Stories of Tie Up Games

The bar tab was already at two hundred bucks when Jess slapped her palm on the sticky table. "Alright, enough small talk. Let's make this interesting." Across from her, Lauren arched an eyebrow, while Nina leaned forward, her whiskey sloshing dangerously close to the rim of her glass.

Jess pulled a ...

"I still can't believe you agreed to this," Claire said, swirling the pink cocktail in her hand. Ice cubes clinked against the glass as she took a slow sip, her eyes locked on the rope coiled over Miranda's shoulder.

“A bet’s a bet.” Her friend replied , shaking her red curls out if her eyes merely ...

"Hey mum, can you tie me up?" Jamie bounced on the balls of his bare feet, fingers tugging at the frayed hem of his t-shirt. The living room carpet prickled against his soles as he shifted, eyes bright with that particular brand of childish insistence that made refusal feel impossible.

His mother ...

Erin bounced on the balls of her bare feet in the living room, her toes digging into the plush rug as she clutched a roll of duct tape between her hands. The afternoon sun slanted through the blinds, casting striped shadows over her rumpled T-shirt and her aunt's lap,top,as she sat at the tabl ...

At St Catherine’s Academy for wayward girls , young 18+ females who have failed in their rich parents eyes are given strict reeducation and adhere to strict uniform rules as per a 1950s Boarding School.







The intercom buzzed twice—short, sharp, like a slap. Headmistress Graves never buzzed more ...

"Miss Suzanne, hold still!" Jamal's small fingers tugged at the rope coiled around his forearm, tongue poking out in concentration. His knees were grass-stained, one shoelace untied. Behind him, the other kids shrieked and scattered like startled pigeons.

Suzanne flexed her wrists experimentally ...

Two fifty something friends indulge their taboo fantasy with one of their stepdaughters and her friend, but did they bite off more than they could chew.


Vanessa padded round her sitting room, barefoot in jeans and t-shirt, trying to defuse her anxiety by routine domestic dusting. She hadn't felt ...

"Pass the damn pliers." Susan's voice cut through the muggy stillness of the garage. Sweat beaded on her forehead, pink hair plastered to her temples. She didn't look at her mother.

Maggie fumbled in the toolbox, fingers brushing against cold metal and greasy rags. Her knuckles were scraped raw ...

itbwas justbafter 9pm when Chloe and Bex came back from the bitthday celebration. Bex had gine with fiurvfriends to tye cinema dor the latest teen advesture film and yhen onto the plish restaurant formgrown jp,meal (no Burger Bar). So to make the occasion, Bex was wearing red blouse, black mini ...

I’m visioning her working s a barefoot mute kitchen maid, then being arrested part way through the fare, locked in stocks, tickled still gagged and walking home barefoot in costume.

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Chloe should have seen the signs. When her daughter Rebecca first played blindman’s buff she took to walking round the house with a scarf over her eyes. Then hopping round the house, a belt or ribbon tied round her ankles. Or putting tape over her mouth to be “quiet for mummy”. Her favourite ...

There might be more, but remember, he is a child, there will be no pantie gags or sex in this story.

In the quiet town where I lived, there was a woman I called Aunt Julie. She wasn't really my aunt, but she was a close friend of my mother's, and I called her that out of respect and affection. Aunt Julie had a way about her that made you feel both safe and a little nervous at the same time. She had ...

Alan sat on the cold, hard floor of the headmistress's office, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for a hidden escape route. His heart hammered in his chest, the only sound in the otherwise eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. The stiff white shirt he wore clung to his skin, damp with ...

Alan and Alison, both fifteen years old and sharing an unusual yet thrilling hobby, found themselves in a situation they had only dreamt of. They had confided in Alison's mother, Julie, about their peculiar fascination with being tied up, and to their surprise, she had agreed to help them explore it ...

It was an unseasonably warm Saturday morning in the quiet suburb of Willow Creek. The sun had barely crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the rows of identical houses with their neatly trimmed lawns and gleaming windows. The residents of the neighborhood were still tucked in their beds ...

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Three friends in their 50s and 60s have some fun.

”is that too tight dear?”

Carol squirmed in the chair, the rope digging slightly into her wrists as she nodded. Her breaths grew shallower as she felt the knots tighten.

Kathy looked over at Christine, her eyes wide with excitement. She had been ...

Lizzie stepped out of her shiny silver 4x4, her blonde hair fluttering in the crisp autumn breeze. She looked up at the quaint cottage that lay before her, nestled among the fiery red and gold leaves of the surrounding trees. The cottage's ivy-covered walls seemed to beckon her closer, a stark ...

The early morning light danced playfully on the cobblestone street as a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves of the old oak tree standing guard at the town square. It was a quaint sight, reminiscent of a simpler time, when the townsfolk of Gravestock gathered for market days and town meetings ...

The scent of rain-soaked earth filled the air as a gentle breeze whispered through the open kitchen window. Suzanne, her mind a whirl of curiosity and anticipation, glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight, and the quirt of the house was broken only by the occasional creak of a floorboard and ...

Warning, sexual content.

The quiet night in the affluent neighborhood was a pattern of darkness and stillness, punctuated only by the occasional distant bark of a dog and the rhythmic tick of a grandfather clock echoing through the corridors of a seemingly empty mansion. The moon cast a pale glow ...

The morning dew glistened on the leaves outside the kitchen window as Carol sipped her lukewarm coffee. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, a peculiar tension in the air that she hadn't felt in a long time. She had always been meticulous about her schedule, but today she found ...

"You sure about this, Em?"

Paul's eyes darted to the side, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel as they pulled up to the Bed Breakfast And Bondage guest house. The place looked like a country cottage guest house that had been painted brilliant white, and had a brass reef knot for a ...