(written by Arin, edited and enhanced by Molly)
"Let's face it, Melanie... your life has grown dull," I muttered quietly to myself. Yes, I had a lucrative life, with a highly regarded career as a top sales representative. But that didn't currently make it any less dull. "Week after week, doing the same thing... I'm in a rut!" I complained. There was no one around to hear it, though, since I lived alone. Bored, I was looking through one of those free papers you see laying around in various places. I'd gotten this at the local adult store and was reading all the advertisements in the back of the paper. There was one that intrigued me but on reading it more closely, I felt I'd better be careful. It advertised a confidential service but didn't go into details.
The name of the company (Experience Bound Travel) sent a subtle message but I had to find out what its true meaning might be. The area code indicated that it was probably local and I was curious enough to say to myself, "What the heck. I'll call and see what it's all about." I started to call, but chickened out several times. I was both nervous and excited at the same time. I finally got up enough courage to call, but an answering machine message said they were closed for the weekend. It gave their hours from Monday through Fridays.
After what seemed like a very long, still boring weekend, Monday arrived. This time my call was answered by a woman. "Hello, I'm curious about what your company can arrange in the way of a vacation," I informed her.
The woman chuckled merrily. "We can't send you to the moon, but almost anything else can be arranged. I'll send you a package so you can select the vacation location and the type of options you seek. Some of our guests have chosen very unusual trips, so please just be honest and don't worry about shocking us. One of our agents will personally contact you with price and arrangements if you choose to engage your vacation with us. By the way, we're a woman owned and operated business if that may be important to you."
Their large envelope arrived on the very next day. Eagerly and with slightly shaky hands, I opened it as soon as I got in the house. It seemed to be sort of like a selection menu. There were sheets with rows of words on it and instructions to circle words I'd want in a vacation. Scanning along the first set of rows, I was pleased to see bondage as one of the choices. I circled it and scanned the second set of rows, which had words like island, hotel, beach, cellar, sailing, car, roof and lots more. The next row was much simpler, asking for a choice between a planned date, or an abduction. Grinning now because I was feeling very naughty, I chose abduction. Enclosed I also found a price sheet. The prices were high enough to make me raise my eyebrows and breathe a little more quickly, but I'd not taken a vacation in years, so I selected a one week adventure.
Since it was a slow period, and as I said, I hadn't had a vacation in years, it was easy for me to block out a large window of availability. I scheduled my time off and hoped it'd happen during the next two weeks or so. Anxious to get the timings to mesh, I drove the paperwork to the address on the documents, which turned out to be a private home. Since it was a really nice place, I figured her business must be profitable. I parked my car and walked to the front door and knocked. The woman who answered the door was tall, slim and really pretty.
I introduced myself and handed her my paperwork, explaining that I'd already arranged for time off from my job, and hoping their schedule could fit me in sometime soon. She invited me in, giving me the chance to observe that the house was also lovely inside as we walked to her office. Her heels clicked on the tile floor and I couldn't stop myself from watching her ass sway in her tight skirt -- nor would I want to stop myself. We sat down in her office and she looked at the papers and then asked, "Melanie, my name is Naomi, and I have one very important question for you: do you want to experience sex during your vacation?"
Her tone of voice was so matter-of-fact as she asked the question that it quite surprised me. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped a little, but I still didn't have to think about my answer. My cheeks may have blushed, but I answered and elaborated. "Yes, I do. And I'd also like to be treated like a prisoner, helpless and vulnerable, as long as no one has any diseases." She smiled and we set a time window of several days during which something would happen. I learned quickly that having that feeling of not knowing what would happen, and not even knowing when it would happen, really excited me. "One question... do I need to bring anything for this vacation?"
She simply answered, "No," as she walked me to her door for my journey back home.
Time crept by but finally the beginning of the designated time window arrived. I was on tenterhooks all the time now -- so excited not knowing exactly when it would happen. When I was home that week on those first few days of my vacation time, wanting to have the feeling of being in a more vulnerable situation, I just wore panties and a T-shirt. One evening, it was midnight exactly when a van pulled into my driveway. I peeked out a window as two women came and knocked on my door. When I answered the door, they asked my name. When they'd confirmed they had the correct person, all they said to me was, "It's begun."
In moments, they'd pushed their way in, tying my hands and ankles with zip ties. Additional ones around my elbows were a nice touch, I thought. As a bag was placed over my head I was plunged into total darkness, and I was carried out and placed in their van -- helpless. I hoped that they'd had the presence of mind to lock my front door. But thoughts like that vanished as I wondered what would happen to me. My heart began to race, making me dangerously close to hyperventilating in the close confines of the bag.
After what seemed subjectively to be a long drive with many turns, stops and starts, the van ground to a halt. I was lifted out of the van and placed on the ground. My 'attackers' removed my clothes by cutting them off! There was a moment of sort of relief when they flopped me onto my tummy and cut the zip ties off my ankles. But then they bent my heels up toward my buttocks and applied heavy straps that bound my lower leg to its thigh, keeping my legs bent. They then wrapped each leg with long bandages, covering from my knees to my crotch!
Next they cut away the zip ties at my elbows and wrists, but forced each hand to its corresponding shoulder and bound forearm to arm like that, again covering each limb with the long bandages. When they were finished, I could only move about on my knees and elbows. I felt like a dog, but, lacking a dog's fur, I was a nude dog. They tried to force a ball gag into my mouth. I resisted, clenching my teeth. One of them just pinched my nose shut until I had to open my mouth to breathe. Seconds later my teeth were chewing on the ball gag and its strap was pulled tight behind my head. If I wanted to look around, I had to turn my head at an awkward angle. Finally. a thick collar was locked onto my neck, as one of them told me, "We can track your whereabouts with this and listen to your surroundings. It should help keep you out of trouble."
My next surprise came as they left me there, bound like that, naked and vulnerable like that, and merely drove away. It was now morning, just getting light and I couldn't move very well. Covering any distance was slow going, leaving me feeling very humiliated. As the sun started beating down on me, I began sweating. What dust and dirt I disturbed as I moved was now clinging to my body. My sweaty, dirty hair was hanging down in my face, and I really felt helpless and used. Strangely enough, this was just what I'd paid for and somewhere deep inside, my body was finding the humiliation of this situation a little arousing. I sought some shade so I wouldn't get sunburned.
Before they'd left, they'd promised me that some male employee of theirs would be delivering food and drink, so I should watch for his jeep with the 'Experience Bound Travel' logo on its doors. I was quite hungry and thirsty when I heard a a vehicle driving off road in my direction. I was relieved to see that it was the jeep I was told to expect. As it pulled up close, a guy got out, setting up a blanket with food and drink upon it. I moved as quickly as I could toward him, blushing furiously as he grinned at my slow progress, ogling my naked body. My blush must've deepened toward scarlet when I noticed that the front of the guy's pants had a bulge growing as he eyed my helpless state.
Therefore, I wasn't very surprise when he sat down, leaning back against a door of his jeep and asked loudly, "Stupid whore -- what are you going to do for me?" With that, he opened his pants and brought out his penis and stroked it. I was desperate for water and food, but the sight of that cock kicked my libido into high gear, so I submissively placed my head right over his cock and tried to send messages of promise with my eyes, since the gag was making me mumble unintelligibly.
Getting the message, he removed the ball gag. I worked my jaw a few times to relieve the tension in my face muscles before I started to suck him. As I did so, I heard him sigh, feeling him getting even harder and longer. Inhaling his stimulating musky male scent, I licked his tip, tasting his salty precum. Then I eagerly sucked him deep, since I wanted to drink anything at that point. He kept moaning and the change in his breathing told me that he was close to cumming. I expected him to grab my head and shove it down firmly on his cock, but he seemed content to just let me get him off as I was doing.
And get him off, I certainly did!
He groaned with delight as his cock released into my mouth like a fountain. I swallowed every bit of it, sucking at his softening dick, trying to see if I could draw any more out of his balls. When he was as drained as I could make him, he patted my head, saying kindly, "Thank you, nameless slut. You helped me, so now I'll help you." He lifted me off my 'feet' which means off my elbows and knees, and propped me up in a sitting pose, leaning against the jeep. That made it easier for him to feed me food and drink. I ate slowly, savoring every sip and every bite. We chatted a little during my meal, while I actually enjoyed him looking at my nudity. I especially liked it when, from time to time, he caressed my bare breasts.
I wondered if he might take advantage of my vulnerability and use me sexually, but he showed no inclination to do so. Maybe I'd done too thorough a job of fellatio. That thought almost made me giggle with delight. When my meal was complete, I thanked him. He responded by cuddling me on his lap and we both rested against the jeep for some indeterminate time. After that, he put me back onto my 'feet', replaced my ball gag, cleaned up the picnic area and drove away, waving. Of course I couldn't wave back.
I spent much the afternoon resting in shady areas until I heard music off in the distance. I slowly headed for the music until I saw lights through the trees. There seemed to be an outdoor party and from what I could see, it was a really good one. Using the trees and their shadows for concealment, I positioned myself so I could watch what was happening. Someone very wealthy seemed to be having a catered party in the woods, complete with overhead lanterns, tables of food and drink, and music. All the people looked beautiful to me and seemed to be having a grand time. I envied the women in their fine gowns, watching as they danced closely with the men. I wondered how many would end up having sex later.
After a bit of time spying on the party, my eyelids drooped. I was exhausted and fell asleep in my hiding place. I was awakened at dusk when the food jeep arrived. My tracking collar hadn't moved for hours but they knew where to find me. The party area had been transformed back into woods and a meadow, with no sign of the lanterns, tables, or party guests. This time, the guy just picked me up, carried me to where his jeep was parked, and propped me against it. Removing my ball gag, he helped me to eat and drink again. When I was done, I begged him, "Please, please release my arms and legs. Being bound this way is very hard on me, Sir."
