Stories of Tie Up Games

Not sure how to tag, but I wrote this from a request.

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Whenever my nephew visits, it’s always a good time. John, 11 year old son of my sister’s share some of the family traits. Black hair, green eyes, and wild.
On a Friday evening, John was dropped off by my apartment instead of my sister’s house as my sister was going to be away for the weekend.

John had made himself comfortable on the couch, kicking his shoes off when he entered the door leaving his feet in black socks, dressed in a black tshirt and grey cargo pants. I was already laying on the couch on my back, dressed in a green shirt and blue jeans, my feet bare. I had my black hair tied in a short ponytail to keep them out of my green eyes.
My legs were in between John’s back and the couch, my head resting on the armrest scrolling through my phone as John was entertained by the TV. I was just thinking about what to make for dinner when I felt fingers tickling the bottom of my foot, making me squeal and jump. There was a brief struggle as I pull my legs out to escape and John trying to grab my ankles and tickling me.

“Stop it you!” I say as I drop my phone and go to tickle John’s side, making him giggle as he fights off my hands. John jumps on top of my legs to try and pin me down some as he tries to tickle my sides. We fought each other, trying to tickle one another while trying to defend ourselves. As his 20 year old aunt, we act a lot like siblings in a way and moments like this was quite normal.
I managed to push John back enough to try and slip off the couch, but John grabbed ahold of my ankle making me trip and fall on the carpet floor. John quickly jumped onto my legs when I tried crawling away and started tickling my feet.

“NNOOOOO! HAHAHAHAHA! STOP!” I yell as I flopped around and banging my fists into the floor. “Nope!” John said with an evil chuckle. After a while I managed to slip a foot out from under John, I twisted and pushed him off with my leg then quickly jumped on top of John’s legs facing his head. With John pinned under me on his stomach, I reached over to a nearby drawer that had books and a lamp sitting on top of it next to the couch.
Keeping my squirming nephew pinned, I felt around in thr drawer until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the roll of black electrical tape, then I pulled John’s hands behind his back. I quickly wrapped the thin electrical tape around his wrists several times before biting the strip free from the roll, smoothing the end down on John’s bound wrists.

“Hey! No fair” John said as he struggled while i position myself to where I was now facing his feet. I wrapped the tape around his ankles above his pants. “I got you now” I said as I teased John by tickling his socked feet. John thrashed around wildly as his laughter filled the room as I worked my fingers over the fabric, his toes wiggling in the socks as his feet squirmed.
I got up and placed my hands on my hips as I look down at John. He continues to struggle, kicking his legs and rolling from side to side. “No fair tying me up” John said looking up at me. “Have you learned your lesson?” I asked, John chuckled and said “nope!” I shrugged and said “okay then, I’ll just have to leave you like this until you do.”

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I watched as my aunt Vicky walked away into the hallway, disappearing into a room. I sighed softly and continued to strain against the tape binding my limbs together. In all the times I had instigated a wrestling match with my aunt, this was the first time i had been tied up. It added a new mix in the fun. Where my mom was a bit older then aunt Vicky, I remembered playing around with Vicky like this since I was about 5 or 6 years old and she was a younger teen. It was a bonding experience we shared ever since.
Laying on my stomach with my chin resting on the carpet, feeling the tape that kept me imprisoned. I try stretching the tape around my wrists, pulling my arms while wiggling my hands around in the process.

A memory just dawned on me, seeing a TikTok video of a woman escaping duct tape. I wiggled my way to the couch, sitting up and pressed my back up against the couch to help me to slid onto the seat. I stood up, feeling a bit imbalanced with my feet bound, then i quickly squatted down. I feel over onto my side but I felt the tape stretch on my ankles, I tried kicking my feet but they were still trapped.
I repeated the process two more times, the electrical tape didn’t rip like the duct tape did in that video but I did manage to stretch it. I kicked a foot out of the binding, the I stood up. I tugged and wiggled my hands as I looked around for something to help me, eyeing the table next to the couch I walked to it and bent down and used the edge to pick at the tape around my wrists.

I quickly rubbed the tape against it, looking down the hallway in hopes to free myself before aunt Vicky came back. Two, three minutes goes by and I start to feel some progress, but then I heard the door open down the hallway.


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“I better check on John” I said to myself stood up from my bed. I left John bound hand and foot just as a fun teasing gesture, hiding myself in my room for about ten minutes before I go back out and release my nephew.
I walked out the door and down the hallway “okay John I-oh no no!” I said chuckling, catching what John was doing. I walked over to John just as he managed to free his hands. John stood up with a stretched out loop of tape around his left ankle and grinned at me saying “can’t keep me trussed up!”
John ran and tackled into me, I grabbed ahold of his shoulders as he grabbed my sides while we tried to overpower each other. The room filled with our laughter and playful threats. John was maybe three inches shorter than me, so it wasn’t easy to try and wrestle him to the ground. I couldn’t just let him win like I used to.

John managed to push me down on my butt and jumped on my waist. I saw John had the roll of electrical tape in hand and was trying to use it on me now. “No no no!” I said as John held my hands together, laughing as i playfully begged. John wrapped the tape around my wrists, in front of me since I was laying on the floor on my back.
I stopped squirming so hard to allow John to turn around and tape my ankles together. I chuckled to myself seeing he wrapped the tape around my wrists only a few times, knowing it’ll be easy for me to escape. John finished with my ankles and threw the roll of tape to the side, wasting no time to start tickling my feet.

Once I felt the sensation of John’s fingers scratching at the bottoms of my feet, I immediately start laughing and squirming around. John sat on my legs with his knees planted on the floor on either side of my legs, taking full advantage of my vulnerability. I tried sitting up and pushing him off with my bound hands, but the tickling overwhelmed my ability to do anything else but to squirm around to try and escape.
John held back my big toes as he racked his fingers up and down my feet, sending me into a fit laughter as i flopped around. Because John only made two wraps around my wrists, and me constantly straining against them, the tape around my wrists lost their hold on me.
I once my wrists were free, I grabbed John from behind and started tickling his sides as I pulled him off my legs. That made him half scream and half giggle, and he got up to run away. I quickly freed my legs and got up to chase after him.

John ran into the bedroom he is staying in, locking the door. I grinned as I walked into my room, pulled out coils of white rope out from my closet and went to John’s bedroom door. With a penny in hand, I placed it in the slot to unlock the door from the outside.
I opened the door, finding John to be missing. “I know you’re in here” I said as I closed the door, locking it in the process. Yes John could unlock it, but it’ll take him a second or two more to escape if he tries to.
I walked to the side of the bed and look underneath, and there he was. John started crawling away by I managed to grab an ankle and pull. John tried to use his other foot to try and push my hand off his ankle, but I grabbed his other ankle. I pulled John’s ankles until the lower half of his body was sticking out, I then sat on the back of his legs.

With me pinning John’s legs down, I wrapped rope around his ankles, horizontally and then virtually to clinch the binding. “Can’t run away now” I said as I grabbed ahold of the rope binding John’s ankles, then got up and pulled John out as he flared his arms about trying to grab something to stop me.
When John came all the way out, I jumped on his back and pulled his arms behind him. I tied his wrists behind his back the same way I tied his ankles. “I got you now” I said grinning, John struggled as I stood up. John grunted as I pulled his ankles up, and I then hogtied John. “Oh no!” John yelled as he struggled “just why?”

“Because” I said, gently slapping the bottoms of his feet. I tugged at his socks until they slipped off, then slapped his bare soles again before I started tickling him. “Hahahaha no!” John yelled and laugh as he squirmed for the few seconds I tickled him.
I left John hogtied on the floor of his bedroom as I went to my own room and looked through my things until I found two red bandannas. I came back finding John squirming around and asked “any luck?”
“No” John said, I balled up one bandanna and held it to John’s mouth. “What is that fo-HHuuuugggppphhhh!” I stuffed that bandanna into John’s mouth, held it in with a hand until I wrapped the other bandanna around his head and between his teeth. I tied off the gag at the back of John’s head as he protested, then I said “that’ll help keep the peace some for what I got planned for you.”

John looked at me with a worried expression, then I turned my attention to his bare feet. Suspended in the air, John’s feet wiggled around as he strained against the ropes. I reached out and wiggled my fingers into his left sole. John bulked and squirmed, his feet flaring around as I continue to tickle him.
“HHHMMPPPHHH UUUMMMPPHHHH MMMMMPPPHHH!” John yelled and laugh in the gag. His muffled laughter filled the room as I came up behind him, sitting on my knees as the tops of John’s feet kicking into my stomach in his struggles. My fingers scratched at the sensitive skin of his soles, soft and warm to the touch, driving John into a squirmy mess as I focused my attention on his soles.

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Every touch of my aunt Vicky’s fingers sends a wave of overwhelming sensitivity through my nerves. No mater how much I move to try escaping, the ropes around my wrists and ankles held me captive. With my ankles tied to my wrists to keep my feet suspended in the air, the tightness of my restraints kept reminding me of my helplessness which seemed to add to the sensitivity making me even more ticklish.
I continue to scream and laugh, although muffled by the gag I would be surprised if the neighbors couldn’t hear me on the other side of the wall.
Finally, aunt Vicky stopped tickling my feet. I was panting some through my nose some as she asked “you good John?” I nodded my head as I made a grunting sound in my gag. “Now” aunt Vicky start saying “think I’ll leave you like this until I get dinner going.”
“Hhmmmmpphh?” I said, aunt Vicky stood up and said “who knows, I may tickle you again. If you’re not free when I get back.”
Which that, aunt Vicky left the room, keeping the bedroom door open. “Ggguuuummmpphhh hhhuummmmpphh!” I said as I twist and turn, straining against the ropes as I flare my hands around as I try to feel the ropes for anything to pick at with my fingers.
I rolled onto my side, reaching for my ankle restraints. Not finding anything to help me, I pulled my legs and twist my hands and feet around. I chuckled to myself as the thrill of our wrestling game had brought this new sensation. I started thinking of how in the future I’ll get aunt Vicky back for all this.

Feeling the air on my bare feet reminds me of my vulnerability, feeling my cheeks growing red a little at the embarrassment as I didn’t like being barefoot. Always felt vulnerable and naked being barefoot, eyeing my discarded socks on the floor wishing I could pull them back on.
For about half an hour I struggled and squirmed. When I heard footsteps approaching from outside of the door, i embraced myself for what to come next

Really nice story!
Also great to see a F/m story - i wish there were more of them!

Wonderful story! I hope that you write a continuation giving the details of how Vicky tickles John into insanity while their dinner cooks. (And I hope dinner is something that will take two hours in the oven.)

This is amazing. I love F/m stories, they‘re just so good. Your writing is really good.

Maybe you could write another one soon… I‘d definitely read it

Fantastic story

I thought this was a fun story! John’s tickling sounded like a blast and definitely makes me wish I was in his position! Sounds like quite the ticklish boy!