How I’d Also Kidnap Myself (/m)

[myaltbob2]

(based on @Boundgirl09’s thread)

It’s late at night on a weekend and I’m home alone. I have a few hours before my parents get back so I take the opportunity to do some self bondage. I put on a hoodie and sweatpants and prepare all the materials: tape, belts, a sock, and a pillowcase.

I turn on the box fan in my room so I don’t get too hot. I then tie my legs, making a belt cuff to secure my ankles and taping the rest of my legs together. I ball up the sock and put it in my mouth, sealing it in with a strip of tape and finishing it off by tying a pillowcase over it. To finish it off, I make a second belt cuff and use it to tie my wrists behind my back.

I struggle for a bit, enjoying the feeling of being stuck, but suddenly a cloth bag is pulled roughly over my head. Someone broke in, and I didn’t hear them over the fan. I squirm, trying to get out of my own bindings but I made the belt too tight. I feel tape being wrapped around my head over the sack, making sure I can’t get it off. More tape is wrapped around my wrists and forearms and then several times around my torso, making it so I can’t move my arms at all. My hands are wrapped in tape, making it so I can’t use my fingers. The kidnapper adds more bindings on my legs as well, taping the arches of my feet together, making it so I can’t even kick my feet.

They put their hand over my mouth and hold me, telling me to be quiet and not to resist. I’m picked up and carried over their shoulder and taken out of the house to their car, where they toss me in the backseat and use the seatbelts to hold me there. I struggle and try to get out, but the combination of my own bindings and the kidnapper’s make it impossible. I can’t see, can’t speak, can’t move my legs, arms, even my fingers, and no one would be able to see me in the car. There’s no escape.