I Love To Be Tied Up
I was kidnapped and tied up all the time by my boyfriend in college. Well, at least, he was the one who always set it up. It always excited the two of us, cuz all the tv shows we grew up watching. Damsel in distress stuff. I knew that it would happen at least once every month. We thought it was pretty sophisticated, too. We went to school in the Rockies, so, there were plethoras of hiding places and miles and miles of nowhere. Cabins, warehouses, and I'm not kidding, even an old mill. But that was in Oregon, now that I think of it.
There were so many episodes that A and I would act out. I was always the damsel in distress, and it was a real turn on for me. I was a lot thinner then, and I liked to wear skirts and heels and nice blouses which showed my figure. The pictures that were taken of me turned on my boyfriend and some of his other friends.
The one I'm going to write about first is the mid fall tie up, kidnap game. I worked part time in a . bank and back then, banks were closed on Saturday. I left the bank on Friday late evening about 5pm and was unlocking my car. Nothing had happened for over 5 weeks, so I had an inkling that the cargo van next to my car might have been one of A's friends. Sure enough.
A guy climbed out of the van and grabbed me, putting his hand over my mouth. He lifted me up through the van sliding door and there were other people in the van.
The van was windowless and dark in back. There was a small cot against the wall. Someone tied a gag over my mouth with a large knot to fill my mouth. They had a large coil of white smooth rope which was easier on my skin than the brown hemp rope. Especially since these kidnap scenarios with A could last for 5 to 6 hours. One of them pulled my hands behind me and tied my wrists and then looped several passes of the rope around my arms and jerked it tight enough to make it a bit difficult to breathe, but I was okay. They blindfolded me and then someone pushed me down onto the cot. My knees and ankles were tied together. One of my high heels had fallen off and someone put it back on. Then I heard one guy call out. "okay! Let's get her over there!"
The van lurched forward and I fell onto my side on the cot. Someone picked up my feet and had me lie down. The van was picking up speed and I started to get a bit more excited and apprehensive. Where were they taking me this time? The rope around my arms and chest was uncomfortable. But I thought I would be okay
The van was climbing and I could smell snow and I was cool. So I knew I wouldn't be anywhere near town. The road was twisty and after about an hour, the van turned and was driving down a very rough road. This went on for about 30 minutes or so of bumping around, they stopped the van.
They opened the sliding side door and pulled me up. "Take her blindfold off, so she can see where she's gonna be" Someone pulled the blindfold off of me and they shined a light on what looked to be a small builiding, completely deserted. I have always been afraid of deserted, abandoned buildings. I hoped that they would be staying with me at least. They put the blindfold back on and threw a quilt over my face and shoulders. Someone picked me up over his shoulder and stepped out of the van. There was ice on the ground and it crunched when he stepped. .
They pushed open the door and carried me in. It smelled musty and damp and I was getting chilly and more scared now. They walked around for a minute and then set me onto the floor and pulled the quilt off of me. They rolled me over onto my stomach, bent my legs and hog tied me with my ankles near my wrists. They laughed when they were walking away. I tried to holler for them to stay with me at least. I guess my "mmmmfffs" sounded silly. They left me alone in that damp cold building. I heard the van drive away.
I imagined all sorts of things in that place. Everytime I heard a noise, I imagined a rodent or a snake. I started to try to really struggle against the ropes, but I had zero luck. I remembered as best as I could to keep calm and not struggle too hard or panic or I could hurt myself. I knew that "A" had told them to make it as scary for me as they could. Taking that blindfold off really did the majority of the work. I had no idea of any time passage while I was in that place. It was quiet all around except for the sounds of scampering things that kept on terrifying me. I started to shiver with the cold, and my legs were hurting from the sharp way they were bent. My hands and feet were getting numb not just from the cold but from the tight ropes. I wished I had been wearing some comfortable sweat pants and a sweat shirt and nice thick socks instead of a blouse, skirt, nylons and heels.
About 3 hours must have passed and I heard a noise from outside. It was an owl. It kept on hooting. I knew now that it was pretty late at night. The wind also started to whip up around the building.
I started to worry about what would happen if I really started to need the bathroom. I would kick the living daylights out of "A" if I made a mess of myself because he was into the same stuff I was. For right now, I didn't have that problem.
After a few more hours, I couldn't hear the owl hooting anymore. I couldn't feel anything, and I was getting really sore and tired. I had worked off and on trying to roll onto my side, but I had no luck. I could hear that it was raining outside, rather than snowing. I was hungry and really irritated. And now I really needed to pee. About half an hour later, I guess, I could hear a car pulling up and feet running to the building. The door was pushed open and A was calling out to me. I hollered out to him from the gag and he was next to me and took the gag out of my mouth and took off the blindfold. He untied my ankles from my wrist and I almost screamed with pain when my knees were finally allowed to be straightened. He untied me the rest of the way and took his jacket off and helped me put it on. I limped out the door and found a place to pee behind a bush and then I felt a lot better.
He had the heater running in his car and had brought me some hot coffee and donuts. He had tried to get to the cabin before midnight, and had never intended me to be there more than 4 hours instead of the 12 that I had been. He had played at that cabin with friends when he was a teenager, and had also played tie up games with other kids there, He knew that once I had seen the building, that I would have gotten scared, which he had counted on to make the kidnap seem more real. The friends he had played tie up games with as a teenager were among my kidnappers the day before.
They had left little clues as to where I was and it was up to him to decipher them and be the rescuer. He had interpreted that I was actually in another location and had gotten there a bit before 11 the night before. When I wasn't there, he knew that I was over 80 miles in the opposite direction and off the beaten trail.
Anyway, I got warmed up and after I cried for a few hours, felt much better. It had been exciting. Except for the critters and the cold.
There were so many episodes that A and I would act out. I was always the damsel in distress, and it was a real turn on for me. I was a lot thinner then, and I liked to wear skirts and heels and nice blouses which showed my figure. The pictures that were taken of me turned on my boyfriend and some of his other friends.
The one I'm going to write about first is the mid fall tie up, kidnap game. I worked part time in a . bank and back then, banks were closed on Saturday. I left the bank on Friday late evening about 5pm and was unlocking my car. Nothing had happened for over 5 weeks, so I had an inkling that the cargo van next to my car might have been one of A's friends. Sure enough.
A guy climbed out of the van and grabbed me, putting his hand over my mouth. He lifted me up through the van sliding door and there were other people in the van.
The van was windowless and dark in back. There was a small cot against the wall. Someone tied a gag over my mouth with a large knot to fill my mouth. They had a large coil of white smooth rope which was easier on my skin than the brown hemp rope. Especially since these kidnap scenarios with A could last for 5 to 6 hours. One of them pulled my hands behind me and tied my wrists and then looped several passes of the rope around my arms and jerked it tight enough to make it a bit difficult to breathe, but I was okay. They blindfolded me and then someone pushed me down onto the cot. My knees and ankles were tied together. One of my high heels had fallen off and someone put it back on. Then I heard one guy call out. "okay! Let's get her over there!"
The van lurched forward and I fell onto my side on the cot. Someone picked up my feet and had me lie down. The van was picking up speed and I started to get a bit more excited and apprehensive. Where were they taking me this time? The rope around my arms and chest was uncomfortable. But I thought I would be okay
The van was climbing and I could smell snow and I was cool. So I knew I wouldn't be anywhere near town. The road was twisty and after about an hour, the van turned and was driving down a very rough road. This went on for about 30 minutes or so of bumping around, they stopped the van.
They opened the sliding side door and pulled me up. "Take her blindfold off, so she can see where she's gonna be" Someone pulled the blindfold off of me and they shined a light on what looked to be a small builiding, completely deserted. I have always been afraid of deserted, abandoned buildings. I hoped that they would be staying with me at least. They put the blindfold back on and threw a quilt over my face and shoulders. Someone picked me up over his shoulder and stepped out of the van. There was ice on the ground and it crunched when he stepped. .
They pushed open the door and carried me in. It smelled musty and damp and I was getting chilly and more scared now. They walked around for a minute and then set me onto the floor and pulled the quilt off of me. They rolled me over onto my stomach, bent my legs and hog tied me with my ankles near my wrists. They laughed when they were walking away. I tried to holler for them to stay with me at least. I guess my "mmmmfffs" sounded silly. They left me alone in that damp cold building. I heard the van drive away.
I imagined all sorts of things in that place. Everytime I heard a noise, I imagined a rodent or a snake. I started to try to really struggle against the ropes, but I had zero luck. I remembered as best as I could to keep calm and not struggle too hard or panic or I could hurt myself. I knew that "A" had told them to make it as scary for me as they could. Taking that blindfold off really did the majority of the work. I had no idea of any time passage while I was in that place. It was quiet all around except for the sounds of scampering things that kept on terrifying me. I started to shiver with the cold, and my legs were hurting from the sharp way they were bent. My hands and feet were getting numb not just from the cold but from the tight ropes. I wished I had been wearing some comfortable sweat pants and a sweat shirt and nice thick socks instead of a blouse, skirt, nylons and heels.
About 3 hours must have passed and I heard a noise from outside. It was an owl. It kept on hooting. I knew now that it was pretty late at night. The wind also started to whip up around the building.
I started to worry about what would happen if I really started to need the bathroom. I would kick the living daylights out of "A" if I made a mess of myself because he was into the same stuff I was. For right now, I didn't have that problem.
After a few more hours, I couldn't hear the owl hooting anymore. I couldn't feel anything, and I was getting really sore and tired. I had worked off and on trying to roll onto my side, but I had no luck. I could hear that it was raining outside, rather than snowing. I was hungry and really irritated. And now I really needed to pee. About half an hour later, I guess, I could hear a car pulling up and feet running to the building. The door was pushed open and A was calling out to me. I hollered out to him from the gag and he was next to me and took the gag out of my mouth and took off the blindfold. He untied my ankles from my wrist and I almost screamed with pain when my knees were finally allowed to be straightened. He untied me the rest of the way and took his jacket off and helped me put it on. I limped out the door and found a place to pee behind a bush and then I felt a lot better.
He had the heater running in his car and had brought me some hot coffee and donuts. He had tried to get to the cabin before midnight, and had never intended me to be there more than 4 hours instead of the 12 that I had been. He had played at that cabin with friends when he was a teenager, and had also played tie up games with other kids there, He knew that once I had seen the building, that I would have gotten scared, which he had counted on to make the kidnap seem more real. The friends he had played tie up games with as a teenager were among my kidnappers the day before.
They had left little clues as to where I was and it was up to him to decipher them and be the rescuer. He had interpreted that I was actually in another location and had gotten there a bit before 11 the night before. When I wasn't there, he knew that I was over 80 miles in the opposite direction and off the beaten trail.
Anyway, I got warmed up and after I cried for a few hours, felt much better. It had been exciting. Except for the critters and the cold.
By:
myhangups
Age:
36-40
,
Female
