Fangirl Chronicles: Bored and Gagged
By atfirstdawn

*Mature Content Warning
*(c) Keira Morrison/atfirstdawn 2015


Having thought about it during the last two hours, I suddenly realised that I'd never had the proverbial 'lazy Sunday afternoon'. I'm always active, it doesn't matter what day of the week it is I like to go out, have a walk, take in the sights and breath in the fresh air of the great outdoors. I don't like being cooped up in the house for too long, I don't enjoy watching friends playing a single player video games which renders my company moot and I don't take too kindly to being forced into either of those situations...

"Mmmrrmphhh..." I moaned with a deep sigh as I rolled onto my back beside a cross-legged and distracted Nicola, a close friend of mine.

She'd been playing a video game for the last two hours with me lying bound and gagged on the bed next to her. I'd had the plan to visit the beach with the weather outside being so nice but I'd been overruled by force, Nicola had really wanted to play this particular game and apparently she'd had it pre-ordered for months, I could understand her desire but it still meant that I'd ended up bored to tears while lying helpless beside her. She'd wanted my company but hadn't had the desire to leave the house.

"Hush," she said without taking her eyes off the screen. "I'm almost done."

"Mrnn mmpph hmph (no you're not)" I mumbled through my thick and tightly tied cleave gag.

"Yes I am! Well, with this level." she replied with a smirk, her eyes still glued to the screen.

I rolled my eyes and turned my head away from her. I knew I'd be here for the duration of the day if I couldn't untie myself, the problem was that she'd tied me well enough to ensure my escape wouldn't come easy, her bondage skills were definitely better than her gaming skills, she was still on the first level after all. Still, fighting for my freedom was going to be more entertaining than watching her push through each level of this game at a snail's pace, and I do love to struggle even if I did know it was going to be a futile attempt.

As I began to struggle it occurred to me just how much Nicola valued my company, she wouldn't have gone through the trouble of binding me so thoroughly had she not wanted to spend time with me. From head to toe she'd made sure I was almost wholly immobile; she'd crossed my ankles as she'd tied them so that I wouldn't have been able to hop away without falling over, she'd bound my legs both above and below the knee, she'd folded my arms behind my back so strictly that each of my wrists were now tied to the opposing elbow which pushed out my chest. Then there was my gag, a thick cloth tied so tightly between my lips (which held in the sponge she'd used to stuff my mouth) that I knew my skin would have friction burns for a week with my attempts to remove it.  

Struggling to free my arms was almost painful given how taut my bonds were, and given that my position pushed out my chest it was hard to take a deep breath when I needed it to summon that little extra strength. My legs told much the same story as I struggled, with my ankles crossed it was difficult for me to move my legs independently so there was little i could do other than wave my legs around and flap my feet. Still, I struggled for minutes on end with all the strength I had to give while Nicola sat unfazed beside me.

Eventually my limbs began to ache and as my chest began to tighten I gave one last grumbling moan through my gag and fell still and silent.

A merry jingle filled the room which prompted Nicola to punch the air, I turned my attention to the TV screen which read 'level 1 complete'. I grimaced, it had taken her two hours to complete that one level, lord knows how many more there were to come and how much longer I'd be bound and gagged and ignored...

As the jingle that singled level 2 sounded I wondered if anyone had ever died from boredom.