02 - Escapism
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By Sketchy
I recovered this from the old site. It was originally posted by Sketchy.
After both my capture and revenge, Sarah and I cooled it with the bondage games for a while. But that wouldn't last. One day Sarah and I talked on the phone, and she attempted to persuade me to do it again.
"What makes you think I'll agree to doing this again?" I asked.
"The fact that I have photo evidence of your captivity. That and I promise, it will only be you and me this time, T."
I agreed. I was put slightly at ease when she told me it would only be the two of us. It was not like I had a choice anyway.
...
When I arrived at her house, she told me to prep myself the way I had the last time I had been bound. Knowing the blackmail would be carried out, I complied and shaved all of my hair except for the hair on top of my head.
She had left a pair of white cotton bikini panties for me in the bathroom. I slipped them on, and exited the bathroom. She helped me put on a matching bra and some tan hold-up stockings, stuffed socks into the bra cups, played with them until they looked like breasts, and then led me upstairs.
She then instructed me to wait in the middle of the room. I waited a few moments, until I heard a ripping sound of tape coming off a roll. I looked behind me to see that Sarah had stretched off a fairly lengthy strip. She cracked a smile.
"We're familiar with Mr. Duct Tape, aren't we Tammy?" asked Sarah, using the feminine version of my name.
I sighed.
"Yes we are Sarah."
"Hands behind your back." she instructed.
I complied. She wrapped about 8 or 10 turns of duct tape around my wrists. She wrapped tape around my waist and wrists a few times, binding my hands to my body. She then wrapped tape a few times above my fake breasts, and a few times below them.
When she was satisfied that she had secured my upper body (I tested my bonds briefly. Believe me, I was secure), she walked me over to her bed, sat me down on it, and began to tape my legs. She taped my ankles about the same amount of times she taped my wrists, and continued, taping my thighs and above and below my knees.
When she was finished, I sat there, wondering how I was going to get out of this one. While I pondered this, she got up and crossed the room. She retrieved a completely black bandanna from the top of her dresser, and reached into her hamper and withdrew two articles of clothing. She came back and set down four things next to me: the bandanna, the articles of clothing from her hamper (which I now saw were two pairs of panties; one black, one pink, both silky), and the roll of tape.
"You don't really have to gag me, do you?" I asked.
"It's not bondage without a gag," she replied.
"I need to talk to you before I do that though. I need to make sure you understand what's going to happen next."
I listened.
"Basically, you're going to have to escape. You'll be given some help, but what will really help you escape is cleverness, determination and something that starts with a 't'. Do you have any questions?"
Despite not understanding a bit of the vauge description, I did have one question:
"Do you really have to use dirty panties?"
She grinned.
"Of course. You wouldn't struggle as much if I used clean ones."
With that, she balled up the pink panties and pushed them into my mouth. I had a little tuft of the pink material hanging out of my mouth before it was followed by the wadded up black panties, which were unceremoniously crammed into my mouth. I was almost unable to contain the wad, and almost choked. But Sarah just pushed it farther in with two fingers and carefully; firmly, but gently, pulled my lips shut over the mass of silken ladies underwear currently residing in my mouth.
I managed to keep my lips pressed shut until Sarah managed to smooth a strip of tape over my mouth. Having done this, she wrapped the roll around my mouth and head 10 times, before lying me back on the bed and blindfolding me with the bandanna. Then for some odd reason, she started to put more strips of tape on my face. The result was that my gag not only reached from cheek-to-cheek and around my head, but also that my face was covered in tape from nose to chin.
I was lifted up and began to struggle and test my gag. Movement was minimal, and my gag reduced my cries of help and shouts of anger to low, unintelligible moans and grunts.
I was placed in a small space and had the door shut on me. I then heard things being placed in front of the door so that I could not get out. I struggled and made noise for a bit, then grew tired. After resting, I decided to try to work the blindfold off my head. After rubbing it against the wall and some boxes on the floor, I managed to work it off.
The light coming in through the crack at the bottom of the door was enough for me to see that I was in Sarah's closet. I sat with my back to the wall, like someone who truly was kidnapped, trying to think of a way out of the barricaded door, when I heard something odd. Grunts and things slowly sliding away from the door.
I slowly wriggled over to the door on my belly, and somehow got to my knees. When it sounded like the movement had ended, I tried to open the door by hitting it with my shoulder. On the third try, it opened and I fell through. Landing on my side I was faced with a shocking sight:
Sarah was sitting with her back against the dresser, bound and gagged, panting through her nose from the effort of clearing my path. Her clothes were gone; she wore nothing but a white bra and matching panties, which were identical to mine.
She was also bound the same way, save for her upper body and her wrists, which were handcuffed. Instead of tape, a long chain wound its way around her torso, above and below her breasts and around her stomach. Where it crossed itself in an 'X' on her stomach, there was a padlock holding the chain in place. A separate chain wound like a belt around her waist. The lock that kept this in place also secured the handcuffs behind her back, locked to her waist chain.
I stared at her for a moment wondering in shock, who could have possibly done this. Then, when Sarah started to Mmpphh and nod her head towards the door leading out of her room, and when I began to wonder why she had been bound differently than I had, everything clicked.
She had tied herself up to join in the day's "festivities".
I now knew what the something that started with a 't' was.
I had to team up with the selfbound Sarah in order to escape from my bonds.
"This--"I thought--" should be interesting."
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Sketchy's stories
- 01 - Ambush (M/F)
- 02 - Escapism (F/M)
- 03 - In over my head (f/m, f+/m)
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