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JACK’S STORY: So there I was, tying my mother-in-law Ellen, to the kitchen chair (her idea). I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard my wife Kate’s voice behind me.
“Jack.., what’s going on here?” Kate asked.
Ellen burst out laughing.
“Well, I guess this must be a surprise!” Ellen chuckled.
Before I could say anything, Ellen began to explain. She told Kate (in detail) about finding the ball gag in the closet, and how she prodded me into telling her about our bondage games. She concluded by telling Kate that she “made” me tie her up so she could see if this was really a safe game to play.
It was a bit surreal. Here’s my mother-in-law, tightly tied hand and foot to the kitchen chair, explaining this strange scene, to my wife who is partly going into shock listening to her mother’s slightly tilted logic.
And I was standing there, hoping the earth would open up and swallow me. Finally, Ellen stopped talking.
Kate looked at me. I looked at Kate. Kate looked at Ellen. Ellen looked at us both. The silence in the room had becoming overwhelming.
Naturally, Ellen broke the silence.
“Kate, this is just a tie-up kid’s game. Nothing sexual is going on. I just wanted to see what the attraction was all about.”
Then she dropped the bombshell.
“Why don’t you join us, and let Jack tie you up too?”
Kate and I were both stunned by that statement. I looked at Kate again. Her eyes flickered for a moment, then she looked back at me. She was up to something, but I didn’t know what to expect.
“Okaaay....,” Kate said, and slowly approached me. She kissed me on the cheek, and whispered in my ear.
“Tie me very tight, and very strict, so that I can’t escape. I want her to see what she’s gotten into!”
I pulled back, and could see by the look on her face that she wasn’t going to be talked out of this.
Like Mother, like Daughter.
My head was swimming. Thankfully, I was young and have a strong heart, otherwise I would probably be in a cardiac unit.
I gathered up more ropes...
ELLEN’S STORY: What an interesting day this has been!
Two weeks ago, I found something deep in the back of my bedroom closet. My daughter Kate and her husband Jack must have missed it when they were fixing the room up for me before I moved in with them.
At first, I wasn’t sure what it was. It looked like something you would muzzle a dog with, except it didn’t look too effective. Besides, they didn’t have a dog.
So I went to everyone’s favorite source of information: The Internet.
My word.., did I get an education there! I found out that it was a ball gag, and I found out what it was used for. Then I followed the links to another web site, and another web site, and another web site, and on and on.
There were sites with pictures of men tying up women, women tying up men, men tying up men, and women tying up women. There were sites that sold videos, and sites that sold equipment.
Kate and Jack were playing bondage games!
I was a little shocked at first. Then I found some forum sites with stories written by other couples who were also into bondage games. I’m sure many of the stories of were pure baloney, but a few seemed to contain an element of truth. Much to my dismay, I found I was becoming aroused by the stories of women being tied up by their husbands.
My late husband and I enjoyed our mutual sexual experiences, but I must say in retrospect, compared to what I was seeing and reading, we were pretty straight-laced. The idea of being tightly bound, and at someone’s mercy, created feelings of excitement I have not had for quite a while.
But I was worried about Kate. Was she participating in this activity willingly? Would Jack hurt her? I liked Jack, and knew he would never harm Kate. So what was going on?
I thought hard about this for the following two weeks. Finally, I came up with a plan and waited for the right moment.
This afternoon, Jack and I were alone in the house while Kate was teaching an exercise class. I had decided to play the naive innocent, and asked Jack what the ball gag was during lunch.
His reaction was hilarious! He became so flustered, it was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud. But I wouldn’t let him off the hook, and he eventually told me the whole story about what they had been up to.
Then I had another bright idea! I told him that he should tie me up, so that I could see if this “game” they played wasn’t dangerous.
I thought he was going to pass out!
I eventually wore him down, and he accepted on the condition that he would keep the bondage simple.
We moved to the living room, and as I sat in a chair from the kitchen he began tying my hands behind me. He tied them so loosely that I complained that I could easily get free. He tightened the ropes.
Next he tied my ankles together. I wiggled a little to test how secure the ropes were. Nope, I wasn’t getting loose. Now we were getting somewhere!
Jack pulled out a really long length of rope out of the bag he had brought to the living room. He slowly began wrapping the rope around my chest and upper arms. As he did this, a strange thing happened.
I had closed my eyes and began to fantasize. Someone was tying me helplessly to a chair. I was bound hand and foot. The ropes were tight, and I couldn’t escape. I was at their mercy, and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it!
I realized I was beginning to breathe quickly from an arousal that was rising within me. I was trying to regain my composure when I heard Kate’s voice behind me.
Well, things got a little exciting then! Kate was upset with Jack, but after some fast talking and explaining by me, she started to calm down.
Then I had another bright idea. I asked her to join us in this tie-up game. That threw them both for a loop!
She thought for a minute, and then a strange look came over her face. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but suddenly she agreed.
What I really wanted (besides being bound myself), was to see how she would react while being tied up. I soon found out.
She stepped over to Jack, kissed him on the cheek and whispered something to him that I couldn’t hear. She kicked off her high heels, and much to Jack’s surprise and mine, began to pull off her turtleneck blouse. She was wearing a pretty floral patterned bra underneath.
“I don’t want to muss up my top while I’m rolling around the floor,” Kate said and continued, “Jack.., how about a hogtie for Mom’s entertainment!”
Jack was rather stunned but managed to come out of it. He pulled some more ropes from the bag (they must be keeping the hardware store in business) as Kate laid face down on the carpet and placed her hands behind her back.
Jack wrapped many coils of rope around Kate’s wrists, and then did the same to her upper arms. The ropes looked very secure. He moved down to her thighs and again tightly wrapped and tied them off. Then it was back to the bag for more ropes.
Returning to Kate, he tied her ankles together. When he was finished, he asked her if she was okay so far. She wiggled a bit on the floor but the ropes were holding fast.
“Well, I’m tied up in front of my mother, who is also completely tied up.., but yeah, I’m okay. Why don’t you move Mom over to the couch so she can watch close up before you finish me off.”
That took me by surprise. Jack got up from the floor and crossed the room to chair where I was bound. He began to untie the ropes around my chest and then removed my ankle ropes. I was a little let down that my bondage experience was going to be over so quickly.
But as Jack helped me stand up, I realized my hands were still tied behind me. He walked me over to the couch, and the next thing I knew, I was laying face down on the couch as Jack was tying my ankles together again. Kate lay parallel to me on the floor.
He move to Kate’s bound ankles and bent her legs at the knees. With yet another rope, he joined her ankle ropes to her wrist ropes and pulled tight. A grunt escaped Kate’s lips and her back arched. Jack then coiled the rope around the joining ropes. I guess working as a fitness instructor really helped keep Kate limber!
Kate twisted around a bit to tested her bonds, and see if they were secure. I could see ropes were tight, and the knots were too.
“How about a ball gag?” I said helpfully.
“I think you are enjoying this a bit too much,” said Kate, just before Jack pushed the ball gag into her mouth and tightened the straps. She tried to say something, but it came out as “Hrrrmmph”.
“Ladies, if you don’t mind, I would like to participate with some refinements,” Jack said.
He went to the bedroom for a moment and then came back. He knelt beside Kate, and I could see he had brought out a leather blindfold. Kate saw it too and tried to wriggle away, but it was too late as he quickly strapped the blindfold over her eyes. Then to my surprise, he started to tie her big toes together. She wiggled her feet around trying to avoid the thin cords he was using, but there was no escape. Now she seemed to be completely helpless. More grunts and “Hrrrmmph”s came from Kate.
“I want a gag too,” I said.
Jack laughed and wrapped a scarf over my mouth. It wasn’t as effective as the ball gag, but then again I was just a beginner.
Kate began to really struggle on the floor. She rolled back and forth, and up and down. She flexed her toes, and tried to roll over on her back to no avail.
I watched her in fascination, and found that I was also pushing and pulling against my ropes. The ropes held fast, and I again began to drift into my earlier fantasy.
Jack stood up and surveyed the scene before him. Two women were tied tightly, struggling before him. He had shaken his fluster, and looked rather pleased with himself.
NEXT TIME: a new story "Rainy Afternoon"
(The further adventures of the Bondage Mother-in-Law will continue in
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