A Teacher's Daydream (MF/F)

[TamatoaShiny123]

30-year-old Luna Alya used to be a high school English teacher as her day job. But her heart has a secret yearning: she wanted to be an escapologist, someone who could be tied up as tightly as possible and still escape to the delight of the crowd. After work (and sometimes in between classes), she would practice by tying herself up (or sometimes roping her colleagues into helping) and seeing whether or not she could get free. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn’t. But whatever the result, she would keep practicing, getting out of harder and harder bindings. Ropes, chains, tape, handcuffs, belts, you name it. She could even escape while blindfolded.

All of this is to say that she was practicing, which was paying off. Tonight, Luna was performing in a theater for a live audience of 1,000 people. It wasn’t like she was performing at a grand casino in Las Vegas or Madison Square Garden, but it was a true testament to how far her career had gotten. Luna was starting to make a name in the escapology game and even had some assistants to help her at shows. Speaking of shows, it was time for hers to begin.

The audience cheered as Luna stepped onstage. She was wearing a short red dress, tan pantyhose, and red flats. Her red hair was tied in a neat bun at the top of her head.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Luna spoke into the small wireless microphone taped to the side of her face, “you all came here to watch my escape from bonds that’d seem impossible for anyone else to get free from. However, with all the practice I’ve done throughout the years, you’ll soon see me free of the bindings that once held me.”

The audience cheered as a male and female assistant wheeled out a cart with tons of material on the top: handcuffs, rope, chains, handcuffs, tape, earplugs, a sleep mask, and several sponge balls.

Luna spread her arms and legs out to the sides as the assistants began to frisk every inch of her body, patting her down, checking the insides of her ears and mouth, combing through her hair, and checking between her fingers. Luna kicked her flats off, and each assistant checked inside a shoe before giving them back to her.

“As you all just saw,” Luna announced to the audience, “my assistants just ensured I had no hidden tools on my person I could possibly use to escape. And now that’s taken care of, it’s time for the tying. Tyler, the sleep mask, please.”

Tyler, the male assistant, took the sleep mask from the cart and placed it over Luna’s eyes. It was a thick mask with a hole for the nose. “I’ve been blindfolded, so I can’t have any hint on how to escape while being tied. There is no light coming through and no way I can cheat and peek under the mask.”

Janice, the female assistant, guided Luna’s arms in front of her. Taking two of the sponge balls, she had Luna squeeze the balls in her fist. She then took a roll of silver duct tape and wrapped Luna’s hands into silver mittens. “My hands and fingers have now been rendered seemingly useless. As you can imagine, this will make untying any knots or picking any locks incredibly difficult, if not impossible.”

The two assistants helped Luna sit down in a sturdy wooden chair at the center of the stage, with the back of the chair facing the audience. A dramatic instrumental began to play through the theater’s speakers while the assistants began to start tying her up: first, a pair of handcuffs with a short chain between each cuff was locked around each wrist. A small square of tape was placed over each keyhole. Next, a small belt was tightened over her elbows, and one went right under her shoulders. The tape roll was then employed to create a silver and sticky armbinder from right under her elbows to her fingertips.

“Unlike me right now, you can see that my hands and arms are completely bound behind my back,” Luna joked. “My legs will now be next.”

Janice pushed Luna’s legs together, took two chains, then snaked one around each leg of the chair from her ankle up to her knee. After knotting each part of the chain, she placed padlocks over each knot. After locking each padlock, a small strip of tape went over the keyhole.

The rest of Luna’s body was next to address. Tyler and Janice grabbed belts and placed them around her waist, shoulders, and lap. All of these would hold Luna’s body down to the chair.

The assistants spun the chair around so Luna faced the audience again. Tyler and Janice then removed Luna’s shoes again. They placed the keys of the handcuffs and padlocks inside the shoes, then placed them back on Luna’s feet.

“I can feel where my assistants placed the keys,” Luna said to the audience. “This was very clever of them. This not only makes reaching the keys I need very hard to do but also provides me a little bit uncomfortable, with the key’s teeth rubbing against my feet…is it a bad time to mention my feet are ticklish?”

The audience laughed.

“Now,” Luna continued, “I’m going to ask my assistants to remove my microphone and finish with my bindings. But before I do, I am going to ask you guys: how long will it take me to escape all these restraints?”

Luna listened to hundreds of answers being shouted from the crowd. There were some times that were completely impossible to do (“Three seconds!”) and some that were insulting (“Six hours…maybe more!”). But there was one that sounded reasonable…

“I heard thirty minutes,” Luna said. “Well, that’s what it shall be: I’ll escape within a half hour! Now, Tyler and Janice, finish the job, and I’ll talk with everyone in a half hour, hopefully less.”

Tyler removed the microphone from her cheek. Janice took a sponge ball from off the table and eased it inside Luna’s mouth. Tape was wound ten times around Luna’s lips to keep the ball inside. There was no way for her to use her teeth to bite at bonds now.

With that, the binding was done. Her hands were reduced to useless nubs, her arms were practically welded together, her legs were wrapped like snakes so they couldn’t move, and the belts forced her down to the chair. The keys were in a position where she couldn’t reach them, she couldn’t use her teeth, and she couldn’t even see what she was doing. But that never stopped Luna before, did it? This was her time to shine in front of the thousand people who paid to watch her escape. And that’s what she’d do.

Behind her, an electronic screen displayed a timer for thirty minutes. With a horn sound, the timer began to count down. Luna began her escape…

oOo

Riiiiiiiiiiiing

Luna’s attention snapped back to reality. As she was daydreaming, her English students had entered and taken their seats. The bell signaled it was time for class to start.

Luna shook her head at herself. She could daydream about her career progression later. Right now, it was time to do her job. “Good morning, everyone. Please take out the homework from last night and pass it forward so I can collect it.”

[Beaumains]

Nice to see another story from you. I loved the long introduction of the tie-up, beautiful show completed by the short finish, referring back to the start. Great short story.

[Caesar73]

A beautiful idea and perfectly written!

[Treville]

Nice story, very good description of the bondage.