October 31st.
Halloween.
Every house in the neighborhood was covered in lanterns, skeletons, pumpkins, and every other decoration you could think of. Well, every decoration that most people would think of. But my friends and I had been looking forward to Halloween for a while now, and we had plans to make this a Halloween that we would never forget. All throughout the day, we texted and planned in a group chat that included myself, Michael, Lucas, Steve, Jake, and Clark. When we finally had everything figured out, it was time to put our ideas into motion, beginning with some more authentic decorations. As the sun set, I put on the costume that all of the guys had agreed on wearing: a medieval bandit costume that included a cloak and a mask, all in black. It was a bit cliche, but it would get the job done. I then slung my “bondage bag” over my shoulder and crept my way out of my room, checking my mom’s room only to hear her still getting ready.
Quickly heading downstairs, I ran out of the front door and onto my porch, looking over at our front lawn to find a tall stake firmly planted on a small platform on the grass. “Thanks for the delivery.” I texted my friends, glad to see that the guys were able to build stage that in time. Earlier that week, some of us had made a trip to the hardware store and started on the project, and now it was time to put it to use. I went back inside, and as if on cue, my sister strutted down the stairs toward me, now in full costume.
This year she had decided to dress up as a witch, or at least her idea of a witch. Ava wore a short black dress with a square neckline, along with a sleek black choker and a dramatically glittery witch’s hat. Adorning her legs were a pair of opaque black tights, as well as a pair of black suede over-the-knee boots with a high heel.
"Oh, hey Kyle. What are you supposed to be?” She asked with genuine confusion as she sat down on the couch in front of me and began to weave her golden hair into one long braid that fell down in front of her shoulder.
“I’m one of the Shadow League warriors! You’ll see when the rest of the guys get here.” I dramatically announced the entirely made-up name we had decided on, getting an amused giggle out of my sister.
“I see, and what exactly are the shadow bandits known for?” She teased, putting her hat back on and standing up from her seat to walk away towards the kitchen. Once she turned her back to me, I swiftly took a coil of rope from my bag and crept up behind her.
"Well, we do have a bit of a reputation for capturing pretty damsels.” As I spoke, I grabbed her wrists and brought them together behind her back, quickly looping the rope around them before wrapping and cinching it tightly. Her only response was to dramatically sigh and lightly fight against me as I looped another rope around her elbows, drawing them together and cinching the rope off just as tightly as her wrists. She shrugged and twisted as if she were only squirming against a minor inconvenience. It was only after I carefully threaded a lead rope through the choker on her neck and guided her out into our front yard that she began to actually struggle.
“Kyle, what are we doing out here?” I noticed a bit of embarrassed worry in her voice, catching her reaction as she saw the wooden post out on our lawn. “Oh ha ha. Burning the witch at the stake? Very original.” Ava sarcastically grumbled as I continued to lead her out to the stake, eventually guiding her to stand with her back against the wood.
I then wrapped more ropes around her body and the post, tying them above and below her breasts and around her waist. Once her upper body was secured against the post, I tied her legs together at her ankles and above and below her knees before adding more ropes to trap her legs against the wood at her calves and thighs. She groaned dramatically and strained against the ropes as I made sure everything was tight and that she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“Kyle, you’re not going to leave me out here like this! So many people are going to see me!” I grinned mischievously as I took out a pair of black tights from the bag, packing them into her mouth in the middle of her complaining.
"Well, that’s the point of a decoration, to be seen.” As I teased her, I quickly wrapped some black vet wrap over her lips and around her head under her hair, properly gagging her. I used the last of the roll to wrap up her hands to prevent her from picking at any of the knots, now fully satisfied with her predicament.
“Mmmph! Nph mmph nmmh!” She continued to protest into her gag, her face flushed bright red as she imagined her coming embarrassment. But even as she moaned and struggled in distress, I could tell that a bit of excitement and thrill had crept into her mind.
“Alright, now I’ve got some other things to take care of for tonight. So just stand there and look pretty for a while.” Ava rolled her eyes aggressively and let her head rest against the post in exasperation, glaring at me as I went back into our house.
As I entered, I saw my mom sitting on the couch in her full costume, one leg crossed over the other. Her dark hair spilled in curls down past her shoulders, past her off-shoulder white blouse that she had tucked under a dark red corset with black detailing. She also wore a jagged skirt in the same shade of dark red that came down to her mid-thighs, which were clad in a pair of black fishnet tights. Lastly, she wore a pair of high-heeled black leather boots that came up to just below her knee.
“Hey Mom! This is a new look for the pirate idea,” I commented, impressed by her commitment to the outfit.
“Why thank you, Kyle! I figured I’d do something a little more exciting this year. Also, have you seen your sister anywhere?” I grinned mischievously under my mask,
"Yeah, she’s helping with decorations outside; want to come see her?” My mom stood up and brushed off her skirt.
“Sure!” I held up a hand before she went anywhere.
“Hang on, as part of the Shadow League, it’s my responsibility to make sure that no dangerous pirates are going to run off and cause trouble.” My mom rolled her eyes but was clearly amused.
“And I suppose your responsibilities also include tying up those dangerous pirates to ensure that they don’t do anything?” She didn’t even bother waiting for an answer; instead, she spun around on her heel and placed her hands together behind her back. I swiftly took advantage of how she played along, taking a couple ropes from my bag and using them to tightly bind her arms together at her wrists and elbows. We then walked out onto our porch, and my mom looked over at Ava’s predicament in a mix of emotions.
“Kyle, this isn’t what I had in mind when you said ‘decorations’. Do we really think that’s appropriate?” She asked with a hint of parental concern, but still a tiny bit of amusement.
“It’s perfect; it’s exactly on theme for Halloween. Besides, it’s not like I tied her in a particularly...entertaining way.” As I justified my schemes, I guided her to sit down in one of the wooden chairs on our porch, draping her bound arms over the back of the chair.
“Kyle…what are you doing with me?” She asked curiously as I tied her wrists against the back of the chair before wrapping more rope above and below her chest, creating a snug yoke harness around her chest.
"Well, someone needs to be here to give out candy.” I simply reasoned, tying her legs together at her ankles, knees, and thighs, securing her feet against the base of the chair as well. Lastly, I tied her lap down to her seat and tied her waist against the back of the chair.
“You’re not really going to leave me tied up all night, are you?” My mom asked in exasperation, already struggling in her bonds.
“Of course not,” I responded, swiftly pushing a stocking into her mouth, “I’m going to leave you here tied up and GAGGED all night.” As I teased her, I took a white scarf and tied it between her teeth, tightly knotting it under her hair to complete the cleave gag.
I then rushed back inside and grabbed the large bowl of candy we had prepared, bringing it out and setting it carefully on my mom’s lap as she glared at me. Once that was done, an amusing idea occurred to me, and I ran into the house and grabbed a black choker from Ava’s room and attached a small paper tag to it. I grabbed a marker and returned to the porch, where I placed the choker around my mom’s neck and wrote “Please Take One” in bold letters on the tag.
“There, that should do it! Now we’re properly ready for Halloween!" As if on queue, a growing wave of trick-or-treaters began to make their way from house to house throughout the neighborhood.
Since the sun had barely gone down, the first crowd of kids was on the younger side, so I sat out in the front yard to reassure parents and children alike. Many of the kids giggled and pointed at Ava, laughing to each other as they imagined some kind of fairytale explanation for her predicament.
“Why are those girls tied up?” One of the younger boys asked me, pointing at Ava and my mom.
"Well, don’t you know that witches and pirates are very dangerous? So I captured them to make sure they don’t ruin Halloween night!” I dramatically explained, getting some giggles out of the group of kids.
“You sure tied them up tight!” The boy commented, looking impressed by my work.
"Oh, I had to, otherwise they might get loose and steal all your candy!” The kids yelled in mock distress and ran up to the porch to get some candy from my mom.
"Thanks, Miss Pirate! ” One girl yelled as she ran back onto the street with her friends. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the wholesome interaction even in the midst of the mischievous circumstances. I then restocked the candy bowl on my mom’s lap and checked my phone to read a new text from my friends.
“Took some convincing, but we got them. On our way.” I grinned in relief and excitement, partially shocked that our plan was working so far and partially thrilled to carry out the rest of it. There was a bit of a lull in the amount of trick-or-treaters for the next few minutes, but there was one very noticeable group making their way towards my house. Michael and Clark walked down the street along with Jake and his mom, Jane Sinclair.
Mrs. Sinclair appeared to be dressed as a vampiress, wearing a long black off-the-shoulder dress that hugged her figure smoothly. The dress included an elegant slit that went high up her leg, revealing the lacy black thigh-high stockings that she wore along with black high heels. Her long black hair fell straight down past her shoulders, framing the ornate silver necklace that rested just below her collarbone. Her lips were colored with black lipstick and were currently forming into an amused and slightly embarrassed smile as she walked with the boys down the street. Her wrists were snugly tied together in front of her, with more rope encircling her body above and below her chest. As she took careful steps, I saw that her thighs were also bound beneath her dress, and she was being led by Jake, who held a line of slack connected to her wrists.
"Good evening, Kyle; I see you're part of this scheme as well." She teasingly greeted me, cutely waving to Ava and my mom with her bound hands. “I’m glad to know at least I’m not the only trussed-up damsel of the night. Though somehow it looks like I got the most mild treatment of all of us so far.” I chuckled under my breath as she said “so far," amused by her recognition that these games often escalated. As she spoke, I noticed another group coming from the other end of the street, equally recognizable.
Lucas and Steve walked on either side of my teacher, Miss Clara Green, who appeared to be dressed similarly to how I usually saw her during school. Her long red hair was tied up in a neat bun, with a couple strands hanging in waves down around her face. She wore a tight cream sweater over a collared white blouse, which was tucked into a short black pencil skirt, along with light gray opaque tights and black high heels. As they approached my house, her expression seemed surprisingly unbothered, given that her arms were currently cocooned in white vet wrap behind her back, with her hands even being wrapped up and useless. She was practically bound by an armbinder, and yet she gracefully joined us in my yard with a neutral look on her face.
“Hello everyone, sorry I’m late. I got tied up with some things along the way.” Jake’s mom giggled at the obvious pun, clearly relating.
“Miss Green, did you really dress up at a teacher for Halloween?” I asked in mock disappointment.
“Librarian, actually.” She cheekily responded with a smirk, doing a dramatic little spin to show off her look. “Turns out these rascals didn’t exactly need supervision while out for the night.” She looked around at the three other bound women.
“So I guess this was all just one big scheme to get us all tied up, huh?” My friends and I blushed a bit and shrugged, getting a chuckle from all of the ladies. They soon discovered how right Miss Green was, as a few of us each approached one of the partially bound women and began completing their restraints.
Mrs. Sinclair had the ropes around her chest removed before the lead rope was thrown up over one of the porch rafters and pulled. This caused her to gasp as her wrists were pulled up above her head until there was hardly any slack left in the rope, forcing her to stand straight and tall in her heels. The ropes that bound her previously were now used to bind her legs together at her knees and her ankles, keeping her strung up in place next to my mom on the porch. Jake then looked through his sack of materials for a moment before pulling out two black scarves, stuffing the first one in his mom’s mouth and tightly wrapping the second one over her lips, tying it tightly beneath her hair. Mrs. Sinclair moaned into her gag, testing its effectiveness, wiggling in her bonds to adjust to her helplessness.
Meanwhile, the other guys had decided that we needed a mummy, and Miss Green was already halfway there. More white vet wrap was now wrapped around her torso and arms, cocooning her entire torso as Lucas began to wrap up her legs. After mummifying her body from her neck all the way down to her ankles, they even had her slip out of her high heels in order to wrap up her feet, setting the shoes inside the house. Once her body was thoroughly wrapped up, Steve swiftly took out a scarf and stuffed her mouth with it before continuing to wind vet wrap up her neck all the way up to her lips, wrapping it over her lips nearly a dozen times. Steve and Lucas then picked her up and stood her up against one of the banisters at the bottom of the stairs leading to the porch, using more vet wrap to pin her torso and legs against the post. All of the helpless ladies struggled and groaned into their gags as another wave of trick-or-treaters made their way down the street, not looking forward to their helpless display. My friends and I went inside to grab some snacks as the kids started showing up, hearing their varying reactions from the front yard.
We spent the next hour playing football in the front yard and greeting trick-or-treaters before another lull seemed to come. Since it was getting a bit late, it was decided that everyone would head home for the night, but my friends decided to have a bit more fun in the process. Michael ran down the street to get his car, which he had parked at Jake’s house earlier, while we prepared the passengers. We first untied Mrs. Sinclair’s wrists from the rafter, letting them drop back down in front of her, before I took a rope from my bag and wrapped it above and below her chest. We then undid the vet wrap that kept Miss Green trapped against the bannister, and Lucas even made sure to grab her high heels from inside the house. A couple minutes later, Michael pulled up in front of my house with his car, and we carefully loaded Mrs. Sinclair and Miss Green into the back seats.
"Alright, gentlemen, mission accomplished," Michael proudly stated as we high-fived each other and chuckled.
"Same time next year?" I asked, only half-joking. We all looked around at each other and shrugged.
"Why not?" Lucas commented mischievously. Michael got in his car and also gave the rest of the guys rides home, leaving me with my mother and sister.
I thought about untying them as my mom raised an eyebrow at me expectantly, but I noticed one last group of trick-or-treaters approaching, and I didn’t want to disappoint. Before they got too close, I realized that the bowl on my mom’s lap was empty, so I went into the house to go get some to refill it. As I grabbed the bag of candy, I realized I was late and could already hear them walking onto the porch. I quietly approached the door and looked through the peephole, recognizing most of the group of seven kids from my school. There were three girls, who were dressed as a devil, an angel, and a maid, and four boys, dressed as a zombie, an alien, a scarecrow, and a skeleton.
Angel and Skeleton were over by Ava, inspecting her predicament and making comments to each other that I couldn't hear. The other five were standing around my mom as she looked at each of them warily, shifting subtly in her bonds.
“Now THIS is how you do Halloween decorations!” Zombie said enthusiastically, walking around my mom slowly. Maid knelt down in front of my mom and lightly traced a finger along her thigh in the pattern of her fishnet tights.
“I know right, who needs to look at cobwebs and bones when we can ogle some pretty damsels in distress?" My mom rolled her eyes and complained into her gag at the girl's comments.
"Hey, she doesn't even have any more candy," Scarecrow noted in disappointment, picking up the bowl off of her lap and tossing it aside. Alien then reached out and took hold of the tag on my mom's choker, saying
"Please Take One," and grinned as he read it.
"Well, she's still asking us to take something. It would be rude to refuse." The group all smirked at each other as Zombie quickly untied the ropes that bound my mom to her chair before pocketing the ropes and guiding my mom to stand as she groaned in disapproval. I watched in disbelief as they made her hop down off the porch and over near Ava, feeling unable to move as my mind raced through the situation. Part of me knew I should probably interfere and make sure things didn't get out of hand, but I found myself rooted to the ground as my heart pounded with excitement as I watched the scenario unfold.
“You know, we were told to only take one,” Devil commented, looking over at Alien and Zombie expectantly. Alien then chuckled and plucked the tag off of my mom’s choker and reached up to clip it onto Ava’s choker.
“There we go; now we’re simply following instructions.” Angel and Alien then swiftly untied Ava from the post, and Alien carefully slung Ava over his shoulder, earning a muffled squeal out of my sister as her witch hat fell to the ground. Zombie then picked up my mom in the same way, and the group simply began walking down the street. I waited a minute before going outside to see where they were going, not wanting to be seen by the group.
But when I braced myself and opened the front door, they were nowhere in sight.
A bit of panic crept into my mind at this point, but even the slight worry of my mom and sister’s disappearance couldn’t overcome the excitement I felt. I felt like I did the very first time my mom was tied up; they were helpless and were now the subject of some rowdy teenagers’ fun. All I could do was wait as my imagination ran wild, wondering where they might be. I didn’t know the kids by name, but I recognized Zombie, and I was pretty sure he lived nearby, so I reasoned that the group probably just went back to his house. I wondered what Ava and my mom might be thinking during all of this; I hadn’t really considered what I would do if they came back furious at me. But they always seemed to enjoy being tied up by me and my friends, especially Ava. These kids weren’t any older than Michael; I couldn’t imagine they would do anything serious or dangerous.
“I mean, my mom has literally been kidnapped by my friends; this shouldn’t be too different,” I thought to myself as I tried to stay busy by cleaning up the front yard. I managed to keep my mind off of the matter for about half an hour before I had nothing more to do, so I simply went inside and turned on the TV. I was barely able to pay any attention to what was on, but it was better than staring at a wall.
After another hour and a half, the doorbell rang.
I felt my heart pound and my breathing quicken as I stood up and approached the door. My hand was on the doorknob for at least a minute as I braced myself for whatever might be waiting for me, but I finally opened it.
Ava was lying on her stomach on the porch, bound as thoroughly as I had left her. But now she had also been placed in an extremely tight hogtie, with a rope tying her ankles to her wrists. A rope had even been woven into her braided hair, pulling her head back and arching her body further as her hair was tied to the hogtie rope as well.
My mom sat beside her in a tight balltie with her wrists tied to her ankles and her knees pulled up to her chest and tied in place. I was also surprised to find that my mom was no longer gagged with the scarf I had left her with, but instead a bright red ballgag was buckled snugly between her lips. I stood there in shock for a moment, and against my better judgment, I pulled out my phone and took a picture before moving. I then carefully picked up Ava and took her inside, setting her on the couch and untying the rope from her hair. Swiftly returning to the porch, I picked up my mom and gently set her next to Ava, untying the ropes that kept her tightly balled up. ropes that kept her tightly balled up.
I looked down at the two helpless women sitting in front of me, unable to quite read the looks in their eyes.
“Alright, did anything dangerous or inappropriate happen?” I asked seriously, and both of them shook their heads to say no.
"Okay, good. I knew there was nothing to worry about. I recognized those kids from school.” I commented encouragingly, still getting uncertain looks from my mom and sister.
"So... if I ungag you two, are you going to get mad and yell at me?” I asked, somewhat timidly, still trying to gauge if I had let this get too far. Ava shook her head, and my mom gave an unbothered shrug, so I decided to take my chances and start with removing Ava’s gag. After I unwrapped the vet wrap from her lips, I gingerly plucked the tights from her mouth and ran to grab some water for both of them. I held a bottle of water to Ava's lips, letting her drink until she was satisfied, before she licked her lips and finally spoke.
"I know this is ironic coming from me, but I think I'm done being tied up for right now." All three of us couldn't help but let out a little chuckle as I quickly worked on untying her, removing the ropes and vet wrap from her upper body and hands before helping her untie her legs. After she was free of all her bonds, she drank a bit more water and slipped off her boots, leaving her just in her dress and tights.
I then turned to my mom and spent a moment figuring out how to unbuckle the ballgag before finally removing it as well as the stocking that was still in her mouth. Ava began to untie her arms as I gave her a drink, before I started on freeing her legs as well.
"Well, do you want to explain what happened? And...that?" I asked curiously, gesturing at the ballgag. As I removed the last of the rope from her thighs, she glanced at the ballgag before turning her gaze back to me.
"Well, it all started when my son decided to bind and gag me and his sister, leave us helpless out in the yard during a full night of trick-or-treaters, get his friends to rope in some other ladies, then leave us to be taken away by some troublemaking kids and then get delivered back to my own house like some package while still bound and gagged." She stated all of this without yelling or getting upset, but instead spoke with a playful fire in her voice, as if to get me to understand the craziness of it all, especially from her perspective.
"As for this," she spoke again, picking up the ballgag. "Well, like we established, nothing bad happened. But it doesn't mean they didn't have their fun." My mom chuckled to herself under her breath as she looked at the ballgag.
"After they took us from here, they carried us back to the house of the guy dressed as a zombie. Apparently his parents were out of town for the week, so they stashed us there and kept us tied up." She continued to explain, sounding a little bit more relaxed. "I will give that zombie guy the tiniest bit of credit; he ungagged me and checked with me that we were okay, and he promised nothing inappropriate. But he immediately lost most of that credit when he stole the ballgag from his parents' stash and used it on me. Apparently I 'look hot like that.'" She rolled her eyes as she set it back down beside her.
"So then they mostly just ogled us for a while; there's probably a Polaroid or two, though some of them did get a bit more touchy than I would have liked. I swear, I don't know what it is with boys your age liking women in hosiery." I blushed a little at her exasperated teasing but understood the truth of it. Ava then chimed in as well,
"Honestly, I was more worried about some of the girls than the guys." She giggled softly and hung her head in amusement. "But then they decided to drop us back off, and they were very insistent that we shouldn't be able to go anywhere." Ava rolled her eyes, clearly remembering the hogtie she had been put into.
"Though I can't deny," my mom commented, "We did seem to get a surplus of trick-or-treaters this year. So maybe your idea paid off." She smiled at me genuinely, smirking a bit.
"So...am I in trouble?" I meekly asked, still feeling like I was treading on thin ice. My mom chuckled under her breath and put a hand on my shoulder.
"No, you're not; you don't need to worry. Besides, what am I going to do? Instate a 'no tying us up policy'?" I felt relief wash over me after hearing her words, smiling a bit myself.
"I mean, I won't if you really don't want me to," I admitted honestly before Ava jumped in. "I for one am voting against that policy." We all laughed, and my mom rolled her eyes in resignation and grinned,
"Well, it looks like I'm outnumbered either way." Ava and I both shrugged innocently, sharing a knowing smirk. "But, for now, I think we can stick to being tied up by you and your friends." My mom then gave me a playful look and used my own words against me.
"Sorry, let me clarify. Being tied up and GAGGED by you and your friends."