Tranquility Pond Guest House (M/F)

[Brez510]

Tranquility Pond Guest House has been anything but tranquil lately. With Baxter College short of on-campus student housing, they have contacted everyone in our small rural town to assist.

My Aunt Ann figured out a way to help Baxter and, in turn, make her Tranquility Pond Guest House get out of the red and into profitability.

Tranquility Pond has been a guest house since the 1920s when my aunt's family built a large Victorian home on unused farmland. The family expanded the house over the years.

Over the last several months, guests have been few and far between, so Aunt Ann rented all 20 guest rooms to Baxter students.

With Aunt Ann getting on in years, she asked me if I would like to manage the property.

She pays me well, and I live in one of the rooms.

The lack of tranquility is because half the rooms are rented to Alpha Sigma fraternity members, while the other half to Beta Delta members.

There were no other alternatives with the housing shortage on campus and in town.

The friction between the two groups is enormous—there is no fighting or other such things, just a lot of tension.

This little feud has put me in many complex and awkward situations. I walk a fine line between the two fraternities, and it often takes creative thinking to keep myself neutral.

I've been talking so much that I forgot to introduce myself to you formally. Lol.

I'm Wendy Sullivan. I'm 26 years old. Blond shoulder-length hair, and as my boyfriend Lance says, lean, mean, “purty,” and all country.

I'm not mean, but I'm pretty fit, muscular, and all country.

I'm called the Baxter County Daisy Duke. I like short shorts and heels.

I said I walk a fine line. Here’s a prime example.

Last month saw Baxter College’s fraternity and sorority Money Madness Week.

Members worked hard to beat each other to see who could raise the most money for charities.

Of course, Money Madness makes the pressure boil over, and one reason is a silly thing called the “Implement.”

The Implement is, in actuality, an old large stick with the names and years of the founding of Baxter College Fraternities and Sororities. It dates back to 1931.

The college administration keeps the Impliment but hides it somewhere on campus during Money Madness Week. The school gives out clue sheets as to its whereabouts. The first fraternity or sorority to find the Implement and hold on to it for a week wins.

As a prize, the losing fraternities and sororities must make charitable donations in the winner's name.

The problem is that once word is out that the Implement has been found, everyone tries to find a way to steal it and take possession, causing a frenzy of back-and-forth maneuvering.

In the end, Alpha Sigma found the Implement several hours after getting the clue sheet.

The same day they found it, I received a knock on my door. Three guys from Alpha Sigma stood there, one holding the Impliment.

They explained they needed a safe place to store it for the week, a place no other fraternity or sorority would think of or could find.

They designated my room as their private security vault.

I could not allow them to use my room to hide this foolish stick.

As I said, I walk a fine line between Alpha Sigma and Beta Delta members and must remain neutral.

I told the guys this, but they told me I might have to change my mind.

What could possibly change my mind?

Unfortunatly blackmail.
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Sammy, one of the guys in my room, told me he was in the Main Street Bar and Grill the night I was working with the manager to plan a big surprise birthday party for my boyfriend, Lance.

Sammy and the guys told me in no uncertain terms that they would tell Lance about the surprise and ruin everything for him.

Such little shits! That was a low blow. I imagined they were bluffing, but it totally would mess things up if they weren't. Knowing some of these spoiled kids, they would do it to spite me for not hiding the Implement for them.

What was I to do? If I allowed the Implement to be stored in my room, it would look like I favored Alpha Sigma. My dilemma was whether I should get involved in Alpha Sigma matters this one time or potentially ruin a surprise party for my boyfriend that I had planned for weeks with 30 friends invited.

I decided that for this one time only, I would cave in and hold on to the Implement for them instead of destroying the party.

The deal was then made: I would hold the stupid stick. They would check on it each morning and each night during the week at 10 pm to ensure it was safe and that I wouldn't do anything stupid by passing it on to a rival sorority or fraternity like their arch-enemy Beta Delta.

This whole ordeal was ridiculous!

It was 8 pm, and they said they would be back in two hours to check on it.

My whole schedule was now screwed up due to these morons making me hang around for them to make sure I was babysitting their beloved stick properly.

To my surprise, at 9 pm, a few members of Beta Delta knocked on my door and asked if they could come in and talk to me.

Reluctantly, I let them enter.

It seems Alfie Light, Beta Delta’s electronics geek, was able to eavesdrop on my conversation with the Alpha Sigma guys, and they knew I was holding the Implement for safekeeping.

The guys demanded I turn it over since they knew where it was. The rules say that anyone who comes upon it can take possession.

That would be great, I thought! I could get rid of this thing and not worry about the pressure of storing it for a whole week and worrying about spoiling Lance’s surprise party.

After some reflection, I was now plagued with the dilemma of appearing to favor one fraternity over the other.

They told me they understood how diabolical Alpha Sigma was with blackmailing me, but they still wanted me to give them the stick.

I thought about it for a while.

I told them I would give them the Implement on one condition: They would have to tie me up.

The guys looked at me with puzzled faces.

I told them I could never admit to Alpha Sigma that I had just passed on the Impliment, making it look like I favored Beta Delta.

If I were left tied up, I could convince them when they did their 10 pm check that I was physically forced to hand it over.

Now that the guys understood, they thought it was a great idea, especially Peter Norman, the group's pervert. What was I getting myself into?

I told them there was some clothesline in the basement and to hurry and get it to finish the job before the guys from Alpha Sigma arrived to check on the IImplement

As I guessed, Peter Norman left the room, and I heard him bolt down the basement steps to get the rope.

In the meantime, I asked the three other guys to mess things up in my room to make it look like a struggle ensued, and I fought to prevent them from stealing the Implement.

They did a pretty good job of leaving draws half open, a chair overturned, clothes scattered around, and the closet door that held the Implement wide open.

As they were finishing, Peter Norman returned and threw numerous lengths of rope on my bed. It was probably a little too much rope!

I told Peter just to tie my wrists and ankles.

Peter said that my messed up room looked realistic and that I should be tied up to make it look equally authentic.

Peter told me to lie face down on my bed, and he would begin.

Now, there were a few problems with that.

First of all, I was dressed pretty skimpy. I wore my usual short denim shorts, black heels, and a red checked flannel shirt with no bra tied off at my midriff. I didn't want to be tied so tightly that my bare chest and butt cheeks were exposed.

I evidently had no idea I'd be spending part of the evening tied up and wasn't prepared.

I was praying that Peter would do a simple tie. But being the little perve he is, my expectations were not very high.

Laying face down, he told me to cross my wrists behind my back. Peter took a coil of rope, wrapped it around my wrist four times, and tied it off. I told him it was too tight, and I felt like I was already losing circulation in my wrists.

He pleads his realism case again.

He continued to work on me without missing a beat. He looped another rope around my elbows several times, pulling them together closely.

My wrists and elbows were becoming numb.

Peter then grabbed yet another piece of rope, pulled my ankles up off the bed, crossed them, ran his four loops, and tied them off. He did the same thing both below and above my knees.

The ties were painful, but at least he was done—or I thought so.

Peter sat me up, took even more rope, and started running it under my breasts, around the back through my arms, and then encircling the top of my breasts. He made it ultra-tight. It caused my braless tits to pop out. This is precisely what I didn't want to happen.

I was showing this group of guys too much for my liking. I had way too much cleavage exposed for viewing!

I objected to him, and he pulled out his realism pitch again.

Peter then told me he was almost done.

He pushed me face first on the bed again, grabbed another piece of rope, tied it to my wrists, then drew my legs up and attached the other end to my ankle rope. My arms and legs were tied so closely together that it left me in an almost rocking position.

All this time, the other guys were staring in amazement, and I'm embarrassed to say I observed two of them getting very hard.

Peter then rummaged through my scattered clothes, looking for something to gag me with.

He found what he was looking for - a small ankle sock and two bandanas.

Peter pulled my head back and shoved the ankle sock deep inside my mouth. He took a red bandana and tightly cleave gagged me with it.

He used a blue bandana to blindfold me.

He was finally done. The tie was restrictive, and I could not move. With the sock in my mouth and the bandana gag holding it in, I could barely make a sound.

I lay there waiting for them to leave.

It sounded like they took out their phones and were taking pictures of me tied up and gagged.

I heard one of them go into the bathroom in my room to do god knows what, although I could only imagine.

Finally, they left, thanking me for allowing them to take the Impliment. I could only get out a faint mmmmpf.

Well, here I was, unbelievably tightly hogtied, blindfolded, and gagged.

I brought this upon myself by suggesting the guys from Beta Delta do this to me. But it was, in my mind, the best way to resolve the problem.

I attempted to move into a more comfortable position while waiting for the guys from Alpha Sigma to show up, but the ties froze my whole body.

Thankfully, after several minutes, I heard the guys from Alpha Sigma near my door.

It was time for me to put on my best damsel in distress performance. I started to make muffled help sounds through my gag, wiggling my arms and legs in an attempted struggle to get free.

The guys from Beta Delta must have left the door open a crack because the Alpha Sigma boys made easy entry.

Upon looking at the scene of me helplessly tied up and the room ransacked, they started cursing and panicking. After some difficulty, Peter approached me and got the tight gag out of my mouth.

I acted like I was hyperventilating while I told them my tale of woe.

I said that I entered my room earlier, saw it was ransacked, and before I could react, one of the Beta Delta guys tightly placed his hand around my mouth. I fought hard, kicking and trying to yell through the hand gag; it took two of them to
push me onto the bed and tie me up while the rest of the group ransacked my room, looking for the Implement. When they found it, they left me here like this and ran.

The guys gathered around me and untied me. The ropes were so tight a knife had to be used to free me from some of the ropes.

They apologized for what they put me through. I was asked if I was ok, and then they quickly left my room to search out Delta Beta to retrieve the Implement.

The funny thing is that at the end of the week, one of the sororities had final possession of the Implement and raised the most money. Lol

As I said, I walk a fine line between Alpha Sigma and Beta Delta, and it often takes creative thinking to keep myself neutral.

Hopefully, this incident will be the only time I have to get that creative!!!!!!

[laz]

nice story, well written, more M/F adventures would be nice

[Brez510]

Thanks Laz! Deeply appreciated.

[Ovi1]

Nice story, good read

[latin-self-bound]

I loved the story! Very creative plot, and well developed. The ties were awesome, so tight and massive.