This morning I left the house thinking how much I needed some relaxation, adventure, and excitement. As I turned the key and locked the door, I was aware of someone at my side. 'Veronica?' said the man. 'Yes?' I replied, not taking in who he was. 'Good - come with me,' he said, taking my arm with his leather-gloved hands.
'Who are you? Get your hands off me!!' I snapped, trying to wrestle him off as he continued to pull me down the steps at the front of the house. He looked around to see if there was anyone in the street -there wasn't. He tipped his head towards a white van and another man dressed in black stepped out and took my arm and the pair escorted me towards the van. I struggled like mad, started to scream. 'Helphhhhmmm!' I said as the ballgag was forced into my mouth by the second man. The van wasn't far away; as the ball sank deeper into my mouth I was pushed face down into the van onto a large mattress. The men got in and slammed the doors behind them. They checked the gag was tight enough. I was in shock.
'Don't move. A muscle. Don't look up. We're in charge now. And don't worry. You'll get all you desire. You're off to Julie's Island. The vacation starts with your hands behind your back, and ankles together.'
I crossed my hands; one man wrapped them several times and cinched them off; the second did the same with my ankles. Why did I let them? Fear I guess - but also a sense of freedom in letting go. There I was, in jeans, boots, a sexy top and leather jacket, prone on the floor of a van, looking at a mattress, and starting to drool.
An airline sleep mask was then put over my eyes, and I was dragged to a seating position against the van's wall. I heard one man get into the driver's seat, start the engine, and drive away. I lurched to one side and fell. The man helped me up, sat me up and cupped my chin in his hand.
'Don't worry. You're off on holiday. We'll take you to the airport, then you'll fly off. No worries, it's all taken care of. Then you'll be taken care of. The ties, the gags, the attention you crave. It's all there.'
I wanted to say 'what?'. I did. I said 'Arrt'. It sounded wonderful. 'Arrt, ot a i oong ar?'
'You make no sense. But keep talking, I love it,' replied my captor. My Captor. He was the boss. I was powerless. I couln't move, couldn't see, could barely talk. And it felt wonderful,wonderful.
'It's about an hour to the airport. Get comfy, my helpless little gaggee, and then the excitement starts!'
I had no idea how long an hour felt. But eventually, the van stopped.
'Next part now! Ready?'
Was I?
I felt a knife saw through my ankle bonds and the rope drop away. 'Just relax a moment, let the circulation back into your legs. Soon, we're going walkies,' said the first - or was it the second? - man. It'd been a long time since they'd spoken, and certainly a long time since I had. A long time since I'd been kidnapped from my home,the drool was now pouring from my ballgagged lips.
The look didn't go un-noticed. 'Nice!' said a man as he ran his gloved finger along the leather strap. Of course, my reply was just nonsense - 'pshruuuppp!'. He laughed. 'Time to fly, my little gaggee! Off we go.'
The men dragged me to my feet and from the van. Blindfolded, I saw just the slivers of light under my sleep mask, but I heard a hum - of course, we were at the airport, and I smelt airline fuel. 'Julie's Island next stop via a comfy flight', a man said. You can bet this wasn't a charter flight...
I was helped to walk to what I assumed was a plane, almost in a daze. Why was I not resisting? I felt the need to struggle, and started to shake my bound arms from one side to the other, mmmmpphhing unintelligibly through the sodden gag. I threw myself around, and felt myself lifted off the ground by the elbows and ankles, still bucking.
'Live one - jacket, eh?' said a man. I was being carried up stairs and into the plane. 'Be a good girl, now. No trouble. You've got a long flight and we want you to be comfy. Now stand up.'
My wobbly legs were placed on the floor. 'We'll untie your hands. Keep them at your sides or things will get difficult.' They did as promised, then removed my leather jacket. It was cold, the plane's air conditioning was already on, and I started to shiver.
'Let's get you covered up, Gag Girl,' said a voice from the left. 'Hold your arms in front of you. I did, and felt cool fabric sleeves being put on, and buckles done up at my back. A straitjacket!
I struggled again, this was so strange! My cries were animalistic, muffled, wet; strings of drool poured from my mouth.
'Quiet! Stop it!' shouted a man. 'You should be a good girl, or there will be punishments at the other end. You're off on holiday, but if you don't do as you're told, it might not be as relaxing as you'd hoped.'
Holiday? What holiday? Oh god, I'd dreamed of being taken to a place where my secret bondage fantasies could be indulged. But nobody knew! How had these people got inside my head? My thoughts raged, until I realised I'd been tightly wrapped in the jacket, my arms hugging my body, the garment strapped between my legs, the collar high and tight around my neck.
'Sit down. Here.'I sat where I was put. 'Get comfy, sit back.' I sat back as far as I could, feeling embarrassed and blushing. I wasn't surprised when I felt the seatbelt go on. Then a belt around my upper and lower chest, the top of my legs, and what felt like thick leather cuffs on my ankles. I was trapped in the seat - under the mask, which had ridden up slightly I could see the plane was a plush private number, decked out in leather and light wood. But now was no time to notice interior decor,it was a time to be scared. The noise of the plane's engine increased, and the men spoke.
'Time to go and leave you in new hands. It's been fun. You mmmph divinely!'
'Yeah, it's a pleasure to listen to! But we're off -more girls to kidnap.Bye. And have fun. Just relax - I don't think you know how to really let go, do you?'
I was scared. These men had abducted me but I felt safe with them.
Now the door closed, was locked, and the plane taxied down the runway. The engined thrummed; I sat in fear as the plane took off for Julie's Island. Where was that? How long? Am I alone?
Thoughts raced until suddenly, the plane seemed to hit its altitude, and the mask was whipped off and a woman stood in front of me.
Matronly, sixty-ish, in a sensible suit, dark hair.
'Hello my dear. Shocked?' she said, swinging the mask from its elastic. All I could reply was 'splmph', so drooly was my mouth. 'Oh dear, let's dry that up, shall we?' said the woman, wiping the ballgag with a large linen handkerchief.
'I'm going to look after you on the journey; think of me as a nanny for big girls!' she laughed. 'Will you be a good girl? I looked at her, still amazed at what was going on.
'Well, answer me, my girl!' she said crossly. Mutely,I nodded twice and looked down.
'Very good, Veronica. My name is Miss Irving. We shall get on very well as long as you do as you are told. Will you?'
Nod.
'Would you like that gag off?'
Enthusisastic nod.
She unbuckled that gag and removed it. My damp jaw ached and could barely close again. I realised there was no point in crying out for help - in the air,no-one can hear you scream. I took the chance to look down at my body, bound into submission. Thick red straps bound my body to the chair over the white straitjacket, and yes, I had black leather cuffs, separated by a very short chain, on my ankles.
'Drink?'
'Yes,' I replied quietly.
'Yes PLEASE, Veronica!'
'Yes, please, Miss.' Miss! I was good at this subservient bit. I had a management job where I was the boss, but I took to doing as I was told very quickly. And something told me I had no choice.
Miss Irving gave me a drink from a bottle of water. God, was I thirsty! I drank it all, and thanked her.
'Good girl. Now, it's a long journey, and I mean to start as I mean to go on. Julie's Island is restraint all the way, so you won't move a muscle on this plane. And can you guess what else will happen? Well, can you,girl?'
'No, Miss'
'Are you sure?' she smiled, reaching into a big, black leather handbag and removing a huge white scarf.
'Er, Miss, I ...' I was transfixed as she tied a knot in the centre of the scarf. She came towards me with it.
'What else will happen, Veronica? What will happen to you? Answer me!'
'I will be gagged...Miss,' I gulped.
'Correct. You're a fast learner. Now open wide.'
I did. What choice did I have? Miss Irving stood behind me and rolled the not insubstantial knot into my mouth. She tied off the scarf,so tightly it bit into the sides of my mouth. But there was plenty left,so she wrapped the rest twice around my head so tightly that it made it spin, finally knotting it tightly at the side.
'There!' said Miss Irving as she stood and admired her handiwork. 'An over-the-mouth gag looks so nice on a young lady, especially when her cheeks bulge so prettily over the top. Now, what do you say?'
Surely she didn't want me to speak? How could I? But the glare she gave me implied something awful would happen if I didn't. I gulped.
It felt like I had so much in my mouth that I couldn't take any more.
And then..
'Haaank au aaas erring' I said, carefully.
'Oh, you are good! What a good girl!' The woman had clearly worked with children. She cupped my chin in her hand, stroked my dark curls and smiled.'I think we shall get on well. Now, it's a long flight, so just relax and enjoy yourself.'
What else was there to do?