Lana again. My boyfriend, I'll call him Sam, won't be back until after Christmas. He and his folks will be out of town for that week. So, believe it or not, my mom asked me Wednesday morning if I would like for her to tie me up. I jumped at the chance. So about 1:00 pm, she undressed me in my room, tied my hands together in front of me, and blindfolded and gagged me. She led me from my upstairs bedroom, downstairs through the main floor, then down into the basement. Here she laid the rope tying my hands over one of the basement beams and pulled me up until my bare heels were just off the floor. She inserted a vibrator into my little cunt, and a thin one into my asshole, which she then forced completely inside both holes with a single crotch rope. She took a thin chain and attached my three rings -- the ones in each nipple and the one in my clit -- and pulled them all as far as they would go and attached the chain to itself with a very small lock. My nipples were pulled down very strictly, my clit pulled up the same way. It was painful, yet very exciting and pleasurable at the same time.
Then she tied my ankles together, then tied my knees together. Finally, she turned on the two vibrators -- the one in my cunt and the one in my asshole. I screamed through the small ballgag she used in my mouth. She told me she would see me later. So she left me by my self, naked, bound, gagged, blindfolded, my nipples and clit chained together, the vibrators on. They drove me wild. I thrashed around quite a bit.
I began to shudder, and felt an orgasm coming. I screamed into my gag as the orgasm swept over my body. I continued to writhe in my bondage. The vibrators really did their thing on my body. As I shook, the chain to my rings seemed to pull even tighter, increasing my feelings of my nudity and helplessness. I came again. And still my mom left me alone. I don't know how many orgasms I "suffered" through. I could feel the liquid from all my orgasms seeping down my inner thighs. Suddenly, the vibrators stopped. The batteries went dead.
Now I stood there, truly suffering. Without the vibrations to concentrate on, my nipples and clitoris soon became my points of pain and pleasure. I tried to yell through my ballgag for my mom to come down, but of course that was a useless task. So I have no idea how long I stood there. I became hungry and thirsty. But still I hung there, sweating and in pain. I needed the dead vibrators pulled out of my cunt and ass. I tried to force them out, but the crotch rope held them in securely. I could only wait. And wait. And wait . . . Finally, and I mean finally, my mom came down. "OK, dear. I am going to undo your crotch rope and pull out the vibrators."
When she did this I gasped at the emptiness I felt. I had mixed feelings. I now felt empty, yet glad they were gone. "Now for the chain." She removed the chain and allowed my nipples and clit to return to their normal position. She rubbed my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other to get the blood circulating again. I screamed through my gag because it HURT!
Finally, with one hand she began to play with my cunt and clit, with the other she played with my asshole. Very gently, very easily, and for a very long time. She must have spent an hour doing me this way, allowing me to reach the point of orgasm again, then stopping until it subsided. Finally, I had the most intense orgasm of the day as my mom masturbated me. At last, she untied me. I fell into her arms. She took me upstairs, gave me a bath, and put me to bed for the rest of the day, bringing me up some supper and something to drink, then kissed me and told me good night. I hope she ties me up again soon.
I got my wish. Saturday morning I came downstairs naked (I am always naked unless we go somewhere, then I try to be as naked as I can, depending on the type of clothes I have to wear -- I never wear underwear for one thing), and ate some breakfast. When I finished Mom was twirling some rope in one hand. I smiled a little smile, waiting.
This time she led me up to Clark's bedroom, where the eyehooks still protruded from the ceiling. She made a double loop in one of the eyehooks, and let the rope hang. She then put the cuffs on me, locking all four together so my wrists and ankles were all attached. She blindfolded me and gagged me. She put a collar on me, and brought my back up a little way, then tied my collar to my ankle/wrists cuffs, so I was in a semi-raised position. Then she put the rope through all four D-rings on my ankle/wrist cuffs, then very slightly p ulled me off the floor. She stuffed a dildo in my cunt and a thin one in my ass. She clamped my nipples, this time with alligator clamps that really bit into my nipples, really causing pain with the nipple rings already in them. Then she did the same to my clit, and I cried out as it bit into my pierced clit. The dildos were not vibrators, unfortunately.
She told me to have fun, and left me there. I struggled, knowing I couldn't get loose. The clamps began to hurt like hell, the cunt and butt hole dildos rubbing inside me, but not enough to make me cum. The more I struggled, the more the clamps bit, and the more the dildos rubbed inside me. But I COULD . . . NOT . . . CUM!!!!!
I continued to struggle, thinking if I struggled hard enough I could make myself cum. I began to swing lightly back and forth. But coming just didn't happen. I couldn't. I hung there for a few minutes, not struggling, just hanging, lightly swinging. Suddenly, hands took hold of my body and twisted me a round and around, like kids do on swings. Mom (I hoped it was her) continued to twist me just as much as she could, then pushed me just as hard as she could. I now swung back and forth while untwisting on my own. This made me a little dizzy.
I swung and twisted a little the other way, then untwisted again. Each time the twists grew fewer and fewer, until I was just swinging back and forth. Then, hands twisted me again, and it started all over. I heard a giggle this time that certainly wasn't my mother's. And I repeated the twisting and swinging.
When I stopped the second time, I heard my mother tell me that she would untie me, but would re-cuff my wrists behind my back, and lead me downstairs by my collar. She wouldn't take the blindfold off nor take out the gag, but someone else would take care of my blindfold. She led me downstairs and I was made to stand in the middle of the living room, then she locked my ankles together. Now I stood there, naked, collard, blindfolded an d gagged, wrists cuffed behind my back and my ankles locked together, not knowing what to expect. Then I heard a very boyish voice.
"I have seen you around school. I am new here, and thought you might like to go out with me. You are a very pretty girl, and even prettier when you are bound up like this. I hope I get to tie you up, too."
He removed my blindfold, and in front of me stood a boy my age, and a very handsome one, at that. I had seen him around school as well, and thought I might like to go out with him, but was too afraid to ask. Now here he was, in front of me, and I couldn't answer him. I decided on a nod. This brought a great big grin to his face. He came over and kissed me on the cheek. I had thought nothing about being naked and bound in front of him.
It seemed as natural as can be. I could do nothing as my mom prodded him to go ahead and touch me. He hesitantly placed his hands over my nipples, still clamped. He flicked the clamps and drove me up the wall. I screamed they hurt so badly. He moved a hand down to my cunt, and slipped a finger in. I still hadn't cum, and when he began to move it in and out, the other hand still flicking my nipple clamps, it only took a few minutes for me to orgasm so hard I actually fell over. I lay on my side, breathing through my nose. He lay down beside me, pulled me to him, and kissed me around my gag.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow about noon, and we'll go to a movie. My treat, and hamburgers afterward." He got up and left.
Mom then untied me, first removing all the clamps and rubbing my nipples and clit to get the blood flowing again. This also hurt. She removed my gag, then helped me to stand up. She hugged me, then unlocked my ankle and wrist cuffs. She asked me about Sunday. I was eager to go with him. But I had an idea on how I should dress -- or rather, undress -- for him. But that is another story, my next one in fact.
Sunday morning before the boy was supposed to pick me up (I still didn't even know his name), I asked mom about how she met him, how she knew that he wouldn't be embarrassed by me being naked and tied up, etc. She said she met his dad in the supermarket, and the boy was with him, whose name, by the way, was Leo, and they got to talking. Leo's mother had also died, but many years ago. The reason that Leo wasn't embarrassed about seeing me naked and tied up was because his dad did the same thing to him. He suffered through many strict bondage sessions with his dad, in much the same way that I did with mom.
After I had a late breakfast, I brushed my teeth then got ready to meet him. I put on my ankle and wrist cuffs, a pair of sandals (which I didn't really want to wear being so cold), and a knee-length coat. Nothing underneath but me. I took along two locks with keys, just in case. I put on a little lipstick, a little eye make up. Just enough to highlight my face, not enough to look like a prostitute, but still look like a little girl.
At noon precisely he rang the doorbell and I answered it. He smiled at me and gave me his arm, which I took. He guided me out to the car, and we rode in silence to the movie theater. He bought the tickets and we went in, found the right theater, and sat at the very back, in the very last row. I gave him the locks and keys. He smiled at me. Before too many people came in he had me slip my arms out of the coat and locked the wrist cuffs behind me, then pulled the coat back around me. He bent down and slipped my feet out of my sandals and locked my ankle cuffs as well.
He reached into my coat and found my chest and nipples. I sat to the left of him, and he put his left arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. He reached inside my coat and found my chest, then my nipples. He rubbed them a little, and I gasped. He rolled them in his fingers. He pinched them, and I gasped again. He cupped his left hand around my mouth as a gag. He pulled on my nipple rings one at a time, allowing them to snap back. Each time I gasped through his hand. The pain and pleasure shot through me. The fact that I was naked beneath my coat while everyone else was fully clothed really drove me up the wall. He continued to play with my nipples for a good thirty minutes. The movie started, but I don't remember what we saw.
His hand slowly inched its way down, to my stomach and my belly button where he played and tickled for a little while. Finally, my cunt and my clit. He pulled on my clit ring, twisted it throwing me into spasms of pain and delight. He rubbed it, making me jerk in my chair. No one else was in the back row, so no one actually saw us. As he continued to play with my clit ring and the clit itself, I continued to jerk in my chair, unable to avoid his fingers.
Finally, one of his fingers slid inside my cunt. I pushed my feet against the floor raising my body a good foot out of my seat. He began moving his finger in and out of my cunt, making sure my clit was being rubbed at the same time. I finally tensed several times, screaming into his hand still over my mouth, having orgasmed so hard I fell out of my seat. Leo helped me back up and before anyone could see anything, pulled the coat back over me. He left my hands and feet locked together, and we finished the movie.
Just before the movie ended he unlocked my feet and replaced my sandals, but left my wrists cuffed behind me. He buttoned up my coat and tucked the sleeves into the pockets, and we walked out with no one the wiser.
His dad picked us up. We went to a drive-through, and got burgers and sodas and fries. He fed my meal to me, then took me home. I was forced to walk up to my house with my hands still cuffed behind me. I told him thank you, kissed him on the cheek, and told him I don't think I would go out with him again. I told him I already had a boyfriend 14 years old, and was really true to him.
Leo walked away. Mom let me in, unlocked my wrists, and let me go to bed.
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