T his
was the first kidnapping event I posted in months. I had
been unusually busy this year and I almost felt like I
had better things to do, but since most of these events
turn out to be a bust, I thought I would post it anyway.
I practically spent the whole day with a hard on just
thinking about it.
The location was new, so that added a bit of apprehension.
I wanted to be sure I picked a remote enough spot that
people could get to it, but that there was little chance
of traffic or other people coming by. The spot I chose
was a huge electrical tower on an untraveled service road.
I will definitely use this spot again. Not having done
a kidnap event in months, I was a bit nervous and not
quite as brave as usual. Ironically, at 5 in the afternoon,
the entire city lost power when a transformer exploded
across the street from my office. How many times does
that happen in your life? Knowing I picked an electrical
tower that I was supposed to be at in a few hours gave
me some concern, but I decided not to overthink it and
just do it. But I couldn't help but think about how maybe
this was a sign.
Well, I arrived at the location in vinyl and my nylon
flight suit. I spent the first few minutes trying to figure
out what was around me. I took a whiff of poppers, got
my hard-on going, sweating in the vinyl, and then tied
my hands to the base of the tower.
 I sat there for some time. It was dark, and the tower
had thick shrubs all around it. I was just about ready
to call it quits, jack off, and go home, when a car came
down the service road. The car drove past a business where
there had been some traffic all night, but this car drove
further, so I knew someone was coming for me.
I ducked down a little bit, uncertain,
and watched. It was a limo. I thought "Oh, great.
Some friggin' high-school prom thing. Some kid's gonna
bang his girlfriend right next to me while I'm tied
to the tower just feet away."
After the car stopped, the driver got out and slowly
walked over. I couldn't make him too clearly in the dark.
He got behind me and put thumb-cuffs on me, binding my
hands together. He walked me to the limo and put me into
the back seat, laying me face down. I was caught up in
the moment. With me laying face down, my hands cuffed
behind me, he duct taped my feet together, put my leather
hood on me, closed the doors and we drove off.
Now, at this point, you have to realize
that most of my encounters have been scenes that occur
right there at the spot I pick. Rarely does anyone ever
want to "travel".
That said, a few minutes passed while in the car, and
then a few more, and then a few more. I began to get a
bit concerned because it seemed like we were gone for
hours. The longer the drive, the more I wondered about
how serious this guy is about playing a scene. This, so
far, has taken some serious effort.
  Later on, I realized we drove to Palm Springs, an hour's
drive from my kidnap location. With my hood on, he guided
me into the house and threw me onto the bed. He uncuffed
me, outstretched my arms and chained me to the bed. Now
that I was inside the warm house and not in the cool night
air, my hard-on was raging since I was beginning to sweat
in the vinyl. The cold weather nylon flight suit added
some great warmth and the sensation of being cocooned.
I was in total heaven.
He pulled my hood off and the sudden shift from dark
to light felt like I witnessed the blinding light from
a nuclear explosion. It took a few minutes to adjust.
Suddenly, he started to duct tape my mouth. Wrap after
wrap, the duct tape sealed me in.
A moment later, I heard the sound of plastic coming from
behind me. With me laying face down, he laid on top of
me and slipped the plastic bag over my head and cinched
it shut. I could hear him breathing and moaning. He was
totally getting off on my suffocation. The air was slowly
leaving and my heart rate was rising. Every now and then,
he removed the bag, I caught my breath, and we began again,
repeating this process for some time. It was getting more
intense every time and we were both ready to shoot our
loads.
Near the end, he left the bag on
a bit longer. The vinyl, the flight suit, the sweat,
the duct, the bondage, the breath control — all of it — was
perfect and I shot my load inside the suit.
 He got off of me and stood beside the bed, removed the
plastic bag and grabbed the duct tape. He wrapped a few
strips around my head, covering my eyes and face. This
vision turned him on even more (a real duct tape fan).
I heard him start to jack off, getting totally aroused.
He loved the scene as much as I did, because he shot his
load and we obviously both had a great time.
We chatted afterwards and decided
it was time to get me back "home". We were both hungry, so we stopped
at a small diner somewhere on highway 10. I was a little
apprehensive, because the vinyl and flight suit ALWAYS
keep my dick hard. I wasn't really looking forward to
a "public" place with me in a flight suit trying
to tame a hard-on. Well, I guess it bothered me more than
anyone else. I would be in it all the time if a boyfriend
said to do it. But by the time we were done eating and
by the time I got home, it was close to 5:30am. On a work
night. With no sleep. And I had to be at work by 8.
It was all great fun, but I was virtually in a coma the
whole day. :-) Can't play that late again on a work night!
lol
The photos on this page were taken by my abductor and
he e-mailed them to me after the event.
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