Jamie Gets Payback On Me (Parts 1, 2 & 3) (f/m)
Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 8:22 am
I recently discovered this site and I love the stories. I have a few myself of the f/m variety. Here is one that happened several years ago when I was in college.
When I worked in a maintenance job in a local park one summer I became friends with many of my fellow maintenance crew members. We were all students on break and had a lot of fun working outdoors. One of the best friends I made was Jamie – she was wild and fun and hilarious. We were just good friends, never dated, but got very close in a touchy-feely kind of way. Lots of hugging and playing and we became really tight.
Jamie had bright blonde hair past her soldiers, really bright blue eyes and was very well endowed – she was a soccer player and very athletic, and stood about 5’7.
She was very attractive. I was tall and skinny and I guess fairly attractive. We had a ton of fun that summer, me and Jamie and a ton of others.
For very quick backstory, one day in mid-summer at the very end of the day Jamie and I got into a water fight. We were the only ones left and it was a Friday at the end of our work week. It started with her literally dumping a half-filled water cooler over my head and it escalated. It ended with me turning the hose on her and soaking her head to toe. I got very wet – she was SOAKED. We laughed and swore this was not over and all that kind of good stuff, but because neither of us worked the weekend and didn’t hang out that Saturday or Sunday, come Monday morning something else caught our attention and within a couple of weeks we had moved on.
Anyway. It was a Saturday that we were both off – it was two weeks and a day since our water fight. Jamie’s parents, sister and brother were out of town, but Jamie stayed to go to a party that some other friends of mine were having and they had asked Jamie to come. We had become good friends like that – mixing and matching with each other’s friends pretty easily. So we figured I would come over early in the day and hang out with Jamie at her empty house all day, and then we would head out later that night to the party. I was planning to sleep over too – again we were platonic and it made more sense than that 40 minute drive home.
(She lived a few towns away from me in a rural part of the state)
So I arrived and Jamie was watching a movie on the VCR from the 70s or 80s. Jamie was wearing green camouflage pants with olive green socks and she wore a grey tee-shirt. Her shoes were off when I arrived so I took mine off too. I brought clothes to change into later, so for now I was only wearing sweat pants and a light blue tee shirt and white socks.
I came in and she and I were sitting on the couch in her house around noon and half-watching this movie, not really paying attention. I noticed it was a videotape and Jamie said yeah, she turned the TV on and it was already in the VCR for whatever reason and she just decided to put it on.
I don’t recall what the movie was, but it had to do with a kidnapping, and it featured a lot of shots of a typically bound and gagged damsel in distress.
I remember that it was Jamie who brought up the damsel in distress on the screen, and that’s important, I would come to realize. She said, “I wonder if people really could escape from being tied up like that?” This pretty woman onscreen had her hands tied behind her back with rope and her feet bound with rope, with a bandana in her mouth as a gag.
“In real life? Sure – anyone can escape that,” I said.
“Anyone?” Jamie said. “Even you?”
“From being tied up with rope? Yeah. There’s no way it’s as hard to escape as they make it on TV,” I said.
“So if I tied you up you could escape? You think so? I was a Girl Scout you know,” Jamie said with a laugh.
“Within 5 minutes I could get loose!” I said, laughing. “OK, maybe 10.”
For backstory, I was 19 at the time, but when I was a bit younger (maybe 13-14) a female cousin and I used to play tie-up games a lot, and at first I couldn’t get out of it, but then she showed me the ropes (so to speak J) and the tricks to do it. It had been a while since I was tied up but I felt confident I could still escape ropes.
“Sounds like you want to make a bet, buddy!” Jamie said, standing up. “We’ve got plenty of rope in the basement. How about I tie you up and you see if you can escape? The loser buys lunch!”
This sounded fun and the idea of playing tie-up games with a girl still really appealed to me.
“You’re on! Do your best!” I challenged.
“OK. Get on the carpet face down. I’ll be right back,” Jamie said, hopping to her feet and running down to the basement to get ropes.”
I did and she was back with a whole bunch of rope a minute later.
“Put your hands behind your back and put your feet together,” Jamie said and I did. She crouched next to me and tied my hands behind my back pretty tightly with a long piece of rope. It took her some time and I have to admit it was pretty tight.
“And now the feet,” Jamie said, but first she pulled my socks (shin-length) up so they were taut. “Gotta have your socks pulled up all the way – if they slip down it could give you an advantage.”
“Whatever,” I said, mostly into the carpet because that’s where I was facing with my hands tied behind me. “Whatever you do I’m getting loose.”
“We’ll see about that,” Jamie said with a giggle, and then she tied my feet over my socks at the ankles. She used two long pieces of rope and, again, it took some time. When she was done my feet were pretty tightly tied.
“OK – can I escape now?” I asked, moving around a bit.
“Not yet!” Jamie said, holding me in place. “I’m not done!”
Next Jamie crouched down over me, after she had tightly tied my hands behind my back and my feet together with the rope, and lifted my feet up.
“What are you doing?” I asked, face down on the floor and turning my head to look at her to my left. “Why aren’t you done?”
“Not even close,” Jamie said with a giggle. “Hold your feet still. I’m hogtying you.”
“You’re what?!” I asked, attempting to roll over. Jamie grabbed me my by lower back and used her socked foot to roll me back over.
“I’m hogtying you! I’m tying your hands to your feet so you can’t go anywhere!” Jamie said, now giggling more.
I squirmed but wasn’t going anywhere, a point Jamie made clear a second later as I felt her tying my feet and hands together with more rope.
“You’re such a squirmer! That’s why I have to hogtie you if I want to win this bet,” she chuckled, completing the knot and officially hogtying me. My feet were at a 45 degree angle to the ground, tied to my bound hands.
“Jamie, our bet is…” I said before she got up and rolled me onto my back with her foot.
“Our bet was that I could tie you up and you can’t escape!” Jamie said, standing over me with her arms folded in front of her, a big smile on her face and her socked feet right by my head. “And that’s exactly what I did – you’re not going anywhere! You have 10 minutes to escape! But first…”
“But first what?” I said, attempting with no luck to sit up while Jamie walked across the den to a desk and opened the drawer. She was giggling in a kind of sinister way.
“But first I’m going to gag you!” she said, approaching me with a roll of white duct tape. She crouched down, tore off a piece and I yelled, “No!”
Jamie stopped and put her hand over my mouth.
“No yelling – that’s why I have to gag you,” she said with a grin. I tried to yell into her hand but it held tight as Jamie crouched over me with the piece of duct tape in her other hand, dangling from her finger. “Plus, the girl in the movie was gagged, so you get gagged. Here we go – no more talking!” And Jamie calmly taped my mouth shut, adding two more pieces and smoothing it out. I couldn’t say a word.
“Done! Tied up and gagged and my prisoner, just like the girl on TV. I guess I could have used a bandana or a sock, but taping your mouth shut seems more effective,” Jamie giggled, getting to her feet and standing over me. “Now, you can start to try and escape, but it’s going to be clear in a minute you’re not going anywhere! When the clock reads 12:50, you lose!”
Jamie then sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table, while I started to writhe around on the floor, grunting under the gag. Uh oh, I thought – she tied me up pretty tight.
“There goes my squirmer again!” Jamie teased from the couch. “You were so cocky. But when I tie someone up they STAY tied up! Just ask my little brother!”
(Jamie had an older sister who was about 21 named Janine and a younger brother about 12 named Jared. Janine worked at the park too and was a friend).
I writhed and squirmed and rolled around the room but the hogtie held, and I saw on the digital clock by the TV (on the VCR) that the time was running out. 12:50 was the cutoff, and now it was 12:45…12:46…
“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Jamie said, getting to her feet and coming over to check the ropes. I winced as she reached down, thinking she was going to hit me or mess with me in some way, but she laughed. “Not only are you a squirmer, you’re a flincher too! Relax. I’m just checking the ropes for your progress. And you’ve made none!”
Jamie sat down on the floor with her feet stretched out near my head as I strained and strained to get the ropes loose, but I wasn’t going anywhere. 12:48.
“Two minute warning kiddo!” Jamie said she gently nudged my head with her foot. “Not looking too good!”
More squirming, writhing, grunting – everything I could do. I even tried to get my gag off by rubbing my face against the carpet but couldn’t even do that. Jamie laughed as the clock shows 12:49. I went into overdrive, flopping around and doing everything in my power to get untied, but no dice. I was sweating now and worn out and the clock read 12:50.
“You lose!” Jamie said, hopping to her feet and clapping and kind of dancing around me while I just sighed and laid my head back on the carpet and grunted into the gag. “I told you – I was a Girl Scout! You shouldn’t have challenged me to tie you up. Janine and I tie Jared up like once every week or two, and he can never escape either! Plus Janine has tied me up more than once and I learned all her tricks on how to do it right!”
I tried to talk but obviously anything I had to say was muffled by the gag. I was telling her she won and I lost and I owed her lunch. And it was time to untie me.
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying – you shouldn’t try and talk with a gag in your mouth,” Jamie taunted with a laugh. Then she put her hand over her mouth and impersonated me to make fun of me: “Mmmm…hmmm…mmmmmmm!”
I laughed at this and shook my head, and then made my eyes wide and nodded towards my bound hands and feet, as if to say, “You won – you can untie me now.”
Jamie caught on and crouched down and said, “OK, you’ve been quiet long enough. Let’s get your gag off and you can congratulate me on my victory for real!”
And she quickly pulled the three pieces of tape off together.
“Ow!” I said. “That hurt!”
“Sorry, only way to take tape off someone’s mouth. It’s like taking a band aid off – you have to do it quickly otherwise it hurts a lot more!” Jamie said and then sat down at my head with her knees folded in front of her and tousled my hair. “What do we do now, Bobby?”
“Where do you want to eat? I owe you lunch,” I said.
“Oh that’s OK, I’m not hungry,” Jamie said back.
“So you don’t want to go to lunch? It’s on me – I lost,” I said.
“Nah,” Jamie said, now folding her legs in and sitting what we used to call Indian Style. “You don’t have to do that. Winning is enough for me!”
“OK. So what do we do now? You want to go out somewhere? Finish watching the movie? Hang out outside?” I asked, but Jamie looked at me puzzled.
“This movie stinks, so no thanks,” Jamie chuckled. “And we can’t go anywhere.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you’re all tied up, silly? I can’t exactly load you into my car with your hands and feet tied!” Jamie laughed, tousling my hair again.
“Well, yeah. But you’re going to untie me now,” I said matter of factly.
Jamie just looked down at me, grinned, and winked.
“You ARE going to untie me, right?” I asked a little more strongly. “That WAS the deal!”
“Deal? I don’t remember any deals. I just remember you saying you could escape in 10 minutes if I tied you up, and clearly you can’t. There was no deal,” Jamie said.
“No, the deal was if I could escape you buy me lunch, and if I couldn’t I buy you lunch!” I insisted.
“But I told you, I’m not hungry,” she repeated with a smile.
“But…but…Jamie, untie me!” I demanded, yelling.
“No,” Jamie said, getting to her feet and walking across the room.
She was getting the roll of duct tape again!
“Believe me, the LAST thing I am going to do right now is untie you! You’re my prisoner – why should I let you go?” Jamie said, approaching me menacingly with the duct tape in her hands
Now I was yelling and laughing nervously. “Jamie, you can’t just leave me tied up!”
“Why not?” Jamie asked with another laugh, bending down again. “And if you’re going to yell like that, I’m going to have to gag you again.”
Jamie went to tear a piece of tape off by I starting squirming around and shouting
“No No No!!!” over again to make it harder. So then she put the tape down and put her hand over my mouth.
“I AM going to gag you. But if you’re going to resist and make things difficult maybe I should get a bandana or handkerchief to out in your mouth instead, huh?
Or better yet, maybe I should get one of my socks?” she asked.
“MM – MM,” I yelled into her hand. As if to say “NO!” to the sock idea.
“I played soccer with some friends the other night and the socks I wore are still in my hamper. Would you prefer it if I gagged you with those socks?” Jamie asked, holding her hand tightly over my mouth. “I know they’re dirty, but probably a pretty effective gag, right? I can shove one sock in your mouth and then tie the other one around your head to hold it in place?”
I shook my head hard and closed my eyes to indicate “Please DON’T!”
“Are you going to yell when I take my hand off your mouth?” Jamie asked.
I shook my head no.
“Promise?!” Jamie asked in a harder way, tightening her hand over my mouth.
I shook my head harder to say “NO!”
“Are you going to fight me when I gag you with the duct tape?” Jamie asked.
“Because if you are I’ll go get my socks!”
“NNnnnnnnnnnnn!” I said, trying to say, “No!”
“Good! Looks like my squirmy wormy is using his head!” Jamie laughed while taking her hand off and picking up the duct tape. “What a great nickname! Squirmy Wormy! You like that?”
“Jamie, you don’t have to gag me…” I said quietly, but she cut me off.
“Sure I do – you’ll make too much noise otherwise,” Jamie responded and tore a piece of duct tape off and then taped my mouth shut with it, then with a second piece. “I know the house is far from the road, but if you’re a squirmer, you’re probably a screamer too. And someone could hear you crying for help. Plus it would annoy the hell out of me. So it’s easier if I just gag you!”
I didn’t resist and after the third piece of tape I was once again gagged, as well as hogtied.
Jamie rolled me over and knelt down next to me.
“Have you figured out what’s going on yet?” Jamie asked in a really serious way.
I honestly hadn’t. And that question made me incredibly nervous.
Jamie leaned back and placed her feet on my chest as I was sort of laying on my back.
“You see these socks?” Jamie said, wiggling her feet in front of my face to show me her olive-colored socks.
I nodded, now concerned as to what she was going to do with them.
“These socks are clean and dry as a bone…now!” Jamie said. “But a couple weeks ago, these were the socks I was wearing when you drenched me with the hose! My boots were soaked through so badly that my socks were totally soaked too! I had to take my shoes and socks off and drive home in my bare feet! Did you know that??! In my bare feet!!!”
Oh no!
“I told you I would get you back for what you did to me with the hose,” Jamie giggled with a sneer in her voice. “And today is the day I get revenge!”
OH NO!
“The movie (honestly can’t remember what it was called) did the trick, huh? I put it on to get us talking about being tied up. Otherwise I was going to have to overpower you and tie you up that way – this was way easier!” Jamie laughed, now rubbing a socked foot along my face. “You are SO dead!”
I tried to yell but Jamie placed her foot over my taped mouth, laughing some more.
“Are you trying to ask me something?”
“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?” I yelled into the gag but it wasn’t very clear.
“Sorry,” Jamie said, removing her foot and sitting up now alongside me. “The gag makes it too hard to hear. Try slowing down – what are you asking me?”
“WHAT – ARE – YOU – GOING – TO – DO – TO – ME,” I pleaded, trying to be heard through the gag.
“What am I going to do to you?” Jamie taunted, her face now close to mine.
I nodded up and down like a madman!
“I’m gonna punish you for what you did to me. Make you suffer!”
“I planned it all out. Step 1, lure you over here. Step 2, trick you into letting me tie you up and gag you. Step 3, kidnap you. Step 4, torture you!”
And when Jamie said that she started giggling like crazy, until soon she was in an all out laughing fit.
OH GOD!, I thought. I closed my eyes and rolled the other way. Or at least I tried to. But Jamie caught me and kept me from rolling over for a second.
“You’re not going anywhere, Bobby!” Jamie taunted again as she held onto my shoulder to keep me from getting away. “I’ll be right back, and then I’ll tell you a story. It will give you a clearer picture of what’s going to happen to you today.”
I groaned and Jamie let go of me and I flopped back onto my stomach, unable to do much of anything while hogtied. Jamie got up and snickered a little as she walked out of the room.
“Don’t go anywhere!” she yelled back in a taunting way. Leaving me bound and gagged on the floor and wondering what Jamie was about to do to me.
Part 2 to come shortly.
When I worked in a maintenance job in a local park one summer I became friends with many of my fellow maintenance crew members. We were all students on break and had a lot of fun working outdoors. One of the best friends I made was Jamie – she was wild and fun and hilarious. We were just good friends, never dated, but got very close in a touchy-feely kind of way. Lots of hugging and playing and we became really tight.
Jamie had bright blonde hair past her soldiers, really bright blue eyes and was very well endowed – she was a soccer player and very athletic, and stood about 5’7.
She was very attractive. I was tall and skinny and I guess fairly attractive. We had a ton of fun that summer, me and Jamie and a ton of others.
For very quick backstory, one day in mid-summer at the very end of the day Jamie and I got into a water fight. We were the only ones left and it was a Friday at the end of our work week. It started with her literally dumping a half-filled water cooler over my head and it escalated. It ended with me turning the hose on her and soaking her head to toe. I got very wet – she was SOAKED. We laughed and swore this was not over and all that kind of good stuff, but because neither of us worked the weekend and didn’t hang out that Saturday or Sunday, come Monday morning something else caught our attention and within a couple of weeks we had moved on.
Anyway. It was a Saturday that we were both off – it was two weeks and a day since our water fight. Jamie’s parents, sister and brother were out of town, but Jamie stayed to go to a party that some other friends of mine were having and they had asked Jamie to come. We had become good friends like that – mixing and matching with each other’s friends pretty easily. So we figured I would come over early in the day and hang out with Jamie at her empty house all day, and then we would head out later that night to the party. I was planning to sleep over too – again we were platonic and it made more sense than that 40 minute drive home.
(She lived a few towns away from me in a rural part of the state)
So I arrived and Jamie was watching a movie on the VCR from the 70s or 80s. Jamie was wearing green camouflage pants with olive green socks and she wore a grey tee-shirt. Her shoes were off when I arrived so I took mine off too. I brought clothes to change into later, so for now I was only wearing sweat pants and a light blue tee shirt and white socks.
I came in and she and I were sitting on the couch in her house around noon and half-watching this movie, not really paying attention. I noticed it was a videotape and Jamie said yeah, she turned the TV on and it was already in the VCR for whatever reason and she just decided to put it on.
I don’t recall what the movie was, but it had to do with a kidnapping, and it featured a lot of shots of a typically bound and gagged damsel in distress.
I remember that it was Jamie who brought up the damsel in distress on the screen, and that’s important, I would come to realize. She said, “I wonder if people really could escape from being tied up like that?” This pretty woman onscreen had her hands tied behind her back with rope and her feet bound with rope, with a bandana in her mouth as a gag.
“In real life? Sure – anyone can escape that,” I said.
“Anyone?” Jamie said. “Even you?”
“From being tied up with rope? Yeah. There’s no way it’s as hard to escape as they make it on TV,” I said.
“So if I tied you up you could escape? You think so? I was a Girl Scout you know,” Jamie said with a laugh.
“Within 5 minutes I could get loose!” I said, laughing. “OK, maybe 10.”
For backstory, I was 19 at the time, but when I was a bit younger (maybe 13-14) a female cousin and I used to play tie-up games a lot, and at first I couldn’t get out of it, but then she showed me the ropes (so to speak J) and the tricks to do it. It had been a while since I was tied up but I felt confident I could still escape ropes.
“Sounds like you want to make a bet, buddy!” Jamie said, standing up. “We’ve got plenty of rope in the basement. How about I tie you up and you see if you can escape? The loser buys lunch!”
This sounded fun and the idea of playing tie-up games with a girl still really appealed to me.
“You’re on! Do your best!” I challenged.
“OK. Get on the carpet face down. I’ll be right back,” Jamie said, hopping to her feet and running down to the basement to get ropes.”
I did and she was back with a whole bunch of rope a minute later.
“Put your hands behind your back and put your feet together,” Jamie said and I did. She crouched next to me and tied my hands behind my back pretty tightly with a long piece of rope. It took her some time and I have to admit it was pretty tight.
“And now the feet,” Jamie said, but first she pulled my socks (shin-length) up so they were taut. “Gotta have your socks pulled up all the way – if they slip down it could give you an advantage.”
“Whatever,” I said, mostly into the carpet because that’s where I was facing with my hands tied behind me. “Whatever you do I’m getting loose.”
“We’ll see about that,” Jamie said with a giggle, and then she tied my feet over my socks at the ankles. She used two long pieces of rope and, again, it took some time. When she was done my feet were pretty tightly tied.
“OK – can I escape now?” I asked, moving around a bit.
“Not yet!” Jamie said, holding me in place. “I’m not done!”
Next Jamie crouched down over me, after she had tightly tied my hands behind my back and my feet together with the rope, and lifted my feet up.
“What are you doing?” I asked, face down on the floor and turning my head to look at her to my left. “Why aren’t you done?”
“Not even close,” Jamie said with a giggle. “Hold your feet still. I’m hogtying you.”
“You’re what?!” I asked, attempting to roll over. Jamie grabbed me my by lower back and used her socked foot to roll me back over.
“I’m hogtying you! I’m tying your hands to your feet so you can’t go anywhere!” Jamie said, now giggling more.
I squirmed but wasn’t going anywhere, a point Jamie made clear a second later as I felt her tying my feet and hands together with more rope.
“You’re such a squirmer! That’s why I have to hogtie you if I want to win this bet,” she chuckled, completing the knot and officially hogtying me. My feet were at a 45 degree angle to the ground, tied to my bound hands.
“Jamie, our bet is…” I said before she got up and rolled me onto my back with her foot.
“Our bet was that I could tie you up and you can’t escape!” Jamie said, standing over me with her arms folded in front of her, a big smile on her face and her socked feet right by my head. “And that’s exactly what I did – you’re not going anywhere! You have 10 minutes to escape! But first…”
“But first what?” I said, attempting with no luck to sit up while Jamie walked across the den to a desk and opened the drawer. She was giggling in a kind of sinister way.
“But first I’m going to gag you!” she said, approaching me with a roll of white duct tape. She crouched down, tore off a piece and I yelled, “No!”
Jamie stopped and put her hand over my mouth.
“No yelling – that’s why I have to gag you,” she said with a grin. I tried to yell into her hand but it held tight as Jamie crouched over me with the piece of duct tape in her other hand, dangling from her finger. “Plus, the girl in the movie was gagged, so you get gagged. Here we go – no more talking!” And Jamie calmly taped my mouth shut, adding two more pieces and smoothing it out. I couldn’t say a word.
“Done! Tied up and gagged and my prisoner, just like the girl on TV. I guess I could have used a bandana or a sock, but taping your mouth shut seems more effective,” Jamie giggled, getting to her feet and standing over me. “Now, you can start to try and escape, but it’s going to be clear in a minute you’re not going anywhere! When the clock reads 12:50, you lose!”
Jamie then sat down on the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table, while I started to writhe around on the floor, grunting under the gag. Uh oh, I thought – she tied me up pretty tight.
“There goes my squirmer again!” Jamie teased from the couch. “You were so cocky. But when I tie someone up they STAY tied up! Just ask my little brother!”
(Jamie had an older sister who was about 21 named Janine and a younger brother about 12 named Jared. Janine worked at the park too and was a friend).
I writhed and squirmed and rolled around the room but the hogtie held, and I saw on the digital clock by the TV (on the VCR) that the time was running out. 12:50 was the cutoff, and now it was 12:45…12:46…
“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Jamie said, getting to her feet and coming over to check the ropes. I winced as she reached down, thinking she was going to hit me or mess with me in some way, but she laughed. “Not only are you a squirmer, you’re a flincher too! Relax. I’m just checking the ropes for your progress. And you’ve made none!”
Jamie sat down on the floor with her feet stretched out near my head as I strained and strained to get the ropes loose, but I wasn’t going anywhere. 12:48.
“Two minute warning kiddo!” Jamie said she gently nudged my head with her foot. “Not looking too good!”
More squirming, writhing, grunting – everything I could do. I even tried to get my gag off by rubbing my face against the carpet but couldn’t even do that. Jamie laughed as the clock shows 12:49. I went into overdrive, flopping around and doing everything in my power to get untied, but no dice. I was sweating now and worn out and the clock read 12:50.
“You lose!” Jamie said, hopping to her feet and clapping and kind of dancing around me while I just sighed and laid my head back on the carpet and grunted into the gag. “I told you – I was a Girl Scout! You shouldn’t have challenged me to tie you up. Janine and I tie Jared up like once every week or two, and he can never escape either! Plus Janine has tied me up more than once and I learned all her tricks on how to do it right!”
I tried to talk but obviously anything I had to say was muffled by the gag. I was telling her she won and I lost and I owed her lunch. And it was time to untie me.
“I can’t understand a word you’re saying – you shouldn’t try and talk with a gag in your mouth,” Jamie taunted with a laugh. Then she put her hand over her mouth and impersonated me to make fun of me: “Mmmm…hmmm…mmmmmmm!”
I laughed at this and shook my head, and then made my eyes wide and nodded towards my bound hands and feet, as if to say, “You won – you can untie me now.”
Jamie caught on and crouched down and said, “OK, you’ve been quiet long enough. Let’s get your gag off and you can congratulate me on my victory for real!”
And she quickly pulled the three pieces of tape off together.
“Ow!” I said. “That hurt!”
“Sorry, only way to take tape off someone’s mouth. It’s like taking a band aid off – you have to do it quickly otherwise it hurts a lot more!” Jamie said and then sat down at my head with her knees folded in front of her and tousled my hair. “What do we do now, Bobby?”
“Where do you want to eat? I owe you lunch,” I said.
“Oh that’s OK, I’m not hungry,” Jamie said back.
“So you don’t want to go to lunch? It’s on me – I lost,” I said.
“Nah,” Jamie said, now folding her legs in and sitting what we used to call Indian Style. “You don’t have to do that. Winning is enough for me!”
“OK. So what do we do now? You want to go out somewhere? Finish watching the movie? Hang out outside?” I asked, but Jamie looked at me puzzled.
“This movie stinks, so no thanks,” Jamie chuckled. “And we can’t go anywhere.”
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you’re all tied up, silly? I can’t exactly load you into my car with your hands and feet tied!” Jamie laughed, tousling my hair again.
“Well, yeah. But you’re going to untie me now,” I said matter of factly.
Jamie just looked down at me, grinned, and winked.
“You ARE going to untie me, right?” I asked a little more strongly. “That WAS the deal!”
“Deal? I don’t remember any deals. I just remember you saying you could escape in 10 minutes if I tied you up, and clearly you can’t. There was no deal,” Jamie said.
“No, the deal was if I could escape you buy me lunch, and if I couldn’t I buy you lunch!” I insisted.
“But I told you, I’m not hungry,” she repeated with a smile.
“But…but…Jamie, untie me!” I demanded, yelling.
“No,” Jamie said, getting to her feet and walking across the room.
She was getting the roll of duct tape again!
“Believe me, the LAST thing I am going to do right now is untie you! You’re my prisoner – why should I let you go?” Jamie said, approaching me menacingly with the duct tape in her hands
Now I was yelling and laughing nervously. “Jamie, you can’t just leave me tied up!”
“Why not?” Jamie asked with another laugh, bending down again. “And if you’re going to yell like that, I’m going to have to gag you again.”
Jamie went to tear a piece of tape off by I starting squirming around and shouting
“No No No!!!” over again to make it harder. So then she put the tape down and put her hand over my mouth.
“I AM going to gag you. But if you’re going to resist and make things difficult maybe I should get a bandana or handkerchief to out in your mouth instead, huh?
Or better yet, maybe I should get one of my socks?” she asked.
“MM – MM,” I yelled into her hand. As if to say “NO!” to the sock idea.
“I played soccer with some friends the other night and the socks I wore are still in my hamper. Would you prefer it if I gagged you with those socks?” Jamie asked, holding her hand tightly over my mouth. “I know they’re dirty, but probably a pretty effective gag, right? I can shove one sock in your mouth and then tie the other one around your head to hold it in place?”
I shook my head hard and closed my eyes to indicate “Please DON’T!”
“Are you going to yell when I take my hand off your mouth?” Jamie asked.
I shook my head no.
“Promise?!” Jamie asked in a harder way, tightening her hand over my mouth.
I shook my head harder to say “NO!”
“Are you going to fight me when I gag you with the duct tape?” Jamie asked.
“Because if you are I’ll go get my socks!”
“NNnnnnnnnnnnn!” I said, trying to say, “No!”
“Good! Looks like my squirmy wormy is using his head!” Jamie laughed while taking her hand off and picking up the duct tape. “What a great nickname! Squirmy Wormy! You like that?”
“Jamie, you don’t have to gag me…” I said quietly, but she cut me off.
“Sure I do – you’ll make too much noise otherwise,” Jamie responded and tore a piece of duct tape off and then taped my mouth shut with it, then with a second piece. “I know the house is far from the road, but if you’re a squirmer, you’re probably a screamer too. And someone could hear you crying for help. Plus it would annoy the hell out of me. So it’s easier if I just gag you!”
I didn’t resist and after the third piece of tape I was once again gagged, as well as hogtied.
Jamie rolled me over and knelt down next to me.
“Have you figured out what’s going on yet?” Jamie asked in a really serious way.
I honestly hadn’t. And that question made me incredibly nervous.
Jamie leaned back and placed her feet on my chest as I was sort of laying on my back.
“You see these socks?” Jamie said, wiggling her feet in front of my face to show me her olive-colored socks.
I nodded, now concerned as to what she was going to do with them.
“These socks are clean and dry as a bone…now!” Jamie said. “But a couple weeks ago, these were the socks I was wearing when you drenched me with the hose! My boots were soaked through so badly that my socks were totally soaked too! I had to take my shoes and socks off and drive home in my bare feet! Did you know that??! In my bare feet!!!”
Oh no!
“I told you I would get you back for what you did to me with the hose,” Jamie giggled with a sneer in her voice. “And today is the day I get revenge!”
OH NO!
“The movie (honestly can’t remember what it was called) did the trick, huh? I put it on to get us talking about being tied up. Otherwise I was going to have to overpower you and tie you up that way – this was way easier!” Jamie laughed, now rubbing a socked foot along my face. “You are SO dead!”
I tried to yell but Jamie placed her foot over my taped mouth, laughing some more.
“Are you trying to ask me something?”
“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TO ME?” I yelled into the gag but it wasn’t very clear.
“Sorry,” Jamie said, removing her foot and sitting up now alongside me. “The gag makes it too hard to hear. Try slowing down – what are you asking me?”
“WHAT – ARE – YOU – GOING – TO – DO – TO – ME,” I pleaded, trying to be heard through the gag.
“What am I going to do to you?” Jamie taunted, her face now close to mine.
I nodded up and down like a madman!
“I’m gonna punish you for what you did to me. Make you suffer!”
“I planned it all out. Step 1, lure you over here. Step 2, trick you into letting me tie you up and gag you. Step 3, kidnap you. Step 4, torture you!”
And when Jamie said that she started giggling like crazy, until soon she was in an all out laughing fit.
OH GOD!, I thought. I closed my eyes and rolled the other way. Or at least I tried to. But Jamie caught me and kept me from rolling over for a second.
“You’re not going anywhere, Bobby!” Jamie taunted again as she held onto my shoulder to keep me from getting away. “I’ll be right back, and then I’ll tell you a story. It will give you a clearer picture of what’s going to happen to you today.”
I groaned and Jamie let go of me and I flopped back onto my stomach, unable to do much of anything while hogtied. Jamie got up and snickered a little as she walked out of the room.
“Don’t go anywhere!” she yelled back in a taunting way. Leaving me bound and gagged on the floor and wondering what Jamie was about to do to me.
Part 2 to come shortly.