Stories of Tie Up Games

Will sat in silence, his hands still clutching the steering wheel as he stared ahead at the lone house in front of him. An unassuming old stone structure with a sloped roof and chimney perched atop of it. His eyes scanned across the windows but there appeared to be no lights on which was odd considering his expectation that the house would be occupied.
A large exhale passed through his lips as his eyes moved up to the rear view mirror and into their own reflection. His forehead glistened in a line of sweat that slowly peaked out from underneath his short brown hair. Finally he let go of the steering wheel and used a free arm to mop the sweat away.

His seatbelt clicked, freeing him from the chair that he'd sat in for several hours. He grabbed his mobile from the cradle that it had rested in whilst displaying the sat nav directions to his destination, although it had spent the last 50 minutes of his drive displaying a "NO SIGNAL" sign. Thankfully the last hour of his drive had consisted of a single 1 track forest road that led him to where he was now.

The car door popped open and he stepped out into the evening air. His white converse'd feet shuffled through the crunchy leaves as he approached the front door, his grey cotton sweatpants blowing ever so faintly in the wind.
Arriving at the door, he paused for another deep breath before finally knocking on the thick black wood.

A few seconds passed before the sound of several locks turning broke the silence. The door pulled open allowing light to spill around the silhouette of a figure standing inside. Will's eyes squinted as he examined the figure in the doorway. The figure was tall, several inches taller than Will, and significantly bulkier than his slim frame. They stood wearing black combat boots, olive green cargo trousers and a matching olive jumper. To complete the almost military like uniform, the man stood wearing a black 3 holed balaclava over his face.

"You Will?" they grunted.

"Uhm.. yes. Yes I'm Will" he nervously quipped back.

"C'mon in" They stood aside, gesturing in.

Will stepped inside and stood just beyond the man as he closed the door and turned the several locks on it. After locking the door, he turned to Will.

"You're taller than you looked online. But just as slim as I expected" he observed.

"Oh..." Will squeaked. "Is... is that ok?" he apologetically asked.

"It's fine. I can work with it" the man shrugged.
"Have you got the money?"

"Yes!" Will chirped.
"It's here in my back pocket." Will reached into his pocket and produced several £20 notes.
"Here you go, 200 pounds."

"Cheers" the man sneered as he grabbed the money and began counting it out.

"Now, do you remember the rules we discussed online?"

"Yes, I do" Will smiled gently.

"... well, go on. Repeat them" the man jerked his head forwards impatiently.

"Oh uhm... we will agree on a safe word to use if I want untied. If I am gagged, we will agree on a safe gesture before hand. Hard limits are blood, scat and sex.
If we get through the night and no safe words are used, I get £100 back, but any time I use a safe word, £50 is removed from that amount."
Will smiled.

"Good, well done. And are you still happy with those rules?" the man turned his head.

"Yep, I am"

"Ok then we can begin. Turn around and place your hands behind your back" the man ordered.

Will turned around and placed his hands behind his back, bowing his head as he done so. His hands were shaking with a mixture of nerves and excitement as months of waiting were finally over and here he was.

A plastic ziptie slipped over his wrists and quickly tightened.
*ziiippppp*
His hands pulled closer together in a prayer position with his fingers pointing downwards. A small grin grew on his face as he began to feel the thrills of being helpless.

There was a pause. Will continued to stand in front of the door with his head bowed.
He decided to break the awkward silence.

"So what should I call you? Should I call you Mrgphhhrhmphh?" His voice interrupted as a thick strip of white cloth was quickly passed over his head and pulled between his teeth before being yanked back and knotted.

"Don't worry about what to call me, chances to talk will be very limited for you" the man ordered.
"Let's go." He placed his arms on Will's shoulders and turned him towards a hallway.

"This way" he led Will down the corridor towards a large door at the end of it.

Arriving at the door, the man flicked on a light switch before opening the door to reveal a dimly lit set of stairs going down. Will stood staring down into the darkened abyss that the stairs led down towards.

"Well?" the man tutted as he nodded with his head towards the stairs prompting Will to step through the doorway and down the stairs.

As Will descended the stairs, his eyes inspected the room. It was a small basement, dimly lit by a single swinging bulb in the centre of the room. In one corner of the room stood a tall metal dressing screen that ran parallel to one wall until it touched the other wall. Against one wall stood a large old wooden chest of drawers with 2 columns of 4 drawers. Next to the chest of drawers sat a stack of other miscellaneous plastic storage boxes.
Finally, was a single wooden, 4 legged, armless chair sat close to the back wall. He suspected that was his destination.

Will's assumption was correct, the man continued to lead him to the chair.

"Sit down" he sternly commanded.

Will turned and sat down, placing his cable tied arms on the other side of the wooden chair back.

"Right" the man barked.
"Safe gesture. Click your fingers." he sharply announced.

"Orgphh Krmgphhh" Will nodded. He gave a faint squirm with his wrists behind his back.

"Good. Welcome to your new home" he continued, a small smirk poked through the balaclava mouth hole.

"Hrmgphhh" Will played along, gulping. He gave another little jerk of the wrists against his zipties. His heart was pounding as he sat there, ziptied and cleave gagged. But he couldn't help but feel like something was missing. His position felt almost anticlimactic. He had been waiting so long after meeting this man online and discussing their potential meet up, and now here he was. The truth was, he'd hoped for more than just some zipties and a cleave gag. But he didn't want to let his disappointment show.

"Having fun?" the man interrupted Will's thoughts, almost as if he read his mind.

"Urrghhh hurgphhh" Will nodded, almost too enthusiastically, desperately trying to avoid showing any disappointment.

"Good." The man nodded. He walked over to the chest of drawers, his combat boots clumping against the cold hard basement flooring as he marched.

"I'm glad you're having fun." He leant against the chest of drawers.
"I also want to have fun Will" he grinned.

"Urgphh hrmgphh?" Will nodded.

"We're going to play a little game Will" he continued.
"A little bit of roleplaying."

Will's eyes widened as his teeth bit the white rag.

"I've tied you up. You're getting what you want. I think it's only fair that I get a little bit of what I want too" he continued to explain. Will remained silent, his heart began pounding again.

"See, each of these drawers contain a scenario, a costume, a personality etc. Do you understand?"

Will nodded. No noises, just a quick and nervous nod.

"I'll let you choose a drawer, and then we'll play out whatever scenario is inside that one. Understand?"

Another nervous nod. Behind the chair, Will's palms rubbed together with sweat. The basement was warm, very warm.

"Good" another smile grew behind the balaclava.
"Don't worry too much about acting. I'm sure you'll be a natural" he menacingly cackled.
"Plus you'll be gagged."

He stepped back from the drawers and pointed to the top left.
"That's number 1."
His finger bounced across each drawer as he called out the number of each one.

"Pick a drawer" he turned to face Will on the chair.

"Hrrrmphhh" Will wondered aloud as his eyes scanned each drawer.
"Srrphhvrrphnn"

"Seven?"

"Mrrpghh hrmgphh" Will nodded.

Without hesitation, the man pulled the drawer open and removed a large bag. From within the bag he removed a piece of paper.
He walked over and stood in front of Will, unfurled the paper and read it aloud:

Kerry-Ann - local chav and generally an all round bitch.
Unemployed 20 something chav woman who spends her time hanging about outside tesco and being a cow to anyone that dares pass her by.
Usually chain smoking and day drinking with her other little chav bitch pals. Severely needs to be taught a lesson.


"Oh man" the man chuckled.
"I remember the incident that caused me to write this one up!"
"So, are you ready to become Kerry-Ann?" his eyes glanced up at Will.

"Hrmgphh?" Will screwed his face up and looked back over at the drawers.

"Is there a problem?" the man challenged.

"Itphhh argphh wrmgphmmnm?" Will tried to speak.

"Because it's a woman?" the man tilted his head aggressively.
"if you want to pick another drawer, that'll be £50 removed from your money" he grinned.
"and there's no guarantee that the other pick isn't also a woman!"

"Hrmgphhh" Will sighed, realising the position he was in.

"Like I said, you don't need to do much acting. I'm doing you a favour by tying you up! The least you could do to show you're grateful is put on some clothing that I've picked!" the man argued.

"Hrmmgphh" Will's head bowed as he considered his options.
"....... Mrrgphh hrmgphh" he defeatedly nodded.

"Right choice" the man nodded.

He placed the bag down next to the dressing screen then walked over to Will on the chair.

"Right, I'll cut your hands free. The gag stays on. I want you to take that bag behind the screen and put on your new outfit. When you come back out, you'd better be wearing the outfit that's in the bag or else!" he warned as he began cutting Will's hands free.

With his hands free, Will stood up off the chair, rubbing his wrists as he got up. With his shoulders dipped, he walked over to the screen and pulled the bag behind it. He pulled the opening apart and inspected it's contents.


To be continued...
Please feel free to leave any feedback below (positive or negative). It's been a while since I've written something and had this idea in my head for a while now so feels good to finally get it posted.

Love this!!!!!!

Promising start. So many ways this can go from here

Loved the discrption of being gagged

@Jeffpa1967 thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying so far!

@Wedgieboy69 there is indeed and I have a few ideas planned!

@40 plus denier thank you! I’ve got plenty more engaging and regagging planned.

Part 2:

Will's hands reached into the bag, pulled out the first item and held it up.

"Hrmgphhh" he sighed as he seen what it was. He had a bad feeling when he heard the character being described, and now his fears were being confirmed.

The first item: a hot pink juicy couture velour zipper. He held it up and inspected it, turning to see the back. Across the back, word JUICY written in diamantes. He shook his head in disgust.
Slowly he removed his tshirt, threw it to the floor and slipped the zipper on. The soft pink velour material slid up his arms and engulfed his upper body. Suddenly, something dawned on him. The zipper was half length, leaving his lower body exposed. A deliberate choice from his captor no doubt.

Next out of the bag came the matching bottoms. Again, hot pink juicy couture velour sweatpants that flared out at the bottom of each leg. Once again the word JUICY was spelled out in diamantes across the butt. Will rolled his eyes in disgust as he began removing his grey sweatpants to replace them with the new hot pink monstrosities. He slid his bare legs into the bottoms until his feet poked out. They were tight, wrapping around his bum, clinging all the way to his legs until his ankles where they flared out. He lifted each leg and inspected his new clothing, shaking his head in disgust.


Wearing his new sweatpants, he reached back into the bag and grabbed the next item. Placing them on the floor, a pair of black primark knock off ugg boots.
"Rmmgphh" he rolled his eyes at the sight of the boots. Growing up in the 2000s and 2010s, he was all too familiar with the boots and in particular the knock off variants that had plagued his school years and caused many a broken ankle appearance from girls that worn the cheaper knock offs. By the clothing choices, Will could picture exactly what Kerry-Ann would look like. He'd came across Kerry-Ann's before and equally shared a disliking for them, albeit to a significantly less vitriolic degree.
In school, Kerry-Anns were the antithesis of quite, shy, hard working guys like Will. They preyed on guys like him to tease and torment with their nasty ways.
He peeled off his converse and socks then slid his bare feet into the knock off uggs. The soft fake-fur interior felt cheap and bare against his soles as his toes wrapped around tufts of the fur. He pulled the flared sweatpants over the top of the boots so that only his wide, black booted feet poked out from underneath them.

Next up from the bag was a pair of thick black woollen gloves. An unexpected inclusion, a contrast to the exposed belly of his velour suit but he slipped them on his already sweaty hands anyway. The gloves were long enough that they continued up his arm slightly and overlapped the velour zipper sleeves.

His torment wasn't over. Feeling one more thing in the bag, he reached in and removed it. This was the item he was dreading. He slowly removed it, revealing it under the light. A bright, blonde, straight haired wig.

"Hrrmgphh!" He shook his head in disgust, it was slowly sinking in to him now that he was wasn't being made to dress like a woman, but being forced to become a woman. And not just any woman. Kerry-Ann the local chav. He sighed as he flicked the wig to release all the hair, then slowly reversed it up onto his head, pulling it down tight on his already sweat soaked short hair, making sure to position it correctly.

He paused for a moment, his eyes closed as he struggled to believe his position. After a deep breath through the gag, he spoke:
"I'rmmgphhh frrphhnrsphmmd"

"Are you finished getting ready?" The man called back from the other side of the dressing screen.
"Come out slowly and let's see you!"

Will's eyes remained shut for a moment as he continued to question what was happening to him. Another deep breath over the gag. Then he slowly revealed himself.

"Ohhh yes!" The man cheered.
"Look at you!"

Will walked around the screen and stood in front of it, standing a few metres away from the man.

"Exactly how I pictured!" he continued to celebrate as his eyes scanned Will's new outfit, his hands planted firmly on his hips.
"Zip the hoodie slightly, fluff up your hair a bit and tuck the bottoms into your boots though." he pointed as he approached Will.
"I know you're a slag, but you're not a total slut! Have some grace and decorum about you!"

Will did as ordered, pulling his fingers through the golden blonde wig, zipping the hoodie slightly, and gently tucking the flared hot pink bottoms into the black boots.

"Excellent!" the man nodded, grinning through the balaclava as he arrived at Will. He reached out his hand and brushed it down the side of Will's arm, feeling the soft warm pink material.
As his hand reached the bottom of Will's arm, he grasped Will's wrist tightly where the gloves met the sleeves.

"Why don't you have a seat love?" he growled through gritted teeth as he pulled Will's arm back and began moving him back towards the chair.

"Hrrrrmmgphh!" Will grunted as he was violently grappled and shoved, his boots scuffing off the floor as he moved.

Arriving at the chair, Will turned around and sat down meekly, gazing up at his captor. He'd noticed some new additions to the room, made by his captor whilst he was getting changed.
The boxes that once sat in the corner of the room were now behind the chair. A tall mirror rested against a wall. And from the ceiling, a piece of string arched from one point to another in front of the chair, similar to the piece of string that photos hang from in a dark room when being developed.
Knowing his captor, Will knew that each addition had their purpose. And that he would find out soon enough exactly what they were!

"Let's not waste any more time hmmm?!" The man exhaled as he grabbed a box and dragged it over behind Will on the chair.
"Let's get you nice and tied up shall we?!"

He grabbed Will's arms and pulled them behind the chair, crossing them over at the wrists. A loop of rope passed over his wrists and dragged tight, pulling both arms together. The layer of sleeve and glove on each arm gave the rope something extra to bite into as it tightened.
The man began wrapping the rope around both wrists, passing it under and over, the tie getting tighter with each pass.

"Mrrgphhh" Will grunted as his wrists were yanked and tugged with every wrap.

Finally, the wrists were cinched with a several passes of the rope between each wrist, and then a double knot was added to secure everything in place.
In a matter of seconds, Will's wrists were immobilised with extreme proficiency. His captor was clearly very experienced at this. An exciting and daunting thought.

Will gave a short test of the ropes, attempting to twist his arms but to no avail. After a few attempts to reach the knots with his thickly gloved fingers, he gave up and let his hands dangle down, helpless.

During his futile attempts to challenge the wrist tie, Will failed to notice that his left leg had been grabbed and pulled against the chair leg. Upon abandoning his attempts to squirm, he noticed his left ankle was already wrapped in several winds of black ropes that wound around the chair leg. The hot pink velour suit bottoms pulled tighter and tighter against his legs as the ropes continued wrapping up his shin. Again he tried to test the tie but only succeeded in swivelling his left boot every so slightly from side to side.

Such a small range of movement brought a chuckle from his captor who was finishing off the left leg tie with a knot.

"So, Kerry Ann. Tell me what you like about your new outfit!" he smirked as he grabbed a rope and began repeating the tie on Will's right leg.

"Hrrmgphh?" Will wondered aloud.

"Do you like the colour?" the man smirked.

"Mrrgphh hrmgphh" Will nodded.

"And what else?" the man prompted.

"Errmgphhh..." Will puzzled, aware that the gag made giving an understandable answer impossible.

"Trgphhh brrgphhhts" he nodded downwards as his ankles swivelled to indicate he was talking about the fake ugg boots.

"The boots hmmm?" The man looked up at Will as he finished knotting the right leg in place.

"Are they comfortable?"

"Mrrgphh hrrmgphh" Will nodded.

"Aren't you happy that you're being tied up in a comfortable outfit?" The man teased as he stood up and walked behind Will, back to the boxes.

"Mrrgph hrmgphh" Will continued his nod.

"This is a lot better than the clothes you were wearing when you arrived right?" he continued to tease.
"And so much more colouful! No boring white and grey. Lovely and colourful pink!"

Will's nodding continued, the blonde wig bouncing back and fourth.

"Right, now that you're definitely not going anywhere, why don't we give that gag of yours an upgrade hmmm?"

Suddenly, the man planted his hands on Will's shoulders and leaned in, his balaclava covered face next to Will's.

"Cleave gags are too comfortable." he leaned in closer.
"A gobby little chav like you deserves something much, much less pleasant!" he cackled, his eyes looking intensely into Will's before pulling away and returning to the box.

To be continued...
Thank you everyone that commented on the last chapter. Still trying to get a feel for how popular this story is so if you haven't commented yet but are enjoying this, please do comment below (or PM me) and let me know!

"Juicy"
Love it, could picture it immediately.
Can't wait for more.

Really enjoying this story so far!

Part 3:

Will's neck could only turn so far round and with his body tightly secured to the chair, his ability to turn was non existent. He could only listen as his captor rummaged away in the box behind the chair, searching for the next part of Will's torment. The gag.

"Hmmm, where is it... where is it..." the man huffed to himself as he swished through what sounded to Will like a very packed box full of items.
"Ah hah! Here you are!" he celebrated as an item was drawn from the box.
"This is perfect."

Another box was dragged across, closer to the man.
"Ok, now that we've got the gag, which stuffing shall we go for?". He opened a new box and began searching.

Will sat patiently on the chair, his lips wrapped around the cleave gag as some saliva was starting to creep out the sides.

The man continued to search.
"This one?" he mumbled to himself.
"Nah, there's better in here!..."
"There we go! This is what I was looking for!" he celebrated again, drawing an item out of the second box.

Will's head drooped as his eyes followed a drip of saliva down onto his chest.
"Armgphhh" he huffed as the line of spit made contact with his hot pink hoodie.

Suddenly, a large hand came into his eyeline from behind and clamped tightly down over his mouth and nose, yanking his head back into the mans chest.

"Now when I remove your gag, not a word from you! Understand?"

Will fought with the mans grip in order to show a nod in acknowledgement.
"Hrrrmp hrrmphhh" he tried to exhale into the man's palm.

"Good."

The man unclamped Will's lower face causing Will's head to jerk forwards. He felt the cleave gag pull tighter as the man began working on the knot to untie it. The sides of his mouth ached as the gag tugged harshly against them. In a flash, the white cloth that once gagged Will sprang loose and was discarded onto the basement floor in front of him. He took advantage of this freedom to exercise his jaw, opening and shutting his mouth over and over as quietly as he could.

"Right. Open wide bitch" the man barked from behind.

Will did as ordered, opening his mouth as wide as he possibly could so to avoid angering his captor.
Like a few moments before, the man's hand came into view and positioned itself in a slightly cupped shape in front of Will's face. Within the cup of his hand sat a black piece of cloth.
The hand aggressively pulled back towards Will's mouth before again covering the entire lower half of his face, forcing the piece of cloth into Will's mouth.
The cloth wad packed into Will's cheeks and quickly expanded to it's real size, filling out his mouth.
As Will adjusted to the alien object packed into his mouth, with his free hand, the man grabbed his chosen gag and readied it for use.
His clamping hand pulled way from Will's mouth and in it's place, a thick, black, leather panel gag plastered itself over Will's slightly agape mouth. 2 leather straps on either side of the panel were pulled round Will's head, over the blonde wig, and buckled tightly at the back.
Another 2 straps that came out the top of the panel, formed a triangle around the nose, then into 1 single strap was dragged up Will's face, positioned between his eyes and then up the centre of his forehead. This strap was held in place with one hand, whilst the man proceeded to grab the last straps. 2 dangled down the bottom of the panel, crossed over under the chin forming a chin strap, then under Will's neck then up the back of his head. These 2 straps met with the single top strap in a tight buckle that pulled in tightly against the wig, securing the luscious blonde locks tightly against Will's head.

The man took a step back to admire his work. Will's face showed a network of straps that each weaved and wound their way across Will's face, all returning to a central strip across his mouth.

"Perfect!" The man grinned.

Will almost hadn't noticed the straps, nor the man being finished applying the gag, as he was too preoccupied with the contents of his mouth. Behind the thick leather panel gag, deep in Will's mouth, a foreign object was making a particularly unpleasant welcome. Will's tongue had made it's way over to investigate the object. A decision which Will was regretting dearly as it seemed that once it had made first contact with the item, there was no way it could get away from it.
Upon first touch, the item sent a salty taste up the tip of Will's tongue. Then when the tongue recoiled, the object expanded, filling the space vacated by his tongue. Now, the base of his tongue was squirming, desperately trying to get away from the intensely vinegarish tastes.

Underneath the network of black straps, Will's face contorted. His nose scrunched up.

A hand reached forwards and snaked underneath the hot pink hoodie, snapping Will out of his distracted state.
A warm finger and thumb wrapped around his bare nipple and squeezed hard.

"HRRRMGPHH!!!" Will yelped, lurching upwards, bringing the chair with him thanks to the tight ropes that kept him bound to it.

"Much better!" the man chuckled as his hand remained up Will's hoodie.

"Mrrgphh hrmgphhh" Will shook his head in disapproval of the nipple pinching.

"Aww what's wrong? Does the little chav not like having her nipples pinched?" the man taunted as his fingers slowly began to tighten again.

"Mrrgphh hrrmPGHHH!" Will yelped as the fingers tightened and began another pinch.

His fingers released as he stood back up and walked behind Will, placing a hand on Will's head and jerking it around, toying with him.

"I suppose you're wondering what that is in your mouth hmmm?"

"Mrrgphh hrmgphhh" Will nodded, his attention drawn back to the deeply unpleasant object that was fighting and winning a battle against his tongue.

Then man returned and stood in front of Will, holding up a zip locked back that's slightly puffed shape showed that some contents remained.
He unzipped it and dipped a hand inside.

"I'd like you to meet someone."

He drew out a photo and clothes peg and clipped it onto the line of string that hung on the ceiling like that of a photography dark room.
Will's eyes gazed up at the photo.
The image showed a clearly candidly taken photo of an obese, middle aged man in a changing room. The man was sat on a bench in gym gear with 1 leg raised as he removed his sock. The other leg sat planted on the wet changing room floor bare foot.

"Meet Gym Pig." he smirked as he flicked the photo causing it to sway on the line.
"I see Gym Pig in the gym most evenings. It looks like he comes to the gym straight from work. He always uses locker number 17. And typically spends about 45 minutes on the treadmill."

He reached into the ziplock bag and drew out another photo, clipping it onto the line.
"Here he is using the treadmill. You can see on his grey tshirt just how much he sweats!"
He reached into the bag again, once again clipping a new photo to the line.

"And here he is in the changing rooms, looking so very confused." the man began to cackle.
"And why do you think he's confused?"

"Mrgphh hrrmgphh?" Will shrugged, tugging at the knots.

"Because his socks have gone missing!" he boomed.

"Mrrgphh!?" Will cried.

"And where do you think they went?!" the man continued his teasing, grinning ear to ear as all was being revealed.

"Hrrrmpghhh!"

"That's right!" he approached Will.
"one of them has ended up in here!" he poked at the panel over Will's mouth.

"Hrrmgphhhhh!!" Will protested and shook his head in disgust.

"I could have used any old rag. An old cloth. Maybe a handkerchief?" he rested his arm on Will's shoulder and leaned in.
"Or maybe one of my own socks? But the problem is... I don't think that's bad enough."

"Hrrrrmgphhh!!!!!" Will continued to protest, his tongue pushing at the sock as though it would magically push past the panel gag.

"Little chavs like you. You think you're so smart... and clever... but sometimes... you need to learn when to just put a sock in it!" he guffawed at his own joke.

"But!" he cut his laugh.
"I know what you're wondering..." he stood back up and grabbed the ziplock bag again.
"That's only one of Gym Pig's socks..." he reached his hand back into the bag.
"Where could the other one be?!!!"

"Oh! Here it is!" he cheered, yanking another thick, black, cotton sock from the bag.
"Where shall I put that? Hmmmm" he wondered, clearly already knowing where to put it.

He marched behind Will and grasped the straps on the gag just above Will's nose. In a flash and a jerk, the sock was aggressively slid underneath the straps that formed the triangle over the nose, positioning it so that the foot side of the sock sat firmly over Will's nostrils.

"HRRMPGHHHH!!!!" Will cried, muffled by the newly placed sock over his nose but the heavy protest left him breathless and out of breath. His sharp inhales drew in the horrendous stench of Gym Pig's sweaty gym sock. He thrashed his head side to side, the loose ends of the sock flapping against his packed out cheeks.

"Enjoying the smell?" the man taunted as he stood and observed his tormented captive.

Will didn't reply, instead choosing to keep his breaths short and movements to a minimum so to reduce the horrendous smell as much as he could.

The man stood, staring at Will, a small smirk on his face as he watched the helpless, crossdressed captive.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" he interrupted himself.

He reached back into the ziplock bag and removed more photos, much to Will's relief that no more socks were removed.
He attached the new images to the string then stood aside.

"I thought you'd like to know exactly what Gym Pig's feet look like too!"

Added to the gallery were 2 new candid photos. 1 close up shot of the Gym Pig's foot planted on the floor showing his thick toes and uncut nails.
The second image showed the sole of his foot as he had it suspended in the air whilst resting his leg on the other.

"Hrrrmgphh hrrrmmgphh" Will cried as he sat before the photos.
He couldn't believe that this complete stranger's worn gym socks had been stuffed into his mouth and positioned over his nose and he couldn't do anything but suck and inhale them whilst he gazed at the feet that they'd once covered.

"Well I'll leave you to familiarise yourself with those for a little bit whilst I prepare what's next for you!" the man smiled before once again grasping Wil's head with his hand and teasingly jerking his head back and fourth.
He turned and headed back up the stairs, out of the basement.

"Bye!" his voice echoed as the door closed over, followed by the sound of several superfluous locks turning.

Will sat alone in the dimly lit basement, huffing and shaking his head. His gloved hands twisted and turned but kept steadily tied. His booted feet swivelled in place as his feet sweated deep inside of them.

To be continued...

Please make a part 4

As always your writing style is instantly captivating, I’ve really been enjoying this one. Funnily enough I’ve been having some cross dressing fantasies of my own, specifically being bound and gagged while dressed up, so it’s been fun to sort of picture myself in our main characters situation.

Can never go wrong with being tied up in Uggs either, even if they are knock offs lol, and man that sock gag is brutalll, but I love it!