Caught playing TUGs (F/m)
Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2025 8:40 am
Self bondage; bare feet; adult women’s feet; boy tied up by older women . All my fantasies and fetishes, all consensual and no sex, we’re British.
In the quiet solitude of a suburban Saturday morning, Timmy, a lanky 11-year-old with a penchant for adventure, found himself in a peculiar situation. His curiosity had led him to a new hobby, one that he thought was as thrilling as the action heroes in his favorite comic books. Self-bondage was his secret weekend pastime, a daring escape from the monotony of school and chores.
The living room floor was a tangled web of ropes and tape as Timmy lay there, his wrists and ankles bound tightly. He had meticulously studied YouTube tutorials, ensuring that the knots were complex enough to challenge him, yet not so intricate that he couldn't untie them. His heart raced as he tested his restraints, a grin stretching across his freckled face. His mouth was stuffed with a clean white sock from his draw and covered with red tape, wrapped three or four times round hus head.
Just as he was about to begin his escape attempt, the unmistakable sound of the front door creaked open. Panic surged through him as he realized it was his Aunt Jenny, who had a key and often dropped by unannounced to check on him when his mum was at work. "Timmy, are you home?" she called out.
Timmy's mind raced as he struggled against his bindings. "Oh no," he murmured, his voice muffled by the gag. Aunt Jenny's footsteps grew louder, her high heels echoing through the hallway. He squirmed and tried to call out, but all that emerged was a series of muffled squeaks.
Jenny, a tall and slender woman with auburn hair and a penchant for wearing short skirts and heels even at weekends, poked her head into the living room. She froze, her eyes widening at the sight of her young nephew trussed up like an oven ready turkey. For a moment, they stared at each other, Timmy's eyes pleading and Jenny's a mix of shock and bewilderment.
Her initial shock giving way to concern, Jenny approached him. "What on earth are you doing?" she exclaimed. Timmy's cheeks burned red, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for a way to explain his predicament. The silence grew thick with tension as she took in the scene, the ropes and tape laid out in a pattern that told this was self inflicted.
Suddenly a grin broke out in her face. “Youve tied yourself up haven’t you? OK. Lets see you escape.” With that she kicked off her heels, revealing her crimson painted toenails inside sheer black stockings, and sat on the sofa sideways, swinging her legs up.
She watched with a bemused smile as Timmy wriggled and squirmed. He was dressed in his school football kit, a pair of white shorts with red polysester t-shirt top and his bare feet kicked and flexed as he tried to inch closer to the sofa, crawling on his tummy. The sight of his aunt's toes wiggling on the sofa filled him with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
After aboutbfive minutes, Timmy managed to work one hand free. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the knot around his other wrist. His heart thundered in his chest as he felt the tension begin to give way. With a final tug, the rope loosened and his arm fell to the floor with a thud. Aunt Jenny clapped her hands together, her nails clacking. "Good job," she said, leaning in closer. "Now, the ankles."
Timmy rolled over onto his back, sat up and began to work on the knots that bound his ankles. The rope was taut against his skin, but he was determined not to let this setback ruin his fun. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back as he fidgeted with the ropes, the sound of his own breathing amplified in his ears. The smell of his exertions mingled with the faint smell of Aunt Jenny's perfume as she watched him with amusement from the sofa.
Finally, with a gasp of victory, the last knot came loose and the rope fell away. He reached behind his head and began to peel his gag off. “Free!” He shouted as he spat the sock out.
“Very good.” She grinned. You did a good job at tying yourself up.”
“Thank you.” He blushed, nis eyes still wandering to Jenny’s toes.
“Have you ever been tied up by someone else?”
“No.” He said apprehensively.
“Would you like to try?”
His eyes fell to the floor. “Yes.” He almost whispered.
"Well then, let's see if you can get out of this," she said, leaning over and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Her touch was firm but gentle, sending a shiver down his spine. Jenny picked up the discarded rope and set to work, her nimble fingers weaving around his wrists and elbows with surprising dexterity. Timmy felt the rope tighten as she pulled it through the loop she had made, binding him in a way that was somehow both more secure and more comfortable than his own clumsy attempts.
"I’m going to,put you isn a hogtie," she explained matter-of-factly, as she moved down to his ankles. "It's a strict position, but don't worry, I'll go easy on you." The rope bit into his flesh as she cinched the knots, but the pressure was strangely comforting, the feeling of being completely at her mercy both terrifying and thrilling.
She tied his legs together ropes below his knees then, with a final tug, she connected the rope from his wrists to his ankles, forcing his body into a tight arch. "There we go," she said with satisfaction, her voice low and soothing. "Now, for the gag.”
She took the sockmfrom the floor and eased it into his mouth before sealing it in place with four pieces of tape. She placed her black nylon covered feet flatt on the floor just infrintbif his face and gave her toes a little wiggle as she sat back to watch him struggle.
Timmy's eyes grew wide with both surprise and excitement. He had freamed of being tied jp,for years and when his mum had started keaving him alone aftervschool, or on Saturday mornings, he had begun to experiment tying himself up, but he had never been tied up by another person, let alone an adult. He felt in in such a vulnerable position, barefoot and trussed up. Moreover, he was staring straight at his aunts feet. He could feel the heat from her skin and smell the faint scent of sweat from her toes, which sent a strange tingle down his spine.
Jenny wiggled her toes.
Timmy felt a tingke in the pit of his stomach as he stared at his aunt's bare toes peeking out through her nylons. The sheer material clung to her skin, revealing the curve of each digit. He had never noticed how... interesting they looked before. The urge to touch them was overwhelming, but he was bound and gagged, unable to act on his curiosity.
"Come on," Aunt Jenny said, her voice playfully stern, "you're supposed to be escaping, not just staring at my toes." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she watched him, clearly enjoying the embarrasment she caused him as she wiggled her toes again. Timmy nodded his understanding, his mind racing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He began to squirm and struggle against his restraints, his bare feet wiggling in the air.
“If younare going to escape , i’m goingbto have to stop,youngettingbdistracted by my feet.”
Jenny reached into her bag and pulled out a black satin scarf, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Timmy felt a mix of fear and excitement as the soft material brushed against his face. She tied it securely behind his head, plunging him into darkness. His senses heightened, he could hear every rustle of her stockings as she moved around him, the scent of her perfume grew stronger as her toes moved closer.
“I’ll give you fifteen minutes to escape, then think of the punishmet if you don’t escape.” She said with a teasing voice.
In the quiet solitude of a suburban Saturday morning, Timmy, a lanky 11-year-old with a penchant for adventure, found himself in a peculiar situation. His curiosity had led him to a new hobby, one that he thought was as thrilling as the action heroes in his favorite comic books. Self-bondage was his secret weekend pastime, a daring escape from the monotony of school and chores.
The living room floor was a tangled web of ropes and tape as Timmy lay there, his wrists and ankles bound tightly. He had meticulously studied YouTube tutorials, ensuring that the knots were complex enough to challenge him, yet not so intricate that he couldn't untie them. His heart raced as he tested his restraints, a grin stretching across his freckled face. His mouth was stuffed with a clean white sock from his draw and covered with red tape, wrapped three or four times round hus head.
Just as he was about to begin his escape attempt, the unmistakable sound of the front door creaked open. Panic surged through him as he realized it was his Aunt Jenny, who had a key and often dropped by unannounced to check on him when his mum was at work. "Timmy, are you home?" she called out.
Timmy's mind raced as he struggled against his bindings. "Oh no," he murmured, his voice muffled by the gag. Aunt Jenny's footsteps grew louder, her high heels echoing through the hallway. He squirmed and tried to call out, but all that emerged was a series of muffled squeaks.
Jenny, a tall and slender woman with auburn hair and a penchant for wearing short skirts and heels even at weekends, poked her head into the living room. She froze, her eyes widening at the sight of her young nephew trussed up like an oven ready turkey. For a moment, they stared at each other, Timmy's eyes pleading and Jenny's a mix of shock and bewilderment.
Her initial shock giving way to concern, Jenny approached him. "What on earth are you doing?" she exclaimed. Timmy's cheeks burned red, his eyes darted around the room as if searching for a way to explain his predicament. The silence grew thick with tension as she took in the scene, the ropes and tape laid out in a pattern that told this was self inflicted.
Suddenly a grin broke out in her face. “Youve tied yourself up haven’t you? OK. Lets see you escape.” With that she kicked off her heels, revealing her crimson painted toenails inside sheer black stockings, and sat on the sofa sideways, swinging her legs up.
She watched with a bemused smile as Timmy wriggled and squirmed. He was dressed in his school football kit, a pair of white shorts with red polysester t-shirt top and his bare feet kicked and flexed as he tried to inch closer to the sofa, crawling on his tummy. The sight of his aunt's toes wiggling on the sofa filled him with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
After aboutbfive minutes, Timmy managed to work one hand free. He took a deep breath and focused his attention on the knot around his other wrist. His heart thundered in his chest as he felt the tension begin to give way. With a final tug, the rope loosened and his arm fell to the floor with a thud. Aunt Jenny clapped her hands together, her nails clacking. "Good job," she said, leaning in closer. "Now, the ankles."
Timmy rolled over onto his back, sat up and began to work on the knots that bound his ankles. The rope was taut against his skin, but he was determined not to let this setback ruin his fun. He could feel the sweat trickling down his back as he fidgeted with the ropes, the sound of his own breathing amplified in his ears. The smell of his exertions mingled with the faint smell of Aunt Jenny's perfume as she watched him with amusement from the sofa.
Finally, with a gasp of victory, the last knot came loose and the rope fell away. He reached behind his head and began to peel his gag off. “Free!” He shouted as he spat the sock out.
“Very good.” She grinned. You did a good job at tying yourself up.”
“Thank you.” He blushed, nis eyes still wandering to Jenny’s toes.
“Have you ever been tied up by someone else?”
“No.” He said apprehensively.
“Would you like to try?”
His eyes fell to the floor. “Yes.” He almost whispered.
"Well then, let's see if you can get out of this," she said, leaning over and placing a hand on his shoulder.
Her touch was firm but gentle, sending a shiver down his spine. Jenny picked up the discarded rope and set to work, her nimble fingers weaving around his wrists and elbows with surprising dexterity. Timmy felt the rope tighten as she pulled it through the loop she had made, binding him in a way that was somehow both more secure and more comfortable than his own clumsy attempts.
"I’m going to,put you isn a hogtie," she explained matter-of-factly, as she moved down to his ankles. "It's a strict position, but don't worry, I'll go easy on you." The rope bit into his flesh as she cinched the knots, but the pressure was strangely comforting, the feeling of being completely at her mercy both terrifying and thrilling.
She tied his legs together ropes below his knees then, with a final tug, she connected the rope from his wrists to his ankles, forcing his body into a tight arch. "There we go," she said with satisfaction, her voice low and soothing. "Now, for the gag.”
She took the sockmfrom the floor and eased it into his mouth before sealing it in place with four pieces of tape. She placed her black nylon covered feet flatt on the floor just infrintbif his face and gave her toes a little wiggle as she sat back to watch him struggle.
Timmy's eyes grew wide with both surprise and excitement. He had freamed of being tied jp,for years and when his mum had started keaving him alone aftervschool, or on Saturday mornings, he had begun to experiment tying himself up, but he had never been tied up by another person, let alone an adult. He felt in in such a vulnerable position, barefoot and trussed up. Moreover, he was staring straight at his aunts feet. He could feel the heat from her skin and smell the faint scent of sweat from her toes, which sent a strange tingle down his spine.
Jenny wiggled her toes.
Timmy felt a tingke in the pit of his stomach as he stared at his aunt's bare toes peeking out through her nylons. The sheer material clung to her skin, revealing the curve of each digit. He had never noticed how... interesting they looked before. The urge to touch them was overwhelming, but he was bound and gagged, unable to act on his curiosity.
"Come on," Aunt Jenny said, her voice playfully stern, "you're supposed to be escaping, not just staring at my toes." Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she watched him, clearly enjoying the embarrasment she caused him as she wiggled her toes again. Timmy nodded his understanding, his mind racing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He began to squirm and struggle against his restraints, his bare feet wiggling in the air.
“If younare going to escape , i’m goingbto have to stop,youngettingbdistracted by my feet.”
Jenny reached into her bag and pulled out a black satin scarf, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Timmy felt a mix of fear and excitement as the soft material brushed against his face. She tied it securely behind his head, plunging him into darkness. His senses heightened, he could hear every rustle of her stockings as she moved around him, the scent of her perfume grew stronger as her toes moved closer.
“I’ll give you fifteen minutes to escape, then think of the punishmet if you don’t escape.” She said with a teasing voice.
Timmy deserves a Toe Show, escape Timmy escape 
