Welcome to my next story.
It involves the same persons as the last, so I will just give you a short rundown of us.
That's obviously me, 23 years back then, 6'3'', blonde, solidly built, called affectionally "my bad guy" by my new sweetheart.
Talking about her, she is the second person involved: Angela was still 21, Blonde too, with long hair, lovely brown eyes, about 5'11' and a nice built, everything placed on the right locations on her body. She is a rather extrovert person, carrying her heart on her tongue. She's experienced in tie-up games, and really loves to be tied up.
The third person is Jasmine, our little 'bondage girl', and Angela's room mate: slightly smaller than Angela at 5'9'', brown hair of medium length, brown eyes, 20 years and a slim build. Although a shy person, she discovered in the last story that she loves to be tied up as much as Angela, and that her slim body can take quite some time in tight bondage.
As some have asked me about this: the names are made-up, not the real ones of the involved persons. Another question asked about me... what my name is. I won't use my real name here either, so I'll just choose one. I'll take on the name of 'Matt' for you, so it’s short and simple (not like my real name, which would give most English speakers terrible headaches).
Anyway, a little while had passed since the last events I wrote about; Angela and I had become a couple, spending as much time together as possible, and Jasmine became a close friend of both of us. Angela's birthday was coming close, and this story starts with Jasmine and me sitting in a small pub, thinking about what to do on that day.
"Gladly her birthday is Saturday," I said, nipping at my coffee, "so we will have time for whatever we do."
"Yes," Jasmine replied, "and as far as I know, her family doesn't have time to visit her."
"I want something special for her, something she will always renember." I gauged her..."Hmmm, you surely remembered when we 'kidnapped' you."
"Uhm Yes" she replied, getting a little red in the face. That's her usual reaction to such topics, as she was a little shy.
"I think she would like a kidnapping for her birthday...what about it, do you want a little payback for last time, and help me along?"
"That would be something new to me, I haven't done much tying myself." she answered. "I am unsure whether I can do that."
"Oh, you will be up to it, I am sure." I replied. "After all, you know much about bondage stuff already, and I will be there for most of the tying... I just might need a second pair of hands now and then."
"Well, I am with you then," she replied, "might even be some fun."
"Let's plan a little ahead then, Jas'" I told her "after all, I want this to be as good as possible. As I see it, we will especially need two things: First, an opportunity to 'get' her, and second, a place to take her to. As far as I know, her uncle's weekend house won't be available for that."
Jasmine got into the right spirit obviously, already thinking like a kidnapress (or whatever the female form of 'kidnapper' is called).
"She usually goes jogging into the nearby woods on weekend mornings, so getting her won't be that hard" she said. "I will find a reason to leave of flat earlier, and we two can wait for her."
"As you mention the woods out there", I replied, "I remember there are some abandoned bunkers from the world war out there, where no one ever goes, perhaps we can take her somewhere there. I will check them out the next days."
Jasmine smiled. "That would of course be very stylish, if we want it to be as real as possible. Can we take your car for transporting her?"
"Of course we can." I replied, "As you know first hand, a tied girl fits in there very well."
Jasmine put her tongue out at me, and I smiled at her.
"Just keep in mind", I told her, "this is gonna be Angela's birthday present. So we will do everything to make it nice to her, which might not include tying you up, too."
She nodded, "Yes, I think that’s ok. Just don't hesitate to do it, if opportunity arises."
"We will see" I replied, and conversation went on to other topics.
To cut a long story short (as if I ever actually do that), I went out in the woods the next days, and found a nice spot where we could take Angela to. It was an old bunker buried into the earth, very out of the place, but which still had a functioning door, which we could lock to keep unlikely visitors out. Some days before the birthday I went there again, and cleaned it a little, removing the trash which summed up there over the years, so we would have a nice hideaway there.
It wasn't easy to hide all our preparations to Angela, perhaps she had a clue that we planned something special.. but to her credit, she didn't ask at all. I told her I would have some work to do that weekend, so we agreed to meet for lunch on her birthday, she would have the morning. I hoped she would keep with her routine and go jogging; if not, it would be Jasmine's part to convince her to do it.
Well, the day arrived, and our plans set in motion. I put on a pair of jeans, a black shirt and my black leather jacket, as I thought that would be a nice outfit for a kidnapper. I packed my sports back with lots of goodies we would need...ropes, tapes, bandanas, handcuffs, and a couple of leftover red masks from the last Halloween party, which would do a great job of hiding Jasmine's and my faces.
I prepared the trunk of my car (an old station wagon, for those who don't know it from the last story) with a blanket, so a victim wouldn't lie too uncomfortable there.
Jasmine and I had agreed that I would collect her some way away from their flat, so Angela would have no chance to spot my car. I waited at that point, and some minutes later Jas' arrived. She was wearing all black: boots, tight-cut trousers, blouse and a jacket; her hair was done into a ponytail.
"Hi, Matt" she said as she entered my car. "Everything is all right, she will be leaving our flat in half an hour or so. As you can see from my outfit, I am ready for action."
"So am I", I said, "The goodies are in the bag on the rear bench, and I found a secluded place in the woods where she will most likely come along. After we arrive there, we need to have handcuffs and tape ready, so we can tie her up and gag her quickly."
"If we were kidnappers," she replied, "wouldn't we take measures, so she can't recognize our faces later?"
"Look in the bag" I said, "I thought of that. We have a couple of face masks for that."
"I see you thought of everything" she answered, smiling. "I could -almost- have mercy with Angela, she has no chance at all."
We smiled at each other, and started to drive to the place where it would be happening.
-to be continued-
Time to tell the next chapter of my story then...
We arrived at my chosen place in some minutes. I drove some meters into the woods, and parked my car out of sight there. The weather was ok, but not too good; it was early in the morning, so I reckoned no one would come out here by accident.
Jasmine and I exited the car and went to the path Angela would take.
"Perfect", I said to Jasmine, "the car is not far away, but can't be seen from here. We can hide behind these trees..." I pointed out to the ones on the left side "and grab her when she runs by."
"Yes, indeed, a good place" she replied. "Just tell me what to do- I am not that experienced on this side of such games, you know".
We went back to the car, and opened my toy bag.
"See, the hardest thing will be the first restraint" I instructed her.
"Once we have the handcuffs on her, and gagged her, everything else will be easy. I have two pairs of handcuffs- you and I will take one pair each, as we can't know who of us will be in the best position to hold Angela, and the other one needs to handcuff her quickly."
"Sounds logical to me", she replied, "and I suggest for the same reason we both will need some material to gag her?"
That girl was a fast learner indeed.
"You got that right," I answered, smiling at her. "We will do a tape gag on her, that's the fastest and safest way. So fetch yourself a roll of duct tape and a bandana for stuffing. Oh, and don't forget the mask...we will hide our faces, to make it seem as real as possible."
She nodded.
So we went back to the path, both equipped with handcuffs, tape and red masks. I still think it's very good no one saw us back then, as we must have looked like characters out of a cheap Hollywood horror movie.
We found a nice place where we could hide in, completely invisible to anyone walking there and not taking a closer look, but we would be able to get out on the pathway fast.
"Feels almost like back in childhood, playing hide and seek," I whispered to Jasmine, as we were hiding in the bushes and it started to get boring.
"Yes," she replied, "or like a game of cops and robbers. I was especially fond of these games if they involved me getting tied up."
"No big surprise to me", I answered smiling at her, "Good that you haven't lost the fascination for these kind of games."
We both giggled.
"I was more the boy to tie up all the girls in the neighborhood", I told her, "well looking at me now, hiding in the bushes to kidnap my girlfriend, should be no big surprise to you either."
We joked about our childhood experiences a little while, when suddenly we heard some footsteps coming toward us.
"Looks like she's arriving, get ready!" I whispered to Jasmine.
I could see she was preparing for action, her body bracing in preparation.
The footsteps got closer, and we both were ready to jump at Angela. As the steps almost reached us, we were both ready to jump...when I suddenly noticed something, and actually had to hold back Jasmine.
"That's not Angela" I whispered, holding her...while a man in his beginning 30's was running past us, unaware of our presence.
We looked at each other- and after we were sure the man was out of sight, started to laugh. With all our planning and preparation, we had almost caught the wrong person!
Looking back, that moment was indeed amazingly funny, but back then we laughed more in embarrassment than in fun.
We calmed down, and after several minutes we heard footsteps again. I peeked out of the bush, and this time it was really Angela who was jogging towards us.
She was wearing a light-blue, close cut top, red nylon shorts and white running shoes. Her curly blonde hair was forced into a ponytail.
I signaled a thumbs-up to Jasmine, and we both fetched our handcuffs and put on the masks.
As she passed by, I jumped from behind our hiding place, closely followed by Jasmine. I managed to grab Angela from behind, putting one arm around her upper body (holding her arms close to it in the process) while placing my other hand over her mouth, effectively handgaggin her.
"HHMHMMMAAATT??"
That was her reply, of course!
"Happy birthday, sweetheart" I whispered in her ear, briefly out of my role.
She relaxed a little, realizing it was us.
"Quick, but the handcuffs on her!" I ordered Jasmine.
Angela struggled in my arms and hmmmpffed, but had no chance to resist, so the handcuffs closed with some clicks around her wrists on her back.
She now tried to run away, but I still held her firmly.
"Hmhmhmeeelp!" she yelled, fully in her role as victim now.
"Time to gag her" I said, in Jasmine's direction.
She lost no words, and pulled out a bandana and the duct tape.
As I removed my hand from Angela's mouth, Jasmine stuffed the bandana into it. Our victim had no chance to scream for help, that's for sure.
"Mmmmppf!" she tried to spit the bandana out of her mouth again, but I held it in there with my hand, while Jasmine pulled of some straps of tape from her duct tape roll, putting them over Angela's mouth afterwards.
"Now hold her." I commanded Jasmine, after a thought had struck my mind.
Jasmine was the lightest of us three, but I gladly saw she had no problem holding the already tied Angela, so she couldn't run away.
I fetched the bandana I had with me, as it wouldn't be needed for gagging anymore, and tied it over Angela's eyes, effectively blindfolding her.
"Hmhmhoooo!" was her reaction to it. But knowing her quite well, I could tell she really was enjoying this situation.
"Good, let's get her away from here now, to where no one will find her," I said to Jasmine, "take her left arm."
We took Angela in our middle, each of us holding one of her arms, so we had no trouble dragging her over to my car.
I opened the rear door, and we forced her to sit on the edge of the trunk, Jasmine holding her to prevent any escape attempts.
Taking a rope from our toy bag, I quickly tied her ankles together.
"Now our catch can't run away anymore," I grinned under my mask.
"Plleaappf hmmeep hmee ghho!" Angela moaned.
"No way!" Jasmine answered before I could react, and grabbed Angela's ponytail, pulling her head back.
"hmhmmou!" our victim replied.
"You will come along with us, and you won't give us any trouble, or you will regret it!" Jasmine hissed.
Looked like she enjoyed her role this day!
I decided it was definitely time for us to leave this place; if someone would find us now, it would be really difficult and embarrassing to explain everything.
So I pushed Angela into the trunk, and turned her around so she ended lying on her belly. While Jasmine was still holding her, I tied her hands and her elbows together using ropes (if you know me from my former adventures, you already know I don't like handcuffs that much, only using them when they are necessary).
After her arms were secured that way, I removed the handcuffs, and finished the bondage by tying a rope from her wrists to her feet and pulling tight, effectively putting her in a hogtie.
"Hmhmmmpff!!" was all our victim could do against it.
"Lets leave this place then" I said to Jasmine, while I put the trunk cover in place so no one could see our victim from the outside.
"She won't be able to do anything, tied up and gagged that tightly" Jasmine replied, and with a bang closed the trunk's door.
We entered the car's front, and could still hear some gag talking from behind.
"Uhm, we should take of our masks, or we could get into trouble now", I giggled and took of my mask. "Besides, our victim is blindfolded in the trunk, and will be unable to see us anyway." Which was rewarded with a louder, frustrated "hmmmmpf!" from behind.
Jasmine laughed, and took of her mask, too, and finally we drove away from that place, our helpless victim coming along, willingly or not.
That's it for today, I hope you excuse my sometimes awkward English; it is not too easy to write such stories in a language which isn't your mother tongue.
-to be continued-
As promised, here is the next part...I hope you are still with me.
To recap the situation: As a birthday surprise, Jasmine and I had kidnapped Angela, who happened to be hogtied, blindfolded and gagged in the trunk of my car at the moment.
"We won't take long to reach our destination."
Well, that was me of course. As you have read the first two chapters of the story (you have, do you?) this will be no surprise to you.
"Good, I can't wait to get her stored safely, and collect the ransom."
Not a hard guess either...Jasmine, my partner in 'kidnapping'.
A "Hmhmmmmpff!" came from behind, which was very obviously Angela.
"Shut up!" Jasmine shouted, "It ain't that anyone will hear you anyway."
Looked like the girls were both enjoying their roles, which in turn made me to enjoy myself.
Finally we arrived at the bunker I had chosen earlier, and I stopped my car right in front of it.
"Nice place," Jasmine commented, "Lonely and scary, perfect for us."
I smiled at her, and we exited the car.
Jasmine opened the trunk door, and our victim was still lying where we left her, obviously unable (or unwilling) to get out of her restraints.
"Hmmaap hmmmill hmmmoo pfoo?" she wanted to know.
"That's not your concern", I answered, while I picked her up and carried her in my arms into the bunker.
To give you a rough feeling of the surrounding: some stairs led down way to the bunker's door, about one meter deep into the ground. The bunker itself consisted of just one large room, with some viewing slits to the outside. The signs of decay and aging were clearly visible, with cracks in the walls, and graffiti sprayed on them.
I dropped my sweet victim to the ground.
"Ok, hold her fast; I will rearrange her bondage a little" I ordered Jasmine, which she immediately did.
After releasing the rope which held her in the hogtie position, Jas' and I forced her to sit up, Jasmine still holding her so she couldn't even move a bit.
I fetched more ropes from the toy bag, and started to tie her up even more: ropes around her upper body, above and below her breasts (which beside showed them off pretty well), then one around her waist and lower arms. Finally I tied her thighs together, above and below the knees.
Of course I cinched the ropes whenever possible, so she would have no chance of escape!
I took a step back and took a look at my work, satisfied with what I saw.
"Very good. Fetch the camera and the newspaper," I said to Jasmine "time to make our ransom demand."
"hmhmhmpf" Angela protested.
"Uhm I don't know, do you think we will get that much for her?" Jasmine asked. "After all, she is complaining and moaning all the time, who will want such a person back?"
Jas' was surely doing everything to tease Angela. Of course, with the latter blindfolded, I couldn't see her eyes; but I am sure, if I could, they would have had clear signs of coming revenge in them.
"Just get the stuff, ok?" I said.
While Jasmine fetched them, I checked Angela's bounds, to see if nothing was too tight. Everything seemed all right, and after she realized what I did, she signaled an Ok with one hand, too.
"Let's put our masks back on," I told Jasmine as she entered the room again, "for our ransom photo I need to remove her blindfold, and we don't want her to be able to identify us, don't we?"
"Surely not," she replied, and like me put on the red masks again.
She then handed me the camera, and walked over to Angela, the newspaper of today still in her hands.
Quickly she removed Angela's blindfold, which made her twinkle while trying to adapt to the ambient light. After a minute or so, Jas' held the newspaper's page one next to Angela, the date and headline clearly visible, and despite Angela's muted protests I took several pictures.
"That will be sufficient," I said. "Time to go and collect our reward then."
"Hmmmap?? Hmmomt hmmeaafe hmmee ahmoome!" Angela mumbled.
"Sorry sweetie," Jasmine answered, "we will need both of us for collecting the ransom. But we will do everything possible to make your stay here enjoyable as possible." And with a sarcastic grin under her mask (of course I didn't see it, but I am 100% sure it was there) she blindfolded Angela again, which was rewarded with a loud "HMHMMOOU HMMHMIIPPF!" from our victim.
We left the bunker then, closing the door behind us. The doors opening mechanism was a long lever; there would be no way, someone with hands tied on back would be able to operate it, so Angela was trapped inside. We heard some more moaning coming from the inside, but after the door was closed it was barely audible. If someone would pass at a little distance, he wouldn't be able to hear anything. A good place to keep a damsel indeed!
"Ok, let's make it as real as possible for her", I whispered to Jasmine. "Take my car and drive away, she will hear the engine. Of course I will stay here to watch for her safety... but she should think we really left her in that bunker."
Jasmine took of her mask, and grinned evilly at me.
"Good," she whispered back to me, "how long shall I stay away?"
"Half an hour at least" I answered. "Besides, I don't want you to wait idle in that time. There are some things I want you to do for me in the meantime..."
While I whispered further into her ear, she smiled.
"That's a real great idea, Matt, and will surely be a surprise to her. Sometimes I could become really jealous to her for having such a bad guy as partner."
"Jas', we have been through this discussion already", I replied. "She is my partner, and you are our bondage girl, but nothing sexual, remember?"
"Oh, I was only kidding" she replied. "I am happy the way things are, I just wanted to tease you a little."
I wasn't sure back then that she told me the truth; but I decided to let it be this time.
"Just hand me the key and papers, and I will leave you two alone for a while" she continued.
After she got the two aforementioned items, she entered the car, adjusted the seat and mirrors, and drove away.
Under the engine's noise I could barely make out the muffled screams coming out of the bunker.
I decided to use the viewing slits of the bunker to watch the inside while Jas' was away. Angela was still sitting in the corner where we left her, in her red nylon shorts and light blue top, struggling against her bounds and mmmpfing into her gag (which was quite a beautiful sight and sound to me).
I watched her escape attempts, but she didn't manage to get very far. After about twenty minutes or so, she surrendered to her bondage, and just sat in that corner waiting for things to come, only changing her position now and then as little as her bonds allowed her to.
What will happen next? You will find out when I continue my story.
-to be continued-
I see you are still with me, which means either you are bored beyond belief or you are really interested in the story. For my own sake I will assume the second option, and continue writing. If you are just here because of boredom- I apologize!
I was still watching tied-up Angela sitting trapped in that bunker. About half an hour after Jasmine had left, I decided I might as well have some more fun till she comes back, so I opened the bunker's door again, entering the room.
"Hmmmoo ipff pfffheeree?" Angela wanted to know.
'This time you won't know' I thought to myself, and remained silent. She surely had heard my steps, and could hear my breathing, but nothing else.
"Hmmmeehoo??" she mumbled.
I realized it would have been cruel to stand around and do nothing, so I started to play around with her a little. Alas, what I did is nothing suited for this board- so you just have to take my word that it was very enjoyable for both of us.
Sufficient for you to know, that when Jasmine came back about 15 minutes later, Angela was still tied up, gagged and blindfolded as before, but a little more exhausted and covered in sweat.
I heard the car's engine from the outside and stopped playing around with Angela, instead exiting the bunker again, locking the door behind me. Some muffled "Hmmmoo!" and "HRMPF"s were to be heard, but I guessed these are appropriate talks for a kidnapped victim.
"Let her have some minutes to relax", I said to Jasmine, "it ain't that she will run away from us anyway".
Jasmine knowingly smiled at me...she wasn't stupid at all.
"I prepared everything," she told me. "We take her and leave for her surprise at any moment."
"Sounds good" I answered, "she will really like it!"
"Do we get her back in the car now?" She asked.
"You are right, it's time to go now" was my reply.
We entered the bunker again, greeted by a "hmmmmpf", which obviously was generated by the tied and gagged damsel sitting in the corner.
"You are a lucky girl," Jasmine told the aforementioned damsel, "we received your ransom, and now its time we move you to your point of release."
"hmmmpf?" Angela wanted to know.
"You will find out soon enough" I replied. I turned to Jasmine and said "You take her legs, I take her body."
And despite Angela's muted protests, we picked her up. I put my arms around her upper body from behind, lifting her up, Jasmine took her feet, and we carried her out of her prison. The car was already waiting outside, the trunk door open, so we just dropped Angela softly into the trunk.
Using a small piece of rope, I turned her bondage into a hogtie again (but not as tight as before, because with thighs tied tightly together you can't just bend your legs as good). This was of course just done to prevent her from injuring herself during the car ride, not that I enjoyed putting her into tight bondage, no.
She was ignorant of my careful behavior though, and just grunted angrily at me.
What she didn't see (well of course she was blindfolded- that may count as excuse) was that Jasmine had fetched the box my last TV set was delivered in, just as I had asked from her.
You need to remember, this was a long time before LCD or plasma screens were in use; the TV sets back then were rather heavy and bulky affairs, and so the boxes containing them needed to be big and stable.
Jasmine opened the box, and Angela led out a surprised "humph?" as I lifted her hogtied body up, and put here down into that box. It wouldn't be too uncomfortable for her in there, I decided.
"HMmmap??" she asked.
"You know the deal," Jasmine replied, "just shut up!"
With these words she closed the box, and used the duct tape to seal it close.
That way our victim would be stored safely, so we closed the trunks cover and the door.
During our ride back to my apartment a thought struck my mind...if there was a traffic control, it would give a very interesting scene. A man and a woman- red facemasks lying near them, dressed in all black. Another woman in their trunk, in a box, barely dressed, tied tightly. That would mean a lot of explaining.. and possible some fines for violating god-knows-which traffic regulations.
I am sure there are regulations prohibiting transporting someone tied up in the trunk of a car, and in the U.S. there are surely some silly laws which only allows it if you carry a shotgun in your glove compartment, which we of course didn't.
Anyway, we were lucky, no such thing happened, and after a short drive we arrived at my house.
Gladly I managed to park my car near the entrance. Angela was not too heavy, but I didn't want to carry her for a long distance anyway.
Jasmine and I exited the car, and went to the box in the trunk.
"Better be real quite now, or you will be in trouble!" she said towards the direction of the box, which contained our victim.
A muffled "mmeeppf" was to be heard, which we both interpreted as "yes".
We picked up the box- each of us on one side- and entered the staircase. Luckily my apartment was on the first floor, so we wouldn't have to carry the box way up high.
As we reached the first floor, something happened which almost stunned me. My neighbor was just leaving her apartment, and saw us two carrying the box.
"Oh, you’re getting a new TV set. Nice." she said.
"Uhmm, yes" I replied.
You think that was a lame reply? Then imagine you were in my situation back then! I was glad I managed to say anything!
Anyway, she just turned around and left the house, and there were no further interruptions as we carried our box into my apartment, and into my living room.
I quickly cut the tape that closed the box, and gladly saw Angela was well, albeit a little messed. "hmmmmpf" she greeted me.
I removed the hogtie rope, lifted her out of the box, and sat her on the sofa.
"I will remove some more of your bondage, if you promise you won't do anything stupid. Agreed?" I asked her.
"hmmooopay" she nodded.
First I untied her legs and ankles. She moved them around a little, testing their newfound freedom. Next were the ropes around her upper body- chest and waist. Then the elbow bounds, which made her mmmpf in relief as she finally got a little more freedom for her arms.
"I will take of your gag", Jasmine said to her, while I was still working on the ropes, "but be completely silent...or I will just gag you again, and I will make you regret it!"
Angela nodded again, and with a quick pull Jasmine removed the duct tape across Angela's mouth and after that the bandana in it, which now was soaked through and through with her saliva.
To Angela's honor: she didn't even yell "ouch" as the tape was ripped from her face.
The attentive reader will now know how she was tied: only her hands were now bound behind her back, and she was still blindfolded.
While this may seem too little bondage for enthusiasts like us three, it fitted perfectly well with the plans we had...
Which you will find out, when I write the conclusion of the story.
-to be continued-
I know you hate me right now

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I see you are still with me for the Grande finale. (God, that sounds melodramatic, as if I had written a great piece of literature, and not just a small bondage story).
Back on topic then...
Angela was sitting on my couch, wearing red shiny nylon shorts and a light blue top. Her hands were still tied behind her back, and she was blindfolded with a bandana.
Until then Jasmine had been my 'partner in crime'. What she didn't know was that I had developed more plans than she thought. What at first was a vague idea went to actual planning as I saw how much Jas' enjoyed her role as kidnapress, tormenting Angela.
"Can I talk to you for a minute, in the kitchen?" I asked Jasmine.
"Sure" she replied. Looked like she had no Idea what I was up to.
The attentive reader will remember that I was still carrying a pair of handcuffs in my pockets, which I had taken along for kidnapping Angela... but which weren't used. Well, I am no man to let an opportunity pass, and so I grabbed Jasmine from behind after the kitchen door was closed. Not to boast, but I was really good this time. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her mouth shut close with duct tape, before she could even react.
"Hmmmmap?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, just a thought of mine" I replied. "I thought I should have another fitting birthday present for Angela, so I am giving you to her. Perhaps she will want to take some revenge on you, after you treated her so harshly earlier today."
"Hmmmooo, pfffeef hmmop" she answered, but from the sparkle in her eyes I could tell she was actually looking forward for some 'payback'.
I fetched myself a piece of paper, and wrote the following note on it:
'I am your birthday present. Treat me as you wish.'
and placed it on her Jacket, fastening it with another piece of tape.
Sometimes I have a real cruel streak...children, better stay away from people like me!
She protested, and tried to get it off, but without any success.
After I decided to get things going, I grabbed one of her arms and pulled her back into the living room, and made her sit down on the floor, next to Angela's other birthday presents. Just to be on the safe side, I used more of the duct tape to tape her ankles together, so there was no getting away for her.
The next steps were easy. I went back into the kitchen, and fetched the birthday cake we had prepared. Back in the living room I put it on the table in front of Angela, singing "Happy birthday" in the process. Even Jasmine tried to join the singing...
If you haven't heard a gagged version of "Happy birthday" yet, you have missed something really bizarre.
Anyway, I lighted the candles on the cake, and finally removed Angela's blindfold.
"Happy birthday sweetheart" I said. "Blow out the candles and make a wish".
She smiled at me, and managed to blow all candles out with one attempt.
"You are great" she said, "That is surely the most memorable birthday I had in my life so far."
"It's your day" I replied. "But look at your presents, down there on the floor..."
She did, and as she read the note on Jasmine's Jacket, smiled.
"Ok, your decision honey" I told Angela, "Shall I remove the ropes holding your hands on your back, so you can play with your birthday presents..."
"hmmmmmppfff!!!" Jasmine interrupted.
"Or do you want to be kept tied up yourself?" I continued.
"You said it's my day," she answered, "so I think I will take both options. Untie me now, give me some time with that nasty little girl...and tie me up again later."
Needless to say, I agreed, and removed her bondage. We smiled at each other and kissed, while Jasmine watched us and got more nervous, probably asking herself what Angela was gonna do to her now.
But that will not be told in this story, as this was about Angela's birthday kidnapping. I hope you like my little story (well... with 'little' I always have a little problem, my stories tend to get longer than necessary). If you want to leave me some feedback I would really appreciate it.
MAY THE ROPE BE WITH YOU