It's A Trap!

Postby Soul Eater » Sun Aug 11, 2013 9:11 pm

A few months ago, I decided the one night I had the house to myself would be the perfect opportunity to execute a little something I had been planning for my girlfriend. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months, long enough to discover our mutual interest in bondage, and she had expressed an interest in a surprise abduction a couple of times. Naturally, I started planning one the moment I found out she was on board.

Once the place was empty, I gave her a call. For the sake of anonymity, we'll call her Debbie. She was my kind of gorgeous: pale skin, dirty blonde hair and thin black glasses. She'd tell you she was taller than me but there's no way she was. We were totally the same height.

“Hey,” I said. “Are you doing anything tonight? The house is empty if you wanna come over.”

“Sure, I just need to get dressed.” she replied.

That would buy me about fifteen or twenty minutes. Debbie's apartment was just out of walking distance, a couple of blocks away from my place. I had plenty of time to get everything ready.

“Okay,” I told her. “I'll probably be in the back so I'll leave the door unlocked. Just let yourself in when you get here.”

It wouldn't be the first time she did. The house was a good size, and my room was the furthest from the front door. The doorbell was easy to hear but it hadn't worked in weeks so everyone had to knock. Debbie had been coming over often enough that nobody minded if she let herself in but she was a polite girl so she always knocked first anyway.

I set about the task, turning off all the lights save for the one in my bedroom. I turned my TV on as well and cranked the volume a bit to give the appearance I was actually in there. I changed into some darker clothing as well. Can't really be stealthy if I'm wearing a sky blue shirt, can I?

I kept my tie-up supplies in a random dresser drawer. To the uninitiated, it looked like a box of random junk: a couple old neckties, a roll of black tape, drawstrings from sweatshirts I had donated. It wasn't a whole lot but Debbie and I had many good times with it. Hopefully, tonight would be the best of all.

All that was left was the waiting. Everything was in place, my supplies were close at hand and I was hidden in the office she would have to pass on her way back to my room. The anticipation was killing me and I already had butterflies in my stomach by the time I heard her knock followed by the metallic click of the door opening.

“Soul?” Of course that's not my real name, reader!

My first instinct was to answer her but that would have blown the whole thing. Instead, I grinned to myself and stepped back from the doorway to ensure she couldn't see me. The soft tapping of her shoes on carpet drew closer and the next thing I knew she was stepping past the office door. She was wearing her typical outfit: a white shirt over a gray tank top and tight-fitting jeans. It was simple, but it looked good on her.

It wouldn't be entirely inaccurate to say I pounced on her. I sacrificed speed for stealth and closed the distance quickly, just as she was beginning to turn to face me. I clamped my hand over her mouth and wrapped my other arm around her waist, pinning her arms down. She giggled at first, probably realizing that the whole thing was a setup, then fell into her role as the captive.

“Mmmrrr!” she growled, shaking her head vigorously in an attempt to throw off the hand gag. She squirmed and pulled away, putting up quite a struggle as she always did. More than once she had wiggled out of my grasp and turned the tables on me, but those are stories for other times.

Debbie fell to her knees, trying to bend into a position in which I couldn't hold her quite as well. It would have worked if I hadn't pushed her a little further than she intended, landing her on her belly. My hand was off of her mouth, though, leaving her free to scream. And scream she did.

“Get off!” she ordered. “Let go!”

If she had meant it, she would have given our safe word. The fact that she didn't told me she was having fun, and I was glad.

Her hands were the first thing to go. I grabbed one of the neckties, a strong black one, and wrapped it around one of her wrists before pulling it (carefully, mind you, safety first) behind her back. It was a familiar move and Debbie rolled onto her side to keep her other arm from me. I'm not sure if she was playing hard to get with the intention of letting me have her or if the excitement had lent me extra strength but I was able to roll her back onto her belly and get her other hand behind her back. A couple of seconds of knot-tying and her hands were of no more use to her.

“Time to move into the bedroom, sweetie,” I teased, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her down the hall. She didn't squirm much, thankfully, because I could barely hold her as it is. She wasn't a heavy girl, I'm just a wuss.

With a soft thump I deposited her on my bed. She immediately sits up and starts to climb off before I push her back down and turn my attention to her feet. I decide to leave her shoes on in spite of the fact it would probably mess my bed up. There was something about a girl bound and gagged with her running shoes on I kinda liked, for some reason.

I used my belt to tie her feet, wrapping it a couple of times around her ankles before twisting it into itself and buckling it. It was a simple but effective tie and one I knew she couldn't escape immediately. By now, her struggles had been reduced to mere wiggling. She knew she was caught and apparently didn't take issue with it despite playing the “tough girl” card.

“That didn't take long,” I teased. “Now you're nice and helpless. Just one thing left to do.”

Debbie pursed her lips and glared daggers at me, knowing full well what that was. It was the part we both enjoyed the most.

I sauntered over to my dresser and took out one of my socks, a clean one, and returned to my captive on the bed.

“Gonna open up?”

Debbie shook her head and thrashed against her bonds. That was fine with me, it was more fun when she put up a fight. I rolled her onto her back and laid down beside her. She wiggled a little more, purposefully grinding against me.

I reached around her and pressed the balled-up sock against her lips. She turned her head defiantly. With a dramatic sigh, I pinched her nose for a second and she immediately opened her mouth. It was more a playful thing than any real kind of breath play. Neither of us had a taste for the hard stuff.

The sock was her favorite kind of gag and I held it in with another necktie. If she worked at it, she could probably get it off but that wasn't on her mind tonight. She was completely helpless now: bound hand and foot, gagged and loving every bit of it.

It was about this time I realized I wouldn't be able to fully undress her, having already tied her up.

“Crap,” I laughed, wrapping my arms around her lovingly.

“Mmphhr?” she mumbled curiously.

“I can't really get your shirt off like this.”

She laughed evilly into her gag, celebrating this minor victory. I laughed a little with her.

“Oh well, never stopped me before,” I said as I slide my hands down the front of her body, over her breasts to her waist and slipping them under her shirt. Her skin was soft and warm as ever.

“Mmmm...” she sighed and closed her eyes.

I moved my hands up higher, sliding her shirt and tank top up and exposing the black bra concealing her C-cup breasts. I must have tickled her a bit because she giggled and squirmed.

“Mmmmrrr!”

I couldn't help but smile and nibble her shoulder a little. Role-playing a kidnapping is all well and good but being able to cuddle with someone afterwards, especially while they're bound and gagged, is exponentially more enjoyable.

We remained like this for an hour or so, me feeling her up and her wiggling every now and then until she gave a muffled version of our safe word. Once she was free, the rest of the evening was standard fair: YouTube videos, video games and dinner. She later told me that this was her favorite date so far, which was awesome to hear. It's not every day you find a girl that prefers being kidnapped to a picnic in the park!
Stompin' on ants, suckin' their souls. Stompin' on ants, souls souls souls!

Re: It's A Trap!

Postby NemesisPrime » Mon Aug 12, 2013 3:20 am

Sounds like a very "filling' evening! *shot*

Debbie though? I figured with your username and avatar you'd pick Maka but I guess that'd be too obvious lol
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: It's A Trap!

Postby Soul Eater » Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:14 am

Well yeah XD I like matching pseudo names with real names too. So Debbie works because her actual name also starts with a D.
Stompin' on ants, suckin' their souls. Stompin' on ants, souls souls souls!

Re: It's A Trap!

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Aug 12, 2013 1:45 pm

Would love to see more stories please.Debbie sounds like a fun friend,lucky you.

Re: It's A Trap!

Postby Soul Eater » Tue Aug 20, 2013 10:01 pm

We did plenty of that too, Mirae ^^ It was a pretty great thing we had going.
Stompin' on ants, suckin' their souls. Stompin' on ants, souls souls souls!