Sweet Predicaments (F/M mostly, some F+/M), #16-6, 2025-06-02

[tiedinbluetights]

To quote a certain Brittany Spears, a few years ago now i admit, "Oops i did it again!"

Because, it's CLEAR you said Femdom CHESS, not Femdom cheese! SORRY!


I suppose that's explained by the fact, that whilst i do know the rules of chess itself, and how the various components move, i'm NOT very experienced or skilled at playing the game itself.

no need to apologize! I do consider my own writing pretty cheesy at times! And searching for 'Femdom cheese' has provided some 'interesting' hits; not sure I'll work any of those into stories of mine, they're cheesy enough as is!

[tiedinbluetights]

A little extra chapter, to make it an even 12 instalments, before end of year holidays. Not much bondage, unless you count an electrified chastity cage hidden under a man's business suit.

#12: Stocking Stuffers
(F/M)

Lucille: When's your train
seb: in 30min
Lucille: Pick me up some shiny tights for Xmas

I was out of town on a work related trip, and was waiting to catch a train back home. The train station had an assortment of stores within the main building, which included a women's lingerie store. Over the years, I had bought my wife a number of colourful nylons, stockings and tights from that store whenever I was out of town.

As I headed off towards said store, I felt a mild electrical jolt in my groin. My caged cock, hidden under tights and business suit trousers, had electrodes attached to it, which Lucille could activate remotely through a common app on both our smartphones.

Lucille: You're mine only, remember. Can't wait to have you all to myself ...
seb: me 2 ...

Our last texts were filled with emojis not appropriate and too difficult to reproduce here. Suffice to say that before I walked into the store I did my best to wipe away the inappropriately huge grin on my face in order to look professional instead. I knew exactly the pair of tights to get Lucille: semi-opaque black tights with shiny shimmery gold highlights, to match her green dress she had gotten a couple of weeks earlier.

The store had only two clerks working at the time I entered. There was Josephine, the regular tall brunette who was working the cash register today, and a petite blonde whom I've never seen before, but who reminded me of a classmate I had a crush on decades ago.

"Can I help you with anything, sir?" the petite blonde asked.

"Yes, I'm looking for a specific pair of tights for my wife," I stated, and went on to describe my wife's size and weight.

"Right over here sir." She led me right to them, and handed me the package. Verifying the labels, I was satisfied that she had indeed handed me the correct size and style.

"That's exactly what I wanted to gift her. Thanks ... "

"You can call me Vivienne. You must be one of the few men Josie told me about, who come in here to buy tights for their girlfriends and wives. Wish my husband would do so. Anything else sir?"

"Thanks Vivienne. You can call me Seb; everyone does. I'll just browse around a bit," I added as I handed her back the package, which she took to the cash register.

With a few minutes left to kill before my train arrived, I went to look at the stocking selection and noticed a pair semi-sheer stockings in my favourite shade of blue, thigh-high, with hold-up silicon, just in my size! The hold-up silicon bands were not necessary in my case, as I would attach them with garters to my corset eventually (not here of course, but once back home). I quickly grabbed the package and brought it to the cash register, handing it to Josephine who was already ringing up the bill. Josephine just winked at me as she finalized the bill and handed both packages over to Vivienne so she can place them in the store's bag.

As I paid the bill, Vivienne paused before putting the blue stockings into the bag and quizzically asked, "these appear to be the wrong size sir; do you want me to check if we have it one size smaller in stock?"

"Oh, those aren't for my wife. Those stockings will have my legs for stuffing this Xmas," I said as I winked at Vivienne. She blushed.

"You'll excuse Vivi, won't you Seb? It's her first day, here. I've told her about men who buy for themselves, but you're her very first client to do so."

"No need for excuses. Always a pleasure to shop when I'm in town. Thanks Josie, thanks Vivi." I took the bag from Vivienne, with both pairs in the bag now.

"Do stop by again when you're around this way! Happy holidays!" Josephine wished.

"Happy holidays to both of you too!" I wished as I walked out of the store.

Minutes later, I boarded the train back home. As I was about to take my seat, I had to momentarily pause as another electrical jolt spread through my groin. Lucille's timing was perfect; looking at my smartphone screen, she had left me a series emojis, hearts, lightnings, and kinkier ones ...

[tiedinbluetights]

An other little extra chapter, to make it a baker's dozen, before the New Year.

#13: Tied and Gagged for a Year?
(F/M)

"Comfy?" my sweet newly wed wife asked as she stared into my eyes and comfortably positioned herself onto my lap. I merely muffled something unintelligible through my gag and nodded my head in agreement as I sat bound to an armless dining chair. She giggled.

"You do know that being tied up and gagged for just a few of hours, from New Year's eve to New Year's day, doesn't mean you were tied-up and gagged for a full year," she remarked while still staring into my eyes. I could just make out my own reflection in the pupils of her emerald green eyes. I just shrugged my shoulders as much as I could in my tight bonds.

Lucille and I had decided to spend our very first New Year's celebrations as a married couple just by ourselves in our small rental apartment. After a lovely dinner, followed by what newly wed vanilla couples do effortlessly, we took a long hot shower together, and then got this kinky idea for me to be bound and gagged as the year switched.

After our shower, Lucille had switched into comfy flannel pyjamas I had gotten her for Xmas. For me, however, I pulled on a pair of burgundy opaque tights, Lucille's favourite colour, and a black, mock-turtlenecked, long-sleeved, leotard. Lucille tied my wrists behind the armless chair using regular white cotton rope, then tied my torso to the chair at the waist and just above and below my pectorals with more white rope. My legs were were tied together at the ankles, and just above the knees, all using white rope. My thighs were also tied together and then tied to the seat of the chair. A last length of rope, cinched between my ankles, pulled my feet under the chair and onto their tiptoes as it was anchored to my wrist bindings. Lifting my toes off the floor would put pressure on my wrists. Finally, the panties she wore before our shower were stuffed into my mouth and several rounds of silver duct tape around my mouth and back of neck held them in place. The TV was set to some station that was counting down to midnight.

Having positioned herself comfortably on my lap, a glass of cheap bubbly white wine in her left hand, Lucille grabbed her cherry red lipstick tube from our small dining table with her right hand. Taking a sip of wine, and laying her glass down on a small coffee table to her left, she proceeded to trace my lips out through the duct tape with her lipstick.

When the announcer on the TV stated that there were just 5 minutes left to the current year, Lucille scuttled up to my crotch, my fully erect cock clearly trying to poke through its confined by tights and leotard prison. She shook her head, sending her waist-long wavy ginger curls all over her back and shoulders, and with deep emerald green piercing eyes stared right into the very core of my soul and whispered "make me cum for a whole year ..."

[LunaDog]

A rather 'special' New Year's evening that Lucille subjects you to, then?

[tiedinbluetights]

A rather 'special' New Year's evening that Lucille subjects you to, then?

Wouldn't have it any other 'special' way! This one is based on an occasional real tradition we keep!

[LunaDog]

A rather 'special' New Year's evening that Lucille subjects you to, then?

Wouldn't have it any other 'special' way! This one is based on an occasional real tradition we keep!

Good in You!

[meshuggah84]

Thankyou ;

[tiedinbluetights]

Thankyou ;

Well, you have my thanks in return; seems that this is your first post @meshuggah84, so you're most welcome. I do hope you will find plenty of other stories to comment on and perhaps even write some of your own . Welcome to the board

For those who are curious if I will continue this series: January and February are always down-time and very slow months for social media stuff for me (but high-octane work time). I may return to this one, or another one that's been in hiatus for a long while.

[tiedinbluetights]

#14: Imminent Release
(F/M)

"I'm bored."

On no! I thought to myself. There was nothing I could do about my sweet wife's lament in my current predicament. She had me securely--to near perfect immobility--strapped down to her bed and in tightest hogtie ever! I couldn't roll or squirm away from the lackadaisical flutters of the feather she was using to gently tickle the soles of my nylon/spandex clad and tightly bound feet, rope binding my ankles together to my wrists and arms; the custom made navy-blue nylon/spandex catsuit that covered me head to toe, was footed as to have individual toe sleeves, which had allowed my wife to bind my toes together as well.

She had already cum multiple times--I've lost-count--by humping my gagged, hooded, blindfolded face between her legs. The sweet aroma of her cum wafted through the small nostril grommets of the hood, the only air I could breathe. I had heard her sweet moans as she delighted in each of her orgasms; any moans of my own would have been completely muffled and inaudible through panty-stuffed mouth, gag and hood.

But I had lost count how long ago that was: minutes, hours, only she knew, if she kept notice at all. Now, I just felt her lie next to me gently stroking that feather against the sensitive soles of my feet with one hand, sending inescapable ticklish shivers through my body. Ticklish shivers that would have normally had me cum several times too, had I not been locked in my chastity cage with metal spiked Kali's teeth.

"I'm bored," she repeated.

I knew what that meant. Imminent release from my bound predicament and from nothing else. I would be untied, my sore muscles slightly massaged in the process, and soon sweeter pleasures than my longing to cum myself would follow: us embracing, spooning and cocooning as she would finally be able to hear the sweet, tender, loving words I'd whisper into her ears ...

[tiedinbluetights]

I'm testing out a theory. Based on the characters from all the short stories/vignettes so far in this series (summarized below), if I was to continue this series, which of the poll choices at the top of the page would you prefer the next instalment to be about?

Summary of Characters

• Sebastian (me and first person narrator, slave-hubby to my Wife)
• Lucille (Wife, urologist, Dom)
• Melanie (Wife's GF, Dom)
• Amelie (Orthopaedic surgeon, Dom)
• Candice (Nurse in urology dept., Dom)
• Madelaine (Psychiatrist, Dom)
• Miranda (Younger cousin, administrative assistant to Madelaine, Dom)
• Janice (Older cousin, clinical psychologist, Dom)
• Guy (Slave-hubby of Melanie, not introduced up till this point)

Choices were in the poll (for posterity sake)

• F/M with just my wife (Lucille) subjecting me (Sebastian) to some tickle torture predicament
• FF/M both my wife and her GF (Melanie) having fun while I'm chair-tied nearby (unable to see) (2 votes out of 4)
• FF/M two friends of my wife's (Amelie and Candice) tickling me while I'm in some unlikely suspension bondage (no blindfold, able to see) (1 vote out of 4, first)
• FF/MM my wife and her GF finally have both me and Melanie's own hubby-slave (Guy) tied-up in some bizarre predicament
• FF/MM (no sex) my cousins (Janice and Miranda) are "babysitting" me and Guy, while wife and GF are on a lover's getaway (1 vote out of 4)

[tiedinbluetights]

#15: The Chair
(FF/M)

"It's surprisingly comfy!" I heard Melanie say. Her sultry voice came loud and clear through the Bluetooth earbuds held firmly in place by the leather sensory deprivation hood I had on. I felt the pressure on my thighs and legs shift as someone's arm came to rest against the leather encased soles of my up-turned feet.

"I'm glad you like it my love!" Lucille's angelic voice always made my heart swell with joy. Pity I had to be always blindfolded when Wife/Mistress had her lover over. I could imagine she meant that statement for both of us as I was greatly liking my current predicament.

Years ago, when Lucille and I were first dating, we visited a local art museum where there was an exhibition of kink related art. She was somewhat displeased to see three erotic sculptures by an artist named Allen Jones. We had already established a female-led relationship at the time, so I jokingly whispered in her ear "what if I or other men were in those positions." I recalled a sweet smile forming on her lips as she turned to me, and whispered sweetly "perhaps one day."

And now decades later, in our own home, in our finished basement converted to a gym and dungeon play space, there I was fully encased in a leather mummy bag with a sensory deprivation hood, a leather seat strapped to my thighs, and another leather cushion strapped to my calves, and my thighs further strapped to my upper body. The position was quite the strain, but I kept my utmost focus on remaining steady for my lovely Wife and her lover.

Lucille's and Melanie's moans filled my ears as I heard them start to make out, one of them sitting onto the lap of the other as the pressure on my thighs, calves and the damn Kali's teeth lining the chastity cage I had to wear all increased. And the moaning almost completely stopped, as Lucille must have shut of the microphones connected to my earbuds. No sound, no light, just the shifting pressures against the chair I had become for two female lovers passionately making out.

What a sweet predicament!

[LunaDog]

indeed, a 'sweet predicament' to be in.

[tiedinbluetights]

indeed, a 'sweet predicament' to be in.

Thanks for the comment!

[tiedinbluetights]

My apologies if this WARNING breaks the flow, but I do find it important to highlight that while the multi-part story that follows was inspired by some fetish video I saw, it remains purely fictional and should not be attempted to be reproduced in real life! Real life obeys the laws (and calls) of nature; pesky stuff wilfully ignored in most stories, even in bondage fiction.

#16-1: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

Muffled feminine laughter and the occasional "clatter-clatter" of high-heels against a hard wood floor were the only reminders that I was not actually flying free, as I imagined myself currently doing, but actually quite severely bound and suspended face-down from a horizontal beam; I was, nevertheless, floating in blissful subspace.

Earlier in the day my sweet Wife-Mistress Lucille had tied me to a bespoke bondage furniture in our recently renovated basement. The furniture in question consisted of a thick horizontal wooden beam with multiple anchor hooks and held up a couple of feet off the ground by two sturdy wooden A-frames at either end. The whole "suspension frame" was about 7-feet long and fit between two padded support columns in the basement. The base of each A-frame was significantly wider than the horizontal beam, but to further stabilize the furniture, temporary attachments from each support column to the nearest A-frame were used.

Three thick leather straps were locked from the horizontal beam to ankle, knee and thigh cuffs that kept my legs, clad in sky-blue tights, tied together and suspended above the padded floor, exposed soles of my feet near the beam facing upwards. My upper body was clad in a gloved, long-sleeved mock-turtlenecked black leotard with a chest harness above it, and that harness in turn locked dangling from the beam with three more thick leather straps. My arms were held together by wrist and elbow cuffs and also suspended behind my back from the horizontal beam with two locking leather straps. To complete my suspension, Lucille had stuffed my mouth with her worn panties, wrapped a few layers of microfoam tap around my mouth, and suspended my head from the beam with two last locking leather straps: one around the forehead and one around the mouth.

Before heading back upstairs to change and receive her guests, Lucille playfully tickled my exposed feet for a few seconds, causing me to squirm and sway side to side. The suspension frame held firm without a sound as my own giggles were effectively muffled.

"Have fun hanging around, dear subby-hubby!" Lucille sweetly had teased as she closed the door to our basement dungeon behind her, leaving me alone, but monitored through our intercom system.

And so I floated there blissfully oblivious to the passage of time, mildly aware of Lucille and her guests one floor above me, and occasionally swaying from my attempts at stretches. Not blindfolded, I focused on the patterns of the rubber padded floor mere inches below me. I imagined flying over an endless expanse still water, when I suddenly jerked, as not one, but two pairs of feminine hands touched the exposed soles of my feet and the backs of my knees ...

(to be continued...)

[LunaDog]

Whilst what you describe here sounds like fun, the warning at the start of this post IS very relevant. Mind you, good story and well told!

[milagros317]

#16 looks like a great chapter to me!

[tiedinbluetights]

Whilst what you describe here sounds like fun, the warning at the start of this post IS very relevant. Mind you, good story and well told!

Thanks @LunaDog for the supportive comment. The next installment should appear before Monday. And yes, if you google "suspended for tickling full length bdsm" (MA, 18+) you will see where I got the idea. I cannot find more info as to who the models are, but the one in the bondage predicament sure seems like a top-notch gymnast or some other type of professional with obvious core strength. Nevertheless, I suspect they was a lot of cuts with plenty of proper care in between takes. I've always been more interested in "making-of" videos because of my interests, but I've rarely ever been able to find those for our niche interests.

[tiedinbluetights]

#16 looks like a great chapter to me!

Thanks @milagros317 ! I hope you will like the continuation (hopefully at the latest sometime before Monday).

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-2: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," I heard two feminine voices chime. The frame held fast, not budging in the slightest. However, my muffled giggles mixed with the creaking of the straining leather straps must have been clearly audible to my two tormentresses as my fruitless attempts to evade their lithe fingers caused my suspended body to sway. However, as suddenly as the tickles started, they stopped as a pair of hands grabbed hold of my thighs and another of my ribs, and stopped the swaying. I tried to turn my strapped head to see who the two women were, but I couldn't get either into my limited field of view, only seeing the rubber padded floor beneath me.

"What a delightful predicament you find yourself in, Mr. R______, I mean slave," Candice's sweet innocent voice chimed. From my suspended point of view, a pair of slim, sheer white pantyhose-clad legs appeared below me, wearing a pair of teal-coloured leather ballet flats, Candice's trademark footwear. She knelt down, bringing the lower part of what appeared to be a one-piece teal-coloured dress into view. Her pinkish-white bare arms stretched towards my ribs as I braced myself for more tickles, but she instead seemed to check the leather harness and straps supporting my upper body.

"Patience, tickle slave; more tickles on the way, but we must first ensure you can't escape!" An older voice, Amelie's, piped up from somewhere, as what were probably her hands were checking my ankle, knee, and thigh bindings.

I felt vulnerable, totally exposed, and unable to escape whatever torments I was about to suffer and the hands of these two women. Yet I felt also very safe. They were friends and colleagues of Lucille, but more importantly, their touch and verification of my bindings seemed genuinely caring--a stark contrast to the cruel ministrations I was imagining to be soon subject to.

"All seems in order," Amelie matter-of-factly stated as she gave a playful slap across my left buttock, causing me to sway slightly.

As I dangled, powerless, Candice unfolded her legs and slid herself underneath me; against the rubber padded floor, this caused her dress to pull up and reveal that she was wearing pink panties underneath her sheer white pantyhose, but that view was quickly replaced by her beautifully mischievous smile and sparkling dark brown eyes gazing straight into my own.

Last time I had seen Candice was in a far more formal context at Lucille's workplace. She was in her early 20s, and had a cute round face with short, black, straight hair contrasting her pinkish-white complexion. Her hair was still black, but now had teal highlights matching the shade of her dress. Mere inches away from me, I could smell her breath as she spoke.

"Hello!" Candice chimed, as she adjusted the one-piece sleeveless teal dress back into place, making herself comfortable. "Dr. S______, I mean your Mistress Luce, told us we would all have a tickle slave to play with tonight; we just had to have first dibs!" The scent of sweet cherries filled the air between us.

I heard a suppressed chuckle and wondered how many women were in the room. As if my thoughts were being read, Amelie who was still out of sight added "just the both of us get first dibs; others may join-in later. Oh! and I got us a little gift for tonight."

I felt unseen hands massaging my nipples through my leotard, making them erect. Then, a sudden pinch at my left nipple as something cold and metallic clamped down on it, followed almost immediately by the same sensation at my right nipple. Another part of me started swelling, painfully digging into the spikes lining the chastity cage hidden behind leotard and tights. I squirmed and moaned into my gag as I swayed again a little, causing Candice to grin with the most wicked smile I've ever seen on such a petite face.

"Now try to stay as still as possible subby-sebby," Amelie said with a teasing voice. "Those are weighted nipple clamps and if you sway, so will they, adding to your discomfort."

"Oh, I'd much rather slave resist! So much more fun!" Candice chimed, as she showed me her wiggling small fingers, eager to dig in ...

(to be continued...)

[milagros317]

Fine continuation! This is a great series.

[LunaDog]

Well, you sure 'tickled' our imagination!

[tiedinbluetights]

Thanks @milagros317 , thanks @LunaDog Your comments are always appreciated. Hope you like the next instalment in this chapter.

[tiedinbluetights]

#16-3: Blissful Flight; Tickle Flight!
(F+/M)

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Candice gleefully exclaimed as she rapidly dug her lithe fingers into my exposed armpits and vigorously tickled them, causing me to try and pull away involuntarily, which led to swaying, weighted nipple clamps adding a sharp painful sensation over the tickles.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," I heard Amelie, whisper into my left ear. Her breath tickled my ear and also smelled of sweet cherries. Gentle, soft, barely touching fingers started to stroke the tights-clad soles of my feet and back of my knees. My entire body now desperately tried to squirm away from a score of fingers tickling me, causing more swaying as well as increasing painful pressure against my cock trying to get erect in its spike-lined and capped off chastity cage. I had a hard time deciding whether I preferred the vigorous digging and poking of Candice or the teasing caresses of Amelie. It always fascinated me, as a tickle fetishist and pain fetishist, that my own body would try so hard to fight and flee from the very sensations I also so craved. Powerless to prevent the graciously and yet also so cruelly administered tickles, and the sharp painful sensations at my cock and nipples, I closed my eyes.

"Oh no you don't! Eyes open!" ordered Candice in a surprisingly commanding tone for a petite woman. One of her hands shifted away from my right armpit and started to vigorously poke my ribs on either side. Candice's other hand pinched my nostrils shut, as Amelie continued her gentle strokes at me feet and knees.

"You better open those eyes, subby-seb," Amelie calmly warned. "You don't want Candice to suffocate you? Do you?"

I opened my eyes; Candice's left arm was partially blocking my view of her face, but she genuinely appeared irritated at me having closed my eyes. "I'll punish you by forcing you to hold your breath a few more seconds," Candice said in the coldest tone I ever heard from her. "Don't you dare avert your gaze from me again, slave, or I'll pinch off your nose with a clothespin till you pass out." As she let go of my nose, she slapped me hard with that same hand.

The sharp sting of the slap against my right cheek felt deliciously sweet. If it were not for the microfoam gag and leather strap around it, Candice surely would have noticed the beaming smile across my face. Instead, I hoped the twinkle in my eyes conveyed clearly how I enjoyed what had just happened.

Candice and Amelie both stopped their tickles allowing me to catch my breath. However, Candice kept her stern look, seeming ready to slap me again and bark more harsh orders; I kept my gaze on her as ordered.

"He enjoyed that didn't he?" Amelie asked.

Candice's dire demeanour instantly changed back to a devilishly cute smirk as she giggled. "He sure did!" she exclaimed. Refocusing and locking her gaze with mine she added "but I do mean it, slave! Keep your eyes open and on me."

I nodded my head as much as the straps allowed, all the while trying to ignore the throbbing pain from my groin and nipples that was in rhythm with my heartbeat.

Candice brought her fingers back into my view and wiggled them teasingly once more. "Ready for round two?"

I shrugged my shoulders as much as the straps allowed, causing me to sway again. Amelie slapped my buttocks and said "she wasn't asking you silly-tickle-slave! I'm ready!" ...

(to be continued...)

[LunaDog]

'To be continued'

Please do.

[tiedinbluetights]

'To be continued'

Please do.

Most certainly will ; next part will have a "poll" also at the end of it.