Day Three – Morning
When I awoke the next morning my body was experiencing two unexpected sensations. First of all I was chilly. Secondly there was a fly landing on me in random places all over my body. In my bound situation I was unable to swat at it and hoped that it would soon fly away to pester someone else.
I opened my eyes to see Rabia standing over me and her presence explained both of my problems. She had gently pulled my blanket off causing the chill and in her hand she held a peacock feather which she was using to tickle me awake.
A third more expected sensation suddenly came over me…I had to pee. Rabia deliberately used quick release knots to tie me up at bedtime and I was soon dashing to the washroom. When I stepped out of the washroom Rabia was waiting for me and she spun me around and pushed me against the wall. Before I could react she had my arms behind me and hand cuffs on my wrists.
Our usual morning ritual had a more casual approach and this aggressiveness on her part was new. I wondered if she was setting the tone for the whole day. She roughly took me by the arm and led me to the kitchen where she sat me down and handcuffed my ankles to the legs of the chair.
As she prepared breakfast it occurred to me that so far we had been improvising our bondage with readily available materials. Old clothesline, scarves, socks and tape were all household items but now she had produced three sets of handcuffs. She had done more preparation for this than I had expected and I began to wonder what she would come up with next.
Once the food was ready she removed my gag and sat down to feed me. I had a dozen questions swirling around in my brain and hoped that she would give me permission to speak but it didn’t look likely as she did all the talking.
‘I don’t want this to get boring or predictable’ she said ‘so today I have some fun activities planned. Yesterday we took a risk and went out in public but today we’re going to stay home and find ways to amuse you right here. I hope you appreciate the planning that it takes to do this for my favorite nephew.’
She was once again sounding like my beloved aunty who loved to play games with me when I was young but there was still an ominous tone to her words. After eating she was holding the tea mug to my lips to finish the last of it when I gathered the courage to question her. I needed to know how extreme these so called “amusements” were going to be.
After a sip she moved the mug away from my mouth and I said ‘Aunty I need to know…’ I got no further. She tipped the mug and the remaining tea spilt into my bare lap. It wasn’t hot enough to do any damage but it certainly got my attention.
‘Oops’ she said ‘you startled me when you spoke without permission. I hope that doesn’t happen again.’ There was a hint of threat in her voice that any impertinence on my part would not go unpunished.

- It didn't seem to be accidental
In our early games the bondage was the punishment and I took it as implied that this would also be the current arrangement but now it seemed that she wanted to add penalties over and above my confinement. That had me worried. I couldn’t confront her now, I was totally helpless to defend myself, but there will be several times throughout the day when she gives me momentary freedom and I will use one of them to satisfy my doubts.
She placed a bag on the table which I recognized as being from one of the adult toy stores. She dug into it and pulled out a large red ball gag with black leather straps. She smiled as she presented it to me. I knew that she was waiting for me to open my mouth and I did so obediently. I planned to be a good boy until the time was right.
She pushed the ball deep into my mouth and then strapped it on quite tightly. I had never worn one before and found that while it went in rather easily the pressure it put onto my jaws was uncomfortable. The hard ball had no give and I knew immediately that I preferred our previous method of stuffing a sock in my mouth.
She un-cuffed my ankles and led me to the washroom for my morning bath. Once again she deviated from our past methods. While the steaming water filled the tub she cuffed my ankles together which I found odd, getting into the tub was going to be difficult. Then she undid my hand cuffs from behind me and redid them in front.
In the past I was given my freedom to bathe and only remained gagged. It was almost as if she had anticipated my plan to confront her and did this to deny me any opportunity.
‘I’ll help you in’ she said and motioned for me to sit on the edge of the tub. I did so and she helped me to lift my legs over and into the water. Then I slid down into the tub while she held my arm and made sure I didn’t fall in too quickly.
Once I was seated she left me to finish on my own. I could have easily removed the gag but it was pointless as I was securely bound. I started to realize that she had switched to cuffs so that when I was unattended I would have no hope of freeing myself as I would have with ropes. She was to confirm this very soon.
When she came back with dry boxers and a towel she helped me out of the tub again. She left to stand outside the door and I dried myself. When all that was left was to remove the wet underwear from around my ankles I wrapped the towel around myself and she came back in. She undid the ankle cuffs, slipped off the wet briefs, dried my feet and then slipped a clean pair on.
She left again and I pulled them up. At no time was I free enough to challenge her and I knew then that she was being very cautious with me. When I left the washroom she immediately cuffed my hands behind me again and then walked me to my bedroom with the ankle cuff dragging along from one foot.
She sat me on the edge of my bed and cuffed my other ankle again. ‘Are you up to another bondage challenge? If you win I will shorten your penalty by one day.’ We are only on day three of seven and my hopes of ending this early seem to be futile given her wariness so I nodded in agreement. Even one day less would be welcome.
She left the room to return with the bag of supplies she had purchased.
‘I see that you have noticed the bag’ she said ‘actually I did get several things there but I also did some shopping at a few other places.’ She pulled out a handful of black nylon straps. Each strap has a ratchet clamp at one end. ‘The nice clerk at the toy store told me about these. I had to buy them from an industrial supply outlet. They looked interesting so I thought we could try them out.’
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She took one of the shorter ones and put it around my legs just below my knees. She fed the end through the clamp and pulled tight. I tried to force it open but it didn’t budge. She put another above my knees and a third around my thighs. Then she took off the ankle cuffs and replaced them with another strap.
I wiggled but there was no slack or give in them. Then she started up top. One went around my elbows and pulled them painfully together, two more went around my arms and body and then a final one replaced the cuffs on my wrists. I was completely helpless unable to do much more than wiggle my fingers and toes.
Rabia lifted my legs up onto the bed and I rolled into a face down position. She passed a strap between my wrists and ankles and pulled drawing me into a hog tie. She continued to pull until I was bent to the point that I could touch my heels with my fingers. I’ve been hog tied before but never so strictly and I knew that it wouldn’t be too long before this would begin to hurt.
She came around to where I could see her. ‘I have a lot of confidence in these straps. The man who sold them to me assured me that they are used to secure loads weighing hundreds of kilos. I have some more shopping to do so I’ll be gone for an hour or two. If you do get out be a dear and start making lunch.’
With that she was gone. Needless to say I was still on my bed when she returned, with my arms and legs having gone past the hurting stage and well advanced into the numbness stage. She giggled at my lack of progress and removed the strap that hog tied me. As my legs flopped to the bed I was grateful for the warm sensation of the circulation beginning to return to them.
She left me like that to go prepare lunch.
Day Three – Afternoon
After removing the straps from my legs she marched me to the kitchen wobbling unsteadily all the way. She sat me in my chair again and secured me to it with straps across my lap and chest. Thankfully she didn’t bind my aching legs again.
Her beaming smile and cheerful chatter as she fed me made it hard to believe that she was doing this out of some desire to be cruel. I think that she truly thought this was fun.
‘After lunch we are going to try some old fashioned bondage’ she said ‘none of these fancy straps and expensive balls gags, just a home style tie up. What do you think of that?’
It was a question which required a response but I still didn’t have permission to speak. Was she testing me or trying to trick me? I took the safest approach and just shook my head in agreement. She smiled and said ‘You’re such a good boy.’ It was something I had heard many times when I was younger but she hadn’t said it to me for years. It was a promising sign that she was still the beloved aunt I remembered.
After lunch we went to the living room and she sat me down on the floor while she went for her bag of supplies. I was worried about what to expect next and it was a relief when she pulled out a roll of plain old duct tape. Soon she had my ankles, calves, knees and thighs taped. Then she removed the straps around my body and arms and replaced them with tape. My elbows and wrists were next.
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Once she was satisfied that she had me secure she reached into the bag again and took out a pair of socks. She ripped off the price tag and stuffed both of them into my mouth. Two socks was an effort but soon she had them in and my cheeks bulged. A few wraps of tape around my head made sure that they would stay in.
This was much better than this morning. The wider tape didn’t dig in as much as the narrow straps and it didn’t have to be as tight as the adhesive keep me from wiggling out of it. I was dreading the thought of being hog tied again but she sat me on the floor with my back against the couch and she turned on the TV.
We watched a few shows, mostly comedies, and she laughed a lot while I made odd noises into my gag. I enjoyed the afternoon as much as I could in the state that I was in. This woman sitting with me on the floor and laughing was my aunt of old, hopefully the excessive dominance she had shown earlier was just a passing moment.
At one point between shows she jumped up and dashed to the kitchen to quickly get some fruit to snack on before the next show started. That’s when we discovered a small problem. When she returned she had to remove my gag so that I could eat. The first few turns of the tape, where it was stuck to itself, came off easily. Once we got to the tape that was in contact with my skin it didn’t want to let go.
Rabia had to peel it back a few millimeters at a time and it took her quite a while to finally remove it. I couldn’t see it but my skin was very red and in some spots raw where the tape had pulled the upper layer off. I don’t know if my cheeks were sorer from being over stuffed with the socks or from the damage the tape had done but eating was a painful process. Rabia fed me small portions and I had to chew slowly.
The fruit tasted good and it was nice to have my aunt feeding me, it reminded me of younger days when she insisted on helping me eat even though I was capable of feeding myself. The show we were watching didn’t make much sense, we had missed the beginning while removing my gag, so once the food was done Rabia stood and said ‘Let’s go for a walk, it’s a nice day and we could both use some exercise.’
We went through the same difficulties removing the tape from my legs and when I saw the damage it had done I could only imagine how bad my face looked. I decided to avoid any mirrors for now and deal with it later. She reinserted one sock and used a dupatta to cleave gag me. After putting a little make-up around my eyes to make the only part of me that was going to show look female she then put on clothes and once my bondage was hidden out we went.

- These tourists had no idea they were seated next to a man in bondage
Unlike yesterday we avoided public places and just strolled around the neighborhood. Twice we encountered chatty people and she told them that I was her sister who had taken a one week vow of silence to protest violence against women. She took great pleasure in making a secret joke about me by telling them ‘Did you know that there are even awful young men who get great pleasure from tying up and gagging their dear aunties! Isn’t that just horrible!’ It’s fortunate her face was covered or else they would have seen her mischievous grin.
Day Three – Evening
After the walk she joked that I was a “pretty woman” and she left me in the disguise. She sat me in front of the television and tied my ankles and knees before going to make supper. I didn’t pay much attention to the show that was on, my mind was occupied with other things. It had been a fun day and taking the risk of going out in public was exciting.
I squirmed under the woman’s clothing and enjoyed the feeling of being bound. Aunty Rabia had me concerned a few times with her aggressive behaviour earlier but now she seemed to be back to doing this for fun.
‘I’ll get you undressed while supper is cooking’ she said as she came back into the room ‘and I need to talk to you.’
‘I must apologize for being mean to you earlier. I was running out of new ways to tie you up so I went on the internet and found a few sites about slaves and how to bind them. Looking back on what I tried I think some of what I did was too extreme. There are people who like to be pushed to the limit but I don’t think you are one of them are you?’
I nodded my head in agreement and gave a positive sounding “mmph”.
‘I am sorry that I took some of the fun out of this and if you want we can stop now. Is that what you would like?’
I had to think hard about it. I’ve been bound for three days and have liked it but could I take being bound for four more? Being gagged I couldn’t express my feelings or negotiate so I did the only thing I could…I nodded yes and then no. She understood.
‘You aren’t sure’ she said ‘why don’t we take it one day at a time then and you can tell me when you have had enough. Our rule stills stands, no speaking without permission, with just one exception. You can say stop when you want to.’
I nodded again in agreement and she left me sitting bound in my underwear while she went to tend to the food.
A few minutes later she returned with a tray. She said that it was easier to bring the food to me than to untie me to come eat at the table. She ungagged me and started to feed me. The smile on her face had me puzzled until I realized that I was ungagged and had not said “stop”. She was looking forward to continuing to be my keeper.
After eating she returned the tray to the kitchen and tidied up. Then I could hear her walking towards the bedrooms. She returned with some make-up remover and cotton swabs. ‘I’ll clean up the residue left by the tape’ she said as she untied me ‘but use the washroom first, this may take a while.’
I was completely unbound and ungagged for the first time today and it should have felt good but really it felt odd. I have experienced brief periods of bondage before but this extended captivity has had a different effect on me. I have accepted that I am helpless and rely on Rabia to take care of me. In a way my dependence is another form of bondage and even though I am now free I still feel it. I could run away, I could refuse to play anymore, I could tell her to get out but all I want to do is use the washroom and get back to her. I know that after she cleans me up she will bind me again and I am looking forward to it.
I sat and she began to wipe away the adhesive traces that the tape had left behind. She started at my ankles and worked her way up. In a few spots the tape had pulled away some skin and left raw spots that stung when the cleaner touched them. It was as if she felt the pain too when I winced. I knew now that this woman really cared for me.
After the last sticky spots had been cleaned up she went back to her bedroom and returned with a bottle of lotion. ‘It’s foot cream’ she said ‘but it’s very soothing and should help with the pain.’ She rubbed it into the red marks and it cooled the burning sensation. It was a moment before I realized that she was rubbing it in all over, not just on my injuries.
After doing the marks on my back first she then did my shoulders and then my arms. Each time she moved she started at a sore spot but did the entire area. Her soft palms spread the balm and then her fingers worked it in massaging and squeezing my muscles.
From my ankles she did my feet next and then worked her way up my calves. When she got above the knee I was starting to find it a bit too nice, arousing actually, and she sensed my discomfort when I tensed up. She stopped and closed up the bottle.
‘That should good…for now’ she said in a suggestive way, possibly implying that there could be more of this later. Was my Aunt flirting with me? I couldn’t be sure and was glad that I wasn’t allowed to speak because I’m not sure what I would have said at that moment.
We watched some more TV, with me unbound, until bedtime. In what I perceived as an attempt to make up for her earlier harshness she bound me very leniently to my bed. The spread eagle had lots of slack and she gagged me with a dupatta and no sock in my mouth. I actually didn’t like having so much freedom but it made her feel better so I made no attempt to have her make it stricter.
When she turned the light out I lost my sense of vision and I could hear nothing in the quiet room. The ropes had restricted my sense of touch and all I could taste was the silk of the dupatta. In this condition I was suddenly very aware of my fifth sense, the sense of smell, and it told me that my entire body smelled like peppermint.