House Guest

He was twenty-four, college graduate, newly hired high school mathematics teacher just finishing his first year on the job. An athlete in college, now a football coach in the fall, track coach in the spring, he led an active life, was reasonably good looking, and quite fit. The girls in his classes adored him, and he loved the attention. He had been married for not quite two years.

She was twenty-two, jet black hair, just about an inch and a half shorter than he was, slender, nice breasts and a firm round ass. She also had graduated from college, where the two met, and she worked part time as a receptionist for a doctor. Best of all, she was energetic, game for just about anything, and especially good in bed. 

Their sex life had been something of an adventure. They would try unusual things, strange positions, thrills, strenuous romps. They had passed through _Joy of Sex_ like it was a grade school primmer, and had moved rapidly onto advanced techniques. Twice (once before they had married and once since) he had tied her up. The second time he kept her spread-eagled and gagged on their bed for hours while he played with her, teased her, tormented her and then satisfied her late into the night. Finally he fell asleep leaving her bound until morning. 

To all who knew them, it was clear that they were very much in love. He could hardly wait to get home to be with her. He took her to the high school's athletic events just so that they could be together. She adored him. No doubt that there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. To their friends it seemed a perfect marriage. There was only one problem.

It was Friday night, the end of the school year with ten weeks of vacation stretching in front of him, and he was delighted. The year had been a success, and he would return the following fall to a school he liked and students with whom he got along nicely. She was happy that they could be together more now that summer had come, and she arranged for a long vacation so that they could do some travelling and have some leisure fun. 

When he arrived home, he found her sitting in the living room of their apartment waiting for him. 

"I want to do something," she said after greeting him with a kiss and with a big smile.

"What's that?" he asked.

"I want to tie you up."

"Oh, yeah," he laughed.

"No, I'm serious," she said. "I want to tie you up. You've tied me up twice, and now I want to tie you up. I want to do it now."

He looked at her oddly, and then decided, more or less, 'Oh, what the hell.' "If you want to tie me up, then let's do it," he said.

"I want you to put on your jockstrap, and then come here. I want to tie you up here in the living room, on the couch."

"If that's what you want," he said, "then I need to change clothes."

He went into the bedroom and stripped, taking his jock out of his drawer and pulling it on, adjusting himself and looking at himself in the mirror. He was not bad looking and he knew she knew it. He smiled to himself and then wandered back into the living room wondering what she had up her sleeve.

"Turn around," she ordered. Then she took a piece of rope out of a bag she had sitting on the floor, and bound his wrists behind his back. She took her time and did an especially fine job, making sure the rope wasn't too tight, and that he couldn't reach the knot and free himself. She took out a second piece of rope and tied it around his upper body lashing his arms to his sides.

"Say," he said assessing the job to that point, "you're really getting into this. You want to be sure that I can't escape?"

"That's the idea," she said. "We want you tied up nice and tight."

"What do you have in mind after I'm tied up?" he asked.

"You'll see," she said. "Soon enough you'll know."

She took more rope and tied his legs at the ankles, then above his knees. She helped him lay down on the couch, and pulled his ankles up to his back using another piece of rope to tie them to the rope that bound his upper body making something of a hog-tie. Looking at him, she gently pinched the bulging pouch of the jockstrap.

"This is very erotic," he said. "Are you going to make me your boy-toy tonight? Are you going to play with me until dawn."

"Something like that," she said. "Now you need to be quiet."

Out of the bag she pulled a red ball gag.

"What's that for?" he asked.

"That's to help you keep quiet," she whispered. "We need you to be quiet at all costs."

He allowed her to insert the ball into his mouth, pulling it into place and strapping it there with cords that went around his head. She took a roll of red tape out of the bag and started winding it around his face below his nose sealing in the gag and covering his lower face from chin to nose. Next she wrapped the tape around his wrists over the ropes, and then around his ankles.

"Are you uncomfortable or in pain?" she asked.

He nodded that he was not uncomfortable or in pain.

"Good," she said. "Then I have something to tell you. My mother is coming for a visit. She'll be here for the weekend."

Her mother was the only problem in their lives.

Despite the gag, the sound he made filled the living room. Could he have made distinct words, he would have shouted, "No - God Damn It, No." If there was one person in the world who he hated - hated with an unabated passion, it was her mother. He saw her mother as a self-centered, greedy, cantankerous, bitchy, evil witch with no redeeming qualities. From the start they had been at each other's throats. The woman did everything she could to destroy their relationship - to keep her daughter from marrying him. Whenever they were together the insults flew. There was no doubt that he hated the woman with a white hot vengeance. The feeling was doubly reciprocated.

"Now," she continued watching him struggle with the ropes and mumbling into the gag, "I promised mother that this time her visit would be pleasant. I promised her that you wouldn't say anything to upset her, and that you would be polite the whole time she's here. So you understand why it's necessary for you to be quiet. I decided that the best way to fulfil my promise was to have you bound and gagged for her entire visit. You'll stay like this as long as she's here. She's arriving tonight, and staying through Sunday Noon. So - what do you think? Don't you agree that I had a good idea?"

He fought with the ropes, was livid, tried to expel the gag without success, squirmed and kicked until he was red in the face (his face almost matching the color of the tape gag). But it didn't do much good.  She had bound him securely and the gag held. He would have to endure. 

"You be good now," she said as she left, looking back at him laying on the couch. She blew him a kiss. 
"I'll be back as soon as mom's flight comes in. I know you two will get along just fine." With that, she was gone, leaving him alone to wait the arrival of his mother-in-law.

It was late - about three hours later, nearly ten o'clock, when the apartment door opened. She walked in first, looking to see if he was still on the couch. He was. If he was still tied and gagged. He was. Then in walked the mother-in-law. She was a stately somewhat gray-haired lady with a set jaw, a firm determined walk, and a large suitcase. When she saw her son-in-law glaring at her from the couch, she smiled (about the first time ever that he had seen her smile), walked over to him, put her hand on the gag, and said to her daughter, "Well, it's about time you learned how to handle this jerk. I approve. It's the best I've ever seen him look."

"As long as you're here visiting, mother, he'll be tied up there on the couch. We won't take off his gag and the ropes until you're gone. I promise, he'll stay that way as long as you're here."

He lay there watching her, hating her, wanting to tell her exactly what he thought of her. It was no use. All he could do was make muffled sounds into the gag. And every time he did, she smiled and tossed an insult at him. "What's the matter - cat got your tongue?" she would chide.

"Now mother," said the daughter, "it's not nice to take advantage of him when he's tied up and gagged that way. Just leave him alone and he won't bother you - I promise."

"Look at that tiny little bulge in his jockstrap," grinned the mother. "Probably not enough in there to satisfy a midget."

That was the last insult she shared that night. The mother and daughter retired to the bedroom where they spent the night. He spent the night on the couch, tied and gagged as she left him, covered with a blanket. 

She was up before her mother in the morning, releasing the hog-tie and taking him to the bathroom, then to the kitchen. She promised to feed him if he promised to keep quiet and allow her to replace the gag. Finally he conceded. He was hungry and thirsty. Once fed, she re-gagged him, took him to the couch and replaced the hog-tie. Her mother emerged from the bedroom around ten in the morning. Mother and daughter ate a leisurely breakfast, read the morning paper, and then announced that they were going shopping.

"You be good," said the mother-in-law looking at her trussed-up son-in-law. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Then she laughed, patted him on his rump, then on the gag, and together she left with her daughter. They spent the day shopping while he spent the day squirming in his bondage. He would be so happy when that woman left.

They returned late in the afternoon. The mother-in-law went into the bedroom for a nap. She again took him to the bathroom, then the kitchen for dinner. Once he was again bound and gagged on the couch, she woke her mother and they had dinner, then settled down for an evening watching television.

"If he didn't just lay around all day doing nothing," said the mother-in-law; maybe you could live in a better place. Just look at the lazy lay-about."

"Now, mother," said the wife coming to the defence of her husband, "When he's not all tied up, he works hard. He has a good job. We're saving our money and we'll get a house next year."

"Well," she grumbled, "he doesn't look very ambitious to me. Look at him, hardly moving at all. Not trying to free himself."

At that he squirmed and shouted into the gag. Of course, it did him no good. She just laughed at him. "Such a helpless twit," she scolded. "Can't even get out of a little tie-up. Dumb enough to let his wife truss him up and keep him gagged. No worthy man would let that happen."

He saw red, tried to lunge out at her. She just laughed at him.

Saturday night he was again on the couch. He ached, wanted to be released. He hoped she would go home early on Sunday. He wanted nothing more than to have her gone for good. Nothing like this would ever happen again. He vowed that to himself over and over.

Sunday morning she came out, took him to the bathroom, fed him, and again saw that he was hog-tied and gagged on the couch. The mother-in-law rose later than she had on Saturday, and walked into the living room and stood looking at him. 

"I have a surprise for you," she said bending down so that her face was almost against his. "I've decided not to go home today. I've decided to stay for a few weeks!"

"Wonderful!" shouted the daughter.
 

14.05.02