Not What I expected Coming home (F/Fm) part two at last 9 March 2025

[Bondageboi]

It was a red nor July day as I came home from school. I’d estimate about one girl in four had taken her shoes and socks off to walk home. Not many boys had but I was one. I said goodbye to the equally barefoot 13 year old Olivia I’d walked the last ten minutes home with. I really wanted her to be my girlfriend but she was just a friend and not having the same feelings.

“Hi mum I’m home” I called as I ran through the door. I just got a glimpse of mum from behind as I ran upstairs. She was wearing white t shirt and black shorts, her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, barefoot like me. I ran upstairs threw my school uniform onto the floor of my bedroom and pulled out a pair of blue shorts and red football top, then went down stairs to get a drink of water.

“Hey mum. Why did you change?”

“Oh aren’t I allowed to change?” She grinned at me passing me a glass.

“Have you had your hair done today?”

“Why yes. It’s nice of you to. Notice”

“But it looks. Longer?”

“A good stylist.”

We walked together into the lounge and sat down. Mum put her bare feet up on the coffee table showing her soles were almost as dirty as mine. I presumed she’d been working round the house all day with no shoes or socks.

“You know Rufus. Silly mummy has forgotten the combination to the safe.”

“Safe. What safe?”

“You know the safe.” At that moment I thought I heard a grunt, and the sofa moved a bit. “The safe we have. Mummy’s forgotten the combination. Can you tell me.”

“We haven’t got a safe!” At that moment there was another grunt, the sofa moved and a pair of bare feet, pink painted toe nails appeared from behind the sofa. The big toes were tied together with string and the ankles tied together with white rope as were the shins.

“What the …….” I jumped onto the floor and behind the sofa was my mum, dressed as I remembered her that morning, denim mini skirt, red vest top, her chin length brown hair matted to her face. Her top was also soaked with sweat and stuck to her. As well as her toes ankles and shins tied up, her legs were bound below and above the knees and mid thighs. All tied identical, wrapped four times cinched twice. Her hands were behind her back and ropes went round her body at her waist, tummy, above and below her chest, the upper two cinched between arms and sides, pinning her arms to her. Her mouth was covered in white medical tape and her cheeks bulged.

“What the…mmmpphh.” A hand went over my mouth and I was pulled backwards. The woman pretending to be mum sat on my and set about tying my hands behind my back. In about 15 minutes I was tied up exactly the same as mum: toes, ankles, shins, knees thighs, hands behind my back, chest, tummy, waste. I was gagged with one of my discarded school socks and several strips of white medical tape.

“Your mum wouldn’t tell me the combination. She was brave. Let’s see if she’s as brave when I torture her baby boy. “

She popped out for a couple of minutes and returned with a bowl and a large scrubbing brush. I looked at mum’s feet. They were pink and spotlessly clean. “Let’s see how brave she is as I torture her baby.” I felt the bristles scrape my bare feet and tingles shot through my body. “Mmmmppphhhhhnnngggnnnn”


I loved playing these games with aunt Niki, mums twin sister.

[charliesmith]

Lovely story! It was interesting:D

[milagros317]

Very amusing story! I envy him.

[harveygasson]

Great story and a nice twist that this is a common family occurrence as a game. I hope you do sequels.

[emca753]

It was a red nor July day as I came home from school. I’d estimate about one girl in four had taken her shoes and socks off to walk home. Not many boys had but I was one. I said goodbye to the equally barefoot 13 year old Olivia I’d walked the last ten minutes home with. I really wanted her to be my girlfriend but she was just a friend and not having the same feelings.

“Hi mum I’m home” I called as I ran through the door. I just got a glimpse of mum from behind as I ran upstairs. She was wearing white t shirt and black shorts, her brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, barefoot like me. I ran upstairs threw my school uniform onto the floor of my bedroom and pulled out a pair of blue shorts and red football top, then went down stairs to get a drink of water.

“Hey mum. Why did you change?”

“Oh aren’t I allowed to change?” She grinned at me passing me a glass.

“Have you had your hair done today?”

“Why yes. It’s nice of you to. Notice”

“But it looks. Longer?”

“A good stylist.”

We walked together into the lounge and sat down. Mum put her bare feet up on the coffee table showing her soles were almost as dirty as mine. I presumed she’d been working round the house all day with no shoes or socks.

“You know Rufus. Silly mummy has forgotten the combination to the safe.”

“Safe. What safe?”

“You know the safe.” At that moment I thought I heard a grunt, and the sofa moved a bit. “The safe we have. Mummy’s forgotten the combination. Can you tell me.”

“We haven’t got a safe!” At that moment there was another grunt, the sofa moved and a pair of bare feet, pink painted toe nails appeared from behind the sofa. The big toes were tied together with string and the ankles tied together with white rope as were the shins.

“What the …….” I jumped onto the floor and behind the sofa was my mum, dressed as I remembered her that morning, denim mini skirt, red vest top, her chin length brown hair matted to her face. Her top was also soaked with sweat and stuck to her. As well as her toes ankles and shins tied up, her legs were bound below and above the knees and mid thighs. All tied identical, wrapped four times cinched twice. Her hands were behind her back and ropes went round her body at her waist, tummy, above and below her chest, the upper two cinched between arms and sides, pinning her arms to her. Her mouth was covered in white medical tape and her cheeks bulged.

“What the…mmmpphh.” A hand went over my mouth and I was pulled backwards. The woman pretending to be mum sat on my and set about tying my hands behind my back. In about 15 minutes I was tied up exactly the same as mum: toes, ankles, shins, knees thighs, hands behind my back, chest, tummy, waste. I was gagged with one of my discarded school socks and several strips of white medical tape.

“Your mum wouldn’t tell me the combination. She was brave. Let’s see if she’s as brave when I torture her baby boy. “

She popped out for a couple of minutes and returned with a bowl and a large scrubbing brush. I looked at mum’s feet. They were pink and spotlessly clean. “Let’s see how brave she is as I torture her baby.” I felt the bristles scrape my bare feet and tingles shot through my body. “Mmmmppphhhhhnnngggnnnn”


I loved playing these games with aunt Niki, mums twin sister.

Love overpowered mommies by female burglars and especially humiliated in front of their son

[Bondageboi]

That wasn’t exactly the story.

[Syko Sith]

I genuinely love the twist at the end. I wasn't expecting it.
Curious what a red day is.

[Tiengag5]

Great family bondage scenario.

[TuggyMale]

Wow, a fantastic short Home invasion scenario. I love it, great work

[Snozzberry]

Mommies little boy getting what he deserves.

[Bondageboi]

I genuinely love the twist at the end. I wasn't expecting it.
Curious what a red day is.

Red hot day

[Bondageboi]

Aunt Niki was the wild one. The one who didn’t marry young or have kids, but instead traveled the world and had a string of jobs from stunt woman to circus performer, moutain tour guide tomescape attist. She was the one who taught me to tie knots, climb trees and do magic tricks. She was the one who gave me a pet rat for my fifth birthday. And she had played yie up games for as lomg as i’d known her.

Now she was playing her latest game, the safe combo game. It was a bit more intense than some games but I knew she wouldn’t go too far. Aunt Niki’s eyes danced with mischief as she scrubbed my feet harder and harder. I screamed into the gag, the bristles scraping my skin and making me squirm. Mum’s eyes were wide with feigned horror, her body tense and bound on the chair, her own feet gleaming from their recent cleaning.

The scrubbing continued for a few minutes until Aunt Niki decided she’d made her point. She set the bowl and brush aside with a clatter and leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Now, tell me the combo, sweetie, or I’ll have to do something really nasty to your toes. And I don’t think you want that, do you?” I could feel her breath on my neck, and despite the situation, I couldn’t help but giggle. She knew I didn’t know the combination. This was just her way of pushing the boundaries of our playtime.

I struggled and begged, trying to add a bit of drama to the scene, but Aunt Niki showed no mercy. She tightened the ropes around my ankles, making the blood rush to the tips of myntoes. The pressure was uncomfortable but not unbearable, and I knew she’d stop if it ever got too much. She was just playing along, enjoying watching me squirm and pretend to be in distress. Her eyes never left mine, looking for any sign that I wanted her to stop.

Nikki began to lick between my toes, her tongue hot and wet on my bare skin. I cringed and squirmed, but she held me down firmly. "Now, Rufus, the combination," she said, her voice low and playfully menacing.

My screams grew louder and more frantic as she continued her assault, my toes curling in protest. "Mmpph! Mmmmph! Mmphh!" The sock in my mouth muffled my voice, but the desperation was clear. Mum's eyes grew wide with a mix of amusement and concern, watching the scene unfold.

Nikki switched from the brush to her fingernails, scraping them down the arches of my feet, leaving trails of pain. Her own feet, now planted firmly on the floor, had a glint in their toes, painted a vibrant shade of red that matched her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, the pressure precise and calculated to cause rorment and discomfort without really hurting me. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I thrashed about, trying to escape her relentless torture.

Turning to the bound figure of my mum, she raised an eyebrow. "The combination, or your little boy gets it real bad!" Her voice was playfully stern, a clear imitation of a villain from one of the old movies we used to watch together. Mum's eyes sparkled with amusement, but she didn't say a word. Instead, she gave a dramatic shake of her head, the ropes around her shoulders tightening slightly with the movement.

Aunt Nikki chuckled darkly and turned her attention back to me. She grabbed a length of rope and quickly bound my ankles to my wrists, forcing my legs into an awkward, painful position. I squealed into the gag as she pulled tight, cinching the ropes so that my feet were just above my head. Now, she had full access to my bare soles and my tummy, which she knew was my ultimate weak spot.

Her fingers danced across the tender flesh of my feet, tickling and poking, sending waves of uncontrollable giggles through me. I squirmed and bucked, trying to escape her touch, but the ropes held firm. The pressure on my ankles grew stronger as she leaned into her task, her eyes gleaming with the excitement of the game. The sock in my mouth turned soggy as I drooled and fought for breath, my chest heaving with the effort of laughing and trying to resist the tickling at the same time.

My mum watched us, her own toes now iggling slightly as she laughed at my predicament. Her eyes were filled with love and amusement, and I knew that she was enjoying this just as much as Aunt Niki was. And ghe rorment continued.

Nikki took a break from tickling my feet and leaned back, panting slightly. "Alright, Rufus. Last chance. What's the combination?"

I managed to shake my head again, the ropes cutting into my skin just enough to remind me that this was more than just a game. "Mmph! Mmph!" I protested, my eyes watering from the laughter and the effort of holding in my giggles.

Aunt Niki leaned in closer, her breath hot on my face. "Okay, if you're not going to tell me, I guess we'll just have to keep playing until mummy cracks." With that, she turned her attention back to my mum, whose face was now a picture of exaggerated despair. "Your turn, sis," she said, picking up the brush and a bottle of something that smelled faintly of mint.

An hour later I lay breathless on the floor. My hogtie had been released but I was still tied up and gagged, my face foushed, but my feet clean. Mum had not broken and revealed the “combunation.” Buncontrast she had seemed to enjoy my torment, egging aunt Nikki in thriugh her gagged moans, now she sat next to her sister on the sofa, still tightyl tied but ungagged, as they chatted away like two,sisters whimhavent seen each kther for at least a week tend to. By contrast i had a very good view of my aunts sweaty and grimy feet, dirty from a day of walkig barefoot in the kitchen.

Eventually mum and nikki finished chatting and mum was quite happy to be regagged in return for my aunts promise to cook thatbevening. Ghe sound of my aunts batpre feet slapping in the floor as i turned over and looked at my mum’s bare leggs , tightly tied like mine.

Mum shuffled in the sofa a little and slid to the floor next to me, smiling with her eyes she attempted a gagged conversation with me abiut how my day at school had been.

“Mmph, mmmph, mphphph!” I tried to tell her it was fine, my cheeks flushed from the exertion of laughing and the sock in my mouth. Aunt Niki watched us, a knowing smile on her face as she began to prepare the evening meal.

The smell of garlic and olive oil filled the room as she danced around the kitchen, still barefoot. She was a whirlwind of motion and sound, her movements quick and precise as a dancer, as she chopped and sautéed. Every so often she’d glance over her shoulder to check on us, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I could feel the ropes starting to chafe, but I didn’t want to spoil the fun by asking to be let go.

Mum’s muffled questions grew more frantic as the minutes ticked by. I knew she was just playing along, but the concern in her gaze was palpable. She wriggled closer, our legs touching, and I could feel the warmth of her body against mine. The tension in the air grew thicker, charged with the excitement of our shared secret and the thrill of the game.

Suddenly, she took the initiative, her own bound feet coming alive. Her toes wiggled and stretched, and before I knew it, she was tickling my feet with them. I jolted in surprise, the sensation sending shivers up my spine. Her touch was feather-light at first, the brush of her toes against my sensitive skin making me squirm. I couldn’t help but let out a muffled giggle, the sock in my mouth doing little to contain the sound.

Encouraged, Mum began to tickle my feet in earnest, her movements growing bolder and more insistent. I rolled and writhed on the floor, trying to escape her grasp, my own bound feet flailing in the air. Aunt Niki looked on with glee, the smells from the kitchen forgotten as she watched us play out the strange dance of captor and captive. The game of tag had evolved into a full-blown battle of wills, our laughter echoing off the walls of the lounge.

Eventually, Aunt Niki finished oreoaring the emal. She strode over, her bare feet slapping the floor with each step, and with a wink at me, she bent down and began to lift us to our feet, and I felt a thrill of excitement knowing that she’d never really let us escape. Or so I thought. She stood tall, her red painted toes gleaming with triumph, and took our arms, helping us both to stand, yhen hop,through to the kitchen table.

Mum was grinning, her eyes sparkling with joy as Aunt Niki began to untie our gags. The sticky tape pulled at my hair as it was ripped away, leaving a faint imprint of my teeth on my skin. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief, my mouth dry and sticky. Aunt Niki handed us each a glass of water, which we greedily drank down theough straws, the coolness soothing our parched throats.

As we sat at the kitchen table, our hands and feet still bound and the ropes digging into our skin, Aunt Niki set plates of steaming pasta in front of us. The smell of garlic and basil filled the room, making my stomach rumble with hunger. She’d made our favorite dish, fettuccine Alfredo with chicken and mushrooms, and I couldn’t wait to dig in. But first, we had to deal with the ropes.

Mum’s eyes searched mine, the same question in both our minds. Was this part of the game, or had Aunt Niki gone too far? I gave her a reassuring smile, and she nodded, understanding that we were in this together. We had to play along until it was clear when the game was over. “Are you going to,untie us sis?” She asked.

“Nope.” Yeh one word replynthatbtold us the nextbstage ofvthe game.

We exchanged glances, winked at each ityer then dived face furstbinto,the plates infront of us. The first few bites were messy, but we quickly got the hang of it, the warmth of the pasta soothing after the tension of the day.

Fifteen minutes or so later , after a fit of hysterics from Aunt Nikki, mum and i starred at each ither, our faces smeared with tomato sauce.

“Alright, you two,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “I’ve had enough fun for one day. Time to get you out of those ropes.” She produced a pair of scissors and began snipping away at the ties that bound us.

[Snozzberry]

After all this theres probably nothing in the safe except a few dead and a dehydrated 🕷🕸.

[TuggyMale]

One year

Wow, I‘m glad you didn’t forget this story, it‘s been a great second part

[Syko Sith]

Had to go back and read the 1st part again. Such a fun game.