You Can't have Just the B in BDSM (STORY)

(Disclaimer: All participants in this story were over the age of 18 and consenting to all activities and play that takes place.)

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.

The vehicle soon started, and I felt the movement of the car as it pulled away, the journey was far longer than I thought it would be, after all, I knew where they should be taking me, but for some reason, it seemed to take much longer and I wondered again if I was really being kidnapped by someone else. We agreed on some sort of farm or ranch my dom owned. I did some GPS investigating to look at travel time but it still felt much longer than what I remembered seeing. The vehicle seemed to take many twists and turns and even stopped at one point for fuel, as I could hear the sounds of the gas being placed into the tank from inside the trunk. The journey continued on and not long after the vehicle stopped again, I then heard the occupants leave the car, the doors slamming shut and footsteps moving away from the car. Now I was left alone in the trunk, bound inside a sack; the ropes had been biting into my skin, bound extra tightly it seemed to me, the gag causing me to drool out of the corner of my mouth. I wriggled about inside the sack to see what movement I had available to me, but I found that I was securely bound and would not be able to get myself free. I was loving the way I was being treated, this fulfilled my kidnap fantasy, and I felt the moisture building down below as I tried to get myself some pleasure from the situation I found myself in.

Soon I heard the footsteps returning, again no voices could be heard, and then the trunk was opened, hands reached in and grabbed hold of my bound and bagged body, I was then hoisted up onto the shoulder of my kidnapper and I was carried a short distance into a building, the sounds of the day becoming less as we entered. I was carried further into the house and then down some stairs, the room felt cooler than the rest of the house, and soon I was again dropped, this time my fall was broken by what I assumed to be a mattress judging by the soft springiness as I landed, again the wind was somewhat knocked out of me, slightly stunned from the fall I lay there trying to catch my breath and trying to ignore the slight pain in my shoulder from the fall I had just experienced. Now it seemed that I was in the kidnapper’s hideout, I was their bound captive and soon I would find out why they had abducted me, and what they had planned to do with me.

I was left still bound in the sack for a short time alone in the basement, and eventually the quiet was interrupted when I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, but no words were spoken between my abductors, but they seemed to know what they wanted to do to me. I was again stood up and the sack was untied and dropped around my ankles, though the cloth that covered my eyes remained in place so that I couldn’t see who my abductors were, and also the gag stopped me from communicating with them, I could only grunt at them as they played with my body again. Then after they had satisfied themselves tormenting me, my arms were held as the ropes binding my elbows was untied, this was followed by the rope binding my wrists, though any thought of being able to get myself free was quickly dispelled as my wrists were again bound with more rope, this time in front, the tight course rope binding them securely, I wondered why they were doing this but I soon found out as more rope was lashed around my wrists and my arms were pulled above my head, undoubtedly tied off to some beam above me as I’d seen in several bondage images.

Now bound and stretched slightly by the rope holding my arms, there was nothing I could do to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to me. I felt my shirt being cut and then ripped off of my body; Luckily I didn’t like that shirt as it would no longer be able to be worn by me as it was now torn into several pieces and laying on the floor by my feet. I'm just glad I didn’t wear a bra too. I was now half naked, my legs the only part still covered, the chill of the basement causing goosebumps to form on my flesh, my nipples already erect from my arousal became larger with the cold air. My knees were then untied and this was followed by the ropes binding my ankles, but I was not free from the bight of the ropes for long, soon more rope lashed them and my feet were spread wide apart, the pull on the ropes holding my wrists became more painful as I could not support my body with my feet, and I wondered if they would ease some of the ropes for me to be more comfortable. But that wasn’t about to happen, I was their bound captive now and I was theirs for the taking.

Satisfied that I was now bound and unable to get free, the two abductors then started to run their hands over my naked upper body, pulling at my breasts, squeezing my nipples causing a sharp pain through my body, and also exploring my other more sensitive areas, their hands were rough, and they treated me like nothing more than their plaything, I was here for their pleasure and not my own, though I was somehow still having fun. Whilst one pair of hands continued to abuse my breasts, the other pair had now moved behind me and had begun spanking my rear, I grunted into my gag with each strike, the pain was initially a surprise and something that I wasn’t expecting, and as the spanking continued I began to feel a warmth emanating from my lower regions that I got progressively more embarrassed about. The other pair of hands moved down from my breasts to explore my armpits and thighs. The tingle caused me to jolt and try to resist. 

I couldn’t concentrate on the hands all around me, each slap of my ass bringing me back to reality. This wasn’t that bad to me, my abused body being taken roughly by two men who had kidnapped me and now held me captive, I was nothing more than their plaything, the exquisite thought of what was happening to me turning me on. They continued to push me to my sexual limit but decided I was to be denied any climax of my own. I protested how much I wanted to climax from all the groping, but it didn't come out clearly through my gag.

The two of them withdrew from my body, and they left me still bound with my hands hanging above me and my legs tied in a frogtie on the mattress beneath me. The ropes binding me slightly bit into my wrists, the gag seemed now to have become tighter and was causing pain at the corners of my mouth pressing into the soft flesh there, the cloth over my eyes was very effective in cutting out any light. I hung there limp, my body recovering from the abuse it had just received. I began listening to see if they were still there with me, but I could not hear them, maybe they had left me now that they had used me for their pleasure, it was silent in the basement, the only sound was my breathing. They had left me bound there whilst they recovered, each taking a seat to watch my half-naked body hanging there, the sweat glistening on my flesh, they watched as I tried to hear if they were still in the room, each indicating to the other to remain quiet.

The silence was broken when I heard and then felt the slap of something against my rear, already stinging from the previous hand spanking, now it seemed that they were using something harder against my tender flesh. One of the guys had picked up a leather paddle and began using it on me, whilst the other commenced to use a crop on my breasts, the pain was intense as they continued to abuse my bound body, my rear becoming even redder with the slaps from the paddle and my breasts now joining in with the same color scheme going from pink to red to match. They alternated their hits so I didn’t know what was coming next, the pain racking through my bound body with each strike. They didn’t continue this treatment for long, they were getting too turned on from abusing me. Thank God I was getting paid 1000$ for this.

After another short break, they began to untie my ankles and legs, then they released the rope holding my wrists above my head, my arms dropping down and I collapse into the arms of one of my kidnappers, I was weak from the treatment that I had received, and there was no way that I could put up a struggle against them, and still with the cloth over my eyes I couldn’t see to get free anyway. I was roughly dropped onto the mattress on the floor, the smell from it told me that it was actually new or clean. I then felt my wrists being pulled above my head and the rope fastened to some point out of my reach, then more rope was fastened around my ankles, pulling them apart again and the ropes again holding me spread-eagle, there was nothing I could do to stop them, not that I wanted to.

Once they were satisfied that I was bound and would be unable to get myself free they left me, I heard their footsteps as they ascended the stairs, I was being left down there blindfolded, bound and gagged. The final sounds of the door closing sealing me inside the basement, no further sound could be heard, and I knew that deep inside that I was now alone, the sound of a light switch the final piece, and now I was left in the dark basement, alone and their captive for the amount of time they had decided to keep me here. I could feel the places where they had struck my body with the crop and paddle, the stinging pain telling me that my body had been thoroughly abused by them.

I must have drifted off to sleep because I was roughly woken when I felt someone start to fondle my boobs again, taking his time to enjoy using me. I could only lay there as the ropes binding me held me down and made me vulnerable to him. I didn’t know which one of them it was, the cloth over my eyes made me unable to see my current abuser. I was only here for their pleasure and they would be taking it in turns coming down and touching me, each man making sure that I wouldn’t have my own climax, I was to be denied any finish, and they stopped each time that they thought I was close. He left the basement, the light was again turned off and I was left alone. Not long after another set of footsteps came down, and again I was touched and denied my own sexual finish.

This happened a couple of times, and each time I wondered who it was that was using me. I didn’t know as there were no words spoken, the only sound was their breathing and my gagged grunting.I also wondered if there were more than two of them, maybe they had brought other men here to use me. I knew that was against the site rules so they wouldn't risk it, but then again, I couldn't see. The thought brought me close to orgasm several times, only to be denied my finish by the man touching me as they realized that I was close to cumming. Not that I could stop them, nor wanted to, I was theirs to do with as they wish, and if that wish was to let others use me, then there was nothing I could do. My only instructions to my dom were that once bound, gagged and kept prisoner and that I would remain that way. He said  I would be kept bound and fondled by him with no regard to my own desires. He wanted me to be treated as nothing more than his captive, and that was what he was giving me. I would not, nor could not stop them now, they were to ignore any pleas for mercy or to stop, unless the safeword was signaled or spoken.

Finally, I managed to drift off to sleep, still bound and half-naked, the mattress holding my body off of the cold floor. They had left me alone the rest of the night; both men were now worn out. After a hearty breakfast, of which I got none, (why bother feeding the captive when at the end of their fun, I would be discarded and disposed of?) They soon joined me back in the basement. A rope was placed around my neck and tightened, then my ankles were untied, and I was able to close my sore legs for the first time. I then felt something cold placed around my ankles and realized that these were possibly leather cuffs. The same thing happened with my wrists; the leather was much more comfortable than the rough, coarse ropes that they had previously used to bind me. Not that I would feel too comfortable for long, I was forcibly pulled up off of the mattress and led by the rope around my neck to another part of the basement. Hands grabbed me and forced me to bend forwards; then I felt the rough surface that I was to be fastened on to, the coldness of the bench that I was pressed up against causing more goosebumps all over my body. The cuffs on my wrists were attached somehow to the legs of the bench, and my ankles soon followed, I was now bound to the bench face down. Ropes were again used to bind my body, this time tightly to the bench holding me in place, and I could not move from this spot.

It again fell silent in the basement, and I wondered if they had left me on my own again. I didn’t have to wonder for long as the sting of the first slap as the paddle hit my abused rear, taking the time between each strike, I was unsure as to when the next would hit. All the while that this was happening hands reached for my bare breasts, pulling and slapping them, causing more pain, tormenting me. Then I felt something cold closing around my nipple and felt the sharp pain as each clamp was applied and closed tightly around both nipples. The spanking with the paddle continued unabated whilst this was happening, I felt pain from two parts of my body at the same time. Then the cloth that covered my eyes was lifted slightly, the ballgag was removed but before I could cry out to stop them another gag was roughly forced in place, the long penis gag with a panel was pushed in, the straps of the gag again pulled tight forcing the gag further into my mouth.

They again switched places and used me again for their pleasure, and again I was denied my own, as they left me bound there on the bench, I felt used and abused, humiliated by my two kidnappers, they were taking great delight and pleasure in abusing my bound body. The day progressed and they came down to use me again, beating me with the crop and also the paddle, but thoroughly satisfied that they had done to me what I had asked of them, my submissive side revelling in the fact that I had been used by them this way. I was then removed from the bench and again suspended, and then left me hanging there for some time while they sat upstairs eating their dinner. It was only afterwards that they later re-tied me back down to the mattress and left me alone for the night.

The next morning I was untied and dragged to my feet, once again they moved me, this time they made me walk up the stairs and out of the basement, the crop hitting me if I stopped for too long. Upstairs the house felt warmer than the basement and I was led into another room, I still could not see as the cloth still covered my eyes. My wrists were fastened above me and the rope pulled until my feet left the floor, the leather cuffs biting into my skin but better than when they used the coarse rope to suspend me, again my ankles were spread out and the ropes tied off so that my feet were held in the air. Now bound and suspended they took photos of me tied the way I was, indeed they had taken photos and some videos of the way they had used me the entire time I was their captive. My new suspended position caused pain in all of my joints, I was truly just a sex slave to them, and I loved the fact that they were treating me this way, this was what I had wanted, with no consideration given to me, I was their plaything, a sex toy to use and abuse. Soon I felt the first sting of the paddle as it struck my rear, this caused more pain than before and the weights attached to my nipples began to swing like a pendulum causing them to stretch and send more sharp pains through my abused body. The crop soon joined in and the slaps from it landed in between my thighs, the soft inner flesh there now experiencing the exquisite pain that I so wanted, with the pain from my abused breasts and the continued onslaught on my rear, the first strikes of my sore and well-used sex sent me over the edge into a wonderful, long deserved climax, the likes of which I had never felt before.

The fact that I had cum whilst the guys were abusing me shocked them, and they both stopped what they were doing to me, my body was shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, they thought that I was injured in some way or maybe having some sort of fit, and it was only after they heard my screams for them to continue the onslaught that they finally caught on and restarted their ministrations on my body. Once I had slumped into my suspension bondage, they stopped what they were doing and helped me down, laying me on the floor as I recovered. The intensity of my orgasm overwhelmed me, I had blacked out from the force of it within my body.

I remember waking up in a bed inside the house. It was still the same day, just a couple of minutes had passed. I was still in the clothes I had worn when I climaxed in the barn. I had never done real BDSM before. I’ll admit, I didn’t really like the pain as much as I thought I did. In retrospect, I regretted letting them abuse me too much, because I have never felt soreness and pain like that in my life the day after. When I sat up, I immediately went to the bathroom and changed into some new clothes in my bag which happened to be in the room with me. I got back into bed and just laid there. I was satisfied, but also kinda upset. Was it because of the extra guy? The intense pain? I decided to review our contract and it turns out he did list a second person with a signature. Wish I’d been informed of that but maybe I didn't read the contract as well as I thought. I had rope marks all over me and the redness of my ass and boobs had calmed down. I noticed a note laid next to me with a bell on top. The note told me that I could ring it for anything I may need from the two men. I rang it and within seconds the main dom came in and asked what I needed. I asked for food and he brought me a grilled cheese and tomato soup in bed.

Apparently they kinda felt bad about how they treated me, despite my consent. They think they have taken it too far. I told them to maybe have been more gentle with me but they didn’t do anything that was unexpected in the contract. I was aware he wanted to inflict pain and discomfort, I just didn't know how much. I told them I’d try to rest and get back into the mood by that evening, but ended up crashing and sleeping for 13 hours. I woke up in the early morning and sat on the porch in a rocking chair. It was a cute little farm or ranch he had. When it was time to go, I asked the men to be more careful in the future and that we could do this again with maybe a few changes. They took me home and I think I stayed stuck to my bed and couch for the remainder of my weekend.