Hey there folks! It was a long time since I got myself to write something so I decided to come up with something light-hearted. I was thinking, what would it look like, if bondage/tie-ups were a more widespread and everyday topic and I came up with the following.
Enjoy!
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Welcome to SupShop Extraaaaaa! - Singed the chorus as a large stylized title saying SupShop appeared on the screen. The "Sup" part of the title quickly transitioned into "Super" then "Supplement" and "Supply" to then return to "Sup". By the time the chorus reached the the end of their line, the word "Extra" got appended to the title, like it was thrown there from the side, buncing of the letter "P" at the end.
A few seconds of fanfares followed, then the title slowly faded out to give place for the real performance.
The host dressed in an elegant light-grey suit, stepped forward, raising his arms in a friendly manner:
- Welcome to SupShop Extra, where low prices meet high quality. I am your host John McGrath and today I am going to introduce you to the newest craze in suppression technology! Let me introduce my lovely accomplice, Julia Kensington!
Just as he said her name, a brown-haired lady in a black flittered dress and matching high-heeled sandal entered the screen. With a wide smile on her face waving her hand. Julia stopped right next to her co-host:
- Welcome to SupShop Extra, where we sport only the best deals! I am Julia Kensington and I am here to get to know this revolutionary new product. What do you have in store for us John?
- Julia, how often do you have your mouth taped up?
- Hmm. Maybe once or twice a week. Why?
- Don't you find it uppsetting, aggravating even, how you have to rip or cut small pieces of tape for an effective gag experience? Which then accidentally gets crumpled or stick to other surfaces, against your intentions?
- Oh, please don't get me started! I hate it when that happens. Tape gets plastered around my hair, it's out of place, to high over my mouth or too low.
- Well, fear no more, because I am here to show you the brand new one-of-a-kind WonderPlaster 2000 suppressor-makeup!
With that John raised a palm-sized purple cylindrical container, usually used for various cosmetic products.
- WonderPlaster 2000 Supressor-makeup? What's that for? - Asked Julia with almost comically wide eyes.
- This, Julia, is the way you will gag yourself, or your friends from now on.
John opened the container and with his fingers took a small amount of the creamy compound.
- Please close your lips, as I demonstrate how to apply it, and wait a few seconds so it can take effect!
The host then proceeded to spread the cream evenly over and around her co-hostess lips creating a rectangular shape around her mouth. As a few seconds went by he continued:
- Please say a few words to our audience!
- Mpph! - Answered the silenced lady, with a pleasantly surprised facial expression and carried on pointing to her face with both her hands while starting her excited explanation - MMMPH MPH MMPHMMPHMPH! MMPH! ...
In the meantime John turned away from the wildly gesturing damsel to face the camera and finish the presentation:
- Call 1-800-SUPPRESS today to get your own WonderPlaster 2000 Suppressor-makeup! If you call within the next two hours, you will get a second container, so you can enjoy WonderPlaster 2000 Suppressor-makeup twice as long. But wait... there's more! The first one-hundred callers will get a unique WonderPlaster 2000 makeup application brush that can be used to apply the cream in standard ducttape-width. Call now! Don't miss this oppurtunity!
- SupShop Extraaaaa!
Website Migration Update
I moved the website to a new host, which I think will be more tolerant of the content this website hosts. Nevertheless, I do want to take a moment to remind everyone that the stories and content posted here MUST follow website rules, as it it not only my policy, but it is the policy of the hosts that permit our website to run on their servers. We WILL continue to enforce the rules, especially critical rules that, if broken, put this sites livelihood in jeapordy.
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TV afternoon(f/m, M/F) part 3 added
TV afternoon(f/m, M/F) part 3 added
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Sounds like an exciting new product I definitely will have to try it out on my SLAVE BOI!!
I sue hope you took out a Patent on it before you brought it in here to show it . I understand there some Industrial Kidnappers in here that will stop at nothing to make a few bucks.
I sue hope you took out a Patent on it before you brought it in here to show it . I understand there some Industrial Kidnappers in here that will stop at nothing to make a few bucks.
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
What a fun advertisement! This just might be the next "iphone"
I believe you would be a lot more comfortable in ropes
Thank you all for reading and also commenting! Hope you will like the continuation of the story as well! 
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Will watched the commercial with a mixed expression on his face, then decided to just let it go, and get up for stretching his limbs for a bit until the commercial break ended.
The 14 year old boy had a slim figure with average muscle for his age. He had short brown hair with matching eyes.
Will did a little stretching to get rid of the numbness still watching the horrendous advertisements produced by the marketing masterminds, not even noticing the menace lurking nearby.
Suddenly he felt that someone grabbed him from behind: Out of nowhere a palm covered his mouth and an arm pressed his arms to his torso. The feminin hands and the high pitch gigles from behind left little doubt that about the attackers gender, and since there were only two people at home including himself, it didn't took him much time to deduce his assailant's identity:
- Mphh - Will tried to say "Laura" in a less than amused tone.
- Hey there, lil bro! - Came the cheerful answer from the 16 year old kidnapper. - Thought I would join in the fun if you don't mind.
This wasn't the first time Will was pinned down by his sister. He tried getting out of her grasp, but she usually proved to be better at these kind of games. He struggeld, tried to pull his hands and trashed around trying to loosen her grip. Laura skillfully managed to counter most of Will's attempts at escape while dragging him towards the sofa and when he actually slid out she was quick enough to grab his right arm and regain control. After getting close enough she lowered him onto the sofa into a semi-lying position on his stomach.
- You'll be sorry, when I get out! - Will threatend.
- You aren't even tied yet and I don't feel sorry.
- Don't you dare...!
Laura dropped a bunch of things - tying supplies without doubt - next to Will. He took a glimpse from the corner of his eye and managed to identify a bunch of rope and a silver-colored roll of duct tape. She started skillfully encircling his wrists. Will tried to resist but he was less and less in control of the situation. Laura cinched the rope and turned Will on his back. Will saw his sister standing there, in her beige trousers, and white shirt, fidling around with a strand of her shoulder-length brown hair.
- Comfy?
- why don't you try it?
Laura started working on Will's legs now. Using another length of rope, she did a few rounds around the ankles, then used the remaining to span the rope between. Will did a few weak attempts at pulling and kicking his legs out of her sister's grip, but his determination faded quickly, and he let Laura complete the job.
- Not so tough now, are we? - Asked Laura triumphantly.
- just go on with the gag and let me be! I will find a way to return the favor.
- with pleasure! - Laura answered as she hopped down next to the captive boy.
She reached out to the supplies pile and picked up the roll of tape.
Under more fortunate circumstances Will's reaction would have been to get away, but his current helpless state convinced him to comply instead. His sister wrapped a few layers of tape around his lower head covering his mouth.
After the finishing touches Laura sat back on the sofa to admire her work: Will sat there ankles tied together, his hands tied behind his back, his lower face totally concealed behind silver tape. His squirming was an undeniable sign of him trying to get free, but Laura was confident in her ropework enough, not to worry about her brother turning the tables on her. With a playful smile on her face Laura said:
- Don't go anywhere!
The unoriginal mocking remark earned her a deathstare from her victim, which she had a good laugh at. Laura grabbed the remote control from the couch, to which will responded with a questioning look.
-You didn't think I'll leave you here to scheme your daring escape, do you? - She asked. , then switched the channel.
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Will watched the commercial with a mixed expression on his face, then decided to just let it go, and get up for stretching his limbs for a bit until the commercial break ended.
The 14 year old boy had a slim figure with average muscle for his age. He had short brown hair with matching eyes.
Will did a little stretching to get rid of the numbness still watching the horrendous advertisements produced by the marketing masterminds, not even noticing the menace lurking nearby.
Suddenly he felt that someone grabbed him from behind: Out of nowhere a palm covered his mouth and an arm pressed his arms to his torso. The feminin hands and the high pitch gigles from behind left little doubt that about the attackers gender, and since there were only two people at home including himself, it didn't took him much time to deduce his assailant's identity:
- Mphh - Will tried to say "Laura" in a less than amused tone.
- Hey there, lil bro! - Came the cheerful answer from the 16 year old kidnapper. - Thought I would join in the fun if you don't mind.
This wasn't the first time Will was pinned down by his sister. He tried getting out of her grasp, but she usually proved to be better at these kind of games. He struggeld, tried to pull his hands and trashed around trying to loosen her grip. Laura skillfully managed to counter most of Will's attempts at escape while dragging him towards the sofa and when he actually slid out she was quick enough to grab his right arm and regain control. After getting close enough she lowered him onto the sofa into a semi-lying position on his stomach.
- You'll be sorry, when I get out! - Will threatend.
- You aren't even tied yet and I don't feel sorry.
- Don't you dare...!
Laura dropped a bunch of things - tying supplies without doubt - next to Will. He took a glimpse from the corner of his eye and managed to identify a bunch of rope and a silver-colored roll of duct tape. She started skillfully encircling his wrists. Will tried to resist but he was less and less in control of the situation. Laura cinched the rope and turned Will on his back. Will saw his sister standing there, in her beige trousers, and white shirt, fidling around with a strand of her shoulder-length brown hair.
- Comfy?
- why don't you try it?
Laura started working on Will's legs now. Using another length of rope, she did a few rounds around the ankles, then used the remaining to span the rope between. Will did a few weak attempts at pulling and kicking his legs out of her sister's grip, but his determination faded quickly, and he let Laura complete the job.
- Not so tough now, are we? - Asked Laura triumphantly.
- just go on with the gag and let me be! I will find a way to return the favor.
- with pleasure! - Laura answered as she hopped down next to the captive boy.
She reached out to the supplies pile and picked up the roll of tape.
Under more fortunate circumstances Will's reaction would have been to get away, but his current helpless state convinced him to comply instead. His sister wrapped a few layers of tape around his lower head covering his mouth.
After the finishing touches Laura sat back on the sofa to admire her work: Will sat there ankles tied together, his hands tied behind his back, his lower face totally concealed behind silver tape. His squirming was an undeniable sign of him trying to get free, but Laura was confident in her ropework enough, not to worry about her brother turning the tables on her. With a playful smile on her face Laura said:
- Don't go anywhere!
The unoriginal mocking remark earned her a deathstare from her victim, which she had a good laugh at. Laura grabbed the remote control from the couch, to which will responded with a questioning look.
-You didn't think I'll leave you here to scheme your daring escape, do you? - She asked. , then switched the channel.
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Poor little Wiggle Worm Will tosses and turns but all he can say is MMMPPHHHH#%&* and Pppphhhhttttttmmmmmuuuummmmmppppp. 
To tie you up is human, to tie you up and tickle you is divine. ME
Hey there fellow tuggers! Hope you're liking the show, so I brought the next part.
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"For anyone, who just joined us: We've just concluded our interview with John McGrath, the founder of "Colorful World Cultural Festival". If you would like to learn more, you can replay the interview on our website shown below. And now let's hear our reporter live from the event!"
The camera switched and a blonde woman with short hair showed up on the screen sporting a beige shirt. She stood on the edge of an avenue sorrounded by a huge crowd of people waving and cheering.
"Thank you Janet, and welcome! My name is Christine Wellington and I'm reporting in live from the Colorful World Cultural Festival. As you may know the festival is held every year in June..."
Whilst Christine explained the background of the festival, a group of majorettes marched past behind her triggering an ovation from the audience.
"... and now arrives one of the most anticipated carriages of the parade: The Subduers-Ship."
A huge ship like cart slid out from the cover of the multistory apartments in the background. The crew consisted of a bunch of girls in knee-length black skirts and rugged, ripped, brown blouses or shirts. Almost all of them wore red bandanas on their heads except for one, who was standing on the front of the ship: she had a black tricorn that was decorated with a silver skull. Her red hair fell down onto her shoulders. She rested her left hand on a holster on her hip concealing something that looked like a flintlock pistol while waving around a cutlas above her head with her right.
They weren't the only ones carried by the ship however: two women and a man were enjoying the hospitality of the insidious yet beautiful bunch of bucaneers. The (un)fortunate female victims wore long white skirts with long sleeved beige shirts, their wealth was shown by their powdered faces. Their companion appeared to be a man of lower class: maybe a servant to a rich, powerful family, or just an unfortunate man of trade, who tried to stand between the pirates and their loot, and paid the price by being able to join the ladies in their predicament. All of them were secured to the mast with lengths of rope encircling their upper torso, and another set keeping their thighs
Still. Their hands were tied together in front of them and kept still with another length of rope wrapped around the captives' waist. All members of the distressed trio were silenced with a piece of scarf used as a cleave gag. Whether the gag was applied out of pure cruelty, as a punishment for being too loud or just for the amusement of the ragtag privateers, was to be answered by the imagination of the audiance.
The whole street applauded for the attraction. People standing by the street, looking from their apartments windows or even from the rooftops cheered and waved at the merciless captors and their captives. The pirates responded with throwing kisses and waving back. The hostages in the meantime made obviously not serious attempts at getting free.
"Wow. That was an amazing sight for sure. I'm curious what story the other floats have to tell us... For now let's have a talk with our sponsor..."
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Boooring! - Laura exclaimed as a middle-aged man appeared on the scene. - You would have made an excellent hostage on that ship don't you think? She asked grinning at her brother.
- Mmph. - Will let out a grunt, not really to say something but to express his dissatisfaction.
- Sit tight! I'll get some snacks and we'll continue... - She told him, while she left for the kitchen, humming "He's a pirate".
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"For anyone, who just joined us: We've just concluded our interview with John McGrath, the founder of "Colorful World Cultural Festival". If you would like to learn more, you can replay the interview on our website shown below. And now let's hear our reporter live from the event!"
The camera switched and a blonde woman with short hair showed up on the screen sporting a beige shirt. She stood on the edge of an avenue sorrounded by a huge crowd of people waving and cheering.
"Thank you Janet, and welcome! My name is Christine Wellington and I'm reporting in live from the Colorful World Cultural Festival. As you may know the festival is held every year in June..."
Whilst Christine explained the background of the festival, a group of majorettes marched past behind her triggering an ovation from the audience.
"... and now arrives one of the most anticipated carriages of the parade: The Subduers-Ship."
A huge ship like cart slid out from the cover of the multistory apartments in the background. The crew consisted of a bunch of girls in knee-length black skirts and rugged, ripped, brown blouses or shirts. Almost all of them wore red bandanas on their heads except for one, who was standing on the front of the ship: she had a black tricorn that was decorated with a silver skull. Her red hair fell down onto her shoulders. She rested her left hand on a holster on her hip concealing something that looked like a flintlock pistol while waving around a cutlas above her head with her right.
They weren't the only ones carried by the ship however: two women and a man were enjoying the hospitality of the insidious yet beautiful bunch of bucaneers. The (un)fortunate female victims wore long white skirts with long sleeved beige shirts, their wealth was shown by their powdered faces. Their companion appeared to be a man of lower class: maybe a servant to a rich, powerful family, or just an unfortunate man of trade, who tried to stand between the pirates and their loot, and paid the price by being able to join the ladies in their predicament. All of them were secured to the mast with lengths of rope encircling their upper torso, and another set keeping their thighs
Still. Their hands were tied together in front of them and kept still with another length of rope wrapped around the captives' waist. All members of the distressed trio were silenced with a piece of scarf used as a cleave gag. Whether the gag was applied out of pure cruelty, as a punishment for being too loud or just for the amusement of the ragtag privateers, was to be answered by the imagination of the audiance.
The whole street applauded for the attraction. People standing by the street, looking from their apartments windows or even from the rooftops cheered and waved at the merciless captors and their captives. The pirates responded with throwing kisses and waving back. The hostages in the meantime made obviously not serious attempts at getting free.
"Wow. That was an amazing sight for sure. I'm curious what story the other floats have to tell us... For now let's have a talk with our sponsor..."
*****
Boooring! - Laura exclaimed as a middle-aged man appeared on the scene. - You would have made an excellent hostage on that ship don't you think? She asked grinning at her brother.
- Mmph. - Will let out a grunt, not really to say something but to express his dissatisfaction.
- Sit tight! I'll get some snacks and we'll continue... - She told him, while she left for the kitchen, humming "He's a pirate".