What to do if your mom discovers you bondage at home

She was wearing a loose white t-shirt and denim shorts today, which she took off and folded neatly on the armrest of the sofa, leaving her in nothing but milky white lace lingerie. She looked down at herself, her twenty-six-year-old body slightly plump from sitting in an office for too long, with a hint of softness around her waist, but her skin was fair, glowing softly in the dim light. "Just relax..." she told herself internally. Work had been too stressful lately. That difficult client had revised the proposal seventeen times, and her boss had dumped all the blame on her. Last night, she'd even been unable to sleep until three in the morning. She needed this, needed that feeling of her mind going blank after being restrained, needed that sense of security that came with losing control. She started with her ankles. She folded the rope in half, wrapped it around her right ankle three times, pulled it tight, and tied a knot. Then her left ankle, the same procedure. Between her two ankles, she used a short rope to connect them, just long enough for her to take small steps but not to walk freely. Next were her knees. She sat on the carpet, winding the rope around her calves, forming a beautiful diamond pattern behind her knees. She'd learned this from a video; it was a variation of "Kikko-shibari," both aesthetically pleasing and secure. The rope dug into her skin, leaving faint red marks. The tightness made her heart start to race. Then her arms. This was the most complicated part. She had to tie her hands behind her back, and today she wanted to try a difficult one – a reverse bind with an suspension. Su Su brought her hands behind her back, wrists crossed, and began to tie the knot using her teeth and fingers. The rope wound around her wrists, and she deliberately tied it tighter than usual, because the feeling of being completely controlled was more intense. "Mmm..." she moaned softly, her shoulders forced back, her chest involuntarily arching. It wasn't enough. She wanted to secure the suspension rope to the knot on her wrists, and then connect it to the rope on her ankles. That way, any attempt to straighten up would pull on her wrists, forcing her to remain kneeling. This position was humiliating, but the feeling of complete helplessness was intoxicating. She picked up the last rope, tying one end to the knot on her wrists, and the other end... The other end should be tied to the connecting rope on her ankles. But as she bent down to reach it, an accident happened. Her fingers slipped while tying the knot, and the rope suddenly tightened, yanking her wrists sharply backward. She lost her balance and pitched forward, her cheek hitting the carpet with a thud. "Mmph!" The gag was still in her mouth, preventing her from letting out a full scream. Worse, she felt the knot on her wrists deform from the sudden pull – what should have been a slipknot had become a permanent knot. She tried to pick at it with her fingers, but her wrists were tied too tightly, and her fingers couldn't reach the knot. She panicked. Su Su began to struggle, her body writhing on the carpet like a fish thrown onto land. But the ropes were self-tied, each loop professional and secure. The more she struggled, the tighter the ropes became, leaving deeper red marks on her skin. She tried to bite the rope on her wrists with her teeth, but the gag blocked her. The plastic ball in her mouth prevented her jaw from closing completely, only allowing muffled whimpers. "Mmm... mmm..." Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corners of her mouth, forming dark patches on the carpet. She looked towards the coffee table. Her phone was there, the screen still lit, displaying her contacts. The small scissors were also there. If only she could reach them, if only she could get them... But she couldn't stand up. The suspension rope dangled in mid-air, not yet secured, but her wrists were bound. She couldn't use her hands to push herself up, and her legs were restricted by the ropes. She could only wriggle on the floor like a worm. Even more terrifying, she felt something vibrating inside her body. It was the vibrator. She'd put it in before tying her hands, and now, with her body's movements and friction, the remote had been pressed. The vibrator buzzed inside her, its frequency increasing. "Mmm... mmm mmm..." A wave of pleasure spread from her core, but she couldn't focus on the sensation now, only on her panic. She was trapped, truly trapped, in her own living room, half-naked, bound in a tangle of ropes, gagged, with a vibrator buzzing inside her, and she couldn't even stand up to reach the scissors less than two meters away. She waited for her mother's scream, for the interrogation, for the scolding of "How could you be so disgusting?" But there was nothing. Only footsteps. The sound of high heels on the tile floor, slow, step by step, approaching. Then stopping beside her, close enough that she could smell her mother's faint perfume – a familiar scent, Chanel No. 5, a scent her mother had worn for over a decade. "Susu." Her mother's voice came from above, very calm, unnervingly calm. "Can you speak?" Susu shook her head, tears streaming down her temples and into her hair. She opened her mouth, revealing the strap of the gag, indicating she couldn't make a sound. Silence. A long, drawn-out silence. Then she felt a cool hand touch the back of her head. Fingers fumbled in her hair, found the gag strap, and gently fiddled with the buckle. *Click.* The gag was undone. Susu's jaw finally found freedom. She gasped for air, her lips sore from being stretched for so long, saliva uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of her mouth. She wanted to speak, to explain, but her throat felt blocked, only broken sobs escaping. "Don't rush," her mother's voice was still steady. "Catch your breath first." The hand moved from the back of her head but didn't go far. Susu secretly opened her eyes and saw her mother kneeling beside her, the dark gray suit skirt spread on the carpet, a stark contrast to her naked body. Her mother's expression was strange. No disgust, no shock, only a... complex emotion Susu couldn't decipher. It was like pity, but also something else. "Are your hands tied tight?" her mother asked. Susu nodded, her voice hoarse. "Tied... tied tight... I can't untie them..." "Your ankles?" "Also... also..." Her mother sighed. The sigh held helplessness, but more than that, a surprising... gentleness? "I'll untie you first," her mother said. "Don't move, the more you struggle, the tighter the ropes will get." Susu froze, watching her mother's hands reach for her ankles. The hands were well-cared for. A woman in her forties, with slender fingers, neatly trimmed nails, painted a pale pink. These were the hands that had cooked countless meals for her, that had felt her forehead when she had a fever. Now, those hands were untying the knots on her ankles. Her mother's fingers weaved through the knots, surprisingly adept. Susu could feel her mother's fingertips occasionally brush against her skin, a sensation that made her tremble all over – not from pleasure, but from extreme shame. Her daughter, naked, bound like this, drooling. What would her mother think of her? "Do your knees hurt?" her mother suddenly asked. Susu blinked, then shook her head. "It's... it's okay..." "How's the circulation? Are your feet numb?" "A... a little..." Her mother hummed and continued to untie the ropes. The knots on her ankles were undone, then the ones on her knees. The ropes Susu licked the black high-heeled shoe, the taste of leather spreading across her tongue. Mother's hand stroked her hair, gently ruffling it, the touch as tender as rewarding an obedient pet. "Good girl," Mother said, her voice coming from above. "Now, we're going to begin formal training." She took a step back, removed the high-heeled shoe, and stood barefoot on the carpet. Then she bent down and untied the rope around Susu's wrists – but only temporarily. "You won't need your hands tonight," Mother said. "Puppies crawl on all fours." Susu's heart pounded. She knew what K9 meant; she'd seen the pictures online, people on all fours, bound in canine poses. She'd never imagined she'd become one of them, but now, in front of Mother, that shameful desire began to stir again. "Come," Mother took her hand and led her to the bedside. "On your knees." Susu knelt, then, following Mother's instructions, leaned forward, her palms and knees on the carpet, like an animal preparing to crawl. "Your arms will be bound," Mother picked up a rope. "A real K9 has its front legs together." She pulled Susu's arms back, her forearms pressed against the back of her thighs, then used the rope to tie her wrists and ankles together. The position made it impossible for Susu to stand upright, forcing her to remain in a kneeling, crawling posture, her chest sinking down, her hips raised high, her most private parts completely exposed to the air. "Try crawling," Mother said, stepping back a few paces. "Crawl to me." Susu tried to move forward, but with her arms and legs bound together, she could only wriggle like an insect, her knees scraping against the carpet, her body swaying. The posture was incredibly "Open your mouth." Susu obediently opened her mouth. Mother balled up her underwear and stuffed it into Susu's mouth. The feeling of the fabric filling her mouth rendered her tongue immobile. Saliva began to pool, but she couldn't swallow, and it only dribbled out of the corners of her lips. "Mmmph..." Then Mother picked up the tape. Not a short strip, but a long one. Starting from her chin, it wrapped horizontally, covering her mouth and securing the underwear inside. Then another strip, starting from below her nose, wrapped around to the back of her head. Another one, diagonally crisscrossing... One loop, two loops, three loops... Susu's mouth was completely sealed. The tape formed a silver mask on her face, leaving only her nostrils exposed for breathing. The feeling of being utterly silenced filled her with a strange mix of fear and excitement—she was completely unable to speak, unable to call for help, utterly dependent on Mother now. "Can you breathe?" Mother asked, her fingers gently caressing her exposed nostrils. Susu took a few deep breaths through her nose, indicating she could. "Good," Mother's voice became very soft. "Now, we begin breath control." She reached out and gently pinched Susu's nose. In that instant, Susu's world plunged into absolute silence. She couldn't breathe, couldn't make a sound, couldn't move. She could only lie there, feeling her heart pound wildly in her chest. One second, two seconds, three seconds... She began to panic, her eyes widening as she looked at Mother. Mother watched her quietly, her gaze gentle and focused, her fingers not loosening. Five seconds, six seconds, seven seconds... Susu's chest began to heave as she tried to fight off the suffocating sensation, but the tape was too tight for her to take a deep breath. Her vision started to blur, her brain feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen... Then Mother released her hand. The moment air rushed into her nostrils, Susu let out a muffled whimper, her body trembling violently within the tape. The feeling of regaining her breath was so intense, so exquisite, it almost brought her to tears. "Are you okay?" Mother asked, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Susu nodded, her eyes conveying a desire for more. Mother smiled and pinched her nose again. This time, it was longer. Susu hovered on the edge of suffocation, her consciousness blurring. All her senses focused on that sliver of air that was about to be taken away. She felt Mother's hand gently stroking her taped body, the sensation amplified a thousandfold in her dizzying state of asphyxiation. When she finally regained her breath, she found herself crying, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming release. "One last time," Mother said, her voice sounding as if from a great distance. "This time, I'll take you to the edge." She pinched Susu's nose again, while her other hand reached between her legs—they were already taped, but she could still apply external pressure. Her fingers began to knead, and simultaneously, her breath was stolen. The dual stimulation made Susu's body tense instantly. She was pushed towards orgasm in a state of oxygen deprivation, the pleasure becoming intensely overwhelming due to the suffocation, as if it would tear her apart... Then Mother released her nose and stopped her hand. "Mmmph... mmmph..." Susu let out desperate whimpers, tears streaming down her face even more fiercely. She had reached the edge, but couldn't cross it. The dizziness after the suffocation made her body even more sensitive, every touch like an electric shock. Her entire body was wrapped in silver tape like a mummy, with only two small holes at the nostrils for breathing. Her eyes were already glazed over, and her body trembled slightly beneath the tape. Sweat and bodily fluids evaporated in the sealed space, creating a hot and humid environment. The tape clung tightly to her skin, outlining every curve of her body. Her breasts were high and full, her thighs taut, like a meticulously packaged work of art, waiting to be unwrapped, used, and... played with. Mother sat beside her, holding a pink vibrator, larger and thicker than the previous one, with more power. The head of the vibrator was still coated with some lubricant, glistening wetly under the light. "Do you want it?" Mother asked, tapping lightly on the tape between Sū Sū's legs with her finger, producing a dull thud. "Want this pressed against you, to make you climax?" Sū Sū rolled her eyes frantically, her gaze filled with pleading and desire. She was already on the verge of collapse from the foreplay, her entire body so sensitive that even the friction of the tape brought her pleasure. She desperately needed release. Her chest heaved violently, but the tape was too tight, restricting the movement to a small amplitude, only allowing for those rapid, suppressed gasps. "Beg me," Mother said, her voice soft but clear. "Even if you can't speak, beg me with your eyes. Let me see that you want it. Let me see how slutty my mummy is." Sū Sū blinked hard, the desire in her eyes almost overflowing, like an animal dangling from a cliff, desperately trying to grasp the last straw. Her eyeballs darted, looking at the vibrator, then at Mother. That pleading gaze made Mother's lips curl into a smile. Mother chuckled, picked up a small pair of scissors, and carefully cut a small opening in the tape between Sū Sū's legs—just enough to expose the wet entrance, while the rest of her body remained tightly bound. The cut edges revealed pink mucosa, already impossibly moist, glistening under the light. Then, she pressed the vibrator against it. Not inserted, but pressed. The head of the vibrator was pressed firmly against that sensitive nub, and then—she flipped the switch. A low hum began, and the intense vibration transmitted through the sensitive mucosa into her body. Sū Sū's body instantly tensed, like a drawn bow, trembling violently within the tape's confines. She let out a long, broken whimper, but the sound was muffled by the tape, turning into a vague tremor that escaped from the small holes in her nostrils, carrying a humid scent. "Does that feel good?" Mother asked, pressing down lightly on the vibrator with her finger, increasing the pressure and making the vibration more direct. "Wrapped up like a mummy, completely unable to move, only to be played with by Mother's toy? Can't even squirm, just have to lie here and take it?" Sū Sū rolled her eyes frantically, her gaze hazy and satisfied. The feeling of being unable to move, unable to resist, forced to accept, mixed with the intense stimulation of the vibrator, created a strange pleasure that sent her rapidly climbing. She felt that familiar pressure building inside her, like an ever-inflating balloon, getting fuller and tighter... But Mother didn't let her reach the peak immediately. She moved the vibrator away, leaving Sū Sū hanging on the edge, the pleasure receding like a tide, leaving emptiness and longing. Then—she lifted her foot and stepped on Sū Sū's nose, her soft sole completely blocking her nostrils. The breath control began again. In her oxygen-deprived state, Sū Sū's pleasure was amplified to the extreme. She couldn't breathe, couldn't moan, only felt the torment of suffocation intertwined with desire. Her body writhed beneath the tape, but the writhing only made the tape constrict tighter, bringing more friction and making her nipples more sensitive under the tape's rub... Ten seconds, fifteen seconds, twenty seconds... Sū Sū's consciousness began to blur, her brain feeling light and floaty from the lack of oxygen. But that floaty sensation mixed with the building pleasure, creating a strange, ethereal ecstasy. Her chest heaved violently, but she couldn't get air, only feeling the despair of being completely controlled and... gratitude. Mother removed her foot. The moment air rushed into her nostrils, Sū Sū gasped greedily. The contrast from suffocation to breathing almost sent her over the edge. She lay on the ground, her entire body bound by tape, only able to gasp for air, her eyes hazy and satisfied, but the pleasure was still building inside her, not yet released... Mother pressed the vibrator against her again, turning the setting to medium. "Come down," Sisi said, "Come down from the shelf, like an animal. Don't stand, don't kneel, crawl." Mother obediently crawled down from the X shelf, naked, nipple clamps still attached, the chains dragging on the floor with a faint clinking sound. She crawled onto the floor, like a freed but still controlled animal, waiting for the next... command. "K9," Sisi said, her voice soft but clear, "Mother is no longer human. She is a dog. Your daughter's pet dog. Your daughter's bitch. No name, only 'puppy,' only 'good dog,' only 'bad dog.'" She took out the K9 set—a leather collar, black, with a metal buckle and spikes; a fluffy tail, white, with a conical silicone plug at the base, threaded; and four wrist and ankle cuffs, leather, designed to fix the limbs in a canine posture. "Put them on," Sisi commanded, "Put on the collar yourself, like a dog putting on its own collar." Mother obediently lowered her head, her hands trembling as she picked up the collar, wrapped it around her neck, and fastened it. The metal buckle was in front, leaving a red mark. Sisi picked up the leash and attached it to the buckle. The red leash hung down, like a shameful adornment. "The tail," Sisi said, "Insert it yourself, like a bitch in heat, insert the tail yourself." Mother took the tail, turned around, her back to Sisi, her hands on the floor, her hips raised high. She fumbled between her legs with her fingers, found the still-moist entrance, and then— slowly pushed it in. The silicone plug entered her body, and the feeling of fullness made Mother moan softly. The white tail hung between her legs, swaying gently with her breathing, like a real bitch, a bitch in heat, waiting to be used... a bitch. "Crawl," Sisi tugged the leash, "Crawl like a dog, follow your master. Don't use human words, use barks." Mother began to crawl, her knees and palms on the ground, the tail swaying gently inside her with each movement. Each sway brought waves of stimulation, making her wetness increase. She circled the room, then stopped in front of the sofa, letting out a low, broken whimper: "Woof..." "Sit," Sisi sat on the sofa, her legs spread, naked, the wetness between her thighs gleaming in the light, "Lick your master. Not below, but above. Lick master's chest." Mother straightened her upper body, "sitting" in front of Sisi like a dog, then stuck out her tongue and began to lick Sisi's chest. Not a quick lick, but a slow, devout lick, like a puppy licking a plate. Her tongue traced circles on Sisi's nipples, feeling their hardness, feeling her daughter's heartbeat... Sisi's fingers dug into Mother's hair, pressing gently, feeling the satisfaction of being served, of "You will become a 'piece of furniture for two.' Not separate, but one entity, supporting each other, binding each other, indispensable." She turned to Mother: "You first. Get down, spread your limbs." Mother complied, lying in the center of the platform, face down, hands reaching towards the ends of the platform. Teacher Yamada began to bind, her movements rougher than yesterday—not the "display" bindings from yesterday, but "long-term restraint" bindings. Each one dug into flesh, leaving deep red marks. Her wrists were pulled to the "I'll demonstrate," instructed Teacher Yamada. "Strip, and get onto the frame." Mother