“Keep going, you got it this time!” Jamie encouraged  the other girl cheerfully as Nadia finally seemed to get the ropes to cooperate. There, that wasn’t so bad, it hadn't taken the other girl long to figure out how to get the bindings just right. And they were on pretty good too, snug but not too uncomfortable. A little bit of wriggling and Jamie couldn’t slide her hands out of the makeshift cuffs that locked her wrists together. Her hands still felt warm and Nadia had checked them for capillary refill. Nice. Now all they had to do was get these pesky ropes off and maybe they could all sit around and play a nice relaxing game of Rummy while the other Doms and Subs finished up whatever crazy sex related shenanigans they were up to.<br/><br/>Hold on a second...Doms? Subs? Now Jamie finally seemed to realize that she –wasn’t- giving a clinic on knot tying at work. She was in High School Bondage Club….and now she was BONDAGED! Ah! Run! A bit of panic made her heart rate spike as her flight or fight reflexes kicked in. Obviously she couldn't do much in the way of fighting with her hands bound. But Nadia was moving to undo the ropes so that she didn’t need to run. Oh thank God, Nadia was going to get the ropes off of her and everything was going to be okay.<br/><br/>At least…Nadia started to take them off…and then the redhead looked at Carl. Which of course made Jamie look at Carl when she noticed the implied line of Nadia's gaze. And finally all the little pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. So -this- was why Carl had been soooo sweet to suggest that she give a little rope tying demonstration. It wasn't to make Nadia feel less intimidated by the ropes. It was to get Jamie all tied up!<br/><br/>Oh fuck…and she had been stupid enough to announce she was a Switch….or wanted to –try- to be a Switch. Jamie liked to top, it's who she was. Topping, Domming, they seemed to go hand in hand. Submitting...well...that didn't seem to work well into her plan at all. And it wasn't even if she would be submitting just a little bit! She was going to be submitting to a Sub. Turned into some pet's pet! Nadia was a nice girl and all but Jamie didn't want to be her plaything. And she certainly didn't want to be Carl's. Not unless he was going to magically turn his dick into a dildo.<br/><br/>“I’m just gonna go…er…get these off…eheheh…Good job tying them though Nadia! Really excellent!” Jamie began to sidle away as she spouted out compliments that were sincere but also an attempt to distract at this point. Finally managing to maneuver herself so that she was out of arm’s reach, she turned on her heel and bolted towards the door. Was Jamie –really- going to bolt out of the room stark naked and run all the way down to the woodshop to cut off the ropes with a table saw? No…that would be stupid! She’d use the –band- saw…there was much less chance of her accidently maiming herself! Shit but what if the nylon got caught in the teeth of the saw? Maybe she should use the acetyaline torch? How the hell was she going to use Sparker with her hands bound?!<br/><br/>Did Carl grease the damn doorknob or something?! Some horrible preventative measure to keep all the naughty, uppity Subs from being able to flee the room?! Or where her hands really that sweaty from fear and her nerves so rattled from adrenaline that she couldn’t manage to turn the stupid doorknob that was the only thing keeping her from sweet, sweet freedom.