Stories of Tie Up Games

I’m lied face up on the bed, naked and my wife has tied my hands tightly behind my back, loop after loop of rope which she has then cinched really tightly together and tied off so that I know there is no way to get free without her help.
Next, she has tied my ankles, knees and thighs together in the same way.
Although the ropes are awfully tight, I know better than to complain – she’d just laugh and tie them tighter still.
She looks down at me from the side of the bed and smiles sweetly “Comfy? Not for long boy!”
First, she slides down her jeans and then slowly peels off her panties - “I’ve worn these all day just for you” she says as she opens the drawer in the bedside table and takes out her red elbow length rubber gloves.
“Nurse needs her rubber gloves before she applies the treatment.” She says darkly, pulling on the gloves and snapping them up to her elbows. Standing above me she holds the knickers in her gloved hand. “I’ve always wanted to chloroform you boy! But this will have to do for now.”
She pushes her damp panties into my face, holding them tightly over my mouth and nose so that I have no choice but to breathe in her scent and when I try to squirm free she clamps her free gloved hand around my throat to hold me in place.
Now she leans close to my ear “You’re going to complain about the next bit, so I need you to be quiet.” Then she stuffs her knickers into my mouth, pushing them in deeply with her gloved fingers so that no part of my mouth can avoid the taste of her and finally she reaches back into the open drawer and pulls out a black stocking that she ties tightly around my mouth to complete her inescapable, musky gag.
When she produces the ball of thin cord, I know why she has decided to keep me quiet – she doesn’t want me to scream.
She sets about tying the cord around and around the top of my balls and then BETWEEN them, she is creating a package of pain between my legs. Then she pulls the length of cord down, stretching my balls longer than I would have believed possible, she ties the end to the rope between my ankles.

I dare not move.

Blindfolding me with a black contoured sleep mask she laughs and says “You won’t go anywhere while I get ready, will you?” then she gently cups my aching balls with her gloved hand and kisses my cheek.
I can hear her dressing while I’m lied in total darkness.
When she walks back over to the bed, the first thing that I feel is a clothes pin being applied to my left nipple, then another to my right and I gasp through my gag.
“Sshh, It’s going to get worse tonight” she says and clamps a rubber gloved hand across my nose and gagged mouth.
When she removes my blindfold, she is beautiful in the bedroom lamplight.
Shiny black rubber boots, glossy black nylon tights under a PVC skirt and matching black PVC long sleeved blouse with the arms tucked into those red rubber elbow length gloves.
She’s holding a folded white object that I haven’t seen before.
“Remember our chat last week?” she says as she unfolds the mystery package – I do, we’d had a frank discussion about when I’d first felt the stirrings of a rubber fetish as a child – I’d had a real attraction to my older sisters white rubber bathing cap – embarrassing really.
That’s what she holding now – a white rubber bubble decorated swim cap. “Good old
E bay” she says as she gets on to the bed and sits across my stomach and stretches her booted legs along my thighs.
“I do like to see you struggle to breathe, and you can relive the good old days while you suffocate!”
With that she stretches the cap across the crown of my head and down over my face and chin.
As I’m being smothered under the white rubber that’s stretched tightly over my face, she’s removing and replacing the pegs on my nipples and when I attempt to buck from under her, the cord on my balls pulls tight and she’s laughing at my gagged, rubber muffled screams.
Finally she removes the rubber cap and the clothes pegs and sits across my chest smiling at me.
“I’m not finished yet, boy. Take a DEEP breath.”
She scoots up my chest and lifts her skirt and raises her crotch above my face.
I just have time to register that she’s not wearing knickers under her nylons (of course not, they’re stuffed into my mouth) – and then she sits her full weight onto my gagged face, filling my nose with her scent and cutting off my air completely with her nylon covered pussy.
I’m whining into my gag, trying desperately to free my hands and my balls are being stretched mercilessly, while she’s panting above me.
She sits back off my face and holds my head between her gloved hands - “I enjoyed that a lot! – I’m afraid you are going to be kept like this for quite a long time tonight!”
Then down comes the rubber cap again.
For a couple of hours she alternates between smothering me with rubber cap, her pussy and her hands – it was fantastic.
I have spectacular rope burns on my wrists today – long sleeves for a couple of days then.

HI, @melancholica,
Please add gender tags to the title, we're being a bit strict about that at the minute and it saves my getting complaints. Thanks.

And please keep adding your stories!!

Great story so far, hope you can continue!

Thank you!