We were both incredibly bored. It was two days before I was leaving for vacation, and we knew we weren't going to see each other for awhile. Of course, instead of doing anything remotely entertaining, we were sitting in Ryan's basement, fiddling around with his legos. So many legos (An entire ping-pong table covered, as well as several bins). But eventually decapitating little yellow men became boring, as to be expected, so we were at a loss of what to do. The interesting thing about Ryan's basement is the number of metal poles that are spread around the room and stretch from ceiling to floor. So when Ryan told me to go stand by one of them, I was a bit confused. Then I saw him holding the roll of duct tape, and realized what he intended to do. We had never done anything like this before, but neither of us are particularly conventional. I asked him
"Is this going to make you less bored?".
Ryan smirked and nodded. I sighed and went to go stand by one of the poles. As he held my wrists together behind the pole, I started to become a bit apprehensive. It's not that Ryan isn't trustworthy, but that he can be a bit prone to schadenfreude at times, and would definitely be amused by leaving me taped to a pole for several hours. He wrapped the tape around my wrists several times, and then proceeded to my ankles. For them, he did something a bit different, and after taping them together, he then taped them to the pole. I expected him to go even further, but he refrained from restraining my body anymore. Of course he attempted to gag me with the tape, but I didn't see that coming at the time, so I bit his finger when he tried. He didn't try again that time.
I'm ashamed to admit that I didn't escape the first time. It was high-quality duct tape, and to be truthful, I was kind of enjoying myself too much to escape on my own. After thirty minutes, he cut me free, but not until after he had teased me relentlessly.
So that's the end of this first narrative. I'm aware it was a bit bland, it was really more to set the stage for the second part, in which things get a bit more.. interesting.
