Yes, to-go.

"That's right, little girl. I'm stealing you away, and I'm never going to let you go." Ashley bit her lip at this, and I gave her a moment before flipping her onto her stomach and dragging her towards the edge of the bed. She struggled, or at least wiggled around in my grip, but I eventually had Ashley pulled all the to the edge of the bed. Her nightie had been hiked up somewhat during the struggle, exposing her cute butt to the air as it hung off the side of her mattress. I couldn’t help but give it a squeeze before retrieving a length of rope from my burglar bag.

Tying someone up against their will is somewhat of a tricky process, but fortunately Ashley was a fairly willing victim. To be certain, she still squirmed and pulled against me as I maneuvered her limbs such that I could wrap her forearms together behind her back, and she got in a few awkward kicks before I could bind her legs, but throughout the process, we were both very deliberate and careful in our movements. After all, we both had the same goal in mind, and neither one of us wanted our fun to be interrupted by an injury. When I finished my last knots and stood back to admire our handiwork, Ashley was rather effectively, and safely, bound. She wiggled her fingers and toes at me to indicate good blood flow, and all that was left was the blindfold.

Ashley gave me the saddest, most pathetic expression when I flopped her onto her back again before applying the blindfold. “Oh, mister, you’re not really going to take me away, are you?” She whimpered, wiggling against her bonds a little more, “I promise, I’ll do whatever you say, but you’re really scaring me.”

I softly stroked Ashley’s hair before lining up the blindfold and cutting off her sense of sight. “I’m afraid I have to steal you away, sweetie. It’s the only way to really make you mine. But don’t worry. Just keep cooperating, and I’ll take good care of you.” To illustrate this, I continued to stroke her hair and face for a few minutes, before slinging my bag over my shoulder, then hooking my arms under Ashley’s legs and back in order to pick her up and begin carrying her outside.

If she weren’t bound and blindfolded, Ashley and I would have been a rather romantic sight as I cradled her in my arms and carried her out to my parked car. It was probably very disorienting for my poor victim, being moved against her will without the ability to see her surroundings, but she stayed quiet and still, perhaps not wanting to risk being dropped, and perhaps not wanting to draw the attention of any possible passerby. Fortunately, Ashley lived in a peaceful neighborhood with plenty of space between neighbors, and nobody was out for a walk at this hour of night, so there weren’t any witnesses when I laid Ashley down in my backseat, suspiciously prepared with straps to hold her in place and a comfortable pillow for her head, then quickly bolted back to lock her door with the key that had been hanging just inside.

When I got into my driver’s seat, Ashley reacted to the noise by letting out a gasp and wiggling against her bonds. I paused before actually starting the vehicle to just watch her squirming around, but of course I was eager to get going. Once she realized the car had been started and was in motion, she let out a deep breath and in a shaky voice asked, “Mister? Are you still there? Where are you taking me?”

I smiled to myself and considered my answer. “It’s just you and me. As for where we’re going? Well I guess you’ll just have to wait and see…”