Kidnapped with Forced Sex StoriesMy Mistress was tired of my constant escapes. It had already happened too many times that while she was asleep I took the opportunity to sneak away. This time she had decided to stop me, but I still didn't know this when I reached her.
So after a quiet evening, in which my only commitment had been to massage her feet to relax her from the working day, she let me into her room with the bag of ties.
I was dressed in the feminine clothes I usually wear when I am with her: a tight constricting sheath with hooks, fine black stockings, black patent leather shoes with 7 cm stiletto heels, stretch tube skirt up to the knees, satin blouse .
She ordered me to undress, so I took everything off while she examined me and made judgments about my choice of clothes, until I was completely naked. She made me stand up and stand in front of her. He was the first to take an old scarf, rolled it up into a ball of about 6-7 cm in diameter and smacked it into my mouth by pressing with two fingers until it disappeared behind the lips, which remained half open due to the size of the ball.
Between them he passed a long and narrow scarf, which he knotted with force behind his neck, forcing the ball even further into the back of his mouth; not content, she placed a short leather strap on it, shaped with indentations at the corners of the lips to fit between the teeth, and pulled the buckle until she heard my groan of pain, but then gave a further tear to pull it back. one more hole!
At which the moan became a howl, while my eye ran away from the large mirror in front of me, in which I saw my face deformed by all those constrictions.
“You like looking in the mirror, huh? "
I nodded as she picked up a gray canvas strap with a self-tightening buckle, a couple of meters long, which she had never used before. He unwrapped the fingerless knobs, of black fabric, with laces, made to imprison
the hands. I was happy because from the way things were going I figured he wanted to block my escape with escape-proof ties. With those knobs the use of fingers is completely excluded, if he had put them on me I would have been really at his mercy.
The fact that he wasn't using them made me hope that I had some chance of escape. Instead, he tightened the belt at my waist and fixed it, pulling it with such force that the expression of someone making a great physical effort appears on her face; considering his musculature you can then imagine the tension he was giving to the belt. In fact, I noticed it from the sense of suffocation given by the pressure, and from the groove dug in the flesh of the hips, which I could see in the mirror.
The free end of the belt, almost a meter long, carried it behind, tying it in the middle of the back with many knots to make it difficult to untie. Then he took a green fabric tie, folded it in two, wrapped one end of it in a noose around one wrist, and started to join the other one behind my back as well. Then he changed his mind:
"I don't like it," he said, crossing them in front of me instead.
Strange, I thought, he should know that this is easier to break free, first because you can see how and where the knots are, then because you can always use your teeth, and finally because it's still easier to move with your hands in front than behind. But I had done the math without the host. He tightened the bonds in an unprecedented way, causing me a dull pain after a few seconds, I saw the fabric penetrate for several millimeters into the wrist, around which, as you know, there is no flab but only bones.
He wrapped each wrist and then, with a tried and tested method, tightened the rope on itself between one wrist and the other, thus causing the effect of a further tightening, although now almost impossible.
I looked at the Mistress with a pleading expression, to make her understand that I could not bear this pressure for long, I would have lost the use of my hands, but from her mocking reply I understood that she would have no mercy.
Moreover, in a previous letter I had made the mistake of expressing an unflattering opinion of mine about her, namely that she was losing her verve as a mistress a bit, and this had made her terribly pissed off. That is why of that unprecedented tension around my wrists, which were undergoing his righteous wrath.
When a little more than a meter of rope remained, he passed it around the belt at the waist, in the middle of the belly; it was not easy because there was no play between the belt and the flesh but I tried to facilitate my Mistress by holding my breath and squeezing my belly: I only managed to gain a couple of millimeters, so much was my constriction. It was just enough to let the rope pass and it was tightened violently sending the wrists to collide with the body and locking the arms in an unnatural position, slightly bent upwards, with the elbows out. In fact, the length of the arms would normally lead the wrists to cross at the height of the genitals.
But she surely wanted to prevent me from touching them and getting any enjoyment from my position. Luckily he didn't think of tying my wrists to my genitals, another way to discourage any movement under penalty of self-castration. Better his system, I thought relieved !!!
The end of those ties was also brought behind the back, in a central position, and the reason was verbally confirmed to me by the Mistress:
“Now I want to see how you get to the knots! “
My wrists were already throbbing and starting to become numb, after less than a minute, how could I hold it? I should have done it anyway, that was certain. She looked at me smiling with the air of one who thinks
“and now free yourself if you are able !!! "
I saw her take a heavy black cloth hood that I had built myself: a terrible tool of constriction to endure, for those who were not like me already highly trained. it is sewn to perfectly fit the face, with a triangle to hold the nose, under which there are two holes for breathing.
The interior is lined, in red fabric, and at the height of the ears it has two bulges filled with wadding to also isolate from noise, making the wearer even more helpless.
The closure at the back of the neck resembles a corset, with eyelets and laces to tighten it, which my Mistress immediately started to do after she put it on me. I felt the fabric adhere tightly to my face, and the pressure against the mouth already battered by the gag made it even more unbearable. The air that passed through the holes became the only source of life, since it could no longer filter from the mouth.
The nose itself, also narrow, began to fill with mucus in one nostril, reducing the air even more. I was breathing deeply and quickly, trying not to panic, which is terrible in those situations.
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The bad thing came later, when the Mistress started the activity she loves most: whipping me !!! I could also hear him saying something to me, no doubt about orders, but all my ears heard was the rustle of the hood. And she was probably pissed off because she thought I wasn't listening to her, in fact the blows fell more and more violently on my body, as if to stimulate me, and from the voice that I heard rising in tone without understanding the words I sensed that she was asking me to answer, but what?
The blows came everywhere, increasing my difficulty in breathing, as the agitation to avoid them resulted in a frantic search for air. I heard or perhaps sensed an ironic question:
“So, do you like it? Everything is alright? Tell me yes or no. "
I tried to explain that I was finding it harder and harder to breathe but she screamed close to my ears
“I asked to answer yes or no !!! ”Accompanying with a further blow of the belt.
I almost cried with rage, unable to explain what was happening to me, and I began to tremble when I felt myself grabbed by the arm and pushed against a wardrobe: if he had locked me in there as he had previously threatened to do I would certainly have suffocated before I could throw any signal.
But luckily the Mistress changed her mind and made me stop in front of her with my legs slightly apart. I felt localized pressure around the penis, which soon turned into a sharp sensation e. I realized he was wrapping it around me with a thin cord, tied around the base with a noose.
Once fixed it was pulled back passing between the legs: at the moment the penis made a little resistance being in tension, then the pull of the rope got the better of and I felt it bend backwards, not without pain. She pulled it until it was practically resting on the testicles, and there it remained as the cord was attached to the belt tightened at the waist.
Before tying it, he gave it another tug that made me moan prolonged. I felt his hand pass over my sex locked in that position and prayed that he didn't linger too long; it would not have been pleasant at all to be stimulated in that situation, since the excitement would have hardened the member, increasing the already latent sensation of pain due to the strangulation of the rope.
Luckily he didn't insist on that but he moved on to another torture: he began poking me with a needle, on my butt, legs, chest, nipples, going up and down with that thin nonstop prick. At a certain point she concentrated her attention on the lower parts, passing from behind her legs: the tip of the penis that peeked out had to attract her because I felt a pang right on the chapel, which made me jump forward.
He continued the pricking for a while then stopped, and I felt that he passed a cloth on the tip, as if to clean it, and then I felt it rubbing the floor ... I sensed that he was cleaning something that was dripping from me .... and I knew it was my blood !!! I must admit it also impressed me because blindfolded as I was I could not see how much I was losing, and the suggestion made me feel a strange sensation in my penis, as if I felt the flow ... The idea of losing blood, and moreover from there it made me dizzy, I felt faint as if from a lowering of blood pressure, again from self-suggestion I was about to faint, I collapsed like a cooked pear in her arms, while she, unaware of what was happening to me, urged me to stand up straight .
I only stopped when I was on my knees, and calmed down with deep breaths, well… as much as the tight hood allowed me. I heard her fumbling with the laces and I thanked her mentally for her generosity… or at least I hoped that was the reason, and not the intention of hardening the ligaments !!!
As soon as I was free, I took a great breath of air, helping me with my mouth, however impeded by the fabric that filled it, until he took off my belt and scarf, and lastly the ball of fabric, literally tearing it from me with relative howl due to the fact that it had been inserted dry, without wetting it, and the edges of it were practically glued to the palate; the feeling was that I was tearing the skin from inside my mouth !!!
I saw her mocking gaze and her smirk as she asked me
“So, is it better now? "
I could not help but nod, my jaws numb from the tight gagging, at which evidently satisfied she took the ball of cloth again, this time wrapping it like candy in the scarf that had already battered my mouth before, and thrust it back inside me, Again the strap acted as a further locking, but at least this time the ball enclosed in the scarf would not go around sticking to the palate. I looked at her gratefully, returned by a smile that did not bode well ...
It was the last thing I saw because a black cotton band was wrapped several times around my head, squeezing the lids over my eyes, tied as tightly as ever. Above was tied a small, green, shiny scarf, very beautiful to see as an effect.
This time the push to the closet was decided and accompanied by an order:
“Inside, get down. “
Groping I tried not to hit my head by bending down, helped, so to speak, by the tugs that my impatient mistress gave me to make me lower. I felt the bottom of the closet under my ass and leaned on it, I didn't know which way I was turned, I felt my legs grab and push them inside, after which they were tied to my ankles and knees.
I regretted the previous semi-liberty, knowing full well that with my legs free I would have a good game to free myself, being able to help me by getting out of the closet and standing up. But I still thought I could do it ... until I felt pressure around my arms and torso !!! A rope was tightened at chest height, locking my elbows against my body, making it impossible to move my arms.
Once tight and knotted I understood that for me there would be no hope of freeing myself, without the possibility of moving my arms how could I have loosened the iron grip around the wrists, which by the way I began to no longer feel?
"Well, goodnight then" was the last thing I heard before the sound of the closet being closed….
I jumped, he hadn't locked the key but in those conditions how could I open it? Also I thought he wanted to lock me in as a form of punishment for a while…. but let me even sleep !!! Then the wrists, really they were too tight, he was really afraid that I would run away !!!
With those ligaments in her arms, even a slower tie on her wrists would have been enough, but the rest was my fault, I had pushed her to such cruelty, leaving the other times ... After a few minutes I already heard her snoring through the door of the 'closet, and I felt truly abandoned !!!
My hands were numb, I could no longer even fold them, so I tried to pull on the wrists, certainly not to free myself, but rather to tighten the knots in order to lengthen the noose, even if by a few millimeters, thus allowing a minimum of blood to pass. At first, every attempt was useless. managing only to get further pain in my wrists: I was desperate, I already imagined not being able to loosen them, and I was thinking about the consequences on my hands, I wondered if staying for hours in those conditions would not lead to permanent damage.
I took it for granted that I had to fend for myself, since the mistress continued to sleep peacefully, and I did not dare to make a noise waking her up for a stupid complaint from someone tied up, admitted and not granted that she would have heard. I resumed agitating myself just as much as the ties allowed me, alternately pulling my wrists, tugging them with force regardless of the pangs I received in return. I tried not to move them away from the body, so as not to further tighten the noose, as this was connected to the belt at the waist.
I did everything in my power to ease that torture, and I don't know how long after I realized from the tingling in my fingers that perhaps I had succeeded in my intent, slowly my hands were returning to normal, even if at the cost of stabbing pangs as of a thousand needles where the blood slowly returned to flow. I relaxed a little, no longer afraid of losing the use of my hands, but tried once again to reach the knots which, as I said before, were located behind my back.
Ah, if I had at least had my legs free, I could have stood up and perhaps slipped the other ligament around my arms, which was also a big obstacle to my release. Among other things, I was exhausted, from the tortures already inflicted on me previously, and from the effort to loosen the ties on my wrists, so I leaned against the bottom of the wardrobe, resigning myself to having to wait to be released. Who knows when the Mistress would wake up, she usually slept late ...
With this thought I think I dozed off despite the absurd situation, since at a certain point I realized I was having confused dreams, but which involved my Mistress, unique arbiter of my destiny now.
I heard noises in the room. I did not know how much time had passed, the body was all a pain, either from the bonds that had been squeezing it all over for hours, or from the lashes received. Even between the legs there was a sharp pain, and I remembered the unnatural position of my member, still stretched by the cord that held it folded between the legs.
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Among other things, I also felt stimuli, not at all sexual, but just as natural to urinate, I wondered what I would do if he hadn't freed me, would I have done it there, in the closet, on his clothes? My God, then yes he would have punished me by torturing me to death !!!
I heard the closet open and her voice ask
“Ah, are you still alive? "
I did not understand if she was happy or sorry, I nodded yes anyway, moaning in an attempt to ask to go to the bathroom.
"Shut up, my daughter got up to go to school, she doesn't have to know anything about you, I'll come and pick you up when she's out, in about an hour, bye"
And again the wardrobe closed again, this time by key , to avoid that the daughter, even inadvertently, could discover what her mother kept in her closet ... I went back to waiting, certainly without getting bored, I had a thousand sensations to focus on, a thousand points of the body that called my attention with pangs of pain, both for the memory of lashes, both for the continuous pressure of ties, bandages or gags, and for the cramps due to the forced position for many hours.
Added to this was the dull pain due to the unsatisfied bodily need ... It was longer to pass that hour of the whole night, until finally I heard the wardrobe reopen and his voice ordering me to leave !! A word!!! Maybe not even free I would have been able to get up, let alone so!
He must have guessed something because he grabbed my ankles, spinning me on my butt until my legs were sticking out. In doing this he hit my head on the back of the wardrobe, but I didn't even have the strength to moan anymore, so maybe he didn't even notice. Within seconds I had my ankles and knees free, and I felt myself being pulled hard using the rope around my torso as a grip.
I was afraid of banging my head but the Mistress managed to extract me from the wardrobe with surprising skill, finally freeing me from the poor member which was also bruised and aching. The cord was detached at the waist and I felt the traction on the penis cease, but it remained unnaturally bent backwards due to the long time spent in that position, then slowly began to descend into a vertical position.
"Go to the bathroom" - was the order - I think you need it.
“Mmmphh? "Was my question as I waved my wrists as if to say
" Well, am I going there? "
She understood perfectly why he laughed and said,
“Sure, so you go; why do you need hands to sit on the toilet? Didn't you say I wouldn't be able to keep you tied up day and night? Did you provoke me? Now pay the consequences, did you want to see if I was capable? Now you will see it, you have already made the night, now the day comes ... the longest day for you my dear, and then it is not said that next night you will spend it free, ah ah ah, go go now. “I
trembled hearing those words, I had provoked her, it's true, but in my heart I thought she would have pity and free me after a while, as she had always done until then. But this time I had really exaggerated, I even asked her (think a bit?) If she was not softening !!!
I went to the bathroom groping, not even being able to reach out to avoid banging, but without any major damage I reached the cup which luckily was open and sat on it. The operation was not easy due to the position of the penis still slightly backwards, but in the end I succeeded in my intent without dirtying.
I paused for a moment to go out, trying to rest, and thinking about what to expect out there for the rest of the day. Whipping again or a tightening of the ligaments? it is true that I have usually always preferred a thousand ligatures to a lash, but the past night and the prospect of living still who knows how long forced in that way almost made me prefer painful but short whiplashes.
While I was doing these absurd meditations the voice of the Mistress called me back to reality:
“So, did you fall inside? Do you hurry to go out or do I have to come and get you? If you feel so good in there I'll even tie you up if you want… ha ha ha "Not at
all tempted by the prospect of spending the day tied up in the bathroom (but did I have better prospects after all?) I got up and after having succeeded with a superhuman effort leaning forward and squeezing the drain tap without losing my balance and falling with my face against the wall I walked towards the door, ready to bravely face the tortures that the fervent mind of my mistress had certainly prepared for me .
Thus began, after the first night, my first day as a kidnapper
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