Hey Everybody
It took me a while, but I finally have another story ready to post. This one I started back in January and abandoned. While I was racking my brain to come up with another premise for a story, I decided to take it and revamp it. Though I had trouble deciding whether I wanted to write from the perspective of the captor or the captive... So, I decided to experiment and did both. This story is written in four parts, the first two belonging to the captive and the second two to the captor. As far as I know, nobody on this board has tried it before... I'll let you guys decide if it worked!
Couple of things I should mention: Aside from my usual editing errors... In the past I've self edited the language in my stories, I decided not to this time. So be aware that there is some adverse language in this story.
I think that's it, here we go. Hope you like it!
Tonight, I was hers...
By: Dreadnaught3200
I waited for Rachel on one of the couches in my living room while King Crimson was pouring out of the stereo nearby. It was day three of my two weeks of having the house to myself. The rest of my family had gone to Vancouver for the Winter Olympics, but alas I had to stay behind because of a concert I was performing in. Not that I really minded though. Sports had never been my thing, and having the place all to myself for two weeks sounded like fun. Not that I planned on throwing any huge parties… Never really been my thing.
No, what I was really looking forward to was the chance to tie myself up without fear of interruption, for as long as I wanted, anywhere in the house. I’d never liked indulging in my little quirk while my family was around, the fear of discovery and the embarrassment that came with it was just too great.
However, for once, bondage was the furthest thing from my mind. Rachel was coming by, and I had a feeling things might get a bit complicated. My friend Rachel and I had a short but fairly intense history, dating back to my Grade 12 year. I was completely fixated on her for most of that year and well into the next one. While she on the other hand looked up to me like a big brother. You can see the complexity of the situation… Though she had no idea that I liked her. Or at least I didn’t think she knew.
I had the premonition that the evening was going to go late. And that both she and I would probably need a drink by the time it was over. To this end I’d pulled out a bottle of Goldschlager that had been given to my Dad by one of his patients. He hated it, and decided to give it to me. Somehow this seemed to be a wise choice for Rachel who shied away from the sauce at the best of times. I’d invited her over when she told me she wanted to talk about her boyfriend… or more specifically her ex-boyfriend.
At first when I pressed for details on the situation she resisted. Simply saying that she “didn’t want to shareâ€. Later as we talked it over, I guessed to her that it was something awkward that she would only tell to another girl. Her reply was half hearted: “Sorta, though I’m not sure which one reallyâ€. After some considering she asked to see me face to face so we could talk about it.
I was halfway though the Power to Believe album when she finally pulled up into my driveway. I roused myself from the couch, turned off the stereo and headed to the back door to greet her. I didn’t think hard core Prog Rock would really be her thing.
“Hello!†I said happily.
“Hey.†She said in a very exhausted tone of voice.
I gave her a hug and brought her inside. She was a little surprised and little hesitant to see the bottle of schnapps I’d put on the table. I simply didn’t acknowledge it and sat down. She did likewise.
After trying to make pleasantries for a few minutes, I finally decided to cut to the chase.
“Ok, so by the look on your face, I’m guessing you want to cut the crap huh?†I said.
“Yeah kinda…†She replied.
“I can’t recall ever seeing you so shaken up about anything.â€
“Shaken up?â€
“Ok well maybe that’s the wrong way to put it. Angry… depressed… Either of these sound better?
“Both actually.â€
“Ok… What happened?†I demanded finally.
She launched into a tirade over the end of the relationship. Telling it like the story of a bad movie. Though it became quickly apparent that she was carefully avoiding the issue she said wanted to talk to me about.
A few minutes in, I wordlessly opened the bottle and poured a couple of glasses. She wasn’t really hesitant anymore and we both shot them strait. I’d hoped it would loosen her up a bit, but it didn’t really work.
Once she reached the end of the story, she faked panting, and I laughed.
“I see.†I said finally. “Though you didn’t mention that issue you didn’t want to tell me about.â€
“No.â€
“Well?â€
“Do you mind if we talk about that later, after I’ve calmed down a bit?â€
“Alright, of course.â€
I was a little worried, Rachel wasn’t acting like herself at all.
“Oh!†She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up momentarily. “Before I forget…â€
“Forget what?†I asked.
“Do you mind if I take a look at your handcuffs?â€
“Ok… sure. I can put you in them if you want.â€
“Nah, not today.â€
I was a little surprised, a few weeks before I’d mentioned I had them and she said she wanted to have a look at them. Though I didn’t think she would’ve remembered today.
I got up from the table and ran upstairs to collect them. By the time I came back down she had turned on the TV and was watching he alpine skiing event. This also struck me as a little strange, I’d never known her to really be in to sports. But the again, these were the Olympics.
I set the steel cuffs and their two keys down on the table and started pouring myself another goldschlagger. She came over and picked them up. It seemed she was enjoying the buzz of holding a pair of real steel handcuffs in her hand. She started playing with them, locking and unlocking them and pushing the rings around.
“I’m so glad I bought those.†I commented.
“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.â€
I turned my attention to the skiing on the TV as a Canadian started barreling down the run. I compared her time against the displayed speeds of her competitors carefully. It’s amazing how the Olympics can make even non-sporty people interested. In fact I was so enraptured that I didn’t notice as Rachel disappeared from my field of vision. Nor did I care to think that leaving my hands draping on either side of the chair I was sitting on was a bad idea. One, which I would soon have cause to regret.
Just as the Canadian skier reached the bottom of the run, I felt the steel click of a handcuff snap onto my right wrist. I was in such shock that I did nothing to avoid the lightning fast hands that pulled my wrists through the chair back and clicked the left one into the other cuff. Just like that, I’d been immobilized.
“What? What? What?!†I half yelled.
Rachel walked back in front of me and smiled mischievously.
“Its pretty obvious isn’t it? I handcuffed you.†She said, half giggling.
“Yeah I figured as much, but why?â€
“Because it’s fun.â€
I thought about it for a minute.
“This was your plan on along wasn’t it?†I asked.
“Oh c’mon, don’t act like you don’t like it!â€
“Well maybe so, but still…â€
“Ahhh quit your whining. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.â€
And with that, she grabbed the handcuff keys and walked out of the room towards the back hallway. I was still in a state of shock. It wasn’t like Rachel to seize the initiative like this. Much less be so sneaky about it.
About a minute later she returned with a bag slung over her shoulder. I couldn’t see what was in the bag, and something told me that was quite purposeful. Though to my surprise she walked right past me to the basement door and went downstairs.
I could hear her walking around down there and getting her bearings. After a couple of minutes she came back up, without the bag.
“Ok. Were going downstairs.†She announced.
Swiftly she walked over to my chair, and as quickly as she’d done earlier she uncuffed my left hand and pushed it through the back and re-cuffed it on the other side. Freeing me from the chair.
Silently I obeyed and walked towards the basement, though my mind was abuzz with worry. This wasn’t like her at all. She was becoming more controlled and aggressive by the second, and it obviously had something to do with her last boyfriend. But I couldn’t figure out what.
“Wait, stop.†I said as I turned to her on the stairs.
She said nothing.
“What’s going on Rachel? This isn’t like you at all. Stop and think about this for a second.â€
“Oh shut up Jake, before I tape your mouth shut.â€
With that she physically pushed me forward. At the base of the stairs we took a left. Moving past the little table there we rounded one more corner towards my bowflex. (It’s a bowflex extreme, the kind that sits upright.) Nearby she’d laid out tape and massive amounts of nylon rope. Her intentions became all too clear.
She put her hand on my shoulder and ushered me towards the expansive steel contraption. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of both excitement and fear as she did. I knew that if I had really wanted to, I probably could have resisted her and turned the tables somehow, but I didn’t really want to. And at the same time, I wanted to get to the bottom of why she was acting so strangely. It seemed that if I went along with her she would probably tell me.
I sat down on the small bench seat and didn’t resist as she uncuffed my left wrist once more and re-locked it behind the sturdy metal bar that ran from the base of the machine to the horizontal bar above my head. At this point, for better or worse, I was committed.
“Alrighty then.†She said, rubbing her hands together playfully.
She walked towards her bag of tricks and left my line of sight. I strained my neck to see what she was doing, but it was no use. I turned and faced the wall in front of me.
“First things first.†I heard through my left ear.
She gruffly pulled a wide piece of black cloth around my eyes, and just like that I lost any idea of what was coming. And with it, any hope of resisting her in any way.
I heard her walk away towards her supplies, not long after she returned and I heard her walk around me. She took hold of my right ankle and tied a loop of rope around it. She sent it around four or five times before she knotted it off. Next she pulled it over to the far right side of the base of the machine and (considering I heard the rope scratch against metal) started looping it around the bar that runs slightly above metal base on either side.
When I heard her stand up and move away I tried pulling my foot away. It didn’t budge. A few seconds later she grabbed my left ankle and repeated the process, I didn’t realize just how uncomfortably far apart this would pull my legs, it only added to the vulnerability of my situation.
As Rachel worked, I silently considered my predicament. Despite her somewhat angry and unpredictable state, I knew that fundamentally Rachel was a sweet person who could never hurt a fly. I reminded myself that, even though I was totally under her control, it was against her nature to hurt me in any way. Though it was still hard to shut out the thought that a mad woman was binding me.
A few seconds later, she pulled a rope around my waist and began wrapping it up my stomach. She got around four revolutions before she tied it off at the front. I thought at this point that she would call it a day. But to my surprise I soon felt another rope being tied around my upper torso. After doing one complete revolution, she tied one end off at the back, and pulled the other end down my chest diagonally. She put her finger on my abdomen to hold the horizontal length in place while she pulled the rope horizontally around my chest and the bar, and then threaded it across the diagonal rope, and went diagonally down the other way. Once again she used her finger to hold the diagonal length in place while she sent the end of the rope around the bar, two more revolutions and she knotted it off at the front as well. In this way she had immobilized my entire torso.
As she was tying she commented.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you this quiet before.â€
“Yeah, well... I don’t think you’ve ever tied me up before.â€
“Well, there has to be a first time for everything doesn’t there?â€
“Yeah, I guess so.â€
Though as someone wise once pointed out, sometimes it’s better not to have a first time.
When she was finished, it seemed she stood back to admire her handiwork. Perhaps to speculate on what else she could do to subdue me. Not that she needed to do any more, I wasn’t going anywhere.
I was somewhat excited by the fact that I didn’t know what was coming. While I had tied myself up many times, it paled in comparison to the real thing. When you’re tying yourself up, you are still under your own control. Surrendering that control to someone else is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. It’s in direct violation of every survival instinct human beings have developed.
Not long after she’d finished, I felt her hand on the top of my head as she pushed it down. I guessed what was coming next. The sound of duct tape ripping from the role was followed by the sensation of the sticky tape being stuck to my lips. She took the roll and wrapped it around my head again and again. After what felt like eight or nine times, she ripped the tape from the roll and stuck the loose end down.
I had never been so helpless in my life. There before a girl who, two years previous, I would have given anything to have, was in complete control of me, and had taken away my power to move, see, or speak. It was exhilarating and terrifying. She could do anything to me, and I would have no way to oppose her, nor would my family or anyone else be coming home to interrupt her.
“Coming home?†I thought, suddenly hope surged to mind.
She would still have to go home before too late, and I was sure she wasn’t planning on leaving me there to die of dehydration. I took some bitter comfort in that. Though that could be many hours away.
“Oh, I should probably mention that my parents think I’m staying at Cassia’s tonight. So I won’t have to be leaving any time soon.â€
“Shit†Was my initial reaction.
Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the weight of her smirk through the darkness of the blindfold. I just knew that she was savoring this, but I still didn’t know the reason.
“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a little while.â€
I heard her footsteps on the carpet walk away, up the creaking stairs and heard the basement door shut.
I started pulling against my bonds with every ounce of strength I could muster. Though considering most of my body was practically welded the bowflex, it really didn’t look like it. Though my feet swung freely on their short tether and my arms could extended back a little ways. It was the handcuffs more than anything else that sealed my hopelessness. They were hard steel. If she had tied my hands with rope I might have been able to reach the knot and release my hands. But the handcuffs were designed for the sole purpose of tying hands together and not letting go.
Once I’d had my fill of struggling, I lay my head back and tried to sleep. Given that I physically couldn’t open my eyes, the visions in my head took free reign and I started to fall in and out of sleep.
Its strange, but when you lose your sense of sight, you inevitably lose sense of if your sleeping or not, and when that happens you lose all sense of time. I had no idea how long Rachel left me down there. Though I found out later it was around an hour.
I was awoken (I guess) by the opening of the basement door once again. Drowsily I awaited her arrival, hoping that she’d at least talk to me, or maybe even release me.
“Ok, so I’ve thought about it for a while.†She announced.
“Hmmmmmmph†I replied.
“Do you want to know why I broke with Troy? I mean, why I really broke up with Troy?â€
I nodded. Finally we were getting somewhere.
I heard her walk away and grab a chair from the nearby table.
“So.†She began. “Troy was a really nice guy, he was kind of like you in a lot of ways, he took very good care of me. And I was serious that a big reason why I broke up with him was because he wasn’t a Christian and I couldn’t share so much of myself with someone who didn’t share my worldview. But as you guessed, there was more to it than that. The reason that I was able to tie you up so well tonight, was because I watched Troy tie me up numerous times. Which I didn’t mind. There’s something really cool about being at the mercy of a person you think you love. But as we went on, and I started asking if I could tie him up, he always said no. Finally one time as I was tied to chair, he took the scarf out of my mouth and kissed me. When he pulled away, I asked him why he liked tying me up. He said didn’t know, he just did. When I told him it was about control, he just said “I guess soâ€. Then I asked him why he would never let me tie him up. He said he wouldn’t be comfortable with it. Well why not? Was he comfortable with me? Yes. Then he said something I’ll never forget. Because well, I’m the guy, it’s my job to take care of you and give you everything you need. Wait, I said, so you think I need you? And he said yes. I was so angry. I made him untie me and I walked out of the house. I’d heard from some other people that he had no respect for me, but I didn’t believe them. Now I knew, he thought I was weak and stupid. Like most people do. But I’m not weak, I know I’m not. (I nodded my head in agreement) Just to prove it to myself, I’ve tied up the strongest person I know. You’ve always taken care of me, but now it’s me who has to take care of you. And for once you can’t do anything without me. Not the other way around.â€
Suddenly I understood my role in all this.
I nodded my head slowly, trying to demonstrate wordlessly that I understood and agreed with what she just said. Though it was unclear just how much of an impression I was making.
“Does that make any sense to you?†She asked.
I kept nodding.
“Good. I wasn’t sure if you’d understand or not. Though there is one problem: Troy still talks to me all the time, and always begs me to take him back. I mean, sometimes I feel like such a bitch ignoring him like that.â€
I waved “no†aggressively.
“Do you want to talk about it?â€
Yes!
“Alright.â€
I heard her get up and walk towards me. She pulled of the blindfold first, I had to blink and squint as my watery eyes re-adjusted to the light. Meanwhile she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut the ring of duct tape around my mouth. All at once she pulled the tape off my skin… needless to say, it hurt.
I took a few deep breaths.
“Thank you.†I said.
“Don’t mention it.â€
Thinking over my words for a second, I said:
“Ok, all I have to say on the subject is this. Rachel, you are many things… But bitch is definitely not one of them. Just by virtue of the fact that Troy’s pleading makes you feel like a bitch, means your not. You’ve got to be one of the sweetest and most sincere people I know. And I know many.â€
“Yeah, but Troy makes me feel like a bitch, cause he really is such a nice guy. And I think he still loves me.â€
“What Troy is doing is realizing what he’s lost, and is desperate to get it back.â€
“What has he lost?â€
“A girl, who’s beautiful, and smart, and loving. The problem is, he’s thinking of what he can get out of you and not what you can get out of him.â€
“What do you mean?â€
“Well he didn’t respect you. He felt that he had to take care of you like an owner takes care of their pet. A relationship is a partnership, and you are a free thinking individual. He wasn’t thinking about your advancement, and how could you spend any amount of yourself with someone who treats you that way?â€
She thought about it for a minute.
“That makes sense.â€
“I’m glad.â€
“How do you understand people so well?â€
“I’m don’t Most people are just not complicated.â€
She stared for a minute, then stood up and gave me a hug. Which was a bit weird considering I was tied to a boxflex at the time. But oh well, I can think of worse things.
“I’m sorry, I tied you up without asking by the way.â€
“Oh that’s alright. I was just kind of shocked at your audacity.â€
“Yeah, you were right, it’s not like me at all.â€
“No, oh well. I’m glad I could help.â€
I smiled, expecting that she was going to grab the handcuff keys and release me. But she made no such moves.
“What, you don’t think I’m going to untie you, do ya?â€
“Uhm, I sorta thought you would.â€
“Oh no, I’m still going to have some fun with you.â€
Now, I was worried.
“Like what?â€
“Well, I happened to bring a DVD that I thought we could watch together…â€
“Which is?â€
“Twilight.â€
I HATE twilight.
“You are cruel! You are a very cruel person!â€
She just smirked.
“I do have to go to the washroom though.†I told her.
“Alright.â€
She walked over to me and began the arduous process of releasing me from my bindings. What she didn’t know was I had a trick up my sleeve.
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