How to (Not) Escape

(All participants mentioned are over 18+ of age and consent to the activities performed)

Most doms have an intention when scheduling with a model. Most of the time it’s to cop a feel or have some sort of fun that benefits them. I have had a wide variety during my time as a model but I always manage to find myself with some more unique or interesting characters. My profile does say that I am open to trying new things and having new experiences, but I never think that people will take it so seriously. 

This dom I met through the messages area of the chat was quite a character to say the least. He was really into escapology which was a thing I was somewhat aware of. He said that he was wanting to know and test just how secure he could keep a captive if given the opportunity. He said that he had a lot of experience with rope and bondage and his profile seemed to line up. I agreed to meet him and we decided to kind of make a game about it.

Firstly, I met him at a storage/garage area near his home. These units were huge and could hold maybe three or four cars inside. It had a large garage door and then a normal door off to the side. I parked in the parking lot nearby and walked to his specific garage unit. He didn’t give me much in the way of outfit detail, so I opted for a simpler look. I wore a white secretary blouse, black bra sticking out showing off some cleavage, alongside a black pencil skirt I hiked up to show off as much leg as possible, with some black heels to finish it off. I wore my glasses as well because I was going to need to see clearly for the game we came up with. I also decided against pantyhose as he wouldn't be using tape so I didn't have to worry about getting hurt. 

When I arrived, he ushered me inside to a pretty standard looking storage garage. It had shelves and boxes everywhere, but a relatively open space in the front where the doors were. He had me sit in a wooden chair in the center of the space. It was about 6pm at this time and the goal was to escape before midnight. To go into more detail, we agreed he’d tie me to the chair and gag me pretty thoroughly before leaving me alone in the unit. I would have until 8pm before He would return to check on me. If I failed to escape in the two hour period, he would add more restraints and obstacles to prevent my escape. He would then leave and return in another two hour period. This would continue until midnight. 

The prizes were pretty fair. If I won, he’d pay me double, and if I lost, I owed him a discounted future session of his choosing. He hung my purse by the door that exits the unit saying, “If you do manage to escape, you can collect your belongings and go home, no need to wait for me.” I asked what would happen if I escaped but he caught me still in the unit. He paused and said, “I guess that does not count, so you’ll be tied up again.” That seemed fair. In a real kidnapping scenario, you would not just let the victim go if they simply broke free of their restraints but not their cell.

The man got started but took some white rope and pulled my arms over and behind the chair before tying them together. He was tying me really tightly and quickly to which I asked if he was an eagle scout or something. To my surprise, he was one when he was younger. He connected a rope from my wrists and pulled it down under the chair which then connected to some ropes he placed on the ankles. He pulled it tight, causing my ankles to be pulled back and no longer touching the ground. The rope pulling my wrists kept them from being able to move or leave the chairs backside. This was clever. He was making it so that I couldn't budge my limbs to use when escaping or slamming my feet to move or call for help. He tied my legs and thighs normally, allowing for a set of ropes to secure my lap to the chair as well. He did the same to my torso, creating a harness that secured my chest to the chair as well.

I tugged and pulled and we agreed I was secure, escaping would require some effort. He then took a large stress ball and shoved it in my mouth, which I opened consentally for him. Once he got it in all the way, he took some light brown vet wrap and used the whole roll to keep me quiet and keep the gag in place. I was pretty hushed. He informed me that the garage isn't sound proof, but since it was late and I was somewhat hushed, no one would hear me unless they were really closeby. I nodded my head in understatement and he went over one last rule before we began. “These doors lock from the inside, so no one will be able to get inside but me. You can leave easily but you can’t get back in without me, so make sure you have all your things if you escape.” I nodded again and just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving me alone inside.

He had the chair facing the garage door, I had to turn my head to the right to see him leave when he spoke to me. So I decided to look around and see if there were any tools or items I could use to get my freedom. My wrists were my first goal, once they were free, everything was going to come off easy.  I decided to struggle and wriggling in the chair, looking for slack and weak spots. I noticed the rope connecting my ankles to wrists wasn’t as strict as it could have been so I tugged on it for a few minutes. With some luck, I achieved a tiny progression in my goal for freedom as the rope came undone and my feet hit the floor. With my feet now on the ground, I could use them to scoot and steer myself around the garage if needed. 

I was really grateful he didn’t use any vibrators on me for this, it would have made it one million times harder to focus. I decided to scoot towards a nearby shelf and see if I could position myself in a way to cut the rope using a corner of the shelf. They were metal so maybe there was an opportunity there. I grunted through my thick gag with every scoot, ‘play’ calling for help every once in a while to keep things fun. I eventually scooted over to the shelf, I was further from the door, but possibly closer to freedom. 

It took me some time to position myself. It's hard to adjust carefully when you have to make big movements with your legs still tied. Once in position, I tried to move my wrists against the corner of the shelf and see if that would be enough to cut through. I started slow as I didn't want to waste energy on something that may not have worked. I had no way of checking my progress due to the harness keeping me pinned to the chair back, but I assumed I was getting somewhere. There was no clock in the garage, so I had no concept of time, a fun extra challenge to think about. After a few minutes of seriously trying to cut through, I decided it wasn’t sharp enough and I would have to find a different way of getting free. I had a realization that it was actually quite fun to intentionally try and escape. I was pretty clever and have escaped doms before, but this was fully intentional. 

I looked around to see if I could spot any sharp or useful object that could be used in my escape, but there was no such luck. He must have prepared for this moment and made sure no scissors or tools were available for me to grab. I decided that the next best approach was to struggle and brute force my way out of my bindings. I tugged and could feel sweat begin to develop all over my body, especially my boobs. Boob sweat is a real problem, you know? Anyway, I considered that sweat may be useful in loosening or lubricating my limbs to escape my bonds. I decided to move as much as possible, struggling until I was out of breath. The more I sweat, the closer I may get to freedom.

I felt like I was making genuine progress on my wrists, with just enough struggling, I could be free and I’d win this bet. Just a little more pulling and before I knew it, My wrists slipped free of the rope. I wanted to cheer, but I knew I had no time to waste. I started working on the ropes attaching me to the chair, the more of my torso free, the more I could maneuver in freeing myself. I picked at the ropes long enough and got frustrated at how long it was taking to undo them, but with enough effort, I got them loose.

I began working on my legs when I heard the sound of a truck pull up and eventually, my dom walked back in. “Whoa there little lady. Looks like you got close, but you know the rules, I caught you.” I threw my hands up in anger, grunting and complaining through my gag. I crossed my arms, still tied to the chair in frustration at being caught. He told me that, because I failed at the first escape attempt, I’d be punished with some extra restraints and security. He redid all of my bindings, adding some more rope to my elbows and making sure the rope connecting my limbs was reinforced and secure. He then decided to take a silk blindfold out of my purse and put it on me. Great. Taking my vision really hinders my plans. The last thing he did, which I could only hear, was that he taped some weights to the legs of the chair, which would keep me in one place.

Once I was dragged back to the center starting area, he once again wanted me to escape before 10pm, otherwise I’d be really secure and have to wait for him to release me at midnight. With that, he left once again, leaving me in both silence and blindness. I cursed through my gag and let out a yell in anger. I was so close! Now this was going to be much harder. I realized that escaping the first round was my best chance, but I refused to give up!

I started with my chair, I needed to see how hard it was to move. Without my legs to guide me, it was going to be difficult. The weights he added made it nearly impossible to budge or move anywhere, even with a blindfold, I could tell I was still in the same general place. My motions were going to have to be much greater and more effortful if I was going to make any real progress. I decided to stay put for now and reverie to my original strategy to use sweat and motion to slip out of my wrists bonds. Though they are tighter now, I may still have a chance to get it loose with some effort.

I kept squirming, hoping that it would produce some results. It seems that it did provide some results, as my blindfold started to slip off and I was able to see. I shook my head to continue to remove it, until it popped off my head and on the floor next to me. Seeing is a good advantage to have again, and being able to check my bearings may help. There was still no sign of a tool or environmental aspect to this garage that would free me, so the squirming continued. I felt the buttons on the blouse begin to come loose as well, slowly exposing my belly and bra more and more as each one came undone. 

I figured that I could maybe try pulling on the ropes connecting my limbs and see if there was any slack or chance of escape. With a few tugs I realized that it would be a long shot of getting that loose enough. I was starting to think this was hopeless. He may have secured me to this chair for good, I dreaded what he had in store for me for the final punishment. I decided not to be a coward and fight till the very end. I thought about using all of my might to scoot the chair in some direction, maybe I could explore more and discover a way to escape. 

I tugged and jerked in the chair as hard as I coud, but the weights really prevented me from making any real progress. I grunted in my gag, upset at how often I had to stop to catch my breath. I looked around and figured it would take way too much time to get anywhere, and trying to remove the weights was next to impossible. I started calling for help out of desperation, knowing no one could really hear me, but desperate times call for desperate measures I suppose. I’ll admit, I was a bit defeated and didn’t know what else to try. I'm clever, but not that clever. 

I heard his truck once again pull up and shortly after, watch him walk through the door, discovering me having made far less progress than the first time. He chuckled at my displeasure and inability to make much progress. He told me that I once again failed at escaping and that I must suffer the final punishment before I am released at midnight. I sighed in defeat, nodding my head in understandment. He pulled me back to the center of the room, tugging at my ropes and making sure everything was still secure. He then proceeded to take a roll of silver PVC tape and add layer upon layer to my limbs and torso, further securing me to the chair. He taped my hands into fists and even applied a strip over my eyes, before reapplying the blindfold for extra darkness. He also wrapped the remaining bit of tape around my mouth, making me much quieter than before. 

I could hear him walking away, informing me that this was my last chance to escape before I lose the bet. The sound of a switch flicked and the door closed right afterwards. “I think he turned off the lights in here.” I thought to myself while trying to get a feel for my new restraints. “I can only imagine what would go through someone’s mind if they discovered or saw this.” I decided to daydream while I softly moaned in my gag and barely struggled against such tight restraints. I imagined a person walking past the garage door, not hearing or seeing anything wrong, having no clue someone was being held captive just a few feet away from them. 

I imagined another person, thinking they did hear my muffle cries for help, but when they got to the door and couldn't get in, they decided that they were just hearing things and carried on with their night. If the dom hadn’t scheduled this, or if this was off the books, I very well could have been kept here indefinitely. No one would come around often enough and with the way he secured me, I would be trapped here forever. Luckily that was all in my head and deep down I would be freed before too long. 

My body was beginning to feel tight and sore. My jaw was just starting to hurt and I was covered in sweat. Not to mention I was really horny and had no way of release. It had been a while that I was tied up without getting tortured with sex toys. This was some good ol’ bondage, just me tied to a chiar with no way of calling for help. The ropes were staring to dig into me and the tape was pressing down on me, forcing me to focus on remaining calm and breathing carefully. I could barely move in this chair, don’t get me wrong I liked being in strict bondage, but waiting around with nothing to do or distract me was a challenge. 

I thought more about the dom I was with, considering everything. What was he doing while I was trapped here? Was he driving home and then coming back? It was pretty dangerous to leave me here alone like this for such a long time, but for some reason I felt like he was keeping an eye on me. Maybe this time he never left, he was still in the garage with me and I just couldn't hear him. I wondered about the other times though as well. He clearly left me here, but how would he have known if I needed to be freed in an emergency? The good news is that if something happened to him, the site would send someone to find me if I didn’t report after being done, so I would be rescued eventually. I don’t think any model has ever been in that situation before. 

I was starting to slip into subspace, if my hearing was also blocked, then I’d really zone out. Time felt slower now, maybe because I had no urgency to escape. I didn’t really try to escape this time, I knew I was completely captured at this point. Nothing left to do but behave like a good little prisoner. He’d release me soon enough and I’d be on my way home. I was kinda ticked that he’d won the bet, knowing I’d have to discount him the next time we met. I was getting tired now, worn out from trying to escape for so long. I often get sleepy when tied up, but with how uncomfy I was, it was hard to really relax while I waited to be freed.

Time past and I was aching to be set free. It takes a lot to make me want to be untied, but we were close to a breaking point here. I had some violent squirms in a desperate attempt to break free or even create some relief for myself but I still couldn't budge. I tried to find ways to pass time, waiting to be released from my captivity. I was tired and a bit hungry, so I tried to think about what I’d get for food on the way home and if I would sleep the following morning. I just needed ways to distract myself while I waited.  

Time continued to pass and I finally jolted with joy at the sound of the dom’s truck pulling up. Shortly after he came in and walked toward me. I remember hearing him brag and gloat, but all I could think about was being set free. He had to really take his time, removing the tape, untying the knots in the rope. All very tedious but necessary. I can at least appreciate his willingness to move slowly so as to not hurt me accidentally. Eventually I was free! I stretched and spit out my gag as fast as I could. We discussed how things went as he handed me a water bottle to keep myself from feeling worse. We agreed it was fun but we would have to modify things going forward for safety reasons. He was easy to work with and open to criticism. He walked me back to my car and made sure I had all my belongings before I departed into the night.