Synopsis: two boy scouts' mothers agree to make a competition to see whose son is the best knot-tyer, enduring the game with different enthusiasm.

“So how was it? Did Dylan like it?” Dianna, head of the Graphic Department, asked her colleague Bella, as she saw her entering the office on Monday morning.

Dylan, Bella’s soon, had just had his first experience in the Boy Scouts, thanks to Dianna, since Mark, her son, had belonged to the group for years.

“He loved it!! For real!! He came back pretty excited. But…”

“But…?”

“Well, he told me he had learnt a lot about ropes, knots, that kind of stuff, and…”

“And…?”

“And he insisted on tying me up to show me how much he’d learned”.

“So did you let him?”

“He seemed so excited I didn’t feel right telling him no… so I did”.

“And how did it go?”

“Well he wasn’t lying, he’s very good at it!! He tied my wrists, ankles and knees and I spent thirty minutes trying to get free. And I could barely loose a single knot!! That’s crazy ain’t it?”

Dianna chuckled a bit.

“You have nothing to worry about!! That’s pretty common” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you should see how Mark usually ties me up”.

“Wait, Mark ties you up too?”

“Of course!! He is pretty thorough. Sometimes I’ve spent several hours trying to get free, until he feels like untying me” she claimed happily.

“Hours!!??” Bella exclaimed. Then, feeling some strange sensation of mother pride, she added. “Well, I mean, I’m sure Dylan could have kept me like that for as long as he’d have wanted, if I hadn’t asked him out”.

“Sure… if you say so… but I honestly think you’d be able to escape at some point, not like it happens with my Mark” she added proudly.

“I don’t know… you should have seen him” Bella told her, increasingly bothered. “I mean, the knots were really tight!”

“Did he even gag you?”

“G.. gag me?” Bella swallowed.

“Sure!! I mean, Mark gags me every time, that way it’s more difficult to untie the knots with your teeth”.

Bella sighed. At this point, she wasn’t so sure about her son’s binding skills, but she wasn’t letting Dianna win so easily.

“Well I’m sure he just wanted to go easy on me for my first time, but I’m sure he could have done it”.

“Sure, sure!! I mean, probably not as good as Mark, but good enough” she winked.

Dianna’s words played in Bella’s mind. It was clear she had a competitive spirit, and she didn’t want Dylan to be outdone by Mark. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that maybe Dylan could do better. After all, she had given him her competitive spirit.

“I’m sure Dylan’s good enough is better than Mark’s good” Bella finally teased.

Dianna’s smile grew wider.

“Oh, I’m not saying Mark’s the best, just that he’s had more practice.”

“Well if you’re so sure… how about a bet?”

Dianne raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of bet?”

“This afternoon, after work. I pick Dylan up and we go to your place to test their knot skills. How does that sound?”

“You’re on!” Dianna said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “But what’s the bet?”

“If Dylan’s knots hold you longer than Mark’s ones on me, then I win. If not, I’ll owe you a week’s worth of coffee. But if he does, then you owe me a dinner at my favorite restaurant!”

“Alright, deal!” Dianna agreed, shaking Bella’s hand firmly.

“But it’s essential that they tie each other’s mum, so that we really try to escape”.

“Sounds fair. 6pm at my place?”

“Deal!!”

The rest of the day passed in a blur for both Bella and Dianna. They were too busy thinking about the upcoming competition. They exchanged a few texts with their sons, hinting at the challenge without revealing too much. Mark, being the more experienced one, was confident but Dylan was motivated by his mother’s belief in him. He was determined to prove that he wasn’t just a novice.

After work, Bella picked Dylan from home and they both got to Dianna’s house.

When they arrived, Mark was already there, eagerly waiting for them. He looked at Dylan with a smirk, as if daring him to try his best. Dianna had set up a small area in the living room, with two chairs placed next to each other and a variety of ropes laid out on the floor.

Dianna was dressing casually. A pair of short jeans and a white shirt. She had long black hair and deep dark eyes. She was very nice-looking given her age. She was forty years and a bit curvy, although the hours spent in the gym made her ass look tight and fit, and her tits were pretty huge and round.

Bella, on the other side, was five years younger than her colleague. She was shorter and slimmer, but very hot, too. She had her blonde hair cut short, had beautiful blue eyes and was wearing a floral sundress.

The two boys looked at each other and grinned. They had been friends for years, and this friendly competition was just another way to bond over their shared interest.

“So, let’s get started” Dianna said. “Unless you want to retire, Bella”.

“No way!! Let’s get this done!” Bella replied, sitting down firmly on one of the chairs.

Dylan took a piece of rope and approached Dianna’s chair with a determined look in his eyes. Mark did the same with Bella. They both knew the rules: they had to tie their mothers’ bodies as much as they’d like. The one who managed to hold the other’s mother the longest would win.

Dylan started with Dianna’s wrists, looping the rope around them and pulling it tightly behind the chair. She winced but said nothing, watching him with a mix of admiration and anticipation. He moved on to her ankles, securing them together and to one of the chair’s legs. He took a moment to appreciate his work, noticing the way her jeans hugged her curves. Then, he began to tie her knees, making sure to keep the ropes snug. Each knot was a silent declaration of his skills.

“Wow I must admit it, kid” Dianna told Dylan. “I really underestimated your skills” then, she turned to Bella. “But we’re still going to win, right, honey?” she winked.

“Sure, mom” Mark replied, focused on his task.

Bella, sitting on the other chair, had her wrists tied behind her back by Mark, who was working with surprising precision. Despite her initial apprehension, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement as the ropes tightened around her.

Soon, both women had their ankles, knees, thighs, wrists and elbows tightly bound together. However, Dianna was determined to prove that her son knew the ropes better than Dylan.

“Mark, honey, don’t you think Bella is a bit free from the chair? I mean, she could hop and try to find a way to escape, and we don’t want that, do we?”

“Sure not, mom” Mark replied as he took another piece of rope.

“And Dylan” Bella added. “We don’t want Dianna to fall from the chair, do we? Maybe you should do something about it”.

“I’m on it, mum”.

The boys exchanged a look of understanding and proceeded to tie their mothers to the chairs, looping the ropes around their chests and tying them off. The women’s breathing grew heavier as their bodies were constricted. Dianna’s ample chest pressed against the ropes, and Bella’s smaller, perky breasts strained against the fabric of her dress. Replicating each other’s movements, both Dianna and Bella soon had their thighs, breasts and waists tied to each chair.

Both kids were enjoying their mother’s illogical competition way too much. Tying them up was very fun, but the fact that it was their idea, and that they kept insisting on getting each other even more secure made made it even funnier.

When they had their bodies completely immobilized, Dianna spoke up.

“You know what we’re missing here? A gag!” She suggested with a devilish smile.

Bella’s eyes grew wide. She had never been gagged and had serious doubts about it, but she was definitely not going to be the one chickening out.

“Oh yes, that’s a brilliant idea! It’ll make it so much harder to escape!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with fake excitement.

Dylan and Mark looked at each other and shrugged.

“Fine by us, if it’s part of the bet!” Mark said with a smirk, and Dylan nodded in agreement.

“Mark, do you remember how you gagged mommy the last time? I’m sure Bella will find it pretty… secure” Dianna winked at her kid, who nodded with a grin.

Mark went off to the kitchen and returned with two sponges and a roll of microfoam tape. The sight of the items made Bella’s heart race, but she kept her cool. She was a woman of her word and didn’t want to back down from the challenge.

“Open up, please” Mark told her, and she doubtfully complied.

With a swift motion, Mark stuffed the sponge inside Bella’s mouth, filling it completely. She felt the sponge expand as he pushed it in, making it difficult for her to speak or even breathe too deeply. Then, he took the microfoam tape and began wrapping it around her head, securing the sponge in place. With each turn of the tape, Bella’s jaw was forced wider and wider, until she couldn’t close her mouth. She felt a slight panic rising in her chest, but she didn’t want to show it. Mark counted the turns out loud, his voice echoing in her ears as he reached fifteen. He stepped back and admired his work. Bella’s eyes watered, but she nodded to indicate she was okay.

“Why don’t you try it, honey?” Dianna teased her colleague.

“Mphhhhhhhhh” Bella mumbled, only to realize she indeed couldn’t utter a sound.

“Nice and quiet, as it should be” Dianna teased. “Now Dylan, you can gag me too, and I recommend you to be thorough, I have a big mouth and can be quite a screamer” she winked.

Bella then realized that Dianna was actually enjoying the whole situation, unlike her, who had begun to feel uncomfortable. That made things even harder for her.

“Now, remember, kids. Don’t untie us and don’t help us. You can come from time to time and see about our progress, or ask us if we give up, in case we’re not free, okay?”

“Sure, mum” Mark replied.

“Now Dylan, do your worst”.

Dylan approached Dianna’s chair, his eyes glinting with excitement and a hint of naughtiness. He took a sponge from Mark and looked at Dianna with a smile.

“Open wide, please” he said, and she complied with a mischievous look in her eyes.

He pushed the sponge inside her mouth, feeling it fill her up until she could barely breathe through her mouth. He took the microfoam tape and started wrapping it around her head, following Mark’s steps.

As he wrapped the tape around her head, Dianna’s eyes grew wider, but she remained silent, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. Dylan counted to fifteen just like Mark had done, making sure the gag was as effective as the one on Bella. He stepped back to admire his work. Dianna’s mouth was stretched open, the tape tight around her face, leaving no room for the sponge to move.

“Fine, all set” Mark said. “You can start your challenge now. Dylan and I will go play some games”.

“We’ll come check on you two every thirty minutes. Good luck!!” Dylan added.

The two boys left the room, leaving Dianna and Bella to their fate. The silence was thick with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. Both women struggled against their binds, their eyes meeting every so often as they tested the tightness of the knots.

Dianna’s chest heaved with each shallow breath she took, the ropes cutting into her skin slightly. The sponge in her mouth felt like it was expanding, filling her cheeks and making her jaw ache. She tried moving her tongue to push it aside, but it was a futile effort. Meanwhile, Bella’s eyes watered as she attempted to close her mouth, the tape holding the gag firmly in place. The tension in the room grew as the minutes ticked by.

“Mphhhh”.

“Mphhhhhh”.

They grunted from time to time as they realized they wouldn’t be escaping any time soon.

Dianna, however, was taking it all in stride. Despite the ropes and gag, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She had always had a bit of a kinky side, and this was bringing it out in full force. The feeling of being completely at her friend’s son’s mercy was kind of a turn on for her, and she found it oddly thrilling.

On the other hand, Bella’s discomfort grew with each passing moment. Her mouth was dry and the sponge felt like it was growing larger by the second. She shifted in her chair, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the ropes held her firmly in place. She began to squirm, trying to work the knots with her bound limbs, but every movement only served to tighten her bonds further.

After what felt like an eternity, the door to the living room opened and Mark and Dylan walked back in.

“How are you two doing? Anyone ready to admit defeat?” Mark asked with a grin.

Dianna rolled her eyes, even though she couldn’t speak. She was quite enjoying herself and had no intention of giving up anytime soon. So she shook her head ‘no’ vigorously.

Bella glared at Dianna through her watery eyes, wishing her to be the one to break first. But Dianna just winked back, her cheeks bulging slightly around the sponge. So Bella swallowed hard and mimicked her friend’s shaking.

“Alright then, see you in thirty minutes” Dylan said.

The two boys left the room again, closing the door with a click that echoed in the tense silence. Dianna and Bella stared at each other, their competitive spirits burning brighter than ever. The sound of their breathing through their nose and the occasional muffled grunt were the only noises breaking the quiet.

Dianna’s eyes darted around the room, looking for anything that might help her escape. But she knew that she had been tied too well to get out without help. Plus, she was enjoying the feeling of helplessness and the tension between her and Bella. It was like a game of chicken, but with ropes and gags.

Bella’s thoughts were racing. She hadn’t expected the situation to be this intense. The gag was uncomfortable and the ropes bit into her skin, but she wasn’t going to let Dianna win. She focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself and ignore the growing ache in her jaw. She had to think of something, some way to escape, but the more she struggled, the tighter the knots grew.

Thirty minutes later, the door swung open, and Mark and Dylan stumbled back in, laughing and carrying on as if they hadn’t left their mothers in a bondage battle.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Mark said, his eyes scanning the two bound women.

Dianna could feel her cheeks flushing under the tape, her heart racing as she realized how much she enjoyed the feeling of being trapped and helpless.

“Mum, it’s getting late, are you sure you don’t want to give up and go home?” Dylan asked.

Bella glared at her colleague, who looked at her with a mocking grin under her massive gag.

“Mphhhhhoooo!!” she exclaimed, as she shook her head.

She was determined to win.

“Fine then, we’ll come back later” Mark said.

The two boys left again, leaving Dianna and Bella to continue their silent struggle. Dianna couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride watching Bella’s efforts. Her knots were tight, and she knew it. She had taught Mark everything she knew about bondage, and it was clear that he had picked it up quickly.

But Bella wasn’t one to give up so easily. Her eyes gleamed with determination as she pulled and tugged at the ropes. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and she could feel her skin starting to chafe against the ropes. Despite the pain, she was determined to show Dianna that her son could do just as well.

Meanwhile, while both women faced their situation with different enthusiasm, the kids kept playing video games in Mark’s room.

“Do you think your mum will escape?” Dylan asked.

“I’m not sure if she’s even trying” Mark replied.

“What do you mean?”

“She loves being bound and gagged”.

“Really???”

“Oh, yeah. Most times, it’s her who insists on me tying her up. She can spend hours like that and never seems to get tired of it. Anyway, if she does get tired and tries to escape, I don’t think she can, you’ve tied her up pretty well”.

“Thanks man!! You too did a good job on my mum, to be honest. I don’t think she’ll escape”.

“And do you think she’ll give up at any point?”

“I don’t think so. She’s really stubborn and hates losing. Even if she’s desperate to escape, she won’t give up unless your mom gets free or gives up first”.

“Wow… seems like we have a long night ahead of us, don’t we?”

“It seems so, yes” Dylan replied with a grin. “So, what do we do?”

“Well, this game has like thirty missions. And, if we get tired, I still have plenty of ropes we haven’t used yet” Mark winked.

Dylan smiled at his friend’s statement. Not only it was going to be a long night, but it seemed it would also be a pretty funny one.