Tracy Jordan and I are star swimmers and held, to ensure we do not compete in big swim meet. We are wearing sexy bikinis and we wake up, bound and gagged. Tracy's wrists are tightly tied together, underneath her ankles to her legs. Tracy's mouth is tightly cleave gagged, then covered with several strips of wide strips of duct tape. I am bound with my arms in a box tie behind my back. My hands and palms tied holding my wrists. My ankles are crossed and tied together. My mouth is stuffed about as full as it can be so that a word cannot be heard out of my mouth. Then my lips are sealed with several layers of duct tape.

Tracy and I writhe around on the floor first trying our earnest to free ourselves, then coming together to try and free each other, with tons of gag talking. The emotion growing ever more frustrating as it goes along. Lots of scratching and clawing at the ropes. Lot's of sexy frustrated grunting and moaning, and pleas for help. Tracy is frustrated during our struggle and she gets angry at the lack of success in freeing our hands. We try rubbing our tape gag off on each others gag's. It almost looks as if we are kissing with gags on.

While struggling together, we try for both our bindings and our gags. We start to make progress. We removed the ropes on our hands. Pull our gags down and work on our wrist. I come completely free first. I make for the suitcase in the closet and start to collect the rope. Tracy was bound so tight, I needed to help free her. Once freed we take our suitcase of rope and get ready for revenge. We have plans to tie up the competitors who tied us up!