The last two: This will be a challenge: Melene and Lynda sleep in the same room. I have only one set of handcuffs. These are the two O's I haven't dated. I've met Melene, she's chapter president. She's another tall girl with dark hair, and a cool personality. She's got a boyish figure, wears almost no jewelry, and she used to wear her hair short and boyish. But now she's letting it grow out. It's thick and wavy, and she wears it tied back with a small hair band. If you're into boyish figures accoutered with minimal accessories, she is a prize! I'm into boyish figures, as well as girlish figures, but she's avoided me so far. No longer! This evening she too will be mine!
Lynda is the opposite. She's an earthy, busty girl with bright blond hair who loves contact sporting. She's the nominal black sheep of the O's because she will occasionally forget herself and have fun with regular people. The others worry she will marry a pre-med in dermatology, an "art-for-art's sake" artist, or some other man who is comfortable to live with but destined for obscurity. That would mar the O's goal of a high profile reputation. Perhaps I should be the one to save her and the O's? But with so many other fine choices, I haven't given her much thought. Tonight though, she will get equal treatment, equal rope, and just as much thought.
Melene and Lynda sleep together just down the corridor. I check the ropes on my already bound beauties one last time. I move my hands around the loops of rope, cloth and tape that encircle and restrain my ladies. They are secure, and the ladies are responding nicely to my touch. I know my touch brings out the warm fuzzy sensations that come with being held, and those warm fuzzies will help hold these ladies still while I finish the final round of Phase One. I head down the corridor, slip quietly into the bedroom without turning on the lights, and close the door behind me.
After a few moments my eyes adjust to the light coming in from the window. The girls are in a bunk bed. The girl in the top, probably Melene, is lying on her arm, and her delicate, white wrist is next to the metal frame. I use the handcuff to attach that wrist to the frame. Melene starts waking up slowly.
I pull the covers off the lady in the bottom bunk. Yeah, this is Lynda for sure. She's lying on her stomach. I fold her legs up over her rump and hop on, pinning them to her rump. I go for a double arm lock now, getting one arm, then the other behind her. But when I start looping her wrists, she wakes up enough to struggle, and before I can tighten the rope, she slips a wrist out and gets it around in front of her. She tries to kick with her legs, but the way I'm sitting on them they don't move, all she can do is wiggle her toes. Damn! Stalemate! I need three or four arms to hold and tie her, but she can't get her legs free to run away. Not a stalemate, really, either lady could start screaming and I'd be hard pressed to stop them. How can I get those arms to stay behind without holding them?
I squeeze a loop of rope between her sides and upper arms and use it to pull her arms just a little behind her back. "Ouch!" she says quietly, and stops resisting. She lets me pull her arms behind her and leaves them there while I tie her wrists high. After I do that, I remove the elbow rope momentarily, then tie her elbows again with many loops in a neater, more comfortable way. Lynda is a solid woman, and as I let her sit up in her bed, her arms lie close to her body. Like Beth, her arms don't go far behind her, they fall parallel to her body. From the front you can see her elbows, and the ropes around them easily.
I turn my attention to Melene in the upper bunk. She's been watching and waiting calmly. "Turn around, dear," I say, "and put your wrists together behind you." Whoa! She's double jointed, and graceful. Even cuffed to the bed frame, she manages to slide around gracefully to a kneeling position. Her wrists and elbows come together behind her as she turns away from me. I slip loop after loop around her arms above and below her elbows, she arches her back to make more room for my hands to move between her arms and back. It's a delightful pose; I should have a camera. I knot the upper bondage and wrap her wrists with just three loops. I unlock the handcuffs and lift her out of bed. Lynda is solid, Melene is a featherweight -- there is nothing to her but bones and slender muscles that move those bones.
I lead these ladies back to the TV room and have them kneel at the end of the line, my catch is now complete. I have seven ladies... no eight, Caroline and the O's all tied and helpless in front of me. And the night is young! I hum a bit, from I've got rhythm, "Who could ask for anything more?" Then... once again I'm struck with this deja vu. I've got these seven ladies lined up on the floor, and when I look down them, I see... I see... I don't know what I see, but it sure feels strange.
"Ladies, we're going to have some fun tonight." I say.