Grounded For Spring Break by Mom (F/M) - Part Three Added
Posted: Thu Apr 11, 2024 1:24 am
Part One
The front door to Anna's house swung open violently, "John!" She shouted from an attempt to get her son's attention from the dining room. Anna heard the sound of footsteps make there way through the hallway before seeing her son make his way over to the table, "go, sit-down. I just served it so it shouldn't be cold." Said Anna to her son as she picked at her dinner, a napkin tucked into her blouse which had a floral pattern printed onto it. After a light conversation about the day's events, Anna decided to address something that she had been waiting all day to confront John about, "So... Where were you last night" said Anna in a less playful tone as she flicked her shoulder-length brown hair before taking a sip from her glass of wine.
John continued to chew through his food for a minute before giving a flat response, "My room, why?" He said. He wore black socks, dark blue shorts and a black t-shirt, he shared many of the same qualities as his mother; the hair, the brown eyes and the face.
Anna looked down at her food and held her hands together with her elbows on the old wooden table, "Then how come when I went in your room... You weren't there?" She asked while leaning forward over the table.
John's mind raced for an excuse under the pressure of his mother's gaze, "OK, fine... I-uh went to dad's house. I just didn't want to tell you" he said, looking up at his mother while chewing his food, hoping the answer would satisfy her.
Anna squinted her eyes at him, "Well, I called your father the morning after and he said that you were never there" said Anna as she waited for her son's response. Dumbfounded and knowing that he had been caught, he hung his head and waited for his mother to say the words that he was dreading.
"You're grounded." said Anna in a more assertive tone as she leaned back into a relaxed position. A stony silence washed over the room, "You can go out again when spring break is over." she added as her son stared at his shoe laces. He looked up at his mother who was staring directly into his eyes with a stern expression, "but spring break just started like two days ago" John complained.
His mother shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her wine, "you should've thought of that before you ran out... Oh and I forgot to mention, since I can't trust you to stay in your room without you leaving through a window, and I really hate to do this... but you're going to be tied down to your bed so that I know for sure that you won't be going anywhere." Said John's mother as she crossed her arms and looked across the table at him.
John's eyes grew to the size of saucer plates, for as long as he remembered, he enjoyed the idea of being tied up but even through his eighteen years of living he had never experienced it before. Anna saw the visible shock on her son's face, "I'm deadly serious, infact when you're done eating, I'll tuck you in" she said while slowly nodding her head.
John felt his heart race, he felt a flurry of different emotions which he couldn't decipher all mixing around in his stomach which was doing flips on to itself, "I-I I'm not hungry" he said while fumbling over his words trying to contain his emotions.
Anna's chair slid backwards across the old oak floor, "Very well then, let's go!" She said while standing up from her seat. As they made their way up the cream-carpetted stairs to his room, John felt hesitation as his anxiety swallowed him, however he knew that he couldn't back out now with his mother shooting daggers into his back as she walked behind him up the stairs.
As John opened up his bedroom door he saw coils of thick soft white rope tied around all 4 of his bed posts, a new emotion swarmed his body. Excitement. He finally understood what he was feeling at the dinner table, excitement blended up in worry and hesitation. In his mind, he compared it to the feeling of stepping onto a tall rollercoaster.
"Move!" Said Anna as she planted her hand into her son's back to gently nudge him through the doorway. His feet were planted on the bottom of the door frame as he looked into his room, his mother's nudge bringing him back from his deep state of thinking. The two moved cautiously through the relatively small bedroom which had a twin size bed in the corner adjacent to a night stand, across from a wardrobe. Anna guided her son, "just lie down on your back and slip your hands and feet into the restraints" Anna said as she commanded her son in a soft tone.
The butterflies in John's stomach wouldn't rest while he put his limbs into the small loops of rope attached to each wooden bed post. Anna went to the foot of the bed where her son's feet were restrained, "it's best if you don't struggle while I do this" she said in a matter-of-fact tone while tying up the loose end of the loop to hold John's foot in place.
John helplessly looked down at his mother while she tied up his second foot, feeling the rope constrict around his ankles as the knots were put into place, he looked side to side and saw his wrists in the loops of white rope, waiting to be bound.
Next, Anna moved up to her son's wrists, she sat on the mattress in order to reach the wrist restraint facing away from her. He could feel his freedom being ripped away as she finished knotting up his rope cuff, though the feeling of trying to move his hands away from the bed posts only to be firmly and swiftly restrained by the ropes did make his heart race. Too distracted with his other restraints, he almost ignored his last limb being tied down to the bed post, "There we go. Was that so hard?" Said Anna as she took a step back from the bed and put her hands on her hips, proud of her work.
John's body was spread out like an eagle over his bed, his wrists and ankles were jammed against the solid wooden bed posts. Impossible to move, the ropes like steel. The feeling of being restrained in this way was new to him, though he enjoyed it, exhausting all options, wriggling his body, he was not getting out until the morning. It dawned on him that he had truly given up any freedom that he had until that moment.
Anna looked down at her struggling son, "how do you feel? Too tight in some places? Too loose maybe?" She said trying to fish a response from her son. John grunted as he struggled, "it's tight but I don't mind it" he said as he became accustomed to his restraints.
Anna looked up and down his body to ensure that he was tied down securely, "OK good... Wait I forgot something" she said cheerfully as she reached into the back pocket of her denim jeans. She pulled out a long thin white stretchy cloth, "I forgot to put the gag on your mouth" Anna said playfully as she draped the cloth around John's face over his nose and under his chin. The cloth was thin enough that John could breathe through it easily. The cloth was tightened securely around the back of his head, so tightly that his lips were held together by the stretchy material, giving a prominent outline of his lips. His jaw too, was also held shut with the cloth, aided by the stretchy going over his nose.
John felt a unique sense of powerlessness feeling the cloth wrap around him, completely silencing him, only allowing him to speak at the discretion of his mother. Anna patted her thighs and looked around the room making sure she remembered everything that she wanted to do, "OK, well if I see that you've gotten out or tried to get out in the morning I can show you a whole other world of fun... Goodnight!" Anna said as she slinked towards the door and tuened off the light, "Sleep tight!" She said playfully before shutting the door. John shook his arms and looked at the door, "Gooph ni-mph!" He shouted back.
Left alone in the pitch blackness, John struggled furiously. He was equally relieved and frustrated that his bindings wouldn't leave him easily. Several grunts and groans made their way through the tight cloth. After many hours of the headboard banging against the wall from his relentless thrashing, he grew tired and stared at the ceiling. He had imagined for years what it would be like to be tied up, especially he had little to no control over his situation, much like he was now. In some ways it was better than he expected and in other ways it wasn't as good as he thought it would be.
One thing that surprised him was how quickly he became desperate to escape. When imagining it he always thought that he would stay still and quiet, enjoying it. But now that he was actually tied up, his only thoughts were of trying to escape and frustration at the difficulty of that task.
As he stared into the pitch blackness he thought about an incident that had happened a few years before when his big sister was nineteen and living in the house. At the time he was fifteen and heard what sounded like a quiet argument between his sister and her mother. He sneakily poked his head into his sister's room to see what was happening where he saw his mother standing over his sister who laid on her bed. John at the time could quite clearly make out his mother's voice as she spoke but his sister's voice sounded hushed, muffled and impossible to make out what was being said. His sister was on her bed with her ankles touching her thighs with what looked like a brown leather strap binding them together with a connecting strap wrapped around her wrists which were behind her back. Nevertheless John slinked away before he could be seen by his mother and back into his room. For a moment he was bewildered by what he saw, but thought nothing of it. Now, however it made a lot more sense to him.
Early the next morning, John awoke in his bed, still tied down with the cloth over his mouth. "GHHHHNNPH!" John shouted in an attempt to get his mother's attention, eventually she heard him and walked into his room wearing a white robe.
"Did you sleep well?" Said Anna as she undid the knots around his feet. "Ymnh" replied John impatiently waiting for the ropes to be removed from him. After his wrist restraints were removed he sat up with the cloth still around mouth, quickly untying the right rag from his head, "Finally!" John said, "Do I need to do that every day for the next two weeks?" He asked.
"I'm afraid so." Said his mother flatly as she walked out the room. The same feeling of thrill that he had felt before engulfed him, throughout the day whenever he looked at the loops of rope still wrapped around his bed posts, waiting to hold him down that night.
Come evening, when the two had finished their dinner and John had prepared for bed, he sat on his bed, patiently awaiting the arrival of his mother. Anna walked in wearing a red dress black satin gloves, holding a few lengths of white rope and a roll of grey duct tape, "I'm going out with my friends tonight so I need to tie you down extra tight, ok?" She said as she walked towards the bed. John obliged and slipped his hands and feet into the ropes on his bed though he was curious what his mother had in store for him.
While his mother was tightening and knotting off his normal restraints, John was curious, "Did you ever punish Sara like this before she moved out?" He asked as his wrist was secured to the bed post. Anna took a length of white rope that she had brought in and held it, "Your sister did something similar to what you did when she was nineteen and I punished her in a similar way" she said as she wrapped the length of rope under and over the bed where John's waist was.
Another length of rope went under and over the bed where his stomach before a last piece went under and over the bed where his upper chest was. Each piece of rope was tightened, pinning his body firmly against the bed, "What did you tie her up with?" John asked while attempting to move his torso. Anna opened up one John's clothes drawers and dug through it, "I just used a few of my old belts, why?" She asked him before pulling out a pair of white socks.
"Just wondering." Said John whole looking up at the ceiling, his suspicions had been confirmed, he did really see his sister in restraint when he looked through her door those years ago. "That's enough questions for today I think" said Anna as she rolled up the pair of socks into a tight cylinder.
"No but really, wh- NMNNMM!" said John before he was muffled by the socks jammed into his mouth. "Shh... I think for a gag to be effective it needs to accomplish three things" said Anna while pressing her thumb down on the socks as the stuffing barely fit between his lips, before grabbing the roll of duct tape.
"It needs to muffle the cries of the prisoner" she said as she tried to pick at the silver tape through her gloves before resorting to using her teeth to unravel it. The sound of the tape ripping was powerful and echoed through the room, John could feel the sound in his chest, physically and emotionally. Anna firmly pressed the tape over John's mouth and smoothed it across his cheeks with her gloved fingers. She repeated this action over the entire lower half of his face, pressing, smoothing, sealing the sticky silver tape on his face.
"The prisoner can't be able to remove it themselves" said Anna after pressing down the last piece of tape over her son's mouth which gave a clear impression of his lips through the tape. Shocked by the speed and the gracefulness of how his speech - or any ability to make noise for that matter - had been ripped away from him in such a seemingly kind way.
"And finally, for a gag to be effective it must drive the prisoner crazy" whispered Anna into her son's ear before making her way to the door in complete silence. "I won't be home too late, goodnight!" She said before turning out the light and shutting the door leaving her son stunned at what had just happened.
As he heard the car pulling out the driveway he stayed mostly still and played around with the knots tying up his wrists above him. Due to his lack of energy and the security of his bondage he didn't find a chance to undo any of his ropes, choosing instead to lay still. After a few hours of falling in and out of sleep he managed to get a knot almost loose, he picked and picked and picked until it was loose enough that he could slip his hand out with enough effort.
That was until he heard the front door to the house open up, he knew his mother would check up on him so he ceased his efforts until she went to bed. The door to his room swung open, "I'm back! Are you sleeping" she announced to the pitch black room. "Nmmm!" Responded John, the rolled up sock muffling and silencing him.
Anna made her way closer to the foot of the bed, "Anything itchy that I need to scratch?" She said looking over him, "should I scratch these?" Said Anna before gently tracing shapes over John's soles. The soft black material running against the bottom of his feet caused him to struggle and move wildly - though the ropes around his stomach and chest severely limited his struggling. "GNNMMM!" he violently shouted and pleaded while looking at his mother at the foot of the bed.
"Calm down." She said in a reassuring voice, "I'm just teasing you... Goodnight" she said before turning the light off once more. Now that she had left him alone, John could focus on his attempted escape. After twenty or so minutes of picking at the knot and then pulling with all his strength, his hand slipped out. After one hand was out it was relatively simple and quick to untie the rest of his restraints.
In the pitch black he stood up next to his bed, ripped the layers of creased tape over his mouth and spat out his rolled up white socks which pressed against every corner of his mouth. With his new found freedom he had no idea what to do. Leave the house again? Call his dad? Call his sister? Try convince his mom? Thoughts raced through his head as he paced up and down his room. It was then that an idea popped into his head, he quickly took all the ropes that had been used to tie him up and laid them in a pile.
John hastily grabbed the pile and sneakily made his way to his mother's bedroom door. Slowly he pushed down on the handle and carefully he pushed the door open to the pitch black room. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he saw his mom sleeping on her stomach, he laid the pile of white ropes on the mattress and then lifted her covers.
Anna was wearing black thigh-high stockings, a black night dress and the same black satin gloves that she had been wearing earlier. Her back faced him and the side of her head was smooshed against the pillow with her wrists already somewhat behind her which was convenient for her son.
After taking deep breaths and building up the courage to himself, John wrapped the white rope around Anna's wrists before cinching it tightly, holding her hands tightly together as he did so. As she groggily came to, another piece of rope was cinched over her ankles, binding them together tightly. Next, a third piece of rope was tied under her chest to hold her upper arms in place, then with a fourth piece he tied a loop around her stomach to hold her wrists in place against her body.
"WHA- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Shrieked Anna in suprise as she felt her limbs being constricted and encircled by the soft white ropes. The fifth and sixth pieces of long white rope went around Anna's thighs and upper legs respectively, completely immobilising any movement of her legs. The seventh and last piece of rope went around Anna's upper chest, pinning her shoulders to her back. "Let me go!" Anna demanded as she twisted and shook in her restraints.
"We'll talk about it in the morning" said John dismissively. He opened up his mother's nightstand in search for an eye mask, "Can I ask who wears gloves when they go to sleep?" Said John trying to hold a laugh while opening the drawers. Anna looked up at him unamused while still desperately rolling and pulling into the ropes while lying down on her bed, "what? My fingers and my toes get cold at night that's why" she said while continuing her desperate struggle.
After a few seconds of digging he found a sleep mask, as he pulled it out, what he saw underneath shocked him. He had found a white two and a half inch wide ball gag lying underneath the eye mask, accompanied by 4 pairs of handcuffs. John lifted the gat up in front of his mother, "What is this?" He said while chuckling in amazement.
Anna's face turned red, a mix of embarrassment and anger swallowed her body whole, "put it away and let me go" she said sternly. John sat on the bed and pulled his mother upwards so that she was sitting up right, "I always wondered how effective these were" John said as he shifted Anna so that her back was turned to him.
"I mean it put it aw- aarrphh!" Anna shouted before the large white ball was slid across her tongue and put behind her teeth before the black leather straps were locked in place, fully silencing any of her complaints.
John got up from his sitting position and looked down at his mother who was bound head to toe. Her tongue, her shoulders, her elbows, her gloves hands, her legs and her ankles were all tangled up and restrained in some way.
In response to John's condescending, pitiful look, Anna's eyes exchanged a glance of pure fury before being covered up by her black silky eye mask.
To be continued...
The front door to Anna's house swung open violently, "John!" She shouted from an attempt to get her son's attention from the dining room. Anna heard the sound of footsteps make there way through the hallway before seeing her son make his way over to the table, "go, sit-down. I just served it so it shouldn't be cold." Said Anna to her son as she picked at her dinner, a napkin tucked into her blouse which had a floral pattern printed onto it. After a light conversation about the day's events, Anna decided to address something that she had been waiting all day to confront John about, "So... Where were you last night" said Anna in a less playful tone as she flicked her shoulder-length brown hair before taking a sip from her glass of wine.
John continued to chew through his food for a minute before giving a flat response, "My room, why?" He said. He wore black socks, dark blue shorts and a black t-shirt, he shared many of the same qualities as his mother; the hair, the brown eyes and the face.
Anna looked down at her food and held her hands together with her elbows on the old wooden table, "Then how come when I went in your room... You weren't there?" She asked while leaning forward over the table.
John's mind raced for an excuse under the pressure of his mother's gaze, "OK, fine... I-uh went to dad's house. I just didn't want to tell you" he said, looking up at his mother while chewing his food, hoping the answer would satisfy her.
Anna squinted her eyes at him, "Well, I called your father the morning after and he said that you were never there" said Anna as she waited for her son's response. Dumbfounded and knowing that he had been caught, he hung his head and waited for his mother to say the words that he was dreading.
"You're grounded." said Anna in a more assertive tone as she leaned back into a relaxed position. A stony silence washed over the room, "You can go out again when spring break is over." she added as her son stared at his shoe laces. He looked up at his mother who was staring directly into his eyes with a stern expression, "but spring break just started like two days ago" John complained.
His mother shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her wine, "you should've thought of that before you ran out... Oh and I forgot to mention, since I can't trust you to stay in your room without you leaving through a window, and I really hate to do this... but you're going to be tied down to your bed so that I know for sure that you won't be going anywhere." Said John's mother as she crossed her arms and looked across the table at him.
John's eyes grew to the size of saucer plates, for as long as he remembered, he enjoyed the idea of being tied up but even through his eighteen years of living he had never experienced it before. Anna saw the visible shock on her son's face, "I'm deadly serious, infact when you're done eating, I'll tuck you in" she said while slowly nodding her head.
John felt his heart race, he felt a flurry of different emotions which he couldn't decipher all mixing around in his stomach which was doing flips on to itself, "I-I I'm not hungry" he said while fumbling over his words trying to contain his emotions.
Anna's chair slid backwards across the old oak floor, "Very well then, let's go!" She said while standing up from her seat. As they made their way up the cream-carpetted stairs to his room, John felt hesitation as his anxiety swallowed him, however he knew that he couldn't back out now with his mother shooting daggers into his back as she walked behind him up the stairs.
As John opened up his bedroom door he saw coils of thick soft white rope tied around all 4 of his bed posts, a new emotion swarmed his body. Excitement. He finally understood what he was feeling at the dinner table, excitement blended up in worry and hesitation. In his mind, he compared it to the feeling of stepping onto a tall rollercoaster.
"Move!" Said Anna as she planted her hand into her son's back to gently nudge him through the doorway. His feet were planted on the bottom of the door frame as he looked into his room, his mother's nudge bringing him back from his deep state of thinking. The two moved cautiously through the relatively small bedroom which had a twin size bed in the corner adjacent to a night stand, across from a wardrobe. Anna guided her son, "just lie down on your back and slip your hands and feet into the restraints" Anna said as she commanded her son in a soft tone.
The butterflies in John's stomach wouldn't rest while he put his limbs into the small loops of rope attached to each wooden bed post. Anna went to the foot of the bed where her son's feet were restrained, "it's best if you don't struggle while I do this" she said in a matter-of-fact tone while tying up the loose end of the loop to hold John's foot in place.
John helplessly looked down at his mother while she tied up his second foot, feeling the rope constrict around his ankles as the knots were put into place, he looked side to side and saw his wrists in the loops of white rope, waiting to be bound.
Next, Anna moved up to her son's wrists, she sat on the mattress in order to reach the wrist restraint facing away from her. He could feel his freedom being ripped away as she finished knotting up his rope cuff, though the feeling of trying to move his hands away from the bed posts only to be firmly and swiftly restrained by the ropes did make his heart race. Too distracted with his other restraints, he almost ignored his last limb being tied down to the bed post, "There we go. Was that so hard?" Said Anna as she took a step back from the bed and put her hands on her hips, proud of her work.
John's body was spread out like an eagle over his bed, his wrists and ankles were jammed against the solid wooden bed posts. Impossible to move, the ropes like steel. The feeling of being restrained in this way was new to him, though he enjoyed it, exhausting all options, wriggling his body, he was not getting out until the morning. It dawned on him that he had truly given up any freedom that he had until that moment.
Anna looked down at her struggling son, "how do you feel? Too tight in some places? Too loose maybe?" She said trying to fish a response from her son. John grunted as he struggled, "it's tight but I don't mind it" he said as he became accustomed to his restraints.
Anna looked up and down his body to ensure that he was tied down securely, "OK good... Wait I forgot something" she said cheerfully as she reached into the back pocket of her denim jeans. She pulled out a long thin white stretchy cloth, "I forgot to put the gag on your mouth" Anna said playfully as she draped the cloth around John's face over his nose and under his chin. The cloth was thin enough that John could breathe through it easily. The cloth was tightened securely around the back of his head, so tightly that his lips were held together by the stretchy material, giving a prominent outline of his lips. His jaw too, was also held shut with the cloth, aided by the stretchy going over his nose.
John felt a unique sense of powerlessness feeling the cloth wrap around him, completely silencing him, only allowing him to speak at the discretion of his mother. Anna patted her thighs and looked around the room making sure she remembered everything that she wanted to do, "OK, well if I see that you've gotten out or tried to get out in the morning I can show you a whole other world of fun... Goodnight!" Anna said as she slinked towards the door and tuened off the light, "Sleep tight!" She said playfully before shutting the door. John shook his arms and looked at the door, "Gooph ni-mph!" He shouted back.
Left alone in the pitch blackness, John struggled furiously. He was equally relieved and frustrated that his bindings wouldn't leave him easily. Several grunts and groans made their way through the tight cloth. After many hours of the headboard banging against the wall from his relentless thrashing, he grew tired and stared at the ceiling. He had imagined for years what it would be like to be tied up, especially he had little to no control over his situation, much like he was now. In some ways it was better than he expected and in other ways it wasn't as good as he thought it would be.
One thing that surprised him was how quickly he became desperate to escape. When imagining it he always thought that he would stay still and quiet, enjoying it. But now that he was actually tied up, his only thoughts were of trying to escape and frustration at the difficulty of that task.
As he stared into the pitch blackness he thought about an incident that had happened a few years before when his big sister was nineteen and living in the house. At the time he was fifteen and heard what sounded like a quiet argument between his sister and her mother. He sneakily poked his head into his sister's room to see what was happening where he saw his mother standing over his sister who laid on her bed. John at the time could quite clearly make out his mother's voice as she spoke but his sister's voice sounded hushed, muffled and impossible to make out what was being said. His sister was on her bed with her ankles touching her thighs with what looked like a brown leather strap binding them together with a connecting strap wrapped around her wrists which were behind her back. Nevertheless John slinked away before he could be seen by his mother and back into his room. For a moment he was bewildered by what he saw, but thought nothing of it. Now, however it made a lot more sense to him.
Early the next morning, John awoke in his bed, still tied down with the cloth over his mouth. "GHHHHNNPH!" John shouted in an attempt to get his mother's attention, eventually she heard him and walked into his room wearing a white robe.
"Did you sleep well?" Said Anna as she undid the knots around his feet. "Ymnh" replied John impatiently waiting for the ropes to be removed from him. After his wrist restraints were removed he sat up with the cloth still around mouth, quickly untying the right rag from his head, "Finally!" John said, "Do I need to do that every day for the next two weeks?" He asked.
"I'm afraid so." Said his mother flatly as she walked out the room. The same feeling of thrill that he had felt before engulfed him, throughout the day whenever he looked at the loops of rope still wrapped around his bed posts, waiting to hold him down that night.
Come evening, when the two had finished their dinner and John had prepared for bed, he sat on his bed, patiently awaiting the arrival of his mother. Anna walked in wearing a red dress black satin gloves, holding a few lengths of white rope and a roll of grey duct tape, "I'm going out with my friends tonight so I need to tie you down extra tight, ok?" She said as she walked towards the bed. John obliged and slipped his hands and feet into the ropes on his bed though he was curious what his mother had in store for him.
While his mother was tightening and knotting off his normal restraints, John was curious, "Did you ever punish Sara like this before she moved out?" He asked as his wrist was secured to the bed post. Anna took a length of white rope that she had brought in and held it, "Your sister did something similar to what you did when she was nineteen and I punished her in a similar way" she said as she wrapped the length of rope under and over the bed where John's waist was.
Another length of rope went under and over the bed where his stomach before a last piece went under and over the bed where his upper chest was. Each piece of rope was tightened, pinning his body firmly against the bed, "What did you tie her up with?" John asked while attempting to move his torso. Anna opened up one John's clothes drawers and dug through it, "I just used a few of my old belts, why?" She asked him before pulling out a pair of white socks.
"Just wondering." Said John whole looking up at the ceiling, his suspicions had been confirmed, he did really see his sister in restraint when he looked through her door those years ago. "That's enough questions for today I think" said Anna as she rolled up the pair of socks into a tight cylinder.
"No but really, wh- NMNNMM!" said John before he was muffled by the socks jammed into his mouth. "Shh... I think for a gag to be effective it needs to accomplish three things" said Anna while pressing her thumb down on the socks as the stuffing barely fit between his lips, before grabbing the roll of duct tape.
"It needs to muffle the cries of the prisoner" she said as she tried to pick at the silver tape through her gloves before resorting to using her teeth to unravel it. The sound of the tape ripping was powerful and echoed through the room, John could feel the sound in his chest, physically and emotionally. Anna firmly pressed the tape over John's mouth and smoothed it across his cheeks with her gloved fingers. She repeated this action over the entire lower half of his face, pressing, smoothing, sealing the sticky silver tape on his face.
"The prisoner can't be able to remove it themselves" said Anna after pressing down the last piece of tape over her son's mouth which gave a clear impression of his lips through the tape. Shocked by the speed and the gracefulness of how his speech - or any ability to make noise for that matter - had been ripped away from him in such a seemingly kind way.
"And finally, for a gag to be effective it must drive the prisoner crazy" whispered Anna into her son's ear before making her way to the door in complete silence. "I won't be home too late, goodnight!" She said before turning out the light and shutting the door leaving her son stunned at what had just happened.
As he heard the car pulling out the driveway he stayed mostly still and played around with the knots tying up his wrists above him. Due to his lack of energy and the security of his bondage he didn't find a chance to undo any of his ropes, choosing instead to lay still. After a few hours of falling in and out of sleep he managed to get a knot almost loose, he picked and picked and picked until it was loose enough that he could slip his hand out with enough effort.
That was until he heard the front door to the house open up, he knew his mother would check up on him so he ceased his efforts until she went to bed. The door to his room swung open, "I'm back! Are you sleeping" she announced to the pitch black room. "Nmmm!" Responded John, the rolled up sock muffling and silencing him.
Anna made her way closer to the foot of the bed, "Anything itchy that I need to scratch?" She said looking over him, "should I scratch these?" Said Anna before gently tracing shapes over John's soles. The soft black material running against the bottom of his feet caused him to struggle and move wildly - though the ropes around his stomach and chest severely limited his struggling. "GNNMMM!" he violently shouted and pleaded while looking at his mother at the foot of the bed.
"Calm down." She said in a reassuring voice, "I'm just teasing you... Goodnight" she said before turning the light off once more. Now that she had left him alone, John could focus on his attempted escape. After twenty or so minutes of picking at the knot and then pulling with all his strength, his hand slipped out. After one hand was out it was relatively simple and quick to untie the rest of his restraints.
In the pitch black he stood up next to his bed, ripped the layers of creased tape over his mouth and spat out his rolled up white socks which pressed against every corner of his mouth. With his new found freedom he had no idea what to do. Leave the house again? Call his dad? Call his sister? Try convince his mom? Thoughts raced through his head as he paced up and down his room. It was then that an idea popped into his head, he quickly took all the ropes that had been used to tie him up and laid them in a pile.
John hastily grabbed the pile and sneakily made his way to his mother's bedroom door. Slowly he pushed down on the handle and carefully he pushed the door open to the pitch black room. As his eyes adjusted to the dark he saw his mom sleeping on her stomach, he laid the pile of white ropes on the mattress and then lifted her covers.
Anna was wearing black thigh-high stockings, a black night dress and the same black satin gloves that she had been wearing earlier. Her back faced him and the side of her head was smooshed against the pillow with her wrists already somewhat behind her which was convenient for her son.
After taking deep breaths and building up the courage to himself, John wrapped the white rope around Anna's wrists before cinching it tightly, holding her hands tightly together as he did so. As she groggily came to, another piece of rope was cinched over her ankles, binding them together tightly. Next, a third piece of rope was tied under her chest to hold her upper arms in place, then with a fourth piece he tied a loop around her stomach to hold her wrists in place against her body.
"WHA- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Shrieked Anna in suprise as she felt her limbs being constricted and encircled by the soft white ropes. The fifth and sixth pieces of long white rope went around Anna's thighs and upper legs respectively, completely immobilising any movement of her legs. The seventh and last piece of rope went around Anna's upper chest, pinning her shoulders to her back. "Let me go!" Anna demanded as she twisted and shook in her restraints.
"We'll talk about it in the morning" said John dismissively. He opened up his mother's nightstand in search for an eye mask, "Can I ask who wears gloves when they go to sleep?" Said John trying to hold a laugh while opening the drawers. Anna looked up at him unamused while still desperately rolling and pulling into the ropes while lying down on her bed, "what? My fingers and my toes get cold at night that's why" she said while continuing her desperate struggle.
After a few seconds of digging he found a sleep mask, as he pulled it out, what he saw underneath shocked him. He had found a white two and a half inch wide ball gag lying underneath the eye mask, accompanied by 4 pairs of handcuffs. John lifted the gat up in front of his mother, "What is this?" He said while chuckling in amazement.
Anna's face turned red, a mix of embarrassment and anger swallowed her body whole, "put it away and let me go" she said sternly. John sat on the bed and pulled his mother upwards so that she was sitting up right, "I always wondered how effective these were" John said as he shifted Anna so that her back was turned to him.
"I mean it put it aw- aarrphh!" Anna shouted before the large white ball was slid across her tongue and put behind her teeth before the black leather straps were locked in place, fully silencing any of her complaints.
John got up from his sitting position and looked down at his mother who was bound head to toe. Her tongue, her shoulders, her elbows, her gloves hands, her legs and her ankles were all tangled up and restrained in some way.
In response to John's condescending, pitiful look, Anna's eyes exchanged a glance of pure fury before being covered up by her black silky eye mask.
To be continued...