Careful with vans
"You're always so oblivious," Mark said to me with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. The five of them, Mark, Laura, Jenny, Tom, and me, were sitting in a circle on the living room floor, sipping on iced teas and munching on chips. We had met every weekend for months now, each time delving deeper into our shared interest: the world of consensual bondage.
I blushed at Mark's tease, my heart racing slightly. The conversation had taken an unexpected turn. I had always enjoyed the thrill of our role-playing scenarios, but this was different. A real-life enactment of a kidnapping inside a van? However, I could not deny that the idea was tempting to say the least.
My mind began to fantasize about the idea of being bound and gagged inside a van, the rush of adrenaline and fear mixing with excitement. Laura suggested that I should wear a short skirt, pantyhose and a crop top, something that would make me seem vulnerable yet enticing. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, playing along, though part of me was already planning my escape.
"high heels or boots?" The room grew quiet as we pondered the details of the kidnapping scenario. Laura spoke up, breaking the silence with her question about my attire. "Definitely high heels," Tom offered, his voice low and contemplative. "It'll make it more challenging for you to run."
"Me? Why me?"' I squeaked, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. "I'm just saying, you'd make the perfect damsel in distress," Laura said with a wink, her voice dripping with sarcasm. They all laughed, and I couldn't help but feel a little thrilled by their words. It was flattering in a strange, twisted way.
"You're not going to deny that you'd like to be bound and gagged in pantyhose and high heels." said Jenny, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Okay, I'll admit it, the thought is pretty... intense." I replied, trying to sound casual. The room was charged with anticipation, and I could see the wheels turning in their minds as they planned the scenario.
"Maybe we should bound and gagged you right now so that you stop protesting."said Tom smiling widely as he playfully wagged a rope at me. All the others also took out ropes, gags and blindfolds from their bags. It was clear they had been planning this for a while. I took a step back, my heart racing. This was happening.
The room was suddenly a blur of movement as everyone scrambled to their feet, eager to get the game underway. Before I could even think of protesting or trying to back out, Mark grabbed my arms, his grip firm but gentle. Laura stepped in front of me, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she held out a red ball gag. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.
"Oh no, no, no," I said pretending I didn't want to play that game, I even made a threat to run away but they had already surrounded me. Mark secured my arms behind my back with the rope, the fibers biting into my skin, sending waves of excitement through my body. Laura stepped closer, holding the red ball gag between her teeth, her smile playful yet predatory. She reached up and gripped the back of my head, tilting it back, and in a swift movement, the gag was in my mouth, filling it completely. I tasted the faint hint of mint from Laura's breath and felt the leather against my teeth as she tightened the strap around my head.
Jenny grabbed my ankles as Mark secured my legs together, the rope tightening around my calves and thighs, the material biting into my skin slightly. My legs quivered, and I felt the first sting of the rope as it dug in. They all stepped back to admire their handiwork. I was dressed exactly as they had described in our fantasy, and now it was becoming a reality. The fear grew stronger as I realized there was no turning back.
"Okay, let's get her in the truck," Mark said, grabbing me by the arms as Tom grabbed me by the legs. I didn't even know that they had gotten a van for this scenario. They lifted me off the floor, my body rigid with anticipation and fear, the high heels making it difficult for them to balance my weight. They carried me to the garage, the cool concrete floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the living room.
The van's back doors were open, revealing a dark, empty space. They tossed me inside, the ropes cutting into my skin slightly as I hit the cold metal floor. My heart was hammering in my chest, my breaths coming in quick gasps through my nose. The smell of gasoline and leather filled my nostrils as I tried to adjust to the confined space. Laura leaned in, her face a mask of excitement, and whispered in my ear, "You're going to love this."
"Okay, let's get her in the truck," Mark said, grabbing me by the arms as Tom grabbed me by the legs. I didn't even know that they had gotten a van for this scenario. They lifted me off the floor, my body rigid with anticipation and fear, the high heels making it difficult for them to balance my weight. They carried me to the garage, the cool concrete floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the living room.
The van's back doors were open, revealing a dark, empty space. They tossed me inside, the ropes cutting into my skin slightly as I hit the cold metal floor. My heart was hammering in my chest, my breaths coming in quick gasps through my nose. The smell of gasoline and leather filled my nostrils as I tried to adjust to the confined space. Laura leaned in, her face a mask of excitement, and whispered in my ear, "You're going to love this."
