There are often times where I find myself reflecting on my predicaments and circumstances. Of course, I never choose to reflect in the comfort of my home, but oftentimes in the clutches of someone who has taken me for themselves. Sometimes I reflect on life choices, on what has led me to where I am today. I think about my height, my weight, my looks, my personality. I’ve noticed that it usually happens whenever I'm bound and gagged. I don’t have a lot of entertainment, so I’m left with my thoughts and they usually run wild. 

As per my average bondage experience, this one seemed to never end and my captivity seemed to be of the utmost security and importance. It all started with a man messaging me for a weekend session. The guy wanted to kidnap me, tie me up, and keep me as his slave for two days. I had four days of free time coming up, so dividing half of that out didn’t sound too bad.

We went through the usual routine of scheduling, rules, procedures, and eventually agreed on Friday night. His specifications were pretty odd but clear for the most part. He asked that I wear booty shorts, and a tight tank top with a pushup bra underneath for maximum cleavage. I went with black shorts and a dark grey tank top with some simple white socks and cute white loafers. I kept my hair and makeup to a normal standard that he had no opinion on. 

We met at an abandoned park which I Ubered to nearby. It was pretty dark and not a single person was in sight.. Eventually, a car rolled up matching the description of the one he gave me. It was an older car, white, with a large hood and trunk. He pulled nearby and I approached him. He exited and we immediately got to work. He had me place my arms and wrists behind my back as he began wrapping several rolls of this vinyl duct tape around me. It was moderately comfortable and was a silverish color like my tank top. He wrapped the tape tightly around my chest and shoulders to create a harness. My boobs were pulled up even more, nearly spilling out of my bra and tank top at this point. This prompted him to grope me.

Normally I would be against this but he did ask permission beforehand and it was expressed he would do it as part of the roleplay. He fondled me for a while, making me moan and groan quietly. I tried to stay in character and ask him to stop, and as I did, he quickly turned me around, wrapped one arm under my breasts and the other one firmly around my mouth creating an effective handgag. I pleaded through his make-shift gag and he ordered me to shut up and behave. He then took what looked like a small-medium sized sponge and began stuffing it in my mouth. It was forced in so tight, my cheeks bulged and it stuck out just past my lips. He took the tape and began wrapping it around my mouth and head. He maybe wrapped the tape several times before stopping, and moving to my legs and feet to continue tying me. 

Once he finished wrapping me up, he ordered me onto the floor of the parking lot and started to move towards the trunk of his car. He pulled out an especially large suitcase and placed it next to me. He took my shoes off and placed them next to me before he unzipped and opened it up, moving back towards me and began picking me up and placing me inside. I pleaded and lightly screamed through my gag, but he ignored me, only ordering me to be quiet. Once I was curled up inside the suitcase, he began zipping it back up, sealing me inside. Before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground and placed inside the trunk of the car. This man was a pretty big guy, with lots of muscle. It made sense that he could pick me up with ease and it felt odd being moved around with so little effort on his part.I wondered why he needed to stuff me in a suitcase, but his car trunk had a window looking in, so maybe he didn't want to risk me being seen? I heard the sound of my bag being placed next to me and knew that my time in captivity had officially begun.

He slammed the trunk lid down and left me there in the trunk of the car. I heard him as he opened the door and started the car, the car trunk masking some of the sounds from outside. I had been shockingly thrilled to be carted around this way, I loved the fact that he had driven through the drive-thru of a fast food place, even exposing me to the attendant who simply thought that there was just a suitcase in the trunk. Not in his wildest dreams, I thought to myself, would anyone think that there was a tightly bound female being kidnapped inside the case. I did enjoy my fantasy world where I would be kidnapped and hidden in plain sight, while unsuspecting people see something I am inside but don’t realise that there is a bound victim sealed within. I sat there knowing no one would save me as the kidnapper drove my tightly-tied, encased body away to their lair.

Eventually we pulled into what sounded like a garage and the car shut off. The car door opened and closed as the footsteps grew closer. The trunk opened and the sound of the man stood right over me. He then grabbed what sounded like my bag and then me next. He carried the two bags inside, one containing what I had packed, and the other containing me. Once inside the home? Building? Garage? He unzipped the suitcase and pulled me out. He then picked me up and put me and placed me on a bed. He placed his hands firmly over my taped mouth and he began giving me his instructions. 

“We leave in the morning. You stay here. Bathroom is right there, next to the door to the hallway. You can either be let go and stay bound like this for bed. I squirmed, letting him know I’d like to be free for my bedtime. He seemed slightly upset, but granted my request. He took off my tape to a point where I could remove the rest on my own, before leaving the room and locking me inside. I definitely wasn’t in a house, more like an office or something. I decided to not worry about it and get ready for bed. I noticed the room was hardly decorated and had very minimal furniture. The bed was semi comfortable but I got in my baby blue PJ pants and blouse before hopping in the sheets and doom scrolling on my phone.

Morning came and I received instructions to once again dress lightly. This time I went for a red crop top shirt and black yoga pants. I knew he would just take my shoes off again so I placed my socks on and packed up my shoes. I was told to leave my bag in the room, step out of the room, turn left and head to the large space with all the couches. I did as instructed, only to be met with a surprise I could not have seen coming.

I was grabbed from behind when I entered the space, a hand quickly covering my mouth to silence me while other hands grabbed my arms and forced them behind me. I was then forced down to the ground, the hands never leaving me as I dropped to the floor. Ropes were then tied around my wrists behind my back, the course rope tightly binding my hands together, more rope was then wrapped around my elbows bringing them closer to each other until they met, the tightness causing some degree of pain in my shoulders, not that I could complain as the hand was soon replaced with some black cloth shoved in my mouth, followed next by a large ball gag. The ball filled my mouth and accented my lips, while the straps tightly pressed into the soft flesh of my cheeks. I tried to resist, unsure that this was indeed my dom and now suddenly his friend? They continued binding me, I hadn’t seen the faces of my abductors, and I was scared for a moment that this was real, although I also found that I was getting turned on by the unfolding events.

My ankles were next to be bound, the ropes again tightly binding my limbs together, the ropes tied off, making sure that I could not escape their grasp. Following on from this my shirt was forced up and more rope was soon binding my chest and breasts, I could not move my legs or arms apart and relished in the tight-binding that was being applied to my body. A black cloth  was then forced over my eyes and all light was extinguished leaving me in the dark. All of the time that my capture was taking place the two men never spoke a word, all you could hear in the room was the grunts that I was making as they very tightly bound my limbs, I was still unsure as to who my kidnappers were, though I suspected that it was my dom and some sort of accomplice? He did mention having help with this but I never checked our contract for an extra signature. I then felt hands all over my body, they reached around and grabbed the soft orbs of flesh that were my breasts, the hands roughly fondling and squeezing them causing me some pain, I grunted into the gag as the hands continued to abuse me and explore my body, they now had free rein to explore their bound captive.

Next, I was made to stand, still wobbly from being taken so roughly, hands held me tightly and I was lifted slightly, as my feet left the floor I felt them being placed into a soft cloth-like material, this was soon brought up over my legs, and soon my whole body was encased inside what I assumed was a sack, it covered me from head to toe and was tied off above my head sealing me inside, now bound and totally enclosed within the confines of the sack, I was theirs for the taking. Once they were happy that I was tightly trussed and secure, they picked me up and thrown over someone's shoulder; I was then carted out to a vehicle parked outside and I was dropped like a sack of potatoes into the trunk of the car, my fall only was broken by the floor of the trunk, winding me as I hit and I lay there slightly stunned and wondered what they had planned for me. A couple of other bags were dropped on top of me, it seemed to me that I was just baggage now, the trunk was slammed down and I was now trapped inside.

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