Stories of Tie Up Games

It took me a little while to show my wife the story that I’d published in Stories of Tie Up Games and I nervously watched her read it on her phone – I’m fairly sure that I saw a little smile as she read my description of how she’d tied me up for an evening, but when she finished she said nothing and carried on with what she’d been doing – I was a little disappointed that she didn’t seem to feel the excitement that I’d had in seeing our bondage adventure on a website.

A few days later and I’ve taken a few days off work, mainly just relaxing while she’s working in the garden - getting it tidied up for Winter and getting her wellies a little muddy, on my second day off she’s doing pretty much the same thing and I’m watching through the window, admiring her arse in her tight jeans and thinking how good they look tucked into her black rubber boots. In fact I’m also thinking that those boots must be really comfortable because I haven’t seen her wearing anything else in the last few days.

As it’s beginning to get dark she comes in from the garden and catches me watching TV with my feet up on the sofa – snatching the remote from my hand she smiles brightly and says “Right boy, off you go to the bedroom – get undressed, lie on the floor and wait for me”
– “But..” I say –
“No buts – upstairs now!”

I’m lying face up on the bedroom carpet, face up and starting to get a little excited – when she enters the room she’s still wearing her jeans and black rubber boots but now she’s holding our play bag rather than a garden trowel. That small leather case contains an assortment of ropes, rubber and a small selection of toys that we’ve bought over the years – she drops it to the floor and stands over me with a booted foot on either side of my head. God, but those black boots are warm and smell strongly of rubber!

“My boots are filthy” she says “Get to work cleaning them, with your tongue boy”. She clamps my head between her boots, just allowing me enough space to turn my head so that I can lick the rubber boots one by one. She’s finally satisfied and then orders me to turn onto my stomach with my hands placed behind my back.

Now she pulls a few coils of rope from the bag and starts binding my hands – looping the rope around and around my wrists and then round and round between my wrists, forming tight rope handcuffs that I won’t be able to remove anytime soon. Next, my upper arms, ankles and above my knees in the same tight fashion, Finally she pulls the remaining rope around my ankles and ties it tightly to the rope around my wrists, actually planting her booted foot onto my back to give her better purchase while she tightens my hogtie. Grabbing my shoulders with both hands, she rolls me over onto my side and then leans over and says “Are you uncomfortable boy? It’s going to get a lot worse!”

Noticing my erect state of excitement, she tuts loudly as she slaps at my cock and says “You aren’t here to enjoy yourself!” Reaching into the bag she pulls out a roll of thin cord and uses it to bind up my balls, wrapping the cord around the top of my scrotum and then around the base of my cock – it’s tied so tightly that I realise that I won’t be coming unless she releases me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so genuinely helpless and I’m already starting to ache around my shoulders and the small of my back.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she now starts to pull off her rubber boots (with some difficulty as she’s worn them for so long) and then her jeans. I realise that she’s been wearing them over thick, black tights – it must have been unbearably warm to wear those under her jeans and boots all day - her legs and feet must have been awfully sweaty! She throws her boots toward me as I lie helpless, they both land quite close to my face and the smell of warm rubber is overpowering.

Removing her tights, she rolls one leg of the thick black nylons up in her hands and says “I’ve worn these for two days under those boots, they’re really damp and smelly now!”

She sits on the floor next to me and pulls a leg of the thick black tights right down over my head. When she’s used a nylon stocking to hood me before, she has just pulled it down loosely, only covering my face at the level of the stockings thigh – this time she pulls RIGHT down, my face is tightly compressed into the foot of the tight and the nylon is damp, dark and stinks of rubber and sweat. Then she wraps the other leg of the tights tightly around my mouth, making an extremely effective gag. I can’t even mumble in protest – the gag is so tight that the blood is pounding in my head.

I hear her rustle in the play bag one last time – something cold is placed around my thumbs and then there is a distinctive Zzzip! sound as she tightens the zip tie, binding my thumbs together and then the same happens with my big toes. She has raided my tool shed while working in the garden!

“You’re staying there a LONG time” she says as I hear her lie on the bed and turn on the TV. “The next time that you decide to tell everybody on the internet what I do to you, you’d better THINK – it’ll be even worse for you next time, boy”.

She left me bound, gagged and in the dark rubber stinking prison of her tights for almost three hours.

I can’t help but think – knowing what I like, why would she choose to punish me this way?
What does she mean even worse?
I can’t wait to show her this post!

Wonderful story! Definitely a reward, not a punishment.
It will be great to read what reward she gives you next for posting this story.

Great story - thanks for sharing! Would love to hear other experiences!

Was the taste of the gag pretty torturous?
Did she tease you much over the 3 hours?

Glad you liked it.
No, she left me unable to move a muscle on the bedroom floor, head trapped in her stinky nylon prison for three hours while she lay on the bed watching soaps on TV.
Bearing in mind that she's going to read this, I'd love to tell you that her feet tasted of wine and chocolate, but they didn't.
That gag was pretty unpleasant and uncomfortably tight. A few days later and I can still taste and smell rubber, sweat and damp nylons.
She released my cock before she untied my hogtie and I came as soon as she started to loose the knots around it. So I don't even know if she'd planned to relieve me or just to let me suffer some more!

Worse hm? Maybe she'll bring in friends lol.

That sounded incredible and very intense. It sounds like she has grown into the role since you opened up to her. And that she is having as much fun as you are. I always thought it would be hot to be strictly tied and gagged and hidden away in the house whilst my wife had friends over for the evening for drinks etc. They would be totally oblivious to the plight I'm in. All I would be able to hear is the distant sounds of voices, laughter and glasses clinking. Knowing that I wouldn't be released until all guests had gone home at the very earliest.