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[F4A] I was half-joking when I mentioned wanting to be kidnapped and held captive as a sex slave for my birthday weekend.
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BDSMWriter is a female looking for anyone
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(Based on true events. Like a DPP-ception)

But apparently I'm too kinky for my own good. What's that saying? You reap what you sow, chickens coming home to roost, actions have consequences.

All those were applicable to my current predicament.

I had made an off hand gesture to my wife and a few of our closest friends that I had always had a fantasy of being kidnapped and held captive in bondage for 12 to 36 to 72 hours. To feel withdrawn from the world. To have no idea where I was. To have no idea of the time of day let alone what day it was. It was an arousing thought, and one that I wrote about often and thought about way too much.

That night, a few days before my thirty seventh birthday, I joked to the group that it would be a helluva present. They all laughed and rolled their eyes my way. They knew. That all knew how kinky I was, how much bondage and fetish orbited around me.

So, it's perfectly reasonable for one to say "Well Olivia, what did you expect?" a few days later, one day before my birthday, when I was woken up by an elbow crushing my windpipe and a gloved hand over my mouth. I at first thought it was my introduction to really rough sex with my wife. But when I tried to roll over in bed and grab her hands, my own limbs were ziptied together and my eyes were covered. Some sort of cotton fabric was jammed into my mouth and held firm with heavy duty tape, wrapped a half dozen times around my head.

I was thrown over a shoulder, transported downstairs, into the garage, and dumped into the hatch of a vehicle.

From there, I was transported to a second location where I was lifted once more, brought into a downstairs location, and chained to the walls via a metal collar. My hands and feet were free of their zip ties, but it didn't matter. I wasn't going anywhere.

(Hello DPP, I thought this would be a good introduction to the scene while leaving it a touch open for you to put your own preferences upon it. Feel free to change how I was left in the basement. I kept it simple for now. A blank canvas if you will.

Kinks: bondage/bdsm, heavy bondage/sleepsacks/armbinders/jackets etc, encasement, chastity, anal/plugs, dubcon/noncon, humiliation.

Limits: scat blood animals gore piss underage)

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