Postby iliketights » Sun Oct 01, 2017 12:24 pm
Prisoner in my room, chapter 5
My calm relaxation was soon to come to a screeching halt, however. I heard my bedroom door open. Lucy is coming to check on me! Maybe I can convince her to untie me now. I had enjoyed my “bondage high,” but I was really ready for freedom. I would no doubt have to promise her some big-time favors to get her to untie me early.
“I want to show you something,” Lucy said. Well, I thought, you need to remove my blindfold first. My light was switched on. I suddenly knew that Lucy had not been talking to me when someone gasped.
“Oh my god!” I heard. My heart sank as I recognized the voice. Amy was in my room. Amy was looking at me. I moaned in frustration.
“Lucy, you’re so mean! Why did you do this to him?”
If there was ever a time in my life I wished that I was dead, this was it. If I had a button that would have made me disappear in a puff of smoke never to return, I would have pushed it. If I had to live through this humiliation, at least I could begin plotting a way to punish my sister for her treachery. How could she do this to me? I hadn’t told her not to tell any of her friends about this, but I had thought that would be obvious. After all, Lucy’s main reason for agreeing to this was so that I would be forgotten and not interfere with her time with her friends. Now she was bringing her friends up to gawk at me?
“You’re terrible! I can’t believe you! How long has he been tied up?”
“About forty-five minutes.”
Forty-five minutes? I haven’t even been tied up for an hour yet? That can’t be! It felt like hours!
“Untie him right now!”
Lucy must have indicated she wouldn’t, because then I heard Amy say, “Forget it. I’ll untie him myself.”
“Amy, wait. Calm down. He asked me to do this to him.”
“Yeah, right. How dumb do you think I am?”
“No, really, he wanted this. We’ve been planning this for two days.”
“I’m going to have to hear him say so. And, why is he wearing tights?”
“He … well, that was my idea. I told him I would tie him up on the condition that he wear a pair of my school tights. I just wanted to see how they looked on him. I told him that it would protect his legs from rope marks.”
I had no idea why Lucy was lying about the tights, but at least it made me seem a little less pathetic. Having Amy know I asked to be tied up was bad enough, but I was glad she didn’t know that wearing tights was my idea.
“Rusty, it’s Amy,” as if I didn’t know. “I’m going to take off your gag.”
The gag came out, damp with my saliva. Another thing to add to my embarrassment.
“Rusty, did you really ask Lucy to tie you up?”
For a second, I thought about lying. PLEASE HELP ME! MY SISTER DRUGGED ME AND TIED ME UP!, but I simply sighed and said “yes.”
“Why on earth did you ask her to do this?”
“I’ve just always wondered what it would feel like to be tied up. When Lucy told me to stay away tonight, I suggested being tied up in my room.”
“There’s always something new going on in this house, I must say. Now that you’ve been tied up, how do you like it?”
“I have mixed feelings about it. It’s the best and worst evening of my life. Lucy, are you there?” No one had removed my blindfold.
“Yeah, I’m here. How are you doing?”
“I can’t believe you’re showing me off to your friends. I’m going to kill you. Who else is in here?”
“It’s just me and Amy. Kara texted and said she couldn’t make it. That’s when I decided to show Amy what I did to you. If Kara had come, there’s no way I would have shown her. She has a big mouth, and news of you being my damsel in distress would have been all over school on Monday.”
“Why did you have to tell Amy? I’m so embarrassed. I wish I were dead.”
“I didn’t tell her. I showed her.”
“You know what I mean!”
“Rusty,” Amy interjected. “If you’re worried about me telling anyone, I promise I won’t. And please don’t be embarrassed. I was shocked at first, but now I think it’s cool that you trust your sister enough to ask her to do this to you. I wish I had a brother so I could tie him up! Do you want to be untied now?”
“No, he doesn’t,” Lucy interjected before I could answer. “He knew from the start that if he couldn’t free himself, he would remain tied up until at least 11 o’clock. Just because you know about it now, doesn’t change anything.”
“Lucy, could you let me talk privately with Rusty for a few minutes?”
“Fine. I need to use the bathroom anyway. But don’t let him talk you into untying him.”
I could hear Lucy leaving, and then I heard Amy close my bedroom door. She came back and sat on my bed. AMY IS SITTING ON MY BED! AMY AND I ARE ON THE SAME BED! This was the closest I’ve ever been to Amy (even though I couldn’t see her) and it was already the longest conversation we’ve ever had. Usually we just said hi or bye to each other.
“She can be so overbearing! How do you live with her?” Amy asked.
“It’s not easy. What time is it?”
“About 6:30.”
Lucy was right. She had started to tie me up at 5:45. It really had been only 45 minutes ago.
“She’s not here now. You can speak freely. Do you want me to loosen all the knots so that you can get free after Lucy and I go back to our movie?”
This was my opportunity to say yes. This was my chance to get just enough help that I could free myself whenever I wanted. However, this is what came out of my mouth: “No, thanks. I’m OK.”
“Are you sure? Lucy wouldn’t have to know. It would be our little secret.”
“Yeah, I’m sure. It would feel like cheating. Lucy’s right. I knew what I was getting into from the start. I either need to free myself or wait until 11:00.”
Why did I pass up this chance? To this day I don’t know. I was aching for freedom. I was so tired of being on this bed unable to move. Somehow, though, I didn’t feel it was fair to get help. If I had been a kidnap victim, I couldn’t get free just by asking my captor to loosen my bonds a little. I didn’t, however, feel it was cheating to ask for one thing.
“I will ask for a small favor, though. Could you remove the rope that’s keeping me tied to the head of the bed? It’s the only rope that really hurts, and I would love to be able to lie on my side for a while.”
“No problem,” she replied. In a minute I could feel a sudden slack in the rope. She pulled it from under my armpits and suddenly my least favorite piece of rope was tossed aside. I felt so much better.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“My pleasure!” she said as she began to massage my shoulders. AMY IS SITTING ON MY BED MASSAGING MY SHOULDERS!
“Thank you, that feels so good. My shoulders were getting sore.”
Of course, my annoying sister had to pick that exact moment to open the door and interrupt us. “Are you done raping my bound and helpless brother yet?”
“You’re so crude, Lucy,” Amy said in disgust.
“Wait, did you untie the rope that was keeping him on the bed? I didn’t say you could do that. Now I’m going to have to replace it.”
“Please don’t, Lucy,” Amy begged. “He could have asked me to untie him, but he didn’t. The only thing he asked for was for that one rope to be removed. He’s still tied up more than enough. You can’t really be this mean.”
“Yeah, Lucy. Please. That rope was hurting me.”
“I tied it for his own good, so he wouldn’t tumble from the bed and hurt himself.”
“His feet are still tied to the bed," Amy pointed out.
“Yeah, but now if he tumbles off, his feet are going to stay put, but the rest of him could fall off. He could twist or dislocate a joint doing that.”
“Rusty, do you promise not to squirm too much? Try to stay in the middle of the bed, OK?”
“I promise.”
“See? He’ll be good,” Amy said on my behalf.
“OK, but he has to pay a penalty. Rusty, it’s your choice. Choice #1: I tie you back to the headboard, and I will untie you at eleven o’clock as originally planned. Or, choice #2: I leave this rope off, but you get an additional half-hour of being tied up. You would then be released at 11:30.”
“An extra half-hour?” Amy exclaimed. “Lucy, that’s excessive! Eleven o’clock was already too much!”
“It’s up to him. What will it be, Rusty?”
I thought for a second. “How about an extra half-hour, but you also remove the rope that’s tied from my ankles to the bed.” I thought that was a good compromise. I was eager to try standing up once the girls left.
“What makes you think you’re in a position to negotiate? I gave you a choice. It involves removing no other ropes.”
“OK, I’ll take the extra half-hour. Amy, will you still be here at 11:30? I need a back-up rescuer in case Lucy falls asleep before then.”
“Yes, in fact, I already asked my parents if I could stay the night.”
I was very happy to hear that.
“Let’s gag him again and go back to our movie.”
“You know,” said Amy, ignoring Lucy, as she ran her hand up and down my legs, “he looks really good in tights.” AMY IS MASSAGING MY LEGS! I was not kidding when I said this was both the worst and best evening I’ve had in my life.
“In fact,” Amy continued, “he looks a lot better in tights than I do.” I knew this to be a blatant lie, since I had seen Amy wearing her school skirt and tights hundreds of times. No one in the world looks better in tights than Amy does. At least once a week she would come to our house after school and kick off her shoes by the front door and walked around in her skirt, opaque tights, and stocking feet. This is probably why Lucy thinks I act weird when Amy is around. I would try to watch Amy’s legs and feet without trying to make it obvious that I was watching. How many times did I fantasize about Amy asking me to massage her legs and feet. Now my fantasy was occurring, but completely twisted around – I was the one wearing tights, and she was massaging my legs!
“Yeah, he looks good in them, but try not to give him a swelled head about it.”
Amy continued to massage my legs and feet while Lucy shoved the wet knot of tights back in my mouth, pulled them back every bit as tightly as she had done before (maybe even tighter) and tied the tights behind my head. Once again, I was silenced. Amy got off the bed and bent close to my head. She stroked the top of my head and said, “See you later, Rusty.”
“I know that I said if you free yourself, you have to stay in your room,” said my sister. “But I’m feeling generous. If you do escape, I think you deserve to come downstairs and have a snack with us. Oh, and leave your tights on. Amy seems to like how you look in them.”
The lights were turned off again, and the door closed. I could hear the two girls giggling as they went away, but the sound of them faded away and I was once again abandoned in total darkness and silence.
I took the opportunity to roll over onto my side. It felt like such a luxury to be able to change positions. I had nearly died of embarrassment when Amy saw me all tied up wearing tights. Now, I was so glad she did. Because of her, I had a little bit more freedom, and my armpits and back weren’t sore from the rope that used to keep me face down. Also, I loved the way she had massaged my shoulders and legs. She is so pretty, I wish I could have seen her, but neither girl had removed my blindfold. The thing I was most grateful for was that now someone other than my sister knew I was tied up in my room. If my scatterbrained sister drank some wine and fell asleep, Amy would untie me. I no longer feared being tied up until noon tomorrow. I did still face many more hours of being bound, gagged, and blindfolded, even if I had a little more freedom than before. Eleven o’clock was still four and a half hours away. No, it was to be a full five hours again now that I had agreed to the extra half-hour, I reminded myself. I again tested my wrist rope, but it was every bit as tight as before. Would I regret that I turned down Amy’s offer to loosen my bonds? Probably. But the memory of Amy sitting on my bed and massaging me made it all worthwhile. Now that I was slightly more comfortable, I was able to enjoy my bondage even more. I felt warm and cozy in my tights. My bonds were as tight and inescapable as before, but I really had no desire right now to be free. I was back in my “bondage high”, or maybe I was high on Amy’s massages. I was so content I began to doze off, which was good. It would make the time seem to pass quicker.
To be continued ...