Showing Her Son the Ropes (F/m)

[Dukes_91]

Part One

The door to John's room creaked open, "John..." John's mom said as she slowly opened the door. It was his 15th birthday two days previously and he planned to celebrate it the following weekend. As it was the spring break he would have a lot of free time leading up to it.

John's mom, Cindy, walked into his room and sat at the foot of his bed while facing him, "I know you are going to celebrate your birthday with your friends, but I was thinking we could do something, just us two" she said in a soft voice.

John thought for a moment, "What did you have in mind?" he said as he sat upright. John could tell that she had something in mind and waited for her to get it out, "Well... How long has it been since we did the escape game?" She asked.

It had been over a year by this point since they played their own little game. Where one of them would bind the other, then after a time limit if they hadn't escaped, they would lose the game. They had played the game enough times over the years that John had become an escape artist. Cindy on the other hand, was never very good when it was her turn.

"Sure!" John said, the escape game had almost left his mind entirely, "I want a real challenge this time" he said. Cindy was surprised by his enthusiasm, "You'll get five hours to escape, from 5PM to 10PM. Sound good?" Cindy said while looking to her son for approval.

"Five hours? Are you sure? That'll be nothing to me, I could get out in 30 minutes the last time" John said arrogantly. A smirk developed over Cindy's face, "I'm not using skipping ropes and shoe laces anymore, I'll give you a real challenge" She said as she stood up and made her way to the door of John's bedroom.

As the door shut behind his mom, John felt a small sense of excitement. He had spent most of his holidays doing very little but now he had something to look forward to that wasn't his birthday party. He remembered the last time that him and his mom played the escape game.

His wrists were bound behind his back with his own shoelaces and an old skipping rope held his ankles together. The knots themselves were difficult to undo but to win the game he only really had to undo two of them in the space of an hour. The new time limit of five hours made John suspicious that she was going to be a lot more thorough this time than just two bits of string. He would have to wait until 5PM the following day to find out however.

He spent the rest of the day and the following day waiting in anticipation to play the game once more. At 430PM he was called down to the living room. He had a big lunch just 30 minutes before. When he entered the living room his mom was standing there waiting for him. She was wearing black flats, a pair of black tights and a loose white blouse, her hair was blonde and slightly wavy. She was around two inches shorter than her son at 5'5" with blue eyes, a trait they both shared.

She was standing on a white fluffy rug next to a black leather couch which had a series of white bundles of ropes laid out across it and a roll of duct tape sitting at the far end of the couch. John was now beginning to realise why the time limit was now five hours instead of one.

Cindy could see the look of bewilderment on her son's face, "yes, I am using all of it" she said before reaching for a bundle, "hands behind your back" she said. Without a word John turned around and put his hands behind his back, he was wearing a pair of black joggers and a black hoodie.

The ropes moved around his wrists which were crossed behind his back. The ropes wrapped around horizontally and then vertically. As Cindy was tying off the first knot to secure John's wrists she remembered something that she had forgotten to say to him, "Oh! I wanted to make this more interesting, so if you lose the game then I get to wrap you up in duct tape and if you win you can wrap me up overnight" Cindy said.

As she leaned down to pick up another bundle, John nodded his head, "sounds good, it shouldn't be an issue to get out" he said trying to keep his confidence high. The next bundle of rope was tied above his elbows and tightened until they were touching eachother.

Cindy chuckled, "Are you sure? I keep 12 rolls of the stuff in storage remember?" she said as she picked up another bundle. She let the bundle loose and pinched the two ends together making a loop at one end. She wrapped the rope around just above his waist, she fed the loose end through the loop and pulled it tight before knotting it off.

The tightness that he felt against his already bound wrists surprised him, "This is already more difficult than any of the other times" he said in a less smug tone. He tried to adjust his hoodie which was being slightly pulled down by the ropes.

Cindy, seeing John already start to struggle felt pretty full of herself, "Remember it's the same rules as every other time; you can't use any outside objects to escape and you can give up at any time you want" Cindy said with a grin plastered on her face as she held the next bundle of soft white rope in her hands.

Again, she pinched the two loose ends of the rope together. She wrapped the rope around his chest and fed the two loose ends through the loop and tightened it before knotting it off. Now his wrists and elbows were tightly bound together and held against his torso.

"And now for your legs!" Cindy said as she gently pushed John onto the couch. She took another coil of the same soft white rope and wrapped it around John's ankles and then between his ankles. A sixth length of rope was used to bind his upper shins together just below his knees in the same way that his ankles were.

John was at the end of the black leather couch with his bare feet resting on the white rug while looking up at the blank TV all the while his mom was still tying him up. His hoodie began to ride up slightly so he had to shift his torso to fix it, however Cindy, not seeing this, assumed that he was struggling already which filled her with more confidence, "remember you can give up at any time" Cindy said, looking up at him while she grabbed the last coil of rope.

"Never." John snapped back, beginning to feel unsure about whether he would be able to get out on his own. Cindy tied the last length of rope just above his knees tightly, causing John's skin to pinch for a second. "Your confidence is slipping, that's what I'm hearing" Cindy said as she stood up, giggling.

"You're right, this is a good challenge" John said as his wrists pulled and twisted. Cindy lifted up the roll of duct tape from the end of the couch as well as a pair of scissors, "When have I ever been wrong?" she said arrogantly, "Roll onto your side I've got one more thing I need to do" John's mom said.

John did as he was told and rolled onto his right side, showing his bound wrists to his mother, "Make your hands into fists" she said before wrapping each individual hand in layers and layers of duct tape. She persisted until there was no visible skin from his hands, then she cut off the duct tape before tossing it another couch.

Cindy walked over to the windows facing the street and pulled the covers shut, "I don't want anyone walking by and thinking I've taken you hostage" she laughed to herself as she placed the scissors down on the window sill.

She made her way back over to the couch and sat down next to John who was seated at the edge of the couch next to the arm rest. "It's 440PM right now" said Cindy as she looked at her watch, "So I'm giving you an extra twenty minutes and by the looks of it, you'll need it... Your welcome." she said as she reached for the TV remote.

"Are we watching a movie?" John asked as he was becoming accustomed to his restraints. Cindy moved her right hand behind John's back where she rested it on the right side of his stomach, "Yep, I think we should watch Beauty and the Beast... Any objections?" Cindy's hand moved up and clamped down on John's mouth with an iron grip.

"MMMM! Nmmm." John protested before realising it was futile and gave in. "No objections? OK that's fine with me" Cindy said while hitting play with the remote. As the movie started she slid her hand away from her son's mouth, allowing him to speak once more, "There wasn't any need for that" John said, but deep down he found it funny.

The movie played for a few minutes and John had still not made any progress on undoing any of his bindings. He knew that to do anything he would need to get the duct tape off of his hands so that he could pick at the knots. He glanced at the scissors sitting on the window sill, if he could get them he'd be able to get the tape off his hands. However it would mean breaking the rule of not using any outside objects.

Cindy's right hand pressed against John's right shoulder and she pulled him in closer, to limit any mobility that he might still have while disguising it as a hug. "Are you excited to go to the movie theatre with your friends next week?" Cindy asked.

John nodded his head while his fingers poked around underneath the tape, "it's your birthday as well in two weeks" John said. Cindy looked away from the TV and at John, "it is, did you get me anything?" She asked. John looked at her, "yes I did" he said.

"What did you get me?" Cindy asked with a smile planted across her mouth. "No I can't, it'll ruin the surprise" John said while trying to hold a laugh. This didn't deter Cindy one bit, "Are you sure? I can be quite convincing" she said before the fingers in her left hand dug into John's left side, making him jolt and try get away followed by a small fit of laughter.

"Changed your mind?" Cindy said as her grip around his body tightened. John was too prideful to give in even though her tickling was unbearable, "Nope." Cindy's son said in between fits of laughter.

"Very well." Cindy said before her right hand clamped down on his mouth once more, "you're not going anywhere so I can keep going until the sun comes up" her fingers with her razor sharp nails painted red, dug into his side again but this time even harsher.

After less than 90 seconds of kicking and (muffled) screaming, John finally gave in and tried to speak through her hand rather than screaming. She stopped the relentless tickling, "Are you going to tell me now?" Cindy asked, her right hand still maintaining an iron grip over John's mouth. Slowly, he nodded.

John took a deep breath after his mom removed her hand, "fine I'll tell you, I got you a box of chocolates and a few flowers" he said sheepishly, the sweat from his struggling had began to loosen the stickiness of the tape coating his hands.

"Aww, that's so nice of you" she said before giving him a peck on the cheek. "Of course I was going to get you something" John said as he readjusted himself back into his seat.

A few more minutes passed as John was making more and more progress prying the tape open but he had yet to make a single hole. "I thought I would've had a mouthful of that duct tape by now" John said while looking at his mom. He had never been gagged before during the escape game, but it was very much something he wanted to try. "I can't just be allowed to nag your ear off if I'm tied up... And I can always just chew through tape" John said, he knew that if his mom left the room he would be able to go over to the scissors that his mom left lying on the window sill.

"Hmm. I wanted to save the duct tape for when I mummify you later." She said smugly. John snapped back, "that's if you win, which you won't" he said.

Cindy turned fully to her son and looked him up and down, "No, I think I am" she said, "but now that I've gotten everything out of you that I wanted, I definitely should get a gag for you" she said before tapping his nose with her finger and standing up to leave the room.

As he heard the living room door click shut he sprung into action. He hopped over to the window sill and turned around so that his hands were facing the scissors and he began to scrape at the duct tape. Eventually he felt the scissors puncture the tape, freeing one of his fingers. One free finger would allow him to grip the outside of the tape and tear it open.

Then suddenly, the door swung open and standing there was Cindy with a very pleased look on her face. "You should see your face right now" Cindy said while laughing to herself. She wasn't annoyed that John broke the rule, she was happy that he did because now it gave her the perfect excuse to make this much more difficult for him.

"Rules are rules. You can either give up right now or I can make it much more challenging and still give you the chance to win. Your choice." Cindy said while crossing her arms.

"Fine... I'll take the extra challenge" John said, he knew a small chance was better than none. He was gently guided over to the base of the stairs leading to the second floor, hopping each step of the way. He hopped up each step with Cindy right behind him to hold him still.

From the top of the stairs he was lead into Cindy's bedroom where he sat at the foot of her bed while Cindy dug through her drawers. "What happens now?" John asked, his hoodie being pulled down more and more by the ropes around his stomach.

Cindy pulled out a white stocking, "well first I'm going to gag you with this" Cindy said before shoving a small white rag into his mouth followed by the white stocking tightened around his head to keep the rag in place. The gagging felt a lot more sudden than John was expecting, within half a second he fully lost his ability to speak.

"Phhhuummmmhh" John tried to speak but was surprised at how muffled his voice was. Cindy was over at her night stand retrieving her sleep mask, "Honey, don't even try to speak there's no point" Cindy said lovingly before placing the eye mask on John's face, plunging him into darkness.

"One last thing" said John's mom as she lifted a pair of ear muffs from a drawer below her mirror, "this will be very fun" she muttered to herself while giggling. She put two of her, earbuds which were connected to her phone, into John's ears while he was still sitting upright patiently. The earbuds were followed by the large earmuffs which stopped any noise from the house.

"Right this way" Cindy said under her breath knowing that John now couldn't hear her. She pulled John forward in order to make him stand up, the quietness of the room let Cindy hear the beautiful sound of the ropes creaking as he stood up. She lead him over to her closet which she opened and gently guided John to lie down in before slamming it shut again.

She marched back down to the living room where she sat back on the couch and continued the movie. An idea crossed her mind, she began to play white noise on her phone at full volume. The deafening white noise was so loud that John couldn't hear himself think.

By now, only fifteen minutes have passed, John had no idea how much longer he might spend in there if he can't get out. Apart from his sense of touch and smell he was completely isolated from the rest of the world. For all he knew Cindy was standing over him and watching him still.

His stomach was resting on the soft white carpet with his arms still tightly bound behind him. He could pick up the faint smell of his mom's shoes and leather boots which she had scattered on the floor in the closet.

Lucky for him, that hole which he had created in the duct tape was still there and he could poke his index finger through it. Desperately he pulled and yanked until the hole became bigger and bigger.

Eventually he could fit four fingers out of the hole at a time. Unlucky for him however the noise playing through the earbuds had changed from white noise to the sound of his alarm on repeat. Cindy was taking great joy downstairs hearing the soft, faint groans of frustration echoing through the roof above her.

John bent his back upwards in an attempt to move his wrists in order for his fingers to reach the knot binding them together. After a few minutes of coming frustratingly close he got it, he held onto the knot like his life depended on it.

He picked and pried away at it for what felt like forever until his fingers became sore. And then he felt it. It began to loosen and fall apart. He let out a groan of relief as the rope fell from his wrists. Now that the rope from his wrists were gone, he pulled at the duct tape, still suffocating his hands until it ripped off.

His hands and wrists were now free, however his arms were still bound behind his back. He ran into an issue when he realised that he couldn't bend his elbows because of the rope that was tied around his waist. Frantically, he twisted and turned trying to get his hands in the right position to undo the restraint, to no avail.

Eventually, he stopped because of the exhaustion, the music had switched back to white noise thankfully. He was a sweaty mess, the rag jammed in his mouth was now a saturated with his saliva, which was now crawling past the white stocking and flowing down his neck.

Cindy on the other hand was enjoying herself in the living room, she was watching the rest of the movie while sipping on a glass of white wine. John laid there for what felt like thirty minutes, there was no way his hands could reach that high up his body without moving his elbows, he thought to himself.

Then suddenly it occured to him, he didn't need to move his hands up to the rope, if he could move the rope down to his hands, he would be able to untie it easily. But how would he get the rope down to his hands? He pondered for a few moments. Then it hit him. He could use the laces from his mom's shoes to snag the rope and pull it downwards.

Without eye sight and only the sense of touch from his fingers, he slowly shifted around the closet, feeling for shoes. His fingers grazed upon something but it was just a pair of knee high black leather boots. He continued to search until he felt the bottom of a shoe.

He grabbed the shoe with his hand and with his arms bound behind him he stripped the laces from the shoe and held the piece of string in his hands. He sat up with his hands hovering above the floor with the string in hand. Despite being in the pitch black he knew where he was going to aim.

Where the rope binds his elbows to his torso, if he could get one end of the string into the gap between the rope and his back, he would be able to pull it down.

He focused carefully and with his fingers flicked one end of the string upwards where it landed on top of the white rope binding his elbows. Carefully, he pushed the string upwards until it fell through to the other side. With one hand he searched for the other end of the string, letting out a small yelp of joy when he found it.

With one hand holding each end he pulled as hard as he would while wriggling side to side. Slowly the rope slid down his waist and to his legs and away from his arms. He had enough leverage now that the rope at his chest didn't stop his arms from moving.

He was now on the home stretch. He was able to shift the rope at his chest upwards and over his head. His upper body was now free.

Quickly he removed those earmuffs and earbuds which had been playing those dreadful noises for what felt like forever. Next he began to untie the ropes around his thighs, legs and ankles which was a piece of cake compared to what he had just done.

Just as he was undoing the last knot on his ankle restraints he heard the closet door slide open and a loud gasp echo through the room. He kicked off the last of the ankle rope and removed his blindfold to see his mother standing above him, lost for words.

"How?" She said, the question barely being able to leave her lips in pure disbelief. John began to untie the gag, before he could undo the knot, his mother pulled the stocking out of his mouth which was followed by the white rag which had been crammed into his mouth.

"I am very impressed... How did you even do that" Cindy asked, still stunned. John stood up with the shoelace in hand, "putting me in there was a bad idea" he said.

Cindy was now realising the reality of what would happen now that she lost. He had managed to get out in just under an hour, less than the normal time limit. The worst part in her mind was that it was her fault that he managed to escape so quickly. Now she would have to go to bed early while wrapped up in duct tape. Not how she planned to spend her night, but she was true to her word.

"Well, I guess I've learned my lesson then... I'll go get ready" Cindy said before picking up her pajamas from her bed and leaving the room.

Ten minutes later, John had cleaned himself up and brought four rolls of duct tape up to his mom's bedroom where he laid them out on the bed.

His mom walked in a few moments later, she was wearing pink silky bottoms with a pink silk top and her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail.

"Let's get started!" Cindy exclaimed, she was in slightly higher spirits than when she had initially left the room. She stood in between the bed and the closet, the sound of the duct tape unravelling was deafening but sweet to her.

Without a word, the tape wrapped at a ludicrous speed around her legs. Wrapping around and around until reaching the top of her thigh. In the span of a few minutes she was already completely mummified on her lower half.

"Put your hands at your sides" said John, revelling in the moment. Cindy snapped back, "If I'm going to be wrapped up like a mummy, I'll pose like one" she said jokingly before crossing her arms in front of her. Her left hand touching her right shoulder and her right hand touching her left shoulder. "Very well" John replied.

Again the duct tape wrapped around at ludicrous speed from her waist all the way up to her shoulders, fully encasing her arms and torso. "You know it's funny because I'm a lot better at doing the tying and you're a lot better at doing the escaping... Maybe next time we can switch?" Cindy said as she looked down at her wrapped up body.

"That sounds great" John said as he began to wrap more tape from Cindy's waist down to her upper thighs. "Lie down now" he said.

Cindy obliged and fell back onto her bed, "are we done?" Cindy asked knowing the answer. "A few more things" John wrapped up Cindy's bare feet in the duct tape. Cindy pretended to look annoyed, "Really? What was the need for that? Are you going to tape up my mouth now?" She snapped. In reality she was always curious what it might be like to be fully wrapped up in duct tape.

"I've never believed that a strip of tape will actually keep a person quie-MMMNNNN" Cindy said before being rudely cut off by her son placing one end of duct tape on her mouth.

"Good thing I'm not using just a strip" John said before wrapping the tape around her head. However he didn't stop there, he wrapped up her chin, above her nose and her eyes and forehead. Then he began wrapping vertically and eventually wrapped up every single spot on her face except for her nose, as well as leaving a small hole that her ponytail fit through.

When he was done there was no skin poking out from the tape except for her nose gently peaking out as well as her blonde hair flowing from the top of her head. John was impressed with his work, the duct tape was wrapped so tightly that his mother now looked like a birthday present.

For Cindy, she wriggled and screamed into nothingness. To her it felt quite nice, it was almost like a tight hug around her entire body that she couldn't escape from. Not until the next morning when her son would cut her free.

But for now, all she could think of was what she would do when it was her birthday in a few weeks time.

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

Excellent story! I loved it very much. Thanks for writing it.

[Dukes_91]

Excellent story! I loved it very much. Thanks for writing it.

I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'll likely make a second part soon

[CarouselCowboy13]

Excellent Job and Great Story sounds like Cindy liked being taped up a lot. If you could please maybe for next Story have her wearing Keds Canvas Shoes or VansGirls Slip ons. Please and Thank you

[TuggyMale]

Absolutely amazing. Great story

[harveygasson]

Great stuff!

[hafnermg]

I'm glad you enjoyed it, I'll likely make a second part soon

I hope you do make the second part I would love more of this!!

[sockgaggedsissy]

Love it!

[beeblebrox883]

Really enjoyed this story!

[Derftg]

Hi! I really like your story! When will you write the second part?

[JC1991]

I need a sequel where mom mummifies him!!! Please!!!!

[Derftg]

Hey, when will you post another part?

[Tetrahedron7Z]

Kinda sweet actually and I like the concept. These type of stories are always some of my favorites to read.

[RopemanSteve]

Heck of a birthday present!

[MrBind]

Really good story, though maybe it could be broken up a little.

Yep, a new chapter is needed, lol