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You beat me in a game (?/F)
You beat me in a game (?/F)
You challenges me to a game. Perhaps your favourite video game, or a TUG variant of strip poker, or something else entirely. And maybe I got unlucky, or I'm just bad at the game. Or you cheated to get an advantage, or maybe you caught me cheating and called me out on it. In any case, the result is the same: I lose the game, and your prize is you get to tie me up. What do you do?
Could you describe your appearance please? I would love to tell you how I would tie you up, but it would help a lot to know more about my victim. 
Of course! I'm 20 years old, 5'3, with red hair and an athletic buildBBQ-2002 wrote: 2 months ago Could you describe your appearance please? I would love to tell you how I would tie you up, but it would help a lot to know more about my victim.
Thank you very much. 
I would do it as follows: We play a game and you actually win every time, which makes me pretty angry. That's why I keep demanding a rematch until I finally win. It takes a long time, but then you're suddenly inattentive for a moment, which is enough to beat you.
As soon as I've won, I would handgag you and order you to be quiet. Still pressing my hand over your mouth, I would drag you roughly through the whole house, spanking you whenever you are too slow for me.
Our little journey ends in the garden, where I force you to sit on the ground and not move. Next, you are blindfolded with a silk scarf and I use a waterproof pen to write “LOSER†on your forehead in big black ink. It tickles your sensitive skin, so every time you laugh, I'm going to spank you as hard as I can. Your beautiful butt will soon hurt a lot.
Then I tie your crossed wrists together with a rope behind your back, followed by more ropes with which I tie your upper body and arms, once above and once below your breasts, which stand out particularly well that way. I take off your sweaty socks and use both of them to gag you. They fill your entire mouth, and to make sure you don't spit them out, I wrap duct tape over your lips several times. Your beautiful, well-trained legs are now bound with more ropes. First your thighs, then your lower legs, just below your knees, and then your ankles. As if that wasn't enough, I grab a thin but tear-resistant piece of twine to tie your big toes together.
I check if all the knots are tight before I heave you into a garbage can that you just about fit into. This squashed position, in which you can barely move, is very uncomfortable for you, and to make matters worse, I open the lid and dump a whole load of garbage into “your†garbage can: leftover food, used tissues and other unappetizing and foul-smelling things that now cover your bound body, quickly making it sticky and forcing you to endure the stench.
But now about the fun part: the road in front of the house is quite steep, so I take the dustbin with my prisoner in it, pull it to the beginning of the road and let go. With a loud roar, the garbage can rolls down the road with a bound and gagged Sarah inside, reaching extreme speed. Your panicked “Mmmmpfh!†can be heard muffled from your gagged mouth as you realize what is happening. When the garbage can finally crashes into a fence, you fly out along with all the garbage and land in a huge puddle of mud.
I run over to you and pull you out of the mud, but also give more hits to your ass. Your sock gag is removed, but only briefly, because I dip your socks, which you have already drooled all over, deep into the brown mud and stuff them back into your mouth in this state.
As all the garbage is now scattered around, I force you to clean it up again. So I change your bondage so that you are just about able to crawl. Tied up and with your muddy socks in your mouth, you now have to pick up every single piece of garbage and crawl on all fours up the whole street, as I have put the garbage can there. Every time you put another piece of garbage in the garbage can, I will spank you and tighten the knots of the ropes if they have come loose along the way.
When all the garbage is finally in the garbage can, you have to crawl back to the house, where you have to spend the rest of the day in an uncomfortable hogtie and I spank you whenever I want.
Excited for your recation!
I would do it as follows: We play a game and you actually win every time, which makes me pretty angry. That's why I keep demanding a rematch until I finally win. It takes a long time, but then you're suddenly inattentive for a moment, which is enough to beat you.
As soon as I've won, I would handgag you and order you to be quiet. Still pressing my hand over your mouth, I would drag you roughly through the whole house, spanking you whenever you are too slow for me.
Our little journey ends in the garden, where I force you to sit on the ground and not move. Next, you are blindfolded with a silk scarf and I use a waterproof pen to write “LOSER†on your forehead in big black ink. It tickles your sensitive skin, so every time you laugh, I'm going to spank you as hard as I can. Your beautiful butt will soon hurt a lot.
Then I tie your crossed wrists together with a rope behind your back, followed by more ropes with which I tie your upper body and arms, once above and once below your breasts, which stand out particularly well that way. I take off your sweaty socks and use both of them to gag you. They fill your entire mouth, and to make sure you don't spit them out, I wrap duct tape over your lips several times. Your beautiful, well-trained legs are now bound with more ropes. First your thighs, then your lower legs, just below your knees, and then your ankles. As if that wasn't enough, I grab a thin but tear-resistant piece of twine to tie your big toes together.
I check if all the knots are tight before I heave you into a garbage can that you just about fit into. This squashed position, in which you can barely move, is very uncomfortable for you, and to make matters worse, I open the lid and dump a whole load of garbage into “your†garbage can: leftover food, used tissues and other unappetizing and foul-smelling things that now cover your bound body, quickly making it sticky and forcing you to endure the stench.
But now about the fun part: the road in front of the house is quite steep, so I take the dustbin with my prisoner in it, pull it to the beginning of the road and let go. With a loud roar, the garbage can rolls down the road with a bound and gagged Sarah inside, reaching extreme speed. Your panicked “Mmmmpfh!†can be heard muffled from your gagged mouth as you realize what is happening. When the garbage can finally crashes into a fence, you fly out along with all the garbage and land in a huge puddle of mud.
I run over to you and pull you out of the mud, but also give more hits to your ass. Your sock gag is removed, but only briefly, because I dip your socks, which you have already drooled all over, deep into the brown mud and stuff them back into your mouth in this state.
As all the garbage is now scattered around, I force you to clean it up again. So I change your bondage so that you are just about able to crawl. Tied up and with your muddy socks in your mouth, you now have to pick up every single piece of garbage and crawl on all fours up the whole street, as I have put the garbage can there. Every time you put another piece of garbage in the garbage can, I will spank you and tighten the knots of the ropes if they have come loose along the way.
When all the garbage is finally in the garbage can, you have to crawl back to the house, where you have to spend the rest of the day in an uncomfortable hogtie and I spank you whenever I want.
Excited for your recation!
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You count the breaths, slow and steady. The searing pain creeping through your limbs as the excruciating tightness of the ropes cutting into your skin. Each breath stings your jaw, aching under the pressure of the gag, the sweaty fabric socks pressing cruelly against the soft flesh of your mouth, soaked through with the salt of your own saliva mixed with odor of your dirty socks.
You shift just an inch, only enough to relieve a little of the unbearable pressure surged from the cruel hogtie. Your arms twisted tightly behind your small back, pinned high up over your shoulder blades, with wrists, forearms, and elbows crushed by myriad tough, reddish cord deeply biting into your fresh skin.
Same cord was cinched tightly around your ankles, calves, knees until thighs, gluing your limbs as a trunk. A rigid ropes through your ankles pulled your bare feet almost touching rear head, painfully arching the small back into a cruel hogtie!
The pain is sharp, brutal. Your muscles, stiff from long time of immobile hogtie, scream in protest. The rope gnawing into your flesh skin burns like fire, fusing your skin to the cord. Your fingers, arms, just numb as useless stubs. Every time you try to shift your body, an unbearable pain shoot crashes through, shooting up your thighs, ankles through your back. The sock gag muffles the sound leaving you desperate and alone in your own agony.
The darkness in the locker oppress in from every side, the thick, oppressive quite broken only by the sound of your own breathing. Your skin is clammy, slick with sweat, damp from the chilling air pressing in from every side. Ropes dig into your flesh, each knot a jagged burn that rubs and scratches, chafing and cutting deeper, biting into your arms and legs, twisting tighter with every passing second.
the pain have mostly radiated from your drawn-back shoulders, but it spread out and increase with every minute you are subjected to this most uncomfortable hogtie. The early ache have turned into stinging jolts of pain that coursed like pinpricks through your fettered arms and feet and set each and every one of her nerves on fire.
How could this happen? How could you allow to be so brutally tied up by the man who cheat to get an advantage over a TUG poker game? If you had paid attention, if you had listened to your instinct, it would not be so simply slumped in the dark, brutally tied up in hogtie and trapped in a small locker, never be free of this ache, never escape the rawness of the ropes, with nothing to do but breathe and pray for a miracle.
A heavy, deliberate footsteps approach the locker. A second later, your small world erupts in light.
Your body squirms, but the ropes keep you tightly bound, your struggles reduced to pitiful, useless twitches over stringent hogtie, with muffled groans through heavily sock gagged mouth.
I am here, in front of the locker, stare at the woman who is trapped, bound in hogtie, and exposed beneath my stare.
You shift just an inch, only enough to relieve a little of the unbearable pressure surged from the cruel hogtie. Your arms twisted tightly behind your small back, pinned high up over your shoulder blades, with wrists, forearms, and elbows crushed by myriad tough, reddish cord deeply biting into your fresh skin.
Same cord was cinched tightly around your ankles, calves, knees until thighs, gluing your limbs as a trunk. A rigid ropes through your ankles pulled your bare feet almost touching rear head, painfully arching the small back into a cruel hogtie!
The pain is sharp, brutal. Your muscles, stiff from long time of immobile hogtie, scream in protest. The rope gnawing into your flesh skin burns like fire, fusing your skin to the cord. Your fingers, arms, just numb as useless stubs. Every time you try to shift your body, an unbearable pain shoot crashes through, shooting up your thighs, ankles through your back. The sock gag muffles the sound leaving you desperate and alone in your own agony.
The darkness in the locker oppress in from every side, the thick, oppressive quite broken only by the sound of your own breathing. Your skin is clammy, slick with sweat, damp from the chilling air pressing in from every side. Ropes dig into your flesh, each knot a jagged burn that rubs and scratches, chafing and cutting deeper, biting into your arms and legs, twisting tighter with every passing second.
the pain have mostly radiated from your drawn-back shoulders, but it spread out and increase with every minute you are subjected to this most uncomfortable hogtie. The early ache have turned into stinging jolts of pain that coursed like pinpricks through your fettered arms and feet and set each and every one of her nerves on fire.
How could this happen? How could you allow to be so brutally tied up by the man who cheat to get an advantage over a TUG poker game? If you had paid attention, if you had listened to your instinct, it would not be so simply slumped in the dark, brutally tied up in hogtie and trapped in a small locker, never be free of this ache, never escape the rawness of the ropes, with nothing to do but breathe and pray for a miracle.
A heavy, deliberate footsteps approach the locker. A second later, your small world erupts in light.
Your body squirms, but the ropes keep you tightly bound, your struggles reduced to pitiful, useless twitches over stringent hogtie, with muffled groans through heavily sock gagged mouth.
I am here, in front of the locker, stare at the woman who is trapped, bound in hogtie, and exposed beneath my stare.
You accuse me of cheating to win? You’ll regret that!
I start by binding your wrists and ankles with rope, then tying the two together hogtie-style. Next duct tape over your mouth to keep you quiet, and a blindfold over your eyes. Then, since what I have in mind will make some noise and I don’t want anyone disturbing us, I toss you in the back seat of my car and drive you out to my summer cabin in the woods. I throw you over my shoulder and carry you kicking and screaming (or at least trying to scream, the tape is pretty effective) into the cabin.
Once inside, I plop you face down on a bed. I untie your wrists and ankles, and retie them to the bed posts. By this point the tape is coming off, so I replace it with a ball gag. Finally, clothing will get in the way of what I have planned. It’s warm here, so you won’t need much anyway
. I grab a pair of scissors and cut off your shirt, bra, pants, and panties, leaving your bare ass exposed. I also remove your shoes and socks.
Now the fun begins. “As punishment for accusing me of cheating, you deserve a good spanking.†I start in with slow whacks with my palm, maybe one every five seconds. After thirty spanks, I let you rest there with your stinging rump for about 10 minutes. Then I ask if you’re ready to apologize for the insult and I undo your gag.
The first words out of your mouth are “!*#% you! When I get free I’m going to MMM MMMMF!†I immediately refasten the gag, cutting off your threats. So more spanking it is, this time with the back of an hairbrush. After 30 more, I ask if you’re ready to apologize, and you nod. So I take the gag off again. You say “I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating. You didn’t cheat, you won because you’re better than me.â€
I thank you for saying that, then give you another slap on the rear. “OW! What was that for?†you complain. I answer “just because I want to.†I then give you 15 more slaps on your already sore rear.
Then I reassure you: “Ok, I’m done. I won’t spank you anymore. I promise I’ll let you go in two hours.â€
You ask “so you’re just going to leave me here tied up for two hours?†I answer “I didn’t say ‘just’. I did beat you at the game after all, and I still need to get my reward.â€
I then start tickling you. First your back and neck, then your armpits. Next your ass, then behind your knees. Then onto your feet. I make a note of which spots get the best reactions, and make sure to return to those. I give you short breaks, just enough time to catch your breath before starting again. You’re turning into a giggling mess, begging me to stop or at least give you a longer break. But the first time you swear or threaten me, the gag goes right back in and you get an intense tickling of your most ticklish spot for five minutes with no breaks.
When I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson, I take the gag off. But the tickles continue. As we near the two hour mark, I ask if you’ll ever accuse me of cheating again. You say no. Just to make sure you remember, I put the ball gag in one last time, and finish off with five minutes of tickling your feet with the hairbrush.
Then I redo the hog-tie, put you back in my car, and take you home. I leave you on your floor, still tied, blindfolded, and gagged. I tell you there’s a knife somewhere in the room, and that you should have no trouble finding it and cutting yourself free.
I start by binding your wrists and ankles with rope, then tying the two together hogtie-style. Next duct tape over your mouth to keep you quiet, and a blindfold over your eyes. Then, since what I have in mind will make some noise and I don’t want anyone disturbing us, I toss you in the back seat of my car and drive you out to my summer cabin in the woods. I throw you over my shoulder and carry you kicking and screaming (or at least trying to scream, the tape is pretty effective) into the cabin.
Once inside, I plop you face down on a bed. I untie your wrists and ankles, and retie them to the bed posts. By this point the tape is coming off, so I replace it with a ball gag. Finally, clothing will get in the way of what I have planned. It’s warm here, so you won’t need much anyway
. I grab a pair of scissors and cut off your shirt, bra, pants, and panties, leaving your bare ass exposed. I also remove your shoes and socks.Now the fun begins. “As punishment for accusing me of cheating, you deserve a good spanking.†I start in with slow whacks with my palm, maybe one every five seconds. After thirty spanks, I let you rest there with your stinging rump for about 10 minutes. Then I ask if you’re ready to apologize for the insult and I undo your gag.
The first words out of your mouth are “!*#% you! When I get free I’m going to MMM MMMMF!†I immediately refasten the gag, cutting off your threats. So more spanking it is, this time with the back of an hairbrush. After 30 more, I ask if you’re ready to apologize, and you nod. So I take the gag off again. You say “I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating. You didn’t cheat, you won because you’re better than me.â€
I thank you for saying that, then give you another slap on the rear. “OW! What was that for?†you complain. I answer “just because I want to.†I then give you 15 more slaps on your already sore rear.
Then I reassure you: “Ok, I’m done. I won’t spank you anymore. I promise I’ll let you go in two hours.â€
You ask “so you’re just going to leave me here tied up for two hours?†I answer “I didn’t say ‘just’. I did beat you at the game after all, and I still need to get my reward.â€
I then start tickling you. First your back and neck, then your armpits. Next your ass, then behind your knees. Then onto your feet. I make a note of which spots get the best reactions, and make sure to return to those. I give you short breaks, just enough time to catch your breath before starting again. You’re turning into a giggling mess, begging me to stop or at least give you a longer break. But the first time you swear or threaten me, the gag goes right back in and you get an intense tickling of your most ticklish spot for five minutes with no breaks.
When I’m satisfied you’ve learned your lesson, I take the gag off. But the tickles continue. As we near the two hour mark, I ask if you’ll ever accuse me of cheating again. You say no. Just to make sure you remember, I put the ball gag in one last time, and finish off with five minutes of tickling your feet with the hairbrush.
Then I redo the hog-tie, put you back in my car, and take you home. I leave you on your floor, still tied, blindfolded, and gagged. I tell you there’s a knife somewhere in the room, and that you should have no trouble finding it and cutting yourself free.