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Dark Fantasy 2

It all starts innocently enough. I arrive in the soccer uniform or tennis uniform of your choice for a few days of rope games and hanging out. After a couple days of easy escapes (which cause me to assume you have poor rope skills) and going around the city, you have me change back into the uniform I arrived in for my final game (as I fly out the next morning). You lead me over to a vertical pole about 15 cm (6 inches) in diameter in the hot evening-time garage…something obviously structural and sturdy.

You start with my hands, tying them behind me around the pole (so my back is up against it), crossing the wrists 90 degrees and securing them together…not too tight but obviously pretty secure. You then tie my knees and ankles together, and follow up by securing them to the post as well. More rope emerges and my waist and chest are soon also tied to the pole, securing my body fairly well in place. Then some upper arm ties, done carefully to not cut off circulation but to keep me from moving my elbows outward and effectively struggling against my wrist restraints too hard. Suddenly the looser wrist bindings feel much more secure.

You then put my double-sided guard in my mouth, as we agreed upon for my gag, then wrap a bunch of tape around my head to seal it in. You do the same over my eyes. You forget to tie a sock over first but my gagged complaints about the tape on skin & hair go unheard. You then push my head against the post and wrap tape both over the gag and my eyes around head and post, securing my head tightly in place.

I feel you stop and hear you step back, figuring it’s time to start struggling. This is far better than any of the previous ties and I wonder if you’d been holding back on me. I feel an earplug go into my right ear and then hear you whisper into my left. “Here’s your final challenge,” you say, “If you want to get on your plane tomorrow, then get out by morning. Otherwise, I’ll leave you here while I go to work and we’ll find even more fun ways to tie you in the weeks and months ahead.”

With that, a matching earplug goes into my left ear, silencing the world. As my fingers start searching for knots, I feel tape on my hands. You quickly tape up each hand into a fist. I think I might hear you laughing as the vibrations in the floor indicate you walking away…I know I’m stuck with my taped up hands. My gagged screams don’t seem to make a difference though.