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| Name: | Unknown Offender |
| Comments: | They didn't like this story on the other dreambook - reposting it here.
-------- I smiled looking at my two captives. Surely, when this forty-three-year old, brown-haired bombshell with a hourglass figure came to me to have her fortune told, she didn't expect THIS to happen. And neither did this eighteen-year old hunk of her son that she brought along. After all, I was just an eccentric lady who dabbled in fortunetelling, an innocent creature overall. Right? RIGHT? Wrong. I took a gaze at the pile of their clothing and their underwear, gathered in a pile in the room's corner, and returned to the unfortunate duo that lay stark naked on the aged persian rug, bound hand and foot, gagged, and exchanging apprehensive glances. How beautiful they were, I thought. The son had her mother's eyes. "Well, well, well", I said, "You aren't going anywhere, do you? The night's still young." I squatted beside them and smiled. "And we're going to enjoy each other's company through the rest of it." ------ |
| Name: | jesastre |
| Comments: | OSCAR KEEP GOING GREAT STORY!!!!!! LOVE YOUR AUNT STORY |
| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | I don't really have that many stories to tell. The other times with my Aunt Becky were usually short and not as memorable. Often they would be triggered by seeing a tied woman on tv or her teasing me and calling me Super Dweeb. One time she tied herself up to surprise me but I ended up seeing this once she was cutting herself loose after waiting too long. What happened this time was completely bad timing and poor planning on Aunt Becky side. She invited me over to do some chores and thought it would be cool to surprise me. I came to the house when I was suppose to not knowing she had tied herself up in her bedroom, sat on her sofa and started channel surfing for something that might have a damsel in distress. I stopped on a "dukes of Hazzard" episode that didn't have Daisy Duke tied up and because of a busy day at school, I passed out on her sofa. I must have been sleeping for over an hour when I was woken up by some crashing noises coming from her room. When I came into her room, she was laying on the floor by her dresser where she was cutting through some hose that tied her ankles. She was wearing a skirt with her usual tan hose and when I came in I could see right up her skirt. She appeared annoyed with me as I just stayed watching her. Her wrists were wrapped with pantyhose that she had cut but still were knotted around each wrist. Her mouth was gagged with another pair that was wrapped around and over her mouth. Once she finally cut out the ankle pair, she pulled off the gag and and spat out stocking. She stood up and asked why I was late, to which I explained to her me being in the house the whole time. She shook her head and pulled off the remainder legs of pantyhose and swore to her self. Later that night she was able to laugh about the situation but she still was not in the mood to be tied again.
Another time I came over and she was poorly tied up by some of my younger cousins. She was tied with skipping rope around her arms and chest and a dish towel as a gag. She was wearing genes that time but still with her reinforced toe pantyhose underneath. Her daughter Kim was also tied and she was wearing black tights with a bluish green plaid skirt. She was also tied with skipping rope around her chest pinning her to the chair she sat in and her ankles were tied together and she was gagged with a silk scarf between her lips. She was not into being tied up and struggled a lot while Aunt Becky pretended to struggle and winked at me. This time Kim was able to get loose herself and untied Aunt Becky before anything extra really fun could happen. Kim was a beautiful younger version of Aunt Becky, only she would dye her hair black. When I got older she and I became very close as friends. One family event, Kim and I stole a couple of bottles of wine and drank them in her room away from concerned adults. Later that night I confessed to her about tying up her mom to which Kim laughed and told me that it was normal. Aunt Becky did not single out her damsel events to just me, she had often placed bets with people to see how quickly she could escape. Kim had tied her up on many occasions. I asked her to go into specifics and she did but the stories were not great, mainly Kim would tie her up with pantyhose and time her trying to escape. Often Aunt Becky couldn't escape. I then asked why she always insisted on being tied up with her pantyhose, which gave it way that I had tied up Aunt Becky before. Kim didn't know why but she put her leg on me with was dressed with black hose with reinforced toes and told me to feel them. "Probably because they feel nice on the skin, don't they." I asked her how many time she had been tied up and gagged, and Kim pulled her leg away. "You're not getting me tied up and gagged with pantyhose, Buddy. So don't get any crazy ideas. I can't stand being tied." She then told me that Aunt Becky once tied Kim up with hose when Kim was going to go out with this band singer that Aunt Becky didn't like. The guy didn't take Aunt Becky's story about Kim not being home likely, and ended up sneaking into Kim's room and taking advantage of her. Aunt Becky was able to hear Kim's mmmfffed cries and came to her rescue but ever since then Kim wouldn't let people tie her up. But then hopped up and grabbed hose from her drawer. "Let's get mom tonight." She tossed me a black stocking and told me to put it on as a mask. She told me to stay put untie some of the tangled pairs of hose. She left and came back with another pile of pantyhose and a couple silk white scarves I found out came from Aunt Becky's room. We waited for everyone to leave and Aunt Becky to go to bed. Once the lights were out we snuck into Aunt Becky's room with black stocking on our head(which made it hard to see around). Kim crawled to the side that Aunt Becky was sitting on and jumped onto her and hand gagged her. Aunt Becky screamed out loud with a hand muffling her sound. She then told my Aunt to be quiet because she was being kidnapped. Once Aunt heard Kim's voice she calmed down. Kim instructed me to get her legs. Aunt Becky asked who I was but was then gagged with a couple of pairs of hose stuffed into her mouth. Kim turned her mom over onto her front and pulled her hands behind her back and started tying them together. I threw the blankets off and grabbed her legs. I then started tying her ankles together and quickly found out that she was still wearing pantyhose while going to sleep. It was a real turn on. Kim finished tying her hands and put a pair of hose over Aunt Becky's head. "Finish her off by tying her ankles to her hands." I told her it was called a hog tie and Aunt Becky heard my voice. Kim giggled as she left the room. I then told Aunt Becky to be quiet then started rubbing her inner thigh. She started to moan in delight. I then as quickly as that ejaculated in my pants. I didn't know what to do, so I collected the rest of the hose and balled them up and put them into the front of her hose. She moaned and nodded. I watched her twitch and then turn onto the hose and rub down onto them. I felt her ass flex as she did this. Then she quickly started shaking and then screamed into her gag. Once she stopped I turned her over and removed her gag underneath the hose mask. She gasped for air and asked me to untie her. I did and watched her remove the wad of hose from her midsection and the smell was powerful and as I grabbed them I found out how moist they had become. She tried to pull them away but her body was still twitching. "CAn you please leave and close the door behind you?" I felt guilty all of a sudden and left the room. She then called out, "Oscar?" I stopped at the door. "Not word." I agreed. "Thank you, very much for this. really thank you." Then my guilt was gone. I came back to Kim's room who had poured me another drink. She asked what had happened and I quickly told her I tickled Aunt Becky. To which Kim thought was good. I slept over in Kim's room wanting badly to go back to Aunt Becky. The next morning everything was the same again. |
| Name: | janet |
| Comments: | One day, while visiting one of my closest friends, somehow we got onto the subject of being tied up by our sons while they were growing up. To my surprise, Robbie told me she had even been tied by my son a few times. Robbie and I have lived almost mirrored lives: both single moms to sons, who were within 2 months of the same age. One difference was I am a divorcee, she's a widow. I asked her when the last time she was tied and she said when the boys were about 15, 2 years ago. I had las been tied when my son was 12, and still could not believe he had tied Robbie up, with her permission and the assistance of her son, his best friend. Robbie asked me if i missed being tied, and, to be honest, I had to say yes. When I was letting him tie me, we developed a closeness that was absolutely unbelieveable. His grades went up so much that he became an honor student, he was helpful around the house and never had been in any trouble. Robbie said her son was the one who wanted to end their games, and seemed to loose interest in the whole matter. She then suggested maybe asking the boys for one last episode of bondage with them and us, but with a twist: make it a kidnap game, with us as the targets. I thought it seemed ludicrous, and said so, but she kept on the subject until I said we could ask them, but I felt they would reject the idea. We decided to have a Saturday evening dinner together and bring it up then. On the night of our get together, after eating but before cleaning up, Robbie got both boys away from their video game and told them we wanted to ask them something. I was so nervous i could hardly speak, so she did the talking. At first, their reaction was exactly what I figured: they just stared at us like we had lost our minds. After a rather long, nervous silence, Jake, Robbie's son said he wanted to talk it over with Nick, my son. They went outside and sat on the patio and talked for about 45 minutes. Finally, they came in and sat us down at the table and said, "we'll do it, but do it our way. You want a kidnapping and be tied up. We will kidnap you, and tie you up, but you can't know when or where and it might be both of you at once, or separately. You have to try to escape, resist, make seem realistic. We might get some outside help, or do it ourselves. Nothing around the neck, nothing inappropriate, and we will hold you for at least 48 hours. Agreed?" Robbie and I then went outside and talked it over, and decided to do it, but I kept going over the "inappropriate" that was mentioned and wondered just what he considered inappropriate. Never in any of our tie up games had anything ever happened, so I let it go from my mind. After 2 weeks, nothing had happened, so I figured the boys had changed their minds. One Friday evening, I left work and was thinking what I was going to accomplish the next week while I was on vacation. When I got to my car, it had a flat, and I thought "Oh, great. A flat tire, Friday evening, still in a skirt and heels, and vacation." About that time, someone asked me if I needed help. I turned to see Nick's friend Derek, and was instantly at ease. "Sure, Derek, I'll even give you $5.00." "No ma'am, I can't take money for helping my friend's mom." I popped the trunk and he reached in to get the spare and the jack. I didn't pay attention to the van that pulled up on the driver's side and just as the door slid open, Derek handed me a note saying I was officially kidnapped. He gently pushed me backwards into the van, took my purse, told me he would change the tire and take my car to my house. As i entered the van, a female voice said "get her blindfolded so she cant see where we go." The door slid shut, I turned to see 3 people wearing ski masks and black outfits. One of the handed me a scarf and I knew it was for me to blindfold myself. I did so, and someone helped me to sit on the floor. Then, something was being wrappped around my head time after time, completely blocking all light. I said "so you finally got me." "No talking" came from a male voice that I thought sounded like Jake, but wasn't sure. Stupid me, I had to say "what, you gonna gag me if I don't?" That's exactly what happend. A large rubber ball was pushed into my mouth, then I heard tape being unrolled and torn off a roll, then it was applied to my mouth, several strips running form ear to ear. There I sat, on the floor of a van, gagged, blindfolded, and being taken to I didn;t know where. I actually felt kind of excited! Then that female voice said "one of you guys take over the wheel. I need to do something." The van stopped, I heard movemnt and then the female voice was behind me, telling me to put my hands behind my back. She tied them quite tight, using what seemed like an awful lot of rope. Then, she tied my ankles, my kness, and then was behind me again, and to my surprise, started wrapping rope above my elbows, pulling them together untile they touched. I grunted in pain and surprise, but no one seemed concerned in my feelings. She then whispered in my ear, "if I hurt you I am sorry, but we were told to make seem realistic." I nodded my head in understanding, and sat there while the van drove down the road. I had absolutely no idea where we were, where we were headed, anything. After what seemd about 30 minutes, I heard the van driving over gravel, and then came to a stop. "Make sure no one is around to see, then take her inside, and make her secure." The door slid open, and someone pulled me up and helped me out the door, whre I was thrown over a broad feeling shoulder and carried away. I was finally stood on my feet, and then hopped over across a concrete floor until my toe of my shoe hit something kind of soft. Someone pushed the back of my knees and I dropped to my knees then some one lowered me to my stomach and I felt my feet being pullled up behind me into a hogtie position, and thats exactly the way I was tied, agains with what seemd like an excessive amount of rope. I was completely immobilized. Then, I remembered we had agreed to be held for at least 48 hours and thought this was going to get uncomfortable pretty quick. After what weemed like an eternity, someone knelt beside my head and said " I'm going to untie your hogtie rope, then untie your arms. Then I'm going to leave the room. When you hear the door close, you can remove your gag, blindfold, and untie the res of the rope. When you're finished, rap on the door 3 times, and you will be given a tray of food. There's a bathroom in the corner, towels, soap, a some of your clothing provided by Nick. Eat, Shower, change clothes, whatever you wish. When finished, rap on the door 4 times, and we will take ur tray, dirty clothes, and give u some bedding. Get some sleep, and maybe tomorrow we will get u a tv. I untied the remaining ropes when the door closed, rapped on the door, and it ws opened, and a tray was handed to me. It had macaroni and cheese, 2 hotdogs without buns, a Twinkie, a bottle of water was also provided. After i ate, I went into the small bathroom, took a shower, brushed my teeth and saw that Nick had provided my favorite sweat pants and sleeping shirt as well as a couple pair of jeans, pullover blouses, and my sneakers. Also, a note fro him saying he hadn't been able to pick any underclothes for me so let one of the girls do it, and hoped that was okay. I thought "what a sweet kidnapper" as i dressed for bed. i rapped 4 times, passed my tray out,, and was provided a pillow and pillow case and a comforter and a quilt, and then went to bed. The next morning, someone rapped on the door, and when i rapped back it opend and a breakfast tray was provided. Also, I was told to put on the clothing that was in the bag I was handed. When finished eating and dressing, I was to blindfold myself, rap 4 times and someone would come in and prepare me for my ransom picture and video. What a plan for 2 17 year old boys to have come up with! When I took the clothes out of the bag, I was very surprised. They weren't my clothes, looked like something for a teenage girl. The skirt was aobut 4 inches above my knees, the blouse was pretty snug, especially across my bosom. The shoes were high heeled sandals, much higher than anything I owned or wore, but it ws part of the schem so I put everything on. Then I relaized my black bra I was provided was very visible thru the flimsly white blouse. I blindfolde myself, then rapped on the door. Someone came in and without saying a word, began to tie me, but much tighter that previuosly. Also, the gag was different, another ball, but it had straps that seemed to go arould my head everywhere, and it was really pulled tight. Again, down onto the mattress I went, and again hogtied, but much more severly, my feet pulled up til they touched my elbowns with the heels of the shoes. I was again totally helpless, but this time I was concerned about the dirrerence. Then a male voice started speaking, "if you want this woman back alive you will agree to our demands. As you can see in this video she is tightly bound, gagged, blindfolded, and will be kept this way unti; u meet our demands. That's all for now." Then, I heard footsteps moving away and the door opend then closed. I rellay was being left tied brutally and all alone. Finally, the door opened and I heard Nick and Jake's voices, saying "here she is," and then they were untying me and rubbing my wrist and ankles to get circulationback to normal. After a dring of water, Nick asked me if I had enjoyed my kidnapping. I told him it would have been better ir I hadn't been bound so strictly the second time. "Well, mom, we told u and Mrs H we would restrain you." I asked if Robbie had been kidnapped also, and Jake said not yet, we thought you might like to help us plan it, since she was in on the planning of your kidnapping. I readily agreed, and my mind instantly began to plot. That, however, is another story |
| Name: | dan |
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| Name: | Mark |
| Comments: | When I was growing up, mom use to take me on trips with my aunt Rachel and my cousin to the big cities for shopping and theatre shows and such. One winter when we went to get some CHristmas shopping done, my aunt won two tickets to some skate show which I explained that I didn’t want to see. How my aunt won the tickets was by hearing my mom call out the answer to a radio question in the car, and my cousin Mel called in to give by calling hanging up and recalling, then my Aunt said the answer on the air. There were only two tickets and both mom and mel thought they did the harder work so they should be the two to go. The tickets would be at the show's box office desk waiting for my aunt's name and id to be picked up. I stayed in mine and mom's hotel room, while the three ladies debated who should go in Aunt rachel room. I was called by my mom to come to their room and as soon as I walked in, I felt like my world changed.
Mel opened the door while she was putting in earings. I walked into the main room and saw Aunt Rachel sitting in a chair, on the opposite side of the bed, hands behind her back and she was mmmfffing behind an over the mouth white gag. She looked at me and started pleading for help. Mom stood up from behind the bed and I realized that mom was tying her feet together. Mom put her hands on her sister's face as if to comfort her, "You said the only way to go to the show with out you is to tie you up and gag so. Your words." Then mom turned to me. "Can you stay in this room tonight with your aunt does not get free to call the box office and say that I'm a fake." Mom had taken aunt Rachel's Id and glasses which would help her look more like Rachel. They looked like each other enough for mom to pass as Rachel easily. Mom gave me some cash, told me to order room service later but to until Aunt Rachel before they deliver the food, and to untie her after 8:00 when the show is suppose to start. It was 5:30 then. I was also allowed to order two movies for the room as long as my aunt agreed with the movie (this was to prevent me from ordering "R" rated or porn films when I was only 12 years old. Mom and mel left laughing at my Aunt Rachel. Once the door was sealed, Aunt Rachel stopped struggling and mmmfffing. I took a good look at her kind of confused to whether she would be mad at me for not helping her or not. She looked stunning. She had her light brown hair pulled back, she was wearing a sleeveless button up shirt and a blue short skirt, at least it looked short the way she was sitting. She was wearing tan pantyhose with reinforced toes nd her ankles were tied with a brown pair of pantyhose. To those that have written about pantyhose bondage, I understand the attraction. It never hit me until I saw her tied with her hose that I felt this attraction to women in pantyhose. Aunt Rachel saw me looking at her tied feet then held them up and starting waving them to me, mmmfffing "Hello". When I finally snapped out of my staring trance she laughed under her gag at me. I then went over and pulled her gag off. She spat out some scarf that was stuffed in her mouth. "Thanks. Can you get me some water." she winked a flirty wink at me which made me blush. I went for water, got a cup nd filled it in the bathroom. When I came back, she had stood up from the chair and started hopping in the room. I don't know what she was attempting but she turned and smiled at me playfully as she stopped in her place. I put the glass down and she then fell back to the bed. "Shoot. Well, you can't blame a girl for trying." she wasn't really lying comfortably on the bed and wiggled to get more directly on it. "Can you help me get onto the bed better?" The scene scared me and excited me at the same time, because as she struggled to get onto the bed, she skirt raised up and showed her white panties under her hose. It was something I had never seen before. I wasn't sure what I was allowed to do or not, so I untied her ankles. She then was able to stand up from the bed and went and sat back down at the back of the bed. I saw her hands were tied with curtain strings that were removed from the curtains. She sat back onto her tied hands and lifted her legs onto the bed, placing them together which I took as a single to retie them. I used the same pantyhose to tie her ankles. It was amazing, the look of her wiggling toes and smoothness of her hose was breath taking. She laughed and said, "Well, I I guess you are just doing your job." We then decided to watch some chick flick she wanted to see. I ordered room service around 7:00 because she told me it would probably take some time to get the food. It only took 10 minutes. We had knock at the door and I panicked again. I then pulled the gag back over her mouth, then tossed a blanket on her. When I answered the door, there was nobody at the door but a rolling tray of food left there. I wheeled it in made her promise that she wasn't going to scream if I ungagged her and untied her hands. With the gag still over her mouth she said quite audibly, "I promise not to try anything funny." I untied her hands and retightened her ankle ties. She sat up onto the edge of the bed and we ate our meals. After we finished she sat back onto the bed and pulled herself to the back of the bed. "Well, you better tie me up again, until it's eight." I then tied her hands again with the curtain cord and she sat back against them. I then pulled the gag over her mouth again to which she started talking, "So what do you want to watch now?" I don't remember what movie I chose because I spent the time watching her legs and listening to her rub her legs together. She knew I was watching her legs because she even asked me to rub her feet, lifting her legs onto my lap. I was completely erect and worried that she would notice. I rubbed her feet and looked at her beautiful face with the over the mouth gag. She reminded me of one of the damsels from old black and white movies. She liked my hands massaging her feet then her ankles then her calves, then her knees. She stayed tied until past 9:00 until she revealed that her hands weren't really tied. She pulled her arms around me and cuddled with me while the movie played. I had my hand on her upper thigh as we laid there. At 10 o'clock mom and mel didn't come back yet and Aunt Rachel then got up and went to the bathroom to get her makeup off. She came back with no skirt and shirt and was walking to her suitcase wearing just a bras, panties and pantyhose. I couldn't believe how excited I was to see her like that. She went into her suitcase pulled out a night gown and quickly put it on. The whole time she was talking about how she was happy that we stayed in because she and I never get to spend time together just her and I. My heart raced with excitement and I developed a severe crush on her. Mom and Mel showed up around 10:45ish and told us that the show wasn't that great and that they spent over an hour just trying to get out of the parking lot after. Aunt Rachel hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and bragged how we had a great time. I felt my face turn beet red. That night I slept in my mom's room on a cot and dreamed about saving my aunt who was kidnapped and tied and gagged. The next day mom dressed in front of me and I watched her put on her pantyhose. The sight was amazing and I had found a new love for women. Mom was already wearing a skirt but pulled up her hose underneath, pulling her skirt up and then dropping it over her legs. I couldn't believe that mom and aunt Rachel were so comfortable dressing in front of me. Aunt rachel came over and she too was wearing a skirt with tan hose. Mel also wore pantyhose but under her pants. that night was Aunt Rachel's revenge on my mom night which too was fantastic. |
| Name: | Mark |
| Comments: | My mom, Aunt Rachel and Mel took me shopping the next day which was fairly boring. However my new found love for women's legs had me eyeing up Aunt Rachel and even mom's legs while we walked from store to store. While I had to watch Mel and Mom try on different outfits in one store, Aunt Rachel snuck off into a dollar store to pick up some supplies.
After supper we went back to the hotel and mom was called by Aunt Rachel to come check a dress or something. Mom told me to stay in the room while she goes see what Aunt Rachel wanted. Few minutes later Aunt Rachel calls and tells me to come over. I go to her room and knock at the door. Aunt Rachel opened the door and I could hear Mom and Mel ``mmmmfffing`` in the room. Aunt Rachel looked stunning, her hair was let down and she was wearing a sexy evening blue and black dress, black hose. She let me step in slightly as she put on her fur coat and slipped into a pair of high heels. "Let's go on a date, you and I." she said putting her hand on my shoulder. She pulled me into the room to see the two. Mel was tied to a desk chair, hands each tied to the arms of the chair, both feet tied to a leg of the chair. Light color ropes tied her to the chair and she was also over the mouth gagged. As she mmmfffed to get my attention, the white cloth over her mouth slipped off to she had been duct taped gagged. Shopping that day she wore a gene skirt with black tights and tall boots. This time her boots were off and with her legs tight to each chair leg she sat legs spread wide open showing us her white crotch panel of her black tights. Then I saw mom. She was lying on the hotel bed, legs tied together with the same bright color rope. Her back was against the wall at the top of the bed. She too was over the mouth gagged but under her gag I could see her mouth was stuffed. Yellow rope was tied around her arms and under her breasts. Both ladies looked really angry. Aunt Rachel took my hand and announced, "While you to are going to think about what you did to me last night, I am going on a date with a handsome young man." Mom tried to protest but couldn't do anything but make mmmmffing noises and kick her tied legs in the air. The sight of her tied legs, ankles and knees kicking with her silky tan pantyhose legs, with reinforced toes, was such a turn on I was speechless. Aunt Rachel squeezed my hand and guided me out of the room. "I hope that doesn't disturb you seeing you mom tied up and gagged." I told her I thought it was pretty cool. She laughed and put her arm around me telling me that this would me mine and her night to have fun. Although I wanted to watch mom and mel struggle and try and get free, but with Aunt Rachel talking about us going on a date and her arm around me and how beautiful she had made herself, was also great from a young teen boy like myself. We went to a Lethal Weapon movie and then she took me to an Italian restaurant where we sat in a secluded booth. Aunt Rachel treated the whole event like a real date, she asked me questions about what I look for in a lady, started to play footsie with me under the table and then even placed her hose foot into my lap. I know I blushed and stayed pretty quiet throughout the night. I felt her warm foot in my laps and as soon as her foot rubbed my midsection, I ejaculated into my pants. Aunt rachel I am sure could tell because she pulled her foot away right away and quickly called for the bill, but ordered food for mom and mel first. We were gone for at least 4 hours and when we came back to the room, both mom and Mel were still tied up. Seeing this Aunt Rachel quickly ran into the room and started untying Mel as she told me to untie mom. I pulled down mom's gag and she spat out a tan colored cloth, which I thought might have been pantyhose but didn't look further to confirm that. I untied her hands as Aunt Rachel said, "How did you two not get free? I left scissors on the table for you two." Mom rubbed her hands as I untied her legs, which were completely uncovered for show. Her skirt must have risen up as she struggled and I looked directly into her midsection which was hose covered with a control top covering her white panties underneath which were soaking wet, from what I thought was sweat. Mom saw me looking and pulled her skirt down over her legs. Aunt Rachel apologized not knowing that they wouldn't get loose and that she only meant it as a joke. Mom and Mel didn't seem to be too angry as they did when we left them. Mom said, "Well I suppose that will teach us for tying you up last night." I then rubbed mom's ankles as she rubbed her knees. "So how was the date?" Aunt told her it was great and that I was a perfect gentleman, then she kissed me on the cheek as I held mom's pantyhose feet in my hands. I then ejaculated again and slipped to the side of the bed, hoping nobody noticed. They then got up and stretched and I quickly slipped out of theroom and changed my pants in my room. Mom came in quickly after and she again, changed in front of me telling me that she didn't mind being tied up but didn't like to be tied up then forgotten for that long. I stayed quiet but then thought about sneaking into mom's bed in the night and tying her up with her pantyhose. The thought had me sneak into the bathroom into the night to clean myself up again. That trip was so amazing and the start of a lot of tying up adventures with Mom and Aunt rachel. |
| Name: | Cronkite |
| Comments: | OMG mark those two stories were great! plz for the love of GOD write more! |
| Name: | Cronkite |
| Comments: | OMG mrak the two stories were......breath taking! plz for the love of GOD write more! love to here those other adventures, u lucky SOB lol. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | OMG mark, those two stories were........well, breath taking! plz for the love of GOD, write more! lol love to hear more adventures. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | OMG mark the two stories were great and breath taking! plz for the love of GOD write more! love to hear about those adventures u lucky SOB lol. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | OMG mark the two stories were great and breath taking! plz for the love of GOD write more! love to hear about those adventures u lucky SOB lol. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | keep em coming mark! love to hear about those adventures! im so dam jealous u lucky SOB! lol |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | OMG mark the two stories were great and breath taking! plz for the love of GOD write more! love to hear about those adventures u lucky SOB lol. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | OMG mark the two stories were great and breath taking! plz for the love of GOD write more! love to hear about those adventures u lucky SOB lol. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | apologies with the repeated comments, they didnt show up untill i saw them up today. sry lol |
| Name: | orpheus |
| Comments: | Moms been a single parent now for nearly 20 years and time hasn't been harsh to her at 41 5'3" short dark hair and 36c breasts Mom could easily pass for my big sister rather than my mom. It just so happens that my girlfriend, ex teacher and mom go to the same aerobics class when the idea struck me. Two weeks ago in my room I wasfinishing my first paper for uni when my mom entered the room, she noticed I was watching a bondage video of three girls bound and gagged wearing leotards. Any how mom knows I like bondage and reminded her of the time Paula my ex teacher and vicky my girlfriend kidnapping my mom. "hey Mom this Thursday we can kidnap them" I said to mom and made plans. At last Thursday was here and I couldn't wait for the evening. That week I visited the local sex shop and bought three penis gags and two hitachi vibrators and thought 3 unsuspecting ladies were going to get a surprise. Mom went through the routine of dressing for her aerobics class dressed in her black thongback leotard and matching black pantyhose finished of with 5" black stillettos and impecable makeup. I showed her the 2 vibrators to which she showed me hers that we could have used. The doorbell rang and in came our first victim Paula my ex teacher 45 years old like mom a divorcee5'4" shoulder length blonde hair and 32DD breasts and like mom her body and looks hid her age dressed in red thongback leotard black pantyhose and stilletto heels I developed a bulge in my pants. Then came vicky yes at 28 5'4"black shoulder length hair and wearing a navy thongback leotard with black panthose and heels we sat the 2 girls on chairs that I had arranged. Before you new it mom came in plenty of rope and Paula and viccy were secured to their chairslegs spread and tied to the chairs back legs and wrists and elbows behind their backs the girls smiles changed when they saw their gags and really struggled to resist as the penis gags were put into place. It was at this "Mom can you stay and look after our guest while I get your present mom" I said "Sure son but you shouldn't have really" mom replied. Little did she know the surprise that was in store. A short while later I returned and that mom had tied the hitchi vibrators to paula and vicky's crotches and pulled down their leotards revealing their breasts. "Their Billie what do you think I was about to turn them on Mom smiled". "Great mom but do you what look better than 2 hot girls bound, gaaged and vibed" I said to mom. "No what Billie" Mom said. I simply said "Three Whores bound gagged and vibed". Moms face was a picture of shock and disbelief I wish I had camerathere and then. I ten minutes I stud back and got my camera and started taking pics and set my video camera up I massage Paula breasts before applying vibrating nipple clamps to them and the same goes for vicky and then moms turn unlike the ropes of paula and vicky mom wore a single glove arm binder but like paula and vicky I fitted a tens machine to her ass. All three ladies jump moaned into their gages as I switched on the nipple clamps vibrators and most of all tens units and mmmppping sounds that all three made espcially the movements when all three hot orgasm after orgasm. I left them went to the pub and couple of hours later came home watched tv and checked on my three prisoners. They were more than compliant to my demands. "Vicky, Paula, Mom tonight I'm going to have all three of you". and promptly keeping Mom tied up and gaged untied her from her chair and took her to her room. once Their I secure her armbinder to a hook in the ceiling raising her arms then secured her legs to either side of the bed. After giving her six of the best smacks on her pantyhosed clad arse I pulled the thong of her leotard to oneside and grabbing her thin waist forced the nylon into her making her whince and oommpphh under her gag. Suffice to say all three ladies can't wait for what I have planned next |
| Name: | Mark |
| Comments: | I was lucky enough to get two beautiful women and mom tied up on tape. I was in grade 7 at the time, and our teacher assigned the class a take home project of making a commercial. My friend Toby and I decided to do a bank robbery commercial where the bank robbers get caught because they are too busy eating cereal. Both Toby and I decided to use his mother as a tied up bank clerk because she was always home and ready to be a part of anything Toby was doing. I alo had a huge crush on her because she was and is stunning. Mrs. K was a 5'11 Japanese woman with long slim legs. She always wore the prettiest outfits, usually showing off her stunning legs. I use to go over to Toby's house just to see her walk around in her hose feet and to get a huge hug from her. This particular day she was wearing a slim fitting white t-shirt and floral skirt, with tan reinforced toes pantyhose. I was excited before we even mentioned the plan to her. Once we told her she left the room giggling with excitement. She came back out wearing the same skirt, but she put on a business looking button-up shirt, hair in a bun and glasses. "Do I look like a banker?" she quickly ran out of the room again and came back with rope and duct tape. Toby brought a ski mask and a cop badge, while I brought two fake looking guns. While I was setting up the camera I over heard Toby and his mom arguing about how to tie her up. She was the one pushing him to tie her up really good. "If I was tying up a pretty damsel I would make sure she was tied up so tight." When I came into the room, she was sitting on a chair with rope wrapped loosely around her arms and chest. She was instructing Toby to cross her wrists and tie them behind the chair. "Tighter, Toby. Tie me up tight."
I got really excited, maybe too excited, and took Toby's place and pulled the ropes as tight as I could. She grunted when they tightened around her, then cheered. "That a boy. That's how you tie up a woman." She was enjoying this so much that I got brave and uncrossed her legs and tied her ankles together. The feel of her ankles covered with silky pantyhose was so sexy. She giggled more as I tied them then she piped up, "Tie them to the leg of the chair." to which I did joyously. Toby then surprisingly stuffed her mouth with the scarf she brought. She nodded at his adding to the tying and mmmfffed with encouragement. He then took duct tape and pulled a long piece over her mouth. We quickly filmed a terribly acted and shot short commercial where Toby is wearing a ski mask and eating a bowl of corn flakes and I come in a cop and arrest him. Mrs. K wiggled and struggled the whole time. Most of the time she looked like she was enjoying it too much, both laughing at our terrible acting and moving around seductively. When we were done, I made sure to get a good camera shot of her bound and gagged. I started from her feet and went up her legs to her face, and there she was winking at me. Toby removed her gag while I was shooting and she winked again and kissed in the air. I then place the camera down on the floor and started untying her feet while Toby untied the rest. I, like with mom, started rubbing her feet. I am pretty sure she didn't mean to, but her flashed me her midsection while I was on my knees rubbing her smooth feet and ankles. She reached over and pulled me to her allowing me to feel her legs up to her thighs and I am pretty sure that she felt my erection as she gave me one of her loving hugs. The next day, I lied to Toby saying that the video tape didn't work, mainly because I didn't want him to see me feeling up his mother and my panning the camera over her legs and body the majority of the time. He panicked because he actually cares about grades then I suggested asking our teacher, Mrs. A to help us out during lunch hour so we could finish the project. She like, Toby's mom, agreed to help us and was excited to do so. She took us to an office away from everyone and we went and took rope from the gym equipment. She provided a scarf and sat in a chair and allowed us to tie her up. With Mrs. A, we tied her arms to her side and ran out of rope quickly. She was wearing a skirt but with boots that covered her legs under the skirt. They were high heel boots and were very sexy though. Mrs. A was a French speaking teacher with a thick accent and had the most beautiful lips and brown eyes. Seeing her with an over the mouth gag, acting like she's a damsel was enough for me. We finished a terrible commercial and she ended up giving up a great mark because she had a good laugh at herself as the damsel in distress. We never saw the video tape after it was shown in class, nor did we have a chance to copy it. Toby came over one weekend with his camera and I was happy with how he was thinking, "Let's tie up your mom." He suggested that we lie and say that the project was for next week and we film the same commercial, except with my mom tied up. I had no problem agreeing to the idea. Mom was dressed in jeans and t-shirt but as soon as we told her the script, she went and dressed into a skirt, blouse and of course, pantyhose. Mom went and found some rope which I had never seen in our house. I put together that it was from her own stash. She also brought along a few long white silky scarves with her. We tied her to a chair, like Mrs. K and mom even commented about how she was not going to escape and maybe we were making it look too real. Toby jumped to her feet, removed her shoes and tied her ankles, then her knees then he gagged her. She looked at me with panic eyes, unsure how to take Toby's eagerness. Her mouth was stuffed and a wrap around white scarf held it in. We again filmed a lousy film, this time with my camera and toby's at the same time. We untied mom and she didn't seem pleased. So unpleased that she quickly changed back into her jeans and t-shirt. leaving on the hose though. She appeared to need to cover herself up pretty quickly. I went back and watched our tape and when I went to the wash room just for a few seconds, Toby became quite the villain. He watched me leave and when he was satisfied he was alone with mom, he quickly felt her breast, looked up her skirt and then kissed mom over the gag. Mom struggled a lot and couldn't free herself or call for help. And I shouldn't admit this but it really turned me on thinking that I came in and rescued her… even if I didn’t really rescue her. I have watched the videos over and over, Mrs. K being my favorite because I like to think she was turned on and wanted me to do something to her, like Toby did to my mom. I will write more later. |
| Name: | MArk |
| Comments: | The be all and end of all my stories ends with Aunt Rachel. Throughout the years, after the first time she got tied up by mom, I had spent all of our family get-togethers eyeing her beautiful legs and day dreaming about seeing her tied up and gagged again. She would always flirt with me at the parties and events, doing things like putting her feet onto my lap and pretending I was a foot stool, sitting on me pretending I was invisible, or just cornering me in a room and tickling me. She was always dressed in skirts, short shorts, with pantyhose. And to top off all my fantasies and fetishes, she would usually let me feel her legs somehow. I suspected she knew about my attraction to her because she kept finding ways to prolong it and encourage it.
One night I was at her place and everyone was drinking, even us underage kids. During the party, I took a nap on one of the beds and woke up to hear everyone leaving. I overheard my own mom telling Aunt Rachel to send me back the next morning and to make sure I know what a hangover is like. A group of people laughed and then I heard the front door shut. I went down stairs to see who was still there and found out that it was only Aunt Rachel and Mel were the only two left cleaning up. I started to help them and found myself with a barrage of insults and them joking about me being a drunk. Once we were cleaned to Aunt Rachel's likings, she opened a beer and gave me and Mel one while she poured a hard drink for herself and told us to sit with her in the living room. She fell back into her comfy couch and she caught me eyeing up her stunning tan pantyhose legs. She started to ask me questions like if I felt like a man now that I was drinking alcohol. I remember saying no. Then waited for Mel to leave and told Aunt Rachel, "I felt like a man when I went on a date with you." She smiled amused and I could see that it got her inside. "And why is that?" she already looking a little drunk to me. I got out of my chair and sat beside her placing my hand on her knee. "Because you're an older woman who…" She then quickly crossed her legs and pinned my hand between her two legs. "I'm old am I?" I put my other hand on her top knee. "Well I'm not so old that you don't try and feel my legs." My face went red. "In fact," she inched her face just barely touching mine, "Ever since you watched me tied up you haven't been able to keep your eyes off me." Then I felt her tongue graze my lips. I started to breath heavily and she could feel my excitement. "On second thought, I should be careful that you don't sneak into my room and tie me up tonight." She whispered into my ear and again I felt her tongue gracing my skin on my cheek. She then stood up and asked me to unzip her dress in the back to which I did and the zipper went past her back thigh showing me the top of her hose. She left to her room, but not before turning and blowing me a kiss. I went to my room and waiting for what felt like an eternity. Then after about ten minutes I snuck through the house and went into Aunt Rachel`s room. I snatched up a pair of her silky pantyhose and sniffed them. But as soon as I did, I was grabbed and my arms were pulled behind my back and quickly tied together. "Oh my God." Aunt Rachel whispered behind me as she spun me around to look at her. My mouth dropped at the sight of her. The room had no lighting except for lights coming from out of the house and I could see her very well. She was only wearing her bras, panties and still had on her pantyhose. Her face was down and she was holding a few pairs of hose herself. Since my mouth was open, she quickly stuffed it with a couple of her pantyhose and spun me around again to tied another pair over my mouth to keep them in. It happened so quickly and I was so scared that I was cut red handed and I was going to be major trouble. She pushed me to the bed, unzipped my pants and had them off very quickly. Then she tied my ankles together. I was ashamed that lying flat on my back my erection was standing straight up. "Boy, aren't we a pervert?" I was so scared I wanted to cry. "Not your fault though." she said as she started putting her hand into one of her hose's legs. "How could you resist me when all I wanted to do was this." she then took her hose covered hand and started to massage, gently testicles and erection. I jerked and panicked but she kept ssshhhing me. Then I looked at her beautiful face smiling and licking her lips and she even started heavy breathing, I just ejaculated. "that's my boy." she wiped me off with a pair of hose, then laid beside me. She ungagged me and kissed me passionately them got on top of me, saddling me. I asked her if I was in trouble then she just laughed, "I tied up with my pantyhose, masterbated you and now I'm still going to have my way with you, and you ask me if you are in trouble?" She kissed me again then regagged me. It didn't take long for me to get an erection again and she then got on top of it. She then gagged herself as she rode me and I didn't last long. She then when to her drawer and got this small device which was a vibrator of some sort and she stuck it down her hose. She laid beside me and felt me up as she played with her breasts. The whole thing was so sexy. She then climaxed and untied me. I laid with her now knowing what to do. She talked for a bit then fell sleep. The next morning, she woke me up telling me that we could do this again if I never tell anyone we did it. I am still waiting for the next time. |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | man oh man mark!ur a lucky SOB! but dont let her get the DROP on u the next time! lol get her before she gets u. hopefully that next time is soon! duct tape looks even better with hose eh? |
| Name: | S Bernabei |
| E-mail address: | scared4life@lincoln-shitting.com |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.lincoln-shitting.com |
| Comments: | Mum made me tie her to the toilet again. Honestly, I don't know why she's so obsessed with it. She makes me call her "Mrs. Lincoln" and always wears a black top hat. As soon as she's tied up, she has me fetch her a newspaper in my mouth like a dog.
I always must kneel when she pulls the paper out of my mouth. Then she pulls a Milkbone dog biscuit out of a box off the shelf and shoves it in my mouth. She doesn't make me eat it, but I must confess, I have on occasion and I don't much mind the taste. Oh, and in the background we usually have a home video playing of her stripping at a GG Allin concert from his 1992 tour with the Murder Junkies. Mum says things along the lines of watch Mrs. Lincoln shitting and things like that. When she's ready to be untied, she yells, "I am freeing the slaves!" Then she flushes the toilet, which is my cue to untie her. She wants me to perform acts in front of her while she's on her "throne," but so far I've only found girls that are interested and I'd rather get involved with a guy. Had to get that out. I COULD NEVER DISCUSS THIS WITH MY COLLEAGUES. |
| Name: | bhashwit |
| E-mail address: | paras_ind@ymail.com |
| Comments: | hi sofia.(whoever ur in real)
Its really great to read ur stories and i m really facinated by ur stories and ll just like to tell u one thing a person is a slve of his or her own desires annd if u r sharing ur desires with others its good.those people r cowards who dnt knw hw to appriciate bondage.so dear do it 4 those who love ur stories the persons like me i m a 27 yr old male and wanna play with u i mean it and i want to read ur stories and talk to u so plzz post stories or u mail it to me i ll read it i want to talk to a person like u who can share her desires with me and i can share my desires with u.so plzz if not here mail me and lets knw each other and talk and play with each other. I just love tying up and gagging women in high heels and short skirts,shorts bra and panties etc |
| Name: | Vincent |
| Comments: | Am I happy to run into this message board. Reading some of these stories really makes me feel like I wasn't alone in my experience growing up.
When I was about 7 or 8, my parents threw a huge Thanksgiving supper for my mom's side of the family. Now I don't know what started the conversation but my mom, my Aunt Lucy and Uncle Brad were all debating who was going to have out Great Aunt Betty and Great Uncle Charles stay at their house for Christmas that year. Between my mom, her sister and brother, each year they would argue about who would look after the two meanest and most negative old couple in our family. I remember being really young the Christmas when they came to our house and I remember very precisely that both mom and dad were very stressed throughout that week. Anyways, for the past four to five years mom had been able to avoid having to entertain the two. She kept winning these crazy bets where the looser would have to look after the old couple for Christmas. This particular year, they decided to bet on who could pick up some grocery item for the supper before a certain amount of time. I don’t know all the details of the bet exactly but that it was Uncle Brad vs mom because Aunt Lucy had to watch the couple of the past year. While they were hashing out details I left to go join the men watching the game in the living room. My aunt's husband Bill started yelling a lot at the screen and being the asshole he can often be, so I went to get back to mom and her sister and brother to see what the status of their bet was at. I was surprised that they agreed on some shopping event, being that my mom takes a lot of pride in quick shopping. I saw my uncle Brad leave through the back door, cheering about how this time he was going to win for sure. I laughed at him and went to my mom's office, where she was sitting at her desk. I hopped onto the couch in the room and started telling her how Uncle Brad was getting a head start on her. She mumble something I didn't quite hear and I kept talking to her. She then let out a loud "MMMMFFFFFF" and that's when I took a better look at her. Mom's mouth was over the mouth gagged with a strip of white clothe that looked like bed sheets. It was tied under her long light brown hair. I only saw the gag once she turned her head to me. Otherwise her back was facing me. When I got in front of her I could see that she was very well tied up. Thin white rope was wrapped around her arms, over and under her breasts. She was wearing a white blouse and I could see her arms were being held behind her back, with her hands tied behind her back, but not behind the chair. A belt was strapped around the chair and under her breasts keeping her pinned to the chair. A different piece of rope had tied her feet together, ankles side by side, her knees roped over and under. Her skirt was raised so high I had to take a second look because I thought she was not wearing a shirt. Now, as some of these stories have put focus on their mother's or aunt's pantyhose, I can fully understand this. Seeing her hose covered legs, shine in the dark tan color with the reinforced toes, made her look very feminine and lady like. And seeing her body curves twisting and pulling against the ropes, with her mouth gagged, mffffing for my help, made her suddenly appear like that those damsels in distress on film and tv. She no longer was my mother at this point but a beautiful helpless damsel in need of a hero. I started to loosen the belt that was around her waist so I could get to her hands to untie them, but my aunt ran in and swooped me up. "I knew I should have locked that door." She said, as she pulled me back to the coach and held me down while she was pulling my hands behind my back. I felt her tying them together, as I looked at mom struggling to get loose. Aunt was sshhing me telling me that it would only be uncle my uncle wins the bet, so that our family looks after the great aunt and great uncle this Christmas. My mom eyes were pleading and she was shaking her head "no". I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She had been a strong power in my life and seeing her helpless and looking so lady like really made me want to rescue her. I knew that we weren't in any real danger, besides having a stressful christmas, but she looked so pretty struggling against the ropes, kicking her stunning long legs out to turn the chair to face us, that I wanted so much to be her hero. My aunt was able to tie my ankles together with duct tape, sit me up and tape my mouth shut. She looked at me and looked at mom and laughed at us. "That was close. This time I'm locking the door for sure." I just kept my eyes on mom. I felt that my aunt was leaving the room, and prematurely hopped from the couch to my mom. My aunt ran back in and pushed me back to the couch. She laughed at my attempt then removed my belt and use it to tie my ankles to couchs corner leg. My mom still mmmfffing and twisting in her spot. Once I was tied to the couch my aunt then told us it would only be for an hour or something, then locked the door behind us. We both mmmmffffed as loud as we could but because the game was on at the other end of the house. Mom then got into a survival mode. Because I was able to loosen the belt that was strapping her to the chair, she started to slip down the chair, wiggling her way out of the belt. It was caught under her breasts and she began to grunt and mmfffed at the same time. As she slipped through the belt, her skirt completely raised up, exposing her pantyhose covered legs, control tops covering a pair of lacy white panties. As soon as she skirt folded up, she stopped in her spot and looked at her son to see if I saw what she was exposing. The sight was something else. I knew I was seeing something that I was not suppose to see, and that excited me and it fascinated me. I was too young to be turned on but this was very interesting to me. I felt like an adult being able to see these beautiful legs, struggling and her even helpless to stop me from seeing her pantyhose and panties. This made her even more of a damsel in distress. I hopped from the couch and my feet were still attached to the leg of the couch and I fell to my knees. I kicked at the couch. Then noticed that mom's feet were inching towards my face. She then tried to remove my tape gagged mouth with her reinforced toes pantyhose feet and the feeling was sensational. I don't know how she thought she could get to my gag because her hose were silky and gave no grip. I was able to get my feet loose from the tape one at a time and crawled my way to mom who was still attached to the chair. I untied her feet because I wanted to feel the smoothness of her hose and because it was quicker for me to get to. She was able to kick her legs loose and in doing so, I watched her spread her legs and see the crotch patch of her hose. She saw me staring and mmmffed at me not to look. I then was able to get to the belt and she was out of the chair. She then crotched behind me and was able to my hands untied. As she was able to do so, I watched and stared at her soles of her hose feet. We were free and mom finally pulled her shirt back down. She then slumped down onto the couch a patted the seat beside her so I could join her. She pulled me close to her and said that I was her little hero, which made me love this whole situation more. She then apologized to me for showing me her underwear and I told her that it was not her fault. "Well it was a little embarrassing for me." she said. Then I got brave and put my hands on her thigh and told her that it is only clothes, nothing to be embarrassed by. She then kissed me on my forehead allowing me to leave my hand on her leg while she hugged me once again. "I guess we're going to have a couple more relatives over this year." From that day, I started fantasying about mom being kidnapped or held hostage, or any scenario that had me rescuing her and being a hero. She then started requesting me to massage her feet after she got home from work and I think she was taking advantage of my growing fetish, but I wouldn't say anything to break the benefits. She would get tied up and gagged a lot through out my life and almost every time I was able to get to feel her legs in the process. I can tell more stories later. |
| Name: | Vincent |
| Comments: | The second incident happened on a weekend with more relatives over. Mom took it upon herself to watch over my young cousins while the rest of us went to a hockey game. The hockey game kept us out of the house until almost 10 o'clock. When we arrive home and entered the house, we could see the young cousins still running around and causing mayhem. My aunt was quickly to comment about how her children are well over their bedtime. Once we got inside we didn't see mom anywhere. My aunts and uncles gathered up their kids and nobody really mentioned mom's absence until some of them were about to leave. We then started to search the house and then found her in the basement theatre room sitting in a recliner. She was laying under a large quilt with only her head sticking out. Her mouth was sporting a thick scarf cleave gag. As soon as she saw us she started talking through the gag, "how was the game?"
My Aunt panicked and ran to mom's side untying her gag which appeared to be knotted very tightly. "Oh my god Connie. Are you ok." My mom played it pretty cool, and laughed at herself. "I lost at the game of cops and robbers." My aunt pulled off the quilt and we all gasped at the amount of ties. She was still wearing her dress skirt and blouse from the dinner we had before the game. Rope had been wrapped around the reclining chair holding her tied up body to the chair. The amount of rope was incredible. It started from her shoulders, went numerous time around her chest and back of the chair, then around her stomach and arms, and also around her legs and ankles pinning her feet to the foot rest. Her body underneath the heavy amount of rope was also tied up, scarves, ribbons, belts and yes, pantyhose wrapped her body like a the kids were trying to make a mummy. Her arms and hands were pinned to her sides, even her fingers entangled in fabrics. Her feet and head were the only parts of her body not tied up. I looked at her legs and seeing her specific reinforced toes tan pantyhose feet exposed to everyone, gave me such a desire to tickle her and torture her but I did nothing as the rest of the family was in the room watching. Mom convinced the parents that their children were all well behaved well and if she needed she could have stopped the game herself. They all seemed ok with that response and started to gather their children again. Right before they were all about to leave Uncle Brad ran back to mom and pulled the gag back on, this time the gag was over mom's mouth and seemed tighter. He was giggling as he did so. "There." He laughed. "That's better." everyone laughed. Then aunt Lucy followed her brother's examaple and did one of the most jaw dropping thing for a developing fetish boys life. She took out a pair of pantyhose that were not use to tie mom but were lying on the floor beside her and put them over mom's head, leaving the crotch panel in her face. Mom mmmmfffed with disapproval but laughter at the same time. "I've always wanted to do that" Aunt Lucy joked and then everyone left the house. I just stared at mom, tied up for the second time and her beautiful pantyhose exposed again. My dad then walked up to her and removed the pantyhose from her head. Then he removed the gag. "I've got that flight to get to, so I'm going to bed now."She nodded and said goodnight then they kissed each other. My dad didn't regag her but when walking by felt her foot and shoot it like a hand shake. His touching showed that he liked her hose feelings as well. "Untie your mother." he instructed me. Then left us. Mom started asking me how the game was while I started to unravel the rope that was around her and the chair. It took some time but mom sat patiently and told me about her night. Once the first layer of rope was off, she asked me to help her stand. Once she was on her feet, she tugged and twisted and was able to her arms loose. She hopped to the couch and took a seat, then I joined her on the other side. Without hesitation, she lifted her legs unto my lap and said, "Here, you do my legs, while I work on these knots." She was pecking at a whole lot of tight knots on the ropes, belts and hose that were holding her arms and were wrapped around her waist. We watched this brittish comedy while we untied her from all the fabric. Her legs were not as tightly tied as her arms and most of the knots came out easily, but I still took my time and was able to feel the silkiness and warmth of her beautiful adult hose covered legs. Once her legs were untied, she then relaxed them and laid them completely into my lap. She sighed at all the work it took to get her free. We continued to watch tv, and I started to think that she was passing out in my lap. I then started to feel her legs putting my hand on her feet and ankles and the other on her thighs. She then spoke up. "You really like the feeling of my pantyhose, don't you?" My head turned to her with a shocked look. She barely noticed my reaction and kept her eyes on the tv. "I certainly do. They feel great on the skin." she then rubbed her legs together and I can still hear the fabric rubbing together swishing noise. This didn't take much time for her to feel them herself with her hands, then spring her legs off my lap and stood up. "Can you clean up all these stuff and just put it into the spare fabric basket? I'm heading to bed." And she left me for the night. I cleaned up but took all the pairs of pantyhose that were used and that came from the basket and went to bed with them, even tried on a pair to see what mom would feel like when she wears them. And with my childhood curiosity, tied myself up with the hose. The sensation was nice, but not as nice as fantasying about her bound and gagged with them. More times would come. |
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| Name: | Lisa |
| E-mail address: | gaggedlisa@aol.com |
| Comments: | Hi my name is lisa, I found this site while investigating my sons recent behavior.I'm 40 and have an 18 year old who has been hand gagging me from behind and holding my arms with his other hand, i was disturbed by this and asked him to stop but once in a while he does it and seems to like when i struggle and try to yell. I look alot younger than my age and have a nice body and breasts and with my work i wear short dresses,sometimes tight and tan pantyhose and high heels which it seems is very liked in everything i am finding out.whenn I am dressed up i am finding that he likes to take pics of me and I have noticed him staring way too much at my body and legsthis makes me feel a little wierd but at least i know he likes girls.
He also has been renting alot of movies with tons of tie up or kidnaping and damsel scenes and has asked if i thought i could get out of any types and if i would be scared, I make a comment and blow it off, and change the subject. i am worried he might grab and tie me against my will, I have no reason not to trust him to hurt me but being who I am I dont know what to do or think. any ideas? please post here. Should i ask him what he wants? or wait to see what happens? i dont want to lead or tease him into doing something I may regret. |
| Name: | Edy |
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| Name: | Linda |
| Comments: | It was a stormy July day, so my 2 sons, 13 and 11 were cooped up indoors, and I wanted them to do something besides play video games. My husband was off doing his annual 2 week Army Reserve stint, so it was just the three of us. At lunch, I informed the boys that no video games till the next afternoon. In unison, they replied, "aw, gee, Mom, we are just getting good at Call of Duty." "Well, too bad. You need to exercise your minds and bodies both. Read a book, play a board game, anything but video games." When they finished eating, they walked to their rooms like condemned prisoners. About an hour later, they came into the family room where I was, and after some false starts, the older one asked, "Mom, will you play a game with us?" Surprised they wanted to asociate with mean old Mom, I agreed, probably too soon. Only after agreeing did I ask what game. "Well, we're going to be terrorists, and you're the wife of the President and we'll try to capture you. Then, if we catch you, you try to escape, and we try to re catch you." I thought it sounded okay, maybe a little to mmilitaristic, but their dad is in the Reserves. "When do we start?" I asked. "As soon as we all change clothes." "Change clothes?" "Yeah, Mom, you're the president's wife. You cant wear jeans, t-shirt, and be barefoot. Be ready in 30 minutes." Then, they disappeared into their rooms. I thought about what to wear, and decided on a skirt I hadn't worn in some time, a sleeveless blouse, and a pair of pumps with about a 3 inch stacked heel. I just made the 30 minute timeline, walked out of my room, and was met by 2 armed terrorists wearing camouflage and skimasks. In juvenile voices thinly disguised with a phony accent, they stuck their toy guns in my face and ordered me to put my hands up. I raised my hands, and they motioned me donw the hall and into the basement stairwell, and down the steps into a storeroom just off the playroom. "Sit. Sit." they commanded me, and pointed at an old bench we had stored in their. One of them kept me covered and the other one dumped the contents of an old gym bag on the floor. It was rope, a lot of rope, and some tape also. "You're not tying me up" I told them, and was immediately met with protests, "Mom, how can you be a prisoner if we don't tie you up?" Their innocent faces looked pleadingly at me, so I relented. "Okay, but if I say stop, you untie me immediately and the games ends. No arguement, understand? They nodded, looked at each other and shrugged, and returned to the game scenario. In thier phony accents, they instructed me to put my hands behind me and my feet together. My younger son began to tie my hands, and my older one went for my feet. To my shock, he flipped my skirt up and began tying my legs above my knees, but he didn't seem to be interested in anything but binding my legs. I realized my wrists were bound pretty tight, but just as I turned to say something to my son, he pushed a pretty big rubber ball in my mouth, that I was unable to push back out, then continued binding the rest of my arms. I was trying to tell them to stop, but they couldn't understand my gag talk, or were ignoring me. I was losing my temper, but ws basically helpless, and they were still binding me very tightly. I felt them wrapping my hands with what felt like narrow tape, completely encasing them. I figured that they had already used at least 100 ft of rope on me, and were still adding to it. I heard the sound of more tape ripping, and then some type of pads were held over my eyes then taped in place. Then, much wider tape was wrapped around my mouth and over my eyes. I was basically soundless, and sightless. I was furious, but helpless to do anything at this time, but later, retribution would be harsh. They worked something under the tape around my head, and it dawnd on me they were stuffing cottonballs in my ears, athen another layer of tape added, so now I could only hear about 25% of normal sound. I was stamping my feet, squirming, twisting, trying to get free, but to no avail. One of the boys grabbed my feet, the other my shoulders, and my young sons carried me acroos the room, then lowered me onto an old mattress they had placed on the floor. I weigh 130 lbs, and they were able to carry me, although not far. They put me on the mattress, then rolled me on my stomach. I could feel rope being tied around the ankle ropes, plus my shoulders were raised, and rope went over the back of my shoulders behind my neck, then the ends were run back thru my underarms. Then, both of these ropes were pulled at the same time, one towards my feet, the other towards my head. I couldn.t believe my sons were tying me so strict. I would never get loose on my own. One rope pulled my shoulders back, the other my ankles until I felt the heels of my shoes touch my elbows. I am a former gymnist, very limber, plus I do aerobics 4 days a week, but still this position was unberable. My body was arched so much, only a small portion of my body was in contact withthe mattress. During the whole time the boys were tying me, they spoke not at all to each other, but seemed to know exactly what to do. Then, all activity around me ceased, no ropes being added, nothing. I realized not only was i hopelessly bound in a stringent hogtie, but I was alone, I was in a storeroom in the fac recesses of the basement, the door was probably closed, maybe even locked. No one but my sons knew where I was. I was speechless, sightless, and had almost no sense of hearing. I couldn't move and of my limbs or digits. I also realized i was sexually aroused. My crotch was almost soaking, my nipples were trying to burst thru my blouse, and I wanted my husband's touch all over my body. Thank goodness my boys had left me alone. I didn't want them to see me in this state. I don't know for sure how long I was left alone, but finally I felt hands loosening my bonds, but taking a long time doing it. It took at least 30 minutes to free me, and I was so relieved to be free, that I was not nearly as furious as earlier. When free, the boys had to hold me as I walked, I was so wobbly. I kicked off my shoes to help steady me. Unfortunately my nipples were still quite noticeable, and my oldest kept staring at them, making me uneasy. When we got upstairs, I got a serious,rather shocking revelation. On the kitchen counter were at least a dozen pictures of me while so thoroughly bound. I looked at my sons, and the oldest one spoke, "we know we probably got carried away, Mom, and to have some insurance, we took those photos, and a lot more, made some copies on the printer, and stasshed the rest. If you punish us at all, we're set to e-mail them to every body you know. We have everybody's email, cellphone numbers, everything we need. Also, we'll tell dad how much fun you had." He pointed at my skirt, and when I looked down, I saw a damp spot right in the crotch area. I immediately blushed, and realized at least the oldest one was a lot more knowledgable about the "birds and bees" than I imagined. The younger boy then hit me with another surprise, "we want to do this at least one Saturday a month. The one when Dad has his Reserve meetings. It'll be our secret. If you say no, it will be public information." I was being blackmailed by my sons, and really had no choice but to agree. This went on until my youngest got his driver's license but other than being totally helpless, bound tightly and uncomfartably, nothing inappropriate ever happened, and my husband enjoyed our newfound sex life |
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| Name: | lisa |
| E-mail address: | gaggedlisa@aol.com |
| Comments: | part 1 of many to come...
it happened this past Friday,i told my son if he wanted to have his friend stay over the weekend and we could go out to eat Friday and do anything they wanted to do all weekend with a wink. i dressed up in a tight short beige dress, with cleavage and matching color 6 inch ankle strap sandles. and darker tan pantyhose. they were going nuts when they saw me i spent a lot of time getting ready, down to the smell. they gave me a small scan disk memory card to hide and i told them come back in a 1/2 hr. after dinner we will be playing the roleplay of me being a secretary grabbed for important company info. no rules except nasty stuff, anything else goes, no safe word, just be alive at the end i said, they couldn't believe it i think they were shaking in excitement. we went out to eat and i introduced them as my business partners.they couldn't stop checking me out, i would get up and go to the restroom and walk sexy. i said the plan is that when we get back i go inside alone for a few and they have to come get me, if i hear them or get away to a phone, scream till some hears, i win and game is over. if i give up the card it might be over depending. we get back and i go inside alone and walk around a bit and then sit for a few and walk around again but they never came in, damn they are waiting this out. I watched TV a few and about an 1 1/2 hr after we got back i was coming out of the bathroom back to the living room when one of the grabbed me from behind by mouth and arms tight but also closing my nose also which i couldn't breath or make a single noise but a grunt, hands behind your back and ankles together and you can breath it was my son saying behind me, i started to struggle but then with both of them holding me and my lungs hurting i did it and started gasping for air thru my nose while the other guy tied my hands and ankles. then he went into the bathroom an i heard the water run for a few seconds, he came to me with a huge washcloth inside an ankle high stocking soaked with water, this will keep the bitch really quiet for us he says and i tried to yell and gave him the dirtiest look then my nose was closed off again and they watched as i panicked for air and could make a sound, tears almost coming to my eyes and he says open your mouth or pass out, so i did trying to breath and he shoved this things into my mouth and into the back of my throat, my son pulled my hair up and the other one cleave gagged me so tight i was choking on the water coming from this packing, noise and breathing out mouth was impossible, little out my nose but my throat was stuffed also and i was choking on the water. the guy carried me in his arms to the couch. i was already exhausted and scared out of my mind now how rough and severe this was already. they each sat beside me and my son said do you know why we are here i shook my head no, they said the wanted the into on the card and to write down where it is, so trying with my tied hands i wrote down f-you. they were mad as hell, the guy said, this lady doesn't know what will happen to her if we don't get it now do you, i was thinking oh my god what are they going to do, i know my some had sadistic thoughts and the other older guy ( they are both adult men) wanted me sexually and had the hotts for me already. 1st guy (son) ill call him started feeling my feet, legs breasts face and thru my hair saying how hot i was and how good i feel esp my legs, i tried to move way but i was held there.then the other guy did the same and said how good it is going to be when he takes me later and everything he wants to do to me and after feeling me up kisses my gagged lips for a minute. are you going to tell us where it is, i shook my head no.the other guy said hell get the supplies ready and my heart started banging in fear, i tried to scream and nothing the water stopped it all and even thru my nose there wasn't enough air from the wad in my throat. then i started to choke, water, saliva, wad blocked all air. i panicked and started shaking my head no, as the other guy came back he asked what i was doing, he said he wasn't sure and asked if i could breath and i shook no , and the one asked will you tell us where it is and stupidly i shook no and he said then you choke, the first guy was worried and after tears started pouring down my face they took it out and let me breath. when i got my self together, i cursed them out and the wad was jammed back inside, i freaked out and pleaded no and they didn't tie it that far back again. my ankles were untied and they ordered me to walk around for them, as i started i bolted for the back door but couldn't get to the high lock, they grabbed me and brought me back one on each side of the house making them walk sexy, the other guy would grab and hold me and kiss me and feel me up like we were slow dancing........more to come. again thanks for the people i have been emailing with help me let this happen |
| Name: | TugsLover |
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| Name: | Speedoboy |
| Comments: | As soon as I moved into town made it a point to be friends with the cute blonde kid named Todd, there was an above ground pool in his backyard, a real treat for 13-year-olds like myself. Bonus #2 was his 5'4", centerfold gorgeous, 40-year-old mother, with big blue eyes, thick curly red hair and a very buxom figure, I looked in the hamper and found she wore a 34EE bra. I like the other boys and men in the neighborhood almost through our necks out of place watching her strut around town and since it was the late 70s spandex pants were in style and she always wore highheels. I think she liked the affect she had on men and being divorced was available, although she didn't date very much.
Todd was a rather spoiled only child and seemed to always get his way with his mother and us, since we all wanted use of the pool took a lot of his grief and played a lot of his crazy games, like cowboys & Indians, war, cops & robbers, spies, and any other game that gave us an excuse to tie up and gag each other and once inawile the girls in town, but after a few weeks they didn't show up too often, so it was mostly just us boys. One rainy day it was just Todd and me at the house and he was given chores to do, like vacuuming, changing sheets, etc. I got stuck making the beds, and was rather surprised to find some handcuffs, under his mother's queen sized bed! She had been dating again and her latest boytoy was college age, at his point we were fourteen. It was quite a discovery for both of us. Todd was quite a thinker and as luck would have it our English teacher another very hot looking woman of about forty-five told us to split into groups and write a play, with at least four characters. We wrote about kidnapping a rich heiress and had her bound and gagged for over 90% of the play. We had a lot of fun writing the script and even Samantha the cute brunette classmate in our group got into it and included leaving teh pretty maid bound and gagged with the ransom note, why just tie up one victim when you can do two and we even had a woman cop bound and gagged at the end, since we were on a role. One night while we tried to work out the holes in the plot, which was thinner than the paper it was written on at Todd's house. Todd's mother asked to look at the play since the three of us were laughing and giggling so much. Samantha and I were embarrassed as she read the twenty pages of mostly bondage action and a few bad lines for the actors. "So what parts did you three give yourselves?" Todd's Mom asked as she refilled our glasses of soda. Of course Todd and I informed her we were the kidnappers and Sam admitted to being the maid. "Have you acted this out yet?" She asked. We confessed that we hadn't. "Well isn't about time you did?" She suggested. "I will play Mrs. Wealthybottom." Todd scrambled to his room and I headed to the cellar for some clothesline! We put old stockings over our heads and carried toy pistols. Samantha and Todd's Mom pretended to be scared as they ad libbed. I soon had samantha and the gorgeous redhead's hands tied behind their backs while Todd secured their ankles together, Sam wore tight Chic jeans and a t-shirt and was well-endowed for a teenage girl, Mrs. F wore red spandex pants and a very stretchy black spandex top with 4" highheels on. She begged for mercy as Samanthat tried to yell for 'Help!', Todd stuffed a balled up worn bikini panty in our pretty classmate's mouth and wrapped a blue bandana over her pink lips. I stuffed a leopard print panty in Mrs. F's luscious mouth and came in my jeans as i wrapped a red bandan over her pouty red lips! I had to sneak out of the room to masturbate again as the two helpless women rolled around the livingroom floor tied up and gagged. I think Mrs. F was a little angry about being gagged with her own worn panty and let us know, although only incoherent meows left her panty stuffed mouth. We left them like that for an hour and pretended to read teh script and made belive the cops finally showed up to rescue the two bound and gagged damsels! We finally released the two kidnap victims, which was a disappointment for both of us. We never tied up Mrs. F again, but I did date Samantha for three years and tied her up quite often, and she always demanded to be gagged with dirty underpants, and stole Mrs. F's a few times while we hungout with Todd and his pretty but prudish blonde girlfriends, he had a number of girlfriends throughout high school. I would have dated Samanthat longer but her parents got divorced and she moved away. Todd always had a thing for blondes, and it never worked out for him. If interested I will tell about the twentieth reunion and meeting Samantha again........... |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | I enjoyed that story, Speedoboy! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Vincent, Mark, Lisa, Linda and Janet, great stories!! I apologize if I overlooked anyone. Keep sharing the terrific stories, everyone! |
| Name: | Speedoboy |
| Comments: | My 18-year-old gorgeous 5'5" girlfriend with this curly red hair and big blue eyes made it a point to have a movie night once a week. To my surprise and pleasure she picked out an old 1981 classic 'The Terror Among Us' that had four women bound and gagged during the climatic scene. I sat on the couch still in my red spandex biker shorts with a hardon throughout the entire made for tv movie. I asked Julie where she dug up such a gem and she told me from her mother's DVD collection. She then opened the entertainment center and showed me some of her mother's other DVDs, 'The Collector', 'Clockwork Orange' a few old episodes of 'The Avengers', 'Die Die My Darling' and a few other old movies that had bondage scenes in them. At 20-years-old thought I had a big interest in bondage and dated Julie because she was beautiful and wore a 36EE bra, but now discovered her 5'4",divorced 44-year-old mother with thick curly honey-blonde hair, big blue eyes, and wore a 38GG bra, I looked in the hamper a few times, was kinky.
Julie put 'Die Watching' in the 36" flatscreen TV and cuddled up beside me, still in her yellow sports bra and matching bike shorts, we had ridden earlier in the day. I was hard as a rock watching the 90 minute erotic thriller with three good bondage scenes. Janet returned home from working out and looked extra stunning in her skintight red leotard, nude tights and white sneakers. She sat across the room and watched the rrest of the movie with us, and noticed we had just finished 'Terror Among Us,. She asked us if we liked the movie. Of course I was ecstatic about the plot and so wasn't her gorgeous daughter. "I wonder how it must have felt being tied up so long for those movies?" Julie asked. "Those were short scenes I reminded her." "Oh in some of those movies the actors stay tied up and gagged for hours." Janet reminded me. "They do a lot of takes until they get it right." "May-be we can experiment/" Julie suggested. "It might be fun, besides Terry would love to play a burglar." "Well there isn't much else to do tonight." Janet agreed and then made a few rules. I hid upstairs with a stocking over my head and Julie walked up the stairs first. I quickly stuffed a worn panty in her mouth and wrapped a wide red cloth over her full red lips! She played up the part of damsel-in-distress as I tied her hands behind her back and ankles together with old pantyhose. I put her on her full sized bed and admired my quick handiwork. By binding her hands behind her back made her already huge bosom look even bigger and plumper! Janet hummed as she walked up the stairs and wore red 5" highheels with her leotard and tights. I granned her from behind and stuffed a worn panty deep in her mouth and wrapped a wide white cloth over her full red lips. I had a climax as her firm spandex clad bottom rubbed against the front of my shorts! I am sure she did her wiggle on purpose! I tied her well-manicured hands behind her back and walked her into Julie's bedroom and placed her on the bed and then tied her pencil thin ankles together with old pantyhose, that were kept for so-called cleaning purposes by both buxom beauties. We had now found another reason to collect pantyhose. The mother and daughter struggled on the bed together and meowed for release. I stood and watched them, especially the older buxom blonde and had to step into the bathroom for relief, since fondling and inapprocriate acts were part of the rules, although the mother broke one early on. I wanted to play again, so took care of myself in private. Seeing Janet in the leotard and tights was really exciting to me, not that Julie in a spandex sports bra and spandex shorts were bad to look at. The feel of the tights made me very excited and after an hour finally untied the two women. We settled down and watched 'The Collector' together to finish off the interesting evening.... |
| Name: | B.G. |
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| Name: | Speedoboy |
| Comments: | Kinky Mother Part II
A couple weeks after I was allowed to tie up my girlfriend and her mother we had another adventure. Unplanned by me. Like I said before Julie and I are avid bike riders and ride with a couple of clubs, one for fun and one serious. Janet joined us for a fun ride and even went to the cookout afterwards. The hostess, Mrs. Ward, was a 5'11", very goodlooking, 54-year-old, with thick curly brunette hair and big brown eyes, who looks remarkable in spandex bike shorts and sports bras and wears a healthy 38C, I looked in her bathroom hamper, I always look for women's underwear sizes, though. By 10:00 P.M. it started to filter out. We all helped clean-up and while washing the dishes turned on the TV and an old 'Man From Uncle' episode was on and poor Yvonne Craig was bound and gagged in an operating room. I got wood in my red spandex shorts and Janet noticed. She then brought up how she loved to watch the show as a kid and had a crush on the two actors. June Ward joked about playing spies as a kid because of the show and getting captured by the boys in the neighborhood. Well you can imagine what Janet and I were thinking at this moment. Julie was already ahead of us as she left the house on her bike and rode the two blocks to her house. We finished the dishes and watched another episode, this time Nancy Sinatra was bound and tape gagged with Illya Kuryakin. I had serious wood in my spandex shorts, between the show, two hot cougars and dating a hot redhead. Julie showed up with a wide strip of 3" wide flesh colored tape over her full pink lips and her hands taped in front of her. "That just won't do." June said and noticed the plastic bag at my gorgeous girlfriend's feet. "You could get loose so easily Julie." Janet suggested that perhaps I should restrain Julie better. I jumped at the chance and quickly taped her hands behind her back while June rubbed Janet's firm round white spandex shorts covered tush seductively. I soon had her hands taped behind her back and ankles ttaped together, when June pulled the tape from her pouty lips. She gave Julie some water and informed her it would be awhile and then stuffed a balled up pair of old pantyhose in her mouth and placed three strips of tape ove her full lips. I took the opportunity to grab janet and taped her hands behind her back as she called me a'Fiend' and other over the top terms. She wasn't a good actor, but made up for it by being a sexy damsel-in-distress. June stuffed a balled up white panty in her mouth and plastered some tape over her full red lips! I taped her ankles together and helped her to the floor along with her sexy daughter. June begged me to stop! Which meant to bind and gag her! "Please don't bind and gag me with those pantyhose in the plastic bag Mr. Spy!" I did exactly that, and soon had her hands secured behind her back, her pencil thin ankles togeher and wrapped a well-worn pair of pantyhose over her mouth, croch against her wet and willing lips. Janet wore them. The three captives struggled on the livingroom floor and hammed it up for an hour or so. I had to stop in the bathroom to relieve myself after a half hour or so. The trhee gorgeous beauties struggled and June and Janet did a bump and grind when I wasn't looking, but I was through the mirror over the fireplace. By the time I untied the three willing captives, Janet's shorts were soaked as were June's black spandex shorts. A goodtime was had by all and bike riding has never been the same.... |
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| Name: | Speedoboy |
| Comments: | The Van Ride
Julie became more daring, it was as if she had become addicted to bondage and roleplay, and of course her gorgeous buxom mother only encouraged her and me. One saturday it was raining so hard that our bike group cancelled the 40 mile ride. Janet had other ideas though, after all we already rented motel rooms. She didn't tell Julie or me about them however. I showed up at the house at 10:00 ready to head to the health club with my favorite buxom redhead. I knocked on the door and it soon opened. Janet and June greeted me holding water pistols. It was my turn to be tied up and gagged! I made mock pleas for mercy. June ordered me to strip down to my red Speedo and white t-shirt, which embarrassed me, since the two gorgeous cougars made me excited and the Speedo barely contained my throbbing penis, being only 5'6" tall and weighing about 135 pounds am not to threating to look at, and yet my 9" circumcised penis looks freakish on my lean well-toned and tanned frame. My big baby-blue eyes almost pooped out of my head as I watched Janet remove her suntan controltop pantyhose in front of me, she wasn't wearing any underpants under her denim skirt either. I was ordered to put the worn pantyhose in my mouth and wrap a 4" wide ace bandage around my smooth lower face! June taped my hands behind my back and led me to the white delivery van in the driveway. I sat beside Julie, who looked extra sexy in her red one-piece spandex swimsuit, nude pantyhose and red 4" highheels. She was gagged with a pair of very worn taupe tights, her hands were secured behind her back and her pencil thin ankles taped together with 3" wide flesh colored medical tape. Soon I sat beside her with my ankles taped together too. A few minutes late we took off. Julie pretended to be upset and scared and really acted up. June yelled at us from the passenger seat. Janet drove around some back roads and played the kidnapper. What should have been a 45 minute drive turned out to be a six hour journey. To add to our misery were the bumpy roads. We finally got to the motel and had to wait another ten minutes until teh coast was clear, before the two gorgeous cougars marched us into our room and then retaped our ankles and left us on the stripped down queen sized bed! It was a good idea too, because I was very aroused and Julie was so wet the front of her swimsuit was discolored. We were left bound and gagged another hour. I was sore and so excited I had to use the shower to wash and take care of some business. Julie joined me. It was another fun experience. |
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| Name: | Michael |
| Comments: | Like most boys, I played a lot of tie up games as a kid. I preferred doing the tying, but sometimes I was the one tied up. I became pretty good at getting loose, and was probably the best tie up artist in the neighborhood. One day after school, some guys were over, and the new guy asked if I really thought I was an escape artist. I bragged no one had ever been able to keep me tied. Wrong thing to say to him. I provided enought rope to tie 5 people, but he used just enough to render unable to escape. As a final touch, he gagged me with a rolled up sock and about 10 feet of duct tape. While struggling, I heard my mother arrive home. She's a single parent, and I am her only child. Anyway, hearing my buddies laughing, she came to my room, and there I was, hogtied inescable. I was really struggling, almost in a panic, as the guys had siad they were going home and leave me helpless. I mean I was really making as much noise as my gag allowed. Mom looked at me, and said, "Mikey, don't be so loud. It's just a game. Why, my brother, your uncle Dan, used to try to tie me up so I couldn't escape, but I always did. Its just a little rope. Chill out." I saw my buddies glance at each other, then at the new guy, who grinned, and said, "why don't you show him how to do it?" At first Mom declined, saying she needed to fix supper, but the guys persisted. She knew Chuck and Ted, but not the new guy, and they managed to finally persuade her to accept the dare. They said she would be tied like me, and then see who got loose first. I was unable to tell her that this new guy could tie better than anyone I'd ever been tied by, and much better than me. There was no give in any of the ropes, but couldn't make her understand not to let them tie her. I had never tied her, never had tthe nerve to ask. Anyway, Mom removed her watch, bracelet, glasses, necklace, and earrings. New guy, Tom, asked her if she wanted to sit or stand while he began, and Mom pulled the backless stool from my desk over and sat down. Tom began tying her wrists, and I knew he was not showing any mercy. I saw Mom flinch a time or 2, and her eyebrows raised. Chuck said, "here, this is a good gag" and handed something to Tom, who instantly stuffed it in Mom's mouth. Whatever it was, it filled mom's mouth and jaws til her cheeks looked like a squirrel's storing nuts. An Ace Bandage was wrappped around her mouth and duct taped in place. I was fascinated, and alarmed, at the same time. Tom bound Mom's delicate ankles, pulling the rope til it sank into her skin. Mom's eyes showed concern now, but it was too late. He bound her legs above her knees, which required him to raise her dress, and she protested thru the gag. Mom is a receptionist and wears a dress or skirt every day. Stepping back behind Mom, he bound her elbows, something he hadn't done to me. The elbow rope pulled her shoulders back, which caused her chest to thrust out. Mom is a gorgeous woman, always being eyed by men (and boys) when we're out in public. As Tom kept adding more rope and pulling all of them tight, he had his toungue sticking out the corner of his mouth. Finally, all 3 of the guys loweered Mom to the floor, and Tom hogtied her, and it was tighter and stricter than mine. He ran the ankle rope thru her elbow and shoulder ropes, pulling til Mom had quite an arch to her body. She was protesting the entire time, but Chuck said, "Ms. Wells, you made the dare." Finally, Tom said he was thru tying her, and I knew Mom was more helpless than me. As a final act, Ted came up with cotton balls fromthe medicine cabinet, some gauze, and first aid tape, all of which was used on her. The cotton balls were stuffed in her ears, gauze over her eyes, then taped in place, and finally, a scarf tied over eyes and ears. Chuck said he had to go home for supper, and Ted and Tom said they did, too. "You 2 keep trying, and I'll be back after I eat. If you're still tied up, then I'll untie you" Chuck said. I started shaking my head and trying to yell "no, no" but they left. Chuck came back over an hour later, and we were still helplessly hogtied on the floor of my bedroom. He released my hogtie rope, and loosened my wrist ropes enough so I could eventually freee myself. "See you tomorrow, Mike. Don't forget that test in Geography." Then, he was gone again. It took about 30 minutes before I was free. When I started to untie Mom, it was obvious I couldn't untie the knotw, they were too hard and tight. I got a pair of scissors with round tipped blades, and finally managed to cut Mom loose. I expected her to raise hell about the events of the afternoon, but she just rubbed her wrists and ankles for several minutes, then told me to order a pizza, while she soaked in the bathtub. The pizza was delivered and I had eaten my share before she joined me, and the telltale marks of ropes were still visible. After that day, I never let my friends tie me again, but I did manage to tie Mom a few times. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Michael and Speedoboy, terrific stories! Let's hear more from you guys. |
| Name: | Ben |
| Comments: | When I was young, back in the 80s I was lucky enough to see my mother and a couple of Aunts bound and gagged. The first time, that opened my eyes was during a holiday get-together. Me and my cousins were playing games… I don't remember which game it was but it had me running upstairs and sneaking into one of the bedrooms. As soon as I entered, I saw both my mom and Aunt Collette sitting in the middle of the room, both tied to chairs. Both were struggling and mmffing loudly, arms tied behind their backs, ankles tied together and rope wrapped around their chests and stomachs. The jarring thing was both had pillar cases over their heads. I could tell which one was which because I recognized their outfits, mom was dressed in a blue dress suit and Aunt Collette was wearing this black skirt with tan top. And Aunt Collette's brown hair was peeking out of the sacks. In the room with them, were a bunch of cousins, all of which were laughing and giggling at the two damsels. I was instructed to close the door and lock it. So I did. The hoods were removed and under their static messy hair, they were both over the mouth gagged with white cloth gags and also blindfolded with colored scarves. Seeing this made me very excited. Although the hoods were removed they still couldn't see and couldn't call for help. I looked them up and down and found myself attracted to their helpless situation and was excited to become their saving hero. Both blindfolds were removed and seeing me, mom started to try and call for my help. I nodded at mom which I could see her smile under her muzzle. The cousins then told me to watch over them as they went to get my Aunt Anna. I felt getting Aunt Anna tied was never going to happen because she's a very shy Polish lady who married into our Country. She's too polite and keeps to herself too much to play a game of tie up. But I agreed to watch over the two kidnapped women.
Once the door closed and it was me and the two damsels, I went and untied mom's gag. Once off, I saw that she was also taped gagged with transparent tape and in her mouth under the tape was stuffing. The sight of this gag, really made me understand how helpless mom was, they were really tied up tight and complete. I removed the gag and the stuffing she spat out was a pair of beige pantyhose. she complained about the cousins wrecking two pairs of her favorite pantyhose. I looked at her legs, which were dressed in pantyhose, her dress really showed off her legs, but she nodded towards Aunt. "Can you ungag your Aunt, please?" which I realized Aunt Collette's mouth was stuffed too. I went to ungag her but my cousins came rushing back into the room and jumping me, preventing me from ungagging Aunt Collette. I did see Aunt Anna, being marched down the hall, hands being held behind her back and she was too over the mouth gagged. Her eyes widened seeing mom and Aunt Collette tied up in the room she was passing. That sight of Aunt Anna getting a scared look, even excited me more because with Mom and Aunt Collette, those two would see this as an adventure, while I Aunt Anna looked like a real damsel. She didn't have the sense of humor that mom and Collette have. Mom cheered for me to win, but I too was tied up. Hands were tied behind my back and my feet were tied together. They tried to stuff my mouth with mom's pantyhose to which I kept my mouth close, so they just taped my mouth shut and wrapped the tape around my head. I was really gagged and that annoyed me. Mom was regagged and the over the mouth white cloth gag was tied back on. I watched helplessly as mom's feet were untied and the pillowcase hood was put back onto mom's head. She was marched out of the room and Aunt Collette and I were left also with pillowcases put over our heads. I could hear mom mmmfffing and it excited me greatly. It took some time but was able to shake the hood off my head. Aunt Collette was twisting and turning and mmmfffing. I took sometime to look at her in amazement. She a very pretty tall and thin woman, and seeing her needing rescuing cause me to have a large crush on her. I was able to wiggle my way to her feet and turned my back to get my tied hands to untie her feet. She wasn't expecting my hands on her legs, so she jumped away at first. I mmmmfffed to let her know it was me and she then put her feet onto my body. She then started to rub her feet on my tied hands and it helped loosen the ropes and I was able to get free. I untied my feet while she brushed her hose covered legs over my face and as I bent over to reach my feet. I must admit, I leaned into her feet and brushed my cheeks on her cheeks. The feeling of a woman's legs covered in pantyhose for a young influential young boy that is life changing. I pulled off her hood, untied her gag, removed her tape, pulled out some pantyhose from her mouth she thanked me. I untied her hands and helped her untie her feet. "Let's go rescue your mom." She smiled and put her hand on my shoulder as I put my hand on her knee. We sneaked through the hall peeking into rooms looking for mom. I could hear the cousins in one room and Aunt Collette tapped me and pointed to mom and dad's room. We slipped in and closed the door. Mom was lying on her bed, still bound with a hood on her head. Her ankles are tied together and she is kicking her legs in the air, which lifted her skirt up and showed her pantyhose legs with white panties. Aunt Collette quickly pulled down mom's skirt and mom started to relax. Her hood removed, and clothe pulled down, she spits out a pair of hose. Calls the kids brats and laughs off her dilemma. I untied her feet and rubbed her ankles. Her feet had reinforced toes pantyhose and it really started a fetish for me at that very moment. She talked about how she hoped she didn`t wreck any of her pantyhose and the whole experience changed me for life. I can understand the attraction of some of the other men and woman on this page with pantyhose bondage stories. I remembered Aunt Anna was still kidnapped and I went to go find her. Both mom and Aunt Collette called the cousins down to the kitchen to help get ready for supper. Everyone left the bedrooms but I didn`t see Aunt Anna. My heart raced thinking of rescuing her. I found her in my room, tied up in a chair. She sees me and starts battering her eyes. She`s tied with her arms behind her back, her legs are tied at the ankles, knees and her waist is tied to the chair. Her mouth has the over the mouth gag and I pulled it off to see she was not stuff gagged with hose, which made sense to me. She wouldn`t be pleased with that gesture. She smiled at me as I untied her hands. She rubbed her hands and allowed me to completely untie her. Her legs felt even better than mom`s, probably because she rubbed her legs as I untied them and it was very sensual for a young boy to feel and see. Once I was done, she thanked me and with her very thick accent said, ``don`t I get a kiss from my hero, BEN?" I then leaned in to kiss her on the cheek and she took it as I was going to kiss her on the lips and she kissed me strong. I blushed as she put both her hands on my hand that was now on her thigh and she said, "Thank you for saving me." She stood up and walked with my hand in hers. Outside she walked slowly downstairs and I watched her gorgeous curves with the one piece dress move back and forth. We never talked about it after that and I was fortunate to see her bound and gagged again. My mom however would be the one tied and gagged alot in my life. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great story, Ben! Please tell us about the other times. |
| Name: | hollybo |
| Comments: | Could not agree more BG. great story Ben. I too would love to hear of other times your Mum was tied and indeed your Aunt Anna. Did anyone else fall victim to these tie-ups? |
| Name: | Afraid of Aunt Jane |
| Comments: | My mother is a super gorgeous 5'4", centerfold pretty, 43-year-old, with thick curly honey-blonde hair, big blue eyes and wears a 34EE bra. She has been a single parent since I was six, ten years ago and up until this year it has been just the two of us in our trailer at the Happy Valley Trailer Park. Unfortunately my mom still felt an obligation to her former sister-in-law, Aunt Jane, an attractive, 5'9", well-tanned, 39-year-old, with thick long curly auburn hair, big almond shaped dark brown eyes and a very buff body with very large 38DD bosom, I looked in the hamper sorry, and let her move in with us afrter she got out of prison for attempted murder, armed robbery, and kidnapping. Jane did ten years in state prison and although gorgeous, and had three inches and over twenty pounds on me and must have spent every extra minute keeping in shape. She tried to find a job and people just weren't hiring ex-cons in town.
After school one day I didn't have baseball practice because of rain so got home early. I should have stayed after school anyway. Jane and another ex-con, Wanda, a super gorgeous 5'7", olive skinned, 27-year-old, with big almond shaped brown eyes, thick curly black hair and a fantastic hourglass figure that her tight red spandex halter top, matching red spandex pants and black 4" highheels hugged obscenely were at the kitchen table planning to rob the local Hooters where my mom worked! I was putting my bike away when I overheard the conversation, and of course banged against the trailer so they heard me! I went inside and pretended i didn't hear anything, but they already knew I did and soon ganged up on me, being smaller and caught by surprise soon had a pair of worn Hooters tights stuffed in my mouth a 3" wide strip of flesh colored tape plastered over my lips, my hands taped behing my back, my jeans and sneakers pulled from my body and then my ankles taped together with more stretchy flesh colored tape. I was shoved in my tiny bedroom while they continued to plan their robbery! Since it was Friday, my mother got off at 5:00 so showed up two hours after they trussed me up like a Christmas turkey. I tried to warn my mother, but only incoherent muffled sounds left my gagged mouth that tasted of my own sexy mother. I felt my thick penis throb in my tightie whities as the two sexy ex-cons ganged up on my sexy mother and soon had her mouth stuffed with worn balled up Hooters tights, a wide strip of tape pressed over her full pink lips and her hands and feet secured just like mine. She wa tossed in the room beside me! I was scared, but seeing my gorgeous mother bound and gagged in her white Hooters tanktop, tight orange short shorts, beige Hooters tights and white sneakers was just too much for me to handle! I have to admit I lost control! Mt mother tried to get free, but jane and Wanda were pros at binding and gagging people and we were but amateurs at trying to be escape artists. We began to sweat and get nervous. About 10:30 Jane came into the bedroom and gave us some water and a hot dog to eat. She made me suck on it like it was a penis just to tease me and even messed up my thick blonde hair as I deep throated my late supper. She then informed my mother that they were going to go to Hooters at 2:30 and open the safe, my mother knew the combination since she was the head waitress. Wanda was going to watch me just to make sure my mother did as she was told. We were left in the dark bedroom while the two robber took a nap, together in my mother's bed. I swore they were fooling around for awhile too. I was in a constant state of arousal and my mother's big pinkish-brown nipples even poked against her special tank top that was custom made for her huge breasts! At 1:45 Jane showed up in a black sports bra, matching spandex pants and black 4" highheels and pulled my mother to her feet and cut the tape from her pencil thin ankles. They went to my mother's white Mustang and drove to Hooters across town. Wanda sat on the bed beside me and began to fondle me through my semen stained jockey shorts and even spank me playfully! I had to admit I enjoyed it and my big baby-blue eyes were glued to her ample 36DD bosom, I saw the tag on the back of the red sports bra. She even did things to my bum with her long fingers and a plastic dildo. Although I was in grave danger really didn't mind being a toy to the gorgeous Latin ex-con! Two hours later the car returned and my mother returned her hands secured behind her back with red nylon rope that was even wrapped above and below her huge bosom, a balled up black thong panty was stuffed in her luscious mouth and a wide orange scarf was wound around her full lips three times. She was very scared and even wet between her shapely thighs. Wanda taped her ankles together and then pushed her on the damp bed beside me. We meowed through our gagged mouths as Jane and Wanda grabbed some items from the trailer. jane then kissed each of us on our gagged mouths and Wanda kissed the front of my stained once white cotton brief and left a red lipstick mark on it, so I would remember her. We heard the car take off and were soon alone bound and gagged. My mother waited another thirty minutes, which seemed like an eternity. She bounce off of my twin sized bed and hopped into the small kitchen, no easy task for a bound and gagged captive let alone such a top heavy one. I followed shortly after, hard as a rock again! It took some doing but we finaly managed to cut ourselves loose with a steak knife. We called the police ten minutes later, after we both used the bathroom although in my mom's case it was too late. A week later Aunt Jane called to ask if my mother would help with her bail money. For a change my mother said "No". I still have erotic dreams of my mother tied up and gagged and Aunt Jane and Wanda molesting me. |
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| Name: | Jason |
| Comments: | It was many years ago. I was dating a girl called Rachel and she asked me to go and meet her mother at home (actually it was a scottish castle).
She siad my mother has a hang up about men in kilts, so please can you wear one. And boots too in case we go for a walk. That evening I came to the castle and was shown up to a room by the maid where the kilt - a black dark tartan lay on the bed with black boots to match. I dressed into these and went downstairs, where I saw Rachel in a stunning black shirt and red top together with her mother and Aunt Mavis, both suitably dressed and looking stunning. As I tottered down the stairs - 6 inch heels were what I was used to - Aunt Mavis came up behind me and twisted my right arm behind my back. I bent forward over a table and she grabbed my other arm and it joined the first one behind my back. Rachel then came along with some rope and tied my wrists together and then my elbows. I was then marched into the lounge and forced on to my knees in front of her mother. I was forced to walk on my knees over towards th fireplace where I was pushed on my stomack and my ankles were tied together and then brought up to my wrists and I was left in a hogtie. Her mother then said: So you think women are the weaker sex do you. Wrong boy. And with that she thrust a ball gag in my mouth. I was left there squirming trying to escape until I agreed to submit. They then untied me and we had a great evening together. Quite an experience |
| Name: | Jason |
| Comments: | Rachel's mother then took me into the lounge again and ran her hands over my arms. When I was least expecting it, she forced them behind my back and tied my hands behind me again.
Rachel and her then escorted me to the car, where she drove me with Rachel and Mavis to the wood. They took me out of the car - and tied me tightly to a tree. The rope was bound around my upper body down to the top of the kilt - so I was immobile. The booted feet were then tied to the foot of the tree. Then they took out their picnic and left me there while they ate and drank From time to time her mother came over and tongue kissed me driving me quite wild. When they had finished their picnic, they unbound me from the tree, walked me over to the car, my hands still bound and then hogtied me on the back seat. Then they drove back to the castle where my hands remains firmly tied behind my back. However I was laid out on the bed face up and my feet tied to the bedposts. Then Rachel and her mother came to the room and proceeded to continue "torturing" me until they were exhausted. In the morning I too was exhausted but oh what an evening. Rchel and I then went back to our digs - of course I was changed back into my male gear. |
| Name: | Jason |
| Comments: | Rachel and her mother had a lot of fun with me.
When we went to her house, I always had to wear the tartan kilt and boots. One day I came over when Rachel was out but her mother was home. I was told to go up to the room and put on the kilt - but this time it was a black skirt. I was tied up by the maid this time in the room and brought tottering down to the lounge, where I saw Mavis too tied up with a ball gag. Mavis smiled as I was tied to her - joined neck to neck as we were led out into the courtyard and harnassed each to a buggy. With my hands tied behind me I was attached to the harnass of one buggy and Mavis, also suitably tied was attached to the harnass of the other buggy and off we went, Rachel (having "miraculously" come home) driving my buggy and her mother driving Mavis's buggy. After about an hour, we pulled up and Mavis was released from her harness, but I remained tied up, though released from the harness and hogtied. How they played with me the next hour, tickling and tongue kissing me. Mavis and I were then reharnassed and they drove back to the castle. I spent the night hogtied with Rachel teasing me until she mercifully fell asleep. |
| Name: | Jason |
| Comments: | One weekend, Rachel's mother invited me to a special weekend at what turned out (unbeknown to me) to be a women hunters weekend.
When we arrived, I found myself in the same room as Rachel's beautiful mother. On the bed was one white skirt and a black skirt - in fact each room was so kitted out. If you wore the white shirt, you were a hunter and if you wore the black skirt you could be hunted. Rachel'smother insisted in wearing the white skirt so by default I had to wear the black one. After lunch, we were assigned to our groups and the hunted were given a five minute start to go and hide, after which they were fair game for the hunters. I went down a corridor and saw a couple of girls in black skirts trying to hide. We got together and decided to go out of the house into the grounds. However as luck would have it we stumbled across three white skirted Amazons who took off in pursuit. I was soon brought down and my hands were quickly tied behind my back. A rough gag was placed in my mouth and I was tied neck to neck with one of the other black skirted girls who had also been captured. We were led off into the courtyard where we were then fastened to poles until supper. Rachel's mother caught nothing - but she was gald to see me bound to a post so early on - so she could come and tease me. More later |
| Name: | Jason |
| Comments: | It was late at night in the hotel room and there was a knock on the door. As I opened the door, a gorgeous lady with two girlfriends stood in front of me pointing a gun.
They told me to strip and put on the skirt they laid on the bed - which surprisngly was my size. Then they had me put on the boots and blouse. I was then turned around and tight rope tied my hands together behind me. A gag was forced into my mouth and I was pushed out of the room into the corridor to the lift. I was "escorted" into the lift and forced to my knees. They took me to the car, still suitably tied up. The lead girl then started to shackle my feet and put a hood on me. Half an hour later, I arrived at the castle and was led hobbling into the lounge. Aunt Mavis and Rachel's mother were there - and I was forced onto my knees in front of her. "Well done Gemma" her mother said and then I realised that Rachel had another sister. |
| Name: | Jason |
| Comments: | One morning, Rachel's mother came down to breakfast and asked me if I would be her escort to the Club that evening. Only stipulation was that I had to wear a skirt.
I went upstairs and put on the red skirt she had laid out. The maid tied my hands behind my back - as was usual Strange I thought as we travelled in the taxi - a women's club. When we arrived, I was taken into a small room where I was searched for contraband. I was then tightly re-bound, ball gagged, blindfolded and returned to my owner - Susie, Rachel's mother. Hobbling down the corridor - in six inch heeled boots, I was taken to the gym where my hands were released and my blindfold taken off. "You will be wrestling with Jen this evening" Susie said. I looked at Jen and realsied this was a mismatch. She was a gorgeous Amazon, tingling with muscle wearing a short leather skirt - very much like Xena on TV. I got into the ring rather reluncatntly and heard there were bets on how quickly Jen could tie me up. I advanced to the centre of the ring and Jen grabbed my outstretched hand and whisked it behind my back. I went forward on my knees and she pushed me to the ground and sat on me. It was a no contest. She had rope dangling from her waist and soon had both my wrists tied tightly together behind me and in a flash I was hogtied. "One minute, ten" said one of the bystanders. "Bit slow by your standards Jen." I was released and escorted from the ring to the red room There I was tied up Japanese style. Jen took the rope, laid it in the middle across my neck, (having first tied a loop off in the middle) and wound it around my arms to my wrists. She then twisted my wrists behind my back and tied them together with the ends of the rope and then connected the rope ends with the loop dangling from the middle of my neck. I was then led into the main room where I was paraded around and a score was made of the ropework. I noticed a number a girls and crossdressers similarly tied up. We came last and I found myself released and told that as Jen lost, I could tie her up that evening. I took her wrists behind her back and tied them tightly - she winced. I then took her to one of the side rooms and pushed her on the bed and hog tied her. I removed her shoes and tickled her until she submitted. We had a great night together. What happened to Rachel's mother? I saw her tied tightly to a pole in the middle of the main hall, with some Amazon torturing her with a feather. At the end of the evening Rachel's mother was returned to the taxi, hands tied behind her. I was free and so got to escort her into the castle. Once in the castle, I had my revenge. I took her to her room, ball gagged her and hogtied her - and thn had fun. In the morning I released her |
| Name: | Susie |
| Comments: | My turn to write.
As Jason says I love men in skirts. One weekend, I was due at a BDSM Fetish convention but the catch was I had to bring a prisoner. The choice was Jason or Rachel. Rachel volunteered Jason and he was taken upstairs and the maid suitably dressed him in a blue velvet skirt and red silk blouse. Don't men look gorgeous in skirts. I wore the black silky skirt with white blouse as suggested on the programme We drove to the hotel and went in. But to my surprise, I was taken into the small room and tightly tied up and gagged. I had made a mistake and the black skirt indicated prisoner status. Leg irons were attached to my boots and I was brought back hobbling to the main entrance. Jason just laughed and said: "You should read the invitation better next time" He tied a rope around my waist and guided me into one of the small rooms. There he tied me tightly to a pole in the centre of the room and started fondling my breasts. I could see he was aroused as he kissed me tenderly. Suddenly two women burst in and seized him. "In this club, men are always tied up" one said. Jason was quickly subdued and tied to the same post as me with his wrists tied across my front. There we were left for an hour. How he played with me that evening - it was so exciting. At the end of the evening, we were released but almost immediately Jason had his hands retied behind his back and I tied the same rope he had used for me around his waist. We returned to the castle, where I had him helpless for the rest of the evening. I'll leave you to guess what I did with him............. |
| Name: | Rachel |
| Comments: | Jason and Mum have told me about this site and so I thought I'd add my bit too
Before I met Jason, Mum and Aunty Mavis often used to tie me up. But after Jason came, they switched to him Somehow Mum thinks men in skirts look brilliant. Having tricked Jason into wearing a kilt when he first met Mum, we connived to get him to wear skirts too. One evening he came round and went upstairs to change into his kilt when Sofie our maid suggested a skirt be laid out instead. When Jason got to the room he was shocked - a kilt was OK - but a skirt was for women. But Sofie sweet-talked him saying she would lose her job if he didn't and fluttered her eyelids at him. She even turned the sob-story on telling him that she had to tie him up too otherwise Mum would sack her. And he fell for it. Sofie tied him up - and wow - how effectively. Wrists together behind his back and elbows too. She then wound a piece of rope around his torso tying it off at the top of the skirt. She then tied his ankles together leaving enough rope for him to walk in those 6 inch heel boots and she escorted him down to Mum. Mum was gobsmacked - and made Jason kneel down in front of her. He was then forced to lie on his stomach in front of the roaring fire and then hogtied. She then turned him on his side and lay down next to him and tongue kissed him and played with him - arousing him but stopping just short of him cumming. She the released his legs and led him up to my bedroom - where I was allowed to play with Jason - and how I wound him up. He was pleading with me in the end to let him cum. Aunt Mavis snuck into the room later on and seeing what I was doing overpowered me and tied my hands and feet behind my back next to him on the bed - so we were both facing each other side by side. She stroked by skirt down and then connected our necks together with a rope so we were within kissing range. She then played with us - teasing me unmercifully and arousing me. Jason she aroused too - then disconnected our necks and left us both hogtied on our stomachs. The next morning, Mum came in and said she needed two servants for lunch and would either of us like to volunteer and so be freed - otherwise we could spend the day like this. Not much of a choice but we agreed - and both of us had to dress up in a frilly French Maid's dress for the day. Jason looked superb. However when Jason wasn't working, I was allowed to handcuff his hands behind his back and play with him. By the end of the day he was exhausted - and after the last guest went I tied him to the post in the lounge - on his knees. He dropped into bed at 10.00pm and fell off to sleep. I wonder what he dreamt of............... |
| Name: | Gemma |
| Comments: | Let me get in on the act too.
Mum and Rachel told me about this site and they have written on it as has Jason. I share my mum's fetish of men wearing skirts looking lovely - especially if they are tied up and helpless. Perhaps it is a genetically inherited fetish. Having kidnapped Jason (as he told you earlier) I did the same to my Rachel's second boyfriend Bob. However, I wore a mask and me and the girls overpowered him one night at the hotel he was staying in We knocked on his door that evening and said we were "room service" - at 10pm at night - what a fool. As soon as we got in, I drew a gun and he put his hands up. The girls expertly stripped him and dressed him in a brown midi skirt and white blouse. They also put 6 inch heel boots on him - and then proceeded to handcuff his hands behind him tightly. We then hooded him and took him into the corridor and down in the lift. As I was still wearing my policewoman's uniform - skirt and boots etc, I told reception that we had just arrested a thief and were taking him down to the station for questioning. He struggled but the three of us had him easily under control and placed him in our police car. We drove down the road into the Underground garage where my normal car was - and we switched him into that and drove to the castle. Poor guy was really frightened when he saw Rachel - as we had tied her up and ball gagged her too - locked so no one who didn't have the key coudl open it - sitting in a chair unable to help him or get free. Eventually we freed him and told him it was Rachel's idea of a joke. As Rachel was tightly gagged, she could say nothing intelligible - and so we let him take her upstairs - still tied up and gagged where he took his revenge. We heard her squealing unintelligibly into the night as she was very ticklish and she could not tell him that it was all my idea ................................. |
| Name: | Jennifer |
| Comments: | As Jason told you we met at the Club.
And, as he said, I overpowered him and tied him up in just over a minute. I then took him over to the Japanese bondage competition, which I lost - on purpose because I really fancied being tied up by him. He looked so gorgeous in his skirt and blouse - it just turned me on. Having lost the competition, I was tied up by the Club enforcer (men are not allowed to tie up women in this club) by having my wrists tied behind me in a reverse missionary position and shackles around my boots limiting how fast or far I coudl walk. Jason took me to the prisoner's room laid me on the bed then put his hand up my leather skirt and wow how that turned me on. Not content with having me like this - at the end of the evening Amy, a girl who had a crush on me asked if she could have me for the night No problem Jason said becasue he was going to deal with Susie that night. And as I was still tied up there was nothing I could do Amy hooded me and took me to her car and then off to her home. I was forced into the house - and although I am strong, when you are seriously tied up, you are as weak as a lamb. I was laid on my back on the bed and my legs spreadeagled to the corners of the bed. Then Amy mounted me - and I was tortured for the rest of the evening until she fell asleep on me Thanks Jason, there will be a payback time |
| Name: | Sofie |
| Comments: | I had never heard of the Vixen's Club until that morning.
Madam (Susie) was out but the rest of the crowd was in - including Jason in his boots and kilt I thought I heard the sirens in the distance but within 2 minutes there was police car at the front of the house Four beautiful policewomen, all in their uniforms with freshly pressed blue skirts and jackets and wearing shiny boots jumped out. They dashed into the house and overpowered us, that is Miss Gemma, Miss Rachel, Master Jason, Mistress Jennifer and Mistress Amy. I made a dash for it but was unceremoniously dumped on the floor tripped up with a truncheon. I was then handcuffed and taken back into the room and forced to my knees with the others who had all been handcuffed and now were on their knees. I was ball gagged becasue I had tried to escape. We were all lined up - and made to kneel straight for 15 minutes. We were not allowed to speak - for fear of being whacked with a truncheon Then the Chief Inspector came in and addressed us: "You are being investigated for being part of a slave trading ring" she said and then laughed. We all went pale until Madam came in: "Lori", she said to the Chief Inspector; "It's time to spill the beans." "It's 1st April today" Lori replied " And Susie wanted me to play this trick on you. Susie and I are great friends at the Vixens Club - a club dedicated to promoting women and their rights." She turned to the policewoman and said " OK, girls you can release them - except that young man. He's mine." And with that all of us were released except Jason, who was taken away in the police car, still handcuffed and now leg shacked and ball gagged with my ball gag. He was released the next morning from Inspector Lori's house after a quite eventful night............ These policewomen can be quite merciless when they want to be |
| Name: | Chris |
| E-mail address: | chrisj_88@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | When I was about 16 my mother and dad divorced. He was running around with a secretary at work and she got pregnant. My mom was 38, and about 5'4", 130lbs and very busty. I thought she looked like Tanya Danille the bondage model.
She cried alot and kind of let herself go in the first two months after the divorce. I came home one day and she had called in sick to work and hadnt gotten out of her robe all day. I really tore into her and had her clean the house that night. I helped her but I made sure she cleaned alot of the mess up. I told her she was beautiful and had to snap out of it. I even hit her on the bottom once and she jumped and looked at me. I then told her I was going to punish her for letting herself go and she just looked at me. I got up the next morning and checked my ropes and a ballgag I had gotten on ebay (yes you can order ballgags on ebay). When I got home I made dinner and when she got home I told her to go up and change for dinner. I had laid out a short very short black skirt, stockings, her highest heels and a blouse that was really tight. She came downstairs about 15 minutes later with this strange look on her face and in the outfit. I didn't say anything except to serve dinner and tell her how beautiful she looked. She was blushing and I poured her some wine and she drank two glasses. After dinner we both cleaned up and I told her to sit in the chair. She looked nervous and I told her I was going to punish her for what happened. I was going to tie her to the chair. She didnt say anything but I noticed she was breathing very hard. I pulled her hands behind her and quickly tied them and cinched the knot twice. I then put rope around her elbows and pulled them closer together. Her elbows got within about 4" without really seeing her strain so I cinched it there. Then I tied her waist to the chair tight. I loved that look and I told her how good she looked. I took some pictures and showed them to her. She asked for more wine so I poured a glass and let her sip it. I felt pretty bold then as she was drinking from my hand so I asked her how big her breasts were. When she said 38E I almost dropped the wine. (I will finish later if you like it). It was alot of fun. |
| Name: | Susie |
| Comments: | I had a soft spot for Sofie but does she looked beautiful tied up.
One evening I told her to go and get changed - the clothes were on the bed in Jason's room Jason was there too - already skirted and bound by Rachel Sofie was then dressed in a red midi leather skirt and matching boots and released the hogtie on Jason and took him downstairs. We took them both to the courtyard and they both got into the car but first Sofie was tied up and she was stretched across my knee where I carressed her. We took them out for a drive, with their hands tied to the Vixen Club. I released Sofie and she escorted a bound Jason into the Club She was asigned one of the rooms and I have never seen a girl be able to get a man to climax without going but she did this for a full hour. I then tied Sofie's hands behind her - and this time she was ballgagged and then we (Jason, Sofie and I) left. "Sofie - that was your treat for being so good" I said and she beamed. When we arrived back at the hall, we released Jason but left Sofie tied up. "Jason, you too have been good and she's yours for the evening". Sofie blanched and and with that Jason took her upstairs. Jason climbed on top of her - still in his skirt and began to nibble her ear. He ran his hands all over her and then hogtied her. It was time to pay her back we heard her squeals into the night.................. |
| Name: | Rowena |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xrbhiy_revidmarvilgirl01_shortfilms |
| Comments: | HOW TO LOSE A BEAUTIFUL WIFE WITHOUT EVEN TRYING
It was the first day of our honeymoon and we were travelling on the SS Marie Celeste. My gorgeous wife looked stunning in her black slinky skirt blouse and red jumper and black shiny boots. She dressed just as I liked her The wind drifted through her hair as she sauntered along the deck and it could have been heaven. The Marie Celeste was also carrying seven white Miss World contestants and besides Jenny and me there were no other white people on board. the crew consiusted of our black Captain and three other crew members Suddenly there was a crash into the side of the ship and a number of pirates sprang aboard. I was surprised to see they were all pretty women - I guess they too believed in equal opportunities for women - dressed in skirts and boots and carrying submachine guns. They quickly rustled up the women on board planning to take them to sell on as white slaves at Mogadishu, as time was short. The Captain of the SS Marie Celeste and the crew jumped overboard and were allowed to swim to land. The Pirates rounded up the white Miss World Contestants and my pretty wife Jenny. Each one of them had their hands tied behind their back very quickly and were each gagged with a ball gag including my Jenny. I tried to intervene but a gun was put to my head. " Stay out of this" the pretty pirate said "Or we will simply shoot you" "But you don't need my wife" I cried. But as luck would have it - Jenny was the Pirate Captain's own special choice. And the Pirate Captain was a buxom woman, very pretty herself, with a lesbian taste for pretty women and an even bigger taste for money!! She stood arms akimbo in her black leather boots with her skirt fluttering in the breeze . " If you know what's good for you, you'll jump overboard and swim to land like the other men have done" the Pirate Captain said At that moment one of the Pirate crew came up from the cabins - having gone through the clothes in all the cabins - holding a black skirt, white blouse red jumper and black shiny boots size 8 (my size surprisingly - but then I found out lter that that pirate had previouslyt works for a boo stor and had the ability to gauge size simply by seeing the subject) ""Capt'n, how about making him look like a girl too" she said: "He looks pretty enough to pass for a girl at the market and CDs sell well in Mogadishu." The Captain smiled, paused and looked me in the eye. "Yes what agood idea. If you are so keen to be with your wife, so be it" And with that I was forced to change into the skirt, blouse jumper and boots (with a gun to my head) before being quickly bound and gagged myself. I was taken off the ship with Jenny and the seven other white contestants and we were all "stored", hogtied in the hold of the ship - except for Jenny Jenny was reserved for the Captain's cabin She was taken into her cabin and roughly tied to the post in the centre of the room, helpless to await the Captain's return. It was later that evening that the Captain returned to her cabin - sufficiently eniebriated after this quick success - and she started to play with Jenny. It was a painful eveing for Jenny I was told by the crew hoping to add to my discomfort. During the night we were all hooded and we travelled like this for the next few days - having the hoods removed only to feed and water us - and take us to the bathroom. In Mogadishu, we were all taken to the market. Jenny was one of the first to be sold to a local Arab chief and I never saw Jenny again. I was sold as a Cross Dresser (I was tightly gagged so I could not say anything to protest) for a very high price to a white woman with distinctly kinky and fetish tastes. At the end of the sale, we slaves were all hooded and transported to our new "homes". Two of the Miss World Contestants came to the same ranch as me. All three of us were taken to a barn, where we were quartered in horses stables on straw. The two girls were forced to change out of their beautiful dresses and each wear a black skirt - midi length, black boots and a blouse and red jumper - just as I had been forced to wear. We were then shackled to the rings in the walls of the stables - usually used to tie the horses too and our hands were re-bound - forcing us each into a reverse prayer position - which makes it extremely difficult to go on resisting. The mistress of the house came down to the stables with her black maid - a fierce Amazon of a woman and she gave me to the Maid. I was untied from the ring and led up to the Maid's bedroom where I was forced on to the bed (bum sunny side up) and my ankles were spreadeagled apart on top of the bed. I was helpless when she came to bed............... (Shall I continue with the tortures she had for me?) |
| Name: | Rowena |
| Comments: | THE ESCAPE
The black Maid (I called her the Amazon) would regularly wrestle with me. She always brought one or two guards - just in case I got the upper hand but I never did. She would stand me up, ungag me and untie me. We would then circle the stable until she could catch hold one of my hands. She would delight in whisking my arm behind my back and forcing me to my knees and then she would place her knee in the middle of my back as she forced me down on my stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as I howled like a girl. Then she would demand the other arm be presented - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until I put the other behind my back quickly to ease the pain. Once tied, she would put a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) on with the bit in my mouth and proceed to ride me, her skirt caressing my bound arms as she rode up and down. I would then be yanked to my feet and taken to the buggy where I would be harnessed to it. She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (you will see why I always describe what the women wear later) would go for a ride - with me pulling the buggy. This was exhausting in the heat and I would come back drenched after 3 hours. I would be stripped off and hosed down and then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, boots and blouse). Some days when the weather wasn't so good, we dispensed with the buggy ride but life wasn't any easier. I would be taken to the dungeon where I was suspended by my arms behind me back - one can only survive that for max 2 mines - standing just on tiptoe. She would then stand and caress my hair - that was now quite long and had been cut to make me look like a girl - while I suffered and then I would be released. Occasionally I would be strung up by my ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind me with the skirt over my face for ten minutes, while she again caressed my hair. She seemed to have a long hair fetish. And, of course, if she got out of bed on the wrong side, I could be whipped but that wasn't often and not too hard. This routine went in for months until one morning my owner's sister Fiona came down to the stables. Wow, was she pretty in her brown leather skirt and matching boots and white blouse - and she carried a black whip with her all the time. She had wonderful blonde hair and had sparkling eyes and a seductively beautiful smile She approached me and said she had persuaded her sister to make a present of me to her for her twenty fifth birthday. The deal was that I come back to the US with her (my passport had been part of the deal at the auction) as her personal assistant for her club the "Vixens Club". I would have to sign a contract of my own free will and the only "strange" clause was that my uniform which I had to wear at all times as a skirt, blouse and boots. Given my present predicament, I agreed and the papers were freely signed and notarised (I went into the notary's office in my own male clothes - but my mistress' guards armed with guns accompanied us (- for protection!!)). I then travelled back with Fiona to the States and went to her ranch in Arizona, where the Club was. There I found all the staff suitably skirted and booted in a uniform - black skirt, black shiny boots and a red blouse. Any members who came to use the facilities - also had to be skirted and booted but the blouse could be any colour than red. The Vixen Club celebrated skirts and boots - and was protected from outsiders by huge walls and guards (suitable skirted and booted) with guns with live ammo. Most of them were ex Special Forces. You didn't want to mess with them. I was Fiona's PA, and to make sure I showed no stubble on my face each morning a beauty specialist came in - again she had to be skirted and booted to treat my moustache and beard electrolytically so I would appear as a woman. As I had not heavy growth of beard, I never had a 5 o'clock shadow. I was always at Fiona's side around the Club, though I could be bought for special services by special friends of hers. Most of the time this would entail being tightly tied up on the bed, so they could play with me until they cummed off. Sometimes I would be tied to a post as part of the furniture while the clients took "afternoon tea". As they have my contract - I have to go along - and if one is honest what else can I do. My old life is gone and Jenny too. I heard later that the Marie Celeste was found abandoned in the Indian Ocean three days after our abduction and it was assumed that the ship had turned turtle in a violent storm and everyone was drowned and had then righted itself later. The only living being found on the ship was the ship's cat -who couldn't have told the real tale. We had all been declared dead and massive insurance claims paid out. And anyway, how could I escape? I ahve been renamed Rowena and I only answer to that now. All I am ever allowed to wear is a skirt blouse and boots - and at night my wrists are always tied behind my back as I sleep in the spare bed in Fiona's room. If I try to talk to her and she doesn't want to talk I am simply gagged. And believe it or not I am beggining to enjoy it. Fiona has come into the room so I have to sign off now Love Rowena |
| Name: | Rowena |
| Comments: | THE ESCAPE
The black Maid (I called her the Amazon) would regularly wrestle with me. She always brought one or two guards - just in case I got the upper hand but I never did. She would stand me up, ungag me and untie me. We would then circle the stable until she could catch hold one of my hands. She would delight in whisking my arm behind my back and forcing me to my knees and then she would place her knee in the middle of my back as she forced me down on my stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as I howled like a girl. Then she would demand the other arm be presented - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until I put the other behind my back quickly to ease the pain. Once tied, she would put a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) on with the bit in my mouth and proceed to ride me, her skirt caressing my bound arms as she rode up and down. I would then be yanked to my feet and taken to the buggy where I would be harnessed to it. She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (you will see why I always describe what the women wear later) would go for a ride - with me pulling the buggy. This was exhausting in the heat and I would come back drenched after 3 hours. I would be stripped off and hosed down and then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, boots and blouse). Some days when the weather wasn't so good, we dispensed with the buggy ride but life wasn't any easier. I would be taken to the dungeon where I was suspended by my arms behind me back - one can only survive that for max 2 mines - standing just on tiptoe. She would then stand and caress my hair - that was now quite long and had been cut to make me look like a girl - while I suffered and then I would be released. Occasionally I would be strung up by my ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind me with the skirt over my face for ten minutes, while she again caressed my hair. She seemed to have a long hair fetish. And, of course, if she got out of bed on the wrong side, I could be whipped but that wasn't often and not too hard. This routine went in for months until one morning my owner's sister Fiona came down to the stables. Wow, was she pretty in her brown leather skirt and matching boots and white blouse - and she carried a black whip with her all the time. She had wonderful blonde hair and had sparkling eyes and a seductively beautiful smile She approached me and said she had persuaded her sister to make a present of me to her for her twenty fifth birthday. The deal was that I come back to the US with her (my passport had been part of the deal at the auction) as her personal assistant for her club the "Vixens Club". I would have to sign a contract of my own free will and the only "strange" clause was that my uniform which I had to wear at all times as a skirt, blouse and boots. Given my present predicament, I agreed and the papers were freely signed and notarised (I went into the notary's office in my own male clothes - but my mistress' guards armed with guns accompanied us (- for protection!!)). I then travelled back with Fiona to the States and went to her ranch in Arizona, where the Club was. There I found all the staff suitably skirted and booted in a uniform - black skirt, black shiny boots and a red blouse. Any members who came to use the facilities - also had to be skirted and booted but the blouse could be any colour than red. The Vixen Club celebrated skirts and boots - and was protected from outsiders by huge walls and guards (suitable skirted and booted) with guns with live ammo. Most of them were ex Special Forces. You didn't want to mess with them. I was Fiona's PA, and to make sure I showed no stubble on my face each morning a beauty specialist came in - again she had to be skirted and booted to treat my moustache and beard electrolytically so I would appear as a woman. As I had not heavy growth of beard, I never had a 5 o'clock shadow. I was always at Fiona's side around the Club, though I could be bought for special services by special friends of hers. Most of the time this would entail being tightly tied up on the bed, so they could play with me until they cummed off. Sometimes I would be tied to a post as part of the furniture while the clients took "afternoon tea". As they have my contract - I have to go along - and if one is honest what else can I do. My old life is gone and Jenny too. I heard later that the Marie Celeste was found abandoned in the Indian Ocean three days after our abduction and it was assumed that the ship had turned turtle in a violent storm and everyone was drowned and had then righted itself later. The only living being found on the ship was the ship's cat -who couldn't have told the real tale. We had all been declared dead and massive insurance claims paid out. And anyway, how could I escape? I ahve been renamed Rowena and I only answer to that now. All I am ever allowed to wear is a skirt blouse and boots - and at night my wrists are always tied behind my back as I sleep in the spare bed in Fiona's room. If I try to talk to her and she doesn't want to talk I am simply gagged. And believe it or not I am beggining to enjoy it. Fiona has come into the room so I have to sign off now Love Rowena |
| Name: | Polly |
| Homepage URL: | http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xofsw4_jasmine-secretary_sexy#rel-page-6 |
| Comments: | Rowena
I came across your wife - you said she was sold at the slave auction in Mogadishu. I was working for an Arab Sheik for many years in Mogadishu - and I recall him buying her - I remember it because it was such a strange buy. She was wearing - unlike any other slave we ever bought - a black skirt, red top (and red pullover - in that heat)and shiny black boots. All pretty designer stuff - so we knew she was something special. Must have been around 19995 And she was given special treatment! What she did to deserve it I don't know She could be bought for "special services" by special friends of the Sheik's. Most of the time these "special services" would entail no more than being tightly tied up on the bed on her stomach with her legs spreadeagled, so they could "play" with her until they were sexually satisfied. Usually she was respected but not always. What made her so atrractive to these men? I think it was to find a girly girl, skirted and booted in the desert and so I think she was rented out quite expensively. Yet she was given to some of the worst perverts as well. i) For example one day she was brought hooded into the room with Abdullah - she was generally only given to men. Abdullah then caught hold of one of her hands as she stretched her hands out to feel where she was. He then whisked her arm behind her back and forcing her to her knees as she squealed in pain. He placed his knee in the middle of her back as she was forced down on her stomach, wrenching the arm almost out of the socket as she howled in agony. Then he would demand the other arm be presented immdeiately - always giving a little "encouragement" by twisting the captured arm until she put the other behind her back quickly to ease the pain. She was then tied up - reverse prayer position I recall - and was fitted with a horse bit and harness (suited modified to fit a human head) with the the bit fitted into her mouth. Abdullah placed her on a table and sat on her riding her. The pain in having the bit yanked in her mouth was such as to draw blood. ii) On another occassion she was taken to the buggy and harnnesed to it her hands tied behind her - which made pulling the buggy far more strenuous as she has nothing to hold on - not even the hraness she was pulling. She and one of the beautiful skirted and booted guards (obviously as a punishment) were harnessed together in a buggy and were taken for a ride - pulling a buggy with four twenty stone men in over rough terrain. The two woman were regularly whipped if they did not pull hard enough. This was exhausting in the heat and she and the tortured guard came back drenched after 3 hours. Both were stripped off and hosed down. The guard was then released but Jenny, (your wife Rowena), was then dressed in a fresh set of ironed clothes (skirt, jumper -oh the heat must have been unbearable-and boots). She was then hooded which made her plight even worse as she gasped for breath with her hands tied behind her - to stop her removing the hood. iii) On an other occasion, she was taken to the dungeon where she was suspended by her arms behind her back - for ten minutes - standing just on tiptoe. She told me that was agony as your muscles start to seize up. iv) Again on an other occassion, she was strung up by her ankles and left hanging - hands tied behind her back with the skirt over her face and whipped for ten minutes - and I mean whipped. The man seemed to be turned on by her howls of agaony v) There was one case only when she was given to a woman (or shall I say the woman was entertained while Jenny was present). Jenny's torso was tightly tied to a thick post in the middle of the room, the rope being tied to accentuate her breasts (after the blouse and jumper had been removed) but the skirt and boots would be free of rope so she would be "part of the furniture" while the clients took "afternoon tea". I remember Abdullah coming in and going up to her. Her face froze in absolute fear as he bent down and started licking her breasts and then started to bite them hard. She screamed as the blood flowed and a strong security guard had to be called to avoid Abdullah biting her breast off and killing her. I have never heard a woman scream so loudly and so fearfully and for so long as I did that afternoon. But then the breasts are the most senstive area of our body. vi) I don't know what it was with Abdullah - but as he was his father's favorite son, he persuaded the Sheik to give Jenny to him for his 25th birthday. What happened to her after that I don't know. What caused Abdullah to be so sadistic to her, I don't know? After all he was always so gentle with me. But perhaps it was becasue I am black. I guess you'll never give up looking for her. If you do find her alive, give her Polly's love and tell her I so wanted to help her but I was fearful of reprisals -especially from Abdullah With love Polly |
| Name: | Ben |
| Comments: | I had coffee with my Aunt Anna. When we were alone, I asked her if she remember when we played tie up games when I was young. As soon as I mentioned it, she kicked off her shoes and put her feet onto my lap. She's still very attractive and I found myself wanting to tie her up right there and then. She then told me that she enjoyed being the center of attention from us kids and liked the idea that some man would risk something to save her. She and my Uncle are not that close any more and she's mostly living on her own. I asked her if it would be weird if I wanted to tie her up right now. She said, "Yes it would be." but then went got up from my lap and left to what I thought was to get us more coffee. But she never came back. A few minutes past and I suddenly hear her "MMmfffing" from her bedroom, what sounds like, "melp fee, mennn". I get up go to her room and find her bound and gagged with pantyhose, scarfs and tights. She's lying on her bed slowly kicking her tan colored pantyhose legs that are tied at the ankles with a nude color pair and at the ankles with a dark brown colored pair of stockings/pantyhose. Her hands are tied in front with another pair. She's gagged with a pair of black tights over her mouth. She looks very seductive because she's squirming and wrinkling at me, as she struggles against binds that don't look like they are that tight. I hop into the bed with her and start to untie her hands. This is weird for sure, but I am mesmerized by her need to please me. She rubs her bound legs together and pulls her hands away and with her tied hands, hikes up her skirt. I get nervous but right then the doorbell rings. She then calls for help and giggles. I got scared and grabbed another pair of hose and stuffed her mouth then tied the tights tighter to keep them in. I then took her bound hands and hooped the hose over an arch of the bed post and tied another pair over them keeping her in place. The bell rang again and she kicked her legs up, which then caused me to tie another pair from her ankles to the opposing bedpost stretching her across the bed. She moaned and tugged away. I looked her over seeing a gorgeous woman giving me these pleading eyes. I went to the door and it was a package being delivered. The man asked if Anna was home and I told him that she wasn't and would be back later. I signed for the parcel and came back into the room. Aunt Anna was moaning and nodding towards her legs and feet. I told her that she was going to get me in real trouble but as I did, I put my hands on her thighs and felt her silky legs. I then untied her feet from the post and began to rub them in my lap. The whole things was very special to me and reminded me of when I was younger. Her hands got loose and she wrapped them over my head pulling me to her. I turned towards her and she was able to rub off the gag. She spat out the hose then kissed me gently and asked to be untied. I did so and she gave me a huge hug and started to cry. She then told me that she missed a man's touch and she was not doing any good for me. she said that my mom and aunts all knew about my weakness to ladies wearing pantyhose bound and gagged and she was taking advantage of my fetish for her own selfish reasons. We laid together for several hours and she allowed me to feel her hose legs through out. After she got up, patted me on the knee and asked me to get ready to head home as she was going to drive me home. She got changed and told me that she was sorry for putting me in that position. I told her it was ok and that I understand. The drive home was fairly quiet. She gave me a hug and told me to come and visit her next week. When she said this she put a pair of tan hose into my pant pocket and rubbed them in. I came back into my house and then called up my mother telling her, not about the bondage, but about how Aunt Anna seemed very sad and allow. Then mom said, "I am glad that you went to see her. she was always so found of you ever. She always calls you her little hero. Ever since you rescued her. She talked about being a helpless damsel in distress and you coming to rescue her." While mom said this, I smelt the hose and knew I would be back the next week. I then talked to mom about about the times she was bound and gagged, which were a few. Mom asked if I was still into that sort of thing. To which I lied and said no, that it was only just a phase but that I still remember it fondly. Mom then told me about another time she was bound and gagged that I didn't know about. I will save that one for later. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Ben, I would love to hear more! Keep up the fantastic work! |
| Name: | Jason Ravenscar |
| Comments: |
It was my last year at Uni and I went over to my girlfriend Jenny's flat. She and her three close friends, Lucinda, Gemma and Cindy were there playing cards They were all beautifully dressed - skirted and booted as they were part of the Vixen's Club - a Club dedicated to women always looking their best in skirts and boots - a reaction to the scruffy student jeans and teeshirt look. I sat down and got myself a coffee and we got talking. At some stage - I think it was Gemma who said it - "Why do guys always think of us as the weaker sex?" I replied " Because you are!" "Do you think so" said Jenny "Let's see, you can wrestle with Cindy" "Fine" I said "You're on" and I got up to wrestle. Jenny said: "Whoaa - it has to be fair. You have to wear exactly what Cindy is wearing. Like for like." I sat down "I have no intention of getting skirted and booted" "Chicken" they all said in unison. After teasing me a bit, I relectantly agreed and they got me the kit out A black skirt, tights, boots and a silk blouse. As I was about Gemma's size they were Gemma's clothes and surprisingly too her boots fitted me. Just putting on the tights and then the skirt really was quite a turn on. Just feeling the tights on the hairs of my legs was sensational. Gemma's boots had six inch heels that put me at a great disadvantage as I could not stand up easily. I came out into the sitting room and they all clapped. My long hair and lack of beard made me look quite girly and Jenny said: " You have to wear lipstick and mascara like Cindy too" So Jenny took some lipstick out and mascara and "dolled me up". "You look really sweet" Gemma said " I quite fancy you. By the way, the loser will be tied up for a couple of hours." I'd gone this far so I could hardly quit now. I was facing off against Cindy but what I didn't know was Cindy was a practised wrestler. Gemma chimed the bell and we circled each other in the room - except I slipped in the 6 inch heel boots. Cindy was lightening fast behind me and put one arm around my throat and her knee into the back of mine. I fell on my knees, and she released the choke hold, pushed me on my stomach, and - as I fell - she sat on my back. It took the wind out of me and, as I placed my hands on the floor to lever myself up, she seized one of my wrists with both her hands and twisted it behind my back. It went into a hammerlock and she pushed it up into a " reverse prayer mode position". Wow it was pianful. "Tap" Cindy said " And I have won" The horrible girl applied more and more pressure until I could bear it no longer. I tapped. My other wrist was then brought behind my back and the wrists were tied and the excess rope tied around my waist. Lucinda then tied my feet and knees together - and then the four of them sat around me - having pulled my skirt down flat again - so tied up and played cards on my back. "Yes, I think I agree with him" Lucinda said "We are the weaker sex" and they all laughed. "Keep still" Cindy said as I wriggled to try to get loose and she put her hand under my skirt and pinched my bottom - really quite hard. " Do that again and you'll get more of that" " Funny girl " I said " You only won because I could not walk in these boots., The fight was unfair" " He's talking too much" Jenny said " Let's gag him" And with that they took out a ball gag and said "Open wide or we'll pinch your nose" I had no choice and they fastened the ball gag in tightly. "Comfortable?" Cindy laughed and slid her hand under my skirt again and pinched my bottom. She then lifted the skirt up and gave me an almighty whack. "Behave yourself" she commanded And they played cards that afternoon. The winner Lucinda won me for the evening and night and took me to her bedroom tied and gagged. As Jenny went to bed, she knocked on Lucinda's door. "Mind if I give him a goodnight kiss" she said " Be my guest" Lucinda replied and grabbed my hair (as I was hogtied on her bed and twisted my head around to allow Jenny to kiss me.) As Jenny bowed down to kiss me, Gemma and Cindy snuck into the room and pounched on Lucinda. They twisted her arms behind her back and tied them there. They then hogtied and gagged her and left her on the bed - (still in her skirt and boots) tied up next to me Turning to Cindy, Jenny said: "That should keep him faithful to me tonight, don't you think girls?" Lucinda was furious - but what could she do. She had won me - but could not enjoy the fruits of her labour - and I know that she had a crush on me (but I only found that out later). Actually it was really good fun as we tried to help each other escape - and she was able to roll over enough to allow me to release her hogtie. As she rolled further over, I loosened her bonds until she got her ahns free and then she untied her legs. But would she help me - hell no. I remained gagged hogtied and to add insult to injory, Lucinda hooded me too. And she still enjoyed slipping her hand under my skirt to pinch me as she massage other parts of me. But that is another story |
| Name: | Ben |
| Comments: | I have read a lot of pantyhose bondage stories and even though I am a huge fan, the reason why I like it is foreign to me. But I was lucky to get a story that mom told me, which explains how pantyhose tie up games became a thing in our family.
Mom recently told me a story while we were having coffee about a day back in the late seventies when I was too young to remember. My mom had gone shopping with me and a neighbour's kid that she was babysitting. When she came back to the house she tried to carry several bags and walk us at the same time, she ended up losing a couple of bags to the sidewalk. This strange young man ran up from the sidewalk and grabbed the dropped back and walked them in with mom. He put them into the kitchen and mom thought he was just a nice young teenage boy. However, the boy grabbed a kitchen knife and then asked mom for the keys to her car. Mom said that he walked me and the other kid into a bed room and closed the door behind us. She said that she stayed calm and was able to get calm and controlled as me and the kid were not in harms way. Mom gave him her keys and he then took her by the arm and walked to her to her bedroom. The kid pushed her to the bed and opened a drawer of pantyhose. He grab them and started to tie her up. She said that he was rough with her yet he seemed really nervous. I asked how she was tied and she said "Hands behind back. He tied my ankles together. He stuffed my mouth and tied some pairs over my mouth. The then tied me above my knees and tied my arms around my breasts and stomach." That's when she showed me a couple of Polaroid pics. The boy had bragged about making her helpless and he teased her while he searched the house for more valuables. He took the Polaroid camera and took pics of her bound with her pantyhose and threw them at her. The pictures were amazing. One was a full body shot. She's very angry in the picture and looks like she's screaming at him with her mouth gagged. Mom has a frizzy straight long hair. Pantyhose were every where around her besides the ones she was tied with. She had a striped brun sweater type shirt and a brun mini skirt. her legs dressed in pantyhose, dangling from the edge of the bed. The second picture was of her skirt hiked up and the boy took a picture of her pantyhose and panties underneath. Mom told me that he was a little perv but besides feeling her up did nothing more. He took a bag of stuff, and left her bound and gagged. Mom said that she stayed still for a long time and thought that she would just remain tied and gagged until my dad showed up. But she over heard one of us kids calling for her and her survival instincts kicked in. Mom gave me this great play by play story of how she slipped from the bed, onto the floor and kicked her tied legs to get out of the room and into the kitchen. She said it took a lot of time and strength but was able to get to her feet again and hop to a drawer where she was able to get some scissors and escape. She then got us out of the room and took us to our neighbours where she called to cops. I asked her why she kept the pictures and mom thought for a second and said that it was one of her finest moments. She was very proud of being able to escape. She also said that she liked the way she looked as a damsel in distress. I told her that she looked good in them too. She then showed me again the leg and panties picture and said that she liked that she was tied up with pantyhose because it made her feel sexy. She then told me that after that day she became a hero for surviving and rescuing the kids, although none of us were in any real danger besides mom. However, she took a lot of pleasure telling and retelling that story that year. And one night when she was bragging about escaping, my aunt made the comment, "What, you couldn't escape being tied up with pantyhose without getting scissors?" mom then said that they should make a bet to see if either can escape with out cutting the pantyhose. And so the pantyhose tie up games started in the family. Mom told me that she likes the adventure of having to escape and save herself. She says that a lot of the time she enjoyed being rescued as the pretty damsel in distress as well. I of course asked if she wanted to be tied up again. And the next thing I know she is hopping from her chair and getting changed into a skirt and some pantyhose. She brings me a handfull of pantyhose and giggling places her hands behind her back. I tie them together, gag her by tying hose in her mouth as a think cleave gag, walk her to the couch and tie her ankles. I let her look at the polaroid and show herself in a large mirror. She starts to try and escape and it's fun to watch. The phone rings and it's my Aunt Anna and I use the phrase, "She's a little tied up right now." My Aunt laughs then realizes that consider who's talking, it may not be a joke. Mom mmmffffs from the other room. I invite Anna over to join us and she says that she will see. I can tell that she's not going to come but I am still hopeful. I hang up and go to mom who's gotten her ankles free somehow. I pick her up and carry her to her room, place her gently on the bed. I retie her ankles, and the feel of her reinforced toe pantyhose was amazing, then put her legs into one leg of hose and placed another pair over her head. I watched for a while as she mmmmfffed and struggled and couldn’t get loose. I finally untied her and she was soaked in sweat. She thanked me and said that she didn't have the capabilities of escaping like she use to have and that she would not let herself be tied up anymore. She then kept talking to me telling me other stories that I didn't know happened as she checked each pair of hose I used on her for tears. There were a few pairs that were ruined and she threw them at me asking me to throw them out. I kept them, no surprise, so I could use them on my Aunt Anna again in the future. Mom was a good sport about it and it was fun and very naughty experience. I tried to steal the photos but mom hides them as they give her special feeling seeing herself tied up with pantyhose. But from that first incident, a chain of incidents hit our family and pantyhose tie up games became a thing that only our family did... until I read these stories. |
| Name: | Shon |
| Comments: | Great story, Ben. I hope you write some more stories about your mom. |
| Name: | Lingerie Store Fun |
| Comments: | I had past the outlet lingerie store all of my young life and wanted to look inside. Being 5'6" tall, smooth and well-tanned, with thick dirty blonde hair, big baby blue eyes, and a well-toned 130 pounds and just over eighteen decided to venture inside. I pulled my ten-speed in teh narrow alley between the lingerie store and package store and walked inside. the smell of exotic perfume made the front of my yellow spandex bike shorts tent out slightly as I browsed the narrow ailes stocked with women's underwear. I found myself lost and aroused.
The panty girdles and old fashioned bras seemed to excite me the most, was it because my grandmother wore such items, and even my own mother worried about her big butt and wore support briefs, and then there was Mrs.Sparks, my middle school History teacher, who stood almost 6' tall with flaming red that she wore in a severe bun and a very huge bosom and bigger than average ass that her tight blouses, pencil skirts and pantyhose clad legs got everyone's attention. She was over fifty but never looked more than thirty-five. "Are you sure this one will fit me?" A familiar voice said in the back of teh store. "I special ordered them." A husky female voice reassured the other. "38HH just as we measured last week. I was too curious not to see who wore a 38HH bra and tripped over Legg's pantyhose display rack. A 5'7", absolutely gorgeous blue eyed woman of about 45 with thick curly platinum-blonde hair and a very buxom figure that her light blue knit dress, beige controltop pantyhose, and white 4" pumps showed off perfectly looked down at me. "Can I help you sir?" "Well it feels alright." Mrs. Sparks walked up to the sore manager in just a leopard print bra, that strained to contain her enormous natural wonders and matching thigh length panty girdle. "Oh my a visitor." "A clumsy one at that." The manager helped me to my feet. "Well what brings you in the Lingerie Factory Terry Harper?" Mrs. Hazel Sparks remembered me, but how could she forget I was in her detention class three nights a week. I had to think quickly. I picked up the Legg's eggs and put them back in the rack. "I am working on a project and need some pantyhose." I lied. "Oh." The manager asked suspiciously. "Props for a play I am working on." I lied again. "So you are trying to be a writer." Mrs. Sparks seemed impresed. "Most of your history reports bordered on fiction." "Well it is about a robbery." I was on a roll. "The robber captures a woman and holds her for ransom. Since he breaks into her bedroom used pantyhose to bind and gag her." "Of course." The manager may not have believed me but played along anyway, after all a sale was a sale. "And waht type of pantyhose would she have in her dresser drawer?" The buxom blonde asked. "Now that is where I need your help." I said, feeling more confident by the minute. The two older buxom beauties were at least entertained. "Perhaps you can demonstrate Terry." The former teacher suggested. "I have an idea." The gorgeous blue eyed buxom bombshell dashed into the back room and we followed. She had a box filled with rejects from a bad shipment of pantyhose. "I'll sell this to you for $20.00." "May-be we should see if they will secure a captive?" My old teacher held up a pair of beige pantyhose. "They seem flimsy." "Well it is just for a play." The manager reminded the ultra=buxom redhead. Mrs. Sparks held her well-manicured hands in front of her. "Terry tied me up." It was an offer I couldn't refuse. I wrapped a pair of beige pantyhose around her hands in front of her and then wrapped a pair of suntan pantyhose around her black 3" highheeled ankles and got super erect as I touched the tan thigh high stockings! I swore my erect 8' penis was going to burst out of my spandex shorts. "Of course since you are kidnapping Hazel she must be gagged too." The manage reminded me. I startd to wrap a pair of white tights over her full red lips, but teh blonde stopped me. "Stuff a pair in her mouth first. Like this." Hazel opened her luscious mouth and allowed the store manager to gag her with a pair o suntan pantyhose and then wrapped a pair of white tights over her red lips four times and a pair of beige pantyhose over the them to really effective muffle any coherent speech. "Now that is a gag young man." The woman pointed at her handi-work. Hazel meowed through her effective gag and hopped around the storage room as if she wore really a kidnapped heiress. "Of course if teh maid walked in on you." The manager seemed to enjoy the storyline. "I would have to restrain her too!" I exclaimed and quickly wrapped a pair of shiny black pantyhose around her well-manicured hands. "Please don't gag me with a balck panty girdle the heiress just wore!" The blonde played it right up. I saw the black panty girdle and matching bra laying next to hazel's blouse and skirt. I wasn't a history major, but knew a hint when one was thrown my way. I jammed the worn panty girdle deep in the willing victim's luscious mouth and then wrapped a pair of tan pantyhose over her full pink lips three times and a second pair for good measure. I tied her pencil thin pantyhose clad ankles together and helped the two bound and gagged older beauties sit down and pretended to call the husband. The two buxom beauties acted up in teh metal chairs as I stepped into the bathroom to play with myself! This kidnap stuff was becoming too much for my 8" friend! By the time i got out of the bathroom the two women had freed their hands with a pair of scissors that were on teh counter. "Well that was fun Ann." Hazel gasp a little damp between her well-toned muscular thighs! "Perhaps we can help you with the next part of your play next Saturday?" Ann asked. "I plan to check the script for spelling errors." Hazel warned me. "Of course." I agreed. I left the pantyhose in the store to use the following week. I had a lot of writing to do. The two women tossed few ideas out as I left the store still aroused and happy. |
| Name: | Ben |
| Comments: | So other stories with mom getting tied and gagged. One that I remember was during one of the family games, where several family members were playing this hide and seek type of game. Like many of the stories on this page, the game ended up being a kidnap type of game. I don't remember exactly how it started but my memory kicks in when I came into the living room of our house and see that my two cousins Susie and Charlotte were tied back to back and sitting on the floor. Both Mom and Aunt Collette were also tied, both sat on the couch side by side. Aunt Collette was wearing a grey suit skirt with white top, mom was wearing a summer gown. The two were tied with rope, skipping rope and this white rope and scarves. Both of them had a lot of rope around their bodies and my Aunt's legs stood out as she was wearing shiny beige pantyhose, mom was wearing her tan reinforced toes pantyhose that I could see on her feet but not her legs as her gown as really long. Aunt Collette was gagged with a polka dot handkerchief while mom had a white clothe over the mouth. Why it stood out, was because both mom and Aunt were gagged and tied elaborately while the two cousins only had rope around their arms pinning them together. Both mom and Aunt Collette were mmmmmffffing for help, but in a playful way. What I found out from the cousins was that mom and aunt Collette dare each other to get tied up and try and escape. This was told as though it happens all the time. Both mom and Aunt nodded and rolled their eyes. I left them not really knowing if I was a part of this game or not. I came back later, forgetting that they were still there, and now my aunt was kicking her legs, from nearly being untied, the rest of her was tied up tight. She saw me and mmmfffed and nodded for me to help her. But just before I did, I saw mom. She was no longer in a playful mood, but I assumed it was because Aunt Collette was getting loose and she wasn't. That's when I realized mom's ties had changed. Her gown was now lifted up and exposing her leg. Her legs were bound with pantyhose above and below her knees and another pair by her mid section, with a tucked in gown. As I was gathering what I was seeing, my two cousins came back in giggling at the sight of Aunt Collette's legs getting free. The two then jumped Aunt's legs and tied them like mom's, with the rope on the ground and a pair of hose that they had in their pocket. Both mom and Aunt Collette seemsed to be very well gagged as they tried to call for my help. I watched and loved seeing their legs being tied with more pantyhose and seeing them helpless. I got embarrassed watching and left again. The next time I came back into the room, it was only Aunt Collette there. She was only rolling around on the ground and looked very pissed off. I then ungagged her and she spat out some wrinkled pantyhose. She was spitting at that point in discussed. She told me that sometimes these games go too far. I helped untie her and got a glimpse of her pantyhose up her skirt and as a child that's an exciting moment. She thanked me and ran upstairs. I followed her and we ran into mom's room. Mom was on the bed really kicking and struggling against her ties. When she saw me and Aunt Collette she stopped struggling. Mom was now not wearing her gown at all, but a short white silky nightie. Mom is very tall and at that time, very pretty woman and seeing her bound and the way she was struggling made me excited. We untied her and my aunt covered her with blankets. Mom shook the gag off and spat out some soaked pantyhose and said that it was ok and that I saw the worst already. Once mom was untied she pulled me into her and hugged her.
Years I didn’t know all the details, but in the last while with mom confessing the reasons why she gets tied up with pantyhose all the time, I finally asked her what happened that night. She remembered it not too fondly and said that the neighbour Mr. S (I don’t remember his name and mom didn't either) came over and saw both mom and Aunt Collette tied up. He was told mom's first story because we went their address when it happened. He panicked at first but when he found it was all in good fun, he untied my cousins gave them money to go to the store and locked them out. He went to mom's room and got some of mom's pantyhose, came back and stuffed their mouths. The man untied mom's legs, lifted her skirt and retied them with pantyhose. Mom said that he was feeling her inappropriately. When the cousins came back, they knocked at the window and the man opened the door and let them back in. Mom and Aunt Collette tried to get my cousins to help untie them but the two thought that mom and Aunt Collette's mmmfffing was still playing, as the first gags were not stuffed or tight. I then came up and that's when they retied aunt Collette's legs, but they liked how mom's legs looked and copied the pantyhose tie. When I left, the man came back with the cousins' not in sight. He picked up mom from the couch, and carried her to mom's room. He threatened to hold aunt Collette if mom did anything, then untied her hands, and removed her gown. He retied her with, of course pantyhose, and laid with her feeling her legs and kissing her. He told her that after he heard her story that night, he tied up his own wife and has been day dreaming of mom bound and gagged with her pantyhose ever since. He heard aunt collette talking to me when I ungagged her and left the room. Once mom was untied and I was out of the room, the ladies called the cops on the neighbour. Mom told me that even one of the police officers while taking a report kept asking for graphic details about how mom was tied up, and when he did, would put his hand on her knee and feel her legs. She was dressed in shorts and t-shirt and still felt that she was being looked over by perverts. The games of tying up mom took a long break after that. She finally got into again during a board game. Then it became a constant. She told me that she liked feeling like she was worth being kidnapped and rescued by good and bad men. She liked the attention and between her and dad, always had plenty of their own adventures. |
| Name: | Shon |
| Comments: | Ben, great story. Keep up the good work. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great, Ben! |
| Name: | Ryan |
| E-mail address: | ryan_93@charter.net |
| Comments: | Love reading these stories!! Got some stories of my own!! |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Let's hear those stories, Ryan!! |
| Name: | George howler |
| E-mail address: | georgehowler@yahoo.com |
| Comments: | hello everybody
I am a amateur story writer,I am willing to write stories for those here, who want to see their mom tied up If you are interested send me word to my email.... georgehowler@yahoo.com |
| Name: | Josh |
| Comments: | I will be really happy to write some of your stories. That is my e-mail. liverpool363@abv.bg If you decide to write me a story can you include me in it, please. |
| Name: | AJ Redman |
| E-mail address: | redman@hotmail.co. |
| Comments: | I arrived at Glasgow airport to travel to Toronto, wearing my traditional Scottish kilt and shirt (and boots because it was winter).
I came quite easily through immigration and passport control. My girlfriend Kat's mother Peggy Sue met me just outside the "Arrivals" door of the airport and introduced herself. She was wearing a leather black miniskirt, matching leather top and black boots and looked cool for the good 60 years of age that she was. "Wow, Kate has said a lot about you" she said I replied "None of it is true" with a smile. "Well you're as pretty as she said - sorry handsome" Peggy Sue replied She kissed me on the cheek and then showed me to her limosine car. I carried my case to the car. It was quite an adventure as this was the first time I had been abroad, but Kate who I had met and fallen in love with at Uni said it was OK and her mum would meet me I got into the back of the limosine - where Peggy Sue's other two pretty daughters (both skirted and booted like their mum) were sitting and they beckoned me to sit between them. As I sat down, one of them grabbed my hair playfully and pulled me chest forward gently over her lap. The other grabbed my wrists and pulled them behind my back. She then proceeded to tie them together. "Now these are the rules" Peggy Sue said. "In my house, it is the women who are in charge. And you will do what you are told whilst in our service" And with that, the two daughters proceeded to tie my ankles and legs together. I was then pulled back over the first daughter's lap for the rest of the 2 hour journey. I think she must have quite liked me because she ran her hands over my kilt and under it, which really quite aroused me. When we arrived at the other end, my knees were freed and my ankles were then tied so I could hobble out of the car to the house. Justine led me out of the limosine and Rebecca and Peggy Sue joined us in the entrance of the house. I was led upstairs to the bedroom and then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed. I was led to a bathroom and told to have a bath and then come down and join the family. I relaxed in the bath and got out 15 mins later to find that my kilt and shirt ahd been replaced by a black silky skirt and a red blouse. I therefore dressed accordingly and went down stairs, where Justine proceeded to twist my arms behind my back and Rebecca tied my wrists together tightly. Then Justine gagged me but the gag used was not your usual ball gag but one that could be pumped up in your mouth to enable the gag to fit 100% (and more). I was then escorted to the room where the family was and I was sat down on a chair. My ankles were then tied to the chair and a rope was wound round my waist pinning my back to the back of the chair. And then I was hooded. It was strange - yet exhilarating - to feel a hand go under your skirt knowing that you were totally defenceless and at the women's mercy. They could do waht they wanted with you. Peggy Sue then said: "In this house, while men are subservient to the mistresses of the house. We will treat you with respect, but you have to remember that we are in charge. It is your duty to work out how you can be of service to me. Do you understand." I nodded my head and the hand under my skirt gave me a gentle tweek - sending me almost explosively sky high. She then started to stroke my leg and her hand....... That afternoon, Rebecca took me upstairs and spreadeagled me facedown with my hands tied behind my back in the middle of a double bed. However hard you try you are unable to turn over. She gagged me with a head harness and muzzle gag and then hooded me and said "See you later, aligator" - but not before putting her hand under my skirt and giving me a final tweak followed by a vicious smack on my backside. After about an hour, I heard another woman enter the room (who I gather was it was my girlfriend Justine): " Hi AJ" she said "I hear from Peggy Sue that you are really quite a good looker." And with that she took off the hood and flipped me on my back, with my legs still spreadeagled and my skirt just resting above my knees. She then dropped on my chest and started to stroke my hair for a few minutes, before moving down my body and getting me quite aroused. I guess I looked quite feminine by now, with my long hair allowed to flow and in a beautiful black skirt and boots, all of which Justine said later made me look quite sexy. She then untied my legs from the spreadeagle and led me down the stairs. I had trouble walking in the six inch heels as I just wasn't used to them. " Just off for a walk with AJ" she said as she led me out of the house. We walked across the yard to the barn,and Mistress Kathleen took me inside. In the middle of the barn was a support pole and she led me to it, stood my back to the pole, undid my wrists and whipped them around the pole and retied them. "My - was she strong!" I thought as she wrapped a second rope tightly around my torso to the post starting just below the neck and ending at the waist. She then looked around and found a piece of wood about half a metere long, to the ends of which she attached my ankles in a speadeagle. She stroked my face playfully and then with one finger ran her finger up and down my bound torso She then removed the gag and inserted a spider gag and she started to run her index finger gently inside my mouth. I had never experienced anything like the emotion I felt then. I thingled all over. I was helpless as her hands moved slowly downstairs under my skirt - where they shouldn't be - and I nearly exploded through the roof, as she started to tongue kiss me too Just as I was about to explode, Peggy Sue looked in. "Justine, please can you pop over to the house to help Becks." "Sure" Justine said as she had just climaxed but I had been left dangling. She was such a sadist to be able to go but to leave me still wanting to. "I'll look after him" Peggy Sue said "Ever since Kate told me about him and his stories on the "Women Bound and Gagged" site I have been wanting to get my hands on him." "In the nicest possible way" she added with a twinkle in her eye. I looked at her and thought, I find it hard to believe she is sixty as she doesn't look a day over 40. And she's actually really cute. " AJ" she said " Now you helpless. I am going to have some fun And with that she approached me. |
| Name: | Jason Ravenscar |
| E-mail address: | JR07@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | It was my last year at Uni and I went over to my girlfriend Jenny's flat.
She and her two close friends Gemma and Cindy were there playing cards together with her mother Lucinda They were all beautifully dressed - skirted and booted as they were part of the Vixen's Club a Club dedicated to women always looking their best in skirts and boots - a reaction to the scruffy student jeans and teeshirt look. I sat down and got myself a coffee and we got talking. At some stage - I think it was Gemma who said it - "Why do guys always think of us as the weaker sex?" I replied " Because you are!" "Do you think so" said Jenny "Let's see, you vs Cindy" "Fine" I said "You're on" and I got up to wrestle. Jenny said: "Whoaa - it has to be fair. You have to wear exactly what Cindy is wearing. Like for like." I sat down "I have no intention of getting skirted and booted" "Chicken" they all said in unison. After teasing me a bit, I relectantly agreed and they got me the kit out A black skirt, tights, boots and a silk blouse. As I was about Gemma's size they were Gemma's clothes and surprisingly to boots fitted too. Just putting on the tights and then the skirt really was quite a turn on. The tights on the hairs of my legs was sensational. Gemma's boots had six inch heels that put me at a great disadvantage as I could not stand up easily. I came out into the sitting room and they all clapped. My long hair and lack of beard made me look quite girly and Jenny said: " You have to wear lipstick and mascara like Cindy too" So Jenny took some lipstick out and mascara and "dolled me up". "You look really sweet" Gemma said " I quite fancy you. By the way, the loser will be tied up for a couple of hours." I'd gone this far so I could hardly quit now. I was facing off against Cindy but what I didn't know was Cindy was a practised wrestler. Susie chimed the bell and we circled each other in the room - except I slipped in the 6 inch heel boots. Cindy was lightening fast behind me and put one arm around my throat and her knee into the back of mine. I fell on my knees, and she released the choke hold, pushed me on my stomach, and - as I fell - she sat on my back. It took the wind out of me and, as I placed my hands on the floor to lever myself up, she seized one of my wrists with both her hands and twisted it behind my back. It went into a hammerlock and she pushed it up into a " reverse prayer mode position". Wow it was pianful. "Tap" Cindy said " And I have won" The horrible girl applied more and more pressure until I could bear it no longer. I tapped. My other wrist was then brought behind my back and the wrists were tied and the excess rope tied around my waist. Lucinda then tied my feet and knees together - and then the four of them sat around me - having pulled my skirt down flat again - so tied up and played cards on my back. "Yes, I think I agree with him" Lucinda said "We are the weaker sex" and they all laughed. "Keep still" Cindy said as I wriggled to try to get loose and she put her hand under my skirt and pinched my bottom - really quite hard. " Do that again and you'll get more of that" " Funny girl " I said " You only won because I could walk in these boots" " He's talking too much" Jenny said " Let's gag him" And with that they took out a ball gag and said "Open wide or we'll pinch your nose" I had no choice and they fastened the ball gag in tightly. " Comfortable?" Cindy laughed and slid her hand under my skirt again and pinched my bottom. She then lifted the skirt up and gave me an almighty whack. "Behave yourself" she commanded And they played cards that afternoon. The winner Lucinda won me for the evening and night and took me to her bedroom tied and gagged. As Jenny went to bed, she knocked on Lucinda's door. "Mind if I give him a goodnight kiss" she said " Be my guest" Lucinda replied and grabbed my hair (as I was hogtied on her bed and twisted my head around to allow Jenny to kiss me.) However the other two girls rushed in and overpowered Lucinda and tied her hands behind her back up. She was still wearing her skirt but had taken her blouse and bra off and so the worked some rope around her lebows forcing them together and her breasts to stick out. "Mum" Jenny said "You didn't seriously think I would leave you free with Jason did you? What would Daddy think? You won so you can have him in your bedroom and agreed but we never said in what state you would be in!!" And with that they ball gagged Lucinda, lay her on the bed face down and drew her tied ankles up towards her elbows in a hogtie "Sweet dreams Mum" Jenny said as we both mummphed into our gags |
| Name: | Rachel |
| E-mail address: | b00tsandtights@gmail.com |
| Comments: | I know this is probably a fetish sight. but... i have nowhere to turn. I was recently robbed and tied up and gagged during the robbery in Brooklyn, NY. I just wanted someplace to talk about what happened. I can only say now thank goodness only was home and he tied me up with stockings which somehow was probably not as bad as telephone cords or other stuff he threatned me with. |
| Name: | Another guy who wants to share |
| Comments: | These stories are great. I too had a couple of incidents in my life that would fit these tales. First off, a little back up info about my living conditions. I don't know who my father is, have one brother and of course a mother. Mom had my bother when she was 17 and me when she was 19, and practically raised us on her own, well with the help of her old her sister, Aunt Karen and Uncle Jim and their daughter Amanda. Uncle Jim was basically my father, after my real dad die when I was 2 from a tragic work related accident. With the compensation from my father's insurance, my mom working as a dance instructor at nights, my aunt a teacher during the day and Uncle Jim a travelling reporter kept us well looked after. Our uncle would play these type of intelligence games with us while we were growing up and that's how one of my mom's tie ups came to be.
The first time, happened on a Sunday. I remember this because it started with Uncle Jim coming to me and Adam (my brother) saying that he would like to hire two detectives to find out where his junk food had been stored. He told us that he would give us a bad of cheesies if we could find out who stole them from him. he gave us a Polaroid of an empty shelf in the kitchen with a black book in the back. He told us that he thought this was our first clue and that we could figure it out for him. We went to investigate and found the book was a small bible with a note to listen to today's sermon at mass for the next clue. He always had these tricks to get us to listen to mass more attentively and he thought he was really clever about that kind of thing but we saw through it. After mass we didn't get any further clues because neither of us paid that much attention. He then told us to go interrogate mom, Aunt Karen and Amanda. we started with asking mom questions. She returned with asking us about what we learned in mass to which we didn’t know and she had to retell us the lesson. I don't remember the clue she gave us, and I don't remember the clues Amanda gave us, but we somehow figured it out and Aunt Karen was the thief. We told her to put her hands behind her back and with tied them loosely with a scarf. We walked to her to my Uncle's office and walked through his door feeling victorious. Inside we walked into a trap. In the room was my uncle sitting at his desk with all the junk food. He was clapping sarcastically as he began to laugh at us. Once in the room, I saw mom. She was sitting on a couch, bound with rope and gagged. The sight was life changing. Mom is a slim and tall brunette that was wearing a Sunday dress, and seeing her as a damsel really opened my eyes. She mmmmffed for help behind an over the mouth gag. When she saw that we saw her, mom began to try and stand. Her arms were pinned to her sides with rope, and I could tell by the way she was trying to stand that her hands were tied behind her back. Her ankles with tied together and over and above her knees. As I have seen on this page, there is an interest in mom's and aunts in pantyhose and I can add to that. I think it's because pantyhose are such a mother kind of clothing. When I was growing up I remember always noticing mom's smooth and shiny legs. Her legs were a big deal, specially with her dancing. But seeing not being able to stand, mmmmffing with her mouth gagged with a white cloth was mind blowing. I remember my aunt Karen didn't care for seeing her sister tied up in Aunt Jim's office. She started to ask what was going on and Uncle quickly walked over to Aunt Karen and tied another hankerchief over her mouth. She wasn't as successfully gagged as mom. Uncle then started to explain his diabolical plan, which I don't really remember because I was really mesmerized by seeing mom and Aunt Karen tied up and gagged. Uncle told then pulled out a water pistol and told us to finish tying up Aunt Karen. He sat her beside mom on the couch. I was quick to grab one of my uncle's ties and tied her ankles. The feeling of Aunt Karen's pantyhose was smooth, warm, and very sensual. I looked at her gagged face and then at mom's face, who seemed to be enjoying herself despite her predicament. I then remember walking past mom and feeling her knees as I passed her. Uncle make some small talk about how he had something to get to and left the room only to lock the door behind him. Both Adam and I went to the door and tried to get it unlocked. Neither of us tried to untie the two ladies and I have a feeling that Adam was like me enjoying the sight of the two women trying to get loose. We kept telling them that we would save them, but never made the effort to untie them. Mom ended up slipping off the couch and her dressed raised up, which showed her legs completely. That's when Aunt Karen showed us that she wasn't really tied. She quickly had her hands loose and was pulling off her gag. Aunt Karen commanded us to help untie our mother. I went right for her legs while Adam went to her hands. I took a lot of pleasure getting a feel of her legs as she squirmed around. I untied her feet and then her knees and then she waited to have her arms loose to remove her gag and then pull her dress back over her mid section. I took a good look at the mom's control top hose and panties underneath. Aunt Karen untied herself. We helped mom up and she gave us hugs and thanked us for saving her. We were able to unlock the door by slipping Adam through a window and unlocking the room from the other side. Ever since that day, I took notice to mom wearing pantyhose and had secretly wished that she would be kidnapped and I would rescue her. I don't know if she even caught on, but I became her after work personal foot massager. There was one other time in our life that she was bound and gagged and I will save it for later. |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | Thanks Justaguy. Great story and love the use of pantyhose. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Another guy, that was a great story! I can't wait to hear about the next time your mother was tied up and gagged. Rachel, I am glad that you are alright. If you'd like to share, it mighht help. |
| Name: | BIig Chief |
| Comments: | Justaguy........great story hope there are more especially if you uncle also enjoyed Cowboy and Indian games!. |
| Name: | GaggedMom |
| E-mail address: | elina.gagged@gmail.com |
| Comments: | Hi!I am Elina.Recently found this site and my son inspired me to share our bondage stories.So here is a little background before I start the story of our first tie up.I am 43 years old and my son 22.It all started about a year back.My son was in a live in relationship with his girl friend and they both stayed in my house.I was okay with it.Sorry forgot to to mention that though I was not divorced but I and my husband stayed separate,actually he lived in another state.And I was a working mom so I used to come home late.It was one day when I told my son that I will not come back home that night as I had a lot of work in my office.I planned to work overnight in office.But as it turned out that my work was finished quite before than I expected.So I decided to go back home as I had time.Decided to phone my son to let him that I was heading for home but his phone was switched off.So I send a text saying that I would be home in 15 minutes.It was quite around 12:30 in the night,I didnt wanna wake up anyone so instead of ringing the doorbell I opened the door with my set of keys as quitely as possible.Finding no one in the hall and all quiet,I went upstairs to my room.Now my son and his girl friend lived in the ground floor while I in the first floor.As I had already dined,I took a hot bath and changed into a comfy shorts and a tank top.Feeling thirsty I went downstairs to the kitchen to have a drink.Came downstairs, had my drink and was gonna go back to my room.I heard a thud sound,I ignored it at first, then I heard another.It concerned me.So I called out my son's name(Kevin).Getting no response I decided to peek into his room.Turned the knob and quitely opened the door.I entered his room silently.The lights were dim,it took some time for eyes to settle to the dim light.I didnt believe what I saw then.I saw Kevin's girlfriend,Tess in her undies(she had both her bra and panty on)tied spread eagled on the bed.I noticed that her her eyes and mouth was taped and there was a headphone on her ears(i knew later that she was listening to songs).As I was going to untie her..............do u want me to continue
mail me at elina.gagged@gmail.com |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | plz do go on gaggedmom! :) |
| Name: | connor |
| Comments: | plz do go on gaggedmom :) |
| Name: | GaggedMom |
| E-mail address: | elina.gagged@gmail.com |
| Comments: | So here is the better half
As I was going to untie Tess,with my back towards the door a scarf was whipped about my mouth.Before I could give any response,I was jerked back and the scarf was knotted tightly at the back of my head.I was horrified and tried to call out for help but the word that came out of my mouth was "Hemmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhhhh" and the next thing that happened was that I was blindfolded with a sleep mask.That thing frightened me a lot,being both gagged and blindfolded.So I was desperately throwing my legs and arms.I felt my wrist being pulled back and held there by a strong,determined hand while the other hand took me by my waist and dragged me outside the room into the hall.All this while the only thing that I had done is Mmmmmmppppppphhhhhhh-ing. Then I was shoved to the floor. I felt my tank top fly up above my waist as I fell. I tried to reach back to pull my top down over my bra, but someone heavy sat on my back and grabbed my wrists. 'Uhhhh,' I groaned as my large breasts were flattened against the rug. He was now holding both my wrists in one hand while he rubbed his free hand up and down over my wiggling bottom and waist.I wriggled more.At that, he spanked my ass hard, with his bare hand. 'Owwwmm,' I moaned through my gag. My bikini panties and shorts had given me little protection against the stinging slap that now made my buttocks burn. I tried to twist my hands free again to cover myself. "Seems like that its time to tie you up MOM" The words that came out of my mouth were"Mmmmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhhhhh" |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | Gagged Mom please continue. So far your story is very hot. Tell us more about your bra and panty size. Thanks for sharing. |
| Name: | Tony |
| E-mail address: | canthony659@gmail.com |
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| Name: | Dolly's son |
| Comments: | People in town always kid my mother Barbie, a 5'4", centerfold gorgeous, 43-year-old, with big bright blue eyes, and thick curly shoulder length golden-blonde hair that she looks a little like Dolly Parton, of course the fact that she wears a 36GG bra certainly helps the argument. Every year the neighborhood has a Halloween party and last year mom dressed as Dolly parton, complete with a curly platinum-blonde wig, tight red top, white spandex leggings and red cowgirl boots with 3" heels. She was the hit of the party to say the least.
My two best friends and I dressed as pirates and captured poor Mrs. Vera Standish the 5'7", very attractive 51-year-old librarian with big brown eyes and dressed as Elviria. We hustled her into the ofice of the grange hall and gagged her with a red bandana and tied her hands behind her back with red nylon cord and her black highheeled ankles together with more of the same rope. She had grerat legs and the black controltop pantyhose really showed them off well. She was a good sport and allowed us to capture her, but had no idea how long we planned to keep her. Well my mom did some checking and discovered us in the office. Well my friend Cal grabbed her from behind and wrapped a wide black scarf over her full red lips as Mike taped her hands behind her back with red duct tape. She pretended to struggle, but went along with the game and soon sat beside Vera as we taped her booted ankles together. Being three 13-year-old boys we got wood as we noticed how much bigger mom's ample breasts looked with her hands bound behind her back and for that matter our town librarian's 38C breasts stuck out prominently as well,(I looked at her bra as we restrained her). It was a sight to behold and we were all at full mast under our costumes! We took turns getting something to eat and mingling with our classmates, all the while one of us stood guard over our two captives. We tried to lure a couple cute girls into our trap, but our reputations preceded us. We finally untied the two willing captives, and as punushment agred to help clean-up. It was a fun Halloween party. Mom is going out as Jayne Mansfield this year in a tight leopard print dress with matching highheels. |
| Name: | Jennifer |
| Comments: | I let my 16 year old son get away with a lot of things because I can't say no to him. Now, he is telling me what outfits to wear while he ties me up and gags me! Last weekend, he had me wear black fishnet stockings, short black leather skirt, a tight red tank top and blank stiletto heels. He tied my ankles together with white rope. Next, he tied my wrists tightly behind my back. Then, he put his hand over mouth to keep me from screaming. With his other hand he began touchimng himself. I have to admit; it was turning me on! When he finished, he forced a red ball gag deep into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. |
| Name: | Jennifer |
| Comments: | I let my 16 year old son get away with a lot of things because I can't say no to him. Now, he is telling me what outfits to wear while he ties me up and gags me! Last weekend, he had me wear black fishnet stockings, short black leather skirt, a tight red tank top and blank stiletto heels. He tied my ankles together with white rope. Next, he tied my wrists tightly behind my back. Then, he put his hand over mouth to keep me from screaming. With his other hand he began touching himself. I have to admit; it was turning me on! When he finished, he forced a red ball gag deep into my mouth and buckled it behind my head. |
| Name: | Latex |
| Comments: | Jennifer, please excite us again with more of your stories. I'm sure there were other weekends to share. I also believe that you have been dreaming of future bound adventures. stay horny and enjoy life :) |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Dolly's son, I really enjoyed that! I hope there will be more to share. Jennifer, I am very curious to hear about your adventures with your son! |
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| Name: | Lady Wrestler's young fan |
| Comments: | Like the other boys in the neighborhood when Dick's Aunt Jane, the absolutely gorgeous 5'10", well-tanned and toned 175 frame, 40-year-old, with big almond shaped brown eyes and thick to the middle of her back wavy auburn-red hair. She looked bigger in real life than on the flat screen TV on Tuesday nights. Being all of thirteen and a total blonde pervert had an instant crush on her. She spent almost two hours a day working out in the backyard and seeing her in tight spandex leotards and tights only made her look even sexier.
It was the hottest summer I could remember and seeing Jane sweat really excited me. However being a young boy the games went on and of course playing cops and robbers was one of our favorites. The trouble was getting girls our age to play was almost impossible, since we had pretty much scared them all away. As luck would have it laying by teh above ground pool next to Dick's parents yard was Trixie, a very attractive 50-year-old, divorcee, with big doe shaped blue eyes, thick shoulder length curly platinum-blonde hair and an overripe figure her white spandex one-piece swimsuit hugged like a second skin laughed as we ran around the yards pretending to shoot each other. Dick and I decided it was time to take a hostage and pointed our toy pistols at Trixie who had been a victim before. She pretended to be afraid as she stood up and held up her well-manicured hands. I quickly pulled out my fat roll of white adhesive tape and taped her willing hands behind her back, which made her 34DD bosom look even larger! She pretended to call out for "Help!", just before I placed two wide strips of tape over her pouty pink lips! We marched her to our big camping tent in teh backyard. Jane was either amused or bored, because she ran to save poor Trixie! I pointed my toy gun at her massive bosom and came to a stop and begged us not to harm her. She allowed me to tape her big strong hands behind her back and Dick placed three strips of tape over her full red lips. The sight of her in a sweat soaked red leotard, nude tights and worn sneakers was arousing and to see the way her massive 38EE bosom stuck out made all of our skimpy bathingsuits tent out! Soon we had the two buxom captives in the tent and taped their ankles together with the rest of the roll of tape. I offered to stand guard, while the other boys went about their business of shooting, running and hoping for a stray girl in the neighborhood to bind and gag. The two bound and gagged older women pretended to struggle on the floor of the 10' X 10' tent and we all began to sweat profusely. The sight of Jane's perky blood-red nipples against the tight stretchy out red fabric made me go outside to jerk-off! When I stepped back in the tent the two buxom captives were back to back and trying to remove the tape from their hands with no luck. to see their big bosoms heave was a sight to behold and for the next half hour I took in every movement, drop of sweat and stain on the two bound and gagged women's voluptuous bodies! I swore I would climax in my yellow Speedo just watching. The infamous dinner bell all of a sudden ended our war. I untied the two damsels-in-distress. They both thanked me for rescuing them and ran off. I kept teh tape that covered Jane's mouth as a souvenir. The red lipstick was on the sticky part. Two months later while watching wrestling night on TV the plot involved Jungle Jane having to wrestle the bad girl on the circuit. Two of the bad girl's evil friends grabbed jane in the lockerrom and restrained her with white adhesive tape and placed two strips over her full red lips and left her in the shower stall in her white leotard, nude tights and red boots. She struggled while the good guys tried to find her so she didn't get counted out from the match. Dick said we could have done the scene better and I agreed. We watched as Jane meowed through her gag as on the split screen she was counted out by the dumb ref as the shower drenched her spandex leotard and thick auburn-red hair. The show came to end as some good guys called for her in teh lockerroom................ |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Great story, Young Fan! You said that Trixie had been a victim before. I'm sure that I'm not the only one who would like to hear about that, as well as all of your adventures. |
| Name: | Lady Wrestler's young fan |
| Comments: | Well since you asked back to Trixie the absolutely gorgeous, 5'5" blue eyed, buxom beauty with thick curly shoulder length platinum-blonde hair. She was a thorn in the side to most mothers including mine and especially Dick's since she ran around in the shortest dresses, tightest jeans and highest of heels, and even in her late 40s and early 50s attracted a great deal of attention. As long as I could remember everytime I saw her I got wood in my undershorts.
When I was about ten my mother sent me through the neighborhood to borrow a cup of sugar so she coule finish her baking before my father came home with the groceries. She answered the door in a leopard print bra, matching panty girdle, black thigh highs and 5" leopard print highheels. She was very embarrassed and thought I was a male caller. But being a good sport gave me the sugar and quite a show. It was then that I discovered she wore a 34DD bra, since the tag was sticking out as she turned around to go to the kitchen. Well one summer day while playing pirates, she was laying by her above ground pool in a red one piece swimsuit that barely contained her firm big breasts and perfect bubble butt. We were about twelve and managed to capture poor Lucy down the street, a cute curly haired brunette who wore glasses. She was our age and at that time liked our games, but by the time she was fourteen tired of being the only girl in our games and bound and gagged almost everytime. Trixie had one matini too many and pretended to go after us with a sword, which was just a stick. Dick and i surrounded her and she begged us not to tie her up like the other girl, which of course meant that she did. We threatened to make her walk the plank if she resisted. We soon had her hands tied behind her back and upper torso wrapped with about 50' of white clothesline. I wrapped a red bandana over her full red lips and marched her to our ship, which was the back of a trailer. Lucy was thankful to have company if only to meow helplessly through her blue bandana gagged mouth. Thirty minutes later we had to get ready for little league practice, so untied our two willing captives. I must admit seeing the top heavy blonde tied up made me go home and masturbate. I have a feeling I wasn't the only pirate who was aroused that day. Fast forward to when I was 19-years-old and in teh Army. I was on leave and doing some chores in my parents backyard and saw Trixie fumbling with her car. I used my father's truck and gave it a jumpstart, meanwhile being a healthy 5'11", teenager had wood in my shorts and she either noticed or assumed, but then again when a man sees a buxom blonde wearing a tight gold spandex halter top, skintight fadedjeans and 4" gold stiletto pumps, and even at 56-years-old could put women to shame half her age why wouldn't she! She invited me in teh house for a cold beer and we chatted about things. She brought up Jungle Jane and how they still stayed in touch. I blushed as she stared at my bulging shorts when she mentioned our games of pirates and cop & robbers. She went as far as admitting the game even excited her a little and upon further conversation brought me up to her bedroom. Sure enough there were handcuffs hanging from the four poster bed and on the floor were two rolls of white adhesive tape, she was a nurse at the hospital. I got bold and asked her if I could tie her up. She only agreed with teh understanding that for teh first time she wouldn't get naked and have sex. It was too good of an opportunity to refuse and soon her hands were taped behind her back, her pencil thing highheeled ankles together and I shoved a worn pair of pantyhose in her luscious mouth and placed a wide strip of tape over her full pink lips. She rolled around her queen sized leopard print spread covered bed and went as far as humping it! I had to use the bathroom to give myself some relief! Two days later, just before I had to go back on duty she called the house to have me fix a leak under her sink. The leak I fixed was not under the sink as she put one more notch on her bedpost and I even got to do her with her hands taped in front of her and a balled up panty in her willing mouth! It was pure ecstasy. Unlike the teenage girls I had she taught me how to make love and a lot more about the ropes. Sadly when I got out of teh service she had moved away to Florida, and most likely drove a whole new bunch of guys crazy............ |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Very nice, Young Fan. |
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| Name: | Sue |
| Comments: | I'm the mother of a teenaged girl and a 10 yr old boy. Recently, when a freind of my daughter's was over for a Saturday afternoon, I decided I'd stick my head into her room to see what mischief that they might be up to. I found my daughter's friend laying on the floor, with tape wrapped around her wrists and ankles and then they were taped together. It seems there is some sort of Youtube challenge about escaping from being taped up. For the life of me, I don't know why I did what I did. I first chided them for wasting so much of her father's duct tape, then told them tape was easy to escape, just had to pull hard. They asked me to demonstrate, so I let my son tape my hands together in front of me, and in no time was able to escape. "See, easy. Stop wasting tape." My daughter's friend said that was the challenge, and I again opened my mouth, saying "rope would be a challenge. Tape's too easy." My daugther asked if we had any rope, and I said I would look for some. I found several pieces of various lengths, sizes, and types, and took them to my daughter's room. "Now, if you play tie up, be careful. No rope around the neck, and don't leave your victim alone." My son immediately asked if he could tie up my daughter's friend, but since she is `14, and quite well developed for her age, thought it was inappropriate. He then asked to tie my daughter, who quickly refused. The 3 of them just looked at each other, and the friend asked, "what about you, Mrs. R? You want to try the challenge?" I said no, but instantly my daughter said, "mom, it was your idea to use rope, but you won't let anybody get tied up. You even brought the rope. That's son unfair, and typical parent." Now, I've always had good relations with both my kids, and didn't want to strain them, so I relented. I was wearing shorts and a tanktop and thought I should change, so told them I'd be back in a few. I went to my room, used the toilet, and changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. As an afterthought, also put on socks and a pair of black loafers. I returned to my daughter's room, and was met by all three of them. "Who gets to tie you up?" they all echoed. Wanting to be a good host, I selected our guest, who giggle with excitement. "Okay, mom, the rules are wrists wrapped 5 times, ankles wrapped 5 times, then wrapped together. Your mouth is gagged. When we say begin, the timer starts, adn see how long it takes you to free youself." Seemed easy at the time, so I lay on the floor as instructed, hands behind my back. The girl began wrapping rope around my wrists, my palms were touching, and when she cinched the ropes down, they were pretty snug. Might be more of a challenge than I planned on. My ankles were bound next, again snugly. I heard tape being torn from a roll and was about to remind them about wasting tape when a wad of cloth (turned out to be a scarf) was pushed in by my son, and taped over by my daughter. While my kids were gagging me, rather extremely I felt, our guest was tying more rope around my legs above my knees. Not what I had been told at all. Next, she tied my elbows together, also not part of the deal, but by now I was to well tied to prevent it. Then, my ankles were lifted, rope was run thru my elbow rope, and pulled. With my daughter lifting my shoulders, my ankles were pulled very far up behind me, then tied. My back was arched in an unnatural way, very uncomfrotably so, and I was trying to tell them to untie me. Hard to do with a scarf stuffed in your mouth, then covered with tape. The 2 girls then high-fived each other, and my son was looking at me oddly, the rushed into the hall bathroom, shut the door, and I heard the lock click. The girls kept me tied for 30 minutes, then freed me. I instantly began scolding them for their actions, and told my daughter's friend she needed to go home, and not come visit for 2 weeks. My daughter objected, saying it had all been my idea, but I told her she had overstepped the rules, and she was grounded for 2 weeks. When I found my son playing video games, I tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't look at me, or talk to me, just ran to his room and locked the door. He didn't even come to supper, when called. My daughter went to get him, but returned saying that he told her he didn't feel good. My husband was home then and offered to check on him, but I said I wanted to. When I got him to let me in, he still wouldn't look at me. It took some time, but finally I got him to talk, and he was embarrassed at what had happened. It seems he became aroused and had gone into the bathroom to ease the situation. "We did something bad, didn't we, then I did something worse" he said with tears in his eyes. I told him that the only bad thing they had done was go outside the rules they had told me, and that he hadn't been the one to do it, his sister had got him to go along. I also told him that as he grew older, his body was changing, things were happening tht were normal, but not to keep doing it. Then, after he came to the table and ate, and helped his sister clean up, I told my husband it was time for him to have "the talk" with our son. |
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| Comments: | Great one, Sue! Do you think that you will let them tie you up,again?
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| Comments: | Ohhh well a little tie up fun could be good, just make sure they stick to rules in future |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | That's a great attitude, Sue! Let us know what happens. Thanks. |
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| Comments: | Tim, I'm sure some of these are real. Even the ones that aren't have a lot of creative flair to them. We should all just enjoy them. Thank you all for the great stories. Let's make 2013 even better! |
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| Comments: | My experience with my mother and aunts being bound and gagged took me by surprise. Then first time was during the one of our holiday nights where our family stayed travelled to my Aunt Kathleen's house. We were three, me and my parents, while Kathleen's family had 6, five kids and her as my uncle left them for another family. So every christmas we would go stay at their place as a tradition ever since Kathleen we left with 5 kids.
One time while we were at their place, my dad and I sat watching some movie, and assumed that everyone had gone to sleep. There had been a lot of giggling and hijinx happening while we watched the film and it all ended close to the end. My dad went to bed right afer the movie and I stayed up watching some christmas special. My parents room was downstairs, mine was upstairs with everyone elses. The hallway light was still on, and as I walked by one of my cousin's room, I caught a glimpse of what was in that room and it's my aunt sitting in a chair but moviing and stretching around. I took a look closer because it didn't look like the way she usually moves. When I look into the room, I saw my aunt staring back at me. She was over the mouth gagged with a stripped cloth, it was tight over her mouth and went over her chin. She was nodding at me to come in. I slipped in and she was nodding towards the corner of the room, where two of her kids, my cousins were sleeping quietly. I tip toed in and saw Aunt Kathleen closer and it was life changing. She was wearing a green slim fitting summer short dress, no sleeves but rope went around her arms and chest that pinned her to the chair she was tied to. My aunt usually wears glasses but her glasses were off and her long hair was over and under her gag. Her legs were tied up with different ropes and pairs of someone's stockings and pantyhose. She was wearing pantyhose, nude colored with light colored reinforced toes. I was fixed on her legs because they looked so silky and shiny and because she had never showed so much leg before. I wondered how long she has been there since my cousins had fallen asleep. When I got to my aunt, I tried to pull down her gag but it was tightly tied to her mouth. Seeing her sweaty, wide eyes, over the mouth gag, and squirming was very exciting to me. I untied her gag and she suddenly ssshed me. She whispered to untie her quietly. I untied hands and a few of the knots of the rope that held her to the chair and she was able to slip out of the rest. "untie my feet" she said as she was untying her thighs. As I did this she moved her toes and I was in heaven. I was rescuing this stunning adult woman. I then untied her knees. She then winked at me and she and I tipped toed out of there. when we got outside, she belt over and hugged me. "My hero." she kissed me on the cheek. "Now let's get you Kayla and your mom." My excitement just sky rocked. Kayla is the oldest of the three girls and she is a stunning red head that everyone says is the beauty of the family. Mom is too is the fitness freak and she is always slim and looking young. So much that when we went into Kayla's room, and I saw a figure struggling lying on the bed, I assumed it was Kayla. The body on the bed was hooded with what looked like pantyhose, the legs were used as over the mouth gag and blindfold. She is wrapped up like a mummy with rope. She is barely capable of moving. The only spots with no rope are her breasts and ass. Her pantyhose covered feet are sticking out and that's what told me it was mom, being that Kayla was walking around with black tights that night. We heard some mmmffing in the corner and that's when I saw Kayla. There wasn't mu effort in tying her up, just hands behind her back with pantyhose, legs tied to gether with some string/thin rope and her mouth was taped gag. Kathleen told me to untie my mom, which I was disappointed by, because I wanted to rescue Kayla. But untying mom ended up being very exciting too. I pecked at the knocks of the pantyhose on her head and pulled them off after having to unravel them. Once they were off, mom took a deep breath in through her nose. She was still gagged underneath with more pantyhose. Now seeing a woman gagged with a pair of pantyhose was strangely sexual to me. I loved the look of legs with pantyhose on them, but being rendered helpless by these silky pieces of clothing just made me turned on. Mom's mouth was over the mouth gagged with a pair of tan/nude colored hose and once I unravelled those pair she then spat out another pair. Wow. How did she let someone do this to her? She laughed it off taking in her breath. "Those brats." she said out loud and was hushed by Kathleen, who still had a sense they were not in the clear yet. then mom whispered. "They wrecked my pantyhose." then my aunt said she could borrow a pair from her. This talk as I was untying my mom was also exciting me. It took a long time to untie my mom. I have never seen that much rope. Once we got to her legs, I saw that her skirt had risen up with the rope that was tying her and I got a clean look at her front mid panel of her hose with her control tops. It was very sexy for a 12 year old boy. Mom was very sweaty and exhausted. She hugged me and pulled me down to lie with her as she started to fall asleep again with her arms around me. I fell asleep too. When I woke up I saw that mom's ankles were still tied. I untied them and felt her pantyhose covered legs. the ladies then explained during breakfast that they had been teasing the girls and two boys and each one was kidnapped throughout the night. Aunt Kathleen was the first and they used her to lore mom into a trap. Mom said she thought it was a kind of joke and next time she wouldn't let them get her tied that much. Kayla was kidnapped because she was mad they were using her pantyhose to gag mom. I then got excited thinking that they could tie up Kayla with her own pantyhose. I would instigate one more game but only one would ever happen again. |
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| Comments: | The first time I saw my mom tied up, I wasn't the one lucky enough to die her. I am an only child, my folks divorced when I was 3, so mom tended to let me get away with more than some kids, I guess. A friend, Danny, came over every afternoon after school and hung out with me, cause his mom worked even later than mine. Being normal adolescent boys, we played video games, raided the fridge or pantry for snacks, and took turn tying one another up. One Saturday, he was spending the whole day, because hi mom had to work some overtime, and my mom told her to have him spend the day to save paying a baby sitter. After our usual activities became boring, Danny asked if I had ever tied up my mom. Stunned he would ask that, I repled no. He told me he had tied his mom up on a few occasions. He even said he would tie her stricter than me, which ws pretty strict. He then suggested we ask her, but I just knew she would say no, and told him so. He kept buggin me, so finally, I said, if you can talk her into it, go for it. "If I tie her, you have to stay out of it, not interfere, okay?" I agreed, knowing it would never happen, but, by just hanging around in the room mom was in, sighing and looking at magazines then flopping them back down, mom finally asked why we weren't playing in y room or the basement. "We're bored, Mrs. W. We've done everything over and over", Danny said. "Surely, you can think of something" she said. "Nope, nothing, mom" I answered, joining in the act. "How about you doing something with us" Danny asked. Mom just shook her head and said, "I wouldn't be any fun." Danny kept it up, tho. "Oh, come on, I bet you'd be a lot of fun" he goaded. "Well, what do you want to play?" Bingo! She's taking the bait! "Well, Jas and I ttry to tie each other up and see who can get loose the fastest. So far, Jason always wins. Guess I can't tie as good as him" Danny said, head down, drawing her into the trap. I had to help out; "Yeah, mom, Danny can't keep me tied up at all". To my surprise, after a couple of minutes of thought, mom said, "well I guess I can try to maintain the family honor". We told mom to give us 10 minutes to get our stuff we needed, then Danny recommened we use the basement. Mom agreed and we were off. We got every piece of rope, some rags, 2 differnet types of tape, and headed for the basement. Mom had gone to the bathroom, and changed clothes while we rounded up everything. I think Danny was a bit disappointed when she came to the basement, in her jeans, long sleeve blouse, and boots, instead of the shorts and tank top she had been wearing. As if she understood his thoughts, she said, "my brother tied me up when we were kids, and i learned then to wear longsleeves and long pants to protect my skin from ropeburn and marks." Danny nodded, as did I, but the next surprise was when mom said she wanted to see Danny tie me, so she could evaluate his work. So, Danny started to tie my wrists, then pushed me to the floor, tied my ankles, pulled them up and tied them to my wrists. I knew I wouldn't get looses, as he always tied me this way, and I never got loose. We had told a fib to sucker mom into playing. Danny then asked mom how he should gag me, and to my shock, mom said, "roll one of those rags into a ball, stuff it in his mouth then tape over it." Thats exactly what he did, and accomplished all this in about 10 minutes. "You know, Mrs W, that I have to do a better job on you,don't you?" Mom answered, "if you tie me like that, I'll be free in no time." She then turned around, put her arms behind her, and Danny began to tie her, using a piece of rope about 15 ft long at first. He was obviously tying her tight, as her body jerked a time or two as he pulled it tight. He next gagged her just like me, at first. He used 2 rags, and mom's cheeks were bulging like mad, then at least 3 pieces of first aid tape. He had mom set on a stool, facing me, and he knelt in front of her to tie her ankles. Mom looked at me, shrugged, then winked. Next, he tied her legs above the knees, and I was glad she had on jeans, as the rops really seemed to be tight. Still, mom seemed unconcerned. Danny next went behind her, and fumbled around in his back pack a bit. When he stood up, I could see what appeared to be some gauze pads with tape on them, and I knew he was going to blindfold mom. Kinda surprised me, but it really surprised mom. When he stuck them over her eyes, then pressed the tape down tight, she made what was probably a sound of disapproval, but he didn't seem concerned. I was looking at my mom, sitting on a stool, wrists,ankles, knees tightly bound, gagged and blindfolded. Mesmerized, I watched as my friend rendered my mom totally helpless. After the blindfold, he grabbed more rope, and used it to tie her elbows together, which had the effect of pushing her boobs out noticeably. More protest noises, but Danny was relentless. More rope, then a Ace Bandage appeared, and he wrapped mom's lower face, stopped, then stuck cottonballs into her ears, then fnished wrapping her head. Mom was definitely protesting now, but Danny wasn't thru. He stood her up, then hopped her over by me, helped her to the floor, then pushed her legs up behind her, so he could hogtie her. He used a lot of rope to do this, first tying her ankles to her elbows as close as he could pull them, then more rope tying them to her wrists. He must have used 200 feet of rope to tie her, more than ever used on me. Mom was renedered absolutely helpless, no doubt about it. Danny then left the basement for a bit. When he returned, he had mom's iPhone, and his cell phone. He took a lot of photos of each of us, mostly of mom. After about 30 minutes, he untied me and took me upstairs, where he told me he knew mom was going to be mad. Then, he told me he would send all the pictures to everyone in mom's phone list on her phone, as he had downloaded her addres book to his phone. He then went home, and I went to untie mom. After I told her what he said, mom was even madder, and told me he couldn't come over any more. After that, I managed to talk mom into letting me tie her a few times, but I lost interest when a new girl m oved into the neighborhood and I began pursuing her. I was successful as now my wife |
| Name: | Vensylvain |
| Comments: | Great Jason ! |
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| Comments: | Jason, great story! Please tell us about the times you tied your mom up. |
| Name: | classified |
| Comments: | when I was in my teens my parents divorced. I lived with my mom who worked a lot she was a heels and hose worker as she put it. She would often complain to me how she hated wearing pantyhose but strangely enough she would leave them on even after she changed into her sweats or pjs. The only time she would not wear hose was on the weekends or her days off unless it was cold and snowing out. Mom really thought nothing about walking around in her bra pantys and pantyhose in the mornings as she dressed for work. For some reason I really enjoyed seeing her like that she had a great body. I never gave bondage or tying up much thought. Then things would change in a very intense way. First I had a very close friend who approached me during a camping trip and told me he wanted to tie and gag me. I thought it was very strange for a guy to want to tie up and gag another guy. He kept asking me untils I gave in and that night in our tent He hogtied me stuffed a sock in my mouth and wrapped duct tape all the way around my head. He told to struggle and make mmpphing sounds. I did what he said the ropes were tight the gag tight. He then took out a pair of pantyhose and said my mom wore these so you can smell her crotch panel. He pulled the pantyhose over my head placing the crotch panel over my nose he wrapped tape over my eyes but left the legs dangling he laughed and asked you like the smell of my mom. I could not help but nod yes. He said good and said I am not going to untie you until you agree to do what I say. He told me how he used to tie up his mom when his dad was gone. He said he pulls her dirty pantyhose over her head also. He said it turns him on. He told me his mom does whatever he wants because he has pictures and video of her tied and gagged. He then said you will also do what I say and he took out his camera and took pictures of me. He then told me from now on he was going to tie me up and gag me. I agreed my body was hurting now. He then said I want to tie up your mom. He said your going to help me or I will show these pictures to all our friends and your girlfriend. He said your going to help me right. I nodded yes. Hey said good. He untied me and looked at his watch I am impressed 20 minutes he said we will get you up to 30 minutes soon. Over the next 2 days he hogtied me in our tents. He told me how we should get my mom tied up. I could tell he was very turned on by telling me how he was going to make my mom smell her dirty pantyhose and shoes and then he said oh by the way your going to be bound and gagged watching me take care of business hope you don't mind but I don't need you fucking things up. I laid there helpless picturing him with my mom bound and gagged. A few day after we got back from camping I came home and heard this thrashing and strange noises coming from moms room her bed was squeaking. I figured she was getting it on with her boyfriend. I quietly walked down the hall and noticed the door was open and there on her bed was mom hogtied and gagged! Her mouth stuffed and tape wrapped around her head a strip of bed sheet was tied tightly over her eyes. She was in her pantyhose and blouse her skirt and shoes on the floor. her pantyhose were torn and had many runs in them. her purse dumped out and drawers opend and her jewelry box smashed on the floor. I yelled out mom thrashed about wildly. I grabbed the phone and called 911 and then untied mom she sat up and peeled off the gag which made her cry. The police arrived and mom told them her exboyfriend pushed his way in the house and tied her up and robbed us. I was freaking out. I told my friend about what happened to my mom as he was still tying me up almost everyday. I figured he would forget the idea and stop tying me up but instead he said to bad I did not see her like that I am jealous of that guy. He said your still going to help me tie up your mom. He kept tying me up for over a year and then he said it has been enough time tomorrow night I want your mom. The next night was Friday night. I was so nerveous he came over and we hung out until my mom got home told me he was not going to tie me up until he got my mom because he was going to tie me up like never before. He showed me a bag inside his duffle bag. It had rope tape and 2 ballgags and he held up 2 pairs of pantyhose he said they are nice and stinky one for you and one for your mom. I am sure she will enjoy smelling my mom. He said he got a guy he knows to go buy the ballgags for him. I was stunned and sat there frozen. He was hyped up. My mom came home after 10 pm she greeted us and we could tell she had a few drinks in her. So she was giddy. Mom sat down and said what are you guys up too? I said nothing she noticed my friends duffle bag and she said whats in the bag? My friend smiled and said a suprise for you and "Jon" She said oh really I love suprises. He said I am not sure you will like this suprise at first but I am sure you will get used to it. Mom was confused and she said what is it. He stood up and dumped out his bag on our coffee table. Mom saw all the rope,gags,tape and pantyhose. She said what the hell kinda suprise is this! You guys are not tying me up mom looked at me with a pissed off look. My friend grabbed a piece of rope and said I am afraid you don't have much of a choice Susan. He said you see I have been tying and gagging your son JOn here for months and have pictures of him. So if you don't want those pictures all over school you need to let us tie you up. Mom said yeah right. My friend pulled out a pack of polaroids and gave them to her. She looked at them and said one condition we get all these pictures no exceptions. He said agreed and then told her you better go to the bathroom then come back in here. She said I am taking the pictures with me. Shoe got up and left to the restroom. My friends said well it is time to hogtie and gag you so I can spend time with your mom. He ballgagged me pulled his moms pantyhose over my head and had me get on the floor. He quickly hogtied me. He said I am not going to tape you eyes because I want you to watch me tie your sexy mom. Mom came back in her sweats but still wearing her pantyhose. She saw me and said why the hell did you tie up Jon and why are there pantyhose over his head. He said Jon would be in my way so I got him out of my way beside he likes it don't you jon. I knew to nod yes and mmph. He told my my mom to kneel on the floor she got down on her knees and he began to tie her wrists and then elbow he wrapped rope around her chest pushing her ample breast our further. She asked him if he had to tie her so tight he told she has not seen anything yet. He then said it was time to shut you up he grabbed the ballgag and strapped it in moms mouth she moaned and whimpered. He then sat her on the floor and tied her above and below her knees and ankles together. He told how much he had wanted her like this. He then said that he was going to keep us over night as his captives. Mom strated to freak out and he then said I got a real treat for you sexy. he grabbed the pair of pantyhose and he told mom that his mom just wore these to work out and they were nice and sweaty since she never wears underwear. Mom shook her head no as he held them to her nose. He told her to smell them and he made her smell the feet and crotch then he pulled them over her head crotch panel over her nose she was not happy as he wrapped the legs around her mouth tying the toes under her nose. He said I learned that from a porn movie. He then rolled mom on her stomach and put her in a hogtie. He pushed her next to me and then ok struggle you 2 or I will add more rope. Mom and I struggled and mmpphed until we were exhausted. He annouced 35 miuntes good job. He released our hogtie sat us on the sofa our legs still teid and wrists tied behind our backs with the pantyhose and ballgags on. He retied mom and I over the next few hours he would hogtie me often saying I was troubl. He rubbed moms feet said some pretty nasty things he wanted to do to her he told her how he wished he would have been her exboyfriend. Mom was sobbing he then said I am going to take some pictures of you both tied together her took some with the pantyhose on our heads then removed them and took pictures of us. He told us that was insurance that we would not ever tell anyone. He then tossed a pair of Scissors on the floor and told us to cut ourselves free. Since I was hogtied I could do nothing. Mom was just sitting on the floor with her hands tied behind her and above and below the knees with ankles bound. Mom after many fustrated tries got the sicissors and managed to cut my wrist ropes and elbow rope. I sat up and took the scissors and cut mom loose. Mom was so pissed off she was cussing and grabbed the phone and called the cops. My so called friend was arrested that night. He tried to say we wanted it and that the whole thing was my idea and that I wanted him to make me have sex with my mom. He gave the cops the pictures of mom and I they did not believe one word he said. He was charged with a hadful of crimes and he kept making up different stories even in court. He was found guilty and is still in prison. Somehow later on down the road mom and I began playing tie up games. She asked me one night to tie her up and play the role of an intruder. It felt really strange but I been doing it a few years now. she admitted she would sometimes get off during the games. I felt the was TMI but being in control feels good since I was forced to play the submissive. |
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| Comments: | Thanks for your interest BG. To put things in a proper order. Mom was the one who suggested we "play" tie up games. Please keep in mind it was a year or more since the incident happened to us. Prior to her making that suggestion one evening I knew for certian mom had been doing self bondage for sometime. I had heard her mmpphing and sometimes moaning her bed squeaking as she struggled. I caught a glimpse of her self bound once she did not know I saw her but I must say I found it interesting that she had tied and gagged herself wearing only her bra,panty's, pantyhose and slippers. I was snooping around in her bedroom one day and came across some bondage mags and toys stashed in her closet. I was very suprised to see these things and know that mom was tying herself up. I admit I found myself wanting to play some tie up games. There were a couple girls I was friends with who would let me tie them up for a price. Then one evening my mom came home from a ladies night as she called em and asked me to join her in the living room. Once I sat down she said I really want you to do something for me. She went on to say it is something you might have a hard time doing but you are the only one who I trust to do this favor for me. I had a faint idea of what she might be hinting to but figured it was my own mind setting me up to hear what I wanted to hear. She then took a deep breath and said I want you to start tying me up and gagging me. Before I could respond she explained several reasons why she wanted to be bound. She then said there is one more thing I want you to do for me if you are willing to start tying me up. I listened as she said I want you to be a "intruder" she told me she wanted me to dress in all black and either wear a dark nylon over my head or a ski mask. She told me how she wanted me to "treat" things she wanted me to say and do during the game. After she finished she looked at me intently waiting my response. I was speechless for several minutes trying to process what she just told me. As she was about to speak I told I will do it. I will be your intruder for as long as you want to play this out. She got a huge smile and said I knew I could count on you to help me! I stupidly asked when do you want this game to start. Mom said how about right now. She told me to give her a few minutes to get freshned up. She also told me to go into her closet and get the little brown suitcase. She said you will find everything you need to tie and gag me. She went to her roon and came back she tossed me a pair of black pantyhose she said here is your mask. She said go put on some black clothes for me. I went and got the suitcase and changed. She yelled for me to take her in her bedroom when I was ready. I was shaking my hear pounding as I pulled the one leg of the pantyhose over my head. I put the rope tape and ballgag she bought into my pillow case. I looked in the mirror and saw my face the nylon had smashed my nose and my eyes looked freaky. I hoped mom seeing me would not have some kind of flashback and freak out. I walked down the hall and pushed open her door she had her back to me she was pretending to read the paper. I got a surge of energy as I approached her and without thinking clampped my gloved hand over her mouth. She began to struggle and try to scream especially when she looked up and saw me looking down at her. She froze and I began to rattle off all the things she wanted me to say to her. I found it crazy that saying those things to her came so easy. I made her get on the floor and tied her wrists crossed behind her back. I stood up telling her not to move or make a sound I went to her dirty clothes hamper and dumped everything out. I grabbed a pair of her pantyhose she was watching me. I walked back over to her straddled her pushed her dirty hose into her mouth she was protesting like I knew she would I grabbed the roll of black tape and began taping her mouth. I taped under chin which I have no idea where I got that from to this day. After that I turned around and tied her ankles she was mmmpphiing and stuggling as I tied her ankles but she was not making any progress since I was still straddling her. I got off her and then put a rope between her ankles to her wrists putting her into a nice hogtie. No mom was wearing a tank top and bra and satin running shorts with shiny brown workout tights and sneakers. I was not suprised to see mom dressed up in her workout gear but wondered why she chose this outfit. she thrashed about widly trying to yell for help and cussing me out as best she could through her gag. I had to go to the restroom down the hall and I could hear her trying to yell for help! I got freaked out thinking shit what if our neighbors hear her and call the cops. I went back to her room and told her to cool it with the yelling that I could hear her down the hall. She did not give a shit and kept it up. I then undid her hogtie and decided to take her into the basement where I figured her noise would not be so audible. I grabbed all her dirty pantyhose and stuffed everything into the pillow case and took one of her pillow cases and put it over her head and picked her up over my shoulder and carried her struggling body down the basement. She was so into this game she dam hear hit her head 2 times as I was carrying her to the basement. Our basement is semi finished so I knew we could continue the game there in some comfort. I pulled the pillow case off her head and told her she was now at my hideout where I planned on keeping her. she played it out perfect. I rolled her back on her stomach and rehogtied her. I dumped her drity pantyhose in front of her and told her she was going to wear every pair of these for me some your going to wear over your head and others on your sexy legs. She let out this kind of sexy moan but caught herself and went back to being the defiant captive. I untied her after a few more minutes and let her use the restroom and get a drink. She told me not break my role even during giving her breaks. It was kind of hard for me to stay in that role because I founf myself not really having the harsh stren words she wanted me to say to her for simple things like having a drink of water and using the bathroom. I managed to keep my role even during the breaks I just used the slang terms. I retied her to a chair and used the ballgag on her I guess it was a bit to tight mom drooled all over her tank top. I pulled pantyhose over her head and soon they were wet with her drool. I plyaed out everything she wanted me to do or say. Then I decided to play out one last trick I thought of. I pulled out the sofa bed. She had no idea what I was doing since I still had her tied to the chair with the pantyhose over her head tape over her eyes and I put headphones over her ears something she did not expect. Turns out she really enjoyed that which she told me afterward. Once I had the sofa bed out I tied rope to the corners. I decided to use 2 pairs of her pantyhose to gag her with and tape. I then removed the headphones. tape over her eyes and the pantyhose over her head. She looked very suprised whenn she saw the sofa bed out and ropes tied to the corners. She looked at me with such a submissve look and whimpered. I told her she was going to sleep tied to that sofa bed. I removed her ballgag and a huge amount of spit came out of her mouth when I told her to spit it out. Her cheeks had strap marks on them and she quietly said fuck you don't have to be so rough with me I am doing everything you say or want. I laughed and told her she is lucky I am in a good mood tonight or else she would be treated rougher. I had her untied by now. I told her to stand up and strip to her bra and pantyhose. She looked at me and said please no. I told her to strip. She stripped down and I told her to get her ass on the bed and grab the corners she laid down playing the damsel role to a tee. She was pleading as I tied her hands to the corners. I then took 2 pairs of her pantyhose and put them into her mouth and taped her mouth with alot of tape her cheeks were bulging when I finished. I then had her lift her head a put a pillow down for her to lay her head on. I then went and tied her ankles to the corners. She was all spread out nicely. I told how sexy she looked she was not happy about being so tightly tied she was not able to close her legs or her arms at all. All she could do is wiggle feet and toes and fingers. I decided to really play the asshole intruder and went and got the floor length mirror in the laundry room and bring it over to the sofa bed. I set it up so mom could see herself all spread out. At first she did not want to look but I ordered her too and then she began to look at herself. She soon began to wiggle and mpph which turned into mppphs mixed with moans. I was amazed it looked like she was doing some kind of slow dance. I could not take my eyes off her. She had long forgotten I was even in the room as she stared into the mirror at herself and would close her eyes and lift her hips off the bed. I noticed she had pulled so hard on her wrists ropes her hands were starting to turn colors. I grabbed the safety cutters and cut the rope on her wrists and ankles. I sat her up and pulled the gag off of her mouth. I yanked the nylon off my head and told her game over. She saw my concern for her I gently massaged her wirsts for awhile and then her ankles. Mom had some big time rope and gag marks. I felt like shit seeing the rope marks on her. Mom could see I was a bit shaken by the sight of her wrists. She talked me down as I told her I was sorry about 20 times. She told me it was ok it was just a game and I did the right thing like she knew I would. Once she got me settled down we talked about how things went. She told me she was very happy with how I took care of business meaning her. I told I found it hard to act and say harsh things to her. She told me she really needs me to give her this type of treatment. She asked if I would be able to keep playing the role for her. I said I will do it will not allow her to be in any real pain no matter what. She agreed and said she does not want to be in real pain either. It is just a fantasy role play nothing more. That is how our first experience went. |
| Name: | classified |
| Comments: | Here is another one for ya BG.
After that first night mom and I continued the game as she called it. I found it easier to play the intruder role for her. She was in control at all times meaning we had a safe word and signal. Since it was her game she would set up the scene and I was free to play it anyway I wanted all I had to do was include the thnigs she wanted and everyone was happy. We took our game on the road so to speak whenever we would go out of town we took the suitcase. After the first night when I had tied her to the sofa bed she would often ask me to tie her to beds or the sofa bed. She would often tell me that she wanted me to tie and gag her to a "bed" while is dressed in her bra, panty's, pantyhose and slippers. Which she would just kick off anyway. She wanted to have her hands tied above her head and ankles together and connected to the headboard and footboard if equipped. The gag was my choice, She also suggested I blindfold her. She told me she wanted me to be sitting on the bed next to her while she is all bound and gagged. She told I could watch tv, read a book or whatever she really wanted to be able to feel her captor next to her and hear my breathing. I have to admit it felt really cool having her that way. Once while we were at one of her companies conference/events where we got caught by one of her bestfriend/coworker. It was pretty late mom and I went to our room which was a mini suite. We had been playing tie games for 2 days we have been there without any interuptions. That is until this night the long and short of it is. I just finshed tying mom to the bed she was ballgagged and had on a soft leather blindfold which she bought. I was just about to plop down next to her and watch some tv when someone started knocking at the door! Mom struggled and mmpphed I told her softly I don't think you should play hostage right now. She shook her head yes and quietly kept playing her role. I took off my skimask and went to the peek hole in the door. It was mom's friend. I thought just freaking great we are just getting started and now drama is outside our door. I could see and slightly hear mom doing her thing. I quietly stepped away from the door back to the bed since mom was blindfolded I did not bother to put the skimask back on. I whispered in her ear who it was. Mom nodded and then got really loud! Her friend who I thought left began knocking louder. I told mom that was not cool now I gotta go talk to her drama queen friend. Mom was loving it as she kept up making noises. I went to the door and looked back you could not see mom but could hear her. I knew if I did not open the door she would call security or the cops. So I unlocked and opened the door. There I was dressed in all black my hair was sticking up from wearing the skimask. She looked at me like I was some kind of nut as she always did. She asked to speak to my mom and I told her my mom was not feeling well right now. She told me it was important. Now mom is making noise which both of us could hear. She asked what the hell is that noise I told her a movie on tv. Then mom got me into some shit when she was calling help. Mom did not realize her friend had not left! So now she heard mom calling help and she said what the fuck is going on. She pushed past me and went into the bedroom. I shut the door and knew shit was about to get out of control. She said what the fuck are you doing to her! I told her it was not what is looks like. She moved to the other side of the bed asking mom if she was ok. Mom realizing she fucked up was trying to get one of us to remove her gag. Her friend was not interested in removing mom's gag but instead calling me a fucking sick pervert and how she felt sorry for my mom. Mom was getting pissed off. I told her friend to chill out and I reached over to remove mom's gag and she screamed don't you touch her you sicko. I told her then your remove her gag. She went over and removed mom's gag. Mom said to me untie me! I untied mom and her friend was babling on about whatever asking my mom if i hurt her and if she wanted her to call the police. Mom removed her blindfold and asked for her robe. I gave her her robe she stood and put it on. Then she told her friend to shut up and listen. Her friend was taken aback to say the least. Mom we are all going out to the living room area and talk about this calmly. We went out mom told me to get some sodas and water. Her friend glared at me with digust. Mom then set her straight about what she saw and that I was not some sick fucking pervert. Her friend knew what happened to mom and I. I heard her once tell one of my mom's friends that it was all my fault. That hurts me because I did blame myself and still do for what happend to us. Anyway after mom set her straight. Her friend said she was sorry to me and her only excuse was that she was scared for my mom. I told her no offense taken I would have done the same thing in her place. Mom told her I know eventually your going to tell everyone about this because we all know you like to gossip but when you tell everyone just make sure you tell it like it really is not how you what it to be. Her friend just stared at mom and said I would not tell anyone about this Andrea. Mom smiled and said that's fine good night. Her friend left and mom looked at me and said while I am sure you and I will be the talk of the ladies room by lunchtime tomorrow. I said to mom I told you to cool it she laughed and said come on you gotta admit it was kind of exciting! I told mom she was nuts what if her friend would have called the cops. Mom laughed and said it did not happen so let's get back to business shall we.. I said are you serious she said your damm right I am serious I want you to put on your ski mask and tie my ass to that bed like before and do whatever you were going to do. She got up went into her room and after 5 minutes of sitting there astonished by the boldness of my mom and how matter of fact she was about us getting caught by her friend just blew me away. I finally got off my ass put on the skimask went into her room and took her captive bound and gagged her like before and plopped down took off the skimask and watched a movie while mom did her thing next to me. After the movie I untied her and went to my room. We slept in as we were up very late. It was about noon when her friend came by and mom opened the door they chatted then I heard her come in they talked like they always did. I felt a sense of relief because I did not want my mom to lose her job or her bestfriend. I was funny that after that incident her friend treated me very different meaning she was very nice to me in a real way not fake like before. One time she and I were sitting outside at my house and she said I understand why you do what you do for your mom. She said it is because you really care about her. She was right. Mom and I have been playing this games for several years now. We make it a point to play whenever we visit each other. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | That was awesome, Classified! I can't wait to read more about that. Thanks. |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | I am so excited that I found this page. I too can relate to most of these stories. For me, seeing my mom tied up and gagged started around when i was 12 or 13. During one of the family gatherings, my family and my Aunt Jen family were having supper together at our house. We ate, cleaned up and all the men went and started watching tv. Mom and Aunt Jen were playing games with the younger kids.
While I was watching i heard a sound of Mom mmmfffing from the staircase. I looked up and saw for a split second, mom being pushed and pulled passed the staircase. I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but I thought I saw mom with her hands tied behind her back, and an over the mouth white gag. It was hard to really tell because mom had long brown curly hair that covered her face. And there were four kids dragging and pushing her, that could have gotten in the way of her hands behind her. So I thought nothing of it. About 10 or 15 minutes later, I heard the same mmmfffing but coming from my Aunt's voice. I looked up and saw a couple of kids pulling someone, and then spotted my aunt's gorgeous legs tugging back, then followed by her head coming into view and she was definitely gagged. Her hair wasn't as full as mom's and didn't hide her over the mouth checkered gag. Aunt Jen saw me seeing her gagged and being pushed and pulled by the kids. She tried to call for my help as the kids pulled her across the way. The sight of her helpless and wanting me to rescue her was kind of a turn on. Aunt Jen is a beautiful and tall woman, who was wearing a slim fitting skirt with matching top. I could see skipping rope wrapped around her arms and chest. Once she was out of sight, I started picturing her getting her feet and legs tied too. All night, I couldn't keep my eyes off her legs. I see a few stories about moms with pantyhose with reinforced toes and i understand the attraction. When ever i see a woman wearing pantyhose with reinforced toes, it brings me back to remember my loving mom and aunts. It was their style and i can't remember a time where they were not wearing pantyhose. I often massaged mom's feet when she was still wearing pantyhose and the feeling of her silky hose was much better then her bare feet. Now at this time, I was starting to think of what my Aunt Jen's feet might feel like and thinking they might tie her feet, I went to see if I could rescue them. Nobody else seemed to notice and I was heading up stairs on my own. When I got to the top, I could here my Aunt mmmffing and the kids giggling that was coming from her room. But before I made it to Aunt Jen's room, I heard some bouncing noises coming from the guest room and opened the door. There mom was struggling hard on the bed, her ankles tied with thin white rope. She was struggling and bouncing in her spot so much that her high heels had fallen off, yet were dangling by the straps from her ankles. Her skirt was pulled up and I could see she was wearing white panties under her tan pantyhose. I wanted to see Aunt Jen but mom looked frantic and a little annoyed, so I entered and as soon as she saw me stopped struggling. I pulled her skirt over her waste as much as I could. I pulled down her gag and saw that her mouth was taped with a transparent tape. I pulled it off and the first thing she said was, "Well this is embarrassing." and laughed off the situation. I help untie some of the knots which were a few. And as she was untying her chest and arms, i was able to untie her ankles and knees. I was aroused because seeing her legs tied meant that Aunt jen would probably be tied the same. Mom told me how the kids jumped her after she told them she was to strong for them to kidnap her and was quickly mistaken. then she said, "I think they got your Aunt too." I took the hint and before i headed out, mom pulled me into her for a hug, I lost my balance and my left hand slipped between her legs and as she hugged me, I felt the warmth of her legs squeeze my hand too. She thanked me for being a gentleman and told me to be the same with my Aunt. I went into my aunt's room and it was exactly what I was hoping for. She was lying on her bad with her shoes off, her ankles tied and her feet raised onto the bed rest as the kids tickled them. She was mmmffing body was jerking around. Her body was tied all over with scarves, skipping rope, and pantyhose. Her ankles were tied with pantyhose and that sight was amazing. She saw me and tried to call for help through her gag which I assumed she was taped mouth as well under the scarf. I tried to sound like a hero but was quickly jumped by my nephews, nieces and sisters. Five kids altogether.I probably could have been fought them off but, i allowed myself to get tied up too. it was incredible how quickly they had tied rope around my arms and legs and I was sat down onto the bed beside Aunt Jen. They gave me a cleave gag with some of Aunt Jen's scarves. they pulled my legs up and i was laying on the bed, with my feet by Aunt Jen's legs. i could see up her skirt while her legs were still on the rest. Once i was down, i heard the kids see mom was escaping and they all ran out of the room after her. I could hear mom squeal and quickly mmmffled. The door was closed and Aunt Jen started to mmmfff something to me. She then started to twist in her spot and turn her body around. In doing so, her legs rubbed over my face, chest then laid on my stomach. She was tryng to tell me something but realized that she couldn't say anything and began to turn around again. She finally got face to face and started to rub her face on my to get me to remove her gag. i bit down on a corner of her scarf and she pulled away, pulling off the over mouth gag. She then nudged at me to help her with the tape. I was able to get my teeth under a corner of the tape and with a couple of tries and tugs, we were able to get the tape off. She gasped for air then rested her head on me while she was planning a way for us to get to untie each other. It ended up being her hands were able to reach one of the knots on my chest ropes and i was able to get an arm loose and was able to untie her hands with my free arm. And once her hands were free, she layed on top my me to reach over to my other arm. I was able to kick my leg ties off and once Aunt jen got off my, I bent over to untie her legs. And they felt amazing. She laid back exhausted, panting and allowing me to pick at her ties on her legs. She even lifted them back onto me so i could reach a knot on the back side of her legs. Once they were free, I gave her legs a rub as if to get circulation back into them. I laid back with her and she turned her head to me, hair messed up, our of breath, sweaty and just gazing at me like we had just made love. "That was exciting. let's go save your mom." She then decided to hop over me to get off the bed. We went back to the guest room and mom was there, tied up again. No kids were in sight, so we entered in to untie mom. This time mom's hands were tied in front, but had a bed sheet tied over her chest and arms that pinned her arms down. Her ankles were tied with a pair of tan pantyhose, which were not easy to untie and had to be cut off. And she was gagged with tights and pantyhose, which were cleave and over the mouth combination. She was able to talk through her gag. She was pretty upset this time, as her ankles were tied really tight, the pantyhose were not clean pairs, and she was left in the room by herself with the lights out for over an hour. I then realized that it may have been that long to take me and Aunt jen to escape. As we were going back to join the family, Aunt Jen put her hand on my backside and walked with me, keeping herself close. Then separated from me and went to the bath room. That night was amazing. and I told Aunt jen in the future that it was one of my favorite times with her to which she told me that she loved that night and our escape tactics. She then told me that if she ever gets bound and gagged again, she hopes it is to me again. This comment caused another tie up adventure with Aunt Jen. But I will save that for another time. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Very nice, John. I'd love to hear more! |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | John you are a lucky guy. Please tell us more.
Thank you. |
| Name: | JR Kelling |
| E-mail address: | JR@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | The Cottage
My Austrian second cousin Heidi (he one who was a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night. We were beginning to be an item We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the B&D Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee lenght kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening). Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Heidi. She twisted Heidi's arms behind her back before cuffing her. As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up. I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position. Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar. You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee. The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots. " I told you to stay out of this" she said to Heidi and me, Heidi having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order." It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Heidi and I had discovered. Or so I thought. "However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to put you in bondage until this is over." And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles. Heidi and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied. "That should keep you docile" one of them said. As Heidi opened her mouth to protest, a gag was inserted into her mouth. " Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked. I shook my head. We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd. We were released from the hogtie and led into the house. Heidi's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut. "Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests." We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit. Heid was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching. "Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me" And with that the two Belles came over and untied me. "Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs. "Don't you wnat to know why Heidi's still manacled" the Chief said. " I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of Heidi in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire. She just looked so cute. " I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in yoru appartment." "Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't take off with Heidi as her hands cuffed behind her back and she wouldn't get far in the woods like that." "Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping." Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could ahve been a model. "Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words. And with that she left. "Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively. Heidi looked at me forlornly. "Sorry Heidi" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz" After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different. I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back. Not only tied behind her back but there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergent Major's on parade ground. Her elbows had been tied together. She was also ball gagged and blindfolded. "Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said. I complied "Down on your knees" Again I complied. The scene was surreal. I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room. The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me. She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor. She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck. Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all. She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two togther at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomack and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back. The woman then came and uncuffed Heidi. "Heidi dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman" " I was pulled to my feet and Heidi took over. " I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled. The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her . "And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening" The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming. You see Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's mother and she had a crush on the Fonz. I was going to be a long night for the Fonz |
| Name: | JR Kelling |
| E-mail address: | JR@hotmail.com |
| Comments: | The Cottage
You will be surprised what happened to me, not least because I doubt you have heard of the special task force known as the Belles. It is a counter intelligence group made up solely of women, because it is recognised that women have superior mental powers - and also can be trained to be as lethal as the men My mother the one who is a Belle in the Austrian police force) and I were down from Scotland and it was Burns night. We were both sitting in this little cafe just before the Burns Night Ball,dressed appropriately in a knee length kilt and boots (as it was ferociously cold that evening. Mum had been given tickets to the ball as a fund raiser from the Getty Institute for whom she worked. As she was recently divorced she asked me to be her partner for the night. Never having been to a Burns night ball nor indeed having wore a kilt before, I thought it would be an interesting experience. Suddenly three policewomen from the Belles special task force came in and one of them arrested Mum. She twisted Mum's arms behind her back before cuffing her. As I tried to intervene, the other two each took one of my arms and twisted them behind my back as I stood up. I hunched forward and one of them kicked the back of my knees forcing me into a kneeling position and then she took over the other wrist of mine from her colleague. She then placed her booted foot on the back on my knee forcing me to remain kneeling but in a very upright position. Her colleague then put a dog collar around my neck and then tied my wrists together (still twisted up my back) and then attached them to the dog collar. You can guess that I felt helpless as I knelt there with the Belle cop holding me down with her foot on the back of my knee. The Chief of Belles then came in and stood before me. She was a magnificent specimen of tough womanhood seductively dressed in a red leather shirt and white blouse and in magificent riding boots. "I told you to stay out of this" she said to Mum, Mum having now also been forced to her knees in front of the Chief. "That was an order. Now I am going to have to enforce my order." It was all to do with the financial affair that was going on in my office that Mum and I had discovered. Or so I thought. "However, as I can't get that through to the two of you, I am going to keep you tied up until this is over." And with that we were hauled of to the awaiting police wagon, where we were shoved in the back with two of the Belles. Mum and I were then both shoved on our stomachs and hogtied. "That should keep you docile" one of them said. As Mum opened her mouth to protest, a gag was inserted into her mouth. " Have you got something to say too" the other Belle asked me. I shook my head. We travelled about ten miles until we came to an old cottage in the woods - far from the maddening crowd. We were released from the hogtie and led into the house. Mum's gag was removed on the condition she kept her mouth shut. "Actually this is one of our safe houses" the Chief said "And you will be out guests." We were shoved to our knees again and then allowed to sit. Mum was almost comfortable in her cuffs but my wrists were aching. "Please" I pleaded with the Chief "will you release my arms, as they are killing me" And with that the two Belles came over and untied me. "Get yourself a drink" the Chief said and I got up and stretched my legs. "Don't you want to know why your Mum is still manacled" the Chief said. "I have learnt to keep my questions to myself this evening" I replied, secretly enjoying the sight of my Mum in kilt and boots, hand cuffed behind her back and sitting demurely on the floor in front of the fire. She looked such a damsel in distress. Wow was she so cute. " I know you think she looks cute" the Chief said mischeviously." We have seen the magazines in your appartment." "Well she's yours this evening - only the cuffs will stay on. I know you won't escape while Mum has her hands cuffed behind her back. Anyway if the both of you ran, she wouldn't get far in the woods like that. Have a nice evening. Oh by the way I'll leave the Fonz with you for protection and to stop you escaping." Well, the Fonz was a beautiful woman, muscular, six foot two and all woman looking seducively cute in her boots and black skirt. She could have been a model. "Don't try anything on the Fonz - she'll have you for breakfast" was the Chief's parting words. And with that she left. "Want some food" the Fonz said and I replied affirmatively. Mum looked at me forlornly. "Sorry Mum" I said "I can't do anything about your cuffs. You heard the Chief. And there is no way I will be able to take the keys from the Fonz" After 15 mins, the Fonz came in from the kitchen but she looked different. I looked puzzled until I realised that there were two women next to her and her hands were tied behind her back. Not only tied behind her back but her elbows had been tied together. On top of that there was also rope tied around the top of her torso forcing her breasts to stick out - like a Sergeant Major's on parade ground. She was then ball gagged and blindfolded. "Hands behind your head and interlock your fingers" the woman with the gun said. I complied. "Down on your knees" Again I complied. The scene was surreal. I was on my knees, hands behind my head with fingers interlocked. Heidi was handcuffed and sitting on the floor and the Fonz was hooded and gagged, with her hands tied behind her back, her torso was roped and the end of the rope was used to pull her into the room. The woman with the gun gave her colleague a piece of rope and she approached me. She pushed me forward on my stomach lowering me down with my long hair until I was on the floor. She them hopped onto my back - and took my right arm and twisted it behind me back so my hand was almost touching the base of my neck. Lucky I was double jointed as that didn't really hurt at all. She did the same with my other hand but then tied the two together at the base of my back, slid the rope around my stomach and the tied it off so my hands were tied tightly together and to the base of my back. The woman then came and uncuffed Mum. "Lori dear" she said " Not much of a gentleman, is he?" I was pulled to my feet and Mum took over. "I'll sort him out this evening" she smiled. I swallowed in horror. I had been set up and my ownmother was going to torture me. The other woman looked at the Fonz and ran her hands over her. "And you my dear Fonz are mine this evening" The Fonz shuddered as she could guess what was coming. You see the woman was Maria Moriaty was the Chief of Belle's boss and she had a crush on the Fonz. It was going to be a long night for the Fonz - and I guessed for me too. Mum chuckled as she led me into the bedroom.... |
| Name: | cool zero |
| Homepage URL: | http://youtu.be/boX1Jlj6fxU |
| Comments: | I been wanting to post here for a while now but was kind of waiting to see if this dream book is current.
My experiences with my mom are similar to classifieds if I am recalling correctly. I started tying up my mom in my 20's since her experience took place when I was around that age. This was back in the late 80's. My mom was a manager of a department store. So it is pretty safe to say she was a heels and hose women during the week. Unless it was winter then she wore thick tights or hose everyday. It happened one morning in the winter. My mom and 3 of her employees were robbed at gun point by 2 masked men. Mom told me every vivid detail prior to us starting our tie up game. The men grabbed one of the employees as she opened the door to the store. My mom and 3 other women were in the back working when they heard a voice tell them to get on the floor! It was then they saw the 2 men holding guns. One man held the employee until my mom and the other 3 women laid on the floor face down. they made the woman they were holding do the same. The men asked who was the boss? My mom said she was and then the men told them to stand up and strip! They stood up and began to take off their clothes. One man said leave your bras and pantyhose on. One women was not wearing pantyhose or tights. the robber who told them to leave on the bra's and pantyhose told his friend go get her a pair of pantyhose! His friend left and came back with a package of pantyhose he tossed it to the women and said put em on! she sat down and everyone watched her put on the pantyhose. Mom said the women was so nervous she ran the hose. They men laughed and said now back on the floor face down hands behind your backs ankles together and don't make a fucking sound. Then one of the men tossed a large black duffle bag on the in the middle of them and said time to tie you bitches up. They laughed and said this is our favorite part of robbing bitches! One of the men dumped the bag and mom said there was a huge pile of rope and rolls of tape. The leader told the other guy go get some more pantyhose so we can stuff their mouths before we tape em. The man left came back with several packages of pantyhose and opened them tossing them on the floor next to the rope. will post more later |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Looking forward to it, Cool Zero! |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | There is something erotic about hearing about a real victim telling their story. Although I have never met a woman who was the victim of a robbery, am friends with a man who was involved in a robbery in the early 90s while he attended college. He was left in just his jockey shorts restrained and effectively gagged with duct tape and a jockstrap was shoved in his mouth, he worked at a store that specialized in expensive sneakers and sports wear. He was left bound and gagged in the storage area for sixteen hours.
In spite of the robbery and the danger he was initially in, he still gets a rush being bound and gagged for long periods of time. He seems to crave tighter and longer periods of time. So please continue your story and tell us more about your mother, especially after the robbery. She is alive and sounds like was unharmed physically. Thank you. |
| Name: | cool zero |
| Comments: | Thanks for the interest in my post.
Continuing where I left off last night. The other guy who I will just call robber 2 from here on out to prevent confusion. Robber 2 tossed several pairs of pantyhose on the floor next to the pile of rope. Robber 1 told each woman to take a pair of pantyhose wad it up and stuff it in their mouths. Mom said she was surprised how calm they all were they put the wadded up pantyhose in their mouths. Then robber 2 grabbed a roll of tape and wrapped several times each of their heads except for my mom. Mom said their cheeks were bulging robber 1 told them to scream except for my mom. The other women screamed and realized they were muffled well and the robbers told them no one is going to hear them so they better keep doing as they are told. They all nodded yes. Robber 2 told them all including my mom to lie on the floor on their stomachs with their hands behind their backs and ankles together. They did as they were told. Robber 1 grabbed some rope and began tying their hands while robber 2 watched them mom said they chatted as if they were having coffee. They decided that the 2 older women will be tied back to back. The other woman closer to mom’s ages which was in her 30’s. She would be tied to a post until mom was brought back into the room. Robber 1 finished by tying moms hands crossed behind her and then told robber 2 to fix up their hostages while he takes boss lady to the safe. Robber 1 reached down and helped mom to her knees then her feet which were untied at this point. He told her to walk slowly in front of him to the office where the safe was. Mom said she started walking and robber 1 began to comment how sexy her pantyhose covered was and looked. Mom said she was afraid of what he was going to do to her once they got into the office. Once in the office she said he helped her get down on her knees facing the safe. He told her she could spit out the pantyhose in her mouth after he untied her wrists which she said were hurting. He warned her not talking unless spoken to mom nodded yes. He untied her wrists and she spit out the pantyhose. He told her to open the safe and then to move over and put her hands behind her back face to the wall mouth closed. He asked mom if she understood she softly said yes. She told me her mind was preparing for the worst concerning his sexual comments as she walked in front of him. She opened the safe and then moved over and followed his instructions. Robber 1 picked up the rope tied her hands crossed picked up the pantyhose and then said since you are being a good hostage I will get a clean dry pair of hose to stuff you mouth with. He called out to robber 2 and asked for rope tape and more hose. Robber 2 said here I come but Robber 1 said are the other hostages done up? He said yeah man got those fines asses bound and gagged well. Robber 1 said let me hear em. Robber 2 told them make some noise for the man bitches. Mom said she began hear mpphing sounds and struggling sounds. Robbers 1 said cool tell em cool it and bring the shit I told you. Mom said her heart was racing as robber 2 brought in the stuff as robber 1 called it. Robber 1 then said go watch those hostages I am going to spend some time with boss lady and shut the door on your way out. Robber 2 left shutting the door. Robber 1 told mom to open her mouth and he stuffed 2 wadded up pairs of pantyhose in her mouth grabbed the roll of tape and wrapped it around her head several times. He said scream mom tried to scream but she said it was like nothing came out. Robber 1 said good girl you realize no one can hear you or help you right? Mom nodded yes holding back tears. Robber 1 said relax we are not going to rape any of you we are just going rob you and leave but until we are ready to leave we are going to tie and gag you all until we are ready to leave. He said we have to stay in practice for our next hostage right. Mom nodded yes. Robber 1 said I am the leader so don’t think my friend out there is doing anything to your employees. Mom nodded yes. Robber 1 then said you are the sexiest hostage I have had in a long time and I am going to enjoy tying you up in different positions and you’re going to put on a nice show of trying to get loose and making lots of noise for me ok? Mom nodded yes and robber 1 said well let’s begin. She saw him check his watch he said we have plenty of time before the rest of your ladies get her. He then stood mom up and walked her over to her office chair sat her down and began tying her to it. Mom said he tied rope everywhere and quickly when he was finished her legs were tied spread and feet pulled under so her hips kind were kind of pulled forward but her upper body was tied to the back of the chair. She said she felt like she was arching in a way. He sat down and said sorry about the spread legs but I love seeing pantyhose crotch panels on my hostages as they struggle. He told mom show time and she tried hard to move and please him but he had her tied to good she could barely move anything. She made noises like he wanted. She said he was smiling the whole time. After what seemed like hours but was some minutes he told mom good job and now for your next tie. He untied her and had her bend over her desk long ways with her hands out in front of her. He tied her wrists together and then tied a rope between them to the desk and then tied each ankle to each leg thus again spreading her legs. He then tied a rope over her and around the middle of the desk pinning her to the desk. He then turned on the radio and found some upbeat song and told mom he wanted her to shake her ass to the music and struggle and make good noises for him. She did as he said she could see his reflection in the glass when she turned her head to one side. She said he was smiling probably touching himself over his jeans. When the song ended he untied her from the desk. He then made her stand up and put her hands behind her back this time he tied her wrists side by side and then he tied her elbows. He then took a knotted rope and tied it around her waist and between her legs. Mom said she was frozen as he passed the rope through not touching her then she felt him pull it up her back side and then a knot hit a spot as mom called it and she tried to scream but no use. He said got it didn’t I mom said her face was red and tears filled her eyes. He told her it is a special treat for her only since she was the boss. He then hobbled her ankles and took her by the arm led her back into the store room with the others who were putting on a show to robber 2 she said they were sweating from struggling. Robber 2 was drinking a cup of coffee and eating a doughnut. He saw mom and smiled so you’re the lucky one today. Mom said the other women were told to look as robber 1 told them about mom’s new friend the crotch rope and what those knots are doing and going to do real soon. Mom said she was so humiliated as robber one put her on her knees facing the other women. Robber 2 said time to go lets hooded tape and get the fuck out. Robber 1 said let’s do it I will hood em and tape em you grab all their clothes and shoes dump their purses take all their jewelry and cash even the fucking pennies. Put all that shit in a bag with the real cash. Mom said Robber 1 took a pair of pantyhose and pulled them over the woman who was tied to the poles head he said crotch panel on your nose too bad they are clean he then grabbed the tape and tapped over her eyes and mouth around her head several times. Then robber 1 said now to you 2 fine old ladies. He cut the tape that was wrapped over their mouths around both of their head holding the heads together. Robber 1 hooded each one the same as the first woman taped them the same and once he was done run the tape around their mouths pinning their head together again they were tied back to back with their legs out in front of them tied above and below the knees ankles side by side. Robber 1 said ok boss lady your turn mom was hooded and taped. Then robber 2 said ok got their shit. Robber 1 said come here and help me hogtie boss lady and her friend on the pole. Robber 2 untied and put the women on the pole into a hogtie mom was placed next to her and hogtied as well. Robber 2 said hey lets tie their faces to old broads feet like we did those chicks before. Robber1 said good idea. Mom said she was pulled forward until her face was pressed against a foot then rope was tied around her head forcing her face to this woman’s foot. The woman next to her was tied the same way. Robber 2 laughed and said enjoy smelling her stinky ass feet bitches I can smell nasty things from here! Both robbers laughed Robber 1 said fuck lets rope our 2 hogtied hotties together for the fuck of it make it harder for the cops or whoever finds them to untie em. Mom said they tied ropes all over her and the other woman moms toes were tied the soles of her feet and anywhere else they could tie a rope and connect it to the other woman and the same was done to mom they connected the other woman’s ropes to her. They laughed and robber 1 knelt down whispered in moms ear enjoy that crotch rope honey and slapped her on her ass. They women heard the back door open and close. Mom said they just laid their quietly afraid to move. Eventually they all started moving and making noises mom said every part of her body was hurting and the crotch rope was killing her not in a good way she told she just began sobbing uncontrollably. She said they were all sobbing when they heard the door open and voices they went for it making as much noise as they could and soon their co workers were in the stock room freaking out calling police and untying and cutting ropes off of them. Mom said they police got there very fast and she was humiliated even more when the officers took over and cut the ropes off them and knowing one of those officers saw the rope tied between her legs and going up through her behind. The tape and pantyhose were removed and mom said it hurt their faces were red and sticky.. Paramedics came and wrapped them in blankets and treated them. Mom said the 2 older women quit the next day and the one mom’s age stayed on with her and eventually transferred. Mom got promoted to the corporate side. The men were not caught until about 2 years later. |
| Name: | cool zero |
| Comments: | It is that experience that got me into tying up my mom on a regular basis for several years.
I knew she was robbed at work and small bits of what happened. Then one night I am guessing about 6 months after it happened. I was driving her home from a party and she told me that she wanted to really tell me what happened during the robbery. I was shocked, pissed off and wanted to find those guys. I went through a million emotions as I listened to her tell me every detail I felt like I was actually there. When she finished she looked at me and said I am drunk and need to be to ask you what I am going to ask you. Then she said I know you are into tying up women and have been tying up girls since you were in Jr High. I was speechless. She laughed I know all about you and your games. She said that is why I want you to start tying me up now. I said are you kidding she got annoyed no I am not kidding I want you to tie me up but your going to be my robber not my son for this game. I was not making the connection just yet she was more annoyed and said look genius your going to pretend I am your hostage hello role play here! I got it and said are you sure this is a good idea she got pissed now. She said yes it is a fucking great idea because for some reason I think this will help me get over this shit ok. She said are you going to help me or not? I said I would be the robber but was not sure what to do. She looked at me and said give me a break what you do is put a mask over your head take me tie me up gag me pretend I am your hostage. I said ok so I can do whatever I want to you then? she looked at me and said no your going to do things to me like that fucking guy did but no crotch ropes ever! I said I am cool with that she said I know you have ideas and fantasy's so I am sure you will be a good robber after a few times right. I said you are right and to show her just what a good robber I was I drover her back to my apartment took her up stairs tied her to a chair ballgagged her a first for her at that time. Went and put a stocking over my head came back made her struggle and took a few polaroids of her. It was about a 2 hour session and by the end of it she was impressed at how I handled her. We began our sessions as she like to call them weekly we would try to start on Friday and play off and on throughout the weekend but sometimes with work and things we would have to start on Saturday. We took our games on the road with us as well. We both had very high stress jobs and it was a great way to relieve that stress dumb as that may sound. I was never a big pantyhose guys but it did not take long to win me over that soft silky material awesome! we played for several years until one day she told me it was out of her system and that was about the time they sent those 2 criminals to prison for a very long time. Mom and I still hang out but no tie ups or any of that stuff. We chat about it once in a while but it was fun well it lasted as she said and I am ok with it. |
| Name: | Abandon |
| Comments: | Oh man these posts are intense. I thought mine was wild.
I never got to tie up my mom but I got to watch my dad tie and gag her every night. I was in my teens in the 70's when I first got to see what bondage was all about. One day I rolled in from school and heard some hard rock playing my dad was old school Nam Vet and loved hard rock. I walk into the living room expecting to find pop drinking a brew. I not only find pop drinking a brew but see my mom and aunt encased from head to toe in pantyhose and taped up! My pop looks at me and says have a seat and watch the show. I watched as my mom and aunt wiggled and rolled around making noise for about an hour. Then dad handed me some medical shears and said cut em loose son! I knelt down and cut them loose as dad watched. My mom and aunt who were in bra's and panties stood up and left them room to go put on clothes. Dad told me I could watch him tie up my mom and aunt and will be his official untier but he would not let me tie them up. It really did not make sense but my dad made the rules and the cash plus you never argue with a combat vet. So I got to see my aunt bound and gagged daily see my aunt divorced and moved in with us for 2 years and I learned from dad that her rent was bondage on call. Meaning dad paid her way for the 2 years she lived with us but her job was his personal bondage model as he called her. Then of course mom got her share as well daily for her mom however had her sister my aunt to keep dad happy while she cooked and cleaned and mom worked so my aunt filled in she also helped my dad with his business. He worked from home so he had it made he could have my aunt tied and gagged in his office and still work and make bank! Way cool is what I thought. I used to race home from school to enjoy seeing my aunt tied and gagged some how some way somewhere in the house. Dad had a friend from Nam who was a leather worker and he made dad gags for his ladies as he called them dad had 3 of every kind of gag ball,bit,plug and one ring gag which was for mom only. He had blindfolds and straps and piles of rope. I would sit and watch my aunt and mom struggle and mmmph as dad worked of watched the game or listen to music. I could see he enjoyed running things as he put it and everyone was cool with and enjoyed being run so to speak even my older sister. One time she was home from college and I get home from practice and find her my mom and aunt hogtied and gagged Mom in her bra and pantyhose ring gagged my aunt in cut offs and tank top ballgagged and my sister in running shorts tan knee hi's and white t shirt plug gagged! I about shit myself when I saw my sister she looked at me rolled her eyes and went back to struggling with my mom and aunt. mom was drooling all over and dad scopped her up took her to their room and took care of his needs. I was left their with my aunt and sister not sure what to do they were trying to say untie them now game over. But I was frozen staring at them. Then dad yelled out good ahead untie em boy and shut the door. I untied them and they removed their gags leaving me with rope and gags. My sister raised 1 finger she said this is our safe sign that means untie us dip shit! I did not know about signs she and my aunt were pissed off at me the rest of the day. I looked forward to seeing my sister tied up she treated me like shit and seeing her bound and gagged watching her struggle was priceless to me she hated the fact I got to see her bound and gagged so much so she complained to my dad who told her to get over it. See dad told me he was paying for my sisters college and apartment car basically my sister got spoiled rotten and all she had to do is join the tie up payment plan. My sister ended up getting her Masters degree so I got to see sis tied and gagged plenty she hated it which made it even better for me. My aunt remarried her first husband go figure and moved out after 2 years. So mom was our main source of entertainment she did not care as she told me dad started tying her up after their 2nd date so she was used to it nothing new. They were high school sweethearts according to mom. My sister had set times when she would come home to visit but also to pay her debts in full. One time dad had my sister hogtied and ballgagged in her room when one of dad's clients stopped by for a business meeting dad told me to get in my sisters room and watch her while he had his meeting he said I just tied her up. He went downstairs and I strolled into my sisters room and she saw me and gave me that pissed off indigent look. I smiled and said it's just you and me now sis dad has a meeting. I shut the door. She gave me her sign and I said sorry no sign time dad said he just roped you up. She struggled hard and pouted to bad. I noticed for the first time my sister was wearing tan full fashioned stocking and I could see her garters peeking out from under her skirt. Her chucky heels next to her. I sat beside her looking at the soles of her feet I found the stockings very sexy for some reason she was staring at me. I said my your feet stinky she got pissed struggled hard then made pouty sounds drool was starting to leak from the corner of her mouth. I then said I am going to touch your feet and you cannot stop me can you ? She shook her head no as I slowly ran my hands over her soft damp soles. I then said fuck it I undid her connecting rope and told her I was taking her to my room. Just then dad came in and said sorry honey I am in a meeting we will finish later and shut the door. Then he came back in and said go ahead and untie son. Ok I said and he shut the door I heard him walk down the steps. I looked at my sister and she lifted her finger and I said nope your going to my room now! She was still tied wrists and ankles I told her my room or here either way I am not untying you yet. She made whinny pouty sounds and I said my room she nodded yes. I helped her up and held her as she hopped down the hall to my room. Once in my room I got my ropes out that I used to play tie up games with my friends. I told my sister I was putting her back into the hogtie and was going to play with her pretty stocking feet. I helped her on the floor and put her between my bed and the wall so if dad came in he would not see her and she could not roll away. I reconnected her into the hogtie and she struggled for me and her skirt rode up to the point I got the full show black panties black garters and of course her stockings. I played with her feet for about 30 minutes. I sniffed and rubbed and kissed her smelly feet. I enjoyed telling her how stinky her feet were as I smelled and kissed them. She just pouted and made whinny noises. I let her go after the 30 minutes and she called me a bunch of names and slammed my door. About 10 minutes later I heard dad tell her he was ready to get back to business. I heard some mmpphing and squeaking sounds and went to see as I always did her door was open and dad had tied her to her bed her feet were lifted off the mattress and attached to the foot board her hand were tied to the corners and her head was on a pillow she had the plug gag blindfold head harness on. Dad also tied her legs above and below her knees he said we don't want to see up her skirt. We watched her struggle and mmpph moan and what not mom came home and soon found herself hogtied in my sisters room ballgag harness and blindfold for mom dad had her strip to her bra and pantyhose right there before he tied her. Now dad had got a phone call right after he had mom trussed up and he left and I could not resist moms hosed feet. I could smell them from where I was they were sweaty her tan hose were damp as I moved in and touched them. She jumped and I whispered into her ear it me and I did the same to her feet as I did my sisters who had stopped struggling and was listening intently. Mom mpphhed and struggled but I went for broke. I heard dad coming and he untied moms connecting rope picked her up and told me to untie my sister and he took mom to their room. I untied my sister she was surprised and I went to my room. I never got to help or do any tie ups and my mom was not happy I smelled her feet that time and she decided to try and teach me a lesson. One day when it was just her and I she scolded for smelling her feet and told me to get down and smell her feet. I got down took off her shoes and was blown away by the smell she said I want to smell my pantyhose that I worn for 3 days now maybe now you will learn to not be a pig. Mom was getting off on being in charge sadly for her it back fired and she got really pissed off when she realized I was loving every minute of it. She told me dad when he got back he cussed me out and by this time told me to pack my shit and get out I was old enough to leave home. I left and never went back my sister got in touch with my once to try and make peace with everyone but I was not interested. All I have are the things I got to see and that is good enough for me |
| Name: | Young Lad of the 70s |
| Comments: | Cool Zero
Touching stories. Thank you. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Nice, Cool Zero! Abandon, it's too bad that things ended the way they did, but that must have been something to see. |
| Name: | Classified |
| Comments: | First off Cool Zero glad your mom and co workers were un harmed and justice was done! Hope you might share a bit about the times you and your mom played.
Sorry you had a rough go of things Abandon. I had been thinking about one of the road trips mom and I took when we were "gaming". As I stated before I jump around with my experiences. This road trip came about during a winter. Mom had signed up for a weeks time at one of the company's time shares they had for the executives. It was a ski lodge about 150 miles from where we lived. We had been there many a time and mom loved skiing and it was just a cool place to relax and play. Anyhow she got the week off and the lodge when I came home that from work she told me about her time off and asked me to take sometime off so we could go and catch up on game time. She had been traveling a lot and I had my own tractor trailer which I had decked out nice. I was running local so I could take care of the house while mom was gone. A good friend owned the company and I could pick and choose to go out of state when I wanted or when mom wanted to go on a trip. She loved riding with me and she got to see a lot of the states. I enjoyed having her company and it was fun to have her tied up in the sleeper while I drove sometimes. I called my boss and asked him for a run to that state. He told me he had one within 15 miles of the lodge which was perfect and I got a load coming after our stay so I was happy. Mom was excited as well and told me she had been missing game time since we were often both busy. I agreed with her on that I missed it as well as Cool Zero put it was a good stress release for me and I think her as well. The day came for us to leave and mom packed her stuff in my truck and we headed out. We stopped at the yard and I picked up the loaded trailer and paper work. It was lightly snowing where we lived and with rush hour traffic driving was a pain in the ass. Mom could sense I was getting annoyed so she kept the conversation light and picked out good cd's to listen to. Mom loved to make food for our trips so she busted out the coffee and snacks. Pretty soon I was content. She told me how much she was looking forward to hitting the slopes and softly said feeling her captors ropes. She asked me if the captor was looking forward to spending time with a ski bunny hostage. I smiled he sure is in fact he has already planned something for his little ski bunny. Mom smiled and mad a hmmmm sound as she took a sip of her tea. The weather got worse but mom was a great navigator and kept me on point as I drove. It was pretty late as I recall when we got within about 15 miles of where I had to drop off the load before we headed to the lodge. I pulled into a truck stop so I could fuel up check my truck and mom could use the ladies room. Now if it matters mom was wearing jeans a heavy sweater and some black leather winter boots which looked like work boots but had a fake fur around the ankle. I knew she was wearing either black pantyhose or black tights that was a given she was wearing nylons of some type. Once we got back in the truck mom asked me how far are we to the yard. I told her about 15 miles. She said I want you to do something for me. I knew where she was going. She wanted to be tied up for the rest of the ride in. Normally I would have had no problem with it but the weather was shitty. She told me to rope her up in the sleeper and once we got close to gag her. Like you have done before. I told her I did not think it was a good idea with the weather she pouted and said my captor would not care about the weather when he had to hide his hostage. I smiled ok you win as always. She smiled of course I win because I wear the pantyhose and get tied up! I took out my ski mask and put it on she had climbed in the back of the sleeper. I went into the sleeper and pulled the curtain. She had pulled out the bunk and taken off her boots heavy shiny black tights that had a reinforced toe very nice. She was laying face down her hands behind her back. I tied her wrists and elbows then tied her down to the bunk and blindfolded her. I tied her ankles and connected a rope between them to a small hold down ring in the floor. Her feet were very sweaty and the smell was strong. She tried not to giggle as I was tying her feet. I told her to be quite as I did not want to gag her until we were basically in the yard in case she needed to be released. I opened the curtain took off the mask and headed down the road. I put a mirror on my dash once we started this game so I could see her and make sure she was ok but also sneak a peek of her struggling. Post the rest later |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Classified, awesome, so far! I can't wait for more! |
| Name: | Classified |
| Comments: | Thanks BG here is the rest.
Mom was doing her thing as I drove and about a block from the yard I pulled over and since she was blindfolded went back into the sleeper and looking around for a gag saw moms scarf. I picked it up and pressing it to her lips told her sternly to open she opened her mouth and I wrapped the scarf twice around her head and tied it off. It was a thin scarf which was easy to work with. I told her to behave herself she knew I was about to enter the yard. "behave yourself" was one of our code words we used. She nodded and mpphed she wiggled around as I checked her ropes to make sure she was ok and to reinforce to her she was my captive. I climbed back in the drivers seat reached over and closed the curtain. I the proceeded to the entrance of the yard. I stopped at the guard shack and the guard climbed up on to my truck. I gave him my paper work and then he climbed down and buzzed me in. I dropped the trailer where he told me to but I always got anxious when I knew I had mom trussed up in the sleeper and I was out of the truck. I am very protective of her and never liked leaving her alone when we were game on. I took about 10 minutes to drop the trailer because of the ice and cold. I was in and out of the truck and made sure she was ok she would nod yes to my promptings. After the trailer was dropped I headed back to the gate and the guard gave me my paper work back and we headed to the lodge. I opened the curtain and asked my captive who began to struggle and mphhh if she was ok. she nodded yes and played her role the rest of the way. we got to the lodge and drove down the road to where our place was. I parked and went to untie mom and got her down to her gag, blindfold and wrists she shook her head no and pulled away when I went to untie her wrists. I told her to stop we had to go inside she pulled away from me again. I then said so I have to carry your ass into the place she giggled and nodded yes. I then told my captive to get ready and I went around to the side of the sleeper and opened the door and with her help slid her out in my arms. I carried her over my shoulder because I had to dig in her purse to get the keys and open the dam door. She enjoyed playing around as I carried her basically she was being her usual princess self. I got the door open and got her inside found a light switch no thanks to her wiggling. I set her down on the sofa and told her game over I had to untie her. I untied her wrists and she removed her blindfold and gag then busted out laughing. She said the look on my face was priceless. She said she loved to make me work for it. I went and brought in the rest of our things and mom went to her room and unpacked I did the same. We ate a really late dinner and chatted she wanted to know what surprise the captor had for his hostage. I told her is was a surprise. My plan was to encase her in pantyhose first surprise and second to tie her to a chair in front of this huge window overlooking the slopes and the trails. We went to bed and mom went skiing in the morning so when I woke up she was gone. I got ready made coffee and sat looking out the window. Eventually mom came back she was fill of energy. We ate breakfast and talked she told me she wanted to change into something more comfortable. That was a cue for me so I went got masked and our little suitcase with ropes and gags. Mom was on her way back to the living room when I got her from behind perfect timing. I held my hand over her mouth and took her to a chair near the big window which was open. I sat her down and took our white ballgag from my back pocket pushed it in her mouth and buckled it. I then tied her to the chair which I pulled into the center of the window. She was playing her role but also looking at me like I was nuts! She had no idea I had tested this out prior to doing it. From the trails you can just see 2 shapes in the middle of the window. Once she was tied I pulled the other chair next to her and the small table. I went and got myself a cup of coffee and came back she stared at me and gagged talked I was nuts! I smiled sipped my coffee and sat down next to her and told her to enjoy the view. Now really quick mom was wearing a very nice gray sweat suit the kind not meant for working out she had on fluffy white socks and slippers which I tossed off to the side as I was tying her ankles. She shook her head struggled and mmmpphed but when she saw people she would not move. I laughed because I was sitting there with a black ski mask on! I told her no one can see us but suggested she just enjoy the great view telling her she will have plenty of time to struggle against my ropes and gags later. She kind of let out this little moan of anticipation. We enjoyed the view for about 20 minutes and then I untied her leaving he wrists and ankles bound I took her to my room. I laid her on my bed and tied a rope between her wrists pulling her hands up over her head tied the rope to my head board. I then tied a rope between her ankles and lifted and held her ankles in one hand pulled the rope tight so when I let her ankles go her feet were suspended off the mattress. I then tied her above and below her knees. She was loving it. The beds are European Kings they are freakin huge and had heavy wood 4 posts with head and foot boards great for tying. She struggled as I kind of dozed off. I stayed close enough to her so she could nudge me. She nudged me and I woke up she was drooling like crazy. I took out the gag thinking something was wrong she said thank you look at me I am a mess. I cut the ropes off her asking her what happened and she said for some reason the ball felt really big in her mouth when she was laying there and drool just came out like water. She said she was ok and it really made her feel so helpless as she could not stop drooling. Mom really amazed me she truly enjoyed the game. She told me to get ready for lunch. We went and ate lunch I walked her back along the trail pointed to our window so she could see. She laughed and said that I got her on that one. She said we are going to eat dinner at the steakhouse which you have to wear a suit and tie to get in to eat. She asked if I brought my suit and tie? I told her I did she asked me to take her into the city she wanted to get her hair and nails done. We hopped in the truck and drove into the city. we found the salon where her co workers go when they stay at the lodge. I went in and after 5 minutes went and got some coffee and sat in my truck. Between the smell of hair products and women gossip I thought my head would explode. Mom looked amazing when she came out. I never described mom before but she had the Ann Bancroft look from the movie the Graduate. Mom was no slouch she took great care of herself. We headed back to the lodge and got dressed for dinner. I was waiting for her in the living room when she came in. My jaw hit the floor she had on a very nice simple black dress and patent leather pumps closed toes. She had on some black hose with seems down the back. and she had a fur coat she loved to wear. I told she looked awesome she smiled and thanked me picked up her purse and said I am sure my captor with enjoy his rich business woman hostage tonight. What do you think? I smiled oh yes he will enjoy her very much. She took my arm and we walked to the steak house we got our table and had a great meal and mom was hinting around about our game later. I played it off. After dinner we went over to the lodge bar type area they had live music mom and I had some drinks and enjoyed the music. Everything was cool until this guy came up to mom with a drink and tried chatting her up in front of me. She told him she was with someone and turned and grabbed my hand. They guy was older then my mom by about 10 years but thought he was hot shit I guess. I got pissed off pretty quick. I said a few things to him and he backed off and went away. Mom told me he saw her on the slopes this morning and tried hitting on her she told him she was with someone but she figured he did not believe her until now. We walked back to our place and mom went to freshen up I locked up and went to get the game stuff. I was still pissed off by that guy as I pulled a nylon stocking over my head |
| Name: | Classified |
| Comments: | Sorry Here is the end technology sucks some times.
I heard mom in the living room already she had turned on the stereo and I made my way down strairs into the hallway. I ducked into a bed room and made a noise mom came to see playing the role and I took her and got her back into the living room and helped her onto the floor face down. I wasted no time and panel gagged her and roped her up into a hogtie. Mom struggled and mmphed. I was still annoyed by that guy to the point I did not really pay attention to how tight I might have tied and gagged her. I came to my senses when her shoe flung off her foot and hit my leg. I went and began to check her ropes and the gag strap. She looked over her shoulder at me and shook her head yes I think she knew why I was checking her. I sat back and let out a sigh and watched mom struggle in her dress. Then I saw she was still wearing her dress it was not a cheap dress and I said I cannot let her ruin this dress. I told her I was going to make her change. She shook her head no and really thrashed around she was going play it her way for now. I told her that defiance is going to cost her later. She rolled on her side looked at me and pretended to be angry calling me names. Mostly asshole I think. She had her fun and when her dress had ridden up to the waist band of her Cuban heel pantyhose I called back time. She was ready for a break and I wanted to get her changed into something else workable. I untied and ungagged her she went to change came back in some denim shorts t shirt still rocking those sexy Cuban heel pantyhose. She came over to where I was standing hugged me and said thank you for taking care of me all these years and protecting me. Don’t let that ass get to you. I felt a little better . She laughed and said game on and ran into the living room. I ran after her and after a few trips around the sofa I caught her and tied her up. I told her since she wanted to defy me earlier and try and escape from me now that I was going to put her into a very special bondage. I helped her up off the sofa and held her arm as she hopped to the center of the living room. I picked her up and set her down then went to our case and took out 6 pairs of pantyhose and tossed them on the floor next to her. She was cleave gagged and looked at me and said oh no. She knew I smiled oh yes it is encasement time for you feisty little hostage. She tried to stay in her role but giggled at my comment. I came back harsh laugh now but soon your little ass is going to be bound gagged and encased head to toe in pantyhose. She pouted and I told her to roll over on her stomach. She did pouting as I untied the rope from her wrists and wrapped her wrists with tape. Then I did her ankles and above and below her knees. I realized after I just trashed those sexy Cuban heel pantyhose. I then lifted moms legs so her feet were at my face and told my hostage how sexy her smelly pantyhose were. She played her role and pressed my lips to her soles and kissed them and took a little sniff. I was not a hardcore foot fetish but the smells were interesting and her feet were pretty and soft. But the main reason was she was self conscience of the smell of her feet. She told me my dad and one of her really close friends and called her out about the smell of her feet back in the day and it humiliated her because some other people heard it and laughed and stared at her. She knew why I was doing it and I admitted to her several times the smell does not bother me and it is kind of intoxicating. I do toss in some foot smelling and tickling of her feet in our games. I began encasing her at her feet first and worked my way up to her head. I had a pair of her freshly worn pantyhose from the day before we left for her head. I knew she would not love having them over her head but I have hooded her with her dirty hose many times before so it was to be expected. She knew when she saw them in my head and pretend to get really angry as I had removed her gag so she could talk shit to me during the process. I smiled grabbed the panel gag and strapped it in her mouth she was still trying to talk shit and then I pulled her smelly hose over her head cotton panel over her nose of course. I wondered how she felt have her own dirty hose over her head and having the panel over her nose. I asked her afterward because I always wondered and found her answer interesting. I then tied the legs around so the toes were under her nose. Then I taped her upper and lower body and soles of her feet. She was mmmpphing more pouting then anything I teased her about smelling herself and of course she acted pissed off . I finished with the taping and sat on the sofa watching her explore her new bondage. I went and got a drink and sat on the floor near her as she rolled around and mpphhed and tried to cuss me out. I decided to take her upstairs to one of our rooms. I made sure everything was shut down and knelt down and got mom on her feet. I went to grab the suit case and she decided to start hopping away. I got her and picked her up over my shoulder and carried her and the suit case up stairs and seeing her room was a mess with clothes and stuff took her in her room. I laid her on her bed and she was staring at me I then went to the foot of the bed and pulled her down toward the foot board. I then cut the tape from her soles and tore open the hose encasing her feet exposing those fully fashioned Cuban heels. I rubbed her feet and she began to relax and then I tickled her feet and she rolled around and laughed and then I would rub them until she was letting out big sighs and then tickle them. I then got down and did a bit of smelling after a long foot massage and she moaned as I pressed my nose between her toes she was wiggling and curling her toes so tight. After this I cut her loose and we called it a night. I am no fool mom told me sometimes she really really enjoys the games. I knew what she would do after tonights game. A few times over the course of the years I saw her doing a little self bondage with a gag as she took care of herself. She never knew I saw her and I did not stay and watch but noticed because she did not close her door all the way or one time happened to be in the living room when I came home from work. That time she knows I saw her because she saw me but we never mention it. Which brings me to the dirty hose over her head she told me in a round about way it arouses her not all the time but certain times. She said the first time she felt that feeling she felt very ashamed but she was powerless to do anything since I had her tied up. The rest our trip was just like the first 2 days skiing and hanging out with a good dose of tie up games mixed in. I decided to beat mom to the punch for the ride home I tied her up in the sleeper ballgagged her over the pair of pantyhose I put over her head. She called me an ass of course but we enjoyed the ride and once we got bondaged out she was riding up front with me looking at her rope marks and went in back came out with a ballgag put it in her mouth and put on her sun glasses. I laughed my ass off as she wore that dam thing off and on until we got home. At one point she had it in her mouth and another truck pulled along side of me at the truck stop the guy did a double take when he saw mom with a ballgag in her mouth. He honked and waved and then held up his cb mic and number of fingers for a channel. I tuned in and he said that is one hot lady you got with you mom was blushing but loving it. He said honey you look great with that big red ball in your mouth I gotta get on of those for my wife. He said you know how to keep your lady nice and quite for those long trips alright. He asked if she was tied up? I said no mom lifted her hands he said if to her if you were with me you would be tied up in some sexy panties and that is it. Mom gagged talked into the mic for him a bit as he pushed on passed us. He told mom honey you made my day the next 400 miles I am going be thinking about you. He said to me you are one lucky S,O,B. After that mom took off the ball she was blushing and all flustered I laughed and said you asked for it I told cars cannot see up but other trucks can see us. She said I think I will just behave the rest of the way now. |
| Name: | Cool Zero |
| Comments: | Thanks for the interest and kind words.
Man Classified your experiences were as intense as mine. I like your style and I think I will just share the experiences that come to mind instead going 1,2,3. I have to admit when mom and I started this role play I really had no interest in pantyhose or feet but as time went on I found the pantyhose mixed with bondage exciting and feet seemed to work their way into the mix as well. When mom and I were not meeting for role play I dated some girls who were into bondage one girl was a friend of mine in school and would have never guessed she was into bondage. She just told me she liked it one night as I drove her home from work. I had bondage games as much as I wanted so to speak. Of course my games with my girlfriends were much more different then with mom for obvious reasons. The first time we played took some getting used to for me not the bondage but the role mom wanted me to play for her and how she wanted me to play that role. She was not to thrilled by our first 2 games and she laid it all out for me exactly what I was to do. Our 3 session was spot on and by our 8 session she was happy with my role. Mom went and bought some gags a plug gag/ballgag harness with blindfold and 2 ballgags one normal size and the other was 1in 5/8 or 1 in and 3/4 either way it was a big hard pink ball. I called it the drooler everytime I used it on her she drooled. One time mom had went to house sit for a friend of hers and I was to drive up and keep her captive over the weekend. She told me in no uncertain terms were we going to break roles bathroom eating and the other things would be done in role. I she told me a few other things I was to make her do or do to her depending how I looked at it. I got to the house it was already dusk and she saw me pull up so she went and opened the door. I grabbed the bag and went in shutting and locking the door pulled the black stocking over my head and went into the living room where she was. She had on skirt blouse and pantyhose which was what she wore to work so that was her thing for the game. I walked in and did the burglar role I did a quick tie and gag of her and then took her by her arm and she hopped while we went and checked the doors to the house. I led her into the dining room and made her take off her skirt and bend over the table I tied her to the table the way the robber tied her to her desk and then I went and turned on the radio and told her to dance just like the robber did. She just did it. It was as if she tuned me out. After that I retied her to one of the dining room chairs and sat and ate in front of her taunting her. After I ate I fed her and took her to the restroom. Once she was done I pulled out the sofa bed and tied her to it. Prior to that I put her in the ballgag blindfold head harness. Tied her spread out and turned on the tv. She did her thing and I kept my eye on her eventually she gave up. I untied her and retied her hands behind her back I removed the ball harness and regagged her with a simple cloth between her lips. I made her walk me around the house pretending to look for stuff. Of course she expected me to say things as she walked in front of me. I have to say saying the stuff she wanted me to say to her was the hardest part of these games it just never feels or is right. After the tour I hogtied her in the owners bedroom and found her friends dirty clothes hamper and hooded her with her friends dirty hose. That really threw her for a loop she was not expecting that and the funny part about it is her friend like my mom wore hose everyday so I had plenty of smelly ones to choose from. I had her wear a couple pairs that I liked the color and style and she was hooded with a few more and I stuffed her mouth with a few pairs over the weekend. I was thinking what her friend is going to think when she sees her pantyhose on top of her laundry hamper instead of mixed in with her clothes like they were. I roped mom in every room including the garage. She stayed in her blouse bra panties and whatever pantyhose I wanted her to wear. Nothing more nothing less. The only time she was untied was to sleep, use the restroom and eat. Other then that I had to keep her tied and gagged in some way. I bought leather cuffs and straps to use on her for the in between times. After the games mom would tell me what I did good and what I did bad. She was not shy to let me know I sucked at certain parts of my role. I had to remind mom a few times that this is not for real meaning she was back in that day she was robbed. It was fun though I mean I got to do things to her my girl friends would not let me do like pantyhose hoods. I know there was more to mom wanting to re enact this thing then she will ever tell me which is cool but It was fun while it lasted. |
| Name: | B.G. |
| Comments: | Cool Zero and Classified, awesome! |
| Name: | Gotcha Mom |
| Comments: | Pretty interesting posts here.
My mom's ex boyfriend left her tied and gagged dressed in her girdle with graters attached to tan rht stockings. He tied her sitting up to her head board arms stretched out toward the posts her chest roped to the headboard to keep her pinned against it. Her legs spread with ankles tied to the foot posts by longer ropes which were tied tight. He strapped a large black ball in her mouth. Before her left he left a detailed note for me on the kitchen table. When I got home from class I was in college at the time. I found and read the note and walked down to moms room where she was exactly as the note said. He set up the cam corder on her which was live fed into the tv so every thing she did she could see on the tv screen as it was also being recorded. I was fucking blown away to say the least have to admit mom looked HOT! I reread the note to her out loud she was blushing as I finished and I went to the "toy" drawer and found all her toys. Mom was so humiliated she just pouted. I rewound the video tape in the camera and we sat and watched the video. Her ex taped everything even shot close ups of mom. Mom just whimpered as the video played finishing up with me reading the letter out loud. I removed her gag and untied her and then I took the video out of the camera. She asked me where I was going with that video of her? I told I was going to keep it and put it somewhere safe and sound. She asked why and I told her because real soon your going to let me tie and gag you like your ex did. Moms mouth hit the floor she was speechless and all she could say is why? I told she looked really hot tied and gagged so I want my turn. She asked if she let me tie and gag her if I would give her the video back. I said I would. Little did mom know that I was going to film our session so I would have a new video. We had our session and I filmed her once we finished I gave her the video her ex made of her. She asked for the new one as well. I told her next time. |
| Name: | B.G |
| Comments: | Gotcha, Mom, let's hear about your experience with her. Thanks. |
| Name: | Grandma Tied Fan |
| Comments: | Does anyone have a link to the Grandma Tied stories? I can't find them anywhere. Thanks! |
| Name: | Robowarrior |
| Comments: | Happy mothers day to all you moms that have been tied and gagged |
| Name: | Squints |
| E-mail address: | ELanshof2@gmail.com |
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| Comments: | In December of 2012, at the ripe old age of 25 (and a half!), I was finally financially ready to move out of dear old mom and dad's place and move in with my GF (fiance, when I get MORE financially ready). Most everything was resolved--the cable guy was coming, the electricity had been turned on, my parents were ready to say goodbye to me being in their house each and every day (even if I'd be moving to an apartment just a short distance away). However, something in me was unresolved. For about a year before that, maybe more, I had fantasized about tying my mother up. One day, about two weeks before I moved out, I decided to tell her about it. My father was out with friends, doing an annual Christmas shopping trip.
At about 5:30 PM, she pulled into the garage and greeted the cat. I was in my bedroom, ready to work up the courage to tell her. She came up the carpeted stairs fairly quietly, but once she reached the landing and the hardwood floor, I could hear her heels clicking. My door was slightly ajar and she knocked it open, greeting me. I turned and returned the greeting. She was wearing a cream colored skirt that was tight around the waist, but fairly loose everywhere else, and fell to just above her knee. She had on pantyhose and a modest, but attractive pair of heels and a blouse whose color I can't quite recall, but I'm sure it matched everything. Her hair is short, red, and curly--features I got from her, minus the red hair. For her age--pushing 60--she looks pretty good. From the outside, I'd never guess she was that old and had me at 25 and a daughter six and a half ears older. Anyway, she asked how my day was and what not and we bullshitted for a few minutes. As she turned to walk away and get changed, I spat out that I had a "funny" dream in which I tied her up and wouldn't let her go. Her face turned a bit red and she laughed it off. I smiled and said, "The best part, though? You were gagged and couldn't talk!" She and I have had some fairly lengthy screaming matches in our life, mostly due to butting heads thanks to very similar personalities. She chuckled. "I'm sure you'd love that to be real," she giggled out. I nodded and then asked the question I'd been waiting to ask for quite a while. "Want to try it...for real?" I thought I leaked this question out to her meekly, but I must have been more authoritative than I thought. She was taken aback, but after a few moments worth of deliberation, she agreed! My heart fluttered and I smiled excitedly before dashing off to the garage to grab the minimal supplies we had in the house. "Pickings were slim," I said on my way back into my room. "But I managed to find some stuff." I held up a coil of rope and a roll of duct tape (my father's a carpenter, so some of these supplies make sense). "Where do you want me?" she said. "Right here in the middle of the room is fine," I answered, positioning her so that if she lost balance for whatever reason, she could flop onto my bed or into my desk chair. Nervously, I stared binding her wrists as she--no doubt also nervously--held them behind her back. She gasped a few times as the ropes tightly coiled her wrists and it took quite a bit of effort for me not to return those gasps with moans of excitement of my own. "Snug?" "Very," she replied. I turned her around and grabbed her by the shoulders, careful not to make too much eye contact. I sat her on the bed and knelt down and began to tie up her ankles and knees. "Don't make runs in my pantyhose!" she pleaded. I ignored her and kept working. She asked if I heard her and I replied with a half-serious, half-melodramatic retort. "I heard you the first time. And if you ask again, you're going to get gagged sooner than you think!" She clammed up quickly and let me finish on her legs. "Done!" I pronounced. "Well, try to get out!" She obeyed my command and begin to writhe on the bed, twisting, turning, struggling. "I can't," she said with a half-defeated tone. "I suppose that's the point!" I said winking at her. "Now, the finishing touch..." I bent down and picked up the roll of duct tape and began to finger it softly. "Do you really have to do that?" she said with a nervous twinge. "'Fraid so," I replied with a half-grin, half-frown on my face. I ripped off one strip and plastered it to her lips. Her eyes went wide, bulging even, and she began to talk into the tape, asking how long she'd stay like this. I ignored her and ripped/pressed three more strips onto her mouth before answering her with, "However long I want!" (You'll notice I didn't pack her mouth with anything...didnt' want to scare her off) She resumed her struggling, this time with some more grunting and gag talk. It was heaven for me, a fantasy fulfilled. And, frankly, she looked pretty good struggling on my bed. Wrists tied. Ankles and knees cinched. Mouth gagged. It was a wonderful early 'going away' present and she stayed tied for about half an hour. Since then, we've played more games that have gotten slightly more PG-13 and have involved me being tied up as well. I'll be sure to recount those here when I get a few free moments. Hope you enjoyed the story! Email me for chatting/role play, whatever. Hope to hear from all of you soon. |