First Time Tying and Gagging My Mom (m/F)
Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2022 4:04 pm
This happened twelve years ago, when I was 13 and mom was 38.
I have always been fascinated by bondage. As I got into my teen years that fascination grew. One one particular summer day (I believe it was August), I was alone with my mom and decided to try to use this opportunity to tie and gag someone for the first time, and I thought my mom would be the perfect candidate. My mom is a very attractive woman. She looks similar to Helena Bonham Carter, or at least that’s what the celeb look-alike app says. On this day she was wearing a light blue t-shirt and jean shorts.
I approached her and asked “I’m bored and there’s nothing to do. Can we play a game.”
“What kind of game?” she responded.
“Cops and robbers.”
She looked puzzled. “What does it entail?”
“Well, I play a robber who robs you. I tied you up, gag you, and you have to try to escape as I pretend to rob you. Then when I’m done I pretend I’m a cop and rescue you,” I explained.
Mom stared at me for a second. “What if I get free?”
“Oh, you have to try and get away from me before I capture you again.”
Mom sighed. “Do I really have to be tied and gagged? Can’t I just pretend?”
“But it’d be more fun and real if I actually tie and gag you!” I begged.
“Ugh, fine,” she said.
“We’re gonna go down to the basement.”
Our basement had our old kitchen setup, with a table and chairs. Mom used that to pretend she was sitting at the table, doing stuff. I ran upstairs, grabbed some rope from the garage, and my toy gun. I got into character as I ran down the stairs. Once down I pointed my gun at her.
“Freeze, lady! This is a robbery!!”
Mom jumped out of her chair and raised her arms. “Oh please,” she begged convincingly, “don’t shoot! I’ll do anything you say!!”
I did an evil laugh. “Good! It’ll be easier for both of us that way. Sit back down and put your arms behind the back of the chair.”
Mom noticed the rope. “No, please don’t tie me up! I won’t do anything, I promise!”
I pretended to be angry. “Lady, if you don’t do as I say I’ll have to shoot!”
Mom obeyed. I moved over to her and used a fair amount of rope to tie her hands. I moved to the front and tied each ankle to the leg of the chair. I then grabbed a toy ball that our dog played with from the toy bin, about 2 inches in diameter.
"Alright lady, time to stuff your mouth with this and keep you quiet,” I ordered.
“No, please don’t gag me! I’ll keep quiet, I promise!” mom pleaded.
“Too bad I can’t risk you making any noise.”
Mom willingly opened her mouth and I stuffed the ball between her teeth. She grunted and gagged a little. I took my belt off (it was one of those belts with a bunch of holes along the entire length) looped it around her head and buckled it to keep the ball in place. I stepped back to admire her. God, she looked so hot bound and gagged like that. I just stared at her for a few moments.
Within seconds she began drooling. She looked down at the drool on her shirt, looked up at me and tried to say something while she squirmed a bit. I had no clue what she was saying, so I just did an evil laugh and said “I’m sorry lady, I can’t understand you.”
She began yelling through the gag, causing her to drool even more. I began taunting her more, playing my role as the robber very well. After a few minutes mom just stopped trying to communicate and just played along. For the next 45 minutes I taunted her, told her that she’s my prisoner, made fun of her for drooling, and said she won’t get free until the cops arrive. Mom drooled the entire time, and the front of her shirt was completely soaked.
After 45 minutes I made fake siren sounds and said “Well lady, I enjoyed our time together, but I must leave now so I don’t get arrested.”
I ran up the stairs and pretended to leave. I waited on the other side of the door for about a minute, then came back down in character as a police officer. My mom played along well, pretending to be happy as I approached her.
“Oh my god, what happened? Did a robber tie and gag you?”
Mom nodded.
“Well let me get you free so I can ask you some questions about what happened.”
I began by untying her ankles, taking my time doing to so I could continue to see my mom in peril. I stood up and unbuckled the belt from around her head. She spit the ball out of her mouth along with a fairly large gob of saliva. A strand of drool still hung from her bottom lip as I moved behind her to untie her hands.
Convincingly, mom explained “Officer, this evil robber came in, tied me to this chair and stuffed a ball in my mouth to shut me up while he robbed the place. I have never been so scared or humiliated in my life!”
I patted her shoulder. “Well m’am, you’re safe now. Nobody is going to tie and gag you or rob you on my watch.”
I still think about that nearly every day. Ever since then I’ve always had a fascination of tying and gagging my mom, and MILF’s/older women. I wish I could tie and gag her again. Even at age 50 she still looks great. In fact, I think she’d make an amazing bondage model.
I have always been fascinated by bondage. As I got into my teen years that fascination grew. One one particular summer day (I believe it was August), I was alone with my mom and decided to try to use this opportunity to tie and gag someone for the first time, and I thought my mom would be the perfect candidate. My mom is a very attractive woman. She looks similar to Helena Bonham Carter, or at least that’s what the celeb look-alike app says. On this day she was wearing a light blue t-shirt and jean shorts.
I approached her and asked “I’m bored and there’s nothing to do. Can we play a game.”
“What kind of game?” she responded.
“Cops and robbers.”
She looked puzzled. “What does it entail?”
“Well, I play a robber who robs you. I tied you up, gag you, and you have to try to escape as I pretend to rob you. Then when I’m done I pretend I’m a cop and rescue you,” I explained.
Mom stared at me for a second. “What if I get free?”
“Oh, you have to try and get away from me before I capture you again.”
Mom sighed. “Do I really have to be tied and gagged? Can’t I just pretend?”
“But it’d be more fun and real if I actually tie and gag you!” I begged.
“Ugh, fine,” she said.
“We’re gonna go down to the basement.”
Our basement had our old kitchen setup, with a table and chairs. Mom used that to pretend she was sitting at the table, doing stuff. I ran upstairs, grabbed some rope from the garage, and my toy gun. I got into character as I ran down the stairs. Once down I pointed my gun at her.
“Freeze, lady! This is a robbery!!”
Mom jumped out of her chair and raised her arms. “Oh please,” she begged convincingly, “don’t shoot! I’ll do anything you say!!”
I did an evil laugh. “Good! It’ll be easier for both of us that way. Sit back down and put your arms behind the back of the chair.”
Mom noticed the rope. “No, please don’t tie me up! I won’t do anything, I promise!”
I pretended to be angry. “Lady, if you don’t do as I say I’ll have to shoot!”
Mom obeyed. I moved over to her and used a fair amount of rope to tie her hands. I moved to the front and tied each ankle to the leg of the chair. I then grabbed a toy ball that our dog played with from the toy bin, about 2 inches in diameter.
"Alright lady, time to stuff your mouth with this and keep you quiet,” I ordered.
“No, please don’t gag me! I’ll keep quiet, I promise!” mom pleaded.
“Too bad I can’t risk you making any noise.”
Mom willingly opened her mouth and I stuffed the ball between her teeth. She grunted and gagged a little. I took my belt off (it was one of those belts with a bunch of holes along the entire length) looped it around her head and buckled it to keep the ball in place. I stepped back to admire her. God, she looked so hot bound and gagged like that. I just stared at her for a few moments.
Within seconds she began drooling. She looked down at the drool on her shirt, looked up at me and tried to say something while she squirmed a bit. I had no clue what she was saying, so I just did an evil laugh and said “I’m sorry lady, I can’t understand you.”
She began yelling through the gag, causing her to drool even more. I began taunting her more, playing my role as the robber very well. After a few minutes mom just stopped trying to communicate and just played along. For the next 45 minutes I taunted her, told her that she’s my prisoner, made fun of her for drooling, and said she won’t get free until the cops arrive. Mom drooled the entire time, and the front of her shirt was completely soaked.
After 45 minutes I made fake siren sounds and said “Well lady, I enjoyed our time together, but I must leave now so I don’t get arrested.”
I ran up the stairs and pretended to leave. I waited on the other side of the door for about a minute, then came back down in character as a police officer. My mom played along well, pretending to be happy as I approached her.
“Oh my god, what happened? Did a robber tie and gag you?”
Mom nodded.
“Well let me get you free so I can ask you some questions about what happened.”
I began by untying her ankles, taking my time doing to so I could continue to see my mom in peril. I stood up and unbuckled the belt from around her head. She spit the ball out of her mouth along with a fairly large gob of saliva. A strand of drool still hung from her bottom lip as I moved behind her to untie her hands.
Convincingly, mom explained “Officer, this evil robber came in, tied me to this chair and stuffed a ball in my mouth to shut me up while he robbed the place. I have never been so scared or humiliated in my life!”
I patted her shoulder. “Well m’am, you’re safe now. Nobody is going to tie and gag you or rob you on my watch.”
I still think about that nearly every day. Ever since then I’ve always had a fascination of tying and gagging my mom, and MILF’s/older women. I wish I could tie and gag her again. Even at age 50 she still looks great. In fact, I think she’d make an amazing bondage model.