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I was in college and a pretty good student, but a little shy and not the best at socializing. So it was a surprise when two of the girls from a few floors above me showed up at my door uninvited. I knew both of them, we'd had some conversations and I'd even had a class with one of them, a short-haired brunette named Callie. Her friend, Kiki, was Chinese. Both of them were attractive, so I wasn't upset that they were interrupting my studies.
“Hey, um, David,” Callie said to me. She was nervous about something but I didn't know what at first. “Could we, uh, come in?”
I said sure and they came in, and we closed the door. My roommate was gone and would be for a while, he busied himself around campus on one thing or another. I didn't know if he'd be back soon or not, but it was unlikely.
“So, we girls are doing a fun little scavenger hunt,” said Kiki. “And we were thinking you could help.”
“Okay, sure,” I said. “What do you need from me?”
Callie handed me their sheet. “We need you do help us with number 26.” I looked at it. 'Tie up a boy'. I went red. “I know, I know...” said Callie. “But, you can trust us, and anyway some guys are really macho and all that and wouldn't agree to it, but I think you would.”
Did she not think me macho? I guess not, and anyway she had me nailed. I had wanted to be tied up by a girl for a while. Self-bondage only got so far. And now here were two of them. I wondered how she guessed me so correctly, but not for long. Trying to look as non-chalant as possible, I shrugged. “Sure, I can handle it.” I was hoping I could also handle not generating an erection during it.
“Awesome,” said Kiki. She reached into her backpack and pulled out some rope and duct tape. “We're prepared.” There seemed to be an awful amount of rope and tape. Callie saw me eyeing it eagerly, but mistook my look for one of apprehension.
“We need style points,” she explained. The gist was that this particular scavenger hunt had put special importance on number 26, and simply tying someone's hands in front of them and calling it a day was essentially like earning a passing grade on a test, but nothing else. To get a 4.0, they would have to get creative.
“Oh,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Well, what are you going to do?”
“So, we were thinking we tie your hands and feet, and put some duct tape over your mouth,” said Callie. “You know, make it look like a kidnapping.”
“That's not bad,” I said. “But I don't think that will be enough, do you? What if someone goes really over the top?”
“Well, we wouldn't want to ask too much,” she replied.
I decided to take a chance. “It's no trouble. Look, if you're going to tie me up, at least do it up spectacularly.” I told them to tie my hands behind my back, and then tie my feet and bring them up to my hands while I laid on my stomach, a tight hogtie. Then add the gag and a blindfold. I wanted to suggest more, but thought that would be far enough.
Both girls enthusiastically agreed. And so thus I suggested my own method of capture.
I was wearing a hoodie, but shrugged it off because it would just be in the way. I was left with a t-shirt and jeans. My hands were the first part of me to be tied, and I quickly discovered that the ropes put in place by Callie were surprisingly snug. She even pulled the ends of the rope over the rope wound around my wrists between them, ensuring the tightness of the bond. “Are you good at this?” I said. I felt nervous for the first time, because I guess I didn't realize it would be so real.
“Sorry, but it has to look real, right?” she said. I agreed. “I was in the Scouts, you know,” she said. “I can tie a knot.” There was a gleam in her eye. I suspected there was more to it, but said nothing.
When my hands were done, I tested the rope briefly, and was assured that if I needed to get out, I would either need a lot of time or some help. Callie didn't give me much time to really feel the true extent of my bondage, though, saying, “Okay, now your feet.”
I was helped from my sitting position to one lying on my stomach on my bed. While Callie sat at my bare feet and expertly tied my ankles the same way as my wrists, Kiki was on the other side of me, by my head, watching Callie, apparently fascinated. I felt the ropes tighten, then tighten some more, and finally tighten the last time as Callie gave the final cinches.
“Will he be able to get out?” asked Kiki, which I thought was an odd question.
“No,” said Callie. She looked at me. “But don't worry, of course we will release you.” Of course, she failed to mention when, exactly, she would do that.
But that was in the future. In the moment, I was enjoying my bondage. I was well and truly stuck. While Callie got another rope, I felt for the knot that kept my wrists bound, and realized that it was safely tucked where my fingers could barely just not reach. Now I realized that escape would be almost impossible, but of course I wasn't worried. I wasn't supposed to escape, I was just supposed to be tied up for a bit. I did, fleetingly, wonder why the knot had to be so well-positioned. It would hardly be noticeable in the picture they would be taking.