The Escape Artist [F/M] (Story Complete)
Posted: Sat Oct 27, 2018 1:37 am
They called him “The Escape Artist”. Mostly because that's the name he gave for himself. People all over campus knew that he considered himself Houdini, and would make a little money on the side, betting people that he could escape any rope bondage they could think of. People had tried several different methods, but his remarkable flexibility and their lackluster rope skills made them easy marks. The Escape Artist had, in fact, escaped every time.
His real name was Diego, and Charlotte admired him from afar. She liked his thick and shaggy mop of black hair as well as his self-assurance and confidence in himself.
She also liked to see him tied up, she thought he looked good. She felt that the fact that no one could keep him that way was a shame.
So Charlotte decided that she would be the one to best him. She called a friend that she knew, who was into bondage, for some tips. She studied videos on YouTube, and practiced on herself as best she could. She formulated a strategy that she was sure that wouldn't fail. And so she approached Diego one evening and said, “Mr. Escape Artist, I think you won't escape from me.”
Diego put on a look of amusement. “Sure, Charlotte.” He knew her from a stats class they'd had last quarter. But they hadn't talked much. “$20, as usual, as long as you don't mind losing it.”
Charlotte waved a $20 bill in his face. “I'm more worried that you won't have the money to give me.”
“Don't worry, I'm good for it. I have one saved for anyone that beats me. Of course...I plan to never have to give it up.”
Charlotte didn't want to waste any more time on grandstanding. “You ready now?”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not.”
As usual, the deed would be done in his dorm room, where he kept some rope. His roommate saw what was going to happen and made himself scarce, leaving Charlotte and Diego alone.
“Here is the rope,” Diego said, pulling out a huge pile of various sizes. “No limit to how much you use, but try not to use all of it, that's a sign you don't know what you are doing.” His eyes twinkled.
“Don't worry.” Charlotte grabbed some rope with her own confidence. “Hands behind your back. Your escaping days end here.”
As Charlotte started to simply tie his hands behind his back, Diego sighed inwardly. He was so hopeful that someone could best him. He was so good at escaping that he wanted to know what it felt like to really be unable to do so. So far, Charlotte was just tying his wrists together, something pretty much everyone did. He hoped she had more in her.
She did. After warning his she was going to get personal, she used a piece of rope to tie a simple hip harness, then another to do a chest harness. Diego was more intrigued, but also not concerned that he'd be unable to escape.
Charlotte told him she was ready for him to lie down. She helped him crawl onto his bed and lie face-down. Now the ropes around his wrists were tied first to the chest harness, then the hip harness. She wanted them as immobile as possible, to mitigate his flexibility.
Diego thought it was a good plan, but already could feel the ropes with his fingers and tell that he wasn't stuck. The knots were, he had to admit, well placed, but not totally out of reach. It would be a struggle, but he still wasn't satisfied that Charlotte would beat him.
Another rope was looped around his elbows, tied tightly but not too much so, and Charlotte finished off knots on both arms so it wouldn't slip down. Then she tied his ankles together, brought his bare feet over his buttocks and then tied them as tightly as she dared to his chest harness. It was a good tie, Diego had to admit, well done, tight, secure. But not good enough.
“Okay,” he said. “Are you ready to watch the magic?”
“One more thing, Mister Escape Artist.” Charlotte used a small piece of rope to tie Diego's thumbs together. This was a trick her bondage friend had told her. She looped it around and around, back and forth, and used several knots to make sure it couldn't come loose. She knew that what she had done up to that point wasn't good enough. But no one, no matter how flexible, could pick knots without thumbs. The thumbs were tied down to the hip harness. With all the knots on the wrist ties located above the hand, opposite the fingers, Charlotte knew there was no way Diego could reach them.
“Or should I say, Mister Former Escape Artist,” said Charlotte, ready to bask in the glory of her work.
Diego was shocked. No one had ever tried the thumb tie, and certainly not with the level of thought that Charlotte had done. He was certainly now nervous, for the first time ever, that he would not be getting out of this tie. The thought scared him, a little (how well did he really know Charlotte, he thought), but his fear was being completely overwhelmed by his excitement.
Trying to sound like he was still imperious despite being in a almost assuredly inescapable hogtie, Diego said, “It might take me a bit more time than usual, so you might want to grab a book.” Charlotte did not want to grab a book. She wanted to watch him struggle. If he got out, then fine, she'd given it her best shot, but she didn't think he would. She couldn't wait for him to realize he'd lost and admit defeat.
Then the real fun would begin, she thought, patting the roll of duct tape in her pocket.
His real name was Diego, and Charlotte admired him from afar. She liked his thick and shaggy mop of black hair as well as his self-assurance and confidence in himself.
She also liked to see him tied up, she thought he looked good. She felt that the fact that no one could keep him that way was a shame.
So Charlotte decided that she would be the one to best him. She called a friend that she knew, who was into bondage, for some tips. She studied videos on YouTube, and practiced on herself as best she could. She formulated a strategy that she was sure that wouldn't fail. And so she approached Diego one evening and said, “Mr. Escape Artist, I think you won't escape from me.”
Diego put on a look of amusement. “Sure, Charlotte.” He knew her from a stats class they'd had last quarter. But they hadn't talked much. “$20, as usual, as long as you don't mind losing it.”
Charlotte waved a $20 bill in his face. “I'm more worried that you won't have the money to give me.”
“Don't worry, I'm good for it. I have one saved for anyone that beats me. Of course...I plan to never have to give it up.”
Charlotte didn't want to waste any more time on grandstanding. “You ready now?”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not.”
As usual, the deed would be done in his dorm room, where he kept some rope. His roommate saw what was going to happen and made himself scarce, leaving Charlotte and Diego alone.
“Here is the rope,” Diego said, pulling out a huge pile of various sizes. “No limit to how much you use, but try not to use all of it, that's a sign you don't know what you are doing.” His eyes twinkled.
“Don't worry.” Charlotte grabbed some rope with her own confidence. “Hands behind your back. Your escaping days end here.”
As Charlotte started to simply tie his hands behind his back, Diego sighed inwardly. He was so hopeful that someone could best him. He was so good at escaping that he wanted to know what it felt like to really be unable to do so. So far, Charlotte was just tying his wrists together, something pretty much everyone did. He hoped she had more in her.
She did. After warning his she was going to get personal, she used a piece of rope to tie a simple hip harness, then another to do a chest harness. Diego was more intrigued, but also not concerned that he'd be unable to escape.
Charlotte told him she was ready for him to lie down. She helped him crawl onto his bed and lie face-down. Now the ropes around his wrists were tied first to the chest harness, then the hip harness. She wanted them as immobile as possible, to mitigate his flexibility.
Diego thought it was a good plan, but already could feel the ropes with his fingers and tell that he wasn't stuck. The knots were, he had to admit, well placed, but not totally out of reach. It would be a struggle, but he still wasn't satisfied that Charlotte would beat him.
Another rope was looped around his elbows, tied tightly but not too much so, and Charlotte finished off knots on both arms so it wouldn't slip down. Then she tied his ankles together, brought his bare feet over his buttocks and then tied them as tightly as she dared to his chest harness. It was a good tie, Diego had to admit, well done, tight, secure. But not good enough.
“Okay,” he said. “Are you ready to watch the magic?”
“One more thing, Mister Escape Artist.” Charlotte used a small piece of rope to tie Diego's thumbs together. This was a trick her bondage friend had told her. She looped it around and around, back and forth, and used several knots to make sure it couldn't come loose. She knew that what she had done up to that point wasn't good enough. But no one, no matter how flexible, could pick knots without thumbs. The thumbs were tied down to the hip harness. With all the knots on the wrist ties located above the hand, opposite the fingers, Charlotte knew there was no way Diego could reach them.
“Or should I say, Mister Former Escape Artist,” said Charlotte, ready to bask in the glory of her work.
Diego was shocked. No one had ever tried the thumb tie, and certainly not with the level of thought that Charlotte had done. He was certainly now nervous, for the first time ever, that he would not be getting out of this tie. The thought scared him, a little (how well did he really know Charlotte, he thought), but his fear was being completely overwhelmed by his excitement.
Trying to sound like he was still imperious despite being in a almost assuredly inescapable hogtie, Diego said, “It might take me a bit more time than usual, so you might want to grab a book.” Charlotte did not want to grab a book. She wanted to watch him struggle. If he got out, then fine, she'd given it her best shot, but she didn't think he would. She couldn't wait for him to realize he'd lost and admit defeat.
Then the real fun would begin, she thought, patting the roll of duct tape in her pocket.