Rebirth: My Mom Was a 20-Year-Old Bondage Girl

What was in the box? I strained my eyes, trying to make out the contents of the box. Then I saw it. My brain short-circuited again. The box was filled with—ropes. All sorts of ropes. There were white cotton ropes, looking soft, about four to five millimeters thick, neatly coiled in a corner of the box. There were brown hemp ropes, rougher in texture, slightly thinner than the cotton ones. And several rolls of black rope, smooth on the surface, seemingly made of nylon. Besides the ropes, there were other items in the box: a roll of silver tape, several gag balls of varying sizes—the kind you stuff in someone's mouth to prevent them from speaking—a few black cloth strips, and a pair of what looked like handcuffs. My eyes widened. Wh-wh-what is this? Jiang Xi'er took the roll of white cotton rope from the box, weighed it in her hand, and a slight smile curved her lips. Her expression was completely different from how I usually saw her—tinged with a hidden excitement, like a child seeing their favorite toy. She pushed the box aside, stood up, and walked to the center of the living room. Then, she began to undress. My breath hitched. Jiang Xi'er was wearing a set of casual cotton pajamas today, light pink with a bear pattern. She first took off her top, revealing her white bra underneath. I quickly closed my eyes. No, no, no, I'm her son! Even though I have an adult' After Then I "accidentally" dropped the scissors on the bed. The scissors slipped from my hand, landing with a soft thud on the bedsheet, about five or six centimeters from her outstretched fingertips. "Oh… dropped it…" I mumbled in a childish tone, then turned and crawled off the bed. "Then Mommy will play with it. Little Wen is going to play now." I crawled out of the room without looking back, leaving Jiang Xi'er staring at the pair of scissors. Jiang Xi'er's fingers fumbled on the bedsheet, brushing against the cold metal surface of the scissors. She gripped the scissors tightly. "Thank you… thank you, Little Wen…" her voice was choked with tears. Then she began to struggle with the scissors with her bound fingers. The difficulty of this process was immense – her hands were tied behind her back, forcing her to rely solely on touch to locate the scissors and gauge their angle. She first positioned the blade of the scissors against a rope and then squeezed. The rope snapped. With the first rope cut, the rest became much easier. Jiang Xi'er was like a fish finally breaking free from a net, her movements becoming faster and faster as she severed one rope after another. About five minutes later, she had finally untied all the ropes. Jiang Xi'er collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Deep rope marks marred her arms, and her wrists were red and swollen from the constriction. Her stockings were creased and abraded, looking utterly disheveled. Then she sat up and looked at me. I was still squatting by the bed, tilting my head as I looked at her, my face wearing an expression of "innocent purity." "Little Wen…" Jiang Xi'er reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace. She held me so tightly I could barely breathe. I could feel her heartbeat – pounding like a drum. Then she started to cry. Her tears fell, plink, plink, plink, onto my shoulders, warm and wet. "Mommy, what's wrong?" I asked in my childish voice. "It's nothing… Mommy's fine…" she sobbed and laughed, her voice broken, "Little Wen is so good… Little Wen saved Mommy…" She kissed the top of my head several times, her tears and snot smearing into my hair. As an adult soul with a penchant for cleanliness, I was inwardly repulsed. But as a two-year-old child, of course, I didn't care. "Mommy, don't cry… Mommy can have all the toys…" I reached out a small hand and clumsily patted her back. This action made Jiang Xi'er cry even harder. She held me and cried for a long time, so long that my legs went numb. By the time she finally calmed down, the sunlight outside had turned a fiery orange, indicating it was already evening. Jiang Xi'er wiped the tear streaks from her face with her sleeve, then looked down at me. Her eyes were red, her nose was red, but her face held a relaxed smile of someone who had narrowly escaped danger. "Little Wen," she looked at me seriously, her voice like a vow, "Mommy will never tie herself up this complicatedly again. Really. Never again." I rolled my eyes inwardly. Mom, you say that every time. You said the same thing last time when you almost got caught by the neighbors while doing that Kote-kote-shibari. And the time before that when you went out shopping wearing a self-bondage outfit and the ropes loosened, almost spilling out. But outwardly, I just hummed and rested my head on her shoulder. Jiang Xi'er carried me off the bed and shoved all the ropes scattered on the sheets into the deepest part of the wardrobe. This time, she put the scissors back under the pillow – at least the same situation wouldn't happen again. Then she carried me to the bathroom and washed my face and hands with warm water. She also quickly freshened up and changed her clothes. When she came out, she had returned to her usual appearance of a beautiful, gentle, and perfectly normal young mother. Only the fading red marks on her wrists served as a reminder of what had just happened. Dinner was noodles, cooked by Jiang Xi'er. She held me on her lap at the dining table, feeding me noodles while occasionally looking down at me, her eyes filled with an indescribable gratitude and guilt. "Little Wen was so good today," she said. In that brief moment, something complex flickered in her eyes. Not surprise, not panic, nor the displeasure of being offended. It was… how to describe it? Like the light that appears in someone's eyes when they stand before a shop window, gazing at something they can't afford but desperately desire. Longing. Pure, unadulterated longing. Of course, the light flashed only once before she skillfully concealed it. When she turned to look at me, her face had regained that gentle, motherly smile. "Why is Wenwen suddenly asking this?" she tilted her head, her tone as light as if she were discussing the weather. I drew out my words, feigning deep thought before reaching a conclusion. "Mom would definitely look better tied up than a crab!" After saying it, I couldn't help but give myself a mental thumbs-up. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. It complimented Jiang Xi'er's beauty, and while comparing her to a crab was a bit absurd, that's how a six-year-old's logic works; it doesn't need to be rigorous. The phrase "Mom tied up" in the mouth of a six-year-old is no different in essence from "Mom wearing a princess dress" or "Mom wearing a crown." Moreover, it subtly steered the conversation away from the dangerous territory of "what happens when someone is tied up" and back into safe waters, because the emphasis of the sentence wasn't on "tied up," but on "looking good." Jiang Xi'er paused for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Mom looks better than a crab even when she's not tied up!" she reached out and gently ruffled my hair. "You child, what strange comparisons." "But it's true!" I said righteously, then turned and ran towards the living room. "I'm going to watch TV!" I practically fled the kitchen. This topic couldn't continue any further! I turned on the TV in the living room and switched to the cartoon channel, but I wasn't really watching. My mind was replaying the scene in the kitchen just now. When Jiang Xi'er said, "Mom doesn't know what it would be like to be tied up like this either," that pause. That look. That longing. She didn't not know. She knew all too well. She just couldn't admit it in front of her six-year-old son. I sighed, placed the remote on the coffee table, and my gaze drifted unconsciously towards the kitchen. Wait. Something suddenly occurred to me. When I leaned over to look at the crabs by the sink earlier, I was very close to Jiang Xi'er. She was standing at the cutting board chopping vegetables, and I was squatting by the sink looking at the crabs. The distance between us was less than a meter. From that angle, as I looked up at her, my line of sight was precisely from bottom to top— Her T-shirt was loose, and the sleeves were quite wide. As she raised her arm to chop, her sleeve naturally slipped down a bit. In that instant of slipping, through the gap between the sleeve and her arm, I saw something. Not skin. It was rope. My attention was entirely on the crabs at the time, and the image flashed across my retina like a fleeting glimpse, not enough time to examine it closely. But recalling it now, the image was terrifyingly clear. Although I only saw a small section, that small section was enough for me to determine the overall binding method. "Here, try your left arm." With the experience from before, I was noticeably more skilled this time. I first pressed one end of the rope against the base of her upper arm, then began to wrap it around, circle by circle. First circle, tight. Second circle, leaving a two-finger gap, continuing to wrap. Third circle, fourth circle... The rope lay neatly on her fair arm, each loop fitting snugly but not too tight. I could feel her arm in my hands, warm and soft, her skin delicate and smooth. As the rope wrapped around, her skin would indent slightly, forming shallow marks. "Xiao Wen, you've tied it really well this time," Jiang Xi'er praised, "Much tighter than last time." I smiled a little proudly and continued with the final steps. Tucking the end through the loop, pulling it taut, and tying a knot to secure it. "Done!" I stepped back, admiring my work. Jiang Xi'er's left arm was neatly wrapped with red nylon rope, extending from her shoulder to her elbow, a total of five loops. There was about a two to three finger gap between each loop, the rope fitting snugly against her skin, leaving shallow marks. Her palms were pressed tightly against her shoulders, her forearm and upper arm pressed closely together, completely unable to separate under the restraint of the rope. Her folded arms presented a vulnerable yet beautiful posture, the contrast between her fair skin and the rope striking. "Mom, did I tie it right?" I looked up at her with expectant eyes. Jiang Xi'er's face was flushed, her breathing slightly rapid. "Yes... you tied it very well..." her voice was a little shaky. I could feel her excitement. The pleasure of being bound was already spreading through her body, causing her cheeks to flush, her breathing to quicken, and her eyes to become a little hazy. "Then I'll tie the other side!" I feigned excitement and picked up another length of rope. Jiang Xi'er nodded, folding her right arm and positioning it. This time, my speed was noticeably faster. Wrapping, tightening, knotting... A few minutes later, both of Jiang Xi'er's arms were tied. Her arms were folded neatly, wrapped circle by circle with nylon rope, extending from her shoulders to her elbows. She tried to struggle a little, but the rope was tied tightly, and her arms could not be separated at all. Especially since the nylon rope was much stiffer than the cotton rope Jiang Xi'er usually used, the feeling of constriction was significantly more intense. First, Jiang Xi'er's mouth was gagged. Stuffing her mouth with stockings made it even harder for her to make any sound... But Jiang Xi'er had never tried a stocking gag before; I'd only seen it in videos. Jiang Xi'er's small mouth was stuffed full with stockings, even though they were just the thinnest pair. Then, Wu Li inserted the exquisite ball gag into Jiang Xi'er's mouth. The gag seemed custom-made for Jiang Xi'er, its size perfectly filling her mouth without making her face look bloated. In fact, it made her look even prettier... I must have watched too many videos... How could I think Jiang Xi'er looked better with her mouth gagged... Clearly, Wu Li was being cautious. After confirming Jiang Xi'er's mouth was securely gagged, Wu Li picked up the rope. Wu Li supported Jiang Xi'er's body, holding her arms at the sides, and then twisted her body around to face away from him. Wu Li brought Jiang Xi'er's arms together behind her back as much as possible, then folded the rope in half and wrapped it around her arms. Is this a straight-arm bondage? Jiang Xi'er's flexibility isn't great. We've tried straight-arm bondage several times, but Jiang Xi'er's arms couldn't be positioned as desired, which is why she's been nagging about practicing yoga more diligently lately. However, Wu Li did lift Jiang Xi'er's arms backward. The arms that couldn't be brought together were forcefully joined by Wu Li. "Mmph..." Even in her unconscious state, Jiang Xi'er only let out a sound of pain. But with her mouth stuffed, the sound was so small that I could barely hear it from inside the closet. Wu Li's hands moved with practiced speed, tightening the rope around Jiang Xi'er's arms. Three wraps of rope around her wrists and forearms, then threaded through the middle and pulled taut. But due to her lack of flexibility, Jiang Xi'er's arms could only be lifted slightly and couldn't be brought close to her body. Wu Li seemed displeased by this, and then threaded the rope through her shoulders to further secure the space between her body and the rope behind her. Just like this, Jiang Xi'er's body was forced to arch. Wu Li, looking at Jiang Xi'er's high, proud chest, couldn't resist reaching out and touching it. "Mmmph!..." Although not awake, Jiang Xi'er's sensitive body reacted with unconscious struggles. But with her hands tightly bound behind her, she could only writhe powerlessly. Damn it...!!! Hold back... It's not enough... Jiang Xi'er's struggles made Wu Li pause. He continued to wrap the rope around her high, proud chest. The two ropes, one above and one below, were tightening so much that they almost threatened to burst Jiang Xi'er's blouse. Fortunately, Wu Li stopped after just those two, otherwise, if he had tightened them any further, the button on her chest might not have held. After completing the upper body restraint, Wu Li switched to another hemp rope. He then repositioned Jiang Xi'er against the sofa and squatted by her legs. Perhaps because her upper body was bound, Jiang Xi'er's legs were instinctively pressed tightly together, even without any rope. Wu Li looked a little puzzled but didn't think too much of it. He first lifted Jiang Xi'er's skirt slightly, up to her upper thighs. From Wu Li's angle, he could already see her panties wrapped in stockings beneath the skirt. He stared for a few seconds before continuing his actions. Using a rope folded in half, he quickly wrapped and tightened it around her upper thighs. This was the double-column bind I was most familiar with, though Wu Li's method was slightly different. As he wrapped, Wu Li would first secure one end of the rope, resulting in a much tighter bind than mine. Jiang Xi'er's thighs were deeply indented by the rope, especially after Wu Li threaded it through the middle and tightened it, making them look like candied haws, one ring after another. You must know that Jiang Xi'er's legs are her most alluring feature. Her long, slender legs are completely free of any excess fat. Then, from her upper thighs down to just above and below her knees, her long legs were bound with five ropes. Although each was wrapped only twice, and the rope was quite thin, the indentations on Jiang Xi'er's legs were beautifully formed by the rope. Watching the scene on my phone, I reached out and zoomed in on the screen, wanting to see more clearly. It was evident that Wu Li was an experienced binder, far more skilled than I was. Finally, even Jiang Xi'er's high heels were bound. It was clear that Jiang Xi'er wouldn't be able to take off these 10cm heels without untying the ropes. With this restraint and wearing these heels, I knew Jiang Xi'er had lost all mobility. After binding her legs, Wu Li stood up to admire the beautifully bound beauty he had created. Suddenly, he frowned, lost in thought. Then, Wu Li walked to a drawer and took out a bundle of short ropes. Seeing the short length of rope, I already guessed what he intended to do. As expected, the rope was wrapped around Jiang Xi'er's waist. Then, Wu Li, with some effort, threaded the rope through the gap between her legs, which had no space at all. At this point, Wu Li was more considerate than I was. He slowly tightened the crotch rope. As the rope tightened, the hip-hugging skirt, which was already pulled up, was drawn higher and higher until the panties underneath were completely exposed. Wu Li carefully tightened the crotch rope, watching it slowly but surely press into Jiang Xi'er's most intimate area. "Xier, why do you do this to yourself? Haven't the days of a single mother with a child taught you the importance of finding a good man? If you had just stayed with me, you wouldn't have to struggle like this. Why must you force me to do this?" The man's hand gently caressed Jiang Xier's cheek. Damn this beast, I really want to rush out and beat him up! After admiring Jiang Xier for a while, Wu Li helped her up to sit against the sofa, tidying her shirt and skirt as he did. Why isn't this guy just taking off her clothes? If I can get proof of this bastard messing with my mother, someone in his high position would fear reputation the most! That's like holding his leash! After steadying Jiang Xier, Wu Li turned to the desk, opened a drawer, and suddenly pulled out two bundles of rope. For a moment, I thought I was seeing things. What's with this sudden BDSM movie vibe? Wu Li placed the ropes on the table, then took out a silver metal ball gag. It looked much more high-quality than the one Jiang Xier bought... What am I thinking about? There's even a pack of stockings? What does this guy want? Wu Li picked up the items and walked over to Jiang Xier, placing them on the sofa. He then opened the pack of stockings, rolled one into a ball, pinched Jiang Xier's mouth open, and carefully stuffed the stocking inside. So he's gagging her first. Stuffing her mouth with stockings will make it even harder for Jiang Xier to make any noise... Though Jiang Xier has never tried a stocking gag before. I've only seen it in videos. Jiang Xier's mouth was stuffed full with the stocking, even though it was just the thinnest pair. Then, Wu Li inserted the exquisite ball gag into her mouth. The gag fit as if it were custom-made for Jiang Xier, its size perfectly filling her mouth without making her face look bloated. In fact, it made her look even more attractive... I must have watched too many videos... How could I think Jiang Xier looks better with her mouth gagged... Clearly, Wu Li is cautious. After confirming Jiang Xier's mouth was securely gagged, Wu Li picked up the rope. He held Jiang Xier's body, gripping her arms, and then turned her body around to face away from him. Wu Li brought Jiang Xier's arms together behind her back as much as possible and then folded the rope in half, wrapping it around her arms. Is he going for a straight-arm bind? Jiang Xier's flexibility isn't great. We've tried straight-arm binds several times, but Jiang Xier's arms couldn't be positioned as desired, which is why she's been nagging about practicing yoga more diligently lately. However, Wu Li did lift Jiang Xier's arms up and back. Her arms, which couldn't be brought together before, were forcefully pulled together by Wu Li. "Mmmph..." Even in her unconscious state, Jiang Xier only let out a sound of pain. But with her mouth stuffed, the sound was so faint that I could barely hear it from inside the cabinet. Wu Li's hands moved with practiced speed, tightening the rope around Jiang Xier's arms. Three strands of rope were tightly wound around her wrists and upper arms, then passed through the middle and cinched. But due to her lack of flexibility, Jiang Xier's arms could only be raised slightly and couldn't be brought close to her body. Noticing this, Wu Li seemed a bit displeased. He then passed the rope through both shoulders, further securing the space between the rope behind her back and her body. Just like this, Jiang Xier's body was forced to arch. Wu Li looked at her prominently arched chest and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. "Mmmph!..." Although not awake, Jiang Xier's sensitive body reacted with involuntary struggles. But with both hands tightly bound behind her, she could only writhe powerlessly. Damn it...!!! Hold on... It's not enough yet... Jiang Xier's struggling movements made Wu Li pause. The rope in his hands continued to wrap around her prominent chest. The two tight ropes, one above and one below, were almost stretching Jiang Xier's shirt to its limit. Fortunately, Wu Li stopped after just these two, otherwise, if he had tightened them any further, the button on her chest might not have held. After completing the upper body restraint, Wu Li switched to the other rope. He gently repositioned Jiang Xier against the sofa and then squatted down by her legs. Perhaps due to her upper body being bound, Jiang Xier's legs were instinctively pressed tightly together, even without any ropes. Wu Li looked a bit puzzled but didn't think too much of it. He first slightly lifted Jiang Xier's skirt to her upper thighs, revealing the panties wrapped in stockings beneath. Wu Li stared for a few seconds before continuing his actions. Using a folded rope, he quickly wrapped and tightened it around her upper thighs. This was the double-thigh bind I was most familiar with, though Wu Li's method was slightly different. While wrapping, he would fix one end of the rope first, resulting in a much tighter bind than mine. Jiang Xier's legs were deeply indented by the rope, especially after Wu Li passed the rope through the middle and cinched it, making them look like candied hawthorns, bound in circles. You have to know, Jiang Xier's legs are her most alluring feature. Her long, slender legs are completely free of any excess fat. Then, from her upper thighs down to just above and below her knees, her long lower legs were bound with five strands of rope. Although each strand was only wrapped twice, and the rope was quite thin, the indentations on Jiang Xier's legs were beautifully accentuated by the bindings.