My first experience with bondage Self/F
Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2023 7:46 am
My first experience with bondage
I’ve always want to reenact myself as a damsel in distress being kidnapped. Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone and I’m too nervous to ask. So I decided that as of now, I would have to kidnap myself.
I bought a role of duct tape, handcuffs, and a bandana. I drove to a local park that was kind of in the middle of nowhere. It was just after dark so I would be able to do this in peace and no one could see me. The first thing I tried was the different restraining materials. I duct taped my ankles and handcuffed my wrists. I could already feel myself becoming horny.
I tried the bandana as a gag. I tried it as a OTM and then as a cleave gag. I finally decided what scenario I would reenact.
I got out of my car. Once again, no one was around as it was probably nine. Not even passing cars. I leaned over the hood of my car and put one of my hands behind my back.
I immediately called out, “Oh my gosh! What-Mmf!”
I clamped a hand over my mouth and pretended to struggle. In my head, I imagined two men wearing dark clothes grabbing me and holding me down. I imagined their hands groping my breasts and reaching down jeans.
The “first” man laughed at my attempts to struggle. I “felt” his nose in my hair as he said, “Look at this little lady all out here on her lonesome?”
“Let’s gag her!”
I released my mouth before protesting. I then plastered six pieces of duct over my mouth. I could feel my heart race in excitement. I had only ever gagged myself with socks but never where I couldn’t spit any of the contents out. I was amazed at how well the tape worked out gagging me.
I opened the door to the backseat and imagined myself get shoved in the back I then taped my ankles together passing the tape about six times. I did the same below and above my knees. I took off my shoes and socks revealing my bare feet.
I squirmed and let out constant moans. In my mind, I was my character, Penelope. I shut the door and placed both my hands behind my back and handcuffed myself. I envisioned my captors get in the front seats and drive off with me as they’re hostage. I screamed into my gag and used my eyes to beg them to let me go.
My pleas would fall on deaf ears (quite literally). I hear them talk about how foolish I was to stay at the office for so long. They talk about my body and how they’re going to have fun with me.
I can’t help but begin to masturbate. I imagined them groping my “breasts” and tickle my buttocks. I scream and let out muffled moans of displeasure. In reality, I felt amazing.
Finally I climaxed and I took a moment to let the feeling pass. After I cleaned myself up, I peeled the tape from my mouth. I placed my socks back on before ripping the tape off.
It was in that moment that I realized “kidnapping” myself would only cause this fetish of mine to grow.”
I’ve always want to reenact myself as a damsel in distress being kidnapped. Unfortunately, I don’t know anyone and I’m too nervous to ask. So I decided that as of now, I would have to kidnap myself.
I bought a role of duct tape, handcuffs, and a bandana. I drove to a local park that was kind of in the middle of nowhere. It was just after dark so I would be able to do this in peace and no one could see me. The first thing I tried was the different restraining materials. I duct taped my ankles and handcuffed my wrists. I could already feel myself becoming horny.
I tried the bandana as a gag. I tried it as a OTM and then as a cleave gag. I finally decided what scenario I would reenact.
I got out of my car. Once again, no one was around as it was probably nine. Not even passing cars. I leaned over the hood of my car and put one of my hands behind my back.
I immediately called out, “Oh my gosh! What-Mmf!”
I clamped a hand over my mouth and pretended to struggle. In my head, I imagined two men wearing dark clothes grabbing me and holding me down. I imagined their hands groping my breasts and reaching down jeans.
The “first” man laughed at my attempts to struggle. I “felt” his nose in my hair as he said, “Look at this little lady all out here on her lonesome?”
“Let’s gag her!”
I released my mouth before protesting. I then plastered six pieces of duct over my mouth. I could feel my heart race in excitement. I had only ever gagged myself with socks but never where I couldn’t spit any of the contents out. I was amazed at how well the tape worked out gagging me.
I opened the door to the backseat and imagined myself get shoved in the back I then taped my ankles together passing the tape about six times. I did the same below and above my knees. I took off my shoes and socks revealing my bare feet.
I squirmed and let out constant moans. In my mind, I was my character, Penelope. I shut the door and placed both my hands behind my back and handcuffed myself. I envisioned my captors get in the front seats and drive off with me as they’re hostage. I screamed into my gag and used my eyes to beg them to let me go.
My pleas would fall on deaf ears (quite literally). I hear them talk about how foolish I was to stay at the office for so long. They talk about my body and how they’re going to have fun with me.
I can’t help but begin to masturbate. I imagined them groping my “breasts” and tickle my buttocks. I scream and let out muffled moans of displeasure. In reality, I felt amazing.
Finally I climaxed and I took a moment to let the feeling pass. After I cleaned myself up, I peeled the tape from my mouth. I placed my socks back on before ripping the tape off.
It was in that moment that I realized “kidnapping” myself would only cause this fetish of mine to grow.”
