The Great Outdoors (F/M)

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So it was that I found myself hiking alone with Elsa. Somehow our conversation got onto the topic of damsels in distress from movies. I mentioned that the kidnappers always used a single piece of duct tape to silence their victims and how that wouldn't work in real life. Elsa and I argued about this a little bit, she was convinced that duct tape would work and I argued that you could just work your mouth around to get out of it. The conversation turned to something else and we kept walking.

Elsa was a cute little blonde, just a couple years my junior and with a slender but still sexy build. She usually had either a focused, stern look on her face, or a mischievous grin. We had met through some mutual friends and discovered a few mutual interests. Our first date followed after that, but we were both shy so didn't get very intimate. For our second date, I wanted to do something physical, and Elsa was a bit of a tomboy, so I proposed a day hike. We each had a backpack with some food for a picnic later and water for hiking.

Eventually, we stopped for lunch. Astronaut food and water, cooked over a small fire. Then, Elsa started rummaging through her bag. With a cheeky grin, she pulled out a roll of duct tape from her pack and looked over at me. "I think we should settle our argument from before." I knew I was right, so I agreed. Obviously, I had to be the victim since she would have no incentive to try to work her mouth free. She placed the strip of tape over my mouth, smoothed it onto my cheeks with her fingers, and then stared at me intently. I opened my mouth, pulling my lower lip free, and met her gaze. She frowned.

"Well that's not fair, you're not tied up!" Now I was listening. I hid my excitement and argued back. "I didn't even use my hands!" She explained that if you want to get a good result from an experiment, you have to remove as many variables as possible. I didn't buy it, but I didn't want to talk her out of tying me up. "Do you even have rope with you?" A brief look of excitement crossed her face before she composed herself. "I do, actually. It's very useful when camping."

She pulled some lengths of paracord out of her bag and walked behind the tree stump I was sitting on. She grabbed my wrists and quickly pulled them back behind me. I felt one hand holding my wrists together, and another wrapping lengths of cord around them. Once she had gone around a number of times, she wrapped the cord between my arms, perpendicular to the previous coil, cinching it tighter around my wrists and locking them in place. After what I could only guess was tying the knot, she let go and studied her work. I instinctively tested the strength of the tie, stretching my fingers toward where the knot should be. She must have placed it out of reach. Without being able to see the cord, I had no chance of getting out. I knew from my own... "experiments" that I would be able to get out if I worked my hands under my bottom and around my feet, then pulled the knot with my teeth, but I didn't mention this to her just yet. I still wanted the option to get out.

"Ok, now lie down on the ground."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to tie your legs."
"But how would I use my legs to get tape off my face?"
"I am going to do this right this time to make sure you can't get the tape off. Besides, a kidnapper would have their hostage tied at the legs so they can't run away."

I chose not to voice my criticism of her logic. I lay down on the grass and she moved into place. She began to tie the rope over my hiking socks and cinched it in the same way. The tie felt snug and secure. I heard her fidgeting with something for a few seconds and was wondering where this was going. Suddenly, she shoved a smelly sock into my face and commanded: "Open up." I started to protest. "Why would you-mmm mmm" But the sock was shoved in while I was speaking. She had outplayed me. I tried to pull my head away from it, but she grabbed my head with her left hand and forced the sock in. Sitting on my back, Elsa wrapped her legs around my head and continued holding the sock in place with one hand. I mmphed and squirmed, but I didn't really want to get out. I wasn't sure at that point if I even could. The back of my head was pushed into the crotch of her yoga pants. I couldn't help but think of what was on the other side of a little bit of fabric, and I started to get excited, "down there." Since I was face down on the ground, I knew she couldn't tell.

I heard the classic sound of duct tape being unrolled and she started to go to work. Now I started to realize that I had left a crucial detail out of my argument. I said that kidnappers in movies would only use a single piece of duct tape for a gag. But I didn't say anything about the length of that piece of duct tape. And sure enough, Elsa had gotten the tape started, but didn't tear off a piece. She just stuck it onto my face and then started wrapping it around over and over again. Now I started to struggle and try to buck her off. She straddled me and wrapped her legs under my chest while she furiously wrapped the duct tape. It felt like she was going to use the whole roll. She finally stopped, and my attention turned to the sweaty sock that was now firmly stuck in my mouth.

I struggled some more, but she was still straddling me tightly. She started to make a hip thrust motion like she was riding a bull and said "Yeeeeeehaw!", or something to that effect. I of course was just excited that this cute little blonde girl that I barely knew had started humping me. I wondered if she saw it that way. Of course, women always know what they're doing when it comes to that sort of thing.

"I'll give you a few minutes to think about how wrong you are.", she exclaimed proudly. Then she sat on the stump I had been on before and looked down at me with a cheeky smile. I was thrilled to be in this situation on the one hand, but another part of me was of course embarrassed that I had been tricked. I was genuinely struggling because I wanted to prove that I could get out and was right. At first I tried to get to my feet and stand up, but she promptly shoved me back down. "Stay down, unless you want me to get more rope.", she said sternly. She was not messing around now.

Then I started trying to work my hands around my butt. If I could get them in front of me, it would be pretty easy to grab the end of the duct tape and work it loose. Of course the actors and actresses in movies never seem to understand how to do this. Once the tape came off, I would be able to bite at the knot holding my hands together. I had a lot of experience with tying and untying knots, because I had been in the boy scouts when I was younger (and for other reasons, of course). But Elsa immediately realized what I was doing, and gave me a stern "No!". She grabbed my hands by the rope between them and pulled a bit. From this angle, I had no leverage. "Do you really think a kidnapper would let you do that?". At this point, I knew I was helpless.

[Dirtysocksniffingpup]

Great story I wonder how long she’s going to keep him like that

[milagros317]

Fine surprise ending. Just like the narrator, I missed that "one piece" could be a 20-foot-long piece.

[FabianStr2016]

Great story! I really wish for a continuation, especially when Elsa notices the effect she has on him „down there“

[Tmcd95]

Great start!