Hi, hi! TDE here. This is my first story on this site, and my second story that doesn't delve into the more mature aspect of this sort of subject. I plan on making it a series, and chances are you (hopefully) won't have to wait long between updates, because the ideas are just fighting to get out, like a Hunger Games of creativity. First, a bit of background:
[Camp Oohiwannatieya]
Three boys spend an unforgettable summer at a camp where three strange girls use ropes, gags, and feet to get their way.
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The Boys
Joel Crane (13): Leader of his friends and very kind-hearted, but also naive and trustworthy. Likes being tied up and made to smell girl's feet. (Black, black hair and brown eyes.)
Lewis Argo (13): A goofball and always tries to make clever jokes, with mixed results. Likes dominant girls. (White, brown hair, blue eyes.)
Austin Smith (13): Shy and awkward, but the most intelligent of his friends in terms of book smarts. Enjoys being a captive for powerful women. (White, sandy hair, brown eyes.)
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The Girls
Sadie DeLang (13): Confident, mischievous, daring. Likes making boys smell her feet and does her best to keep them as smelly as possible (can go weeks without changing shoes or socks). (White, black hair with a pink streak, green eyes.)
Isobel Martinez (13): Athletic and controlling. Believes men should be subservient to women. Likes tickle torture, panty gagging, and kissing. (Latina, brown hair, brown eyes.)
Nicole Green (13): Geeky and self-conscious about her weight, but loves squeezing boy's heads between her thighs. (White, blonde hair, brown eyes.)
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Now that you know the characters, on with the story!
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The bus rumbled to a stop shortly after reaching the front of a massive wooden arch. Carved into it, nestled between a bunch of symbols, was the name of the camp: Oohiwannatieya. "Here we are, kids!" barked the driver. With a jerk of the lever, the doors hissed open. "Everybody out!" The aisle was a miniature war zone as kids ran out at full speed, whooping and hollering, excited at the prospect of a summer without parents.
Three children in the back waited until the chaos died down before moving themselves. The first, a black boy with short, curly black hair, pulled up the handle of his rolling backpack and strolled down the aisle, whistling a tune to himself.
Next was another boy, with pale, freckled skin and brown hair that complimented his chocolate brown eyes. Hoisting his bag, he followed his friend, motioning for the third member of their group to hurry up and come along.
Finally, there was one more boy, a bit scrawnier and shorter than the other two, with black eyes hidden behind coke-bottle glasses. Picking up his massive bag, which almost dwarfed him, he scurried after his friends, nearly tripling.
Joel Crane jumped off the bus, taking a deep inhale and smiling wide. "Smell that clean air guys?" he asked, brown eyes twinkling. "That smells like freedom."
"Really?" Lewis Argo replied, grinning ear to ear. "Smells like teen spirit to me." He slapped his knee and howled at his own joke, looking around at his friends. "Nothing? Yeesh, tough camp."
A yelp sounded behind them, and the final member of the group, Austin Smith, nearly fell as he tried to carry his backpack. Joel rushed forward and caught him just before he hit the ground, and set down the bag.
"Thanks, Joel." said Austin. "This thing is really heavy."
"Why did you even pack so much?"
"It was my mom's idea. You know how much of a worrywart she is."
Joel and Lewis did, all too well, since they'd been friends for as long as they could remember. The three began making their way to the mess hall, where all the other kids seemed to be going. The sky was clear, the weather fair, and the breeze cool and refreshing, bringing with it promise of excitement and summer.
When the trio's parents had come to them with brochures advertising Camp Oohiwannatieya, there had been some apprehension. They were looking forward to spending the summer at home, nestled in the comfort and familiarity of suburbia. But after seeing all the games, activities, beautiful natural landscape of the camp, and finding out that they would be without their parents, Joel, the de facto leader of their group, was all for it, and his two best friends soon followed.
Counsellors began urging kids into the mess hall, shouting over the chaotic din only a swarm of tweens and teens could provide. Inside, kids bustled about, looking for seats, connecting with friends old and new, and waiting for the assembly to start. Joel spied a table towards the back and motioned for his friends.
"C'mon, guys, before it gets taken!" He raced towards it, and was about to take it when someone crashed into him, nearly sending him sprawling to the ground. "Hey, watch where you're..." Joel's voice trailed off as he looked at the girl that nearly had him kissing linoleum.
The first thing he noticed was her hair, which was jet black, except for a pink streak on the right. The next were her sparkling green eyes, that might as well have been emerald plucked from an ancient, long-forgotten tomb. She wore a green and white striped shirt, a pink skirt, and long black socks that ended in worn black shoes.
"Sorry, dude." she apologized, her voice like music. "Didn't notice anyone else was gunning for this spot." She held out a black-nailed hand. "Sadie DeLang."
"J-Joel Crane." spoke the stunned boy, blushing as his friends and Sadie giggled at the way his voice cracked.
"Hey, Sadie, we found a spot!" came a voice over the crowd.
"Be right there!" she shouted back. She faced Joel and batted her eyelashes. "Gotta cut this meeting short. Later..." She leaned forward and planted a kiss on Joel's cheek. "...cutie." She turned on her heel and headed towards the opposite end of the hall, skirt swaying as she walked.
"Wow...day one and already stealing hearts. You lucky dog." grinned Lewis, elbowing his red-faced friend in the ribs.
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Sadie was all smiles as she joined her friends at the table, setting aside her backpack. Next to her was Isobel Martinez, her best friend from all the way back when they were infants. Skin the alluring color of caramel, with brown hair and eyes. She wore a black and green sports bra and matching pair of Lycra shorts, toned legs and stomach on full display. A few guys had glanced her way, eyeing her up and down, but all she had to do was bare her teeth and crack her knuckles and they would back off instantly.
The final member of her group, Nicole Green, was writing in her journal, as per usual. Though Sadie had met the shy girl during her first year of grade school, they forged a quick, lasting friendship. She was heavier than her friends, and though she wouldn't fit into a size zero the fashion companies seemed to think was the standard, she certainly wasn't massive. Sadie had called her perfect the way she was, 'pleasingly plump', and it had brought the biggest smile to her face. She wore a beige dress and brown flats, hoping the low-key colors would draw as little attention as possible.
"What's got you all smiley?" asked Isobel, toying with a strand of hair.
Sadie giggled as she rested her arms on the table. "Cute guy just over there." She pointed in the direction where Joel and his friends were sitting.
Isobel stopped flying with her hair and stared. "Seriously? Day one and you're already stealing hearts?"
"I can't help it." replied the pink-streaked girl, though the coy smile on her face told she hadn't tried to help it even a little. "He looked so sweet and innocent."
Her Latina friend laughed. "And that just makes you wanna take control of him, doesn't it?"
"Totally."
Next to her, Nicole allowed a small smile at her friend's antics.
When the assembly was over, the boys and girls were split up and led to opposite ends of the camp. Joel managed to get one last look at Sadie as he and his friends were leaving, and she gave him a wink and a flirty smile before disappearing out the door with the rest of the girls.
Joel, Lewis, and Austin had a rather spacious cabin all to themselves, and their suitcases were waiting inside for them, along with three small, but separate beds. The wood floors and walls of the cabin gave it a rustic feel, and there were a few shelves and a coffee table to put their things, and some small chairs.
"Lunch is in the mess hall at noon." said Frank, a friendly young adult who had been counselor at the camp for a few years. "Bathrooms are just outside the main office down the road, and dinner's at eight, with lights out at nine. No sneaking out, and no going to the girls' cabins. Got it, guys?"
"We got it." the three chorused.
The second Frank left, the three hollered and cheered. The standard rules of summer camp aside, it was their first taste of independence, and it was exhilarating beyond words.
"Dibs!" called out Lewis as he got the bed by the window. Joel and Austin took the other two, near the door and back doors, respectively.
The trio opened their suitcases and began decorating the cabin, chattering excitedly about their plans for the summer...
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Sadie let out a pleasurable sigh as she collapsed on her bed. "Home sweet home for the next three months."
"It's not bad." Isobel replied as she kicked off her trainers. The second she did, Sadie pinched her nose and waved her hand in front of her face.
"Phew, Iz, warn us next time!" Her smile, however, revealed the good nature of her jab. "At least let us open a window."
Isobel laughed and flexed her socked feet. "Shut up; you've got the stinkiest feet out of all of us, and you know it."
Grinning, Sadie pried off her shoes. Even with socks on, the cabin became filled with the odor of the punk girl's pungent feet. "Darn right, I do." she boasted, swelling with pride at her foot smell.
"So, anyway..." cut in Nicole, wrinkling her nose slightly as the scent of cheese and vinegar filled the cabin. "What do you guys have for...fun?"
The three shared gleeful, wicked looks as they opened their suitcases.
When the three had first formed their tight-knit group, they discovered they all held a common interest; tie-up games, or TUGs. None of them truly knew why they were wired they did, but they knew enough; they liked tying up and dominating boys. Sadie would occasionally kidnap one of the neighbor boys and bind them, either in a chair or strict hogtie. Her skin would break out in goosebumps and electricity course through her as she watched them struggle and beg to be let go. When she got tired of their cries, she'd stuff her worn panties or socks in their mouths, and torture them further with her feet. And as she grew, so did her nerve, skill, and passion.
Isobel was a bit different. She grew up in a house with five older brothers, and grew up strong, tough, and fiercely independent. When one of them had mouthed off to her one too many times, she had snapped, tied him up, and kept him hostage for an entire night. Since then, her brothers (and most of the boys in the neighborhood) were terrified of this dominatrix-in-training, while the neighborhood girls revered her as a feminist icon.
Nicole, however, being so shy, had only one TUG experience in her life; a friend of hers from long ago. After tying him to her bed, he'd panicked and gotten scared, begging to be let go. She'd released him, and afterwards, had never talked to her again. A few months later, his family moved away, leaving her ashamed and heartbroken. Since then, she'd kept her fantasies between herself, Sadie, and Isobel, the only two people in the world who seemed to understand her.
"These'll do nicely!" Sadie squealed in delight as she held up the wound coils of thick rope she packed. She planned on doing a lot of TUGs with the boys at camp, and wanted to make sure she was well-stocked. Besides her clothes and plenty of rope, she'd brought along rolls of duct tape, and some unwashed socks and panties she kept sealed in Ziploc bags.
"Great collection." smirked Isobel. "But I brought some stuff that's a bit more...heavy-duty." She spun around her suitcase and showed off her assortment of paddles, along with a whip and riding crop. To Sadie and Nicole's great surprise, she also had several handcuffs, some thick leather straps, and a few ballgags. In a small shopping bag was her own bundle of unwashed clothes. But then Sadie spied something in plastic poking out from beneath her clothes.
"What's that?" the punk girl asked.
Isobel tsk'd and pushed away the mystery package. "Boys' eyes only, Sadie."
"Fine, fine, keep your secrets." The pair turned to Nicole, who looked at them awkwardly.
"W-What?" she asked, avoiding their gazes.
"What'd you bring?"
Nicole mumbled softly, "Nothing, really. Just...a bit of rope. A scarf."
Isobel balked. "One scarf!? Dios mio, it's like it's your first day of TUGs, Nicole!"
"Calm down, Iz. You know why she's like this." Putting a comforting arm around her friend, Sadie gave the shy girl a smile. "Nicole, you're welcome to anything in my suitcase if you need it. Go bag and gag yourself a boy."
"Oh, Sadie, thank you, but I couldn't--"
"Ah, ah, I insist. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help a friend get hers?"
Isobel sighed at the two and threw up her arms in exasperation. "Fine, fine, if we're getting all sensitive about it. You can borrow from me, too."
"Girls, thank you so much." She reached over and pulled the two into a group hug.
"Yeah, yeah." sighed Isobel, but she couldn't resist a smile.
"We're a weird bunch, aren't we?" Sadie laughed, her friends quickly joining in.