Stories of Tie Up Games

This story, of all the ones I will tell on here, has by far the shortest build-up. It took place one day when I was 13 years old. My parent were out, so it was just myself, my older brother Henry, and my little sister Ashley at home. I was relaxing in bed, reading a book, when there was a knock at my bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I asked, even though that was a pretty stupid question given the circumstances. Henry and I shared a room, so he would never knock.

"It's Ashley," came my sister's voice.

I was fairly engrossed in my book at the time (one of the Hardy Boys mystery), so I was pretty dismissive of her. "What do you want?" I asked.

"I'm bored," she responded. "Wanna be my slave?"

I instinctively shot out of bed, dropping the book without even bothering to mark my spot. I practically flew to the door, pausing to compose myself so I wouldn't seem too eager. However, when I opened it to find Ashley standing there with a length of rope already in hand, my excitement took over.

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed, beaming broadly.

Ashley gave me a smirk and told me to extend my hands toward her. She began to wind the rope around my wrists, passing it over and through until I was sufficiently secured. Leaving a length of it trailing ahead of me, she knotted it in place and then tugged on the extra, pulling my arms toward her.

"Alright, prisoner!" she scoffed. "Come along now!"

I couldn't help but smile. I loved being called a prisoner (still do to this day). My heart raced as my sister marched me along behind me, leading me by the leash of sorts that bound my wrists. My head was filled with delight as she led me all throughout the house, as if parading me for the world to see. Eventually, she pulled me downstairs with her to where Henry was sitting at his computer.

"Good day, sir," Ashley addressed him formally.

Henry turned around to look at us. I gave him a sheepish wave with my bound hands, and he shook his head. "Captured again, Jeff?"

"Yup!" I declared happily.

"Quiet fool," snapped Ashley, getting into the character of an evil captor. "You're my prisoner, and I don't want to hear you talk!"

Once again my heart lept at being called a prisoner. But I stayed in character and sneered back. "Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?"

I knew what she was going to do about it. So did Ashley, so did Henry, so does probably everyone reading this story. But it was all part of the game, and this was our way of asking permission. Me prompting her with my challenge was the same as me consenting to be gagged, and we both knew it. Ashley smiled gleefully and pulled a bandana from her pocket, tying it into my mouth.

Henry gave a laugh at my predicament and jabbed my ribs with his fingers. This tickled me and I reacted by pulling back, which only encouraged him even more. As he advanced with fingers outstretched, Ashley pulled me back by the ropes that bound me.

"Enough!" she barked. "He's MY prisoner, not yours!"

"Oh yeah?" retorted Henry. "How much do you want for him?"

My eyes grew wide. I had never been held captive by Henry without his friends or my parents around, so I had no idea what he would have in store for me. I turned to Ashley with a look that I hoped would communicate my feelings to her.

"He's not for sale," she replied, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "The only way you can have him is if you take ME captive too!"

I frowned. What was she thinking? Henry was bigger and stronger than her, and very capable of overpowering her if he wanted to. My brother scowled and opened up his desk drawer, revealing some rope he had stashed in there.

"Fine, have it your way," he said gruffly, and then it dawned on me. This was part of Ashley's plan. She wanted to be held captive too. I knew she had liked being captured at some point in time but our games of late were always her tying me up, so I figured she had grown out of it. It had never occurred to me that perhaps Henry was giving her the chance to be tied up, while I was giving her the chance to be more dominant.

I looked at my sister with a newfound sense of respect as I watched her get tied up by our brother. Her wrists were bound in front of her like mine, and then she opened her mouth to accept the gag. She gave me a wink as Henry hustled both of us off.

We prisoners were marched into the basement below Henry's computer room, where stood two poles some distance from each other. Henry guided us each to one pole, and ordered us to sit down. I was unsure what he had in store as he got out two more lengths of rope.

Henry gently laid Ashley down on her back and pulled the ropes tying her hands until they were stretching out her arms and anchored them to the pole across from me. Then he took one of the other ropes and used it to bind her feet, then tether them to the pole by where I was sitting.

I watched all this with delight, enjoying my sister's captivity. When it was my turn, I simply reveled in the complete loss of control as I was stretched out, pole to pole, with my head down by Ashley's feet and my feet by her head.

Having securely bound us, Henry stood up to admire his handiwork. I tugged against my bonds, but they held tight. Ashley wriggled and squirmed, but it seemed to be more for show than a genuine escape attempt. After a few moments, we lay still, red-faced and breathing heavily.

Henry grinned down at his two helpless captives. "Okay, then. It's torture time!"

What a fantastic start, I can't wait to read the rest !!

I looked up at my brother with both fear and anticipation. Not knowing what torture meant for him, this could possibly end up being very awful or very fun. As he extended his fingers, it became quickly obvious to me what I was in for, and then he jammed them into my sides, my whole body exploding with the tickling sensation.

I flopped around, laughing under my gag as Henry sent jolt after jolt of tickling energy through my nerves. After about a minute, he paused and I was left panting as he moved over to Ashley and began her treatment. Her cries were muffled by her gag, but they still sounded very shriek-like.

This went on for several minutes, with Henry going back and forth between each of us. Then finally he stepped back and said "I'll be back" and then left the room. As soon as he was gone, I pulled and strained against my bonds in a panic, and to my shock, I felt the tightness around my wrists slacken slightly.

With a twist of my hands, I managed to pull them free and then untied my feet. Removing my gag, I dashed over to Ashley and pulled her bandana out. "Don't worry, sis, I'm getting you out," I said, like some kind of an action hero.

"No wait!" she called out, and I paused, curious. "You can leave me here."

"Huh?" I asked.

"Yeah, I like being Henry's prisoner," she admitted, blushing a bit.

"Really?"

"Mmhmm. My friends never torture me properly like he does."

I was speechless. I liked being captured a lot, but the lack of "proper" torture was part of why I thought it was fun. I frowned at my captive sister. "So you want the gag back in?"

"Yes please!"

"Suit yourself," I shrugged, replacing the gag. I turned to go, but then I froze. Here was a rare opportunity. My sister who had so frequently been my captor bound and at my mercy. A spot for revenge.

I turned back, and I think Ashley could see the wicked glint in my eye, because she started to pull and struggle against the ropes. I adopted my best villain voice as I approached her. "You like torture?" I growled, "well get a load of this."

I went in for the kill. In this case, the kill was all of her ticklish spots. Ashley thrashed like nobody's business, but Henry had tied her up too well and she wasn't going anywhere. I gleefully tickled her over and over again, taking great pleasure in how red her face was getting.

Then, suddenly, she started to gasp as if she was having trouble breathing. My face must've gone white as I panicked and quickly untied the gag from her mouth. "Are you okay?" I asked, genuinely worried.

Ashley took in a few deep breaths, not saying anything. Then she looked me dead in the eye and got a sly smile on her face. "Help!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.

I had been played. There was no way around it. I quickly replaced the gag and turned to run, but it was too late. Henry stood at the top of the stairs with a very serious look on his face.

"Going somewhere?" he asked.

"N-n-no," I stammered out, kicking myself for not getting away when I had the chance.

"I don't believe you," stated Henry. "You were trying to escape. And escape attempts must be punished!" And with that, Henry lept at me.

I tried to run, but he caught up to me quickly, throwing his arms around me in such a way that my own arms were pinned to my side. I pulled and struggled, but he held on like a vice, and I soon gave up, offering no resistance as he lowered me back to the ground and then bound me hand and foot like before. The gag was replaced, and I was at his mercy once more.

And as for mercy, he showed none. He tickled my feet my neck, my sides, my armpits. He tickled me for 2-3 minutes at a time, sometimes sitting directly on top of me as he did. His tickles were so intense that I genuinely thought my lungs would burst at some point. But of course, they did not, and eventually he released both Ashley and myself, then went back to his game.

Ashley came over to me with a smile. "That was fun!" she exclaimed.

"I guess so," I grumbled, still not sure about this whole tickle torture thing. I started to head towards my room, but then Ashley called out.

"Where are you going?' she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She looked me in the eye. "The day isn't over yet. You're still my slave."

This caused me to break out in a smile. I turned around, putting my hands behind my back eagerly, and she bound me once more. The rest of the day was less eventful; I sat in my little sister's room tied up while she played with her stuffed animals and made up stories with them.

But it was a fun rainy day, and one I saw a different side of both my siblings. It was a day I would not soon forget.

Did you get to "torture" her for another time?

great read, and I bet Ashley enjoyed every second of you being re-tied and tickled tortured

Loved it! Great story! Looks like you three had lots of
fun!

rjroper wrote: 8 months ago great read, and I bet Ashley enjoyed every second of you being re-tied and tickled tortured

Yeah, definitely. Definitely satisfying to watch someone who betrayed you get their comeuppance!

Canuck100 wrote: 8 months ago Loved it! Great story! Looks like you three had lots of
fun!

Thanks! We had some good times in childhood.