Amber’s Weekend Kidnapping (F/f) part 4 added 25 March

[JulieG]

The hands on the clock literally crept round to three ok clock. 14 year old Amber could not concentrate a much this Friday after she what arranged to spend the weekend with her aunt Dannie. A month or so back this would not have been anything special, however since discovering her love of being tied up, and finding out the rest of her family had all played similar games at her age, she had arranged to be “kidnapped” by Dannie.

Her heart pounded with anticipation as she waited for the bell to signal the end of the school day. She had been so busy planning this weekend that she had barely studied for her tests. Thankfully, she had managed to keep her secret from her friends, who she could not bear the thought of them finding out.

The bell finally rang, a sweet sound of freedom that echoed through the hallways. Amber quickly gathered her things, her school bag feeling lighter than ever before. She walked out of the school building, her eyes scanning the sea of faces for any sign of her aunt. The park was just across the street, a place where they had agreed to meet. The warm summer breeze kissed her cheeks as she stepped into it, feeling the crunch of the path under her black flat shoes. She was dressed in her usual school uniform: a crisp white shirt with a black tie neatly knotted around her neck, a blue dress that fell just above her knees, and a matching blue blazer that hugged her slender frame. The black tights she wore felt like a second skin, giving a sense of constriction and warmth in the humid summer day.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, a message from Aunt Dannie. "Behind the oak tree, don't be late." The excitement grew stronger with every step she took towards the park. The oak tree was a familiar landmark, its broad, gnarled branches casting welcoming shade. Amber's heart fluttered as she approached the spot, her pulse racing as if she were about to embark on a rollercoaster.

The moment she reached the tree, she spotted the dark blue Volvo XC60 parked a few meters away, its gleaming finish reflecting the setting sun. The car was empty, but she knew her aunt was nearby, waiting for the right moment to make her move. Amber took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. This was the thrill she had been craving, the kind of weekend that would fuel her imagination for months to come.

Her eyes searched the area and fell upon the silhouette of a figure leaning against the tree, dressed in a sharp business skirt suit that whispered authority and elegance. It was Aunt Dannie, her light brown curly hair tied back in a messy ponytail, and her legs crossed at the ankles in a pair of black heels. The tan tights she wore emphasized the muscular contours of her legs, hinting at the strength hidden beneath the professional exterior. Amber felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as she recognized the look of anticipation in her aunt's eyes.

Dannie stepped forward, a playful smile playing on her lips as she took in Amber's nervous yet excited demeanor. "You made it," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She opened the back door of the Volvo and gestured for Amber to get in. Amber's heart was racing like a wild horse, but she complied, sliding onto the cool leather seats, feeling the soft fabric of the caressing her. Dannie followed, closing the door firmly behind her.

With swift, practiced movements, Danny tied Amber up using four or five zip ties to secure her hands behind her back and binding her ankles together with half a dozen. Her knees followed, using toes below each knee which interlocked with the one on the opposite knee. Amber couldn't help but feel a thrill at the tightness of the restraints. The plastic bit into her skin slightly, sending a tingling sensation up her arms and legs. A clean sock was then stuffed into her mouth and secured with several pieces of duct tape, silencing any protests or pleas she might make. A leather blindfold was the final touch, velvet lined its smoothness pressing against her skin as it blocked out the world around her and the Velcro strap fastened behind her head She took a deep breath, feeling the restriction and the thrill of the unknown wash over her.

Danny fastened Amber’s seat belt then got into the front and started the engine with a quiet purr. The car glided away from the curb, and Amber felt the gentle tug of the seat belt against her body as they picked up speed. She leaned back into the seat, her breathing shallow and rapid with excitement. The motion of the car have Amber an idea to work out where she was being taken by judging the turns.

The first few minutes of the drive were tense with excitement, but soon the rhythmic motion of the car lulled Amber into a state of relaxation. Her muscles, which had been tense with anticipation, began to loosen under the pressure of the zip ties. The gentle hum of the car's air conditioning and the occasional sound of the engine shifting gears became a soothing backdrop to the silence of her thoughts. Her blindfold combined to put her in a state of sensory isolation and she soon dropped off. Danny glanced at her bound and gagged niece from time to time in the mirror and smiled to herself as she took a tortuous route to her house, ensuring Amber was completely disoriented on their arrival.

When the car finally came to a stop, the suddenness jolted Amber awake. The engine ticked as it cooled, and the sound of gravel crunching beneath the tires as they pulled into a driveway was unmistakable. Danny climbed out and opened the back door, "Wakey, wakey," she said, her voice a gentle command. Amber's heart skipped a beat as she felt her aunt's firm grip on her arm, undoing the seat belt and helping her out of the car, but she remained bound gagged and blindfolded, totally unaware that she was on her aunts driveway. The smell of freshly cut grass and the distant sound of a lawnmower filled her nose, hinting at their suburban destination.

Danny led her to the side of the house, guiding her carefully over the uneven ground as she hopped unsteadily, her legs still tied together. The key turned in the lock, and the door opened with a creak that was eerily familiar. The air inside was cooler, carrying the faint scent of lemon-scented cleaner. Danny kicked off her heels and helped Amber remove her shoes before making her hop into the lounge.

The softness of the carpet was soft against Amber's stocking feet after the gravel outside. The sensation of the fibers rubbing on her tights made her sigh with relief and she wiggled her toes no longer constrained in her school shoes. She could feel the gentle give of the sofa behind her as she was pushed down.

"Comfortable?" Danny's voice was like a warm caress in the silence.

Amber nodded, unable to speak with the sock still in her mouth. She felt a slight tugging at her shoulders as Danny slid her blazer down her arms. Soft ropes were tied around her elbows before the zip ties on her wrists were cut , the pressure easing, and her blazer was removed. Danny methodically replaced the tight zip ties on Amber’s wrists and legs with soft yet, coarse rope that slithered around her skin, tightening and looping into intricate patterns. The process was both gentle and firm, a dance of dominance and care that sent shivers down Amber's spine. The ropes dug into her flesh, but the sensation was not painful, rather it was a constant reminder of her aunt's presence and her power. Danny removed her school tie and undid a couple of buttons in her blouse before tying ropes round her shoulders and chest, pinning her arms to her back, then adding a rope round Amber’s thighs, below the hem of her skirt.

“OK. Make yourself comfortable whist I get some food ready.” Said Danny as she padded in her stocking feet into the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of chilled white wine as she checked what was in the fridge.

[Blackfox74077]

this is a great 1 hope to hear more

[Dpsiic]

An exciting start looking forward to the next instalment

[Caesar73]

I like this latest Chapter very much!

[Monty]

Really nice chapter, always love zip ties being used in these kinds of stories.

[JulieG]

“If you can keep her quiet all weekend that’ll be a first.” Said Mara on the phone to her sister as Danny busied herself making dinner. She looked over at her niece Amber all tied up in the lounge, her chest rising and falling, fingers and toes wiggling from time to time.

Amber's heart pounded against her chest. The smells of sizzling chicken and onions filled the room, making her stomach growl. Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her body remained still. The gag in her mouth was thick and uncomfortable, muffling any noise she might make. Her eyes useless in the darkness behind the blindfold as she wondered what her aunt's intentions were for her. Gradually her struggles had become little wriggles which themselves became less as her mind wandered. Would she be kept tied like this all weekend. Would she be tickled, tormented and tortured. Would she be locked away. Her mind ran through multiple scenarios.

Danny, her aunt, hummed a cheerful tune as she chopped vegetables in the kitchen. Her nylon footsteps were silent on the tiled floor, giving Amber no warning of her approach. "Alright, sweetie," she said, her voice a little too cheerful, "Dinner's almost ready. I hope you're hungry."

Amber felt a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her. She had dozed off for a bit, the adrenaline from the initial shock wearing off and the comfort of the sofa lulling her into a fitful sleep. Her eyes snapped open behind the blindfold and she tried to jolt upright, the ropes tightening around her chest and thighs. She squirmed in protest, the gag pressing against her cheeks and mouth.

"Easy, easy," Danny's voice was soothing. "It's just dinner time."

It had been just over an hour since Amber had been tied up on the couch. Two hours since her aunt had first secured her in the back of her car. The ropes had bitten into her skin slightly, leaving a faint impression of their pattern on her wrists and ankles. The fabric of the blindfold was slightly damp from her sweat and the gag had started to chafe against her mouth, making it dry and uncomfortable. Despite her discomfort, she felt a strange sense of excitement. The thrill of the unknown washed over her.

"Alright, let's get you into the kitchen," Danny's voice was a sudden intrusion into Amber's thoughts. The gag was loosened and then removed entirely. The sudden rush of cold air against her wet mouth was a relief and she took a deep breath. The smell of cooked chicken filled her nostrils, making her stomach growl even louder than before. "Ready to hop?" Danny asked, a hint of mischief in her tone.

Amber nodded, her cheeks red from the pressure of the gag. With her hands still bound behind her back, she tried to sit up, her legs bound together at the ankles, knees, and thighs. She managed to get her feet under her and awkwardly hopped off the couch, feeling the rope at her tummy tighten with the movement. Danny led her by the elbow, guiding her through the short hallway and into the brightly lit kitchen. The contrast from the dim living room was stark but Amber was unaware with the blindfold still in place.

With a gentle pat, Danny helped her into a chair, the wooden legs scraping against the tiles. "Sit still," her aunt instructed, "I don't want you to tip over anything." She felt more ropes added round her chest, tummy, thighs, and her legs were bound to the left front leg of the chair at her shin level. Next she felt the chair being pushed forward and the legs of the chair scraped against the floor as it was positioned at the kitchen table.

The sound of a glass clinking against the tabletop made her jump. "Here you go," Danny said, placing a cold glass to her lips. The sweet, cool water soothed her dry mouth and throat, the liquid trickling down as she took small sips. She heard the clatter of a plate being set in front of her and the smell of steaming chicken wafted towards her. Despite the situation, Amber's hunger overwhelmed her. She hadn't eaten since lunch and her stomach protested loudly.

"Open wide," Danny said, holding a forkful of chicken in front of her mouth. The tender meat slipped past her lips and she chewed slowly, savoring the taste. The ropes around her torso made it difficult to lean forward, so Danny had to feed her with precision. Each bite was a dance of aunt and captive, the tension palpable yet strangely intimate. Amber felt a mix of fear and excitement as Danny's hand hovered near her face, the occasional brush of her fingertips against her skin sending shivers down her spine.

Once the plate was empty, Danny took a seat opposite her. "You know, I talked to your mom," she began, her voice casual despite the tension in the air. "She's given me some changes of clothes for you Afro the weekend. You'll be tied up until Sunday night, except for when you need to use the bathroom and to do your homework tomorrow." Amber's eyes widened behind the blindfold, the reality of the situation sinking in. She nodded slightly, unsure of how to respond. "And don't worry," Danny added with a smile, "you can shower."

The thought of being bound for an entire weekend was both terrifying and exhilarating. Amber felt a peculiar mix of emotions, but she knew she had to play along. After all, this was all just a game she herself had concocted. A game her aunt, mother and grandmother had agreed to. The ropes were tight but not painful, a constant reminder of her aunt's control.

"Alright, Amber," Danny said, her voice still cheerful as she untied the ropes around her chest and legs. "Bathroom break." Amber's legs had gone slightly numb from being tied for so long and she wobbled a bit as she stood up. Amber nodded, took a deep breath, and hopped awkwardly towards the bathroom door guided by her aunt, of her feet making slapping sounds down the hallway. She felt the coolness of the floor through her tights, the sensation sending shivers up her spine. The blindfold made every step an adventure, the world around her a mystery.

Once inside the bathroom, Danny untied her leaving just the blindfold in place. “OK. Fifteen minutes or I come in! Do what you have to. You can change into the fresh clothes. Once you are finished, put the blindfold on, stand with your hands behind your back facing away from the door and call for me.” With that Amber heard the door close.

Amber took the blindfold off and blinked, her eyes becoming accustomed to seeing again after more than two hours blindfolded. A pair of khaki shorts and pink t-shirt lay on the sink countertop, neatly folded. The shorts were made of a soft, stretchy material that would be comfortable against her skin, and the pink t-shirt had a cute cartoon design on the front. She took a moment to appreciate the small act of consideration from her aunt before doing her business and throwing the remains of her uniform (skirt and blouse, the tights had been ladder red by the rough ropes) into the wash basket.

. She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower, turning the water to a warm temperature. The spray hit her skin like a thousand tiny needles, easing the tension in her muscles and washing away the grime from the ropes. She washed her hair quickly, feeling a little more human with each passing moment. With shaking hands, Amber changed into the clean clothes. They were a little baggy, but they felt heavenly against her skin, which had grown sticky with sweat. Placing the blindfold on and standing as instructed she called out to her aunt.

The door opened and Danny's approached her, her stockinged feet silent in the tiles. "Good job," she said, her voice close to her ear, making Amber jump slightly. "Now, let's get you tied up again." The ropes were wrapped around her again, feeling tighter this time after her little break of freedom, tension bringing a gasp from her. The final restraint was the gag. A slightly damp, clean cloth folded and pressed into her mouth before four or five sr
Trips of tape covered it.

"Now, let's watch some TV," Danny said, taking Amber's elbow and leading her back , hopping barefoot, into the lounge. She heard the sound of the TV being turned on, the opening credits of a reality cooking show playing in the background. Danny settled her back onto the couch, the ropes around her ankles and knees preventing her from moving too much. The smell of dinner lingered in the air, making her stomach grumble again. The irony of being tied gagged and blindfolded in front of the TV was not lost on her.

Amber felt the couch dip as Danny sat down beside her. The sound of the TV grew louder as her aunt turned up the volume. The couch cushions shifted and she was pushed slightly to the side. She heard a glass chunk and smelt the faint aroma of wine.

"You know," Danny said, sipping from her wine, "you're surprisingly good at this. I thought you'd be kicking and screaming for release after the first hour.”

Amber felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth despite the gag. It was true, she had expected to feel more panic, more desperation. Instead, she felt a strange thrill. The ropes were a constant reminder of the game she had proposed, the boundaries she had set. Her heart was racing, but not from fear. It was excitement.

As the commercial break rolled around, the TV's volume grew quieter. She heard Danny's footsteps retreating down the hallway. The sound of a door opening and closing echoed through the house. Amber took a deep breath, her bound wrists rubbing together behind her back. The couch cushion beside her grew warm from her aunt's recent presence. The house was eerily silent except for the faint sounds of the TV.

Moments later, Danny returned, her outfit changed to a white t-shirt and checked red pyjama pants. Her bare feet were warm against the cold floor as she padded back into the living room. Amber could smell the faint scent of lavender, signaling her aunt had used some sort of lotion or spray after her shower. The change in Danny's demeanor was palpable; she had switched from the role of captor to that of a caretaker, ensuring Amber was comfortable in her bound state.

With a sigh, Danny settled back into the couch, her legs stretching out until her feet found their place on Amber's knees. The pressure was surprisingly comforting, a human touch in the midst of her confinement. "You okay?" she asked, her voice gentle and concerned. Amber nodded, the gag preventing any verbal response. She felt a hand stroke her hair, the sensation soothing despite the stickiness of the tape against her skin.

The TV blared to life again, the sound of the reality show's dramatic music filling the room. Danny's feet began to move, her toes tapping lightly on Amber's tummy in time with the music. It was a strange sensation, one that made Amber's skin tingle. She couldn't help but wonder if this was part of the game, if her aunt was testing her limits or simply enjoying the power dynamic they had agreed upon. The show itself was mindless entertainment, but the tension between the two of them was anything but.

The hours ticked by, each one feeling longer than the last. Amber's thoughts grew foggy, the fatigue from her long day at school and the adrenaline of her 'kidnapping' taking their toll. Despite the discomfort of the ropes, she found herself dozing off again, the steady rhythm of the show's background noise lulling her into a fitful sleep.

Suddenly, the TV was muted and the room grew darker as the lights dimmed. Danny's hand gently shook her shoulder. "Come on, sweetie, it's time for bed." Amber's eyes snapped open and she nodded, the ropes biting into her skin slightly as she was lifted from the couch. She hopped awkwardly, her legs still bound together, and was led to the stairs. She was made to sit on the stairs and push herself up step by step on her bottom before being directed to the bathroom. Once again the instruct to replace the blindfold, stand hands behind her back and call once she was ready.

[Blackfox74077]

love this

[Caesar73]

love this

Me too!

[JulieG]

Amber lifted the blindfold off and saw that her mum had packed a “My little Pony” pyjama set she had rarely worn, essentially being too old for it: pink with a blue picture of a pony on it. She had a quick wash, changed her clothes for the pyjamas, placed the blindfold back on her eyes, knocked on the door and held her hands behind her back, back towards the door.

She was expecting to be tied up again when she heard the door open but instead, when Danny entered, she simply felt her hands grasped by the wrists and she was steered out of the bathroom across the landing to another bed room.

“Lie down!” Said her aunt. Amber lay back on quite a comfortable bed. “Hands up.” She raised her hands and felt a strap being tightened around her left wrist. A click and a chink and she realised her left wrist had been chained to the top of the bed. The process was repeated on her right so she lay with her arms reaching to the top corners of the bed. Next were her ankles. When Danny had finished, Amber lay like a star fish in the middle of the bed, pillow supporting supporting her head, with her arms and legs reaching the four corners if the bed like a star fish.

“Not too tight is it?” Asked Danny in a slightly giggly tone. Amber felt the restraints. They weren’t painfully tight but they were definitely snug; only a few inches movement. “No, it’s okay,” she replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite her racing heart. She had expected to be tied up again after the bathroom but she didn’t know she’d be chained to the bed like this.

Danny leaned down and whispered into her ear, “still having fun, right?.” Amber felt a mix of fear and excitement. She knew Danny wasn’t going to hurt her, but she had never been in a situation like this before. It was thrilling in a way she couldn’t quite understand.

Her aunt reached into a pocket and pulled out a small red ball gag. The material was smooth and cool in her mouth. She felt a strange sense of vulnerability as Danny held her head still and slid it between her teeth, fastening it at the back of her head with a gentle yet firm tug. The gag was snug but didn’t hurt, muffling any sounds Amber might make.

"Good girl," Danny praised, her voice seemingly coming from farther away due to the gag. "Now, let's get some sleep."

Amber's mind raced with thoughts as she lay there, bound , blindfolded and gagged. She had never felt so exposed and yet oddly safe at the same time. Her heart thumped a little faster, not just from fear, but a strange thrill she had never encountered. She wasn’t entirely sure how to process these new feelings.

Suddenly, she felt a scratchy sensation on her bare feet. It was Danny, tickling her skin, starting at her toes and moving up her legs. She squirmed and wriggled as much as the chains would let her. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Danny’s fingures trailed up her leg, the sensation making her shiver. Amber had never felt anything like this before and she wasn’t sure if she should be scared or thrilled. She felt her aunt’s breath on her thighs, and the sensation grew more intense as she approached her tummy.

Her stomach muscles tightened in anticipation, and she let out a muffled giggle as Danny’s fingers danced across her sensitive skin. The chains jingled with each twitch and squirm she made, adding a rhythmic sound to the room. Despite her initial protests, Amber found herself enjoying the feeling, a smile playing across her face behind the gag.

Danny's laughter grew louder, her own amusement apparent in the way her fingers danced faster and more vigorously. The sensation grew from tickling to a gentle caress, sending warm shivers through Amber’s body. She didn’t know what was happening, but she felt a strange bond forming with her aunt, a sense of shared secrecy and excitement that she hadn’t felt with anyone before.

The room grew quiet except for the sound of Their heavy breathing and the occasional metallic jingle of the chains. Amber felt the weight of the duvet settle over her, engulfing her in a warm embrace. Danny tucked the edges around her tightly, ensuring she was covered from neck to toes. It was a surprisingly comforting gesture, and Amber did not feel exposed despite still being tied to the bed all helpless.

With a final pat, Danny whispered, "Night, sweetie." Then she turned off the lights, leaving the door to her own room ajar. The soft click of the bedroom door latch echoed through the hallway, leaving Amber in darkness, her mind racing.

The night stretched before her, filled with a buzzing excitement that was hard to ignore. She tested the chains again, finding that they had been secured just tight enough to keep her in place without causing pain. Despite her initial fear, the sensation of being so utterly vulnerable began to give way to a peculiar comfort. The soft rustle of the duvet and the steady sound of Danny's bedtime routine in the next room was almost soothing.

Amber's thoughts swirled around the events of the evening. The feeling of the cold chains, the smell of her aunt's perfume lingering in the air, the sensation of the gag in her mouth. It was all so strange, yet she found that she wasn't scared. In fact, she felt a tingle of something else, something that made her heart race and her palms sweat. It was thrilling in a way she hadn't expected, a secret adventure she hadn't signed up for but was now a part of.

As Danny got into bed and the house grew quieter, Amber's breathing slowed. The chains weren't painful, but the knowledge that she couldn't move kept her mind sharp and alert. Every little sound seemed amplified in the silence - the occasional creak of the floorboards, the distant hum of a car passing by outside. Her imagination played tricks on her, conjuring up scenarios of escape and rescue, but she knew deep down that she didn’t want either.

The fabric of the pyjamas was soft against her skin, and the chilly metal of the chains grew warm as the hours ticked away. The darkness was absolute, with only the occasional sliver of moonlight peeking through the gap in the curtains to pierce the gloom but still unseen due to the effective, yet comfy, blindfold.. Amber lay there, feeling the tension in her body slowly ebb away, replaced by a kind of relaxation she had never felt before. It was as if the restraints held her in a comforting cocoon, shielding her from the outside world and all its troubles.

Her breathing grew steady and deep as the house settled around them, the creaks and groans of the old building becoming a familiar lullaby. The sensation of being bound to the bed, so unnatural at first, now seemed almost natural. Despite the occasional twitch of discomfort, her body grew accustomed to the new limits of her movement.

The hours passed unnoticed, and eventually, the tension in Amber’s muscles melted away. Her mind drifted into a realm of vivid dreams where she was both the damsel in distress and the heroine orchestrating her own escape. The line between reality and fantasy blurred, and she began to feel as if she was floating in the quiet embrace of the night, no longer aware of her restraints.

Then, without warning, she was jolted awake by a vigorous tickling on her bare feet. Amber’s body jerked, the chains rattling against the bed frame. She let out a muffled squeal of surprise through the gag, her eyes shooting open behind the blindfold. The sensation grew more intense as the tickling spread from her feet to her calves and up her legs. It wasn’t the light, playful touch from the night before; it was firm and persistent, as if her aunt had returned with a newfound enthusiasm for her little game.

Amber’s breathing grew quick and shallow, and she felt her cheeks redden as she struggled to keep still. The giggles bubbled in her throat, desperate to escape the confines of the gag. The chains held firm, not allowing her to kick away from the torment. She squirmed and wriggled, the sound of her movements echoing through the silent house.

Then, without warning, a frigid shock washed over her. Danny had dumped a cup of cold water onto her face and chest. She gasped, the icy liquid seeping into the fabric of her pyjamas and sending a jolt through her body.

"Wakey wakey, Amber," Danny's voice sang out, amusement clear in her tone. Amber felt the water trickle down her neck and soak into the pillow beneath her head. The gag muffled her protests as she sputtered and coughed.

Her aunt's hands were firm but gentle as they unbuckled the chains from her wrists and ankles. The sudden release of tension made her limbs feel weightless and tingly. "Come on," Danny whispered, a hint of a smirk in her voice. "Time for a bathroom break. And a warm shower to ease the stiffness.”

Once in the bathroom Amber went through her morning routine, enjoyed a nice warm shower, then changed into the blue shirts and white vest top proved before standing, hands behind her back, blindfolded on and calling for her aunt.

[lilshinefan]

great stuff! excited to see where this goes

[hafnermg]

Great story so far!! Can't wait for more!!

[Im.V]

Great story!

[Blackfox74077]

great stuff mayb have an unexpected visitor and amber has to be handagged and gagged quickly to keep from getting there attention for some reason

[JulieG]

I’ve left poor Amber waiting for her breakfast for four months!


danny entered unseen by amber, in a baggy white sweat shirt with large pink heart in the middle, and a pair of tight bkack leggings to mid calf. She wasted no time in binding Amber’s wristsbtigether crossed behind her back before lesding her, carefully down stairs and into the kitchen. The tiled floor felt cold under Amber’s bare feet compared to the caroet of the bedroom and landing.

Amber’s stomach grumbled, but she bit her lip to keep from giving away any signs of hunger. This was part of the game, and she didn’t want to spoil the fun. She could smell the clear aroma of bacon frying and coffee brewing, and her mouth watered at the thought of breakfast. Danny had always been a good sport about playing these games with her, but she never broke character, not even when it came to meals.

Danny sat her down on a chair before tying her ankles tigether with more rope then pulling her feet under the chair so only her toes touched the floor. Tying off the rope to Amber’s wrists, the young girl realised she was tied to the cahir in a sort of loose sitting hogtie.

“Coffee?” Danny asked nonchalantly.

“Actually. Do you have orange juice please.”

Danny’s eyes glinted with amusement, as she walked over to the fridge and poured a glass. She placed it on the kitchen table with a straw. “Just lean forward sweetie Amber.”

Amber did as she was told, and Danny held the straw to her lips, allowing her to take a sip. The cool liquid trickled down her throat, and she sighed in satisfaction. Her aunt had always known how to keep the game thrilling without making it too uncomfortable.

Danny poured herself a coffee and began to feed Amber a bacon and egg roll.

"You know," Amber said, trying to keep the conversation light, "you're really getting into this whole kidnapper role."

Danny chuckled, not missing a beat as she took another bite of her own breakfast. "Wait till you see what i have lined up for you.”

Amber felt a twinge of excitement and fear mingle in her stomach. What could Danny possibly have planned next? Her aunt was known for her creativity and unpredictability. Amber had recently discovered she enjoyed playing these games, but had also learned of her mum and aunt Danny having had a pench never been quite so for being tied ip at her age too. It was like she had become a member of a secret club, fully immersing herself in the part of the famsel in distress.

Danny took a sip of her coffee, savoring the rich flavor before turning her attention back to Amber. "So, what homework do you have to do?" she asked casually, as if they were just having a normal weekend breakfast conversation.

Amber's eyes widened in surprise. "Homework?" she echoed, her mind racing to keep up with the sudden shift in dynamics. "But...I'm your captive!"

Danny's smile grew, a playful glint in her eyes. "Oh, I know," she said, setting the coffee cup down. "But Im not such a mean kidnappe as to make you miss school deadlines. And i have a way to focus your mind like never before. Now tell me, what's on the agenda for school?"

Amber's heart rate quickened. The thought of doing homework in this predicament was both absurd and thrilling. She took a deep breath and tried to recall her school schedule. "Well, I have to write a book report for English, ‘To Kill a Mokingbird’ and do a maths paper.”

“Cool. Well once breakfast is done wekll move on.”

Amber nodded, her stomach now grumbling uncontrollably. Danny had a knack for keeping the game going while also maintaining a semblance of normalcy, which only added to the thrill. She remained tied to the chair, blindfolded as her aunt finished her meal and then began to cut her bacon and egg roll into bite-sized pieces. With deft movements, Danny brought the food to Amber’s mouth, feeding her as if she were a helpless infant. The warmth of the food contrasted with the coolness of the chair's metal frame against her skin.

Eventually Amber was finished and Danny knelt to untie her feet brfote keading her out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going now?” Amber asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Danny didn’t reply, instead leading her through the hallway by the rope attached to her wrists. The wood block floor of yhe gall was a slight improvement to the cold of the kitchen tiles under her bare feet, sending goosebumps up her arms. They arrived at a door, and Amber felt the tension in the air thicken. It creaked open, and the scent of fsawdust hit her. Dannybhelped her sit on a wooden chair, yhe coolnes a shock against her bare thighs, and Amber had ghe impression she was in a vety small room.

The air was cut by the sound ofvtape being ripped from a roll as Danny knelt and began to wrap Amber’s left ankle to the front leg of the chair. This was followed by her right, then shins and below knees. More tape around her tummy and chest before she felt a soft, slightly moist cloth pushed into her mouth and , as her hair was held outbof the way, tape wrapped over her mouth and round her head several times.

“OK same as bathroom rules. When the door closes yiu can take yhe bkindfold off. You need the loo, or whenyiu finish blindfold hoes back on and knock three times on yhe door.”

Danny's voice grew faint as she stepped away, and Amber heard the door click shut. The room was small and cramped, and she was aware of the various objects brushing against her legs and torso. The floor was cold, and the air smelled faintly of old shoes and dust. She removed her blindfold and blnked in the dim light of a single bulb.

As her eyes adjusted, she recognized the space as the cupboard under the stairs. She was sat at a fesk, her school bag ro her side.

The radio outside played along, misoc interrupted by the odd time check, the only indication of the passage of time, barely audible through the wooden barrier. Danny must have left it on in the hallway while doing her chores. Amber heard the faint sounds of vacuuming and dishes clanking, a comforting backdrop to the tension of her predicament.

Her mind raced as she took out her school book and notebook from her bag. The challenge of concentrating while bound was intense. She squirmed in her chair, feeling the tapebite into her skin slightly, but it only served to excite her more. She took a deep breath and opened her book to the page she had marked the night before. The words on the page swam for a moment before coming into focus. And she began to write about the tensions and alegoty in the novel about racist peejudices.

As Amber worked on her book report, the doorbell suddenly rang, sending a jolt of adrenaline through her body. She froze, her heart hammering in her chest. What if it was someone from school? Or worse, a. friend of Danny come to call. There was a thundering as Aunt Danny ran down stairs her feet hammering on yhe stairs above Amber’s head .

"Coming!" Danny called out cheerfully.

Amber held her breath, her heart racing. The delivery driver's voice echoed through the house, muffled but clear. "Good morning, Miss. No substitutes. Do you want a hand carrying it in?”

"Yes, please," Danny responded, the sound of the door opening and the stranger’s voice in the hallway following shortly after.

Amber's mind raced as she heard the murmur of conversation between her aunt and the delivery driver. What would he think if he saw her like this? She thiught abiut what would happen if she called out. Nothing, she was gagged. What if she banged on ghe door? Panic set in, but she quickly reminded herself that this was just a game. Her family had always been so careful about who knew about their games. The footsteps grew louder, and Amber felt the pressure in her chest increase. Then the dront door closed and the knk6 sound was the radio and her aunt putting the groceries away.

Her breathing returned to normal, and she took a moment to appreciate the thrill that the close call had added to the game. The anticipation of the unknown was intoxicating. Yhe thought that a potential resuer had walked less than a meter from her, with no knowledge she wa even thee.

As the radio played on yhe time vheck told her it was 1047 when she finally finished ghe last maths question. She thought of reading back to check but d3cided against that idea. There were far mare amusing things to do.

With the blindfold back in place, she took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair, trying to relax her muscles. The tape was sticky and uncomfortable, but she knew it was all part of the experience as she banged three times on the door.

Moments later, the door opened, and she felt Danny's gentle touch on her arm. "All done?" Danny asked, her voice a mix of amusement and concern.

Amber grunted and nodded.

“Need a bathroom break?”

A different grunt and a shake of the head.”

The sound of tape ripped from the roll again and Amber gelt her arms being taped to yhe vettical sides of the vhair back at wrists and elbows, before yet more tape was wrapped around her chest , tummy and shoulders, pinning her in place.

Danny’s voice was softer now, almost a whisper in her ear. "Now, let's see if you can handle the next part of your weekend adventure," she said, a hint of excitement in her tone.

Amber felt the chair being pulled away from the cupboard, the sudden movement making her heart leap into her throat. Danny maneuvered her into the open space, the sunlight from the windows warming her skin thiugh she still was blind. The air hiwever felt cooler snd ther3 was the merest hintbof a breeze in cintrast tomthe still air under the stairs, but she was still taped tightly to the chair.

Danny's bare footsteps grew softer , quietly slapping on the tiled kitchen floor, as she moved away, and Amber heard her aunt rummaging around the house. The radio played on and the sound of music filled the silence, the hyped up saturday morning presenters marking the passage of time. Amber's imagination began to wander, conjuring images of her aunt setting up the next part of the scenario. What could she be planning now? Would it be something she could handle?

Time ticked by, and the sun began to warm the small room, the dust motes in the air glittering like stars in the beam that shone through the crack in the door. Amber could feel the sticky tape tug at her skin as she shifted in the chair, trying to find a more comfortable position. Despite the discomfort, she felt a thrill of excitement knowing she had to endure it all.

Just as the radio announced that it was nearing half past 12, Amber heard the sound of bare feet tiptoeing across the kitchen floor. She held her breath, listening intently. Danny had been gone for what felt like an eternity, but she knew better than to expect any kind of rescue. This was all part of the game, after all.

Suddenly, she felt a gentle tickling on her feet, and she couldn't help but giggle despite the gag. Danny had always had a soft spot for her ticklish spots. She squirmed and kicked in the chair, trying to escape the torment, but only managed to get more tape stuck to her legs. The tickling grew more persistent, moving up her legs to her knees.

Danny’s laughter filled the kitchen, and she could feel her aunt’s breath on her skin as she leaned in closer. The game was definitely in full swing now, and Amber felt a rush of excitement. She knew she had to stay in character, even though she was dying to ask for a break. She bit down on the gag to muffle her squeals, hoping it would be enough to convince Danny she was truly in distress.

The tickling stopped abruptly, and Amber heard the kettle beginning to boil, followed shortly bybthe smell of coffee brewing.

“Well ive had a hectic morning. And I think you have been productive too with that homework. Anyway. Id better get some lunch going hadnt I?”

[hafnermg]

Yau Amber is back!!

[Bondageboi]

Lovely to see Amber back, tied up, barefoot and loving it.

[Takitaki]

Great story till now, hope new part come soon

[Redman]

Thank you for this continuation!

[latin-self-bound]

Marvellous story!! I love the creativity of the aunt, making Amber endure various situations. I'm looking forward for reading the tale of the rest of her kidnapping.