Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2018 17:59:51 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Barbara - Chapter 3 Author's note: I didn't originally intend for this chapter to be so long - it just kinda ended up that way. I'll try to make future chapters a little shorter so I can get them out quicker. As always, feedback is appreciated. Enjoy! BARBARA Chapter 3 Barbara awoke the next morning and almost instantly recalled the previous day's events. In a flash, her body was hot, her heart was pounding, and she felt an aching between her legs. She remembered taking her clothes off in front of Julie, and how much it had unexpectedly thrilled her. She remembered Julie taking her clothes off as well and walking around in her little bra and panties. Oh God, how that had gotten Barbara going! But none of that could compare to the feeling of standing in Julie's room as the girl tied her feet together and her hands behind her back... and then gagged her with her sock. Barbara grunted at the memory, squeezing her thighs together tightly to alleviate the aching between her legs. Nothing... nothing in her life had been so thrilling as that moment. Nothing could even come close. Not by a long shot. To be standing in those sexy bra and panties, tied up and gagged, in her beautiful niece's room, unable to do anything. Her gorgeous 13 year-old niece had complete control over her at that moment and it had gotten Barbara hotter and wetter than she ever thought possible. And when Julie whispered in her ear... Oh God... Barbara could still hear the tone of Julie's voice and how her sweet breath had tickled her ear: "You're my pretty little Barbara dolly." Barbara was completely unprepared for how those words affected her. She was floored. Utterly floored. It was the hottest, naughtiest thing she'd ever heard in her life, and it came from her 13 year-old niece. She had nearly cum right then and there. But she didn't. She saved that for last night. And she didn't rush into it either. After she went to bed, she took her time, lying under the sheets, closing her eyes and rubbing herself idly as she took time to recall every single detail about that afternoon. The way Julie moved, every little facial expression she made, and the way her eyes looked when she looked at Barbara. Oh God, Barbara nearly came several times just picturing the way Julie looked at her. Barbara let herself build gradually, recalling the box of dolls Julie pulled out, remembering the way each one was dressed (or not dressed) and the various strings, ties, and gags that were wrapped around each one. This is what Julie enjoys, she thought as she recalled the position and ties of each Barbie doll. These are the poses that excite her. Barbara let herself remember what it was like to have her hands and feet tied by Julie, standing there in her room, and focused on the sensations as she rubbed herself faster. How she pulled but was unable to move. How Julie wanted her like that. How thrilling it had been and how hot it had gotten her to see the excitement on Julie's face. And then when Julie whispered in her ear, she imagined all the dolls in Julie's box and how it would feel to be tied up in each of those positions. And Julie's words: "We're going to have so much fun this summer." Barbara came harder, heavier, and longer than she ever had in her life. Even now, lying in bed, she shook her head slowly and sighed at the memory. It had been mind-blowing. Absolutely mind-blowing. But it was wrong. She couldn't do this. Julie was her niece. And she was only 13 years old. Yes, yesterday had been fun, but it couldn't go on like that. Yes, her orgasms had been the best she'd ever had in her life. But the risk was too great. What if Lisa had found out? Or Brian? She couldn't bear to even follow that line of thought. No, this couldn't go on. She would have to make that clear to Julie today. It would be painful, but it had to be done. Barbara was the adult. It was up to her to stop this. She hated to think about how Julie would take it though. Would she be upset? Would she be ashamed? Barbara almost couldn't bear thinking about that either. But what was the alternative? To let it go on? To let herself finally feel something she hadn't felt in ages? To explore a new side of herself she found terribly exciting and invigorating? To indulge in her deepest, darkest, most taboo fantasy - the secret attraction she felt toward her beautiful young niece? To enjoy pleasures and thrills she'd never known before but only dreamt existed? Oh God Barbara... no! No, don't do this! You can't, for God's sake! You must put an end to it, you MUST! Barbara threw the bedsheets off of her and climbed out of bed to get ready for the day. She could hear some bustling about in the house and knew Lisa and Brian were getting ready for work. She looked at the time and didn't realize how late it was. She'd hoped to be up before they left, but just as she finished brushing her teeth and was putting on her clothes, she heard the garage door closing and their cars pulling away. Barbara suddenly felt a sinking feeling. This was it. She was now alone with Julie again. Be strong, Barbara, be strong, she told herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of her room and down the hallway toward the kitchen. It would probably be best to break the news to Julie right away, she told herself. To save herself any agony that might accumulate as the day wore on. She stepped into the kitchen and her heart skipped a beat. Julie was there, standing at the counter, her back to Barbara. She looked like she was making some kind of breakfast. She was wearing a tight little t-shirt and equally tight - and extremely short - nylon jogging shorts which outlined every curve and countour of her perfect young body. Her hair was up in a slightly messy, but impossibly perfect half-bun, half-ponytail that completed the package. Barbara felt sharp pangs of surprise that quickly spread to arousal as she watched the perfect figure in front of her working at the counter, completely unaware of her presence. Julie also seemed to be tapping her foot and ever so slightly shaking her hips from side to side to some imaginary beat. This little motion was so banal and cute that Barbara was caught completely by surprise at how powerfully it affected her arousal. As if Julie dressed like she was wasn't enough, this little foot and hip motion caused Barbara's loins to surge. Just then Julie spun around. Her face and eyes lit up with delight as she suddenly took off running. "Aunt Barbara!" she cried, colliding with her aunt and throwing her arms around her. Barbara, her body already flush with arousal, now found herself completely enveloped by the girl of her dreams, her small chest crushed against Barbara's large, soft breasts, her arms wrapping around Barbara's arms, pinning them to her side. It instantly brought back those feelings she got while tied up in Julie's room yesterday, and pushed Barbara's arousal higher still. So far, this morning was not going how she planned, but oh God, what a wonderful way to wake up! "I'm so glad you're awake!" Julie cried. "Did you sleep well?" Julie pulled her head back, but kept her arms around Barbara's body, her arms still pinned to her sides. Barbara had to clear her throat before she spoke. "I... yes, I did. Thanks," she managed, her head still spinning. Julie beamed. God, she was gorgeous. "I'm making you breakfast," she said. "Oh!" Barbara said. "Thanks! That's... that's very sweet of you." "Just sit down at the table. I'm almost done," Julie said, finally releasing Barbara as she dashed back to the counter. Barbara was a mess. She couldn't think straight, her limbs were almost trembling, and she was already wet. What was she going to do? She had a plan this morning... something she was supposed to do right away to get it over with... but for fuck's sake she couldn't remember what the hell it was. But did she really want to? She was feeling so good right now, why couldn't she just enjoy this flustered, thrilling heat that was spreading through her body for just a little longer? Barely able to collect any more of her thoughts than that, she absently sat down at the table, where her eyes wandered back to that supple, tight, young butt in those extremely short jogging shorts, bouncing back and forth at the counter. Her chest was hot and she suddenly had a desperate urge to slip her hand between her legs. Maybe she could for just a second... maybe Julie wouldn't notice... "Here you go!" Julie said, spinning around and setting a plate of eggs, toast, and fresh fruit right in front of Barbara. Barbara practically jerked her hand back in a panic, knocking it against the underside of the table. Julie grinned, her eyes sparkling. "You okay?" she asked, nearly giggling. "Uh... yeah, I just... I just haven't quite woken up yet," Barbara stammered, completely flustered. Julie beamed. "Well, I'm sure you will," she said, plopping herself down at the table adjacent to her aunt. "We're gonna have such a great day!" That... oh God, that. Suddenly it all came flooding back to Barbara. What she had to say. What she had to do. The stop that she had to put to this. Her heart sank. Her libido began to plummet. The feeling was almost sickening. She didn't want it to continue. She wanted to keep feeling good. Feeling thrilled. Feeling alive. But she had a responsibility as the adult... "I'm so glad you came to stay with us," Julie said, leaning forward with her elbow on the table, her chin propped up on her hand. Barbara looked at her, impossibly adorable, so sweet, so perfect in every way. Her heart was beginning to melt against her will. "You are?" "Mm-hmm," Julie said, her bright eyes sparkling as she looked at her aunt. "I don't know anyone else who's as understanding as you are." Barbara swallowed unexpectedly. "Really?" she said. "Oh my God, yeah," Julie said, her eyes rolling back in her head. "There's no way I could have shared my secrets with anyone else. Mom, dad... God, they'd never understand. Neither would any of my friends, really." Barbara's heart was melting fast. This - this is what she'd hoped to achieve with her niece. Some common ground, some understanding. Getting to know each other. Forming a stronger relationship. She was so happy that Julie felt she could provide that. But... BUT... "I mean... that box of Barbie dolls?" Julie went on. "Who does that? Seriously? I'd probably be labeled a freak by anyone who found out," she said, looking down at the table, her finger tracing a random shape. Then her eyes flicked up at Barbara's again and her mouth spread into a grin. "But not you," she said. "You... you get me." Barbara swallowed again, her legs and arms turning to jelly. YES, she wanted to scream. Yes, I DO get you! I get you SO MUCH you don't even realize the half of it! And right then, Julie caught her off-guard. "You... you had fun yesterday, right?" Julie said, her eyes sparkling, the corners of her mouth twisting up mischieviously. Barbara found herself nodding. Somehow, she knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help it. Julie, her sweet little niece, had let her in on something so private, so taboo, and it had thrilled Barbara to no end. 'Fun' was the understatement of the year. "I did," Barbara found herself saying, almost surprised she couldn't stop herself. Julie grinned. God, that grin. Her eyes sparkled. She looked deep into Barbara's eyes... so deep it began to thrill and scare Barbara all at once. "You and me," Julie said in a slightly hushed, but sweetly sincere, voice. "We've... got something special, don't we?" Oh God. That cut Barbara to the core. Julie knew it. She knew it just as well as Barbara knew it. Barbara could deny it to herself for the rest of her life, but it would still be there and Julie would still know it. And so would she, deep down. Barbara was shattered. All of her defenses were down. This was the moment of truth. She knew what she was 'supposed' to do. But it wasn't the truth, and it wasn't what she wanted, and it wasn't what Julie wanted. The way Julie was looking at her right now, the way she put everything on the line, calling Barbara's bluff... This was no ordinary 13 year old. This was a girl who understood life and knew what she wanted. And now Barbara had to reckon with herself - is it what SHE wanted? Barbara swallowed. Looking right into Julie's impossibly gorgeous eyes, she resigned herself. Right then and there. She resigned herself to this girl - this beautiful, hypnotic, powerfully sexy girl - consequences be damned. She was going to let Julie do whatever she wanted to her, as long as she could. The thought alone nearly made Barbara cum. "We do," Barbara said, never meaning two words more in her life. Julie beamed. Her eyes sparkled. She bit her lip as she grinned, impossibly adorable, then released her lip as she grinned even wider. Her body started trembling lightly, then she was bouncing up and down in her chair excitedly, nearly giggling with glee. "Wait till you see what I have planned for today!" Julie finally burst out. Barbara's chest tightened and her pussy twitched hard. The thought of playing another game with Julie was devastatingly thrilling. Her body burned. She desperately wanted to know what Julie had in mind, but she dared not ask. She knew it would be so much hotter if it was a surprise. Barbara was so worked up already that she nearly forgot about her food. She just sat there, looking at Julie's perfect face, feeling herself get hotter and wetter and wanting nothing more than for Julie to take her into another room right then and have her way with her. "Umm... Aunt Barbara..." Julie said, snapping Barbara out of her reverie. "Aren't you going to finish your breakfast?" "Uhm... yes, yes... sorry. I, uh... was just lost in thought," she said, completely flustered. Julie raised an eyebrow, still grinning. "Thinking about... what we're gonna do today??" Barbara nearly choked on her food. Her face flushed bright red. "Umm... maybe... maybe a little," she said. Julie's eyes flashed. "Don't worry about that. Just leave it to me. Right now, all you have to do is finish your breakfast. Then I'll tell you what we're gonna do." Barbara could hardly eat fast enough. But she didn't want to seem overeager, so she restrained herself and tried to go about her business as normally-paced as possible, which turned out to be absolute torture. All she could think about was what Julie was going to do to her. Finally, when she was finished eating, Julie took her plate and cleared the table. Then Julie grabbed her hand and got her to her feet. "Come with me," Julie said, leading Barbara back down the hallway toward her room. With every step Barbara took, her heart beat just a little faster. When they were in Julie's room, Julie let go of her hand and turned around to face Barbara. "Today, we're gonna go shopping," Julie said. Barbara's heart sank with disappointment. Shopping? They weren't going to stay in Julie's room and do naughty things? "Sh-shopping?" Barbara repeated in disbelief. "Yes. I don't have enough of what I need here to do all the things I have planned, so we're going to go to the store and get more things," Julie said. "What kind of things?" Barbara asked. Julie just grinned. "You'll see," she said. "But first, you need to get dressed." Barbara looked down at herself. "But... I'm already dressed," she said. "Nope, not yet," Julie said, then spun around and bent down toward her bed. She reached under her bed and pulled out the box with all the dolls in it and set it on top of her bed. She opened it and began sifting through the dolls, setting some on the mattress in various states of clothing and bondage. The sight of all the dolls on Julie's bed got Barbara wet again. "This one!" Julie said, holding up a doll that she pulled out of the box. The doll was wearing a tight purple top and a very short black miniskirt along with some black pumps. Barbara had to admit, it was a very sexy outfit. "You... you want me to wear that?" she asked. "Uh-huh!" Julie nodded excitedly. "You're my Barbara Dolly, remember?" Barbara instantly felt a twinge of arousal at those words. "I'll dress you up, and then we can go out shopping!" Julie said. This wasn't exactly how Barbara thought the day would go, but in its own weird little way, it was kind of exciting. She thought about the clothes she had. "I... I think I might have a top like that, but I don't think I have a skirt that small," she said. "Don't worry, my mom does," Julie said. "You can use hers." Barbara was again surprised that her sister would wear something so short and naughty. "Wait right here, I'll go get them," Julie said. "But you don't know where my clothes--" Barbara began, but she was cut off. "Ah-ah-ahh! You're MY Barbara dolly and you have to do as I say," Julie said. "So stay right here, don't move, and I'll be right back." With that, she dashed out of the room. Barbara was stunned. This girl was something else! As shocked as she was at Julie's forwardness, Barbara felt a strange thrill rush through her when she heard Julie utter the words "MY Barbara dolly," especially the emphasis on the "my." The idea of Julie telling her what to do was exciting enough, but the idea of Julie taking possession of her made her weak in the knees. The idea of her belonging to Julie - this beautiful, sexy young girl, barely even a teenager - was intoxicating, powerful, and simply hot. Deep down, she knew it wasn't right. She knew that she was the adult and that it was ludicrous for her to do everything a 13 year-old told her to... but that was also part of the appeal. The fact that it wasn't supposed to happen, that she was in way over her head, that Julie would subject her to whatever her twisted little mind could think of, got Barbara terribly, shamefully, hot. A few minutes later, Julie came back into the room holding Barbara's purple top and what was presumably Lisa's short black miniskirt along with some black pumps, also presumably Lisa's. Julie casually walked into the room, tossed the clothes on the bed and the shoes on the floor, and walked up to Barbara. She grabbed a hold of the bottom of Barbara's shirt and said, "Lift your arms." Barbara's eyes widened. Was Julie going to dress her too?? She was about to protest that this was just a little weird, but found herself raising her arms without question. She couldn't quite explain why. Julie lifted the shirt she had on, and when it became too high up for Julie to lift any further, Julie said, "Bend down." So Barbara bent. Julie then pulled the top all the way off and grabbed the purple one off the bed. Julie then bunched the top up and pushed it over Barbara's head, then took each of Barbara's arms and pushed them through the arm holes. She then straightened Barbara up herself and smoothed the top down. It was form-fitting, but not too tight, and still outlined Barbara's nice figure and her beautiful breasts. "There," Julie said. "Very nice. Now for the skirt." Immediately, Julie's hands went to Barbara's waist and began unbuttoning the pants she had on. Barbara nearly gasped as she felt the girl's fingers at her waist, unbuttoning her pants. Julie unzipped her and began tugging the waist down, and Barbara was struck with a powerful erotic thrill as this gorgeous 13 year-old girl began to take her pants off. Julie pulled them down to Barbara's ankles and told her to step out of each of the leg holes. Then she tossed the pants aside and picked up the skirt. She instructed Barbara to step into the skirt and proceeded to pull it up her legs to her waist. She pulled it up high and Barbara was surprised at how short it was. She hadn't worn a skirt that short in over 10 years! Barbara felt a certain thrill at having so much of her legs exposed as Julie dressed her. This was how Julie wanted to dress her, and this was how she was going to be dressed. She already felt a twinge of embarrassment, knowing she would go out in public like this, but there was an equal amount of arousal that surged within her as well. As Julie clipped the back and zipped her up, Barbara was surprised to find how tight the skirt was as well. She could feel it pulling against her ass and hips and had to admit it felt rather naughty, which only increased the moisture between her legs. "There," Julie said, then bent down to pick up the black pumps and placed them in front of Barbara's feet. "Step into them," she said. Barbara did as she was told. Julie then stood back to admire her work. She looked Barbara up and down, holding her chin between her fingers. Slowly, a mischievous smile spread across her face. "It's perfect!" she declared. Barbara looked across at the full-length mirror on the back of Julie's bedroom door and felt her stomach tighten. That was, indeed, an image of a very sexy woman. But was it her?! She hadn't dressed like this in ages, and she was quite surprised she could still pull it off. She was perhaps even more surprised at Julie's taste in clothes and her confidence that Barbara would look good in what she was now wearing. Barbara felt another shiver of arousal course through her. This was Julie's doing. This was how Julie wanted her, and like it or not, Barbara was going out in public looking like this. "Okay," Julie said, grabbing Barbara's wrist and leading her out of her bedroom. "Go grab my mom's keys and get in the car. I'll be right out." "But what are you--" Barbara began, but again was cut off. "Ah-ah-ahh!" Julie said. "Remember what I said?" Barbara stayed silent and went to get her keys as Julie disappeared back in her room. She went and got the keys for Lisa and Brian's spare car that they allowed her to use should she need to go anywhere during the day, and walked out to the driveway and got in the car. Only a few minutes later, Julie came out of the house. She had changed - into clothes a bit more modest than what she was wearing during breakfast, which was a bit disappointing for Barbara - but truthfully anything looked good on Julie. Curiously, she also carried a backpack on her back. Julie climbed into the car as Barbara started it. Barbara turned to Julie. "What's in the backpack?" Julie sort of shrugged. "Oh, you know. Just a few things. Snacks and stuff." Snacks? "How long are we going to be out?" Barbara asked. "I dunno, we'll see," Julie said casually. "As long as it takes!" Barbara sighed. She realized she should stop trying to get any specifics out of Julie. But there was one other thing she needed to know. "So where are we going?" she asked. "The hardware store," Julie said. Barbara wasn't quite sure what to make of this as she backed the car out of the driveway. "Okay, but you'll have to tell me how to get there. I'm not as familiar with this area as I used to be." "Don't worry," Julie said. "I know it like the back of my hand." So they drove for a while, Julie instructing her aunt where to go. About 15 minutes later, Barbara was thinking that surely there was a hardware store closer to them than this. She was just about to speak up and say something when Julie spoke. "Ooh, ooh! Pull in here!" she said somewhat urgently. "What's this?" Barbara asked as she turned into the complex. "It looks like a bunch of office buildings." "Yeah, it's where my mom works," Julie said casually. Instantly, Barbara tensed up. Why were they going to Lisa's workplace? Suddenly this seemed very odd. "I just have to pee really quick," Julie said. Barbara raised her eyebrows. Seriously? Of all the places to pee, she has to do it at her mom's workplace?? "Why are you--" Barbara began, but again was cut off. "Just park right here," Julie said, pointing to a parking space and practically bouncing up and down in her seat. Barbara did as she was told and left the car running. Julie opened her door, then looked expectantly back at her aunt. "Come on!" she said. "Hurry, I've gotta go!" Barbara was confused. "Y-you want me to go with you?" Julie rolled her eyes as if this was obvious. "Ugh, yes! Now hurry, come ON!" Barbara was now becoming more flustered with confusion as well as with all the urgency Julie was imparting. She shut off the car and began to climb out, but her mind was spinning. Why were they doing this again? Why was she going into her sister's workplace with her sister's daughter, and especially wearing some of Lisa's clothes?? "Julie, what if your mom sees us?" Barbara managed to get out before Julie had a chance to interrupt her. "So?" Julie said casually. "We'll tell her hi." This still didn't make sense. "But Julie, I'm wearing her--" "Omigod, will you stop worrying? It'll be fine, trust me," Julie said, pulling her aunt by the arm as they entered the building. They walked down a long corridor and passed a few men and women in formal business attire, turning each and every head as they passed. Barbara was most certainly not wearing business attire, and the fact that she was seen with this beautiful young girl being pulled around while dressed like this was causing her to get a little hot with embarrassment. About two-thirds of the way down the hallway, Julie pushed open a door for the women's restroom, dragging Barbara inside. It was a single stall, and quite spacious, with a toilet, counter, and sink along one wall, and lots of empty space in the center. Julie locked the door behind them. Barbara's heart was pounding. Was Julie going to pee right in front of her? Barbara didn't know how she would feel about that, and found herself thinking she was going to have to fight the urge to look down at Julie's private region. Julie took the backpack off her shoulders and set it down on the floor, then unzipped it. "I'm just kidding, I don't have to pee," she said as she reached into the backpack. "WHAT??" Barbara gasped. "Then what are we--" "Shhhhh!" Julie hissed. "You don't want anyone to hear us!" With that, Julie pulled out two rather long lengths of rope from her backpack. She set them on the floor and picked one up. "Take your shirt off," Julie said. This was a public place! Barbara opened her mouth instinctively, but immediately thought better of it. She knew Julie would silence her, and Barbara had already agreed to do as Julie said. So, despite her heart pounding and her neck and chest flushed red with embarrassment, she pulled her shirt up and off, standing in her plain white bra. "Take off your bra too," Julie said. Feeling an even heavier twinge of embarrassment and arousal, Barbara did as she was told. Julie took a long look at her aunt's exposed breasts and bit her lip. "Wow," she sighed. As embarrassed as Barbara was, she couldn't help but feel a rush of flattery as Julie stared at her naked boobs. Yes, they were large, and yes, they looked pretty good - Barbara knew all that. But to have this gorgeous 13 year-old girl stare at them with such desire and gasp approvingly gave Barbara a little shiver, especially down below. Julie then took Barbara's bra from her and stuffed it in her backpack. She then silently walked around behind her with the rope. She folded it at the halfway point and brought the middle around in front of Barbara, pulling the rope up to just above Barbara's breasts. She stretched it across tight and pulled the ends around to the middle of Barbara's back and threaded them through the loop at the halfway mark. She brought the rope back around and wound it twice around Barbara, this time underneath her breasts. Then she brought it back around behind her and up through the middle again. Then Julie took the two ends and threw them over Barbara's left shoulder and walked around in front of her. She pulled the ends down between Barbara's breasts and then down underneath the ropes stretched beneath Barbara's breasts. She then pulled the ends up underneath the ropes stretched above Barbara's breasts and pulled them down tight, clamping the ropes down and squeezing Barbara's breasts between them. Barbara gasped at the sensation as she felt her breasts tighten and squeeze between the ropes. The sensation was surprising, and sent a line of shock straight down between her legs. This only increased as Julie pulled the ends back down under the ropes beneath her breasts again, pulling them even tighter, and then up and over her right shoulder. Julie then walked around behind Barbara and tied off the ends behind her back. Barbara was now wearing a rope bra that crushed and compressed her breasts, though not painfully. There was mild discomfort, however, just enough to feel restricted and cause her pussy to throb. Julie walked around in front of her to admire her work and immediately gasped, her mouth in an O. "Omigod, it's so perfect!" she exclaimed. Barbara looked down at herself and couldn't decide which got her more aroused - the expression of wonder and fascination on Julie's face, or the sight of her own breasts squeezed and compressed by the ropes, encased in a bondage bra. "Here, we've gotta work quickly. Put your shirt back on," Julie said, handing Barbara her shirt. Barbara's brain was a mess now, barely comprehending what she was doing. She was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that her breasts were tightly tied by this gorgeous 13 year-old girl. As she fumbled with her shirt, she gasped sharply as she felt Julie unclipping and zipping down her skirt. By the time Barbara got her shirt on, she felt Julie wrapping a second piece of rope around her hips just above her hipbone. Julie then pulled the ends of the rope through the middle loop and pulled them tight. She then pulled the ends straight down over Barbara's panties and Barbara gasped as she felt them being pulled between her legs, creating quite a bit of pressure on her pussy - specifically against her clit. She gasped again as Julie pulled the rope up against her ass, between her cheeks, and the ends were looped through the top loop at her hip and pulled tighter still, wedging the two ropes between her pussy lips. Barbara gasped again as she felt Julie tying off the ends behind her. There were now two ropes pulled snugly against her panties that were so tight they were actually separating her pussy lips. She could feel them against her clit and between her ass cheeks - something that felt deliciously naughty, and even slightly uncomfortable. Before she knew it, Julie was pulling her skirt back up and zipping it up behind her. Julie then stood back and looked at her aunt. She eyed her up and down, then grinned. "Wow," she said. "You can't even tell!" Barbara swallowed dryly as she looked down at herself. She felt tightly restrained - her boobs crushed and squeezed, and her crotch tightly compressed, ropes right against her clit - but outwardly, she appeared perfectly normal, albeit dressed provocatively. She was tense, nervous, barely able to process what had just happened, and terribly, thrillingly aroused. "Okay," Julie said casually, picking up her backpack. "Let's go. The hardware store's not far." With that, she opened the door of the bathroom and walked out. Barbara stood there in the bathroom, still trying to process all of this. She was standing in a public restroom, dressed provocatively, with ropes binding her breasts and crotch. She was in a building where her sister worked. Wearing her sister's clothes. And her niece had done all this to her. Her niece, who -- oh God, Julie! "Julie, wait!" Barbara called out in a hushed voice, spinning around and opening the door. Immediately, the ropes gripped her body under her clothes as she turned, squeezing her breasts even tighter, pinching the flesh, and pulling tighter and harder against her clit as her hips swiveled. "HHHHHAaahh!!" she gasped sharply, freezing in place as the sensations from the ropes coursed through her body, stimulating her in strangely unexpected ways. She quickly realized she would not be able to move very fast in her predicament, not unless she wanted to pinch her breasts and pussy in potentially painful, although strangely arousing, ways. She took a moment to catch her breath and desperately try to calm herself down, then slowly moved forward and opened the restroom door. Even this movement stimulated her. She took two steps, her throat catching, barely able to believe how tight these ropes were against her and how much they were walking a very fine line between wonderful stimulation and sharp discomfort. Any movement, it seemed, was going to affect her boobs and her pussy intensely. Which means she was doomed to stay aroused from this point on, no matter where they went, no matter what they did. Barbara looked out in the hallway and saw Julie halfway toward the end already, bouncing along merrily. Shit! She didn't want to be caught alone here. Not in her predicament. Mustering as much strength and stamina as she could, she began moving her body and legs as fast as they would allow her to catch up with Julie, which was difficult enough in the pumps, let alone with the ropes binding her. Every step caused the ropes to rub against her clit and every swing of her arms caused her boobs to pinch tighter between the ropes. And Julie was skipping along happily, increasing the distance between them. There were lines of cubicles to her right along the corridor, and she prayed no one would see her. "Julie!" she shouted in a hushed voice. But Julie didn't seem to hear her. "Julie!!" she shouted again, just as a woman turned from an aisle into the corridor between her and Julie. The woman was well-dressed and attractive, and walking right in Barbara's direction. The woman's eyes met Barbara's instantly, probably wondering why she was screaming in a hushed voice. Barbara instantly turned red and slowed her pace, suddenly extremely self-conscious. She wondered if the lady could tell she was walking strangely - if she could tell that she had ropes binding her breasts and pussy at that very moment. It was an agonizing few seconds. The woman passed her and continued on her way. Barbara couldn't help turning her head back to look at the woman, making sure she wasn't on to her. As she did, she was greeted with the sight of the woman's ass tightly concealed in another black skirt, although a longer one, and Barbara was surprised at how this simple sight caused a terribly strong surge of arousal through her loins. She turned back toward Julie and continued walking as fast as she could. And then, suddenly, not far away, she heard a familiar voice. It was getting louder and louder and she instantly recognized it as her sister Lisa's. Shit! No, no, no! Not now! Barbara gritted her teeth and picked up the pace, feeling the ropes squeezing her harder and tighter, the friction of the ropes against her panties and clit driving her mad. She could feel her body burning, her heart pounding, and her pussy oozing fluids. She prayed desperately that she wouldn't have to encounter her sister in this state. What the hell would she say?? Why was she wearing Lisa's skirt and shoes? And where the hell was Julie?! Panicking and moving as quickly as she could without causing herself pain, Barbara approached the area of Lisa's voice, which was directly to her right, and gritted her teeth. Lisa must be in one of the cubicles directly adjacent to her. She kept moving, slowly moving past her sister's voice, and continued down the corridor, praying that Lisa wouldn't pop out into the hallway any second and call her name. By the time she rounded the corner and pushed open the doors of the building, Barbara was out of breath, her heart pounding, her body shaking, and her pussy and breasts absolutely throbbing. She turned her head to see Julie standing there, smiling at her. "Ready to go?" Julie asked as casually as ever. Barbara shot her a look. "What the hell were you thinking?!" she demanded. Julie, completely unfazed, just looked at her aunt. "You're lucky," she said. "I was going to make it a lot tighter." She paused, letting Barbara process this. "Now come on," Julie said. "We've got some things to get at the hardware store." Barbara watched in disbelief as Julie walked over toward the car. Barbara was beginning to realize that this game went a lot further than she expected it to. She paused, wondering whether she was ready for something like this. Was she ready to cross into potentially dangerous territory for this girl? She turned her head and looked over at Julie, leaning casually against the car, her hair blowing gently in the breeze. She was absolutely gorgeous, and instantly Barbara felt her loins twitch and her boobs throb. She recalled how she felt standing in Julie's room yesterday and the mind-blowing orgasm she experienced later that night. She knew she shouldn't be doing this. But her body somehow compelled her forward and she walked over to the car, unlocked it, and bent down to get inside. Immediately, she gasped. Bending down had caused the ropes along her crotch to slide upward, pressing her panties deeper into her folds and tighter against her clit. She had to pause mid-bend, hanging onto the open door with one hand and the head rest with the other, as her heart raced and her pussy throbbed terribly. "Something wrong?" Julie asked casually. "No, I just..." Barbara started, but couldn't finish. The words just hung there in the air for a few seconds. "Is it the ropes?" Julie asked. Barbara glanced at her, then nodded. Julie couldn't stop a big, naughty grin from spreading widely across her face. She bit her lip to try and stifle it, but it wasn't working. It was clear to Barbara that she was incredibly proud of herself, and for some strange reason, it only made Barbara's clit throb even harder. The power this girl had over her was intoxicating, and quickly becoming addicting. Blushing deeply, Barbara slowly lowered herself into the car, feeling the rope continue to slide up against her clit. She placed her bottom on the seat, and as she slowly let her full weight rest against the seat, she felt the rope tightening even further against her pussy. Her heart was pouding, she was desperately, almost painfully aroused, and she was sitting in a car in broad daylight with a beautiful 13 year-old girl. Her neck and cheeks burned with heat - from either embarrassment or arousal, she couldn't tell. Probably equal amounts of both. She closed the door and started the car. Julie told her the hardware store was just down the street which sounded simple enough, but Barbara quickly realized this was still going to be an ordeal. When she turned her body to back out of the parking space, the ropes gripped her breasts, squeezing them tightly. Again, she gasped, realizing she would have to move much slower than she was used to if she didn't want tight, quick, squeezes all over her body. Eventually, she made her way out of the parking lot and by the time she was onto the main street, her body was burning like crazy. It also didn't help that Julie kept throwing little side glances at her, grinning wickedly, knowing exactly what those ropes were doing to Barbara's body. Between the ropes, the movements she had to make as she drove, and Julie's glances, Barbara was an absolute mess. She finally pulled up in front of the hardware store, and immediately Julie got out of the car. "Come on, we've got things to get!" she said eagerly. Quickly, Barbara felt her heart rate increase. If she was going to have to move quickly to keep up with Julie, she knew she was in for a wild ride. Those ropes were going to twist, pinch, and squeeze all her sensitive areas - which were already quite sensitive - and in the presence of a bunch of strangers! How on earth was she supposed to stay calm?? She took a deep breath as she opened the door and started to climb out of the car. Instantly, the rope slid tightly along her pussy, causing her to gasp again. By the time she stood up, she saw that Julie was halfway to the entrance of the store! Barbara squeezed her eyes shut, panting as she readied herself, then closed the door of the car and started moving her legs as quickly as her body would allow to catch up with her niece. The ropes slid through her pussy folds, stimulating her clit with every step, and with every swing of her arms the ropes around her breasts pinched and squeezed them, causing them to throb. Her eyes were on Julie the entire time, and she watched as the girl entered the building, cursing herself under her breath. She was so out of sorts as she crossed the parking lot, she didn't even notice a car coming right towards her that slammed on its brakes and honked. Startled, she instantly began to run out of the car's way. The rope slid quick and tight against her clit as she ran, causing her to gasp as she instantly began to panic, fearing she would have an orgasm right then and there. Finally, she was out of the car's way, right on the threshhold of an orgasm, standing in front of the store, panting, gasping, knees shaking. She hadn't cum yet, but by God, she was close. She could feel her face and neck hot with embarrassment at having to make a car screech to a halt. She looked around and saw several people staring at her, wondering what all the commotion was about. Barbara realized she was standing there in a tight top, tight miniskit, and black pumps, having nearly just cum, with several people staring at her. She felt her face burning hot as she panted, still trying to catch her breath. She was a complete mess. "Aunt Barbara!" Julie cried from inside the store. "What are you doing?? Come ON!" Julie! God, of course! Barbara shook her head, remembering why she was here. She started off in Julie's direction, feeling the ropes once again pull on her extremely sensitive body parts. This time, mercifully, Julie waited for her as Barbara walked up to her. "Jeez, Aunt Barbara," Julie said. "I swear, you're going to get lost. You'd better stay close." Barbara simply couldn't think of anything to say in response. In fact, the very first thing she thought was, 'Yes, you're right. I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. Of course I'll stay close.' But somehow she knew that wasn't quite right. No matter. They were here for a reason and she was going to find out why. Julie led her down a few aisles and when they turned down the next one, Julie's face lit up. "Yes! Here we are," she said. Barbara looked up and saw several kinds of rope of varying length hanging from hooks on the wall. She felt a quick little twinge of her pussy, knowing that they would be purchasing some of these today and that they would be used on her. Julie immediately went up and started feeling them with her hands, rolling the different textures between her thumb and fingers. "What do you think about this one?" she asked, looking over at Barbara. She was feeling a white rope about half an inch thick that looked quite soft. Barbara looked up and her throat caught. What did she think? Did she have a choice? She was pretty sure Julie was going to get what she wanted and would tie Barbara up with it anyway, which again made Barbara's pussy twitch. But she might as well go along with it. "Um... yeah... that looks nice," Barbara said. Julie grinned. "We'll need at least a 50-foot one, and then maybe a couple of 25-foot pieces too," Julie said, taking some down off the wall. Barbara swallowed dryly. Just how much rope was Julie going to use on her?? "And then maybe a couple of these," Julie said, pulling down a few thinner pieces of nylon rope, each of them 50 feet long. "Here, hold these," Julie said, dumping the ropes in Barbara's arms. Julie looked further down the aisle and her eyes lit up. "OOh!" she said, running over to another section on the wall. "What do you think about this one?" she asked, pointing to a woven grass rope that looked quite course and stiff, with lots of little strands protruding out. Barbara frowned. "Um... I don't know... maybe not that one." "Oh come on, it'll be fun," Julie said, taking a few of them down off the wall. "We won't use it very often, it'll just be for special occasions." Barbara felt herself tense up. She had a feeling it didn't matter what she said. Julie was just going to do what she wanted and Barbara would have to... would have to... What was she going to do? Barbara thought about what she could do and in her current predicament felt like she wasn't really one to be making any demands. She was past that point now. Both her body and her mind were a complete mess. She barely registered it when Julie put the coarse grass ropes on top of the softer ones in her arms. Julie then took her down a different aisle. With Barbara holding all the ropes, her arms weren't swinging and the ropes on her breasts pulled less. But the one between her legs was still doing its work and as she felt all the ropes in her arms, knowing what they would be used for, she felt the stimulation reach stronger and stronger levels. The next aisle Julie walked down contained lots of wooden beams and poles. Julie looked around for a bit, then grabbed a long round pole, about 6 feet long and 1 inch in diameter. "This is a bit long, but we'll just have to cut it," she said, holding up the pole. "Hopefully it'll fit in the car." Barbara was a bit confused as to why they would need a long wooden pole, but her imagination was starting to run and she could think of a couple things Julie could do with it, all of them wetting her pussy further. Julie then took Barbara down one more aisle and this time she picked out a couple heavy duty steel eye bolts and threw them on top of the pile of ropes Barbara was holding. "That should do for now," Julie said, and then turned and headed toward the front of the store. Barbara was absolutely amazed at how confident Julie was - how she walked into the store, knowing exactly what she wanted, and where everything was. It was almost like she had been planning this for a long time or something. Barbara walked up to the register behind Julie, her crotch absolutely throbbing as she laid all the ropes and steel eyelets onto the conveyor belt. "Hi!" Julie said to the cashier, who was a young woman in her late teens or early twenties. "Hi," the girl replied, her eyes slowly moving over all the ropes and steel bolts they were getting ready to purchase. Julie apparently saw confusion in the young woman's face and spoke up. "We're doing a project together," she said, by way of explanation. Barbara instantly tensed up. "Aren't we?" Julie said, bumping her hip against Barbara's, causing the ropes in Barbara's crotch to tense. "Y-yes," Barbara said. The cashier's eyes widened. "Oh," she said. "Well, it's more my project," Julie said, causing Barbara to tense even further. "I'm just kind of, uh, showing her the ropes, I guess you could say," Julie said to the girl, then grinning up at Barbara. The girl behind the counter seemed to blush a little, but not as heavily as Barbara. Barbara couldn't believe what Julie was saying! As if all these materials weren't suspect enough, she had to go and say things like that?! The girl chuckled nervously, obviously trying to play it off as if all this was just as innocent as could be. A young girl and an older, provocatively dressed woman, purchasing a bunch of ropes, a wooden pole, and steel eye bolts for a... project. What was suspect about that? "Aunt Barbara!" Julie said, her eyebrows raised. Barbara snapped out of wherever she was and looked at Julie with attention. Oh God, what was she going to do now?? "Aren't you going to pay?" Julie asked. "Oh... oh yes, I'm.. I'm sorry," Barbara stammered, fumbling around in her purse for her credit card. Her hands were practically shaking as she went through with the transaction. "Would you... uh... like a bag for all this?" the girl behind the counter asked. "Oh no, it's fine," Julie said. "She can carry it." Barbara bit the inside of her cheek as she picked up all the ropes, steel eye bolts, and the wooden pole. "Thanks!" Julie called out as they walked out of the store. Barbara struggled to hold everything in her arms. She had to use a bit of strength to keep everything against her chest, which, of course, squeezed her breasts tighter together amid all the ropes binding them. And of course, that crotch rope continuing to slide through her pussy folds as she walked... "Omigosh, this is gonna be SO MUCH FUN!!" Julie exclaimed as they walked out to the car. "I can't WAIT till we get home!" Barbara nearly dropped everything a couple of times, and in her desperate attempt to catch it all, crushed it against her chest tighter, pressing her breasts tighter against the ropes. Her pussy was a swamp by now. When they got to the car, Julie helped her put everything in. They had to roll down the windows to get the long wooden pole in the car, but it worked. "Okay," Julie said, climbing into the passenger seat. "Let's go!" Barbara took a deep breath as she opened the door, readying herself for the tension between her legs as she lowered herself into the car again. She took a deep, long inhale, then lowered herself down as she let out her breath, which came out more ragged than she expected as the ropes slid through her very wet pussy. Once in her seat, she couldn't help adjusting herself a few times until the rope was resting comfortably between her folds and against her clit. Her heart was pounding, her nipples ached, and her pussy throbbed terribly. The drive home was another long series of tensions and squeezes of her breasts and crotch as she moved her foot from gas pedal to brake and twisted her body each time she had to switch lanes. When they finally got back home, Julie bounced out of the car right away. "Come on, Aunt Barbara!" she called out, dashing toward the front door. "It's time to play!" Barbara's heart skipped a beat at the sound of these words and at the sight of Julie's excitement. Oh God, Julie wanted to play with her. Did that mean what she thought it meant?? Barbara swallowed hard as her pussy oozed a bit more wetness into her tightly bound panties. She took another deep breath as she got out of the car, the ropes pulling on her again. Bending down to pick up all the supplies they bought caused even more pulling, and by the time she walked into the house, she was deliriously hot once again. But Julie was nowhere in sight. "Julie?" she called out. "In here!" Julie called from her bedroom. Barbara walked to Julie's room, carrying all the supplies, and found Julie going through her box of dolls again, pulling several of them out and setting them on the bed. Not even looking up from her task, Julie addressed her aunt. "Just set those on the floor and take off your shirt and skirt. You can leave your shoes on," Julie said. Barbara was stunned at her directness. She didn't quite know what she expected when Julie announced it was 'time to play,' but she thought there might be some kind of lead-up to it. Nope, it was just getting right down to business. Even as she set the pile of ropes, pole, and eye bolts down on the floor, she began to wonder if she should actually do this. What exactly was Julie going to do to her? Should she let her? This was all so strange and heady and everyhing was moving so fast. But what were her alternatives? She'd already let Julie tie her up in a bathroom where her sister worked and go out to buy all these supplies. What the hell did she go along with all of that for? Every time she moved, she could feel the ropes tightening around her breasts and crotch, and each time it gave her a thrilling jolt of arousal. In fact, she had never been so hot in her life as she was right now. And she couldn't help thinking about yesterday. How absolutely terrifyingly arousing it had felt to be tied up in Julie's room, looking at herself in the mirror, bound and gagged, not able to move her arms or legs... Oh God, to experience that again would be... her legs nearly gave out at the thought. In the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn't be doing this. But her arms betrayed her and she pulled her shirt up and over her head, exposing her rope-bound breasts. The sight of the ropes gripping her flesh gave her another jolt of arousal. Her heart pounding heavily, she reached around behind herself to unfasten and unzip her skirt, pushing it down over her hips and to the floor, exposing her panty-covered crotch, the rope tightly squeezing her hips and pussy lips. There was a clear and prominent wet stain surrounding her crotch as her pussy lips had been spread apart by the ropes, causing her fluids to spread across the front of her panties. She had never seen herself so wet before and she doubted she'd ever been so wet in her life. "Yes!" Julie cried, lifting up a doll. "Here we go." The doll was sitting with her knees bent, legs folded under her. Her arms were behind her back, her wrists tied, and she was wearing a rope bra in the same style as Barbara's. There was also a ribbon stretched over her mouth and tied off behind her head. Julie sat the doll on the bed, facing them, as if displaying a model. She then went back to her box, pulled out a rather large knife, and walked over to the pile of ropes. Barbara panicked a bit when she saw the knife, but saw that Julie sat down and immediately started cutting one of the longer ropes into smaller pieces, which calmed her down a bit. Julie then pulled out two 10-foot pieces of nylon rope and walked over to Barbara, sitting down at her feet. "Okay, get down on your knees and put your feet together," Julie said. Barbara, her heart pounding, did as she was told. She kept her pumps on, as Julie instructed her to do. Julie began winding the rope a few times around just above Barbara's ankles and then cinched it off in the middle. Barbara's feet were now bound together. Julie then took the second piece of rope and began wrapping it around Barbara's thighs just above her knees. She wrapped it several times and again cinched it off in the middle. Barbara's legs were now fully constricted, preventing her from moving them at all. She tested it, trying to walk forward on her knees, and found there was absolutely no movement to be had. The effort only produced more fluids from her pussy, causing it to throb even harder. "Okay, hands behind your back," Julie said, grabbing another piece of rope. Barbara's heart pounded as she did as she was told, placing her wrists together behind her back. Julie then wound the rope around her wrists several times, cinching it off in the middle, and leaving about a foot and a half dangling down from the center. "Okay, sit back on your heels," Julie said. Barbara did as she was told, feeling the ropes slide across her pussy once again, and when she sat back, she felt her shoes poke up against her butt. She then felt Julie tug on the rope dangling down from her wrists and pull it down and underneath her, tying it off to the ropes around her ankles. Just feeling Julie tugging on the ropes as she tied her off gave her further jolts of arousal, causing her temperature to climb higher and higher still. "Can you lift yourself up?" Julie asked when she was finished tying off the rope. Barbara tried, but with her wrists pulled back and secured to her ankles, found that she couldn't budge at all. All the movement did was create friction between the ropes against her pussy, sending even more jolts of arousal coursing through her body. She was now completely immobile, totally stuck in this position until Julie decided to untie her. The thought alone caused her pussy to ache terribly. "Okay, good," Julie said, satisfied with the lack of movement. She then got up and walked around in front of Barbara, eyeing her up and down. Barbara sat there in nothing but panties and pumps, wearing a rope bra and a crotch rope, her legs tied and her wrists tied behind her and secured to her heels. She sat there like this as her 13 year-old niece looked at her up and down with a twisted little smile. Barbara felt tense and anxious, hotter than she'd ever been in her life, but so impossibly far from actual orgasm. It was a strange and thrilling form of torture. Julie shifted her weight from side to side as she stared at her aunt, bit her lip, then squeezed her thighs together tightly, making no effort to hide it. When she released her thighs, she let out a lingering sigh. The sight was adorable and deeply erotic in equal measures. "Not yet," Julie finally declared, then went back to the pile of ropes. She pulled out two more lengths of nylon rope and started winding one of them around Barbara's chest just above her breasts, securing her upper arms tighter to her body. She then took the second rope and began winding it around Barbara's midsection just above her navel, pinning her forearms against her back. Neither of these ropes were really necessary as far as movement goes, but they made for a more pleasing image and certainly made Barbara feel even more restrained than she already was. Barbara's heart was pounding heavily in her chest. There were far more ropes on her now than there had been yesterday, and she felt significantly more restrained. In fact, she'd never felt so immobile and constrained in her life. It was terribly thrilling. And the fact that she was put in this state by her beautiful niece, stuck here in her beautiful niece's room was devastatingly erotic. Her pussy throbbed and ached like never before as she felt ropes against her thighs, ankles, upper arms, breasts, forearms and midsection, and wrists... and of course against her pussy itself. Julie then walked around in front of her again and looked at her up and down, biting her lip. She shifted her weight again, and, looking down at Barbara's breasts and panties, squeezed her thighs together again, sinking her teeth deeper into her lip. She then crossed one leg over the other, squeezing them tightly as she sank down a bit, rocking her hips from side to side as she stared intently at Barbara's bound body. It was absolutely the hottest thing Barbara had ever seen. The lust and intense desire that she saw in Julie's eyes at that moment sent a heavy jolt of energy straight between her legs and she couldn't help squeezing her own thighs together, desperately attempting to relieve some of the tension. Julie then straightened up and uncrossed her legs, letting out a lengthy exhale. "Almost," she declared, then walked over to her dresser. She opened a drawer and pulled out a long black knee sock, similar to the one she had pulled out yesterday. Barbara tensed, knowing she was about to be gagged. She also couldn't stop from squeezing her thighs together and rocking her hips ever so slightly, causing the crotch rope to slide between her pussy lips. And then Julie pulled out a second black knee sock and laid it on top of the first one. She then went back to her drawer and pulled out a regular-length crew sock, this one pink. She brought it to the bed, lifted the knee socks in the middle, and slid the crew sock underneath them. She then brought the ends of the crew sock up and around, and tied them off in a knot at the center of the knee socks. She then brought the whole thing over and stood right in front of Barbara. "Okay, open your mouth," Julie said. Barbara, her pussy throbbing, did as she was told, and Julie moved the makeshift gag toward her, placing the knotted crew sock right in the middle of Barbara's open mouth. She then stretched the ends of the knee socks behind Barbara's head, tied them in a knot, and pulled them tight. Barbara felt the knot wedge itself behind her teeth, and felt her mouth stretched wide by the knee socks. There was so much cloth there, it really filled her mouth quite full, and she was absolutely certain she wouldn't be able to utter anything intelligible. Julie then tied a second knot over the first one behind Barbara's head, making sure it stayed in place. "Can you say anything?" Julie asked. Barbara shook her head. She was sure she wouldn't be able to. "Try to say something," Julie said. Barbara had every intention of saying the words 'I can't,' but they came out as, "Unnngf-Hnnngfff." Julie grinned widely. She then stepped back, standing in the same spot she had earlier to get a good view of her bound aunt. "Oh my God," she said softly, her eyes glazing over. It was like a transformation right before her eyes. Gone was the bubbly, happy, bright-eyed Julie Barbara had always known. This girl before her was intense and dispassionate, almost cold. Her eyes pierced Barbara with a fervid lust and she exuded a burning sexual hunger from her core. It was Julie, but... not. This girl was a powerful sexual creature and the sight of her almost terrified Barbara. She looked at her, but not 'at' her... almost through her. It was almost like she didn't see Barbara as Barbara. Like Barbara wasn't even human... more like she was an inanimate object... like a doll. As the girl stared at her, she brought her hand in front of her, balled it into a fist, pressed it tightly against her own crotch, and crushed the heel of her hand against herself, sliding it slowly downward. It was the most overtly sexual thing Barbara had seen Julie do, and it ignited a new fire within her. She had never seen Julie so possessed, so transfixed, and so brashly uninhibited about her sexuality. She watched as Julie performed this action again, grinding the heel of her fist slowly down her crotch as she stimulated herself - and realized it was because of her. Barbara, in her state right now, was causing Julie to do this. She was turning Julie on. Desperately. Powerfully. The idea got Barbara hotter than she ever imagined and she felt all the ropes pulling on her at once, restraining her body tightly, nearly causing her to cum. Again, Julie ground her fist against her crotch right in front of her bound and gagged aunt. But this wasn't enough. She brought her other hand around, clasping it over her fist, and pushed it down her crotch harder, now with the weight of both arms. Her breathing was now ragged and shaky and her body was starting to tremble. Barbara couldn't believe how hot this was. She was watching her 13 year-old niece masturbate herself right in front of her while she was bound and gagged, wearing nothing but panties and pumps. Nothing in all of her fantasies could have prepared her for the powerful levels of extreme, aching, erotic energy coursing through her body at that moment. She had no idea anything could be so intense. Julie bit her lip as she ground her fist against herself again and again, and Barbara was suddenly hit with the powerful realization that Julie was going to cum. Right in front of her. A heavy twinge of energy gripped her chest, stomach, and pussy, and she realized she was going to have an orgasm. She was going to watch her 13 year-old niece cum right in front of her, and it was going to push her over the edge. Way over the edge. In fact, she knew without a doubt that it was going to be the hardest, most intense, most explosive orgasm in her life. By far. She began to breathe harder through her gag as she watched Julie, feeling everything build. Oh God... Oh yes... The burning lust in Julie's eyes, the ragged breath coming from her sweet lips, the shoving of her fist down her crotch, the undulating of her perfect young body... Oh God... Barbara braced herself... And then Julie stopped. She stood up straight and took a long, deep breath. "Whew, that was hot!" she said. And suddenly she was Julie again. What?! No!! She hadn't cum yet!! Neither of them had! How could Julie stop at a time like this?? Barbara stared in disbelief, her body still burning, aching, throbbing. Julie relaxed her body and smiled playfully at Barbara, looking like she was about to burst into giggles. What the hell was going on?? Was all this just a game?! Was Julie just playing with her that whole time, getting her all worked up?? Barbara suddenly felt very exposed, and almost used. She was suddenly very aware that she was only wearing panties and pumps, and Julie was still fully clothed. She was also completely tied up and gagged and couldn't do anything about it. She was flustered and frustrated and Julie appeared relaxed and playful. She suddenly felt the ropes around her tighter than ever. "Well," Julie said, thrusting her hips out to one side and putting a finger to her lips playfully. "I've got some chores to do around the house before mom and dad get home. Thanks for taking me shopping today!" she said, and then turned and walked toward the door. But before leaving the room, Julie paused. "Oh. Here," she said, swinging the door partially closed and angling it so that Barbara could see herself reflected in the mirror on the back of the door. "This might give you some entertainment while I'm gone." And then she was out of sight. Barbara couldn't believe the jolt of arousal that shot through her body upon seeing her image reflected in the mirror. She was practically naked, sitting on her heels, ropes wrapped around her arms, breasts, midsection, and thighs, and there was a very large gag stretched across her mouth, stuffing it and stretching it wide. The pink crew sock in the center provided a nice contrast to the black knee socks and somehow made Barbara look even more submissive. It was hot. There was no doubt about that. And it made Barbara's body burn terribly. But Barbara was a total mess. She couldn't believe how frustrated she was and how Julie had left her hanging like that. And not only that, but Julie had left her completely alone in the room! How long was she going to be here like this?? This thought only frustrated her further, and somehow caused another twinge between her legs, which caused her to reflexivly squeeze her thighs together. "UURRRGGFFFHHH!!" she grunted in frustration, pulling on her bonds. Fucking hell. She couldn't move even a single inch. Julie tied her good. The girl knew what she was doing. The most Barbara could do was wiggle her shoulders from side to side and rock her hips a bit. Oh, God, her hips. Just the slightest bit of rocking caused the ropes between her pussy lips to slide up against her clit. Barbara sighed, loving how it felt. But it was also incredibly frustrating, as she didn't think it was going to be enough stimulation to get herself off. She looked at herself in the mirror squirming around, and that actually seemed to help. The sight thrilled her and the sensations of the rocking were wonderful. Maybe if she could keep rocking, and getting aroused by the sight of herself bound and gagged, desperately squirming in an effort to get herself off, she might be able to achieve orgasm. It was worth a shot. ****************************************** Julie had never felt better in her life. She skipped around the house, humming to herself as she did her chores, never realizing that chores could be so much fun. This was absolutely, without a doubt, the best day ever. And things were only going to get better from here! Julie was absolutely thrilled at how well this whole dolly thing was working with her Aunt Barbara. She always felt like her aunt would be perfect for something like this, and now it was actually happening! Yesterday was just a first step. But today they had gotten more supplies, and they were only going to get more and more and more! Julie felt her heart pound in her chest every time she thought of the image of her aunt all tied up and gagged right there in her room. She looked so pretty! So perfect! It surprised Julie how much the sight affected her when she stood back to look at her, and she instantly went into that mode she goes to when she masturbates to her dolls at night. She couldn't help it. It just felt too good! She had no intention of actually getting herself off, though. Not while they still had so much time to play! No way! It was much better this way, just leaving Barbara in her room while she did other things. It would keep that funny feeling going in her chest and between her legs, and she wanted to keep that going as long as possible. She bit her lip every time she thought of her aunt squirming, and absolutely loved the look on Barbara's face as Julie played with herself. It was so thrilling and exciting! She kept thinking about how Barbara was feeling right now and it gave her little wonderful butterflies all throughout her stomach and insides. She was almost positive Barbara was feeling the same things too. But she knew she would have to check on Barbara. She didn't want her getting off too soon. So after a few minutes of doing her chores, she quietly stepped down the hallway to the door of her room, which was cracked open just enough for her to peek inside. She was pleased to see Barbara right where she left her, still tightly tied and gagged, but she was a little concerned to see Barbara squirming around so much - especially rocking her hips around like she was. She didn't mind Barbara squirming around - she actually thought it was really hot. But she didn't want Barbara to get off. And from the looks of it, Barbara's hips were jerking every which direction and she could even hear lots of muffled grunting from her aunt as well. ****************************************** Barbara was squirming. As hard as she could. Twisting her body, rocking her hips, and pumping her pussy against those wonderfully tight ropes that ran through her lips. Every time she glanced up at her reflection in the mirror, she received a jolt that brought her a little closer. The woman she was looking at was so sexy tied up like that, squirming around, trying to get herself off. Seeing it and feeling it combined was absolutely thrilling. She was grunting quite a lot too. Not necessarily on purpose, since she had to exert quite a bit of effort to get even a little bit of stimulation against her clit. But she found the grunting helped, too. Hearing her frustrated voice muffled through the large gag Julie put on her was getting her quite worked up. Whenever she masturbated, she never made much noise, but she found she almost couldn't help it here, as the effort she exerted and the stimulation she was receiving nearly equaled each other. It was building, she could feel it. Every now and then she would close her eyes and picture Julie staring at her with burning lust, rubbing her balled-up fist down the crotch of her shorts, and that would help quite a bit too. It wouldn't be long now, she told herself. Probably only another couple of minutes... "Aunt Barbara!!" Barbara jolted to attention, her eyes wide and searching, her heart practically jumping out of her chest. And then Julie emerged from the crack in the door, stepping into the room. "What were you doing??" Julie said, accusatorily. Barbara flushed bright red. Shit! She'd been caught. Had Julie been spying on her this whole time?? She tried to explain herself. "Unngff-mmnngffnnph..." Shit. She was so flustered she forgot she couldn't talk. "You weren't trying to get out, were you?" Julie asked, almost sounding offended. "Mmnn-Mmnn, Mmnn-Mmnn!" Barbara said, shaking her head, her heart still racing terribly from having been caught. Julie came around in front of Barbara and bit her lip, grinning widely. "It's okay, I know what you were doing. You were trying to make yourself feel good, weren't you?" Barbara blushed so hard she could feel her cheeks and neck burning. She nodded, feeling the blush spread to her chest. Julie's eyes sparkled. "Well the thing is," she said, "I don't want you to do that right now. I mean, a little bit of squirming around is okay... you probably can't even help it. But I don't want you to go all the way. Okay?" Barbara found herself nodding, her face and chest still burning. Julie stood there, looking down at her aunt, chewing on her lip and looking like she was thinking hard about something. "Okay," she said finally, taking a long sigh. "I think we need to have a little talk." Julie then walked over to her desk chair and positioned it in front of Barbara, then sat down on it. She was still several inches taller than Barbara in this position, but their faces were closer than when she'd been standing up. Julie leaned forward, her elbows on her thighs, and their faces were almost level, and less than two feet apart. Barbara felt the ropes tense around her. Julie was clearly in control here, and it seemed she wanted Barbara to realize that. But even as Julie leaned close to her, Barbara felt her arousal increase. This girl was so impossibly pretty and had such incredible confidence, it nearly melted Barbara into a puddle. "Listen," Julie said, her voice softening and becoming significantly warmer and more tender. "I'm so glad you came to stay with us. I always knew we had something special and I'm so glad you realize it too. And I know it's scary and your mind is probably spinning like crazy. Mine is too. But I don't want you to worry. You just have to trust me and everything will be okay. I promise." Julie reached out and caressed Barbara's hair, her hand sliding down over Barbara's cheek. The gesture was so sweet, Barbara found her eyes fluttering closed at the girl's touch and leaning her cheek slightly into the girl's hand. Barbara was falling hard. Julie went on. "But you have to do everything I say. Every little thing, okay? I know some of it might sound strange and I know that some of the things we do aren't normal, but it's okay because we've got that special connection. No one else understands but us. We don't need to worry about anyone else or what anyone thinks because this is just between us. It'll be our secret forever. "You're my Barbara dolly now and that's just how it is. I have lots of little toy dolls that I like to tie up, but now you're my real one. You belong to me just like all those dolls in the box belong to me. I'm going to tie you up in lots of different ways, but first we have to get a lot more things from a lot of different stores. We're going to make lots of fun toys that I will use on you just like I pretend to use on my other dolls. Except you're real and they're not. "So from now on you're going to learn 'dolly mode.' Dollies don't talk, so from now on you're not going to talk unless I talk to you first. The only time you talk will be to answer questions. But you won't even need to do that very much so most of the time you'll be wearing a gag." Julie smiled. "You just look so pretty with a gag in your mouth, Aunt Barbara, and it gives me these wonderful little feelings to look at you like that. So tomorrow morning after breakfast, you'll go into dolly mode and I'll gag you. We'll play until I get tired or until mom and dad come home, whichever comes first." As Barbara sat there, listening to all this, she felt herself sinking further and further into the floor. It was like she was stuck and there was no way she could get out. On one hand she felt trapped, but on the other hand, the trap felt warm and welcoming, and deliciously sexy. Either way she looked at it, she felt like she wasn't going to be able to climb out. She could either resist, and make things difficult for herself with all the agonizing and wrestling back and forth, or she could accept that this was her fate now and she belonged to this impossibly gorgeous girl who was going to tie her up and play with her every day. Barbara couldn't tell whether she was about to cry or cum, and she felt on the verge of both. But as she looked into Julie's eyes, she couldn't help herself. It was like something else took over her body - a force she didn't have control of - and she nodded. Julie bit her lip as she grinned, her eyes sparkling. "Oh Aunt Barbara, my little Barbara dolly. We're going to have so much fun!" With that, Julie got up, pushed the desk chair aside, and stood back to look at her aunt. She bit her lip and sighed. "Oh my gosh, you look so good right now, Aunt Barbara," she said. She then pulled her phone out of her pocket and pointed it toward her aunt. "I'm gonna need a lot of pictures of you like this. I don't ever want to forget it." Julie proceeded to take several pictures of her aunt from several different angles, and Barbara had to sit there, unable to do anything about it. "Okay," Julie said when she was finished. "Now back to my chores. Remember, don't do anything naughty now, or else!" With that, she blew her aunt a kiss and bounded out of the room. Barbara had no choice but to sit there and contemplate everything her niece had said. She was bound tighter than she'd ever been in her life, she was hotter and more frustrated than she'd ever been in her life, and she was completely overwhelmed by the power this girl had over her. She desperately wanted to get off. Her pussy had never been so hot and wet before. But she knew she couldn't. Julie had told her not to. No matter how badly she wanted to cum, no matter how hot being in this bondage was, or how hot the image of herself looking like this in the mirror was, she had to sit here and deal with the frustration. And the more she dealt with it, the more she contemplated her new role as Julie's bondage dolly. ************************************************** Julie went in to check on her aunt a few more times throughout the course of the day, just to make sure she hadn't done anything she wasn't supposed to. Around 4:30 or so, she knew her parents would be coming home soon, so she untied her aunt from her position on the floor and put all of their toys away. However, she left the rope bra and crotch tie on. She told Barbara to get dressed and that she was now no longer in dolly mode since her parents were coming home, but that if she wanted to, Julie could put her into dolly mode at a moment's notice. So she told her not to get used to non-dolly mode too much. The rest of the evening, Julie had fun shooting her aunt little glances, grins, and winks, and watching Barbara practically melt on the spot. It was so thrilling for the girl, especially knowing that her aunt was still wearing the rope bra and crotch tie that Julie had put on her earlier in the day. Julie enjoyed reducing her aunt to a hot, confused mess right in front of her parents almost as much as she enjoyed doing it when it was just the two of them. She loved that there wasn't a moment when Barbara wasn't on high alert around her. At bedtime, Julie couldn't stop replaying the events of the day over and over in her head. They had gotten her so worked up! She stayed in her room, planning out the next day's events, when she eventually heard her parents and Barbara head to their bedrooms for the night. Julie knew that she had gotten her aunt extremely worked up that afternoon, and she knew that as soon as Barbara went to her room, she was going to try to relieve herself. Julie didn't particularly blame her - she wanted to relieve herself desperately too! But Julie had other things in mind. Quickly, Julie quietly tip-toed out of her room and down the hall to the door of her aunt's room. Julie put her ear to the door and could hear a dresser drawer open and then close. Perfect timing! *************************************************** Barbara was relieved an anxious at the same time. Relieved that she would finally be alone in her room but anxious to get down to business. She couldn't wait to settle down in bed and recall the events of the day while pleasuring herself to what would surely be her heaviest, most intense climax yet. She had just removed her clothes except for the rope bra, crotch tie, and her panties which the crotch tie held in place. How the hell was she supposed to get out of these? She searched around for a knot that she could reach and found that there was a knot from the crotch tie behind her at the small of her back. She tried fumbling with it, hoping to get it loose. Just then the door to her room opened and Julie walked in confidently. Barbara whipped her head up, her body instantly sent into a panic. Julie seemed to pay her no mind and casually closed the door behind her. "Aunt Barbara," she said in a slightly disappointed tone. "I didn't say you could take off that crotch tie, did I?" Barbara turned bright red. "But I was just going to--" she began, but Julie shot her a look that shut her up. "You're in dolly mode now, so you have to do what I say," Julie said. Her eyes scanned the room and stopped on a robe hanging up in Barbara's closet. She walked over and pulled the sash from the robe. "Now stand still," Julie said. "You're not going to talk anymore." Barbara strangely found herself frozen and unable to speak. Her heart pounded as Julie walked up behind her aunt and put the sash over her head, stretching it across her mouth and gagging her with it. She tied it off behind Barbara's head. What the hell was she trying to do now?? "There, that's better," Julie said. "Now I know you've been wearing these all day and I'm not going to make you sleep in them," Julie said as Barbara felt her hands on the rope bra, beginning to untie it. It was a welcome relief for Barbara. When she had that off, she started untying the crotch rope. "Especially this one," she said, referring to the crotch rope. "I know how close you came to getting off with it." Barbara sighed with relief as Julie began to untie it. It seemed that Julie wasn't quite so cruel after all and understood that Barbara had needs too. When Julie had finished untying her, she took the rope that had been binding her aunt's breasts and began wrapping it around Barbara's waist. Now Barbara was starting to get a bit confused. "But as you know," Julie went on, "all my dollies are tied up when they go to bed, so you have to be, too. Now put your hands behind your back." What?!?! How the hell was she supposed to sleep while she was tied up?? More importantly, would she still be able to touch herself and get herself off?? Why was Julie making her put her hands behind her back? She couldn't help her hesitation, but knew she'd better do as Julie asked. Maybe there was a good reason for all this and Julie was just being playful. "Don't worry," Julie said, taking her aunt's wrists and wrapping the rope around them, cinching them off, and then securing them to the ropes around her waist. "I'm going to make it comfortable. I just don't want you touching yourself tonight." Barbara quickly felt herself begin to panic. No, please no. Her pussy ached... no, it throbbed... no, it BURNED. It needed release desperately. She'd never needed anything so bad in her life! Just a cum! Just one fucking cum! She quickly pulled on her wrists, but Julie had tied them good. Moreover, Julie had secured them to her waist, which prevented her from slipping her arms around her legs and bringing them around in front of her after Julie was gone. No! NOOO! There had to be another way. Barbara's mind spun. "Okay, now get on the bed," Julie said after she finished tying Barbara's wrists. Her mind still spinning, Barbara walked up to the mattress and placed a knee on it. She struggled, but managed to lift herself onto the bed and walk on her knees a couple steps, getting to the center of the bed. Her legs. She still had use of her legs. She could... she could... she could climb out of bed and rub her pussy against something. The corner of the mattress, the bedframe, a pillow... anything. Anything would work. She'd never done anything like that before and blushed at the idea of what she might look like doing it, but she would be the only one here. It would work. It would have to. "Okay, lay down," Julie said. Barbara had no problem flopping down onto the mattress. She was surprised to find that this tie was actually quite comfortable, even lying down. Julie then took the rope that had been used for Barbara's crotch rope and climbed up on the mattress. "Okay, put your feet together," Julie said. WHAT?? NOOO! Barbara's entire body was in a desperate panic, worse than the previous one. She looked into Julie's eyes and Julie was determined. She meant business. And she was so fucking beautiful. Barbara couldn't say no. Against her body's urges, she found herself obediently placing her ankles together. And with that, Julie began winding the rope around Barbara's ankles, securing them together, preventing Barbara from getting out of bed and rubbing herself against something. Barbara's heart began to sink as she felt her ankles cinched off. But Barbara's mind wouldn't stop working. There were still several pillows on the bed. Maybe, just maybe, if she could wiggle her body up to one of them, she could roll her hips against one and possibly get off. It was worth a shot. It had to work. What Barbara didnt see was that Julie had left a length of rope dangling from her ankles. Julie then took this rope and pulled it down to one of the bedposts and secured it there, which effectively prevented Barbara from not only leaving the bed, but from wriggling her body around to reach the pillows at the head of the bed. "There," Julie said, taking the sheets and pulling them over her aunt, then sitting back to look at her. Barbara's heart sank as she realized her last hope for orgasm was now taken from her. She was now stuck. Tied up in bed with no way to stimulate herself. All night long. And the terribly frustrating part was that the state of bondage she was in was actually causing her temperature to increase. And there would be nothing she could do about it! She felt herself doomed to remain on a low to moderate simmer all night long - horny but unable to relieve herself. If only she'd still had that crotch rope on! Julie smiled down at her. "I know you were probably thinking you'd be able to get yourself off tonight," Julie said. "Especially after staying tied up like that all day and not being able to do anything about it. I bet you were, like, really, REALLY wanting to do it, huh?" Barbara nodded. Julie had no idea. Julie grinned. "But see, you're my dolly now. So I get to decide when you do that. I know it's really hard to keep yourself from doing it. Even I sometimes have a hard time stopping myself," she said as an adorable little blush rose to her cheeks. "But that's why I had to tie you up," Julie went on. "Because I knew you probably wouldn't be able to control yourself. And this is the only way I could make sure. I'm sure you understand." Barbara felt herself panic even as incredible arousal surged through her body. The idea of this perfect little hottie controlling her orgasms was beyond thrilling. Julie would tell her when she could cum. Which meant Julie would be in the room. Oh God, she would be able to cum with Julie right there. Maybe Julie would even let her look at her while she was cumming. The thought alone nearly brought her to orgasm. Barbara nodded in response. "Good," Julie said, smiling. "I knew you would." With that, Julie leaned down and kissed Barbara's forehead. "Well, off to bed now!" she said as she bounced off the bed. "I'll be back to get you in the morning! Sweet dreams!" And with that, Julie was gone. Barbara could do nothing but lie there thinking of Julie's words and feeling that wonderful sweet spot on her forehead where Julie's lips had been. ****************************************************** Julie got back to her own room, barely able to contain herself. Tying her aunt up, knowing she was going to be like that all night without being able to touch herself, was deliriously thrilling. Julie quickly went through her phone and scrolled through the photos she'd taken today of her aunt all tied up. God, they were so hot! Julie crushed the heel of her hand against her crotch just as she had earlier in front of Barbara and began to grind it around as she stared at the photos. She couldn't help herself. But her phone was too small. She wanted to see these pictures blown up larger. And there was something in particular she really wanted to see. Julie turned on her computer and plugged in her phone via a USB cable. She created a new folder specifically for these photos and started to transfer them. She let them transfer while she pulled off most of her clothes. She left her panties on, then sat down in her computer chair. With one hand, she grabbed one of her small breasts and squeezed it hard over and over, kneading the little flesh that was there, while her other hand went back between her thighs, crushing her balled-up fist to her sex as she clamped her thighs around it tightly. When the transfer finished, she clicked on the folder and opened the first photo, blowing it up to fill the frame of her computer screen. There was her aunt Barbara, her beautiful living dolly, all tied up tightly and gagged, like a neat little package, just for her. She stared at her aunt's breasts, encased by the rope bra, and squeezed her own little titties harder. She scrolled through the pictures, one after the other, as she rocked her hips back and forth on the seat of her chair, grinding her balled-up fist tightly against her young, slick sex. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The moment when she could finally be alone in her room and look at all these beautiful pictures she took of her beautiful living Barbara Dolly all tied up. But these pictures were just a prelude. She knew what she really wanted to see. After she scrolled through them all and had gotten herself worked up to nearly the breaking point, she closed the photos. She then took her headphones, plugged them into the computer, and placed them over her ears. She then opened up the video file, and her hands quickly went back to their positions - squeezing her boob, and grinding against her clit. It was from the perspective of the doorway, viewing her aunt from behind. Barbara was squirming in her bondage, wriggling her hips and trying to pump them back and forth as best she could in her state as she sat there all alone in Julie's room. Julie turned up the volume and could clearly hear her aunt's muffled grunts: "Mmmmph.... Hmmmmmff... Ummmff!... Mmmmmnnffh!" Julie gasped and clamped her thighs tighter around her fist, rocking her hips back and forth in her chair. She squeezed one breast, pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then did the same to the other breast. She watched her aunt squirm, jerking her hips, just as Julie jerked her own hips. Her aunt Barbara was so hot at that moment - it was clear she desperately wanted to cum. She was trying so hard! It got Julie so hot to know that her aunt loved being tied up - that it turned her on just as much as it turned Julie on to do it to her. Julie watched her aunt's hips work harder and faster. She knew she would have cum if Julie hadn't stopped her. As she watched the video, she wondered how far away her aunt was. Was it minutes? Seconds? Judging from the way Barbara's hips were jerking, it was seconds. It must have been so frustrating for her. She was clearly so close. But Julie wasn't going to let her do it. She was her Barbara Dolly and she had to listen to whatever Julie said. Only Julie could tell her when it was okay to cum. Julie ground her fist harder against herself, bucking her hips tightly. Julie stared at her own personal dolly, her beautiful Aunt Barbara, all tied up and gagged in Julie's room, desperately trying to get herself off but unable to, completely unaware that Julie was watching and recording her. Her plan was working beautifully. As she watched her beautiful doll squirm in her bonds, she came, holding her breath as she shuddered in her chair, thinking of how desperate her poor little doll was to get off, but couldn't. Not yet. ********************************************************** To be continued...