Stories of Tie Up Games

Part 1:
Emma stood in front of her ring light, adjusting the brightness until the soft, flattering glow highlighted her features perfectly. Her sleek, modern apartment served as the backdrop, with its minimalist décor and strategically placed plants adding a touch of warmth and style. The camera on her phone was already set up on a tripod, capturing the scene with professional precision.

She glanced at her reflection in the large mirror propped against the wall, ensuring every detail was immaculate. Her makeup was flawless, with perfectly blended eyeshadow and a bold, confident red lipstick that popped on camera. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders in effortless perfection. She wore a chic, on-trend outfit—a fitted blazer paired with high-waisted black leather leggings—that struck the right balance between polished and relatable.

Emma took a deep breath, calming her nerves and centering her focus. She knew that connecting with her audience required more than just looking good; it required authenticity and energy. She picked up her phone and scrolled through her notes, reviewing the key points she wanted to cover in today’s video: the latest beauty products, a sneak peek of her morning routine, and a few personal anecdotes to keep things real.

Satisfied with her prep, Emma hit record and flashed a bright, welcoming smile at the camera. “Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my channel,” she began, her voice smooth and engaging. She seamlessly transitioned into her content, her gestures natural and her enthusiasm palpable. As she spoke, she made sure to maintain eye contact with the camera, creating a sense of intimacy and connection with her viewers.

Throughout the shoot, she adjusted her position and angle to keep the visuals dynamic, occasionally pausing to review the footage and ensure everything was coming together as planned. Behind the scenes, her laptop displayed a live feed of the recording, allowing her to make real-time adjustments to lighting and framing.

After several takes and a few spontaneous moments of laughter and candidness, Emma finally wrapped up the recording. She ended with her signature sign-off, “Thanks for watching, loves! Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe. See you in the next video!” With a final wave and a wink at the camera, she stopped the recording, a sense of accomplishment washing over her.

Just as Emma was about to dive into editing her latest video, a knock on the door echoed through the apartment. She sighed, a bit annoyed at the interruption, but got up to answer it. Swinging the door open, she was surprised to see her roommate’s boyfriend, Drew, standing there with a curious expression.

“Hey, Emma,” Drew greeted her with a friendly smile. “Is Brea home?”

Emma shook her head. “No, she went out for some errands. She should be back later. Everything okay?”

Drew nodded, glancing past her into the apartment where the ring light and tripod were still set up. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I was just wondering about your filming setup. Brea mentioned you’re really into making videos, and I wanted to see it for myself.”

Emma stepped aside, motioning for him to come in. “Sure, come on in. I just finished recording a new video.”

Drew walked into the living room, his eyes taking in the equipment and the meticulous setup. “This is impressive,” he remarked, his tone genuinely admiring. “How long does it take you to get all this ready?”

Emma smiled, appreciating his interest. “Thanks! It can take a while, especially to get the lighting just right. But once everything’s set up, it’s pretty straightforward. Today I was filming a beauty routine video.”

Drew nodded, clearly intrigued. “I’ve always wondered how much work goes into making those videos. Brea showed me a few of yours, and they look really professional.”

Emma felt a flush of pride. “Thank you! It’s a lot of work, but I love doing it. Editing is where most of the magic happens, though. That’s where I can really add my personal touch and make everything flow together.”

Drew looked around the room, his curiosity still piqued. “Do you mind if I watch you edit for a bit? I’d love to see the process.”

Emma hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, why not? I was just about to start editing. Grab a seat and I’ll show you how it’s done.”

They moved over to her desk, where Emma pulled up her editing software and began explaining the different steps, from cutting clips to adding effects and transitions. Drew listened attentively, asking questions and genuinely engaging with the process. As they chatted, Emma found herself enjoying the unexpected company and the chance to share her passion with someone new.

Emma quickly transferred the footage to her laptop, eager to start the editing process. She knew that the real magic happened in post-production, where she would add her unique touch—perfect cuts, engaging overlays, and her signature background music. As she sat down to edit, she felt a rush of excitement, knowing that soon, her latest creation would be shared with the world, ready to inspire and entertain her growing audience.

As Emma demonstrated her editing process, Drew leaned closer, fascinated by the transformation of raw footage into a polished video. After a while, he chuckled and leaned back in his chair.

“You know," Drew said with a playful glint in his eye, "this looks like a lot of fun. Do you think I could be in one of your videos sometime?"

Emma raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really? What kind of video are you thinking?"

Drew grinned, an idea clearly forming in his mind. "What if we did a challenge video where you put duct tape over my mouth, and the viewers have to guess what I'm trying to say? It could be hilarious."

Emma laughed, the idea already sparking her creativity. "That sounds like a lot of fun! I can see it now: 'Guess the Muffled Words Challenge.' Or ‘The Gag Challenge.’ Are you sure you're up for it?"

Drew nodded eagerly. "Absolutely. I think it would be great to mix things up a bit and give your viewers something new."

Emma smiled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "Alright, you're on. Let’s do it. I think my viewers will love it."

Drew’s grin widened. "Great! When do you want to film it?"

Emma glanced at her setup, already envisioning the new video. "How about now? We can set everything up after you help me wrap up editing this last video, and I'll have time to edit it for next week's upload."

Drew agreed, his excitement palpable. "Sounds perfect. I can't wait to see how it turns out."

Emma chuckled, feeling a renewed energy for her content. "This is going to be so much fun. Thanks for the idea, Drew. I think my subscribers are going to love it."

They spent a few more minutes discussing the details, brainstorming different phrases for Drew to try to say with his mouth taped shut. The anticipation for the new video added an extra layer of excitement to Emma’s usual routine, and she couldn't wait to bring the quirky, playful idea to life.


Part 2:

Emma was back in front of her ring light, the camera rolling as she greeted her viewers with her trademark enthusiasm. The room was brightly lit, showcasing her well-organized filming setup. Drew stood off to the side, a mixture of excitement and nerves evident on his face.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my channel,” Emma began, flashing a bright smile at the camera. “Today, I have a super fun and different video for you. I’m here with Drew, my roommate’s boyfriend, and we’re going to do the ‘Guess the Muffled Words Challenge’!”

She gestured for Drew to step into the frame, and he did so, waving awkwardly at the camera. “Say hi, Drew!”

“Hey, everyone,” Drew said, giving a small wave. “I’m excited to be here and see how this goes.”

Emma picked up a roll of silver duct tape from the table, holding it up for the camera to see. “Alright, here’s how it’s going to work. I’m going to tape Drew’s mouth shut, and he’s going to try to say different phrases. Your job is to guess what he’s saying in the comments below!”

She stretched a wide strip off the roll and tore off a long piece of tape, her movements exaggerated for the camera. “Ready, Drew?” she asked, a playful glint in her eye.

Drew nodded, opening his mouth slightly as she tightly stretched out the strip of tape in front of him and carefully placed it over his lips, pressing it down firmly and smoothing it down securely. His eyes crinkled with a smile behind the tape, adding to the comedic effect.

“Okay, let’s get started!” Emma said, picking up a small whiteboard with the first phrase written on it. She turned to Drew, showing him the board. “Alright, try saying this: ‘I love pizza with extra cheese.’”

Drew took a deep breath and began to mumble through the tape, his words coming out garbled and indistinct. “Mmmm lmmv pffzz mmth xtr chzzz.”

Emma burst out laughing, holding her stomach as she leaned over. “Oh my gosh, that was great! Can you guys guess what he said? Write your guesses in the comments!”

She wiped a tear from her eye, still giggling, and showed Drew the next phrase: “Unicorns are the best animals.”

Drew nodded, his eyes narrowing with concentration. “Nmmmcrns r thmm bstt nmls,” he mumbled through the tape, his muffled sounds even more hilarious than before.

Emma clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out. “This is too good! Alright, one more. Let’s see if you can get this one: ‘Emma’s videos are awesome.’”

Drew took a deep breath, his eyebrows wiggling in mock seriousness as he attempted the phrase. “Mmm’s vddmm’s rr wssmm.”

Emma doubled over with laughter, nearly falling out of her chair. “That was amazing! You did great, Drew.”

She turned back to the camera, wiping away a tear of laughter. “Alright, everyone, that’s it for today’s challenge. Make sure to comment your guesses below and let us know if you want to see more videos like this. Thanks so much for watching, and don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe. See you next time!”

With a final wave, she reached over to stop the recording, the room still filled with their laughter. She gently pinched the corner of the tape plastered over Drew’s mouth and slowly peeled it away from his lips, both of them still giggling.

“That was awesome,” Drew said, rubbing his cheeks. “Thanks for letting me be a part of it.”

Emma smiled, feeling a warm sense of accomplishment. “Thanks for being such a good sport, Drew. I think this is going to be a hit.”
Drew grinned, still rubbing his cheeks where the tape had been. “No problem. It was a blast.” He glanced down at the roll of duct tape on the table, a mischievous glint suddenly sparking in his eyes.

Before Emma could react, Drew snatched up the tape. “Hey, Emma,” he said, trying to keep a straight face, “I think it’s only fair that you get a turn too.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise and amusement. “Wait, what—”
But before she could finish her sentence, Drew had already stretched out a long strip and torn off a piece of tape from the roll. Moving quickly, he gently but firmly pressed it over her lips, smoothing it down just as she had done to him earlier.

Emma’s initial shock melted into laughter, muffled behind the tape. She wiggled in her chair, playfully rolling her eyes at Drew. Her hands flew up in mock surrender, her eyes crinkling with humor above the silencing tape.

Drew laughed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “There, now we’re even. How does it feel, Emma?” he teased, knowing she couldn’t answer.

Emma playfully glared at him, “Mmm… Mmppphh…” her muffled sounds barely audible.

Emma paused, her eyes twinkling with a sudden idea. Instead of removing the tape, she playfully kept it over her mouth and reached for the roll of duct tape once more. Drew raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as he watched her tear off another piece.

With a mischievous grin behind the tape, Emma stepped closer to Drew. He chuckled, understanding her intent, and parted his lips slightly. She carefully pressed the new piece of tape over his mouth, smoothing it down just as she had done before.

Their eyes met, both of them laughing silently through their makeshift gags. The room was filled with the warm, silent laughter shared between them. Emma’s hands moved to Drew’s shoulders as she leaned in, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into a close embrace.

In that moment, their playful teasing gave way to a deeper connection. They held each other tightly, feeling the shared warmth and unspoken understanding. The tape over their mouths seemed to heighten their senses, making every touch and glance more significant.

Emma rested her head against Drew’s chest, her laughter fading into a contented sigh. Drew’s grip on her tightened slightly, his own amusement replaced by a comforting presence. They stood like that for a while, finding solace in each other’s company, the playful gag a symbol of their shared adventure and growing bond.

“Mmm… Mmmpphhh..” Emma moaned softly into the tape pressed firmly over lips, muffling her sighs. Her and Drew sat in the quiet room, their playful laughter muffled by the duct tape still covering their mouths. They embraced tightly, their silent giggles turning into a warm, comforting hug. Emma’s head rested against Drew’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. Their eyes met, communicating a shared sense of fun and connection.

Just as they were enjoying the quiet moment, the sound of keys jingling in the front door echoed through the apartment. Emma and Drew’s eyes widened in surprise, and they quickly turned toward the sound, still holding onto each other. The door swung open, and Brea stepped in, a grocery bag in her hand. She froze, her eyes narrowing as she took in the scene before her.

Brea was a striking young woman, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a depth of mystery. Her long, flowing jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face with delicate features—a slender nose, high cheekbones, and soft lips that often curved into a confident smile. She carried herself with an air of elegance, her posture straight and graceful, making her presence known in any room she entered.

Brea’s outfit was effortlessly chic, featuring a pair of sleek burgundy leather pants that hugged her legs and accentuated her slender figure. She paired them with a flowing ivory blouse, tucked in neatly at the waist, creating a balanced silhouette. Over the blouse, she wore a fitted black blazer with rolled-up sleeves, adding a touch of tailored sophistication to the ensemble. Completing her look were black ankle boots with a subtle heel, and minimalistic gold jewelry that added a hint of elegance without overwhelming the outfit.

“What the hell is going on here?” Brea demanded, her voice rising with anger.

Emma and Drew quickly separated, their hands flying up to peel the tape from their mouths. Emma was the first to speak, her voice hurried and apologetic. “Brea, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Not what it looks like?” Brea interrupted, her face flushed with fury. “It looks like you two were having some weird fun while I wasn’t here!”

Drew stepped forward, trying to calm her down. “Brea, we were just filming a challenge video for Emma’s channel. It was all in good fun.”

Brea’s eyes flicked between the two of them, her anger not yet dissipated. “You thought it would be fun to tape each other’s mouths shut and… what? Cuddle?”

Emma shook her head vigorously. “It was just a joke, Brea. We were wrapping up the video and got a little carried away. I’m sorry you walked in at such a weird moment.”

Brea sighed, her anger slowly giving way to frustration. She set the grocery bag down on the kitchen counter with a thud. “I don’t care what kind of videos you make, but I don’t want to come home to find my boyfriend and my roommate like this. It’s… weird and uncomfortable.”

Drew stepped closer to Brea, reaching out to touch her arm. “I’m really sorry, Brea. We didn’t mean to upset you.”

Brea looked at Drew, her expression softening slightly but still stern. “Just… don’t let it happen again, okay? I need some time to cool off.”

Emma nodded, feeling a wave of guilt. “It won’t happen again. Promise.”

With a final look at both of them, Brea turned and walked to her room, leaving Emma and Drew standing awkwardly in the living room. They exchanged a glance, both feeling the weight of the situation.

“Well,” Emma said softly, “that was… intense.”

Drew sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Let’s make sure we don’t give her any more surprises like that.”

Emma nodded in agreement, silently hoping they could all move past the awkward incident and get back to normal. “I should go see if she’s ok,” she muttered as she walked over to Brea’s door, giving it a few light taps before pushing it open to enter, and closing it behind her.

To be continued….

Part 3:
Drew was sitting in the living room, still feeling the tension from the earlier incident, when a sudden, loud bang echoed through the apartment. His head snapped up, eyes widening with concern. The sound had come from Brea’s room. Without thinking, he rushed to her door, knocking lightly at first, then harder when there was no response.

“Brea? Are you okay?” he called out, but there was only silence.

Taking a deep breath, Drew turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping inside. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Emma lying on the bed, tied up and gagged.

“Mmmph! Mmmpphh!” was all she could manage with the wadded up dirty sock stuffed into her mouth, kept in place by a neatly folded red bandana that was pulled under her nose and over her chin, tightly tied around her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

“Emma!” Drew exclaimed, rushing to her side. He started to untie her, his hands working quickly but clumsily in his panic.

“Mmmppph!” Her eyes widened in a panic, her warning muffled by the gag in her mouth.

Before he could make any significant progress, a sharp pain exploded at the back of his head. Drew stumbled forward, his vision blurring as he tried to stay conscious. He turned slightly, catching a glimpse of Brea standing behind him, a heavy book in her hand and a menacing expression on her face.

“Brea, what are you—” he managed to say before everything went black.



Emma and Drew were tied securely to chairs in the center of the living room, their wrists bound behind their backs and their ankles tied to the chair legs. Their mouths were once again covered with duct tape, muffling any protests they might have made. The atmosphere was tense, a stark contrast to the playful mood from before. Brea stood in front of them, a triumphant, vengeful glint in her eyes as she set up Emma’s camera and adjusted the ring light.

Emma tugged at the ropes, stripped down to a matching pink bralette and high leg scoop thong panty with a pattern of small red cherries printed on the soft satin fabric. The bralette cradled her symmetrical breasts while the thong panty hugged her curvaceous hips. Drew had been stripped down to a pair of black cotton briefs that cradled the bulge in between his legs.

Brea towered over them, her arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her face. “You two just can’t seem to stay out of trouble, can you?” she said, her tone cold and mocking.

“Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” Drew struggled against his bindings, his muffled protests joining Emma’s, but it was no use. Brea had tied them both securely, ensuring they couldn’t escape easily.

“Let’s see how your viewers like this,” Brea muttered to herself, a smug smile creeping onto her face. She hit the record button and stepped back, making sure both Emma and Drew were clearly in the frame.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my channel,” Brea began, her voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking of Emma. “Welcome to a very special edition ‘Livestream’ of Emma’s channel. Today, we have Emma and Drew here in a bit of a predicament.”

Emma and Drew exchanged worried glances, their muffled voices barely audible beneath the tape. They struggled slightly against their bindings, but Brea had done her job well—they were securely fastened.

“You see,” Brea continued, addressing the camera with a mocking tone, “these two thought it would be funny to play some little games while I was out. But I thought it would be even funnier to turn the tables on them.”

She walked over to Emma, leaning down to speak directly to her, though her eyes never left the camera. “How does it feel, Emma? Being the star of your own little revenge show?”

“Mmmpph!” Emma grunted, her protests muffled by the gag on her mouth.

Brea chuckled softly, enjoying her predicament. “What’s that?” she asked mockingly, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “I can’t quite understand you with the gag in your mouth.”

“Mmmpphh! Mmpphh!”

Emma’s eyes pleaded with Brea, but her words were lost behind the tape. Brea straightened up and moved over to Drew, giving him the same taunting treatment. “And Drew, how are you holding up? Enjoying your time in the spotlight?”

“Mmm.. Mmpphh!” Drew’s muffled grunts were his only response, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and helplessness.

“I warned you,” Brea continued, stepping closer to Drew. “But you didn’t listen. Now, you’re both going to learn what happens when you cross me.”

She reached down and patted Drew’s cheek condescendingly, then turned her attention back to Emma. “Don’t worry, Emma. I won’t hurt him. Much. This is just to make sure you understand who’s really in control here.”

Drew’s eyes followed Brea as she moved around the room, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and how to get them both out of this situation. Emma’s eyes were filled with silent communication, urging him to stay calm and think clearly.

Brea laughed, turning back to the camera. The number of viewers had ticked up past 100. “Don’t worry, everyone. They’re not in any real danger. Just a little lesson in humility.”

She paused, her smile widening. “I want you all to guess what they might be saying right now. Go ahead, leave your comments below. Maybe they’ll see them when this is all over.”

“Mmmppph! Mmmpphh!” Emma and Drew let out a chorus of muffled pleas and protested, continuing to struggle, their eyes darting between Brea and the camera, their silent pleas growing more desperate. Brea ignored them, reveling in her moment of control.

Brea paced around the room, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. She stopped in front of Emma, and leaned down to look directly into her eyes. Emma’s muffled protests were met with a condescending smile.

“Look at you, Emma,” Brea said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “All tied up and unable to talk. You must hate this, don’t you?”

“ Mmm…Mmmpphh..” Emma, glared at her with defiance. Brea chuckled, turning her attention back to the camera. “I know you all love hearing Emma’s bubbly voice, but right now, she can’t say a word. Isn’t that just tragic?”

Brea moved closer to Emma, her fingers gently tapping the duct tape over Emma’s mouth. “I have an idea,” she said, her voice taking on a playful tone. “Why don’t we make this a little more interactive? If you think I should remove Emma’s gag and let her talk, hit that like button. Let’s see how many of you want to hear what she has to say.”

She stepped back, giving the camera a moment to capture Emma’s muffled protests and desperate eyes. The number of viewers had surpassed 500. “Go on, hit that like button,” Brea continued, her tone turning taunting. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let poor Emma speak.”

Emma’s eyes pleaded with the camera, hoping for any sign of mercy, while Drew struggled in his chair, his own muffled grunts echoing through the room. Brea, enjoying her moment of power, watched them both with a satisfied smile, reveling in their helplessness and the control she held over them.

“Well, imagine that,” said Brea, her tone condescending. “No likes… Looks like all of your loyal fans just love to see you bound and gagged.” She laughed devilishly.

Brea perched herself on Emma’s lap, her weight a reminder of Emma’s helplessness. Brea’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Emma’s cheeks, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Oh, Emma,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “how does it feel to be so… powerless?” Emma’s eyes blazed with fury, muffled protests escaping the gag on her mouth. Brea laughed softly, the sound echoing through the room. “Don’t bother trying to speak, darling. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Brea sauntered over to Drew, her footsteps echoing ominously in the silent room. She crouched down, bringing her face level with his. Drew’s eyes followed her every movement, his expression a mix of anger and frustration. Brea’s lips curved into a sly smile as she gently ran a finger along his jawline. "Oh, Drew," she whispered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, "it's such a shame you can't say anything. I wonder what clever retorts you have locked up in that head of yours." She laughed softly, her breath warm against his cheek. "But don't worry, I can imagine them for you."

Brea adjusted the camera, ensuring it captured Emma and Drew bound and gagged, their expressions a mix of helplessness and fury. There were now more than 1,000 viewers live streaming. She straightened up, a satisfied smile on her face, and began the live stream. “Hello again, everyone!” she greeted Emma’s followers with a saccharine sweetness. “As you can see, Emma and Drew are a bit tied up.” She gestured to the two captives, then leaned closer to the camera. “Now, I have a little game for you all. If you want me to untie them, click the like button. The more likes we get, the sooner they’ll be free. So, what do you say? Let’s make this interesting!” Brea’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched the reactions pour in.

As the likes poured in, it became clear that Emma’s followers were more entertained by their captivity. Brea’s grin widened as she watched the vote count rise. Then, a comment caught her eye, standing out amidst the flurry of messages: “Tie them together! ”

Brea’s eyes gleamed with a newfound excitement. “Oh, now that’s an idea,” she mused aloud, her voice carrying a hint of malice. She turned back to Emma and Drew, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “It looks like your fans have spoken. They want you tied up… together.” She moved to grab another rope, her movements quick and eager, ready to enact the viewers’ latest demand.


To be continued….

Cool story. I want to star in Brea's production.

Reidy wrote: 9 months ago Cool story. I want to star in Brea's production.

Oh don’t we all!
I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the story!

Boundngagged75 wrote: 9 months ago Part 3:
Drew was sitting in the living room, still feeling the tension from the earlier incident, when a sudden, loud bang echoed through the apartment. His head snapped up, eyes widening with concern. The sound had come from Brea’s room. Without thinking, he rushed to her door, knocking lightly at first, then harder when there was no response.

“Brea? Are you okay?” he called out, but there was only silence.

Taking a deep breath, Drew turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping inside. His eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw Emma lying on the bed, tied up and gagged.

“Mmmph! Mmmpphh!” was all she could manage with the wadded up dirty sock stuffed into her mouth, kept in place by a neatly folded red bandana that was pulled under her nose and over her chin, tightly tied around her mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

“Emma!” Drew exclaimed, rushing to her side. He started to untie her, his hands working quickly but clumsily in his panic.

“Mmmppph!” Her eyes widened in a panic, her warning muffled by the gag in her mouth.

Before he could make any significant progress, a sharp pain exploded at the back of his head. Drew stumbled forward, his vision blurring as he tried to stay conscious. He turned slightly, catching a glimpse of Brea standing behind him, a heavy book in her hand and a menacing expression on her face.

“Brea, what are you—” he managed to say before everything went black.



Emma and Drew were tied securely to chairs in the center of the living room, their wrists bound behind their backs and their ankles tied to the chair legs. Their mouths were once again covered with duct tape, muffling any protests they might have made. The atmosphere was tense, a stark contrast to the playful mood from before. Brea stood in front of them, a triumphant, vengeful glint in her eyes as she set up Emma’s camera and adjusted the ring light.

Emma tugged at the ropes, stripped down to a matching pink bralette and high leg scoop thong panty with a pattern of small red cherries printed on the soft satin fabric. The bralette cradled her symmetrical breasts while the thong panty hugged her curvaceous hips. Drew had been stripped down to a pair of black cotton briefs that cradled the bulge in between his legs.

Brea towered over them, her arms crossed and a satisfied smirk on her face. “You two just can’t seem to stay out of trouble, can you?” she said, her tone cold and mocking.

“Mmmpph! Mmppphh!” Drew struggled against his bindings, his muffled protests joining Emma’s, but it was no use. Brea had tied them both securely, ensuring they couldn’t escape easily.

“Let’s see how your viewers like this,” Brea muttered to herself, a smug smile creeping onto her face. She hit the record button and stepped back, making sure both Emma and Drew were clearly in the frame.

“Hey, everyone! Welcome back to my channel,” Brea began, her voice dripping with sarcasm and mocking of Emma. “Welcome to a very special edition ‘Livestream’ of Emma’s channel. Today, we have Emma and Drew here in a bit of a predicament.”

Emma and Drew exchanged worried glances, their muffled voices barely audible beneath the tape. They struggled slightly against their bindings, but Brea had done her job well—they were securely fastened.

“You see,” Brea continued, addressing the camera with a mocking tone, “these two thought it would be funny to play some little games while I was out. But I thought it would be even funnier to turn the tables on them.”

She walked over to Emma, leaning down to speak directly to her, though her eyes never left the camera. “How does it feel, Emma? Being the star of your own little revenge show?”

“Mmmpph!” Emma grunted, her protests muffled by the gag on her mouth.

Brea chuckled softly, enjoying her predicament. “What’s that?” she asked mockingly, her tone dripping with faux innocence. “I can’t quite understand you with the gag in your mouth.”

“Mmmpphh! Mmpphh!”

Emma’s eyes pleaded with Brea, but her words were lost behind the tape. Brea straightened up and moved over to Drew, giving him the same taunting treatment. “And Drew, how are you holding up? Enjoying your time in the spotlight?”

“Mmm.. Mmpphh!” Drew’s muffled grunts were his only response, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and helplessness.

“I warned you,” Brea continued, stepping closer to Drew. “But you didn’t listen. Now, you’re both going to learn what happens when you cross me.”

She reached down and patted Drew’s cheek condescendingly, then turned her attention back to Emma. “Don’t worry, Emma. I won’t hurt him. Much. This is just to make sure you understand who’s really in control here.”

Drew’s eyes followed Brea as she moved around the room, his mind racing with thoughts of escape and how to get them both out of this situation. Emma’s eyes were filled with silent communication, urging him to stay calm and think clearly.

Brea laughed, turning back to the camera. The number of viewers had ticked up past 100. “Don’t worry, everyone. They’re not in any real danger. Just a little lesson in humility.”

She paused, her smile widening. “I want you all to guess what they might be saying right now. Go ahead, leave your comments below. Maybe they’ll see them when this is all over.”

“Mmmppph! Mmmpphh!” Emma and Drew let out a chorus of muffled pleas and protested, continuing to struggle, their eyes darting between Brea and the camera, their silent pleas growing more desperate. Brea ignored them, reveling in her moment of control.

Brea paced around the room, her eyes gleaming with a twisted sense of satisfaction. She stopped in front of Emma, and leaned down to look directly into her eyes. Emma’s muffled protests were met with a condescending smile.

“Look at you, Emma,” Brea said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “All tied up and unable to talk. You must hate this, don’t you?”

“ Mmm…Mmmpphh..” Emma, glared at her with defiance. Brea chuckled, turning her attention back to the camera. “I know you all love hearing Emma’s bubbly voice, but right now, she can’t say a word. Isn’t that just tragic?”

Brea moved closer to Emma, her fingers gently tapping the duct tape over Emma’s mouth. “I have an idea,” she said, her voice taking on a playful tone. “Why don’t we make this a little more interactive? If you think I should remove Emma’s gag and let her talk, hit that like button. Let’s see how many of you want to hear what she has to say.”

She stepped back, giving the camera a moment to capture Emma’s muffled protests and desperate eyes. The number of viewers had surpassed 500. “Go on, hit that like button,” Brea continued, her tone turning taunting. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let poor Emma speak.”

Emma’s eyes pleaded with the camera, hoping for any sign of mercy, while Drew struggled in his chair, his own muffled grunts echoing through the room. Brea, enjoying her moment of power, watched them both with a satisfied smile, reveling in their helplessness and the control she held over them.

“Well, imagine that,” said Brea, her tone condescending. “No likes… Looks like all of your loyal fans just love to see you bound and gagged.” She laughed devilishly.

Brea perched herself on Emma’s lap, her weight a reminder of Emma’s helplessness. Brea’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Emma’s cheeks, a mocking smile playing on her lips. “Oh, Emma,” she purred, her voice dripping with false sweetness, “how does it feel to be so… powerless?” Emma’s eyes blazed with fury, muffled protests escaping the gag on her mouth. Brea laughed softly, the sound echoing through the room. “Don’t bother trying to speak, darling. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Brea sauntered over to Drew, her footsteps echoing ominously in the silent room. She crouched down, bringing her face level with his. Drew’s eyes followed her every movement, his expression a mix of anger and frustration. Brea’s lips curved into a sly smile as she gently ran a finger along his jawline. "Oh, Drew," she whispered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, "it's such a shame you can't say anything. I wonder what clever retorts you have locked up in that head of yours." She laughed softly, her breath warm against his cheek. "But don't worry, I can imagine them for you."

Brea adjusted the camera, ensuring it captured Emma and Drew bound and gagged, their expressions a mix of helplessness and fury. There were now more than 1,000 viewers live streaming. She straightened up, a satisfied smile on her face, and began the live stream. “Hello again, everyone!” she greeted Emma’s followers with a saccharine sweetness. “As you can see, Emma and Drew are a bit tied up.” She gestured to the two captives, then leaned closer to the camera. “Now, I have a little game for you all. If you want me to untie them, click the like button. The more likes we get, the sooner they’ll be free. So, what do you say? Let’s make this interesting!” Brea’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched the reactions pour in.

As the likes poured in, it became clear that Emma’s followers were more entertained by their captivity. Brea’s grin widened as she watched the vote count rise. Then, a comment caught her eye, standing out amidst the flurry of messages: “Tie them together! ”

Brea’s eyes gleamed with a newfound excitement. “Oh, now that’s an idea,” she mused aloud, her voice carrying a hint of malice. She turned back to Emma and Drew, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “It looks like your fans have spoken. They want you tied up… together.” She moved to grab another rope, her movements quick and eager, ready to enact the viewers’ latest demand.


To be continued….

cool story, can't wait to read what happens next

Part 4:
Drew grunted into his the duct tape plastered over his mouth as he tugged at the ropes that bound his wrists behind his back. Emma straddled over him as he sat secured to the chair, face to face, bodies pulled close together by the ropes wrapped around their backs and torsos. Her wrists were bound behind her back as well, her ankles bound to the rear legs of the chair he sat in.

With Emma and Drew now securely tied face to face, Brea stepped back to admire her handiwork. Their bodies were pressed uncomfortably close, their expressions a mix of embarrassment and anger. Brea circled them slowly, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Isn't this cozy?" she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned in, her face inches from theirs, and whispered, "I bet you never thought you'd be this close, did you?" She laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "And just think, all your fans are loving this. You're giving them quite the show." Brea stepped back, adjusting the phone to capture their predicament, ensuring every angle was broadcasted to the eager audience. There were now 1,500 viewers. “Smile for the camera, you two. This is a moment they'll never forget."

“Mmmph! Mmppphh!” They pled in unison, their desperate pleas muffled by the tape that stung their lips.

Brea picked up a red marker, her smile widening as an idea struck her. She approached Emma and Drew, who were tied face to face, and uncapped the marker with a flourish. “Hold still,” she said playfully, “this will only take a moment.”

With exaggerated care, she drew a pair of bright red lips on the tape covering Emma’s mouth, then moved to do the same to Drew. “Mmmph!” Each captive resisted to no avail. Stepping back, she admired her work, a look of satisfied mischief on her face.

“Now, isn’t that adorable?” she remarked, chuckling softly. She turned her attention back to the camera, holding up the marker as if it were a magic wand. “Alright, everyone, what do you want to see next? The possibilities are endless!” She glanced back at Emma and Drew, their eyes filled with fury and helplessness, and waited eagerly for the next wave of suggestions from the captivated audience.

As Brea scrolled through the flood of comments, one suggestion made her pause, her eyes lighting up with a devious glint. Brea raised an eyebrow and looked back at the camera, her smile turning wicked.

“Oh my,” she said, her voice dripping with mock surprise. “Looks like someone has a rather… daring suggestion.” She turned to Emma, whose eyes widened in panic. Brea walked over, twirling the marker in her fingers as she leaned down to whisper in Emma’s ear. “Your fans have spoken, Emma. Are you ready to give them an unforgettable show?”

She straightened up, addressing the viewers again. “Let’s see those likes if you want this to happen. Remember, the more likes, the more fun we can have.” Brea’s eyes sparkled with anticipation as she watched the like count climb, her hand hovering just above Emma’s bound form, savoring the tension.

The likes surged, and Brea’s smile grew wider. She moved behind Emma, her fingers playing lightly over her shoulders before trailing down to the clasp of her bra. “Don’t be shy now,” Beea whispered, her breath warm against Emma’s ear. “This is what your fans want.”

With deliberate slowness, Brea unhooked Emma’s bra, the fabric loosening and slipping down her arms. She gave the shoulder straps a violent yank as they tore and were pulled away from Emma’s shoulders. Emma’s cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and humiliation, her eyes fixed on Brea with a burning intensity. Her breasts hung freely, now exposed for the viewers to see. Brea held up the tattered bra for the camera, her grin triumphant.

“Well, folks,” she said, her voice lilting with amusement, “there you have it. What should we do next? Keep those suggestions coming!” She tossed the bra aside, relishing the mixture of excitement and anticipation from the live audience.

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh! Mmppphhh!” Emma’s cheeks bulged under the tape, her eyes burning a hole through Brea.

Brea turned her attention back to Emma, a calculated look in her eyes. “Well, Emma,” she said, her tone suddenly serious, “it looks like you have something to say. Let’s hear it, shall we?” With a swift motion, she pinched the corner of the tape sealing Emma’s lips and peeled it away from Emma’s mouth, ignoring her wince of pain.

Emma took a shaky breath, her voice trembling as she spoke. “Brea, I’m sorry. I apologize for getting close to Drew behind your back. It was a mistake, and I regret it deeply. Please, forgive me. Untie us. Let this end.”

Emma raised an eyebrow, seemingly considering Emma’s plea. She glanced at the camera, gauging the viewers’ reactions before looking back at Emma. “Well, Emma,” she said slowly, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips, “we’ll see what your fans think. Maybe they’ll be in a forgiving mood.” Brea turned back to the camera, a mocking glint in her eye. “What do you think, everyone? Should we grant Emma’s request, or is there something else you’d like to see?”

“Brea… please?”

“Shhh…” Brea hissed, clamping her hand over Emma’s mouth to silence her begging and pleading. Emma whimpered softly into the palm of Brea’s hand pressed firmly to her lips. Brea’s eyes squinted as she read the comments on the screen from afar. “Unfortunately, Emma,” she muttered vindictively, “your fans want more. And I must give the people what they want!”

She stretched the tape back out, pressing it back down firmly over Emma’s lips. Brea smiled at the way the tape conformed nicely to Emma’s mouth, her lip prints visible underneath the tape. With her fingertips, Brea began to smooth the tape down over Emma’s mouth, running her fingers over the contour of her lips underneath the tape. “Perfect,” she muttered.

Emma sunk into Drew, her breasts pressed against his bare chest. They exchanged whimpers into their gags.

Brea’s voice was smooth and chilling as she addressed her live audience. “What should we do next? The power is in your hands. Comment below with your suggestions, and remember, the more creative, the better.”

As the chat began to fill with a flood of responses, Brea’s lips curled into a smile. She read each suggestion aloud, letting the tension build with every possibility. Emma’s breathing quickened, and Drew struggled beneath her with his hands bound behind him.

The viewers were hooked, each message adding to the twisted anticipation of what would come next. Brea savored the power she held over her captives and the audience, feeding off the suspense she had masterfully crafted.

Brea’s eyes gleamed as she scrolled through the chat, her smile growing wider. “Here’s a good one!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with malicious excitement. She turned to Emma, who began to shake her head frantically, muffled cries escaping from behind her gag.

Brea sauntered over to Emma, her movements slow and deliberate. “This one’s for you, darling,” she said, her voice mocking. “For trying to get close to Drew behind my back.” With a swift motion, Brea grabbed the waistband of Emma’s panties and tore them off, the fabric ripping with a harsh sound that echoed throughout the room.

“Mmmph! Mmpphh!” Emma’s face flushed with humiliation, tears streaming down her cheeks. Drew struggled against his restraints, anger and helplessness burning in his eyes, but Brea ignored him, focusing on Emma’s torment.

“There we go,” Brea said, holding the torn panties up to the camera for the viewers to see. “Isn’t this entertaining?” The chat exploded with reactions, and Brea reveled in the chaos she had unleashed, the ultimate puppeteer of their suffering.

Brea dangled the torn panties in front of the camera for a moment before tossing them aside. She crouched down to Emma’s eye level, her expression a twisted mask of fake sympathy.

“Oh, Emma,” Brea cooed sarcastically, her tone dripping with venom. “I thought you enjoyed being gagged and cuddling with your boyfriend. Isn’t this what you wanted?” She reached out, brushing a tear from Emma’s cheek with mock gentleness.

Emma turned her head away, her face burning with shame. Brea grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly into the camera. “Smile for your adoring fans,” Brea sneered. “They love seeing you like this. Don’t you, everyone?”

The chat erupted with responses, some egging Brea on, others expressing a sick fascination with Emma’s plight. Brea laughed, a chilling sound that filled the room. “See, Emma? They love it. And so do I.” She stood up, casting a disdainful glance at Drew. “Don’t worry, Drew. Your turn is coming soon.”

Part 5:
Brea grin widened as she shifted her attention to Drew. “Now, Drew,” she said, her voice a low purr, “let’s not leave you out of the fun.”

She moved behind him, her fingers lightly tracing the back of his neck, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. Emma, still tied facing him, watched in horror, her eyes pleading for Brea to stop.

Brea’s hands moved to Drew’s waistband, her touch deliberate and unhurried. “Let’s make this a bit more intimate, shall we?” she said, her tone mockingly sweet. She hooked her fingers into the elastic and slowly pulled his underwear down, the fabric sliding over his skin in a humiliatingly slow strip.

“Mmmppph!” Drew grunted into the tape pressed firmly over his lips as his face turned a deep red, a mix of anger and embarrassment flooding his features. He glanced at Emma, who looked away, her own humiliation reflected in her tear-streaked face.

Brea took a step back, admiring her handiwork. “There we go. Much better,” she said, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction. “Now you’re both on equal footing. Or should I say, equally exposed?”

The viewers in the chat went wild, their comments a mix of sadistic delight and depraved suggestions. Brea reveled in their reactions, her power over Emma and Drew feeding her twisted sense of control. She leaned in close, whispering in Drew’s ear, “You thought you could get away with betraying me? Think again.”

Emma sobbed softly, the sound muffled by her gag, while Drew’s fists clenched tightly, the rope biting into his skin. Brea stepped back, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Alright, everyone,” she announced to the camera. “What should we do next?”

As the chat continued to buzz with suggestions, one comment stood out. Brea’s eyes lit up as she read it aloud, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Make them have sex? Oh, now that’s a great idea!”

She turned to face Emma and Drew, who were both visibly trembling. “Since you both seem to enjoy being gagged with duct tape and getting close to each other,” Brea said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “why not take it a step further?”

Brea sauntered over to Emma, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and malice. She reached out and slowly peeled the tape from Emma’s mouth, the adhesive pulling at her skin. Emma winced but took a desperate gasp of air the moment she could.

“Please, Brea, stop this,” Emma begged, her voice trembling. “We haven’t done anything to deserve this. Please, just let us go.”

Brea tilted her head, pretending to consider Emma’s pleas. “Oh, Emma, your tears are almost convincing,” she said, her voice thick with mock pity. “But we’re just getting to the best part.”

She ripped a fresh strip of tape from the roll, the sound sending a fresh wave of dread through Emma. Without another word, Brea stretched the tape taut and pressed it firmly over Emma’s mouth, wrapping it around her head several times to ensure it stayed in place. “Mmm… Mmmpph!” was all she could manage, muffled under the layers of tape wrapped around her mouth. Emma’s muffled cries resumed, her eyes filled with helplessness and fear.

Next, Brea turned her attention to Drew. She moved with the same deliberate slowness, peeling the tape off his mouth. Drew spat out a few choice words, his voice a mixture of anger and desperation. “Brea! Stop now before it’s too late!”

Brea chuckled softly, a chilling sound in the dank basement. “Oh, Drew, always the fighter. But I’m afraid your words mean nothing here.” She stretched another piece of tape from the roll and wrapped it around Drew’s mouth, silencing him once more.

“Mmmpph! Mmpphh!” His protests muffled by the shiny band of silver tape wrapped around his mouth.

Stepping back, Brea admired her work. Emma and Drew sat before her, bound and gagged. Emma’s eyes widened in horror, and she shook her head desperately, her muffled protests growing more frantic. Drew’s face contorted with rage and helplessness, his body straining against the ropes.

Brea’s eyes were gleaming with cruel anticipation. “Now, let’s get you two a little closer.” The two struggled against the ropes, bucking their hips to pull free to no avail. Emma could feel Drew’s cock beneath her as she straddled over him, each time they struggled, she could feel him push it into her.

“Go on,” Brea taunted, her voice low and dangerous. “Show the viewers how much you love each other.”

Emma’s tears flowed freely, her body trembling with humiliation and fear. Drew’s eyes burned with fury, but he was powerless to do anything but endure the degrading situation.

The chat exploded with a mix of excitement and depraved encouragement, fueling Brea’s sadistic pleasure. She leaned back, arms crossed, savoring the twisted spectacle she had orchestrated. “Don’t be shy,” she said with a smirk. “The night is just getting started.”


To be continued…

Part 6:
Emma sunk further into Drew. Their eyes sunk to the ground as they were mortifyingly embarrassed. They groaned into their gags, humiliated and defeated, deflated by the degrading treatment at the hands of Brea and thousands of online viewers.

“Well, well, well,” Brea taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “It looks like someone isn’t as excited to see his girlfriend as I thought.” She glanced at the camera, addressing the audience with exaggerated disappointment. “What a shame. Our poor Drew here just can’t seem to get in the mood.”

“Mmm… Mmmpph.” Emma’s muffled sobs filled the room, her eyes wide with both relief and dread. Brea leaned closer to Drew, her face inches from his. “What’s the matter, Drew? Too scared? Or maybe you’re just not man enough for the job.”

She straightened up, looking back at Emma. “I guess Emma isn’t as irresistible as she thought,” Brea sneered, her words a sharp knife intended to cut deep. “Maybe that’s why you went behind my back. Not enough excitement for you two?”

The chat exploded with mixed reactions—some viewers laughing at Drew’s predicament, others egging Brea on with more sadistic suggestions. Brea soaked it all in, her power trip only intensifying.

“Time to take this show to the next level,” she announced, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a pair of rubber gloves. She stretched her wrist into one of the rubber gloves with a sharp, deliberate sound, the latex stretching tightly over her fingers.

Drew’s eyes widened in alarm as Brea approached him. He struggled against his bonds, but Brea simply placed a firm hand on his shoulder, leaning in close. “Relax, Drew. This is all part of the fun,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she slipped her other hand into the other rubber glove, her fingertips dancing their way into the finger holes of the glove.

With a chilling smile, Brea’s gloved hand moved between Drew and Emma and down below his waist. She began to touch him, her movements clinical and methodical, yet filled with an underlying cruelty. Drew’s body tensed, his muscles straining against the ropes, but he was powerless to resist.

Emma watched in horror, her muffled sobs growing louder as she realized what Brea was doing. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes pleading for mercy. Brea ignored her, focused entirely on her task.

“Let’s get you ready for Emma,” Brea said, her voice a cruel whisper. She continued her ministrations, her rubber gloved hand moving with a cold, detached efficiency. Slowly, despite his revulsion and rage, Drew’s body responded, his arousal a humiliating betrayal.

She wrapped her hand around his hard cock, slowly sliding it up and down the shaft. She cupped her hand, curling her fingers, and began to gently massage his balls. Emma winced on top as she could feel Brea alternate between stroking Drew’s cock and massaging his balls below her. He groaned softly into his gag until his cock was fully hard, protruding from him.

Once Brea was satisfied, she stepped back, peeling off the rubber gloves with two loud snaps and tossing them aside. “Well, come on, you two. Are we going to fuck or what? What a disappointment for everyone watching.”

Emma and Drew were now completely naked, their bodies exposed as Brea smiled, a twisted mask of satisfaction as she prepared them for the next humiliating ordeal. “Alright, lovebirds,” Brea said mockingly, tugging the ropes that held Emma’s body against Drew’s. “Time to get a little closer.”

Emma’s body trembled as she slowly lowered herself onto Drew, her eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to block out the horror of the situation. Drew’s muscles tensed, his body rigid with a mix of anger and helplessness. “Mmmpph!” Emma moaned softly into her gag as Drew’s cock slipped inside of her.

Brea watched with sadistic glee, her eyes gleaming with perverse delight. “Come on, Emma,” she taunted. “Isn’t this what you wanted? To be close to Drew?”

Emma’s sobs were muffled, her face contorted with shame and humiliation as she lowered herself further onto Drew. The physical closeness was a grotesque parody of intimacy, their enforced proximity a testament to Brea’s cruel control. Emma flexed her hips, taking Drew’s cock deeper and deeper inside of her.

Brea leaned in close, her voice a venomous whisper. “There we go. Now, wasn’t that worth all the fuss?” She stood back, admiring the tableau of suffering she had orchestrated.

“Mmmpphh!” Emma moaned aloud as her tight pussy enclosed around Drew’s cock. She could feel his cock pulsing as she thrusted her hips into him, his cock sliding in and out of her. Her perfectly symmetrical breasts bounced on her chest as she arched her back and rapidly flexed her hips into his.

“Mmm.. Mmmpph!” The two let out a chorus of muffled moans. Emma whimpered and squirmed through her blended orgasms and Drew thrusted his cock deeper into her. They pressed their lips together through their sticky tape gags, grunting and moaning in unison.

Emma felt a warm tingling wave radiating throughout her body. She moaned euphorically as an intense feeling of pleasure began to build and build. She whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating her body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure. Drew’s cock was pulsing in the embrace of her hot wet pussy, enveloped in her slippery juices.

“Mmmpphh! Mmmppph!” was all Emma could manage with the tape plastered over her mouth as she beckoned Drew to cum with her. She whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating her body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure. Drew filled her tight wet pussy with an explosion as she climaxed above him, her juices flowing over him down onto his legs like a faucet.

Turning to the camera, Brea addressed her eager audience. “What a sight, isn’t it? Look at how these delightful suggestions you had for our star-crossed lovers paid dividends.”

Drew could feel Emma’s chest rising and falling against his, her breasts pressed up against him. She panted and whimpered, breathing rhythmically, grunting and groaning into her gag, his cock still stuffed inside her tight wet pussy. The two embraced again, pressing their lips together through the layers of shiny silver duct tape wrapped around their mouths.

“And that’s all for today’s very special video,” Brea concluded, her tone gleeful. “Make sure to like, comment, and subscribe. Who knows what kind of crazy antics Emma and Drew will get up to next? Bye for now!”


To be continued…

Part 7:
Emma jolted awake, her heart pounding and her breath coming in shallow gasps. The livestream, the ropes, and Brea’s sadistic smile evaporated into the comforting familiarity of her living room. She blinked, disoriented, and realized she was still seated on the couch, her laptop screen casting a soft glow in the otherwise dark room.

Drew was next to her, his head tilted back against the couch cushions, sound asleep. The video editing software on the laptop was paused at her latest project—the video they’d been working on late into the night. Emma’s pulse began to slow as the terror of the dream faded, replaced by the soothing sounds of the real world: the hum of the refrigerator, the distant chirping of crickets outside.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. The nightmare’s vividness lingered, but the reality of her safe surroundings gradually washed over her. She looked at Drew, his face peaceful and calm in sleep, and felt an overwhelming sense of relief.

Careful not to disturb him, Emma closed the laptop and set it aside. She gently shook Drew’s shoulder. “Drew,” she whispered, her voice still shaky. “Drew, wake up.”

Drew stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked at her groggily. “What is it, Emma? Did I fall asleep during editing?”

She gave him a small, relieved smile. “I just had a terrible nightmare.”

He sat up, his concern evident. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Emma shook her head, feeling the last remnants of the nightmare dissipate. Drew laid his head back down and fell back asleep.

Just as his eyes closed, Brea arrived home to the apartment, the soft click of the door announcing her return. She dropped her keys on the table and glanced around the living room, where Emma sat in front of her laptop and Drew, sound asleep on the couch.

“Hey guys, what have you been up to?” Brea asked, a curious smile playing on her lips.

Emma grinned. “Drew helped me film a video.”

Brea raised an eyebrow. “What kind of video?”

Emma chuckled. “The kind where the viewers guess what someone is saying with duct tape over their mouth.”

Brea laughed. “I didn’t know you were into being bound and gagged.”

Emma shook her head, still smiling. “Drew was the one gagged.”

Brea burst into laughter. “Well, that makes more sense.”

Soon after, Brea said goodnight and retreated to her room.

Emma let out a sigh of relief. She lay back in the chair, the tension finally easing from her shoulders. The awful experience she had dreamt about earlier that day faded away, replaced by the comfort of reality.

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Another awesome read!

Roboticrobin20 wrote: 9 months ago Another awesome read!

@Roboticrobin20 aww thanks! I was really proud of this story but was not sure if anyone had read it

Boundngagged75 wrote: 9 months ago

Roboticrobin20 wrote: 9 months ago Another awesome read!

@Roboticrobin20 aww thanks! I was really proud of this story but was not sure if anyone had read it

You should be proud of it, amazing work

Roboticrobin20 wrote: 9 months ago

Boundngagged75 wrote: 9 months ago

Roboticrobin20 wrote: 9 months ago Another awesome read!

@Roboticrobin20 aww thanks! I was really proud of this story but was not sure if anyone had read it

You should be proud of it, amazing work

@Roboticrobin20 thank you! I wish this one didn’t have to end I’m glad you enjoyed it

That's a great story, nicely written

Knotted wrote: 8 months ago That's a great story, nicely written

@Knotted thank you very much This was actually one of the stories I rather enjoyed writing. Thank you for taking the time to read it

Love couples tied and gagged together scenarios.

one of the best couple in bondage stories

Tiengag5 wrote: 5 months ago Love couples tied and gagged together scenarios.

@Tiengag5 my favorite too Thank you for reading!

jone123 wrote: 5 months ago one of the best couple in bondage stories

@jone123 thank you for the positive feedback! I’m glad you enjoyed the adventure