01 - Revenge Kidnapping
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By Dave A.
Thursday March 9th 2000 06:33:09
This is an account of my first bondage experience where I had not been tied up by my own hand. I had been into bondage since I was a child, but my fascination had never been fully realized until my senior year of college.
That year I was living in a dorm, still, and my buddy Dan shared an off-campus apartment with two female friends. Yes, I secretly hated him. To make a long story short and get to the good stuff, I had been asked by Dan one evening to pick up his roommates, Erin and Lisa, at a local restaurant where they both worked. I believe that they were scheduled to get off around 10 or so that evening, but I do not remember too well because I went to a party that night and had way too much to drink. First let me say in my defense that I had fully intended to pick up the girls that night, I just sort of forgot.
The next morning I got a call from Dan who was understandably angry since he had been paged off his date to pick up his roommates. I apologized and since we were pretty good friends, all was forgiven. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it.
A few hours later, Lisa called and proceeded to yell at me for what I had done to she and Erin the night before. Lisa was in no mood to hear an apology and since she wouldn't listen to reason on the phone I hung up on her.
About two and a half weeks later, a Friday, I decided to call Dan up to see if he wanted to go out for a few drinks. Erin answered the phone and said that Dan was out running errands and to go ahead and come by. Unbeknownst to me at the time, Dan had gone home for the weekend. I had no idea of the trap that I was about to walk into.
When I got to Dan's apartment, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Being somewhat concerned, I slowly opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. The light was on in the living room, and at first glance nothing appeared to be stolen. That's when it happened. Suddenly the light was turned off and the room was plunged into darkness. I felt someone hit me in the stomach and doubled over in pain. A pillowcase was thrown over my head and I was pushed to the floor. There was a well placed knee jamming itself painfully into the small of my back, my head was being pulled back inside the pillowcase, and my arms were being stretched out on the floor above my head. Before I knew it, my wrists had been securely bound with rope. The pillowcase was removed and light flooded into my eyes.
"Now what is this about!" I stammered angrily.
Erin and Lisa stood on either side of me, each tightly holding an arm and grinning evilly.
"This is about the rude way you treated us the other night, and how you're going to get what you've got coming to you" said Erin.
The girls dragged me into their bedroom. I tried to fight them, but with my hands tied it was no use. I tried not to move my legs, but they would kick me in the knees when I would stop. The next thing I knew, my arms were raised tightly above my head, my wrists tied to a clothes hook bolted to the back of the bedroom door.
"Guys, look I'm sorry, I really..."
"Save it!" shouted Erin, cutting me off. Immediately she unfastened my pants and grabbed my testicles with her hand. I'm sure I looked quite scared at this point, but Erin was grinning from ear to ear.
"Now, I want you to hold very still or I will squeeze very, very hard."
I meekly nodded my compliance to her demand and stood there quietly while Lisa took some scissors and began to cut my t-shirt off. After my shirt was removed, Lisa took off my sneakers and socks, then my pants and underwear until I was totally naked. Being bound naked in front of two very attractive women was having the obvious effect on me, and Lisa remarked at how stiff I was.
"Yes," said Erin "it's too bad the only way you men can think is with those things. We'll use it to torture you later."
"Look, I'm very sorry about the other night. I really didn't mean to forget about you guys, honest."
"You had your chance to explain" said Lisa, "now its time to be quiet."
With that, she crammed my underwear in my mouth as far as it would go and tied a bandanna around my head to hold it in place. I was released from the hook and sat in a wooden ladderback chair in the dining room. A good deal of rope was wrapped around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides and tight against the chair. My wrists were untied, and then retied down to the sides of the chair. Some rope was wrapped around the tops of my legs holding me to the seat and finally my ankles were tied.
"That should hold you good for a while" Erin said. "We're going to pick up some goodies for you and go by our sorority house to bring some friends over for the fun we promised them. Make yourself comfortable, we won't be gone too long." They waved, giggled and finally left.
Now, under different circumstances, I would have been content to stay right where I was. However, the girls seemed to be rather upset with me at the moment, and I didn't think that my time with them was going to be all that pleasureable. So, I immediately began to struggle. My bonds were rather tight, and after twenty minutes of trying to get loose, it seemed that all I did was work myself into a sweat I did manage to work a few coils of rope that were around my body over the tops of my shoulders. It let me bend over a bit, but that was all. That was when I came to a few realizations. First, I wasn't blindfolded. Secondly, I was near the kitchen where things to cut myself loose were kept, and third although my ankles were tied, my feet weren't tied to the frame of the chair. I looked down and saw that the knot was to the back of the tie, next to my heels. I swung my legs to the right side of the chair, and tried to bend my feet to the back where my right hand was tied against the frame. Luckily I was able to reach the knot, and after some work I was able to get my feet untied. I now found that I could stand, with the chair bound to me, and since my legs weren't tied below my knees I carefully made my way into the kitchen.
The utensil drawers were at about the same height as my hands, so I began opening drawers looking for a knife. I found where the knives were kept, but found that with my hands tied to the chair, I couldn't reach over the edge of the drawer to pick one up. I had the thought to pick one up with my mouth, but the gag made it impossible. I then thought of ways to remove the gag, and after a second inspiration came. I made my way back into the girls' bedroom. I must have been a sight, shuffling around naked while tied to a chair. Lucky for me I didn't trip, and even luckier they had left their closet open. I worked my way inside and sat myself down again. I wanted to get a clothes hanger, but with my legs tied to the seat of the chair, I couldn't get my feet up high enough. Eventually, I figured out that if I tilted the chair back against the opposite wall, I could barely get at one of the hangers with my toes. I kicked it off the bar, and with a couple of jerks, righted the chair.
By grabbing the hanger with my toes, I was able to pass it back to one of my tied hands. Fortunately, my earlier struggles had loosened my upper body somewhat and I was able to bend over enough to slip the hook of the hanger under my gag. Much to my relief I pulled the bandana down around my neck and spat out the underwear.
I hobbled back into the kitchen and was now able to get the knife with my mouth. I dropped it on the floor and again using my feet to pass the knife back to a hand, I was able to cut a wrist loose. After that I was free in less than three minutes.
It seemed that the girls had taken my clothes, save for my underwear. I rummaged through Dan's things and found a pair of jeans that would fit and threw on a t-shirt. Unfortunately I didn't find any shoes that I could wear, with my car keys in my jeans pocket it was going to be a long walk back to the dorm barefoot. I quickly decided that I should get moving and began the trek. I had not even made it out of the complex parking lot before I saw a familiar car turn in ahead of me...
Dave A.
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