Stories of Tie Up Games

While the form was down I entertained an idea of a series about a Christmas elf that travels around during the non Christmas season to persuade some of the people on the naughty list to be good before Christmas time.


Ivy, a three-foot-tall elf with fiery red hair and piercing green eyes, bustled through the workshop, her green outfit a stark contrast to the red and white of the other elves'. She was the odd one out, not just in size but in her job title too. Unlike her cheerful peers, she worked in the naughty list department, a place where giggles were scarcer than snow in a desert. Her black shoes clicked rhythmically on the cold floor as she approached the towering bookshelves filled with the records of children's deeds. Each book was a silent storyteller, holding tales of mischief and misdeeds from around the world.

Her mission for the night was to visit a boy named Jimmy, a 10-year-old with a mischievous streak. She had studied his file meticulously, the pages detailing a year's worth of naughty escapades: stealing cookies from the jar, hiding his brother's toys, and even a particularly nasty prank that left his neighbor's garden looking like a Jackson Pollock painting. With a sigh, Ivy knew she had her work cut out for her.

The teleportation spell was cast, and in an instant, she found herself in a quaint, two-story house on the outskirts of town. The leaves outside were a mosaic of reds, oranges, and yellows, fluttering in the cool breeze that signaled the early embrace of fall. She tiptoed through the quiet hallways, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The smell of pumpkin spice wafted from the kitchen, hinting at the season's warm embrace, but the chilly silence of the sleeping household was a stark reminder of the task at hand.

Jimmy's room was easy to locate, the door slightly ajar, a sliver of light spilling onto the carpeted floor. Ivy pushed it open, her eyes adjusting to the dimly lit space. Posters of superheroes and rockets adorned the walls, a testament to his wild imagination. A chuckle escaped her as she took in the chaotic landscape of toys and books scattered across the floor. It was a typical boy's room, yet there was something about the careless abandon that tugged at her heartstrings. Perhaps it was the innocence beneath the mess, a hint of the goodness she was there to uncover.

To her surprise, she found Jimmy wide awake, his eyes glinting with curiosity as he studied her with unbridled fascination. He wasn't scared, not like most kids would be. Instead, he sat up in bed, the covers pooling around his waist, revealing the Batman pajamas he wore proudly. His green eyes, so much like hers, searched her from head to toe. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice a mix of excitement and skepticism.

Ivy took a moment to compose herself, her plan of a surprise visit now needing an improvised twist. "Ivy, from the North Pole," she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She didn't enjoy lying, but the truth was often too much for little humans to handle. "I've come to talk to you about something very important."
Jimmy's curiosity grew, his eyes widening. "The North Pole? You know Santa?" His voice was a whisper, as if the very mention of the jolly old man would bring him into the room. Ivy nodded solemnly, her expression unwavering. "I do. And Im afriad that youre on the naughty list this year, Jimmy."

“Okay, so?” Jimmy ask with a shrug, his bravado not quite hiding the flicker of concern that danced in his eyes. Ivy’s heart sank. This was never an easy part of the job. She took a deep breath, the chilly air of the room filling her lungs. “Well, Jimmy, it’s my job to give you a chance to change that before it’s too late. You see, I’ve been watching you all year and I know there’s some good in you. I’ve seen glimpses of it in the kinder moments you share with others, even if they’re few and far between.”

With surprising speed for her size, Ivy pulled out a length of magical twine from her pocket. It glinted in the moonlight that peeked through the curtains. Before Jimmy could react, she had deftly wound it around his wrists and secured him to the bedpost. His eyes went wide with shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “What are you doing?” he finally managed to squeak out.

Ivy perched on the edge of the bed, her smile never wavering. “I’m giving you a taste of the naughty list, Jimmy. A little something to help you understand the seriousness of the situation. I’m known as the Tickle Elf, and my job is to tickle naughty children until they promise to behave. It’s quite effective, really. A bit unorthodox, but it gets the job done. And let me tell you, I’ve had plenty of practice.” She leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with a mischief that mirrored his own.

With surprising agility, she reached down and began to tie his ankles to the bottom of the bed. The magical twine was warm to the touch, wrapping around his legs like a gentle embrace, yet firm enough to hold him in place. Jimmy’s shock turned to outrage as he wriggled and squirmed, trying to break free. “Hey, let me go! This isn’t funny!” His protests were met with a gentle chuckle from Ivy.

With Jimmy’s wrists bound together, ankles bound together as well, Ivy made sure he was secured to the bed, unable to move. His cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. “You can’t do this! I’ll scream! I’ll wake up my parents!” he threatened, but his voice was shaky, betraying his fear.

Ivy held up a finger, her smile still in place. “Ah, but here’s the beauty of my magic, Jimmy. You see, this twine isn’t just for show. It has a little something extra.” She tapped the twine with a delicate finger, and a soft glow emanated from it. “It’s enchanted. It not only keeps you from escaping, but it also creates a little bubble of silence around us. Your parents won’t hear a peep, no matter how loud you yell or how much you wiggle. It’s just you and me here, with the fate of your Christmas hanging in the balance.”

Jimmy’s eyes grew as round as the full moon outside. He took in the sight of the glowing twine with a mix of wonder and dread. The gravity of the situation was setting in, and the elf’s words seemed to resonate within him, echoing through the silence of his room. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

Ivy stepped closer to the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving his. She reached for his bare feet, which were sticking out from the covers, the toes wiggling in a last-ditch attempt at escape. They were cold to the touch, the chill of the room seeping into his skin. He felt the warmth of her fingers as she gently placed them on his soles. A shiver ran through him, not entirely from the cold.

With a flick of her wrist, she sent a tickle rushing up his leg, eliciting a squeal that was muffled by the enchantment. Jimmy’s body jerked, trying to pull away, but the twine held firm. She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin as she whispered, “Now, Jimmy, I need you to promise me that you’ll start being good from now until Christmas. No more stealing cookies, no more hiding your brother’s toys, and certainly no more Jackson Pollock inspired garden makeovers.”

Jimmy’s eyes watered with laughter, his body contorting against the restraints. He nodded frantically, his voice strained, “I promise!” His giggles bounced off the walls of his silent bubble, a symphony of amusement and discomfort. Ivy knew she had to be firm but fair. This wasn’t about scaring him, but making a lasting impression that would guide him towards the path of goodness.

With a gentle flourish, she pulled out a magical feather, its delicate barbs glowing with a soft white light. "Now, Jimmy," she began, her voice a mix of sternness and understanding, "I need you to truly understand the seriousness of your promise." She trailed the feather lightly along the arch of his foot, and he bucked against his bonds, trying to escape the tickling sensation. His laughs grew louder, more genuine.

Ivy paused, watching his reaction. "Do you promise, Jimmy?" she asked, the feather hovering just above his toes. He nodded vigorously, his cheeks now a deep shade of red. "I promise! I'll be good, I swear!" The urgency in his voice was unmistakable, his eyes pleading with her to stop. But Ivy could sense he wasn’t quite there yet, Jimmy was just saying it to make the tickling stop.

With a knowing smile, she resumed her work. The feather danced across his skin, tickling him in a way that was both infectious and unbearable. His laughter grew, filling the room with a sound that was music to her ears. It was the laughter of a child who hadn’t felt the joy of true amusement in a while, buried under layers of naughtiness. She tickled him gently, not wanting to push him too far, but enough to make him understand the seriousness of his promise.

As the minutes ticked by, Jimmy’s giggles turned to desperate pleas. "Please, I can't take it anymore! I promise, I'll be good!" His eyes, once defiant, now held a hint of desperation. She could see the change in him, the walls of his tough exterior crumbling away. It was time to seal the deal.
Ivy paused, the feather hovering just above his toes. "Jimmy," she said, her voice firm but gentle, "I need you to understand that this isn't just about getting off the naughty list. It's about choosing to be kind, to think of others before yourself, and to spread joy. Can you do that for me?"

Jimmy's laughter subsided into hiccups, his eyes brimming with tears. He nodded, his voice earnest. "Yes. I can do that. I'll be good."
Ivy studied him, her heart swelling with hope. "And you'll keep that promise, even when it's hard?"
He nodded again, his voice now a serious whisper. "I'll try my best."

With a satisfied smile, she placed the feather back into her pocket and stood up. "Good boy, Jimmy. The twine will keep you snug until morning, but don't worry, it'll vanish before your parents wake up. Remember, this is your chance to change. Use it wisely."
Jimmy looked at her, his eyes still watering from the intense tickling. "But why do I have to stay tied up?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.

Ivy leaned in closer, her eyes holding his gaze. "It's a reminder, Jimmy. A reminder of the promise you've made to me and to yourself. Every time you feel like slipping back into your old ways, think of this night and the commitment you've made to be good. It'll help keep you on the straight and narrow."

With that, she patted his leg gently and turned to leave. Jimmy watched her go, his eyes wide with a mix of confusion and newfound resolve. The click of her shoes grew fainter as she disappeared down the hallway, leaving him alone in the cocoon of silence. He tested the twine again, but it was as firm as ever. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his promise settle heavily upon his chest.

Story 2:


Ivy gets her next mission from the Big Man himself, a twelve-year-old girl named Jenna. It's the middle of summer, and she's supposed to pay the girl a visit in the dead of night. The North Pole's coolness is a stark contrast to the sweltering heat outside Jenna's suburban home. Ivy checks her gear, making sure her teleportation device is set for a silent entry. The mission is clear: to make a last-ditch effort to get Jenna off the naughty list before the year ends.

With a deep breath, she presses the button and feels the familiar sensation of being squeezed through time and space. The warm kitchen light hits her eyes, and she finds Jenna in her pajamas, rummaging through the fridge for a midnight snack. Ivy's heart sinks. It's harder to convince a kid who's already made a bad choice that they should start being good. She watches from the shadows, giving Jenna a moment of oblivious bliss before she swoops in.

Jenna is a picture of innocence with her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, a soft glow from the fridge light playing on her features. Her pajamas are a mismatched set: a blue top with cartoon moons and stars, and bottoms covered in a pattern of pastel unicorns galloping over rainbows. She's barefoot, her toes wiggling in excitement as she finds the leftover pizza she's been craving. Her eyes, a vibrant blue, widen slightly when she feels the cold slice in her hand. It's a simple joy, one that she doesn't realize will soon be interrupted.

Ivy emerges from the shadows, her green eyes locking onto Jenna's. The girl jumps, dropping the pizza slice with a clatter to the floor. "Who are you?" Jenna stammers, her voice a mix of surprise and fear. Ivy's expression remains calm and collected as she steps into the light, her red hair framing her face like a fiery halo. "I'm Ivy," she says softly, her voice carrying the authority of a seasoned elf. "And I've come from the North Pole to talk to you about your choices this year."

With a snap of her fingers, thin strands of glowing magic shoot out, wrapping around Jenna's wrists and ankles. The twine is cool to the touch and surprisingly strong, cinching tight without causing pain. Jenna's eyes go wide with astonishment, her heart racing as she tries to pull away. The twine holds firm, lifting her off the ground befor placing Jenna on her stomach, her hands bound behind her back, and her legs tied at the ankles. She squirms and tugs, testing her bonds, but they don't budge. "What are you doing?" she yelps, a tremor in her voice.

Ivy's expression is solemn as she explains the nature of her visit. "You've been on the naughty list for quite some time, Jenna. We at the North Pole believe in second chances, but you need to understand the gravity of the situation." She stands beside the girl, securing more twin to attach Jenna’s wrists to her ankles, forming a neat hogtie. The magic twine wraps around her limbs, pulling them together snugly.

Jenna's eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape route or something, anything, she can use to free herself. "The what?" she squeaks out, trying to keep the panic at bay. Her breaths come in quick gasps as she feels the twine tighten, immobilizing her. The cold floor presses against her cheek, and she can smell the faint scent of last night's dinner.

Ivy leans down, her green eyes serious. "I'm the Tickle Elf," she says, her voice a mix of kindness and firmness. "And I'm here to tickle the naughtiness out of you." Jenna's eyes go wide with disbelief. This can't be happening. Her mind races with the absurdity of the situation: a tiny elf, in her kitchen, in the middle of the night, tying her up with magic twine. But there's something in Ivy's gaze that tells her she's not joking.

“Tickle me? What the—” Jenna’s protest is cut short as Ivy places a finger to her lips.
“Shh,” the elf whispers, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You’ll understand soon enough. Now, let’s begin, shall we?”

Ivy pulls out a small, leather-bound book from her pocket and flips to a page with Jenna’s name on it. She reads aloud, her eyes scanning the words that glow faintly under her touch. “Ah, yes. Here it is. You stopped believing in Santa a year ago. Since then you have stolen cookies, lied to your parents, and been mean to your little brother. And thats just the tip of the iceberg, Jenna.”

Jenna's face flushes with embarrassment and anger. "That's private!" she exclaims, struggling against the magical restraints. The twine feels like it's tightening, as if responding to her resistance. "You can't just come in here and—"

"But I can, Jenna," Ivy says calmly, "Because we're here to help you. Now, let's get started, shall we?" She reaches into her pocket again, pulling out two tiny feathers, each one as white as freshly fallen snow. "These are my tickling feathers," she explains, "And they have a special way of making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside."

With surprising dexterity, she starts at Jenna's feet, lightly dragging the feathers along the soles of her feet. Jenna jerks and giggles despite her protests. The tickling sensation is unbearable, and she tries to pull her legs away, but the magic twine holds firm. "No, no, no!" she cries, her voice high with laughter. "I can't take it!"

Jenna’s bare feet twitch and kick as Ivy's feathers dance over her soles, the sensation of tickling more potent than any she's ever felt. She tries to squirm away, but the magic binds her in place. "Please, stop!" she begs between giggles, her body contorting in an effort to escape the torment.

"Not until you promise to be good," Ivy insists, her smile broadening. She moves up to Jenna's ribs, the feather’s magical touch seeping through Jenna’s shirt. Jenna's giggles turn into full-blown laughter, her body writhing in an attempt to evade the tickling.

"I promise!" Jenna gasps out, her eyes watering with mirth. "I'll be good, Ivy, I swear!" The elf nods, her movements slowing as she assesses the sincerity in Jenna's voice. The laughter subsides into hiccups, and Jenna's breaths become more measured.

"Very well," Ivy says, placing the feathers back into her pocket. "But remember, I'll be watching. And if I have to come back..." She trails off, leaving the threat unspoken. Jenna nods vigorously “yes I understand. Im sorry for not believing and being naughty.”
Ivy smiles and nods in approval. "Now, for the next part of your lesson. You will remain here, like this, until morning. This is to give you time to think about your actions and the importance of being good."

Jenna's eyes widen as she realizes she'll be stuck in this position until morning “im going to be left tied up like this all night?!" she exclaims in disbelief.
Ivy nods, her smile gentle but firm. "Yes, Jenna. The magic twine will release you just before your parents wake up. It's part of the lesson. You need to understand that your choices have consequences." She taps the twine with her finger and it gives a faint glow, confirming her words.

Before Jenna can protest further, Ivy reaches into her pocket again and pulls out a small, red and white striped object. It's shaped like a round peppermint candy with straps on either side. "Now, so we don't wake the whole house, I'm going to put this on you," she says, holding up the gag. "It's enchanted to keep you quiet, but I promise you might actully like it."

Jenna's eyes widen in shock as Ivy leans over her, gently placing the magical gag in her mouth. It tastes surprisingly minty, and she feels a strange warmth spreading from her lips to her cheeks. The elastic straps adjust automatically, fitting snugly behind her head without being uncomfortable. Ivy gives a satisfied nod as the gag seals Jenna's protests with a muffled squeak.

“Mmpph!” Jenna tries to protest through the minty gag, but the warmth spreads, turning her shock into a cozy comfort she can't explain. Ivy gives her a reassuring pat on the back before standing up and surveying her handiwork. The gag seems to be working perfectly, and the magic twine glows slightly, confirming that it won't release her until the designated time.

With a nod to herself, Ivy backs away, her green eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and determination. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a tiny remote control, pressing a button to activate the teleportation device. The air around her shimmers, and she feels that all-too-familiar squeeze before she vanishes from the kitchen, leaving Jenna alone with her thoughts and the faint scent of mint.

The house is quiet again, save for the distant hum of the fridge. Jenna's eyes dart around the room, wide with a mix of fear and curiosity. She tries to shout for help, but the gag muffles her cries into soft, minty murmurs that barely carry across the room. The magic twine holds firm, a gentle reminder of the elf's presence and the promise she made.

As the initial shock wears off, Jenna's thoughts turn to the peculiar taste of the gag. It's like she's chewing on a peppermint candy, the sweetness slowly giving way to a cool, calming sensation that seems to spread through her body. Her heart rate slows, and she can feel the warmth of the kitchen floor seeping through her pajamas. The minty flavor fills her mouth, and she finds herself oddly comforted by it.

But the comfort is short-lived. As the clock ticks away the hours, her anger starts to simmer. How dare this tiny elf come into her house and tie her up? And for what? Because she stopped believing in Santa and had been a little naughty? It wasn’t like she was a monster. She just didn’t think it was fair that she had to lay here, bound and gagged, all night because of some archaic list.

Her thoughts of rebellion fuel her rage, and the magic twine seems to respond. It glows a darker shade of green, as if feeding off her anger. Suddenly, a flurry of feathers emerges from the twine, fluttering around her bare feet like a flock of angry birds. They tickle her soles mercilessly, making her squirm and giggle.

Jenna tries to be mad, but the relentless tickling is too much to resist. She can feel the anger draining from her, replaced by an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Her body jerks and wriggles against the floor as the feathers dance around her toes, tickling them with a precision that no human hand could match.

“Mmmmpph!” Jenna’s muffled protests turn into peals of laughter as the magic twine reacts to her fury. The feathers emerging from it are now a frenzied storm, tickling her feet with an intensity that seems to mirror her own emotions. Her toes curl and her body shakes, the sensation overwhelming any thought of rebellion.
The minty warmth from the gag in her mouth starts to spread, filling her with a sense of peace and contentment. Her eyes droop slightly, the laughter turning into gentle giggles. The feathers, sensing the change in her mood, slow down their assault, retreating back into the twine. The glow around her bindings fades to a soft, comforting green.

Jenna’s breathing evens out, and she lays still on the kitchen floor. The cool tiles feel surprisingly good against her overheated skin, and she can’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort in her predicament. The silence of the night wraps around her like a blanket, the occasional tick from the clock on the wall the only company. She comes to terms with being tied up like a hog, the absurdity of the situation slowly morphing into a peculiar kind of peace. The minty warmth from the gag and the gentle embrace of the magic twine lull her into a state of relaxation she didn’t know was possible.

As the first light of dawn filters through the kitchen blinds, the magic twine around her ankles and wrists starts to glow a soft pink. Jenna's eyes snap open, and she watches in amazement as the glow spreads up her limbs, reaching the gag. With a final, gentle squeeze, the twine and gag dissolve into glittering motes of light that drift away, leaving her free to move once more. She stretches out, surprised that she doesnt feel achy or sleep-deprived despite her uncomfortable position.

Rolling onto her back, Jenna sits up, looking around the kitchen. There's no sign of Ivy, no evidence of her strange visit, except for the faint scent of mint in the air and a sticky note on the fridge with a single word: "Remember." She frowns, rubbing her wrists where the twine had been. It had all felt so real, but now it seemed like a bizarre, vivid dream.

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I like the stories. It's a really nice idea and well written. I hope you go on with this