“Good morning. Today we are going to be covering chapter 13. Let’s begin.”

I leaned back in my desk seat near the back of the room as my English class began, with only two things keeping me awake. Firstly, the fact that my phone remained just out of sight thanks to my desk, and secondly, my teacher, Miss Green. Clara Green was my youngest teacher this year and my most beautiful. The 26-year-old redhead was not only a kind and creative teacher, but it was agreed by nearly any boy in the 9th grade that she was incredibly attractive. She had a toned and ample figure that was always paired with professional and elegant attire. Lots of dresses, skirts, heels, hosiery—all the things a boy could want. Today she wore a sleeveless grey dress, along with tan hose and matching grey heels, and I’ll admit that I barely caught a word of her lecture.

The other form of distraction that plagued me was my wandering imagination, which kept reminiscing about the bondage games I had played with my mother and sister. With my phone already out, I felt the creeping temptation to pull up the numerous pictures and videos of our games to once again inspect the thrilling site of my rope work in action. The risk of looking at something like that in public made me hesitate for a moment, but I dared to open the album on my phone and slowly start scrolling through the pictures. Between me and my friends, we had amassed a large gallery of our helpless damsels, and I saw both Ava and my mom tied to chairs, hogtied, tied to posts, being led while tied up, etc. I finally stopped scrolling and tapped on a picture of my mom tightly bound to a chair with rope and gagged with a large knotted scarf before I suddenly heard someone clear their throat loudly just beside me.

My heart practically stopped beating, and I quickly looked up to see Ms. Green standing right next to my desk, looking down at me in disapproval, but her expression was replaced with curiosity when she glanced down at my phone in my hand.

“Kyle, we’ve begun working on the chapter assignment for this week; why don’t you get started on that.” She instructed me calmly before her expression flickered back into curiosity. “Please stay a little longer at the end of class; I’d like to meet with you and discuss some things.” I looked back down at my desk as my face flushed red, listening to the clicking of her heels as she walked back to her desk and sat down.

“Well, this is it,” I thought to myself, figuring I was about to be in the biggest trouble of my life.

I tried to get as much of the assignment done as possible before I heard the bell inevitably ring, watching as the rest of the students got up and filed out of the room. After everyone else was gone, I slowly got up and nervously made my way over to Ms. Green’s desk, sitting in the chair opposite her as my heart raced with anticipation.

“So Kyle,” she began, “I noticed you were distracted on your phone today, and it’s not the first time.”

I looked down at my feet, guilty as can be, “You’re right, Ms. Green; I’m sorry.”

She smiled at me genuinely, “I’m not upset with you, Kyle. But I want you to do your best in this class, and I can’t help but notice that it seems like your mind is elsewhere.” She paused to let me speak, but I didn’t even know where to begin to try and explain. “Kyle…may I see what you were looking at on your phone?”

I silently nodded and pulled out my phone with shaking hands, opening the same photo she had caught a glimpse of and handing it to her. Ms. Green took the phone from me, and I saw her eyes go wide as she inspected the picture, zooming in on different parts of it. “Wow…” she simply said, sounding more interested and almost amused than upset. “Is that your mother?” I finally looked up at her and nodded, still unsure of how to proceed, but slightly relieved that she didn’t appear to be angry.

“Y-yeah it is. We, uh, we play games like that sometimes…” I tried to give any sort of explanation as she began to scroll through a few more of the pictures, no doubt seeing my mom bound and gagged in numerous ways.

“I see, and why were you looking at these now?”

I felt myself blush a bit, “Well, I just couldn’t stop thinking about them. They’re fun, and I haven’t been able to do anything like that in a while…” By the time I had gotten to the end of my explanation, I realized I had started rambling and quietly trailed off. Ms. Green set my phone down on her desk, looking at me intently.

“It’s alright, Kyle; I think I understand.” I then watched as she sat there for a moment, thinking deeply. “I think it would be good for us to have a meeting with your mom to discuss some of these things.” I felt dread and embarrassment immediately fill my mind, wondering how a meeting with my mom about this subject would go. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. I just want to clear this up for you to help you get back on track in the class.” She gave me a sincere smile and handed me back my phone as I stood from her desk and prepared to leave.

“By the way,” she called out before I exited the room. “That looked like some pretty good tying, if I do say so myself.” I blushed even more, but felt myself grin a tiny bit as I left the classroom and headed to my next class.

When I arrived at my house later that day, I was immediately greeted by my mom, who had gotten off of work early. "Hey, sweetie, I hope school went well. I got an email from Ms. Green saying she wants to meet with me tomorrow. Is everything okay?” I cringed at her words, hoping I could avoid an explanation at the moment.

"Yeah, I think so, did she say what it was about?”

“No, not specifically. But it never hurts to have a bit of a parent teacher conference.” I wasn’t sure I entirely agreed under these circumstances, but I didn’t want to bring it up any further, so I headed up to my room to relax and try not to think about tomorrow.

But tomorrow came all too soon, and in no time I was back in Ms. Green’s class, trying my hardest to pay attention. She was even more alluring today, wearing a black suit vest over a collared white blouse, along with a short black skirt, black stockings, and black high heels. Her wavy red hair was up in a high ponytail, and I noticed her catch my gaze as she adjusted her glasses. Once the bell finally rang, I got up to leave, and Ms. Green beckoned me over to her desk.

“The meeting today will be at 4:00; just after school gets out, you can come meet us here in my classroom.” she informed me, smiling cheerily as I then departed for my next class. I sat through the rest of my classes in anticipation as I imagined how the meeting could go, worrying about what my mom might think of it all.

I watched as the clock dragged on from 1:00 to 2:00 to 3:00, until finally that last hour approached its end. As the 3:45 bell rang, I packed my stuff and started walking across campus back to Ms. Green’s classroom, waiting until exactly 4:00 to try the door, surprised to find it locked. I waited a moment and decided to try knocking, unsure if I was early or if something else had come up. Within a moment, I heard the sound of clicking heels approaching the door, and I heard the lock click as the heeled footsteps faded back into the room. I was certainly a bit confused by the odd welcome, but I nonetheless opened the door, stepping inside to the most bewildering situation I may have ever found myself in.

My mom sat in one of the student desk-chairs in the front row, just across from Ms. Green’s desk, wearing a white buttoned blouse, a short navy skirt, black stockings, and matching high heels. Her wrists and elbows were tightly bound together over the back of the chair, being anchored down to the base of the chair with another rope as well. Her upper body was adorned with a snug bikini harness, along with more ropes binding her waist and lap to her seat. Next, I saw that her legs were bound with ropes above and below her knees and at her ankles, which were also anchored to the base of the chair with another rope. Finally, a red scarf with a large knot in the middle of it was tied securely between her teeth, with more cloth likely stuffing her mouth to complete the gag.

“Hello Kyle! Come on in,” Ms. Green said brightly as I approached her desk with confusion, taking a seat where I could see both women.

“Um…why is my mom tied up?” I couldn’t help but ask, glancing over at her as she merely shrugged in her bonds and lightly struggled.

“Well, I think it was pretty clear that this was the root of your distraction, so I figured what better way to overcome it than to face it head on.” My teacher reasoned, “Besides, I think I’ve already heard everything I need to from her for right now.” She said with a playful smile. For the moment, I simply sighed and went along with it, glancing over at my mom with building excitement as I watched her strain against the ropes. “You know, I think I can see how these games might cause your mind to wander,” she lightly teased me, drawing my attention away from my struggling mother. “But like I said, I don’t want this to keep you from doing your best in this class, got it?”

I nodded meekly as I tried to focus on maintaining eye contact with my teacher, and do my best not to look over at my helpless mom on the other side of the desk. “Now, I do still hope you can gain something from this meeting. Which is why I would like to make you an offer.” My attention was quickly drawn back to Ms. Green as she stood from her desk and opened one of its drawers, removing from it nearly a dozen coils of white rope that she placed on the desk. “What you are going to do is tie me up as well, and then finish the rest of your chapter assignment, despite the extreme distractions. Once you do that, no more sitting on your phone in class. Deal?” As she gave me the instructions, she walked over and sat in the seat next to my mom, placing her arms together over the back of the chair and placing her ankles together as well.

“Y-yes ma’am.” I quickly fought through my shock and did my best to sound confident, not questioning the offer I had just received. I swiftly grabbed my first coil of rope and looped it around her wrists, wrapping it around several times before cinching it as tightly as I could. Next, I bound her elbows so securely that they touched together once I cinched the ropes, and I then began tying her upper body, mimicking the bikini harness that she had tied on my mom. With her shoulders pulled back, her chest thrust forward, and her breasts framed tightly in rope, I had to cling to every signal my brain was sending me to keep working instead of staring. I tied the next couple ropes around her waist and her lap, pinning her down in her seat, before I began on her legs. I started at her ankles, binding them together as tightly as I could, even winding rope through the arches of her heels to keep them tied to her feet. I then tied ropes above and below her knees just as tightly. As I cinched the last rope between her thighs, I noticed that when she had sat down, her skirt had ridden up a bit, and I could see the tops of her stockings as well as the tiny hints of her garter belt. I felt myself blush as I tightly cinched the knot, standing up to grab another rope that I then used to tie her ankles to her wrists, essentially hogtying her in the chair. “There, is that okay, Ms. Green?” I asked, confident in my ropework.

“Yes, Kyle. You did quite a good job,” she confirmed, wriggling in her bonds for emphasis, turning to my mom with a grin. “I can see why you play these games,” my teacher playfully said before turning back to address me. “Though if I may suggest an additional rule, get some homework done whenever you’ve got your mom all tied up.” I couldn’t help but grin a bit at her suggestion, returning her playful look as she continued her instructions. “Now, why don’t you gag me, and then you can start on your assignment. There are some scarves in the top right drawer.”

I followed her directions and selected a black scarf and a white scarf. I balked up the black scarf and approached my teacher, who already had her lips parted wide in anticipation as I gently packed the cloth into her mouth. I then tied a large knot in the white scarf and placed it right between her teeth, tying it tightly at the back of her head under her bright red ponytail. She moaned sharply into her gag, gesturing with her head over to her desk, and I followed her direction and pulled out the assignment. Sitting down at Ms. Green’s desk, both of the bound and gagged women were facing me as I tried to keep my head down and work on the assignment. As I read through the questions, answering them as best as I could, I couldn’t help but listen to the ladies’ gagged mumbles as they struggled and moaned. Eventually they both seemed to settle into their predicament, with the only sounds in the room now being the scribble of my pencil, the occasional creek of a chair, the soft swishing of stockinged legs rubbing against each other, and the sharp clicking of heels tapping the ground. I would be lying if I said I didn’t take my time on the assignment, sneaking glances up at the bound women as I pretended to think about the questions deeply.

But after about 20 minutes, I finally finished the worksheet, placing it on the desk connected to Ms. Green’s seat for her to inspect. I watched as she looked down at the paper for a few minutes, her eyes scanning over my answers behind her glasses, before she looked up at me cheerfully. “Grhht jhb! Aah Plshh!” I smiled at her muffled praise, relieved to have gotten such a high grade, but curious what would happen now that I was finished. After a moment, Ms. Green once again mumbled into her gag and motioned for me to come and remove it. I walked around behind her and undid the knot of the cleave gag, removing it and holding out my hand for her to spit the other scarf into. She then simply worked her jaw around for a moment and licked her lips before speaking calmly, as if nothing unusual were happening.

"Well, look at you! You did wonderfully.” Ms. Green brightly complimented me, clapping her bound hands together in dramatic applause. “Now, I think this has been a very productive meeting. Ms. Bennett, do you have anything you would like to add?” She asked, looking over at my mother, who sat next to her.

“Nnhhp, ghhd jhb Khhl!” My mom simply commented through her gag, before returning to lightly struggling in her seat as she watched my teacher decide what would happen next.

“Alright, if you think you’re all set, then you can untie me, and we will call it a day,” Ms. Green offered, and I knelt and began removing the ropes from her ankles, as well as the ropes that kept her hogtied in her seat. I then began working my way up her legs, untying each of the tight ropes adorning her, spending several more minutes untying her upper body until she finally stood free from the seat. “Thank you, Kyle. Now if you would like to go get your things from your locker, I can take care of your mother.”

I was slightly hesitant to leave the room, but I figured things couldn’t exactly get more out of hand. I stepped out of the classroom and started walking down the hall to my locker, which happened to be dreadfully far from Ms. Green’s classroom.

After probably 15 minutes of walking there and back, I returned to Ms. Green’s classroom only to find it empty, with only a large message written on the chalkboard.

“Ms. Green and the hot mom are in the sports closet; come and get them anytime.”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation and frustration, slightly offended at the description of my mom, though I understand why boys would say such things. “What have you gotten yourself into now, Mom?” I muttered to myself as I left the room once again to head to the sports closet.

The gymnasium was eerily quiet as I walked through the large building towards the closet at the end, my footsteps echoing loudly. As I approached the door with anticipation, I noticed a letter taped to the door, which I picked up and read before entering.

“Your presents are all nice and wrapped up; we took good care of them. But they had some fun too; don’t worry. Honestly, your mom seemed perfectly fine to go along with everything as long as we agreed to give Ms. Green the same treatment. Anyways, have fun rescuing your little damsels in distress.”

I once again rolled my eyes and sighed deeply, bracing myself for the situation I might find inside. I saw my mom first, who still sat tied to her seat, though now she was tied considerably more thoroughly than before.

More ropes had been added to her legs at her calves and thighs, and I saw that her hands had been wrapped in tape completely. Tape was also tightly wrapped above and below her chest, and her gag now consisted of her mouth being stuffed and then wrapped in copious layers of duct tape. Despite all of this, the expression on her face confused me; she appeared to be grinning beneath her gag in satisfaction. I then remembered what the letter mentioned about my mom insisting that Ms. Green got the same treatment, and my eyes went wide as I saw the reason for my mom’s expression.

Ms. Green lay on her front on a large desk at the end of the closet, in the tightest hogtie I have ever seen. Her hands were thoroughly wrapped in tape, just like my mom’s, with tight ropes binding her arms at her wrists and above and below her elbows. I also blushed as I noticed that her shirt had been slightly unbuttoned, revealing her black lacy bra and the strict bikini harness that had been tied around her breasts, arms, and shoulders. Her legs had also been tightly bound at her crossed ankles, with her heels being tied to her feet as well, her calves, above and below her knees, and her thighs. With how strenuous the tie was, I saw that her tight skirt had ridden up to the point that I saw the tops of her stockings and the garters that held them up, again noticing the rope around her thighs just below that point. A rope had then been tied to her ankles, pulling them all the way up until they nearly touched her wrapped hands, with the rope being tied off to her elbow and chest bonds. I then saw that one last rope had been carefully woven into her long red ponytail before being pulled and connected all the way back to her ankles, holding her head back and keeping her body arched even more. As she moaned into her gag helplessly, I saw that her gag was now similar to my mother’s: a stuffed mouth and probably a dozen wraps of duct tape around her face. She was also now blindfolded with one of her scarves, rendering her entirely and utterly helpless. Yet despite all of the strenuous and tight ropes and the thick and humiliating gag, she didn’t let out panicked cries or thrashing struggles. Instead, she slowly rocked back and forth in her bondage, softly moaning into her gag and wriggling in her helplessness.

I couldn’t help myself as I pulled out my phone and took some pictures and videos of her before moving over to my mom to do the same. “Smile!” I jokingly instructed her as I began taking pictures, grinning as she rolled her eyes but still playfully smiled behind her gag. After my documentation was finished, I swiftly removed my mom’s gag, plucking the balled-up scarf from her mouth after unwrapping the tape.

“Enjoying yourself?” She immediately teased me, likely noticing my excitement about the whole situation. I felt my face flush a bit.

"Oh, I don’t know; you seem to be the one with that smug grin on your face.” I retorted in amusement as my mom shrugged and turned to look at Ms. Green.

"Well, I was already tied up, so I didn’t exactly have much room to protest, but I’m glad to see that Ms. Green here was given equally pleasant treatment.”

I had to at least agree; they had spared no expense when rendering her helpless. I then knelt down and began untying my mom’s legs, eventually freeing her from the chair and allowing her to stand up despite her upper body still being thoroughly bound. I paused and turned to look at Ms. Green, approaching her next and untying the ropes that kept her hogtied and arched. My teacher let out an audible moan of relief as her body was released from its tight arch, letting her head hang as she breathed deeply. After helping her sit up on the edge of the table, I removed the scarf from around her eyes and undid her gag, waiting for her response as she caught her breath.

"Well, thank you for the rescue, Kyle. I think you might have earned yourself some extra credit. I’m going to have to have a chat with those boys later; it seems the football team is full of would-be kidnappers!” She exclaimed, sounding more amused than upset.

“So the football team kidnapped you two?” I asked in amazement as I knelt and began untying Ms. Green’s legs.

"Well, soon after you left my classroom, they must have gotten back from a late practice or something, and they saw your mother still bound and gagged. So they decided to have a bit of fun, and I got dragged into it as well.” As I moved on to untying her upper body, I pictured how that chaos must have gone down, grinning to myself a little bit at the idea. After another couple minutes, I finally unwrapped the last of the tape from around Ms. Green's hands, blushing slightly as she immediately fixed her blouse and skirt.

“Thank you again, Kyle.” She thanked me with a slightly coy smile. “Now I really must be getting back to my work; are you two going to be alright here?” My teacher looked at my mom as she asked, seeing her still bound from the waist up.

"Yeah, we’ll be all good. Thanks, Ms. Green. See you tomorrow!” I called out to her as she walked off across the gymnasium, her high heels echoing as they clicked along the floor. I then turned back to my mom, looking over her remaining bonds once more.

“Hey Mom, did you walk or drive here today?” I curiously asked, an idea forming in my mind. My mom looked puzzled and hesitated a moment before answering.

“I walked; why?” I grinned and pulled out one of the scarves and quickly packed it into her mouth, taking another with a large knot in the middle and tightly tying it between her teeth, gagging her just as she had been in Ms. Green’s classroom. “Mmppphhdhhn?” She mumbled into her gag in surprise, looking at me with a raised eyebrow as I added one more scarf flat over the cleave gag and her lips.

“Then we’ll walk home.”

I confidently decided as I looped a rope through her chest harness and held the slack as a lead, and after a dramatic eye roll and some groaning, she began to follow me out of the gymnasium. By now, almost everyone had left the school except for a few teachers, so the coast was clear as we made our way across campus, eventually exiting out onto the street. Lucky for my mom, I was wearing a jacket today that I took off and put around her shoulders, covering most of the ropes adorning her upper body except the chest harness. Our house was only about five blocks from the school, and aside from a few joggers and dog walkers, we eventually made it home without issue.

As I took my jacket off of my mom’s shoulders, she gave a deep sigh of relief into her gag, lightly kicking my leg with the toe of her heel. “Hey, you got yourself tied up this time; don’t look at me.” She simply grumbled into her gag and rolled her eyes before plopping herself down on the couch and crossing one leg over the other. I sat down next to her and untied the scarves from her mouth.

“So what happened with Ms. Green that led to you getting tied up?” After licking her lips, she seemed to be remembering the events in her head, softly chuckling to herself.

"Well, when I arrived, we had a nice introduction, we chatted a bit, and then she brought up the subject of our meeting." She began, “Ms. Green told me that you seemed absentminded during class, and that eventually she caught you looking at the pictures you’ve taken of our games. So she suggested that we take a hands-on approach to solving the issue, and you can see where that got us.” She said with a dry chuckle, shimmying in her bonds for emphasis.

“I see. Well, I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

 I said playfully as I stuffed one of the scarves back into her mouth before tying the knotted cleave gag tightly between her teeth. “But like Ms. Green said, I think I should use this time to get some homework done.” I told her, half-joking, as I grabbed the lead and walked with her upstairs to my room. After having her sit down on the edge of my bed, I grabbed my bag of binding materials and selected a few ropes that I used to bind her legs at her ankles, knees, and thighs. She then groaned into her gag as I rolled her on to her front, using one last rope to put her in a snug hogtie that I quickly made sure to take some pictures of.

"There. Now try not to be too distracting." I teased as I sat down at my desk across the room from her, opening up my textbook and starting a long assignment.

The next morning, I stood up as the bell finally rang, and I approached Ms. Green’s desk. Today she wore a tight red sweater, along with a dark grey skirt, black tights, and heels. "Hi, Ms. Green, how are you?” I curiously asked, wondering how she felt after yesterday’s events.

“Good morning, Kyle! You know, I’ve really been tied up in my work recently, but I’m finding today to be a lot more freeing.” She coyly responded, smiling playfully as she saw me catch on and blush lightly. “How have your assignments been going?” I grinned and placed my completed worksheet on her desk, and she immediately picked it up and glanced over it. “Wow, this is looking good! You think you’ve got things figured out then?” I thought for a moment before chuckling under my breath,

“Well, I might have had a bit of…study motivation.”