Stories of Tie Up Games

Part 1

I am Camila Diaz and I was born into a family of Mexican immigrants. My parents had come to the United States when I was just a baby, seeking a better life. Growing up, I saw my father laboring day in and day out, doing whatever it took to provide for his family. He worked long, hard hours on local farms, his hands calloused and sore from the demanding work. Despite the toil, he never complained, his only concern being to provide for me.

I have been working hard, training tirelessly for the upcoming tennis tournament and hoping to be selected by the coach. But my hopes were dashed when I was not chosen, leaving me feeling disappointed and discouraged. My only chance of getting a full-ride scholarship was through the coach's selection for the upcoming tennis tournament, I wanted to make my father proud, and winning the tournament was the only way to do that.
Getting a university scholarship is not just about my future; it is also about honoring the sacrifices my father has made for me and my family.

Camila clenched her fists, an expression of anger on her face. "I lost, that's true," she said, her voice tight with emotion. "But it wasn't a fair game. My coach wasn't fair; he just favored my rival."
Camila couldn't help but feel a mix of resentment and disappointment. "I know why," she said through gritted teeth. "It's because Diana, that gorgeous blonde fashion model look-alike, always flirts with the coach. There's no room for someone like me, someone who's short and brown skin with black curly hair. Tennis is for blondes, That's what Diana told me."

Camila pondered the dilemma, her mind racing for ideas. "I need to find a way to take her place in the tournament tomorrow," she thought. "But how can I do that? Diana doesn't deserve to be there." Her thoughts churned frantically as she desperately racked her brain for a solution. Camila needed a plan now. she realized that there is no easy solution. "I need to find a way to join the tournament instead of her," she muttered, her mind working to figure out a plan. "But it won't be easy," she admitted. she knows that something has to be dirty because my opponent is not fair. so i have to be also not fair. there is only one option she could think of.....

she can use drugs , she could only think of that option. but she didnt know how to get it. How about kidnapping her ?
Kidnapping is something, she never ever thought of. but she is desperate that day, she will give that option a chance. A sly smile spreading across her face. "That's not a bad idea," she said, her voice low and thoughtful. "I could kidnap her, and then she could not join the tournament."
Camila thought for a moment, searching her memory for anything that might help her. "But how would I kidnap her?" she wondered aloud. "She's taller and much stronger than me, and I don't have a gun or anything sharp to threaten her with.
"I could use chloroform to knock her out. But I do have access to chloroform." Camila was determined to find the chloroform. She quickly remembered that she had seen a bottle of the drug in the old medicine box of her family. She went to the medicine cabinet and rummaged through the box until she found the bottle of chloroform. She looked at the bottle for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of what she is about to do.

She is feeling guilty, she has to kidnap for winning her life and prove her father. She knows that she has to act fast, and she doesn't have time to waste. Camila thought about the question, her mind racing to find a suitable place to hide Diana. She knows that she needs to choose a place that is secluded and quiet, somewhere where no one would find them. She knows that the old abandoned cabin off the outskirts of town would be the perfect place.

Camila's heart raced as she drove her car to the tennis court. She has the bottle of chloroform hidden in her purse, and the thick ropes are thrown into the backseat. She could feel the weight of the illegal items weighing on her conscience, but she pushed the feeling aside, determined to go through with her plan. Camila parked her car near the tennis court, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.

Camila quickly changed her clothes in the car, feeling the pressure of time against her. The clock is ticking, she has to quick as soon as possible. She put on a tight-fitting skirt and a matching tank top, feeling the fabric cling to her skin. She tied her hair up in a high ponytail and grabbed a baseball cap from the backseat and put it on her head, pulling it down low to partially hide her face. She checked her reflection in the car mirror, satisfied with the sporty image she has created.
She took one last look around, making sure that nobody is around. She slung the tennis bag over her shoulder, trying to act nonchalantly as she walked towards the tennis court. Her heart pounding in her chest. She could see Diana practicing her shots, completely unsuspecting of what is about to happen.

Part 2

Diana is dressed in all white tennis attire, her body moving gracefully with each swing of the ball. Her grunts are sharp and loud, each one punctuating the impact of the ball against her racket. Every time she hit the ball, she let out a soft gasp, the exertion of the sport making her breathless. Diana's long, dirty-blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders, bouncing with each movement she made. Her short white tennis dress clung to her curves, showing off her toned legs and slim waist. Camila stood there watching, her eyes roaming over her body, Camila couldn't help to envy her flawless physique.

Diana noticed Camila standing on the sidelines and stopped playing, her expression one of mockery. "Look who decided to show up," she said, her voice dripping with derision. "Decided to come and watch the real pro in action?"
Diana's breasts are clearly visible beneath her shirt, glistening from the sweat of her intense workout.
Camila took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure. "My car broke down, and I need your help. You're the smartest person I know. Please, if you could just come take a look at it, I'd really appreciate it." Although Diana doesn't know anything about cars, she liked that Camilla acknowledged her superiority. Diana said, 'Yep, I know... You losers, what would you do without us?' Still, she came over and added, 'Let me give you a hand.'"
She knows that Diana is just enjoying being the center of attention, and it makes Diana's blood boil.

They went to Camila's car . Then Diana bent down to examine the underside of the vehicle, Camila saw her chance. She quietly reached into her bag and pulled out a small bottle of chloroform, careful not to make a sound. She crept up behind Diana, who was still engrossed in examining the car, and quickly clamped the chloroform-soaked cloth over her mouth and nose. Diana's eyes widened in surprise and fear as she felt the cold, damp cloth pressed against her face. She tried to struggle and scream, but the chemical-laced cloth quickly took effect, rendering her limbs heavy and her mind fuzzy. She tried to fight it, but her body was too weak to resist. Camila quickly opened the back door, carefully maneuvering Diana into the back seat. The chloroform continued to do its work, leaving her body limp and unresponsive. Camila quickly caught Diana's slumped body, catching her before she could fall to the ground. Camila carefully maneuvered Diana towards the back seat of the car, gently lowering her body onto the backseat.

Camila grabbed the ropes from her tennis bag and used them to further restrain Diana's limbs. She wrapped the ropes around her ankles and wrists, pulling them tight with practiced skill. With each knot, she felt a sense of power and satisfaction, relishing in her domination over the usually arrogant Diana. She continued to wind the ropes around her ankles and limbs, with each movement, she could feel a sense of power. Finally, she finished binding Diana, her arms secure behind her back and her legs tied tightly. Her white tennis shoes lay in the air, exposing her pale thighs. She looked helpless and vulnerable, completely at Camila's mercy. As Diana began to come to, Camila realized with a jolt that she had forgotten to bring a gag. She cursed under her breath, knowing that Diana would likely start to protest loudly once she realized her situation.
**shiiit, how could i be so stupid? gag is the most important part of kidnapping . **

Camila racked her brain, trying to come up with an alternative solution. Suddenly she remembered that there is a cloth in the trunk of the car, although it is dirty. She knows it wouldn't be a perfect solution but it would have to do. With a sense of urgency, she quickly opened the trunk and rummaged through the contents, finally locating the cloth. Despite its dirty state, she knew it would have to suffice for now. Diana slowly began to regain consciousness, her voice groggy and muffled as she tried to speak. "What's happening?" she managed to say, her words low and incoherent. But she could feel herself coming to, the effects of the anesthetic fading quickly. Camila could see that she is regaining her strength, and in a sudden panic, she quickly grabbed the dirty cloth from the trunk . Then she force it between Diana's lips, effectively muffling her words. She managed to secure the fabric tightly, just as Diana is fully awake and began to realize the gravity of her situation. Camila let out a sigh of relief as she finished gagging Diana. However, her relief was short-lived as Diana began to writhe and squirm, her struggles becoming more intense by the second.
Camila smirked as she looked at the helpless and gagged Diana. "No one can hear you, and no one is going to untie you," she said calmly. "So enjoy the ride, babe. We're going to my place now."

PART 3
Diana could feel the panic and fear rising within her. She struggled and pulled in vain against the ropes that bound her wrists and ankles, her movements restricted and ineffective. The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking, leaving her helpless and unable to call for help. She tried to squirm herself off the backseat, but her body is too tightly constrained and immobilized. As the journey continued, Diana continued to struggle and scream under the gag, her words unintelligible and nothing more than senseless noises.
Camila remained unbothered by her struggles and continued driving, finally arriving at the cabin. She could feel the anticipation building as she knows what is about to transpire.

Camila got out of the car and approached the backseat, where Diana is still tightly bound. She underdid the ropes that held her in a hogtie but left her arms still tied behind her back. As Camila helped her out of the car, she could see the exhaustion etched on Diana's face. It is clear that struggling has taxed her energy.
Diana felt a sense of humiliation wash over her as she found herself bound and helpless, at the mercy of a seemingly weaker and shorter girl. She couldn't believe that she has been overpowered and kidnapped by someone who she used to see as a loser. Despite her confidence and superiority , she is now the one being dominated and controlled. She feels helpless and humiliated, the tables completely turned against her.
Despite her hands being tied tightly behind her back, Diana seized the opportunity and used her hip to forcefully hit Camila, causing her to fall. Diana took advantage of the moment and quickly began to run away, her bound hands making it difficult to keep her balance but not hindering her movement completely. she hoped that this would give her an advantage in her escape attempt. She tried to push through the discomfort and keep moving forward. She could hear Camila starting to pick herself up and start to chase after her. Camila quickly caught up to Diana and grabbed her, her grip firm and tight. "How do you think you can escape, you stupid bitcch" Diana protested, her words muffled by the gag, mmmpphhhh but her anger clearly evident.
Camila roughly pushed Diana towards the cabin, forcing her to walk with her tied hands. Leaving Diana with no choice but to submit. As they reached the cabin, Camila pushed Diana inside roughly, keeping a firm grip on her bound wrists. She pushed her inside the cabin, making sure she stumbled and could not escape. Once inside, she closed the door behind them, locking the door with a loud click.
Camila guided Diana to a worn-out chair in the middle of the room and forced her to sit down, disregarding her protests and struggles. The chair is old and worn out, the wood splintering through the fabric. Diana is forced to take a seat, her hands tied behind her back and her mouth still gagged with the dirty cloth.

Camila reached for a piece of rope dangling from the ceiling, and with quick, efficient motions, she secured it around Diana's ankles, tying them to the legs of the chair. She then took out her mobile phone and began to capture Diana from every angle, making sure to record her humiliating ordeal.

Diana's face flushed with mortification as Camila spoke, her words a mockery to her humiliation. She couldn't respond, the gag in her mouth muting her words. However, Camila's words cut her deep, and she could feel the flush spreading across her face. To add insult to injury, Camila added, "You should be a bondage model, you barbie face. It seems like the perfect career for you."

Camila leaned in closer, the smirk on her face fading into a serious expression. "I know you're sleeping with coach," she said, her tone sharp. Diana tried to protest, but the gag in her mouth muffled her words. Camila continued, "I have proof." She pulled out her phone, showing a picture of Diana and the coach holding hands. "I also know you use doping too." There is a pause as Camila let the information sink in. "Here's the deal," she continued, her voice dropping to a threatening tone. You need a good marks to go to the university, but your school marks are really low. Typical dumb blonde." She then presented a deal, "I'll do your assignments and help you study, but in return, you won't play in the tournament tomorrow. Instead, you'll send a voice message saying that I'll play in the tournament instead of you."
if you go police, we both fuck up together. i won't go down alone.

Diana thought through the situation, her mind racing as she weighed her options. Her current reality is undeniable; she is bound, gagged, helpless. She couldn't deny that she is at Camila's mercy. With the realization that her secret is safe, she nodded her head, acquiescing to Camila's demands. She has no choice but to accept her terms.

Camila's lips curled up into a sinister grin as she said, "Good. It looks like you've earned the removal of your gag for today."


FIN

As a big fan of Maria Sharapova in the past, and now Emma Raducanu, a tennis story is right on 'my court!'

Dear @sofya, it looks like we haven't seen Camila for the last time. I'd very much like to read more about her.