John and Casie's Movie Night (F/M) Part 1

[Fetishlover123]

One afternoon, John and Casie were sitting on the couch in their living room, casually talking about what movie they should watch together. The weekend had arrived, and they both had some downtime. Casie, in her early forties with her blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail, looked relaxed, scrolling through Netflix options on their TV.



John, in his late teens, was leaning back comfortably, half paying attention to what Casie was scrolling through. He caught a glimpse of something that made him sit up straight.



"Wait, Casie, go back up," John said, pointing to the screen.



Casie, wearing her usual laid-back smile, paused and scrolled back up. "This one?" she asked, landing on a movie poster featuring Taylor Schilling.



"Yeah, that one! You know I'm a big fan of Taylor Schilling, right?" John said with a hint of excitement in his voice.



Casie raised an eyebrow and gave a little laugh. "I didn’t know you liked her that much," she teased, playfully nudging him. She scanned the movie title, Take Me, and read the short description aloud. "A dark comedy about a guy who fakes kidnappings for a living? Sounds... interesting."



John nodded eagerly. "Yeah, I’ve been wanting to check this out for a while. Can we watch it?"



Casie glanced at him for a moment, her blue eyes studying his expression. She knew how much John enjoyed quirky, offbeat movies, and if Taylor Schilling was involved, she figured it was worth giving it a shot. She shrugged, smiling. "Why not? Let’s see what all the fuss is about."



She clicked on the movie, and as the opening credits began, the two settled in. Casie grabbed a blanket and draped it over both of them as the first scene started. "I hope this is as good as you think, John," she said softly, leaning back into the couch.



John grinned. "Oh, I’m sure it will be."



As the movie played, they found themselves laughing at the dark humor, sharing comments about the plot, and exchanging occasional glances. It was one of those moments where, despite the odd choice of film, they were simply enjoying each other’s company.

As the movie played on, John and Casie found themselves wrapped up in the quirky plot of Take Me. John chuckled at one of Taylor Schilling’s witty lines, and Casie smiled at his enthusiasm. It wasn’t often they shared movie nights like this, and she found it surprisingly fun.



Halfway through the movie, there was a pause in the action, and John glanced over at Casie. “Thanks for watching this with me, Mom,” he said casually, a warm smile crossing his face.



Casie paused for a second, surprised by the word "Mom." John didn’t call her that very often, and when he did, it always made her feel a little closer to him. She wasn’t his biological mother, but over the years, they had developed a bond that felt like more than just a stepmother-stepchild relationship.



She smiled warmly, brushing a lock of blonde hair from her face. “You’re welcome, John. I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said softly, giving his hand a light squeeze before turning her attention back to the movie.



John relaxed, feeling comfortable and at ease. It wasn’t just about watching a movie with his stepmom; it was about the connection they had built together over the years.

As the movie Take Me progressed, the tone shifted to more intense scenes. One particular moment featured a woman tied up in a darkly comedic kidnapping scenario. Casie, glancing at John from the corner of her eye, noticed something curious. His expression had changed—his usual relaxed demeanor replaced with something more tense.



She watched him a little closer as another scene unfolded, this time with Taylor Schilling’s character bound in a chair. Casie noticed John shifting in his seat, clearly trying to act casual, but there was a slight flush creeping up his neck. Without saying anything, he grabbed a nearby pillow and discreetly placed it over his lap.



Casie’s eyes flickered between the screen and her stepson, trying to gauge what he was thinking. She smirked to herself, realizing what might be going on. She didn't say a word, but she found the situation oddly amusing.



As the scene continued, she kept stealing glances at him. John tried to keep his eyes glued to the movie, but every now and then, he'd glance nervously at Casie, hoping she hadn't noticed his sudden discomfort.



But Casie noticed everything. Still, she didn’t bring it up, letting the movie play on. There was an unspoken tension between them, and for a moment, the film wasn’t the only thing on her mind.



Casie noticed that whenever a scene involving a woman tied up—especially Taylor Schilling—appeared on screen, John became visibly uncomfortable. His expression would change, his body would tense, and most tellingly, he would quickly grab a pillow and place it over his lap, as if trying to hide his erection.



Casie picked up on these subtle signs and realized that the scenes were affecting John in a way he likely didn’t want her to notice. She recognized the embarrassed, self-conscious behavior and understood that John was having a physical reaction to the content. Though she didn't comment on it, she found herself intrigued by his nervousness, quietly observing his subtle attempts to conceal it.

During one of the more intense scenes in the movie, Taylor Schilling’s character appeared on screen with a ball gag in her mouth. Casie, already aware of John’s increasing discomfort during certain scenes, decided to ask a question, partly out of curiosity and partly to see how he would respond.



“What’s that in her mouth, John?” Casie asked, her voice casual but with a slight edge of playfulness.



John, caught off guard, quickly glanced at the screen and then back at Casie. Without missing a beat, he blurted out, “It’s a ball gag.”



The words came out quicker than he intended, and he immediately realized his mistake. His face turned a shade redder as he looked away, trying to focus on the movie. Casie raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small, amused smile.



“Oh, you seem to know that pretty well,” she teased lightly, watching him fidget. She could see how flustered he was, trying to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but the tension in the room was undeniable.



John cleared his throat, desperately trying to shift the attention back to the movie. “Yeah, I’ve just seen it in some stuff before...you know, movies,” he mumbled, hoping to end the conversation.



Casie gave a soft chuckle but didn’t push further. She leaned back, satisfied with her little tease, and let the scene play out, all while stealing a few more glances at John, whose attention was now firmly glued to the screen—and the pillow on his lap.

As the movie continued, Casie couldn’t help but notice John’s heightened reactions during the more intense scenes. When another scene came up where Taylor Schilling's character was tied up in an elaborate way, Casie leaned over with a mischievous grin.



"You know," she said, her tone playful, "I bet if you were tied up like that, you couldn’t escape."



John looked over at her, caught off guard by the challenge. "What? No way," he said, trying to brush it off, though he couldn't hide the nervousness in his voice.



Casie raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Oh really? I’m serious. I bet you 20 dollars you wouldn’t be able to get out of those ropes if I tied you up just like that."



John swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. The idea of being tied up like the characters in the movie was both embarrassing and strangely intriguing. He could feel his face heating up again. “Uh, I think I could figure it out,” he said, trying to sound confident, though his voice wavered.



Casie smirked, sensing the hesitation. “Alright, tough guy. You’re on. Twenty bucks says you’d be stuck,” she teased, leaning back into the couch with a satisfied look. She knew John wouldn’t back down from a challenge, especially one so casually thrown at him.



John, though unsure of how he got himself into this situation, nodded. "Fine. You’re on," he said, trying to regain his composure.



Casie laughed softly, the playful tension between them growing. “We’ll see,” she said, eyes twinkling as she turned back to the movie, leaving John to wonder what exactly he had just agreed to.

As the credits rolled on Take Me, John shifted nervously, still thinking about the bet he’d made with Casie. He had hoped the conversation would end there, but Casie, always full of surprises, stood up and walked out of the room.



“I’ll be right back,” she said casually, leaving John alone on the couch. He sat there, trying to calm himself, but the tension in the air was unmistakable. Moments later, Casie returned with a roll of duct tape in her hand, her mischievous grin making John’s heart race.



“Well, since we had a little wager, I thought it was time to settle it,” she said playfully, holding up the duct tape like a prize. John’s eyes widened, and he laughed nervously.



“Wait, you’re serious?” he asked, though he already knew the answer.



“Oh, I’m serious,” Casie replied, sitting down next to him, the roll of tape dangling from her fingers. “You said you could get out, right? So, let's see.” She sounded lighthearted, but there was a hint of challenge in her voice, and John knew there was no backing out now.



John scratched the back of his head, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t think you’d actually, you know, go through with it,” he said, his voice trailing off as Casie leaned in closer.



“Well, a bet’s a bet,” she teased, grabbing his arm gently and guiding him to sit up straight. “You said you could escape, so I’m just giving you the chance to prove it.”



John hesitated for a moment but then nodded. He had gotten himself into this, and now he had to go through with it. “Alright, fine. Let’s do it,” he said, trying to sound confident, even though his heart was racing.



Casie smiled, tearing off a piece of tape. “Good. Hold still.”



Before John knew it, Casie had carefully bound his wrists together with duct tape, wrapping it snugly but not too tight. She continued with his ankles, securing them in a similar fashion, all while maintaining that playful smirk. When she was done, John found himself sitting on the couch, taped up just like the characters in the movie.



“Now let’s see if you can get out,” she said, leaning back with her arms crossed, clearly enjoying the moment.



John struggled, twisting his wrists and shifting his legs, but the tape was stronger than he anticipated. Casie watched, amused, as he squirmed, his earlier confidence fading quickly.



“Need any help?” she asked, her voice filled with mock sympathy.



John sighed, realizing he was stuck. “Okay, okay, you win,” he admitted, giving her a sheepish grin. “I’m not getting out of this.”



Casie laughed softly, clearly pleased with herself. “Told you,” she said, reaching out and ruffling his hair. “That’s twenty bucks for me.”



John laughed along with her, though he was still blushing. Casie slowly started peeling the tape off his wrists, still teasing him with every movement. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before making bets like that,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.



As Casie continued peeling the tape from John's wrists, teasing him playfully, John, still flustered, let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, at least you didn’t gag me like they do in the movie,” he said without thinking.



Casie’s hands froze mid-motion, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at him. A smirk crept across her face, and without a word, she stood up. John immediately regretted saying anything, but before he could react, Casie had already walked out of the living room, leaving him sitting there, still partially taped up.



A moment later, John heard her walking down the hallway, her footsteps purposeful. He shifted in his seat, trying to figure out what she was doing. When she returned, Casie had something in her hand. His eyes widened in shock as he realized what it was—one of Sara’s undergarments, a simple yet delicate piece from his older sister’s drawer.



"Casie, wait, what are you doing?" John stammered, his voice rising in panic.



Casie didn’t answer. She walked right up to him, that playful, mischievous gleam still in her eyes. "You said something about not being gagged?" she said, her tone light but laced with a challenge.



Before John could say anything else, Casie knelt down in front of him, her movements deliberate. She balled up the undergarment and, despite his muffled protests, gently but firmly pushed it into his mouth. The fabric filled his mouth completely, muffling his words and leaving him helpless to stop her.



Casie looked at him for a moment, watching his wide-eyed reaction, then grabbed the roll of duct tape again. "Now, let’s make sure you stay quiet," she said with a teasing grin. She tore off a long strip and pressed it over his mouth, smoothing it out with her hands, wrapping another strip around his head to make sure the gag was secure.



John could only sit there, eyes wide and heart racing, as Casie stepped back to admire her work. The taste of Sara’s undergarment filled his mouth, and the tape held everything in place, leaving him effectively silenced. He squirmed in his seat, but the bonds around his wrists and ankles, combined with the gag, made him feel utterly trapped.



Casie crossed her arms and smiled at him, clearly pleased with herself. "There we go, much better. Now you won’t be saying anything for a while," she teased, her voice light as she watched him struggle to make any sound through the gag.



With that, she sat back down on the couch, picking up the remote as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. "Let me know if you still think you can escape," she said with a laugh, glancing over at him as the TV played in the background.



John, unable to respond, could only stare at her, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness, his muffled grunts lost beneath the tape.

Casie sat back on the couch, her eyes still focused on John as he squirmed in his seat, gagged and bound with duct tape. She was enjoying the sight of him far more than he anticipated, and her playful mood hadn’t faded. After a few moments of silence, she tilted her head and asked, “How’d you get into all this, John?”



John, his mouth stuffed with Sara’s undergarment and sealed with tape, immediately tried to respond, muffled sounds escaping as he attempted to say names through the gag. "Sara... Rachel..." his voice came out as nothing but incoherent, muffled noises. Casie raised an eyebrow, leaning forward a little.



"What was that?" she teased, clearly understanding he was trying to speak but unable to make out his words. "Oh, John," she laughed softly, "I really like you tied up this way. Gagged, helpless... it suits you."



John’s eyes widened as he tried to speak again, struggling against the tape binding his wrists and ankles, but it was no use. He was stuck, completely under her control.



Casie, clearly enjoying his struggle, leaned in even closer, her voice lowering as she spoke. “You know, it’s funny you mention Sara,” she began, watching his reaction closely. “I was the one who introduced her to all this. You’d be surprised what she’s into, thanks to me.”



John’s eyes grew even wider in disbelief, his muffled attempts at speaking becoming more frantic. Casie just smirked at his panic, her tone remaining calm as she continued.



“And I’ve been thinking... Since Sara and Rachel are such good friends, and they’re out shopping together right now, I’ve got an idea.” She paused, savoring the moment before revealing her plan. “What if I brought them both back here? Sara and Rachel. I could tie them up just like you are now.”



John’s heart pounded in his chest, and his muffled sounds grew more desperate as he tried to protest. Casie watched him, clearly amused by his futile attempts to communicate.



"Just imagine it," she said, her voice soft but full of mischief. "Sara and Rachel, sitting here next to you, bound and gagged just like you are right now. They’d never see it coming. I’ll tell them it’s a fun game, a challenge... And I’m sure Rachel wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with her boyfriend like this, right?"



John struggled even harder against his bonds, but the tape held firm, and the gag muffled his protests completely. Casie reached out and gently patted his cheek, her smile widening. “Don’t worry, John. It’ll be our little secret. I’ll make sure they’re just as comfortable as you are.”



She stood up, casually glancing at the clock. "They’ll be back from shopping soon enough," she said, as if she was planning an ordinary evening. "And when they do, we’ll have some fun. I know just how to lure them in."



With that, Casie walked out of the room, leaving John bound, gagged, and powerless to do anything but wait in silence, his mind racing with what might happen next.

After a few minutes of tense silence, John heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching once more. His heart raced, unsure of what was coming next. When Casie reentered the room, his eyes widened in shock.



She was no longer dressed casually but had changed into a sleek, tight-fitting black outfit that resembled something a seductive thief would wear in a heist movie. The material clung to her curves, showing off her toned figure, and the entire look was completed by a black mask that barely concealed her playful smirk.



"Surprised?" Casie asked, her voice dripping with mischief as she struck a dramatic pose. "I thought this outfit might set the mood a little more. You like it?"

John, bound and gagged, could only make muffled noises in response, his face flushing with a mix of surprise and nervousness. He tugged at the tape around his wrists again, but his struggles only seemed to amuse Casie further.



She walked slowly around him, her eyes scanning his tied-up form as if assessing her handiwork. "I thought, since we're going all out with this little game, I should dress the part. After all, I am the one in control here," she said, her voice smooth as silk.

As she moved closer to him, her eyes sparkled with excitement. "You know, John, this is just the beginning. When Sara and Rachel get here, they won't know what hit them," she whispered, leaning in just close enough to make him feel even more trapped under her gaze.



She gently tugged on the tape over his mouth, but instead of peeling it off, she adjusted it slightly, making sure the gag was still secure. "I'll make sure they're tied up just as tight, maybe even a little tighter." She winked, standing back up and giving a slow twirl, showing off her outfit.

Now, you just sit tight, and let me work my magic when they arrive." She sat back down on the couch, crossing her legs, the image of a confident, dominant figure completely in control. John, still bound and gagged, could only watch in anxious anticipation as Casie made herself comfortable, waiting for the arrival of her next targets: Sara and Rachel.

[StringTheorist]

Interesting story, Fetishlover123. I enjoyed the little bombshells you drop in - Casie being the step mother, for instance. Perhaps I should have guessed from the beginning. Good first post.

I'm looking forward to the continuation.

ST

[milagros317]

"What was that?" she teased, clearly understanding he was trying to speak but unable to make out his words. "Oh, John," she laughed softly, "I really like you tied up this way. Gagged, helpless... it suits you."

A truly wonderful paragraph! A prelude to Casie keeping him tied up and gagged quite often, one would hope.

[60Cancer]

Hopefully we can get some more stories.

[guardian741]

Super great story so far, please keep going!

Were the panties used?

Maybe she should use him as a footstool while they wait for the girls to get home.

Perhaps his sister and his girlfriend will have some fun with him before they get theirs….

[jone123]

Such a good story!

[Boundguy800]

Great story. Wonderful anticipation.