We tried to free ourselves.
It was useless. We couldn’t.

We twisted on the floor, trying to break the tape. We stretched and strained using every ounce of strength we had.
But the tape wouldn’t break.

Our hands tapped in a crisscross pattern held, it was a perfect tapping. It held and could not be separated.

I tried to reach the small knife that I put the pocket of my Levis but could not reach it. The gloves were too thick, and the pocket was too small. With the belt running through the belt loops and the way the flex cuffs were attached to it did not give me any slack to reach the knife.

No one was getting free!! We tried to open our mouths but the tape running under our chin and around our head was too effective. Nothing moved!

We saw that the duct tape had adjusted itself so well to our bodies, even though there were places where more tape could have been added. Our bodies had become adjusted to the pressure of the tape, there was no problems with that. We could roll around the floor with no problem, we just couldn’t get free.

We didn’t feel any pain, we were tired and frightened. We could feel the bondage against our muscles, bondage that would not let us be free, but there were no circulatory problems.

It was as if the tape had intended not to release us but to keep us securely bound. It was like having been hunted by a spider, caught, and bound, then taken to her pantry. Alive and unable to escape – all that was left was to wait.

In an effort to try to free ourselves, as we’re rolling on the floor we knocked over the only light I left on. It breaks.
Then we’re in darkness – alone and completely bound. We can hear the vehicles travelling along the street, people talking outside, police sirens and the silence of the street. A silence: that is broken by our own moans and noise as we attempt to free ourselves – with no success.

There is a little light coming in from the windows that are closed but not enough to see each other well. It’s getting dark so we calm down and eventually drift off to sleep.

During the night we try a couple times to free ourselves but it’s a wasted attempt.

We started this Friday night.

Saturday morning was sunny and that allowed us to see our surroundings and each other.

I had not planned to be tied this long. None of us had planned on being tied this long.

I thought we would never get free. I’m hungry and thirsty, as I’m sure my two friends are.

I felt as the gag wasn’t as tight as it was the night before. We had been drooling all night and the tape around our faces seems to have released some. We could open our mouths and with some effort free ourselves of our gags!

We dragged ourselves closer to each other and two of us began to bite the duct tape of one of our friend’s hands. It took a while, with both of us resting biting the tape.

Finally after biting through the duct tape, we got his hands free.

After he got himself free – he rested and finally freed us both.

We didn’t play that Saturday night, but I did spend the night in the house, shackled in English model leg and wrist cuffs. To tell you the truth, it wasn’t as good as the previous night.

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