed shocked.
Jackie: That is yours?!?!
Erica: Nnnnnnnnmmmmmmpppphhhhh. Mmmmmppphhhhrrrmmmmmm mmmmppphhhhhhh.
Jackie: It’s Elisa’s?!?!
Erica: Mmmmmmmppppphhhhh hhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhhh.
Erica nodded eagerly. It seemed like there was a touch of dismay that they’d obviously missed one mixed with a little bit of self-satisfaction that she knew something about Elisa that Jackie didn’t.
Jackie: Well. You learn something new every day. I’ve played volleyball with her for a decade and I have no clue what deodorant she uses. Then there was a rubber duck with a sombrero and maracas. Like some Cinco de Mayo tchotchke.
Erica: Mmmmmmmmpppppphhh hhhhhhmmmmpppphhhh!!!
Erica was nodding vigorously that she recognized it.
Jackie: That’s yours too??
Erica: Mmmmmpppphhh hhhhhmmmmpppphhhhh.
Jackie: OK. That’s not good. We’ve missed at least two. And only ONE of those items is likely to be from your room. Do you recognize anything?
Erica: Mmmmmmpppphhhhh hhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhh!!!!
Again Erica nodded eagerly. The items were spread out on the bed enough now and I could see her eyeing the ice cube tray.
Jackie: Go ahead and grab it if you can.
Erica scooted herself up on the bed. She was able to do so with less recklessness now that she had her sight. She rolled herself over towards the ice cube tray, grabbed it in her bound hands and then rolled herself off the opposite side of the bed.
Jackie: What did you grab?
Erica: Mmmmmppppppphhhh hhhhhmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhrrmmmmmmm.
Jackie: Oh. Right. Yes or no is probably preferrable. Did you grab the flashlight?
Erica: Nnnnnnmmmmmpppppphhhhhhh.
Jackie: The ice cube tray?
Erica: Mmmmmmppppphhhh hhhhhhhhmmmmppppphhhhh.
Jackie: OK. So that’s going to go in an odd numbered bag. And it’s related to retail price of the item. Do you think we can assume that that whiskey cube tray costs more than deodorant and novelty rubber duck but less than a DVD and handcuffs?
Erica thought about it for a second. She seemed like she was doing a little Price is Right math in her head. Eventually she agreed.
Erica: Mmmmmmmppppphhhhhh hhhhhhmmmmpppppphhhhhh.
Jackie: OK. Bag #5 then. I don’t know where it is. Even if I could see. It’s not facing me. Abbie will direct you.
Abbie perked up at this…not having had much to do for the last couple of minutes.
Abbie: Mmmmmmmmpppphhhhhh mmmmmpppphhhhhhh.
Abbie jerked her head to the left, letting Erica know that the #5 bag was on the edge of the formation near the closet. Erica began to hop in that direction. This game was going to get substantially easier for the girls now that Erica knew what was happening and different people were able to share information. She could also see the bag, which was a big help. She hopped her cute little butt over to the bag. The difference was that she could now see me watching her cute little butt hope over the bag as her legs tensed and relaxed and her delectable anatomy jounced and jolted up and down. She no longer needed to do weird contortions to make sure that she was hitting the bag. She just hovered over it, centered the object over the opening, and dropped it in. It was a success.
Erica: Mmmmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh mmmmmppppppphhhhhhh!!!!
Jackie: You got it?
Erica: Mmmmpppphhhhh hhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhhh.
Jackie: Alright. Let’s work with the stapler. Can you go and grab that?
Erica: Mmmmmppppphhhhh hhhhhmmmppppphhhhhhh.
Erica began her aesthetically pleasing hop back over the bed, grunting and squeaking as she went. The stapler was near the back edge. So since she could see it now and wasn’t flopping on from one side, she could easily just go to the opposite edge and pick it up. She then began hopping back towards the bags.
Erica: Mmmmmmpppppppphhhhh hhhhhhhmmmppppphhhhh.
Jackie: Alright. Abbie has the code for the even numbered bags. Abbie can I assume that yours are also sorted by price.
Abbie: Mmmmmpppphhh hhhhhmmmmpppphhhhhhh. Mmmmmmpppphhhrrrmmmpppphhhh hhhhmmmpppphhh nnnnnnmmmppphhhhh mmmmmppphhhhhhh.
Abbie was clearly trying her best to enunciate that her price chart was in REVERSE order. I sincerely doubted that Jackie or Erica had picked up on that with how garbled her speech was with the tape gag. But they’d picked up on her initial affirmation.
Jackie: OK. I’m guessing that a stapler costs more than an orange and a softball but less than a gel wrist rest and a flashlight. Does that sound fair?
Erica: Mmmmmpppphhhhhhhhh hhhhhhmmmpppphhhhhh.
Abbie: Mmmmmpppphhhhhh hhhhhhhmmmmpppppphhhhh.
Jackie: So would that make it the middle one, Abbie? Bag #6?
Abbie: Mmmmmppppphhhhhh hhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhh.
Since they thought that it was the middle bag it was irrelevant that the numbers were reversed. They just vastly underestimated how much a single regulation softball can cost. $9.99. So Erica dropped it in Bag 6 instead of Bag 8.
Me: Alright, ladies. It’s time for the final switch. Jackie, your gag is going back in. Abbie gets the blindfold now.
Abbie: Mmmmmppppphhhhhhhhh. Mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm.
Abbie was giddy with delight. She hated being gagged. Apparently she was less reticent about being blindfolded.
Jackie: Works for me.
I made quick work of the change over this time. Jackie opened her mouth expectantly before I’d even removed the blindfold. I was planning on taking the blindfold off first, but there was a girl waiting expectantly with her mouth agape expecting me to stick something in it. So how could I not oblige? Jackie is Jackie, but you never really get used to such an eager invitation. I balled a sizeable handkerchief and pressed it firmly into her mouth as she eagerly accepted it and closed her lips around it. I then tore off several strips of tape plastered them over her lower face to seal it in.
Jackie: Mmmmmpppphhh mmmpppphhhh.
I was pretty sure that that was “Thank You”. I felt like we were all learning about submission and adjusting our feelings on it within the game. But Jackie Garrett was still the only player who was going to thank somebody for gagging her. I took the sleep mask off her eyes and brought it over to Abbie. Abbie watched me with rapt attention as I slid the sleep mask down over her eyes.
Me: OK. Ladies. You may continue.
Abbie: Hhhhhhhhmmmmmpppppppppphhhhhhhh?!?!?! Mmmmmpppphhhhhh nnnnnnnmmmmmppppphhhhhh mmmmmmppppphhhhhhh!!!!!!
Abbie was clearly distraught that I had not ungagged her. Jackie and Erica couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit into their gags at Abbie’s clear distress. Even though Jackie was very protective of Abbie, I could tell that she was having trouble suppressing her giggles.
Me: What? I said Abbie gets the blindfold. I never said that the gag comes off.
Abbie: Mmmmmpppphhhhhh Nnnnnmmmmmpppphhhhh nnnnmmmppphhhhh mmmpppprrrrrmmmmmmmmm!!!!
Abbie was fuming at me. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I was pretty sure that they’d cut me deep if I could see them.
Me: Alright. I suppose it’s only fair. Hold on one sec. I’ll get the tape off.
Abbie: Mmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhrrrmmmmmmppphhhhh hhhhhmmmmpppppphhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
I had no clue what she had said. But I pretended like I had.
Me: Of course. Since when am I NOT careful.
I carefully peeled the tape off her mouth, letting the sticky adhesive come off smoothly and mostly painlessly. She spat the wet rag in her mouth down onto her lap before I’d even fully removed the tape from her cheek.
Abbie: How did you know what I said? Are you becoming fluent in gag speak?
I was a little surprised myself that I’d correctly guessed what she said. But when somebody’s giving you credit for something, I’ve found that it’s fun to just take it.
Me: Context clues. Also….you’re very predictable.
Abbie: We’ll see about that.
Me: Alright, ladies. Now you may continue.