Chase : 01 - Father-Son Weekend (M/m)
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01 - Father-Son Weekend
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By Chase
Monday, January 23rd 2006 - 10:08:28 PM
Father-Son Weekend
All of my life it seems, I've been fascinated with the idea of taking someone prisoner and tying them up in their white socks. By the tender age of 10 or 11, I'd already managed to tie up (or be tied up) by nearly every girl in the neighborhood,a half dozen bobby-socked babysitters, a cousin or two, a pretty young aunt, my older sister in her cheerleader knee highs, her best friend, and even my own Mom a couple of times in her white, low-cut tennis socks. I'd even conned several of my closest male companions into letting me tie them up and take off their shoes, and for a time, almost every one of our war games in the backyard followed the same routine - with the losing side bound tightly to a tree so the victors could "interrogate" them and tickle torture the soles of their white socked feet.
In fact, about the only person who hadn't made my list so far was my Dad and, for some unexplained reason, I'd found it incredibly hard to even admit to him that I had such secret longings about socks and bondage. For years, I'd fantasized about my father and I playing Cowboys and Indians or secret agent together - anything really that would give him an excuse to take me prisoner and tie me up in my socks. But it was impossible to picture it actually happening someday, and harder still to imagine me tying up my Dad and slipping off his shoes without getting an unmerciful spanking.
For one thing, he never seemed to have enough free time at home and I rarely saw him for more than a few minutes at a time while I was growing up. He was a busy, high-powered business executive in those days who often worked eighteen hours a day, even on weekends, and would leave me detailed memos instead, reminding me to do my homework or mow the grass. The whole thing looked pretty hopeless until one, fantastic summer's evening in the mid-1960s when he suddenly decided to make time to indulge my secret fantasy and instantly made up for all the years of neglect.
I can't recall the exact circumstances now, but for some reason my mother and sisters had to go out of town unexpectedly and left my Dad and I alone together for the weekend. Predictably, my father was like a caged tiger, anxiously pacing around the house and so totally preoccupied with getting back to the office that it wasn't until late that Saturday evening that he began to feel guilty about ignoring me and finally asked if I wanted to play a game or something. I'd been praying for just such an opportunity for years. But even so, when the big moment actually arrived, I nearly blew it and it felt really weird at first asking my own Dad if he'd take me prisoner and tie me up for a while in my white socks.
I figured he'd laugh it off and just walk away. But instead, he sat down and heard me out. Listening and nodding attentively and making mental notes of every tiny detail as little by little, the whole crazy plan came tumbling out of my head. I remember blushing beet red at one point and carefully avoiding his eyes as I reluctantly filled him in on the importance of white socks and how I wanted him to make me take off my own shoes in front of him so he could tickle-torture the bottoms of my bound socked feet.
My father looked concerned, confused (especially about my using the word "torture") but I could tell that he was thinking it all over and finding nothing really dangerous or disturbed about the whole thing. Barely raising an eyebrow as he collected and considered the whole matter as calmly and thoughtfully as if he were hearing out some crazy new sales pitch back in his executive board room.
"You've been watching too much TV." he said finally, shaking his head. "You really want me to do that sort of stuff to you?" He lowered his voice a little, like this was turning into something very personal and private, just between the two of us. "Tie you up? You sure?"
"Yeah... really. I'm sure." I stammered, nervously staring down at my sneakers.
"In your socks too, I suppose." he added, flashing me a faint smile. "Your white socks, right?"
"Yeah. You know... I just feel a lot more helpless when somebody takes my shoes off and leaves me in my socks. Especially if they're white socks..."
"Uh huh. I've heard enough." he droned.
I thought for sure he was going to shoot me down and I was already kicking myself for building my hopes up in the first place when my father suddenly grinned and nodded.
"Okay, come on. I'll tie you up in the garage for a while." he chuckled mischievously, getting up from his chair. "Hands behind your back." he ordered. "You're my prisoner now, remember?"
Too excited to even speak, I clasped my wrists together and eagerly did exactly as I was told. My knees already shaking with anticipation as my Dad guided me out to our dimly-lit garage with his powerful grip and sat me down on the bare concrete floor. His tall, dark figure towering over me as he quickly uncoiled the clothesline piled in my mom's laundry basket.
"I'm sure your Mother will understand." he laughed, snipping the cord into separate lengths with a pair of garden shears.
He smiled and gathered up the rope. Then glanced down at my outstretched feet, his attention momentarily drawn to the narrow flash of cotton sock peeking out from beneath my jeans.
"Hmmm. What about the socks?" he asked, sounding very businesslike and matter of fact for the moment. "You're wearing white socks, right?"
"Ye... yes, sir." I murmured.
"Good. Just double checking." he said. "I want you to take off your shoes for me, okay?"
"When? Now?"
"Yes, right now." he insisted. "In front of me. I want to watch you take off your own shoes."
It was all happening so suddenly and unexpectedly that at first all I could do was nod and stare down numbly at the tops of my sneakers. Amazed at how thrilling and exciting it was to be teased and humiliated in this new way by my own father. That he was actually playing along with my fantasy, remembering every detail, letting it happen for real. Encouraging it even.
"Well? Get your shoes off!" he ordered. "I want to see you in those white socks. Now!"
Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly tore at the tangle of frayed cotton laces on my sneakers. Then slipped my Keds off by the heels, timidly hiding one well-worn and vulnerable white socked foot behind the other while my Dad knelt beside me and quickly cinched my wrists together behind my back.
"You won't get out of this one." he hissed, knotting off the rope with a surprisingly experienced hand.
"Keep your feet together." he ordered, pulling a second cord around my knees. "I want those heels touching. That's right... yeah... like that. Arch your feet for me."
I could feel him pulling the rope taut, his free hand already stroking the bottoms of my soft, damp white crew socks, teasing the tops of my tightly clenched toes.
"Mmmm...yeah... I'm gonna have to torture you on your socks for a while." he sneered, gripping my heels in the palm of his hand as he knotted the third and final rope around my ankles. "Sure hope you're feeling ticklish tonight."
I could feel my heart racing, pumping harder by the minute as I offered up the bottoms of my bound socked feet to my father. My whole body bucking and vibrating to life a split second later as he limbered up his fingers and began lightly trailing them over the soles of my socks.
With much of the initial awkwardness and embarrassment now well behind us, and plenty of time still on the clock, my Dad treated me to one of the most memorable bondage fantasies I'd ever had - even rolling me flat on my stomach at one point and pinning the tops of my feet to the garage floor so he could tickle torture the sensitive soles of my white socks from heel to toe for the better part of the next half hour. Allowing little breathers in between of course, so I could collect my senses and listen to what he was going to do to my helplessly bound feet next, before he inched his fingertips over the bottoms of my turned up socked soles all over again.
Sadly, although my father and I talked later about organizing a re-match someday (with maybe him as the prisoner this time) that evening still stands out in my mind as one of the finest times we ever shared together. I still fondly remember every exciting moment of that first time. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it too.
Chase
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Tuesday, January 24th 2006 - 06:25:47 PM
Replies...
Hey, thanks for the positive feedback everyone! Looks like I'm going to have to get busy with those stories I promised you. I hoped that someone would request my Mom. I'd love to start there if that's okay and continue on with the other girls I've tied and tickled in socks. The first time tying and tickling my Mom was short but wonderful. She looked great in white socks, especially tied up outside with her shoes off.
I was doing the math last night and finally figured out that my first real bondage experience with the girl next door came at the age of 8! That relationship lasted about five years, so there's plenty to tell.
And yes, I did finally have a chance to tie up my Dad a few times after our first sock bondage encounter. That kind of broke the ice, so it was pretty easy after that since he knew exactly what I wanted. It was just a question of him making time for me, and he was always very cautious about making sure that no one else was around when we started tying each other up. I think that you'll enjoy hearing about the time that he let me tie him up after work. It was a thrill slowly unlacing his gleaming black dress shoes (that I always polished for him, by the way) and tickling the daylights out of his navy blue socks while he struggled against the ropes. I had no idea my Dad was so ticklish! He wasn't thrilled with the idea of wearing white socks though, but I did manage to talk him into it a couple of times.
I really appreciate your comments and suggestions. I never thought that anyone really wanted to hear about my childhood antics. Great to hear from you all!
Chase
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Chase's stories
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section
01 - Father-Son Weekend
Story index at the bottom
By Chase
Monday, January 23rd 2006 - 10:08:28 PM
Father-Son Weekend
All of my life it seems, I've been fascinated with the idea of taking someone prisoner and tying them up in their white socks. By the tender age of 10 or 11, I'd already managed to tie up (or be tied up) by nearly every girl in the neighborhood,a half dozen bobby-socked babysitters, a cousin or two, a pretty young aunt, my older sister in her cheerleader knee highs, her best friend, and even my own Mom a couple of times in her white, low-cut tennis socks. I'd even conned several of my closest male companions into letting me tie them up and take off their shoes, and for a time, almost every one of our war games in the backyard followed the same routine - with the losing side bound tightly to a tree so the victors could "interrogate" them and tickle torture the soles of their white socked feet.
In fact, about the only person who hadn't made my list so far was my Dad and, for some unexplained reason, I'd found it incredibly hard to even admit to him that I had such secret longings about socks and bondage. For years, I'd fantasized about my father and I playing Cowboys and Indians or secret agent together - anything really that would give him an excuse to take me prisoner and tie me up in my socks. But it was impossible to picture it actually happening someday, and harder still to imagine me tying up my Dad and slipping off his shoes without getting an unmerciful spanking.
For one thing, he never seemed to have enough free time at home and I rarely saw him for more than a few minutes at a time while I was growing up. He was a busy, high-powered business executive in those days who often worked eighteen hours a day, even on weekends, and would leave me detailed memos instead, reminding me to do my homework or mow the grass. The whole thing looked pretty hopeless until one, fantastic summer's evening in the mid-1960s when he suddenly decided to make time to indulge my secret fantasy and instantly made up for all the years of neglect.
I can't recall the exact circumstances now, but for some reason my mother and sisters had to go out of town unexpectedly and left my Dad and I alone together for the weekend. Predictably, my father was like a caged tiger, anxiously pacing around the house and so totally preoccupied with getting back to the office that it wasn't until late that Saturday evening that he began to feel guilty about ignoring me and finally asked if I wanted to play a game or something. I'd been praying for just such an opportunity for years. But even so, when the big moment actually arrived, I nearly blew it and it felt really weird at first asking my own Dad if he'd take me prisoner and tie me up for a while in my white socks.
I figured he'd laugh it off and just walk away. But instead, he sat down and heard me out. Listening and nodding attentively and making mental notes of every tiny detail as little by little, the whole crazy plan came tumbling out of my head. I remember blushing beet red at one point and carefully avoiding his eyes as I reluctantly filled him in on the importance of white socks and how I wanted him to make me take off my own shoes in front of him so he could tickle-torture the bottoms of my bound socked feet.
My father looked concerned, confused (especially about my using the word "torture") but I could tell that he was thinking it all over and finding nothing really dangerous or disturbed about the whole thing. Barely raising an eyebrow as he collected and considered the whole matter as calmly and thoughtfully as if he were hearing out some crazy new sales pitch back in his executive board room.
"You've been watching too much TV." he said finally, shaking his head. "You really want me to do that sort of stuff to you?" He lowered his voice a little, like this was turning into something very personal and private, just between the two of us. "Tie you up? You sure?"
"Yeah... really. I'm sure." I stammered, nervously staring down at my sneakers.
"In your socks too, I suppose." he added, flashing me a faint smile. "Your white socks, right?"
"Yeah. You know... I just feel a lot more helpless when somebody takes my shoes off and leaves me in my socks. Especially if they're white socks..."
"Uh huh. I've heard enough." he droned.
I thought for sure he was going to shoot me down and I was already kicking myself for building my hopes up in the first place when my father suddenly grinned and nodded.
"Okay, come on. I'll tie you up in the garage for a while." he chuckled mischievously, getting up from his chair. "Hands behind your back." he ordered. "You're my prisoner now, remember?"
Too excited to even speak, I clasped my wrists together and eagerly did exactly as I was told. My knees already shaking with anticipation as my Dad guided me out to our dimly-lit garage with his powerful grip and sat me down on the bare concrete floor. His tall, dark figure towering over me as he quickly uncoiled the clothesline piled in my mom's laundry basket.
"I'm sure your Mother will understand." he laughed, snipping the cord into separate lengths with a pair of garden shears.
He smiled and gathered up the rope. Then glanced down at my outstretched feet, his attention momentarily drawn to the narrow flash of cotton sock peeking out from beneath my jeans.
"Hmmm. What about the socks?" he asked, sounding very businesslike and matter of fact for the moment. "You're wearing white socks, right?"
"Ye... yes, sir." I murmured.
"Good. Just double checking." he said. "I want you to take off your shoes for me, okay?"
"When? Now?"
"Yes, right now." he insisted. "In front of me. I want to watch you take off your own shoes."
It was all happening so suddenly and unexpectedly that at first all I could do was nod and stare down numbly at the tops of my sneakers. Amazed at how thrilling and exciting it was to be teased and humiliated in this new way by my own father. That he was actually playing along with my fantasy, remembering every detail, letting it happen for real. Encouraging it even.
"Well? Get your shoes off!" he ordered. "I want to see you in those white socks. Now!"
Snapping back to reality, I hurriedly tore at the tangle of frayed cotton laces on my sneakers. Then slipped my Keds off by the heels, timidly hiding one well-worn and vulnerable white socked foot behind the other while my Dad knelt beside me and quickly cinched my wrists together behind my back.
"You won't get out of this one." he hissed, knotting off the rope with a surprisingly experienced hand.
"Keep your feet together." he ordered, pulling a second cord around my knees. "I want those heels touching. That's right... yeah... like that. Arch your feet for me."
I could feel him pulling the rope taut, his free hand already stroking the bottoms of my soft, damp white crew socks, teasing the tops of my tightly clenched toes.
"Mmmm...yeah... I'm gonna have to torture you on your socks for a while." he sneered, gripping my heels in the palm of his hand as he knotted the third and final rope around my ankles. "Sure hope you're feeling ticklish tonight."
I could feel my heart racing, pumping harder by the minute as I offered up the bottoms of my bound socked feet to my father. My whole body bucking and vibrating to life a split second later as he limbered up his fingers and began lightly trailing them over the soles of my socks.
With much of the initial awkwardness and embarrassment now well behind us, and plenty of time still on the clock, my Dad treated me to one of the most memorable bondage fantasies I'd ever had - even rolling me flat on my stomach at one point and pinning the tops of my feet to the garage floor so he could tickle torture the sensitive soles of my white socks from heel to toe for the better part of the next half hour. Allowing little breathers in between of course, so I could collect my senses and listen to what he was going to do to my helplessly bound feet next, before he inched his fingertips over the bottoms of my turned up socked soles all over again.
Sadly, although my father and I talked later about organizing a re-match someday (with maybe him as the prisoner this time) that evening still stands out in my mind as one of the finest times we ever shared together. I still fondly remember every exciting moment of that first time. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it too.
Chase
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Tuesday, January 24th 2006 - 06:25:47 PM
Replies...
Hey, thanks for the positive feedback everyone! Looks like I'm going to have to get busy with those stories I promised you. I hoped that someone would request my Mom. I'd love to start there if that's okay and continue on with the other girls I've tied and tickled in socks. The first time tying and tickling my Mom was short but wonderful. She looked great in white socks, especially tied up outside with her shoes off.
I was doing the math last night and finally figured out that my first real bondage experience with the girl next door came at the age of 8! That relationship lasted about five years, so there's plenty to tell.
And yes, I did finally have a chance to tie up my Dad a few times after our first sock bondage encounter. That kind of broke the ice, so it was pretty easy after that since he knew exactly what I wanted. It was just a question of him making time for me, and he was always very cautious about making sure that no one else was around when we started tying each other up. I think that you'll enjoy hearing about the time that he let me tie him up after work. It was a thrill slowly unlacing his gleaming black dress shoes (that I always polished for him, by the way) and tickling the daylights out of his navy blue socks while he struggled against the ropes. I had no idea my Dad was so ticklish! He wasn't thrilled with the idea of wearing white socks though, but I did manage to talk him into it a couple of times.
I really appreciate your comments and suggestions. I never thought that anyone really wanted to hear about my childhood antics. Great to hear from you all!
Chase
__________________________________________________________________________
Chase's stories
- 01 - Father-Son Weekend (M/m)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section