Binding his aunt (m/ F)

[Bondageboi]

"You know, Aunt Becky," young Timmy said, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "I think it's time for a little adventure."

"What do you have in mind, Timmy?" she replied, raising an eyebrow, setting down her book.

Timmy grinned broadly, revealing the gap where his tooth had recently fallen out. "I want to tie you up," he announced, as if proposing a new game of checkers.

Aunt Becky's eyes widened, then narrowed with curiosity. "Tie me up, you say? And why, pray tell, would you want to do that?"

Timmy's grin grew more determined. "So I can be like a villain capturing a damsel in distress, and then... be a knight and rescue you!"

Aunt Becky chuckled, her curiosity piqued. She had always encouraged Timmy's imagination, even if it did lead to some peculiar requests. "Alright," she said, after a moment's contemplation, "but you must promise to be gentle and follow my instructions."

Timmy nodded vigorously. "I promise, Aunt Becky. I'll tie you just like the heroes in the movies do!"

Becky's heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was an unexpected twist to her quiet afternoon, but she had always harbored a secret love of being tied up. It was an innocent kink she had discovered in her younger days, a thrill that she hadn't experienced in years. She took a deep breath and decided to indulge Timmy's fantasy, while also ensuring she'd enjoy the experience.

"Alright, Timmy," she said, her voice steady but with a hint of excitement, "you need to find something that's soft and won't hurt me, like a scarf or some rope. But remember, it needs to be tight enough that I can't escape, like in the movies. Try the laundry room.”

Timmy darted off, his bare feet slapping against the cool hardwood floor. Aunt Becky couldn't help but feel a thrill run down her spine at the thought of what was to come. The laundry room door slammed shut and she heard him rummaging through drawers. She took the opportunity to mentally prepare herself for the impending roleplay, feeling a peculiar blend of amusement and arousal.

He returned with a grin, brandishing a bundle of colorful scarves in one hand and a coil of thin white rope in the other. "Which one, Aunt Becky?"

"The scarves will do just fine," she said with a smile, concealing her surprise at his thoroughness. She had only expected a simple game of pretend, not a full-fledged bondage scenario. Timmy's enthusiasm was infectious, and she found herself eagerly playing along. “But maybe keep the ropes incase i escape.” She grinned.

Timmy's eyes lit up at the challenge, and he carefully selected the softest, silkiest scarves from the pile. "Where do you want me to tie you?" he asked, his voice betraying his excitement.

Aunt Becky slid off the sofa, smoothing her skirt down over her legs and sticking her bare feet out in front of her. "Start with my feet," she instructed, trying to keep her voice steady despite the thrill coursing through her. Timmy approached with the scarves, his eyes focused and serious, like he was about to perform a sacred rite.

He took one scarf and knelt down before her, wrapping it around her ankles. His small hands moved with surprising deftness as he secured it with a simple knot. His gaze met hers briefly, and she felt a flicker of heat in his eyes, a hint of something more than mere curiosity. She bit her lip feeling the thrill. Then, to his disappointment, with a quick wriggle of her feet, she was free in under five seconds.

“Tighter, Timmy. Like this,” she said, leaning forward to demonstrate. She took another scarf, her fingers brushing against his as she wrapped it around her ankles and pulled it tight, then cinched in firmly between her legs, the fabric digging slightly into her skin. His cheeks flushed, but he nodded and mimicked her movements, his knot tighter than the first. She wriggled and could not escape easily this time.

“OK. Try my knees now. You may need two scarves for this.”

Timmy's heart raced as he took the scarves from her outstretched hand. He had seen this in the movies before. He wrapped one scarf around her knees and secured it with a knot that was as tight as he could make it without causing pain. He then took the second scarf and wrapped it between her legs, covering the first knot, making sure it was snug but not too tight. He felt a sense of pride as he looked up at her, his chest puffed out.

"Good job, Timmy," Becky said, her voice a little shakier than before. "Now, let's move up to my wrists."mmBecky shuffled forwards and held her hands behind her back.

Timmy took the remaining scarves and approached with a newfound confidence. He wrapped one scarf around her wrists, cinching as he had been shown, tying a simple knot and then a second scarf on top to ensure she couldn't wiggle free. He pulled it tight, watching as the material dug slightly into her skin. She gasped softly, the pressure sending a thrill through her body. He paused, his eyes questioning, but she nodded for him to continue. “Can you tie my elbows too.”

With a nod, Timmy wrapped a scarf around each elbow, in a figure of eight, creating a snug loop that connected them together behind her back. Aunt Becky tested the bonds, her breath hitching slightly as she felt the constraints. It was more than she had ever allowed before, and the sensation of being at Timmy's mercy sent a rush of excitement through her. She had to remind herself to keep her reactions subtle, not wanting to overwhelm the innocent boy with the depth of her desires.

Next, she instructed Timmy to tie her wrists to her body. He looked confused for a moment before she explained how to do it by wrapping multiple scarves knotted together, around her waist and then her wrists, leaving enough slack to loop around her torso and tie back to itself. She hoped the bondage wasn’t too intense for him, but she knew she had to keep her own thrills in check.

Timmy listened attentively, his eyes focused on her every move as he worked the scarves around her. The fabric whispered against her skin, the tension tightening as he pulled it through. His touch was gentle yet firm, and Becky couldn’t help but feel a shiver of pleasure at the way he took the instructions so seriously. He was meticulous, ensuring she was securely bound but not uncomfortable.

“Now do the same with my elbows and arms.”

Timmy nodded, his eyes shimmering with the thrill of the game. He carefully wrapped another scarf around her elbows, creating a loop that would keep her arms tight against her body. The fabric was soft, but the tension was palpable as he worked. Becky felt a warmth spread through her, the sensation of being bound so tightly making her pulse race. She had to remind herself to keep her breathing even, not wanting to give away the intense feelings bubbling within her.

For the gag, Becky leaned back against the sofa, opening her mouth slightly. "Now, Timmy," she instructed, her voice a low murmur, "you need to find something to put in my mouth first. It can't just be a scarf over it. That won't work like it does in the movies, remember?"

Timmy's cheeks turned a shade of red, but he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He looked around the room, his gaze settling on the small cushion from the chair. "What about this?" he asked, folding a scarf into a loose ball with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

“Wonderful. If you do it properly i wont be able to talk after this, so dont forget to blindfold your prisoner and.” At this moment she paused. Was she going too far. “And you can torture me by tickling mt feet.”

Timmy nodded, his eyes wide with excitement. He took a scarf and folded it into a small square, then pushed it into Aunt Becky's open mouth. He watched as she closed her lips around it, and his heart pounded in his chest. This was definitely more intense than he had planned, but he didnlt want to loose the moment to have a genuine bound and gagged damsel to play with. He took a second scarf, pulling it over her mouth and tied it behind her head, ensuring the gag was in place and wouldn't fall out.

Next, he found a sleeping mask in the drawer of the end table and secured it over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Aunt Becky nodded to show she was okay, and Timmy felt his nerves give way to a powerful sense of control. He had never felt like this before, and the power was exhilarating.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork. Aunt Becky was bound tightly, her body contorted slightly by the constraints, and she looked absolutely stunning in her predicament. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and Timmy couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in his newfound ability to render her helpless.

He took a moment to collect himself, then approached her again, his bare feet padding softly across the floor. "Now, I need to make sure you can't hear me either," he said, his voice low and deliberate. He searched the room for something to muffle her hearing. Spotting a pair of ear buds, he decided they'd be perfect. He placed them in her ears and used his phone to play some sofs ocean waves breaking on the shore, the sound of her own muffled breathing now the only thing she could hear.

"Alright, Aunt Becky," Timmy began, his voice filled with excitement and a touch of nervousness, "you're all tied up and gagged. Time for the torture!"

Becky could feel the vibrations of his laughter through the sofa cushions as she lay bound and blindfolded. She nodded slightly, her heart racing with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. This game had taken a turn she had never expected, but she found herself enjoying the thrill of it all.

Timmy began to tickle her feet, his fingers dancing over her soles. Becky giggled, her body wriggling in response. It was a sensation she hadn’t felt in years, and it brought out a playful side of her that she had almost forgotten. She squirmed and tried to kick away from his touch, but the scarves held her firmly in place.

"Oh, no you don't!" Timmy exclaimed, his laughter joining hers. He took hold of her ankles, keeping her feet still as he continued to tickle. Becky's muffled giggles grew louder, her body shaking with the effort to escape his touch. It was a delicious feeling, one she had missed since she was his age.

As the tickling continued, Becky's giggles grew into full-blown laughter, her bound form writhing on the sofa. The pressure of the scarves against her skin was both comforting and exciting, a reminder of her vulnerability and Timmy's control. She had never felt so alive, so present in the moment.

Timmy's hands grew bolder, his tickles turning into firm, pressing motions that made Becky's toes curl and her body arch. She bit down on the scarf gag, trying to muffle her sounds of pleasure, not wanting to scare him with the intensity of her reaction. Yet she could feel the tension in the room, the energy between them growing more charged with each passing second.

The ocean waves played through the earbuds, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of sensation in her body. She felt the heat of his breath on her ankles, his laughter tickling her skin as much as his fingers did. Her thoughts raced, a mix of excitement and wonder at how far they had taken this simple game of pretend.

Timmy's tickling grew more intense, his fingers moving from her feet to her legs, eliciting more muffled giggles and squirms from Becky. She could feel the fabric of her skirt riding up as she struggled, the coolness of the room touching her thighs. The pressure between her legs grew, a delicious ache that she hadn’t felt in far too long.

"Now, now, Aunt Becky," Timmy said, his voice taking on a playful yet firm tone. "You're not going anywhere."

Becky's laughter turned into a whimper of protest as his fingersstopped. Unable to near his bare feet patter on the floor she was left tied jp, gagged, blindfolded with only the sounds of the waves to accompanny her.

The room went silent for a moment, and Becky felt Timmy's presence shift, his body moving away from the sofa. She strained to hear his footsteps, the anticipation of his return sending her senses into overdrive. The sound of the TV turning on echoed through the room, but was lost to Becky in her dark and silent world. The TV played the theme song of an old cartoon she used to watch with her siblings.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm matching the waves crashing in her ears. She could not hear the faint sound of a drawer opening and closing, followed by the rustle of fabric. She had no idea what he was doing, and the suspense was exhilarating.

Timmy returned, his bare feet patting against the floor, a sense of purpose in his steps. Becky felt something cold and wet touch the soles of her feet. She jolted in surprise, realizing it was an ice cube. He had found the tray she had left in the freezer earlier. He began to trace the icy path up her legs, and she couldn’t help the squeal that escaped her gag. The contrast between the cold ice and the warmth of her bound skin was intense, sending shivers up her spine.

Timmy paused, his hand hovering above her skin. "Is that too much?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. Becky shook her head, urging him to continue. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with every sensation. She could feel the fabric of the scarves, the coolness of the ice, the heat of her own arousal.

With newfound confidence, Timmy began to explore her body with the ice cube, tracing patterns along her calves, the back of her knees, and the sides of her thighs, her neck and face. Becky's breaths grew shallower, her body tightening with each stroke. She bit down on the gag to stifle the noises that threatened to escape. The ice was cold, so cold, but it was a delicious kind of cold that made her skin tingle and ache for more.

He dropped a couple of ice cubes down the back of her tshirt, making her shriek and shiver. The coldness was a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, and she could feel goosebumps rise on her skin. She was lost in a world of sensation, a world where the only things that existed were the cold of the ice and the warmth of her own playful youth regained.

[milagros317]

Fine story! Lucky Timmy.

[Snozzberry]

Timmy, the world-famous Dominator.

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[IrvinKlaw]

Lovely story, thank you for sharing

[MrBind]

Good story! Hope you write more like this.