Thoughts of a Quiet Time (F/mm) (Part 2 Added)
Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2024 12:26 am
My day began when my son entered my room to tell me that his friend, Luis, was coming over in about 5 minutes. Now he was old enough that I could trust him to invite his own friends over, but at 8 AM on a Sunday? He could've gave me more of a heads-up and I said as such to him, "John you could have told me yesterday." He tried to apologise but I was too tired to hear it so I sent him downstairs.
I heard his friend enter the house and thought it was about time to crawl out of bed. I put on a button down white shirt with tights and a black leather skirt which at least made me presentable to our unannounced guest. I tied back my long brown hair and made it into a messy bun. I thought to myself that I looked like an uptight business woman but it was better than pajamas I guess. Before I could leave my bedroom I could hear the boys making a ruckus downstairs, I would have given anything to keep them still and quiet.
It was then I had an epiphany, we had at least 20 feet of unused rope in the garage. The idea of tying up your son and his friend because they are annoying you would remain an intrusive (though tempting) thought for most. However it was a thought which I was about to give in to.
I walked down the stairs where I found the boys making a commotion. They both turned to look at me like a dear caught in the headlights. After a second of silence I spoke "I think I have a good idea for a game you two could play. I will tie you both together and whoever gets out first can decide a punishment for the other person."
They looked at eachother and back towards me, "Sure!" John said. I motioned them to go wait in the basement while I got everything together. The basement was carpeted and relatively large in comparison to the rest of the house with large wooden overhead beams going across the whole thing. Over the years it became one giant storage closet for everything we weren't using at the time. Despite this there was a sizeable amount of free space in the middle where the game would happen.
I searched through the garage and found multiple lengths of rope which was easily enough to hold both of them still. As well as the ropes I took some duct tape and a few rags of varying sizes and lengths.
I came down the stairs of the basement with all the supplies in hand and laid them all out on an old wooden dresser which we had laying down there. "What's the tape for?" My overly inquisitive son asked, "incase I run out of rope" a lie which I told him bluntly. It's actual purpose was to keep them silent throughout the entirety of the game.
I took the hands of my son's friend Luis and put them behind his back and crossed his wrists. I wrapped the soft white rope around his wrists, vertically and horizontally before tying it off with a knot. He yanked and pulled but the ropes would not budge before I made him lie on the carpet. I took the loose end of the rope and pulled it tight then looped the rope around his ankles and then I wrapped the rope between his ankles.
After I finished tying it off I stood up and said "how's that for you?" To which he tried to push his legs down, making the rest of his body come up "it's quite snug" which made my son laugh.
I grabbed another bit of rope and turned to my son "OK it's your turn" he reluctantly turned which allowed me to grab his hands and tie them in the same manner as his friend. I layed him down on the ground and put his ankles around the rope which tied his friends legs together. I then tied up my son's legs and connected the rope to his wrist restraints.
I stood up and was quite impressed by my work. Years of being a girl scout finally paid off, I thought to myself. John and Luis were now tangled together by their ankle rope. They both made a fruitless effort to get out only resulting in noise of the ropes being pulled and strained.
It was then that I told them that for the game to be more difficult, they would both be gagged so that they could not co-ordinate with one another (the actual reason was that I wanted peace and quiet).
Neither of them were a big fan of this idea and both of them began to plead. "You see this is why I'm taping your mouths shut in the first place" I said while I grabbed the duct tape and rags from the dresser. Their pleading calmed until I sat on the carpet next to Luis and tore of a few pieces of duct tape.
Luis was a good sport about it and found the whole thing funny, only pretending to move his head away before letting me stuff a white rag in his mouth. I shut his lips, holding the rag in place until I smoothed out a piece of duct tape over his lips. I added 4 more above and below his lips, reaching just below his nose to under his chin. The tape made a skintight seal around his lips, which didn't stop him from testing the gag by moving his jaw up and down with full force. Despite all this and multiple attempts at screaming (which came out as a whisper) the tape held shape around his lips giving the imprint of a soft smile. The thin white cloth (which was actually one of my old dresses which I cut up) padded and drowned out anything he might want to say.
Even though I knew the tape was not going anywhere, I still didn't like the idea of him trying to get the tape off using his jaw. To stop this, I got a long, breathable white cloth (cut from an old sweatshirt) and draped it around the lower half of his face and tied it tightly. The cloth spanned from the bridge of his nose to the underside of his chin. This all but stopped any movement of his jaw.
My son, John on the other hand was much more difficult. When I sat in front of him with the tape, he shook and yanked and struggled. He giggled at my percieved difficulty at getting him to open up his mouth. However I knew it was only a matter of time. After only some seconds I dug my fingers into his ribs which made him explode with laughter, he said "wait wait I-" I crammed in 3 different bits of cloth into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge like a hamster. I held my hand over his mouth firmly (which annoyed him to no end) while he tried to spit out the rags until I unraveled some duct tape.
I wrapped the duct tape around his head at least seven times, swooping under his chin to hold his jaw shut. Now that the lower half of his face was entirely duct tape I gave him a kiss where his lips would be if he wasn't gagged. "Hmmmummph!" He said before I put my finger on his lips "shhh". I gave him a smug look and stood up to hear the constant "hhmph!" Of the two attempting to speak.
I placed a pair of scissors on the ground close to them so that they at least had a chance of escaping. They were relatively dull so that they wouldn't cut themselves however this would make cutting their ropes much more difficult. I sat on an old black office chair that was tucked into a corner and watched them writhe around. I couldn't help but find the sight amusing, they were both struggling and mphing while inching closer and closer to the scissors while they tried to stop eachother from reaching it first.
Of course, the humor wasn't just on my end, each of the boys took turns falling into fits of laughter, acting as an anchor, stopping the other from inching closer to the scissors. I saw John crawl using his shoulders towards the scissors while pulling his friend, who was trying to hold him back. After a few minutes of the intertwining ropes creaking while they both audibly struggled, John was close to the scissors. All he had to do now was manoeuvre himself so that he could take hold of the scissors with his hands.
Seeing this, I didn't want the game to end so fast and I felt like annoying him, so I picked up the scissors and put them on the opposite side of the room. He looked up at me "hmmphummph!" He said. I looked down at him while I was trying to hold in my laughter "What? I can't understand what you're saying. I didn't want you to cut yourself on those scissors." He was not amused to say the least.
At this point I returned upstairs to have a break, after I drank some water I noticed a hair brush lying on the counter. Suddenly I had the idea to use it as an encrougment to struggle more. Eager to irritate my son who had interrupted my sleep, I hastily made my way down the steps to see both of the boys out of breath and halfway delirious on the floor after making it half way towards the scissors.
I removed the socks off my son and his friend (to many a hmph from the two) and held my son's feet still while I used the hair brush on his soles. He immediately started kicking and tried to move away, however his friend moved in the opposite direction, holding down John's feet while I brushed them. The laughing and screaming sounds grew so I gripped my right hand over his mouth while my left hand brushed his feet. After a few minutes of this my wrists became tired and I slowed to a stop. By this point the tape around his lips wasn't sticky anymore, his speech was now stopped by just the cloth and the barrier of tape.
I left the two boys who were at this point exhausted and went up stairs to do some house chores, which is when I came across a pack of cable ties. Now, when I said that whoever got out first would be free, that wasn't true. I planned from the beginning to keep both of them tied up and out of sight. So I waited patiently in the living room for one of them to win the game and leave the basement.
Some time later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs of the basement. The door opened and out walked my son who looked like he'd just ran a marathon "That tape was painful to pull off did you really have to wrap it?" He said. I said "well if I didn't, I would have to deal with your pleading."
"What will his punishment be? Can you do the hair brush thing that you did to me?" John said. I waited for him to turn my back to me before I sprang up and zip tied his two wrists together. "What are you doing?" John said as he snapped to look at me. I told him "If I let you free you'll go back to being your noisy old self..."
I got a longer zip tie and tied it around his waist to pin his arms behind him, I took another and tied it around his upper stomach to hold his arms against his body, finally zipping a tie around his shoulders to fully hold his arms still behind him. "Do I really have to be tied up this tightly" he whined, but I ignored him and grabbed a large dish sponge from the kitchen and the duct tape. "Wait I'll be quiet, I wo-hhhmmmpphh!!" He said while I shoved the sponge in his mouth, cramming it into every corner then sealing it over with layers of silver duct tape.
I took the duct tape and some extra supplies downstairs to the basement where I saw Luis hogtied on the carpet. I walked over to him and placed my supplies on the floor where I sat, "I'm sad that you lost, I was really rooting for you" I said with some level of smugness. "Hhmmpphh?" He said, probably curious as to what I was doing.
I removed the white cloth which was over the bridge of his nose and wrapped a layer of duct tape around the already existing strips of duct tape which coated his lips. A few revolutions later and I stopped, then began to wrap some adhesive bandages around his mouth to further muffle any sound that might get out. For the cherry on top, I tied the cloth over his face again.
"Scream as loud as you can" I said to him. He responded with a quiet "hm." The whisper of a scream which he produced amused me a lot "I really did a good job with that gag didn't I?" I said.
After I was satisfied that he couldn't make any kind of sound, I placed a black silk sleeping mask over his eyes before placing ear plugs on him to block any sound from the outside world. Now that he was shut off from the outside world apart from his sense of touch, I got to work on his restraints. I undid the knot connecting the hogtie and tightened it until I heard the rope creaking. The soft white rope was soft on his skin but was unforgiving in every other aspect. I took a relatively long piece of rope and fastened it around the ankle rope then I threw it over a wooden ceiling beam and pulled it tight before finishing the knot. This had the effect of pulling his ankles up off the ground by an inch or two, holding his ankles and by extension himself, in place.
Now that Luis was tied in place, I headed up stairs to find John sitting on the couch bound and gagged. I lead him down the stairs and sat him down on the 4th to last step from the basement floor. I took a zip tie and attached his hand restraints to the stair banister, keeping him completely immobile seeing his friend tied up, gagged and blindfolded in front of him. His friend who was entirely unaware of the fact that he was helpless and right next to him. John struggled against the zip ties and the duct tape to no avail.
I took the hair brush and sat down on the old office chair which I wheeled over to Luis. I took the hair brush to his soles and began brushing. His struggling resembled a fish taken out of the water which was very amusing to me. The sounds which came from his gag was nothing more than a low hum. After a few minutes of struggling I said "say 'stop' if I should stop" in an attempt to taunt him before realising that he couldn't hear me, causing me to chuckle. I heard my son give a judgemental "hmph!" From his gag so I turned to him "Do you want to be next?" Which caused him to violently shake his head.
In total the punishment lasted about an hour, during which I switched between the feather and the hair brush. Both of them causing him to struggle an equal amount which was a lot. After I ended the punishment I went up the stairs, giving my son a peck on the check (which was just duct tape) and turned off the lights, leaving them to struggle for another 90 minutes. When I was upstairs I would hear the occasional creak through the silence which meant that one of them was pulling against their restraints.
Of course eventually I did have to free them from their binds and remove their gags and whatnot. Shortly after I freed them, John's friend left the house, saying that he enjoyed the game but would rather win next time. This was definitely one of the most enjoyable times where we played a game like this. I can't help but look on this occasion fondly despite the fact that I lost out on some good sleep.
I heard his friend enter the house and thought it was about time to crawl out of bed. I put on a button down white shirt with tights and a black leather skirt which at least made me presentable to our unannounced guest. I tied back my long brown hair and made it into a messy bun. I thought to myself that I looked like an uptight business woman but it was better than pajamas I guess. Before I could leave my bedroom I could hear the boys making a ruckus downstairs, I would have given anything to keep them still and quiet.
It was then I had an epiphany, we had at least 20 feet of unused rope in the garage. The idea of tying up your son and his friend because they are annoying you would remain an intrusive (though tempting) thought for most. However it was a thought which I was about to give in to.
I walked down the stairs where I found the boys making a commotion. They both turned to look at me like a dear caught in the headlights. After a second of silence I spoke "I think I have a good idea for a game you two could play. I will tie you both together and whoever gets out first can decide a punishment for the other person."
They looked at eachother and back towards me, "Sure!" John said. I motioned them to go wait in the basement while I got everything together. The basement was carpeted and relatively large in comparison to the rest of the house with large wooden overhead beams going across the whole thing. Over the years it became one giant storage closet for everything we weren't using at the time. Despite this there was a sizeable amount of free space in the middle where the game would happen.
I searched through the garage and found multiple lengths of rope which was easily enough to hold both of them still. As well as the ropes I took some duct tape and a few rags of varying sizes and lengths.
I came down the stairs of the basement with all the supplies in hand and laid them all out on an old wooden dresser which we had laying down there. "What's the tape for?" My overly inquisitive son asked, "incase I run out of rope" a lie which I told him bluntly. It's actual purpose was to keep them silent throughout the entirety of the game.
I took the hands of my son's friend Luis and put them behind his back and crossed his wrists. I wrapped the soft white rope around his wrists, vertically and horizontally before tying it off with a knot. He yanked and pulled but the ropes would not budge before I made him lie on the carpet. I took the loose end of the rope and pulled it tight then looped the rope around his ankles and then I wrapped the rope between his ankles.
After I finished tying it off I stood up and said "how's that for you?" To which he tried to push his legs down, making the rest of his body come up "it's quite snug" which made my son laugh.
I grabbed another bit of rope and turned to my son "OK it's your turn" he reluctantly turned which allowed me to grab his hands and tie them in the same manner as his friend. I layed him down on the ground and put his ankles around the rope which tied his friends legs together. I then tied up my son's legs and connected the rope to his wrist restraints.
I stood up and was quite impressed by my work. Years of being a girl scout finally paid off, I thought to myself. John and Luis were now tangled together by their ankle rope. They both made a fruitless effort to get out only resulting in noise of the ropes being pulled and strained.
It was then that I told them that for the game to be more difficult, they would both be gagged so that they could not co-ordinate with one another (the actual reason was that I wanted peace and quiet).
Neither of them were a big fan of this idea and both of them began to plead. "You see this is why I'm taping your mouths shut in the first place" I said while I grabbed the duct tape and rags from the dresser. Their pleading calmed until I sat on the carpet next to Luis and tore of a few pieces of duct tape.
Luis was a good sport about it and found the whole thing funny, only pretending to move his head away before letting me stuff a white rag in his mouth. I shut his lips, holding the rag in place until I smoothed out a piece of duct tape over his lips. I added 4 more above and below his lips, reaching just below his nose to under his chin. The tape made a skintight seal around his lips, which didn't stop him from testing the gag by moving his jaw up and down with full force. Despite all this and multiple attempts at screaming (which came out as a whisper) the tape held shape around his lips giving the imprint of a soft smile. The thin white cloth (which was actually one of my old dresses which I cut up) padded and drowned out anything he might want to say.
Even though I knew the tape was not going anywhere, I still didn't like the idea of him trying to get the tape off using his jaw. To stop this, I got a long, breathable white cloth (cut from an old sweatshirt) and draped it around the lower half of his face and tied it tightly. The cloth spanned from the bridge of his nose to the underside of his chin. This all but stopped any movement of his jaw.
My son, John on the other hand was much more difficult. When I sat in front of him with the tape, he shook and yanked and struggled. He giggled at my percieved difficulty at getting him to open up his mouth. However I knew it was only a matter of time. After only some seconds I dug my fingers into his ribs which made him explode with laughter, he said "wait wait I-" I crammed in 3 different bits of cloth into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge like a hamster. I held my hand over his mouth firmly (which annoyed him to no end) while he tried to spit out the rags until I unraveled some duct tape.
I wrapped the duct tape around his head at least seven times, swooping under his chin to hold his jaw shut. Now that the lower half of his face was entirely duct tape I gave him a kiss where his lips would be if he wasn't gagged. "Hmmmummph!" He said before I put my finger on his lips "shhh". I gave him a smug look and stood up to hear the constant "hhmph!" Of the two attempting to speak.
I placed a pair of scissors on the ground close to them so that they at least had a chance of escaping. They were relatively dull so that they wouldn't cut themselves however this would make cutting their ropes much more difficult. I sat on an old black office chair that was tucked into a corner and watched them writhe around. I couldn't help but find the sight amusing, they were both struggling and mphing while inching closer and closer to the scissors while they tried to stop eachother from reaching it first.
Of course, the humor wasn't just on my end, each of the boys took turns falling into fits of laughter, acting as an anchor, stopping the other from inching closer to the scissors. I saw John crawl using his shoulders towards the scissors while pulling his friend, who was trying to hold him back. After a few minutes of the intertwining ropes creaking while they both audibly struggled, John was close to the scissors. All he had to do now was manoeuvre himself so that he could take hold of the scissors with his hands.
Seeing this, I didn't want the game to end so fast and I felt like annoying him, so I picked up the scissors and put them on the opposite side of the room. He looked up at me "hmmphummph!" He said. I looked down at him while I was trying to hold in my laughter "What? I can't understand what you're saying. I didn't want you to cut yourself on those scissors." He was not amused to say the least.
At this point I returned upstairs to have a break, after I drank some water I noticed a hair brush lying on the counter. Suddenly I had the idea to use it as an encrougment to struggle more. Eager to irritate my son who had interrupted my sleep, I hastily made my way down the steps to see both of the boys out of breath and halfway delirious on the floor after making it half way towards the scissors.
I removed the socks off my son and his friend (to many a hmph from the two) and held my son's feet still while I used the hair brush on his soles. He immediately started kicking and tried to move away, however his friend moved in the opposite direction, holding down John's feet while I brushed them. The laughing and screaming sounds grew so I gripped my right hand over his mouth while my left hand brushed his feet. After a few minutes of this my wrists became tired and I slowed to a stop. By this point the tape around his lips wasn't sticky anymore, his speech was now stopped by just the cloth and the barrier of tape.
I left the two boys who were at this point exhausted and went up stairs to do some house chores, which is when I came across a pack of cable ties. Now, when I said that whoever got out first would be free, that wasn't true. I planned from the beginning to keep both of them tied up and out of sight. So I waited patiently in the living room for one of them to win the game and leave the basement.
Some time later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs of the basement. The door opened and out walked my son who looked like he'd just ran a marathon "That tape was painful to pull off did you really have to wrap it?" He said. I said "well if I didn't, I would have to deal with your pleading."
"What will his punishment be? Can you do the hair brush thing that you did to me?" John said. I waited for him to turn my back to me before I sprang up and zip tied his two wrists together. "What are you doing?" John said as he snapped to look at me. I told him "If I let you free you'll go back to being your noisy old self..."
I got a longer zip tie and tied it around his waist to pin his arms behind him, I took another and tied it around his upper stomach to hold his arms against his body, finally zipping a tie around his shoulders to fully hold his arms still behind him. "Do I really have to be tied up this tightly" he whined, but I ignored him and grabbed a large dish sponge from the kitchen and the duct tape. "Wait I'll be quiet, I wo-hhhmmmpphh!!" He said while I shoved the sponge in his mouth, cramming it into every corner then sealing it over with layers of silver duct tape.
I took the duct tape and some extra supplies downstairs to the basement where I saw Luis hogtied on the carpet. I walked over to him and placed my supplies on the floor where I sat, "I'm sad that you lost, I was really rooting for you" I said with some level of smugness. "Hhmmpphh?" He said, probably curious as to what I was doing.
I removed the white cloth which was over the bridge of his nose and wrapped a layer of duct tape around the already existing strips of duct tape which coated his lips. A few revolutions later and I stopped, then began to wrap some adhesive bandages around his mouth to further muffle any sound that might get out. For the cherry on top, I tied the cloth over his face again.
"Scream as loud as you can" I said to him. He responded with a quiet "hm." The whisper of a scream which he produced amused me a lot "I really did a good job with that gag didn't I?" I said.
After I was satisfied that he couldn't make any kind of sound, I placed a black silk sleeping mask over his eyes before placing ear plugs on him to block any sound from the outside world. Now that he was shut off from the outside world apart from his sense of touch, I got to work on his restraints. I undid the knot connecting the hogtie and tightened it until I heard the rope creaking. The soft white rope was soft on his skin but was unforgiving in every other aspect. I took a relatively long piece of rope and fastened it around the ankle rope then I threw it over a wooden ceiling beam and pulled it tight before finishing the knot. This had the effect of pulling his ankles up off the ground by an inch or two, holding his ankles and by extension himself, in place.
Now that Luis was tied in place, I headed up stairs to find John sitting on the couch bound and gagged. I lead him down the stairs and sat him down on the 4th to last step from the basement floor. I took a zip tie and attached his hand restraints to the stair banister, keeping him completely immobile seeing his friend tied up, gagged and blindfolded in front of him. His friend who was entirely unaware of the fact that he was helpless and right next to him. John struggled against the zip ties and the duct tape to no avail.
I took the hair brush and sat down on the old office chair which I wheeled over to Luis. I took the hair brush to his soles and began brushing. His struggling resembled a fish taken out of the water which was very amusing to me. The sounds which came from his gag was nothing more than a low hum. After a few minutes of struggling I said "say 'stop' if I should stop" in an attempt to taunt him before realising that he couldn't hear me, causing me to chuckle. I heard my son give a judgemental "hmph!" From his gag so I turned to him "Do you want to be next?" Which caused him to violently shake his head.
In total the punishment lasted about an hour, during which I switched between the feather and the hair brush. Both of them causing him to struggle an equal amount which was a lot. After I ended the punishment I went up the stairs, giving my son a peck on the check (which was just duct tape) and turned off the lights, leaving them to struggle for another 90 minutes. When I was upstairs I would hear the occasional creak through the silence which meant that one of them was pulling against their restraints.
Of course eventually I did have to free them from their binds and remove their gags and whatnot. Shortly after I freed them, John's friend left the house, saying that he enjoyed the game but would rather win next time. This was definitely one of the most enjoyable times where we played a game like this. I can't help but look on this occasion fondly despite the fact that I lost out on some good sleep.