Stories of Tie Up Games

After a long break we are back with Amber and her family playing tie up games.


The week after Amber discovered firstly her love of being tied up and secondly her family’s, life hit a strange rhythm. Mornings consisted of schoolwork, followed by a few texts etc to friends then by about 2pm she was bored and approached Kate asking to be tied up again. And Friday started no different.

Her grandmother, Kate, took a moment to consider the request. She knew that tonight was special because it was the end of Amber’s quarantine. It had been a tough few days for everyone, especially for Amber, who had missed her friends and her old life outside the confines of the house. It had been a strange coincidence that the monotony was broken by tie up games of all things. A part of Kate felt a bit guilty for introducing her to something so intense, but another part felt a strange kinship with her.

Amber waited impatiently, her heart racing. She had become obsessed with the feeling of restraint, the way it made her feel so alive yet so vulnerable at the same time. The anticipation was almost unbearable. “Gran. Can you tie me up again please.”

Kate nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She stood up from her lap top where she had just finished a zoom call for work, her smart purple silky blouse fluttering as she moved gracefully to the drawer where she kept the ropes. She had been preparing for this moment, her own curiosity piqued by the shared secret that had brought them closer together. Her faded jeans hugged her legs as she walked, her bare feet making almost no sound on the wooden floor. The casual attire below the waist contrasted with her smart work top, evenso there was something undeniably commanding about her presence.

Amber’s eyes widened as Kate pulled out a rope, a thrill rushing through her as she realised that the game was about to begin again.

“Hands behind your back Amber.” Kate said in a gentle but firm voice. Amber smiled as Kate’s nimble fingers began to weave a familiar pattern around her wrists and elbows; the soft fabric of her red t-shirt clung to her body as she was secured into place, the sensation of the rope tightening around her chest and stomach as her arms were pinned to her back sending shivers up her spine. Her denim shorts offered no protection from the coolness of the ropes as they snaked around her bare feet and legs.

Kate’s eyes searched Amber’s face for any sign of discomfort, but all she found was excitement. Satisfied that the knots were tight enough to hold but not too tight to cause pain, she gave a gentle tug and said, “Hop over to the rug, sweetie.” Amber obeyed eagerly, her bare feet making a soft thump as she jumped from the hard floor to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, unlit for several months now. The colourful threads of the Persian design looked softer than they felt under her bare feet, but it was the thrill of the challenge that had her smiling, not the sensation of the rug beneath her.

Once Amber had laid down, Kate took a seat beside her, turning her to face her. She began to tie her ankles to her wrists, taking care to keep the rope snug but not constricting. The warmth of Kate’s touch was surprisingly comforting, and Amber felt a strange mix of excitement and peace wash over her.

"Now, I don’t want to be disturbed," Kate murmured, her voice low and serious as she pulled a soft blindfold over Amber's eyes, blocking out the dim afternoon light. "I have some important work this afternoon. You'll have to be quiet and patient for me, okay. Before I gag you, are you sure you are comfortable and don’t need the toilet?"

Amber nodded vigorously, unable to contain her excitement. The addition of a blindfold and gag was usually the final part of her helplessness , and she felt a thrill at the increased sensory deprivation. Her grand mother eased a roll of moist cloth into her mouth before holding her hair out of the way and wrapping silver tape three times round her head, sealing her lips. Finally she tied a thick black silk scarf over Amber’s eves.

Amber could hear Kate moving around the room, the sound of drawers opening and closing, the rustle of paper, and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway and the tapping of keys on her laptop. Her imagination ran wild with possibilities of what her grandmother could be planning.

Kate returned with a set of earphones, which she gently eased into Amber’s ears, filling her with a comforting silence. “Just to keep you company and make sure you don’t miss out on your favorite tunes while I work.” She whispered with a wink before pressing play on a device.

The sweet symphony of Taylor Swift’s latest album began to play, the melody floating through Amber as she lay bound and blindfolded, calming the rising feeling of excitement growing within her as the music filled her ears. It was a strange juxtaposition, the soft, pop melodies against the roughness of the ropes and the pressure of the gag.

Kate settled into her chair at the small dining table, her fingers flying over the laptop keyboard as she worked on a report. She had chosen the playlist with care, knowing it was a favorite of Amber’s and would keep her entertained during her confinement. The soft rhythms of Ariana Grande’s voice soon melded with the sound of typing, creating a harmony of sorts that filled the room.

Amber’s senses heightened as the music played, each note caressing her as intimately as the ropes that held her fast. She squirmed slightly, testing her bonds, and felt the ropes bite gently into her skin. The gentle pressure of the gag reminded her that she was in her grandmother’s care, unable to speak or protest, yet feeling surprisingly safe and secure.

The minutes stretched into hours, and the sun began to sink lower in the sky, casting shadows that danced and played across the ceiling. Despite the warmth of the room, Amber felt a slight chill creep over her as the afternoon dragged on. The music had long ago switched to a random playlist, and she was lost in the rhythm of the house, the steady beat of her own heart, and the occasional sigh that escaped her gagged lips.

Mara walked through the front door, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she entered the hallway. She had had a long day at work, and kicked her shoes off as soon as entering, stretching and wiggling her toes. Wearing a crisp white top and an ankle-length blue skirt that swished around her legs, she made her way into the living room, her thoughts focused on food and her sister’s visit to celebrate Amber’s release from Quarantine. The faint sound of Amber wriggling and the quiet rustle of Kate’s typing filled the air, hinting at the usual afternoon routine. But as she stepped further in, something was amiss.

The sight of Amber, bound and gagged on the rug, was just what she had expected to find these days but she stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes wide with shock. “Mum. How long has she been hogtied?” Mara’s voice was a mix of concern and curiosity.

Kate looked up from her work. She took a sip of her tea and said calmly, “Since this afternoon. She’s been a good girl, hasn’t complained once.” Her eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief.

Mara’s was startled as she stared at her mother. “Three hours? Mum, she’s an only 14” She bent down and began to untie the blindfold, peel the gag off and remove the ear plugs.

“Might I remind you: You begged me to keep you tied up all weekend at that age my girl!” Kate retorted with a laugh, not looking up from her work.

Mara couldn’t argue with that. She had indeed been the same, and she knew that the bondage play was all in good fun. She finished untying Amber’s hogtie and helped her sit up. The teenager’s cheeks were flushed, and she looked both excited and a little bewildered by the sudden return to reality.

“Mum. When did you get home?” Amber’s voice was muffled by the gag, but her eyes searched Mara’s face for an answer.

Mara chuckled, gently stroking her daughter’s hair. “Just a few minutes ago, honey. I had a bit of a surprise for you to celebrate the end of your quarantine, but it seems Gran had her own plans. Are you OK?”

“Yes. But I could do with a bathroom break.” Amber managed to murmur, her voice raspy from the gag. Mara nodded and untied her arms and legs then helped Amber to her feet, supporting her as she wobbled slightly. The feeling of blood rushing back into her limbs was both painful and invigorating. As they moved through the house, Amber couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement tinged with a hint of embarrassment at being found in such a state by her mother even if Mara knew how much she loved it.

Mara escorted her to the bathroom, and once Amber had finished, they made their way to the kitchen. Kate had already started preparing dinner, the smell of garlic and herbs filling the air. The kitchen was a flurry of activity with pots and pans sizzling and vegetables being chopped.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” Mara asked, rolling up her sleeves and joining Kate at the counter.

“I figured a nice roast chicken with some rosemary potatoes and a green salad to keep things simple.” Kate replied, her eyes never leaving the recipe on her phone.

“I meant with Amber and Danny.” Mara said, leaning against the kitchen counter as Kate placed the chicken in the oven.

Kate looked up with a knowing smile. “Ah, yes. Well, since tonight’s the night her isolation ends, I thought it’d be fun to keep it going, but with a twist. You remember the Harry Potter experience last week?”

“Tied up in the cupboard under the stairs?”

“Yes. But as midnight Danny finds her.” Kate said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Amber, feeling a bit more stable on her legs, walked into the kitchen, her curiosity piqued by the conversation. She knew her aunt Danny had an interest in bondage too, but due to her isolation this week had not spoken to her about it.

Mara nodded, understanding the twist Kate was proposing. She knew that Amber had been looking forward to seeing her aunt, and the surprise would surely make it an evening to remember. "And Danny's on board with this?"

“She doesn’t know Amber’s in to it yet.” Kate replied with a wink. “But I’m sure she’ll play along once she finds out. It’s all part of the fun.” She turned to her granddaughter “Amber. Are you OK in the cupboard again?”

“Tied to a chair Gran?” Amber’s voice was pure excitement.

“Of course dear.” Kate said, turning off the oven.


After Amber had finished her meal she was given the opportunity to use the bathroom again. On her return Kate pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and began to collect rope, laying it out in a pattern that looked like a spider’s web.

Amber felt the knot of anticipation grow in her stomach as she took a seat. She watched as Kate’s hands danced around her, the ropes wrapping around her wrists behind her back and tying them to the chair, then followed her elbows and shoulders, ropes cross crossing her chest pinning her the the wooden prison. Meanwhile her mother bound her knees and ankles with a familiar ease. The chair was sturdy and had a padded seat which made it surprisingly comfortable. She felt her legs being pushed apart and secured to the chair legs, leaving her feeling open and exposed slightly, despite her denim shorts.

"Comfortable?" Kate asked as she tightened the final knot around Amber's waist, looping round each thigh and tying it to the chair back.

Amber nodded. She could feel the chair supporting her body, the ropes digging slightly into her skin but not painfully so. The feeling of being completely at her family's mercy was oddly liberating.

“Blindfold gag and earplugs time.” Kate announced, her voice a mix of excitement and authority. She took a piece of cloth and rolled it into a ball, pushing it gently into Amber’s open mouth before wrapping the black tape around her head again. The silk scarf followed, and soon Amber was plunged into darkness and silence once more. Mara introduced the ear plugs but this time instead of music there was just dulled sounds.

Kate and Mara the lifted / pushed the chair back until it was nestled in the cupboard under the stairs, the coolness of the wooden floor against Amber’s bare feet reminding her of the time she had spent in the cupboard last week. She was surprised by how comfortable she had become with the situation, her heart rate had only spiked a little when she felt the chair start to move.

She sat back and waited for the evening to pass by.

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Amber's nose twitched as the scent of roast chicken wafted through the crack in the cupboard door. She had eaten earlier but the gag in her mouth was making her jaw ache and the thought of the chicken made her mouth water more. She had been confined to the cramped space under the stairs for about a hour, but it already felt like an eternity. Even if she had not been blindfolded, with the door closed she probably could not have seen much anyway. The light in the cupboard was switched off, the switch outside, and tied to a chair she could not have reached it even if it was on the door next to her. The ear plugs were doing their job too. Despite aunt Danny arriving twenty minutes ago Amber was not aware she was in the house. The occasional very muffled door or voice came through but she was largely, deaf, blind, mute and unable to move. So her sense of smell and the feeling if the gag in her mouth were her only links to the outside world.

Amber tried again to get free. She wiggled her fingers, wiggled her toes and shook her head. That was about all she could do.

The gag in her mouth was a thick and undorgiving. The smell of the roast chicken grew stronger and she felt a knot of hunger in her stomach. Her mind began to drift, and she wondered if she had overdone it this time. Usually, the feeling of being helpless was exhilarating, but now it was becoming uncomfortable. Uncomfortable and frustrating. The chair was cushioned but it was digging into her back a little, and the ropes around her wrists were starting to cut into her skin. She remembered however that she had eagerly agreed to be tied up to surprise her aunt and that she had, only last week, been tied up to this same chair in this same cupboard for several hours.

The ear plugs blocked out almost all sound but she could feel the faint vibrations of footsteps in the floorboards. They stopped near the cupboard and she heard a door open. It must be the door to the living room. She knew that her aunt Danny was just on the other side, probably getting more wine to go with dinner. If she called out now would her gag really prevent aunt Danny hearing her? The game was definitely on.

The muffled chatter grew fainter as the adult women moved into the dining room one at least oblivious to her presence. Amber’s heart raced. She knew that if they talked about her she could gauge how much time she had left. She focused all her energy into listening, willing her aunt, her mother Mara, and Grandma Kate to speak loudly enough for her to catch their words. The earplugs were just to good though. The conversation was not so much muffled as barely audible. She could barely distinguish their voices, unaware who was talking, let alone distinguish individual words.

She had to be patient. Part of the thrill was the waiting. The anticipation was half the fun. Unable to do anything but wait. But she had to admit to herself that she had never been bound this tightly before. Well not with ear plugs too. She wondered if Kate had tied the ropes tighter this time. She was stuck, and the ropes felt like a serpents grip. Her skin tingled from the pressure. She wiggled her fingers and toes.

“So ten days up tonight.” Said Kate

“Sounds like a prison sentence. Has she been locked in her room all the time?” Asked Danni

“No she just can’t goout of the house or meet anyone else. She ony locked away because you’re here.” Replied Mara.

“Still Mara. You are really keeping her locked up till midnight. Not like you to not bend the rules.”

The ,meal went on, the conversation wandered, more wine flowed, desserts followed, and chocolate. Amber remained tied to the chair, blindfolded, gagged and ear plugged.

Time crawled by and Amber's mind began to play tricks on her. What if they had forgotten about her? What if she was left here all night? Or worse, what if they had gone out and left her here? Panic began to creep in, turning the thrill of the game into a cold, hard fear. She began to breathe heavily through her nose, the chicken smell now mixed with hot chocolate.

But no, she told herself, she had heard them talking just about, and the odd foot step or bang if a door. They hadn’t forgotten. It was just a matter of time until they came to get her. But how much time? It felt like hours had passed since the blindfold had been put in, and the plugs put in her ears. Her imagination painted scenarios of them laughing at her plight, enjoying their wine and dessert without a care for the teenager tied up under the stairs.

The minutes dragged on and the sounds of the house grew quieter. Amber's breathing slowed down as she tried to calm herself, but the panic was now a constant hum in her ears, even above the muffled noises outside the cupboard. She had been in this situation before, but it was always with friends who knew her limits, who knew when to let her out. This was different. Her aunt and mother had never seen her like this before.

Mara Kate and Danny were now enjoying “wobbly hot chocolate in the lounge. Kate had changed into a black dress reaching her mid calves, her bare feet were now crossed on the coffee table. It was quarter past 11. “I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to sneak down already.” Said Danny.

“She can’t.” Said Kate. “We tied her to a chair.”

Mara chuckled. “Yes we did. I can’t believe she’s so like me. She’s usually so impatient she’s be down here if she want tied up.”

Danny’s face was one of shock when she heard this. “What? Did you tie her up?”

“Oh yes.” Said Kate. “It all started last week when she was bored one afternoon. She brought me some duct tape and asked me to tie her up.”

Mara laughed. “It’s like she’s been reading my old diaries. She absolutely loves it. And it’s quite handy when we need her out of the way and unable to argue back.”

Danny burst out laughing. “Oh my god, that’s brilliant! I never knew she had it in her. Third generation into the games.”

Mara nodded. “But it’s all fun and games and I really know she is my daughter. We have to make sure she’s okay. She’s probably getting a bit anxious by now.”

The key turned in the lock and Amber’s heart jumped. She felt rather than heard the door creak open and felt the rush of cooler air from the hallway hit her face and legs. She felt a pop as the earplugs were removed. Then her blindfold was slipped over her head. Even though the light was dim she blinked after hour being blindfolded. She turned to look out of the door and saw her aunt Danny: slim, a head of curly mousy brown hair, red sleeveless dress to mid thigh, opaque tan tights and shoeless. She held a glass of hot chocolate with the unmistakable scent of brandy emanating from it and a pair of scissors in the other.

“Well, we’ll, we’ll. they said I’d find a surprise in here.”

Amber’s eyes widened at the sight of her aunt, her mind racing. Had Danny realised what was happening? She smiled around her gag and tried to explain she’d been tied up for hours and needed the loo.

Danny laughed. “Oh, you poor thing. I can see you’re quite desperate to escape. But you know the rules, we can’t have you interrupting our little gathering before the grand reveal at midnight.”

Amber nodded vigorously, her eyes pleading. She could feel the urgency building and hoped her message was getting through. Her aunt set the hot chocolate on the floor, the scent of brandy wafting upwards, and bent down to whisper in her ear. “Oooh. I checked my watch. It is midnight.”

With a dramatic flourish, Danny began to cut through the ropes holding her in place. Amber felt the tightness around her wrists and ankles loosen as the binds gave way to the sharp blades of the scissors. She hadn't realised how much she had been struggling against them until the sudden release sent a tingling jolt of pain through her. She tried to stand, her legs a little wobbly then reached up to pull the gag out of her mouth.

"Thanks," she croaked out, her throat dry from hours of being gagged. She hugged and kissed her aunt. "I really need to go to the bathroom."

"Come on then," said Danny, taking her arm and helping her wobble to the bathroom. The two women moved through the hallway, the floorboards groaning slightly under their weight, and into the adjacent bathroom. Amber felt the cool porcelain of the sink and the soft carpet beneath her bare feet. The door was closed with a gentle click, leaving her in the quiet sanctity of the room.

Looking into the mirror, Amber couldn't help but admire the rope marks that crisscrossed her arms and legs like a strange, red web. They were a testament to her endurance and the tightness of her bindings. The gag marks around her mouth stood out starkly against her pale skin, a reminder of the hours she had spent in the dark, unable to speak or scream. The thrill of the game had definitely left its marks, but she felt oddly proud of herself for making it this far.

As she left the bathroom, she heard a faint sound coming from the lounge. She walked in to find her mother and grandmother sitting on the couch, Kate in her long black dress, Mara in a white T-shirt and 3/4 length Lycra leggings. Their bare feet weee up,on the cove table, crossed and tied together, their hands tied behind their backs and the same ropes round her chest which she had been tied with. They were both blindfolded and had their mouths taped shut, their expressions a mix of shock and amusement.

“I thought you deserved a little payback.” Said Danny.

Amber couldn’t believe her eyes. This was definitely a twist she had not seen coming. She laughed nervously, her voice still hoarse from the gag. “You guys are crazy!” She exclaimed, looking at her mother and grandmother’s bound figures. She noticed the mischievous glint in her aunt’s eyes, the same one she had when she had first been tied by grandma Kate.

“You do know they are both very ticklish don’t you?” Grinned Danny. She was enjoying herself, it had been a long time since she had played the game like this. “You can start with Kate. But I get to tickle your mother’s feet first. You have to admit she’s got a bit of a knack for this, Mara?”

That was quite the Surprise for Amber! Fine Story!