My Roman Empire (F/m)

[Jeff K]

When I was about 14 years of age, I was obsessed with the Roman Empire. Specifically, the stories of rebellion against it. Most fascinating to me were the stories of the Germanic and Brittanic tribes who fought against these oppressors. It always baffled me as to why so many people would try to fight the Romans even though they would inevitably lose, and all those the Romans defeated would suffer brutalities.

But, of course, there was another reason for this obsession. I loved hearing stories of proud tribesmen captured and bound by the Romans, paraded through the coliseum in chains. It sounded utterly humiliating, and there was nothing that appealed to me more.

This led to one day when the home was quiet and all members of the family were scattered around the house doing their own thing that I found myself alone in the basement with nothing but my thoughts and a toy sword in hand, waging war against the Romans. I fought and toiled until eventually I became the spoils. I threw my sword to the ground as if it had been knocked from my grasp and then positioned both my hands behind my back as if they were tethered by invisible cords.

I was no good at self-ties, and to this day that is a skill that completely evades me, so this was the best I could do for now. I pantomimed being shoved around the room by cruel captors, all with my hands held behind my back. I was so caught up in my playacting that I did not notice when the basement door opened and footsteps began to descend until I turned around to see my mom standing before me. I jumped slightly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she said.

"It's okay," I said. I still had my hands behind my back and I turned away from her briefly as I continued pacing. When she came down here it was usually to access our basement freezer to start prepping dinner. It was a bit early for that, but maybe she was getting some meat to defrost. When I turned back, she was still there, and seemed kind of lost in thought. I gave her a quizzical frown, and she shook herself.

"I just came down here to grab the pork so I could defrost it." Bingo! "I didn't mean to stare, I just thought something. But I was mistaken."

I was very confused by this. "What do you mean, mom?"

My mom gave an awkward clearing of her throat before she continued. "Well, it just looked like...from where you were...I thought you were tied up, but then I saw that you weren't."

I turned bright red. I knew my mother was aware to a degree that I played these sorts of games, but she had certainly never witnessed them up close, and I couldn't help the feeling of being caught from giving me a jolt. I felt a little guilt, a little shame, and a little...excitement. I almost wished I had been tied up, as embarrassing as that would have been.

My mom brushed past my awkwardness and headed to fetch the pork. "Are you playing by yourself, Jeff?" she asked.

"Yeah," I mumbled back.

"Lost in your own world again?" she asked. This was pretty typical for me; I had a well-earned reputation for having my head in the clouds.

"Something like that."

"What are you playing this time?" Mom asked as she came out of the freezer room. One thing that was different about my mom from a lot of adults is when she asked a kid what they were doing, she was actually interested in hearing the answer.

"I'm...I'm fighting the Romans."

"That's so cool! Are you winning?" She probably meant this as a joke, but I seized upon the opportunity.

"Actually, no," I said.

"Oh dear," mom replied, smiling. "I hope the fight turns in your favor."

"Well, the fight's over now." I was trying to get to the point, but my heart was pounding.

"It is?" asked mom. "So what happened?"

"I'm a prisoner." There, I had said it. My whole body was rocking with conflicting emotions. I dreaded saying this out loud to my mother almost as much as I loved admitting it to her. For what felt like an eternity, the confession hung in the air between us. Then, Mom spoke at last.

"They captured you?" she asked. I felt like I could die. It gave me such a flutter every time someone referenced me getting captured or referred to me as a prisoner or a captive. The joy of that feeling rendered me more mute than a gag ever could, so all I was able to muster up in response was a nod of my head. "So I was right!" Mom continued. "You WERE tied up."

"Well," I stammered, "not really. I was just pretending. I can't really tie my own hands."

Mom laughed. "Do you want some help with that?"

I was floored. I had played TUGS with my younger sister, older brother, and my dad, but for some reason I had never thought about trying to do so with my mom. In fact, I'd never really even played active games with her, period. When we spent time together, we talked or read or played board games. Never anything like this. But I wasn't about to say no, so I blurted out "okay, sure!" I hoped I didn't sound too eager.

"I just have to put this pork upstairs," said Mom casually, as if this was the most normal conversation in the world. "Then I'll be back down."

I nodded and Mom went upstairs. As soon as she was out of sight, I pinched myself to make sure I wasnt dreaming, then put a hand to my heart to make sure it was still beating. And indeed it was. Very rapidly, as a matter of fact. I attempted to gather my wits and catch my breath. Was this really happening? Then the door to the basement opened again, and my question was answered.

My mom walked down the stairs, a gracious smile on her face, and a long, thick rope that I knew came from our garage in her hands.

"Okay," she said, "are you ready?"

Oh boy was I ever. "Mmhmm," was all I said.

"Alright then, turn around and put your hands behind your back," Mom ordered.

I quickly complied. Mom gently took hold of my hands and began to wrap the rope around my wrists with care and precision. I was absolutely in awe of this moment, giving myself over to the feeling. When she pulled the rope taut, binding my hands in place, I felt like I might burst.

"Hmm," she said. "There's still a bunch more rope."

"You could tie it around my arms," I stated instinctively.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

My mom took the excess rope and began to wrap it around my body, covering my arms at the elbow area. She also pulled this tight before tying it off. I was well and truly bound. And it was my mom who had bound me! This was incredible.

"Okay, you're all tied up!" declared my mom, giving me another wave of delight. "Now you're a proper prisoner."

I gulped. This was like a dream come true. There was just one more thing left. "Mom," I said.

"Yeah Jeff?"

"Could you gag me as well?"

Mom laughed a little. "Did the Romans gag their captives?"

I shrugged. "I don't know," I admitted, as my heart sank slightly.

"Don't worry," she said. "I won't tell dad." Dad was teaching me history at the time, so this joke was referencing that.

I gave her a weak smile and an even weaker thanks. She asked what I wanted her to use, and I directed her to a bandana that was sitting on a shelf down there (which I used to gag myself on occasion). Mom fetched it, and then told me to open up, which I did before she tied it in place.

Now that I was secured and gagged, I felt wonderful. To be bound and seen by someone I cared about so much, and who was not passing any sort of judgement on me, was the best feeling ever.

"Okay, I don't want to leave you like this," said Mom, "so I can either untie you now, or I can bring you with me. Nod if you want to stay like this."

I nodded.

"I thought so," she said, smiling. "Now come with me!"

Mom led my upstairs to the kitchen. I followed along, head hung as I attempted to wallow in the shame of captivity. It was somewhat hard to do, as I was simply delighted by this turn of events. I was marched into our family room where she sat me down on a couch and got out a book to read. Every once in awhile, she would glance over at me to make sure I was still doing alright, offering me a smile or a small laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

After about half an hour, she informed me that it was time to start cooking dinner, and she needed to untie me now. I was very disappointed that the experience was over, but delighted that it had happened. Once the ropes and gags were removed, I threw my arms around my mom.

"Thanks mom," I said.

"You're welcome," she said. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

I nodded.

"You really like being captured, don't you?" she asked with a small laugh.

I nodded again.

"You're a cool kid, Jeff," she said encouragingly. "Most boys your age want to be the hero, but you want to be a prisoner instead, and that awesome!"

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, getting captured is awesome," Mom said.

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Have you been captured before, mom?"

"All the time," she said. "When I was younger, of course. I have two brothers and two sisters and we often fought wars and kidnapped each other."

"That's so cool," I said.

"Of course," she continued, "as time went on, my sisters and I would gang up on our brothers."

"Did you tie them up too?" I asked.

"Of course!" Mom replied. "How do you think I got so good at it?"

I smiled. "You were really good at it."

"Thanks," said Mom. "It's good to know I've still got it."

"So you had fun, too?" I asked.

"Of course I did," she stated. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Really?" I asked, stunned.

"Yeah! You like being captured, right? And this way you don't have to pretend. Would you like that?"

This was a no-brainer. "I'd love that," I said.

[Snozzberry]

Great story Jeff. We need more stories like this I sure hope you plan on writing more. @Jeff K

I am going to have to find a Cohort of Roman Soldiers that can capture and deliver some slave prisoners to me.

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[HgtFt]

Thank you for sharing with us this adorable storie.

[milagros317]

Great story! I hope you will post more stories like it.

[tiedinbluetights]

Wonderful story @Jeff K It was a delight to read such an adorable story. Hope to see more of your stories.

[Jeff K]

Great story Jeff. We need more stories like this I sure hope you plan on writing more. @Jeff K

I am going to have to find a Cohort of Roman Soldiers that can capture and deliver some slave prisoners to me.

🖐🏛🏟🖐

Promises, promises

[Jeff K]

Thank you for sharing with us this adorable storie.

Thanks for reading!

[Jeff K]

Great story! I hope you will post more stories like it.

I hope so too

[Jeff K]

Wonderful story @Jeff K It was a delight to read such an adorable story. Hope to see more of your stories.

Thanks so much!

[Dpsiic]

Nice story Jeff, waiting for more

[Jeff K]

Nice story Jeff, waiting for more

Thanks!

[TiedAndTaped3D]

Another fun story. Was this the only time your Mom tied you up?

[Jeff K]

Another fun story. Was this the only time your Mom tied you up?

Nope! Thankfully there were others, which I will share down the line.

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

I loved this story! Great job writing and thanks for sharing!

[JadeAnn]

Amazing to think that is a real story. I would have loved to play Roman Empire with you. I would have been the emperor and crucify you with ropes

[Jeff K]

I loved this story! Great job writing and thanks for sharing!

Thanks! I appreciate it!

[Jeff K]

Amazing to think that is a real story. I would have loved to play Roman Empire with you. I would have been the emperor and crucify you with ropes

I would love that so much

[Nainur]

very lovely read!
Reminds me of the "good old times"-stories, mostly in the archives now. Thanks for writing and posting.

[Bondageboi]

I hope there are more stories of Jeff and his mum.

[Redman]

Thank you for sharing yet another awesome memory!

[copperfox]

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[copperfox]

Great story and writing as always @Jeff K! I really love the interaction that you had with your family. Not only did your mom understand you and your interest in being tied up, but was absolutely willing to engage in the fun as well. Seems like you didn’t haven’t a dull moment growing up as a kid in your house.

I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I really find this type of interaction between family members to be incredibly heartwarming. There has to be a special bond when sharing something like this that’s so uniquely personal with complete trust and without fear of judgement. Absolute kudos to your family for the love and support they showed!

Again, thanks for writing. Please continue to share more of your adventures!

[shyguy92]

The Romans did often gag their prisoners, as a matter of fact. No shouting defiance at the cheering crowds. Rome won and they're going to REALLY rub it in.

Though they weren't completely systematic about it, either. Depends on who you were, how the war went, and the general who captured you (or later his emperor.)

*takes off history hat*

[Canuck100]

This was such a great and fun read! I hope you’ll tell us about your other tie up experiences, with your mother and others? And potentially your mother’s stories too, if she ever shared the fine details of them with you!

[Jeff K]

Great story and writing as always @Jeff K! I really love the interaction that you had with your family. Not only did your mom understand you and your interest in being tied up, but was absolutely willing to engage in the fun as well. Seems like you didn’t haven’t a dull moment growing up as a kid in your house.

I’ve probably mentioned it before, but I really find this type of interaction between family members to be incredibly heartwarming. There has to be a special bond when sharing something like this that’s so uniquely personal with complete trust and without fear of judgement. Absolute kudos to your family for the love and support they showed!

Again, thanks for writing. Please continue to share more of your adventures!

Thanks! I definitely plan to!