Stories of Tie Up Games

“No Rachael. Not a problem. Look what are families for anyway? Yeah see you Friday. I know you can worship me later.Ciao.” Jan ended the call from her sister having just agreed to look after her nephew Tommy for the weekend. Rachael was , like Jan , divorced, but was desperately seeking a new husband and father figure for Tommy. Jan had given up on men after her divorce, and in a surprise to herself, found intimate relationships with other women much more fun. But that was for another weekend.

Friday evening 530. Jan switched off the engine and walked to her front door. Stepping in and kicking off her heels she padded in stockinged feet to the kitchen, put pizzas in the oven and poured herself a large glass of wine after a pretty shitty week. She didn’t bother to change from her smart white blouse, knee length skirt and sheer black tights as she readied her house for her visitor.

At 6pm she sat with her feet up on the coffee table, her glass nearly empty when the doorbell rang. As she opened the door she was hugged round the waist by Tommy wearing Star Wars T-shirt and black shorts. He immediately took his trainers off revealing his bare feet as he ran into the lounge. Jan and Rachel wished each other luck , hugged, Rachael called out a goodbye to her son and Jan went to find Tommy in the lounge.

“I’m starving aunt Jan!” Tommy shouted from the lounge. Jan laughed as she saw him lying on his stomach in front of the TV, his feet kicking the air.

“Pizza’s almost ready, buddy!” she called back, feeling a twinge of love for the little guy. She’d always had a soft spot for her nephew, but she’d never had him stay over for the weekend alone before. She hoped they’d get along alright.

One Pepperoni and one hawaian pizza were washed down with cola, and Jan poured another glass of wine for herself. Then chocolate ice cream for dessert meant the weekend was off to a flying start. After dinner, Jan suggested they play a board game together and went to find her old monopoly set.

The air grew thick with anticipation as they set up the board. Tommy's eyes widened with excitement at the sight of the colorful pieces and Jan couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic herself. The scent of the wine mingled with the faint smell of pine from the candles she had lit to create a cozy atmosphere. They both sat cross-legged on the floor opposite each other, her skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her tights.

As they played, Jan noticed that Tommy was surprisingly good at the game, his strategic moves hinting at a sharp mind. He giggled as he bought up properties and she pretended to be annoyed at his success. As they played, laughing and chatting, and Jan found herself forgetting about the exhaustion of the week. Then when he landed in jail he said to her “I think yo7 should have to wear handcuffs in jail.”

Her cheeks flushed a little at the comment. She tried to laugh it off. “Hahah. That would be interesting.” She rolled her dice.

“Imagine trying to roll dice and count money with your hands tied behind your back.” He chipped in.

Jan felt a sudden thrill run through her body, a memory of her own adventures with ropes and handcuffs. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. “Well, if that’s the rule, then I guess I’d better watch out for those police cars, huh?”

They played in and didn’t mention handcuffs again, until Jan eventually declared bankruptcy, landing on a hotel on Bind Street.

“Can we watch a film now?”

Jan looked over at Tommy, his eyes sparkling with excitement, and nodded. “Sure, what do you want to watch?”

“How about 'Indiana Jones'?” he suggested, his voice filled with hope.

“Great choice!” Jan exclaimed, setting aside the Monopoly board. She selected the DVD from the shelf and slid it into the player. As the room grew dark and the adventure began to unfold on the screen, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of excitement. She’d always enjoyed the thrill of a good action movie, and the thought of sharing this experience with Tommy brought a smile to her face.

They settled onto the couch, curled up under a blanket, Jan with a fresh glass of wine and Tommy with a bowl of popcorn. Their legs were up on the table and His bare feet occasionally brushed against her nylon covered legs as he leaned into the cushions, eyes glued to the screen. Jan took a sip of her wine, feeling the warmth spread through her body. The film’s score filled the room, and she was transported back to her own childhood, the days of innocence and wonder that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Tommy’s comment earlier played in her mind like a catchy tune she couldn’t shake. She glanced over at him, his young face lit up by the flickering lights of the TV. He was oblivious to the double meaning of his words, lost in the adventure before him. Then i5 happened again. The scene when Indy’s girl is tied up and gagged in the tent. He made another comment about how she should try to escape.

Jan’s heart skipped a beat. Could he know? Did he have any idea what this was doing to her? She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the movie, but the thought of it was too tantalizing. She took another sip of wine, the alcohol dulling the edge of her apprehension.

As the credits rolled Jan took the blanket off her legs and stood up saying “Right buddy. Bathroom and bedtime.”

Tommy groaned. “But Aunt Jan, can’t we have a bit more fun? It’s the weekend!”

“Get to bed now we can have more time for fun tomorrow.”

Tommy nodded reluctantly, and Jan walked him to the bathroom. As she waited outside the door, she heard the water running and him brushing his teeth. The sound of his laughter as he sang in the shower made her smile. When he was done, she tucked him into bed and kissed him goodnight.

She sat down with another glass of wine after clearing popcorn and pizza boxes away and thought about the things Tommy had said whilst some Friday night chat show with celebrities selling themselves droned on.

It had been a while since Jan had felt that kind of excitement, that tension in the air that came from a shared secret. But she had to be careful. This was her nephew, Rachael’s son. It was innocent banter. Nothing more. But still, the thought of it made her pulse quicken. Was it possible that he had picked up on her kinks from somewhere? Or was it just a wild coincidence?

Suddenly she woke up. It was midnight, the television droned on and she realised she’d nodded off. She’d also finished the whole bottle of wine. She quickly moved the bottle and glass to the kitchen, turned off lights, checked locks and headed up to bed.

She paused outside Tommy’s room, to check him before she got into bed herself. It was quiet. Rachael had warned her that he often had trouble sleeping. So she pushed the door open slowly. The room was illuminated by a nightlight, casting a soft glow over the Spiderman pyjamas. Tommy’s quiet breathing filled the air.

But something was off. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Tommy had somehow managed to tie himself up. His wrists were bound to the headboard with what looked like an old pair of tights, the fabric knotted tightly around them. His legs were tied together, ankles tied to the bedposts. He was fast asleep, a peaceful smile on his face. Jan felt a mix of shock, amusement, and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Her first instinct was to wake him up and scold him for being so careless. But then she remembered his comments earlier. Her heart pounded in her chest. She stepped closer, the floorboards creaking softly beneath her. The sight of him, so vulnerable and yet content, sent a rush of heat through her. She felt a sudden urge to leave him like that, to let him wake up to his own predicament. But she knew she couldn’t. Rachael would kill her if she found out.

Gently, Jan approached the bed and began to untangle the knots. The fabric was tight, and she tried very carefully not to wake him. As she worked, her mind raced with questions. Where had he learned this? Was it from something he’d seen online? Or had Rachael mentioned something to him? She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this than met the eye.

As she undid the last knot, his eyes fluttered open. For a moment, they stared at each other, both surprised. Jan froze, unsure of what to say. Tommy looked at her, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. He blinked sleepily, the reality of the situation slowly sinking in.

“What’s going on, Aunt Jan?” he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.

Jan took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “You tied yourself up, Tommy. That’s not safe. What were you thinking?”

Tommy’s cheeks flushed pink, and he shrugged. “It’s just a game I play sometimes. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Get some sleep. We can talk about this I; the morning.” Tommy tuned over and within seconds appeared to be asleep again.

Closing the door gently, Jan retreated to her own room, her mind racing. She knew that she had to handle this delicately. The last thing she wanted was to traumatize him or make him feel guilty about his curiosity. A thousand thoughts raced through her head as she took off her blouse, un clipped her bra, stepped out of her skirt and peeled her tights off. Maybe it was the wine, maybe the horrendous week at work but Jan was soon out cold under the covers.

It was late, 830, and heavy rain beat in the windows when Jan padded down stairs in her white vest top and 3/4 length tartan Pyjama trousers, feeling the cold kitchen tiles under her bare feet. She thought the smell of freshly fried bacon and eggs and fresh coffee would wake her nephew.

But she had no need to stir him. Tommy was already sitting at the kitchen table in his Spider-Man shirt and shorts pyjamas, a cereal bowl in front of him, his eyes wide open and the look of a child who hadn’t slept well. Jan placed a plate of food in front of him and a glass of orange juice. “Good morning, sunshine. Did you sleep okay?”

He nodded, avoiding her gaze. Jan sat opposite him, her eyes searching his face for any clue of what was going on. He was quiet, playing with his spoon, clearly uncomfortable. The silence grew heavier, until Jan couldn’t take it anymore.

“Look, Tommy. Last night...what happened. It’s okay to be curious about things. But it’s important to be safe, especially when it comes to tying knots and playing games like that. Do you understand?”

Tommy nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving the cereal as his face flushed bright red.

“But where did you learn to tie knots like that?” Jan pressed gently, taking a sip of her coffee trying to engage him.

Tommy shrugged, still not meeting her gaze. “I just... I figured it out. Sometimes I watch YouTube tutorials when Mom’s not around.”

Jan felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. Rachael had never mentioned anything about this, and she had no idea how to handle it. But she knew that scolding him would only make things worse. Instead, she took a deep breath and tried a different approach.

“Tommy, you know I love you, right?” she began, keeping her voice soft and non-threatening.

He nodded, his spoon hovering over the cereal bowl.

“Well, if you’re ever curious about that sort of thing, you can always talk to me, okay?” Jan offered, trying to keep her voice steady. “But it’s important that we do it safely and when it’s just us, without anyone getting hurt or upset okay?”

Tommy’s eyes darted up to meet hers, a spark of excitement in them. “Really?” he whispered.

Jan took another sip of her coffee, trying to seem casual. “Yeah, if it’s something you want to try. But only if it’s with someone you trust, like me. And only if it’s something you feel comfortable with, okay?”

Tommy’s eyes grew wide, and he nodded eagerly. Jan felt a mix of nervousness and excitement. She had never considered sharing her kink with anyone in her family, especially not an eleven-year-old. But there was something about the innocence in his curiosity that made her feel protective, almost maternal. She knew she had to be careful, but she also couldn’t ignore the bond that seemed to be forming between them.

“Aunty Jan.” said Tommy nervously. “Can you tie me up please?”

Jan’s hand froze mid-air, her coffee cup hovering just above the table. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool. “Why do you want me to do that, Tommy?”

Tommy shrugged, his eyes darting to the floor. “It’s just fun. And I’ve always wanted to feel what it was like to be really tied up. I can always slip my hands free when I tied myself up. I really want to feel what it’s like when I’m all tied up tight.”

Jan set her coffee cup down, her heart racing. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. “Okay, Tommy. But if you don’t like it just say “Marmalade”. OK?”

“Why “Marmalade”?” Tommy asked.

“It’s not something you’re likely to say normally is it?”

Tommy nodded eagerly, a smile spreading across his face. Jan went to her bedroom and returned with a soft silk scarf. She sat down beside him, her heart racing as she gently took his wrists behind his back. She began to wrap the scarf around them, her movements precise and gentle. Tommy’s eyes never left hers, filled with a mix of excitement and trust.

The scarf was tight, but not too tight. Jan tested the knot, making sure he could still move his hands slightly. Then she did the same with his ankles, tying them together with another scarf. Tommy’s breathing was shallow, his eyes never leaving hers. He was completely at her mercy, and Jan felt a strange sense of power and responsibility as her heart was beating in the back,of her throat.

“How’s that feel?” she asked softly.

Tommy’s eyes searched hers, a mix of excitement and apprehension. “It feels... different. But good. Thanks, Aunt Jan.”

Jan couldn’t believe what she was doing, but there was something about the innocence of the request that made it feel almost natural. She took a deep breath and leaned back in her chair, watching him carefully. The rain outside added a serene backdrop to the moment, the only sound in the room being the occasional buzzing of the fridge.

“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice quieter than she’d intended.

Tommy nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Aunt Jan. can you tie my knees too?”

Jan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She was surprised at how much this was turning her on. She took another scarf and carefully wrapped it around his knees, tying it off with a knot she knew would hold but wouldn’t be too tight. She watched his chest rise and fall with each breath as she worked, his excitement palpable.

“And my arms as well please.” He said, a slights stutter in his voice.

Jan paused, her hand hovering over another scarf. “Are you sure, Tommy?”

He nodded emphatically. “Yes, please. I want to feel completely tied up. Like in the movies, you know?”

Jan couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her as she agreed to his request. She took another scarf and began to wrap it around his upper arms, pulling them snugly together behind his back. Tommy’s breathing grew more rapid, his chest heaving with anticipation. When she was done, he was bound in a way that would make escape difficult, but not impossible. “How’s that?”

Tommy tested his bonds, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “It’s great, Aunt Jan! I really wanted you to tie my arms to my body, wrap round, but this is fine. I feel so...so...” He trailed off, searching for the right word.

Jan could see the thrill in his eyes and felt her own heart race in response. “I’m glad you’re okay with it. Remember, if you want me to stop, just say 'marmalade'. Do you understand?”

Tommy nodded, his eyes bright with excitement. “Marmalade. Got it. But I actually want to be gagged too.”

Jan’s eyes widened. She hadn’t expected this. But she could see the pure, innocent curiosity in his eyes. She took a deep breath and searched her mind for the right thing to do. This was a delicate situation, but she didn’t want to stifle his sense of adventure. She knew she had to be careful, but she also didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Okay, Tommy. But only if you promise to stay calm and not to panic, okay?”

Tommy nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. Jan went back to her room and searched through her drawer, her hand finding an old bandana she used to keep her hair out of her face when painting, along with a clean pair of ankle socks. She returned to the kitchen, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She approached him, her breath shallow, and gently placed one of the socks in his mouth and the bandana over his mouth. She wrapped it around his head, tying it off at the back. Tommy’s eyes widened, and Jan could see the excitement in them as she tightened the knot, making sure it was snug but not too tight.

With her nephew now fully bound and gagged, Jan felt a rush of adrenaline. She took a step back, looking at him, taking in the sight. He was so trusting, so open to this new experience. She knew she had to be careful, but she couldn’t deny the thrill it gave her.

“Alright, Tommy, let’s get you back to the couch.” Jan helped him stand, his movements slightly clumsy due to the bonds. She guided him into the lounge as he hopped along, his bare feet slapping on the tiled kitchen floor and polished wood hall floor before they reached the carpet of the lounge. She sat him down, his legs stretched out in front of him. She sat beside him, her own heart pounding in her chest.

The strain was too much for Jan. She ran out to the kitchen then gulped her coffee down, pouring a second mug before trying to nonchalantly stroll back toe the sofa. Tommy was struggling a bit but turned to her and smiled with his eyes over the gag as she sat next to him.

They watched TV for a while, Jan’s eyes flicking between the screen and her bound nephew. His breathing was even, but she could see the excitement in his eyes as they darted around the room, taking in everything around him. The rain outside added to the intensity of the moment, each raindrop on the windowpane sounding like a drumbeat in her ears.

After a while, Jan’s own curiosity got the better of her. She reached over and untied the knot around his gag, watching his reaction. Tommy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t protest. She pulled the scarf away gently, revealing the sock in his mouth. “How was that?” she asked, her voice a mix of concern and excitement.

Tommy nodded, a grin spreading across his face. “It was cool!” he exclaimed, spitting the sock out. Jan laughed, feeling a sense of relief. Maybe this wasn’t as weird as she’d thought it would be. “Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yeah!” Tommy said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Jan took another deep breath and began to untie the knots around his knees and ankles. She was careful not to go too fast, enjoying the sensation of the soft silk against her skin. Tommy’s eyes never left hers as she worked, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.

“It’s pouring with rain outside. It’s not going tog eat any better today. We’re going to be shut inside so we may as well play the game. But we need to get out of these pyjamas and brush teeth first.

What a great story! I love the caring family fun and her willingness to help him understand his feelings. I absolutely love the mature woman in charge!
I was at the edge of my seat while reading this great tale.

You did a great job writing and it was very well thought out.
Thank you for sharing!

That was an absolutely wonderful and lovely story. I love how you don't rush things and take time for details and states of mind. Please continue, can't wait for another part! Thank you Sir.

lepangolin wrote: 10 months ago That was an absolutely wonderful and lovely story. I love how you don't rush things and take time for details and states of mind. Please continue, can't wait for another part! Thank you Sir.

Jan is a woman.

Jan came down stairs after her shower and brushing her teeth. Despite the persistent rain outside it was surprisingly warm so she wore only a white t shirt and faded jeans torn at the knees. Tommy was sitting in front of the television having changed from Spider-Man pyjamas to a red T-shirt and black shorts, barefoot. He was currently tying his ankles together with one of Jan’s scarves she had left on the floor from tying him earlier .

“What are you doing, Tommy?” she asked, amusement dancing in her eyes as she watched his clumsy efforts.

Tommy looked up, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. “I-I just wanted to see if I could do it by myself,” he stuttered, his fingers fumbling with the scarf.

“But I was going to do that for you. And I’ve brought this.” She dropped a bag on the floor and began to take out coil after coils of rope, hem p, white nylon, some coloured, and a couple of rolls of duct tape.

Tommy’s eyes grew wide as he took in the array of tie up gear. “Wow, Aunt Jan, where did you get all of this?”

“I’ve had it for a while, sweetie. I play games like you.” Jan said with a wink, a hint of mischief in her voice. She noticed the curiosity in his gaze and decided to be open with him. “So. Do you want to be tied up again?”

Tommy nodded eagerly, his eyes not leaving the ropes. “Yeah, but can we use the ropes instead of scarves. He pointed to a vibrant blue coil of rope. Jan picked it up, feeling the softness between her fingers. It was one of her favorites too. She walked over to him, the rope trailing behind her like a tail. “Alright, but remember, if it ever feels too tight or you need me to stop, just say Marmalade, okay?”

He nodded solemnly, his voice a whisper. “Marmalade.”

“Put your hands behind your back sweetie.” Jan bent down and placed the blue rope around his wrists, looping it carefully, ensuring it was snug but not too tight. She pulled it taut, watching as his eyes grew wide with excitement. The rope was a stark contrast against his pale skin, making the veins stand out. Tommy’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he anticipated the feeling of being restrained again. She looped the rope around once more before tying it off with a neat reef knot.

“Comfortable?” she asked, her voice soothing and gentle.

Tommy nodded, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yes, Aunt Jan. It feels good.”

“Now let’s get your feet tied.” Jan took another length of rope, this one plain white, and instructed Tommy to place his feet together. She carefully wrapped the rope around his ankles, looping it in a figure-eight pattern, making sure it wasn’t too tight but secure enough to keep him from moving his legs. Tommy’s breath grew shallower as she worked, his eyes never leaving hers. She tied the rope in a reef knot again.

“Is thatN okay?” she asked, her voice soft.ext she tied his legs together above and below his knees, and finally his mid thighs.

Tommy nodded, his smile growing. “It’s perfect, Aunt Jan. Thank you!”

“Now you liked it when I tied your elbows didn’t you?” Jan asked, a twinkle in her eye as she took a green rope. Tommy nodded, his eyes shining with excitement. She moved behind him and gently guided his arms back until his elbows were almost touching. The rope was soft against his skin as she wrapped it around his upper arms, creating a loop and pulling it tight. “But you wanted your arms tied to your body too didn’t you?”

Tommy’s nod was barely perceptible, his anticipation growing with every touch of the rope. Jan took another length of rope, this one red, and wrapped it around his chest, passing it under his arms and bringing it back to the front. She tied it in a knot, ensuring it was snug but not restricting his breathing. “Does that feel okay?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“Yes, Aunt Jan. It’s like a hug from the ropes,” Tommy murmured, his eyes closing briefly. Jan then repeated the process, tying ropes from his elbow binding round his lower chest, tying his wrists to the small of his back and finally tying his forearms together and wrapping round his tummy.

Tommy was now bound from wrist to ankle, only able to move his fingers and toes. He tested his bonds, feeling the tension in his arms and legs, the ropes holding him firmly in place. His heart raced as Jan stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"What do you think?" she asked, a proud smile playing on her lips.

Tommy looked down at his bound form, the ropes hugging his body tightly. "It's amazing, Aunt Jan. I feel... safe," he said, his voice filled with wonder. But please.” He paused “can you gag me too?”

Jan's smile grew as she reached into the bag and pulled out a small sponge and some duct tape. "Of course, sweetie. Open your mouth," she instructed, her tone still gentle but with a hint of excitement. Tommy did as he was told, and Jan carefully placed the foam ball in his mouth, ensuring it was comfortable, and then slowly stuck three pieces of lurid pink tape over his lips. She checked the tightness, making sure it wasn't too uncomfortable, and whispered, "Marmalade, remember? Or , now you can’t talk, snap your fingers three times. Give it a go now.”

Tommy nodded and snapped his fingers three times. Jan nodded back. “Good. If you need me to stop, just do that.”

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, Jan watching Tommy as he squirmed slightly in his newfound restraints. The rain outside created a rhythmic backdrop to their unusual morning, the drops hitting the windows with a gentle patter. Tommy’s eyes began to glaze over, a look of pure contentment on his face. Jan knew that look well; it was the same one she had when she was in his position.

After a few moments, Jan stood up and walked into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, her bare feet making a barely perceptible slap on the cool tiled floor. The rich aroma filled the room as the machine hissed and bubbled, the comforting sound a stark contrast to the tension of the tight ropes around Tommy. She poured the dark liquid into a mug, adding a dash of sugar and a dollop of cream. The spoon clinked against the porcelain as she stirred, lost in thought.

Returning to the living room, she found Tommy had not moved from his spot, his eyes still closed. She took a seat on the couch opposite him, curling her legs under her, sipping her coffee and watching him intently. She noticed his chest rising and falling with each breath, the way his fingers twitched every so often, and the slight shiver that ran through his body. It was clear he was enjoying the sensation of being bound.

Setting her mug down, Jan picked up the TV remote and scanned through the channels, looking for something suitable to keep them both entertained while he enjoyed his bondage. She settled on a cartoon, the bright colours and energetic sounds filling the room. Tommy slid off the sofa and began to roll around on the floor struggling to get free.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” Jan said with a chuckle, watching him wriggle and squirm. His movements were clumsy and awkward, his bound body bumping into furniture with soft thuds, but there was a clear joy in his eyes. She took a sip of her coffee, savouring the warmth as it spread through her.

As she observed him, a sudden longing filled her. It had been a while since she had been on the receiving end of the ropes. The way the material bit into her skin, the delicious helplessness, the way it made her feel alive. She set her mug down and stood up, walking over to the bag she took out a length of twine. She knelt down by his feet “one more thing.” She said as she began to tie his big toes together.

Tommy’s eyes snapped open, and he looked at her in surprise, his eyes wide and questioning above the gag. Jan just winked and gave a little laugh. “It’s okay, I’m going to tie your toes too, it will make you feel extra helpless.”

Her nimble fingers worked quickly, looping the twine around his big toes and tying a secure knot. Tommy’s eyes never left hers, his gaze a mix of excitement and trust. The sight of his vulnerability and his complete surrender to her brought a warmth to Jan’s heart. It was a bond she had never felt before, and it was surprisingly comforting.

Once the toes were tied, Jan shuffled back on her knees to admire her handiwork. Tommy’s bound form was now even more immobile, his feet and hands as ineffective as a ragdoll’s. She couldn’t resist the urge to tickle his feet. Tommy’s eyes went wide, and he began to giggle, his body jerking in an attempt to pull away from her touch. Jan’s laughter joined in, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she watched his cheeks turn a deep shade of red, his muffled giggles escaping around the gag.

The twitching of his nose and the squint of his eyes told her that he was indeed quite ticklish. She lightly trailed her fingers up the length of his bare legs, pausing at his knees to give them a gentle squeeze, and he jolted, his giggles turning into a silent squeal. It was a delightful sight, one that brought Jan’s heart joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was the kind of innocent, unbridled joy that could only come from the simplest of pleasures, like tickling a young boy’s feet while he was bound and unable to escape.

Tommy’s laughter grew louder, his body contorting and jerking with every touch of her fingers. She grasped the rope round his ankles, holding him firmly in place, not allowing him to move an inch away from her tormenting touch. Jan couldn’t help but feel a sense of power, a thrill that shot through her as she watched him squirm. But it was a gentle power, one that came from the knowledge that she was bringing him joy, even if it was through something as simple as tickling.

“Oh, are your feet ticklish?” she teased, her voice light and playful. Tommy’s eyes widened further, his body tensing in anticipation. Jan knew that look; it was the same one she had when she was about to be tickled. It was a delicious mix of fear and excitement, the kind that made the belly flutter and the skin come alive with goosebumps.

“You know in olden days, they would lock naughty boys in the stocks. A big block of wood round their ankles so they couldn’t pull their feet away. You’d just have to put up with it. You could be locked in the stocks for days on end. Having your feet tickled.”

“But we’re not in the olden days, Tommy. And I’m not going to tickle you for days on end. But your feet are just too much fun to leave alone right now. They’re all wriggly and pink and just begging to be tickled.” Jan’s voice was playful and light, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Tommy’s giggles grew louder as Jan’s fingers danced along his calves, his feet twitching in an attempt to escape the tickling torment. He squirmed in his bonds, his bound body jerking and bouncing off the floor with every giggle. The vibrant blue rope around his wrists and the white rope around his ankles contrasted sharply with the pale skin of his feet, which now had a rosy tint from the blood rushing to the surface.

The rain outside had turned into a steady drumming on the windows, the rhythm matching the pounding of Tommy’s heart as Jan’s tickling grew more intense. She watched him, her own breath quickening, the thrill of the power play swirling around them. The room was filled with the sound of his muffled squeaks and the occasional thump of his body against the floor.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, jolting Jan out of her reverie. She froze, her hand hovering over Tommy’s foot. The sound was unexpected, a dissonant note in their quiet, intimate morning. Tommy’s eyes went wide with terror above the gag, and Jan knew he was thinking the same thing she was: who could it be?

With a quick decision, Jan stood up and walked over to the door, leaving Tommy struggling on the floor. She peeked through the peephole and saw a delivery man holding a large, waterproof package. She let out a sigh of relief and opened the door. “I’ll just be a moment,” she called over her shoulder, her voice carrying the same playful tone she had used moments before.

The young delivery boy looked surprised to see a mature woman in such casual attire, barefoot and ripped jeans, but Jan had long ago mastered the art of nonchalance in all situations. She signed for the package and took it from him, the cold plastic feeling foreign against her warm hand. She closed the door and walked back to Tommy, who had gone still, his eyes wide with fear.

“It’s just a delivery, Tommy. Nothing to worry about,” she assured him, placing the package on the coffee table. She crouched down next to him and began to peel the tape off his mouth, her movements swift and efficient. Tommy’s eyes never left hers as she worked, his trust in her unwavering despite his earlier panic. The silence in the room was broken only by the sound of the rain and Jan’s gentle murmurs of comfort.

Once the gag was removed, Tommy gasped for air, his cheeks still flushed from the tickling and the pressure of the foam. “Th-thank you, Aunt Jan,” he managed to say, his voice muffled.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Jan asked, her voice filled with genuine concern. Tommy nodded, his eyes glistening with a mix of fear and excitement. Jan knew that the sudden interruption could have been jarring for him, especially in his vulnerable state. She reached out and gently stroked his hair, reassuring him with her touch.

“Yes thank you Auntie. But can I have a drink please?”

“Do you want me to untie you?”

“Not yet please.”

Tommy’s eyes searched Jan’s, and she understood his unspoken request. He was enjoying the feeling of being tied up and didn’t want it to end just yet. She nodded and stood up, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of something cold from the fridge and a fresh mug of coffee for herself as Tommy wriggled against the sofa, manoeuvring himself to a sitting position.

The cold glass felt good in her hand as she brought it back to the living room, the condensation leaving a trail on her skin. She bent down and held the drink to his lips, tipping it slightly so he could take a sip. Tommy’s eyes never left hers as he drank, his trust in her unwavering. She padded back to the kitchen to get her coffee, added sugar and cream, then restarted to Tommy still tied up in the lounge.

The delivery had brought an unexpected thrill to their morning, a reminder of the outside world that seemed so far away in their little bondage bubble. Jan sat back down on the sofa, putting her feet on the table and crossing her ankles, sipping her coffee and watching Tommy as he explored the limits of his restraints. He leaned back, testing the tension in the ropes around his chest, his eyes closed in concentration.

"So, what do you want to do now, Tommy?" Jan asked, her voice casual despite the racing thoughts in her head. The rain had picked up outside, the droplets now a furious dance on the window, matching the rhythm of their racing hearts.

Tommy looked at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can you tie me to the chair?" he asked, nodding towards the wooden chair in the corner of the room.

Lovely and cute story! The interactions between the two of them are cute and fun. Looking forward for chapter 3

Oh I want an Aunt Jan! This is so exciting. I love how this is progressing. Very interesting how she observed Tommy and relates it to her own feelings from prior experiences .
I can't wait for more of this tale!
More please!

That’s a nice story. Back at his age, I would have loved to have an aunt Jan as well. It’s great how she allows him to experiment with being tied up freely but keeping it all safe by being around all the time.

I agree with all the comments; what a lovely and cute story. I wish I would have had an aunt like Jan myself all those years ago. I like the attention to details such as the rope colours. I also love the innocence and trust Tommy exhibits as his caring aunt safely allows him to explore his interests in tied-up games.

I especially like the parts where Tommy says "it's like a hug" and "I feel safe." These echo the sentiments I've felt whenever I was tied-up myself through-out my life so far.

Great story

"So, what do you want to do now, Tommy?" Jan asked, her voice casual despite the racing thoughts in her head. The rain had picked up outside, the droplets now a furious dance on the window, matching the rhythm of their racing hearts.

Tommy looked at her, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can you tie me to the chair?" he asked, nodding towards the wooden chair in the corner of the room.

“Really?” Asked Jan. “you sure you don’t want to be untied and do something else?”

Tommy grinned and nodded vigorously. "Yeah, it's fun!"

Jan helped Tommy to get to his feet, then he hopped across to the chair, his legs still tightly tied.

"Hold on," she said, grabbing a cushion from the sofa. "We don't want you to be uncomfortable." She placed it gently on the seat, then bent down to tie his ankles to the chair legs, ensuring the knots were snug but not too tight.

“No.” Said Tommy. “Please don’t tie my feet to the legs of this chair.”

“Oh. Do you want to be able to kick them about. I’ll just tie your top half to the chair then.”

“No Aunty Jan. I was thinking about what you said about being locked in stocks. You can’t lock me in stocks, but if you moved the other chair over,” he lifted his bound feet and pointed with his toes, “you could put my ankles through the bars at the back and tie them either side. I couldn’t move my feet then.”

Jan’s eyes widened, but she nodded. She could see the logic in his request and was surprised by his creativity. But first she had to tie him to this chair. Picking up several coils of mostly white rope, she began to wrap ropes round his chest and stomach, squeezing his arms between his back and the chair back. “Is that too tight?” She asked.

“No. It’s wonderful!” Jan continued using the vertical bars of the chair back to secure her nephew. She tied around his body then through the vertical bars, first round his waist, next his mid chest then finally round his shoulders, looping ropes under his arms so he could not slide down. She tied another rope round him thighs, knotting it under the chair and to the back legs, then just an over his knees she tied again around the seat and to the front legs. He was now welded to the chair and could only kick his legs back and forth from the knees.

Jan dragged the other chair closer and untied his ankles, leaving the remaining ropes on his legs in place. She went to fetch a scarf and tied it round the central back post if the chair placed his ankles through the bars. “I don’t want you to hurt your ankles on the bars.” She explained. Tommy’s excitement grew as she wrapped the rope around his ankles in front of and behind the post, securing him in place.

With the last knot in place, she stepped back to admire her handiwork. Tommy was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. Jan felt a twinge of nervousness, but also a thrill. This was definitely more than just a game. She knew it was something that she enjoyed, but seeing the delight on his face was new. She took a deep breath and sat on the chair, her legs spread to fit around the back and looked him straight in the eye. “Let’s test this shall we. Remember: marmalade.”

Tommy nodded, his cheeks already flushed with excitement. Jan reached out and began to run her finger tips gently up his feet. He giggled uncontrollably, his body jerking with every touch. She watched him squirm, his bound feet trying to move out of her reach but failing utterly due to his binds.

“How’s that?” Jan asked.

Tommy’s laughter grew louder, his body squirming even more as Jan’s fingers reached his ticklish spots. “It’s perfect, Aunt Jan!” he managed to say between giggles. “Buhuhut can yohhoo gag ha ha me he?”

“Of course, I can gag you if you want,” Jan replied with a mischievous smile, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “but remember, if you need to be untied for any reason, just say the safeword.”

Tommy nodded again, his eyes still watering from laughter. Jan looked for an appropriate gag and picked up a discarded scarf from the floor. She held it out to him. “This should do the trick,” she said, placing the scarf in his mouth and tying a second scarf around his head to hold them in place. “Say “Marmalade”” she said.

Tommy nodded again, the scarf bulging slightly as he muffled the word.

“Hmm. Not really clear. That gag is too good.” Jan stepped out to the kitchen, and Tommy heard her searching through a draw.”

A moment later she returned with a couple of metal cups. “Hold these.” She said.

Tommy looked puzzled but did as he was told, poking his fingers through the bars at the back of the chair and taking the cups in his bound hands. “If it gets too much just drop these.”

"Gog ig," he murmured, the scarf muffling his voice.

Jan nodded, satisfied with the makeshift safety measure. She stepped closer, her own heart racing a bit as she sat on the chair backwards and shuffled forwards, again locking eyes with him as her hands reached for his bare feet. Tommy's giggles grew in intensity as she began to tickle him again, her fingers dancing along the sensitive skin of his soles and toes. The metal cups clanked together in his grasp as he tried to control his body's involuntary reactions.

Her own heart pounding with excitement, Jan watched as the young boy's body jerked and twitched, his laughter echoing through the room. The rain outside had turned into a storm, the thunder adding a dramatic soundtrack to their game. Tommy's eyes grew wide as Jan's tickling grew more persistent, her fingers moving faster and with more precision. She knew all his ticklish spots now, and she took delight in watching his desperate attempts to escape. He tried to cover one foot with the other which if course was useless as he simply presented his aunt with a perfect target for her finger tips and long nails.

With each giggle, Jan felt a strange sense of power, a feeling she hadn’t experienced since her own days of playing tie-up games. The sound of his laughter was infectious, filling the room with a joy that seemed to cut through the tension of their game. Yet, she knew she had to keep going, had to push him to his limits. She began to tease him with cruel words. “So. I can tickle you all I want and you can’t do anything about it. You just have to put up with it.”

Tommy’s eyes grew wide with surprise at the sudden change in tone. He squealed as Jan’s fingers found a new spot, just behind his ankle bone. The metal cups rattled in his grip as he tried to pull his legs away, but the ropes held firm. He squirmed in his chair, his whole body now one giant tickle spot.

“I could tickle you for hours on end. You’re all tied up. You can’t run away. Hours and hours of tickling. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” She spoke with a cheeky grin on her face and an evil purr in her voice, rather like car woman from the 1960s Batman show.

Tommy’s laughter grew to a crescendo of delightful agony as Jan’s hands moved up his feet to between his toes, which he hadn’t realised were ticklish. He thrashed his head back and forth, his eyes squeezed shut. The scarf around his mouth was soggy with drool, but he didn’t care. He was lost in the sensation of her fingers on his skin.

“I could keep you tied up here for days. All week even. I can tickle you when ever I want to. I could even invite my friends round. Do you think they’d like to tickle a tied up little boy?”

The sudden thought of being the center of attention for her friends sent a bolt of panic through Tommy’s body, his laughter turning into a whine. Jan felt a twinge of regret for scaring him, but she knew it was part of the thrill for both of them. She quickly switched to a more playful tone. “I might invite them tomorrow, but right now you are all mine to tickle for the whole weekend, so you’d better get used to it!”

Tommy’s eyes went wide with shock and excitement. He’d never thought the game would go so far, but the idea of being at her mercy for the entire weekend was oddly thrilling. Jan saw the mix of emotions playing out on his face and took pity, switching to a gentle tickling that was more soothing than tormenting. The storm outside had reached its peak, the thunder now a constant rumble and the rain a steady roar.

Tommy could not stand the continual torment his aunts fingers and nails inflicted on him. It was torture. He knew all he had to do was open his fingers and drop the cups to stop it but that would spoil the fun. The fun was, just as his aunt said, there was nothing he could do to stop her. He was helpless. He couldn’t drop the cups because that would men he was in control. Like tying his hands with slip knots or toy handcuffs he wasn’t really tied up because he could always escape. When his aunt tied him up she was in control, and there was nothing he could do. That’s how it had to stay.

Holy moly! This is picking up speed! I am loving this. I really need to read about her friends coming over!!

Keep going!

This is getting better and better. More please!

Wow! "like cat woman from the ..." exactly the kind of show I used to watch.

I can totally relate to Tommy's thought processes, knowing he can let go of the cups, yet desperately trying to hold on to them to prevent the game from ending. I wonder if your Tommy has ever met my young Seb I think they would have been good childhood friends

This story keeps getting better

As Tommy’s feet wiggled, his toes occasionally rubbed on Jan’s jeans, shedding shivers through her body. “My nephew shouldn’t be giving me this feeling.” She told herself as she slid back off the chair and walked back to her bag. She took out three lengths of narrow string. Spreading her thighs and sitting back on the chair , she took one length of string and tied Tommy’s big toes together, thing them back to the central vertical to which his ankles were tied. The two smaller lengths she used to tie his little toes to the verticals either side of the central one, stretching his soles and pinning his feet back.

“Now then. Do you feel really helpless?” She said in her teasing voice as her fingers began to flicker up and down his bare feet once more. “You can even wiggle your toes now can you? All helpless. I can tickle you for as long and as hard as I want to and you’ve just got to put up with it. There’s nothing you can do to stop me. You can’t escape.”

The thoughts going through Tommy’s mind were exactly that. He truly was helpless, he could not stop his aunt from tickling his feet. His feet were incredibly ticklish and he hated being tickled, yet strangely he loved not being able to stop it. Sure he knew he just had to drop the metal cups, but his hands held tightly on to them because he did not want to escape. He wanted to be his aunts helpless prisoner.

The room was filled with his muffled giggles and squeaks as Jan’s fingers danced over his ticklish soles. Her eyes were bright with mischief as she watched his face contort with every giggle. She knew he was enjoying it, the same way she did when she was tied up. The sound of his laughter was like music to her ears. Jan leaned forward in the chair, locking eyes with him, enjoying the power she had over him.

“What would your school friends say if they knew you were all tied up and helpless?”

Tommy’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, his giggles momentarily stifled by the thought. Jan leaned closer, her breath warm on his cheek. “They’d think you’re pretty funny, wouldn’t they? What would your teacher think if she saw you all tied up like this?”

Her words brought a fresh wave of giggles from the boy. He bit down on his gag, trying to suppress them, but it was no use. The more he squirmed, the more his aunt’s fingers found new spots to tickle. She noticed his efforts to escape weakening, and a devilish smirk grew on her face. “Shall I call your teacher and ask her to bring all the girls in your class round so they can see you all tied up? Do you have a girlfriend I could invite round?”

Tommy’s eyes grew wide with horror, his body thrashing against the ropes. Jan’s smirk grew wider, her eyes sparkling with delight. “But don’t worry, you’re safe with me. I’m your auntie, after all. I won’t tell anyone about your little secret unless you want me to, okay? Even if there are lots of girls who’d love to play with your little pink toes.”

Her teasing was met with more intense giggles, turning into full-blown laughter as she focused on the most sensitive spot between his toes. The metal cups clattered in his hands as he tried to hold them tight, his body jerking in response to her touch. Jan couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement watching him squirm, his eyes watering with each laugh.

“This little piggy went to market.” She began, squeezing the big toe of his right foot.

Tommy’s eyes grew even wider, his laughs morphing into squeals. He tried to shake his head but the gag kept his protests silent. Jan knew he was enjoying this, and she couldn’t help but enjoy it too. She had always had a penchant for this kind of play, and seeing it reflected in her nephew’s eyes made her feel a strange connection to him.

“This little Piggy stayed at him.” She continues playing with his toes. By the time she got to the last little piggy she dug her finger nails into both his bare feet, scarping them up and down his tightly stretched immobile soles.

Tommy’s muffled screams of laughter filled the room. His whole body was shaking now, the ropes holding him in place creaking slightly with each jerk. Jan’s heart raced with excitement, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She hadn’t realised how much she had missed this kind of play. “You know there are five more little piggies on your left foot too. Do you think they want to play too.” All the time she never stopped her relentless assault with her fingers in his feet.

Tommy’s head thrashed back and forth on the back of the chair, his eyes squeezed shut. He nodded vigorously, his cheeks red and sweaty from the effort of holding in his laughter. Jan took this as a challenge and leaned closer, her nose almost touching his toes as she whispered the next line. “This little piggy had roast beef. And this little piggy had none. This little piggy cried wee, wee, wee, all the way home.” She waited for his reaction, holding her breath.

The anticipation was palpable as she dug her nails into the soles of his left foot, eliciting a high-pitched squeal from behind the gag. The metal cups clattered to the floor.

Immediately Jan leapt up, took two paces to teach his head. “Brace yourself sweetie.” She said as she ripped the tape off his face. “Are you OK?”

He spat the sock out of his mouth. “Please. I just need to pee!”

Her teasing expression turned into one of concern. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise it was that intense for you. Let’s get you out of there quickly.” She moved behind the chair, her hands deftly untying the knots she had so carefully secured earlier. It took almost ten minutes to untie all the ropes from his body and legs, those which bound him to the chair as well as those which simple held his feet together and hands behind his back.

As the last rope fell away, Tommy’s legs shot out, the sudden rush of blood making him woozy. Jan caught him before he toppled over, her strong arms steadying him. “Careful now. Take it slow. Walk it off. You’re free.”

Tommy nodded, his breaths still coming in short bursts. He took a few tentative steps, his legs wobbly but carrying him to the bathroom. The door closed behind him, leaving Jan to survey the ropes on the floor. A small part of her felt guilty for pushing him so far, but she quickly shrugged it off. This was what he had asked for.

When Tommy emerged, his cheeks were still flushed, but his eyes were clear and focused. Jan had a cool glass of milk and a second of water waiting for him.

"Here you go, Tommy. Drink this, it'll help you feel better." She handed it to him, watching as he gulped it down. "So, what did you think?"

Tommy took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. "It was wonderful ," he said finally, his voice a little shaky. "I didn't expect it to feel like that."

"Like what?" Jan asked, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress.

Tommy took a moment to gather his thoughts. "It was... intense. And kind of scary, but in a good way." He took a sip of water, his eyes never leaving hers. "Can we do it again?"

“Hahahaha. You want more?”

Tommy nodded, still panting slightly. Jan couldn’t resist the urge to laugh, a delighted sound that echoed through the room. Jan looked out if the window. The rain showed no signs of easing up “Alright then, but we’re going to ease into it. You’re not ready for another round just yet. And we need lunch. You just watch some TV or something and I’ll making fried cheese sandwiches. I may even ad a slice of tomato and an egg if you like.”

While Jan cooked in the kitchen, the aroma of melting cheese and sizzling bacon filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of rain from outside. Tommy sat on the couch, his legs still tingling from the ropes. He couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling of being so utterly at Jan’s mercy, her fingers dancing over his feet, the power she had over him. He felt a strange excitement building in his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration. But it was not the tickling, which to be honest here really hated, it was the feeling of not being able to escape.”

This story is so much fun!
I was thinking how delicious it would be if they did act out a batman scene. Complete with costumes.
The Boy Wonder falls into the evil Catwomans lair and is tortured by her henchwomen friends.
This would be amazing!
Great work @Janbound

Great work! Loving this series so far. Would they both start playing role playing games?

Lovely story! I like their interection so much!
Please tell me there will be upperbody tickling too

Great continuations! I love the way Jan teases him with the various threats (of tickling him for hours or days, and of inviting in many other women or girls to also tickle him).

Awesome story

“So Tommy. Any ideas for this afternoon? The rains set to stay.”

Tommy looked over at his aunt Jan, his cheeks still rosy from the morning’s tickling. The rain pattered against the windows like a drum solo, creating a soothing backdrop to their quiet lounge. The room was filled with the scent of their just-finished lunch, a comforting blend of warm bread and cheese that lingered in the air. He felt a sudden surge of excitement. “Looks like you will have to tie me up again, Aunt Jan!”

A mischievous twinkle sparkled in Jan’s eyes. “Oh really?” she said, raising an eyebrow. She had noticed the excitement in his voice and knew that the game wasn’t over yet. “Well, if you insist.” She pushed herself up from the couch and walked over to the pile of ropes, tape and scarves from this morning. Tommy’s heart raced as he watched her. This was a side of her he had never seen before, and it was thrilling.

Choosing a length of soft, velvety rope, Jan returned to the couch. “Alright, young man. Let’s see how much you can take this time.” Tommy’s breath hitched in his throat as he felt the cool, smooth material brush against his wrists. He had always been curious about the sensation of being tied up, but now that it was happening again, he felt a mix of apprehension and exhilaration. Jan’s fingers were deft and gentle as she bound his wrists together behind his back, securing the knot with a firm tug. She worked quickly, looping the rope around his arms and chest, creating an intricate web that held him snugly in place.

The rain grew heavier outside, the drumming on the windows growing more intense. It was as if the storm was a soundtrack to their private escapade. Tommy’s mind raced with the thrill of the situation. He had never felt so alive, so vulnerable, yet so safe. Aunt Jan’s touch was firm but not cruel, her eyes never leaving his to gauge his reactions. She had transformed the living room into a playground of restraint, and he was her eager pupil.

Jan tied his elbows together then wrapped ropes round his chest, then tying ropes around his tummy, bound his hands tightly into the small of his back.

Once his upper body was secured, Jan shifted her attention to his ankles. The rope slithered around them, coiling tighter with each pass. The sensation of his bare skin against the rope was foreign, yet oddly comforting. The pressure grew as she pulled the knots taut, securing his legs to the chair. He felt a strange sense of relief, knowing he was at her mercy, and that she would never truly harm him. The anticipation grew, his pulse quickening as he awaited the next part of their game. Next came his knees , shins and thighs.

The rain outside had become a symphony, the droplets dancing on the windowpanes in an erratic rhythm that seemed to echo the thumping of his heart. Jan stepped back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Tommy tested his bonds, the slight give of the ropes reminding him of the morning’s escapade. He looked up at her, eyes wide with excitement.

“Now, now, none of that wiggling,” Jan said playfully, a finger wagging in the air. One more rope to stop that. She bent his knees and tied his ankles to his wrists. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under his head, ensuring he was as comfortable as possible. “This is called a hogtie.” She said smiling. “Remember, if it gets too much, just say the safe word, and I’ll stop immediately.”

The cushion was soft under his head, a stark contrast to the firm grip of the ropes. Tommy nodded, his voice muffled by the fabric of the pillow. The rain outside had become a constant white noise, a comforting drone that filled the room. He could feel his breathing slow down as he grew accustomed to his new position.

Aunt Jan sat down on the floor in front of him, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. She found none, only excitement and curiosity. She reached out and tickled his feet gently, watching as his body responded involuntarily. His laughter filled the room, the sound of it mixing with the rain outside. Tommy squirmed and wriggled, trying to escape the tickling, but the ropes held firm.

Her fingers moved up to his knees, tickling him lightly, the pressure increasing as she went along. Tommy’s giggles grew louder, his body jerking in the chair. He had never felt so helpless, so utterly at the mercy of someone else’s whims. Yet, he knew he could trust Jan, that she would stop if he ever needed her to. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating.

“I can tickle you like this,” Jan said, her voice teasing as she reached his ribs, “and you can’t run away!” Tommy’s laughter grew into a full-blown cackle, his whole body shaking with the effort to break free. The ropes creaked and tightened with every twitch, but they didn’t give. Jan’s eyes gleamed with delight as she watched him squirm.

Her tickling grew more intense, moving up to his armpits. Tommy’s face contorted with mirth, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to control his breathing. The rain outside had become a blur of white noise, the only sound in the room his laughter and Jan’s soft giggles as she worked her way up to his neck. “Aunt Jan, no more, no more!” he gasped out, his voice high-pitched and desperate.

Jan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer. “But you have such nice, soft feet, Tommy,” she murmured, her breath warm against his cheek. She trailed her fingers back down to his toes, tickling them lightly. Tommy’s body tensed, and he let out a squeal that was half-laugh, half-plea. The sensation was maddening, sending waves of tickles through his body that seemed to multiply with each touch.

The rain outside grew louder, the storm showing no signs of letting up. The room was bathed in the soft, gray light that filtered through the curtains, creating an intimate atmosphere. Jan’s eyes searched his face for any signs of distress, but all she saw was the sheer joy of the moment. She knew she had found a kindred spirit in her young nephew, someone who shared her secret thrill for this innocent yet taboo game.

Tommy’s breathing grew ragged as the tickling continued, his laughter uncontrollable. He felt like a ragdoll in Jan’s skilled hands, his body reacting to her every touch. The ropes held him securely, but the warmth of her touch was all he could focus on. When she asked, “Do you want to see my feet?”, he nodded eagerly, his eyes still squeezed shut.

Jan stopped tickling him and moved back, still sitting opposite Tommy, placing her bare feet on the cushion, inches from his face. Tommy opened his eyes to see her wiggling her toes, the thin film of dirt from the kitchen floor on her skin just visible in the muted light. He stared, transfixed, as she began to tickle her own feet, with her toes , the sight of it making him giggle even more. The sight was strange yet fascinating, and he found himself wondering if he would ever tire of this sensation.

“Now, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you tickle me next time, okay?” Jan said, her voice breathless from her own laughter. Tommy nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving her feet. He couldn’t believe he was allowed to watch her feet closeup. He’d always had a thing for feet and stole glances at his mum’s bare feet whenever possible. it only added to the thrill of their game.

Suddenly, Jan’s toes darted forward, pinching his nose gently. Tommy’s eyes widened in surprise, and a fresh peal of laughter burst from his lips. The sensation was new, the pressure of her toes against his nostrils sending an unexpected tickle through his body. He squirmed in his bonds, trying to pull away, but she held firm, her smile growing broader with each giggle she elicited.

Encouraged by his reaction, Jan leaned in closer, her foot hovering just above his face. “You want to try tickling me back, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a seductive whisper. Tommy’s eyes darted from her face to her feet and back again, contemplating the idea. He nodded as best as he could with his nose still pinched.

With a playful smirk, Jan released his nose and placed her foot on the pillow next to his head. Tommy could feel the warmth of her skin and the smoothness of her sole against his cheek. He hesitated for a moment, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. Then, with a quick dart of his tongue, he tickled the bottom of her foot.

Her reaction was immediate and intense. Jan’s body jolted, and she let out a high-pitched giggle that echoed through the room. Tommy’s eyes widened with surprise and delight. He had never seen his aunt like this, so uninhibited and playful. He continued to tickle her, his tongue flicking over the arch of her foot, the roughness of her heel providing a stark contrast to the softness of her skin.

Jan’s toes curled and uncurled, and she tried to pull her foot away, but she also wanted to keep her foot in place. Tommy could feel the vibrations of her laughter through the pillow, and it only spurred him on. He traced the path of her foot with his nose, feeling the grit of the dirt between her toes and the calloused skin on her heels. It was strange and thrilling, a new sensation that added a layer of realism to their game.

With a final giggle, Jan pulled her foot away, the sudden absence of contact leaving Tommy feeling slightly cold. He watched as she began to untie the knots at his ankles, her movements efficient and precise. The rain had slowed to a gentle patter, the storm outside seemingly mirroring the winding down of their game. The ropes fell away from his legs, and he felt the cool air kiss his skin.

Tommy’s heart hammered in his chest as Jan moved up to his wrists, her touch gentle and caring. He felt a sense of loss as the ropes were unraveled, his newfound freedom bringing with it a peculiar mix of relief and disappointment. As his hands were freed, he rubbed his wrists, feeling the circulation return. Jan watched him, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

“Okay, sweetie. Your turn to tie me,” she said, her voice still filled with mirth from their earlier laughter. Tommy’s eyes grew round with excitement. He had never thought this would be part of the game, but now that it was presented to him, he couldn’t resist the challenge. He sat up straight on the floor, his bare feet folded under him on the carpet, and took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

“You can tie my hands behind my back, my feet together, my knees, my chest, gag me and tickle my feet” as she said these words she mimics holding her hands behind her, looping rope round her legs and chest, tying something over her mouth, wiggling her toes.

Tommy’s eyes lit up with excitement as he took in her instructions, his imagination racing with the possibilities. Carefully, he began to loop the rope around Jan’s wrists, his small hands fumbling with the knots. Jan’s giggles grew as she felt the ropes tighten, her anticipation building.

Once her wrists were secure, she leaned back against the couch, allowing him to work on her ankles. Tommy’s heart raced as he tied her legs together, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her muscles. He took his time, enjoying the power dynamic shift that had occurred. The room was filled with the sound of the rain outside and the rustling of ropes as he worked.

With Jan’s feet bound, Tommy moved to her knees. He felt a thrill as he tied the rope around her legs, the material tightening with each loop. He watched her face intently, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort, but all he saw was excitement. Jan’s eyes were closed, her body relaxed, as she let out a content sigh.

Next, he approached her chest, his cheeks flushing slightly as he looped the rope around her waist , around her tummy, chest and elbows, and up over her shoulders. Tommy had never felt so grown up, so responsible for someone else’s pleasure and safety. He took a deep breath and wrapped the rope around her chest, securing it with a gentle tug. Jan’s breath hitched, and she opened her eyes, looking at him with an expression that was both surprised and thrilled.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice a low purr of approval. Tommy felt his chest swell with pride. He had done it; he had tied her up just as she had done to him. The rain had all but stopped, leaving only the occasional patter against the window. The room was quiet except for the sound of Jan’s breathing and the rustle of the ropes.

He took a moment to appreciate his handiwork, the ropes a testament to their shared secret. Then, he turned his attention to the final part of her instructions: the gag. His hands trembled slightly as he picked up a scarf from the pile, the fabric soft and cool against his palms. He approached Jan, his eyes meeting hers. She nodded, a silent affirmation of his next move.

Tommy leaned in, his heart racing as he folded the scarf into a small square. He knew this was a moment of trust, and he didn’t want to disappoint her. Gently, he opened her mouth and slid the fabric in, feeling her warm breath against his fingers. Jan’s eyes searched his, and he could see the anticipation, the thrill of being at his mercy. He tied the scarf around her head, making sure it was snug but not too tight, the material framing her features like a mask.

Her eyes widened slightly as the scarf filled her mouth, muffling any sounds she might make. The room grew quieter, the only noise the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft rustle of the ropes. Tommy felt a rush of power and responsibility, his young mind grappling with the complexities of their game. He knew he had to be careful, to listen to her body language, to ensure she was okay.

Once the gag was in place, Jan’s eyes searched his for any signs of uncertainty. Tommy took a deep breath and gave a firm nod, his face a picture of concentration. He knew this was the part of the game that could go too far if not done right. He had seen it in movies, read about it in books – the thrill of the gag, the way it heightened the sensation of tickling. But he also knew that safety came first.

He picked up another scarf, this one a vibrant shade of blue that matched Jan’s eyes. Carefully, he folded it into a thin strip, ensuring it was long enough to serve its purpose. His heart raced as he approached her, his hands steady despite the tremor in his chest. Jan’s eyes never left his, filled with a mix of excitement and trust. He felt a strange sense of pride in her faith in him, in their shared secret.

Tommy reached out and began to tie the scarf around her head, looping it around and around, creating a band that would hold the gag in place without causing any discomfort. Each pass of the fabric brought him closer to her, the scent of her shampoo and the faint smell of rain from her hair filling his nostrils. The softness of the scarf was a stark contrast to the firmness of the ropes that held her body captive.

As the scarf tightened, Jan’s eyes grew wider, her breathing quickening. Tommy paused for a moment, his heart racing as he met her gaze. He could see the excitement in her eyes, the unspoken challenge. He took a deep breath and continued, tying the scarf into a tight knot at the back of her head.

Once the gag was secure, Jan’s muffled giggles grew more pronounced. Tommy felt a thrill of excitement and nervousness wash over him as he reached for the blindfold. The black fabric was soft to the touch, and he knew it would block out all light, leaving Jan at his mercy. He took a moment to steady his hands before gently placing it over her eyes, tying it snugly behind her head.

The room grew quieter as Jan’s vision disappeared, leaving only the sound of her breathing and the occasional drip from the leaky faucet in the kitchen. Tommy’s heart thudded in his chest as he took in the sight of his aunt, bound , gagged and blindfolded before him. He felt a strange mix of power and responsibility, knowing that he had to be careful not to overstep the boundaries of their game.

Tommy’s eyes wandered over Jan’s body, the ropes standing out against her jeans and t-shirt like a stark reminder of their shared secret. He reached out tentatively, his fingertips brushing against her bare foot. Jan jerked slightly, her muffled giggles growing louder. He grinned, his excitement building as he began to explore her bound form.

A really great story. Nice adventure

Great work @Janbound what a great feeling for her to experience the fun and excitment she had given her nephew.

I also loved how the rain storme reflected the feeling of their game. Nice job.
Thank you for writing sharing your stories.

MNB

Mmmmm, Aunt’s turn to get tied and gagged..love itl

Amazing story so far. Can’t wait to see how his aunt ties him up next.