What made it particularly exciting is that the only things she was wearing (other than her bondage) were two laundry sacks, one containing her from the waist down, and one containing the upper half of her helplsess body.
I never was able to find out who she was, or how she got free, or how she was freed without a lot of embarrassment.
Since then, I've often fantasized about what I would have done if I'd been the guy to find her squirming and mmppff'ing on the floor. I know that in real life I'd rescue her. After all, I couldn't know how willingly she'd ended up so helpless and vulnerable. And with the thick cloth laundry bag covering her head and torso, I couldn't even know who she is.
At the time, I was a sophomore in college, living in the dorm. My roommate was away for the weekend, and I was trying to finish an engineering project due Monday. Our dorm hallway was divided by a pair of double doors. The guys' rooms were on one side, and the girls' rooms were on the other. My room was next to the double doors.
Throughout the evening, I'd enjoyed listening to the sounds of female voices returning to their section of the hallway. I found myself listening for the voice of one girl in particular, one of the new freshman girls -- Lenora -- a bright, petite, first-generation American whose parents hailed from China.
She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall, and weighed about 100 pounds. She was slender, even for the gymnast she was. Her best features were her pretty face (especially her smile!) and her her shapely legs -- well-defined yet slender calves and thighs, cute small feet. (I'm a leg man

I hadn't really gotten to know Lenora very well, just talked to her in the hall a few times. She was usually very busy with school and gymnastics, and a lot of guys were interested in her.
As the evening wore on, the female voices died down, and so did my enthusiasm for that term paper. Hitting the sack, I drifted off into slumber land. I fantasized about Lenora, specifically about playing tie-up games with her someday -- tied up and tickling games.
Meanwhile, on the other side of those double doors, a college freshman was undergoing an initiation. She was no match for the six coeds (who also lived in the girl's section) who were all at least 3 inches taller and 25 pounds heavier than she -- the smallest of the six being of average height and weight, about 5'5" and 125 pounds.
While one of the girls hand-gagged her and others restrained her limbs, still others methodically stripped her of every stitch of clothing.
She hadn't gotten into this embarrassing situation entirely unwillingly. She'd been given an opportunity to have at least some say in how she would be initiated. Two lists of six different initiations each had been presented to her, and she'd been given a few minutes to pick her list of six before a die was cast, sealing her fate. She'd picked the list containing her particular initiation because the other list's possibilities seemed worse overall.
The "bound and gagged and left in the guys' hallway" option didn't look too bad on paper, especially since it also said "except for your waist showing a little, you'll be completely 'clothed' from head to toe." She'd taken that to mean she wouldn't be naked, and there was only one chance in six she'd be initiated that way.
But the toss of the die was "bound and gagged ... "
Not that it was the least desirable initiation.
In fact, she'd felt a shiver of excitement when she first saw it on the list, and she felt a tingling feeling below her waist when the roll of the die picked this particular initiation.
She had on several previous occasions been a little excited thinking about bondage, and had even tied her legs together on more than a few evenings after bedtime, and she'd enjoyed some pleasurable sensations while "struggling" in that bondage in the privacy of her bedroom during her high school years.
So she had actually been a little excited about being tied up and gagged when the die was tossed the previous Monday. Maybe she'd surprise the other girls and escape her bondage.
Or maybe she wouldn't be able to escape, and would instead be able to find out how it felt to be helplessly tied up and gagged, struggling and mmppff'ing.
This was something she'd actually fantasized about, but she'd never found both the opportunity or the nerve to ask someone to tie her up.
This was now her opportunity, under the guise of an initiation. The sophomore girls would have their fun, and she'd have hers, in the safety of her dorm.
She'd assumed she'd be bound and gagged right then, after classes, and left in the guys' hallway while the girls looked on for several minutes before retrieving her.
But the sophomore girls told her they were going to keep the day and time of the initiation a secret, so they could catch her by surprise and "abduct" her. And late on this particular Saturday evening, they'd done just that.
In actuality, it wasn't entirely embarrassing for her. She was proud of her trim, toned body, even her smallish breasts, which had been described as "pert". This wasn't the first time she'd been naked in front of other girls, having been in locker rooms and showers with teammates for years.
Still, she'd put up quite a struggle while her captors were stripping her. One of the sophomores kept telling her not to worry, that she was just going to have to wear something else, and that she wouldn't be naked when they dumped her in the guys' hallway.
And now she was tiring from struggling against the six sophomore girls restraining her. One of the girls tweaked the freshman's nipples, causing her to cry out, and the one hand-gagging her removed her hand, allowing a gag to be stuffed into the freshman's mouth.
It was a rolled up sock that had been shoved halfway down the inside of a stocking. The ends of the stocking had then been tied into a square not over the balled up sock inside, creating a sort of ballgag.
It took a bit of levering to shove the balled up sock gag into the freshman girl's wide open mouth, and even before the ends of the sock were tied behind her neck, the captive coed knew she wouldn't be able to push it out with her tongue.
A long sock was then tied over her mouth and knotted behind her neck, above the first gag. Another tweak proved the gag's effectiveness. All that came out was a muffled "mmppff!!"
This felt both exciting and a little scary to the freshman. She'd seen women on TV gagged with tape or cleave gagged, but she'd never been gagged herself. She was surprised at how effective it was, and how helpless and excited it made her feel.
Now her captors went to work tying her wrists behind her back, and frog-tying her legs (I'll describe it more later!)
She felt exposed, her bound arms unable to cover her bare breasts. At least she was able to bring her knees together and close to her chest. Her nipples, already a bit erect naturally, felt a little tingly, and she felt more tingles down below. She kinda hoped the girls attributed her heavy breathing and reddened face to her recent struggles.
She wondered now just how it was that she was going to be "clothed".
The way her arms and legs were bound, how could the girls possibly dress her? One of the girls then explained that "clothed" actually meant something along the lines of "cloth", as in fabric, and not "clothe", as in clothing". The girls giggled (except for the gagged one, who just looked at the others apprehensively.
The girls added some more bondage items (which I'll describe later), which intensified the freshman's sensations of bondage.
The sophomore girls then placed the freshman's bound legs into a heavy cloth laundry sack. It was dark green, a little less than 3 feet wide, and about 3 feet long. The drawstrings were cinched loosely around the captive's waist and tied off.
An identical laundry bag was placed over the bound girl's head, all the way down to her waist, below her bound wrists. It also wasn't cinched tightly before the drawstrings were knotted.
The coeds then spent several long minutes tickling the helplessly bound freshman through the fabric of the laundry sacks, until she was exhausted and breathing very hard. She hadn't expected this! She'd never been tickled so hard or for so long. And by so many fingers!
Then she felt her body sliding across the smooth linoleum floor as the girls pulled and pushed her helplessly bound body down the hallway. She heard a door open as she continued to be moved down the hallway, and a few feet later she stopped. She heard the girls giggle, then their laughter faded away as she heard the door close.
She felt a brief bit of panic. The girls were gone, and as late as it was, there probably wouldn't be any other girls coming into the hallway. And it being late on a Saturday night, she worried about having one or more guys find her this way.
Almost instinctively, she knew she had to get free, or at least somehow get back into the girls' hallway. So she began struggling with all her might, trying to free her bound wrists. She also began trying to wriggle and squirm her way in the direction of where she thought her hallway doors were. Because of the way she was bound, she couldn't help butt stimulate herself while struggling, and she'd occasionally let out a muffled squeal.
It was hard for her to make any progress on the smooth floor, and hard for her to know if she was; she'd found it easiest to try scooting on her back, having frustrated herself in more ways than one by trying to inch along on her side or crawl on her abdomen.
She certainly hadn't loosened her wrist bindings. During her struggles, her slender waist had become more exposed as her lower laundry sack had slid down a few inches below her navel, and the air felt cool on her exposed skin, which was slightly glistening from her struggling while tied up in those sacks.
At least the sack over her upper body couldn't ride up much because of her bound arms. But even still, she was afraid that if she was found this way by any of the guys, their hormone-driven brains would find her irresistible.
So she kept trying hard to escape.
Finally, she felt her head bump against a door. At least she thought it was a door. She knocked on the door with her sack-covered head a few times, hoping the girls -- or some other girls -- would hear her and take pity.
She kept this up for about a minute, breathing hard through her gag, even trying to shout "mmm mmm" (the gag talk translation is "help me"). She couldn't hear any guys around, and she hoped she wouldn't
Then she felt her head give way as the door her head was bumping against opened inward. She mmppff'd * and squirmed in her gaggage and bondage, trying to communicate as best she could that she wanted to be rescued, even becoming a little frantic.
(* "mmm mm mmmm" = "let me go" in gag-talk)
It seemed like a full minute passed -- in silence, except for the sound of her own breathing. The silence bothered her. She'd hoped to at least hear some teasing (but nevertheless reassuring) female voices. But nobody was talking.
Suddenly she felt her bound body dragged quickly along the floor for several feet.
This startled her. She mmmpppfff'd loudly into her gag.
She heard a door close behind her. Then she heard some more startling sounds. The sound of a dead-bolt. And the sound of a door chain. And someone saying "Shhh, be quiet", in a male voice!
(To be continued in this thread)