Their vacation ended with a news broadcast.

Ethan and Amelia were both sitting in their Air BnB, cuddling on the couch after dinner while watching tv, when the news came over. The pandemic they had heard bits and pieces about over the past few weeks was here, and it was bad. Such that everyone was to shelter in place, all foreign travel was suspended. They were stuck.

They checked travel arrangements. The airline promised them a flight out of the UK when air travel resumed. The spacious flat was well stocked with food and they had each other. There seemed little more to do beyond settling back in, and letting their friends and family know they were going to be staying for a while longer.

The next morning brought a knock on the door.

Ethan opened the door, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes and then blinked in surprise, “Lillian?”

The woman standing outside was clad in a long tan leather trenchcoat, done up against the early spring chill. Her chestnut brown hair was braided up in a professional bun, and she eased a strand back behind her ear with one gloved hand. A large rolling suitcase stood next to her, and one booted foot gave it a small nudge to keep it upright. A faint smile broadened to a pleasant one as Ethan pulled the door open, and she responded in her cultured English, “Ethan.” She paused for a moment, eyeing him and then asked with an amused tone, “May I come in?”

“Oh damn, yes of course, sorry.” Ethan muttered, backing into the flat and letting her in, “Sorry, late night.”

Lillian nodded absently, “I know. Not great news. I assume your plans are a touch up in the air at the moment?” She paced through the flat, heading towards the open concept kitchen.

Ethan nodded as he walked with her, collapsing back into a kitchen chair, “No way to head back home. Nothing’s moving.” He paused for a moment, staring straight ahead as Lillian settled into a chair opposite, “I hate to ask, but, uh, we don’t really have anywhere else to…”

“Tosh!” Lillian made a throwaway gesture, “I’m hardly going to banish the two of you from my place. Beyond being a silly and cruel thing to do, it’s hardly in keeping with the need to stay in place, now is it?”

Ethan flushed and gave a tired chuckle, “I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Lillian laughed lightly, taking any possible sting out of her words, and gave him a reassuring pat on his arm, “Now, why don’t we get some breakfast made for the three of us, and we can talk.”

Amelia came out of the bedroom about a half an hour later, at which point a breakfast of eggs, toast, and bacon was prepared, along with a small collection of sliced fruit, tea, and coffee. Lillian made the almost obligatory British remarks about savages who drank coffee, and Ethan was awake enough by that time to respond with a few choice remarks about colonial tea drinkers. All in good fun, and the three of them tucked into the meal while making bits of idle chatter.

Lillian, whose flat they had been renting for vacation, had been on her way over to the continent, but had run afoul of the new restrictions. Her business trip cancelled, she had decided to return. She had a decade or so on the young couple, and it was clear to both of them that she was quite well to do and successful in whatever business it was that she involved herself in. Elegance, success, and friendliness. Lillian was a pleasure to be around. It didn’t hurt that she seemed to have a natural sensuality to her that Amelia and Ethan both couldn’t help but respond to in their own way.

Ethan and Amelia for their part were young, recently married and intent on seeing the world a bit before really settling down. Amelia had completed a music degree, and part of the reason for their visit to the UK had been for her to do a few auditions. She was very much an all-or-nothing sort of person, viewing anything as worth doing, worth doing well and to the maximum of her ability. She kept herself fit, excelled at school, and had been the one to ask out Ethan when they first started dating.

Ethan was a quieter sort than his wife, much more interested in quiet evenings in together, or reading than in loud clubs, or other sorts of parties and events. He was just a touch shorter than Amelia, and his dark eyes and short brown hair were a pleasing combination and pairing to her light green eyes and light brown-blonde hair. He had, up until the pandemic sucked the energy from him, been thoroughly enjoying being a husband on their honeymoon. Apart from Amelia’s rehearsals, and a few need-to-see historical locations, the two of them had spent quite a bit of time at their Air BnB, getting to know one another.

“So,” Amelia said as Ethan cleared away the breakfast dishes, “what are we going to do? It’s kind of you to let us stay, but is this a long term solution?”

Lillian shrugged, pausing to smile gratefully at Ethan as he took her plate, “I don’t see why not. Apart from going out once or twice for the necessities, this place is surely big enough for the three of us.” She smiled again, pleasantly enough and patted Amelia’s arm, “I’m certain we’ll manage dear.”

The rest of the day was spent preparing the flat as best as possible for living in quarantine. Lillian organized herself in the spare room, insisting over their objections that they were her guests, and married. She assured them she was perfectly content, and Ethan and Amelia could do nothing but surrender the argument. Food and other supplies, on top of what had already been laid in by Lillian beforehand, were procured from a few local shops. Some shortages had already popped up, but they got most of it. Despite their concerns that they might be crowding her, the afternoon seemed to pass well enough. Books were read, idle conversation had, and the three were able to find favoured nooks to settle into.

Later that night, after dinner, the three of them were idly chatting around the table when Lillian suddenly broke off her conversation, “Ah! I know just what we can do to break some of the ice before it has a chance to form.”

Her two guests looked at her quizzically. “Um.” Ethan ventured, “Ice breaking?”

“It’s best if we all know something more of one another if we’re to live in such close quarters.” Lillian said firmly, rising from the table and heading off to rummage in a cupboard. A minute later she was back, bringing several glasses, a bottle of gin, and a selection of tonic waters and ice cubes. She placed her implements in the middle of the table, settled herself once more and then simply stated, “Truth or Dare.”

Ethan let out a strangled giggle, “Oh. Oh there’s no need…”

“Oooooh!” Amelia bounced up in her seat, already beginning to mix a few G&Ts, “Truth or Dare! Wonderful idea!”

Lillian smiled, and gave Ethan a reassuring pat, “Come now, we’re all adults here, hmm? What better way than to have some fun, reveal some personalities about one another, and revel in our assembled company. I daresay knowing that we’re all human and have made amusing mistakes in the past will help prevent us going mad a month or two from now.”

Ethan nodded cautiously, drawn in by Amelia’s eagerness and Lillian’s friendliness. The three set to playing, aided by generously built gin and tonics from Lillian. Their first dozen rounds or so, were straightforward and, while enjoyable, fairly run of the mill. Lillian distributed only a couple of dares, though one had the young couple strip out of their shirts. Mostly Truth was asked and answered, as the drinks flowed, and funny stories were told. It was, all in all, an enjoyable evening in quarantine.

“Ok,” Amelia giggled tipsily, “Ok. Ask me!”

“Truth or Dare?” Lillian asked, her eyes sparkling as she grinned.

“Truth!”

“Have you ever fantasized about the kinkier side of sex?”

Ethan’s face went red, and Amelia giggled as she saw his reaction. She turned big innocent eyes back to Lillian, “That’s a change in questioning…”

“Well, we’re all indulged in drink, I thought it only appropriate to hold the racier questions until now…” Lillian took a sip from her drink and cocked an eyebrow, “Surely there’s some small measure of kink that’s caught your fancy? You are in Britain after all…”

Amelia smirked, and put on a dramatic thinking expression, “Hmmmmmm…”

Ethan yelped as Amelia’s hand dipped below the table to tease his crotch, and as he was still blushing from that she casually noted, “I suppose I’ve always kinda been interested in bondage.”

“Oh yes?” Lillian’s eyes sparkled at the young woman, and a cheerful smile spread across her face at Ethan’s flustered appearance, “Ever been tied up before?”

“Nope!” Amelia brightly declared, “Well, apart from cops and robbers as a kid, but it hardly counts if some wiggling around gets you free, does it?”

“I hardly think so,” Lillian murmured, her eyes dancing as she sipped at her drink again, “And you, Ethan?”

Ethan for his part tried to gamely recover, “I suppose I could try that. Wait, was that my truth?”

“No, no, dear one,” Lillian waved her hand lightly, “Would you like a truth? Or dare?”

“Um, truth I guess.”

“Dominant or submissive?”

Ethan blinked, “What?”

“If you were to engage in some bondage games,” Lillian expanded calmly, “Would you want to be tying someone up? Or being tied up?”

Ethan blushed a little, darting a glance at his wife. Amelia gave him a sly smile and giggled. Which seemed to firm him up a tad, “I, uh, I guesssss I’d get tied up? Submissive, I suppose.” He took a hurried swig of his drink, coughing a little as the alcohol went down.

Amelia turned back towards Lillian, “Your turn! Truth or Dare?”

Lillian spread her hands and smiled, “Do your worst. Truth.”

Amelia giggled, “Dominant or submissive?”

Lillian smiled languidly, like a predatory cat, “Oh, dominant my dear. Goodness me, yes.”

“Ever tied someone up?”

“Of course. Quite a few actually.”

Amelia blinked, temporarily thrown off. Lillian chuckled and reclaimed her tempo,

“Now then, I think I want to dare you to do something.”

Both of their gazes were locked to Lillian’s own, and the Englishwoman took no small amount of delight in that. She tapped a finger at her lips, her eyes flicking back and forth between them before her smile widened.

“This is a joint dare,” She smiled over at Ethan, “Ethan I dare you to let me tie your hands up, and Amelia I dare you to make out with him while he’s bound for…mmmm…shall we say five minutes?”

The young couple nodded enthusiastically, with giggles and blushes aplenty. Lillian grinned in return as she hurried off and then returned with a couple bundles of rope. She slowly unfurled one of the neat little bundles and smiled at the couple again.

“Now then. Hands behind you Ethan if you please.”

Ethan slowly complied, his breathing a little sharper now. Amelia watched Lillian with eager interest, one hand comfortingly pressed to Ethan’s leg. Lillian caught that, and how Ethan rapidly recovered himself with Amelia’s touch. Adorable. Just adorable. She circled around behind him, internally squealing as she saw the little muscle tremors and tension in his shoulders. A real delicious submissive then, just brimming with potential. Her lips curved up in something bordering on a smirk.

Perfect.

Lillian’s assessment of Ethan was confirmed in her own mind as the rope made first contact with his skin, and he sucked in what he must have thought was a subtle inhale. For all that he was trying to control his reaction, he might as well have let out a lusty moan as she wound the rope around and around his wrists. She carefully cinched his wrists, securing them beyond any hope of self-escape, and then lightly ran her fingers along his arms.

“How does that feel Ethan?” she asked innocently, a playful smile flickering about her lips.

The young man jerked a nod, mumbling something vaguely positive. He squirmed a little in his seat as she gave his arms a comforting squeeze, “Courage now, Ethan. Your part of this is mostly done.” Lillian raised her gaze to meet Amelia’s and gave her a bow over top of Ethan’s head, “My lady, if you would be so kind…”

Amelia giggled and returned the bow with an inebriated curtsy, “Of course!” She fairly skipped over and settled herself slowly, sensually, into her husband’s lap. She smiled up at Ethan, cupping his chin in one hand and breathed a sensual, “Hiya handsome…”

Ethan blushed red and grinned, any words he might have been about to offer swallowed as Amelia pressed upwards and met his lips with her own. Amelia cradled her husband’s head, kissing him slowly and deeply, and pressed her body against his own. Ethan did his best to press back, and return the pleasant pressure, and twisted and struggled against his bonds. He found himself panting a little, turned on more than he expected by being bound while making out.

Lillian stood nearby, a satisfied smile gracing her face as she watched the two newlyweds. She was especially satisfied watching Ethan’s struggles and increasingly red-faced realization of how much he enjoyed it. She was fairly certain if she had Amelia stand up the poor lad would be on his way to an impressive erection. For her part, Amelia’s kissing slowly morphed into a more passionate embrace. Both hands held his head, and she began to gyrate back and forth on his lap while she held him in firm lip-locked control. Ethan managed a small moan, but was otherwise helpless. Not that that seemed to bother him too much, the way his body moved beneath Amelia. Trying to press back, trying to kiss his wife, trying to squirm and struggle in the ropes that held him fast.

Lillian grinned as the couple seemed to almost forget about the game. About the five minute requirement. Ethan was bound, and Amelia was in her element. Lillian settled herself softly back into her chair and sipped at her drink. A nice little evening show for herself, though quite likely that their little game was done. And unless she missed her guess…the two of them should be more than willing to try another round at some point…

The game sort of petered out over the course of the next forty minutes. Ethan remained bound for most of that time, and Amelia, with plenty of giggles, remained planted on his lap until it came time to untie them. There were one or two more rounds of truths, but Lillian took pity on Ethan’s blushes and didn’t ask him much beyond whether or not he was enjoying himself. As he was, she was content enough with that. Amelia too, seemed to enjoy the quasi normalization of their evening, shifting and grinning on top of her bound husband’s lap. When, at last, it came time to untie Ethan, she kept up a barrage of teasing kisses, until Lillian finally undid his wrists and allowed the poor fellow to suddenly wrap his arms around a squealing Amelia.

“So I hope that we might be able to play again?” Lillian asked with a grin, as Ethan and Amelia playfully wrestled for a moment before separating in mutual laughter.

“Ooooh, yes please!” Amelia laughed, “I wanna try it too!”

Lillian arched an eyebrow at Ethan who blushed and waved his hands, “I…I suppose…yeah, a-alright…”

Amelia hugged him, her smile growing, “Just wanna see me all squirmy and helpless, dontcha?”

Lillian chuckled as the boy’s blush flamed brighter, “Well let’s hold off anything new until tomorrow. Give you both a chance to think things over. But I’m quite happy to provide restraint services if that’s of interest…” She grinned and waggled her fingers, “Perhaps next time there shall be…tickling…”

“Tickling?” Amelia turned a devilish grin on her husband, “Well then you definitely need to be in ropes again. I think—eeeek!” Ethan, not waiting for Amelia to finish, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and began marching them towards the bedroom door.

“Quit giving her ideas!” He called out over his shoulder

Lillian chuckled as the two young adults beat a retreat into the bedroom. Ethan’s blushes and Amelia’s eager agreement in response to the little game were excellent responses. Shyness and squirmy reactions to bondage held a special place in her heart, though an enthusiastic charge into this sort of play was all to the good as well.

Now, she just needed time with them. Something that the pandemic and quarantine should furnish her with in spades.

The next day was their first full one in quarantine, and would set the standard for their first week together. Ethan insisted upon cooking breakfast. “It’s the one meal that I can cook reliably,” he declared, mid-way through mixing up a large amount of batter, “I make great waffles.”

Lillian had sipped at her tea and waved him on.

Amelia huddled in her robe near the other end of the table, still coming to grips with the reality of being up before 9 am. Though she did perk up a little once Ethan deposited a richly made mocha in front of her.

“Mmmmffggh! Fhhaanks oovvee,” Amelia’s voice came from inside the mug as she gulped at the blended hot chocolate and coffee. Ethan kissed the top of her head, shared a grin with Lillian, and then returned to his waffle creation. A half hour later, depositing the first of his golden brown delicacies in front of Lillian and Amelia, the two of them were at least talking. Now that Amelia felt awake enough to hold conversation, some of her bubbliness was reasserting itself.

“So what’re people’s plans for today?” Amelia shot a smile at Lillian, and the British woman arched an amused eyebrow.

“Well, I must alas get some work done this morning. The dregs of my trip still need looking after, so don’t let me be a drag on whatever you want to do. Maybe try going for a walk. I should be done by noon.”

“Can we do something together then?”

“Such as?”

Amelia grinned, “Well I’m owed some bondage time I think. Ethan got to be a squirmy little so-and-so yesterday, and I wanna try!”

Ethan had just been about to sit down, and flushed a brilliant scarlett. Lillian patted his arm, “You were a wonderful little captive Ethan. Perhaps we could all, hmmmm, watch a movie together? A nice relaxing one that can be enjoyed with some…restrictions?”

Amelia nodded eagerly, squeezing her husband’s arm, “Yes! Yes definitely!”

Ethan squirmed a little in his seat, shoveling large bites of waffle into his mouth, and muttering shyly, “uuhh sspoosf.”

“Well that’s settled then,” Lillian grinned at the pair, “Shall we say around two or so? That should give plenty of time for a movie, and still leave time for supper at a reasonable hour.”

There was general agreement, and the trio split apart for the morning. Lillian to get through her work, and the couple to enjoy some relaxing time with one another on a long brisk walk. The afternoon was just as promised. Lillian brought several bundles of rope out, and corded Amelia up into a boxtie, before sitting her down on the large couch. Amelia snuggled into the couch, and then looked expectantly up at Ethan. He lounged next to her, wrapping his arms around his bound wife, and settling in for the show. Lillian sat down on the other side of Amelia, patting her leg reassuringly, and then flipping on an enjoyable comedy.

The afternoon passed in blissful enjoyment of their chosen entertainment, with Amelia squirming and enjoying the feeling of restraint. Ethan massaged her shoulders and head at various points, while Lillian kept a distant but watchful eye on Amelia for any signs of discomfort. The last thing she wanted was to frighten either of them away from their developing games. But the girl seemed enthralled with the sensations, especially given the triumphant little smiles she tossed towards both of them, especially as the film slowly wound its way to a conclusion. Lillian reached out a few times to smooth a line of the rope, or check the pressure of the various knots. Partly out of concern to ensure Amelia had a good time.

Partly to acclimate the girl to her touch.

Amelia and Ethan began to good naturedly bicker over their differing experiences almost as soon as the last line in the movie was spoken.

“See! Told you I could last!” She crowed at Ethan as the credits began to roll, “That’s like what, double the time you spent in ropes?”

“That’s unfair though,” he blustered through his blush, “You had a different tie.”

“Well I suppose there’s a way to fix that…” Lillian mused, breaking into the conversation and immediately capturing the attention of both her guests, “Perhaps I’ll unbind Amelia, and Ethan can be restrained for dinner.”

“I was going to cook…” Ethan began, but she cut him off

“Now, now, Ethan, you cooked us breakfast, and scrounged together lunch too. It’s only fair that you get to relax for at least one of the meals. And ropes will ensure that you do, won’t they?” Her eyebrow arched again. He seemed to really react to her doing that, so Lillian delighted in making a point to use it on him. It worked like a charm. He flushed, mumbled a little, and then bashfully nodded. Amelia, for her part, grinned with a slight pout.

“I suppose it’s fair. This was so much fun though!”

“Well, it is Ethan’s turn, but I’m happy to provide further bondage entertainment later on.” Lillian chuckled, “But let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Dinner, bondage relaxation for Ethan, and then we can…chat…”

Lillian picked apart the knots holding Amelia captive, talking the younger woman through various post bondage stretches that she should do. While Amelia began to complete those, Lillian turned to Ethan, who was sporting a near constant blush as he held his arms behind his back. Lillian nodded her approval at him, running her hands holding the rope slowly over his chest and arms, before settling onto his hands.

“Ready, Ethan?”

“Y-yes Ma’am.”

Lillian chuckled, “Well there’s a respectful boy.” She patted him on the shoulder and then shook out her first ropes, “Now, let’s get you properly restrained so you can relax. Your darling wife and I will figure out dinner.”

Lillian began to rope him up, building in a slightly more elaborate set up than Amelia had experienced. She wanted a bit of a challenge. Something that still restrained, but looked artful in its final execution. And, a not insignificant part and consideration was that the ties should be different. Each one should be slightly more advanced down the road. Something to titillate and draw the attention and desire of both her guests.

Something to keep them wanting more.

So a boxtie was completed for Ethan, but the ties behind his back were finished off with a rather elegant pattern in the ropes. More rope went over and around his shoulders and chest, locking everything into place. Lillian carefully guided a slightly squirming Ethan over to one of the comfier chairs around the dining table, and sat him down. With her final two bundles of rope, she then corded up his ankles to the chair, ensuring that he was stuck without any outside help. Helpless, definitively so, for the first time.

The extra flush in his face, and the way that his hips strained told her all she needed to know. Ethan was loving this, much as he didn’t want to tell the older, sexy, confident as all hell, woman who had captivated him. That was just fine by Lillian. Time would increase his comfort with this, with her, and with his willingness to explore.

Dinner was made, Amelia and Lillian cooperating to fix a wonderful meal, while both of them would occasionally wander back over to the table to check on Ethan. Lillian keeping her touches gentle and rare, mostly focused on the ropes, with only occasional switches to running her fingers across his arms or neck. Amelia didn’t feel like keeping things at such a distance, and delighted in teasing her bound husband. Trailing soft touches along his neck and jaw, kissing him suddenly when his eyes were closed, teasing and tickling him to make him jump and squirm in his bonds. Amelia loved the sight of Ethan in ropes, nearly as much as she had enjoyed them herself.

When Lillian served food, Amelia appointed herself Ethan’s own feeding helper, spearing pieces of meat and vegetable for him to munch on, while she massaged his inner thighs with her other hand. Within minutes of dinner commencing, Ethan was a panting, squirming mess. Much to Amelia’s and Lillian’s delight. The two women chatted about innocuous, run of the mill things. The brisk spring weather that seemed likely to linger on for weeks. How Amelia was finding the British music scene in comparison to what she was used to, and whether anyone had gotten in touch with her about work. Mutual interests in various crafts, or different book series. And all the while, Amelia teased Ethan.

“Here comes the plaaaaane!” Amelia cackled, waving a forkful of chicken in front of Ethan. That he didn’t give her a pained scowl, but instead just let out a small shivering moan before opening his mouth, gave added weight to Lillian’s assessment. The boy was a subbie through and through. And he wanted more.

“So, how have the two of you been enjoying being my guests?” Lillian chuckled, as she watched Amelia give Ethan a loving kiss.

“Oh, just wonderful!” Amelia burbled, “As quarantine roomies go, I think we’ve lucked out.” She returned Lillian’s smile with a grin of her own, and then gestured at Ethan’s bound form, “I think it probably would’ve been years before we ever really thought to try this sort of thing. I don’t think either of us really knew about it…”

Lillian’s smile widened, “Well that’s wonderful! I’m so glad I’m able to expand your horizons, so to speak.” She gave a languid stretch in her chair, her feet happening to bump up against Amelia and Ethan’s legs, before she straightened, “I suppose we should get him untied,” she ventured.

“Oh do we have to?” Amelia giggled, running a hand over Ethan’s chest ropes, “He looks so darling in them…”

“He should probably get at least a little break,” Lillian chuckled, “But if you both are interested, I’m quite happy to practice my rigging skills on the two of you. Only if this is something you are interested in exploring…?”

She’d hardly finished when Amelia was bouncing excitedly up and down in her chair, pale green eyes awash in eager fire, “Yes! Yes definitely! And I get to go next!”

“Ethan?”

The boy seemed to recover a bit of himself as he flexed and squirmed in his bonds. Amelia’s hand disappeared beneath the table for a moment, and he suddenly sucked in a breath, “O-oh, uh, y-yes. Yes that w-would be nice.” Lillian could tell that he wanted to do nothing but moan, long and loud. She didn’t have to look beneath the table to know Amelia was holding or stroking his cock. Such a lovely dynamic. Not even two days into our exploration…

“Very well then. I think we can sort something out to keep exploring this little bondage fascination.” Lillian chuckled and then stood, “Now, let’s get you untied so you can do those stretches I showed your wife before. And Amelia…” Lillian cocked an eyebrow, “Would you prefer a tie up this evening, or something tomorrow morning?”

“Evening,” Amelia said promptly, “I want to feel this, not be a zombie.”

Ethan gave a chuckle that became strangled as Amelia looked at him with a sweet smile, and griped harder, “Hahahaa aaaahhh, t-totaaally makes s-sense dear.”

“I also expect some more of those nice massages,” she mused, batting her eyelashes at him.

Ethan didn’t trust himself to speak, merely nodding in agreement. Happy with her victory, Amelia sprang to her feet, and began piling up dishes to clear away from the table. Lillian bent down to untie Ethan’s feet, before having him stand up from the chair and follow her back into the living room area with the large couch. It was time for evening bondage snuggles, something which Lillian was rather certain would become a ‘thing’ for her two guests.

The rest of the evening passed relatively normally. Amelia as it turned out was only bound in a simple hands in front style, so that the three of them could play cards. Lillian waved away her pouts, noting that they had both had a pretty long lasting tie earlier, and that she didn’t want to over stress their systems. So hands in front was all Amelia was getting. More could be had tomorrow if she wanted. Dangling the opportunity for more intensive bondage did the trick, and complaining from either of them was minimal.

The next week became progressively more filled with bondage games, as the ropes seemed to sneak into other parts of the day, and inform what was being done. At first, the three of them continued with the majority of their days being filled with reading, chatting, playing games, and physical activity. Chores were done around the place to keep it humming along, and all three tried their best to make time to go outside to prevent stir crazy feelings from taking root. But inevitably, driven in large part by Amelia’s enthusiasm, and Ethan’s shy curiosity, the ropes continued to come out.

Day by day, every evening at minimum found one of them bound for dinner. Often it was Ethan, who continued to volunteer to make breakfast and occasionally lunch. Lillian gradually retreated from making any of the meals, leaving dinner in Amelia’s hands. This gave her time to bind Ethan properly for dinner, and do some teasing of her own in the process. Nothing that ventured below the waist at that moment, but enough that the boy would become acclimated to her touch. To her breath on his neck and in his ears. To her whispered, murmured, barely audible “good boy” when he cooperated.

For Amelia, her chance at being bound came most often in the afternoon, when all three of them gathered to watch something on Lillian’s large television. Lillian went with boxties with added torso bondage most often, though designs and patterns in the rope became more and more common. Partly because she wanted to challenge herself…partly because such patterns demanded the use of more and more rope. Not that Amelia complained. Not that either of them complained.

Lillian encouraged both of them in seeking to be bound. Neither was ever allowed to do the binding, and she was always able to successfully deflect anything more than rudimentary lessons in how to tie knots. She was the dominant after all, and with Amelia being a switch at best, and Ethan a dyed in the wool submissive, it wasn’t especially hard to get her way. And so the ropes remained in her hands, and the couple member who wasn’t bound had to content themselves with teasing and massaging their loved one. All while Lillian watched, monitored, and spun her plans with a pleasant smile on her face.

Amelia and Ethan absolutely adored feeding one another while one of them was bound, though Amelia tended to have more opportunities to do so. There was always a great deal of teasing, giggling, and playfulness as the meal was (often messily) consumed.

After a full week of these games, Lillian first made the offer for both of them to be bound at the same time during their afternoon movie. Ethan and Amelia had both become more and more comfortable with her, and her light control over them during such bondage games, so it worried neither of them that they would be helpless before her.

And so Lillian tied them up. First Ethan, and then Amelia. Boxtied, with plentiful torso bondage to keep their entire upper bodies locked and constrained. Then she added ropes at their ankles and thighs, keeping their legs restrained, and ensuring their helplessness in any running away sort of effort. She positioned them both on the couch, and then calmly slid in between them to settle in for the movie. Her heart sang with momentary tension, but neither of her charges objected to her seating placement. Nor did they object when she wrapped an arm behind each of them, stretching her arms along the back of the couch.

The movie was a sappier romantic one, interspersed with occasional bits of comedy. Lillian watched with only half an eye, the rest of her attention being paid to the squirming, bound forms next to her. Part way through the movie she began offering little scritches and massages to the backs of their necks and head. Neither objected to that either, much to her delight. Ethan was the first to readjust himself, squirming closer to her almost without realizing, and then his head dipped down to rest on her shoulder. Nearly on her breasts, which she would have found amusing, but Lillian didn’t want to push it. A few minutes later, it was Amelia who scooted back for a moment before curling herself up to lay her head onto Lillian’s lap.

Lillian brushed a hand through Amelia’s hair in soothing motions, all while massaging Ethan’s scalp. She thanked her foresight for setting up an autoplay function, because the movie ended far, far too early for her purposes. She so did not want to move. The first time she had both of her guests bound, and they both decided to be absolutely adorable. Curled up and content with their domme. She hadn’t planned on this part happening quite so soon. She had figured it might be days yet before they felt comfortable enough to…

She grinned. Unless she missed her guess, Ethan had just fallen asleep. Amelia's breathing had also gone deep and steady, such that she was either asleep as well, or just so utterly relaxed as to basically be the same thing. Her two bound little playthings, safely restrained and under her control, however temporary that might prove to be. She decided that she was going to sit here until they woke up. It wouldn’t do to disturb them, nor to make this seem abnormal. She wanted this. She wanted them.

So Lillian sat there as the midafternoon drifted away, massaging and petting her two captives. Enjoying the feel of their forms pressed up against her. Her mind whirling along the mental pathways of her plans for them. For what the coming weeks would bring, and how she would guide them ever so gently forwards. Towards where she wanted them both to go…to where she dreamed of them.

A dream wherein Ethan and Amelia were her temporary captives no longer, but something a good deal more…life changing…