Knotinghill Stories

Episode 2: Attack of the gags

They released my towel gag, and quickly found some pieces of 
cloth, which they pushed into our mouths, and then tied a scarf 
over it to keep it from getting out. They padded our heads, and 
then Erica said that they was going to go into town and get some 
more stuff. They grabbed the bags, and then hurried out. I 
couldn't believe it that my own mother would keep me tied up and 
gagged and dressed in women's clothing. How could she do that? I 
could feel Stacey's heart beat against me as we lay there. There 
wasn't much that we could do. She seemed to be at ease with this. 
Could it be that she had been tied up and left alone before this? 
As we tried to move a little, the ropes digging more into our 
bodies, and the knots was moved against our private areas. 

As the time went by, I most have moved in and out of sleep. I was 
sure that Stacy also slept sometimes. Somehow this was relaxing. 
In a strange way. Strict and uncomfy, but still relaxing because 
there was no way we could escape the ropes. And who would free 
us? Well there was only to let og of the fear and slowly let your 
mind rest. 

Sometime late in the afternoon. I could feel my mouth dry up, and 
I was badly need of some liquid. My trout was drying up fast. I 
started to feel panic coming over me. I tried to remove the gag, 
but it was useless. Would this become my doom? Would I die? Fear 
suddenly hit my body. At the same time the door opened, and mom 
and Andrea came in. They rushed over, and released the gags. 
Erica found some water and helped me to drink it. Andrea put the 
stuff on the floor. Four bags, topped. Filled with what? 

Stacy and I remind tied up on the floor, while Andrea and Erica 
made dinner. They was dressed in 50's dresses, shoes and thin 
frilly aprons. They looked after us from time to time. I was 
still not sure what I should think. The words from my mom telling 
me that my life as a boy was over, and that I was going to be 
girl from now. What about school? What about life? What would 
they do to me? We were untied from the ropes, and lead to the 
table, where we was cuffed to the chairs. Our moms feed us. 
- Mom? I asked.
- Yes Erin? She answered.
- I am Eric, not Erin. I answered.
- You are Erin. Eric is gone. Never was. She said.
- Why are you doing this to me? I asked.
- You are asking to many questions. She answered, and slapped a 
piece of duct tape over my mouth.
- As punishment you will go to bed now! She yelled, and took me 
and placed me in the bed. She tied me inside a big mailbag and 
secured the bag around my neck. She applied additional ropes 
around the bag, before she turned off the lights, and left the 
room for the night. I tried to move, and I tried to escape. But I 
gave up, I was all to well secured.