Left in the closet M/M
Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2020 7:24 am
Hey everyone! I have a quick story about a man I met on FetLife. We'll call him Dan for privacy reasons. Dan was a rigger for a BDSM magazine back in the 90's. I talked to him for months before I met up with him but when I did we hit it off right away! We were basically the same person besides our age difference.
Anyway before we met he came up with the idea of keeping me bound and gagged in his closet all day while he was at work. About 8 and half hours give or take. I showed up at his house the night before, he showed me his collection of restraints and gags. Showed me some really cool new ways to tie knots and made me dinner as well.
The next morning I was up at 7 like he had asked me to so he could get me taken care of and he could get to work on time. We had a small breakfast and very little fluids for me since there would be no bathroom breaks. I wore my Jean shorts, black ankle socks, and a small Aeropostale t shirt. After breakfast I went to his guest bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. Dan came in with the rope and duct tape. My heart fluttered.
He started with my ankles wrapping the rope around many times. It felt loose at first but once he cinched down the rope between my ankles it suddenly got much snugger. He did the same with my calves knees and thighs. Then came my wrists and elbows. My elbows were not tied close together, maybe 5 inches apart. He asked if I would be okay with a pair of his socks stuffed in my mouth or if I just wanted tape wrapped around my empty mouth. I wanted the whole kidnap experience! "Yeah I can handle the socks." I was sure I could, they were only ankle socks. (I've stuffed my mouth with much bigger tube socks and gagged myself many times for 2-3 hours with no problems.)
"Great! Any last words?" Said Dan. " No, I'm surprised you asked, I've been a chatterbox since I got mmmphhh!" He stuffed one in before I could finish, then balled up the other and put it in my other cheek. "Ah much better, now put your lips together." I did and felt the sticky tape press firmly against my lips. He started wrapping it around my head several times saying "Round and round it goes where it stops nobody knows." I counted 8. He patted it down around my cheeks and helped me off the bed down to my knees where I sat straight up.
He connected a short piece of rope from my wrists to my ankles to put me in a hogtie. Not a strict hogtie of course, my hands were still about 10 inches from my feet. He then lifted me by my armpits and carried me over to the closet. He took some pictures and a little video of me in my helplessness. When he was finished he set me back against the wall in the small 4 'X 5' closet. "You be a good boy and stay right here until I get back okay?"
"Yeah like I have any choice." And rolled my eyes. But it came out as unintelligible squabbles and he giggled as he shut the door.
Once the door had shut I heard the chair in his guest room get wedged against the door and handle of the closet door. Then the bedroom door shut. Followed by his car starting and pulling out of the driveway a minute later. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Well" I thought to myself. "Here I am, bound and gagged in the closet of a man I met online. I really should be more careful what I wish for." I tested my bonds once again. They were all snug but not tight. A rush of adrenaline hit once the reality of the situation started setting in about an hour into it.
I couldn't help but think how wreckless this was of me to agree to such a thing! What if he gets into an accident? What if he has to work overtime!? What if his car breaks down? What if the house catches on fire!? Things I clearly didn't think or care about when I still had a chance to run away. I was naturally panicked by these thoughts. I heard rain start hitting the roof and it calmed me down almost immediately. Rain on a roof is the most calming thing to me and thank goodness it was a rainy day.
The calmer I got the more I enjoyed myself once again. I would spend time screaming into the gag. No chance of anyone hearing my in this old House even if I wasn't gagged in a closet. I desperately wanted to free myself and escape the closet to greet him at the door when he got home. The look on his face would be priceless! Unfortunately I was very stuck. I tried and tried to even so much as loosen one knot. It wasn't going to happen, I couldn't even reach a knot with my fingers and even if I could he double knotted everything. Thank goodness the ropes weren't too tight.
Hours had gone by at this point. I at least wanted to get my gag off to show him up a little. I tried rubbing the tape off on the carpet, wall, and door knob. The tape was wrapped too tightly and was far too sticky for that to happen. The skin from my cheeks bulging out over the tape didn't help either! I had completely lost track of time, I wasn't sure if 4 hours had gone by or 14. I was getting really uncomfortable physically and mentally. My bondage felt as if it was getting more and more strict. Thoughts started going through my head again. What if he doesn't come home? What if he is a human trafficker? What if he is a serial killer?
I was in a very odd state of mind. I wanted to be untied immediately one minute but the next I was kind of turned on by thought of being stuck for a few more hours. After what felt like 24 hours I heard Dan's car pull in the driveway. I was very happy he got home safe and this was almost over! I had a few tears of joy as I started yelling through my gag "LET ME OUT! HELP ME HELLLLP!" Of course it came out as muffled "mmmphhs" mixed with a few other heavily muffled noises I could muster.
He came in and opened the door. The dim light from the cloudy day still made me squint as I looked up. "Awwww you're still right where I left you!" I rolled my eyes again, and turned and held my bound wrists and elbows up to him. "Mmmpphhing" hoping he would hurry up and untie me. "What? I'm sorry I really can't understand what your saying. You want to be left alone?" My mmmphhs got louder as I bounced up and down trying to hold my bound wrists closer to his face. "Listen if you want to be left alone I'll go back into town and eat." He shut the door. I wildly thrashed and screamed bloody murder through my gag (which didn't come out very loud) for a few minutes. He came back and opened the door. " I was just kidding jeez calm down." He said with a smile.
He untied me finally and I never been so relieved. I was sore for many days and very stiff. It took 3 days to get the duct tape residue off my face and out of my hair but it was an experience I'll never forget!
PSA: I would never ever recommend anyone be left alone while tied up, especially gagged. Yes I know it was wreckless and stupid even with a professional who has many years of experience. I knew the risks and made a choice. With that being said I am glad I did this and I personally would like to do it again! Just not in that damn closet again!
Anyway before we met he came up with the idea of keeping me bound and gagged in his closet all day while he was at work. About 8 and half hours give or take. I showed up at his house the night before, he showed me his collection of restraints and gags. Showed me some really cool new ways to tie knots and made me dinner as well.
The next morning I was up at 7 like he had asked me to so he could get me taken care of and he could get to work on time. We had a small breakfast and very little fluids for me since there would be no bathroom breaks. I wore my Jean shorts, black ankle socks, and a small Aeropostale t shirt. After breakfast I went to his guest bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. Dan came in with the rope and duct tape. My heart fluttered.
He started with my ankles wrapping the rope around many times. It felt loose at first but once he cinched down the rope between my ankles it suddenly got much snugger. He did the same with my calves knees and thighs. Then came my wrists and elbows. My elbows were not tied close together, maybe 5 inches apart. He asked if I would be okay with a pair of his socks stuffed in my mouth or if I just wanted tape wrapped around my empty mouth. I wanted the whole kidnap experience! "Yeah I can handle the socks." I was sure I could, they were only ankle socks. (I've stuffed my mouth with much bigger tube socks and gagged myself many times for 2-3 hours with no problems.)
"Great! Any last words?" Said Dan. " No, I'm surprised you asked, I've been a chatterbox since I got mmmphhh!" He stuffed one in before I could finish, then balled up the other and put it in my other cheek. "Ah much better, now put your lips together." I did and felt the sticky tape press firmly against my lips. He started wrapping it around my head several times saying "Round and round it goes where it stops nobody knows." I counted 8. He patted it down around my cheeks and helped me off the bed down to my knees where I sat straight up.
He connected a short piece of rope from my wrists to my ankles to put me in a hogtie. Not a strict hogtie of course, my hands were still about 10 inches from my feet. He then lifted me by my armpits and carried me over to the closet. He took some pictures and a little video of me in my helplessness. When he was finished he set me back against the wall in the small 4 'X 5' closet. "You be a good boy and stay right here until I get back okay?"
"Yeah like I have any choice." And rolled my eyes. But it came out as unintelligible squabbles and he giggled as he shut the door.
Once the door had shut I heard the chair in his guest room get wedged against the door and handle of the closet door. Then the bedroom door shut. Followed by his car starting and pulling out of the driveway a minute later. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Well" I thought to myself. "Here I am, bound and gagged in the closet of a man I met online. I really should be more careful what I wish for." I tested my bonds once again. They were all snug but not tight. A rush of adrenaline hit once the reality of the situation started setting in about an hour into it.
I couldn't help but think how wreckless this was of me to agree to such a thing! What if he gets into an accident? What if he has to work overtime!? What if his car breaks down? What if the house catches on fire!? Things I clearly didn't think or care about when I still had a chance to run away. I was naturally panicked by these thoughts. I heard rain start hitting the roof and it calmed me down almost immediately. Rain on a roof is the most calming thing to me and thank goodness it was a rainy day.
The calmer I got the more I enjoyed myself once again. I would spend time screaming into the gag. No chance of anyone hearing my in this old House even if I wasn't gagged in a closet. I desperately wanted to free myself and escape the closet to greet him at the door when he got home. The look on his face would be priceless! Unfortunately I was very stuck. I tried and tried to even so much as loosen one knot. It wasn't going to happen, I couldn't even reach a knot with my fingers and even if I could he double knotted everything. Thank goodness the ropes weren't too tight.
Hours had gone by at this point. I at least wanted to get my gag off to show him up a little. I tried rubbing the tape off on the carpet, wall, and door knob. The tape was wrapped too tightly and was far too sticky for that to happen. The skin from my cheeks bulging out over the tape didn't help either! I had completely lost track of time, I wasn't sure if 4 hours had gone by or 14. I was getting really uncomfortable physically and mentally. My bondage felt as if it was getting more and more strict. Thoughts started going through my head again. What if he doesn't come home? What if he is a human trafficker? What if he is a serial killer?
I was in a very odd state of mind. I wanted to be untied immediately one minute but the next I was kind of turned on by thought of being stuck for a few more hours. After what felt like 24 hours I heard Dan's car pull in the driveway. I was very happy he got home safe and this was almost over! I had a few tears of joy as I started yelling through my gag "LET ME OUT! HELP ME HELLLLP!" Of course it came out as muffled "mmmphhs" mixed with a few other heavily muffled noises I could muster.
He came in and opened the door. The dim light from the cloudy day still made me squint as I looked up. "Awwww you're still right where I left you!" I rolled my eyes again, and turned and held my bound wrists and elbows up to him. "Mmmpphhing" hoping he would hurry up and untie me. "What? I'm sorry I really can't understand what your saying. You want to be left alone?" My mmmphhs got louder as I bounced up and down trying to hold my bound wrists closer to his face. "Listen if you want to be left alone I'll go back into town and eat." He shut the door. I wildly thrashed and screamed bloody murder through my gag (which didn't come out very loud) for a few minutes. He came back and opened the door. " I was just kidding jeez calm down." He said with a smile.
He untied me finally and I never been so relieved. I was sore for many days and very stiff. It took 3 days to get the duct tape residue off my face and out of my hair but it was an experience I'll never forget!
PSA: I would never ever recommend anyone be left alone while tied up, especially gagged. Yes I know it was wreckless and stupid even with a professional who has many years of experience. I knew the risks and made a choice. With that being said I am glad I did this and I personally would like to do it again! Just not in that damn closet again!