You Determined Our Fate - Kidnapped! F/FM
Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2023 7:10 pm
I waited eagerly Friday to see what games the forum/board members had suggested for Claire and me. I had posted the “You determine our fate” story, encouraging everyone to give my wife ideas for capturing us and having her way with us once she had us tied up. Claire and I had kept our promise not to look at this page during the week. We both wanted to be surprised by the adventures that awaited us.
My wife and I had both stopped work early. With it being Good Friday, and a lot of our colleagues out of the office traveling with their kids on Spring Break, it had been a quiet day. The three of us walked into town around 4:30pm, to beat the Friday evening rush and enjoyed a light dinner at our favorite restaurant. Walking back, my wife started teasing us, saying “If only you knew what was in store for you two! I got some great ideas from the people on that forum! All I can say is that you’re both in big trouble!” At that I heard Claire give an excited little gasp and felt my cock start to grow within the confines of my underwear and jeans.
At home, my wife pulled the shades in the living room, dimming the lights. She handed Claire and me notes instructing us how to dress to start the evenings activities. I was to change into business attire (shirt and tie, slacks, black socks, and dress shoes). Claire was to change into a blouse, a skirt, pantyhose, and high heel pumps.
We changed and returned to find my wife dressed similarly to Claire, in sexy business attire. “Eric, you sit in the middle of the couch” she instructed me. After I was seated, my wife instructed Claire to slip off her pumps and sit on the end of the couch with her feet on my lap. My wife did the same on the other end of the couch, placing her feet next to Claire’s on my lap. “TightsBound” my wife informed me “suggested, among other things, that if you want to be tied up you need to earn it, pampering us with a nice long foot and leg massage.”
I was happy to comply and began rubbing my wife’s and Claire’s sexy silky pantyhose-encased feet and legs. This was driving me absolutely crazy! My erection grew to maximum hardness and pressed urgently against my underwear and thin dress slacks. Soon both women were able to tease me, pressing their feet and silk-encased toes against it.
After giving them both a lengthy foot and leg massage, my wife said “Ok, you’ve earned a tie-up game, but you both have to do exactly as your told!” We quickly agreed. Grabbing a small duffle bag, my wife said, “Put your shoes on Claire, we’re going out to the garage.”
Once out in the garage, my wife asked me to roll the tonneau cover forward on my pickup truck bed and open the tailgate. “Ok, you and Claire climb up in there!” she said, followed by “ ‘gaggedrock29’ suggested that a kidnapping would be far more convincing if I transported you and Claire bound, gagged, and blindfolded!” I wasn’t sure about this. Was my wife really going to drive us around tied up in the back of my truck? My mind raced with everything that could go wrong. What if the truck had mechanical problems? What if she got into a fender-bender, or was pulled over by the police? Still, I had promised to do as I was told and was desperate to get things started. Without saying a word, we both climbed into the back of the truck and lay on the carpet remnant I had purchased to keep the truck bed from getting scratched up.
Soon we were both wiggling around lying next to each other in the truck bed with our hands and feet bound (hands behind our backs). My wife removed my necktie and used it as a blindfold. Pulling a ball gag out of the duffle, she strapped it on. I could hear muffled noises next to me and assumed that Claire had also been gagged and blindfolded. “You’re being kidnapped” she informed us “Do as you’re told, and nobody gets hurt. Now wiggle together facing each other so I can finish up and we can get going!”
I rolled onto my side and wiggled in the direction I thought was the center of the truck bed. Soon I felt Claire’s body pressing against mine. More ropes were added, securing us tightly together face to face. I couldn’t see them, but my wife had also added ropes from our tied bodies to the tie down rings at the corners of the truck bed, so we couldn’t roll around. “It’s a long ride to the hideout” my wife informed us. “Be quiet! If I need to pull this truck over, you’ll both be punished, understand!” We nodded and made quiet consenting gagged noises.
Next, I heard the tonneau cover being secured over the bed and tailgate being slammed shut. Then I heard the garage door being opened and the truck was started up. I made a small, concerned noise through my gag. Claire must have heard it because she rubbed her gagged mouth against the side of my face. I heard her muffled voice close to my ear comforting me “It’s all right. We’re going to be ok!” She began slowly rubbing her body against mine. At some point in her struggles, her skirt must have been pushed up around her waist. I could feel her pantyhose-encased thighs rubbing against my erection. I heard two small thumps as she struggled out of her high heel pumps. I felt her toes wiggle their way under my slacks bottoms and rub comfortingly against my ankles. The truck backed out of the driveway with a bump and started down the road.
The truck jolted and jumped alarmingly as my wife drove over potholes. In Michigan, there are too many to avoid them all. Each time our tightly bound bodies would bounce an inch or so off the truck bed. I prayed that we wouldn’t get a flat tire! I was uncomfortable, but not because of the ropes securing me tightly to Claire. Those felt great and she felt great! I suddenly realized that I had never been tied up fully clothed before. Usually, I was either naked or only wearing underwear, my wife preferring full access to my body for tickling or other torments. My shirt had twisted tightly around my torso. My slacks bunched up between my legs. My underwear had ridden up in the back, giving me a wedgie. I couldn’t reach my bound hands far enough to pull it out. The worst were the shoes and socks. I had always been bound barefoot. The socks felt hot and tight, and the shoes clunked together annoyingly as I struggled. The only thing that made everything better was Claire rubbing and grinding against me and making sexy gagged noises as we were being transported.
Within minutes we were back. To limit risk, my wife had chosen to stick to our neighborhood, slowly driving around the block before returning to park in the garage, closing the overhead door behind her. The tonneau cover was pulled forward and the tailgate was lowered. “Look at you two!” my wife laughed. “Why, Claire you’ve lost both shoes and your skirt is up around your waist! Honestly, you both look disheveled. I don’t think either of you meet the office guidelines for proper attire! I’m going to untie you both, so we can get safely from the garage to the house, but you must pretend you’ve been chloroformed when we get inside, ok?” We both nodded and my wife began the process of untying us.
Safely inside the house, my wife asked me to strip naked and Claire to strip down to only her pantyhose (the idea being that she had undressed us while we were unconscious). She placed two kitchen chairs facing each other several feet apart in the middle of the living room and asked us to each sit down. Soon we were tightly bound to them. Gags were added. “Ok, pretend that you’re waking up to find yourselves captured this way!” my wife instructed.
I did as I was told, play acting a kidnapping victim regaining consciousnesses only to find themselves tightly bound naked to a chair with a lot of rope and gagged. I struggled frantically, making pleading gagged noises. Claire, facing me, did the same. Her naked breasts wiggled pleasingly as she tugged helplessly against the ropes securing her. My wife, directly behind me, placed both hands on my bare shoulders. “Do you think you can save your cute little secretary over there? I don’t think so! You can't even save yourself! My boss, ‘CapturedCarol’ requires the code for your business files and has authorized me to get it by any means necessary. I have ways of making you talk. One of you is going to break, it’s just a matter of time…”
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My wife and I had both stopped work early. With it being Good Friday, and a lot of our colleagues out of the office traveling with their kids on Spring Break, it had been a quiet day. The three of us walked into town around 4:30pm, to beat the Friday evening rush and enjoyed a light dinner at our favorite restaurant. Walking back, my wife started teasing us, saying “If only you knew what was in store for you two! I got some great ideas from the people on that forum! All I can say is that you’re both in big trouble!” At that I heard Claire give an excited little gasp and felt my cock start to grow within the confines of my underwear and jeans.
At home, my wife pulled the shades in the living room, dimming the lights. She handed Claire and me notes instructing us how to dress to start the evenings activities. I was to change into business attire (shirt and tie, slacks, black socks, and dress shoes). Claire was to change into a blouse, a skirt, pantyhose, and high heel pumps.
We changed and returned to find my wife dressed similarly to Claire, in sexy business attire. “Eric, you sit in the middle of the couch” she instructed me. After I was seated, my wife instructed Claire to slip off her pumps and sit on the end of the couch with her feet on my lap. My wife did the same on the other end of the couch, placing her feet next to Claire’s on my lap. “TightsBound” my wife informed me “suggested, among other things, that if you want to be tied up you need to earn it, pampering us with a nice long foot and leg massage.”
I was happy to comply and began rubbing my wife’s and Claire’s sexy silky pantyhose-encased feet and legs. This was driving me absolutely crazy! My erection grew to maximum hardness and pressed urgently against my underwear and thin dress slacks. Soon both women were able to tease me, pressing their feet and silk-encased toes against it.
After giving them both a lengthy foot and leg massage, my wife said “Ok, you’ve earned a tie-up game, but you both have to do exactly as your told!” We quickly agreed. Grabbing a small duffle bag, my wife said, “Put your shoes on Claire, we’re going out to the garage.”
Once out in the garage, my wife asked me to roll the tonneau cover forward on my pickup truck bed and open the tailgate. “Ok, you and Claire climb up in there!” she said, followed by “ ‘gaggedrock29’ suggested that a kidnapping would be far more convincing if I transported you and Claire bound, gagged, and blindfolded!” I wasn’t sure about this. Was my wife really going to drive us around tied up in the back of my truck? My mind raced with everything that could go wrong. What if the truck had mechanical problems? What if she got into a fender-bender, or was pulled over by the police? Still, I had promised to do as I was told and was desperate to get things started. Without saying a word, we both climbed into the back of the truck and lay on the carpet remnant I had purchased to keep the truck bed from getting scratched up.
Soon we were both wiggling around lying next to each other in the truck bed with our hands and feet bound (hands behind our backs). My wife removed my necktie and used it as a blindfold. Pulling a ball gag out of the duffle, she strapped it on. I could hear muffled noises next to me and assumed that Claire had also been gagged and blindfolded. “You’re being kidnapped” she informed us “Do as you’re told, and nobody gets hurt. Now wiggle together facing each other so I can finish up and we can get going!”
I rolled onto my side and wiggled in the direction I thought was the center of the truck bed. Soon I felt Claire’s body pressing against mine. More ropes were added, securing us tightly together face to face. I couldn’t see them, but my wife had also added ropes from our tied bodies to the tie down rings at the corners of the truck bed, so we couldn’t roll around. “It’s a long ride to the hideout” my wife informed us. “Be quiet! If I need to pull this truck over, you’ll both be punished, understand!” We nodded and made quiet consenting gagged noises.
Next, I heard the tonneau cover being secured over the bed and tailgate being slammed shut. Then I heard the garage door being opened and the truck was started up. I made a small, concerned noise through my gag. Claire must have heard it because she rubbed her gagged mouth against the side of my face. I heard her muffled voice close to my ear comforting me “It’s all right. We’re going to be ok!” She began slowly rubbing her body against mine. At some point in her struggles, her skirt must have been pushed up around her waist. I could feel her pantyhose-encased thighs rubbing against my erection. I heard two small thumps as she struggled out of her high heel pumps. I felt her toes wiggle their way under my slacks bottoms and rub comfortingly against my ankles. The truck backed out of the driveway with a bump and started down the road.
The truck jolted and jumped alarmingly as my wife drove over potholes. In Michigan, there are too many to avoid them all. Each time our tightly bound bodies would bounce an inch or so off the truck bed. I prayed that we wouldn’t get a flat tire! I was uncomfortable, but not because of the ropes securing me tightly to Claire. Those felt great and she felt great! I suddenly realized that I had never been tied up fully clothed before. Usually, I was either naked or only wearing underwear, my wife preferring full access to my body for tickling or other torments. My shirt had twisted tightly around my torso. My slacks bunched up between my legs. My underwear had ridden up in the back, giving me a wedgie. I couldn’t reach my bound hands far enough to pull it out. The worst were the shoes and socks. I had always been bound barefoot. The socks felt hot and tight, and the shoes clunked together annoyingly as I struggled. The only thing that made everything better was Claire rubbing and grinding against me and making sexy gagged noises as we were being transported.
Within minutes we were back. To limit risk, my wife had chosen to stick to our neighborhood, slowly driving around the block before returning to park in the garage, closing the overhead door behind her. The tonneau cover was pulled forward and the tailgate was lowered. “Look at you two!” my wife laughed. “Why, Claire you’ve lost both shoes and your skirt is up around your waist! Honestly, you both look disheveled. I don’t think either of you meet the office guidelines for proper attire! I’m going to untie you both, so we can get safely from the garage to the house, but you must pretend you’ve been chloroformed when we get inside, ok?” We both nodded and my wife began the process of untying us.
Safely inside the house, my wife asked me to strip naked and Claire to strip down to only her pantyhose (the idea being that she had undressed us while we were unconscious). She placed two kitchen chairs facing each other several feet apart in the middle of the living room and asked us to each sit down. Soon we were tightly bound to them. Gags were added. “Ok, pretend that you’re waking up to find yourselves captured this way!” my wife instructed.
I did as I was told, play acting a kidnapping victim regaining consciousnesses only to find themselves tightly bound naked to a chair with a lot of rope and gagged. I struggled frantically, making pleading gagged noises. Claire, facing me, did the same. Her naked breasts wiggled pleasingly as she tugged helplessly against the ropes securing her. My wife, directly behind me, placed both hands on my bare shoulders. “Do you think you can save your cute little secretary over there? I don’t think so! You can't even save yourself! My boss, ‘CapturedCarol’ requires the code for your business files and has authorized me to get it by any means necessary. I have ways of making you talk. One of you is going to break, it’s just a matter of time…”
Stay tuned for more, and other stories to come based on your suggestions!