Ok, so I know that I've written a lot of stories (well, no, not really). But then it came to me that my stories weren't really about games, more about unwilling victims and kidnapping. So I decided that I was going to have a story about two regular girls having TUGs instead of some kidnapping story. Also, I decided that I wanted to make it an ongoing thing like the Heidi Series by whoistheshadownow (Great idea, by the way) because I write such huge stories.
RING! RING! RING!
“I’ll get it, Mom!†I called over the ring of the phone. I had a feeling it would be Willow, seeing as how we had scheduled things. Well, more like how I had scheduled things.
I ran over across the top floor and grabbed the phone, jamming the answer button.
“Hello?†I heard Willow ask.
“It’s me, Haley,†I said.
“Great!†She said. “You can come over now, if it’s ok.â€
“It’s fine.â€
“Good. See you soon.†She hung up.
I hurried downstairs, taking the steps two at a time. I grabbed my blue rain jacket and slipped into my shoes, ready to go outside. I looked out the window. Lots of rain, flooding down the streets, hitting the window pane. Good thing I thought to bring the jacket. But who wouldn’t, in that weather?
“Mom!†I called. “I’m going to Willow’s!â€
“Just bring a jacket!†I heard her reply from upstairs. Already got that covered. Literally.
The rain splattered on my hood of my blue rain jacket as I trudged over to my Willow’s house. If she hadn’t lived two blocks away I wouldn’t have bothered come. It was really poring, and the wind buffeted me like a leaf in a storm. I put my hands in my pockets to warm them.
“Hey, Haley!†My friend Willow greeted, as I walked into her door and took off my jacket. It was cold and wet, so I took off my wet shoes and laid them by the doorway. Not that I normally wore shoes, and neither did Willow.
It felt good to feel warm after such a depressing, cold walk. It wasn’t that long of a walk, but my pants were quite wet and some rain had gotten in my hair.
Me and Willow have been friends for about five years, since we were ten. We were both in eighth grade, and had known each other since third. Willow had constantly come to my house maybe four times a month, but I didn’t get to go to her house that much, so I was excited whenever we did. Willow was my best friend, what they called “inseparableâ€.
I followed her up the stairs, leading up to her room. Her room was a fairly pink room, with walls of pink and a big red rug. She had a clean-ish room with a desk and computer along with a few trophies showing her cross-country prowess.
After messing around on facebook and talking, our conversation wandered to school and things like that. I hate to brag, but I have to say I was slightly smarter than Willow, but we were both in advanced classes. After boring talk, Willow admitted she had to go to the restroom.
Great! Time to do what I had came for.
You see, a few months ago I had inquired about this closet in Willow’s room. It was locked, and I had asked what it was. It went something like this:
“Hey, what’s in here?†I asked, trying to open some closet in her room.
“Oh, stuff,†Willow said, not looking up from the homework that we were supposed to be doing. Well, she was supposed to be doing, as I had already finished long before her.
“You going to tell me?†I asked.
“No.â€
I pouted. “C’mon! You don’t keep secrets from me! You aren’t going to tell me?â€
“Nope.â€
“How is this different from your crush on Ian Covello?â€
Willow blushed. “That’s different. You would have figured that out eventually.â€
I snorted. “Probably, seeing as how your eyes follow him whenever he’s in sight. I bet that you couldn’t live without him. Besides, are you saying that I won’t figure this one out soon?â€
“Probably not,†She replied.
“Is it really that secretive?†I complained.
“Maybe someday I’ll show you.â€
Well, “someday†has come! Every time I came to her house after that I either asked what it was or tried to get in. It was always locked, and Willow would give me nothing but vague answers like “I’ll tell you soon†or “I won’t tell you what’s in there. Not yet at leastâ€. So I was about to find out whether she liked it or not.
I had been thinking about it for a while. Every time I mentioned the closet it seemed to peak my curiosity, like wanting to know something for Christmas. Like there was time that anyone out there has really wanted to know something, but something else prevented them from it. And here that thing was, presenting itself in the form of a closet in my best friend’s house.
Before I came here, I had searched up how to pick a lock. It was cool, knowing how to pick a lock, and honestly, who doesn’t want to?
I started to bend the wire, and tried to pick those, what do you call them, tumblers? They’re these things in the lock that you have to push up with the wire to make the door unlock. What a pain.
How long was Willow gone? A minute? Two? Five? Who knew? I better finish this fast, or I would have to abort the mission. This was so much easier in Howcast.
Wait a second…
Unlocked! Haha, what luck! I didn’t even need to pick this stupid lock!
I opened the door and I saw that it was a coat closet with various different winter coats and jackets. There was large metal box, about two feet high, half a foot tall, and a foot wide, a very flat-looking box. And it had a padlock on it.
C’mon! What was with all the security? First, a locked door, then a locked box. You have got to be kidding me.
But this meant that whatever was inside was even more secretive. Besides, Willow said that she might share her secret with me eventually. What difference was it that I found out on my own? But there was a padlock. You can’t pick padlocks, at least, I had never heard of it.
Well, great. Now what?
“I knew you would be looking there.†Busted. Of course. I knew I wasn’t stealthy, but maybe it was because I had been staring at that box for a little bit over a minute.
“I actually left it unlocked,†Willow continued. “Your curiosity led you here, right?â€
“Um, yeah,†I admitted. “You’re not mad at me?â€
“Not really, seeing how I knew this was coming,†She replied as she walked over to the box. She walked over and reached into the pocket of one of the coats, a big black one on the second left.
“You left it in there?†I asked. “Is that really safe?â€
“Would you have looked there?†Willow challenged.
“No.â€
“Exactly.â€
She proceeded to put the key into the box. I held my breath, feeling the anticipation. After all this time, I would finally be seeing what was in the mysterious box! Willow’s greatest secret, there was no way I would tell anyone. After all, they were secret’s right, you don’t call them secret if they aren’t secret.
Then again, I was making this secret less secret than…. Never mind.
The box opened……..
And in it was a bunch of rope, cloths, handcuffs, and a bunch of zip ties.
I stared at it.
“Your big secret is a bunch of hardware supplies?†I asked skeptically.
Willow blushed. “It’s not that.â€
“Well, I hope the real reason is better than what I can think of right now,†I remarked.
She kept silent.
“Well?†I teased. “You gonna tell me what all this stuff is about? Or are you just going to keep me in the dark?â€
“You’ll think I’m weird.â€
“Willow, everyone’s weird. All the good people anyhow. Even if it is weird, who cares? If I do care, then what kind of friend am I?â€
“What if it turned out to be that I liked to harm people younger than me?â€
I was silent. That was surely not right, but I still couldn’t answer that. I tried to give back a positive answer to that fairly negative question.
“Willow, how could I ever befriend somehow who likes harming people? You’re not like that. I don’t care what it is. Heck, don’t tell me. But if you do, no matter what it is, I’ll be your friend. I’m your best friend, Willow and best friends trust each other. Am I right?â€
Willow gave me a weak smile. “Are you sure about that?â€
“Maybe not in a minute, but as sure as I’m going to be now.â€
“Ok, fine.†She said. She reached her arms up and stretched. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been wanting to tell you for months. But I haven’t gotten the guts until now. It hasn’t helped that my Mom and cousin have been pressuring for me to tell you. But here we are now.â€
“C’mon!†I complained. “Your killing me!â€
“Ok,†Willow said, taking a deep breath. “Here goes. You know how people get tied up all the time? The damsel in distress kind of thing? The way ropes and handcuffs get stuck on someone and they can’t move?â€
“Yeah,†I answered. “So?â€
“I like to tie people up and be tied up,†She said quietly.
I blinked. Whoa. That was weird. But not that weird. Well, it was pretty weird, but not extremely weird. Did feeling that way make me weird?
“So?†Willow asked. “What do you think?â€
“Um……†I said hesitantly. “I’m not sure. Tell me more.â€
“Ok,†She said. “There is a little society of people like me around the world that likes being tied up. We people do it purely for fun, and we find not being able to move and causing other people helpless fun. Get it?â€
“Yeah,†I said. “But how does that feel fun? Isn’t the whole purpose of being tied up is to get out?â€
“That’s half the fun if you ask me,†Willow said. “Getting out is fun, but if you fail, that’s fine. Besides, you would have to do it yourself to know how it feels like.â€
“Isn’t it dangerous?â€
“Well, yes,†Willow admitted. “Nobody does it with me except my cousin, who lives in another town. My mom knows about it, but she won’t watch over me. So I was hoping that you could join me. How does it sound?â€
“Um, it sounds really weird,†I admitted. “The idea is very, very weird.â€
“I know. Please don’t leave and never come back.â€
I gave her a smile. “You know I wouldn’t do that. It may sound strange, but I’m listening. Anything else?â€
“Ok, as I was saying, people like me are actually all over the place. We call it bondage. If you look it up on the internet you’ll be able to see all sorts of stuff. Bondage is essentially the role of a submissive and dominant. The submissive, is the person who gets tied up, and the dominant is the person who does the tying and watches over the person. So, the dominant is as it says “dominant†over the submissive.â€
“So which are you?†I asked.
“I like being the submissive more,†Willow admitted. “But I’ve never really been the dominant that much, so I would like to try.â€
“So, what about your chest?†I asked.
She reached over and slid the metal box across so that it was next to us. She started reaching out for materials.
She got out a cord of rope. “Easily the most known form of tying up. The traditional rope, which works really well if you know the right knots. I know how to tie people up fairly well so they can’t do more than flop around. If you’re interested, I could teach you.â€
“What about the other stuff?†I asked.
“Right,†She said. She got out the handcuffs and zip ties. “Handcuffs are when you want to have fun looking for the keys to get out. Since there really is no getting free of handcuffs without a key, I like them, but I only have one so that really puts a damper into things. Zip ties are a one-time only thing, but they tighten really well.â€
“What about all the other stuff?†I asked, pointing at the cloths, scarfs, and bandannas. There were also one pair each of panties, pantyhose, and ankle socks.
“Those?†She said. “The scarfs are used like ropes if I don’t want any marks. The rest of the stuff is for gagging of course! Well, and blindfolding. But I only do blindfolding if my cousin is here.â€
“Gagging?†I inquired. “Who would here you?â€
“It’s not so much about preventing speech,†Willow explained. “It’s just like the thought about being tied up in the first place. The feeling.â€
“How did you get into bondage?â€
“My cousin. I have no idea how she got into it, but she explained it in a conversation much like this one. She let me tie her up, than I did the same to her, and the rest is history.â€
“So, are we going to start?†I really wasn’t sure about anything at this point, but I didn’t want to disappoint Willow. Besides, if all was like she said, then maybe I would come to like it after all, and that couldn’t be too bad. Or maybe it could. But nothing ventured, nothing gained.
She smiled broadly. “Thank you, Haley! I’m so happy that you actually want to try it! I half thought that you would just back out.â€
Not yet, I thought.
“Ok, can you sit with your legs in front of you, together?†She asked excitedly. I complied. This had better be good.
She got out some rope and went behind me. “Can you put your hands behind your back for me?â€
“Yeah, sure,†I replied. I crossed them behind my back. I felt her moving my hands around, so that they weren’t crossed, but she made it so that the back my palms were touching each other and weren’t crossed.
“Um, is this necessary?†I asked.
“It’ll make it harder.†She replied as she started wrapping the cotton rope around my wrists several times. I could feel the soft rope going around and around, not all that tight, and all of a sudden all tightened so I couldn’t move my wrists. I could feel her tying a bunch of knots.
“Harder for what?†I asked, curious.
“For you to move of course!†She got out another length of rope and started tying my ankles together, above my ankles socks and below my jeans. My feet were soon unable to move. She started tying right above my knees too.
I pulled at the rope, trying to force myself free. No luck. The rope really was strong. I tried to twist my wrist out, but it was too tight and the position of my palms made my fingers useless to pick at the knots.
“I can’t get out,†I realized.
“You probably could,†Willow replied. “With experience like mine, or just more time, you probably could. But at the moment, no, you can’t escape. But try.â€
I pulled at the ropes on my wrists and the ropes dug ferociously back in retaliation. I bit my lip, trying to spread my legs but they were too tightly bound and the rope too strong. I currently on the ground, so I rolled over, struggling to free myself. I pulled on my ankle bindings, but they were too strong. I knew that if I could get my wrists free, then there was no way that I couldn’t get out. But I wasn’t done yet.
So forget trying to break the ropes. That would be impossible. I once again tried to slip through, but there was no give, no slack. I could feel that my wrists were each in a separate loop, like handcuffs. Rope handcuffs.
“This isn’t the kind of tying up they do in the movies,†I guessed.
“Of course not,†Willow agreed. “If we did it like the movies, it would never work. That’s called a cinch noose and wrist coil, a sort of slip knot to tighten your wrists in one loop of rope.â€
“Forgive me if I don’t get it.â€
“It makes more sense if you’re seeing it.â€
“Kind of hard, seeing how my arms are behind me,†I said, not in an annoyed way, more like a joking kind of tone. Despite myself, it didn’t really feel bad to be tied up. I actually enjoyed the challenge of trying to free myself, being helpless. I felt as if, as if I really did need to get out, but at the same time a sort of calm that everything was really just a game.
“You enjoying this?†Willow asked.
I smiled. “You bet.†And I was surprised that I meant it.