Christmas morning.
My eyes slowly fluttered open to see that I had five minutes until my alarm was supposed to go off, but I figured I’d get up now and save myself the trouble and just get up now. I felt extremely well rested, and as I got dressed, I remembered the events of last night and excitedly headed to Ava’s room. Surprisingly, I found it empty, not even a trace of the ropes that bound her the previous night. I got curious and checked my mom’s room as well, finding that empty as well. I figured that they might have wanted to get an early start for the morning, as I recalled Ava asking our mom something about presents in the morning. Having no other ideas at the moment, I simply headed downstairs only to find one of the greatest sights I had ever seen.
Several presents were neatly placed under the Christmas tree near the corner of our living room, along with loads of festive and comforting decorations. But some other presents caught my attention.
Ava wore a tight ice-blue bodysuit along with white patterned tights with little snowflakes all along them. She sat on her knees beneath the tree, placed into a tight frogtie by the numerous red ropes from last night. Her arms were bound into a boxtie behind her back, complete with a yoke chest harness that tightly framed her breasts as well. Her legs were folded, and each had ropes looped around her thigh and ankle, as well as her shin and her calf. This kept her legs just open enough for me to be able to see the tight crotch rope tied between her legs, which appeared to be connected to her wrists. A silky white scarf was tied in place over her eyes, but her gag was what really surprised me. In between her teeth was a shiny white ballgag, with its leather straps having been buckled tightly under her hair. I wondered where on earth that had come from, but many more amazed thoughts raced through my mind as I turned my eyes to my mom.
She wore a Santa-themed red one-piece bodysuit with a trim of white fur along a tight neckline that showed off a good amount of cleavage. It hugged her figure in a flattering way, complete with a black belt and a tiny red bow placed just between her breasts. She wore this with semi-opaque black tights, which adorned her legs as they were bound in the same fashion as Ava. However, my mom was thoroughly bound with black leather straps, placing her into the same boxtied and frogied position as my sister. She was also blindfolded with a red silk scarf, and an alluring red ballgag sat firmly between her teeth, tightly buckled in place. What amazed me more than anything was the fact that, like Ava, my mom had a tight crotch rope tied snugly between her legs as well. Never before in my life had I felt such a powerful sense of excitement and even arousal. I had seen them both tied and gagged before; I had put them both in that situation myself, but what lay before me was another level entirely. My scantily-clad mother and sister were helplessly bound and gagged, waiting for me under the tree on Christmas morning, and I hadn’t even begun to consider how they had ended up like that.
It was as I started to wonder about that very question that I noticed a large wrapped box off to the side with “OPEN FIRST” written in large letters on the front of it, and I decided to follow instructions quickly. After unwrapping the box, I opened the lid and found a card with my name on it that I swiftly opened up.
“Dear Kyle, Merry Christmas! Believe it or not, this was their idea. All of it. You’re a lucky guy; enjoy the holiday and the presents. Best wishes, Michael, Lucas, Steve, Jake, Clark.” I grinned knowingly as I finished reading the letter, imagining how my friends must have reacted to being asked to help with these ideas. I then unwrapped the true contents of the box, astounded to find two black leather armbinders that looked incredibly high quality and remarkably secure. I also removed a few pairs of leather straps from the box as my imagination already began to run wild, thinking of dozens of ways to use these new items. I then noticed two envelopes on the ground, one in front of each bound lady. Kneeling down, I picked up the one in front of Ava and opened it up to find a letter addressed to me.
“Merry Christmas, Kyle! At this point I don’t know how shocking it is to find me tied up and gagged, but I hope this is still a fun surprise. I even convinced Mom to participate, and as you can probably see, she went above and beyond! So now all that’s left is for you to figure out what you want to do with us. You’ve got lots to work with; enjoy! -Ava.” My heart beat a little faster as I finished reading Ava’s letter, now opening up the one from my mom.
“Good morning, Kyle. Merry Christmas. I hope you like what you’re likely looking at right now; Ava convinced me to make this a bit more special than usual. Since the ballgag on Halloween seemed to be so well received, I figured I’d get one for each of us. I guess you could think of that as your stocking stuffers. In terms of housekeeping, I am planning to start making dinner at 5:00, so I’ll at least need my wrists untied. I also want to have a meeting with you and your friends after dinner; there is one more gift for you boys. Until then, I expect you to keep me and Ava helpless just as you like us. -Mom.” I set down both letters and took another look at my mom and sister, letting my imagination wander with ideas of what to do next. I then knelt down and unbuckled the ballgag from each of their mouths, removing both of them from their lips.
“Merry Christmas!” Both women said in cheerful unison.
“Merry Christmas. You both outdid yourselves; I’m impressed.” I commented in amusement, particularly thinking of my mom’s willingness to try the crotch rope.
“Well, I’d say the occasion warrants trying some new things. I’m honest enough to admit when I judge something prematurely.” My mom admitted meekly, lightly rubbing her thighs together around the crotch rope.
“Told you.” Ava quietly teased, a playful and knowing smirk creeping onto her lips.
“So,” Ava continued, “Looks like you’re the man of the house. What are you going to do with us?” My heart warmed to see them both clearly enjoying themselves, quickly followed by the rest of my body warming as the excitement began to flow through my veins. I then turned my attention back to the large box full of leather bondage equipment and grinned mischievously,
“Alright ladies, I’ve got a lot of ties to try out today. Let’s get started.”
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Several hours later, I stepped back with satisfaction as I looked over my final tie of the day. After putting them both in tight chairties, strict ballties, and even keeping them tied up while they lay on the couch and rested, I finally settled on their current predicaments as the clock reached 4:30. My mom stood against the support column in our living room, bound with red tape at her wrists, elbows, chest, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles. She was also bound to the column at each of those points with even more tape. Her red ballgag was tightly buckled between her teeth, with matching red tape wrapped securely over her mouth as well.
Ava, meanwhile, lay on the floor by the tree, bound tightly with rope at her ankles, knees, thighs, chest, elbows, and wrists. Her white ballgag was also buckled in place, with a green scarf tightly tied over her mouth. I remembered my mom’s request to meet with my friends before dinner and sent a text to the group to all come over. As I waited for them to show up, I began unwinding the tape from around my mom’s face, soon leaving her gagged only by the ball wedged between her lips. I took one more picture of her to add to the sizable album that I had taken today before the doorbell rang. I quickly reached up and unbuckled the ballgag from between her lips, removing it and giving her a quick drink of water before I ran to get the door for my friends.
A few moments later, all six of us guys were gathered around my mom and sister, curious to see what my mom had on her mind. My friends honestly looked a bit unsure of what might happen, given their involvement in the setup of their helplessness.
“Firstly, thank you boys for your help this morning. You all did a wonderful job. Now, Ava and I have discussed some ideas, and we want to give you one more present of sorts.” She looked around at each of us before glancing at Ava and smirking.
“Let’s all cut to the chase. You boys all enjoy tying us up and keeping us tied up. Ava and I both enjoy being tied up and kept that way. I know I may not be as forward about it as Ava, but it is still true.” Ava giggled softly into her gag and earnestly nodded in agreement. “At this point I’m sure it seems like the two of us already find ourselves bound and gagged in some form almost daily, but we want to try presenting the opportunity for that to become less of an exaggeration.”
I raised an eyebrow at her implication before Lucas spoke up honestly. “Ms. Bennett, I’m not quite sure I understand what you’re getting at.” My mom took a deep, thoughtful breath before elaborating plainly.
“Everyone here enjoys when Ava and I are tied up and gagged. We want to let that be an everyday occurrence. So as a special gift, I want to establish a system for you boys to be able to initiate this game whenever you’d like. Within reason, of course.” I glanced at my friends’ reactions before looking back at my mom and Ava with impressed amusement.
Steve then cleared his throat and asked the question that everyone was thinking about. “So let me get this straight. You’re saying that any of us can just show up and tie either of you up whenever we want?!”
My mom chuckled softly at his eager shock, “Well, like I said, within reason. But yes. Although we do have some rules to establish. Kyle, would you mind untagging your sister?” I nodded and swiftly knelt beside her and unbuckled the ballgag from between her teeth.
“Thanks. Okay boys, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, and I think I’ve come up with a pretty good system.” Ava seemed to have her mind already set on this whole idea, explaining her thoroughly designed system.
“So. Rules: First of all, obviously we have to agree upon what you want to do, but I like to think we’re pretty reasonable. Just don’t do anything stupid, and we shouldn’t have any issues. Secondly, I’ll make a group chat for everyone here, where both of us will send out our schedules for each week so you know when we are available.”
My mom nodded down at Ava in agreement before speaking up to add to Ava’s comments. “For right now, we’re going to start with giving each of you ten hours per week for you to use for these activities, but that could change as we progress.”
“We’re going to leave it up to you boys to coordinate your schedules and plans. As long as everything is communicated well and kept track of, this should all be simple and fun!” Ava brightly said, looking up at our mom for confirmation.
“We’re putting a good deal of trust in you boys. Don’t make us regret that.” My mom took on a more serious tone with that comment, clearly establishing the guidelines of this deal.
“Also,” Ava chimed back in, “If any of you have any sort of things or equipment that you want to try, just talk to us about it. That goes for outfits too.” She flashed a playful wink at the group, giggling to herself as we all processed the information that was just revealed to us.
“Now, while Kyle unties me, does anyone have any questions?” I took my mom’s cue and knelt down next to her to begin unwrapping the tape that bound her legs to the column. Steve cautiously raised his hand and spoke up once again.
“So…does all this start right now?” He glanced down at Ava as he asked, and she returned the tiniest of nods as she stifled a knowing grin. My friend looked back at the rest of the group as I continued to untie my mom, seemingly deciding on something instantly. As I finished freeing my mother, the rest of my friend group swiftly descended on my sister and picked her up and began carrying her off to her room as she giggled excitedly.
My mom and I looked at each other and couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, it looks like your system is already being put to good use.” I joked, throwing away the strands and bundles of tape that kept my mother helpless only moments before.
“Somehow I knew that would happen. Go check on her after everyone leaves.” I nodded in understanding and helped her cook dinner for a bit until my friends came back from Ava’s room about thirty minutes later. “Thanks again, boys. I’m sure I’ll see you all soon.” My mom sincerely told them as they made their way towards the door.
“Thank you very much; we’re looking forward to it.” Michael noted, playful but genuine. They all returned the thanks, seemingly still coming to terms with the new circumstances they found themselves in. Once all of the guys had gone home, I waited another thirty minutes before finally going upstairs to Ava’s room to check on her. I lightly knocked on her door just in case but received no answer, but upon entering her room, I immediately noticed her predicament.
She lay on her bed, barely squirming against the ropes that bound her ankles, knees, thighs, chest, elbows, and wrists. At least I assumed her arms were bound with rope, as they were currently locked into the tight leather armbinder. The built-in straps were buckled as tightly as possible around her wrists, forearms, elbows, and above and below her chest. A short rope was also looped through a ring at the end of the armbinder and tied back to her wrists with such strictness that I guessed her fingertips might have been able to touch her heels if they weren’t trapped inside the armbinder. I also couldn’t help but notice the extremely tight crotch rope that was tied down between her legs, causing her to shift and moan into the ballgag wedged tightly between her teeth. She looked up at me with playful fire in her eyes, drooling from the ballgag, and she mumbled some incoherent words at me.
“Do you want to be untied?” As soon as I asked, she immediately nodded eagerly, attempting to gesture to her hands. I took hold of her ankles and untied the strict hogtie rope, letting them fall against her bed in relief as I began unbuckling the armbinder. Once all of the straps were undone, I slipped the snug leather sleeve off of her arms to reveal her arms bound tightly with ropes just as I had suspected. I then unbuckled her gag before I started to work on untying the ropes around her elbows. “You just never seem to get a break from this, do you? Although I have to admit—“
“Kyle.” Ava impatiently interrupted me, “Please untie my arms right now.”
I grew a little bit concerned as I hurriedly undid the knots that bound her wrists and elbows.
“Are you okay? Did you lose circulation or something? I noticed her face was flushed and her breathing was a bit quicker than usual.
“I’m good; just give me a bit of privacy for a bit.” After she reassured me, she picked up the ballgag and buckled it tightly between her own teeth before shooing me out of her room. “Clls thh dhrr.”
I did as I was told and heard her open her nightstand drawer after I shut the drawer and walked back down the hall. As I headed back towards my room, my mom walked up the stairs into the hall, and our gazes met for a moment.
“Is Ava doing alright?” She asked curiously.
“Yeah, I think so. I guess she just wants some time to herself.”
My mom softly giggled under her breath, “Well, you did have both of us bound and gagged all day; I think I might need some time to myself as well.” As she spoke, she turned and walked back to her room, still in her Christmas bodysuit and tights.
Just before she closed her door behind her, I noticed her holding her red ballgag and a few white ropes in her hand. As my mind wandered and imagined what might be taking place behind both closed doors, I too returned to my room for some alone time.
I couldn’t help but chuckle and comment brightly to no one in particular,
“Merry frickin Christmas, and a Happy New Year.”