Stories of Tie Up Games

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My First story here! A lot of my tales (true guys) are about me and my Girlfriend Briana, Since she was the one who introduced me to this crazy world of bondage. My yarns (fictional guys) also include her but if they seem a little out there that's cause they are. Usually those ones are pulled from her imagination and written by me. I have been a bit of an amateur writer the last couple of months and have started to dip into story writing so Briana had the idea to try mixing these two new worlds for me and share some experiences here!

My name is Casey, a bit about me;

I'm a 33 y/o Caucasian woman, 5'5 with long brunette hair that I dye black, with some light freckling on my shoulders and across the bridge of my nose under my brown eyes. I have a somewhat athletic build I suppose from several years of skateboarding. I'm not amazing or anything, especially now that I am in my early 30's I can't be bothered to throw myself down stairs anymore but do go for a roll almost every day. That's pretty much my most distinct features.

I met Briana under a year ago through friends out at a party, and have been dating for a few months. She has long dark hair like me but hers is a more natural black which I am very jealous of, she often wears it tied back and has a very clean undercut. She is also Caucasian, 5'9 (Yes, tall) and covered in very colourful tattoos from her neck down all of one arm and most of the other. Briana is also fit and deceptively strong which comes naturally for her from her years of playing women's hockey locally.

Briana is very much the one in charge with the most experience being both tied up and doing the tying. She's very good at playing to my comfort level, her favourites are tape bondage and sensory deprivation, especially mummification. So it was no secret that she was excited to get me to that now familiar experience level and loves to get me all wrapped up.

Anyway, here is my first story. This one is about a trip we took a few hours from home for a weekend hockey tournament

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It was all a blur,

I knew I had drank a little too much at the hotel bar the night prior. If I hadn't, I likely would not have agreed to doing this. Yet I did, and now I have to suffer the consequences of my actions. My oh so beautiful girlfriend had gotten me into trying bondage games and scenarios over the last few months and they were exciting, different, fun, hot!

Being new to the scene I was always eager, yet nervous, to try new things. My girlfriend, Briana, was well experienced and had made a point to start slow, and work our way up to more strict ties and predicaments. So it was no surprise when I was able to get free easily or not even feel truly trapped or restrained the first few times. Short, easy sessions with very light teasing and torments really just made me kind of want to really see what she was capable of.

I'm not one for corporal punishment, like being hit or whipped and such, so Bri had to find more interesting ways to tease and torment me without going too far. She quickly went down the road of sensory deprivation, leaving me alone with my thoughts, trying to get free, turning massages into tickling while I thrashed trying to escape. Her go to was usually tying me up on the couch while we would have a movie night or binge some show. She liked to do this especially since I tend to have a big mouth and utilize it loudly and frequently.

She also loves using me as a foot rest, running her toes through my long black hair or resting her legs on my lap while I struggle and mumble trying to get her smelly feet away from me. I don't think she fully understands yet how annoying I find it, I can't stand bad smells especially her clammy feet. The worst was when I had been very vocal about her stinky hockey gear while it was airing out in her small apartment while I was visiting one evening. In retaliation she had put me in my first hogtie on the floor in the same room as her gear while she read her book over on the couch, Thankfully we had not started using gags at that point.

As the months went I became more and more versed in bondage and had been invited to tag along to one of Briana's hockey tournaments a few towns over for the weekend. We would be staying in a hotel and she had games Saturday and Sunday so the plan was to arrive Friday night, get settled and have a fun session before hopefully attending the game tomorrow. The plan was to tie me up in the morning and leave me behind to get free, if I got out, I could come to the game. If not, well hopefully she would let me out soon after.

Bri had tossed her bondage kit in the car with the rest of our luggage and her gear. It was an unremarkable, decent sized tan duffel bag mostly consisting of various coloured rolls of tape, tons of vet wrap, a couple ropes, rolls of microfoam tape, and a big, wide, black roll of pallet wrap she had taken from work that she would frequently use to protect my skin from tape when tying me up. The pallet wrap itself was stretchy and strong and could be used to restrain me as well without much effort. once we had settled into the hotel, we had decided to just get dinner at the hotel bar and ended up spending most of the evening chatting over drinks with her teammates we had run into as well as other players from different teams who were also staying locally. It turned into a bit of an event and I had ended up drinking more than I had meant.

Who can blame me for not remembering that when we were alone, I told Briana I wanted to finally go for it. I wanted her tie me up, like, really tie me up, hit me with her best, Tonight! To go with the original plan but start tonight instead of tomorrow morning and if I couldn't get out then I'd have to suffer whatever she had planned when she returned from her game. So that became the plan, the rest of the night was spent in that bar with the hockey tournament attendees until we went back to the room and it began.

And it was all a blur.



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Part 2:


I woke up.

It was disorienting at first, I slowly opened my eyes and began to register where I was and what was happening. I couldn't move, I was lying on top of the bedding in the hotel, and I kind of remembered asking Briana to start my bondage challenge early the night before and through the night instead of in the morning, I also began to recall saying I wanted her to really go for it. She had, I was mummified from my ankles up and over my shoulders. Only my neck up and feet were exposed.

"Bri?" I called.

She came around the corner from the bathroom, walking briskly over to me. Her dark hair tied up and back like usual, all her gorgeous tattoos showing as she was only wearing athletic shorts and her bra. Before I could ask what the plan really was for the day now that we weren't inebriated anymore I had the unpleasant experience of my own ankle sock from the night before being stuffed in my mouth followed by a few big slices of microfoam tape from her kit, covering from chin to nose.

"Hmmmph?!" I exclaimed, surprised.

"Good Morning!" she said, giving me a big kiss on my taped mouth.

"Good luck today getting out of that. I'm already assuming you're going to miss my game, but that's ok. I do have a little incentive for you though, if you really can't get out by the time I'm back you're going to wish you had 'cause so far there are no real plans after the game until the evening so I will have nothing but time to spend with you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. As she was informing me of my predicament that I was now remembering discussing last night, I took a second to assess my situation. I could feel that I was in my underwear under layers of pallet wrap, which was reinforced by layers of duct tape all the way up and down in a tight cocoon of red, black, and grey tape.

"Thph mmmlly mmessrry?" I tried to ask.

"Yes its necessary babe, you said to go all out so now I'm gonna go all out. It's only few hours until I'm back if you can't get free yourself which I really doubt you will." Bri said as she pulled out multiple rolls of vet wrap from her bondage kit, along with her noise cancelling head phones from her luggage and began linking them to my phone next to the bed.

My eyes grew wide at that, Briana had used those headphones on me before during our sessions for sensory deprivation. I knew what she was planning, her go to move with them was a 10 hour brown noise loop in my ears with her headphones wrapped to my head leaving me unable to shake them off. This was already getting pretty intense, bad enough I was chewing my own worn sock that I had on my foot in my old skate shoes the entire previous day.

Briana wasted no time tightly wrapping up my head in vet wrap. Under my chin, over my head, around my gagged mouth, until only my eyes and nose were still out, along with my neck and still my feet. She wasn't risky enough to wrap my neck up and leave me alone at least. She left me alone and went to finish getting ready to leave. I struggled helplessly, mostly just wiggling around getting sweaty, a quick look at the clock on the bedside table showed it was only 7:15 am. Given that I had been awake maybe 30 minutes already and how Bri's games usually went I was looking at being here until around 1:00 pm. Assuming that she was going to let me out when she got back as well. Like she said earlier, there aren't any real plans until this evening.

I was warm in my wrappings already and had a hard time moving at all. I spent my time staring at the ceiling tasting my own sweaty foot until Briana finally returned from the bathroom in her pre-game gear getting her things together to leave.

"Ok I'm heading out now I hope you enjoy your bondage!" she excitedly stated while giving my bare feet an aggressive tickle causing me to flail as much as I could and laugh into my sock gag, getting warm again.

I could feel beads of sweat begin to form and trickle every which through my cleavage on my chest. The pallet wrap slowly getting more strict as it heated up from my sweaty body under all this tape, making escape even less likely. The wrap around my head wasn't so tight it hurt, but it was definitely strict. I was loving this insanely tight bondage but wow, I did not want to spend 5-6 hours here.

Bri did exactly what I expected next. Before I could even try to uselessly struggle away she had me straddled and with her over-ear headphones placed snuggly on me she wrapped more vet wrap around my mouth at an angle that secured the headphones to my skull preventing me from shaking them free without a lot of effort. After kissing and licking my neck for a bit she got off of me and went to leave.

"I'll see you in a few hours! wish me luck!" She said, hitting play on the 10 hour brown noise loop on my phone. That was it, I couldn't hear anything else as I watched her leave, I laid back on the bed rolling around moaning and yelling trying to get her to change her mind and let me go. I couldn't believe I was going to be like this for so long, I took another look at the clock, 7:35 am!

Not even 10 minutes later, and after struggling furiously to only manage to roll over onto my stomach, I noticed the room door open through the corner of my eye. Sight being my only indicator that something was happening since all could hear was the constant static of the stupid brown noise in my ears. The playlist was thankfully paused and I was rolled back over by Briana, who in doing so, had repositioned me inverted so my feet were up near the pillows and my head was at the foot of the bed.

"I was just about to leave in the car and I totally forgot a couple things!" She said, dashing any hopes that she was about to actually release me.

Before I could even begin to react, Bri unwrapped and removed the headphones from my head and quickly positioned a thick sleep mask that she had stashed in her bondage kit down over my eyes before lifting it onto my forehead.

"Mmmmnnnnnph!!!" I begged, knowing what was coming as she replaced her stupid headphones and rewrapped them tighter than before.

"It's not really sensory deprivation if you can still see right? You need to be totally helpless not just kinda helpless!"

Again, she licked and kissed my neck a bunch before tickling my bare feet making me squeal and chew my gross sock. My last sight was her beautiful face and evil grin as she positioned the blindfold over my eyes and once again hit play on my phone filling my ears with the loud brown noise drowning out any other sound. I felt Briana's hands explore my taped up body for a few seconds before she patted me on the head signaling she was leaving. The last thing I noticed, even through the headphones was a very faint vibration and thud of the hotel room door opening and closing. Leaving me all alone with only the chill hotel room air on my feet and toes, and the rush of air through my nose as I tried to fall back asleep as what else was I supposed to do.

It was going to be a long morning.


TBC.

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Part 3:


I had no idea how long it had been.

It could have been 20 minutes? 2 hours? I couldn't really struggle too much in my current state for fear of falling off of the bed onto the carpeted floor. My struggles mostly consisted of feeble wiggling and trying to flex my way out of all this tape which just made me hotter and sweatier. Thank god I was on top of the bedding even though I was backwards on the bed, orientation wasn't really a factor anyway since I was completely blinded. My only real entertainment was trying to moan loud enough to hear myself which was impossible with these damn headphones blasting noise so loud and bassy I could barely hear myself think.

I was drifting in and out of sleep trying to forget the salty taste of my own sweaty feet from the sock that was stuffed into my poor mouth, when I had a feeling. I thought I felt a hint of something like the door opening and shutting even through all my sensory deprivation, but what was really getting to me was the feeling like someone was in the room. I held my breath and tried to listen through the loud brown noise in my ears for any signs, when suddenly, hands started gliding across my taped up body.


"mmmMMMphrrphh?" I tried to yell, alarmed.

My blindfold was lifted and as I squinted through the light trying to focus on Briana, excitedly awaiting my release, I was instead completely surprised to see someone totally different. She was a pretty woman who looked to be around my age. Tall, with long hair clearly dyed a deep red, insanely blue eyes and slightly tanned skin. Like Briana, she had a pretty slim cut, natural athletic build probably from some kind of sport or physical activity.

Even though I could now see her standing over me at an upside down angle, as I was still on my back with my head at the foot of the bed. I couldn't here her speaking, though from her expression and the movement of her mouth I could only assume she was saying something like "what the hell is going on here?!" before laughing at me and my predicament.

Judging from what I could see of her outfit, she must be housekeeping. She was wearing a generic, gray coloured, short sleeve shirt and black pants with some clearly well-worn converse. This woman made no move to release me or even turn off the headphones at least. Instead, she leaned over me and explored my bound form with her hands more, probably checking to see how secure I was. Unbelievable really. I groaned and yelled in muffled protest and started aggressively struggling. She just laughed and kept talking to me even though these stupid headphones were still blasting. I can only really try to read her lips and assume what she's saying.

(Orllystuck!) She stated. ?[You're really stuck]?

(auntmeooletooout?) ?[ Want me to let you out?]?

"ymphs pplllthhss!" I tried yelling as clearly as possible to whatever the hell it seemed like she was saying.


She smiled down at me.

(Ibetouoo) ??

....What??

She lightly smacked the side of my gagged and wrapped face a couple times like she was some kind of godfather before walking away and began cleaning and organizing the hotel room, ignoring me. What a bitch. I began screaming and yelling and thrashing around before falling back sweaty and tired, huffing and puffing. This made her return after a few minutes, where thankfully, she finally at least paused the noise.

"Will you stop? It looks like you're supposed to be relaxing. This some kind of like, room-service spa thing? I'm new here"

"Fmmk oo! lmmy oot" I yelled at her,

She couldnt be this stupid right? But also she wasn't hurting me or anything. Just working around a scenario at her job that honestly probably isn't that rare. And I do love being in bondage, but it's kind of odd without Bri around. Well, those thoughts didn't last long, because she turned the noise back on and jumped on top of me straddling me backwards. With her butt towards my face I felt her hold my bound legs down and begin viciously tickling my bare feet making me yell and thrash futilely again as I was already barely able to move.

"MmmmMMnnOOoonn Stph! Stph!" I begged unable to even hear myself.

She did eventually stop, she got off me and smiled as she walked off and returned to her work. I laid there, breathing heavily and trying to ignore the clammy wet feeling all over my body. After a well earned period of recovery I lifted my head to at least check the time and saw it was 10:07am. Was it really still so early?! How was I gonna handle this for so much longer? My new tormentor noticed me wiggling around and must have decided I had had enough alone time "resting".

(nnallmyocks?) she was saying as she plopped onto the bed next to my head. I could not figure out what she was saying through all this damn noise.

"Hrrmmph?" I tried to ask, quizzically

(ooOUnnallmyocks?!?!) was what I saw her dumb mouth shaping out as she was pulling off her old converse shoes. What stupid thing was she saying now?

I didn't have to wait long, she dangled her socks over my face and I immediately was hit by a classic stench of multi-worn, unwashed sweat towels from someone's work week. Of course, instinctively I tried to get away but being as immobile as I was I could not even begin to get anywhere. I already knew I was in for it, it was obvious. she had me under her and was already wrapping her gross, sweaty, stinky socks to my face and poor nose with a roll of vet wrap from Briana's bag of tricks. She replaced the blindfold over my eyes midway through wrapping and continued turning 'round and 'round making my blindfold even worse along with now dominating my sense of smell. When she was finished I was a fully cocooned, fully sensory deprived mummy. I didn't even have control over what I could smell anymore, just complete darkness, can't hear, can't speak, smelling this woman's stinky work week!


"wht th fmmck" I tried to yell, but now being unable to see i couldn't even try to read lips anymore.

I heard, maybe felt? The drone of a vacuum running, so I at least knew she was still here. At this point I was hoping she would just leave. But did I? being stuck like this at this persons mercy was such a mix of feelings. I wasn't worried or scared, I knew Bri would be coming back, and I was kind of having... fun? the nasty socks could be done away with though god I hate that part. Being unable to do anything about it though? Is THIS what bondage is like? People fantasize about what I'm dealing with so in a way I'm lucky? No, this is gross! But...

I must have been lying there sniffin' and thinkin' for awhile, Because pretty soon the noise was stopped and I felt my head being unwrapped and the socks removed thank god. My sleep mask blindfold however, stayed put.

"How did those smell? I've been working all week! I finished your room a bit ago so I figured I'd go through your stuff. I'm assuming you're here for that tournament in town this weekend so whoever you're here with probably wont be back for a bit."

I was getting so unbelievably frustrated with this girl's taunting, what could even happen next. At least she was working which meant she would have to move on soon and I could wait out Briana in peace. I could feel her shuffling around and attack my feet again for a few seconds and after my fit of struggling laughter I could tell she was up by my head.

"Well, time to move on, I hope whoever left you like this comes back soon and wonders why things are different, thought you'd like to know before you go deaf again that I found out we're the same shoe size."

I didn't even have time to ponder what the meant as the noise was blasted back on again and I felt a canvas-like material pressed over my nose. This girl stuffed those nasty socks of hers in her musty old shoe and was now wrapping it to my face tighter, and tighter.

I screamed, it smelled, my blindfold got more strict, this was unreal. I suppose she had taken my shoes and left at least one of hers here, on my face. Assaulting my nose with a barrage of old stink. I don't think I had ever struggled as hard today as right now.

This really was Briana's best, her all out, and she wasn't even here for it. I was alone again with the darkness and the noise and the dank smell of this housekeepers old worn out shoes that desperately needed to be replaced soon. If they hadn't already with whatever shoes of mine she took that she was clearly working in sockless now.

I laid there thinking about earlier when Bri left and how I was getting kind of bored just laying around wrapped up waiting for her return. I kind of wished I was still in that state instead of this, even though this technically was the intense all-out bondage session I was craving. Nothing to really do now but ride the wave and get free eventually.

Can't move, can't hear, can't speak, can't see. I can definitely smell though! Oh boy can I definitely smell, and it's not great. Old musty shoe with old sweaty socks, at least she was gone. Am I ever going to get my shoes back? Only a few more hours...

Hopefully.



TBC.

Great story

Well written and nicely descriptive, I don't tend to write much mummification but I do like it so, lovely to read a good wrapping scenario.

Nice touch with housekeeping, being discovered. Always interesting.

thanks! Kinda winging it a little bit when I have time to pick away at parts.

Great story indeed. Waiting patiently for when you have time to add more to it. Thanks!

I know you are two girls together but a fantasy of mine is being mummified with just my bare feet and nose exposed, gagged blindfolded and withe noise sound blocked then tickled and forced to smell women’s bare or sweaty nylon covered feet

Bondageboi wrote: 3 months ago I know you are two girls together but a fantasy of mine is being mummified with just my bare feet and nose exposed, gagged blindfolded and withe noise sound blocked then tickled and forced to smell women’s bare or sweaty nylon covered feet

Haha well then I suppose this is right up your alley!

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Part 4:


It's been awhile, I think.

I don't actually know how long it has been since the housekeeper left. I do know however, that she hasn't returned for her stupid stinky shoe while I slept for a little bit or anything productive like that. It's unreal how I have not gotten used to this stink at all. Every breath is a chore when you actively do not want to inhale the work week of an albeit, quite cute housekeeper at the hotel you're supposed to be enjoying the weekend at with your significant other. The same significant other who seized the opportunity to wrap me up in a full mummification ordeal with an apparently almost limitless amount of vet wrap and duct tape before leaving me to go play her hockey game this morning.

The nasty socks in this old sweaty shoe that was oh, so menacingly wrapped to my poor defenseless nose made this entire predicament that much worse. I could almost feel how many days they were worn between washes let alone smell it. I could only scream so much into my tight sock gag about it before getting tired and sweaty from thrashing around on the bed. I had given up any hope of getting myself free at this point and just wanted this stench away from me. The only good thing to happen to me in awhile was that the batteries must have died on these headphones that were keeping me in a deafened state, since the brown noise stopped suddenly and I could now here the faint noise of it blasting from my phone off in the corner somewhere. One torment down, only a few more to go. Not so sensory deprived now was I?!

The door opened and shut. I heard it, kind of, even without the noise blasting I was still muted by the headphones, after all.

"MmMrii?!" I tried to call her name through the now soaked wad of my own sweaty sock packed tightly in my mouth for the last several hours.

She didn't respond. I heard her turn off the audio on my phone and felt her plop on the bed, shuffling around probably adjusting the pillows to lean against. Of course, she began tickling me causing me to struggle and moan and inhale nasty breath after nasty breath of these socks and shoe that she wasn't even questioning as to why it was wrapped to my nose?! I felt an extra weight drop on my chest causing a little wheeze to escape me as what I assume was Briana's feet were now resting on my chest just under my face, this girl was getting RELAXED.

"Oo oo MmmVen AIR abmmt thms OO?!?!" I frustratedly screamed at her, how did she not care at all about all the changes to me since she left?

I felt her lean forward and heard her grunt as she began unwrapping the god awful shoe from my head, where I was now met with the stench of the smelly feet that were resting on my chest very close to my face and nose. Even with the new torment of her feet so dangerously close to my face I couldn't help but smile behind my gag and laugh a little. Finally! Soon I might be free! Next, she began unwrapping my blindfold and lifted the sleep mask up to my forehead, after a few seconds of slowly opening my eyes to adjust to the light I was giggling as I gleefully embraced the sight of...

Sweaty. Clammy.

Gross. Stinky.

Feet. That weren't Briana's.

"Surprise! I'm on my break!" Came a cheerful shout from my newest nemesis, the housekeeper from hell, her beautiful smile lighting up her face as she began smearing her scented, bare toes and soles all over my exposed nose. Forcibly, following me every which way I tried to turn my head.

"mMMMmmMmNNNooooo! MMmMMmMmmRRRppph!!" I pleaded, but it was no use. Her smelly feet were all over me, totally controlling everything I did. I knew the next half hour or however long she had was going to be unbearable.

"Awe! you missed me?! I brought your shoes back at least! I figured you might be getting a little cold and lonely so I thought I'd spend my break here givin' ya a good tickle to warm you up!"

With that, the onslaught began, one of the worst tickling experiences of my life. It had no end, it made me breathe hard which caused me to smell how hard she had been working in my shoes. It made me trash and struggle hard, god I was so sick of being this sweaty. Encased in all these layers of tape in a river of my own sweat, getting itchy from the constant heating and cooling on top of everything else. She stopped to let me catch my breath every once in awhile to play on her own phone, but that didn't stop her from asserting the fact that my face was her foot stool.

Right now, I'm wishing I was back in my sensory prison. Maybe being left alone wasn't as bad as this current mess.



TBC.

CaseyTailor wrote: 3 months ago

Bondageboi wrote: 3 months ago I know you are two girls together but a fantasy of mine is being mummified with just my bare feet and nose exposed, gagged blindfolded and withe noise sound blocked then tickled and forced to smell women’s bare or sweaty nylon covered feet

Haha well then I suppose this is right up your alley!

Yes

And of course another fantasy is going to a hotel and practicing some self bondage only to be found by housekeeping who then really ties me up. My biggest dilemma is whether housekeeping is a young 20 something, or an older 50 year old lady. Either way they have great tickling fingers and very sweaty bare feet.