Motherly Ties







“I’m really sorry that I have to do this, Mark,” Mum said as she drained her coffee cup, “but at least it’s only for the morning, and I’ll be back by about two.”


Mum and I had planned to go to the mall, but last night her boss had called her to insist that she had to come into work.  Kristen was on a field trip, which meant I was going to be left on my own.  Not that I minded, or that Mum thought I was too young, but it was not how I expected to spend my weekend.


She ran a brush through her curly red hair and then bent over to kiss me on the forehead.  She was wearing a white silk blouse with a dark blue scarf tied around her neck and tucked under the collar, a dark blue knee length skirt and jacket, dark stockings and a pair of two inch stack heeled shoes.


“It’s all right Mum,” I said as she hugged me, “I am a big boy now you know.  Do you still want to go to the mall this afternoon?”


“Depends on how I feel,” she said as she fastened a name tag with “Regina” written on it in big bold letters.  “Maybe you can decide what you want to so while I’m out?”  She grabbed her bag and ran out of the door, leaving me to do the washing up.


“Decide what I want to do?”  As I said this to myself, I realised I was kidding no-one - I knew exactly what I wanted to do.  Ever since Kristen and I had spent that day when I had tied her up several times, I had wanted to do the same thing to Mum, and this afternoon seemed to present the perfect opportunity to do just that.


After I had cleared up, I made my way down to a local hardware store to pick up some supplies.  I had already obtained most of what I would need - but there were still one or two things I needed to pick up, especially if Kristen came back when I thought she would...




Looking out of the front room window, I saw Mum pulling up in the car - and one look at her as she climbed out told me she had not had a great morning.  She looked flushed, and as she locked the car door I went to the kitchen and poured her a glass of iced tea.


“Thanks Mark,” she said as she took the glass from me, almost throwing down her handbag onto the breakfast bar as she did so.  “I need this.”


“Was it a bad morning,” I said as she sat down on a stool and drank some of the cold liquid.


“Abysmal,” Mum said, and there was a faint smile on her face as she said it.  “My boss seems to think I’m his personal servant.  I swear, if we didn’t need the money...”


“Don’t let it bother you Mum,” I said as she drained the glass and placed it on the bar, “You just need to relax, and let yourself stop worrying about things - let me take care of you.”


“Mark, you’re a great kid,” she said as she looked at me, “but this is grown up stuff.  What would you do?”


“I’d play some games with you - if you were interested.”


“Hmmm - like you did with Kristen when I was away a few weeks ago?  I heard about them from her - and I am your mother, young man.”


“I know - but I’m afraid I already started playing.”


Mum looked at me and said “How?”


“By slipping some chloral hydrate into your iced tea.”


No, I hadn’t actually done it - but by now Mum, Kristen and I had come up with a secret of cue words if we wanted to play, and that was one of them.  Mum looked at me, then at her glass, before rolling her eyes and saying “Mark, I....   what did....”  She started to fall to her side, but I was faster, putting her arm over my shoulders as I walked her into the front room.  I had drawn the blinds, and everything I was going to need for the first part of our special day was in there.


I had put onto the rug in the centre of the room a wooden armchair, with a nice high backrest, and this was what I sat Mum down in.  She closed her eyes and let her head fall to the side, but I could see the smile on her face.  So I started to reaching round her neck and untying her scarf, pulling it away from her neck and rolling it into a band before I tied a knot in the middle, and gently pushed that between her teeth before tying the ends around her head.


Lifting her left arm up, I placed it on the armrest and picked up the roll of special tape that I had bought at the hardware store.  It was black electrical tape, sticky and slightly elastic, and I knew from my own tests that it would not damage her clothing as I wound it tightly around her wrist and the rest, pinning it down to the wood.  A second band went around her arm just before her elbow, and then I repeated the process on the other side.


Kneeling behind the chair, I then wrapped a band around Mum’s waist, forcing her against the chair back so that she was sitting more upright, and then a second band around her stomach just below her chest.  As I pulled the tap round, I saw her blouse open slightly more, and I remembered how it felt when I had tied her and Kristen together after those robbers called - but I tried not to think too much of that.


Instead, I took her left ankle and moved it so that it was against the bottom of the front chair leg, her foot resting on the outside, and taped it tightly into place, then did the same to her right ankle.  The hem of her skirt rose slightly up as I did this, but again I was careful, choosing instead to make a band of tape over her lap and the chair seat.


Satisfied, I stood up and went to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of soda to have as I waited for Mum to decide she was ready to play along.  After a few minutes, she slowly started t move her head and open her eyes, just as if she was coming round from a deep, drug-induced sleep.


“Mmmmmwhrme,” she mumbled as she raised her head and started to look round, blinking as she did so.  I stood up and walked behind her, putting my hands on her shoulders as I said in as deep a voice as I could muster “Hello, Gloria - welcome to my hideout.”


“Whthppnd,” she mumbled again as she tried to raise her arms, and then she really started to struggle, pulling her arms from side to side as she shook her head.  Pressing down on her shoulders, I whispered “Stay calm, Gloria - you’re going to injure yourself if you keep fighting like that, and you are far too beautiful to let that happen.”


Yeah - flannel, but I wanted to play the part.  Mum put her head back to look up at me, eyes wide as she mumbled “Pllssltmg.”


“When the ransom is paid,” I said as my hands started to rub her shoulders, “then you can go.  Until then, sit still, stay calm and relax.”  I could see the knot between her lips darkening with the saliva as she tried to work her mouth around it, and I could not stop myself from putting my hand over her mouth, thrilling to the way her mumbles made my palm vibrate slightly.


“Just relax,” I say quietly as I start to rub my hands down her shoulders and arms, listening to her sighs as she tried to twist round in the chair, pretending to get out of my grip.  It wasn’t the first time I had massaged my mum’s shoulders, so I knew what I was doing.


“Now then,” I say quietly as I walk in front of her, “I need to take some photographs for the ransom demand.  Smile for the camera.”  I picked up my cell phone and started to take some shots of her as she struggled in her chair, mmphing into her silk gag.


She even smiled for a few, as I put the phone down and said “Right - I’m going to go and send the demand now.  Don’t go away.”


“Vreefnneee” she mumbled as I left the room for a few minutes, and stood by the door space, watching her as she tried to twist her body free of the chair.  I had been very careful, however, to make sure she was held firmly, and she was not going to get free for a while.


At least, that was what I thought, but when I saw she was starting to free her left wrists I decided I had to move on to the next stage.


“Trying to get free,” I said as I walked in, and Mum turned to look at me with a nice fearful expression in her eyes.  She watched as I dropped several coils of rope on the floor, and picked up a pair of scissors, cutting her arms and body free from the chair.


“Whrrugnggtd,” she mumbled as I reached round and unbuttoned her jacket, taking it off her and revealing the sleeves of her blouse.  As I did so, my hands brushed over her breasts, and I heard her muffled gasp.  I must have turned red when she looked at me, for she just smiled and said “sslrgtmk.”


“Lean forward,” I said as I put my hands on her shoulders, guiding her arms behind her back and crossing her wrists.  She did as I asked, staying still as I wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied them tightly  together, making sure the coils were snug and strong, and cinching the coils by passing the ropes between her wrists.


“Cnurmmvmgg,” Mum mumbled as she turned her head and looked at me.  I could see the gag was incredibly wet between her teeth, so I untied the scarf and removed the gag, letting it fall to the floor with a thud.  “That’s better,” she said after she worked her jaw for a minute, before adopting a more frightened tone and saying “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, but don’t tie me up tightly.”


“Sorry, sweetcakes,” I said as I passed some rope around her arms below her elbows and pulled them together, “I can’t take the chance.”  As I pulled her elbows together, almost making them touch, I heard her gasp and saw the way her blouse was stretching over her chest.  I also felt something myself, but ignored it as I tied her elbows together, then started to pull her arms against her body as I wrapped a long length above and below her chest.


Her chest - the white silk was stretched so tightly over it now, and I could see the top of her white bra under the buttons as they opened slightly at the tension they were under.  She must have seen me looking at them - well, staring at them, as she said to me “It’s all right Mark - keep going.”


I wrapped the rope around the back of her neck and under her arms to tighten the bands even more, before saying “I’m going to free your legs now, and I want you to kneel on the floor.”


“All... All right,” Mum said as I cut her legs and lap free, and she slowly slid off the chair, landing on her knees as I moved the chair out of the way.  Kneeling behind her, I crossed her ankles and tied them tightly together in the same way that I had tied her wrists, and then her legs above her knees.


“That’s tight,” she said in her frightened voice, but I could see the smile on her face as well as she said it.  Picking up the scarf from the floor, I untied the knot and folded it into a pad, before saying “Right, lady - I need to keep you quiet.  Open wide and say No.”


“Noooommmgmgg” Mum said as I pushed the scarf into her mouth, watching as she closed her lips and then smoothing three strips of duct tape over her mouth.  I then gently lowered her down onto her stomach, and pulled her ankles back, tying them to her chest ropes in a tight hogtie.


“Comfy?” I said, and Mum nodded, twisting round on the floor as she turned her head and smiled at me.  I smile din return, before saying “Do you want me to take your shoes off?”


Mum nodded, and I slipped her heels off her feet, before I started to massage her feet. Using my fingers to ease the knots out of the soles of her feet, I could see her visibly relax and wriggle round, the hem of her skirt rising to reveal a little flash of her small white knickers.


“HMMMMSSGDSDDD” she moaned out, suddenly moving her feet out of my grasp and rolling onto her side.  She started to move round, making her skirt rise up still further as she moved her body up and down.  The top buttons of her blouse also started to come undone, and I could now see more of the lace trimmed white bra that she was wearing underneath.


I stared at her, transfixed at the sight as her blouse came out from her waist band, her moans increasing as she twisted round and her blouse came fully open.  Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be smiling under the tape, as I reached forward and touched her chest, my fingers stroking over the white bra.


“Mmmssgddd,” she mumbled under her gag, and I drew my hand away.  I could feel something happening under my pants as well, so I went into the hallway and fetched a brown headscarf, folding it into a band and tying it over Mum’s eyes.


“Back in a minute,” I said as I left Mum twisting on the floor, her skirt now up against her waist and her blouse lying open as she struggled round.  I had urgent business to conduct elsewhere....




“That was great,” Mum eventually said as she and I shared a pizza.  I had untied her and allowed her to shower and change, and she was now sitting in a pink dressing gown, with a pair of pink slippers on her feet.  I had also changed into a pair of short blue pyjamas.


“So did you do this sort of thing with Kristen?”


I blushed and nodded, as she said “It’s all right, Mark - you don’t have to be embarrassed.  Look, when we’ve finished, why don’t you come with me - I have a game that you can play with me as well.”


“If you’re sure, mum,” I said quietly.  It was fun with Kristen, but this was my mother, and it had felt a little strange when I was brushing against her chest.


She drained her glass, and then said “Come with me,” as she took my hand.  We walked up the stairs and into her bedroom, taking off her dressing gown to reveal a short cream silk nightdress.  Thin spaghetti straps held the gown on her shoulders, and a lace trim went around the bodice and the hem.


Lying on her back, she looked up at me and said “the cruel intruder tied me to the bed with those scarves, and tickled me.  That was horrible of him, wasn’t it?”


“IT was cruel of me,” I said as I picked up one of the pile of scarves she had looked at, and tied her left wrist to the headboard, and then her other one, so that her arms were spread above her head.  I then tied her ankles together, as well as her legs below her knees, before I sat on the bed and held her feet in one arm, while starting to tickle her fete with the fingers of my other one.


“Ahhhh nnooooo don;t;ttttttttt,” she screamed out as I tortured the soft soles of her feet, her legs moving against me and rubbing against mine.  I smiled and kept going, oblivious to all except the sound of Mum’s laughter, the feeling of her legs against me, the throbbing I was starting to feel again....


“Having fun?”


I looked round to see Kristen standing in the doorway, her arms folded as she looked at both of us.  She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt, blue jeans and knee length brown leather boots, and she was smiling as she shook her head, her hair moving as she did so.


“Oh hello, dear,” Mum said as she looked up, “Have a good day?”


“Yeah thanks,” Kristen said as she looked at us.  “The film was good as well.  So, having fun?”


“Well, the cruel burglar has tied me to the bed,” Mum said as she pulled on the scarves around her wrists, “and it’s a great shame you walked in before he gagged me.”


I looked from Mum to Kristen, then back to Mum as she smiled at me.  “ohhhhh,” I finally said as I stood up, “You’re not going to give me any trouble are you, little girl?”


“Please,” Kristen said as she held her hands up, “Don’t hurt us, I’ll do whatever you say.”


“On your stomach, on the floor,” I said as I looked at her, “and hands behind your back.”  As she got onto the floor, I ran to my room to get some of my rope collection, and came back as quickly as I could.  Putting Kristen’s hands together, palm to palm, I tied her wrists tightly together and then helped her onto her knees, tying her arms tightly to her side as her top stretched over her chest.


“So you got your own BondDay as well, Mum,” Kristen said as I tightened the ropes around her chest, and then helped her to lie down again while I bound her ankles and legs together.  I could hear the rope making her leather boots squeak as they rubbed together and under the rope, and giggled before I hogtied Kristen.


“Now then,” I said as I stood up and walked to the pile of scarves, “I think you both need to be quiet.”


“Wait,” Kristen said, “Can you do something for my Mark?”


“Sure - what?”


She looked at another length of rope.  “Tie that round my waist,” she said, “and then help me to roll onto my side.”  I did as she asked, doubling the rope over and then tightening it around her waist, and then rolling her onto her side.


“Now,” she said with a smile, “Pull the ends between my legs and tie it to the rope at the front.”  I did as she asked, seeing her let her head fall back as the rope pressed against her jeans, and tied it off.


“Thanks,” she said with a sigh, “now gag me.”  I took a scarf and tied it between her lips, then went back to the bed and started to tickle Mum’s sides, making her squirm and giggle as she looked at me.


“Ahhhhhh plsssdnntnttt lllscrrmmmmm,” Mum shouted out, so I took another scarf and stuffed it into her mouth.  As I moved down her body again, my hands brushed once more over her chest, and I could feel how firm they were - and how she squirmed as I touched them.


She looked at me, nodding and looking to her chest, and I very gingerly stroked my hands over her chest.  I heard her muffled sigh as I did so, and felt her move under me as I pressed gently down.


“Dmmswwll,” Kristen moaned as she turned and looked at me, moving her legs to and fro as she did so.  “Wturtrn,” Mum moaned as she looked again at me, nodding as I pressed a little more firmly against her.


After a few minutes, I climbed off the bed and did the same thing to Kristen, pressing down on her t-shirt as she closed her eyes and moaned as well.  Mum turned her head and watched as well, before she said “cmmhrrmrk.”


I walked over and pulled the scarf out of her mouth, and after a moment she said “Untie me, I want to change.”  I released her arms and legs, then watched as she left the room and went to the toilet.


“Mttt,” Kristen mumbled, and as I removed the scarf she said in short pants “Untie me - I have got to change as well.  I want you to do something for me and mum.” 


Well, how could I refuse - I quickly untied her and watched as she went off, passing Mum as she came back in.  “Out, Mark,” she said as she looked at me, “I’ll call you in a few minutes.”


I went to my room and waited until I heard Mum say “You can come now Mark.”  As I walked in, I stopped and gasped at the sight before me.


Mum was wearing a white basque, the top of her breasts showing over it, skimpy white knickers and white stockings, held up with a garter belt.  As for Kristen, she was wearing a thin blue bra, her nipples visible under the thin material, and an equally skimpy pair of matching knickers.


“Tie us together,” Mum said with a smile, “Tightly, and we’ll tell you what to do.  Then you can do whatever you want with us.  Start by tying our wrists together.”  They both turned round and crossed their wrists behind their backs, looking over their shoulders and smiling at me.


“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I said as I picked up two lengths of rope, and tied their wrists tightly together, making sure they were snugly held together.  “Oh that’s nice,” Kristen said and Mum nodded in agreement, smiling as she twisted her arms round.


“Now tie our arms to our sides,” Kristen said, and I started with her, wrapping the rope above and below her chest as I pulled her arms tightly into her sides, and forced her chest out, the material stretching even more tightly over her nipples as she did so.  She sighed as I tied the ropes off, and then said “The ends - pass them over my shoulder.”


I did as she asked, and watched as she turned round.  “Now,” she said as she looked at me, “Take the ends down and pull it through the bottom band between my breasts, then take it back over the other side and tie it off.”  I did as she asked again, looking at the way her breasts were forced even further out, and when Kristen turned after I had tied the knot she could see the way I looked at them.


“Go ahead,” she said quietly, “touch them.  I won’t complain.”  I reached out and touched them, hearing her sharp intake of breath as I stroked my fingers over them.


“Thank you,” she sighed as she kissed my forehead, “now tie Mum’s arms as well.”  She moved over to the bed and sat on it, watching as I wrapped more rope around Mum’s upper body, going above and below her chest as I pressed her arms firmly into her sides, then wrapping the rope under her arms, around the back of her neck and then under her other arm, so that she was firmly bound as well.


My hands stroked over the bare flesh that was visible over the top of her basque, making her shiver as I felt the Goosebumps on her bare flesh.  “mmmmmm” she moaned as she looked at Kristen, then at me.  “I want you to tie us together, face to face,” she said as she turned and looked at me.  “Kristen, kneel on the bed and I will join you.”


I watched as my sister got on the bed and knelt on one side, while Mum walked over and knelt in front of her.  “Now Mark,” she said as she looked at me, “You can start by tying a special rope between me and Kristen.  Take one end and tie it to my wrists.”


I did as she asked, wondering what she was thinking of as Kristen smiled at both of us.  “Are you sure you want to do this, Mum,” she said with a smile, only for Mum to nod as she said “Take the rope down between our legs, and tie the other end to Kristen’s wrists.


I did as she asked, hearing their moans as I pulled the rope between them, and wondering what it was doing as I tied it off.  I watched as Kristen moved her wrists, and heard Mum moaning softly at the same time.


“Now, kiddo,” Kristen said as she looked at me, “Tie our waists together, then our upper bodies.  Make it tight - I want you to really pull our bodies together.  You’re not going to hurt us, but you will make us happy.”


“All right,” I whispered as I did as she had asked, first pulling them together around their waists, then pulling them together so that their chests squashed together by tying rope around their upper arms.


“Hmmmm,” Kristen said as she looked over Mum’s shoulder at me.  “Now our legs - tie them together above our knees, and then you can tie our ankles.”


I nodded as I knelt at their side, and tied their legs, first together for each of them and then to each other.  As my hands stroked their legs, they both moaned slightly, and moved - and I was moved a swell.  There was a bulge growing once again in my pyjama bottoms, and I could feel a pleasant throbbing as well as I moved behind each of them in turn and tied their ankles together.


“In the bathroom,” Mum moaned as I tied off her ankles, “Get the white tape and sponges, and gag us.  Then you can play with us if you want.”


“What do you mean, play with you,” I said in an innocent way.  They both turned and looked at me, and they knew - they knew I knew as well.  I went to the bathroom and picked up the roll of white tape, as well as two small sponges, and went back into the bedroom.


It was a glorious hour, as I gagged them both with the sponges and tape over their mouths, then stroked them as they rubbed against each other, moving the rope between their legs as they did so.  I could see them both getting hot and flushed, as their moans and breathing got quicker and quicker, and I was surprised to find myself feeling the same way, the throbbing getting harder and stringer as the bulge became more and more visible.


Suddenly, I said “Excuse me,” and ran to the bathroom, as I heard them both call out in unison, cries of joy I thought - but then, I had other matters to deal with...


When I woke up the next morning, I opened my eyes to see both Mum and Kristen looking at me.  Mum was wearing a mustard coloured jumper, with a wide black leather belt around her waist, grey jeans and knee length brown suede boots with the cuff turned down under her knee.


Kristen was wearing a green smock top with white polka dots, black leggings and green Ugg boots.  She also had a big smile on her as she said “Morning, kiddo - your turn today.”


I tried to say “What do you mean,” but all I heard was “whtdumn.”  I then realised that something was gently pulling at my skin around my mouth, and as Kristen held a mirror to my face I could see the wide strip of white tape that was covering it.


I could also now see the ropes that were holding me spread eagled to my bed, tugging on them as they held firm to each corner.


“We’re going to church,” Mum said as she patted my head, “Don’t go anywhere, and when we get back  -you’re all ours.”


I grunted and nodded as I watched them leave - I wasn’t going anywhere.


I didn’t want to...







Return to the Relative Perils index


Return to the main index