That night, as I stared at my ceiling trying to fall asleep, my imagination wandered to several daring ideas for the upcoming game with Ava and my mom. Eventually I settled on a couple ideas for the time being, and set an early alarm before drifting off to sleep. Several hours later, my alarm jolted me awake earlier than anyone else normally woke up. I quietly got up and got dressed, gathering some materials in anticipation of the plan I had in mind. I then left my room as quietly as I could and crept into Ava’s room, seeing her sound asleep in her bed. Sneaking up close to her, I gently but firmly placed a hand over her mouth, feeling her groan into my palm as she groggily woke up. A quick look of surprise flashed across her face before she realized it was me and immediately relaxed and rolled her eyes. I removed my hand as she sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes.
“What are you doing? It’s so early!” She aggressively whispered at me,
"Well, I wanted to get a head start on the game today and surprise Mom. You up for it?” I cautiously asked, worried that I had gone too far. Ava seemed to think for a moment, before hanging her head and letting out a sigh and a giggle.
“Alright fine, what do I need to do?” I was relieved and excited to see her playing along, as I figured she wouldn’t be able to resist the idea.
"Well, let’s decide on your outfit to start.” Ava nodded in agreement and got up to look through her wardrobe,
“You know, as exciting as last time was, we’ll probably need to tone down the outfit a bit since it’s not just us this time.” I was wondering about how to address that same thought, and was glad that we both understood the situation. After a few minutes, we settled on a look consisting of a black sports bra with tight athletic shorts of the same color, as well as black thigh-high socks.
“That should be good. Go change and then meet me in my room whenever you’re done.” I told her as she entered her bathroom, and I went back to my bedroom to prepare.
As I waited for Ava, I organized the supplies in my “bondage bag” and realized that my roll of black vet wrap was missing. I tried to think of where I might have left it, only for that question to be answered as Ava walked into my room. She tossed the roll to me, standing now in what was essentially a more casual version of the lingerie she wore the previous day. Her long blond hair was tied up into a high ponytail, and more surprisingly, several thick layers of vet wrap were tightly wrapped over her lips.
“You gagged yourself?” I wondered out loud, chuckling at her clear grin beneath her gag.
“Mmmhm!” She nodded playfully, before placing her wrists together out in front of her submissively. I rolled my eyes and smirked, both amused and excited by how quickly she had adopted her role as damsel in distress, though as usual she seemed anything but distressed. Deciding to humor her suggestion, I took a rope from the bag and wrapped it around her wrists a few times and cinched it, taking hold of the slack as a lead to guide her as I made my way downstairs. I led her to our living room, where I untied her wrists and had her stand beside a wooden support column in the room.
Bringing her wrists together behind her back, I retied them even tighter than before, also tying her elbows together just as securely. I then tied a snug yoke harness around her chest, cinching that tightly before wrapping a rope around her waist. We made eye contact for a moment, and Ava gave the slightest of nods as I took the slack from the rope down between her legs, pulling it tightly and connecting it to her bound wrists with a cinch. She closed her eyes as the crotch rope was secured, her breathing quickening for a moment. I then took more ropes and tied her legs together at her ankles, above and below her knees, and at her thighs, before I had her move to place her back against the column. Taking the last of the ropes, I tightly secured her bound body against the column at her ankles, calves, knees, thighs, waist, chest, and shoulders. Ava was now thoroughly helpless and rendered immobile, and she simply began to lightly squirm in her bonds calmly. I patted her gagged cheek teasingly and left to go to the kitchen to grab a quick snack, only for my mom to enter the room a few minutes later.
“Morning, Mom. How are you?” I brightly greeted my mother as she leaned against the counter opposite me.
“So far, so good,” she commented, glancing over to see Ava’s predicament. “Though I can imagine what’s in store for me today.” I grinned knowingly as she rolled her eyes at me and got a bite to eat before her participation in the game. After she was done, she beckoned me to come with her to her bedroom, and we immediately began looking through her wardrobe for an outfit.
“You know, Kyle, I don’t think I’ll want to be showing as much skin as your sister, but you can still pick something that will look nice.” I nodded in understanding, returning my attention to the many options of dresses, skirts, blouses, heels, and hosiery. One dress in particular quickly caught my eye, and I picked it up to better inspect it.
It was a short dress made of deep red velvet with an off-the-shoulder neckline and a flattering design. My mom seemed a little intimidated by my choice, but she did allow it. I also selected a pair of semi-opaque black stockings and a pair of red high heels that matched the dress well.
“Alright, once you’re done changing and getting ready, you can come meet me in your office.” She gathered up all the items I had chosen and entered her bathroom without hesitation, leaving me to select just a few more items before I went downstairs to prepare. I peaked back into her closet and grabbed a pair of opaque white tights, as well as two red scarves and one black scarf. Heading downstairs, I went into my mom’s office and stashed my extra materials in one of her desk drawers, laying out the rest of the supplies that I planned to use on my mom.
About ten minutes later, I heard the clicking of heels echo down the stairs as she made her way toward me. My mom entered the room elegantly, wearing the classy and flattering red dress, her legs clad in soft black nylon, and the red heels adorning her feet as she gracefully strode across the room, taking a seat in her desk chair. I noticed that her hair looked a bit more wavy and neat than before, and she had even put on some subtle makeup as well.
“Well? What do you think?” She asked me expectantly, crossing one leg over the other.
“I think you look very nice. You went all out!” I answered with honest enthusiasm, before I took out the materials I had prepared.
"Well, you picked the outfit, but I did think that such an occasion as this warranted my very best,” my mom said in a bit of a teasing tone.
“Well then I better rise to the occasion and give my very best as well,” I remarked as I laid out nearly a dozen leather straps and belts of various sizes across her desk for her to see. She raised an eyebrow as I picked up one of the belts and moved behind her, smirking as she draped her arms over the back of the chair and placed her wrists together. I swiftly looped the leather around her wrists, pulling it tight to remove all the slack, before buckling it as snugly as possible. She wiggled her fingers and tested her bonds for a moment before she gave up and relaxed as I approached her with several more belts. My mom said nothing as I secured a belt around her elbows and brought them together behind her back, and I then looped straps just below and just above her chest to secure her arms and body against the chair. Before I moved to her legs, I also added a long strap around her forearms and waist to further pin her against the chair and trap her arms. As I kneeled down in front of her, she instinctively went to uncross her legs and place them together, but I put a hand on her knee to interrupt her.
“Actually, stay like that. I want to try a new idea.” She simply raised an eyebrow, but did as I asked, keeping her right leg crossed over her left. I then took a belt and looped it around her crossed legs just above her knees, buckling it tightly to keep her legs in that position. Next, I added a belt that went just below her left knee and around the top of her right calf. A third belt went around her left ankle and the bottom of her right calf, thoroughly binding her legs together despite their slightly offset position. Lastly, I added a strap that secured her left ankle back against the base of the chair, as well as another strap around her upper thighs and the chair to pin her lap down in her seat. Stepping back, I looked over my handiwork carefully, satisfied to see everything holding tightly. With her arms draped back and her legs crossed, she looked like she might simply be elegantly reclining in the chair if it weren’t for the copious amount of tight leather bonds rendering her helpless. I noticed my mom looked down at herself as a small grin formed across her lips.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked with playful curiosity. She seemed to snap out of a deep thought as I wondered what was on her mind.
“Oh, it’s just…being all dressed up and helpless like this. I feel like some spy or fancy damsel in distress.” She couldn’t help but giggle softly at the thought. I met her gaze for a moment and could tell that both of our imaginations were running a bit wild with scenarios and stories.
"Well, it sounds like you’ve got lots of fun things to think about while you struggle.” I teased her, grabbing the materials I had stashed in her desk drawer earlier. I swiftly took one of the red scarves and gently placed it over her eyes, knotting it tightly behind her head.
“Good color,” she dryly commented through a smirk. “It’s a shame I won’t be able to see how well it matches my dress.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to take lots of pictures to show you. Now, open up.” I could practically sense her rolling her eyes beneath her blindfold.
“Let me guess, the white tights you stole from my wardrobe?” Thankfully she couldn’t see the blush creep onto my face, but given her smug grin she flashed me before opening her mouth, I figured she could still tell.
“Well,” I commented as I carefully packed the tights into her mouth. “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
My mom giggled softly into the cloth that now filled her mouth, and I then took the second red scarf and tied a thick knot in the center of it. I made sure that knot was placed snugly between her teeth to keep the tights packed in place, and I then carefully but tightly knotted the scarf behind her head, under her hair.
“There you go,” I joked, fixing her hair a bit. “Now I’ll just take care of the photoshoot, and then I’ll let you be.” She moaned something unintelligible into her gag as I took out my phone and began taking pictures of her from all angles. Eventually I began noticing and focusing on particular details like her high heel dangling off of her foot, the white and red contrast of her gag, and even the top of her stocking that was now visible due to her dress riding up a bit. Once I was satisfied that her helpless state had been properly documented, I slipped out of her office and decided to check in on Ava. Unsurprisingly, she still remained tightly trussed up against the column and softly moaning into her gag as she shifted in her bonds.
“How are you doing?” I casually asked as I approached her, startling her for a moment.
“Mmm, mm smmm vmphm tmmd mhp." She giggled, dramatically rolling her eyes and straining against her bonds in emphasis. As she did so, I took advantage of the moment and began taking pictures of her to add to the day’s collection, snapping photos of her helpless state from every angle until I was satisfied. I then chose to unwrap her gag, stripping away the vet wrap until she spat a pair of black tights into my hand.
"You know me too well." I joked, knowing exactly why she picked them. She licked her lips and shrugged innocently,
"Well, I just figured I should be a helpful little damsel and save my kidnapper the trouble." I chuckled at her playful comment, pulling out my phone once again.
“Do you want to see what I did with Mom?” She eagerly nodded, and I pulled up the pictures I had taken of her.
"Wow...that's hot." Ava giggled as she couldn't help but admire the predicament, and I raised an eyebrow at her, causing her to blush. “What? It looks exciting, like she got captured at some fancy party or something.” I had to agree, it was a very alluring look.
“So, do you want to be untied?” She wiggled in her bonds for a moment as if to consider the idea.
“Sure, well, at least from the column.” I nodded, stifling a grin at her hesitation to end the game. I decided to untie the ropes that kept her pinned against the pillar and the ropes that bound her legs. This allowed her to walk around even while her upper body remained tightly bound. I then carefully slipped a rope around her neck and made it into a leash of sorts,
"Let's go check on Mom." As I led her towards the office, she blushed a little bit, and I could tell she was excited by the leash, and I suspected by the crotch rope as well. I brought her into our mom’s office and had her sit on the edge of the desk in the room as I removed the lead rope. Our mom stirred and turned her head in our direction as we entered, mumbling something into her gag out of curiosity. I approached my mom and undid the scarves that blindfolded and gagged her, plucking the tights from her mouth as well.
“Well, Ava, how has this game been for you?” Mom playfully asked, looking at her half-bound daughter.
“Good, as always. I was going to ask you the same thing, you look like you’ve been enjoying it.” I watched in amusement as the two damsels bantered back and forth, poking fun at each other’s helplessness.
“So…do either of you actually want to be untied?” They both looked at me and then back at each other as they contemplated my question before both smirked and shrugged innocently.
"Oh, I don’t know; I’m not in a rush.” Mom commented, kicking off her high heels as if to get comfortable.
“Kyle, how about you hogtie me on Mom's desk and then we can enjoy the game a bit more?” Ava asked me with a knowing wink, sticking her legs out towards me and crossing her ankles. I rolled my eyes and grinned at them both before I grabbed a rope and began tightly tying Ava’s crossed ankles. I added more ropes above and below her knees and around her thighs, before carefully guiding her onto her stomach on top of our mom’s desk. Taking one last rope, I weaved it through the bonds around her ankles and pulled them up towards her wrists, connecting the hogtie rope to her chest harness before cinching it securely. After I checked my work and was satisfied that it would hold, I stood back and looked at them both.
“Happy?” I sarcastically asked.
“Happy!” They both responded at the same time, giving me nods of assurance.
I then took the tights that Ava had gagged herself with earlier, carefully packing the tights into her mouth. Once her mouth was stuffed, I took the black scarf that I had taken from my mom’s closet and placed it snugly over Ava’s lips, tying a tight knot behind her head under her ponytail.
“I know it’s not quite as tight as the way you gagged yourself earlier, but it will have to do.” Ava’s face flushed red as Mom raised an eyebrow at her, and I merely smirked before picking up my mom’s gag. As I approached her with the white tights, she simply looked up at me and opened her mouth for me to stuff the hosiery in place. I then pressed the knot in the middle of the scarf right between her teeth and tied the scarf back under her hair, snugly completing the knotted cleave gag. I snapped a few more pictures of each of them, fully content with this being how the rest of the game went.
“Now, you two can have some mother-daughter bonding, and if you can’t get yourselves untied, I’ll be back to free you in a few hours.” I almost expected cries and groans of protest, but instead they both brightly moaned into their gags at me and resumed their quiet struggles, occasionally attempting to say something to each other. I merely shrugged in disbelief and amusement before exiting the office and closing the door behind me.
“I could get used to playing this game more often.” I muttered to myself as I slowly made my way to my room, and for once in my life it was quiet.