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         Well, to be honest, I don't remember how exactly we met. I can only say that this happened two years ago, and the reason was the penchant for one musical group - too famous to name it. At first, we communicated only on the Internet, and not very actively, I would even say infrequently. But even then, looking at her photos on the avatar and in her profile, I felt that there was something unusual in her. Of course, she was slender, refined, incredibly beautiful, stirred up some warm, long-forgotten feelings in my chest ... but the main thing was her eyes, which - yeah, how original! - literally drove me crazy.

         In this mode, the first year of our communication passed. Once in the spring I got two free tickets to an extraordinary music show. Oddly enough, none of my friends who love these kinds of events could go. My best friend lived in another city at the time, a colleague planned to spend a day off at his country house, and I didn’t want to see some of my acquaintances at all, although I understood that they would be delighted to go to this show like children. "Maybe we should take a chance?" an inner voice whispered. “Yeah, yeah,” I replied skeptically. “We don’t even know if she listens to such things. Maybe she’ll just kick me to the curb.” But my inner voice kept annoying me, becoming more and more persistent. Come on, is it that hard for you? The pass drops out. If no - then no. It is better to try once and fail than not to try and then torment yourself with misery over a missed opportunity. Maybe you want to invite that fool who has been tailing you since school days?

         So I did it.

         What surprised me to the bone is the fact that she suddenly agreed. This drove me into a kind of stupor, because I was absolutely sure that my plan wouldn't work out alright. But there was nothing left to do - I had to prepare myself for the fact that in two days I would meet a girl, at the thought of which, I felt strangely warm somewhere inside. She was a bit late for the meeting, but I was ready to forgive her everything - she turned out to be even more beautiful live than in the photographs. We took our seats waiting for the show and cheerfully spoke for an hour about everything, and with such ease, as if we had known each other for many years. She turned out to be a very pleasant conversationalist. At the end of the show, I walked her home - she warmly thanked for a wonderful evening and ran away to the apartment, and I ... well, I felt that I had fallen in love really hard.

         After that I tried to date her more than once - she accepted my offers rather far from always, which painfully stabbed me in the chest like a rapier, because if I were interesting to her as well as she was to me, she would try to find an opportunity to meet me too. However, a couple of times we saw each other, walked along the embankment and talked - just as cheerfully and as the first time. She talked a lot about herself, and it was clear that she really began to like my company. Soon, she started to write more often, sent all sorts of funny videos on Instagram, and later invite me to walk around the city, to go to the cinema, to a concert or to somewhere else. This, of course, made me incredibly happy, but I could not help but feel that she saw me only as a friend - just an ordinary friend who has no chance for anything more than a grateful kiss on his cheek if he is unbelievably lucky. And this was the other side of the coin called "Communication with a girl who drives you crazy." Just try to imagine my whole summer.

         On that hot August day we arranged meeting in the city center to go for a walk as usual, when she deal with her problems - she submitted some documents for a new external passport, as far as I remember. Unfortunately, by the designated time which was around two o'clock in the afternoon she was still busy. I texted her a couple more times, but I always received a response, you know, I'm still busy, maybe later. And at the very moment when I almost lost my hope and was seriously considering to devote the rest of the day to cleaning, she finally wrote to me by her own. Said that she had called a taxi to go home. She submitted the documents, but all the bureaucracy coupled with a long wait exhausted her so much that she had absolutely no strength left to go anywhere. Although I was disappointed, I did not show it - I simply wished her a good rest and was about to start the Great Cleaning, when suddenly another message lighted up my screen.

         "Come to me if you wish".

         It took me about five minutes just to recover myself from the stupor. I was rereading this simple phrase, unable to believe that I was not dreaming. Is the girl of my dreams inviting me to visit her? Was she just bored and wanted to talk? Or maybe all the time I misunderstood her, and she really feels something for me? One way or another, I could not refuse such an offer, and therefore, still not believing my luck, I jumped into my faithful Chevrolet Cobalt and rushed towards my dream.

"Just a second, I'm coming!" the voice came from inside her flat after I pressed the bell-push. My heart almost jumped out of my chest with anticipation - does it really happen and I'm going to see how the girl I'm in love with lives? I still hoped from the bottom of my heart that she had set it up on purpose, because she had long dreamed of confessing her feelings to me - although, of course, I understood perfectly well that dreams are just dreams and remain nothing more than dreams.

         When the door opened, my breath hitched and my jaw seemed to drop. My love met me with a friendly smile, her long silky hair fell on her narrow graceful shoulders, and her neat make-up clearly showed that she had returned home not so long ago. But what is important, she met me very nicely in a coquettishly half-unbuttoned white shirt made of thin cotton and short - very short! - denim shorts. Oh, those shorts... did I already say that the summer was very hot this year? Sometimes, when we were walking, she put them on, shamelessly scoffed at me without even knowing it, because she opened up an unprecedented view of her long, slender naked legs. My God, I could stare at them forever! Which is exactly what I was doing while she doesn't notice. And now I had the opportunity to stare not only at them, but also at her body - graceful, delicate, fragile, like a sculpture of an ancient master, although her shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, I could not help but notice that there was nothing under it.

         I sincerely hope that my emotions didn't show on my face. Well yeah... who am I kidding.

"Come in," winking at me, she turned gracefully and walked further into her apartment. And thanks again to her shorts - they provided me a good look at her half-covered elastic ass. To be honest, even if I could look away, I wouldn't even try.

         Only after my beautiful nymph disappeared into the next room, I was able to throw a better look at her home. Her apartment was far from poor - high-quality double-glazed windows, a wide wooden bed and satin bed linen, chic wardrobes with full-length mirrors, crystal chandeliers, a wide-screen TV ... not that these things were not familiar to me, but the splendor of the interiors surprised me a little. I have to admit her great taste.

"Black or green?" she asked me as she peered out of the kitchen, "or maybe coffee?"

“Well, I don’t know, I’m not used to being picky about such matters,” I answered with some embarrassment, “I'm rather omnivore, you know.”

"Sure," she smiled. "But you need to make a choice."

“Well, let it be green then,” I decided. I always liked tea more than coffee, and the green tea is better for your health.

"Then suit yourself! I hope you have nothing against some cream cakes?"

         Here is the service! Actually, I was a hospitable host too, but for some reason I was always embarrassed when others started caring for me. I sat on the corner couch at the table, trying to do my best and avoid staring at this incredible beauty, dressed only in an half-unbuttoned white cotton shirt and short denim shorts. To be honest, I was really failing the test. I would even say, I failed it completely. Her outfit left very little scope for imagination, and I sincerely hoped that she did not notice my enthusiastic gaze wandering over her magnificent figure. Even though I lusted after her, I knew that my confession would likely scare or alienate her, and I didn't want to risk our friendship at all. After all, what else could I do? If I couldn't be with her, at least let me be as close as I can.

"So what's with your documents?" I asked to distract myself from the thoughts that weighed on me. She settled herself comfortably, involuntarily opening up an excellent view of her slender and graceful body to me, and began to talk. We drank tea, ate cakes, laughed and talked - the most relaxed atmosphere reigned between us. I was even a little embarrassed that I fell for this girl, because we were really good friends and we both felt it. On the other hand, looking at her in this relaxed home environment, so friendly, a bit naked, beautiful and homely sweet, I did not understand how does it possible to avoid falling in love with her. She was wonderful. I involuntarily admired her, the features of her face, the outlines of her figure, her relaxed postures, and even her every word aroused real delight in me. She spoke to me. She paid attention to me. And that was the most important thing in the world.

         When we finished, she invited me into the bedroom to continue our conversation. And, of course, she sat down on her wide bed, stretching out her long slender legs and leaning her back on the pillow. She invited me to sit next to her - "Go ahead, you're an insider, you know." But she had no idea what I was feeling at that moment. Soon our conversation turned to crime movies and TV shows, and we even started to watch the movie "The Disappearance of Alice Creed". She even watched it with some interest, but I found it rather ridiculous and boring. All the time I did not stop stealing glances at her. She often changed her positions, laying on her side, propping her head with her hand, got on her knees, stretched her legs, and I was forced to look at all this and drool, making inhuman efforts of will not to reach out my hand to her and not to stroke her slender, beautiful body. I have to give myself a proper respect - I did a great job. But on that memorable day when I invited her to that music show, I could not even imagine that one day I would be sitting with her, half-naked, in her house and on her bed. The only pity is that we were not doing things I would really like.

"I wonder what would happen if someone kidnapped me?" my black-haired beauty suddenly said. I almost jumped in surprise, while I had been staring at the screen with a dull look before.

"What?" I asked in utter disbelief.

"Are you deaf?" she snarled jokingly and laughed as she leaned back on the pillow, clutching the head of the bed with her arms and bending her knees, then she added: "Just imagine: I’m walking down the street in the evening, I'm alone, no one around, it’s already dark ... suddenly some car drives by, people in masks jump out of it, they grab me, clamp my mouth shut, put me in the trunk and take me away in an unknown direction ..."

         Was it just me or did I hear the dreaminess in her voice? Like she... wanted it?

"Why?" I only forced myself to say, discouraged by her flight of fancy. I tried not to show how it actually excites me - the thoughts of kidnapped and bound girls often thrilled my mind, and, of course, I also imagined my beloved one in such position more than once. It would be great to come and save her, beat up all the bad guys and take her with me, while she scared and defenseless, but grateful for being her hero...

"Dunno," now it was her who ripped me out of my dreams, " maybe for ransom. Or it's just some secret admirer who decides to impress me in such an unusual way... Hey, you think I'm not good enough for being kidnapped or what?"

"No, no!" I hastily assured her, feeling that I breaks sweat from excitement and thrill. "You're good enough for everything, don't even doubt it.

"Really?" suddenly she carefully looked at me. "Would you kidnap me then?"

         I stared at her with my eyes opened wide. Blood rushed to my head, my mouth became dry, my heart was pounding like hammer. I wanted to shout "Yes, damn it, I would have kidnapped you, taken you so far away that no one would have ever found you, and you would only be mine from now on and forever!", But I could not. My natural habit of concealing my fantasies deep in me did not allow me to do this.

"Well ... yeah," I murmured, adverting my gaze.

"What would you do?" Her eyes lit up with excitement, "Let's imagine you are a kidnapper. You are driving your car late at night and suddenly you notice me walking along the side of the road, and there is not a single soul around. Would you kidnap me?"

Ugh ... well ..."

"Does it yes or no?" devils danced in her eyes, she was obviously amused by these questions, as well as by my reaction.

"Yes, I do", I gave it up, trying to calm the trembling in my hands and give my voice confidence, although I was just burning with excitement inside me. I hope she didn't notice my monstrous erection ...

"And what would you do with me?" she asked with a sly smile. "Would you put me to sleep with chloroform? Or would you just shut my mouth and drag me into your car?"

“Chloroform would be more reliable,” I said, trying not to stutter like a proper Charlie. "Besides, you would probably struggle."

“Of course, I would,” she assured, still smiling. "And would you tie me up then?"

         Here we are, another fetish of mine. It seems that my joint would now make a hole in my pants without the consent of the foreman, which means me.

"Sure," I nodded, swallowing. - What if you wake up while I'm on my way?"

"And how would you tie me up?"

"Well ..." I croaked, trying to cope with the excitement surging over me. "I'd tie your hands together ..."

"In front or behind my back?" she interrupted.

"Behind your back. It's more reliable.

"And my legs?"

"Wait, wait, let's keep an order," I decided to take matters into my own hands, if she wants a detailed description of her kidnapping - she will get it, “First, I would jump out of the car right behind you, grab you and cover your mouth with a rag soaked in chloroform."

"Okay," she whispered holding her breath. Or was it just me?

“Then I would quickly put you in the back seat of my car, sit next to you and start to tie you up. First, I would secure your wrists behind your back, and then your elbows."

"Even so," she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and... an approval?

"Then I would tie a loop around your waist, under your chest and above it - in general, I would restrain your movements as much as possible so that you could not even move when you came to your senses."

"Next," she demanded, clearly excited by my responses. Looks like I hit the jackpot! Now it was just a matter of time ...

"Next - your legs. Did you ask me about them? I would tie your legs for good, at least your ankles, knees and thighs, so that you could not kick and try to escape. And they are really beautiful along," - I grinned, "Like any kidnapper who appreciates female beauty, I simply cannot get past them and I would have to tie them up."

"And what about the gag?" it seems that she was inflamed in earnest too. "What kind of gag would it be? Would you tape my mouth up? Would you use a cleave one? Or a rubber ball on a strap?"

“A ball gag would be perfect,” I said dreamily. "Too bad I don't have it. I didn't prepare for the kidnapping. So I have to use a simple tape."

"Oh, maybe I have one," suddenly she put her hand under the mattress and took out a ball gag. I looked at it in surprise - it was really a rubber ball of bright red color on a black leather strap. Specially for gagging mouths. And the thing was lying under the mattress of her, and she was now waving it in front of me, looking at me with a sly squint.

"Where did you ..." I muttered in embarrassment.

“Oh, just found it in my purse,” she winked. “Since it is so conveniently at hand, maybe we should play some game with kidnapping?”

         I fell into a stupor. The girl of my dreams, with whom I have been unrequitedly in love for so many months, invites me to do with her things which I absolutely love to do with girls! I was so unable to believe in my luck that I was not able to utter a word.

         And she seemed to find it amusing.

“I have ropes too,” she continued, biting her lip and looking invitingly at me, “a whole bag! Come on, you just told me with such inspiration how would you tie me up, and now you don’t want to?”

"Of course I want!" I exclaimed. "But ..."

"Then just imagine that you fell in love with me and I do not reciprocate, and you decided to kidnap me out of desperation."

         It was quite easy to imagine. Well, even more to say ...

"Well, if you wish ..." I said, slowly rising from the bed and hanging over her like a formidable rock."

"No," she whispered in fright, looking at me with wide eyes, "who are you? Don't come closer! I'm scared!"

         Catching my eye, she only winked at me as she continued to portray an innocent victim.

"I'll call for help!" she crawled away from me, striking out her long shapely legs. "Please don't hurt me!"

         I reached out my hand to her, feeling my insides burn with thrill. She deftly caught it and covered her mouth with my palm. I felt the delicate silkiness of the skin on her face, my heart was pounding in my chest as she grumbled through my hand like trying to call for help, looking at me with wide eyes in a haunted manner.

         My feelings were crowding me more and more, I could no longer resist. I just pressed my hand tighter to her mouth, catching myself thinking that I was seriously playing the role of a kidnapper who was trying to keep his victim in silence. But what she did next completely blew my mind - tearing my hand away from her mouth with an effort, she moved it to her throat in the blink of an eye. My fingers closed around her long, graceful neck, and I almost went crazy, feeling how hot and tender it was.

"No, please!" she pleaded, grabbing my hand but making no effort to tear it from her throat. "Why are you choking me? It hurts! Please don't! Let go of my throat, please! I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me!"

         I leaned close to her face. She breathed excitedly, looking at me, her mouth was slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Unable to resist any longer, I dug my lips into her, and she kissed me back, pressing her whole body against my and clasping me with her long graceful legs. We kissed for several minutes, unable to tear ourselves away from each other.

"Where do you keep your ropes?" I whispered in her ear, dousing her with the heat of my breath.

"Why do you need ropes?" She was still trying to play the victim, though her voice trembled with excitement.

“I'm the one asking the questions here,” I played along with all my might. “If you refuse to cooperate, you'll regret.”

"I'll tell you if you promise to let go of my throat."

"No way," I squeezed my hand a little harder. "You will tell me where the ropes are, and maybe I wouldn't choke you anymore."

"Under the bed," she said languidly, stretching out on the bed, her voice slightly hoarse with thrill. In less than a minute, I had a black shopping bag in my hand, stuffed to the brim with light brown jute rope. It seems that my beloved was really in. I wonder if anyone tied her up before me?

         Laying her on her stomach, I crossed her arms behind her back and began to secure her wrists. She twitched her shoulders slightly, as if trying to break free, although her resistance was clearly ostentatious.

"Naughty captives who misbehave have their elbows bound," I warned with my mouth dry.

"I'm not afraid of you," she answered defiantly and seemed to redouble her zeal.

         She asked for it. I took another rope and began to tie her elbows. She arched like a yoke, moaning softly in pleasure. After making sure that the knots were tied tightly enough, I sat her on the bed and began to entangle her body with rope, pulling her hands to her sides and highlighting the delicate roundness of her breathtaking figure.

“You had me so tight,” she feignedly complained, demonstrating how she allegedly struggles in ropes entwined around her whole body.

"I haven't finished yet," I winked at her. "Your legs!"

"What's with my legs?"

"Put them together and sit still while I tie them up."

"And what if I don't?" she said playfully.

"Then you're at risk to make me crazy."

"So what?" she continued to fool with me as she watched at my hands quickly wrapped the rope around her ankles, tying them together. I felt myself like having lame under my hat. Lust got into my head so much that I could no longer think of a coherent and logical answer to continue the game. I never understood how them girls manage to maintain their composure in such situations.

"Just you see," jumping to my feet, I reached for her throat again. She recoiled as if she was in fright, cautiously looking at my hand, but at the same time, as if by chance, she raised her chin, exposing her delicate, graceful neck and making it defenseless in front of me. The hint was too transparent.

         I wrapped my hand around her neck again and kissed her passionately. She pressed her bound body against me, closing her eyes in pleasure and tilting her head, my palm felt the soft skin of her defenseless throat throbbing in my hand.

“Tie my legs now,” she asked in a whisper as soon as our lips parted. "I want to feel like a real captive. As if the one who kidnapped me did everything so that I would not run away from him."

"What should I do with you after I finish tying you?" I asked, taking another coil of rope and starting to bound her knees together.

"Think of something," she smiled coquettishly. "You are the kidnapper and I am the victim. I don't have the right to vote."

         I just couldn't believe my luck. It was actually happening. What I had dreamed of for so long, suddenly began to come true one hot August evening. Having finished with her knees, I turned my attention to her thighs and, efficiently touching their soft, smooth skin, tied them too. Apparently, she had nothing against it, and even crooned invitingly and slowly, gracefully bent her chiseled legs, seducing me more and more.

"So, what now, Mr. Villain?" she asked breathlessly. “Would you put me in the trunk, bound and helpless, and take me to your lair far from the city, where no one will find me?”

"Great idea," I replied. But first, I have to make sure you don't make me any trouble."

         With these words, I waved a red rubber ball on a strap in front of her. Providing me a maddening look while smiling devilishly, she opened her mouth, and I rewarded her with a gag, which she bit down, closing her lips around the ball. Fastening the strap around the back of her head, I took a few steps back to admire my work. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, my hands were shaking like they were in a tremor, and I felt unimaginably tight in my pants. In front of me there was a girl of my dreams sitting on her bed, wearing short shorts and a thin white shirt, all tightly bound and gagged. What is most important, she was bound by me, it were my own hands that touched her beautiful body, touched her while I secured her with ropes. And the languid gaze of her eyes was fixed directly on me.

         Unable to resist any longer, I went up to her and picked her up in my arms. She clung to me, looking straight into my eyes and as if urging me not to stop. She wanted to experience the thrill of being tied up and helpless damsel in distress, giving herself to the hands of a formidable kidnapper. I don’t know if she fell in love with me or her feelings were fleeting, caused by anticipation and excitement, but one thing I know for sure - I will do everything to give her what she wants.

         Ah! But that's another story to be told.

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         Well, to be honest, I don't remember how exactly we met. I can only say that this happened two years ago, and the reason was the penchant for one musical group - too famous to name it. At first, we communicated only on the Internet, and not very actively, I would even say infrequently. But even then, looking at her photos on the avatar and in her profile, I felt that there was something unusual in her. Of course, she was slender, refined, incredibly beautiful, stirred up some warm, long-forgotten feelings in my chest ... but the main thing was her eyes, which - yeah, how original! - literally drove me crazy.

         In this mode, the first year of our communication passed. Once in the spring I got two free tickets to an extraordinary music show. Oddly enough, none of my friends who love these kinds of events could go. My best friend lived in another city at the time, a colleague planned to spend a day off at his country house, and I didn’t want to see some of my acquaintances at all, although I understood that they would be delighted to go to this show like children. "Maybe we should take a chance?" an inner voice whispered. “Yeah, yeah,” I replied skeptically. “We don’t even know if she listens to such things. Maybe she’ll just kick me to the curb.” But my inner voice kept annoying me, becoming more and more persistent. Come on, is it that hard for you? The pass drops out. If no - then no. It is better to try once and fail than not to try and then torment yourself with misery over a missed opportunity. Maybe you want to invite that fool who has been tailing you since school days?

         So I did it.

         What surprised me to the bone is the fact that she suddenly agreed. This drove me into a kind of stupor, because I was absolutely sure that my plan wouldn't work out alright. But there was nothing left to do - I had to prepare myself for the fact that in two days I would meet a girl, at the thought of which, I felt strangely warm somewhere inside. She was a bit late for the meeting, but I was ready to forgive her everything - she turned out to be even more beautiful live than in the photographs. We took our seats waiting for the show and cheerfully spoke for an hour about everything, and with such ease, as if we had known each other for many years. She turned out to be a very pleasant conversationalist. At the end of the show, I walked her home - she warmly thanked for a wonderful evening and ran away to the apartment, and I ... well, I felt that I had fallen in love really hard.

         After that I tried to date her more than once - she accepted my offers rather far from always, which painfully stabbed me in the chest like a rapier, because if I were interesting to her as well as she was to me, she would try to find an opportunity to meet me too. However, a couple of times we saw each other, walked along the embankment and talked - just as cheerfully and as the first time. She talked a lot about herself, and it was clear that she really began to like my company. Soon, she started to write more often, sent all sorts of funny videos on Instagram, and later invite me to walk around the city, to go to the cinema, to a concert or to somewhere else. This, of course, made me incredibly happy, but I could not help but feel that she saw me only as a friend - just an ordinary friend who has no chance for anything more than a grateful kiss on his cheek if he is unbelievably lucky. And this was the other side of the coin called "Communication with a girl who drives you crazy." Just try to imagine my whole summer.

         On that hot August day we arranged meeting in the city center to go for a walk as usual, when she deal with her problems - she submitted some documents for a new external passport, as far as I remember. Unfortunately, by the designated time which was around two o'clock in the afternoon she was still busy. I texted her a couple more times, but I always received a response, you know, I'm still busy, maybe later. And at the very moment when I almost lost my hope and was seriously considering to devote the rest of the day to cleaning, she finally wrote to me by her own. Said that she had called a taxi to go home. She submitted the documents, but all the bureaucracy coupled with a long wait exhausted her so much that she had absolutely no strength left to go anywhere. Although I was disappointed, I did not show it - I simply wished her a good rest and was about to start the Great Cleaning, when suddenly another message lighted up my screen.

         "Come to me if you wish".

         It took me about five minutes just to recover myself from the stupor. I was rereading this simple phrase, unable to believe that I was not dreaming. Is the girl of my dreams inviting me to visit her? Was she just bored and wanted to talk? Or maybe all the time I misunderstood her, and she really feels something for me? One way or another, I could not refuse such an offer, and therefore, still not believing my luck, I jumped into my faithful Chevrolet Cobalt and rushed towards my dream.

"Just a second, I'm coming!" the voice came from inside her flat after I pressed the bell-push. My heart almost jumped out of my chest with anticipation - does it really happen and I'm going to see how the girl I'm in love with lives? I still hoped from the bottom of my heart that she had set it up on purpose, because she had long dreamed of confessing her feelings to me - although, of course, I understood perfectly well that dreams are just dreams and remain nothing more than dreams.

         When the door opened, my breath hitched and my jaw seemed to drop. My love met me with a friendly smile, her long silky hair fell on her narrow graceful shoulders, and her neat make-up clearly showed that she had returned home not so long ago. But what is important, she met me very nicely in a coquettishly half-unbuttoned white shirt made of thin cotton and short - very short! - denim shorts. Oh, those shorts... did I already say that the summer was very hot this year? Sometimes, when we were walking, she put them on, shamelessly scoffed at me without even knowing it, because she opened up an unprecedented view of her long, slender naked legs. My God, I could stare at them forever! Which is exactly what I was doing while she doesn't notice. And now I had the opportunity to stare not only at them, but also at her body - graceful, delicate, fragile, like a sculpture of an ancient master, although her shirt was unbuttoned quite a bit, I could not help but notice that there was nothing under it.

         I sincerely hope that my emotions didn't show on my face. Well yeah... who am I kidding.

"Come in," winking at me, she turned gracefully and walked further into her apartment. And thanks again to her shorts - they provided me a good look at her half-covered elastic ass. To be honest, even if I could look away, I wouldn't even try.

         Only after my beautiful nymph disappeared into the next room, I was able to throw a better look at her home. Her apartment was far from poor - high-quality double-glazed windows, a wide wooden bed and satin bed linen, chic wardrobes with full-length mirrors, crystal chandeliers, a wide-screen TV ... not that these things were not familiar to me, but the splendor of the interiors surprised me a little. I have to admit her great taste.

"Black or green?" she asked me as she peered out of the kitchen, "or maybe coffee?"

“Well, I don’t know, I’m not used to being picky about such matters,” I answered with some embarrassment, “I'm rather omnivore, you know.”

"Sure," she smiled. "But you need to make a choice."

“Well, let it be green then,” I decided. I always liked tea more than coffee, and the green tea is better for your health.

"Then suit yourself! I hope you have nothing against some cream cakes?"

         Here is the service! Actually, I was a hospitable host too, but for some reason I was always embarrassed when others started caring for me. I sat on the corner couch at the table, trying to do my best and avoid staring at this incredible beauty, dressed only in an half-unbuttoned white cotton shirt and short denim shorts. To be honest, I was really failing the test. I would even say, I failed it completely. Her outfit left very little scope for imagination, and I sincerely hoped that she did not notice my enthusiastic gaze wandering over her magnificent figure. Even though I lusted after her, I knew that my confession would likely scare or alienate her, and I didn't want to risk our friendship at all. After all, what else could I do? If I couldn't be with her, at least let me be as close as I can.

"So what's with your documents?" I asked to distract myself from the thoughts that weighed on me. She settled herself comfortably, involuntarily opening up an excellent view of her slender and graceful body to me, and began to talk. We drank tea, ate cakes, laughed and talked - the most relaxed atmosphere reigned between us. I was even a little embarrassed that I fell for this girl, because we were really good friends and we both felt it. On the other hand, looking at her in this relaxed home environment, so friendly, a bit naked, beautiful and homely sweet, I did not understand how does it possible to avoid falling in love with her. She was wonderful. I involuntarily admired her, the features of her face, the outlines of her figure, her relaxed postures, and even her every word aroused real delight in me. She spoke to me. She paid attention to me. And that was the most important thing in the world.

         When we finished, she invited me into the bedroom to continue our conversation. And, of course, she sat down on her wide bed, stretching out her long slender legs and leaning her back on the pillow. She invited me to sit next to her - "Go ahead, you're an insider, you know." But she had no idea what I was feeling at that moment. Soon our conversation turned to crime movies and TV shows, and we even started to watch the movie "The Disappearance of Alice Creed". She even watched it with some interest, but I found it rather ridiculous and boring. All the time I did not stop stealing glances at her. She often changed her positions, laying on her side, propping her head with her hand, got on her knees, stretched her legs, and I was forced to look at all this and drool, making inhuman efforts of will not to reach out my hand to her and not to stroke her slender, beautiful body. I have to give myself a proper respect - I did a great job. But on that memorable day when I invited her to that music show, I could not even imagine that one day I would be sitting with her, half-naked, in her house and on her bed. The only pity is that we were not doing things I would really like.

"I wonder what would happen if someone kidnapped me?" my black-haired beauty suddenly said. I almost jumped in surprise, while I had been staring at the screen with a dull look before.

"What?" I asked in utter disbelief.

"Are you deaf?" she snarled jokingly and laughed as she leaned back on the pillow, clutching the head of the bed with her arms and bending her knees, then she added: "Just imagine: I’m walking down the street in the evening, I'm alone, no one around, it’s already dark ... suddenly some car drives by, people in masks jump out of it, they grab me, clamp my mouth shut, put me in the trunk and take me away in an unknown direction ..."

         Was it just me or did I hear the dreaminess in her voice? Like she... wanted it?

"Why?" I only forced myself to say, discouraged by her flight of fancy. I tried not to show how it actually excites me - the thoughts of kidnapped and bound girls often thrilled my mind, and, of course, I also imagined my beloved one in such position more than once. It would be great to come and save her, beat up all the bad guys and take her with me, while she scared and defenseless, but grateful for being her hero...

"Dunno," now it was her who ripped me out of my dreams, " maybe for ransom. Or it's just some secret admirer who decides to impress me in such an unusual way... Hey, you think I'm not good enough for being kidnapped or what?"

"No, no!" I hastily assured her, feeling that I breaks sweat from excitement and thrill. "You're good enough for everything, don't even doubt it.

"Really?" suddenly she carefully looked at me. "Would you kidnap me then?"

         I stared at her with my eyes opened wide. Blood rushed to my head, my mouth became dry, my heart was pounding like hammer. I wanted to shout "Yes, damn it, I would have kidnapped you, taken you so far away that no one would have ever found you, and you would only be mine from now on and forever!", But I could not. My natural habit of concealing my fantasies deep in me did not allow me to do this.

"Well ... yeah," I murmured, adverting my gaze.

"What would you do?" Her eyes lit up with excitement, "Let's imagine you are a kidnapper. You are driving your car late at night and suddenly you notice me walking along the side of the road, and there is not a single soul around. Would you kidnap me?"

Ugh ... well ..."

"Does it yes or no?" devils danced in her eyes, she was obviously amused by these questions, as well as by my reaction.

"Yes, I do", I gave it up, trying to calm the trembling in my hands and give my voice confidence, although I was just burning with excitement inside me. I hope she didn't notice my monstrous erection ...

"And what would you do with me?" she asked with a sly smile. "Would you put me to sleep with chloroform? Or would you just shut my mouth and drag me into your car?"

“Chloroform would be more reliable,” I said, trying not to stutter like a proper Charlie. "Besides, you would probably struggle."

“Of course, I would,” she assured, still smiling. "And would you tie me up then?"

         Here we are, another fetish of mine. It seems that my joint would now make a hole in my pants without the consent of the foreman, which means me.

"Sure," I nodded, swallowing. - What if you wake up while I'm on my way?"

"And how would you tie me up?"

"Well ..." I croaked, trying to cope with the excitement surging over me. "I'd tie your hands together ..."

"In front or behind my back?" she interrupted.

"Behind your back. It's more reliable.

"And my legs?"

"Wait, wait, let's keep an order," I decided to take matters into my own hands, if she wants a detailed description of her kidnapping - she will get it, “First, I would jump out of the car right behind you, grab you and cover your mouth with a rag soaked in chloroform."

"Okay," she whispered holding her breath. Or was it just me?

“Then I would quickly put you in the back seat of my car, sit next to you and start to tie you up. First, I would secure your wrists behind your back, and then your elbows."

"Even so," she looked at me with a mixture of surprise and... an approval?

"Then I would tie a loop around your waist, under your chest and above it - in general, I would restrain your movements as much as possible so that you could not even move when you came to your senses."

"Next," she demanded, clearly excited by my responses. Looks like I hit the jackpot! Now it was just a matter of time ...

"Next - your legs. Did you ask me about them? I would tie your legs for good, at least your ankles, knees and thighs, so that you could not kick and try to escape. And they are really beautiful along," - I grinned, "Like any kidnapper who appreciates female beauty, I simply cannot get past them and I would have to tie them up."

"And what about the gag?" it seems that she was inflamed in earnest too. "What kind of gag would it be? Would you tape my mouth up? Would you use a cleave one? Or a rubber ball on a strap?"

“A ball gag would be perfect,” I said dreamily. "Too bad I don't have it. I didn't prepare for the kidnapping. So I have to use a simple tape."

"Oh, maybe I have one," suddenly she put her hand under the mattress and took out a ball gag. I looked at it in surprise - it was really a rubber ball of bright red color on a black leather strap. Specially for gagging mouths. And the thing was lying under the mattress of her, and she was now waving it in front of me, looking at me with a sly squint.

"Where did you ..." I muttered in embarrassment.

“Oh, just found it in my purse,” she winked. “Since it is so conveniently at hand, maybe we should play some game with kidnapping?”

         I fell into a stupor. The girl of my dreams, with whom I have been unrequitedly in love for so many months, invites me to do with her things which I absolutely love to do with girls! I was so unable to believe in my luck that I was not able to utter a word.

         And she seemed to find it amusing.

“I have ropes too,” she continued, biting her lip and looking invitingly at me, “a whole bag! Come on, you just told me with such inspiration how would you tie me up, and now you don’t want to?”

"Of course I want!" I exclaimed. "But ..."

"Then just imagine that you fell in love with me and I do not reciprocate, and you decided to kidnap me out of desperation."

         It was quite easy to imagine. Well, even more to say ...

"Well, if you wish ..." I said, slowly rising from the bed and hanging over her like a formidable rock."

"No," she whispered in fright, looking at me with wide eyes, "who are you? Don't come closer! I'm scared!"

         Catching my eye, she only winked at me as she continued to portray an innocent victim.

"I'll call for help!" she crawled away from me, striking out her long shapely legs. "Please don't hurt me!"

         I reached out my hand to her, feeling my insides burn with thrill. She deftly caught it and covered her mouth with my palm. I felt the delicate silkiness of the skin on her face, my heart was pounding in my chest as she grumbled through my hand like trying to call for help, looking at me with wide eyes in a haunted manner.

         My feelings were crowding me more and more, I could no longer resist. I just pressed my hand tighter to her mouth, catching myself thinking that I was seriously playing the role of a kidnapper who was trying to keep his victim in silence. But what she did next completely blew my mind - tearing my hand away from her mouth with an effort, she moved it to her throat in the blink of an eye. My fingers closed around her long, graceful neck, and I almost went crazy, feeling how hot and tender it was.

"No, please!" she pleaded, grabbing my hand but making no effort to tear it from her throat. "Why are you choking me? It hurts! Please don't! Let go of my throat, please! I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt me!"

         I leaned close to her face. She breathed excitedly, looking at me, her mouth was slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell rapidly. Unable to resist any longer, I dug my lips into her, and she kissed me back, pressing her whole body against my and clasping me with her long graceful legs. We kissed for several minutes, unable to tear ourselves away from each other.

"Where do you keep your ropes?" I whispered in her ear, dousing her with the heat of my breath.

"Why do you need ropes?" She was still trying to play the victim, though her voice trembled with excitement.

“I'm the one asking the questions here,” I played along with all my might. “If you refuse to cooperate, you'll regret.”

"I'll tell you if you promise to let go of my throat."

"No way," I squeezed my hand a little harder. "You will tell me where the ropes are, and maybe I wouldn't choke you anymore."

"Under the bed," she said languidly, stretching out on the bed, her voice slightly hoarse with thrill. In less than a minute, I had a black shopping bag in my hand, stuffed to the brim with light brown jute rope. It seems that my beloved was really in. I wonder if anyone tied her up before me?

         Laying her on her stomach, I crossed her arms behind her back and began to secure her wrists. She twitched her shoulders slightly, as if trying to break free, although her resistance was clearly ostentatious.

"Naughty captives who misbehave have their elbows bound," I warned with my mouth dry.

"I'm not afraid of you," she answered defiantly and seemed to redouble her zeal.

         She asked for it. I took another rope and began to tie her elbows. She arched like a yoke, moaning softly in pleasure. After making sure that the knots were tied tightly enough, I sat her on the bed and began to entangle her body with rope, pulling her hands to her sides and highlighting the delicate roundness of her breathtaking figure.

“You had me so tight,” she feignedly complained, demonstrating how she allegedly struggles in ropes entwined around her whole body.

"I haven't finished yet," I winked at her. "Your legs!"

"What's with my legs?"

"Put them together and sit still while I tie them up."

"And what if I don't?" she said playfully.

"Then you're at risk to make me crazy."

"So what?" she continued to fool with me as she watched at my hands quickly wrapped the rope around her ankles, tying them together. I felt myself like having lame under my hat. Lust got into my head so much that I could no longer think of a coherent and logical answer to continue the game. I never understood how them girls manage to maintain their composure in such situations.

"Just you see," jumping to my feet, I reached for her throat again. She recoiled as if she was in fright, cautiously looking at my hand, but at the same time, as if by chance, she raised her chin, exposing her delicate, graceful neck and making it defenseless in front of me. The hint was too transparent.

         I wrapped my hand around her neck again and kissed her passionately. She pressed her bound body against me, closing her eyes in pleasure and tilting her head, my palm felt the soft skin of her defenseless throat throbbing in my hand.

“Tie my legs now,” she asked in a whisper as soon as our lips parted. "I want to feel like a real captive. As if the one who kidnapped me did everything so that I would not run away from him."

"What should I do with you after I finish tying you?" I asked, taking another coil of rope and starting to bound her knees together.

"Think of something," she smiled coquettishly. "You are the kidnapper and I am the victim. I don't have the right to vote."

         I just couldn't believe my luck. It was actually happening. What I had dreamed of for so long, suddenly began to come true one hot August evening. Having finished with her knees, I turned my attention to her thighs and, efficiently touching their soft, smooth skin, tied them too. Apparently, she had nothing against it, and even crooned invitingly and slowly, gracefully bent her chiseled legs, seducing me more and more.

"So, what now, Mr. Villain?" she asked breathlessly. “Would you put me in the trunk, bound and helpless, and take me to your lair far from the city, where no one will find me?”

"Great idea," I replied. But first, I have to make sure you don't make me any trouble."

         With these words, I waved a red rubber ball on a strap in front of her. Providing me a maddening look while smiling devilishly, she opened her mouth, and I rewarded her with a gag, which she bit down, closing her lips around the ball. Fastening the strap around the back of her head, I took a few steps back to admire my work. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, my hands were shaking like they were in a tremor, and I felt unimaginably tight in my pants. In front of me there was a girl of my dreams sitting on her bed, wearing short shorts and a thin white shirt, all tightly bound and gagged. What is most important, she was bound by me, it were my own hands that touched her beautiful body, touched her while I secured her with ropes. And the languid gaze of her eyes was fixed directly on me.

         Unable to resist any longer, I went up to her and picked her up in my arms. She clung to me, looking straight into my eyes and as if urging me not to stop. She wanted to experience the thrill of being tied up and helpless damsel in distress, giving herself to the hands of a formidable kidnapper. I don’t know if she fell in love with me or her feelings were fleeting, caused by anticipation and excitement, but one thing I know for sure - I will do everything to give her what she wants.

         Ah! But that's another story to be told.