Stories of Tie Up Games

yes... do please convince him...
Nice start, looking forward to the next parts.

Part Ten - Taken to the Estate

The workmen came quickly, silent and efficient, binding me tighter before lifting the table I was strapped to. The ropes cut into my wrists and ankles as I writhed uselessly, tape choking back my frantic breaths. Boots thudded on polished floors, Greer’s heels ...

Father-son bonding time is important...

Looking forward to the meet the contestants

ooh, I like the reverse concept! the 'what happened to get him in this situation' is quite exciting. Obviously, Charlie had it coming, so all the more sympathy for Camelia for doing the right thing.

dit get a bit confused, I read Rice in stead of Ice,...

Part Nine— The Auction

The room shifted subtly, a ripple of anticipation passing through the guests. Alexander Greer emerged from the shadows, tall and precise, every step deliberate. He carried a slim microphone, its silver gleam catching the spotlight. The murmurs quieted as he reached the ...

My dearest and most daring readers,

Your kindness in receiving these humble sheets has warmed my ink-stained heart. That you delight in a morsel of saucy gossip, dressed in velvet and bound with silk, proves that wit and appetite for scandal are alive and well within our society.

Fear not ...

Huzzah for Epilogues!

does that imply that there will be a sequel to the story?

Special Edition – 1850

The Flight of the Lords

Dearest readers,

At long last, the veil has lifted, and the names that society has so long whispered in shadows are now spoken aloud. The tale that began as a murmur, swelled into scandal, and blossomed into full-blown intrigue has concluded in ...

Edition No. XV – 1849

Bound for Eternity

My beloved readers,

It has at last occurred. The tale I have strung before you, knot by knot, whisper by whisper, has reached its inevitable climax. What began as furtive suspicion among the staff, sharpened into murmurs at the ball, and swelled into ...

Edition No. XIII – 1849

The Noose of Scandal

My insatiable readers,

The whispers I have gathered this fortnight are no longer whispers at all, but a veritable storm — a tempest of speculation and gasps that sweeps from scullery to salon, from the servants’ hall to the House of Lords. Our two ...

Edition No. XI – 1848

A Ballroom Betrayal

My cherished readers,

It is one thing to whisper of scandal behind the closed doors of bedchambers, quite another to glimpse its ghostly hand in the blazing light of society itself. And yet, such was the case at Lady Penbury’s recent ball, where the ...

Edition No. IX – 1848

Whispers of the Staff

My dearest confidants,

If ever one doubted that scandal thrives in the kitchens and servants’ halls more than in the parlours of the nobility, let this week’s morsel banish such doubts forever. For it is the staff—the humble maids, the grooms, the ...

Edition No. VII – 1848

Entwined Beyond Escape

My most ravenous readers,

What greater joy can I provide you than another installment of the tale which has the ton whispering behind fans and fluttering in corridors? Our two lords—the elder, so commanding, and the younger, so obedient—have not ...

Edition No. V – 1848

A Silent Devotion

My ever-curious readers,

Permit me once more to draw back the velvet curtain on that most singular companionship which has set the ton aflutter. Our pair of noble gentlemen—so enviable, so unattainable, and, I daresay, so scandalously entwined—have ...

Edition No. III – 1847

Lessons in Restraint

My dearest readers,

You must forgive me if I pick up the quill once more on the matter of our two noble lords, but such a tale cannot be contained within a single sheet of paper. Indeed, the whispers grow more delicious by the week, as fresh ...

While writing other things, I got sidetracked.

So I present you; A Victorian love affair, Bridgerton Gossip Style.

The Papers of The Silver Quill

Edition No. II – 1847

An Oddly Bound Friendship

My dearest readers,
What delightful scandal shall I serve you this week? None other than a tale ...

Part Eight: The Exhibition Begins


The doors opened, and the first waves of guests spilled into the gallery. The click of polished shoes on marble echoed in the high-ceilinged room. Men in tailored suits, watches that gleamed under the dramatic spotlights, crisp ties, silk pocket squares — wealth ...

this is excelent! nourishment for my nerdy, geeky and kinky heart, all combined. Thank you so much for writing this!

A father who clearly knows what is best for his son.

Gary clearly gets what he deserves.

damn... this is great! In love with the format and storyline!

ooh, the plot thickens. Curious to see what the next plans are...

Part Seven — The Exhibition

The case tilted again. I felt it carried me over polished floors, the faint echo of our footsteps reverberating beneath me. I couldn’t see much — only the shifting shadows as the lid opened slightly — but the air changed immediately: warmer, heavier, with a faint smell ...

Part Six — The Boss

The lid lifted slowly. Light spilled into the case, blinding me for a moment. My eyes watered behind the tape, but I could still make out shapes — the walls of a vast, dimly lit room, punctuated by shadows of tall furniture, racks of mannequins, and industrial lights dangling ...

Jeez, I need to find this festival...
Great story so far, can't wait for the rest of it