Imagine if you will, you’ve been invited to a good friend’s townhouse to watch Sunday night football. There’s an upcoming holiday that gives you Monday off of work, so you don’t mind staying late. You arrive around the same time as your other friends and notice the size of your friend's townhome. It's three stories and matches all the others around it.
Nothing seems off, nothing concerns you.
You enter and your friend gives you a pseudo-grand tour. Garage and small storage on the first floor. Staircase leads to the second floor which is the main attraction. Second floor contains the usual dining room, kitchen, pantry, laundry room, and living room.
There are also three bedrooms on the third floor, for your friend and his roommates, no need to see those. The last thing mentioned is a spare bedroom on the second floor, near the stairs, sort of tucked away in a corner, which your friend says is his office since they work from home.
Make sense. Their roommates don’t work from home, so it should be his. One of the roommates then mentions that every room comes with a full bathroom, excluding the half bathroom they have on the second floor near the laundry room.
So far, so good. Everything is normal, no need for alarm or concern. You get to socializing, watching the game as it begins, and enjoying food and drinks with your friends. Another normal Sunday evening.
About an hour or so into the watch party, your friend gets a phone call from work. This is a normal occurrence. Your friend is always on-call, answering questions or relaying information to his work. He often steps to the side to take these calls, lasting anywhere from 5-30 minutes. No one really notices when he takes a work call, and this time, he slipped away upstairs to his room so he could get away from the noise to hear properly.
You noticed him leave, and notice how you may need to use the restroom. You check the half-bath only to see it's occupied and ask one of your friends' roommates if it's okay if you use the one in the bedroom-now study.
Your friends' roommates have no say over that room, but they see no harm in you using the study’s bathroom. You make your way there, finding the door, and letting yourself in.
The office lights are off, but you can use the lights behind you to illuminate the room's layout. You aren't concerned with the decor or furniture, but the location to the door of the bathroom.
You find it, and open the door while flipping on the lights. The bathroom is in a hallway shape. Sinks and toilet to the left, shower and tub to the right. At the far end are some small double doors, which must be this bedroom’s closet.
No point poking around, you flip on the bathroom's vent fan and sit on the toilet, ready to do what you came to do.
You pull out your phone, no doubt to doom scroll while you pass the time. The combined noise of the nearby party, TV, vent fan, and your phone, all wash together giving you a sense of privacy and normalcy.
As you're on your phone, a weird sound keeps happening. Is it a humming sound? It’s an odd feeling. You check the last video you watched on your phone, but the sound doesn’t play. Mmmmm, there it is again! It’s quiet and infrequent. Maybe it's muffled noise from your friend’s phone call upstairs or maybe the vent fan isn’t working right. You eventually decide to ignore it, believing it is coming from above you. The odd feeling dissipates.
You conclude your business, and make your way to the sink to wash your hands. The sound is still there, a little more frequent. That phone call upstairs must be very chatty, you think to yourself. Suddenly, a new odd feeling hits you. But for some reason you can’t figure out just what the feeling is. It almost feels like the feeling you get when someone is watching you. That can’t be right! You're all alone and why would someone be watching you in here?
That very brief feeling of it being a ghost crosses your mind, so you hastily finish cleaning up, turn off the lights and fan, and close shut the door behind you. The feeling leaves your mind completely. You return to the party, your friend eventually rejoins you, and the rest of the evening goes as any night would.
As you drive home, you ponder why you had those feelings. Why you heard what you heard and felt what you felt. Why did your brain focus on it? Why do you still care? Maybe you need sleep, and before you know it, you’ll forget it ever happened.
Now what if I told you that you weren't imagining things. There really was a sound out of place and there really were eyes on you. Sounds hard to believe, but how on Earth do you make sense of that? Someone was making those sounds and that same someone was looking at me in the bathroom? Yeah right. No one would believe that, after all, ignorance is bliss. I mean, you would never believe that a kidnapped girl, who was heavily bound, gagged, and strapped to a chair, was being kept stashed away in that dark closet, begging and moaning through her gag to get your attention, her eyes peeking through the small crack in between the small double doors, hoping for rescue, failing to get it.
(Yeah, Yeah, lemme hear it. Steph you got tied up and locked in yet another closet!? I know but 1. I like it and 2. Doms need a place to hide me from guests and that is always the best spot I guess. Look, point is, is that this time around I sort of was trying to escape my kidnapper, not that I was in any danger but… you’ll see why)
Let’s rewind a week or so
I had been enjoying the website I was using as a paid hobby. Paid bondage sessions were a nice way to make some side cash while enjoying a kink. I have had my ups and downs on the site and because of it, had become a pro at spotting a red flag versus a green flag. For example: Some loser sending me an unsolicited dick pic = RED FLAG. A green flag is when the individual courting me wants to have a genuine chat and has fun bondage activities lined up. I’ll admit I have to battle the horniness sometimes when someone is both a red and green flag so I don’t jump the gun and regret it.
Point is, I received a notification from a guy on the site. Seemed pretty straight forward. He wasn’t interested in normal conversation, more so about long-term bondage. We went back and forth, sharing our stories and experiences, realizing we like a lot of the same things. Kindred spirits on the bondage variety.
We agreed on an overnight bondage experience. He’d kidnap me at a private location in the late afternoon on Sunday. I'd be kept as his prisoner, even through the night, before being released in the morning on Monday. I had work off Monday for a holiday, so it worked for both of us.
He messaged me some very detailed instructions, making sure this abduction would go off without me ever knowing where I had been taken. His outfit choice was peculiar but he insisted I pack an overnight bag with other chosen outfits, which I did. Sunday came, I got all dolled up, and made my way to the meeting location. I was told to wear a black spandex bodysuit, on top I was to wear a baggy zip up light blue hoodie, black skirt, and some cute black bootie heels.
The next instruction was to gag myself and hide it with a face mask that perfectly hides the tape. I used a pair of soft socks and rolled them into a wad before shoving them in my mouth. I then carefully applied big 4’’ pieces of black PVC electrical tape. I layered several strips of the tape, going cheek to cheek. I then applied a big cotton face mask on top, adjusting it so it perfectly hid the gag. I pushed my hair to my sides as well, just to ensure no tape stuck out. I wore makeup that ironically matched my hoodie. Some light blue eyeshadow with glossy black eyeliner and mascara. I only do eye makeup if I know my dom plans to keep me in a face covering gag, not gonna waste makeup if i don’t get to show it off.
We ended up choosing a nearby underground parking garage. We felt like the lack of cameras and people would really help in this abduction roleplay. It was weird walking a few minutes to the nearby garage. I scouted the route before on one of my morning runs and it is practically abandoned. I made my way there, gagged and in public. Once I arrived, I stepped into a corner and got ready with the next step I was given.
I had my overnight bag with me and before putting my phone inside, I informed him that I was in position. I was one level down from the ground entrance and it was very lonesome, kinda awkward. Suddenly, I got the notification that he was outside and would provide me 60 seconds to prepare. I placed my phone in my bag and pulled out a blindfold. It was just one I sometimes use for sleep, not a real bondage leather one. I stood in the corner and waited.
I could hear his car approaching. It pulled near me and reversed, so that the trunk was facing me in the corner. He got out, leaving the car on to be ready for a quick getaway. He ordered my hands behind my back, grabbing them semi-aggressively, pulling my hoodie and skirt off to keep me in just the bodysuit. He began wrapping furiously. Once my wrists were tied, he grabbed my back and tossed it in the trunk before returning to me. He continued taping me up, wrapping the tape multiple times around my chest and stomach, pinning my arms to my back. He then moved down my thighs, legs, and ankles. Applying wraps and wraps of duct tape.
The tape felt super tight, almost uncomfortable. I was starting to lose my balance in these heels I'd worn. Before I could stand there wobbling, he spun me around and picked me up, carrying me on his shoulder. He dropped me off, standing in his car's open trunk, before easing me downward until I could sit. He then pushed me down more, laying me down and pushing my head until he had been fully in his trunk. He took a look at my blindfold, adjusted it, and leaned back. He leaned back in to remove my face mask before standing up straight one last time.
I could tell from the sounds he put his hands on the top of his trunk, preparing to close it, before he did he said in a tone voice, “Now be a good girl, and shut up. No one’s going to hear you on the road so don’t bother calling for help.” I immediately began moaning and calling for help as a form of roleplay, as he quickly shut the trunk on me, sealing me inside for the journey.
Once I heard him enter and close the driver’s side door, I calmed down. I focused more on getting comfy for the drive than struggling. I was able to lay on my side, curling my legs closer to me. He told me the drive could take 20 or so minutes and promised not to take highways.
I used the car ride as a chance to struggle, test and see if there was a way to slip out of my bonds. Due to the car trunks' closed cramped space and being blinded, I couldn't really make any real progress. At red lights I would occasionally call for help half assed. I gagged myself well enough I knew nobody would hear me, even if they were a pedestrian next to the car.
His tape job was very forceful and not quite what I’m used to. I’ll admit I can be quite spoiled and enjoy being pampered, so to be so ruthlessly restrained and man handled was certainly unexpected. I could tell the drive was coming to an end soon. The turns were becoming frequent and the stops more often. Eventually he pulled into what sounded like a garage with the way the car engine echoed.
The car came to a complete stop, engine off. The garage door closed and I knew I was boxed in. The world watched I was driven by, unaware I was in need of rescue, unaware I was even there. My thoughts about my predicament were cut short as the trunk door flew open and my kidnapper scooted me to the side to grab my bag. He left me there for a minute, probably delivering my bag to a hiding spot of some kind, but it wasn’t long until he returned for me.
He hoisted me up, making me stand up in the trunk again, only to carry me over his shoulders once again. This time he carried me all the way upstairs to the second floor. He hurried me into a room, closed the door, and into a bathroom, closing that door as well. He began to remove me from his shoulders, and plopped me down in a chair.
He then told me, “Sit still, stay quiet.” I obeyed. He began cutting me loose from the tape. Bit by bit he removed the duct tape until I was free once again. I stretched my arms and cracked my wrists, knowing I wouldn't get this freedom for long. He demanded to see my hands and I knew It was back to my captive status.
He placed my hands behind my back and negan weaving rope around them. He crossed my wrists and pulled the ropes tight. He did the same to my elbows. He then created a rope harness placing ropes around my chest (above and below my breasts) to secure my arms to my back. The ropes weaved over the shoulders as well, pulling my arms back more. Rope was placed all along my thighs, legs, and ankles. My booties were removed so the rope could cover my ankles better.
Once I myself was bound, it was time to secure me by anchoring me down. He began by adding rope to my stomach wrapped around the chair and arms. My arms were now pinned to the backside of the chair. He did the same with the things, securing my lap to the seat of the chair. He then grabbed my ankles and began wrapping more rope around them. At first, I was confused by this action, until he pulled a rope, forcing my feet back in the air under the chair! He was ensuring I couldn't use my feet to stomp or kick. He then used the last of his rope to secure my wrists and pull those down, attaching them to the rope where my feet had been pulled. I had zero slack, couldn't pull in any directions, my limbs were completely secured.
I thought It’d be over, but I could hear him grab a new item, one which sounded a lot like tape. It was not duct tape or any tape I recognize from the sound alone while still being blindfolded this whole time. The feeling of his hands as he strung the rope around me was a nice feeling. They felt rugged, strong. He grabbed my hands, admittedly I blushed, but he was not doing it to be romantic. He pushed my fingers into fists, and began wrapping the tape around my hands. This guy was seriously not taking any chances! He even taped my fingers!?
He put down the old tape and I could hear him pick up a new one. The unwrapping of the tape sounded all too familiar. “Hear that?” he said, placing the tape and pulling it next to my ears. “You said you enjoy this microfoam tape stuff, so I went ahead and ordered some. Got some big rolls, think it’’ll help shut you up?” he said while grabbing my neck with his hand. I nodded, knowing I wasn’t going to get a chance anyway.
He grabbed my hair, which was a bit of a medium length now, and secured it in a high and long ponytail. Not sure how he knew how to do that. He then placed what felt like a four inch roll of the microfoam tape against my already pre gagged mouth and began wrapping. He must have wrapped that tape like five or six times before he was done, or at least I thought he was done.
He finally removed my blindfold. It was still dark in this closet besides the bathroom light illuminating us from in front of me. My eyes took a second to adjust, and to notice what he was holding in front of me. A hood. This was a lather hood, but it wasn’t just a typical one. It had a big opening at the front, large enough for my nose, eyes, and forehead to have some space. He turned the hood around and began placing it on me. He pulled my ponytail through a slot at the top which let it stick out of the hood. Once he finished zipping it up, I noticed there were no ear holes, so my hearing had gone down, but at least I could see and breathe normally. I noticed the colors of the rope were black and purple. No real coordination on where they went, just thrown on me to secure me in place.
He walked around me a few times, analyzing his work and double checking notes. He stood back in front of me again, admiring his new captive. “Call for help,” he said standing over me. I obeyed again. I tried to be as loud as I could. I’ve said this before but I am soft spoken so gagging me really does shut me up, you can barely hear a peep. This gag was making it impossible to make much noise. The tape, layered tape, and hood combo was doing its job. I also noticed during my calls for help that I could barely move. I was really secured and tied down.
He of course had a parting gift for me. He waved a large magic wand in front of me and attached it firmly against my crotch, using some rope to keep it in place, ensuring it won't slip off. He then attached its charging cord to a little outlet against the wall to my right while also turning on a small fan to keep me cool.
He told me that he was having some friends over, and that I needed to behave and stay quiet. I was almost frustrated by his ego. He was so confident I was going to stay all stashed away and never be found. I wanted to prove him wrong, I wanted to win. Before I could get my A-game face on, he switched on the vibrator and I completely lost focus. It was too strong to resist, though I tried with ever might. He backed away slowly, as I moaned and yelled through my insanely tight and layered gagged, the doors closed on me and eventually the lights and door to the bathroom were closed as well.
I was sealed in darkness, I could see a small source of light coming through the crack under the bathroom door from across the bathroom, but that's not enough to truly see my surroundings. I was surprised he didn’t blindfold me anyway or take away my hearing with earphones. Maybe he did it just to taunt me. It only fired me up to escape ever more.
He said he was having friends over. This could be my chance. Then again, my gag was way too good for anyone to hear me, plus I was kept hidden in a place I doubt anyone would find me or even be near me. He would probably ensure nobody came close to me. “Damn it!” I thought to myself. No point in yelling it aloud, it would just come out as muffled gag-talk. I was so close to freedom but there was no chance I’d get it.
Time went by, the vibrator driving me insane with lust and eroticism. I hated how he controlled me, how his abducting, bondage, rigging, and plan was so flawless. Something had to go wrong, they always do! I tried over and over to escape my bonds, but no matter how much I tried, I never made any progress.
Eventually I heard noises. Multiple footsteps and voices. Despite hearing so many people, I had no energy left to even muster the desire to call for help. It was pointless. He really got me. They were all going to enjoy a party or something while I was locked in this closet, bound and gagged, kidnapped from my home. They would all have a good time, completely unaware that their friend was keeping a girl hostage in the other room.
The party progressed, and my predicament hadn’t changed. I was exhausted from this vibrator and being stuck like this. I wondered how long before I’d be rescued or released by my captor. Then, out of nowhere, I heard footsteps approaching. Was he coming to check on me? Maybe he will turn this damn thing in between my legs off. Then the bathroom door opens up and the lights flick on. It’s not him.
Is it someone else? What are they doing here? Do they know about me being trapped here? The individual was another man, the same age as my captor, about late 20’s. He flipped on the bathroom’s vent fan and made his way towards me. “Is he going to free me? Maybe he heard my cries for help!” I started to moan and call out for help through my gag, hoping he’d hear me.
He sat down on the toilet, right next to the door. “How can he not hear me? Are the sounds from the party and fan covering my noises?” Just as I thought that, he whipped out his phone and opened Tik Tok. “Great, now he’ll never hear me!” I kept moaning and making noises “Mmm” “mmmph” MMph Mmm!” but he never noticed. He would occasionally look like he heard something but I would always be catching my breath or fighting the wand to be able to really get his attention. Eventually he finished and was going to wash his hands. I tried everything to get him to see me and for what felt like a second or two he looked my way. I thought surely this is it, he’ll figure out I’m here! “Mmm MMph! Mmm Mmph mmph mrrmph Mmmm!” Nothing. He turned off the lights and closed the doors again. There goes my chance. My one chance at freedom is gone. I felt like a real kidnapped victim.
Shortly after, the lights flicked on again and this time it was him. My captor. I was disappointed for sure, but at least he’d be here with some news or updates. He locked the bathroom door behind him and opened my closet doors. My eyes were barely adjusted but not as bad as before. He turned off the vibrator and a sigh of relief washed over me. He pulled me closer and said, “Listen, You are going to behave and do as I say.” I didn't want to listen but I had no choice, he had made me more submissive than ever before. “I'm going to free you, I left you food on the bathroom counter and your overnight bag. You are going to clean yourself up, eat, get dressed in the pajamas you packed and be waiting here for me. Do not leave this bathroom and lock the door when I leave. You can use the shower and sinks.” He began untying me, removing what felt like pounds of rope and tape. I squished my legs together in shame of how wet I got from the vibrator. He left my gag and hood on and said, you can do the rest. He walked out leaving me unbound and alone again.
I got up and locked the bathroom door. I looked in the mirror. I looked like a hot mess. I undid the hood, my face was sweaty, my whole body felt sweaty. I undid the gag and eventually spit out the socks. They were soaked in my spit. They were an older pair so I tossed them out. I stretched my jaw and limbs, and finally got to remove my bodysuit. I unzipped it, taking each arm out and exposing my nude body. I wore some very tight and small undies underneath, both were drenched in sweat and other things…
I stood naked now, massaging my breasts in the mirror while I warmed up the shower. He brought me some leftover pizza and two water bottles. How kind. I crushed the first water bottle. Never felt more thirsty. I went potty and hopped in the shower. A shower had never felt better. My body glissed with water, the salty smell of my sweat faded with lavender soap and body wash. My hair got the best shampooing of its life. I got out and dried off, wrapping my hair in a towel while I ate something. I had one towel wrapping my body and one for my hair, I was acting like I was at a spa. I realized he’d be back to collect me soon so it was probably time to get ready.
I pulled out my pajamas from my bag. It was a fuzzy two piece set that was black with little bears on them. Super comfy and cute. I sleep pretty light on clothes so this was my actual pajamas I wear. He told me to dress light in case I got hot, so here’s hoping it wasn’t more torture.
The instructions he left ordered I cleave gag myself and reapply the blindfold while waiting in the chair patiently. Once I was ready I did just as he ordered. Before doing so I unlocked the bathroom door, which was supposed to signal to him that I was ready. He came in and ordered my hands in my lap. I obeyed as he placed rubber cuffs around my wrists, attached together by an extremely shot rope, barely allowing me to pull my wrists apart. He did the same to my ankles. Finally he placed a collar around my neck with a rope leash already attached. He ordered me to stand up, walk slowly and listen to his instructions and to especially not make a peep.
We left the bathroom and he led me to the stairs. He guided me slowly and quietly, covering my mouth with my hand as we ascended so I couldn't make a yelp if I slipped. We got to the top and he got me into his bedroom and closed the door. I got this weird feeling that he was going to try and have sex with me, but at the same time he knew better. He could be fined or sued if that happened and his kink life would be exposed. No one would want that to happen so I felt at least a little safe. He made me kneel on the floor and had me face his bed. “Eyes forward, no looking around!”, he said in a hushed voice. I’m going to show you your sleeping arrangements.
He took the blindfold and collar off. His room was dark, I was placed at the middle side of his bed, there was a TV to my right, at the foot of his bed, it was on and drawing out the noise of our one-sided conversation. “This bed has drawers and doors to access underneath. Great for storage and hiding bondage gear. I’ve made a large space for you under there. Your phone is charging by an outlet against the wall. I layed out a big comforter and there are plenty of pillows and blankets to choose from. There is also some water in case. I ask that you do not remove your restraints and if you must remove your gag, stay quiet. I also ask that you do not leave the space under my bed unless it is an emergency.” Seemed simple enough and very unconventional.
He forced me while still bound and gagged to crawl on my stomach under his bed as the little door closed behind me. My boobs were basically spilling out of my top. I had to readjust once I made it in. I kept crawling, finding my phone against the wall with some pillows and blankets. I got set up and got comfy. I removed my gag because I wanted my jaw to have a break and but I humored him by keeping my cuffs on. They were thick leather with this rubber padding so they aren't uncomfrotable. I was surprised he didn't take the time to padlock them, but I didn’t care either way. I ended up laying on my phone and falling asleep faster than I realized. Being kept in a closet all tied up and gagged, climaxing over and over again for 5-6 hours was draining.
I woke up and checked my phone, it was 10am. My captor texted me to notify him that I was awake which I did. He told me to put my phone and charger in my overnight bag which was next to his bed on the outside of the doors. And wait for him with the blindfold and gag back in place. I did so and waited for a minute before he arrived. Once he did, he reattached the collar and led me back downstairs to the restroom to use the potty before I left. He had me put on my bootie heels again and threw on the light blue hoodie.
With my pajamas covered by my skirt and hoodie again I looked just like I arrived. He undid my gag and instead gave me a gift which was a 2 inch dark blue ball gag. Of course he could have just put it in my bag but instead without even asking me he shoved it in my mouth and buckled it tight. He covered my lips with a few pieces of the white microfoam tape and covered it all with my black face mask. “Now you won’t drool in my car” he said, all proud. I was not so happy but I let it slide. He blindfolded me again with sunglasses placed on top and took me to the car this time placing me and my bag in the backseat. What a gentleman I thought sarcastically. The drive was about the same though, got about the same experience this time I was sitting rather than laying. I was still cuffed on my ankles and wrists, wondering what will happen when he drops me off. He took me to the same spot as before. He opened the door, leaving in to undo my bonds and gave me one last command. “I’m going to stand you up, you will count to ten then you can remove the blindfold and walk home.”
And here I was expecting him to bridal carry me home. I did as he said once I was out of the car and before I knew it, he was gone. I walked home still gagged under my face mask. Walking past joggers and people out and about. I reached my apartment and closed the door behind me.
“...I wonder when I’ll see him again….”