I sat on the couch in dreadful boredom, staring out the window at the cool Friday sky. Once I zoned back into reality, I turned my attention to the TV, blankly searching through YouTube for something to watch. Eventually I came across a video of some girl doing an escape challenge, the thumbnail consisting of her in a simple, loose-looking hogtie with a thin rag between her lips. I barely had time to have a reaction at all before I was startled from behind.

“It looks like YouTube knows what you like,” Ava teased from behind the couch. Today she wore a sports bra, tight athletic shorts, and a pair of thigh-high socks, all in white. I blushed and scrolled past the video.

"Oh, come on, that looked lame anyway,” I admitted, earning an eye roll from my sister.

“Of course, we all know you would do better, Mr. Bondage Master.” I blushed further at her teasing.

“Hey, you haven’t even been tied by me yet-“ I caught myself just after the last word escaped my lips, wincing in anticipation of the awkwardness. I didn’t even have to see her smirk to know it was creeping across her face.

“Was that a ‘yet’ I heard?" She playfully asked, stifling a giggle. I then saw her seemingly contemplating something to herself for a moment before apparently coming to a conclusion. “Hm, I guess you’re right,” Ava plainly commented before swiftly leaving the room and heading upstairs. I was a bit confused but didn’t think about it for long, simply turning back to YouTube instead. Not even a minute later, I was interrupted by an object hitting the back of my head with speed.

“Ow!” I shouted, reaching back to pick up what I discovered to be a coil of rope. As I turned around in surprise, I saw Ava swiftly move down the stairs with a box in her arms, from which she produced several more ropes and sat down next to me on the couch. I stared blankly for a moment, trying to put together what was happening. “Uhh, what’s this about?” I looked through the box further, finding more rope, rolls of duct tape and vet wrap, as well as zipties and a few belts.

“Well, I thought about it and realized you were right.” She began to explain, sorting through the contents of the box and laying them out on the coffee table in front of us. “I haven’t been tied up by you. I only got tied up—well,  technically taped up—by your friends. So here’s your chance!” I may have been confused, but I like to think I wasn’t stupid. So I promptly returned her enthusiasm and agreed.

“Alright then! Can you please turn around and put your wrists together behind your back?” I started my instruction simple, and she complied without a word. I then proceeded to loop the first rope around her wrists, forcing them together with several wraps, before tightly cinching the rope and knotting it. “How does that feel?” I checked curiously. She strained and twisted her wrists against the rope, eventually settling before confirming,

“Tight, not uncomfortable, but definitely tight.” Next, I looped a rope around her elbows, preparing to draw them together.

“How tight do you want this?” I asked, wondering how much she would play along.

“Is there any point in me answering that?” She chuckled with a hint of nervous anticipation in her voice.

“Eh, probably not,” I mischievously answered, pulling her elbows together until they touched, hiding a grin as a surprised moan escaped Ava’s lips. Continuing my work, I then wrapped rope firmly above and below her chest, then took more rope and drew it under her shoulder, around the back of her neck, and back down under her other shoulder before being connected to her elbow bonds. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she was silently impressed and surprised by the chest harness. “How is all that so far?” I was surprised by her lack of commentary as I tied her.

“It is a very well done job, that’s for sure,” Ava admitted, struggling with emphasis before turning to sit forward on the couch. I then took hold of her ankles, crossing them before tying them identically to her wrists. After that, I added more rope below her knees and around her thighs, just below the tops of her socks. Satisfied with her bonds for the moment, I stood back and let her test my work.

“So, what do you think?” I watched her as she softly wriggled back and forth for a moment, quickly finding herself helpless.

“It feels pretty good; it’s not quite as tight as the last time, but it feels…nice,” she admitted, blushing a small amount at her confession.

"Well, I’m glad to hear that, cause luckily for you, I’m not done yet.” I mischievously inform her, taking another rope from the box. I then had her roll onto her stomach on the couch, tying one end of the rope to her ankles before pulling them up towards her back and connecting the other end to her elbows and chest harness. “That, my dear sister, is called a hogtie. What do you think?” I dramatically explained, watching her strain and struggle against her newly restricted position.

“It's—ngh, it’s really tight. I definitely couldn’t get out of this.” I had to agree with her, she was practically immobilized.

“Are you gonna be okay like that?” I check, wondering how long I could keep her like this.

“Yeah. Yeah, you could keep me like this.” I grinned at hearing that, fully planning to capitalize on that offer.

"Well, I might have to get that in writing; I think it’s time to keep you quiet.” I began making my way to Ava’s room, but before I got to the top of the stairs, she called out to me knowingly.

“By the way, my tights are in the bottom left drawer.” I felt my face turn red, but chuckled nonetheless. There was no point in trying to hide it. I followed her advice and selected a pair of opaque navy blue tights. I was about to head back down to Ava when I heard voices downstairs. My heart started pounding with nervousness, racking my brain for what might await me. I slowly crept down the stairs, entering the room to find our mom in the living room talking to a still-hogtied Ava.

"Oh, there you are,” my mom turned to see me approach the two of them, looking down at what I held in my hand and chuckling, “Well, don’t let me interrupt you.” She put her hands up in mock exasperation and went to the kitchen as I knelt by Ava.

“You good?” I quickly checked, earning a nod from her as she opened her mouth in acceptance. I began gently packing the tights into her mouth, filling it entirely until she closed her lips over the stuffing. After that, I picked up a roll of white vet wrap and began tightly wrapping it over her lips, circling her face a dozen times before ripping the roll and securing the end behind her head. “Well, at least now you can say that you have been tied up by me,” I joke, chuckling as Ava rolled her eyes.

“Welcome to the club!” Our mom called from over in the kitchen with a laugh, before coming over to take a quick look at Ava before heading upstairs. “I’ve got to go get ready for the event at the office tonight; look after her.” I then sat down next to Ava on the couch, picking up the remote and once again scrolling through YouTube as Ava squirmed and wiggled her feet back and forth next to me. About fifteen minutes later, my mom came back downstairs to leave for her event. She wore a short black dress that hugged her figure in a flattering way, paired with semi-opaque black tights and matching high heels. Her dark brown hair hung in waves down past her shoulders, and she strode with confidence towards the door.

“Alright, a few things before I leave.” She began to establish, “Dinner is in the fridge, so you should be covered there. I should only be gone for around three to four hours; I’ll let you know if anything comes up.” My mom seemed to be checking points off of her mental list. "Oh, and also, Kyle. You might want to consider wrapping your sister’s hands with the vet wrap; I think I can see her trying to reach some of the knots.” I couldn’t help but laugh as she gave me a playful wink before looking out the window. "Ok, my coworker is here to pick me up. Love you both, Ava; you’re in charge!” She called with a laugh before closing the door and heading out for the evening. I could hear Ava laughing sarcastically beneath her gag, playfully rolling her eyes. I quickly took action and applied my mother’s advice, thoroughly wrapping Ava’s closed fists into helpless balls, preventing any chance of escape. Throughout the next few hours of the evening, we watched a movie, ate dinner, for which I removed Ava’s gag and hogtie rope, and eventually settled into watching a random cable sitcom. A little while later, Ava was back in the hogtie, and I had just finished gagging her like before when my phone started ringing. Pulling out my phone, I saw that it was my mom, and I took her call with a bit of confusion.

“Hey Mom, what’s up?” I asked curiously.

“Hi honey, listen, my ride home had to cancel for a family emergency. The venue is closing, and I need a ride as soon as possible. Can you have your sister head over right now?” As soon as I heard the words “right now,"  I winced in awkwardness.

“Uhhh, well, she can’t exactly head out…right now,” I carefully explained, hearing my mom sigh and chuckle in exasperation.

“How long will it take to untie her?” I tried to guess in my head, “I think maybe ten minutes, maybe a little more.” I heard nothing for a moment as she thought to herself,

“The venue is closing in five; are there any other options?” I racked my brain for a solution before a bit of a wild idea popped into my head.

“Well…Michael got his license, and I think he lives pretty close by,” I cautiously offered, hearing an amused sigh over the phone.

“Alright, go ahead and ask him, please.” I could tell she was a little bit hesitant, but she agreed nonetheless. I hung up and proceeded to text Michael and ask him for the favor. He said he knew where the venue was and immediately agreed to help out. After he said he was heading out, I texted my mom to let her know he would be picking her up. I then turned to Ava,

“Mom should be home in a little bit. I’ll untie you after that.” She simply nodded in response and groaned softly as she strained against the ropes that bound her. I then went back to relaxing on the couch, occasionally reaching over and lightly tickling Ava’s feet, causing her to squirm and giggle into her gag. After a while, I checked the clock on my phone, finding that 25 minutes had passed. But just as I began to wonder where Michael and my mom were, I heard the doorbell ring. “Stay here,” I tauntingly told Ava as I got up and walked to the door to answer it. Opening the door, I was relieved to see both Michael and my mom standing on our porch, but not in the way that I had expected. My mom stood tall in her high heels, looking at me with acceptance and amusement, while Michael simply smirked. I first noticed the white ropes framing her chest in a tight yoke harness, contrasting nicely against her black dress. Michael then guided my mother by the arm, turning her around for me to see the tight ropes that bound her wrists and elbows together behind her back. She was also gagged with a white scarf with a large knot in the middle, and I could tell that more cloth had been stuffed into her mouth under that.

“Hey Kyle, how’s it going?” Michael casually asked, while my mom just looked at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read.

“Uhh, pretty good. You?” I cautiously replied, still trying to understand the situation.

“Doing well, yeah. Can we come in? I’d hate for her to get cold like this,” he suggested, doing his best to stifle a mischievous grin.

“What a gentleman.” I sarcastically retorted, beckoning them inside, stifling a grin of my own as the two entered the living room, where Ava lay hogtied still. Michael hung his head and chuckled to himself upon seeing the second bound and gagged woman in the house.

“Nice to see you again, Ava.” My sister merely blushed and rolled her eyes before turning her attention to my mother, looking at her in surprise. Michael then looked at the box full of binding supplies still sitting on the coffee table, picking it up and sorting through it with building interest. I then watched as he set the box back down before walking over to my mother and gently taking her by the arm. My curiosity peaked when he guided her to sit down on the edge of the table, and he took a rope from the box and began to bind her ankles together. I looked at her for any sort of reaction, but she simply returned an unbothered shrug. He continued to wrap her ankles together with the rope, even winding it around her heels and arches, keeping her high heels tied to her feet. After cinching the bonds at her feet, Michael added equally tight ropes just below and just above her knees, fully binding her legs together. I continued to watch with intrigued amusement as he guided my mom to lay down on her front across the coffee table, now facing towards me while parallel to Ava. He then took a rope from the box and tied one end to her bound ankles, pulling them up towards her back until he tied the other end to the ropes that bound her elbows and chest. As he removed the slack and tied off the final knots, my mom gave out a muffled groan into the gag, shifting around in the tight hogtie she now found herself in. “Well, what a night, huh?” Michael walked over and stood next to me as we both observed the helpless ladies before us, cheekily extending a fist bump out towards me. I simply hung my head and chuckled in exasperated amusement, meeting his fist bump.

“Yeah, pretty much.” After a moment of simply watching their struggling helplessness, Michael had to head home for the night.

"Alright, I’ve gotta go, but thanks for having me.” He turned to wave thanks to my mom, who rolled her eyes and laughed in exasperation.

“Nny tmm.” We both chuckled and walked to the door, and I watched as he walked out to his car. I suddenly had a mischievous idea and turned back towards the hogtied women in the living room, snapping a quick photo of them struggling. Once I had it saved, I sent it to Michael just as he got to his car.

“Check your phone!” I called out to him as he entered the vehicle, seeing him pull out his phone to see. He revved his car and took off screeching down the road, giving me a quick horn honk on his way past my house. As I laughed at his reaction, I closed the door and was once again reminded that the predicament was not over yet. I turned to face my mother and sister, chuckling at the sight. “Well, who wants to be untied first?” The question barely had time to leave my mouth before Ava answered.

"Mmmmphh.” I grinned and approached her first, hearing a soft moan into her gag as I untied the rope that kept her in a hogtie. Next, I unwrapped her hands and began freeing her arms and chest until she was able to reach up and undo her gag while I worked on her legs. “Mmmphhblaah!” Ava groaned as she finally unwound the vet wrap and spat out the tights stuffing her mouth. “You know, I probably could’ve escaped if my hands hadn’t been wrapped up, MOM.” She dramatically complained, stifling a giggle as she immediately began to untie her thighs as I finished freeing her ankles. As the last rope came off her body, she stretched her limbs out and let out an exhausted moan of relief. Ava then bounced up onto her feet and approached our mom, inspecting her bonds curiously. “When you dressed this nicely, it’s no wonder you ended up as a damsel in distress,” my sister teased, patting our mom’s leg before picking up her tights that I had used to gag her. “Alright, I’m off to bed. Mom, you’re in charge.” Ava sarcastically called back to us as she walked down the hallway into her room. I turned my attention back towards my mom, who looked up at me with a curious expression as she gently shifted in her bonds. Kneeling down, I untied her gag and let her spit out the white cloth packing her mouth full.

“I told you the vet wrap was a good idea,” she smartly noted with an amused smirk.

"Yeah, you were right. So, how was your event?” I casually asked her, taking a seat on the couch adjacent to her.

"Oh, it was great, right up until the point where I got kidnapped.” She couldn’t help but let out a bit of a chuckle. “That friend of yours seems to never let an opportunity go missed, I guess.” I had to agree with her; it seemed almost like a superpower of Michael’s at this point.

"Well, he did come to your rescue earlier, so I suppose it’s fair to balance it out with this,” I reasoned, gesturing at the hogtie she was kept in.

“That is true. Speaking of which, am I going to be untied any time soon?” She turned to look at me and struggled against her bonds for emphasis.

“Oh I suppose so.” I answered with mock disappointment as I swiftly untied the hogtie rope, earning a sigh of relief from my mom. I then helped her sit up on the edge of the table and began untying her legs starting at her ankles. A small grin crept onto my face as I untied the ropes keeping her heels on her feet, making a mental note of that idea for future events. Next I untied the ropes above and below her knees, before moving behind her to untie her wrists. As she then waited for me to free her elbows, she looked down at the chest harness and giggled under her breath with knowing exasperation. After a few minutes of picking and pulling at knots, my mom stood and stretched, relishing her newfound freedom.

“Well as far as kidnappings go, that wasn’t so bad.” She admitted, smiling playfully at me, “But I’m sure I’ll have others to compare it to.” I blushed a bit, causing my mom to chuckle and give me a warm hug. “Goodnight Kyle.”

“Goodnight Mom.” I embraced the hug and watched her walk towards her room, replaying her comment in my mind.

“Sounds like a kidnapping is in order…”