Paul's Mom - One Last Time

Postby LordNelson » Mon Nov 18, 2013 7:44 pm

Paul’s Mom – One Last Time

After I tied up Paul’s mom I continued to suggest games that would involve her in hopes of getting another chance. He was still embarrassed about chickening out the first time and avoided the topic.
Over the next two years we stopped hanging around together so much. He had become a talented musician and with lessons, band practice and other commitments I rarely saw him. One day in late summer a week or two before going back to school I was out roaming around on my bicycle on a Saturday afternoon when I realized that I was in his neighborhood.

I stopped by to see if he was in. His mom answered the door and invited me in to sit down. Paul wasn’t home; he had gone fishing for the weekend with his brother and father. ‘We haven’t seen much of you lately around here’ she said. ‘Paul is so busy and I’m sure you’re doing things too. It’s a shame because you two used to have so much fun. Such imaginations; I couldn’t wait to see what you two would come up with next. I actually miss playing games with him. When you became his friend I thought that would be over but I was so pleased when you two continued to ask me to join in.’

She was talking a mile a minute and looked tense. I found it odd because she was normally a laid back woman who had a fun attitude. ‘I really miss those games but he doesn’t play games any more. I don’t suppose you do either. You’re both growing up and leaving those childish activities behind. You don’t play those games any more do you?’ she asked.

Normally when people say things in an indirect way I totally miss their true meaning but I caught on to what she was getting at. She was bored and missed her little boy. I saw an opportunity to take his place for an afternoon and made the most of it. ‘Actually I miss those games too. Some people may think I’m too old for that kind of thing but I don’t see anything wrong with a little fun now and then.’

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking’ she asked ‘because if you are I don’t want you to be too shy to say so.’ ‘I’m thinking that you would like it if I could play a game with you’ I replied ‘am I right?’ ‘I’m glad you agree. You’re not going to feel awkward are you? I don’t want you to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.’ She paused for a moment and then continued ‘I’m babbling aren’t I. I do that when I’m nervous. I don’t want to come across as some kind of weirdo and scare you off. I’m going to shut up now. Please tell me honestly what you think.’

Now was the time to steer things my direction. When I had tied her up before I was nervous and uncertain and she guided me through it. Now it was time to assert myself and control the situation. ‘The last time you and I got together it was without Paul and it went fine. I think if we do it the same way again we will be alright.’

She thought about it and said ‘give me a minute or two and I’ll be right back.’ She stood up and went upstairs. I quickly dashed to the foot of the stairs and saw her going into her bedroom. The last time I ambushed when she was going into her bedroom. I reasoned that if I ambush her coming out then everything after that should be the same. I quickly hustled up the stairs and waited for her to come out.
As I waited I rehearsed in my head what I was going to say to her. If this was going to be a game we both had parts to play. The last time I was a Special Forces agent and she was an enemy spy. There was no reason why that shouldn’t work again. She seemed to take a long time.

When the door finally opened I made my move. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back into the room. This time she stumbled instead of me. I kept my grip on her and lowered her to the floor dropping to my knees and straddling her.

As I looked down at her my well rehearsed speech froze in my throat. She had a fancy black dress on. I should say she almost had a dress on. It was a very thin sheer black fabric with a second layer of lace underneath that showed through. The front was cut so low that it barely covered her breasts. It was held in place by thin spaghetti straps that passed over her shoulders. There was more pale bare flesh than dress. She noticed that I was having a brain freeze.

‘This is my dress for the New Years Eve party. I saw it on sale last week and couldn’t resist buying it. I remembered that the last time we played that you seemed to be paying a lot of attention to my legs and my high heels so I thought I would dress up again.’ For two years I had been thinking that I had done a good job of hiding my fascination with her legs. I should have known better.

‘Why don’t you get started’ she said. ‘Let’s just say that you’re the good guy and I’m the bad guy and you’re here to capture me.’ Then she pointed towards the bed which was within easy reach. Lined up neatly were the belts and scarves that I had used to bind and gag her the last time. She had anticipated what I was going to do and made sure everything was ready. It was then I realized that when she opened the door she didn’t step forward to leave; instead she had stepped back to let me in. “Make sure that you do me up tight please.’ Just like she had done before she was taking control and guiding me. I didn’t mind at all.

I picked up a thin black belt and rolled her over to tie her hands. Once again I froze. The dress had a scooped back that went almost to her waist. I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams that when I left home that day I would be seeing so much sexy bare skin. All that stood between me and a half naked woman was two thin straps.

I refocused and placed her hands behind her back. She was wearing opera gloves; thin silk gloves that went up past her elbows and fit like a second skin. I had seen some on TV before and never paid much attention to them but seeing them up close was something else. They added to the whole classy look she had going. I wrapped the belt around her wrists and buckled it. With her gloved arms pulled back and the scooped dress there was nothing between those silk clad arms but bare skin.

I grabbed a second belt and turned my attention to tying her ankles. I should be getting used to surprises by now but again I hesitated. Her hemline was well above the knee showing most of her legs. She was wearing shiny black stockings and a pair of sling-back pumps with really high heels. A small gold buckle on the strap glittered. As I strapped her ankles together I was thinking that this woman was going to get a lot of attention at her party.

A second belt below the knees and another around her elbows and I thought I was done except for the gag. As I rolled up one of the scarves to use for a wad I saw the clock on the bed and I remembered that she had given me one rule the last time. ‘Are you ready to be gagged’ I asked ‘if you are we can start the five minutes.’

‘There will be two small changes this time my dear’ she replied. ‘On the bed is one more belt. I want you to put it between my wrists and my ankles. It’s called a hog tie. It’s something I thought you should know about in case you play any more of these games in the future. Once I’m fully tied and gagged give me fifteen minutes to try and get free. You did such a good job that if I have any hope of escaping I’ll need more time.’

I pulled her feet up until they were almost touching her hands. She gave a bit of a grunt as if in pain but said nothing so I continued. Since everything this time seemed to be a bit more extreme I decided to use the thicker of the scarves for the wad. I had to give it a good push but managed to jam it all in. From the remaining scarves I chose a black one with a gold floral design on it and tied it tightly between her lips.

When a bit of lipstick smudged the scarf I noticed that she had put on make-up. I had been so pre-occupied with my examination of her clothes and all the bare skin that I hadn’t paid any attention to her face. She was not pretty or ugly; she could best be described as plain but the make-up made a world of difference. A pale blue eye shadow, darkened brows and lashes, a touch of rouge on the cheek bones and a pair of bright red lips wrapped around the gag made her look more attractive than I ever thought she could be.

I stood up and announced the start of the fifteen minutes. I watched in total fascination as she methodically tested each of her bonds to search for any slack that would help her to escape. When her efforts failed to find any she began to vigorously twist and turn to try to create some. She grunted, groaned and moaned. She bucked and rolled but in the end she came up short. The fifteen minutes passed and she was still as helpless as when she started.

I untied her and she sat up. ‘Why don’t you go ahead downstairs and I’ll be there in a minute’ she told me as she rubbed her wrists. The belt marks were deep and red. ‘You know where the cookies are and get us each a root beer.’

I put the cookie jar on the table and poured us each a root beer over ice. The last time she had changed into her casual clothes before coming down. I was pleasantly surprised when she came into the kitchen still in her party dress. She had touched up her smudged lipstick and mussed hair. We sat in silence and enjoyed our treats. I gave up on trying hide the fact that I was checking her out and told her that she ’looked really good’. She smiled and said ‘thanks for saying so.’

It was getting awkward to think of things to say so I told her I had to get going. She saw me to the door and as I left she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said ‘don’t be a stranger.’ I promised I wouldn’t be but I never did see her again.

Re: Paul's Mom - One Last Time

Postby bound-black-girl lover » Sun Nov 24, 2013 2:43 am

Weird~I can't believe how SAD I got when I read the LAST line! :cry:

Re: Paul's Mom - One Last Time

Postby Naughty boy » Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:44 am

bound-black-girl lover wrote:Weird~I can't believe how SAD I got when I read the LAST line! :cry:


I loved this story too! And you are right, it was sad

Re: Paul's Mom - One Last Time

Postby Naughty boy » Wed Nov 27, 2013 6:13 am

I personally would love to see this story continue! Thanks so much for writing it! Please consider writing more of it?