Taped_Up_David : 01 - Held Captive in Dorm Room (F+/M)
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01 - Held Captive in Dorm Room
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By Taped_Up_David
Saturday, July 2nd 2005 - 03:43:48 PM
The following story is a little long, but I have left it in one piece because I think you will like it enough to spend the time scrolling through. The story is 100 percent true. Some details have been left out to keep it clean enough to post here. I have many more true stories if you like this one. I have been tied up by dozens of women on several hundred occasions, but this was the first.
I was a freshman at Indiana University, and living in a 10 story dorm that was co-ed by floor. I lived on the 4th floor, which was a men’s floor. I had made friends with a girl named Jenna who lived on the all-girl 8th floor. I often would hang out with Jenna in her room and help her with her studies or just watch television. One Friday night, I was in Jenna’s room watching television with her and her three friends – Marcia, Lisa, and Doris. All four of these girls were very attractive. Jenna was a blond, athletic beauty who was captain of the tennis team. Lisa was a tall, slender Hispanic girl with long black hair. Marcia and Doris were both very attractive, and both had nice bodies, good tans, and light brown hair. I always felt very lucky to be hanging out with them, and secretly hoped that I would someday become more than friends with at least one of them.
Anyway, we were watching an episode of Hawaii Five-O on television in which a blond, female detective was being held captive in a boat. She was bound and gagged, and putting up a struggle. I was quite aroused by this bondage scene, and since I was wearing a pair of shorts, I was unable to hide my state of arousal. The girl named Lisa pointed at my erection and asked in a shocked voice “what is that? Are you turned on by this?” I was stumbling for an answer, when she asked another question. “Do you think it’s funny that that lady is all tied up?” In one of the dumbest moments of my life, I said “yeah, she looks pretty funny to me.” With that, Lisa said, “well, let’s see how funny it is if you’re the one tied up.” She proceeded to grab a pair of panty hose that were lying on a nearby chair, and tied my hands in front of me. I was so surprised that I didn’t really put up a fight. She told the other girls, “come on, let’s tie him up some more. They all quickly agreed and grabbed another pair of panty hose out of the closet. Doris used them to tie my feet together They left me tied up like that while we continued to watch the lady detective’s predicament on television. This was the first time I had been tied up, and somehow, the excitement of being bound myself, and seeing the blond on t.v. struggling to get free made me so excited I thought I would explode. I just sat and enjoyed it till the lady detective was rescued at the end of the show.
When the television show ended, I figured the fun was over, so I started to slip my hands out of the bonds on my wrists. They had tied the panty hose pretty tight, so I did have to struggle, but there was enough give in them that I knew I could get loose in just a minute or so. Marcia had a different idea. She yelled, “hey, where do you think you’re going? This isn’t some t.v. show, and we’re not done with you.” I got a sudden jolt of fear at the sound of that, so I yanked my hands free and thought I would run for the door. I forgot, though, that my ankles were still tied, so I did not get a chance to run for it before they all four jumped on top of me and grabbed my arms. We fell onto one of the beds in the room, and they pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists again with the panty hose. This time, though, they tied them much tighter. Jenna said, “he got his hands loose pretty easy, so let’s make it harder this time.” With that, she took a roll of white athletic tape out of her closet and taped my wrists together over the panty hose. She used the whole roll, and wrapped it around my wrists, then between them, to cinch the whole thing together. There was no way I could get my hands loose now. Next, they untied the panty hose from my ankles, and retied them much tighter, but first they took off my shorts. After they retied my ankles with the panty hose, they used another roll of the athletic tape to make sure the job was done right. Again they used the whole roll of tape, and wrapped it around my ankles over the panty hose, then between my ankles to cinch it all together in a very tight and secure bond. I have to admit, I was starting to get a little bit afraid. I knew that I was now at their mercy.
Laying on the bed, bound hand and foot, with four athletic women standing over me and scowling down at me was a little scary, but what really had me sweating was the fact that I was now naked. This was both scary and thrilling at the same time. I didn’t really know if I wanted to struggle to get free, not that I could with the way they had me trussed up. Lisa was the first to speak. “So, why do you think you got so excited by seeing that women tied up?” Like an idiot, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I guess because I liked the idea of her being tied up so I could fantasize about what I would do to her while she was tied up if I was the one that tied her.” “Oh yeah”, said Lisa, “and just what would you have done to her?” I realized at that point that I had made another tactical error in telling them this, because now I would only be giving them ideas that I didn’t want them to have while they had me tied up like this. So, I just said “oh, nothing really.” “Liar”, said Lisa, “you had some pretty good ideas about what you would do, didn’t you? Well, I have some pretty good ideas too, and we’re going to try them all out on you before you get out of here.”
Oops!
The girls all took turns teasing me, tickling me, taunting me, and telling me what more they were going to do to me next. I’m not going to go into a lot of the details of this now, but ask me, and I’ll give you details later. After about 3 hours of this, there was a knock on the door. It was the Resident Assistant (like a floor monitor or house mother). “Open up”, she said, “ I’ve had a report that there are some strange noises coming from your room.” “Oh, crap!” said Brenna, “What do we do now?” I could have told them, but Doris was holding my mouth shut with a very tight hand-gag. “I’m sorry”, said Brenna through the door, “we were just listening to a show on television, and maybe we had it turned up too loud.” “Well, make sure you turn it down” said the R.A. “Open the door, so I can check out your room. You don’t have any liquor in there, do you?” Brenna opened the door just a crack, and said “no, we don’t have any liquor in here, and I can’t let you in right now, because I’m not dressed” (It was true, but that is part of the story that can’t be told here). “O.K., said the R.A., but if I hear anything unusual coming from in there the rest of the night, I’ll come back and you’re going to have to let me in.” “Oh, you won’t hear a thing”, said Brenna as she closed the door and turned to me with an evil smile on her face.
“You heard the woman”, said Brenna, “She doesn’t want to hear anything, so we’re going to have to make sure she doesn’t. With that, she picked up her panties, which were lying on the floor, and walked over to where I was laying on the bed. “Doris is going to take her hand off of your mouth, and when she does, I want you to open your mouth wide, but you had better not make a sound, or you will be very, very sorry!” I didn’t want to find out what she meant by very, very sorry, so I did as I was told, and Brenna stuffed the panties into my mouth. Next, she got a silk belt off of a bath robe, and stuck it between my teeth, then tied it behind my head, forming a very tight cleave gag over the panties. But she didn’t stop there. She got yet another roll of the white athletic tape (she had a whole box of it, because she had to tape a knee injury for tennis) and proceeded to wrap it around my head till the whole thing was gone. I could hardly breathe, yet alone make a sound. I was beginning to understand that I was in some serious trouble here.
I was now completely bound, and gagged so that I couldn’t make a sound, and remained this way for another 3 hours, during which all 4 girls sat on me and tickled my feet, teased me by rubbing areas of my body to excite me, and lightly spanked me, all the while teasing me and asking if that is what I would have done to that lady on t.v. if I had her tied up. Of course, I couldn’t answer them through the gag, but they didn’t care.
It was now getting pretty late. I had been tied up all told for about 7 hours. I had been thoroughly humiliated by the girls, and they were getting tired. Lisa said she was going to bed, and Marcia said she would be leaving too. Brenna and Doris shared the room we were in, and they said they were getting tired too, and would be going to bed soon. Great, I thought, now they’ll finally let me go. I made some muffled sounds through my gag, that they somehow must have figured out meant “what about me?” Lisa just laughed and said “you’re not getting out yet. We’re going to keep you like that all night, so that you have a lot of time to think about how insensitive you are, thinking that it’s funny for a woman to be tied up.” Then Brenna asked “But what are we going to do with him? We can’t leave him here because the Resident Assistant might come back and want to check the room out, and we can’t have her find him here like that.” What they came up with sent chill’s down my spine.
Brenna’s room was directly across the hall from the one restroom on the floor. The girls agreed that they were going to leave me there for the night so that none of them would get caught with me in their room. They made me hop across the hall to the restroom while they held me up to keep me from falling over. I tried to keep from moving, because I did not like this plan at all, but they pushed me when I stood still, and I was afraid I would fall over and hurt myself. Finally, they got me to the restroom. There were four toilet stalls on one wall, with two shower stalls at the far end. On the other side of the room was a small, separate room with a bathtub. The room had a door like a shower stall, open at the top and bottom. The girls forced me into that room as I tried to put up more of a struggle. They laid me down in the bathtub. Lisa said that I might be able to get out of the tub and hop away if I could stand up. She instructed Brenna to get another pair of panty hose and another roll of tape. Brenna was only too pleased to help out, and returned in no time with the necessary supplies. Lisa used the pair of panty hose to tie my hands to my feet in a very, very tight hogtie. Next, she wrapped the tape numerous times between my wrists and ankle, over the panty hose, and then wrapped it yet again around my wrists so that I could not get to the end of it to get loose.
I felt like I was going to die! I was completely bound and gagged. Laying in a bathtub in a girls restroom. Hogtied so that I couldn’t possibly get up. Tied with panty hose, then taped over that so that there was no way I was going to get loose, and with that the girls said good by and left. They latched the door from the inside, then crawled under the door and disappeared. I was all alone and utterly helpless.
A short time later someone came in the restroom and went to a toilet stall. I could hear her as she peed, and then she came out and went to a sink to wash her hands. I couldn’t think straight. Did I want to make a noise and hope that she would find me to set me free, or was I too ashamed of the way I was, still naked, to let her see me. I felt a genuine flush of panic as I pondered the dilemma. I opted to stay quite, and tried to work on the bonds at my wrists and ankles in order to get myself free before anyone found me like this. I tried to get the gag off my mouth so that I could at least talk to someone and let them know of my predicament and warn them to get something to cover me before they let me loose. Try as I might, however, I could not make any progress in getting the tape loose. The bonds were so tight that I couldn’t slip my hands or feet out of them. The combination of the panty hose and tape was so strong that I couldn’t break them. I was definitely stuck. Several more women came and went during the night, and used the toilet and sink. I stayed quiet so that I wouldn’t be found in this condition. I just hoped that the Brenna would come in first and let me loose. No such luck.
I drifted off into a light sleep a couple times, but only for a moment, because I was very uncomfortable, and was afraid I would suffocate if I slept with the gag in my mouth. After what seemed like many hours, the traffic into the restroom picked up significantly. I realized it was now morning, and many of the 50 girls on the floor were coming in to take their showers. Still no Brenna. A couple of times, someone would knock on the door to the room I was in. They wanted to use the bathtub, and couldn’t tell if anyone was in there because they didn’t hear any water splashing around. I was terrified! I just knew that I was going to be found like this before Brenna or Lisa came to let me go. At one point, a girl knocked on the door several times with no answer and said she thought the door had been latched accidentally, and that she was going crawl under the door to open it. This was it! Now I was going to be found naked, bound and gagged. Thoughts went through my mind like would they let me go, or would they keep me here themselves? Would they call the police? Would the story be in the newspaper? All I could think of was to stop the girl from coming into the room. At that moment, I felt the water faucet with my feet, and without really thinking, I turned the water on. The girl stopped, and said something rude about not answering, but she left to use the shower. Just as I felt relief at not being found like this, I realized with sudden panic that I had another problem. The water was running, and I had no idea if the tub would fill up, or if the water was hot or cold. Fortunately it was room temp, and the drain was open, so the tub did not fill up. I left the water running so that nobody else would try to crawl under the door. All morning long, the restroom was filled with women taking showers and going to the bathroom. They talked and giggled, and never knew what was tucked away in the bathtub. What would they have done if they had? I didn’t want to find out. It was a Saturday now, and there was a home football game. Everybody was talking about going. I heard someone mention that it was 1:00 and time to get to the game. 1:00!!! I had been here bound and gagged, struggling to get free, yet trying to stay quiet to avoid detection for over 12 hours. With the 7 hours in Brenna’s room, I had been trussed up in one form or another for over 20 hours. How was I going to get out of here?
Let me know if you want to hear about how I got out, and how I got revenge.
Taped_Up_David
david46383@yahoo.com
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01 - Held Captive in Dorm Room
Story index at the bottom
By Taped_Up_David
Saturday, July 2nd 2005 - 03:43:48 PM
The following story is a little long, but I have left it in one piece because I think you will like it enough to spend the time scrolling through. The story is 100 percent true. Some details have been left out to keep it clean enough to post here. I have many more true stories if you like this one. I have been tied up by dozens of women on several hundred occasions, but this was the first.
I was a freshman at Indiana University, and living in a 10 story dorm that was co-ed by floor. I lived on the 4th floor, which was a men’s floor. I had made friends with a girl named Jenna who lived on the all-girl 8th floor. I often would hang out with Jenna in her room and help her with her studies or just watch television. One Friday night, I was in Jenna’s room watching television with her and her three friends – Marcia, Lisa, and Doris. All four of these girls were very attractive. Jenna was a blond, athletic beauty who was captain of the tennis team. Lisa was a tall, slender Hispanic girl with long black hair. Marcia and Doris were both very attractive, and both had nice bodies, good tans, and light brown hair. I always felt very lucky to be hanging out with them, and secretly hoped that I would someday become more than friends with at least one of them.
Anyway, we were watching an episode of Hawaii Five-O on television in which a blond, female detective was being held captive in a boat. She was bound and gagged, and putting up a struggle. I was quite aroused by this bondage scene, and since I was wearing a pair of shorts, I was unable to hide my state of arousal. The girl named Lisa pointed at my erection and asked in a shocked voice “what is that? Are you turned on by this?” I was stumbling for an answer, when she asked another question. “Do you think it’s funny that that lady is all tied up?” In one of the dumbest moments of my life, I said “yeah, she looks pretty funny to me.” With that, Lisa said, “well, let’s see how funny it is if you’re the one tied up.” She proceeded to grab a pair of panty hose that were lying on a nearby chair, and tied my hands in front of me. I was so surprised that I didn’t really put up a fight. She told the other girls, “come on, let’s tie him up some more. They all quickly agreed and grabbed another pair of panty hose out of the closet. Doris used them to tie my feet together They left me tied up like that while we continued to watch the lady detective’s predicament on television. This was the first time I had been tied up, and somehow, the excitement of being bound myself, and seeing the blond on t.v. struggling to get free made me so excited I thought I would explode. I just sat and enjoyed it till the lady detective was rescued at the end of the show.
When the television show ended, I figured the fun was over, so I started to slip my hands out of the bonds on my wrists. They had tied the panty hose pretty tight, so I did have to struggle, but there was enough give in them that I knew I could get loose in just a minute or so. Marcia had a different idea. She yelled, “hey, where do you think you’re going? This isn’t some t.v. show, and we’re not done with you.” I got a sudden jolt of fear at the sound of that, so I yanked my hands free and thought I would run for the door. I forgot, though, that my ankles were still tied, so I did not get a chance to run for it before they all four jumped on top of me and grabbed my arms. We fell onto one of the beds in the room, and they pulled my arms behind me and tied my wrists again with the panty hose. This time, though, they tied them much tighter. Jenna said, “he got his hands loose pretty easy, so let’s make it harder this time.” With that, she took a roll of white athletic tape out of her closet and taped my wrists together over the panty hose. She used the whole roll, and wrapped it around my wrists, then between them, to cinch the whole thing together. There was no way I could get my hands loose now. Next, they untied the panty hose from my ankles, and retied them much tighter, but first they took off my shorts. After they retied my ankles with the panty hose, they used another roll of the athletic tape to make sure the job was done right. Again they used the whole roll of tape, and wrapped it around my ankles over the panty hose, then between my ankles to cinch it all together in a very tight and secure bond. I have to admit, I was starting to get a little bit afraid. I knew that I was now at their mercy.
Laying on the bed, bound hand and foot, with four athletic women standing over me and scowling down at me was a little scary, but what really had me sweating was the fact that I was now naked. This was both scary and thrilling at the same time. I didn’t really know if I wanted to struggle to get free, not that I could with the way they had me trussed up. Lisa was the first to speak. “So, why do you think you got so excited by seeing that women tied up?” Like an idiot, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “I guess because I liked the idea of her being tied up so I could fantasize about what I would do to her while she was tied up if I was the one that tied her.” “Oh yeah”, said Lisa, “and just what would you have done to her?” I realized at that point that I had made another tactical error in telling them this, because now I would only be giving them ideas that I didn’t want them to have while they had me tied up like this. So, I just said “oh, nothing really.” “Liar”, said Lisa, “you had some pretty good ideas about what you would do, didn’t you? Well, I have some pretty good ideas too, and we’re going to try them all out on you before you get out of here.”
Oops!
The girls all took turns teasing me, tickling me, taunting me, and telling me what more they were going to do to me next. I’m not going to go into a lot of the details of this now, but ask me, and I’ll give you details later. After about 3 hours of this, there was a knock on the door. It was the Resident Assistant (like a floor monitor or house mother). “Open up”, she said, “ I’ve had a report that there are some strange noises coming from your room.” “Oh, crap!” said Brenna, “What do we do now?” I could have told them, but Doris was holding my mouth shut with a very tight hand-gag. “I’m sorry”, said Brenna through the door, “we were just listening to a show on television, and maybe we had it turned up too loud.” “Well, make sure you turn it down” said the R.A. “Open the door, so I can check out your room. You don’t have any liquor in there, do you?” Brenna opened the door just a crack, and said “no, we don’t have any liquor in here, and I can’t let you in right now, because I’m not dressed” (It was true, but that is part of the story that can’t be told here). “O.K., said the R.A., but if I hear anything unusual coming from in there the rest of the night, I’ll come back and you’re going to have to let me in.” “Oh, you won’t hear a thing”, said Brenna as she closed the door and turned to me with an evil smile on her face.
“You heard the woman”, said Brenna, “She doesn’t want to hear anything, so we’re going to have to make sure she doesn’t. With that, she picked up her panties, which were lying on the floor, and walked over to where I was laying on the bed. “Doris is going to take her hand off of your mouth, and when she does, I want you to open your mouth wide, but you had better not make a sound, or you will be very, very sorry!” I didn’t want to find out what she meant by very, very sorry, so I did as I was told, and Brenna stuffed the panties into my mouth. Next, she got a silk belt off of a bath robe, and stuck it between my teeth, then tied it behind my head, forming a very tight cleave gag over the panties. But she didn’t stop there. She got yet another roll of the white athletic tape (she had a whole box of it, because she had to tape a knee injury for tennis) and proceeded to wrap it around my head till the whole thing was gone. I could hardly breathe, yet alone make a sound. I was beginning to understand that I was in some serious trouble here.
I was now completely bound, and gagged so that I couldn’t make a sound, and remained this way for another 3 hours, during which all 4 girls sat on me and tickled my feet, teased me by rubbing areas of my body to excite me, and lightly spanked me, all the while teasing me and asking if that is what I would have done to that lady on t.v. if I had her tied up. Of course, I couldn’t answer them through the gag, but they didn’t care.
It was now getting pretty late. I had been tied up all told for about 7 hours. I had been thoroughly humiliated by the girls, and they were getting tired. Lisa said she was going to bed, and Marcia said she would be leaving too. Brenna and Doris shared the room we were in, and they said they were getting tired too, and would be going to bed soon. Great, I thought, now they’ll finally let me go. I made some muffled sounds through my gag, that they somehow must have figured out meant “what about me?” Lisa just laughed and said “you’re not getting out yet. We’re going to keep you like that all night, so that you have a lot of time to think about how insensitive you are, thinking that it’s funny for a woman to be tied up.” Then Brenna asked “But what are we going to do with him? We can’t leave him here because the Resident Assistant might come back and want to check the room out, and we can’t have her find him here like that.” What they came up with sent chill’s down my spine.
Brenna’s room was directly across the hall from the one restroom on the floor. The girls agreed that they were going to leave me there for the night so that none of them would get caught with me in their room. They made me hop across the hall to the restroom while they held me up to keep me from falling over. I tried to keep from moving, because I did not like this plan at all, but they pushed me when I stood still, and I was afraid I would fall over and hurt myself. Finally, they got me to the restroom. There were four toilet stalls on one wall, with two shower stalls at the far end. On the other side of the room was a small, separate room with a bathtub. The room had a door like a shower stall, open at the top and bottom. The girls forced me into that room as I tried to put up more of a struggle. They laid me down in the bathtub. Lisa said that I might be able to get out of the tub and hop away if I could stand up. She instructed Brenna to get another pair of panty hose and another roll of tape. Brenna was only too pleased to help out, and returned in no time with the necessary supplies. Lisa used the pair of panty hose to tie my hands to my feet in a very, very tight hogtie. Next, she wrapped the tape numerous times between my wrists and ankle, over the panty hose, and then wrapped it yet again around my wrists so that I could not get to the end of it to get loose.
I felt like I was going to die! I was completely bound and gagged. Laying in a bathtub in a girls restroom. Hogtied so that I couldn’t possibly get up. Tied with panty hose, then taped over that so that there was no way I was going to get loose, and with that the girls said good by and left. They latched the door from the inside, then crawled under the door and disappeared. I was all alone and utterly helpless.
A short time later someone came in the restroom and went to a toilet stall. I could hear her as she peed, and then she came out and went to a sink to wash her hands. I couldn’t think straight. Did I want to make a noise and hope that she would find me to set me free, or was I too ashamed of the way I was, still naked, to let her see me. I felt a genuine flush of panic as I pondered the dilemma. I opted to stay quite, and tried to work on the bonds at my wrists and ankles in order to get myself free before anyone found me like this. I tried to get the gag off my mouth so that I could at least talk to someone and let them know of my predicament and warn them to get something to cover me before they let me loose. Try as I might, however, I could not make any progress in getting the tape loose. The bonds were so tight that I couldn’t slip my hands or feet out of them. The combination of the panty hose and tape was so strong that I couldn’t break them. I was definitely stuck. Several more women came and went during the night, and used the toilet and sink. I stayed quiet so that I wouldn’t be found in this condition. I just hoped that the Brenna would come in first and let me loose. No such luck.
I drifted off into a light sleep a couple times, but only for a moment, because I was very uncomfortable, and was afraid I would suffocate if I slept with the gag in my mouth. After what seemed like many hours, the traffic into the restroom picked up significantly. I realized it was now morning, and many of the 50 girls on the floor were coming in to take their showers. Still no Brenna. A couple of times, someone would knock on the door to the room I was in. They wanted to use the bathtub, and couldn’t tell if anyone was in there because they didn’t hear any water splashing around. I was terrified! I just knew that I was going to be found like this before Brenna or Lisa came to let me go. At one point, a girl knocked on the door several times with no answer and said she thought the door had been latched accidentally, and that she was going crawl under the door to open it. This was it! Now I was going to be found naked, bound and gagged. Thoughts went through my mind like would they let me go, or would they keep me here themselves? Would they call the police? Would the story be in the newspaper? All I could think of was to stop the girl from coming into the room. At that moment, I felt the water faucet with my feet, and without really thinking, I turned the water on. The girl stopped, and said something rude about not answering, but she left to use the shower. Just as I felt relief at not being found like this, I realized with sudden panic that I had another problem. The water was running, and I had no idea if the tub would fill up, or if the water was hot or cold. Fortunately it was room temp, and the drain was open, so the tub did not fill up. I left the water running so that nobody else would try to crawl under the door. All morning long, the restroom was filled with women taking showers and going to the bathroom. They talked and giggled, and never knew what was tucked away in the bathtub. What would they have done if they had? I didn’t want to find out. It was a Saturday now, and there was a home football game. Everybody was talking about going. I heard someone mention that it was 1:00 and time to get to the game. 1:00!!! I had been here bound and gagged, struggling to get free, yet trying to stay quiet to avoid detection for over 12 hours. With the 7 hours in Brenna’s room, I had been trussed up in one form or another for over 20 hours. How was I going to get out of here?
Let me know if you want to hear about how I got out, and how I got revenge.
Taped_Up_David
david46383@yahoo.com
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