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LITTLE TIMMY #2 [ part 6 ] When Little Timmy reached the top of the basement stairs he stopped. He realized he was still completely naked, rope marks showing prominently on his wrists and ankles. “Mom!” he yelled. “Mom, are you there?” A few minutes later Little Timmy’s mother stood in front of him, a smile on her face. “Well, I see you’re back. Did you enjoy your tie-up ‘game’?” she asked him. He kind of stood there, unsure how to answer. He really did enjoy it. But how could he tell his mom that? “Yes, mom, I sure did.” “Well, her are new rules. From now on, when you are in or around the house, or outside in back, you are to remain totally naked.” “But, mom, the fence isn’t tall enough for people not to see over! What if someone sees me naked?” “Well, I guess they’ll see you naked. Besides, there’s no sidewalk along our house anywhere, so no one walks along this side of the street. Besides, we’re on a corner lot so there aren’t usually any people around anyway. Those are the rules. Like ‘em or not, those are just the top two rules. Another rule is, whenever you are tied up, I get to ask people over to see you. I will put you on display for them to see.” Little Timmy thought about that. It excited him. For other adults to see him naked and tied up. Like they did last night/today. “Yes, mom,” he said meekly. “Now, go upstairs and get a shower or bath. We’ll eat after while. OK?” “Mom, would you give me a bath, please?” “OK. Take my hand.” With his mom’s hand covering his, they went to the big bathroom where the tub was so big an adult could sit in it with water up to their necks and still not have the tub full. Mommy ran the tub full of really warm water and lots of bubbles. He settled down into the still filling tub, feeling the warm water on his anus, then as it filled up to his genitals, his belly button, his nipples and finally, to his neck. Mommy turned the water off. Little Timmy sat there, just letting the warm water soothe his aching body from being tied up for so long. He felt mommy’s hand on his back, rubbing it up and down and all around. “Little Timmy, get on your hands and knees.” Little Timmy obeyed his mommy. Her hand then began to rub her hand softly all around his soft butt cheeks, gently running a finger up and down his butt crack, even across his aching anus. Her hand felt so good he closed his eyes to enjoy to soothing hand. Soon, she pressed a finger into his anus. He didn’t protest, in fact he moved his bottom and spread his knees apart as far as he could so she could get a better angle on his rear hole. It slid in easily, with all the soapy water swirling around his little body. She reached under him with the same hand and began to caress his very limp penis and testicles. She did not play with him, and he was glad. She just very carefully and gently massaged his testicles and slowly rubbed his penis. Yes, he got an erection, but it wasn’t a sexual erection, but a good feeling kind of erection. “Sit up now, Little Timmy.” He did so. She began to use a soft sponge on him, first taking his left arm and washing it all over, including his armpit, then did the same to his right. She moved the sponge around on his chest, her other hand following it, so easily pinching and twisting and pulling his sore nipples, that he hardly seemed to notice, but notice he did. It felt good. She continued on down, washing his waist and belly button, then finally reaching his genitals where she raised his testicles and washed under them, then on top of them, then all around them. She next wrapped the sponge around his still erect penis, pumping just a little, finally pulling it off. She took his left leg in hand by his foot, then ran the sponge up and down his leg, finally washing between his small perfect toes. Then repeated it with his right leg and foot. “I’m going to run a little more water and add a little more bubbles so you can play awhile.” “OK, mommy.” He looked around. “Where’s my towel to dry off with, mommy? I don’t see one.” “You won’t find one, Little Timmy. When you get out, you will just have to dry off as well as you can with your fingers and otherwise air dry. I have done that many times myself. It feels really good.” “OK, mommy.” Mommy left him to play – whether with one of the 5 bath toys she brought in for him or play with himself, she didn’t care. Timmy chose the second one. He wrapped his right hand around his still hard penis, and began to pump slowly. With his other hand he held his testicles, and began to roll them around and play with them. It took him about ten minutes to finish up, spurting into the bath water several times. He pulled the plug on the tub and just sat there while the water drained almost completely out. He turned on the cold and hot and got them just right, then took handfuls in his little hands and rinsed off the soap as best he could. Little Timmy turned off the taps when he thought he had gotten it all, stepped warily out of the bathtub then ran downstairs to see where mommy was. He could smell something, so he headed for the kitchen. “What are you fixing, mommy?” “Your favorite, spaghetti with meat sauce, with mushrooms, onions, green pepper, tomatoes, and lots of garlic.” Little Timmy did a little naked spaghetti dance, yelling “Yay, yay, yay!” “OK, Little Timmy, enough with the dancing and yelling. It is all almost ready. Go sit down at the table.” Soon mommy brought in the food. He had a glass of iced tea, the spaghetti and meat sauce, and for dessert lots of lime Jell-O. Mommy let him watch TV, lying with his head in her lap, her hand on his little bottom. He fell asleep, and mommy moved and put a pillow under his head and clean sheet over him, then went to bed herself after turning off the TV and the lights.
Part 2 of Part 6
Come morning, Little Timmy awoke on the couch. He slept well. He got up and went to find mommy. She was still in bed, the sheep pulled up over her. He wanted to wake up mommy, and there was one way to do it. He pulled the sheet of her, and got a very big surprise. Mommy was naked! He had never seen his mother naked before. He looked at her, at her bottom, at her breasts, at the hair between her legs. He wondered what that covered up. He got on the bed and began jumping up and down as if it were a trampoline. “Wake up, mommy! Wake up!” he yelled. Mommy opened her eyes, realized she was naked, turned to look at Little Timmy. Well, it wouldn’t do any good to cover up now, and decided that if he had any questions, she would answer them. “What’s for breakfast, mommy?” “What would you like?” she asked, pulling on his hand to bring him down to the bed. She rolled over and hugged him, rolling to her back and grabbing him so he sat atop her. “How about . . . some green eggs and him!” She tickled him. “You know, I don’t have any green eggs and ham today. What else?” She continued to tickle him. It had been a long time since she had really played with her son. Her breasts jiggled as he tried to get away. They were firm, and still stood up fairly straight. “St . . .st . . . stop! Stop!” She stopped. “OK. Now. What would you like for breakfast.” He sat on her stomach and looked down at her breasts. “Mommy, what are these?” he asked as he gently poked her breasts. “Those are called breasts. Every girl eventually grows them. They put out baby milk when a woman has a baby, and the baby puts its mouth over the mommy’s nipple and sucks the milk, so they will be healthy, just like you are.” “Did I drink your milk, mommy?” “You sure did.” “Can I drink some now?” “No, I don’t have any more. After a certain time, a woman’s milk can no longer be produce, that way the baby can go to better and more solid food.” “OK. Breakfast. How about some cinnamon toast and a glass of milk?” “OK. But I will let you in on a little secret. After you eat, you will be tied up in a special way, and some people will be coming over to look at you.” “OK, mommy. That sounds like fun.” After breakfast mommy got dressed, and Little Timmy stayed naked, as per the rule. She took some rope and tightly tied his wrists behind his back. She put the leather blindfold on him, the put the ball gag on as well. She made him get on his knees, crossed his ankles and tied the very tightly with the long lengths of rope left over from thing his wrists. He was bowed backward, his wrists and ankles actually touching. She picked him up and carried him. “I am going to carry somewhere, and you mustn’t struggle when you discover where I am taking you.” In only moments he felt the bright warm sunshine on his naked body. He started screaming, but only little mmmphs sounds came out. Drool had already been oozing out of his mouth and down his chin to drop onto his chest. She lifted him up far enough to slide him over a pole, his wrists and ankles behind it. She had put stakes in the ground, and pulled his knees as wide open as she could, where she wrapped rope around each one then tied them off to the staked. She wrapped rope around his upper body, lower body, then around his legs, tying them all to the pole. He put a collar around his neck, locking it behind the pole as well, immobilizing his head. She tied his testicles, separating each testicle, tying them to the pole, then taking the rope and tying it to his wrists/ankles. His balls were now also immobile. She took twine and wrapped it around his cock head like it was last time, just behind it, yanked the twine up and passed it through a D-ring on the front of his collar, yanked some more until Little Timmy whimpered, and tied it off. She took the ends of the twine, measured the distance to his nipples, then put slip knots around each nipple after pinching and pulling each one out so the slip knot would fasten horribly around his nipples. His nipples were painfully pulled up toward his collar. She added clamps to his nipples, adding insult to injury, so to speak. Lastly, she wrapped some twine around one big toe many times, pulled on it, and wrapped the ends around the other big toe and tied them off to his wrists/ankles. Now, Little Timmy was completely and totally immobilized. But soon, he would find that this was just the beginning of his torture. |