“Alright, I got called into the office for a few meetings this evening; I shouldn’t be back late.” Mom informed me and Ava as she walked down the stairs towards the front door. She wore a sleeveless maroon business dress that came down just above her knees, as well as semi-sheer black stockings and matching heels. “Don’t get up to anything too crazy while I’m gone. Ava, hold down the fort and make sure this one doesn’t burn the house down.” She gestured to me with a teasing but warm smile. As our mother said her final goodbyes and walked out the door, my sister and I turned to each other on the couch in newfound boredom.
“Well, is there anything you’re wanting to do tonight?” Ava asked me. She was wearing a long-sleeved skater dress in a light grey, along with opaque black tights.
"Honestly, I’m not too sure; now that I’ve got an empty house, I was maybe thinking of inviting the guys over.” I shrugged undecidedly as I considered.
“An empty house except for me!” She joked playfully, “Unless you guys have some kind of plan to keep me out of the way.” I raised an eyebrow, and she immediately shrugged innocently, but I noticed her wink.
“So...” I began, curious to determine her ideas. “If I were to keep you ‘out of the way’ like you said, then you’d be okay with me having friends over?”
Ava pretended to put it to careful thought before giggling and shrugging again, “I’d say so. Plus, even if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t exactly be in a position to make demands.”
“Then it sounds like a win-win!” I was surprised at how eager she was being, but I wasn’t about to question it. Instead, I gently but playfully took Ava by the arm and walked her upstairs into her room. I almost turned to go to my room to grab the bag of binding materials that I had begun to collect, before I noticed its contents neatly laid out across her bed. I rolled my eyes and audibly sighed, but still grabbed one of the coiled white ropes, looping it around her wrists, which she had already pressed together behind her back. I soon had rope tied and cinched around her wrists, elbows, and waist, and I now worked on tying a snug bikini harness around her chest. As I cinched the harness tightly in place, pulling her shoulders back and forcing her chest out, I noticed her clench her fists and breathe sharply. Finally, I guided her to stand against the wall of her room, where she had a hook in the wall for decorations. I connected some rope to her shoulders and chest bindings before tightly tying the slack to the hook, keeping her anchored in place and nearly having to stand on her tiptoes. I then knelt and bound her ankles and above and below her knees, looking up at her clear smile that she tried to suppress.
Before I said anything even related, she opened her mouth wide and looked away, blushing a bit as she swayed in the ropes. Without a word from either of us, I grabbed a pair of grey tights from my sister’s wardrobe and gently packed them into her mouth, then took a scarf that she had set out for me and cleave gagged her with it. “Hopefully that’s ‘out of the way’ enough for you,” I teased her as I moved towards her door. “I’ll check on you soon.”
I closed her door and went back downstairs with a newfound excitement, texting my friends that they could now come over. After waiting a bit, the whole group of Michael, Steve, Lucas, Jake, and Clark finally arrived. We simply talked for a little bit, got some snacks, and played a few video games before Steve suddenly asked. “Hey Kyle, where’s the rest of your family?” I couldn’t help but form a small grin on my face.
"Well, my mom got called into the office for some work stuff, and Ava is... out of the way.” The rest of the guys soon had similar grins creeping onto their faces, and Michael chuckled knowingly.
“So, where is she?” I simply stood up and flashed a mischievous smirk,
“I’ll go get her.” I then left the room and quickly ascended the stairs up to her room, entering to find her exactly how I had left her. She immediately looked over at me and smiled brightly through her gag, cheerfully gagtalking a bit. I approached her and knelt down, untying the ropes that bound her nylon legs, before reaching up and untying the ropes connected to the hook as well. Finally, I untied the scarf that gagged her and took the tights from her mouth, allowing her to lick her lips and stretch her jaw.
“Is the party over already? I would have thought it had barely started,” Ava commented, sounding almost like a complaint.
"Oh, the guys only got here a little while ago, but now they’re curious to see what I did with you to get such an empty house.” I lightly tease as I take a rope and carefully loop it around her neck, weaving it through her chest harness as well, drawing the slack out into a sort of lead. Ava playfully raised an eyebrow at the addition, quickly accepting the dynamic as I began to exit her room and lead her downstairs. As I returned to my friends, I couldn’t help but feel like the king of the world, leading my helpless sibling into the room, the one left in charge.
“Hello boys,” Ava simply remarked with a laugh as each of my friends’ eyes widened and their grins stretched. Michael stood up, and I tossed him the end of her lead, and he drew her closer to him, using the rope to guide her into a slow 360 as he inspected the ropes that bound her.
“I gotta say, Kyle. You’ve gotten pretty darn good at tying.”
“Tell me about it,” Ava cheekily commented, smirking nonetheless.
“That being said,” Steve then spoke up, and Michael tossed the lead to him. “You do seem pretty free at the moment.”
"Well, only about half of me,” she said, wriggling her helpless upper body in emphasis, “But I suppose you’ll need to make sure I don’t interrupt the absolute rager you’re going to have?” We all chuckled a bit at the likely reality of simply playing video games.
“Yeah, something like that,” Steve reasoned, turning to me. “Hey Kyle, any chance you’ve got some more supplies we could use?” I swiftly stood up.
“Just give me one minute,” I confirmed, heading back to Ava’s room, gathering up the rest of the materials, making a mental inventory as I did. We still had nearly a dozen ropes and about half as many straps and belts, as well as two rolls of vet wrap, two rolls of duct tape, and a whole package of heavy-duty zipties. After I loaded and checked the bag, I slung it over my shoulder and made my way back downstairs, coming across an amusing sight. My friends were passing the lead to each other, getting Ava to do simple movements, walk back and forth, turn around, and even walk around on her tiptoes. But they seemed to greatly enjoy the dynamic of authority, even as small as the actions themselves were. My sister seemed to be enjoying herself too, and I somehow imagined that she enjoyed the dynamic too, amused as the boys reveled in their control over her. I then entered the room and placed the bag on the coffee table in the middle of the room.
“Knock yourselves out,” I simply said as the guys started to look through the bag. I then took the scarf and tights from my pocket, approaching Ava and once again packing the tights into her mouth, this time tying a large knot in the center of the scarf before tying it under her hair as a tight cleave gag. She smirked and rolled her eyes as I stepped away with a smile, watching as Steve grabbed the lead and guided Ava over to the bottom of our staircase, just a few feet next to the couch. There was a larger post at the bottom of the railings, and it seemed like they were planning to tie her to it. They seemed to ditch the lead entirely, letting it fall to the floor as they had her get on her knees, sitting back on her heels.
Michael and Steve seemed to be taking charge, instructing Lucas, Jake, and Clark to start working on tying her upper body against the post as they started on her legs. Michael began by looping a rope around her ankle and upper thigh, tightening it, and wrapping it several more times before cinching it in between her thigh and her calf. Steve repeated this process on her other leg, carefully adjusting her skirt out of the way as he cinched the rope tightly. She now sat with her legs tied in their bent position, unable to extend them at all. Yet they weren’t satisfied yet. Even as the other boys finished binding her to the post, having added more rope at her waist, chest, and shoulders, Michael and Steve continued to bind her legs. They each added a rope further up her legs, wrapping it just above her knee and around her shin, cinching it just as tightly as the previous bond. Ava groaned into the gag dramatically, attempting to strain her legs out with little success, only causing the light fabric of her dress to sway a bit. They all stood back and looked over her helplessness, seemingly not quite satisfied. Steve returned to the bag, grabbing a couple zipties and approaching Ava once again. He knelt beside her and slipped the ziptie around her leg in between the two ropes already binding her, tightening it and pulling it until the ziptie pressed a bit into her tights-clad thigh. He then did the exact same thing with her other leg, before taking a pocket knife and cutting off the ends of the zipties that stuck out.
“There, everyone happy now?” Steve asked the group, getting a consistent reaction of nods and grins. I even admitted an amused shrug as I saw Ava subtly nod. After a few minutes of watching and teasing her, the group returned to the couches to play some more games. However, I noticed that Michael took some time to carefully untie the lead I had tied onto Ava earlier, coiling it up neatly and setting it back in the bag with the rest of the materials. We continued to hang out, play games, and all the while each of my friends would steal glances over at Ava’s trussed-up form. Sometimes one of the boys would get enough guts to go take a picture of her, or even with her, posing like some dastardly villain. Eventually, I noticed that Ava had settled into her helplessness, softly moaning and gently testing her bonds every now and then.
We passed the next hour quickly, barely noticing as the time went by until the headlights of my mom’s car pulled into the driveway. Steve pointed it out, and everyone suddenly looked to me. All I could think to do was look over at Ava, who met my gaze, grinned into her gag, and struggled playfully. I chuckled through a sigh and looked around at all of my friends, shrugging nonchalantly as we heard clicking heels approach the door. We quickly reengaged with our games and chatter as my mom walked through the door, looking a bit exasperated.
“Hey Mom! Did things at the office go okay?” I asked genuinely as she glanced over my friends with an amused but warm smile.
"Oh, it was alright. But I was practically the only one keeping those meetings going,” she briefly explained before turning her attention to the group. “Hello boys,” she politely greeted them before turning specifically to me, “I hope you included your sister in this decision.”
"Oh, I absolutely did; she even had some input on the matter,” I told my mom as I couldn’t help but grin, gesturing over to Ava, still helplessly bound and gagged. My mom moved a step to be able to see what I had gestured to, and she immediately hung her head and chuckled.
“At this point, I’m not even surprised.” She spent another moment looking her bondage up and down, meeting Ava’s gaze for a moment before stifling a bit of a laugh. “With how much I’ve had to wrangle this evening, I almost envy her.”
As soon as I heard the words, I raised an eyebrow and looked at her with brewing intrigue. She met my gaze for a moment before looking around at each of the boys, seeing the gears of mischief turning in their heads as they all exchanged looks. My mom immediately put the pieces together and realized the idea she had unintentionally put in everyone’s head, rolling her eyes with a laugh.
"Oh, alright, I guess I’ve had my fill of authority for today,” she sarcastically commented, walking over to set her bags on the counter before returning to the center of the room and sitting on the edge of the coffee table. To our amazement, she then picked up the bag full of materials and began to look through them curiously. “Luckily for you, it looks like you didn’t use all of the rope on Ava,” she teased, pulling out coils of rope and tossing one to each boy. “Of course, even if you run out, you should have enough extra supplies to handle anything.” As she continued her observations, she laid out the belts, zipties, and rolls of tape and vet wrap. “Now go on. I won’t bite, especially if you’ve got me all trussed up,” she noted playfully, giggling at our stunned expressions as she placed her arms together behind her back, interlocking her fingers, as well as crossing her ankles and sitting on the edge of the table with her feet resting on the ground.
It was as if everyone suddenly regained consciousness at once, and within an instant, all of the guys were uncoiling their ropes and approaching my mother. She simply sat there elegantly, grinning as the boys began looping rope around her body in quick succession like some sort of tying machine.
“Kyle,” she looked up at me, still calm and unmoving as she continued to be tied. “Maybe you could go fetch some items for a gag?” She playfully suggested, smiling at my surely blushing face as I quickly made my way to her bedroom in compliance. I embarrassingly but immediately went into her hosiery drawer and looked through it until I selected a pair of thick black tights, as well as two scarves in the same color. After gathering the materials, I took my time returning to the group. My anticipation built as I slowly descended the stairs until I finally saw her.
My mom sat in one of our kitchen chairs, entirely unable to move. As I approached her, I circled around the chair, drinking in the details and depth of her bondage. Ropes were tightly wrapped and cinched around her wrists and above and below her elbows, with more ropes binding her to the chair at her waist, chest, and shoulders. I also noticed the snug yoke chest harness that had been tied securely around her breasts. Her stockinged legs were thoroughly bound as well, with tight ropes cinched and knotted at her crossed ankles, her calves, above and below her knees, and even ropes binding her lap down into her seat. I grinned as I noticed that her high heels had also been tied to her feet before her ankles had been pulled back and tied up to her wrists, essentially putting her in a snug hogtie in the chair.
All of my friends sat surrounding her, seemingly inspecting all of their work with excitement and pride. I then kneeled right next to her and held up the tights for her to see, balling them up tightly. She hung her head and laughed softly at the predictable selection before leaning close and whispering in my ear. “Just make sure things don’t get too out of hand, but we can all have our fun.”
She then sat up straight in her seat and opened her mouth wide, looking expectantly as I gently packed the tights between her lips. I then took the first scarf and tied a thick knot in the middle of it, placing it right between her teeth before tying it tightly behind her head, under her hair. Next, I folded up the second scarf a bit, placing it carefully over her cleave-gagged mouth and tying it in place exactly like the first scarf, creating a thorough and layered gag. I gave her an amused smile that she returned despite her thick gag, before I sat back down on one of the couches and pulled out my phone, snapping some pictures and quick videos of my mom’s predicament. Most of the guys did the same, some of them even posing with her like they had with Ava, and she played along through all of it. As we then turned some of our attention back to the TV, playing a few games, she seemed to settle into her helplessness just like Ava.
After about an hour, Michael and Lucas got up from their seats and approached my mom, kneeling behind and in front of her and beginning to untie her from the chair. I watched curiously as they untied her ankles from the chair, as well as her waist, lap, and upper body. They soon had her standing up in front of her chair, with her ankles now untied, still thoroughly bound from her thighs to her shoulders. Michael then reached up and took the rope that had been used to lead Ava and weaved it through her chest harness, drawing the slack out into a lead of her own. As Michael took hold of the lead, I noticed Lucas picking up the bag of materials with a mischievous grin.
I gave my friends a curious look as they smirked, before briefly turning my gaze to my mom to see her simply shrug and begin to walk forward as they gently pulled on the lead a bit. Only the sound of her heels clicking along the floor broke the silence that the rest of us were left in as Michael and Lucas guided my mother out of the room, watching as she elegantly complied and strutted along with them. Amused and curious, I didn’t interfere as she followed them up the stairs and down the hall toward her bedroom.
I waited a few minutes as the rest of us joked and imagined in anticipation before I left the group to go see what was going on upstairs. Right as I was making my way down the hall, Michael and Lucas stepped out of my mom’s room, closing the door behind them.
"Oh, hey Kyle. We were just checking in with your mom, and she said we can all stay the night if that works for you!” Michael told me with a grin. I knowingly raised an eyebrow and chuckled,
“Yeah, that should be fun. I’m just gonna say goodnight to her, and I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” I immediately saw them exchange a look of amusement at my response, and I started to put the pieces together in my head.
“Of course, man. Don’t worry, we made sure she was properly tucked in for the night.” Lucas teasingly informed me, stifling a chuckle as they headed past me back downstairs. I sighed with unsurprised curiosity and approached the door to my mom’s room, slowly opening it to reveal what I had suspected.
My mother now lay on her bed, her upper body still bound as before, but she had now been put into a secure hogtie as well. Her legs were bound at her crossed ankles, above and below her knees, and her thighs, before her feet had been drawn up to her wrists with a snug hogtie rope. I also noticed that Michael and Lucas had added ropes to tie her down to the bed in her hogtied position, ensuring that she couldn’t roll off the bed even if she wanted to. I couldn’t help but grin as I noticed the finishing touches of a sleep mask being secured over her eyes, and her high heels were set neatly beside her bed. Since she couldn’t see me, I decided to have a bit of fun and crept towards the end of her bed, quickly grabbing her ankles and tickling her stockinged feet.
“MMMMmmphphph!” She immediately burst out laughing and yelling into her gag as I tickled and caressed her nylon soles ruthlessly. After a couple more minutes, I finally released my grip and chuckled as I watched her wiggle her feet back and forth in frustration, one of the only movements she could do. I then moved to undo her gag, removing both scarves and the tights that packed her mouth.
“That tickling was rude, young man.” She sternly commented through a smile. “So I hear that your friends are going to stay the night; it looks like Ava and I are going to have our hands full, well, tied, I guess.” My mom joked, lightly shimmying in her bonds.
"Yeah, I’ll make sure Ava gets tucked in as well,” I sarcastically assured her, imagining how she might end up for the night. “So... do you want me to untie you? Or...” I asked somewhat hesitantly, unsure of how far her willingness would go.
“No, I’ll be alright. Besides, I’d hate to spoil your friends’ elaborate scheme. I would imagine they would be disappointed to find out you freed me.” My eyes went a bit wide as she explained her reasoning, accepting her helplessness for the foreseeable future. She likely sensed that my silence indicated a shocked reaction, as she chuckled softly and sighed. “Now you better go ahead and gag me again; I can play along properly.” I still couldn’t manage to say a word; instead, I swiftly complied and gently packed the tights back into her mouth before taking several strips of duct tape and plastering them over her lips until the bottom half of her face was covered in tape.
“Okay, well, goodnight Mom,” I said in a mix of giddiness and disbelief. She giggled into her gag before making an attempt to respond.
“Gmmmnmmpht!” I took one last look at her predicament, unable to contain my grin as I closed her bedroom door behind me. As I headed down the hall towards the stairs, I heard some strange sounds from Ava’s room, and I noticed that her door had now been closed. I listened curiously for a moment before cracking open her door and looking inside.
My sister lay on her bed just like my mom, except her legs were still frogtied, and she now had more ropes connecting her bound arms to her waist and to her legs for extra security. Like our mom, she was also secured down to the bed with some extra ropes, a sleep mask had been snugly placed over her eyes, and she had the same gag from earlier.
“Looks like you got tucked in nicely.” I teased her as I slowly traced a finger along her tights-clad calf, noticing her startle at my sudden appearance.
“Nmph kmmdmnn.” She retorted sarcastically into her gag, wiggling her feet back and forth.
“Well, goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.” She sighed deeply at my teasing, but giggled a bit nonetheless.
“Gddnmmpht,” Ava simply responded, before returning to softly squirming and straining in her bonds as I exited her room and closed the door behind me.
Finally returning to the group downstairs, my friends and I all exchanged knowing glances and grins before we realized how late it was and decided to call it a night. We each found a spot on the couches or even the carpet, and I laid there with my imagination going wild until I fell asleep at last.
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A thin ray of sunlight streaked through a window and hit me right in the eyes, waking me up as I sat up from my sprawled-out position on my couch. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, before I noticed that I sat alone in the room, all of my friends were absent. My mind immediately started wandering and imagining where they could be or what they could be getting up to, and I stood up to go find out. I quickly went upstairs, only to find that both my mom’s and Ava’s rooms were empty as well, leaving me to search through the rest of the house for everyone. Heading back downstairs, I made my way into the lounge and immediately found some of the group.
Steve and Clark stood around one of our couches, upon which Ava lay helplessly. She was wrapped from head to toe in a smooth and tight layer of duct tape, mummifying her all the way up to her mouth, which was also wrapped in tape. Over the tape, I noticed belts and straps were secured around her ankles, above and below her knees, around her waist and arms, and above and below her chest. As she saw me enter the room, she rolled her eyes playfully, wriggling back and forth with what little mobility she had.
"Oh, hey Kyle, morning.” Steve turned and greeted me, looking proud as he stood over my bound and gagged sister.
“Hey, what do you guys have going on here? And where is everyone else?” I asked.
"Well, I just figured since Ava seemed to have so much fun with it last night, why not just keep the fun going and have her stay tied up?” he admitted with a shrug, causing Ava to blush a bit at how clearly her enjoyment was known. “The rest of the guys are in the backyard; I think your mom is with them.” I thought for a moment, meeting Ava’s gaze before giving Steve and Clark a grin.
“Okay, well, then make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. I’m gonna go check in with the others.” The three of us exchanged fist bumps, and I went out to the backyard, opening our sliding glass door to find Michael, Lucas, and Jake sitting on our patio seats, with my mom in a chair beside them.
She now wore a short white sleeveless dress that hugged her figure, paired with black tights and white high heels. Her legs were unbound, and she sat with one crossed over the other, but her upper body was another story entirely. Her arms were bound together behind her back at her wrists and her elbows, and another rope around her waist secured her forearms to her back. A snug bikini harness was also tied around her chest, accentuating her body along with the help of the neckline of her dress. My friends had obviously taken the liberty to tie those ropes very tight in particular, but my mom didn’t seem to be irritated by it.
“Good morning, Kyle. How did you sleep?” She asked me casually, a playful smile on her face.
“Not too bad. How did you sleep?” I returned the question, putting emphasis on the night she must have had.
"Oh, I’d say as snug as a bug in a rug,” she joked knowingly, shimmying in her bonds lightly. I looked over at my friends, who played ignorant, as Michael gave me a shrug of innocence and took a sip from his glass of water.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and a small surge of panic shot through me as I wondered who it might be before Jake spoke up.
"Oh, that must be my mom; she’s here to pick me and Clark up. I’ll go get her; I’m sure she’ll want to thank you,” he told my mother before standing and heading inside towards the door. I turned to my mom with a slight worry, surprised that she seemed perfectly fine with someone else seeing her like this. A moment later, Jake returned with his mom, with Clark following them both. She stepped out into the yard and immediately looked my mom up and down with a chuckle of amused surprise.
“Hi Kate, it’s good to see you! It looks like you’ve had an interesting start to the day. Did these rascals do this to you?” She asked teasingly, but clearly still curious about my mom’s predicament.
“Hi Jane, you don’t know the half of it.” My mom laughed. "Yes, it seems I’ve been made captive for right now, but they’re perfectly polite houseguests otherwise.” She joked and uncrossed her legs, standing up and slowly turning around for Jake’s mom to be able to see all of the details of her bonds.
“Wow, I’m surprised the boys are even able to tie that sort of stuff. It looks like I’m coming to your rescue, taking these two off your hands.” She gestured to Jake and Clark with a grin, both of them blushing a little bit.
"Oh, it’s quite alright; I’m happy to have them any time.” As they continued a bit of small talk, my mom and I walked the three of them to the door, and I waved goodbye as they got into their car and drove off. Just as they left, I saw a mail truck pull up right in front of our house, and a young man hopped out onto our sidewalk with a package in hand. As he approached our porch, my mom called out to him pleasantly,
“Good morning. How are you doing today?” I noticed his stride slow and his eyebrows raise as he got close enough to see the ropes that bound my mom.
“Uhh, I-I’m doing alright, ma’am. Are you doing okay there?” He asked with a bit of hesitant curiosity.
"Oh, of course, but I appreciate the check-in. This one and a few of his friends decided that I would make a great damsel in distress,” she teased, nudging me playfully with her bound hands.
"Well, I can’t say they’re wrong from what I can see.” He grinned a bit as he now understood the situation, handing the package to me with a subtle wink and nod. "Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Good luck with the escape!” He called as he entered his truck with a clear grin and took off down the road. My surprise remained immense after each of those events took place in such a shocking and thrilling manner, but I followed my mom back into the house, watching as she elegantly walked back to the yard despite her bondage.
As we returned to my friends, I saw that Steve was now with Michael and Lucas, and my imagination wandered to consider what Ava’s predicament might be. “Alright boys, do you all have a ride home?” My mom asked, facing her group of captors.
“Yes, Miss Bennett. Michael is gonna take us all home,” Lucas answered as they all stood and began making their way towards the front door.
“Good to see you guys; thanks for hanging out.” I said my goodbyes, giving them fist bumps as they left with knowing smirks, before I closed the door and finally prepared to address the situation in my house itself.
My mom immediately went to the lounge, where we found Ava still laying there, helplessly mummified. She let out a long groan into her gag, and my mom laughed softly and hung her head in amusement, sitting on the couch across from Ava, crossing one leg over the other.
"Well, Ava, it seems we’ve finally gotten rid of all our captors, except maybe one,” she joked, turning to look at me as I followed her into the room. I walked over to Ava and kneeled down beside her as I began to unwrap the tape from around her mouth, chuckling under my breath as she then spit out a pair of navy tights into my hand.
"Well thanks Kyle.” She sarcastically grumbled, but was unable to hide the tiny smile on her face. “Are you going to unwrap any more of me?” I pretended to consider for a moment before I sat her up on the couch and started to unbuckle the belts along her body. As I then began removing tape from all across her body, we were greeted with a somewhat surprising sight underneath.
Ava had changed into a form-fitting light blue leotard, along with opaque white tights. She was also adorned with ropes around her ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, elbows, and chest. I also noticed that once again, a rope was tied around her waist and tightly pulled down between her legs before being connected to her wrists. I was still curious about the rope’s purpose and noticed Ava blushing heavily as my mom raised an eyebrow and gave Ava a serious look.
“Ava…how did that happen?” My mom asked sternly, nodding towards the rope.
“Well…I-I might have possibly introduced the idea.” Ava meekly replied, still blushing. I wanted to ask what all of this was about and what was special about that rope, but I held my tongue as my mom seemed to contemplate Ava’s explanation. After a long moment of silence, my mom sighed deeply and hung her head, and I could barely see a tiny, exasperated grin on her face.
“You are going to have to get a hold of yourself, young lady,” my mom finally said with a slight chuckle. "Soon, if you have it your way, you’ll be bound and gagged 24/7.”
The mention of such an idea, even in a joking comment, made my heart rush with excitement at the thought. My mom seemed to notice my sudden intrigue as my imagination wandered, playfully kicking me in the leg. “See, you’re already giving him ideas. This time next week we’ll be dressed up and tied up every day.” She teased me as my face flushed red, realizing that my attractions and interests in both bondage and attire were not as subtle as I had hoped.
“It’s alright, Kyle; this can be fun for all of us,” Ava sincerely commented, and I saw a nod of agreement from my mom, which lifted my spirits a bit. I then began untying Ava’s ankles, working my way up her legs until they were entirely unbound. After that, I freed her wrists, elbows, and chest, leaving the rope around her waist for her to untie as I was too uncertain about its effect. Ava then stood up and gingerly untied the last rope, biting her lip as it was finally removed from her body. She and my mom seemed to exchange a knowing glance before my mom cleared her throat to get my attention, shimmying in her bonds for emphasis. I quickly hurried over and started by untying the chest harness, trying to be a little careful with the placement of my hands. As I worked on untying her, Ava picked up her tights from her gag and headed off to her room, still blushing lightly.
“Kyle, may I ask you something?” I felt a bit of nervousness creep up inside me as my mom spoke, but I decided to hear her out.
“Um, yeah Mom, of course.” She seemed to think for a moment before addressing me after what felt like an eternity of silence.
“Well…I know that all this is fun for you; you seem to enjoy it. Your sister and I being tied up, I mean. I’m just curious—what is it about all of this?” I removed the last bit of rope from her chest before I stopped, contemplating my next words deeply, trying to figure out how to convey what I felt.
“I mean, you and Ava are always the ones in charge.” I started, “You’re my parent, and she’s my big sister. So it sometimes feels like I’m at the bottom of the totem-pole. But when we play these games, When you or Ava are tied up. It's exciting to feel like the one in charge. It's thrilling, and it feels like something I should almost get in trouble for. But when you both play along, it feels really exciting!" By the time I finished speaking I noticed my confidence and enthusiasm had built up as I found my way through my words. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to get too carried away." My mom smiled at me sincerely,
“No, don’t worry. That makes sense to me.” I was immediately glad to know that she at least understood my feelings, but I wondered what she still might think about them. “I want you to know that however it might feel, there is no totem-pole that you are at the bottom of. We are a family and love you and your sister so much.” She gave me a warm smile with her words and I knew she meant what she said. “Now that being said, you’ll be pleased to know that I actually understand that feeling in my own way. Like I said last night, that I was so stressed and frustrated from running all the meetings and having to be in charge of so many things, that I honestly did envy Ava’s position a little bit."
I was a bit surprised by her admission. I figured that she didn’t mind the games, but it was nice to know that she even had comparable feelings to my own. "I know there are certain things that might make things more exciting, certain outfits and clothes you boys like. Particular ties and ropes that can look...interesting. But I trust you, and I'm okay with all this. I think Ava probably has different reasonings, but I know she feels the same way."
My heart raced slightly at the confirmation, both excited and encouraged by my mom’s words. “Thanks Mom,” I simply said, returning her warm smile and getting back to untying her elbows. A moment later, her body was free of every rope, and she stood to stretch, rubbing her arms softly. She then gave me a tight hug, before declaring that she needed a bath after such a long day of captivity, and heading upstairs to her room. I spent the next few minutes going around the house and gathering up all of the different materials that had been used since last night, returning them to the bag that previously held them.
“What a day!” I said to myself in disbelief and amusement, before I heard Ava call out from her room,
“You have no idea!”