Sally was awakened in the morning by the sunlight streaming through her bedroom window. The little girl stretched, and looked at the alarm clock. It was just after 8:00.

She had slept really well that night, once she finally fell asleep. When she went to bed she could not help but think of her Mother, helpless bound, gagged and blindfolded in the next room. "Was she having fun?" the little girl thought to herself. "Was she able to sleep any?"

Sally tried to imagine what it must be like. She closed her eyes, and folded her legs at the knee until she was able to grasp her feet with the hands behind her back. It was uncomfortable! She imagined that she was Mommy, and Daddy had done that to her. Would she like it? Did all men and women do it? Was it part of making babies? These thoughts ran through Sally's head until she feel asleep.

Sally used the bathroom, and then put on her robe. She started down stairs, and then stopped. Should she release Mommy? Did she have to go to the bathroom? Was she asleep? Obviously Mommy was in no position to tell Sally what to do....the decision was in her hands. "Gee," thought Sally, "it's almost like I am now the Mommy, and she is the little girl!"

She glanced over at Angie's closed door. It would not do for Angie to wake up while she was in the midst of untying their Mother. Better to let Angie get up and leave first. Sally went down stairs and turned on the TV. About an hour later her sister Angie appeared. The 12 year old looked really cute in short shorts that showed off her long, tanned legs and a little top that accentuated the small mounds of the girl's budding breasts. "I'm off!" said Angie. "Tell Mom I will be home by 3:00." The door closed behind her.

In the end, the Sally's decision to release her Mother was determined less by Jan's wishes than by Sally's need for her Mom to drive her to soccer practice after lunch. Sally had her juice, took a shower, fixed her hair in a pony tail and put on her blue and white uniform. Finally, at about 10:30 she opened her Mother's bedroom door.

"Mom?" she said.

"Mmmm...mmmm...mmmm....mmm," whimpered Jan.

Sally pulled back the heavy bedclothes, and looked at her Mother. The woman's nightgown was soaked, and her hair and the silk blindfold were damp with sweat. A stream of saliva seeped out around the gag, and dribbled down her chin and onto her pillow.

Sally was aghast at her Mom's appearance.

"Are you OK, Mom?" asked a concerned Sally as she reached over and untied the blindfold. Jan blinked at the sudden bright light, her eyes red and bloodshot from the stinging sweat and lack of sleep.

Quickly Sally picked up the master key, and unlocked Jan's feet from her wrists. "Mmmmmmm," she groaned with relief. Sally unlocked the cuffs from her Mom's elbows, then the shackles connecting her ankles. Jan managed to sit up, and presented her cuffed wrists to her daughter to be unlocked. Sally quickly complied, and Jan flexed her fingers as they began to tingle.

Sally stood meekly watching as her Mom raised her hands behind her head to unbuckle the gag. "She is really going to be mad," thought the little girl, remembering all the "extra helpless" changes she had added to her Mother's restraints. Jan was able to open the buckle, and then tug sharply at the strap until the pin came out of the hole in the strap. The ball pulled from between her lips with a wet, sucking sound and a torrent of drool dribbled down her chin and stained her nightgown.

With her tired eyes still not focusing too well, Jan stared dully into space. Sweat and tears had caused her mascara to run, and streak her cheeks with black rivulets. The gag strap had distorted the corners of her mouth, and left deep grooves in her cheeks. Her wrists bore the indentations of handcuffs pulled too tight by the tension of the hogtie.

The woman took a couple of deep, shuddering breaths, and rubbed the welts on her wrists.

Finally, her tired, bloodshot eyes looked at her daughter.

"Thank you, so much, Baby!" she whispered. "It was wonderful."

She opened her arms, and Sally rushed to give her Mom a big hug.

"Oh, Mom," she said. "I wanted to make you happy, but when I saw you I was afraid it was too much."

"I'll bet I do look a mess, don't I?" said Jan. She glanced at the clock. "Give me time to clean up, and then we will get something to eat, and get you to soccer practice, OK?"

Jan took a hot, stinging shower, dried her hair, and dressed in a summer blouse and shorts. As she did her makeup she noted that the marks from the gag strap were gone.