This story is a direct follow-up to

So if you haven't read that, I recommend you go get caught up. Hope you enjoy!

It had been two days since my friends had tied up my mom, and I just couldn’t take my mind off what happened. Flashbacks of my mother’s helpless form, tightly bound to a chair, gagged, and blindfolded, continued to plague my thoughts. What drove me crazy most was how nonchalant my mother was about it. Despite my numerous questions, she seemed to think of it as a casual occurrence just like any other day and refused to indulge my curiosity on the matter. Eventually, I decided that I needed to keep my mind occupied and chose to work on a school project to keep busy. I turned on my computer and logged in, immediately noticing an email icon in my browser. My curiosity got the better of me, and I opened my inbox, finding a new email titled Fun and Games. I cautiously clicked on it, seeing a link and a message that read, “Hey man, thanks again for having us over; we had a lot of fun. Your mom’s a pretty good host, but she's an even better damsel. I’m sure you two will find lots to talk about. Enjoy.”

I read it over at least three times in a mixture of bewilderment and excitement, then my attention turned to the link. My cursor hovered over it for what felt like hours, my mind racing with thoughts of what I might see. I soon found my anticipation outweighing my nerves, and I braced myself as I clicked on the link. My computer took a few seconds to load before my screen went blank and a play button appeared in the center. Excitement built as I eagerly clicked the play button, and the video faded in. The camera was pointed at Michael and held by Lucas, with some of the other boys scattered in the background. Michael gave the camera a thumbs up, and Lucas began to follow him as he walked down the hall towards my dining room, where the camera panned to reveal my mother just like I had seen her that night: completely helpless. My heart began to pound in my chest as Lucas silently circled her, filming her predicament from all angles, shamelessly focusing on her bound body. Finally, Lucas stepped back, allowing Michael to come into frame next to my mom, kneeling beside her. He gently began stroking her tights-clad thigh, producing a quiet moan from the woman.

“You know, Kate,” Michael began. “You do look gorgeous like this; I’ll give you that.” My brow furrowed as he taunted my mother, but I couldn’t deny that I still felt a bit of a thrill. “Between the outfit and the bondage, you make for one hot mama!” He teased, earning a chuckle from Lucas behind the camera. “I can’t wait to see the look on your boy’s face when he sees you like this; who knows what he’ll think? But one way or another, I think things will work out.” He said with finality, winking at the camera as the video suddenly came to an end.

I stared at the screen for a minute or two, just thinking and processing what I had seen. My mom had been tied up and gagged by my friends, and then filmed as they held her captive! But I still had no idea what she had agreed to, if anything. Fighting through the mess of emotions, I closed the video, only to find a whole album of pictures. Every angle, every bond, the gag, the entire scene had been thoroughly captured and preserved. I began scrolling through the countless images, completely enthralled. Too enthralled to notice my mother standing in the doorway of my bedroom, watching me with a curious grin.

“What have you got there?” I nearly jumped in my seat as I fumbled to quickly close the computer screen, feeling my face burn bright red. I turned and saw my mother standing there, wearing tight jeans and a white sweater, simply watching me with amusement.

“I…uh, it’s nothing really…” I attempted to brush it off, she instead walked over and stood right behind me with her hands on the back of my chair. “Open it.” She simply says, although I don’t notice any anger in her voice. With a shaky hand, I moved my cursor back to the tab of photos, clicking it hesitantly. I cringed as dozens of pictures flooded the screen, with my mom watching over my shoulder the entire time. I waited silently for a reaction, imagining the lecture I was surely about to receive. Her eyes skimmed through the pictures for a bit before simply saying, “You know what? Keep up the research. I’m going to run some errands; I’ll be back in a bit.”

As she turned to leave my room, I stuttered after her, “A…are you mad?” She paused for a moment and stifled a grin of acceptance. “What is there to be mad about?” There was a hint of mischief in her eyes as she walked away, leaving me in my room with compounding amazement. Surely she must be upset, embarrassed if nothing else. As these thoughts continued to pile up, my eyes wandered back to the photo album, and I began scrolling once more. I was entranced by the seemingly endless pictures and eventually checked my phone and discovered that 25 minutes had passed. I also discovered a recent text from my mom, reading, “Please come to the dining room.” This is where the lecture begins, I thought to myself, closing my computer and begrudgingly making my way to the dining room.

In a bizarre moment of deja vu, I saw my mom sitting in the very chair she had been bound in, one leg crossed over the other. She had also changed into a more professional outfit consisting of a navy blouse, black skirt, black tights, and high heels, similar to her outfit in the pictures. I then noticed a large paper bag on the floor next to her, quickly growing curious about its contents. “What’s all this for?” I asked, watching as my mom bent over and took a roll of silver duct tape out of the bag, tossing it into my hands. “You wanted to know what happened, didn’t you? She simply answered, gesturing for me to come over to the bag, “Now it’s your turn.”

“My turn?” I questioned, picking up the bag nonetheless. “I know you’ve been dying to know what happened the other day." She explained playfully, “And now you’re going to find out by recreating the scene.” I may have been confused, but I wasn’t too stupid to know what she was thinking. "So... you want me to tie you up?” I cautiously asked. “Just as thorough and just as tight as before. You should have everything you need.” She confirmed, again gesturing to the bag in my hand, prompting me to examine its contents. Alongside the roll of tape in my other hand, there were an additional 3 rolls, 12 heavy-duty zip-ties, 2 thick white socks, a silk scarf, and lastly, a pair of opaque black tights. My eyes grew wider and wider as I discovered more materials, even blushing a bit as I withdrew the tights from the bag.

“I’ll explain some things as you make progress.” She added, placing her arms together over the back of the chair, “Now get going.” My nervousness and confusion had steadily been replaced with a strange excitement at the opportunity. I picked up the socks and the first roll of tape and moved behind my mother. “The first thing you’re going to want to do is take those socks and put them over my hands.” She instructed softly, before I swiftly complied, slipping a thick sock over each of her closed fists. Once they were secured, I gently pulled her wrists together and began wrapping the silver tape around them.

“You know, they tied me much tighter than that.” My mom hinted playfully, causing me to wrap the tape significantly tighter. I did my best to recall the images of my mother’s previous helplessness, remembering to bind her waist and arms to the chair’s back next. “You can bind my elbows and then my chest as well.” She casually suggested, as if nothing unordinary were occurring. I then pulled her elbows together until they nearly touched, wrapping tape just as tight as her wrists to keep them together. After that, I hesitated a moment before tightly wrapping tape just below my mother’s chest, then repeating this process just above. Aside from securing her against the chair, I noticed that these bindings accentuated her chest, pushing it out against her tight blouse. I quickly shook myself back into reality and asked her how she felt so far. “Certainly a quality job so far,” she confirmed, smoothly uncrossing her legs and placing them together. “Though my legs will need some work.” I hastily nodded and moved in front of her and kneeled, looping tape around her ankles, firmly securing them together. I then added more tape around her calves, above and below her knees, and finally around her nylon thighs. After her legs were taped up, I remembered some details, such as her lap being taped down and her feet being bound together. I added those touches and finished by taping her ankles back to the base of the chair, fully anchoring her body to her seat. After the taping was done, I took a step back, quickly looking over my handiwork.

“So, uh, how does it feel?” I asked cautiously. I watched her lightly test the tape, wriggling in her seat a bit before answering.

“I dare say you’re nearly there,” she encouraged. “It’s definitely tight so far. The zip-ties are sure to add to that.” Feeling a small boost of confidence at her hinting comment, I eagerly returned to the bag of supplies. I grab all 12 of the zip-ties, moving back to her wrists. I secured the zip-tie over the tape around her wrists before she noted, “You know, the boys tied those much tighter than you have so far.” I stayed silent, a small spark of irritation burning in my mind at the notion of my friends having had their way with my mother. I then pulled the zip-tie even tighter, causing it to dig into the tape, earning a soft groan from my mom. I continued to add the new bonds over each wrap of tape, above and below her breasts, tightly around her elbows, at her waist, feet, ankles, calves, knees, thighs, and lap. I even added a final zip-tie to further secure her ankles to the chair’s base.

“Is THAT tight enough for you?” I ask, slightly exasperated but pleased with her helpless state. After a quick moment of struggling in her seat, she seemed to share in the satisfaction. “I suppose so,” she unceremoniously admitted. “Although there are a couple things you still need to add.”

She nodded towards the bag with a playfully innocent smirk. I finally removed the pair of tights and scarves, leaving the bag empty at last. I slowly approached her, hesitating a bit.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “What’s with the tights?” I couldn’t help but ask, curious about any motivation behind the choice. She smiled to herself, recalling her previous bondage: “I assume the boys searched my wardrobe for something, though I was too stuck here to see.” Her smile became more evident, seeing my mixed reaction. “Besides,” she then added, nodding to both the pair in my hands and the pair on her legs, “I have a sneaking suspicion that you boys have a particular liking for these.” My face must have gone bright red, earning a chuckle from her. I regained my focus and walked behind my mom with the scarf, swiftly wrapping it over her eyes and knotting it securely behind her head.

“So now that you’ve got me all trussed up,” she began playfully. “Is it time for you to shut me ummmmphh?” While her mouth was open during her teasing, I carefully but quickly packed the tights into her mouth and started wrapping tape over her lips under her hair. She giggled into her gag as I wrapped the tape over and over, as tight as possible, until her entire lower face was smoothly sealed. I now had my beautiful mother completely and helplessly bound and gagged. My heart was pounding in my chest as I slowly circled her strictly tied body, examining each bond and detail. Eventually, I even took out my phone and snapped some pictures and short videos, feeling my excitement trump any nervousness I began with. "Well, I hope you’re satisfied." I teased her as I slowly exited the room, “I’m gonna go work on some things. I’ll come and untie you eventually.”

I grinned to myself and headed to my bedroom, sitting down at my desk.

I then opened my email and composed a new message: “You know, Michael, you were right; we did sort things out. Although at the moment, it’s a bit of a one-sided conversation.” I finished typing and linked the photos and videos in the email, fascinated to see my friends’ responses. After grabbing a quick snack, I moved to the dining room and sat to watch my mom struggle. She had made no progress, barely being able to wiggle her toes. “Having fun?” I mockingly asked, getting a giggle and a slightly embarrassed shrug. "Well, keep up the struggling; you’ve got a long way to go.” I gave her thigh a pat before returning to my bedroom a moment later. I immediately noticed a new alert in my email and sat down to read it eagerly. Michael’s quick response was telling of our future escapades: “Looks like you figured things out; glad you’re having plenty more fun.” Michael’s tone made me guess that what I sent had already been paraded amongst the boys, which somehow brought even more excitement.

I then noticed the short P.S. at the bottom of the email: “I don’t suppose we could come over and have some fun next week?”