01 - Post Exam Games
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By Cobra
2000-08-11 07:47:37
Post Exam Games
Hi, this event happened just a few weeks ago; I've just finished my second year in University and we finished our exams at the beginning of June. The results weren't posted until the end of June (I passed!). A lot of people go home to wait but a few of us hung around the University, essentially with almost a month's complete freedom. The University I'm at is campus style, where everything is on the same secure site. In particular the halls of residence are also on site. Historically, the halls are segregated, with a short (just over a quater mile) path linking them through a spinney (small wood). As you might imagine, this path is very well trodden!
Anyway, one Friday evening, I was in my room when there was a knock on the door. It was my girlfriend Pat. She came in any I went over to my desk to tidy up the books I'd been sorting out. Pat followed me and gently slipped her arms though mine, pulling them behind me and quickly snapping on a pair of handcuffs. While surprised, this didn't worry me too much, we've regularly played bondage games in the 18 months we've been going out. The surprise handcuff trick was one we both used quite a lot and was usually the precursor to a "heavy" evening.
I turned around to see Pat reach up under her skirt and take off her panties. She rolled them up and stuffed them in my mouth, securing them with a strip of tape. I sat down on my bed, expecting her to tie my legs before treating me to a tasteful striptease, which she usually did to get these evenings started. But instead, she said "Sorry, not tonight lover boy, we've something quite different in store for you!"
With that, she went over to the door, opened it and said "OK, I've got him." Three more girls from Pat's hall came in, one of them carrying a black bag with what looked like a dog collar around the entrance. Indeed it was and very quickly, it was pulled over my head and the collar fastened around my neck, not tight enough to grip my neck but tight enough that it wouldn't slip back over my chin. I was effectively blindfolded, except that there was a slight light leak around the bottom of the bag. I heard a click, which I later learned, was a small padlock securing the collar in place.
I was struggling as best I could but the handcuffs and the four girls made this a fruitless exercise. They pushed me back on the bed and one of them sat on my chest to hold me down. I felt them remove my socks and my shoes, then my jeans and underpants. I was glad of the head bag at this point to hide my blushes. Next, amongst lots of giggles, they shaved my legs and the rest, fortunately using an electric razor, so no nicks. Then I felt a tight pair of panties being pulled up my legs and my modesty was restored.
Next, a pair of pantyhose, which I have to admit, felt rather nice against my newly shaved legs! A second pair of panties over the top completed this phase, the multiple layers being to prevent unwanted "bulges".
My ankles were then tied together and they allowed me to stand up. One girl held each of my arms as the handcuffs were removed. My remaining body hair was removed and then I felt a bra being put on me followed by a silky blouse that buttoned up the front, though it wasn't done up yet. My hands were recuffed behind my back. The bra cups were filled out with some kind of cloth and the blouse was buttoned up.
Their next move surprised me. I felt a rope being tied around my waist with the two ends hanging down in front. They were pushed between my legs and pulled up and fastened in the back. I'd been crotch-roped! I didn't think crotch ropes did much for guys - wrong - they'd positioned it very carefully!
Finally, I felt a straight skirt being pulled up my legs and zipped up. I could feel the hem 2-3" above my knees. A pair of shoes with 2" heels completed the ensemble. They sat me down on the bed and left Pat to guard me while they went off to help elsewhere.
Pat whispered to me that she was sorry she'd had to do this to me but there wasn't any way she could really get out of it. Anyway, she said, I think you'll enjoy it, though you will be a bit tired when you are through. I tried to communicate with her, but the gag made this impossible. I struggled against the restraints but secretly, I was quite excited at what the evening may hold in store for me and I knew that with Pat involved, I would come to no real harm.
After a while, probably about 30 minutes but it seemed longer as I was unable to see, I heard a knock at the door and more girls re-entered, probably the ones who had "prepared" me. I felt my ankle bonds being released but immediately replaced with a "hobble" - a rope about 18" long with the ends tied round my ankles, to restrict the steps I could take. I was escorted outside into the corridor and I felt something being clipped to my collar. One of the girls gave the order to move on and as I shuffled down the corridor, I realised I'd been clipped to some kind of chain.
We stopped a couple more times, presumably for the addition of more captives, and then we were led along the corridor, down the stairs to ground level (with my arms held by a girl each side to prevent me falling). We were led outside and from the direction we took, along the path towards the girls' hall. We shuffled (because of the hobbles) along for a while - I estimated we must have been about half way along the path. Then we were ordered to stop.
We stood for a few minutes, then my collar was unclipped from the chain. I was backed up until I felt the coarse bark of a tree at my back. My handcuffs were removed and my arms pulled back behind the tree, my wrists crossed and tied tightly with soft rope. My legs were tied together at the ankles and knees, with the excess rope being tied off behind the tree. My waist, chest and shoulders were tied to the tree to complete my bondage. A few struggles confirmed that escape was impossible. I felt something being pinned to my blouse but had no idea what it could be. Then I sensed a bright flash, which was a photograph being taken for the record. Then I sensed my captors moving away and relative silence descended.
I heard the clock on the village church in the distance chime 9 o'clock. Periodically, I heard voices approaching, giggles and laughs as the passers by saw the assembled captives, and occasionally, a hand being slipped up my skirt, with accompanying giggles as my crotch rope and indeed, my gender, were discovered. The frequency of passers by reduced over the next hour or so and after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the clock once again chime 10 o'clock. These would be the last chimes until 8 a.m. the following morning, since the chimes were turned off after 10 to preserve the villagers sleep. I wondered how much longer I would be here.
The frequency of people passing increased again some time later, presumably people returning to hall after the bars had closed, and then, eventually, silence again. But still no sign of release.
I was beginning to feel very tired and began to slump in my ropes. I discovered that they had been tied in such a way that they would support me reasonably comfortably. Eventually, I drifted off into a fitful sleep.
The dawn chorus awakened me, with light just beginning to seep into the bottom of the bag around my neck. I guessed it must be around 5 a.m. in which case, I'd been held captive for close on 10 hours. I heard voices approaching and soon, I felt my bonds being released. My wrists were handcuffed behind my back once again and I was led away with just the cuffs, the head bag and of course, the gag. I was led towards the girls' hall, inside and up the stairs in the general direction of Pat's room.
When we got there, the door was opened and I was led in. I felt the collar on the bag being unlocked and unbuckled and finally the bag was pulled from my head. My captor said "OK, Pat, he's all yours!" and she left, locking the door behind me. Pat didn't say anything. I blinked as my eyes got used to the light and the reason for Pat's silence was obvious. She'd been tied up and gagged and was lying on her bed in a hogtie!
I moved over and sat beside her and after around 30 minutes, with my hands cuffed behind me, had managed to feel my way to untie her hogtie rope and loosen her wrists enough for her to wriggle free. She took off her tape gag and pulled a pair of panties from her mouth. She ungagged me next - I was very happy to spit out the now soaked panties from my mouth too. She then untied her ankles and came over to look at my handcuffs.
I asked her to remove the remaining crotch rope, which she did and then said the bad news was that she didn't have a key to the cuffs. The best she could do was to help wriggle them over my butt and pull my legs through them, which hurt a little as they dug in but at least my hands were in front which reduced the strain on my shoulders. I was also able to see what the hands up my skirt had been about - the thing I had felt being pinned to my blouse was a notice saying "Please goose me"!
I went to the bathroom and then we both went back to sleep for a few hours. Pat was already up when I awoke. She'd been along to ask about the keys to the cuffs. She'd been told she could have them at 5 p.m. that evening, so I would have to spend the day cuffed. She's also been told to keep me in my girl's outfit for the day too! This would be a fun day - not! I discovered that in all 18 guys from my hall had been kidnapped and held prisoner. We were all around in Pat's hall for the Saturday, some with their hands in front like me, others with them still behind their backs.
Pat and I spent most of the day in her room and what we got up to isn't for here. Some of the girls had taken their boyfriends out and about on campus and a few brave souls, even into the village.
At 5 p.m. the keys were delivered to Pat's room and at last, after 22 hours, I was completely free. We went back over to my place and I gratefully changed back into my own clothes and we went out for a quiet celebration dinner at the local Indian restaurant.
I'm sure Pat and I will continue our (private) bondage games in the future. The only worry is that she said she thought I looked rather nice in a skirt!
In the words of the famous actor, Mr. B. Bunny, "That's all folks!"
Hope you enjoyed it.
Pete W.
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