Stories of Tie Up Games

SashaMoh wrote: 2 months ago Ryn smiled. He stepped back from the mirror admiring his new gym fit on his slim toned 5'8 frame. His short tight black bicycle shorts showing off his increasingly curvier muscular quads and glutes. His big baggy oversized tan hoodie he chose as his cute pump cover encompassing and obscuring his toned upper body. He turned and gave his foot, clad in scrunched white slouch socks and white sneakers, a kick back in excitement. He bounced excitedly smiling now that he was ready to go to the gym as the new him. His medium wavy dark hair done. His black eyeliner and eyeshadow applied. His friends warnings still sounding in his mind. *we support the new you but just be careful!* they said. Warning him of the prejudice her could encounter. He brushed them off with a smile. He was 27 and making up for lost time. What's really the worst that could happen?...

He was right...He definitely didn't need to worry about the prejudice that day...

No one paid attention to the 6'4 bodybuilder as he walked out of the locker room after his workout. Why would they? No one noticed how his smile had a hidden deviousness to it. No one noticed the barely noticeable change to his walking gait as he carried his large black gym bag slung over one shoulder. No one noticed a slight nervousness to his eyes when his buddies stopped him on the way out to say bye. None of his buddies noticed the soft breathless muffled grunt come from the bag when he set it down for a moment. None of them noticed the almost imperceptible shifts the bag made on its own as it sat there. No one noticed the relief as he picked it up and continued his exit finally. And no one noticed his smile widen as he set the bag in his trunk and patted it proudly before closing the trunk, getting in, and driving away....

The Pink Asylum wrote: 2 months ago

SashaMoh wrote: 2 months ago Ryn smiled. He stepped back from the mirror admiring his new gym fit on his slim toned 5'8 frame. His short tight black bicycle shorts showing off his increasingly curvier muscular quads and glutes. His big baggy oversized tan hoodie he chose as his cute pump cover encompassing and obscuring his toned upper body. He turned and gave his foot, clad in scrunched white slouch socks and white sneakers, a kick back in excitement. He bounced excitedly smiling now that he was ready to go to the gym as the new him. His medium wavy dark hair done. His black eyeliner and eyeshadow applied. His friends warnings still sounding in his mind. *we support the new you but just be careful!* they said. Warning him of the prejudice her could encounter. He brushed them off with a smile. He was 27 and making up for lost time. What's really the worst that could happen?...

He was right...He definitely didn't need to worry about the prejudice that day...

No one paid attention to the 6'4 bodybuilder as he walked out of the locker room after his workout. Why would they? No one noticed how his smile had a hidden deviousness to it. No one noticed the barely noticeable change to his walking gait as he carried his large black gym bag slung over one shoulder. No one noticed a slight nervousness to his eyes when his buddies stopped him on the way out to say bye. None of his buddies noticed the soft breathless muffled grunt come from the bag when he set it down for a moment. None of them noticed the almost imperceptible shifts the bag made on its own as it sat there. No one noticed the relief as he picked it up and continued his exit finally. And no one noticed his smile widen as he set the bag in his trunk and patted it proudly before closing the trunk, getting in, and driving away....

This is a good one!

Kyle wrote: 1 month ago Eric twisted and pulled against the ropes, but they were too tight and tied too well to get anything free. Any attempt to shout for help was severely muffled by the bandana stuffed in his mouth, with another one tied over to hold it in place. He tried to open the door to the closet, but while he could reach the doorknob with his bound hands, the door wouldn't budge. Apparently, something had been used to block the door.

Down the hall, his older sister Janet and 3 of her softball teammates were able to enjoy their sleepover in peace now they'd taken care of Eric's constant pestering of them.

WhereAmI wrote: 1 month ago @Kyle @the pink asylum

Sometimes older sisters cheat by getting their friends to help them tie up their little brother.

guardian741 wrote: 1 month ago The man strained against his hogtie as he lay on his side, humiliated by the cackling women around him - his wife and her friends. He regretted being so cocky about his football team’s likelihood of winning their game… and making a bet with the women.

“Having fun down there?” Angela - his wife’s annoying best friend - teased as she poked his taped mouth with her bare toes. The man mumbled angrily into the socks she had so gleefully taken off and packed into his mouth - his anger split between being at this annoying woman’s mercy, and being forced to chew on the foul socks.

His wife relaxed on the couch, keeping her feet resting on the man’s side, crossed at the ankles.
“I could get used to this” she sighed.

Another woman laughed as she pressed her bare foot’s toes over the man’s nose… laughing more loudly when he groaned in disgust and frustration. The woman and Angela began a friendly competition of who could keep their toes over the squirming man’s nose the longest.

“The winner gets to shove their foot in his mouth” the man’s wife suggested.
The other two women cheered giddily and began competing with increased fervor, ignoring the man’s muffled protests. He glared at his smirking wife… she simply blew him a kiss.

It was going to be a long night.

WhereAmI wrote: 1 month ago @Kyle @the pink asylum

Sometimes older sisters cheat by getting their friends to help them tie up their little brother.

guardian741 wrote: 1 month ago “I guess you’re right bro, us girls DO suck at basketball compared to you “men” “. Sara said sarcastically.

Her brother - thoroughly duct taped to the basketball hoop post, mumbled angrily into his gag as he struggled. His 3 friends joined him in being duct-taped decoration for the pole.

“Thats why us girls beat you 36 to 14, huh?”
Sara’s 3 friends all smirked at the man as he attempted to protest.

“And how do my socks taste, bro? Like victory?” Sara teased as she poked his gagged mouth.

“GGGRMMMKPH MMMMPH!”

“Im sure you boys will do a better job as our footstools later than you did at playing basketball…. But for now, we’re going to leave you here as a reminder to any other male punks in this neighborhood that want to accuse us girls of not being good enough to have our own league”

“Mmmmmmmmph!”

Kyle wrote: 1 week ago As soon as I knew the school's Renaissance fair had a set of stocks, and Miss Watson the cute new history teacher was around it, I knew what had to be done. Luckily, she was pretty energetic about trying new things and volunteered to have her feet locked in without much discussion.

Then one of the braver guys asked if we could tie her hands behind her back. She was more hesitant on this, but still agreed, I think once she made sure another teacher was around, but conceded.

It only lasted a few minutes, but seeing Miss Watson bound and squirming in the stocks was one of the most memorable experiences I'd ever have in school.

(Fictional story, there is a VERY tiny grain of truth: we had a Renaissance fair in 8th grade with some stocks, but unfortunately, they didn't actually lock. I did see a classmate get tied up that day though, one of two times I remember someone getting bound in school)

The Pink Asylum wrote: 1 week ago

Kyle wrote: 1 week ago As soon as I knew the school's Renaissance fair had a set of stocks, and Miss Watson the cute new history teacher was around it, I knew what had to be done. Luckily, she was pretty energetic about trying new things and volunteered to have her feet locked in without much discussion.

Then one of the braver guys asked if we could tie her hands behind her back. She was more hesitant on this, but still agreed, I think once she made sure another teacher was around, but conceded.

It only lasted a few minutes, but seeing Miss Watson bound and squirming in the stocks was one of the most memorable experiences I'd ever have in school.

(Fictional story, there is a VERY tiny grain of truth: we had a Renaissance fair in 8th grade with some stocks, but unfortunately, they didn't actually lock. I did see a classmate get tied up that day though, one of two times I remember someone getting bound in school)

Renaissance fair is a good one especially cause it is partly true!