Stories of Tie Up Games

I’d found myself a good spot, somewhere I could view proceedings perfectly, but nobody could observe me. Or so I thought. As the enemy troop movements became clear, with a noticeable indication of their relative strength, and I began to wonder about just how to record this information to pass on to my superiors, I felt the cold steel of a firearm muzzle press against the back of my neck. And a gentle, but fully authoritative, German sounding, female voice whispered into my ear. “I suggest that you remain exactly where you are right at this moment, and don’t make a sound. Otherwise, I’ll put a bullet into you, with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever. Is that clear? Nod your head gently if you understand the situation here. You are under arrest, as a spy!”

Almost shaking in fear, I did as my female captor had demanded, and nodded very gently. I didn’t want to give her an excuse to kill me, and it actually occurred to me it was a full silencer, rather than the direct muzzle end of her gun that I could feel against my skin, so nobody would possibly hear if she exercised that option. Thankfully it appeared that my immediate obedience of her earlier command did cause her to reconsider that particular route, as her other hand passed forward of my perifocal vision holding something. “Know what this is?”

I saw that it was a satin blindfold. “Yes.” I replied, tentatively.

“FIT IT!” Came the next command. Which I obeyed, meaning now I’d lost any ability to see, I was now in total darkness. I basically guessed what her next order would be, and I wasn’t wrong. “HANDS BEHIND BACK!” Once more I complied, what choice did I have?

Just as I expected, I felt the cold, hard, steel ring close around one of my wrists, remember she only had one hand available to her at this precise moment, as the other still held the gun to my neck. But it didn’t help me, for having imprisoned one of my wrists, she swiftly turned her full attention to my other arm. Soon she’d succeeded in giving that arm a steel bracelet too, meaning that now the situation had completely changed. I was her prisoner now, she’d fully captured me, and until she decided otherwise, I was now hers! Something she seemed to fully aware of as she breathed a loud sigh of almost relief!

She had a couple of more tasks to perform before she’d move taking me with her, however. The first of those was to fit a large, and it WAS large, believe me, ball gag into my mouth. “That’s better, I don’t want you making any noise here, Missy,” yes, I am female too myself, “attracting any outside attention!”

Her other job? To put a leather collar around my neck, to which she fitted a lead at the front, thus allowing her to pull me forwards, away from the scene of her capture of me. Pulling my blinded, bound and gagged captive body, to goodness knows where, although I assumed she knew herself. Towards formal imprisonment I feared, believing her to be an enemy Police or Military agent, somebody who had ‘caught me in the act’ as it were, and now I’d have to face the consequences of my actions.

However, now something occurred that made me question that perceived vision of my position. Suddenly, I found myself shoved sidewards, with my vision removed I couldn’t tell that I’d been pushed into a side alley, then held and told to remain quiet. As I could hear but not see, a squad of enemy troops rush by, my captor having taken us out of sight just in time. Now, if she was acting officially, why did she feel the need to do that? If they had actually questioned her, she’d have simply explained that she had me under her legal arrest. Wouldn’t she?

Naturally that set questions running around within my mind. Just who was this woman? And, if official arrest wasn’t her aim, then what the hell was? Although I’d obtain no answer there and then, as once she’d deemed the ‘coast was clear’ she resumed her dragging of me to just where she wanted to take me. To a car, that she’d parked out of sight, opening the boot, and then both ordering and assisting me to climb inside. Where she produced two more pairs of solid steel handcuffs, firstly cuffing my ankles together, and then subjecting me to the classic ‘hogtie’ position by using that third pair to hold the others to each other. Obviously, I still couldn’t see, but I could feel her place some carefully arranged padding around my bound form, to my relief I guess, making it clear she wished me no harm in the drive that was about to ensue. Having secured my capture, she did indeed shut the boot, jumped into the driver’s seat, started the engine and set off for wherever she planned to take me.

Now during that short journey, I realised that all sorts of conflicting emotions were running around my body. Strongest of these, quite naturally, was utter fear. I’d been captured after all, I was no longer in any condition of liberty, securely hogtied in the boot of my captor’s car, blindfolded and gagged as well. Having no idea whatsoever where said captor was driving me too. But it wasn’t the only emotion that had hold of me at that point in time.

Curiosity was something that held me within its grip. OK, so I hadn’t seen that squad of troops, but I had heard them clearly and was fully aware of their presence. Why had she, quite deliberately I was sure of that, avoided them? If she was who I believed she was, that wouldn’t have necessary surely? What was she afraid of? So, if she wasn’t a Policewoman or enemy soldier of any sort, just who was she? I’m sure you can understand why that question was floating around inside of my head.

But there was a third emotion present, one that did surprise me, very much so. For as I laid there, helpless and bound in her car, I became aware of the fact that I had NEVER been so turned on before, in my entire life. My pussy was soaking wet!

Oh yes, my captor didn’t just frighten me, she also greatly intrigued me. Although I hadn’t seen her yet, I just sensed that she was extremely sexy and good looking, as it turned out I’d guessed completely correctly as I would discover later. An impression quite reinforced by her sexy and very husky voice, one which did seem quite familiar to me, although in my confused state I couldn’t place it at all. Like me she was also dressed in leather, by feel that is something I had been able to determine. I began to picture her in my mind as we headed to where she wanted to take me to. To, as I say, become completely turned-on by just what my fervent imagination conjured up.

I sensed that we’d arrived as the car stopped, with her getting out, leaving the engine running, however. So that she could, and did, open a garage door, sliding back into to the vehicle in order to drive inside. Now she killed the motor, shutting the door of the building, before opening the boot, exposing me to fresh air once again.

My captor now undid two of cuff sets that held me in that hogtie. The one linking my arm bind to my leg one, and the cuffs binding my ankles, leaving her bondage of my wrists very much still in place. And the blindfold and gag, as she assisted me to leave the luggage compartment of her vehicle. “We’re home Sweetheart.” She gently whispered in my ear. So it seemed, yes, so it seemed!

My mystery ‘Mistress,’ for I guess that is precisely what she had become, now refitted her lead to my collar once more, and led me out of the garage into the house itself, totally out of view of anybody from the outside world.

Leading me up a set of stairs, and into, what I correctly guessed was a bedroom, confirmed by arranging for me to be sitting on the edge of just an example of the item of furniture that these rooms are named after. Which felt so soft, luxurious and comfortable. Not that I’d be aware of that fact for long. For my captor now removed her ball gag from my mouth, but not for my benefit, oh no! Suddenly I felt, the blindfold was very much still in place, a cloth being placed over both my nose and mouth. A cloth soaked in chloroform, which soon produced the desired result, well for her anyway, as I sunk deeply into a state of unconsciousness.

I’d been sitting on this bed when I’d passed out, well I was still on it when I ‘came to’ at last, after around thirty minutes. But now I was lying upon it, having been stripped of all my clothing except my satin suspender belt and very sheer nylon stockings. I could also see again, yes, the blindfold was still fitted to my head, but in a manner where it had been lifted and no longer covered my eyes. However, its remaining presence did suggest that at some stage I would be denied the use of my sight again. Oh, and the ball gag was back in position within my mouth, meaning I couldn’t cry out or make much sound, if any, at all.

But in a way these were mere details. For I could fully observe that each of the four solid bed posts of her bed had a leather cuff fitted. They too looked strong and fully secure, a small padlock holding their buckles inescapably shut. Naturally, each also had a small length of chain attached to an identical leather cuff at the other end. And each one of the four of these second cuffs was wrapped around either one of my wrists or ankles, again having been buckled shut, a small padlock had been employed to ensure that they stayed that way. Meaning that I had been fastened, in a spread-eagled fashion, to this bed and I would be leaving it, until somebody else other than myself, presumably my female captor decided otherwise, although there was no sign of her at all, as I recovered my senses.

I noticed a ‘baby alert’ type of device on a bedside table, and despite being gagged my attempts at sound must have been loud enough to transmit the fact that I was awake again, to wherever she was. For less than a minute later, I heard the sound of a padlock being undone, and then a bolt being slid across on the other side of the room’s door. Then I heard the sound of a key being inserted, blimey she wasn’t taking ANY chances here, was she? Soon the door was unlocked, my captor stepping through, and I received my first sight of the woman within whose hands I was clearly held.

Again, like her voice, I was certain that I’d seen both her, and the delicious leather suit complete with short skirt that she was adorned in, before, although couldn’t place her at all. But one thing was beyond any doubt. Both the lady herself and the suit she wore were both absolutely gorgeous, she was stunningly beautiful and sexy, with her leather attire of the highest level possible in respect of style and quality. Now it became abundantly clear just why I’d been aroused so much on the journey to my inescapable confinement to this bed.

She sat herself down on the side of the bed, and her luscious bright hazel eyes gazed into mine. “Now then,” she began, “doubtless there are many questions within that head of yours? But I would suspect that the two most important of those are, who am I, and why have I taken you as my prisoner? Nod if I’m correct.” Referring, I guess, to the fact that I was still firmly gagged.

Well, she’d got that right. And so she began to answer both of them. “So, who am I then? Well, this might surprise you, but I’m actually on your side, you’re in a ‘safe house’ belonging to the ‘foreign affairs’ department of our Government. No doubt, when I first captured you, I’m sure that you believed that I was an enemy, a member of their Police or Military I suspect.” Again, I nodded, yes, I had thought that.

“So, it must be quite a relief for you to discover that I’m not then. We’d noticed that you seem to have attracted some unwanted attention, however, to both of those organisations that you believed that I might have been part of. In fact, that squad of enemy soldiers you heard, and we only just evaded had been dispatched to arrest you, something I prevented. You’ve done some utterly superb work for us, something that is fully respected and appreciated. But you’ve been here for possibly too long. My mission was to collect you, and bring you here where you are safe, until a secure and risk free way can be devised to extract you back to our mother country.”

She smiled, a rather suggestive and dirty smile. “Now, you’re probably asking yourself, that if all of what I’ve just said is true, then why did it have to be done the way it was, and why are you now chained to this bed, yes?” Again, I nodded in the affirmative, I was curious as to just how she’d explain the aforementioned. “As for your ‘arrest’ I wanted it to look as realistic as possible. If, for instance, we’d failed, or more specifically I had failed, to avoid that snatch squad, what they would have seen is yourself under my clear arrest. I might well have been able to bluff my way out, although I suspect even if their commander had believed me, he would have insisted on taking you into his custody. Hence why I was so keen to avoid them, thankfully with success.” To be honest I did believe her, everything she’d said so far was utterly plausible.

“But as to the question as to just why you find yourself as the undoubted prisoner of this bed, well the reason for that is far baser, and easier to understand. Let’s put it as simply as I can, I fancy you like mad, and I want to shag you absolutely senseless. Yes, nothing more than that! And no, Darling, I’m not giving you any choice in the matter!” To be completely honest, I’m not sure that I wanted her to, my God, was my pussy wet after that last disclosure, or what? My whole body just tingled with sexual anticipation, you’re bloody right, I DID want her to shag me. Hopefully good and hard, and above all, in a totally RAW manner!

Her first move now was to undo the gag and remove it from my mouth. So, she could then perform her first actual sexual action of the day, to subject me to a damn good snog! Her lips seemed so alive, so on fire as they danced with my own, but always to her tune.

Next, she rose, to proceed to a chest of drawers, one of which she slid open. One of her hands entered said drawer and emerged with a rather large ‘strap-on,’ clearly that she intended to use upon me. “Well then Darling, it’s best I get out of this leather gear, if I want to shag you, which, believe me, I certainly AM going to do!”

Firstly, she removed the lovely jacket, twilling it nonchalantly around, only to toss it onto a chair. Then she undid the belt fastening of her leather skirt, shaking it as it dropped down her legs, in such a manner that any professional stripper would have been completely proud of.

Next came her beautiful satin blouse, which when removed revealed the fact that she now wore a gorgeous black satin basque, including suspenders that held up her very sheer nylon stockings. Once she’d also dropped and removed her satin panties, that was now all she was adorned in. And if she looked utterly gorgeous and sexy beforehand, fully clothed, she appeared even more desirable now, as I’m sure that you can all imagine. I just knew that I was facing a ‘full-on’ sex session now, exactly what I had hoped for!

However, my partner didn’t fit that strap-on to her own form just yet. Instead, she simply straddled my mouth with her pussy, her nylon coated legs either side of my head. “I should imagine that you’re fully aware of just what I’d like you to do now!” I was and set to my task with pleasure. And success! As her cries of pure ecstasy soon filled the room.

“WOW! THAT was a good start, but you haven’t had the pleasure of a climax yet. And, I do mean this, I want you to enjoy what I’m going to do to you, so I intend to address this imbalance right now!”

My captor laid her own body on top of my own, bound, form and it was now that she began to insert her artificial cock into my soaking wet pussy. Utterly delicious! She held it there, fully immersed for some time, before very slowly beginning to cycle it in and out, gradually accelerating the speed of her movement.

Then suddenly my eyes opened, my sleep and fantastic dream completely disappeared. Oh, I was lying on my bed alright, actually laying in a spread-eagled form, just as I had been within said dream, but I was not bound to the bed posts in any way, there were no leather cuffs in the room. I wasn’t even wearing stockings, just a lacy negligee.

It had been the front door to the apartment opening and then shutting that had awoken me, and then the door to the bedroom itself opened, and in walked my Austrian girlfriend, Liesel. Now I knew just where the inspiration for the woman of that dream had come from, of course both her shape and her leather apparel were now standing right in front of me, at the foot of our bed, that we share together. And occasionally just sleep within!

“Hello Sweetheart. Now just why were you asleep in that position, spread-eagled?”

“Because I was in the middle of a superb dream, where you, in the form of a special agent, had chained me to the outer bed posts and was about to give me a damn good shagging!”

“I see! Why, do you often dream of being under my control then? Is that a hint that you’d like me to take you and, how did you put it, chain you to the bed, whilst I ravish you? If so, well I’m sure it could be arranged! Right now, in fact, although,” Liesel went to a pair of satin dressing gowns that we owned, and removed the belts from them, “I can’t chain you to the bed, I guess that I used some sort of cuffs in your dream, but I can TIE you to it!”

“Oh, Liesel please, YES! I’d love that!”

“Right then, out of that bed for you then. Off to the bathroom, and do the necessary there, because once I have you at my mercy and tied to our bed, you won’t be leaving it at all for quite some time. We don’t want any ‘calls of nature’ disturbing our fun now, do we? Oh, and leave that negligee there, I want you completely naked when you return here, although I might decide to dress you in something. In particular your legs! Off you go, then!”

Having followed Liesel’s instructions I returned, naked, to the bedroom, to see those dressing gown belts lying right next to the posts of the solid upper bed frame. And a set of my nylon stockings together with a satin suspender belt at the other end of the bed. Together with two pairs of tights, and I realised that Liesel clearly intended to utilise those to secure my legs to the little wheels in the corners at that end of our bed. No fool then, my girlfriend!

“Good you’re back, and as instructed, absolutely naked. Onto the bed then, lie centrally and if you could please adopt the same position that you were in when I came into this room, that would be nice!” Naturally I obeyed, for Liesel, still fully dressed in leather by the way, to immediately rush to where my left hand and arm were lying. Right near to the corresponding bed post! Make no mistake it wasn’t long before said arm found itself, very securely attached to said post. Liesel making the bondage even more secure by tying my hand to the bed post too. There was no escape, although Liesel’s bondage wasn’t too tight or dangerous at all.

Especially as she soon transferred her attentions to the other side of the bed, shortly afterwards I had been fully captured as Liesel tied my right arm in the same secure manner to the opposite bed post. I was now hers, something the delicious smile on her face told me that she was completely aware off.

Obviously though, her plans for me were far from finished. Acting silently without talking at all, Liesel now fitted the suspender belt, then covered both of my feet and ankles in sheer nylon, before she stopped. In order to finish my descent into her bondage, now, as I had correctly guessed, using my pairs of tights to hold my legs to those wheels fitted to the bottom corners of the bed. I wasn’t going anywhere now, not until Liesel allowed me to. Which I suspected would not occur until quite some time.

But now Liesel needed to lose her own clothing. Just as in that dream of mine, she made a real show of doing so, until she was just in the basque of said dream, complete with some more sheer nylon stockings. The girl of my dream was now very much a reality.

Having captured me, Liesel’s voice now returned. “Well then Sweetheart, I seem to have you completely under my command, do I not? My God am I going to now shag you, backwards, forwards and any other direction that you can think of! But tell me, in your dream did I allow you to keep your power of sight?” During this time, she gradually moved the nylon stockings up my legs, until stocking met suspender and Liesel fastened the clasps.

“Yes, Liesel Darling, you did. If not necessarily all of the time.”

“I see. So, a blindfold is needed to be added to my shopping list as well as some leather cuffs it appears. But for now, I have a black silk scarf that I’m sure will do the job perfectly well.” She wasn’t wrong, once she’d fetched and fitted her scarf around my head and over my eyes, I could see absolutely nothing.

And so it began. Liesel sat down on the bed beside me, and she started with my tits, grabbing the nipples with her hands, not too gently either, and commenced playing with them, keeping this up for some time, before her lips found mine and attacked them. Lying her own body on top of my own, she now carefully guided the tip of her strap-on into my aching pussy.

Having fully inserted it, just as in my dream she rested for a small period, before beginning the cycle of sex, in and out, in and out, with my captor continuing her assault upon my lips at the same time. It was now, of course, where the dream ended and reality came crashed down before, but this time Liesel was very much real, and there’d be NO escape for me from just what she intended. Not that I was looking for a way out, of course!

Because it was absolutely clear that Liesel was not going to stop under any circumstances until she’d achieved just what she, and myself naturally enough, was looking for, a climax! And, boy, did she succeed or what? Later on she did freely admit to me, it wasn’t just MY dream that was turning into a reality here, she often desired just what was happening here too, she very much desired taking my into her sexual custody, having my body utterly helpless in a captured form, with me being completely at her mercy. So, she too was turned on, as much if not even more that I was myself!

For just at the point when my pussy felt that it was on fire, my clitoris was alive in a way that it had probably never been before, and ecstasy utterly took full hold of me, Liesel’s back arched, she virtually froze and an almost primeval scream of pure sexual pleasure filled the room, actually drowning out my own vocal emissions by a fair margin.

When we both finally managed to calm down from that most intense orgasm, Liesel made it crystal clear that she had far from finished, and of course, I was in no position to dictate otherwise. With neither of us being male, there was no annoying wait for a penis to became hard again, so we could start again right away, a situation Liesel took full advantage of.

Once more she shagged me, good and hard, delivering the same utterly delicious result, again almost simultaneously! What a girl she is? In fact she kept me securely tied to our bed for well over an hour, with the pair of us enjoying orgasm after orgasm, before her strength eventually began to run out, being completely spent ensuring that she was forced to bring these tremendous proceedings to a, very reluctant, halt.

“Now then Sweetheart, it rather appears that you are in exactly the situation of that dream of yours, captured and secured to the bed by me. Proving beyond doubt that,” pausing to kiss me in a very passionate fashion, before continuing,

Excellent story.

roguehorseman wrote: 10 months ago Excellent story.

Thank you very much for these kind words, sir.

I LOVED IT!

Switcher1313 wrote: 10 months ago I LOVED IT!

Me too! A very pleasant read. Do carry on @LunaDog !

Thank you both for your much appreciated support. Got to admit i wont be writing or posting any story for a while. You see, it was the British Moto Grand Prix last weekend at Silverstone, and i'm busy sorting all the photos that i took there! Especially the ones from Sunday, when the bikes were in retro colours, to celebrate 75 years since the World Championship for Grand Prix Motorcycles started 49 years ago.