A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Sunnybee35 » Sat Jul 01, 2017 12:02 am

Chapter One: Right Place, Right Time

I sigh with relief when I hear the seventh period bell ring. One more class, and I'm free for the weekend.

I stretch, and grab my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder. The hallways outside the classroom are crowded, and I feel accomplished when I finally make it to my locker.

My best friend Michelle is waiting for me. We managed to get lockers next to each other this year, so we're able to fit in about a half a conversation in the five minute break between classes.

“So I told her that she needed to chill out!” Michelle exclaims, finishing the punchline of a story. It’s way less funny with an entire class in between the start and the end, but I still give her a small smile, and she beams.

People say opposites attract, and that's definitely true for Michelle and me. I'm a bit of a band geek, and my normal attire is hoodie, t shirt, ripped jeans, and scuffed boots, which happens to be what I'm wearing today. Michelle, on the other hand, is a total popular girl, from her cherry lip gloss right down to her rhinestone studded flats. Today she's also wearing a silver cardigan over a white tank top, and her skinny jeans are dyed a light shade of pink, which I fight the urge to roll my eyes at. We're pretty much polar opposites in every way (even the little things- she's got curly, fluffy black hair and mahogany skin, while I've been cursed with my mother’s ridiculously light skin and thin blonde hair, which I've recently dyed purple and blue), but we agree on the important things, which is what has kept us together all these years, up to junior year.

“So, Jenny, are you coming?”

I blink. “What now?”

She rolls her eyes. “The Halloween party!”

My face is blank, and she sighs. “Look, every year Cameron’s parents let him use their boat house, and he always uses it to throw a huge Halloween party. And this year, I'm finally allowed to go!”

“Wow, really?” I say, mock surprise in my voice. “They actually let you do something by yourself for once?”

Michelle nods, apparently immune to my sarcasm. “Yeah, they've been a lot better lately. You know, they're actually gone this weekend-*

I tune her out as I open my locker, and almost don't notice as a slip of paper flutters out. I quickly pick it up from the floor and read it.

“Jennifer,” it says. “Please meet me in the school parking lot at five o'clock. I've got to tell you something. Signed, a friend.”

I raise my eyebrows, but before I can ponder the note, the warning bell rings, signaling one minute until class. Michelle gives me a quick wave, and I hurry off to eighth period, sticking the note in the pocket of my hoodie.

-~-

At 4:56 it the afternoon, I find myself out in the school parking lot. I didn't think I would show, but Michelle said I should, saying that if I don't go then I'll never know who sent the note, and that'd I'd die never knowing. I laughed at her reasoning, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it was true.

So now I'm standing outside the school, two hours after I'm supposed to be home. I know my parents won't be back from work for another hour, so I'm not worried about them, but I am worried about my mystery person.

What does that mean, a friend? Maybe it's really a secret admirer, but I doubt it. Either way, I anxiously check my watch every few minutes.

Five o'clock comes and goes, and at 5:07 I look down at the note again. This is the right place, and the right time, so what's wrong?

As I'm looking down at the note, a hand grabs my shoulder, and a cloth is pushed over my mouth and nose. I make a surprised noise and push back, but my attacker is much stronger than I am, and I feel myself getting drowsy. I recognize the substance on the cloth- chloroform- and it's a matter of seconds before my eyes close, and I'm out cold.

-~-

I wake up with my head pounding. I'm sitting in a chair, but when I try to stand up, I find that my hands are tied behind me and to the rungs of the chair. My ankles are similarly tied, and I stomp against the floor a few times to try to get them free.

When I can't get free, I feel my heart racing, and I quickly try to think of anything to help.

My mind digs up an old safety video I watched in seventh grade, and I remember the first step- survey your location.

Taking a breath to steady my nerves, I take in the room around my chair. The light is off, so it's hard to make out any details, but I feel my blood run cold as I recognize where I am.

I'm tied up in Michelle's bedroom.

I panic. Why am I here? What happened to Michelle? Fearing the worst, I pull against my wrist ropes with new resolve, but succeed only in twisting my hand and being unable to twist it back, leaving my arm bent uncomfortably.

I hear a creak, and the door slowly opens, and I stiffen, bracing myself for whoever may be there.
When it finally opens, a figure steps inside the bedroom, and switches on the light. I blink, and my eyes adjust, so I can make out Michelle herself standing in the doorway. When she sees me, her face lights up.

“You're awake!” She exclaims, standing in front of me. “I thought you'd be out for another hour or so.”

I feel relief course through my veins, but it's quickly replaced by anger and indignation.

“What the heck is going on?” I ask, pulling against the ropes around my wrists.

Michelle beams. “Do you like it? I planned all of this myself!”

“You- what? What is 'this’?” I frown at her, but she giggles.

“Kidnapping you!” She says merrily, in the same tone of voice one might say “I got ice cream!”. I stare at her incredulously.

“Don't worry!” She says, putting her hands on her hips. “I’ve got it all figured out. First, I'm sorry for knocking you out, but I wanted to make sure I would be able to tie you up, and I wasn't sure if you'd let me. Are you comfortable?” I don't answer, and she goes on. “I'm going to take that as a yes, and also a consent to tie you up more.” She waits for me to protest, but I don't. At this point, I'm just impressed with Michelle's dedication to her task, so I decide right now to let this all play out however Michelle wants it to.

Michelle seems surprised by my silence, but goes on. “Anyway, I told you my parents are out of town all weekend.” She starts. “And I called your mom to let her know that I'm throwing you a surprise sleepover. That means that we've got…” she thinks for a second. “53 hours until I've got to let you go.”

She must see the panic on my face, because she quickly backtracks. “You won't be tied up the whole time, I promise! Just most of the time.” She grins, and opens a drawer on her nightstand. “Speaking of which…” she pulls a coil of rope from the drawer, and smiles eagerly.

I give her an annoyed look, and she giggles a little.

“Oh, Jenny, lighten up!” She says. “You need to learn to have fun.”

“I can have fun!” I protest, as she starts untying my ankles. Michelle rolls her eyes.

“Not like this, you can't.” After freeing my ankles, she quickly pushes one against one leg of the chair, and wraps a rope around it several times, eventually tying it off. She does the same with my other ankle, and the end result is that my legs are slightly separated and unable to move.

I expect her to make some sort of comment, but she's already moved on to her next task, which is untying the rope that secures my wrists to the back of the chair. Once that's accomplished and she's checked that my wrist ropes are still secure, she pulls my elbows together. I make a pained squeak.

“You're so flexible!” Michelle exclaims, as she touches my elbows together. I breathe in sharply, and she wraps a rope around my elbows a few times, then cinches and ties it off.

Moving around to my front, Michelle leans in again and tugs on the zipper of my hoodie, pulling it down until it's unzipped, revealing my striped t shirt underneath. She takes another rope (she must have been preparing for this for a while) and wraps it above and below my breasts.

“Is this really necessary?” I ask, as she rummages again in her drawer.

“Of course!” She says, extracting a short length of rope. “Making your boobs stick out is a vital part of the bondage process.”

She takes a pair of scissors from her desk and cuts the rope into three short segments, and uses them to tie the ropes around my chest together in three spots: to the left of, the right of, and in the middle of my breasts. When she pulls the last rope tight, they stick out, and I feel my face flush.

Michelle stands back and admires her handiwork. “How do you feel?”

I tug against my bonds experimentally, and am surprised to find that they're incredible comfortable, even though I'm not able to move very much. “...Okay, actually.”

“Why do you sound surprised?” she tries to sound indignant, but I see an expression of relief spread across her face. “I'm excellent at tying people up!”

“How much practice have you had?” I grumble, and she rolls her eyes.

“That reminds me.” She rummages in her drawer and pulls out two socks, then stuffs one inside the other. “Open up!”

My nose wrinkles. Is she going to put that in my mouth? She notices my hesitation, and sighs.

“Look, Jenny.” She says, stepping closer. “One way or another, this is going in your mouth. So we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.” When I still refuse to speak, she shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

She tilts my chin up, and pinches my nose shut, blocking my air. I resist and keep my mouth closed as long as possible, but Michelle watches me closely. As soon as I open my mouth a little, she's shoved the socks in. They take up most of my mouth, and Michelle spends a minute shoving them in, until my lips surround the socks, making my cheeks puff out slightly.

She pulls a roll of tape from her drawer (I begin dreading every time she goes to grab something from it), and wraps it around my mouth a good ten times, until the entire lower half of my face is encased in shiny black tape. I quickly thank the heavens that I decided to wear my hair in a bun today, because otherwise the tape would have pulled out half my hair.

I try to yell at Michelle, but all that gets through the gag is a muffled grunt. Michelle laughs.

“Are you trying to say something?” She asks, kneeling down until she's eye level with me. “I can't hear you, I think you've got something in your mouth.”

I glare at her, but she's unfazed. “Hey, I've changed my mind. If you want me to untie you, tell me now.”

I plead into the gag, but she shakes her head.

“Okay.” She stands up. “You must really like this, huh? Since you don't want me to untie you and everything.” She pulls out a bandana, and walks around behind me, tying it tightly in front of my eyes.

There's silence for a moment as I get used to the feeling of having no sight, but it's quickly interrupted when I feel Michelle pinch my nose shut again.

I make a panicked noise, and try to pull my head back. Michelle must realize this, because she grips the side of my face, immobilizing it, before finally letting go.

I breathe in, feeling the air fill my lungs, and as I do, I'm surprised to find myself actually looking forward to whatever Michelle's going to do next.

Unfortunately, this appears to be leaving me alone.

“I'll be back in half an hour or so!” She says. “My show is on soon, and I don't want to miss it!”

The bedroom door slams, and I'm left alone with my thoughts. I shift against my bonds again, and this time, when I'm not as panicked, I notice how nice they feel. Especially the ones around my breasts. I puff my chest out a few times, enjoying the way the ropes tighten, then quickly feel my face getting red as I realize what I'm doing.

I shake my head, and return to my thoughts. Michelle is my best friend, and if I have to be tied up by someone, I'd prefer it to be her. We've been friends forever, and I trust her completely. Besides, she's got great eyes…

My cheeks flush again, and I try to wipe the image of Michelle from my vision. I sit back, and resign myself to a moment of quiet. I flex against my bonds every once in awhile, but for the most part, I sit in the chair, enjoying the feeling of being tied up.

To be continued...

(Author's note: I know this first chapter isn't very exciting, but since I want this to be kind of long, I wanted to get character things out of the way. This is my first story on here, so I hope you enjoy!)

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby xtc » Sat Jul 01, 2017 2:27 am

Welcome aboard.

You have nothing to apologise for. Please continue when ready.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:18 am

Hallo yes do like it and xtc say "You have nothing to apologise for." We all had our first story at point.
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Sealherlips » Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:11 pm

I can't wait for more. Love the breathplay.

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Mr Underheel » Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:03 pm

This is excellent! Very exciting! I'm on the edge of my seat and can't wait for more!

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby solarbeast34 » Mon Jul 03, 2017 1:32 pm

This is a great story. I cannot wait for more.

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby gaggednbarefoot » Mon Jul 03, 2017 2:03 pm

Don't apologise, it's a great start.
Tie me up, take my shoes and socks and tickle my feet.

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Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Foryourpleasure13 » Wed Jul 05, 2017 6:53 pm

Can't wait for more!

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Brashiel » Wed Jul 05, 2017 8:13 pm

This is off to a really strong start. Eagerly awaiting the next chapter.

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby CMacleanSK » Thu Aug 10, 2017 5:11 pm

Excellent work. Keep it up
I'm always looking for people to talk to and interact with. Just be warned that if you're gonna tie me up, you better gag me. MMMMPH!!

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Beetle Bailey13 » Sun Aug 13, 2017 6:56 pm

Good start to your story. And can't wait for next part!!

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby bandit666 » Sun Aug 13, 2017 8:54 pm

Enjoying this please keep going and I didn't think there was a need to appologise for what you have writen so far.......

Re: A Weekend In Ropes

Postby Tiedracer » Tue Aug 15, 2017 1:58 am

Love the start. Keep up the great work