Synopsis: Whitney is a wild young girl who wants to experience her wildest fantasy. Her favorite website, www.ff.com, will help her with that.

'I'm a young nineteen-year-old woman who fantasizes about being abducted and kidnapped by a mature hot lady. A 40-something or 50-something milf' that's what my prompt read in my favorite website, www.ff.com.

Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Whitney and, as you've just read, I'm nineteen years old. I'm pretty much cute. Green eyes, blonde hair, double D, you know.

Ever since I can remember, I've developed this twisted fantasies about damsels in distress. I've never been tied before though. That's what I want to change.

I had written my fantasy with hopes of getting replied by a stunning milf who would be willing to fulfill my desire.

I was beginning to lose hope when, all of a sudden, I received a direct message from a woman named Lauren.

'Hi' it read 'here's a milf that would like to help you live out your dream. So, are you willing to take that step and go on for a bondage fake kidnapping? In that case, what do you have in mind?'

My heart raced fast. Was it true? I doubted it a bit. It was not a good idea. Of course not, it was the perfect example of the perils of internet that our parents tell us to avoid. But my lust and my desire to experience bondage grew bigger than my common sense.

So I replied back and told her about my fantasy.

'Hi, Lauren. That would be awesome! So, my fantasy is to be taken from my home. I'll give you the details and when my parents are gone. I want my kidnapper to be face masked with a balaclava or a neck gaiter, that would increase the feeling. I want to be taken from my house in the trunk of a car. Ankles, wrists, knees and thighs bound with tape, and cleave gagged with a scarf. Next, you'd take me to a basement of you own where you'd set a fake bomb and a timer set in 2 hours. After that time, I'd be released'

I waited impatiently for her response. What if she thought it was silly or dumb? It took something for her to reply but, after twenty minutes or so, she did.

Wow that sounds like a pretty hot fantasy, and very precise. I’ll be more than willing to carry it out. And btw, here’s a picture of mine to make sure I match your standards😉.

I opened the file attached to the reply and, indeed, she did match my standards. She even overcame them. She was forty, or forty-something. Blonde, green eyes, nice figure. Definitely hot.

Wow, you’re such a MILF!! I’ll be more than willing to be kidnapped by you 😉

I closed the laptop and waited for the weekend to come. Oh, boy, it had better be soon.

Days passed and Friday arrived.

“Bye mom! Bye dad! Have fun!”

“Are you sure you can stay here by yourself?”

“Oh, for God’s sake. I’m nineteen! Is a bit of confidence too much to ask for?”

“Okay, okay. But no parties”

“No parties” I repeated, right hand up.

“That’s my girl!” dad said with a smile.

They left the place, leaving me alone with a whole weekend ahead of me.

I could barely wait for Lauren to come. Minute by minute, I checked the door, expecting to see the lock turning and face my destiny.

But she wasn’t coming. Had she chickened out? Was I sure that was a bad new, after all?

Sun began to set outside the window, and I felt asleep. As if she had been watching me, as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt a gloved hand over my mouth. I looked up and there she was. A pair of green eyes was all I could see from my captor-to-be, since a black balaclava was covering the rest of her face.

“MPhhhhhh”

“Oh, I was planning on rob this house, but it seems the most valuable item is sleeping right here, isn’t it?”

I already felt the heat growing up my body. I liked how it had started, and having a gloved hand over my mouth, preventing me from talking was rather exciting. However, I forced myself to play my victim role and so I did.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHH” I screamed.

“Oh, a fighter, I like that”.

I kept kicking the air and pretending I was trying to free myself when she showed me a gun. I was shocked at first, but convinced myself it was all part of the roleplay.

“Are you gonna be quiet, princess?”

I nodded my head, pretending to be scared.

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth and tie your hands, can I trust you you won’t scream?”

“Mphh” I replied nodding.

“Good girl”.

She then took her hand off my mouth, as she had said, and began taping my wrists together. Next, she began taping them to my stomach, making sure I couldn’t have them apart from my body. I didn’t ask for that, but I must admit it was a nice touch.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, playing my victim role.

“I want you, don’t you get it?”

“Why?”

“Enough chit chat, princess” she replied. Next, she took a white large cloth and cleave gagged me, looping it around my head twice. “There you go, nice and quiet”.

 The gag feels nice. Nothing too extreme, but not too clumsy either.

“MPHHHHHHHH” I try it. Seems effective.

“I told you to stay quiet, didn’t I?” she said as she grabbed some more rolls to tape my lower body.

Soon, thighs, knees and ankles followed my hands’ fate.

“Now, sweetie, I can’t have you seeing where we’re going, so…”

“MPhhhh?”

Oh, no, I didn’t want to be blindfolded.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be able to see the full trunk of my car”.

Yes! That was more like it. She used another cloth to make me blind and caught me over her shoulder, or so I thought. She seemed strong.

I was transported, but how did she make it possible to carry me without noticing?

When we got to her car and she opened the trunk to get me in, she took my blindfold off, so I could see it. She was in my garage. She was going to take my car!!! Well, not a bad solution I must say. Taking me out was too risky, so this could do.

“There you go. Now enjoy your ride, princess”.

“MPHhhhhhhh”.

She shut the trunk and got in the driver's seat. I felt the vibration of the engine starting, and then the car moving. It was dark, and I couldn't see anything, but I could feel the car moving on the road. It seemed like we were going fast, but it was hard to tell. The engine's sound was muffled by the trunk, so it was almost silent in there.

I struggled to test my bonds, but my body was tightly bound. The cloth gag felt uncomfortable in my mouth, and I could feel saliva building up behind it. I was a bit scared for allowing a complete stranger to do this to me, but I was enjoying every second.

After what felt like a long time, the car came to a stop. There was a pause, and then I heard the trunk opening again. The cool night air rushed into the trunk as it was lifted. Lauren's strong hands got me up again and carried me to some kind of a cabin in the woods.

The living seemed cozy and warm, but Lauren didn't stop there. She used a door on the right to take me downstair, to the basement. What kind of cabin in the woods has a basement?

"Now stay there, princess, while I call daddy and ask for your ransom".

"MPHHHH?"

That wasn't part of the roleplay. Was she making that up?

Suddenly, a frightening thought flashed through my mind. What if I was really being kidnapped? I struggled, guided by that feeling. I had allowed to get myself kidnapped for real. How could I be so stupid?

The basement floor was cold and the walls seemed thick. Besides, the cabin was in the middle of nothing, so having someone hearing me was nearly impossible.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The basement was dark and damp, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and dusty old boxes stacked against the walls. A single dim lightbulb hung from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows everywhere. I felt cold and scared, trapped in this awful place. I tried to wriggle free from my bonds, but they only tightened around me. I kicked and struggled, but it was no use.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and the masked woman came downstair holding something in her hands. It was some kind of a makeshift device with a timer.

"I've got some bad news, honey. Your daddy doesn't have the money to pay for you, and I'm afraid I can't take any lower bids. So you're of no use anymore".

"MPHHHHHHHHH" I screamed, strangely relieved of seeing her stick to the plan again.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, it's not personal".

Next, she set the timer, which began coming down from two hours. After that, she moved back upstairs and leave the basement, not without saying goodbye in a creepy way.

"You know? I've got the feeling we could have been friends if we had met in other circumstances. Anyway, farewell, Whitney".

There was something strange with that goodbye. Anyway, I decided to let go and enjoy my fantasy. But there was the hint of a shadow surrounding the whole thing. The whole kidnapping experience I so yearned for.

My brain played with me again. What if this was real? What if the bomb was real? That meant I had only one hour and a half to escape! And then what?

I struggled frantically against my bonds, but the tape was too tight.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to focus. It was all part of a roleplay. I had asked for this.

I tried to convince myself, but to no avail. The feeling of betrayal was too big and the sensation of danger grew even bigger.

The basement was silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Time seemed to slow down as the seconds ticked by. The darkness closed in on me, pressing against my skin, making me feel even more trapped.

I rolled on the floor, hoping that something could break the tape. Useless. I checked the clock, only ten minutes to go. I had to do something, I had to escape!

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Breathing was becoming more difficult as time passed by. The tape was so tight, it felt like it was cutting into my skin. I felt a stinging pain as the blood rushed to my extremities, my face turning red and hot. My vision began to blur, my head spinning with the effort to escape.

This was the end, I was sure of that. I checked the timer once again. Ten seconds to go. I prepared myself for the explosion I was sure that was going to happen.

Three... two... one...

Beep beep beep. Three beeps and then... silence.

I breathed, relieved. So it was all part of the roleplay, after all.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and Lauren came downstairs, still wearing her balaclava, but with a shine in her eyes I hadn't noticed before.

"So, how was it?"

"That was... intense. I almost believed that I was going to die".

"Wow, honey, I'm sorry..."

"Oh, no, it's okay. Now that I know I've been safe the whole time, I could almost feel like I could bare some extra time... hehe" I grinned as Lauren was balling up the cloth behind me. If only I had seen her.

"Oh, that's great, honey. That means your ready for phase two".

"Phase twmpppphhhhhhh" I couldn't even finish my sentence, as Lauren shoved the former gag inside my mouth.

"Oh, yes, Whitney, phase one was about fulfilling your fantasy. Phase two is about fulfilling mine".

"MPHHHHH?"

"I want to have a real captive. For me. For ever. You'll see, since my daughter died, I've been so lonely. My husband passed away some time ago, and... well he loved to play these games with me. I used to be the victim though. Now I had to reinvent myself".

Was she trying to pity me? Was she serious?

So, she intended to kidnap me for real and yet tried to make me feel sorry for her.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHCIKKKKKKKKKK MPHUUUUUUUU!!"

"Language, young lady. I know how to solve that".

When I had the whole cloth inside my mouth, she grabbed the roll of duct tape and began wrapping it around my head.

"This is for you too, so you experience some real bondage, honey".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

When she had completed twenty-two loops around my head, she picked me up from the floor and carried me to a chair, before taping me up to it.

"Oh, and by the way, I got rid of your car, you won't need it anymore. And I've used your fingers to unlock your phone and say goodbye to your parents. You're going to live your wildlife around Europe and don't know when you'll come back. Brilliant, right?"

"MPhhhhhhh..." I was no longer angry. More like terrified. So she had been planning this since I texted her? How could I be so naive?

"Oh, and your phone is gone now, too, so you won't be needing those either" she added, pointing my hands.

So she used the tape to wrap my hands, making my fingers useless and unable to catch any piece of tape. She also bound my chest to the chair's back, and made sure my thighs remained on the seat. When I was almost covered in tape, she stood before me and took off her mask.

Indeed she was a MILF, but not the one from the picture. It was my History teacher. Students from high school said she had gone crazy after her daughter passed away.

So that's what caught me off guard before. When she said goodbye to me. She called me Whitney, and I had never told her my name! How could I be so blind?

"Oh, don't worry, Whitney. We all let our most intimate desires to guide us sometime. Don't cry, princess, we can be very happy here, you'll see".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I cried, cursing my luck.

"Now I must go, I have some test to correct. But I'll be back as soon as possible. Promise. In the meantime, why don't you enjoy your bondage? You'll learn to love it, you'll see".

Next, she got upstairs and left the basement, leaving me chairtied, wrap gagged, alone and in complete darkness.