Check out "Sleepover at David's" for the first story in this series, about some tie-up games with a friend back during my freshman year of high school.
After the football game the following week (from my last sleepover at David's place), I dropped my band stuff into my dad's car. He drove me over to David's place as I made sure I had everything. My backpack held some khaki shorts and a polo as well as some brown kind-of dress shoes to wear with them. My parents called them “boat shoes” but my family never went anywhere near a boat. I also had the blue & white Diadora soccer uniform from a team I no longer played for, with the shiny blue shorts and white collared shirt with some blue striping on the sleeves. I'd worn the shorts under my band uniform but couldn't hide the white socks or collared shirt under my band stuff though, so I just had some short socks and a t-shirt on when I got dropped off at David's. My dad helped me unload my bike from the back of his car, so I could ride that home on Sunday and to our night in the woods before that.
Most of my nervousness likely came from the fact that this time my parents had worked out a stay until Sunday afternoon, so David was going to take me hiking on Saturday night and camping overnight in some woods nearby to our suburban planned community. I’m sure he had evil ideas prepared already. I flexed my fingers, hopeful I’d be up to the challenge.
“Ok,” he said, “Here's the deal. We'll do our game tomorrow night, but tonight you get one challenge to decide something fun tomorrow.”
I was curious, but indicated that'd be ok, since it was only one challenge for the night. David went into his closet and came out with my shorts he'd kept last week. “You'll want to save your uniform for tomorrow, so put these on for tonight. They're all you get.”
I gave him a suspicious look, since I was a bit worried he'd to the same with the air conditioner. “No cold tonight,” he said, “And you won't have to worry about that tomorrow night since it's hot out.”
“Ok,” I said, “What does this decide?”
“I'll tell you once you're tied,” he said, grinning.
I sighed but didn't complain as I went and changed and came back, putting my soccer shorts with the rest of the uniform into my backpack. Before he even brought out his rope, he approached me with a washcloth and duct tape. “New rule for tonight and tomorrow is this,” he said, “Once you agree to start, the gag goes first so you can't go back on that anymore. If you let me gag you now, you're in for the night.”
“In for the night?” I asked, “What if I--”
I couldn't finish because he stuffed the washcloth into my mouth and started wrapping the tape. “If you succeed you won't be tied all night,” he explained as he wrapped, “But if you fail you're stuck. You are just wearing your shorts and that was the rule from last time.”
I tried to protest through the gag, since he'd told me to just wear the shorts, but I only succeeded in making some unintelligible groans. David then pulled me over to the side of his bed and made me sit on the floor with my back to the mattress. He looped one piece of rope around each wrist and tied one end off to the headboard and one end off to the footboard, pulling my arms out to each side. I started testing the slack to see if I'd be able to reach those knots, but David showed his skill by then taking all the remaining rope length and tying it off somewhere well behind me and out of reach. I'd not be getting those ropes untied at all, so I had to hope I'd be able to work my wrists free. He then took an additional rope and tied my ankles together out in front of me. It didn't accomplish anything in holding me in place, but it did further restrict me. A fourth rope was wrapped around my waist and then tied off somewhere under the bed behind me. Some pulling and cinching feelings left my waist secured up against he bed frame so I couldn't pull my body away.
“Comfy?” David asked, coming in front of me.
I just glared over the gag as David continued, “What this determines is what you get to wear when we go to the woods tomorrow. You escape, you get to wear your shorts and t-shirt. If you fail, you have to wear your whole soccer uniform and leave all your other clothes here so you don't get to change until we're back.”
I groaned. I'd look a bit strange riding my bike in my uniform, especially since it wasn't my current team's kit so I couldn't play off like I was heading home from a game or anything. “Nod if you agree,” David said, “Otherwise, I can go turn up the A/C for the night.”
Making an annoyed gag noise, I nodded, since a night of cold wouldn't be pleasant at all. “That's a good captive,” David said with a chuckle as he messed up my hair with his hand, “Now you have until morning to try and get out.”
My first move was the only one I could think of, to stretch my arms out to each side and hope the rope got loose enough to shake off my hands. But when David had finished wrapping my wrists, he'd apparently tied a little knot of some sort. They got a little looser for sure, but definitely not enough for me to think about shaking any coils off. I could even see that if I could just touch my hands together, working the rope off would be easy, but my fingers were useless with my arms spread far apart.
Laughing, David climbed into bed behind me, with that seeming confidence that he knew he had me. As I tried to find bits on the mattress to grip to help rest my arms, David's fingers would find my sides from time to time and make me jerk and squirm with short bursts of tickles. Eventually, I managed to find something resembling sleep, sitting there against his bed.