The events of Tuesday had left me a little shaken up to say the least. I no longer fully understood my place and objective within the game. My entire paradigm was shifting. I was still very clear on the one hand…I LOVED tying up girls. There was no obfuscation there. However, I’d come into this game knowing that in order to do that, getting captured and tormented myself was going to be an unfortunate side effect of attaining my greater goals. That was until Courtney tied me up and I found that I low key really enjoyed it. I had been tied up and gagged for over two hours, tickled, tormented, aggressively pushed around, mocked, and belittled in front of an audience. And somehow...I had enjoyed myself while it was happening. This was a strange occurrence and I was somewhat unsettled by it after the fact. I’d been tied up dozens of times before. I’d been tied up at least eight times already since I joined this game. I don’t think I had ever really enjoyed it until Tuesday. I’d kind of enjoyed some of my high school tie ups. But I was really more enjoying the fact that the girl I was with was enjoying them. I loved the intoxicating thrill of power that it gave me to have another person at my mercy and I wanted them to enjoy that also. But I wasn’t really enjoying it for myself. And I’m not sure that any of the girls who had tied me up in high school had ever really had me at their mercy. These weren’t ropesmiths…it was incumbent upon me to sell the idea that I was at that mercy.
Elisa had absolutely had me at her mercy when she had tied me up a couple months ago when I first got jumped into this group. But that had NOT been enjoyable. That had been terrifying and infuriating. The subsequent two times that she had captured me since had also not quite done it for me. She was certainly attractive, but she focused more on general dominance and being ruthless during her captures. She lacked the nuance that Courtney had displayed on Tuesday. Erica likewise was a little too "all business" with her captures. I enjoyed the fact that she was enjoying her time. Erica certainly loved having somebody at her mercy, but I don’t know that it mattered that it was ME at her mercy. It felt impersonal and a little too formulaic. She got to business doing what she wanted to do and playing with her prey. But I felt that she’d treat Dale, Sam, or Abbie the same way. And then Abbie and Jackie just weren’t very good at tying people up. Abbie had come by to capture me since her initial betrayal, but unlike the high school girlfriends who I’d played helpless for, she demanded that I not patronize her with false helplessness if she was ever going to improve. So I was usually free of her ties in 30-40 minutes. She was somewhat capable, but didn’t have anywhere near the prowess of Elisa or Courtney.
Courtney had been different. The experience had been tailored to me. She was putting on a show, but I felt like special attention was being paid to me the same way I tried to customize my captures to my captive. It was flattering. The other aspect that I thought I hated about being a captive was the humiliation and lack of dignity that came with having your captor play with you at your expense. I thought that it would have been compounded by having Jackie and Abbie watching her toy with me and ridicule me. There was humiliation. I had definitely felt humiliated. I was helpless and I was watching their view of me as a dominant player in the game wash away as Courtney had shown who was the boss. But I thought it would last longer. There was no lingering to the humiliation. It sort of faded as soon as the capture was over. I thought that she’d disgrace me and Abbie and Jackie would get a picture of me as a weak and helpless little milksop. But that was not the case. I honestly felt like they respected me significantly more after Tuesday. They now viewed me as somebody who was not just a predator who was wandering the halls of their dorms looking to tie and gag girls, but as a good sport who was playing a game we all enjoyed. They saw me as somebody who could take a punishment when he was bested. I think my pathetic nature that day had ingratiated myself. Especially to a girl who LOVED being helpless and didn’t think the desire to be submissive and vulnerable made her any lesser. And her roommate who regularly had to endure the shame of being strictly trussed and silenced for three hours, whereas her revenges regularly flamed out in under an hour. I couldn’t really tell how Courtney viewed me. But I liked to think that she liked having a rival that she could push and riff off of. Somebody who could take as good as he could give. That’s what I hoped at least. The only person who I thought viewed me in a negative light after Tuesday’s capture session was Erica. But even she and I would eventually come around to an understanding.
But now I find myself in an identity crisis. Apparently I’m somebody who likes being tied up and gagged (under the right circumstances). It’s a Thursday and there is nothing stopping me from going and capturing Elisa or Abbie (Erica and Jackie have an off day), but I find myself day dreaming about capturing Courtney again. The only problem is that I made a binding promise that she will be getting a three week respite from my abductions. And I’m realizing that it’s going to be a LONG three weeks. So instead I’m taking the day to go about doing things that I did before all of this got started. It’s not my off day and I don’t have a particular desire to be captured today. Especially since Courtney can’t do it again until Sunday. So I decide to hang out with some friends after class and go play some pick up basketball before hitting an early dinner. If I don’t go back to my room, Elisa can’t strike. It’s been a really fine day catching up with my buddies Joe, Matt, and Hideki. We had a splendid dinner talking about a variety of regular topics that had nothing to do with tying people up. Matt was explaining to us how beekeeping works because apparently that’s something he and his brother would do back in Upstate New York. I have my weird hobbies. He has his. When we were done I decided that I was going to go get a to go box for a slice of the cafeteria’s raspberry cheesecake to bring to Jackie. She couldn’t get enough of it. It was REALLY fucking great. Not like great for cafeteria cheesecake, great for cheesecake in general. It didn’t make a lot of sense. This was a college cafeteria. The rest of the food wasn't this good. No sooner had I boxed up the cheesecake then I got a text. It was from Courtney. It was the Present emoji. She’d left me a present. I’d had a nice day away from the game…but now I was being dragged back into it. Another text came over immediately succeeding it. “I’d hurry if I was you.”
I ran through my head all of the possibilities for who the present could be. She couldn’t leave me Abbie because she wasn’t allowed to capture her yet. She’d already used her weekly capture of Erica. Jackie was a definite No. Elisa seemed too shrewd to fall into Courtney’s hands at this point. And I didn’t think she was allowed to give me Sam as a present since we weren’t engaged in the game together yet. I figured my roommate Dale was probably waiting for me bound and gagged back in our dorm room and I was going to feel like a real asshole if I didn’t go free him. I went back to our table and told my friends that I’d enjoyed dinner, but had to go to a study group. We exchanged fist bumps and bro handshakes as I departed. I broke into a brisk walk as I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, but wanted to hurry to Dale’s aid. My dorm hall is pretty near the dining hall so I got there quickly and took the stairs two at a time to the fifth floor. I exited the stairwell and walked down the hallway towards my room when I saw Dale emerge from the stairwell at the opposite end of the hall and start walking towards me. We both looked at each other and laughed. We got to our room at approximately the same time.
Me: So I guess you’re not my present.
Dale: No. Of course not. And I guess you aren’t my present.
He showed me his phone. He’d gotten the same text from Courtney. We looked around to ensure the hallway was empty before continuing the conversation.
Dale: Why would you think it was me? Today is my off day.
Me: I kind of remembered that on the walk over but I figured since she’s brand new to the game…she might not have a firm grasp of the rules.
Dale: I’d make her grasp that rule.
Me: Why did you think it was me? She captured me on Tuesday.
Dale: I also thought she might not be in firm command of the rules. The only difference is that I thought you might let her double dip.
Me: Fair enough.
Dale turned his key in lock and stepped in first, a gentlemanly thing to do since it was his off day and I could still conceivably get ambushed.
Dale: What the fuck?
I walked in behind him and swiftly shut the door behind me. In front of us, right in the middle of our own room, sat an exceedingly pulse increasing sight. Elisa was tightly bound and gagged sitting in my desk chair. She was wearing very short denim shorts and a low cut green top. She usually only wore such flirty outfits on her off days as she was perhaps the most cautious and paranoid about being captured. So I don’t think I’d ever seen her tied up with so much skin showing. Apparently, she had been wearing a jacket initially because it was folded on my desk along with a pair of white sneakers. I walked around her in a circle to get the whole picture. The tie was devious. She was in a lotus tie much like she had done to Abbie several weeks earlier. Except this one was a lot more humane. Abbie’s had pulled her down at way too harsh of an angle. This one was tight but sustainable. Her bare feet were crossed under her knees and were lashed to each of her legs as well as a central lashing at the shins which held her legs tightly in that fold. Her arms were bound tightly behind her back in a way that made her chest stick out suggestively, highlighting her exposed cleavage. I could see her fingertips touching her elbow at the side so her wrists were not bound together. It appeared that she had been put into a very tight box tie. There wasn’t a full chest harness but there were coils of rope wrapped above and below her protruding breasts. Another rope criss crossed it’s way around her body, over her shoulders, behind her neck, underneath the top chest rope (but not cutting under the bottom), and then connected itself to a series of lashings in the middle of her shins pulling her head down towards her legs. The arm rests of my chair had clearly been raised to accommodate her to sit in this cross legged pose. But then had been notched down and locked into place just over her knees stopping her from moving or wiggling them at will. And keeping her confined into place so that she couldn’t roll out of the chair and squirm on the floor. This was further reinforced by light tether ropes which secured her body to the chair back and her knees to the armrests.
I looked at her face and whereas normally I would notice the gag first…the first thing that lurched at me was her angry, fuming eyes. She was mad and her face was flushed from struggling. However, my eyes did drop to the gag and it was a TIGHT tape gag that wrapped itself around her head multiple times. Mummifying the bottom half of her face from just under her nose all the way down under her chin. If this was Courtney’s work then she’d clearly ditched the “signature gag” that she had used on Erica and I on Tuesday. However, this was also not a standard Elisa wraparound tape gag. Because where Elisa has a general lack of concern for her victim’s hair, an exceeding amount of care had been taken with hers. I lifted her shoulder length blonde hair briefly as she grunted angrily at me and noticed that the tape had to go around her head at least six to seven times but almost no hair was caught in the wraps. It had been delicately lifted and tightly wrapped each time. I was hoping she’d learn a lesson from this. Her mouth and cheeks didn’t appear to be bulging too heavily, but there was clearly something stuffed into her mouth. Her protestations were completely unintelligible. As we took our sweet time examining her she thrashed and made angry noises into her gag which we barely noticed as we examined the rope mastery with awestruck wonder. Eventually we decided to talk it out.
Elisa: Hhmmmpppphhhhhh mmmmmmppphhhhhh nnnnmmmmmpppphhhh mmmmmpppphhhh!!!!!!!!
Dale: Dude. This is fucking boss. Courtney is no joke.
Me: You’re telling me. It appears as though Miss ‘Liss is in quite the predicament.
Dale: I’m kind of impressed by the artistry of it. It’s elaborate. It’s alluring. But it doesn’t look as uncomfortable and Courtney is probably going to be when Elisa gets her hands on her.
Elisa: Mmmmmmppppphhhhhh!!!!! Mmmmmpphhrrrrrmpppphmmmphhjjjmppphhhhhrrrmmppppphhhhmmmmmmmm!!!!!
Me: What do you think she gagged her with?
Dale: I’m not sure. A hankie.
Me: I think it’s her own socks.
Dale: It better not be unless that girl has a death wish.
Me: Well her jacket and shoes are here. She’s barefoot. Where are her socks? Would Courtney have taken them? I think that leaves an obvious answer.
I poked her gag twice at her cheek. Elisa seethed like she was going to murder me. She'd have to wait on that one.
Elisa: Mmmpphhhmmmppphhhrrrmpphhmmmmmmmm!!!! Mmmpphhhmmmphhmmmrrrmmppph!!!!!!
Dale: If I was you I would not poke the bear like that. She is going to be angry as fuck when she gets out. This is great, but I am not looking forward to having to let her out .Whenever that might be.
I looked around and found her phone on the other side of my desk from her jacket and shoes. With it was a white envelope that simply read: “DALE AND/OR TRENT”.
Me: Looks like our present came with a card. Also, her timer only has 51 minutes left on it. It appears as though she’s actually been here for a while. It looks like our present has had quite the early evening so far. She’s not allowed to move a bound captive through the hallways. She has to have been here the whole time. Were you not in the room?
Dale: No. You?
Me: Nope. How did she get in? Did you leave the door unlocked?
Dale: I’m guessing Jackie let her in.
Me: What!? And why does Jackie have a key?
Dale: I’ve talked with her. If she ever uses it for evil, she won’t have one anymore. I would say that THIS does not constitute evil.
He waved his arm at the tightly trussed Elisa. I would agree with his assessment. I opened the card and began to read it until I read the first line and followed the instructions.
Me [READING COURTNEY'S NOTE]: “Please read this letter aloud for our dear captive’s benefit. Loyal subjects, this is your new ruler speaking. I believe I told you both that I was going to shake this game up. And I am giving you this celebratory boon to announce my reign. The old queen is trussed up before you like a little chicken roasting in the oven. And much like that analogy her reign is “cooked”. There is a new queen in town. So practice your bowing if you don’t want to end up looking like this display you see in front of you. Please note that my reign is capable of being a benevolent one. I did not simply toss the old monarch to a couple of shiftless miscreants (yourselves) without extending her an offer first. I told her that she only needed to serve a two hour penance for past transgressions. She’d be allowed out with an hour to spare if she agreed to swear fealty to the new queen of the game and kiss the ring. She chose to be a petulant and stubborn donkey. Or else you wouldn’t be reading this letter. Trent knows all about how I like to use the first two hours for business and the last hour for negotiations. Only 19 more days, you incorrigible horndog. She is your prisoner and you are welcome to do with her as you please within the rules of the game. However, your new queen humbly asks one favor of her loyal subjects. Do not let her go. She had the gall to tell me when she captured me last week that there was no way I was going to be able to keep her restrained for three hours. I think she’s starting to re-think her brashness at this point. Once again, if she wasn’t…you wouldn’t be reading this. I don’t need to stick around to hear her empty threats and insipid obscenities about what she’s going to do to me when Sunday resets the week. But I hope you like the new tie. I’ve also provided you each with a second gift. Because I know that my Little Swiss Guinea Pig loves to study and record people’s weaknesses for his torments…”
Dale: Little Swiss Guinea Pig?
Me: It’s a long story.
Dale just grinned at me.
ME: “AND because I’m pretty sure that Dale enjoys women’s feet, for which he should thank his lucky stars every day that he has finally gotten together with the pervy little yin to his pervy little yang,…
Now it was my turn to stare at Dale.
Dale: Sorry. Not sorry.
Me: Who am I to judge?
I continued reading.
Me: “…I’ve left you two with a little scouting guide to what makes Elisa tick. I mean what makes Elisa tickle. I’ve marked the soles of her feet with a guide which should let you know what her most sensitive spots are. Use that knowledge as you will during the next hour and in the future. I also hope that she’s chewing on a little bit of humble pie right now. Her own socks are in her mouth. That combined with the lotus tie you’re looking at our revenge for what she did to my new dear friend Abbie. What goes around, comes around, my little pretzel girl. I’m all too familiar with her callous mistreatment of captives and I’d like her to know that the girl in the closet sends her regards.
XOXO,
Her Royal Highness, Queen Courtney I”
Dale: Girl in the Closet?
Me: Another long story. I’ll let Elisa tell it. I’d love to hear her side.
Elisa: Mmmmpphhh!! Mmmpphhmmmpphhrrrmppphhhmmmmpphhmmppphhh!!
Me: Not right now, Elisa. We want to hear your side...later. We’ve still got 49 minutes. Also, there’s a post script scribbled in a different pen. I think she made an edit today.
I continued reading Courtney's post-script.
Me [COURTNEY'S P.S.]: “P.S. Elisa has assured me that she was already THOROUGHLY punished for her treatment of Abbie by Trent and Abbie. But I studied so hard on the Lotus Tie and didn’t bring anything else to stuff her mouth with. I wasn’t going to rummage through your drawers, that’s not very befitting of a Queen. So what’s done is done. Also, Elisa really wants somebody to know: Mmmmpphhhrrmpphhmmpphhhh.”
Elisa groaned into the gag and scowled indignantly. That had been a ruthlessly degrading letter that had attacked her on multiple levels.
Elisa: Hhmmmpphhhmmmmppprrrrhhmmmmmmm.
Dale: Have we just stepped into a god damn war zone? She looks PISSED.
I was standing behind Elisa now. So she couldn’t see my face, but a mischievous grin was creeping across it. I didn’t care what Courtney’s guide said…Elisa wasn’t THAT ticklish. There was one super satisfying way to torment her and Dale and I were about to go full bore into it. We were going to attack her pride in front of her. A captor can mock and taunt a victim when they have them at their mercy. But the real fun happens when there is a second captor to discuss them with in their presence. While they can’t even rebut in the slightest. I LOVE being emotionally manipulative as a captor. I admit it’s often not nice, but this was going to feel GREAT. Some captives, like Abbie, will give you fear and subjugation to feast on in order to evoke your mercy. It often works with us. We treat her well as a captive, and that’s one of the reasons that I had thought Elisa resented her a little bit. Elisa did NOT play meek or submissive as a captor. You were never getting whimpers, moans, whines, bleats, or yelps out of her. It was all grunts, snarls, squawks, grumbles, and muffled ranting. She played raging, defiant, and angry. Probably because she wasn’t playing. She was all three of these things. And I was going to poke her until she exploded.
Me: She should be pissed. Her reign is over. Courtney has come in with her superior tactics and ropework dominance and put Elisa firmly in her place. Homegirl made like Antonio Banderas and Took the Lead.
Dale: Was that a movie reference?
Me: Yes.
Dale: I didn't get it. Do you think Courtney is ruthless enough to be queen? I get that she’s been pretty harsh to Elisa here, but I don’t know that she can rule with the iron fury that Elisa has.
Elisa: Mmmpphh Hmmppphh.
Me: She doesn’t need to. Her strategy is better in every way. She’s definitely the new queen of the game.
Elisa: Mmmpphhh!! Mmpphhrrmmppphhhhhmmmmm!!
Elisa was clearly having none of this notion and she was letting me know it with her angry, indignant protests.
Me: Allow me to explain.