I was tied up, laying on the bed in front of Jacob. He had me in a tight frog tie, with loops of rope pinning my ankles to my thighs. My hands were pulled sharply up in a reverse prayer position, uncomfortable but not painful. He had even tied my thumbs in place so I couldn’t move my hands around. All I could wiggle were my fingers. He reached down from where he was standing over me and briefly tickled my bare feet. I hate it when the fucker does that, I am sooooo ticklish on my feet. I squirmed and protested with a muffled “mmph!” through my gag, which were my own socks he had pulled off my feet. Jacob had gagged me in my second-favorite way, with a duct tape wrap that went over my chin and made it impossible to get the used socks out of my mouth. 

“Alright Audrey, when you press the button on the table, I will come get you.”, Jacob said. We had rigged up a doorbell button to set off an alarm in Jacob’s house so he knew when I had completed my task and would come over to untie me. Either I pushed the button, or would be trapped all day. Our safe time was at 9:00pm, and it was 7:00am now. If I couldn’t get to the button, I would be trapped for fourteen hours. This was the first major challenge we had done since he had revealed he enjoyed bondage too. We had done some small stuff, just simple hogties and such, but this was the first big thing.

I remembered how Jacob had spent a month trying to get closer to me: he had done study group with me, ate lunch with me, and did all the things we had done through elementary school together. Once we were good friends again, he revealed he had seen me and Daren through his window, and wanted to do the same. I was initially angry with him for stalking me, but later realized that it was probably one of the easiest ways for us to find out we were both into bondage. He saw me doing it, then approached me and told me that he was interested too. A few days after he first told me, I got over being angry and we started dating. To the school, we were just a couple, but hidden in our houses was an elaborate game of mischief and bondage. 

I snapped out of the memory when Jacob closed the door to my room with a thud. He had locked it behind him so that if my parents returned home early, they wouldn’t accidentally stumble on me tied up. A sign was hung on my door that said I was hanging out at Patty’s house today, so that should keep them from coming in. 

I looked around my room from atop my bed, taking in the situation I had been placed in. I could see the doorbell on top of my desk on the other side of the room, taunting me. I had no clue how I would get to it, with my legs securely bound together. I stretched against the rope, feeling the nylon dig into my bare skin. I was wearing only a black sports bra and a pair of black spandex, so any real amount of struggling would result in uncomfortable chafing. I also had Jacob set the house to be at 65 degrees, a chilly temperature for inside the house during winter. All the more uncomfortable I would be if I couldn’t find a way to get to the button. 

My first order of business was to get off my bed. I knew there would be no easy way to do this: it would likely result in me falling off the bed. The three foot drop was nothing when I had the mobility of my arms and legs, but with my feet pinned to my ass and my arms uselessly attached to my back, I could do little more than slide off the side and hope for the best. I began squirming over towards the edge, realizing that movement was much more difficult than I had initially thought. I inched my way towards the side, then positioned myself so my legs would go off first. I slowly scooted backwards on my belly, breathing heavily through my nose. Once I reached the point of no return, I committed, sliding off the bed and landing on my knees. I tipped over backwards and landed on my back, releasing another muffled “mmph!” as I hit the floor. I was already annoyed with my gag, the socks were now soaked with my spit and I could taste the nastiness soaking out of them. Nothing I could do about it now, except for getting to the button. 

It took me about ten minutes to figure out how to flip over from my back to my belly. My arms and hands were completely useless, with the rope digging into my shoulders as I pushed and pulled against it, trying to shift my bodyweight around to flip over. After finally flipping over, I continued my slow progress towards my desk. I was breathing heavily through my nose, unable to take a deep breath in because of my gag. I grunted in frustration at my bonds. My blonde hair had come partially out of the ponytail when I had fallen and was drifting over towards my face. I flicked my head to one side to get it out of the way, but the hair came back, tickling my face. I groaned again, unable to tuck the hair behind my ears, nor scratch my itching forehead.

I continued my squirming over to the desk, when something else came to my attention: how on earth would I be able to get up to the button? It was easy going down, as long as I was willing to be bumped and bruised, but going up was another story. I tried spinning one knee up on top of the chair next to my desk, but I couldn’t reach the seat. By this point, my body was tired from moving and straining about in my bondage. I noticed when I moved, my legs were shaking, tired from the distance I had traveled. I decided to take a break, and flopped down on the carpet with a groan. Everything hurt, the rope was already chafing into my arms, and my legs were exhausted. I glanced up at the clock on the wall: 7:18am. I groaned loudly through my gag, regretting my decision to go through with the challenge. Even with my regret, I was so turned on, being left completely restrained all by myself. There was nothing I could do to escape unless I could get to the button. 

Throughout the day, I tried a plethora of things to get to the button. I kicked a book off my shelf and pushed it over to the chair to use as a step, but that didn’t work. I squirmed behind my bed and grabbed a stick I had used in a project to try to knock the button down, but the angles were off. One time, I was able to wedge myself against my bed and stand up on my knees, and carefully ‘walk’ to my chair where I couldn’t step up to the seat. During this attempt, my bra slid down against the bed, leaving me bare-chested and embarrassed. Around 2pm, I gave up and decided to just wait for Jacob, committing to the seven more hours I had to wait.

I laid on the floor for the better part of an hour, trying to shift the ropes to a somewhat-comfortable position. My whole body was stiff and cramped from being forced in this position for so long. I decided there was no way I would be able to lay here for seven more hours, and decided that I was going to get the button, and there was no stopping before I did. The closest I had gotten was with the stick, but I knew that the angles were off and that it would never work. Unless…

I rolled onto my back and slid myself until I was on top of the stick. I pinched it between my hands, firmly grasping it so it would stick up behind me. I rolled back over onto my belly, and squirmed back towards my bed where I had scooted the book to. I managed to sit up with my back against the bed and my ass sitting on the book with my knees to either side. Struggling and grunting, I pushed with my knees until I slid up to the vertical position. My bra slid further down my chest, leaving my tits hanging out for anyone who should walk in to see. I briefly blushed while I balanced myself. I still held the stick in my hand, but now stood up on my knees, with my feet still secured to my thighs. I carefully ‘stepped’ towards my desk, balancing on my knees as best I could. Only one time did I lose my balance, twisting my body to try to compensate before I hit the ground laying on my stomach. I squirmed back over to the book and did it again, this time managing to ‘walk’ over to my desk. 

I leaned against my chair in the vertical position, holding the stick above me. My ankles and thighs hurt, the nylon digging into them. I groaned through my drool-soaked gag as I flexed my exhausted muscles, trying to get the stick on top of the desk. I managed to get one side of the stick flat on top of the desk. I let out an exclamation of victory, muffled by my gag. The socks had been in my mouth for several hours, leaving the taste of feet imbued in my throat. I carefully slid the stick along the top of the desk until it hit something: the doorbell. My body shook in anticipation, knowing that if I slipped all of my work would have been for nothing. I twisted my back, pushing the button with the stick to the edge of the table, where it finally fell off. I relaxed and tipped over, shouting with glee into my thick gag, my task finally completed. I wasted no time wiggling over to the doorbell, aligning my back with it so I could grab it with my pinned hands, and pushing the button at least twenty times. I breathed a massive sigh of relief through my nose as I relaxed on the carpet, knowing Jacob was on his way to come untie me finally. 

I was playing Call of Duty when the doorbell alarm went off, startling me. I opened the stopwatch app on my phone and paused the timer I had started when I closed the door. It said: 09:04:21.  I was shocked that Audrey had managed to get to the button. I fully expected that if she didn't ring it in an hour or two she would commit to waiting until 9:00pm. I looked back at the computer screen and decided she can wait for another 10 minutes. It wasn’t worth sacrificing a ranked match when she had already been there for 9 hours.

After the match, where I had turned off the doorbell alarm since it kept ringing, I walked over to Audrey’s house and put the key in her door. I walked upstairs and unlocked her door, where I entered to a very peculiar image. There were books scattered all over the floor, her Native American project from elementary school was laying out and she was laying on the ground, clicking the doorbell button over and over. When I entered, she looked up, her bra having slid down her body and her face contorted in anger. I instantly got hard again, seeing the struggle she went through being tied up in the way she was.

“Audrey! Audrey, relax, relax. I’m here, let me get you untied.”

She was yelling angrily at me through her gag. I couldn’t understand anything but assumed she was mad about me finishing my ranked match.

“Mmph? Mmmmm mmph!”

“Sorry it took so long to get over here…”

“Mmph?”

“I couldn’t just quit a ranked match, I just reached-“

“MMPH! Ymmph WHMMP??””

“Hey hey chillax, I’m untying you now”

“Myoumph meemph uf shimmph mmph mmm mnumph…”

I figured she was just a bit high-strung from being restrained and uncomfortable for so long. I untied her and let her stretch out a bit, she cooled down and before long, we were cuddling on the couch together, content with the experience.