To be honest, I actually don´t have time for this, but I really wanted to do it. I have to continue my main story, or my readers will probably kill me (I deserve it!)
. Also, I have to start writing my papers for university, and I´m running out of time. But, I read a story that featured that you made a request for your birthday, so I took a brief look at the requests because I was curious what the request was about and thought I might be able to write, at least, a short story as a little early birthday gift for you too. Not as planned:
My name is Nate Johnson and I´m a 12-year-old boy. Before I´m telling you what happened to me, I´ll describe myself first. I´m 4´9 (1,49m) tall with short black hair and have a slender build because I´m a soccer player. I´m living with my mom in a small house and never met my father. My mom works as a maths-teacher at my school and as far as I know, she is quite popular among her students. I´m not allowed to be in her class though. By the way, she is about 5´8 with long straight black hair. She is still doing some sports from time to time, so she is also slim but rather strong for her slim figure.
I started to get interested in tie-up games about 1 year ago. I did some online research and ended up on a forum where many people write about their experiences and how to do it properly. It took me the whole year to get the courage to register myself at that site and ask them for some help, how to tie myself up properly and how to hide it from my mom, who was still at work at that time of the day. It was a Friday right after lunchtime, we had school just until 11am. I was constantly reloading the website because I was so impatient but needed to wait for an answer. Before I got an answer, I had to go to my soccer training and was running late, so I forgot to turn off my computer. When I got home around 2:30 pm, the problems began:
I entered the house, still wearing my soccer uniform, kicked off my shoes, and left my socks in them. My uniform was a blue short-sleeved soccer-shirt with white vertical stripes and white soccer shorts, which were very short and ended some inches above my knees.
To my surprise, mom was home early, sitting at the dining table in the kitchen (it was a kitchen and dining room in one). But, she wasn´t just home early, she was also sitting in front of my laptop. My thoughts immediately changed to the question: ´Did I close the tab? And if I forgot, at least logged out?´- I thought.
To answer that question, NO of course I forgot both! “Nate, I guess we need to talk… take a seat, it will take a while.” – my mom said. With that, I knew she read my post. I hung my head and sat down in front of her, not daring to look up. I´m gonna skip that dialogue here and just go to the results. At first, I thought she would be angry, but she wasn´t. She was just worried about me, especially that I asked some strangers, I don´t know, and not her. We ended up talking about how I became interested in getting tied-up and what interests me at it. I told her, I just wanted to know how it feels like to be tied up and to be completely helpless for some time and to see if I can get out. She told me it´s normal for a boy my age to try things I might have seen on tv and stuff, but she didn´t want me to do it myself because it´s too dangerous. So she said she would tie me up today and I would´ve to get out by myself. Of course, I agreed. I always wanted to get tied-up for real and see if I can get out by myself. Also, it was my mom, so it would be easy to get out anyway and I was sure she would let me out if I got stuck somehow.
She told me to get in her bedroom, which was pretty large and also contained a desk where she did all her paperwork. It also had a walk-in closet, some wardrobes, a large bed, and the floor was made of purple carpet (which looked terrible from my point of view).
When she came in, she opened one of her wardrobes and got a lot of white ropes out of a small drawer on the left side of it, and put it on her bed. Maybe that should´ve been the point where I asked myself why my mom kept tons of white rope in her bedroom, but I didn´t. She pulled the chair from her desk into the middle of her room. It was a black metal chair with four circular-shaped legs, a dark red padded seat, and a back that was made out of the same black tubes as the legs. The back of it was straight and had 3 slightly smaller vertical rungs between two tubes which ended in the back legs of the chair.
She told me to sit down if I really wanted to do this, and I did as I was told. I sat down and she immediately started to work. First, she tied my wrists to the back legs / outer rungs of the back. Therefore, I let my arms dangle next to the back legs and she tied my wrist directly to them, right under the seat, so I couldn´t pull my arms up anymore. She wrapped the rope about 4 or 5 times around each wrist and the chair-legs, cinched it off, and tied it off at the back of my wrist, so I couldn´t reach the knots. It was a strange feeling to lose the freedom to move your hands, but it felt amazing at the same time. I loved it! It was great to see my wrist tightly tied to the back legs of the chair, especially to see how she cinched it which was something I read about on that forum before.
Then it struck me. ´Wait, she cinched it??? How is she supposed to know how to cinch bindings? After all, she is a math teacher AND my mom.´- I thought and started to get slightly worried. How should I get out of it? I knew immediately I couldn´t wiggle my wrist out and the knots were out of reach.
My mom already started to work on my elbows when I asked her: “Mom? You're really good at it. How do you know how to do that? Are you a kidnapper or something?”
“Let´s just say I´m way cooler than you thought.” – she said and smirked at me in a way that got me even more worried. But she wasn´t done. She tied my right arm right under and above the elbow to the side of the chair and cinched it as she did with my wrists. I couldn´t move my arm at all and started to think if it was the right decision because I already felt very helpless.
She started to work on my left arm when I asked worriedly: “Mom, don´t you think that´s a bit overkill? How am I supposed to get out of that? I can´t move my arms at all? I don´t think that´s a good idea.”
“You wanted to get tied up and now you get exactly that. If you tie someone up, he is not supposed to get out, that´s the reason why you tie him up, isn´t it?” – she said.
“But I wanted to see if I can get out. So, you should give me a chance at least.” – I complained.
“You´ll see if you can get out after I´m finished and as promised I´ll let you get out all by yourself. So you´re better good at it or you´ll be stuck there quite a while.” – she answered.
“What?? You can´t leave me like that! I thought you would let me out if I can´t do it.” – I said, pretty scared by that time.
“I never said I would untie you. It wasn´t part of the deal, you wanted to get out by yourself. But you´re right, I have to untie you at some point. At the latest for bedtime, so you get enough sleep.” – She said somewhat sternly.
That couldn´t happen to me. That wasn´t planned at all. I didn´t want to stay tied up until bedtime. It was only about 2:50 pm. That meant I would be stuck to that chair for about 7 hours. ´No way! That can´t be happening to me.´ - I thought in despair and started to struggle against the ropes holding my arms tightly to the chair.
“Nate, stop that! I´m not finished yet. You wanted to feel helpless, and that´s exactly what you get. You´re not allowed to start early or I need to make it really impossible to get out.” – she threatened. For me, it was already impossible. But I didn´t want to make it even worse, so I stopped struggling and resigned to my fate… kidnapped by my own mom in her bedroom.
Next, she told me to put my back straight against the back of the chair and started tying a rope around my chest and the chair-back right under the armpits. She cinched it between the outer and inner rungs of the chair-back, which fastened me tightly to the chair. She wasn´t done yet, she repeated the same at my waist and even tied my thighs to the seat of the chair.
I already wanted to be untied but at the same time, I started to feel excited and thought that it´s somewhat fun to be really helpless and at the mercy of my own mom. She could literally do to me whatever she wanted and I knew I had to persuade her to let me go, which was thrilling.
Of course, she hadn´t forgotten about my legs. She tied my ankles to each front-leg of the chair with about 4 turns and cinched it off with the knots at the sides. That´s when I realised that I was sitting in front of the wardrobe that had mirror-doors which allowed me to see how I looked all tied up. I can tell you, I looked amazing. I looked really like a helpless little hostage. The ropes were well tied and looked great, like a piece of art. They were not messed up, in fact, they were very neatly tied.
But she still wasn´t done. At last, she tied my legs right under the knees to the chair legs, again with 4 turns and neatly cinched off with the knots at the outer sides. There was no way I would get out of that. I was completely stuck until she would decide to let me go or someone would come to my rescue, but we live alone, so I could forget about that. On the one hand, I wanted to stay like that for a while but also decided to use even the slightest chance to escape or I would be stuck there until bedtime, which was too long.
“So, now I´m finished.” – she said and started stroking my hair. Normally I like when she does that, but when you´re tied up it makes you feel even more helpless. I started to slightly struggle against my bonds but I already knew I wouldn´t get out of that, and she knew it too given the way she smiled at my attempts.
“So, I guess you are going to stay like that for a while. I´m going to---“ – ring-ring, she got interrupted by the doorbell.
Both of us froze for a moment. We didn´t move at all and just stared into each other's eyes. Then I got it, that was my chance to escape. There was no rule which forbids me to get some help.
“HEEELLLP, HEEEEL-mmmmpphh” – I tried to scream, but she immediately dashed forward and slapped her right hand onto my mouth to keep me quiet. I started shaking my head to get her hand off my mouth but she held tight onto it. I couldn´t use any limbs to shake her hand off, so I had to wait until she would let go. She had to, at least sooner or later. She had to answer the door and that´s when I would use my chance, at least that´s what I planned, but nothing went according to my plans anyway.
Ring-ring, the bell rung again. But this time I could hear a well-known voice calling: “Mrs Johnson? It´s me, Jake, are you there? You said I could come over and you would help me with maths, I don´t understand. Hello?”- he called.
Jake is one of my classmates. We are not close friends, but we get along pretty well. I didn´t want to get found by him, but he was the only chance to get out of that predicament I got myself into. But why was he there? My mom isn´t our teacher, our teacher is an idiot who is probably the worst teacher in school, so it´s no surprise he doesn´t understand some of the math problems.
“Mmmph?” – I tried to ask my mom why he was there.
“Oh no, I completely forgot about him. He asked me to help him with some math and I just couldn't say no.” – she whispered before she answered him and screamed through the house: “Jake, give me 5-minutes, I´m changing right now!!!”
´What?? Is she going to let him in, while I´m tied to a chair? That´s too embarrassing but my only chance. I´m not gonna waste it!´- I thought and started to struggle with all my might against my bonds.
“Nate, stop that! He will find you if you make too much noise!” – she demanded, getting nervous about the fact I could be found in that situation. I don´t know if she was scared that he would tell someone at school and I might end up getting bullied or that he could tell it some teachers or his parents and she would get into trouble. I started grinning mischievously under her tight handgag nodding and “mphing” to show her that that´s exactly what I wanted.
She was getting more and more nervous and started looking between me and the other wardrobe to my right (her left as she stood in front of me), where she took out the ropes at the beginning of our game. I didn´t like that. She was clearly considering doing something I knew I wouldn´t like. And the fact, that she took so long thinking about it, showed me she was worried about doing it. So, it was probably something she didn´t want me to know.
“I´m sorry Nate, I guess I have to explain that later after he´s gone. Don´t get too angry with me.” – she whispered and reached with her left hand to the bottom drawer and what she took out shocked me. She got out a roll of duct tape. Ok, that wasn´t too surprising, I knew she would probably try to gag me otherwise I would yell for help after she let Jake into the house. But she was holding another item in her hand which definitely wasn´t supposed to be used on a 12-year-old. I read about it in some of the stories and didn´t know what I should think about. I guess I wanted to try it when I was a bit older, but not yet! That was a freaking ball with two leather straps, also called a ballgag. I guess I was too shocked to realise what was happening, my jaw must just have popped open without me noticing it.
When I realised it, it was too late. She had already put the ball into my mouth behind my teeth and started buckling it behind my head. I tried shaking it off by flailing my head around, but it was too late. She made sure it would be sitting tightly behind my teeth, but not hurting much. The straps were slightly pulling at the edges of my mouth, which was a little bit uncomfortable but bearable. In fact, it wasn´t as bad as I thought it would be. I knew what she would do next and I didn´t want to have duct tape over my hair, so I decided to give up struggling and just let her finish it. She wrapped the duct tape about 5 times around my head, sealing the ball in my mouth which created some spherical bulge at the front of the tape gag and also pushing the ball deeper into my mouth.
Now, I was truly helpless. I couldn´t move, I couldn´t call for help, and nobody but my mom knew I was there. I never felt so excited, scared and somewhat happy at the same time.
“I´ll hurry, don´t worry you don´t have to wear that thing for long. I promise.” – she said and ruffled my hair before she left the room closing the door behind her. There I was, tightly tied to a chair with ropes around my arms, wrists, chest, waist, thighs, legs and ankles, wearing a ballgag under a massive amount of duct tape.
I watched myself in the mirror and admired how good I was looking like that. I started to struggle a little bit, not because I had any hope left that I could get out, but just for the fun and to see how it looked like in the mirror. At the same time, I could hear them talking in the living room, which was right next to my mom's bedroom. It was thrilling to know that my classmate was getting lectured next door without knowing I´m right in the next room tightly tied up and helpless.
´If I can hear them talking, is it possible that they could hear me too?´ - I asked myself with one part of me already given up and the other part of me still trying to find a way out.
I´ve left the story quite open-ended and I don´t know if you like it. Anyway, it´s your birthday-story, so it´s up to you if and how it´s gonna be continued. I can leave it open-ended if you want. Also e.g. Nate could be found by Jake, which could lead to Jake get tied too or he might want to play with Nate a little bit or… or… or. It´s completely up to you what happens next, at least if you like the story. If you want this to get continued, just tell me what you think about it, and what you would wish should happen next. But I need some time because I have to finish my main-story and some nasty paperwork first.
Does anyone dare to try?
the ball gag was sure a surprise, not sure how to feel on her using that but guess he feels the same 
