Stories of Tie Up Games

Here's another bondage scene I'd like to play out when I'm in my Robin outfit...

I’m in Commissioner Gordon's office as my alter ego Robin, puzzling over a riddle with Batman and Batgirl. The Riddler left it at the scene of his last crime: What did one light bulb say to to the other light bulb on Valentine's day?

We arrive at the answer: I love you watts. Which means that the Riddler will next target Dr. Watts and his prominent electrotherapy clinic. Batman says there’s no time to lose and we immediately make our way to the clinic.

We barge through the door to find the Riddler working with his goons and a young female nurse packing boxes. He looks at us and laughs loudly. “Welcome, costumed clowns. I was expecting you. I knew you’d solve that riddle.”

Batman replies with his arms crossed, “Are you ready to give yourself up?”

Batgirl adds with her legs apart and hands on hips, “We’ve linked you to all the medical supply thefts across Gotham City.”

The goons then roll a hospital bed into the room with a gagged Dr. Watts strapped down to it in his underwear, and there are wires connecting various points in his body to an electrotherapy machine.

The Riddler laughs hysterically and replies, “I’ll let him go for a trade. If you allow me to turn the tables to take you meddlesome bats into my custody, I’ll spare his life. Otherwise, we’ll turn the machine’s dial to full blast and fry our physician friend.”

Batman, Batgirl, and I stare at each other in disbelief and realize we have no choice. Batman tries to bargain with the villain so that Batgirl and I can be spared, but the arch criminal refuses. We’re each told to lie down on a hospital bed, and the Riddler tells us to hurry or else…and he places his fingers on the dial of the machine connected to Dr. Watts. We can only comply.

The goons roughly strap us down with bandage rolls. I try to break free but I’m securely fastened. The Riddler tells the goons to get back to work in the other room, and then he looks down at us captured crimefighters, “You bats are in for an electrifying experience. My trusty nurse will set everything up for you.” He gives her a nod and exits the room as he laughs maniacally.

The nurse gets to work starting with Batman. As she feels his chest, she explains she needs to find his nipples, adding that she can stick the electrotherapy pads on his spandex outfit because the thin material is stretched so tightly over his body. She sticks a couple pads to his nipples that are pointing through the spandex after the nurse's manual stimulation. She then rubs the bulge in Batman's batbriefs, and she explains she wants it bigger so there's more contact area for the node. When his batcock appears more defined in the Caped Crusader’s briefs, she sticks a node on the spandex surface at the base of his batpole.

The nurse walks over to Batgirl and sticks the electrical pads on the tips of her perky chest, and she places another pad on the little mound between her legs below the buckle of her low-slung utility belt. She playfully pats Batgirl’s head and flicks the ears on her cowl before turning toward me.

She comes over to me and unbuckles my utility belt. She then reaches under my shirt to find my nipples, and I feel aroused feeling her feminine hands exploring my upper body. She attaches the electric pads over my bare nipples, and I slightly shudder as I feel the cold nodes on me chest.

The nurse pats the bulge in my batbriefs saying she doesn’t need to make it grow like she did for Batman. She places the last node on my green batbriefs at the base of my shaft. She rubs the inside of my legs as she exclaims her work is almost done.

Her final act is to gag each of us captured Caped Crusaders with a roll of gauze wrapped numerous times around our mouths and heads. Without a word, she turns on the electrotherapy machines and walks out.

I immediately feel the electrical currents coursing into my member through my tights and to my sensitive nipples. My body bucks and I can only whimper through my gag, and I see Batman and Batgirl writhing and groaning on their beds too.

My body is overwhelmed by the unrelenting stimulation, and I bite into my gag to try suppressing my involuntary arousal. I feel my member growing and hardening, and I feel the node on my bulge pressing even harder against it. The electric current feels stronger as the batbulge grows in my batbriefs.

I hear Batgirl's muffled screaming through her gag as her body convulses in waves. She must be succumbing to the effects of the electrotherapy on the sensitive feminine spots of her body.

And I hear Batman breathing heavily through his gag. He’s probably teetering on the edge of release too.

My attention turns back to myself. My nipples and private area feel very tender now, and the unrelenting electro stimulation is driving me to the point of no return. I bite into my gag, shut my eyes tight, and writhe my body to suppress the overwhelming arousal trying to explode out of my spandex tights.

WILL THE TERRIFIC TRIO’S STRONG AND TITILLATING BODIES BE DRAINED BY THE EFFECTS OF THE MERCILESS ELECTROTHERAPY? WE’LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL WE SEE THEM AGAIN…SAME BAT-TIME SAME BAT-CHANNEL!

Always a real joy to read your stories. Now you've got me wishing I was strapped down on one of those hospital beds.

Thanks, @Reidy. I'm thinking you'd of course be strapped down in superhero spandex too. I'm glad I'm not the only weird person with this crazy superhero bondage fetish

rtbw wrote: 10 months ago Thanks, @Reidy. I'm thinking you'd of course be strapped down in superhero spandex too. I'm glad I'm not the only weird person with this crazy superhero bondage fetish

Absolutely not. 60s Batman was my gateway into fetish interest. I want to be in one of those costumes, I want an evil villainess tormenting me and I want the bondage to be tight.

WHEN WE LEFT OUR CRIMEFIGHTING CAPED CRUSADERS, THEIR FIRM BODIES WERE STRAPPED DOWN WITH ELECTRIC NODES ATTACHED TO THEIR NIPPLES AND NETHER REGIONS. CAN BATMAN, ROBIN, AND BATGIRL WITHSTAND THE ELECTRIC TORMENT?

I feel the unrelenting electric current streaming into the base of my erection through my spandex tights and briefs. My arousal is intensified by the nodes feeding the electricity into my nipples, and my body feels like bursting in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Batgirl is screaming through her gag, and I turn my head to see her shapely body arching up repeatedly before taking intensely deep breaths and rhythmically shaking. I can tell she’s over the edge now and releasing all of the tension that’s been building up. I can also see Batman behind her thrusting his midsection.

And then I feel a sharp pang between my legs. I’m reaching the edge too as the currents mercilessly pour into my manhood and nipples. My legs and midsection writhe to better avoid succumbing to the arousal, but it’s no use. I surrender and thrust my crotch upward to open the floodgates that have been holding everything back.

I pull my limbs against the restraints as waves of orgasm explode out of my manhood and I feel the inside of my babriefs becoming increasingly soaked. The electric node on my bulge buzzes away as I'm milked.

When I'm spent I can't recover because the electricity is still pouring into me. My nipples and genitals feel raw now but there’s no relief. I look over at Batman and Batgirl, and they're lying helplessly on the receiving end of the electric current. I probably look the same. Batgirl turns to me and we lock eyes, but I turn away as I feel pangs of pain in my crotch.

After some time, I begin tenting in my batbriefs again, and my ginger Batpole lets out a weak unsatisfying load. And then the pain in my private area becomes unbearable.

Suddenly I see sparks shooting out from between Batgirl’s legs and then her body twitches before coming to a rest. She looks lifeless, but then she amazingly lifts her legs and arms very slowly. She’s somehow escaped!

The daredoll removes the gag from her mouth, turns over on the bed, and drops her feet over the bed. She tries to stand up but immediately collapses to the ground in a heap.

I'm in real pain now as I feel like my whole body is electrified with the current continuing to rip through my nipples and crotch.

I hear Batgirl say weakly from the ground, “Batman, Robin…hang in there. I'll get you out.” She slowly crawls to my electrotherapy machine and reaches up to turn it off, and then she stumbles on all fours toward Batman to do the same.

Even though my machine is now off it still feels like I’m being electrocuted. It takes a long time for Batgirl to free Batman, and then he crawls to me to do the same while Batgirl recovers in pain on the ground.

The three of us spend maybe an hour recovering before we can even try standing up. I gather enough strength to ask how Batgirl was able to free herself.

“I’m very lucky I wear my utility belt low on my hips. I slid my body back and forth to make my belt move further down my hips and then the belt buckle came into contact with the electric node, which made the electrotherapy machine blow because of the added current it generated.”

Batman remarks how her fashion statement saved our lives, and then we stare at each other in our costumes completely wet between our legs. We tenderly clean ourselves up as best we can before making our way outside. We decide to retire for the night and regroup when we’re in better condition.

Batgirl winces in pain as she straddles her legs on her Batgirl-cycle, and Batman asks if she should ride the Batmobile. She declines and says she doesn’t have to go far. She continued to wince as she fires up the bike and we see her drive away.

I get in the Batmobile and we make our way back to the Batcave. I feel the pain between my legs as I hug the Batpole to go up, and it's a real mess when I peel out of my tights. I say to Batman we have to get Riddler for for this, and he agrees.

Reidy wrote: 10 months ago

rtbw wrote: 10 months ago Thanks, @Reidy. I'm thinking you'd of course be strapped down in superhero spandex too. I'm glad I'm not the only weird person with this crazy superhero bondage fetish

Absolutely not. 60s Batman was my gateway into fetish interest. I want to be in one of those costumes, I want an evil villainess tormenting me and I want the bondage to be tight.

It's a trifecta: caught and tormented by a sexy villainess in a kinky trap wearing a costume that can't hide your arousal

rtbw wrote: 8 months ago WHEN WE LEFT OUR CRIMEFIGHTING CAPED CRUSADERS, THEIR FIRM BODIES WERE STRAPPED DOWN WITH ELECTRIC NODES ATTACHED TO THEIR NIPPLES AND NETHER REGIONS. CAN BATMAN, ROBIN, AND BATGIRL WITHSTAND THE ELECTRIC TORMENT?

I feel the unrelenting electric current streaming into the base of my erection through my spandex tights and briefs. My arousal is intensified by the nodes feeding the electricity into my nipples, and my body feels like bursting in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Batgirl is screaming through her gag, and I turn my head to see her shapely body arching up repeatedly before taking intensely deep breaths and rhythmically shaking. I can tell she’s over the edge now and releasing all of the tension that’s been building up. I can also see Batman behind her thrusting his midsection.

And then I feel a sharp pang between my legs. I’m reaching the edge too as the currents mercilessly pour into my manhood and nipples. My legs and midsection writhe to better avoid succumbing to the arousal, but it’s no use. I surrender and thrust my crotch upward to open the floodgates that have been holding everything back.

I pull my limbs against the restraints as waves of orgasm explode out of my manhood and I feel the inside of my babriefs becoming increasingly soaked. The electric node on my bulge buzzes away as I'm milked.

When I'm spent I can't recover because the electricity is still pouring into me. My nipples and genitals feel raw now but there’s no relief. I look over at Batman and Batgirl, and they're lying helplessly on the receiving end of the electric current. I probably look the same. Batgirl turns to me and we lock eyes, but I turn away as I feel pangs of pain in my crotch.

After some time, I begin tenting in my batbriefs again, and my ginger Batpole lets out a weak unsatisfying load. And then the pain in my private area becomes unbearable.

Suddenly I see sparks shooting out from between Batgirl’s legs and then her body twitches before coming to a rest. She looks lifeless, but then she amazingly lifts her legs and arms very slowly. She’s somehow escaped!

The daredoll removes the gag from her mouth, turns over on the bed, and drops her feet over the bed. She tries to stand up but immediately collapses to the ground in a heap.

I'm in real pain now as I feel like my whole body is electrified with the current continuing to rip through my nipples and crotch.

I hear Batgirl say weakly from the ground, “Batman, Robin…hang in there. I'll get you out.” She slowly crawls to my electrotherapy machine and reaches up to turn it off, and then she stumbles on all fours toward Batman to do the same.

Even though my machine is now off it still feels like I’m being electrocuted. It takes a long time for Batgirl to free Batman, and then he crawls to me to do the same while Batgirl recovers in pain on the ground.

The three of us spend maybe an hour recovering before we can even try standing up. I gather enough strength to ask how Batgirl was able to free herself.

“I’m very lucky I wear my utility belt low on my hips. I slid my body back and forth to make my belt move further down my hips and then the belt buckle came into contact with the electric node, which made the electrotherapy machine blow because of the added current it generated.”

Batman remarks how her fashion statement saved our lives, and then we stare at each other in our costumes completely wet between our legs. We tenderly clean ourselves up as best we can before making our way outside. We decide to retire for the night and regroup when we’re in better condition.

Batgirl winces in pain as she straddles her legs on her Batgirl-cycle, and Batman asks if she should ride the Batmobile. She declines and says she doesn’t have to go far. She continued to wince as she fires up the bike and we see her drive away.

I get in the Batmobile and we make our way back to the Batcave. I feel the pain between my legs as I hug the Batpole to go up, and it's a real mess when I peel out of my tights. I say to Batman we have to get Riddler for for this, and he agrees.

I'm almost wincing reading this and yet I still want to be part of that peril.

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I wish there was a way to delete posts for when you accidentally post things

Reidy wrote: 8 months ago

rtbw wrote: 8 months ago WHEN WE LEFT OUR CRIMEFIGHTING CAPED CRUSADERS, THEIR FIRM BODIES WERE STRAPPED DOWN WITH ELECTRIC NODES ATTACHED TO THEIR NIPPLES AND NETHER REGIONS. CAN BATMAN, ROBIN, AND BATGIRL WITHSTAND THE ELECTRIC TORMENT?

I feel the unrelenting electric current streaming into the base of my erection through my spandex tights and briefs. My arousal is intensified by the nodes feeding the electricity into my nipples, and my body feels like bursting in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Batgirl is screaming through her gag, and I turn my head to see her shapely body arching up repeatedly before taking intensely deep breaths and rhythmically shaking. I can tell she’s over the edge now and releasing all of the tension that’s been building up. I can also see Batman behind her thrusting his midsection.

And then I feel a sharp pang between my legs. I’m reaching the edge too as the currents mercilessly pour into my manhood and nipples. My legs and midsection writhe to better avoid succumbing to the arousal, but it’s no use. I surrender and thrust my crotch upward to open the floodgates that have been holding everything back.

I pull my limbs against the restraints as waves of orgasm explode out of my manhood and I feel the inside of my babriefs becoming increasingly soaked. The electric node on my bulge buzzes away as I'm milked.

When I'm spent I can't recover because the electricity is still pouring into me. My nipples and genitals feel raw now but there’s no relief. I look over at Batman and Batgirl, and they're lying helplessly on the receiving end of the electric current. I probably look the same. Batgirl turns to me and we lock eyes, but I turn away as I feel pangs of pain in my crotch.

After some time, I begin tenting in my batbriefs again, and my ginger Batpole lets out a weak unsatisfying load. And then the pain in my private area becomes unbearable.

Suddenly I see sparks shooting out from between Batgirl’s legs and then her body twitches before coming to a rest. She looks lifeless, but then she amazingly lifts her legs and arms very slowly. She’s somehow escaped!

The daredoll removes the gag from her mouth, turns over on the bed, and drops her feet over the bed. She tries to stand up but immediately collapses to the ground in a heap.

I'm in real pain now as I feel like my whole body is electrified with the current continuing to rip through my nipples and crotch.

I hear Batgirl say weakly from the ground, “Batman, Robin…hang in there. I'll get you out.” She slowly crawls to my electrotherapy machine and reaches up to turn it off, and then she stumbles on all fours toward Batman to do the same.

Even though my machine is now off it still feels like I’m being electrocuted. It takes a long time for Batgirl to free Batman, and then he crawls to me to do the same while Batgirl recovers in pain on the ground.

The three of us spend maybe an hour recovering before we can even try standing up. I gather enough strength to ask how Batgirl was able to free herself.

“I’m very lucky I wear my utility belt low on my hips. I slid my body back and forth to make my belt move further down my hips and then the belt buckle came into contact with the electric node, which made the electrotherapy machine blow because of the added current it generated.”

Batman remarks how her fashion statement saved our lives, and then we stare at each other in our costumes completely wet between our legs. We tenderly clean ourselves up as best we can before making our way outside. We decide to retire for the night and regroup when we’re in better condition.

Batgirl winces in pain as she straddles her legs on her Batgirl-cycle, and Batman asks if she should ride the Batmobile. She declines and says she doesn’t have to go far. She continued to wince as she fires up the bike and we see her drive away.

I get in the Batmobile and we make our way back to the Batcave. I feel the pain between my legs as I hug the Batpole to go up, and it's a real mess when I peel out of my tights. I say to Batman we have to get Riddler for for this, and he agrees.

I'm almost wincing reading this and yet I still want to be part of that peril.

That's the allure of superhero bondage right?

I don't think this trap is worse than the one when Batman and Robin were in that room with the air being sacked out, or when they were strapped in the ice room cooler, or the rotating fire pit. But I'd love to act out any of those predicaments too, although I'd like to add some more kinky interaction with the captors