## The Best Christmas Party (MMMMM/F)

Post by LordNelson » Wed Dec 24, 2014 9:02 am

The Best Christmas Party (MMMMM/F)
Jane had a feeling that there were going to be problems. She had decided to host a Christmas party for her son Andrew and his friends. Having six ten year old boys in one place at one time was just looking for trouble. Even though she thought that she had considered and planned for all possibilities she really had no idea just how out of hand things could get. She was about to find out.
The first glitch was before the party even started. The kids were coming over after school so she had arranged to leave work early in order to be prepared when they arrived. Several issues came up that required her attention and she had to stay longer than she planned. She arrived home only minutes before the first partiers arrived. From that point it was a scramble to keep up.
The first issue was that there was no time to change out of her outfit. She had been Santa’s helper at an office Christmas party and was dressed in the most elf-like attire she could find. She had on a snug, long sleeved fuzzy white sweater and a short red skirt. She couldn’t find red pantyhose so she had picked up a pair of red fish net stockings at the adult toy store. They matched her red leather three inch heel pumps perfectly. A co-worker had declared her the sexiest elf Santa had ever employed.
The moment she arrived home the frantic event began. She was a shining example of multitasking at its best. She prepared the food, organized the games and directed traffic to the washroom all while resolving all the little conflicts that are common to such a gathering. She managed to hold things together until it was time for the meal. She loaded six plates with her homemade chili, an odd choice for a kid’s party but it was what her son had requested, and was taking them two at a time to the table.
One boy stood unexpectedly and struck the plate that was in her hand with the top of his head. The chili didn’t quite make it to the floor but instead clung to the front of her white sweater. After scraping that off and preparing another plate an errant elbow sent a glass of cranberry juice, full of course, skittering across the table. It came to a halt only an inch or so from the edge of the table, tipped over and emptied its bright red contents onto her skirt.
The rest of the meal went smoothly and the desserts were placed in front of the boys. She had a plate for each boy and filled them all with identical portions, serving themselves would lead to mayhem. Reaching across the table to hand out a plate she managed to plant her elbow into the chocolate cake. The laughter it provoked was so joyful that she did it again, on purpose, with the other elbow.
After clearing away the plates and forks it was gift opening time. The boys sat on the floor in a circle and each insisted that his be opened first. Jane had anticipated this and had a deck of playing cards ready. Each boy drew one and the gifts were opened in order of highest to lowest.
Once the gifts had all been unwrapped, the packaging opened, batteries installed and instructions read each had to be demonstrated, played and mastered. The boys were busy and she saw her opportunity. She slipped away to go to her room and change out of her stained and soggy garments.
The sweater was on her bed and her skirt was down around her ankles when the door flew open. In a well-coordinated assault six young boys burst in and each knew exactly what to do. The first two grabbed an arm and began to pull her down. Two more took hold of an ankle apiece and yanked her legs out from under her. The fifth, the tallest boy, had manoeuvred around behind her and had both hands clamped tightly over her mouth.
As she was lowered to the floor her son crossed the room and opened one of the drawers in her dresser. He turned towards her with his hands full of her scarves. He started to distribute them to his accomplices.
When six boys enter the bedroom of a woman clad only in her underwear there are two reactions to be expected. The first is to say “Wow, look at that!” The second is to say “Let’s get the heck out of here!” Is this case there was a third, “It’s too late to stop now, let’s go for it!”
Jane knew what was happening to her, she knew why and she didn’t try to stop it. Her lack of resistance was due to three factors. First of all her predicament was partly her fault and secondly she was outnumbered and accepted her fate. The third reason was that she was actually enjoying what was happening although she would never admit it to the boys.
Three weeks ago Jane entered her son’s room with an armful of laundry. He was watching a DVD and had the volume so loud he didn’t hear her come in. She peeked over his shoulder to see what he was watching. It was the Disney movie called Honey I Blew Up the Kid. He had watched it several times before and she was surprised that he was watching it again. Then she saw why.
He pressed the pause, moved the cursor back a few minutes and pressed play again. He was watching the scene where the kids tie up the baby sitter. Jane watched also, wondering what was so fascinating. When it was over he did it again. She studied the scene as he played it over several times. She then knew why he found it so interesting. A pretty young girl was bound and gagged at the mercy of a younger boy. It was every lad’s fantasy to capture a good looking babysitter.
Strangely enough she too found the scene compelling but not for the same reasons. As a woman she put herself in the position of the baby sitter. The thing that puzzled her was that rather than feeling sorry for the poor girl’s plight she found it desirable. The thought of being captured, having your pleas ignored and eventually being gagged was somehow exciting. She imagined herself tied to the chair and her words muffled.
She slipped out of the room before being detected and went about the rest of her chores. For the remainder of the day she couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to be bound and gagged.
Over the next few weeks she kept an eye on her son. She tried to find out what he was watching several times when he was on the computer but wasn’t successful. Then one day, just a week ago, she was able look over his shoulder again. He was on YouTube looking at videos of “escape challenges”. She observed as he selected several that had girls his age tying each other up, sometimes with gags, and timing how long it took them to get themselves free.
‘That looks like fun’ she said. He just about tipped over the chair when she startled him. He looked up at her with wide eyes. ‘Have you ever tried that?’ she asked. He shook his head. She enjoyed teasing him and making him squirm. He had no idea if he was in trouble or not and she liked it that way. ‘Well if you do get a chance you have to make the most of it’ she told him ‘you don’t get opportunities like that every day.’
The stunned look on his face was priceless. She decided it was time to stop teasing and she began to leave his room. ‘Mom’ he called just as she was about to close his door. She looked back. ‘Maybe we could do that together, you and me?’ Then without really thinking about it she said what got her into her current predicament. ‘Sure we can, but don’t tell me when you are going to do it okay; I want it to be a surprise.’
He had certainly surprised her. She had expected that he wouldn’t actually take her up on her offer. If he did she assumed that it would just be the two of them and that she would have control of the situation. She didn’t anticipate that he would recruit the assistance of his friends.
Once she was on the floor he approached her with a scarf in each hand. The first was rolled up. He held it in front of her mouth and the moment his assistant pulled his hands away it was stuffed deep into her mouth. The second scarf was tied over her lips to keep it in.
As soon as she was silenced the boys rolled her over face down. The other scarves that he had distributed were quickly put to use tying her wrists and elbows, ankles and knees. She loved the feel of it as each of the silk bonds were wrapped around and then knotted. She put up a slight struggle to make it interesting for them but had no intention of actually trying to stop them. Once she had gotten over the initial surprise of their assault she decided to just let them do as they pleased and enjoy it.
When the last knot was tied her son checked each of them, he was clearly in charge of the abduction, to make sure that they were secure. When he was satisfied they picked her up and put her onto the bed. She couldn’t see which one did it, she assumed it was her son, but then she was hogtied. The scarf was a little short and her binder had to pull hard to make the ends meet. Her hands nearly touched her heels.
Now she was truly helpless. She twisted a bit to test her bonds but quickly realized that they had done a good job. ‘Now we can finish the desserts and she can’t stop us’ announced her son to the others ‘we’ll come back and untie her when we’re done.’ Laughing and giggling they left the room.
“Was that all they wanted?” thought Jane “They did this for extra desserts?” Then she realized what had happened. Her son had used that as an excuse to trick the others into helping him to tie her up. Nothing works better than sweet incentives to motivate kids to do a job. For a moment she was a proud mother who was pleased that her son was so resourceful. He had planned this to the last detail and had probably started to do so as soon as she had made her foolish comment.
She wiggled and jiggled struggling against the silken bonds. She knew it was futile and that’s what made it so much fun. The feeling of helplessness was exciting and she made the most of it knowing that they would be returning soon. Half an hour later they came back, untied her and then raced out to go play some more with the gifts before their parents came to pick them up.
As Jane got dressed she thought to herself “Those boys had a grown woman in her underwear bound and gagged and it meant nothing more to them than extra dessert. That’s the innocence of youth; in a few years they’re going to look back on this with a whole different perspective.”
Then she thought about her son. “What was his motivation and what did he get out of this?” She was going to have a talk with him but she would have to be careful about how she did it. She didn’t want to scare him off from doing it again.
As for herself she thought that this was the best Christmas party she had ever been to but she wasn’t going to wait another year to do it again. Now it was her turn to do some planning. After all there was mother’s day…and her birthday…and…

### Re: The Best Christmas Party (MMMMM/F)

Post by Tieup1 » Wed Dec 24, 2014 9:20 am

Well written story, enjoyed reading it.

### Re: The Best Christmas Party (MMMMM/F)

Post by Shanyalovestape » Wed Dec 24, 2014 11:23 am

Nice! Merry Christmas!
Just your average,bondage-loving asian girl

### Re: The Best Christmas Party (MMMMM/F)

Post by SelenaGfan » Thu Dec 25, 2014 7:35 am

Very Nice. Merry Christmas