Roadtrip Of Dreams (M/F) Chapter 14 Added (11/04)
Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2022 6:15 pm
It's been only three weeks since I started writing my first story, but many ideas have been knocking on my head. This story would be continued along with my other story, I will be alternating around them to keep myself engaged.
You guys have posted comments on my other story, let me know what you think of this one too.
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------------------------------Roadtrip Of Dreams-------------------------------------
The Airbus A-220 was gliding across a clear sky, when I woke up from my nap. I dozed off soon after boarding the flight at New York. As a 39 year old writer/travel blogger, I traveled a lot and it meant catching up on sleep while on the plane. The A-220 was a small plane, it had a typical seating arrangement of two seats on the left and three on the right. I was on the left side, by the window. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed we were close to Chicago, where I was supposed to land. A faint scent of lavender made me look to the left, where I noticed a young, bronze skinned woman sitting next to me, her back resting against the seat and face turned towards me. A black sleeping mask covered her eyes, she seemed to be sleeping as she didn't move much.
‘She smells nice.’ I thought to myself, looking at the sleeping beauty.
She was good looking, even with the black sleeping mask covering her eyes. A black t-shirt covered her full set of breasts, ankle length blue jeans covered her bottom. Her brownish, black hair in a ponytail. I imagined her eyes must be beautiful too and wondered what color they would be. The young woman had full, pillowy lips, which were parted slightly as she slept. Seeing her covered eyes reminded me of my fetish for bondage and tugs. I took out my ipad from the pouch I had stored it in and visited one of my favorite websites, the tugstories.com.
‘There are some new chapters added by my favorite authors. Slackywacky and Greylord all on the same day. Lucky me!’
I begin to read one of the stories, engrossed deeply into the world created by the authors. Bondage had been something which I have always enjoyed, ever since I was a teenager. It started by watching some cheesy scenes on the television, games with my cousins and eventually with ex girlfriends and so on. Looking at women, bound and gagged always fascinated me and it was at the top of my fantasies. My love for bondage remained strong through the years as I explored and evolved my fantasies.
“What are you reading? Looks different.” A voice said, it startled me.
Turning to my left, I noticed the sleeping woman had woken up. The black sleeping mask rested on her forehead now, her beautiful and expressive brown eyes looking at me.
“Sorry for peeping, I had just woken up and your screen was too bright and I couldn’t help but look.” She said. “I am Pooja, Pooja Khatri.”
Her accent sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“I am coming from India.” She said, noticing me thinking.
“James Harper, sorry for the high brightness. I probably need reading glasses.” I joked, apologizing to her feeling embarrassed, due to the nature of content I was reading.
“So, tugstories? What kind of stories are they?” She asked, pulling off the sleeping mask from her forehead, placing it in her beige handbag.
“Huh.. It is short for tie up games.”
“Tie up games?”
“Yeah, they have stories where people get tied up for fun.” I said, it was awkward to explain this to someone new.
“Never heard of them, are they good?” Pooja asked, she wasn’t perplexed by the idea of it.
“Depends on the reader, it is an acquired taste. I find them enjoyable.”
“I forgot to pack my kindle, I can give this a try. Any story you would recommend to start me off?” She asked, taking out her iphone and visiting the site using the airplane’s in house wifi.
This caught me off guard, there were a lot of good stories and I wasn’t sure what to recommend to her. I wanted to recommend a good story, which might even get her interested in tugs and bondage. Realizing she was new to the country, one story came to the top of my mind.
“Read Hitchiker, by Slackywacky. It is fun.” I suggested.
The Indian beauty nodded, turning her attention to the new found site and story in her phone. I was curious, wondering what she might think or say after reading the story.
I finished reading the stories I had intended to and started to listen to some music from the airplane headphones. Half an hour passed and we were interrupted by the airhostess asking us to put on our seatbelts, the plane was landing soon.
“It is an interesting story, very different from what I read.” Pooja said, buckling her seatbelt. “It is nice.”
“Glad you are liking it, it is one of my favorite stories.”
“I hope you are not like Jack, treating your wife or girlfriend like he treats Elsa.” She said, referring to the characters from the story, based on the few chapters she had read so far.
I laughed and shrugged. “I think not, I am single.”
Our conversation then moved away from the topic, when the pilot informed us we were about to land. Pooja told me she had just completed her degree in Sociology in India. She was visiting the United States to attend her cousin’s wedding in California.
“Why are you heading to Chicago now?” I asked.
Pooja explained she had flown from Mumbai and would meet her parents at Chicago who were flying from Delhi. The wedding wasn’t until the next week and they had planned to do some touristy stuff by visiting some major landmarks and attractions until then.
“What about you?” She enquired.
“I am from New York, I am a travel blogger who visits different places and writes up things to do around those places. Basically I work for myself, I have my own website and social networks.” I explained.
“That sounds like a dream job, I wish I could do the same.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“My parents want me to do a master’s degree and then decide what to do. Don’t ask why, Indian parents are typically like that.” She said, shaking her head.
“Maybe you should join me instead of your parents, on this trip.” I suggest, playfully of course.
Pooja chuckled, thanking me for the offer, but politely declined it as the plane touched down at the Chicago O’Hare International airport. The plane soon came to a stop and people started to stand and deboard the plane one by one. I get my backpack and stand in the line along with Pooja as we get off the plane. Pooja seemed to be about 5’6 tall, her white sneakers didn’t have any kind of heels to them, meanwhile I was towering behind her at 6’0. I was dressed casually, a light blue shirt, black jeans and brown Doc Martens boots on my feet.
“Is the airport always this crowded?”
“It is one of the busiest airports, but I think it is extra crowded today due to Rihanna’s concert tomorrow in the city.” I told her.
Pooja had already completed immigration when she arrived in New York. We were making our way through the sea of people when I lost sight of her. We were separated by the crowd and I couldn’t find her. I felt a little sad as we didn’t manage to say goodbye. Cursing the timing of the concert, I made my way to the baggage claim, collected my one large suitcase and headed out of the terminal, to the rental spot.
‘I can’t believe it is this crowded today, a lot of people seem to be flying here to attend the concert.’ I think to myself, making my way to the rental office, which was crowded too.
Thankfully, I had booked my vehicle in advance. It was a class B camper van, I had planned to write an article on some of the best road trips you can take and decided to try out the authentic experience, with a proper camper van. My plan was to travel from Chicago to a far away destination, exploring the different places on the way in my journey. It was going to be vacation and work clubbed together in one package.
A friendly worker from the rental led me to the camper van, the RV was a thing of beauty. It was a Thor motorcoach, about 21 feet in length with a rear bedroom, dinette and a wet bath. I thanked him after taking the keys and entered the van. On entry, the dinette was located with a small table and two cushioned chairs. On the left there was a micro kitchen complete with a single door refrigerator, two burner glass gas cooktop with glass cover. It also had a stainless steel single bowl sink with cover and single handle kitchen faucet. The motorhome had a nice vinyl flooring, smoke, lpg and carbon monoxide detectors. A small bathroom was located after the kitchen and a pull out bed at the end of the van, with tinted opening windows on either side.
Two extra cushioned swivel chairs were located in the front of the RV for the driver and a co-passenger. It was a perfect motorhome for my road trip, it could accommodate another person if needed.
‘This is such a sweet ride, got a good deal too.’ I think to myself, impressed with the camper van.
After doing a couple of checks to make sure everything was in place, I placed my suitcase in the small wardrobe at the back. Happy with things, I sit down before the steering wheel, start the van and begin to drive out of the rental spot. The van had barely traveled a few hundred yards, when I noticed someone familiar standing by the taxi waiting area. It was Pooja. She was standing in a very long queue, looking miserable. I stopped the van next to the queue, lowering the windows.
“Hey Pooja, I lost you back there.”
Pooja looked up and saw me sitting inside the motorhome. She gave me a faint smile and waved, looking at the long queue ahead of her. I could sense something was wrong, she was more cheerful and smiling when we were talking back on the plane.
“Looks like a long queue, I could give you a lift. Come on.” I said, calling her over, figuring I could drop her on my way.
The young Indian woman thought about my offer, she agreed to it after taking one more look at the long, mad queue. She walked over quickly to the van, without any bags in her hand. Pooja climbed inside, taking a moment to admire the beautiful interior of the motorhome.
“Thanks, I am in a big mess.” She said, sitting down on the chair next to me.
“What happened?”
She let out a big sigh and told me the unfortunate events that befell her after I had lost sight of her inside the airport. The airline had lost all her checked in bags and they could only find and deliver the lost bags, a couple of days from today. On top of this, her parents had called up to inform that they had to cancel their flight this week, due to her uncle having a medical emergency. They had rescheduled their flight closer to the wedding and directly near the venue. She came out of the airport planning to book a hotel while waiting in the taxi line, but all the major hotels were full in the city due to the concert. She was looking at some Airbnb next, when she realized she had left her handbag in the airplane and only had her mobile with her.
This meant Pooja was in a new country, alone without her handbag, wallet, bags and a place to stay. She was feeling very miserable after bad news came one on top of the other.
“Oh dear, I am sorry to hear all that.” I said, after listening patiently, feeling sorry for her.
“The wedding is in California right?” I then asked.
She nodded.
“I have rented this motorhome for a solo road trip, I wouldn’t mind having my final destination set to California, if you join me.” I said, looking at her. I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked. It would be a nice company.
Pooja looked at me, having previously rejected my playful offer earlier in the plane. She was giving it a thought, probably weighing the pros and cons. She didn’t have much choice either, since she didn't know anyone else living nearby.
“Are you sure, it won’t mess your plans?” She asked.
“Yeah, I am sure. I didn't plan anything out, other than choosing a random destination to travel. I wanted to experience a spontaneous road trip for my article and blog.” I said.
“Okay, Thanks. I hope you won’t end up tying me up like those stories you read on that website.” She said, grinning. She had this cute, mischievous smile whenever she joked.
I laughed. “Don’t give me ideas, I hadn’t thought about that.”
She laughed along with me, I admired her pretty face, getting dirty thoughts about the young, beautiful Indian woman bound and gagged in the RV. Shaking off the thoughts, I begin to drive once more leaving the airport for good.
“We need to fuel the van. The rental only came with minimum fuel to start with.”
“Okay, would you mind if I looked around behind?” She asked. “It is a beautiful motorhome and I haven’t been in one before.
“Sure, feel free.”
My mobile was set up next to the wheel, with google maps switched on. I was driving towards the nearest gas station, still thinking about the route I might want to take to reach California. I made a mental note to ask, which place in California after a while. There wasn’t much traffic while heading out of the city, most of the traffic was towards the city due to the concert happening tomorrow.
“Did you bring these ropes?” I heard Pooja, standing behind me with a long bunch of white nylon ropes in her hand, arms folded.
Looking at her and the ropes, through the rearview mirror, I shook my head. “No, where did you find it?”
“In one of those cabinets at the back, it was next to a toolbox.”
“Hmm, maybe the rental was thoughtful enough to place them for camping.” I answered shrugging.
Pooja’s demoneur relaxed on hearing that. “Have you tied anyone before?” She asked.
“Huh… Yeah, some cousins, a couple of ex-girlfriends.” I said, truthfully.
She was surprised to hear that as she sat down on her seat, placing the ropes on her lap. I glanced towards her, noticing there must be about 12 feet of rope on her lap.
“Wow, I didn't expect that. I thought you just read kinky stories.” The Indian beauty said, looking at me.
“Well you know now, don’t worry I am not a pervert or anything. It was all consensual.” I said.
Pooja nodded. “So those women just let you tie them up, why?” She asked.
“For fun, they enjoyed feeling helpless and in someone’s control. It is quite liberating if done correctly.”
“That’s an interesting perspective, these things are quite taboo in my country. Never got much chance to learn about it.” Pooja said, a curious look on her face.
“That’s a shame, I bet you would look good in bondage. It helps you relax too, especially after a tough day like today.” I said, winking.
Pooja laughed, realizing what I was trying. “Are you trying to get me tied up?” She asked, grinning.
“Only if you want to try. A gas station is coming up. I can stop outside that, tie you with the ropes you found and drive in to fuel the van. I will untie you once the tank is filled.” I tried to sound casual as possible.
Pooja raised her eyebrow, having heard my suggestion. She thought about it for a moment and then said, “I would have told no under any other circumstance, but since you were kind enough to help me, I am willing to give it a try.”
That surprised me, I had only suggested it randomly thinking it would be rejected right off the bat, but she surprised me. I was beginning to like this girl more.
“Great, let me stop the van.” I said, driving the van into the gas station, but stopped at the front.
I turn around in the swivel chair, taking the ropes from Pooja and head to the back. “I will tie you at the back, you would be comfortable on the bed.”
Pooja followed me, she looked a little apprehensive, but also curious. I had pulled out the pull out bed, it was decent sized and could sleep two people if they were sleeping close together. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me, while I took a knife from the tool box and cut the ropes into two halves.
“Why are you cutting it?”
“To tie your hands and feet. Put your hands behind the back”
Pooja looked at me and nodded, placing her slender hands behind her back. I sat next to her on the bed, the familiar lavender scent filled my nose as I started to wrap one piece of rope around her wrists a few times and cinch the knots away from her fingers. The white rope contrasted her bronze skin nicely. She gave her bound wrists a wriggle, while I got off the bed and kneeled on the floor, indicating her to place her feet together.
“Should my sneakers be removed?” She asked.
“Not needed, for now at least.” I said smiling.
I then looped the last piece of rope around her ankles, just under her blue jeans, making sure the knots were tied behind. This was the maximum I could do with two pieces of rope as I stood up and looked at her. I wondered if I should gag her or would it be too much for her first time. Pooja was testing out the bonds, moving her bound wrists behind, while shaking her bound feet. She seemed calm and didn’t look worried, which was a good sign for me.
“Alright, this isn’t much but try to see how it feels. I will come back for you after refueling.” I said, closing the curtain present in front of the bed, heading to the wheel and park the van near the gas pump.
Pooja’s shadow could be seen through the translucent curtain as she tried to wriggle her bound wrists. Smiling, I got down from the RV to fuel it. I was hoping she would get curious about this while I filled the van’s tank. If things go well, this would be a dream road trip!
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------------------------------Roadtrip Of Dreams-------------------------------------
The Airbus A-220 was gliding across a clear sky, when I woke up from my nap. I dozed off soon after boarding the flight at New York. As a 39 year old writer/travel blogger, I traveled a lot and it meant catching up on sleep while on the plane. The A-220 was a small plane, it had a typical seating arrangement of two seats on the left and three on the right. I was on the left side, by the window. Rubbing my eyes, I noticed we were close to Chicago, where I was supposed to land. A faint scent of lavender made me look to the left, where I noticed a young, bronze skinned woman sitting next to me, her back resting against the seat and face turned towards me. A black sleeping mask covered her eyes, she seemed to be sleeping as she didn't move much.
‘She smells nice.’ I thought to myself, looking at the sleeping beauty.
She was good looking, even with the black sleeping mask covering her eyes. A black t-shirt covered her full set of breasts, ankle length blue jeans covered her bottom. Her brownish, black hair in a ponytail. I imagined her eyes must be beautiful too and wondered what color they would be. The young woman had full, pillowy lips, which were parted slightly as she slept. Seeing her covered eyes reminded me of my fetish for bondage and tugs. I took out my ipad from the pouch I had stored it in and visited one of my favorite websites, the tugstories.com.
‘There are some new chapters added by my favorite authors. Slackywacky and Greylord all on the same day. Lucky me!’
I begin to read one of the stories, engrossed deeply into the world created by the authors. Bondage had been something which I have always enjoyed, ever since I was a teenager. It started by watching some cheesy scenes on the television, games with my cousins and eventually with ex girlfriends and so on. Looking at women, bound and gagged always fascinated me and it was at the top of my fantasies. My love for bondage remained strong through the years as I explored and evolved my fantasies.
“What are you reading? Looks different.” A voice said, it startled me.
Turning to my left, I noticed the sleeping woman had woken up. The black sleeping mask rested on her forehead now, her beautiful and expressive brown eyes looking at me.
“Sorry for peeping, I had just woken up and your screen was too bright and I couldn’t help but look.” She said. “I am Pooja, Pooja Khatri.”
Her accent sounded familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place it.
“I am coming from India.” She said, noticing me thinking.
“James Harper, sorry for the high brightness. I probably need reading glasses.” I joked, apologizing to her feeling embarrassed, due to the nature of content I was reading.
“So, tugstories? What kind of stories are they?” She asked, pulling off the sleeping mask from her forehead, placing it in her beige handbag.
“Huh.. It is short for tie up games.”
“Tie up games?”
“Yeah, they have stories where people get tied up for fun.” I said, it was awkward to explain this to someone new.
“Never heard of them, are they good?” Pooja asked, she wasn’t perplexed by the idea of it.
“Depends on the reader, it is an acquired taste. I find them enjoyable.”
“I forgot to pack my kindle, I can give this a try. Any story you would recommend to start me off?” She asked, taking out her iphone and visiting the site using the airplane’s in house wifi.
This caught me off guard, there were a lot of good stories and I wasn’t sure what to recommend to her. I wanted to recommend a good story, which might even get her interested in tugs and bondage. Realizing she was new to the country, one story came to the top of my mind.
“Read Hitchiker, by Slackywacky. It is fun.” I suggested.
The Indian beauty nodded, turning her attention to the new found site and story in her phone. I was curious, wondering what she might think or say after reading the story.
I finished reading the stories I had intended to and started to listen to some music from the airplane headphones. Half an hour passed and we were interrupted by the airhostess asking us to put on our seatbelts, the plane was landing soon.
“It is an interesting story, very different from what I read.” Pooja said, buckling her seatbelt. “It is nice.”
“Glad you are liking it, it is one of my favorite stories.”
“I hope you are not like Jack, treating your wife or girlfriend like he treats Elsa.” She said, referring to the characters from the story, based on the few chapters she had read so far.
I laughed and shrugged. “I think not, I am single.”
Our conversation then moved away from the topic, when the pilot informed us we were about to land. Pooja told me she had just completed her degree in Sociology in India. She was visiting the United States to attend her cousin’s wedding in California.
“Why are you heading to Chicago now?” I asked.
Pooja explained she had flown from Mumbai and would meet her parents at Chicago who were flying from Delhi. The wedding wasn’t until the next week and they had planned to do some touristy stuff by visiting some major landmarks and attractions until then.
“What about you?” She enquired.
“I am from New York, I am a travel blogger who visits different places and writes up things to do around those places. Basically I work for myself, I have my own website and social networks.” I explained.
“That sounds like a dream job, I wish I could do the same.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“My parents want me to do a master’s degree and then decide what to do. Don’t ask why, Indian parents are typically like that.” She said, shaking her head.
“Maybe you should join me instead of your parents, on this trip.” I suggest, playfully of course.
Pooja chuckled, thanking me for the offer, but politely declined it as the plane touched down at the Chicago O’Hare International airport. The plane soon came to a stop and people started to stand and deboard the plane one by one. I get my backpack and stand in the line along with Pooja as we get off the plane. Pooja seemed to be about 5’6 tall, her white sneakers didn’t have any kind of heels to them, meanwhile I was towering behind her at 6’0. I was dressed casually, a light blue shirt, black jeans and brown Doc Martens boots on my feet.
“Is the airport always this crowded?”
“It is one of the busiest airports, but I think it is extra crowded today due to Rihanna’s concert tomorrow in the city.” I told her.
Pooja had already completed immigration when she arrived in New York. We were making our way through the sea of people when I lost sight of her. We were separated by the crowd and I couldn’t find her. I felt a little sad as we didn’t manage to say goodbye. Cursing the timing of the concert, I made my way to the baggage claim, collected my one large suitcase and headed out of the terminal, to the rental spot.
‘I can’t believe it is this crowded today, a lot of people seem to be flying here to attend the concert.’ I think to myself, making my way to the rental office, which was crowded too.
Thankfully, I had booked my vehicle in advance. It was a class B camper van, I had planned to write an article on some of the best road trips you can take and decided to try out the authentic experience, with a proper camper van. My plan was to travel from Chicago to a far away destination, exploring the different places on the way in my journey. It was going to be vacation and work clubbed together in one package.
A friendly worker from the rental led me to the camper van, the RV was a thing of beauty. It was a Thor motorcoach, about 21 feet in length with a rear bedroom, dinette and a wet bath. I thanked him after taking the keys and entered the van. On entry, the dinette was located with a small table and two cushioned chairs. On the left there was a micro kitchen complete with a single door refrigerator, two burner glass gas cooktop with glass cover. It also had a stainless steel single bowl sink with cover and single handle kitchen faucet. The motorhome had a nice vinyl flooring, smoke, lpg and carbon monoxide detectors. A small bathroom was located after the kitchen and a pull out bed at the end of the van, with tinted opening windows on either side.
Two extra cushioned swivel chairs were located in the front of the RV for the driver and a co-passenger. It was a perfect motorhome for my road trip, it could accommodate another person if needed.
‘This is such a sweet ride, got a good deal too.’ I think to myself, impressed with the camper van.
After doing a couple of checks to make sure everything was in place, I placed my suitcase in the small wardrobe at the back. Happy with things, I sit down before the steering wheel, start the van and begin to drive out of the rental spot. The van had barely traveled a few hundred yards, when I noticed someone familiar standing by the taxi waiting area. It was Pooja. She was standing in a very long queue, looking miserable. I stopped the van next to the queue, lowering the windows.
“Hey Pooja, I lost you back there.”
Pooja looked up and saw me sitting inside the motorhome. She gave me a faint smile and waved, looking at the long queue ahead of her. I could sense something was wrong, she was more cheerful and smiling when we were talking back on the plane.
“Looks like a long queue, I could give you a lift. Come on.” I said, calling her over, figuring I could drop her on my way.
The young Indian woman thought about my offer, she agreed to it after taking one more look at the long, mad queue. She walked over quickly to the van, without any bags in her hand. Pooja climbed inside, taking a moment to admire the beautiful interior of the motorhome.
“Thanks, I am in a big mess.” She said, sitting down on the chair next to me.
“What happened?”
She let out a big sigh and told me the unfortunate events that befell her after I had lost sight of her inside the airport. The airline had lost all her checked in bags and they could only find and deliver the lost bags, a couple of days from today. On top of this, her parents had called up to inform that they had to cancel their flight this week, due to her uncle having a medical emergency. They had rescheduled their flight closer to the wedding and directly near the venue. She came out of the airport planning to book a hotel while waiting in the taxi line, but all the major hotels were full in the city due to the concert. She was looking at some Airbnb next, when she realized she had left her handbag in the airplane and only had her mobile with her.
This meant Pooja was in a new country, alone without her handbag, wallet, bags and a place to stay. She was feeling very miserable after bad news came one on top of the other.
“Oh dear, I am sorry to hear all that.” I said, after listening patiently, feeling sorry for her.
“The wedding is in California right?” I then asked.
She nodded.
“I have rented this motorhome for a solo road trip, I wouldn’t mind having my final destination set to California, if you join me.” I said, looking at her. I couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked. It would be a nice company.
Pooja looked at me, having previously rejected my playful offer earlier in the plane. She was giving it a thought, probably weighing the pros and cons. She didn’t have much choice either, since she didn't know anyone else living nearby.
“Are you sure, it won’t mess your plans?” She asked.
“Yeah, I am sure. I didn't plan anything out, other than choosing a random destination to travel. I wanted to experience a spontaneous road trip for my article and blog.” I said.
“Okay, Thanks. I hope you won’t end up tying me up like those stories you read on that website.” She said, grinning. She had this cute, mischievous smile whenever she joked.
I laughed. “Don’t give me ideas, I hadn’t thought about that.”
She laughed along with me, I admired her pretty face, getting dirty thoughts about the young, beautiful Indian woman bound and gagged in the RV. Shaking off the thoughts, I begin to drive once more leaving the airport for good.
“We need to fuel the van. The rental only came with minimum fuel to start with.”
“Okay, would you mind if I looked around behind?” She asked. “It is a beautiful motorhome and I haven’t been in one before.
“Sure, feel free.”
My mobile was set up next to the wheel, with google maps switched on. I was driving towards the nearest gas station, still thinking about the route I might want to take to reach California. I made a mental note to ask, which place in California after a while. There wasn’t much traffic while heading out of the city, most of the traffic was towards the city due to the concert happening tomorrow.
“Did you bring these ropes?” I heard Pooja, standing behind me with a long bunch of white nylon ropes in her hand, arms folded.
Looking at her and the ropes, through the rearview mirror, I shook my head. “No, where did you find it?”
“In one of those cabinets at the back, it was next to a toolbox.”
“Hmm, maybe the rental was thoughtful enough to place them for camping.” I answered shrugging.
Pooja’s demoneur relaxed on hearing that. “Have you tied anyone before?” She asked.
“Huh… Yeah, some cousins, a couple of ex-girlfriends.” I said, truthfully.
She was surprised to hear that as she sat down on her seat, placing the ropes on her lap. I glanced towards her, noticing there must be about 12 feet of rope on her lap.
“Wow, I didn't expect that. I thought you just read kinky stories.” The Indian beauty said, looking at me.
“Well you know now, don’t worry I am not a pervert or anything. It was all consensual.” I said.
Pooja nodded. “So those women just let you tie them up, why?” She asked.
“For fun, they enjoyed feeling helpless and in someone’s control. It is quite liberating if done correctly.”
“That’s an interesting perspective, these things are quite taboo in my country. Never got much chance to learn about it.” Pooja said, a curious look on her face.
“That’s a shame, I bet you would look good in bondage. It helps you relax too, especially after a tough day like today.” I said, winking.
Pooja laughed, realizing what I was trying. “Are you trying to get me tied up?” She asked, grinning.
“Only if you want to try. A gas station is coming up. I can stop outside that, tie you with the ropes you found and drive in to fuel the van. I will untie you once the tank is filled.” I tried to sound casual as possible.
Pooja raised her eyebrow, having heard my suggestion. She thought about it for a moment and then said, “I would have told no under any other circumstance, but since you were kind enough to help me, I am willing to give it a try.”
That surprised me, I had only suggested it randomly thinking it would be rejected right off the bat, but she surprised me. I was beginning to like this girl more.
“Great, let me stop the van.” I said, driving the van into the gas station, but stopped at the front.
I turn around in the swivel chair, taking the ropes from Pooja and head to the back. “I will tie you at the back, you would be comfortable on the bed.”
Pooja followed me, she looked a little apprehensive, but also curious. I had pulled out the pull out bed, it was decent sized and could sleep two people if they were sleeping close together. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at me, while I took a knife from the tool box and cut the ropes into two halves.
“Why are you cutting it?”
“To tie your hands and feet. Put your hands behind the back”
Pooja looked at me and nodded, placing her slender hands behind her back. I sat next to her on the bed, the familiar lavender scent filled my nose as I started to wrap one piece of rope around her wrists a few times and cinch the knots away from her fingers. The white rope contrasted her bronze skin nicely. She gave her bound wrists a wriggle, while I got off the bed and kneeled on the floor, indicating her to place her feet together.
“Should my sneakers be removed?” She asked.
“Not needed, for now at least.” I said smiling.
I then looped the last piece of rope around her ankles, just under her blue jeans, making sure the knots were tied behind. This was the maximum I could do with two pieces of rope as I stood up and looked at her. I wondered if I should gag her or would it be too much for her first time. Pooja was testing out the bonds, moving her bound wrists behind, while shaking her bound feet. She seemed calm and didn’t look worried, which was a good sign for me.
“Alright, this isn’t much but try to see how it feels. I will come back for you after refueling.” I said, closing the curtain present in front of the bed, heading to the wheel and park the van near the gas pump.
Pooja’s shadow could be seen through the translucent curtain as she tried to wriggle her bound wrists. Smiling, I got down from the RV to fuel it. I was hoping she would get curious about this while I filled the van’s tank. If things go well, this would be a dream road trip!