Knotinghill

Episode 6: Behind Enemy gags

Day 4.

It was kind of late in the afternoon, and we were relaxing after supper. It was 
getting more and more a habit dressing in the women’s clothing as I didn’t have 
any other choices. I could always walk around naked, but I think that wouldn’t 
help me that much anyway. My day was regularly the same every day, get up, get 
dressed, eat and have my lessons given by my Mistress (a.k.a. my mother Erica). 
She was a strict teacher, and did not think twice when it got to the point of 
punishment. My punishment was either being spanked, slapped or tied up. 
Depending I think on her mood, or the time of day. As it was today.

Right now I was on the living room floor, my hands tied tightly behind me in the 
small of my back. Palm to palm with the knot well out of my reach. My elbows 
were tied with ropes secured in the wrist ropes. Ropes were wrapped around my 
arms, and above and under my “breasts”. Tightly knotted in the back. My legs was 
tied at the knees (above and under) over the dress, my ankles was tied and my 
heels was tied to the feet. I was totally helpless. I looked up at my mom, and 
she was ignoring me. She, Andrea and Stacy (Andrea’s daughter) was having 
coffee. As I was tried to get their attention from the floor. You may wonder 
what I had done wrong? Well, I accidentally spilled the coffee on to the rug on 
the floor in the living room. As a part of my maid training, I was to serve 
coffee to the ladies, and I stumbled, and it wasn’t anything that could have 
prevented the coffee from hitting the rug from that time on. 
- Mistress, could you please untie me? I asked.
Erica looked at me for the first time. She stood up, and walked over to me. She 
bends down.
- Do the ropes hurt? She asked mischeifly.
- Yes they do, Mistress. I replied as nicely as I could.
She stood up, and very quickly she removed her panties, she rolled them up and 
quickly putted it in my mouth. Very quickly she tied a scarf around my head so I 
couldn’t spit it out again. I could feel the taste of my mother fill my mouth. 
She then sat down again at the table and continued talking with the two others. 
I tried to talk, but nothing at all came out. I was in really deep shit, as I 
understood it. I knew that she was serious about this, and that I shouldn’t take 
it easy for one minute for the rest of my life. 

Time stands almost still when you are tied up. I noticed that now. For the time 
I was tied up, I would have guessed it lasted for about 5 hours, but in reality 
it was for 1 hour. As I went to bed that night I knew that this wasn’t the last 
time I was tied up nor or the last time I was gagged with my moms panties. The 
rope marks on my arms also could tell how serious she was about this. But would 
I ever commit to her or the others? I couldn’t tell there and then.