Since we were both 18+ at the time, I maybe will share a photo too since her face is totally hidden in one of them depending on how interested people are in seeing that.
I probably had four video projects with a tie up game of varying qualities, but I'd rank this one as top two. I have adult ones too, or PG rated ones from grade school both m/f and m/m. Let me know if there's anything you're interested in reading about next and I'll start digging through my brain.
(Story Contains: Cleave Gagged, High School, Hogtie, Tickling, Feet, Escape Game)
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Basically right up until college, every tie up game I got to play came from me seizing an opportunity to slip the game into something. Where it was babysitters when I was younger, it became school video projects when I got to 7th grade and beyond.
I've always taken my studies seriously and tend to be extremely self-conscious about the quality of my work, especially when it has to be presented in front of my peers.
I still remember sitting nervously in my seat as my Spanish teacher explained our final assignment for the year. Since this was the only class teetering on a B, I knew I had to hit a home run with this one. I had a feeling it would be some kind of presentation since we’d already finished our last written test.
She placed a shoebox on her desk and told us to come up one by one to draw a slip of paper. When I unfolded mine, it read “drama criminal” (Crime Drama, in case that wasn't obvious
). I figured maybe we were writing a story or acting something out, so I just shrugged and sat back down.[This was in Spanish, but my Spanish is terrible, so I’ve paraphrased it into English:]
“Now, find the person with the same genre as you. Together, you’ll be making a movie scene in that genre.”
Everyone immediately got up to look for their partner. I stayed in my seat and slid my slip to the edge of my desk so people walking by could see it. It just seemed easier than wandering around calling out my genre over and over again. I turned to chat with a friend and see what he’d gotten when someone stopped in front of my desk.
"Guess we're partners," a familiar voice said just as I turned around.
It was a mutual friend from my lunch group. Let's call her Emily. She was a bit shorter than me, with long brown hair she always wore half up with a bow in the back, and her usual soft smile. I always thought the plaid jumper and blouse of the girls' uniforms always looked nicer on her than on any of the other students.
We exchanged greetings and spent the last fifteen minutes of class sitting together, going over ideas and when to meet to film. Since she was just as serious as I was, we managed to agree on most of the details and the main plot of the story: two weeks from now, at her house, a scene about a girl who snoops and gets caught by the mob boss. You can probably guess who steered that conversation. The rest of the time we just talked and realized we had a lot in common.
Over the next few days, the wait felt like years. After that first meeting, we started talking more often, both in person and over text. By the end of the week, we’d fallen into an easy rhythm: meeting up after school, trading ideas, joking around. Then, on one Saturday afternoon, we ended up near my neighborhood. When I mentioned that my house was close by, she paused for a second, thought about it, and said something like, "Maybe today would be a good day to figure out our story and dialogue."
"That's a great idea. We can also rehearse some of the scenes." I chimed in quickly
She smiled and nodded in agreement. My heart was racing really fast, having not been prepared to have this chance come this soon. We walked back to my house and thankfully my parents were out working still. I think normal high school boys would have certain expectations when bringing a girl back home alone but I guess I was a bit more of a one track mind...
We sat at the table and worked out the scene. It was pretty basic, so I'll spare the details, but it involved her going through some drawers then being caught, tied to a chair, and interrogated by the crime boss (me). We went through my spanish textbook selecting the best phrases and writing the dialogue then finished up by producing a decent sounding script. Realizing I was being a little gung-ho, I decided not to bring up the rehearsal again, suddenly feeling self conscious that maybe I was pushing my luck. To my astonishment, she slammed the textbook shut and looked to me.
"So what'dya wanna rehearse?" She asked, shifting in her seat. Aside from field trips I had never seen her outside of the uniform. Something about her floral maroon dress and cardigan caught my attention in that moment and I decided I'd risk it all just for the opportunity.
"Well, I've never actually tied anyone before. Maybe if I got the chance to practice now, we could finish the videoing early and go out for lunch that day... But if that's too involved right now, we can rehearse another part!"
I held my breath.
"Oh so you'd really wanna tie me up? I thought we were gonna pretend."
"W-Well we can just pretend you're tied up. Maybe its better that way anyways since I heard it's dangerous" I said as my heart sank.
"I think I'm pretty durable. 'sides, I've never been tied up before but I was always good at slippin out of my sibling's grasp when we were fighting."
I tried to contain my excitement as I felt the conversation shifting.
"I dunno, I have some experience tying knots."
"Well I don't mind then."
"Mind what?"
"You can practice." She says pretty bluntly. It was funny I often ended up being the nervous ones in these situations, and this takes the cake for the time I was most caught off guard. I stood up out of my chair almost immediately, its feet scraping against the floor so noisily I thought my parents could somehow hear it and shrugged, trying to look nonchalant.
"Are you sure?" Was about all I could cough out.
"Sounds like a fun challenge!" She replies on the next beat, standing up and stretching like an athlete before a race.
"And good practice for our video shoot."
"Yeah, we'll nail it when we do the video."
I later learned she, in fact, did not buy my cover story to play a tie up game with her, but she did admit to underestimating how singular my goal was.
Anyways, I ushered her upstairs and to my room eagerly and the first tie up game of my adulthood was about to start