Stories of Tie Up Games

Nicely told, although I don"t believe the cliffhanger. They have been teasing Winona the entire chapter, so I guess they would free her in a few minutes and that rhis is just another step in bullying/teasing her.

Beaumains wrote: 8 months ago Nicely told, although I don"t believe the cliffhanger. They have been teasing Winona the entire chapter, so I guess they would free her in a few minutes and that rhis is just another step in bullying/teasing her.

I think the same! Well done @slackywacky

That certain someone in my life keeps telling me I should volunteer to be one of the models in this tale in fact he insists I should model many of the fun activities just for him

HappilyTaken wrote: 5 months ago That certain someone in my life keeps telling me I should volunteer to be one of the models in this tale in fact he insists I should model many of the fun activities just for him

Just play carefully and have fun!

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212 – Escape quest

“Have fun.”

Winona remembered those words well. They were the last words she heard before being left alone on the floor in her apartment. At first she waited, listening to hear if anybody was coming back. Being tied up was nothing new for her, being a bondage model. Being tied up for extended times was also nothing new, as they played these games regularly. But she was not sure if her friends were really going to leave her in her apartment, bound and gagged, until she heard the car doors opening and closing and the engine come to live. The car left, the sound disappearing into the evening. Now she knew she was alone, tied up in her apartment and only had a pair of scissors to escape.

“Hmmpppfff.” Winona sighed.

The ball in her mouth prevented her from speaking. It was not a very large gag, and it was not buckled extremely tight, but it worked well in making conversations unintelligent. Not that there was anybody in the room with her who she could talk to. It was not the first time she had been left alone; Mike and Sheila had a habit of doing this to her, but Jim and the others had also done it before. In most cases she had been left tied for a few hours, so she was not sure if this was going to be a similar case. She would have loved to go out for dinner, it would have taken her mind of Magnus, but here she was, lying on the soft carpet in her apartment. The owners of the store on ground level of the building would not be in till around 10 AM the next morning, which was more than 12 hours away, and even then she had no idea how she would alert them of her situation.

“Why did I agree to this?”

She knew very well how she got into this situation, as she had suggested it to the others herself. Not being left alone but being tied up. The time she had spent with Magnus had only deepened their relationship. The more time they were together, the more they knew they were made for each other. She knew that if she had not been tied up when dropping Magnus off at the airport, she would have joined him. Winona could not wait to talk to Magnus again, if only she had not been gagged and he was not on a plane.

“Hmmppffff.”

The ballgag kept her saying things out loud, but at least she understood herself what she was saying. For a long time, she just waited, waiting for the sound of the door to open. She had an electronic lock, and her friends knew the code, so there were people who could get in and rescue her. However, nothing happened. Cars driving by on the road was the only sound she heard. Occasionally the fridge would kick in, or the water heater could be heard in the distance. Every time a car came by her hopes went up that the car was coming to her apartment, but every time the car drove on, without stopping. She had moved around a bit so she could see the microwave clock. It had been 2 hours since she was left alone. If they were coming back, it could be at any moment, as dinner would not take that long. The scissors were a little bit away from her, but so far she had imagined that her captors would come back for her, so she had not moved around much.

“Maybe they are really leaving me.” Winona thought.

It did not surprise her that she was not angry with her friends. Playing games like this was part of their lifestyle. She remembered how she got to know Jim and the others and she was happy that she did. When her phone started to ring, it scared her. There was no way she could reach her phone to answer it, and in contrast to the old home phones and physical answering machines, you did not get to hear what the person calling was saying if they left a message. It would have to wait till she got free, or at least partially free, as she was not sure she would be able to escape all her bonds. With the phone silent again, she started to focus on getting out of the ropes. At least she could move around a little, as the hogtie was not super tight, luckily. She looked over at the scissors, her Martor Safety SecuPlus scissors, on the floor and started to move towards it. The carpet was nice and soft, but it was still taking effort to get to the scissors, and having a ballgag in your mouth does not help one’s breathing.

“Hhhmmpppffff.” She grunted, taking a break.

The hogtie might not have been too tight, it was still impeding her movements, and it took some time to get to where the scissors were on the floor. She rolled onto her side and immediately felt that she moved to close to the scissors, as she could feel them pressing into her side. Repositioning herself a little further away from the scissors helped. She could feel the scissors with her fingertips the second time she moved onto her side, but it was still out of reach. It took another 2 tries before she could grab the bright green scissors.

“Hmpf.” She sighed.

It felt like a small triumph feeling the scissors. Now she had to manage the scissors in such a way that she could cut the rope that held her in the hogtie. It was easier said than done, as Winona found out, but after some 10 tries, she finally managed to cut a strand of the rope. Since she had been hogtied with only minimal rope, it was enough to be able to stretch her legs, getting out of the hogtie. The rope was still connecting her ankles and wrists, but at least she could stretch, which really felt good.

“One down, several more to go.” She told herself.

At least she could move around easier. Even getting up from the floor was now an option, giving her more freedom to find a way out of her bonds. She slid over to the couch, holding on to the scissors, and used the couch to get herself on the seat. This allowed her to stand up as a next step. Looking at the microwave clock, she could see she had been tied for over 3 hours. The ropes still restricted a lot of her movement. The rope around her knees was, now that she was no longer held in the hogtie, not as tight as before, but there was nothing she could do with it yet, as she could not reach it. She needed her hands free. And with her elbows tied together, getting her arms free would still take effort. After standing up, she hopped to the bathroom, taking care not to trip. Luckily she had an automatic lamp in the bathroom that turned on when the sensor detected movement, as reaching the light switch was harder due to the location on the wall. The ropes around her waist prevented her from lifting her wrists.

“Think Wynona, think.” She said as she looked at her bound image in the mirror.

Using the mirror, Wynona tried to manipulate the scissors in such a way she could cut the rope around her waist. She had a little bit of movement, but the angle was awkward.

“Hmpf!” She cursed when she fumbled and dropped the scissors.

They fell into the sink, a place where, bound as she was, she could not reach for them. She knew she had another pair of scissors in the kitchen, which she might be able to get to. Carefully, she did not want to fall, she headed towards the open kitchen, taking small steps. The drawer with the scissors was at least at the right height for her, just below the countertop, and even more lucky, the kitchen scissors were on the left-hand side of the drawer. After grabbing them, she made her way back to the bathroom. She had to take a moment to rest.

“Hhmmpppff.” She mumbled when she heard her phone ring again.

Getting loose was more important now. The kitchen scissors were shorter than the safety scissors lying in the sink, but just long enough to be able to cut the rope around her waist. This time she managed to cut two strands, making it easier to undo the rope.

“Yes!” She said to herself.

With her wrists now being able to move more, Winona focused on the rope around her wrists. It was lucky that her wrists were not super tight, allowing her to use the scissors to cut a strand. She was very careful; she did not want to cut herself and bleed to death. It took a lot of fumbling around before she felt the rope fall to the floor. With her elbows tied together, and ropes around her upper body, ankles, and knees, she was still limited in her movement, but she was getting there.

“Phone!” She said to herself.

She wanted to know who called her. The phone was on the dining table, so she carefully made her way over to where her phone was. With her hands free, it was not hard to handle her phone and get to her messages.

“…won a prize, a trip to Hawaii. Please press 2 for service in Spanish. Your call is important to us, please stay on the line for the next available agent.”

“Spam.” Winona sighed.

She cut the call short, erasing the message. The next message was much better.

“Hi Winona, Magnus here. You might still be tied up, so I will keep this short. Flight has been delayed, 45 minutes or so, so I’m waiting for boarding. Miss you already. Be safe and we’ll talk soon.”

Hearing Magnus’s voice made her feel good. She noticed she had one more message, this one from Mike.

“Hi Winona, just reminding you that you have a photo shoot at 9 AM. See you tomorrow.”

The call had come in when she had been locked up in the trunk of the car when they dropped Magnus off at the airport. She had forgotten about that one. She knew that while she was gagged, calling back was not very useful, plus it was getting late anyway. She left her phone on the table and looked around to see how she could get rid of the gag. It had not been applied very tightly, but still tight enough that she could not get the ball out of her mouth.

“Maybe if I use the edge of the table.” Winona thought.

Leaning forward to the table edge, pushing the ball as good as she could with her tongue, it almost came out, but it was that last bit, just before the ball came out that it slipped and the ball popped back into her mouth. She gave it several more tries, but the result was the same, the gag was just tight enough to prevent her from pushing it out.

“Hhhhmmmpppffff.” She grunted in frustration.

Suddenly she heard people coming up the stairs to her door. There was a knock on the door. Whoever was coming to her door must be somebody she knew, as moments later she heard somebody enter the code to her door lock. The door opened and Mike and Sheila walked in. Winona looked relieved.

“Well, look at that. What have we got here.” Sheila grinned.

Winona sighed in relief.

“Diana called us and asked us to check on you. However we were held up, so it took a lot longer than we expected.” Mike stated.

It was a relief to Winona that Diana and Linda had not just left her, they had made sure somebody was going to check in on her.

“You did pretty good. I bet you thought you were left alone, didn’t you?” Sheila asked, as she walked around Winona inspecting the native beauty’s bonds.

“Hhhmmpppffff.” Winona nodded.

“Well, that saves us some work.” Mike grinned.

“Hhmmpppff?”

Sheila handed Mike a rope from a bag she was carrying. To Winona’s surprise, he used it to tie her wrists together. Winona was so stunned; she did not even react. Only when he started on a waist rope, tying both her wrists and the waist rope tighter than it had been before, did she start to react.

“Hhmmpppff!” She shook her head.

“I think that gag can be a little tighter.” Sheila grinned as Winona mumbled in her gag.

Winona tried to hop away but was easily stopped by Mike. He applied a blindfold, throwing Winona into darkness. Then he fixed the rope around her knees, making it tighter, before lifting Winona up carrying her towards the door.

“Don’t worry, we’ll lock up.” Sheila stated.

Carefully Mike carried her down the stairs to their car. He opened the trunk, carefully placing Winona in the trunk, before tying her into a nice tight hogtie. Winona did not struggle, she knew she was in safe hands, plus she had a photo shoot coming up with them anyway.

“Hhmmpppff?” She mumbled.

With a thud the trunk closed. To her surprise Winona came to the realization that she was not alone. Somebody else was in the trunk of the car with her.

“Hhmmpppff?” Winona grunted.

“Hmmpff.”

The response confirmed she was indeed not alone, but she had no idea who the other prisoner was. At that moment she heard the car doors open and close, before the engine started.

“Get comfortable you two, we still have a way to go.”

Winona wondered what was in store for them. At least for the moment she had completely forgotten about Magnus.

Fun x i love / hate cliff hangers

THE MASTER OF THE PEN HAS RETURNED!! Good to see another part in this wonderful saga. I suspect Winona is forgetting about her shoot the next day, or even worse, the shoot has already begun.

Another stellar chapter in an already stellar story. Welcome back.

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213 – In the hay

“We have arrived at our destination.” Sheila called out to the two prisoners in the back of the car, as the engine turned off.

Winona had expected that they would go to the studio, and she knew how long it approximately took to get from her apartment to the studio, but this trip felt longer. Plus, she wondered, why would they go to the studio at night. They might have gone somewhere else. After Mike and Sheila left the car, it took a while before the trunk opened.

“How are the ladies doing?” Mike asked.

“Hmmpppffff.” Winona grunted, the other woman stayed quiet.

“Really? That is all you have to say?” He grinned, seeing the reactions from the two hogtied women.

He worked on the rope that held Winona in a hogtie. Once the rope was released, he lifted her out of the trunk.

“Glad you are pretty light.” He grinned. “Don’t struggle or I might drop you.”

“Hhmmpppff.” Winona replied, nodding.

She had no idea where she was, but she trusted Mike and Sheila. Being one of their favorite models. She worked a lot with them, and they often played games with her. Mike swung her over his shoulder and started to walk. It was not a long walk and Winona figured they entered a building as the sounds had changed. They walked up onto something that was wood or sounded like wood.

“You good?” Mike asked her.

“Hmpf.” She mumbled.

“Okay. Here you go.”

Before Winona could ask what he meant, he lifted her off his shoulder and threw her away from him. Winona screamed in her gag, before she landed on what felt like hay. It was a nice soft landing, the hay cushioning her landing. Mike grinned at her reactions.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll get your companion.”

Mike looked for a moment at the native woman lying in the straw before he walked back to the car. The hay was used for the horses that he and Sheila kept at their ranch. Winona had been there a few times, but obviously she had not figured out where she was until she landed in the hay.

“How are you doing?” He asked the woman that was still hogtied in the trunk of the car.

“Hhhhmmmpppffff.” She mumbled softly.

“Hold on, while I untie the hogtie rope. It is a little tight after your long journey.”

After trying to get the knot undone without success, Mike just cut the rope, as that was easier.

“Same thing for you, in case you heard it before when I told Winona, don’t struggle, I do not want to drop you. Okay?”

“Hmpf.”

“I know you have been tied for a while but based on what you wrote on your application form, that is nothing new for you, so we will keep you tied a little while longer. Okay, Sally?”

Sally nodded. The day had been interesting for her, to say the least. Her mother was a bondage model when she was younger and they played lots of bondage games around the house, but she wanted more, she wanted to see if she could be a model like her mother had been. Now that she was 19 years old, she had asked her mother if she could connect with a bondage agency to see if she could become a model.

“Careful now.” Mike said as he lifted Sally.

Like Winona, Sally was tied tightly. Wrists and elbows touching behind her back, knees and ankles tied together and a rope around her waist, keeping her arms bound to the middle of her back. She was also gagged and blindfolded.

“Okay?” Mike asked again.

“Hmpf.”

He did the same with Sally as he had done with Winona, when he was at the hay storage area, he lifted Sally off his shoulder and threw her in the hay, making sure to keep her away from Winona. Much like Winona, Sally screamed when she was thrown into the hay. Not knowing what to expect, the landing in the hay was a surprise. The hay tickled her bare skin. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, there was lots of skin to tickle, and there was nothing Sally could do about it.

“Don’t go anywhere.” Mike called out to the two women.

Sheila filmed the transport from the car trunk to the hay of both women. While Mike parked the car, she kept filming the two prisoners. Neither woman in the hay was moving much. Winona had at least some knowledge of where they were, being at the ranch before, but for Sally it was all new. She had no idea where she was, or how long she had been bound and gagged. She had asked her friend Bridget to drive her to the studio of Jim and Diana, over 4 hours away, when Diana suggested they would meat halfway, as Sheila and Mike came back from an event out of town and they could pick Sally up. She had not expected to be bound and gagged for the part of the trip with Sheila and Mike, but Diana had told Sally she trusted them, so nervously, Sally had agreed to being tied up. Sheila had recommended that Bridget take a photo of Sheila, Mike and Sally, and the car they drove, to make Sally less nervous. The last photo Bridget took was of a tightly hogtied, blindfolded and gagged Sally in the trunk of said car. While Mike and Sheila headed west, Bridget headed east. Sally was scheduled to stay for 4 days with Jim and Diana.

“Hhhmmpppffff.” Winona mumbled, gently fighting her bonds.

She knew that escaping was not likely, Mike and Sheila were too experienced to let that happen, but that did not mean she was not trying. It was part of the game. Sally was just lying still in the hay. Sheila was standing at the edge of the hay storage area filming both women. After parking the car, Mike got some water and granola bars from the house, before coming back to Sheila.

“Time for late night snack.” He said, as he walked into the hay, , which was not as easy as it sounded, making his way over to Sally.

The hay area was lit by large LED lights Mike had installed all over the ranch.

After removing the ballgag and blindfold, he fed Sally some water and a granola bar. It took a moment for Sally to get used to the light, even if it was not very bright.

“Hope you are not allergic to nuts.”

“No, I’m not. Sally replied, her voice was a little raspy from being gagged for hours.

Sheila was still filming.

“Where are we?” Sally asked, looking around.

“This is our ranch. Just a small one, a few horses and goats.”

“Oh, I don’t mind seeing that.”

“Sorry missy, you are not going to see anything.” Mike replied, before he held the ballgag in front of Sally.

It looked like she wanted to resist, although being tightly bound makes that a little hard to do.

“Open up.”

Without a word, she opened her mouth and Mike pushed the ball between her teeth. The straps were pulled tight, preventing the ball from coming out of Sally’s mouth. Once she was gagged, Mike produced a black spandex hood and pulled it over Sally’s head, blocking all light.

“Hmmppffff.” Sally moaned, not happy that she was blindfolded again, and the hood was not as easy to remove as clothes over her eyes.

She protested a bit more when Mike hogtied her again, although compared to the hogtie she had experienced while driving here, this was a mild one. Inescapable, as Mark was not that stupid, but not super tight. After checking Sally’s bonds, Mike made his way over to Winona. The process was much the same. She got something to drink, a granola bar to eat, before the ballgag was inserted again and another spandex hood, this one bright red, was pulled over Winona’s head. The hogtie rope for her was like Sally’s, not as tight. She did not bother to complain, she knew it would not help.

“Sweet dreams.” Mike said, before covering both prisoners up with hay.

“Hmmppfff?” Sally mumbled, followed by protests from Winona.

Neither woman wanted to stay in the hay for the rest of the night.

“We’ll see you in the morning.” Mike said, as he made his way out of the hay storage area.

It was a cool night, but not cold, and the hay area was covered with a roof, to prevent rain from reaching it. Winona and Sally were about 10 yards apart but being hogtied in hay did not increase their changes of escaping.

“Did you get it all?” Mike asked Sheila.

“Other than you blocking the view? Yes, I did.”

Mike grinned. He knew perfectly well that he did not block the view, if he did, it just meant Sheila had not been standing in the right position. The CCTV cameras around the farm also covered the hay area, so Mike and Sheila could see what was happening in the house.

“Sally is one tough cookie.” Sheila said.

They walked to the ranch house, leaving Sally and Winona alone in the hay.

“She’ll fit right in.”

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Notice: Sally is a crossover from my 'All in the family' story. However, since this is an adult story and the other one is not, this will not be a cross-over similar to what I did before. Sally's stories will be separate between the two stories.

Have a great 2026 y'all!

I know this is a fantasy story, but I cannot help to get a little annoyed how these riggers deal with new models. Earlier, Misty and co were tied for a long during their first session, and Sally is treated even worse. You would expect that for a first session (especially with a young, first-time model), that there would be extra safety precautions like a clear contract stating what will happen and what the riggers are allowed to do. Putting her in the trunk and leaving her outside (even with CCTV) is quite irresponsible. (Still, love this part, and I am not asking you to make this story more realistic. That's why it's a story, but I can't help how I feel after reading it.) Hence, I like the touch of Bridget taking pictures, but I am not sure whether it is sufficient.

Anyways, always happy to read your writings and a happy 2026.

Great to see one of my favorite characters from one of my favorite stories cross over to here! I can’t wait to see how her modeling career goes!

Beaumains wrote: 2 weeks ago I know this is a fantasy story

Yep, it is. And Sally is definitely not a stranger to being in bondage for long times, thanks to her boyfriend DW and her family/friends (see All in the family story). It is not like she is green to bondage, she's been in worse situations, including some 24 hour bondage.

Winona is no stranger to long bondage situations, often the result of modelling for Mike and Sheila.

And I think these stories are a reflection of my own bondage life. I was tied up for about 5 hours this week (so far).

Thanks for the comments.