So after we both vented and seeing our anger and sadness Jake new exactly what we both needed. Rope Therapy. We finished some of the food but both of us had been too upset to eat much. So Jake said "Both of you go upstairs take a shower and get dressed in something comfortable."
Brea and I were confused and just stared at Jake who said, "You two have been pestering for me to tie you up. Well, you two are going to be my captives."
Brea and I were both surprised at his words and looked at one another making sure we heard the same thing. We than ran upstairs and I took my shower first and dressed in lounge pants and long sleeve tee shirt. I debated on putting socks on but I did and went out into the hallway. I heard the shower from the master bedroom and knew Brea was getting ready. The shower was a nice suggestion. It did allow us to kind of relax. At least me. I went down stairs and saw the kitchen was pretty much cleaned up and two chairs had been removed from table.
Jake called me into the den just off the kitchen. I saw he had the chairs side by side behind the sectional couch. He had me sit in one of the chairs He tied my wrists to the back of the chair so my arms were tied to my side. He then tied my ankles to the front legs of the chair. He took a thick cloth and held it out toward my mouth. Any last questions or needs? He asked.
I asked how long we were playing and Jake said he hadn't decided yet. He then gagged me as Brea came into the room. she was dressed like I was (No we didn't plan it we just seemed to do that a lot.) Jake tied Brea to the other chair like I was. He then turned our chairs so we sat back to back. He took a new role of duct tape and used that to tape Brea and me together at the time I was 2 inches shorted than Brea. She was 5'8" and I am 5'6". He wrapped tape above and below our breasts and wrapped around our waists so we pressed tightly to the back of the chairs and to each other.
He said get our frustrations out. Struggle scream, cry whatever we needed to do but he wanted us out of our foul moods by the time he released us. He said we both had been wronged so we needed to work passed this so we could get a better handle on the situations. He ran the dishwasher cleaned the pots than he watched a Indiana Jones Marathon while Brea and I struggled for a while screaming and cursing into our gags. We both cried. I know Brea cried a lot harder than I did. She also cried longer than we sat for an hour allowing ourselves to be in the moment of peace. About 3AM he freed us. I went to bed and by morning I woke up determine to win Homecoming Queen and ruining the plan of the two girls.