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About a week after I tied up my mother, I somewhat jokingly pitched the idea to her again, and to my surprise, she agreed. Her response didn’t sound exasperated, but also not eager. She seemed a bit amusingly resigned, as if she had expected this and simply accepted it. My mom entered the room a few minutes later wearing her typical work outfit from her morning shift: a fitted white blouse, a black pencil skirt, black tights, and high heels.

“So is this going to become a weekly occurrence?” She asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, as I produced a few neckties I had grabbed earlier. I didn’t know quite how to respond, but I tried to play it safe.

“Well, I guess that’s up to you.” She chuckled a bit before putting her wrists together behind her back.

“So you say I’m the one in control even as you tie me up right now?” Her teasing answer caused my face to go a bit red, but it did make me think maybe she was right; I am putting myself in charge by doing this. As these thoughts raced through my mind, I began wrapping the first necktie around her wrists, cinching them together tightly. I then had her sit down on our sofa before repeating the process at her elbows. I then began working on her legs, adding more ties at her ankles and just above her knees.

“How does that feel?” I asked with a bit of nervous anticipation. She briefly tested her bonds, and although they were only fabric, they still held tight.

“Hmm, well, I’d say it feels like I’m tied up.” She answered a bit dryly, but I could still sense some amusement in her voice as she softly struggled against the ties. I left the room for a moment to grab a few more neckties and a scarf, returning to find her still squirming, catching the smallest of grins on her face. I swiftly moved behind her and gently wrapped the scarf over her eyes, knotting it securely behind her head.

“Oh, that’s fine,” my mom jokingly commented. “I didn’t need to see anyway.” My excitement grew a bit as she got more invested in her situation, clearly leaning into the damsel in distress persona as she struggled. Finally, I pulled out the last couple neckties I had grabbed, and my mother seemed to read my mind as I balled the first one up.

“I suppose you’re going to want to gag me next?” She guessed with a playful smirk, unable to see my face turning a bit red.

“Well, uh, yeah, I suppose so.” I admitted meekly, not wanting to sound too eager.

She chuckled to herself for a moment, simply commenting, “Go on then.” She then opened her mouth expectantly, as I took the wadded-up necktie and gently packed it into her mouth. Next, I took the other tie, pulling it between her teeth and snugly knotting it behind her head, creating a thick cleave gag. My heart was pounding at this point, with my mother bound, gagged, and blindfolded in front of me.

“Hmpph nhhw?” She attempted to tease me through her gag. But in truth, I was happy now, and I decided to get a bit daring. I took out my phone and took a couple pictures of her tied-up form, linking them into an email addressed to my friends Michael, Steve, and Lucas. I thought for a moment, adding the message, “It seems the game continues.” Before sending it with a mischievous grin. Only a few minutes later, I received a reply from Michael, saying, “Seems like it! I don’t suppose she would mind if we joined in?” I considered my odds for a moment before pitching the idea.

“Mom, you wouldn’t mind if the guys came over, would you?” I could practically sense her rolling her eyes under the blindfold, before she shrugged in her bonds.

“Mm cmnt rhllph rrgphu, cnn mph?” I practically froze for a moment at her indifference before quickly responding to Michael, “She didn’t object ;)” My heart pounded for the next few minutes as I waited in anticipation for my friends to arrive, fascinated by the prospect of my mother being openly tied up in front of us all. Eventually, I heard the doorbell ring and swiftly greeted my three friends, welcoming them in.

“How’s it going, Kyle?” Michael asked brightly, giving me a fist bump. “Pretty good; it’s been an interesting afternoon.” I playfully commented, giving Lucas and Steve handshakes before beckoning them into our living room, where my mom still sat. All three of them stared for a moment before Michael finally spoke up, nudging the others to follow his greeting, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Bennett; thanks for having us!” My mom blushed a tiny bit, just barely visible between her gag and blindfold.

“Hllhh bhhs.” She simply returned, calming her struggles. For what felt like hours, we stood there, not knowing exactly what to do. Michael seemed to be most interested in inspecting the ties binding my mom, while Steve and Lucas just stared with giddy smirks on their faces. While she continued her struggles, Michael beckoned us into a different room, clearly forming some kind of plan.

“Okay, Kyle, want to level up this game?” I couldn’t resist, enthusiastically prompting him to continue. He typed a couple words into his phone, showing me a webpage with dozens of images of vet wrap. “Could you buy some of this? It’s only a couple bucks, but it’ll be worth its price!” The other boys raised their eyebrows and agreed, even offering to split the cost. I had never considered using that material before, but the idea was incredibly intriguing.

“Okay, there’s a pharmacy a couple blocks away. It should only take a little bit to get it.” I offered, taking a couple of dollars from Steve and Lucas. “What about you guys? Are you coming with me?” I wondered what they had in mind, remembering the previous time similar circumstances had occurred.

“Well, it would be unwise to leave a damsel in distress all alone like that.” Michael proposed, earning a nod of agreement from Steve. “Yeah, we can stay and make sure she stays put.” Lucas chimed in playfully. I agreed with a tiny bit of hesitation, but not enough to outweigh my excitement as I remembered what I came home to last time. I gathered my wallet and headed out, trying not to run down the block as my mind raced faster than I could keep up with. Eventually I arrived at the store, selecting a roll of black vet wrap, one of white, and one of a tan skin color. After purchasing the items, I began my trek back to my house with the bag full of rolls clutched in my hand. Finally, I made it back to my home, but before I entered, I peered in through the side window, trying to catch a glimpse of what I had missed. Due to the placement of furniture and Lucas, I couldn’t see the majority of my mother’s body, but I did catch Michael with her ankles in his grip, raking his fingers along her nylon soles. I could barely hear the muffled giggling of my mother as he briefly tickled her feet, and I could tell that my friends were certainly having their fun. Finally, I decided to give the front door a knock before entering inside with the purchased goods, taking them to the living room where everyone was. I immediately noticed that my mother sat just where she had before, but she was now bound much more thoroughly. Bindings had been added below her knees, at her upper thighs, as well as above and below her chest, using a mix of neckties and scarves.

“Did you get the stuff?” Michael excitedly asked as he saw me enter the room.

“Yep, and plenty of it.” I confirmed, removing the three rolls from the bag, with Michael selecting the white roll for the moment. He then approached my mother and removed the scarf tied between her teeth, but what fascinated me was that she did not immediately spit out the cloth packed into her mouth. Instead, she closed her lips over it as if she expected she would be gagged again. We all raised our eyebrows as Michael began tightly wrapping a few layers of the roll over her lips and around her head, eventually tearing off the roll and smoothing the wrap down after several passes around her face. Next, Michael also removed the scarf blindfolding her, producing the roll once again. In the brief moment that my mother regained her sight, she made a glance at each of us, eventually settling her gaze on me with a raised eyebrow before Michael began to wind the vet wrap over her eyes and around her head. Eventually, once Michael was satisfied, he tore off from the roll and smoothed down all of the wrapping. My mother made little attempt to shout into her new gag, knowing it was even more secure than the last one, but instead simply reached around with her fingers for knots and wiggled her tights-clad feet back and forth against her bonds. Michael then passed the roll to Steve, whose eyes went wide at the opportunity. He swiftly knelt down and began wrapping her calves together tightly, his hands needlessly brushing against her nylon legs, before tearing off the roll and giving the last of it to Steve. He thought for a moment before wrapping the rest of the roll around my mother’s waist and wrists, snugly trapping her arms against her back. With a job well done, the empty roll was tossed into the garbage.

“Seems like you got your money’s worth.” I noted, seeing the satisfaction on my friends’ faces, and the helplessness of my mom. Eventually we got some snacks and simply watched my mom fight against her bondage for a while, thoroughly enthralled by the helpless woman before us. I felt strangely satisfied knowing that my mom, the usual figure of authority in the house, was essentially under our control. It probably boosted my ego a bit too much, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. After a while, Lucas had to head home, and the other boys followed suit.

“Thanks again for having us over,” Michael noted before leaving. “We’ll have to do this again sometime. Good luck with her.” He flashed a teasing grin, gesturing to my still-bound mother, before heading down the street towards his house. I then closed the door and took a deep breath before returning to the living room, where my mother sat helplessly. It looked like she had given up on her struggles and simply rested against her bonds. After a moment of consideration, I approached her and began unwrapping her gag, eventually allowing her to spit out the bundled-up scarf into my hand. She sighed deeply and licked her dried lips, a subtle smirk flashing across her lips for only a moment before she finally addressed me.

 “Did the boys leave to get more things to tie me up with?” She teased, an edge of exasperation mixed with the amused tone of her comment.

“No, they had to go home for today.” I responded truthfully, wondering what her various feelings must be towards the circumstances.

“I see.” She commented thoughtfully, “So then, am I going to be kept like this all evening?” I could tell that she was nearing the limit of her indulgence and decided to begin untying her.

“Of course not.”

She chuckled to herself. “Oh, don’t sound so appalled. I’m sure if I had asked if I would spend the afternoon tied up, you would have said ‘of course not’ then.” My face flushed red, but I also found the idea extremely exciting, fascinated by the prospect of making my mother helpless throughout any given day. A few minutes and a lot of unwrapping later, I had her bindings and blindfold removed, watching as she stretched out in relief and straightened her outfit.

“Well, give me a bit to change and relax.” My mom warmly requested, “I’ll make dinner in a bit.” I took a deep breath of relief, knowing that she wasn’t upset at me. She picked up her heels and began walking towards her bedroom, before turning back to me for a moment with a playful smile.

“You know, if you boys plan on playing this game again, let me know so I can stretch first.”