I’m not sure how long I had been dressing up and tying myself up before I got it into my head that women have breasts, so I began pinching one from my mother when I borrowed her things. I stuffed the cups with two pairs of her pantyhose in each cup. Whenever I was on the floor or my bed and rolled onto my front, the feel of the nylon against my own breasts and nipples felt amazing…..when I finally played with a friend and had him fondle me like that, the amazing factor raised considerable as I squirmed helplessly, mewing into my gag…….
Robbery tie-up fantasies were great, but I also really wanted to be kidnapped. Later on in life I would be, twice. Right now though while I was still very deep in the closet with this, I had to work out how I was going to do it. And this was an advantage of growing up in a big house, we had a full-sized attic and there were a few pieces of furniture up there, including some chromium chairs with leather back and a thick leather seat, these were originally in my dad’s shoe store for the customers. There was also a retired pink sofa and I worked them into my abduction…..
Along with the stuffed bra I again borrowed the blouse and high heels from my mother and the miniskirt and pantyhose from my sister.
Again, my husband was at work, he was an industrialist and we were quite wealthy. At home alone upstairs I was confronted by a man who grabbed me, clamped a hand over my mouth and pulled one of my arms up behind me! “Mmmffph!!” He ordered me not to scream, not to fight him, “Do as I say and you won’t get hurt, understand?” With my own hand over my mouth pretending it was his, I nodded my head, “Mm-hhmph!” “I’m going to take my hand away and you’re not going to scream, right?” “Mm-nnph!” as I shook my head, and the hand was slowly taken away.
I kept shaking my head in protest when he told me we were going to take a little ride, and I better behave myself. He took me outside to his car and opened his trunk. In reality I was “escorted” upstairs into the attic and to the couch where I tied my ankles, gagged myself with a handkerchief, then blindfolded, I laid on the couch mmmfph’ng as I did, and tied my hands behind my back. In my head I heard the trunk lid slam shut and he got into the car and drove me away.
“Hllllfph!! Hllllfph mwww!!” as we drove away. I would bounce a bit on the couch as I struggled to free myself. Fantasizing the passage of time we finally came to a stop and I was let out, untying my ankles as if he had done it for me, then led to one of those chairs and sat down. After untying my hands I removed my blindfold and watched as he tied my ankles together and to the front-left leg of the chair. I tied myself to the chair back and pretended my hands were tied to the chrome tubular arms as my gag was removed.
“Wh-What are you g-going to do to me?” I asked nervously. “Record you for the ransom demand,” he told me and brought over a tape recorder, holding the microphone in front of my mouth he switched on.
“H-Hello, i-it’s me….I’m all right….please do whatever he wants, please!” followed by the click of the recorder being turned off.
“That’s good,” he told me and tied my gag back in place with a firm knot. As I was already supposed to have my hands tied down I tied my right wrist down to the arm with one end of the long rope and wrapped the other around the other arm, just enough so I could work to slide my left hand through it. I sat helplessly watching him as he stayed with me for awhile, then he left to make the phone call demanding my ransom.
“Hlllfph!!” I screamed after I heard his car drive away. “Hlllfph mwww! Hlllffph!!” as I struggled and pulled and squirmed and screamed into my gag! I allowed time to pass in my head before pulling my left hand free of the rope! “MMFPH!!” I excitedly yelped as I worked to untie myself as fast as I could, pulling my gag off and springing for the imaginary front door! I flung it open---and stopped suddenly as I looked into the evilly smiling face of my kidnapper, I never heard his car when he returned.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” he asked me as I sheepishly stepped back into the cabin, my terror returning to me doubled. Roughly he grabbed me and pushed me to the floor, tying my ankles tighter than before, gagging me tighter, tying my arms to my side roughly and tying my hands behind my back. I wasn’t just tied up, I was bound! Being tied to the chair was much better compared to this!
I nervously looked up at him, “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Pwfff dnn hrrph mm.”
He told me they agreed to my ransom demand. Again I struggled when he turned away from me, pulling at the ropes as they bit into me, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t budge!
In my head a couple of hours had passed before the pounding on the door and the police breaking through! Seeing them rushing in I “MMMFPH!”ed as my husband burst in with them, arresting the kidnapper and freeing me to drive me home……….
