College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby tugsbd » Fri Apr 23, 2010 8:10 am

This fictional story is based on a true story. A story I never was able to learn the true outcome of. A college buddy had told me part of the story one evening. It was about a college girl who'd been bound and gagged by her female classmates and left sqirming in the hallway in the guys' dorm.

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 :o)

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)
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.

Re: College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby BlackWingedAngel » Fri Apr 23, 2010 5:50 pm

Interesting start. :tied:
I'm a girl
I want to be the submissive victim

I am such a total bondage newb

Re: College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby tugsbd » Sat Apr 24, 2010 7:53 pm

I don't know how long I'd been sleeping before something woke me up. It was a knock at my dorm room door. I heard it again. More of a thump than a knock. And lower, like someone kicking the door with his tennis shoe. Annoying!

And another sound, like a cat, or a baby. But not as loud. "Mmm mm Mmmm!"
And then again. Sounded urgent, pleading.

Was it a prank? Some inebriated classmate (even my roommate)?

Wanting to be prepared, I quickly threw on some clothes, including shoes.

I quietly unlocked and then quickly opened my dorm room door, and got quite a surprise.

There at my feet lay two wriggling laundry bags (one of which seemed to be generating some mmppff'ing sounds which I couldn't interpret), loosely connected by what appeared to be a slender, bare waist. And a doubled length of rope running vertically up her toned abdomen, from under the lower sack, and connected to a rope tied around her waist.

A muffled squeal cleared the remaining cobwebs in my brain. Judging from the vocal pitch, this was a young woman. And judging from a click I heard one of the double doors make, someone from the girls' side may have been watching her until my discovery.

She was lying on her back, with her knees tightly bent, best I could tell, under the laundry sack. it looked like something other than the sack was keeping her knees bent, because of the amount of extra loose material. That sack was loosely tied around her waist, the curves of her hips and buttocks keeping it from sliding down more than several inches below her navel; not far down enough to see any pubic hair.

Near the middle of the laundry sack covering her head and torso, I thought I could see where her breasts must be, although the contours of the sack looked unusually angulated in those two places.

Her head was right in front of my feet. I could see its outline through the bag. More muffled mmppff's emanated between noisy nasal breathing.

I was simultaneously surprised, puzzled, curious, intrigued, interested, ... and turned on. Here was an apparently bound and gagged young woman helplessly squriming and mewing right in front of me.

Just the sight of her bare belly was ravishing, exposed the way it was in this girl who obviously had her arms bound behind her back. And with those sounds she was making, well I felt like I'd been given an overdose of testosterone.

I also felt a bit scared and nervous. Who was she? Who had done this to her, and why?
I assumed it was a girls' initiation or prank. But what if the dorm supervisor -- or worse yet the campus police -- found me with her right now? Or even my floormates ?

Knowing some of my floormates, at least one of the two of us was would regret being discovered like this!

As if on signal, I heard the elevator doors open! I grabbed my damsel in distress by the bag containing her, upper body and quickly tugged her into my dorm room (thank goodness for waxed linoleum!).

I turned the deadbolt and set the chain. Then I knelt and put my face close to where I thought an ear would be ... and said ...
"Shhh, be quiet."

To be continued !
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.

Re: College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby BlackWingedAngel » Sat Apr 24, 2010 11:13 pm

Gah! I would love to read more!
I'm a girl
I want to be the submissive victim

I am such a total bondage newb

Re: College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby Daniel » Sun Apr 25, 2010 10:48 am

Very interesting. I like where you're going.

Re: College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby Soul_Rebel » Mon Apr 26, 2010 5:14 am

Door room laundry sack tugs, awesome! Lol really enjoying so far!
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Re: College freshman found bound in a sack (F/F , M/F)

Postby tugsbd » Sat May 01, 2010 7:26 am

Conclusion.

What was I thinking?! Whatever trouble I thought might have come from being discovered in the dormitory hallway with a bound, gagged and bagged coed squirming and mmppff'ing at my feet, I suddenly realized that it wouldn't have been anything as serious as what would happen now that she was locked inside my dorm room with me. I'm sure her tormentors had seen where she'd ended up.

My worries lessened as I heard the chatter and laughter of a group of college gals working their way down the hallway, with what sounded like a protesting freshman -- another initiation I imagined. As the sounds died down behind the women's hallway doors, I hoped that commotion would distract "my" girl's initiators for a while.

Looking down at the captive wriggling at my feet, it was hard in more ways than one for me to resist my impulses to take advantage of her. But more than my knowing the likelihood of getting caught, I knew it would be wrong. We didn't even know each other.

Another part of me was entertaining one of my common bondage fantasies. Even before I'd begun to fantasize about tying women up, I'd fantasized about rescuing a bound and gagged damsel in distress. Now here was my chance.

I told her I was going to help her, and I began to untie the drawstrings of the laundry bag covering her upper body. My efforts were rewarded with painful mmmpppffff's and vigorous shaking of her head from side to side. I was a bit perplexed, until her bare midriff brought to mind the likely reason for her protest.

"Are you naked under there?"
-- "mmppff mmppff"

This wasn't going to be easy. I told her to give me a single "mmm" for yes, and two for no ("mm mm").

"Are you naked under there?"
- "mmm"

Pretty exciting to think about! Poor girl. And just to double check:
"Are you wearing any clothes at all?"
- "MM MM"
Sounded a bit angry to me.

I told her I'd help her, and that I'd untie her with as little embarrassment as possible. I explained everything before or while I was doing it.

Reaching under her bound and bagged body from one side, I lifted her fairly easily onto my bed, placing her in a kneeling position facing the wall. She was sitting on her heels. I untied the upper bag's drawstrings and lifted it over her bound arms, draping it over her head so that it hung down in front of her chest (which I couldn't see from behind her anyway).

What a sight! The narrow waist above the feminine flare of her hips rose upwards in a gentle V-shape, revealing well-defined but delicate muscles -- back, lats, shoulders, biceps, and triceps (not bulky at all, though). She looked to be in good shape -- perhaps a dancer or gymnast or swimmer (but a bit small for a college swimmer). Her skin was very smooth with a very light brown color and no tan lines. Her palms were facing me and showed signs of callus, making me think of the uneven parallel bars.

And was she ever helplessly tied up! Her arms were bound behind her back, elbows bent 90 degrees, forearms bound not too tightly together, fingertips at opposite elbows. A rope around her right wrist passed upward between her left side and bicep, in front of her left shoulder, around the back of her neck, down in front of her right shoulder, between her right side and bicep, and around her left wrist, preventing her from lowering her hands at all. The rope then went from her left wrist around the front of her abdomen, making a complete loop around her slender waist, then in front of her abdomen again before being tied off around her right wrist, preventing her from pulling her hands through her forearm bindings, and cinching her already narrow waist. Not that she could have moved her arms much anyway. More ropes bound her upper arms to her torso, probably above and below her breasts. Those ropes were cinched to her forearm bindings, and her forearm bindings were tied up to the rope at the back of her neck. Another rope from the forearm bindings passed down her back and disappeared beneath the laundry bag covering her lower half; this must have been the same rope I'd seen from her front view ... a crotch rope! Wow! One or more of those coeds really knew what she was doing! I wondered who the girl was who'd done such a nice job of tying this one up. I thought about how much fun it would be to play some tie-up games with her sometime. I was having trouble deciding who should be tied up first, but conclude that after several rounds it wouldn't really matter.

"MM MM MM !!!"
- Let me go ? I guess it was time for me to stop admiring her and start untying her. Which I took more than a few minutes to do. And when her arms were free she surprised me not by reaching to remove her gag, but instead reaching with both hands to her breasts. A second later those hands each threw a clothes pin/peg onto the floor behind us. And a couple of seconds later I was very glad she was still gagged. I don't know how long she'd been clamped with those things, but it sure sounded like it hurt for several seconds as blood flowed again into her poor nipples. I held her shoulders to steady her and to try to comfort her.

After removing the laundry bag, I took a few minutes to untie her gags, and I tossed them onto the floor. She had short black hair. I still couldn't see her face, but she looked familiar even from behind. Interestingly, she didn't say anything at all. I helped her put on one of my long sleeve button up shirts, and told her that I was going to turn around and let her get herself out of the laundry bag encasing her legs and bottom. I set my pocket knife and some scissors next to her, just in case she had trouble untying her legs. I told her that when she was finished, she was free to go or to stay a while, whatever she wanted to do, and that I would certainly understand if she chose the first option.

Sitting at my desk facing away from her, the room was silent for several minutes except for sounds of mild exertion while she worked to free herself from the rest of her bondage. Then I heard the sound of the door being unlocked and the chain removed. Next I heard the door open, and a soft "Thank you".

"Any time" I said. It seemed like more than a few seconds before I heard the door close. I took a deep breath, sighed, and turned to take stock of my room (with the ropes, gags, bags and clothes pins).

And I got another surprise. It was Lenora, my captive coed, still standing inside my room. We both smiled. And blushed.

The End.
I love tying and being tied up! Struggling hard but unable to escape. Mouth filling gag. Helpless. Vulnerable.