I didn't tell my parents about what happened
for two main reasons. One, I was pretty much
embarrassed by it. And two, I wasn't exactly
an unwilling participant, though it seemed
like it at the time of my first scenario.

Our ex-neighbors had a boarder renting the
guest house in the back of their place. Her
name was Susan. She wasn't much older than
me. She was rarely home which is why I got
the housesitting assignment. On that particular
weekend when I housesat, this girl was having
a pool party with a group of her friends.

In fact, I had been invited to the party and
was looking forward to it. On the afternoon
of the party, Susan introduced me to everyone
and we got along great. After a couple of
hours of swimming, however, I had to do the
housesitting chores that had been assigned to
me, so I excused myself. 

The housesitting chores were easy enough. I
had to feed the fish ... LOTS of fish. There
were fish tanks downstairs and upstairs as
well. Three altogether, and each one was huge.
One of them was a saltwater fish tank and took
special care. All in all, it took me about 45
minutes to finish my duties.

While I was upstairs in the master bedroom I
noticed a rather large black bag sitting on
top of the bed. Curiosity got the better of
me and I just HAD to peek inside. I was a bit
surprised to find that the bag contained a
bunch of what appeared to be bondage gear. I
don't know why I did it, but one by one, I
pulled out different items and set them aside.

There were padded leather restraints, various
blindfolds, and all kinds of vibrators and
other types of sex toys. I guess I lost track
of time because I suddenly became keenly aware
of Susan standing in the doorway and gazing in
my direction.

I didn't quite know what to say, especially
since a great number of the bag's items were
now strewn about on top of the bed. But Susan
quickly put me at ease and began chatting with
me as if nothing unusual was going on. She
explained to me that the bag belonged to her
and that she and her friends were going to use
the items later on in a game that they liked to
play. For some reason, maybe because I was at
ease with Susan, I started asking her questions
about things; mainly about what it was that they
did.

Kind of matter-of-factly, she told me that they
liked to play these tickling games with one
another to see who could outlast each other. I
was admittedly intrigued by it all and also kind
of turned on by the idea of the game she had
begun describing. I was also attracted to Susan
in a way that I had not experienced before. As
it turned out, I learned later on that I had
lesbian tendencies, though I hadn't known it at
the time.

I guess I kind of forgot about the other girls
and it seemed that they had fogotten about us.
In a short bit of time, Susan had convinced me
to try on one of the blindfolds. I remember how
she kind of touched me afterwards. Nothing sexual.
But her touch was pretty exciting and I let her
guide me through her one-on-one lesson in how
erotic tickling could be.

I'm normally pretty ticklish, but Susan only
tickled me lightly with feathery touches all
up and down my body. It felt great. Someway,
somehow, Susan had bound one of my wrists to
the headboard of that big king sized bed. I
hadn't even realized that my wrist had been
tied. She had done it so subtly. I was still
blindfolded, so I don't even know how she 
secured my wrist because the bed wasn't a
four poster kind.

At any rate, I was enjoying what she was doing
to me, so I didn't even protest. Soon enough
she had also tied my other wrist to the bed. 
As she straddled my torso (we were both wearing
bathing suits), she started to tickle me a little
harder than she had before. Of course I couldn't
help but laugh outloud. When my laughter became
too loud, she told me that if I couldn't stay
quiet, she'd have to gag me.

I didn't really believe that she'd actually gag
me, but I stayed quiet anyway. For a few moments
anyway. But I just couldn't help laughing outloud
again when she started tickling me harder. So
before I knew it, Susan stuffed my mouth with a
bunch of cloth and then tied my stuffed mouth shut
with some scarves.

She also secured each of my ankles to opposite
corners of the bed with padded leather restraints.
When she had me securely bound, she removed the
blindfold. I was shocked to find that all of Susan's
girlfriends were sitting on the bed surrounding me
completely. My momentary embarrassment turned to
an instant rush of excitement when one of the girls
suggested that they strip me naked.

I had already been quite turned on with Susan's
soft feathery touches along my entire body. Even
though she hadn't touched me directly between my
legs or even upon my breasts, except to brush
past them a few times, it was evident that my
excitement was sexually arousing for me. Though
my bathing suit had dried by now, there was a
distinct wet spot glistening from the crotch of
my bikini bottoms. And my nipples were standing
erect as well.

It was easy for the girls to strip me completely
naked since I was only wearing my string bikini.
All they needed to do was to untie my bikini top
and bottom. They didn't even need to untie me. At
that point I was totally vulnerable to them. One
by one, with hardly a word of conversation, each
of them began to tickle my body from head to toe.
With a total of six girls, including Susan, my
entire body was being lightly tickled all at the
same time.

It was clear to me that they had done this many
times before with unsuspecting so-called victims.
I was just another person who had fallen for their
trap and who had fallen for the seductively expert
moves of my new friend, Susan. In a way, knowing
that I had probably been set up turned me on even
more. I was enjoying what they were doing to me.
Their light tickling fingers were heavenly. It
lasted a long time.

But that was only part of their plan. When a couple
of the girls decided that it was time for me to be
thoroughly tickled, I knew within a few short moments
that I was in trouble. My feet are especially ticklish
and so are my inner thighs and underarms. Within
seconds of their true tickling assault, I was bucking
up and down on that bed like a wild woman. But it was
of little use. I was very securely bound to that bed
and I wasn't going anywhere.

I had been so effectively gagged that my words were
useless, though I was surprised at the amount of 
noise that I COULD make. Still, for a number of
minutes, in between breaks -THANK GOODNESS- I thought
that I was going to be tickled to death. I knew Susan
well enough to know that she'd never really hurt me,
but I could also now see that she was enjoying this
whole scenario with great satisfaction.

I don't have to tell you that I came so many times
from the excitement of it all that I easily lost
count. The whole scene was a rush that I wouldn't
soon forget. Afterwards my body was so spent that I
could barely move a muscle when they untied me. I
went to the bathroom and then showered while the
girls left to go their separate ways.

I was so HOOKED on the high of being bound and
tickled that Susan had no trouble at all convincing
me to allow her to tie me up and play with me again. I
went over to her place a number of times that Summer
and we became lovers. She was my first bi experience,
but not my last.

As it turned out, Susan had a number of encounters
with the wife of the couple for whom I housesat.
She would sneak her over to the guest house, blindfold
and tie her up, and then have me come in to help
with the "tickling duties" assigned to me. She never
even knew that I was the one who was helping Susan.
And I certainly never told my parents. :-)

Anyway, I'd like to say that the recent stories have been 
INCREDIBLE. Keep up the good work peeps.

Ok, I just got back from Scary Movie, and for all those 
ballgag lovers there is a a person tied up using a maroon 
ballgag,and if there is any leather, costume or ballgag 
bondage stories, please post. And I was just wondering how 
i should do my next self bondage, should I: 1. Dress up in 
a Cat Costume 2. Dress up in leather pants 3. Lingerie with 
pink dress 4. Naked and should I 1. Hogtie 2. Spread Eagle 
and i will use makeup, ballgag, and a Blindfold Please post 
back with answers Thanks

We were placed together in small ‘study groups’. I had the 
pleasure to be teamed with Katy, a firey red-head from 
Yorkshire, Angela, a tall lithe blonde from Portsmouth, and 
Sarah, a curvey and sultry brunette from Lancaster. 
 

We had a good week together, taking part in all the larger 
group study sessions and hikes but also being on our own 
pursuing our own chosen project up on the Scottish moors 
near Pitlochery. 
 

I took a natural interest in the three young ladies but 
without much initial success. Angela missed her boyfriend 
intensely and couldn’t wait to get back to the field centre 
most evenings so she could use the payphone. Sarah was fun 
but was adamant that she had had enough of boys at present 
as she was just getting over some heart breaker. Katy said 
she didn’t have anyone special at the moment but kept 
talking about her ex boyfriend. 
 

I had done a great deal of hiking and hill walking with the 
RAF Cadets so naturally took the lead most of the time – 
usually with the consent of the girls. One afternoon 
towards the end of the week we four were atop the mountain 
near the field centre when the heavens opened. It was a 
really ‘interesting’ summer thunderstorm and we decided we 
should get off the hill as quickly as possible. This lead 
to my plotting of a very ‘fast’ route down to the centre 
and in the course of our descent all three girls fell and 
got absolutely soaked. I must admit I couldn’t help myself 
laughing at them but they ‘blamed’ me for their discomfort 
and, unbeknown to me, plotted their revenge. 
 

That evening all the various study groups were working away 
in the labs of the centre but Katy, Angela and Sarah were 
initially missing. I was a little concerned because we had 
to finish our project that evening to enable us to present 
to the group the next day. There was no point in delaying 
so I got on with some of the writing up and therefore 
didn’t notice the three of them coming into the lab via the 
fire exit. The next thing I knew they had jumped me and 
whilst Sarah and Angela sat on me Katy tied my arms and 
legs with long scarves and pantyhose. They didn’t do a 
particularly good job and when they sat me up on a high 
stool in front of the rest of the group it didn’t take me 
too long to get free – albeit with a very red face. 
 

A little later I managed to talk with Katy alone and issued 
a challenge to her and her partners in crime that if they 
cared to try again in the empty dorm room I shared with two 
of the other guys I bet I could get free from whatever they 
managed to come up with. Katy thought this was a good idea 
and agreed to talk to Sarah and Angela. In the event it was 
only Katy who came up to my room and she proceeded to tied 
me up extremely well with the scarves and pantyhose (but 
unfortunately no gag). After I’d struggled to get free for 
about 15 minutes she decided she’d better let me go in case 
we got disturbed and people got the wrong idea. 
 

Two days later the course ended and I sat with Katy for the 
majority of a long train ride home. During the journey I 
asked her how she’d become interested in bondage. She said 
she’d been playing games with her female cousin since she 
was about 6. They’d experimented with a lot of different 
items to bind each other and had also used some interesting 
things as gags. I asked her why she hadn’t gagged me – she 
said she hadn’t known if I would like it. 
 

I learnt more than simple biology on that field trip and 
found that I wasn’t alone in my love of bondage. Later Katy 
and I became an item – even though she lived some 120 miles 
from me – and we experimented some more – but that had 
better wait for a future telling. 
 

We were lying around in my dorm room, she had come to see me 
run and was going to spend the weekend with me. I was dead 
tired because i had run a hard race earlier that day. She 
got up and said she was going to get something from her car. 
I kinda just mumbled and dozed off. Next thing I know 
someone pounces on top of me and pulls my arms behind my 
back and starts to tie them. At first it was one of the 
soccer players from down the hall so I fought back. i 
rolled over only to see Beth. I immediatly pinned her on 
the bed and wrestled the rope away from her. I was 
totally surprised. She just laid there looking at me. 
She finally said, "well are you just going to sit here 
and stare or are you going to use that rope"
to be continued 
to be continued

My freshman year was quite an eye-opener. I had 
led a pretty sheltered life, and hadn't been out from under 
my parents control before. I was still pretty reserved, but 
I started to grow out of it, with the help of the new 
friends I made.

My freshman roomate was a guy named Mike. 
He was kind of a jerk, but he did teach me a few things. 
He had a brief relationship with a great girl named Melissa. 
She was taller than Mike (maybe 5'8"-9") with long sandy 
brown hair and a slim, athletic build. Melissa had run 
track in her high school, and kept herself in shape. She 
was smarter than Mike, and we had a couple classes together, 
so we talked sometimes (when they weren't together).

I 
knew Melissa was into (or at least open to) kinky ideas from 
conversations and an accidental peek I had one evening in 
the dorm. One time I came home from classes and heard Mike 
in the common shower. I entered the room, and found Melissa 
naked and handcuffed to the metal crossbar of the bunk-bed. 
She was half-covered by the sheet, and struggled to hide 
herself when I suprised her. She freaked out with 
embarrasment but I calmed her down, covered her up, and 
retreated to the lounge downstairs. She came down to get me 
on her way out later, and thanked me for my discretion. We 
never told Mike about that night.

We remained friends 
after Melissa dumped Mike three months later (he cheated on 
her, but she found out from someone else; I didn't want to 
get in the middle of it but ended up getting blamed by both 
sides anyway). With that bump in the road, we saw each 
other less but remained friends.

At the start of sophmore 
year, we ran into each other and renewed our friendship 
full-tilt. I was notably tall (6'4"), blond, somewhat 
strong, athletic and pretty good looking, I guess. After a 
couple weeks of teasing me about how single and available 
she was, I purchased a couple pairs of handcuffs myself and 
walked over to her dorm one evening. My roomate was out 
for the weekend, and I figured I'd see how things went. She 
was studying in the lounge, wearing spandex running pants 
and a tank top. I suggested we go for a walk and talk, but 
she had decided to be difficult and wouldn't come, smiling 
all the while.

She left me no choice. I pulled out the 
handcuffs, wrestled her to the ground, and secured her 
wrists (behind her back of course) and ankles with the 
cuffs. All this was done in about three minutes in front of 
perhaps twenty of her friends and dorm-mates in the lounge! 
She jokingly pleaded with a couple of people to stop me, 
but nobody raised a finger. I threw her over my shoulder in 
a firemans carry and hauled her back to my dorm.

I was 
pretty tired and sweaty when we got back to my room, and I 
put her on the bed while I went to the bathroom to freshen 
up and change. After all, I had to carry her a few blocks 
between dorms, up three flights of stairs, while opening 
doors and ducking her around objects, all while debating 
with her my reasons for the kidnapping. When I returned, 
she had slid off the bed and was crouched near the phone. 
She had knocked the receiver off the cradle, and was trying 
to dial while looking over her shoulder. I stood silently 
in the doorway, watched her work for a minute, trying to 
dial her roomates. When she turned and bent to talk into 
the phone, I walked over and hung it up.

Melissa looked up 
at me and declared that I was completely out of line, 
discussing her rules of dating. She got more serious by the 
minute, declaring that handcuffs are never an option with 
her. I had lit a couple candles around the room and put on 
a CD while we talked and then turned back to her. She was 
very serious. I felt like I was pushing a line with her, 
and asked where things had changed. She told me that she 
had eliminated handcuffs from her life, after hinting about 
a revealing encounter. Not wishing to hurt our friendship, 
and annoyed that I had mis-read signals, I tossed her the 
keys disgustedly, and apologized for grabbing her. I 
reminded her that I was the one who kept her embarrasment a 
secret, if we were talking about last year, and I cared for 
our friendship too much to hurt it with handcuffs. I told 
her I would be back, heading down to grab a soda.

I ran 
into a couple friends while I was down there (which helped 
me to calm down), and returned to the room fifteen minutes 
later. I opened the door, and found the lights were off, 
but the candles were still lit. Melissa had removed the 
cuffs and her clothing, and then re-secured herself with her 
hands in front. I had never seen (all of her) naked, and 
she looked great, with perky A-cup breasts and long, tight 
legs, buns, and belly. "I didn't think you were coming 
back", she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. My mouth 
must have hung open. She stood smoothly and reached her 
hands out to me. I stepped closer, and she handed me the 
keys to the cuffs. "I'm sorry for what I said before. What 
else were you planning for tonight?"

She had blown me 
away. I had never thought I would get this far, this 
easily. I put the sodas down, and stammered through my 
explanation. She reached her cuffed hands up to my shirt, 
and began unbuttoning it. I pulled her hands away, unlocked 
her left wrist, and pulled her arms behind her. As I locked 
her hands behind her, I pulled her body against mine for a 
kiss, then eased her back onto the bed.

I know this site's 
policy is a little more liberal, but I won't get into more 
intimate detail. Needless to say, she spent the night, and 
the cuffs remained on her throughout, but I only left her 
secured for the foreplay. It was the first exciting 
sexually-dominating act at college, but not the last. Feel 
free to tell me what you think.

Jericho

One time I decided to have a little self bondage, I first 
got into bondage about 4 months ago when I turned 14. I'm a 
male sub (that means I like to be tied up for you novices). 
I'm 6'0" and 140lbs. I live in New England. I wanted to 
have a self bondage experience that would be hard to get 
out of, and a little old fashioned bdsm torture to spice it 
up a bid. This would sort of my initiation into 
bondage/bdsm so to speak. After carefully planning it out 
and getting the right materials, I would do it.

I stripped down to my boxers and started by gagging myself. 
I stuffed some panties into my mouth (*courtesy of my 
sister, she still doesn't know that I used them, heh) and 
wrapped a spandex-like clothe around my head securing it 
tightly. Then I placed 3 pieces of duct tape over my mouth, 
my tongue could already taste it...

Next I removed my boxers. I don't usually wear briefs but I 
wanted this situation to be uncomfortable too, to have a 
little torture would turn me on. Some H2O soaked briefes 
that were iced cold were worn, I shivered for a minute but 
I knew that I would have fun because going from shrinkage 
to erection would be quick and fun. To have some pain I 
applied 3 clothespins. They clamped onto the end of my sack 
and would hurt after 3 minutes. I then put on a cute little 
white bra. You must understand that I am not a transvestite 
or gay or bi or any of the sort, so I was turned on quite 
quickly. To add to the pain I attached a clothespin onto 
each nipple, Boy did those things hurt instantly. I tried 
to hold off the pain until I could get bound. So far the 
sack pins were being held in and twisted by the wet briefs 
and the nipple pins were being held in and twisted by the 
cute white bra. 

I fastened a belt around my anckles. This was a strong 
black belt, I measured it previously and poked a hole in 
the right spot so it was quick bondage use any time I would 
need it. Since I would be using handcuffs in the 
experience, I would have the keys on one side of my 
bedroom, and I would be hogtied on the other side.

To be captured even further, I pushed my bed out from the
wall enough so me shoulders could fit through. Now there 
was a tight place to be in (*note that this was 
a "captain's bed" which has build in drawers. So I would be 
in between the solid wall and a solid piece of oak.) In my 
study of bondage I noticed that many people are turned on 
by smells, even smells that are at first appalling. An 
online friend of mine once told me that her boyfriend had 
used urine to train her, it was adaptable as she put it. I 
prepared a piss soaked clothe, it was at the end of the bed 
where there were two corners, the corner of one wall and 
another wall (shoulder width) and the other corner of the 
wall and the bed. 

I hope I'm not confusing you.

Now I knelt on my knees and measured with my eye that if I 
fell forward, which I would have to do, I would land on top 
of the clothe without hitting the wall. I then attached the 
handcuffs quickly to my wrists, and a second pair conecting 
my hands to my feet. 

I was now in a lot of pain, in bra and cold briefs, with 5 
pins in *very* hard places. I was in a full hog tie and 
could move and inch sourrounded by three walls and a shaft 
that would be to hard and long to wriglle down backwards! 
Plus there was the smell! I was forced to smell my own 
urine since I couldn't breathe threw my gagged mouth. At 
first it was nasty, but seconds later it was welcoming and 
I was very turned on, and was hogtied ontop of my penis, 
which added more discomfort. I was alright though, and 
eventually after about 30 minutes I managed to get out of 
there, reach the keys, free myself, jack off (*which didn't 
need much assist, I basically touched myself and I shot!*) 
and clean up. 

That was a really fun time, I hope all of you enjoyed my 
story and try this out for yourself, it's very fun!

-M QrZ9**

I realize this is probably moderated in some form or 
another. As such, I don't necessarily expect my post
to appear...

Nonetheless, I feel compelled to say, regardless of
the consequences: let's please keep it REAL. So many
of these stories are QUITE obviously faked. Whenever
someone immediately talks about their bra size, for 
instance, I know it's a man posing as some [barely] 
pubescent girl--most disgusting. Make it BELIEVABLE!!!!!, 
*if* you have to fake. Make me actually question that
your post IS too good to be true.

That aside, here's my limited experience. As a male
college student heavily into self-bondage, I got bored
and sought out a local dominatrix to the tune of 300 bucks.
I requested that I be hogtied, tightly gagged and, in 
general, abused whilst in that state. I'm a smoker and
have a huge smoking fetish, so I asked that she--a smoker
herself--"use her imagination" in abusing me with the
habit.

It was thoroughly disappointing. I wasn't well-gagged,
was only loosely tied, and her smoking style was far 
inferior to three or four dozen cute "pieces" I know
at school. *I* probably make smoking a cigarette look 
cooler. And I'm a guy for chrissake.

In short, "Mistress Savanna" sucked. I'd had far better,
more stringent experiences by myself--and well before
my college years. As a junior high school student I'd
done better self-bondage than she.

Oh well...

Keep it real! : )

W
 

Hi, this event happened just a few weeks ago; I've just 
finished my second year in University and we finished our 
exams at the beginning of June. The results weren't posted 
until the end of June (I passed!). A lot of people go home 
to wait but a few of us hung around the University, 
essentially with almost a month's complete freedom. The 
University I'm at is campus style, where everything is on 
the same secure site. In particular the halls of residence 
are also on site. Historically, the halls are segregated, 
with a short (just over a quater mile) path linking them 
through a spinney (small wood). As you might imagine, this 
path is very well trodden!
 

Anyway, one Friday evening, I was in my room when there was 
a knock on the door. It was my girlfriend Pat. She came in 
any I went over to my desk to tidy up the books I'd been 
sorting out. Pat followed me and gently slipped her arms 
though mine, pulling them behind me and quickly snapping on 
a pair of handcuffs. While surprised, this didn't worry me 
too much, we've regularly played bondage games in the 18 
months we've been going out. The surprise handcuff trick was 
one we both used quite a lot and was usually the precursor 
to a "heavy" evening.
 

I turned around to see Pat reach up under her skirt and take 
off her panties. She rolled them up and stuffed them in my 
mouth, securing them with a strip of tape. I sat down on my 
bed, expecting her to tie my legs before treating me to a 
tasteful striptease, which she usually did to get these 
evenings started. But instead, she said "Sorry, not tonight 
lover boy, we've something quite different in store for 
you!"
 

With that, she went over to the door, opened it and said 
"OK, I've got him." Three more girls from Pat's hall came 
in, one of them carrying a black bag with what looked like a 
dog collar around the entrance. Indeed it was and very 
quickly, it was pulled over my head and the collar fastened 
around my neck, not tight enough to grip my neck but tight 
enough that it wouldn't slip back over my chin. I was 
effectively blindfolded, except that there was a slight 
light leak around the bottom of the bag. I heard a click, 
which I later learned, was a small padlock securing the 
collar in place.
 

I was struggling as best I could but the handcuffs and the 
four girls made this a fruitless exercise. They pushed me 
back on the bed and one of them sat on my chest to hold me 
down. I felt them remove my socks and my shoes, then my 
jeans and underpants. I was glad of the head bag at this 
point to hide my blushes. Next, amongst lots of giggles, 
they shaved my legs and the rest, fortunately using an 
electric razor, so no nicks. Then I felt a tight pair of 
panties being pulled up my legs and my modesty was restored. 
Next, a pair of pantyhose, which I have to admit, felt 
rather nice against my newly shaved legs! A second pair of 
panties over the top completed this phase, the multiple 
layers being to prevent unwanted "bulges".
 

My ankles were then tied together and they allowed me to 
stand up. One girl held each of my arms as the handcuffs 
were removed. My remaining body hair was removed and then I 
felt a bra being put on me followed by a silky blouse that 
buttoned up the front, though it wasn't done up yet. My 
hands were recuffed behind my back. The bra cups were filled 
out with some kind of cloth and the blouse was buttoned up. 
 

Their next move surprised me. I felt a rope being tied 
around my waist with the two ends hanging down in front. 
They were pushed between my legs and pulled up and fastened 
in the back. I'd been crotch-roped! I didn't think crotch 
ropes did much for guys - wrong - they'd positioned it very 
carefully!
 

Finally, I felt a straight skirt being pulled up my legs and 
zipped up. I could feel the hem 2-3" above my knees. A pair 
of shoes with 2" heels completed the ensemble. They sat me 
down on the bed and left Pat to guard me while they went off 
to help elsewhere.
 

Pat whispered to me that she was sorry she'd had to do this 
to me but there wasn't any way she could really get out of 
it. Anyway, she said, I think you'll enjoy it, though you 
will be a bit tired when you are through. I tried to 
communicate with her, but the gag made this impossible. I 
struggled against the restraints but secretly, I was quite 
excited at what the evening may hold in store for me and I 
knew that with Pat involved, I would come to no real harm.
 

After a while, probably about 30 minutes but it seemed 
longer as I was unable to see, I heard a knock at the door 
and more girls re-entered, probably the ones who had 
"prepared" me. I felt my ankle bonds being released but 
immediately replaced with a "hobble" - a rope about 18" long 
with the ends tied round my ankles, to restrict the steps I 
could take. I was escorted outside into the corridor and I 
felt something being clipped to my collar. One of the girls 
gave the order to move on and as I shuffled down the 
corridor, I realised I'd been clipped to some kind of chain. 
We stopped a couple more times, presumably for the addition 
of more captives, and then we were led along the corridor, 
down the stairs to ground level (with my arms held by a girl 
each side to prevent me falling). We were led outside and 
from the direction we took, along the path towards the 
girls' hall. We shuffled (because of the hobbles) along for 
a while - I estimated we must have been about half way along 
the path. Then we were ordered to stop.
 

We stood for a few minutes, then my collar was unclipped 
from the chain. I was backed up until I felt the coarse bark 
of a tree at my back. My handcuffs were removed and my arms 
pulled back behind the tree, my wrists crossed and tied 
tightly with soft rope. My legs were tied together at the 
ankles and knees, with the excess rope being tied off behind 
the tree. My waist, chest and shoulders were tied to the 
tree to complete my bondage. A few struggles confirmed that 
escape was impossible. I felt something being pinned to my 
blouse but had no idea what it could be. Then I sensed a 
bright flash, which was a photograph being taken for the 
record. Then I sensed my captors moving away and relative 
silence descended.
 

I heard the clock on the village church in the distance 
chime 9 o'clock. Periodically, I heard voices approaching, 
giggles and laughs as the passers by saw the assembled 
captives, and occasionally, a hand being slipped up my 
skirt, with accompanying giggles as my crotch rope and 
indeed, my gender, were discovered. The frequency of passers 
by reduced over the next hour or so and after what seemed 
like an eternity, I heard the clock once again chime 10 
o'clock. These would be the last chimes until 8 a.m. the 
following morning, since the chimes were turned off after 10 
to preserve the villagers sleep. I wondered how much longer 
I would be here.
 

The frequency of people passing increased again some time 
later, presumably people returning to hall after the bars 
had closed, and then, eventually, silence again. But still 
no sign of release.
 

I was beginning to feel very tired and began to slump in my 
ropes. I didcovered that they had been tied in such a way 
that they would support me reasonably comfortably. 
Eventually, I drifted off into a fitful sleep. 
 

The dawn chorus awakened me, with light just beginning to 
seep into the bottom of the bag around my neck. I guessed it 
must be around 5 a.m. in which case, I'd been held captive 
for close on 10 hours. I heard voices approaching and soon, 
I felt my bonds being released. My wrists were handcuffed 
behind my back once again and I was led away with just the 
cuffs, the head bag and of course, the gag. I was led 
towards the girls' hall, inside and up the stairs in the 
general direction of Pat's room.
 

When we got there, the door was opened and I was led in. I 
felt the collar on the bag being unlocked and unbuckled and 
finally the bag was pulled from my head. My captor said "OK, 
Pat, he's all yours!" and she left, locking the door behind 
me. Pat didn't say anything. I blinked as my eyes got used 
to the light and the reason for Pat's silence was obvious. 
She'd been tied up and gagged and was lying on her bed in a 
hogtie!
 

I moved over and sat beside her and after around 30 minutes, 
with my hands cuffed behind me, had managed to feel my way 
to untie her hogtie rope and loosen her wrists enough for 
her to wriggle free. She took off her tape gag and pulled a 
pair of panties from her mouth. She ungagged me next - I was 
very happy to spit out the now soaked panties from my mouth 
too. She then untied her ankles and came over to look at my 
handcuffs.
 

I asked her to remove the remaining crotch rope, which she 
did and then said the bad news was that she didn't have a 
key to the cuffs. The best she could do was to help wriggle 
them over my butt and pull my legs through them, which hurt 
a little as they dug in but at least my hands were in front 
which reduced the strain on my shoulders. I was also able to 
see what the hands up my skirt had been about - the thing I 
had felt being pinned to my blouse was a notice saying 
"Please goose me"! 
 

I went to the bathroom and then we both went back to sleep 
for a few hours. Pat was already up when I awoke. She'd been 
along to ask about the keys to the cuffs. She'd been told 
she could have them at 5 p.m. that evening, so I would have 
to spend the day cuffed. She's also been told to keep me in 
my girl's outfit for the day too! This would be a fun day - 
not! I discovered that in all 18 guys from my hall had been 
kidnapped and held prisoner. We were all around in Pat's 
hall for the Saturday, some with their hands in front like 
me, others with them still behind their backs.
 

Pat and I spent most of the day in her room and what we got 
up to isn't for here. Some of the girls had taken their 
boyfriends out and about on campus and a few brave souls, 
even into the village.
 

At 5 p.m. the keys were delivered to Pat's room and at last, 
after 22 hours, I was completely free. We went back over to 
my place and I gratefully changed back into my own clothes 
and we went out for a quiet celebration dinner at the local 
Indian restaurant. 
 

I'm sure Pat and I will continue our (private) bondage games 
in the future. The only worry is that she said she thought I 
looked rather nice in a skirt!
 

In the words of the famous actor, Mr. B. Bunny, "That's all 
folks!"
 

Hope you enjoyed it.

 I don't believe a word of your story. I'm not 
saying that you can't post fake stories (john shiva) but 
just TRY to make it believable. The beggining was ok, but 
the shit about 18 guys and not getting the keys until 5 is 
just too unbelivable. 

Not to sound hostile or anything, but I have to ask who 
asked you to critique the stories? I certainly didn't. If 
you don't like a story, skip it.
 

Also, please take the time to spell things correctly if 
you're going to criticize the writings of others.

we are all entitled to our own opinions about the stories 
and I realy don't mind you saying that you did not like the 
story but to say I am someone else is totly wrong. I have 
never posted anything on here because I have never been 
tited up. I don't realy care if the story is not real just 
don't diss the person that wrote it. That person probly 
put a lot of time into his story.

Jc aka The man
 

At my second day at my new school (I've just started high 
school) I became witness to something "bondagy".

I saw a girl coming through the corridor with a very big 
armring I thought. I then realized it was a pair of 
handcuffs. A guy was holding the other end, and she was 
screaming something like "No! Please! Don't lock me up!", 
but he was just laughing. He found a metal pole (going from 
the ceiling to the floor), and locked her to it hands behind 
back. She started screaming for help, but everyone that 
passed just laughed. Even the teachers. I came back after 
about 5 minutes, and she was still there, but the guy just 
came back, and released her. She said something about 
revenge, and I really want to know about that, when it 
happends...

I hope you liked the story, if you did I can tell you 
that I never has been directly involved in any tying up, so 
I cannot write anything 'bout me...yet.

Great story! But......if you were tied up for 22 hours, 
(now how do I put this gently?)....you must have one 
heckuva bladder! 

Bruce (who would love to find himself in Pete's place)

I was working full-time when I went 
to college, so I had to take classes part time. I never 
got into any of the social aspects of college (sports 
parties, dorm parties, fraternities, etc) because I was 
part time and didn't live in a dorm. About all I had time 
to do was work, take care of my apartment/car/bills, attend 
classes, and study. 

I had just come back from working a 
Friday night shift (it being Saturday morning just before 
sunrise) and was walking toward the apartment bldg's 
entrance, when I heard some noises coming from the bushes. 
I usually would not pay much attention to it, or would 
hurry inside (I hoped it wasn't another drunk passed out 
behind the bushes) but something told me to look. So I 
did.

 To my utter surprise, I saw not one but TWO young 
women, both slender, both blindfolded, both securely 
gagged. One was stripped to her bra and panties, the other 
to a short tank-top and panties. Both had their ankles 
tied. As they moved around I could see each had her hands 
handcuffed behind her back and her knees, bent, a rope 
going from her ankles to her handcuffs. The blindfolds 
appeared to be taped into place. They were laying between 
the hedges and the building on a blanket.

 Well, after I 
had taken a GOOD look, I decided to rescue these "damsels 
in distress" and stepped behind the bushes. "Easy," I 
said, "I'm not going to hurt you!" One of them began 
trying to talk even more through what was apparently a very 
effective gag. "Let me get you untied", I said.

 I 
untied each girl's feet and pulled their gags out. As soon 
as the bra&panty one could talk she started saying "He's 
not one of them, oh my God, he's not one of them!" 

AFter getting them freed (except for the handcuffs, 
which would have required a key) They told me that they had 
been left here as an initiation and were to be picked up at 
sunrise. They further told me, as I led them shivering 
inside the building, that the girls who left them had made 
them strip to their underwear. Neither girl was expecting 
to be left in such a semi-public place and neither expected 
it to be for so long. 

I brought them into my apartment 
and immediately the tank-top one told me that if I could 
get her hands free, she would do anything I asked. I told 
her that it would require a key, not mentioning that I had 
one somewhere, when I got an idea. 

"How would you like 
to get even with these girls?" I asked. They looked at 
each other and Bra&Panty asked what I had in mind. We 
planned for a few moments and, just as the sun was rising, 
put our plan into action. 

I went downstairs and 
waited until I saw a big car come around with two girls in 
it, both blonde. When they looked behind the bushes and 
saw nothing, they began looking around. "Lose something?" 
I asked. "None of your business" one replied, then I held 
up one of the blindfolds with the tape still on 
it.

"Where are Teena and Sheena (or whatever their names 
were)?" aked the mouthy blonde. "If you want to see them, 
you'll have to come with me. Both of you. Now, 
immediately. Leave your car parked right there and come 
along." 

They conversed for a minute as I began walking 
off and finally they followed. I opened the door of my 
apartment and motioned them inside. ONe of the girls sat 
on the couch, her hands behind her in handcuffs, gagged, 
and pleading through her gag. As the two new girls 
entered, I said "NOW" and she stood up, pulled the open 
handcuffs from behind her, and approached the blondes. My 
other rescued girl came from the kitchen with the other set 
of handcuffs and the three of us took the two blondes 
captive. Reminding them that turnabout is fair play, we 
made them strip to their underwear and handcuffed both of 
them. I found handcuff keys in both their purses and my 
two rescued girls availed themselves of the blondes' 
clothing and shoes. 

The whole story ended with Teena 
and Sheena leading two handcuffed, stripped to undies 
blondes to their own car to be returned to their club or 
whatever. 

The bad news is, the redhead who promised me 
the moon if I would get her hands free never returned to 
properly thank me. Oh, well, virtue is its own reward.

To try and make a long story short,lisa and i had never 
meet in person,but we talked on the phone for a month 
almost evryday,well after one call and a few shots and a 
beer plus the fact i figgured we werent ever gonna meet,i 
got some guts,and started hinting to lisa about my'hobby' 
bottom line we made this dorky bet,if she lost she would 
have to play my hobby with me.the bet and i gave her a lot 
of good clues is she had to guess my hobby,if she did i 
would go danceing with her if she couldnt guess,we 
would 'play' my game.
 
 

Well i won (yay) but i was still young and had NEVER told 
anybody my kink :) so i started to get old feet,but i didnt
want to look like a chicken so i added new rules thinkng 
she would say i am a kook and she would back off .(hah 
little did i know) The new rule and i swear i told her 
this,meet me at midnight at the local graveyard!!! I 
thought for sure she would tell me to drop dead. nope she 
said okay BUT
 
 

just make it earlier. well needless to say i was floored,i 
was gonna get to tie up a girl that i had never met. But 
let me say this she was a freind of my freinds wife. she 
evan said i could wear a mask,well i didnt that was too 
werid for me thenyeah i know but i am meeting a women i 
never meet fot the first time in a graveyard,hey i was a 
kid (18) she was there before me,she still hadnt guessed my 
hobby,or so she said,who knows,well i showed her a issue of 
bondage life,it was real dark she had to squint,oh and by 
the way lisa to me was awesome looking,very pretty,as i 
showed her the mag,and watied to see what she would do,in 
the background on my car radio the station was playing 
kisses :tie your mother down" talkabout a qurk of fate
To my surprise she allowed me to tie her up,yes right there 
in the cematary,in the dark. I asked her if she wanted her 
hands in front of her or behind her,she put her hands in 
front of her,i had brought some rope,so i tied her hands in 
front of her,and then tied her arms to her side !!! Wow she 
was blowing my mind letting me do this to her,rember this 
was are first time meeting face to face.I asked her if i 
could gag her,she didnt want me too, but i still tried,but 
not very hard.
 
 

Now dont ask me how we got to this point cause i dont 
know,she aggreed to go to the local dennys,i made some kind 
of comment,like how are you gonna drive tied up like that! 
Well i have know idea how she did it but she got in her car 
still bound,i opened the door for her,i think i started her 
car for her but not sure,well it was about 830 or in sept 
or oct dennys was a little over a mile away,she folowed me 
we were then in minutes,well she could not get out of her 
the car the way she was tied,so i got out of my car,to open 
her door and untie her,all of a sudden all he lights seemed 
to be afully bright,well i untied her,and we went into the 
dennys,and hung out there for hours, we didnt talk much i 
was floored,this women who i talked to so freely before on 
the phone sat before me and i was stunned
 
 

To my delight SHE asked me when she could see me again,well 
i started to fall in love with her right there(bad mistake) 
beause well i fawned over her,and guys you know what 
happens when you do that,however we dated off and on for a 
month or so and i did get to tie her up one MORE time,and 
evan gag her,wow! as i said this is a true story and i know 
it seems toaly weird but i think thats when i started to 
fall in love,anyways part 2 comeing soon,tonight tomorow,I 
dont want to hog up a lot of space if nobody likes my 
story :)

An unusual story, but worth the wait. I wish someone 
would've fixed me up with a gal like that. Yes, I liked the 
story, and don't think you were just wasting space with 
it...a good story is never a waste (well, maybe you could 
have used smaller print...just kidding). Can't wait for 
part two!

Well, you know what they say: A DID in 
the handcuffs is worth two in the bush! 

Fond memories,

1)Was your girlfriend part of a sorority or was this part of 
an initiation?

2)Why were the boys singled out for this treatment? Did the 
girls conspire together over this and got Pat involved or 
was Pat part of the ring leaders?

3)What amazes me is that no one called the police and that 
is very unusual but I know of cases where this goes on alot.

Lastly, again it is the kind of story that I would have 
loved to be a part of. Have you ever considered using the 
people who post stories into your stories.....contact me by 
e-mail if you like as I have been involved in bondage for 
quite a few years

Christopher

I do, however, still think that being polite when 
commenting on a story is a good idea. Once again, sorry, 
and let me say I'm glad to see that a few more stories have 
been posted. My thanks to the authors.

Does our hero excape? Does he stay? Does Christopher's 
desire for freedom overcome his desire for multiple and 
beautiful female attention? Will he tell us? 

WE MUST KNOW!!!
 

Christopher

Ok...first off, this is my first time posting here. Also, 
seeing as how I am 23 and this event happened about a month 
ago, I didn't know exactly where in this great website to 
post this. I work at a factory where everyone (surprisingly 
enough) gets along with one another. Now, this particular 
night, we were all anxious to leave. Gathering near the 
front of the factory, about 11:50pm, were Mike (19), me 
(23), and Crystal (19, knockout body). Crystal decided to 
have some fun with Mike and tried taping him up....He got 
free and got her in a tight bearhug. Now the fun began as I 
looked on. He went to his pallet jack and got a fresh roll 
of tape. We use clear packaging tape on most of our boxes. 
Once Crystal saw this and saw him approaching, so she took 
off. A few of us followed into the area where our timeclock 
was. Mike caught her and proceeded to tape her arms to her 
body. Someone that worked in Printing (we worked in 
Molding) suggested that we tape her to a chair, and that 
same guy held her down as Mike taped her body to the chair. 
He even wrapped her legs together...it was probably a good 
thing that she was wearing jeans. The final insult was when 
he tried to tape her mouth, but unfortunately that did not 
happen. He wanted to carry her out to the floor, so that 
all the employees could see what he had done to her, but 
someone already started cutting the tape. You could say the 
icing on the cake was that our Supervisor was on vacation 
that week. But knowing him, he probably would have found 
the turn of events laughable too.

Can someone tell me via e-mail?

With grateful thanks

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Due to the fact that I forgot one part of my story and also that it ran together as I forgot to put at the end of the paragraphs. I am reposting it again. Thanks to Nathraq, Dash and Josh for the encouragement. Please ignore my previous posting for the reasons stated above and thanks to Canuck100 for his input and sorry for taking up so much space.
 

THE CHARACTERS:
 

Christopher 20 years old, 5'9", 180 lbs. with brown eyes and black hair was a freshman at MacMaster University in Hamilton and planning to major in Computer Information Services. It was my first time away from home, which is located in the quiet small town of Erin. I had gotten a scholarship from McMaster due to my high marks and had acquired a reputation as a brainer. 
 

Jeannie, a 20 year old, 5'4", 116 lbs., 36-25-34, was a first year business student who came from Stoney Creek and lived two houses down from Peggy and Kathleen.
 

Kathleen, a 18 year old, 5'7", 150 lbs., 38-28-36, grey eyed blonde was also a first year student majoring in nursing. Kathleen was full-figured, muscular without being muscle bound, but wore size 12-14 outfits and also came from Stoney Creek.
 

Peggy, 19 years old, 5'8", 140 lbs., 36-22-36 was also a freshman majoring in business. Peggy was the older sister to Kathleen.
 

Faye, a 20 year old, 5'3", 108 lbs., 36-24-34 green eyed brunette was in her 1st year majoring in hospital management. Faye also came from Stoney Creek and lived across the street from Peggy and Kathleen.
 

A graduate had warned me, that my good looks well built thighs and broad shouldered build might cause me to be a prime 'Hell Week' victim. The graduate explained that groups of co-eds at MacMaster had the right to go after and capture any male they desired, capture him and keep him bound and gagged until he was presented, in the same state, before the judges. He stated that any capture could not be done in public and warned me which areas at MacMaster to avoid being captured. When I arrived at my dorm room I did not know that I had already become a desired target of several female groups but now became THE PRIME TARGET of one particular female group after one of their number noticed me in the office where she worked.
 

On Monday morning, of the second week, I went to the 'Computer Advisors' department make an appointment to see my academic adviser Mr. John Saunders. The first person I met was a Peggy Paul who worked as one of Mr. Saunder's assistants. Her job was to assist freshman entering the computer course in filling out the necessary forms before their interview with their academic adviser.
 

"Hello" Peggy said with a big smile when I walked in "Can I help you?"
 

I looked at Peggy, who stood up from her desk, and was dumbfounded. I had met many women but no one especially dressed like her. She was wearing a yellow halter, that hardly contained her 36" breasts, skin tight blue jeans with the legs covered by a pair of white, knee high, 3" vinyl boots. 
 

I continued staring as Peggy walked toward me her perfume overwhelming my senses.
 

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you that it was impolite to stare at ladies?" Peggy said with a smile. "I'm sorry," I said.
 

"That's ok" Peggy giggled as she held out her hand to me "All you new country boys are the same my name is Peggy."
 

"Christopher.....Christopher Dean" I said as I took Peggy's hand and kissed it.
 

"How gallant" Peggy exclaimed then as she led me over to her desk asked "Do you always greet women this way?"
 

"My parents taught me that a woman should be treated royally no matter who she is" I replied.
 

"Your parents taught you good.....Christopher" Peggy answered as went over to the desk. When we reached it Peggy said "Take a seat Christopher."
 

"After you" I responded.
 

"Chivalrous as well as gallant' Peggy replied "a rare combination" as she helped me fill out the forms then said "Christopher, within the next few days you will receive a letter from Mr. Saunders telling you when to come in for your interview."
 

As I got up to leave I noticed a pair of black leather gloves and asked Peggy "Are these yours?"
 

"Yes Christopher, they're mine. Why do you ask?"
 

"I've always liked gloves on a woman.....especially ones that go about 2-4 inches past the wrist and are skin-tight. Would you mind putting them on for me?"
 

"My pleasure Christopher" Peggy replied and put them on both hands. 
 

"How do they look?" Peggy quipped as she held both gloved hands out to me.
 

"They enhance your beauty" I replied as I took both her gloved hands and kissed one then the other.
 

"Why thank you! I'll have to add charming to chivalrous and gallant!!" Peggy replied with a smile then coming up to me seductively asked "Is there anything else that you like a woman to wear?
 

"A few very special things…………..but if I revealed that information then it wouldn't be a mystery.....now would it?" I replied. After I left she quickly picked up the phone and dialled her home number. 
 

"Tell Kathleen and Jeannie I found our victim" Peggy excitedly said to Faye when she picked up the phone. 
 
 

"Who is he?" Faye asked.
 
 

"His name is Christopher Dean" Peggy replied
 
 

"Christopher Dean" then she paused before saying "You did say Christopher Dean."
 
 

"That's the name I gave. WHY? What's so special about him?"
 

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT PEGGY! YOU HAD HIM AND YOU LET HIM SLIP RIGHT THORUGH YOUR FINGERS!!!" Faye screamed out loud.
 

There was a brief silence as Peggy groaned then asked quietly "Is this the same Christopher Dean that is on the most wanted female hit list?"
 

"One and the same" Faye replied then asked "Peggy how could let him get away?" 
 

Peggy replied "He came in and charmed me so that I forgot why he was wanted. You're right Faye...I am an idiot. I'm so sorry."
 

"No harm done Peggy. He's gotten quite a reputation here as a ladies man and he's charmed other girls the same way but we'd better move fast or we won't capture him" Faye replied "He's still number 1 on every girl groups' hit list. In fact two groups almost killed each other 2 days ago trying to catch him and several other groups have been trying all week but to no avail."
 

"How has he been able to escape being captured? No male has survived this long." Peggy asked.
 

"You're not going to believe this but the consensus among the girl groups' is that someone's tipped him off because he knew exactly what areas to avoid and has this uncanny ability to smell a trap .....so to speak." Faye replied then added "He's been able to successfully nullify every attempt to capture him.....in fact some of the groups' are giving up."
 

"He can't be that good!!! Is he?" Peggy asked
 

"The word 'good' doesn't apply here Peggy" Jeannie replied then continued".....'Expert, cunning and superb' are the words I'd use. None of the others know this but I looked in his file and found out that he has a 3rd Dan or 3rd degree black belt in Karate and had been in the Air Force Reserve for seven years. I passed myself off as a university reporter and phoned the local newspaper. I found out that he was undefeated in every karate match and every girl felt protected when they were with him. In fact some of the local toughs found out just how good Chris's karate was...........the hard way. One of the girls, at the paper, let it slip that she and other girls had tried to bed him but found that he would never violate any girl's integrity. I also phoned his base and was told that he was the best reserve officer they ever had. I also was told that he had taken an E & E course 2 years ago and achieved the highest marks ever given. In fact, his score has never been broken and he was the only reservist not to get caught." Faye replied. 
 

"E & E?" Peggy asked.
 

"Escape and Evasion course" Faye answered "It's designed to help aircrews who get shot down get back to their lines without being captured while living off the land."
 

"No wonder he's an expert with that kind of training" Peggy replied then asked "but how does that training apply here?"
 

Faye replied "Here's how it applies and I'll give you three examples. First…one of the groups actually trapped Christopher in a room, on the third floor. They had the most seductive girl, on campus, con him into allowing her to handcuff his hands in front to a bar holding a window open then he allowed her to shove a ballgag in his mouth. 
 

You don't mean Shannon O'Connor? The one that every male lusts after and wants to fuck?" Peggy asked incredulously.
 

"Yup Peggy, Shannon O'Connor" Faye replied "but let me continue before I forget. As she went to tell the others Chris got a bobby pin and used it to unlock the handcuffs. Then as they arrived they saw the open handcuffs and the ballgag, on a desk, with a note saying 'MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES FOR NOT HANGING AROUND BUT AN EMERGENCY CAME UP'. They quickly ran to the window saw Christopher standing on the sidewalk then he smiles, blows them a kiss, waved then casually walked away.
 

Talk about humiliation! How did he get the handcuffs off? What is he…………an escape artist. How did he jump without hurting himself?" Peggy asked.
 

"He's an escape artist for sure, as I found out, but, I also found out from his school that he was also the top gymnast and never lost a competition which is why he didn't hurt himself when he jumped out the third floor window" Faye replied. 
 

Peggy said "continue Faye, I'm all ears."
 

Second...one of the girls in a girl group asked Christopher if he could get her biology book from the second floor classroom. Her group had girls stationed at all the exits and one outside the classroom. What they didn't know was, as I found out later, that Christopher is also an expert at picking locks, which explains how he got out of the handcuffs. He unlocked the side door and enters, climbs the stairs and walks right through the unguarded second classroom door, you know each classroom has two doors, and gets the textbook. Then, to add insult to injury, taps the girl on the shoulder, softly says 'pardon me' then after saying 'thank you' says 'good-bye...you've been a big help' and gives her a soft, slightly open mouthed kiss. She begins to weaken and Christopher, always the gentleman that he is, quickly takes a chair out of the classroom and, while still kissing her, slides the chair under her then leaves via another side door. He walks around and hands the book to the girl then taking her hand kisses it saying 'the pleasure was all mine' and walks away. By the time her friends arrive he is casually strolling down the sidewalk then turns, smiles and waves good-bye to them. They run upstairs to find their lookout sitting with a dazed look on her face and murmuring over and over 'he kissed me.…….he kissed me'."
 

"You have to admire him, Faye. He certainly has the guts and balls to pull these stunts off" Peggy replied then added "How did they take being humiliated?"
 

"They were furious but helpless and BOY.....did it get around the campus. Most of the guys think he's a hero and several girl groups feel totally helpless, discouraged and depressed. In fact several groups have been giving me tips on how Christopher operates and if he eludes us as he has them for one more week then he's home free also...............Anyway let me get onto point 3...and this is unbelieveable. Chris was walking towards the campus library when he saw a girl being tied up and gagged by a group of 5 girls. What Christopher didn't know that it was all staged to catch him but it failed. Using his E&E training Chris walked up to the tied girl unseen and cut the ropes then quietly disappeared. The other girls were still waiting for him when they saw Chris walk up and say 'I already freed her so you can take her home now.' Their mouths dropped open and before they could do anything he turned on his heel and walked casually away."
 

"Is there anything he can't do" Peggy asked?
 

"Every girl agrees with you and are out of ideas on how to capture Chris" Faye replied " but I have an idea on how to……………….."
 

Peggy interrupted "By the way I also found out that he likes a woman to wear skin tight, black leather gloves that go past the wrist. He saw my pair on the desk and asked me to put them on. When I did he took my gloved hands and kissed each one saying 'They enhance your beauty'."
 

"He does?" Faye cried out "That's great Peggy. I'll tell the others to wear any black leather gloves they have."
 

"That's not all Faye" Peggy replied "I tried to charm him by asking him if there was anything else he liked a woman to wear he replied 'a few special things...............but if I revealed that information it wouldn't be a mystery now would it?' He seems to be immune to feminine wiles." 
 

"All the more reason to capture him to find out what he likes and doesn't like. By the way aren't you full German, maybe you should interrogate him" Faye responded.
 

"You mean like this" Peggy said then going into a fake German accent said "You have resisted our attempts to make you tolk......Herr Dean. Ve vill have to employ very special means to find out what you like in vomen and vhen ve are finished you will tolk, Herr Dean.............this I promise" as both collapsed in laughter.
 

"That was great Peggy" Faye said "but let me get to the third point before I forget" Faye continued "Remember Howard last year...how hard it was to capture him and how he eluded the groups for three days...mostly running and hiding. Well...how do I say this.....Christopher's ability to avoid capture makes Howard look like a toddler and his brains are in the right place....if you know what I mean."

"THAT'S GREAT!!...REAL FUCKING GREAT!!!" Peggy exclaimed angrily "JUST WHAT WE'VE ALWAYS WANTED...SOMEONE WHO HAS THE COMBINED CHARMS OF A DON JUAN AND A CASANOVA AND IS IMMUNE TO FEMININE WILES. AN EXPERT IN KARATE, LOCKPICKING, GYMNASTICS, SURVIVAL AND GOD KNOWS WHAT ELSE!!!!! WHO DOESN'T HAVE TO RUN OR HIDE, WHO CAN SMELL A SET-UP OR TRAP, AVOID IT AND HAS HIS BRAINS IN THE RIGHT PLACE AND NOT BETWEEN HIS LEGS". As Peggy took a few deep breaths she then said calmly "if we're going to nab him we'd better put our plan into effect before we lose him. Is everything ready?"
 

"Everything's set. Kathleen and Jeannie are standing by" Faye replied.
 

"Then we make our move this Saturday morning. Have the van running while Kathleen, Jeannie and I go to Saunder's office in the accounting building as that's where he'll be. Remember be sure to tell the others about the gloves.....they have to wear them!"
 

"Roger" Faye replied and hung up.
 

"Christopher" Peggy said quiet grimness, after hanging up, "you may have been able to escape the other girl groups but you won't be escaping us or your fate." Then Peggy again went into her German accent saying "Herr Dean.....ve have vays of finding out vhat you like in vomen and you vill tolk vhen ve are finished vith you" then she giggled.
 

Later that day Peggy typed a letter to me on John Saunder's letterhead setting up my interview for Saturday, a day that she knew John Saunders would not be in. Peggy used his signature stamp to sign the letter. Later that day she gave the letter to Kathleen who placed it in my mailbox where I picked it up later that day.
 

Dear Christopher Dean,
 

Welcome to the MacMaster University. As your Academic Advisor I would like to meet with you Saturday September 28 at 10:30 AM to discuss your curriculum.
 

Sincerely,
 

J. Saunders
Dean of Computer Studies
Department 
 

On Saturday September 28 I walked through the halls of the deserted hallways of the Computer Information Systems building. When I reached John Saunders office I saw a lengthy note addressed to me taped to the door. As I was concentrating on reading it I did not hear Jeannie, Peggy and Kathleen sneaking up behind me. Jeannie was wearing a white long sleeved, scooped neck spandex top with a red heart on silver wings across her chest. She was also wearing super-slimmed blue jeans covered by knee-high, black vinyl boots and carrying a black latex hood in her above-the-wrist length, black leather gloved hands. 
 

Kathleen was wearing a sleeveless, spandex stretched, black demin dress cut 2" above her knees, black pantyhose and knee-high, black leather riding boots and above-the-wrist length, black leather gloves. She had a 6-foot long black satin scarf wrapped around her neck that was knotted a few times in the middle. Peggy was wearing a back baring, black halter bodysuit with a generously layered bustline which revealed ample cleavage covered by a pair of white, knee high, 3" vinyl boots. She had inserted a pair of handcuffs inside her belt and had, in her above-the-wrist length, black leather gloves held a choke chain which went around the neck and had a clip on the free end that hung down below ones shoulder blades. 
 

Kathleen was to pin my arms while Jeannie placed the spandex hood over my head. As Kathleen held me down Peggy would handcuff my hands while Jeannie would take the choke chain from Peggy and place it around my neck. She and Peggy would then push my handcuffed hands, up to the small of my back, and connect them to the clip dangling below my shoulder blades. I had just finished reading the note when suddenly Kathleen wrapped her powerful arms around me from behind, pinning my arms to my side and pulling me back tightly against her 38" breasts.
 

"Gotcha!!!" Kathleen cried.

"NO!" I cried out and started to struggle but seconds later everything went black as Jeannie pulled the latex hood over my head.
 
 

I quickly planted my feet and spun my body around and around then reversed my motion attempting to break Kathleen's grip. Within seconds Kathleen felt her feet leave the floor and her grip slipping. Realizing that I was breaking free she cried out "QUICK.....DO SOMETHING.....HE'S STRONGER THAT WE THOUGHT!" 
 

Before anyone could react my desire to break free caused me to fall on the floor breaking Kathleen's grip. A stunned Kathleen and Jeannie watched as I quickly got up and groped for the bottom of the hood. Suddenly Peggy aimed a well-placed booted kick at my balls and as she connected I staggered with pain but continued to pull the hood off my neck. The others watched in amazement as Peggy connected with a second booted kick sending rockets of pain through me. As the pain forced me to my knees, Kathleen who now had recovered knocked me to the floor quickly while Peggy tightly wrapped her arms around my upper legs and her booted legs around my lower legs. With my legs tightly pinned Kathleen quickly wrapped her arms around my elbows bringing them together and managed to keep her grip on me. I could feel her above the wrist black leather gloves on my arms. 
 

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE...DO SOMETHING!!!" Peggy and Kathleen both yelled to a frozen in place Jeannie as they were now barely managing to keep me down. Despite the pain in my balls I was still thrashing my body side to side and back and forth causing both Peggy and Kathleen to be thrown around. As the choke chain went flying they still managed to hang on and Jeannie, coming out her stupor, ran over and grabbed the choke chain. Seeing that Peggy and Kathleen had their hands full, she moved quickly clamping one gloved hand tightly over my covered mouth while pinching my covered nose with the other gloved hand. As she pulled my hooded head back I heard her command "quit struggling or I'll cut off your air!!!" I quickly realized that I was getting no air into me and as I relaxed I felt Kathleen retighten her grip on me.
 

"Cuff his hands tightly!" Jeannie commanded while still tightly plugging my nose and mouth. No matter which way I moved my head Jeannie's grip was like iron and moved with me.
 

With Kathleen holding my arms in a vicelike grip and her left knee on my back Peggy took out of her belt the chained handcuffs and securely handcuffed my wrists. 
 

Jeannie, seeing that Peggy was done released her grip on my mouth and lifted the hood, just enough, so my mouth was exposed. As I gasped for air Jeannie yelled to Kathleen "Get the scarf and securely gag him!!!!! We don't want him to even squeak!!!" I was rolled on my side as Kathleen quickly unwrapped the 6-foot long, knotted, black satin scarf from her neck and pushed the knotted part into my mouth. The knotted part completely filled my mouth as she brought the ends around my face, tightly knotting them at the back of my neck. Bringing the ends forward Kathleen double knotted them tightly inside my opened mouth. Then Jeannie brought the hood down re-covering my face and unpinched my nose.
 

Jeannie then said, "Secure his wrists to his neck" as Jeannie gave Kathleen the choke chain. Kathleen slipped choke chain around my neck and buckled it securely while Peggy firmly held my handcuffed wrists. Peggy unexpectedly pulled up on my handcuffs and snapped the chain clip to the link joining the handcuffs together. My hands were now totally and completely immobilized at the small of my back.
 

"Let's get the fuck out of here before we get caught!!" Jeannie cried.
 

"Amen to that!!!!!" Kathleen and Peggy exclaimed. 
 

Kathleen, Peggy and Jeannie propelled a now passively bound, gagged and hooded me down the hall, out the back door and towards the 1994 red Chevy van where Faye was waiting. 
 

Faye was wearing a yellow wrap around a body-molded top with off the shoulder sleeves, yellow-pleated shorts and knee-high, black PVC boots. Once Kathleen, Peggy and Jeannie got me into the back of the van and closed the van doors Faye took over. With Kathleen sitting on my chest Faye removed my shoes and socks off my feet quickly got a set of legcuffs and tightly legcuffed my right ankle. She threaded the chain through the handcuffs then also tightly placed the other legcuff on my left ankle. As they rolled me onto my side Jeannie used a knee-high stocking to tightly tie and cinch my knees together while Peggy used another knee-high stocking to tightly tie and cinch my handcuffed hands to my waist. Faye quickly got into the driver's seat and gunned the van out of the campus. After they finished a small smile crossed my gagged mouth as I heard the following comments.
 

"We did it!!!" Peggy laughed.
 

"It worked perfectly" Jeannie said.
 

"Yeah it worked alright" Kathleen wearily said then continued "He put up one hell of a fucking fight. Boy.....is this guy strong or what?"
 

"I still don't believe what I saw back there" Peggy cried "It took two solid kicks in the balls to weaken him and he was still able to resist. What's this guy made of......................tempered steel?
 

"No Peggy.....not tempered steel but we better strip him to see if he was wearing a crotch protector" Kathleen replied with Jeannie wearily saying "yeah.....but we finally got him." 
 

"This guy must be worth it and I believe that we've picked a winner............a prime, grade A, #1 stud!!!" Kathleen rejoined as the others nodded in agreement.
 

"He might break free, make sure he's secured!!!!!" Faye called out.
 

"He's cuffed, hog-tied, gagged, hooded and totally helpless" all three replied in unison.
 

I quickly discerned that there were three women attending to me in the back of the van but could not identify any of the voices as I felt all three cut my clothes from my body with HEAVY DUTY FABRIC scissors, that Faye had procured. Within minutes I was completely naked as Kathleen removed the black latex hood from my head and Peggy removed the knotted, black satin scarf gag from my mouth. It took me a minute to adjust my eyes and then I saw them. 
 

"Well...he wasn't wearing a crotch protector" Peggy commented as they looked at my crotch.
 

"This guy is no wimp or wuz for that matter .....that's for sure" Jeannie said.
 

"He's a real man alright not like the others who think they are" Kathleen said.
 

"Just remember what I told you about Christopher" Faye chimed in.
 

"We won't forget Faye" Peggy replied then mused "I wonder if his staying power in sex is as good as the fight he put up."
 

"What's going on?" I demanded.
 

"Just a little kidnapping" Peggy said giggling.
 

"A WHAT??? YOU'RE KIDDING...........JUST A LITTLE KIDNAPPING?" I cried then quickly collecting myself and my wits calmly said, with a smile, "Look.....Ladies.....Are you sure you girls have the right victim?"
 

"Oh.....we know who we've kidnapped alright" Jeannie replied then added "But you're starting to ask too many questions and we can't have that. Besides our slave should be seen and not heard."
 

"Too many questions??? Slave???" I calmly replied "But I've only asked "MMMFPHPHFFMMM" but was cut off as Kathleen shoved an oversized ballgag into my mouth buckling it tightly at the nape of my neck. She securely adjusted the chinstrap then brought the third strap over my head also buckling it at the nape of my neck.
 

"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" I cried out as best as I could through my gag and continued to struggle then felt a sharp pain as Jeannie's gloved hands squeezed my balls painfully.
 

"Better relax and get use to it...honey" Jeannie said with a smile, as I painfully looked at her "YOU'RE OURS NOW."
 

While Peggy ran her gloved hands lightly through my hair while Jeannie started to caress her gloved fingers around my nipples pinching them playfully. Kathleen's gloved hands started to massage my soft manhood as I moaned through my ballgag and started to breathe heavily through my nose while squirming. With my hands and feet tightly hand- and legcuffed, my knees tightly tied and cinched, hog-tied and my mouth securely gagged there was not much that I could do. Try as I might I found no give in the knee-high stockings binding my hands to my waist and my knees together I realized that I was too well tied. After a few minutes of Kathleen's soft but determined massaging of my penis I started to respond, despite my attempts at controlling my penis, and after several minutes felt himself coming but could not as Kathleen gloved hands gripped the head of my penis hard and squeezed. Soon my penis was again soft and flaccid resulting in a little fluid coming out.
 

"Did you really believe we were going to let you come and enjoy yourself at our expense?" Kathleen laughed, wiped my cock then placed the breathable black latex hood over my head.
 

"Oh shit!!!! We have a cop tailing us!" Jeannie warned as she looked outside the rear window of the van.
 

"What's he doing?" Faye replied as she spotted him in the outside left rear-view mirror.
 

"He wants us to pull over" Peggy replied.
 

"Make sure Christopher is silenced and immobilized" Faye ordered.
 

"Already on it" the three replied in unison. 
 

Hearing the siren I gave out a loudly muffled "MMMFPHMMMPHFMMM" which was quickly cut off as Kathleen squeezed by balls so tightly that I became paralyzed and silent. As the cop approached the van Peggy and Jeannie helped to immobilize me. Jeannie sat on my chest pinning my body while Peggy held my head firmly with her knees on either side covering my ears and preventing me from moving my head as I was desperately hoping he'd search the van. After giving Faye a warning the cop rode away not even suspecting what they had done or who they had in the van. 
 

What seemed like hours but was really only twenty minutes they arrived at their destination. Faye backed the van into the attached garage of the house where they lived. Kathleen grabbed me under my arms while Jeannie grabbed my legs. As they carried me into the house Faye and Peggy scooped up my clothes and followed them. I was carried into a bedroom and placed on a bed where I was uncuffed untied then two of them placed a leather mitten over each hand securing them then spread-eagling my arms, to the max, and attached rope to the D-rings at the tip of the mittens. My arms were then securely to the farthest ends of the headboard. While this was happening the other two girls spread eagled my legs, also to the max, and tied each ankle to a spreader bar then looped a rope around the spreader bar pulled and tied the ends to the bottom baseboard. When they had finished my latex hood was removed and I was able to adjust my eyes to the glare of the room. As I saw my captors each girl kissed me on the cheek and left me to think about what had happened with Faye running her gloved hand along my cock as she left. I was now alone securely tied spread-eagled and gagged with the oversized ballgag.
 

As I looked around the room and I could tell it was a woman's bedroom. On the pink wallpaper to my left was a large mirror and in front of me were two windows with white lace curtains one of w

After about thirty minutes 
Peggy came back into the room and was wearing only a pair of 
red panties and the same pair of above the wrist, skin tight 
black leather gloves. Her perfume again preceded her into 
the room as she walked over to the bed and sat down on the 
bed next to my head.
 

"How are we doing, 
sweetheart?" Peggy asked as she leaned down and kissed me on 
my forehead leaving a red lipstick impression on my 
forehead. Then sitting on my chest dangled her breasts in 
front of me.
 

"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" I 
responded through my gag. "Oh you poor, poor baby" 
Peggy teased "You can't talk or suck these boobs. What a 
shame!!!" Then seeing me contorting my mouth, Peggy firmly 
gripped my chin and forcing me to look at her harshly said 
"Don't bother trying to dislodge the gag Christopher. It's a 
deluxe locking gag, which consists of a leather plate with a 
short rubber post coming out of it. The oversized ball is 
mounted on the post and fits all the way into the mouth 
forcing the chin downwards. The leather plate is mounted 
onto a leather strap, which buckles quite securely around 
the head with a roller-locking buckle. The third strap going 
on either side of your nose and over your head ensures that 
the gag stays put and there's a 2" wide chinstrap attached 
for extra security. As you can see your lower jaw can't move 
up or down as the ball completely fills your mouth and it 
forces your lower jaw downwards nicely fitting the chinstrap 
but no further. The roller buckle will also work without the 
padlocked but we used the padlock on you. If you are a real 
good little boy we may take the gag out later." Then leaning 
down she cooed into my ear "Wouldn't you like 
that.........sweetheart? Wouldn't you like to really kiss, 
fondle, lick and nuzzle us?"
 
 

"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" I responded quietly through my 
gag.
 

As the others came 
in, dressed the same way as Peggy Faye commented "Does he 
know why he's here?"
 

"Not yet" Peggy 
replied "Who wants to explain it?"
 

Kathleen approached 
me and, while Peggy lightly ran her gloved hand through my 
hair causing me to relax, said, "You're a very lucky man 
Christopher that we got to you before the others did."
 

"Lucky as a cat has 
nine lives" Jeannie caustically said then stated 
"Christopher!!! Did you know that you are on the 'MOST 
WANTED MALE' list of every girl group."
 
 

"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" I replied with a questioning look 
on my face.
 

"Don't play the 
innocent victim with us, Christopher" Faye retorted "We know 
that someone warned you because no male has ever been able 
to elude any girls' group for this long and that E & E 
course you took helped immensely. But that's all over now 
and we'll be declared the winners after we present you 
securely bound and gagged, of course, in front of the 
judges. Afterall.....those are the rules and we have to 
prove to everyone that you really are OURS.
 

"That's not all we 
have in mind for you" Peggy said as she caressed down my 
neck then pressed her gloved thumbs into my throat at my 
Adam's apple. I started to struggle as Peggy watched then 
cooed "Ooohhh .....you're so cute and vulnerable anyone of 
us could choke you to death with our bare hands so you 
better be an obedient and good little boy and do everything 
we say." 
 

As the others 
laughed Kathleen said "We'd better leave and get his 
belongings as he's going to be staying here. Rumours are 
flying around the campus that we have Christopher."
 

"Have you been able 
to defuse the rumours?" Faye asked.
 

"So far Jeannie and 
I have pleaded innocence but it won't hold up for long. The 
pressure building and I think someone saw us. It's going to 
get harder and harder for us to keep claiming that we know 
nothing about Christopher's disappearance" Kathleen replied.
 

"We're going to have 
to keep playing dumb because we can't get Chris's stuff yet" 
Jeannie interjected "not until we present him to the judges 
on Monday."
 

"Jeannie's right Kathleen" 
Faye replied then looking at my naked body mused "you 
know.......he doesn't really need any clothes until Monday."
 

"Then he have to 
wear some of our clothes" Kathleen stated as she saw me 
recoil.
 

Peggy, also seeing 
my recoil, said "Why don't we do that and take a few 
pictures. It would make Christopher become more....uh.... 
submissive and vulnerable as I'm sure that he wouldn't want 
anyone to see him dressed as a woman. Afterall the other 
girls believe he's a real man which he is........... 
........not like the other so-called he-men on campus." 
 

"Conference 
time......girls" Kathleen said as they left me and went to 
the far corner of the bedroom and talked so quietly I could 
not make anything out. I tried again to free myself and was 
starting to get some slack in the rope holding the spreader 
bar in place when Faye, seeing my struggles said "hold those 
thoughts...I have to tell Christopher something." She came 
over and, squeezing my balls so hard that I froze, commanded 
harshly "Look at me Christopher.....LOOK...AT...ME..." As I 
looked at her Faye let go of my balls and retying the rope 
connecting the spreader bar more securely commanded "READ MY 
LIPS ...GIVE IT UP, CHRISTOPHER HONEY.... GIVE IT UP!!!!!!!! 
You're trying to break free of the bonds and are failing. 
You cannot escape from your new role so accept your fate as 
there's now no escape for you until graduation."
 

"Then it's settled" 
Jeannie declared as Faye returned "We'll have him wear the 
fake bust that's in the closet." 
 
 

"I'll get my 
strapless red satin gown and put it on him. He'll look so 
adorable" Kathleen piped up then giggled. 
 

"I'll get my 
up-to-the shoulder black satin gloves and put them on his 
hands and up his arm but someone's going to have to stroke 
his cock to keep him distracted. Who's going to un-mitten 
and then re-mitten each hand?" Peggy chimed in giggling. 
 

A giggling Faye 
quickly following the others saying, "He can wear my black 
leather, up-to-the-knee, 4" high heeled boots." 
 

"I'll get my blonde, 
blunt cut, bob style wig. You know the one whose thick hair 
comes down covering only the ears" Jeannie replied also 
giggling.
 

"After I get the 
gown on him I'll take a mitten off each hand, pin each arm 
while Peggy puts the gloves on him. Then Jeannie and I use a 
knee-high pantyhose to secure each gloved hand to an end 
post of the headboard instead of re-mittening each hand then 
Peggy can pull the gloves up his arms. Faye...do you want 
the honour of keeping him distracted?" Kathleen asked.
 

"I thought you'd 
never ask!!! Count me in!!!!!" Faye replied excitedly.
 

"Good!!!..." Peggy 
said "Then we can camcorder him and take pictures of him 
dressed and made up as a women while tied up and gagged then 
later strip and keep him naked, except for the gloves, and 
restrained until Monday. Afterall I'm sure that Christopher 
will be able to satisfy all of our desires." Then coming 
over and sitting down beside me, as the others watched, 
Peggy softly said as she caressed my face with both gloved 
hands "every man's dream is to have women admire and touch 
his physique and don't worry about meals or the toilet. We 
really do care about you Christopher and you will be well 
cared for." 
 

"PHPHFMMMMMMFPHPF" I 
replied with a look of confusion on my face and Peggy seeing 
it replied "That right Christopher, my love, we'll make 
arrangements to move your belongings in with us so you won't 
have to pay room and board. We have big plans for you and 
one thing we want you to do is to help us get good marks. We 
all want to graduate magna cum laude and we need all the 
help we can get and that's were you come in. We know you 
received a 4-year scholarship to MacMaster and the word 
around the campus is that you are an expert on every subject 
taken here. You don't have to worry about missing classes, 
as the pictures we'll be taking of you are only to ensure 
that you will be staying here. You'll be able to attend your 
classes and get those high marks so you can graduate. 
 

We'll explain later 
as to what else we want from you but unfortunately you have 
no say in the matter, not now nor in the future. As you're 
so efficiently bound and gagged now...you will continue to 
be securely gagged and/or bound in some form when in this 
house so you can't now and in the future try to escape. By 
the way honey.......we will have to have you bound and 
gagged at certain times and keep you hidden, depending on 
the situation or who visits us, but the number of times will 
depend on how you behave."
 

As the other girls 
left Peggy moved her fingers to my chest where she began to 
roughly massage my nipples and pinched them painfully. When 
she worked her hands down to my belly where she slapped it 
hard and giggling said "Kind of flabby we'll have to toughen 
it up although your chest and those broad shoulders are real 
manly. Those thighs of yours are the envy of every girl on 
campus. No wonder every girls' group wanted you and I can 
see why every girl, in your high school and at McMaster, 
wanted to get you into bed with them. Unfortunately, they'll 
never get that opportunity but we will and face it my 
prince........anyone who can withstand 2 kicks in the balls 
must be prime grade no. 1 stud material and I know that the 
others will agree with me that your knowledge of karate will 
be a great source of comfort and protection to us."
 

Then Peggy got down to my 
cock and balls she started to massage them with her gloved 
hands.
 

"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" 
"MMMFPHPHFFMMM MMMFMHPFMMM" "MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMMMHPFMMM" 
"MMMFPHPHFFMMM MMMFMHPFMMM" I cried several times through my 
gag and squirmed as my cock started to come to life. When it 
was half erect Peggy ministrations caused it to expand 
faster and when it was at full mast she alternated between 
my balls and penis moving faster and faster with her hands. 
l could only squirm and moan and just as I was about to come 
Peggy, sensing this, quickly pulled away and squeezed the 
head of my manhood hard preventing anything from coming out.
 

"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" I 
groaned as my body heaved and shook for several minutes.
 

"You really thought 
I was going to let you come. Didn't you?" Peggy wickedly 
laughed "Well maybe later......after you've satisfied us."
 

Once my penis had 
shrunk to normal size and some fluid came out Peggy, got a 
Kleenex and cleaned my cock area. After finishing she 
stroked my hair, looked at me, and said "You'd better get 
some rest, Christopher.....you're going to need all your 
strength. You're going to be doing alot of serving of our 
needs, both now and in the future and we promise to make it 
worth your while; but we'll talk about that later.....so off 
to dreamland. I'd love to give you a deep mouth kiss but the 
gag must stay on....so this will have to suffice." 
 

Peggy gave me a 
tender kiss on the cheek then walked out of the room and 
closed the door behind her. I closed my eyes in complete 
frustration and once more tried to free myself. I found my 
hands were too far apart to untie each other and the 
spreader bar connecting my legs kept my legs apart. I found 
that there was no give in the rope that was tied to my 
mittened hands then tied to each end of the headboard and as 
my hands were enclosed in the mittens I could not unbuckle 
the leather mittens around my wrists. I tried again to get 
some slack in the rope around the spreader bar but Faye had 
done too good a job of retying tautly the rope connecting 
the spreader bar to the bottom baseboard. I now realized 
that they had made the bonds and the gag so secure and that, 
like it or not, I would be with them helping them in their 
courses and doing whatever else they wanted until they and I 
graduated. With that final thought I took Peggy's advice, 
closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

I just saw part 1 and it is exactly the way I wanted it and 
again the crdit goes to you. I have other stories to post 
but would like you to read mine first...dated Aug. 31/00

THE KIDNAPPING (PART II)
 

I was still in a sound sleep when I heard, in a dream, 
several female voices saying:
 

"AWWWWWW...isn't that sweet...our Christopher sleeping like 
a baby"
 

"Seeing him sleep wants to bring the mothering instinct out 
of you...doesn't it.
 

"He looks so cute 
and adorable...just like a baby. He looks so soft and 
cuddly"
 

"Enough talk 
ladies...time to wake prince charming up"
 

My dream was broken 
by a glass of water being slowly poured onto my face. I woke 
up sharply and discovered the girls looking down, with Peggy 
holding an empty glass, at me then realised that I was still 
bound and gagged.
 

"Time to wake up 
sweetheart" Kathleen said "you've been asleep for about 4 
hours but now we have to get down to business. The business 
of dressing you as a girl.
 
 

"MMMMMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMMMMM" 
"MMMMMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM MMM" 
"MMMMMMMPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM" I muffled loudly while trying 
to get off the bed. The girls watched for a few minutes then 
went to get the items and when they came back I saw Jeannie 
holding a corset with D-size cups attached, Kathleen holding 
the red satin strapless prom dress and Peggy with a pair of
up-to-the shoulder black satin gloves. I also saw Faye 
holding a pair of black leather, up-to-the-knee, 4" high 
heeled boots and Jeannie with her blonde, blunt cut, bob 
style wig whose thick hair comes down covering only the 
ears.
 

As I looked at the ensemble 
Kathleen seemed to read my mind and said "Yes Christopher, 
we decided to use this prom dress instead of a gown so your 
boot legs would show and you should be dressed up as if you 
were going to the prom. Also we decided to put a corset on 
you with the cups included and after pulling it tightly 
around you...you'll have an adorable waist" 
 
 

As planned Faye started to 
caress me down below putting me into a state of relaxation. 
One hand was released by Kathleen who held my mid arm firmly 
as Peggy put a glove on my right hand then Jeannie retied my 
right hand to the far right bedpost with a knee-high 
pantyhose. They did the same thing to my left hand and after 
securing it to the far-left bedpost Peggy then smoothed the 
gloves up my arms to the shoulders. While Faye kept 
distracting me she could see me in a state of euphoria as 
the fake corset was placed around my body, secured and when 
I was told to inhale tightened. My legs were untied from the 
spreader bar and the strapless red satin dress was put onto 
my body and pulled up over the corset and zipped up by the 
three ladies who then placed a nerfball in each cup of the 
corset. My legs were encased in the knee-high 4" heeled 
boots then retied securely to the spreader bar then lifting 
my head the blonde, blunt cut, bob style wig whose thick 
hair comes down covering only the ears was firmly placed on 
my head and smoothed and combed in place. When finished they 
smoothed the dress down. 
 

I tried to shake the wig off 
but gave it up as Faye's caressing of my cock was causing me 
become more sexually active. When Faye saw them coming back 
with the camera and movie camera; she quickly left me as 
they started to film me and my desperate actions to get free 
as well as my frantic angry muffled sounding 
"MMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMM". After 10 minutes of filming and 
picture taking Jeannie leaned over to me and said quietly 
"we'll let you see yourself very soon after Kathleen does 
the developing." 
 

I lay there frustrated as 
hell as they took the dress, corset and wig off me making 
sure that only one arm or leg was free at any one time. I 
again tried to bridge my body but failed as Faye straddled 
me pinning my body to the bed. I kicked my mind into neutral 
and could feel my member getting soft and Faye feeling it 
too commanded "GET IT UP CHRISTOPHER, WE'RE NOT THROUGH WITH 
YOU YET" then started to rub herself on me. No matter how I 
tried to shut off my mind; it finally kicked over into 
sexual mode and I was hard. Seeing this each girl decided to 
make out with me while giving me just enough time to 
recover. When they were done they encased my cock with a 
sheath dildo secured it tightly and turned it on; as it did 
its work I was almost in a state of sexual euphoria and 
stayed this way for the rest of the night.
 

The next morning I and my 
cock were released while Peggy pinched my nose and had my 
gloved hands cuffed tightly behind my back then my booted 
feet were hobbled with legcuffs, which limited my ability to 
walk. I was led over to the dining room table where a big 
breakfast had been prepared. As I sat down my right hand was 
released but my left hand was cuffed to the chair then gag 
was taken off me and I was able to finally converse with 
them.
 
 

"Did you have a good nights 
sleep Christopher?" Faye asked.
 

"Well, if you call a 
restrained position comfortable I would say that I did but I 
still don't know why you lovely girls decided to kidnap me. 
There is something you're mot telling me and you only hinted 
last night...didn't you" I replied with a smile.
 

"Your reputation precedes 
you Christopher you are as smart and perceptive as we've 
heard; but you'll just have to wait. How's breakfast?" Peggy 
replied.
 

"Very good and my 
compliments to the chef; but I am finding it a bit hard to 
cut through the back bacon one handed."
 

"Here...let me do it for 
you" Kathleen said, with a smile, as she cut the back bacon 
while the others laughed. Then Jeannie said, "It's nice to 
see you still have your sense of humour Chris after all 
you've been through but one thing…… THE KIDNAPPING (PART II)
……you wouldn't be thinking of leaving us so soon, would you? 
Do you really want to be on your own or would you prefer to 
be with and be catered to by us?"
 

"You've been very wonderful 
to me so far and I thank you for the wonderful reception 
even though the invitation was one I couldn't refuse." More 
laughter "I don't think that I could escape but why don't 
you answer two questions for me 1) How did you know so much 
about me and 2) tell me about yourselves. After all if I'm 
going to be your servant, which I believe I am right, then 
shouldn't I learn as much as possible about my four 
beautiful, attractive, sensual and sexy mistresses?"
 

"Flatterer" they responded 
in unison causing them to laugh again then they each told me 
everything about their lives and how they had secured my 
info from my home town. As I continued to eat the bacon, 
fried eggs, hash browns, tea (I can't drink coffee), toast 
and jam I was looking at them but decided to hold off 
escaping until I had mentally memorised the layout of the 
house. I decided to be their captive until the time to 
escape was right.
 

After breakfast I asked if I 
could help them with the dishes explaining if I was to serve 
them I'd better get to know the routine which caught them by 
surprise.
 

"You want to help with the 
dishes?" Faye exclaimed in shock.
 

"Of course, after all if I 
am to serve you shouldn't I start my training early?"
 

"You've got something up 
your sleeve...don't you Christopher" Peggy said.
 

"Just my arm" I replied 
laughing. 
 

"Why not" Jeannie said "but 
were going to have to keep your hands cuffed but in front."
 

"Agreed but please don't gag 
me" I replied.
 

They uncuffed me from the 
chair and cuffed my hands in front then led me to the 
kitchen where Kathleen had the dishes in the water. I knew 
that there was no chance of escaping, as my feet were 
legcuffed so I helped Kathleen by washing as she dried. 
Looking at her lovely body I was getting hot then decided to 
kiss her. As she was still drying the dishes I dried my 
hands then went behind her and put my arms over her head and 
pinned her. She turned around quickly and said, "What are 
you doing?"
 

"Kissing you" I replied as 
my lips met her lips opening them slightly. As I continued I 
could feel her weakening and I knew that if I continued 
she'd be helpless to prevent my escaping. Unfortunately Faye 
rounded the corner and immediately pulled my head back and 
clamped her hands over my nose and mouth forcing me to 
release Kathleen. As I tried to wrench Faye's hands from my 
nose and mouth Kathleen recovered then punching me hard in 
the groin said "YOU BASTARD."
 

I groaned as Faye let go of 
me and as I stood there gasping for breath she said, "I 
thought he'd try something like this...it's not your fault 
Kathleen. The reports I got from his girlfriends' back home 
were he's has this special ability to kiss a woman long 
enough so she'll do anything he says. I just wanted to tell 
you that Peggy and Jeannie went to the campus and should be 
back in about 3 hours and that…………………………………"
 

Suddenly the door flew open 
and Peggy and Jeannie rushed in frantically shouting 
"Quickly………….we've got to bind and gag Christopher securely 
and hide him. We've got company coming !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
 

"What happened" Faye asked 
as she and Kathleen pinned me to the wall. Kathleen covering 
my mouth with her hand.
 

"We got to the campus and 
got what we wanted when we were confronted by two girl 
groups demanding to see Christopher. We told them that we 
had no idea what happened to him. They said that they were 
coming over to our place to see for themselves so we 
hightailed it out of there and came here" Jeannie said 
breathlessly.
 

"You and Peggy get the 
equipment…………the special equipment while we hold Chris here" 
Kathleen ordered. I tried to struggle but was pacified by 
Faye pinching my nose as Kathleen kneed me in the groin. 
Kathleen's hand went over my mouth like a piece of tape 
moulding itself firmly to my face. I could not break her 
grip, which was like iron.
 

Soon they came back with an 
armsheath, a hood and thigh to ankle cuffs. I saw that the 
leather bondage sleeve had laces on one side and a zipper on 
the other which went up the arms to the shoulders. It had 
two straps, which went over the shoulders, chris-crossed in 
front, went under the armpits and buckled at the back. It 
also had a set of straps at both sides which, when buckled 
at the waist, pinned the sleeve to the body. The leather 
hood had a 3" wide leather strap that slid down covering the 
eyes and had a large round gag mounted behind the mouth of 
the mask which would fill my mouth. When they applied over 
my head, they would first have to have the ball gag already 
inserted into the mouth tightly and securely. Then the hood 
could be pressed against the face and fastened securely by a 
zipper pulled down the back, which could be padlocked, and 
the ballgag could not be pushed out once the mouth zipper 
was also zipped and padlocked. What I didn't know was they 
had bought a vibrating expandable butt-plug, which could be 
inflated by a squeeze pump once inside the anus and would 
vibrate the prostrate gland at 3 different speeds. 
 

"Peggy, keep a lookout and 
tell us when they'll be here" Kathleen cried then looking at 
me said, "You're going to regret what you did to me" then 
pinched my nose as Faye took the handcuffs off. Within 
minutes Faye, Kathleen and Jeannie had the armsheath up my 
arms and secured to my body. The straps felt cold against my 
still nude body as Kathleen unpinched my nose then they 
pushed the ballgag into my mouth then pulled the hood over 
my head causing it to conform to my face. As they padlock it 
Jeannie said "Kathleen, what did Chris do to you?" To which 
Kathleen replied curtly "I'll tell you later Jeannie". 
 

Having secured the upper 
half of me they unlegcuffed me and forced me to the cellar 
where there was a hidden room. The former owner as a 
hideaway had built it for him and his wife to have fun. They 
pushed me into the room turned on the light and forcing me 
to my knees attached one cuff to the right ankle and the 
other cuff to my right thigh. They did the same to my left 
ankle and left thigh then inserted the butt plug and turned 
it on high. Taking 2 hasp locks they brought both sets of 
ankle and thigh cuffs together and hasp locked them ensuring
that I was not moving from the pillow underneath my knees. I 
could not move my ankles or thighs apart and could not stand 
up and was in sexual agony. Lastly they looped a rope around 
the ring, at the end of the armsheath and pulling my arms 
upwards attached them to a ceiling hook.
 

Just then Peggy yelled down 
"they're here" and hearing that Jeannie pulled the blindfold 
over my eyes then left the hideaway with Faye turning off 
the light and locking the door. I could hear voices arguing 
and footsteps running throughout the house and when I heard 
someone coming down the basement I tried to scream but my 
cries were too effectively silenced. I heard 5 girls walking 
around and 2 of them talking outside the hideaway room and 
no matter how I tried they couldn't hear me. I couldn't bang 
on the floor or move anywhere then after what seemed to be 
hours it became very quiet I heard the door open and the 
light go on.
 

I felt the hood and gag 
being removed and 4 pairs of angry eyes looking at me. I was 
in deep do-do and was prepared to expect the worst. I looked 
up at Kathleen and said, "Well, it was worth a try. Now 
what." 
 

"Do you really want to 
know?" Kathleen replied "You still owe me!!!!!"
 

"After what you did to me it 
can only be worse and I do deserve it" I countered.
 

"Were you trying to escape?" 
Peggy asked "and if so why...aren't you happy here?"
 

"I'm sorry but it is going 
to take a little time to get use to this environment. I feel 
like a prisoner here and felt an obligation to escape as a 
prisoner is expected to do" I answered then said "Kathleen, 
I deeply apologise for taking advantage of you with that 
kiss but I'd like to make two requests."
 

"Apology accepted 
Christopher and what are your two requests?" Kathleen 
replied.
 

"The next time any of you 
want to make love to me can I be a willing participant and 
not a captive one and 2) if you're going to use me for 
sex...can it be one at a time with a longer waiting time 
between sessions. Do this and you'll get a better response 
from me. Now can I please go to the men's room before I do 
it in my pants?" I asked.
 

"Of course you can relieve 
yourself" Jeannie laughingly replied "but of course we have 
to sadly decline your offer of freedom during love making 
until we can be assured of your continuing to stay with us. 
We decided this time not to show the pictures or movie of 
you in woman's clothes but try to escape again and we 
will...THAT'S A PROMISE!!!!!!" Everyone agreed on this?"
 

"AYE" came back the chorus 
of consent.
 

They removed the butt plug, 
unclamped my legs and ankles then hobbled my feet with a 3" 
length of rope. They removed the armsheath and cuffed my 
hands in front and walked me to the washroom. I was 
surprised when they uncuffed me and recuffed one hand to a 
wall hook so I could wipe myself. When I finished they 
walked in and I saw them looking at my naked body and saw 
Jeannie holding a pair of leather thumbless and fingerless 
mittens. After taking the cuffs off me she pulled a mitten 
over each hand securing them behind my back with a padlock 
through each ring of each mitten. For the rest of the day I 
guided them in their subjects, helping with their 
assignments, showing shortcuts they could use and being 
rewarded with occasional kisses, hugs and my rear end 
squeeze and whacked as well as my cock being played with 
which played havoc with my concentration. Lastly I was 
allowed my left hand free to do my own school work which I 
finished quickly then they fed me a sumptuous dinner and I 
started to realise that maybe it was better not to try and 
leave and to enjoy their company. That night they tied me 
spread-eagled to the bed then forced a gag into my mouth 
that had a penis on each side. As one rode me down below the 
other rode on my face and after a 1-hour recovery time the 
other two gave me the same treatment. As I was exhausted 
after these sessions they each gave me a kiss on both cheeks 
and turning out the light let me sleep. Monday morning was 
not going to be a pleasant day as I knew I'd be presented in 
front of the judges………………………bound and gagged.
 

The next morning I was 
awakened by a soft gloved hand caressing my face and opening 
my eyes I saw Jeannie smiling at me. Then I saw the ensemble 
I was to wear and recoiled. It was a latex and lycra body 
suit completely in black, long sleeved and long pant legs 
and was skin-tight. I saw a pair of white up-to-the shoulder 
lycra spandex gloves and thigh-high black PCV boots with a 
5" heel and a corset with filled D-size cups. I groaned in 
the gag as they untied me pinched my nose and placed the 
corset around me tightly then got me to step into bodysuit 
pulled and zipped it up.
 

It was tight as a rubber 
band and constricted my body quite effectively as the corset 
was doing its job in compressing my waist. They place the 
gloves on me and pulled them up over the sleeves of the body 
suit so they rested securely at the shoulders. I was helped 
by them into the boots and felt their tightness as the boots 
went over the bodysuit legs and clung to the bodysuit. I 
realise that this was just as effective as being tied up but 
they went one further. Faye undid my gag as Kathleen got a 
ballgag that they had used on me when we were in the van and 
after inserting it into my mouth buckled the straps more 
tightly than she did in the van. I looked at her and caught 
a smug look of satisfaction and revenge as Peggy came back 
with a handcuff-legcuff chain. When these were put onto me 
my gloved hands were handcuffed behind my back, and as the 
chain connecting the handcuffs and legcuffs together was 
lowered my ankles were legcuffed. I now had limited movement 
but the chain prevented me from moving the handcuffs 
upwards. Then the wig was placed on my head and combed into 
place with eyeshadow and mascara place around my eyes.
 

"Shall we go Christopher, 
sweetheart but first do you want to look in the mirror?" 
Peggy cooed into my ear. I was led to the mirror and almost 
choked as I saw not a man but a voluptuous woman with an 
hour glass figure that many women would envy. I groaned 
again shaking my head as I was led out the door and placed 
into the back seat of the van.
 

"You look adorable and 
soooooooooo cute" Faye said and turning to the others said 
"Don't you girls agree?"
 

"No doubt about it" Kathleen 
said "He's one to be desired" as Jeannie piped in softly 
"Christopher darling, I don't know how to say this but 
YOU'RE RAVISHING, BEAUTIFUL, FULL-FIGURED AND A WOMAN ANY 
MAN WOULD WANT!!!!! She yelled.
 

As we pulled up to the 
campus I noticed a crowd in the centre square and a 
headline, in the campus paper, caught my eye which said, 
WHERE IS CHRISTOPHER? 'Where am I?' I thought, 'I'm stuck 
here in this van bound gagged and looking like a woman' as 
the van stopped and I was pulled out and paraded before the 
judges.
 

I heard several people 
praise the fact that I had done such a good job and several 
girls fuming with anger at being conned by my female 
captors. The head judge raised his hand and silence fell as 
he intoned, "Hear yea, Hear yea, Hear yea………….let it be 
known that Christopher Dean has been finally caught and 
captured by the team of Peggy, Kathleen, Jeannie and Faye. 
As it is the custom the captured individual has the 
opportunity to either live in his own quarters or stay with 
his captors. What do Christopher's captors say?"
 

"Christopher has agreed to 
stay with us, your honour" Peggy replied.
 

"Do the members of your team 
agree?"
 

"We agree with Peggy, your 
honour" Kathleen, Jeannie and Faye replied in unison
 

"And what does Christopher 
say about this. Remove his gag so he can speak freely"
 

As Kathleen was unbuckling 
the gag she whispered into my ear "remember the pictures and 
the movie" then removed the gag out of my mouth. It was 
decision time for me. Was I going to be able to be free and 
risk exposure due to the pictures and movie and face the 
humiliation of having people look at me in a different 
unfavourable light? Or was I going to concede defeat and 
live with my captors enjoying all the benefits they could 
give but lose my independence, as I would be serving their 
needs. All eyes as well as the three judges were on me as I 
massaged my mouth and looking at the judges stated in a loud 
and clear voice.
 

Your Honours, I stand before 
you bound but not gagged as according to the rules of this 
contest. I have put up a good fight and was able to elude 
capture for 2 weeks until last Saturday when I was trapped 
and caught. Cheers rang out from the girls and a few 
expressed sympathy at my plight. As the cheering died down I 
continued "As my captors will vouch I was not easily subdued 
and it took a few unorthodox methods to keep me a captive." 
Shouts from the guys: YOU SHOWED THEM CHRIS. WE'VE HAVE 
NEVER SEEN ANYONE HOLD OUT AS LONG AS YOU. YOU'VE PROVEN 
THAT A MAN CAN BE A MAN WITHOUT PROVING IT. As the shouts 
died down I said, "I do not know whether my captors have 
broken any rules but I can and want to compliment them on 
the planning and execution of this operation. I wish to make 
it crystal clear that they have agreed to let me have the 
freedom to persue my studies as long as I remain at their 
residence and, in conclusion, I will be staying there until 
they and I graduate." A few gasps went up from the audience 
and some people cried "UNFAIR...UNFAIR" but they were soon 
drowned out as I finally said "this was not an easy decision 
for me to make but having made it I am honour bound to keep 
it. I was raised to value integrity above all else and that 
a man's word is his bond. But let it be said that they will 
have quite a time keeping me there and although I am chained 
in your presence I AM STILL FREE IN MY HEART AND THAT CAN 
NEVER BE EXTINGUISHED!!!!!!!!!!!"
 

A round of applause and 
cheers erupted and as I looked around and saw the grimness 
of my captors and knew that it was not going to be pleasant 
for me. I had acceded to their blackmail but they knew that 
they would have to watch me more carefully. So I 
thought...who is really in charge...my captors or me.
 

"Silence, silence" cried the 
head judge who had been listening to me and had conferred 
with his colleagues. He then stood up and declared "As we 
have heard what Christopher Dean has said I hereby agree 
wholeheartedly with his decision as I can see the integrity 
and honesty within him. Now with the permission of his 
captors we wish to invite Christopher to a party in his 
honour. Is that acceptable to his captors?"
 

"We bow to your Honour's 
request" Peggy replied with the others nodding their accent.
 

"Then it is settled...this 
court stands adjourned"
 
 

I was regagged securely by 
Kathleen was hustled quickly over to the van and pushed into 
it. As the others watched I was sped away and after reaching 
my new residence I was forced into a chair where they tied 
my elbows, knees and feet tied securely to it and removed 
the gag.
 

"What the hell were you 
trying to pull Christopher" Jeannie asked angrily.
 

"Absolutely nothing, my dear 
Jeannie" I replied in a calm voice then felt Kathleen wrap a 
rubber tube, the kind used for blood taking, tightly around 
my neck and tighten it constricting my breath.
 

"Now Christopher honey," 
Peggy sweetly said, "We know that you've got a plan worked 
out but I should tell you that Kathleen is an expert in 
getting people to talk. Do you know what is wrapped around 
your throat?"
 

"A piece of rubber tubing 
that is used for the taking of blood and is designed not to 
slip when knotted" I replied.
 

"Good Christopher very good 
and now if you don't tell us what you meant by that remark 
Kathleen is going to tighten the tubing a notch at a time" 
Peggy said
 

"What remark...I said quite 
a few remarks in front of the judge"
 

"YOU DAMN WELL KNOW WHAT 
REMARK I MEAN" Peggy screamed then signalling Kathleen who 
tightened it a notch. My throat now was really constricted.
 

"I think I know what remark 
you are referring to" as I managed to gasp out the words.
 

"Would you like to tell us 
or shall we signal Kathleen to tighten it even more" Jeannie 
remarked.
 

"Is it the remark about my 
heart being free?" I gasped.
 

"NO IT ISN"T THAT 
REMARK!!!!!" Jeannie yelled as Peggy signalled Kathleen to 
tighten the tubing another notch, which she did. Now I was 
barely getting any air into my throat.
 

I was in a real dilemma and 
my training to resist torture was helping but I had never 
had this kind of treatment before. I knew that I would black 
out first before cracking but realised that these girls were 
deadly serious. I steeled myself for another tightening of 
the rubber tubing when Faye came and said "That's not going 
to work with Christopher but I know what will."
 

"Is there something you'd 
like to tell us now that you forgot to tell us earlier" 
Peggy replied sarcastically.
 

Faye ignored Peggy and 
continued saying "You're right, I forgot to tell you this 
because I just found out myself. I called the air base Chris 
was with and they told me that he has undergone extensive 
torture treatment. He was given the full treatment because 
he was being groomed to take over the intelligence branch of 
the Air Force Reserve. I found out that he never cracked and 
actually went unconscious a few times rather than reveal any 
information. They said that he doesn't have a weak spot but 
I phoned his mother and after telling her how wonderful her 
son was and how skilled I asked if he had a weakness. She 
told me that he has one weakness and told me what it is but 
it will take time to wear him down." 
 

"Why don't you tell us what 
it is" Jeannie said.
 

"Better than that you can 
watch for yourself. Now take the tubing off his neck and get 
the hood gag and blindfold and put it on him."
 

As they did I realised that 
Faye knew my deep dark secret of mine and was going to 
exploit it for all it was worth. Before the blindfold was 
lowered over my eyes I caught a glimpse of Faye smiling 
smugly as I now was bound gagged and blindfolded securely.
 

"Now what?" Kathleen asked.
 

"Watch and learn Ladies" 
Faye replied and got a cassette recorder with earphones and 
a roll of wide medical tape. She then said "Unzip the 
blindfold at the back and Peggy, you and Jeannie put both 
earphones through the hole in blindfold part then place an 
earphone into each ear and secure it with this tape while 
Kathleen holds his head still."
 

I tried to struggle but it 
was useless and soon found myself hooded with the cords of 
the earphones coming out of the blindfold. As they finished 
zipping it back up Faye said loudly "Christopher's weakness 
is a certain piece of music...now isn't it Christopher 
Dear."
 
 

"MMMMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMMMM" 
"MMMMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMMMM" 
"MMMMMFPHPHFFMMMMMMFMHPFMMMMM" I screamed and struggled like 
a fanatic but the gag, cuffs and rope were too secure.
 

As the others listened Faye 
continued saying "Christopher's struggling shows that he 
knows that I know his secret weakness. The piece of music he 
hates is a composition by Ravel and is called Bolero. As 
this walkman is auto-rewindable and auto-play Christopher 
will be hearing the same music over and over and over again. 
Bolero is the only song that plays the same set of notes 
about 20 times and has hypnotised or driven people mad. 
Christopher will not go mad but this will hypnotise him to 
the extent that his resistance will be worn down so much 
that he'll do anything or say anything to have it stopped. 
Apparently it can take anywhere from 2 to 6 hours for a 
person to break down so we can outwait Christopher and find 
what he meant by that remark. By the way set the movie 
camera up and film this for use later on" with that she 
turned it on and they left me alone.
 

As the music played on and 
on and on, hour after hour after hour I was getting more and 
more and more agitated. The music was affecting my nerves 
and I let out quite a few muffled screams that were barely 
audible and struggled to get the earphones off my head. I 
was failing and my steel reserve was now coming unglued as 
the music continued to play its hypnotic effect into my 
mind.
Tears were starting to come down my face and Faye coming in 
saw this and said "Kathleen, Peggy, Jeannie come here and 
look at this."
 

They came and looked in 
amazement as Faye said, "As you can see by the tears 
Christopher is close to being broken but it has taken not 6 
but 7 hours to do this. Take the hood and the attached gag 
and blindfold off him, he'll tell us now what we want to 
know and shut off the camera."
 

My mouth, eyes and head were 
now free and Faye comforted me by she caressed my face with 
her gloved hands and kissing me (she was wearing the black 
skin tight leather gloves which came just past the wrists). 
I was sobbing then she said, as she wiped my tears with a 
hankie, I'm sorry we had to do this to you my love but you 
left us no other choice. Now why don't you tell us what you 
meant by that remark and you'd be able to be free from this 
chair and be able to enjoy our company again. You don't want 
to have us do this again and we don't want to do it either 
as we want you to be the man that we know you are."

"Now that we know what the 
remark was why did you say it?" Faye asked.
 

"The reason why I said it 
was that since coming here you four have given me a 
challenge that I cannot refuse and have not had for quite 
sometime. This is the opportunity of a lifetime, which no 
girl ever gave me in Erin, and that is the matching of my 
wits against the wits of you four. I gave my word that I 
would be here but also have the desire to see if I can 
somehow get out of this house without you knowing it and if 
I am caught trying to get out of here then I expect to be 
severely punished.
 

Faye looked at me and 
smilingly said, "if I didn't know better Christopher...you 
like to be bound, gagged and dominated by a woman. Now don't 
you?" 
 

I smiled back and said "I 
must admit that it gives me the sensation of excitement, 
exhilaration, humiliation, fear and the desire to get myself 
free, which I haven't been too successful thus far. You are 
also right Faye in that it is pleasurable to be serving 
women like you, Peggy, Kathleen and Jeannie and being 
dominated. I've never had such as thing done to me before 
and I didn't know that there were women who could tie and 
gag effectively and dominate."
 

"Just don't try to escape 
Christopher" Jeannie said as she looked me in the eye "if 
you try I can promise you that what we did just now will 
feel like child's play compared what we will do to you."
 

"Jeannie's right Chris" Faye 
said "We know your weakness and will use it again if 
necessary but we want you to be a part of this household and 
enjoy all the benefits that we can give you. Let us train 
you in servitude and you will be rewarded beyond your 
wildest dreams but try to escape and what Jeannie said will 
come true. Now it's 7:30pm and we have to get Chris ready 
for the party in his honour."
 

"One last thing" Peggy 
interjected "Are you going to try and escape tonight?"
 

"WHAT!!!! And lose the 
pleasure of the adulation I'll be getting plus your company 
which is desirable" I exclaimed.
 

"Peggy, are you forgetting 
that Christopher is a man of his word and after what he said 
publicly today I can't see him going back on his word" Faye 
said "and I believe him. What do you think Jeannie?"
 

"I agree with Faye. What do 
you think Kathleen?"
 

"Christopher has more than 
his arm up his sleeve and I'm leaning to Peggy's side" 
 

"What's your opinion Peggy 
or do you agree with your sister?" Faye asked.
 

"I don't know really but 
I'll defer reluctantly to your judgement Faye" Peggy 
replied.
 

"I'll defer to yours and 
Jeannie analysis," Kathleen also said reluctantly.
 

As we got ready to go out I
realised that they did not know the military tactic I had 
used on them. DIVIDE AND CONQUER and I knew that soon I 
would be controlling them, a prospect devoutly to be wished.
 

The party was a smashing 
success and being the guest of honour I made sure that my 
captors shared the limelight with me and save the best 
dances for them. In between dances with what seemed like 
every girl there I was asked by certain girls just how I was 
able to escape for so long and as the guys wanted to know 
also I shared the information with them thus raising my 
stock in their eyes. I was given offers by some of the girls 
but asked for a rain check while treating with chivalry and 
gallantness as all the girls enjoyed my kissing of their 
hands and the royal treatment I was according them. The 
party wore on until daylight broke through and everyone went 
home. As I laid naked on my bed, with a vibrating dildo over 
my manhood, now handcuffed to the headboard and legcuffed to 
the baseboard I knew that Faye was the smartest of the four 
and therefore the most dangerous. I could see a possible 
split with Peggy and Kathleen on one side and Jeannie and 
Faye on the other side if I could widen the split then I 
could control them but it would take a long time. As I had 4 
years to do this I closed my eyes and went to a deep alcohol 
induced sleep.

Tom

THERE IS NO WEAPON MORE DANGEROUS AND MORE DEADLY THAN A 
WOMAN'S FEMININITY

You're right U.T. but did it occur to you that she could 
have gotten you to propose to her by using her feminine 
wiles.

I am currently working on part III and I don't know if you 
read parts I & II