Stories of Tie Up Games

Ok. I’ve been quiet for a couple of months. This is a very quick note to explain.

It all started at a wedding in May. There was clearly some matchmaking going in behind the scenes as I was sharing a table with two happily married couples, a fourth year old divorcee (my “date”) and a pair of late twenty singles. Her plan did not work out as the two single men and one half of one married couple started talking about motorbikes, the other one and a half married couples started talking about holidays and home improvements, leaving the curvy red head (cougar me) and the blonde kitten to chat, and scoff most of the wine, and dance together. As the music increased we did get approached and separated (well she did mostly ) by many hopeful young men, and I was taken away, I think out of sympathy, by some would be partners. Somehow we always managed to find each other. When the slow dances started we danced and embraced, now shoeless as we glided around. When we sat down for more wine to throw caution to the wind, there was some footsie under the tables, my meaty black nylon Ed feet tickling her dainty bare feet.

Well eventually we left and ended up collapsed onto my bed . Posh dresses, tights and underwear were shed and we wrestled round kissing, licking, sucking, rubbing. It was at one point when I was on top and had her pinned down licking her neck and boobies, loving the feeling of her wriggling under me that she said something like “ I think you want to tie me to this bed.”

I said something like “Do you want to be tied to this bed?”

“It’s the wrong sort of bed.” She said. It wasn’t no. The wrong sort of bed.

“OK.” I said sitting up and straddling her pelvis. “Hands behind the back it is.” I’d released her hands as I sat back and she instantly held her hands hip together in front of her. In a wild moment of kinky panic I jumped off the bed to grab my discarded tights. When I looked back she was now face down, clutching her hands in the small of her back and grinning.

Once I’d tied her hands behind her back with my tights she was suddenly like a crazed lap dog on triple espresso and red bull, she went wild with her tongue. I lay flat on my back with her taking me to heaven and back I don’t know how many times. And when we both lay there panting and I went to untie her she mumbled “No.”.

I pulled the covers up and we fell asleep.




Well it’s late now so good bye. I may let you know what happens next when I have time.

Wow Julie, that sounds like the start of something good

Sounds like a good start!

Ok. Next bit

We woke late like 11am. Somehow overnight shed wriggled her hands free and we were hugging as we woke. She suddenly realised where she was and what the time was, started shouting “Oh , I’m so sorry I have to check out. I’m so sorry.” She grabbed her clothes. I think she put her knickers and dress on, trapped her bra shoes and handbag then left my room andran barefoot down the corridor to hers.

I lay in bed thinking about the previous night for some time. It was a beautiful flash in the pan, great sex, but I’d never see her again, not lost. I had booked two nights, intending to do some walking locally on Sunday so ran a hot shower and ordered room service breakfast.

As I sat wrapped in the hotel dressing gown, towel wrapped round my head, drinking coffee and eating croissant and full English breakfast there was another knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting housekeeping but I padded over and opened it. Wearing a baggy T-shirt, shapeless grey jogging bottoms and trainers was my muse from last night. “Can I come in?” She said almost whimpering.

I invited her in and we shared breakfast and chatted for a while. We talked about how we were single and not necessarily upset about it, how we came to love sex tied up and other women. We talked about the age gap, then hugged, them kissed, Then hugged again and cried. Within half an hour my idea of walking in the area was gone. I was hogtied in bed with the belts from the hotel dressing gowns my face buried on curly hair and some muscular young legs wrapped round my neck.

We had room service dinner, me in the dressing gown, her tucked up in bed to the neck carefully hiding that her feet were tied together and her hands tied behind her back. The night involved a lot more but the thing we found frustrating was the bed was Bukit into the wal, no head board and as far as we could make out no legs. Try as we might we could not tie one of us to it. We tried putting belts under the mattresses but they weren’t long enough so we settled for hands behind the back frog tied out hogtied with an increasingly worn pair of tights, and gown belts, blindfolded or gagged with my walking socks.

We parted after breakfast next morning having swapped numbers and WhatsApp messages. We met again two weeks later at another country Spa hotel. We were both dressed ever so respectably, not wedding guest attire but nice dresses, tights and heels for dinner. We shared a bottle of wine then retired to our bedroom. Our clothes did not stay on long. This time we’d packed some toys, resulting in me quickly being handcuffed and blindfolded which was just the prelude. Me under bed restraint set served us well with her tied to the bed for a good two hours before we both snuggled up together, our ankles cuffed to each other and blindfolded, exploring each others bodies with tongues and fingers until we dropped off.

Next morning a quick check for rope marks (well we didn’t use rope but you know what I mean) we were clean so had breakfast then changed to respectable swimming costumes walking down to the pool, this time using the hotel gowns for the purpose they had been designed. We spent most of the morning there, getting a few young and not so young men trying to strike up conversations.

We had a light lunch in the spa then returned to our room for ….you know what. It was leather and steel day and we were both at various times handcuffed, blindfolded, ball gagged. We got a little risky with some games: one handcuffed and blindfolded, having to spinning round then having to find the other , ballgagged on the bed, calling out garbled directions. And we both tried hopping blindfolded tied up and gagged.


We have had a few more weekends together. The problem is we live so far apart. Our budget dropped from country house to a holiday inn to premier inn. But the beds are just as sturdy and easier to tie someone too, just no swimming pools or comfy dressing* gowns. We don’t make noise to disturb the neighbours because we are gagged or our mouths otherwise occupied.

We are planning an autumn break away together and chat a lot on line, hence not on here.

The final twist is . I knew this young girl before we met at the wedding. Except she called me JulieG (Julie is not my real name) and I called her. @Sian91 .

Sian knows I have posted this story, but like me she is taking a break from this board. I hope to be back regular at so,e time, but as you’d guess, I actually want to spend more time with Sian.

Love you my little blonde bondage Barbie.

Well there is an unexpected plot twist.

Thanks for posting this Juliexx

It’s true.

We danced, the wine, the atmosphere got to me and, well we began kissing, there was chemistry and we ended up in bed. I loved the feeling of Julie pinning me down and was begging her silently to tie me to the bed.

I never heard “lap dog on Tripple espresso and red bull before.l but it kind of says how much I wanted her to tie me up.

I remember sitting in my car in tears wonder knowing I should drive away and leave it. Eventually I decided if I knock on her door and she told me to go, I’d have lost nothing.

Yes we have met at many hotels and we have both spent many hours all tied up.

Something’s to know about Julie I’m getting used to. Besides sex and tying up she has three favourites, spanking, tickling and licking. I’m very ticklish and she’s not. I’ve never been into spanking and I’m worried I’ll hurt her but she begs for more.

Locking. Of neck, ears, chest, feet and the obvious. But I have been tied to the bed with yoghurt, pressurised whipped cream and ice cream on my chest, nose, legs and elsewhere whilst she has gone wild licking it off me. All the while telling me to lie back because “there’s nothing I can do.

Love ya Julie

Lovely story @JulieG! Wonderful twist!

Very cool twist, and very happy for you both. Just one thing, did you know your alter egos before meeting that evening, or was this a huge happy coincidence?

This is really nice to read. Glad to hear that you are both having such a great time.

Absolutely fantastic story!

And an IRL meetup included!!

I'm glad you both found each other and got to play together

What a twist, it's almost too good to be true!!