My alarm jolted me awake at a painfully early hour, and after immediately smacking the “Off” button, I rubbed my eyes to see 6:00 AM. On this particular Saturday, I had volunteered to help one of our neighbors with some morning yard work, and I soon began to regret that commitment. By the time I had walked over there, the temperature had risen out of the cold of the morning, sitting at a nice, warm climate. I spent the next few hours shoveling dirt, pulling weeds, and mowing grass, and when the work was done, I felt about ready to go back to sleep. After finally walking back home, I quickly made a late breakfast and ate in exhausted silence. I sat there for almost 20 minutes before I found the house a bit too silent.
“Mom? I’m home! Ava?” I called out through the house, receiving only more silence in return. I got up and walked towards my mom’s room with building curiosity, finding that she wasn’t there. I took a quick look into the backyard and found it empty as well. As I headed to check Ava’s room last, I wondered if either of them had gone to run some errands while I was out working. Upon entering Ava’s room, I didn’t see her and turned to leave. But just before I began to walk away, I heard an odd shuffling and other noises coming from my sister’s closet. Approaching it, I saw that it had been latched shut, and I could tell that something was inside.
I undid the latch that locked the closet shut, opening the door to find Ava, as I had suspected. She wore a snug white leotard, paired with navy blue opaque tights. She also wore a copious amount of restraints that held her securely to the chair that had been crammed into the closet. I knew that my friends had taken a liking to rendering helpless any woman who would entertain the idea, but this seemed like overkill even for them. With her facing me, I saw ropes binding her legs together at her ankles, calves, knees, and thighs, with her ankles also being tied back to the base of the chair. Then, in between each rope, I saw what appeared to be tightly wrapped duct tape, with a buckled leather strap over the tape. I could practically only identify the lower portion of her attire from her nylon feet shuffling back and forth. I then reached in and scooted the chair out from the closet into the middle of Ava’s bedroom, earning a playful squeal from my helpless sister as she was suddenly moved. Able to get a better look, I saw that her fists had been thoroughly encased in duct tape, rendering her unable to even touch a single knot. As if that would have done her any good. Her wrists and elbows were bound together with rope, with her upper arms being brought together so tightly that her elbows touched. Her forearms were completely wrapped in tape, from the rope at her wrists up to the bonds at her elbows. Over that tape, two of the leather straps were buckled around her forearms, seemingly for good measure. I then noticed a few interesting things about Ava’s predicament that peaked my curiosity. More rope had been tied above and below her chest, and I then inspected ropes that went over Ava’s shoulders before coming down between her chest, essentially creating a snug triangle of rope around each of her breasts. Finally, rope was connected to her elbows and drawn under her shoulder, up around the back of her neck, and down under the other shoulder back to her elbows. I couldn’t help but notice the way it pushed her chest out, framed and accentuated by the bikini harness. I wondered how my friends could have learned or come up with this stuff before I noticed one more curious detail. Ava’s waist and lap were each pinned to the chair with several wraps of duct tape and a leather strap. But beneath those bindings, I saw a rope that was simply tied around Ava’s waist before being pulled down between her legs. I racked my brain for an explanation for why my friends would add this, and I timidly looked closer and saw that it was then drawn back up and woven through the back of the rope around her waist, before being tightly pulled and connected to her wrists. I didn’t understand what purpose it served and quit thinking about it relatively soon after discovering it, as I then turned my attention to my sister’s face. Or at least what little I could see of it. White vet wrap appeared to be thoroughly wound around her lips, and by her muffled groans and bulging cheeks, I guessed that something had been packed into her mouth for further silence. Furthermore, her eyes were heavily covered by a wide layer of vet wrap under her hair, which had been tied up into a high ponytail.
I curiously chuckled, sighing and accepting the kind of day this would be, deciding to make the most of it. Kneeling down in front of her, I swiftly began to run my fingers along her tights-clad feet, causing her to squirm in her immobilizing bondage and yell into her gag. As I continued to tickle her for a couple minutes, I was impressed to see just how little mobility she was afforded in her current bindings. Her most frantic and wild struggles barely moved her an inch, while she laughed and squealed into her gag the entire time I raked my fingers across her soles. I finally gave her a moment of reprieve, letting her catch her breath as she settled into her helplessness once again. I noticed that her face had flushed a bit more red than before, and soft moans escaped through the gag as she deeply breathed. Standing up, I moved behind her and began unwrapping the vet wrap that kept her thoroughly gagged. Eventually, once I had undone the wrapping around her lips, she spat out a pair of white thigh-high socks into my hand, groaning out loudly in a mix of emotions that I found difficult to read. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she turned to where she guessed I was, still being kept blindfolded. “Morning!” Ava said brightly, surprising me with her cheery attitude.
“Good morning,” I responded, checking my watch. “What’s going on?” My sister chuckled in amused exasperation.
“Well, if I had to guess, I’d say that there’s been a kidnapping.” I rolled my eyes, but was unable to stifle a grin that she couldn’t see.
“Why am I not surprised?” I joked, “So which closet is Mom in?”
"Oh, I’m pretty sure she’s not here. Like I said, kidnapping.” Ava explained, grinning as I put the pieces together in my head.
“So what happened to you?” I sat on the edge of her bed, preparing to hear how this all transpired.
“Well, after you left, I woke up and was relaxing in my room when I heard the doorbell ring. I heard Mom say she was going to get it, so I stayed here. I remember noticing some people talking downstairs before it went silent for a while, and I didn’t hear Mom. So I got up and went to see what was going on, when I saw Lucas, Jake, Steve, and Clark leading a very helpless Mom through the house towards the door. They had her wrists and elbows tied behind her, and they had gagged her with lots of vet wrap. She looked up at me, and I saw both acceptance and a nervous excitement in her eyes. I called out and asked what was going on, both amused and a bit surprised by their boldness. They whispered among themselves for a minute before Lucas and Clark continued to lead Mom away, with Steve and Jake coming up here to my room with a couple duffel bags.” I nodded along to her story as I imagined the events for myself.
“And did they come up here and force you to wear that?” I gestured to her outfit, even though she couldn’t see it.
“Well…no. But I figured I may as well be comfortable.” She argued, trying to justify her choice of attire.
“Comfortable, huh.” I sarcastically muttered, “And then they decided to tie you up with every item in those two bags? With all these ideas and techniques?” I raised an eyebrow as I questioned her expectantly, seeing her blush as an embarrassed grin crept onto her face.
“I may have…given them a few helpful suggestions. You know, just nudging them in the right direction.”
“Of course, of course.” I sarcastically agree, chuckling with amusement. “So what now? What’s going on with Mom?” Ava attempted to shrug in response, finding her bonds still unmoving.
“I don’t know; I’d imagine that right now she’s about as helpless as I am, and she’ll probably be back in a bit.” I thought for a moment and reasoned that she was right; there wasn’t much to do now except wait.
“Huh, I guess you’re right.” I admitted, stooping down to pick up the pair of socks that gagged her, balling them up in my hand.
“So now whggght?!” She began to ask as I stuffed the cloth into her mouth, tightly packing it in before grabbing a scarf from her closet and pulling it between her teeth tightly, creating a thick stuffed cleave gag. “Now now, we couldn’t let your requests go to waste this early.” I taunted, double-checking her bindings. Taking out my phone, I took several pictures of her from various angles, as well as a short video. I then texted them to a group chat with Lucas, Jake, Steve, and Clark.
"So, what have you guys been up to?” I added, curious how much they would reveal. After several amusing reactions to the photos of Ava, they simply sent one photo of my mom in return.
She wore a blue summer dress that came down to her mid-thigh, as well as a pair of tan pantyhose and strappy heels. She was seated outside, in what I would guess was one of my friends’ backyards. Rope was tightly tied and cinched at her ankles, calves, above and below her knees, and at her thighs. I could tell that her wrists and elbows were bound behind her back just as tightly, and several more ropes adorned her waist and upper body to form a similar chest harness to the one tied on Ava. Her eyes looked at the camera with one brow raised, and her mouth was stuffed and wrapped in several layers of duct tape. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the photo, once again seeing my mom helplessly trussed up and yet seemingly unbothered and amused.
“Looks like Ava gave you guys some new ideas. What are you gonna do with her?” I then messaged them, immediately seeing Lucas typing.
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll get her back in a few hours; until then, we’ll be sure to keep her nice and secure.” I was a bit impressed by their confidence,
“Alright then. Don’t push your luck too far.” I put my phone away and turned my attention back to my sister, deciding to leave her like this for a little while longer. I went to my room and reclined at my desk, taking out my phone as an idea came to mind. I pulled up the pictures of Ava and my mom and sent them to Michael, and after several minutes, he sent his response.
“You have no idea how much I wish I wasn’t working today.” I laughed out loud at that and wished him luck with his shift. It had been about two and a half hours since I found Ava, so I decided to finally go untie her. As I quietly entered her room, I noticed her softly moaning as she seemed to shift her wrists back and forth as much as the bonds allowed, and her hips followed that same motion. I wondered if this had anything to do with the new rope that was tied between her legs, but I didn’t know for sure.
“I’m back. Do you want to be untied?” I asked her, seeing her freeze and stop her motions once she knew I was there.
“Yshh plsshh.” She sincerely asked, blushing slightly as I approached her. I carefully undid her blindfold and gag, letting her readjust for a moment and catch her breath. “So how’s it going for Mom?” Ava asked curiously, and I simply pulled up the picture that I had been sent in response. “Oh boy, I bet those boys are having a field day with this.” I chuckled in agreement, kneeling to begin unwrapping her hands,
“Sounds like it. Apparently we should get her back within the next two hours.” Ava laughed in surprise.
“Wow, I’m surprised you didn’t get a ransom note.” After I had untied her wrists and elbows, I very carefully untied the chest harness with great caution before moving to her ankles. As I worked on untying her feet, I noticed that Ava gingerly untied the rope that ran between her legs, stifling a moan as she did so, which only increased my curiosity. After I had fully untied her legs, she shakily stood up from the chair. “I’m gonna go shower and eat; let me know when Mom is back.” I simply looked back over at the chair she had sat in and chuckled, dozens of restraints scattered around it. I returned to my room and waited for nearly another hour before I received another text from my friends.
“Check your backyard.” It simply read, and my curiosity skyrocketed. I quickly went downstairs and out the back door, immediately turning my attention to the center of our yard. We had lights in our backyard that were on strings hung across various parts of our yard, and they all were anchored to a wooden post in the middle of our yard that connected them to the outlets. However, the post now served a different purpose.
My mother was thoroughly and utterly helplessly tied to the post, as well as gagged and blindfolded. I quietly approached her and circled around the post to get a full understanding of the extent of her bondage. Her hands were taped up into balls, and ropes were tied around her wrists and above and below her elbows. Between the ropes, her forearms were wrapped thoroughly in duct tape, and in the middle of the tape there was a leather strap buckled tightly, with a ziptie on either side of it. More ropes were tied around her waist and arms, trapping them against her back. I also found that a snug chest harness, just like the one that had been tied on Ava, was tied throughout her chest, shoulders, and elbows. Looking down, I saw that ropes bound her ankles together while also being tied around the arches of her high heels, keeping them tied to her feet. More loops of rope were tied around her legs at her calves, above and below her knees, and at her thighs just below the hem of her dress. Then, in between each rope, her legs were wrapped together in duct tape and topped with a sturdy ziptie. My mom was then secured with her back against the post with tight leather straps at her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, and above and below her chest, fully trapping her to the post. As for her gag and blindfold, I assumed her mouth was stuffed before her lips were generously wrapped in vet wrap, with the material even being wrapped around the post as well, keeping her head trapped against the post as well. She was blindfolded in a similar manner, her eyes wrapped in vet wrap, before being wrapped around the post as well. My heart was pounding as I took it all in—every detail, every binding. The confusing excitement in me was fascinated by her extraordinary predicament; she was entirely, thoroughly, and utterly helpless. But once again, there was no panicked struggling, no angry shouting into the gag, simply a soft moaning as she lightly shifted and strained against the copious bindings.
After watching her for a minute more, I quickly went back into the house, making my way to Ava’s room. I found her sitting on her bed after her shower, wearing a fitted white top with a dark pleated skirt and tights.
“Hey, Mom’s back.” I told her, capturing her attention instantly.
“Oh? Did she tell you what happened?”
I grinned mischievously. “Well, at the moment, she’s not able to say much of anything.” I answered with amused ambiguity, beckoning my sister to follow me as I made my way to our backyard once again. As soon as we entered the yard, Ava’s eyebrows shot up, and she stifled a shocked laugh.
“Oh…my…goodness.” She quietly said, slowly approaching our helpless mother. We circled her as Ava inspected her bonds with fascination, just as I had. “That might be the tightest tie I’ve ever seen!” Ava exclaimed, causing our mom to chuckle at her clear excitement.
"Yeah, I might have to agree with you on that.” I admitted, “Though yours was a close second, I’d say.” We both continued to observe her for a few more minutes before Ava asked me,
“So, should we untie her?” She wondered, looking at me curiously as I considered our options for a moment. "Well, it would be a shame to undo all their hard work so soon. But it might also be a bit awkward if any of our neighbors see this.” I then knelt and began undoing the straps that bound her to the pole, while Ava worked on unwrapping the vet wrap that kept her head against the post. Once the straps were unbuckled, I then removed the rope, tape, and zipties that bound her nylon legs together, allowing Ava and me to walk her back into the house. We helped her sit down on the couch and even removed her blindfold, watching as she readjusted her eyes and simply looked at each of us. After a moment, she rolled her eyes playfully and reclined back on the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
“Can you take the first watch? I’m gonna go check in with the monsters who did this.” I jokingly told Ava before heading up to my room and taking out my phone.
“That was quite a thorough job you guys pulled off.” I messaged the group of kidnappers I called friends, earning quick responses from Lucas and Steve about how genius their plan had been. We joked back and forth for a while longer, eventually settling to look at the day’s events as an exciting prank. But I still felt a fascination that went deeper than that, though I kept those thoughts to myself. I then messaged Michael and sent him the photos of my mom bound to the post. I knew he likely wouldn’t see them until he got off work, but imagining his reaction made me chuckle in advance. After relaxing for a few more minutes, I decided to head back downstairs to see how the girls were getting along.
Entering the living room, where I last saw my mom, I instead found it empty. “Mom? Ava?” I called out curiously, hearing only silence for a moment, before it was broken by a long groan from the kitchen. Making my way towards the sound, I was surprisingly greeted with the sight of my mother tightly bound to one of our kitchen chairs. The bonds from earlier still remained, but she was now roped into the chair at her chest, lap, and waist. Her legs were bound together above her knees, but each of her ankles was tightly bound to one of the chair legs. She was still gagged by the vet wrap, and as she saw me, I received an exasperated eye roll. I approached her with uncertain amusement, gently removing the vet wrap from around her face. She then spat out a pair of maroon tights, that I believed belonged to Ava, and groaned again without obstacle. “Who was it this time?” I simply asked with a bit of a grin.
My mom hung her head and chuckled dryly. “This would be your sister’s doing, actually.” I raised an eyebrow upon hearing that, realizing that Ava may have gotten into this more than I had thought. As if on cue, Ava strolled into the room, looking thoroughly entertained by the predicament before her. "Oh, hey Kyle, I just figured I would tighten things up for her a bit.” She said with a wink, playfully strutting over towards us.
“Where did you even learn how to do this stuff? I expect it from the boys, but…” Our mom asked the exact question that had popped into my mind, and Ava simply shrugged. "Oh, you know, I have my sources.” She joked, plucking the tights from my hand.
My mom saw her take them and immediately rolled her eyes. “For the record, I di-mmphhh!” She began, before Ava stuffed the tights back into her mouth, keeping her hand over her lips rather than bothering to properly gag her again.
“Anyways, I figured I’d be foolish to free her since the kidnappers could strike again at any moment. I want to be on their good side.” Ava jokingly explained.
“Really? I would’ve thought you’d be begging them to capture you again.” I tease, causing my sister to blush and my mom to raise an eyebrow curiously.
“Fine then. You can deal with her.” Ava fired back cheekily, still a bit red in the face as she headed back to her room. I rolled my eyes and looked back at my mom, who didn’t bother to spit out the tights even with Ava’s hand removed. I couldn’t help but laugh as I looked over her predicament before I glanced over at the sink while an idea sparked in my mind.
“I’ll do the dishes if I get to gag you again and keep you like this for another hour.” I offered her my proposal, plucking the tights from her mouth, allowing her to comment and answer.
My mom licked her lips and looked up at me in sarcastic contemplation. “Hmm, that’s tempting. Though I don’t exactly know what saying no would get me anyway." She briefly struggled and shifted in her bonds for emphasis. “Alright, I suppose that’s fine. But they better be squeaky clean, and I better be out of these ropes in an hour on the dot.” She sternly noted with a raised eyebrow before she sighed playfully and opened her mouth expectantly.
“Deal!” I brightly answered as I carefully packed the tights right back into her mouth, and I picked up the roll of vet wrap that Ava had left on the counter from before. I then wrapped it over her lips and around her face under her hair nearly a dozen times before tearing it off. Once I was done, I let her squirm and moan as I grabbed a sponge and went to town on the dishes. After a couple minutes of scrubbing, I remembered her comment, pulled out my phone, and set a timer for an hour. While my phone was out, a mischievous grin formed on my face, and I quickly snapped a photo of her, getting a playful wink from the helpless damsel in the picture. Soon after, I had the dishes sparkling, and I then grabbed a chair and sat opposite my mom before checking my phone to see one text notification. I opened the message and barely managed to keep myself from bursting out in laughter, earning a curious look from my bound and gagged mother. Michael had finally gotten off of work and had evidently seen the picture of my mom, thoroughly trussed up and helpless. He simply sent one message in response, and I could practically see his face in my mind.
“HOT DAMN!”