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| Name: | Will |
| Comments: | The first time I tied someone up was in secound grade. I was part of a neighborhood group that included five of us. We were bored at the time so we decided to go to Preston's house. While we were there, we decided to ambush his mom. We gathered up a roll of duct tape. Apparently Preston had done this once or twice before.
Before I go on, I will describe Preston's mom. She is in her 30's and is a cheerleading coach. She is 5'5 with dark hair and blue eyes. She has a great body. She was at a meeting and was supposed to get in at around 5. When she got hame, we were waiting. We jumped her and she realized what was happening and played along. We forced her into a chair and tied her hands behind here back. From there we proceeded to tie her ankles, knees, and upper torso. When then gagged her with the duct tape. She looked great. She was wearing a navy blue skirt with a white blouse and heels. We continued playing for about an hour until she MMmmpphhed us to let her go so she could make dinner. That was probably the best day ever. |
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| Name: | Bill |
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My love for hose and bondage started at a very early age. I can remember when I was 6 or 7, tying up my grandmother with string. She always had on hose when I tied her too. When I got to around 10, I started using rope and gagging her. Then things changed. We moved to another town and to stay close to her work, my grandmother moved in with a friend. I was feeling pretty down about it. I played the normal tie up games with the neighborhood girls, but it wasn't the same since they were always in pants. Then one rainy day, my mom saw how bored I was and asked me if I would like to tie her up. I think my mouth hit the floor. She said she saw how much I enjoyed tying up my grandmother and since she didn't live with us anymore, she thought she would take her place. I asked her if she would wear dresses and nylons too and she said yes only it had to be our secret. My father was not to know. I agreed. She told me that since he worked late on Thursdays and Fridays, those would be the days we would play, but I also had to promise no touching except her legs. The next Thursday, I couldn't wait to get home from school. I walked in the door and there my mom stood wearing a red blouse, black skirt (knee length), tan nylons and black pumps. She asked if she looked okay and I shook my head yes. She told me to got get my ropes that she knew I had in my closet since she found them there one day and that she was ready to be my kidnap victim. I grabbed my stuff and went back into the kitchen. She had pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and was sitting on it. I put my box of rope on the table and asked her if she was sure about this. She said yes. She had never been tied up before, but when she saw her mother tied up, it kind of got her excited. I told her to put her hands behind the back of the chair and I tied them together. I wrapped rope around her waist and the back of the chair pinning her arms to it. I then moved around front and tied her legs together at the knees and ankles. I picked up a scarf and looked at her. She said I can't stop you from gagging me. And I did. I watched her struggle to get free for at least an hour. I took out her gag and she said that she had to make a rest room stop so I untied her. After the break, we went into the bedroom and I tied her up lying on her bed, but this time I also blindfolded her. Again I watched her for about an hour and then untied her. She said that was enough for tonight and that we could play more the next night. She said she had to start getting dinner ready. For the next 2 years I tied my mom up every Thursday and Friday night. As I got older I started to masturbate watching here struggle. She was blindfolded all the time so she didn't see me, but I'm sure she knew what I was doing. At age 15, when I got home from school one Thursday, my mom was dressed as usual, but my aunt was also there dressed in her nurse's uniform. This was the days when nurses wore white dresses, nylons and shoes. I was headed for my room when my mom called out not to forget to bring my box of supplies. I stopped in my tracks and looked at the 2 of them. My aunt said that she heard that I was quite a knot tier and that she wanted to join in. She was single and had been tied up by a couple of her past boyfriends. I went and got my box of ropes. I had added to it by this time and had plenty to tie up both of them. I went back into the living room where they were seated and my aunt stood up saying that I could start with her. She seemed a little taller than I remembered, but it didn’t click in my mind why. I was tying up my aunt and mom together. I tied her wrist together behind her back and then wrapped rope around her waist and pinned her arms to her body. I then wrapped rope around her upper body under her breast, careful not to touch them and then told her to sit down. It was then I saw why she seemed taller. Instead of her nurse shoes, she had on a pair of white high heeled sandals. I then tied her legs together above and below the knees and at the ankles. I started to gag her when she told me not to blindfold her till I had tied my mom up so she could watch. I tied my mom in the same way and had her sit down on the couch next to my aunt. I then blindfolded them both. By the way, my mom was dressed in a black dress, tan nylons and black pumps. I kept them tied for an hour and then let them loose for a break. While my mom was in the bathroom, my aunt called me over. She told me that being a nurse, she knew what the site of a helpless woman was doing to me and that I could touch her any way I wanted as long as my mom didn't see. My mom came back and my aunt went to relieve herself. By the time she got back, I already had my mom tied up on the floor and blindfolded. I tied up my aunt next to her and ran my hands all over her body. I masturbated and then sat back to watch. I untied them after an hour and the fun was over for that day. I have tied up many women since then and I have always insisted they be wearing nylons and a skirt or dress. I have also had a special place for those women in white since then too. |
| Name: | Ed |
| Comments: | Bill great story. Love to hear more. Got any more.
Thanks |
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| Name: | Rick |
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The one main woman that I was able to tie up several times was my English teacher Mrs. Leah. When I was in high school back in the eighties, she was the youngest teacher and I thought the hottest (although all my friends thought the science teacher was hotter). Mrs Leah was about 5 feet 3 and very tiny and thin but in a healthy way. She had brown hair, at this time was short and woar glasses most of the time. I had a secret crush on Leah ever since after school when she kept me and my friend Trish back so we could work out ideas for hosting the talent show. While we thought of different jokes that might be appropriate Leah was also watching her 5 year old boy who I thought was a complete brat. During this brainstorming session Leah gave a role of masking tape to her boy and said, "Here play with this." and in moments he was wrapping it around his mother and taping her body to her desk chair. She ignored it as she listened to some out out ideas. We thought we had something and were about to call this a night and that's when Leah realized how taped up she was. "Could you two untie me please?" We started to cut though the tape and I was fortunate enough to be able to untie her legs, which were in pantyhose of course. I then thought that I would like to see her tied up again, so then I pitched the idea. "Maybe we could have you host the beginning of the show and then we the students take over the show. We would lie to the audience saying that you allowed us to take over and that we were going to do the show our way and then at the end, it would be discovered that you were tied up and gagged by the students." She laughed and said that it would work. At the variety it worked out like I had suggested, Mrs. Leah started the show being the proper hostess and layed thick the concept of having a night of "family oriented, kind, wholesome entertainment." Trish and I were on stage behind her rolling our eyes until Leah turned to us, which then we smiled innocently and gave our thumbs up to her, and continued to make faces when she turned back to the audience. After she finished her speach, she gave to the mike to us and asked us to introduce the next act. I took the mike and said, "It is true that we are going to have a great show with nothing interfering." While I said this Trish was soaking a rag with what was suppose to be chlorophorm and she went after MRs. Leah. We performed the rest of show like usual and back stage during the last act, I had the pleasure of tying up Mrs. Leah to a desk chair with wheels. There were five show, plus dress rehearsal where I was able to tie her up. The ties were her hands in front, her ankles together and an over the mouth white clothe gag. Each show she even changed up her pantyhose, one night was tan with reinforced toes, one tan without reinforced toes, another night grey, another black another brown. But each time she was wearing her typical above the knees skirts. The end of the show were have me and Trish closing the show saying that we were happy to have everyone and no interferences so we the students cuold perform the show the way the students performed. Mrs. Leah would then kick herself unto the stage in the rolling chair and slip out of her ties and then grab both of us by the ear and mmfff through her gag, "Goodnight everyone." and walk us off the stage. Audience laughed slightly at the joke but not enough for it to be memorable except for me. For the rest of high school I would fantasize of tying and gagging Mrs. Leah and everday in class she would walk around in bare pantyhose feet just teasing me with her perfect feet. A year after I graduated her husband and boy were killed in a car accident involving one of the students who was drinking and driving. She moved and was never heard from in our small town again. About 8 years later, while I got my marketing degree and moved to the big city, I ran into her waiting for the subway. She ran to me and gave me a big hug and asked if I was interested in coming over for supper at her place. I was mainly because I didn't know too many people in the city yet. She looked amazing. Still looking younger than her age, wearing short business skirt and tan pantyhose, yet she was wearing running sneaker, her hair was longer and she had on green contacts. I came to her place a little early and saw her cleaning up through her window. I was hoping that she would still be wearing that skirt and hose but I could see that she was wearing a light blue hoody and baggy pants. When she answered the door, I saw that her baggy pants were like capris, cut off just below the knees and yes she was wearing tan pantyhose with reinforced toes. She hugged me hard and we started eating right away. I found out that after her husband and boy's death she left our small town becaus there were to many reminders of the accident. She took a job working as a planning consultant (like a wedding planner) for her aunt then recently took over the business when her aunt retired. After supper we sat in her living room catching up and drinking the bottle of wine I brought. Then she brought up, "Remember at that talent show where you tied and gagged me?" I quickly said yes. "Not every student gets a chance to tied up and gag his sexy teacher while she let's him play with her legs." I was shocked an embarrassed that it was obvious what I was attacked to. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have let you do it if I didn't want you to." She got up, came over to me, grabbed my hand and stood me up then kissed me. She explained that it had been a while since someone had looked at her like I was doing and she then said, "Shouldn't you be tying me up right now?" she walked me to her room and I was able to tie her and gag her and make love over and over for about two weeks. She preferred to be tied up with her pantyhose, which I had no objections to. This continued until she introduced me to her secretary Jen, who I am now engagged to. Leah told Jen about our tie up games and Jen still went out with me regardless of the sexual interest in her boss. Since going out with Jen the tie up games have stopped. But I still really miss tying up and making love to my biggest crush |
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I'll post more later. |
| Name: | Jake |
| Comments: | Hey guys, this happened to me a few weeks ago. I am a single child to a single mother. A few years ago we both started tying each other up, alternating on the weekends. It was my turn to tie her up so after I got home from school I waited for her. When she got home she dropped her stuff and came over to me. I told he It was my turn and she said ok. We went to the basement where she stripped naked. I took some rope and I tied her wrists behind her back. Next I tied her elbows together and tied a torso tie around her shoulders and boobs. I helped lie on the flour befor tying her ankles and knees together. I go grab a harness ballgag from the drawer and I buckled it on her as tight as possible. I smacked her nice ass and she moaned into the gag. I flipped her Onto her back and started fondleing her tits, making her moan more and more as she tried to climax. I grabbed two clover clamps and put them on her nipples. I then grabbed her and flipped her over my knee and started spanking her and calling her a bad girl. She moaned and moaned into the gag as her ass reddend. After a few min I stopped and took her gag out. I undid my pants and she took my rock hard cock right into her mouth. She sucked me until I came and swallowed all of my cum. I put her gag back on and started to vey slowly finger her. She moaned into we gag again and again as she tried to orgasm but it never came. Evenually I grabbed a virating dildo turned it on max and shoved it In her pussy gave r a smack I on the ass and went up stairs.
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| Name: | Alex Powers |
| Comments: | Hi Folks
My name is Alex Powers. I have been around for a while but, only lurking. I have a question for the group or call it a poll if you will. My favorite stories though rare, have always been the older brother tying and gagging his little sister stories. I have even written a few, the biggest being " Slumber Party Home Inasion". I have a few other stories reolving around capture games that my sis, Eileen, and I used to participate in. ( a few of her friends were even included from time to time). My question for the group is....... if I started agroup on this subject would anyone be interested in contributing? Thanks for your time. |
| Name: | James |
| Comments: | Hope this story is ok,it comes from my childhood which involved many times when my mother, aunts, neighbours etc often found themselves included in games played by me and my friends.I was probably 10 or 11 years old at the time.
It was one of those days when we (me and 4 other friends) had been playing together and had finished a game just as lunch was ready. We were now eating lunch made by my mother who was also eating with us ,during the conversations she asked what we had planned for the afternoon and one of my friends said probably cowboys and indians which was a particular favourite game. My mother said that should be fun and continued clearing away the dishes. We left her to this and went away to start our game it was during these discussions that our unofficial leader sugested that it might be fun to include my mother in the game, not wishing to be a spoilsport I went along with the idea only starting to worry when it was decided that we would be the Indians and my mother would be the captured cowgirl. We agreed that our plan would be to capture her, bring her to our "Indian" village where she would eventually burn at the stake!.Again I just hoped that my mother would be enthusiastic about her involvement in our game. We set about preparing for the game arming ourselves with the toy guns and bow and arrows we had, and then it was time to quietly approach our potential captive. By now my mother had left the kitchen and was in the living room where we quietly entered and surrounded her she turned around to find herself confronted by 5 fierce looking indians (luckilly she started to play along) and raised her arms in surrender and then suddenly making a run to the door that we had not guarded we gave chace and finally cornered her in the dining room. With no means of escape she again held her arms up in surrender. Our leader informed us taht we now had our captive and we should take her back to our village..............to be continued |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | to Alex yes i would be interested in a group along the lines of your stories |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | Hope you continue your story James |
| Name: | John |
| Comments: | Hope you continue your story James |
| Name: | James |
| Comments: | continued....
So my mother was lead from the dining room back to the living room where a chair had been placed in the centre of the room, playing along she made no attempt to escape and was escorted to the chair and motioned to sit down. We then set about securing her to the chair plenty of rope was used and soon she was tied securely with escape impossible we tied her legs above and below her knees and tied her ankles together and then placing her legs onto as small table placed in front of her, her legs were then tied to the table in such a way that her feet slightly overhung the table. She now quietly waited for further developments, we looked around quite sheepishly feeling almost proud that we had captured a grown up with little trouble. David our leader now stepped forward and announced in his best Red Indian impression that "white woman had trespassed on our lands and must pay the price" my mother asked what was meant by this and heard the words "white woman will burn at the stake" (I remember that a few days previously on a rainy afternoon the five of us had watched a film called "The Paleface" in which Jane Russell had faced this punishment) my mother looked suitably concerened and shot me a look that made e think that my part in her capture would not be forgotten. When David announced the fate we immediately started running around our captive whooping and hollering and then we started to organise the stake for our captive. Two of us were left to guard our captive whilst the other made the preparations.........to continue |
| Name: | James |
| Comments: | continued......
the preparations centred on the basement which had a couple of supporting columns which made an ideal "stake" and we prepared one of these by piling some newspapers and rags around the base to act as some kindling and also a few logs which were there for the boiler were also used. I was busy helping with these when one of the other guards rushed down to say that there was a visitor at the door and I immediately rushed up the stairs to see the front door open and my Aunt at the door wondering how I would explain the situation our leader also arrived at the front door the look on my Aunts face seeing a couple of "indians" brandishing a bow and arrow was amazing and she immediateley stepped inside and seemed to join in with our game by playfully holding her hands up in surrender. Once inside the door was closed behind her and we took her into the room where my mother was, where the look on her face changed from mock worry to amusement as she spotted my mother (her sister) " her first words were "I see you are bit tied up at the moment" and burst into laughter. However Davids next words changed her view as he now explained that we had two trespassers and ordered his fellow braves to secure our new prisoner. A chair was moved closer to our first prisoner and my Aunt sat down and was soon securely tied to the chair again loads of rope was used and escape would have proved difficult....to continue |
| Name: | James |
| Comments: | continued......
the preparations centred on the basement which had a couple of supporting columns which made an ideal "stake" and we prepared one of these by piling some newspapers and rags around the base to act as some kindling and also a few logs which were there for the boiler were also used. I was busy helping with these when one of the other guards rushed down to say that there was a visitor at the door and I immediately rushed up the stairs to see the front door open and my Aunt at the door wondering how I would explain the situation our leader also arrived at the front door the look on my Aunts face seeing a couple of "indians" brandishing a bow and arrow was amazing and she immediateley stepped inside and seemed to join in with our game by playfully holding her hands up in surrender. Once inside the door was closed behind her and we took her into the room where my mother was, where the look on her face changed from mock worry to amusement as she spotted my mother (her sister) " her first words were "I see you are bit tied up at the moment" and burst into laughter. However Davids next words changed her view as he now explained that we had two trespassers and ordered his fellow braves to secure our new prisoner. A chair was moved closer to our first prisoner and my Aunt sat down and was soon securely tied to the chair again loads of rope was used and escape would have proved difficult....to continue |
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| Name: | OnlyChild |
| Comments: | It all started with an assembly of the teachers union.
The last two lessons of the day were deleted, so I came home from school earlier that day. As soon as I made the first step into the house, I heard strange muffled sounds...following them to the living room, I was gratified by a view I won't ever forget: lying on the floor, tied up like a sausage, there was my mother! She was completely naked, her arms were tied behind her back at the wrists and above the elbows, then tied to her upper body by ropes positioned above and below the elbows, her legs were tied at the ankles and above the knees, and finally there was a rope connecting her ankles to her wrists. Several overlying pieces of tape covered her face from cheek to cheek and from nose to chin; I could see that beneath the tape her mouth was open as if something had been introduced within, in order to prevent mom from closing her lips. Her body was completely covered in sweat that made her skin shiny. She was struggling furiously and obviously trying to say something, though from her mouth it came out nothing but unintelligible moans. Her eyes were wide open and staring at me. I just stood there, frozen and speechless, mesmerized by that vision. I was recalled to reality by my dad calling my name...he came out from nowhere, ordering me to go to my room. He had to repeat is command twice before I was able to understand what he was saying. Moving like a robot, I walked to my room, closed the door behind me, and began to reflect on what had happened... (end of part 1) |
| Name: | OnlyChild |
| Comments: | (part 2)
I was confused and anxious. I had just found my mother bound and gagged in our own house: had she been the victim of a burglary? Besides, I found her completely naked: had they hurt her? She was covered in sweat as if she had struggled against her bindings for a long time: perhaps were they hidden close to our house, waiting for me and daddy to come out, living mom alone? To stay there, without knowing what was going on in the next room, was a real torture... However, I was beginning to calm down and to notice the many inconsistencies of my assumptions. First of all, the house was in perfect order and nothing seemed to be missing; secondly it was such an incredible coincidence my father coming home at that very moment: no, he must have been at home since the beginning! And, finally, mom's desparate mmmmmmpphhing: she was trying to recall his attention, to warn him that I was there! So, what was going on? (end of part 2) |
| Name: | OnlyChild |
| Comments: | (part 3)
I was beginning to consider other aspects of that event. I had seen my mother naked. Of course I couldn't see much as she was lying face down, but what I had seen was giving me strange feelings. I was regretting not having had the opportunity to observe her longer. Dad' s voice calling my name cut off my daydreaming. Mom and dad were waiting for me in the kitchen; Mom was sitting on a chair, now wearing a bathrobe. Again I felt the regret! With a calm voice Dad asked me why I wasn't at school. I told him of the assembly. Mom hadn't said a word yet. She was sitting with her legs crossed and was obviously still naked under that robe. I was trying not to look at her directly. Trying to keep my eyes down, I found myself looking at her feet: her left leg was crossed over the right, her left foot dangling in the air. I noticed the beautiful shape, the toes slightly arched, the long toenails protruding, oval-shaped and lacquered red. I began to feel again that strange sensations. All of a sudden Mom spoke, telling me that I needed to understand what I had seen. So Mom and Dad explained to me how sometimes even the adults they want to play; nobody seemed to notice the fact that I was old enough to know of the existence of sexual play between consenting adults, but I didn't say anything. Dad told me that he liked to see Mom tied and gagged; Mom that she liked not being able to move or speak: she loved the feeling of helplessness. Neither of them had mentioned the fact that Mom was naked, so I did it. There was a moment of awkward silence. Then Mom took courage and explained that she liked the feeling of shame; I imagined how she must have been ashamed when I found her and felt a strange excitement. Dad ended the conversation saying that I was certainly old enough to understand that I should not talk about it to anyone. I confirmed and asked Mom if I could make her a question: I was curious to know what she had been gagged with. She answered that Dad had stuffed her mouth with a pair of her pantyhose. “Were they clean?”, I asked. Strangely, at that point there was the longest pause of embarrassment until then, interrupted only when my mother said: “Ehm, no... I wore them for several days... purposely...”. I kept silent, so she went on: “I wanted my gag to have a disgusting smell and taste... it makes me feel even more humiliated”. I thought about how it should be to smell and taste her feet and felt the excitement grow again. A crazy idea crossed my mind: what would have happened if I had asked my Mom and Dad to let me play with them? (end of part 3) |
| Name: | Mrs S L Emm |
| E-mail address: | sarahbunnyuk@msn.com |
| Comments: | Nice dreambook, and I like the thread just started by "Only Child", a little contrived, but not a bad "what if".. Keen to know more! |
| Name: | OnlyChild |
| Comments: | (Part 4)
I was sitting in the kitchen with mom and dad, talking about "the incident" (as my father used to call it). I was at a point where I wanted at all costs to take part in their game, but I couldn't find a way to broach the subject...So I kept asking questions, waiting to find the right words... and the courage to utter them! I asked my parents why they weren't at work that morning; the answer was that both of them had taken a day off on purpose: "Since you were at school, we thought we had the house to ourselves until the afternoon... looks like we were wrong...", said mom with a smile somewhere between embarrassed and mischievous, that made me more excited than ever. Going on with the conversation, I discovered that they had started to play immediately when I left home; This means that mom had been bound and gagged for several hours before I found her, and that If I had not come early, she would have been bound and gagged for at least another two hours! My parents confirmed that they didn't use to put a time limit to their games; mom always had only two choices: to succeed in freeing herself or remain bound indefinitely. "Well, son, what do you think of this?", my father asked. I saw the opportunity to make my request, but I only managed to say "Ummmm, I found it....interesting". "I see", mom said, once more with that killing smile. It was then that I realized that I had passed from a relaxed posture to a more rigid one, making my erection visible. Mom clearly had noticed it... "Did you see anything you like?", she said, looking at me with piercing eyes... So, the fact that I had seen my mother naked, it was mentioned for the first time: I was dying to say "YES", but I was terrified. My father came to my rescue, asking again (and explicitly) what I thought of their game: I took the opportunity and answered quickly "well, it looks pretty funny...I'd like to try once..." I held my breath, amazed by my courage... My parents looked at each other, then mom stood up saying "We'll see... Now I'm going to dress..." I couldn't do anything but watch her with desire, while she was carrying away my dreams... maybe. Or maybe not... indeed she hadn't said neither yes nor no. I spent all day in a trance. I couldn't believe it had really happened. I didn't see my parents again until dinnertime; everything seemed normal, we talked about this and that, as if nothing had happened. All of a sudden mom said: "Your father and I thought that next Sunday you could play with us, provided that you are still interested..." I had to restrain myself from screaming. I succeeded in answering "yes" in an almost plain voice. Dad asked me if I had any objection to their rules. "Absolutely not!", it was my answer, "Indeed, in this regard ..." "Go on!" my mother said decidedly. I did it, looking at my father instead of her: "I'd like to be gagged like mom." Nobody answered me. After dinner, mom got up, saying "I'm going to search for a pair of pantyhose to put on tomorrow. I'd better take a new one, since I'm going to keep it until Sunday". I wanted to have a mirror to see my face. Now all I had to do was to wait until Sunday... ... and finally came Sunday. When I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, I found my parents waiting for me. Dad was dressed informally, like every Sunday morning. Instead mom was a surprise: she was wearing a white shirt, a black skirt, black high-heeled shoes and flesh-colored pantyhose. "Hurry up to breakfast. We have much to do.", said my father. Obviously I didn't need any prod. After breakfast we met in the living room. We all stood in the center of the room. Mom told me to undress. I did so, as fast as I could. I felt strange to stand naked in front of my parents at my age, but I had no time to think of it: dad told me to turn and cross my wrists behind my back, then he tied them very tightly. The next move was unexpected. Dad took a piece of rope and doubled it, then tied it around my waist, leaving the spare part dangling from the front side; he passed each half of the double spare rope to one side of my scrotum, brought them together and passed them between my legs. Finally he wrapped it around my already bound wrists and connected it with the part encircling my waist. Then he fastened my arms to my torso, enveloping both in several rounds of rope. Following dad's instructions, I sat on the floor and let him to tie my legs above and below the knees and at the ankles. Final touch: a rope connecting my neck to my knees. Once I was properly tied up, mom stood in front of me and started to undress. She removed in order: shoes, skirt, shirt, pantyhose, bra and panties, remaining completely naked. Oh, did I mention I had a hard on between the skirt and the shirt? Unlike the morning of the "incident" I could watch my mother's naked body at will. She was in her mid-forties and of course rather overweight (but I wouldn't describe her as "fat"). Even when she was dressed , anyone could see that she had huge breasts. Now I had the opportunity to see them bare. Obviously, they were considerably saggy (time and gravity: they cannot be beaten!), but I found them wonderful! Free from the bra they seemed more enormous than ever! The areolas were the size of coffee saucers! She knelt in front of me, holding the pantyhose she had just taken off. She wadded them up and pressed them onto my face. The smell was intoxicating. "I have worn them day and night and I have never washed my feet!" she whispered to me. Then she forced the ball into my mouth. Soon dad started to wrap packing tape around my head and didn't stop until it was clear that I would never be able to spit out the pantyhose. Mom stood up in front of me again while dad was tying her hands. He applied to her the same technique already used on me. I saw the rope connecting her wrists to her waist, vanishing between her labia. Soon she was sitting besides me, tied up exactly as I was. Dad took her panties, wadded them up and forced them into her mouth. Though a skimpy thong, due to the size of my mother's ass, it seemed to be an effective gag, but dad wasn't satisfied. He warned mom not to spit out the panties, and then disappeared; he came back a few seconds later with another pair of my mother's panties and I could see that neither these ones seemed to be clean. Dad make them follow the previous pair, then wrapped almost the whole roll of packing tape around mom's head. Under the tape her mouth was wide open. Her cheeks looked like they were about to explode! Since my father was determined to keep us bound and gagged all day, unless we could free ourselves, I thought it was time to test our ties... (End of part 4) |
| Name: | OnlyChild |
| Comments: | (Part 5)
Summarizing: my mother and me, we were sitting on the floor, in the center of our living room; we were fully naked and tightly tied up and gagged. My mouth was filled with a pair of my mother's filthy pantyhose, mom's mouth with two pairs of her dirty panties. Our mouths were completely useless: I could hardly swallow and I guess that mom's situation was even worse. The tons of packing tape wrapped around our mouths excluded that we could spit our gags. Our wrists were crossed, bound behind our backs and connected to ropes passing through our crotches. Our legs were tied together at the ankles and above and below the knees. Our arms were firmly secured to the top of our bodies. It could be sufficient, but my father was a man full of (evil) imagination. Each of us had a rope passing behind the neck and fastened to the knees; it wasn't too short: I could still sit with my back almost straight and stretch my legs, though not completely. I looked at my mom: bound and gagged that way she was as beautiful as I had never seen her. The ropes sank in her abundant meat as if they would crush her, making her body seem even more luscious! I felt like I was hypnotized by her... Suddenly I noticed that she was trying to get my attention. She was mmmmmmpphing furiously through her gag, though emitting only extremely muffled sounds. Wow, I had never thought that a gag could be so effective! Anyway I mmmmmppphhed back, in order to let her know I was paying attention. I discovered that I could barely hear the sounds coming out from my own mouth! Mom was trying to tell me that it was time for us to try to untie ourselves. She started to give me instructions, mmmmmmpphing through her gag and nodding her head. It was extremely frustrating: it took me a long time to understand what she wanted me to do, but we hadn't any other way to communicate. Guiding each other through our moans, we positioned us back to back and started to work on the ropes tying our wrists. The operation proved extremely difficult. Our wrists were tied to our waists, making each movement more complicated. Dad had placed all knots in the inner part of the ligature, so my hands would have had to turn around mom's wrists in order to reach the knots. The same went for mom. Easier said than done! We alternated ourselves: first my mother worked on my knots, then I did the same on hers. Our efforts were accompanied by a soundtrack of moans and grunts! Every time my mom tried to reach my knots, she pulled the rope positioned through my crotch, increasing the pressure against my scrotum. I guess that every time I did the same to her, I made her rope penetrate deep into her cunt. We tried a long time, but without success. The next move was to try to loosen the knots that kept our legs tied. Needless to say, all the knots were positioned between our legs, so we weren't able to reach them. I had more freedom of movement than my mother. Her gigantic boobs completely filled the gap between her legs and torso, restricting her movements! In order to reach our goals we had to press our bodies against each other: whenever I felt mom's meat against mine, my penis winced! After this sequence of failures, we had to stop for breath. After a while mom recovered herself and began to crawl towards the couch. Arrived at her destination, she began using the couch as a support in an attempt to stand up. I imitated her. After long efforts, we both managed to stand on our feet; it was then that I understood the purpose of the rope that connected our necks at the knees: we were able to stand up, but we were forced to stay bent at 90 degrees! Keeping the balance was extremely difficult! Mom was a show in that position! Her huge tits were completely hung and it seemed they were about to touch the floor! Whenever she made a small movement for balance, her tits swung like pendulums! She started to hop towards the door. At each hop, she was able to advance only a few centimeters and her tits swung and bounced, making more difficult to maintain balance. I hadn't any enormous tits slowing me down, but following mom proved equally difficult. Our destination was the kitchen, the right place to find a knife! We reached it after an eternity. Everything was in perfect order, there wasn't any knife around. Dad had thought about everything! With great effort, mom reached the sideboard, but opening the drawer proved impossible for her: her ass was so big that her hands could not reach the handle! I exchanged places with her and tried: it took me at least half an hour to open the drawer only a little, but as long as we tried, we were unable to grab a knife. Mom mmmmmmpphhed to instruct me to follow her: she reached the wall and slowly began to slide towards the floor. I immediately understood what she wanted to do: to take a knife, we absolutely had to get rid of the ropes that forced us to stay bent! So we found ourselves sitting on the kitchen floor as we were in the living room, renewing once again all the attempts that had already failed! Watching my mother, I noticed only two differences: first, she was completely sweaty (like I was, anyway); secondly, she had the soles of the feet dusty, due to the time spent hopping. I don't know why, but I found that detail very exciting! In the kitchen we had a wall clock, so every time we made a break, Mom and I could realize the passage of time. Six hours later we were still sitting on the floor, naked, covered in dust and sweat, panting and above all still bound and gagged! We hadn't made any progress: dad knew what he was doing when he tied us up! He came to ask if we wanted to be untied. Mom and I both nodded our heads: neither of us could resist any longer! First of all, dad carefully unwrapped the tape from our mouths, allowing us to spit our gags: for the first time after six hours, we were able to breathe deeply! Then he took his time to untie us. When he finished, mom and I both lay on the floor, exhausted. I crawled towards mom, lay down besides her, hugged her and sank my face between her boobs. She began gently caressing my head, saying "Be careful not to remain without air!" Her tits were so gigantic that the recommendation was not so ironic! Dad spoke: "Judging by what I see, we would do better sleep all together, tonight!" The end |
| Name: | Renee |
| Comments: | Hi all. I wanted to stop back for a visit. I was married several years ago and my husband and I enjoy bondage on an infrequent basis. My son is in middle school now and out "games" are much more infrequent. He still manages to tie my ankels together when ever he gets the chance. I'll share more at another time. |
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| Name: | Terence |
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This isn't about my own mother, but a few of the stories here are not. It's about my best friend growing up, Tom's mom, Rachel but when I was young we called her Mrs. L. Anyways, this happened about ten years ago or so, when Tom and I were just on summer vacation. Mrs. L would usually be at work, secretary for some tv network I believe. And being that my mother was at home, Tom and I would be at his house where there was not a parent to watch over us during the day. Every day, Mrs. L would come home from work dressed in black. She was a gorious tall and slim red head who looked great in dark clothes. If she wasn't wearing complete black, the majority of her outfit were dominated with black. most of the time, she would wear black short skirt, black top, with black stockings, pantyhose, or tights. Her legs were long and beautiful and I looked forward to her coming back to her home, removing her shoes and resting or rubbing her stocking covered feet. One particular nice day, Tom came to my house for supper. Because we were not far from his place, we decided to go and pick up a few of his things. It was about 7:30 at night when we had arrived. Tom called for his mom but no answer. We gathered his stuff and were running out to go do something else. When we passed her bedroom, I saw her sitting in a corner chair and kind of wiggling. I gave a quick look at her legs which she was stretching out and rubbing them together. "Hey T (that's what she called me) can you and Tom go to the store and get me some milk? My purse is by the front door. Also treat yourself to some ice cream or something. OK?" Tom nearly clicked his heels and join. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from his mother's room wanting to go to the store. I wanted to see why she was wiggling so weird or just watch her legs. I went to the store with Tom and we had ice cream. Then we were asked to join a basketball game that was already happenning. I told Tom to go play and I would return the milk and change to his mom and come back. When I got back to the house, i called out for Mrs. L to tell her the milk was in the fridge. I then heard Mrs. L "MMMMMFFFFF" from her room. When I entered the room, I saw what I now concider the most incredible sights. Mrs. L was still sitting in the chair but this time, she had her blouse open showing her black bra and a pair of tan pantyhose were over her head. I could see underneath the hose that she had been gagged. It was scary at first but then I noticed that the window was open and the room was empty. I removed the hose from her head. THe legs had been tied around her neck, holding the pair over her head. Once they had been taken off, her red hair went everywhere because of static. I brushed them out of her face, while asking if she was ok. Her eyes were dark smeared with makeup that had been running because she was crying. Her mouth had been wrapped ove the mouth with a pair of black tights, that held a could of black stockings in her mouth. Once ungagged she asked me to call 911. I did on the wireless in her room. She was still tied as she requested me to put the phone up to her head. "Hello. My name is_______ I would like to report an assault." She then went into a discussion about she a man in a ski mask had entered the house tied her up and took pictures of her, then she didn't give details but said she had been raped." She was very calm until she ended the call and I started to untie her with the phone out of my hands. That's when I noticed she was tied with all of her black stockings, pantyhose and tights. I wasn't able to see it the first time when I saw her because it was black on black. The man was hiding in the closet at the time I first saw her and she was asking for us to run to the store. It took a long time to completely untie her. Once we had untied her she hugged me asking where Tom was. I told her he was playing basketball with friends. That made her calm a little more. THen she stared at my face and just broke out with tears. She was so sorry I had to see her like that, so sorry I had to be a part of this but so thankful I came home. The man escaped once I had come back, thinking it was Tom's dad. I ended up staying and answering some questions about what had happened. I over heard Mrs. L saying that she knew who the man was and it was someone she worked with. The cops drove me home and explained to my parents how I was an accidental hero. A few weeks went by with MRs. L. barely being able to look me in the eye. But then one day she came home from work, cheery and sat beside me on the couch and asked me to massage her stocking feet. She then started joking about if someone ever kidnapped her or tied her up with pantyhose, she wouldn't be scared because I would come and save her. I like the jokes she makes and think that she sometimes hints that she would like it to happen again. We have been close friends ever since, and although I don't see Tom much any more, Mrs. L will sometimes call me up for small chores and then feet massage. And one day she asked me to act out the events that happened that night. |
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This story happened a few weeks ago, my son Adam was home from school (it was the weekend), and we were watching a movie. There was a scene in the movie were a woman was tied up in her underwear and it caught our attention. Adam asked me what it was like to be tied up and asked if he could tie me up. I told him that we could try it. He asked where to start, so I went to the basement and found some coils of rope and a roll of duct tape. I came back upstairs and Adam was waiting for me. At the time I was wearing a black sweater and bra, jeans, a black thong, and black knee high boots (4in heels I think). Adam looked at me a second before asking if he could tie me up in my underwear, like the woman in the movie. Thinking it over for a minute, I said sure, but we would stop if I wanted to. I stripped off my boots, sweater and jeans, but Adam said he wanted me to wear the boots (I think he has a thing for them). I slipped them back on and we started. He started by pulling my hands behind my back and tightly tieing them palm to palm. I told him to tie my elbows together, and he looped a strand around and cinched it tight. I took gymnastics so I got them to touch. He helped me to the floor and quickly tied my ankles to my thighs, left ankle to left tight, right to right. (I think he had learned about bondage before tieing me up). He tied a connecting cord from my ankles to my wrists, hogtying and frogtying me. He ripped off a piece of duct tape and taped my mouth shut.I looked up at him and started to squirm a little bit. I am sorry, but I have to go. I will post some more later. Natasha. |
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| Name: | Oscar |
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I too have seen my mother tied up and gagged. It was a big part of my child hood to be honest. When I was really young my family use to call me Super Dweeb. This nickname then excelled into a little game of role playing, with me being a super hero. I don't know what super powers I really was suppose to pretend I had, but they would always say that I won with my super dweebness. The first time was mom, the next few would be my Aunts. We were playing in doors on a rainy day and me and my cousins started to play this super hero game. During the game, my Aunt Becky played the head of the bad guys. During part of our hide and go seek portion of the game, I heard my Aunt call out. "Hey Super Dweeb." That's when I heard mom mmfffing.I came out of hiding to find my Aunt holding my mom's arm and walking with her. Mom was wearing a her usual dress pants, blouse, and for those interested,brown pantyhose with reinforced toes. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was gagged with a white clothe over her mouth. She looked like a damsel from those old black and white serial movies. She was mffffing a "Help me Super Dweeb". My aunt pushed to onto the sofa and my cousin Kim quickly jumped to my mom's feet and tied her ankles together with white rope. She twisted and turned as my cousin tied her ankles then below her knees. "Now that we have your pretty lady as a prisoner you are going to have to surrender." Once my cousin stood up my Aunt called out, "Get him." I spent the this time being chased by my cousin until I came back to see my Aunt and mom sitting calmly having a conversation out of character. But when they saw me come back they they both jumped back into the game, mom mmmffing for help and Aunt went back into character. "So you have defeated my hench man. Now it's my turn." "Untie that lady." I said sticking out my chest. Both mom and Aunt laughed at me and mom replied a "My Hero" under her gag as she batted her eyes. "Oh now," Aunt laughed, "His dweebishness is too powerful." She stepped towards me. "But I will take one last..." Mom's tied feet swung in front of Aunt playfully and Aunt over exagerated a trip. "Oh, Super Dweeb. You win." Mom cheered and hopped in her seat. I went and removed her gag which wasn't tied on tight at all and I knew her "mmmmfffing" under the gag was now just an act. "Super Dweeb, my hero." I untied her hands and she wrapped her arms around me, "And now you get to kiss the beautiful damsel." and she kissed me on the cheek but I pulled away in a young boys disgust. The ladies laughed at me. I untied mom's ankles as she untied her knees. As I did I watch her hose covered feet rub against each other and the sight made me want to save mom all the time. "Boy you two really tied me." mom said rubbing her wrists and legs. "I really felt like a damsel in distress needing her hero to rescue her. That was fun." She said this looking me in the eyes and giving me another hug. These games would continue for several years. They seemed innocent all the time but I don't think that mom or Aunt Becky knew what influences this might have on me in the future. I will tell more of these stories later. |
| Name: | elfknot |
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| Comments: | Is there an archive for stories before February 2006?
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| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | Another stories was very much like the first one. My Aunt Becky was visiting and during my time playing with cousin Kim, I heard mom "mmmffffing" from another room. This time I found her in her bedroom, tied and gagged to a chair. When I came into the room, I was grabbed by Kim and Aunt Becky who then time my hands together with scarves and my feet with a pair of mom's tights. They tossed me onto the bed where I almost bounced right off. One of the two laughed while the other almost screamed at me falling off the bed. They straightened me out and Aunt Becky began her acting.
"Well, well, well. Super Dweeb. Thought you were going to stop us? I knew kidnapping you girlfriend would get your guard down." While she was monologuing, I was looking at mom. I could see mom's hands were tied together behind the chair with pantyhose. The sight kind of made me feel weird. I then noticed her mouth had been over the mouth gagged with another pair. Both pairs were the same light brown color and I could see the tips of the legs flapping back and forth as mom stuggled. She "mmmffffed" a lot but I didn't think that the gag was on that tight. "Now that we have you tied up you won't be able to stop us from taking over the world." They both laughed and left the room, closing the door behind us. I began to move my way over to mom, who was trying to turn her chair towards me. I ended up getting my hands free and quickly untied my legs. Mom cheered, "mmummer wwwweeebb.My Mero." I stood in front her her and before pulling down her gag, i said, "Not to worry, Super Dweeb is here." She batted her eyes at me and then i pulled down her gag. "Super Dweeb thank you for saving me." she said as I started to untie her feet. I was in character, but that stopped as I saw her legs, bound with another pair of hose and wearing a knee hi skirt with light brown pair of hose with reinforced toes. The sight was very exciting to me, especially seeing her legs rub together. I had a difficult time untying her legs because the hose knotted very tight. Her hands were easily untied because she ended up freeing her hands and bending over to help me untie her legs. She picked up the two pairs on the floor and said, "Let's stop Evil Becky." She then ran out of the room and I followed. Mom grabbed Becky and was able to tie her hands behind her back. Mom then pulled her into the living room and pushed her onto the couch. She tossed me the other pair of hose and told me tie her feet. Aunt Becky was wearing a black skirt with grey hose. They felt smooth and warm in my hands as I tied them. She wiggled her toes within the reinforced hose. Mom had ran off and came back with a thick silky scarf. Aunt Becky was cleave gagged with the thick material. Aunt Becky looked very sexy struggling. "Now lets get her sidekick." Mom called out, but Kim had already left for the evening. So we kept Aunt Becky tied for a few hours. She tried to get loose but struggled to no avail. Finally we untied her and she told us that perhaps she should be the damsel next time, that way she might be able to get she wouldn't be tied up so long. I over heard the two, mom and Becky talking later and mom started by asking, "So how did it feel to me tied and gagged?" "I liked it." she said very enthusiast and yet shocked at the same time. "You ruined my pantyhose." mom said disappointment. "But they did feel good as my gag." I recommended They discussed how they enjoyed they being damsels and being saved by a "handsome hero". And I have to admit. I took the pairs of hose that ws used to tie them, and tried up a gag on myself and they felt very sexy, smooth and smelt great over my mouth. |
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| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | Whenever Aunt Becky came over or we were visiting her I had hinted at playing Super Dweeb so that I may see her or even mom tied up. I often would hint at playing, saying things like, "I haven't seen any Super Dweeb in a while, have you?"
Then one day my mom caught on, "Why do you always bring up Super Dweeb whenever your aunt is visiting?" And my Aunt Becky answered, "He probably wants to see his pretty aunt tied up and gagged with her pantyhose." When Aunt Becky said this, she crossed her legs and showed me her hosed covered legs and short skirt, and waved her foot at me. My mom laughed as though she was thinking the same thing. I remember my face went completely red and I left saying, "No." I didn't want to come back into the room until I heard Aunt Becky "MMMMFFFFing". I ran back really excited and saw my Aunt and mom holding their hands over their mouths and calling for help. Once I saw this they stopped pretending and started laughing. "Oh my goodness, he does want to see us tied up and gagged." Mom said very wide eyed. I left the room again with them laughing and also curious about me. I went and watched tv and stewed in anger and embarrassment. Then once Aunt Becky came to let me know that my family would be leaving. She told me that she was sorry for teasing me. Then she whispered to me, "I thinks it's cute that you would want to see me tied and gagged because you want to rescue me." She winked at me. "Here," she placed some papers into my pocket, "Don't look at these until you get home." she kissed me on the forehead, "My Super Dweeb". When I got home, I pulled out the papers and it was four poleroids, one was a close up of her face with a pair of tan hose wrapped over her like a gag, the second was of her legs with her ankles tied together with hose, and the third was a far away picture with Aunt Becky gagged and legs tied and her holding her hands behind her back and the last photo was of mom with hose wrapped around her mouth. The far away pic must have been taken by mom. I don't know if mom knew I had the pictures, because it was never mentioned. However the next time I visited Aunt Becky would be awesome. |
| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | It took me several weeks to get a reason to see Aunt Becky but she one day called and asked if I could come over and help her with moving furniture from one room to the next. So when I found out it was just me and her in the house, I asked about the pictures she gave me. What happened that night with the polaroids was Mom and Aunt Becky, after teasing me, started talking about being tied up and gagged and what it felt like. Aunt Becky was kind enough to tell me everything I asked very honestly and openly.
Turns out Mom and Dad play role playing games too. Mom, like aunt Becky liked to fantasize about being rescued by a heroic man. They debated whether or notmy interest in seeing them bound and gagged was all that morally safe for my up bringing. Aunt Becky thought it was harmless as long as he does not take his liberties, she lowered her eyebrows when she told me this to get a point across. Mom on the other hand decided that it was not right for a mom and child to play games that had a sexual nature attached. She thought this because her and dad often play the sexual games like this when they are alone. Aunt Becky then told me it was mom's idea to take the pictures. She was doing mom a favor by tying her up and taking the pics and they were to be a gift for dad. Later I searched through mom's drawers and found the pics, she was still wearing bra and panties in all the pics, but one pic she was encased in hose with seemed weird and exciting at the same time. In the pics that Aunt Becky game me, she was wearing clothe but she told me that mom's were a little more adult. It was an accident that she game me a pic of mom gagged but thought nothing of it as long as I didn't mention the picture or knowing about the pictures. Aunt Becky had convinced mom that she wanted to see herself tied and gagged so they took turns being tied. "Why pantyhose?" I asked looking at her legs. She was wearing shorts but still wearing light brown hose with reinforced toes underneath. The shape of her legs always excited me. She even saw me looking her legs and then grabbed my hand put them on her thigh. "Because they feel nice on the skin, don't they?" She explained she liked to be gagged with them because of the feel, and the real reason was because she always had spare pairs to use and never rope. It was more of a convience to her. She also winked at me and said that she thought they were a little sexy and personal. She then showed me how she used pantyhose for tying her plants upright to sticks so they grow straight, she uses them for tying folded bedsheets together before storing them, and she even uses them to stuff pillows, stuffed animals, and other cushions. She explained that she was given a crate of hose when she modeled for some clothing store and she had found out a lot of uses for them being that she always got runs in them all the time. She then opened a drawer on the bottom of her dresser and pulled out a few pairs, all of them brown, tan, nude, or beige. She threw some pairs to me and instructed me to put on over my head and pretend I was a bank robber and she was the kidnapped bank teller brought to my hideout. I was kind of embarrassed to put a pair over my head then she jumped over to me and help me further. She then told me to tie her hands behind her back and gag her. I tied her hands behind her back and saw my image in the mirror, kind of scary. I looked like a thug, evil man and it made me a little more uncomfortable. When I gagged her she requested being wrapped gagged with a special pair that were extra silky, and mmmmfffed in delight as I did it. She then pulled away and ran to her spare bedroom. I ran after her and tackled her onto the bed in the spare room. She yelped as the tackle was pretty rough. I then took a pair and tied her ankles together. She was giggling as I tied her ankles and she tried to kick me away. And having her smooth legs rubbing up and down my body and she winked and smiled under her gag, some animal instinct in my kicked in and I feel her legs savagely. She mmmfffed in a passionate sound encouraging me. She started nodding and talking under gag, "Yes." I then not thinking, unbuttoned her shorts and started massaging her midsection. He hands game loose for the hose tying them behind her back then she grabbed my hand and held it in place. I tried to pull away at first thinking I went too far. She now had a cleave gag from opening her mouth. Then her midsection became wet under her hose and panties and her body started jerking. She let out a large mmmmffffed then fell back. I had ejaculated in my pants at the whole thing. She then pulled me close making me lie with her. "Oh my god." she whispered and kissed my hose mask. "Let's just lay here." she held me close in a hug and wrapped her hands together with the hose tying her hands up around me. We laid there for quite some time then she released me. "Maybe your mom was right." she said removing her gag. Her hair in a mess. She smile kissed me on the lips and said, "We don't tell anyone about this, OK?" I nodded. She then untied her ankles and saw my wet spot in my pants. "We better clean those before you leave." she then unzipped my pants and pulled them off. I got excited again, she saw it but did nothing. She removed her shorts right in front of me and left the room, coming back zipping up a skirt in replace. "So, we should finish the moving." She didn't talk much during our work, but once my pants were finished washing and dried, she helped me into them then stopped before zipping them up and pulled them off again. "Ok, this time, I'm a reporter, Lois Lane, and you have just caught me snooping through some important classified files and you have to keep me tied and gagged until you know what to do with me." She giggled, grabbed my hand and marched me to her bedroom again. This started a forbidden relationship that ended only a year ago. I can go into more episodes if you people want. |
| Name: | ed |
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| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | I would make excuses to visit or see my Aunt Becky after that one night. Our family events she would tease me as much as she could, with things like playing footsie with me while we ate at the supper table, saying puns like "I will probably be tied up that day." and if we are in a room alone, she would pull off a scarf she wears around her kneck and quickly flashes me a gagged look. Her behavior scared me and turned me on at the same time. Most of the time I would head home with my parents.Sometimes I found myself sneaking into her room and stealing hose, stockings, tights, scarfs, and once a slip from her laundry basket, just so I could take her smell home with me. I started to become fanatical about women in hose. I fantasized about my teachers being tied up with their hose and found myself stealing pantyhose from my hottest teacher Mrs. Joubert when my family went to her house for a bbq. I had quite the collection of women's pantyhose. Then one day I got adventurous. Becky was coming over to some family event and came into the house by herself, telling me that the rest of her family was coming from another end of town. Being that nobody saw her come to the house from a taxi, I grabbed her hand and walked her to my room. I told her to be quite or there would be trouble. She giggled and then stopped when she saw my pillow case filled with hose. "Are those your mother's?" I told her that they were hers to which she didn't seem pleased. I tied her hands behind her back as she started asking me how many hose I have stolen from her. "Do you know how much money those pairs cost?" I gagged her with stuffing a pair into her mouth and wrapped the pillow case now empty, around her mouth. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, not looking pleased with my new surprises. I gave her a shove to my bed and started tying her ankles, removing her heels. I took a chance and rubbed my hands up her tan hose legs and lifted her skirt up, thinking that she might start to get into this. But instead she started getting into her "I should be the adult" mode and started shaking her head "no".
I then got a little annoyed by her, "You are the one who kept on teasing me. I'm going to have my way tonight." which caused her to start trying to escape her ties. I then picked up the phone call our house and hung up right away so our house phones would ring. I opened my door called our to the house, "I got it." Looked back at my Aunt who was now raising her eyebrows in a different look of curiousity. I waiting a few seconds then called out, "Hey Mom." she called back, "Aunt Becky called and she's stuck in traffic and is going to be late." My mom thanked me for letting her know. Aunt Becky tried to call out over her gag, but I turned on my tv with the volume up and drownded out her mmmmfffing. "How does it feel to be a real damsel in distress?" I asked and her eyes widened in shock then changed to encouragement and she began to rub her legs together welcomingly. I jumped on top of her and started to role on my bed with her. She mfffed and mmffed more encouragingly as I put a hose over my head. As we started to get passionate, my mom knocked at me door, "Did Becky say anything else?" Both Aunt Becky and me stopped in our spot and turned towards the door. "I quickly called out."No. Just that she'll get here as soon as she can," There was a silence that was killing us, then mom said, "OK. can you come down and set the kitchen table?" I said yes just so mom wouldn't feel the need to come in. I stepped off Aunt Becky and told her to stay quiet and left the room, closing the door behind me. I quickly set up the table and ran back to my room. Aunt was nearly free, with her hands untied and spitting out her stuff gag. I closed the door behind me jumped her and tried to regag her. She whispered, "Let's do this quickly." then tied a gag over her mouth herself. She guided me to put stockings over my hands, she put her hands in stockings as well. She turned around pulling her skirt up showing me her control top pantyhose covered ass, undid my pants and backed her ass into me. She guided my stocking covered hands over to her mid section where I started to rub her. She mmmfffed in delight as my penis erected into her thighs under her ass. She didn't do anything when I went under her pantyhose and underwear and felt inside her as her legs worked me. I ejaculated very early but she kept humping my fingers untill she took climaxed and slowly came to a halt. She removed her gag which didn't really gag her turned over and kissed me hard. "This is soooo wrong." she said, in sweat and eyes closed with her lingering climax. "You are such a brat." she kissed my hands then wrapped them around her. "You actually kidnapped me." she whispered, "That is really a turn on to me, being tied and helpless." She got up and straightened out her close, checked her skirt to see if my stain running down her legs would show. She used other hose to dry herself up and turned to me. "You should never do this again." I remember her biting her lower lip as though she didn't want to discourage this. "If we are caught," she removed her hands from the stockings and collected the hose and stockings into a pile. "How am I suppose to come to the house now?" I explained that she could exit through my window and walk around the block. It was raining so it gave her some freshing up scent. She made some joke about me being real gentleman letting his lady walk in the rain. I liked that she called me "her lady." And the plan worked. She made up a great lie about being dropped off a couple of blocks away by a creep taxi driver and everyone was none the wiser. At the end of the night Becky gave me a note telling me her schedule about being home alone at her house. |
| Name: | Scott |
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| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | It may sound like I was tying up my Aunt Becky all the time, but the truth is she and I barely had time alone when we were together. If I did get to see her, it was at a family event. She would still torture me by playing footsie with me at every table. One night we all watched a movie together and she purposely sat beside me and pulled a quilt over us, me and her daughter Kim. She would sit between me and Kim and during the movie she would pull my hand under the quilt and put it between her inner thighs where i would massage her. The feeling of her hose legs was soooooo good. THe movie was Big Trouble in Little China, which had two scenes with tied up women, When I saw the first scene, with a chinese woman with green eyes, gagged and tied to a bed, her hose feet tied together, AUnt Becky pulled her feet up onto the couch with squeezed her thighs over my hand. She put her hand on my thigh and strted squeezing it. When the second woman was shown hogtied and gagged, i put my hand into her midsection and started to get really fresh. She pulled my hnd out but put her hand onto my crotch feeling my hard on, which embarrased me. I could see mom was watching us suspiciously so I didn`t want to make any specific moves on my Aunt. After the movie Aunt Becky and Kim left and mom then took me aside and started asking questions. ``You and your Aunt are really close aren`t you`` I said Ě guess.` Then she said, "She seems to like you a lot." I felt my face turn red. Mom saw my reaction and I think assumed that it was all innocent. Then she said, "You certainly liked seeing those ladies in the movies tied." My eyes widened in shock. She was wearing genes but with tan hose underneath and my thoughts turned to getting her tied. "It's ok to talk to me about it." she said. I felt guilty and wrong but my hopes were starting to make me even more guilty. We discussed the concept of bondage and how I might be interested in seeing damsels in distress. I told me that I did enjoy saving her when she was tied and gagged to which she asked why. I told her because it made me feel special recuing a beautiful woman. I liked feeling like a hero. Mom bought it and kissed me on the forehead. "I liked being saved by my handsome hero too." Everyone went to sleep at the house and she then asked. "Would you like to save beautiful lady tonight?" I did. She told me to stay in my room and she would be right back. She left and came back with hose, tights and rope. She changed into her cotton pajamas but still kept her hose on. I got excited right away. She put her finger over her mouth to say stay quiet. Then she tied pair of hose over her mouth. I was in my pajamas and under my covers and happy mom didn't see my erection. I was already embarrassed myself for having it. Mom then turned her back towards me and sat up and tied her hands behind her back. When her hands were tied she pulled her legs onto the bed and I leaned over and tied her ankles. She then leaned back and laid in the bed. I then did something that shocked her. I took a pair of her tan pantyhose and pulled it over my head like Aunt Becky showed me. Mom's eyes widened. I then pulled down her over the mouth gag, crunched up another tan pair, she opened her mouth asking what I was going to do, but found pair stuffed in her mouth before she could finish the sentence. Then I pulled the gag back over the stuffed mouth. I could see that she was starting to change her mind and started to tug at her hand ties. Then I got created, and started to act like a villain and began to tickle her feet. She wanted this to be a quiet secret so seeing her struggle not to make noise was awesome. She was trying to plead for me to stop through her gag with a whispering tone. Then I started to rub my hands up her claves and tickle behind her knees. She squirmed and moaning began to slow down to long moans. Her eyes closed and her head turned away and with presure to the side. Then we heard some one walking out in the hallway and closing the bathroom door. I jumped over to mom's head who's eyes were wide looking at my door. I covered my hand over her mouth and her eyes then looked at me, which was in a hose mask in the dark and I said in a rough dark voice, "No use stuggling, Mrs.(I said our last name), there is no escape." She closed her eyes again and started to twist her body all around and her breathing began to escallate. I looked at her feet which were starting to unravel the hose that tied them. I quickly lifted my right foot over them to keep them pinned to the bed. My feet feeling her hose feet made me ejaculate which made me realize how weird this situation had gotten. But then mom started to cross her knees and then her feet got loose and then clamped my legs. That when i felt her midsection was jirating and she was climaxing. Finally her jirating slowed down and she was able to look at me again with her eyes barely able to open. I removed her gag and she slowly spat out the hose she was biting down on. She then bit her lower lip and asked, "Can you untie my hands?" I remove the hose on my head and whispered, "We're here mam to rescue you." and she smiled. I untied her hands and she gave me a big hug. She kissed my forehead and stepped out of my bed and slowly walked out of my room. She left the hose which I added to my collection. I could hear her go to the bathroom and the tub started to run. The next day she looked at me differently but didn't say anything. It took another long time for me to have another adventure with mom bound and gag. |
| Name: | ED |
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| Comments: | PLEASE KEEP GOING GREAT STORY |
| Name: | Oscar |
| Comments: | With the few incidences with mom and Aunt Becky I had a few very awkward moments with my first few dates at the age of 14 to 16. I thought I would be able to place my hands on certain lady parts when we were alone. Fortunately for me, my young girl friends were too young and too awkward to mention our embarrassing dates to hurt my rep in school.
One summer when I was 17, we went to Ms Joubert my grade 3 teacher and mom's best friends son's wedding. I didn't know her son to well, but Ms. Joubert lived down the block and often came over for a cup of coffee with mom. I always enjoyed it when she came over because she usually had on pantyhose and walked around the house hose feet. She looked like Julie Binoche, face, body and size with a slight French accent as well. She was my number one crush and I probably fantasized about her more than any other woman. What made things weird was how she often referred to me as her other son being that I usually helped with yard work and other house hold chores. Her husband left her and took her son with him once he started having an affair on Ms. Joubert. At the wedding Mrs. Joubert came by herself while her ex husband came with a twenty year old. Everyone was gossiping and feeling sorry for Mrs. Joubert but I was busy just looking at her dressed in this tan color skirt, white blouse, tan hose with reinforced toes and open toes heels. She looked so sexy. During the dance, everyone watched as she danced with her son with the first dance then as she was left to walk off the dance floor with the parents joined but her ex took his new young girl to the floor. My mom was so angry and it was heart breaking to see Ms. Joubert stumble and shyly walk off the floor. So I got brave and walked to her and asked her to dance. She was so happy and we slow danced with everyone watching. But those that watched thought I was a hero of the situation and that made me turned on. She felt nice, she smiled with big loving eyes. It was great. She then spent most of the time with my parents watching the rest of the dance. At the end everyone disappeared without helping clean up. Dad and I stayed to help. Ms. Joubert with a loaded car asked if I could drive her home so that I could help take the food and store it and also because she had a few drinks. At her house she removed her shoes and got me a beer after I unloaded her vehicle. She flopped into her couch and told me to take a seat with her. We talked about how great the wedding was, then she broke out and started bad mouthing her ex. Then she almost started crying saying how old and unwanted she felt. That`s when I told her about how she was and still is one of my biggest crushes. She put her hands on her heart and smiled because she was very touched I would say that. I then told her that I use to fantasize about her being kidnapped by bad men and me rescueing her. I even went into detail about her being buglarized, tied up and gagged in her house and I would see her in the window from my house and run over and rescue her. She loved that I was being honest. She then moved closer to me, put her head on my shoulder and lifted her knees up onto my lap. `Well you were my hero tonight.` I then put my hand on her knee and said, ``Even cuddling with you is n honour.`` Then she kissed me, lifted her skirt, got on top of my lap and started kiss my face and neck. That's when I got the idea to make my fantasy come even more true. I stepped up and took her hand and walked her to her room. She was somewhat stumbling due to the alcohol. I sat her on her bed to which she almost fell off , then went over to her drawers open her hose drawer and pulled out a few pantyhose. She then asked, "Oh are you going to tie me up with those?" Which turned me on something crazy being that she knew that pantyhose were for tying up and gagging women. She crossed her wrists and held them out in front for me, I then started to tie them together with one of her tan pairs. "This is sexy." she whispered to me. Her eyes were closing alot which told me that she was going to pass out drunk. I quickly tied her ankles and with the look of the most beautiful feet, ankles and calves covered in tan hose with reinforced hose, I removed my pants and started to rub her legs. She moaned in delight. I then kissed her legs up to her face and she began to kiss back. That's when I gagged her with another pair of her hose, stuffing her mouth with the top portion and tying the legs around her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth almost falling asleep. I then pulled her hands up to the top of the bed and tied them to the bed post. I lifted her legs onto the bed and she fell asleep just as quickly as she was laying down. I removed her skirt, ripped a hole in the panel part of her hose, moved her panties over and started to have sex with her. Even though she was sleeping, she was moving in acceptance and encouraging. It felt so nice. I kissed her face and chest and she moaned in delight, very loudly. Finally she opened her eyes and seeing me on top of her and feeling me inside her made her sober up right away. I could see she started to panic and once I pulled out and ejaculated on her legs, she began to cry. I quickly removed the gag and she wepped. "Sorry." she said "This is all my fault." I was untying her as she started to apologize to me. "What have I become?" when her hands were loose she hugged me and patted me on the back. "Here I'm supposed to be the mature one, your mom's best friend and here I am encouraging you to fulfill my womanly needs. You come to me being honest and telling me your deep secrets and I take advantage of them because I haven't had a man look at me the way you did... for so long... and..." she started to cry again. The whole time she was talking to me, I had my hands on her thighs and felt her stunning legs. I leaned into her and kissed her. "There is nothing wrong with what we've done. Maybe we both needed this night to be together just for one night." She stepped away from the bed and went to her drawer of pantyhose, pulled out some more pairs, came over to me and tied my hands to the bed post. She stuffed gagged me and made love to me dominating me completely. "Shhh" she kept telling me. I fell asleep after she finished me off and I was still tied with her hose and woke up with her lying on top of me. When she woke up she apologized for keeping me tied. I told her that I slept well so it didn't even bother me. She untied my hands and left to shower. She came back completely naked and told me to go shower. I did, came back and saw that she was dressed in summer shorts and tank top, still had on pantyhose. She cooked me breakfast and then watched me eat. She smiled at me pulled her chair closer, "So did was your fantasy of me being tied up and gagged as good as you had dreamt it would be?" I nodded. "Good because that's the last time we do what we did last night." I nodded disappointingly. "I called your mom to let her know that you stayed the night. I told her that you slept on the couch." I put my hand on her knee to make another move, but she pulled it off and said that I should get going home. "Did you at least enjoy the night?" She smiled at me, walked me to the door gave me a kiss on the cheek and then the lips. She didn't say anything else but stepped out with me. I thanked her and walked home. Weeks later Ms Joubert was having coffee with mom and I over heard mom say, "You seem to be in a good mood since the wedding." to which Ms Joubert responded, "Yeah, I had a this one night with a lovely young man that made me feel like a woman again." Mom congratulated her but did not go into details. But I know that mom already suspects it was me. |
| 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 |
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| 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 |
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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 |
| E-mail address: | Pranav_3722@rediffmail.com |
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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 |
| Name: | Tony |
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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 |
| Comments: | Any one got any stories of a more Domme mum getting tied up? Tricked maybe through her competitive streak?
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| E-mail address: | julia@msn.com |
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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: | B.G. |
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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. |
| Name: | SILENCER. |
| E-mail address: | ADULTSUBJECTS@AOL.COM |
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| Comments: | I am Silencer.
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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. |
