((This is a retelling of a story I had on here before they switched websites, which unfortunately is gone forever now since I had no backup. This story is based off the old one, but changed pretty drastically.))
When Allison showed up at my house on Saturday morning and told me she had a “surprise†for me, the last thing I expected to happen was to be blindfolded, driven to her house, and then sat in a chair to get my hands handcuffed behind me. But that is what happened. Exactly.
Allison had been my girlfriend for almost 3 years and had never once done anything so… wild. So when I heard her clicking the handcuffs on my wrists behind my back, I wasn’t really sure what to think. She could be a little goofy at times, but not like that.
“So… this is different.†I said kind of nervously. I pulled a little at the cuffs. They gave no slack. The blindfold she had put on me had kept me in the dark for nearly an hour and I was itching to get it off. “Allie, get this stupid blindfold off me already.†I told her.
I felt her fingers grab it from my forehead and then she yanked it off, the knot in the back giving some resistance on the back of my head before giving in.
“Ow! OK, come on what’s going on? This better be an AMAZING surprise because I am not enjoying this.†I said, adjusting my eyes to the light.
I was in the middle of her room, in the chair of course, facing her door, which was closed. She stood in front of it with her hands on her hips. She was wearing flip-flops at my house, but had since slid them off and was standing in her bare feet. She wore a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt - standard lazy Saturday attire. Not special occasion attire.
“So I guess we’re not going to a fancy restaurant, huh?†I joked and shifted a little in my chair.
“You cheated on me.†She said. It wasn’t a question.
“What!?†I barked, looking up at her eyes which were ice-cold-blue at the moment. Her dirty blonde hair hung to just below her chin on either side of her face, framing the most dead-serious look I’d ever seen on her. “What are you talking about?â€
“3 years! 3 years!? And you just… CHEAT!?†She yelled. “We’ve been together since we were 15 Matt!â€
“Well, OK, how about calm down first.†I tried telling her in my most soothing voice. Her skin was usually tanned pretty well from her weekly tanning salon appointment, but I could see a deep red burning in her cheeks. “Whatever you THINK happened is NOT TRUE.†I said, and I meant it. I had never cheated on her, not once! It was ridiculous to think I even would.
“She told me!†Allison shouted, walking up closer to me and leaning forward so she was nearly on eye-level with me.
“WHO - IS - SHE?†I asked slowly, carefully laying out each word.
“Don’t play that game Matt. Do NOT play that game, I’m serious.†She commanded, waving a finger in my face.
“OK, let’s say there IS a ‘she’, so what - you bring me to your house and handcuff me in a god damn chair!? Do you realize how insane that is!?†I shouted, leaning forward as much as I could. The handcuffs reminded me I wasn’t going anywhere by biting sharply into my wrists.
“So you admit it?†She asked quickly, raising her right eyebrow - her signature ‘I’m right’ gesture.
“NO.†I said clearly and loudly. “Just at least tell me her name so I know what I’m denying!â€
“Samantha told me OK? She told me everything…â€
Samantha was not a good name to hear. Sam was Allison’s oldest friend and the one person, outside Allie’s own family, whose word might actually mean more than mine. But why would she lie? Especially to her best friend?
That is when I remembered that last time I saw Samantha. It was at some kids party a few weeks back. Allison was sick, but she insisted that I go to make sure Sam didn’t drink too much and do something stupid, like she was known to do. So I went with a couple friends of mine, Sam drank too much like usual and actually tried kissing me. I told her no, but she had kept trying to put her arms around me. I eventually had to just push her down onto the couch and walk away. That had to be the reason why she would lie. I had to have embarrassed her or something. It was the only explanation.
“Allie, listen to me. Samantha got drunk at Marko’s party and came onto ME. I swear!â€
Allison’s mouth dropped open a little and she stared at me, seeming to get more pissed by the second.
“She didn’t TELL me about Marko’s party. How many times did you-
“NO! Wait! I didn’t mean like that! I said no! Allison I said no! She must want you to dump me for revenge or something.â€
“No Matt. She’s the one who actually convinced me we should stay together. She’s the one who had THIS idea.†When she said this, she motioned to me in my chair with her hands. “She said I should teach you a lesson and show you I’m not the kind of girl who get’s pushed around.â€
“Oh my god… she a damn mastermind. This is her revenge! Allie I SWEAR-â€
“I don’t want to hear it Matt!†She shouted.
“But- FRMMMPH!â€
She slapped her hand over my mouth and dug her fingers into my cheek.
“Shut up.†She commanded.
“MMMMM!†I replied.
“Shut UP Matt, or I swear to god I’ll put a gag in your mouth and you won’t talk for the rest of the weekend!†She shouted, tightening her grip over my mouth to emphasize her point.
Whole weekend? She planned on keeping me for the entire weekend? There was no way I was letting that happen.
“Now listen to me.†She said, acting like I had a choice. “Only I know where the key to those handcuffs are, so you better start being a little nicer. I’m the one in control here Matt. You think I’m such a weak little dumb girl that you can go around cheating on me? With my best FRIEND?â€
“Grmmerrphmm.†I grumbled into her hand.
“Quiet. We are going to spend this weekend together and work this out, and when it’s over if I still want to be with you and you still want to be with me then OK. If not, then fine.†When she said ‘then fine’ the anger left her voice and was replaced by more of a sad tone. “But until then,†The anger was back. “You aren’t going anywhere and I don’t want to hear your little lies Matt. It’s insulting.â€
I stared at her, waiting for her to get her hand off my mouth. She stared back.
“Something to say?†She asked.
I gave her my best ‘come on’ look. She took her hand off my mouth.
“OK… what now?†I asked, deciding to play her stupid game until I had a definite plan to get the hell out of there.
She put her hands on her hips and looked at me. She bit her lip and ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear.
“You don’t even know do you? You got me here, you got me handcuffed into the stupid chair, and you don’t know what happens next? Some plan.†I said, suddenly feeling some anger in myself rise up. “You know this is one of the dumbest idea’s you’ve ever agreed to. You do realize that right?†Allison gave me a pissed off look and shook her head back and forth. “I mean, I thought you were a little smarter than THIS.†She nodded her head and smirked at me before turning to the side and marching towards her dresser. “I mean, god Allison, what do you think is really going to come from this? Sunday night is going to show up and we’re going to have discovered the true meaning of happiness or some crap?†She had gotten something out of her drawer and was marching straight for me. I looked down in her hand and saw a white ball of something. “Are those your socks? Oh wait a second now Alli- MRRPHMM!â€
She stuffed her balled up socks into my damn mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I went to spit them out, but before I knew it she had snatched up the bandanna from the blindfold from my lap and made her way behind me, bringing it around both sides of my head as she went.
“Mmmmmmm!†I groaned as she pulled it tight and knotted it behind me.
“There.†She said satisfied, walking around to the front of me. “Now your going to have to wear that gag. You never know when to keep your lips shut, do you Matt? Now you don’t have a choice.â€
“Mrfmmm! Remmaf fermer mmmrt!†I started shouting at her, but the socks and bandanna kept my words to tiny mumbles in my throat.
“What’s that Matty? I can’t understand you.†She teased me, sitting down on my lap and pushing a piece of my hair to the side. “You know your kind of cute when your all gagged and angry. Maybe if things work out we’ll keep it this way, huh?â€
“Errrmgph! Mmr mmmph-fmmm!†I knew I shouldn’t be provoking her to keep going, but I was so damn mad at that point I had to try to express myself somehow. She needed to know I didn’t find all of her crap funny. It wasn’t working though, because every time I tried to yell at her, she just laughed. It made me furious.
“You’re going to understand this whole gag thing sooner or later.†She laughed and got off my lap. I was so mad I had to do something, so I tripped her. She went to head right, and I stuck my feet in her path, making sure to get caught between her legs. I wanted her to fall. She did. And I suddenly realize how free me legs were. I leaned my weight forward and got into a squat. From there I lifted straight up and my arms came over the top of the chairs back. I was semi-free.
I looked down and saw Allison turning towards me on the ground in shock. Some of it was probably because I tripped her, the other because I had escaped her genius chair idea. I didn’t waste any time making my way to her bedroom door. Someone in the house had to be home, someone was going to find out their daughter/sister was a nut job who kidnapped her boyfriends. I got to it and turned around so my hands could turn the knob. Allison was back on her feet and moving towards me.
“Matt, knock it off! Just sit back down!†She shouted. I yelled my answer back, which was a ridiculous series of mumbles, but I meant to basically tell her to go to hell. She got too close for my comforts so I used my one defense. I kicked her. Not hard, but enough so she would give me some room.
“Are you KIDDING me!? You’re going to KICK me? Really?†She said, sounding annoyed. Good, she should be mad like me.
My fingers just couldn’t get a grip on the door knob, it seemed to be just slightly above my reach. I got on my tippy-toes and tried again, this time barely rubbing the bottom of it. I saw Allison darting her eyes around her room in search of something to help her ’catch’ me. I was just starting to turn the knob when she found something.
I screamed into the gag as her bed’s blanket came flying over my head. She had a queen-sized bed, so the blanket from it was quite massive. I was in the dark again, flailing about like a dumb fish out of water. Then I felt her arms around me. I struggled but she must have managed to lead me to her bed, because when I finally did feel myself be shoved down - I landed on top of it face first. Soon after I felt her weight land on top of ME and then I was trapped, not to mention hot, sweaty, not really able to breath, and in kind of pain from the cuffs.
I felt her shift around on top of me, keeping me buried in the covers while she moved. Then I felt her down by my legs, and soon enough she had my feet pulled out from under. The air outside the blanket was cool on my hot shins. I felt my shoes being ripped off, and then, strangely, my socks as well. I was thankful for the cool air, but couldn’t understand why she was making me barefoot, until I felt my ankles being wrapped together. She was tying me up with my OWN socks. Gagged with her socks, bound with mine. I couldn’t catch a break.
A few moments later, her weight came off me and she started yanking the blanket out from under me. I rolled a little with it and soon enough I had slid off the side of her bed and crashed onto the floor. The blanket came off though, and that was a good thing. I took in as much sweet fresh air as my nose would allow.
I looked up and saw her, kind of sweaty like me, with her hair a mess around her face. She wiped some of it out of the way and stared down at me with her blue eyes.
“I hope you enjoyed that Matt, because your feet are staying tied for the rest of the weekend. No more KICKING for you.†She said, and when she said ‘kicking’ she brought her foot up to my face and pushed my head with it gently. I grunted my reply. “Now I have to take a shower. You want to get back on the bed?â€
I thought it over for a second, decided it would be much more comfortable than the floor and nodded my head. She leaned down and stuck her arms through mine as I leaned forward. She pulled as I stood and then threw me to the side. I landed half on the bed half off. She laughed, grabbed my feet, and swung them up with the rest of me.
“Comfy?†She asked, standing at the foot of the bed with her hands on her hips. I wouldn’t give her any more pleasure in hearing me make a fool of myself. I kept quiet and turned my head from her. “Come on Matt, don’t give me the silent treatment.†She teased me and ran a finger up the sole of my foot. I yanked my legs away quickly.
“MMM!†I responded.
“Ooooh, ticklish feet? I’ll have to remember that later if you start getting out of line!†She said, folding her arms across her chest. I didn’t even know my feet were ticklish until then. Now she knew, which meant she could ACTUALLY torture me and not feel bad about it. “Now if you just lay there and keep quiet while I’m in the shower maybe I’ll take that gag off for a little bit. I know you’ve got lots to say.†Well, at least she was right about that. “But if you mess anything up while I’m in there… well, let’s just say things won’t be pleasant for you.â€
She smiled, turned and left the bedroom. I laid on the bed, bound and gagged and facing possible torture. I had to get free.