LAYLA’S BONDAGE WISH – AND MORE!

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Layla had turned 10 years old yesterday. She had always wondered what it would be like to be naked and tied up. In fact, she had often talked to her mother about such things. Her mother told her when she turned ten she would do this for her. Just so she could see what it was really like. When she got home from school there was a note on the kitchen table. It told her to go into her room and take all her clothes off, and wait.

Layla sat on her bed, naked, waiting, shivering with excitement. Soon her mother came in, and when Layla began to say something, her mom put her hand on her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Layla, stand up, turn your back to me.” Layla did so and waited. Her mom pulled her wrists behind her, crisscrossed them, and tied them tightly with rope. Next her mother wrapped rope around her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides. She told Layla to open her mouth. Mom stuffed a small ball gag into her mouth, pushed it in past her teeth, and buckled it in the farthest hole she could until it pulled at the sides of her mouth. Layla made little barely audible noises through her ball gag. Mom put a padded leather blindfold over her eyes and buckled it tightly also. She turned little Layla around and around so she would lose her sense of direction. Finally, Mom bent down and tied her ankles, then tied her knees together. She tied another rope to Layla’s wrists, pulled her down backwards, and tied the ends to her ankles, in a severe standing hogtie. Now, Layla was sufficiently tied.

“All right, my dear. You are now tied up, blindfolded and gagged. You may struggle as much as you wish. I will check on you later. I have to go to the store. If you fall down you may try to find your way to the living room, wiggling all the way tied as you are. I am leaving now. You are on your own. Hop around as you wish, if you think you can.”

A few minutes later Layla heard the front door shut. Did mom really go to the store? Or did she secretly stay home to watch her, and make sure she would be OK? “Mmmmph?” she yelled through her ball gag.

She pretty much knew where her bedroom door was, but having been turned around so many times by her mom, she wasn’t sure now. She hopped around until she found it, barely able to stay on her feet the way she was tied. She thought she had her home memorized, where all the doors were and all the furniture was placed.

She eventually found her bedroom door, but she wasn’t sure which way to go. She struggled to get free, but her mom and tied her very tightly. She thought mom might just tie her tight enough she could eventually wiggle free, but now she knew better.

“Mmmmmph?” she cried out again. Still no answer.

She continued to hop. She found the doorway to the living room. She pretty well knew how to get to the kitchen. She was beginning to love being tied up and unable to see or talk. Already she could feel something wet between her legs. She knew she didn’t have to pee. And she felt something unusual between her legs.

Very carefully she hopped slowly around. She ran into the couch, the chair. She knew the doorway to the kitchen was behind the chair, so as she hopped around the chair she kept her bearings by continually touching the chair with her body. When she got to the back of the chair, she turned to where her bare butt lay against it, and began to hop straight.

But, in her haste to get to the kitchen, she fell. The fall didn’t hurt her any, having deep carpet. However, she fell in the middle of a “nowhere” area, where no furniture existed for several feet around.

“Mmmmph! Mmmmph! Mmmmph!” she cried out, then remembered what her mother said. She rolled around struggling, but couldn’t find anything to help her get up. So she rolled around and around on the floor, trying to get her hands loose. The knots were far away from her little fingers. She twisted her hands trying to pull them free. Her mom had tied them too tightly for that to work. She gave up, and would have to wait until her mom got home. She hoped it wouldn’t be too long. She had to go pee really bad.

She turned herself to her stomach, and that was a mistake. The floor pushed on her bladder, making her need to pee even stronger. She tried to roll over, but by then it was too late; her stream let loose. She could feel the warm urine hitting her upper thighs. She began to cry, knowing what would happen to the carpet if she couldn’t get it cleaned up right away. And being tied up, she knew she would be in big trouble when her mom got home. Finally, the stream trickled down, and finally stopped. She finally managed to roll over, then over again back to here stomach, where she tried to dry her legs on the dry area of the carpet. If she were already in trouble, a little more wouldn’t make any difference.

She rolled again to her back, this time she hit something. She didn’t know what it was. She scooted herself back, trying to get up on her bare bottom, thinking she could manage to scoot herself back up to her feet. But to no avail. She rolled again and again, going different directions. Finally, she found what she wanted. The couch.

Layla managed to get her head up onto one of the cushions. With her head, she pulled herself up until she was sitting up. She rolled to her stomach, pulling with her head and shoulders now, until she managed to get herself all the way onto the couch. She managed to get her feet over the edge of the couch, her feet on the floor, and with all her might pushed herself back up to her feet, once again standing in her severely bowed position.

She could smell ammonia from her urine. It permeated the air. She turned her nose up. Suddenly, she heard something. Her front door. Was it mom? She didn’t know who else it could be. But it didn’t sound like a key opening it, but like a crowbar or something. And here she was, all alone, naked, tied up, gagged and blindfolded! Where could she hide? She decided she could get nowhere very fast. She just waited.

Who could it be? Why would anyone want to rob her apartment? They were basically poor. Mom didn’t have a great job, just enough to get them both by. Who could they be?

She heard the door burst open. Someone put her on her stomach on the floor, retied her in an extremely severe ball tie, picked her up and put her in a canvas bag.

Once again, she began crying. Where was her mother? Why did she leave her daughter all alone? Layla screamed and screamed, but because of the ball gag the screams didn’t even escape the bag. She could do nothing. She didn’t even struggle any more. She just lay in the bag and waited . . .

The bag swayed as whoever carried the bag walked quickly. Moments later she heard a car trunk open, and the bag she was in was just flung into the trunk. She heard the trunk shut, the car door open and shut, and the ignition turned on. The driver backed out of the apartment lot and drove for what seemed like hours to Kayla.

Sweat rolled off her naked, tied body, which was also gagged and blindfolded. She cried heavily. Who could be doing this to her? And why? They didn’t have a lot of money, so no ransom could be paid. Would she be taken to a training farm where they trained little girls to be sex objects for foreign presidents and so forth? She had heard and read about such things in special magazines mama got. Wait. Would she be doing this to her for the money? NO! Her mom wouldn’t do this. She was sure of it.

More driving. And more driving. And more driving. Finally the car stopped. Eventually the person pulled the bag out of the trunk and carried her up a lot of stairs. Almost as many as were in her apartment. She felt the bag being bounced on the bed. Where was she?

The bag opened and fresh air accosted her sweaty and salty skin. Someone pulled her out of the bag, and laid her on her back. As the person untied her, they first spread her legs as far apart as they could get them, then tied them to corner foot rails. Almost like her bed. Then they untied her hands, and retied her wrists as far apart as they could get them She now laid spread eagle, her little vagina open for all to see, she could feel her clitoris exit from its hood, and she could feel her nipples becoming hard. Then nothing for a very long time. She struggled to get loose, but without help it would be impossible. And she waited and she waited and she waited. Surely it must be dark by now.

Somebody crawled onto the bed. She whispered in Kayla’s ear what would be going on, and that she was only 9 years old herself, and also naked. She would remove Kayla’s gag if she wouldn’t say anything at all, just do as the girl instructed.

Kayla had never before used her mouth on another girl, or boy for that matter. But now she had the chance. Not only to make her reach orgasm, but for her to make Kayla reach and orgasm as well.

The girl crawled to where she needed to be, and lowered her vagina, clit, and anus down to Kayla’s mouth. Kayla said nothing, but began to lick and suck and stick her tongue in and on all three places. She felt the girl doing the same to her, spreading apart her butt cheeks so she could get a finger into Kayla’s anus. She licked and rubbed up and down Kayla’s slit, rubbing her clit as well, sometimes using her tongue on that small penis-like extension. Kayla gasped, trying to continue with the girl’s masturbation.

It seemed the girl reached one first, telling Kayla to stop. She raised herself away from Kayla’s mouth, and then concentrated on Kayla’s orgasm. Now that she had time, Kayla reached orgasm in only moments, twisting and grunting in the ecstatic throes of her orgasm. The girl then replaced the gag.

The girl lay on top of Kayla. She felt good. Almost like a sister she didn’t have. The girl began to rub Kayla’s nipples, starting off slow and easy, finally pulling on them and twisting them as hard as she could. Kayla gave out little gasps of pain. The girl continued until Kayla reached a second orgasm, just by the girl playing with her nipples.

The girl slipped off the bed, said goodbye, and left.

Now what she to do? Kayla wondered. Again, someone sat on the bed. The person spoke. Her mother!

“Well, little darling Kayla, did you have fun being tied up for the first time?” Kayla nodded, since she was still tied, gagged and blindfolded. “Would you like to be untied?” Kayla nodded vigorously, pulling at the ropes around her wrists and ankles, and screaming into her gag.

“Very well. Just a moment. Sweetheart, would you come in and help me please?”

“Sure, Aunt Dayla. My pleasure.”

The girl and her aunt, and Kayla’s mother, finally untied the knots, and removed her blindfold and gag. There, standing before Kayla, was someone she had never seen before, but she could have been her twin sister.

“Kayla, this is Layla, my niece, which I never knew I had. Apparently her parents died in an auto crash, and I was her closest relative, so she will not be living with us. OK?”

“You bet it is, mom. Layla, you’re now my twin sister. OK”

“Yeah. Let’s go play in your room.”

“No, let’s go play in OUR room!”

Dayla watched the two girls walk off, knowing there would be more bondage sessions with the two girls.