Stories of Tie Up Games

Great change of pace chapter to keep the story moving but to add depth and insight to the characters showing they have a human element. Bravo. Shows the immense talent of the author. Amazing job.

I just see you just hit 1000 messages in this story. Congrats on the milestone!

nice chapter

Beaumains wrote: 1 year ago I just see you just hit 1000 messages in this story. Congrats on the milestone!

I never actually looked at it, but since you mentioned it, thanks for pointing it out. I did see that Hitchhiker is also past 1000 replies (and some other stories like the saga from @wolfman).

All in the family is getting close too with 960 messages.

Thank you all for getting this far

Wish this would happen to me.

GwenGagged wrote: 1 year ago Wish this would happen to me.

Thanks for commenting. Yeah, I know the feeling. Who knows what will happen...

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199 - Cubes

Winona could not see anything, she could not hear anything, other than her own breathing, and speaking was almost impossible. Grunting was about the only way of communication that she had. This was by far one of the scariest bondage sessions she had done. And to be honest, she could not wait to get out of this mess.

“I hope they are done soon.” Winona thought.

Her thoughts were copied by the other three models that were in the same predicament. Linda, Diana and Misty were in the same position as she was. Although neither could communicate with the others. Communication, at least sensible communication, was impossible because their heads were all encased in foam.

“This movie is getting weirder and weirder by the day. Good thing this is the last shoot that they must do.” Jim said to Robert.

Both men were monitoring the 4 prisoners. All 4 ladies were naked, no surprise there as the director had constantly insisted on them being naked. They were also tied at wrists, elbows, knees and ankles with black ropes. The scene required them to just stand against posts at different spots on the set, so additional rope was used to tie them to the poles.

“At least we are flying home tonight.” Robert replied, keeping an eye on the women.

“Back to some normality.”

“Can’t wait. I bet after these weird bondages, that the girls will relish a normal hogtie.” Robert grinned.

It had taken time again in make-up to prepare the girls. All their hair was hidden under bathing caps. They each got a modified breathing mask with a head harness that covered their nose, before medical tape was wrapped around their heads, making sure that the mask could not move. A special 2-piece mold was wrapped around their necks and foam was poured into it. It expanded, which was scary for the 4 models as the foam blocked everything. After the foam hardened, the make-up team cut it square and painted it. The girls’ only connection to the outside world was the breathing mask. Jim and Robert had guided them to the set, they were tied once they were on the set. Just like last time when they had their eyes and mouth covered, people looked at them with amazement. Once they got on the set, Jim and Robert applied the ropes, making sure the ropes were snug, but did not have pressure points. Then the waiting started, as usual, for the rest of the cast to show up. The shoot itself would only last about 30 minutes according to the director’s assistant, but it took for a multitude of reasons an hour before the shoot started.

“I wonder what it is like.” Jim said to Robert.

“What? Having your head encased in foam? Not sure I want to find out.” He replied.

They kept a close eye on the women. They had agreed on a few signals the girls could use to indicate they were in distress. Even the director had mentioned that whenever Robert and Jim saw any of the women being in trouble, to ignore what was going on and help them.

“Their lives are more important than this movie.” He had said.

But so far none of the women had indicated to be in trouble, so Robert and Jim stood back.

“Cut. It is a wrap.” The director finally called.

Jim looked at his watch.

“Wow, 34 minutes. That was actually pretty good.”

The director came over and thanked Jim and Robert.

“Please convey my thanks to the models, they were great.”

“Will do.” Robert said as he released Linda from the pole she was tied to.

He did not talk to her, as he knew she would not be able to hear him with the foam encasing her head. They had discussed the procedures beforehand, so they knew what was going to happen. Somehow it was hot, seeing his wife, and the others, with their heads encased. He put the bathrobe back on her, covering her naked body. Once done with Linda, he worked on releasing Winona, while Linda stood still, waiting for a signal. Jim untied Diana and Misty.

“All good?” Jim asked Robert once they had all four women covered up with bathrobes, which still looked weird, 4 women with their heads replaced with foam blocks.

The foam was not too bad, Linda found. It was light, but the fact that it covered her whole head was still scary. At least in an emergency she knew that Robert and Jim could tear the foam apart without hurting her, as the foam did not touch her skin, due to the bathing caps and medical tape.

“Let’s go.” Robert replied.

Each led two women to the makeup area, where the foam would be removed. People in the studio stopped and stared as they walked by. Most people knew the film that was being made here was weird, but seeing the women with their heads encased was still a weird site. Michelle and Mia were waiting for them.

“Put them in a seat, boys.” Mia said.

“If you want, you can each do one yourself. Just follow our lead.” Michelle stated.

It took a lot less time, as they did not have to wait for the foam to harden, to remove the foam. Removing the medical tape required a bit more care, but even that went easy enough and each of the women could breathe freely again. After removing the last bits of tape and the swimming caps, they were all done. Although they all had marks on their face from the tight tape and foam.

“Oh, wow, that feels good.” Diana said, touching her skin on her cheeks.

There were mirrors in front of the makeup chairs, so they could all see what their faces looked like.

“An hour or so and a nice hot bath and all will be gone.” Mia said.

For the four women these were not the first marks to wear, they knew the drill. They knew it would all disappear.

“It was a pleasure working with you.” Michelle said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” Diana said. “And you.” Nodding to Mia.

“Have a good trip back home.” Mia said.

“Looking forward to it. But first let’s go to our kondo and a nice hot shower.” Linda said.

“Or bath.” Misty said.

Out of the four women, she was probably the least experienced, but she had done great.

“The bus is waiting.” Jim said.

After quickly changing in the dressing room, they took the bus back to their condo. The others in the group had been waiting for them and had lots of questions. Especially after Jim showed a few photos.

“Whoa. That looks intense.” Liz said.

She had not been scheduled for this shoot as she was a bit claustrophobic.

“Glad I did not have to do that.”

“I need a shower; you guys can talk to Robert and Jim. Later…”

Linda walked to her room and disappeared. Diana and Misty followed. Winona hugged Magnus.

“Waiting for me, are you?” She grinned.

“I’ve got my ticket for the flight tonight.” He replied.

They had discussed Magnus coming to the US for a while.

“Are you sure you should have done this shoot? You are still recovering.” Magnus said.

“I know sweety, but I wanted this. It was so weird. And I am fine. There was nobody sexually stimulating me, so I managed. Unless what will happen next.”

She grabbed Magnus by his shirt and pulled him towards the stairs that led to her bedroom.

“Have fun.” Marina called out. “The buss will be here in 4 hours. I ordered some food, so we can eat before heading to the airport. FedEx will take care of our luggage.”

Jim always shipped their luggage by courier. The chances they lost your bags were a lot slimmer than risking it with the airlines.

“Okay.” Magnus called out, while following Winona.

“Anybody else?” Marina asked, laughing.

They were all looking forward to getting home. Their flights were all around the same time, although different destinations and airlines for some of them. Jim grabbed a beer out of the fridge and sat down on the couch.

“Can’t wait to get to the cabin.” He sighed, before taking a sip.

That was quite the creative last shoot! And the Boys are right: I guess the Ladies will now enjoy a classica hogtie even more! @slackywacky ? This was - as ever - fun to read!

The foam encasement seems harsh, but very inventive, @slackywacky.

Great chapter. I love innovative bondage like that. Foam head encasement seems rather intense but love that it was applied in a movie context. There is just something I love about hoods and head bondage on a female and how it takes away her senses and makes her really helpless. I applaud you taking that leap of faith and hope you sprinkle it in more going forward.

Welcome to chapter 200

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200 – Breaking the rules

“I know you.” Linda said.

She was sitting on a chair across from a middle-aged man. She was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt. Her hair hanging loose around her face.

“I hope so.”

“We met in Vegas.”

“Correct.”

“You are Slackywacky, right?”

“Good memory.”

“You are a writer.”

“Correct again.”

“What do you write?”

“I write mostly bondage stories, but I have written technical manuals and non-fictional stuff too.”

“Bondage stories? Like what I do?”

“Exactly what you do.”

“How exactly?”

“All your experiences have been written by me.”

“I do not understand.”

“I write a story called ‘Bondage model by choice’. I do write some others too, but this one is important for you.”

“Why?”

“Because it is your story. The main character in the story is you.”

“Euh… what?”

“It is the story that started with a woman who worked for FedEx and delivered a package to a person called Jim.”

“I did that a few years ago!”

“Yes, I know, hence why I said this story is your story.”

“You mean everything I experienced was written by you?”

“Yes, every word in your story was written by me.”

“So, how is it possible that we are talking?”

“Well, since I am the writer, I can break the rules, this is after all fiction.”

“If this is fiction, does that mean you can do whatever you want?”

“Yep.”

Instantly Linda was tied to the chair, a standard kitchen chair with a straight back. A chair type she had been tied to often enough. Her elbows and wrists were tied together behind her back with multicolored rope. Wrists palm to palm, several wraps with a nice cinch and a knot on top of the rope, out of the way of her fingers. Elbows crushed together with similar wraps and cinch. More rope held her body tightly to the back of the chair. The rope accentuating Linda’s full breasts. Her legs were tied at knees and ankles and fixed to the left chair leg.

“How did you do that?”

“I am the writer of your story; I can do anything.”

“Hmmpppffffffff.” Linda mumbled in surprise, as she was suddenly gagged with a ballgag harness.

“See?”

Linda nodded. As quickly as she was gagged, the gag was gone again. The same for the ropes, she was sitting completely free on the chair again.

“Wow. And you have been doing this for a while?”

“I started this story years ago, before 1994. It changed over time, as I removed chapters and added new ones. But at that time, nobody was reading it other than me. I wrote it for myself.”

“But others are reading it now?”

“Yes, as it is published on some websites, like Tugstories.com and DeviantArt.”

“And people like it?”

“It seems so. There are people who care about you, even if you are a fictional character.”

“You mean, for example, they were worried when I was kidnapped?”

“Yes.”

“I have been through a lot, haven’t I?”

“Well, you started as a model with Jim and Diana, which led to a trip to Europe.”

“Oh, I know. The castle, Paris, BondCon in Germany, those were fun times.”

“Robert became a big part of your life. Which was always my intention, as I introduced him in the first chapter.”

“Good thing you did. I love him.”

“You went on a nice Caribbean trip.”

“And got kidnapped.”

“Yeah, I know. I tend to use cliffhangers in the story and not everybody likes it when I leave you as a damsel in distress at the end of a chapter.”

“I can imagine. You made me a gorgeous woman with a great character, so I am not surprised people care for me and don’t like it when you leave me in peril.” Linda grinned.

“You, or Diana, or Winona or any of the many characters I created.”

“You like having me kidnapped.”

“Not really, but it added a darker element to the story. You may have noticed that even when you were kidnapped, you were never in mortal danger. I like my stories to be lighter, I am not killing off characters. Yes, you might have been uncomfortable, but you were never in mortal danger.”

“At least you let me marry Robert.”

“Duh, that was a long time coming. You two deserve each other. Just as some other characters in the story do.”

“But your bondage is hard to get out of and you come up with some interesting positions.”

“What? You do not like a simple hogtie?”

Linda was lying on the floor, tied as she had been on the chair, except now she was in a back bending hogtie. Even her hair was incorporated into the tie. The same gag was back in her mouth.

“You have probably endured many hours of being tied up, I do not really keep track. Hours and hours of restrictive positions with no way out. Alone or with others. I think that is what I like in a bondage position, so that is what happens to you.”

“Hmmppffff.”

“I try to vary positions, using different materials and locations, to keep most people happy. Sometimes there are requests that I know I will never be fulfilled in my stories, as I do not write that way. However, some good bondage never hurt anybody.”

Linda was back to sitting on the chair, completely free.

“At least it does not leave ropemarks.” Linda grinned.

“One thing you might have noticed is that I started to write more sex scenes in the later chapters then in the first ones. I think that was related to when I started posting my stories. But the bondage is still the main thing, having you have an orgasm is just icing on the cake.”

“You can do that too?”

Linda was lying on the floor, completely wrapped up in black tape from toes to head. Only her nose peeked out. A magic wand was taped to her crotch, the buzzing indicating it was working. The helpless woman started to moan, and it did not take long before she bucked against the tape as a powerful orgasm ravished her.

“Yep, I can do that.”

“Wow.” Linda said as she was sitting, nude this time, on the chair again. “Where did my clothes go?”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Not that you have not seen me naked before.” She grinned as her clothes reappeared.

“Euh, technically no, as you are a fictional character, so I have imagined what you look like and I described that in the stories, but I have never seen you in real life.”

“So, what is next for me? I just came back from Canada, working on that weird movie. Now what?”

“First settling down at home again, working some bondage shoots, there will be a crossover again with Jack and Elsa, like in Vegas. After that, I do not really know yet. Something will come up, it always does.”

“Oh, I like Elsa and Jack. Okay, so I will just have to wait and see what you write, right?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, you better tie me up good then, so I do not run away…”

Moments later Linda was ball tied, her arms in a single glove, her head covered with a leather helmet, leather straps holding her in a tight ball with no escape option for her.

“Just the way I like you.” I grinned.

I have one Word for you @slackywacky

Brilliant!

Imagine me bowing deep.

Indeed, that was fantastic, @slackywacky. As author, you do have control. Interesting and inventive use of that control in this episode.

great chapter well done

Now my comment on hitchhiker is redundant...

Well that was certainly different and very very inventive @slackywacky. And even right up to the last line I was left wondering if the dream sequence would appear as if by magic. But don’t worry I’ll settle for the bondage

Awesome work. This is so well realised. Kudos

That was perhaps the weirdest chapter in this story so far, closer to a fever dream than your usual work. Only, I hope this is just a weird one off before it turns in a weird science-fiction horror story (which is how I would feel if some omnipresent god-figure controls my life and ties me up for fun, giggles, and maybe a little bit more). Still, this probably an entry just to celebrate the 200 chapters! Congrats on that huge milestone.

Great stuff. It's like the third level of Inception, except I can understand it this time!

Caesar73 wrote: 1 year ago Brilliant!

This chapter is an outlier, as intended. It is breaking the 4th wall rules, which for me is a fun way of giving some background info on the stories origins.

GreyLord wrote: 1 year ago As author, you do have control. Interesting and inventive use of that control in this episode.

I hoped that it was understood that way.

DommeKirsten wrote: 1 year ago Now my comment on hitchhiker is redundant...

I always enjoy your remarks to the story.

Bandit666 wrote: 1 year ago that was certainly different and very very inventive

I had been wondering what to do with episode 200 and I figured this was an interesting way to break the rules.

wolfman wrote: 1 year ago This is so well realized

Thank you, much appreciated.

Beaumains wrote: 1 year ago That was perhaps the weirdest chapter in this story so far

Yes, and it was intended to be that way. The 4th rule get broken occasionally in movies and theatre. It can be fun.

Windrunner wrote: 1 year ago It's like the third level of Inception, except I can understand it this time!

Thank you.

Yippee! 4th wall break!

GreyLord wrote: 1 year ago Yippee! 4th wall break!

Congratulations Dear Friend! This is outstanding. You have graced us with a marvellous Tale @slackywacky - every Chapter is exciting.

Caesar73 wrote: 11 months ago

GreyLord wrote: 1 year ago Yippee! 4th wall break!

Congratulations Dear Friend! This is outstanding. You have graced us with a marvellous Tale @slackywacky - every Chapter is exciting.

Here, here all hail the Grand Master @slackywacky

And now we return to our regular programming...

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201 – Sleeping on the job

“Look left.”

The sound of a flash going off filled the room. The weird noise when the flash recharged followed.

“Give me a distressed look.”

More flashes followed as more instructions followed. Winona tried to follow Sheila’s instructions as good as she could. They had come back from Canada two days ago. Doing things like they did in Canada were fun to do, but it also meant they were running behind on their own video and photo sets. Mike and Sheila had asked Winona to come over. She was one of their favorite models to work with and Winona enjoyed working for them.

“Okay, relax while I check the photos.” Sheila announced.

“Hmpf.” Winona replied, confirming she heard Sheila.

She relaxed on the bed in the studio. It was, for a change, not a very demanding shoot; Winona was strapped into a neoprene sleepsack. With her arms in the sleeves on either inside of the sack and the heavy-duty zipper closed, escape was impossible, but the sleepsack was comfortable and Winona had no problem imagining sleeping in it. The material was strong but allowed for some movement. It covered her from toes to her neck. She raised her head and looked at the other side of the studio.

“Hmmppfff?” She asked, the 2.25-inch blue ballgag in her mouth keeping her from saying something intelligent.

The gag was about as big as Winona could handle and she hated it, as is made her drool. Sheila did not need to pull the strap tight, as Winona was not able to push the ball out, even if the straps were loose.

“I have no idea what you are saying.” Magnus grinned.

He was sitting on a chair to the side, so as not to interfere in the photo shoot that was happening before him. After the work for Winona and thew others had completed in Canada, he had accompanied Winona home to her apartment in town. With his Canadian passport, he could enter the US without issues. Racking up many vacation days at his work in the hospital, which he hardly ever used, he had decided, after talking to Winona, that he would come back with her.

“Good thing we keep her gagged.” Sheila said from where she was checking the photos on the computer.

Magnus grinned. The last two days they had mostly spend together in Winona’s apartment, only coming out to get some food. Both Winona and Magnus enjoyed being together, their chemistry seemed to really work, and they could not get enough of each other. It had been an intimate 2 days with lots of cuddling, lots of sex, and lots of fun. Together they had come in Winona’s little car, an 8-year-old white Chevy Captiva, to the Subtle Leather studio.

“Okay, these photos look good. Next, we will apply the full body harness.”

“That stuff looks fantastic.” Magnus remarked.

“All this stuff is made by a company called Bondage Webbing. They have some great stuff.”

“Hmmppffff.” Winona mumbled as Sheila started to wrap her model up in the webbing.

The neoprene sleep sack was already restrictive, Winona knew that with the harness applied on top of it, she would not be escaping this set up. Sheila placed the webbing next to Winona on the bed and rolled the helpless woman over, so she was lying on top of the front of the webbing. The harness consisted of 10 steel rings, which were all connected vertically, the first ring being just above Winona’s breasts and the lowest one at her ankles. Each ring, except for the first one, had a strap vertically attached, consisting of 2 pieces and a buckle. The buckles were closed at the back of the person wearing the harness. The top ring had 2 additional straps, each one going over each shoulder of the wearer. It was just a matter of closing the buckles and pulling the webbing tight. Compared to using rope, these harnesses were quick to apply.

“I like the color.” Magnus said.

“They come in a variety of colors.” Sheila said as she finished the last strap of the pink webbing, pulling it tight. “Okay, Winona?”

“Hmpf.” Winona reacted.

Without the straps, she had some play in the sleep sack, but with the straps applied, that was gone, and she was held tight be the straps. Sheila rearranged Winona’s long black hair, so that it did not look like a mess. Winona’s green eyes trying to follow what Sheila was doing.

“I will need some details in these photos, so it will take a little longer.” Sheila told Winona. “Not that you are going anywhere.”

“Hmpf.”

While Sheila told Winona what she wanted, Magnus was enjoying the photo shoot. He had never been to one, most people never will, but it was interesting to see the women at work. It was easy to get along with Sheila and Mike, they were very easy-going and open people. Although today it was just Sheila. Seeing how Winona worked with them showed a side of her he had not seen yet. But he figured there was a whole lot of Winona he did not know yet. The photo shoot took another hour, mainly because Sheila wanted more details in her photos.

“Almost done, Magnus.” She told him.

That ‘almost done’ turned into another 30 minutes. Looking at his watch he could see it was almost 5 PM. They had been in the studio for 4 hours and Winona had been restrained for 3 of those hours.

“All done. You can take the gag out.” Sheila told Magnus.

He walked slowly over to where Winona was lying on the bed. Sheila turned the ceiling lights on and the photo lights off. It changed the scene as there was no light being focused on the bed and Winona anymore. Winona looked at Magnus as he approached, but instead of getting her gag out, he just sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her.

“Hmmppff?”

“Has somebody ever told you that you look cute all wrapped up?” He asked the helpless woman.

Sheila laughed from the corner where the computers were located.

“Hmpf.” Winona grinned, her eyes smiling.

Marcus leaned over and kissed her on the blue ballgag.

“Hmmppfffff, hmmppfff.” Winona responded.

“No idea what you are saying.” Magnus laughed.

“I think it was ‘tickle me, please’.” Sheila called out.

“Hmmpppffffffff.” Winona grunted, shaking her head.

“I thought she was not ticklish.” Magnus said, feigning surprise.

He grabbed the bottom of the harness and pulled Winona close to him. She tried to get away but being strapped in a sleep sack with a harness on top of that made that almost impossible. All she could do was try to turn herself over, but it was very easy for Magnus to prevent her from doing that by holding on to the straps around her ankles.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asked her.

A muffled laugh escaped her lips.

“Hmmmmppppppffffffffffff.”

“I completely agree.” Magnus laughed.

He grabbed hold of Winona’s legs and started to tickle the bottom of her feet. Unfortunately, the 2 mm thick neoprene was preventing Magnus from really tickling Winona. All he did was make Winona laugh more from his effort to tickle her, although it sounded funny with the gag still in her mouth.

“Are you laughing at me?” He asked her.

Still laughing, Winona nodded enthusiastically.

“I think we need to correct this behavior.” Sheila said when she came standing next to where Magnus was sitting on the bed.

“What did you have in mind?” Magnus grinned, seeing Winona eye them with wide open eyes.

Several ropes were close by, and Sheila grabbed them, giving two to Magnus. Winona tried to move away, without success again.

“Just do what I do.” She told Magnus.

After moving Winona to the middle of the queen size bed, she fixed a rope to the second strap from the harness and pulled it to the top corner of the bed, tying it off. Magnus did the same with the other side.

“Hmmppfffff.” Winona called out, shaking her head.

“Why do I always end up in these situations?” She thought.

Another rope was fixed to her ankles and to the bottom corner of the bed. After Magnus did the same, Winona was stuck in the middle of the bed. A sigh escaped her lips.

“I think this is better.” Sheila said.

Magnus pulled one of the ropes he had done a little tighter, as there had been some slack.

“I agree. Maybe we should just let her rest.”

“Hmmppffff.” Winona shook her head, struggling against her bonds.

It was not the first time Sheila and Mike had left her alone tied up while they were out. The funny thing was that Winona did not mind those moments, but she would never let them know about it, otherwise she would be constantly in bondage. Those longer sessions gave her time to mentally relax, even if she was tied up tight. Today was not a demanding tie, so she suspected that she could fall asleep tied like this, if for that big ballgag in her mouth.

“It is about dinner time.” Sheila mentioned.

“Oh, good. I can handle a real American steak.” Magnus said.

“Hmmpppffff.”

“Hush you.” Sheila said to Winona, before turning to Magnus.

“Mike will be out till 9 or 10. We can go and have dinner, I am hungry. Maybe we will bring something back for Winona.” She grinned.

Winona had given up struggling. She had no say in what was going to happen, so why should she fight it.

“Here, let me take that ball out.” Sheila said, before she undid the strap holding the ball in Winona’s mouth.

“Oh, that feels so good. Now let me go you bastards!”

“Is she calling us names?” Magnus asked Sheila.

“You heard me, let me go.”

With all her strength she fought the webbing and the sleep sack. It did not do her any good. She also did not pay attention to what was Sheila was doing and before she could react, Sheila had stuffed a smaller ballgag into her mouth.

“That’s what you get if you call us names.” Sheila stated, tightening the strap.

This ballgag was easier to manage for longer time and Sheila knew from experience that it made you drool less.

“Okay, let’s go.” Sheila said once done.

“Sounds like a plan.” Magnus said.

All that Winona could do was lie on the bed, unable to move much, as she watched her captors leave the studio area. The overhead lights turned off and the door closed, leaving her alone in the dark.

“Someday I will learn.” Winona thought, letting go of a big sigh.

Poor, poor, Sheila. If Sheila wasn't gagged, she would say, "Please, please don't throw me in the brier patch."