Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby cacofonix » Sun Jan 02, 2011 12:44 pm

In my previous story (oops, a year ago) I started playing tie up games with my new friend P. We never seemed to get bored of them. That first school holiday I lost count of how many times I was bound and gagged by P.

Sometimes we got ideas from television. One I liked was “Poirot: The Case of the Kidnapped Prime Minister” - the PM went missing and his male assistant was found by a schoolgirl in the abandoned car, tightly bound and gagged. The thing I liked most was that the assistant was in on the plot and had volunteered to be left bound and gagged all night in a car as a decoy.

It wasn’t long before I found myself lying tied up on the back seat of a locked car in a locked garage. It was P’s mum’s car. She went to work by train and the car was left in the garage.

P tied me up tightly with lots of rope. My wrists, elbows and ankles were all tied together behind by back in a hogtie. He tied my arms down to my body with ropes around my shoulders, chest and waist. Then he tied my legs as well, knees, thighs and calves.

I read somewhere that if you want to be able to escape you should flex your muscles while you are being tied up, which will create slack when you relax. But I never wanted to escape. I let myself go limp so P could tie me up as tight as possible. Which of course he did. No slack. No escape.

Of course I was gagged too. P stuffed a big handkerchief all the way into my mouth and cheeks then taped me up with duct tape stuck down over my mouth then tightly wound round behind my head and back over my mouth then round again and again. He did at least 5 or 6 turns. I was literally speechless.

Shut in a car inside a garage, I didn’t think anyone could hear me shout for help even if I wasn’t gagged. I didn’t really need to be gagged that tightly, but I wanted to be 100% sure. I told P to gag me really tight.

Although it was reckless in hindsight and a bit scary at the time I always wanted P to leave me bound and gagged on my own. I wanted to be stuck like that whether I liked it or not. Not even P could help me. He was well out of earshot, watching television or whatever. The garage was locked. No one would find me by accident.

It was quite dark in the garage. There was just one small window.

I struggled to try to loosen the ropes, but I couldn’t shift them, no matter what I tried. I needed to free my wrists, but they were tied too tightly. With my elbows tied close together and my arms tied down to my body I didn‘t have much wiggle room. I couldn’t reach any knots. It was cramped on the back seat as well. I had to be careful not to struggle too much in case I fell off.

If my feet had not been hogtied so close to my hands then I might have been able to wiggle into a sitting position and then in the dark, with my arms tied behind my back, somehow unlock and open the car door. But then I’d have had to get out of the car and hop over to the garage door, which I was pretty sure was locked and I don’t know if you can open them from the inside, especially when you are tied up. And if I had somehow got through the garage door I’d have had to hop out into the drive in full view of passing cars, people walking their dogs etc, and hop still bound and gagged round to the front door and press the doorbell with my nose. That would have been an escape.

But I was hogtied. I had to stay where I was. I couldn’t escape. And the ropes were as tight as before. Struggling had done no good at all. There was no way I could get free on my own. Not that I wanted to, I just wanted to know that I couldn’t. I tried screaming into the gag but nothing much came out. Nobody would hear that. And I was soon out of breath. My mouth was completely stuffed with cloth and taped over so I could only breath through my nose and I had tight ropes tied around my chest. That just made me feel more helpless, which was what I wanted.

I loved lying there tightly bound and gagged, helpless in the near dark, wondering when P was coming to untie me. As usual I had got carried away and asked him to leave me there all afternoon. I didn’t really think he would hold me to it though. But I couldn’t see a clock so I had no idea how long I had been there. At least an hour I thought. I was ready to be untied then, but at the same time I liked the idea of being there for hours more.

After a while the garage light came on. I lay there quietly hoping it was P and not someone else. Finally the lock clicked up and the car door opened. I was face to face with a small girl. P had arranged for me to be rescued by a schoolgirl. She was P’s next door neighbour. A nice little girl, younger than us. She laughed her head off at the sight of me all tied up and gagged. I’d never felt so stupid. I told her to stop laughing like an idiot and untie me, but it came out as mmph! mmph! mmph! which made her laugh even more.

P appeared. He had been just out of sight listening to me trying to squabble with a little girl with a gag in my mouth. He was wearing his black leather kidnapper gloves. He told her that I was tied up because I’d been naughty and asked her if they should untie me leave me like that. After a moment’s thought she said “leave him”. I was too tightly gagged to protest. P rubbed his leather gloved hands together and the little girl slammed the door shut. The lock clicked down. The garage light went off and I heard the garage door slide down. I was alone again.

I thought P was only joking, but after about 10 minutes he hadn’t come back. I had been sure they were going to untie me. Being abandoned again, tightly bound and gagged, was a bit of a shock. Exciting though. P was good at these games. He was in control not me.

He came back about half an hour later I guess. This time he did untie me. I liked the way he just untied the wrist and elbow ropes and left me to do the rest. With difficulty I wiggled my arms out of the chest ropes then carefully unwound the tape gag so I could pull the wet handkerchief out of my mouth. Peeling the tape off hurt a bit. Finally I untied my legs and I was free. It wasn’t easy though. My hands were numb because the wrist ropes had been tied so tight. I was as stiff as a board and could hardly walk. It felt great.

The little girl did tell her mum that P had tied me up. And her mum told P’s mum. But I think they imagined it was a just little tie up game with a couple of bits of rope and a strip of tape. They had no idea that P had bound and gagged me for real.
Last edited by cacofonix on Tue Jan 04, 2011 11:45 am, edited 1 time in total.
I would rather be bound and gagged than go to a party.

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby likho » Mon Jan 03, 2011 6:19 am

Cacofinix, I just love your stories! I like the exact same things in tie-up games as you do!
And I'm looking forward to your next story! Please, don't let me wait too long :wink:
Damn, I need to look around for someone to tie me up again :tied:

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby PetSilkenvixen » Mon Jan 03, 2011 7:22 pm

Awesome!! I'm so jealous!

Reminds me of the time I was abducted, bound, gagged, blindfolded, and hustled into the back of a Jeep! Sadly it didn't last long, I'd love for it to have been for as long as you experienced..........
Christyne

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby BoundTight1 » Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:49 pm

The only things that would scare me about your TUGs if I where in your place was be Sufocation, or Dying of Huger/Thurst... But other then that it would be awseome... :P

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby cacofonix » Tue Jan 04, 2011 11:44 am

Not much danger of starving in a couple of hours luckily. I was a bit thirsty afterwards. Dry mouth.

In hindsight there was a risk of suffocating. If my nose had blocked up. But I was young and healthy, I didn't get hay fever or anything. I liked that I got out of breath if I struggled too much because it meant I wouldn't be able to get free.

It was a dangerous game to play I suppose, but so is climbing trees and riding down hill on a go-cart made of pram wheels with no brakes. Kids play dangerous games. I didn't think about the danger. I just wanted to be tied up and helpless.

Anyway, I'm still here. I didn't die.
I would rather be bound and gagged than go to a party.

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby BoundTight1 » Tue Jan 04, 2011 1:09 pm

cacofonix wrote:Anyway, I'm still here. I didn't die.


I know kids play dangerously... I was a kid once too... Me and my friends hit eachother with Batts to see who would cry first.... Woever did would get tied up... We Jumped off my friends roof.... We got Scrapes brooses and Broken bones.... Now that I'm an adult and father of 3 I think back at all the dangers in our play (Games)...

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby Spreadeagle » Sun Jan 09, 2011 6:29 am

Another great story, cant wait to hear more, keep up the fantastic work.
Always looking for new TUG buddies :)

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby cacofonix » Sun Jan 09, 2011 2:34 pm

Thank you all for the responses. Glad you liked it. I'll try to write more soon.
I would rather be bound and gagged than go to a party.

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby mikeybound » Fri Aug 30, 2013 6:55 am

I wish we could subscribe to authors. You're the best!

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby Shimakaze » Wed Aug 12, 2015 10:31 pm

This is an amazing story, you are so lucky to have a friend to do these tie up games with. I'm too nervous to ask anyone to tie me up like this and even if I did, they probably wouldn't know what they are doing

Re: Bound and gagged in a car.

Postby thecalikid » Sun Aug 30, 2015 11:42 pm

wonderful story, cacofonix! i love your description, and to be honest i wish i could be in that position for a bit!
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