My son and I

Postby Suestruggles » Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:26 am

I came home from work after another manic Monday when I was treated to a most amusing sight. David my 13 year-old son was sitting in the lounge. Nothing too amusing so far but he was sitting tied to one of our dining chairs still in his school uniform. Hands and arms tied to the uprights at the back, numerous ropes going around his body pinning it to the back of the chair and his legs tied individually to the front legs. His mouth was covered with several strips of tape and he was making muffled "Mmpphh"ing sounds.

Now why was this scene amusing rather than shocking? Because sat on the sofa near him, her shoes kicked off and her black nylon covered feet crossed and resting on his knees as she prodded away at her i-phone whilst the TV played on in the background, was Hannah, his 12 year-old "Girlfriend". I say girlfriend in quotes as I was sure, despite what his hormones were doing to him, there was nothing actually sexual going on, not even given the sight before me now.

"Hi Mrs Carter." she said cheerily. "David had a bet with me he could escape before you came home. he lost."

I smiled. "You agreed to this then David?"

"MMpphhffpphhmmmpphh." He replied writhing against the ropes.

"Well I must be going now." Said Hannah putting her shoes and blazer back on, picking up her school bag and leaving.

I pulled the medical tape off David's mouth and he spat out some soggy balled up cloths."

"So what happened? " I asked.

Realising he was at something of a disadvantage and certainly not in a position to deny everything (or indeed deny much at all) he told me about his fascination with tying up. Both being tied up and seeing girls tied up. He had not managed to persuade Hannah to let him tie her up but settled for the next best thing, that was being tied up. he expected to be able to escape quickly but Hannah had proved to be a good knot tier so had spent over an hour tied up before I got home. I made some comments about how well he had been tied up and he must have realised that I was talking with some experience. Well I admitted that with 2 brothers and the youngest of my cousins I had spent quite a few times tied up as a child and teenager. that is when he asked the question: Could he tie me up.

well after some deliberations I agreed that on Friday after work he could tie me up.



I came home Friday night after a hectic week. All I wanted to do as I opened the door was kick my heels off, hang my jacket up and poor a big glass of wine. That was not going to happen though. As I opened the door a figure jumped out in-front of me: dark grey school trousers, black socks, black sweatshirt and a black balaclava which only showed the eyes, wearing black gloves and pointing a water pistol at me.

"Oh David....." then I thought a promise is a promise and David had been so excited. I raised my hands and said "Please don't hurt me I'll do whatever you want. Just please let me take my jacket and heels off and go to the loo first." David nodded.

I kicked my heels off, hung my jacket up then with my arms still raised went up the stairs and climbed to the bathroom. I decided to take my tights right off and wiggled my toes then I took my bra off. if I was going to be tied up I may as well be comfortable. I came out of the bathroom hands still raised carnying tights and bra. David waved his gun motioning me to go to his bedroom. As I stepped in I saw it was remarkably tidy for my son but there were several coils of rope and a roll of tape on the floor. He pointed to the bed motioned me to sit down. then he took a length of rope and looped it round my wrists several times before cinching between to make it really tight. Next he took a second length and did the same with my elbows, not tying quite so tight but pulling them towards each other before wrapping the long ends round my chest pinning my arms to my sides and finally tying off behind me.

Next he motioned for me to lie down on the bed, face down and crossed my ankles before tying them like my wrists, looped then cinched. I realised with my ankles crossed that hopping around was not an option and for my escape bum shuffling would be called for. By the time I was finished bum shuffling would have been a nice option. My legs were tied above and below my knees before my knees were bent , raising my feet. a length of rope was then taken from my ankle tie and pulled tight up against my wrists, tying tight and making sure the knots were well away from, my fingers.

The tape was produced and at first I was expecting to be gagged. I was wrong first my right index and middle fingers were taped together followed by little and ring. This was repeated on my left hand before all 4 fingers were taped together and my thumbs taped to my palms so picking knots was not an option.

When I had sat down on the bed I had dropped my tights and bra on the floor and it was now that my tights were retrieved and balled up in-front of me. No. I said but as my lips parted the balled up mass of sweaty nylon was pushed into my mouth before my lips were sealed over the top with 5 pieces of tape. the soles of my bare feet were given a little tickle which made me kick and struggle ineffectively against my bonds.

Just then I noticed something strange about David. He had taken the gloves off to tie me and handle the tape and I saw the nails were not bitten and even had a thin coat of clear polish. The balaclava was removed and instead of David’s light brown hair matching mine was the short bob of dark hair on Hanna's head.

She moved towards the wardrobe. "I told you we're about the same size. With baggy clothes on wearing trousers and not saying anything she'd think I was you." As she said this Hannah opened the wardrobe to reveal David bound and gagged in a small ball. He was still in school trousers and white shirt but his socks has been removed and were stuffed into his mouth, held in place with his school tie. His ankles were crossed and bound with white rope, as were his legs above and below his knees. his arms were pulled behind his back and there were many turns of rope round his upper body pinning his arms to his sides.. some lengths of rope went from his chest ropes to his knees and a length went from his wrists behind his back to his ankles. He could kick and wriggle a little but walking or hopping were beyond him.

He half wriggled and half rolled onto the carpet.

"Now I told my parents I was going to a sleepover with Emma. And Emma said she was going to a sleep over with me. well neither of us were lying. We just wont be at each other's house. She'll be over very soon so make yourselves comfortable." :big:
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: My son and I

Postby milagros317 » Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:32 am

Wonderful story. Please continue it. :D
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet. :D
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Re: My son and I

Postby Suestruggles » Wed Aug 15, 2012 9:33 am

I actually hadn't thought of a part 2
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: My son and I

Postby Caitlin Chichester » Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:10 am

Please continue, it's very good!

Re: My son and I

Postby Jack Roper » Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:58 pm

Yes, I agree: this story needs a part II, at least.

Re: My son and I

Postby LauraHogtieTickled » Thu Aug 16, 2012 5:54 am

Please Continue.

Re: My son and I

Postby Suestruggles » Thu Aug 16, 2012 6:21 am

I never intended a second part. Fiction is not my thing. i have one vague idea but will be pleased to hear other suggestions. better still if someone wroste part 2 for me keeping it at PG13 level and fit for this section of the Forum.
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: My son and I

Postby KP Presents » Thu Aug 16, 2012 6:29 am

Suestruggles wrote:I never intended a second part. Fiction is not my thing. i have one vague idea but will be pleased to hear other suggestions. better still if someone wroste part 2 for me keeping it at PG13 level and fit for this section of the Forum.


sounds like a challenge to me - excuse me....

Tries to do a Neil Patrick Harris voice

Challenge - ACCEPTED!
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Re: My son and I

Postby danusri » Thu Aug 16, 2012 7:04 pm

very nice story

Re: My son and I

Postby KP Presents » Fri Aug 31, 2012 12:38 am

As promised, my attempt to continue Sue's story...

As I lay there, staring back at David, I took a few moments to take stock on what had happened. Hannah had managed to bind and gag him, then very very successfully trick me into been hogtied and my hands taped so that there was no way I could pick at the knots, even if I could reach them. Worse than that, I was naked from the waist up, and the taste of my sweaty tights was beginning to drive me insane.

That wasn’t the worst thing though - actually, that wasn’t even the second worst thing. The second worst was the fact that David could see me like this, and even bound up like a ball I could tell his hormones were starting to kick in. I could not blame him, but it was rather awkward.

Not as awkward, however, as the fact that this other girl Emma was coming over. Hannah laughed as she said “I’m just going to get changed before she gets here - don’t go away now,” as she walked out of the door.

“Msreemmmm,” David mumbled as he looked up at me and rolled over onto his side, trying desperately not to move too much. I couldn’t stay angry with him, so I mumbled “sllrrtttt” as I turned my attention to seeing if there was anything I could do to try and rub the tape off my fingers.

Not a chance - they were taped so tightly and so well I was never going to be able to prise them apart. I rolled over onto my side and looked at David, trying to appear supportive as he heard the sound of footsteps going down the stairs, and the front doorbell ringing.

“You did it?” I heard a voice say, and Hannah replying “Of course I did it - come and see.” There were footsteps coming up the stairs, and then Hannah came in with a girl I did not recognise.

Hannah had changed into a pair of blue denim shorts and a t-shirt over what looked like a black body stocking, and was wearing a pair of brown Ugg boots. The new girl was an inch taller, with long blonde hair that fell over her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless denim top and mini-skirt with pink leggings, and had a pair of black ankle boots made of felt on.

“Hllmm,” David said as I realised that this must be Emma. “I told you I would manage to do it,” she said as she knelt down and started to tickle his feet, making him shake as he tried to roll out of the way. All that did was make Emma kneel behind him and tickle his ribs at the same time, and a she laughed through the gag I have to admit I started laughing as well.

“Is this David’s mum,” Emma said as she looked up and at me. “Did you ask her if you could do that to her?”

“Of course not, stupid - she thought I was David.”

“well, isn’t she likely to be a little - angry at you?”

I had been at first, but now I had to admit I was feeling quite relaxed. I had no particular wish, however, to spend the entire night hogtied half naked, so I said “fnkushldntnw” through my gag.

Hannah looked at me, and I swear there was a glint in her eye as she said “Well, she did agree that David could tie her up tonight - so perhaps I should let her do that. There’s something I need to do first, though?”

Emma stood up and said “What’s that?”

“this,” Hannah said as she grabbed Emma and forced her to the floor, pulling her arms behind her back as she did so. Emma squealed, but offered no resistance as Emma found more rope from under the bed and bound Emma’s crossed wrists together, making sure she cinched the coils before she pulled her legs up, removing her boots as well as the ankle socks she was wearing underneath. She tried rather feebly to kick her legs out of the way, but this girl was too strong, as she tied her crossed ankles together and then made her sit up.

“I should have known you’d try something like this,” Emma said as Hannah pulled her arms into her side with more rope, and then tied her legs together below her knees, before placing her in a strict ball tie and securing her knees up against her chest. Looking up at me, Hannah smiled as she said “Wait until I’ve finished here, Mrs Carter,” before she picked up the discarded socks and rolled them into a ball.

“Oh no,” Emma said as Hannah grabbed her from behind, “You are not goinggmfdmmmfdsmmg.” She was powerless to stop her friend stuffing the socks into her mouth, and then plastering strip after strip of the tape over her lips until her face looked like a sea of grey.

“Now then,” Hannah said as she stood up, “I think you need to relax a bit more, Mrs Carter.” I had no idea what she had planned, but soon found out as she started to run her manicured fingers over the soles of my feet.

David and Emma both watched, obviously chuckling as I frantically tried to get my feet out of the way, but hogtied as I was I had no chance, and eventually I just had to settle for madly squirming round as Hannah tickled me for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually she stopped and stood up.

“I’m going to order some pizza,” she said as she looked at us, “Don’t worry, Mrs Carter, I have money to pay them. Have fun until then.” She walked out of the room, leaving the three of us to stare at each other and wonder who was going to make the first move...
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Re: My son and I

Postby danusri » Sat Sep 01, 2012 6:57 am

great follow up kppresents! Hope u continue!!

Re: My son and I

Postby thedarkdefender » Sat Sep 22, 2012 2:50 am

very cool story, indeed :)

Re: My son and I

Postby Suestruggles » Mon Sep 24, 2012 7:01 am

KP That is an excellent continuation. I was just planning to leave the ending open with the two of us cuffed up and two trmentors on their way. what a twist to have all 3 of us bound and gagged with Hannah about to do who knows what to God knows who first. I must say you have also left a bit of a cliffhanger ending. Does this mean you will do a part 2 (or 3) or is the challenge thrown down again for even more contributors to follow on.
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.

Re: My son and I

Postby SecretAgent » Mon Nov 05, 2012 12:35 pm

Another great story, Sue! Playful but exciting. I enjoyed reading it, thanks for sharing! My only criticism is that you took off your tights.... Haha just kidding.

Re: My son and I

Postby Dennis » Mon Nov 05, 2012 2:18 pm

Great story! Please Continue!
Fesseln am Morgen vertreibt Kummer und Sorgen. :)

Re: My son and I

Postby mattbind1974 » Thu Nov 08, 2012 12:45 pm

lovely ... is like the going ons at my sisters place ...

Re: My son and I

Postby Suestruggles » Mon Aug 26, 2013 12:20 am

Sorry to dissapoint you Mary this story is fiction. I do not have a son i have 2 daughters. My nephew has not been tied up by me at least, and neither have my daughters. My girls have howeer been caughut (by me playing tie up games.
Sue

Fit to be tied, wants to struggle.