Caught in Selfbondage (?/m)

[myaltbob2]

I’m doing selfbondage at home when suddenly you, the robber, breaks in and sees me.

I’m 16, 5’10”, and am wearing a loose shirt and sweatpants. My wrists and ankles are tied with belts, and my legs are tied with duct tape. I’m gagged with a sock and a pillowcase and I have a blindfold.

What would you do?

[TapingTime]

Already done half the job for me? How thoughtful. Lemme help ya with the rest.

I grab the duct tape you left nearby, twirl it around my finger a bit, before unrolling a good length, applying it around your already taped ankles and slowly spiraling upwards. The ripping sound of the tape echoed through the room with each turn making it harder and harder to move your legs. Finally wrap over your knees and lift your legs up in the air to access your thighs. You could do nothing as your lower body was completely wrapped in silver.

No matter how much ya struggled, it didn't discourage me from wrapping further up. Soon, I reached your upper body, taking my time to separately wrap your hands into useless tape mittens, just to make you're not scratching the tape from the inside. After that it was child's play to apply a few more layers around your arms and chest, cutting the tape off as I reach your shoulders.

There we have it. Mummified from ankles to shoulders. Now, to test if this'll actually hold, I have no choice but to tickle your exposed feet, raking my fingers down your soles to get ya squirming around hard. If the tape holds up, I will be finish up by wrapping up your feet as well. A few turns around your soles and toes, until they are well packaged.

Now then, you sleep tight. I'm sure someone will find ya eventually~
Toodles!

[myaltbob2]

Already done half the job for me? How thoughtful. Lemme help ya with the rest.

I grab the duct tape you left nearby, twirl it around my finger a bit, before unrolling a good length, applying it around your already taped ankles and slowly spiraling upwards. The ripping sound of the tape echoed through the room with each turn making it harder and harder to move your legs. Finally wrap over your knees and lift your legs up in the air to access your thighs. You could do nothing as your lower body was completely wrapped in silver.

No matter how much ya struggled, it didn't discourage me from wrapping further up. Soon, I reached your upper body, taking my time to separately wrap your hands into useless tape mittens, just to make you're not scratching the tape from the inside. After that it was child's play to apply a few more layers around your arms and chest, cutting the tape off as I reach your shoulders.

There we have it. Mummified from ankles to shoulders. Now, to test if this'll actually hold, I have no choice but to tickle your exposed feet, raking my fingers down your soles to get ya squirming around hard. If the tape holds up, I will be finish up by wrapping up your feet as well. A few turns around your soles and toes, until they are well packaged.

Now then, you sleep tight. I'm sure someone will find ya eventually~
Toodles!

mmmgh this is really good i can imagine myself struggling and trying to stop you from wrapping my legs.

[Redman]

First thing I do, is check your bindings to make sure you aren't getting out. After I add some more rope or tape around your wrists, I'd compliment your belt-cuffs. After that, I'd tighten your gag a little bit, just to make sure that you're nice and quiet. I'd then force you to stand up and make you hop across the room and down the hall. If the house is a single floor, you're hopping all the way. If it's a two story, I'll be nice and carry you down the stairs. We'll make our way to the dining room, and I'll strap you to a chair with your duct tape. And finally, with a ruffle of your hair, I'll urge you to have fun while I get what I need to get.

Wile you're struggling, I'll have a video camera set up to film you. And after I'm done in the house... Hmm. Do I leave you alone? That wouldn't be very responsible of me. No, I think I'm going to have to take you with me...

[myaltbob2]

First thing I do, is check your bindings to make sure you aren't getting out. After I add some more rope or tape around your wrists, I'd compliment your belt-cuffs. After that, I'd tighten your gag a little bit, just to make sure that you're nice and quiet. I'd then force you to stand up and make you hop across the room and down the hall. If the house is a single floor, you're hopping all the way. If it's a two story, I'll be nice and carry you down the stairs. We'll make our way to the dining room, and I'll strap you to a chair with your duct tape. And finally, with a ruffle of your hair, I'll urge you to have fun while I get what I need to get.

Wile you're struggling, I'll have a video camera set up to film you. And after I'm done in the house... Hmm. Do I leave you alone? That wouldn't be very responsible of me. No, I think I'm going to have to take you with me...

nooooo don’t take me

[johopp]

This is so unfair! Angrily, you throw your math exercise book on the floor. Tears stream down your cheeks.

Your parents are away on a business trip two cities away until Sunday evening. This city doesn't have much of interest to offer you—apart from the huge amusement park with the world's biggest water slide.

And you could have been there right now, because after much begging, your parents agreed to let you accompany them for the weekend—if, yes, if your father hadn't stumbled upon your school bag four days ago. Luckily, he didn't hurt himself, but he did discover your last math test, which... well, could have been better.

In any case, your father immediately canceled your trip and left you with a whole weekend's worth of math problems, which he intends to check personally upon his return.

And since you preferred watching TV yesterday, you have to devote even more time to your math book today. But your mind is at the amusement park. Your mood is getting worse and worse. Then your gaze falls on the roll of gray tape in the toolbox.

You only want to tie yourself up for a few minutes to lift your spirits. Without further ado, you take a belt from the clothes rack and strap it around your ankles. Then you wrap your thighs with gray tape. The sound alone lifts your mood considerably. Even more so does the belt, which you folded before you began your bondage so that you could thread your wrists through and tighten it with your teeth.

A fresh sock in your mouth, secured with a pillowcase, serves as a gag and a further mood-lifter. For a moment, you close your eyes in pleasure – suddenly your math problems are a long way away.

You are far away with your thoughts – when suddenly something poke itself into your cheek. You instinctively want to turn around when you hear a deep voice: "I wouldn't do that if you valued your life. Thank you for saving me the work."

I unfasten the belt around your wrists, only to buckle it back on behind your back. A cable tie connects the belts around your wrists and ankles.

I remove your gag and blindfold (safe since I'm wearing a mask) and demand that you tell me the safe combination. At first, you refuse, but after a few minutes of intense foot-tickling, you change your mind. Why not just do it like that?

After I've refastened your gag, I completely empty the safe—and you have to watch helplessly. I also take your piggy bank and wallet. And what are those papers on your desk—your parents' top-secret business documents? Passwords to your online banking accounts?

No, just your math homework! But I'm happy to help you with that - I'm not a monster! Let's see - one plus one is three, right?

After entering a bunch of incorrect answers, I tickle your feet one last time. Then I search all the cupboards again and find a plate of goulash in the fridge. That was apparently your dinner - but now it's my dinner! In front of your wide-open eyes, I eat the entire plate before packing the rest in a Tupperware container. Your mother can really cook!

I check your restraints one last time, put the blindfold back on, and leave your apartment with all your money and valuables - and goulash. You moan into your gag - then the phone rings.

Since you can't answer the phone for obvious reasons, the answering machine picks up. You hear your mother's voice: "Hello honey! Is everything OK at home? Did you do your math homework? Unfortunately, we won't be home until Monday morning because our train was canceled. But we can still enjoy a free night in this beautiful hotel – and you can have another night of your own. Remember, you still have goulash in the fridge; I think it'll last for two more days. Love you. See you on Monday!"

Feedback appreciated.

[myaltbob2]

This is so unfair! Angrily, you throw your math exercise book on the floor. Tears stream down your cheeks.

Your parents are away on a business trip two cities away until Sunday evening. This city doesn't have much of interest to offer you—apart from the huge amusement park with the world's biggest water slide.

And you could have been there right now, because after much begging, your parents agreed to let you accompany them for the weekend—if, yes, if your father hadn't stumbled upon your school bag four days ago. Luckily, he didn't hurt himself, but he did discover your last math test, which... well, could have been better.

In any case, your father immediately canceled your trip and left you with a whole weekend's worth of math problems, which he intends to check personally upon his return.

And since you preferred watching TV yesterday, you have to devote even more time to your math book today. But your mind is at the amusement park. Your mood is getting worse and worse. Then your gaze falls on the roll of gray tape in the toolbox.

You only want to tie yourself up for a few minutes to lift your spirits. Without further ado, you take a belt from the clothes rack and strap it around your ankles. Then you wrap your thighs with gray tape. The sound alone lifts your mood considerably. Even more so does the belt, which you folded before you began your bondage so that you could thread your wrists through and tighten it with your teeth.

A fresh sock in your mouth, secured with a pillowcase, serves as a gag and a further mood-lifter. For a moment, you close your eyes in pleasure – suddenly your math problems are a long way away.

You are far away with your thoughts – when suddenly something poke itself into your cheek. You instinctively want to turn around when you hear a deep voice: "I wouldn't do that if you valued your life. Thank you for saving me the work."

I unfasten the belt around your wrists, only to buckle it back on behind your back. A cable tie connects the belts around your wrists and ankles.

I remove your gag and blindfold (safe since I'm wearing a mask) and demand that you tell me the safe combination. At first, you refuse, but after a few minutes of intense foot-tickling, you change your mind. Why not just do it like that?

After I've refastened your gag, I completely empty the safe—and you have to watch helplessly. I also take your piggy bank and wallet. And what are those papers on your desk—your parents' top-secret business documents? Passwords to your online banking accounts?

No, just your math homework! But I'm happy to help you with that - I'm not a monster! Let's see - one plus one is three, right?

After entering a bunch of incorrect answers, I tickle your feet one last time. Then I search all the cupboards again and find a plate of goulash in the fridge. That was apparently your dinner - but now it's my dinner! In front of your wide-open eyes, I eat the entire plate before packing the rest in a Tupperware container. Your mother can really cook!

I check your restraints one last time, put the blindfold back on, and leave your apartment with all your money and valuables - and goulash. You moan into your gag - then the phone rings.

Since you can't answer the phone for obvious reasons, the answering machine picks up. You hear your mother's voice: "Hello honey! Is everything OK at home? Did you do your math homework? Unfortunately, we won't be home until Monday morning because our train was canceled. But we can still enjoy a free night in this beautiful hotel – and you can have another night of your own. Remember, you still have goulash in the fridge; I think it'll last for two more days. Love you. See you on Monday!"

Feedback appreciated.

leaving me tied up for 2 days? might as well just take me at that point

thanks, this is a great story!

[GaggableBoy]

I'd be very amused and tease you, telling you to escape or else I'd take you with me.

I'd tighten the belts and fix your gag everytime you made progress. After a while I'd put you over my shoulder, placing you down on a chair and binding you more securely. I'd rope your wrists behind your back, ankles to each of the chair legs.

More rope would go around your thighs and across your chest. I'd replace your gag with a pair of your own socks and a thick duct tape wrap around your head. I'd tie the pillowcase around your mouth and nose as well as the cherry on top. I'd tell you this was the true escape challenge.

From here you'd listen as I ransacked your house. You wouldn't even know as I felt, leaving you bound tightly to the chair, alone and blindfolded, unable to cry for help.

[myaltbob2]

I'd be very amused and tease you, telling you to escape or else I'd take you with me.

I'd tighten the belts and fix your gag everytime you made progress. After a while I'd put you over my shoulder, placing you down on a chair and binding you more securely. I'd rope your wrists behind your back, ankles to each of the chair legs.

More rope would go around your thighs and across your chest. I'd replace your gag with a pair of your own socks and a thick duct tape wrap around your head. I'd tie the pillowcase around your mouth and nose as well as the cherry on top. I'd tell you this was the true escape challenge.

From here you'd listen as I ransacked your house. You wouldn't even know as I felt, leaving you bound tightly to the chair, alone and blindfolded, unable to cry for help.

hey, fixing the bonds is cheating!! i like the idea of you threatening kidnapping just to see me squirm

[GaggableBoy]

I'd be very amused and tease you, telling you to escape or else I'd take you with me.

I'd tighten the belts and fix your gag everytime you made progress. After a while I'd put you over my shoulder, placing you down on a chair and binding you more securely. I'd rope your wrists behind your back, ankles to each of the chair legs.

More rope would go around your thighs and across your chest. I'd replace your gag with a pair of your own socks and a thick duct tape wrap around your head. I'd tie the pillowcase around your mouth and nose as well as the cherry on top. I'd tell you this was the true escape challenge.

From here you'd listen as I ransacked your house. You wouldn't even know as I felt, leaving you bound tightly to the chair, alone and blindfolded, unable to cry for help.

hey, fixing the bonds is cheating!! i like the idea of you threatening kidnapping just to see me squirm

Well, you'd be working with my rules, regardless of how unfair they may be