College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 5): Falling into Conclusion

Postby jennifer » Thu Mar 25, 2010 10:45 pm

Well everyone, I am glad that the first part of my story was so well received on the site. I had a little more free time so I thought I would go ahead and write the second part of this little tale. I am going to keep the opening short and jump right in. If you missed the first part of this story, it's was archived a week or so ago so read it an catch up. That is why I am starting a new topic here.

I was laying on my stomach with my hands cross tied behind my back. I had one my own legs in two places and Ashley finished my hands for me. The first ten minutes I had spent struggling against the ropes yielded little more than a waste of my energy and effort on the matter. I quickly discovered that despite Ashley's evasiveness to being tied up, she was pretty good at applying rope to someone else. I was beginning to wonder where she got the skills. I would have to wait until she returned from her professor to find out. Still, that was a ways off and I shifted her return to the back of my mind. I had other thing to concentrate on at the moment. Specifically trying to get out of this tie.

I originally planned to just relax and enjoy being tied up for a while. It would be a welcome break from the busy day that I had leading up to that point. I could just lay there and let the rest of the world move on without me. Whether I liked the course it took or not, there was little I could do about it. I guess that is a good summary of why I always liked being tied up growing up. It came with a real feeling of losing control of my problems and focusing on the matter at hand. In truth it was often a good way to relive some stress and even relax at times. However, at the moment I was determined to get out of these ropes one way or the other. But that was no small matter to work with.

My failed attempt at the conventional approach to freeing my hands from a rope binding ended in a complete failure. This left me needing to rely on my other knowledge and experience in hopes that I could locate a means of escape. It was turning out to be a real problem. There were a lot of things working against me at the moment and I wasn't sure what part of it to focus on. The key to escaping was freeing my hands. My legs were tied quite well from my own expertise. Without the use of my primary limbs, separating them was quite out of the question. Besides, even if I managed to free me feet independent of my arms, it would still leave me pretty helpless in the room. It didn't gain me any advantage.

I was not going to leave the room with my hands tied. Even though my roommates had been exposed to my hobby. I wasn't sure how the rest of the dorm or campus would react. I had no inclination to find out. I abandoned the idea of just struggling against the ropes and went for the next practical idea I could think of. If I could reach the knot and untie it, it would yield the slack I needed to escape. I propped myself up on my right side and looked back trying to find out where it was. This was the first time I realized how meticulously Ashley had actually bound my hands. It was a professional looking job. I say professional looking because I quickly spotted the armature mistake that she had made. The knot was on top.

Usually when I tie somebody else up, I leave the knot out of reach and tucked in so getting at it is as difficult as possible to prevent escape. However, Ashley had left it out in the open and even left a loose end about an inch and half long exposed. I had my way out located. I began reaching up trying to get at the knot with my bound hands. It was just a simple double square knot and would be easy to work out with a little effort. Once that was done all I had to do was apply a little effort and I would likely be able to work the ropes loose before Ashley got back. However, again things don't always work out the way you expect.

I began reaching upward with my bound hands attempting to take hold of the dangling end of the rope. Unfortunately, having my hands bound at the angle they were made using them together impossible. The best I could hope for was to try and get at the end of the rope with one hand. It was closer to my right than my left so that it what I focused on. This again still proved to be more troublesome than I originally anticipated it being. The angle my hands were crossed made getting hold of the rope very difficult to say the least. I couldn't get my thumb up high enough to grab it. I really could only reach it with my finger tips and I couldn't get a grip on it. This was where the whole problem started. I could pick a knot loose usually with just two fingers, but I had another obstacle to overcome. I had my mittens on over my hands. This meant that all my fingers were grouped together in a neat little cloth pouch and I couldn't work one into the holes in the knot to work it loose. I tried to remove one of the mittens, but the rope made that an impossible task pinning it securely to my hand.

Usually, I didn't mind having mittens on when I was tied up. They provided a number of benefits. First, they kept your hands warm if it was cold. Secondly, they also provided an insulation between the rope and my bare skin. This would be more comfortable and leave no or lighter marks after the ropes come off. Especially if the ropes were really tight like these were. Finally, they they bunch up the fingers and make escaping or using your hands for anything more difficult. The third reason was becoming a real frustration for me at this point. Ashley had done a better job that I had thought she was capable of. Despite her little mistake, the fact that I had mittens on and my hands were cross angled; prevented me from exploiting it to my benefit. This wasn't going well at all. I decided to abandon that approach and move onto my fail safe escape technique.

Although my hands were tied behind me quite securely, my arms were not connected to my body in any way. That meant there was nothing to keep them behind my back. I shifted my weight again. This rolled me back off my side and back onto my stomach. I got my center of gravity on the couch. Then, I began drawing my legs back towards my hands almost as if they were going to be hogtied. When I was little, I learned that I could get my hands from behind my back to in front of me with a little effort by threading my legs through them. Then I would work them around my bottom and around to in front of me. It was a tricky process, and I had lost some of my flexibility getting older. However, I was still quite capable of it if I tried. My brothers learned of this little trick shortly after I performed several escapes as a kid and they didn't know how. It was simple to prevent. All a captor had to do was tie a rope around my waist and tie my bound hands to it.

Ashley, on the other hand was not experienced in tying someone up. At least not someone as accustomed to it as me. She had overlooked this little detail and I was ready to take advantage of it. With a little effort, I slipped my feet through my bound hands and began the process of working them down to get them in front of me. This prove more of an undertaking that I originally anticipated it being. I ended up trying to roll to get the leverage I needed to make the final distance towards the front of my hands. The problem came from the fact that I was stuck on my stomach. It would have been much easier if I began the exercise sitting or standing up. I got about half was when I accidentally rolled off the side of the couch onto the floor. Luckily it was a short fall and we had carpeting on the floor. I landed with a soft thud and no injury. More importantly though, my hands were now in front of me rather than behind my back.

I rolled into a seated position and righted myself using my bound hands as a means of stabilization. I was finally where I needed to be. I took a moment and rested using the bottom of the couch to support my back as I sat there. All I had to do now as work the knot loose with my teeth and free my hands from the ropes. I lifted my hands up and looked down no that I could see the whole thing clearly for the first time. The knot was at an easy access point and I knew I could work it loose in a couple of minutes. I brought my hands up towards my mouth and took hold of the hanging end with my teeth. The knot was snug and would take a little work to loose, but it was more than workable. However, that is when I stopped.

I thought it over for a minute and let the end of the rope fall out of my mouth and back my hands off. I looked down at my bound hands examining them with a closer view. I tugged on the ropes a bit and let the security they provided sink in. Ashley had really done a rather amazing job for her first time tying someone else up. Even in front of me there was no other way that I could free my hands without undoing the knot with my teeth. It was a much better job than I had expected. I began to think the whole thing over. It occurred to my mind for the first time that I might be looking at this the wrong way. Up to this point in my knowing her, Ashley was completely opposed and shy when the topic of being tied up had been presented to her one way or the other. Maybe this was an opportunity to show her what this was all about or at least get an open reaction from her on the subject.

I had originally planned on being tied up for the sake of just that. Originally trying to escape wasn't part of my plans at all. I had let my competitive spirit get the better of me. My determination to escape had taken me away from my original goal. Don't get me wrong I was still enjoying this, but I had an opportunity to take this in a different direction. I took a deep breath an lifted the twin pikachus that covered my feet off of the carpeted floor. A few minutes later after a little more wiggle worming, my hands were back where they started. They were positioned in the small of my back crossed and tied rather securely. Much better than I could have done to myself. Once my hands were back behind my back, I began to shimmy my way back up onto the sofa. I used the bottom of the piece of furniture for support until I was sitting on the edge of the sofa with my feet on the floor and my hands behind me.

Once I was firmly planted, I Scooted back as far as I could go. This whole process took the better part of 10 minutes. Once I got that far, I pulled my feet back up on the couch and returned to the laying position on my stomach. My head was face down about a foot short of the end of the sofa supported by a pillow. My slippered feet were hanging just past the end of the other arm rest in the air. The ropes on my ankles were resting on the arm rest. I figured that I would let Ashley have her little victory here. I wanted to see where it would lead. I wanted her to find me exactly how she had left me. Tied up and laying on my stomach helpless on the couch.

I had already been tied up for a fair amount of time. I laid on the couch and just let the feeling of my situation sink in. It was a nice break from the stressful life of college. The ropes on my legs were all right, but my hands were tighter than I would have normally tied them. Ashley had done a really good job, I finally admitted to myself. The only problem was the ropes were really starting to feel tight around my wrists and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I was also starting to regret having struggled so much. Still, I decided to wait it out a little longer. My patience was rewarded shortly after. Ashley returned about 15 minutes after I had readjusted my position to it's original spot.

The door opened with a quiet turn of the knob. I didn't panic, I had been found tied up before growing up and besides there really wasn't much I could do in 30 seconds anyways. She closed the door quietly behind her and came into the room. At first, she didn't pay me much attention, she just crossed the room and went over and put her things down on the desk. I decided to break the ice on the matter. “Welcome back Ash.” My roommate turned in my direction and surveyed the scene. I was pretty much just how she had left me. “Well, how are you holding up Jen, it appears your right where I left you. I thought you were going to try and escape?” She responded to my greeting with an inquisitive look.

Can you help me sit up?” I responded, “I am getting a little stiff and tired of lying on my stomach.” Ashley turned and crossed the room without much of a thought on the matter. She reached down and gently lifted me upwards. With my assistance, I was sitting up with my back against the sofa and my feet on the floor in front of me. “Thanks, I appreciate the help. I did try to escape, but I couldn't get my hands free from the ropes. You sure you never tied anyone up before?” Ashley looked at me a bit surprised at the comment and seated herself on the sofa next to me before she continued the conversations.

No, I never tied anyone up before.” I gave her a glare, it was too much of a coincidence for this to be a lucky first time. Ashley read into my look and responded. “It's the truth Jen, I never tied anyone up before. But, I did grow up on a farm and you use a lot of knots on things there. I watched you tie up Stephanie a last week and you showed her that cross tie up pattern that I used on you. It is pretty similar to a diagonal lashing. I used it more than a couple of times growing up on the farm. It is used to join two polls together at an x angle and hold pretty well under weight. I figured it might me good enough to keep your arms together too.” I looked up as Ashley and nodded. Now that she had given the knot a name, it came back to me. I was familiar with the whole idea of it from my time with the scouts.

I see, well whatever you call it, it works really good.” I leaned forward and showed her my hands were still tied just the way she had left them from earlier. Ashley looked back and examined my bindings. “As much as I hate to admit it, I couldn't free myself. Do you think you could untie me, my arms are starting to hurt from the ropes?” Ashley looked at me and then she reached behind me and undid the knot holding the coils of rope around my hands. “Sure, I don't want to hurt you or anything.” It took Ashley about 2 minutes to finally uncoil enough of the ropes that I could slip my hands free and get them separated. I brought them around the front and began slipping the mittens off of my hands.

The mittens and the sleeves from my sweatshirt had helped quite a bit, but there were still several solid marks around my wrists from the ropes. Ashley saw them. “Jen, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. You asked me to make it hard to escape and I got a little carried away. Are you okay?” I met her eye contact and continued rubbing some of the circulation back into my hands. Ashley had tied me tighter than I would have preferred and my wrist were showing the outcome of that decision. “When you tie somebody up, you need to make sure the ropes are snug enough that they cannot escape, but also you don't want them to be too tight either. Otherwise they get sore after a while and these marks show up on the wrists. Don't worry, you didn't know and it's something that comes with practice. I will be okay and these marks will pass in about an hour or so. Could you undo my legs for me too.”

Ashley nodded and began working on my lower extremities while I continued messaging some feeling back into my hands. After I got some feeling back into my wrist, I took a moment and pulled up the side of my jeans so show Ashley my ankles. “See, if you do it correctly, the ropes won't dig in so much.” Ashley stepped back and apologized again for doing the ropes so tight. I just shrugged. “Really, it's okay you didn't know and now you do.” Part of the problem had been the amount of struggling I had done trying to free myself from the ropes. I knew better, and it wasn't all her fault some of the blame lied with me as well. I could tell the situation was upsetting her and I decided to take a different approach on the matter.

“Thanks for tying my hands by the way.” Ashley looked at me and the look of regret began to fade. “Really, there was no way that I could have done my hands that well on my own. Especially with the mitten on them and behind my back like that.” Ashley met my gaze, “You're welcome I guess.” I rubbed my wrists one last time. “Yeah, don't worry about it. See the marks are already starting to fade. Maybe we can do this again sometime.” Ashley took a look at my wrists and nodded.

I looked up at the clock, it was a little past 4 in the afternoon. “Hey, you want to head down to the cafeteria and get some dinner?” I asked. Ashley looked up at me. “Sure, but what about the marks on your wrists?” “I'll just have to keep my sleeves down over them for a while. Relax, I have had this happen before and I know how to deal with it. Besides I am getting hungry.” Again Ashley nodded. I took a moment and pulled the sleeves on my sweatshirt down to cover my wrists. Once I was sure the marks were out of sight, I exchanged my pikachu slippers for my tennis shoes and the two of us headed down to dinner.

I still wasn't sure how comfortable or uncomfortable Ashley was around the topic of being tied up at the end of this little encounter. I decided not to push the matter too far. She had become a good friend the last couple of weeks and I didn't want to put her in a situation she wasn't going to be comfortable with. I decided to let the matter drop and see what would happen. I didn't have to wait long.

Jennifer
Last edited by jennifer on Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:11 pm, edited 3 times in total.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby Boundgal08 » Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:21 am

Yay, another story... always love to read your stories Jennifer, always good depth and length :D

One of the most enjoyable writers on this board!

Thanks for sharing... hope there is more stories/adventures in the pipeline :)

Cheers,
BG
BOUNDGIRL!
Probably the kinkiest woman you will ever meet!
I am a switch, I like to put a man in ropes and also have a man put me in ropes!
I am the 'Queen of bondage'

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Mar 26, 2010 3:24 am

Hallo Jennifer, thank you for the very part of the story. I hop get sune more free time for more stories.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby bondagefan » Fri Mar 26, 2010 3:28 am

Do you get to tie Ashley & does she tie & gag you.Your stories are great thanks for sharing.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby canuck100 » Fri Apr 09, 2010 1:52 pm

I read your story when you posted it but neglected to comment. :bondage: bad me.

To leave us on a cliffhanger like this again. not fair! :wink:

Your stories are awesome. I'm always looking forward to the next one.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby haloguy » Sat Apr 10, 2010 6:05 am

Oh, Please keep writing, I enjoy your stories so much!

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby swamidfs » Thu Apr 22, 2010 5:41 pm

the wait is killing me

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby haloguy » Fri Apr 23, 2010 4:56 am

every day you do not finish writing this one, a pice of me dies

and with every pice of me dying, I get sad

and when I am sad, I lose intrest in TUGs

please keep writing for us :shock:

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2): Ashley's Skill

Postby jennifer » Tue Apr 27, 2010 10:02 pm

A New Chapter in college (Part 3) Normal is Good

Hi, I finally got around to writing the third part of this story. Have a read over it and let me know what you think.


Dinner at the college cafeteria went pretty well and normal as you would likely suspect. Ashley and I ate together as we often did. I had made several other friends in my first few weeks of college. I had a couple of girls that I hung out with from two of my classes and two others who lived down the hallway. I was still getting to know them. There was something different about making friends with someone and living with someone. While I was making friends with several of the other students on campus, Ashley and I were becoming close friends after the first few weeks of the semester. She and I got along quite well and shared a lot of interest. We has some differences in our personalities. She was a little more shy than I was and I was into the whole tie up thing and she wasn't. Still, she was the closest thing I had to true friend around here right now.

While I was closest with my family and I had quite a few friends from high school and grade school back home. None of them were here right now and I had been feeling quite lonely and cut off until I had formed a friendship with my roommate. We often shared an evening meal together. 4 in the afternoon was a good time to eat. The cafeteria wasn't crowded with the dinner rush and the food was just coming out fresh for the first time of the meal. The two of us sat across from each other and ate. The conversation bobbed back and fourth between a number of different things as we consumed the food. However, the item that had just transpired up in the room was absent from the conversation.

Ashley was very tabu about the whole tie up thing and she wouldn't even discuss her feelings about it with Stephanie and me. My assumption from our first encounter was that she didn't care for it at all. However, I wasn't sure what to make of the whole thing. There were still some light marks on my wrists from the ropes earlier in the day. I was careful to keep my sleeves down and I focused the conversation away from what had just happened. I wasn't sure that Ashley was unfriendly with the situation. But, I wasn't going to test it by bringing it up in public. The meal finished the way it always did, I got desert and Ashley sat there and watched me eat it. She was on a bit of a diet phase at the moment. I don't remember why, but she wasn't eating too many sweets.

So, are you ready to head back up to the dorm room Jen?” Ashley remarked as I picked up the plastic dish of ice cream and began to consume it with a spoon. “Yeah, I guess I am done let's head back to the dorm room and do something.” I replied. The two of us headed out the front door of the cafe and said good night to the woman sitting behind the cash register. She was an older lady with light gray hair and a polite smile. She was always pleasant to talk to on a busy day when you needed advice about college. The trip back to the dorm room was pretty simple and pleasant. The conversation that we had over dinner continued and everything seemed to be returning to normal. Not that most things I got involved in were considered normal by anyone's standards.

Ashley and I got off the elevator, I had finished most of the ice cream on the way up and threw the small plastic bowl out in the trash can next to the elevator. The two of us headed down the hallway towards the dorm room. I lead the way as Ashley clinged a few feet behind me. It wasn't in her nature to follow, but it was in mine to lead. I already had my key out to unlock the door and she gave me the right of way so that I could complete my task. I turned the key in the knob and glided the door gently open into the room. Ashley followed me in. She flipped on the light as she passed the switch illuminating our humble abode.

Let's face it, the room I shared with my little sister at home when I was growing up was bigger than the dorm room. Throw in the sofa and the bunk beds and got smaller by the minute. It was getting into fall and the amount of available light outside in evening hours was fading. Still, there was plenty of light coming through the windows to illuminate the small space. "So, Jen what do you want to do this evening?" The question was being repeated for about the tenth time since we left for dinner. I looked over at her not knowing how to respond. She had already asked the question several times and I told her I was fine with anything. I had gotten being tied up out of my system for the time being and any normal form of entrainment was equally worthy of my consideration. I just didn't want to have to give the first idea to the conversation.

Ashley looked at me inquisitively waiting for a response. She might as well have been talking to a bucket. I needed time to let things run through my head and she wanted an immediate epiphany. The combination wasn't coming together at all. "Movie?" The question was a one word phrase. It seemed she had already made up her mind what she wanted to do and was filling in the buckets lines for it. "Sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked looking up at her. Ashley took a moment to think herself. "Did you bring anything new when you went home last weekend?" I just shook my head and began realizing that it wasn't going my way. Ashley looked up at the line of tapes rowed across the bottom shelf above her desk. She walked over and began to look through it. I didn't have to look to know the answer. I already knew what we had.

Ashley and I had each brought about 2 or 3 movies that we had gone through in the first two weeks here. Other than that, Ashley had pretty much the whole first season of the Pokemon cartoon on tape. I had a lot of fun with the whole game and everything, but she was obsessed with it. She had two tapes that were official, the rest she had just recorded on Saturday morning on some blank tapes. We had already watched all the movies we possessed and her cartoon collection in it's entirety twice. Not that I minded, Ashley was open about what she liked in life and I was happy to indulge it to make her happy. In reality, that was the facade I put up. I was just as hooked on it as she was, but I wasn't as open about the whole thing. I didn't have a stuffed pikacu the size of a small child sitting on my bed by the pillow. But, if it made her happy, so be it. I had a couple of things that made me happy that most girls at that age would find weird to say the least.

"I guess I am going to have to go rent a movie." Ashley stated as she looked backward towards me rather than over the shelf of videos. "Are you sure, its almost a mile?" Ashley was already getting her coat on The video store I was thinking of was almost a mile from the dorm. "I am sure, is there anything in particular you want me to get?" I watched as Ashley was opening the door to the dorm room. I was surprised she was willing to make the trip over a simple tape rental. "Something funny would be nice, and nothing scary." The offer was more for her than me. I could stand horror films, but Ashley didn't care for them much. "I trust you, besides your paying for it so it's up to you." Ashley nodded and headed for the door.

I leaned back against my own desk and my hand landed on Ashley's keys. "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" I said picking the keys up and jangling them to get her attention. "Nope, I could use the exercise, besides you need time to make the popcorn. I will be back in a little while." With that she closed the door behind her and took off. I knew there had to be a catch to the whole thing. No wonder she wanted to head off so suddenly. Ash wanted to stick me with all the hard work. I gave it a quick sigh and went off to get the stuff out of her closet.

So, you might be thinking, popcorn right, no big deal. Just throw two bags in the microwave and pour them into a bowl for later. Well, if that was it you would be wrong. I pushed my chair over so that I could extend my height. Each of the closets had two long deep shelves that ran the length of them. The top one was within reach of Ashley, long arms from the floor. At least the front edge of it was. Unfortunately, I wasn't blessed with her natural height. I pulled the air popper down from the top shelf where she stored it along with the pot and of course the pop corn. I set the pot and popper up on her desk. I filled the popper with a load of kernels and plugged it in. With most college students, a movie with popcorn was a simple way to unwind. With Ashley it was a ritual.

I took the lid off the 5 quart metal pot and put it under the lip to catch the popping kernels. While that was running, I headed over to the fridge and dug out a stick of butter which I cut in half. I put one half of it into a small ceramic cereal bowl and put it in the microwave. I set a timer and let it sit without starting the whole thing. I waited about 5 minutes while the popper emptied its contents over the side and into the pot. I retireved the salt shaker and got it ready too. Once the first popping completed, I went over and refilled the air popper for the second go round. It took two popping to fill the pot. Once the second popping began, I hit the go button on the microwave to start melting the butter. I still had a few minutes to wait on the matter. Then I noticed something laying on the floor.

The pieces of rope that I had been bound with earlier was still sitting out. They was coiled up, but I had forgotten to put them away from earlier in the drawer where they were supposed to go. I let my mind wander back to where it had been before the movie had been suggested. I wasn't sure where the whole thing sat. I wondered whether Ash was gaining some interest in my activities, or if she was simply trying to be a good friend. It was a puzzle that I hadn't managed to quite work out how to address. At least not at this point. A beeping from the microwave brought my mind back into the present.

I pulled the melted butter out with a pot holder and crossed the room to spread it over the pot which, was now bursting with popcorn. I poured about half of it over top of the popcorn and then I began pulling the sides of the pile up. That way I could get some butter down further into the batch. Once I was done with that, I put the lid over the pot and shook it. I shook it like a melon trying to see if it was ripe. I was trying to spread the butter around evenly. After 2 minutes of shaking, I opened the top again and poured a little salt on top of it. It was a whole lot of work, but that just made it taste better. I grabbed a small handful and chowed down on it. Ashley was right, this was way better than 2 bags from a microwave.

The funny thing was there was enough popcorn for my whole family there in that pot. Ashley and I were going to end up eating all of it despite just having dinner over a half hour ago. Ash was weird that way. She wouldn't eat a scoop of ice cream. But, put a pile of popcorn in front of her and suddenly she would become a bottomless pit. I looked up at the clock. Ashley had only been gone for about 15 minutes or so. I had made the last trip to the video store with her. I had at least a good half hour before she was coming back. That would be if the store only had one tape to rent and a bear chased her back. I put a lid on the popcorn and headed over towards my dresser. I decided that to take a shower and get it out of the way for the evening.

I opened the bottom drawer of my dresser. We had a pretty open and sharing relationship about everything in the dorm room. Clothes seemed to be the exception to this rule. Mostly because our sized didn't match. Ashley had lent me a sweatshirt once. We had gone to an outdoor activity earlier in the month. Ashley had brought a pull over sweatshirt and I wore shorts. It ended up that she tied it around her waist because she didn't need it and I got cold. So, she let me borrow it to warm up. It ended up keeping me warm, but it looked a little ridiculous as I could have passed it off for a short dress.

I was still trying to decide whether or not to go through with my plan for the evening. My bottom drawer was designated by me week one for clothes. Actually, it turned out to be the only private place I had in the whole room. It housed a couple of things that I hadn't shared with either Ashley or Stacy yet. The first one being the harness I sometimes wore in the car. The vest from it was situated underneath everything else in the drawer. I had also brought out a seat mount for it. Actually, Scott had hidden them in the top of my laundry bag the day I moved in. It was in case I wanted them for anything. So far, they had just sat at the bottom of my drawer. There was also the a pair of hinged hand cuffs with their keys. However, these two things weren't what I was looking for.

I went over to the left side of the drawer and retrieved the item I wanted. I lifted the outfit out and slid the door shut below. I tucked it under one arm and grabbed a change of underwear and a towel along with some soap as I headed out and down the hallway to the bathroom. I stepped into one of showers and pulled the curtain around me. I changed out of my clothes and turned the water on and let it come down streaming to hit me in the face. It was warm and a welcome soothing to end what had been a long day. My shower lasted about 10 minutes. I washed and stepped out with a towel wrapped around my body. The area around the floor was getting rather quiet for this time of evening most of the students who were going home had already left for the weekend. Of the few who remained, most of them were off at dinner right now. I had the bathroom all to myself. I headed over to second stall to dry off and get dressed.

Once I was dry, I slipped on my undergarments and then I unfolded the outfit I had retrieved from the dresser earlier. It was a fleece set of footed pajamas that I had brought from home on my last trip out. They were the normal one piece set that zipped in the front from the wait up to the neck. It had long sleeves and legs that ended in the built in feet. The whole thing was light blue with a snow flake print. My mother had ordered two sets of them for me the year before from the JC Penny's catalog. I slid them on over my body and did up the zipper in the front. Then, I gathered my clothes up from the floor and headed back to the dorm room. I had avoided being seen by anyone so far. I headed back into my dorm room and went inside.

I had brought the outfit from home the last time I had gone. I had meant to wear them to bed earlier in the week. However, I wasn't sure how my two roommates would react to seeing me in pajamas with feet. I was worried that Ashley and Stacy would have a good laugh at my account and tell me how ridiculous I looked. Still colder weather was coming and I didn't want to go the whole winter without them. I figured I was better friends with Ashley than Stacy so this would be a good time to see what she thought. If she had a problem with them, the rest of my stuff would have to make it's way home in secret. I seated myself on the sofa again much like I had been tied up earlier. Basically I just put my feet up and stretched out. Then I waited for Ashley to get back.

I still had to wait another 15 minutes or so for her to return. A two mile walk to rent a video took her almost an hour. The door opened and Ashley came into the room. She plopped the video down on my bed and took off her coat. "Hey Jen, sorry for taking so long with the tape. Did you get the popcorn done?" I looked over at her and nodded quietly. Ashley got two cereal bowls from a box in her closet and brought the pot over. She put it on the floor and pulled the chair from my desk up and set it facing the television. Afterward she put in the movie and sat down in the chair. My roommate didn't even attempt to fight me for the couch or part of it. Finally, Ashley hit play on her remote and passed me a bowl of popcorn. Everything went pretty smoothly. The two of us just sat there watching the movie start munching away on popcorn.

It turned out that my worries were not going to be realized. She had seen me and I hadn't heard one word about what I was wearing. The movie went forward and I worked slowly through my first bowl of popcorn before moving onto a second. The pot had a good 7 or 8 bowls in it. I was still full from dinner and the movie was about an hour and a half in length. It took me about 40 minutes to finish the second bowl. I went to get a third from the pot. However, all I got was a handful that I managed to scrape together. Ashley had devoured the rest of it in my absence. Not that I minded, I wasn't all that hungry.

The movie Ashley rented was Men in Black with Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones if I am not mistaken about the actors. It would not have been my first choice, but I am easy going. It was okay, and it had it's moments. The light flashed and the movie ended. (See it if you don't know what I am talking about.) Ashley got up and hit the rewind button on the VCR. "Well, that was different." Ashley said looking for a word to describe the movie. I could tell she wasn't as pleased with it as he had expected it to be. "Nice Jammies by the way, they look pretty comfortable." She continued to comment showing me a quick smile. I looked up at her trying to hide the embarrassment of the whole situation. "Yeah, they are warm and comfy." I repeated her comment back to her.

I sounded like a 4 year old, but I wasn't sure how to respond. Luckily Ashley moved the matter forward for me. "Where did you get them? I didn't know they made blanket sleepers in adult sizes." I paused for a moment and responded. "Actually, they are on the upper bound of child sizes. My mom ordered them for me from the JC Penny's catalog last Christmas. I like pajamas with built in feet to keep warm. I have had them ever since I can remember." Ashley just nodded, "Well, they look comfortable, maybe I should get some." Her tone was a mix of laughing and a warm smile. I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. However, the matter dropped off.

Ashley took the tape out of the VCR and put it back in the video stores box. Then she came over and seated herself with her back resting again the side of the couch. Her position was chosen specifically because of what I had left on the floor. The coils of rope from earlier were still sitting there on the floor where I had left them. Ashley picked one of them up and passed it back and fourth between her hands. She looked down at it methodically and avoided making eye contact with me for a time. This was a second reason she had chosen to sit where she had. For a few minutes, she just sat there in silence. Ashley was letting her thoughts circulate in her head trying to choose the right way to phrase what she wanted to ask. They were moving around like clothes in a dryer.

Finally, she kept her gaze forward, but put a question out in the air. "Jen, I want to ask you something. It's hard for me, but I wanted to know something. It's about you being tied up earlier today. I had a question that I wanted to ask you with relation to that." I looked down at the back of her head. "OK, go ahead." I replied. "It was about the way you were tied up earlier. Have you ever fallen asleep tied up like that?" The question seemed strange at first, but the more I thought about it, it made more sense. I understood what Ashley was trying to ask. The problem was how to phrase it and my current outfit might had sent her to ask that question. I took a deep breath and resounded. "Well. . . . "

I am going to break here. I apologize that I didn't get to the good part of the story yet. However, this is already another 5 pages and I need to get some sleep tonight. This is turning out to be longer than I anticipated it would. I will finish the story up in over the next week or three. I promise. I hoped you enjoyed it despite nobody getting tied up just yet. Who gets tied up? Well I am not going to spoil the surprise. If you want to know you need to continue reading next time.

Jennifer


Jennif

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 and 3): Normal is Good

Postby Qarl » Wed Apr 28, 2010 12:32 am

this is a great story and I love the parts you've added here. Thanks for sharing these experiences. I will look forward eagerly to the next installment!
Thanks again,
-Carl

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 and 3): Normal is Good

Postby Plueschbabycd » Wed Apr 28, 2010 3:00 am

I like this part very much and hope that your the one how get bound in harness for the night perhaps with the sleeping mask. I find it good that you found time to write.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 and 3): Normal is Good

Postby 07FG1 » Wed Apr 28, 2010 7:36 am

I like your wrighting style, its very detailed and you leave nothing out and make sure you cover everything so nothing is left to question. I look foward to reading more from you, keep up the good work.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 and 3): Normal is Good

Postby haloguy » Wed Apr 28, 2010 1:38 pm

great! I cant wait for more!

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 and 3): Normal is Good

Postby swamidfs » Sat May 15, 2010 4:54 pm

please finish .....

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 and 3): Normal is Good

Postby jennifer » Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:41 pm

Part 4: Sleeping captive

Sorry for taking so long on this story. I have been pretty busy with life as it is right now. I don't have the time to write like I used to. So, I won't be updating my stories as often. However, this part of the story is done and the next one will probably come sometime in July or so. I hope everyone enjoys it.

"Well, . . . ." The words swarmed from my mouth as I tried to move the conversation forward. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to explain this. So, I just spit it out. "Yeah, I have slept tied up on quite a few occasions growing up. However, I usually do it with my hands tied in front of me. I have tried sleeping like I was tied up earlier, but I haven't had much success with it. It just gets too uncomfortable for my body to find a position I can rest in." I took a moment and let the newly shared knowledge sink in to Ashley's mind. She was sitting there hanging onto every word that I was sharing on the matter.

"How long have you been playing these games Jennifer?" The question darted from the other part of this conversation. I looked over at Ashley trying to get a second read on where she was going with this. "I mean, you seem to know what you are doing, I was wondering how long you have been doing this?" I took a moment and pondered what the best response would be, "I really don't know. My brothers and sister were into the games for quite a while now. Probably before I was born. I have been playing with them ever since I can remember. I . . . ."

I continued moving the conversation forward about some of my past experiences growing up with the whole tie up epidemic. Anyone familiar with my stories knows just how much experience I had. I shared a couple of anecdotes with Ashley related to the subject at hand. I don't remember exactly which of them I shared with her. However, they were some of the ones that are located on my site and in the back log of the forums here. I spoke with her for a good half hour on the topic sharing 3 or 4 of my experiences.

"Wow! I had no idea that you were that involved with this. I thought it was just a strange hobby that you probably picked up as a teenager or something. I can see where you get all your knowledge on this matter from. I am surprised that you remember all of that." I smiled as Ashley took all of my past in. Gaging her reaction was not as difficult as it had originally been. Her eyes gave most of it away. There was a genuine interest in the subject floating around and threw her appearance like the air in an empty headed cat.

"I thought I was getting to know you Jen, but you really are full of surprises. How do you remember all of this?" Ashley asked. "I don't" I took a deep breath and headed over towards the computer. It was still sitting on where Ashley had set it. I could have just explained the whole thing to her, but it was easier to just show her. I pulled the chair away from the desk and opened the drawer. Once it was opened, I reached inside and opened a recipe box that was situated in the back corner of the desk. Inside were a number of the old 3 and 1/2 inch 1.44 MB floppy disks. There were half a dozen of them buried back in the box. Most of them contained files and some of the work I was using for school. Each of them was neatly labeled with their contents clearly written on a label that adorned each disk.

However, there was one disk whose label was worn off and I had not bothered to replace it. The disk itself was more than a few years old. It was one of three in a collection that I had. I popped the diskette into the drive on the computer and then dug through the menus locating the shortcut to the dos prompt. The software I was about to boot up was older than windows. It was buried deep on my hard drive, but the contents I wanted were in a file on the aged disk. I opened a version of Microsoft word that was at least a decade old. Then, I opened a file located on the a:/> drive on the computer.

The file popped up on the monitor in front of us. It was a simple word file that had been begun more than a few years ago. The caption at the top of the page read, "journal". I scrolled to the bottom of more than 200 pages of text put together with a loose collection of headings. I reached the end of the document and began to amend it. I put the date at the top of the heading and typed "An experience with Ashley." What followed were three paragraphs that listed the details of how I was tied up, what I had on and several of the other details surrounding the incident.

Once I was done, I saved the file and began to scroll back upwards through its contents. "Every time I get tied up, I write it down. My sister Mary always kept a diary growing up. I wanted to be just like her when I was little. So, I began keeping my own diary too. " Ashley just looked at me. She gazed at the file as I scrolled backwards towards the top of it. "You mean to tell me Jen, that whole file is just about you getting tied up?" Her eyes were quite wide not knowing how to respond. I just nodded. "Yup Ash, that's what all of these are. This is my second disk. The first one got filled up past capacity and I had to start a second. I back this one up on a second disk at the end of each week." Ashley wasn't responding to me now she was just looking at the screen. He mouth was open and nothing but hot silence was coming out.

I didn't wait for a response. "I have 4 spiral notebooks at home as well. They are from before I decided to start using the computer. My mom thought it would be cheaper to buy me two computer disks than another 20 notebooks. I have been keeping this since I was 7 years old. You are the first person outside of my family that I have ever shown it too." Ashley finally closed her mouth again and stepped back from the computer. "Wow! . . . " followed by a long pause was all she got out. "Yeah, I got tied up quite a bit as a kid." Not every entry in this diary was about getting tied up. But, I was not going to share that with her at this point. Three quarters of them were and that was enough for me to claim some truth to my bragging.

I had laid out the big picture for her. The reaction I got was more than I was looking for. Ashley looked like a 5 year old in a candy store with 2 shiny new nickles to part with. (I am looking back through the diary I kept right now. There are around 780 total entries or so. So, there were probably 5 or 6 hundred of them when I was sharing it with Ashley.) However, she only got to see the thing as a whole and read one or two of the pages over my shoulder before I shut it down and pulled the disk out of the a drive on the computer. Being tied up was a big part of who I was growing up. Ashley had gone on a quest to find out what my experience with the whole situation really was. I thought this was the best way to show her the big picture.

Ashley continued to stare at me for another minute or two even though the computer screen now showed my care bear desktop. "So, do you want to give it a try?" Ashley just looked at me without speaking. After another 2 minutes of just sitting there she nodded her head back and forth silently as she returned my gaze. I rose from where I was sitting and headed over to retrieve some rope to get started. Ashley just stayed sitting where she was. I could still see the nervousness in her eyes at the suggestion I had just made.

I had been down this road about 100 times growing up. Introducing someone to getting tied up can be a tricky thing to walk through. Usually when another individual finds out about my weird hobby, they give one of two reaction. Either I lose a friend, or they become interested in it. Ashley was the second case. Some people who know about me getting tied up just sit back and won't participate in it at all. The events from earlier today were a clear indicator of Ashley's thoughts on the matter. She was just having the trouble working up the courage to bring the matter further out into the open. So, I offered an invitation. I figured it was better to approach the matter directly and maybe tie her up for about 20 minutes and let it work in our out of her system and then go from there.

I got a piece of rope from where it was sitting on the floor, and returned to where Ashley was seated by my desk. "OK, could you do me a favor Ashley and put your hands together please?" Ashley hesitated for a minute or two, but then she stood up and turned around bringing her arms around behind her back. I decided to go with it and began the process of tying her hands together. I pulled her wrists together and began wrapping the rope around them several times. After 7 or 8 passes, I cinched it off in the middle and tied a knot. It wasn't the best job I had ever done by a long shot. She probably could have freed herself if she had any idea what she was doing. However, that wasn't the point. Ashley and I were just testing the waters with this matter.

Once I gave her the go ahead, Ashley started to struggle quite a bit. I stood there and watched as she yanked on the ropes from a couple of different directions trying to separate her hands from their current position. The struggling lasted for about 2 and a half minutes before Ashley finally tired herself out. She was drawing in deep breaths and leaning forward trying to examine her hands. She wasn't at the end of her strength, but it wasn't proving to be an effective means of procuring her freedom. After a few deep breaths and composing herself, Ashley sat down on the couch and leaned back.

"Are you OK?" I asked. The question was just routine. Ashley seemed to be composed, but I didn't want to scare her. "Yeah, I am all right." She replied. "You know, ugh, you make something like this look pretty easy to get out of the other night. I guess it's just not as easy as it looks." I nodded. "It takes a lot of practice to learn how to escape effectively. There are some tricks of the trade and if you follow it long enough you will learn." Ashley looked up at me. "Yeah, I guess so. Jen, could you untie me now.?" I looked up at the clock on the shelf above my desk then I looked down at Ashley. "Sure, I guess."

I leaned over and instructed Ashley to lean forward to give me access to her bound wrists. The square knot I had tied earlier parted with relative ease and I was able to free her hands a minute or so later. Ashley brought her hands out from behind her back and began to massage her wrists. Despite the fact that she had only been tied for about 5 minutes. There were some rope marks on her arms. After she finished a little bit of rubbing, Ashley got up and walked passed me. "Thanks Jen, look at the time. It's late already I should probably start getting ready for bed." Ashley crossed the room to her closet and retrieved a set of clothes for bed and headed out the door to our room without another word.

The whole of the process took about 45 seconds or so. I was still standing there holding the coil of rope in my hands after she left. I was almost struck dumbfounded by the whole of the event. I figured that I should get this out in the open so that I could Gage Ashley's reaction and temperance to the situation correctly. She had been tied up for 5 minutes and stormed out with a lame excuse about getting ready for bed. I looked over at the clock. It really wasn't that late. I think it was sometime around 8:30 pm or a little after. Ashley still went to sleep often earlier than I did, but this was out of character even for her. She usually stayed up until at least 10:30 at the earliest.

I read the situation for what it was. Most of the friends I had played tie up with gave me a better reaction than this. I had two cases where I introduced someone to the games as a participant and it had gone really bad. One of them freaked out once they were bound and the other one never spoke to me again. I ran back over the last 5 minutes in my head. Trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Ashley hadn't been tied up long enough for her to get hurt. She had attempted an escape, but that was the normal first reaction. She had been pretty calm about the whole thing after her first wind broke down. Then she asked to be untied and left the room with an impartial attitude towards what happened. Almost if she was dismissing the whole matter.

I ran through everything again and again in my head for about 10 minutes. I was trying to nothing that had gone on seemed to fit the pattern with the other two bad reactions that I had concerning it. I just knew something had gone wrong. Once I rule out any thing I should have done differently, I chalked the whole situation up to a bad reaction and began working my way through my next move. Ashley was a becoming a close friend. The best one that I had out here. I didn't want this to ruin our friendship. I mulled over what to say to her when she came back in my head several times as I sat on the edge of my bed. A lot came to mind. I didn't want to blame her, but at the same time, I really didn't want to put all the weight of this on my own shoulders. I was looking for a middle road to share the blame between the two of us. I was hoping we could just get past it. However, no words came to me. Well, at least none in time.

About half an hour after she left, Ashley came back into the room. I had already rounded up the rope and put it away in Stephanie's dresser hoping not to leave an innuendo of the situation out in the open. Her hair was still a little damp and the clothes she had been wearing during the day were situation under one of her arms with a towel. She was in her favorite sleeping outfit. The yellow sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt. She padded in to the room and dropped her dirty clothes in to a laundry bag located on the left side of her closet. Without a word, she shut the door and turned and looked at the bed. I began to speak.

"Ashley, " The words drew slowly from my mouth. "I am really sorry about . ." Ashley stopped me with an hand being raised mid sentence. "What are you apologizing for Jennifer?" I raised my gaze up from the floor to read the reaction on her face. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "I guess I took the whole thing with a little too much excitement. I should have started out slower. I probably shouldn't have tied you up, we at least not with your hands behind . ." Ashley gave me another raised hand. I couldn't blame her, I had earned it after all.

Ashley crossed the room and put her hands on my shoulders. "You didn't do anything wrong Jennifer. I wasn't scared of being tied up, that's not it at all." I stopped the apology. and looked up at Ashley her face was quite calm and relaxed on the matter. I tried to read an explanation from her, but none seemed to be forth coming on the matter. Ashley finally let the silence pass and opened an explanation of her behavior to me.

"Jen," There was a long pause. "to be honest with you, I have been curious about this whole tie up thing since I watched you tied Steph up the first night we were here together. I have been watching you for the last few weeks and after a few times I have been debating whether or not to ask to participate. I still had some fears on the matter, but you put most of them aside this afternoon. I finally understand why you like being tied up. Still, I wasn't sure how to approach the subject from the initial standpoint I gave you on the matter. Then a few minutes ago, I finally worked up the courage to try it. " I listened to her explanation and gave it my full attention.

"Well, when I was tied up a little while ago, it was an interesting experience. I thought back to the first night when you tied Stephanie up and she fell asleep like that. I was wondering if she was just playing around or if she really fell asleep like that. So, that's why I asked you if you ever fell asleep tied up before. I thought about trying it myself. I figured if I made it all night tied up, then I could know about this one way or the other and put the matter to rest. Anyways, this is going to sound a little stupid. I thought that if I was going to ask you to tie me up for a whole night I should head to bed early. That way if I cannot fall asleep tied up, I still have some time to get a good nights rest before morning. So, I ran out of her and started getting ready for bed. Sorry if leaving so early gave you the wrong impression."

Ashley finally stopped and took a couple of breaths. She was speaking so quickly that I was having a hard time keeping her words separate. Still, I got the majority of it. I let out a sigh of relief before continuing. I had drawn the wrong conclusions, but at least everything was OK. I couldn't contrive the right words to say so I just answered her approach with a simple nod. "Well then Jen let's get started." Ashley stated without any more discussion on the matter. She turned her back to me and brought her hands together in the middle of her lower back. "OK, I guess we can if you want to give it a try. Let me get some of the rope back out since I put all of it away." I replied as I crossed the room over to Stephanie's closet and removed a piece of rope from the dresser.

I began to uncoil it and came back across the room to where Ashley was standing. "All right, but turn around first." I instructed. "Why?" Ashley replied. "I am going to tie your hands in front instead of behind your back." Ashley looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a look of discontentment. "Look Ash, I have done this quite a bit growing up and it's really had to fall asleep with your hands tied behind your back. This will be more comfortable. Besides, if you decided you don't like it then you won't have to wake me up at 3:00 am to untie you." Ashley glared at me. "Jen, I promise that no matter what I won't wake you up at 3 in the morning over getting untied. I want to do this and I am going to spend the night like this no matter what."

The argument went on for about another 3 minutes on whether I should tie Ashley hands in front or behind her back. However, after she refused to change her mind, I played my trump card and won argument. Ashley turned around and brought her wrists together in front of her. I took the rope and looked them around her wrists parallel several times and cinched it off in the middle. I gave it a slight jerk, and made sure it was snug. I was careful not to make it really tight. I wanted it to be comfortable for her first night like this. Ashley looked down at the ropes and then brought her bound hands up and itched her nose. "You know Jen, if I wanted to get out of this it would be pretty easy." I nodded, "Yeah, it would but if you want to be tied up then you can just leave the ropes alone. If you want out at some point the option is there for you. Either way let's get you into bed."

Ashley nodded in agreement and then headed over to our bunk beds. She started trying to climb up into the bed, but it proved to be a lot harder than she thought it would be. The bed didn't have a ladder or really any good hand holds. Usually, you had to step on my bed and reach across. Once you got the other side you could pull yourself up. This proved rather difficult for Ashley to do with her hands tied together. After a few minutes of failed attempts, I came over and offered her a boost up. Ashley finally got both hands across the bed and managed to pull herself up. Once she reached her perch, she turned herself around and sat on the edge of the bed facing me.

"Shouldn't you lay down?" I asked looking up at her. "I will, but could you at least tie my feet together first. I don't want to be able to move around too much." I let out another sigh, but then I stopped and headed over towards the dresser to get a second piece of rope. I came back across my own bed and took hold of Ashley's ankles. Then I began tying them tougher with the piece of rope just above her slippers. I didn't to anything elaborate. Just a few coils and a center cinch like I had done to her hands earlier. "There, is that better?" "Yeah Jen it is." Ashley replied once I had finished tying her feet together.

My roommate scooted back in her bed and pulled her legs upwards. After a minute or two of shifting around, she lied down with her head against the pillow. Next, Ashley pulled her hood up and shifted onto her right side. Finally, she lifted her hands up and grabbed the big stuffed pikachu that was sitting at the head of her bed. She tucked it close to her chest and hugged it with her bound arms. "All right Jen, I am all set." "OK," I replied. I reached up and took hold of the covers at the foot of Ashley's bed. I pulled them up over her and brought them to rest just short of her head. "Sleep tight Ash, don't let the bed bugs bite." I stated with a sarcastic tone of voice. Ashley just laughed and wished me good night.

Once I was sure that Ashley was situated properly, I crossed the room and turned out the lights. I felt a yawn of my own coming on. It had been a long day and I was pretty tired myself. I decided that even though it was early, I should probably hit the hay myself. After all, Ashley was going to have a hard enough time sleeping without me keeping her up on top of the ropes. I made sure the door to our room was locked for the night and then I went back over to my own bed. Before I knew it, I was laying on my side tucked beneath my own covers.

I laid back in the darkness and stared up at the bed above me. For the first few minutes, Ashley just lied still and tried to go to sleep. However, I heard her shift around about 10 minutes after I had gotten into bed. Neither of us said anything. The next half hour or so, Ashley just shifted her position a couple of times. She was having a hard time getting comfortable bound up in the ropes like she was. However, a little while later the movement stopped all together. It seemed that she had finally found a manageable position to sleep in and was finally off to dream land. I took in a deep breath and let out one last deep sigh of relief. For as complicated of a day as it had been, everything worked itself out. I closed my own eyes finally content that Ashley would likely make it through the night without incident.

Sleep came easily to me as the evening moved forward. There were a lot of ideas flowing around in my head. I just needed to make some sense of them. Despite not being tied myself, I fell into s deep a quiet slumber. Suddenly, I was awakened by a loud and heavy 'THUD'.

More to come

Jennifer

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 4): Sleeping Captive

Postby William F Somebody » Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:05 pm

Ashley fell, didn't she?

Well, hurry on and update! We're all waiting!!!

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 4): Sleeping Captive

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Jun 12, 2010 2:22 am

Hallo Jennifer, very good part I can Ashley understand. That was for a new Land. The disk I would like also read, but most would in your stories now. Now will wait for next part.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 4): Sleeping Captive

Postby canuck100 » Tue Jun 15, 2010 9:48 am

Wow. 2 roommates into TUGs. Throw in the boyfriends into the mix = receipe for an awesome time at university... Have any of the boyfriends (if you had one at the time) ever been involved?

Thanks for sharing your stories with us, Jennifer.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 4): Sleeping Captive

Postby Qarl » Tue Jun 15, 2010 1:07 pm

I love each part to this story, and I went to your website and found it easier to browse in that format to catch up on a few of the many other tales you've written. I'm staggered at the sheer volume of your writing about TUGs! I'm not sure whether I'm more stunned by the fact that you've actually had so much experience with tie-ups, or that you've taken the time and been so generous to record so much of it to share with us! Thank you so much! Looking forward to more.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 4): Sleeping Captive

Postby jennifer » Tue Jun 15, 2010 6:36 pm

Hi All,

Thanks for all the comments. This story still has another part or two to go before it will be completed. My scheduele doesn't leave me as much time to write as I used to have. But hopefully, I will be a little more prompt with continuing this story than the last time gap between parts. Probably sometime in the next couple of weeks.

Canuck, it has been a while since I last heard from you. I am glad to see you are still actively involved with this board. To answer your question, I had two boy friends that I went through while I was in college. Neither of them turned out to be too serious, and unfortunately, they never got involved with my tugs experiences. My two roommates turned out to be an interesting paring. Stephanie was moderately interested in the subject when I first met her and Ashley was really thought that it was weird the first time she saw me tie Steph up. Still, everything worked out well in the end and we had more than a few instances where somebody ended up tied up. I will share a few more from this area in the future.

Well, stay tuned and I will have the next part written up in a couple of weeks.

Jennifer

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 5): Falling into Conclu

Postby jennifer » Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:12 pm

Part 5: Falling into a Conclusion.

Well, I am going to write the next part of this story. I think I am going to finish this one here. I hope everyone enjoys it.

I came awake quickly as I laid backwards in my bed. There was a loud thud off to the left side of the bed in the open space between the bunk beds and the edge of the sofa. I was woken more by the vibrations traveling through the floor than the sound. I wiped the drowsiness from my eyes and sat up quickly in the darkness that now textured the room. My attention was quickly drawn to the outline that now sat on the far side of my bed. It took me a moment or two to rationalize what was going on as the large blob tried to move in the dark next to the side of the bed. Ashley was making a groaning sound from the floor.

Once I realized what had happened, I was out of bed and on my feet in less than a minute. I exited the bed on the right side and began to make my way towards the door of the room. My reaction might have seemed a little out of place, but the room was pitch black and I needed to check on Ashley immediately. However, that would be easier to do in the light than in the dark. I took 3 giant steps towards the door quickly and flipped the light switch on. "Ow Jen, that's bright." Ashley said as she began looking up at me from the floor. After being in the dark and just waking up from sleeping, the light on or ceiling fan looked as bright as midday. It took a moment or two my eyes to adjust to the new brightness before Ashley's body came clearly into view. "Are you OK? Try to stay still and let me check you out. What happened?" The statements shot out of my mouth in rapid succession as I took Ashley's current situation into perspective.

"Oww. That was a hard landing Jennifer. I must have rolled out of bed trying to get comfortable. I am a little sore in a couple of places, but I think I am ok. At least I think nothing is broken. Come take a look." I crossed the room and knelt down to where my friend was laying. Ashley had rolled herself over onto her back since she had landed. The large stuffed pikachu was being used as support giving her something to lean against as she tried to sit up. I began looking Ashley over from top to bottom taking everything in as my eyes checked for signs of injury. There wasn't any blood on the floor of the room and I didn't see any coming through her pajamas as I looked her from top to bottom. Her arms and legs were still bound like I had put her to bed a few hours ago. I decided that removing the ropes could wait and instpected her for any injuries. I felt of the lenght of of each of her arms and legs slowly checking for anywhere that it hurt when I pressed gently against her body. I was also checking to see if any blood was coming out anywhere.

"Well, it looks like you got luck. I don't think you have any broken bones. Does it hurt really badly at any particular spot? Like something is broken or you might have an internal inujury?" Ashley took a moment and tried to move her arms and legs back and forth a little. The ropes weren't helping her efforts any, but it didn't cross my mind to remove them. "No, the fall knocked the wind out of me, but I think I am alright." I nodded and looked over at her. "Do you want me to help you over to the couch?" I asked looking down at her. "Sure Jen, I think I can make it." Ashely took hold of my arm with her bound hands and I helped her stand up and reach her feet. Once she was standing on her bound legs, she made two short hops over to the sofa using me to support her. Then, she seated herself on the end of the couch. I took a moment and looked her over. "You look alright to me, just sit there for a few minutes until we're sure." Ashley nodded as I stepped back.

I turned around and looked at the clock that was sitting over top of Ashley's desk. It read about a quarter to 3 in the morning. I turned my attention back to Ashley who was sitting on the end of the sofa. Her face was calm and she had composed herself. Her feet were tucked back to the edge of the couch and her bound hands were resting gently on her lap. There was a smile on her face. I was about to ask her how she was doing again, when the conversation was cut short by a knock at the door. I looked over at Ashley and then back at the door. The smile on her face turned to a look of fear. Not at being injured, but at getting caught being tied up on the sofa at the moment. "Stay put, I'll go and get the door." I whispered. Ashley was already scooting her way down towards the far end of the sofa. She nodded as I turned and made my way to the entrance of our room.

I turned the lock in the back of the knob to release the door. Then I turned the handle and opened it just enough that I could get my head through and see what was going on. My goal was to keep Ashley out of view if I could. While my two roommates were tolerant of my hobbies, I wasn't sure how the rest of the floor would react. I really didn't want to explain this to anyone if I didn't have to. Our Resident Assistant was standing at the door when I opened it. "Hey Jen, sorry to bother you at this early hour. One of the girls next door heard the loud crash a few minutes ago and came to get me. She wanted me to check on you and make sure everything was alright. It is after quiet hours after all." She finished the explanation of her visit and stepped back awaiting a response from me.

I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the room closing the door behind me. I didn't want to risk her stepping in and finding Ashley tied up on the sofa. Especially after what just happened. I was trying to come up with a plausible explanation for the events, and I settled quickly on the truth. With a key fact omitted from the story. "Sorry about that, it wasn't our intention to wake anyone up at this late hour. Ashley fell out of bed a few minutes ago. That was what caused the large thud. She just rolled over a few inches too far to the left side." The Resident Assistant nodded. I could see from her eyes that the explanation was more than acceptable. She most likely had seen this happen before.

The RA nodded and finally responded. "Sorry to hear that. Is she ok? She isn't hurt is she?" I just shook my head. "No, the fall knocked the wind out of her, but for the most part she is ok. I took a look over her, nothing looks broken and she isn't bleeding. I will keep an eye on her for a little while longer and then we will probably go back to bed." The Resident Assistant nodded. "Alright then, I was just concerned about what happened. I am glad she is alright. Maybe she shouldn't sleep in the top bunk if she is going to fall out of bed, it could happen again." I nodded. "I don't think it's going to happen again, but if it does I will see about switching beds with her. "

"Ok, Jen if everything is fine, then I will head back to bed. If you need any help or if Ashley needs a ride to the ER don't be afraid to wake me up. However, if you don't need me I am going to head back to bed and sleep." I just nodded again and thanked the Resident Assistant for checking in on us. I watched as she trodded down the hallway back towards her door. I waited until she entered her room before I opened the door to my own dorm room and headed back inside. I entered and closed and locked the door behind me. Then, I turned around and returned to where Ashley was seated on the sofa. I could see a look of relief on her face that I was returning alone without the Resident Assistant.

I stopped about half way back towards the sofa and looked down at the huge yellow stuffed pikachu on the floor and began looking at Ashley. My mind replayed through the events leading up to her falling asleep and I remembered the position she was sleeping in. The big stuffed animal had been hugged close to her under the covers under her bound arms. She was resting on her left side facing the side of the bed she had fallen out of when I had pulled the covers over her. I was beginning to piece together what likely happened. Ashley must have tried to roll over on her stomach and run out of bed. When she fell her hands instinctively came up to protect her face as she went face first towards the floor. The stuffed animal must have fallen under her and broken her fall. Well, at least it got between her chest and the floor. It probably saved her life.

I leaned down and picked up the silly thing off the floor. For taking the full force of the fall, it was in perfect shape. It hadn't torn open or anything like that. I just chuckled quietly as I made my way towards Ashley. I crossed the room and picked up my chair and turned it so that I could face her. Then, I seated myself. Ashley just watched me with a look of relief and a quiet smile that had made her way onto her face. She was piecing the events together as well as I had. "You know Ash, this silly thing probably saved your life tonight." Ashley looked over at the stuffed animal sitting next to her on the couch and just laughed.

"Yeah Jen, you are probably right. Good job pikachu." She stated turning her eyes as she addressed the stuffed animal before returning her gaze to me. "I still cannot believe that I fell out of bed Jen. It's a little embarrassing, I didn't realize sleeping tied up was so dangerous. Maybe I shouldn't have attempted it." I couldn't help but laugh, there was a mix of sarcasm and sincerity in her tone of voice. "Are you sure that you are ok?" I asked one final time before dropping the subject and accepting the current state of affairs in the room. Ashley nodded. "I have a small bump on my head." She indicated pointing towards it with her bound hands. "But other than that and being a little sore I will live, you can quit worrying."

I gave her another laugh and we both shared one. I was just glad that she was alright. The laughter lightened the mood as we made a joke of the situation. I let the attitude roll forward before bringing up the next part of the subject. "Well Ashley, how was it?" Ashley looked at me a little confused at the question. Maybe she thought that I was referring to falling out of bed. "I mean your first time sleeping tied up." She took a moment and composed herself before responding to my question.

"Well, I suppose other than the hard landing, it went pretty well. I mean, after I took a few minutes to get comfortable in the right position I fell asleep pretty easily. I didn't wake up until I was on my way to the floor. I guess I shouldn't rolled over." Ashley said with another smile as she looked at me trying to read a reaction. I didn't take long to respond. "Good, I am glad that you are taking this so well even with everything that happened. Do you think that you might want to try this again sometime?" Ashley looked at me a nodded quickly. "Yeah, I suppose it would be fun to try this again, but maybe you will have to find a way to tie me to the bed so that I can't roll out of it." I got up from the chair and took a step forward towards my captive. I leaned forward and reached down taking hold of the cords holding her hands snugly together.

Ashley didn't offer any resistance as I removed the knot and uncoiled the rope that was binding her hands. About a minute after I got started, her hands were free and I knelt down. I repeated the process on her ankle tie why she rubbed the circulation back into her wrists. "Thanks, Jen. It was a fun idea to try out, but I think I had enough for one night all things considered." I got up from the floor and began rolling the two pieces of rope up into coils, getting them ready to be put away. Once that was complete, I turned and crossed the room making my way towards Stephanie's drawer. Once I arrived, I opened the bottom drawer and deposited the two coils of ropes with the rest of it and closed the drawer. Then, I got up and headed back to where Ashley was sitting on the sofa.

I returned to where I had been sitting in my desk chair and resumed eye contact with my roommate. I had just woken up and I figured I could use a little talking before I went back to sleep. The adrenaline from my first reaction was finally starting subside and I needed to allow it some time to calm down. Ashley was laying back on the couch now with her legs lifted up and resting onto of her stuffed animals head. "Thanks Jennifer, this is a night I won't soon forget. I still cannot believe that I fell out of bed. I bet nothing like that ever happened to you. You must be pretty experienced at sleeping tied up by now?" Ashley commented looking right at me.

I shook my head. "Well, then Ash you would be wrong. I fell out of bed once when I was growing up. It happened to me when I was 12 or so. I became afraid of sleeping in the top bunk of the double beds in the room I shared with my sister. It was the fourth or fifth night that I was in the top bunk. I rolled right over the side guard rail and fell all the way to the floor. Luckily, I didn't get hurt. Still, it knocked the wind out of me and I was scared to sleep in the top bunk of the bed for a while. In fact I spent the next two weeks in a sleeping bag on the floor of my room." Ashley jerked her head up and looked at me.

"Really, Jen I had no idea. What happened? Did your parents separate the beds, or did your little sister just start sleeping in the top bunk?" I shook my head as both questions emerged from her mouth. "No, not really. There wasn't room to separate the beds and my little sister was too small to sleep in the top bunk. I had a good cry over the incident, then I spent the next two weeks sleeping on the floor of my room in a sleeping back or on the sofa in the living room. The whole situation drove my parents crazy. They didn't know what to do about it. So, they let me sleep on the floor for a couple of weeks until my dad came up with a solution."

Ashley looked at me for a minute or two before she responded. "Oh, really. What was this great solution." I took another deep breath. "My dad came up with the solution to the problem. He pulled me aside one day and asked me if I would be willing to sleep in the top bunk again if I knew I was completely safe. I asked him how he could guarantee my safety and then he explained his proposal to me. My dad told me that he got another length of two ended seat belt and that he intended to use it to extend the reach of the seat mount for my car vest." I began to explain. "Car vest?" Ashley cut me off in a loud whisper. It took a moment for me to register that I hadn't gone over the whole car vest harness with Ashley or Stephanie for that matter yet. It was one of the secrets that I had kept to myself.

Well, it was out in the open now. So, I went ahead and told Ashley the short version about how my parents got me the ez-on style car vest and some of the details about it. "Well, anyways my Dad's idea was to attach the seat mount around the length of the bunk bed. Then I could wear the vest to bed. That way I would be strapped to the bed and couldn't fall out." Ashley looked at me and then down at the floor again. "Well, Jen that is quite a story. You really had me going there for a moment. I mean do you really think that I would believe that your parents made you wear a harness in the car. Then they had you wear it to bed to keep you from falling out of bed when you were 12. I know you want me to feel better about this whole unplanned flying lesson, but this story takes the cake." Ashley said before she began to laugh. I could tell from her voice that she didn't believe a word of what I was saying. However, that changed rather quickly.

I stopped talking and went over to my closet. I pulled the door open and opened the bottom drawer on my dresser. After I dug through a few things, I pulled out the car vest that I had worn on the way down from it's hiding place. I turned around and held it up for Ashley to see. "Well, believe it or not it's the truth. The fact of the matter is I still have it and I sometimes still use it in my parents van when I ride in the back seat." Ashley stopped laughing and just stared at the thing. I thought her jaw was going to hit the floor. She really didn't have anything to say to what she was seeing. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Sorry Jen, I shouldn't have called you a liar. I really cannot believe that you would even consider wearing something like that. However, after seeing it I am not sure what to believe about it." Ashley continued her apology for another minute or two.

Since the harness was out in the open on the matter, I decided to go one further with it. I went ahead and unzipped the back of it and began to show Ashley how it went on. I slid into the vest over top of my pajamas and zipped it closed in the back. Then, I slipped the crotch strap into place and buckled it in the front. Once that was done I went over how the seat mount would work on the thing and explained the drings on the vest. I explained how the drings worked and that the clips from the seat mount would secure the passenger to the seat of the vehicle, or in the later case the bed so they couldn't roll out of it. Ashley gave me a warm smile about the whole thing.

"You know Jen, when I first saw that thing come out of the closet I thought you were rather insane to say the least. However, now that I see how it works, I can understand why you put up with it as long as you did. Actually it doesn't look all that uncomfortable." I nodded. "Well, I have a seat mount here, but I don't have the extra strap to go around the bed so that idea is useless anyways. I think you rolled out of bed because you were tied up and trying to get comfortable. I was surprised that you managed to get any sleep at all like that. However, it looks like things went pretty well other than the unexpected landing." Ashley nodded.

"So, how was sleeping tied up for the first time?" Ashley took a moment and thought it over. "Well, it took some getting used to. But, I still had fun with it. I would be willing to try it again." I nodded back with a warm smile of my own. It was the best response that I could hope for. "All right, are you ready to get untied and get some more sleep." Ashley looked over at me. "I was hoping to make it through the whole night. However, given the circumstances, I guess you are probably right and it's time for me to get untied. Go ahead." With that, Ashley brought her feet up to her bound hands and began working the knot I had tied on them loose. I worked my way around her and untied the knots and loops holding her hands together. After two minutes or so the ropes were neatly coiled again and back in Steph's dresser.

Ashley thanked me again for everything rotating around the experience as a whole and climbed up into the top bunk again. She took a few minutes to find a stable position to lie in before she closed her eyes and climbed under the covers. I took another 5 minutes or so to reset the alarm for the next morning and to turn the lights off again before coming over to the edge of my own bed. It had been a long night. I looked down at the vest that I still had strapped on around my upper body. The whole thing was bringing back a flood of memories from my child hood. I laid down on my back and just looked up at the top bunk of the bed. It felt strange to lie there with the harness on. I had not worn it to bed in quite some time. When Sean got his own place I got his room and didn't sleep in the top bunk any more. So, the need for the harness left and my wearing it to bed stopped.

Even though I knew I was on the bottom bunk of the bed and the harness wasn't fixed to anything. It brought a feeling of comfort and being safe to me. I didn't even bother to remove it as I slid my pajama feet beneath the covers and drifted off to sleep. There would be more tugs to come in the future. However, that was the end of the first weekend where Ashley got a taste of being tied up. He reactions had been mixed to say the least, but she came out of the experience with a positive out look on the matter.

This finally concludes this story. I will be writing another one a few weeks from now. I plan on going back to my childhood now that I got Ashley's initiation into being tied up out of the way. Stay tuned there is more to come.

Jennifer.

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 5): Falling into Conclu

Postby Plueschbabycd » Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:16 pm

Hallo Jennifer, very nice part. I like it thought that now not ware harness. Ashly should it or should chance Bed. Had she than spread you on your Bed one time?
I wait for next story. Do you have any new story of Rebecca? I would if she post also hear. :)
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 5): Falling into Conclu

Postby Qarl » Tue Jul 13, 2010 4:12 pm

Jennifer,

Thanks for writing this conclusion. I loved your experience with Ashley and how you two processed it together. Also, aside from the TUGs, this episode brought up a lot of memories for me. I slept on a top bunk as a kid, but never fell out. However I did have fears about it for quite a while until I finally got used to it. Also, one time I fell out of a cot bed when I was in the Philippines one summer. I fell onto a concrete floor and my arm hurt for a day or two. I can remember that disorienting feeling of waking up in the dark, trying to figure out what had happened in my groggy and painful state. It was my first night in a strange bed in a foreign country. I also fell out of a hammock in the middle of the night during a backpacking trip in high school, and remember trying to get my slippery mummy bag back into the unstable hammock in the dark in the woods, and it was really cold outside. Finally, it wasn't a TUG, but I fell out of a treehouse as a kid and knocked the wind out really badly, so I got sympathy pains when I heard about your and Ashley's experiences.

I love your writing and your detailed memories of so many experiences recent and growing up. I'll look for more in the other forums.

-Carl

Re: College A New Chapter (Part 2 to 5): Falling into Conclu

Postby ReaderG » Fri Jul 16, 2010 4:44 pm

I finally got a chance to see this story, since this site is blocked on my library's computers. As always, the story is great, and it resolves a lot of questions raised by the previous series. I give this one 5 stars! And as usual, the cliffhangers were perfectly timed. (Even the one which left off with a thud! :) ). Best Wishes to Jen and others...
Gerry