Mirror of Desire

It was late a few nights after my long time girlfriend had broken up with me. I guess she had had enough of me asking for random blowjobs, anal sex and latex clothing. I had a girlfriend in high school that liked random blowjobs and the occasional anal sex. Had latex clothing been around then, oh I’m sure she would have loved it. She was one kinky girl and I liked it a lot. This last one though just didn’t go for any funny business. She said, “I’ll set you up with someone just like you” when she stormed out. “You kinky ass sick bastard.” I was thinking, you have no idea what goes through my head! ...

An Unexpected Pleasure

The desire to be stuffed into a laundry bag will not go away. So I bought a large canvas laundry bag, it is 40” X 50”, which I can fit inside. It’s a tight fit. Once in the bag it’s very difficult for me to pull the draw string tight and fasten it. I really need someone to do this for me. Doing it myself is OK, but I need someone to fasten the bag so that I cannot get out. Could I find someone willing to do this? Could I trust that person? ...

From Top to Bottom 13: It Really Can't Get Any Better, Or Can It?

story continued from part 12 After many stories relating to rubber fetish and associated themes I have decided that, at least for now, this is my last, and for that I wanted to write something very different, and challenging for me So this is a gay rubber story, something I have never tried before. Whether or not it “works” and has credibility is entirely up to the reader, although I have to say I did quite enjoy writing it. ...

From Top to Bottom 6: Close and Personal

story continued from part 5 After many stories relating to rubber fetish and associated themes I have decided that, at least for now, this is my last, and for that I wanted to write something very different, and challenging for me So this is a gay rubber story, something I have never tried before. Whether or not it “works” and has credibility is entirely up to the reader, although I have to say I did quite enjoy writing it. ...

Dressed for a Trick, or a Treat

Part 1 “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I comment to my friend Jim as we walked into his house. We entered the front door of the large house, and I saw the Halloween decorations were all over the hallway. Jim’s mom usually got into Halloween, I guess that’s why she was cool with this. “Why? Its not a big deal,” Jim commented casually. Maybe not for you, I thought, but didn’t say. I was about to live out one of my biggest fantasies, and I was just hoping I wouldn’t get too into it. ...

Chris Kidnapped

Chris is an 18yr old student in his final year in college. He is approximately 5’9, slim build with black hair. He goes to one of them colleges who take pride on being one of the best in the country in terms of results so they expect their students to represent them in the right way in appearance, in other words wearing a uniform. Chris was wearing a white shirt (untucked), sleeves 3/4length, blue tie and black trousers. ...

My 48 Hour Adventure

It all started with these conversations with this guy in Europe. He was big on burying guys in sand. I had some experience in that and enjoyed the times I was buried. But I sensed that he was way beyond me in terms of experience and endurance. Most of my burials had been sort duration and fairly shallow. Oh, yes, I was buried once deeply on a warm beach in the Caribbean butt naked, and that one lasted a couple of hours. Since I am writing this in the past tense, I did survive what was about to happen, but it was one of the most intense experiences of my life. ...

My 48 Hour Adventure

It all started with these conversations with this guy in Europe. He was big on burying guys in sand. I had some experience in that and enjoyed the times I was buried. But I sensed that he was way beyond me in terms of experience and endurance. Most of my burials had been sort duration and fairly shallow. Oh, yes, I was buried once deeply on a warm beach in the Caribbean butt naked, and that one lasted a couple of hours. Since I am writing this in the past tense, I did survive what was about to happen, but it was one of the most intense experiences of my life. ...

Paul's Revenge

High school and adolescence had been years of misery and despair for Paul, currently 21 years old, and a community college student, on the verge of academic washout, after enrolling in a medical technology curriculum. Paul’s despair stemmed from his inability to procure dates with females. Slightly effeminate in his demeanor and mannerisms, many erroneously believed he was gay. The fact that he had befriended a gay while in high school contributed to that perception, even though the relationship was asexual. ...

Tried & Tested

As requested, on the Saturday evening, I parked my car in the furthest corner of the car park from the leisure centre, it was already dark, there were plenty of people about going to and from their cars, but no-one within 100 yards of me. The area I was in was quite dark and no one would have been able to make out anything inside the car unless they came right up to it. Which was just as well, I was wearing a satin maid’s outfit, black seamed stockings, 6-inch court shoes, locked onto my feet and a blonde wig. ...

My Second Kidnapping: By Two Friends

I pulled off the road and parked alongside the metal shed behind Grey’s house. It was the place where we did most of our bondage sessions.Grey and I had met on a male bondage website, discovered our mutual interest in bondage with other guys, and found that we did not live far from each other.We communicated online for while and finally met in person. We quickly developed a trust and respect for each other, and have met as often as possible since that first meeting which took place in the back of his van. We are both straight, and just enjoy the adventure and excitement of tying up other guys. Grey waved at me as he came out of the back door of his house and walked toward me. I waved back, then exited my car to join him at the walk-in door of the large shed. “It’s good to see you again, Grey!” ...

Letters From Kaylin Chapter 4.1: Mountain Meadows of Bondage

I have consolidated all of my stories to date on a Yahoo Adult Group. The Group has the stories and loads of free heavy rubber photo finds that I’ve compiled over the years. There are even a couple of photos of me enjoying my favorite material. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rbrbill_fans/ - Story continues from Chapter 3: Destinations Chapter 4: Mountain Meadows of Bondage 1: Jason’s Gasps Jason Kildare was in desperate straights. He was locked – handcuffed to a chair in front of his computer screen. The screen glowed with a screensaver downloaded from his ex-girlfriend’s machine. His thoughts wandered beyond the “ex-girlfriend” and realized that she would soon be a murderer and he was the victim! His next thought was when found the authorities would look on his death as some sort of autoerotic fantasy gone wrong. They would probably declare his death accidental and not really look too closely into the circumstances surrounding it. ...

Not What I Expected 2

(story continues from Not What I Expected) continued from part one Part 2 I sat on the marble bench in the dark cemetery with my wrists cuffed behind my back and my ankles cuffed together, and both of them chained together trapping me on the bench. I watched Lisa drive away in my car with a satisfied look on her face, and I thought that this time I was really screwed. The term “self inflicted injurys” came to mind, and was probably the fairest assessment of my situation. ...

Dumpster Play

I just got back from my holiday in Florida, and had arranged a session with two of my Bear friends, here is how it went: I got in around 5 P.M. Friday and we started to play around 8 P.M. (not sure after bagging) We arrived at the corner store around 9:00 P.M. (closed of course) and I go to the back room with them and slide into my black PVC thong, silver spandex hot pants and matching t-shirt. ...

Caught in the Dog Pen

Let me set this up. I used to have two dogs. They barked at everything they saw. So I ended up putting a 7 foot tall privacy fence around their pen. Got rid of the dogs-kept the pen. It’s a 10 x 12 foot area with a tree in one corner. The dogs had pretty much worn down the ground surrounding the tree, so it has a natural slope from the dirt up to the tree trunk. Almost like a recliner. The base of the tree is almost two feet from the dirt ground. ...

Breaking Barbie

It takes all kinds. And truth is stranger than fiction. So cliché, it’s droll, but i need help and i need to start somewhere. And a sad start this is, me, sounding off here where no one really hears me. It has the desperate feel of yelling into a dark, empty cave only to hear the echo of one’s own voice. There’s someone talking, there’s someone listening, but it’s pretty pathetic when done for a party of one. ...

Too Bold, Too Brave, Too Stupid

I as most of you practice self bondage, over the 20 years I have done this I have gotten very good at self binding and have been stuck and caught. Getting good at sb sadly turns into boredom, so I was thinking how could this be more fun, more risky ? Then it came to me, I am a healthy 38 yo male straight. So what I thought would make things scary was to make up some fliers to drop off where I knew some gay guy’s hung out. I live in the country there are lots of woods around my home so I thought the flier should say “6'4 athletic male to be self bound and ring gagged completly helpless and blind folded at 2p.m tomorrow by the big pond on the west trail”. I dropped these at 12 diffrent places, easily seen, first thing in the morning 6 a.m a lot of hours for them to be read and re-read and passed on. Or perhaps no-one would see them I guess I was going to find out. ...

Too Bold, Too Brave, Too Stupid 2

continued from part one Part Two Well as i was left by Mike and Vern bent over a tree branch strictly bound bent at the waist ring gagged with an inflatable plug holding in what there was of Verns mess while a butt plug held in Mike’s all natural lube, this is how we will pick up from, if your lost please read part one. I heard them walking away, the fun in the situation was gone i wanted out though no matter my struggles nothing would break i was going to play this till the end no matter what, i was a slave no longer selfbound and only in my mind Dominated but honest to god stuck, taken over and worst of all taken with written consent.. What have i done ?? ...

A Nightmare Turned Dream Turned Nightmare

It was supposed to be just a long quiet weekend. All my roommates went out of town for the extended weekend and I had the place all to myself. But, it went from a weekend of relaxation to a nightmare where I now find myself dressed like a French maid and tied to a table in the living room. It started when a couple of crooks woke me up one night. One was pointing a gun at me, telling me to remain quiet, while the other was going through my closet. He pulled out my digital cameras and then my trunk. I just froze with fear as he opened up the trunk and began to laugh. What he found was my stash of bondage gear and clothing such as skirts, heels, and female costumes. “Looks like that we have a sissy fag who likes to be tied up here.” ...

Beginnings

I arrive at Master’s home, and his roommate leads me in. I’m taken directly down to the dungeon where I’m directed to strip off, I’m given a buzz cut and all body hair is shaved short with the clippers. I’m led up to the bathroom where I’m placed in the shower, and I’m scrubbed down and given a thorough coating of Nair all over, including my face. Once the shower is done and all trace of hair, except the very top of my head is gone, I’m given a couple enemas to clean me out. Once I’m done and dried off, a cock ring is placed on me, a Texas catheter is attached, and then I begin donning my latex undergarments. Already lubed, I slip into Hip high leggings, t-shirt, sheath shorts with an opening for the catheter tube, arm length gloves and then a full body wetsuit was placed on me over the latex. It had a hole for the cock sheath, which was placed thru it and zipped up tight. Foam earplugs were placed in my ears and then I had a latex hood placed over my head with open eyes, nose and mouth, and the neck portion placed under the wetsuit neck. I then had a pair of latex chastity shorts placed on me over the wetsuit and a notch was in the flap for the catheter tube to come thru and was locked on with several locks, and a pair of neoprene boots with semi-hard soles were then placed on my feet. A full body harness with built in collar was then placed on me and all buckles locked closed. A pair of rubber fist mitts were then placed on my hands and then padded leather ones locked on over those. A scuba like mouthpiece was brought over with a tube coming out. It was placed in my mouth and a padded muzzle brought around my head locking it in place, with just the tube hanging out. Its locked in place and a leather hood is placed over that. All you can see are a pair of eyes way inside and a tube out of the mouth and a couple nostril holes. I am then led to the Bondage Chair where I am strapped down with many straps and left for several hours with just the sounds of the TV in the next room to keep me company. Several hours later someone placing a blindfold over my eyes awakens me. I must have dosed off. And then I hear the voice of my Master for the first time today… “Hello pup… glad you finally made it! I see you’ve been prepared. I’m going to release you as soon as I place the kneepads on you and a couple straps to make sure you stay on all 4’s. The rest of today, you will be a pup, kept on a chain and on the floor… things will be better tomorrow.” And I was like a puppy, but with the blindfold on, hard to see what was going on around me, but was kept firmly in one area by the chain. After several hours of being petted and lying on the floor, I feel a different chain locked on my collar and I’m led by leash to the dungeon where I am locked inside and told goodnight. I quickly fall asleep… I awake to the sound of my cage being unlocked and the door opening. I’m pulled out and stood up and moved to a chair. I’m sat down and told to get ready to drink. Soon a Slimfast or Ensure or something similar is coming in my mouth tube, I greedily swallow it. And it’s washed down with some nice cold water. I’m then led over to one side and I feel shrink-wrap being wrapped around me. Over and over my body it goes, up and down everywhere! Then my arms are placed at my sides and my legs together and more layers from head to toe are wrapped on! Then I am wrapped from head to toe with PVC tape. Only the open nostril holes, mouth tube and catheter tube are seen. I’m then placed in a mummy style sleeping bag, which is closed around me and straps holding it closed around me and then down to the bondage bed in the dungeon. “You will be here for the day until I get things ready for you. I’ve placed an Air Conditioner in the dungeon window so the air will be nice and cool so you don’t overheat. And I placed a pair of headphones over your ears so you can hear some MP3s over them. You won’t get bored.” I’m kept there that way until that night when I am let out of the bag, and stood up, placed against a dolly and taped to that. I’m given more energy drinks and water and taken out to Master’s Van. We ride somewhere and I’m wheeled inside what turns out to have been a Fetish Bar and placed against a wall and in full view of everyone. I can feel many people rubbing their hands everywhere on my body until several hours later, I’m wheeled back to the van, and we ride home, and taken back to the dungeon. That night I am placed back in my cage, after being taken off the dolly, given something to drink, the door locked and asleep for the night. I awake and soon Master and his roommate are coming down the stairs. I am taken out of the cage, given my liquid meal and Gatorade, both sets of mitts are taken off, and I am told to stretch my hands and fingers, which were cramped and hard to stretch. Soon, 2 long heavy leather bundles are brought over, they encase my lower arms and enclose my hands, but allow me to open and close my hands as I wish, but are held inside the thick leather gauntlet. They are strapped and locked on, my arms brought back to my sides and I am placed inside a large plastic bag, from the neck down, with several layers of saran over that and numerous layers of tape, with only my catheter tube coming out. The headphones (nice ones with lots of padding are placed on my head) and soon my head is also encased inside a bag, with only my mouth, nose tubes and headphone cord poking thru and then layered with saran and duct tape. I am now a long silver worm with tubes coming out from all anyone can see from the outside. Apparently the headphones are plugged in somewhere because I hear a voice. It’s my Masters! “You are now ready for the next part of your encasement. We will be wrapping you in over 5000 ft of plaster bandages. Once that’s done and they’ve cured and set, we will see about the next phase.” The NEXT phase??? Soon I am being wrapped and wrapped under several layers of plaster bandages from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet… I have absolutely no movement other than opening and closing my fingers inside its gauntlet. After an unknown amount of time, the earphones announce that its nighttime and they are going to bed, but to think about what’s next. I awake to feeling myself being moved. I can tell I’m being carried somewhere. I am laid down and can tell my tubes are being maneuvered in some fashion. Then I feel and almost hear something. It’s like a heavy liquid sound… “Well pup. You will be spending 30 days fully encased. Maybe longer. You’ve been placed inside a wooden crate and we’re filling it with plaster. We will screw the lid on, and the crate is inside a small concrete block enclosure against the back wall of the dungeon. We will then set some of those large patio pavers over top, with some grout between then to seal it down and make it look like it was made to be a bench of some kind for people to sit on. We’re planning on having several dungeon parties here over that 30 days and you’ll be here for everyone, in your own limited way! We’ll provide you with some voices, music, radio and so on thru the headphones and of course your food, water and piss needs are being handled by the tubes… have fun for your stay!” The headphones click off, but I can hear just loud enough to listen a local talk radio station…. And I’m left to live out the next 30 days… Heavily encased in latex, saran, duct tape and plaster as a sitting bench in my Masters Basement!

Christmas Vacation

Part 1 The last few months had been nothing but work work work and it was exciting to have some rest and relaxation to look forward to again. It was Christmas Eve and two… Good friends were coming over to visit from out of state to stay the long holiday weekend with me. I’d promised them both a look at my rather extensive collection of bondage toys, the idea of which was almost as exciting for me as it was for my guests, as it had been quite some time since I’d really had a chance to play with even the simplest toys. ...

Christmas Vacation 2

Part 5 It was hard to do much more than just hang there. After a while the boredom got to me and even I dozed off for what I imagined was a short time. When I woke it was because something had changed, I felt odd for a moment and squirmed before I realized what it was that seemed different. My eyes glanced down, following to where each of the two boys had been resting, neither was there, in fact, neither was even in sight. I was panting, which, generally speaking, is not the way I find myself waking. I shifted and rocked myself, though not much really in any direction, as I found that my options were quite limited by the hold that someone who was behind me and out of my range of vision had on the stretcher that was still attached to my balls. I held still and listened, then decided that it was Eric by the timber of his quiet noises of satisfaction that he was making. His hold was tight and I realized that any attempt at serious movement and I would be feeling major discomfort. At least that occurred to me before I had to learn it the hard way. The source of my body’s heightened sense of alertness and the panting I woke up to became more familiar as my head cleared and I started to think straight again. I started mnfing and groaning in to the gag that still held my mouth wide around it, muffling every noise and rendering me unable to speak clearly. I had noticed and was still somewhat assimilating that the hoist had lowered me; I was much closer to the bed, though far from actually resting on it, set at an easy height so that Eric could practice his oral skills. From what I could gather, he was lying on his back and had lowered me to where he could easily grab my legs and rock me to move my cock in and out of his mouth, sort of an oral fascination without the work. I grunted and groaned the feeling that woke me rising again and it all became clear. I had woken up right on the edge of orgasm Eric had been skillfully bringing me close and then backing me off carefully so I didn’t quite reach climax. I whimpered and tried to buck in my bonds a bit, a sure sign that this time I was truly awake. This drew, of course, a sharp tug from the stretcher that calmed my movements right back down. In he back of my mind I was wondering exactly how many times he had done this without waking me, but the rest of my brain was screaming for release, as was I, muffled behind the gag. He pulled back, actually, I realized, I did, the hoist lifting me up and away from Eric’s mouth rapidly. Once I was high enough, I could see him lying there on his back, the bright yellow remote for the hoist in his hand. He smiled and gave me a little wave with his other hand, to which I grunted and squirmed, a drip of precum stretching out towards the bed from the tip of my glans. He seemed to listen at my muffled protests and shook his head, “No, if Andy finds out you’ve cum, he won’t let you do it again for days as punishment.” His look turned worrisomely mischievous and fast as I went up, the hoist lowered me back down, settling me in the same position as before, rocking at the gentle tugs of Eric’s arms and being pushed further and further toward the edge of orgasm. My eyes widened and I started to struggle firmly when I realized exactly what was on Eric’s mind now. He was going to make me cum and then who knows what kind of trouble Andy would cook up for me! Resisting from this strenuous a position is no easy task, that’s for certain. All my fighting did was rock me a little faster than Eric had intended, this didn’t do anything to slow me down and it hardly seemed two more seconds before my will to hold back any longer was broken, though I know it must have been longer; Eric was very skilled with his mouth and took great pleasure from drawing things out for as long as it suited his fancy. It was as if every slip of his soft, wet lips sliding along my erection was being etched in to my mind. The seconds stretched out and felt as if each one was an hour of ecstatic torture. Ever swipe of his saliva and precum coated tongue sent shivers up my spine and thrills through my legs, which twitched instinctively in response. Were I only free I’m certain I would have been holding that blond haired boy down and fucking his face like there was no tomorrow, though I could hardly do more now than make myself rock slightly. Just as I was on the very tip of my orgasm, on the very edge, past the point of no return, Eric pushed the button and the hoist lifted slightly, just enough that instead of his warm mouth massaging me and drawing out my orgasm, my cock, jerking with spurt after spurt was landing practically every drop across the blond boy’s face. Of course this accuracy and the follow-up stimulation were no product of chance, all the while I was hanging above him Eric had one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing, stroking and making sure my aim was spot on. I groaned and moaned, twitching in the strong bonds while Eric let out a little half-submissive, half satisfied little whimpery sound. When I finished he lifted me back up as far as the hoist would take me and then left for the bathroom to get cleaned up. Eventually he returned with a damp cloth and cleaned me off as well, doing his best to eliminate any evidence of what happened. He lowered me again, this time right over him lying on his back. His arms and legs moved apart, and then hooked over mine to hug me close in the most awkwardly supportive aftercare hug I had ever experienced. After a while of this snuggling, he slipped out from under me and lowered me to the bed, undoing the harness and cuffs and laying my exhausted form out for more gentle massage. Nearly asleep and in a somewhat trancelike state I recalled him whispering in to my ear that if I was a good boy he wouldn’t tell Andy what I’d done. I could only sort of nod in agreement before I passed out from the sheer exhaustion of the day’s events. ...

Guys Next Door

I’ve been into bondage for many years, mostly frustratingly so, with no partner because I was afraid of the rejection if I mentioned that I would like to be tied up or tie up someone. My wife refused to participate the one time I dare ask her. One more thing, the couple next door are gay guys. I am not, but . . . . Alone for a week with my wife on a separate vacation to her mother’s home across the country, and the kids working for the summer at the beach, I decided to have some fun with self-bondage as I had before marriage. Yup, I remembered most of the techniques, as few as I had developed. ...

Special Delivery 9: Rubberman's Further Education

continued from part 8 Chapter 9: Rubberman’s Further Education She kept him in the suit for the next three days! The days took on a pattern. She worked him in the garden, digging, and pruning and generally doing any manual labour she could find for him. The chains never came off and the suit remained on him. She fed him twice every day, as he knelt in front of her. To weaken his defences and to continue with his humiliation she continued with the laxatives and every day the bags would fill up and be a further burden on him as he worked in the garden. She changed his inhalation casket every few hours and to spice it up she would place her own sodden panties or one of her masks inside. The doughnuts stayed sealed up against his sphincter and the catheter was changed daily. ...

Mommy's Surprise

Johnnie had been excited by rubber ever since he could remember. He had been raised by a mother that kept him in rubber pants and rubber sheets when he was an infant. He had learned to welcome the warm slippery feel of rubber as a comfort when sleeping in his crib. His mother also had draped a rubber sheet over her shoulder and lap to protect her clothes while nursing him, and his infant mind soon learned that the feel of rubber was the satisfaction of his need for love and nourishment. ...

My First Time Tied

My First Time Tied by Mike Thomas My First Time Tied by Mike Thomas This is the true accounting of the very first time I was tied up. First, some background leading up to the incident. The summer of ‘68 was one of those hot, humid ones that everyone hates. The kind where the temperature & the humidity race each other to see which can get higher. I’m a 16 year old male, with a secret I couldn’t tell anyone. I LOVED to wear women’s underwear. Especially Panties & Slips (half or Full). The feel of the nylon against my skin just sent me into heaven. I was able to hide this fairly well, occasionally wearing panties to school & sleeping in slips. My parents decided to go on a driving vacation to Virginia & Florida, taking my younger brother with them. I elected to stay…. mainly because I could wear my “special” clothes all day long. They left on Sat & the trouble began on Tuesday night. It was sweltering that night, but I still wore my favorite panty & slip. Sometime during the night I was awakened by a noise. (I figure it was around 2/3 am) I wasn’t sure I had actually heard anything since I was partially asleep, so I laid there listening for it again. I didn’t hear anything so I figured it must have come from outside (maybe a car door or something). Since I had to pee anyway I got up to go to the bathroom. I leave my room & turn towards the bathroom, I take a few steps when I’m shoved up against a wall from behind. Two males had a hold of me & were telling to to be quiet (at least I think they were - I was so scared I pretty much blanked out anything they said - I’m sure they made comments about my garb - who wouldn’t?) They said I wouldn’t be hurt & to come with them. (from this point on I’ll refer to them as #1 & #2) #1 held my arms tightly while #2 tied one of my mothers scarves into my mouth so tight that the corners of my mouth hurt. They then each took one arm & led me down the stairs to the first floor. I pleaded with them not to hurt me & I guess I got a little too loud because #1 punched me in the stomach. Not too hard but enough to knock the wind out of me. I didn’t resist much after that. They took me down into the cellar. The main cellar light was on. That’s when I realized how they got in. I hadn’t closed the cellar windows (I forgot all week long). One window is above the stairs & the other is on the opposite side, on the neighbors driveway. I quickly looked at that window & that’s when I decided it wouldn’t be so bad. As long as these guys didn’t hurt me I’d be ok. (My neighbor parks his car at the window & he leaves for work early. I’ll just wait for him then yell up & he’ll rescue me.) In the few seconds these thoughts went through my head, the burglars took me to the middle of the cellar where a kitchen chair was all ready for me. They sat me down & proceeded to tie me up. Or, should I say tape me up since that’s what they used. #1 taped my legs to the chair legs & #2 taped my wrist together behind the chair. #2 then taped my body & arms to the chair back & # 1 did the same to my thighs. As they were doing this # 2 was asking me where the money & any valuables were. I told me (as best I could gagged) that there’s only a few hundred $$ in the house & where they would find them. I’d have told them anything they wanted to hear. When they were finished taping me up they use another scarf to blindfold me. I don’t know why since they were wearing stocking masks. I heard them speaking to each other softly. Then # 2 leans in from behind me & says “You’ve been very helpful. Now there’s one more thing I need you to do”. I was about to ask what he wanted but all I got out was “What”. As soon as my mouth opened he started cramming a large piece of cloth into my mouth. The cleave gag prevented it from going in to far but it did make my mouth open quite a bit. (causing more pain to the corners) When it was in as far as it would go #1 slapped a piece of tape over it. Then # 2 started wrapping more tape around my head. I then heard one of them go & close the 2 windows. My heart sunk. Freedom escaped me. #2 went upstairs & #1 pinched me hard. #2 then came back & said that he could hardly hear anything. They then left me & went upstairs (after turning out the lights). I immediately started working to get loose but I couldn’t get any leverage to fight the tape. I thought I’d try to loosen the gag by pushing on the wadding against the tape. it was then I made a discovery. My tongue came upon something I recognized & when I did I almost retched. It touched elastic, the elastic I’d come to love so well. That means I was gagged with panties. Not only that, but they had to be from the dirty laundry basket not more than 8 feet from me. (I was supposed to do the laundry Sun but I didn’t feel like it) This meant they were my Mothers dirty panties!! I couldn’t believe it. Knowing my mother, I knew they were very dirty. It took all I could muster not to vomit. After a while the guys came down to check up on me & told me they were leaving. I continued to fight the tape but to no avail. Finally I decided to just wait it out. After what seemed an eon I heard my neighbor leave his house. I screamed into my gag as hard as I could. But he didn’t hear me. My last hope drove off & left me. Now I was really scared, how the hell was I going to get free?? I had mental pictures of myself dying down there from dehydration or something. It was hot as hell & I was sweating like a pig. The gag naturally made me thirsty & I had wet myself twice already I was running out of liquids. The worse part was not being able to see anything. During the course of the day people were within feet of meet & didn’t hear me yelling. The wife of my neighbor came out several times & the paperboy & mailman dropped by. it was very frustrating. My only hope would be if a neighbor came over to check on me & if the door wasn’t locked (it was). I blacked out several times, from the heat probably. Man, you’d think with all the sweating I did it would loosen the tape somewhere. They used good quality duct tape. Finally, something dawned on me. There used to be an old knife down here. It came with the house & is never used (as far as I know) but it should be here. I believe it is on the shelving by the stairs. Unfortunately, the chair had moved a bit during my struggles & I’m not sure which way I facing. I start moving the chair backwards a little at a time, I could only move maybe 2 inches at a try. I finally hit something & realize I’m going in the wrong direction . At least now I knew where I was & very slowly & very hard I was able to move the chair the right way. By now my arms where numb so I knew I had to be very careful not to drop the knife when I found it. Finally, I reached the shelves & found the knife. I didn’t know how I was going to work this, but I decided to slip the handle thru the chair back sliding it under my ass. When I was sure it was going to stay put I tried to slice the tape on my wrists. It was very dull but eventually it did cut the tape enough so I could rip the rest. My hands were pretty useless for awhile, I had to wait for the pins & needles to stop. (Good thing I was gagged). I then started to work on my upper body, my thighs & finally my legs. I couldn’t move right away. I sat there, weak from the experience. I tried to remove the gag, but it stuck to much to my hair. I went over to the tub basin & but my head under the faucet. God, it that feel good!! After a few minutes I was able to peal away the tape without loosing too much hair. I pulled out the panties, but I couldn’t untie the scarf. It had been tied to tight too long. So I went upstairs with it still on. I found some scissors & cut it off. I looked at the clock & it was almost 9:00 PM! I’d been tied up for almost 18 hours. That is my story. Needless to say, I NEVER forgot to close & lock the windows again. The men where never caught (as far as I know). I’m just grateful they didn’t hurt me. THE END

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