Last time I wrote abou the first time I had tied my gf up, and I figured I would share what was probably my favorite time.
I didn't really say this last time but we met in college, and we were still there when I tied her up several times. In this case in particular, she had volunteered to help a friend who was a theater arts major, who needed actors for her play she had to write for her class. It was a kid napping mystery kind of thing, and Rachel had volunteered as the damsel. They wouldn't actually tie her up, she just had to pretend (to her disappointment) and so she asked me for a favor.
She called me on the phone and asked,"Could you kidnap me?" I'll be honest when I say that wasn't exactly what I had expected, even if I had already tied her up on a couple of occasions. She wanted to know what it felt like to be kidnapped to help with the role. I said sure, then asked when I should do it. Her response was, "Anytime over the next week. make it a surprise."
So I spent a few days making a plan and getting it ready. I already knew she preferred to study for class in the morning, so she was almost always up at around 7, before her class at 10. (This was the time she told me I couldn't just pass by to say hi, she was serious about this time.) I figured that was the best time. I didn't ever say anything to her about it after the phone call, but I talked to her two roommates and told them what I was going to do, and asked for their help, to which they laughed and agreed immediately. One of them (let's say...Sara) left for work in the morning, so she would let me in the door as she left to reduce there being a chance of her hearing me open it myself. Her other roommate Emily (still fake name) would help me carry her out to her car and somewhere else.
When the day came, I showed up at their house at the time Sara left, and got in without a hitch. Emily was in the living room on the couch with several pieces of rope and scarves on the coffee table in front of her, smiling at me as I walked past her, grabbing two as I went. I went as quietly as I could to Rachel's bedroom, where I knew her desk faced the wall so I would likely be free to walk in. As I approached, I looked in the door way, which was wide open, and saw her reading in her black yoga pants and a white tshirt, with her earbuds in, with the music loud enough I could hear it. "Too easy." I thought to myself, as I moved closer to her, till I was right behind her.
I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around her, one to pin her arms, and the other over her mouth. She froze in my arms, uttering a stifled scream for a moment, before realizing it was me, and stopped resisting. I pulled my hand away from her mouth and pulled the earbuds out, then said, "don't make a sound, and don't resist. Stand up slowly if you understand." She stood up as I let go of her. I told her to give me her hands, and tied them behind her as she did. I took one of the scarves and blindfolded her, then turned her around and asked if she could see, to which she shook her head. I had her sit down on her bed and tied her ankles together, and as I did she asked, "wasn't Emily in the living room? Why didn't she say anything?" I didn't answer. Instead, I balled up the other scarf and shoved it in her mouth, and kept my hand over it to keep her from talking. At that point, Emily, who I guess was listening, walked in quietly and gave me another scarf, which I used to cleavegag Rachel. She only moaned as I picked her up over my shoulder, with Emily in front of me to open doors. We got to their garage and Emily opened the back door of the car as I opened the garage door. Rachel tried saying something like, "Is Emily helping you?" Though it was much more stifled than that. We didn't respond, I just put her on the floor in the back seat and Emily and I got in the front and drove off.
I'm out of time right now so I'll have to finish another time. Let me know how it's going