Tara was dreaming about being trapped in a confined space as vines wrapped about her body. She involuntarily jerked her legs to kick free of the confinement, and was awakened sharply as the kick jerked her shoulders back. Light bits of pain shot through her shoulders. She looked around the room, it was dark except for the street light spilling in from the window, making every thing lightly lit with thick shadows. There was something large and soft in her mouth. Tara tried to spit it out, but it wouldn't move. When she tried to bring her hand around to pull it out, she realized that she was rendered immobile.
Instinctively Tara struggled. The ropes felt like they were everywhere when in fact they were on her arms, wrists, shoulders and ankles. But to someone who fell asleep during a message and woke tied up, the ropes seemed to be everywhere. She pulled and wiggled, but the ropes didn't budge and only dug into her skin. Tara tried yelling for help, but the large ball in her mouth kept things quiet and garbled. She looked around the room, trying to find an intruder or signs of a break in. Nothing.
Cindy! Remembering her roommate, Tara worried that something awful might have happened to her. What had happened to Cindy? Was she tied up in her bedroom? Are the intruders having their way with her before coming in here and having their way with Tara? She didn't know how they possibly could have their way with her, being hogtied and partially dressed herself. Then again, if they have knives, they could do anything. Tara panicked and began struggling again. She rolled around on the bed, trying to find a position that might help her struggles. She thrashed her head from side to side, sending dark red hair everywhere, and tried yelling again with no luck. All she got was worn out and discouraged.
Laying still and catching her breath, Tara tried to listen for any signs of additional people in the apartment. Not a sound. It was silent, except for the wind outside her window. She looked herself over. She was still half dressed, wearing the push up bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. It seemed weird to be left dressed like this and tied up, too. She laid her head back down on the mattress, still working her wrists, trying to find a knot to undo or a loose strand to exploit. Then Tara remembered the dress. She picked her head up and scanned around the bed, knowing that that was the last place she saw it. It wasn't on the mattress. Tara rationalized that she might have knocked it off while struggling. She laid her head back down and went back to fidgeting in her bonds.
It didn't take long for her to remember that the reason why she was dressed like this was that she had a date for the evening. Tara craned her head around to look over her shoulder at the bedside clock. It read 11:54. Oh my God, she thought, I missed my date with Nate. Did he even try to see if I was in here? Where was Cindy during all of this? Tara laid her head back down and moaned into the gag. It appeared that her situation was hopeless.
It wasn't much later that Tara heard the apartment door open and footsteps crossing the linoleum foyer to the main room of the apartment. Tara began struggling again and trying to yell out for help. The ball gag was soft enough to keep moving with her mouth and prevent any real sound from escaping. Her struggles had taken her dangerously close to the edge of her bed, and Tara decided to cool it for a bit. No point in making her presence known if these were the intruders returning.
Finally one of the visitors started talking. It sounded like Cindy's voice. Then the sound of heels crossing the hard linoleum echoed through the foyer. Tara knew Cindy loved to wear heels, especially the high ones. Then her doubts were erased when she heard a male's garbled voice speak and was quickly answered with Cindy's bubbly laughter. What the heck is going on here? Tara was at a loss. The male voice had to be Nate's. The conversation came closer to the door, though not comprehendible yet, due to the solid doors. She heard someone cross over to close to her door, and then heard Cindy's voice.
"Make yourself at home, I'll be out in a few."
Cindy walked into the bathroom and shut the door. Tara tried to yell into the gag again. The sounds weren't getting any louder. She tried again and stopped suddenly as she heard and watched the door to her room slowly open. She was unaware that she was holding her breath until Nate poked his head around the door and spotted her laying all trussed up on the bed. He looked her over and gave Tara a big grin. Not knowing what to do, she started to struggle again. Nate brought his finger to his lips in a shhh motion, and then backed out of the room closing the door behind him.
Completely in shock, Tara laid on the bed motionless, wondering what had just transpired. She wanted nothing more to be free of her bonds, and Nate just backed out of the room. The look on his face said many things to her, even though he hadn't spoken a word. The biggest impression Tara got was that he had enjoyed the sight of her all bound up. Tara knew that Nate was into those kind of things, but she didn't know how much into them he was. When he was dating Cindy, she used to talk about their little trysts. Cindy!
The clues finally fell into place. Cindy had shown Tara items they used for bondage games in the past. Items such as rope, blindfolds, gags, and other things she had no idea ever existed. Rope, such as those binding her, and the gag that was keeping her quiet. There was no break in. Cindy duped her into this by use of alcohol and a very relaxing massage. So relaxing that Tara had fallen asleep and Cindy had taken advantage of her. She had bound Tara up so she could go out with Nate. Anger now flooded through Tara's veins. Now she wanted more than anything to be free of her bindings. Tara rolled back to the center of the bed and onto her stomach and wiggled like crazy to get free of her tie. The ropes were still not giving, but there had to be a way out, she thought.
Cindy walked back into the room, and was met by the bedroom doors by Nate. They embraced and he gave her a long passionate kiss. She almost melted right there. He half pulled away from her and gave her a playful look. He could tell that she had ideas floating in her head before he even said a word.
"Are you feeling a little frisky?" he asked.
"Oh, you know I am," she replied with a very seductive smile. "It has been too long of a time."
"Do you still have your little bag of tricks?" Nate asked as he pointed back to Cindy's bedroom. He knew that she kept it in there. Nate had personally used most, if not all of the items on her, himself.