Six hours after I was in my hideout, with my ladies locked in their own bedroom, the media circus began. It may have begun earlier, but I was too tired to notice. After six hours I recovered enough to roll out of bed. I turned on the TV and allowed my ladies out of the bedroom. I let the ladies watch as they prepared me a meal. We all learned a lot.
In my plan, I was anticipating that I had 30 minutes before people thought something was amiss, and another thirty minutes after that before Ms. Wilson was discovered and the police were called in. In reality, it took two hours to discover Ms. Wilson, and another two hours before the police felt in control enough to evacuate the school. The ticky-tock clocks were perfect for the media -- there was endless detail on TV as the bomb squad "snuck up" on those, then carried them away for "controlled disposal" -- which meant they blew up the clocks in a strong box they had moved into the school parking lot -- a sad waste of toilet paper, indeed! It was not until next morning that the search for how we left began in earnest, and throughout the rest of that day it proved fruitless. Wow!
The best part of the media circus was their descriptions of the "hapless, abducted students and teachers" as they constantly called them. They did a lot of interviewing and came up with a lot of bio. We were all impressed and we all learned. None of us knew, for instance, that principal Rose was married and divorced. Or that she liked to work out before school by rowing a shell (boat) on Wonchon Lake. From what I could tell listening to the student comments, the media was pretty good at locating their friends and getting them to interview.
As for what I looked like, Ms. Wilson came up with an interesting description and a police sketch, but it didn't match that of the four students I left behind. In short, I was happy. I hadn't left much for the police or media to go on, and they hadn't found even half of that. The media loved the "vanished into thin air" aspect of the case. No one had a clue as to how I had come, how I had left, or what my vehicle looked like. No one knew why I had taken the women....
"Speaking of that... why did you take us?" That was Soo-Min asking, as I finished eating.
"That's something we should all talk about." I said, "And that will be best handled at a meeting. For a meeting, I need all you ladies in here, and tied up." We were all going to learn how a "meeting" in this Brave New World was conducted.
I used rope now, instead of tape. It's easier to put on and take off, and more comfortable. I personally tied all the girls this time. For most meetings I wouldn't bother, but this was the first, and these were still fine, fine women in my eyes. This time it was no bother, it was a deep, deep pleasure. Each took to the rope a little differently. Those with no experience being tied up simply crossed their wrists behind them and held them close to their back. I had to work to get the rope behind the crossed wrists, and I simply tied them with loops over-and-under and around. Those with more experience held their wrists lower, and either thumb-to-thumb or with one hand in the palm of the other. These I tied with mostly around loops, and a cinch.
I did the teachers last. Melene came first and held her wrists high. She was flexible and she could lift her arms to her bra line. I looped her upper arms first, then tied her wrists to that upper arm loop. Umm... she was turned on, and so was I! Yes, she was no stranger to bondage. Suzanne was a stranger, but as she walked up she said, "I want to learn." and she turned around and crossed her arms over her back like a beginner. Now was not the time for advanced lessons, so I simply tied her like a beginner, but I moved my hands up and down her arms when I was finished. She enjoyed that.
"Ladies." I said when all were tied and sitting comfortably in the living room, "This is how we will conduct meetings. You will be tied in some fashion. While you are tied, you may speak your mind. While we are meeting I may wish to enjoy one or more of you more closely." I sat in a chair in front of the ladies. "Melene, if you will kindly assist me for a moment...." I motioned for her to come to me. She got up gracefully, and came over. I patted my lap, and with even more grace, she planted herself in it. Hmmm... so far, it was a great choice bringing her along. "In a way such as this." I concluded. I didn't do anything special when she sat down, I just put one hand on her lap, and rubbed her back a bit with the other.
"A few minutes ago, Soo-Min asked me the number one question on your minds, 'Why are we here?' I'm not going to hold you in suspense any longer. You are here to start a whole new life. It will be a life very different from the one you were planning on living, but, in the long run, one that should be even more rewarding.
"Fate selected you. I selected the time and place to start this little adventure, but fate put you in that classroom this morning at the time the lockdown started.
"Your new life is one in which you will do a lot of building and baby-making...."
"We will do what?" it was Cindy, "I want to be a doctor, not a mother."
"You will be a doctor and a mother," I replied, "and much more. You will be anything the community needs, when the community needs it."
"This is not about kidnapping and ransom?" she continued, "I want this to be about kidnapping and ransom. My parents have a lot of money, you know. If you treat me well, you'll get a lot of money when you give me back to them... unharmed." She said this all with great confidence. It was clearly something she had been thinking about since the lockdown started, and perhaps even before that. Some people fantasize about kidnapping.
But then I looked around at the other girl's faces.... Wow! I could read in their faces that they'd been talking about this all the time I was sleeping. It was causing them distress that I hadn't started this conversation with something like, "You are all kidnapped, and I'm waiting to collect ransom. When that happens, you'll all be released."
I was going to have to change my plans a bit....
"...I will be talking to your families about ransom, but it may take some time to get organized because I want it all paid at one time. I'm not going to run some kind of taxi service, here. In the meantime, we will go through the building exercises I've been talking about...."
That first week was tough. The situation was brand new to the girls, so they had no idea what I wanted from them. Worse, they had not been raised with any intention of becoming homebodies, so their domestic instincts had been suppressed -- they had no idea how to keep a home! The first week in the hideout was Basic Training in being an Old Fashioned Home Caring-for Woman.
They didn't like it, but I was their kidnapper, so they didn't rebel at what I was asking for. But... they did piss and moan and caterwaul constantly! I overheard constant arguments about who was going to do what, and what people had missed doing. Finally, on Thursday of that first week, I had them all wear tape gags for the day. They could take them off only to say something important, and only when they could say it pleasantly. They got the message, and that proved to be the height of the Homemaking Crisis. After that, they understood more, and they worked things out quietly. That first week was an unpleasant experience for all, but it was a good first step in bonding.