Choose Your Own Adventure, Bondage Style

by HeckYeaBaby, 2024-04-22 02:37:31

With 5 different endings and 8 different ways to be tied up, this POV story lets you ‘choose your own adventure’ by making decisions at key moments throughout the story. Let’s see where your decisions take you in your bondage journey!

Premise:

You are walking home one evening from the gym. It's pretty late out, it's dark and the streetlights are on. The weather is probably 60 degrees out, so a beautiful night to be walking home, your gym bag over your shoulder. The street appears to be deserted as you continue your way down the road. Up ahead, you see a white van parked on your side of the road, its headlights are one. As you walk past it, you glance inside through the window. Within, you see a man wearing a black beanie and a black jacket on his phone behind the steering wheel. In the other seat is a man dressed similarly, looking out the window. You continue past, not thinking much of it.

Only a few moments after passing the van, you hear the engine rev. It speeds past you, then parks on your side of the road again. You begin to feel a little nervous as you look around, the rest of the street completely deserted.

Go to 1 if you: cross to the opposite side of the road before passing the van.

Go to 2 if you: continue past the van on the same side of the road.

You cross to the opposite side of the road, just to give the suspicious van as much room as possible. As you do so, the van revs it's engine again and flips a u-turn, parking on the side of the road you were heading towards. You are now freaked out about the van and turn all the way around to head back the way you came. As you start walking that way, the van revs its engine yet again and speeds past you, parking in front of you. The sliding door on the side slides open and one of the men steps out menacingly.

Go to 3 if you: turn around and begin to run away.

Go to 4 if you: stop and try to talk to the man.

As you pass the van, the door on the side slides open. You turn to confront the man coming out, but a hand is swiftly thrown over your mouth. Another hand firmly grabs you about your waist and pulls you inside the van. You try to fight, but the door is already slid shut before you can do anything. Looking around the inside of the van...

Go to 5 if you: see a large wooden X bolted to the inside of the van with leather straps hanging from the ends.

Go to 6 if you: see dozens of coils of rope on the floor.

Go to 7 if you: see a set of handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, with more metal restraints scattered about the inside of the van.

You turn around and begin running away, your gym bag swinging about on your shoulder. You glance behind you and see the man chasing you down, running much faster than you. You run as hard as you can, but the man inevitably catches up to you. He grabs your shoulder roughly and forces you to stop running. You turn around and through your fist at him, but he blocks it and grabs your wrist, holding you fast. You open your mouth to yell for help, but he takes his other hand and forces it around your mouth tightly. He now has you held with one arm wrapping about your waist and the other pressed tightly against your mouth. You fight against him as the van pulls up to the side of the road where he is holding you. The door slides open and looking inside...

Go to 5 if you: see a large wooden X bolted to the inside of the van with leather straps hanging from the ends.

Go to 6 if you: see dozens of coils of rope on the floor.

Go to 7 if you: see a set of handcuffs hanging from the ceiling, with more metal restraints scattered about the inside of the van.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The man doesn't respond. He begins walking towards you. You hold your ground, unsure what is happening. You repeat the question, but he continues to ignore you. You begin to step away, but the suddenly sprints at you. Before you can react, he grabs you around your waist with one hand. You open your mouth to cry out but he roughly shoves a large swath of cloth down your throat. You gag as he pulls a roll of tape out of his pocket and begins to wrap it around your head painfully.

By the time he is finished with the tape, you can hardly breathe, let alone cry out. The van pulls up next to you and the other man steps out of the van. You can see in his hands he is holding...

Go to 12 if he is holding: a bunch of coils of rope.

Go to 16 if he is holding: multiple rolls of tape.

The man holding your mouth says, "Alright, I am going to take my hand off your mouth. Are you going to be good, or are you going to be bad?" You look at the man fearfully, unresponsive. The man rolls his eyes.

"Nod your head if you won't shout out for help. Because if you do, you won't enjoy your punishment."

You stare back at the man before slowly nodding your head. The man smiles. "There, that wasn't too hard, was it?" He takes his hand from your mouth and you open it to stretch your jaw. As the man watches you adjust your jaw, you...

Go to 8 if you: scream for help as loud as you possibly can.

Go to 9 if you: remain silent.

The man roughly throws you inside the van. You collapse onto the floor of the van as he pulls the sliding door closed behind him, locking it with a large padlock and hinge that was haphazardly bolted in place. You open your mouth to shout for help, but the other man comes at you from behind and slaps his hand over your mouth, silencing you again. You kick and fight against the two, but their combined strength is no match for you. Within minutes, the two men have wrapped coils of rope tightly around your body, restraining every single limb. They coil the rope around your ankles, calves, above and below your knees, your thighs, and your feet, securing them extremely tightly together. Your chest is wrapped in an intricate chest harness, with your arms tied painfully behind your back, coils around your wrists and elbows, forcing your shoulders back agonizingly far. A length of rope is looped around your ankles and pulled up to your chest harness, pulling you into an extremely tight hogtie.

"Nod your head if you won't shout out for help. Because if you do, you won't enjoy your punishment."

Go to 10 if you: scream for help as loud as you possibly can.

Go to 11 if you: remain silent.

"Nod your head if you won't shout out for help. Because if you do, you won't enjoy your punishment."

Go to 8 if you: scream for help as loud as you possibly can.

Go to 9 if you: remain silent.

You take a deep breath in and as you begin shouting, the man resumes his grasp over your mouth. You twist and turn to try to dislodge his hand, but nothing you do lets you escape his grasp.

"Oh, you naughty naughty little shit. Ay, bring me that roll of tape and a rag!" Your eyes grow wide as the other man brings a filthy-looking rag towards you with a roll of gray duct tape in his other hand. The man removes his hand from your mouth, but you leave it clasped shut to prevent him from putting the rag in.

"Oh, you're gonna be quiet now? Well, too late for that." The first man pinches your nose shut, forcing you to open your mouth to breathe. As you do so, the other man forces the rag deep into your mouth, making you gag on the terrible taste. He swiftly begins wrapping your head in duct tape, tightening the wrap with every loop. Your eyes begin to water as the rag is forced deeper and deeper into your mouth, unable to fight against the tape. When the man finally finishes, you can barely breathe, let alone shout for help. You twist your head, trying to loosen the wrap to any degree. The men laugh as they return to the front of the van. Left in your bondage, you can do nothing but twist against your bonds and gag on the rag.

Continue to 17

The man watches you and after a while, decides that you are going to remain silent.

"Wonderful. Don't need to use the tape." You watch him as he returns to the front of the van with the other man. He reaches around for something, then finds what he is looking for. You see it is a large red ball gag, attached to a harness.

"Since you're staying quiet, I don't need to silence you. Just give you something to chew on." You twist your head away as the man forces the leather harness over your head, forcing your mouth open to put the gag in. You whimper as he cinches all the straps down painfully over your head, making your eyes water as the ball is forced deep into your throat. All you can be thankful about is that the gag doesn't include a blindfold.

You twist your head, trying to loosen the straps to any degree. The man laughs as he returns to the front of the van. Left in your bondage, you can do nothing but twist against your bonds and gag on the massive red ball stretching your jaw painfully wide.

Continue to 13

10)

You take a deep breath in and as you begin shouting, the man resumes his grasp over your mouth. You twist and turn to try to dislodge his hand, but nothing you do lets you escape his grasp.

Continue to 14

11)

The man watches you and after a while, decides that you are going to remain silent.

You twist your head, trying to loosen the straps to any degree. The man laughs as he returns to the front of the van. Left in your bondage, you can do nothing but twist against your ropes and your hogtie and gag on the massive red ball stretching your jaw painfully wide.

Continue to 15

12)

The man is holding multiple coils of rope in his hands. You struggle against the first man as the second begins to tie you up using the rope. He wraps coils of rope tightly around your ankles, then you calves, then your knees, then continuing up to your thighs and waist. He ties a painfully tight crotch rope onto you as you struggle against him. Every single coil of rope he fraps, cinching everything down painfully tight. You can already feel your legs beginning to go numb from the tightness.

The man continues up to your arms, painfully pulling your elbows together to the point where they are touching each other. Your wrists are similarly bound and frapped, then a tight chest harness is wrapped. You can do nothing but wiggle your body slightly when he finishes with your upper body.

Finally, the man wraps rope around your ankles and pulls them up towards your arms, securing them to a rope tied around your neck. You are now in a painful hogtie that you have to arch your back to keep the rope around your neck from choking you (more than it already is). Laughing, the men hop back into the van and drive away, leaving you tied up on the sidewalk, completely unable to move. Your only hope of escape is a pair of scissors that you see layong on the ground about 20 feet ahead of you, set down by one of the men before they left. Either you manage to cut yourself free, or you wait until the next morning when someone happens upon your restrained body after being stuck on the sidewalk all night.

THE END

13)

After hours of being stuck in your bondage, your body aching from being stuck standing up in a moving van for so long, you arrive at your destination. The massive red ball in your mouth has made your jaw ache from being stretched so wide. The two men remove your restraints and pull you down, your body limp from the cramped position you have been in for so long. They take a new pair of handcuffs out of a bag and lock your hands together behind your back as they apply a new set of shackles to your ankles, allowing you to awkwardly shuffle about. Your chances of escaping are zero in your restrained state, not to mention the strong grip one of the men has on your shoulder.

They walk you out of the van and towards a large brick warehouse. The walls are stained and covered in graffiti, with many windows busted out from thrown rocks or bricks. Your gag remains in your mouth as they move you into the building. You peer through the gloom to see a long, black car parked in the center of the abandoned warehouse. Leaning against the side of the car, spinning the keys on her finger, stands a woman dressed professionally. She has long, black hair, is wearing lipstick and makeup, is wearing a business suit and skirt and tall, black stiletto heels. She smiles sadistically at you as you shuffle towards her, led by the two men.

"My my my, this one really is... beautiful", the woman says smiling, leaning towards you. "How much did we agree upon?"

"It was fifty thousand for the person, then 10 for the job", one of the men said.

"Oh that's right, I remember now." The woman walks slowly around you, tracing her fingers over your body smoothly. You twitch away from the woman's touch, moaning into your ball gag, drool dripping down your chin.

"You really are a pretty one, aren't you?" the woman asks as she runs her hand through your hair.

Go to 19 if you: let her feel your hair and body without complaint.

Go to 20 if you: growl into your gag and struggle against her touch.

14)

After hours of being stuck in your bondage, your body aching from being stuck in the tight hogtie in a moving van for so long, you arrive at your destination. The rag has saturated completely with your drool, making the filth from the rag run down your throat and permeate its way through your mouth. One of the men picks you up by your chest harness, pulling the rope extremely tightly across your chest, making you grunt into your gag. They open the sliding door of the van and carry you outside. Your chances of escaping are zero in your restrained state, let alone being able to wiggle in the slightest.

They walk you out of the van and towards a large brick warehouse. The walls are stained and covered in graffiti, with many windows busted out from thrown rocks or bricks. You groan and grunt into your gag in pain as your limbs are beginning to go numb from the increased tightness of being carried. Entering the warehouse, you see an old, beat-up truck with a heavy-set man leaning on the side. He is wearing stained overalls and has the air of a mechanic: large stomach but strong muscles, a beard and a bandana covering his forehead.

"Ah, you guys got 'em!"

"Yes sir we did! Did the same thing they've done every night, walk home from the gym."

"Wonderful, les get 'em all packed up an' ready. The buyer is sending the cash tonight'."

Continue to 18

15)

After hours of being stuck in your bondage, your body aching from being stuck in the tight hogtie in a moving van for so long, you arrive at your destination. The massive red ball in your mouth has made your jaw ache from being stretched so wide. One of the men picks you up by your chest harness, pulling the rope extremely tightly across your chest, making you grunt into your gag. They open the sliding door of the van and carry you outside. Your chances of escaping are zero in your restrained state, let alone being able to wiggle in the slightest.

"Ah, you guys got 'em!"

"Yes sir we did! Did the same thing they've done every night, walk home from the gym."

"Wonderful, les get 'em all packed up an' ready. The buyer is sending the cash tonight'."

Continue to 18.

16)

The man is holding multiple rolls of gray duct tape in his hands. You struggle against the first man as the second one begins to wrap the tape around your legs, mummifying you as he works his way up. He pulls your shoes off and wraps your feet together, then goes up to your ankles, over your calves, over your knees and thighs, then to you waist. The first man pins your arms to your sides as the second man wraps them in place, continuing up your body. By the time he finishes, he has used 4 or 5 rolls of tape to completely mummify you, including a blindfold around your eyes. You hear the men laugh as they return to their van and drive away, leaving you wrapped, gagged and blindfolded on the sidewalk. You can do nothing but twist and flop about on the ground, forced to wait for someone to happen upon your restrained body sometime the next morning.

THE END

17)

After hours of being stuck in your bondage, your body aching from being stuck standing up in a moving van for so long, you arrive at your destination. The rag has saturated completely with your drool, making the filth from the rag run down your throat and permeate its way through your mouth. The two men remove your restraints and pull you down, your body limp from the cramped position you have been in for so long. They take a new pair of handcuffs out of a bag and lock your hands together behind your back as they apply a new set of shackles to your ankles, allowing you to awkwardly shuffle about. Your chances of escaping are zero in your restrained state, not to mention the strong grip one of the men has on your shoulder.

They walk you out of the van and towards a large brick warehouse. The walls are stained and covered in graffiti, with many windows busted out from thrown rocks or bricks. Your gag remains in your mouth as they move you into the building. You peer through the gloom to see a brightly lit room on one side of the seemingly deserted warehouse. Entering the room, you see a small kitchen, fridge, dining table, TV and other things that someone would need when living somewhere. On the far side of the room is another door. You are led through the door into a much colder, much less welcoming room. This one has the air of a cell: the walls are made entirely of concrete, there are no windows, and there is a single yellow bulb burning behind a metal cage above the door.

You are thrust inside the room, your hands and feet still shackled and your gag still in place. One of the men enters with you and applies a second set of cuffs to your hands, these ones secured to the wall by a long chain and bolt. You shout into your gag, but are slapped by the man instantly. You quickly stop talking, your face burning from the strike.

"Since you can't be trusted with that gag off of you, we gotta keep you here until you can be", the man said. "Overnight in here might help you think about your actions."

Your eyes grow huge when he says 'overnight'. You begin shouting into your gag when a second blow comes crashing across your face.

"Don't make it two days. The quicker you learn, the quicker you can go to your new home." You stay quiet, watching the man as he exits the room and slams the door shut. You hear a deadbolt slide from the other side. Even if the door was unlocked, you're chained to the wall anyways. No escape for you.

THE END

18)

The man carrying you sets you down on the grimy concrete floor of the warehouse. The mechanic reaches into the back of his truck and pulls out a large gray suitcase, one that you immediately know is where you will end up. You begin to struggle against your bonds as the men watch you struggle, laughing.

"This one sure is a hell of a fighter, ain't they?" The mechanic chuckled.

One of the men cut the rope holding you in a hogtie, allowing you to stretch out your legs. Only for a moment do you have this degree of freedom though, before they wrap rope around you, pulling you into a tight ball. Your knees are secured to your chest and your feet to your butt, leaving you in a helpless ball, barely able to wiggle about on the cold concrete floor, shouting uselessly into your gag.

You fight against the men as they pick you up while the mechanic unzips the suitcase. You scream out in panic as he sets you down inside, then flips the cover over and zips it shut. The man applies a lock to the zippers, making sure nobody but he can let you out. You feel a sudden weightlessness as the suitcase is hauled upwards, then dumped unceremoniously in the bed of the truck. You grunt in pain as you hit the bottom, continuing to struggle. No matter what you do, you can't prevent them from taking you to only god knows where. As you hear the old truck roar to life, you know you are probably going to be stuck in that suitcase for a good long while.

THE END

19)

You let the woman trace her fingers across your body as you stand still, frozen, praying that nothing further happens to you. The woman eventually makes up her mind.

"There is seventy thousand in the back seat, go have some fun with the extra ten, consider it a tip." She smiles yet again. "I am going to enjoy this quite a bit!"

The woman procures a metal collar from the pocket of her suit jacket, which she quickly snaps around your neck. She clicks a small padlock in place around the latch, then secures a leash to the padlock as well. "Follow me my little pet!" she says happily, pulling on the leash towards the car. You moan into your gag as the metal collar digs into your neck painfully, forcing you forward. She leads you into the back seat of the car (which the man had already grabbed the money from) as she padlocks the other end of the leash to an anchor on the ceiling. She gently pushes you into the seat, where you sit with your hands still cuffed, ankles shackled, gag in your mouth and now your neck secured to the ceiling. You moan into your gag as she closes the door, her heels clicking on the ground as she walks towards the drivers seat.

Stepping inside, she looks back and tells you, "I hope you get to enjoy my company! Because thats all you'll be getting from now on." She turns back forward and starts the car, pulling out of the warehouse.

As she enters a highway, you know that she will make it her goal to make you her special little pet, all to herself.

THE END

20)

You growl into your gag and toss your head, pulling away from the woman's touch.

"Oh, this is a sassy one, is it now? Well, sas deserves it's punishment." The woman slaps you across your face as you grunt into your gag in pain. The stinging on your face makes you angry at her. You glare at her out of the side of your eyes.

"That's no way to look at your new owner, is it now? Looks like I may need some extra restraints for the ride home."

The woman pulls a harsh metal collar from her suit jacket pocket and snaps it over your neck, locking it with a padlock. She locks a chain onto the same lock and uses it to drag you towards the car. You grunt as the metal of the collar grinds against your neck, your feet shuffling to keep up with the woman's clicking heels.

Opening the back seat, the woman removes a large briefcase and tosses it onto the ground. "Sixty thousand, as we agreed. You may leave now", she tells the two men. One quickly snatches the briefcase and, thanking the woman, hurriedly leaves.

"Now, let's get you situated."

The woman locks the chain attached to your collar to a metal anchor inside the backseat. From a bag on the floor, the woman pulls out a large mass of leather. You realize it's a straightjacket as she uncuffs your hands and forces you into it. You struggle against her but, after being slapped harshly across the face again, you concede to the woman. Within moments the leather straightjacket is strapped in place, securing your entire upper body.

The woman takes out multiple leather belts and wraps them about your legs, securing them even further than the metal shackles. You notice that every single belt has a small padlock on the buckle, making sure it can't be slid off or removed.

Finally, the woman pulls a leather hood over your head. You shout into your gag and snort through your nose, bucking your head away, but it's too late. The woman tightens a leather strap down around your neck, securing the hood in place. She cinches more straps located on the back of the hood down, tightening everything around your head, making the leather crush in from all sides.

Finished, the woman leaves you snorting through your nose in the back seat. She buckles you in, securing you to the seat. Your hands are trapped in the straightjacket so you can't unbuckle it, let alone see where the buckle is.

You hear the woman start the car as the engine roars to life, then lurch forward as she drives away. You know that this woman will go to any lengths to make you her pet. You know she will make it her priority to make you submit to her, one way or another.

THE END