This story has been moved due to racier content
Tom pulled up his car on the drive of his family home. it had been a long hot drive and a long year. His first at university. He was wearing t-shirt, shorts and trainers with no socks. He climbed out and out his key in the lock of the front door . opening it he stepped in and removed his shoes, relaxing in the freedom and coolness he now felt on his bare feet.
“Oh my God Mum what are you doing.”
“Oh relax nothings wrong”
“Oh God Mum can't you put something on.”
Tom's 40 something mother was just walking in from the garden, barefoot, her straight shoulder length hair tied back in a short pony tail and wearing nothing, nothing but a very brief bright red bikini bottom.
“Oh what's the matter. You used to suck on these for hours.....”
“God mum that was....”
“19 years ago. Look if you don't want to see these,” she said turning round.
“Oh my God mum!” Tom saw that the rear of his mother's bikini was nothing more than two red strings which joined together and then dived into the cleft of her buttocks.
Going to a wall unit, his mum bent over and opened a drawer turning round and grinning as her boobs swung a little. “You could always wear this.” She said backing her son into a corner before pushing a black leather blindfold over his eyes and fastening the velcro behind his head. “ how about a big hug for your Mum?” she said putting her arms round Tom.
Tom felt her boobs press against him. “No please Mum.” suddenly he heard a clickety click ratchet sound and felt something cold on his left wrist. Shortly followed by another click and the same feeling on his right wrist. His mum had just handcuffed his hands behind him.
“Please Mum. We haven't done this since...”
“Last September as a going away game and a just turned 19 present. You used to love playing these games.” Said his mother Petra as she led him by the arm back across the room.
“But muphhhmmmnngg.” Tom felt a rubber ball pushed into his mouth followed by a buckle behind his head.
“And Joanne missed you so. She was so upset when you wrote to tell her things were over.”
Tom made some muffled grunts trying to explain that he had a new girlfriend at university. He gave up before reaching the part about playing mutual tie up games and certainly didn't mention she'd dropped him just after the May Ball.
“Just sit down here.” said Petra pushing him onto the sofa and producing from the drawer several lengths of rope. Unable to resist and actually beginning to enjoy the feeling of being restrained again, Tom sat still and unresistingly allowed his mum to tie his ankles together followed by legs above and below knees then his arms lashed to his sides just above elbow level and cinched under his armpits, finally his wrists tied into the small of his back with a rope round his waist. Petra walked back to the drawer taking out two very small objects. She pushed the foam plugs into Toms ears.
“There. Now you can stay quiet and be in quiet for a while as you calm down” she said before lifting him onto the floor and turning him face down. She took a final piece of rope and bending Tom's knees tied his wrists to his ankles before leaving him lying helpless on the floor.
Petra walked back into the hallway. Checking the front door was again locked she opened the cupboard under the stairs. There on a small stool sat a girl about Toms age. She wore a short black skirt and white top with nothing on her feet or legs. Her light brown hair was not tied back and came to just beyond chin length. She was tightly tied up in a very similar way to Tom, including ear plugs. The only real difference was that the ropes round her chest and upper arms were arranged to accommodate her boobs. Pert and somewhat smaller than Petra's they were exaggerated by the squeezing ropes and the fact the girls arms were pulled behind her where her hands were tied. Petra helped her to sit up and hop out. Removing the ear plugs she said “He's home now Jo. Soon he'll be all yours to play with again.”
Petra continued to untie Joanne, removing her gag and blindfold then untying her arms and hands.
“OOOhhhh that was fun.” said Jo “But it is good to be free again” stretching her arms before untying her feet and legs. She looked over to the hogtied Tom. “Oh he looks adorable like that. And those feet soooooo ticklish I remember.”
“Ahem. There's one thing you've forgotten young lady.” Petra said turning her back to Joanne and crossing her wrists. Joanne picked up a piece of rope and quickly lashed Petra's hands together in the small of her back.
“Now come along Pet.” She said leading Petra to the stairs and up to her bedroom. There she pushed Petra gently onto the bed before tying her ankles together followed by legs either side of the knees and mid thigh and calves. A waist rope was next tying her hands in place then threading the loose end of the rope between Petra's legs (with a few knots tied in strategic places) she tied it of to the front of the waist binding pushing the skimpy bikini pants further into her crack and fashioning a very effective crotch rope. Petras upper arms and chest were next with the ropes wrapped tightly round then cinched between sides and arms. More ropes were then pulled under Petra's arms, pulled behind her neck and crossed between her breasts. Opening one of the bedside srawers Joanne removed a leather blindfold and ball gag set.
“Open wide!” Petra gave a little smile as she opened her mouth to accept the ball and leant her head forward as far as she could to let Joanne fasten it behind her neck. The blindfold followed soon after. helping Petra to roll onto her side Joanne tied her ankles to her wrists, and thus to the crotch rope, in a fairly loose hogtie.
Joanne stood back to picture the older woman in-front of her now bound helpless on her own bed. She sat next to her and began to stroke the soles of her feet, gently at first then bringing in her finger tips, then finger nails. Petra flinched a little at first then the intensity of her kicks became more as the intensity of the tickling increased. After about 5 minutes of intermittent intense ad light tickling Joanne had done her work. The involuntary jerking of her legs had tugged on the crotch rope sufficiently hard to arouse Petra and now she continued to kick her feet, tugging on the cord and pushing the knots against her tender spots. Joanne left Petra to amuse herself and then went to see Tom.
Tom was just as he had been left. Face down, hogtied blindfold and gagged and trying ineffectively and probably half heartedly to wriggle free from his bonds. Joanne's bare feet making almost no sound on the carpet and his ear plugs meaning he was totally unaware of her approach.
She sat looking admiringly at him before she began to slowly stroke his bare feet. Instantly, muffled grunts were heard from his gagged mouth and he began to struggle against his bonds. Joanne knew that he was just as ticklish as her, especially on the soles of his feet. She continued to tickle his soles, rejoicing as he kicked more and strained against the hogtie. He wriggled in all directions trying to escape the evil fingers but it was useless, he was most definitely her prisoner for as long as Joanne alone chose. she continued her assault, moving to his legs, tummy and arms but always returning to his feet, becoming more and more intense with each passing minute.
If he hadn't been blindfolded he would have been weeping but Tom could do nothing. Joanne carried on her assault until Tom was quite short of breath, poring with sweat and practically screaming into his gag.
Joanne moved round so she was sitting in front of him, Sticking her legs out straight she pressed her bare soles against his face. Having been barefoot for a large part of the day her feet were not particularly sweaty but they hand collected a thin layer of grime which she took great delight in rubbing onto her ex boyfriends face. She pinched his nose between her toes and traced the lines of his blindfold with her toes. she even reached a little further and stroked his ears with her toes the movement increasing in speed and being as ticklish as his feet had been earlier.
Joanne returned to Toms feet and began to tickle more intensely than before making him really twist and buck in his attempts to escape. all was in vain however and he remained firmly trussed up, able only to roll a little side to side but totally unable to escape the endless torment.
Over the course of the next hour or so Joanne continued to torture Tom with alternate tickling and rubbing her bare feet onto him. she flipped him onto his side and with her toes lifted his t-shirt, rubbing her feet on his chest and tummy and tickling his belly button with her toes.
Joanne looked at the clock. Time was moving on so she went upstairs to find a sleeping exhausted Petra still tightly trussed. Joanne gave her feet a quick tickle which woke her instantly. The she removed the blindfold first followed by the gag before explaining that she had to go. Joanne finished by untying Petra's wrists from behind her back then going downstairs, putting her white heeled shoes on and heading down the street to her house.
Petra slowly undid all her bonds and examined the rope marks. She looked at the sweaty dishevelled and grinning image of herself in the mirror and decided a shower was needed.
30 minutes later she came downstairs wearing a grey short sleeved top with a wide leather belt gathering the waist ad leaving the lower part almost like a grey miniskirt. Under this she had black calf length leggings, her feet still as always bare.
She walked to the lounge to see Tom still tightly tied up. She removed his gag then released the hogtie before helping him to sit on the couch, she undid the blindfold and almost as an after thought removed the ear plugs, keeping his arms and legs tied however.
“God mum why did you have to do that. All that tickling and rubbing your feet on me. It's so embarrassing.”
“But Tom.....”She paused before saying she had spent the afternoon tied up too. Realising he had been blindfolded and ear plugged he had no idea that it was Joanne who had tormented him. “I think it's time I made some tea.” With that she went to the kitchen leaving Tom tied up on the couch.
An hour or so later Tom was sitting with his mum at the table, a tad embarrassed but glad to be back home. He was on his telephone arranging meeting with his old friends and a night on the beers. As 19 year-old boys tend to her returned home staggering sometime after midnight. After a glass of water and a trip to the toilet he undressed and collapsed into bed.