MUM'S SECRET TWO
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I woke with a tickling sensation in he soles of my feet. I tried to pull away then panicked when I discovered I could not move my legs. I twisted and paniced more when I realised I could not see nor move my arms. I began to cry out when suddenly I felt a hand over my mouth and heard my Mum's voice “Don't panic Jenn. Just time to get up.â€
Suddenly it all came back to me. I'd spent the night tied to my bed and blindfolded after an afternoon and evening of tie up games with my Mum and sister. I lay back and relaxed.
“What time is it Mum?â€
“About 9 o'clock. You need to go to the bathroom and come down for breakfast.†she said untying my right hand. I reached for my head and took the sleep mask off in time to see mum going out of my bedroom door. As I picked at the knot on my left wrist I heard more shrieking from my sister Samantha (or Sam's) room and guesses that she too was being tickled awake. One both my hands were free it was quick work to get my feet free and get to the bathroom.
Quarter of an hour later we were all sitting in the kitchen drinking orange juice as Mum made toast and coffee. “I was very mean to you two yesterday.†She said.
“No Mum.†we both chorused “It was fun.â€
“Really?†Mum teased “being tied up and gagged for hours on end. And tickle tortured. I think I was really mean. I think I need to repay you.â€
I thought I could see where this was leading. After all it had all started when I found Mum looking at a tie-up game website, and she had showed us how to tie her yesterday. We carried on having breakfast and chatting about what we were going to do today. As it was raining and we had done all our homework Sam and I fancied watching TV, playing games and texting our friends. When we finished eating and coffee Mum said the first thing we had to do was to get dressed and meet her in the lounge.
Half an hour later I came down the stairs. I was dressed in a long sleeved white top, denim mini skirt, black leggings with thick white socks pulled over my feet. Sam was wearing a yellow t-shirt, blue jeans with tan tights on underneath. Mum was still in her night clothes which were a pair of pink shorts with small blue spots and a pink crop top which left her stomach bare. She had taken off her dressing gown and slippers and was sitting on the lounge floor with her knees drawn up to her chin, her arms around her shins, her hair tied back in a pony tail, and in the middle of a large number of scarves laid out around her.
“I was mean to you yesterday and it's time to even things up.†she said with a mischievous grin.
“OK Mum.†Sam said “Hands behind your back.â€
Mum grinned and held her hands behind her. Sam crouched behind Mum and taking a scarf began to tie her wrists together, crossed. I watched as she carefully wrapped the scarf round, weaving it around her wrists before tying the knot in front of her wrists with her fingers pointing backwards. Sam then took a second scarf and began to tie Mum's elbows whist I started to tie more scarves together before tying the resulting “rope†round Mum's chest securing her arms to her sides and cinching between her upper arms and body.
“Comfy Mum?†I teased.
“Not too bad yet.†She replied with a little hint of mischief and an enigmatic grin. “But remember if you want lunch you'll have to let me go before 1 o'clock.â€
“15 hours. No problem is it Jenn.†joked Sam
Sam and I moved down to her legs and I began by tying her ankles together crossed. I wrapped a scarf around her ankles and weaved the ends between her legs before knotting it off. next I took a second scarf and cinched the first. Sam tied a scarf above Mum's knees and I tied a final scarf below her knees taking care to cinch eac scarf tight by tying yet another scarf between her legs.
“Now time to test.†said Sam and dived for Mum's bare feet and raked her fingers up and down her soles. mum gave a huge cry and tried to wriggle out of the way of Sam's torturous fingers, so I dived towards Mum's exposed stomach and ribs and began tickling her equally hard.
“No, no no, please stop.†Mum begged, but we took no notice and continued to torment her for about another minute. When we finished Sam and I checked Mum's knots and found everything was as tight and secure as when we had tied her.
“Well it looks like everything is secure,†I said. “but you have made a lot of noise.â€
“Nooo don't gag me please.†Mum pleaded still through her naughty grin. It didn't stop us and Sam held up one scarf rolled into a thin band and balled another up. Mum clenched her teeth tight together and quivered and shook her head after I sat on her legs and scratched the soles of her feet again. She held out for about 20 seconds before bursting out laughing. It was enough for Sam to push the balled up scarf into her mouth and to tie the second scarf between her teeth.
“Let's just make it extra secure.†I said and took a third scarf tying it over Mum's mouth like all the films and TV programmes depict a gag. “Now lets see if she keeps quiet.†I said and began to tickle Mum behind her knees as Sam tired her sides and ribs again.
Muffled moans were all the noises that mum made as she squirmed, wriggled, twisted and tried to get away from the 20 excruciatingly torturous fingers of her daughters. Tears began to well up in her eyes and sweat ran down her face, neck and stomach as the sheer physical effort of laughing through a gag whilst trying to wriggle away when tied up yook its toll.
After about 10 minutes we stopped and stood back.
“We've got some serious television watching to do now so keep quiet Mum.†Sam said. Mum was so delighted to be free of the tickling torture she hardly made a sound and just lay on her side, her knees drawn up slightly making her a zig-zag shape. she just lay there panting through her nose and trying to shake the hair out of her eyes.