I was at my girlfriends house a few weeks later helping her hang some pictures she had just bought. She lived with five other girls and her place was kind of a hangout since it was a house and not an apartment. Well, I was helping my girlfriend hanging the pictures when her four roommates came home, they had been out shopping for clothes for a spring formal... Jen was with them as well.

I was in the living room and they all came in the side door of the house. They called my girlfriend into the other room and then they all ran upstairs. My lady came over and told me that they had bought her a new outfit as well and she was going to try it on. I finished hanging the remaining pics and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, then sat down in the living room.

A few minutes later I hear my girl call me upstairs. She wanted me to see her in her new outfit. So I go up to her room and she is standing there in a white cocktail dress, tan hose, white high heeled sandals, a pearl necklace, the works. "WOW, you look fantastic" I said, she looked at me the whole time grinning. She knew that the hose, heels combination was my all time favorite, and she knew that I would be getting aroused. She told me to sit on the bed, as she wanted to go show the rest of the girls how she looked.

After a few minutes, she came back in the room and said "Well, we all look sooo hot, I have invited the rest of the girls to come in and model for you. She opened her bedroom door and the other girls came in. They were all dressed to the nines, all with elegant evening wear, and all wearing high heels. Some wearing hose and some bare legged, but all looked very nice. 

Then it happened. Jen came up to me and said "So....do you remember taping me up with that duct tape a few weeks ago??? I seem to remember hearing you say that there would be no way in hell that I would ever be able to get even. Well, looks like you are a bit out numbered now aren't you...heh, heh, heh" I sprang to my feet and attempted to run out of the room, but the girls teamed up on me and tackled me onto the floor. Jen produced a pair of handcuffs and told the girls to hold me there till she could get my hands cuffed behind my back. I struggled to keep my arms in front of me, but five on one finally got the best of me and they succeeded in getting me cuffed.

I looked at my girl and she grinned at me in a sarcastic way telling me that she was indeed in on this little payback "Ya know, I wouldn't have cared so much, but you were so cocky and adamant that Jen wouldn't be able to pay you back, I just wanted to show you that men aren't always the dominant ones. Jen then came up to me and said "Well, I was just going to tie you up and leave you hre for a while like you did to me, but since you were soooooo cocky, I thought I should up the stakes a bit...Bring it in Kelly" she said. With that I saw Kelly walk into the room holding a bag from a local second hand store. Jen grabs the bag and says "While we were out shopping, we picked up a little something for you as well" Then to my horror out of the bag she pulls a pair of queen sized tan pantyhose, a plus sized black cocktail dress, a big old black bra, a pair of black satin thong panties, a pair of black sandals with a four inch heel and a red long haired wig.

I looked up at my captors and said “all right, this is going a bit too far, I’m sorry I was such an ass, would you please let me go.” To which Jen replied, “Well, well, well, looks like Mr. Big shot isn’t so tough anymore. Someone shut him up would ya” Another one of the girls went into my girlfriends closet and took a pair of her dirty panties, balled them up and stuffed them in my mouth holding them in there by hand gagging me. She told Jen to throw her the roll of duct tape to which Jen replied “Oooooh, wait just a second now, I think I want to be the one to quiet down our little prisoner since he seemed to take so much pleasure in silencing me” She ripped off a strip of the tape and firmly pasted it across my mouth, quickly followed by three more.

Then the true humiliation began. Jen said “well, looks like we got our soon to be girl immobilized enough, lets start getting her dressed” I was stripped naked and they started dressing me in the women’s attire. I was trying to put up a struggle, but five against one is hardly fair. There was a girl sitting on each of my legs, and Jen was straddling my chest. 

After about an hour of me HMMMPHHing and trying to shake them off of me, they had there new “prize” all dolled up. They walked me into the bathroom and I got a look at myself. I have to admit that they did a pretty good job with the make up and I was surprised when I actually looked at myself, as I really did “kind of” look like a girl.

They walked me back into my girlfriends bedroom and threw me down on the bed. Jen asked someone to tie my ankles together, so one of the other girls obliged, tying at the ankles, then again above and below the knees. Then she took a rope and tied it around my chest effectively pinning my arms to my sides and wrapping the rope above and below my “breasts” So there I was, completely dressed up like a girl and tied to the point that I knew I wouldn’t be able to free myself.

Jen came into the room a few minutes later with a camera and snapped off a few pictures and said “there we go, now I have something to hold over your head, so you better not try to get even with me again or everyone will see these pics. With that they all left the room except my girlfriend, she closed the door behind them, giggling all the way downstairs.

After the door was closed, she turned to me and says “I must admit, with you all dressed up like this I’m actually getting a bit turned on” My eyes grew pretty big when she said this, but I still wanted to be released. “Let’s see, what can I do with you” I tried as hard as I could to yell and succeeded in getting the tape to pull off of my mouth a bit. “Whoops, looks like something slipped a bit” she said upon noticing the muffled protests coming from behind the loosened gag, so she grabbed the roll of leftover tape. I was still looking at her and thinking to myself that she really did look hot in her new outfit, especially her feet. She picked up on the fact that I was staring at her feet and started undoing the straps around her ankles. She then slipped the sandal off of her foot and said “we need to make sure you stay quiet” and pressed her foot against my gag effectively re-gagging me. The sweet stink of her foot really got me aroused. She then tore off a new strip of tape and reapplied it to my gag and again smoothed it over my mouth using her feet.

After she pressed her feet across my face she again said “My, my, my you really do look good enough to eat” and with that threw my dress up above my waist and pulled the pantyhose and thong panties down. At this time I have to admit, after she taped my mouth shut again using only her feet, I was more than a little bit aroused, so when she pulled the pantyhose down she noticed that I was standing at “Full Attention” 

Let’s just say that she gave me a night that I would never forget. After we both were sexually exhausted she untied me, but said that she was very attracted to me as a woman and that I had to leave the makeup, wig, and pantyhose on. I regretfully accepted her offer (which to be honest I really didn’t mind because the pantyhose did feel really nice on my legs, especially when we would rub our hosed legs together) 

Needless to say, this only fueled my fire and all the girls of the house did eventually get their due paybacks as well…especially my girlfriend?

I can always post more if y’all liked these stories.

Please contribute if you have any stories that fit this theme. 
 

Thanks for the tip. I had my guy do that to me last weekend. What an erotic experience. Do you have any more episodes that you want to share?

Melinda

Spring Garden, Fl

Thanks for the tip. I had my guy do that to me last weekend. What an erotic experience. Do you have any more episodes that you want to share?

Melinda

Spring Garden, Fl

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Sometime ago I posted on another website a personal ad that went something like this:

30 something recently divorced professional female looking for male BDSM Partner. I work for a seminar company that does business around the country in all 50 states including Hawaii and Alaska and soon in other countries. Tie me up, blindfold me and gag me. 

The ad was more extensive than that but you get the idea. What I never expected was the tremendous response that I would recieve from all over the USA! And I didn't even post my picture but many sent me their pictures.

So I went on and posted an additional ad indicating that I couldn't possibly respond to every one personally and wanted the guys to be more specific as to what their intentions were and how much experience they had so shot out a general message to everyone to give me more details and boy were these guys ticked off!

Some of the responses were downright dirty! Some of the responses that I liked were in parts of the country that I would not be in for several months and these guys got mad at me.

Well anyway, to get to the story I finally met a guy while I was in upstate New York. He seemed cool, a little reserved and indicated that he was going through some tough times and was also recently divorced. No mention was made of bondage at this point.

He asked me to have a drink with him in the bar at the hotel where I was staying and I agreed. We talked for what seemed like several hours and I really got to like this guy. He was average looking, but a nice guy. A little on the quiet side untill he opened up and he was about my height, maybe only slightly taller and we both came from the Midwest originally.

After awhile I indicated that I probably should go up to my room and he politely offered to walk me to my room but then somewhat shyly asked if I would be interested in a nightcap. I figured why not. He asked me what my favorite brand of wine was and promptly ordered it from the bar and we made our way up to the 6th floor and to my room.

This guy always had me talking about myself. Where was I from....How long have I been with this company....What are my favorite hobbies....etc. Surprisingly, after many hours of talk he knew a lot about me and I knew absolutely nothing about him..yet.

We finally arrived at my room number 637, I'll always remember that room in the Wyndam Hotel. I won't mention the name of the city. 

Tommy (that's not his real name) put the bottle of wine in the ice chest provided by the hotel and then helped me off with my pant suit jacket. Then he went down the hall to get ice.

When he came back he had a bag of ice and another bag which he placed by the couch inside my room. I told him that he didn't have to go down the hall, he could have just ordered the ice from room service. My company had selected the best suites for us and service was always prompt. He nodded his head and said it was faster doing it himself.

As we sat on the couch in my suite, Tommy started making out with me and stroking my hair. He then looked me in the eyes and told me what beautiful eyes I had. I had of course heard this all so many times before but there was something different about Tommy and the way he said it. WAS SO INNOCENT AND SO SINCERE.

Tommy then asked me if I minded talking about my ex-husband and I said no. I won't go into the details here, but Tommy was taking in every word. This guy knew how to get to a girl and was a master at conversation---getting the other person to talk about themselves that is. And this was one of the things, if not the main thing that I liked about Tommy. He showed more interest in me than anyone I had ever met and certaintly more than anyone I had met recently. Most of the guys that I met had two things in mind; getting me in the sack and talking incessantly about themselves.

Tommy always touched me and he kept telling me how much he appreciated my spending time with him. He seemed to have a self image problem and indicate that his ex-wife told him that she was leaving him because he was unattractive! I told him as I indicated earlier, that I did not find him unattractive nor handsome either, but about average and maybe even above average. But most importantly, I thought that he was a great guy (and he was)

I asked Tommy again what he had in the bag and he shrugged off that question and countered with one of his own: are you ready for a cold glass of wine? Of course I was. He gently got up went over to the table and poured 2 glasses of wine.

I started to repeat the question of what was inthe bag but Tommy gently put his three middle fingers over my mouth and said I'll tell you later and with hesitating after checking out the jacuzzi in my room asked if I wanted to jump in and relax. Nothing like a glass of wine in a bubbling jacuzzi he said.

Now I was starting to wonder about my "shy" and "timid" guest. He wants me to go into the jacuzzi with him I thought?

After a long day and with the next day off it sounded great to me. He reached for the bag and told me he had a pair of swim trunks and asked me to use a room to change in. This guy was so polite!

After Tommy came out with his swim trunks, I went in and changed to my swim suit. All of the hotels have pools and I love swimming.

As I walked out Tommy admired my figure and told me so. "You could be a model!" I just smiled and said thank you. And told him that I work out, swim and watch my diet.

We enjoyed several glasses of wine and stayed in the jacuzzi so long that we both were feeling like a boiled lobster. We had fun. Tommy started to loosen up and would fondle me. Funny he would always ask me first then thank me afterwards. This guy had a way from going somewhat wierd and gentle to turned on and excited and back down again.

Every now and then I would laugh and he would put his hand over my mouth, look me in the eyes and say; "Shhhh! Your going to wake up the neighbors!" To appreciate this you have to hear me laugh! His touching me over my mouth was getting to me and actually getting me turned on. As I looked down and saw the bulge between Tommy's legs, obviously he was turned on too!

After drying off Tommy then asked me if I was sure that I didn't have to work tomorrow. I told him of course and that the seminar team would be doing another seminar in the same hotel in 2 days so we didn't have to leave.

Then Tommy asked me how I would feel about going to bed with him. During the conversation both of us made it clear that it had been a while for both of us. And obviously, we both liked each other.

Long story made short, we made passionate love and it was the best that I ever had. And I mean EVER! Then Tommy asked me another question. He asked me if I was up for having a little fun and doing something a little different.
I indicated that I was up for fun. The jacuzzi and the bedplay had stimulated me and I really enjoyed this guy. He was different.

Then I asked him what he had in mind. He responded by askeing me a question. This guy always answered a question with a question. He asked me what my greatest fantasy was, something fun, something that we could do. In my mind I was thinking bondage but wasn't quite sure how to tell him that. Funny thing. Writing a post is one thing but when youare face to face with a really great guy, it's hard to say it sometimes. He helped me out by placing his hand over my mouth again and telling me to take my time and think about it. Then he smiled and said I looked cute with his hand over my mouth and I bet you would look great tied up!

I grabbed his hand, pulled it away and yelled out BONDAGE! I want to be tied up. Tie me up, blindfold me, gag me. Bondage! Just like I said in the ad. It came out so fluidly.

Tommy smiled and said; "Thought you would never ask!"

He then went over to the bag he brought in and pulled out a rope, opened it and told me, that's right, he told me to put my hands behind my back. He then started to wrap the rope around my hands, would pull gently and ask me if it was too tight. I said no. It had been a long time since I was in bondage and I was ready.

With the remaining rope, he circled around my torso so my arms were tight and snug. I couldn't move. He then tied my feet together.

I was still standing so Tommy the gentleman picks me up and carries me over to the bed. Then he tol me he wanted to carry me over the threshold.

Next Toomy went back into his bag and pulled ou of all things roses. He told me that he loves his damsels in distress in a bed of roses of started aligning the roses all around me. What a guy!

He sthen asked me if I wanted to play a kidnap game. Since I was already tied up he said I would be the DID, tied up and helpless. I figured why not? But then he said if you are to be kidnapped I'll have to keep you from screaming your head off.

Gag me! I protested. I said it before and I'll say it again. GAG ME!

He did. And applied a blindfold as well. Then while I was lying there helpless, tied up, gagged and blindfolded he started to read something that sounded familiar:

It said 30 something recently divorced female looking for bondage partner. Tie me up, gag me and blindfold me.

It was my ad. This guy had my ad and had planned this all the time. I mmmpppped in protest and Tommy ever the gentleman told me that I asked for it and now that he had me he would gladly release me all I had to do was nod my head.

I nodded my head....sideways to indicate no to being untied and that I wanted Toomy to continue. I wanted to see how this would play out and in fact, I asked for it.
 

Terri
 
 

Sometime ago I posted on another website a personal ad that went something like this:

30 something recently divorced professional female looking for male BDSM Partner. I work for a seminar company that does business around the country in all 50 states including Hawaii and Alaska and soon in other countries. Tie me up, blindfold me and gag me. 

The ad was more extensive than that but you get the idea. What I never expected was the tremendous response that I would recieve from all over the USA! And I didn't even post my picture but many sent me their pictures.

So I went on and posted an additional ad indicating that I couldn't possibly respond to every one personally and wanted the guys to be more specific as to what their intentions were and how much experience they had so shot out a general message to everyone to give me more details and boy were these guys ticked off!

Some of the responses were downright dirty! Some of the responses that I liked were in parts of the country that I would not be in for several months and these guys got mad at me.

Well anyway, to get to the story I finally met a guy while I was in upstate New York. He seemed cool, a little reserved and indicated that he was going through some tough times and was also recently divorced. No mention was made of bondage at this point.

He asked me to have a drink with him in the bar at the hotel where I was staying and I agreed. We talked for what seemed like several hours and I really got to like this guy. He was average looking, but a nice guy. A little on the quiet side untill he opened up and he was about my height, maybe only slightly taller and we both came from the Midwest originally.

After awhile I indicated that I probably should go up to my room and he politely offered to walk me to my room but then somewhat shyly asked if I would be interested in a nightcap. I figured why not. He asked me what my favorite brand of wine was and promptly ordered it from the bar and we made our way up to the 6th floor and to my room.

This guy always had me talking about myself. Where was I from....How long have I been with this company....What are my favorite hobbies....etc. Surprisingly, after many hours of talk he knew a lot about me and I knew absolutely nothing about him..yet.

We finally arrived at my room number 637, I'll always remember that room in the Wyndam Hotel. I won't mention the name of the city. 

Tommy (that's not his real name) put the bottle of wine in the ice chest provided by the hotel and then helped me off with my pant suit jacket. Then he went down the hall to get ice.

When he came back he had a bag of ice and another bag which he placed by the couch inside my room. I told him that he didn't have to go down the hall, he could have just ordered the ice from room service. My company had selected the best suites for us and service was always prompt. He nodded his head and said it was faster doing it himself.

As we sat on the couch in my suite, Tommy started making out with me and stroking my hair. He then looked me in the eyes and told me what beautiful eyes I had. I had of course heard this all so many times before but there was something different about Tommy and the way he said it. WAS SO INNOCENT AND SO SINCERE.

Tommy then asked me if I minded talking about my ex-husband and I said no. I won't go into the details here, but Tommy was taking in every word. This guy knew how to get to a girl and was a master at conversation---getting the other person to talk about themselves that is. And this was one of the things, if not the main thing that I liked about Tommy. He showed more interest in me than anyone I had ever met and certaintly more than anyone I had met recently. Most of the guys that I met had two things in mind; getting me in the sack and talking incessantly about themselves.

Tommy always touched me and he kept telling me how much he appreciated my spending time with him. He seemed to have a self image problem and indicate that his ex-wife told him that she was leaving him because he was unattractive! I told him as I indicated earlier, that I did not find him unattractive nor handsome either, but about average and maybe even above average. But most importantly, I thought that he was a great guy (and he was)

I asked Tommy again what he had in the bag and he shrugged off that question and countered with one of his own: are you ready for a cold glass of wine? Of course I was. He gently got up went over to the table and poured 2 glasses of wine.

I started to repeat the question of what was inthe bag but Tommy gently put his three middle fingers over my mouth and said I'll tell you later and with hesitating after checking out the jacuzzi in my room asked if I wanted to jump in and relax. Nothing like a glass of wine in a bubbling jacuzzi he said.

Now I was starting to wonder about my "shy" and "timid" guest. He wants me to go into the jacuzzi with him I thought?

After a long day and with the next day off it sounded great to me. He reached for the bag and told me he had a pair of swim trunks and asked me to use a room to change in. This guy was so polite!

After Tommy came out with his swim trunks, I went in and changed to my swim suit. All of the hotels have pools and I love swimming.

As I walked out Tommy admired my figure and told me so. "You could be a model!" I just smiled and said thank you. And told him that I work out, swim and watch my diet.

We enjoyed several glasses of wine and stayed in the jacuzzi so long that we both were feeling like a boiled lobster. We had fun. Tommy started to loosen up and would fondle me. Funny he would always ask me first then thank me afterwards. This guy had a way from going somewhat wierd and gentle to turned on and excited and back down again.

Every now and then I would laugh and he would put his hand over my mouth, look me in the eyes and say; "Shhhh! Your going to wake up the neighbors!" To appreciate this you have to hear me laugh! His touching me over my mouth was getting to me and actually getting me turned on. As I looked down and saw the bulge between Tommy's legs, obviously he was turned on too!

After drying off Tommy then asked me if I was sure that I didn't have to work tomorrow. I told him of course and that the seminar team would be doing another seminar in the same hotel in 2 days so we didn't have to leave.

Then Tommy asked me how I would feel about going to bed with him. During the conversation both of us made it clear that it had been a while for both of us. And obviously, we both liked each other.

Long story made short, we made passionate love and it was the best that I ever had. And I mean EVER! Then Tommy asked me another question. He asked me if I was up for having a little fun and doing something a little different.
I indicated that I was up for fun. The jacuzzi and the bedplay had stimulated me and I really enjoyed this guy. He was different.

Then I asked him what he had in mind. He responded by askeing me a question. This guy always answered a question with a question. He asked me what my greatest fantasy was, something fun, something that we could do. In my mind I was thinking bondage but wasn't quite sure how to tell him that. Funny thing. Writing a post is one thing but when youare face to face with a really great guy, it's hard to say it sometimes. He helped me out by placing his hand over my mouth again and telling me to take my time and think about it. Then he smiled and said I looked cute with his hand over my mouth and I bet you would look great tied up!

I grabbed his hand, pulled it away and yelled out BONDAGE! I want to be tied up. Tie me up, blindfold me, gag me. Bondage! Just like I said in the ad. It came out so fluidly.

Tommy smiled and said; "Thought you would never ask!"

He then went over to the bag he brought in and pulled out a rope, opened it and told me, that's right, he told me to put my hands behind my back. He then started to wrap the rope around my hands, would pull gently and ask me if it was too tight. I said no. It had been a long time since I was in bondage and I was ready.

With the remaining rope, he circled around my torso so my arms were tight and snug. I couldn't move. He then tied my feet together.

I was still standing so Tommy the gentleman picks me up and carries me over to the bed. Then he tol me he wanted to carry me over the threshold.

Next Toomy went back into his bag and pulled ou of all things roses. He told me that he loves his damsels in distress in a bed of roses of started aligning the roses all around me. What a guy!

He sthen asked me if I wanted to play a kidnap game. Since I was already tied up he said I would be the DID, tied up and helpless. I figured why not? But then he said if you are to be kidnapped I'll have to keep you from screaming your head off.

Gag me! I protested. I said it before and I'll say it again. GAG ME!

He did. And applied a blindfold as well. Then while I was lying there helpless, tied up, gagged and blindfolded he started to read something that sounded familiar:

It said 30 something recently divorced female looking for bondage partner. Tie me up, gag me and blindfold me.

It was my ad. This guy had my ad and had planned this all the time. I mmmpppped in protest and Tommy ever the gentleman told me that I asked for it and now that he had me he would gladly release me all I had to do was nod my head.

I nodded my head....sideways to indicate no to being untied and that I wanted Tommy to continue. I wanted to see how this would play out and in fact, I asked for it.
 

Terri
 
 

That is how my career in law enforcement started. Now after a year and half working for the sheriff I was working on PhD in computer science and had three other master degrees in math, electrical engineering, mba along with masters in computer science. When I get invited to closed door county board meeting with the sheriff and all the members of the board. Guess what they want me to take on the new position of forensic computer nerd in addition to the old position. It seems that it is the state had a big back logged of computers that need to be dissected about three months waiting list. The FBI has even longer back log. The county offered me the going rate for some one with my education and work experience plus twenty percent more. The reason I will need to take course to become a sworn police officer they thought it would be hard to find a nerd who would want to become a cop. Plus send me to the state crime lab and FBI for training. 

Maybe some information where I live might be in order about now for this story. I live in apartment complex it had three building of thirty units each one is made up of married people with kids. One is mainly mixed singles that are 40 plus years of age. The third is full of young college girls no college boys. I am only twenty four years of age when this started. Good shape 5-10 180 pounds dark hair and wear glasses. The only reason I got into the complex is my mother went to school with the owner and she knows me kind of. The college girls building has seen quite a lot of me over the eight and half years that I went to school and worked for the sheriff office. It seems the girls like the fact that I have 3.9 GPA. and I live right next door. I have helped them “tutor” if they fix dinner. One of the other reasons I use to help all the girls out is because some times it led to a nice time in bed or a nice Friday night out. 

Skip ahead about six months I now am a cop on probation that means I have a field training officer that needs to baby sit me. Most only need one for 3 months but as I will only be in the field 4 hours a day the rest of the time I jockey the computers, I will have one for 6 months. One night I get called out, I usually change at the office but I got called out in the middle of the night for a runaway kid and they needed someone (me) to unlock the kid’s computer. The deputy sheriff picks me up at home and off we go. No big deal it just takes a little time. I get the computer back to the office and open it up and recover the hard drive and find what was erased and it has what investigators need to find the girl. The fourteen year old girl was returned home and fifty six year old shit head is now in jail. I get home about 9 am. Just in time for some of the girls that I tutor to see me in full uniform. They seem a little shocked that I am a deputy. They are going to class but we talk for a bit before they need to go. Now with in the week it seems like every one knows I am a real cop not the sheriff’s computer nerd. The people’s attitude in the apartment complex changed toward me some for the better some for the worse. The first week the girls kind of stop showing up for about three weeks then one night about seven pm. Janet is knocking on the door wanting some help with trig. Janet was wondering if I would still help her and the rest of the girls now that I got a real job. As time went on more of the girls that I use to help start to come by for help again. I said yes of course after she got the help she needs to understand material. She wanted to know about me and being a deputy. I explain my job to her. About a month goes by and Janet still is showing up for tutoring and one day she offered to help me in my training to help pay for my helping her she does not think making diner is enough. I am just not sure what she wants to help me with at first. She thinks I need to practice patting down people for weapons and handcuffing them. I had never asked for any kind of help from Janet or the other girls, other then to suggest that make diner. I had to make sure what Janet was offering to help with; was it just the correct way of arrest and handcuffing some one according to the procedures laid out by the county or some thing of sexual nature. As time went on I got more offers to help me in my police training and with arrest procedures. It was not just the college kids. Some of single women in the over forty building where I was living in were asking also. 

With Janet it was both. For the girls like Janet I got some leather cuffs and soft rope and learned how to tie some one up so they did not end up with bruising. Some of the girls just wanted to know what it felt like to be placed under arrest and hand cuffed nothing sexual at all. Some just wanted to help me train as a way pay me back for the help I had given them. There was a few that wanted to know what if felt like to placed under arrest. You never could make it realist enough, because they knew you were not going to be placing them in a squad car and transported to jail and the cell door was never going to banged shut and the key was never going to turned in the lock. It did give the women some small idea what it was like to be placed under arrest. Even few of the other girls that have never asked me for help before asked for help with their studies. 

I decide to let Janet help with my with my handcuffing and arrest technique we went over a few rules. That is so she won’t do some thing that could get herself or me hurt. We went slowly at first. Only with time building the speed. We started with the simple compliant person. That is where the person is told to spread their legs, turn their toes to the out side and bend forward and bring their hands together behind your back, thumbs up and palms out spread the fingers, keep the hands away from their back. Now the officer grabs two fingers on each hand using one of his hands the other hand now removes the cuffs and gets ready to hand cuff both hands with out letting go with the other hands. It can be done very fast if the officer knows how. Next is to check to make sure the cuffs are not to tight and double lock the cuffs. After handcuff the person is search for weapons. Well a male cop in general is not supposed to touch the private parts of female. So you try to get a female cop to do the pat down but. The but here is there is not always a female cop working so the male cops have use some kind of implement. Unless the implement used to search the private parts of the body contacts some thing solid that could be a weapon. Then the cop can use his hand and remove it to determine if it is weapon. That night we did about four each of the standing, wall, bent over car/table, kneeling and prone cuffing/searches. At the end Janet suggested I search her one more time for microfilm. I changed the cuffs so her hand was palm to palm less chance that she would hurt nerves or tendons that way from pulling less secure now we were playing. Janet and I finally went to bed around 9:30 and had a very nice night together. Like I said Janet was not the only women that had bondage and sex on her mind when it came to helping me practice. Some I turned down as they were just a little young for me. 

john

Mr. Bondage

A lot of nice posts here. The one by Terri really got me excited. I hope she continues.

To me, being tied up and at the mercy of my man is an incredible turn on. I used to date a guy named Mike. He would tie my hands and then massage me all over. What a turnon! Mike would rub his hands over my face, squeeze my breasts, rub inside my thighs and in my pussy. I would howl and he would then handgag me to keep me quiet, gently and smoothly.

The smell of the oil and even my own pussy was a huge turnon to me. Mike could get me to get off with this alone.
The sensation of lying there helpless and unable to stop him was incredible.

Then Mike would stick his finger in my cunt and masturbate me untill I would come and shake all over. It was like being electrocuted and I couldn't do a thing to stop him. WOW! What a turnon.

Mike was incredible in the bedroom. He had all the moves. He knew how to penetrate deeply. It got to the point where I couldn't contain myself and would scream in ecstasy. Mike was only too glad to gag me to stiffle my screams. I found being gagged got me to get off even more!

Thanks for giving me the opportunity to sound off on my episodes with Mike. Hope some of you enjoyed it.
 

Kim

Can you archive the posts from "The Southern Hick" so we can all see what all of the fuss is about?

Thanks

Craig

I have really enjoyed the majority of what I have read at this site and have been meaning to post a few stories here myself. My erotic F/m handgag writing at restrainedtastes.com keeps me pretty busy, as does answering all the wonderful e-mail I get from fans of my two Lisa the Hand series there at TTT. But I wanted to take a break from all that for just a moment to share with you all a true story from my college days, one of several I will be sharing with you over time.

Now I realize that some of you do not consider handgags to be legitimate erotic bondage, but my e-mail has told me otherwise. Especially the positive reaction to Lisa Marie Kell and my writing for RestrainedTastes. I realize my story may seem very tame in comparison to all these wild tie-up stories you guys and ladies usually post here. But so many of you have made me feel at home here at Canuck's page that I wanted to share a story from my past. I think a lot of you will like it. As a Christian writer, my work is alays clean and will not need censored.

It was 1989 and I was 30 years old. I had gone back to school to earn another degree--this one in journalism. I attended Slippery Rock University in the town of the same name in Western Pennsylvania. Most of my peers were a good ten years younger than I. I was feeling pretty sexually inadequate as a Christian virgin, wishing I could be with a woman. I eventually ended up being the editor of the Rocket, the official newspaper of the town and university of Slippery Rock. As editor, you get to be Big Man On Campus, and I suddenly had friends I never knew I had who wanted favors from me.

There was this girl that had a crush on me whom I couldn't stand. Her name was Cheryl. She whined through her nose when she talked and always moaned about all her problems to anyone who would listen. I tried being polite and kind but then she latched on to me like a leech. I tried to avoid her but she was like gum on my shoe, and ugly as sin. I couldn't go anywhere to escape her--she ambushed me at every turn, and always invited herself to sit at my table in the cafeteria, whining and crying her woes to me in a nasal voice.

She drove me insane. No one wanted to be around her. They all gave her a nickname--Schleprock. I tried to change my route and my routine to avoid her, but she still ambushed me. I couldn't get rid of her. She even went to the Catholic priest on campus to spill her woes about me not being attracted to her. Cheryl was one trip to deal with.

One day Cheryl approached me at dinner in the cafeteria. She wanted me to meet her new roommate, a girl with the unusual Italian name of Carmella. I was immediately taken aback. Carmella Hamilton was the prettiest girl I had ever seen in my life, from Smethport, PA. She had green eyes, thick brunette tresses in a shoulder-length mane, and a creamy vanilla-white complexion. She was 19 and I was 30, but I was very attracted to her, hoping it didn't show. But Carmella gave me a very long and intriguing look.

I don't know how a man knows these things, but I just knew Carmella was gunning for me. She started sitting at my table to keep me company when I ate, and was the last one to leave. She started dressing really provocatively, like a model, and I knew it was all for me. She kept smiling at me all the time. I think Carmella saw I was interested in her, and she played a little game to win me away from her amorous roommate so she could have me all to herself. What a way to best Cheryl, to show her that she herself could have me so easily when Cheryl could not. It didn't take much doing for Carmella to sweet-talk me into her hands.

One day I let it slip that I was a Christian--still a virgin, no tobacco, alcohol, or drugs. (I still am that way today at 45.) That intrigued Carmella, got the girl's attention. She just had to be the woman who would break me in and make a man out of me. I became her special project. She was determined to win me away from her jealous roommate and do a woman's job to make herself my first. I lay awake one morning in bed and said to God "I just know something is going to happen with Carmella in the next two weeks--I just feel it." Part of me was scared, part of me wanted her.

One Saturday night it all came to a head. Cheryl made it her business to sit at my table in the caf and be utterly annoying. Whine, whine, whine. It was 6:30 p.m. As Carmella and I talked, Cheryl tried to butt in, jealous of my attraction to her beautiful roommate. By the remarks Carmella gave her, I could see that Carmella was doing her best to get Cheryl mad so she would leave. Boy, Carmella shot out some zingers, ticking Cheryl off--but she still wouldn't leave. Carmella was trying to be alone with me.

It was February 1989 and freezing outside. As the three of us left the caf, Carmella drove the final nail into the coffin with a smart-aleck remark. Cheryl exploded and said "That's it! I've had enough! I'm leaving!" As we watched her stomp away, all I could think of was GOOD RIDDANCE. Even as a Christian, she had truly tried my patience.

So there I stood in the freezing cold, facing Carmella, neither of us knowing what to say. I knew she was waiting for SOMETHING. I said "Well, I can either walk you home to the dorm or you can walk back with me to my place and we can talk." She smiled and grabbed my arm, steering me in the direction of my dorm. I felt lucky that night.

We sat up all night and just talked and talked. From 7:30 p.m. to 4:30 a.m. We covered so many topics as we sat on my bed facing each other--talking and talking the night away, getting to know each other. She made me feel as if we'd known each other all our lives. She was so beautiful! Like an angel princess!

Now wait, guys, stay wih me. Here's where it gets good. Dumb stupid naive me, I swear I didn't even see it coming!

At around 4:30, Carmella had it all planned. I was starting to mention about the lateness of the hour, offering to walk her home. Carmella was a girl, and knew exactly how to play me. She put her head on my shoulder and yawned as if she just couldn't stay awake. I tried to talk to her but she pretended she was dozing off. I was so naive I fell for it all! Honestly, I thought she was serious about being tired.

I didn't know what to do, confused and on the spot. I couldn't "wake" her. So I eased her head back gently on my pillow, settled her body against the bed in a sleeping position as gently as I could, and shut out the light. I wasn't about to sleep on the cold hard linoleum floor so I lay on my bed--as close to the edge and as far away from Carmella as I could.

I know you all would have laughed at me. Here I was, Mr. Christian Virgin No-Sex, in bed with a girl, praying to God! "Look, Lord. I'm not touching her. See? I know there's a girl in my bed, but I am not near her, not touching her. I'm being a good boy. Doing the right thing. I can't kick her out, and she's so tired. It's a long walk back to her dorm in this cold. See? No hands, no sex. I'm in the same bed with her, but I'm not even touching her. Please, God, forgive me. I promise I won't do anything." I was lying so close to the edge of the bed I almost fell off onto the floor.

What could I do with a sleeping beauty in my bed? Just be a gentleman, not touch her, and try to go to sleep. I even still had my clothes on. And neither of us were under the covers. It was gonna be one strange night.

I lay there flat on my back thinking of the irony of it all while Carmella "slept." About ten minutes into the darkness, I felt long, slender, silky-cool fingertips playing very slowly over my lips. I was shocked--she's awake! But those soft feminine fingers were feeling really good as they traced lazy patterns over my lips for a long while, the eroticism increasing with every second. She could feel my mouth respond to her pretty fingers and knew I was turned on. I couldn't fight it. I kept quiet and enjoyed her pretty fingers.

Then Carmella pounced like a tiger. Before I could even blink, she was all over me--and I do mean all over me. Her mouth was locked over mine in the darkness for one super-hot, passionate kiss! I was shocked motionless as she kissed me!

I was shocked to feel her soft feminine mouth over mine, locked so securely, and I guess I jerked a little, jumped with startled surprise. I had never been kissed in so long like that! To her credit, Carmella didn't pull away when I jumped. She paused, but kept her mouth where it was and let me savor the tasty sweetness of her kiss. It was the longest kiss I ever have had in my life, and I loved it. I couldn't resist, and didn't even try.

While she was busy drowning me in her prolonged kiss, Carmella's right hand landed on my crotch through my blue jeans. Her warm hand started rubbing and stroking through the demin--a silent signal for me to strip off my pants. She unbuckled the belt and as I shed the jeans, she threw them on the floor.

Carmella's soft and cool hand was now in my underwear, fondling and caressing away over my genitals. I could really feel her hand without the blue jeans in the way. I was getting aroused and excited but she wasn't about to let me speak yet--Carmella was still kissing away. I let her, enjoying the sweet taste of her lips. She wasn't playing fair, and knew exactly what she was doing. Carmella loved the fact that her kiss was keeping me from protesting. Her elegant magic hand and nimble dancing fingers made me come alive as it did wild gymnastics in my briefs, and I was starting to go erect. This teenage girl had very talented fingers that seemed to be well practiced and experienced--and I knew virtually nothing. Soon my briefs proved too constrictive for her and she threw them on the floor too. Lord, how did I get into this? How will I get out? Can I get out? Do I WANT to get out? I was wracked with guilt, shame, confusion--and pleasure.

Carmella was masturbating me relentlessly as she kept up her kiss, not easing off on the intensity. I made alarmed moans through the muting kiss, but her jaws were locked tight--she wasn't finishd yet! After a century, she finally took her mouth from mine to let me breathe. She had hels that sensuous, convincing kiss so long while her hand made me go erect==the kiss increased my erotic reaction to her stroking hand over my naked groin. She held me close and whispered "I want you!" Yeah, right--I thought she was joking. Girls never want me. I said "How long have you felt this way about me?" Carmella breathed, "For a long time." I was in shock and ecstasy, way over the edge by now. I couldn't stop if I had wanted to.

We started kissing affectionatly as she fondled me. She asked sweetly, "Do you want me to teach you?" Imagine a guy of 30 needing a 19-year-old girl to show him where to touch her and how. So if anyone thinks I'm making this story up, why would I admit publicly all this private stuff to you? I was a fumbling idiot who didn't even know how to be with a woman--she had to SHOW ME, for God's sake! This story is 100% true.

I liked her sweet kissing. When she asked what I was enjoying the most, promising to do more of it, I asked Carmella to keep up the kissing. I got far, far more kissing than I could ever have dreamed of--and then some. My entire mouth was dry of saliva when she was done with her excessive kissing. And I begged to go get a drink of water, but she wouldn't let me. I was breathless.

She was so gentle, kind, sweet, tender--so patient with me! I had never seen her so loving and tender before. She guided me every step of the way into our lovemaking. It was pure gentleness and loving care the way that girl handled me. She made me feel comfortable, eased and soothed my nervous fears and anxiety, never complained once. Carmella showed me what to do, how she liked to be touched, where to kiss her an put my hands. The girl taught me everything I know about pleasing a woman. I was trembling but did my best. Carmella was a patient, loving, kind teacher with a gentle, sweet spirit.

Suddenly remembeing God with guilt, I blurted out "Let's be careful. I'm a Christian, remember? We can kiss and touch. But please, no oral sex and NO INTERCOURSE!"

After some wild kissing and embracing, the pretty teen girl started to climb on top of me! I was alarmed. I had told her no sexual intercourse. "Hey, wait a minute, Carmella! I said no-mmmmmmpppphhhhh! Mmmmmppphhh!!"

Carmella had quickly clapped her pretty right hand across my mouth, clamping down hard to muffle me in mid-sentence, shushing me, and ordering me not to speak. Her free hand was raised to her lips, a long pretty finger pressed against them as she soothingly said "Shhhhhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhh." I was nervous and a little irritated, but her hand held me quiet. She kept her hand in place for quite some time. When I tried to remove her handgag, she fought my hand down and pinned it. Her feline green eyes were glinting down at me as the first cracks of purple dawn were creeping in through the uncurtained window. Carmella was staring down at me, focused and intent with a penetrating gaze, studying how I looked with her white hand over my mouth as a tight gag. She was smiling as she mimicked my mmmmpphhing and attempts to gagtalk. But Carmella couldn't understand a single muffled syllable of my protest, nor did she care to.

Carmella kept me gagged the whole time without letting me go and had her way with me anyway. I wasn't fighting her very much, and so weakly at that, so I knew a part of me wanted her to do this. Was it rape? I'm not sure. I hadn't exactly said yes, but when I had tried to say no, she had gagged me with her hand. Gagged, I could say not a word to her now about her sexual actions. I can't say it was against my will, exactly--so I don't really know if you'd call it rape or not. Kind of rape, yet not quite.

I was breathing hard under Carmella's snug hand from sexual exertion. Her palm was tight enough to seal my mouth airtight and was hindering my respiration. But I was afraid Carmella would see and feel my overexcited erotic response to her sexy handgag. I was ashamed to let her know I liked it so much. How do you tell a girl you like handgags and that they turn you on? How do you tell her you like her hand over your mouth without her thinking you are a sicko, sexual pervert? How do you tell her anything with her hand over your mouth as a gag for so long?

I noticed she wasn't removing her hand, and much time was passing. The longer her hand remained across my mouth, the warmer and more intimate it got. Highly pleasant and erotic, exhilarating ecstasy! The longer and tighter Carmella gagged me, the more excited I was getting--until I ejaculated everywhere. It was a very long and narrow hand, very feminine and curvaceous. The girl's perfume was sweet and pungent with intoxicating floral scent. Carmella's velvet skin smelled and tasted so incredibly clean and fresh, sweet with young femininity. Her fingers were long and slender with silken fingertips. Her slim palm was tight and so smooth with cool satiny skin. I was in Handgag Heaven!

Carmella's sweet and clean-smelling hand was so pretty with a lovely creamy-white coloration, like vanilla ice cream. Every time I breathed or tried to talk her hand pressed down harder and tighter, doing all she could to discourage speaking for the rest of the morning. She mimicked me each time I tried to protest her sexual act, her muffled tones sarcastic and teasing. She kept up the mocking sounds of mmmmpphhing and muffletalk mimicry until I subsided, shushing me constantly. She kept repeating "I'm not going to take my hand off your mouth. You just stay nice and gagged for me."

Her hand was over my mouth for a full hour, incredulously. I couldn't hide my erotic reaction from her. I muffled through her hand, "Can we do this again next week?" Sounding wise, she said "Let's just get through this time first, okay?" I kept mmmmppphhing in pleading tones until Carmella asked "Do you want to?" I nodded and she said okay. I muffle-begged her to promise and she gave her word. 

Carmella met my calm gaze over her hand and said "I like the way you look with my hand over your mouth. I love the muffle-y, mumbly way you sound." I was turned on to hear that, feeling braver after hearing the young girl admit she loved doing the handgag. "You like it when I have my hand over your mouth, don't you? It's okay to admit it to me, I could tell." Excited, now I found it easy to nod and kiss her sweet palm. My secret was out--and I hadn't had to say a single word! How easy was this! Waves of relief flooded over me.

Carmella kept her hand in place. "Talk for me. See if you can try to talk like this for me, all handgagged up." What kind of silly little game was this 19-year-old beauty queen playing with me? Miss Handgag sure liked this, and whatever her game was, I liked it. I did as she asked. I gagtalked the words "I love you, Carmella" behind her hand. It came out as "oo woov woo, koomoowoo" but it wasn't very hard for the silly girl to decipher my amorous ecstasy. She just said softly, quietly, with firm wisdom, "I can't say that yet." Grinning playfully, Carmella was nose to nose with me as she asked sweetly, "Do you want me to take my hand away? I don't really want to unless you force me. If you nod yes, I'll take it off and ungag you. If you like my hand, just kiss my palm and say MMMMPPHHH!" I did the latter. "Good. I think I'll just keep my hand over your mouth a while longer."

For the next five and a half hours I savored a soft, white, clean, sweet, young feminine hand over my mouth as the sun came up and went into mid-morning. It was 10:30 and Carmella had been handgaggng me nonstop since dawn. I could see Carmella's prettier-than-pretty white hand over my mouth in the mirror across from the bed--it turned me on to see a young girl handgagging me. A five and a half hour F/m handgag---330 slow, erotic, blissful minutes in F/m Handgag Heaven to savor the prettiest feminine hand I had ever tasted and smelled. You can't imagine what those long, slow five and a half hours of erotic hand-over-mouth erotic bliss were like, being an adult male with a sexy, pretty college girl's lovely hand clamped over your mouth. "I'll hold it as long as you want me to. I promise not to let go. Even if you want me to. I gag as long as I like." 

Five and a half hours, uninerrupted, of 19-year-old Carmella Hamilton's sweet handgag. But that was just the beginning. I wasn't prepared for the rest....

Am I boring you non-handgag fans with my lame story? Sorry. How do you handgag lovers feel about me continuing this story? Do you want to know what happened the rest of that morning? Did we do it again the next week? How did our relationship go after that first night with The Handgag Girl Who Stole My Virginity? If one person writes in and requests I continue, you got it. Anyone paying attention? 

After showing my american mate around the streets of London, taking in a play and quite hungry, we went for a late dinner in a classy London place. Matt wanted to go to the Pub, I discouraged him. These yankees need their alcohol don't they? I said it would make more sense to get a good dinner where we can also get some alcoholic beverages.

He was a little upset t hat he couldn't find his favorite american beer. I made some suggestions and Matt finally agreed on a German beer.

We finished our meal and Matt wanted to go shopping to pick up "some things." I told him this wasn't america and asked him what he needed. "Toys for tonite." was the response.

I told Matt not to worry because I had allof the toys he would need. I was not new to this and I have in fact been a DOM many times. In fact I had some surprises for my american kinky buddy.

Matt wanted to know where I would be more comfortable, my place or his hotel. My place. Nobody would bother us and I had everything I needed to play around.

First thing Matt needed to use the bathroom. Why do americans stuff themselves so much and then have to run to the bathroom? I love food too, but not to that degree. Being stuffed is not my intention. 

MATT came out and I let him to my bedroom. I started to unbutton his shirt and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me while passionately and I mean passionately caressing me. He was a mover.

After getting his shirt unbuttoned and off I unbuckled his belt and opened his pants and then pulled down his zipper while still kissing him. Matt picked me up by my legs and teasingly bopped his penis into my pussy. He was hard and ready for action.

Matt then carried me over to the bed with both of my legs straddled to his sides and started to imitate a humping motion sort of like we were having walking sex. 

Matt flopped me gently down on the bed, unbuttoned my top, and in one swift motion pulled my pants off. Then he pulled me up and quickly undone my bra in one easy snap and began to suck my tits. WOW! Was I ever getting excited.

I started to tell him that he was even better than I though but he quickly put his palm over my mouth, thumbs down and told me to be quiet or I might wake up the kids.

I mmmmppphhhhed mmmwhaaaappppkiihhiidhhhhssss. What kids in gagtalk. And Matt just smiled and said the ones we may make if I don't get some protection. We are moving way too fast here. I almost forgot.

Matt reach over and grabbed the scarf that I was wearing and stuffed it into my mouth. That should keep you quiet untill I get my trojans for this trojan horse. I tried to laugh but all that came out was a mutted laugh in a mmmmppphhh tone. I was untied but made no effort to remove my mussle. Kinda liked it. Rather exciting it was. It always is.

So Matt was now prepared. He had slipped his saddle on his trojan horse but stopped dead and asked me where my equipment was. I pointed to my dresser mmmppphhing at the same time.

Matt found my stuff. Cuffs, padded leather wrist cuffs, several rolls of tape, a ballgag and more. He looked at me and smiled.

Matt attached the leather straps total 4 to each bed post and then inserted my wrists and ankles in each one. Now I was naked as a jaybird, spread eagle in my own bed by this american yankee.

He pulled the scarf out of my mouth and quickly put a piece of duct tape across my mouth in it's place. I sort of like tape. I like the feel. I love the helplessness. I was totally at this guys mercy and loving every minute of it.

Matt then went back to work gag kissing me while rubbing mu tits, then sucking my tits while massaging my pussy with his hand. He would then put his hand in front of my nose to make me smell my own pussy. 

Now it was time. Matt couldn't wait any longer. He went inside me with his trojan horse and he pumped so hard that I swear I felt like I was on a trampoline. We both got off rather quickly, very quickly indeed. 

Matt then put his finger in my pussy again and with a wad of cum started to wipe it over my face. He was enjoying this very much.

I was soon to find that Matt was quite a teaser. He would gently pull the tape off my mouth ask me how I was doing and before I could answer he would regag me so all the sounds I could make were mutted mmmppphhhs. I just rolled my eyes. Matt repeated this several times to me. He would frequently tell me that he liked me better with my mouth shut.

From the process of ungagging and regagging me and from the mosture from my body from what we just did, the tape would no longer stick. Not a problem. Matt grabbed my scarf and wrapped that over the tape, yanked hard and tied it tightly behind my head. I started to repsond and despite the slight mutted mmmmppphs, Matt decided to handgag me on top of the tape and the scarf to further silence me. While doing so he looked around the room and I was to discover he was looking for more someth ing to do to me.

He released his hand and wwent back into my dresser and found a thick bandana that I usually wear in my hair. He smilingly walked over to me while I was helpless strapped to the bed holding the scarf out to the sides letting me know full well that I would be triple gagged. And such was the case.

No one had ever done that to me before. I found this erotic int he sense that if I was helpless before, now my ability to even mmmppph in a muted way was taken away from me. I could not make any sounds. Not that it mattered.

I live in a huge Victorian house that is virtually soundproof. Even if I wasn't gagged, no one would hear me. My concern now was that we had agreed on a safety signal in which I would humm. The triple gag made that impossible. Now I was getting scared. But assumed that old Matt knew what he was doing.

Matt still wasn't done. He grabbed yet another scarf and this time put it over my eyes. I kept wondering what this guy was going to do to me next.

I could hear Matt walking around and I now knew what he was up to. He had found some of my feather busters and proceeded to tickle me with them. Across my bust, the sides of my face, my nose, my legs and then my feet and then back up again. I squirmed as much as I could, but I was going nowhere. Inside I was giggling, but could hear nothing. Perhaps a very slight mmmpph, if that.

Finally told me that when I had enough to snap my fingers. Big problem. Matt had fastened those straps so tight that both my hands went numb and I couldn't move a finger. I was now strapped in for at least an hour. 

I tried desperately to scream, but alas, I was gagged way too well. Matt just figured I was enjoying this and I was, but I was also ready to be let loose.

How much longer could this go on? Matt decided to jump on me one more time and we both came one more time.

Matt now had the insight to start removing my gags and give me some air. He then asked me if I had enough. Fantastic I though, now at least I can speak.

Bluubbb, bub, bub, bub, bub. My mouth had gone numb. The damn tape combined with being tightly cloth gagged made my mouth and jaw go numb. I couldn't speak or say anything audibly. Fortunately Matt asked me if I wanted a drink, I nodded yes. He brough me a glass of water which gave me the opportunity to wiggle my mouth around. I couldn't use my hands, Matt still had me tied up.

By the time Matt had come in, my speech was returning. I would take a glass of water, swish it around in my mouth and mositen my lips and mouth. Speaking was still difficult but I was able to mumble a few words out. But I didn;t need to do.

Matt told me he deliberately pushed it a little further than usual because of my wise cracks at dinner, but he knew when enough was enough. He then unfastened the wrist and ankle cuffs and gently massaged them bringing blood back in and getting the circulation moving.

I just looked at him, sneering. You wait untill I get you down. Your going to pay.

Elaine K
London, England
 
 
 
 
 
 

At this point we engaged in some serious conversation. I told Matt that my lady friend had indicated that we had a mutual interest. Looking surprised, I said bdsm-bondage-discipline and so on. BONDAGE! He shouted. I quickly covered his mouth as everyone was looking on, they said, what the heck, YEAH BONDAGE! I know you enjoy it so why act so damned surprised?

Matt smiled and told me he was most interested in the ropes and other things. He said he wanted to make mad passionate love to me and he wanted to restrain me and and he asked me if I was a switch.

I nidicated that I prefer to play the SUB but do indeed make a fine DOM as well. He asked me what I had in mind. I simply replied that he would have to find out later, but then I stopped and asked him if he was really the type for this. I know my friend said he was, buut I didn't believe it.

Matt got beside himself. He went on defending himself bragging about all of his BDSM victims. He told me story after story and then asked me if I was prepared for what he would do to me.

Again, playing with the american, I retorted that I didn't really believe him. I thought that he was a amateur and would be clueless on what to do.

He came back bragging about all of the equipment he had in his home in the states. All of the bondage equipment, racks, ropes, cuffs, harnesses, hoods etc., etc.

I just laughed and told him that he probably read about that stuff and had no idea.

He blurted back and referred to me as a silly little lass. Then he told me that he would show me. "I'll show you. Yes indeedy, I'll show what I can do. I am great at bondage.

Matt was totally unaware that the entire place was looking at him. I had succeeded in getting him all riled up and it worked like a gem. I said okay Mr. Bondagemaster, we'll see but for right now, let's order shall we?

I ordered salmon and matt ordered a steak. Like most americans he needed his meat and potatoes, sticks to your ribs he told me.

Now Matt was talking more shrewdly and confidently. You SOB! You tricked me didn't you? You set me up to blurt out all of that bondage stuff in this establishment to make a fool of me didn't you?

I responded negatively. No! I only did it to get you in t he mood. I want it tonite!

You bloody well will was Matt's reply. (Note he was the a merican and talked like an englishman. He caught on fast!)
 

Are you ever going to finish your Shelley story? Just curious?

Elaine King
London, England

Elaine King
London, England

Your handgag story would make great reading in Highlights for Children. Lame isn't the word for it and it really is out of place here.

Nice effort though.

Elaine K
London, England

Bondagetteus

Bondagetteus

Since you like to tie guys up in their briefs, wanna try me? Personally, I think you are all talk and no action. 

Since you like to tie guys up in their briefs, wanna try me? Personally, I think you are all talk and no action. 

Imagine being kidnapped. Hauled off in a van, bound and gaggged and traveling over bumpy roads while I lay on the floor of a hard van floor. Imagine having panty hose and then a hood thrown over my head. Imagine a gag so thick that I could hardly breathe and imagine being scared to death not knowing what my kidnapper was going to do to me.

But don't feel too sorry for me, I actually asked for this!

Some time ago I was browsing the internet and accidently came across a bondage site which offered personal ads. I noticed an ad from a male requesting a female sub. Curious, I responded. I had a boyfriend but was looking for a little more excitement. Some juice. My guy was opposed to bondage and quite frankly, so was I for a long time.

I began emailing this guy. At first he seemed like a regular guy who was looking for a female companion. I was to discover fromour corespondence, that he had a girlfriend who did not appreciate his findness for the bondage lifestyle.

He asked me if I had ever been tied up or had any experience in bondage and how extensive that might be. I affirmed that I had been tied up, but it was only moderate bondage. Nothing extravagant.

After several emails, this guy got bolder and bolder. He asked about role playing and how I felt about it. I said I wasn't sure and asked what he had in mind. He went back into the bondage thing and asked me if I had ever been blindfolded. I said yes, playing games but only for brief times and only with a guy that was special to me.

He then went on to say that he loves to tie and blindfold his subs and silence them! Silence them! You mean gag them? He responded yes. He said that being gagged is a turn on for both the Dom and the Sub. Ever been gagged he asked?

I responded negatively and indicated that I would never allow myself to be gagged. Especially with someone I didn't even know.

He then went on to explore my bondage experience and asked some very personal questions about my favorite positions and such. If I had this guy on the phone, I would have hung up on him. Since this was email, I just ignored him and his next batch of emails for several days.

Perplexed, this guy continued to email me and actually made several apologies to me. He then said that I had contacted him in the first place about being a sub and he was merely trying to feel me out.

I went back and emailed him and said that perhaps I had taken it the wrong way but he was really pushing it too. I then responded by telling him that I had been in moderate bondage, sometimes blindfolded, never gagged and had no desire to be. But again asked what he had in mind.

I also indicated that my interest was stricty bondage, no sex. I just wanted to be tied up by someone I didn't know.
I wanted the thrill. The excitement. But I wanted to be safe and there would be no sexual involvement.

He then asked me how I'd feel about staging a fake kidnapping and went on to send me links to articles on how many wealthy and even non wealthy people were doing this as a way of release. The wealthy were typically the most practiced ostensibly because their wealthy husbands were too busy making money to make out or were cheating.

I had to admit that I was unaware of this fetish. He then told me that there were bondage clubs in our area and he frequented them. In fact, he found manyof his "prospects" there.

Interesting, he said he understood my concern for safety and indicated that we should meet in person. That would make me feel more at ease and he would have a chance to see if there was a match. Mr. Dom said he was particular with whom he associated with. This guy was now qualifying me!

But his idea made sense. It sounded good to meet in a public place and just to be sure, I would be bringing a friend with me.

He then asked to consider the kidnapping scenario and that he would see me at the bondage club. We indicated how we would find each other and it was off to the races.

I went to the bondage club but alas my Dom never showed. He was polite enough to email me to indicate that an emergency had come up and said that there would be another meeting in a nearby city the following weekend. I said negative to another meeting in another bondage club. While I found the practioners of this lifestyle somewhat interesting, I really wasn't interested in going through that again.

So I told Mr. Dom that I would meet him on my turf at a place I selected and I would be bringing a friend with me so he'd better not try anything.

My surprise was that he was delighted to meet me at the place I selected. His only request was that I sign a form that he emailed to me indicating what the meeting was all about and that I agreed to it. Apparently he didn't trust me too much either and was concerned about someone falsely yelling rape, stalker or harrassment. Couldn't say I blamed him.

The meeting came and I was surprised. He wasn't some rough looking redneck, geek, nerd or pervert. He was well dressed and mannerly. When he met be, he lifted my hand and kissed it--continental style. 

He then went on to tell me how attractive I was. He asked me what my favorite drink was and ordered it for me. We then went on to talk. Surprisingly, he didn't bring up bondage at first. Just wanted to get to know me and I got to know him. While initially I was thinking this must be a pathetic loner with no social life, now I was getting turned on to this guy and really liked him! He was cool. Polite and a real nice guy.

Finally Mr. Dom got to the subject we agreed to meet on. Bondage. He lowered his voice, leaned toward me and asked me why I wanted to do this. I told him the truth. That I had a guy in my life and was looking for some sizzle. Some juiice. WANTED TO SPICE THINGS UP.

He asked me what I thought of the bondage club. I merely responded that it was different.

He went on to tell me that he had a girlfriend too who was opposed to bondage. He said he tried to tie her up once and she went crazy. Turns out, this guy was also divorced at least once. Said his ex enjoyed bondage but he was having difficulty getting anyone to do bondage. Like me, he said that most of the females he had met, were into very light and infrequent bondage. He then told m e that he had extensive dealings with bondage with non girlfriends. He found that there were members of the opposite sex who like him, had a significant other who did not appreciate the lifstyle.

Mr. Dom then went on to say that he was experienced in bondage and was looking only for clean fun. He understood my interest in non sex and said that would be fine. Then he said he gets enough sex anyway. We both laughed.

He then went back to the kidnapping thing. You should consider that, he told me. You would make a great kidnapped victim. The only hard part would be to let you go! Wait a minute, I thought. Let me go.

Seeing the astonished look on my face, he laughed and assured me that of course he would let me go just like any other good thing, he would hate to see it end.

My response was that I hadn't agreed to anything yet. I told him that I would think about it, thanked him for the drink and get back to him. 

He stood up politely as I was about to leave and told me that he would be anxiously awaiting my response.

I did some research on bondage and fake kidnappings and found that Mr. Dom was right on. Many big city socialites do this frequently. Even men enjoy the adventure being kidnapped by females. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. My pulse started to beat fast and chills went up and down my spine.

I turned on my pc sent out an email with the heading: OKAY--I'LL DO IT!

Mr. Dom didn't waste anytime getting back to me. Ever the gentleman, he told me how much he enjoyed our meeting and reaffirmed that I was a very attractive lady. He said he loves long hair. Indicated that his former wife and his current girlfriend both had long hair and then shortened it. He also said I have beautiful eyes, was very nice and intelligent. I said I talk well and what a shame it would be to gag me.

Gag me! No way! I said no gags.

Mr. Dom responded by indicating that to be most effective, the scenario has to be realistic. How realistic would it be if you were free to yell for help.

He had a point. So I agreed to being gagged too. What else did he have in mind?

He sent me off a agreement. It indicated everything that we agreed to. This kidnapping was of my own volition. I could be restrained, bound, blindfolded and yes even gagged. There would be no sex and he would not touch any of my special areas. He could go other things that go along with kidnapping like light shoving, even slapping, pulling my hair gently and so on.

I also agreed to carry a pager with me just in case and that someone special would be contacting me from time to time and if at anytime I did not respond, they would notify the police. I also told him that I had plants placed in the place of our first meeting and take his photo. To proove it, I sent him a copy. Mr. Dom was a little upset about the photo but said he admired my thoroughness for her own safety. Regarding the pager. he agreed without an afterthought. But added that the kidnapping could come at anytime, probably when I least expected it. I said okay with one caveat, he could not abduct me on my way to work. I would not jeopardize my job over this. He agreed.

Even though I felt like I had taken every precaution that I could think of, I was still nervous about this event. Friends and family told me I was nuts and begging me to call it off. Surprisingly, their requests spurred me on all the more to do it.

The real excitement was in not knowing when or how it would happen. Where would he grab me from? At least I knew that on my way to work I would be safe. Nonetheless, I kept looking over my shoulder. Evertime I stopped. Evertime I parked my car at the mall or wherever.

While I was proud of the research that I did on my would be kidnapper, what I didn't knwo was the research he had been doing on me. He knew my routine. He knew where I worked. He even knew who my friends were. He even left notes on my car saying things like,"I can't wait to tie you up." and "Can I get a double on this and kidnap your girlfriend too?" or "Your girldfriends are almost as cute as you are."

I was starting to reconsider but Mr. Dom would always email me with an explanation and say something like. "This is all part of the game."

Finally the day came, or the night that is. I was working late and was late getting to my favorite after work hangout where I was to meet some coworkers. I knew it could come anytime. Would tonite be the nite? After getting into my car, I looked over my shoulder checking the backseat. In the movies on tv these guys always grab you in your car from behind right? So far, NO!

I drove off and due to my tardiness, couldn't find a parking place closeby so parked in a annex parking lot. I locked my car and figured nothing can happen here, he doesn't know about this place...or so I thought.

After locking my car I saw a PT Cruiser pull around. I just chuckled. He said he would put me in a van. This couldn't be him. 

The PT Cruiser stopped dead. In order to get to where I needed to be, I would have to walk by the right side of the PT Cruiser. No problem I thought.

As I walked by, suddely the right door came open making it impossible for me to get through.

"Get in Lori." It was my kidnapper.

I looked at him and told him that he surprised me.

"Just shut up. Shut the F_ _ _K up!" He then ordered me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I complied. He tied my hands and my feet. Then he hustled me into the back seat on the floor and drove off.

We were apparently getting close to people. I heard voices and my kidnapper quickly pulled a piece of tape off a roll and placed it over my mouth. "We wouldn't want you calling for help now would we." 

I was on the floor unable to move and unable to speak. WE DROVE FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE A SHORT DISTANCE. 

Mr. Dom pulled into a parking garage. He then reached over and untied my feet then opened the door for me and put me into the back of a van and not too politely either. He was really playing this thing out and I was beginning to wonder if this was the same guy or if I could really trust him.

At this point, Mr. Dom also applied a thick and tight blindfold but removed my gag. "Nobody around here at this late hour. You can scream if it makes you feel better." What a teaser! I was beginning to really feel scared and even thought about chaging my mind.

He must have been reading my mind because he regagged me. "Ooops. I forgot, night shift is getting out right now. Better leave you gagged."

He pulled out of this parking garage and drove off. I could tell we were leaving the city limits and had to wonder where he would be taking me. I also began to understand the appeal of this game. I was restrained. I was captive. Couldn't see and couldn't speak. For a woman unable to speak, that is restraint!

Mr. Dom pulled over and as I about to find out that he began applying even more bonds. Rope went between my arms and around my shoulders and bust, then my wrists and ankles.

Now I was at his complete mercy!

Soon I felt a thumbing. He had obviously driven off the main roads and was now on a country road. I felt every bump. His van floor was not very well padded.

After what seemed like an hour, the van stopped and Mr. Dom opened the back of the van. I couldn't see and couldn't speak. He removed my blindfold and untied me. He left removing the gag to me.

As soon as my viion returned to normal, I could see that we were way out in the country somewhere. There were no houses nearby. About this time my pager went off.

Mr. Dom let me use my cellphone I indicated that the game had started and that I was all right. They could sense the shakiness in my voice and asked again if I was all right. I affirmed yes again and indicated what Mr. Dom had done to me. I told them that this was both stimulating and scary, I was having fun and was okay. With that Mr. Dom acted liked the classic kidnapper, grabbed my cell phone and disconnected the call. 

Mr. Dom brought me into his house or the house I was at. It me awhile to walk having been tied up so long so I moved so slowly.

"What was that shut the f_ _ k thing about back there." I asked

"It's all part of the game Lori. Has to look real besides, if you don't shut the f_ _ k up, I'll have to gag you again. Stop asking so many questions!"

Once we got into the house I asked my kidnapper if I could at least use the bathroom and take a warm shower. That had been a rough ride in the back of the van.

He looked at me and said; "What do you think this is, The Holiday Inn? Do you want room service? How about some towels?" 

Mr. Dom grinned and then told it was okay. About that time there was a knock at the door. Mr. Dom quickly grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth and hauled me into another room where he prompty tied and gagged me again.

"Let me see who that is. I'll be right back. Now don't go anywhere." Yeah, funny!

Turned out one of the only neighbors saw the van pull up and was concerned since people rarely come up here. But why did he tie and gag me again?

Our friendly neighbor left and Mr. Dom came back in where he left me. I grunted but no audible words could be heard or understood. 

Once again Mr. Dom had untied me but left the ungagging to me. This piece of tape was fresh and stuck so hard it practily pulled my skin off to get it off.

to be continued
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Imagine being kidnapped. Hauled off in a van, bound and gaggged and traveling over bumpy roads while I lay on the floor of a hard van floor. Imagine having panty hose and then a hood thrown over my head. Imagine a gag so thick that I could hardly breathe and imagine being scared to death not knowing what my kidnapper was going to do to me.

But don't feel too sorry for me, I actually asked for this!

Some time ago I was browsing the internet and accidently came across a bondage site which offered personal ads. I noticed an ad from a male requesting a female sub. Curious, I responded. I had a boyfriend but was looking for a little more excitement. Some juice. My guy was opposed to bondage and quite frankly, so was I for a long time.

I began emailing this guy. At first he seemed like a regular guy who was looking for a female companion. I was to discover fromour corespondence, that he had a girlfriend who did not appreciate his findness for the bondage lifestyle.

He asked me if I had ever been tied up or had any experience in bondage and how extensive that might be. I affirmed that I had been tied up, but it was only moderate bondage. Nothing extravagant.

After several emails, this guy got bolder and bolder. He asked about role playing and how I felt about it. I said I wasn't sure and asked what he had in mind. He went back into the bondage thing and asked me if I had ever been blindfolded. I said yes, playing games but only for brief times and only with a guy that was special to me.

He then went on to say that he loves to tie and blindfold his subs and silence them! Silence them! You mean gag them? He responded yes. He said that being gagged is a turn on for both the Dom and the Sub. Ever been gagged he asked?

I responded negatively and indicated that I would never allow myself to be gagged. Especially with someone I didn't even know.

He then went on to explore my bondage experience and asked some very personal questions about my favorite positions and such. If I had this guy on the phone, I would have hung up on him. Since this was email, I just ignored him and his next batch of emails for several days.

Perplexed, this guy continued to email me and actually made several apologies to me. He then said that I had contacted him in the first place about being a sub and he was merely trying to feel me out.

I went back and emailed him and said that perhaps I had taken it the wrong way but he was really pushing it too. I then responded by telling him that I had been in moderate bondage, sometimes blindfolded, never gagged and had no desire to be. But again asked what he had in mind.

I also indicated that my interest was stricty bondage, no sex. I just wanted to be tied up by someone I didn't know.
I wanted the thrill. The excitement. But I wanted to be safe and there would be no sexual involvement.

He then asked me how I'd feel about staging a fake kidnapping and went on to send me links to articles on how many wealthy and even non wealthy people were doing this as a way of release. The wealthy were typically the most practiced ostensibly because their wealthy husbands were too busy making money to make out or were cheating.

I had to admit that I was unaware of this fetish. He then told me that there were bondage clubs in our area and he frequented them. In fact, he found manyof his "prospects" there.

Interesting, he said he understood my concern for safety and indicated that we should meet in person. That would make me feel more at ease and he would have a chance to see if there was a match. Mr. Dom said he was particular with whom he associated with. This guy was now qualifying me!

But his idea made sense. It sounded good to meet in a public place and just to be sure, I would be bringing a friend with me.

He then asked to consider the kidnapping scenario and that he would see me at the bondage club. We indicated how we would find each other and it was off to the races.

I went to the bondage club but alas my Dom never showed. He was polite enough to email me to indicate that an emergency had come up and said that there would be another meeting in a nearby city the following weekend. I said negative to another meeting in another bondage club. While I found the practioners of this lifestyle somewhat interesting, I really wasn't interested in going through that again.

So I told Mr. Dom that I would meet him on my turf at a place I selected and I would be bringing a friend with me so he'd better not try anything.

My surprise was that he was delighted to meet me at the place I selected. His only request was that I sign a form that he emailed to me indicating what the meeting was all about and that I agreed to it. Apparently he didn't trust me too much either and was concerned about someone falsely yelling rape, stalker or harrassment. Couldn't say I blamed him.

The meeting came and I was surprised. He wasn't some rough looking redneck, geek, nerd or pervert. He was well dressed and mannerly. When he met be, he lifted my hand and kissed it--continental style. 

He then went on to tell me how attractive I was. He asked me what my favorite drink was and ordered it for me. We then went on to talk. Surprisingly, he didn't bring up bondage at first. Just wanted to get to know me and I got to know him. While initially I was thinking this must be a pathetic loner with no social life, now I was getting turned on to this guy and really liked him! He was cool. Polite and a real nice guy.

Finally Mr. Dom got to the subject we agreed to meet on. Bondage. He lowered his voice, leaned toward me and asked me why I wanted to do this. I told him the truth. That I had a guy in my life and was looking for some sizzle. Some juiice. WANTED TO SPICE THINGS UP.

He asked me what I thought of the bondage club. I merely responded that it was different.

He went on to tell me that he had a girlfriend too who was opposed to bondage. He said he tried to tie her up once and she went crazy. Turns out, this guy was also divorced at least once. Said his ex enjoyed bondage but he was having difficulty getting anyone to do bondage. Like me, he said that most of the females he had met, were into very light and infrequent bondage. He then told m e that he had extensive dealings with bondage with non girlfriends. He found that there were members of the opposite sex who like him, had a significant other who did not appreciate the lifstyle.

Mr. Dom then went on to say that he was experienced in bondage and was looking only for clean fun. He understood my interest in non sex and said that would be fine. Then he said he gets enough sex anyway. We both laughed.

He then went back to the kidnapping thing. You should consider that, he told me. You would make a great kidnapped victim. The only hard part would be to let you go! Wait a minute, I thought. Let me go.

Seeing the astonished look on my face, he laughed and assured me that of course he would let me go just like any other good thing, he would hate to see it end.

My response was that I hadn't agreed to anything yet. I told him that I would think about it, thanked him for the drink and get back to him. 

He stood up politely as I was about to leave and told me that he would be anxiously awaiting my response.

I did some research on bondage and fake kidnappings and found that Mr. Dom was right on. Many big city socialites do this frequently. Even men enjoy the adventure being kidnapped by females. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. My pulse started to beat fast and chills went up and down my spine.

I turned on my pc sent out an email with the heading: OKAY--I'LL DO IT!

Mr. Dom didn't waste anytime getting back to me. Ever the gentleman, he told me how much he enjoyed our meeting and reaffirmed that I was a very attractive lady. He said he loves long hair. Indicated that his former wife and his current girlfriend both had long hair and then shortened it. He also said I have beautiful eyes, was very nice and intelligent. I said I talk well and what a shame it would be to gag me.

Gag me! No way! I said no gags.

Mr. Dom responded by indicating that to be most effective, the scenario has to be realistic. How realistic would it be if you were free to yell for help.

He had a point. So I agreed to being gagged too. What else did he have in mind?

He sent me off a agreement. It indicated everything that we agreed to. This kidnapping was of my own volition. I could be restrained, bound, blindfolded and yes even gagged. There would be no sex and he would not touch any of my special areas. He could go other things that go along with kidnapping like light shoving, even slapping, pulling my hair gently and so on.

I also agreed to carry a pager with me just in case and that someone special would be contacting me from time to time and if at anytime I did not respond, they would notify the police. I also told him that I had plants placed in the place of our first meeting and take his photo. To proove it, I sent him a copy. Mr. Dom was a little upset about the photo but said he admired my thoroughness for her own safety. Regarding the pager. he agreed without an afterthought. But added that the kidnapping could come at anytime, probably when I least expected it. I said okay with one caveat, he could not abduct me on my way to work. I would not jeopardize my job over this. He agreed.

Even though I felt like I had taken every precaution that I could think of, I was still nervous about this event. Friends and family told me I was nuts and begging me to call it off. Surprisingly, their requests spurred me on all the more to do it.

The real excitement was in not knowing when or how it would happen. Where would he grab me from? At least I knew that on my way to work I would be safe. Nonetheless, I kept looking over my shoulder. Evertime I stopped. Evertime I parked my car at the mall or wherever.

While I was proud of the research that I did on my would be kidnapper, what I didn't knwo was the research he had been doing on me. He knew my routine. He knew where I worked. He even knew who my friends were. He even left notes on my car saying things like,"I can't wait to tie you up." and "Can I get a double on this and kidnap your girlfriend too?" or "Your girldfriends are almost as cute as you are."

I was starting to reconsider but Mr. Dom would always email me with an explanation and say something like. "This is all part of the game."

Finally the day came, or the night that is. I was working late and was late getting to my favorite after work hangout where I was to meet some coworkers. I knew it could come anytime. Would tonite be the nite? After getting into my car, I looked over my shoulder checking the backseat. In the movies on tv these guys always grab you in your car from behind right? So far, NO!

I drove off and due to my tardiness, couldn't find a parking place closeby so parked in a annex parking lot. I locked my car and figured nothing can happen here, he doesn't know about this place...or so I thought.

After locking my car I saw a PT Cruiser pull around. I just chuckled. He said he would put me in a van. This couldn't be him. 

The PT Cruiser stopped dead. In order to get to where I needed to be, I would have to walk by the right side of the PT Cruiser. No problem I thought.

As I walked by, suddely the right door came open making it impossible for me to get through.

"Get in Lori." It was my kidnapper.

I looked at him and told him that he surprised me.

"Just shut up. Shut the F_ _ _K up!" He then ordered me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I complied. He tied my hands and my feet. Then he hustled me into the back seat on the floor and drove off.

We were apparently getting close to people. I heard voices and my kidnapper quickly pulled a piece of tape off a roll and placed it over my mouth. "We wouldn't want you calling for help now would we." 

I was on the floor unable to move and unable to speak. WE DROVE FOR WHAT SEEMED LIKE A SHORT DISTANCE. 

Mr. Dom pulled into a parking garage. He then reached over and untied my feet then opened the door for me and put me into the back of a van and not too politely either. He was really playing this thing out and I was beginning to wonder if this was the same guy or if I could really trust him.

At this point, Mr. Dom also applied a thick and tight blindfold but removed my gag. "Nobody around here at this late hour. You can scream if it makes you feel better." What a teaser! I was beginning to really feel scared and even thought about chaging my mind.

He must have been reading my mind because he regagged me. "Ooops. I forgot, night shift is getting out right now. Better leave you gagged."

He pulled out of this parking garage and drove off. I could tell we were leaving the city limits and had to wonder where he would be taking me. I also began to understand the appeal of this game. I was restrained. I was captive. Couldn't see and couldn't speak. For a woman unable to speak, that is restraint!

Mr. Dom pulled over and as I about to find out that he began applying even more bonds. Rope went between my arms and around my shoulders and bust, then my wrists and ankles.

Now I was at his complete mercy!

Soon I felt a thumbing. He had obviously driven off the main roads and was now on a country road. I felt every bump. His van floor was not very well padded.

After what seemed like an hour, the van stopped and Mr. Dom opened the back of the van. I couldn't see and couldn't speak. He removed my blindfold and untied me. He left removing the gag to me.

As soon as my viion returned to normal, I could see that we were way out in the country somewhere. There were no houses nearby. About this time my pager went off.

Mr. Dom let me use my cellphone I indicated that the game had started and that I was all right. They could sense the shakiness in my voice and asked again if I was all right. I affirmed yes again and indicated what Mr. Dom had done to me. I told them that this was both stimulating and scary, I was having fun and was okay. With that Mr. Dom acted liked the classic kidnapper, grabbed my cell phone and disconnected the call. 

Mr. Dom brought me into his house or the house I was at. It me awhile to walk having been tied up so long so I moved so slowly.

"What was that shut the f_ _ k thing about back there." I asked

"It's all part of the game Lori. Has to look real besides, if you don't shut the f_ _ k up, I'll have to gag you again. Stop asking so many questions!"

Once we got into the house I asked my kidnapper if I could at least use the bathroom and take a warm shower. That had been a rough ride in the back of the van.

He looked at me and said; "What do you think this is, The Holiday Inn? Do you want room service? How about some towels?" 

Mr. Dom grinned and then told it was okay. About that time there was a knock at the door. Mr. Dom quickly grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth and hauled me into another room where he prompty tied and gagged me again.

"Let me see who that is. I'll be right back. Now don't go anywhere." Yeah, funny!

Turned out one of the only neighbors saw the van pull up and was concerned since people rarely come up here. But why did he tie and gag me again?

Our friendly neighbor left and Mr. Dom came back in where he left me. I grunted but no audible words could be heard or understood. 

Once again Mr. Dom had untied me but left the ungagging to me. This piece of tape was fresh and stuck so hard it practily pulled my skin off to get it off.

to be continued
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

debbiemayo72@yahoo.com
 

BTW, I read an article on a website at 
http://www.portlandmercury.com/2004-04-22/feature.html

I also have posted a listing for a "Kidnap for Hire" service, but have yet to get any replies.

This is fairly explicit but the language only gets bad (f-words)at the end. It's actually a sweet and loving tale of erotic passion, I think. Hope it's OK.

In college once, my girlfriend Tracy promised to give me the “ride of a lifetime” on night. We were very into each other and horny all the time. She asked me if I was up for anything. I said yes. She said, “Be at my dorm at 4 p.m. Saturday and walk in. Once your there, do whatever I tell you. Trust me.” I agreed and got very excited.

Saturday came and I hurried to her dorm, which would be mostly empty on her floor given that it was an athletes dorm and many on that floor were playing field hockey at the time. Tracy was abouit 5”2, blonde past her shoulders, and adorable. Well built and athletic – she was a soccer player and a very good one. I was quite into her.

I got to her dorm room and walked in and closed the door. It was dark. Before I could say anything I felt a hand over my mouth. It was Tracy, handgagging me from behind and hissing, “Don’t you say a word – you do whatever I say or you’ll be very sorry. Now, on your knees.”

I knelt down, shockd and delighted. We’d done some kinky stuff before, including a little bondage, but this was much more aggressive and I loved it. Her hand stayed on my mouth as I knelt down.

“Lie on your stomach now, you little shit,” she demanded, and I did. She took her hand off my mouth. “Make a sound and I’ll stuff a sock in your mouth! Put your hands behind your back, now!”

I obeyed, and as I did that Tracy pulled my shirt off over my head. Then she grabbed my hands and I felt her tying them behind my back with handcuffs.

“I’m going to tie you up and kidnap you, you little creep. And I won’t release you until I;m satisfied,” Tracy said, hard. She handcuffed my hands and then took off my shoes and socls, then pulled my pants off as I lay tied on the floor.

“I’m tying your feet now – don’t you dare move,” she said, and she tied my bare feet at the ankles a few times. All I had left on was my underwear. I still said nothing.

“I’m going to have my way with you tonight, boy. I’m going to torture you so bad you’ll be begging me to put you out of your misery,” Tracy said, tying me up into a hogtie. “But I won’t. I won’t stop, no matter how much you beg or whimper or cry. And you WILL do all those things. You will find out how sadistic a kidnapper I can be!”

Tracy walked around to my face as I lay bound on the floor at her feet. She was hot! She wore a white short-sleeved baby-doll blouse with very puffy short sleeves and a V-neck string tie in front – it was my favorite and she knew I had a little fetish, I guess, for ruffled short-sleeves like that. She had on faded baggy green cargo pants and dirty soccer socks. Again, this all fit the profile for me – I was into these clothes on her (yes, I had a thing for socks and feet) and she was using it all.

“You have no name anymore. I will only call you ‘hostage’ or ‘my prisoner’ from now on. And you will call me “Ma’am.” Failure to do so will result in severe punishment. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I said, finding it very hard to move in what was a very good hogtie.

Tracy crouched down and grabbed my face in her hand, harshly but not so it hurt. It was definitely a way to get my attention though.

“Yes WHAT?!!” Tracy said through clenched teeth.

“Yes ma’am,” I said obediently.

Tracy got up and looked down at me again. “You will only speak if spoken to. You will not make a SOUND otherwise. If I am torturing you so bad that you want to cry, you won’t dare do it without permission. This is the way you will stay, hostage! Bound. Hogtied at my feet. My helpless prisoner. No one will rescue you. Do you understand??!!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good boy,” Tracy said with a giggle. “Oh, I have such plans for my prisoner tonight!”

Tracy went to lock the door behind me and turned the lights on, only she had replaced all the bulbs with colored bulbs. Red, blue, purple, and green. It gave the room a crazy glow. I also saw, on her desk, she had a pitcher of ice water, a roll of duct tape, some long feathers, some tooth picks, and more coils of black rope. 

“I like you tied up, hostage. It’s very empowering. You are all mine tonight, you little wimp Let’s make sure you’re tied up tight enough,” Tracy said, and she kneeled down and ran her hands over me while checking the ropes and handcuffs. It was very eroitic and I giggled nervously while being incredibly turned on.

“Shut up, or I’ll shut you up!” she warned, then walking around to the front of me, and then sitting in a desk chair with her feet in my face again.

“Take my socks off with your teeth, hostage!” Tracy demanded.

I complied and struggled with my teeth to pull her dirty socks off her feet. The smell was a little bad, but I was fully aroused. I got one sock off and spit it out, and then struggled with the second one on her other foot.

“You idiot! Can’t you do anything right! Faster! Get my socks off now or you’ll be eating them!” Tracy demanded.

I finally got her other sock off and looked at her bare feet in my face. She was a soccer player with great feet, meaning they were agile and even a little course. I loved them.

“Kiss my feet, one at a time, until I tell you to switch!” Tracy demanded.

I did.

“Suck on my toes, hostage!”

I did, sucking one toe at a time, then two. Tracy closed her eyes and purred while I did this. I was erect as hell and loving every minute of being her prisoner.

Tracy held her feet up so the soles were in my face. “Now kiss the bottoms of my feet – every inch!”

I did and she purred some more and said, “That’s a good hostage. Oh. I think my prisoner deserves a reward now!”

When she finally let me stop kissing her feet, Tracy came around and undid my hogtie. She dragged me over to the foot of the bed and, with my hands will tied behind me, tied them to one of the bed legs. I was immobile now, with my legs and feet stretched out on the floor in front of me. She then tied my feet to the leg of a futon that she had in her room. I was totally immobile.

“I’m going to torture you now, hostage,” Tracy said, crouching down and sliding my underwear down to my ankles, “But this will be a pleasure torture. It will be unbearable and awesome for you. But you won’t scream. Hee hee hee hee.” The taunting was unbearable and I was rock hard.

She pulled a chair over and sat over me on the floor, cross-legged. “You’ll want to scream, of course. You’ll want to scream and moan and beg for mercy, but I’m not allowing you to. If you make a sound while I torture you, you will have to pay. Understand?”

“Y-y-yes ma’am,” I said, squirming a little as she lowered her bare feet to my naked lap. What was Tracy going to do to me?

“I’m very good with my feet. I can do anything with them. You know that, right?” Tracy asked me.

“Yes ma’am” I said, feeling 100 percent helpless and almost jumping out of my skin with anticipation.

“I’m going to masturbate you with my feet. I’m going to rub you up and down with my bare feet until you come like a volcano. You have never felt anything like what you are about to feel. But if I hear a sound from you – the tiniest little peep, hostage! – and there will be punishment. You just use every ounce of strength in that bound body of yours to hold it in!”

I quivered and shook and thrash against my ropes and wanted her just to take me, right there, right now.

“Tsk tsk. Silly silly little hostage. Are you trying to untie yourself? You’re not going anywhere! Are you ready for my feet?” Tracy asked in an irresistible taunting voice.

I panted and nodded, nervous as hell for what I was about to feel and more excited than I ever had been in my life.

“Good. Just sit there and relax, my prisoner. Let my evil feet do their work!” Tracy said.

Tracy lowered her feet, grabbed my penis with them, and began to stroke me with her somewhat rough soles. I jumped out of my skin- or would have – and screamed in ecstasy a few seconds in. Nothing ever felt so good!!!

Tracy stopped the foot job and snarled, “Bad boy, hostage! I told you not a sound. Now I have to gag you!”

Tracy got up, went across the room to her desk, and got the duct tape. She ripped off a long piece, looked at me wickedly, and crouched down and gagged me with the duct tape.

“There – that should shut you up. Maybe later I’ll gag you with my socks, but for now, I need the total silence of the duct tape gag!”

“MMMMPH! MMMPH!!!!” I screamed.

“Shut up!” Tracy yelled back. “Oh, is my hostage trying to say something? He better not be. No mmphing., no sounds! If I hear you squeal like a little girl, the punishment will be worse. Now where were we?”

Tracy lowered her feet again and began again. I used every ounce of strength I had to stay quiet while she rubbed me up and down with her amazing feet, slow at first and then a little faster. I felt my bound hands and feet struggling against the bonds and tried with all I had to keep quiet, but finally I couldn’t and, about 15 seconds from coming, I began to squeal under my gag.

Tracy stopped her feet immediately and got up. I begged her under the gag to keep going. She looked disgusted.

“You just don’t listen do you?” she said harshly, getting up and going to her desk. “If there’s one thing I will not allow is a disobedient hostage. That’s why I have to do this!”

Tracy grabbed the pitcher of ice water, walked slowly over to me, and held it over me for just a moment. I screamed “No!” into the gag.

“Still won’t listen, you little shit?” she said. “Well, here’s what you get!” And Tracy dumped the pitcher of ice water on my crotch. The whole thing. I screamed so hard I almost undid the tape gag, and my erection was gone. I kept screaming and begging but she giggled in an evil way. This was magnificent agony!

“My hostage will learn one day. Here, enjoy the water for a little while and if you’re good I’ll put my feet to work again.”

I sat there drenched with icy water and limp and moaning and almost crying a little, but also loving every inch of Tracy’s torture. It didn’t take long for me to get aroused again and I was screaming “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” into the gag and begging her to dry me off and continue.

“OK – I believe that you are truly sorry, hostage. I’ll dry you off now and we can continue” Tracy said, getting two large towels and drying every inch of me. She then took a third towel and put it under me where I sat. She then dumped a little baby powder on my crotch to ensure it was totally dry and ready.

“Can I give you a little sex refresher course first?” Tracy asked.

I nodded, harder than I ever had been.

“The two or three minutes after he orgasm are usually the highest level of arousal – where the person is the most turned on. Usually the screams of delight eventually help to being the person back to earth. But I wonder what it will be like for you now that I’ve tied you up? And I wonder what it will be like now that you’re gagged and unable to scream? Hmm – we’ll find out, won’t we?”

That was brutal taunting. I begged her to continue and she foot her foot over my gag and demanded silence. When she got it she went back to her chair, brought her feet down, and started the foot job again at a furious pace. I struggled with all I had to keep every sound in, and it only made me harder and more turned on and sensitive. This was 10 times better than any hand job I ever had.

“Good boy – good hostage! Not a sound out of you. Oh you are so obedient!” Tracy said. rubbing her amazing feet even faster. She was able to use her feet to hold it in them like they were hands. Quite a talent.

Finally, a minute later, I came so hard my ears popped a little, and I let out a scream that would have been heard down the street if I weren’t gagged. As my orgasm was finishing, Tracy got up and walked across the room, and stood there with her arms folded in front of her.

“That;s it – enjoy it! Scream like a little boy, like a pig! Scream your head off, hostage. No one will hear you. Enjoy every second of the best orgasm you’ll ever have!” Tracy yelled. “Scream!!! Louder!!!”

I did and I was teary-eyed and the pleasure was undescribable. I thrashed around against the ropes and flopped like a fish and never wanted it to end! That she wasn’t even touching me and across the room taunting me intensified it and made it more wonderfully agonizing. This orgasmic wonderland went on for about 3 more minutes – me bound, gagged, crying, and never happier and never more in love – until it finally began to subside and I finally began to feel my body go limp and let go of the sensation. AMAZING!

Tracy came over and cleaned me off and took my gag off and kissed me deeply and passionately. I licked her lips with my tongue and tried to practiucally swallow her. Finally my breathing normalized and I collapsed into her arms, still her tied up prisoner, and thanked her over and over again.

“Shhhh. I love you – I wanted you to experience the best,” she whispered, reaching down and untying my hands from the bedleg. They were still cuffed. She undid my feet too, which were still tied but now free of the futon. 

“Come up here,” Tracy whispered, and pulled me to the bed. “I’m going to tie you down to the bed while you recover. You’re still my prisoner!”

Tracy uncuffed my hands, made me lie down, and then cuffed them over my head to the head board. She then untied my feet and retied them to each bed corner, spread eagled.

I panted and gasped and finally felt my erection go. I was onto the dreaded refractory period.

“You know how sensitive your body gets afterwards– this whole refractory thing? I bet you don’t even want me to touch you now – you’re so sensitive, right?”

“Kind of – I feel like one giant nerve ending.” I said.

“Uh oh – you didn’t say ‘ma’am,’ hostage!” Tracy said, getting up.

“I – I –I,” I stammered.

“Silence!” she said, grabbing one of her socks and shoving it into my mouth. “Spit it out and I’ll gag you with two socks! Then three! If that doesn’t work then I’ll tie a sock under your nose so you can smell my foot odor for a while. Don’t you dare spit that sock out!”

Tracy straddled me, still in her shirt and pants, and wiggled her fingers. 

“I bet the last thing you want right now is for me to tickle you!” Tracy giggled.

My eyes bulged and I shook my head and screamed “Noooo!” into the sock. I was so sensitive that I couldn’t imagine how ticklish I would be. And I am incredibly ticklish usually, anyway. I was panicking and pleading into the sockgag.

“Hee hee hee hee. You are mine. Oh, and this torture…it won’t be as much fun,” Tracy giggled, and then attacked my body with her wiggling fingers and tickled me so bad I thought I’d have a heart attack. Every sense was heightened and Tracy just tickled me and tickled me and showed no mercy. I was crying from laughter and finally spit the sock out. Tracy just took it and tied it around my head as a gag.

“Naughty naughty! Someone needs me to tickle him even harder!” Tracy said, tickling my feet sadistically and then my knees and thighs. 

“I’ll tickle you like you’ve NEVER been tickled!” Tracy said, getting up and grabbing the other sock and a long feather. She tied the other sock around my mouth as a gag, just like the first one, and then stood over me with the feather and grinning. I was crying like a baby and laughing like a madman. Every touch felt 10 times magnified.

“Guess where I’m going to tickle you now, hostage?” Tracy taunted, moving the feather to my crotch while standing over me. “Right down here!”

She slid the feather under my balls and began to gently tickle under there, which was the worst of all. I thrashed and bucked but my bonds held tight. I was shrieking. I was out of control!

“You are such a ticklish hostage – I love it!” Tracy said, using the feather down there and then using her fingers while I tried to plead for mercy. “Do you think I can tickle you to death? I’ll bet I can!”

“Tracy PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed, but it came out muffled because of the sock gag. I was shaking now and out of control totally, but Tracy just kept right on tickling me everywhere.

“Mmmph mmmph,” Tracy mimicked back, tickling me harder and everywhere. “Cries of mercy will only make me tickle you more, hostage. I’ll give you the worst tickle torture anyone has ever had. I am a GREAT tickler, you know, and I could tickle you all night! So go ahead and beg – no one can save you from this torture chamber!”

Tracy tickled me so hard and for so long that I was fully aroused again in a little while. She noticed.

“Want me to f--k you, hostage! Want me to f--k you to death?” she yelled. “Do you want me to f--k you while you’re my prisoner? Do you want me to tie you down and gag you and f--k you!?”

“YES!!!!” I screamed into the sock gag while Tracy still tickled my ribs and chest.

“OK,” Tracy said. “You are DEAD!!!” And she unzipped her pants, keeping them on, and f---ed my brains out, almost literally.

“Yeah, I’ll tie you and gag you and f--k you!” Tracy said while I was inside her and she went wild on me. “I’ll f--k you with my clothes on to show you how much power I have over you! You are my hostage and I’ll do whatever I want to you!”

Finally, I came again, and Tracy came a short time later. I screamed into my gag and she rode me like a bronco and after another minute we finally calmed down. She zipped her pants back up and threw her arms around me. I moaned in post-coital paradise into the soaked sock gag, My face felt deep red and filled with tears. This was the most passionate and erotic night of my life! Tracy didn’t lie!

Tracy kissed my ears and face and cuddled me. “Are you OK, honey? Did I hurt you at all?”

I said “No” into the gag and never felt so much in love. Tracy took my gag off and let it hang around my neck, and kissed me deeply for a few minutes. “I love you!” she whispered, over and over.

“I love you too. God, you are incredible!” I whispered back.

“Do you want me to untie you now, sweetie” Tracy asked, sincerely.

“No,” I said.

“Good,” she said, and we both started to laugh.

The end. Hope you liked it.

In the days of my stupid youth, I liked to make a big deal out of personal holidays: birthdays, half-birthdays and things like that. It was really freaking annoying, I'm sure.
My 19th birthday came during my freshman year, and I eagerly returned home for Thanksgiving weekend, anticipating an orgy of praise and celebration upon the annual celebration of my birth.

I spent the day before endlessly reminding friends of the next day's importance and saying things like, "We should do something" and, "We'll get something together."

I went to bed that night after making sure the house was all locked up, and fell asleep with a smile.

But before I could drift off to dreamland, I was awaken by a slight pressure on my body. I tried to sit up, but I couldn't -- my whole body was being pinned down. Still mostly asleep, I stayed silent and could hear whispers in the room around me.

Fully conscious now, I began to thrash my whole body, but to no avail. I felt someone put a cloth hat over my eyes, and then the lights were turned on.

I heard someone say "We're gonna need more duct tape -- oh wait, he has some right here."

I felt hands wrapping the tape around the blanket I was in, securing my lower body while my hands were being taped behind my back.

Damn, I thought. Betrayed by my own tape.

By now I had recognized the voices and I knew that my assailants were just friends, but I was not prepared for the sight before me when the hat was removed.

My room was full. Nine people, all good *expletive deleted* friends, were gathered around. The three guys in charge of holding me down and applying duct tape were at the foot of the bed, looking fairly winded.

The group, comprised of girls and guys, stood around cheering at their success. I noticed one of them was holding a camcorder to document the occasion.

As I began to hurl death threats left and right, a strip of duct tape was put over my mouth. The ringleader, a cheeky blonde girl, told me that it would be a lot easier on me if I just played along.

In response, I chewed through the tape over my face and began cussing them, their mothers and the goats their parents might or might not have abused. They then wrapped the tape completely around my head several times -- heedless of any of my shaggy blonde hair caught in the mix.

Three oafs picked me up and carried me out to their waiting car. Remember, this is November and I am nearly naked, wearing only my boxer-briefs. Having already considered this fact, my friends decided the best car for me to ride in was a convertible with the top down.

I was transported to the ringleader's house and deposited on a freezing cold tarp in her backyard.

For the next half hour, the following items/condiments were poured, slathered and stuck to my body: Vaseline, instant tanning lotion, pancake syrup, peanut butter and Tang drink mix, of all things. For the finale, my ex-girlfriend smashed eggs over my head.

Ow. My pride.

After they cut me loose and I finished chasing them all around, I was able to shower with a garden hose and put clothes on. For my consolation prize and to ease their guilt about tearing my hair out with duct tape, they took me out to IHOP.

To top it off, we all watched the video tape together in one big happy group. Luckily, I have a sense of humor so none of them were killed.

This year, I just want to go bowling.

So our nosey neighbor had left and Mr. Dom had untied me. I started rubbing my hands to bring back th e circulation. This guy really knew how to tie and tie tight. 

Mr. Dom gently grabbed my hands and started rubbing them. He then said that he was sorry to have tied me so tightly and said it was out of habit. This guy was definitely different. He was the model kidnapper and the model gentleman att he same time. He would go from telling me to shut the f_ _ k up to gently and politely rubbing my hands.

"Sorry I had to tie you up and gag you again, I was afraid that that person would alarm you and you would ruin the whole game. Besides, "

I quickly interupted and said, "I know, it's all part of the game right?" He smiled and said yes.

"Before that interruption you said something about taking a shower. Do you still want to do that?" 

I replied, yeah, unless you have a jacuzzi.

"Actually, we do have a jacuzzi."

What a kidnapping I thought. Here I was at my kidnappers mercy and the guy even has a jacuzzi. He went on to tell me that the jacuzzi was outside though near the pool.

"You have a pool here too."

"Yeah, my friends know how to get away from it all and have a good time."

"One thing though, if we go outside, I'll have to tie you up and gag you just in case anybody happens by and of course, it's part of the game."

"Won't it bother you if people see me that way?"

"They won't see you. It's all enclosed but they may be outside and around. Have to be careful."

"But I hate that tape. That last piece nearly ripped my lips off."

"No problem. I have other ways to gag you that are more comfortable."

"Well, I need to use the bathroom and if I am going to be tied up again, can I least take a warm shower first?"
 

"Negative. We'll hit the jacuzzi first and if that doesn't take the kinks out you are more than welcome to take a warm shower."

"Will I ahve to be tied up for the shower too?"

"Of course not! You'll be inside although I will be tying you up again later, you know, because it is part of the game."

Mr. Dom let me hit the bathroom and do my thing. When I came out he was waiting for me hold a bathing suit. He then asked me to try it on and see if it fits. Somehow, I thought he already knew it would. And not too surprisingly, it was a perfect fit. Like I said before, this guy had checked me out and even knew what size bathing suit I would wear.

I came out from my assigned room and Mr. Dom was waiting for me. He was also in a bathing suit with some ropes and a bandana in his hands.

So I turned around, put my hands behind my back and he promptly tied them. He then cleave gagged me. It was different and much better than the tape. Comfortable but effective. I tried to speak and only blurt out some mono mmmmppphhhss.

He walked me out to the jacuzzi and gently helped me in. I have to admit that I was a little nervious about sitting in a jacuzzi with my hands tied behind me and I put my trust in this guy.

After having been tossed around in that stupid van and rolling around on the van floor over those bumpy roads, I was aching and the fingerlike massaging action of the jacuzzi felt wonderful. It loosened everything up. If this was what kidnapping was all about, I was all for it.

At one point I had relaxed too much and slipped underwater but Mr. Dom quickly pulled me up, pulled my gag off and asked me if I was okay. I nodded yes but indicated that perhaps that was enough of the jacuzzi and time to go back in.

Once inside, Mr. Dom poured me a drink. With my hands still tied, he served me. What a gentleman kidnapper. He then untied me and asked me if I still wanted to use the shower. I indicated absolutely and headed for the shower.

After showering and redressing Mr. Dom was waiting for me again and asked me if I was hungry. I was ravaging! He asked me if I would like a steak. Of course, I indicated YES!

He brought me into the kitchen, showed me were the refriderator and shove were and told me to proceed.

"You want me to cook the steak."

"Yes and No. Yes I want you to cook, but not a steak, 2 steaks. One for you and one for me.. I am the kidnapper and you are my captive."

Mr. niceguy Dom was turning into Mr. Macho Slavemaster but I figured that this was part of the game as well and complied. I asked him how he wanted his steak and he indicated medium well. So now I went from a kidnapped victim to a cook. 

The steaks made Mr. Dom asked me what I liked to drink and after inspecting what was in the refriderator idncicated that he hoped I liked Chinese beer. Because that was all they had other than ice water, carrot juice and so other natural fruit or vegetable derived drinks. I went with the Chinese Beer. It was rather good.

TO BE CONTINUED
 
 
 
 

"The Game"

Its been about three months since I broke up with my Finance' and my best friend and his wife have been working overtime to keep me happy with girls that my best friends wife works with. Its nice not to have to do your own legwork, but often I find I don't have a lot in common with these girls and after a night or two I don't see them again.

Then came Ann. Now, Ann and I don't have a lot in common, Im older, have a completely different background and work different hours. But what we lack in common interest, lust seems to brush aside like an incoming tide. 

Now while Im no spring chicken, Im not yesterdays trash either, Im still tall and slim, under 35, with a good muscle tone that comes with working out 4 days a week, dark complected, with a bit of imagination and a lot of energy. Ann, is 21 (and just 21 at that. She is about 5'4 and 110 lbs. She has strait, long blond hair which runs just past her shoulders., breasts of a 21 year old that are a bit larger than average and no cellulite visible on her body. She is very fair skinned, with green eyes. Ann has the kind of face that looks better natural than with a lot of ,makeup and has only one piercing, her naval.One would charictarize her attitude as "spunky" and she is always laughing and bouncing around.

About two weeks ago Ann and I were over my friends and both had a bit to drink. When we were starting to get frisky and I had her stripped down to a set of black panties and matching bra, I held one hand of hers behind her back while kissing her. Ann brought her other hand back and grasped the first as I pushed her toward the wall. I let the first hand go and to my pleasure and surprise, she kept them behind her back, even when I turned her to face the wall , grabbing at her and kissing her from behind. She acted as if they were restrained there and I was not complaining. I noticed that her moans were starting to get louder also. This was great, but as I am a bit of a modest man, I was a little worried about the moans.

I bent her over the bed forward and straddled her from behind. Ann continued to hold her hands behind her back but continued to man louder as we went. I placed one hand over her mouth and she pressed her lips against it, effectively hand gagging her self and she started to really get into it. 

The remainder of that night is probably not for this crown so I will skip ahead.

The next weekend, Ann and I were again at my friends house. As the night progressed I was thinking about the last weekend and our encounter. I wanted to push the envelope a bit and see how far I could get Ann to go. At one point I snuck off to the room I use when I stay over and looked in the closet. I found an old rain jacket with a cloth belt, a tie and a bathrobe belt. I placed each on the inside handle so that I could find them later if I got the chance.

As the night wore on, An n and I started to get close and soon enough we were heading to the room. We kissed and fondled a bit. Ann was in a turquois two piece bathing suit and I had a long set of wet shorts on (We came out of the hot tub) As we started to strip a untied Anns bikini top and unsnapped the front. Her firm breasts, with just a slight tan line stood out from her chest like two marvelous melons. I slowly lowered the bathing top until it was just around her lower arms when I softly pulled the ends together grasping her arms behind her back.An made a smile and a bit of a moan. Thrusting her breasts out for me to kiss as she held her wrists together with my hand and the bathing top wrapped around them. 

I turned her away from me and backed her toward the closet door. "Where are we going?" she asked? I told her to wait and see and she smiled, turned her head toward mine and passionately kissed me. I reached for the closet handle and found the belt to the bathrobe. I released the bikini top and grabbed her wrists with one hand. Ann did not resist in the slightest and instead let out a satisfying "oooohhhh" I slowly, softly wound the belt around her wrists, tying them off and turning her to face me. 

"you prepared for this I see " she said with a smile. "Well maybe a bit..." I gushed.

Ann and I continued to Kiss and she was really getting into being loud from her moans and affection. As we started toward the bed I reached back and grabbed the coat belt and the neck tie. Ann and I landed on the bed and I kissed her all over. I dropped her bathing bottoms and we started to get very passionate. She turned on to her stomach and her hands were grabbing at me as we got louder and louder. I hand-gagged her , letting my middle finger slide between her teeth. Ann bit softly on my middle finger moaning and writhing around. as she did her bit grew harder. with my left hand I reached for the neck tie and brought it toward her mouth. I folded it in half (not an easy trick at this stage) and when I removed my right hand fron Anns mouth I grabbed both ends of the folded tie and brought it towards her face. Ann did not even pause as I placed the tie in her mouth. She bit on it and allowed her moans to become almost animal like, the week gag muffling her only a little. I tied it off with a weak knot and flopped her on her back. Ann was not completely into the moment and The coat belt was forgotten.

After we finished, Ann and I lay around and i commented on how much fun I had with her. She made a comment on how it was nice that we agreed on little things and how she liked to just have fun. I paused and took a deep breath I asked Ann if she would like to come to my house next weekend a bit before my friends arrived. Ann said she would and we agreed that she would arrive around 10am, my friends arriving around 2 to hit the pool.

When the next weekend rolled around I figured I would pull out all the stops and see if Ann would agree to bondage before any sexual escapades began. During the week I looked for any movies that would be on TV that had bondage in them and found a few episodes of dramas and a movie starring the star of "Dr Quinn Medicine Woman" where she was bound to a chair by another female in the climatic ending. If you have not seen the movie (the name escapes me) it goes a bit like this .

Jane Semore (Dr Quinn) gets tied to a standard wooden chair with her hands tied to a rung, her feet together and gagged with a white OTM gag. it is a great scene and the best part is that it makes sense as part of the plot. (though the entire movie is ot that great)

Now I have a satellite version of TIVO and can digitally record shows on television and play them back as if they were on then. I taped this show and a few of the dramas. Then I gathered some white cotton ropes, some ties, some duct tape and other items I may be able to use as bondage tools. I looked but with out cutting up a sheet I did not find a white hankerchief long enough for a good gag.

Friday evening I was headed home when I passed a thrift store and it occooured to me that this may be a fine resource for bondage equipment. Sure enough I found several silk scarves and a white silky table cloth with a small black spot on it. ten dollars later I was headed home with a huge smile on my face.

I cut the table cloth into three strips and made one the perfect leanth for a gag. Then I laid the items in my room so that I could access them but not that they were too obvious.

On Saturday, I woke up earlier than I planned and 10am could not come soon enough. I paced around the house and set up the pool area twice. about 1020 a knock came at the door and there was Ann. she had a bag, which obviously had her bathing suit in it and was wearing a white silk blouse where I could make out the outline of a darker bra and the small protrusion of her nipples through both sets of cloth, a short black skirt that accentuated her firm legs, and a set of black mid heels. Ann had a red/pink lipstick on and just a bit of makeup she was dressed like she had just came from an office and it was the kind of office I would like to work at. Ann saw my quizzical look and smiled. "I just came from a intern interview at a doctors office, Im sorry Im late. she unbuttoned the third button on her blouse and gave me a peck on the cheek. I invited her in and got her something to drink. we chatted a bit and she sat on the couch, the movie with Jane semore had been running (on TIVO) since 5 before 10 and she occasionally glanced at the TV while we spoke.

As the movie progressed past the first hour, I sat next to her and we started kissing before 1hour and thirty minuited was up.As the scene with the bondage approached I made sure that we were watching the television and I was rubbing her back. As Jane Semore was tied and struggling My rubbing stopped as I watched, Ann also seemed to lean forward. "Do you think they are lesbians?" she asked of Jane and the girl tieing her. "Who, them? " I asked

Yea..silly them.. they seem to be enjoying that a lot" " Well I don't know about them, but I am" I replied smiling and kissing her neck.

"I can tell" Ann said and reached back and grabbed at me as she sat on my legs.

"Oh yeah, can I do that to you?" I asked almost afraid to breath and trying to act non-chalaunt. 

"Only if you you make it worth y while...if you know what I mean" Ann said with a smile..

Whooohooo... I was off lie a shot to my bedroom and grabbed a cotton rope, placed it in my pocket and a section of the white table cloth I had made into a gag.

I walked back into the room and Ann was still watching the movie. Jane had struggled free by now and as I sat next to Ann she kissed me. "Ok your turn I said" Ann opened her mouth in mock surprise but then smiled..."Just like a boy scout, you are" she said.

I sat just a bit behind her and grabbed her arms. Ann struggles only a little and submitted, leaning forward and crossing her wrists. I wound the cotton rope around the wrists and made a figure eight tieing them securely. Ann commented that I was getting better at this and I told her that she had no Idea.

I leaned over in front of her and kissed her for a minute and then held the cloth gag out in front of her. Ann opened her mouth and I Cleve Gagged her with the thick, silky, white cloth. It clashed perfectly with her lipstick and her white teeth bit softly into the folds of the gag.

I stepped off to admire my handi work. Ann gave a good struggle against her bonds and as she did her breasts pushed against her blouse. I noticed a bit of sweat dripping on her cleavage and her nipples had become erect and were now making dents in each cup. Ann closed her eyes and leaned back I could only guess what was going through her mind.

I knelt in front of her and started to kiss her neck as I unbuttoned her blouse. Ann moaned into the gag as I let the blouse fall back against her arms. Annms bra was a silky Purple bra with frilly edges. Her panties matched I found as I removed her skirt. I made love to Ann in the TV room, with her pressed against the couch, her hands bound behind her and gagged the entire time. Ann was totally un inhibbitted moaning and struggling against the restraints and when we were finished she lay back in my arms. I pulled the gag loose and kissed her.

"Are you going to be ready for round two she asked with a smile" "two...Ill be ready for four or five if you don't watch out" "Ann laughed" I untied her for a brief moment and we both got a drink of water. We talked about how it was exciting for her and me to have sex while she was helpless and how when one is able to give them selves to another with trust, it can be so sexually satisfying. I asked Ann if she was worried when we were over my friend that they heard her. 

Ann replied that she also is turned on when there is the possibility of getting caught. "well do I have the game for you" I said. Ann asked what I meant and I told her she would just have to wait. 

When 2 o'clock rolled around I stood up in my room and once again admired my view. In the middle section of my room sat ANN tied tightly to a wood back chair with a cloth seat. was clothed in her bra and panties again with her nipples just visible from the cleavage sides of the bra, the dark circles and the tip bearly peeking out of the fringes. Ann smiled at me and asked if I was proud of my work.she tested her bonds. had tied her wrists behind her back, together with a 20' leanth of rope and then to the cross bar of the chair. A second white cotton rope wound around her chest above and below her breasts. this rope passed between rungs in the chair also. Anns feet were tied together at the upper thighs and ankles which were also tied to the cross bar by a foot of rope.

"Now what" Ann asked. "well I need to make sure you can not call out or be over heard when my friends arrive any minute. if you are a good girl I will come right back, untie you and we can join them at the pool. But if you make too much noise, or if they just get curious, they may end up coming in and finding you. Im sure they wouldn't mind, but what about you?:"

"You are a beast, Ann smiled" I nodded in agreement and took a hankerchief from mt dresser. With the silky white cloth in my hand also I approached her. " your really gonna gag me huh?" Ann asked. "all part of the game my dear" I leaned over and we kissed again passionately.

"pen wide" I said to her. Ann opened her lips and teeth and I pushed the hankerchief in leaving the ends just outside her teth so she would bite on them. I then folded the cloth into a 4" or so fold and stood behind her I pulled her hair back as much as it would stay and placed the cloth over her lips. I pulled the gag at tight as I dared and knotted it twice behind her head. Ann Mummffed and tested the gag. "Work?" I asked. Ann nodded her head up and down

I kissed her on the forehead and on each breast as I heard the knock at the front door. I squeezed a breast and said "Be right back lover" Ann could only MMMMPPPHHH behind the gag and I walked out of the room, looking back to see her struggle against the ropes.

I greeted my friends and we chatted for a few minutes when one asked where Annie was. hey had seen the car. I saud that she was getting ready in my room and would be out soon I then led them out to the pool. A few minutes lated I walked back toward my room and opened the door. Ann was still bound tightly to the chair and looked up at me with large eyes.

Thought I might not be me huh? I asked Ann could only Mummfff back

Well you have been a good girl I said and I spoched. But, what if.........

I took a electric massager I had from earlier relationships and plugged it in to the wall socket behind ANN. Ann opened her eyes even wider. I kissed her on the gag as I placed the massager between her panties and her legs. Ann widened her legs as much as she could with the bonds on her thighs. "You Like" MMM HMMMM Ann replied. I said "well then, maybe you need to stay here a bit more", Ann whimpered just a little but closed her eyes and began to move with the throbs of the machine

I took one more leanth of cotton rope and tied the massager into her lap. Then I stood and straddled her chair. I pulled her gag from her mouth and took the hankerchief from between her teeth. Ann leaned forward and as I opened my shorts took me in her mouth and began to pleasure me as she became more aroused by the vibrating machine.

After a few minutes I stood back and said that I should go check on our friends. "Well Untie me then "Ann said "soon, Soon" I replied. First lets just let you simmer a bit. "No fair Ann said, but was smiling and biting her lower lip. I Took the cloth that was once her gag and stood behind her again. I tied it this time over her eyes and knotted it behind her head. Reaching into the closet I pulled out a silk blue scarf, folded it in two and knotted it in the middle.

I touched the knot to her mouth and Ann opened her lips and teeth to accept it. I pulled the ends tight to the top of her neck, behind her head and knotted it tightly. Anns teeth bit into the knot and the gag tugged slightly at the ends of her mouth. She started to moan louder to the increasing warmth building up inside her. I turned on a radio to cover some of the noise and opened my door. I thought for a second and then closed the door loud enough for her to hear, but I stayed in the room. 

Ann was writhing against the ropes and vibrating massager in complete passion. Her head was strained back causing the blindfold and gag to pull tighter and the straps of her bra had falled to each side completely exposing her breasts. I watched for a few moments and then snuck out of the room.

I went to the kitchen and fixed a few drinks. When I walked out to the pool a few friends asked jokingly where I had gone to for so long and commented on how I looked flush.

I noticed that one of my female friends , a single, cute friend of a friend whom I had known for several years had gone to. When she did not return within a minute or so I got worried and excused myself again. As I re entered my house and started down the hall I was shocked and embarrassed when I saw thee girl quietly backing out of my room. She must have passed me while I was in the kitchen and either entered my room to use the bathroom or change. 

I could hear the music from my room still going and I thought I could hear the humm of the massag3er also... Anns gonna Kill me is all I could think. What does this girl think of me was the second thought shooting into my brain. I must have turned three shades of red and my stared toward the floor as I rushed toward the room. 

To my surprise, the female placed a index finger to her lips, quietly closed the door and started past me in the hall with a smile on her lips 

"Lucky girl...Lucky couple....See you at the pool .....tiger...." she touched me on the stomach in a friendly brush and as she sashed down the hall i looked back to see she had grasped one wrist behind with the other and turned toward the door.....

I opened the door and looked to see Ann was exactly as I left her, still struggling with blindfold and gag in-place seemingly unaware of her visitor. As I closed the door behind me I noticed a white pool towel on the bed with a distinct imprint of a someone's seat on it, it was on the edge of the bed facing Ann and had obviously had a person sitting there for a few minutes to have the imprint.

I smiled , a quick though of possibilities to come entering my mind. Ann kissed and thanked me in a rather physical way. She commented on how turned on the possibility of being caught by one of our friends had made her and we soon joined the others at the pool.

The rest of the day was uneventful, though I caught the occasional glance and smile of the other girl at the party...Things to come..I though to my self...what a game

Feel fre to email me, I should be posting a story in the near future.

I had gone out one day with my friends, Thomas, William, and Carlos. We'd been friends since high school. It had been the week before we went to college. We decided to camp out in the woods. We set up camp when a forest ranger came and said there are some kids dressed and pretending to be Indians. He said to be careful, because there have been reports of people being humiliated by the Indians. We ignored the warning figuring he was joking, when we were surrounded by little kids. They wore the usual indian clothing, feather, bow and arrow, moccasins, and even a pant to go with it, but bare chested. They told us we were to go to their camp immediately. We just played along. They didnt tie us up yet. They brought us to a little village, with a post in the middle. We were all led to it and our backs forced against it. They encircled our bodies with rope. We stood there for half an hour. The chief came over and said that we were tresspassing on their land. We were to be tortured and humiliated. One by one we were led to one of the fake huts and tied spread-eagled, and given the full tickle torture. While we were being tortured the Indians set up stakes four in a row. We were tied with our hands behind us and the pretended they shot at us with their bows. They tickled us with feathers. After that we found out that our parents set this up as a revenge for what we did to them, but that's another story.

This is in reference to the post addressed to Confused Man concerning my writings on the web. The person addressing Confused Man is not in possession of the facts, only his opinion. I never claimed to be an awaed-winning writer, only a published one. I have been published many times, but have never won any awards for my writing. I did not leave the website in question (nor any others) due to lack of positive response. Frankly, I left due to the increasing sleaziness, vulgarity, and indecency of some of the postings. Lastly, my attacker claims that the Lisa material was removed due to my dissatisfaction with lack of reader praise, or with one individual expressing unhappiness with my writings. That is not the case at all. The response to my Lisa series was overwhelming--and not one negative response did I ever receive. In fact, the readers are still clamoring for more. But I was forced to withdraw those writings due to issues centering around legal considerations. 

I think it is grossly unfair and very unfortunate that a disgruntled reader can freely come forth on the Internet to criticize and slander me openly without even having the facts. He is in error on every point he made. He stated his opinions about me and my situation very dogmatically, as if he knows the facts. I think it is sad that, in his confident self-assurance to criticize me, he wasn't even brave enough to sign his name. It is so easy to criticize when you are not in possession of the real truth. 

We had arranged to go out to pizza one evening, and I asked her to meet me at my studio apartment. I told her I would probably be taking a nap, and to just use her key and come in to wake me up. As she openned the door, the room was dark, the radio was on quietly, and the pillows were arranged on the bed making it looking like I was sleeping. I was hiding behind another door, and when she started toward the bed, I reached to cover her mouth with my left hand, pulling her arms behind her with my right arm. I had cupped a piece of duct tape inside my left hand, so it was pressed against her lips. I whispered 'surprise' to her, and leaned her against the bed. I pulled a cord out of my pocket, criss-crossed her wrists behind her and tied them together. then I took off the duct tape long enough to put one hankerchief in her mouth, and tie it in place with the bandana. I couldn't believe I had her tied and gagged in less than two minutes. But my luck was even better, since she had worn a strapless, bra-less summer dress, with just enough elastic to keep from just falling off. After I pulled the elastic below her breasts, it was no time until Ally was standing there wearing nothing more than a pair of frilly panties and a cute cleave gag. I then found the longest cord, and used it to tie her arms to her body, and it really made her breast look great. I lowered her to the bed, tied her ankles together, and then hogtied her. Man, she looked really sexy! After a few minutes of enjoying her breasts, I remember that I promised Ally pizza, so I called to have a pizza delivered. Hey, a promise is a promise.

That evening I learned how fun it was to tie Ally up in different positions for different funtions. She really enjoyed the experience a lot, and asked me to tie her up several other times. It was tough to surprise her again, though, since she was usually looking to be tied up. She got to the point where she would 'tell me' I would have to tie her up to keep her from doing something I didn't want her to. Ally left for State University about six months later, and we lost track. This site is so cool, it brought back a lot of memories I had nearly forgotten. 

Right, here's the deal: I'm a 24 year old guy, cute looking (so Im told) and am looking for similar aged girls to practice some bondage with! You can tie me up too if you like, but if there are any girls out there who want to be tied up then email me and I promise I will do a good job!

I was a senior. I was on the "semi-honor roll", if you will, and Pres. of the Industrial Arts Club. It was an unwritten tradition to in the IAC to initiate a under classman every year. Each year was different. I decided to do something different....OH YEAH BABY!!! We had a substitute teacher for that testing day in my structural engineering class 214. (advanced, thank you) When he went in to the supply room to do inventory, me and my 3 partners in crime, grabbed a guy we'll call Mike. Mike was a character all his own and that's how we based our selection. Actually he irritated us to death!!! So we took Mike and sat him in a rolling office chair.....as I handcuffed him, they tied him up and then we duct taped him to the chair. We used a whole roll. He was going NOWWHERE!!! We rolled him out into the hall and down toward the cafeteria (other side of campus) to the girls bathroom to only leave him in the handi-cap stall. We went over to the vending machines and sat for about 20mins after purchasing some rewards for our mission. (Understand that we were seniors so we had privileges to be outta class). As we started to walk away from the lunch area, we heard a loud scream. As I turned around, I saw a girl running from the girls bathroom toward the front office. Her panties still around her ankles? "Uh oh, what now," said one partner "do you think he'll talk?" I decided we would go back in for the extraction of our lil'ol' Mikey boy. We grabbed him and we were off at lightning speed back to our structural engineering class. When we got back (teacher still doing inventory), the other classmates release him from the "chair of intiational death". We all laughed and Mike was a good sport about it all and was just thankful we didn't leave him there. Needless to say, Mike never annoyed either one of us ever again......