Mum's Secret - Part 2 - updated 17 Dec

Postby Fantasmia » Mon Dec 05, 2011 2:08 am

MUM'S SECRET TWO

This story continues directly from “Mum's Secret”. viewtopic.php?f=37&t=11461&p=78836#p78836


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.”

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?”

“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.”

“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.”

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.”

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.”

“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.”

“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.
Last edited by Fantasmia on Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:51 am, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby Plueschbabycd » Mon Dec 05, 2011 7:41 am

Hallo very nice first Part of second Chapter.
I like it and can´t wait to read more .:) I hope the both get again bound and blindfolded.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Mon Dec 05, 2011 9:02 am

love all of your stories can't wait for the next part. :)

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby Qarl » Mon Dec 05, 2011 10:20 am

Fantasmia wrote: “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.


It appears the girls have studied their lessons, and applied them well! :tied: Nicely written Fantasmia. Thanks for adding this new part. :)
Last edited by Qarl on Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:24 pm, edited 1 time in total.

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby SelenaGfan » Mon Dec 05, 2011 1:56 pm

Nice new story,hope to read more of your tugs fun with your
mum and sister.

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2 udated 10 Dec

Postby Fantasmia » Sat Dec 10, 2011 7:19 am

We spent the next 45 minutes or so watching the morning kids' shows and Music videos, texting friends, taking care to tickle mum whenever there were adverts or other boring things, or sometimes just for fun. Mum was looking very dishevelled. her hair was breaking loose from the ponytail and was matted to her face. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and she seemed to be doing her best to ignore us, perhaps in the hopes that we would forget about her and just leave her tied up with no more tickling.

“Hey. I got an idea Jenn.” my sister suddenly burst out. “Lets play a game to see who tickled Mum next.

“Sounds good Sis.” I replied.

We got the Wii out and decided on Super Mario and Sonic at the Olympics would be a good challenge. Next we agreed on rules, what sports we;d play and how long the winner got to tickle Mum based on the score. Mum began to moan and groan into her gag as she realised she'd be tickle tortured quite a lot more before being released.

The games started and amid much chuckling and the usual unfounded accusations of cheating which accompany any video game Sam was declared the winner of round one. She got to tickle Mum for 5 minutes and I sat back to keep time and watched.

First target was, not surprisingly, Mum's bare feet. Sam sat on Mum's legs with her back to her and best forward to tickle her. She started gently, stroking the soles and wiggling the toes before getting a bit rougher and scratching her nails up the insteps and wiggling her fingers in the web-spaces between the toes. Mum kept still and quiet at first but after about half a minute began to thrash violently from side to side “mmmpphing” through the soft folds of material which gagged her.

Sam then turned round, still sitting on Mum's shins, and tickled her behind the knees and up her thighs. Mum carried on wriggling and managed to turn first onto her side then her front. Sam simply slid further up her legs to sit just below her bottom, and just out of reach of Mum's fingers, and attacked her sides instead.

“Time up.” I shouted when the 5 minutes had gone. Mum lay there a panting, sweaty heap on the floor. We waited about a minute then I went to her head and looked her in the face.

“Are you OK Mum?” she nodded and I think her eyes were still smiling over the scarf gag. “OK then round 2.”

Sam won again but got only 3 minutes to tickle Mum this time. She went straight for Mum's sides this time, sitting behind her and digging her fingers in under her ribs and into her tummy. I was very tempted to grab Mum's legs and join in on her feet but resisted in accordance with the rules we agreed.

“Time up.”
“What so soon Jen?” Mum looked relieved.

“Yes.”

“Well 2 to me. Do you fancy livening things up a bit?”

“What do you mean.”

“Next time the looser gets tied up and tickled too.” Mum looked up at this point, though still looked worn out. “And stays tied up until Mum gets released.”

“Erm.”

“Jenn's a chicken. Jenn's a chicken!”

“No I'm up for it. Lets go.”

And so round three began. Mum wriggled herself up into a sitting position so she could watch the TV this time. We played 5 sports in total. I was in a slight lead after the first game. Second one Sam won and got ahead overall. Third and fourth she increased her lead and was really goading me with what she would do to me. On the final game It all came together for me just as it all fell apart for Sam and she looked absolutely dejected. But she had suggested the forfeit and agreed the rules.

Sam sat on the floor and at my instruction put her hands behind her back.

I tied her wrists together palm to palm with a scarf, cinching tightly and putting the knot well away from her fingers. I then wrapped another scarf between her wrists, covering the first knot, then tying this knot again away from Sam's fingers. Next I took three scarves and tied them together into a long rope. I first passed this round Sam's elbows, pulling them together but not touching, then knotted it off twice, close to her arms. I took the long free ends and looped them around her arms and chest, tying the ends off behind her back after looping them under her shoulders she she couldn't slide out of the bonds.

I took 5 scarves for her legs and tied her at ankles, above and below her knees, mid calf and mid thigh. I needed a second scarf to cinch the mid thigh binding but when I was finished her legs were welded together.

“Open wide.” I commanded.

“Do you have to Jenn.”

“If you are a good girl you get gagged with this clean scarf. If you struggle then you get my socks.” Sam opened her mouth. I pushed one rolled up scarf into her mouth and held it in place with a second which I tied behind her head.

Mum had been watching this silently, eyes smiling over her gag, but now made a few “mmfffs” as I pulled her upright over to sit next to Sam. I took three more scarves and tied Sam's right ankle to Mum's left ankle, did the same at their knees and at elbow level. They were now bound side by side together but most importantly their feet were together so I had 4 beautifully vulnerable soles pointing towards me.

“Well what now?” I teased. My two bound captives “mmpphhhed” pleadingly through the folds of their gags. “Since the original idea was for the winner to tickle mum, I'll start with...you.”

With that I drew my finger slowly up Sam's sole. I could feel the grating as the nail scraped over the rough nylon which appeared to do nothing to reduce the torment, her eyes screwed up tightly and her head turned away. Sam quivered trying not to laugh but as my tickling got more intense she gave up and muffed chuckles broke through. As my fingers scraped up her insteps and danced along the sensitive parts between her sole and the pads of her toes I noticed that as she was struggling to pull her feet away from me Mum's legs were held straight out, the muscles tensed as she tired to keep Sam's feet within my reach. This changed suddenly when I ran my fingers up Mum's bare soles.

Now with both my captives struggling to get their feet away from me I decided I needed more restraints and used several more scarves to tie their legs to each other. Kneeling down I tickled them both on the soles of their feet and watched them wriggle squirm and make muffled shrieks into their gags. They soon stopped trying to help me (by holding their legs straight when I tickled the other's) and began to work together pulling their feet away. I sat on mums feet and tickled Sam's nyloned soles, then went up behind her knees and put my hands under her top to tickle her ribs. Next I felt behind me and reached mum's bare soles to torture them. I looked into her eyes as she shook her head, gasping through her nose and turning a very funny shade of red as she tried to escape my torturing fingers. when I switched my attention to my sister Mum looked straight at me, begging me to stop with her eyes. Tears ran down her cheeks as she regained her breath. I looked towards Sam as she wriggled her toes, tears in her eyes too and I thought it was time to give them a bit of a break.

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Dec 10, 2011 8:11 am

Hallo love ever part your stories. :) I can´t wait for her mums payback and hop the get again blindfolded. :D
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby bookl0ver » Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:16 am

brill love it
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Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby SelenaGfan » Sat Dec 10, 2011 11:53 am

Very good update,hope to see more soon please. :big:

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby Qarl » Mon Dec 12, 2011 4:09 pm

Very good! Thanks for the new part :)

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2

Postby Fantasmia » Sat Dec 17, 2011 10:51 am

So giving them a break I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, then I got some chocolate biscuits and went back to the lounge. I sat infront of then eating the biscuits and teasing them waving the chocolate under their noses and slowly eating the biscuits infornt of them. I even dunked the biscuit in the coffee so it melted and smeared some of it melted on their cheeks. I picked up my fone and checked through my texts still teasing my Mum and sister when I found a message from a friend asking to get together today. I was enjoying this game but really didn't want to say I was spending the day with my family so said I'd be over later. Then I went back to torturing my captives, tickling their feet and tummies.

It was getting late and I wanted to get out so I decided I better untie Mum so she could make lunch, and I better untie Sam too because it was supposed to be Mum tied up today anyway. As mum was spitting the cloth out of her mouth and rubbing her aching wrists she said she needed a shower and to get dressed. Sam and I had a quick think and said Mum would have to still be barefooted after changing. My sister and I carried on playing games when Mum came down and gave a little curtsey to ask if we approved of her clothes. It was a white T=shirt and 3/4 length black leggings with nothing on her feet and we nodded approval. Mum went off to the kitchen to make lunch.

After lunch I put my trainers on and went over to my friends house leaving Sam and mum together at home. I was away for quite a few hours with my little leak of friends but eventually came back at about half past 5. I opened the front door, taking my shoes off and called hello. there was no response so I went into the lounge. There lying on the floor was Mum. She was dressed as she was when I left though she was now tied up once again. hands behind back, elbows together, ankles above and below knees. she had multiple scarves knotted together around her waist pinning her wrists to the small of her back and more ropes round her chest above and below her breasts pinning her upper arms to her sides. her cheeks were bulging again but instead of a scarf over her mouth she had several strips of black tape. A scarf was also tied over her eyes and she made some muffled moans as I said "Hi" once again.

"Sam's been having fun then?" I said just as I felt my arms being grabbed and pulled behind me.

Sam had a couple of scarves pre-tied so that she could easily restrain me without fiddling with knots. Once she had my hands behind me I was no match for her as she pushed me onto the sofa and tied my elbows together. This was soon followed by may ankles, knees, waist and chest. next she pulled my socks off and stuffed them into my mouth as a gag taking another scarf to tied round my head pulling between my teeth holding the socks in place. Finally she tied a scarf over my mouth further silencing me.

“Mmppphhh” was the only sound I could make and I made it lots of times as she began to tickle my now bare feet. Although I had not put up much resistance to being tied up I had made a token fight. This time however I really did kick and thrash with all my might as my vulnerable soles were tortured.

“You do wriggle a lot Jen.” Sam said. “But I think I know the solution. She slid me over to where Mum was lying on the floor and grabbed some more scarves. she turned us so we were lying back to back and began to tie our upper arms together. this was followed by tying our ankles to each other then knees and finally taking several scarves knotted together she tied our waists together.

Sam then wiggled her fingers menacingly before me and went to tickle both my and Mum's feet. I am insanely ticklish and I wriggled and fought and squirmed and pulled but to no avail. Whether by accident or design Sam had made me much more secure than when I had tied her to mum. Sam and Mum were tied side by side so they could bend their knees together to pull their feet away. Mum and I were tied back to back so our knees bent in opposite directions we couldn't move our feet at all well and apart from the slight twitching and rolling we were helpless to move away from the torturing fingers, and torture they did, for a good half hour.

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2 - updated 17 Dec

Postby Plueschbabycd » Sat Dec 17, 2011 11:50 am

Hallo really nice part. I like very much.I wish to read more ASP.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

Re: Mum's Secret - Part 2 - updated 17 Dec

Postby Qarl » Tue Dec 20, 2011 11:57 am

Thanks for the update! Enjoying this :)