Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2019 22:55:23 -0700 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Barbara - Chapter 5 BARBARA Chapter 5 It seemed an eternity that Julie was in the shower. Barbara's head was a tortured swirl of thoughts as she lay on the floor, her body contorted and held in place in a tight hogtie, contemplating her predicament. A thousand scenarios ran through her head, filling her with excitement, fear, dread, guilt, humiliation, and above all, a deeply intense arousal. She never realized arousal could be coupled with so many conflicting emotions. What the hell was happening to her? How did she get to this point? It seemed like only yesterday her life was filled with endless possibility. She had gotten a divorce and moved out west - she was free. She had the world at her fingertips. And somehow it had all spiraled out of control, bringing her to this bizarre situation. Now it was becoming increasingly clear that she no longer had agency over where life was taking her. She felt like she was sinking, and fast. She no longer had her freedom. In fact, she was quite literally denied any of that right now as she was tightly bound and gagged on the floor. And it was all because of one person - an impossibly gorgeous 13 year-old who also happened to be her niece. Barbara grunted loudly into her gag as she struggled in her bonds. It was unbelievably frustrating. This isn't who she was. This wasn't what she ever thought she wanted out of life. She's 40 years old for crying out loud! What the hell was she doing caught up in this game with an adolescent girl?? How did it come to this? And yet, at the same time, she'd never felt so alive... or, ironically, so liberated. Julie had... oh God, Julie had done so much. Julie had captivated her. Thrilled her. Taken her to heights and levels of sexual arousal she'd only dreamed of achieving. She couldn't believe how hard she was falling for this girl. She absolutely melted at the sight of her. She was flat-out, hands down, the sexiest fucking creature to ever grace the earth's surface. That lean, toned little body. Those budding mounds on her chest that will become full breasts soon. That round little ass to die for over thin, strong legs. Those hypnotic dark eyes with perfect thick lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows. Small but full lips and that slight turned up nose. And that was just her physical appearance! Then there was her mind... that twisted, devilish, demented and perverted little mind of hers that shocked and thrilled Barbara in equal measure. Every single thought that came out of that pretty little head of hers was so deliciously depraved and so at odds with her physical appearance that Barbara simply couldn't wrap her head around it. She could only stand or sit there stunned and let it overwhelm her with arousal. And when Julie got her way and looked at Barbara with that wicked little sparkle in her eye, it shook Barbara to her core. There was nothing more purely or perfectly erotic in life than that little sparkle in Julie's eyes when she got her way, and Barbara absolutely lived for it. There was nothing she wouldn't do to see that sparkle again and again and again. Barbara was infatuated to the point of addiction. And so she found herself in this predicament - bound and gagged on the floor in a tight hogtie, nearly naked, her niece's wet, creamy panties over her face. Oh God, those panties. Those fucking panties. Barbara inhaled deeply again, pulling in their sweet scent as she closed her eyes and pictured Julie cumming into them. Barbara couldn't think of a more perfect metaphor to capture her relationship with Julie. She was so close to ultimate perfection, but just out of reach of it due to her restrained predicament. Julie was teasing her and she knew it. But she didn't care. It was so worth it. So fucking worth it. She inhaled again, feeling her clit ache and her heart soar. Yes, Barbara would do this again for Julie. This and more. Gladly. Willingly. All she had to do was think of that little sparkle in Julie's eyes and that satisfied smile of hers and she would melt and do whatever Julie told her. Whatever. As long as it pleased Julie. As long as it gave Julie that thrill and excited her perfect little body and mind. Praise from Julie was slowly becoming her raison d'être. Barbara was jolted back to reality as the door opened. "Did my dollies have fun while I was gone?" Julie said as she entered the room. She was freshly clean and dressed, wearing a fairly form-fitting multi-colored top and very short and very tight pink denim shorts. Barbara couldn't help her body's physiological response. Her heart pounded and her nerves jangled, causing her to involuntarily struggle in her bonds. She was startled at Julie's sudden entrance, of course, but part of her response was also arousal at seeing the perfectly beautiful girl again. Julie grinned. "I hope so, because now we've got other things to do. We're going to get ready to go shopping!" Julie then bent down and began untying the ropes that held Barbara in the hogtie. As the ropes loosened, Barbara felt her legs flop down against the carpet as her circulation returned to normal, and the same occurred with her arms. Next, she felt Julie untying her gag. "Now, my sweet dolly," Julie said, addressing her aunt, "I'm taking off your gag now, but you need to understand that you're going to be in dolly mode all day today. And dollies don't talk, do they?" Barbara shook her head, feeling a little thrill at being addressed as Julie's 'sweet dolly.' "Good," Julie said. "Because I always keep a very close eye on my dollies and if any of them get out of line, they will get punished. So if my dolly talks when she's not supposed to, I'm going to count that as strike one. A second time will be strike two. And I'm going to take all the strikes into consideration when it comes time for punishment, understand?" Barbara nodded, still saying nothing. "Okay, good," Julie said. "Now, up!" Julie held out her hand and helped Barbara to her feet. She then led her aunt over to her vanity and pulled out the small chair for her. "First is dolly makeup time," Julie said. "And for dolly makeup time, all my dollies sit perfectly still and stay just how I move them. Like this." Julie then went to her box of dolls and pulled out a doll sitting in a chair, completely tied to it. The doll's arms were tied to the chair's armrests, legs were tied to the chair legs, and the doll's body had several pieces of rope wrapped around her chest and torso, securing her to the back of the chair. Julie set the doll down on her vanity desk as an example for Barbara. "Now, sit like this," Julie said. Barbara did as she was told, positioning herself just like the doll in the chair, with her arms along the armrests and her legs against the chair legs. She sat there as Julie gathered up several pieces of rope and began tying her to the chair. She was surprised at how firmly Julie was securing her to the chair, and by the time the ropes were wrapped around her chest and middle, she felt just as tightly bound as any of the other times Julie had tied her up. She was absolutely immobile except for her head. And even though there were no ropes against her crotch stimulating her, her clit ached all the same at the feeling of complete restraint, and of course at the look of satisfaction on Julie's face when she was finished. For a second, as Julie looked at her, Barbara thought she could see the girl's tight little nipples straining against her shirt, and it made her desperately wish she had a free hand or even a crotch rope on. But Julie didn't linger on her dolly for long. She quickly spun around and began pulling out her makeup. She wasted no time in getting to work, dolling up Barbara's face as she hummed to herself. Every so often she would move enough for Barbara to get a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and each time Barbara was uncomfortably surprised by how much makeup Julie was applying. It was clearly overdone and far beyond the amount of makeup Barbara would ever consider putting on herself. She actually looked... well, she looked halfway between a cartoon and a slutty hooker. She felt herself blush terribly at the thought of going out in public like this. When Julie was finished, she set her makeup down and walked around behind Barbara to look at her in the mirror. Immediately she burst into laughter, causing Barbara to blush even deeper. Barbara knew she looked ridiculous. But she couldn't do anything about it. "Actually," Julie said as her giggles died down a bit, "it's perfect! It looks like a little girl was playing makeup with her dolly! This definitely has to be documented." With that, Julie pulled out her phone and began snapping pictures of her dolly in ridiculous makeup, tied tightly to a little girl's chair in nothing but her panties. "What do you think, Kara?" Julie said as she continued snapping photos from different angles. Barbara was momentarily confused until she realized that Julie was addressing the doll bound to the chair that was sitting on her makeup desk. "It's no meaner than anything I've done to you or your sisters, right? In fact, I'd say it's pretty tame!" Barbara couldn't help but feel a little thrill as Julie talked to the doll on her vanity like it was an actual person. Apparently these dolls all had personalities and lives of their own. She had already met Samantha as she was hogtied - the doll who secretly liked other girl dolls and had to be punished by being tied up and wearing her little sister's panties over her face. And now, apparently, she'd met Kara, who she really didn't know much about. But she couldn't deny the tingling in her clit as she wondered about what kind of deliciously mean things Julie had done to her and her sisters. She found herself desperately wanting to ask about her, but knew better than to talk. Julie finished taking pictures and set her phone down. "Not done yet!" she said as she picked up a hair brush and walked back around behind Barbara again. Julie proceeded to brush Barbara's hair until all the tangles from her night in bondage were out, and then brushed it all straight back, gathered it up into a bun, and secured it in place with a hair tie. She then went to her closet and pulled out a blonde wig from a box. Julie came up behind her aunt and carefully fitted the wig over her head, making her look even more slutty than she already did. As Barbara looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help thinking that the blonde wig made her look like a complete bimbo, especially with all the makeup. She couldn't help thinking she looked like a whore, and truthfully, she was beginning to feel that way too. "Perfect!" Julie squealed, picking up her phone again to snap more pictures. Julie set the phone down and knelt behind Barbara, beginning to untie her from the chair. Barbara was surprised to feel a little disappointment flash through her body at the loosening ropes. She didn't know if that meant she'd secretly hoped Julie would leave her like that all day or not, but it did mean they were on to the next phase, which Barbara had faith would be just as arousing as this one was. "Now it's time for dolly to get dressed!" Julie said when all the ropes had been loosened and taken off. "Stand up, dolly, and stand right here," Julie said, pointing to a spot on the floor. Barbara did as she was told as Julie rummaged around in her closet for the items she was looking for. After laying a few things down on the bed, Julie came back around in front of Barbara, holding a pair of black lace panties. She knelt down in front of Barbara and grabbed the waistband of the panties she had on, and began to slide them down. "Whew!" Julie said, turning her head away briefly as she scrunched up her nose. "Definitely time for new panties." Barbara blushed as she stepped out of the ones she had on, watching Julie toss them to the side. "Okay, now into these, dolly," Julie said, holding open the black lace panties for her aunt. Barbara stepped into them and Julie began to pull them up her legs and over her hips. They were a snug fit, but Barbara couldn't help feeling aroused at the sight of such sexy underwear on herself. Julie then grabbed a long piece of rope that looked doubled up and pre-tied, with several knots along its length. She found a section of the rope and pulled open the two halves between two other knots. She told Barbara to lower her head, which she did, and Julie placed the opening over Barbara's head. The rope now dangled down quite a bit along her front, and also down not so far along her back. Julie then pulled the front end down between Barbara's legs and up behind her, securing it to a loop in the rope along her back, and pulling it tight against her crotch, causing her to shudder. Julie then took the long ends of the rope and began pulling them through each of the doubled-up sections, stretching them open along both Barbara's front and back, creating a body harness. This had the effect of putting even more pressure on the ropes preying wickedly on her clit. She tightened everything up and Barbara was surprised to feel tightly bound all up and down her torso, even though she had movement of her arms and legs. She shuddered at the thought of actually walking and moving around like this. Julie then went to the bed and picked something up, then came around in front of Barbara and held it out for her. Barbara was shocked to see Julie holding a pair of black fishnet stockings and garter belt. Where did Julie even get these?! They certainly couldn't have been Lisa's! Had Julie somehow gotten them a while ago and simply been holding onto them, waiting for a moment like this with a real-life doll? The possibilities swirled in Barbara's head and caused her to hesitate momentarily. It was just enough for Julie to notice. "Don't make me have to tell you twice, dolly," Julie said in a firm tone. Not wanting to anger this perfect creature, Barbara stood still and allowed Julie to put the garter belt around her hips and clasp it behind her. She then lifted one leg as Julie slid one stocking, and then the other, up her legs. Finally, Julie clasped each of the garter straps to the stockings, completing the look. Barbara could hardly believe it as she looked down at herself. She had never worn anything so provocative. It was equal amounts embarrassing and thrilling. "Now for my favorite part," Julie said, running back to the bed. She came back holding a bra that made Barbara's eyes widen. The center of both cups had holes in them, just where the nipples should be. The cut part had been folded over and sewn back to the cup in a makeshift way that made Barbara think Julie had done it herself. "I made it myself!" Julie proudly declared as she began slipping the bra over Barbara's arms and up to her shoulders. Julie then began positioning the bra against Barbara's large breasts, placing the holes right over Barbara's nipples. "Okay, dolly, I need you to hold this right here for me," Julie said. Barbara couldn't believe she was doing this, but did as Julie requested and held the bra, which looked way too small for her, against her breasts while Julie walked around behind her. Julie took the ends of the clasps and pulled them hard, causing the front of the bra to press incredibly firmly against Barbara's breasts, her nipples barely squeezing through the holes. As Julie pulled on the clasps more, Barbara's jaw dropped at the sensation of her nipples being forced tightly through the two small holes - tighter and tighter still, until she finally felt the clasp lock. Julie quickly came running around in front of Barbara and gasped with surprise. "Oh, my auntie Barbara dolly! I love it, but we need to do some adjusting first." With that, Julie pulled at the edges of the bra cups, settling Barbara's large breasts more squarely into the cups. She then pinched Barbara's nipples hard, pulling and tugging them through the holes even further, causing Barbara to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Barbara looked down at herself, seeing her nipples protruding almost two inches out, squeezed as they were through the holes in the bra. Despite the strange discomfort she felt, she couldn't deny a terrible thrill rushing through her at the sight of her nipples in that condition. The sight of her nipples, and the black garter, panties, and stockings beneath them, coupled with the body harness and the ropes straining against her crotch, was all causing Barbara's pussy to ooze considerably. She had never felt more like a doll... or for that matter, more sexy, in all her life. Julie grinned. "Now to finish everything up." With that, she went to the bed and grabbed a white blouse that zipped up the front and put it on her dolly, zipping it up low enough to reveal quite a bit of cleavage, but none of the bra or the rope harness. Barbara gasped as she felt her nipples poking against the fabric of the blouse, and could clearly see them straining against the material. She absolutely could not believe she was about to go out in public like this. Julie went back to the bed and came back holding a short black skirt, which she held open for her dolly/aunt. Barbara stepped into it and Julie pulled it up, struggling a bit to get it over Barbara's hips, as it was quite a snug fit. Julie pulled it up quite high - high enough to reveal the straps of Barbara's stockings, and nearly high enough to reveal her panties! Finally, Julie went to the closet and came back with some tall black ankle-strap heels, which she set in front of Barbara's feet. She sat down and helped put them on, buckling the straps around her dolly's ankles. Then she stepped back and admired her work. "Oh my God," Julie said, squeezing her thighs together, her eyes going right to her aunt's chest, with her very prominent, very visible nipples poking against the fabric of her blouse. Barbara blushed hard, but couldn't help feeling a tingle of arousal rush through her at the sight of her beautiful niece all turned on. "You are the hottest dolly I've made yet!" Julie declared, rocking her hips from side to side as she kept her thighs squeezed together. Barbara's clit ached at the sight of her niece gently stimulating herself, and for a brief moment, desperately wished that Julie would go all out and masturbate right then and there in front of her. But she didn't. In fact, Julie just turned and darted out of the room without warning. Barbara stood there in a daze. Between the body harness, the nipple-squeezing bra, the crotch tie, and the tight skirt hugging her hips and ass, Barbara felt completely bound, even though she still had total movement of her arms and legs. It was a truly strange sensation, and one that caused every nerve in her body to jolt to life with arousal. She barely had time to process her predicament when Julie came back into the room, dangling a set of car keys on her finger. "Time for dolly to take me to the mall!" she said cheerfully, tossing the keys to a dumbfounded Barbara. Barbara barely had the reflexes to catch the keys, fumbling them a bit as she pulled them in, clutching them to her abdomen, which again made her very aware of the rope harness she had on. The act of catching the keys and pressing them against her body also caused the rope running through her crotch to pinch her clit, causing her to wince and shudder. She looked up just in time to see Julie walking away, swaying her hips as those tight shorts she was wearing outlined her sexy little round butt. Barbara again shuddered at the sight of her niece's tight butt and figured she'd better start moving if she wanted to catch up with it. As soon as she did, she gasped immediately. She had forgotten how intrusive the crotch rope was, and this one was tight enough that it rubbed the rough lace of her panties against her clit at the slightest forward movement. She didn't know how the hell she was going to get to the car, let alone walk around a mall! On top of that, her movement caused her body harness to grip and tighten against her ribcage and abdomen, while simultaneously pulling down on her shoulders and up against her pussy and ass crack. She couldn't help but think it almost felt like Julie's hands were gripping her entire body every time she moved. And that thrilled her to no end. Of course, beyond all this, she felt the bra she was wearing squeeze and compress her large breasts, forcing her already swollen nipples further through the tight holes at the front of the bra - her sensitive bare flesh rubbing against the slightly coarse fabric of the blouse she had on. Her nipples seemed to get impossibly stiffer still as she walked. Barbara felt her throat catch as she tried to move down the hall, but Julie was already at the front door. There was no way she would be able to keep up with her in this state. "Barbara dolly," Julie called out with a hint of frustration in her voice. "I shouldn't have to wait for you. You've got to keep up with me or I'm gonna be disappointed!" Barbara whimpered under her breath as she hurried down the hall, tears nearly forming in her eyes. This was cruel! Didn't Julie know how hard it was for her to move like this?? When Barbara finally caught up to her, out of breath, pussy and nipples throbbing and aching, Julie was leaning against the front door impatiently with her purse over her shoulder, and rolled her eyes. "Gawd," Julie sighed, pushing the front door open. "You better not make me wait for you like this at the mall. We've got things we need to buy, and then more stuff to do when we get home! Time is important. All my dollies understand this. And you do too, right?" Barbara nodded, her head still a mess, her body parts throbbing, wondering how she was going to get through this. "Good," Julie said, and walked out the door. Barbara took a deep breath and walked out as well, making sure to close and lock the front door behind her. Every step was extremely uncomfortable, but in a way that somehow drove her wild with arousal. She walked up to the car and unlocked it for Julie, who climbed inside. Barbara then walked around to the driver's side and opened the door. Bending down to get into the car immediately caused her to squeal out loud as the crotch rope dug into her clit, grinding the rough lace against it. She couldn't help it - it was involuntary. Julie's brow furrowed. "Um, did my dolly just make a noise? I sure hope not, because dollies can't talk or make any noise!" Barbara flushed beet red, wondering what Julie was going to do next. Julie glared at Barbara for a few seconds, then relaxed her expression. "I'll let it go this time because I know Barbara dolly is new to all this, and I'm sure it was an accident. But it better not happen again!" Barbara winced, biting her lip as she settled into the driver's seat, the crotch rope pressing right up against her asshole as she settled her weight down into the seat. She could also feel her skirt riding up to what felt like nearly halfway up her ass cheeks! Fortunately, this sitting position wasn't quite so bad as the slack lessened up on her shoulders, creating far less pull. But she knew all of that would go away the second she had to stand back up. Barbara started the car. Julie then spoke up, directing her dolly where to go. Along the way, Julie glanced over at her dolly several times, eyeing her up and down, sometimes smiling, sometimes biting her lip. Barbara thought she saw Julie adjusting herself in her seat a few times, but she didn't actually catch Julie touching or stimulating herself. Every time Barbara looked at herself in the rear view mirror, she couldn't help but feel a terrible pang of embarrassment and humiliation. She couldn't believe how ridiculous she looked! And she was going out in public like this! This was absolutely insane! The only small comfort she could take was that she was so heavily made up with the wig and makeup, it was almost like a disguise. It's not like she really knew anyone out here anyway, but it still felt humiliating. When they finally parked, Julie grabbed her purse and got out first, then immediately started walking toward the mall. Shit! Barbara hadn't even taken the keys out of the ignition yet! Barbara grunted as she pushed open the door and slowly started to stand up. When she was standing fully straight, she felt the ropes pull against her shoulders and pussy and ass, wincing at the sensation. Julie was already crossing the parking lot to the mall sidewalk, and Barbara knew that she didn't want Julie to get upset with her again. She took a deep breath and began to walk as fast as she could toward the mall entrance. Immediately, her jaw dropped as the ropes ground the lace against her clit. Her faster than normal movements also caused the ropes along her sides to grip her ribcage tighter and her sore, nearly numb nipples to slide with even more friction against the fabric of her blouse. She was still a fair distance away from Julie, who was almost inside the doors now. She whimpered and picked up the pace even more, nearly running now as she hurried as fast as she could in the heels she was wearing, her clit receiving more and heavier friction than she could ever remember receiving before, her breasts bouncing heavily against her chest, her nipples rubbing aggressively against her blouse. As Barbara hurried, she couldn't help but notice several people, both men and women, turn their heads to look at her. She couldn't pay them any mind now - her only focus was Julie, and doing everything she could to not make her upset. Her clit was frazzled, her nipples burned, and with every step she felt like her boobs were going to pop out of her blouse. But she was gaining ground, and she was nearly caught up with Julie now, who was opening the door to the mall. Barbara finally caught up with her just as Julie walked through the door and into the mall. Julie turned to her and smiled, then her eyes went wide as she looked her aunt up and down, her jaw falling open. "Aunt Barbara!" Julie exclaimed in a hushed voice, now seeming like the proper young lady Barbara had always assumed her to be before all of this happened. "Pull your skirt down! We're in public for crying out loud!" Barbara suddenly flashed hot with embarrassment. Sitting in the car, her skirt had ridden up considerably, and she hadn't had a chance to fix it before having to take off after Julie. Oh God, she thought as her hands quickly went to the hem, finding it indeed high enough to be showing her panties. She'd never flushed deeper red in her entire life, feeling the heat radiate as far down as her chest and even abdomen. No wonder so many people were staring at her as she crossed the parking lot! Quickly, she began to struggle with the hem, but the skirt was so tight and the rope harness gripped her body so much that it wasn't easy. She had to wriggle and squirm her hips around as she pulled, fighting to keep from grunting as she did so. Because Julie knew that dollies didn't grunt. They don't make any noise. As she struggled, Barbara felt several more pairs of eyes on her, especially those of extremely well-dressed teenage girls - the kind of girls whose parents spoil them on a regular basis. The looks and stares of disgust and condescension she felt from those gawking girls would be forever seared into her memory. "I swear Aunt Barbara," Julie said at a slightly louder than normal volume, "I can't take you anywhere!" Barbara blushed even harder as she overheard one of the girls giggle to her friends, saying, "Omigod, that's her aunt?!" Barbara was an absolute mess. She was humiliated, flustered, out of breath, and somehow still incredibly horny from the way the rope harness and bra were squeezing her sensitive parts. She didn't know what to think or feel - it was all just a crazy mess. Who even WAS she anymore?! The way she was dressed, she felt like... well, she felt like a whore. Julie's whore. The thought humiliated and aroused her in equal measure. "Come on, we're going this way," Julie said with frustration in her voice as she turned and walked a little too forcefully in the other direction. Her shoulder bumped a shirt that was hanging on a display rack and knocked it to the floor. Julie paused, looking down at the shirt, then over at Barbara, then back down at the shirt. "Well?" Julie said. "Aren't you gonna pick that up?" Barbara, her heart pounding, walked up to the shirt, feeling all her sensitive parts scream as she did so. She knew that if she bent over, she would have the same problem with her skirt again, so she very carefully bent her knees, squatting down with both knees to one side, feeling the crotch rope slide roughly through her sensitive ass and pussy, and picked up the shirt, very carefully straightening herself back up. She hung up the shirt and walked over to Julie, who was looking at her with very narrow eyes. Barbara couldn't figure out what she'd done wrong. Julie leaned into her and whispered roughly, "My dollies don't bend their knees when they bend over, understand?" Barbara felt her face flush and her pussy and nipples throb as she nodded dumbly to her niece. Julie's eyes returned to normal. "Now come on," she said. "We've got a ways to go." Julie took off walking, and Barbara knew she'd better keep pace, no matter how much it tortured her poor pussy and nipples. She couldn't decide which was worse - the rough lace grating against her clit with each step, or her hard, swollen nipples rubbing firmly against the fabric of her blouse with each bounce of her breasts. She tried to distract herself by keeping her eyes on her niece's tight, round butt as she walked, which did help a little. They walked through the store they were in and out into the open mall, which seemed busier than usual for this time of day. As Barbara looked around, she couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be an unusually high number of teenage girls walking around, often in groups. On second thought, Barbara realized there actually wasn't anything unusual about this; what was unusual was that they all seemed to be staring at her. She'd never felt so exposed or on display, especially in front of a bunch of teen and pre-teen girls - all of them strangers and all of them somehow impossibly attractive. Barbara felt humiliated, like she was being paraded around for all these girls to stare at. She felt slutty and whorish. What was worse was that the crotch rope grinding against her clit and her raw nipples rubbing against the fabric of her blouse kept her constantly aroused, and despite how humiliated she felt by all the stares of the girls, she also couldn't help becoming aroused by them. More than a few times Barbara found herself wondering what it would feel like to have their hands on her, manipulating and playing with her body as they pleased. Barbara felt guilty thinking these things about girls so young, but she didn't know why she couldn't stop her eyes from drifting toward them and feeling aroused, particularly if they were wearing tight shirts or short shorts, which many of them were. Each time she imagined them approaching her and pushing her to the ground only to have their way with her, it gave her clit a particularly strong jolt, to the point of nearly cumming. They passed a group of four very attractive girls in their early to mid-teens just coming out of a store that gave Barbara's pussy a strong twitch. She didn't get as good a look at them as she would have liked, but immediately felt even further aroused as the girls continued walking in their direction, directly behind them. Barbara could hear them talking and giggling, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Julie led Barbara up to an escalator going up to the second floor, which they stepped onto. To Barbara's equal discomfort and delight, the four girls stepped on right behind them. Barbara could feel her arousal growing as she felt the closeness of the girls. She didn't know why they were turning her on so much, but at this point she really didn't care. Julie looked behind them at the girls, then at Barbara. "Aunt Barbara, could you please get my chapstick out of my purse for me?" Julie said. Barbara's first thought was puzzlement at why Julie didn't just do that herself. She looked at Julie's shoulders, however, and noticed that her purse wasn't there. Barbara looked down, and there was Julie's purse, sitting at her feet. A sinking panic struck Barbara as she realized she was going to have to bend down to get Julie's chapstick. Moreover, she didn't even know where it was in her purse. And on top of all that, she and Julie were just slightly higher up on the escalator than the girls behind them. Barbara swallowed hard as she knew she shouldn't keep Julie waiting. Remembering what Julie said about dollies not bending their knees, Barbara slowly bent at the waist, reaching down for Julie's purse, feeling her skirt ride up along her ass cheeks and the ropes tighten against her. It was less than a second before the girls behind them cut their conversation abruptly. Barbara felt her face get hot as she fumbled around in Julie's purse. The girls were RIGHT behind them. Barbara knew they could see everything. And then the whispering started. A gasp. "Look! Look!" one of them whispered. "Omigod, look! Do you see that?!" "Is... is that a rope??" "Omigod, it is! It's totally a rope!" "Omigod, look at how deep it's going!" "Omigod, I can NOT believe it!" "Can you even imagine what that feels like?" "She probably likes it." Giggling. "Omigod, I bet she totally does!" Giggling. Barbara had never been so humiliated in her life. Her face burned. Where the fuck WAS this chapstick?! "Oh, oops!" Julie said. "Never mind, it was in my pocket. My bad!" Barbara's heart sank. What. The. Fuck. She slowly straightened herself up, feeling the ropes slide through her pussy and ass once again, just in time to see Julie finish applying the chapstick to her lips. Julie smacked her lips together then flashed a grin at Barbara. "Thanks anyway though!" she said. Barbara felt her face and chest burning from humiliation as she could still hear whispers and giggles from the girls behind her. She knew her skirt was up way too high from bending over, and she mustered whatever dignity she had left to grab the hem of her skirt and struggle to pull it down past her ass cheeks. It was just as difficult as before, and even more humiliating with the cute girls right behind her, giggling as they watched her struggle. When they finally got off the escalator, Barbara felt a brief sense of relief that was quickly replaced by the anxiety of having to walk again while her clit and nipples were roughly stimulated. "This way," Julie said, heading past the food court and straight for Victoria's Secret. Barbara followed her niece, wincing as she got moving again, feeling an unexpected thrill course through her at the idea of looking at more sexy clothes. She followed Julie's perfect little ass as it swayed into the store, her humiliation gradually fading as her arousal returned. Inside, Julie made a bee-line for the lingerie section and quickly began browsing through the clothes, humming to herself. She grabbed a couple teddies and babydolls of various colors - white, burgundy, and peach-colored. She then went to the panty section and grabbed a couple pairs she liked. Barbara felt herself get hot as she saw that the lingerie Julie picked out were just around her own size, which meant that Julie intended to dress her in them. She felt a different kind of arousal when Julie picked out the panties, recognizing that they were much too small for her, meaning they were for Julie. How she longed to see Julie in them! Julie then went back to the lingerie section and started browsing through some small black items. She found a few that looked shiny, like they were made of vinyl or faux leather. Barbara felt her heart rate increase as Julie pulled a black bodysuit teddy off the rack and looked at the tag. Barbara was shocked to see that it was far too small for her. Was Julie actually planning on wearing it?! Julie flung it over her arm and started walking toward the dressing rooms. "Come on, dolly," she said. Barbara swallowed dryly as she walked behind her niece toward the dressing rooms. Julie pushed open a stall and gestured for Barbara to walk inside. Barbara went in, assuming Julie would hand her the clothes and wait outside. But Julie walked right in with her and closed the door behind them. Barbara was shocked, her heart pounding. Had anyone seen them go in together? This wasn't some mother going in with her little daughter. This was a grown woman and an adolescent girl sharing a dressing room stall together. Surely this would raise some eyebrows! Julie set the clothes down on the bench and held up one of the teddies against Barbara's body. "Yep," she said, "I think it'll work. The others are the same size, so that's good." With that, Julie began to pull her own top off, revealing a small sports bra. Turning back toward the bench, she pulled off the bra as well, and went to work unbuttoning her shorts. Barbara's heart pounded as she watched her niece undress. Julie had her back to her, but all the skin she was showing was getting Barbara incredibly worked up. Julie pushed down her shorts, revealing a pair of tight pink panties that hugged her butt cheeks beautifully. Julie then picked up the shiny black teddy and began to step into it. The front was shiny black vinyl, but the back was see-through nylon with a few floral patterns. As Julie pulled it up to her waist, Barbara was surprised to see that there was only a thin strip of fabric running between her ass cheeks, and the actual teddy began up over her hips. That thin strip pulled Julie's panties in tight between her ass cheeks, causing them to ride up a bit. Julie reached behind herself and began to zip the back up, but stopped when she couldn't reach any further. "Dolly, I need you to finish this for me," Julie said. Barbara reached forward and pulled the zipper all the way up, surprised at how snugly it conformed to Julie's body. When Julie turned around, Barbara felt her heart skip a beat. The shiny black teddy resembled a one-piece bathing suit, only there were no shoulder straps. It hugged Julie's body wonderfully, curving around her hips and hugging her torso snugly. Julie's small breasts didn't quite fill out the cups in the front, but there was a considerably deep dip in the material right between them, held together by a small strip. It was powerfully sexy and Barbara couldn't believe how well it conformed to the girl's body. Her clit ached and throbbed as she drank in the sight of the girl. Julie looked down at herself, then glanced in the mirror. A wicked smile began to spread across her face as she looked at herself. "I think it works," she said. She then approached her aunt and reached out both arms, placing her hands on Barbara's shoulders. Then, gently, she began to press downward. Barbara felt her knees were about to give out even before Julie did this. Now it was only too easy as her knees buckled and she sank to the floor on one knee, then the other, feeling the crotch rope slide roughly along her clit. "There," Julie said, smiling down at her aunt. "Most of the time you won't be looking at me from a height much taller than this." Barbara swallowed dryly, everything in her body throbbing heavily. "So what do you think?" Julie said, removing her arms from her aunt's shoulders and taking a step back. "This is a little preview," Julie said, slowly turning around. "Of course, at home I won't be wearing panties." Barbara could hardly believe her eyes or her ears. She no longer cared whether there was anyone else in the dressing room listening to them. This was an absolute sex goddess standing before her. She'd never seen Julie wear anything so provocative and it sent a thrill straight through her core and right between her legs. This was something that finally matched who Julie was on the inside - a commanding, slightly cruel dominatrix who played with her dolls as she pleased, sexually torturing and humiliating them at her own whim. She was Barbara's mistress and looked every bit the part. Barbara's instinct was to grovel at the girl's feet, willing to do anything and everything the girl wished. She knew she wasn't able to talk or make any noise. So she just nodded. Julie smiled. "I'm glad you approve," she said, slowly walking back up to her aunt in a sensual, teasing manner. Julie brought her body within inches of her aunt's face, forcing Barbara to bend her neck back and look up at the girl. Julie brought her hand up and traced her finger along her doll's jawline. "I hope my dolly is having fun today," she said, smiling down at the older woman. "I know I am." Barbara swallowed. It had been absolute torture. But what wonderful, thrilling, devilishly exciting torture! "So what did my dolly think of those girls on the escalator?" Julie asked. Barbara felt her stomach tighten and heat radiating from her face and neck at the mere mention of those girls. As she looked up at her mistress, she wondered whether this was a trick question. Dollies didn't talk, did they? "I know you were looking at them," Julie went on. "You were looking at lots of girls in the mall, some of them even my age." Barbara swallowed, feeling her face and neck get even hotter. She couldn't believe Julie had noticed. She had never felt more like a pervert in her life. She was horribly ashamed of herself. "Were you thinking about them in naughty ways?" Julie said, caressing her dolly's face with one hand and smoothing out her hair with the other. "Maybe what they looked like without clothes on? Or maybe you were imagining them doing naughty things to you?" This was unbelievably tense. Barbara didn't know what to do or say, or if she should even move. So she stayed perfectly still, letting all the humiliation consume her as Julie got deeper into her head. "You shouldn't be thinking such things about girls so much younger than you," Julie said. "That's bad." Barbara felt her body shaking now. She just wanted to crawl under a rock and hide forever. Julie was right! It was wrong! So why did she do it?! "But I know dolly can't help it," Julie said, caressing her dolly's face. "Because dolly's dirty and perverted and can't help getting excited around pretty, young girls. It's just who my Barbara dolly is." Barbara closed her eyes, feeling like she was about to cry. Yes, she was dirty and perverted. And Julie knew it. She was sick. So sick and twisted. Why?! Why was she like this?! "Dolly, look at me," Julie said. Barbara opened her eyes. "You need to understand something," Julie said, leaning her face down to within inches of Barbara's. "You are MINE. I get to do whatever I want with you because I OWN you. You don't get to do anything with any other girls unless I say so. Understand?" Barbara nodded, feeling her clit throb. Even the suggestion of her doing something with other girls thrilled her to no end. Of course, it would likely involve excruciating humiliation, which was soul-crushing, but somehow equally thrilling. Julie smiled, standing back up straight. "I know you can't help looking at them though, so I will allow that. It's just in dolly's dirty, perverted nature." Julie continued caressing Barbara's hair. "Who knows what's going through that pretty little head of yours. Maybe sometime I will sit you down and have you tell me all the dirty little thoughts you were having while you were looking at all these cute young girls here at the mall." Barbara blushed hard. How could she ever bring herself to verbalize her sick and twisted thoughts about other girls to a 13 year-old?? Her knees felt wobbly, like she was about to collapse to the floor. Julie giggled. "But that's for another time. Now, we have clothes to buy. But first, we need to go over some rules." Barbara swallowed hard. "You're going to take these clothes to the counter and pay for them," Julie said. "And this is the only time when you are allowed to speak. But, you are only to speak if the clerk asks you a question, and you are only allowed to answer questions about the transaction. Understand? That is the only topic you are allowed to talk about: Buying the clothes. If you say anything about anything else, that will be a strike. Got it?" Barbara nodded. "Good," Julie said. With that, Julie turned away and took off the shiny black teddy, placing it back on the hanger, and put her original clothes back on. She then gathered up all the clothes she had brought into the changing room. "Stand up, dolly," she said, handing Barbara the clothes. "Let's go buy these." Barbara could feel a thousand eyes on her as she brought the clothes up to the front counter, even though there were only a handful of people in the store. The clerk was a cute girl who looked barely out of high school, and as she scanned each of the items, her eyebrows rose more than a few times. As she scanned the items, the clerk looked up at Barbara, then over at Julie, then back at Barbara. "We like to play dress-up," Julie said playfully. The clerk's eyebrows rose again. "Oh really?" she said. "Yeah," Julie said with a slight giggle. She thrust her hip to the side, bumping Barbara playfully with it. "She's my dolly and lets me dress her up however I want. Isn't that right, dolly?" Barbara couldn't believe her ears. What the hell was Julie doing?! Her throat caught and she momentarily froze up before realizing that Julie had asked her a question. Mustering all the strength in her body, she forced her head up and down, nodding. The clerk's eyebrows rose even higher. "I see," she said. Then she turned to Barbara. "And how do you want to pay for this, ma'am?" Barbara tried to speak, but had difficulty. Either it was the situation or the fact that she hadn't spoken practically all morning. Or both. "C-card," she said after clearing her throat. The clerk put all the clothes in bags and handed them across the counter. Barbara reached out for them but Julie beat her to it, grabbing the bags off the counter and smiling at the clerk. "Thanks," Julie said, grinning widely. As Barbara turned away, she could have sworn she saw out of the corner of her eye the clerk flashing Julie a little smile as well. No, she couldn't have done that. It was just her imagination. Wasn't it? Julie was already off and out of the store as Barbara hurried to keep up, wincing as she did so, as the crotch rope slid deeper between her lips, grinding the lace against her clit. Julie was passing the food court again when she paused and gasped. "Oh my gosh, look!" she said, pointing across the court. As Barbara looked across the food court, she felt an immediate pang of embarrassment. Sitting at a table halfway across the court were the same four girls who had gotten onto the escalator behind them and had seen Barbara bend over. They apparently heard Julie's exclamation and all turned to look at them. Barbara felt her embarrassment deepen further. Why did it have to be them?! And why did they all have to be so attractive?! "A photo booth!" Julie said excitedly. "We've got to go!" Barbara looked past the girls and saw that there was, indeed, a photo booth at the opposite side of the food court. Apparently that's what Julie had been looking at the whole time. Did she even recognize the girls at the table? Julie grabbed her dolly's wrist and pulled her across the food court, right past the table of attractive girls, whose eyes followed them across the food court. Barbara could hear them whispering and giggling to each other as they went past. Once inside the photo booth with the curtain pulled, Barbara finally felt like she could relax. Except she knew that those girls had been watching them, and they knew they were in here right now. "Come on, dolly," Julie said, pointing to the pay slot. "Let's do this!" Barbara reluctantly put her card into the machine, barely believing the way she looked right now was about to be documented by a public camera. After she pulled her card out, Julie took over, pressing buttons for the number of photos to be taken and for the countdown to begin. "Okay dolly, arms behind your back, fingers locked," Julie said, looking at her dolly as the countdown began. Barbara felt like a deer in headlights. She didn't know what to do or where to look. She definitely didn't feel like smiling, as she was still terribly embarrassed, and also terribly horny. Suddenly she felt Julie's arms around her as the first flash went off. She then felt Julie's lips press against her cheek and nearly melted as the second flash went off. This was all going far better than she expected, until Julie quickly grabbed the zipper at the front of her blouse and yanked it down. Her tightly squeezed breasts burst free, swollen nipples protruding from the holes in her bra, as the third flash went off. She was shocked and felt a strong instinct to cover herself up, but then Julie's hands were on her, grabbing and squeezing her breasts, and pulling her already distended nipples even further out of the holes in her bra. She was dumbfounded and confused as the fourth and fifth flashes went off, and then Julie spoke again. "Turn towards me, dolly, quick!" she said, and Barbara quickly obeyed. Julie then quickly put her face down in front of her dolly's tightly bound chest, opened her mouth, and gave a warm, wet lick to one of Barbara's firm, puffy nipples as the next flash went off. The session was an absolute blur and before Barbara knew it, it was over. She sat there in shock, reeling from the sensation of Julie's tongue on her nipple as Julie sat there giggling. "That was great!" Julie exclaimed. "But uh... dolly? I think you should zip your blouse back up. I mean, come on. We're in public!" Barbara fumbled with her zipper, but seemed to be having some difficulty. Julie sighed and reached down to help her. "I swear. You can't do anything. You are utterly helpless, aren't you, dolly?" Julie said with frustration in her voice. Julie zipped her up, leaving space for plenty of cleavage to show. By this point, the pictures were done and had printed out of the machine. Barbara still couldn't believe she had been exposed like that in such a public place. She reached out to grab the photos, hoping to destroy them once they got home. "Those aren't for us," Julie said, pushing Barbara's hand away. "We have plenty of pictures at home anyway." With that, she stood up and grabbed Barbara's hand. "Come on, dolly. Time to go home." Barbara couldn't believe Julie was actually going to leave those pictures there! Barbara desperately wanted to grab them, but could she risk defying her mistress right now? What would Julie do to her if she did grab them? Julie already had countless pictures of her in various states of bondage, and Barbara cringed at the thought of what she might do with those photos if she disobeyed. So Barbara left the photos where they were as she and Julie walked out of the photo booth. Once again, the four girls who had been behind them on the escalator all turned and looked at them as they left the photo booth. Barbara was terribly embarrassed, but Julie seemed to pay them no mind. As they walked past the girls, Barbara swore she heard one of them say something like, "Where are the photos?" or "Did they take the photos?" Barbara was mortified at the thought of those girls paying so much attention to them and especially of the possibility that one of them might go in there afterward and look for the photos. Even worse - that if one girl found them, she might show the to the others. Oh God! She couldn't even bear the thought. What would they think?! Barbara didn't dwell too long on this thought as the rough sensation of the ropes against her clit and her nipples rubbing against her blouse brought her back to reality. Julie was pulling her along fairly quickly and Barbara struggled to keep up. As soon as they got back onto the escalator though, the thoughts returned, along with the terribly intense embarrassment. They had seen her. What had they thought of her?! What if they found the photos?? These thoughts consumed her and remained with her as they walked out of the mall and back to their car. Barbara couldn't believe how humiliated she was. But at the same time, she also couldn't remember being so intensely turned on. The crotch rope, her nipples, all those cute girls walking around in the mall, Julie in that shiny black teddy, Julie's soft, wet tongue on her nipple.... oh God. As Barbara drove home, it was all she could do to focus on the road so she wouldn't crash the car. ******************************************************* "I'm so excited!" Julie said as they pulled up in the driveway back at her house. "I can't wait to see you in these clothes!" With that, she opened the car door and ran into the house. Barbara shut off the engine and took a deep breath, readying herself for the intense grinding sensation of the crotch rope between her pussy lips and against her clit that went with the simple act of standing up straight. Grunting as she stood up and head filled with wild arousal at the thought of Julie dressing her up further, Barbara slowly made her way toward the house. She, of course, was moving much slower than Julie and hoped Julie wouldn't reprimand her for it once she got inside. Barbara didn't see her anywhere in the kitchen or the front room, so she headed to the back of the house where Julie's bedroom was. As she stepped into the room, Julie was just stepping down from a step stool that was up against her closet door. As Barbara looked up, she noticed a steel eyelet that had been screwed into the wall above the doorframe. Had that always been there? "Barbara dolly, what took you so long?" Julie said, walking over to her bed. She opened the bag of clothes they had brought home and pulled out a short white babydoll. "I think this should do for now," she said. Julie then walked over to Barbara and unzipped her blouse, pulling it off, then walking around behind her and unzipping her skirt, which she began pulling at. Even Barbara noticed that it seemed significantly tighter than it had before they went to the mall. Eventually, Julie succeeded in pulling the skirt down and off and told her dolly to step out of it. "Now," Julie said, picking up the white babydoll, "let's put this on you." Barbara felt a strange mix of arousal and frustration that she was to remain in the body harness and bra with the holes for her nipples. Barbara lowered her head slightly so Julie could put the babydoll over her head and as she put her arms through the small straps, it flowed down over her body, stopping maybe an inch or two past her crotch. Julie stepped back. "Oh wow, you look great!" she exclaimed as she pulled out her phone and took a few pictures. "Stay right there." With that, Julie pulled out her box of toys from under her bed and pulled out what looked like a sleep mask. She came back over to Barbara and fitted it over her head, covering her eyes. Barbara was surprised at how much it concealed her vision - she really couldn't see anything. "There," Julie said. Barbara heard her running off toward her bed again, and when she came back she said, "Okay, now put your hands together in front of you." Barbara did as she was told and Julie began tying her hands together in front of her, cinching it off in the middle so there was no way she would be able to get free. "Now listen, Barbara dolly," Julie said. "You were a very bad dolly at the mall today, making me wait for you all the time and especially looking at all those other girls in the mall. But you didn't say anything you weren't supposed to and you were very good in the dressing room and photo booth for me." Julie paused as Barbara waited. "I'm still not sure what I'm going to do with you yet," Julie said. "I'm still mad that you were looking at so many other girls and showing off to them what a big slutty dolly you are. But at the same time I know you can't help it." Barbara waited as she heard Julie moving around the room again. Her heart pounded with anticipation, especially since she couldn't see what Julie was doing. Was Julie going to punish her? What was she going to do? "Open your mouth," Julie said. Barbara did as she was told. As soon as she did, she felt something being stuffed into her mouth - some cotton fabric, like an article of clothing. But it wasn't terribly big... it was almost like... "These are my panties from earlier this morning," Julie said. Immediately, Barbara's nipples ached and her clit throbbed. She was actually getting to taste Julie's panties! The ones she had cum in! Quickly, Barbara began shifting her tongue around the fabric, trying to find any hint of flavor. "They're gross and dirty, but I'm sure you probably like it," Julie said. "In fact, I bet you'd probably like it even more if they belonged to one of the girls in the mall, wouldn't you? I know you liked the girls behind us on the escalator. I saw how you looked at the cute blond in the tight shorts and blue top. Maybe you can pretend these are hers." Barbara's head was a swirling mess and her body burned and ached like crazy. The possibility of having a strange girl's panties stuffed in her mouth was almost as thrilling as having Julie's! Now she couldn't stop thinking about the girls on the escalator and in the food court, wondering what their panties must smell like at the end of a day. All four attractive girls swirled through her head, along with Julie, and she imagined the panties in her mouth were somehow a mixture of all of them. Almost as soon as they were in, Barbara felt something else being stretched across her mouth like a scarf, holding the panties in place, and being pulled around behind her head, tied off in the back. "There," Julie said as Barbara felt a tug on her wrists. Barbara realized there must have been a bit of rope left danging from her wrists as Julie now used it like a leash, pulling her around. She turned Barbara around and walked her to the back of her room. "Now stop and turn around," Julie said. Barbara did so. Julie then grabbed Barbara's shoulders and pushed her back until Barbara felt herself up against what felt like Julie's closet door. Barbara then felt another tug on her wrists and Julie pulling on the rope to raise her wrists up. Barbara could hear what sounded like Julie climbing up the step stool and then back down as she felt her wrists being pulled up and over her head. She felt more tugging, as Julie began tying the end of the rope to something, presumably the doorknob. Julie then climbed down from the step stool, leaving Barbara's hands tied over her head. Barbara felt herself breathing heavily now, as some of the flavors of the panties in her mouth were starting to emerge. Barbara licked around, trying to find the precise spot that Julie came on. What heaven it would be to lick that spot! A few seconds later, Barbara felt Julie's hands on her ankles, pushing them together. She then felt a rope around her ankles, winding around and around before being cinched off. Barbara was now tied standing up, her arms above her, ankles tied below her, blindfolded, and gagged with Julie's panties. Moreover, she was still wearing the tight rope body harness with the crotch rope tight between her pussy lips, grinding the lace of her panties against her clit, and still wearing the tight bra with the holes in front, her nipples poking through and now being caressed by the silky fabric of the babydoll. She was unbelievably worked up, and since she had a good deal of movement, she was able to slowly wriggle her hips around, stimulating herself with the crotch rope. "There," Julie said. "You look so cute!" There was a bit of silence as Barbara assumed Julie was taking pictures of her with her phone. She was surprised to find that she actually didn't mind that much anymore. Actually, it strangely only excited her more. "Does my dolly like being tied up like that?" Julie asked, watching as Barbara moved her hips around. "I bet it was being looked at by all those pretty girls in the mall, wasn't it? My dolly likes it when pretty girls look at her, doesn't she? Especially when she's all dressed up and slutty looking." Barbara huffed in her bonds. She hated herself for it. She knew Julie was right. She nodded in response to Julie's questions, even as she felt the shame spreading all throughout her body. "Good dolly," Julie said. "We both know what you are." Just then Barbara realized she had been squirming her hips around even more. Embarrassed, she stopped herself from squirming, despite how frustrating it was. Julie giggled. "It's okay dolly, you don't have to hold back. I like watching you do that. It's funny." Barbara felt herself blush. Now she was on display for Julie and terribly self conscious about it. What made it harder was that she couldn't see Julie and kept losing control of herself. "In fact," Julie said, "why don't I make it a little easier for you?" Barbara felt herself panic as Julie went quiet for a minute or two. Then she heard Julie right in front of her and what sounded like Julie kneeling down. She then felt Julie lifting up the bottom of her babydoll and tucking it behind part of the body harness, keeping her crotch exposed. Barbara then gasped as she felt Julie tug gently on the crotch rope about partway down her abdomen, and felt her slide something between those ropes and her body. Julie then tied something off and began pushing it down Barbara's abdomen toward her pussy. Julie didn't stop sliding it down until it was right over Barbara's clit. "There," Julie said. "That should make it easier for you." As Barbara gently moved her hips, she could feel that there was now a knot right over her clit, and every little movement she made caused the knot to grind against it. It was thrilling and stimulated her wonderfully. She knew if she moved her hips enough, she would be able to get off. And God, how she wanted to get off! But Julie was also watching her, and Barbara hadn't heard her get up yet. Which meant that Julie was probably sitting right in front of her, her face level with Barbara's crotch. Barbara couldn't get herself off like this - not with Julie right in front of her! What kind of sick freak would she be if she masturbated herself against a rope only a foot or two away from a thirteen year-old's face?! "What's wrong Barbara dolly?" Julie said, her voice coming from exactly where Barbara thought it was. "Don't you like thinking about all the girls in the mall today?" Barbara huffed through her gag as she fought the urge to stimulate herself. Instead, she pulled hard on the ropes above her head, but they held tight. It was harder than she thought it would be to keep her hips absolutely still. Her clit throbbed and ached like mad. "I know you liked it when they looked at you," Julie went on. "And I know you know what they were thinking." Julie then rose her voice, adopting the tone of a girl at the mall. "'Why is that really pretty but really slutty lady walking around with that girl? Doesn't she know how ridiculous she looks? I don't know how she could do that! Unless... unless she likes it. Unless she likes dressing up for that girl, and for all the other girls at the mall.'" Barbara grunted through her gag, pulling on all her bonds. It didn't help. It only made it worse. Julie went on in the mall girl's voice. "'That's it, that's the only reason she would do it! She likes dressing up for pretty, young girls so they can see how slutty she is!'" Barbara moved her hips. She couldn't help it. And the relief she felt from her clit sliding against that tight rope knot was like an itch finally being scratched, only just partially. Once she started scratching it, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop. "Hmmmph!" Barbara grunted, jerking her hips one way, then holding them as long as she could before gyrating them again, grinding her clit against that wonderful, perfect little knot. "The girls on the escalator knew it right away," Julie said. "I know you could hear them because I could. They saw those ropes going right through your panties and the very first thing they said was that you must like it!" "Hmmmffff!" Barbara grunted again, trying, unsuccessfully, to keep her hips still. "I know you liked those girls," Julie said. "I know you were looking at them. You thought they were cute, didn't you?" "Hhhmmph! Hhhmmmph!" Barbara huffed, squirming in her bonds. "Do you think they like girls too?" Julie asked. "Do you think they like older, slutty women who like showing off for them? I saw the blond girl staring at your big nipples. Maybe she does like older slutty women with big nipples. I bet you'd like her pretty little mouth sucking on them, wouldn't you?" Barbara was a mess, completely unable to control her hips, which were twisting and twitching every which way. All the movement was causing her babydoll to tease her puffy, swollen nipples, gently sliding across them, caressing and tickling them. "Do you think they found the pictures we took?" Julie asked, her voice getting a little breathy now. Barbara winced at the thought, but couldn't stop her hips from squirming. Judging from Julie's voice, it sounded like she was touching herself. "Do you think they liked them?" Julie asked. "Maybe one of them took them home. Maybe she's going to look at them tonight while she touches herself." Julie was clearly breathing heavier now. Barbara was out of control. She was huffing through her gag, gyrating and thrusting her hips around, desperate to get off. The thought of Julie touching herself through all of this was driving her just as crazy as what Julie was saying. She didn't care anymore that Julie was watching her. "Or maybe two of them are girlfriends," Julie said, her voice breathy, nearly to the point of panting. "And they're going to look at the pictures when they're alone together. And they're going to play with each other, talking about how much fun it would be to play with an older, slutty dolly toy." Barbara lost it. The image Julie was painting in her head was just too much. She bucked her hips hard, thrusting out into the rope over and over again, feeling her orgasm hit. "HMMMMPH! HMMMMPH!! HHHHAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!!!" she growled into her gag, her hips and legs twitching, her body shuddering in an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm. She held onto the image of those two cute teenage girls playing with each other in bed, talking about having a slutty Barbara dolly to play with as long as she could. It felt like it had been an eternity since she had a really good cum, and she was determined to make the most of this one. So far, it didn't disappoint, as she ground and bucked her hips hard and tight into that perfect little rope knot. Barbara jerked, gyrated, and twisted as long as she could, riding out an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. When her strength finally gave out on her, she hung limply from the eyelet above the door frame, surprised that it wasn't collapsing from nearly all her weight. She hung there panting heavily through her gag, her mind swirling at how impossibly wonderful that orgasm had been. It completely drained her. It was unbelievable. She never had orgasms like this before. Ever. "Yay Barbara dolly! You did it!" Julie called out, clapping, still sitting on the floor in front of her. "That was super awesome! I knew thinking about those girls at the mall would do it!" Now, post-orgasm, the shame started to set in for Barbara. What the hell did she just do? How the hell did she get to this point? It was an uncomfortable pang, but surprisingly, it didn't last long. Those feelings were quickly replaced by the recollection of how mind-blowing it had all been and how she wished she would be able to do it again. "Oh my gosh, look at you!" Julie said in surprise. "Your panties are totally all wet!" Barbara felt a blush creep up her cheeks as she continued panting, catching her breath. "Oh well, can't do anything about that now," Julie said. "We've got more fun coming up!" ************************************************* To be continued...