Straight Female / 18
I am 18, my name is Sarah. I'm beautiful and intelligent but also very bossy and vain and I guess I can be a real pain in the neck. A month ago I was embarrassed, angry, depressed and wanted to run away but I calmed down and can now laugh about my horrible day. I gathered friends at my house. With my parents and younger brother gone for the day we had the place to ourselves and could make a video we had been planning for months. Well, I had been planning, I wrote the script, I intended to be the director and star. It was not anything approaching porn, just a good old cops and robbers film. I pictured my friends sitting attentively while I explained and directed each scene. We had three cameras, costumes and background music. We were a serious movie crew - except we weren't. My friends chatted and joked among themselves, I had to keep calling for attention like a teacher and my anxiety and anger were rising. Never-the-less we muddled along, had a pizza break and were finally reaching the climactic conclusion. It was my big scene. I had been kidnapped and was to appear bound and gagged lying on a bed. While my captors were plotting in another room I would stand up, hop through two empty rooms, escape by opening the front door with my hands bound behind my back and be rescued by a passer-by (one of us).
But everything went wrong. The chatting and jokes continued until I finally screamed for quiet. That brought on giggling. I reviewed the scene to them, dumped a bag of cords and a red kerchief on a table and picked a couple of friends to tie me up. They were far from competent. My bindings would have fallen off before I hopped ten feet. At this point I was furious and yelled, "Will you get serious and tie me up so the cords won't drop off!" They got serious. They tied me so thoroughly and tight I almost couldn't breathe but I didn't dare complain. I just said "gag me" and the red kerchief was stuck in my mouth and tied around my head. My legs and body were bound with yards of rope but I could hop and that was all that mattered. A couple of my friends helped me to the bed in the other room.
Our music sound track was turned on and I waited on the bed for "Jen" to come in and give me the signal to get up and begin my long hop. I waited. I waited. They had to be either chatting or playing a joke on me. After about 7 or 8 minutes I stood up and hopped into the next room where they should have been gathered but nobody was there. I guessed they were joking around, getting even with me for my bossiness but I was also getting a little nervous. I couldn't hear anyone, no giggles, nothing. I sat down on a settee and tried to look relaxed expecting they would appear any moment. I waited. I waited. Finally I stood and began hopping through rooms "mmphing" and getting mad. Ten more minutes passed, I was exhausted and furious and decided I better get myself free but the cords and knots were so tight I couldn't get loose. I alternatively sat and hopped for another half hour, then decided they must have actually left and I prepared to open a door and try to reach our neighbor's house. How embarrassing!
Turns out my pals had gone out to one of their cars and were waiting there to "teach me a lesson." However, as I pushed open the door my family pulled into the driveway and a minute later family and friends all walked toward the house where I was wobbling still bound and gagged and totally humiliated. I sank to the ground while my friends explained the situation to my laughing parents and brother. They then all walked passed me into the house with my mom saying, "leave her here for awhile." I began loudly "mmphing" through the gag and hopped in after them wondering how long this would go on. Once we were inside, however, my mom told my pals they better get me untied before I split a gut so the gang, with difficulty, began untying me. Luckily it took a while and some of my anger had a chance to drain. The gag was the last to be removed so by then all I said was, "very funny," and my mom brought in snacks for all of us. I was still angry and mortified but I held it all in.
We actually finished the movie a couple of weeks later but it won't win an Oscar.
But everything went wrong. The chatting and jokes continued until I finally screamed for quiet. That brought on giggling. I reviewed the scene to them, dumped a bag of cords and a red kerchief on a table and picked a couple of friends to tie me up. They were far from competent. My bindings would have fallen off before I hopped ten feet. At this point I was furious and yelled, "Will you get serious and tie me up so the cords won't drop off!" They got serious. They tied me so thoroughly and tight I almost couldn't breathe but I didn't dare complain. I just said "gag me" and the red kerchief was stuck in my mouth and tied around my head. My legs and body were bound with yards of rope but I could hop and that was all that mattered. A couple of my friends helped me to the bed in the other room.
Our music sound track was turned on and I waited on the bed for "Jen" to come in and give me the signal to get up and begin my long hop. I waited. I waited. They had to be either chatting or playing a joke on me. After about 7 or 8 minutes I stood up and hopped into the next room where they should have been gathered but nobody was there. I guessed they were joking around, getting even with me for my bossiness but I was also getting a little nervous. I couldn't hear anyone, no giggles, nothing. I sat down on a settee and tried to look relaxed expecting they would appear any moment. I waited. I waited. Finally I stood and began hopping through rooms "mmphing" and getting mad. Ten more minutes passed, I was exhausted and furious and decided I better get myself free but the cords and knots were so tight I couldn't get loose. I alternatively sat and hopped for another half hour, then decided they must have actually left and I prepared to open a door and try to reach our neighbor's house. How embarrassing!
Turns out my pals had gone out to one of their cars and were waiting there to "teach me a lesson." However, as I pushed open the door my family pulled into the driveway and a minute later family and friends all walked toward the house where I was wobbling still bound and gagged and totally humiliated. I sank to the ground while my friends explained the situation to my laughing parents and brother. They then all walked passed me into the house with my mom saying, "leave her here for awhile." I began loudly "mmphing" through the gag and hopped in after them wondering how long this would go on. Once we were inside, however, my mom told my pals they better get me untied before I split a gut so the gang, with difficulty, began untying me. Luckily it took a while and some of my anger had a chance to drain. The gag was the last to be removed so by then all I said was, "very funny," and my mom brought in snacks for all of us. I was still angry and mortified but I held it all in.
We actually finished the movie a couple of weeks later but it won't win an Oscar.
