When you're tied up and all alone, you test your ropes. I did, again and again. It was a pleasure. I had been tied well, hogtied well. I could strain hard and not hurt, but I couldn't get loose, either. I tried reaching for knots. I finally found them, but I could only touch them with a couple finger tips. I couldn't get any leverage to undo them. I tried loosening the fit by working my wrists around and around. The many loops frustrated my efforts. They gave just a little when only one or two were tight, but then they became solid as I was pushing or pulling on a dozen at the same time. I tried moving my wrists to a new postion, the same thing happened. I was tied good.
It seemed like forever, but I finally made a little progress. I slid one loop over a fist. I was elated! One could mean two, two would mean everything on my wrists could start loosening. I got two...
Then Trish came in! "Ho, ho! It's good I came back and checked." She put the loops back and added some more rope so my wrist coil was huger. The bigger the coil got, the more tingly I got. It was weird, but good.
"OK?" she asked. She was slowly moving her hands around the ropes that held me. It was a delicate, delicate touch that accentuated my bondage. I was tied and helpless, and Trish's touch made it more so. I felt the ropes circling my wrists, elbows, ankles, the tight rope stretching between my wrists and ankles.
I nodded yes. Her hands wandered from the bondage to my legs. A long stroke down the front of my leg, a long stroke up the back, then around and around my bottom. I was going berserk. I moaned softly.
"What?" Trish heard it and tipped me on to my side. She moved her face to mine. I could feel her breath as she looked me over. Her hand moved from my bottom to my tummy, the circles continued. There was a kiss... a nose kiss... a cheek kiss... a neck kiss... a nipple kiss... another nipple kiss. I couldn't contain myself. I heaved and moaned in pleasure. The gag was loose, but moaning was all I wanted to say. Trish moved her hand to play in my pussy hair. I thought about what I was doing, then I opened my legs as best I could. It hurt my ankles a lot, and it wasn't much of a motion, but in dramatic teasing stages, Trish took the invitation.
I moaned quietly again, Trish stayed with me. She was feeling my thrill, helping me higher and higher as I fought my ropes in ecstasy. Then... somehow... I ached instead. All of me ached, and it was time to get out of the ropes.
"Trish..." I said through my sock gag.
"Hush." Before I could finish Trish had pulled down my gag, kissed me long and deeply.
"Open wide." she pushed a nerf ball in my mouth. She tied the sock tighter this time, it slipped in my mouth as well.
"Soon it will be dark. Soon it will be time to meet... old Emo!"
Emo? I couldn't believed what I'd heard. Old Emo was dead... well, maybe not all the way dead. No one lived in his house 'cause he haunted it. I knew that, Trish knew that, Trish knew I knew that. What did she mean to do? Surely she wasn't serious.
I fought the ropes really hard after she left. I tried on my side, I managed to roll back on my stomach and try some more, I rolled to the other side to give my other hand leverage. I pulled 'til it hurt, but I was in these ropes 'til someone let me loose.
That didn't happen. Instead Trish and Rachel came back. "We're going to take you for a ride, but we'll retie you first, if you're a good girl." Trish said.
They got on my stomach again, took off the rope between my wrists and ankles and the rope around my elbows. My shoulders relaxed. "Slide your wrists around." said Trish. Slowly I twisted my wrists inside their loops so they were crossed instead of parallel, and my hands were up my back instead of over my butt. Trish then looped a rope from my wrists around my neck. It was snug but not tight; it would keep me from twisting my wrists back down.
"OK, Rachy." said Tish, and Rachel redid my ankles so my legs were parallel, not crossed. Now I could stand on them. The girls helped me stand up. I was unsteady, naked and blindfolded. Each girl took me by the arm and hopped me out of the room. This was wierd, totally wierd. I was hopping around naked, even if I couldn't see myself. Where could I be going?
"Oh my GOD!" I thought. Someone has just picked me up and put me over their shoulder like a sack of flour, AND IT'S NOT TRISH. "Mmmuff!" I say and I struggle real hard, real hard to get off. I stiffen, I straighten up and I bump my head on the ceiling.
"It's OK. It's OK." says Trish over and over. "Shhh." says Trish to whoever's holding me. "It's OK." back to me. I don't have much choice. I'm not dead or hurt. I relax, and I slump over on this person's shoulder so that they and I are more comfortable.
The person starts walking, and I try to figure out who is carrying me... OUTSIDE? I couldn't tell much. The person was big and strong and held my legs tighly behind the knees. The person was wearing a T-shirt, I felt arm skin and shoulder skin. I relaxed further so my head would bump their back, and my legs would bump their legs.
The person is wearing jean pants and... the muscles of their legs and back are firm. The fanny is small compared to the back... Oh my gosh! This is a man, and I'm naked! I'm being carried around naked on a man's back!
I would struggle more, but what good would it do? This is embarrasing, and I will get Trish to pay for this somehow. I promise.
I'm put down on the back seat. I'm tipped over and my head is in a lap, Trish's lap. The rest of me is covered with a blanket. We're really going to Ole Emo's?
Trish starts stroking my hair on the way. It feels good. She works down to my neck and back. I cuddle her a little, as best I can by rubbing her thighs and tummy with my head.. She starts following my bondage once again. My wrists, my back, my neck, the front of my kneck... down my chest... yes, she brushes my nipple. I thrill again.
Soon, too soon, we are there. Old Emo's? The driveway is long and gravel. We stop and people get out of the front. Trish and I stay in the car. It's minutes before they come back. Trish takes full advantage, "Relax. This is something you won't want to forget a moment of. You can't remember if you're tense." she rubs my nipples, tummy, and reaches down for my pussy. Then she stops, someone's coming. I'm tense again as the back door opens. I try to push the man off, but I can't see him, so it's not much of an effort, and I'm on his shoulder again.
The night air is cool on my naked skin, but inside it's hot and dry, like it was still afternoon. We go upstairs. Whoever's carrying me is good, I don't bump into things on the way. I help by being real still. Is it Greg? It might be, it sort of smells like him, but I haven't been that close to Greg yet to know for sure.