Laura | bondage story | gag, cuffs, leather, lingerie

The truth finally got Laura's attention. She didn't know how long she had been struggling with the damned handcuffs. She couldn't get herself out of them! Why had she been doing such a stupid thing? They were too tight and she didn't have a chance, making the key fit in the lock. Oh, what a misery! If it only had been the cuffs, she could have called 911 and made up a story about something, but she had gagged herself with a ball-gag harness before cuffing her wrists behind her back. She thought it would be easy to unlock them, but she obviously was wrong!

She looked at herself in the mirror, and what she saw was quite exciting, after all; Glossy, shoulderlong, blond hair, big, round and firm breasts with stiff nipples. Her torso was wrapped up in a tight corset; revealing her timeglass-shaped figure. Her long and slender legs were covered in shiny, seamed ,black nylonstockings, held up by garters from her corset. And, of course, she had her black patent-leather high-heels on. She sure was a sight for sore eyes, and that flimsy little g-string barely covering her shaved pussy was already wet, she noticed. This was supposed to be her "self-bondage"night, where she could dream about being a damsel in distress, but she had only made a fool of herself. What should she do now?

She had been into bondage for as long as she could remember. When she was a little girl, she always wanted to be an Indian, tied-up to a tree, when they were playing cowboys and Indians. And she always got a tingling sensation when she saw movies where people got tied-up or hand-cuffed. Later in her early teens, she discovered that bondage was erotic, and she often masturbated, dreaming about being roped-up by strong male-hands. Her father had been a big and brutal motorcycle-cop and he always used to wear shiny leather-boots and breeches, and she found his outfits very sexy. She knew that her parents were into kinky stuff. She used to sneak up to their bedroom-door at nights, listening to their love-making. The sounds coming from their room, sure made her horny. She figured that her mother was somehow tied-up and gagged, while her father was fucking her and slapping her around.

She guessed that they lived in a b&d-relationship, where her father was the dominant and her mother the submissive. Her mother almost never spoke, unless spoken to, when her dad was at home, and she was always wearing stockings and short skirts. She had also told Laura that women should wear this stuff, always!

So, Laura grew up with the idea that stockings and skirts were part of every girls wardrobe. She didn't mind, because pants were uncomfortable, after all. One day, when she was all by herself, she sneaked in to her father's den in the basement, although she knew it was forbidden, and searched for something that could prove her parents kinky needs for bondage. And she found what she was looking for. Lots of bondage-magazines, films and paraphernalia; gags, cuffs, whips, rope and clamps. She sat down and browsed through the magazines in a dizzy state of mind, horny as hell. She tried the gags and the nipple-clamps and she had her first violent orgasm right there. She then knew that she was a submissive, longing for tight bondage.

Not long after this, her parents died in a car-accident, and she didn't have any siblings, so she collected the insurance-money, sold the house and moved to another city to start a new and exciting life. She was rich and free, and only brought with her all the bondage-stuff, her father's boots and of course, lots of sexy lingerie. She had bought herself this apartment and was actually quite happy with her life as a student. She had no close friends and at the age of 21 still hadn't had a boyfriend, because they bored her. She needed a master, but she was too afraid to end up with the wrong guy, so she mostly stayed home and dreamed instead. She was no virgin, because she used dildoes on herself when she masturbated. She even fucked herself in the ass from time to time. But, she hadn't been fucked yet by the real thing.

She sighed and tried to make some intelligible words from behind her gag, but only these "mmmph..mmmph"-sounds escaped her aching mouth. She had to get some help, but how and where? She didn't know any of her neighbors, but she had been talking occasionally to this guy next door. Mr. Henderson, she believed was his name, and he looked nice enough. Perhaps he could help her out of this ridiculous situation. She knew that he was single, in his early forties, and he was quite a hunk, good-looking and strong, although there was something with his eyes, the way he was looking her all over when they met. It was as if he could see right into her, reading her mind. And this always made her blush and look down.

Well, maybe she was wrong. He probably was a nice guy, willing to help a damsel in distress, after all. She finally decided to knock on his door, but she would have to be careful so that nobody else could see her like this.

CHAPTER 2

Meanwhile, Mr. Henderson, Bob, was sitting in his living-room, watching his new bondage-video. He had a throbbing hard-on in his leather-pants and he loved this new film. The bitch in tight bondage was so beautiful in her lingerie and the sounds she frantically was making from behind her ball-gagged mouth was music to his ears. She also looked much like that bitch next door, Laura something.

He had been dreaming about tying her up since the day she moved in to her apartment. She had that little submissive look you rarely found in sluts today. They mostly were arrogant and snotty teasers who should have been whipped into obedience. He had been a bondage-enthusiast for a long time. That probably was the main reason for not being married. He just couldn't fix the idea of having a bitchy wife running loose in ugly dresses, giving him commands and polluting the air with giggling and stupid talk. He preferred women bound and gagged.

But he hadn't yet had the courage to advertise in his magazines for a slave. Well, maybe it now was time to do something about it, before he went crazy. Maybe he should ask that bitch, Laura, if she wanted to go out and have dinner with him, the next time he saw her. And then, perhaps gradually, tell her about his bondage ideas. Well......What was that sound? He turned the volume down on his TV. and listened. Yeah, there it was again. Someone was knocking on his door. Why didn't they use the bell? For the third time he heard the sound, and with an anger, he went to the door. Fortunately he had installed a peeping-hole so that he could see who was out there, before he opened the door. You couldn't be too careful these days.

He just couldn't believe what he was seeing. Laura in bondage!! That's why she hadn't used the bell; her hands were cuffed behind her back, and she was wearing a ball-gag. And her outfit; stockings, corset, garters and high-heels. What the hell was going on here. Was this some sort of a joke or prank? Well, he couldn't leave her out there. Somebody might see her and call the cops.

He quickly unlocked the door and hauled her in to his apartment, before he checked if someone had seen anything. Nobody out there, good! He locked the door, and turned to take a better look at his unexpected gift. It wasn't a dream, she was there for real. She was trying to tell him something from behind her gag.

She sure was beautiful. His raging hard-on was almost bursting his pants. He didn't want to ungag her, but he would have to, at least for a little while. So, he led her in to the living-room and sat her down on the sofa. Fortunately he had stopped the movie, before he had gone to the door, so she couldn't have any ideas about foul play, could she? He had to act concerned, just in case this was some sort of prank. He had to get some information out of her, so he unbuckled the gag, and it went out slimy and nice with a popping sound.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Henderson, for doing that. I have been gagged for a long time now, and it sure was good to get my jaws back again. Now, could you please uncuff me too. I have the key in my left hand." Laura said relieved.

"But, how did you end up like this, you poor thing. Is this some kind of joke, or what?"

"No, Mr. Henderson, I did this all by myself, and I thought that I could lock me out of these cuffs, but to no avail. I can explain later, if you want. I'm terrible embarrassed now, and I only want to go back to my apartment, please!"

"Yeah, sure, but tell me, why did you do all this to yourself? Are you some sort of a pervert, or what? Look at you, dressed up like a bitch in heat. Don't tell me that you actually did this alone. Look, you can explain later, I'll just go out in the kitchen and get you something to drink. You must be real thirsty by now, huh?" Bob said with a concerned voice, and went to get her something to drink. (and some rope!)

"Yes, well, thank you, Mr. Henderson, but could you please take these cuffs off first!" Laura said anxiously. Maybe he wasn't going to be so nice after all?

"Of course, honey, I promise that I will remove the cuffs after you have had something to drink. Now, open up that pretty little mouth of yours. Here we go. That wasn't so bad, was it."

"No, that was actually quite good, thank you. Now could you...."

But that was all Laura could say, before Bob Henderson jammed the ball-gag back where it belonged. It was again buckled behind her neck, tightly, and now, Laura really got scared. Mr. Henderson brutally shoved her face-down on the sofa and started to rope her elbows together. She desperately tried to speak, but no real words were uttered. All he said back were "Yeah, sure" and "You're right about that, bitch!" What the hell was going on here?, Laura thought, scared and defenseless.

"Well, that's much better. And I promised you that I would uncuff you. There we go. Ropes are much more fun, don't you agree! You see, a girl has too much freedom in cuffs. Bondage is far better in ropes." Bob said, as he tied the knots tightly between her wrists. He then looped her ankles and knees together, before he wrenched her legs up behind her and created a perfect hog-tie. She was trussed up like a turkey. She tried to move, escape, but of course that was hopeless. Mr. Henderson sure knew his ropes! He slapped her ass and shoved a couple of fingers up her crotch, making her moan loudly through her gag.

"Yes, I can tell that you are one hot little bitch. That shaved cunt of yours is all wet and ready. So, you are a little bondage-slut looking for a man to tie you up and fuck you. Well, you sure knocked on the right door. I have been dreaming about tying you up since the day I first saw you. But I never had the guts to kidnap you, and here you suddenly are, all tied-up and gagged, knocking on my door. It's like a dream come true. And I promise you that I never, ever am going to take these ropes away from you. The gag will also be a part of you from now on, because I hate to listen to female crap. Now, you'll behave and lie still, while I go in to your apartment to check things out. But I will be back, don't you fret, bitch!" he said with a grin, and left her on the sofa hog-tied and ball-gagged.

Laura knew what he would find in her apartment. Lots of bondage-magazines and other stuff. Why hadn't she just said (when she had the chance) that her apartment was filled with her friends, and that this was a vicious prank, then he might would have let her go. But she couldn't lie to a big and strong man. Her damned submissive nature wouldn't let her. Mr. Henderson was into bondage, allright. He sure knew how to tie a girl up. The knots seemed glued. Of all the doors she could have knocked on, she ended up with a bondage-fan. Maybe all men were like this. She probably would have ended up like this any way, even if a woman had let her in.

She knew that she was a beautiful and fresh little thing and the way she had presented herself tonight, dressed up like a slut, sure made her irresistible. This must be destiny, she thought. She had found her master from her dreams, eventually, and her life sure would change from now on. Even though her ropes and gag did hurt, she also was starting to get horny. She had seen Mr. Henderson's bulge between his leather-clad legs and she knew that he was very well equipped down there. He sure would rape her, but the thought about that just made her hotter and wetter than ever.......

CHAPTER 3

Bob went quickly and quietly out in the hallway. He locked the door to his apartment with the safety-key and started for Laura's door. God, what a lucky guy he was! The door to her apartment was not locked, as he had expected, but he tried the door-bell anyway. No answer, good! He went in and closed the door carefully.

Laura was into bondage, allright! There were magazines and video-tapes scattered all over the place. He picked one of the magazines up and browsed it quickly with great interest. It was a HOM-pub. called Kidnapped. It was old too. One of the issues from the seventies. Where the hell had she purchased that . Well, he would interrogate her later. He went to her bedroom, and her closets and drawers were full of fantastic lingerie and bondage-paraphernalia. It seemed as if she liked rubber and nylons a lot, because most of the items were made of these wonderful materials. She also had a huge collection of gags and dildos. She even had nipple-clamps in one of her drawers. On the walls were large posters of various females in tight bondage. This was getting better and better, Bob thought happily. He found a large bag and started to collect as many of her items, both lingerie and paraphernalia, as he could get into it, before he at last checked the rest of her apartment, turned the lights out and closed her door with a key he had found in the kitchen.

What should he do now? Luckily he was on vacation for three weeks now, but he couldn't keep Laura here in his apartment that long. Fortunately he owned a cabin in the woods. It was very secluded, and was only a 2 hour-driving from here. Nobody would miss Laura for these three weeks, from what he had seen in her personal papers. The problem was to get her to the cabin without anybody seeing her.

Suddenly an idea popped into his mind. In one of her "Kidnapped" magazines there was a story about a girl being trussed-up and put inside a wooden-box for transportation. He still had the big box from the giant television-set in his store-room. If he tied her tightly into a ball, she surly should fit in there. He just had to drill a couple of holes into it, so that fresh air could leak in. From what he had seen in her apartment, she would have no problems with two hours in that uncomfortable position. He just had to make sure that she stayed properly mute during the trip. A totally tight rubber-hood with only openings for nostrils should take care of that. Of course, the gag-harness would stay on underneath the hood. The wooden-box could be transported on the little trolley he had, down to the garage in the basement. And once inside his van, she would disappear forever. His cabin was equipped for bondage, and once there, he finally could get some release from his built-up bondage-fantasies.

CHAPTER 4

He unlocked the door to his apartment quickly and hurried inside, before he locked the door properly again. Nobody had seen him being in the slut's apartment. He was so excited that he could feel his heart pump faster and harder than ever before. He had a raging hard-on in his leather-pants, but that would have to wait for later. He had three weeks at least to abuse this hot little bitch, so he had to cool down now. A beer would be terrific. As he went in to his kitchen, his nose picked up faint scents of Laura. Perfume mixed with hot sweat and musk cunt. God! It smelled great. He heard her moaning from behind her gag. He bet she was anxious to find out what was going to happen to her now. He gulped down the beer, and then started the preparations on the wooden-box.

First he drilled holes in it, and put a blanket and a pillow inside it. Then, he dragged it into the living-room, on the carpeted floor, next to where Laura was laying in her hog-tie. Her eyes widened in fear when she saw the box, and she started to shake and twist violently, moaning and screaming behind her gag, as she realized what was about to happen.

"Yes, bitch. We are going on a trip, you and I. I can't risk having you scream and drawing attention, so you will stay in this box till we get to our destination, my secluded cabin in the woods. Once there, I will take you out of this little prison, but not a minute before. The drive out there is only for two hours, and from what I saw in your magazines in your apartment, I guess you have been fantasizing about things like this before, huh! I brought with me lots of nice stuff from your apartment. This bag is filled with your lingerie and bondage-paraphernalia, including some exciting magazines and video-tapes that I haven't seen before. It seems like you have been into bondage for a long time, and I can tell from that wet and hot pussy of yours, that you find this very exciting.

I have three weeks of vacation now, starting from today, and from what I saw in your papers, nobody will miss you, since you are a student just started your vacation, as well. It doesn't seem that you have any close friends or relatives either, It seems like you are the perfect victim for kidnapping. So, we are going to get to know each other well during the next three weeks. When we return, I'm sure that you will never be the same girl as you are now. I will train, fuck and discipline you so well in tight bondage, that I am sure you will move in here with me, when we return, as my permanent slave. Say goodbye to freedom...." Bob said as he started to wrap the black rubber-hood over Laura's desperate head.

Laura panicked, as she felt the hot rubber encasing her head. All went black as her vision was cut off, but due to small openings for her nostrils, she could breath normally, if she forced herself to calm down. She felt him cutting her hog-tie. It was good to be able to straighten out her legs again. But how long was she to be in paradise. She hoped that he would cut off the elbow-rope as well, but he had no such plans. He rolled her over on her back, so that she was resting on her tightly tied arms. Then he wrenched her legs up, so that her knees were almost touching her breasts, and tied them tightly there with a rope under her back and arms and over the backsides of her knees. Then he tied her ankles brutally tight back the other way, so that her heels were touching her ass. She knew that he had ball-tied her, so she could get into the box. Then he lifted her up and gently lowered her down into the box. He had placed something soft on the floor of the box to make it a little bit more comfortable. Thanks for small favors-Laura thought, as she heard him screwing down the lid. Two hours in this position! Laura started to cry and she thought she was the most sorry girl in the world.