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Storycodes: Solo-M; laundrybag; bagged; garage; discovered; F/m; bond; stuck; MM/m; cartrunk; transport; laundry; dirty; cons; X
The desire to be stuffed into a laundry bag will not go away. So I bought a large canvas laundry bag, it is 40” X 50”, which I can fit inside. It’s a tight fit. Once in the bag it’s very difficult for me to pull the draw string tight and fasten it. I really need someone to do this for me. Doing it myself is OK, but I need someone to fasten the bag so that I cannot get out. Could I find someone willing to do this? Could I trust that person?
Time went by, months. It seemed forever. Would I ever find someone to help me? I have few friends and I dare not ask any of them. What about acquaintances? Maybe I would have more luck with them. There was one guy who I thought might be willing to help me. He was very understanding but not willing to get involved is anything that weird himself but wished me luck. I was beginning to get desperate. Would I ever find someone? Sometimes things turnout great when you least expect it.
When I get into the bag myself I usually do it in the garage, which is a separate structure well back from the house. I keep an old mattress there to lie on because the concrete is cold and hard. One day I had plenty of time so decided to have a good long session staying in the bag for at least an hour. It was about 10:00AM when I got into the bag, pulled the drawstring tight. I left a gap large enough to push the plastic fastener back outside the bag. The gap served two purposes. It allowed me to pull the fastener back into the bag so I could squeeze it to loosen the drawstring to get out of the bag. Also it allowed some air into the bag so it did not get too stuffy, especially if I wanted a long session.
I settled down to enjoy myself fastened in the laundry bag. All was going well. Then I heard footsteps coming up the driveway and a woman shouting “Hello, Hello!”
“Oh shit,” I said to myself “I forgot to close the garage door.”
It was Jodi my next-door neighbor. A woman in her late forties a bit pushy and a ‘take-charge’ type. She approached the bag and quickly loosened the drawstring, demanding “Who put you in the bag?” I made no reply. She then said, “Well, aren’t you going to get out?” I kept quiet and made no effort to get out of the bag.
“You did this to yourself, didn’t you?” she said in a much softer tone. I nodded and said “yes.” “Then how were you going to get out?” she asked with a smirk on her face. I then explained how I fastened the bag so that I could let myself out. As she pulled the bag up over my head grasping the drawstring she asked, “Do you want me to pull it tight?”
“Sure, if you don’t mind,” I replied.
“Well, this is a first. I’ve never heard of anyone wanting to be tied up in a laundry bag before. Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“You’re going to get just what you want,” she said with a laugh. “Now I’m going to tell everyone how you wanted me to tie you up in a laundry bag.” She pulled the drawstrings tight making sure I couldn’t get out. Then I heard her footsteps receding as she walked back down the driveway. Would she come back and let me out?
It must have been 20 or 30 minutes later when I heard a car coming up the driveway. As it got closer I could smell the exhaust fumes so I assumed it was backing up. The car stopped very close to me and two people got out.
I heard a man’s voice say, “This must be the bag.” Another man’s voice said, “Yeah. She said it was only about half full.” The two of them picked up the bag, dumped it in the trunk and slammed the lid. They got in the car and drove away.
It was dark in the trunk and I was being shaken up by the movement of the car. I had no idea who these men were, where they were taking me or what they intended.
After some time the car stopped, they got out leaving me locked in the trunk.
About 10 or 15 minutes later they opened the trunk, picked up the bag and began carrying it. Then I heard Jodi neighbor shout, “Dump the bag in the shed. I’ve got some more laundry to stuff in it.” The bag was dumped on the floor then one of them pushed it roughly into a corner with his feet. They left, closing the door behind them.
After a few minutes they all came into the shed. By now I must have been in the bag for a least two hours and I wanted to be let out. I shouted, “Let me out! Let me out!” They opened the bag and stuffed some sheets in covering my head. As I struggled to get them away from my face they were damp and smelled of urine.
They picked up the bag, carried it back to the car and dumped it in the trunk. All three of them got in the car and drove away. Again, I was really shaken up riding in the trunk. It was very uncomfortable and cramped with hardly any room to move.
Finally, the car stopped. All three got out of the car, opened the trunk and put the bag on the floor. A few minutes later they opened the bag and pulled me out. They had brought me back to my house. They stood around laughing as I lay there on the mattress in my underwear smelling of urine.
Then Jodi said, “We really enjoyed having some fun with you. Your little secret is safe with us.” One of the men said, “Yeah. We’ll have some fun with you anytime you like.” They all walked away leaving me alone.
Could this be the start of: “The Adventures of Being a Bag of Laundry?”