Chapter 1

Amy Hanover stared at herself in the full length mirror. She was nude as she contemplated her body. "Man, I wish I had bigger boobs," she told her reflection. Her breasts were not too bad. They were just barely a C cup and she often wore B cup bras so that her cleavage would appear more ample than it was. Frowning, she began dressing.

It was her second month at the University of California at Berkley. She knew her parents were footing a large bill for her education. She was smart, but not smart enough for a tuition scholarship to a place like this. She had been sent here. Her mother had caught her yet again bound nude in her own bathroom. She had locked her bedroom door to make sure her session was private. That hadn't stopped her mother who had simply unlocked and opened the door with a coin. She had been annoyed that Amy had not answered the bedroom door. When she entered, she had called Amy's name. Amy could not answer. She had gagged herself with her own panties and sealed them as well as her lips with a few pieces of duct tape.

She had been struggling to get to her knees to retrieve the scissors when her mother opened the door to the bathroom. Amy cursed herself for not having locked it. Her mother had stopped short when she had seen Amy bound and nude lying on the bathroom floor. Her mother had closed the door behind her as she turned to leave without a word. Amy had come up with a genius idea of using a paper towel holder that sat upright to hold the duct tape while she duct taped her hands behind her back. She had set a timer on the toilet right before she had duct taped her hands together. Her knees and ankles were wrapped in duct tape already and she had slipped a large vibrator into her pussy.

The vibrator had fallen out during her struggles. When the timer chimed, she had struggled even harder to get to her knees so that she could lean against the bathroom counter to get up so that she could reach the scissors. After she saw her mom, she had struggled even harder until she could get the scissors. She had difficulty cutting the tape off of her wrists behind her back. After a few minutes of failures, she finally used the scissors like a knife and cut the tape. She had quickly released herself once her hands were free. She dressed in her discarded clothing minus her panties that were completely soaked from being in her mouth. She hid the panties and vibrator beneath some towels beneath the bathroom sink. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

She had thought she was going to be alone. She was wrong. Her mother was sitting on her bed waiting for her. A laundry basket was sitting on the floor with clean towels and some of Amy's clean and folded clothes. Amy had thought she would have to track her mother down to explain. Instead, she was surprised to find her mother sitting on the bed. "Mom?" she asked tentatively. Her mother looked up and took in a deep breath.

"Amy, what if it had been your brother that walked in on you instead of me?" asked Amy's mother. She was shaking her head as she looked at Amy with that same disappointed look in her eyes Amy had seen every time her mother had caught her. Amy hated to admit it, but her mother had caught her several times. She had been caught several times by others as well, but Amy didn't think that her mother had spoken to the other individuals.

"Mom, my door was locked! You are the one..." she argued. She had raised her voice to her mother again as she became instantly angry. Had she not been interrupted she would have continued her tirade with her mother.

"Amy, don't!" screamed her mother as she interrupted Amy. Her mother stood up and put her hand on her hip. "Why did you dress? You were completely naked while you were tied up in there on the floor. For God sakes, Amy why didn't you lock the bathroom door?" she asked though her expression clearly said that the question was rhetorical. "Your brother is a teenage boy with raging hormones and his older sister is naked and has tied herself up in her room under the same roof." Amy's mother walked over to the door and locked it. She closed it as she glanced up the hall. Her screaming at Amy had not brought anyone upstairs.

Her mother turned to Amy. "Take off your clothes," she ordered as Amy remained by the bathroom door. Her mother watched Amy with anger boiling in her eyes. "Now," she growled at Amy.

Amy turned to face her mother. "What? Mom, no. Why?" she asked as her mother continued to watch her with angry vengeful eyes. Her mother still had her hand on her hip. Her face though had contorted into so much anger and frustration that her face was glowing red.

"Because I said so," spat her mother as she continued to watch Amy with angry, disgusted eyes. "You want to be tied up like some slut, well then I am going to tie you up. Now take off your clothes!"

Amy remembered that she had started crying. She was not sure why she was crying only that she had cried. She had slowly removed her top as her mother watched. "Mom, I won't ever do it again, please Mom. Please," pleaded Amy as she dropped her shirt to the ground.

"Amy, you have said that over and over again every single time you have gotten caught. When I found you halfway down the stairs all tied up hopping down each step, you said the same thing," replied Amy's mother. She paused watching Amy. Amy rolled her eyes and sighed. Her mother could never let things go. She reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. "What about that time that you had locked yourself outside because you tied yourself up in the pool supply shed? You said it then too." Her mother paused again as Amy shrugged out of her bra. It too fell on the floor leaving Amy's breasts free.

"Oh Mommy, thank God! I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been the one to find me," mimicked her mother in a little girl voice. "Oh, and I almost forgot the time that I found you naked and tied up in the garage. I mean, jeez, you were handcuffed with your hands above your head to the bicycle hook. You had tied your feet to a wooden pole spread wide. How you managed not to fall and hang yourself I will never know. Did you ever consider that I or your father could drive up and open the garage door not knowing that you were naked and tied up in there? Of course not, you would have been on display to the whole neighborhood. That may not have bothered you, but we have to live here. We are friends with all those neighbors. Did you ever even consider that?" she continued as she slammed rhetorical question upon rhetorical question on her daughter. She watched Amy as Amy tried not to remove her shorts. She was toying with the waistband.

"Take them off, Amy. I mean as naked as you had just been all tied up by your own hand in your bathroom why would you be embarrassed? Take them off, Amy," ordered her mother. "I am not playing with you, Amy."

Reluctantly, Amy slid her shorts down her hips and let them fall at her feet. Her mother glanced at the discarded shorts and back at Amy. "Where is your underwear?" asked her mother. The anger was back in her seething eyes.

Amy pointed towards her bathroom behind her. "They are in there, Mom," she replied. She had her arms crossed to hide her breasts with one hand casually falling over her pubic area.

Her mother pushed the nude Amy aside and walked in the bathroom. She looked around the small bathroom for Amy's panties. "Where, Amy?" asked her mother as she paused just inside the bathroom in the doorway. Amy had walked over toward the bed. She knew if she pulled her blanket off her bed as she had been considering, her mother would be even angrier.

"Under the sink, Mom, under the towels," replied Amy. She was blushing with embarrassment as she tried to cover her breasts and her pubic area. She wanted to badly to pull the blanket off the bed and hide beneath it. She knew this time her mother was not going to let the issue drop.

She heard her mother open the cabinet door and rifle through the contents. "You have got to be kidding me," she heard her mother say. Amy knew that she had found her saliva soaked panties and the large vibrator. Her mother stepped out of the bathroom holding Amy's panties in the palm of one hand and the large vibrator in her other hand. "Do you want to explain these to me?" asked her mother. Amy opened her mouth several times to answer, but nothing came out of her mouth. She was mortified and she knew nothing she could say would make any sense. "It was not a request, little missy. Why are your panties completely soaked? And why on earth...What the hell... Where the fuck did you get this monster?" asked her mother. She held each item up to Amy as she asked her questions.

Amy closed her eyes and sighed. "Mom, please. Can we just drop it?" asked Amy. She had never asked questions when she had been caught before. Amy could not face her mother right now. She could not face this level of questions especially as she stood nude in front of her mother.

"No, Amy. I tried staying quiet. I tried not saying anything hoping against all hope that you would be embarrassed enough to stop. That hasn't worked very well at all," said her mother exasperated.

Amy shook her head. Tears fell in streams down her cheeks. Some of the teardrops fell onto her breasts and her arm that she was using to cover her breasts. "I gagged myself," she admitted unable to meet her mother's gaze.

"Yuck," said her mother as she realized that behind the tape, Amy had shoved her own panties into her mouth. "Had you worn them?" asked her mother clearly disgusted. She dropped Amy's panties onto the carpeted floor.

Amy nodded as her tears continued to fall. She was completely humiliated. "I bought the vibrator online," she said as she glanced up at her mother. She looked back down on the floor still silently praying that her mother would just leave her alone or ground her. She had no idea why her mother had made her strip off all her clothes.

"How did you order this without a credit card?" asked her mother as she waved the vibrator accusingly at Amy.

Amy sighed and glanced up at her mother. "I used my babysitting money and sent them a money order, Mom," replied Amy. She wanted so bad to disappear.

Her mother shook her head. "Why would you order such a huge vibrator, Amy? You could hurt yourself putting something this huge into your...your...you," said her mother still shaking her head. For the first time since she had been caught, her mother's voice and face showed more concern than anger. "I'm sure that this wouldn't even fit in you anyway." Amy prayed that her mother would leave that thought alone. She didn't want to explain how often she used that vibrator inside her. Something in the way her mother was staring at the vibrator told Amy that this was not the end of the conversation concerning the monstrous vibrator.

Amy's prayer went unanswered. "Oh...my...God, Amy. You have put this inside you already," said her mother. "Oh my fucking God, you probably tore your hymen up. Have you bled Amy?"

This was way beyond embarrassing. "Amy this is important," insisted her mother. "This is not a joke or some crazy need for attention. A vibr...an object this large could do some serious damage to your insides, Amy. It could hurt your chances of having kids or worse."

"Mom," said Amy as she listened to her mother continued to explain the risks. "Mom," she repeated. Four more times, she repeated the word trying to catch her mother's attention. Her mother was explaining the blood following the break of the hymen, the damage she could have inflicted on herself, she was asking about her last period, and about why she would even consider purchasing a vibrator much less one this large. "I'm not a virgin, Mother!" Amy's mother stopped talking. She opened her mouth several times and closed it as the shock sank into her. Amy glanced at her. "I'm not a virgin, Mom," repeated Amy.

Amy's mother slid down against the wall next to the bathroom door and Amy's bed. "What?" she asked though Amy was not sure whether to answer. She waited as her mother dropped the large vibrator on the carpeted floor and grasped her head in her hands as she shook her head from side to side. After a few minutes, her mother dropped her hands to her side. "How many, Amy?" she asked as she wiped tears from her eyes.

Amy was not about to answer truthfully. "Two, mom. Just two," she replied. She turned and sank to the floor. She crossed one leg of the other as she hid her vagina and folded her arms across her chest.

"That's how you tell me that you're a slut, Amy? Just two," mimicked her mother. "I am not even sure I believe you, Amy. I hadn't deluded myself, you know. I thought you had at least been grabbed, you know second base. I even thought that maybe you had tried to have sex with one boy and I had told myself that at least you haven't been whoring around. And now...My God! Now, I learn that you have been a slut at least twice and probably more that you aren't admitting to," said her Mom as her mother simply stared at Amy.

Amy sighed. There were a lot more. She didn't want to admit to her mom. She had been raped twice by guys she had felt comfortable asking for them to tie her up. Both had taken advantage of her bondage and had raped her. She had even been sodomized by one of her captors. In all, Amy had been with twenty-four guys. Her mother would have a heart attack if she had any idea how many men she had been with. "Honestly, Mom, just two. I'm so sorry to disappoint you this way," she said. She was crying again. How was this night going to end? Amy was worried. "Mom, I am so, so sorry. I know you probably thought I was a good girl."

Amy's mother, Cheryl, stared at her daughter. She was sure there were more men than what Amy was acknowledging. She shook her head slowly. Cheryl glanced at the large vibrator lying on the floor where she had dropped it. Though she would never admit it to Amy, her vibrator was easily half the size and half the diameter of the plastic monster lying on the floor. "Amy, pull the covers off of the bed," she said quietly as her daughter sat across from her watching her. Cheryl pushed back against the wall as she slowly stood up. She had a plan and prayed that Amy would learn her lesson and not enjoy what she was about to do to her. "Leave only the sheets."

Amy glanced up at her mother. She had no idea what her mother was doing. Amy opened her mouth to speak, but Cheryl put up a finger. "Not a word, Amy. Not one single word," she ordered. She bent down and scooped up the large vibrator. Amy stood and pulled the comforter on her bed and the top sheet over the foot of the bed. "Show me where you keep your supplies."

Amy's heart sank. She had several stashes of toys around her room, but she had a large one in her closet in an old trunk. Inside were nipple clamps, ropes, several different types of tape including electrical tape, duct tape, and colored vinyl tapes. She had two small cat o'nine tails whips and several dildos as well as an anal plug she was working up to inserting. She was leery of showing her mother where that stash of toys was. She had a small box underneath her bed with various scarves, a roll of duct tape, ropes and some leather cuffs. "Now, missy! I want your toys out," demanded Cheryl. She had put the face of anger back on.

Amy knelt by her bed and reached under for the box near the foot of the bed. She pulled the box out. Cheryl knelt by the box and opened it. "I want you to go into the shower and shave your pubic hair completely off. Understand?" she asked Amy. Amy locked her gaze on her mother. She was sure she hadn't heard correctly. Her mother was beginning to worry her. "Now, Amy. I have already lost my patience with you. Go and shave off your pubic hair. Now!"

Amy had seen in her bondage magazines the bare pubic area or even shaped pubic areas of several models. She had been curious to try, but she had worried that someone would see her missing pubic hair when she showered or changed in front of other girls or her mother. Reluctantly, she left her mother to rummage through her box. She walked into the bathroom to shave her pubic hair off. It would have been incredibly erotic if her mother hadn't ordered her to do it.

Amy stepped out of the bathroom. She was now bare as a baby on her freshly shaven pubic area. She found her mother sitting on the edge of her bed. She had the roll of duct tape sitting on the bed along with ropes tied to Amy's bed, and the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. She held up the vibrator to Amy. "Put it in," she ordered. Amy considered arguing, but she knew that he mother was serious.

Amy walked over and took the thick vibrator from her mother's hand. She spread her legs slightly as she pressed the tip of the vibrator against her vagina. She rubbed her clit with the vibrator and was soon wet enough to slip the monster in. She pushed the entire length of the vibrator into her vaginal cavity. She couldn't help but moan as the thick plastic slipped into her. Her mother stood up and walked over to Amy. She reached between Amy's legs. She grabbed the bottom of the vibrator and twisted. Instantly, the vibrator sprang to life. Amy's eyes went wide as the monster within her began shaking rapidly.

Her mother was not done. She pushed the base of the vibrator and found that it could slip all the way into her daughter. She turned and scooped up the roll of duct tape. She tore a long length of tape and knelt in front of her daughter. She pressed the tape against Amy's bare pubic area and carefully pressed the tape against Amy's sensitive flesh. She sealed the vibrator inside of her daughter. Cheryl stood up and pointed at the bed. "Get on the bed, Amy," she ordered.

Amy was trying hard not to moan as the monster continued to tease her. She was not sure how long she could keep herself from experiencing an orgasm. She did not argue with her mother more because she was afraid she would moan out loud. She crawled onto the bed and lay on her back. She felt as her mother pulled her ankles. Her mother attached looped the first cuff around her ankle then buckled it. She buckled the second cuff on Amy's other ankle. Amy prayed that her mother would not have her sit up. She knew it would be impossible with the vibrator taped inside of her.

Her mother moved closer to Amy and buckled the first cuff on Amy's wrist. As she buckled the second cuff, she looked down at her daughter. "You will spend the night tied up. I guess you could say that you got your wish. I am going to tie you spread out on your bed. No covers, no blanket, not even the sheet to cover your naked body. I am not sure how long those batteries will last but I am sure they will last until at least bedtime. I will check on you from time to time," she explained. It was almost as if her mother were explaining so that she could reinforce her determination to tie her daughter to the bed.

Her mother walked to the foot of the bed and looped the rope she had tied to the legs of the bed through the loop in the cuff buckled on Amy's left foot. She pulled and Amy shifted her body so her feet were as low as they could go on the bed. Her mother pulled and tied the rope beneath the bed. She moved to the other foot and quickly bound Amy's right foot, again securing the rope beneath the bed.

She stood up and walked over to the head of Amy's bed. She looped the rope through the loop on the cuff on Amy's left wrist. She pulled and tied it securely beneath the bed as she had done with Amy's ankles. Amy found she was very stretched out, far beyond how she had been able to tie herself. As her mother pulled her right wrist, Amy found that the constant buzzing of the vibrator and being bound to the bed was too exciting to keep the orgasm at bay. She did her best to bite her lips as she came. Her mother saw the look in her eyes.

"We'll see how good those orgasms feel after being bound for a few hours," she said. She pulled a length of tape from the roll of duct tape. She pressed it against Amy's lips. "Try not to enjoy this too much. I am going to set your clothes on the dresser. I will come back in two hours. I am going to lock the door and I will tell your brother and your father that you are ill. I may bring you something to drink at least, later," said her mother. She set the roll of duct tape down on Amy's nightstand and turned as she stooped to pick up the laundry basket. Amy groaned softly as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Her mother shook her head slowly as she locked Amy's door. She watched Amy's body shudder as she closed the door. Amy moaned out behind her gag. She felt as if she were going to pass out from the powerful orgasm. She pulled at her legs trying to close them. The relentless vibrating of the plastic monster sealed in her pussy continued completely oblivious to Amy's heavy breathing.

She was not sure how much time had passed when she heard a knock at the door. "Amy?" asked a male voice. It was her brother's voice. "Are you okay?"

Amy had no way of answering. She had not really tried to release herself. Now, she pulled against her bonds and struggled. She could not free her wrists or her ankles. She moaned softly as her struggles sparked another orgasm. She was sure her brother heard her moan.

"Wow, you're really sick, huh? Well, don't get up. I just wanted to check on you. Rest, sis," said her brother. She heard him walk away from the door. She was breathing heavily though her nose as the orgasm finally dissipated. She turned to the door. She had almost told her mother what she had caught her brother, Simon doing. She had thought she was alone and had walked in on him in his room. Simon had begged for his sister not to tell. She had promised with the only stipulation that she be left alone in her room for the rest of the evening. He had agreed. Amy had turned that evening into a prisoner fantasy. She had handcuffed her hands and attached leg shackles to her legs before showering with cold water. Her fantasy was a great deal more detailed but with everything that happened with her mother earlier, she didn't want to relive it in her mind.

Instead, she moaned out behind her gag as yet another orgasm ripped through her. She felt as if she were losing her mind. She would barely recover from one orgasm before another ripped through her. The room was stuffy and she knew she was sweating. A knock on the door followed by a jiggling of the door knob alerted her to another visitor. She turned to see her mother closing the door behind her.

She walked over to the bed. "This room is stuffy," she said. She walked over to the small windows and opened both of them. A cool breeze pushed the curtains as it wafted into the room. Instantly, the room cooled and Amy shivered as the cool breeze touched her bare wet skin. "Looks like you're sweating," commented her mother as she turned on the light. Amy had grown accustomed to the dark room and blinked as her eyes adjusted. "I have something for you," teased her mother as she reached into the pocket of her jeans. She held out the handful of clothespins for Amy to see.

Amy's eyes went wide. She had tried clothespins on her nipples and they had hurt so bad, she vowed not to ever do that again. "It isn't much of a punishment if you don't have a few tortures," said her mother as she pinched Amy's right nipple. Cheryl moved the clothespin and slowly released it once she had placed it on Amy's nipple. Amy's eyes went wide and she moaned loudly as the pain lanced through her nipple and down to her pussy. Her mother wasted no time as she attached the second clothespin on Amy's left nipple.

Amy moaned louder and pressed her shoulders hard into the bed lifting her breasts as she arched her back. "You'll get used to it," said her mother as she leaned forward. Amy felt her mother pressing her fingers around Amy's clit. She pinched and Amy screamed out into the gag as her mother held Amy's clit while she put a clothespin directly on Amy's sensitive bud. After a few minutes, Amy was lying panting with a pained expression on her face. Her mother stood up and walked over to Amy's foot. She put a clothespin between Amy's big toe and the toe next to it on Amy's right foot. It was an unexpected type of pain and Amy moaned softly. Her mother did the same to Amy's left foot and walked to the side of the bed.

"You wanted this, Amy. You may have been doing this to yourself, but you wanted this all done to you. Tomorrow, I am going to tear this room apart before I let you go in the morning. I think you have lots of toys stashed in here and I think that you want even more done to you the little slut that you are," said her mother. Her mother's voice had lost the anger and now seemed like she it was oozing with vindictive venom.

Amy shook her head slowly. She watched as her mother walked to the door. "I'll be back in a couple of hours. I haven't decided how I am going to leave you tied for the night," she said as she opened the door. "Rest, Amy and get better," she said as she closed the door the behind her. Amy stared up at the dark ceiling. With the breeze lifting the curtains, plumes of light from the pool reflected into the room. She looked down at her body. Her breasts sported a clothespin on each nipple that jutted out of her body from the nipple. The pain had lessened to a dull throb. Her breasts were not as large as she had hoped but not bad.

She could see her flat stomach and the smooth area where her pubic hair had been. She liked how her skin reflected the scant light. She could see the end of a clothespin that was biting into her clit. That pain was still intense. Even now, it was enough to stem her orgasms as the vibrator continued to buzz within her. Her legs looked good spread slightly. She could see her ankles enveloped by the leather cuffs with rope pulling the cuffs down and her legs spread. She could see the pink pearlescent nail polish on her toes with the wooden clothespin sticking out between her big toe and the next toe.

She drifted off to sleep as the breeze seemed to breathe through her room. The curtains would flutter as the breeze pushed them then flap to the window as the breeze sucked the air out of the window. The pain radiating from her clit had lessened. She had been so afraid to move.

A quiet knock sounded so far away. Amy opened her eyes in the dark room. The breeze seemed to have faded and her curtains hung from the windows without the slightest hint of a rustle. She heard muffled voices at her door. She was not sure if she dreamed the knock or if it had been real. A moment later she heard footsteps leaving. The vibrator had stopped though the thick presence of the plastic intruder still pressed against Amy's vaginal walls. She moaned softly. She heard the doorknob jiggle then the door open. She turned and saw her mother closing the door behind her.

The light came on and Amy squinted in the bright light. "Sounds like the batteries gave out," said her mother as she walked over to the bed. She removed the clothespin from Amy's right foot. The blood rushing back into the area seemed to tingle as her mother unbuckled the cuff. "That clinches it. I have to retie you," she said as she released Amy's left foot. She pulled the clothespin off. Amy did not move. She was afraid that he mother would do something worse to her.

Cheryl walked over to the side of Amy's bed and unbuckled the cuffs from Amy's wrists. She made no move to remove the clothespins on Amy's nipples or on Amy's clit. "Go take a shower so that you can get that tape off," she said pointing at the bathroom. "Oh, and do not touch the clothespins. Those stay on."

Amy slid her body to the edge of the bed before she rolled over and off the bed onto her hands and knees. She managed to stand and the pain in her nipples and clit radiated as she moved. She moaned softly at the pain lancing through each nipple and especially through her clit. "You can take the gag off too," said her mother as Amy walked a bit stiffly into the bathroom. She turned to close the door. "Leave it open, Amy. This isn't the end of your punishment, missy," warned her mother.

Amy nodded once as she opened the shower door. She turned on the water. She could feel the clothespin on her clit bouncing causing wave after wave of pain through her clit. She felt the water and decided it was hot enough. She stepped into the shower and immediately regretted stepping into the spray. The water splashed hard against her right nipple. As she turned away from the spray, the stream of water stabbed at her left nipple. She groaned behind her gag. She reached up and carefully peeled the duct tape off her lips. She had done this often enough to know that she had to suck her lips and lick them as she pulled.

She let the strip of tape fall to the shower floor. She turned so the spray of hot water remained on her back. She reached down between her legs to find the end of the strip of duct tape there sealing the vibrator in her pussy. She groaned biting her lip as she hit the clothespin biting into her clit twice. She found the end and pulled. She decided it would be best to pull the strip off slowly as water washed over it. She turned and stepped back so that the water ran down her belly. Slowly, a millimeter at a time, she pulled the tape. She stepped back when she felt the vibrator slipping slowly out of her vagina. She pulled more of the tape and reached down with her other hand to catch the vibrator. She pulled the large vibrator and moaned loudly as the vibrator slipped out of her very wet pussy.

She pulled the rest of the tape off with no other problems. She hit the clothespin on her clit several times as she washed off her vagina. She quickly washed the rest of her body. As careful as she tried to be, she managed to bump or fold the clothespins biting into her nipples at least three times each. She shut off the water. She had no idea what her mother had in mind for her and she was truly a mix of emotions. On one hand, she was fearful. She had been bound for a few hours. That was easily the longest amount of time she had remained bound. Her mother putting clothespins on her most intimate parts made her wary of what her mother was capable of. On the other hand, she had never had as many orgasms as she had with the vibrator taped inside her.

She was very sure she would be doing that again. She imagined herself with her hands cuffed behind her back and locked to the leg shackles on her ankles with the vibrator taped inside her pussy. She shook her head. It was a nice fantasy, but at this moment she was in a real life fantasy that involved her mother tying her up. She would never have imagined this possibility at all. She was glanced at herself in the mirror. She decided that she was going to keep her pubic hair shaved. She chewed her bottom lip as she prepared herself to go into her bedroom.

Her mother was standing by the bed with several lengths of rope coiled on the bed. "Please, Mom, I really have learned a lesson. I am never going to tie myself up again," she said pleading with her mother. She waited. The wet clothespins seemed heavier as they tugged on her sensitive flesh.

Cheryl shook her head. "Amy, we both know that you are incapable of keeping your word when it comes to tying yourself up. While I was waiting, I realized that there was another time that I caught you naked and you had been tied up. I had thought you were having sex when you hid in the closet that time at the Fourth of July party. It wasn't even our house. It was the Polk's house. Did you have sex with Matt that day? There in their house?" asked her mother.

Amy shook her head. She didn't want to answer that question too honestly. Amy had a crush on Matthew Polk. He was on the high school varsity football team. His sister Michaela Polk was her best friend. She spent a great deal of time at the Polk's. At the party her mother was referring to, Michaela had convinced her that she would lure Matthew into his room and she could jump out naked to greet him. Amy had told Michaela that she couldn't do that especially with all their parents in the house. Michaela had dared her with a challenge of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Amy lost and in order to make her suffer Michaela added that she would tie Amy to Matthew's bed.

Amy had reluctantly agreed, but with one condition. She wanted a way out if he didn't show by a certain time. Michaela agreed. She had made Amy strip in her brother's room. Making sure that she couldn't back out, Michaela put all of Amy's clothes in a bag. When she left Amy bound nude and spread-eagled on her brother's bed, Amy was in heaven and at the same time she was in hell. Her bondage, while incredibly light to allow her the ability to release herself, excited her. She was not sure if it was because she could possibly get caught or if it was who was on his way to the room.

She smiled to herself. Then a knock sounded. "Matt?" asked a female voice she knew very well. It was her mother's voice. "Matt? Are you in there?"

Amy quickly pulled at her release. With one arm free, she tore into the ropes with her fingernails as she loosened the knots so she could finish releasing the rest of her limbs. She got her wrist and quickly sat up to release her right ankle. With two hands, it was much easier to work the knots out. She finally released her feet and rolled off the bed. She was going to dive under but there was so much stuff crammed underneath the bed that it was not an option to get under. She turned and saw only the closet door. It had two sliding doors. She slid the one closest to her and found that it was packed with clothes and a slew of games and boxes. She slid the other door open and was happy to find more clothes with a clear floor.

She slipped into the closet and carefully closed the door. She did not see the bedroom door open cautiously. "Matt?" said the voice of her mother. "I'm just going to grab the horseshoe set from the closet." The voice of her mother was closer. "Matt? Oooh, kinky boy," said her mother. Amy shook her head. The ropes were still on the bed. It was clear that someone had been bound there.

The closet door slid open. Amy was sitting on the floor. She pulled her feet closer to her as she wrapped her hands around her knees. "Top shelf, she says," said her mother. The opposite door opened. Amy was fairly certain her mother couldn't see her from that side. She breathed a very quiet sigh of relief. "Oh, there it is," said her mother to herself. "Of course I opened the wrong door."

Amy's eyes went wide. She shook her head and kept whispering, "This isn't happening...This isn't happening...This isn't happening," over and over again. The door closed and Amy turned to see the door opening right to her left. She pulled her feet as close to her as possible as if she would disappear if she could just hug her legs just right. "Amy?" said her mother's voice. Amy was between a long coat and a robe of some sort. "Amy I know your nail polish. What the hell?" she said.

Amy pushed the robe behind her and looked up at her mother. "Long story, Mom," managed Amy. She didn't want to move. She was now sitting on the closet floor with her arms wrapped around her legs completely nude.

"I'm sure it is. Go and get dressed," ordered her mother. She shook her head silently as she stood over Amy.

"I can't, Mom. Michaela has my clothes," replied Amy quietly. She did not want to explain and had no idea how she was going to even come up with a believable story.

"What is Michaela doing with your clothes and why are you naked in Matt's room?" asked her mother. She was seething. Amy wished she could pause time or reverse time so that she had found somewhere else to hide. She glanced up at her mother.

"Michaela tricked me and tied me to the bed. She took my clothes and left me there. I had barely managed to get loose when you came in. I had no where to go so I hid in the closet," she rattled. It was mostly the truth. Hopefully her mother would buy it.

"Amy this is not even our house. Get out of there," ordered her mother. Amy was about to protest. Since her mother had not questioned her story, Amy silently obeyed. The door opened as Amy walked out of the closet.

"Are you still tied up?" asked Michaela as she opened the door acting as if she was sneaking in. She left the door opened as she turned and saw Amy's mother with a naked Amy standing to her right. "Uh boy, busted."

Amy rolled her eyes and sent an icy stare at Michaela. Michaela dropped the bag and quickly exited the room closing the door behind her. Amy stared daggers into Michaela's back. How could she have just abandoned her like that? Amy glanced at her mother before she walked over to the bag that contained her clothes. She bent down and scooped up her shirt. She was mortified to find it was completed cut up. It was barely held together with strips of tattered cloth. She threw the ruined shirt down in frustration and scooped up her shorts. They too had been cut into tattered strips. Amy swore she would rip Michaela apart. Amy felt tears running down her cheeks. Michaela had tricked her. She had tricked Amy into taking her clothes off so that Michaela could humiliate her. Amy scooped up the tattered remains of her bra and panties. They were completely useless. Amy turned to face her mother. She was surprised to find that her mother was right behind her and she pulled Amy to her. Amy had cried for a few minutes before her mother released her.

"We need to find something for you to wear," said her mother quietly as she took her shirt off. Her mother was wearing a button down, pink shirt with a white tank top underneath. Her mother removed the pink shirt and draped it over Amy's shoulders. Amy slipped her arms into the sleeves and buttoned the shirt over her naked breasts. She was surprised to see that her mother's shirt fit her relatively well.

Her mother walked out to the door. "Stay here, I will get you some pants or shorts to wear," said her mother as she opened the door and walked out. She hadn't even waited for Amy to answer. Amy glanced around and saw the ropes still tied to the bed. She went over and untied the ropes from the feet of the bed frame. She coiled each rope and tossed it into the bag. She had just sat on the floor leaning against Matthew's desk when her mother returned. She held up a pair of white denim shorts. "Sorry, this was the best I could do."

Amy smiled weakly. She was not sure if the shorts were Michaela's or if they belonged to Michaela's mother. It didn't really matter. The shorts were incredibly short. Amy stood up and took the shorts. She slipped them on. They were tight on her butt, but otherwise fit ok. Fortunately, her mother's shirt was long enough to cover the shorts almost completely. "Let's go talk to Melinda. She'll straighten Michaela out," said her mother. She was still looking at Amy with concern.

"No, Mom, please," pleaded Amy. "This is humiliating enough without dragging Michaela's step-mother into it. Trust me, I'll get even when she least expects it."

Cheryl sighed and shook her head. "Fine, but Amy if you hadn't been so eager to get tied up, you would not have ended up like this," chastised her mother. Amy could not believe what she was hearing. Her mother was blaming her for Michaela's evil prank. How could she? It wasn't her fault that Michaela had betrayed her this way. It wasn't like she expected her best friend to humiliate her like this. Amy considered arguing with her mother. Instead, she grabbed the tatters of her shirt and her shorts and threw them into the bag.

"You're right, Mom. I did this to myself," replied Amy. The words were not sincere in the slightest and she knew her mother knew the true meaning behind Amy's words. Amy yanked the bag by its thin handles and opened the door.

"Honey, I am not saying it was your fault," responded her mother. Amy was already gone as she stormed out of Matthew's room. Amy had stormed past everyone including Michaela who had been whispering and giggling with her brother. Amy didn't care as she stormed right out the front door and headed home. She was incredibly angry, humiliated, and betrayed. She needed to find the solitude of her room after she changed into her own clothes.