Toby was whistling to himself as he jogged up the stairs to their flat. He never took the lift, mostly because the hamster that powered it had died a few years back and it seemed to take an hour to get to the top of the building, but also because he was particularly wary at the moment. You learned to be wary when you had Caroline for a girlfriend. Being as she actually had kidnapped him once and had managed to keep him concealed in her flat for a couple of months without anyone knowing, this seemed wise, but as he had promised that he would let her mummify him at some point, it was cause to be even more damn careful.

He had always intended to go along with it, and he would quite happily do so. But... this was Caroline they were talking about. She had a penchant for the dramatic, and she would do it in a way intended to surprise him as much as possible, and get as much pleasure out of it for her. Well... both of them. But he’d rather know it was coming.

And as he turned the corner, he ran straight into some-one... He bounced back off them, hitting the wall, and before he could do anything, a forearm was pinning him against the wall... and a pad had descended over his nose and mouth. He choked as a sickly sweet smell filled his lungs and he struggled desperately. Toby was no weakling, that was sure and certain, but the first gasp of tainted air he’d dragged in had done something to him, his legs were weak at the knees, washing away like water, his strength ebbing. He tried to desperately look down, to see the person doing this to him... but whoever it was shorter than him, and the angle of the pad against his face was forcing his head back and up...

He tried to hold his breath, but his chest ached, and before he knew it he was desperately sucking in the sweet-smelling drug. His legs gave out and he slid to the floor, and the pad was removed. He desperately tried to cling to consciousness, but could barely keep his eyes open, the world spinning. The woman crouched over him and kissed his neck... just under his ear.

Caroline, you bitch.



Caroline tucked her pad and bottle away, fighting a giggle.

“Thank you Morpheus...” She murmured to herself, looking at her unconscious boyfriend.

She knelt down next to Toby, adjusted him deftly, then pulled him into a fireman’s lift. She groaned softly, straightened up, then continued up the short flight of stairs, the unconscious guy over her shoulder. She grinned nostalgically. This was much like the night she’d kidnapped him. Admittedly she’d slipped a drug into his beer, then hauled him into a cab while he was still semi conscious, then carried him into the lift and out, but still.

Caroline had planned the snatch perfectly for her strength. She was a strong girl, her father having sent her to dances classes, then when he realised she had no inclination to be a ballerina, took her to every martial arts class going until she settled on one. She was a blue belt in kickboxing, heading towards doing her purple belt grading, so she was no weakling. But Toby was fairly muscled, therefore heavy. She’d nabbed him on the half-landing just before their floor, so she only had to get him up a short flight of stairs, then into the flat. She’d also left the flat door open so she didn’t have to faff with opening the door, so she managed to get the unconscious Toby inside in no time at all.

She kicked the door shut after her, then lowered him down gently onto the rug in the living room, between the sofa and the TV. Scattered around her was everything she needed... so she clicked her neck and her fingers impressively, and set to work.

First she balled his left fist, running just the one stripe of tape around his closed hand, anchoring his thumb in place, and holding it in place while she pulled one of her thick wellington boot socks over the hand, pulling it up his arm to his elbow and taping tightly around his wrist and just below his elbow. His right hand though... she took a little plastic cuboid and nestled it in his hand, taping his thumb to it loosely to hold it in place, then taped his hand closed so the thing wouldn’t fall out of his grip. She then socked that hand too.

She gazed thoughtfully at him... then tugged his t-shirt off him, manoeuvring it carefully over his head, then untied his shoes and pulled them off, setting them in their pair to one side, extracting his socks, and throwing them to the other side of the room to pick up and put in the washing later, she deftly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off too. Caroline gave his boxers a considering look, then shook her head. Too far. Next time maybe, if he let her have a ‘next time’.

She pressed his socked forearms together so that his arms formed a box just under his ribcage, then started to tape those together, using an entire spool of tape to hold them firmly in place. She tested it, and satisfied that they were so glued together they might as well be one appendage, she reached for the cling-film. She’d done her research, and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Toby, so she took the clingfilm and wrapped it 3 times around his ankles, securing it down with more tape, then continued up over the rest of his body, wrapping it under and over his arms and right up to his shoulders. Now she slowed. She taped around his shins, knees and thighs, over his already taped forearms and over his upper arms. Very carefully and very loosely, she wrapped some cling film around his neck, sticking it down with  just a little square of tape.

She took a deep breath, then noticed signs of life. Toby’s eyes were beginning to flicker... and he was starting to stir, very slightly. She grinned, and picked up a ballgag, scooping up his head and buckling it tightly in place.

“Mmph?” Toby stirred again, then opened his eyes, blinking sluggishly, then faster.

She winced at the slight look of panic, then smiled as he found her, then rolled his eyes.

“Hey sweetheart,” She leant over and kissed his nose. “I gotcha.”

He rolled his eyes again, clearly smiling under the gag.

“Right, before I do any more taping,” her grin spread as he gave a slight jump in surprise then struggled slightly. “In your right hand.”

He frowned, then she saw his hand move... and the doorbell rang out as he pressed the button. She shrugged as he raised an eyebrow.

“Yes I have a doorbell. I just took it off at Halloween because I was in a pissy mood and didn’t want to give little brats chocolate and then afterwards couldn’t be arsed to put it back on,” She explained, then ran a hand over her hair. “I just thought about it, so if, at any point, it’s too much for you and you want out, you’ve got a way to let me know. It’s quite literally a panic button.”

She watched his face soften slightly and she leant over and kissed his nose gently again.

“Right, mushy moment over,” She told him with a grin. “Last time to back out.”

He rolled his eyes again. She just grinned and lifted his head onto her lap again.

“Ok, bed time sweetheart.”

He gave a muffled protest as she pulled a sleep-mask over his eyes, tightening the elastic so that it wouldn’t come off easily, then Toby gave a huffy sigh and relaxed.

She picked up another one of the man spools of duct tape she had, and started from his ankles, taping his shins together up to the knee, then over it, then back down over his knee again to his ankle, sticking them firmly together. Added to the layers of cling film and the tape already holding his ankles and shins together, he wasn’t going anywhere.

She stuck the loose edge down, then started from his knees upwards, and noticed a mysterious bulge in his boxers under it all. She giggled to herself, and continued sticking up to his hips and back down, then after exhausting another spool of tape, set to work on his upper body, wrapping up to under his captive forearms, underneath them, then over the top of his upper arms, firmly pinning him in place. She wrapped up to his shoulders, then stopped. Hesitating. She didn’t want to do his neck, but it would look odd without it...

She sat up, an evil grin on her face, then hurried out of the room, rummaging in her chest of drawers, finding what she was looking for, then hurrying back. Toby was wriggling around like an adorable caterpillar on the rug, trying to shuck the tape, more for his own satisfaction than actual hope of getting free... and she really did notice a bulge under the tape. Oh dear.

He froze as she sat down next to him, then really did grumble around his gag as he felt the thick leather collar tighten around his throat. She kissed his cheek gently, then started fiddling with the TV and DVD player.

“Right, my friend’s leant me The Hobbit. I know you’ve seen it, and I know how intolerable you can be when I’m watching a film you’ve seen before,” She said brightly. “Now I know you won’t be able to spoil it for me.”

She stepped over him and sat on the sofa, bouncing up and down on it slightly as the film started. Toby sighed and settled down into the rug for a long wait... then gave a soft yelp of surprise as he felt her arms close around him. He felt himself being dragged onto the sofa, her sat up, propped against the arm of the sofa, him lying on top of her, his back to her, head on her stomach, just below her breasts, lying between her legs, his bare feet propped on the other arm of the sofa, unbound pink toes wiggling slightly as a draft played across them. Her left leg locked around him, over his lower thighs and knees as she settled down.

“Just in case there are any scary bits,” She explained, and pressed play.

He’d never ever admit this to her, but he was actually enjoying this. Before he’d met her, he would never have said that he was submissive, or that he would like being taped up... and it still made him panic at times, especially when Caroline was in another room or left him in the flat alone, but here, lying in her arms, warm and comfortable in his silver tape shell, he was actually quite happy.

He snuggled back against her, and as he did, her right arm gently draped around him, her other playing with his hair, combing tenderly through it as she settled back to watch the Hobbit, singing along with ‘That’s What Bilbo Baggins Hates’, and closed his eyes under the sleepmask.

“And by the way, if you think I left your feet bare because I forgot them you’re sadly mistaken,” Caroline said brightly, dropping a kiss on his forehead. “After this, they’re mine.”

Caroline, you bitch.