Stories of Tie Up Games

So, this is a fun story from a few months ago involving me and my girlfriend, Rosie. It involves themes around kidnap, but obviously everything was discussed before, and I regularly checked on her throughout. I’ve opted not to include all the instances of this, as it would interrupt the ‘flow’ of the story, but rest assured that this was purely consensual. Additionally, names and some details have been changed to keep things anonymous. Enjoy!


It was a cosy spring evening, and I was staying over at my girlfriend Rosie’s house. Our shifts at work overlapped nicely so we could spend some time together. She’s in her late 20s, 5’7”, with soft mousy looks and shoulder length blonde hair that she always ties up into a high ponytail. She has a slim physique, with petite breasts to match. Meanwhile I’m 5’11”, with short blonde hair and chiselled facial features. She lived with her parents, so we couldn’t do anything particularly kinky presently, but that didn’t stop us talking about what we were going to get up to tomorrow when her parents are at work. She discovered kink through our relationship and found she loves every minute of it; particularly around being dominated and restrained. It had been a while since I had last seen her, so I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her. We were lay on her bed and I asked, “Do you have any fantasies you want to try out? I’ve brought a bag full of tie-up stuff.”
“Hmmm…” she pondered, biting her bottom lip, “I want to be taken, kidnapped… I want to be completely helpless, no control”. She leant into me and stroked my face as she said it.
“Hmmm, that’s kinky,” I cooed, “Like you want to struggle while I tape you up?”
“Noooo, I’d be too scared to fight it,” she winked. We proceeded to hash out a plan for our kinky game. “Okay, tomorrow put on your scrubs and pretend you’ve come in from work, and that’s when I know it’s time to come kidnap you,” I smiled.
“Aaaaand if I end up taped up in the back of your car, that’s not a shame,” she said.
“Yeah, but it’d be difficult to explain to your dad if he sees me shoving his taped up daughter in my boot on the Ring doorbell,” I replied.
“Yeah good point,” she sat up and bit the knuckle of her index finger, “scratch that idea…”


Morning came, and her parents had left for work until the evening. I had gotten out of bed and got dressed in sport shorts, a white t-shirt, and a grey hoodie. I hadn’t put my contact lenses in, meaning I was wearing my thick rimmed black glasses. It several hours before Rosie emerged, so I raided the cupboards for breakfast and sat in front of the TV. When she did come downstairs, she was wearing her light blue scrubs and white tennis socks. She’d brushed her hair and pulled it back into her ever-present high ponytail. Standing in front of me, she flicked her hair and gave me an expectant smile. I looked her up and down, taking a moment to appreciate how beautiful she looked in whatever she wore. I asked, “Have you brushed your teeth?”
“No…” Rosie replied with an eye roll.
“I’m obviously not going to kiss you with bed breath, go clean them. Then, come downstairs as if you’ve come back from being on shift”.
“Fiiiiiiine,” she replied with a huff, retreating back upstairs to the bathroom. I also trotted upstairs to get the duct tape out of my bag and wedged it into my hoodie pocket, before coming back down to find a hiding place to surprise her from.

A short time later from my hiding place in the utility cupboard by the stairs, I heard Rosie descend. Her steps were accompanied by additional rustling, telling me she had gone all-in to her ‘just got in from work’ role and was carrying her bag and keys. I listened as she walked through to the kitchen and dumped her stuff on the table. After a brief pause, she wandered into the living room and then upstairs into her bedroom, before coming back down. I wanted to make her wait. I wanted to genuinely surprise her. Silently pushing the door to my hiding place open, I peered through the gap, seeing she was facing away from me in an annoyed stance with her hands on her hips. I decided this was my moment to pounce. Swinging the door open, I strode across to Rosie and reached out to grab her. She heard my emergence and turned to look at me with eyebrows raised. She had enough time to half turn towards me, but could do nothing to get away from my grasp. I grabbed her collar with my left hand and pulled her inwards with her back facing me. She began to squirm away, forcing me to wrap my right arm around her torso. “No, get off me!” she shouted, “What do you wa-mmmmmmmmph!”. Her protests were cut off by me clamping my right hand around her mouth.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to struggle!” I growled.
“Mmmmmph!” she replied, trying to twist her shirt from out of my grip.
“Stop squirming!!!!” I commanded, switching the grip I had over her mouth to allow me to pinch her nose closed, depriving her of air. I felt her attempt to protest through the handgag, but all she was able to produce was the most minimal of moans. Her lungs demanding air, she increased her struggles, her body writhing away from me and her limbs flailing. “OW!” I shouted as one of her limbs made contact with my genitals, while another caught me in the face. I let her go, recoiling from the pain and straightening my glasses, while Rosie scampered away to her bedroom. I straightened myself up and sighed. “That’s why kidnappers don’t wear glasses,” I mumbled before taking them off and following her upstairs, duct tape in hand.

Rosie was stood in the middle of her bed, looking red faced with a slight smile crossing her open mouth. Her bedroom was relatively large, but most of the space was taken up by the double bed, fitted wardrobes, and general clutter. Everything was decorated in the monochrome whites and greys that people consider ‘modern’, with the only real splash of colour in the room coming from the parrot motifs on her white bedspread. “What do you want from me?!” she asked.
“Ermmmmm, to kidnap you?” I replied with a shrug. Acting was clearly not my forte.
“Take what you want, but leave me alone!” she shouted.
“But I want you,” I replied, advancing towards her.
“No! Get off me!”. I tugged on the front of her scrub top, briefly exposing the black sports bra she was wearing and forcing her to lean forwards. Taking advantage of her imbalance, I tugged her to the left and placed my right leg on the bed. Then, I dragged her over my trailing leg and tripped her up, lowering her face down on the bed. I climbed onto her back, pinning her down and running a hand through her hair. I yanked her head back by her hair, eliciting a pleasured groan from Rosie through gritted teeth. “Are you going to make this easy?” I growled.
“Aaaah, fuck you!” She replied. Her follow-up responses were rendered inaudible by her face being shoved into the bed. “Looks like we’ve got to tape you up then, to keep you out of trouble,” I whispered in her ear. Rosie let out a groan as I felt her try to twitch her head up, and I noticed she was biting the covers.

Shifting my seating position on top of Rosie, I grabbed both of her arms and pulled them behind her, making sure to keep a tight grip on them in-case she tried to pull away. I took the duct tape and wrapped it across both her wrists, leaving a thick band of grey tape restraining her arms. I commanded Rosie to turn over, and man-handled her onto her back when she was taking too long. Still straddling her body, I pulled her right heel up to her right buttock. I taped her leg up to keep it in this position, wrapping neat coils of tape around her shin and thigh, until only the top of her knee in the blue scrub pants was showing. I repeated the same on her left leg, leaving her legs completely immobile in a grey tape frogtie that squeaked as I caressed her bound thighs. Rosie grunted as I pulled her up into a kneeling position. She looked up and made eye contact with me, wordlessly begging for more. Shifting to behind her, I wrapped tape horizontally above and below her breasts, along with her upper arms, pinning her arms to her torso and making her breasts visible against her blue top. Not satisfied yet, I took up the tape and wrapped some vertical strands over her shoulder, and around her torso restraints. Thus, restricting her already limited arm movement even further.

Rosie bit her lip and let out a cute moan as she tested her bindings. The tape creaked as she tugged and twisted against it, but showed no signs of escape. When she realised she was helpless, she flopped onto her side and asked, “What are you going to do to me?”.
“Hmmm, I dunno…” I cooed, also lying on my side in front of her. I ran my hand over her leg restraints, and up over her torso, making sure I groped her breasts as I went. “What would you do if you had a desperate, horny, cute girl all taped up and helpless?” I continued before leaning in and planting a slow kiss on her lips. Rosie smiled and stuck her tongue out as she sighed. I leant in for a longer kiss this time, and before we knew it, we were having a steamy make-out session. Her tape restraints creaked as she wriggled in pleasure as I planted kisses all over her bound body, and she moaned as I pulled her face into mine for heated, horny kisses.

After enough foreplay, the bulge in my pants had become desperate for what I was planning next. I pulled away from Rosie and stood by the bed. I instructed her to lie on her front by the edge of the bed, and dragged her there when she was taking too long. methodically, I took off my hoodie and my shorts, exposing my green boxer-briefs and the bulge underneath it. Taking up the waist band of my boxers, I pulled them down to my thighs, exposing my rock-hard cock underneath, dripping with pre-cum. Slowly, I stroked my cock and made eye contact with Rosie. “Any guess where this is going?” I asked. “No!” she replied, arching her back to punctuate the word.
“Well… what are you going to do about it? You’re all taped up and helpless.” I replied while leaning over her, placing a leg onto the bed, and cupping a hand under her chin. “Noooo, please! Let me g-gwakmmmphk!” I shoved my cock into her open mouth, muffling her protests. Rosie struggled in her bonds as she sucked on my penis, her white socked feet flailing above her. One of the cute things about Rosie, is that she loves to try to talk normally when she’s gagged if she has something to say, regardless of how tightly she is gagged. Apparently this also extends to when she’s sucking cock. “Ghigh fhhoh ghyyur…” she garbled around my shaft, before wretching on it, prompting me to pull it from her mouth. Rosie spluttered and stuck out her tongue, a strand of pre-cum and drool trailing from it. Swallowing before she spoke, she begged “If I suck you off, will you let me go?”
“Hmmmm, why don’t we find out?” I replied, before pushing my rock hard cock into her waiting mouth. Rosie wrapped her lips around my shaft, and rocked her head back and forth in time with my gentle thrusts. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me as her tongue danced around my penis, her pleading eyes staring at me throughout. She let out another choked wretch, prompting me to pull out. I continued slowly stroking my cock, as I felt the pressure rising within it. I knew I was close to orgasm. I cupped her face again with my free hand, digging my fingers and thumb into her cheeks. Rosie wriggled and moaned in discomfort as her mouth was forced open. “What do we think, cum on your face or in your mouth?” I cooed.
“Aaaaah! Pfleeeaghs!” she replied, accompanied by my struggles. I pushed my cock into her mouth and she began sucking again. I raked my fingers through her hair, and used it to control her head while I thrust into it. Rosie’s white socks flailed while she struggled, breathing heavily through her nose as she pleasured my cock and maintained eye contact throughout. The sensation of her mouth around my shaft, and the sight of her tightly taped up body was too much. Breathing heavily, I let out a pleasured groan as I felt the orgasm rise through my body, and the cum coarse through my penis, into Rosie’s mouth. I watched as Rosie attempted to swallow, but then withdrew when she wretched again. She stuck out her semen-coated tongue, indicating she wanted me to French kiss, or ‘snowball’ her. “No chance,” I said while shaking my head and sighing, prompting her to spit the rest of the cum onto the floor with and audible “Bluurgh,”.

Standing up, I grabbed a towel from the corner of the room and mopped up the semen. I offered Rosie some water from her bedside water bottle, which she accepted. Pulling my boxers back up, I switched back into character, and cupped her chin. “I think the little baby liked that,” I mocked her.
“Noooo! Let me go!” She exclaimed, struggling again.
“But you’re having so much fun, why should I let you go now?”
“Grrrr, fuck you! Let me go!” She replied. I found the roll of tape, and grabbed an ankle sock out of my bag. “Pleaaaaase!” she wriggled in response, realising what was happening. I shoved the sock into her mouth, taking a moment to make sure she was going to tolerate it being in there, with everything her mouth had already been through. Pulling a strip from the roll of duct tape, I plastered it over her mouth, and wrapped it around her head. I passed it around multiple times to secure the sock in place, doing my best to avoid the fine hairs at the nape of her neck. By the time I had finished, tape was covering the lower half of her face, and Rosie was staring at me with wide eyes lit up like fire. I watched as she tested the gag and moved the sock around in her mouth, finding it wouldn’t budge and she was silenced. “Pweeahsd mmyey mmmm gho,” she mumbled and struggled.
I said, “I’ve got an idea, why don’t we have some fun with you?”. Rosie looked up while breathing heavily; it was clear I had her attention. I continued, “If you cum, that means you enjoy being like this. And I can keep you like this, as my little bondage pet,”.
“Mmmmmph! Pweaaaase! Mmmmmmph!” She responded while shaking her head.
“Yes? Yes, please yes? Okay!” I mocked while getting up.

I walked over to her bedside cabinet, where I knew she kept a toy. I opened the bottom drawer and retrieved her pink ‘magic wand’ vibrator from within it. I had included a vibrator when I was packing my travelling bondage bag, but I remembered that Rosie preferred to use her own as it ‘was more powerful’. I turned on her vibrator to check it was working, and helped her into a kneeling position on the bed. I knelt on the bed in front of her and placed a hand on the back of her neck as I pressed the vibrating wand into her pussy. She raised her eyebrows and her nostrils flared as she let out a pleasured moan in response. She looked at me and nodded, wordlessly begging me to continue. I held the vibrator in place as she ground on it, breathing heavily and moaning. I looked her in her eyes, as they rolled back into her head. The tape creaked as she pulled against her restraints, the sensation of being helpless heightening her pleasure. I watched as she bit into the sock gagging her and leant forwards, placing her head against my chest. Slowly, relentlessly, she edged towards orgasm, her moans getting louder as she went. When she was on the brink, she threw her head back and locked eyes with me, nodding and mumbling ‘yes’ repeatedly through her gag. She closed her eyes and pulled against her bindings as she came. The sustained moan that signalled her orgasm became choked as it washed over her. Still humping the vibrator, she leant forwards to bury her face in my chest again. Once her orgasm had passed, she pulled away from the vibrator and looked at me with dishevelled hair, still breathing heavily. I looked at the small wet patch on her scrub pants between her legs and gave her a kind smile. “Looks like you enjoyed that baby,” I cooed.
“Mmmmph,” she groaned.
“Well, you came, so you’re all mine to keep taped up now,”. I looked at her with a straight face and asked, “Want to stay taped up for a bit?”.
“Mmmhmmm,” she instantly nodded. Rosie just liked being tied up, and liked how there were no worldly-worries when she’s in bondage, as she simply could not do anything about them. As a result, she sometimes preferred to be left restrained before or after a scene; and if it fit with the scene, even better. “Okay then!” I smiled, before playfully pushing her onto her front. I got cleaned up, got dressed again and fetched my glasses from downstairs, before sitting in the corner of her room out of sight.

A short while passed, and I spent it scrolling Instagram. Rosie meanwhile, spent it occasionally struggling in her little tape prison and softly moaning. I asked her if she was ready to be untied and she nodded, so I pulled the scissors out of my bag. Untaping her was easier than expected. The gag hadn’t caught in her hair, and her shaved arms meant it was relatively painless freeing her. However she did have to wear a hoodie for the rest of the day, as the tape left conspicuous red marks across her wrists. I balled the tape up and hid it in my bag before spooning her in bed. After a long pause she said “I can’t believe you wouldn’t snowball me. Even after I sucked out your soul through your dick,”.
“What a wonderful mental image that leaves,” I replied
“Haha love you,”
“Love you too, kinky bitch,” I chided.


Well, I hope you enjoyed it! As always, any comments/feedback/love/hate/publishing deals always welcome!

As lovely as always to read your stories! I’d totally give you a publishing deal if I could…

Brilliantly written and love the gag being applied to a cum filled mouth. Very lucky man

Great story well written