Stories of Tie Up Games

Part I

I’ve had a lot of time the last four days to reflect on my life choices. Specifically, my decision to attend Boston University, and my decision to live off campus.

A few nights ago I was at home, watching Thursday Night Football. My family is pretty well off. In addition to paying my ...

“Well that was fun, wasn’t it?” the woman asked rhetorically. “I hope you enjoyed yourself. The girls did, at least.”

I kept my eyes locked on my devious captress, but I gave her no other acknowledgement. After two days, it had become obvious that she was enjoying this. Wanting to loot my ...

The whole thing was an overload to my system. The emotions.

Confusion, over what exactly the hell just happened. And why? The “why” gave way to anxiety.

Desperation, trying to think of a way to make myself heard to the men upstairs.

Anger, at having been manhandled by some pyscho bitch ...

I'm delighted to have my muse back.

At your leisure, my Lady of Knotty.

This was the worst situation that this Evelyn woman had put me in yet. And that was saying a lot.

As if being turned in to a human-sex-ornament wasn’t bad enough, I wasn’t able to persuade a single one of her friends that this wasn’t a joke. And I tried. Every time I heard their heels ...

My manager was waiting for me when I came in through the kitchen entrance. He glanced purposefully at his watch.

“Sorry I’m late, Tom,” I apologized.

“What is that, your family motto?” Tom quipped. He was a nice guy, but we both knew this was starting to become a problem. I opened my ...

I almost couldn’t believe it when the doorbell rang. I couldn’t believe this crazy bitch was actually going through with this lunch.

I had been tied up on the dining room table for close to hour at least. The woman had spent most of that time in the kitchen. For my part, there really wasn’t ...

Even as “My Heart Will Go On” blasted through the living room, all I could do was silently beg for it to end.

The twisted, evil woman had selected “Titanic” to watch during our little game. And I am sure that her selection had more to do with the three and a half hour running length than ...

I had lost all concept of time. I could make out just the slightest trace of light coming from under the door, so I assumed it was morning. But I couldn’t even be sure that the light was sunlight or electric light.

I was sure that I was sore though. As soon as the woman had padded out of earshot ...

I coughed. I tried to cough anyway. I gagged, on my gag. The rag stuffed in my mouth stifled the full cough, and it took me a moment or two fighting for air before I could breath normally.

As I began to calm myself down, I saw my kidnapper. She was uncoiling some rope, but had stopped to watch me ...

The woman had made her point. I had no desire to be tied up in a dress.

I had thought she was gorgeous when we had met an hour ago, but right now I didn’t want this crazy bitch to even touch me, let alone try to undress me and stick me in my mothers clothes. Besides, at least now I knew what ...

“One more lap.”

I had told myself that a dozen times so far. But sometimes you find yourself really enjoying a good workout. We had just opened up the pool a couple of days ago, and the water was so refreshing that I decided to tack a few laps on to my cool down. The morning sun was still ...