5/29/2017

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Story Sent in by Maurice:

On my second date with Kelly she asked me to meet her at a community center in a nearby town. I asked her what event we were attending and she was pretty vague about it.

When I arrived there was no one there but she had a key to the basement and she led me downstairs to a room full of tables, chairs, and old party decorations. She told me to sit in a chair and then she tied me up with lots of rope.

Thinking I was in for something fun, I didn't resist. I asked her what she was planning about a dozen times but all she said was, "You'll see."

Once I was tied really tight she left. I thought she was going to her car to bring in something else but I heard her car start and the sound of her driving away. I called after her but that was quickly of no use. I shouted a few times but I wasn't in a place where anyone would be able to hear me. The closest house was a field away.

I could shift around the floor in the chair but I couldn't release myself and Kelly had closed and locked the basement door. My cell phone was still on me but I wasn't able to reach it. I was in an actually hopeless situation and all I could really hope was that someone would hear me or come by at happenstance, which was doubtful at that hour.

I ended up nodding off. Kelly came back some time later. There was alcohol on her breath. She untied me and said that she had been out with her girlfriends. I was exhausted but had the presence of mind to ask her why she had tied me up just to leave me there. She replied, "I double-booked myself. I know we had plans but I didn't want you to think I had forgotten you. Did you have fun?"

I hadn't. But I was too anxious to leave to tell her off. I hurried out and went home and despite the fact that she called me a couple of times thereafter, I didn't go out with her a third time.

15 comments:

  1. And you didn't call the cops because...?

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    1. Yeah, the cops definitely should have been called.

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  2. Nothing good ever comes of going down into a strange basement. I only have one more thing to say of this..."DUH!"

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  3. What a complete and utter moron. Why would you allow this OP?

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  4. You could have died. A dead man. And no one would know where you'd been.

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    1. That poor community center would open up their basement to get their Christmas decorations, and there you'd be, dead, tied to a chair, and (most ashamedly) still fully clothed.

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  5. Okay, so I have been a LONG-TIME reader (I love the content and I love you regular posters, you crack me up) and I could always hold back from commenting, but THIS broke me hahahaha. Can we please highlight the fact that he FELL ASLEEP?

    The dude is basically being held hostage...and...he....falls...asleep. I'm dying XD

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    1. Welcome to our weird little circle! Also, holy shite I just realized the implications. Either this guy has great "fuck it" weed or is completely devoid of any self-preservation instincts.

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    2. Or, the circulation was cut off to his brain by the tight ropes around him/his neck. Come on ladies, know your bondage.

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    3. Knowing your bondage means not cutting off the circulation. Amateurs.

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  6. Well to be fair he thought something sexy was supposed to happen after he was tied up in a community center. Because community centers are known for their wild sex antics. And Since he was no MacGyver and it was dark and he was swaddled in rope,all nice and cozy,a nap was in order.

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  7. I can't see how this story could be real.

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    1. Bananas, talk sexy to Jason here, then invite him to a community center basement. Let's see how long he can hold out.

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    2. hey big boy. Wanna be my Mistah Jay number two? I've got this great place we can spend some time.

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