I'm gonna say this from the start, I have no idea where I'm going with this. So, if the end result is a mish-mash of random garble, you have been forewarned.
Okay, let's give this a shot.
It was a dark and stormy night, a... no, no, too clichè. let's start again.
It was a warm, summer night, almost uncomfortably so. This was certainly the case for young Amber, who had been skipped by the Sandman and was kept awake by both the heat and the person on the other side of her phone. As it stood, she was currently texting someone, a teenage male to be specific, about their mutual interests in bondage. Amber had always had a fantasy about being overpowered and tied up, but she didn't want all the danger and scare of a real-life kidnapping. Seems reasonable, right?
That was when she "met" Justin. He had immediately stood out to her as both a dominant male, but a caring human being. This resulted in the perfect person for her to talk to about her wishes. The conversation had been going fairly well, and so they traded numbers and switched to talking.
"I guess if it was you, I would be tied quite tightly, huh?' She asked, all the images rushing through her head.
"Heh, that would be the plan," he responded. He sounded like a genuine teenager.
"Oh, that's the plan, is it?" Her interest suddenly piqued. "Does that mean I can expect to be tied to the bed I'm currently lying in?"
"In both of our dreams." Justin said with a sigh. "I'm afraid my bed is too comfy for me to leave at the moment."
"Well," Amber declared boldly, "it looks like I'll be getting tied to your bed instead."
There was a slight pause in the conversation. Justin soon spoke up. "I guess. You want me to come pick you up?"
Amber felt her heart start pounding in her chest. "Yes, I would like that." She said.
After giving her address to Justin, he hung up shortly after. Given how late it was, she decided to go downstairs and wait for him to arrive. She sat at the couch, her gaze fixated towards the window. After about a 15 minute wait, she saw a black truck stop across the street. She saw someone step out, and walk towards her house. Not wanting the knocking sound to wake anyone up, Amber carefully opened the door.
Sure enough, it was Justin. Standing at 6' even, he towered over her. He had on a dark blue t-shirt, black jeans and some black converse. His hair was cut rather short, not quite buzzcut short, but reasonable. His smile seemed friendly enough to her. He was let in without a word.
"So, are we ready to go?" Amber whispered, still being careful not to wake anyone.
"Yes, but one precaution first," Justin answered, producing a coil of rope from his back pocket. "Could you turn around, please?"
Amber complied, turning around and placing her hands behind her back. She felt her face starting to flush as his hands grabbed hers. For the second time, her heart started pounding in her chest as she felt the rope starting to wrap around her wrists, feeling them slowly be forced together. It's actually happening, she thought. He's actually tying me up. This was almost too much for her to handle. In between breaths, a little giggle escaped, the excitement of the situation being too much for her to handle.
His hands soon left hers, and she felt her bonds. They were snug, tight, but quite comfortable. If she didn't struggle, she would probably forget they were there. Her short giggles, continued, as she waved her bound arms around a bit, enjoying the feeling of being restrained, no matter how slight. However, Justin was not yet done.
"My," he commented, "someone is a little loud. I think I have a solution to that."
He guided her over to the couch, before sitting her down. Now, up to this point, Amber had not yet changed, and she was still dressed in her pajamas. This consisted of a loose tank top, short shorts, and black-and-pink-striped knee-high socks. The latter, once she was sat down, were slowly removed from each foot, leaving her barefoot. Her tiny toes, which were all painted bright red, were now on display. One of these socks was rolled up, and soon Justin revealed their purpose.
"If you're as keen as I think you are," he whispered, "you'll both know what this is and probably enjoy it."
This guy knows me well, Amber thought. Without a word, she opened her mouth to accept her own sock. He stuffed it in, and it filled up a good portion of her mouth. As she tried to close her mouth over it, to get used to the wad now in her mouth, the second sock was being knotted. Catching her unaware, he placed the knot in her mouth, and pulled the two ends of the sock behind her head. When he felt the knot go behind her teeth, he tied the sock off behind her head. Amber's giggles were reduced to barely audible sounds, which caused her to giggle even more.
"Now, I think, we're ready to go." Justin whispered, before helping Amber to stand up. Shortly after, he threw her over his shoulder, causing a soft squeal to escape from her gagged lips. He walked out of the house, closing the door behind him. He continued carrying her towards his truck, really hoping no one saw.
With some difficulty, he opened the back door of his truck. He sat her down in the backseat, and was about to turn around when he heard her grunting. He looked back, and saw her kicking her ankles slightly. Justin quickly caught on.
"Would you like your ankles tied, as well?" He asked. She nodded enthusiastically. "Alright then."
He reached into a basket in between the seats, and pulled out a second coil of rope. He put her ankles together, and this time Amber could watch as they were tied together. She saw the way the rope looped first around, then in between her ankles, making cuff-like loops in the soft rope. She continued watching as he tied a knot at the top, and her ankles were now stuck together indefinitely. She continued making noises through her gag, which resulted in a smile from Justin.
"Ok, let's get out of here," he said, turning her around and seat belting her. He closed the door, before getting into the driver's seat. He started up the car, and drove away from the house.
Even now, after finishing writing this, I don't know if I like it. If you guys like it, I'll continue. I think I have some ideas about how to continue, so let me know if that's what you'd like to see. uhh... yeah, that's it. Ciao.