Stories of Tie Up Games

Well, the job just sucks sometimes, but I suppose it’s worth it if the pay is good (which it very much is).

It’s late, I’m closing the jeweler’s office, and I’m the only one on shift. I sigh and check my watch, a Panera Luminor on a black strap: it’s 9pm, and I should have been home hours ago, but if they want the money counted and stored away, it tends to be the new guy’s job. The doors are all locked and the gate is down, so all is well.

I’m counting down the minutes until I go home when there’s a relatively gentle tap at the grate. I glance at my watch - it’s 9:40 and all the stores in the surrounding area should be closed. I take a glance out of the office to see a well-dressed woman in her 30s giving me a wave. Technically I should have done nothing at all, just told her we were closed, but she seemed very harmless, maybe even embarrassed, so I walked up to the grate to see what she needed.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Oh I hope so,” the woman replied. “I was in your store this afternoon, you may have seen me, and I actually left my purse! It has my keys in it, so I’m stuck in midtown unless I get it. Do you mind if I pop inside to take a look?”

I was immediately unsure, as this was very against everything I’d be told, but her appearance was still very disarming, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but I really can’t do that,” I replied. “There’s no way I can open up the store after 8:30pm - in fact I should be home myself!”

“Oh, are you the only one here?” When I nodded in reply, she said “I’m so sorry - that must be tough! I’ll tell you what, I’ll just be a quick minute - I think I know where it is, and I really would like to get home!”

After thinking for a minute or two, I nodded and said “okay.” I’m 6’1” and this lady was maybe 5’5” - she can step into the store for a minute or two I’m sure.

I push the button to raise the gate, and she waits patiently while it gets to its full, open position. She smiles very sweetly at me.

“Oh thanks! You have no idea how helpful you’ve been.”

I guess that was a cue, because two broad-shouldered men in black masks and hoods quickly strode into the store after her. They both rushed me incredibly quickly as I stood there frozen in shock. One grabbed a hold of my wrists and pinned them to the wall I was near while the other covered my mouth with a gloved hand and forced my head against the wall. Meanwhile, the woman, her smile never leaving her face, pressed the button to lower the gate.

“Hmmmph!” I shouted in alarm into the hand tightly clamped over my mouth, but the tight handgag turned my yell into something of a whimper.

“Shut up, dumbass,” one of the men growled at me. You messed up and now you’re going to deal with the consequences.” He was right - I had seriously misjudged things and now was in deep shit.

Now that the gate was fully closed and the lights in the store turned off again, the shorter woman walked up to me, then met the eyes of the two men and jerked her head to the right. I squirmed ineffectually and yelled into the hand over my mouth as the guys holding me dragged me around the corner - now there was no line of sight to the street.

“Here’s what’s going to happen next, kid,” the woman said, the vaguely mocking, self-satisfied smile still on her face. “You’re going to point us in the direction of the safe, which I doubt is locked, considering you were still here. We’re going to ransack the cash from this place along with a few more expensive pieces, then leave you here, nice and tied up and relatively unharmed, and then call the cops to report some suspicious noises once we’re a decent distance away.”

She walked a little closer and tugged the sleeve of my dress shirt up my arm a bit - the wrist and arm themselves were pinned to the wall, to my sides, so there was no room for me to stop.

“I’ll even be extra nice, just because this is a big ‘wrong place, wrong time’ situation; I won’t take your watch, even though it’s worth quite a bit on its own, as I’m sure you know. Now, which way is the office where the safe is? Pointing is fine.”

“Hmmmph!”

“Now none of that pleading or yelling. We’re actually being very civil about this. Now, the office?”

I at this point was resigned to my fate, so I moaned a little into the hand over my mouth and gestured with my left hand to point towards the office at the far back of the store.

“Very good,” the woman nodded. “Alright gentlemen, let’s get back there.” The two men wrenched my hands behind my back, holding them there with seemingly little effort. The hand still covered my mouth the whole time, so I had no chance to yell as I was force marched into the back room.

“Have a seat,” one of the men grumbled at me, as I was pulled down into an office chair. The hand left my mouth for a split second while one man moved behind me.

“Please, let m-mmmph!” Before I could get three words out, the hand covered my mouth again.

“That wasn’t an invitation to talk,” said the woman, not even looking at me as she squatted beneath the desk to see what was underneath.

Next I heard the loud rip of duct tape being pulled off a roll and my wrists, now held against the arm rests of the office chair, were tightly taped down with 12 or 15 layers. First my left wrist was tied, the gray duct tape pinning my arm to the chair, just beneath my watch, followed shortly after by my right. The process was repeated with my right arm, then both of my forearms were taped down, just below my elbows. I gave a few twists and jerks of my arm and chest, but they were half-hearted at best. The duct tape roll traveled around my ankles, then below my knees, before my ankles were taped to the plastic pillar where the rolling wheels connected with the seat. I felt very stuck, to say the least, and groaned into the hand over my mouth while the second man checked my bonds.

“Alright,” the woman said, finally turning around. “Now that you’re settled, my friend is going to take his hand off your mouth. Do you promise not to shout? I’d hate to make this more difficult than it needs to be.” I nodded in resignation and the hand came off my mouth, but I stayed silent, mostly out of fear rather than commitment.

“Do they have a secret safe or room where they keep the really valuable stuff,” the man rumbled from behind me. The second man who had taped me to the chair had left to check the room for compartments along the wall, though I knew he was wasting his time.

“No,” I replied feebly. Suddenly, and for the first time, the woman’s eyes showed a blaze of anger as she strode towards me and gripped my cheeks painfully.

“Do you think we’re stupid? No store keeps the good shit easily accessible. Now tell me, before I really get upset, where are the most valuable pieces kept?” She loosened her grip on my face to allow me to talk more easily.

“The far right marble tile next to the fireplace,” I replied glumly as I let my head drop.

The woman perked up immediately.

“Excellent,” she said. “I’m so glad you see it my way. Is it a key or a combination lock?” I answered that it was a key.

“Well, we’d better get started then” she said brightly as the man behind me handed her one of the two small duffle bags, from which she withdrew a small set of tools as she moved towards the fireplace. As she got halfway there, she said over her shoulder: “oh, I hate being disturbed while we work. Let’s handle that and we can focus then.”

The man behind me started rustling in the bag he still had behind the chair.

“Wait, what else do you need,” I stammered hastily. “I might know wh-hnnngh!” My sentence was cut off as a wad of thick fabric was forced into my mouth. It seemed to expand to fill my cheeks, but the man insisted on forcing it in deeper with his strong fingers until it nearly touched the back of my throat, at which point another bundle of dense cloth was added to the front to stuff my mouth further. Whatever was stuffed in my mouth, it had already started to taste like sweat and foot odor.

“Mmmph!”

“That’s better,” the man grumbled from behind me. He took the tie I had worn all day from the hook behind the door and made two passes around my head, cinching a thick band of silk between my lips before double knotting it around at the back of my neck. He moved around in front of me, bending down closely to make sure that the gag was tight. He didn’t need to worry at all - the tie was already painfully cutting into the corners of my mouth and holding in the stuffing which was nearly threatening to explode past it. He prodded at the fabric in my mouth, forcing it in slightly deeper, then moved behind me again to tie the knot on my gag even tighter before grabbing me by the chin and forcing my head back to his chest.

“Try and talk,” the man demanded. “Yell for help.”

“Hmmmph mmmph! Hmmmph!” I struggled to plead into the gag, my wide, blue eyes meeting his dark ones through the holes in his mask. Evidently he was satisfied, as he let go of my head and gave the chair an idle push so it strayed closer to the corner near the fireplace where the woman was working, giving me a fine view of her taking advantage of my mistake. She looked up at me, thoroughly taped to the chair at the wrists, feet and legs, and raised her eyebrows as I tried to plead with her through the thick gag to let me go.

“Pmmmmph!” But it was no use - I could hardly hear myself.

“I hope those pantyhose don’t taste too bad,” the woman said as she met my eyes with a smile. “I’m pretty sure they’re clean.”

“Nnnmph,” I shook my head at her - now that the huge wad of fabric had been in my mouth for a few minutes, my saliva had made the taste of sweat much stronger, and it was just getting worse.

“Well,” the woman said with a casual shrug. “Who gives a shit?” She returned to examining the safe while the two men explored the rest of the office and rear room of the store.

My eyes fell on the face of my watch - it was just now 10pm, which means the three burglars had broken into the store, forced me to give them all the information they wanted, tie me up tightly and stuff a thick gag in my mouth, and set to work in barely 20 minutes. From my point of view it had felt like forever, and they were barely starting the process of looting the store. I gave my bonds a few tugs and grunted into the pantyhose stuffed in my mouth, but I didn’t feel the tape budge and the huge gag still muffled my voice disturbingly effectively.

It was going to be a very long night.


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I suffered from some writer’s block on my other story in-progress, so here’s the first part of a quick two-chapter tale I’ve been toying with the idea of for a while. As always, I’d love feedback!

really nice story as always

It seemed like time was crawling by as I watched the woman break into the safe, though according to my watch it only took about 20 minutes. Every so often she would take a break, wipe the sweat from her brow, and stretch her wrists. The fine picks in her hands moved back and forth with a sort of practiced grace that would have impressed me, if I hadn't been bound and gagged in a chair across from her, that is. At certain points she would glance up at me and meet my eyes. The first few times I pleaded into my gag, a mouthful of dirty pantyhose secured with my tie cinched between my teeth, but when she just answered with a roll of her eyes or an absent-minded smile I eventually gave up and just tugged on the duct tape securing me to the chair, to no effect.

Eventually I heard a soft click as she bypassed the last tumbler on the lock and opened the floor safe. She gestured one of her fellow burglars over, who began filling a duffel bag with the contents, worth somewhere in the tens of thousands of dollars, I imagined. She rose from her cross-legged position and moved over to me to check my bonds and gag, moving behind me to make sure the knot was tight at the back of my head. She then moved in front of me to ensure that the tie was snug tightly between my lips.

"Alright," she said with the same idle, casual smile. "We're just going to move these things around the back. Sit tight and we'll get out of your hair, and since it's only 10:30 you'll probably get released by midnight - that's not so bad."

"Mmmphh hmmmph mmmmph!" The thick gag muffled my attempts to beg her to let me go.

"Shhhh," she replied, shushing me with one finger over my lips. "Settle down and we can just keep things simple." She spun the chair around so I was facing the wall and I heard her move away.

From the corner of my eye I could see the three of them gathering things from around the room, then exiting into the shop itself, leaving the door to the office open. Overall, it wasn't as bad as it could have been...until I got the idea that maybe I could still come out of this as a hero.

I counted a full minute on my watch for the trio to make it to the back and open the door to the garage before I used what little mobility I had on my bound feet to push myself away from the wall and move the chair across to the desk, where a phone rested.

As I made it up to the desk, breathing heavily through my nose, I tried to reach out with my hand to dial 911, but didn't quite have the range of motion to reach the upper numbers on the keypad. I settled with just dialing 0, the extension for the office of the shopping center, where there should be someone on duty...

Thankfully, the volume on the phone was quite low, so I was sure no one outside the office could hear the faint ringing from the speaker.

After two rings, a voice came on!

"Hello?"

"Hmmmmph!" I tried to yell into my gag, leaning my head down close to the phone.

"Is anyone on the line? If you need anything, speak up because I can't hear you..."

"Mmmmmph! Hmmmmph!" I could almost feel my face turn red from the strain of trying to make noise into the gag, but the stuffing in my mouth ensured nothing was audible.

"Alright, whatever. Call back if y-"

The line went dead as the power cable to the phone came unplugged - I looked up in dismay as I saw one of the burglars holding the end of the cord, the other man at the doorway and the woman glaring directly at me, her eyes dark with fury.

"You asshole. You had it so easy, and we were almost out of here. Too bad, because now I'm going to make it harder for you, just because I feel like it."

I shouted into my gag in surprise as the chair I was tied to was suddenly pulled backwards towards the far wall of the office, where a small supply closet was located. The other man followed me in while the woman stood at the door and passed her accomplices a good amount of thin, white rope. I began pleading into the gag as the tape holding my wrists was cut and my hands were forced in front of me.

"We only bring the rope in case of real complications, like multiple employees being in the store. So I'm not using it because I have to, but just because I want to."

Loop after loop of rope traveled around my wrists, holding them tightly together, before the man tying my hands threaded the end vertically between my wrists, cinching the bonds tightly and knotting the ends together. An arm around my chest kept my hands pinned to my lap as the tape around my ankles and knees was cut away before I was pushed to the ground. The rope snaked around my ankles and beneath my knees and was knotted brutally tightly, then another loop went around my waist, ensuring my hands stayed in my lap.

I continued making muffled sounds into my gag as the burglar behind me leaned on me to force my hands to my feet, where the ropes around my wrists were bound tightly to my ankles. As they stepped back, I pulled my ankles and wrists apart and didn't feel even an inch of give - I could have grabbed my own feet without much effort.

"How are we doing down there, dumbass?"

"Hmmmmph!"

"Honestly," the woman said, "that gag is keeping you plenty quiet, but you've made my night more stressful so I'm going to return the favor. Get his socks."

One of the men set to removing my shoes and long, black dress socks. They had been stuck inside leather dress shoes for over 12 hours at this point and were ripe enough that I could smell them as soon as my shoes came off. The man balled them up and handed them to the woman, who started to blot the significant sweat from her forehead with them. Suddenly, I realized that she intended to gag me with them! I instantly started to shake my head and beg her not to, but she just smiled without a hint of pity.

"These are already vile enough, but one more thing." She balled up the damp, dark fabric in her hand and held it to her face before loudly and thoroughly clearing her throat and spitting the contents onto the socks in her hand.

"Excuse me," she said as one of the men untied the neck tie cleave gagging me and started to pull the pantyhose from my mouth. "That wasn't very ladylike, but I think I'm getting over a cold or something."

As the pantyhose were pulled from my mouth, I gasped a sudden breath of fresh air.

"No, pl-nnnngggh!"

The socks were violently shoved into my mouth, flattening my tongue and making my cheeks bulge out - it was far more fabric than the few pairs of pantyhose had been, as these were thick dress socks. The acrid sweat and foot odor flooded my taste buds, almost causing my eyes to water, and I was very unfortunate to notice how wet they were after the woman had spat on them.

A hand clamped over my mouth, keeping the socks inside, while more pantyhose were retrieved and tied together with a large knot in the middle. After the hand was removed the knot was centered in my mouth before the other ends were knotted behind my head. In my opinion, that would have been more than sufficient, but I heard the loud ripping of a roll of duct tape before the man behind me started wrapping it over my mouth and around my head, grabbing my chin with each pass to make sure it was tight. After a dozen or so wraps, he tore off the end at the back of my head.

The pressure on my face was extreme - I could feel how large the wad of stuffing was, how deep the cleave gag forced it in and the intense tightness of the tape around my head. I shook my head and made a muffled sound into the more stifling gag, but I could barely hear it myself.

The man with the duct tape knelt in front of me and taped my hands together into fists, ensuring I wouldn't be able to work at any knots, before standing up, taking a step back and leaving the room. The woman leaned almost casually against the door and looked down at me.

I kicked ineffectually into the hogtie and rolled back and forth, but I was completely stuck. She took a look over me before meeting my wide eyes.

"I don't think I'll call the police after all," she said. "I hope someone is in early tomorrow morning to find you."

"Hmmmmph!"

She ignored the last of my muffled begging as she closed the door and used the key to lock it from the outside. The last thing I heard before she walked away was her voice drifting under the door.

"I'll go ahead and put the key in the safe," she mocked. "I'm sure you can let them know where to find it when they come in for the day."

I heard the faint sound of the door to the office close before everything went quiet again. I pulled viciously at the rope tying my hands and feet together, but it refused to budge, while the tape holding my hands together made any attempt at getting at a knot impossible. The taste of the socks in my mouth had only gotten worse as the damp fabric had soaked up my own saliva, and the layers of tape around my head ensured that I would be chewing on them until the morning. Any sound I made into the gag was honestly pathetic.

My gaze fell on the large, white face of my watch and I groaned into my gag when I saw it was just 11:15pm. The store opened at 8:30 tomorrow morning - I was in for a long night.


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Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

-DF

What a fantastic story.
A brilliant read

absolutely adore the screw over bondage, my favorite kind, wish he was stripped too or had his clothes cut off!!!