Postby tiedup101 » Thu Nov 24, 2011 4:30 pm
Thanks for the compliments guys. And the penis gags are extremely humiliating. I think not being in control of what you do is very humbling and much of the fun in bondage. Anyway back to the story. Also, if you have ANY questions on the bondage, gags, anything, please just email you and I'll send a picture.
I awoke in the stupid cage. My hands were in mitts, held together by a simple double ended snap clip. A rope was attached, and my hands were pulled up and out of the cage, and since the mitts added space, I couldnt move them back in. Nothing to tight or anything, just out of the way. My head was held in place, out side of the cage, by a opening that closed around my neck. My feet were out the ends and cuffed then, essentially ensuring my feet did not get in the way. (again, email if there are questions). I woke up, again in that stupid daze. Jason looked on as I explored the restraints. After making sure that I could get out, I started yelling. He came over and put his hand over my mouth. He told me that wasnt the best idea. I was 'given' a gag, similar to the penis gag, but instead of the penis bit, a big ball. Smaller than a tennis ball, but not by much. I explored that why he tussled my hair. I protested through the gag, but the usual mpph came out. Then he put a blindfold over me, then a black tight fitting spandex hood. About 30 seconds later, you guessed it, I was being tickled. He had put on a glove of some sort, and that enhanced the tickling. I had no where to go, no way of estimating where he was going to be tickled, and no way to stop him or tell him.
About 30 minutes of tickling in, he stopped. Thank gosh! He took off the hood and blindfold. I stared angrily at him as he continued to caress my body. Then, he plops a mini tv contraption of some sort on the cage, directly in my sight. Remember, with the cage collar, I couldnt move my head much at all. Then, he turned it on.
*This is me (the writer) telling you that me (the captive) has been hyponotized. I dont know this, nor do I remember much, Jason will describe rest. I dont ask questions, Jason is always right*
The t.v is taken away and Jason, who is my best friend, takes me out of the cage. The cage happens to be really comfortable and the gag is so that my mouth isnt exposed to germs. The ball is so my tongue can have something to play with. Then, all of a sudden, the hair on my legs, arms, chest, and armpits are on fire. Luckily Jason can just shave them off for me. He tells me to get on his pool table to shave them off. And of course, I have to have a jockstrap on. He begins to tie me up to the table, spreadeagle. He can only do it when I am tied. But the shaving can only begin if Mike, my friend, is over here. So, I call Mike. Mike, luckily, can come over right away. Jason tells me to tell him that Jason will pay a lot of money for him to come over.
*out of hynosis. I dont remeber being hypnotized, nor anything that just happened. I remember when the tv was put in front of me*
Jason chuckles as I awake from the state. I am gagged, but begin asking questions, only mumbling. Jason plays with my feet. Then the doorbell rings. I go into a series of mpphs to try and get this could be rescuer to help me. Then Mike is led in. He laughs as he sees me, not thinking that anything is wrong. Then he begins to ask Jason, but Jason has the cloth. Hes on the ground in seconds. I freak out, knowing now Jason has two captives. Now that I think of it, my parents are away for three weeks and wont know I am gone. Nor will any of my friends, who are all away for the summer. Mikes parents are away for two months. Oh no, I'm in trouble!
Jason drags Mike off. I struggle in the bonds, but nothing. About an hour later, Jason returns. He tickles me, but really just to piss me off. He can tell I am exhausted. He unties me, clips my mitts behind me, and lead me somewhere else in the house as I struggle along. He leads me to a bedroom, where I am glad to see Mike is enjoying his visit. He struggles and yells through his gag, probably a penis, when I enter the room. He is on the bed, luckily has all his clothes on, including his shoes. But he does not look happy. Then Jason brings me over to a big...crib of some sort. It has a matress about 7 feet long, but it is about two feet wide. Its high up, probably 4 feet up, a little higher than Mike is. And of course, it has bars going up an additional two feet. Made of wood, it looks very nice. Jason easily picks me up and lays me down. My mitts, clipped together, and attached to a two foot chain and attached to one of the wooden bars. My feet are given two long blue baseball socks and are cuffed together by a one foot chain, which is attached to another chain attached to another bar. I am wearing a black and gray jockstrap. Basically, I am given plenty of moving room, comfortable almost, but no escape. Theres are rather big section cut out to one side, where my head looks out. Jason reaches in there and takes out my gag. He handgags me and asks me a question. Will I be able to keep my mouth shut?
I nod. To be honest, as much as I want to escape, I only want to make him happy in order to get out of there. Then Jason takes his hand away and waits for me to yell. I say nothing. Then he asks, how do you like being held captive? I tell him politely that I wish to be let go. He laughs, like I told a joke. You wish kid, you wish. You're lucky I saved you from being naked. Your welcome. I mumble, and he goes over to Mike. Mike struggles, freaks out, and yells into the gag as his pants, shirt, undershirt, sweatshirt, and underwear is taken off. All he has left is a jockstrap and some black mid calfs. His gag is replaced with the all too familiar jockstrap contraption. I notice he is given my sock that I already soaked when I was gagged with it (disgusting) and presumably the sock I had sniffed. Rough life for Mike. His restraints are adjusted so that he is facing up, then the tickling commences.
As much as I am concerned to get out of this mess, something tells me he is still probably going to pay us, judging from how nice the gags and restraints and the house is. And to be honest, having a front row seat watching my best friend tickled in next to nothing, hey, I dont mind it. Being restrained, a little annoying. I watched for an hour as Mike struggled, screaming through the gag as his body is worked over. Poor Mike. Then Jason stopped. He untied him, mitted his hands, and clipped them behind his back, leading him off. The lights were turned off, and I assumed it was time to fall asleep. I adjusted to the restraints, and fell asleep.
I awoke, happy to see that I was in the same place when I feel asleep. Jason came by about 10 minutes later and fed me. I was content. I was rested, comfortable, BUT still captive. Jason smiled. He had four black mid calf in hand. He took off the baseball socks, replacing them with two mid calfs. Another one, he was so kind to lend my mouth. When it neared my face, I got a whiff. Obviously Mikes socks that he wore when he was being tickled. He must have SWEATED! I tore away, begging. I had nowhere to hid. A pinch of the nose and in seconds, my mouth was open. He gave me that sock, sealed it in with duct tape, and I was back to being held against my will.
Jason then held the other used sock over my nose, forcing me to inhale. He then left and returned with one of mikes shoes. I sniffed obideintly, wondering where the creator of this nasty smell was. Then, Jason brought over the mini television.
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