Stories of Tie Up Games

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01 - A Very Unique Bondage Experience
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By Lori

Thursday, July 22nd 2004 - 05:52:59 PM

A Very Unique Bondage Experience

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 from our correspondence, that he had a girlfriend who did not appreciate his fondness 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 strictly 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 many of 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 harassment. 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 me 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 lifestyle.

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 prove 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. Every time I stopped. Every time 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 know 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 girlfriends 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 close by 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, suddenly 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 changing 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 vision 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 promptly 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 practicly pulled my skin off to get it off.

to be continued

Lori
gypsygirl052000@yahoo.com

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Wednesday, July 28th 2004 - 03:50:30 PM

A Unique Bondage Experience Part 2

So our nosey neighbor had left and Mr. Dom had untied me. I started rubbing my hands to bring back the 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 interrupted 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 have 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 nervous 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 refrigerator 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 refrigerator indicated 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

Lori
gypsy052000@yahoo.com

Saturday, February 26th 2005 - 04:04:09 PM

A Very Unique Bondage Experience Part III

Well I happy to see that some people have responded to my post from several months back. I presume that the renewed interest was because that piece came up again as a front headliner.

For those of you who missed it, I'll recap:

Some time ago I got a fancy for engaging in a bondage experiment with a total stranger. I placed an ad and got a few responses. One in particular really interested me but I was a little concerned about who I might link up with.

I exchanged emails with th is inidividual several times. It seems that this individual had a girlfriend, had been married and divorced but his current girlfriend h ad no interest in bondage. I was looking for a non sexual bondage experience and also had a significant other in my life who also though bondage was for perverts.

So we exchanged emails back and forth for awhile just isccusinng the feasibility of this experiment. It started off very gentle but gradually grew. This guy asked me if I had ever been tied up before. I agreed that I had. Then he asked me if I ever had been blindfolded. Again, I confirmed that I had but my bondage experiences heretofore had been very mild. Mind you, thus far all communications with my future bondage mate were via email.

This guy started to get bolder and asked more personal questions. Like what positions had I tried and even went even more personal than that. Had this guy called me on the phone, I would have hung up on him. Since it was an email, I immediately ceased all communications and signed off the chat site.

He continued to email me relentously and I ignored all of his communications. He had dug a little too deep and gotten too personal for someone that I didn't know. He didn't give up and continued to email me and even apologized but added that I had initiated the contact and he was just trying to feel me out.

I gave him the benefit of the doubt and restarted to communicate via email. He said he needed to know about me so he could plan this event and decide if he wanted to try it with me. This guy was qualifying me! He also said that he had done this plenty of times, had other girls he could do this with.

He then told me he likes his DIDs, bound, blindfolded and silenced! SILENCED! You mean gagged I boldly signed back!

He acknowledged affirmatively.

I responded that I would never allow myself to be gagged. If something went wrong my mouth would be my last resort to safety. He also indicated that he would discuss other safety measures with me to put me at ease.

He said we could discuss it later but affirmed that a bound, blindfolded and gagged DID is a HUGE turn on to both the Master and the Sub. I was new at this so wasn't really sure.

We agreed to meeting at a local bondage club. He said this is where he finds many of his "prospects." And indicated that it would be good for me to experience a bondage club atmosphere to see what it was all about since I was a newby.

I made it---he didn't show---but explained that a emergency came up. He asked me to meet him at another bondage club meeting in a nearby city. I declined and set up a meeting at a local restaurant.

We met and I found this guy delightful. He seemed like an ordinary guy and I found out later that bondage was just like a subculture to him, like a hobby. A hobby or a sport like fishing only he goes fishing for DIDs to tie up and play with!

I still wasn't sure and told him I would think about it. After further investigation, I found that this subculture was in fact normal (we had talked about a fake kidnapping scenario) and in fact many of the wealthy socialites participated as a means of release.


So finally I agreed. I confirmed my sending him an email with the heading; 'OKAY, I'LL DO IT!"

For my safety, I had planted a friend at the restaurant where we met who had snapped his picture. I then told this guy that certain rules would apply. This would include my carrying a beeper and being able to contact a friend every so often via my cell phone to assure that I was okay.

He responded no problem.

He then told me that the kidnapping come come at any time. We had checked each other out very well. He knew everything about me including the places I went and even where I worked! He again affirmed that this could happen at any time! I would not be warned. He wanted it to be realistic. I indicated that the only exception was that I could not be kidnapped on my way to work. I would not risk my job over this game. He agreed.


I was frantic over this. Everytime I would hear a car pass, I would get excited. Everytime I entered my car I would expect a hand or an arm to come across my face from behind in the back seat!

He then emailed me with some more information. He said he would take me away in a van and the time was getting close. He even went on to say how great I looked that day and he though my girlfriends were cute too. He said that perhaps we could go a double or even a triple by kidnapping my girlfriends too!

I said that was a definite NO!

The day came. He actually picked me up in a parking lot where I least expected it. Only he was driving a PT Cruiser which totally floored me. He hussled me into the cruiser, quickly and rather ruffly hussled me into the back, restrained me, blindfolded and gagged me and took off.

He changed vehicles at a nearby garage where I was transported into a van. Then the long trip on a country road to somewhere.

We arrived at a house way out in the woods. Once inside, he untied me but let remove my gag. He then allowed me my first phone call to let my friend know everything was okay and going as planned.

A quick knock at the door and I was quickly handgagged, tied and then gagged again. It was a nosey neighbor! After he left wondering who had come up tot his place, I was untied my captor apologized but said it was part of the game.

I would soon find myself retied and gagged and taken outside to a jacuzzi and then brought back in and untied. Then after I took a good shower, my captor had asked me to cook two steaks, one for him and one for me.

I did.

PART III

So after doing the cooking, salving over a hot stove and making the steaks I sat down and thought I was about to enjoy a great meal. As I picked up my fork and knife to begin eating, my captor quickly stopped me. Forced my hand down to the table. He then revealed some rope that he had been holding on his lap and started to tie me up again, hands behind my back behind the chair.

I started to ask him how I was supposed to eat like this when he quickly covered my mouth with his hand. He would then inform me that I was his captor and was to comply. I nodded in agreement. Didn't have much choice did I?

HE THEN BEGAN TO EAT RIGHT IN FRONT ON ME! THE GUYS OF THIS GUY! I WAS FAMISHED AND STARVING AND THIS GUY WAS MUCNHING AWAY.

He looked up and smiled and said. It's part of the game!

He then cut my steak and began to feed me! You are my kidnapped victim. How do I know that you won't try to stab me with that knife or fork. Those steak knives can cut pretty deep you know.

I was about to tell him that I wouldn't do that but he shoved a piece of meat in my mouth. I chewed. It was excellent. I am an excellent cook if I do say so myself. He then fed me some mashed potatoes and spinach.

He would wipe my mouth with the overly large napkin and every now and then would hold the napkin over my mouth with a firm grasp and say that he could just gag me, but he would be hard to eat that way! This guy was a teaser!

We finished the meal, he untied me only to do the dishes. Once done with that, he pulled out some cleaning items and had me mop the floor and clean the kitchen! He would sprout saying that I was his slave and he was the kidnapped victim and I was to do as he said.

By now it was rather late and I was tired. I asked if I could go to bed. He covered my mouth again and said that he was the master and he would determine when I could go to bed.

We sat around and talked for awhile. He showed me his bondage scrapbook which he indicated where pictures of his previous "victims" I was yawning pretty hard and now Mr. Kidnapper started to feel sympathy for me. He rallied me up the steps to a bedroom but indicated that I would have to be tied. After all, wouldn't want me running way during the night.

Running away to where? Out here! I didn't even know where I was!

Now he used soft scarves to tie me. Hands were tied behind the back. He said he usually ties to the bedpost but people complained because they couldn't roll to a side during the night.

He then tied my feet, tucked me in and I was secure. Turned the lights off and it was night time. I looked up at the ceiling, hands tied trying to sleep and wondering how I had gotten myself into this and would it be worth it?

TO BE CONTINUED, PART IV COMING SOON!!!
WOW! A kidnapper who listens to his customers!

Lori
bondagette@angelfire.com