Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[wolfman]

Another great chapter, I really like the way that, you make each stop almost like a character in its own movie.

Only question is, where is the Gofundme page for a netflix original series?

[Beaumains]

Great as always. Elsa really has no fears and that makes her so adorable. That she is do not punished for her lack of judgement in a horrible way, makes this story great. It is a true fantasy. Keep it up!

[FabianStr2016]

She wasn't gagged for a long time, I hope that changes in the next chapter
Great continuation!

[TightsBound]

Every time I pass a truck on the highway, I wonder if the driver has a cute girl willingly tied up with him. That may or may not be because of this story.

[slackywacky]

Every time I pass a truck on the highway, I wonder if the driver has a cute girl willingly tied up with him. That may or may not be because of this story.

Sorry, I take no blame Your remark made me laugh. Thank you.

[Bandit666]

Yet more fantastic updates. And let’s hope Elsa is safe and well at the end of all this. But I’m sure she will he and more kinky adventures lay ahead.

[dogrednuht123]

Too good of an update and an excellent cliffhanger. Can't wait for the next chapter. The suspense is killing me. You are an amazing writer. Love all your stories.

[slackywacky]

Thank you all for the comments. Hope you like the next chapter too... It is funny to see how this story develops. When I started this next chapter, I had no idea yet what I was going to do and when I started writing it, the pieces fell in place and before I knew it I was at the length I normally use for posts in this story (about 5 pages of text in Word, roughly 3000 words). So without further ado, here goes...

[slackywacky]

My eyes kept going back to the photo Elsa had sent me. She was, as Mandy had stated, showing a genuine smile, so I figured she was not in distress, well, not more distress than being tied up. The noon hour had passed, and traffic was not terribly busy. The sky had turned grey and a gently rain was coming down, just enough to force me to turn on the wipers, but not enough to keep them on constantly. I-20 was the usual interstate road, 2 lanes either way with a grass barrier in between. The occasional building stood along the road, but most of the time it was just trees that flanked the interstate. Interstate 220 marked the edge of Shreveport. As it was still quiet on the road, I decided to stay on I-20, instead of taking I-220. They had built the I-220 as an escape from having to go through Shreveport, as I-20 cut through town and I-220 went around it.

“Wow.” I said as a B-52 US Air Force bomber took off from Barksdale Air Force base, crossing over the interstate just as I passed.

It was a spectacular site seeing these enormous airplanes take off. I could not see the plane for long, as it turned in the direction I was coming from, but I was glad I could see it at least for a little while. I had been to Shreveport before, years ago, and I knew there was an Air Force base, I had not known what airplanes were stationed at the base.

“Elsa would have been impressed.” I thought.

Crossing the Red River told me I was passing the downtown area. Traffic was busier here, but it was still early in the afternoon, so I did not get delayed. I passed the fairgrounds and the Hirsch Memorial Coliseum, before coming up to the other I-20 and I-220 interchange. It was my lucky day with regards to planes, as a Dassault Falcon 7X took off from Shreveport Regional Airport as I passed by. The plane was easily recognizable by the third engine in the tail, plus I liked the plane, having it flown in the simulator a few years ago.

“Lucky me.” I sighed when I saw the construction signs.

The I-20 turned onto a single lane, while work was being done in the center median. Traffic was still going smooth, even with the rain intensifying. The signal for the weigh station turned on, redirecting me onto the inspection area. Even empty I had to pass through. The weigh station marked the upcoming Louisiana and Texas border. I had to grin, as I suddenly figured that if Elsa were taken against her will, it would now be an FBI case, as she was transported across state lines. I pulled up onto the weigh bridge at the checkpoint. Being empty, I was not worried about the weight, and since I only been on the road for a short while, that should be fine too. The light turned green, allowing me to continue.

“Texas here I come.” I grinned, heading back onto the I-20, still doing a single lane.

The Texas travel Information Center marked the crossover into Texas. Not that much changed, except that the road construction ended, which allowed us to use all lanes again. Occasionally the distance between the west bound lanes and east bound lanes would increase, but most of the time it was the same old thing, 2 lanes, a median and two lanes in the other direction. Slowly but surely, I approached Longview. I saw the chemical towers from the massive chemical plant, with Eastman, Westlake Chemical, Air Liquide, and Flint Hills factories, before getting to my exit, according to Waze.

“Almost there, Elsa.” I said to her, even when she could not hear it.

I turned left onto Estes Parkway, turning right, after crossing the Sabine River, onto the Gardiner Mitchell Parkway. When I turned right onto Farm Road 349, the road got a lot smaller, but was still wide enough for my truck and trailer. Finally, I turned onto Pleasant Green Road, feeling a little anxious, not knowing what to expect. The rain was coming down decently when I reached the driveway, which turned out to be a large loop, big enough for my truck, and it was obvious a truck would fit, as there was another truck, no trailer, parked next to the farmhouse. A large barn stood behind the house and a smaller shed to the right of the house. A man, which I recognized from the selfie, was waiting for me on the porch of the house.

“You must be Jack.” He greeted me. “I am Mike. Welcome.”

“Nice to meet you.” I greeted him after I climbed from the cab, shaking hands.

We stood on the porch of the house, out of the rain. He had a firm grip and a pleasant southern accent, not too heavy, exactly right, at least in my opinion. Dressed in worn jeans and a Realtree t-shirt, he looked less old than I had estimated.

“Elsa told me a lot about you.” He grinned.

“Oh?” I asked.

“I bet you want to see her and hear the story behind this little adventure?”

I nodded. He turned around and walked towards the large barn. I followed him back into the rain.

“We met at the casino; Denise likes to gamble a little before we arrive home. As you can tell, there is not much around here to do. Don’t get me wrong, I love living here, nice, and quiet, doing the things we want to do. We just came back from a trip to Charlotte, dropped the trailer in Monroe and headed home. Elsa was playing on the machine Denise always plays on when we walked in. She hit the jackpot on the machine, just over 1200 dollars.”

I whistled. Not a bad win for a small casino like the one at the truck stop. Mike led me into the barn.

“Denise was happy for her that she won the jackpot, I felt a little bad since I knew Denise could have been the one winning it, but that is the luck of the draw.”

He walked up to the rear door of the barn, which was open. There was a small open area surrounded by trees and bushes right behind the barn.

“There she is.” Mike said, staying dry within the barn, but pointing to something outside.

I walked up to him, as I had been lagging, looking at the 1967 Shelby gt500 that stood parked in the barn.

“Nice car.” I said, while walking up to the door.

Stopping dead in my tracks, I looked at the sight in the small clearing. Two mummies stood in the middle of the clearing against a wooden post. Their shapes clearly female and both completely wrapped up from head to toe. The one on the left was Elsa, I could recognize her because of her blond hair in the ponytail that came out of the wrappings, and I suspected the one on the left was Denise, as there was brown hair visible.

“Wow.” I said, taking in the view.

“The one on the right is Denise, the other one is Elsa, but I suspect you figured that out already.” Mike grinned.

“How? What? Why?” I stuttered.

“When Elsa won the jackpot, she had no idea what to do, so Denise offered to help, and she helped Elsa with all the paperwork and such. Elsa offered to buy us breakfast and we chatted. When we told her we just came back from Charlotte, she told us that she had not seen much of the states she had travelled through, so I asked why that was the case and she told us she had been tied up. She mentioned she had been asleep too, but it was the being tied up that stood out. What she did not know at the time was that we’re into bondage a lot. Denise likes to get tied up too, so when the girls started talking, the subject turned quickly to likes and dislikes. I still wonder what the people at the table next to us thought.”

“I bet.” I grinned, imagining sitting at the next table, hearing that conversation.

“Elsa said she thought she had been tied up longer than Denise had been, remember, this is before Elsa knew how much we were into bondage. So, Denise asked her if she wanted to make that a bet. If Elsa won, she could tie up Denise and if Denise won, she could tie up Elsa. You know the result, as you have seen the picture.”

“But it is a long way from being tied with tie-raps to being mummified.” I said, looking at the two helpless women standing in the rain.

“Since we were almost home and since you were heading to Vegas, I suggested that Elsa travelled with us to our base and you would pick her up here. That would give us some time to play. You took a little longer than expected, but I know there were roadworks, but that just meant both prisoners had to stay out there a little longer.”

“Road work, scales, traffic, it all adds up.” I agreed. “And it was not that she was going anywhere.”

“This was Denise’s idea. The mummy that is. The putting them together in the rain was mine. They might not have agreed, but I did not hear any complaints, although their gags might have something to do with that.” Mike grinned.

“You did a pretty good job.” I said, looking from inside the barn at the neatly wrapped tape around both women.

“I always want to do the best I can. Just as I did with the car, I restored the Shelby myself.”

“I saw the car, looked really nice.”

“Lots of hours, but Denise helped by allowing me to do the work. She hardly ever complained and if she did, I just added a gag to her bondage. She spent many hours tied up in this barn, while I worked on the car. And occasionally on her, you have to keep them happy.” Mike laughed.

I grinned as I could imagine Denise standing tied against the posts in the barn or lying hogtied in the hay.

“How long have they been there?” I asked, turning my attention back to the two women outside.

“Coming up to three hours. Not that long.” Mike answered, grinning.

“Three hours in the rain, I wonder what Elsa thinks about that.”

“You can ask her when we free them. Coffee?”

I nodded. I could use a coffee and I did not really want to go out in the rain and free the two women. Mike turned around and walked back to the house and I followed him. The coffee was ready and after pouring a nice large cup, he indicated we should go back to the barn.

“I don’t want to leave them alone too long.” He said.

I agreed and we walked back to the barn.

“Here you go.” Mike said, handing me a chair.

It was an old wooden kitchen chair, sturdy looking. He grabbed another one and walked over to the rear door of the barn and placed the chair just inside of the barn, facing the mummies.

“Have a seat, enjoy the coffee.” He said.

I sat next to him and we enjoyed the view and talked about restoring the Shelby. There was little movement in the yard. Each woman was neatly wrapped with wide electrical tape. Based on the shape, I would guess the arms of both females were tied together behind their backs as it was obvious their arms were not on their sides. The only openings I could see, while we talked about carburetors, were at the nose, just big enough to be able to breath, and at the back of their head, allowing their ponytails to escape the tape.

“What you can’t see is that their arms were already tied behind their backs with duct tape before they got wrapped up. We already knew that Elsa could have her elbows touching from the truck stop when Denise tied her with the tie-raps. Both women are gagged with a ballgag and both have a vibrator inserted to entertain them.”

“You have to do something while standing around.” I grinned.

"Elsa helped me wrap up Denise. Since she told us she had never been wrapped up like that, Denise figured that seeing herself being wrapped up would make it easier for Elsa. It was a nice feeling seeing those lovely eyes disappear behind tape. She has beautiful eyes.” Mike said.

“I know. Every time I see them look at me I forget what I am doing, especially when she smiles.”

“Smiling with the ballgag in her mouth was a little more difficult, but she took it all in her stride and never complained, even before she was gagged.”

I nodded; that sounded like Elsa.

“There is three layers of tape, from their toes to the tip of their heads. The tape was stretched tight all over their bodies, except for their necks. I don’t think the water will penetrate their cocoons.” Mike said, sipping from his coffee.

It was good coffee and we sat and chatted for a while longer. The rain started to pour down hard for a short while before the sun started to peak through the clouds and the rain dissipated. I put my empty coffee cup down and stood up, walking over to the mummies.

“More coffee?” Mike asked.

“Yes please.” I said.

“Hmmppfff?”

The sound came from the mummy that was Elsa. She must have heard my voice. I could see her struggle against the tape, but it was useless, as it did not budge. And since she and Denise were standing against the same post, with tape wrapped at a couple of places around both women, Elsa’s struggles were transported to Denise.

“Yes, I am here.” I said.

That resulted in more gagged talk and fighting against the tape. Denise grunted a few times, but mostly just ignored the movements from Elsa. Not that either of them could escape, there was too much tape wrapped tightly around them.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked, squeezing Elsa’s left tit through the tape.

To my surprise she nodded her head, as much as the tape would allow.

“Okay, I will leave you here then and head to Vegas.” I said.

That got me another set of gagged mumbles coming from the tape, which were probably not flattering had I been able to understand them.

“Here’s your coffee.” Mike said, walking up beside me.

“You did a very good job.” I said, taking the cup.

All the wraps were placed in such a way that they covered half of the width of the previous wrap. The tape was 3-inches wide black electricity tape. I knew from experience that it would stretch nicely, even if I had never used it to tape somebody up like Mike had. Around their necks the tape was only slightly looser before it got tight again around their heads. I could see the gag in their mouths. Being tied like this was not for the faint hearted, it was not as easy as it looked. The tape would compress wherever it was used.

“As I said, we play a lot of bondage games. When we’re not on the road, I would say 70% of the time, Denise will be tied up. You could call her a bit of a bondage slut.” He said.

That caused the other mummy to grunt. Mike laughed.

I stood in front of Elsa and squeezed her breasts again, now using both hands. Suddenly she started to moan. Lowering my hand on the tape to near her crotch, I could feel slight vibrations, which must have been coming from the vibrator.

“The battery should last for another hour or two.” Mike said. “They are set to random, so they never know when it will start and for how long.”

The moaning got louder, and I could see Elsa strain against her tape. I figured she just had an orgasm, and it was probably not the first one. Another grunt from the other mummy, Denise, indicated her vibrator also had started, but I figured it did not run long enough as a few moments later an angry grunt escaped the bound female.

“Some you win, some you lose.” Mike said, sitting down in his chair.

I joined him and sipped my coffee.

“We can leave them a little while longer.” I said.

[Caesar73]

You did great again, dear [mention]slackywacky[/mention] ! Great mummification scene - I like that. It is one of my favourites!

[wolfman]

I really like how fun this tale is. Nothing sinister, just a good old fashioned bondage road trip.

[YugoSK]

I don't know how you do this, but for some reason, literally all characters are lovable, what the hell man? Hahaha

[Caesar73]

Looking forward to the Unwrapping:) And why not? It is Christmas Time after all

[tickletied84]

Wonderful update again [mention]slackywacky[/mention] Loving that every new character adds something different, and that Elsa keeps getting herself into new predicaments. I reckon she could manage a bit longer mummified, but I guess that depends on how merciful that vibrator is!

[slackywacky]

A heartfelt thank you [mention]Caesar73[/mention] , [mention]tickletied84[/mention] , [mention]wolfman[/mention] and [mention]YugoSK[/mention] (in no particular order) for the comments. I don't really try to write a certain way, creating characters that are all loveable, I just write what I like and that's how the characters develop and yes, it might be my look at the world (all people are good) that influences it.

The ratio between lurkers and commenters is, as [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] mentions, not in sync. On Wednesday at 9 PM (EST) this story had 59506 views. On Thursday at 10 AM there were 59765 views and today at 9 AM we broke through the 60,000 number (60244 tom be exact). That means 500+ views in 2 days and there were 4 comments (3 if you count unique people responding). And I know that M/F stories get less reactions, but it is only roughly 1% of the viewers that reacted in this case.

Don't worry, it is not going to stop me from continuing this story, as long as people read the story I will add chapters.

[Bandit666]

Yet again a wonderful update to a wonderful story. And trust me it’s good to know you intend to continue despite the imbalance between views and comments. It’s always one of those things that distract others from putting pen to paper I’m sure. And something that’s certainly left me wondering if it’s worth developing new ideas and tales. Especially as my tales are all m/f. The least commented on of all. It seems

So I will take my chance to thank you for all your efforts. Both with this tale and ‘bondage model by choice’. As along with the tales told by wolfman yours are the ones I search for first. And congrats on hitting the magic 60’000 views.

[TightsBound]

Excellent chapter! Mummification and vibrators make everything great!

[Beaumains]

Slacky, it's great as always, and I am glad for Elsa she won the jackpot. Now she can tour the states even longer (and she does not seem to spend a ridiculous amount of money at the moment, so she should be fine).

A note on the views: There were likely not all unique and there could be bots among them as well. Also, as this story is often on top of one of the most popular sections of this forum, many of those 500 readers are new to your story. Maybe add a little note to the start of the story to ask for comments of new readers? That could help a little.

Also, congrats on the 60.000 views. This truly is the most popular story here started in 2020, and one of the best over all. You should be proud of yourself. Few bondage story sites have such quality and it is even better than most "premium" things I have seen. Keep it up!

[bondagefreak]

For those who don't know what [mention]slackywacky[/mention] is talking about, he's referring to my post (here: https://tugstories.com/viewtopic.php?p=78091#p78091) in which I draw attention to the way one author on this site is choosing to share his story.

The story's first chapter was published with the notice that future chapters would be held hostage and only released via private messaging to those who chose to leave comments. Users commenting the first chapter receive the second chapter by PM, and must again drop a public comment on the story thread in order to receive the third chapter and the one after that.

Being outside my line of interest, I was in no position to give feedback on the story itself, but instead chose to post a note about the merits (or lack thereof) of this sharing format. It definitely works, but the fact that it does is a bit disheartening.


The story in question is not receiving any remarkable feedback, but the number of comments it's garnered in just a handful of days is definitely impressive for an F/M + M/F tale. Half the people commenting that story are either long time lurkers, new users or people who haven't posted anything in almost an entire year.

It really goes to show that most folks (present company excluded of course) are only willing to support their authors if they have something to gain from it. It's of no surprise to anyone at this point, but the popularity of the above-mentioned story definitely points to the fact that stories are garnering a LOT more regular readers than what the comments would have us believe.

One of my own stories has amassed a couple thousand reader comments over the past 24 months or so. It might seem impressive at first glance (and I am eternally grateful to those involved), but when coupled with the fact that said story has been averaging 1500+ daily views for the past six months, the number of commenters I get is nowhere even near the 1% mark. Every new chapter I post is accompanied with an almost immediate 3000+ view bump, but taking the 10 comments/per chapter average the story gets, that leaves me with a 0.3% comment rate (in other words, 1 in every 300 readers).

I'm not posting this to demoralize or complain. But the popularity of the story being discussed at the top of this post is a clear indicator that well established stories like Hitchhiker are getting a LOT more recurring readers than what the post count would have us believe.


Other quality works like [mention]TomYi[/mention]'s Alpha Domme story are being enjoyed by many, whilst at the same time being virtually ignored (in the way of comments) by the hordes of readers who know that the author in question will keep publishing no matter how little feedback he/she gets.

Authors here have a lot of work to do.
The revamped New User Introduction thread we composed has helped a little. But we need to make our voices heard on there and we need to remind new users (who often claim to be long time silent readers of this site) that joining the community here is not only about sharing their works and expecting feedback, but also about sharing feedback on the works they've had the pleasure of enjoying during the weeks/months/years prior to their joining us.

STOP!
ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS TALE SO FAR?
ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO THE REST?
DROP THE AUTHOR NOTE IN THE COMMENTS SECTION!

REMEMBER THAT IF YOU'RE NOT A MEMBER, SIGNING UP TAKES
JUST A FEW SECONDS AND IS FREE OF CHARGE.

[antoinedt]

I started reading this story when there was 13 pages in the thread and I've now read through the whole thing in the last week or so and caught up and there is of course still 13 pages.

Eager to read more, I'm really enjoying the story, it's a bit romantic, has good bondage and character personalities and connections. I appreciate how detailed it is, sometimes i get lost in how some roads or a truck is described, but it makes the story feel that much more real all the same.

So yeah, pleasure to read all around. I don't come on this site often so it may not always be lurkers, in my case I just discovered the story recently. I could see myself getting busy with something and then coming back some time later to catch up again.

[slackywacky]

Great post [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] . Thank you.

Thank you too, [mention]antoinedt[/mention] for sharing your experience with this story. The detail is part of this story, allowing you in a sense to travel with the characters on the map.

I understand not everybody will be on the board daily, or even multiple times a day as some might do. The only problem with that is that you have a lot of unread posts to go through and you might miss other good stories. Using the Quick links > Unread posts at the top of the page will show you what is new, but even after a few days, that can be 6 or 7 pages long already. Frequent updates keep my stories on the first several pages of the forums, but completed stories you might like could be on page 5 or 10 or... and that makes them hard to spot if your visits are not that frequent.

BTW, love your tag line... Why do they say "Mmmmmpphhh" for gags that are not covering the mouth or keeping the lips together? Shouldn't it be more like "aaarrrgggghhh"? I guess pirate noises aren't as tasteful..

[Risperdaltied]

Another great chapter - Elsa is pretty much permanently in bondage nowadays - which is just fine with me!

[slackywacky]

Not sure yet if this will be the last chapter before Christmas, I am enjoying writing the current predicament of Elsa (and Denise) so maybe there will be another chapter this week. Thank you to everybody who reacted. Hope you enjoy the next chapter...

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“What’s with the weather today?” I asked Mike as the rain had started again, even picking up in intensity.

He just grinned.

“Welcome to East Texas.”

I knew that we were not in the dry region of Texas yet, this area was green because they would get enough rain during the year. The sound of the rain hitting the tape of the two mummies behind the barn was interesting, kind of relaxing. I wondered what it would sound like while wrapped up inside the cocoon.

“Maybe we should release them?” I asked, sipping the last of the coffee.

I had made some photos on my phone of the two women, so that Elsa could see what she looked like. Preferably I would have used my Nikon, but they are not really built for working in the rain.

“We can release Elsa if you want, she’s been there for 4 hours now. Denise will stay a while longer; she is used to this as this is one of my favorite ways of tying her up. She tells me it relaxes her. If you give me a hand, I’ll cut the tape connecting them, and while you take Elsa, I will put Denise on the ground for a while.”

We walked into the rain, Mike holding a knife, and he cut the wraps of tape he had applied at the women’s legs, waist, and chest. All the tape had done was keep both women against the post with their backs, it did nothing to the mummification they were in.

“Here goes.” He said when he cut the last wrap of tape, the one at their chests.

I tore the tape away from Elsa and lifted her body up. She was so tightly wrapped that she could not even bend. When I picked her up in my arms, her body stayed straight. Luckily, she was not very heavy. After walking back inside, I placed her on a table that was standing in the barn. Looking at it, it was probably the place where the women had been wrapped up, as rolls of tape were lying on a small table next to it.

“Medical scissors are on the left.” Mike told me after walking back into the barn.

I looked outside and saw the tape wrapped body of Denise lying I the grass next to the post. The rain was still coming down. With her being horizontal, she was an even bigger target for the rain. Turning my attention back to Elsa, I spotted the scissors and started to work on her wrapped head. Working slowly, as I did not want to hurt her or cut her hair, I started to cut away the tape, pulling piece by piece away from her head. After removing a few more pieces of tape, I could see Elsa’s eyes. She had to blink against the light in the barn. Mike had turned on the lights as the weather had made the afternoon dreary and dark.

“Hi there.” I said.

Her eyes focused on me and I could see relief in her eyes.

“You going to do more or just stand there staring at her?” Mike asked me after a few minutes.

As usual, I had been staring at Elsa’s eyes, complete forgetting what I was doing. I picked up the scissors again and continued my job of unwrapping Elsa.

“Okay, okay. Stop rushing me.” I grinned.

Mike laughed while I continued unwrapping Elsa’s head. The ballgag in her mouth became visible when I removed the tape on her lower face. It was a large gag, and I could tell it was pulled tight, as the corners of Elsa’s mouth were pulled back by the strap.

“You did a pretty good job.” I said to Mike, who was looking at me cutting Elsa free.

“I used the largest gag that I could fit. It must pop behind their teeth, so that they can’t move it around. I was surprised that Elsa could handle a gag that size.”

“Are you telling me she has a big mouth?” I laughed.

“Yep.” He said.

Finally, I removed the last bit of the wrappings around her head. Luckily, the first layer Mike had applied had been shrink-wrap, so the tape for the second and third layer had not stuck to Elsa’s skin or hair. She did look sweaty.

“I figured I would use shrink-wrap to protect her skin. Denise is not so lucky; the tape is directly applied without any shrink-wrap.”

“That must be fun taking it off.”

“Part of the process.” Mike grinned. “It has been a while I had two ladies wrapped up. The last time was Christmas when my daughter and Denise were wrapped up.”

“You have a daughter?” I asked.

Nothing around the house looked like there was anybody else.

“She is in Vegas. She works as an entertainer for a hotel at the Freemont Street Experience. When she found her mother tied up as a younger kid, she got involved too. She is more daring than her mother, craving the public’s attention. Denise prefers to play in private.”

“We’re heading to Vegas. Maybe we’ll see her when I show Elsa old Vegas. I am planning on staying a few days at home.”

“I remember Elsa telling us you were headed for Vegas.” Mike said. “I would suggest you look her up.”

“You had her wrapped up too?”

“Oh, she loves bondage as much as her mother, maybe more. When she was here for Christmas, we don’t have any family around here, so we celebrate amongst ourselves, she was restrained for the full two weeks she was here, as was Denise. Sometimes just handcuffed, sometimes cocooned. I had a lot of fun keeping them in bondage.”

“Sounds like she indeed loves it.” I said. “Maybe you can tell me more later.”

“Hmmppffff.” Elsa interjected the discussion.

I looked at Elsa and laughed. While I had removed the tape from around her head, I had not removed the ballgag and since the rest of her body was still wrapped up, she could not remove it herself. The bright yellow ball was almost too big for her mouth and it most certainly kept her from talking.

“Are we complaining?” I asked the woman on the table.

She shook her head; Elsa had learned quickly that certain answers brought more trouble for her when she was tied up. I undid the ponytail, letting her blond hair lie loose on the table.

“It sounded like complaining.” Mike said, grinning.

“I know, right?” I replied. “I thought tied up females would know better than to complain.”

Walking away from Elsa to the rear door of the barn, I looked at the other helpless woman, now lying on the floor in the rain. She had probably no idea what was going on, just surviving in her own little world. Not that I felt sorry for her, based on what Mike had said, she was tied up regularly, including being wrapped up like this and she enjoyed it, it was just not something I would do.

“Want a drink?” Mike asked me. “Beer?”

“That sounds like a good idea.” I replied.

Looking at my phone, I noticed it was almost 5 PM. Remembering that I had to pick up a trailer in Dallas, I wrote a quick message to Mandy, telling her I would not be picking up the trailer today. Her reply came a few seconds later…

“No problem. Have they tied up Elsa?”

I grinned. Walking over to where Elsa was lying on the table, I took another picture and attached this one and one of the earlier ones to a text message. The reply came within seconds…

“Wow! That looks intense. Have fun.”

When I let Elsa read the message, she grinned.

“Hmmmpppfffff.”

It looked like she was trying to say something, but while she was gagged, it was just mumbling. And I made no indications that I was going to unwrap more of her just yet. I knew lying on your bound arms was probably not the most relaxing, but I suspected the tape was helping a little in distributing the pressure.

“Here you go.” Mike handed me a beer bottle.

I had no idea where he got it from, until I noticed a fridge in the corner of the barn. It was obvious he spent a lot of time in this place.

“Amazing Donkey” I said, reading the label. “Can’t say I ever heard of that one before.”

“It is a beer from a local brewery here in Longview. It’s called the Oil Horse Brewing Company. They make some good beers. At least, that is my opinion.”

“What is this?” I asked, looking at the bottle.

“That one is called a Nodding Donkey. It’s a pale ale with an IBU of 37.”

I tasted the beer, and it was good. Full of tropical fruit flavors with a hint of caramel.

“Nodding Donkey?” I asked.

Before he could answer, Elsa started to moan. A light buzzing could be heard, so I figured the vibrator had kicked in again. She bucked against the tape holding her, while the intruder in her pussy did its magic.

“Batteries are still good.” Mike grinned. “It’s a different name for a pump jack, the oil rigs you see in Texas.”

“Oh, I know what a pump jack is, I worked on a rig for a while up north, just never heard the Nodding Donkey name. I like it, a good beer.”

I watched Elsa as the vibrator merciless kept going.

“I have some others too if you want to try them. And I will have some steak on the grill a little later, we normally don’t eat till 8 PM. The rain should stop by then and I will release Denise beforehand. If you want, you can stay here for the night and leave for Dallas tomorrow. We have enough space.”

Dallas was only 128 miles from Longview, so I knew I had enough time tomorrow to pick up the trailer. And once I had the 2nd trailer I had to stick to the interstates. D-tours like this visit would be harder.

“I think I’ll keep you up to that. It’s too late today to get the trailer, so we might as well stay here.”

“Do you need a laundry run?”

You could tell Mike was a trucker too, knowing what truckers needed. I nodded.

“I’ll get the stuff from the truck once it stops raining.”

Looking outside, I could tell that the rain was tapering off already. That last burst of heavy rain had been the start of the end for this rainstorm.

“Let’s get this lady out of her cocoon.” I said, paying attention to Elsa again.

It looked like the vibrator had stopped again and Elsa was breathing heavy. I figured she had another orgasm during that last run.

“You want out?” I asked her.

It took a moment before she reacted, still coming down from the high of the orgasm. Her breathing slowed down and finally she nodded.

“Hmmmpppfffff.” She said softly.

After cutting the tape around her neck, I removed the ballgag. It was so big, I had to force it a bit out of her mouth. Elsa worked her jaws a little before she was able to talk again.

“Thank you, that was one big gag.” She said softly.

I worked my way down her front, slowly heading towards her toes. To my surprise I saw that she was naked underneath all the wrappings. Mike noticed my hesitation when I spotted it.

“It was her idea. Denise also is naked; it makes it more comfortable.” He said. “Elsa is pretty open about being naked.”

“Yeah, Scandinavian people are a lot different from Americans with regards to their bodies.” I replied.

I played a little with Elsa’s breasts once I had cut the tape far enough to be able to see them. With her arms still locked behind her, there was not much she could do. I squeezed her nipples to see if she would react.

“En dag kommer han att växa upp.” She grinned.

I had no idea what she said, although I could guess it had something to do with me playing with her breasts.

“Complaining?” I asked her.

“Nope.” She replied, laughing.

I stared at that lovely smile and those fabulous eyes, completely forgetting again what I was doing, my hand just resting on her left breast.

“Here he goes again.” Elsa said, dragging me back to the real world.

“Euh, what?” I stuttered.

“Are you ever going to get me out of this or not?” She asked.

I finally reached her toes and after helping her sit up, she could, with a little help from me as her arms were still tied, get out of the cocoon she had been in for the last 5 hours.

“Can you remove that fucking vibrator?” she asked me, opening her legs.

Just as I pulled it out, it started running again. I almost dropped it on the ground.

“Now you know what I felt whenever that thing went off.” Elsa grinned.

“You are welcome.” Mike grinned.

He knew darn well that she could not prevent him from inserting it after he had tied her hands and wrapped her upper body with the saran wrap. It was not something she had expected, and the thing had caused her to have multiple orgasms, cursing every time it started up. The ones where it only ran for a short period were the frustrating ones, as it did not give her enough time to reach the level she needed for an orgasm.

“That was one special experience.” Elsa said, while sitting on the edge of the table. “You feel really alone. I could feel Denise moving occasionally and the rain hitting the tape, but that was all I could do. Not knowing when I would be released was frustrating. I knew I could use the agreed safety code, but I was not going to bug out unless it was an emergency. And getting stimulated by that vibrator every time did not help.”

Now that she was sitting up, I could finally see her bound arms. Duct tape was wrapped from her elbows to her fingers. I used the scissors one more time and for the first time in a few hours, Elsa was free.

“Washroom?” She asked Mike.

He pointed towards a corner of the barn and Elsa got off the table, making a few unstable steps before she found her footing and walked, still naked, towards the indicated corner.

“She is cute.” Mike commented.

I grinned. Elsa was a head turner indeed. After a few minutes she came back, looking more confident in her movements after being wrapped up in tape for that long. The impressions of the saran wrap and tape were visible all over her body.

“Where is Denise?” She asked Mike.

It was funny to see she was more interested in Denise, than in her clothes.

“Outside at the rear of the barn.” He answered.

Walking to the spot where our two chairs still stood, she looked at the mummy lying in the grass. The rain had finally stopped.

“Are you going to leave her there?” Elsa asked.

“For now, yes.” Mike replied. “She’s been in similar bondage for 12 hours before. Once I start the barbeque I will let her out. She will be hungry.”

“That is a long time.” Elsa added. “And I agree, I am hungry, so she will be hungry too.”

“You had breakfast.” Mike laughed.

“Yeah, but that was almost 12 hours ago. You kept me tied up most of that time. And all that because I lost a bet.” Elsa said. “Now where are my clothes?”

[Gagfan]

Enjoyable as always, I truly wonder at this point if there is any sort of bondage scenario that would actually overwhelm Elsa at this point lol

[Bandit666]

Yet again a wonderful and entertaining update and I’m now curious as to what will happen before they leave for Dallas and what they’ll get up to once back in Vegas with Mikes daughter.

Keep up the great work with this story and ‘bondage model by choice’. And let’s hope plenty of readers will get the hint and offer the comments and support they both deserve

Bandit666