And now presenting, part 2 of Poles: Not Just For Strippers Anymore!
Believe it or not, I actually went home after that first time. We didn't have a repeat incident until perhaps a month ago. It was our neighborhood movie night, but the movie was Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which both Ryan and I have seen too many times to count. Somehow, we ended up his basement again.
"I'm really bored.." I muttered under my breath as I stared at the legos. Ryan just smirked.
"You could always let me be a supervillain again..." I laughed, and I went to go stand by the pole, because, lets face it, I was kind of excited this time. He taped my wrists behind my back. I assumed that he would move onto my ankles like last time, but it turned out he had actually been planning.
"Get on your knees." Ryan demanded suddenly. I looked at him askance. Some people tell me I have an odd habit in which I tilt my head to the left every time I'm confused or I ask a question. Ryan chose that moment to mock the aforementioned habit.
"Get on your knees." he repeated, smiling. I refused. "No".
"Get on your knees or I'll take off your shirt". I knew he wouldn't really take off my shirt, but I was also aware that he knew the exact location of my ticklish spots, and he would make good on that particular threat, so I got on my knees. He taped them together tightly behind the pole.
As I busied myself trying to figure out the best way to escape, Ryan pulled a bandana out of his pocket that I had noticed him grab previously. I locked my lips firmly shut, but then Ryan wrapped the bandana around with one hand, and proceeded to tickle me with the other. I couldn't help myself and started to laugh, and he took that opportunity to tie the bandana in a tight cleave gag. It was rather frustrating, not being able to yell at him, so naturally, I began swearing at him under my breath. Pretty sure I slipped into Chinese at a few points, or maybe Italian. Fortunately, after ten minutes, I managed to work the gag out, so it just hung around my neck. I hadn't made any headway on the tape though (he used a lot of layers), so I tried to trick Ryan into helping me out. Needless to say, it didn't work. At one point he also got down on his knees to mock me, and at that time, I noticed something interesting.
"Ryan", I commented. "Your pupils are really dilated."
"So?" he responded.
I laughed. "Well, when someone's pupils are dilated, it means they're attracted to whatever they're looking at.. And you've been looking at me the whole time."
Ryan chuckled. "Well, I wouldn't be talking."
"What?" I asked.
"You've been biting your lip before almost every thing you've said to me. Last time I checked, biting your lip means you want to kiss someone."
"Bullshit!" I called. At that point, I didn't want to think about whether that was true or not.
Ryan just smirked, and that was the end of that conversation. After maybe another 20 minutes, I managed to break free of the duct tape. I really wanted to take a turn on him, but by that time, Ferris Bueller was nearly over, and I only had a few minutes to get home before his parents and sister came back from the movie.
Unfortunately, I still haven't gotten my revenge, and probably won't for awhile. A few days ago Ryan informed me that he was possibly about to start dating a girl he knew, and that he figured our "activities" were probably improper when one was in another relationship. So until they break up, there probably won't be any more fun stories...