Stories of Tie Up Games

Maybe I hope she starts take a more Dom approach like face sitting men do like the feeling of latex on their faces

Neostardustdragon101 wrote: 7 months ago Maybe I hope she starts take a more Dom approach like face sitting men do like the feeling of latex on their faces

@Neostardustdragon101 I will keep that in mind. We shall see

Part 12:
I raised an eyebrow and tried to hold back a laugh. “What do you mean, you can’t find the key?”

Madeline’s face flushed as she dug through the box again, her giggles breaking up the mounting awkwardness. “It’s not the end of the world,” she said with a forced cheeriness, trying to sound optimistic. “I’ll just have to… text Minh. She might have an extra key.”

I tilted my head, still half-laughing. “And why would Minh have an extra key?”

She paused, her cheeks coloring a bit more. “Because, well… she loaned me the chains.”

I let out an exaggerated sigh and chuckled, running a hand through my hair. “Of course. Borrowed chains.” I couldn’t help but laugh as Madeline, with the chains still clinking around her ankles, shuffled awkwardly over to the table to grab her phone. She typed a quick message to Minh, glancing back at me with a sheepish smile.

As she hit send, I couldn’t resist teasing her. “You didn’t check to make sure you had the key first?”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, shrugging as she held up her chained wrists. “I was…a little distracted.”

I chuckled, watching her wait for a response, tapping her fingers impatiently. “This is what I get for trusting you with the planning, isn’t it?”

She grinned, giving me a playful look. “Guess you’re just stuck with me now.”

Madeline’s phone vibrated, and she checked it with a flustered, eager look. Her cheeks flushed a bit deeper as her gloved fingers tapped at the screen, her chained wrists awkwardly holding the phone in front of her as she typed a quick reply.

I couldn’t resist. “Is that Minh?”

Madeline glanced at me, her cheeks coloring even more. “Yeah… and she wants to know how I got myself stuck in the chains.” She laughed, shaking her head as she typed back.

After a moment, she let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god. Minh has another key.”

“Good to know,” I replied with a grin. “So, what can I do to help?”

She glanced up, a playful glint in her eyes. “Minh’s going to bring it over… but it could be a while.”

I raised an eyebrow as she batted her eyelashes. In a soft, playful tone, Madeline asked, “What should we do until then?”

Without missing a beat, I slipped my arms around her, pulling her close. “What do you have in mind?” I asked, my voice low and inviting.

A mischievous smile spread across her face. “Well,” she purred, her eyes dancing with excitement, “you already have me chained up. Maybe you could… put the gag back on me…” She leaned in close, her voice a soft murmur. “…and we can…”

Before she could finish, I closed the distance, cutting her off with a kiss.

I leaned in close, my warm breath brushing against her cheek as my fingers traced along the curve of her jaw. Madeline smirked, tilting her head back to meet my gaze, the gleam in her eyes both challenging and inviting.

I ran a hand down her arm, my fingers lingering near the chains at her wrist. “I’m not sure there’s much we can do with you like this. I mean — You’re in a bit of a bind, aren’t you?” I teased, my voice low.

She rolled her eyes playfully, tugging against the restraints just enough to make the metal clink. “Only because you think it’ll keep me under control,” she replied, her voice soft and daring, a smile ghosting her lips.

I leaned closer, brushing a light kiss along her neck, just beneath the loose gag that hung around her collar. “Oh, I don’t think you’d be so easily controlled,” I murmured, my voice full of playful mischief. “But I think you like a little challenge.”

She laughed, tipping her chin up. “Maybe I just like seeing you try.” Her voice was light but layered with meaning, her gaze unbreaking.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning in to catch her lips in a brief, heated kiss. “You keep tempting me like that,” I whispered, “and I might have to make sure that gag isn’t just for decoration.”

She gave me a challenging look, eyes glinting as she whispered, “Go ahead. I dare you.”

Our laughter mingled with our kisses, filling the room with an energy both playful and electric.

I trailed my lips down her neck, lingering on the soft spot just below her ear, feeling her breathing quicken with each gentle kiss. Slowly, I moved lower, brushing my mouth along her collarbone, before reaching her chest. I took my time, planting gentle, teasing kisses along the curves of her breasts. The thin layer of latex stretched over her skin heightened every sensation, and I could see her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

I cupped her breasts, my fingers finding her nipples beneath the slick, smooth material. They were already firm under my touch, and I circled my thumb slowly, feeling her shiver in response as she let out a soft moan. I leaned in closer, murmuring in a low, playful tone, “You know, with you all chained up like this, it’s going to be quite a challenge getting you out of these clothes.”

Madeline looked at me, her eyes full of mischief as she bit her lip and let out a soft laugh. “I might have an idea for that…” She trailed off, a smile playing at her lips, her eyes bright with excitement.

Madeline’s eyes sparkled with a playful glint as she took a few cautious steps towards the hallway. “Follow me,” she whispered, and I caught the faintest blush coloring her cheeks. She led the way into the bedroom, moving carefully with the chains still wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Each step brought a soft clinking sound, the chains occasionally tugging at her movements, and I could see the way she balanced her restrained steps to avoid losing her rhythm.

Once we arrived in her bedroom, she turned to face me, a coy smile spreading across her lips. “Alright, now—take off your clothes,” she said, her voice low and teasing. I raised an eyebrow, giving her an amused look. “So you get to stay in that, and I’m supposed to be the one with no clothes on? Seems a little unfair,” I said, chuckling.

Madeline grinned. “Trust me,” she replied, her eyes wandering down my frame.

I shrugged, deciding to play along, and reached up to pull my shirt over my head. As I tossed it aside, I caught her gaze again, noticing the way her eyes lingered, drinking in the sight of my bare chest. “All the way down,” she murmured, gesturing towards my waist with a playful arch of her brow.

I chuckled as I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, sliding them down and stepping out of them until I was left standing there in a snug pair of black briefs.

We stood in the low light of her bedroom, our eyes sweeping over each other with a quiet intensity. I could feel her gaze tracing the contours of my shoulders, chest, and down my torso to where the black briefs hugged my frame. Her expression held a playful confidence, but her eyes gave away a hint of excitement and something deeper. My eyes moved over her in return, lingering on the glossy, black latex hugging her body, the thigh-high stockings drawing my gaze down her legs, and the straps covering her breasts just enough to tease and entice.

Madeline’s lips curled in a mischievous smile as she turned and walked to one of her drawers. I watched her movements, the faint rustling of the chains as she moved, her restrained steps somehow even more alluring. She pulled open the drawer, producing a roll of heavy-duty black duct tape, holding it up with a smirk.

“Now,” she purred, her eyes glinting with intent, “put your hands together.”

I raised a brow, a bit surprised. “You want to tie me up when you’re already chained up?” I asked with a teasing smirk.

Her smile grew wider as she took a step closer, her voice soft and reassuring. “Trust me,” she murmured, the same hint of excitement in her voice.

I nodded and brought my wrists together in front of me, curiosity building. With her hands chained, she managed to stretch the tape from the roll with a slight snap, the sound resonating in the quiet room. She wrapped the tape around my wrists slowly, the thick adhesive making a distinct sound as it stretched and bound, layer by layer. Her fingers brushed my skin as she secured the tape, and I could feel the cool, slight pressure as she wound it tight.

Finally, she tore off the last strip with a crisp snap and gave me a satisfied smile. Her gaze lingered over me, the chains clinking faintly as she tilted her head. “Now,” she said in a low, playful voice, “lie down on the bed.”

I laid back on her bed, feeling the cool sheets beneath me, and watched Madeline carefully maneuver atop me, her every movement deliberate and restrained by the chains around her wrists and ankles. She climbed up, inch by inch, her gaze never leaving mine, a playful spark lighting up her eyes as she moved.

The chain between her ankles draped across my chest as she positioned herself, adding an element of tension and excitement. Her latex-encased thighs rose beside my head, the slick, glossy material hugging every curve of her legs, and the faint creak of the latex punctuated each small shift as she straddled over my face.

She leaned forward, the chain between her wrists grazing over my torso as she placed her hands on either side of my shoulders to balance herself, and slowly, she lowered her body, teasing me with the anticipation of every gradual inch. Her voice was a soft, sultry murmur, barely audible yet charged with intent.

“Is this what you wanted?” she whispered with a smirk, her tone dripping with flirtation. “You love it when I have all the control, don’t you?” She bit her lip, watching my reaction. “Helpless beneath me…all mine.”

The teasing lilt in her voice matched the glint in her eye as she leaned in further, her chains rattling softly with each movement.

My lips brushed against Madeline’s latex clad pussy as she slowly lowered herself onto my face, my nose burying itself deep into the contour of her pussy through the latex bottoms as she slightly squeezed my head between her thighs.

Madeline leaned over me, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she looked him up and down, taking in his restrained state. Her fingers traced lightly along his chest, drawing little circles that made him shiver.

She slowly dipped her hips again as I nibbled gently on the contour of her pussy through the latex stretched over it. She threw her head back, eyes closed tightly, and let out a euphoric moan. Her eyes opened as she slowly raised her hips, a smile playing across her mouth.

“Oh, look at you,” she murmured, her voice soft and teasing. “All tied up. You’re completely at my mercy.” She tilted her head, eyes dancing with playful intent as she slowly lowered herself onto my lips again — the taste of the latex filling my mouth as I tongued at her pussy. She let out a soft whimper before playfully continuing, “Not too talkative now. Are you nervous I might gag you?”

I shifted slightly, arching my neck to meet her pussy through the latex bottoms with my lips as she giggled. “Oh, don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this,” she whispered through panting and her rhythmic breathing. “I can see it in your eyes. You want more, don’t you?”

My lips brush against the latex, hovering just close enough to tease me. “Maybe I’ll be nice,” she purred. “Or maybe I’ll just take my sweet time.” Her fingers trailed down, lingering just long enough to make my heart race. She smiled, savoring my anticipation.

With a glint of mischief in her eyes, Madeline reached up, her movements slightly restricted by the chains around her wrists. She carefully took hold of the latex gag that had been hanging around her neck, stretching it taut between her fingers as she brought it back up to her mouth. With a slow, deliberate motion, she pulled the strip of glossy black latex over her lips, letting it snap snugly into place. The gag molded perfectly to the contours of her mouth, hugging every curve and pressing down just enough to outline her lips in a way that made them stand out, soft yet silenced beneath the tight material.

She glanced down at me, her eyes dancing with playful energy as she exaggeratedly tried to speak. “Mmm… Mmpphh…” Her voice was muffled, each attempt to form words turning into an unintelligible hum, but her flirtatious tone was unmistakable. The latex muffled her sounds into a series of soft, stifled murmurs that turned her teasing words into sweetly incoherent nonsense, every bit of her meaning clear even without the words.

“Mmmph—Mmm…Mmm—Mmpphhh?” she murmured, batting her eyelashes at me. The gentle strain in her voice hinted at her attempt to sound playful and coy, though her words came out entirely garbled. Her tone rose and fell, as though she were trying to keep up a flirtatious banter through the gag, each sound turning into a muffled whisper that was both sweetly teasing and thoroughly enticing.

As Madeline lowered herself onto my face, a rush of anticipation and surrender washed over me, heightening every sensation. My whole body was tense and attentive, tuned to her every movement, feeling an odd thrill in relinquishing control entirely to her. My hands, still bound from her earlier handiwork, remained clasped in front of me, and in that moment of vulnerability, I felt my pulse quicken with a strange exhilaration at my submission, allowing her to take full command.

Madeline’s moans, muffled by the tight latex gag, were a mix of pleasure and restraint, their muted sound as enticing as it was teasing. The gag’s grip softened her voice to a series of low, stifled sounds, each one adding to the intensity of the moment. Her restrained, breathy moans were punctuated by the faint, metallic clinking of the chains around her wrists and ankles, a steady reminder of her own limitations. Every shift she made, every small movement, was accompanied by the delicate jangle of the chains, echoing lightly in the air.

Her latex-clad thighs framed my face as she slowly and purposefully lowered herself, inch by inch, drawing out the moment as long as possible. The latex material clung to her, taut and sleek, accentuating the lines of her body, its slight squeak creating a gentle rhythm in time with her movements. Each inch felt electrifying as she pressed down, her body warm and close, enveloping me in a way that was both smothering and thrilling.

My nose buried itself into the latex that stretched across her round, voluptuous ass. My tongue nibbled and flicked at her latex clad pussy. Madeline moaned aloud, muffled by the gag pulled tightly over her mouth, as she slowly flexed her hips, grinding her pussy and ass against my mouth. My breathing was restricted as she smothered me in between her thighs.

As her weight settled gently on me, she began to move slowly, sensually, shifting her hips with a deliberate rhythm. Her moans grew a little louder despite the gag, vibrating against the latex that held her lips in place. Her body pulsed in time with her sounds, and I let myself be swept away in the sensations, completely enveloped by her presence, each movement of hers sending a shiver down my spine.


To be continued…

Really good descriptive tale, more please.

Darkmagi521 wrote: 6 months ago Really good descriptive tale, more please.

@Darkmagi521 thank you for the positive feedback! Definitely more to come