Stories of Tie Up Games

I'm not sure if this fits in the 'request' category, as I'm looking for a story I've read before. If there's a different forum for people looking for specific stories I'd love to be directed there.
I'm not sure if I read it here or on another site, either way I've been looking for it for about a week now and can't seem to find it.

The story begins with the MC being invited to his ex GF's house, with both of their parents having gone on vacation. She convinces him to let her do his makeup(he mentions it's in Taylor Swift's style), and adds a blonde wig. She offers to dress him up, and despite enjoying the situation he's too embarrassed to agree.

His ex then asks him to close his eyes for a surprise, jumps him, handcuffs him and gags him with a bandana. She attaches the handcuffs to some furniture(I think it was a bed), pulls off his pants and takes pictures of him, threatening to post them online if he doesn't comply. There's a line about him trying to act like it's a nightmare, when it's actually a dream come true.

She gives him clothes to dress up, specifically-a matching set of black panties and a padded bra, fake breasts, a 50's vintage style white dress, tan tights and black boots with heels. He goes to the bathroom to dress up, mentioning that he's worn tights and walked in heels before so he knows how to do it, and greatly enjoys being dressed up as he is. I think it was specifically "something about dresses and heels and tights just makes me smile"

When he returns, his ex instructs him to sit down and kisses him, and after making out for a while she ties him up again-this time with rope and more thoroughly. She gags him with a ballgag and hogties him, then leaves and doesn't return for a few hours. during that time he struggles, mentioning that his legs rubbing against each other with the tights feel incredible.

His ex finally comes back and re-ties him, this time spread-eagle on her bed. She kisses him again, replacing his gag with a cleave gag and jacks him off.
She keeps him tied up for a few days, tied in different positions but always with the same outfit and makeup. He mentions again that he enjoys the dressup part, but can't keep up with being tied up all the time.

Eventually she lets him go the day before their parents are supposed to come back, and he's sent home with a different outfit(I don't remember the description, but I remember I summed it up as a schoolgirl outfit). Upon arriving at home he finds out she threw away all of his boy clothes and replaced his entire wardrobe with hers. He's instructed to show up at school the next day with the same outfit and makeup, and the story is left to be continued.

I found it, thanks to my friend.
It was posted in DeviantArt, and my friend had a copy of the whole story, I thought I'd post it here so we can all enjoy it:

Our story starts with a strange invite to my ex's house whom i had not spoken to for quite some time. She said she wanted to 'still be friends' after our several arguments leading to a break-up. I felt somewhat suspicious of the occasion but agreed to come to her house. Her parents were away for the week, as were mine, causing me to need to get the bus there.

I arrived at the house and knocked at the door, she opened and greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. This was already strange behavior. We talked for a good few hours and after the conversation died down we considered ourselves well.... bored. So she had the lets say 'genius' idea of doing my makeup.
She decided to do it in the style of Taylor Swift, black winged eyeliner, matte red lipstick, concealer, foundation, subtle eye-shadow. It was expertly done and looked professional. She decided to give me a wig too, blonde and somewhat long which she tied back into a bun. I legitimately looked like a beautiful women right now.

"Should we stop there?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied, wondering what she was thinking.

"Well, you look like a girl all ready, so why not dress you up like one too?"

"No. No thank you, this is far enough i feel embarrassed already." This was a lie, in fact I loved what she had done so far and thought I looked amazing.

"Ok then," she said sounding somewhat disappointing in me.

"What now?" i asked. She shrugged and told me to wait a second. She came back with a bag and shut the door behind her. I heard a lock before she proceeded to draw the blinds.

"What are you doing?" i asked. She said nothing and told me to turn around and close my eyes for a surprise. Mistake. Out of nowhere she pounced on me, pinning me down on my stomach on the bed. She yanked my hands behind my back and secured them together with handcuffs. Before i could curse at her, she pulled a bandanna between my lips and proceeded to cleave gag me. This was not good. She proceeded to cuff my arms to the bed with a second set of cuffs before furiously pulling off my trousers.

"You should have just said yes," she giggled. Out of the bag she pulled a pair of black panties and opaque tan tights.

"Now, either I'm going to put these on you or you're going to go into the bathroom and get dressed in the clothes I give you," she demanded, taking a photo of me in my current state.

"If you don't comply, i will post this on every social media site online," she said, laughing ferociously. I murmured into the gag, acting as if this was a nightmare when in actual fact this was a dream come true. She un-cuffed me and handed me some clothes.
A pair of opaque tan tights, black panties and matching black padded bra. Fake breasts, a vintage 50s white dress and black boot heels.

I walked into the bathroom and rolled down my boxers. I pulled the panties up and proceeded to begin putting on the tights. I'm not going to lie, i know exactly how to put on tights. I do it all the time when I'm home alone, but I've never been forced to do it and tied up. I rolled the tights up one leg, then the other and stood. I took off my t-shirt and let it drop to the floor. I then secured the fake breasts in place with the bra and put on the dress. I then slipped my feet into the heels and zipped them up.
I looked really, really good. This was weird.
I opened the door and stepped back into her bedroom, I was good with heels, walked plenty of times in them. She giggled as she saw me and instructed me to sit back down. She kissed me. On the lips.
We made out for around 20 minutes before she pushed me back down onto my back. Then, again, out of nowhere she cuffed my hands. This time my feet too, but higher up than before. Next came the gag once again but this time it was a ball gag. She stuffed it into my mouth and secure it. I could not talk, nor move. Only struggle and murmur into the gag. She loved this torture.
She began wrapping something around my wrists. Rope. Lots of it. She expertly tied my wrists together, then my ankles. Next she removed the cuffs and added more rope that ran around the top of my arms and my fake breasts. I could hardly move, but i didn't want too. She applied a second set of rope around my thighs and below my knees before hog-tying me. She then left the room. Just left.
I was there for hours and hours, struggling, the tights felt oh-so-good rubbing against my legs as i struggled. Then night fell and i wondered how long i would be left here.

I heard the door open downstairs, she was back! She came into the room and cut off all the rope besides my wrists. She lay me on my back on the bed and fastened each food to the bed frame via a rope that wrapped around my ankle and was tied to the bed. My legs were spread now, she could do anything she wanted.
She then removed the rope around my wrists and secure them in a similar fashion to the top of the bed. She straddled me, staring into my pleading eyes. She unfastened the ball gag and kissed me again, tongue and all. After she was done, she cleave gagged me again and began rubbing my genitals. After i finally peaked, she stood up and walked away.

This carried on for the whole week, she threw away my clothes somewhere and tied me in different positions but in the same makeup and clothes as before.
I didn't want to go back to male clothes, something about tights and dresses and heels made me smile. But i couldn't keep up with being tied up all day.

The last day came, her parents would be back later and so would mine. She untied me. Completely. And send me home. But she didn't give me back my clothes, oh no. I was sent home in a new outfit at least. Her school uniform, instructed i must turn up the following day at school in those clothes or else I would be tied and never set free. This outfit consisted of black tights, black shoes, a black skirt that i kept above waist height to reveal my legs, a black jumped and white shirt, black panties and the black bra with the fake breasts, no lipstick or eyeshadow but concealer and foundation and mild eyeliner.
I arrived home, no male clothes as she had visited my house and replaced my wardrobe with hers. My parents would be home, and here i was, stuck in girls school uniform, looking like a girl and being forced to do it. But, all the while, loving every bit.

Amazing. You're very lucky to have a girl that did this.

Wow, great story. Thanks for posting.