I have always loved bondage, even before I knew it was called bondage. Playing police and kidnap games as children etc. As I got to aged 10 or 11 these games become less common, but I was still fascinated with being tied up. As I got to 12 or 13 my feelings to being tied up changed to. I tried self bondage (or tying myself up) but it is not the same, as I had to leave my hands so I could free them, which meant I was never really tied up. That is why when I was 13 or 14 I used mum’s credit card one day to buy some handcuffs on line.
I had been a latchkey kid since about 12. Initially I went to friend’s houses unitl mum came back from work but as I got older the friends and neighbours were nominally in charge of me but I would often be home alone until mum got in. Sometimes I’d go to friends houses sometimes they’d come to me but I was normally home before mum. That is why I managed to get to the cuffs before mum. I used them a couple times after school with some ropes and scarves I also collected under my bed and had the keys on the other side of the room so I had to hop or crawl to free myself.
One day per week mum had a half-day to compensate for working Saturdays. This particular day she was waiting for me when got home. I’d just taken my shoes and coat off, I was in my school blouse, blue pullover, grey skirt and black knee socks, when I heard her call me to the kitchen.
“I found this interesting bill on my card.†She started.
“Oh.â€
“Yes. At first I thought it was fraud but I just thought I’d check the website first. They sell handcuffs, ball gags, blindfolds and things like that. But I’m sure you know that.â€
“Ermâ€
“And I checked your browser hstory. And you’d been to that website, and a few other interesting ones too.â€
“I can…â€
“So I checked your room too. You don’t think you really have any secrets from me in there do you. And guess what I found.†She held up the handcuffs. Now put your hands behind you and turn round.
I obeyed her and felt the click of the cuffs shutting. It was the first time in 4 years someone had tied me up. Although I was mortally embarrassed and a little frightened I was also quite excited.
She walked me into the lounge where the bag from under my bed was emptied, the ropes and scarves alongside it.
“Now sit down, back against the sofa.â€
I wriggled down and sat with my legs out in-front of me. Mum took one of the lengths of rope and tied my knees together. She then took my socks off and tied my ankles too. She took one sock, tied a knot in the middle of it and then said: “Open wide.†Yes she used my own, straight off my foot after a day at school sock, to gag me.
Mum knelt down in-front of me and began to tickle my feet. When I tried to pull away she had no trouble holding my feet in place.
“You could always have told me about this Natalie dear, I’m your mother, I know you well and I’d have found out eventually. Anyway it was silly and naughty to use my card like that.†Al the time she kept tickling my bare feet, getting more intense from time to time to emphasise certain things she was saying. “So you need to be punished for that. I reckon 50pence per hour.â€
“Mpphh.â€
“Oh don’t complain. You’re in no position to argue. You’ll probably enjoy it too.â€
And that was the start of it. For almost the next month, nearly every day including weekends, I was tied up for an hour by my mum and tickled. I did enjoy it. And it was the start of a new relationship with my mum, and in a way, with some of my friends too.