Stories of Tie Up Games

Part 1:
The meadow was transformed into a dreamscape, with rows of white chairs neatly arranged on either side of a flower-petal-strewn aisle, leading up to an elegant wooden arch adorned with cascading greenery and soft, blush-colored roses, all framed by the golden hues of the setting sun and the gentle rustling of leaves in the warm summer breeze.

The bride stood radiant in her lace gown, its delicate train trailing behind her as she moved with a grace that seemed almost ethereal. Her hair, adorned with a crown of white roses and baby’s breath, cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders. Surrounding her were her bridesmaids, each dressed in flowing, pastel dresses that complemented their unique styles yet harmonized beautifully together. Their hands were adorned with elegant, elbow-length gloves that added a touch of vintage charm, the satin fabric catching the light as they fussed over final details, adjusting veils and smoothing out any last-minute wrinkles with excited, loving care.

Delilah stood out among the bridesmaids, her auburn hair swept up in an elegant chignon, a few loose curls framing her striking features. Her emerald green dress hugged her figure, the color enhancing her fair complexion and bringing out the sparkle in her hazel eyes. The opera length satin gloves she wore added a sophisticated touch, their smooth texture contrasting with the intricate lace detailing at the cuffs pulled above her elbows. With a natural grace, she moved effortlessly, a warm smile ever-present as she adjusted her fellow bridesmaids’ dresses and ensured the bride’s veil was perfectly in place. Delilah’s genuine joy for the bride was evident in her every action, her laughter ringing like a melody as she shared in the day’s happiness.

The groom stood tall and confident, his tailored black suit perfectly accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. His crisp white shirt and classic black tie added an air of timeless elegance, while a single white rose pinned to his lapel matched the bride’s bouquet. Surrounding him were his groomsmen, each dressed in coordinating suits, their ties varying in subtle shades of blue to add a hint of individuality. They shared easy smiles and quiet jokes, their camaraderie evident as they adjusted each other’s cuffs and straightened boutonnieres, the polished leather of their shoes gleaming under the bright summer sun.

Drew cut an impressive figure among the groomsmen, his tall frame accentuated by a well-fitted charcoal suit that highlighted his athletic build. His short, light hair was neatly styled, a rugged charm to his clean-cut appearance. His tie, a deep sapphire blue, brought out the vivid blue of his eyes, which sparkled with mischief and warmth. As he moved, there was an easy confidence in his stride, and his infectious smile never faltered. Drew’s natural charisma shone through as he cracked jokes to ease any pre-wedding nerves and ensured everything ran smoothly, his laughter and camaraderie adding to the joyful atmosphere of the day.

As the wedding ceremony drew to a close, the newlyweds shared a tender kiss under the flower-adorned arch, earning cheers and applause from the gathered guests. The bride and groom then walked hand in hand down the aisle, beaming with joy, while flower petals rained down upon them. The guests rose from their seats, forming a joyful procession behind the couple. Laughter and chatter filled the air as they made their way toward the reception area, a beautifully decorated tent nearby, where the sound of a live band tuning their instruments and the enticing aroma of the awaiting feast promised an evening of celebration and delight.

The wedding reception was a fairy tale brought to life, with twinkling string lights draped across the ceiling of the grand tent, casting a warm, enchanting glow over the elegantly set tables adorned with lush floral centerpieces and flickering candles. The sounds of clinking glasses and cheerful conversations filled the air as guests enjoyed a sumptuous feast.

Amidst the revelry, Delilah and Drew found themselves repeatedly crossing paths. At the bar, they exchanged friendly smiles as they waited for their drinks, their brief conversations growing longer with each encounter. During the toasts, their eyes met over the heads of the crowd, sharing a private laugh at an inside joke from earlier.

As the night progressed, the music shifted to a slow, romantic tune, and Drew, with a charmingly shy smile, extended his hand to Delilah. She accepted with a graceful nod, and they moved to the dance floor. Under the canopy of lights, they danced close, their movements synchronized as if they had been partners for years. The world seemed to fade around them as they talked and laughed, drawn to each other by an undeniable chemistry that blossomed with every shared glance and whispered word.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Delilah and Drew found themselves in a corner of the reception tent, away from the dance floor and the laughter of the other guests. Delilah's cheeks were flushed with a rosy glow, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and warmth. She giggled at Drew's exaggerated tales of his college escapades, her hand playfully swatting his arm in mock disbelief.

Drew, his tie now loosened and a few strands of hair falling onto his forehead, leaned in closer, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "You know, Delilah, I think you might just be the most beautiful woman here tonight."

She rolled her eyes dramatically but couldn't hide her pleased smile. "Oh, please. You're just saying that because you're drunk."

“Maybe," he grinned, his eyes locking onto hers with a sincerity that belied his playful tone, "but it doesn't make it any less true."

Delilah took a sip of her champagne, her gaze never leaving his. "Well, Mr. Smooth Talker, what else do you have up your sleeve?"



Part 2:
Delilah and Drew burst through the heavy wooden door into a dimly lit back room, their lips locked in a fervent kiss. The door slammed shut behind them, muffling the distant sounds of the wedding reception. Drew’s hands were on Delilah’s waist, lifting her effortlessly as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

They stumbled against a cluttered table, knocking over a vase that clattered to the floor, but neither seemed to notice or care. Drew pressed Delilah against the wall, their breath coming in quick, heated gasps as they explored each other with a hunger that had been building all night. Her dress rustled as it was pushed aside, and his jacket fell to the floor in a forgotten heap.

In the low light, their movements were a blur of shadow and light, each touch and kiss more urgent than the last. The air was thick with the scent of roses and the faint hint of spilled wine, creating an intoxicating mix that only fueled their desire. Lost in the moment, they were oblivious to everything but each other, their whispered names and moans mingling in the dark, secluded space.

The two spun in unison as Drew’s back hit the wall with a loud thud. Delilah clamped her hand over his mouth, muffling his groan.

“Mmm… Mmmpphh…” he moaned softly into the soft satin fabric of the palm of her gloved hand pressed firmly to his lips.

“Shhhh…” she whispered softly as she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she hushed him. “Someone is going to hear us,” she said in a low, almost playful whisper. Her cupped hand slowly began to slip away from his mouth as she loosened her grip on it.

“I don’t mind,” he replied in a loud careless tone.

“Shhhh!” She clamped her hand back firmly over his mouth, adamant that he keep his voice down. “How about we leave this here?” she suggested, referring to her hand cupped and pressed tightly against her lips.

“Mmmph! Mmpphh!” He raised his eyebrows in mock surrender, his warm breath tickling her gloved palm. Stifled whimpers was all he could manage as he shrugged compliantly, letting Delilah take control.

“Shhh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “If they find us, we’re in a lot of trouble.”

Drew nodded, his eyes twinkling with suppressed laughter, and gently kissed her palm. Delilah fought to keep a straight face, her heart racing not just from the fear of being caught but from the undeniable chemistry between them.

They listened intently as a set of footsteps grew closer, pausing just outside the door. Delilah’s grip on Drew’s hand tightened, her body tensed as she leaned in, her lips nearly brushing his ear. “Stay quiet,” she mouthed, her breath warm against his skin.

The footsteps lingered for a moment before gradually fading away, and Delilah let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing against Drew’s. She met his gaze, their faces inches apart, and for a brief moment, the tension melted away, replaced by a shared sense of exhilaration and unspoken connection.

Delilah’s eyes darted to the door, her heart still pounding from the near-miss. She leaned in closer to Drew, her breath warm and rapid against his cheek. “Do you think we’re safe?” she whispered urgently, her eyes wide with concern.

“Mmm.. Mmmpph.. Mmm… Mmmppph.” Drew’s reply was stifled by her hand, still firmly pressed over his mouth. He tried to speak, his words muffled and unintelligible, his eyes dancing with amusement and impatience. Realizing her mistake, Delilah quickly pulled her hand away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

“Sorry,” she murmured, her fingers lingering on his lips for a moment before dropping to her side. Drew took a deep breath, his lips curling into a grin.

“Well, now that I can actually talk,” he teased softly, “I think we’re in the clear. But maybe we should stay hidden a bit longer, just in case.”

Delilah nodded, her tension easing slightly as she settled back against the couch, her hand still tingling from the touch of his lips.
“Good idea,” she said, in agreement. “But just in case you feel the need to be talkative.”

With a playful smile, she raised her right hand, encased in the elegant satin of her long glove. Slowly, she brought her hand to her mouth, biting gently on the fingertip of the glove.

Drew watched, captivated, as Delilah’s teeth tugged the glove down, inch by inch, the satin slipping sensuously over her skin. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and she took her time, drawing out the moment. When the glove was finally free, she let it dangle from her mouth for a heartbeat before letting it drop into her bare hand.

She flexed her now bare fingers, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of Drew’s gaze. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she leaned closer to him, her bare hand reaching out to trace the line of his jaw.

“Maybe we should gag you,” she said as she stretched the glove out before him, giving it a few tugs as she wrapped it around the palms of her hands.

“Mmmpph!” His eyes widened, pleasantly surprised, as she forced it into his mouth in between his lips, tying it off tightly behind his head. “Mmmph! Mmmpphh!” He moaned aloud enthusiastically and exaggeratedly, his muffled protests had a hint of playfulness.

Delilah draped her arms around his neck. He pressed his lips together tightly over the gag in his mouth. “Do you know what?” She asked, her voice lifting and inviting. “I kind of like you gagged.”

“Mmmmpph! Mmmpphh!” Was all he could manage as the stretchy fabric of her glove sunk deeper into his mouth. Delilah’s eyes twinkled with a mix of mischief and charm. She tilted her head, the gesture making her look both playful and inviting. She leaned in, pressing her lips against Drew’s over the gag. She parted his lips slightly with hers over the gag, nibbling on his lower lip as it filled his mouth.

Delilah stood before Drew, her fingers idly playing with the end of his loosened tie, a sly smile playing on her lips. The dim light cast a warm glow over them, adding a touch of intimacy to the moment. Drew, already gagged, watched her with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

“You know,” Delilah began, her voice a soft, playful murmur, “I think this tie of yours could be put to better use.” She tugged gently at the silk, the fabric slipping through her fingers.
Drew raised an eyebrow, his amusement clear despite his restrained state. “Mmmpph?” He whimpered.

Delilah leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I was thinking it might make an excellent addition to your… predicament.” She pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, the glint of mischief unmistakable.

Before he could respond, she deftly untied the knot and slipped the tie free from his collar, letting it dangle from her hand. “Don’t worry,” she teased, “I’ll make sure it’s nice and snug.”

She placed her hands on his hips, spinning him around to face the wall. She clutched her tiny hands around his wrists, moving his hands into the small of his back. Drew’s eyes followed her every move, his pulse quickening as she looped the tie around his wrists, pulling them snugly together. He moaned softly into his gag as she wrapped the loose ends around his wrists. Her fingers moved with a practiced ease, and she tied the final knot with a flourish, the silk smooth and firm against his skin.

“There,” she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “How does that feel?”

“Mmm.. Mmpph.. Mmppphh..” His response was stifled by the gag in his mouth, but Delilah giggled at the assumption at what he replied.

Delilah’s smile widened, a promise of further mischief in her eyes. “Now that you’re all bound and gagged,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper as she leaned in to kiss him lightly, leaving him wanting more as she pulled away, her laughter soft and enticing. “We can start to have some real fun.”


To be continued….

Loved this!

Mommy's Naughty Boy wrote: 9 months ago Loved this!

I’m just getting warmed up
I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it so far.
More to follow soon!

Great start, hope the fun continues.

Lost_the_keys wrote: 9 months ago Great start, hope the fun continues.

Definitely more fun to come!
Thanks for reading so far, and for the positive feedback.
I hope you’ll tune in for the rest!

Boundngagged75 wrote: 9 months ago

Lost_the_keys wrote: 9 months ago Great start, hope the fun continues.

Definitely more fun to come!
Thanks for reading so far, and for the positive feedback.
I hope you’ll tune in for the rest!

Definitely. I love where this one is headed.

Part 3:
Delilah stood before Drew, her presence electric in the dimly lit room. Drew’s hands were bound behind him, the tie tied snug but not painful, holding him firmly in place. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a hint of his chest, and his hair was tousled, adding to his rugged charm.

Delilah’s bare fingers, having just slipped out of her long glove, traced lightly over Drew’s jawline, sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, her lips hovering just inches from his ear. “Look how hot you are bound and gagged,” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper.

Drew’s eyes followed her every movement, a mix of frustration and desire evident in his gaze. He mumbled into his gag: “You’re enjoying this a bit too much,” he murmured inaudibly, his words stifled but tinged with amusement.

Delilah chuckled softly, her breath warm against his skin. “Maybe,” she replied, her fingers trailing down his neck to rest on his chest. “But I can’t help it. You just look so… irresistible like this.”

She straightened up, taking a step back to admire him, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You know,” she continued, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “I was wondering how you’d handle being a bit… helpless.”

Drew struggled against the ropes, a playful defiance in his eyes. “Mmmph! Mmmpphh!” he protested into his gag to no avail.

Delilah moved closer again, her hand slipping under his chin to tilt his head up. “I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she purred, leaning in to brush her lips lightly over his, leaving him craving more as she pulled away with a teasing smile.

Drew followed Delilah, his hands bound his back, to the table. The soft, flickering light of a single bulb cast long shadows over its cluttered surface, piled high with old books, dusty trinkets, and the remnants of long-forgotten decorations.

Delilah glanced back at Drew, her expression a mix of mischief and kink. “Come on, sit down,” she urged softly, pulling out a rickety wooden chair from the table. The legs scraped against the floor, echoing in the quiet room.

Drew, his movements hindered by the tie binding his wrists, awkwardly maneuvered himself into the chair, sinking into it. Delilah moved to stand in front of him, her fingers gently brushing over the knots securing his hands. She straddled over his lap, lowering her butt onto him, and draped her arms around his neck. Her dress rustled softly as she settled herself over his lap. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, her fingers tracing small, teasing patterns on his skin. She leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “You know, you look pretty sexy like this.”

Drew’s eyes widened, a mix of helplessness and excitement flashing in his gaze. “Mmm… Mmmpph.” He tried to respond, but the gag stifled his words, leaving him to communicate through his expressive eyes and the faint sounds of his muffled voice.

Delilah chuckled softly, enjoying his 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.”

She shifted her weight slightly, her movements slow and deliberate, causing Drew to squirm beneath her. Her hands slid down his chest, fingers grazing over the buttons of his shirt. “Look at you. All helpless. Such a big man, but now you’re all tied up. I can do whatever I want,” she teased, her voice a seductive purr.

Drew’s eyes darkened with a mix of longing and desire, his muscles tensing as he tested the bonds holding him in place. Delilah’s smile widened, her lips brushing against his neck as she continued her playful torment. “Relax, Drew,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “I’m going to have some fun with you.”

As she leaned back to look into his eyes, she saw a spark of defiance and desire. “You might think you’re in control,” she said, her tone playful yet commanding, “but right now, you’re all mine.”

Drew’s eyes held hers, a silent challenge passing between them. Delilah’s laughter filled the room, light and musical, as she leaned in to kiss his forehead, savoring the power and intimacy of the moment.

Delilah leaned forward, slightly parting Drew’s lips with hers as they pressed them together over his gag. She reached down between them and with a quick yank, pulled his belt loose. With her thumb and index finger, she simultaneously unbuttoned his pants and lowered his zipper.

Delilah's slender arms rose overhead, and with a graceful motion, she lifted the soft pastel dress off over her head. The fabric slid up her body, revealing her slender figure, and then fluttered to the ground, a discarded petal of color. Her hair, a rich cascade of red and brown, tumbled down her back, framing her heart-shaped face. She stood tall, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief, her smile a whispered promise of secrets to come.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked flirtatiously, her voice soft and filled with an endearing vulnerability. Her perfectly symmetrical breasts were cradled in a black floral balconette bra, a pair of black floral panties hugged her hips.

“Mmmph! Mmpphh!” Drew nodded, wide eyed and approvingly. She held him by the back of his head, bringing his face into her breasts as she smothered him in her cleavage. He moaned aloud, nibbling through his gag on her globe sized boobs. She giggled as he nuzzled his nose in between her breasts.

She reached her hands back down between them, discovering a large bulge that had grown in front of Drew’s pants. She bit her lower lip, a gesture that was both innocent and provocatively inviting. “Mmmm…” she moaned as she grasped at the contour of his hard cock through his pants. Her eyes twinkled with naughtiness.

Drew squeezed his eyes shut tightly as she sent small tingles radiating through his body. He pressed his lips together tightly over the gag, burying his face in her breasts. He quivered as Delilah’s hand dove deep down the front of his pants in between his legs. He squeezed her hand in between his thighs as he felt it enclose around his cock.

“Mmmpph!” he moaned aloud, to which Delilah immediately responded my clamping her other hand tightly over his mouth on top of the gag.

“Shhhh….” she whispered softly. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear as she spoke in a low, almost playful tone. “Do I need to tighten your gag?” she asked with a soft smile, biting her lower lip, as her hand wrapped around his hard cock and slowly started sliding it up and down the shaft.

“Mmm… Mmpphh!” was all he could manage as she withdrew her hand.

Her hand enclosed around his cock as her slow rub accelerated into a fast jerking motion. He closed his eyes tightly as her hand slid up and down his cock with ease. As his cock grew harder, she began to rapidly stroke it. As he opened his eyes, he couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes seemed to dance with amusement, her smile both disarming and unnerving. She began alternating between stroking his cock and massaging his balls.

“This is what you wanted?” she asked in a whisper. “To be bound and gagged?”

“Mmph.. Mmmpphh.” he whimpered with a slight nod.

He elevated himself off of the chair as she grabbed onto the waistband of his pants and slowly slid them off of his hips, and down around his ankles as he kicked them to the floor. His hard cock was protruding as she slipped his underwear down from his hips into a heap on the ground.

As she straddled over Drew, Delilah planted her feet on the ground, elevating herself off of him. She grabbed onto the waistband of her panties, quickly sliding them down off of her hips and around her ankles and stepping out of them. Her bare pussy was clean and smooth. She slipped her hand into the small of her back, reaching up to unfasten her bra, and tossing it to the floor. Her beautiful symmetrical breasts were firm and voluptuous, and bounced on her chest as she lowered herself back onto him.

“Mmmpphh…” he moaned, pleading with his eyes as she hovered above him slowly lowering herself over him, grazing his cock with her pussy and rising again to tease him. She smiled devilishly, reaching down enclosing her hand around his cock and slowly sliding it up and down the shaft.

“Ugh! Mmpphh!” He moaned aloud, his jaw dropping open as the gag sank deeper into his mouth, as she gripped his cock tightly and lowered herself onto him, stuffing it into her hot wet pussy.

Delilah flexed her hips as Drew’s hard cock slipped inside of her. She arched her back, thrusting her hips as he went deeper inside of her. “Oh fuck!” She yelped, clamping her hand over her mouth to silence herself.

“Mmmpphh!” Drew moaned aloud as Delilah’s tight pussy enclosed around his cock. He could feel my cock pulsing as he thrusted his hips into her, sliding in and out of her.

Delilah pulled Drew in close to her, pressing her lips together against his over the gag. His cock was throbbing in the embrace of her hot wet pussy, enveloped in her slippery juices.

“Fuck,” she muttered in between shallow breaths. Drew buried his face in her breasts as he thrusted his hips furiously. Beads of sweat dripped down into her cleavage.

She pulled him in closer to her, flexing her hips, taking him deeper inside of her. Her body was trembling. He bit down on his gag as he pressed his lips together over it.

Delilah felt a warm tingling wave radiating throughout her body. She moaned euphorically as an intense feeling of pleasure began to build and build. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!”

“Mmmpphh! Mmmppph!” was all he could manage with the gag tied tightly in his mouth as he beckoned her to cum with him.
She whimpered as the tingly feeling stimulating her body rocketed into a sudden burst of intense pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” she cried.

“Mmmmpphh!” He grunted into his gag, his cock pulsing as her pussy enclosed around it throughout each thrust deep inside of her. The two both moaned together as Drew began to cum long and hard inside of her.

Drew could feel her chest rising and falling against his, her breasts pressed up against him. She panted and whimpered, breathing rhythmically as he grunted and groaned into his gag, his cock still stuffed inside her tight wet pussy, her juices flowing over him.


To be continued…

Boundngagged75 wrote: 9 months ago To be continued…

Good. Because i'm bloody enjoying this!

Part 4:
Delilah and Drew stepped out of the back room, their clothes slightly rumpled and faces flushed with the lingering excitement of their clandestine encounter. They exchanged a quick, conspiratorial glance before attempting to blend back into the wedding reception, smoothing their outfits and composing themselves.

As they walked into the main hall, the festive atmosphere enveloped them, but it couldn’t mask the steely gaze of the bride, who stood near the edge of the dance floor. Her pristine white gown seemed to shimmer with an almost ethereal glow, but her eyes were dark with barely contained fury.

Delilah’s smile faltered as she noticed the bride’s intense stare. Drew, sensing the shift in the room’s energy, followed her gaze and swallowed hard, his carefree demeanor quickly evaporating.

The bride approached them, her movements graceful yet purposeful. She stopped just inches from Delilah, her voice calm but laced with a dangerous edge. “Enjoy your little adventure, Delilah?” she asked, her tone dripping with insinuation.

Delilah forced a nervous laugh, trying to play it off. “We were just… catching up,” she stammered, glancing at Drew for support.

The bride’s eyes flicked to Drew, her expression hardening. “Catching up, huh? Funny, because it seems like you two have been quite busy.” She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a tight, humorless smile.

Drew opened his mouth to speak, but the bride cut him off with a sharp look. “Save it. This is supposed to be my special day,” she hissed, her voice low and trembling with restrained anger. “I don’t need any more drama.”

Delilah nodded, her face pale. “Of course. We’re sorry.”
The bride took a deep breath, composing herself before turning away. “Just stay out of trouble,” she warned over her shoulder, her voice cold. “And try not to ruin anything else.” With that, she walked away, leaving Delilah and Drew standing in the aftermath of her stormy departure, their earlier exhilaration replaced with a heavy sense of guilt and foreboding.

Determined to make amends, Delilah followed the bride as she stormed through the reception hall, her heart pounding with guilt and anxiety. The bride’s white dress trailed elegantly behind her, but her rigid posture betrayed her anger. Just as Delilah was about to call out, two other bridesmaids, Megan and Kiara, appeared out of nowhere, their expressions unreadable.

Before Delilah could react, Megan clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make. “Not now, Delilah,” she whispered fiercely. Kiara grabbed Delilah’s arm, their grip firm as they swiftly guided her away from the main area and into a secluded corridor.

“Mmmpph!” Delilah’s eyes widened in shock, her muffled protests falling on deaf ears as the bridesmaids expertly maneuvered her through the winding hallways of the venue.

Looking forward to the next part.

40 plus denier wrote: 9 months ago Looking forward to the next part.

Eek! I was going to end it there.
If the people want more, perhaps I owe it to the people to find out what happens to poor Delilah.
I’ll make every effort to find the inspiration to continue on

I love to read this story, I hope you write more stories in the future

Roboticrobin20 wrote: 9 months ago I love to read this story, I hope you write more stories in the future

Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed it
I have several other stories too!
But if you enjoyed this one, perhaps I can continue with a second part

Same for me... for waiting next part of this really nice story!

Glovedgirllover wrote: 8 months ago Same for me... for waiting next part of this really nice story!

@Glovedgirllover I’ve been meaning to revisit this one. Let’s see if I can’t find the inspiration and creativity for a chapter 2