Big Eddie is back and he's written another wonderful piece for me to share with you. I'm sure most bondophiles have dreamt about being kidnapped and indeed many boast about their escapades. However it is interesting to hear about the failed attempts as well. A reminder that bondage doesn't always go according to plan (some times with humorous consequences - sorry Eddie!)
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Your hands and and feet are securely bound, your mouth is efficiently gagged, a blindfold covers your eyes, and you're in the back of a vehicle heading for parts unknown. This scenario is one I've found in most bondage lovers top fantasies. For some reason we all want to be kidnapped, and the annoying thing is it's damn hard to arrange.
For myself I’ve had kidnap fantasies for as long as I can remember, coloured of course by my own specific fetishes. For me the ultimate kidnap would be to be grabbed off an empty street or some isolated place by a couple of large gentlemen, dressed in dark suits, leather gloves, and stocking masks. From there to be bundled into the back of a large black limousine where I'm efficiently bound, gagged and blindfolded. One of my captors gets in the front with the driver and the other sits with me in the back to look after me or so one might say. On the journey I'm informed I'm being taken to their boss for unspecified reasons, but if I want to survive the night I'd better be fully cooperative.
I could go on but that would be my fantasy, and what I want to talk about is the reality. I will admit since I first got into bondage I've wanted to make my kidnap fantasies real and the truth is I've found it damn hard. I soon discovered many would chat about kidnap and claim all sorts but when push came to shove the excuses would begin. "Sorry I'm busy", "oh I'm washing my boyfriends hair". Nothing came to pass most of the time. I have no issue with fantasy and have enjoyed more than my fair share but be upfront and say it's just fantasy and not for real.
Please do not be like one contact who claimed to be a burly builder complete with big white van, only to turn out when we met to be not a builder, far from burly, and worst of all didn't have a van or any transport beyond a bus pass. That gentleman got politely told I did not think it would work out.
Thankfully as I did grow in bondage experience I met some good friends who were willing to try and create a kidnap for real. The first time a buddy, who best remain nameless, agreed to pick me up at a remote bus stop near the M25 in north London. It was a good place away from houses but on a main road. Our timing was good. Soon, after I was dropped off the bus and left alone at the stop, he pulled up. He got out the car and acted like he had a gun in his pocket and ordered me to turn away from him. Arms were grabbed, wrists then bound, and a bandanna forced between my jaws. In the car quick were his next words, despite the quiet location we were both worried another bus would come or a a car would pass.
That was then he fun started I'm a big guy and he was driving an average compact car. Let's just say, despite lots of huffing and puffing and pointless shoving, victim and car failed to fit. Add to this our mutual nervousness and the exercise turned into a farce which quickly ended when we heard the sound of an approaching vehicle. Gag and bindings were hurriedly removed, my buddy scrambled back into the car and with a quick sorry drove off leaving me dishevelled and sweating by the roadside stuck waiting for the next bus back into London.
Another of those good friends lives in northern Canada and as such is blessed with hundreds of miles of backwoods logging roads and empty country a short drive from where he lives. A location totally ideal for kidnap play not like crowded urban London and with the added benefit that he is an extremely experienced player and is very much into the same stuff as me.
The first time we tried it started well. I fit the car, was bound and duct tape gagged (my introduction to clear duct tape) and off we went. Soon off the main highway we turned off onto a logging road, hardly more than a wide dirt track. A few minutes down the road as we neared our destination there was an all mighty bang and the car jerked to a halt. We had hit a damn great pothole in the road. The driver got out, my captor got out. It soon became clear the front left tire was stuck in the pot hole. That pretty much killed the fun. It took all three of us to push the car out the hole and back on the road, by which time we were sweaty, muddy, and distinctly tired out.
A few years later I got the opportunity to visit my mate again and the subject was raised. This time we planned in detail and in advance. The road would be checked out before this time, we'd all bring the right gear, suits, ties, gloves, etc. What could go wrong and indeed it started well. I got a proper stick up from my buddy and was led out to the waiting car, a huge SUV he'd borrowed for the day. Plenty of room this time huge back seat. Properly bound with rope hand and foot, classic bandanna gag and covered with blanket for first part of ride. Off road no problem, half hour ride deep into the woods. My mate hamming up his gangster role to the max.
It seemed perfect. Eventually we arrived at the clearing were I was to get my comeuppance. Feet untied and taken out the car to be tied to one of the nearby trees. We got about six feet from the car when seemingly out of nowhere a huge cloud of small black flying insects appeared and literally swamped us. It was awful, they got everywhere, at least my gag stopped them getting in my mouth and nose. My friends were not so lucky. Plus as we quickly discovered they bit as well. A rapid retreat to the car entailed with crazed attempts to kill the insects who got in with us. Again the moment was lost, and I was untied. We drove back to town stopping off at the drug store for lots of insect bite cream.
So that's my experience of being kidnapped, a far from glorious set of events and I suspect I might have done better than most, for whom kidnap is just a dream. The worst thing about it all is I've now had a taste of what's possible and damn it it just makes me want it even more. I know next time it will go to plan. Well I hope so.
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