Hello everyone.
After being inspired by my friend Bondagefreak who came up with some great ideas for testing my limits in a kidnapping scenario,
I thought I’d share this attempted kidnapping with you. For part 1: bondagefreak is the Dom and I’m the sub. In part 2: it’s the reverse.
This is Fictional, but would love for it to be true!
Please be advised, this story is PG-17 and contains BDSM and other adult themes not suitable for minors.
I also thought I’d add on to bondagefreak’s great ideas of kidnapping me. Not changing a whole lot. I’m just putting in
more detail to what he started. Part 1 consists mainly of his ideas in more detail and is written mainly from the subs point of view. Part 2 will consist of my revenge!
Revenge for Attempted Kidnapping
PART 1:
Before you and your two gym buddies ever break in to my place to capture me…first off you’ve all done your homework.
You know exactly when I’m coming home from work and that my roommate will be out of the country for the next 2 weeks. You’re aware that I’m using my vacation days during that time to relax alone around my apartment. You’re also aware that I have an abundant amount of bondage/fetish items in my place that you can use to your advantage. These items include: large rolls of duct tape,
rope, straps, gags, down clothing/sleeping bags (to tie me up inside of course), diapers, and sex toy-vibrators fleshlights etc.
How did you get all this information in the first place you ask? Well it turns out that a good friend of mine is also really good friends with you.
In fact he’s one of your gym buddies. He’s always had plans to get back at me after what I did to him during a sleepover a few years back.
I used his own sleeping bag to tie him up in. I kept him like that the whole night and he was so humiliated.
He swore he would have his revenge on me one day. I never took him seriously because he was smaller than I was.
Also to make the kidnapping much easier...It turns out that our buddy has a spare key to my building (I forgot that I gave him one in case of emergencies).
So Rather than breaking in when I’m already home and risk getting caught or worse, your plan is to enter my apartment silently while I’m at work (using the spare key) and get everything ready for my capture.
You and your friends make sure to have your masks on so that when you capture me, I won’t see your faces at first.
Once you’re all set up and you brought in your padded medical gurney with the straps ready to tie me down. You wait patiently for me to arrive. During that time you each open up my closet and take a dark colored down jacket to wear for fun. (I know you would take my old black TNF nuptse jacket)
You make sure that everyone and everything is out of site so you hide in my roommate’s room. To keep the element of surprise you and your buddies remain dead silent when I come in.
After a long day at work I look forward to relaxing. As soon as I get into my apartment, I immediately hop in the shower.
Unknown to me is that you are in my place hiding and waiting for the right moment to pounce on me.
After drying off I decide to relax on my couch and put some music on. I tend to listen to my music pretty loudly. Big mistake!
That’s when you seize the perfect moment to jump me. You and your buddies end up doing a number on me. One of them holds my legs down while the other puts me in a somewhat tight sleeper hold. I try to yell out but my shortness of breath keeps my audible at a minimum.
The loud music also keeps any neighbors from hearing my struggles.
While these guys have me temporally under control you walk up to me, getting real close to my face. You take off your mask and tell me who you are. My face immediately turns red in the knowledge of what’s about to happen. Smiling you whisper in my ear,
“You should have been careful what you wished for…You’re mine now!”
It’s at that moment you take out an extra large roll of duct tape and put it right next to me. You then proceed to take your trainers off followed by your nasty soiled socks. I struggle desperately in vein because I know exactly what you’re going to do with them. You wave the nasty socks directly over my face letting me take a big whiff of it while your buddies start to laugh at me. I do my best to keep my mouth completely shut but it no use.
The combination of being short of breath followed by having my nose pinched shut by two of your fingers leaves me with no choice but to except the disgusting sock gag.
Once you have them shoved deep in my mouth, you take the roll of duct tape and immediately wrap it around my head about 15 times.
You even wrap it under and around my chin to make sure it stays in my mouth good and tight.
With the duct tape still in your hand, you temporally tape my arms to my side to keep me from fighting off your buddies.
Stepping back to admire your handy work, you teasingly say, “I better go get some of your down gear out. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold!”
While you’re digging through my closet your buddies are proceeding to strip me down to my undies.
You return in hand with my big shiny LMR down suit complete with mitts and booties. You also have both my black 2200g and red 3500g down filled bags followed by a 12 pack of thick adult diapers. Your buddies start laughing at me histareckly for having diapers in my closet.
This makes me feel even more humiliated.
You order your buds to hold me down with more pressure while you take a diaper out of the pack.
It’s then when you notice the bulge in my underwear growing larger from the thought of what’s about to happen.
My face is super red at this point because of the huge erection I have going. You look at me with a sadistic smile before saying, “looks like you’re enjoying every moment of this. Let’s see if we can change that.” With that you unfold the diaper and fasten it securely around my waist. The diaper puts even more pressure on my erect member.
Right after that you reach into the pocket of your nylon track pants and pull out a remote control vibrator. Holding it up so I can see it,
I start struggling when I notice what it is in your hand. While laughing at my struggles you tape the vibrator good and tight over my diapered crotch. For added fun and humiliation, you slip another diaper on me to make sure I keep everything dry.
Next step is to take my big down suit and with the help of your buds; you force me into the suit starting with my legs then you guys put each of my arms through the sleeves. Next is putting on the down mitts and booties which you tape securely to the main part of my suit. This renders my hands completely useless. To make sure I don’t struggle too much, your buds tightly tie rope around my ankles, knees, waist, and chest keeping my arms pinned to my sides and my legs together.
Once completely tied inside the suit you zip the front zipper all the way up to my neck. Before zipping it up any further one of your buds hands you a Russian military gas mask. You slip it over my head before enclosing the down suit hood around it. Next you zip it up as far as the zipper will go so the only thing protruding from the hood is the gas mask breathing tube.
I’m all but blind at this point. I can barely make out what’s happening, but I do notice you walking towards me with both my LMR down bags with that same sadistic smile on your face. You start by having your buds lift me up in the air while you work the black 2200g filled bag up from my legs to my head. Once the bag is over my head, you zip it up all the way before tightening and knotting off both the neck and hood draw cords. You make sure the breathing tube from the gas mask is sticking out of my down bag cocoon.
Now I’m completely blind and I know I’m done for. I can’t see what’s going on but I can feel the pressure of you and your friends forcing my cocooned form into my much larger 3500g LMR bag. I felt totally drained of energy by just the thought of being tightly tied up in all this overfilled down gear. It was a little challenging but you ended up succeeding in fitting me in the second monstrous down sleeping bag. Same thing with the first bag…you tighten the hood and knot off both the draw cords making sure the breathing tube is the only thing sticking out of the bag.
I can already feel the heat building up at this point and I realize struggling will only make it worse. Now that I’m completely tied up in my down cocoon, with the help of your friends you strap me up to your padded medical gurney. I can feel even more pressure around me as you tighten the straps around my form.
You get real close to my hooded head and ask, “Are you having fun yet?” To which I can only respond with an angry, “MMMMMPPPPPPHHHHHH!” This response causes you and your friends to burst out laughing. “Ah, but we’re just getting started with you!”
With that you take one of your fowl smelling trainers as well as my breathing tube and shove the open end of the tube inside you trainer before taping them tightly together. This makes sure that not only will the smelly trainer stay in place, but it will also make sure that the only air I breathe in will be rancid. I can still slightly hear your friends commenting on how badly your trainers smell.
It takes a moment for me to process what’s happening but then the smell hits me and I know exactly what you just did. This causes me to struggle violently in my down prison. After a short time I end up giving up and just take in every breath of your smelly sneaker taped to my breathing tube.
Despite, having to breathe in your trainer and having your disgusting socks shoved deep in my mouth, I still have a raging hard on.
Suddenly I feel the remote control vibrator kick in. It’s a small yet powerful vibrator. The sensation causes me to spasm uncontrollably. You just sit back and laugh at me the whole time saying, “Ha-ha, You’re gonna have lots of fun with that vibrator strapped to your crotch! I’ve set it to random so you may or may not get off on it! We’re going to leave you at the mercy of it until we think you’ve had enough.
Then we might consider turning it off!”
Hearing what you said makes me struggle even more aggressively, but I know escape is hopeless.
I know you’re no amateur when it comes to tying someone up. You did an outstanding job of strapping me up good and tight in my down suit/sleeping bag prison. Making sure that escape was impossible.
You feel very confident that you have me hostage and that I’m yours to do what you want with.
After admiring your handy work for a little, you get close to where my ear is in the down prison and tell me, “Tying you down is thirsty work!”
Convinced that I’m under control you decide to go on a quick beer run with one of your pals while telling the other to keep an eye on me during that time. You’re only gone for about 5 minutes or so. (Cause there’s a liquor store right near my place)
When you get back, you spend some more time watching me thrash around trying to escape from the heat of the sleeping bag and down suit cocoon while also trying to dislodge the gas mask breathing tube from your rancid smelling trainers. I struggle desperately to try and get your fowl tasting socks out of my mouth but the 15 layers of duct tape around my head keep it in place no matter how hard I try.
The remote controlled vibrator strapped to my diapered crotch drives me to the brink of insanity. Every time it starts vibrating again,
you laugh menacingly at my predicament. In fact the more I struggle the more you tease me. You keep telling me how funny I look in my down cocoon and you’re not going to let me out for the rest of the night even if I need to use the bathroom. You also occasionally squeeze your trainer tightly around my breathing tube making the awful smell attacking my nostrils more intense.
To give me an idea of how thick and puffy my down suit/sleeping bag combo is, with your hands…you begin to rub it all over fiercely.
Enjoying the swooshing sound the soft shiny nylon makes. For added fun, you start slapping and lightly punching all around my cocooned body while jokingly asking if I can feel it.
After teasing me for a little while, you decide to leave me alone to take in the torture of my prison affecting all my senses.
During this time you and your pals end up chilling in my living room, watching TV and drinking some beers.
After a few hours you decide to call it a night and tell your buddies to leave. Before they go, you tell them to come back in the morning to have some more fun with me. You mention there’s absolutely no way I can escape and that I can easily be taken care of by you alone.
Your buddies agree and take off for the night.
Once they’ve left you say to me, “Well…I guess it’s just you and me now. Don’t worry though, they’ll be back tomorrow and well have even more fun with you. After we’re done here, we’re taking you and your down clothing collection with us back to my place where you’ll remain my hostage forever!”
These words literally put a chill in my body. Too bad that chill wasn’t enough to counteract the heat as I’ve been tied in my down prison for almost 4 hours. I’m sweating bullets inside from my trapped body heat and there’s nothing I can do about it.
It’s late at night and you’re getting very tired. I keep begging you through my fowl tasting gag to please let me go. You just come up to me and say, “I’m heading off to bed. I’ll be keeping you out here while I use your bedroom. Don’t want your constant mmmppphhhing disturbing my slumber! Besides, you look nice and comfy in your prison. Let’s see if you can last a whole night in there. Don’t worry, you’ll have the vibrator and my smelly trainer to keep you company!”
I tried begging even harder but this just causes you to burst out laughing again. I can’t believe you’re leaving me tied up like this in my own place while you're going to sleep in my room on my queen size bed.
Watching me struggle in my tight puffy and shiny down cocoon with the knowledge that every breathe I take goes through your awful smelling trainer. Not to mention knowing you have your soiled socks stuck in my mouth and a vibrator attached to me privates.
All this makes you become incredibly horny.
Before dozing off, you go into my closet and take out every piece of down clothing I have in there. (Including my sleeping bags) Throwing it on my bed making yourself a nice big down pile. You can’t help but rub one out using one of my down jacket’s sleeves.
After shooting your load in the sleeve, you feel very relieved.
You throw the used jacket on the floor and clean yourself off a little before getting on top of the down pile.
You get yourself nice and comfy in between all the down gear. Once comfortable you immediately fall into a deep sleep.
To Be Continued...