Stories of Tie Up Games

I wrote this a few years ago when I had just taken up an interest in writing erotica/TUG. It’s nothing spectacular, but fun. In the spirit of Halloween, I thought I’d share.

Introduction/ Part 1:
It was Halloween night and I was alone in the tower of an old medieval castle turned school for witchcraft and wizardry. I sat alone at a large oak table centered in a dimly lit circular room with walls filled with rows of books from top to bottom. The occasional flash of lightning filled the room with light in an otherwise poorly lit chamber, illuminated by the flickering of candles mounted on the wall. It was nearly the end of the year at Willow Lovegood’s School of Sorcery, and I was studying diligently so that I could pass my final spell exams.

My solitude was interrupted by a faint tapping sound growing louder from the other side of a set of tall wooden doors. It was the sound of footsteps shuffling down the hallway. A pair of boot heels click-clacking on the stone surfaced floor.

Priya Patel burst into the room. I had seen Priya around campus. She was noticeably beautiful. A petite Indian Miss. Her perfect smile shined like a row of polished pearls as we were introduced. Her long wavy hair was a pitch black, and her dusky golden brown tone accentuated her beautiful round eyes.

Priya was in standard school uniform. A black strapless bodysuit fit snug around her petite curvaceous figure. A black latex mini skirt hugged her hips. Her long beautiful stems were encased in black fishnet stockings and disappeared into a tall pair of black vinyl thigh high boots. A pair of black opera length vinyl gloves fit snug around her hands as the cuffs were pulled up above her elbows. She looked distraught as she peered around the room.

“Do you hear that?” she asked in a whisper.

“Hear what?”

“Shhh…” she hissed as she clamped her hand over my mouth tightly, silencing me effectively.

“Mmmpphh..” I groaned into the palm of her hand pressed firmly against my lips.

“Shhh!” she hushed me as she cupped her gloved hand tighter over my mouth, listening intently and inquiring with her eyes if I could hear whatever it was also.

“You don’t hear it?” she asked.

I shrugged my shoulders as I heard nothing.

“Follow me,” she commanded as she released her grip on my mouth and grabbed me by the hand. We entered back into the center of the room. The hinges creaked as she pushed the large wooden doors closed behind us.

“The High Priestess Tabitha Thornewood is plotting to kidnap students from the school and keep them prisoner at her hidden castle,” she whispered cautiously. “The rumors are her and the other sister witches are using magic and changing into birds to fly onto campus and using a cloaking spell to become invisible and kidnap unsuspecting students. That’s why it’s not safe to talk! They could be anywhere!”

“What do we need to do?” I asked, trembling.

“We need to protect ourselves!” She declared. “We have to use this magic spell so that we are not vulnerable to their deception and trickery!”

“How do we learn these magic spells?”

“We don’t need to learn them,” she replied. “We have this!” she announced as she held up a worn leather book, its untrimmed pages bound loosely in its tattered spine.

“What are we waiting for?” I asked with a sense of urgency. “Let’s use the spells!”

“Of course! It’s just….” she paused, a look of concern came over her face. “I’ve never practiced these spells before. Something could go terribly wrong.”

“You can try it on me first,” I suggested optimistically. “If something goes wrong, you can just reverse the spell.”

I watched as her face lit up. “You’re so brave!” I blushed as she wrapped her arms around me.


To be continued…

Part 2:
“Ok,” she muttered as she took three giant steps backwards away from me, raising her wand. “I’m going to cast the first spell.” She waved her wand at me and commanded, “Magic wand, work!”

The room fell dark as the candles flickered from a large gust of wind that circled around us. I felt colder, as if the temperature dropped. I got goosebumps as the cold air touched my bare skin.

I looked down to discover my legs encased in fishnet stockings, similar to those Priya was wearing. My legs squeezed into a tall pair of black vinyl boots. I turned my hands over and began to examine them as a pair of black vinyl gloves fit snug over them.

I looked up at Priya to find her, drowning in my oversized clothes draping down her petite body. For whatever reason, the spell did not work. Unless the spell intended for us to swapped clothes. But why?

“What happened?” I asked, watching Priya as she bit her lower lip fighting back a chuckle. I tugged at the black latex skirt wrapped around my lower body to lengthen it, to no avail. The strapless body suit hugged my pecs. “We switched clothes!”

“You look sexy,” she said matter of factly.

“Stop,” I responded dismissively. “Can you change us back? Your clothes are a bit tight,” I said tugging at the latex skirt, trying to hide the bulge in front as Priya’s eyes were fixated on the contour of my cock visible through it. She began to peel my clothing off herself. Pulling the shirt off over her head. Dropping the pants to the floor around her ankles and stepping out of them as she emerged in on a matching black floral embroidery bra and panty set.

My cock grew hard as I looked her over in the lingerie that clung to her body. It was near impossible to conceal it in the latex skirt.

“No time,” she said dismissively, “the sisters could show up at any minute to kidnap us.”

I groaned as she picked up the book and began thumbing through it again. “Just hurry up to the next spell,” I pleaded.

“I think I found it!” she exclaimed. “Here it is! Protecting loved ones from evil doers using cloaking spells.” Her eyes glossed over the words on the page. “Umm..” she bit her lip. “It says here in order for the spell to work, the ‘loved one’ must be in bindings while the spell is read.”

“Bindings?” I asked, perplexed. “What for?”

“That’s what the book says,” she shrugged. “You’ll need to be bound. I had better tie you up. Magic wand, tie him up!”

Before I could protest, Priya waved her wand at the ceiling. The rafters shook as a long length of rope fell to the floor. I watched in awe as the rope began to spiral and dance around on its own like a serpent. As I stood in awe, the rope quickly looped around each of my wrists, forcing them behind my back and pulling them snug together. It very quickly and efficiently wrapped itself around my wrists, securing them together. It snaked itself underneath my arms, crisscrossing across my chest, and then securing my arms to my sides as it wrapped around my chest and torso. It looped itself around my ankles, pulling them tightly together, causing me to lose my balance and tip over forward.

I hit the floor with a thud, landing face down as the rope continued to wrap around the boots, securing my ankles. Finally, the loose end tethered itself to my bound wrists as I was bent at the knees, struggling in a secure hogtie.

“Do I need to be tied up like this? In such an uncompromising position?” I asked as I tugged at the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles.

“I better gag you so you don’t interrupt the spell,” suggested Priya.

“Gag me!?” I protested.

“Magic wand, gag him!” she commanded as she shook her wand.

A wadded cloth pulled itself from inside the bra that cupped my pecs, stuffing itself in my mouth. My pleas were quickly muffled as it filled my mouth, reducing my protests to inaudible moans. A long white scarf quickly followed, forcing itself in between my lips and knotting itself off tightly behind my head.

“Mmm..Mmpphh!” I grunted and moaned aloud, my lips pressed together tightly over my gag.

“That should keep you quiet,” she said with a smile as I continued to tug at the ropes that bound me and groaned into the gag in my mouth.

“Mmmpph! Mmmpphh!” I bit down on the gag tied tightly between my lips. I struggled violently against the ropes that tethered my wrists to my ankles, hogtied in a latex skirt and fishnets stockings. I felt helpless and humiliated, bound and gagged as Priya examined me closely with her eyes. I squirmed and struggled until I tipped over rolling onto my side, my hands and feet tied behind me.


To be continued…

Priya is not who she claims to be. Methinks she is a changeling!

Would love to cast a spell and have a hunky man all bound & gagged!

KidnappedCowboy wrote: 7 months ago Priya is not who she claims to be. Methinks she is a changeling!

Would love to cast a spell and have a hunky man all bound & gagged!

@KidnappedCowboy something tells me Priya is definitely up to no good A spell that requires someone to be bound and gagged? I volunteer, but it still sounds a little suspicious

Part 3:
Her urgent manner had settled. Her sense of grave despair had disappeared. Suddenly, she seemed resolved. Priya circled around me, her eyes looking me over. “I have a small confession,” she said softly, “I am the apprentice of High Priestess Tabitha Thornewood.”

“Mmmpph!?” My eyes widened in surprise as I moaned into my gag.

Priya placed the tip of her wand to my stomach as I lay helplessly hogtied and gagged. I felt the pointy end slowly trickle across my waistline as I pulled at the bindings. She began to slowly trace over the contour of my cock through the latex skirt as I moaned softly. “Now you are my prisoner.”

“Mmmppphh…” I whimpered softly.

“So now that I’ve kidnapped you and will turn you over to Tabitha to be held hostage at her hidden castle, it’s only a matter of time before I am invited to join the sisterhood.” She cackled. “But first,” she paused, “hmmm… what should I do with you first?”

“Mmmph! Mmmppphh!” I tried to plea, but to no avail. I watched her eyes as she plotted. Scheming.

“Look at you,” she said folding her arms in front of her as she mocked me. “All bound and gagged. I can’t believe you fell for that. Actually letting me tie you up.” She laughed wickedly. “And look how pathetic you look. Dressed like a little slutty witch. That was just for humiliation. To show my power over you. Go on, try to get free. Your magic is no match for mine.”

“Mmmppph! Mmm.. Mmppphh!” was all I could manage as I flexed my hips, pulling on the ropes in a fruitless attempt to free myself. I moaned softly as I felt Priya’s hand on the inside of my thigh, and slowly began to slide up between my thighs and inside of the skirt I wore. I pressed my lips together tightly over my gag as I felt her hand enclose around my cock.

“You like being my prisoner, don’t you?” she asked as she slowly began to massage my balls. With her hand wrapped around my cock, she gently began to run it up and down the shaft.

“Mmm… Mmppph..” I moaned softly. My cock was throbbing.

She leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “I want to have some fun with my prisoner first.” She pressed her lips against mine, and parted my lips with hers over the gag. Reaching down, she slowly slipped her panties off her hips and pulled them down around her ankles, stepping out of them.

“Mmmmpphh..” I moaned as she straddled over me as I lay hogtied underneath. She lifted up the latex skirt they hugged my hips exposing my hard cock.

“Oh my,” she muttered as she wrapped her hands around it, running them up and down the hard shaft. She moaned softly. “I hope you are ready for my next magic trick.”

“Mmmppph!?”

“Magic wand, elevate,” she commanded, and with a shake of her wand I could feel our bodies slowly lift from the floor. Suspended in air with Priya straddling over me, I tugged on the ropes again. My vinyl gloves and thigh high boots squeaked as they twisted in the ropes.

Priya reached down between us, slipping my hard cock inside her tight wet pussy. She began to flex her hips, taking me deeper inside of her.

“Mmmpphh!” I moaned aloud as her tight pussy enclosed around my cock. I could feel it pulsing as she thrusted her hips, sliding in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around me, arching her back as she rode me like some sort of wild cowgirl. My moans were stifled by the gag in my mouth, but hers were loud and erotic.

My cock was throbbing. My hands were bound, my mouth gagged. I could feel I was about to cum inside of her as I felt the sensation of her hot wet pussy enclosed around my cock. She continued to flex her hips, thrusting and grinding from atop of me. Her large symmetrical breasts bounced, cradled in her floral lace bra. I felt my cock exploding as I began to cum hard inside of her.


To be continued…

Part 4:
Priya collapsed on top of me, our chests rising and falling together. She was breathing heavily as I panted through my gag.

“That was amazing,” she managed in between deep breaths of air.

“Mmmph? Mmmphh?” was all I could manage when asking her to take the gag out of my mouth.

“I’m sorry about the gag,” she said as she propped herself up on top of me. “But you’re still my prisoner and I can’t have you calling for help.”

“Mmpphh!?”

“Time to make you disappear,” she said as she waved her magic wand.

I closed my eyes expecting the worst. However, much to both of our astonishment, a long coil of ropes dropped from the ceiling and fell into heap on the floor next to us. Priya’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open, but it was too late. Before she could react, the ropes came alive, looping themselves around her wrists and pulling them snugly together behind her back. They wound tightly around her hands, knotting themselves off. Another length of rope pulled her into me as it wrapped itself around us, tightening with each pass. The commotion caused Priya to drop her magic wand.

“Oh no! What happened?” Priya grimaced. Now, helplessly tied face to face, my cock still inside of Priya as her wet juices dropped down on me, I could feel as she struggled against me.

“Ugh,” she groaned as she tugged on the ropes.

I watched in awe as of an invisible hand had scooped up her panties off of the floor, and stuffed them in her mouth.

“Mmppphh! Mmmpppphhh!” was all she could manage before a neatly folded white cloth from the table forced itself into her mouth in between her lips and knotted itself off tightly behind her head. “Mmmph! Mmmpphh!” she continued to protest into her gag.

Priya struggled in the ropes for a minute before accepting her problematic situation. As certain as she was that her plan was foolproof, she was now bound and gagged and just as helpless as she thought she had me.

My would-be kidnapper was now in the same predicament as she had me in. As she conceded that she was not getting free any time soon, I mumbled to her through my gag Wrong spell?