Stories of Tie Up Games

Mark and I walked into my apartment together after a long day of work.

I wore a silky blouse in deep emerald green. My pencil skirt, black and sleek, fell just below my knees, and I paired it with classic black high heels that made my legs look longer and more elegant.

My hair was styled in soft waves, and my makeup was fresh but understated, just enough to give me a polished look.

Mark glanced at me with a smirk. “Ready to settle that bet?”

I turned to him, feigning reluctance with a playful smile. “I suppose I am.”

Mark and I are colleagues and we made a deal: if my team lost, I'd let him tie me up.

I led him to my living room where I had left my toolbox with all the ropes we would have to use for this challenge.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” I said, trying to sound casual.

I told Mark exactly how to tie the knots: secure but not too tight. I wanted them snug enough to make me feel restrained but not so tight that they cut off my circulation. I explained how to wrap the rope around my wrists, crossing it in a way that would keep my hands firmly bound but still comfortable.

Mark listened closely, nodding as I spoke. He then took the rope and began joining my wrists together behind my back. The ropes felt firm but not painful against my skin. He wrapped the rope around my wrists four times, securing them closely. Then he added two more wraps in the middle to ensure they stayed tight but not too tight.

“Perfect,” I said, my voice steady as I tested the bonds. I twisted my wrists slightly, feeling the ropes press gently against my skin. “Just like that.”
With my hands bound behind me, I wiggled and shifted on purpose. I twisted my wrists to make the ropes rub against me playfully. My pencil skirt stretched slightly as I shifted, the fabric whispering against my legs.

My attempts to free myself felt more like a dance than a real struggle. I twisted and turned with exaggerated grace. I looked at him over my shoulder. “Oh, come on,” I said. “You really think this is going to keep me down?”

As I continued my dramatic show, Mark’s touch lingered on the ropes, his fingers occasionally brushing against my skin. His curious caresses were gentle but deliberate, making sure the bonds were secure yet comfortable. He watched intently, clearly enjoying the playful struggle.


With my wrists bound behind me, I watched Mark approach with a black leather collar from my toolbox. I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. “Oh, so we’re doing this now?”

He smiled and held the collar up. “You lost the bet.”

I said: “Do we really have to? I’m already tied up, isn’t that enough?”

Mark’s expression was firm. “It’s not up for discussion. Now, get down and kneel.”

I hesitated, but the look in his eyes told me he wasn't asking. Slowly, I knelt down, my pencil skirt stretching slightly as I moved.

Mark carefully looped the collar around my neck. The cool leather felt snug against my skin. I gave him a cheeky smile, still playing reluctant.

As he adjusted the collar, I wriggled my shoulders. The silk of my blouse caressing my body with each slight movement. My wavy hair fell around my face.

“Really, Mark?” I said with a teasing tone. “Is this absolutely necessary?”. He stayed silent.


He was now standing behind me with his hands on my shoulder. I wriggle trying to escape his grip, but he only tightened his hold, grabbing a fistful of my hair.

I arched my back, adjusting to the pull, but his grip kept me steady. He tugged gently on my hair, making me lean back slightly.

I wriggled again. “You’re really taking this seriously. Maybe I should’ve lost more bets, Mark.”

He stepped closer, his breath warm against my neck. “I’m just making sure you remember this one.”

I gave him a teasing glance. “Oh, I’ll remember. Especially if you keep this up.”

His hands moved to gather my hair again. He stepped back and grinned. “Got something to tie your hair up?”

“In my purse,” I replied.

He pulled out a lace, swiftly gathering my hair into a sleek ponytail. “Much better,” he said, his touch both firm and teasing.

My ponytail swayed with each little move, brushing against my back. “You know, Mark,” I started, my tone playful, “I’m still the senior one at the office. Shouldn’t you be the one on your knees?”

He smirked, not missing a beat. “Not tonight,” he said, reaching down to grip my shoulders again.

I wriggled, trying to shake off his hands. “Oh, please. Remember that time I caught you mixing up those reports? You looked so flustered; I thought you were going to pass out,” I said with a bratty laugh.

Mark chuckled, his grip tightening as he began to lift me. “And now look at you,” he replied. “All tied up at my mercy.”

I resisted, making him work for it, but he was stronger, and despite my squirming, he pulled me to my feet.

He walked me over to the nearby table, each step making my heels click against the floor. I tried to slow him down, dragging my feet a little, but he was determined.

Mark lifted me onto the table, and I landed on my stomach, feeling the cool surface against my skin. My heart pounded as he grabbed a length of rope and started tying my ankles together. I squirmed, trying to shift my weight, but the ropes only tightened more.

He moved to tie the rope above my knees, pulling it snug. I wriggled harder, twisting my hips, trying to free myself, but the ropes were tight and unyielding.

He took another rope and began linking my ankles to my wrists. I gasped as the rope pulled tight, drawing my legs and arms into a tight hogtie.

My movements became more frantic, and I twisted my body, trying to find some way to ease the pressure. “You know, you could’ve just asked me to sit still,” I said, my voice still teasing.

He adjusted the rope, making sure it was securely fastened.

Mark stepped back, admiring his handiwork. My ponytail brushed against the table as I shifted, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Alright, alright,” I said with a playful grin. “I get it. You’ve made your point.”

I enjoyed reading this one. Sounds like you had a good time! Winning isn´t everything; losing has its perks.

Great story, I wonder if she lost the bet on purpose.

What a fun story, all mark needed to do was find something to occupy that bratty mouth to make it perfect.

Oh, you’re daring! Mention those reports again, and he may never let you out!

That was a lot of fun to read…glad you both had fun. Hope to hear more!

Nice story, thank you for sharing. After reading, I'd be interested to know how such bet came on the table...

lovely! Very enjoyable read! Good length, too.

Did anything else happen? It sounds like it ended too soon. Not even a gag yet.

Loved reading this, sounded like a lot of fun
I definitely haven't thrown a bet before to be tied up for losing

Part 2

Mark stood back, I was still lying on my stomach, wrists and ankles tightly bound in a hogtie. I wiggled slightly, testing the ropes again, but it was clear I wasn't going anywhere.

He walked around the table slowly, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes landed on my high heels. “You know,” he said, “these heels are a bit much for someone in your position.”

I glared at him playfully. “Don't you dare,” I warned.

Mark ignored me and moved closer. His fingers grazed the side of my shoe, sending a shiver up my leg. He carefully gripped the heel and, with a slow, deliberate motion, pulled the first shoe off.

My foot felt strange, exposed. I wiggled my toes instinctively. Without the sharp height of my heel, my legs didn’t look as sleek.

He repeated the process, sliding the second shoe off just as slowly, making sure I felt every second of it. I flexed my toes again, the feeling of being barefoot in my professional outfit made me feel even more out of place.

Mark leaned down close to my face. “maybe I just like seeing you like this. Barefoot and helpless.”

He just smiled, his fingers brushing the top of my foot, sending a small shiver up my leg. “Maybe” he said simply.

I shifted again, feeling more vulnerable than before.

Without a word, Mark gently touched the sole of my foot. I jerked instinctively. The moment his fingers brushed against my skin, I felt a jolt of ticklish sensation shoot up my leg.

The sensation was overwhelming. I bit my lip, trying to hold back, but within seconds, I couldn’t help myself. Laughter burst from my lips uncontrollably.

“H-Hey! Stop!” I managed to gasp between giggles, but Mark didn’t stop. He just smiled, clearly enjoying my reaction. His fingers moved faster, dancing over my soles, under my toes, and along the sides of my feet. Every touch made me squirm more, but with the hogtie, I could barely move.

“You’re very ticklish, aren’t you?” he said.

I tried to respond, but the laughter took over. I was giggling uncontrollably now, my body writhing on the table, trying to escape the tickling.

“Not so powerful now,” Mark teased. His fingers kept moving, tickling the most sensitive spots on my feet, making me laugh harder and harder. Tears of laughter formed in my eyes as I struggled to catch my breath.

Finally, he paused, giving me a moment to gasp for air. “Alright,” he said, standing back up and looking down at me with a grin. “I’ll stop… if you admit something.”

I blinked up at him, still catching my breath. “What?” I asked, my voice breathless from giggling.

He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. “Admit that you’re my slave now,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

I glared at him with my hands behing tied behind my back. “No way,” I said. “I’m still your boss.”

Mark sighed, pretending to be disappointed. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, reaching into the toolbox and pulling out a ball gag.

“No, no, no!” I protested, wriggling on the table again. “You don’t need that!”

“Oh, I think I do,” Mark said, smirking. “You’re making way too much noise.”

He held the gag up to my lips, but I clenched my mouth shut, shaking my head back and forth. I wasn’t going to make this easy for him.

Mark chuckled, clearly enjoying the challenge. “Alright, if that’s how you want to play it.”

He moved closer, one hand gently holding my chin as the other brought the gag closer. I squirmed, twisting my head side to side, making it hard for him to get the gag in place.

He used his fingers to tickle my side, catching me off guard. My body jolted in response, and a surprised giggle slipped out. Before I could stop him, he quickly pushed the ball gag between my lips.

I tried to resist, but he was faster. I wriggled, but Mark was determined. He pulled the straps tight behind my head, securing the gag firmly in place.

“There we go,” he said with satisfaction, stepping back to admire his work. “Much quieter now.”

I mumbled something behind the gag, but the words were lost in the muffled sound. I tugged at the ropes, frustrated. My ponytail swayed as I tried to shift, but Mark’s confident grin told me he was in complete control.

Nice second chapter, well written.
Waiting for the next part

nice continuation

laz wrote: 7 months ago nice continuation

Thank you

slackywacky wrote: 7 months ago Nice second chapter, well written.
Waiting for the next part

Working on it
Any guess to what might have happened?

Loving this story

Madame_du_Barry wrote: 5 months ago Any guess to what might have happened?

I'll wait for the next chapter and be pleasantly surprised

This is such an enjoyable read! Great job and can't wait to read the next part