My name is David, and this is my story. I’m 13 years old, and I am your average boy. My height, my weight, my grades are all mildly average. But there is one thing different about me. I am all into bondage.
I would get my chance for a “real” bondage experience.
But first I need to talk to you about my mother.
Her name is Amanda, and she is the most beautiful angel in the world. She has long brown hair, like half of Rapunzel hair. She’s a bit short for someone who is 36.
She always had a weird habit of wearing black pantyhoses, and I never asked why, well in this story I found out why.
A teacher union that day left the students 3 less hours of schooling, so we could go home.
When I unlocked the door, I heard a mph. I searched for the source. There I found my mother but that’s not all I saw.
It was an image I would never 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 closed, however it looked like it had been extremely hard to close her mouth, 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...
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 she been hurt?
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 dad 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 desperate mpphing: she was trying to recall his attention, to warn him that I was there!
So, what was going on?
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!
Dad asked why I was at home so early. I told him of the teacher union. I asked why he was at home.
He didn’t answer, but Mom did. She explained how grown ups played games like this, and that I was at the age of discovering this. Mom also confirmed to me that they usually did not have a time limit on their games. It was either escape or be stuck there forever (more like 6-8 hours). She told me, that Dad and her usually play the games after I left for school.
I asked what she was gagged with. She said it was a black pantyhose. She also told me she wore that pantyhose for about a month, never washed her feet, and wore it day and night. She explained to me that she like the feeling of helplessness.
Well so did I.
I wondered what would have happened if I were to be gagged with Mom.
I decided to ask the next day.
My father and mother questioned me, if I liked it. After an embarrassing 3 hours, they asked what I thought of it. Followed by more stammering and the piercing look of my mother’s eyes, I finally blurted what I wanted out.
“I liked to be bound and gagged with Mom at the end of this month.”
An awkward moment of silence.
“I will have to wear an extra pair of pantyhoses.”
I could hardly believe my luck. Could anything ruin it for me.
Stay tuned for when stuff really gets ruined for me and my mom when we have an encounter with an burglar also into bondage.
Any comments would be loved.