Stephanie's Bondage Stories
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You can only be so hidden
🕑 Added 2025-05-17 03:37:33 +0000 UTC(All individuals were willing and able participants over the age of 18+)
Have you ever been in a situation where you don’t know which decision is worse? Like no matter what you do, it’s not going to end well for you, so trying to weigh the options is nearly impossible? I have, and right now, I am in such a position. At this moment, I am currently observing a very productive wife cleaning and organizing her bedroom. She’s clearly doing some much needed spring cleaning, doing laundry and other household chores. She’s very focused on her work and completely oblivious to my presence.
Shocker to no one, but I have once again been tied, gagged, and locked in my dom’s closet. This has happened before, but it never gets easier. The closet this time is double doored and pretty small on the inside. Clearly this isn't a clothing closet but maybe a closet for things like sheets and linen objects. That might be for the best as if I was kept in their actual closet, I may be discovered.
She’s got her airpods in, so no noises are going to easily reach her, including my cries for help or the sound of the vibrator lodged in my crotch at a high setting. The thing that really terrifies me is that the cord that plugs the vibrator in goes outside the closet doors and connects to the wall nearby. So if she were observant, she would see the cord leading straight to me. I guess this closet being in the corner makes it so it's not too obvious, but still, she will probably discover me at this rate.
Should I add even more insult to injury? Well my clothing situation is less than pleasant. I am currently enjoying a pair of panties and nothing else. I guess I have ‘X’ shaped pasties on my breasts, but that's not really going to help my situation, might as well be nude. That’s right, I am basically naked in this closet. How am I going to explain myself once she finds me? “Hey, your husband paid to strip me down, tie me up, and keep me captive in your home”. I hate when this happens.
On that note, I feel like I have narrowed down the possible outcomes of her discovering me. A) She will most likely freak out and question her husband, possibly getting police involved. B) She freaks out and somehow blames me for being in this position, which could result in my harm. C) She completely ignores me because she is either in on it or doesn't even see me somehow. And lastly D) She never discovers me and goes about her life without ever knowing. I really hope I won’t have to deal with her anyway.
Not like I can even talk to her, I have several layered gags preventing me from speaking, let alone making noise. My mouth is stuffed with my own socks. They felt warm and smelled like my body lotion when he shoved them in my mouth. Several pieces of duct tape pressed against my lips and covered cheek to cheek. A cloth OTM gag was then wrapped around my mouth, followed by the duct tape being thoroughly wrapped around my head. It was finished off with a tight OTN gag. This dom did NOT want to hear me, and now his wife won’t either. Let’s say I actually wanted to be saved, I’d be screwed. I can barely move (I’ll get into that), I can barely make any noise, I am hidden from sight, and the only person nearby has no idea and isn’t paying attention.
He used ropes on me. They were a soft nylon with a black color, opposite my white cloth gag. He tied me in a peculiar way, forcing me to sit stationary. He first frogtied me and then tied my ankles together, forcing me into a criss-cross position. I couldn't extend my legs or pull them apart, basically keeping me from using them to move or kick. My torso was tied normally, except my arms were placed in a reverse prayer, with plenty of rope to pin it down in a harness. It was a bit painful to struggle, so I had to sit still and just accept my captivity.
He may as well have taped my hands too, but luckily he didn’t, not like I could escape from this tie anyway. This closet is dark, small, kinda hot, and all I can see is in the small gap between the doors at a woman who may be less than thrilled to discover me. I was a bit grateful he stripped me down to barely anything before hiding me, this closet is a bit stuffy and I am sweating all over, it’d be a nightmare if I had clothes. Still, a sweaty, naked, bound and gagged 25 year old woman in your closet isn’t going to be easy to explain. Speaking of which, where is my dom? One second I am being fondled on the floor of his bedroom and the next he stuffs me in this closet, throws on the vibrator and says he’ll be right back. That was like 45 minutes ago.
Did he know his wife would be home? Maybe he was going to get something and his wife came home and started working, forcing him to play it cool and wait for a window to save me? Wouldn't be the first time. She was getting through her chores pretty fast and it was the only thing I could watch to entertain myself besides this stupid vibrator. She was moving back and forth from the bed to her closet to hang up clothes, until she eventually brought out a vacuum. Well, if I wanted to call for help, it would be insanely pointless now. Airpods plus vacuum is a powerful tool to drown out a noisy captive.
Not that I was noisy. I could barely hear myself, and this gag was forcing me to remain calm to keep my breathing regulated. Annoying to say the least. The wife plugged in her vacuum across the room from me, lucky because if she saw the outlet where my toy was plugged in, she’d surely connect the dots. She began cleaning, sweeping and moving across the room, getting closer and closer to me. I of course, decided to call for help and maon to the vibrators consent edging torture, but of course, she never heard me. She actually got so close that she hit the closet doors once or twice with her vacuum, still not seeing the cord that sunk under the frame.
I decided to get really cocky and go all out. It seemed like nothing I did got her attention, so what if I really let loose? I squirmed and screamed in my gag with all my might. My legs jerked up and down, still tied in a way that forced me to sit there all stationary.I thrashed and tried to break free, pulling down with my wrists to see if I could break free of this tight prayer tie. I wiggle my fingers and try everything to see if the ropes could get loose. No luck. I did end up getting careless and slammed my back into the wall behind me, which must have produced a loud enough thud to get her to pause, look around, and then proceed like it was nothing. Maybe I should take a break and catch my breath instead.
She moved away from me, I guess I was safe, for now. Once that was done she began stripping the bed. She took off all the sheets and began folding them, except the comforter. She took all the sheets and blankets, placing them in a basket and leaving me alone in the bedroom for a spell. I was half expecting my dom to return and inform me of some plan, but she returned quickly, giving me no chance of escape. She then bundled up the comforter in a messy wad and turned her head right towards me. Oh no, she’s going to store that in here.
I began to panic. What was she going to do once she found me? She could hurt me or the police could get involved and this would turn into a huge disaster. This was going to be so embarrassing. She approached the doors, surely this was it. She opened them, tossed the comforter on top of me, covering me completely, and then closed the doors. Did she just…? Did she see me? Why was she being lazy now? I shook the comforter off of me, needing to restore my vision so I could see why she missed me. I had to squirm and rotate my body enough to get the comforter to fall to my side.
When I was able to see again, I looked and saw she was gone. She must have heard something or maybe remembered something. Regardless, she missed me due to this distraction, whatever it was. I took the biggest sigh of relief and could tell a tear had escaped my eyes. I was that scared huh? I really wanted to be released at this point, I knew she wouldn't let this chore go unfinished, she'd come back to put the bedding away normally and then she’d really find me. Not like I could do anything, not without my dom to release me. Guess I’d have to wait.
While I waited for my captor to return I recalled a scene that eerily mirrored what had just happened to me. There is this old 90’s movie called ‘Small Soldiers”, basically a company installs this powerful AI into these G.I.Joe knock off toys that become sentient and want to complete their military objective. The point is, they end up at this family's house and decide to systematically remove each family member so they can operate without being detected. They use sleeping medicine on the parents and then get caught shortly after by the younger brother of the main love interest. They then capture him and stash him all tied up and gagged in the downstairs coat closet. When the love interest comes home from a date, she enters to a loud TV, asleep parents and doesn't pay attention when she haphazardly throws her coat on the ground of the closet, covering her brother who is unable to get her attention. Funny enough she too gets tied up and gagged by the soldier and her barbies. I know her damsel scene is more famous, but it’s the scene with her brother that mirrored mine in a way.
It is actually a secret fantasy scenario of mine to be discovered by someone, only to either be taken advantage of, or completely ignored. Like a scene where someone finds me, sees me, and just decides to pretend like they never saw anything, sealing me away again. It’s a silly trope but it adds to the helpless feeling I crave. To be ignored and treated like my captivity is okay is something I quite enjoy. Unfortunately, I don’t think this housewife is going to respond the way I am hoping.
Maybe I should consider escaping? I can be pretty good at that with the right scenario and ability. First I’d need a way to get my legs freed, sitting in the criss-cross position was forcing me to sit on my bottom, so it was not going to be easy to maneuver. If I get my legs free, I'd have to get out of this closet and on my feet. Easier said than done considering the walking obstacle just a few feet from me. I’d also have to somehow consider doing all of that quietly, which in such a tight closet like this was not going to be an easy operation. I guess I also failed to consider that I'd need my hands free to find and wear my clothes. I imagine he hid them in my bed somewhere away from his wife. Guess all I can do is just sit here and think about escape.
While I sat here, I noticed something particular, the vibrator stopped. When did that happen? How long has it been off? I was glad to stop fighting the edging but at the same time, if this vibrator is going to expose me, it might as well be on. A toy that’s attached to me and not on is pointless. Maybe she bumped into it and unplugged it, these things don't have batteries so It’s not like it dies, just has no power.
My body was so hot, and sweat was dripping down my back and breasts. How am I going to get out of this situation? I can’t escape on my own, but I have no way of finding or calling my dom. This damn gag is too strong, can’t budge and can’t make a sound. Why’d he have to shut me up so much? These ropes were digging in, keeping me from moving or squirming much. I can’t flee because this closet keeps me hidden, but I need my doms attention. Talk about being stuck in between a rock and hard place. Can’t escape but can’t risk leaving my prison.
I heard footsteps and finally my captor was in sight. He closed the bedroom door behind him and approached where the vibrator was plugged in. I swear to God if this guy comes all this way to plug it back and then leave again I’ll freak out. Luckily, he seemed to be removing it and coming closer to the doors. He opened them, letting the cool AC air hit me, making my naked body shiver. He unattached the toy from me and began placing it in a black backpack by his feet. He then approached me asking me if I was alright so far.
So far?! I began to grunt and squirm, trying to signal to him that he needed to free me and let me leave, but he wasn’t listening. Instead he scooted me out of the closet and princess carried me out of the bedroom. Is this guy insane?! His wife was surely going to see me? What on Earth was he thinking? Where was he taking me? I kept quiet out of fear of alerting his wife. We reached the garage where he placed me on my butt in the back of his SUV. He untied my legs and re-tied them in a normal fashion, weaving the same ropes around my ankles, legs, and thighs. He then laid me down on my side before grabbing a cover and pulling it towards himself, hiding me from the trunk windows. He then gave me a look telling me, “I’ll take you somewhere she won’t accidentally find you, don’t worry it’s close by.” I started to yell and wriggle in my bondage as the trunk closed on me.
The differences between most car trunks I’ve been stashed in, is that this one was connected to the main car, so he could hear every grunt and muffled yell as he drove me to God knows where. The stupid cover above me kept me hidden, so I couldn't sit up and look at the window. Smart thinking I guess, don’t want your captive to signal for help. Did this turn into a kidnapping? So not in the mood for this. He wasn’t lying when he said it was going to be a short drive, we drove maybe for like 10-15 minutes before he pulled into a dirt road and shortly stopped. The neighborhood where I was being kept was about 40 minutes away from where I live, quite standard and unassuming. Wherever I am now, I must be far more isolated.
The trunk opened and the cover was disconnected, sliding back into its rolled up position against the back seats. It was still the middle of the day, so the sun was glaring and forcing me to continue adjusting my eyes from a rather dark closet with minimal light. He scooted me out, having me sit on the edge of the trunk, allowing me to get my bearings. We were in a clearing with a dense tree line nearby. He told me he had a small ranch he co-owned with a neighbor. It was just away from the road so no one would see us for a while. I looked around and saw very little. A small home and shed on the property with a barn on the way back near the wall of trees. I tried to spot any animals but didn’t see anything.
I snapped back to reality, remembering I was still bound and gagged, wondering why he dragged me out here, though he still refused to remove my gag. Instead, he lifted me out of the car and stood me up on the soft grass where he parked. Keep in mind, all I am wearing is a pair of light blue panties and black ‘X’ shaped pasties. I was basically nude and exposed out here. I was very freaked out but having a little fun experiencing some true exhibitionism. I spun around, twisting my head to see if there was anyone or thing nearby, but we were pretty much alone out here. This 40 year old man and his small but feisty captive.
The warm air and sun hit my body quickly. I did appreciate the breeze and being out of that closet, but I was still bound so that was annoying. I would have cooperated and behaved if he'd just heard me out, not like I can run away anway. He stood next to me and ordered me to start hopping towards the small ranch-style house on the property. We were parked to the side of it and it seemed like he was going to guide me along the way. I began hopping, watching my breasts bounce with each hop. I wanted to stop and catch my breath, this gag was so frustrating but he forced me to keep going regardless.
I bounced and hopped, all while moaning and complaining through my gag. We eventually got to the back side of the house and onto a little concrete patio area. There was a table with an umbrella in the center with two chairs. I was instructed to take a seat in the one in the shade. Thank God. I took a seat and he decided to do me a kindness and loosened the top OTN gag, exposing my nose to fresh air for the first time in hours. I had arrived at his home at 10am and he reported that it was now close to 1:30pm. Had I really been kept prisoner for that long? Not my all time record but still, time flies.
He sat next to me, enjoying the naked view of his captive. He occasionally squeezed my breasts or rubbed my shoulders. We did agree to some groping in the contract and session agreements, plus he was doing it at the start of the session before he stashed me, so I wasn't surprised. We sat outside, enjoying the nice day. I don’t know why he refused to cloth me or let me go, but at least I wasn’t being kept inside in yet another stuffy closet. Though the sun was still kinda beating down, it was only 80 degrees but I could still feel the heat while sitting out there. I wanted lunch and water and freedom, but our contract was for six hours and I was only a little over halfway.
I had to wonder what he must have been feeling. He has a young woman, completely exposed and at his mercy. A slave or prisoner he has complete authority and domination over. Not only that, but his captive is willing and submissive too. People would kill for that I imagined. He must have felt like a king having me in his possession, not trying to say I’m the greatest prize on Earth, but I felt very valued by the way he was currently treating me. From a stowed away object, to a person he was keeping company. I tried to relax, but the ropes and bondage were taking a toll, I had to just tough it out and treat myself to aftercare.
Funnily enough, some of my friends had sessions today as well. Miley was supposed to meet a client at a hotel he wanted to practice rope rigging on her. Avery said they’d been asked by a gentleman to entertain him by his pool. God I wanted to see that. I think Sam said they had a client too, but she never elaborated what her plans entailed. It was a Saturday after, but seeing how many of us were on the job was quite surprising. I definitely wanted to check in with them and share. That’s actually become something we’ve started recently. We have a group chat of me, Sam, Miley, Mia, Avery and we hope to add Lily soon. Lily has been a bit quiet on the kink side of things and a couple of us think she may be backing out of this paid hobby. None of us blame her, it’s a very weird and niche job and it can be scary and awkward at times. I’m hoping to take her to lunch sometime soon and gauge her thoughts.
Speaking of Lily, that girl had Mocha skin with the way she tanned, and if I stick my feet out from this shade, I could get a pretty good tan too, though I’d also get rope marks embedded in my tan and that’d be a nightmare to explain. I decided I’d play it safe and keep to the shade, kinda like how I kept to the shadows of my closet prison earlier. While I’m sitting here, I did want to touch on my closet fascination. People have (fairly) asked why I liked to be stashed or stowed away while in bondage. The easy answer is that I crave helplessness. Being bound and gagged is one thing, but being kept isolated in a secure, out of the way place is thrilling, really adds to the intensity. I also love the feeling of ignorance on me. People nearby, completely oblivious to my peril, it's a wonderful troupe and amazing feeling.
I actually plan on a big birthday celebration at my apartment where many of my kink friends will be enjoying a forced sleepover. They aren't aware of what I have planned, but I’m going to imprison and capture all of them one by one. It’s going to be great and I have everything ready for them. That story will probably not be ready until June though, mainly because it hasn't happened yet. I should probably be focusing on my current peril. Can’t tie up girls when you yourself are all tied up. The man seemed to be relaxed on his phone, but I could tell he wanted to move inside. I used my legs to point at the house, making it look like my idea to move inside. He gladly obliged and once again, forced me to hop towards the door to the home, letting me inside.
It was a very plain looking home, nothing out of the ordinary. He asked me to sit on a wooden chair near where we came in and I obeyed. I was tired of hopping around and glady sat back down. He then rudely reapplied my OTN gag. I protested with my muffled grunts, but he ignored that. He actually had a few bundles of rope at this home too, conveniently kept in a cabinet in the corner of the living room area. This rope was the standard tan color and he used it to attach me to the chair. God, I was really getting the full captive treatment. From bed to closet, closet to trunk, trunk to yard, yard to chair. Quite the bondage journey today it seems. He rubbed my thighs and boobs again, I was sweaty and gross but I could tell he was very excited.
He decided that he was ready to have his own personal fun and took the vibrator out of his bag. Oh no not again. He secured it in place, same as last time, plugged it in, and set it much higher than before. I yelped in my gag and began to squirm uncontrollably. He then took a piece of loose cloth from a nearby counter and wrapped it around my eyes, blinding me. This is getting ridiculous. Luckily my time was up soon, so all I had to do was endure this and I’d be home free. I could tell I was being used as his ‘muse’ for his own personal pleasures. I was a bit grateful I couldn't see anything, but I could hear crystal clear so there was that.
While he was enjoying the sight of my nearly naked and helpless body, he suddenly stopped and started to move around the house, walking away from me and towards the front of the house. He started to mumble angrily with a hint of panic. Did someone show up that wasn’t supposed to? That would be typical for me during sessions like these. His mumbles got more frantic as he started to approach me with his loud footsteps.
He started to move my chair around, I could tell he was looking for the knots needed to free me, but his rushed panic changed his direction towards moving my chair completely. He dragged me across the house and moved me to what must have been an empty room off the side. Are you kidding me? Once again, stashed away to keep me hidden from someone completely uninvolved in our kinky games. Regardless, he took the time to replug in the vibrator in this new room before closing the door and ordering me to stay quiet. If you want me to stay quiet, why on Earth would you continue to use this vibrator on me. I guess I didn’t mind it too much, this time the setting was similar to how it was at first, low enough to edge me but not enough to soil myself.
I tried to listen but it seemed like he went outside to speak with whoever arrived. This guy was incredibly popular or incredibly incompetent with his planning. As much as I enjoy the feeling, I do wish some doms didn’t risk my cover being blown so often, my heart can only take so much. Since it was quiet in the house, I decided to struggle and treat this like a real abduction scenario. I squirmed in the chair, tugging on the ropes and looking for some slack or way to escape. God it was actually kind of cold in this little house, but I was working up another mean sweat. How can someone feel so cold and hot at the same time?
My body felt heavy and tired, the sweat started to stick to me, not helping me slip out of the ropes, but just making me feel more uncomfortable. I probably sweated out all my perfume and shampoo at this point, not to mention the amount of rope marks that were going to line my body would definitely keep me in long sleeves for a while. I strongly recommend not having plans after an intense bondage session, gotta take care of yourself and hide any aftermath or markings.
I rocked the chair back and forth, really trying to break free and to my utter surprise, The ropes actually slipped and I was able to slip out of the ropes securing me to the chair’s back. He didn't really secure me anywhere else to the chair like the seat or legs, so I shimmied and fell right to the floor. In the process, the blindfold slipped off as well, hanging around my neck and restoring my eyesight. I was tired, but not exhausted, so I wanted to see if I could make it to my feet and hop around, spying on my dom. I don’t know what compelled me to do this, maybe just to get back at him.
I crawled over to a wall, my legs and feet were still bound so I had to wiggle and worm my way with all of my strength. Once I reached the wall, I made sure to flip to my back and sit up, scotting until my back was to the wall. Now came the hard part, I pushed up and positioned my feet to have enough leverage to push my way upwards and stand up all the way. This took several tries, with multiple failed attempts resulting in me slamming my butt on the wooden floor of the room I was left in. With enough patience and effort, I was able to get all the way up. I quickly hopped over to a nearby bed to catch my breath. This stupid OTN gag was making my breathing so limited, that it drove me crazy.
Once I regulated my breathing, I hopped over to the window and adjusted the shades with my nose. I was able to see my dom standing next to another man. They were both standing by a truck, discussing something I couldn't hear very well. It wasn’t an argument, more like they were planning or discussing something about the property we were on. I had to make sure not to mess with the blinds too much, my dom had his back to me and the other man was looking in my direction. After a while, the man got in his truck and drove away and my dom came back inside.
I realized that he was about to return to his captive who had somewhat escaped, but honestly, our time was up soon so he couldn't punish me too much. I decided to hop to the bed but slipped and slowly fell to the floor. He must have heard the thud and came running over, finding me laying on the floor. He laughed and checked if I was okay. I nodded in an exhausted manner. He picked me up after cleaning up and carried me outside to his SUV, still tied up. He placed me lightly in the trunk and once again, sealed me in for our drive back to his place. I didn’t think about anything other than being released but wondered how he’d get me past his wife.
Once we pulled up, he carried me inside from his garage and into his bedroom. Everything was clean and proper and I noticed the closet I was stashed in was open and the comforter was folded and tucked away in a corner. So she would have eventually found me after all, thank the lord he moved me to the secondary location, otherwise this could have gone really south. Looks like she wasn’t home anymore, this might be our best chance to get me free and on my way out of here, don’t gotta tell me twice.
He laid me on the bed and finally untied me. I was more sore than I’d imagined and I felt more dehydrated and tired than I ever had before. I got my clothes back on, which just consisted of my matching light blue bra, teal hoodie and black skirt. I threw my shoes on, telling the dom he could throw my socks away after being used as my gag for several hours. I got to my car, (parked across the street) and drove home. All I wanted to do was sit on the couch and get a message from someone pronto. Hopefully, one of my girls or hell even Avery were available.
