Dealing with a Backseat Driver (M/F)

[Phantomette]

I knew I had a bad habit of being critical of his driving, but my boyfriend Trevor never made it easy. Irresponsible lane changes, speeding, not looking in his mirrors often enough, it drove me crazy, pun intended. So I tended to be a little hard on him. Though I'd hate to admit it, I did really enjoy it as well. It always brought me some joy to see my boyfriend, standing at 6'1, an entire half foot above me, get a little uncomfortable.

We were planning to head to a nice AirBNB by the beach for the weekend, and there was a 3 hour drive involved. I was dressed in a white tank top and short denim shorts, waiting in the garage for Trevor, my bag in the car already. As he made his entry into the garage, I noticed he was carrying two bags. One, his travel bag that I recognised and a smaller one that I didn't. He had a wide smile on his face.

"Babe, come here, got a surprise for you," he said, motioning me over.

"Come on Trev, if we don't leave soon, we might not beat the traffic!", I replied, a little irked by his request.

"Please, babe. Just indulge me here," he pleaded.

He could always tug at my heartstrings with his eyes. I sighed and rolled my eyes before walking towards him. I could see he was pleased with himself. I got rather curious, unsure of what he had in store.

"Turn around babe," he said. I was a little skeptical, but I asked as he said. As I did, a white bandana folded into a band flashed in front of me before it was pressed over my eyes. He swiftly tied it behind my head.

"Ooo, what surprise do you have planned?", I asked, now intrigued by his actions.

"Oh babe, you have no idea," he said in a rather seductive fashion which sent a jolt down my spine. I smiled widely as he caressed my dark wavy hair. While I couldn't see, he must have moved in front of me, as I felt him grab my wrists. Before I could figure out what was going on, I felt what seemed to be rope getting wound around my wrists.

"TREV! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!", I yelled out, the garage echoing my cries.

"Relax, babe. I won't hurt you," he replied assuredly as he completed the tie on my wrists. I tried moving them, but I couldn't fight against the rope. He had tied it quite efficiently.

"What are you doing?! It's so tight!", I complained, hearing his footsteps walk away before I heard him rummage through what I assumed was the second bag he was holding.

"Chill, it's for your own good," he said before holding my arms down against my body. I knew struggling against him was useless, he had a good 80 pounds on me and was a black belt judoka. He then wrapped another rope, this time around my mid forearm and my abdomen. By the time he was done, my arms were now stuck to my body.

"Is there a reason for all this?!", I questioned, my face clearly displeased, hoping he would see it because I sure as hell couldn't.

He'd positioned himself behind me again, grabbing my shoulders, gently rubbing them, as I felt a little sense of relief that he didn't have any ulterior motive. He slowly untied my blindfold, as I let the light hit my eyes, squinting as I felt my vision return. I turned my head, looking for him and he was once again rummaging through the second, smaller bag.

He pulled out one of his white tennis socks. Being tied and having watched a bunch of movies, I knew where it was going. I gulped as I watched him walk over, slowly and carefully folding the sock.

"Trev, please hun, you don't have to do this. I won't say anything in the car, I prom-OOOMMMPHHH!", before I could finish he had stuffed the sock in my mouth, using his fingers to gently push it in. It tasted clean, like it was fresh out of the washing. He took a second to admire my sock stuffed face, before he used the white bandana that was a blindfold, pulling it between my lips and tying it at the back of my head to keep the sock in.

"There, that's better, don't you think babe?", he asked, taking a second to look me up and down.

"MMPPHH! YPPH PHHPPHH!", I cried out through the gag, my face now definitely red from the anger I was feeling.

"Oh wow, still so loud," he said before walking over to his bag. I decided to follow him, continuing to give him a peace of my mind through my gagged protests. He then whipped out another coil of rope and bent down in front of me, this time tying it around my ankles.

"RMMPHH! PHHH PHHUU!", I yelled, swearing at him in the process. All I got from him was a chuckle.

"Still too loud," he said, now grabbing two of my silk scarves from the bag. He folded the first one, a blue and white one, into a band and tied it gently over my cleave gag. He then took the other one, a red and gold one, folded it in half and draped it over my head, knotting it under my chin, babushka style. The scarf was knotted tightly under my chin, making me unable to even move the sock in my mouth, muffling my speech further.

"oomph phhmph!", I tried to call out, my cries now even more muffled than before. He'd clearly done a good job.

"Now, time to get to the car, he said, slapping me on my butt, forcing me to jump forward towards the car. It was clear he expected me to hop there. It was only a few steps, but I let out a gagged grunt with each hop I took. I could hear him laugh, clearly entertained by my plight. He opened the car door for me and sat me on the passenger seat before strapping my seatbelt in, further restricting the movement of my upper body. He tightened it to make sure I couldn't wiggle around.

"Mmmpphhh", I moaned, now my own turn to plead as I wanted him to loosen the belt a little.

"Chill, it's for your safety," he said with a mischievous smile before flashing something in front of my eyes. It was purple vet wrap. My eyes widened, what was he planning to use that for? He adjusted my headrest so that it perfectly aligned to be from my chin height to the top of my head. He then held my head, wrapping the vet wrap around my gagged mouth and the headrest at least 4 times, before tearing it off.

"Aunngg," I moaned, now unable to move my head at all, feeling rather defeated, much to his amusement.

"Don't worry, no blindfold, so you'll have to watch all the way," he said as my eyes grew wide in fear. He hopped into the car, starting the ignition.

"Mmmnnngg," I protested softly, though if I wasn't so thoroughly gagged, it would have been much louder. He chuckled again, before driving off. I had a front row seat, unable to move as he did everything that would annoy me. Changing lanes without checking a mirror, doing 120 in a 100 zone, not stopping at stop signs. I did try to protest, but the music in the car was rather loud and I unfortunately, wasn't, so any noise I made was completely drowned out. Luckily, the windows were tinted, so I couldn't be seen from anyone outside.

The three hours went by in a flash, I had to say, especially since he was speeding most of the way. We pulled into the garage of the beach house. He got out of the car, before making his way to my side, using his swiss army knife to cut away the vet wrap. I finally managed to adjust my head, leaning forward. He undid my seat belt and pulled me out of the car with his strong arms, standing me up. He slowly untied the ropes, making me roll my eyes as he was taking his sweet time.

"Sorry, babe, I just did a really good job," he teased me, causing me to grunt in anger. He undid the ropes, before pulling my headscarf down, around my neck instead. He untied the rest of the gag before pulling the sock out.

"You know, babe, that was such a peaceful drive," he said, smirking, handing me a bottle of water.

I massaged my jaw, glaring at him, before taking a few gulps of water, my mouth now completely dry, most of the moisture absorbed by the sock.

"You know," I started. "That was kinda fun, maybe we should do it again," I said with a half grin. I could see a genuine smile appear on his face.

"Well, babe, we could do it again tonight," he suggested. I returned his smile, pecking him on the lips, grabbing his arm as he lead me into the beach house for what I hoped was a weekend that may involve a little more ropework.

[Headscarf Hannah]

Great story as always babe <3

[AlexUSA3]

Fun, enjoyable story that fulfills that desire to just make her shut up. You did a good job of making it clear just why Trevor would want to bind and gag her for the next road trip.

[Dpsiic]

Great story, that’s the way to deal with a back seat driver.

[EFG1960]

Interesting story. How about one where Trevor is bound and gagged in the back seat.

[Phantomette]

Great story as always babe <3

Awww thanks babe, you're the best.