Postby jennifer » Fri Jun 11, 2010 7:41 pm
Part 4: Sleeping captive
Sorry for taking so long on this story. I have been pretty busy with life as it is right now. I don't have the time to write like I used to. So, I won't be updating my stories as often. However, this part of the story is done and the next one will probably come sometime in July or so. I hope everyone enjoys it.
"Well, . . . ." The words swarmed from my mouth as I tried to move the conversation forward. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to explain this. So, I just spit it out. "Yeah, I have slept tied up on quite a few occasions growing up. However, I usually do it with my hands tied in front of me. I have tried sleeping like I was tied up earlier, but I haven't had much success with it. It just gets too uncomfortable for my body to find a position I can rest in." I took a moment and let the newly shared knowledge sink in to Ashley's mind. She was sitting there hanging onto every word that I was sharing on the matter.
"How long have you been playing these games Jennifer?" The question darted from the other part of this conversation. I looked over at Ashley trying to get a second read on where she was going with this. "I mean, you seem to know what you are doing, I was wondering how long you have been doing this?" I took a moment and pondered what the best response would be, "I really don't know. My brothers and sister were into the games for quite a while now. Probably before I was born. I have been playing with them ever since I can remember. I . . . ."
I continued moving the conversation forward about some of my past experiences growing up with the whole tie up epidemic. Anyone familiar with my stories knows just how much experience I had. I shared a couple of anecdotes with Ashley related to the subject at hand. I don't remember exactly which of them I shared with her. However, they were some of the ones that are located on my site and in the back log of the forums here. I spoke with her for a good half hour on the topic sharing 3 or 4 of my experiences.
"Wow! I had no idea that you were that involved with this. I thought it was just a strange hobby that you probably picked up as a teenager or something. I can see where you get all your knowledge on this matter from. I am surprised that you remember all of that." I smiled as Ashley took all of my past in. Gaging her reaction was not as difficult as it had originally been. Her eyes gave most of it away. There was a genuine interest in the subject floating around and threw her appearance like the air in an empty headed cat.
"I thought I was getting to know you Jen, but you really are full of surprises. How do you remember all of this?" Ashley asked. "I don't" I took a deep breath and headed over towards the computer. It was still sitting on where Ashley had set it. I could have just explained the whole thing to her, but it was easier to just show her. I pulled the chair away from the desk and opened the drawer. Once it was opened, I reached inside and opened a recipe box that was situated in the back corner of the desk. Inside were a number of the old 3 and 1/2 inch 1.44 MB floppy disks. There were half a dozen of them buried back in the box. Most of them contained files and some of the work I was using for school. Each of them was neatly labeled with their contents clearly written on a label that adorned each disk.
However, there was one disk whose label was worn off and I had not bothered to replace it. The disk itself was more than a few years old. It was one of three in a collection that I had. I popped the diskette into the drive on the computer and then dug through the menus locating the shortcut to the dos prompt. The software I was about to boot up was older than windows. It was buried deep on my hard drive, but the contents I wanted were in a file on the aged disk. I opened a version of Microsoft word that was at least a decade old. Then, I opened a file located on the a:/> drive on the computer.
The file popped up on the monitor in front of us. It was a simple word file that had been begun more than a few years ago. The caption at the top of the page read, "journal". I scrolled to the bottom of more than 200 pages of text put together with a loose collection of headings. I reached the end of the document and began to amend it. I put the date at the top of the heading and typed "An experience with Ashley." What followed were three paragraphs that listed the details of how I was tied up, what I had on and several of the other details surrounding the incident.
Once I was done, I saved the file and began to scroll back upwards through its contents. "Every time I get tied up, I write it down. My sister Mary always kept a diary growing up. I wanted to be just like her when I was little. So, I began keeping my own diary too. " Ashley just looked at me. She gazed at the file as I scrolled backwards towards the top of it. "You mean to tell me Jen, that whole file is just about you getting tied up?" Her eyes were quite wide not knowing how to respond. I just nodded. "Yup Ash, that's what all of these are. This is my second disk. The first one got filled up past capacity and I had to start a second. I back this one up on a second disk at the end of each week." Ashley wasn't responding to me now she was just looking at the screen. He mouth was open and nothing but hot silence was coming out.
I didn't wait for a response. "I have 4 spiral notebooks at home as well. They are from before I decided to start using the computer. My mom thought it would be cheaper to buy me two computer disks than another 20 notebooks. I have been keeping this since I was 7 years old. You are the first person outside of my family that I have ever shown it too." Ashley finally closed her mouth again and stepped back from the computer. "Wow! . . . " followed by a long pause was all she got out. "Yeah, I got tied up quite a bit as a kid." Not every entry in this diary was about getting tied up. But, I was not going to share that with her at this point. Three quarters of them were and that was enough for me to claim some truth to my bragging.
I had laid out the big picture for her. The reaction I got was more than I was looking for. Ashley looked like a 5 year old in a candy store with 2 shiny new nickles to part with. (I am looking back through the diary I kept right now. There are around 780 total entries or so. So, there were probably 5 or 6 hundred of them when I was sharing it with Ashley.) However, she only got to see the thing as a whole and read one or two of the pages over my shoulder before I shut it down and pulled the disk out of the a drive on the computer. Being tied up was a big part of who I was growing up. Ashley had gone on a quest to find out what my experience with the whole situation really was. I thought this was the best way to show her the big picture.
Ashley continued to stare at me for another minute or two even though the computer screen now showed my care bear desktop. "So, do you want to give it a try?" Ashley just looked at me without speaking. After another 2 minutes of just sitting there she nodded her head back and forth silently as she returned my gaze. I rose from where I was sitting and headed over to retrieve some rope to get started. Ashley just stayed sitting where she was. I could still see the nervousness in her eyes at the suggestion I had just made.
I had been down this road about 100 times growing up. Introducing someone to getting tied up can be a tricky thing to walk through. Usually when another individual finds out about my weird hobby, they give one of two reaction. Either I lose a friend, or they become interested in it. Ashley was the second case. Some people who know about me getting tied up just sit back and won't participate in it at all. The events from earlier today were a clear indicator of Ashley's thoughts on the matter. She was just having the trouble working up the courage to bring the matter further out into the open. So, I offered an invitation. I figured it was better to approach the matter directly and maybe tie her up for about 20 minutes and let it work in our out of her system and then go from there.
I got a piece of rope from where it was sitting on the floor, and returned to where Ashley was seated by my desk. "OK, could you do me a favor Ashley and put your hands together please?" Ashley hesitated for a minute or two, but then she stood up and turned around bringing her arms around behind her back. I decided to go with it and began the process of tying her hands together. I pulled her wrists together and began wrapping the rope around them several times. After 7 or 8 passes, I cinched it off in the middle and tied a knot. It wasn't the best job I had ever done by a long shot. She probably could have freed herself if she had any idea what she was doing. However, that wasn't the point. Ashley and I were just testing the waters with this matter.
Once I gave her the go ahead, Ashley started to struggle quite a bit. I stood there and watched as she yanked on the ropes from a couple of different directions trying to separate her hands from their current position. The struggling lasted for about 2 and a half minutes before Ashley finally tired herself out. She was drawing in deep breaths and leaning forward trying to examine her hands. She wasn't at the end of her strength, but it wasn't proving to be an effective means of procuring her freedom. After a few deep breaths and composing herself, Ashley sat down on the couch and leaned back.
"Are you OK?" I asked. The question was just routine. Ashley seemed to be composed, but I didn't want to scare her. "Yeah, I am all right." She replied. "You know, ugh, you make something like this look pretty easy to get out of the other night. I guess it's just not as easy as it looks." I nodded. "It takes a lot of practice to learn how to escape effectively. There are some tricks of the trade and if you follow it long enough you will learn." Ashley looked up at me. "Yeah, I guess so. Jen, could you untie me now.?" I looked up at the clock on the shelf above my desk then I looked down at Ashley. "Sure, I guess."
I leaned over and instructed Ashley to lean forward to give me access to her bound wrists. The square knot I had tied earlier parted with relative ease and I was able to free her hands a minute or so later. Ashley brought her hands out from behind her back and began to massage her wrists. Despite the fact that she had only been tied for about 5 minutes. There were some rope marks on her arms. After she finished a little bit of rubbing, Ashley got up and walked passed me. "Thanks Jen, look at the time. It's late already I should probably start getting ready for bed." Ashley crossed the room to her closet and retrieved a set of clothes for bed and headed out the door to our room without another word.
The whole of the process took about 45 seconds or so. I was still standing there holding the coil of rope in my hands after she left. I was almost struck dumbfounded by the whole of the event. I figured that I should get this out in the open so that I could Gage Ashley's reaction and temperance to the situation correctly. She had been tied up for 5 minutes and stormed out with a lame excuse about getting ready for bed. I looked over at the clock. It really wasn't that late. I think it was sometime around 8:30 pm or a little after. Ashley still went to sleep often earlier than I did, but this was out of character even for her. She usually stayed up until at least 10:30 at the earliest.
I read the situation for what it was. Most of the friends I had played tie up with gave me a better reaction than this. I had two cases where I introduced someone to the games as a participant and it had gone really bad. One of them freaked out once they were bound and the other one never spoke to me again. I ran back over the last 5 minutes in my head. Trying to figure out what had gone wrong. Ashley hadn't been tied up long enough for her to get hurt. She had attempted an escape, but that was the normal first reaction. She had been pretty calm about the whole thing after her first wind broke down. Then she asked to be untied and left the room with an impartial attitude towards what happened. Almost if she was dismissing the whole matter.
I ran through everything again and again in my head for about 10 minutes. I was trying to nothing that had gone on seemed to fit the pattern with the other two bad reactions that I had concerning it. I just knew something had gone wrong. Once I rule out any thing I should have done differently, I chalked the whole situation up to a bad reaction and began working my way through my next move. Ashley was a becoming a close friend. The best one that I had out here. I didn't want this to ruin our friendship. I mulled over what to say to her when she came back in my head several times as I sat on the edge of my bed. A lot came to mind. I didn't want to blame her, but at the same time, I really didn't want to put all the weight of this on my own shoulders. I was looking for a middle road to share the blame between the two of us. I was hoping we could just get past it. However, no words came to me. Well, at least none in time.
About half an hour after she left, Ashley came back into the room. I had already rounded up the rope and put it away in Stephanie's dresser hoping not to leave an innuendo of the situation out in the open. Her hair was still a little damp and the clothes she had been wearing during the day were situation under one of her arms with a towel. She was in her favorite sleeping outfit. The yellow sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt. She padded in to the room and dropped her dirty clothes in to a laundry bag located on the left side of her closet. Without a word, she shut the door and turned and looked at the bed. I began to speak.
"Ashley, " The words drew slowly from my mouth. "I am really sorry about . ." Ashley stopped me with an hand being raised mid sentence. "What are you apologizing for Jennifer?" I raised my gaze up from the floor to read the reaction on her face. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. "I guess I took the whole thing with a little too much excitement. I should have started out slower. I probably shouldn't have tied you up, we at least not with your hands behind . ." Ashley gave me another raised hand. I couldn't blame her, I had earned it after all.
Ashley crossed the room and put her hands on my shoulders. "You didn't do anything wrong Jennifer. I wasn't scared of being tied up, that's not it at all." I stopped the apology. and looked up at Ashley her face was quite calm and relaxed on the matter. I tried to read an explanation from her, but none seemed to be forth coming on the matter. Ashley finally let the silence pass and opened an explanation of her behavior to me.
"Jen," There was a long pause. "to be honest with you, I have been curious about this whole tie up thing since I watched you tied Steph up the first night we were here together. I have been watching you for the last few weeks and after a few times I have been debating whether or not to ask to participate. I still had some fears on the matter, but you put most of them aside this afternoon. I finally understand why you like being tied up. Still, I wasn't sure how to approach the subject from the initial standpoint I gave you on the matter. Then a few minutes ago, I finally worked up the courage to try it. " I listened to her explanation and gave it my full attention.
"Well, when I was tied up a little while ago, it was an interesting experience. I thought back to the first night when you tied Stephanie up and she fell asleep like that. I was wondering if she was just playing around or if she really fell asleep like that. So, that's why I asked you if you ever fell asleep tied up before. I thought about trying it myself. I figured if I made it all night tied up, then I could know about this one way or the other and put the matter to rest. Anyways, this is going to sound a little stupid. I thought that if I was going to ask you to tie me up for a whole night I should head to bed early. That way if I cannot fall asleep tied up, I still have some time to get a good nights rest before morning. So, I ran out of her and started getting ready for bed. Sorry if leaving so early gave you the wrong impression."
Ashley finally stopped and took a couple of breaths. She was speaking so quickly that I was having a hard time keeping her words separate. Still, I got the majority of it. I let out a sigh of relief before continuing. I had drawn the wrong conclusions, but at least everything was OK. I couldn't contrive the right words to say so I just answered her approach with a simple nod. "Well then Jen let's get started." Ashley stated without any more discussion on the matter. She turned her back to me and brought her hands together in the middle of her lower back. "OK, I guess we can if you want to give it a try. Let me get some of the rope back out since I put all of it away." I replied as I crossed the room over to Stephanie's closet and removed a piece of rope from the dresser.
I began to uncoil it and came back across the room to where Ashley was standing. "All right, but turn around first." I instructed. "Why?" Ashley replied. "I am going to tie your hands in front instead of behind your back." Ashley looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a look of discontentment. "Look Ash, I have done this quite a bit growing up and it's really had to fall asleep with your hands tied behind your back. This will be more comfortable. Besides, if you decided you don't like it then you won't have to wake me up at 3:00 am to untie you." Ashley glared at me. "Jen, I promise that no matter what I won't wake you up at 3 in the morning over getting untied. I want to do this and I am going to spend the night like this no matter what."
The argument went on for about another 3 minutes on whether I should tie Ashley hands in front or behind her back. However, after she refused to change her mind, I played my trump card and won argument. Ashley turned around and brought her wrists together in front of her. I took the rope and looked them around her wrists parallel several times and cinched it off in the middle. I gave it a slight jerk, and made sure it was snug. I was careful not to make it really tight. I wanted it to be comfortable for her first night like this. Ashley looked down at the ropes and then brought her bound hands up and itched her nose. "You know Jen, if I wanted to get out of this it would be pretty easy." I nodded, "Yeah, it would but if you want to be tied up then you can just leave the ropes alone. If you want out at some point the option is there for you. Either way let's get you into bed."
Ashley nodded in agreement and then headed over to our bunk beds. She started trying to climb up into the bed, but it proved to be a lot harder than she thought it would be. The bed didn't have a ladder or really any good hand holds. Usually, you had to step on my bed and reach across. Once you got the other side you could pull yourself up. This proved rather difficult for Ashley to do with her hands tied together. After a few minutes of failed attempts, I came over and offered her a boost up. Ashley finally got both hands across the bed and managed to pull herself up. Once she reached her perch, she turned herself around and sat on the edge of the bed facing me.
"Shouldn't you lay down?" I asked looking up at her. "I will, but could you at least tie my feet together first. I don't want to be able to move around too much." I let out another sigh, but then I stopped and headed over towards the dresser to get a second piece of rope. I came back across my own bed and took hold of Ashley's ankles. Then I began tying them tougher with the piece of rope just above her slippers. I didn't to anything elaborate. Just a few coils and a center cinch like I had done to her hands earlier. "There, is that better?" "Yeah Jen it is." Ashley replied once I had finished tying her feet together.
My roommate scooted back in her bed and pulled her legs upwards. After a minute or two of shifting around, she lied down with her head against the pillow. Next, Ashley pulled her hood up and shifted onto her right side. Finally, she lifted her hands up and grabbed the big stuffed pikachu that was sitting at the head of her bed. She tucked it close to her chest and hugged it with her bound arms. "All right Jen, I am all set." "OK," I replied. I reached up and took hold of the covers at the foot of Ashley's bed. I pulled them up over her and brought them to rest just short of her head. "Sleep tight Ash, don't let the bed bugs bite." I stated with a sarcastic tone of voice. Ashley just laughed and wished me good night.
Once I was sure that Ashley was situated properly, I crossed the room and turned out the lights. I felt a yawn of my own coming on. It had been a long day and I was pretty tired myself. I decided that even though it was early, I should probably hit the hay myself. After all, Ashley was going to have a hard enough time sleeping without me keeping her up on top of the ropes. I made sure the door to our room was locked for the night and then I went back over to my own bed. Before I knew it, I was laying on my side tucked beneath my own covers.
I laid back in the darkness and stared up at the bed above me. For the first few minutes, Ashley just lied still and tried to go to sleep. However, I heard her shift around about 10 minutes after I had gotten into bed. Neither of us said anything. The next half hour or so, Ashley just shifted her position a couple of times. She was having a hard time getting comfortable bound up in the ropes like she was. However, a little while later the movement stopped all together. It seemed that she had finally found a manageable position to sleep in and was finally off to dream land. I took in a deep breath and let out one last deep sigh of relief. For as complicated of a day as it had been, everything worked itself out. I closed my own eyes finally content that Ashley would likely make it through the night without incident.
Sleep came easily to me as the evening moved forward. There were a lot of ideas flowing around in my head. I just needed to make some sense of them. Despite not being tied myself, I fell into s deep a quiet slumber. Suddenly, I was awakened by a loud and heavy 'THUD'.
More to come
Jennifer