I advise readers to pay attention to when the
perspective changes.
CHAPTER 1
BRIDGET
Zoe looked adorable dressed up as she was. Being so comfortably tied up and gagged, she struggled to feign panic for the hostage photos. Frankly, I wanted to either reach out and pinch her cheeks or to playfully lay her across my knee and spank her. I really wanted to do it, but I couldn't.
Something was starting to irritate me though. It was like a tickle in the corner of my mouth, and after a while I realized that a couple of stray hairs were stuck in my mouth. There was absolutely nothing I could do about them either except suffer.
I was also bound and gagged.
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JOY
A game? What’s the game we’re playing here?
While I waited for a response, I continued jotting down hand-written notes work. You’ll understand better what I do later on. I saw
Zoe is typing on my screen for a while and knew a long message was coming back to me.
You have to figure out my identity.
If you fail, you will become your roommates’ plaything after supper.
Succeed and they becomes yours
Follow my instructions 
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Each clue brings you closer to knowing who I am.
Well this was an interesting twist; that was a plural possessive. My butt was literally on the line here. Of course I was going to play along with this with those kinds of stakes!
What’s my first instruction? the game was under way!
Go to the Cool Girls’ Club Facebook group. I loved the video of Bridget spanking you while you were tied up last week.
Here I made my first assumption: that the visitor must have reacted to that video because otherwise there is no clue about who it is. I went to the video in which I was hogtied after a game and saw 15 reactions and a few comments; if the visitor wasn't one of those, then the clue was merely taunting me. Great, that meant there were 15 people it could be, but I sure hoped it wasn’t Bridget’s brother or my friend’s husband! That left 13 people… lucky me?
Likes: Nichole, Jenny, Bridget, Caleigh, Lauren
Hearts: My mother, Serafina, Joyce
Laughing: Samantha, Janie, Hannah
Surprised: Casey
Angry: Zoe
Bridget and Zoe were out automatically. Sammy literally was 10 minutes away by bicycle, so she wouldn’t be a special visit. None of us were close enough to Caleigh or Lauren for them to even want to visit even if they had wanted to (and they wouldn’t; we weren’t that close), and Serafina wouldn’t leave her son behind to visit Bridget so soon after being reunited with him. That left me with seven possibilities that I wrote in my little notepad with cursive flourish.
Nichole,
Jenny,
Mother,
Joyce,
Janie,
Hannah,
Casey
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BRIDGET
"ERRRR UMPH!" I tried to look at Zoe.
“Ugh! Er a hu n ah ou!” I tried to alert the captor about the hair.
I couldn't really do much in my chair tie. I was still in my white underwear because I didn't get to put my clothes on before I was tied up. I walked out to see Zoe getting tied up and was ordered to take a seat. Not wanting to disappoint, I did as I was told!
My arms were wrapped around the back of the wooden chair, and my wrists were crossed in an 'X' pattern back there. The rope did a fantastic job and was even wrapped around the spindles of the chair. To further restrict my torso, a breast harness had been tied and woven into the chair back in similar fashion.
On top of this, my ankles and knees were tied to either leg of the chair so that my legs were practically one with the chair legs. But that wasn't enough... nooooooooo.... my waist was also fastened to both the back and the seat of the chair. Any time I tried to move, the chair moved instead of me!
Someone did their homework because a pair of Joy's socks had been crammed into my mouth and held in with the blue bandana Joy had worn yesterday. How my appetite for dirty socks had gotten around was unknown to me, and Joy's tasted worse than my old rowing crewmate/roommate's! You would think that girl didn't shower! UGH!
Zoe quietly did her thing on the floor. I wasn't sure exactly why, but she was in a cute plaid skirt. Usually, fancy clothes meant a formal meeting of some kind. The red shirt was a nice match for it, and she might have had a nicer binding than I did!
Did I mention that clothespins really sucked? No? Well, they did, they hurt, and they were sooooooo freaking good.
That damn hair in my mouth though!
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ZOE
This was so much fun being the feature hostage for my sister to rescue through a little brain power. I admit it. I just wanted my baby sister to have a little excitement and fun. I know I found it fun, but I knew the truth! Being the older sister, I felt obligated to spice up Joy's life sometimes. I just had to do it because I love her. I told the visitor this much, and their idea was to take me hostage and make Joy guess who the kidnapper was. Joy was always good at Clue when we were little, so I figured she’d enjoy a little mystery game and agreed to the plan.
Sometimes, though, Joy would make me a little crazy. She was always so harsh on herself and always ostracized herself a bit on what she perceived as her flaws. I felt some sort of adventure was what she needed, and the visitor had tailored this plan around her because they knew Joy wouldn't panic and would immediately realize there was no real danger at work.
The ropes did a thorough job in holding me, and something nasty was underneath the tape on my lips. I have to admit that I felt like an appropriately beautiful damsel-in-distress and was thoroughly enjoying the moment. I was squirming and occasionally squeaking and entertaining myself and my captor.
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JOY
Would you mind picking up dinner if I order it? arrived around 4PM.
Sure! Where?
Thank you, sweetie! I’ll have the pickup info sent to you!
What is my next clue? I reminded the kidnapper.
The order will tell you many things. I even just gave you a couple.
Well that helped me eliminate a couple of possibilities. Jenny would throw up before calling anyone, let alone me,
sweetie, but it could be an act. Zoe wouldn’t do that either though. I didn't get to choose my own order though; my visitor knew my appetite.
What did U do with Bridget?
Um, I can’t show you. 
There’s no one close enough to see. 
You asked for it.
There were two more major clues for me right there. The first clue was the use of “Um”, and the second was the picture of Bridget that came to me. I almost giggled when I saw that disgusted look on her face and the clothespins. Some people I know literally would never do that even upon request; Janie would never use
Um in a text. I crossed several names off my list.
Nichole,
Jenny,
Mother,
Joyce,
Janie,
Hannah,
Casey
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BRIDGET
"Mmmmmmm.”
The flavor of the socks was awful, but I was used to awful flavors and didn't let it bother me and maybe even enjoyed it. You could say I had a taste for dirty socks in a sense as I enjoy the nasty humiliation of sock gags, especially the socks of other people. It helps me stand out from my roommates,
How much longer was that girl going to keep me waiting? It wasn't like we were having intellectual discourse while waiting on her. I couldn't speak for my companion who had struggled all the way to being in front of me, but my front was sore from the clothespins being there for almost two hours.
Those pieces of my hair that had gotten caught in the bandana when I was getting gagged were making me crazy. I was so looking forward to getting off this chair and into some clothes. The more time went by, the more my frustration grew. I was squirming constantly in my chair. Hurry up, girl!
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JOY
I am such a naughty girl at times. I have a side of me that likes playing with girls and torturing them, so I admit, to my shame, that I kept looking back at the picture of Bridget while on my way to my car. And I was imagining myself torturing Bridget after successfully solving the mystery. Of course, that assumed I solved it properly!
I waited and was surprised to merely be sent the directions to wherever dinner was. I knew the address was in the restaurant district and wasn’t too surprised to see Zoe’s favorite come up when I entered the address into my phone. I made the short drive earlier than necessary just to dodge some of the heavier traffic that would start with time.
As soon as I got the order, I started studying the receipt for any clues. Whoever this was wanted me to have a fair shot of figuring this out, so there had to be something useful. Two sweet teas and two root beers were the drinks. That eliminated Joyce; she’s got juvenile diabetes. It also eliminated Nichole; she hates sweet tea and root beer alike.
Nichole,
Jenny,
Mother,
Joyce,
Janie,
Hannah,
Casey
My mother? Or my friend Hannah? Knowing the two choices as well as I did, I decided it had to be my mother. Hannah would be shameless in sending me a photo of Bridget like that.
My mind went back to the first clue to make sure my reasoning was solid. My mother was one of the heart reactions on that video. And then it hit me. Mother gave that video a heart reaction… because she
loved it. She almost always gives a heart reaction if anything… because she loves her daughters.
I just hoped my assumptions were correct, or I was going to be Bridget’s spanking toy all night let alone whatever else happened to me.
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ZOE
My roommate's (Bridget's) socks tasted like sauerkraut. Disgusting. Vile. Horrible. Repulsive. But the rope was done so perfectly that I felt like I was a college junior goofing with my twit sister and her twit friends again. I planned my work to be a half-day just so I could come home and be bound and gagged like this.
Bridget was the funnier sight though because she was in her underwear still and had those clothespins on her boobies. Being adults that we all were, it was all in good fun, and I had informed my captor of Bridget's enjoyment of those well in advance. Of course, the captor had asked before doing that, but I am sure Bridget won't admit it! For what it's worth, I was having a great time, but we were just about to get to the best part.
Excitement grew within me as I heard the familiar sound of Joy’s Honda turning off in front of our apartment. I squeaked excitedly and wondered whether I would be Joy’s captor or captive. The key began turning in the lock…
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JOY
I stepped into the apartment with a mixed feeling. My guest was nowhere to be seen, and the bedroom door was shut. Zoe was under the table while rolling around, and Bridget was in the chair as before and seemed to be in a frenzy.
“Hi, Bridge!” I twisted one of the clothespins.
“YOWCH! GRRRRR!” she was vowing revenge while thrashing on the chair.
“Hi, Zoe!” I reached under the table and pulled her out.
“Mmmm!” her greeting was lost in the duct tape.
“Have you two been having fun?” I asked them.
“Mmmm!” nodded Zoe.
“Nuh!” shook Bridget, and she growled in frustration.
Guess who I am.
You get one guess.
Call out my name in the next 10 seconds and be surprised.
I took a deep breath. I only had one chance. I had to make it quick, and I quickly flashed through the possibilities before I spoke. Never before had a simple TUG made me so nervous, but I knew I’d be in trouble at Bridget’s hands if I failed. I should have thought about that before I twisted the clothespin!
“Mom! Is that you in there?” I shouted toward the bedroom.
The door opened, and there was my mother. Yes, I ran to her like a little kid and hugged her tightly like a child hugs a stuffie. I can’t help but admit that I did those things because I’m glad to have a mother like her.
“You’re always welcome in my home,” we continued to embrace.
“It’s always a blessing to spend time with my girls.”
“How did my little Babushka know it was her mother?” it was my turn to be quizzed.
I explained to her my thinking, and Zoe and Bridget nodded their heads in understanding. Bridget was impressed albeit distracted by something, but Zoe was beaming with pride. I was going to wipe that mischievous grin off her face, though. I went into my room and grabbed my ball gag.
“Come on, Zo,” I effortlessly dragged her to the sofa and unpeeled the tape on her face.
“Hmmm?” she spat out my socks, “Your laundry tastes awful!”
“That’s all right. Mom didn’t mean harm,” I gave her a sip of water.
“You always were a little detective,” she smiled at me, “Even if you don’t taste so good.”
“A defective detective, maybe,” I jammed the ball gag in her mouth and winked at her.
“Huh?!” Zoe wanted to eat, but I wanted to beat.
“We have a few minutes to have fun before dinner,” a wide sisterly smile grew over my face.
With little effort, I laid my big sister across my knee. She might have been all those things I said before, but I was the stronger of the two Fredericks girls. I rolled up Zoe’s skirt to teach her the things Bridget and Sammy taught me this summer.
SMACK!
, wrote my sister to me sometime around lunchtime.
, I sent back, but then added, Won't u tell me?
Mystery and intriuge: an unknown visitor! looking forward to the next part!
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