Synopsis: Lauren works as a professional driver for a wealthy businessman and his wife. However, when she learns about the kinky woman's fantasies and her need of someone to fulfill them, her job will suddenly become rather interesting.

Hello, my name is Lauren and I work as a driver for a wealthy businessman, Mark Hittings and his wife Martha.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'

Oh, those noises? That must be the bound and gagged woman I've got in my trunk. Martha Hittings, to specify.

No, I'm not a kidnapper or anything. Don't worry. But to tell you my story I need to go back some months.

It all began three months ago. Mr. Hittings had gone on a business trip for the weekend, so it was only Martha and me.

They like to have me around the whole day, so, when I'm not driving them here or there, I pretty much don't know what to do. It's a boring job, actually. Or it was until that day, when I was sitting on the couch and Martha called me.

"Lauren, can you come for a moment? There's something I'd like to talk to you about".

"Sure Mrs Hittings".

When I got to her, I found her wearing her black lace lingerie. It wasn't atypical, Martha usually dressed like that at home when her husband was away.

She was pretty hot to be close to fifty. Brown curly hair, dark eyes and nice curves. Not having to work let her enough spare time to spend in the gym.

"But I need to be sure that I can trust you. What I'm about to tell you is top secret, not even my husband knows about it. Okay?"

"Sure, Mrs Hittings, you can trust me".

I liked her. She was nice to me, not like her husband. If it wasn't for her, I would have quitted my job a long time ago.

"So, I belong to some... special group. I like bondage, have you ever heard about it?"

"Mmm it does ring a bell. It's about ropes and stuff, right?"

"Yep. Kind of. You see, I usually visit a website called www.ff.com. FF stands for Fetish Forum. We normally talk about our fantasies and some time ago, I wrote about a fantasy of mine I'd like to carry out now".

I was expectant. And shocked. Apart from walking half-naked around the house, she seemed like a very serious woman. Who knew she had such a kinky side.

"Oh, I see. And you want me to help you with that?"

"Well, I'd like you to be my partner. I mean, I'm sure you'd like to do something more interesting than just waiting for me to go shopping or something, right?"

She had a point. I thought about it for a while. It would be an adventure, at least.

"Sure, ma'am, how can I help you?"

"Well my fantasy is to be bound and gagged and drove in the trunk of a car, so the limousine will do just great for that. But first, I should teach you how to tie up a woman properly, because I suppose you don't have a clue of the matter right?" she asked with a bit of expectation.

"No, ma'am".

I wasn't lying, I hadn't tied or been tied by anyone before.

"Don't worry, I'll show you" she replied.

She lifted a cushion showing several coils of rope she had been hiding.

"All right, then. Let's begin. You should use some ropes, but they must be soft and comfortable. I'll show you how to do it." She explained as she grabbed the first coil. "First, you should bind my hands behind my back, but we'll begin with my ankles, so I can do it myself while I teach you." she explained.

She began by folding the piece of nylon in the middle and then slowly wrapped it around her ankles several times. After securing the first loop, she wrapped the rope around them again, pulling it tight and making sure it wouldn't come loose. I checked how tight it felt.

"Have you paid attention?" I nodded "fine then, why don't you go and try my knees?"

I moved in front of her and carefully wrapped the rope around her knees, making sure it was comfortable and not too tight. She seemed disappointed though.

"Don't be so merciful, Lauren, I can get some more tightness" she said giggling.

And so I did. I undid the knee tie and bound it tighter. She nodded in approval and asked me to keep going.

Following her instructions, soon her thumbs, thighs, legs and even her wrists were tightly tied.

"Well this feels fine. You're a fast learner" she told me. "Now I think you should bind my elbows".

"Are you sure? Won't that hurt you?"

"Oh, don't worry, Lauren. I can handle it".

This woman didn't stop surprising me.

"Okay, ma'am."

I moved behind her, careful not to touch her inappropriately. I wrapped the rope around her elbows, making sure they were securely bound together. Then I threaded the rope through itself, creating a loop around her arms. It felt almost like she was hugging herself.

"Wow, that's nice. Now for the gag. I'm a sucker for tape, but have you seen all those typical gags from TV shows where the bad guy puts a piece of tape over their victim's mouth?"

"Yes, ma'am".

"Well, little clue. That works like shit. If you want someone to be completely gagged, you have to stuff their mouth first. Next, wrap something around their head. In my case, as I told you, I like tape. There's a roll of thick electrical tape and a sponge over there. I want you to stuff the sponge deep inside my mouth and then loop the tape around my head, to make sure they stay in. Twelve loops will do, understood?"

I nodded and grabbed the tape and the sponge. I carefully placed the sponge inside her mouth, making sure it was as far back as it could go. Then I wrapped the tape around her head, making sure each loop was secure. She hummed in satisfaction when I finished.

"Mphhhh" she tried the gag.

She was right, it seemed pretty effective. Now I just had to put her in the trunk, however, when I tried to lift her up, I just couldn't.

She's not a heavy woman, not at all. She is just much taller than me.

"Mphhh mphh" she said, as if she wanted to tell me she had come up with something.

And so she did. She stood up and began hopping towards the garage.

"Be careful, ma'am or you'll fall".

But she didn't fall. Her balance was as outstanding as the woman herself.

Soon we got to the garage. All I had to do was opening the trunk and she fetched herself in.

"Mphhh" she moaned in joy.

"You're going to be fine, miss. Just stay quiet and still in the trunk. No one will suspect a thing." I assured her as I closed the trunk.

She made a contented noise through the gag, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of pride and unease. I'd never done anything like this before, and the reality of what I'd just done was starting to sink in. I was kidnapping someone. Even if it was just a roleplay, it was still illegal. Or was it?

So I took the car out of the garage, close the door and began driving.

So this was it? This was her fantasy?

I had to admit it was thrilling though. Knowing that woman was all tied up back there was... rather exciting.

As I drove, I tried to focus on the road, but my mind kept wandering back to her. I wondered what she was thinking, if she was comfortable, if she was scared. I wondered what she would say when we finally got to wherever it was she wanted to go.

When we had been going around the city for one hour, we got back home.

"Next time, keep driving for two or three hours. It felt great, but I could have done some more" she said when I had her untied.

Months passed, Mr Hittings' business trips came one after another, and our adventures kept happening.

That take us to today. Mr Hittings was going to be out for a week. Plenty of time for Martha to keep enjoying her fantasies.

But I had changed. I enjoyed having her in bondage, but I couldn't put up with working with Mr Hittings anymore. He was a cunt and an asshole. So I came up with an idea, and the funny thing: it was Mrs Hittings who gave it to me.

The marriage owned a little cabin in a forest nearby.

"We should do our little game and go to our cabin. Nobody will bother us there" Martha had said.

And so we did. She was in the trunk, as usual, tied up the exact same way than the first time. When I noticed them, I stopped.

Mara and Ashley, blonde and redhead, were in the middle of the road wearing catsuits. They were two friends of mine that would help me with this plan.

And the plan was simple: we were going to kidnap Mrs Hittings. However, to keep me away from any suspect I'd have to be 'kidnapped' as well.

Besides, to kill two birds with one shot, we would ask for two ransoms separately. 15 millions for his wife and 6 millions for me.

I really doubted he would pay those 6 millions for me, so that would leave 5 millions for each and an excuse for me to never go back to that house.

It was a perfect plan.

"Did you bring the tape?" I asked them as I got out of the car.

"Yes" Mara showed me several rolls of silver duct tape.

"And the balaclavas and fake guns?"

Ashley nodded as she showed me the goods.

"Perfect, then I'll start screaming in case Mrs Hittings can hear us, and you begin tying me up, okay?"

Both of them nodded.

"What are you doing!!! Help, help!!!!" I screamed as loud as I could, trying for Martha to hear me.

We were in the middle of nowhere, so nobody else would.

"Shut up, now!" Mara said, getting into character.

Ashley and Mara began wrapping tape around my body. Soon, my knees, calves, ankles, thighs, wrists to waist, wrists together and my breast were tightly bound. It seemed realistic, to say the least.

"And remember" I whispered back, "you have to stuff my mouth before wrapping it, otherwise the gag would be useless, and we want this realistic" I told them. It seemed like I had learned some things from my time with Martha.

"But we didn't bring anything!"

"Use my socks. I've heard it's a common stuffing material in this... 'world'" I replied, not truly happy with the idea.

But the thought of five million dollars and not working for that man again was worth the sacrifice.

"Time to shut you up for good" Mara yelled as she winked at me.

They did as I told them, took my shoes off and so my socks. Then they balled them up and stuffed one of them in my mouth.

It was a huge wool sock, so just one of them would be enough to keep me quiet. However, I couldn't tell them anything as they shove the second one inside my mouth. It wasn't a pleasant sensation, but soon got worse.

The tape followed. The sticky touch of the material against my skin was more strange than I had thought. They bound it tightly, wrapping every loop with more strength than the one before.

"Now you can scream all you want, No one will hear you!" she said giggling, as they both put on their balaclavas.

With the guns pointed at me, they guided me to the trunk. There, I found Martha who, oblivious to the situation, was playing with the crotchrope I gave her.

When she saw us, however, she changed her expression into a terrifying one.

"Well, well, well, it seems like we hit the jackpot before we thought, pal!" Mara told Ashley.

"Miss Hittings, please make some room for your driver in there. I'm sure you two will get along while we go to our destination".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" protested Martha.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" so I did.

Mara and Ashley slammed the trunk after getting me in, sealing us both in darkness. The car started with a roar, and we began to move.

I could feel the car moving, but I couldn't see anything. I was terrified, but also relieved that my plan was finally coming together.

The car ride was long and silent. Occasionally, I could hear the faint sound of Martha struggling against her restraints, but there was nothing she could do. I knew that she was probably scared, and I honestly felt a bit guilty about it. But money is money, you know. Besides, I was sure that deep inside, she was truly enjoying the situation, kinky as she was.

As for me, it was hard to tell. I had never been tied up before, although these sessions with Martha had me curious. I actually didn't like it. Feeling so helpless wasn't for me. Besides, having my own sweaty socks stuffed in my mouth wasn't very nice. But all for the money.

After what felt like hours, the car finally came to a stop. The engine died, leaving only the sound of our heavy breathing. Then, I heard a click. The trunk was opened.

"End of the ride, ladies" Mara mocked.

We were in a garage that I knew well. It was a place Mara used to house sit from time to time. Now that the owners were gone for a while, it was the perfect place. There was a basement that would be Martha a I's next stop.

"MHHHHHHHHHHH" we both protested.

They didn't listen to our protests and got us out of the trunk.

"Let's go to the basement, ladies" Ashley said.

"MPhhhh?" I asked in surprise. They were supposed to carry us down.

"What? You can't? Come on, begin hopping" Mara mocked.

Well, a little humiliation to lower her strength. Didn't seem like a bad strategy.

We began hopping, careful to not fall down.

The basement was a dark and cold place. All in concrete and pillars and columns. There were nothing there, apart from two chairs.

"I present you the suite, ladies. I'm sure you'll be very fine hosted here, you'll see" Mara mocked again.

I giggled a bit but tried to hide it. I found that a good joke, to be honest.

Mara and Ashley took us to the chairs. They weren't the most comfortable ones I had seen, but they would have to do. As they bound us to the chairs with more duct tape, I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Martha. She liked bondage, yes, but maybe this was too much for her.

"Well, well, you're a difficult woman to find, Mrs Hittings. We've been trying to follow you for weeks but we could only follow your car and, apparently, no one inside but the driver" said Ashley.

"So we gave up and decide to take your driver and your car and make her to help us find you. It seems that your kinkiness has saved us some work, right?" Mara laughed.

"MPHHHHHHHHH" she protested.

I was delighted to see they were acting just like we had planned out. It was difficult to pretend I wasn't part of the whole thing.

Luckily, the extreme gag and the uncomfortable bonds helped with that.

"So, in order not to prolong your captivity for longer than needed, we'll film a video right now, fine?" Mara asked.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHH" she kept trying to yell.

"That's the spirit!! Just act like you're scared and like you don't enjoy to be here" Ashley winked at her.

They took a camera and began filming our misery.

I played my part well, yelling and going from angry to scared in my expressions. Martha seemed terrified though. However, I had the feeling she was deeply enjoying her situation.

I had done some research and had found out that some bondage lovers yearned for situations where they lose control for real, but don't try it for being too dangerous.

This is what was going on with Martha. For the first time since she began doing bondage, she didn't have the control of the situation, so I thought she was happy deep inside.

Of course, it could just be my mind trying to take the guilt away, because if Martha was enjoying this in some kinky way, she didn't show it at all.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" we kept yelling while Mara and Ashley demand the ransom.

15,000,000 for Mrs Hittings and 6,000,000 for me, as agreed.

"Now we just have to send this video to hubby hubby and wait for him to make his move".

"See you later, girls".

They got upstairs and left us there.

I must admit it, when I planned the whole thing out, I didn't think that being tied up and gagged for so long would be so uncomfortable. My jaws were hurting, my whole body felt numb.

But it was going well. The plan would work, I was sure of that.

I took a look at Martha. Her struggle didn't seem so strong now, it was like if she had gotten used to it... and liked it.

For me, it was more like the contrary. The more time it passed, the more unbearable this bondage seemed.

Time passed slowly. We didn't hear anything from the outside world. It felt like an eternity. I began to wonder if something had gone wrong.

I tried to think of something else to do, but there was nothing. I was completely helpless.

After what felt like forever, they came back downstairs.

"You, driver, you're coming with us for a while" Mara said, while Ashley cut the tape binding me to the chair.

They both lifted me up and carried me to the living room of the house after locking the basement's door. There, they began to untie me and undo my gag.

"I can't believe you were in there that long!" exclaimed Mara as she removed the last bit of tape from my mouth. My jaw hurt, and my tongue felt like it was three times its normal size. "How did you manage?"

"Horrible" I had to admit. "But don't worry about that for now, how did it go?"

"Just as you said. He'll pay his wife's ransom, but not yours. He told us he's sorry and blah, blah, blah..."

"Fucking bastard" I must admit that, even though I expected that, it hurt a bit. "Well, whatever, we stick to the plan. Let me rest for five minutes or so, and then tie me up again, get me down and take Martha to do the deliver, fine?"

"Fine" Ashley and Mara said.

I laid there for some minutes, my whole body feeling numb. I closed my eyes, but my mind was racing. I kept thinking about Martha and how she seemed to be enjoying this. It was hard to believe that she could really like being tied up and gagged like that. But then again, I guess everyone has their kinks.

After having recovered, I was ready to get tied up again.

"Alright, girls, let's finish this" I said as I crossed my hands behind my back again.

Ashley and Mara quickly tied me up again, making sure I was nice and secure. They use a whole roll to bind my ankles, feet, knees above and below, breasts, wrists and waist.

"Wow, it seems even tighter".

"Sorry, I thought you wanted realism. Do I loosen it?"

"No, it's fine. Just gag me already and take Martha".

They shoved both of my socks back into my mouth again before I could tell them that just one would do. They were fast, indeed. Whatever, the plot was about to take an end so I wouldn't have to worry about being in bondage this long anymore.

I'd be taking caipirinhas in some Caribbean beach.

They took the roll of tape and wrapped it around my head, sealing the socks deep inside my mouth. Oh, boy, here we go again.

"How is that?" Mara asked.

"Mihuggt" the answer I tried to give her was 'tight', but she didn't understand me or didn't care.

They both grabbed me again and lifted me up to take me back to the basement.

"Well, I'm afraid miss driver here will stay for a while. A while longer than we'd all like, but things are the way they are" they informed Martha. "I'm afraid your husband just paid your ransom, but not hers, so you're coming with us".

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH??" Martha yelled, looking at me seemingly worried.

She was nice, I would miss working for her, or even tying her up. But, you know... 5 millions.

I took a last look at her while they untaped her from the chair. She was half naked, barefeet and I noticed her nipples were hard and pointy. I just couldn't tell if it was due to the cold or if she was actually aroused.

"You know? I don't think captives should be carried" Mara teased.

"You're right!! Your highness, you can begin hopping".

"Mph??" asked Martha.

Hopping upstairs could be very dangerous. I wasn't comfortable with that. She was a nice woman, didn't deserve this humiliation. But it was Mara and Ashley who were in charge, so all I could do was giving some muffled protests and witnessing how Martha Hittings tried not to lose her balance while going upstairs.

She did pretty well.

"And don't think we've forgotten about you!! Hold in there til we come back!!" Ashley told me. “If we come back” she added as she winked when she was sure Martha couldn't see her.

Then I was left alone and in complete darkness.

So that was it. In some little hours from now we'd be millionaires and I'll never have to hear from Mr Hittings again.

And all I had do to was endure some extra time in tight bondage.

It's not like I could escape, or even call for help. The tape was wrapped too tightly around my head, and even if I could get it off. All I could do was lay here and wait.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else. I tried to remember the feel of the sheets on my bed, the smell of my favorite coffee in the morning. Anything to take my mind off of the present situation. But no matter how hard I tried, all I could think about was the fact that I was tied up, gagged, and bored as fuck.

Soon, the bindings began to feel tighter, the gag muffled me harder. Time seemed to slow down down there and it was hard to tell for how long had I been left alone, but I was sure it was about two or three hours already.

Suddenly, the scary thoughts finally came. What if I was left alone? What if they betrayed me? No, I had known Ashley and Mara since we were kids, they'd never do that to me.

My muscles felt numb again and I got tired, so I decided to try and sleep a bit until Mara and Ashley came back.

I was woken up by some giggling and familiar voices. Ashley and Mara were in front of me, wearing short dresses, red and yellow, and a pair of sneakers each.

"Oh, sorry, we didn't want to wake you up, you looked adorable sleeping like that" Mara teased me.

"MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I protested into my gag.

"Sure, sure, sorry".

They helped me off the chair, cutting the tapes binding me to it, and just then I noticed the bag they were carrying.

It was... full... of... MONEY

They took my gag off, too. I spitted the socks out, they were full of drool and I had a terrible sore jaw.

"So? Did you get it?" I asked eagerly.

"Of course we did, silly!" Ashley grinned, letting the bag down in front of me.

"Sorry it took us some more time to get here, but we didn't find it safe to go around wearing some suspicious catsuits".

"Okay, okay, no problem. Just finish untie me and let's split the loot" I said happily.

They changed a strange look. A look I didn't like at all.

"Yes... about that..." Ashley began.

"We've been doing some calculations. And found out that 7,500,000 is far more than 5,000,000. So...".

"So we're just gonna leave you here".

No way. They were kidding. They had to be kidding.

"You're just kidding, right?"

"Nope, I'm really sorry, Lauren".

"But.. we've been friends for so long... and the idea was mine! You would have never come up with kidnapping Mrs Hittings taking advantage of her bondage lust!!! That's on me!!"

"Well thanks for admitting that out loud" Mara said as she took a recording machine from the bag, mixed with the money. "That'll make sure you won't turn us in when they find you”.

I lowered my head. Those bitches had caught me well. I just had one last thing to do.

"HELPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!" I yelled out loud.

"Well, these walls are made of concrete, under the ground. I'd say they're soundproof" Mara teased.

"But, just in case, we've come up with some more intimate type of gag" Ashley grinned.

Then, they took off each one's panties. Knowing what was coming next, I tried to beg them.

"No, please, I won't scream, I'll be goppppgmmmmgggg" I couldn't even finish my sentence.

Ashley shoved the first pair of panties inside my mouth, and Mara's followed. Next, they cut several pieces of tape and covered the stuffing, from under the nose to my chin.

Not happy with that, they also use another type of tape, a white stickier one, to wrap it around my head. They took twenty loops!!!! They were overdoing themselves.

Last but not least, they also took two long scarves from the bag as well. They used the first one to bind it around my head, below my nose. The last layer, a red scarf, was applied over the whole set, covering my nose as well in the process.

That was too much, too cruel. I began to cry.

"Oh, don't cry, sweetie. We love you, we really do... but you know... business".

"And by the way, we can't have you walking around here or trying to get upstairs. You'd probably hurt yourself or even fall down and hit your head! We couldn't live knowing that".

"MPhhhh?"

I soon understood what they meant, when they forced me sit on the ground and put my back to one of the columns of the place.

They took another roll of tape to bind my lumbar to my thighs, forcing my back to arch a bit. Next, they tied my thighs to my ankles, bending my knees. Lastly, they use the rest of the roll to make sure I was tightly taped to the column, unable to move.

"There you go, safe and sound" Mara mocked.

I couldn't stop crying. I felt an idiot, naive and stupid. I had trusted those girls and they had betrayed me. It felt so unfair.

"Don't worry, Lauren. You'll see, we're going to put a camera here" Ashley turned on an electronic device pointing at me. "If you're a good girl and don't put up a fight, we'll tell the police where to find you".

"But you know, we have to be sure they won't catch us, so we have to be far from here. How long can that take us, Ashley?"

"According to my calculations, around two days".

"MPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I got petrified. I was almost sure they were teasing me now. Even more than before. They didn't intend to keep me there, like that, for two full days, right?

"Don't worry, I'm sure you can handle that, Lauren".

They packed up the bag and got upstairs.

"Farewell, Lauren, it was so nice of you to count on us for this mission".

"Yep, wish you the best of lucks, for real. I'm sure you can handle this".

I didn't reply. I didn't feel strong enough for that. Just stayed there, sitting on the cold ground, bound and hugely gagged, and in complete darkness, hearing how two women I considered friends were leaving with my part of the money.

And the worst part was that I didn't even know for how long I'd have to stay like this. When the basement's door was locked, I understood my fate was sealed.

The only thing I could do now was to hope for some miracle. Maybe someone would find me soon, maybe someone would hear my cries and moans, maybe someone would come to rescue me. But deep inside, I knew that hope was foolish. It was just my imagination trying to find a way out of this nightmare.

As time passed, the cold ground became harder and harder. My butt began to ache, and the constant pressure on my back made it feel like it was on fire. I tried to shift my weight, to find a more comfortable position, but with all the tape and bindings, I was practically immobile.

I didn't know how long it had been since they left. It felt like hours, but maybe it was just my imagination making time seem to drag on. I struggled against the tape, trying to break free, but it was no use. They had bound me too tightly.

I must have drifted off, exhausted from the effort of holding myself upright and the hopelessness of my situation. The darkness was complete, and there was nothing to see or hear. I could only feel the cold ground beneath me, and the pain in my back and legs.

I knew Mara and Ashley were probably laughing at me from the distance right now. Those bitches.

Feeling exhausted of fighting the tape and realizing that escaping on my own was out of the picture, I finally fell asleep.