We sneak into Suzanne's room. I've dated Suzanne. She's a big, athletic redhead. Men like her, and she likes men, but don't come at her fast or she'll bounce you right off. She bounced me off a couple times until I learned to come at her slow; she fell in love with my neck massages. But I haven't convinced her that I'm the man of her dreams... tonight should change that.
She was sleeping on her side in pajamas. Young-gai waited at the door. I got the cuffs on her in two seconds while she still dead asleep, then I sat down on the bed stroked her neck while I waited for her to wake up. Yeap, she loved that massage, and she came out smiling, then wide awake, but calm. She just looked around, I didn't have to stop any screaming.
"It's Prisoner For A Night, night." I said quietly, "And you're guest of honor." She tried the handcuffs, and saw Young-gai in the doorway.
"I see I'm not the only one."
"I want you to roll over on your stomach with your hands in front of you." She did so. I pulled her legs up behind her, crossed them and tied her ankles, let them down, and hopped on her rump. I got a hold of one wrist, undid the cuff, and pulled the wrist behind her back, it came to rest high up her back just under her shoulder blades. I touched the other, it came behind too without protest. Rather than lock her again, I coiled a rope around her wrists. Three coils loosely around her wrists, then using part of another length of rope I cinched those wrist loops tightly--the rest of the 2nd rope went around her neck, that would hold her wrists high and comfortably, and make successful struggling difficult. She could enjoy struggling, but she was tied, and tied well.
I took off the cuffs and the ankle rope, and helped her out of bed. She didn't really need my help, she's plenty agile. But her body tone is wonderful to feel, so I helped anyway, and she enjoyed it too.
I heard a door open on to the hallway, and I heard bare feet. Young-gai was looking back out calmly. I came up to the door as Becky came walking by, looking like the world's cutest sleepy head.
"Hello Young-gai," she said, "did you have a nice time with Tom?" she asked, not seeming to notice the tight way Young-gai held her arms behind her.
"I still am." she answered as I walked up.
"An you can be part of it, too." I took Becky's wrists in my hands and gently closed a steel cuff around each. She made no protest. "I have to pee." she said, eyes only half open.
"Go do that and come back. We'll be in the TV room." I said. I've dated Becky, too. She's a wonder to look at with smooth skin, and long dark hair always held high in back with a comb or two. She uses a lot of make up, and uses it well. She's a true baby doll, she always acts sweet, sweet as sugar. It gets on your nerves after a while, but I was pretty sure she'd run true-to-form, even facing something as bizarre as finding me upstairs in her house after 1AM. She'd do what she was ordered to do, especially seeing Young-gai standing there calmly.
She looked a little dazed at the handcuffs around her wrists, then shrugged and headed off for the bathroom, I herded Suzanne and Young-gai to the upstairs TV room.
When we got there, I had them lie in the center of the floor, side-by-side on their stomachs, and I hogtied them.
"A technicality, perhaps, but I need you ladies to stay quiet for a few minutes." I stuffed a nerf ball in their mouths and tied it there with a cloth around both the mouth and the eyes.
As I finished I stood up to admire my handiwork. It was a sight, two lovely women, hogtied, blindfolded and gagged, waiting for me. And it would get better. Becky came in. She was looking more awake now, lovelier, and just as sweet. "I can believe I'm letting you capture me without make up." she said quietly as she came in. She came up to me and put her manacled hands on my arm. It was a tender touch, a wonderful baby doll touch, maybe she wasn't too sweet after all. And what she said wasn't quite true, she managed a moment to put something on her face, and it glowed wonderfully. "Do I belong there?" she pointed to Young-gai and Suzanne.
I looked, and thought, "No, lets have some variety." I took off the handcuffs. "Turn around, dear, and cross your wrists behind you." She did, and I tied those lovely white wrists together with rope over and under and sideways. I tied them to her waist, the soft nylon rope sliding gently over her shiny satin nightgown. I felt her tummy and tickled her a little as I pulled the rope around. She giggled quietly. I said, "Ah, ah." and I tied a cloth around her mouth. I had her sit on the couch, and I tied her ankles, mostly to let her enjoy the sensation. Heck, I didn't have to tie Becky at all, I could just tell her to stay here and be quiet. She wouldn't move, until some other authority figure gave her another command.
The neat part -- the part that made her such a sweet baby doll -- was she never did this out of fear. You didn't have to scare her, she just enjoyed being commanded.