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Party Games

by Cyan

Copyright 2001 by Cyan
All Rights Reserved; No Redistribution.

"We need something a little more 'you know' than that," said Brenda.

Well I'd thought Pictionary was a perfectly good idea though it's true that Bill wasn't a big fan. But he always seemed to enjoy it once I dragged him into it. We'd helped Brenda and Jeff clean up dinner and we'd all had a little wine, and it was a natural time to decide if the four of us would engage in any after-dinner pastime before Bill and I took our leave. "What do you mean a little more 'you know'?" I asked.

"Oh...", she said and her smile made it clear what she meant though it was hard to imagine what she might have in mind.

"Yes?" I asked, but she still just stood there looking sly. "Truth or dare?" I asked, certainly not meaning it.

"Too juvenile," she said.

"An orgy?"

She laughed. "I'd like to see you agree to something like that. No, I'm thinking of a bondage party."

"A bondage party?" I sensed she had the attention of the men.

"Sure: you can do it without getting too, you know, but we've got to do something just a teeny bit wild."

"What's a bondage party?" I asked. No point in being less than direct.

"Well, one of us gets tied up."

For a moment, no one spoke. "That's it?"

"Sure. The victim can stay dressed. The rest of us all help with the tying."

"Then what?"

"Well, we can take our time with the tying. Then, well, anything. We can just talk or whatever. Even watch TV." When I said no more, she added: "Believe me, it's a trip."

Something about the way she phrased that gave me pause. "Who do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, what would you say?"

By then the men were definitely paying attention. Was she suggesting that I be tied up? "Me?"

"Sure: we'd be gentle, wouldn't we?" At Brenda's query, Bill looked a little embarrassed and obviously didn't know what to say. I thought I saw Jeff barely nod.

The thing that got me is that they weren't both telling Brenda what a crazy idea it was, though I had the sense that both of them were considering saying something to that effect. "Brenda, this is a bit much," I said.

"I promise you'll love it."

"No." It came out of my mouth: the flat negative, somehow making me feel guilty at being the wet blanket. She looked at me as if to inquire as to what I meant. "No," I repeated. I was certain she had to see I meant it and wasn't about to change my mind. The whole thing was out of the question.

"You're worrying about it too much," she said. "Listen: I'll be the one to be tied up, OK?" I stared at her: it was a whole lot harder to give her a flat no when she put it that way. "I think you would have made a perfect frightened victim," she said, "but I'll make the sacrifice."

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