Stories of Tie Up Games

Suzanne is a 58 year old veteran of three marriages, two divorces and a Widow. Despite all she has three daughters and three grandchildren. Kate aged 36 is divorced and has 11 year old Rory, Charlotte (Charlie) 34 is divorced with twins Emma and Sara aged 13, and Olivia (Oli) is 24 with no interest in men.

Suzanne works to keep herself fit, with her large chest and wide hips she nonetheless maintains tones legs, “Top Shelf and legs” she was called when younger. She cycles regularly, tries to walk to the small Solicitor’s office where she works part time, and regularly goes to the gym. Today she is returning from an exercise class wearing white t shirt over pink sports bra, black tracksuit jacket, 3/4 length black leggings, white socks and trainers. She calls in at her daughter Katie’s house , for a coffee and to watch Rory for a few hours whilst Katie has errands to run, leaving her trainers at the door.

Rory was as usual energetically running round the house and Suzanne was chasing him , both firing Nerf guns at each other. Eventually Suzanne was cornered and raised her hands, her empty gun she placed on a table then to her surprise Rory asked “can I tie you up Granny?”

Even more surprisingly Suzanne heard herself saying “Yes.” The thoughts of her childhood games of cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers, and plastic handcuffs momentarily returning to her.

Hands raised, Suzanne walked into the kitchen where Rory retrieved some “things” before ordering her to the lounge. He tied his grandmother’s hands behind her back looping the ropes round her wrists and cinching between pulling right, but still comfortable. Next, getting her to sit , he then tied her ankles together. He then retrieved a roll of silver duct tape before , to Suzanne’s surprise, removed her socks and tickled he bare feet. As she opened her mouth he pushed one sock in and began to put several pieces of tape over her mouth. Retuning to her bare feet, he tickled his grand mother for about 5 minutes, then left Suzanne sitting , tied up and gagged on her daughter’s lounge floor.

Suzanne had never been tied up for sex. Although she knew about bandage as a concept, her experience was games where the girls, and occasional boy, got tied up as children. As a teenager, pre-YouTube and Tick-tock, she had played escape challenges, or been tickled during truth or dare sleepover games. Her feelings were almost as innocent as Rory’s.

Rory returned with a feather quill, dinner fork, cocktail stick and a biro. He then began tickling his grandma’s feet with the implements, and his fingers, almost experimenting to see which was the more ticklish for, where was most ticklish on each foot, and which was the best tickling implement. He even wrote “Tickle Me Please” on Suzanne’s feet.

Far from being cross, Suzanne found she actually enjoyed her imprisonment and torture. She had always liked her feet being rubbed, but balanced it with being incredibly ticklish. Now, being tied up, she had no choice but endure the tickling and actually enjoyed the feeling of not being able to escape the torment.

The tickling went on for about half an hour before Rory eventually untied her. Suzanne gave her grandson a big hug, then burst out laughing again when she saw what was written in the soles of her feet. “You’re such a little devil. You’d make an excellent criminal or spy interrogator.” She joked. Then made Rory get a bowl of water and a cloth to clean her feet.

When Kate returned everything seemed in order, except her mum was now sitting barefoot, with granny and grandson sitting crosslegged playing draughty.

When Suzanne went home that night she had lots of strange thoughts about being tied up by Rory. She actually felt a sense of freedom from the timing and tickling. Almost as if she had returned to her own teenage and childhood innocent fun games.

It is a week since Suzanne was first, willingly tied up by her grand son. Since then she has felt rejuvenated and friends, family and colleagues have noticed a new spring in her step. Many have asked if she has a new boyfriend , or won the lottery but she has confided in no one the real reason for her newly rediscovered youthful fun. A work colleague, Mary, even “dared “ her to do young and irresponsible, which is why today she is walking home from work wearing no coat, a light black top, knee length red skirt and fishnet tights. The 4”heels which were on her feet in the office, and which are impractical for walking, have been replaced by black trainers , but the sex vixen look remains. It is Friday and she is looking after Rory again. Removing her trainers at the door, she has a single glass or red wine and puts food on whilst waiting for her daughter to arrive with Rory.

He comes with his overnight bag, gets a kiss from granny before Suzanne kisses Kate, saying it is no trouble. Both mother and daughter share similar figures and have copious thick brown curly hair, Kate’s down, and Suzanne’s gathered in a bun.

The food is simple but child friendly and then playtime with grandma begins. Suzanne using her fitness training and new found before falling into his with a small thump face down on the lounge floor. Then she says words she can barely breve come from her mouth: “Well now you’ve caught me you’d better tie me up.”

Rory paused for a moment, not sure what he’d just heard. “But I haven’t got any rope Grandma!”

Suzanne pointed Rory to a cupboard which contained a used supermarket bag , itself containing several lengths of rope, some scarves, a roll of tape and some scissors. The bag had been packed by Suzanne in a moment if misguided euphoria should the opportunity to be tied up ever present again. Retrieving the bag Rory set to work.

Suzanne sat with her hands behind her back, allowing Rory to tie her wrists together , wrapping half a dozen times, cinching twice before tying knots out of reach. How did he learn to tie like that? Next she stuck her legs out in front of her, as he tied her ankles together, crossed, then tied her legs just below her knees and above, at the hem of her dress. Her then tied her elbows together, not touching, but cinched several times between her arms, and wrapped rope round her body, pinning her arms to her back. She opened her mouth, expecting a cloth to be pushed in, but to her horror, and some delight, Rory removed his socks and pushed them into her mouth before securing with four pieces of tape. The scarf he reserved for her eyes, tying the wide band above her nose, tying the knot below her bun and very effectively blindfolding his grand mother.

Suzanne felt the thrill of her own childhood again, all tied up and gagged, blindfolded, not knowing what was going on, not able to do anything to affect it. She wiggled her fingers, wiggled her toes and shook her head. All was secure. A moment later Suzanne jerked as a finger went through one of the gaps in her fishnets on her left sole, and began to tickle her feet. Once again Suzanne felt that thrill of being helpless. She began to struggle more, roll onto her side, kick her legs, giggle then shout into her gag. “Are you OK granny?l” Rory called and stopped the tickling.

“Mmmpphh.” Suzanne nodded before struggling again as the tickling continued. She rolled onto her chest and kicked her legs again but found them trapped as Rory wrapped his arm round her legs and continued tickling her bare soles through the holes in the pattern of her tights. She managed to wriggle her feet free and rolled over again, suddenly feeling a weight across her lower thighs she then felt more intense tickling in her feet. She tried to roll but couldn’t, managed to half sit up then fell back on her bound arms. She realised Rory was now sitting on her legs. She was utterly powerless to stop him tickling her. She was alone with him for then next 16-18 hours before Kate came back to collect him. She was tied up gagged and helpless to resist the tickling and no one would save her. She loved it.

Nice and funny little story.
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I would not mind a third chapter Good work!