My kids, Mona and Mandy, and I had gotten in the habit of playing tie up games after their dad left: that story has already been told before. About a year after we started, things had improved for us financially, but Mona (13) and her sister Mandy (9) still loved to be tied up very often. Since they were both in school, I was very concerned that marks from the rope we used might be seen, so I had to do something. I splurged, after getting a better job, on some nice leather restraints that didn't leave tell-tale marks. The girls both loved them, although I certainly didn't throw away the sash cord that was so useful. What I'm about to tell you happened one weekend last year while Mandy had gone to spend the night with a friend.
Mona was helping me clean the house, and while we paused for lunch we talked about various things, but I could tell something was on her mind and I asked what it was. "Mom,' she said, 'I don't know how to explain it, but I need to be tied up today." The way she said it made me pause. Very early on in our tie up games Mona had experienced her first orgasm while in a hogtie. Of course, it was also the same time she was going through puberty, too. Carefully, I said 'Need to? Or do you just want to, honey?' 'It's more than just wanting to today..,' she replied, 'it's kinda like when you need to eat, you get hungry. I need something, and I think being tied up will fill that need. Does that make any sense?' That was a serious thought coming from a 13yo. I pondered it for a moment and realized she was waiting for an answer.
I said, 'I understand honey. Let's finish up, and you go upstairs and get yourself ready. How's that sound?' 'Thanks, Mom' she replied quietly, and working together, we soon finished. As Mona went into her room to freshen up and change, I went into my walk in closet and selected what I would need.
We both needed a shower, and afterwards I slipped into a flattering red T-shirt dress and nude pantyhose. (Unlike many of my generation, I love wearing skirts and dresses, and usually have hosiery on, even around the house, and my girls follow my lead.) 'Come in my room when you're ready, Mona,' I called. 'Yes ma'am,' she replied. A moment later she came in wearing a black T-shirt dress of her own with black tights underneath, and had low heels to match. I smiled, 'You look nice, honey.' Nodding her head in thanks, she smiled and held out one wrist. Using our leather cuffs, I fastened her hands behind her back, and then added a wide belt to snug her elbows close. I cuffed her ankles together, added another belt for her knees, and said 'Blindfold too?' She nodded. I put it on, and then picked up our newest toy-a harness panel gag. I hadn't told them it had came in yet, so when I said, 'open up,' she was surprised at relatively large plug filling her mouth. I took my time fastening the straps, and was pleased not only with its effectiveness, but it looked really sexy too. I rolled her onto her stomach, and as she lay there on my bed I attached her ankles to her wrists, making a very strict hogtie. I saw an extra 'D' ring attached to the harness gag, and on impulse used a long shoestring from one of my boots to loop through it, and the other end to her wrist cuffs, and gently tightened it until her head was pulled up and back, leaving her unable to move her head at all!
Mona knows our safe word (three grunts when she's gagged) and I paid close attention for a few minutes, but the only sounds I heard were of those she made settling into her bondage. After a year, she resented being released until she had been bound for at least an hour or more. Satisfied she was ok, I settled in to read a book. Usually, her sister would be home and would keep an eye on her while I was out of the room, but she wouldn't be home until morning.
After I had read a good bit, I noticed Mona was beginning to make more pronounced moaning sounds, and I saw she was grinding her hips into the mattress. Several minutes later, she jerked and grunted with the force of her orgasm. She had been in the hogtie for about an hour and 20 minutes, so I decided to release her then. I loosened everything except her hand cuffs and gag, noticing the wetness visible in the crotch of her tights. I helped her stand so I could take off her gag, and as I did, she pressed close to me, her hands still fastened, and kissed me on the lips through the leather..