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Hello everyone, as I am sure it's not a shock to some people here, I have a thing for Mom/Milf bondage and so on, I have for many years although I can't say for sure when that began. Just something about a pretty Mom bound and gagged and helpless is such a thrill to me and is often on my mind when I have bondage on the mind. So, when I found out my own had her own experience I was VERY intrigued, needles to say. Mom was bound and gagged by her sister. Here's what happened based on what I was told.
A few summers ago Mom went to Florida to visit my aunt for about a week, I didn't go because of work, but I didn't really care at the time. I don't know which night is was but apparently their plan was to go out drinking or something but there was a bad rain storm so they staid in and drank instead. Both of them act pretty bubbly and "goofy" when their tipsy so I guess at some point they started roughhousing and my Aunt grabbed a roll of duct tape and pounced on my Mom. She taped up her ankles and hands, and then her mouth. She was left like that for about 30 minutes ish and my Aunt just gawked at her and teased/tickled her a bit. After awhile she let her go and that was about the end of it. They just kinda hung out for the rest of the night, without incident.
When Mom got back and she told me what happened I was speechless. As far as I know she doesn't know about this side of me and it was stuck in my head for ages after the fact, it was a wild story to hear from her. I was SOO curious and wanted to go deeper but was too chicken because I didn't want her to know. What was really interesting to me was the fact that didn't seem angry about it at all, even after it initially happened. She didn't seem excited when she told me either, but still. I asked if it made her mad and she just kinda shrugged and said, "no not really". Of all the bondage fantasies I've had, the fact that my Mom was bound and gagged has always staid with me since then, and my imagination and internal questions took off. Why did my Aunt do that? Why was Mom tied for that long? Why was she not mad and what does that mean? What would have happened if someone saw or came over? I know it could sound like a lot for a brain but it does make me VERY curious. What do you all think. (I posted this on the old profile and loved chatting with people about it)

That evening
after my first day at work, I unlocked the front door to be welcomed by Alex,
saying, "Don't utter a word, I have a surprise for you. Get your clothes off and
let me tighten your laces. I am sure they have loosened during the day."
I had to strip
there and then just inside the front door. Alex attached a heavy chain to my
collar, which he connected to something above me. He manacled my wrists. "Hold
your mouth wide open." I did as I was told. A ball was forced behind my teeth,
attached to a strap that was fastened at the back of my head. He then proceeded
to take all the slack out of my laces, continuing until I could hardly breathe.
I was unable to protest, only grunt.
"Just walk along
to the kitchen." I looked round to see if he had unchained me, then I noticed he
had attached the chain to a pulley running along the ceiling. So that is what he
had been doing while I have been at work. The crafty sod. "These rails run
throughout the house, you are chained to a motorised unit that I can control by
this box, I can shorten or lengthen the chain, I can also set it to restrict you
to certain parts of the house. You will be chained to this rail at all times
while you are in the house; I might add, with no exceptions except when
showering. Even this will be overcome—I have ordered a metal collar to replace
the leather one."
The motor above
me hummed, and I was being led at a very slow pace into the kitchen by the
chain. I was unable to resist its pull. The chain directed me to a position by
the table; it did not allow me to sit down. Looking up I could see where I would
be channeled. A single rail entered the door which then split into three: one to
the sink, one to the cooker and one ended where I was now. It looked like a
railway system fixed upside down on the ceiling.
Standing there in
my very tight-laced corset, gagged and chained to the ceiling seemed bizarre.
After the initial shock, I was warming to the idea of my movements being
controlled within the house, although I was not sure about the ball in my mouth.
It certainly made me feel pleasantly vulnerable.
"I know you are
incapable of speech, just nod in answer. How do you like my new system?" I
shrugged my shoulders. "You will get used to it in time. Is your corset tight
enough?" 
I nodded an
emphatic 'yes.' How could I tell him it was too tight. 
"Good. This is
the first time I have been able to completely close the edges. I will order a
new corset with two inches smaller at the waist, with certain modifications. Did
your boss approve of how you were dressed?" 
Alex repositioned
my arms in front of me. The chain tightened, pulling me towards the sink, then
lengthened to allow more movement. "Right, you get on with the vegetables and I
will see to the meat."
During the meal I
had been relieved of the gag, but was warned not to talk, which frustrated me; I
was longing to tell him all about my day. I ate very little, not wanting to
cause any further discomfort while the corset was so tight. The gag was
replaced, Alex punched his controller, I was forcibly raised from my chair and
directed to the sink again. "I will give you a set time to wash up, then you
will be automatically brought through to the lounge.”
After what seemed
a long time at the sink, I was pulled extremely slowly towards the lounge. It
must have taken ten minutes. I was directed in front of my chair, but the chain
did not lengthen to allow me to sit down. Alex was not in the room. A whole hour
passed before he appeared. 
"I am sorry
darling, I was working on the PC in the study and lost the track of time," Alex
said as he repositioned my hands behind my back. He lowered the chain so that I
could sit down at last.
That night, once
being released from the tight restrictions of corset, was sheer bliss and the
lovemaking wonderful. My predictions of improving our sex was certainly paying
off and was worth all the discomfort and embarrassment. We talked late into the
night. Alex explained that this would be the only time I would be allowed to
talk in our home, although I did mention the ball gag was uncomfortable, but
accepted I would have to wear it.
The weeks went
by, and we were both enjoying my corseting and bondage to the fullest.
One Saturday
morning, a parcel arrived in the post. Alex said this would be my new corset and
collar. Without a word, he pressed the keys on his controller and I was led by
the chain to the bedroom, where I was forced to stand in the centre of the room
while Alex inspected his new purchases downstairs.
"I see you are
still here," he said mischievously, entering the bedroom. "Let's remove your old
corset and fit you with the new one."
It was in
gorgeous gold leather and smelt wonderful. It was easier to put on as it could
be opened at the front. Alex began lacing the back, and I realised it was a
below-the-bust style with detachable platforms to support my bare breasts. As
the laces were tightened further, my breasts rose steadily higher, until they
were almost at shoulder height. I was amazed how far they protruded in front of
me. I could not make any comment, as I was still ball-gagged.
"There, what a
figure!" said Alex with pride. "Next comes the metal collar, It is styled the
same as the dog's collar, with studs, name plate, D-rings and padlock, all made
in solid silver. The collar is hinged at the back, with the padlock positioned
at the front. As I close it I am coating the ends with super glue, and the same
with the padlock, so now you will not be able to remove it, nor will I."
"There is just
one more item," he said as he went out of the door. He returned with a long
steel bar with two 6" bars welded at right angles. This he then proceeded to fit
to the motorised unit, replacing the chain. I was backed up to the bar. "I am
attaching the D-ring at the back of the collar to the top short horizontal bar.
The lower horizontal bar is attached to a D-ring sewn into your corset at waist
level. The bottom of the vertical bar has a chain welded to it, this chain comes
between your legs, like this, to the front of you. You will not need the
handcuffs anymore, just bring your arms to the front and I will fit these padded
leather wrist cuffs." The D-rings on the cuffs were connected to a spacer bar
about a foot long, the middle of which connected to the chain between my legs.
This was long enough to enable me to raise my arms just above my waist. "I need
not unshackle your wrists when you have to do the chores. It may be difficult,
but I am sure you will manage somehow. I was also concerned that you might faint
when I lace you more tightly. By this method it will be impossible for you to
fall over. Try it out for the rest of the day. I will disable my remote control
and give you freedom of the house, but remember the bar only allows you to
travel directly under the rails."
What a position
to get oneself into. I was fixed to a metal rod, unable to bend and silenced.
While Alex worked in his study, I amused myself by exploring where I was
permitted to walk, finding out where all the tracks would lead me. I had to be
careful when passing any of the front windows for fear of somebody looking in
and seeing a woman with large naked boobs bouncing up and down on their
corset-platforms. After a while I tired of this game; trying to sit down, the
vertical bar prevented me. I was stopped from going to the study, as the pulley
would not go beyond a certain point; it locked. I could not go backwards or
forwards. The gag prevented me from calling out. Tears just welled up. I must
have stayed in the middle of the hall for at least two hours before Alex emerged
from his study.
"Sorry Tanya, you
must have been stuck in the hall for ages," he said as he wiped my eyes, hugging
me and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I should have told you that the study is
out-of-bounds, and if you attempt to enter, the motorised unit automatically
locks."
That night, free
from the restricting corset and gag, the metal bar replaced by the chain, I
complained to Alex that I was not happy being gagged, preventing me calling out
when I got into trouble. "What if I was on my own? Also, the chain between my
legs makes it very uncomfortable to sit down. It digs into my bare buttocks."
"You will get
used to it in time. Are you happy with your lot otherwise?"
"Oh yes. I love
the tight-lacing and the control you have over me and want to carry on," I said
sleepily. It was a tiring day.

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TK Story: Jennifer's Medical Exam (F/F - FF/F)
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Enough of the legal mumbo jumbo, enjoy the story!!!! Jennifer's Medical Exam By: Ticklemaster Ticklema...@hotmail.com Http:n/a Jennifer was at her apartment, filling out collage forms, which begins 2 weeks later. Jennifer is a very pretty 19 yr old girl with long flawless brown hair, as well as a very warm and caring personality. Jennifer saw that one of the forms required her to have a complete medical exam within the past 12 months. Jennifer's last medical exam was about 18 months ago, so she would need to have another physical for collage. She called her local doctor and was told that with a recent and serious flu epidemic, he was quite busy and could not see her for 3 weeks, unless she herself, had taken ill. She called doctor after doctor and was told the same thing. Out of desperation, she called her old child-hood doctor, Dr Karen Morris. The receptionist she spoke to said that Dr Morris generally worked with adolescents, but she remembered Jennifer quite well and would love to see her again, and made an appointment for that afternoon and advised Jennifer to bring her collage forms, medical records, and insurance with her. Jennifer spent the rest of the morning filling out the forms and got a quick shower and ate a sandwich on the way to the doctor's office. Luckily, the traffic was not as bad as Jennifer had anticipated and arrived at the office a few minutes early. She parked her car and went inside and filled out the patient forms at the receptionist window and sat down, thumbing thru one of the office magazines and about 5 minutes later, a nurse called her name and escorted her to a back room and took her height, weight, and blood pressure. "Ok, baby", the nurse said, "I am going to take your temperature now". The nurse pulled out a rather large thermometer and Jennifer said "How is that thing going to fit under my tongue"?. The nurse said "Sorry sweetie, but that's not how we do it here, and you know that". Jennifer did know that, and she had it done that way before, but she is older now and insisted that the nurse do it another way, but the nurse was not about to budge. "Ok", the nurse said in a commanding tone, "Be a good girl and step out of your jeans for me and you can hold on to the rail, if you need to". Jennifer pulled down her denim blue jeans and kicked them off and took a deep breath and held on to the rail. She could feel the nurse as she pulled her panties down around her ankles and saw her lubricate the thermometer and then she spread Jennifer's butt-cheeks apart and Jennifer winced and whimpered slightly as the nurse slid in the thermometer. She held it in place for a few minutes, which to Jennifer seemed like a few hours then removed it and checked the temperature and said "So far so good. You can get dressed now and follow me". Jennifer pulled her panties back up and put on her jeans and followed the nurse to an examining room. "The doctor will be here in a few minutes", the nurse said, "so go ahead and un-dress down to your bra and panties". Jennifer took off her denim blue jeans, shirt and shoes, neatly laying them on an empty chair, leaving only her bra and panties on. Jennifer studies some of the doctor's degrees and credentials that adorned the wall. She was studying a plastic model of a skeleton that was in a corner when the doctor walked in. "Scary, isn't it", the doctor asked. "Yeah", Jennifer giggled, perfect for Halloween. Dr. Karen Morris or "Dr. K", as she was affectionately known at the clinic was Jennifer's doctor when she was a little girl up thru her adolescence. Time and mother nature was very kind to Dr. K, as she was about 45 years old, but could very easily pass for late 20s- to early 30s. They made small talk about her life and plans during and after collage. "Well", Dr. K said, "I see that you are here for your collage physical exam. There are some new tests that we have to administer, so this may take longer than you have anticipated". Jennifer asked, "Why will this need to take longer"? Dr. K looked up from the medical chart she was reading and said "It's nothing for you to be worried about. It's just these collage physical exams get more and more detailed every year it seems. These tests are designed to make sure you can handle the stress and rigors of collage". Jennifer seemed to accept that answer. "OK, now", the doctor said, "no sense in taking any longer than needed, so why not get started". Jennifer replied, "Sounds good, Dr. K". The doctor had Jennifer climb up on the exam table where she took her pulse and peered into her eyes and ears with a little light and tested her reflexes with a small rubber mallet and noted the reactions. The doctor instructed Jennifer to remove her bra and lie down on the examining table. Jennifer hesitated and Dr, K said "There's no need to be embarrassed. I have seen you many times before and have seen my share of young women, so go ahead and remove your bra and lie down for me". Jennifer un-fastened her bra and lied down as Dr K listened to her heart and breathing and gave her a very thorough breast exam. Then Dr K. felt and pressed around Jennifer's tummy, ribs and abdomen area and Jennifer burst out with laughter and almost jumped right off the table HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Then the doctor had Jennifer raise up and Jennifer could feel the doctor slide her hands inside Jennifer's silk panties and pulled them down to her ankles and pressed and felt around Jennifer's thighs and pussy areas. Jennifer had to bite her lips to keep from laughing as she did not want anybody to know that she was extremely ticklish "down there". "OK Jennifer", the doctor said, "We are all finished here. Go ahead and put your clothes back on and follow me". Jennifer got dressed and followed the doctor down a maze of hallways and corridors and arrived at a larger examining room, complete with a cushioned exam table with leather straps and cuffs. The doctor escorted Jennifer inside who looked at the table with a confused look. The doctor instructed Jennifer to completely and totally undress and to lie down on the table. Jennifer was confused, but did so. The doctor told Jennifer to stretch her arms behind her, as far as she could. The doctor strapped down her arms and locked her wrists tightly in a leather cuff, but not so tight that it cut off the circulation. The doctor then strapped down Jennifer's legs and tightly locked her ankles in a leather cuff. Jennifer had a look of fear and said "What kind of test is this"? The doctor strapped Jennifer down some more, making her completely immobilized and the only movement she could make was to wiggle her fingers and toes and said, "Jennifer this is a tickle test. Collage can be a very stressful period and any stress you have now, will have to be tickled out of you". Jennifer was panicked, for s
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