Stories of Tie Up Games

In response to @BoundBoy22

If you like it I’ll add part 2.

Dear diary. I spent 5 hours tied to a chair in school today. I’d forgotten to do my homework for that evil maths teacher Mrs Myers. She made me stay in at break and she tied me to a chair, my hands behind my back, my arms to the vertical rods at the sides, my chest and tummy to the back of the chair, my ankles and knees to the front legs. Then she put the chair in the store room and the back of her classroom and gagged and blindfolded me. She even took my shoes off so I couldn’t stamp or make a noise. Then she locked the door. She told all my other teachers I’d gone off sick and she phoned my mum to say I was in detention. She even kept me tied up for an hour after everyone else had left school.

Opposite this entry Isobel had drawn a picture of herself in school uniform, white blouse, checked skirt black tights, blue tie. She was tied with rope, a scarf pulled between her teeth a scarf over her eyes. Her light brown hair scraggy and sticking out in places.

Isobel had a vivid imagination and frequently wrote these stories about herself tied up as a superhero, teenage detective (even though she was only eleven) and many other scenarios.

One sunny afternoon, while her mom was out grocery shopping, Isobel decided to bring one of her favorite stories to life. She went to the garage and found an old roll of rope from her dad's camping gear. Carefully, she measured out the lengths she would need and brought it back to her room. She took a deep breath, feeling a mix of excitement and a hint of fear, and began to tie herself to the chair by her desk. She had read enough detective novels to know how to tie a decent knot, but she also knew that she needed to be able to escape if things went wrong. She worked meticulously, ensuring that she could untie herself if she had to.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she secured the ropes around her wrists and ankles, feeling the tightness that she had so often imagined. She even managed to get the knot she had drawn so many times in her diary just right. With the rope in place, she picked out a scarf from her dresser to serve as a gag and a second for a blindfold. The fabric felt soft against her skin, but the reality of her situation began to sink in. This was no longer just a story in her head or a drawing on a page; she was actually doing it.

Tying the blindfold over her eyes, she took a moment to listen to the quiet of the house. The only sounds were the distant hum of the refrigerator and the occasional bird chirping outside her window. With a dramatic flair, she stuffed the gag into her mouth, the material tasting faintly of her mom's perfume. She could feel her breathing become more rapid, and she had to consciously slow it down. It was just like in her stories, except real.

Isobel tested the knots, pulling against them slightly. They held firm, and she felt a thrill run through her. She was really in character now, a damsel in distress waiting for her hero to save her. She leaned back in the chair, letting her imagination take over. In her mind's eye, she saw the shadowy figures of her captors lurking outside the door, plotting their next move. Her wrists began to throb from the pressure of the rope, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the thrill of the adventure.

Suddenly, the front door opened, and she heard her mom's voice calling out. Her heart skipped a beat. This wasn't part of the plan. She had thought she had more time before her mom returned. Panic began to set in as she realized she might actually be in trouble for real this time. The sound of footsteps grew closer, and she knew she had to act fast. With shaking hands, she slipped her wrists out of the binding she’d tied, her mind racing with scenarios of what she would say if her mom found her like this. She pulled the blindfold and gag off and pulled a text book out of her bag and began reading.

Her mom's voice grew louder as she approached the stairs, "Isobel, are you up here?" Isobel tried to compose herself, her voice a little muffled from the gag. "Yeah, I'm just doing my homework," she called back, trying to sound as casual as possible. Her mum opened the door and looked in. “Hi Izzy.” She said. “Tea’s in half an hour. And I’ve got a ….surprise for you.” She shut the door and went back down stairs.

Fortunately, her mum did not come into the room. So the bed hid the ropes around Isobel’s ankles. Also her mum had not realised she was making her French homework considerably harder by reading her book upside down.

Isobel had followed Mr and Mrs Parker the chemistry teachers home and she was right. They were manufacturing drugs in the labs after school and selling it on line. She was crouched in the buses outside their garage in their house taking pictures and sending them to the police. Suddenly she felt the cold barrel of a gun against the back of her neck. “Well we’ll well. What do we have here Isobel Saunders?” Said Mrs Parker.

Isobel walked into the garage, the gun still pressing into her back, her hands tied behind her back with duct tape. “What shall we do with her Ted?” Mrs Parker asked her husband.

“For now tie her up and gag her. Priority is getting these deliveries out.” Mrs Parker pushed Isobel to the dirty floor of the Garage and started wrapping tape round her elbows, chest, tummy, ankles, knees and thighs. Isobel saw that the “gun” had actually been a piece of copper piping. Not that she could have fought Mrs Parker, but maybe she would have cried out of she hadn’t thought she’d be shot.

Mrs Parker removed Isobel’s trainers and socks, balled the socks up and stuffed them into her mouth before wrapping the tape ten times round her head covering her eyes and mouth. She then picked the laces out and used them to tie Isobels’s big toes and thumbs together.

Isobel heard the foot steps retreat and began to struggle on the hard concrete floor. Rolling side to side, wriggling her hands and feet. Suddenly she heard police sirens and a voice through a megaphone instructing her teachers to lie face down and put their hands behind their backs. Her pictures had done the trick.

Still it was over an hour before anyone found her all tied up and gagged in the garage. And the junior PC who found her insisted on leaving her tied up until the photographer had been to record the evidence.

Isobel closed her diary and went downstairs for dinner.

“Well you see Izzy. I’ve got this …friend who wants to take me away for the weekend.”

“It’s a date isn’t it mum?”

“Yes but don’t be so negative. He’s really nice.”

“That’s what you said about the last one. Until you found out he was married to the head of English at my school.”

Isobel’s mum , Sandra, Blushed and looked very hard at her shepherd”s pie as she ate.

“But you’ll enjoy it at Aunty Jan’s. And your cousin Saffy will be there.” Isobel stared into space for a moment. She dispersed get on well with Aunt Jan and her daughter Safron, but there was always the little bit of angst that she often imagined them being her kidnappers and had written a few stories of her tied up by them. And drawn some pictures too.

Friday came and Isobel finished her homework quickly after school so as not to have anything hanging over her for the weekend. She packed her bag with clothes, a book, her phone and her diary and pencils. Her mum came home at half past five and quickly changed and stuck her bag in the boot of the car before driving off to her sisters house. Mum was wearing a shark evening blouse and skirt, stockings and heels, which she had removed to drive. Isobel was in her shorts, T-shirt and trainers for the half hour drive to Aunt Jan’s house.

When they arrived her aunt gave her a big hug, then kissed her mum saying “best of lick with the date sweetie.” Her aunt was wearing a red pullover top, knee length black skirt, and sheer black tights, the bright pink nail polish visible through the nylon. Isobel removed her trainers exposing her own bare feet, dropped her bag by the door and went into the lounge to see her cousin.

“Watchya Izzy.” Saffron said in her ever friendly way. Even though she was two years older than Isobel they got on well, ever since they’d first played together with dolls. Saffron was wearing a black T-shirt, tight blue jeans with tan tights underneath.

They sat and watched some Disney channel comedies together for a while whilst Jan cooked rosemary chicken.

After dinner Isobel went to take her bag up to what would be her room for the next two nights. She travelled light, hung a couple of T-shirts in the wardrobe, put her spare underwear and a pair of shorts in the top drawer and her Harry Potter book on the bedside table. It suddenly struck her. She didn’t have her diary. She searched the bag again, under the bed, under the chair. Oh god. Had she dropped in mum’s car. Was he mum now having a heart attack as her date read her daughter’s macabre fantasies.

She gingerly shuffled down stairs and back into the kitchen. Her jaw dropped when she saw Aunt Jan and cousin Safron with her leather bound diary open on the table.

“Isobel.” Said Aunt Jan. “is this supposed to be me?” She held up a pencil sketch of a brown haired girl, clearly Isobel, tied to a chair wearing T-shirt, jeans and barefoot. Standing behind her, tying a gag in her mouth was a woman wearing high heels, a shirt skirt and blouse with her blonde hair up in a tight bun.

I absolutely love this Would definitely like to see a second part.

Loving this! Definitely needs a continuation.

Part 2 would be awesome.

I agree. Keep it coming. Good start!

This story is too good. Please continue it!

I need more chapters!! Great start!!

Isobel looked at the picture her Aunt was holding. She tried to say something but her mouth moved, no words came out.

"Mum." Said Saffron "I think Izzy 's turned into a goldfish."

Isobel continued to move her mouth but her throat was suddenly dry and her heart was beating in the back of her throat.

"I have to say it is quite a good likeness, but I'm not sue I'd look that good in latex. It is latex is it, or leather?"

"I'm........"her mouth dried again.

"Oh. I think the gold fish has gone."

"I'm......"

"This art work is really good. However I have to say I have some reservations about how you represent me; "Black Jana the Evil Empress. Black Jana is CEO of the Exceptionally Villanous Unpleasant Ladies. Or EVUL for short." Jan continued to read as Isobel continued to move her mouth and gulp occasionally.

"According to this diary, I have over the past year, in no particular order: tied to to a chair in your school uniform and put you under a cold shower for two hours, really I couldn't afford the water bill for that; tied you up in a mail sack and posted you in the overnight train to Inverness, why Inverness; suspended you by your big toes over a lake of crocodiles; and my personal favourite for entertainment value alone; tied you to a sun lounger in just a white bikini, painted your tummy, armpits and feet with tuna oil and rounded up the neighbourhood cats to lick it off." She paused. "And I quote : their tongues scraped like sand paper on my most ticklish spaces and sent me into fits of craziness."

"I'm sorry."

"And that is nothing compared to what your teachers have done to you at school. Quite frankly I'm surprised any of them are allowed near children."

Isobel was staring at the floor, tears welling in her eyes unable to see the smile across her aunts face which was suddenly replaced by a look of concern.

"I'm sorry." She burst out crying. Immediately Jan stood up and ran round the table to give her niece a big hug. "No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you like that. I shouldn't have read your diary without permission."

"But you dropped it." Said Saffron "and the picture fell out. It was ,such a good drawing,, but the subject was......unusual."

Isobel's tears began to dry up. "You have great artistic skills, and a vivid imagination." Said Jan giving Isobel a further hug. Saffron came round the table putting the book down in front of Isobel.

"You are a talented artist and author." She said also hugging Izzy "and what you've always been. An awesome cousin."

The three sat together at the opposite end of the table, the book open at a pencil sketch of a girl clearly based on Isobel, in shorts and a T-shirt, hanging by her ankles, her wrists tied above (or below?) her head to a metal ring in the floor, gagged with a piece of cloth tied between her teeth. Isobel, now having regained her composure was able to talk to her Aunt. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

"You haven't. I find these pictures and stories very well done. There's just one thing. You do appear to get tied up quite a lot in these stories."

"Well, yes." Her cheeks turned crimson. "It's something......something ...well I saw Penny Gadget tied up. And others. Spies. I've just imagined myself." She struggled to find the words. "I've just imagined myself all tied up. And gagged."

"That's OK." Said Jan. "we all have dreams. Have you ever been tied up?"

"No. Not really. I've tied my feet with socks, belts, I tried tying my hands behind my back with toy cuffs , or hair scrunchie. But it's not really tied. I can always just twist my hands free."

Jan paused, thought carefully and took a deep breath before she asked the next question: "Would you like to see what it feels like?"

Isobel looked up, the corners of her mouth turned up. There was still uncertainty in her voice and she struggled to say yes please.

A broad grin spread over her Aunts face. "Saffy, I think we can help Izzy here. Don't you?"

Saffron smiled and stood up. "I think so." She said and walked out of the kitchen, her foot steps retreating up the stairs. Jan continued to talk to Isobel, trying to make her more comfortable talking about her tie up thoughts. She explained lots of children had these thoughts and often got tied up in games, played escape challenges or played pranks on each other. Sometimes it went wrong and people got hurt which is why it was best to talk to someone about it than keep it a secret and take risks by yourself.

Saffron returned with a large sports bag which she put on the kitchen floor then reaching inside took out some lengths of rope. "Is this what you want mum?"

"Yes. But I think you can do the honours Saffy." She turned to Isobel. "Now we'll just start simple with hands behind your back. And if you feel uncomfortable just say so. If you want to be untied just say "Marmalade" and we Will untie you immediately."

"Why marmalade?"

"Because it is not something you are likely to say accidentally."

"What do you mean accidentally?"

"Well , we are just going to tie your hands at the moment, but if we act out one of your stories, you, in character , might say "please untie me." as part of the story, and me, as the evil lady wouldn't. But you'd be very unlikely to shout out "marmalade". So if you did, I'd know you really weren't happy." Turning back to her daughter. "OK Saffy. Your lead."

Saffron told her cousin to turn around and hold her hands behind her back. She carefully wrapped the coils of rope around her wrists about six times then began to thread the ropes between her wrists, cinching the ropes tighter but placing a finger under them before tying the ends off away from also el's fingers. "How's that?"

Isobel pulled at her hands a little, feeling the pressure, a smile arriving on her face. "Feels good." She murmured.

"OK." Said her aunt. "Now let's see if we can show you how difficult it is to do things when you are tied up. Go to the cupboard and get a spoon out of the draw please."

Isobel padded across the kitchen to the draw in question and immediately began to struggle. The draw was a little higher than her bound hands so she tried lifting them which was uncomfortable as they were tied palm to palm then she bent forwards but her bottom pushed the draw shut. Eventually she managed to stand on tip toes, lean over and pull the draw open. She then had to reach over the edge of the draw without looking, and managed to push it closed again. Having worked out the best way to open the draw it was slightly quicker this time but she did still struggle to get the spoon out and even grabbed a fork first time she tried. Eventually after five minutes she returned to the table with a spoon. Saffron for two more spoons in about six seconds.

Jan then served up three bowls of ice cream and swig "Tuck in." Jan and Saffron slowly ate their ice cream whilst Isobel stared at the bowl in front of her. Eventually she asked her aunt how she was supposed to eat it, to which she was told to have a think how she could eat it without using her hands. To much laughter from the other two she stuck her face into the bowl but seemed to her more ice cream up her nose than in her mouth. Eventually she worked out a way. "Aunty Jan. can you feed me the ice cream please."

"Of course I can." Was the reply and she slowly fed her niece the bowl, with a little extra to make up for what was on her face.

"OK. Savvy and I will clear up dinner things, why don't you go and put the TV on Izzy." Isobel walked to the kitchen door and tried to open it once again the handle was higher than her hands, but this time no amount of bending and stretching her arms would reach. She eventually decided to turn round, stand on one leg, and try the handle with her foot. Although she could get her foot to the handle she found She could not grip it with her toes and could only push down. If she hooked her foot under the handle to pull the door open she could not push the handle down. By the time the dishwasher was loaded and Jan had poured herself a glass of wine to take in, Isobel was no closer to opening the door.

"Here. Let me." Said Saffron.

"Wait a minute Saffy. If you open the door for her it will be too easy to get to the lounge." She turned to Isobel. "So Izzy, are you appreciating how difficult it is to do stuff with your hands tied behind your back?"

"Yes." The young girl giggled.

"Are you enjoying the feeling.

"Yes." She blushed on answering this time.

"Do you want to step things up a bit?l"

"Yes please." Came the reply.

"Saffy, can you turn that chair round to face me. Thank you. Izzy, come and sit down." When Isobel sat on the chair next to her aunt, Jan lifted her legs up and placed them across her knees. She then took a second piece of rope and her ankles together. Isobel looked on fascinated as her aunt would the rope round half a dozen times then threaded the rope between her legs to make it tighter, but just as her daughter had done, left one finger under the ropes as she tightened. She tied a series of knots around Isobel's ankles before Saffron opened the kitchen door and went back to the lounge. Jan helped Isobel stand then walked after her daughter. Isobel shuffled her feet experimentally then hopped after her aunt, unsteadily at first, then gained confidence and bounced into the lounge collapsing in a chair.

Saffron was already sitting in the sofa, her legs crossed resting on the coffee table as Jan sat down and Isobel struggled to sit properly on the comfy chair, her arms sinking into the soft fabric.

"Come and join us Izzy!" Spain Jan, parring the space between her and her daughter. Isobel struggled to her feet again and hopped over to the sofa, pirouetted and fell backwards. All three rested their feet up on the table as Saffron switched on and they began to watch Friday night soaps.



Isobel started making comments on the characters and which ones she had a secret crush on. Her aunt and cousin shushed her a few times until Jan placed her hand over Isobel's mouth and at the next break turned to her daughter and said "Saffy. I think your cousin wants a gag." Saffron grinned, as did Isobel under her aunt's hand, pleased her plan had worked. Saffron went to the kitchen, returning with a clean cloth and a roll of duct tape.

"Open wise." Jan said with a wicked grin as she removed her hand. Isobel made no attempts to fight as her cousin as Saffron fed the cloth into her mouth then sealed her lips with three strips of tape.

The next hour passed in near silence, apart from the television, as Isobel , for the first time in her life, was properly tied up and gagged, sitting between her aunt and cousin.

When the programme finished Saffron turned to Isobel. "That gag seems to work really well."

"Mmnnggmm." Isobel nodded.

"But I think we should test it."

"MMMNNNGGGMMMNNNN!" Isobel shook her head. She did not know exactly what her cousin meant, but she guessed it would not be pleasant. Saffron jumped of the sofa and knelt in front of her cousin, who was still sitting on the couch. She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers. Suddenly Isobel knew exactly what she meant.

"Meeeeeeennnnnnggggggmmmmmnnn." Isobel shrieked into her gag as her cousin's fingers reached under her feet and scraped along her soles. She tried to pull her feet away but that was just what Saffron wanted, as her soles, previously pressed hard against the carpet, were now exposed. Saffron grabbed her bound ankles with one hand and danced her finger nails on the soft , pink, sensitive soles.

"Hhhhrrrnngg. Arrrggg annnngg." She tried to call to Jan for help but her aunt just stuck her fingers under her niece's arm pits and tickled with her nails.

"Oh what's the matter Izzy? Didn't you imagine me tying you to a table and tickling you for hours and hours on end. Then "Tied her to a sun lounger in her bikini, painted her bare feet , tummy and arm pits with tuna oil and rounded up the neighbourhood cats to lock her." Surely the plucky teen agent can withstand a little finger tickling."

Isobel struggled and kicked and squirmed at the relentless torture. It was only her feet and armpits at first but Jan began to lift her T-shirt up and her fingers found the young girl's belly button and inflicted exquisite torment on the suddenly exposed skin. With her hands tied behind her back she could not protect herself or fight back. But despite hating the tickling, which seemed to last for hours, Isobel felt a thrill at being so helpless. Absolutely powerless to stop what was happening to her. This was worse than any tickling she had ever had in the past, worse than se could have imagined, and she absolutely hated it. But loved the felling of being powerless in her tormentor's hands. The ropes dug into her wrists and ankles as she struggled futilely, and she loved it. She screamed into the gag but it muffled her sounds. No one outside the house would hear her hopeless cries for help.

Isobel lay panting on the floor as Jan picked at the tape over her mouth. "Are you OK Izzy?"

She panted "yes" between gasps. "Yes. Thanks. That was." She paused, unsure whether to say wonderful or awful. "Wild. How long did you tickle me for."

"A minute or two I thin.'

"What? I thought it was an hour at least !"

Saffron and Jan burst out laughing. "Oh you poor thing. You must hate us for putting you through that."

"I loved it." Cried Isobel, and all three laughed.

"Mum." Said Saffron "look here." She pointed to Isobel's ankles. The ropes had dug into her skin and left red marks, the skin peeled in places.

"Oh God. Sorry." Said Jan, quickly checking Isobel's wrists and hurrying to untie them.

Once free Isobel examined her rope marks. "I'll so sorry Izzy." Said Saffron, giving her cousin a big hug.

"It's really OK. I loved feeling the ropes hold me back. It's just what I'd imagined being tied up felt like, but better."

"OK." Said Jan. "Enough for tonight. Bathroom and bed time."

"Awwww." Moaned Isobel.

"Seriously. Your first time tied up and tickled. Rope burns to show for it. There's a whole weekend yet. Anyway, go to bed quickly now, and there may be time for a midnight snack." She winked at her niece as she said this.

Great continuation! I’m enjoying how this exploration of interests continues to develop. I can imagine things getting even more interesting from here.

Man, this is amazing, this story has almost all I wanted, except the tape gags and her tastes for strips tape gags. But, yeah this is really good, please a need a third part and the fourth part and then... Hahshah

Part three. I’m having to make sure this is a different story from Tommy and His aunt Jan. too many ideas floating round in my head.

Enjoy.


It was about 930 when Isobel eventually dragged herself out of bed, had a quick shower, changed into a yellow T-shirt and shirt denim skirt then padded barefoot downstairs for breakfast. Saffron was sat at the kitchen table on her phone, wearing a black T-shirt with a band on the front, denim shirts and black tights. Rain beat on the window.

“Where’s Aunty Jan?” Asked Isobel.

“Mum goes for a 5k run every Saturday morning. She’ll be back by half ten.”

“Seriously. She’ll get soaked.” Saffron looked up and nodded.

She grinned at Isobel, a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, cuz, how was your night? Did you get some good rest?”

Isobel felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she recalled the events of the previous evening. The secret diary she had kept hidden had been discovered, and instead of the scolding she had feared, her aunt and cousin had taken an unexpected turn. They had decided to indulge her fantasies, tying her up and gagging her, bringing the pages of her private thoughts to life. The mix of excitement and embarrassment was still fresh in her mind, and she wasn’t quite sure how to respond.

“I-it was fine, Saffron. Thanks for asking,” she stammered, trying to keep her voice casual as she took a seat across from her cousin. The rain continued to breath down on the windows as the smell of pancakes floated through the room.

“OK.” Said Saffron, looking up. “Pancake, coffee, juice, toast?”

“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks,” Isobel replied, her stomach rumbling. Saffron was always the better cook of the two of them, even though she had a penchant for burning toast.

The rain pattered rhythmically on the kitchen window, creating a soothing backdrop as Saffron whipped up a batch of pancakes. The sizzle of the batter hitting the hot pan filled the air, making Isobel’s mouth water. She felt a strange tension coiling in her stomach, a mix of excitement and apprehension about what the rest of the weekend might hold. Saffron was her closest confidant, and she had never shared these intimate thoughts with anyone before. The fact that she had been caught was mortifying, but the way her aunt and cousin had handled it was both surprising and oddly comforting.

Taking a deep breath, Isobel decided to test the waters. “Saffy, do you think it would be okay if we, you know, did that again today? With the rain and all, it seems like a perfect time to be, uh, cozy inside and, well, I just can’t stop thinking about it.” She stumbled over her words, hoping she wasn’t pushing too hard.

“Haha. After breakfast Izzy.”

The smell of coffee grew stronger as Saffron poured Isobel a cup, the rich aroma enveloping the room. She placed it in front of her with a knowing smile, then handed her a plate of pancakes. Isobel felt the warmth spread through her as she took a bite, the sweetness a delightful contrast to the bitter coffee. Her mind raced with anticipation as she ate, the rain outside providing a perfect white noise to drown out any awkwardness.

Once breakfast was finished and the dishes cleared, Saffron turned to her with a glint in her eye. "Ready to go again?"

Isobel nodded, her heart racing. They retreated to the living room, where a warm fire crackled in the hearth. The room was bathed in a soft, flickering light that danced across the wooden floorboards. Aunt Jan had left a variety of ropes and scarves neatly coiled on the coffee table, a silent testament to the evening's revelations.

“So what story do you want to act out? Tied to the bed, feet painted with tuna oil and the local strays invited round?”

Isobel chuckled nervously at Saffron’s quip. “Nothing that crazy, I promise.” The rain had turned into a gentle murmur, creating a serene atmosphere in the cozy room. She felt a rush of adrenaline as she thought about the scenarios she had written about in her diary. “How about something simple, like I’m a hostage, tied to a chair.”

Saffron’s smile grew wider, and she nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Alright, let’s get you set up then.” She grabbed a scarf and a length of soft rope from the table. “Now, remember, this is all in good fun, and if you need to stop, just say the safe word, okay?”

Between them they moved one of the dining chairs into the lounge close to the fire. “OK Izzy. sit down and put your hands behind you.”

Isobel complied, her pulse quickening as Saffron’s gentle touch wrapped the scarf around her wrists, tying it tight enough to feel secure but not painful. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the sound of the rain outside. “You’ve still got rope marks from last night. Best to use something soft where I can.”

“Thanks, Saffy. I appreciate it,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Saffron then began to tie her cousin to the chair. Firstly she took a rope, tying it between Isobel’s wrists around the scarf, she tied her hands to the chair back. Next she tied her upper arms to the sides of the chair back, before looping rope round Isobel’s chest and tummy, tying her upper body to the chair with rope.

The feel of the ropes tightening around her made Isobel’s breath hitch. It was just as she had imagined it in her diary. The reality was so much more intense than the fantasy. She felt both vulnerable and thrilled at the same time.

Saffron paused when she saw the faint marks from the previous night's adventure on Isobel's legs. She bit her bottom lip, considering for a moment, and then made a decision. "You know what, Izzy? I think we should stick to scarves today. Just to keep things safe and comfortable." She gave her a reassuring smile, as if reading the concern in Isobel's eyes.

Isobel nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She had fantasized about the rope, but the thought of the potential pain was now more real than it had ever been. "Sure, Saffy. Whatever you think is best."

Saffron pulled out a soft, red scarf from the pile and gently wrapped it around Isobel's left ankle, tying it to the chair leg. She then proceeded to tie her knee with another scarf, ensuring it wasn't too tight but firm enough to keep her in place. Each knot was a silent promise of the fun they were about to have. The warmth of the fire sent a glow over Isobel’s skin as she felt her cousin tying her right leg too. “I just need to make sure you can’t slip your ankles off the front legs.” As Saffron went to reinforce the ankle bindings with two more scarves, tying above and below the horizontal bar on the chair leg the sound of the front door opening interrupted her.

They both froze, their eyes widening in shock. Aunt Jan’s laughter echoed through the hallway, cutting through the tension like a knife. “Saffy, I’m back! Did you and Isobel have a good breakfast?” In the hallway a dripping wet Jan, her hair tied back in a pony tail, red running top and black shorts, all soaked, was unlacing her trainers and peeling saturated grey, once white, socks off .

"Izzy enjoyed coffee and Pancakes. We're in the lounge, Mum!" Saffron called out, her voice just a tad too high. She gave Isobel a look that was a mix of panic and amusement. "Just playing another game.”

Isobel felt the heat of the fire against her legs, and the tightness of the scarves around her ankles, wrists, and legs. Her heart thumped in her chest as she wondered if Aunt Jan had noticed anything out of the ordinary. She tried to calm herself, but the anticipation was almost unbearable.

A moment later, Jan’s bare footsteps approached the lounge doorway, and she peeked in, her eyes scanning the room. "Ah, there you two are. Saffron, why don't you go grab me some towels?" she said, her voice still jovial from her run. She grinned at Isobel. “Started without me huh?”

Saffron’s eyes darted between Isobel and her mother before she bolted out of the room, leaving Isobel alone with Jan. Jan walked over to the chair, her expression curious as she took in the scarves. She leaned down, her hand brushing against Isobel’s cheek as she whispered, "You know, I had quite a few fantasies of my own when I was your age."

Isobel's cheeks flushed even deeper. "R-really?"

Jan nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But that's for another time, sweetie. For now, let's make sure you're all cozy." She took a scarf and wrapped it around Isobel's mouth, tying it loosely behind her head. "We wouldn't want you to scream and scare off the neighbours, would we?" She padded out if the lounge and returned a few seconds later with her daughter, drying herself with the towel. She held up one of her dripping wet socks in front of her niece’s face. Would you like one of these in your mouth?”

Isobel's eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously. Jan chuckled, tossing the sock aside. "I didn't think so. Saffy, grab me some more scarves, will you?"

Saffron reappeared with a handful of colorful scarves, her eyes dancing with excitement. Jan took a blue one and gently began to tie it around Isobel's head, creating a blindfold that blocked out the warm light of the room. The fabric was soft and smelled faintly of Jan's perfume, which only added to the intimate nature of the situation. She then tied a second and third over her mouth to reinforce the gag. “Daffy. Just tickle her feet. Make sure I’ve done this properly.”

Saffron knelt down, her fingers grazing Isobel’s bare feet. She began to tickle them lightly, and Isobel’s giggles grew muffled behind the gag. Jan chuckled, patting her shoulder. “I’d say she’s good and gagged, wouldn’t you?”

With a nod, Jan turned her attention to the ropes. She inspected the knots, tightening one here and there with a gentle touch. Her movements were efficient, as if she had done this before. “There, just to make sure you’re snug and secure, darling.”

She turned back to Saffron. “Now you two play nicely whilst I have a shower.”

Saffron nodded eagerly. “We will, Mum!”

As Jan left the room, Saffron’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She leaned in close to Isobel’s ear. “Ready for round two, cousin?”

Isobel could only nod, her heart racing behind the thick fabric of the gag. The situation was both thrilling and terrifying, a real-life version of her wildest imaginings. She felt the ropes and scarves tighten around her wrists and ankles as Saffron made minor adjustments, ensuring she was secure but not in any discomfort. The warmth of the fire and the sound of Jan moving around upstairs created a peculiar sense of domestic tranquility amidst the tension.

Once Jan's footsteps had disappeared up the stairs, Saffron whispered, "Remember, just say 'marmalade' if you need to, okay?" Isobel nodded again, the material of the gag rubbing against her cheeks with the movement. Her cousin stepped back, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied smile. The silence grew heavy, filled only with the crackling of the fire and the occasional drip of rain from Jan's running gear on the hallway floor.

Saffron began to circle Isobel, her eyes darting over her bound form. She reached out and gently stroked her cousin's hair, the gesture at odds with the tight restraint of the scarves. "You look so cute like this, you know?" Isobel felt a shiver run down her spine, her body responding to the gentle touch despite her nerves.

"Now, let's get into character," Saffron whispered, her voice dropping to a dramatic tone. "You're the hostage, and I'm the villain. But don't worry, I won't make it too real. Just remember, this is all for fun." She picked up a feather duster from the sideboard and trailed it along Isobel's arms, watching the goosebumps rise in its wake.

Isobel squirmed in the chair, the scarves pressing into her skin as she nodded. The feathers tickled and teased, sending waves of sensation across her body. She could feel the warmth of the fire on her legs and the coolness of the chair against her back, the contrast adding to the intensity of the experience. Her breath grew shallow and quick, her heart pounding in her chest.

Saffron stepped closer, the feathers brushing against Isobel’s neck. “Now, tell me, hostage, do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Isobel’s eyes grew wide under the scarf, and she let out a muffled sound, the gag preventing any coherent words. The feathers danced across her skin, the sensation a delightful torment that made her squirm in the chair.

“Hmm, seems like you’re not feeling very talkative today,” Saffron said, her tone playful. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against Isobel’s ear. “That’s okay. I’ll just have to make you talk some other way.”

The feather duster was replaced by a soft, furry brush. Saffron began to stroke it along Isobel’s arms, the sensation making her squirm in the chair. She tried to protest, but the scarves muffled her voice. The brush traveled down to her legs, teasing the bare skin all the way to the tops of her feet. Isobel’s head shook side to side, her body responding to the gentle, tickling touch.

Saffron’s eyes gleamed with amusement as she watched her cousin’s reaction. She knew just how sensitive Isobel’s feet were and took full advantage of it. The brush danced along the arch of her foot, eliciting a stifled giggle that made the scarf gag bulge. Raindrops pattered against the window, the occasional gust of wind rattling the panes. The fire crackled in the background, the only other sound in the room.

“Now, now, you can’t be that ticklish, can you?” Saffron taunted, her voice low and teasing. She trailed the brush up Isobel’s leg, watching as she squirmed and writhed in the chair. Isobel’s eyes were squeezed shut, her face a picture of muffled agony.

The rain grew heavier, the drops turning into a steady drumming against the window. Saffron’s strokes grew slower, more deliberate, as she took in the sight of her bound and blindfolded cousin. The room was a warm cocoon of firelight and shadows, the only sounds being the tick of the clock on the mantel and the occasional pop of a log in the fireplace.

Her hand moved from the furry brush to the scarf around Isobel’s wrists, testing the knots. She had seen how tight they were and felt a twinge of guilt for causing rope burns the previous night. But the scarf was tight enough to keep her from slipping free, and the look on Isobel’s face told her she was enjoying it.

“Now let’s read the book.” Saffron said. She left Isobel alone for a minute or two as she went to retrieve the diary. Sitting on the sofa she lifted her legs up, crossing left over right, propping them up on Isobel’s left thigh, so her toe could just reach under he cousin’s T-shirt, the rough nylon tickling her bellybutton. She began to read.”

“ “I was kept tied to the chair for over twelve hours.” Hmmmm very interesting. One way not to fight over the remote. “…electric toothbrushes were fixed to the soles of my feet with duct tape.” Now that’s just cruel.”

As she read on the sound of Jan’s footsteps coming down the stairs momentarily broke the silence, followed by the sound of draws and cupboards opening in the kitchen. “So tell me Izzy. Which if these ingenious tortures you have thought up for yourself is your favourite?”

Isobel’s eyes went wide under her blindfold and she tried to shake her head as much as the scarves and rope would allow. Saffron giggled. “Is it a weakness being a secret agent that you are soooo ticklish?” The smell of hot chocolate drifted into the room.

“I’m making hot chocolate, do you want marshmallows?” Jan called out.

Saffron chuckled. “No, thanks, Mum!” she yelled back. She returned her attention to Isobel, who was still trying to shake her head and muffle her protests behind the gag. “Shame you can't have any, seeing as you’re all tied up and gagged.” She wiggled her tie in Isobel’s bellybutton again.

Turning back to the diary she read a few more quotes about deviant torments her cousin had dreamt for herself. “Come on, you can tell me what you like. It’s just us here.”

The smell of Jan’s hot chocolate grew stronger, the sound of the microwave beeping before the clink of a spoon stirring. “Maybe we should keep you tied to the chair for the day and see if you can take it?”

Jan entered with a tray of two mugs. She was wearing a baggy white t-shirt , olive green baggy canvas shirts which came to about her mid thigh and bare foot, her bright red polish catching the light from the fire. Each of the mugs had a pile of whipped cream on top, Jan placed the one which also had mini marshmallows on the side table next to her, leaving the other on the tray on the coffee table near the girls. Jan sat on the sofa opposite Saffron and curled her legs under herself. “Just what you need on a cold wet Saturday hey?” As if in answer the rain beat down.

Saffron nodded, sipping her hot chocolate. Isobel’s could smell the hot drinks and hear her aunt and cousin sipping their beverage but her were covered and she saw nothing, her own mouth dry from the gag.

“You know, Izzy, I think you might have a knack for this whole being-tied-up thing. You seem to be taking it quite well,” Jan said, taking a sip of her drink.

Isobel could feel the warmth of the hot chocolate mingling with the heat of the fire. She nodded slightly, the gag pressing against her cheeks as she tried to smile. The reality of her situation was both thrilling and slightly alarming, but she found comfort in the fact that her aunt and cousin were enjoying themselves too. It was a strange sort of bonding experience, one she had never anticipated.

“Yes.” Said Saffron. “Look mum , here in Izzy’s diary. I think she wants to stay tied up on this chair all day.”

Jan took a sip of her hot chocolate and smirked. “Well, I suppose we could consider it. But only if she promises to be a good hostage and not make too much noise. And only until after lunch, because I have plans for us this afternoon, remember?”

Isobel’s eyes widened even further. Plans? What could her aunt possibly have in store for them? She nodded frantically, eager to please, to be part of whatever adventure they had planned. The thought of being bound and gagged all day was exhilarating, but she knew she had to be careful not to push too far.

“Such a shame she can’t drink her chocolate.” Said Saffron, cruelly wafting the hit drink under her cousin’s nose.

Isobel’s eyes watered with the sweet aroma, and she nodded eagerly. If it meant staying in this thrilling scenario, she would happily forgo the hot chocolate. Jan chuckled, watching the two of them with a knowing smile. “We could always take her gag out and let her drink it.”

“We could. But what’s the fun in that? Besides. What if she screams for help?”

Jan took a sip of her hot chocolate, watching the two of them with amusement. “Good point, Saffy. We wouldn’t want to ruin the scene now, would we? We’d better leave her gagged.”

Loved this chapter! It’s hard to hate a thorough chairtie. Enjoying this story more and more!

Janbound wrote: 10 months ago Part three. I’m having to make sure this is a different story from Tommy and His aunt Jan. too many ideas floating round in my head.

Enjoy.
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Ah, another lovely story Thanks for sharing these.

But does it really have to be two very different and unrelated stories

Isobel’s eyes widened even further. Plans? What could her aunt possibly have in store for them? She nodded frantically, eager to please, to be part of whatever adventure they had planned. The thought of being bound and gagged all day was exhilarating, but she knew she had to be careful not to push too far.

“Such a shame she can’t drink her chocolate.” Said Saffron, cruelly wafting the hit drink under her cousin’s nose.

Isobel’s eyes watered with the sweet aroma, and she nodded eagerly. If it meant staying in this thrilling scenario, she would happily forgo the hot chocolate. Jan chuckled, watching the two of them with a knowing smile. “We could always take her gag out and let her drink it.”

“We could. But what’s the fun in that? Besides. What if she screams for help?”

Jan took a sip of her hot chocolate, watching the two of them with amusement. “Good point, Saffy. We wouldn’t want to ruin the scene now, would we? We’d better leave her gagged.”

Jan flicked the TV on and idly flipped through channels as she drank her hot chocolate. The rain continued to drum on the windows outside and Isobel sat on her chair, tightly tied to it, blindfolded and gagged.

Jan found a film she quite liked and asked Saffron to put some popcorn on. Almost ignored by her cousin and aunt, despite being prominently displayed beside the fire, Isobel felt a peculiar mix of fear and excitement. The room felt warm and cozy, despite her uncomfortable predicament. The scent of the chocolate was driving her crazy. She squirmed in her seat, trying to get comfortable, her mind racing with thoughts of escape and the thrill of being caught.

Saffron, smiling like a Cheshire cat, walked back in with a steaming bowl of popcorn. She held it up to her own mouth, tossing a few kernels in before letting out a contented sigh. "Mmm, perfect," she said, popping a few more.

"But what about our guest?" Asked Jan with a wicked grin in her face.

Just like the chocolate this was well calculated torture for Izzy. She could smell the popcorn, feel the heat but she could not see it and tied up and gagged there was no way she could eat any.

"Oh, don't worry, I got her some," Saffron said, her voice sticky with sweetness, as she flicked a few pieces in Isobel's direction. They landed on her chest, a few stray kernels bouncing off and onto the floor. Isobel felt the warmth through her shirt and her stomach rumbled. Saffron even managed to get one to bounce off her cheek.

Isobel felt the frustration build, but she knew better than to react. Any sound she made would only add to their amusement. She took a deep breath and focused on the sounds of the rain outside and the crackling fire inside. The smell of the popcorn filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of the burning logs. The heat was intense, almost too much with the blindfold on, but she didn't dare ask for it to be removed.

The film began, and she could hear the sounds, music, dialogue from the TV on the wall behind her. The occasional laugh from Jan or Saffron added to the sounds, indicating a visual,joke, but she had no idea what was happening on the screen. Her imagination began to run wild, conjuring scenes of danger and intrigue, her heart racing with the suspense she assumed was unfolding before her aunt and cousin. She wished she could see it, but the mystery of it all only added to her excitement.

Saffron, lounging on the couch, stretched her legs out and placed them gently on the armrest. Isobel felt the warmth of her feet as they came to rest on her legs. The weight was surprisingly comforting, a strange contrast to the knots around her wrists and the fabric in her mouth. She didn't dare move, not wanting to disrupt this newfound sense of belonging. It was as if she was part of the furniture, an object of entertainment for them to enjoy.

"Make sure she doesn't get crumbs everywhere," Jan instructed, not taking her eyes off the screen, as Saffron continued to flick the odd kernel at her cousin. They continued to watch the film with Isobel all tied up, blindfolded and gagged, ignored as if she wasn’t there.

Jan looked over to see her daughter resting her feet in Isobel’s legs. "Move over, Saffy," she said, shifting herself on the couch, "I need to put my feet up."

Saffron giggled, sliding her legs away and placing Jan's feet on Isobel's lap instead. "Here you go, Mom," she said, "I'm sure she won't mind."

Despite her running Jan kept her feet in good condition. The nails were polished, her feet were clean after her shower and the skin quite soft from her moisturiser regime. She crossed her feet on her niece’s legs and the big toe of her left foot probed under the hem of her T-shirt, brushing against her tummy.

Isobel felt a shiver of anticipation run through her body. She had always had a bit of a thing for feet, something she had never shared with anyone. The sensation of Jan’s toes moving lightly against her skin was driving her crazy. She took another deep breath, trying to stay calm. She didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much they were affecting her.

The film played on, the volume turned up a notch, and Jan’s toe began to wiggle more aggressively in Isobel’s belly button. It was a strange sensation, one she had never experienced before, but it was definitely not unpleasant. Her heart raced even faster now, her breathing shallow and quick. She could feel the gag pressing into the roof of her mouth as she tried to keep her composure.

Saffron noticed the change in her cousin’s breathing and leaned in closer, whispering in her ear, "Is someone enjoying themselves a bit too much?" Her breath was warm and smelled faintly of sugary popcorn.

Isobel felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she remained silent, not wanting to give away her secret. Jan's toe wiggled deeper into her belly button, the sensation sending a wave of something unidentifiable through her. It was definitely more than just discomfort now. The blindfold made the sensation more intense, and she found herself trying to lean into it, to feel more of Jan's foot against her stomach.

The film eventually ended, and Jan sighed contentedly, shifting her feet off of Isobel. "Alright, Saffy, time to get some work done," she announced, setting her mug down on the coffee table with a clink. "I'll start on lunch. You clear this mess up,” indicating the popcorn in the floor, and on Isobel, the bowl and the two mugs. “Then go get the washing down would you? Have to use the tumble dryer today."

Saffron nodded, jumping up from the couch with an energy that Isobel found impossible to match in her current state. She gathered the bowl and mugs, placing them on the tray next to her mother’s chair, then bent down to collect the scattered popcorn from the floor. "You know, I think we should keep her like this," she whispered to Jan, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Why's that?" Jan asked, her voice low enough so Isobel couldn't hear over the sound of the TV's end credits.

"Well, it's not like she's going anywhere," Saffron giggled, her eyes darting to Isobel. "And it's so much easier to get things done without her bothering us."

"True," Jan chuckled, rising from the couch. She placed a gentle hand on Isobel's shoulder. "Be a good girl and stay put," she said, her voice dropping to a soothing tone that Isobel hadn't heard from her in a while. Then she disappeared into the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans clanging as she began to prep lunch.

Saffron turned the TV off, leaving only the rain's serenade outside. She picked up the tray with the bowl and mugs, giving Isobel's cheek a playful pinch before leaving the room. The house grew quieter, the only sounds now the rain outside and the occasional clang or rattle from the kitchen as Jan worked.

Isobel was left to her thoughts, the gag pressing uncomfortably into her mouth, her wrists beginning to ache from being tied behind her back. But she felt a strange peace, almost a contentment in her predicament. The anticipation of what might come next was intoxicating, her heart thudding in her chest like a drum. She heard the soft thud of Saffron's footsteps, nylon on carpet, as she moved about the living room, collecting the last of the popcorn. The sound grew distant as she moved away, and the house grew quieter still. Isobel shook her head, wiggled her fingers, wiggled her feet. That was all she could do.

The smell of something delicious began to waft in from the kitchen, a tantalizing blend of spices and meat. Jan was cooking something that smelled heavenly, and Isobel's stomach growled in protest of the gag. She hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast and she could feel the hunger gnawing at her insides. She tried to imagine what they were preparing, her mind racing with images of steaming roasts and golden potatoes.

The sound of Jan’s laughter floated in from the kitchen, a conversation with Saffron that she couldn’t quite make out. It sounded like they were enjoying themselves, sharing a joke at her expense. She bit down on the gag, the fabric cutting into her teeth slightly, and she felt a spark of anger. They were treating her like some sort of pet, a thing to be played with and ignored. But she knew that was part of the game, and she had to play along if she wanted to keep the thrill alive. She had after all asked to be kept like a hostage.

The minutes ticked by, the rain outside growing heavier, the smell of food becoming more tantalizing. The anticipation of being released was almost too much to bear. Would Jan bring her lunch in her current state? Or would they leave her here, starving, until dinner? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of bare feet slapping in the wooden hall floor as she returned to the living room.

"Alright, Isobel," Jan said, her voice filled with amusement, "I suppose we can't leave you here all day. Time to untie you."

She could feel Jan move closer, and Isobel felt the sudden pressure of the knots being loosened. The fabric of the blindfold was pulled from her face, and she blinked, adjusting to the light. Jan worked to free her from the chair but once her legs were released she retired her ankles together. She also left her hands tied behind her back and made her hop to the kitchen where Saffron was busily serving noodles and stir fried beef onto three plates.

Jan helped Isobel to sit down at the table then removed the gag from her mouth. She could taste the faint sweetness of Jan's perfume on the fabric, mixed with the saliva that had soaked into it. She felt the blood rush back into her jaw, and she worked her mouth open and shut to get rid of the stiffness. Looking at the kitchen clock she realised she had been tied up,for just over three hours.

"Lunch is ready," Jan announced, setting a plate in front of her. The smell was heavenly, and her stomach gave a loud growl of protest. "Don't worry, we're not going to leave you like this," she said, with a wink. "But you will need to eat without using your hands."

Isobel nodded, her eyes wide with excitement and a hint of trepidation. She had never eaten a meal without using her hands before, and the idea was both challenging and thrilling. The noodles looked perfectly cooked, swimming in a rich sauce with chunks of beef scattered throughout. Jan took a seat at the head of the table, and Saffron sat opposite her after fastening a napkin around Isobel’s neck and a second in her lap, both watching her with barely contained amusement.

With the gag out of her mouth, she took a deep breath, savoring the mouthwatering aroma of the food. Her mouth watered uncontrollably, and she couldn’t wait to take her first bite. Jan handed her a pair of chopsticks, which she took in her mouth as a joke. But with a bit of practice, she managed to pick up a strand of noodle without spilling on the table or her clothes, feeling a sense of victory as she sucked it into her mouth.

The taste was incredible, the perfect blend of savory and sweet. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, the taste of the chocolate forgotten. Jan and Saffron watched with a mix of amusement and admiration, their laughter subsiding as they saw Isobel’s determination to not only participate in this game but to win it.

“OK Saffy. Untie her hands now.”

Saffron grinned and sailed over to Isobel, her blond ponytail swinging from side to side. She deftly untied the knots and Isobel felt a surge of relief as her arms were released. She rubbed her wrists and took a moment to appreciate the feeling of freedom. Then she picked up the chopsticks with her right hand, her left hand and ate along with her aunt and cousin.

When the meal was over Jan untied Isobel’s ankles as Saffron cleared the dishes away. “Go to the bathroom, and change clothes if you need to but wear something comfortable.”

Isobel nodded gratefully and hobbled to the bathroom, her legs feeling like jelly after being tied for so long. She took her time, using the bathroom and splashing cold water on her face to wake herself up. Looking in the mirror she noticed the marks the ropes had left on her skin were fading. She could see the indentation of the scarf used to gag her for so many hours this morning. They were faint but would probably get worse if she didn’t get some lotion on them soon so spent several minutes moisturising.

When she emerged, Jan was waiting for her, holding out a pair of comfortable, oversized shorts and a baggy T-shirt. "Here, put these on," she said, her voice still carrying that playful tone. "They're Saffy's old ones. They should fit you."

Isobel took the clothes and retreated to her room, changing quickly. The shorts and shirt were soft against her skin, and she felt a sense of relief at being out of her tighter shorts and t shirt she had worn in the morning. She took one last look at herself in the mirror before returning to the living room. Jan and Saffron were sitting on the couch, their legs crossed, deep in conversation about something she couldn't quite make out.

“Now,” began Jan, “this afternoon we have a challenge which requires ingenuity and team work, but there could be a most interesting reward.”

Part FIVE

“So Izzy,” began Jan. “lots of your stories seem to have you struggling against time: a bomb going off, having to tell the police before the villains leave the country, tied up in a boat going down river, even once, tied to a train track.” Isobel blushed . “So I am going to tie you up, blindfold you and gag you, then give you a fixed time to escape. If you escape in time you will get a treat.”

“What if I don’t escape?” Asked Isobel.

“You might not enjoy it.” Jan let the phrase hang with a cheeky grin in her face. “But Imwill,give you one thing to help you escape.”

“What’s that?”

“Saify.” Jan’s daughter looked over to her mum “but she will be tied up just like you.”

Saffron gulped.

“Anyone need the toilet? No. Good!. Saffy get the ropes and scarves.”

Jan inspected her niece’s arms and legs. “Hmm. The rope marks are fading. Better do scarves on wrists and legs, we can use rope for the rest. Help me tie her up Saffy.” Jan went to Isobel’s feet and began to tie a scarf round her ankles, folding it in half to a triangle, rolling it into a snake then wrapping round and cinching between the young hurl’s ankles. Saffron began to do the same with her wrists, securing her cousin’s hands behind her back.

Isobel felt the warmth of the scarf, the slight prickle of the fibres against her skin, and the tension as it tightened. Her breathing grew shallow and she felt the beginnings of panic, a thrill of excitement. She also like the feel of her aunt just touching her feet. Isobel had always had a thing for bare feet, she had no idea what a fetish was, and although very ticklish, did like to have her feet touched.

Once her ankles were secured, Jan moved to her knees, shins and thighs, meanwhile Saffron tied her elbows together. They then both worked together tying ropes round her chest and tummy, iSaffron's smaller hands followed her mother's instructions, tying Isobel's arms in a way that was surprisingly gentle despite the firmness of the hold. The rope was rougher than the scarf, leaving a slightly uncomfortable reminder of her predicament. Isobel tried to wiggle her fingers, but they remained bound, incapable of even the slightest movement.

Once secure Jan turned to her daughter. ‘OK Saffy. Your turn.”

Saffron’s eyes grew wide. She had been so focused on tying up her cousin that she had almost forgotten she was going to be next. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, her heart racing as she stepped closer to her mother.

Jan took a moment to appreciate her daughter’s apprehension before speaking in a calm voice, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s all in good fun, and it won’t be tighter than previous times.” She tied her daughter’s hands behind her back with a scarf, as she had done Isobel, but as Saffron was wearing tights, all other bonds weee done with rope. The white nylon coils contrasted with the black nylon on her legs and the black of her T-shirt. Soon Saffron was all tied up, just like her cousin.

Jan took four scarves. The first she rolled up and fed into Saffron’s mouth. The second she filed into a triangle and rolled it up, making the same sort of snake she had used to tie her hands, and pulled it between her daughters teeth, keeping the first scarf in place. The third was fashioned into a broad band to go over her mouth and the fourths rolled in a similar way and tied over her eyes. Isobel laughed slightly seeing her cousin, who had tied her to the chair for most of the morning, now more helpless than her.

Jan soon repeated the process with four further scarves on Isobel, leaving her gagged and blind folded like her own daughter.

“Right. When I start the timer you have one hour to escape. You must both escape and escape means no scarves, ropes, tape zip ties etc left on any part of your body. If you win, you can tie me up, tickle my feet and use my credit card to order pizza for tea. If you loose, that is don’t escape, I will leave you both tied up,in a cold shower for ten Minutes.”

Jan took her phone, set an hour in the timer. “Three, two, one. GO!”

The sudden sound of the timer beeping in the otherwise silent room startled both Isobel and Saffron. They jolted in their seated positions on the floor, the ropes tightening slightly around their wrists , chests, legs and ankles. The game was on. Isobel’s mind raced as she tried to remember the layout of the room and where Saffron was, her heart pounding in her chest. The warmth of the scarf in her mouth was comforting at first, but as she began to breathe more heavily, it grew wet and less comfortable. She could feel Saffron’s breathing next to her, also quick and shallow, as they both worked to find a way to communicate through their gags.

They both shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn’t pull too much on their bindings. The ropes dug in slightly, but the pressure was bearable. Isobel’s feet flexed, feeling the cool floor beneath her as she worked her ankles back and forth, searching for slack. There was none. Jan had done a good job. Saffron’s scraped her shorts across the carpeted floor as she tried to get her feet closer to her hands. Isobel could hear the occasional thump of Saffron’s legs as she tested the strength of her bonds.

The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of logs burning on the fire, the remains of lunch drifting in the air. The house was eerily silent except for the persistent rain in the windows and muffled sounds of their breathing. The challenge was clear: escape together, or face the cold shower. Isobel felt a twinge of competitiveness and a surge of protectiveness towards Saffron. She didn’t want her cousin to be scared or uncomfortable. She need not have worried however. Unknown to her Saffron had faced many similar escape challenges from her mother, some won, some lost but all fun.

Jan chuckled quietly to herself, watching the two girls awkwardly squirm against their restraints. Their panic was palpable, yet she knew it was a controlled environment and they were safe. She wandered through to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea, returning about ten minutes later. Savouring the warmth as it traveled down her throat, she really wondered if shorts and bare feet weee the best choice for today, as the rain brought the temperature down. Feeling like a puppet master orchestrating a play, she knew the ropes would not harm them beyond the old mark on the skin for a day or two, but she enjoyed the thrill of watching them fight against their own vulnerability. She had always had a penchant for games that tested the limits of people’s endurance, and this was one of her favourites. Fourty minutes to go and they were no closer to escaping that when she had tied them both up.

Isobel felt a sudden realisation. She couldn’t escape without Saffron’s help. Her smaller frame might be able to slip free of some of the bonds, but Saffron had been quieter than Isobel in her struggling. Was she being more methodical and less brute force. She couldn’t see her cousin to tell if she had made progress. The problem was, she also didn’t know if Saffron knew where exactly she was. Jan had gagged and blindfolded Saffron first, and she had only heard the muffled sounds of her cousin being tied after. She hoped she hadn’t missed any cues. Isobel tried to call out, but the scarf in her mouth muffled her voice into a series of grunts and moans. Saffron jolted at the sound, turning her head in the direction of the noise. They were both blindfolded, but Isobel could feel Saffron’s eyes on her, searching for something to latch onto.

They both began to thrash more vigorously, the desperation in their movements palpable. Jan’s giggles grew louder from the sofa, which only served to fuel their determination. Saffron managed to get onto her knees, the ropes around her chest and stomach restricting her balance. Isobel felt the floor vibrate slightly with each movement and she matched her squirms to the rhythm, trying to signal where she was. It was like playing how green you arebin a silent, sightless game of Twister. They bumped into each other a few times, the ropes around their legs snagging and pulling, adding a bite of pain to the situation. Jan’s laughter grew louder.

Then, as if by a stroke of luck or a miracle of touch, Isobel’s fingertips brushed against something firm and rough. Eventually, her numb fingers realized it was a rope. A rope that was tied around some part of Saffron. The revelation was like a cool breeze on a hot day, bringing a sense of hope and a sudden surge of energy. She began to tug at it, feeling for any looseness or weakness, searching also for the knot. Saffron felt the tugging on the ropes around her ankles and paused her own struggling to let her work. Isobel’s muffled voice grew more insistent, and she heard the Saffron go quiet.

The knot was tight, but not unyielding. With the limited movement of her bound hands, behind her back and blindfolded, Isobel began to pick at it. The minutes ticked by, the only sounds the soft scrape of the rope and Saffrons tights against the carpet, the patter of the rain and the rhythmic hiss of their breaths. So quiet, they did not even know if Jan was still there watching them. It felt like an eternity, but finally, she felt the knot give way. The rope loosened around Saffron’s legs and she let out a muffled sigh of relief. Isobel’s heart raced, adrenaline pulsing through her veins. They were getting somewhere.

With renewed hope, Saffron began to feel around, her bound hands fumbling over the floor. Her fingertips found the edge of a rug, and she pulled it towards her. The friction allowed her to work her feet free from the last of the ropes. Now it was her turn to help. She scooted over to Isobel, her legs feeling both free and wobbly at the same time. Through the layers of scarves, she managed to convey to Isobel to hold still. Saffron’s nimble fingers began to trace the ropes around her cousin’s legs, searching for the starting point. Isobel’s heart thumped in her chest as she felt the ropes loosening. It was a strange mix of fear and excitement, knowing that she was still trapped but that there was a way out.

The sound of the rain outside grew more intense, the thunder rumbling closer, as if it too was eager to see the outcome of their escape. Jan’s laughter had turned into a cheerful humming, the clinking of her teacup against the saucer a steady beat in the background. Saffron’s fingertips found the knot at Isobel’s ankles and she tugged at it, her mind racing with memories of the times she had practiced this with her mother. After a few moments of careful manipulation, the knot gave way and Isobel’s legs were free. The relief was instant, but they both knew they still had a long way to go.

Jan looked at her phone. Twenty minutes to go. She thought about putting warm dry clothes out in advance, and also of whether she needed to use the shower or just throw the bound girls into the back garnet for ten minutes or so.

Isobel felt the ropes around her legs loosen and fall away. She gasped, her lungs filling with sweet air. The relief was momentary as she realised her hands and upper body were still secured. And of course she was still blindfolded and heavily gagged. She could feel Saffron’s warm breath against her ear as she tried to talk to her.

Ten minutes to go.

Saffron’s voice was also muffled, but the determination was clear. Her hands began to work on the knots in the scarf around Isobel’s wrists, which were tight and unyielding. Isobel could feel her pulse in her wrists, the blood pulsing around the ropes. It was a strange sensation, a reminder of the precariousness of their situation.

Isobel’s wrists felt like they were on fire, the ropes digging into her skin, as Saffron’s more nimble hands worked at the knots with the precision of a bomb defuser. Jan’s humming grew louder, the timer ticking away on her phone a relentless metronome counting down their fate. Saffron’s breath grew heavier, her hands trembling slightly as she felt the tension in the scarf give way. With a final tug, the knot unraveled and Isobel’s arms fell free, the blood rushing back to her fingertips with a painful tingle. With her wrists free she could wriggle enough to get her elbow binding loose.

Five minutes

Isobel raised her hands to her face and pulled her gag off next, spitting her own mouth full of scarf making it difficult to communicate. She pulled her blindfold off, blinked in the sudden light and turned to Saffron still cocooned in multiple ropes.

She pulled her cousins blindfold off and they looked at each other, both sweaty and flushed with exertion. Isobel’s eyes searched around the room for something to cut her cousin free with realising there was no time to untie the dozens of knits which held her. There were knives and scissors in the kitchen. Jan’s humming grew louder but slightly nervous. She knew they were close and she was enjoying the suspense but was begging to think she might loose this bet and not have two drowned rats to rescue later today.

Isobel ran to the kitchen, her bare feet slapping on the tiled floor, found some Tuff Cut scissors and ran back to her cousin.

“Ready for this?” she whispered, trying to keep the excitement from her voice.

Saffron nodded, eyes wide with anticipation.

Two minutes to go.

Isobel’s hand trembled slightly as she brought the scissors to the ropes around Saffron’s chest. She took a deep breath and snipped, the sound echoing through the tense silence. The ropes fell away, and Saffron gasped for air, the pressure around her ribs released. They both worked frantically now, knowing the clock was against them. Isobel sliced through the ropes around Saffron’s wrists, the white of her skin stark against the dark, abraded marks left by the restraints.

With less than a minute left they were both standing up, pulling the last ropes from thighs and chests, making sure gags were on the floor not still looped round their necks.

The timer on Jan’s phone beeped. The room was a mess of ropes and scarfs. Isobel and Saffron were both standing, slightly wobbly and breathless, but free from their bonds. Jan’s eyes grew wide in shock, she had never seen them escape so quickly before. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and fear at the sight of the determined looks on their faces.

“Oh bum.” She said. “I need to make a quick trip to the bathroom, then I’ll be back.”

Excellent!! I can't wait to see what's next!! I hope you do more stories of these 3 in the future!!

Janbound wrote: 10 months ago Part three. I’m having to make sure this is a different story from Tommy and His aunt Jan. too many ideas floating round in my head.

I would love to see them incorporate Isobel's stories from her diary into their tie up games.

drgoremd wrote: 10 months ago

Janbound wrote: 10 months ago Part three. I’m having to make sure this is a different story from Tommy and His aunt Jan. too many ideas floating round in my head.

I would love to see them incorporate Isobel's stories from her diary into their tie up games.

I’ll have to write those stories first. Bare in mind the only ones I’ve hinted at so fas are: being tied to railway tracks, being tied to a chair in the maths teacher’s store room, being hung by her bug toes over a piranha tank, being tied to a sun lounger and painted in tuna oil, being tied to a bomb and being tied up in a boat about to go over a waterfall. She sort if played the tied to a chair all day with the Saturday morning chair tie.

Janbound wrote: 10 months ago

drgoremd wrote: 10 months ago

Janbound wrote: 10 months ago Part three. I’m having to make sure this is a different story from Tommy and His aunt Jan. too many ideas floating round in my head.

I would love to see them incorporate Isobel's stories from her diary into their tie up games.

I’ll have to write those stories first. Bare in mind the only ones I’ve hinted at so fas are: being tied to railway tracks, being tied to a chair in the maths teacher’s store room, being hung by her bug toes over a piranha tank, being tied to a sun lounger and painted in tuna oil, being tied to a bomb and being tied up in a boat about to go over a waterfall. She sort if played the tied to a chair all day with the Saturday morning chair tie.

I simply mean that Isobel clearly likes imagining herself as a spy or girl detective and has often thought of Jan and Saffy as the villains who capture her in many of those stories so leaning in to that part of her imagination would make her simple bondage much more enthralling.

Chapter 5 was a thrilling adrenaline rush! You did a great job keeping me figuratively on the edge of my seat, I genuinely didn’t know if they were going to succeed or not. With all the tying they’re doing, I do wonder if bare legs and feet are wise, or if they should change into tights like Saify for protection against the ropes. Can’t wait to see what’s in store next!

Wow @Janbound What a story you have an amazing talent for writing.

TightsBound wrote: 10 months ago Chapter 5 was a thrilling adrenaline rush! You did a great job keeping me figuratively on the edge of my seat, I genuinely didn’t know if they were going to succeed or not. With all the tying they’re doing, I do wonder if bare legs and feet are wise, or if they should change into tights like Saify for protection against the ropes. Can’t wait to see what’s in store next!

The rope marks are integral to the story. They demonstrate the difference between Izzy’s fantasies and reality. They also demonstrate the care Jan takes treating Izzy different from Saffy and behaving differently from Saffy. Izzy is having her first experience of TUGs and Jan is more experienced at tying up than Saffy.

I'm liking this story a lot. I keep smiling at the image of Isobel accidentally shutting the drawer with her bottom. My only complaint is that I feel a bit teased with events that didn't end up happening, like the damp sock not being put in Isobel's mouth or Isobel and Saffron not earning the cold shower.

I just finished reading all five parts of this story. I mean, I wasn’t planning on reading all of it right now…but it was so fantastically written and suspenseful that I had to keep going. So, thanks for that…and very well done! I don’t think I’ve read any other of your other stories—but now I’ve certainly got some homework to do.

So, here are my thoughts, in no particular order:

For what it’s worth, I really liked that you used the nicknames “Izzy” and “Saffy”. I don’t know what your specific intent was here…but to me, this conveys how incredibly close the three of them are. Also, “Izzy” and “Saffy” just sound somewhat “innocent” to me, underscoring the innocent playfulness of their adventures.

I think my favorite TUG stories are ones which involve someone being discovered. The way that you described Izzy being discovered was incredibly fun to read! Though this is a work of fiction…I can see this kind of situation actually playing out with a family as understanding (to put it mildly!) as you’ve created here. I’d also say that I found the entire scene (in which Jan and Saffy are going through Izzy’s diary with her)…quite emotionally moving. At least, I think that’s the right word for it. As bondage is a core part of who I am—I can only imagine the sheer emotional roller coaster that Izzy had to have gone through in a matter of minutes…as her deepest (and probably, darkest, in her mind) fantasies were now on full display. What was she feeling? Going from embarrassment, shame, sadness, maybe some anger…then to relief, reassurance…then overwhelming happiness and joy at the realization that—not only were Jan and Saffy not angry or judgmental—but rather were going to actually engage in and help her fulfill these core fantasies. Simply remarkable storytelling.

Again, though this is s work of fiction—I really enjoyed the way you expertly navigated the line between outright fantasy and what might actually happen in the real world. A great example of this for me was Jan’s threat to gag Izzy with one of her wet socks (…and I agree with @bindable about the teasing bit ). As interesting as that route might have been, that would have crossed the line for me in terms of “believability”…if that makes sense, and the story would lose a bit in terms of its “innocence factor”.

I love the fact that you made Izzy’s (and Saffy’s) tie-up game all the more “serious” with the very real threat of a having to endure a 10-minute cold shower if they didn’t escape! For me, I certainly find the carrying out of such a threat a real possibility in that situation. Again, had the threat been something like, “If you don’t escape, I’ll keep you tied up all night long,”…again, I think the story would have shifted more into the “unrealistic” side of fiction. So, I’m not sure how deliberate you’ve been in making these decisions as these events are unfolding…but I find that, for me, you’ve been striking a perfect balance. This has been so much fun to read!

Lastly (and I didn’t see this one coming), I very much enjoyed the revelation that this wasn’t Jan’s and Saffy’s first time playing TUGs! That really provides a whole new level of insight as to both of their levels of understanding of Izzy’s interest in being tied up. They (at least Jan) not only understands the interest…but actively shares it. I also appreciate the time you took to describe each of their thoughts and feelings throughout their tie-ups. I felt like I was really able to get to know Izzy, Saffy, and Jan on a bit of a deeper level.

With that, thanks again for such a wonderful read. You’ve certainly got a talent for creative writing that’s exciting, immersive, and emotional…and I would go so far as to say heartwarming as well.

Looking forward to reading future parts of this story, as well as delving into the other stories your’ve written!

bindable wrote: 10 months ago I'm liking this story a lot. I keep smiling at the image of Isobel accidentally shutting the drawer with her bottom. My only complaint is that I feel a bit teased with events that didn't end up happening, like the damp sock not being put in Isobel's mouth or Isobel and Saffron not earning the cold shower.

Oooh. I’m teasing you with unfulfilled hints and suggestions. I love it. I hope you’re feeling. Frustrated by my writing.