Some of you may remember a few months ago I stopped writing a story and deleted all posts of it because I began to. Feel very uncomfortable about it and got some creepy comments. This is my attempt to write one I'm comfortable with, with the age of muself invreased about 8 years.
Tied Up By My Aunt part one
I am Mark, an 18 year old on my summer break before university
Well I've done some short term jobs but this particular weekend I was helping my aunt Julie Pack up to move house. Julie is the youngest of my mum and her sisters. Mum, Mary, is oldest, aged 40, then comes Sam,38, and finally Julie, 31, from a different father , or for me grandfather, as grandmother Katharine was a bit of a player in her younger days. I was born in September with my younger sister Suzanne, or Zanny, was born 13 months after me.
Well back to this story. I was up in the attick shifting boxes wearing a t shirt, jeans and trainers. I was moving one box just over the hatch when there was a huge crash and it suddenly y became as lot lighter.
"Are youballright Mark?" Called aunt Julie. And I heard the sound of steps up.the stairs. Julie arrived on the landing. AS he was wearing a white lackey peasant top and 3/4 length jeans and was barefoot, showing off her pink painted toenails.
"Yes I'm fine thanks." I said lowering g myself down the ladder to the landing. We both stared at the contents of the box which was now spread over the small landing and top few steps. We both stared in silence. I was first to break the ice saying "nothing broken then?" Aunt Julie's face was brught red, but eventuallybshe burst into a giggle.
What we were both staring at was a pile of handcuffs, lungs of chain, padocks, ropes, a few ball gags and generally other bondage items. We stared before I said "I'll start to pack.this away."
Julie said "I think we need some tea."
I packed the things back.into the box taking great interest, after all having been a long time visitor of certain picture sites on.line was not unfamiliar with these items, just not seen them.close.up.before. My mum.was aware of my interest but tended to.ignore it, she had caught me some time ago practicing self.bondage when I.had become a.little.stuck.
I went downstairs to.find a very embarrassed aunt Julie sitting in the kitchen.with two.mugs of very strong tea."I guess you need an explanation."
"I can guess." I said." I know.the kind of things some.people.like."
"Doesnt it make.you th hunk.I'm weird?"
"Not at all. I'm.quite interested myself."
Looking up.with a smile.on her face aunt Julie said just one word "Really?"
So.half an hour later Aunt Julie was face down on the floor, a black.ball.gag in her mouth, silk sleep.mask.over her eyes and hog cuffed with leather cuffs round ankles and wrists joined by an X-shaped chain. She was wriggling and shrieking into her gag as I stoked.the soles.of her bare feet with my fingers. After 20 minutes I left her and went back to.doing my job upstairs returning to.he r after an hour to release.her.
She was sweating and her hair was a little dispelled but she had a big grin in her face, in addition to the strap mark.
"Time for me to make some food." She said. "And I think I need to tell your mum you've been so.helpful that you can stay the night."
8pm
"Yes, he's been so.helpful, I thought I'd give him.a big meal.and let him.stay rather than have to drive back. Yes he's not saying much. I'm sure he'll call you if he needs to."
Aunt Julie.put down the telephone and licked up her glass of wine, her bare feet resting on the table next to them. She was wearing a white vest top and grey tracksuit bottoms. She looked over t me. "You didn't want to say anything did you?"
"Mnngggmmnn"
I was sitting.g across the sofa wearing just a pair of lucrative cycling shorts. Well not only cycling shorts. I had 1" wide leather straps round my ankles, above and below my knees and round my thighs. My wrists were held behind my back with hinged handcuffs and my elbows joined by chain linked cuffs. 2" wide belts were buckled round my chest and stomach pinning my arms against my body. In my mouth was a rubber wedge attached to a rectangular leather pannel gag over my mouth which buckled in two places behind my head.
Aunt Julie stood up.and walked over to.me scraping her finge up the soles.of my feet, grinning evilly at me.
" how long did you tickle me for today?" she said. "Because now your . Mine all night . And payback can be such a bitch."
I struggled trying not to show off what was happening in my shorts by t unable to protect my bare feet.