## Aunty Mavis - Part 2

Post by tiedngaggedfan » Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:52 am

Aunty Mavis â€“ Part 2
Continuedâ€¦Same channel, same predicamentâ€¦
I sat silently, resigned to whatever punishment Aunty Mavis would dispense. Within was a burning hurt at the betrayal by Anne, letting me take the full blame.
As Aunty Mavis untied Anne she continued to play the â€œpoor little innocent me cardâ€ for all it was worth with her Mother. Aunty Mavis for her part continued to shoot hostile glances at me in between untying her daughter.
Once Anne was untied Aunty Mavis helped her from the chair and held her protectively as she looked at me and considered her punishment for me. The shame of the situation made me keep my head down, trying and failing to avoid her displeasure.
â€œRight young man, itâ€™s time you were taught a lesson about your silly little gamesâ€¦get over here and sit on this chairâ€ commanded Aunty Mavis. Her strict tone of voice brooked no dissent from me. I shuffled over to the chair, shoulders hunched in a defeated mood.
As I sat on the chair I watched as Aunty Mavis picked up her black leather gloves from the floor and held them in her hand. She told Anne to sit on the bed and watch as I got â€œsome of my own treatmentâ€. Anne smirked at me as we passed, confident in her escape from joint punishment.
Aunty Mavis sat on the bed beside Anne and crossed her stocking clad legs and looked at me closely.
â€œSo David shall we tell your Mother what you have been up to?â€ she askedâ€¦I lowered my head and mumbled â€œPlease noâ€¦Aunty Mavisâ€¦Iâ€™m sorryâ€ in abject hope she would not tell my family.
â€œWell then you will accept my punishment wonâ€™t you young manâ€â€¦she stated, rather than asked. Sure of my compliance.
I nodded my head in supplication, unsure of her punishment. But sure it was preferable to telling my Mother.
At that Aunty Mavis left the room with Anne and told me to sit still, hands behind the back of the chair and not to say a word.
I heard them in Aunty Mavisâ€™s bedroom as they talked in conspiratorial tones. The words muffled through the wall.
Aunty Mavis walked confidently back in, her black leather coat unbuttoned, revealing her tight mid length skirt and white silk top. She still wore her scarf and she had pulled back on her black leather gloves. The other hand carried an assortment of silk scarves and some of her silk stockings which she threw onto the bed.
Anne was still downstairs, on an errand it seemed for her Mother.
Aunty Mavis stood over me, I smelt her perfume as she lifted my chin up with a gloved finger and she stared into my eyes. â€œSo you like to play tie up games do you Davidâ€¦well letâ€™s see how you like to be on the receiving end of it shall we!â€.
Anne then came back into the room, her face in a wide grin as she carried a bunch of ropes she had obviously been told to fetch from the garage. In her other hand she had the rest of the medical tape strips from the medical cupboard.
Aunty Mavis then took some of the rope from Anne and walked behind me. She pulled my wrists together and started to wrap the rope around and between my wrists. She lent closer and told me that she had learnt to tie knots in the Girl Guides. I felt the ropes cinching tighter as she wrapped and tied of the rope to the bottom bar of the chair, stretching my arms and instinctively my shoulders went down to match the pull of the rope.
Anne looked on with undisguised glee at me predicament. With some new bravery I tried to tell Aunty Mavis that â€œAnne agreed to play the game Aunty Mavisâ€¦honestâ€.
Aunty Mavis gave me a withering look and said â€œI donâ€™t want to hear any more of your lies Davidâ€¦be quietâ€. I pleaded again with her that Anne was as guilty as I was.
At this Anne saidâ€¦â€Why donâ€™t you gag him Mummy, keep him quietâ€. I flashed her a look of anger.
â€œHmmâ€¦good ideaâ€ said Aunty Mavis as she asked Anne to bring over and hold the silk stockings, scarfs and tape.
Anne stood, like a magicianâ€™s eager assistant as Aunty Mavis stood in front of me and balled up one of her silk stockings into a compact ball. With one hand she gripped my jaw and commanded â€œOpen wide naughty boyâ€. As I opened my mouth Aunty Mavis pushed and prodded the stockings into my mouth with her leather gloved fingers. I could taste her perfume as the stocking filled my mouth.
â€œNow the tapeâ€â€¦Aunty Mavis asked of Anne. The strip of white medical tape passed from daughter to mother. I watched mesmerised as Aunty Mavis peeled of the backing and came towards me with the tape gag held taught between two black leather gloved hands. She applied the tape firmly over my stocking stuffed mouth. She used her black leather gloved hands to smooth the tape gag over my lips and cheeks.
Aunty Mavis stood back to admire her handiwork and Anne looked on with glee at how the tables had been turned on her cousin.
Still not satisfied Aunty Mavis bent down, picked up some more rope and firmly lashed each ankle to a chair leg. Then she tied me to the back of the chair with rope loops around my chest as I looked on in a gagged helplessness.
Aunty Mavis then asked Anne to give her one of her scarfs and she used her gloved hands to fold the scarf into a long panel gag and walked behind me and pulled the scarf over the tape gagged mouth. She drew it tightly and tied it off at the back of my neck to make the gagging even more effective. I â€œHmmpphhâ€ at the indignity and struggled in a futile manner at the extra gag. All to no effect and adding to the growing happiness of Anne at the ringside seat of my plight.
As Aunty Mavis looked down on my tied and gagged form I could have sworn there was a secret smile on her lips. That somehow this was not the first time she had tied and gagged someone ?
Still not finished Aunty Mavis statedâ€¦â€now for the icing on the cakeâ€â€¦
She asked Anne to pass her a stocking and opened it up with her gloved hands and pulled it firmly over my gagged head. I now saw the world through the fine mesh of her stockings. The enticing smell of her perfume filled my nostrils as they flared with what was now to me, a growing excitement. She wrapped the leg of the stocking around my neck and tucked it into my collar.
At last she seemed satisfied and sat on the bed with Anne and laughed at my predicament. â€œNow you know what it feels like to be tied and gagged young manâ€â€¦â€not so funny being on the receiving end is it â€œ.
At that moment I felt shame as my cheeks glowed with embarrassment under the tape & scarf gag and stocking clad head. But there was another feelingâ€¦a feeling of belongingâ€¦a feeling of comfortâ€¦a feeling of security. For the first time I began to understand the emotional power of being tied and gagged.
It would be the first of many occasions throughout my life when I knew that right at that momentâ€¦there was nowhere else I would rather be than hereâ€¦tied and gagged and totally happy in the hands of people I trusted to tie me up.
A good gag is like a cork in a bottle of champagne...keeping the bubbles of fun in

### Re: Aunty Mavis - Part 2

Post by tritied » Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:13 am

Very nice.. I completely identify with that first feeling of just how.. right.. it feels to be tied up and helpless.
I'd sure like to know what else Aunty Mavis did to you!
Embrace the fetish!

### Re: Aunty Mavis - Part 2

Post by mattbind1974 » Tue Dec 27, 2011 5:17 am

a brilliant story ... thank you ...

### Re: Aunty Mavis - Part 2

Post by hafnermg » Tue Dec 27, 2011 1:28 pm

I really love this story! Thank you so much for sharing it. I definitely can't wait to hear more from you!

### Re: Aunty Mavis - Part 2

Post by kristovs72 » Thu Jun 14, 2012 6:04 pm

Great story! I can relate to this feeling too. Maybe i will share my TUGs down the road but not sure if i can write a story out of my past experiences.
kristov
"sam i am"