Stories of Tie Up Games

This is my first time sharing on this site, but I’ve read a few of the other contributions and figured it was worth sharing my most recent escapade.

For a while I’ve enjoyed being tied up, but as someone that is single, gay and not able to come out (long story for another time), I’ve had to find ways to make things interesting while making sure I’m still safe. This was the closest I’ve come to… Well, you’ll see in a moment.

It started on a fairly boring Saturday. It had been a long week at work. I picked up my bag of tricks - some rope, handcuffs and a roll of duct tape; a simple selection but very effective. I started by looping the rope around my ankles as I’d done a thousand times before but I was going through the motions. There was no excitement, no thrill.

I stopped. I opened my wardrobe. I stared at everything inside, wondering how I could up my game. Then it came to me. I had a morphsuit left over from a stag do several months prior. I slipped it on, enjoying the feeling of lycra on my skin, but as I went to put the second leg in, realised that I could do better. I paused again.

Inspiration hit.

This was going to be risky.

I’d remembered I had a friend coming round later that day. I would create a scenario where, if I couldn’t escape in time, he would find me. Our friendship would be changed forever if caught. And so would my reputation. I’d be safe, but the risk was real.

Quickly, I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message - “I’m upstairs, tied up, and if you’re reading this I can’t get out”. I left it on the floor downstairs. I unlocked the back door and prepared a message on my phone to send to my friend - “when you get here, come in through the back door.” I opened the freezer door and grabbed a handcuff key that I’d frozen in a block of ice. Then I grabbed a container that had one of those time controlled lids. I used it to hide my phone when I needed to focus, but now I had another idea. I ran upstairs. The ice cube was big enough that it would take longer to melt naturally than I had time. Perfect. I’d have to work to escape.

Returning to the bedroom, I stripped to my underwear then slipped on the morphsuit backwards putting both legs in the same morphsuit leg. There was no way I could walk. I slipped the handcuffs behind me and pulled up the morphsuit until it was hooked over my head. I began to pull up the zip, then realised I could make it even more interesting. I grabbed the rope and tied it carefully around my feet, attaching them to the base of the bed. The arms of the morphsuit were still loose, so I tied those to the top of the bed, giving everything a quick pull. There was no way I was rolling off the bed.

The spare leg of the morphsuit was still hanging loose. I had a handcuff key on a piece of string, so I tucked it into the loose leg with the other end of the string tied to the handcuffs. I slipped the end of the loose leg complete with the key inside into the time controlled box and set it the timer so that it would open five minutes before my friend was due to arrive. That wouldn’t give me long to untie myself, hide the evidence and get dressed. I grabbed the key that was trapped in the ice cube and dropped that down the same leg. It fell to the bottom - I knew I could pull the whole thing closer with the string once I was handcuffed but didn’t want to make it easy.

I sent the prepared text message to my friend. This was happening. I really hoped he didn’t find me like this. And at the same time I kinda hoped he did.

Next came a couple of foolish decisions. Caught up in the moment, I grabbed a sock and stuffed it in my mouth. Duct tape held it in place. I was getting more and more excited, and closer to being trapped. I carefully pulled up the zip, then added a sleep mask blindfold for good measure. I was now blind, unable to speak, and unable to move from the bed. I put my hands behind my back, feeling for the handcuffs.

My right wrist slipped in easily and was sealed.

One more step and I’d be trapped, unable to escape until either the timer ran out or the ice had melted. Either way, this would be the longest I’d ever been incapacitated.

My left wrist hovered in the handcuff.

No regrets.

It snapped shut.

I took a deep breath through my nose and just paused. I was incredibly aroused and realised that if my friend found me wet it would be even more embarrassing. I was already close. The feeling was incredible. I began to struggle to see whether I could escape or not. I’d been tying knots for long enough to make sure that I was comfortable while also being trapped, and this was no exception. I could not roll off the bed, no matter what I did. And the more I struggled, the closer I came. I paused again, trying to hold back.

I pulled on the handcuffs - they were the one thing that definitely wouldn’t come free.

Trapped.

Blind.

Unable to cry out (and believe me, at this point the only sound I could hear was my own groaning.)

That’s when it hit me. What if my friend turned up early. What if my text prompted him to leave sooner? Panic set in. With the gag I wouldn’t even be able to explain anything. Or see if he was with anyone or not. This was riskier than I’d realised. It was time to actually escape.

I pulled on the string, dragging the loose leg of the morphsuit closer to my hands. Somewhere in there would be the ice-locked key. I needed that key now. It took me a lot longer to find than I’d expected, hidden in the folds of the spare leg fabric. Then came the real challenge - getting that ice to melt faster and faster so that I could get to the key. I started by rubbing it with my fingers, but they soon grew painfully cold. I figured sticking it between my butt cheeks might speed things up. That felt nicer than I expected - a note for later - and after a significant amount of time, I finally felt the metal.

I had no idea how much time had passed.

Knock, knock, knock.

My front door. It was as clear as day.

I froze.

Waited.

Knock, knock, knock.

Then panic really set in. I began rubbing that key frantically. I’d taken this too far. My secret was mine to keep, not to be shared. Still groaning in exasperation I kept going until I could feel the key ready to stick in the lock.

I couldn’t find the keyhole. I felt carefully with my fingers. In my haste I’d put the handcuffs on with the key hole on the wrong side and the tightness of the morphsuit meant it was incredibly hard to manoeuvre, especially tied to the bed too. And the more I squirmed, the closer I came to exploding. The only thing holding me back was the idea that he was walking up the stairs. I didn’t want him to see me in full climax.

Too late.

This was like I’d never experienced, overwhelming my senses. I doubt I’ll experience anything like it again. Incredible.

Feeling giddy from the explosion of hormones, I slowed right down. In that peaceful state I managed to get the key into the lock.

Even in the post-clarity mindset, I knew he’d be walking up the stairs. I woke myself up, unzipped the morphsuit and began to loosen everything. With the blindfold now off, I looked to the door. It was open, just as I’d left it.

No sign.

Had he seen me and walked out?

Had he read the note and decided it wasn’t worth it?

I cleaned myself up, got dressed, hid everything under the bed and made the walk of shame downstairs.

The letter was still on the floor. And on the doormat was a ‘missed delivery’ letter. It had been a delivery driver all along. I looked at the clock. I still had 30 minutes before he was due.

I was 100% relieved that he wasn’t even close to catching me, while also being 100% in awe of what I’d just experienced. The delivery driver and my friend, without realising it, had just enabled the most exciting experience of my life.

Great account of an incredible scenario.