When someone suddenly grabbed my wrists and covered my mouth with his hand, I was so surprised that I didn't think of screaming at all. "Let's shut this bitch up!" He announced, like in a bad gangster movie, or an interesting porn, critized by one of his partners. A second voice cut through the war of words between the three men sharply. It belonged to a guy under whose balaclava I could only make out greenish eyes that flashed like sapphires as they turned to me. By now I was squatting on the floor and they were wrapping tape around my wrists behind by back, a number of strips I could barely count. "Don't worry, we're not here to do any harm. We're getting something that belongs to me and..you're not going to get hurt in the process, all right?" Like a lighthouse in a storm at sea, his voice came through to me reassuringly. Is this how one felt during a robbery? I dismissed the thought. "But we can't have you running around here setting off alarms. That's why we are going to tie you up. Now, if my friend takes his fingers off your pretty lips, I'm going to gag you, understand?"
I nodded. Gagging. Something I had observed many times before but never experienced. As the fingers lifted from my mouth, I had automatically opened it, which must have amused my counterpart. As he laughed up, the blush rose in my face, but before I could close my lips again, he had deftly bookended a rather big sponge through it, spreading it in my oral cavity. "Good girl. Keep it all in, you can do it." It was hard, but yes, I managed to keep my lips halfway closed until that task was taken over by several thick sheets of tape. I guess the dirty work was done by the two guys behind me, while their boss continued to squat in front of me, watching their work. Watching me. "No need to blush, you're doing excellent." When he extended his hand, I didn't back away, almost hoping he'd slide it over mine in praise. Instead, he pulled the scrunchie out of my hair so that it fell in long, brown strands over my shoulders. "That's better. Take care of her legs, I'll go get the money."
Without a single touch, the stranger with his broad shoulders had disappeared down the aisle. Instead, one of the other guys slid into my field of vision, seeming less confidence-inspiring. He didn't maintain eye contact, pulling my feet jerkily toward him and wedging them between his knees to bind them in crooked, upturned tracks. Not that that would change the fact that I absolutely couldn't move, but it disturbed my sense of aesthetics. "Good, should do the trick. Come on" Without even once turning his attention to me, the second guy who had been standing behind me until just now also got going.
When these two had also disappeared, my mind slowly kicked in again.
I was sitting bound and gagged in the aisle for boxes of all sizes, at the hardware store, during the last shift on Monday, when almost no one ever came into the store. While the store was probably being robbed.
It also slowly dawned on me that there were cameras here that would show me sitting around uselessly, indulging in a fantasy that definitely didn't belong here. So, quite automatically, I began to turn my hands in different directions. I had once read that you could use it to loosen tape and eventually get rid of it, but this one had been wrapped so tightly and so often that I had little faith in my plan. More chances I had there probably at my ankles, where the tape began to squirm by the unclean work already now. But I continued my escape plan anyway, because after all the store was big and I knew my way around here very well. As soon as I could get up and walk, I was guaranteed to be able to avoid the thieves while reaching the counter with the emergency button. Even with my wrists bound, this was possible. Adrenaline rushed through my body when, after a few minutes, I was finally able to free one foot and thus get to my feet. Who knew what was in store for me if they caught me now. One side of me wanted to find out, another side preferred to do its job. So I silently started moving, listening for any noise - but there was hardly any. The three of them had to be practiced, otherwise there was no way they could proceed so flawlessly.
It was exactly eight rows before the half-height shelves came into my field of vision. Behind them was the counter where the cash register and emergency desk were hidden. Again, none of the guys were in sight. What did they want, I wondered, if not the money from the cash register? Nothing that concerned me.
I quickened my steps, walked down the aisle flanked by the half-height shelves of Sale items, and then - the door to the storage room was opened behind the counter. Green eyes scrutinized me as I paused in my movement, then narrowed. Anger? Disappointment? It was hard to tell from two eyes surrounded by the black fabric of a balaclava, but whatever it was, it made my world stop for a quick second. All my plans were instantly scrapped. "Impressive." Impressive? Not what I had expected as a reaction. "Let me take care of you now"
As if mesmerized, a nod escaped me and the stranger didn't even need to pull me with him. I followed all by myself as he put his hand around my arm and started moving. We disappeared into the warehouse, where presumably no customer who happened to still be in the store would come looking for me. There, next to a stack of pallets, he directed me to sit down. "There are a few very pretty ways I could tie you up right now." Again he squatted in front of me and I followed every move closely, even as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. "But you already know that, don't you? I bet if I checked, you'd be fucking wet. But I won't, don't worry. It's not my place to touch you like that." Reassuring that he placed such a high value on boundaries. Again I nodded, just slightly, kind of unsettled. I knew a little something already, but at least half of those options seemed terribly circumstantial. Was this how I was going to spend the whole night? In a hogtie or a frogtie, slowly loosing feeling in my legs, struggling helplessy und setting off muffled screams for help? When I dreamed about it and felt a lot easier than it did just now. "Anyways. I suppose I could get some ropes from the associated department and make you look so lovely here, that the police will think twice about untying you.." I slowly realized that he actually had all the options. Tape, chains, ropes, we had everything a good serial killer needed - or a bondage enthusiast. How I spent the night was entirely in his hands - and I liked that more than I wanted to admit right now.
"..but I'd like you to be comfortable. Even though it won't be too long before help approaches." I didn't question at all why he was telling me all this, so focused was I, first on his words and then on his actions. "Make your hands into fists for me, will you?" I obeyed and felt him wrap them with tape. Probably smooth and flawless, as precise as he usually was. "Theoretically, I could remove your wrist restraints completely now..you wouldn't be able to push any buttons anyway. But since you've already shown us what a smart cookie you are, I'll play it safe." So he renewed everything. Needless to say his words made me a little proud. I tried moving my fingers and realized he was right. The tape at my wrist was useless, because I couldnt use my fingers at all. Another scenario I dreamed about - a more humiliating than usual, so I was quite relieved that he didnt leave me behind with only my hands tied to two useless little balls. Is that normal?
"Can you bring your elbows together for me?" Bring my elbows together? Were there really people outside of porn who could do that? Before I could really think about it, my elbows were laced together as well. "You can. Good job. Admittedly, this might get a little uncomfortable in the long run, but I asked you to obey. Think of it as a..consequence for your own behaviour."
I couldn't even curse or glare at him as he also renewed the shackles on my ankles and added a few panels to my knees. "Sloppy work..." he grumbled to himself as he did so, obviously alluding to the work of his predecessor. Then he raised his eyes again and put his hand over my stuffed mouth. I gave up a muffled sound, but didnt back away. "Yeah, that'll keep you nice and quiet. Good. You won't be able to free yourself this time. But we'll call the police as soon as we're out of here..and a safe distance away. Until then..you will stay here and enjoy your free session with me." The stranger winked at me again and then straightened up. "Too bad we have to meet under these conditions. I'd have a hundred ideas for what to do with you, Darling."
Those were his last words before he disappeared back into the store, leaving me in the storage room.
Bound, gagged and wet as hell.
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