TINA, Part 2 This was an incredible situation. Here I was tied to a tree in my backyard. That wasn't all that unusual, but it was my mother who had tied me. Not only had she tied me, but she had used special leather cuffs. Now I might be naive, but even I had to know she hadn't run down to the corner store and bought them while I'd been changing into leotards and tights. And that was also something: she told me what to wear. And she had tied up my boobs. After my mother left me in my ropes, I was just too confused to experience anything for several minutes. And then the ropes on my boobs began to take effect. Whenever I shifted in my ropes, the ropes on my boobs sawed my skin. This had the effect of pulling on my boobs and very quickly I began to experience a warm feeling, a wet feeling between my legs. I had never had that feeling before, at least not quite in this way. I looked up at the leather cuffs on my wrists. Clearly, these were well used. It was no use ignoring it: my parents used these. But who was tied? And then I remembered the hooks on my parents' bed. I was about to phrase a question in my mind when my first ever orgasm over took me. It was beyond belief. Since then, I've had many orgasms in bondage, but I can truthfully say this was very powerful. As I withered in my ropes, the waves of pleasure continued to wash over me. Bells clanged, whistles blew, and then I blacked out. When I came to, I was hanging limply. I didn't know what had happened but I reasoned that I had crossed over to a new level of experience. After several minutes, I got both my feet under me and shifted in my ropes. Right away, I felt the warm feeling building again between my legs, so I twisted some more. At last I made the connection: the ropes on my boobs were the trigger. I decided to test my conclusion and, boom, another orgasm. This wasn't quite as intense, but it was extremely pleasurable, all the same. It took me longer to recover this time. But when I did, I was a far wiser young woman. I finally knew what it was about being tied up that drew me to it. Obviously, being tied up was no longer to be viewed as a childhood game or something you did just for want of something else to do. A question then popped into my mind: which of my friends knew or suspected? Of all of them, I thought Natasha was probably the most likely to know. Which then got me to thinking about her little game. She was beaten regularly. Did she get her kicks from being beaten the way I did from being tied up? Obviously, I had to pursue that question. It was at this point that my mother returned. "Enjoying yourself?" she said archly. I only grinned. "Sure am. I learned a lot too." My mother raised a questioning eyebrow so I continued. "These cuffs, for instance. They're not new." She nodded. "Go on." "And these ropes across my breasts. They were very, shall we say, strategically placed." She grinned broadly, "Oh, you had a cum." Perplexed, I said, "A what?" "A cum, an orgasm. You had a sexual completion. How was it Tina?" I blushed, and then when she snorted her impatience, I said, "It was, er, great." For a long moment, my mother just stood there and smiled at me. Then she said, "Well, enjoy yourself. I'll be back in an hour." The next day, when my friends returned, they were all agog trying tell me all they had done. Of course I was excited for them, but there was something different. I too had had an experience, but I chose not to tell them, at least not then. Besides, mine would keep and they were simply being the good friends they always had been. But out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Natasha eyeing me speculatively. When our eyes locked, I read the question and nodded. She smiled. Almost a week went by before mom and I had a chance to sit and talk. "Tina," she began, "you learned a lot last week. And I won't insult you by treating you childishly. Your father and I engage in what is called love bondage." I interrupted, "What's bondage?" She blinked, and then chuckled, "That, my darling daughter, is what is done when you're tied up. It's called bondage." "I never heard of it," I said. "Is it used in polite company?" Mother laughed, "Well, yes, but most people don't understand it. Anyhow, your father and I take turns tieing each other, although recently, I've been the one tied more often than not." "Do you use it when you make love?" I asked. She nodded, "Sometimes, but there are many times when I'm tied but there is no sex." "Why are you telling me this?" "Well, Tina, I mentioned to your father about finding you pegged out in the backyard. We wondered if there had been something we had done, you know, left the bedroom door open or something like that. But then we concluded you learned by yourself." "So why admit your involvement?" I asked. "Good question. The answer is that now that you are aware, we want to pass along to you what it took us years to learn. Of course, you must understand that it'll be just you and me; and, while you might get a cum occasionally, it won't be induced by me. In other words, there will be no incest. Okay?" I nodded, "Well, yes, I guess so, but what does it all mean?" She smiled, "Who knows? Who cares? You already knew you enjoyed bondage. What you experienced last week probably did not make you want to stop it. So why ask questions?" Worriedly, I hastened to say, "Mom, I'm real glad you and daddy decided to share with me. It's just that I do like it but I want to know why I like it and the others don't." "How do you know the others don't?" she asked. Stumped for a moment, I stammered, "Well, I guess I just sort of thought because they tie me all the time......" "Oh, Tina," my mother began, "being tied is only half of bondage; someone has to do the tieing. Can't you see that someone who cares enough to tie someone who enjoys being tied is someone who might enjoy the action also?" What she said made sense, but I pushed on, "But aren't there people who like to tie up women and the women don't want to be tied?" She nodded, "Sure there are, just as there are women who are shrews, husbands and wives who cheat, and all sort of other unpleasant things. Just because some people abuse a thing, doesn't make the thing itself bad." So I asked, "Do you enjoy being tied Mother?" She blinked, then blushed and nodded, "Very much. I had some of the same experiences you have had, but it was your father who introduced me to love bondage. I thrive on it. I accept those who think it is deviant behavior but I will not give it up." We sat for several moments, then mom asked, "You want to be tied up?" "Right now?" I asked, "but it's raining." Mom laughed, "You don't always have to be tied outside. Go on up to your room and I'll be there in a moment." So I went to my room. In a jiffy, mom came in with several pieces of rope and some other things I couldn't make out. "Just lay on your bed, face up," she said, and when I had done so, she sat beside me, took my right wrist and began to wrap rope around it. After about four turns, she tied it, leaving a long tail. She did the same to my left wrist. Then, moving to the foot of the bed, she did the same with each of my ankles. She then quickly secured my ankles and wrists to the four corners of my bed. I was familiar with this tie, so I wasn't alarmed about not being able to handle it. "How's that?" mother asked, stepping back and admiring her work. "Well," I said, "it's just like being pegged out in the backyard, except it's softer." She frowned as I said that, and then said, "You're right. Well, I can't stretch you on this bed as it's too small. Here, let's untie you and then you can turn over." When she did, and I had turned over, she brought my hands behind my back and tied them together. She then tied my feet together and pulled them up and back against my buttocks where she used another rope to tie my feet to my wrists. "And what do you think of that?" she asked. This was definetly an altogether different experience. My body was secured and it was pulling against itself. Yet, even as I considered, I began to experience that wet feeling between my legs. "It's definetly different," I managed to say with some strain. "I've never been in anything like this before." "It's called a hog-tie, Tina," my mother said. There was silence for a couple minutes as I endeavored to accustom myself to this new bondage. "Too much?" mother asked with some concern. "Nooo, I can handle it," I said. Then I asked, "Are you tied this way?" She chuckled, "It's one of my favorites, although I usually am almost all nude and I almost always wear a crotch rope." "Almost nude?" I asked. "Yeah," she replied, somewhat reluctantly, as if she had said more than she had wanted to say. I interrupted, "I'm sorry mom. Don't answer. It's none of my business anyway." "No, no problem. What I meant to say I frequently wear boots and gloves when I'm tied." "And nothing else?" I giggled. Mom swatted my behind, saying, "Yes, smarty pants, nothing else. At least nothing else that would cover." This confused me, but the feeling in my crotch was building and I decided to concentrate on that. I had a cum. It was an incredible experience. Contrary to the first time, this time I couldn't move at all. All I could do was pant and say 'ngh,' 'ngh,' 'ngh.' After I came back to earth, mom asked, "Was it good?" I smiled lazily and nodded, so she continued, "Now you just stay there for a while and let yourself feel some really tight bondage." Well, I'm here to tell you I really did feel that hog-tie. I kept experiencing a need to straighten out my legs, but, of course, I couldn't do so. I didn't have any more cums but I enjoyed my feeling of helplessness. Mom returned eventually (an hour later, I learned) and asked if I wanted to be untied. "No, not just yet. I like this," I replied. "Oh you do, do you? Well," continued my mother, "I didn't come to release you from bondage, just to change your position." I brightened, "Well, you have more experience than I. I'll put myself in your hands." I was untied but the ropes were not removed from my wrists or ankles; and, after a few minutes of stretching, Mom led me to her room. She opened the double folding doors of her closet and immediately I noticed something I hadn't noticed before: there were hooks in the upper corners and in the lower corners. Mom put four large books on the floor in the doorway of the closet, mid-way between the edges of the doorway. She then had me stand on the books. She then pointed to the upper corners. I nodded and held up my arms. She motioned for me to stand on my tiptoes and to reach for the corners. First one wrist, and then the other, was secured tightly to the corners. I had a little trouble balancing, but I managed. Then, kneeling, she ran the ropes from my ankles through the hooks, after which she said, "Brace yourself," and she jerked both ropes. This pulled my legs apart, off the books and threw all my weight on my wrists. I went "Oooof." Mom looked up at me, but still she held the ropes. She managed to tie one rope to the other and there I was, in my familiar "X" but hanging by my wrists. This was a serious undertaking. "This more interesting?" Mom asked in a teasing tone of voice. It was hard to talk at first, but I finally managed to utter, "Yes, it is very interesting, but can it be fun too?" Mom laughed. "That's my girl," she said. "Yes, it is a real strain at first, but when your mind can control your body and you learn to hang limply, you'll find it can be fun too. Take your time. Give your body over to it." I was dubious, but I decided to try to take Mom's advice. I just let my head fall on my chest and tried to blank my mind. It was perhaps several minutes later when I came out of my trance to realize my mother was sitting on her vanity bench, with a big grin, smoking a cigarette! The odd thing about this was that my mother didn't smoke. At least, I didn't think she did, because I had never seen her with a cigarette. I smiled, and said, "You're right. This can be really good. But since when did you start to smoke?" "Oh, I do occasionally, on special occasions, like now. And don't tell me you don't," she said. I smiled. "Well, yes I do, but it was never my intent to hide it from you. I just thought that since neither you nor dad smoked, that I shouldn't around the house." I stayed tied that way for a half hour before my mother let me down. end Tina2