Natalie has an unfortunate run-in with a mysterious man who wants nothing more than to tie her up nice and tight… (An Original Bondage Story)

Natalie was returning home from the gym. She always walked the mile back to her apartment from the gym as a cooldown for her workout. The night was brisk and the air was chilly in November after the sun set. Natalie was wearing blue leggings and a poofy sweatshirt over her sports bra. She had her hood pulled up over her light-skinned face to protect from the wind, blowing straight into her face. “Today might not have been a bad day to get a taxi back home” she though to herself as yet another gust of wind hit her.

As Natalie continued her walk, she made the decision to take a shortcut back. She typically wouldn’t take this route since it took her off the main, well-lit streets and onto the darker side roads. However, she knew it would protect her from the wind much more and thus decided to turn right out of the lamp light and into the shadows of the alleyway. She was immediately rewarded when the steep wall of the building blocked any wind from hitting her exposed hands and face. She sighed of contentment before picking up her pace to vacate the dark alleyway as quick as she could. She had heard stories from her neighbors of people getting their stuff stolen in these areas, but hadn’t ever heard one firsthand. So, she confidently strode off into the darkness with little on her mind.

She knew the way well, she would walk it during the day when every nook and entryway was well lit. Natalie hastened around corner after corner, winding through the alleys uninterrupted by anything. She knew the risks of taking this route and so she kept an eye out for anybody that might want something to do with her, but nothing presented itself to her. As she navigated the final few turns before she would return to the main road, she began to relax, reflecting on her initial worry about going in the dark and silently scolding herself for assuming people would only do the worse. Preoccupied by these thoughts, she failed to notice a large, heavy-set man leaning in the shadow of a doorway, silently watching her.

Natalie turned around the last corner before she made it back out to a main road and came to an abrupt halt: two men stood in the alleyway in front of her. One was over six feet tall, heavily set and very muscular-looking. The other was shorter, skinnier, and was wearing a suit and tie. They didn’t seem to want to bother her, so she began walking again and angled to go around them. The one on the left sidestepped to block her path.

“Heyy, excuse me please” Natalie said, keeping her eyes towards the ground.

She tried to step around the man, but was again blocked by him. She turned around to go back the other way and found a third man, the one who had been in the doorway, blocking her way.

“Alright guys, I don’t know what y'all are doing…” Natalie said in a playful tone, silently becoming more and more worried about what was going was.

“Shut up, bitch” the third man said to her in a gruff voice.

“Well exCUSE me, I don’t know if that was called for-“

“He said shut up bitch”, the shorter, skinnier man said, cutting her off.

Natalie whipped around to admonish the second man when the third man suddenly leapt forward and grabbed Natalie about the waist. He clamped his other gloved hand over her mouth, muffling her exclamation of surprise.

“HEY WHA- MMPH!” Natalie yelled into the mans hand as she struggled to escape his grip. The first man who had blocked her the first time stepped up to her smacked her hard on the cheek. Natalie immediately stopped struggling, stunned at being struck.

“Alright lady, heres how its going to go. We’re gonna take your phone and wallet. We’re gonna take your bag. You are going to allow us to take it without fighting. Otherwise, we will have to punish you. Understand?”, the man wearing the suit asked her.

Natalie, thoroughly terrified by the men, nodded her head. The third man continued to hold her tightly around her waste with his other hand covering her mouth, preventing her from yelling for help. She could taste the stale, sweaty leather and silently gagged at the taste. The first man reached around her and grabbed her phone from her back pocket, giving her butt a squeeze as he did so. Natalie let out an involuntary moan when he did it, immediately cursing herself for choosing to go down the alleyway. The man chuckled at the sound and turned the phone screen on.

“Now, I am going to ask you for the code to your phone. My good friend here will take his hand off your mouth so you can say it. If anything other than a number comes out of your mouth, I promise you, you will regret your choice. Understand?”

Natalie nodded her head again, her eyes wide with fear in them. The man nodded to the one holding Natalie, and he took his hand off her mouth. Natalie took a deep, shaky breath in and, her voice shaking, said, “the code is… six… eight… sevenHELLLPPPMMPHH-!” She made a desperate attempt to break free of the man holding her. All that she accomplished was a small outburst that was quickly silenced by an unforgiven hand muting her once more.

“Oh dear oh dear, I did tell you you would regret that my lady” the suit-clad man said, making a tsk tsk sound as he shook his head. He walked up close to Natalie, leaning a few inches from her face. “You will regret that, I promise” he whispered.

He spun on his heel and walked over to a doorway where he grabbed a duffel bag that had been hidden in the shadows. Natalie, scared quiet by the man’s threat, watched him with wide, fear-filled eyes. The man leaned down to open the duffel bag and procured something that he hid behind his back. He walked back up to Natalie, clicking his fingers. At the click, the man holding Natalie picked her up and held her down to the ground, not letting go of his hold over her mouth. Natalie began kicking, trying to get up off the cold concrete of the alleyway, shouting into the mans glove. The other large man, who had thus far stood behind the shorter man now leapt into action, pinning Natalies legs down to stop her kicking.

“You see, my dear. I don’t steal people’s belongings as a… shall we say… ‘means of income’. I am plenty well set myself. What I really do here is I entertain myself. See, its rather hard to find people who enjoy the same things I do, so I have come to the conclusion that the only way I can get my fun is if people stumble into it, as you now have done.” The man walked up to Natalie, looming over her as she was pinned to the ground. Natalie, completely terrified by this point, could do nothing but watch the man with horror. He still held something behind his back: Natalie knew it couldn’t possibly be good.

The man stopped and bent down by the man holding her legs tight to the ground. Her arms had been pinned above her head by the man who still had his hand over her mouth. She tried again in vain to break free from where she was held, pulling her legs up as hard as she could. The men easily held her fast. Suddenly, she felt something happening at her feet. The man in the suit was untying her sneakers. She let out another muffled “MMPH!”, this time more out of confusion than panic. ‘What kind of pervert is this man’ she wondered to herself, fearing for what would come next. The man untied her other shoe, and pulled both of them off, setting them to the side. He turned back to Natalie, eyeing her feet with a mischievous grin. He brushed his hand against her foot and watched her involuntarily try to yank her foot away from his prying hands.

“Ohhh, so you’re ticklish? Thats sweet” the man said in his cool, calm voice.

Natalie was beginning to freak out again, whipping herself up into a panic over what might happen to her. The man fingered her feet once more, then tugged her blue and pink ankle-height socks off in one smooth motion for each foot. He replaced her shoes and re-knotted each one without saying a word.

“We wouldn’t want your poor tootsies to get cold, would we? Besides, it’s going to be a long night out in the cold for you” he said as he stood back up.

Natalie watched him with horror as he approached her head. He kneeled down next to her and brushed a strand of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. “You really are a pretty young thing aren’t you.”

The man clicked his fingers and the large man who was holding Natalie’s mouth shut removed his hand. Not expecting this, she opened her mouth to take a deep breath in and try to rid the taste of leather from her mouth when the man suddenly shoved her socks into her mouth. She instantly gagged, her mouth quickly filling with the horrible taste of socks she had just finished working out in. She shook her head to try to dislodge the socks, tugging her hands against the man holding them to try to pull the disgusting load out of her mouth. Acting quickly, the man procured the duct tape he had hid behind his back and began wrapping Natalie’s head in the tape. He wrapped several times around her mouth and her chin, fully securing the socks in her mouth. Natalie’s jaw already began to hurt as the socks were forced deeper into her mouth by the tightness of the tape. She cried out into the tape with tears forming as she gagged on the socks, being shoved down into the back of her throat. She choked and had to take several deep breaths through her nose to regain her composure.

She was suddenly flipped over onto her stomach, her legs still pinned to the ground and her arms held securely to her back. She cried out into the gag, praying someone would here her muted calls for help. The man had acquired a coil of rope from the duffel bag and was already wrapping it around her dainty wrists, tightly securing them together. Before she knew it, there were loops of rope around her wrists and elbows, aggressively pulling her shoulders back with her elbows almost touching.

“You see, I particularly enjoy tying people up. It turns me on, and sometimes I can’t be satisfied with just photos or videos. I have to be doing it myself.”

Natalie was only half listening. Her primary concern was the painful position her upper body had been put into. Coils of rope had been looped around her arms and chest, securing her arms to her body and squeezing her breasts. She was flipped back over so she was facing up and looked into the eyes of the man. He smiled at her in a creepy, deranged way. He pulled yet more coils of rope out of the duffel bag and moved towards her legs where he tightly wrapped the rope around her ankles, calves, knees, thighs and feet. Her leggings accentuated the shape of her legs and displayed how tight the restraints were. Now being fully restrained, the men holding her stood up and stepped back behind the man in the suit.

Natalie laid on the ground, struggling against the rope. Her legs were tightly bound together, the rope digging into her skin through the leggings. Her arms were painfully pinned behind her with loops of rope around her chest, making her breasts plump outwards in small bubble shapes. Her gag kept her silenced as she groaned and cried out, her muffled cries unheard by anyone save the three men. The man in the suit looked at Natalie, making eye contact with her. He smiled again in the same deranged way.

“I do hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am, my dear. Enjoy it while it lasts, someone will probably find you tomorrow morning some time.”

Natalie froze her struggles. ‘Tomorrow morning, is he crazy?’ The man elaborated, saying, “some homeless man will probably find and untie you. If you are truly devoted, you might be able to make it to the main road and find help there. Well, I hope you have a good time. Au revoir my dear, and good luck with the ropes”.

Natalie stared at the men in horror as they turned around and began walking away. She screamed into her gag, pleading them to come back and not leave her there. The man in the suit turned around and walked backwards, waving at her as he disappeared into the shadows of the alleyway with his evil grin on his face.

Natalie continued crying out after they had disappeared, hoping someone would let her out of these binds. She flexed her arms, trying in vain to relax her stretched shoulders. She kicked her legs up, trying to reach the her ankles with her hands. She was able to barely touch the tip of her foot when she tried as hard as she could to reach the ankle. She tried to sit up, pulling her legs to her chest and pivoting around, pushing down with her hands. All she managed to do was flip over onto her back, painfully shoving her elbows into the rough concrete. Her jaw was hurting from the tightness of the tape wrapped around her face. She moaned into the gag, trying to shift her haw around to loosen the tape. The taste of her socks was already overpowering her, beginning to run down her throat as she drooled into the gag. She flexed her wrists, secured tightly together and pinned to her back by a length of rope running around her waist. As she continued struggling against her bondage, she decided the only was to get help was to make her way to the main road. If she remembered correctly she had 3 corners she had to go around to get to the main road, IF she remembered correctly. As she began the long journey of sliding and pushing her way along the path, she knew it would be the longest night of her life, especially how after 15 minutes of grueling flopping and pushing and pain in her shoulders and disgusting drool now making a constant trickle down her throat, she had only managed to travel about 20 feet.