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He told us to stand up and stand with our backs to the wooden support pillar in the. He wrapped Tiff's arms around the pole and cuffed them in front of my waist.
And then did the same to me. He then got the scissors and started cutting pieces of rope off. First he tied each of our ankles together separately then wrapped rope around both of our ankles and around the pillar.
He did the same thing to our thighs also. He then took a long piece of rope and wrapped it around our waists and the pillar pinning our hands to each other's waists. He did the same thing to our shoulders. He hollered that he would be right back and when he returned he had four of my dad's bandanas in his hand. He blindfolded and gagged each of us. We were surprised at how well the little guy tied us and we acted helpless and struggled a little, but we enjoyed being tied up to each other like that.
My brother then said that the robber escapes and untied us. He went upstairs and started watching TV. After our last little bondage experience we decided to have a little more fun and started cleaning up. We gathered up all of the rope and cuffs and ran up to my room.
Please respond if you would like to hear the rest of my story. Anonymous US Friday, July 13th - AM Cops and Robbers Part 2 Tiffany and I ran upstairs to my room and decided to make this a little more exciting so we went into everybody's rooms and got their belts out of the drawers.
We also grabbed a roll of duct tape. So now we had the two cuffs, a bundle of rope, bandanas, and belts and tape. We agreed that we would tie each other up 2 times for 15 minutes each, because my parents would be home soon.
I got to tie her up first. I ordered her to lie down on my bed. I put her in a very wide and strict spread-eagle on my bed, by cuffing her wrists to posts, then spreading her legs very wide and tying to the other posts with very short pieces of string tied around her ankles then to the posts. His confidence at the bar led me to believe he was an experienced, kinky kind of guy.
Our charade was broken the moment he pulled out the shoelace, and my embarrassment for wanting to hook up with him at the slightest provocation hit me with full force. Suddenly and inexplicably, he scurried to the bathroom. That's when I grabbed my things and dashed for the door without saying goodbye…leaving my jean jacket behind.
Despite my friends' objections, I showed up after work at his place unannounced. I gave myself a pep talk: You are not crazy for being here. You are just here because you want your jacket back. ButI was lying. I was there because I wanted to explain my unannounced departure, and that I wasn't sure who the person was that he was with last night.
I knocked on the door, but nobody answered, so I knocked again. I should have left, but instead I coyly played with the doorknob. The door swung open.
Actually, literally, just I knew I was playing a dangerous game by being there, but I also loved the adrenaline rush. Twice in 24 hours I felt like I was somebody else, playing a role. Somehow that made it easier to take another step. I gave myself two long minutes to poke around before I high-tailed it for the jacket.
First, I tip-toed through the living room, which looked like a frat house: a melting pot of clean and dirty clothes with the casual beer bottle wedged in between. Against the wall leaned an unused blue and green surfboard. Who is this guy? I wondered. Then: I don't remember this place being so dirty. It didn't look like an apartment that belonged to the exquisitely dressed man I met the night before. Finally, I made my way to the bedroom.
I peeled a beige collared shirt off an OfficeMax chair. Peeked under the pile of khaki pants on the floor. I even checked under the comforter of his unmade bed. Ten minutes had passed—a long time to be in someone's apartment when they don't know you're there. I still couldn't find the jacket. As I walked toward the door, the knob clattered. Someone was fiddling with their keys on the other end.
Time slowed down as I hashed out every possible avenue for avoiding the excruciating confrontation that was about to ensue. Should I hide in a closet? What about the bathtub? How long would I have to wait until the person on the other end left?
What if they didn't, would I have to sleep in my hiding spot? This is weird. I shouldn't be here.
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