Hi all. This is my first stories posted in the For Adults section. Any comments or suggestions are welcome.
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This story is set in the 1990’s, a throwback for those who can remember that glorious decade of dial-up internet, grunge, and Seinfeld. I attended a small science and engineering university in Southern California and was working towards a computer science degree. I did not date during my first few semesters. The gender ratio in such an institution at the time was about three men to every woman, which didn’t seem to give me much hope. The fact that I was a classic nerd – glasses, medium height, slim physique – didn’t help.
During second semester of my sophomore year, I was taking a class on algorithms, notoriously the most difficult topic in computer science. Impossible as it may seem to the youth of today, our dorm rooms were not connected to the internet. In order to do programming work on the university mainframe, it was necessary to go to the lab in the basement of the computer science building, and so there I was almost every night, typing away on C++ and JAVA code.
One night in March, just before Spring Break, I was working on a big programming project. The computer lab had about twenty workstations, but this night it was empty except for me and Candace. Candace was a varsity tennis player and one of the few female computer science majors in my class. I had noticed her from early freshman year, sure. She had long, athletic legs, blond hair spilling over her shoulders, breasts big but not porn-star big. She was hard not to notice, but I had classified her as out of my league from the start.
This night we happened to both finish our projects at the same time and as we headed towards the door we almost bumped into each other. “Hi there,” she said.
“Hi Candace,” I answered, trying to pretend I hadn’t noticed her before. Not a great tactic, but I was pretty clueless in those days. “You done with your coding?”
“Sure am,” she said. “You want to stop by Albertson’s for a bit?”
Albertson’s was the pizza place right next to campus, open till one in the morning. I didn’t need any encouragement to accept an invitation from her, so we headed over. It was about a ten minute walk, which gave me plenty of time to admire her outfit. Even in Southern California it can get cold in the winter, and Candace had been wearing jeans and sweaters for the past few months. With March here, the weather warmed rapidly and now she was sporting khaki shorts that showed off her toned legs extremely well and a bright green tank top that was equally complimentary above the waist.
At the restaurant I ordered a small cheese pizza while Candace had a milkshake. We sat and talked about life, classes, sports, the weather, and whatever else we could think about for half an hour or so. Then we finished our food and headed back out along the boulevard. I still lived in a dorm on campus that semester, but Candace had chosen to move to an apartment complex across the street from the college. I tagged along to her front door, figuring it was the right thing to do, rather than letting a single woman walk alone late at night. When we reached her apartment, she opened the door right away and swung it open.
“You don’t lock your door?” I asked incredulously.
“No,” she said. “Why would I?”
“Somebody might break in and wait for you, tie you up, and steal all your stuff.”
“Except for the part about stealing my stuff, it doesn’t sound too bad,” she said with a smirk.
And that was the end of our conversation for the night, but it left me with plenty to think about as I walked back to my room. My mind began surfing back over things that I hadn’t thought about much before, like how on Halloween she had worn a leather minidress and a collar that said “Slave”. By the time that I reached home, I had begun to plot a voluntary kidnapping.
A Voluntary Kidnapping (M/F)
To keep it voluntary, he will have to talk it overq with Candace. That will be an interesting conversation. Great start.
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nice start, write the tale for yourself but I hope it remains M/F only.
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Very Nice and Good Cute and Adorable Start
My Dear it's no use to struggle. But I would greatly appreciate it if you, could and would
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A very good start. I liked it 
Please feel free to read and comment your thoughts.
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Roadtrip of Dreams (M/F) Chapter 14 Added.
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Roadtrip of Dreams (M/F) Chapter 14 Added.
Two weeks later, I was back in the computer lab, but now with a backpack full of stuff that would have caused some raised eyebrows if anyone else had seen it.
To start off with, while visiting some friends in San Francisco during Spring Break, I had stopped by the Haight-Ashbury district. There were plenty of erotic boutiques there, while at that time they were hard to find in most other parts of the country. I had gone to one such location, the type of place where one can buy handcuffs and a ballgag without feeling awkward. After considering the options, I had decided that Candace would need a pair of solid steel hinged handcuffs. Given how athletic she was, anything less would likely give her too much freedom to move her hands.
I had also chosen a 2-inch black ballgag. I knew that it wouldn’t silence her completely, no matter what the stories say. There were some scary-looking devices for sale that would be more effective, but I didn’t want to risk going overboard and frightening her.
I had also visited a hardware store and purchased a considerable supply of soft blue cotton rope. The color would make a nice contrast with her skin tone, I had thought. A silk scarf to use as a blindfold had completed my supplies.
On the night in question, Candace and I were once again the only inhabitants of the computer lab. The weather was hot and she was wearing denim shorts and a tight-fitting orange T-shirt. She sat and pecked at her keyboard, facing away from me and oblivious to my plans. For my part, I was unable to focus much, but I figured there was still the rest of the weekend to complete the assignment. At around 10:30 I shut off my computer, picked up my backpack, and headed out the door, acting as if I was leaving for the night.
In reality, I was lurking just around a corner, down the corridor from the computer lab. When she left the lab, Candace would need to walk down the corridor and turn the corner to reach the stairs that lead out of the building. When she did so, I planned to step out in front of her with the handcuffs held in one hand, making clear what I had in mind. She would then have the chance to respond. If I’d misread her intentions and she didn’t consent, that would be the end of it, but if she agreed then a good time should be had by all.
It wasn’t long before I heard her footsteps approaching. My palms were sweating by this point and my heart beating hard, but this was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn’t miss. Right as she rounded the corner, I stepped forward with the handcuffs in front of me. “Hi Candace. You ready to have a little fun tonight?”
“It’s about time, silly boy,” she replied. “How many freaking hints did I have to give you?”
I stepped behind her and pushed her down to a kneeling position, firmly but not violently, and pulled her hands behind her back, then snapped the handcuffs into place. Then I went to my backpack and got out the ballgag, showing it to her clearly as I walked back towards her. “I know you specialize in sassy comments, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to them.” She opened her mouth and I put the ball in, then pulled the straps behind her head and buckled the gag into place.
I could have continued to tie her up right there, but had decided against it. While we were probably the only two people in the building at this time of night, I couldn’t be entirely sure of that and it would be a bit difficult to explain if anyone stumbled on us. I grabbed my backpack and then took hold of her left arm above the elbow with my right hand and pulled her up. “We’re going for a little ride,” I said. I had decided that she might enjoy it better not knowing exactly what was in store.
I led her down a series of corridors and out the building’s back door, which brought us to the parking lot. I had put my car, a blue hatchback, in the corner where some shrubs and palm trees largely shielded it from view. I flipped up the tailgate, then put my hands on Candace’s shoulders, spun her around, and had her sit down on the edge of the trunk with her feet on the ground. Even with the ballgag in her mouth, her sparkling blue eyes managed to project a big smile which made clear she was enjoying this as much as I was.
“You know, ever since I first saw those legs of yours, I’ve dreamed of tying them up,” I said. “Looks like the moment has finally arrived.” I opened my backpack and knelt down next to her feet. First I took off her white sneakers and footie socks. Then I took out the first length of rope and began wrapping it around her legs just above the ankles. When I had finished five turns around, I tied a knot behind her legs, then wrapped the ends of the rope vertically around the binding between her legs and cinched it off. Candace gave a satisfied-sounding mmmpphh as I put the final knot in place.
Feeling confident now, I repeated the process above and below her knees. Once finished, she had a beautifully bound pair of legs, just like I had often fantasized about. I gently lifted her legs into the car trunk and turned her so that her back was towards me, then took out the longest length of rope from my backpack. I wrapped it around her arms and chest three times below her breasts and three times above, pinning her arms to her sides. I knotted the rope in the middle of her back, then used the ends to cinch between her arms and her sides.
After wrapping my left arm around her chest and pulling Candace towards me, I kissed her on top of her head and stroked her hair, another long-delayed fantasy now fulfilled. “Just one more thing and then we’re ready to take a ride,” I said. She made a puzzled sound and tried to twist her head around. “You’ll see,” I told her, “or rather, you won’t.” I pulled the turquoise silk scarf from my backpack and wrapped it around her head to blindfold her and made a knot behind her head.
“Is that good?” I asked as I gathered up a few pieces of rope I hadn’t needed and put them in the pack. Candace shivered a bit and made a mmmmmm sound that conveyed pure delight. I had brought a sleeping bag that I now laid out in the trunk space, figuring it would be more comfortable for her than if she lay directly on the canvas floor of the trunk. I then turned her around again and pushed her shoulders down until she lay on her back. Noting that the blindfold was a bit too high up her face, I pulled the lower edge down to the tip of her nose, covering her eyes entirely. This brought another pleased sighing sound from her. “You sit tight now”, I said as I reached up and pulled the tailgate down.
I took one look at my new captive through the car’s rear glass. She was squirming happily, looking more sexy than ever with the ropes, ballgag and blindfold just as I’d always imagined them. Since the hatchback had space above the back seat, there would be no danger of her running out of air. Potentially someone might be able to see her through the glass, but once we were out on the streets I assumed no one would be able to see clearly enough to figure out that I had a bound and gagged captive in my car.
To start off with, while visiting some friends in San Francisco during Spring Break, I had stopped by the Haight-Ashbury district. There were plenty of erotic boutiques there, while at that time they were hard to find in most other parts of the country. I had gone to one such location, the type of place where one can buy handcuffs and a ballgag without feeling awkward. After considering the options, I had decided that Candace would need a pair of solid steel hinged handcuffs. Given how athletic she was, anything less would likely give her too much freedom to move her hands.
I had also chosen a 2-inch black ballgag. I knew that it wouldn’t silence her completely, no matter what the stories say. There were some scary-looking devices for sale that would be more effective, but I didn’t want to risk going overboard and frightening her.
I had also visited a hardware store and purchased a considerable supply of soft blue cotton rope. The color would make a nice contrast with her skin tone, I had thought. A silk scarf to use as a blindfold had completed my supplies.
On the night in question, Candace and I were once again the only inhabitants of the computer lab. The weather was hot and she was wearing denim shorts and a tight-fitting orange T-shirt. She sat and pecked at her keyboard, facing away from me and oblivious to my plans. For my part, I was unable to focus much, but I figured there was still the rest of the weekend to complete the assignment. At around 10:30 I shut off my computer, picked up my backpack, and headed out the door, acting as if I was leaving for the night.
In reality, I was lurking just around a corner, down the corridor from the computer lab. When she left the lab, Candace would need to walk down the corridor and turn the corner to reach the stairs that lead out of the building. When she did so, I planned to step out in front of her with the handcuffs held in one hand, making clear what I had in mind. She would then have the chance to respond. If I’d misread her intentions and she didn’t consent, that would be the end of it, but if she agreed then a good time should be had by all.
It wasn’t long before I heard her footsteps approaching. My palms were sweating by this point and my heart beating hard, but this was truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that I couldn’t miss. Right as she rounded the corner, I stepped forward with the handcuffs in front of me. “Hi Candace. You ready to have a little fun tonight?”
“It’s about time, silly boy,” she replied. “How many freaking hints did I have to give you?”
I stepped behind her and pushed her down to a kneeling position, firmly but not violently, and pulled her hands behind her back, then snapped the handcuffs into place. Then I went to my backpack and got out the ballgag, showing it to her clearly as I walked back towards her. “I know you specialize in sassy comments, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to them.” She opened her mouth and I put the ball in, then pulled the straps behind her head and buckled the gag into place.
I could have continued to tie her up right there, but had decided against it. While we were probably the only two people in the building at this time of night, I couldn’t be entirely sure of that and it would be a bit difficult to explain if anyone stumbled on us. I grabbed my backpack and then took hold of her left arm above the elbow with my right hand and pulled her up. “We’re going for a little ride,” I said. I had decided that she might enjoy it better not knowing exactly what was in store.
I led her down a series of corridors and out the building’s back door, which brought us to the parking lot. I had put my car, a blue hatchback, in the corner where some shrubs and palm trees largely shielded it from view. I flipped up the tailgate, then put my hands on Candace’s shoulders, spun her around, and had her sit down on the edge of the trunk with her feet on the ground. Even with the ballgag in her mouth, her sparkling blue eyes managed to project a big smile which made clear she was enjoying this as much as I was.
“You know, ever since I first saw those legs of yours, I’ve dreamed of tying them up,” I said. “Looks like the moment has finally arrived.” I opened my backpack and knelt down next to her feet. First I took off her white sneakers and footie socks. Then I took out the first length of rope and began wrapping it around her legs just above the ankles. When I had finished five turns around, I tied a knot behind her legs, then wrapped the ends of the rope vertically around the binding between her legs and cinched it off. Candace gave a satisfied-sounding mmmpphh as I put the final knot in place.
Feeling confident now, I repeated the process above and below her knees. Once finished, she had a beautifully bound pair of legs, just like I had often fantasized about. I gently lifted her legs into the car trunk and turned her so that her back was towards me, then took out the longest length of rope from my backpack. I wrapped it around her arms and chest three times below her breasts and three times above, pinning her arms to her sides. I knotted the rope in the middle of her back, then used the ends to cinch between her arms and her sides.
After wrapping my left arm around her chest and pulling Candace towards me, I kissed her on top of her head and stroked her hair, another long-delayed fantasy now fulfilled. “Just one more thing and then we’re ready to take a ride,” I said. She made a puzzled sound and tried to twist her head around. “You’ll see,” I told her, “or rather, you won’t.” I pulled the turquoise silk scarf from my backpack and wrapped it around her head to blindfold her and made a knot behind her head.
“Is that good?” I asked as I gathered up a few pieces of rope I hadn’t needed and put them in the pack. Candace shivered a bit and made a mmmmmm sound that conveyed pure delight. I had brought a sleeping bag that I now laid out in the trunk space, figuring it would be more comfortable for her than if she lay directly on the canvas floor of the trunk. I then turned her around again and pushed her shoulders down until she lay on her back. Noting that the blindfold was a bit too high up her face, I pulled the lower edge down to the tip of her nose, covering her eyes entirely. This brought another pleased sighing sound from her. “You sit tight now”, I said as I reached up and pulled the tailgate down.
I took one look at my new captive through the car’s rear glass. She was squirming happily, looking more sexy than ever with the ropes, ballgag and blindfold just as I’d always imagined them. Since the hatchback had space above the back seat, there would be no danger of her running out of air. Potentially someone might be able to see her through the glass, but once we were out on the streets I assumed no one would be able to see clearly enough to figure out that I had a bound and gagged captive in my car.
You have continued your story as an exciting and well told tale. I'm looking forward to more.
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Great start, can't wait for the next chapter
This has a promising start. I'm interested in seeing what comes next.
Enjoying her enjoyment
Well now this is getting quite interesting!
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Neat story, I like the playful dynamic you've established between the characters. I would definitely enjoy reading more of this!
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Hi all. I apologize for the long wait before posting the conclusion. Thank you to everyone who has commented.
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One of the great things about California is that there’s so much empty space. I headed away from the university and onto the highway heading east. Soon I had left the city behind and was cruising along at 65 miles an hour. Normally I would go faster, but I figured that given my cargo, it was better to play it safe and not risk getting pulled over by the police.
On the highway there were still a few other drivers at this time of night, but once I reached my intended exit and pulled onto a lonely desert road, there was no one else to be seen. I had scouted out this location during my Spring Break week. It was a campground at an isolated nature preserve far out in the desert. There were few visitors at this time of year even during the day, and I guessed it was unlikely for anyone else to be there at night. Most likely there wouldn’t be a single other person within fifteen miles.
As I pulled off the dirt road into the campground, I was glad to see my prediction was correct: there were no lights and no other vehicles. I backed the car into a campsite, got out and opened the tailgate. “Well, we’ve arrived at our destination,” I said.
Candace lay on the sleeping bag, a bit sweaty and disheveled now. She made a hmmmm sound, puzzled but excited. I kneeled down next to the car bumper and rolled her onto my right shoulder, with her feet in front of me and her head at my back. I used my right arm to hold her in place and grabbed the sleeping bag with my left, carried her out to the sandy camping area and put the sleeping bag on the ground, then gently placed her on top of it.
Lying down beside her and wrapping an arm around her midsection, I whispered in her ear, “Candace, is this what you want?”
“Yef! Yef! Yef! Oooooh yef!” she said, squirming in my grasp.
I let my hands roam all over her body, squeezing her breasts, stroking her hair, moving down her legs and massaging as I went. I reached under her T-shirt and tickled her ribs, which made her squeal loudly and shake her body vigorously, kicking out with her bound legs, but she couldn’t get away from me. I then straddled her and pushed her shoulders back to the ground, leaned in and kissed her on the cheeks and moved down her neck.
To go any further I needed to take her shirt off, which meant getting the ropes around her chest removed. That took a few minutes as my own fingers were getting sweaty, but eventually I had the knots undone. I pulled the ropes away and lifted the shirt over her head and down her arms. With her hands still cuffed I couldn’t get it off entirely, so I left it twisted around her wrists and went to work with my tongue, giving attention to both breasts, her belly and her sides. By now she was mmmmmphing constantly, her body shaking uncontrollably.
I needed to untie her legs in order to get her shorts and panties off. Once I had that done, I removed my own clothes, then lay down on my side next to her. The handcuffs still pinned her wrists together behind her and she still wore the ball gag and blindfold, but otherwise her gorgeous body was completely exposed in the moonlight. I pinched both nipples, then slowly brought my fingers downward across her belly and then between her thighs, bringing more moans of pleasure from her. Finally I pushed her legs apart, got on top and entered her and we both came together in a glorious moment of ecstasy under the stars.
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And that’s the story of how Candace and I met. We’ve now been married for thirty years. While I would like to say that she’s been my bound and gagged captive for the whole time, the truth is that between raising three kids and founding a successful software company together, we accomplished a lot but we’ve had to fit in our tie-up games when we can.
Right now as I write this, for instance, she’s lying on our big four-post bed, wearing a blue silk nightgown, each wrist and ankle held in a leather cuff and chained to one of the posts, gagged with one white scarf and blindfolded with another.
The End
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One of the great things about California is that there’s so much empty space. I headed away from the university and onto the highway heading east. Soon I had left the city behind and was cruising along at 65 miles an hour. Normally I would go faster, but I figured that given my cargo, it was better to play it safe and not risk getting pulled over by the police.
On the highway there were still a few other drivers at this time of night, but once I reached my intended exit and pulled onto a lonely desert road, there was no one else to be seen. I had scouted out this location during my Spring Break week. It was a campground at an isolated nature preserve far out in the desert. There were few visitors at this time of year even during the day, and I guessed it was unlikely for anyone else to be there at night. Most likely there wouldn’t be a single other person within fifteen miles.
As I pulled off the dirt road into the campground, I was glad to see my prediction was correct: there were no lights and no other vehicles. I backed the car into a campsite, got out and opened the tailgate. “Well, we’ve arrived at our destination,” I said.
Candace lay on the sleeping bag, a bit sweaty and disheveled now. She made a hmmmm sound, puzzled but excited. I kneeled down next to the car bumper and rolled her onto my right shoulder, with her feet in front of me and her head at my back. I used my right arm to hold her in place and grabbed the sleeping bag with my left, carried her out to the sandy camping area and put the sleeping bag on the ground, then gently placed her on top of it.
Lying down beside her and wrapping an arm around her midsection, I whispered in her ear, “Candace, is this what you want?”
“Yef! Yef! Yef! Oooooh yef!” she said, squirming in my grasp.
I let my hands roam all over her body, squeezing her breasts, stroking her hair, moving down her legs and massaging as I went. I reached under her T-shirt and tickled her ribs, which made her squeal loudly and shake her body vigorously, kicking out with her bound legs, but she couldn’t get away from me. I then straddled her and pushed her shoulders back to the ground, leaned in and kissed her on the cheeks and moved down her neck.
To go any further I needed to take her shirt off, which meant getting the ropes around her chest removed. That took a few minutes as my own fingers were getting sweaty, but eventually I had the knots undone. I pulled the ropes away and lifted the shirt over her head and down her arms. With her hands still cuffed I couldn’t get it off entirely, so I left it twisted around her wrists and went to work with my tongue, giving attention to both breasts, her belly and her sides. By now she was mmmmmphing constantly, her body shaking uncontrollably.
I needed to untie her legs in order to get her shorts and panties off. Once I had that done, I removed my own clothes, then lay down on my side next to her. The handcuffs still pinned her wrists together behind her and she still wore the ball gag and blindfold, but otherwise her gorgeous body was completely exposed in the moonlight. I pinched both nipples, then slowly brought my fingers downward across her belly and then between her thighs, bringing more moans of pleasure from her. Finally I pushed her legs apart, got on top and entered her and we both came together in a glorious moment of ecstasy under the stars.
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And that’s the story of how Candace and I met. We’ve now been married for thirty years. While I would like to say that she’s been my bound and gagged captive for the whole time, the truth is that between raising three kids and founding a successful software company together, we accomplished a lot but we’ve had to fit in our tie-up games when we can.
Right now as I write this, for instance, she’s lying on our big four-post bed, wearing a blue silk nightgown, each wrist and ankle held in a leather cuff and chained to one of the posts, gagged with one white scarf and blindfolded with another.
The End
Great story
Very well written
Very well written
I believe you would be a lot more comfortable in ropes
I identify with this story on several levels. The tug is the obvious connection. But I also lived in the Mojave Desert for several years and can picture the kidnap location very well. Finally, I have wrestled with computer code in the middle of the night more often than I can count. Unfortunately, I never met Candace during one of my late-night codings. Very good work, @Terry45.
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Nice story! I really like the writing style as it resembles the way many of the true stories on this site are written, making it feel very real. The epilogue made me wonder whether you put this in the right category, so well done.
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I actually did major in computer science and went to college in southern California, so that much comes from my real life experience.GreyLord wrote: ↑7 months ago I identify with this story on several levels. The tug is the obvious connection. But I also lived in the Mojave Desert for several years and can picture the kidnap location very well. Finally, I have wrestled with computer code in the middle of the night more often than I can count. Unfortunately, I never met Candace during one of my late-night codings. Very good work, @Terry45.
It's definitely fiction, though 'Candace' is a real person that I fantasized about quite a bit, but nothing more than that in reality. (Name changed, of course.)