Koomza : 01 - Stories of me, my mom, and my friends
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Koomza's stories
01 - Stories of me, my mom, and my friends
Story index at the bottom
By Koomza
by Koomza » Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:03 pm
Hi all! My name is Stephanie, been reading this board since 2008, as well as the Dreambook archives and the old forums well before that, but only recently decided to actually make an account here. I’m an 21-year-old girl, roughly 5’5”. I’m a brunette, and I’ve been called both skinny and busty by my friends.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been interested in being tied up and gagged; I think it started with watching the Rocky and Bullwinkle show and seeing the woman tied up during the opening to the Dudley Do-Right parts. When I was little, and when my parents went off to bed after they thought they tucked me in, I’d use Scotch tape to “tie up” my hands and feet, and gag myself, as I pretended I was being held for ransom.
Years later, after I turned 11 and managed to convince my parents to let me have a computer with internet in my room, I discovered Canuck’s TUG Dreambook archives and the old forum, and I spent a lot of time reading the stories, imagining myself in them.
(Quick note: my first few stories might not seem terribly intimate, but as they go on, they do get intimate, and I’d prefer to keep my stories in one place.)
My first experience with adult bondage was 3 years ago. I was stuck on a math problem, so I went to look for my mom. Before I go any further, let me describe my mom. My mom, Karen, raised me on her own; my dad left us before I was born. She’s 44 at the moment, a few inches taller than I am, and she has huge breasts; I think she’s a D-cup, she’s never told me. I personally consider her attractive; I’ve never understood why she’s never looked for a new husband.
Anyways, I called for her a few times, but she didn’t respond, which was odd. I decided to head upstairs and see if she was in her room doing work; I knocked on the door, and still got no response. I decided to just open it, and I still didn’t see her. I did hear something coming from her bathroom though; when I opened it, I saw my mom with her hands behind her, tape over her mouth, and in her underwear! When she saw me, she flipped out and started motioning towards a key on the counter. I grabbed the key and unlocked the handcuffs.
“Holy shit, mom, what happened?!”
“Sweetie...”
“Do we need to call the police? Was anything stolen? Are you all right, mo-”
“Stephanie! I’m all right, no one broke in, everything is fine. It’s just... well, find a place to sit and I’ll tell you.”
After a bit, Mom came into her bedroom, where we both sat down. I’ll spare you the exact details, but she gave me a combo “the talk” and why she liked self-bondage. On the outside I was serious, but inside, I couldn’t help but find it funny. Apparently, a liking of being tied up is genetic, who knew? After the talk, Mom told me something that made me turn red like a tomato:
“Steph, I know you like being bound and gagged as much as I do; you don’t think I didn’t see you when you were little?”
I didn’t really reply here so much as spew out gibberish and a few random words. My mom chuckled. “Would you like to try actually being tied up, Steph?” I enthusiastically nodded yes.
Sorry for cutting off my first post here, but it’s getting late here and I’m getting tired; I’ll post my first actual tie-up experience tomorrow!
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Koomza's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Adults" section
01 - Stories of me, my mom, and my friends
Story index at the bottom
By Koomza
by Koomza » Mon Apr 30, 2012 11:03 pm
Hi all! My name is Stephanie, been reading this board since 2008, as well as the Dreambook archives and the old forums well before that, but only recently decided to actually make an account here. I’m an 21-year-old girl, roughly 5’5”. I’m a brunette, and I’ve been called both skinny and busty by my friends.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been interested in being tied up and gagged; I think it started with watching the Rocky and Bullwinkle show and seeing the woman tied up during the opening to the Dudley Do-Right parts. When I was little, and when my parents went off to bed after they thought they tucked me in, I’d use Scotch tape to “tie up” my hands and feet, and gag myself, as I pretended I was being held for ransom.
Years later, after I turned 11 and managed to convince my parents to let me have a computer with internet in my room, I discovered Canuck’s TUG Dreambook archives and the old forum, and I spent a lot of time reading the stories, imagining myself in them.
(Quick note: my first few stories might not seem terribly intimate, but as they go on, they do get intimate, and I’d prefer to keep my stories in one place.)
My first experience with adult bondage was 3 years ago. I was stuck on a math problem, so I went to look for my mom. Before I go any further, let me describe my mom. My mom, Karen, raised me on her own; my dad left us before I was born. She’s 44 at the moment, a few inches taller than I am, and she has huge breasts; I think she’s a D-cup, she’s never told me. I personally consider her attractive; I’ve never understood why she’s never looked for a new husband.
Anyways, I called for her a few times, but she didn’t respond, which was odd. I decided to head upstairs and see if she was in her room doing work; I knocked on the door, and still got no response. I decided to just open it, and I still didn’t see her. I did hear something coming from her bathroom though; when I opened it, I saw my mom with her hands behind her, tape over her mouth, and in her underwear! When she saw me, she flipped out and started motioning towards a key on the counter. I grabbed the key and unlocked the handcuffs.
“Holy shit, mom, what happened?!”
“Sweetie...”
“Do we need to call the police? Was anything stolen? Are you all right, mo-”
“Stephanie! I’m all right, no one broke in, everything is fine. It’s just... well, find a place to sit and I’ll tell you.”
After a bit, Mom came into her bedroom, where we both sat down. I’ll spare you the exact details, but she gave me a combo “the talk” and why she liked self-bondage. On the outside I was serious, but inside, I couldn’t help but find it funny. Apparently, a liking of being tied up is genetic, who knew? After the talk, Mom told me something that made me turn red like a tomato:
“Steph, I know you like being bound and gagged as much as I do; you don’t think I didn’t see you when you were little?”
I didn’t really reply here so much as spew out gibberish and a few random words. My mom chuckled. “Would you like to try actually being tied up, Steph?” I enthusiastically nodded yes.
Sorry for cutting off my first post here, but it’s getting late here and I’m getting tired; I’ll post my first actual tie-up experience tomorrow!
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Koomza's stories
- 01 - Stories of me, my mom, and my friends (self/F, F/f, F/Ff, FF/ff, ff/FF)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Adults" section