Den Mother Learns The Ropes
I read the
comments about Renee's son possible fascination with her wearing pantyhose. I think most men like a shapely pair of legs,
especially when the woman is wearing some nice sheer nylons. Especially boys. It's when they are first
starting to learn about sexuality. So whither it's their teacher, cousin,
neighbor, or even their
mom, they will know the site of certain things excite them.
In my day
pantyhose were fairly new and we mostly still wore stockings with garter belts,
or girdles if we had put on a few pounds. So most of my son's generation grew up
preferring women in stocking rather then pantyhose, but it's still the same
basic thing.
However, I agree completely with Renee about not really wanting to know. While
my son and I were very open about most things related to our tie up games,
there were just some things I either didn't want to know about or think about. Someone once suggested it would be interesting
to have my son write his version of our tie up
games. Based on some of the stories I have read here I don't want to know what
my son's thoughts where when he was tying me up or what he was doing while I
was tied, gagged, and blindfolded. I find the stories told by the moms more
tasteful and interesting. As long as rules are followed, boundaries are not
crossed, and the parties involved are having fun, then there are some things,
which should just be left alone. It sounds like Renee, and her son, are having
fun with their games and that's all. And, that's as it should be.
I still can't
believe how much everyone enjoys reading these stories. For me it reinforces my
hope I wasn't outline, strange, or unique in playing tie up games
with my son. I was especially flattered to hear another woman say my story made
her breathless. I'm sorry you never got to experience a tie up game with your
son,
but don't give up hope. There are always grandkids. There was another incident,
which involved the mom of my son's friend. And, I have to admit to enlisting my
son's
help to pull it off.
I had become
a little more then interested in watching my son tie up his friend's mom. So,
when the opportunity presented itself I couldn't resist the temptation. It was
summer. The father of my son's friend had taken the day off work and he and his
son had gone fishing. His mom had come over to my house and we were sitting
around the kitchen table drinking ice tea and talking. My son was home and
walked in on us carrying a toy gun and pretending to be a burglar.
We normally
didn't play at cops and robbers or cowboys and Indians too much as a reason to
have a tie up game, but things worked out better this way. We both held up our
hands and played along with him. He, of course, said he would need to tie us up
while he robbed the house, and so he would have lots of time to get away. I had
mentioned to my son, how it had been interesting seeing someone else get tied
up. And, I could see how, it might be interesting to be the one doing the
tying. So, without really planning anything my son told his friends mom to sit
down on the floor. She and I both knew from past experience this meant we would
spend the next hour or so hogtied. My son pulled out the ropes and then tossed
them to me. I caught a slight wink of his eye as he said, "I can't watch
you and tie her up to so you tie her up". I had been on the receiving end
enough times I knew what to do but I was trying to suppress both nervousness
and excitement as I picked up the rope and walked around behind his friend's
mom.
She already
had her arms behind her with her fingers interlocked to hold her wrists
together palm to palm. I took a beep breath to calm myself and tied her wrists.
Next
I slipped a loop around her upper arms about two inches above her elbows and
drew them together.
She drew a
sharp breath in as they touched together. I could appreciate that. I now had a
close up view of how her shoulders were wrenched back and compressed toward
each other. I guessed mine must have looked like that as well when my arms were
tied back like that. I looped a long piece of rope tightly around her upper
arms with three or four loops going under her breasts and then over her
breasts.
She had a
slightly bigger chest then I did and her breasts were now well highlighted by
the ropes. As I tied off the knot she turned her head and said, "have you
been
practicing? These ropes are tighter then the boys tie". I said I was sorry
and asked if she needed me to loosen them for her. She said she was OK and to
keep going. I apparently was getting more then a little carried away but I was
excited by the experience of tying up another woman.
I looped a
rope around her waist and wrists and wrapped it a couple of turns, leaving a
long enough piece dangling loose to tie to her ankles in a minute. I tied her
legs together above her knees and at her ankles. My son then tossed me a small
sponge and a bandana with a knot tied in the middle and said, "here gag
her with this".
I kneeled
down behind her and once again she turned her head and asked, "are you
OK"? I said I was and asked why she asked. She said, "you look a
little flush and your breathing hard".
I made up an
excuse about it being the bending down and being unsure about doing the tying
instead of being tied. She very obligingly opened her mouth and I pressed the
sponge into her mouth and packed it in behind her teeth. I then pulled the
knotted bandana between her lips and knotted it tightly behind her head under
her hair. I have to admit I enjoyed gagging her the most.
My son handed
me another bandana and I blindfolded her. I helped her lay over onto her side
and then rolled her over onto her stomach. I pulled her ankles up and ran the
loose end of the rope around her waist between her ankles and around the rope
tying them together. I cinched this down until the back of her heels touched
her hands. I looped rope between her hands and ankles a couple of more time
before knotting it off. I then sat back and stared at my handiwork.
Here was a
woman tightly tied and gagged laying right in front of me and I had done it. I
don't know if this is exactly what the boys felt but I definitely had a new
appreciation for why they were so fascinated with wanting to tie women up.
There was something far more interesting about seeing her tied and gagged then
seeing her, not more then half an hour earlier, sitting in the chair sipping
ice tea.
There was
also a strange feeling of power. I had rendered her completely helpless and she
would have no choice but to remain that way until I or someone decided to set her
free.
It was about this
time I was brought back to reality, when I felt my hands being pulled behind my
back and the rope being cinched tightly around them. I was conscious of the
ropes being pulled tightly around my body, encasing me and making me as helpless
as my friend was, but I just stared at the tied form in front of me. I watched
as her nostrils flared from her labored breathing brought about by the strained
position she was tied in and the tight gag in her mouth.
The blindfold
prevented me from seeing the expression in her eyes. I realized I was
completely tied when I felt my son press a kitchen sponge to my lips. I opened
my mouth and let him pack in it. A moment later unable to move, even the
slightest bit, silenced, and in darkness I lay hogtied next to my friend.
When you are
tied that tight, and blindfolded, sometimes just a few minutes can seem like an
hour. This time it seemed like time flew by. The next thing I knew it was an
hour and fifteen minutes later and my son was untying me. Once my arms were free
he told me I could finish untying myself and then untie his friend's mom. I
guess he figured, I wanted to see what it was like to tie someone up, I could
see what it was like to untie them, as well.
It wasn't as
much fun as tying her up but I did enjoy untying her as well. It seemed to
prolong the experience. Well, it looks like I have gone on forever again. There
is one more interesting story worth telling.
I understand
there have been several requests for me to put my story on this site again.
Since it took me a while to compose my thoughts I did have it saved in my word
processor.
I'm very
pleased so many of you enjoyed reading it. I never really thought anyone would
be as interested as they have been. So I say thank all of you and as I
mentioned once before I did enjoy recalling and reliving some of the memories.
Its one thing to thing to remember your past experiences but its is often
difficult to actually put them into words.
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