Staring at the hogtied form of Bea Rhodes on the couch in her apartment, Danny had a lot of thoughts whirling through his mind. He had just finished lacing a hood onto her head, the skintight leather forming to her skull and plunging her into darkness as the only holes in the hood were for her neck, hair, and breathing holes for the nose. It was a severe piece of bondage equipment, but one that Bea was currently taking rather well as she squirmed against the ropes binding her. 

Dressed in a white top and miniskirt, with a brown leather jacket thrown over it and brown knee high leather boots, she would have looked very put together and fashionable had it not been accessorized with multiple coils of ropes. She had coached him through her bindings, resulting in her upper body being secured at the wrists, elbows, and above and below her breasts. Her legs were bound in three places and her ankle bonds were connected to her wrists to put her into a hogtie. 

She was also wearing a red ballgag, of which he could now only see a bulge where her mouth would be under the hood. He’d originally been called over to tie her up to take some fake kidnapping photos of her to blackmail her father into giving some more spending money, but he wouldn’t lie that somewhere deep in the back of his mind there was a little voice telling him to kidnap her for real. Of course it was a terrible idea since she would know exactly who had done it, but how often would you get an incredibly attractive and incredibly rich girl completely helpless like this? Actually, maybe quite often. He thought dreamily. Maybe this will become a regular thing. 

Tying up a beauty like Bea Rhodes, rich or not, would definitely be something he would look forward to. It was definitely not something he would want to put at risk of actually committing a crime, although he supposed he was already accomplice to a more minor crime in faking a kidnapping so her father would pay up. He shook away the intrusive thoughts, how could he think that about a friend? Instead he sat down on the couch causing her head to shoot up and shifted her so she lay on her side. He traced a finger along her firm round breasts, causing a giggle to emerge beneath the hood before he went for the full lighthearted torture method: tickling. 

The effect was immediate. The moment his fingers slid under her jacket and began digging into her side she exploded. Despite her laughter being muffled by both the ballgag and hood Danny could still hear it as she squirmed and writhed with incredible energy. She rocked side to side, inched backwards, doing whatever she could to try and escape from Danny’s hands but he persisted as his hands danced up and down her body where he could reach. He moved across her stomach as well and for a moment felt a pang of regret that he had tied her legs with her boots on since her soles would be an amazing target, but he continued for another couple minutes before finally stopping and letting her catch her breath. 

He could hear her struggling a bit to breathe and quickly got to work unlacing the hood from around her head. It took him a minute but he finally was able to undo the laces and peel the leather away from her skin, her sweat causing it to stick to her face. Her makeup was a mess and she was panting heavily with drool running down her chin and Danny thought she had never looked more beautiful. Her eyes blinked a few times before looking up at him pleadingly and he obliged by reaching for the buckle of her gag. “That was hot.” Bea panted after he removed the ballgag. “Where’d you get the hood from?” 

Danny looked down sheepishly. “I have a few pieces of gear that I’ve always wanted to try on someone. The hood is one of them.” 

She pretended to look outraged. “And you were judging me for having handcuffs and a ballgag? The nerve!” 

Danny shrugged. “It caught me off guard, that’s all.” 

“Sounds like in a good way.” Bea smiled and Danny could practically feel the flirting in the air. “Especially given how you’re feeling down there.” 

Danny glanced down and saw a noticeable tenting in his pants and flushed red in embarrassment. “S-sorry.” 

Bea rolled her eyes. “Don’t be sorry. Although it would be really hot if you had a ringgag in that bag of yours and made me…”

She trailed off but Danny knew exactly what she was implying. “Sorry to disappoint.” He said, shaking his head. “Do you want me to get you out now?” 

Bea made an exasperated sound and shook her head. “I am hungry though, know any good food places nearby?” 

Danny nodded, not fully sure where this was going. “Yeah? What’s your favourite nearby?” 

Danny had to think for a second. “That Chinese place around the corner, Chen’s. Great fried rice, wontons, the works.” 

“Cool, get my phone there, my credit card is in the back under the case.” 

Danny retrieved said card and returned. “Now I want you to gag and hood me again and leave me here while you go get food. I’ve never been able to tie myself up like this before and it’s super sexy.” 

Danny decided to go for it. “Well, I am free next friday if you feel like getting into some more trouble…” 

Bea gave him a genuine smile. “Make me absolutely helpless and feed me like this and we’ll talk about it.” 

That was good enough for him. She opened her mouth to accept the ballgag strapped deep into her mouth before Danny once again covered her beautiful features with the black leather hood. Lacing it up and securing it, he stepped back and snapped a few more images of the bound beauty before taking her keys and credit card and locking the apartment door behind him. Danny whistled to himself as he left the building, looking up at the second story window where on the other side, Bea was currently hogtied, hooded, and helpless. Wow. He thought to himself and he didn’t stop smiling all the way to the restaurant. 

Moments after Danny left, a shadow dressed in black was scaling a part of the building that was decorative but served as a convenient set of hand and footholds to climb up for the second story. Shuffling along the ledge underneath the windows, he took advantage of the window that had been propped open earlier for airflow and pulled himself up and into the apartment of one Bea Rhodes.

He was hoping to be in and out quickly, snatching whatever fancy things a rich heiress girl might have lying around before she came back, but he only took three steps into the apartment when he heard a grunt and froze. He didn’t think Bea had been home, but instead there she was on the couch roped into an incredible hogtie and hooded with black leather that enveloped her head and kept her completely blind. She was basically packaged up for him, and right then and there he knew he wasn’t here to rob her anymore. 

Tiptoeing past her, he went to her bedroom and opened her closet. He found the giant suitcase he expected to find and quietly emptied it before carrying it into the main room and lying it down on the ground. Then he walked over to the helpless heiress and picked her up, causing her to grunt in surprise as he carried her over to the waiting suitcase. 

Bea had been enjoying the absolute helplessness that had been added by the hood and was dreamily wishing Danny had tied a crotch rope on her so she could get off when she felt strong hands pick her up. Wow that was quick. She thought as she felt herself be carried a short distance before being set down into something. Weird, he would’ve said something. 

She tried asking, upset about the interruption to her bondage headspace. “Dnnnny? Mmmtt rmmm mmm drrrrng?” 

“Sorry Ms. Rhodes, I’m not your boyfriend.” 

Bea froze. That wasn’t Danny’s voice. Then she heard a zipper begin to slide and thrashed about realizing she was now inside of some fabric prison. Her suitcase! Oh shit! Bea realized. I’m being kidnapped for real!