Stories of Tie Up Games

Julie had been Andrew's mother's best friend since high school. They had lost touch for a few years, but after a chance encounter at the local grocery store, their friendship had been quickly rekindled. Now, with Andrew's parents jetting off on a second honeymoon to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary, it was only natural that they'd ask Julie to look after their only son for the month they'd be away.

Julie, a single mother of three grown children, had plenty of room in her spacious suburban house. She was more than happy to have Andrew stay with her. Little did she know, though, that Andrew had been harboring a peculiar fascination with bondage and the sensation of being tickled. He had stumbled upon this kink by accident, when a schoolyard prank had gone too far. Since then, he had been secretly exploring his newfound desires, mostly through online forums and stories that fueled his imagination.

In the quiet of his temporary room, Andrew spent hours scrolling through page after page of bondage tales on his phone. The thought of being completely at someone's mercy, unable to escape their tickling touch, sent shivers down his spine. His eyes were glued to the screen, taking in every detail of the scenarios played out before him. He could almost feel the ropes biting into his wrists and ankles, the helplessness, and the thrill of the unknown.

Julie, on the other hand, went about her daily routine, blissfully unaware of Andrew's secret obsession. She had noticed him stealing glances at her feet more often than usual, but chalked it up to adolescent curiosity. Her toes wiggled in their bare state under the kitchen table as she read through emails on her laptop, the sun casting a warm glow on her skin. The cool tiles felt good under her soles, especially when she was wearing nothing but her favorite short skirt and sheer black tights.

One evening, as Andrew sat in the living room engrossed in yet another online bondage story, Julie walked in wearing a pair of those tights, her high heels clicking against the floor. She quickly kicked her shoes off and sat down putting her nylon feet up on the coffee table crossing her ankles and wiggling her toes. She had just come back from a long day at work, and the sight of Andrew's eyes lingering on her feet made her smile. She had always taken pride in her well-maintained, attractive feet and the way they looked in her professional attire.

Andrew's heart raced as he took in the sight of Julie's feet, the sheer material of her tights hugging her ankles and revealing the delicate arches of her feet. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to feel those smooth soles against his own, to be bound by her and at her mercy. The stories he read had become increasingly intense, and his mind was now a whirlwind of tantalizing scenarios.

Julie looked up from her phone and noticed Andrew's gaze still lingering on her feet. She had felt his eyes on her many times, and she had a sneaking suspicion about his newfound interest in her feet. With a knowing smile, she decided to play along. "Andrew, sweetie, could you be a dear and make us some tea before I start dinner?" she asked, her voice laden with a hint of mischief.

Andrew's eyes snapped up to meet hers, a mix of excitement and apprehension flickering across his face. He nodded trotted to the kitchen, his own bare feet slapping on the tiled floor. As he rummaged through the cabinets for the tea bags, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. The idea of returning to the living room and seeing Julie's stockinged feet on the table was thrilling. Was this really happening? He wondered if he was dreaming, but the ping of the timer he’d set to brew tea brought him back to reality.

When Andrew returned with the tea, his eyes widened to see that Julie had peeled her tights off, her bare feet now resting on the glossy wooden table surface. Her toes were painted a vibrant shade of red that matched her hair, and they looked so soft and inviting as she stretched and flexed her soles. He couldn't help but stare as he carefully set the steaming mug down on the coaster in front of her.

Julie took a sip of her tea, watching Andrew over the rim of the mug with an amused twinkle in her eye. She knew she had his attention now. "Thank you, dear," she said, her voice low and velvety. "You know, I've noticed you've been looking at my feet a lot lately. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Andrew's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as he tried to look anywhere but at her feet. He stuttered out a denial, but the way his eyes kept darting back to her toes betrayed his interest. "N-no, it's just... I don't know, they're just nice," he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly with nervousness before he ran out of the room and upstairs to his room.

Julie couldn't help but chuckle to herself. She had suspected something was up with the boy, but this was more than she had anticipated. She had seen the way he looked at her feet and the way his eyes had widened when she mentioned his staring. The thought of his innocent fascination with her feet played through her mind. She had never been one to judge, and a mischievous idea began to form.

After placing the stew she was making in the oven to simmer, she decided to check her emails. Walking over to the laptop on the kitchen counter, she found it open to a series of tabs that made her eyebrows rise. The pages were filled with images of people tied up in various states of undress, all of them barefoot. Some were men and women bound by other women, others were women tied by men, but all had one thing in common: the captives were barefoot. It was clear Andrew had a particular kink, and she couldn't help but feel a little thrill at the idea of indulging it.

Julie called Andrew down for dinner, her mind racing with the revelation of his secret. He emerged from his room, in his jeans, red T-shirt and barefoot as earlier, and took his seat at the dining table. The air between them was charged with an unspoken tension as they both pretended not to know what the other knew. Throughout the meal, she made a point to let her bare toes brush against his several times, watching his reactions closely. Each time, she saw his body stiffen slightly, his eyes widening before darting back to his plate. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

Finally, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she reached out her foot and placed it gently on top of his, pressing her arch against the top of his foot. "Andrew," she began, her voice calm and measured, "I think we need to talk about what I found on the laptop." She watched as his face turned a brighter shade of red than she had ever seen before, his eyes growing wide with fear and arousal. He had been caught, and there was no going back.

Julie took a deep breath and continued, "I want you to know that I'm not mad, but I am surprised. And, I have to admit, a little intrigued." She withdrew her foot, but the tension between them remained palpable. "What I found is... different, but I'm not here to judge you. I just want to make sure you're okay."

Andrew looked up at her, his eyes shimmering with hope. He had been so worried she would be disgusted or angry, but her calm demeanor was a relief. "I just... I don't know why I like it," he confessed, his voice quivering. "It's just something that... I can't explain."

Julie leaned in closer, her expression thoughtful. "Well, it's definitely not something most 14-year-old boys are into," she said gently. "But I've learned that everyone has their own tastes. And if it's something you enjoy in a safe and consensual way, then who am I to say it's wrong?"

Andrew looked at her with a mix of shock and gratitude. "R-really?" he stuttered. "You wouldn't tell anyone?"

Julie reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Of course not, Andrew. Your secrets are safe with me. But I want you to understand that this is something you should only explore when you're with someone you trust completely. And if you ever want to talk about it or... experience it in a controlled environment, I'm here for you."

The conversation lingered over dinner, with Andrew sharing more about his kink and the thrill it brought him. Julie listened intently, her curiosity growing. She knew she had to tread carefully given Andrew’s age, but the idea of helping him explore his desires in a way that was both safe and pleasurable was strangely appealing. After they had cleared the dishes and Andrew had helped her load the dishwasher, she took him into the living room and sat him down on the couch.

"Andrew," she began, "I can see how much this means to you, and I want you to feel comfortable here. So, if you'd like, I could... help you with your little obsession." She paused, watching his reaction. His eyes grew wide, and he swallowed hard. "But only if it's something you truly want and understand the implications of."

Andrew nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I would like that, Julie."

Julie's eyes sparkled with excitement and she took a step closer to him. "Good," she said, her voice low and soothing. "But remember, this is just for fun, and if you ever feel uncomfortable, you just say the safe word “carrot” and I'll untie you immediately, no questions asked."

Andrew nodded eagerly, his heart racing as he took in her words. The thought of being tied up by someone who actually knew about his kink was exhilarating. He had only ever experimented with self-bondage before, so the idea of someone else being in control was both thrilling and terrifying.

They talked for a while longer, with Julie explaining that she had a bit of experience with bondage and knew how to keep things safe and enjoyable. She emphasized the importance of communication and consent, making sure Andrew understood that he could stop the play at any time.

After dinner, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the house was bathed in the soft glow of the lamplight, Julie stood up from the couch and stretched. "Alright, Andrew, if you're serious about this, then I have a surprise for you," she said with a mischievous smile.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat as she sauntered out to the hallway, returning a few seconds later with several coils of white nylon rope. His eyes widened in astonishment as she dangled it in front of him. "This isn't just for tying up packages," she said, her voice dripping with innuendo. "But if you want to experience the thrill of being tied up, I'll need you to be completely honest with me. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

Julie's offer hung in the air like a ripe fruit, tantalizingly within reach but still untouched. Andrew nodded, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Yes, please." The word seemed to echo through the room, and in that moment, the dynamic between them shifted. He felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he watched her approach him with the rope.

Julie could see the anticipation in Andrew's eyes as she began to tie his wrists together behind his back. She moved with a gentle confidence that put him at ease, looping the rope in a way that was secure but not painful. Her touch was firm yet tender as she worked, her eyes never leaving his face as she monitored his reaction to every tug and pull.

"Remember, Andrew, if it ever feels too much, just say 'carrot', and I'll stop," she whispered into his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "I want this to be a positive experience for you."

Julie knelt down in front of Andrew, her skirt rising just enough to give him a glimpse of her bare thighs. She took his left foot in her hands, her thumbs gently caressing the arch of his foot before she put the right one next to it and began to wrap the rope around his ankles. Each loop tightened the coil, binding his feet together in a gentle yet firm embrace. She took her time cinching the coils tight, enjoying the way his breath hitched and his eyes followed her every movement.

"Does that feel okay?" she asked, her voice a purr as she looked up at him. Andrew nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He could feel the warmth of her skin as she worked, and the scent of her perfume filled his nostrils. It was an intoxicating mix of power and vulnerability that had him more turned on than he had ever been.

Julie finished tying his ankles and then began to tickle the bottom of his feet with the tips of her fingers. "You're my prisoner now," she giggled, her red hair cascading down her back as she leaned in closer. "You can't run away from me now."

Andrew squirmed in his seat, the sensation of her nails lightly grazing his sensitive skin making him giggle uncontrollably. "Please, no more," he begged, but his eyes told a different tale.

“Just say “carrot” if you want me to stop.” She said in a low purr.

Julie moved closer to Andrew, her eyes glinting with mischief as she continued to trace her fingers along the sensitive soles of his feet. She knew the effect her touch had on him, and she reveled in the power she held. "Your feet are so ticklish," she murmured, watching as he squirmed in his seat, trying to pull away from her touch. "But remember, you can't stop me now. You're all tied up."

Andrew's breath came in shallow gasps as her fingers danced over his feet, eliciting peals of laughter that filled the quiet room. The feeling of the ropes biting into his skin was exhilarating, the tightness around his wrists and ankles serving as a constant reminder of his submission to her. "Please," he giggled, his voice high with excitement. "You're too good at this, Julie."

Julie's smile grew wider as she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his skin. "Do you want me to stop?" she asked, pausing her tickling to give him a chance to answer.

Andrew's eyes widened in surprise at the question. The sensations were overwhelming, but he found himself craving more. "No," he gasped out, his voice strained with arousal. "Tie me tighter."

Julie raised an eyebrow at his response, but the excitement in his voice was unmistakable. She had never seen someone so eager to be at her mercy, especially not someone as young and innocent as Andrew. With a knowing smile, she began to add ropes above and below his knees, the tension increasing with each loop she added. Andrew grinned and pleaded “My arms too please.”

Julie moved behind him on the couch, taking his arms and bringing his elbows closer together With deft movements, she wound the rope around his upper arms, cinching and tying them together with a secure knot.

Andrew's chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths as he felt the ropes tighten around his body. "Julie," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Could you tie my arms to my back?"

Julie's smile grew even more mischievous as she took the rope and began to wind it around his torso, looping it under his arms and then over his shoulders and round his chest linking it to his shoulder binds. She took care to avoid causing discomfort, but the result was a snug, restrictive embrace that made Andrew's heart race even faster. "Is this what you had in mind?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Andrew nodded vigorously, his breath hitching as she worked. The feeling of being bound so tightly was more intense than he had ever imagined. The rope dug into his flesh, but the sensation was one of thrilling restraint rather than pain. He felt exposed and vulnerable, yet incredibly aroused by the situation. “My hands too.” He asked his voice audibly excited.

Julie complied, looping the rope around his wrists and then pulling them back so that his palms pressed against his back. She then wove the rope around his waist annchori it to his belt loops on his jeans, creating a beautiful lattice of knots that made his heart race even more. "Is that good, Andrew?" she whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

Andrew nodded, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. "Yes," he breathed. "Now, tickle me again please.”

Julie resumed her tickling, her fingers moving from his feet up to his sides, which were now even more exposed thanks to his bound arms. She watched as his body reacted to her touch, his muscles tensing and releasing with each giggle that escaped his lips. She took her time, enjoying the power she held over him and the way he squirmed in his seat.

Andrew's laughter grew louder as she tickled him mercilessly, his body writhing against the ropes that held him in place. He had never felt so alive, so utterly at the mercy of someone else's whims. He could feel ropes tight around his body, straining against his restraints, and the knowledge that Julie could see his reaction only made him more aroused. "Please, stop," he begged, his voice breathless.

Julie sat cross-legged in front of him, her bare feet wiggling too as she tickled his. The way his toes curled and his legs jerked in response was like a symphony to her, each giggle and squirm a note in a melody of pleasure she had never played before. She knew she had him right where he wanted to be, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction in fulfilling his desires.

Andrew's eyes grew wet with laughter as Julie's skilled fingers danced over his feet, finding all his most sensitive spots. She had a way of touching him that made his entire body react, sending waves of tickling torment through his veins. He had never felt so alive, so utterly consumed by the sensation of being tickled.

Julie could see the pleasure in his eyes, the way his body responded to her touch. She knew she had him exactly where he wanted to be. With a wicked smile, she began to tickle him even more vigorously, her nails lightly scratching his soles and sending him into paroxysms of laughter. Andrew's bound form jerked and twisted, his muffled cries of "stop" and "please" only serving to fuel her own amusement. She noticed he never said “carrot “. The one word which would make her stop.

Julie leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck as she whispered, "You're all mine now, Andrew. You can't escape my tickling fingers." The thrill of the power exchange was palpable, and Andrew could feel it coursing through him like an electrical current. He had never felt so alive, so utterly in the grip of someone else's whims.

Her hands danced up his calves, and Andrew's body responded with a series of jolts and spasms that only served to tighten the ropes around him. He felt the tension in the ropes across his chest and wrists as he struggled to escape the relentless tickling, his laughter turning into desperate gasps for air. “All tied up and helpless. That’s you. All tied up and I’m free to tickle you.”

“Please. Please.”gasped Andrew.

“What? Please tickle me more.” Teased Julie increasing the assault on his helpless bare feet.”
Andrew's eyes grew wide with surprise, and a fresh round of laughter bubbled out of him. The way she toyed with him, her words a mix of comfort and challenge, was intoxicating. He had never felt so vulnerable and yet so alive.

Julie's eyes twinkled with delight as she watched Andrew's reactions. She had never seen someone so responsive to tickling, especially in such a vulnerable position. "Do you really want me to stop?" she asked, her voice teasing as she paused her tickling.

Andrew's eyes searched hers for a moment, the question hanging in the air. He took a deep breath, his heart racing as he considered his answer. Despite the intensity of his laughter, the desperate need for it to stop, he found himself nodding. "Yes," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.

Julie leaned back, her hands moving away from his feet. The sudden cessation of tickling left Andrew feeling oddly empty, the absence of sensation almost as intense as the pleasure had been. He took deep, ragged breaths, his body still quivering with the aftermath of his laughter. "Remember, Andrew," she said softly, "If you ever want me to stop, just say 'carrot'. That's our safe word, okay?"

“Never, never. You’ll never break me!” exclaimed Andrew through his giggles, his voice filled with a mix of challenge and excitement.

Julie chuckled, her own feet wiggling in response to the thrill of their game. “We’ll see about that,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in closer, her fingers poised to resume their tickling assault. “But I’m going to have to gag you to stop you complaining. Do you want to be gagged?” Her voice was full of mischief.

Andrew's heart skipped a beat at the thought. He had read about gags in his stories, and seen thousands of videos and pictures of men and women gagged. The idea of being silenced while she tickled him was incredibly hot. He nodded, his breathing still ragged from his earlier laughter.

Julie smirked and stood up, her bare feet slapping on the wooden floor as she headed into the kitchen. She returned with a balled up cloth in one hand, a roll of tape in the other "Open up," she said, her tone still playful but with an underlying seriousness that sent shivers down Andrew's spine. He opened his mouth, and she gently pushed the cloth in, wrapping tape over his mouth and going behind his head so that it fit snugly over his mouth.

The sudden muffling of his voice and the feeling of the cloth against his teeth was strange and exhilarating. He nodded, signaling his acceptance, and watched as she took her place back on the floor in front of him, his feet once again within reach. The ropes around his wrists and ankles felt even tighter now that he was gagged, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against his skin adding to the sensation of his restraint.

Julie's eyes searched his, looking for any signs of fear or discomfort, but all she saw was a flicker of excitement. "Remember, Andrew," she said, her voice softer now that she knew he was okay with their new level of play. "If you need me to stop, just say 'carrot'. That's all you have to do."

Andrew nodded again, his eyes wide and eager above the gag. Julie couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at his trust in her, his willingness to submit to her whims. She took his foot in her hand again and began to tickle him once more, her fingers moving in a pattern that she knew would drive him wild.

The tickling was relentless, and Andrew's muffled giggles filled the room. His body jerked and twitched in response, the ropes holding him in place creaking slightly with each movement. His eyes watered and his face turned red as he fought against the urge to scream with laughter, the gag muffling his cries.

Julie sat up on the couch, then told Andrew to slide onto the floor. She helped him move, watching his bound form writhe and squirm as he slid to the floor. She had never felt so powerful, so in control. The sight of him, at her mercy, was incredibly arousing. She took a moment to admire her handiwork, the ropes that crisscrossed his body leaving him utterly helpless to her tickling.

With a knowing smile, she placed one bare foot on his chest, pressing down gently. "You like my feet don't you?" she purred, watching his eyes widen and his body tense up. Andrew nodded frantically, his muffled sounds of assent clear even through the gag. "I thought so," she said with a wink, her bare toes curling slightly as she felt his body react to her touch.

Julie took her other foot and lifted the hem of Andrew's shirt, her toes grazing his tummy lightly. "Now, let's see how much you can handle," she said, her eyes gleaming. She began to tickle him again, her toes wiggling on his tummy. She moved her other foot to his face, her toes tightening and pinching then releasing his nose.

Andrew's eyes widened in shock and pleasure, his muffled giggles growing louder. The feeling of her soft, bare foot pressing down on his face while her other toes danced across his stomach was indescribable. He squirmed and writhed on the floor, trying to escape the tickling torment, but the ropes held him firmly in place.

“How do my feet smell?” Asked Julie with a wicked tint to her voice as she rubbed her toes on Andrew’s nose.

Andrew’s eyes grew wide with surprise at the question, and he took a tentative sniff. Her feet smelled faintly of lavender foot cream and the faint scent of her perfume mixed with a hint of sweat. She had been walking round the house and cooking barefoot for a couple of hours so there was also a thin film of grime over them. He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes glazed with desire. He had read about this in his fantasies but had never experienced it.

Julie leaned in closer, her toes now resting on his cheeks. "Do they smell good?" she murmured, her voice a gentle purr of approval. She began to trace the outline of his face with her toes, her touch feather-light but enough to send shivers down his spine. The feeling of her bare soles against his skin was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and he found himself craving more.

Andrew nodded vigorously, his eyes never leaving hers. He could feel his cheeks flushing with excitement as she began to rub her toes against his nose, her movements slow and deliberate. He took a deep breath through his nose, savoring the scent of her feet. It was a heady mix of sweetness and musk, and it only served to heighten his arousal.

Julie chuckled, watching his reaction. She switched the TV on and turned to a soap opera, her favorite guilty pleasure. She leaned back into the couch, placing her other foot on Andrew's chest. He was now pinned between her two bare feet, unable to move an inch. She began to rub her soles against his bare skin, feeling his body tense and relax beneath her.

The soap opera characters' dramatic lives unfolded on the screen, their melodramatic antics a stark contrast to the intimate scene playing out between Andrew and Julie. She wiggled her toes into his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh beneath her. She had never felt so in control, so powerful. The idea of him lying there, at her mercy, was intoxicating.

Andrew couldn't speak, couldn't move, but his eyes were wide with excitement, taking in every second of his newfound bondage experience. He could barely see anything but the blurry outline of Julie's legs and feet, and the floor around him, but he didn't need to see. He could feel the weight of her feet on his body, the softness of her soles as they moved against him.

Julie watched Andrew squirm, his body reacting to her touch with a mix of pleasure and desperation. She had never felt so in control before, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed it. She began to tickle his feet again, her own bare toes curling around his ankles as she laughed at his muffled protests. "You're so ticklish," she said, her voice filled with delight.

Andrew's eyes grew wide with excitement as he felt her foot pressing down on his face, her toes spreading out over his nose and mouth. He struggled against the ropes, trying to push her foot away, but it was futile. The more he struggled, the more she giggled, her foot moving slightly to allow him to breathe before returning to its place. The sensation was overwhelming, a strange mix of claustrophobia and pleasure that he had never felt before.

Her soap operas over for the night, Julie eased herself onto the floor next to Andrew. She stretched out next to him, so she could put her bare feet on his face whilst her fingers tickled his bare feet. The coolness of the floor was a stark contrast to the warmth of his body, and she couldn't resist the urge to explore him further. She placed her left foot over his mouth, her toes playing with the tape that kept the gag in place. With her right foot, she began to rub her sole against his cheek, her toes caressing his skin as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Julie's laughter filled the room as Andrew's body spasmed beneath her, his feet jerking in response to her tickling. She enjoyed watching his reaction, the way his toes curled and uncurled in response to her touch. She had never felt so powerful before, so in control of someone else's pleasure. It was a heady sensation, one that she found herself craving more of.

Julie continued to tickle his soles for the next ten minutes loving the way he jerked and giggled. “You can’t escape me.” She would tease. “You’re all tied up.” Andrew just squirmed an wriggled making muffled cries into the gag. Then she began to hear a certain sound.

“Aarrogg. Arrogant.”

“Oh my God that’s. CARROT!” Julie screamed, terrified she’d gone to far. She stopped Andrew’s torture immediately and jumped up beginning to peel the tape from his face. “I’m sorry. I’m soo sorry. I pushed you too far.l

Very soon the tale was off Andrew’s face and Julie pulled the sodden white sock out of his mouth. “It’s OK Julie. I just need to go to the toilet.”

Julie quickly began to untie the many roses restraining his arms and legs. “I’m so sorry. I should never have done this.”

“No. Please . I loved every minute of it. I just need the loo.”

“I’m so glad you had fun. But I think it’s enough for tonight.” She said as she released the last rope.

Fabulous story! I envy Andrew.

Fantastic, I envy him too

what an experience

Oh my God! I'm so into this story! I definitely need more!
Great job. Thanks for sharing.

Great one. Andrew is one lucky kid

Great story, I wish I was Andrew and you are my weekend TENDER CARE GIVER. For having to use the restroom Andrew should have to get fully dressed including his leather hiking boots. He needs to be wearing his boots while his ankles are tied together, . He needs to stay this way every weekend being tickled at all times. Andrew will get use to his weekend tie ups and start begging for more. Andrew is so lucky yo have a loving and caring teenage care giver .