The Tied-Up Mummy (sbm, F/m, costume, reluctant, humorous)

First off I am a male of eighteen years old and am on the smaller side for my age; my name is Tom. I live with my mother and two sisters. One sister, Sarah, is twenty-two while Ashlee is fourteen. Because my dad passed away when I was young, it’s just the four of us, and we are a very close family. Every Halloween we have a tradition where we stay home and hold a small party attended only by family. The fun part is surprising each other with our costume choices at the gathering.

It was about a week before the event and I still hadn’t decided what to wear. After some internal debate, I chose to go as a mummy. Since we like to commit fully to our costumes, I did exactly that. To start, I went to a dance supply shop and bought a tan spandex hooded bodysuit. At a medical store, I found long rolls of muslin-like tape which adheres only to itself and sticks well. As odd as it sounds, I also purchased a pack of Goodnights; because my costume would be difficult to remove quickly, I wanted to ensure I wouldn’t make a mess if I needed the bathroom.

On Halloween day, I returned home from school, ate some food, checked my email, and then began assembling my outfit. First, I slipped on the Goodnight underneath the bodysuit; it fit me perfectly. Then I pulled up the hood and adjusted everything. Starting at my feet, I wrapped each leg individually all the way upward, doing the same for my arms. I continued wrapping around my torso and up to my neck. From the neck down, I looked like a mummy. Finally, I wound tape all around my head so that only my mouth and eyes were visible.

With about twenty minutes remaining before the party started, I decided to use the time for some self-bondage. I am a huge fan of being tied up, though I keep this secret and do it privately. First, I stuffed a handkerchief into my mouth and wrapped tape around my head to secure the gag in place. Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t tell that I was gagged underneath. Next, I taped both legs together seamlessly. To be safe, I placed my scissors on the bed within reach. I wrapped tape around each hand forming a loose fist, assuming I could open them easily if needed. With the roll of tape attached to my wrist, I crossed my wrists and used the bedpost to wind the tape around them several times, binding them together.

I lay down carefully on the bed and looked at myself in the closet door mirror. I appeared nearly like a mummy, bound tightly as if ready for a sarcophagus. Glancing at the clock, seeing that fifteen minutes remained, I reclined back and enjoyed my situation.

A knock at the door woke me; I realized quickly that I must have dozed off. Then it hit me: I was tied and gagged, and couldn’t free my hands easily. Another knock came, followed by the door opening to reveal my older sister Sarah. She was dressed as a ballerina from head (with her hair in a bun) down to feet wearing ballet slippers, complete with pink tights, a leotard, and a tutu.

She walked in and commented on how great my costume looked, except that I wasn’t quite finished enough to look like a real mummy. I tried asking her to release me but only managed mumbles. She misunderstood my sounds as agreement and said she would help. She sat me up—I was helpless to stop it—and used another roll of tape to wrap around my upper torso multiple times, fully securing my arms to my chest and banishing any hope of escape. Sarah snipped the excess tape with her scissors and patted the end down on my back. I kept mumbling throughout, but she assumed I was just chatting casually and thanking her.

She then walked to the door and said she would get our mom to help carry me out to the main room for the party. I felt nervous, embarrassed, yet excited all at once. Sarah thought I intended to remain bound and gagged for the event, so that is how I likely stayed.

Soon my mother entered with Sarah. My mom was dressed as a little girl; she wore light green footie pajamas, had her hair in pigtails, carried a bib around her neck on a ribbon, and held a pacifier. She giggled with excitement at my appearance. They soon carried me out to the living room and settled me onto the couch. Hearing the commotion, my younger sister Ashlee walked out of her room dressed as a pirate, complete with an eye patch and toy sword.

Sarah and Ashlee sat on either side of me while everyone commented on how good our costumes looked; I just sat quietly in my bonds. When mom went to put a movie on, Sarah and Ashlee took advantage of my restraints to tickle my sides. I squirmed as best I could and tried making noise to get my mother’s attention. She turned around and told me that since I had chosen helplessness, I would have to deal with the consequences. They tickled me a bit longer before settling in for the film.

Even though it wasn’t part of my original plan, I was loving every moment of being tied up in front of my family. About halfway through the movie, my sisters asked about snacks and drinks. They paused the film and all stood up to go to the kitchen. Ashlee called back to me asking if I was coming, but then giggled that since I was tied up, I should just wait there.

They returned shortly with sodas and pizza. My mom asked Sarah to remove the tape holding my arms so I could eat. Then Sarah asked if she could simply remove the tape from my mouth and feed me instead. Mom agreed it was a perfect idea since I was playing the role of a mummy and shouldn’t be fully mummified anyway.

As Sarah removed the tape around my mouth, she realized I had stuffed a hankie inside. She took it out and noted how thoroughly I had gone about gagging myself, then asked if I did this just for the costume or because I genuinely liked being tied up and gagged. When mom told me to answer truthfully, I hesitated before admitting that yes, I really did like it. I blushed as I said it. Both sisters giggled while Mom shushed them and noted how much fun the night would be since she planned to keep me bound all evening.

Sarah drank her soda from a glass and handed mine over with a straw; Ashlee sipped hers directly from the bottle (she felt it made her more pirate-like), and my mom, staying in character, drank from a large baby bottle. She fed me pizza and gave me soda, joking that I should probably wear the bib instead of our mother. Mom playfully guarded hers, insisting it was part of her costume.

We continued watching the movie and eating dinner while my sister fed me. I loved every moment of it, even if it was somewhat embarrassing.

After the first film, mom suggested we go out for ice cream. Initially disappointed about being untied but excited for the treat, I watched as she asked Sarah to help carry me to the car—only then did I realize I would remain bound during the outing. They set me in the passenger seat and buckled me in. I tried to protest, but mom told me that since I wanted this experience, I had no choice but to stay like this; she even mentioned putting the gag back in if needed.

When we arrived at Sonic, it didn’t seem busy. Mom ordered what we all wanted while we chatted during the wait. She put me on the spot by asking why I liked being tied up so much. After my explanation, mom said she understood and could accept my desires without issue. The attractive waitress brought our ice cream and commented on all of our costumes, particularly noting how well-bound I looked. Mom told her that since I loved it, she would just have to feed me the ice cream. The waitress replied that perhaps I should use the bib after all.

This time my mom agreed. While the waitress was still there, she placed the bib around my neck and spoon-fed me the ice cream. The waitress, my mother, and sisters laughed at the scene; if I hadn’t been so embarrassed, I might have found it funny too.

Thinking about visiting my friends’ place, that would be truly embarrassing. Back home, my sisters sprawled out on the floor while I lay on the couch, resting my head against my mother’s fleece-covered lap as we began another film. Sometime during the opening credits, I drifted off and woke up roughly halfway through. Both of my sisters were fast asleep on the ground, covered with blankets and pillows. I told my mom I was thirsty; since she didn’t want to get up and her bottle was close by, she used it to give me a drink. I reminded her that I wasn’t a baby, but she just said this way was easiest while lying down. So there I was, restrained and lounging on my mother’s lap as she fed me juice from the baby bottle. After thanking her for the juice, I started to close my eyes again. Just as I was halfway back to sleep, I felt her slip a large pacifier into my mouth. I was too tired and comfortable to resist it anyway; besides, it felt nice.

When I woke up next time, my sisters were standing over me, giggling at the pacifier. I spat it out and told them to be quiet. After a moment, Sarah asked if I had tied myself up before. Giggling back, I said I had done it a few times, but not often. I explained that while I hadn’t planned on being stuck tonight, my gag was so secure that I couldn’t let Sarah know. Sarah laughed heartily at how she had bound me against my will, believing she was helping out. My mom chuckled too, then adopted a serious expression and told me it was very dangerous to do this alone, adding that she didn’t want me doing so by myself. She said either she or the sisters would be happy to tie me up but insisted that doing it on your own is careless.

Then, in a playful tone, she declared that since I had been such a naughty boy, she was going to give me eighteen spankings—one for each year of my age. Before I could protest, she turned me over and swatted my diaper-clad bottom. The slaps weren’t hard, and I giggled through them all, but after a few, I felt a sudden urge to urinate. By the tenth spank, I couldn’t hold it back any longer and let go into the goodnight. Fortunately, I had it on properly, so there was no leak. When my mom finished, she commented that wearing a diaper was smart of me since removing my costume would be difficult. At this point, my sisters were rolling around in laughter on the floor, amused both by my spankings and the idea of me being in diapers. My mom quickly shot them an annoyed look and reminded them they weren’t too old to go back into nappies themselves. I was certainly embarrassed.

As evening deepened, my mom announced it was time for bed. She untaped the tape holding my legs together so I could walk with her to my room to remove my costume. My sisters hugged me goodbye and said they couldn’t wait to tie me up again. In my bedroom, my mother helped unwrap my arms and peel off the bandages. Because my hands were very stiff from hours of stillness, she unzipped my bodysuit and assisted me out of it. I was quite sore from being bound for so long that when my mom insisted on changing my diaper and putting a fresh one on, I didn’t argue despite feeling embarrassed. Crawling into bed wearing the nappy, I drifted off to sleep, thinking about all the tie-ups ahead now that my secret was out. Thanks to my carelessness, I knew I would be tied up much more often in the future.