Stories of Tie Up Games

Finally a day off school, finally the weekend! Normally a reason to be happy, but today's F in English class has completely ruined your mood. Maybe you would have preferred to sleep instead of secretly watching your favorite series for hours the night before the test – with headphones, of course? The exhaustion didn't make you snore loudly, but the letters on the test paper were blurry before your eyes, and you couldn't think straight! You don't even remember what you actually wrote – but whatever it was, there didn't seem to be much right on it! No matter – there's nothing you can do about it now.

It's taking you much longer to get home today than usual. You frantically think of a good excuse for your bad grade. You know your mother won't be thrilled – but your little sister Birgit, who gets one A after another, will tease you about it for hours. And you can't just let the test disappear, because your teacher wants your mother's signature on the paper, as she specifically emphasized.

With trembling hands, you try to unlock the front door, but then you realize it's only ajar - they must be home, the moment of truth has come! And you still haven't come up with a reasonable excuse!

Maybe you should say hello first to buy yourself some time! "Hello Mommy, hello Birgit! How was your...?" You never finish the sentence, because instead of your mother and sister, you see me - a man dressed all in black, with black gloves and a black stocking mask! I immediately point the gun at you and gesture for you to sit down on a chair. Trembling, you obey. While I tie your hands together with rope behind the chair back - wrists crossed - I ask you your name and age. "I... my name is... Andrew Smith... and I'm... 13 years old... Ouch... not so tight!"

I ask you what you're doing at home so early, while I loop the rope around the crossbeam in the chair back before tying it up out of reach of your fingers. You'll never get out of there without help! After you've also noticed this, I take off your shoes and socks before tying your bare feet to the chair legs on the left and right. You promise to be obedient if I don't hurt you. I check the tightness of all the knots again, first on the knots themselves and then by briefly tickling the soles of your bare feet – then we both hear the key in the front door!

In a flash, I cover your mouth with one hand while I press the gun against your temple with the other. We both stare, mesmerized, at the front door, which slowly opens.

A black-haired woman in her early forties and a blonde girl of about 8 or 9 enter the room. The girl is wearing a school uniform, just like you, and the woman is wearing a shirt and sweater. The woman screams and drops her shopping bags. The daughter, on the other hand, laughs and calls out, "That looks fun! Can I join in? Please, Mommy—say yes!"

I look first into your mother's eyes and then at the gun at your temple before slowly nodding. Your mother understands and says to the girl, "Sure, Birgit! Could you... get two more chairs... from the living room, please, honey?" Eye contact between your mother and me again. At my nod, your mother takes a deep breath—obviously, she's done exactly what I wanted, which increases the chances of getting out of here unharmed, at least for the moment!

Fast as you can blink, Birgit is back. She sits down on one of the chairs and crosses her wrists behind the backrest. I toss your mother a rope with my free hand. Then your sister says, "Please tie me up just like you tied him up!" As she does so, Birgit looks at you. "I want to feel just like the hostages in my favorite crime novels!"

Your mother looks at you for help, but she has no choice! Slowly but professionally, she first ties Birgit's wrists crosswise, then her feet to the chair legs on either side. Birgit grins and giggles the whole time – unlike you and your mother, she still doesn't seem to have grasped the seriousness of the situation! Maybe it's for the best!

Last up is your mother. She sobs quietly as I tie her up just like you and Birgit. You look at her sympathetically, but your sister asks, "Isn't this fun, Mommy?" "Sure, honey!" You immediately hear that was a lie!

When the last knot is tied, it's immediately clear to all three of you that you won't get out without help. Then, to your great horror, Birgit says: "In crime novels, the burglar always tortures the tied-up victims to find out where the valuables are hidden!"

A kingdom for a wide strip of tape over Birgit's mouth! And what kind of crime novels is Birgit watching at her age? You'll have to keep a closer eye on the remote control—if you get out of here unscathed!

When Birgit explains, in response to my question, that tickling prisoners' feet is a popular torture method in crime novels, you both breathe a sigh of relief—you'd imagined much more gruesome torture methods, like the mafia's method of cutting off their fingers!

There's a lot of laughter over the next few minutes, but again, only Birgit seems to genuinely enjoy the way the fingers zip over her soles – for you and your mother, the tickling is pure torture, but at least it's one without long-lasting consequences!

When the tickling has revealed the hiding place of Mommy's wallet and jewelry, your and Birgit's piggy bank, and the PIN for your and Mommy's bank card, I seal the three of your mouths shut with silver tape. With a "It was nice to meet you - but now I have to go!" I bow and walk to the front door, ignoring your muffled screams. Still tied to the chairs, you see me reach for the front door handle – then I trip over your school bag lying in the hallway! Luckily, I just manage to avoid a fall! "Stupid school bag! Although - maybe there's still a tasty snack in there! Let's see!"

I rummage through your school bag, but I can't find anything! "Pah - only an F in English! You can keep it! Have a nice day!"

Then the door closes, and you're sitting alone in your chairs – Birgit giggling, you with a bright red face, and your mother with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Her mouth may be taped shut, just like yours and Birgit's, but her eyes say quite clearly: "How was that F in English, Andrew?" These could be long hours from which you, tied up as you are, can't escape – both literally and figuratively!

Feedback requested, @TuggyMale.

This is a really good story

That’s was… very quick, wow

Not exactly what I had in mind, but still really good

Good job man

Thanks for the praise

Part 2

Thank goodness the timer-controlled light goes out after a while, so at least you don't have to endure the gleeful face – in the case of your sister Birgit – or the accusatory face – in the case of your mother! And on the other hand, the two women can't see your face, which – well – is also accusatory, namely towards yourself! Because despite being only 13 years old, you've been the man of the house since your father ran off with a younger woman years ago! According to your self-image, as the only male member of the family, it's your job to protect your family, as is common practice for almost all species in nature – and now you're sitting there just as helplessly tied up as your mother and sister! Failure – at least that's how you see yourself at that moment. Tears stream down your cheeks. I wonder if your mother and sister are crying too? Certainly not your sister, since she thinks the whole thing is a harmless game, but maybe your mother is. But you're not sure, as the Sandman takes control of you and you slowly begin to snore through your nose.

After what feels like an eternity, you first hear a loud 'knock,' then a 'clink,' and finally a loud 'bang.' The brief silence that follows is interrupted by your sister's gag-muffled scream! You're instantly wide awake, and panic rises within you! You scream for your mother and your sister, but get no answer! You want to jump up, but tied to the chair, you can't. The silver tape on your lips still reliably does its job, muffling your loud, panicked scream! What happened to your mother and sister? Are they hurt? Or worse? You feel sick with fear!

After what feels like an eternity, the light comes on, and your mother and sister stand before you—untied and apparently unharmed! A weight is lifted from your shoulders! Birgit explains to you that your mother somehow managed to break a glass from the table – aha, that explains the clatter – then tip over her chair – the bang – and then use a shard of glass to cut the ropes around her wrists. "Then she untied herself first and then me – the killjoy!" Birgit gives her mother a reproachful look.

Normally, your mother would have scolded Birgit for her comment – ​​but in light of what she'd just experienced, she sends her to her room with a bar of chocolate and even allows her to watch some TV, even though it's long past her normal bedtime!

When Birgit has disappeared with her precious treasure – not without at least briefly tickling your bare feet – your mother finally turns to you. After all, you're still sitting on the chair with your mouth taped shut and tied up. Instead of working on your rope handcuffs, your mother is working on your head – ah, she'll take off the gag first! Good thing too!

Fully expecting to receive a bar of chocolate as compensation for the past few hours, you let your mother work on your head. But suddenly, you feel something being stuffed into your ears. Your mother then wraps your head several times with tape at mouth level, also securing the object in your ears. Suddenly, you hear a whooshing noise—and abruptly realize that your mother has taped headphones to your ears! You scream into your gag—but your mother turns off the light and leaves the room. After a few more seconds of whooshing, you hear a familiar male voice: "English School Book, Grade 8, Chapter 1, Listening Comprehension...!"

Again Feedback requested.

Well that’s a twist lol
Bruh mom

But don’t make this one too long, it doesn’t have to be like 30 chapters

An English Textbook , that is cruel and unusual punishment.

wow!!!
i never expected what happen in chapter 2!!!!