Stories of Tie Up Games

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01 - You Belong to Me
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By tom

Tuesday, October 22nd 2002 - 01:38:29 PM

In college, i was able to convince a lovely girl friend (friends, not dating) to play a little bondage game in my car one night. We parked out by the school gym (in a Volkswagen Rabbit, of all things). We spent a lot of time there listening to music, talking, and giving back and foot massages.

Once, I encouraged her to massage my feet by using her nails, and once she saw it was actually a tickle fetish, she obliged by sometimes just tickling and watching me wriggle in ecstasy.

One night, I pulled some rope out of the back seat and said, "Tie me up. Then, you can tickle me and I can't fight you."

She was apprehensive, but conceded. I took my shoes off and placed my feet in her lap. She said, "First things first" and had me put my wrists on the steering wheel. She tied them tightly on either side of the wheel, with me leaning against the driver's side door.

"Now, for your feet". She slipped my socks off. "If I'm gonna tickle you, I want bare feet," she mused. That was what I was hoping for.

She roped my ankles together and attempted to tie the ends to the door handle, with only some luck. My feet were tightly bound, but they weren't totally immobile. Still, with what she was about to do, I wasn't planning to try to escape.

She made a bet - you have 1 minute to get free, if you don't, I tickle your feet for 1 minute. Then, you get another minute. For each minute you are tied, you are tickled for a minute.

For how long? I asked. A Roger Waters tape was playing. Until this tape is over...thank God he writes long songs.

She gave me my obligatory minute, and I squirmed about, but couldn't escape. I imagine I could've if I were alone and desperate, but the incentive to stay her prisoner was too great.

When the digital car clock turned over one minute, she smiled. "Now, stay still. For the next minute, you belong to me". She laughed as my feet wiggled at her touch. Her nails were long, and she knew just how to delicately dance them along my soles to get the maximum reaction. It was sheer torture.

We went back and forth like this for about 15 minutes, then she took mercy and said she'd untie me. Worried that I'd be too pushy, I agreed. She untied my feet, and then untied my hands.

There was another time she had me massage her bare feet while my hands were tied together, but she didn't like tickling, so I had to behave...

tom

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Thursday, November 7th 2002 - 04:01:45 AM

OK, here goes: in college, I had a friend/girlfriend named Liz. We often sat in a vacant church lot in my car and talked, and gave each other massages. One night, while sitting in the car, I offered a foot massage, and she gladly plopped her tiny feet in my lap. Rather than remove her shoes and massage, I quickly slapped a handcuff around one ankle. She pulled the other foot away, but I told her either this one foot would be cuffed to the steering wheel, or if she gave me the other foot, I would just chain them together, but they wouldn't be attached to anything. She hesitantly conceded, still unsure of my plan. I pushed her feet together, and looped the handcuffs through the steering wheel, slapping the other cuff on her free ankle. "You liar!" she quipped. "Why did you chain my feet?"

I removed her pumps (she always wore dressy shoes, no hose)."You won't be needing these..." I said. "Oh no..you're not going to tickle my feet!"

"That's the idea," I said. Once she was barefoot, I traced a finger along her sole. She squealed and tried to slap at me, but the angle at which she had to sit for her feet to be suspended via the wheel was high enough that she couldn't do much damage. I lied again: "I have some rope too. Slap at me again, and you'll find your hands tied."

She said, "Fine. Get this over with." So, I attacked her feet joyously, scampering my fingers along her soles, insteps, and toes. She giggled and shrieked, and threatened revenge.

I finally relented and unchained her. She stayed mad for a while, but decided to forgive me after she plotted her revenge, which is the next chapter of this story, coming soon.

tom