Stories of Tie Up Games

Another tale that has inspired by a video i saw on-line, although i have only used it as a guide, much of the story below is my own work. For within the aforementioned video no woman was adorned in stockings, i mean come on? This is ME you're talking about, possibly only Miss Caroline Branson in THAT bikini can get away with that one in my book! Another problem i had, as i wanted this to be based in the U.K. was that the protagonists were armed, illegal here. I solved that by making the main characters primary women in major criminal gangs, so living their lives outside of the law anyway.







As soon as I’d recognised her, I knew that I could be in very serious trouble indeed. Problem was that recognition didn’t occur until the woman who’d knocked at my door had pushed through my main entrance, succeeding in totally surprising me, then pulling out a lethal looking pistol, complete with silencer fitted. Pointing it in my direction, convincing me that she had every intention of using it if necessary. With one of her hands busy in holding the gun towards me, the other turned the deadlock key located in my, now shut again, front door, withdrawing it and placing in the pocket of her leather jacket, before returning to the door, and sliding the solid bolt there home, ensuring that said door would remain in its closed condition. And she did all of this basically unseen, as her eyes never once deflected from staring intently at me during the whole time.

“Just making sure that we’re not disturbed during this ‘reunion.’ I mean it’s been a few years since our last meeting, hasn’t it? An occasion that you seemed to enjoy a lot more than I did, if I remember correctly. A situation that will NOT be repeated today!”

So, who was she then, and just what was she referring to? I suppose that you could say that we were ‘business rivals,’ problem being that both of our ‘businesses’ were outside of the scope of what the law considered legitimate. Hence the pistol in her hand, that was still threatening me. And at present, hers was in better shape than mine, because my husband was, how do they put it, ‘assisting the Police with their enquiries.’ Yes, they had arrested him yesterday and as far as protecting me was concerned, he was currently indisposed.

That hadn’t always been the case, however. Roughly three years ago, the time that she was referring to, we had, very much, been on top as it were. And they, her and her associates, I didn’t know if she was married, encroached upon our ‘territory’ as it were, needing to be taught a lesson, which was duly administered. Only I decided to take things a little further. Calling at her home one night, one in which she was very much alone, I being the one armed on this occasion, made her strip to just her stockings and suspenders, gagged her, tied her in a spread-eagled form to her own bedposts and proceeding to shag her vigorously using a strap-on specifically bought for the occasion. In order to teach her a personal lesson she’d never forget. As quite clearly, she hadn’t!

“Oh yes, I’ll always recall the smug expression upon your gloating face on that day. The sheer pain that you inflicted upon me. The joy you seem to have derived from doing so. Well, today is going to be a little different, Missy! Today we’re going to dance to MY tune, instead.” And then, with a tone that simply demanded total obedience she issued me with my first command of the day. “STRIP!”

It was early evening, and I had just got home, a fact that my adversary was fully aware of. Therefore, apart from my outside coat of course, I was still fully dressed, just like her I was wearing a leather suit, complete with a skirt. I took off my jacket, wriggled out of the skirt, also removing the satin blouse, until I was just within my lingerie. Would she be satisfied with that?

Yes and no, was the answer. “I see that you are having some difficulty in understanding the concept of the word ‘strip.’ It means remove ALL of your clothes, but on second thoughts, leave the stockings and suspender belt on. You ‘allowed’ me to retain mine,” in fact I had ordered her to, “but the bra and the panties have to go. NOW!” With absolutely no option, I did as she commanded, removing said items of clothing from my body.

“Oh, don’t you just look SO beautiful! So, ‘ready for action’ as it were!” She continued her mental torture, observing that it was having a negative effect upon me.

“Look, let’s simply get on with things! I take it I’m going to be shagged now?” I simply snapped back, despite my very real fear.

“Touched a nerve, have I? Shut your mouth right now! Speak only when you’re spoken to and not otherwise! Although, it won’t be long before you’re not able to, believe me, I fully intend to gag you, just like you did to me! With that in mind, pick up your panties!” I obeyed passing to her, and they joined my door key in her jacket pocket.

“Right, that’s enough faffing about, it’s time to get down to business. Hold out your arms in front of you.” I hesitated, knowing that if she tied my wrists together, then it was effectively ‘game over.’ Especially as I noticed that she’d withdrawn a length of bondage rope from one of those jacket pockets. But said hesitation just earned me a sharp rebuke. “I gave you an order. DO IT! NOW!”

This time I did obey, and rather quickly. She was upon me in a flash, having put the gun down on a small table, just by my front door. But she was now in between it and myself, and she was swiftly surrounding my wrists, feeding the rope through a loop she’d made by folding it back on itself, in two. As she pulled that first loop tightly, I knew that this woman was fully skilled in the art of bondage, and I was just going to have to endure just what she had planned for me! Because it was abundantly clear, I was soon going to end up as her captive.

Her confidence was growing by the second, and as she continued to bind my wrists together, she taunted me some more. “You can’t imagine just how much I’ve dreamt of this moment? How much I’ve longed for it, wished for it and now it’s finally here I intend to fully savour it!” All the time she was continuing to bind my wrists and by the time she’d finished, this was an utterly secure bond and there was no escape for me. I now had my wrists, and by default my arms, tied firmly together and although she hadn’t finished, not by a long chalk, I was effectively her property now. I belonged to her, and those aforementioned plans!

Something she was fully aware of. “You are mine now, mine to do with just what I want, how I want and for as long as I want. The first of those aims is to shut you up!” Back into that pocket where she’d placed my own panties her left hand disappeared and emerged clutching them. Holding them close to my mouth I realised, to my utter horror just what she intended for them now. But what could I do to stop her? So, I obeyed when she issued the short, sharp command, “OPEN!” In they went, overwhelming both my senses of smell and taste with my own feminine scent! And if thought I be able to eject them, well that option was soon to be denied me as my adversary now withdrew a knotted black silk scarf out of the same jacket pocket which had, temporary, harboured my panties. And tied it, VERY tightly, around my head, making sure to locate the scarf’s knot within my mouth, holding the panties within it. I was effectively silenced now, certain incapable of coherent speech.

An option still available to my captor though, one she exercised. “Gagged and bound now, this day is just getting better and better. Although I’m far from finished with you yet!” Yes, this is when you make go upstairs and tie me to my bed. As I allowed myself to feel a little smug for the first time since she had entered my house, for I guessed that she intended to fasten me in some sort of inverted ‘Y’ shape to my own bedroom furniture. But my bed has no metal frame as its headboard, instead just a fabric covered solid one. Meaning it would be difficult, if not impossible for her to tie my wrist ‘assembly’ to it. ‘How are you going to solve that one then?’

The rather pleasant question passed through my head, fully realising that she if she was forced to undo my wrist bond, an escape possibility might present itself to me, after all. The slightest glimmer of hope perhaps? But she had NO intention of tying me to the bed, it was another piece of furniture to which I’d find myself fastened to, that she had in mind for me.

The first inkling that her intentions were to not include climbing my stairs were, when having directed me not to move at all, she wandered into the room containing my rather large and ornate dining table. “Perfect,” I heard her mutter, although she wasn’t talking to me, just to herself. Her next speech, however, was aimed in my direction. “In here with you! NOW!”

‘What the hell?’ I asked myself as I followed her command, walking into the dining room, a question, that although she had no knowledge was echoing within my brain, she did answer. “Oh, you thought that I’d be tying you to your bed, did you? Well, I’ve got other ideas, after all that’s FAR too comfortable for you, this whole scenario is a punishment. You’re going to REALLY suffer, make no mistake about that!” All the time smiling at me, a really dirty and evil smile at that. Well, if her aim was to frighten me even more, let’s just say she was succeeding brilliantly! My heart was pounding with real fear now.

“Lie down here,” pointing to the floor, “and stretch your arms above your head!” What choice did I realistically have? That’s right, none whatsoever, so I complied. And now I began to gain an insight of her plans for me. Because there was just over a foot loose of each strand of rope that bound my wrists together, and again very skilfully, my captor utilised this to tie my bound arms to one of the table legs, near to the bottom.

Thus, signifying that her bondage of me had ramped up another level. I was now completely immobilised, tied to a piece of furniture, unable to escape. My hands couldn’t reach this bond in order to undo it at all, and the table leg, as well as being very shapely, was made so that the very bottom widened out. She had located her bond just above this wider section, so even if I had been able to lift the table, unlikely to the degree of impossibility admittedly because it was extremely heavy; I was completely trapped now, but she still hadn’t finished with me yet.

She actually left the room for a while, but only to retain the small rucksack she’d taken off of her back and left in the other room. Once she returned, she withdrew another piece of rope from it, a considerably longer length. With this she proceeded to tie my ankles together, again in such a manner that suggested that she knew exactly what she was doing. However, the length left over was quite long, at least a yard of both ends of the rope. As I lie there wondering if she was tie that to another table leg, all of a sudden, I understood just what her intentions were. And if I wasn’t frightened beforehand, I truly was now!

For as I had correctly deduced, she lifted my nylon covered legs into the air, and bending my body upon itself, she used the excess rope to bind my ankles to the same table leg, using another ‘recess’ in the ornate carving of said leg to ensure her secure bond wouldn’t be to travel in. either direction upon said leg, neither up or down. With my knees almost touching my tits, this position meant that my pussy was fully exposed, ready for her to shag me. This then, was my final situation, utterly helpless and completely in her hands and power. She could do anything she wanted to me now, there being nothing I could do to prevent her.

A fact that she was fully aware of as the evil smile on her face told me all too well. She rose to be fully standing, a leather clad devil almost studying, with an immense degree of satisfaction, her handiwork. My suspender clad body fastened to this table leg, totally in a state of surrender to her, and her desires for me. She now had me EXACTLY where and how she wanted me!

Really enjoyed reading mate thanks

Yes, Revenge is a wonderful thing - well done @LunaDog

Dear @LunaDog, don't they say that revenge is a dish best served cold? Love this story.

Great read and what a perfect place to stop

mega23101982 wrote: 2 months ago Really enjoyed reading mate thanks

You're very welcome, that you for your support, much appreciated.

Caesar73 wrote: 2 months ago Yes, Revenge is a wonderful thing - well done @LunaDog

It is indeed!

Jenny_S wrote: 2 months ago Dear @LunaDog, don't they say that revenge is a dish best served cold? Love this story.

Ice cold Jenny! Glad you're enjoying it.

Bandit666 wrote: 2 months ago Great read and what a perfect place to stop

Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. Though there's more to come.

“You do realise that you do look absolutely delicious! In fact, let’s record this moment for posterity!” Reaching inside of her jacket and pulling out a ’phone, which she soon had switched to photographic mode. Taking several snaps of me in my very much comprised position, even a short video or two. To add to her delight, my useless struggles against my utterly secure bonds, together with my, muted and unintelligible admittedly, attempts at vocally displaying my extreme dis-satisfaction with my present situation, just enhanced her recording of my total dis-pleasure.

Eventually she stopped, returning her device to the inside pocket from whence it came. “Well, my dear, you seem to be ready for our night of pleasure to begin, but I seem a trifle overdressed. Best I rectify that.” With me not going anywhere, and with plenty of time available, she removed own clothing, in a slow and totally provocative manner, until like me she was just clad in a suspender belt and very sheer nylon stockings. Which were clearly destined to remain on.

She picked up her dis-carded panties, and holding very close to my nose, adding the smell of her arousal, she was utterly turned on by now, to my own scent dominating my mouth. “I am thinking of putting these into your orifice instead of your own. But I won’t bother after all, your head is just too low, it’s too much trouble. So, carry on enjoying your own scent!”

Her hand reached into her bag once again, this time emerging with her strap-on within them. Far larger than the one I’d used on her, it must have been at least ten inches in length. As my eyes widened in utter fear at the sight of this monstrosity, hers brightened with pure pleasure. “Ah, welcome to my cock. Don’t worry your pussy will be soon entertaining it, but first I need to place it in position on my own body! Make NO mistake, I fully intend to shag you into the middle of next week, I’m now going to pound you into utter oblivion!” In the meantime, she rubbed it all over my bottom’s cheeks, increasing my fear yet further, if that was at all possible.

Although, as she herself had stated she wanted to fit it to her own body first, making sure that the little ‘attachment,’ that I had noticed, was in position right next to her pussy. It didn’t take her long before she fastened and secured the harness. NOW she was ready!

She literally plunged it inside of my pussy, with absolutely no subtlety at all, almost delighting in the muffled ‘aaagggghhhh’ of pain, which fully gagged was the loudest I could emit. And she pushed it fully home, again totally ignoring my cries of complete anguish! Nor did she allow any time for any respite, for she immediately began her cycles, in and out, in and out, she began to shag me with the utmost vigour. All the time with me crying out, where as much as I could being so effectively gagged, as I was, in sheer and utter pain. All of which just seemed to excite her even more, as her own vocal cries of “take it, bitch,” merely confirmed!

At last, I did gain a little break, as the artificial cock’s attachment did its job and my assailant cried out herself, mind you hers were cries of utter pleasure as ecstasy fully took hold of her. Although her pumping of me temporary ceased, as her body shook and her cries filled the room with their intensity, her cock was made of silicon and not male flesh and blood, so it did not diminish in either size or rigidity, as a normal one would have done so. And immediately as joy released its grip upon her, a few minutes or so, thus she recommenced her painful pumping of me, accompanied by the question of, “what’s it like to be on the receiving end, this time?”

Bloody horrific to be totally honest although I wasn’t about to give her a truthful answer to her question, even if I was capable of doing so. Of course, with me being gagged I couldn’t do so even if I’d wanted to. No, her question was purely rhetorical, just to add to my anguish.

Which was considerable, as my captor fully subjugated me to her sexual appetite, and for a full meal! With the breaks, as she enjoyed climax after climax, being short in duration, and she resumed her actions almost immediately. Until, at last, her own strength began to fail, upon which point she, mercifully stopped. But her plans for me weren’t entirely finished just yet.

“Well, this has been utterly fantastic, I’ve enjoyed every moment, but I’m no ‘spring chicken’ anymore, I’ve got to admit I’m a little spent and need to rest for a while. So, it appears I will be making use of your bed, after all. You? I can see no reason why you simply can’t remain here as you are, you’re looking SO well!” With me screaming obscenities, well as loudly as I could, gagged as I had been, she upped and left, just like that. With the layout of my house being such that my bedroom was located directly on top of the dining room, I heard her climb into my own bed, to gain some sleep.

Something denied to me of course, by my current comprising position, with cramp beginning to rear its ugly head too. Meaning my degree of discomfort increased even more, when after an hour again, and now with her rested to some extent, she set about me again. With me in real pain by now. At least her strength wasn’t fully restored, so after a few climaxes she did call it a day finally. With the shattered me almost passing out with sheer exhaustion and genuine agony at this stage.

She swiftly dressed herself, and after wiping it put the strap-on back into her rucksack. Basically, getting ready to leave, even taking the key out of her jacket pocket and undoing the deadlock of my front door. Just before she left, she released my wrists from the table leg and undid the knots of her bondage of my wrists, although not releasing them completely, a job I would now be able to finish. But it would take some time to do so, not to mention I had to undo my legs myself, with the consequence that she would be long gone by the time I managed to free myself completely.

Which did take a lot longer than expected, I guess because of my completely shattered state, and having managed to basically crawl up the stairs and literately collapse upon my bed, which she hadn’t the courtesy of making after her own use of it. Eventually, with my pussy throbbing and aching, not to mention cramp in my legs and arms, I managed to drift off to sleep, my eyes full of tears. Caused partly by the pain I was experiencing, but mostly due to the utter humiliation I was feeling mostly due to what she’d done to me.

Come the morning the physical pain had subsided to a large extent, but the mental anguish still remained. And my pussy was still sore. As it was on that joyous day two days later, when the very accomplished solicitor proved her considerable abilities by ripping the Police evidence apart and obtaining the release of my husband without charge. Naturally I was forced to deny him his real pleasure in bed that night, explaining the whole sorry story to him.

To say he was fully incandescent with rage was the understatement of the century, but naturally none of it was aimed in my direction. As he gently cuddled my body, being careful not to cause me any more dis-comfort, there was a steely determination in his voice as he informed me, “that bitch isn’t going to get away with what she’s done to you, I SWEAR it! But we may need to be patient here, it might be best if we bide our time a little, let’s lull her into a false sense of security, let her think it truly is the end of the matter. But given time, we’re going to bring her back here, were you’re going to enjoy yourself at her expense. Making her see the error of her ways, and when your strength and stamina eventually runs out, we’ll see if any of the lads fancy a piece of her. But we’ll have to wait for a bit. However,” taking my hand in his, and looking me straight into my eyes, “I promise that she’s going to PAY for what she did to you, Darling!”

Just where we found the required patience from, God only knows but we did ‘bide our time.’ Closely studying her normal routines and movements though, as time passed and we seemingly did nothing, it was noticeable how much her degree of vigilance, very apparent at the beginning, did begin to drop. But, before we could act against her, it was necessary to ‘repair’ the state of the family ‘business’ after the arrest of my husband.

Strangely, we found its reputation very much enhanced by his release without charge, as the seemed the Police were now wary of making any move in his direction. And I guess the damage done by said release to the standing of the leading officer, a D.C.I. and his subsequent ‘retirement’ didn’t do any harm. In fact, if anything, this affair made our ‘business’ stronger.

So, nearly a year had passed since her rape, because that is what it was, of me. As she was walking, alone, in a rather secluded spot, a car suddenly stopped very abruptly, almost alongside of her, both of the passenger side doors sprung open, out of both jumped a man armed with a pistol. Very quickly persuading her to enter the rear section of the car, after which both men returned to whence they’d come from. In the case of the particular man from the rear section, who happened to be my husband, keeping his firearm to the back of her head. But it was the sight of the other person, on her opposite side who really chilled her blood.

It was, of course, none other than yours truly, and this time the dirty smile was on MY face, as I held out a pair of steel handcuffs. And uttered in a very calm and gentle voice, “your wrists, please.” With the muzzle of my husband’s gun menacing behind her, naturally she had no choice, raising her hands, where upon I snapped the solid steel bracelets around her wrists, fully binding her arms together. I’ve got to admit that I thoroughly savoured the look of absolute terror within her eyes at this moment.

I had far from finished yet though. Although it was a struggle within the room presented by just the rear passenger section of a moving car, I was able to reach under my skirt and remove my panties. Yes, you’re all guessed correctly, into her mouth they went, only to be tied in position there with a knotted silk scarf, just as she had done to me.

“I don’t what plans you had for the rest of today, but they’ve just been cancelled! You see, you now have an ‘appointment’ with some rope, the leg of my dining room table and my strap-on! Which, you will, no doubt, pleased to learn, has been purchased strictly for this occasion. The biggest I could buy, and with, just like yours, an attachment to stimulate my clitoris. Because THIS time it will be me enjoying themself. And, when my strength and stamina begin to fail, which unfortunately they will, given time, I am only human after all, my husband has invited our male associates to partake of the pleasures you can offer them. Needless to say, there has been no shortage of volunteers!” I paused for a while, allowing all of this to sink in.

“After all, it is often said, something that I intend to find out for myself, that,” pausing again whilst I treated her to my smuggest smile,