## Jess's Bad Day

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Sun May 09, 2010 11:17 pm

Hey Guys
I have another story ready... which is basically me fantasizing about a friend I have. As before I've tried to be as faithful to her personality as I could. And unlike most of my stories, this one is really short, and really simple. There's two things you should know:
1. I wasn't paying too much attention when I wrote this, so it's not written very well.
2. Since I know her I didn't think to put in a physical description. I considered adding one, but I figure you can just picture whoever you want to.
Hope you enjoy it.
Jess's Bad Day
It was really easy to tell, Jess had had a bad day.
While she sat at the dinner that Iâ€™d held for all my college friends, she hardly said a word to anybody, which was quite unlike her. Though she was sometimes prone to emotional problems, it was unlike her to be so reclusive at such a social gathering.
As weâ€™d finished eating, Iâ€™d stood up to take the dishes in, and she stood to carry some in with me. Normally I would have insisted she stayed sitting down, but I knew it would afford me a chance to talk to her in private for a minute, so I said nothing as we carried armloads of plates into the kitchen.
â€œHey, are you doing ok?â€ I asked her.
â€œYeah, Iâ€™m ok.â€ She replied quietly.
â€œYouâ€™re a terrible liar.â€
She stood silent for a minute.
â€œMark?â€ I asked.
â€œYeah.â€ She sighed.
Calvin was her off and on boyfriend. Because Jess could sometimes be self-destructive, he would understandably get frustrated with her every once in a while. And when he did, she would get self-destructive about that. So the cycle went on.
â€œWhat happened this time?â€ I asked.
â€œLong story.â€
â€œTell you what, you can tell me later, when everybody goes home. Ok?â€
â€œAlright.â€
True to our words, we went about the rest of the evening with our friends until the gathering dispersed around one oâ€™clock. I wasnâ€™t really tired and Jess didnâ€™t seem to be either.
â€œOk. You still want to hear about it?â€ She asked.
â€œYeah.â€
â€œOk.â€
She started walking back to the kitchen, but I was a little spooked when I heard one of my sisters prowling about upstairs, and I think she was listening in on what I was saying. Not wanting my sisters to overhear our conversation, I suggested to Jessica:
â€œIâ€™m house sitting for some of our friends who live a block away, since I have to go over there tonight anyway, why donâ€™t we go there and shoot pool?â€
She agreed and off we went.
Iâ€™d never minded housesitting for our friends the Bishops. It was in many ways nicer than ours, and they had a pool table, a killer stereo system in that room, and an awesome home theatre.
So we hopped into Jessâ€™s car and made the thirty second drive over to the Bishopsâ€™s place.
We parked on the street and went inside.
I guided Jess into the family room with the pool table and she started chalking the ends of the cues while I ran downstairs to their extra fridge to grab a couple of ginger beers. (Great stuff!) I noticed the shop door right by the stairs, it was one of the largest rooms in the house, crammed with tools and other hardware, but they rarely ever used it. I myself had done a couple of projects in it, so I knew my way around it fairly well. Little did I know how useful this would turn out to be.
Taking the ginger beers upstairs, we started a game of pool and Jess began to pour out her heart. It started by her telling me about the latest hiccup with her boyfriend, which turned into the sad tale of their relationship in general, etc, etcâ€¦ and on it went.
Iâ€™m not trying to sound like I begrudged her telling me all that stuff, but she did talk for quite a while. So much so we had just started our third round when she finished.
I gave her a hug and we quietly kept playing.
She seemed happy to have gotten all of that stuff off her chest, and we played happily for a few more minutes.
I was solid colors that round, and I was aiming to sink the four ball (I think), when she grabbed my arms in messed up my shot. I laughed it off and we kept playing, but she did the same thing to my next shot. After that though, Iâ€™m not sure what she was trying to accomplish, but she kept grabbing at my shoulders and arms. Maybe she was trying to tickle me, I donâ€™t know.
â€œStop that!â€ I yelled jokingly.
She kept on doing it.
â€œStop!â€ I yelled again.
She just smirked, then stuck out her tongue.
In the tense silence that followed I tried to take another shot, she came in for another swoop, until I jumped out of the way and ruined her plans.
â€œSeriously! Stop orâ€¦ Iâ€™ll tie you up!â€
I couldnâ€™t believe the suggestion Iâ€™d made. My taste for bondage was a secret that I had never divulged to anyone. I couldnâ€™t believe that I just said it. But hopefully she just thought it was an off-handed remark. Which itâ€¦ kinda wasâ€¦ Wasnâ€™t it?
She smirked again.
â€œYou wouldnâ€™t.â€ She declared proudly.
My mind reeled as I realized she was daring me. Could it possibly be?
â€œOh wouldnâ€™t I?â€
She flared up her eyebrows.
Smirking right back at her, I said: â€œFine. Iâ€™ll be right back.â€
I took off almost too quickly out of the room and back down the basement too the shop. Thank the good Lord that I knew my way around it. I opened the door and took a sharp right. A cabinet unit was set against the wall right next to the door, which had plastic draped down it, with two by fours on the ends to weight them down. I reached past one and grabbed one of the rolls of duct tape the Bishops kept there.
I took off to the other side of the nearby work desk, looking for any rope. But much to my dismay there was none to be found. I gave up. Knowing the duct tape was all I had I grabbed a pair of scissors, turned of the lights and left the shop.
Jess was standing on the other side of the pool table, looking a poster on the wall when I returned.
She spun around, seeing the roll of duct tape in my hand, she raised her eyebrows.
â€œYouâ€™ll have to catch me first!â€ She said.
I donâ€™t think sheâ€™d had time to think through the fact that there was only one door to the room and I was standing in front of it. So she started running towards me, while I just stood and blocked the door.
After she realized this, she turned around, sliding back toward me on the carpet while she turned. I propelled myself forward and dived under the pool table, grabbing her legs as I did.
â€œThat was easy.â€ I laughed.
But she still wasnâ€™t going down with a fight.
I held on to her leg as I put the duct tape on top of the pool table and stood up. She tried to used her arms to fight me off, but I took hold of her right upper arm and moved behind her.
Managing to hold her flailing left arm with my other hand, I pulled both of them behind her and grabbed them both with the crook of my left arm. At the same time I took my other hand and grabbed the tape.
Pulling a strip off the role with my teeth, I stuck the strip to her right wrist, pulled her palms together and looped around.
Once Iâ€™d made a complete revolution things got much easier, I could use both hands as I wrapped the tape around her wrists again and again. I donâ€™t know how many times. It was a lot.
When I was done, I put the tape back on the floor and looked over smugly.
â€œThere, thatâ€™s better.â€ I said.
I took up my pool cue and tried to take another shot. Now you may ask: â€œWhy did he just tape her hands? Why not finish the job?â€ Well, at that point I wasnâ€™t sure how far Jess could comfortably go with this. So I figured that if she couldnâ€™t handle more than just having her hands taped, she wouldnâ€™t do anything at this point. If she could, sheâ€™d still try to bug me with her feet, or by running into me.
Fortunately, she started running at me with her taped hands, trying to tackle me.
â€œOk fine, apparently this isnâ€™t enough!â€ I said.
â€œNope.â€ She replied.
Quickly I decided how I was going to secure her and set to work. Grabbing one of her bound arms I pulled her over to one of the legs of the pool table.
â€œOk, youâ€™re going to sit down. Donâ€™t make me drag you.â€ I said.
I guess she realized she didnâ€™t have much choice and sat down against the table leg. I crawled under the table and took the tape and scissors that Iâ€™d brought up earlier. Carefully, with both hands at the ready, I cut the tape on her wrists off, and quickly dropped the scissors and held both of her arms, pulling them around the pole, and yanking the old tape off at the same time.
â€œOuch.â€ She whispered.
â€œSorry.â€ I said meekly.
With her hands now behind the pole I did it all over again, taking the tape and wrapping layer after layer between her wrists, palms inward.
After Iâ€™d wrapped those with many layers of tape, I ripped it off and emerged from under the table.
I stayed on my knees and crawled over to her feet. She didnâ€™t try to fight as I pulled them together and gave them the same treatment as her wrists, layers and layers of tape.
When that was done, I stood up.
â€œNow! Youâ€™re not going anywhere.â€ I said.
She tried pulling against her bonds (Somewhat meekly if you ask me).
â€œNo I donâ€™t think I am.â€
Suddenly an evil and unnecessary thought crept across with my mind. With the role still in my hand, I started pulling a strip off of it.
Within a minute Jess had realized what I was thinking.
â€œOh no. No! No! No! Nommmmmphâ€
I took the strip and plastered it over her lips.
She gave me a death glare as I smirked. I could tell she was enjoying herself, even if she was trying to stare me into having a heart attack. She definitely could have gotten the tape off if sheâ€™d tried. But she didnâ€™t.
I shot pool for a little while longer until Iâ€™d sunk all the solid balls. I offered to let her have her turn a couple of times and then gave the predictable: â€œOh but I guess you canâ€™t.â€ line.
When I was finished I put all the balls away and put the cues back into their holder on the wall and sat down on the wall opposed to my prisoner.
I knew I shouldnâ€™t have, but I tickled her feet a little bit, which made her flail around somewhat, but she wasnâ€™t all that ticklish.
After a few more minutes, I reached over and pulled the tape from her lips, and after reaming me out for a minute, I sat back and we just kept talking. Talking like any normal teenagers would, except one of us was tied to a pool table. Imagine that.
After a little while, the clock struck 3 Am.
â€œI need to go home.â€ She said.
â€œYeah I guess so.â€
I crawled behind her and cut the tape.
Once she was totally free I asked:
â€œYou looked like you kinda enjoyed that.â€ I said.
â€œI did, believe it or not.â€
â€œCool.â€
â€œI am so going to have to get you back though.â€
â€œIâ€™m looking forward to it.â€ I smirked.
If only she knew just how much I was looking forward to it.
I saw her to the front door and we had a very long hug before she left. I donâ€™t know if sheâ€™s in to TUGS. But I suspect so, and I certainly hope so.
As always, thanks for reading, and please leave a comment.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: Jess's Bad Day

Post by bondagefan » Mon May 10, 2010 1:51 am

Good story but was it all fiction or partly true just names changed.

### Re: Jess's Bad Day

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Mon May 10, 2010 1:32 pm

The characters are real, but the situation is completely fictional. Names changed of course.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: Jess's Bad Day

Post by ilikebeingtiedup » Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:43 pm

very sweet story.