Stick to her Tied and True Plan

Kate took in a slow nervous breath and put her game face on. This wasn't the time for second-guessing. If she was going to live her newly-discovered, life-long-dream of spending the next couple of days as snug as a bug in a rug, then she'd have to tie Della up in a way that she knew would work.

The keys had already been hidden. That made locking the manacle ends of the long steel bar around each of Della's ankles all the more exciting. Her victim tensed for a second, raising her chest with a silent lungful before relaxing again. Della's arms hung limp in the door restraints, but the way her eyes darted to the thick leather cuffs reminded Kate she was far from placid. The left one she locked with a screw and wingnut, while the right had a standard nut tightened by a wrench that she carefully hid within Della's reach.

Kate hopped back and smiled as she admired her handiwork. More and more she was learning why Della liked these bondage games so much, but something was missing. She grabbed a mid-size length of rope and ran it through her hand, as the fingers of her mind groped and fondled the elusive idea. It fluttered nearly out of reach, but Kate was in it to win it. Fuzzy as the thought was, she couldn't quite recall where she'd seen this particular winding of rope, but eventually, enough of a picture formed in her mind. She knelt to be a more stable platform.

Kate knew it would work, yet still felt a smug vindication as she tied the first loop of rope around Della's waist and watched her best friend's eyes go wide. She slipped the dangling strands between the woman's legs and tugged them tight, beaming with pride at her friend's weak, compliant inhale. Kate tethered the rope harness to the chair and stepped back. Her friend wiggled, testing the tension of the new addition until it had burrowed itself into her tight shorts.

Kate tutted through her gag and wagged her finger. She couldn't enunciate through the shiny tape plastered across her mouth, but she knew her best friend got the message. No headstarts allowed.

"Sorry," Della's blush tickled up her ears. "I guess I just got a bit excited."

Della's coiled energy remained. She shifted like an eager greyhound while instructing Kate on the ways to bind herself. "Bend your leg; slide your knee first through those loops," she said, her breaths deep and hungry. "Good, now the loop around your thigh and ankle is loose. Take that dangling tail, and fold it parallel like a rabbit ear." Carefully following Della's instructions, Kate wound a belt around the oval of rope until her thigh and ankle were imprisoned in their own segment, in much the same way as her other leg. Della echoed her focus, but every once in a while, her bound BFF thrust her hips against the rope that was now disappearing between the creases of her shorts. By the time Kate had her other leg anchored, the tight fabric had ridden up Della's legs and exposed almost the entirety of her hips. Kate couldn't see her rear from this angle, but she was certain Della was showing a lot of cheek.

"Hell's Dells," snipped Kate through the tape, certain Della could understand her. She continued her admonishment with a series of grunts and twitching that was meant to mimic both Della and a puttering motor. With the gag, however, her grunts sounded more like moans. Her cheeks burned when she realized how closely she'd mimed sex. Her eyes darted to Della for some way to correct the moment, but her best friend had averted her gaze and wrinkled her nose in the way she did when faced with a kernel of truth. Was Della actually turned on?

"Mmff mmmf?" Kate blurted out to charge past the awkward moment. She didn't know why she was so embarrassed. This wasn't the first time she'd seen Della get the hots for something; and normally she'd have teased her about it no problem. Maybe it was that she didn't realize the implications until she'd moaned out, but that wasn't it. Deep down she knew the reason.

Della seemed equally eager to move past the accusation of arousal. "Those loops behind the chair are already set up," she said, her voice meek yet breathy. "All you have to do is get your hands and arms in them, then make the dumbbell fall."

Kate nodded as she sucked her lip to focus her mind. The image of Jordyn proud, confident, and nude lingered despite her efforts. The slack tendrils of rope felt like gentle fingers trailing up her skin as she plunged deeper into danger. But the true shock only came when she tipped the weight to tug the rope. What a rush. The sudden tightening of rope against her skin as it became an unyielding cage made a helpless moan trickle from Kate's lips.

She looked back at Della. The other woman's vacant yet determined expression told her Della's heart was beating as fast as her own. "Ready," Kate stated through her gag, her tone surprisingly soft.

"3... 2..." Della counted, "1."

Kate started with her legs. The knot had been simple to tie; surely it'd be equally simple to untie. Of course her hands had been free then, but some clever wriggling and well-placed grunts would make up the difference. Kate fought furiously against the ropes; the knots dug into her naked thighs, but it was only a little distracting.

She stopped to reassess. Her efforts had done nothing but cause her oversized shirt to rise. The rules meant there had to actually be a way to escape, she just need a different approach. She twisted the little amount her bonds would let her and searched the web of knots pressed against her. Nothing stood out, but she wouldn't be deterred. Her fingers splayed and probed where she couldn't see. She closed her eyes to feel. A soft murmur swirled from her throat as she flexed against her bonds to reach with her fingers as best she could. These ropes felt good; they were soft and hugged her tenderly. She had to do all she could to escape and be bound even tighter.

She gasped. There it was; a knot that was loose. She tugged again, not harder, but probing with more persistence. Her fingers curled in a devious tickle to make her foe come undone. It worked! The coils around her ankle loosened. She closed her eyes and traced the knot a third time. Finally it unravelled like a ball of yarn. The tension binding her calves to the chair dissolved.

One leg was still encased in the cage of rope, but the other was now free! She whooped with victory, swinging her leg out and wiggling her toes. But a whisper of running straps dampened her spirits. Della had one wrist free; she'd wasted no time on any celebration and was already working the harder screw with her freed fingers, and her teeth.

It was enough inspiration for Kate. She needed more slack. She spread her knees and slid her rear forward until it was nearly off her seat. Turning, she rested her chin on the back of her chair. Her hands worked the knot, fingers slipping frantically over the smooth ridges.

Her eyes darted to Della. And she scolded herself for wasting time. What good did it do her to know that her friend had halfway loosened the other screw?

Kate's eyelids fluttered down. Her fingers danced over the knots, loosening this, tugging at that. She closed her mind to Della's clumsy clatter. Each success fueled her demands. Piece by piece the lumps of rope melted to her ever more fervent movements. There was still time. Her friend had to waddle around with the spreader bar to find the key. Her heart bounced against her ribs as she pulled the last long strand of rope through the final knot. Victory!

She opened her eyes, and lunged forward to untie her ankle. But was stopped short by a rope firmly against her chest. Della's proud grin filled her view, and Kate was firmly pressed back against her chair. "Ah, ah, ah," said her unbound best friend with that unbearably, adorable smugness she pulled out whenever she won a game. "I still have some questions."

Kate could have fought back, but there was a hunger in Della's eyes that gave her pause. Was she going to tie her up again?

"Where'd you learn to tie a crotch rope like that?" Della asked as she slowly peeled off Kate's tape gag.

"A what?"

That wasn't the answer Della wanted. She bore down on Kate, and let up with her pinning rope only to force it between the stunned woman's teeth. "This devilish little harness that you tied against my cooch. Don't pretend you don't know what it's called."

This was it. The rope that Kate had tied tight until it'd disappeared between the folds of Della's shorts. Kate stared up wide-eyed at her friend. She trailed her tongue over the twisted strands for a half minute before her brain told her she should be grossed out. She made a face and wiggled her jaw.

Della slipped her rope down, pressing its wet strands gently against Kate's throat.

"I don't know. I must have seen it online or something."

"Or something..." repeated Della. She crossed the rope behind Kate's back, pinning her arms, then tied the two ends just under Kate's breasts.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kate stammered. Trying to control her breath. A heat was rising in her. The rope bit into her, pulling the light fabric of her shirt taut over her breasts. "You won. I'm supposed to be tying you up!"

"Not until you tell me why you tied the crotch rope." Della's tone though insistent, wasn't threatening or even demanding. But the dark need behind her eyes was far more menacing. She began slapping Kate, light, but annoying taps across her thighs.

"C'mon, untie me," hissed Kate as she wiggled against the onslaught.

"Nah," Della giggled. "I'm going to make you escape." She started flicking Kate's knee.

An exasperated snarl spat from Kate. She started tugging again at the loosely tied knots pinning her arms.

Della paused her infuriating attacks, but with wide eyes Kate saw her friend held a clothespin in her hand. For just a second, Kate thought she saw Della scan her chest, hardly protected by the supple fabric of her sleep shirt. But quicker than a scorpion, she leaned forward and nipped the little menace onto Kate's cheek. "So whatcha going to do to me?" Della asked.

"What?"

Della flicked her forehead.

"Hey!"

"What kind of revenge are you planning? That crotch-rope means you got some really wild stuff in that beautiful brain of yours."

Kate found the knot, but another forehead flick made her fumble. "I, I'll tie you up really tight, painfully," she mumbled as her fingers sought the knot again.

Another forehead flick. "Is this the same bitch that replaced my whipped cream with shaving foam? I know you can do better than that."

"Ow, you high-class skank, you know I hate it when you do that."

Della flicked her again.

Kate needed to focus. She closed her eyes, felt for the knot, and just let her mouth talk on its own. "I'm going to wrap you up and make you scrub the floor with a sponge in your mouth. I'm going to handcuff you, and send you for the mail in just your underwear. I'm going to tie that ropecrotch thingy back on and make you watch porn, until you learn to never flick me again!"

Free of distractions the knot was putty in her hands. Kate's eyes shot open and she swung her arms to grab her bratty friend.

She'd wrapped her arms around Della before she noticed the stunned look in her eyes. "Frick Della, that was beyond the pale. Wasn't it?" She gripped the other woman's shoulders to make eye contact. "I'm sorry, I just got carried away."