“Alright…” Nicole said, taking the last neatly tied coil of rope out of her bag. “We’re ready.” She laid it down next to the other coils of rope, bandanas and scarves, folded into bands, some knotted in the middle ready to be used as gags, others blindfolds, and the few pieces of actual bondage gear the two had acquired from various places. The teen turned, a grin crossing her face as she placed her hands behind her back, ready to be bound by her best friend.

“Come on, Nicole…” Rachel replied. “You got tied up last time.” She crossed her arms, pouting. “It’s my turn.”

“But that was only for fifteen minutes and before that, you were tied up almost an hour!” Nicole protested, but Rachel remained firm. For a moment, the two teens looked at each other, stubbornly. There was only one way out of this impasse. Resolutely, Rachel raised her hands up in front of her, one fist resting in the upturned palm of the other.

With a sigh, Nicole turned back around, raising her hands in the same fashion. In unison, they raised their fists, bringing them back down onto the palms, three times. At the same time, they chanted the traditional words: “Rock...Paper...Scissors...Shoot!”

With this last word, Nicole brought her hands back down, changing from a closed fist to an open hand, palm down. To her dismay though, as she did, she saw Rachel’s own hand coming down, two fingers index and middle finger extended, spread an inch or so apart, the traditional sign for scissors.

“Er...best two out of three?” Nicole suggested, feebly, but her bargaining position was weak and she knew it. “Fine. It’s your turn again.” At this, Rachel cheered up, flashing a huge grin as she climbed onto the bed.

Nicole joined her, grabbing one of the coils of rope. She unraveled it and doubled it over. Taking this loop, she pulled it around Rachel’s crossed wrists and threaded the free ends through the loop, cinching it tight around the teen’s hands. Working with quick, practiced motions, Nicole coiled the rest of the rope around two, three times, then knotted it off securely.

Another, longer coil of rope was selected. This was tied around Rachel’s torso, clad in a light red t-shirt, running in neat bands around her arms and chest, above and below her breasts, so both were pressed tight together. Next, Rachel’s jeans clad legs were tied with two more coils of rope, one at her knees, the other at her ankles.

“Say ah!” Nicole teased, grabbing one of the bandanas.

“Ahhh!!” Rachel replied, playfully, opening her mouth wide so Nicole could slip the knotted cloth between her teeth. The free ends were pulled back behind her head and tied off. The final piece of her bondage was a blindfold, tied across her playful blue eyes.

“Mmmppphhh!!! Mmmppphhh!!!” Rachel grunted through the gag, enjoying the sound of her garbled gag-speak as she laid down on the bed, on her belly. She squirmed a bit, testing out of her bonds, to see if Nicole had gotten sloppy, left her any slack. Nicole was pleased to say she hadn’t failed in her duties. Rachel was stringently bound and would remain so until her friend decided to release her, which pleased Rachel to no end as she settled down for a long, enjoyable bondage session.

Nicole, meanwhile, went and sat down in a comfy chair by the window. It was her job to keep an eye on Rachel, in case anything went wrong and she needed to be untied in a hurry. Otherwise, Nicole would wait until she thought Rachel had had enough fun and then untie her...so Nicole could take her turn as the helpless captive on the bed.

“I’ll give her half an hour.” Nicole thought silently. “And she can give me just as long. Fair’s fair, right?” She grabbed the fantasy novel she was in the middle of reading, though every few paragraphs or so, she’d give an envious look to Rachel who was quite enjoying the thrill of being a helpless, bound prisoner. “Next time I’m going to pick scissors…”