Storage Wars

(All Following events depicted contain characters that are 18+ and consenting to all activities)

What is happening? How long have I been like this and why can’t I remember who or what did this to me? I’m trying to get my bearings but my senses are dulled. Firstly, it seems I can’t hear, I can feel what seems like headphones placed on my head and covering my ears. There is some weight to them, which means they must be noise cancelling, I truly can’t hear a thing. Next, is the blindfold. I can’t see and there isn’t even a gap in the bottom like with most blindfolds. Either this one is the real deal or this blindfold is partially wide and covers more area. Though, I’m struggling to believe in the ladder as this blindfold doesn't feel big or pressed against a lot of my face, just the broader areas over my eyes. The most obvious feeling is being gagged. It feels like my mouth was stuffed with a large ball gag and then some tape or leather or something was layered over it. I do feel something sticky and firm on my cheeks as I adjust them, so tape is definitely part of the gag. The last thing I can tell for certain is that I am in an incredibly tight straight jacket and my legs are frogtied with leather straps. My arms are placed in front, like a typical straight jacket and I can tell I’m not showing any cleavage because I can feel the jacket against my breasts. 

Now that I am getting a feel, I’ve also noticed the floor is soft, almost padded and that I can’t move very much. Trying to move results in something tugging me back, like a leash or chain. I can’t move left or right or forward as something is tugging me back to the center of the space I am in. I can tell that this space I am in is small, seeing how I don’t have to lean very far for the chains to pull me back. I can’t tell they are chains, but the weight of it feels similar.

How long have I been kept like this? How did I end up in such a predicament? What’s kinda crazy is that most people would be freaking out or panicking during a situation like this, but for me, I am incredibly calm and collected. I am a bit frustrated however, that I can’t recall how or why I ended up here. I can imagine this was a dom’s doing, but why are there so many holes in my memory? I wondered how long I had been kept for, considering I couldn't remember, I had no real concept of time. 

I started to wonder if the situation I was in was legitimate or not. Like was I actually being held prisoner or had my kidnapping been for real? Under most situations or settings, I’d be terrified, but for some reason, my brain and body both felt like this was normal or meant to happen. It’s a hard feeling to describe, but a feeling I trust very well. I continued to shift around, trying to gather more information about my imprisonment. When adjusting my left leg, I felt something stuck to my upper thigh. I was two objects strapped to my upper thigh that weighed very little but wouldn't budge or slip off. I figured it could have been some sort of restraint but that theory wasn’t holding much promise overall. 

I didn’t bother calling for help or making any noise beside the unconscious grunt or moan through my gag. I could tell I was making some noise but not enough to hear it through the headphones. The room or space I was being kept in was probably sound proof and in a secluded part of a home or building. Wherever I was, it was somewhere secret and secure. Since I had nowhere to go and nothing better to do, I decided to try and think about what had happened recently, that might help explain why I am in this pickle. My memory took me to my apartment, I remember eating cereal and reading messages on the escort site I work for. I remember sorting through bad request after request just waiting for something fun or worthwhile to appear. There have been times where I have declined every single request and gone days before something good or decent to show up. 

Like usual, I was starting to get to the bottom of my inbox when the final message was something of substance. It was some guy asking about real deal isolation bondage and if I’d be interested. I remember him going over all the procedures and info. He sent videos and his profile even checked out as legit. I do remember setting up a playdate with him but I just couldn’t remember details like his name or what we had in mind for the session. Clearly, whatever bondage I was stuck in now, must have been what he had planned. Waking up in a padded cell all tied up with sensory deprivation must be linked to this guy who just so happened to be interested in the very thing. 

I felt the ground start to tremble a bit, like a thumping feeling. A few seconds later a pair of hands reached out and touched my cheek, causing me to recoil in confusion and fear. I began to call out in my gag for help or a response, forgetting my headphones were still on. Eventually the headphones came off and the voice of a man started to come in clearly. “Looks like you're squirming some more! Are you enjoying yourself?” I shook my body to try and get him to remove my blindfold or let me go. “Calm down, you’re okay. It’s a lot I know but you’ll get used to the feeling. In case you are worried, I have a camera in here watching you every move, I won’t forget you in here.” This kind of talk wasn’t what I wanted to hear, but at least I was being given some context.

He started to peel off the tape on my face, exposing the ball gag underneath. I could feel his hands start to push my head down so he could reach the buckles behind, undoing the straps to remove the gag. Once he did I took the biggest breath of air and he told me to suck on a straw he placed on my lips. Once I found the tip of the straw, I drank without hesitation. Luckily, it was water and was just what I needed. Once done with that, the blindfold came off and I could now see my captor. It was a middle aged man, maybe 50 or so. He had huge arms with tattoo sleeves and a long beard. He was wearing jeans and boots with an odd white shirt to go with. I could barely see the room outside of my cell from beyond his frame, it was a basement or maybe a cellar. The floor was cold looking concrete and a washing machine lined the wall opposite me with some stairs going left to write leading upward. 

He could tell I was looking around and commented, “Don’t worry, the cell is soundproof, no one can hear you in there, not to mention, they probably can’t hear you down here either.” Not exactly what I wanted to hear but great. I decided that with my gag removed, I need to get some clarification from him. “How long are you going to keep me like this? Did you kidnap me?” He chuckled and then realized I was being serious. “Yeah you agreed to all of this, I can show you the consent form and everything.” He pulled out a physical copy of the form we use at the escort service, showing I agreed to this treatment clear as day.” Before I had the chance to follow up, he pulled out a wad of clean panties from his pocket and began bundling them up. “No wait! I still have more ques–Mmmph!” He shoved the panties in my mouth and began placing big strips of white PVC electrical tape over my mouth. The strips hugged my mouth and went from cheek to cheek. 

I moaned and whined in my gag as he began twisting the knobs of the devices strapped to my leg. I realized in horror that they were vibrator boxes and the cords let into my panties, meaning I had two bullet vibrators in me that were about to go off. He turned the knobs high and backed up to close the door to my padded cell, sealing me in the dark. I called for help but remembered he explained that there was no chance anyone would hear me. I decided to take him at his word and save my energy. I still couldn’t budge much and the vibrators made it hard to focus. At least my vision and hearing were restored, only to really be replaced by the torture I was now subjected to. 

I started to remember more about how I got into this situation. I remember him explaining that he used to work for a very famous/notorious bdsm company called Gord or something. I remember looking into it and finding some very unique and hardcore bondage devices and girls dawned head to toe in latex or leather while strapped to these bondage machines. My head was exposed and I was wearing brown pantyhose so I had no visible leather outfit. I remember him wanting to expose me to two types of isolation confinement he had in his home. Clearly, this padded cell was one of them but I could not remember the other. Had I already experienced it? Or was it yet to come?

I continued to struggle in my straight jacket to no avail. It was really squeezing my boobs, making it somewhat hard to breathe at times. Being restrained in a straight jacket is a very odd feeling, it’s like being forced to hug yourself. I am very much a hands behind the back girly, so this was a change of pace for sure. I was right about the chain predication as well, as they were indeed chains keeping me in the center of the cell. I thought more about what I could do while in this cell, but the damn vibrator would cause me to lose all focus every time I tried to regain my focus. I could hear footsteps outside my cell, maybe he was coming to let me out. But the sounds were a lot less heavy, and it sounded like things were being dropped on the floor. It was very faint, but I could hear maybe the laundry machine being used. 

Was he seriously doing chores while keeping me captive? I wanted to yell at him but this tape was so sticky, it was completely sealing my lips and shushing me. That jerk gagged me and left me in here to be tortured while he gets to do house chores. Then suddenly, I had a new thought race across my mind, maybe it wasn’t him but his wife or spouse or something. This guy could definitely be married and he could be keeping me hidden in a room that no one lingers in to keep me stashed properly. His wife could be near feet from me and she’s got no clue I am in here. Or maybe yet, maybe she does know I’m being kept in here. Maybe she goes along with her husband's kidnapping schemes and just doesn’t interfere. As you can tell, I had a lot of free time to think about stuff like this since I was kept a quiet, motionless captive.

I tried hard to remember how I got into this situation. I remember we scheduled it on a weekend. No one would miss me for a day if I went missing so it was the perfect day to be confined somewhere. I remember driving to his home, I had on a pink shirt, white blouse, brown pantyhouse and white heels. Something cute but something easily removable for some things he wanted me to try on. I remember arriving and being led down to his basement. I think he had me try on straight jackets until I found one I liked? Was it for comfort or aesthetic? I remember he was gagging me and then he layered this cloth over my nose, I remember he told me he was testing an over the nose cloth gag idea. 

I didn’t have that cloth when I was in my cell earlier and I still don't have it now, in fact, there's nothing dangling from my neck or on the floor, so where is the OTN gag? Wait, I fell asleep, I mean I woke up in this cell. I had no idea what was happening because I wasn’t conscious when the blindfold and headphones were applied. I’d remember that. I was sitting in a chair when he was getting stuff ready for our session and the next thing I know, I’m heavily secured and deprived in this cell. Did he? No way he would do something like that? Did he chloroform me? 

My mind began to race a bit, He very well may have. I did not agree to that, I heard it could be dangerous so I never wanted to do anything like that! He must have, it’s the only explanation to why I was so confused and out of whack. I began to thrash in my bindings, trying to see if his camera story checked out and he’d actually come check on me. During my thrashing, I heard a clicking noise, which sounded awful like little padlocks on my back bouncing around whenever I moved. This guy was good, maybe too good. Not only did he have me in a straight jacket but he even padlocked me? This guy was taking no chances on letting me escape. This might be the most secure I have ever been. I was still mad he potentially drugged me, but I had to admit, I was impressed with his work as a captor. 

It was impossible to keep track of time in this dark padded cell, but I could at least tell that it had been at least another hour or two. The vibrators ran out of battery after my third climax and I really needed to use the restroom. I think he could tell I needed to be released because I could barely hear more footsteps outside the door to my cell. The door did open and he began to unchain me and pull me out of the cell. Now that I was out, he began to loosen the jacket and straps keeping me in a frogtie. Once out of the jacket, I realised I was wearing a bra and nothing else on my top half with the jacket removed. He escorted me to a bathroom where I was allowed to clean up and do what I needed to do. 

After I was done, I came out and realized I never removed my gag. I began peeling it away and spit out the pantie onto the basement floor. I walked past him and sat on a chair where I noticed my bag was placed on an adjacent table. I also spotted another water bottle and quickly snatched it so I could hydrate. Once I was feeling myself again, I crossed my arms, put one leg over the other and prepared myself to grill him on what he did to me. “Did you drug me before putting me in the cell?” He looked at me and kinda shifted his head in confusion. “He replied, no nothing like that, we were testing some things out and you kinda dozed off.” I fell asleep? Why would I fall asleep? “How is that possible?” I asked him. “We put you in the straight jacket and once you sat down on the couch over there, you kinda dozed off. I decided to finish getting you set up and put you in storage.” I had no recollection of this. “But I remember you used a cloth gag on me, was that not laced with chloroform?” He gave me another puzzled look and said, “I didn’t put anything on it, I did however remove it so you could breathe properly while in the cell.” 

He was making sense and my imagination was clearly running wild while I was confined. I took a deep breath and apologized for my outburst and accusations. He even showed me the same light blue cloth he gagged me with, showing it was dry and smelled nothing like chlorine. I believed him and began stretching in the chair. He informed me that we had reached the halfway point and that 4 hours had passed while I was in captivity. He claimed I had three more to go (a little under three hours to be honest) and that I had agreed to one more form of confinement. I nodded my head and told him to prepare what was necessary.

He came back from upstairs carrying a duffle bag and started removing items on the table next to me, it was filled with latex and leather accessories and apparel. I was kinda shocked at the assortment of choices. We settled on wearing a latex catsuit with a leather corset. It was really tight and did no favors for my boobs by squishing them tightly once again. I got the chance to wear ballet boots for the first time and they are insanely hard to walk in. I have had my fair share of tricky heels to walk in, but ballet boots are on a whole other level. He had me stand by this odd cylinder device in the corner of the room. I put my arms behind my back where he placed my arms in a tight leather armbinder. He then applied a large series of belts and straps around me to secure me in place. He finishes off the bondage by wrapping me in an absurd amount of blue saran wrap.

Once I was tied up, he once again ordered me to open my mouth where a new set of clean pantied were stuffed in, followed by more of that PVC tape. He then applied a gwendolyn hood to my head and pulled my hair through for the ponytail at the back.  The hood was pulled tight which further silenced me and kept the tape in place. Now comes the crazy part. While on this cylinder platform, he then put a metal collar from both sides of these poles on each side of me and attached it around my neck, kinda holding me in place. He did the same thing with my ankles, attaching a large metal cuff which connected to both poles to my sides. I was starting to get confused why I was being attached to this device and its purpose and then I noticed the chains that were placed nearby. The chains were leading upward and there was a crank wheel beside them.I had no idea what this thing did. Maybe it spun me around? I don’t see the point in that as causing me to feel nauseous while gagged would be dangerous. 

He then comes over and explains that the device I am now attached to is called a silo. Essentially, I will be raised into the air, directly upwards until I am sealed into a cylinder silo in the roof. He informs me that I won’t fall and I will be able to breathe perfectly fine up there. My eyes widen as I have no clue what he is talking about and don’t intend on being kept suspended in this contraption. Of course, I’m gagged so I can’t properly protest my confusion or fear of him properly. Before I have a chance to calm my nerves, I begin to slowly ascend. The platform beneath my feet starts to tremble as the whole cylinder begins to climb off the ground. I see my dom using the wheel to pull me up towards the silo cell. He tells me to have fun and enjoy the view, whatever that means before I start to enter the silo. 

Once I reach the top, the platform I’m standing on acts as a seal to the silo, blocking out sound or light. Who could have built something like this? Does he keep women in storage like this? It's a pretty effective way of storing captives or organizing slaves. I tried budging or squirming in my bondage but found no way to really move. I could barely move my neck and had no way to call for help. I did notice a tiny little glass window to my right. It was a small sliver in the wall. I tried to squirm and rotate just a bit so I could see what it was. I took a lot of thrusting, but I was able to turn the platform and see what this little light was showing. At first I thought it was a light for me to see, but I was actually seeing a very tiny glass window, just at eye sight of his front yard. It was crazy to see that I was basically looking at his yard at eye sight. No one would see me down here, this window was too small and out of sight. I could barely see my car parked across the street, how cruel to see freedom so close yet so far.

I thought about all the times I had put on display before or the times I did public bondage, but this was sort of a weird mix of the two. This neighborhood I was in was quite barren, there weren't many houses but a lot of trees and it was really quiet when I arrived. I imagined I wouldn’t see too many people waking or active outside to call for their help, not that it would work, I imagine this tiny little window is solid and noise won’t escape, plus I doubt anyone would see me. I like being secure but this guy took it to a whole other level. I couldn’t even budge that much and even if I did break free, I was still locked in this silo cell. I do like a dom who knows how to keep their sub under lock and key, I especially love a dom who can keep their captives secure and quiet. Being tied up is one thing but bound and gagged while imprisoned is icing on the cake for me. There is something really pleasant about not only being bound and gagged but also being placed in a secured space where I can’t escape. Tons of damsels can just roll or hop their way to freedom, but if you're locked in a cell or cage while tied up, then you're not going anywhere. This dom clearly thought that way, which I respected and appreciated. I may be someone's toy or damsel, but I can learn to appreciate the work or effort they put in.

This tiny view might have been the only thing keeping me from going insane. It was something to keep my mind engaged since I couldn't move or talk. I noticed that this dom in particular loves making his captives into objects and putting them in the most secure storage imaginable. Plus he went the extra mile of making these contaminants pretty hidden for the most part. I thought about this silo and the implications. Is there a silo that lowers onto the ground, maybe you cover it with carpet or a rug and then boom, a damsel hidden in plain sight but also completely invisible. I thought about the padded cell I was in, was it flesh with the wall or maybe hidden behind a shelf or box, I couldn't remember because I wasn't paying attention to the cell once I was released. I have been kept in hidden rooms or places before, which I love, but this was probably the most hidden I have ever felt.

Time ticked by and of course I had no way of really telling. At least with no vibrators, I had a chance of focusing and keeping track of my wits. I was starting to get somewhat uncomfy from the bindings and by this point I have been gagged for nearly six hours or so. I decided that, in my now ample time to sit and wait, I’d decide what I do once I was released and sent home. I tend to do this often when I'm tied up, I think about the future and sort of make a to-do list in my head to sort out the rest of my day. I considered the self care I’d receive once I was home. I tend to really relax and detox after a grueling bondage session in order to rest myself. I have a couple of personal rules with bondage that have kept me safe and organized. My biggest rule is no BDSM when sick or recently sick. I like to wait 48 hours after a major sickness before engaging in any bondage activities. Another big rule is no back-to-back bondage sessions on the same day or the day after. I need at least one or two reset days after a big session so my body and soul are ready for the next. One time, I decided to do a mummification session the day after a very long kidnapping session and I nearly passed out from exhaustion during the mummification process. I was so drained and sore that It almost made that session feel worthless or a mistake. Luckily it was still very fun but I paid the price the following day and was so sore and drained for the entire day. 

I shockingly wasn’t very hot in the silo. It must have been air conditioned because I never overheated or sweated uncontrollably. I could tell I was sweaty but not to a point of uncomfortability. I tried listening to see if I could hear the dom below me, but everytime I stayed absolutely quiet, I heard nothing. I wondered if there was a camera in this silo as he did mention there was one in the padded cell. I was also still shocked that the chloroform accusation went nowhere and that I simply got too comfy and fell asleep while bound. Luckily, my mind could finally take a break because I heard the chains begin to move and slowly but surely, I was starting to exit my silo and make my way back to the basement floor. Once I reached the floor, my dom informed me that there was little over 20 minutes left in our assigned session and that he would use the time to release me and send me on my way. 

Lots of doms can get lost in time and many release me when the session is over. It does eat at some extra time when I am not on the clock, but I tend to not mind as much. It appears this dom wanted to end things more punctually. He cut away the saran wrap and worked away at removing all the belts and straps. He then removed the metal cuffs/collar holding me in place and allowed me to sit on a nearby couch to remove the outfit. It took a bit longer than expected to remove the catsuit as latex really hugs the skin and kinda forms tightly to it. Once removed, I dug into my bag for my blouse and skirt and threw them back on. He handed me a plastic bag which contained my panties and pantyhose that were soiled during the first imprisonment. Thankfully I always bring spare undies just in case. He escorted me upstairs, into the deep evening light. I arrived somewhere near 11am and my phone said it was a little past 6:30. What a day. I hopped in my car and just as I was leaving a car slowly rolled past me with a girl exiting and walking to the door of his house. I’d never seen her before, but it looks like she too maybe getting ready to be stashed away for a bit, maybe even the night.