06 - Kidnapping Karen and Megan
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By DM
Friday January 7th 2000 01:45:04
Part 1 of 3
I posted this about a year ago on another site and people seemed to like it but it got deleted. I still feel it's appropriate and I hope you like it. It is a very fond memory of mine. Sorry about the length. I hope it's worth it...
When I was in college back in the early 1980s, I dated a girl named Karen. At the time, I was living off campus in a two-bedroom apartment with my buddy, Paul, who I had known since our freshman year. We were juniors when we lived in the apartment together.
Karen lived about a mile away in an old house with about 6 or eight others. We often lost track of who lived there and who didn't. In order to save money, they would allow friends and acquaintances to stay there for a weekly rent. As I remember it, there were four bedrooms and there were usually at least two people to a bedroom. Karen got tired of living at what she referred to as "The Hotel" and she often stayed with me in my apartment. I enjoyed it, but I know it frustrated Paul. Finally, we decided that if she was going to be there all the time, she should just move in and pay her share of the rent. It was fine by me. I had never had a live-in girlfriend before, and I was crazy about Karen. So she moved in with us that October.
I had been into tying girls up since I was a kid, and I remember playing our variation of hide-and-seek where we would tie and blindfold one person while the rest of us hid in our yard. Rather than counting, that person had to free themselves before they could come looking for the others, and whomever they found first would be the next victim. Whenever we had one of the neighborhood girls in the game, I would always manage to get caught, and once I freed myself, I would make sure to find the girls first so I could tie them up. It was, by far, my favorite game, and I was fortunate that so many other kids in our neighborhood liked it too. (I managed to get a game together in the college dorm during my sophomore year, but that's another story for another time.)
Before Karen, I had never had the opportunity to tie up a grown woman. Karen was an attractive brunette, who looked a little like Valerie Bertinelli, although she was a little bigger. Not heavy, but more athletic. She had been a swimmer in high school, and she was still strong. She was 5- foot-6, and preferred to dress in boy's jeans and rag wool sweaters. Not exactly feminine, but typical for a New England college student. I always tried to get her to dress more feminine, but to no avail. She did, however, have some nice sleepwear-- satin sleepshirts and a pink teddy, and a long blue slinky nightgown that I vividly remember to this day! Very hot!
What I didn’t know about Karen until after she moved in was that Karen liked to be tied up. Not just in bed, although we did that a lot for the three semesters that she lived with me. But she liked to role play whenever we had the apartment to ourselves. Most of all, she liked to be surprised and "kidnapped." She would often go off to the bathroom to change into one of her lingerie outfits while I hid somewhere in the apartment. To get from the bathroom to our bedroom, she would have to go through the kitchen, through the living room, down a hallway past my roommate's bedroom and finally into our room. She always knew that somewhere along the way, in some dark corner, I was waiting to surprise her, and she confessed to me that her heart was racing as much as mine was in the moments leading up to her long walk to the bedroom. I tried to pick a different hiding place each time so she would never know for sure exactly when I would pounce upon her, but my favorite place was just inside the living room door. The apartment was drafty, and we could barely afford the electric heat, so we hung a wool blanket over the doorway between the living room and the kitchen to try to keep the living room comfortable. My heart would nearly pound out of my chest as she slowly pushed the blanket aside. She would usually be wearing her long nightgown (as I said, it was cold), and she would be holding the clothes she had changed out of in a bundle in her arms as she cautiously came through the doorway. That's when I would jump out of the shadows and grab her from behind, clamping my hand over her mouth.
"Don't move," I would say, immediately assuming my role. "Get down on the floor."
I would ease her onto her stomach, my hand firmly clamped over her mouth, listening to her quick breaths through her nose. Once I had her on the floor, I would be laying across her, my face up close to hers.
"I'm not going to hurt you unless you try to scream," I would say. "If you promise not to make a sound, I'll take my hand away."
She was a great actress, and she played the part of the frightened damsel perfectly. Her eyes would be wide with mock fear as she nodded her ascent. As I took my hand away, I would quickly grab a length of rope that I had stashed there while she was in the bathroom and begin tying her wrists behind her back. She would offer only mock resistance as I tied her, but she would never make a sound-- at least, not until it was time. I always used a thick, soft rope, about a half-inch in diameter. She liked it because it did not cut into her skin and leave rope marks like the thinner ropes we tried early on in our games. After securing her wrists, I would take a second length of rope and wrap it around her crossed ankles three or four times. Only after I had tied the knot behind her ankles, when she was securely bound, would she offer more aggressive resistance. By then it was too late, and she knew it, but it was all part of the game. As she squirmed on the floor, she would offer a token cry for help, at which point I would clamp my hand over her mouth again and remind her of my warning.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be," I would tell her, and when she would struggle in vain against my grasp, I would produce a bandana and tightly cleave gag her.
Now, I know this was not the most effective gag, but it was my favorite from my youth, and Karen liked it best. If she needed to tell me something she could, but most of the time she would play along and mumble into the gag like it was really silencing her screams. She was a good sport! With that, my package was complete, and I would tease and taunt her there on the living room floor until it finally became too much for both of us and I would hoist her up and carry her into the bedroom.
Now, I know we do not talk about what follows in this forum, but I will mention one thing because it leads to a truly amazing experience. Our bed was a queen-size waterbed (the only thing a struggling college student could afford), and I would often tie her to wrists above her head, wrapping the rope around the 2-by-10 that made up our headboard. I remember that on more than one occasion, just as I would have her tied to the bed by her wrists and ankles, the cleave gag firmly in place, my roommate would arrive home. A few times, I left her to squirm against her bonds while I went out to the living room and casually chatted with my unsuspecting roommate. After enough time had passed, I would venture back into the bedroom to find her just as I had left her. In all the time I knew her, she never once escaped her ties. On a few occasions I challenged her to really try, just so I could watch her writhing on the floor or on the bed. On those occasions, she seemed to give it her all, but in the end, I would always have to come to her rescue. It was a glorious year, and it would culminate in an experience that came about purely by accident.
The following summer, when my roommate had gone home, I stayed behind to catch up on a few credits with a couple of summer classes. (I had pretty much majored in Frisbee, with a minor in softball and heavy drinking my Freshman year, and I had some ground to make up if I was going to graduate on time.) So I stayed behind in our apartment, took summer classes, and continued to work at the pizza shop in town, where I had worked since the beginning of the school year. It was a family business, and most of the girls that worked there were high school and college girls that were either the owner's nieces or his nieces' friends from school.
In fact, to my great pleasure, I was the only male that worked there. The owner had hired me because he wanted another guy there so he didn't have to worry about the girls when he was away. Now, let me just say here that I am an upstanding guy-- a gentlemen if, you will-- who had respect for women beaten into him at a very young age by three older sisters who would accept nothing less. While I flirted with the girls from time to time, and even had a crush on one or two of them in the two years I would ultimately work there, I never made a move on any of them. After all, most of them were related to my boss, and I couldn't afford to lose my job. So, I enjoyed my time there, but I never pursued any of them.
One of the girls was a cute pixie of a thing named Megan, a pretty Italian-Irish girl with short brown hair and a great smile. She was bubbly and fun, always laughing, and we became good friends. She also became close friends with my girlfriend, Karen. In fact, Megan even lived at "The Hotel" for about a few weeks until it became too much for her to take and she moved out. That summer, she needed a place to stay, and I needed someone to split the rent, so I sublet my roommate's bedroom to her until he came back in the fall. We had a great time, and something might have developed except that we were both already involved with other people, and she was pals with Karen.
One weekend, Karen came to see me, and she spent the night with me in the apartment before we headed out the next morning for a three-day camping trip. Of course, while Megan was at the pizza shop, we resumed our tie up games, and the next morning, as we were making a hasty exit, we offered our queen sized bed to Megan and her boyfriend (who was up visiting). Megan was sleeping in my roommate's single bed, and it wasn't exactly comfortable for two people. Megan seemed funny about it at first, but she appreciated the offer.
Karen and I had a great trip, and when we returned, we went into the bedroom, and I was mortified to realize that we had left a piece of rope tied to the headboard. We could tell that Megan and Richard, her boyfriend, had used the bed. And we knew there was no way they could have missed the thick piece of rope tied to the headboard-- or its purpose. Karen was so embarrassed that I thought she was going to cry, but she waited until Richard left a couple hours later and asked Megan if she liked the bed. Megan said she did, and we could tell by her smile that she knew our little secret. At that point, I made an excuse to leave the room, but Karen and Megan talked about it at great length after I had gone.
When Karen told me that she had told Megan all about our little games-- every detail of the captures and the tying and the carrying to the bedroom-- I was furious! And I was more than a little embarrassed. I didn’t know how I would face Megan again. But then Karen stunned me.
"I think she wouldn't mind trying it," Karen said.
"Trying what?" I asked.
"I think she wants to see what it's like getting tied up like that," Karen told me. "I told her how cool it was, and I could tell she was wondering. But Richard is too straight. He would never do it."
"Oh, well," I said, matter-of-factly. (The truth was, my heart was racing thinking of the little pixie tied up! But I wasn't about to let my girlfriend know!)
Karen thought for a minute and then displayed an evil grin.
"You should do it sometime," she told me.
"What?!" I asked, completely shocked.
"You should kidnap her sometime, you know, just to show her what it's like."
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All I could think was that I had the coolest girlfriend in the world! She seemed to sense how much I was suddenly enjoying this idea when she grabbed me, taking a fistful of my shirt in her small hand and doing her best to stand eyeball to eyeball with me.
"Just the tying," she warned. "Not the rest of it!"
It seemed like a fair deal, and I agreed, still trying to control my enthusiasm. For the remaining two hours before she headed back home, we talked about our little plan. She offered a lot of suggestions of ways to catch Megan off- guard, and she continually reassured me that Megan would be completely into it. For the first time, I couldn’t wait for Karen to leave. All I could think about was leaping out and clamping my hand over Megan's mouth and tying her with every piece of rope at my disposal.
DM
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DM's stories
- 01 - Capturing Jennifer (mm/f)
- 02 - Jennifer on the Tracks (m/f)
- 03 - Two More Perils for Jennifer (mm/f)
- 04 - My Brother's Girlfriend (MF/F)
- 05 - Beth Ann Gets Hers! (MF/F)
- 06 - Kidnapping Karen and Megan (M/F, M/FF)
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