Stories of Tie Up Games

Ladies

Once or twice per day you see me run past your house, shorts,trainers, socks, tight top. You’ll see why begin to form plans for me which involve me being tied up and you being in charge.

1. How to you capture me (force, coercion, subterfuge, hypnosis, drugs)
2. How do you tie me up
3.what do you do to your new 22 year old athletic prisoner.

With careful planning.

I observe you for a few weeks beforehand to know your routine, especially your jogging route, your work or college class schedule, whom you live with, visitors, friend et al. I want to know if your jog takes you along secluded trails, paths, roads. Once I grab you, who will miss you? Will your roommates, friends, family, professors, bosses, classmates, or workmates miss you right away? Once I have that down, I can plan your kidnapping. I need to execute my plan well and have a place to hold you hostage.

Scenario One: You are an early morning jogger...up and on the route before most people awake. Your route takes you along a road that is not well lighted. No security cameras are in the vicinity. I have an older SUV. I'm standing alongside it with the hood open, looking forlorn, as you come into sight. "Oh, please help me. My car just started making noises. I pulled over, and now it won't start." I play up the damsel in distress routine. It helps that I'm pretty. "I can't be late for work."

Being the red-blooded, athletic, young man that you are, you offer to take a look. You peer over the engine and notice a bolt or something (which I've conveniently loosened). "I'll need a wrench," you say. "Oh, I have a toolbox...I think... somewhere in trunk." You follow me to the back of the car. I pop the door open. "It's somewhere back there." "I'll find it," you say, trying as best you can to sound as manly as possible. You bend down to look through the assorted clothes and blankets in the trunk. As you bend over, your mesh jogging shorts cling to your butt hewn into a muscular model from miles of running. I quickly take a hypodermic needle from the pocket of my skirt, and stab you in that butt. You jolt upright. "What the fu..." is all you can say, before the strong sedative does its job, and you fall out cold onto the pile of clothes and blankets. I quickly haul your legs into the back and arrange the clothes and blankets to cover you up. I know just how long the sedative will last. I need to get you to the hideaway quickly and get you tied up and gagged before you come to...