01 - Kidnapping Dan
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By Kristin P.
Sunday, March 28th 2004 - 08:44:19 PM
Hello, and a question, from Kristin
A few months ago I began to recall a few experiences from when I was younger and tied my friend Dan up. We weren't boyfriend/girlfriend - we were more like very close friends who flirted and played around a lot. Not much sexually, but lots of holding hands and cuddling and stuff like that. It was in college about 7 years ago - I was 18 and he was 21 then. This was about 7 years ago.
Anyway, thinking about those innocent but fun games/incidents caused me to search the Internet for sites like this, and wouldn't you know I found this one.
Now, I have a couple stories about me tying Dan up - the first and best is one when I "got back" at him for constantly falling back on me as his "backup date". I got a little tired of filling in as his "girlfriend" when he wanted to go out and hang out with other couples, so one night I decided to turn the tables on him and do something I wanted to do, and that was tie him up and kidnap him for the evening, doing whatever cruel little torture things I wanted to.
I know this site is for "childhood" games, which is why I'm asking if I can post it here. I know there's a college site, but this story is sex-free and not suggestive at all, the way a lot of the college-site stories are (not that there's anything wrong with that.) I thought the fun innocent "tie and playfully torture" theme would fit in better here, even though we were, as I said, 18 and 21 at the time.
Does that sound OK? Let me know if it is and I'll post it.
Thanks!
Kristin
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Sunday, March 28th 2004 - 09:43:47 PM
Kristin, it's ok to post your story here.
Actually, the site is not necessarily for "childhood" stories, but any fun, innocent, non-sexual story. So please, by all means, do post your story!
Looking forward to reading it!
Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com
http://You're on it!
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Monday, March 29th 2004 - 12:03:34 AM
Kidnapping Dan
Thanks Canuck. Here's my story.
I'm Kristin P. When I was a sophomore at a New England College 7 years ago, I became friends with a senior named Dan. We met in a lit class that had students of all ages. We hit it off and became friends, and come the winter and spring months, we got very close and hung around and awful lot. We played around a lot - you know, hugging and cuddling, playfighting and tickling and pinching - but never did even so much as made out. We were just very flirtatious friends. Even though I think Dan found me attractive - I was (still am, actually -
) 5'8, reasonably thin, have long blonde hair and blue-green eyes - but it never got to that kind of sexual thing. And he was cute, too - 6'1, brown hair and soft brown eyes, kind of lanky and very nice looking.But the one problem was that by April, I had turned into Dan's "fall back date". He dated quite a bit but didn't have a girlfriend, and most of his closest friends (who I got very close to as well) were hooked - John dated Gina, Larry dated Kim, Chuck dated Mary, and his best friend Erik dated Lori. So when it came town for "hang-out night" - once or twice a week back then, as most of them (including Dan) had off-campus apartments and the freedom from the dorms was awesome - Dan usually called on me because he felt so comfortable with me and we could cuddle and play just like everyone else did without him feeling awkward with some new girl he was dating.
Meanwhile, we NEVER hung out with my friends, and this got a little tiresome. I told him this twice, and he said he'd work on it, but never did. So I determined that I would get even with him. I decided that the next time this happened - I was sure it would be soon - I would kidnap Dan and teach him a lesson.
Sure enough, "next time" came on a Saturday in late April - John/Gina and Erik/Lori would be hanging out at the house John and Erik were renting and watching a marathon of Beatles movies. (I've since learned to appreciate the finer things in life, but back then this kind of bored me. I was 18! I wanted to have fun going out.) Dan called me Friday to ask me to be his fallback. He actually said, "Hey Kris - I need a date tomorrow. Plllease????" He was cute, that's for sure. I told him yes, that I'd be studying for a lot of the day and to call me around 5 and we'd make plans (I had a car on campus, so I often drove to him because he certainly didn't want to hang out ON campus. Not Dan The Big Tough Senior!) And I formulated my plan to kidnap him.
Now my roommate Sherry had handcuffs - I'm really dot sure why to this day, but I knew she had them and I worked up the nerve on this Friday to ask to borrow them. As luck would have it, I didn't have to because she went home for the weekend. So I found the handcuffs, made sure I had the key, and slipped them into my bookbag, then made my way downstairs to the dorm basement.
There was a full janitor's room down there and the janitor was off for the weekend, so I scavenged for kidnapping supplies. I hit the jackpot almost right away - I found an unopened roll of silver duct-tape and big coil of old - but strong - rope. I don't know why I was so nervous - no one was following me, for heaven's sake! - but still I very hastily slipped my newfound kidnapping tools into my bag and ran out of the basement and back to the safety of my room. Mission accomplished! First I cut the rope into about 2-3 foot lengths. Then I threw the bookbag with the rope, duct tape, and handcuffs under the bed, grabbed a different bookbag, filled it with actual books, and headed off for a day at the library. I wore grey sweats, a pink college T-shirt, my old running shoes, and a denim jacket.
Around 4:30 I got back home. I thought about changing and then laughed to myself and thought, "Why? I'm NOT going out tonight. I'm staying IN and having a long talk with Dan". I kicked my shoes off and turned the TV one, figuring I'd wait for a little while to call so that when I got to Dan's it would seem like we were in a hurry and I could catch him offguard. I looked at my old shoes and they were nasty - 3 years old and not very nice to smell - and I got an idea for a way to torture Dan if he stepped out of line.
(NOTE: I recently read Kidnap Boy's story and I assure you that the "foot odor torture" I will soon write about is purely coincidental. Honest. But it was funny to see someone else tortured like this!)
Around 5:30 I called Dan. (The stories on this page are great with all the detail, so I'll try to come close to re-creating the actual dialogue when it comes up.)
"Hey," I said. "What time should I pick you up?"
"Can you leave now? We're supposed to eat there at 6 and then watch the movies. I'll wait downstairs."
Gulp! Not part of the plan. Think fast, girl!
"No, don't. The toilet on the floor isn't working again and I'll need to use your bathroom. I'll come up - I won't be but a minute." (Nice one, huh?)
"Alright, fine. But I don't want to dawdle. Once your done we go. Alright? (I said OK) See you in 10."
What a jerk! "I don't want to dawdle!"? Oh, I would get him but good tonight. I put on a pair of grey/green argyle socks - it was too chilly for bare feet now - and my running shoes and my jean jacket and took off, with my SPECIAL bookbag with some other clothes on top to conceal the goods.
He answered his door when I knocked. He was wearing a black T-shirt, jeans, and workboots.
"HI! I won't be a minute!" I said, giving him a quick kiss and hustling to the bathroom. "No jacket?" I yelled from in there as I slipped the handcuffs out of the bag and into my jacket pocket.
"Nah, it's not bad. I'm a northern guy, anyway. You about ready?"
I flushed the toilet to make it seem real and walked out with my bag in hand. "After you, sir," I told Dan. He made his way to the apartment door and I attacked.
I dropped my bag, ran up behind him, and starting tickling his ribs from behind. He let out a laugh-scream and tried to turn and fight me off, but he was really ticklish and I sunk my wiggling fingers in good and there was no way I was letting go. I'm no weakling - I'd no Dena, either! - so I was able to force him to the floor with the tickling and pretty much tickled him into submission. Something about being tickled unexpectedly makes you very defenseless for a short while - trust me, I know! - and I got him right where I wanted him. Because I'd caught him offguard I had the upper hand and got him face down and was on his back within about 20 second. I kept tickling him when we reached the ground and
"KRIS-NO-NO-STOP-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!! STOP PLAYING-AH GEEZ STOP TICKLING!!!!! WE HAVE TO GO HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!"
"Uh, no no, Dan, we're not going anywhere!" I told him sitting on his back. I stopped tickling long enough to pull out the cuffs and lock them around his wrists, behind his back while he was face down. I did it!!! Woo-hoo! He had no time to react and now was all mine.
"Wh---what the hell..." and Dan thrashed around under me like a fish out of water. I sat on top of him laughing and held my ground, driving my knees into his sides to pin him from behind. He thrashed for about another minute and then stopped.
"Good, you're calm now. Come with me," I said, and I got up, grabbed him by his feet, and dragged him across the carpet toward the main living area, stopping just outside the bathroom where my bag with the ropes and tape was. His hands were tied behind him and all he could do was go along for the face-down ride.
"Kris, this is not the time for jokes. We're going to be late!"
"Oh. We're going to be verrrry late, Dan. So late that the next time you see them, you'll have a great story to tell - the story of the night I kidnapped you!"
"What are you, crazy?" he said, sounding more annoyed than usual. "LET ME GO!"
"NO!" I yelled back, reaching for the rope and sitting on his legs to pin them. "Now shut up or I'll shut you up! You're not going anywhere tonight!"
He tried to jerk around some more and I needed to get his feet tied and fast. I got one piece of rope, did my best to remembering my knot-tying skills from Girl Scouts, and tied his feet together, over his pants just over the ankles. With another piece I tied just above there. Got him!
I hopped up to my feet and looked at my bound captive, rolling around on the floor with his hands and feet tied and a nasty snarl on his face. He was yelling the whole time about me being crazy and this not being funny and how I'd better untie him. I just laughed - I think I'm relatively sane, I found this QUITE funny indeed, and no one who I just tied up has a right to give me orders. So there! - and turned and went to the door and into the hallway.
"You're just going to leave me here!" he screamed at me.
I look around the hallway, saw no one around, and grinned. Then I turned back to the apartment, entered, closed the door and locked it, walked to him with a big, wide smile.
"Oh, you WISH I was just going to leave you here," I snarled at him, takng off my jacket and throwing it on a chair, then staring right at him on the floor. "No no no, you silly fool. You are mine ALLLL NIIIGHT LOOOONG!!!!"
He groaned and thrashed around some more, rolling onto his back. Whew, what energy he had!
I sat down next to him by my bag, untied my shoes, and took them off. Then I reached into the bag and pulled out the key, sitting Indian-style and holding it a foot from his nose.
"I bet you want this, don't you. Ha ha! Never! I think I'll put it somewhere safe," I taunted, getting up and walking over to a bookshelf. It was taller than I was and I had to stand on my tip-toes to place it inside a jar on the top shelf. There was no way Dan was getting this key now.
"Oh, you little" - and he unleashed a stream of curse words at me and told me when he got free he would kill me and what not (the joking kind of threat - not the real kind). But he was plenty angry and kept yelling at me while trying to get his hands and feet free to no avail.
"Wow, what a mouth you have, Dan," I said, sitting down Indian-style again. "Good thing I brought this!"
And I showed him the duct tape that I brought while I took the plastic wrap off it.
"Wh-what are you gonna do with that??" he yelled, nervous.
"I'm going to do some electrical work with it," I replied sarcastically. "What do you THINK I'm going to do with it? I'm going to gag you!"
"No! Kris, don't! Don't gag me! Please! Don't! Do..."
I ripped off a long piece and cut off his pleas by putting it tightly over his mouth, pressing down hard with it. It almost went ear to ear. He mmmphed into it and I knew one piece would be enough.
Now I had his attention, but he thrashed around even worse, bucking and gasping like a madman. I had to calm him down. I grabbed one of my shoes, climbed on top of him, and spoke while he bucked like a bronco.
"These are my old running shoes - they're 3 years old and they're disgusting. Here-smell!" I said, forcing the shoe over his nose. He was forced to breathe in my foot odor. (Here's where I need to apologize to Kidnap Boy - sorry! This happened long ago. Please don't think I'm stealing your idea.
)"I'm going to hold this stinky shoe over your nose until you calm down. So STOP THRASHING AROUND, DAN!"
He closed his eyes and tried to force the shoe off his nose, but he couldn't and I held it there strongly. He mmphed some more into his duct-tape gag and finally, a few long seconds later, he stopped. He just lied there and moaned, begging me under the gag to take it away from his nose.
"That's a good boy! And now, I end your suffering. See how easy that was?" I said, and took the shoe off his nose. He nodded as if to say "Thank you" and looked up at me with a confused, and a little scared, look. "Do everything I say and you won't have to smell my shoes again, I promise."
He nodded again and gave a frustrated moan into his gag.
"Do you want to know WHY you're tied up and gagged?" I asked, climbing off him and standing directly over him, my feet on either side of him at the chest.
He looked up as if to say, "Well, YEAH!"
I bent down and explained.
"You're my friend and I love you, but you are driving me crazy with this "fallback date" stuff. It's getting where I'm expected to be at your beck and call all the time and I've had. You're NOT going to John's tonight, you're NOT hanging out with your friends, watching a movie and cuddling with me tonight. Tonight, we're doing what I WANT to do, and what I really want to do is teach you a lesson about respect tonight. So I will tie you up until you learn that lesson. Understand?"
Dan said something through the gag and made it clear that he was trying say he DID respect me. I shook my head.
"No you don't respect me. Not enough, at least. But don't worry - you will after tonight," I sneered.
I then sat on his feet and untied his boots.
"The only way you'll learn is by being punished," I said, pulling his boots and then his socks off. "The first thing I'm gonna do is tickle your feet for a while. I KNOW they're ticklish!"
He screamed under the gag but I rolled him over, sat on the backs of his legs, and tickled his feet sadistically while he screamed and laughed into his bag. I just taunted him some more and ran my fingers between his ties and all down the soles of each foot.
"You like that, do you? Too bad you're so ticklish, Daniel! Because that's what I'm going to do to you tonight - tickling you to death. So deal with it!" I said, and I kept right on tickling his feet while he suffered brutally.
I finally stopped slowly and got up and rolled him over. There were tears in his eyes.
"I'll give you a little break. Want me to take your gag off?" I asked.
Dan nodded pleadingly.
"OK, but any yelling and the gag goes right back on! I've got a whole roll of duct tape I can use!" I said, bending down and ripping the gag off. He yelled "Ow" and was still laughing. "And no begging me to untie you! I mean it. One time and I'll gag you again!"
He was still laughing and gasping and looked at me, started to speak, then stopped.
"Yeah, you understand me!" I said. I walked over to the couch and turned on the TV with my feet up. He laid on the floor. "We're going to watch what I want to watch. Like Lifetime!"
He groaned and rolled over to me as I found a nice issue-of-the-week movie on Lifetime, right in the middle of it.
"Kristin, please don't tickle me anymore. Please!"
"What do you mean," I said, getting up and crouching down next to him. "Are you telling me you're ticklish? Huh? Like this? Tickle you like this." I poked his ribs over and over again, fluttering my fingers on his stomach and ribcage.
He laughed more and tried to roll away, begging me to stop. I mean, he was REALLY begging.
"You trying to get away from me, from my tickling fingers. Oh no no no, you're not getting away from me," I said, catching up with him, kneeling down, now tickling him all out on his torso and armpits. When he finally screamed too loud, I gagged him with my hand and told him to shut up.
"I going to take my hand off your mouth, and you're NOT going to scream, you got that! You take your tickle-torture like a man, and remember, you brought this one yourself!"
So I took my hand off and he pleaded, not screaming. It sounded something like this as I rose to my feet and giggled.
"OhGodnoKristinpleasepleaspleasedon’tticklemeanymorepleasepleaseplease!."
I just laughed and tickled his ribs with my feet, a trick I learned from an old high school boyfriend who would do it to me when we would lay on the couch together. Toes are much more severe than fingers when it comes to tickling, or at least they can be if you do it right. So I jabbed my socked feet into his ribs and stomach and shook my head at him while he suppressed his screams and giggled uncontrollably like a little boy. He couldn't get away from my feet!
"Oh yes, so now you are forced to learn that tickling is much, much worse when done with the feet! Are you learning your lesson?" I asked him, jamming my toes into his midsection.
"YES! YES! PLEASE STOP! STOP TICKLING ME! I'M GONNA DIE!"
"You're not going to die," I said, crouching down and shifting again from my feet to my hands. "Tickling to death is just an expression. No matter how much I tickle you and how much worse it gets, you won't die! I can assure you of that! And that was a scream I heard, was it?"
"KRISTIN! STOP! STOP!"
He was in an all-out scream now as I tickled that very ticklish place between the lower stomach and the upper legs. The hips, I guess. As much as I was enjoying tickling him, I had to shut him up.
"OK,. I'll stop. For now. But I'll have to gag you again," I said, getting up and grabbing him by his feet and dragging his bound body into the bedroom while he again begged me to let him go. But his strength had all been tickled out of him.
"Anything, Kris. I'll do anything! Just untie me and let me go and stop tickling me! Please! Anything!!!!!"
I just laughed at him and go him onto his bed. I ran out and got two more pieces of rope and the duct tape. I bound his feet to the bedframe with the two pieces and gagged him with two big pieces of duct tape, smoothing the tape with my fingers while I crouched over him at the bedside. He looked up helpless and I just gave him an evil grin.
"There, a nice gag for the bad boy who doesn't listen to directions. You like that? Now, you just stay all tied up in here and get nice and comfy. I'm going to watch some TV. I want you to think of a nice apology for me while I'm out there. I'll come in in a little while to hear it. And Dan," I said, reaching down and tickling his ribs some more while he mmmphed as hard as he could into the gag. "That's right. If you're apology isn't good enough, I'll just tickle it out of you. Like this."
I tickled him for another minute and he was in absolute agony when I left, saying, "Bye bye" and closing his bedroom door.
I put my feet up and turned up the TV. I could faintly hear him "MMMPPH" from the bedroom and I just laughed. I figured I'd check in on him every 15 minutes or so, just to make sure he was OK. I sat there and laughed and laughed at the fact that I'd actually kidnapped Dan and now had him bound and gagged and at my mercy.
That's a good chunk of the story. It's late and I have to go. I'll tell more sometime soon. Hope your enjoying it!!!!
Kristin P.
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