Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2018 08:59:01 -0800 From: Jojo Starr Subject: Barbara - Chapter 4 BARBARA Chapter 4 Barbara was hot. Terribly, wonderfully, embarrassingly hot. She was tied up and Julie had done this to her. She was squirming and couldn't get free. The more she squirmed, the hotter she got. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was a hot, steamy, swamp. She tried to speak but all that came out was "Mmmnff... Hmmmph... Mmmmph!" because she was gagged. Every time she tried to say something and felt the gag in her mouth preventing her, she got hotter. Julie was looking at her. Smiling with that perfectly gorgeous girlish smile and twinkling eyes, and occasionally taking pictures with her phone. Good God she was beautiful. So beautiful it got Barbara hotter still. And Barbara knew why Julie was smiling and taking pictures of her. She was doing these things because she tied Barbara up and liked her that way. Barbara was her dolly. Her Bondage Barbie Dolly. (Or was it Barbara dolly?) Barbara was completely subjected to Julie's every whim, just like all her other dolls. She had to do whatever Julie said. Right now, Barbara had to stay tied up and gagged because Julie wanted her that way. And that made Barbara even hotter. Barbara liked being tied up by Julie. She liked being tied up for Julie. She liked it when Julie looked at her. Even though Barbara was 40 years old and completely embarrassed to be nearly naked and tied up in front of this gorgeous 13 year-old... the embarrassment even made her want to cry, but it also made her hot. Wrongly, wickedly hot. So hot she was squirming even harder. She looked into Julie's eyes, begging her to let her cum. If she could just squirm a little bit more, she thought she could do it. If Julie held her gaze and kept looking at her with that playful, energetic, mischievous young face, Barbara would be able to cum. Just a little bit more... God, she was close... almost there... Barbara woke up in a sweat. She was in bed, and tied up. Her hands were behind her back, secured to ropes around her waist, her ankles were tied together with a rope securing them to the bedpost, and she was gagged. And on top of all that, she was ridiculously, embarrassingly hot. She was wet. Soaking wet. And now that she realized the true state of her predicament, she cursed herself for having woken up at such a critical moment in her dream. She had almost cum! Goddammit, WHY did she have to wake up now?? She struggled desperately to loosen any of the ropes so she could finish herself off, but everything stayed completely secure. There was no way she was getting free without someone's help. She felt like she could cry. All she wanted was to get off. Her body had been simmering on and off for more than 24 hours now and it was becoming terribly frustrating. She closed her eyes, trying desperately to remember as much of that wonderful dream as she could... the way Julie was looking at her... the way she felt... but no matter what she did, she couldn't quite bring herself as close as she'd been in the dream. She grunted in frustration. She had no choice but to wait here until Julie decided to come in here and untie her. And she had no idea when that would be. Minutes went by. Possibly 10, possibly 20, possibly 30. Barbara couldn't keep track. Her arousal faded and she was left there, bound and gagged on the bed, but no less frustrated. Her arms had been tied behind her for so long, she just wanted to stretch them out. She ached and yearned for it, imagining how great it would feel to just fucking stretch, but she couldn't. Her arms were behind her and her legs were tied together and there was nothing she could do about it. She tossed and turned, trying to will herself to go back to sleep, but she couldn't. Several more minutes passed. Maybe a half hour, maybe an hour. She was still awake. She was growing more and more frustrated by the minute - both with her inability to fall asleep and her inability to stretch. The urge to stretch came back stronger than ever and she pulled, strained, and grunted desperately - all to no avail. She was now huffing and the more she squirmed her body around, the more her stomach started to tighten and the more she felt her arousal gradually returning. She tried to suppress it - getting aroused would only make her more frustrated, she told herself. But she couldn't move and her body wouldn't stop its fits of frustration. It was Julie who had done this to her, dammit. Just the thought of that gorgeous girl caused Barbara to grunt. The thought of Julie standing in her room, rubbing herself as she looked at Barbara all tied up suddenly flashed in Barbara's mind again. Holy shit that had been hot! And now Barbara was worked up all over again. Fuck. Fucking fuck! Barbara wanted to scream. Over and over this happened. Arousal. Frustration. Arousal fading. Exhaustion. Frustration. Desire to stretch. Squirming. Arousal returning. Over and over. She didn't know how long this had been going on. She didn't even know if she'd fallen asleep again, or even dozed off a bit. And then finally she heard the click of her doorknob begin to turn. Barbara jumped with a start, praying that it wasn't Lisa or Brian who would find her tied up and gagged in bed... What would she say? What possible explanation could she give? This terrifying - and also strangely erotic - thought had flashed through her mind several times throughout the night. For several seconds, she lay there in complete terror until the door pushed open and the small, thin form of Julie slipped into the dim room. Barbara relaxed a bit, relieved that it wasn't her sister or brother-in-law, but a new kind of energy ignited within her at the sight of the beautiful girl who had put her in this state. "Shhh," Julie whispered as she crept up to her aunt. "Mom and dad aren't awake yet." Barbara's heart pounded as the girl approached her. Julie smiled mischievously. "Before they are, I thought that--" she stopped suddenly, turning her head. In the distance were sounds coming from down the hall. Lisa and Brian must be awake. "Shit!" Julie said. "We won't have time. You'll just have to stay like this." With that, she turned and bolted toward the door. Nooo! Barbara thought. Come back! Whatever it was, she wanted Julie here, to do whatever it was she was going to do... to touch her, molest her, torture her... anything! Barbara squirmed and grunted in her bonds. Julie peeked back at her just as she was about to slip out the door. "I'll tell them you just needed to sleep in this morning. I'll come get you after they're gone. Bye!" And with that, she was gone. Barbara grunted into her gag with frustration, squirming around again in her bonds, desperate to either escape or get off, whichever came first. But no matter how hard she tried, she could achieve neither one. She simply had to lie there over the next hour, listening to the sounds of her sister and brother-in-law shuffling around their bedroom, and Julie shuffling around hers, as everyone got ready for the day. It was absolute torture. As Lisa and Brian got ready to leave the house, Barbara could hear Lisa and Julie talking to each other and heard her own name pop up a few times. She strained, but couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. She knew she should be up by now, as she usually was and wished her sister and brother-in-law a good day at work. Then, surprisingly, she heard Lisa's voice get closer. So close, in fact, she began to make out what she was saying. "...have a hard time believing she's still asleep," came Lisa's voice, right outside her bedroom door. Barbara panicked. 'Please don't open the door!' she silently begged. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. "Barbara?" came Lisa's voice from behind the door. Barbara's heart pounded as she squirmed in her bonds, twisting and writhing in a last minute desperate effort to escape. She couldn't imagine what Lisa would think or say if she found her like this. She almost shouted, 'Don't open the door!' but remembered she was gagged and a muffled voice was almost certainly going to cause Lisa to open the door. So she just lie there, her heart pounding, hoping. Every second seemed like an agonizing eternity. The next knock made her entire body jolt in her bonds, even though it wasn't any louder than the first. She was absolutely terrified. The door wasn't locked. If Lisa wanted to open the door to check on her, there was nothing stopping her. "I can't believe it," she heard Lisa mutter behind the door. And then, more faintly, she heard Lisa mumble something about being late for work and Julie off in the distance telling her mother something like 'I told you so.' Barbara took a huge sigh of relief. Lisa was no longer at the bedroom door. That tense encounter made Barbara even more eager to free herself of her bonds. She struggled and squirmed desperately in an attempt to loosen any of the ropes. She kept thinking that she had struggled all night and a good deal of the morning, and nothing had happened, so why should she expect to get free now? Still, that didn't stop her from trying. She struggled until she was exhausted and could do nothing but lay there and stare at the ceiling. She would have to wait. And that waiting was torture. It seemed like it was nearly another half hour until she heard Lisa and then Brian finally leave the house and their cars drive off down the street. At that point, her heart rate picked up as she expected Julie to come in and untie her at any moment. But she waited... and waited... and waited... and still Julie hadn't shown up. Finally, she heard the doorknob click and her body jolted to life, her heart pounding heavily. Julie peeked her head in with a wicked little grin on her face. "Okay, they're finally gone," Julie said as she walked into the room. "That was a close one with my mom, huh?" Barbara, wide-eyed, could only nod. It was absolutely terrifying. "I mean... the door wasn't even locked!" Julie said as she approached Barbara. "What if she had come in? There wasn't anything you could have done!" Barbara's heart pounded at the recollection of what she had felt. "What would you have done? I mean, seriously. What would you have said?" Julie went on, the same smile still on her face. "Well, I guess you wouldn't have said anything with that gag in your mouth," Julie said, grinning wider. She paused for a few seconds, letting Barbara linger on this thought. "Wow, I can only imagine how embarrassed you would have been." Barbara felt her cheeks getting hot, even now feeling just a fraction of the embarrassment she would have felt if her sister had walked in on her like this. Julie's tone suddenly shifted. "I bet my dolly's pretty hungry, isn't she?" she said. The abrupt shift from second to third person was a little jarring for Barbara and again she was reminded of the game they were playing. She felt her insides tighten and immediately felt both scared and excited for what Julie had in store for her today. Almost on instinct, Barbara found herself nodding. Julie smiled. "I guess I can untie my dolly and let her stretch first before breakfast." Julie went about methodically untying the ropes, but purposely leaving Barbara's gag in place. Barbara was relieved to finally have all the ropes off her after being tied up all night. She stretched out in all directions, feeling the wonderful sensation of her muscles loosening and returning to their natural state. Julie then held out her hand to her aunt, and Barbara took it as the girl helped her to her feet. "Okay, now dolly needs to hold her arms out like this," Julie said, holding her forearms out in front of her, parallel to each other. Barbara felt her stomach tighten as she realized Julie was going to tie her up again. She also felt her bladder ache with the need to pee, wondering if she was even going to get the chance. "Don't worry dolly, it's just to make sure I can keep track of you," Julie said. Barbara felt tingles rush over her body as she held her arms out the way Julie instructed. Julie then picked up a piece of rope and folded it in half. She then held the loop end in the middle between Barbara's wrists and wrapped the other ends down and around, then pushing them through the loop. She then pulled the ends back the opposite way and looped them around Barbara's wrists two more times. Then she pushed the ends through the raised section coming out of the first loop, wrapped them around, and back through the raised end, cinching the knot. She pulled it tight, then pulled the ends across to Barbara's left wrist, wrapped them over, and pulled them through underneath all the ropes. She then tightened everything down. Barbara was now essentially wearing handcuffs made of rope, with ends hanging out that Julie held onto. The ends were quite long, extending about three feet, but Julie held them with only about a foot between her and Barbara. "Very good," Julie said. "Now, before we eat, I'm sure dolly needs to use the bathroom first." Barbara was relieved to hear this and followed as Julie pulled her over to the bathroom. Barbara walked in with Julie still holding the ends, and turned, waiting for Julie to leave the room. Her bladder ached terribly as she really had to go. But Julie just stood there leaning against the bathroom sink, holding the ends of the rope. "Go on," Julie said. "Be a good dolly and go potty now." Julie let out some slack, holding onto the very ends of the rope, allowing Barbara about three feet of movement. Barbara felt her insides tighten again as she realized Julie was not going to let her have any privacy. She had to pee so bad she could hardly stand it. But her hands were tied! How was she supposed to do this? She felt terribly self-conscious with her niece's eyes on her. She hadn't peed in front of anyone since she was married - and certainly not in front of a 13 year-old girl! Barbara huffed in frustration, realizing there was nothing she could do. With her bound hands she turned and lifted the toilet seat. She then turned around and began tugging on the front of her panties, but without one hand on either side of them, they weren't really going down. She moved her hands over to the left side of her hips and pushed her panties down a bit, then moved them over to the right side and pushed them down there too. It was terribly frustrating, especially as she had to pee so bad. Finally, after switching back two or three times, Barbara was able to wiggle her legs and get her panties to slide down. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up to see Julie holding out her phone, taking pictures of her. She blushed bright red at the fact that her embarrassing attempts to get her panties down had been captured on camera. She wondered what Julie could possibly be doing with those pictures, but knew better than to ask. Finally she sat down and, trying not to think about Julie standing only a couple feet away with her phone, let herself pee. Barbara groaned with relief as her pee hit the water, suddenly conscious again of the fact that she was still gagged. "Good dolly," Julie said, smiling. Barbara tried not to look at her, especially since Julie was still holding her phone out, but it was clear from the tone in her voice that Julie was smiling. Inexplicably, Barbara felt a rush of arousal at her niece's words. It was almost like she was being allowed to pee by this girl. Why was this causing her to become aroused? It was completely ridiculous! Yet her body's response was clear. She could even see her nipples hard and tight in her peripheral vision. The act of peeing seemed to go on for an eternity. It's true she really had to go, but it felt so much longer with Julie in the room watching her, especially since she was gagged and had her wrists tied, with Julie holding the ends of the rope. She could feel her cheeks and neck get hot as she finished up, feeling Julie's gaze on her more and more. When she finished, Barbara reached over with her bound hands and tore off some toilet paper, and then wiped, again with Julie watching. She then stood up and flushed the toilet, then bent down to begin pulling her panties up. She got them up as high as she could from the center, then switched off again, pulling up the right side, then the left, feeling completely ridiculous doing this in front of a much younger, clothed girl. She finally got them all the way up, then looked over at Julie, who was holding her phone, grinning. "Come on, dolly," Julie said. "Breakfast is ready." With that, Julie took Barbara's hand in her own and began leading her toward the bedroom door. Barbara was confused. She was still gagged, and the only piece of clothing she had on were panties. Was she really going to go out into the house looking like this?? It's true no one was home, but what if windows were open? What if someone saw her? Still, she knew she shouldn't protest. Julie led Barbara by the rope attached to her wrists out to the kitchen where there was a plate of toast and eggs, and a small bowl of fruit. It all looked very neatly prepared and Barbara was quite impressed. "Sit here, dolly," Julie said, bringing Barbara over to the chair and pulling it out from the table for her. Barbara sat and then she felt Julie's hands behind her head untying the gag. "Dollies don't need to be gagged while they eat," Julie said, loosening the gag from around her aunt's head. "But afterwards they do." Barbara hadn't seen Julie grab a second gag from the room, but she now laid it down on the table. It was the double knee-sock gag with the large knot in the middle from yesterday. The sight of it actually caused butterflies in Barbara's stomach and a little twinge between her legs. She remembered how completely it had filled her mouth and how little noise she was able to make with it. "Dolly better eat!" Julie said cheerfully. "We've got a big day ahead of us!" Julie sat down opposite Barbara and watched her while she ate, which was more challenging than usual, given that her wrists were tied. She still had the ability to pick up a fork and raise it to her mouth, however. Barbara decided it would be best not to speak, especially considering what Julie had told her yesterday. On one hand, she did want to converse with her niece, but on the other she wanted to honor her wishes. But maybe it wasn't so simple as that. Barbara had seriously begun to question her agency in this whole situation. Julie was calling the shots and Barbara was finding herself strangely unable to resist the girl. There was actually quite a significant part of her that was genuinely looking forward to having her mouth stuffed with the gag again while her beautiful niece looked at her and smiled. When Barbara obediently finished her breakfast, she sat and looked across at Julie. "All done?" Julie asked. Barbara nodded. Julie grinned. "Okay," she said, standing up and grabbing the knee sock gag. "Open up!" she said, coming around behind Barbara. Barbara opened her mouth and Julie promptly stuffed the large knot inside, then pulled the ends around Barbara's head and tied them off. Barbara immediately felt the butterflies in her chest, stomach, and pussy flutter as her mouth was stuffed with the gag. Julie then came back around, pulled up the chair next to Barbara, and sat down. She grinned, her eyes twinkling. "You look so pretty like that," Julie said, her eyes moving from Barbara's face down to her bare breasts, where they lingered briefly, then back up to her face as she rocked forward on her hips slightly. Barbara felt a slight blush rising to her cheeks. This is exactly how she dreamt Julie was looking at her. Julie pulled out her phone and took a few photos, then leaned back and took a deep breath. "Okay. Now we can talk!" she said cheerfully. Barbara was a little confused. Julie leaned forward again, her bright eyes sparkling. "So did my dolly like being tied up all night?" she asked. Barbara felt her blush get deeper. No, it was terribly frustrating! She hardly got any sleep and she desperately wanted to get free so she could at least stretch, let alone get herself off! On the other hand, it was a strangely wonderful frustration that kept her arousal going again and again all night long. Barbara found herself nodding. Julie practically squealed with delight. "I was hoping you would!" she said. Then her face turned serious. "Now dolly didn't make herself feel good, did she?" Barbara paused briefly, a little surprised by the question. She shook her head. Julie grinned. "Good!" Then she bit her lip as she looked more closely at Barbara. "I bet my dolly tried, though, didn't she?" Barbara felt herself blush as she nodded. "Naughty Barbara dolly!" Julie said, shaking her finger at her aunt. "I told you you weren't supposed to do that!" Barbara felt her blush deepen. She couldn't believe she was being reprimanded for trying to masturbate by a 13 year-old. Then again, she couldn't believe she was sitting here in nothing but panties with her mouth filled with the 13 year-old's socks. And yet, all these things were true, and somehow she couldn't stop that from causing a terrible aching between her legs that she desperately yearned to alleviate. "I knew my dolly would try though," Julie went on. "That's why she had to be tied up. I'm sure you understand." Julie didn't ask a question, but Barbara found herself nodding anyway. What was happening to her?? "So," Julie said, rocking forward on her hips again. "Did my dolly have a dream about me?" She asked this so innocently and sweetly that it almost seemed like she was embarrassed to be asking it. Barbara felt a twitch between her legs as she remembered the dream. She didn't want to admit that she did. She didn't want this 13 year-old to know what kind of power she had over her. Barbara couldn't look Julie in the eye. But she did nod. Julie gasped. "Really?" she said. "What was it like?" For a brief second, Barbara wondered whether Julie expected her to respond. Suddenly Julie gasped in surprise, covering her mouth adorably. "Oh that's right, I forgot!" she giggled. "Dollies can't talk, can they?" Barbara felt her blush deepening again. Was Julie messing with her? "It's okay," Julie said. "I'd really like to hear about the dream, but I like my dolly better this way," she said, holding up her phone and snapping a few more photos. Julie lowered her phone and looked at her, her eyes drifting across Barbara's face, then down to her exposed breasts, and down even further to her panties. Julie's eyes slowly made their way back up to Barbara's breasts, then back up to her face where they lingered for an uncomfortably long period of time. "You are so pretty," Julie said, switching momentarily to the second person, her voice slow and dreamy as she stared at her aunt. "I've got something very special planned for you this morning." With that, Julie stood up and pulled the rope attached to Barbara's wrists. Barbara felt a thrill rush through her as she stood up, following her wherever Julie wanted to lead her. But even as they walked, Barbara felt a part of her scream, 'What the hell are you doing?? You realize you are 40 years old and this girl is 13!! You can still put a stop to this! Pull away from her hands, take that stupid gag off your face and tell her this has to end, now!' Barbara felt this internal voice growing louder and was getting close to acting on it when her eyes fell to Julie's hips in front of her. They were swaying so perfectly as she walked and the little ends of her jogging shorts swung back and forth with each step, causing her to momentarily forget what that voice was saying to her. As they approached Julie's room, Barbara felt a surge of arousal well up within her merely at the sight of Julie's bedroom door. They entered, and Barbara could feel her heart pounding heavily. Already she was associating this room with a deeply intense eroticism and sexual arousal. "Now, stand right here, dolly," Julie said, positioning Barbara in the center of the room. Barbara did as she was told. As she waited, she watched Julie pull out the box that contained all the supplies they had bought at the hardware store yesterday. Her heart pounded. Wasn't there something she was thinking just a minute ago...? Julie began to pull out several pieces of rope, and while Barbara felt a little anxious, especially since she had been tied up all night, she couldn't deny a heavy twinge of energy that shot through her body at the idea of being restricted and restrained by this beautiful girl again. Julie then approached her and began loosening the ropes around her wrists. As she worked, Barbara could feel the girl's soft warm hands brushing against her own, causing wonderful thrills to rush through her. When the ropes were off, Julie walked around behind her. "Hands behind your back," Julie said. Barbara somehow knew she shouldn't, but found herself doing it anyway, feeling her clit throbbing as she placed her wrists together behind her back. As soon as her wrists were bound together and cinched off, she felt a wonderful sense of relief as tense butterflies swarmed throughout her body. Now it was too late. Whatever it was she was going to say, she couldn't say it now. Her hands were now tied where she couldn't reach or see them and from here on out, she would have to do whatever Julie told her. She was now Julie's doll, to be played with as Julie saw fit. Before she had time to think about anything else, Julie was wrapping a much longer piece of rope around her front, just above her breasts. Julie wrapped it twice, still with plenty of rope left, and tied it off behind her. She then pushed the ends through Barbara's left armpit and around the front wrap, pulling it back and tight, then did the same on Barbara's right side. This had the effect of separating her arms from her chest with an additional restraint, making it feel even tighter. Julie did the same thing below Barbara's breasts, wrapping the rope around her chest and behind her back and around her arms a few times before tying it off, and once again cinching it off between her arms and body. Already this felt like a much tighter restraint than yesterday. And with each rope placed around her body, Barbara could only think that 'now' it was too late to do anything. She was falling further and further under Julie's control. "Okay, now lay down on your stomach," Julie said, pulling out her phone again. Knowing that she had no choice but to obey now, Barbara slowly lowered herself down to one knee, then the other. Normally, she would have then gotten on all fours, but her hands were tied behind her and she had no way of lowering herself any further. She thought about how to do this, then looked at Julie imploringly for help. "Don't look at me," Julie said. "Dolly's job is to do what I say. I'm sure my dolly can figure it out." Barbara pulled at her bonds and huffed in frustration. How was she supposed to do this? She thought for a minute, then bent her knees, sitting back on her heels. She then slowly started to scoot her butt off her heels, in an attempt to slide her feet out from under her so she would be sitting on the floor. It was harder than it seemed, and she could feel Julie's eyes, and especially the lens of Julie's camera phone, on her the whole time. She couldn't help thinking about how ridiculous she looked as she tried to do this, and felt her cheeks and chest get hot. Eventually, her butt finally slid off her feet and landed on the carpet, but she had lost her balance and was tipping precariously as she struggled to stay upright. She tried to raise her feet to offset her weight and remain upright, but couldn't seem to do it in time and found herself about to fall. She screamed into her gag as she tipped sideways and managed to roll herself onto her shoulder rather than thump straight down on the carpet. She considered that a mild victory. Barbara could feel her face get hotter after her fall, but once she was on her side, it wasn't much effort to roll forward onto her stomach. She did so with a grunt. "Yay Barbara dolly!!" Julie cheered, clapping. "I knew you could do it!" Barbara felt little sense of pride, despite Julie's cheers. She was mostly embarrassed. Forty years old, tied up and gagged, naked save for her panties, on the floor of her niece's bedroom, struggling awkwardly in her bonds as the young teen snapped pictures with her phone, and being praised like a little girl. This was humiliating. But as soon as she felt Julie's hands on her again, winding a rope this time around her forearms just below her elbows, she felt her arousal take off again. Julie wound the rope around her arms several times, which stretched her shoulders back as it pulled her elbows closer together. It was terribly restrictive and she could feel muscles in her shoulders and arms being strained that she hadn't used in quite some time. Truthfully, it was a bit uncomfortable, but the feeling of tense restraint and the knowledge that there was absolutely no way in hell she would be able to use any part of her arms or hands for however long she was like this was unexpectedly thrilling. Besides, this is what Julie wanted. And that alone made her wet. Barbara grunted as Julie cinched off the ropes around her forearms, locking her arms in that position straight down her back. She then felt Julie begin to wrap another rope around her thighs just above her knees. This one was a bit more challenging, as Barbara was already lying on her stomach, causing Julie to have to push the rope underneath Barbara's legs each time she wound it around. It took a bit of work, but soon Barbara's thighs were tied together and again cinched off in the middle. As Barbara felt Julie now going for her ankles, wrapping a rope around and around them before cinching it off, Barbara felt like she was in the most restrictive position yet, and there was absolutely no way she was moving from the floor. Barbara now laid there, legs tied tightly together, arms tightly pulled and tied behind her back, and the large sock gag stuffing her mouth, and felt the terrible, throbbing ache between her legs intensifying with each second. She was tied so tightly that each time she tried to move a single muscle anywhere on her body, she felt the ropes restraining her, holding her in this position. And each time she felt the ropes pulling against her, she felt her clit throb heavily. And even when she wasn't trying to move at all, her body was restricted so much that somewhere on her body a muscle would involuntarily twitch, causing the process to repeat. Barbara began to wonder if Julie was going to leave her on the floor like this when she felt Julie's hands suddenly gathering her hair. A wonderful thrill rushed through her at the sensation of the girl's touch, and her body twitched involuntarily. Julie began to bunch Barbara's hair up into a ponytail, and then surprisingly, Barbara felt Julie start to wrap a rope around it. What was she doing? Julie tied a piece of rope to Barbara's hair, then looped her hair around and wrapped even more rope around it. She then felt Julie pulling the rope through the loop in her hair and then through something else, and finally felt her tie it off. She wondered what could possibly be the point of this. And then, Barbara felt Julie pull on the rope, lifting her head up and back. Barbara groaned as her head was pulled back, and no sooner did this happen than Julie grabbed the ropes around Barbara's ankles, pulling them up and back, bending her legs at the knees. Barbara now felt her entire body stretched and pulled in a terribly awkward position, and she could do nothing about it. Barbara began to feel her heart rate increase as she felt Julie tying the rope that was pulling her hair back to the ropes around her ankles, effectively keeping her in this position. When Julie was done tying the ropes off, she let go of everything and Barbara felt the tension pull on her hair, keeping her head raised. She involuntarily tried to lower her feet, and that only pulled on her hair harder, pulling her head back further, putting more strain on her chest and shoulders. She quickly relaxed her feet, resigning herself to the fact that they would be up in this position for quite some time, as would her head. The restraint she felt everywhere on her body caused her clit to ache more heavily than ever before. And then, Julie came around in front of her, looking down at her. "Oh, my God!" Julie exclaimed. Almost as soon as she said it, she crossed one leg over the other tightly and bent forward a little. "Oh, you look... SO... so pretty like that!" She rocked back and forth a little, tightly squeezing her crossed legs as she stared down at her bound dolly. The little gasp Julie gave when she saw her was like a shot of hot arousal piercing Barbara's entire body, and then the little motion Julie was doing with her legs and hips kept that arousal burning hot and heavy, centering between her legs. The ache and itch was so bad, Barbara could hardly stand it and she found herself grunting into her gag and wiggling her hips around in her tightly bound state. It was doing things to her body she'd never experienced, sending unbelievably intense waves of frustrated pleasure through her body. After staring at Barbara for several long seconds, Julie then turned around and went to her doll box. She immediately produced a doll who was bound exactly the way Barbara was - arms tied straight down her back, legs tied together and bent back in a hogtie, with her head up and back. The doll even had a little black ribbon stretched across her mouth with a knot in the center, just like the way Barbara was gagged. "Now you look just like her," Julie said, placing the doll on the ground next to Barbara. Barbara wasn't sure whether Julie was talking to the doll or to her, but it didn't really matter. In Julie's mind they were both her dolls. "Oh my God," Julie said, stepping back and looking at her two dolls on the floor of her room. She balled her hand into a fist, pressed it between her legs, and clamped her thighs around it, bending down slightly. Again, Barbara received a heavy jolt of arousal at watching Julie do this. The girl was breathing heavily, her breath a little shaky, and her two hard little nipples were poking prominently against the fabric of her t-shirt. Barbara squirmed and grunted. Julie's breathing got heavier and more ragged as she began squirming her hips against her balled-up fist. "Unh!" she finally grunted with a slight hint of frustration in her voice. She then stood up straight and immediately pulled down her jogging shorts, kicking them to the side. Now in just her panties and t-shirt, Julie turned and sat on the edge of her bed, spreading her legs and pressing her hand against the center of her panties. She began to rub herself openly, staring down at Barbara and the doll. Barbara could hardly believe it. Julie was actually masturbating. In her panties. Right in front of her. Barbara squirmed and looked up at her. First between her legs, then up into Julie's eyes. Her eyes were glazed with lust, her mouth slightly open, breathing heavily and loudly. It was the hottest expression Barbara had ever seen on the girl, and it drove her wild. She grunted again, squirming her hips around on the floor. "You like watching me, dolly?" Julie said unexpectedly. Barbara felt a jolt of shock, her face instantly turning bright red. She had just been caught staring at a 13 year-old girl rubbing herself. How terrible was she?? She immediately looked away, feeling her face burning. "It's ok dolly, you can watch me," Julie said. "I know you want to." Barbara felt her heart pounding and her face burning. Of course she wanted to. She wanted nothing more in the entire world! But she couldn't help feeling like she wasn't supposed to. This was her niece and she was only 13! But the state of arousal her body was in was unlike anything she'd ever experienced in her life. She was so desperate for any kind of release, she couldn't help herself. Her face still burning with shame, humiliation, and unbelievably intense arousal, she moved her eyes back over to Julie's gorgeous form, her hand working quickly between her legs. "I know you're dirty and that you like me," Julie said, her hand never breaking rhythm with her clit. "I could hear you the first night you were here. You were doing the same thing I'm doing now, weren't you?" Barbara didn't think it was possible for her face to get any hotter with embarrassment, but it did. She could feel it spread down her neck to her chest, and even down into her stomach. "You were thinking about me, weren't you?" Julie said. "I know you were. You had a good one, didn't you? I could hear every little sound you made." Julie now began to rub herself faster, gasping as her legs spread a little wider. "You were like, 'Nnnnfff! Nnnnfff! Hnnnnhh! Hnnnnnhh! HHAAAAAHH!'" Barbara could hardly believe her ears. She had no idea she was so loud or that Julie could hear her. And that Julie knew all of this about her! All her feelings - everything! She had never been so embarrassed or so aroused in her entire life. And then hearing Julie mimic her sounds of arousal - oh God! Even though Julie was clearly acting, it was unbelievably hot hearing her make noises like that, despite the embarrassment she felt at Julie mimicking/mocking her sounds. She squirmed heavily in her bonds, watching Julie's hand moving faster against her clit. She had never felt such intense frustration. "All my dollies have seen me do this," Julie said, "after they get tied up. And now you, my newest dolly, gets to see it too." With that, Julie picked up the pace even more, staring right down at Barbara. Her legs were twitching, her chest heaving, her nipples poking tighter against the fabric of her shirt. Barbara felt an intense pang of arousal. She was really going to see this. She was going to get to see the perfect girl of her dreams cum right in front of her. The thought was unbelievably hot, causing her nipples to ache, her stomach to tighten, and her pussy to ooze terribly. She focused on the girl's fingers, rubbing her clit rapidly, causing her panties to twist and pull frantically from side to side with each jerk of her hand. Good fucking God it was sexy. Then Barbara looked up at Julie's face - her absolutely perfect pixie-like face, flushed with arousal, lips parted as her breath rushed between them, her eyes burning confidently down at Barbara. Barbara's heart pounded rapidly as she squirmed. She couldn't get over Julie's eyes. They pierced right through her, saying, 'I own you. You exist for my pleasure. You are my toy, my doll. Keeping you tied up like this makes me hot, and I'm going to show you how hot it makes me by cumming in front of you right now.' Julie twitched as she sucked in a shaky breath of air, her thighs quivering. Suddenly her hand stopped as she gasped sharply, holding her breath, staring right down into Barbara's eyes. She had peaked. She thrust her hips out, still holding her fingers tight to herself, held them, then jerked them back before thrusting them out again. She was cumming while maintaining eye contact with Barbara. Her hips jerked a few more times before she finally let her breath out, moving her fingers around again gently over her clit, riding out the waves of her orgasm. She never broke eye contact with Barbara. Barbara was mesmerized. It was without a doubt the single most thrilling thing she had seen in her life. It was deeply, profoundly sexy. This absolutely gorgeous 13 year-old girl cumming into her panties as she stared down at Barbara's helpless, bound and gagged form. Barbara dared not move a single muscle, fearing she would miss a crucial moment of the beautiful girl's pleasure. It was heaven. She would give anything, do anything, to be able to see this again. It was absolute perfection. As Julie began to come down, Barbara squirmed again with intense frustration, wriggling her hips around on the floor. She couldn't help it. She'd never been so hot in her life and wanted to do anything to get off. She grunted as she squirmed, which only caused Julie to gasp again and shudder in what was presumably a strong aftershock or a mini-orgasm. And it only made Barbara squirm harder. Julie shuddered a few more times, then let her arms fall to her sides, her body resting limply against her bed. She watched her real-life dolly struggling, squirming, and grunting on the floor, and broke into a wide grin as she caught her breath, almost giggling as she panted. "Wow," Julie gasped, watching Barbara squirm in front of her. "Now THAT was awesome, wasn't it, dolly?" Julie stared at her for a few more seconds before reaching across the bed for her phone. She swiped the screen and held the camera out toward Barbara. She paused for a second, then lowered it. "No," she said, her eyes narrowing in thought. "Not yet." She bit her lip for a second, chewing on it. Then her eyes lit up. "I know!" she said eagerly. "My dollies need hats first." She turned toward the doll box and rummaged around for a second. Then she pulled out a tiny piece of fabric and bent down to pick up the doll next to Barbara. She placed the fabric over the head of the doll, fitting it on. "There," Julie said, turning to show the doll to Barbara. Barbara received a jolt as she saw that there was a tiny pair of doll panties stretched over the doll's face, with the crotch over her nose and her eyes looking out through the leg holes. "Panty hats!" She set the doll back down next to Barbara and stood back up, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Barbara's heart pounded like never before. Was she going to get a 'panty-hat' too? Julie pushed her panties down her legs as casually as she would have if no one else was in the room. She stood back up and began turning her panties around with her hands. Barbara received a shock as she caught a glimpse of Julie's bare pussy for the first time. It was completely shaved - perfectly smooth without a single hair on it, making her look even younger. It was slick and dark pink from all the rubbing and her tiny little nub of a clit was like a little pearl above her perfectly clean slit. Barbara couldn't believe how aroused the sight of it made her. She felt a heavy pang of guilt at the fact that the sight of a pussy so young made her so hot. Julie then bent down and stretched her panties out in front of Barbara's face. Barbara could clearly see the slimy juices Julie had deposited in her panties, and her heart skipped a beat as Julie pressed them into her face, stretching the panties over her head and under her chin. Barbara's nose was right against the damp spot and she could clearly smell Julie's fresh, young juices, causing her insides to ache with arousal. Julie grinned excitedly, then reached over on the bed for her phone again. This time she held it out and snapped several pictures of her dolls, who looked back at her through the leg holes of their panty-hats. "Perfect!" she declared. Barbara could do nothing but struggle and grunt, each breath pulling in the delicious, musky aroma of Julie's perfect pussy. What Barbara wouldn't give to stretch her tongue out and taste the slimy cream that was directly in front of her, rubbing against her nose! It was almost cruel how tightly gagged she was, her mouth full of socks, when that sweet pussy cream was right in front of her, easily within reach. Julie then walked around behind Barbara and sat down at her computer desk. She set her phone on the desk and Barbara could hear what sounded like a cord being plugged into Julie's phone. Then Julie began clicking her mouse several times and occasionally typing on her keyboard. What was going on?? Was Julie doing what Barbara thought she was doing? Was she downloading those pictures to her computer? What was she doing with them? What was she typing? Julie typed, then paused. Then Barbara heard her giggle. Then more typing. What the hell... was she talking to someone?! Julie continued typing, then paused again. More clicking. Then scrolling with her mouse. Then Julie gasped. "Oh wow, she is definitely going to love these," Julie said to no one in particular. Then more clicking. Barbara struggled in a panic. What was going on??? Was Julie sending those pictures to someone?? And who is 'she'?? Julie clicked a few more times on her mouse, then stood up from her computer chair. "Okay!" she said, walking around in front of her dolls. "I think it's time for my shower. I got myself a little messy there, as I'm sure you can tell," Julie said, patting Barbara on the head. Julie then stood up and pressed her middle finger into her slit. Then she pulled it up and looked at it. "Yep, still messy. See?" she said, holding her shiny, wet finger out for her dolls to see. Then, just as casually, she put her middle finger into her mouth and sucked it off, pulling her finger out with a popping sound as she giggled. Barbara grunted as she struggled again, the sight of Julie's actions causing terribly strong rushes of arousal coursing through her. "While I'm gone," Julie said, picking up the doll next to Barbara, "you two can get to know each other." She placed the doll in front of Barbara, so the two were facing each other. "Barbara dolly, this is Samantha dolly. Samantha dolly, this is Barbara dolly. She's my newest dolly. "Barbara dolly, you will get to meet all my dollies soon. But for right now, you can spend some time with Samantha. She's a naughty dolly who has a crush on another girl dolly and keeps trying to spy on her while she changes. So I had to punish her by tying her up and putting her little sister's panties over her head so she can smell them. She thinks it's really gross, but secretly I think she likes it and gets really excited by it. "Since you're both naughty dollies who secretly like other girls, I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about." Julie grinned. "Or not talk, since you're both gagged so well. Okay, bye!" With that, Julie bounced out of the room. Barbara watched her niece's delicious bare ass jiggle as the girl bounced out of sight. Then she was left there, hogtied on the floor, looking through the leg holes of Julie's panties at a doll who directly mirrored her own predicament. She didn't know how long she would be left there, alone with her thoughts, thinking about everything that happened. She lay there and struggled, her body burning with arousal. But no matter how much she tried to hold onto the image of Julie masturbating, or her bare wet pussy, or even her jiggling ass bouncing out of sight, her eyes kept falling back to the doll in front of her. Samantha. The doll who had a crush on another girl doll and was now being punished by Julie by being tied up and having to smell her little sister's panties. The more time that passed, Barbara couldn't help but think that she was starting to have more in common with this doll than she was with any 'normal' people. And that made her hot. Which only made her struggle and grunt more in her bonds. To be continued...