We had been planning this for weeks, and now everything lined up. I had a basketball game in the next city over, and Audrey would be on the cheer team cheering for the game. We would take buses over at the same time, and would get to the court at the same time. It was all perfect. We had already bought the duffle bag and duct tape Audrey would be in during the trip, but things had finally worked out. It was a 3 hour bus ride to the town over, a solid amount of time to be stuck in bondage in a duffle bag. About an hour before the bus ride, we began getting ready.

I met Audrey at her house, her parents having left for the weekend. We went up to her room and pulled the bondage bin out from under her bed and unlocked it. Inside were several pairs of handcuffs, rope, leather belts, gags, and many other bondage devices we had used over the months. Today, however, we would be returning to the OG bondage hardware: duct tape.

Audrey pulled her gray tee off and stood in front me with a black bra on. She pulled her jean shorts off as well, leaving herself in black panties and her bra. She gave me a mischievous smile, clearly anticipating the coming hours of bondage. I pulled out the first roll of duct tape, smiled back at her, and gestured to her to sit down on the bed. She came over and sat, presenting her bare feet to me. I roughly grabbed them and began winding duct tape around her ankles, tightly securing them together.

As Jacob moved up to my calves and wrapped them in tape, I couldn’t help but feel the thrill of being tied up again. I felt my heart rate begin to rise as I was slowly being robbed of my movement, knowing I would soon be stuck that way for several hours.

I wrapped her legs in 6 different spots: her ankles, calves, below and above the knee, her thighs and her feet. The tape was very tight, her body being squeezed in her bondage. She wiggled her legs, testing out the extremely secure binds she had been put in to. She stood up and hopped around the room briefly, then came back and stood in front of me presenting me her back. She crossed her arms behind her, offering me them to tape.

On my third roll of tape at this point, i started by wrapping tape around her crossed wrists several times, way more than I needed to but knowing Audrey would enjoy it. I moved up to right below her elbows and cinched them together with more tape, aggressively pulling them into an uncomfortable position behind her back. I did the same for above her elbows, watching her blemish-less skin squeeze out in between the wraps. I then stood up and began wrapping tape around her chest and stomach, securing her bound arms to her body. Finishing off the fourth roll of tape, Audrey hopped in a circle to face me once again. She smiled as she flexed against the bondage, testing the strength of the binds. There was zero chance she could ever escape from that tape job.

I stood up and pushed Audrey onto the bed, enjoying the power I now controlled over her. She flopped uselessly onto the bed, unable to protest my actions. I walked to her closet where her dirty clothes were and found a delightfully smelly pair of knee-high striped socks she had worn that week. Audrey gave me a slight look of contempt, before I rushed to her and shoved the socks in her mouth. They were large, meaning I had a hard time fitting both in. I secured the socks by wrapping the entire sixth roll of tape around her head, over her mouth, chin, cheeks, eyes and ears, leaving only her nose protruding from the swaddle of tape. Audrey made some muffled sounds as I finished, clearly uncomfortable at her predicament. The head wrap was something we hadn’t agreed on before hand: it was my little surprise for her before I left her alone. I pulled a leather hood out of the bondage box and managed to pull it over her duct tape wrapped head. She continued to protest, squirming around as I tightened the hood, further compressing her head and gag. She could squirm all she liked, I was in complete control of her now. There was absolutely nothing she could do to stop me from doing anything I wanted to her.

I stepped back, admiring my work. Audrey continued to struggle on the bed, trying in vain to get the hood off her head. I could tell it would be miserable for her, the gag must be unbearably tight in her mouth now. I could hear very little of what sounds she could make, small whimpers and moans that wouldn’t be audible if any other sound was present. I smiled and brushed off my hands, beginning to put the materials away. I grabbed the long duffle bag off the floor and set it on the bed next to Audrey. It was one of those hockey bags that has a stiff back and is long enough for hockey sticks to fit in. Luckily, Audrey was a short girl and would fit perfectly in the bag.

Audrey felt me set the bag down next to her and assuming what I was going do began struggling even more. She was clearly pleading with me now to take the hood off. She likely couldn’t hear anything inside the tape wrap and the hood. Her voice was incredibly well muffled, I was proud of the gag that was forcing its way down Audrey’s throat right at that moment.  I got up in top of Audrey and gave her perfect balloon breasts an emphatic squeeze. She squealed in her gag, but all that came out was a distant “mmph”. I played with her for a little bit, tickling and poking at her exposed stomach, massaging her breasts and basically making her my toy. She moaned and protested, squirming and fighting me as much as she could. In her restricted state, it was as effective as a Gerbil fighting a mouse. She clearly hated every moment of her bondage, fully regretting her decision to go through with the challenge. If I had been nicer, I probably would have cut her bonds and let her go, but there was no way she was going to stop me from having the time of my life while she was stuck this way.

When I was done using Audrey as my toy, I rolled her over into the open bag. I set her upright so her hooded head would be the first thing you see when opening the bag. She continued to fight me as I began zipping the bag up. I had to sit on her legs to keep them flat on the bag so I could close it. She was still screaming through her gag, praying I would change my mind and let her out. Spoiler alert: I didn’t change my mind. I zipped the bag up the rest of the way, fully enclosing Audrey within it. I cinched the straps on the bag down tight against her body, further securing her to the straight board. She continued to strain against the bag, but being cinched to the stiff backboard prevented her from being able to move inside the bag at all. I pulled the bag off the bed and thumped it down onto the ground. I leaned down next to where Audrey’s head would be, and could barely hear her continued pleads of release. I smiled to myself and pulled the bag out of the room on the wheels that were on the bottom

Jacob let the bag thump down every stair to the entryway of the house, jarring my body against the bag. My head was being compressed from all sides, my gag painfully extending my jaw. The taste of the socks was the least of my worries at this point, I had devolved into a full blown panic. I couldn’t see or hear anything and my entire head felt like it was under a vice. Breathing was difficult with the depth the gag had gone into my throat from the tightness of the hood. Even as we made our way down to his car, I continued trying to escape the claustrophobia Jacob had entrapped me in. I screamed and cried out into the gag, begging him to get me out of the hood. I had told him ‘no hood’ for that very reason. I hated tight spaces and the hood simulated the worst of them. I strained against the tape that dug into my arms. They were pinned mercilessly behind my back, my shoulders arched painfully with my elbows almost touching. A distant voice in my head told me I had to deal with this for over three hours, but in the moment all I needed was for the hood to come off. I felt myself be lifted up and dropped into something, which I would later find out was the trunk of Jacob’s car. I cried into the gag again, knowing there was no chance Jacob would let me out now. I distantly heard the trunk slam shut, knowing my fate was sealed. Gasping against the gag, I knew the following hours would be the worst hours of my life. 

I pulled up to the school where the cheer and basketball teams were mingling with each other, loading their respective buses. I parked and opened the trunk, then pulled the bag out. I wheeled it over to the cheerleader’s bus. One of Audrey’s friends asked where she was, I told her she had something come up and would meet us at the game and that I had grabbed her bag for her. They looked skeptically at the bag, wondering why Audrey would need a giant hockey bag. I glanced at the zipper, ensuring the lock I had put on it to prevent anyone but me from opening it was still there. I heaved the bag onto the compartment under the bus and slid it all the way to the back. I walked back to my car and got my basketball bag out and hopped onto my bus. I glanced back and saw the cheerleader who had asked me where Audrey was closing the compartment and locking it. I smiled to myself, thinking about what she would do if she knew Audrey was wrapped in duct tape, fully bound and in her own claustrophobic hell under the very bus they would be riding to the game.

I heard Janette’s voice nearby. I considered calling out, just to escape the crushing darkness, but decided that if my secret were to become public it would be worse than my current situation. As I felt the movement of the bus as it wound its way towards the highway, I gradually accepted my situation. My initial panic had subsided and I had stopped fighting my inescapable bonds, and instead settled down for a VERY uncomfortable three hour ride.