A strange way to spend the day!

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Jun 20, 2009 3:51 am

This is a continuation on a story I posted on the request site.

Here we go again! How come I never, ever learn?
After my mother had tied me up as a punishment for being late, she grounded me. Remember? Well, last night, as we were sitting in the livingroom watching TV, she suddenly said: ”How did you like being tied up, hon?”
I was quite taken aback by the question. ”I… think I liked most of it, but I’m not sure. Why do you ask?”
“I was just wondering. How would you react, if I said I’d like to tie you up again? Tomorrow, I mean!”
I thought about it for a moment and then I just said nonchalantly “O.K! If you don‘t mind, I‘d like to go to bed now. Good night!”
“Good night! I want you to wear the footy pajamas I gave you tonight,” my mother said.
I was startled, but the look my mother gave me, told me she wasn’t in the mood for an argument. I just retrieved the pajamas (witch was a neon like pink) from my room and went into the bathroom. When I came out again, my mother waited for me, with a couple of lengths of rope in her hands, a bandana and a role of duck tape.
“Give me your hands,” she said.
I held them out as she told me, but I just had to ask, “ I thought you said that you would do this tomorrow? Ouch, that’s to tight!”
“Sorry, sweetie. I know I said I would do this tomorrow, but I can’t risk having you running around and making preparations to spoil the fun for us!” she said, while she stuffed the bandana in my mouth sealing it with some strips of tape, making sure it didn‘t into my hair to much. “Well for me, any way!“ she added. She tied my hands in an X-fashion, knotting it off just out of reach of my fingers,

We went into my bedroom and at her request; I sat down on the edge of the bed.
“ I’ve got an idea for tomorrow!” she said, with a query look in her eyes. “What if I tied you to your bed for most of the day? Of course I would let you use the bathroom every once in a while, and have something to eat and drink during the day, but most of the time you would be tied to your bed. How does that sound, to you?”
I moaned as best I could, through the gag but then I nodded O.K. I was then told to lay down on the bed and my mother tied my thighs and ankles together, again making sure I couldn’t get at the knots too easily.

After having spent a rather uncomfortable, and largely sleepless night tied up in bed, I was awakened by her the next morning.
“So sweetie, are you ready for your day in bed?” she asked as she released me from my bonds and the by now very soggy gag and gave me a drink of water.
“Yes, I am.” I said, after having taken a sip of the much-needed water, so I could speak again. “Let me just have some breakfast and then we can begin.”
“Breakfast is ready in the kitchen. Don’t bother getting dressed today, as you won’t be going anywhere anyway. And besides, I like those pajamas. I think the colour suites you!”
I wasn’t sure I agreed, but who was I to argue with her? I just went into the bathroom and did my business and went to have some breakfast.
When I had finished eating, my mother came over and stuffed my mouth with a clean and dry bandana and put some tape over my mouth. She didn’t tie my hands, however. We went back to my bedroom and I lay down on the bed again. I held out my hands for her to tie them together, but she took one hand and tied it to one bedpost. She then took the other hand and tied that to the other bedpost, all the time making sure the cuffs of the pajamas were between the ropes and my wrists so they didn’t hurt them too much. Then she tied my feet to the posts at the bottom of the bed. “I’m off to the store for a while. I’ll see you in a bit.” she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Will you be O.K like this for a while?”
I grunted, “U-hum” through the gag and then she left me.

I must have dozed off after a couple of minutes, and when I woke up again I was startled to see a male friend of mine, standing by the bedside.
He smiled down at me and asked, “Did your mother tie you up like this?”
I nodded `Yes´.
He then asked me: “Do you want me to release you?” to which I shook my head `No´.
At that point, my mother came back from the store and explained that this was something we both had wanted to do. She also said I was going to be tied up for the rest of the day, or until I said I didn’t want to any more. Then she asked me, if I still was O.K. Again I nodded `Yes´.

My friend ended up staying most of the day, even though he wasn’t tied up. He said he didn’t want to at that point, but maybe later.
As we had agreed, I was only released when I had to go to the bathroom, or when it was time to eat. Otherwise I was tied up and tape gagged the whole time, either on the bed or on the desk chair in my room.

That night, my mother again tied my hands in front of me. Then she tied my thighs and ankles, gave me a good night kiss on the cheek and asked if I had had a good time today. I nodded. She said she thought as much, seeing how much my eyes were gleaming.
Whazzzz up!.

And again!

Postby lasse672000 » Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:37 am

I woke up the next morning only to find my male friend sitting once again by my bedside.
“Good morning, sunshine!” he said. “I’ve hade a word with your mother and we have a surprise for you today!”
“Yes, we do!” My mother entered the room and started untying me. “Hurry up and get ready to have some breakfast and we’ll tell you all about it!”
I rubbed some circulation back in my arms and legs and went into the bathroom. Afterwards I went to the kitchen to have some breakfast, still wearing my bright pink footy pajamas. (Author: I don’t have any footy pajamas myself and I can‘t buy them in this country, but I kind of like the look of them) As I sat down at the table, I noticed that he was sitting there as well and that he had his hands tied in front of him.
“We’ve arranged for him to stay the day. I was wondering, if you would mind being tied up today as well? With him, I mean?”
“No, not at all. Just as long as we’re in on it, and I get to change clothes.” I said, as spread butter on a sandwich.
“Sure, I am,” he said at the same time that my mother said, “Yes, you can take off your pajamas, but only to put a fresh one on. I’ve got one for you as well, young man!” she added.

After breakfast, we changed clothes, me into another slightly less bright pink footy pajamas and him into a powdery blue one.
Then it was time to be tied up again. We were told to sit down on two chairs that we brought in from the kitchen and put back to back. My mother then tied my hands in front of me as well. After that she tied our feet to the legs of the chairs and gagged us with bandanas stuffed into our mouths and held in place with several strips of tape. Then our waists were pinned firmly to the back of the chairs with another long piece of rope tied around us and then the back of the chairs.

Then my mother said: “If you promise not to go anywhere, I’ll arrange a surprise for you later today! I just have to make one phone call first.”
Ha, ha. Very funny! As I we were going anywhere dressed like this, even if we were to get loose! I thought.
She left us and I could hear her call somebody and tell that someone to come over (I didn’t know who) later that day. I could hear him trying to get out of the ropes, but I knew she had tied us up far too well for him to succeed, and sure enough he stopped trying after a while. We sat there for the best part of an hour. Then my mother came in and asked us if we were enjoying ourselves. We both nodded `Yes, we were´.

For the rest of the morning we were either tied up in the chairs or on the bed (not at the same time though), arms and legs spread out like an X. At lunchtime we were released and my mother asked my friend if he still enjoyed himself. He said he did, but that he was getting a bit hot in the pajamas.
“I’m glad that you are enjoying this. There will be a surprise for you this afternoon” my mother said with a smile.

She had only just tied us to the chairs again, this time with our hands behind the back of the chairs and our feet tied to the legs, when the door bell rang. My friend and I froze, but my mother just said, “Good! She’s here!” She finished tying my left leg to the leg of the chair and went to open the door. We could hear her talking to somebody and my friend started squirming. It was his mothers’ voice! They entered the room and his mother started laughing. “You should have told me to bring a camera! They look adorable!” she said. My mother offered to take a picture of us both with her own digital camera and print it out for her. “Yes, please!” was the answer, but he and I protested as best we could through our gagges. My mother took some pictures of us sitting there tied up. She handed one over, but said that it was for private use only!

My friends’ mother stayed until it was time for him to be released, change clothes and go home. “Unless you don’t want to spend the night here?” my mother asked. “I could arrange another bed in here and you could have a sleepover. Tied up, of course. By the way, you can keep the pajamas, if you want to.”
I could see that he was more than a little tempted to tell us that he would stay, but then he changed his mind.
“I think I’ve had enough for today! Maybe another time,” he said. With that they left and I was tied up again before I went to bed.
“This will be the last time I tie you up at night. For a while, at least,” my mother said.
“Fine with me,” I said. “I’m getting a bit fed up with this!”
Whazzzz up!.