Chapter 2

That night I got myself off silently with a vibrator I keep under the mattress. Fred knows about it. He just doesn’t care. The sheer audacity of my kids to talk to me like they did, touch me, tie me up, had been so jarring that it had almost seemed like a dream.

The fact that anyone would ever dare lay a hand on me really bothered me. The touching and being tied up were secondary to how they spoke to me. I almost woke Fred because I got carried away fucking myself with the latex dildo.

I thought it might be funny to put it under his nose and let him smell what he used to lick BEFORE we got married. Once I got myself off with a tiny orgasm, I was able to relax, forget about what happened and drift off to sleep.

The next day the kids acted like it had never happened. They didn’t joke with me, and they could see I was angry with them. They KNEW it had happened. Every time I saw them around the house I was freshly reminded about that humiliating encounter in Doug’s room.

The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if they had talked about it ahead of time and planned it. I assumed it may have been spontaneous. The kids weren’t devious, and I didn’t think they had some master plan.

A few days went by, and I put it behind me. I began to read dirty stories about women being tied up and put in peril. They weren’t stories about mothers being tied up by their kids. These were the kind with villains that twirled their mustaches and pretty young girls tied up on the rail road tracks who were saved just in the nick of time.

“Helpless!” I scoffed at the dumb bimbo in the story. “She would have been ground up by that train if the guy hadn’t come along,” I mumbled.

“Mom?” Doug was right behind me.

“Gah,” I told him not to sneak up on me while I was on the computer.

“What are you reading?”

“Nunya,” I told him that it was a tale about a boy who wouldn’t keep out of his mother’s business and got his butt spanked for asking. I quietly alt-tabbed away from the pervy site and asked him what he wanted.

“I just wanted to say I am sorry for the other day,” he said. He had come alone.

“Yes, you should be. Whose idea was that?” I asked.

“Nobodies, it just sort of happened,” he said. That was what I thought. I forgave him.

One by one the others came to me and had a similar conversation over the next two days. It seemed genuine, and they looked remorseful. Janet helped me in the kitchen, and she told me how she got swept up in being whatever she wanted to be.

I assumed that whatever had happened was over now and we didn’t need to talk about it. I read more about rope bondage. Shibari is an elaborate form of Asian bondage that uses ornate knots to suspend women.

In the story that I read, a Japanese widower hires a woman to help him on his farm after his wife dies. She milked the cows and took care of his house. At some point, he ties her up in the barn and starts treating her like a beloved cow. He wasn’t mean to her at all. He milked her boobs just like the other cows and fed her rice by hand. He kept her naked and she grew to enjoy it.

I was just getting to the part where the girl’s boyfriend arrives and starts asking about her. He wanted to take her somewhere special on holiday.

“Mom?” Doug was right in my face.

“Yes?” I sighed.

“Will you play with us, again?”

“Uh, let me think?” I pretended to consider it and told them absolutely not.

“We said we were sorry! So, you aren’t going to ever play with us again?” they asked.

“Not play like that!” I insisted. Fred was at work, and he’d be coming home in a few hours. I had laundry to do and lots of things to finish before dinner, but most of all I wasn’t interested in round two of being subjected to humiliation.

“Fine, some other game!” Janet offered.

“Set up the monopoly board and we can play in the kitchen,” I insisted.

The kids ran off to do exactly like that. They seemed giddy to play Monopoly. Every time we play monopoly the brothers form an alliance and dominate the game. Eventually, Janet throws a gasket and claims they are cheating. If Fred plays at all he gets bored halfway through and distributes what money and properties he has to the rest of us. It always ends in frustration because we never finish. At some point, you are just going around the board trying to see how long you can last before you run out of cash.

I didn’t mind trying it again though. The kids had everything laid out. “I guess I am the banker, again?” I asked as I sat down.

“Yes!” I heard Doug and Janet shout.

Randy clapped his father’s handcuffs on one of my wrists. They had ambushed me. I wasn’t dumb enough to leave my hand where he could grab my wrist. I turned without standing up and tried to fight him off. Doug had prepared a loop of rope and wrapped it around my mid-section so that I could not stand up. I panicked and nearly tipped over in my chair. That’s when I realized Janet was at my feet wrapping the rope around my feet.

“Quit! Stop it!”

“This is a robbery! Give us all the money!” Doug said as he fought to get my other hand. I desperately fought to free myself. The only strategy that seemed viable to me was to handcuff the other cuff to something else. I should have cuffed my wrist a second time. Hindsight is 20/20. I slapped the cuff around the wooden dowels in the back of the chair so that effectively I couldn’t have my wrists cuffed together.

I still had my left hand free. I am right-handed though. I struggled but once they had my feet, mid-section, and right hand there wasn’t much left for me to do. They would eventually wear me down, and I knew that.

I began to scream. This time I didn’t care if it was a neighbor or the police. They may not have planned the first encounter, but this ambush had definitely been well prepared. They grabbed a napkin and stuffed it into my wailing mouth. I still mumbled loudly so they pushed another cloth napkin in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but I couldn’t.

I brought my hand up to pull the napkin out and that’s when Doug caught my wrist. He used some spare rope to tie my hand up and over my head. He wrapped it around my free wrist twice and then brought it down around my neck and under my boobs.

All I could do was grunt.

“Now what?” Janet asked once they had secured me. I think they thought I’d struggle longer. I was effectively tied to the chair.

“We have a hostage!” Doug observed enthusiastically.

I shook my head no.

“No? What’s that Peggy?” Randy asked sarcastically. Today I was wearing a t-shirt and sweat shorts. I had on a bra and panties, fortunately.

Doug lifted my shirt. He didn’t lift high enough to expose my bra, just my tummy. He blew on it and made a slobbery-farty noise. The others had to try as well. I was unable to defend myself, so I had to sit and endure their chortling giggles over my humiliation. All I could do was blush and mumble.

“We can’t search the hostage this way!” Janet said.

I had hope! If they untied me long enough to stand me up, my plan was to struggle my way out and call for help.

“We can search her bra!”

“No, no!” even my muffled cries were pretty obvious.

“The treasure MUST be in her bra!”

Douglas lifted my shirt so that he pulled the front part over my head as far as the ropes would allow – fully exposing my chest and obscuring my vision. I was effectively blindfolded and gagged. I felt hands feeling all around the bra and they laughed. I could tell all three of them were touching my boobs. Janet knew exactly where the clasp was in the center.

I shook my head in protest. She pulled the snap and my boobs popped out like two big melons. My sons had observed how compressed the bra had been and how my cleavage disappeared now that the bra wasn’t lifting and separating my tits. It wasn’t too late for them to stop. They hadn’t exposed my nipples. I felt Randy pinch my nipples through the bra.

Doug slapped his hand away just as he pinched. I wondered if that was a mercy, or he was just prolonging my humiliation for a little while. I was trying to do anything I could to topple my chair because no amount of struggling could free me.

I heard their father pull into the driveway. I was relieved and at the same time a sense of dread fell over me. If he found out about this, I wasn’t sure what he’d do to them. I wasn’t sure if he’d blame me. If they told him this was the second time, they tied me up he’d think I led them on! Encouraged it.

The kids uncuffed me, and quickly pulled the rope off of me. It gave me rope burns in the process. They fled the room leaving me sitting on the chair with my bra popped open. I had just enough time to pull my shirt down and pull the napkins from my mouth. I was so embarrassed! My pulse was racing after all of that struggling, I could feel the adrenalin coursing through my veins.

“Wow, you got some sun today, Peggy!” Fred said as he walked in. He was wearing his volunteer sheriff’s uniform.

“I forgot my damned badge, walkie talkie, and handcuffs, have you seen them?”

Fred thinks I am a walking Alexa device, and I can locate everything he has lost in the house.

“No,” my voice was raspy. I felt like I had been screaming. I wanted to tell him what just happened, but what would I say? Your sons and daughter attacked me?

“Why don’t you comb your hair anymore, Peggy?” he walked out of the living room into our bedroom without waiting for a response. I was positive my hair was a mess, and some of my make-up had run during the struggle.