Stories of Tie Up Games

In the quiet Friday afternoon, Lucy, a nineteen year old college student with fiery red hair and vivid green eyes, sat cross-legged on the couch in the living room. Barefoot, dressed in a green shirt and a pair of brown cargo shorts, She flipped through the pages of a magazine, the occasional giggle escaping her lips as she read an article about the latest celebrity mishap. The room was a comfortable mess, with piles of books and discarded clothing scattered around, a testament to their relaxed lifestyle.

It had been a few months since Emma had invited Lucy to live with her in a apartment just off the college campus, after finding a “roommate wanted” sign on a community bulletin board on campus grounds.

Emma, a twenty year old with short black hair and piercing blue eyes, strolled into the room barefoot, wearing a worn black shirt and ripped jeans. She had a mischievous smile on her face, and Lucy felt a twinge of curiosity as Emma sat down next to her, setting aside her magazine. "Hey, Lucy," Emma began, her voice low and casual, "I've got an idea for something we could try."

Lucy looked up, her curiosity piqued. "What's up?"
Emma leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You know my thing for bondage, right?"

Lucy blinked, unsure where this was going. "Yeah, I know you're into that. It's cool, you've got your hobbies."
"Well," Emma said, "I was thinking we could try it out. You know, just for fun. Nothing crazy, just a little bit of light bondage play."
The room grew a bit warmer as Lucy felt a flush creep up her neck. She knew Emma's tastes leaned towards the kinky side of the spectrum, but this was definitely new territory for her.

Taking a deep breath, Lucy studied her roommate's face, looking for any signs of jest. But Emma's expression was earnest, her gaze steady. "You're serious?"
Emma nodded, her smile never wavering. "It's just a bit of fun between friends, no pressure. If you don't want to, it's totally cool."

“What do you really mean? Like you want to tie me up or something?” Lucy’s voice was a mix of surprise and uncertainty.
Emma nodded, her eyes sparkling. “Yeah, just a little bit. Nothing extreme, I promise. Just light rope play, I've done it before with other friends, and they've all loved it. It's a fun thing to do with friends, you know?"

The idea was foreign to Lucy, who had always associated bondage with more serious, romantic situations, not casual hangouts. She had never heard of people engaging in such activities outside of a relationship. "I've never heard of people doing that just for fun," Lucy said, her voice a mix of skepticism and curiosity. The thought of being tied up by her roommate made her stomach flutter in an uncomfortable yet oddly exhilarating way.

Emma, noticing Lucy's apprehension, decided to ease into the proposition. "Okay, how about this," she suggested, her tone light and casual, "why don't I let you tie me up first? That way you can see it's not as scary as it sounds, and then if you're into it, we can switch?"

Considering the offer, Lucy felt her heart rate begin to slow. Maybe it was worth a shot. It could be an interesting experience, and she trusted Emma. "Alright, I guess I can do that," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Emma's grin widened. "Perfect!" She jumped off the couch with a bound that belied her usual calm demeanor. "Let's grab some supplies!"
In the bedroom, Lucy watched as Emma pulled out a box from under her bed, the lid revealing an assortment of silk scarves, ropes, and cuffs. The sight was surprising yet intriguing. Emma had always been open about her interests, but seeing her collection laid out before her brought a sense of reality to the situation that Lucy hadn't quite anticipated.

"Why do you like being tied up?" Lucy asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Emma's grin grew wider. "It's just a bit of a thrill," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "The feeling of being at someone else's mercy, but in a safe way. Plus, it's a chance to really let go and just be in the moment."
Her eyes searched Lucy's, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. Seeing none, she continued, "But if you're not into it, we totally don't have to do this. It's all about consent and making sure everyone's having fun."

The room was silent for a moment before Lucy took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, let's do it. I'll tie you up first, and we'll see how it goes."

Lucy picks up a coil of rope, feeling the softness of the fibers against her palm. She wasn't sure what to expect, but there was something about the excitement in Emma's eyes that made her want to try. "Okay, how do we start?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Emma sat on the edge of her bed and said “can bind me with those rope, or can use the cuffs if youre not good at tying a knote?”
Lucy picked up a pair of handcuffs, the metal restraint is black in color and unlike any handcuff she seen from movies or shows, there was no chain connection but hinges. “Okay Emma, hands behind your back” Lucy said, Emma lay face down on her bed and placed her hands behind her back.

The cuffs clicked into place, securing Emma’s wrists together. Lucy felt a strange mix of power and responsibility as she took a step back to admire her work. Emma tested the cuffs, wiggling her fingers slightly, and gave a nod of approval. "Now, do my ankles," she said, her voice filled with excitement. Lucy looked through the box and picked up a second pair of cuffs, exactly like the first pair binding Emma’s wrists.
Lucy stepped closer to Emma, who raised her legs up to allow Lucy to cuff her ankles together. She felt Emma's bare skin against her own as she attached the second set of cuffs. The intimacy of the act made Lucy’s cheeks flush. "How does it feel?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Emma looked over her shoulder at Lucy, her eyes sparkling. "It feels great," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "Now, let's make it more interesting. Do you know what a hogtie is?”
The color in Lucy's cheeks deepened as she shook her head. "No, I don't," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Emma rolled onto her back, bound hand and foot. "It's when your wrists and ankles are tied together, behind your back," she explained, her smile turning a bit more wicked. "It's a classic bondage position. I like you to tie me in that position.”
Lucy chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. "Okay, let's do that," she said, her voice shakier than she would have liked.

Emma instructed Lucy to grab rope. Lucy grabbed a coil of camouflage pattern, military looking rope that was soft to the touch. Emma wiggled around until she positioned herself facedown facing the foot of the bed and the door.
With Emma’s instructions, Lucy wrapped the rope around the hinge of the cuffs around Emma’s wrists before Emma bent her legs up. Lucy ran the rope around the hinges of the cuffs binding Emma’s ankles and pulled until Emma could almost touch her heels before tying the rope.

“How is that?” Lucy ask Emma after finishing the hogtie, her hands slightly trembling from the tension of the new experience.

Emma tested her restraint, the muscles in her arms and legs flexing slightly. “It’s perfect, Lucy,” she murmured, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. Lucy stepped back again, examining her handiwork. Her roommate was now immobilized on the bed, the rope and cuffs creating an intricate web of restraint.

"So, what now?" Lucy asked, her heart racing as she studied the vulnerable yet strangely alluring scene before her.
Emma grins up at her “really its up to you.
"You can just leave me here," Emma offered with a playful wiggle of her hips. "Or you can untie me, and we can switch places. Or you can do whatever you want, it's all about the experience and what makes you comfortable."

Lucy watches Emma wiggle around a bit as she thinks what to do. So, Emma is now bound, more then likely not about to be freed unless she release Emma. Lucy isnt into other girls in a sexual way, and even Emma said this was just a game between friends. Lucy doesnt want to be boring to Emma, but she doesnt really know what to do next.

Her eyes travel to Emma’s bare feet, which are suspended in the air because of the hogtie. She notices Emma’s soles, which are surprisingly clean for someone who goes barefoot as often as she does. There’s something oddly intimate about seeing someone’s feet in such a vulnerable state, and Lucy can’t help but feel a strange fascination. She’s never really thought much about feet before, but now they seem almost...beautiful in their simplicity.

The silence stretches out between them, filled only with the sound of Emma’s shallow breaths. Lucy’s mind races with thoughts of what to do next. This isn’t a situation she ever imagined herself in, but it’s also not unpleasant. It’s different, thrilling even, in a way she can’t quite articulate.

Her gaze lingers on Emma’s bound feet. They look so small and defenseless in this position, the pink soles exposed and vulnerable. Lucy’s mind wonders to how her brother would had taken the opportunity to tickle her feet in such a opportunity, making Lucy shiver at the thought of anyone touching her feet. The sight of her friend’s feet makes her wonder if Emma shares the same trait. The urge to find out is overwhelming, and she takes a step closer to the bed.

"Emma, do you like having your feet tickled?" Lucy's voice is tentative, feeling slightly guilty for the sudden curiosity.
Emma's eyes widen and she giggles. "Not really, I'm super ticklish!"
The admission sends a thrill through Lucy, and before she can think twice, she gently touches Emma's left sole with the tip of her index finger.
Emma's body jolts, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Lucy can't help but laugh at her friend's reaction, feeling a sense of power she never knew existed within her. She withdraws her hand, unsure if she's crossed a line.

Emma's giggles subside, and she looks up at Lucy with a playful glare. "Not fair," she says through a smile. "You know I can't defend myself like this."
"I'm sorry," Lucy says, still laughing. "I just couldn't resist. You looked so... I don't know, inviting."
Emma's expression softens, seemingly to enjoy the gentle touch. "It's okay," she says, her voice a little shaky from the giggles. "But if you tickle me again, I might just have to tickle you back."

“But you’re all tied up” Lucy said, sounding more playfully mocking than she felt. The thrill of power was strange and exhilarating. She decided to push the boundaries a bit more.

Without waiting for a response, Lucy lightly brushed her fingers along the arch of Emma’s right foot. This time, Emma’s squeal was louder, and she squirmed against the bed, her bound form struggling to escape the torment. The sight of her roommate’s reaction was both entertaining and slightly nerve-wracking. Lucy wasn’t sure if she enjoyed the power she had or if she was just having fun, but she knew she wasn’t ready to stop.

Emma’s eyes watered as she begged for mercy, her laughs turning into desperate giggles. Lucy felt a strange mix of amusement and guilt, but the thrill was too strong to resist. She continued to tickle Emma’s feet, watching as her roommate’s body writhed in response. The room was filled with the sounds of their laughter and Emma’s protests, creating a peculiar yet oddly harmonious symphony.

“I’m sorry, Emma, but you look too cute like this!” Lucy said, her own laughter bubbling up.
Emma’s breath grew quicker as she squirmed in her restraint. “Lucy, please! Not my feet!” she begged playfully, her voice high-pitched and pleading.

Emma’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m warning you, if you don’t stop, I’ll have to get you back once I’m free!”
The room was alive with the sound of their laughter and the squeak of the bed frame under Emma’s bound body. Despite her playful protests, Lucy could see the joy in her friend’s eyes.

Feeling bold, Lucy paused her tickling and stepped back, her gaze falling on the box of bondage gear. Her hand hovered over the items, her heart racing with anticipation. She picked out a velvety red ball gag, the soft fabric in stark contrast to the metal of the handcuffs. She held it up to Emma, her eyebrows raised in question.

“This could be fun” Lucy said with a smirk, holding the red ball gag between her thumb and forefinger, twirling it playfully.
Emma’s eyes went wide at the sight of the gag. "You wouldn't," she said, trying to sound serious, but her tone was laced with excitement.
"Wouldn't I?" Lucy challenged, stepping closer to the bed.
Emma's breath hitched as Lucy leaned over her, the gag poised at her mouth. "Okay, okay," she giggled, "you win. You can put it on."

With a gentle touch, Lucy slid the gag into Emma's mouth, the soft fabric filling her cheeks. She fastened the strap behind her head, making sure it wasn't too tight. Emma's muffled protests turned into giggles, and she squirmed under Lucy's touch. The sight of her friend gagged and bound was more thrilling than Lucy had expected.

"Now you're really at my mercy," Lucy said, her voice a mix of excitement and nerves. Emma's eyes were wide with anticipation, the playful glint in them unmistakable.
Emma nodded, her cheeks reddening further. The ball gag muffled any sound she might make, turning her voice into a series of unintelligible whimpers that only served to add to the thrill of the moment.

With Emma now unable to speak, Lucy felt a rush of power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She stepped back and took a deep breath, trying to decide what to do next. The room felt charged with energy, and the air was thick with anticipation.

"Alright, I'm going to tickle you again," Lucy announced with a wicked grin. She reached out and began to tickle Emma's feet again.
Emma's eyes grew wide with surprise and delight as Lucy's fingers danced along her soles. She thrashed and writhed, her bound limbs struggling against the restraints. Her cheeks were flushed, and her laughter and screams of protest were muffled by the ball gag.

As Lucy's tickling grew more persistent, Emma's muffled giggles turned into pleas for mercy. Her body arched off the bed, and she was clearly trying to form words around the gag, but all that came out were unintelligible sounds.
Feeling a bit guilty but mostly thrilled by the power she held, Lucy decided to give Emma a break. She sat down on the bed, her heart racing. The sight of her roommate bound and gagged was something she never would have imagined, and she couldn’t deny the rush it gave her.

Emma panted heavily through her nose, her eyes watering from the intense tickling. She looked up at Lucy, who sat next to her with a playful smirk. "So, what do you think?" Lucy asked, her voice teasing.

“Mmpph!” was the only sound that came out of Emma’s mouth as she nodded vigorously, trying to convey her message through her eyes. Lucy couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s plight, the ball gag making her look even more adorable than usual. She had to admit, this was a side of Emma she had never seen before—vulnerable and at her mercy. It was strange, as Lucy viewed Emma to be a stoic, intelligent, and independent young woman, but in this moment, she saw a playful and adventurous spirit that she hadn’t fully realized was there.

Taking a step back, Lucy announced, “Okay, I’m going to leave you here for a bit, see if you can escape.” She winked, confident that Emma couldn’t possibly escape from handcuffs.
Emma’s eyes widened in mock horror, and she let out a muffled protest, her legs kicking wildly causing the sound of metal clanking from the cuffs. Lucy just laughed harder, feeling a strange thrill at the power she held. She turned and walked out of the room, leaving Emma to her fate.

As she stepped into the kitchen, Lucy's thoughts raced. What had just happened? This was so unlike her, but the rush of excitement was undeniable. She poured herself a glass of water, taking a sip and trying to calm her nerves. The cold liquid soothed her dry throat as she sits down on the couch, lost in thought.

The sound of a muffled protest echoed from the bedroom, snapping Lucy back to reality. She had left Emma all tied up and gagged. The situation was definitely unusual, but it also brought a strange sense of satisfaction. Lucy chuckled at the thought as she places her feet on the coffee table, thinking about how it must feel to be tied up with no one to free you. She sipped her water, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat, and decided to give Emma a little more time to struggle before checking on her.

Her bare feet rested on the table’s smooth surface, wiggling her toes as she crossed her ankles. The thought of her own feet being tickled, helpless and bound, sent a shiver down her spine. “Its a good chance that Emma would get me back after this” Lucy told herself, thinking of the nervous thought of being in the same situation.

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional muffled sound coming from the bedroom. Lucy could only imagine what Emma was doing, her mind racing with scenarios. Was she trying to escape, or was she just lying there, enjoying the sensation of being restrained?

Suddenly, she heard the sound of something moving in the hallway, and she jumped to her feet. She turned to see Emma, her hands and feet still bound, hopping awkwardly into the living room. The rope that Lucy had tied for the hogtie loose, only attached to Emma’s wrists cuffs.

“Emma, how did you do that?” Lucy gasped, astonished.
Emma's cheeks were flushed, and she looked up at Lucy with a mix of pride and amusement. She mumbled something unintelligible around the gag.

Lucy got up and walked over to Emma, who in turn hopped twice before falling over. Lucy reached to catch Emma, but she wasn’t prepared for the weight and fell with Emma, particularly acting as a cushion to break Emma’s fall.
“Ow!” Lucy chuckled as Emma landed on her thighs. Both her and Emma chuckled at the situation. Lucy took a moment to stare up at the ceiling with a hand on her forehead, when she felt something brushing the tops of her feet.

Lucy looked down as Emma was wiggling down her calves a little, facing her. She had a mischievous look on her face as she reached behind herself and kept wiggling her fingers against Lucy’s ankles and the tops of her feet. “You little...” she began to scold playfully, but her words were cut off by a burst of laughter as Emma’s touch tickled her.

Emma let out a evil sounding giggle through the gag. Lucy thrashed a little under Emma’s weight before sitting up and pushed Emma off her legs.

“You want to play that game?” Lucy’s voice had a playful edge to it.
Emma let out a scream when Lucy started tickling her sides, the gag muffling her protests. She squirmed and wriggled, trying to escape Lucy’s grasp, but her bound limbs were useless. The weight of Lucy’s body kept her in place, the cuffs around her wrists and ankles digging in slightly.

Emma’s eyes watered from laughter as Lucy’s fingers danced over her ribs, the sensation sending waves of pleasure and ticklish agony through her body. She bucked her hips, trying to dislodge Lucy, but Lucy straddled Emma’s thighs, her own legs planted firmly on either side of her bound friend. Emma’s bound hands were pressed between herself and the carpet floor, rendering them completely useless as Lucy attacks her sides with a merciless fervor.

Emma's laughter grew more frantic as her eyes shut tightly, her body jolting with each tickle. Lucy watched her friend’s face grow redder and redder, her own heart racing with excitement. The power she held was thrilling, and she couldn’t help but continue.

But as the minutes ticked by, Lucy's own amusement began to wane, and she grew concerned. She didn’t want to push Emma too far. With a final tickle, she stopped and leaned back, panting slightly from the exertion. "Alright, I think that's enough," she said, a hint of concern in her voice as she crawled off her friend.

Emma rolled onto her side and curled her knees up to her chest, still giggling and gasping for air. Lucy could see the sheen of sweat on her forehead, and she felt a pang of guilt for pushing her so hard. She reached down and gently unbuckled the gag, pulling it out of her friend's mouth with care. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Emma nodded, her voice raspy from laughing so hard. "Yeah," she managed to croak out between breaths. "That was... intense."

Her eyes searched Lucy's, looking for any signs of discomfort or regret. “It seems you starting to enjoy this more than you thought you would, huh?” Lucy nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
Emma’s smile grew wider as she took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I knew you’d love it,” she said, “i had fun too, Lucy, really had fun."

“But now, it’s your turn!” Emma’s voice was filled with excitement as she wiggled around, trying to get into a more comfortable position despite her restraints. Lucy felt her cheeks heat up at the thought, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through her at the idea of being in Emma’s place.
“Alright, I guess we can switch,” Lucy said, standing up. She took a moment to view her friend bound one last time before going into Emma’s room to find the key of the handcuffs.

Love the description of Lucy's feelings, how she started off being apprehensive about the whole bondage thing and eventually really enjoying it. I'd love to see a continuation where we see how Lucy feels on the receiving end of being tied up!

this one's really sweet :3

Anyone want a part two?

Im.V wrote: 3 months ago Anyone want a part two?

Yes, part two would be most welcome!

Great story,!
And yes it very much deserves a part 2

Of course. I am curious what she does to Lucy to get revenge.

Great update, keep going.

Part two; Emma’s fun



Emma walks into the living room where Lucy is waiting, sitting on the carpet floor. “I thought I’ll use rope on you Lucy, I hope you don’t mind?” She smiles mischievously.

Lucy giggles nervously, her eyes lighting up with a mix of excitement and nerves. "Sure, go ahead," she says, her voice quivering slightly. She watches as Emma holds up the coils of rope, all having a military camouflage pattern to them. Lucy thought it matches Emma’s usual stoic demeanor, which was quite the contrast to her playful side that was coming out today.

Emma nods with a glint in her eye, and Lucy can't help but feel a rush of adrenaline as she obeys the instruction to lay face down. The coolness of the floor is a stark contrast to the warmth of her cheeks. She stretches out her arms behind her back, feeling the soft carpet brush against her skin.
Lucy’s cargo shorts went down just at knees level, and she takes notice of the carpet itching the bare skin of her calves and feet a little while Emma was rounding rope around her wrists, securing them with a knot that's surprisingly gentle yet firm. The coarse material of the rope feels oddly comforting against her skin, a sensation she didn't expect.

Emma then proceeds to bind Lucy’s ankles with the same meticulous care, the rope snaking around them in a pattern Lucy can’t quite discern from her position. She feels the tension in the rope tighten as Emma pulls it taut, but not to the point of pain.

“Is that okay?” Emma asks, kneeling beside Lucy and looking down at her work.

Lucy nods, her heart racing. The anticipation of what’s to come is both thrilling and a bit scary. She feels a sense of vulnerability, but also a strange comfort in knowing that Emma is in control. “It’s fine,” she whispers, her voice slightly breathless.

Without warning, Emma's fingers dart to Lucy's feet, and she starts tickling her mercilessly. Lucy's giggles turn into full-blown laughter, her body squirming against the floor. The sensation of Emma’s fingers on the soles of her feet is electrifying, and she tries to kick away, or kick at Emma. But Emma sat on the back of her knees and went to town on Lucy’s feet, laughing along with her as Emma tickle mercilessly.

The desperation in Lucy's laughter grew with each second that passed. She had never been tickled while being tied up before, and the combination was overwhelming. Her eyes watered, and she gasped for air, but she couldn't escape the torrent of giggles that bubbled from her chest. The ropes that once felt comforting now served as a stark reminder of her captivity, her inability to protect her most sensitive spot.

"Emma, plea...hahaha...please," Lucy managed to squeak out between fits of laughter, her voice high-pitched and airy. "I...hahaha...can't take it...hahaha...anymore!" Her body writhed under Emma's touch, her feet kicking wildly in a futile attempt to escape the tickling.

Emma, enjoying Lucy's reaction, only tickled harder, her own laughter echoing through the apartment. "You're so ticklish, Lucy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with amusement.

"Oh my gosh, I know! Hahaha! It's so...hahaha...so unbearable!" Lucy's words were barely coherent amidst her uncontrollable laughter. Her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, and she felt her stomach muscles tighten from the effort of trying to hold in the laughs.

Emma finally relented, her own laughter subsiding. She leaned back on her heels, a smug grin on her face. "Alright, I'll give you a break," she said, "But only if you agree to let me tie you up a little more."

Lucy's laughter died down to a series of gasps and chuckles. She turned her head to the side, looking at Emma with a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, still breathless from the onslaught of tickling.

Emma's grin widened. "I want to make sure you can't move at all," she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "But I promise, no more tickling...for now."

With Lucy’s consent, Emma wrapped rope around Lucy’s upper body, going over her arms from just below her shoulders, and then down to her elbows. Lucy felt the ropes tighten as Emma pulled, but she remained relaxed, trusting her friend's intentions. The feeling of being bound grew more intense as the ropes hugged her tightly, but she found it oddly comforting, like being swaddled in a warm blanket on a cold night.
Next Emma wrapped rope around Lucy’s thighs, then just below and above her knees, creating a complex web that kept her legs immobile. Lucy felt a thrill run through her as she realized she was truly at Emma's mercy. The ropes didn’t pinch or bite into her skin, but instead held her in a firm yet comforting embrace. She couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of being so utterly helpless to her roommate’s whims.

Once Lucy was fully secured, Emma took a step back to admire her handiwork. "There," she said, her voice smug, "now you're all mine."
"I can't believe I let you do this," Lucy murmured, a hint of a smile playing on her lips despite the situation. She tested the ropes, finding them tight but not painful. The feeling of being restrained was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Emma's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to pace the room, considering her next move. "Now, what kind of trouble shall we get into?" she mused out loud, tapping a finger against her chin.
"Emma, you're scaring me," Lucy protested with a giggle, her eyes following her roommate's movements.

Without a moment's hesitation, Emma grabbed a roll of black duct tape from the nearby coffee table. Lucy's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could say anything, Emma was already ripping off a piece and moving closer.

“Any last words?”

Emma’s question hangs in the air, her hand holding the roll of black duct tape poised. Lucy’s eyes widen further, realizing what’s about to happen. She shakes her head vigorously, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

Emma chuckles, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief. She leans in, placing a piece of the tape over Lucy’s mouth, pressing it firmly down. Lucy feels the sticky material against her skin, and the sound of it being torn away from the roll sends a shiver down her spine. More pieces of tape follows, sealing her mouth completely, silencing her protests and giggles into muffled sounds. She’s left with only her eyes to communicate, and they widen even more as she watches Emma circle around her.

“Now, don’t go anywhere,” Emma says, her voice playfully ominous. She winks at Lucy, who can only make a muffled sound of protest. “I’ll be right back. I’ve got to grab snacks and a movie for later on. You know, to keep things interesting.” Lucy’s eyes go wide with shock, but Emma is already walking towards the door.
“Mmmmpphh!” Lucy tries to protest, her voice muffled by the duct tape. Panic flits through her eyes, but the sight of Emma’s retreating figure only makes her muffle sounds of protest louder.
Emma laughs and waves over her shoulder without looking back. "Don't worry, I won't be long," she calls out. The door clicks shut, leaving Lucy alone and bound in the middle of the room.

The apartment is eerily quiet with the absence of Emma. Lucy’s heart is racing as she tests the ropes again, finding them as inescapable as ever. She considers calling for help, but the thought of someone seeing her like this makes her blush even more intensely. She’s torn between the thrill of the situation and the fear of the unknown.

Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything she could use to free herself. She sees the body length mirror by the entrance of the hallway and a sudden thought crosses her mind. With a determined look, Lucy starts to wriggle her body closer to the mirror, her bound limbs moving inch by inch against the resistant floor. It takes considerable effort, her muscles burning from the exertion, but she finally reaches the base of the mirror.

Looking up at her reflection, Lucy studies the image of herself. She’s never seen herself in this state before, bound and helpless, and it’s a bit surreal. Her red hair is a wild mess around her face, a nice mix of contrast with her green eyes and the black duct tape.

Her heart races as the realization sets in that she’s truly trapped, her body immobile. But as she gazes into her own eyes in the mirror, she feels a strange sense of liberation, a thrill that sends a shiver down her spine.
Lucy lifts her legs up and her feet appeared over her head in the mirror. She is reminded how she thought when she saw Emma hogtied and how her feet looked vulnerable and helpless.
Almost…cute.
She wiggles her toes in a silent giggle, studying her own soles in the mirror. The thought of Emma’s hands on her feet again sends a tingle through her body, and she feels a blush creep up from her neck to her cheeks.

Her eyes wander over her bound form, tracing the ropes that snake around her, creating a complex pattern of control. She arches her back slightly, the ropes around her chest tightening just enough to make her gasp. The sensation is oddly exhilarating, and she finds herself squirming in the ropes, enjoying the way her body moves within them.

With a sudden burst of strength, Lucy wriggles her hips, her legs still in the air. The ropes bite into her skin a bit more, but she doesn't mind. The feeling of being restrained is starting to become more appealing, the helplessness turning into a thrilling game of submission. She tries to rock back and forth, but her movements are limited by her bonds, which only fuels her curiosity.

Her eyes flick to the mirror again, watching the way her bound body moves with every twitch and squirm. The sight of herself in this vulnerable position sends a strange thrill through her. She rolls onto her side and tries to pull her legs closer to her chest. The ropes dig into her skin slightly, but the sensation is not unpleasant. It’s more like a firm reminder of her predicament.

With renewed determination, Lucy tries to wiggle her way over to the couch, the edge of it teasingly within her reach. She inched closer, the ropes cutting slightly into her skin with each movement, leaving her gasping for air.
Lucy manages sit with her back to the couch to help herself slid into the seat, then wiggled a bit to sit. Lucy sits back into the couch and placed her feet on the coffee table. She finds that the ropes are tighter than before, but the pressure on her body feels surprisingly good, a mix of comfort and challenge. She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling against the ropes that bind her.

Just as Lucy starts to get comfortable in her new position, the door to the apartment swings open, and Emma walks in, a bag full of snacks and a few movies in hand. She looks at Lucy with an expression that's a blend of surprise and satisfaction. "Looks like you had a bit of fun while I was gone," she says, raising an eyebrow at Lucy's new position on the couch.

Emma kicks her shoes off at the door, letting them clatter to the floor, and walks over to the couch, setting the bag down with a thud. She sits cross-legged in front of Lucy, her eyes scanning over her bound friend. "You really are something else, Lucy," she says with a shake of her head.

Emma racked Lucy’s soles casuing a jolt of surprise through Lucy that made her bend her legs back to her chest. “Mmmphh!” Lucy's muffled protest filled the room, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
With a playful smirk, Emma grabbed another length of rope. She gently pulled Lucy’s legs back onto the coffee table. Lucy watched with a mix of horror and excitement as Emma wrapped the rope vertically between Lucy’s ankles and around the coffee table. With a firm tug, Emma bound Lucy’s ankles to the coffee table.

The new position left Lucy's legs stuck to the coffee table. The table is large and heavy, Lucy wouldnt be able to lift the table up with her legs so easily.

Emma smirks as she kneels down in front of Lucy again, her eyes twinkling with excitement as she wiggles her fingers over Lucy’s toes. "Looks like I have easy access now," she says, her voice filled with mischief. Lucy's eyes widen in anticipation, her body tensing at the promise of the tickling to come.

"Mmmphh!" Lucy tries to protest, her voice muffled by the duct tape. She squirms against the ropes, her feet jerking in an attempt to escape Emma's touch. But it's no use; she's as immobile as a statue on the couch, her feet displayed like a feast for Emma's amusement.
Emma chuckles, leaning in closer to inspect Lucy's feet. "Look at these adorable things," she says, her voice low and teasing. "So soft and pink. Just begging to be tickled." Lucy's eyes widen even more, and she pulls against her bonds, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Emma's fingers hover over Lucy's soles, the anticipation of her touch making Lucy's feet twitch. "So vulnerable," she murmurs, tracing the arch of Lucy's foot with a feather-light touch. "How do they feel, all tied up like this?"
Lucy's muffled whines become more frantic, her eyes pleading. She tries to pull her legs away, but the ropes hold firm, keeping her ankles in place.
The tickling starts again, Emma's fingertips dancing over Lucy's feet with a skillful precision that leaves her writhing in the couch.

Emma’s eyes glint with amusement as Lucy’s toes curl and uncurl in response to her touch. She starts at the toes, moving to the soles, and then down to the heels. Lucy’s eyes are squeezed shut, her body jerking involuntarily. The laughter is forced from her, muffled and desperate, her bound form bouncing slightly on the couch cushions.

“Mmmphh! Stopphh!” Lucy’s muffled pleas fall on deaf ears as Emma’s tickling grows more intense. Her eyes sparkle with sadistic glee as she watches Lucy’s every reaction. Each giggle, each squirm, fuels her desire to tickle more.
Emma’s hand moves faster, her nails gently scraping the soles of Lucy’s feet, sending shockwaves of ticklish sensation up her legs. Lucy’s body contorts as much as the ropes will allow, her bound limbs jerking spasmodically. Her eyes water uncontrollably, and her cheeks are a deep shade of red.

Finally, Emma stops, her hands resting on Lucy’s ankles as she catches her breath. Lucy’s muffled protests turn into whimpers as she tries to regain her composure. Her chest heaves with the effort to breathe through her nose, her eyes still watering and her feet feeling like they’re on fire.

Emma’s smile softens as she notices Lucy’s distress. She gently starts to massage Lucy’s feet, her thumbs working out the knots in the arches and the balls of her feet. Lucy’s eyes shoot open, surprised by the sudden shift in sensation. The awful tickling turns into a soothing, calming massage, and she can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. The ropes seem to loosen their grip slightly, the pressure turning from restrictive to comforting under Emma’s skilled hands.

Emma’s eyes meet Lucy’s, her smug smile fading into something more gentle. “It’s okay, Lucy,” she murmurs, her voice soothing. “Just relax. You’re safe here with me.”
The massage feels heavenly after the intense tickling, and Lucy’s body slowly starts to unwind. She sighs contentedly, the tension in her muscles melting away. The ropes that bound her body now felt like the hugging embrace of a warm blanket. She nods her head, her eyes dropping closed as she succumbs to the rhythmic motion of Emma’s thumbs.

Without warning, Emma’s lips touch Lucy’s toe, the softness of the kiss taking her by surprise. Lucy’s eyes fly open, and she gasps, her body going rigid. The sensation is strange, but not unpleasant, and she’s not sure how to react. She noticed Emma’s cheeks redden, and she can see the embarrassment in her friend’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Emma says quickly, her voice a mix of apology and shyness. She starts to pull her hand away, but Lucy shakes her head slightly, a silent plea for her to continue. The kiss was a moment of unexpected intimacy, but Lucy found that she didn’t hate it.

Emma seems to understand, and she resumes the massage, her touch a little more tentative now. She moves from Lucy’s toes to her calves, her hands strong yet gentle. Lucy feels her muscles relaxing under the warmth of Emma’s hands, and she lets out a contented sigh. The room feels peaceful again, the laughter and tickling a distant memory.
“Is this okay?” Emma asks, her voice low and concerned. Lucy nods, the tension in her body slowly draining away.
As Emma leaned over and worked Lucy’s calves, Lucy noticed a strange, calm look on Emma’s face as her head got nearer to Lucy’s feet. Emma closed her eyes as if she was savoring the moment. Lucy felt something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It wasn’t fear anymore, but a warm feeling that spread through her body.

Emma’s lips touched the tips of Lucy’s toes as the massage starts to slowly disappear, forgotten by the moment of intimacy that had passed between them. The air in the room grew thick with unspoken questions and newfound feelings. Lucy’s heart hammered in her chest, and she couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.

“Mmpph?” Lucy's voice was a muffled question, her eyes searching Emma’s face for an explanation. Emma looks up at Lucy and said “sorry, i have a foot fetish im embarrassed to say.” Her voice was softer than before, a hint of vulnerability in it. Lucy’s eyes widened in shock, but then she felt a strange sense of understanding.

Emma’s teeth grazed the sides of Lucy’s feet, sending shivers up her legs. It tickled, but the sensation was different from the agonizing tickles she’d received earlier. This was more...intimate. Lucy’s breath hitched as she felt Emma’s tongue dart out, licking along the edge of her foot. The sensation was surprisingly pleasant, and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her taped-covered mouth. Lucy’s legs quivered with each touch of Emma’s mouth, the ropes holding her in place only heightening the sensation.

Emma’s eyes remained on Lucy’s, searching for any sign of discomfort or disapproval. But all she saw was curiosity. Encouraged, Emma’s hands moved from Lucy’s calves to her soles again. This time, she didn’t hold back, her fingers digging in with more pressure. Lucy’s body responded immediately, her back arching, her eyes squeezing shut tightly as she struggled against the ropes. Her muffled squeals filled the room, each one louder than the last.

The tickling grew more intense, Emma’s laughter joining Lucy’s as she watched her friend’s body contort in a desperate attempt to escape the onslaught. Lucy’s feet jerked and twitched, trying to kick away from Emma’s touch, but it was no use. The ropes held firm, and Emma’s fingers danced over her sensitive soles without mercy. Lucy’s bound body was a blur of movement, her face a mask of pure agony and delight.

Finally, Emma’s laughter subsided, and she leaned back. “Alright, Lucy, I think that’s enough for now,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held up a hand in a dramatic gesture. “But before I untie you, I want to make sure we are still okay? Are we still cool?”

The question hung in the air, thick with the unspoken tension of their newfound intimacy. Lucy took a moment to gather her thoughts, her chest still heaving from the exertion. She nodded, the tape over her mouth preventing her from speaking. But her eyes, now gleaming with a mix of amusement and something else, seemed to say it all.

Emma set to work untying Lucy, her movements careful and precise. Lucy watched her, the thrill of the past moments still coursing through her veins. The room felt different now, the air charged with something unspoken. As Emma reached the last knot, Lucy felt a sudden pang of disappointment mixed with relief.

Emma seemed more shy then anything, and didnt say much as they set the movie in and started on their snacks. Lucy glaced over at Emma to see if she was okay, but Emma was already focused on the TV, her cheeks a little red. Lucy felt a bit embarassed herself but decided to let it go for now. They sat in silence for a few moments before Lucy lifts her legs up and crossed her ankles on Emma’s lap.
“You dont mind, do you?” Lucy asks with a sweet smile, she sees Emma getting into a better mood. Emma asks “you dont think im a creep? For what i did?”
“No, Emma, it’s just weird because i’ve never done anything like this before. But it’s okay, really.” Lucy's voice is gentle, trying to ease Emma’s nerves.

Emma smiles and gently toys with Lucy’s feet, her thumbs rubbing the arches as they watch the movie. The tension from earlier has dissipated, replaced by a warm, comfortable silence. Lucy’s eyes never leave the screen, but she’s acutely aware of every touch, every caress from Emma’s fingers.

Fine continuation!

It's a cute chapter! Love how the experience bring the two of them being more intimate