The Kidnapping Pt 01

I awoke to a hand over my mouth and a sharp blade against my throat. I was blinded by fabric tied around my head and my hands were restricted, although not well, to not wake me up beforehand, I presume.

"Scream and you'll regret it," a voice threatened. A voice that has always bewildered me but also reassured me at the same time. It was my girlfriend, and she was using her 'I'm in charge, do not fight me' voice. I went limp, willing to give in, for this was it. The day she finally kidnapped me. She's threatened it multiple times, and I've always been excited for it to happen but I never thought she would truly follow through, but today's the day.

She removed her hand from my mouth and put down the knife, to my disappointment; I've always found the feeling of a blade to be exhilarating. She replaced it, however, with cold steal, probably a metal collar if I could guess, and then violently shoved fabric into my mouth. I could taste myself on them, and realized that my panties had been removed; I was getting wetter by the second and now my only defense was practically down my throat. She stopped me from spitting them back out with another cloth, this time nothing in particular, tied around my head in a cleave gag.

As much as I loved this, I felt as though I was not restricted enough. I have always had a deep love for bondage, to the point in which sometimes I fantasize about being bound 24/7, and while me and my girlfriend are plenty kinky, I always felt like she hadn't taken advantage of this enough. She's only tied me up a few times, and only restricted me a few more, and mostly only after I've done it to her (we're both switches so that makes for an interesting time). I know that she was aware of my love for being tied up, although not to the full extent I assume, so I halfheartedly struggled against the rough rope that encircled my wrists; this rope wasn't the nicest, scratchy and bound to leave marks, but the thought just make me even wetter. She feigned aggression at this act and grabbed me, untying my hands quickly before flipping me over and pulling them behind my back. She tied them again, tight and skillfully, letting me know that she has watched bondage videos and she is prepared. In fact, she went higher and started tying above my elbows too, incorporating it in a chest harness that she was now making—wow, she's really done her research!

She left me laying on my stomach as she pulled my hips to the edge of the bed and violently shoved herself into me, leaving me gasping around my gag. I buried my face into the comforter as she started up a rhythmic pattern, the simple movement already making me incoherent (she always did make me ever so sensitive). At some point, I felt as if I left my body, unaware of my location or the, at this point, constant moans I was making; the only thing I knew was restriction and pleasure. By the time that she pulled out and came onto my back, I had lost track of the times I had cum, lost in waves upon waves of pleasure. She really was fantastic at this.

After cleaning off my back, my girlfriend pulled me up enough so I was standing, although, after what just happened, it was more like leaning. As if she wanted to keep me as out of my mind as possible, I felt her worm my corset underneath the part of the chest harness that would've covered it. As skillfully as she could (and she's gotten pretty skillful, what with her own corset), she did up the busk and moved on to squeezing the ever living life out of me. This corset was brand new, as I had just managed to reduce out of my last one, so she had a fun time pulling as hard as she could. In the end, I found myself completely breathless, having never reduced this small before, and I loved it, I was dripping, both with my excitement and my left-over cum.

I heard her wander a bit further away and rummage through something. It seemed like forever before she came back but finally, I felt something enter me again and I knew what it was upon instinct—my remote control vibrator. She pushed it inside and then put something on me that I never thought she would do, no matter how much I wish it. I heard the click of a lock and the cold metal against me as I comprehended the fact that my girlfriend put a chastity belt on me. She had seriously done her research, she hit almost every single one of my kinks in this little kidnapping, and I loved it.

She pulled me completely back up onto the bed and tied my legs together before stepping away. She clicked the vibrator onto low and watched as I squirmed in pleasure. In my state, I heard her laugh before commenting on my situation.

"Maybe I should just leave you like this for your roommate to find tomorrow night. Wouldn't that be so embarrassing?"

I whined loudly in response and bucked my hips as much as I could.

"No? You don't like that idea?"

I whined quieter this time.

"Okay, well then I'll just take you with me so I can ravage you all I want."

She clicked the vibrator off, earning another whine from me, and picked me up into her arms, before carrying me out to her car. I was worried about someone seeing us, but she told me later that she had already checked so we wouldn't get in trouble. I heard her car make a noise and I felt her set me down somewhere that had a weird scratchy carpet. I realized soon that I was in the trunk, where she couldn't hear me whine and moan at her, as she turned the vibrator onto high as soon as the door was closed. This was going to be a long ride.