Stories of Tie Up Games

Ten year old Billy gingerly stepped into his neighbour Jenny’s garden. The grass felt cool under his bare feet, a stark contrast to the hot pavements and the sun beating down on his bare back. He walked towards the sound of guitar music and found the forty year old blonde sitting on the grass under a tree, her ankles crossed showing Billy her dirty bare soles, her chest hugged by a T-shirt proclaiming the tour dates of a long forgotten band and torn denim shorts showing off her toned thighs and calves, the result of years of gymnastics and sports.

“Hello Jenny.” Billy called nervously, fiddling with the coil of rope he clutched.

“Hello Billy.” She replied putting her guitar to one side. “What are you up to today, and what’s with the rope?” Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she took in the sight of the young boy dressed so minimally in just his faded jeans and the rope hanging from his hands.

“Well, Jenny, I was wondering if you could help me with ermmm..”. He hesitated. “Erm It’s a little game I’ve been thinking of.”

“Yes?” Asked Jenny slightly puzzled.

“Can you tie me up please?”

“Pardon!”

“Tie me up please, like in a film or cartoon. The bad guys capture the hero and tie him up.”

Jenny felt a twinge of hesitation at the request but realised it was innocent. “So you want me to tie you up. Like I’ve kidnapped you?”

“Yes” he said quietly.

“Have you ever been tied up before?”

“No, but I have tried to tie myself up, I just can’t do my hands.”

Jenny grinned. “OK then. Give me that rope and put your hands behind your back!”

Billy eagerly did as he was told, the rope feeling rough and cool in Jenny’s firm grasp. She had a way with knots, thanks to her time in the Girl Scouts and the many years spent sailing or camping trips. She quickly secured his wrists behind his back. “There you go. How’s that. Not too tight?l

Billy tested his ropes. “Can you make it tighter. I think I could slip out.”

“Tighter?” Jenny exclaimed.

“Yes please and tie my feet too so I can’t run away.” Billy’s voice was filled with excitement.

Jenny studied Billy’s earnest expression, feeling a mix of amusement and concern. She had always known him to be a curious child, but this was a new level of adventure seeking. With a sigh, she adjusted the rope from around his wrists and began to wrap a few more turns and tie a couple of knots. She tried to keep the tension gentle, not wanting to cause any actual discomfort, but Billy kept asking for it tighter. She paused and looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of distress or a hint that he was joking. All she saw was the sparkle of excitement and anticipation. “OK sit down.” She instructed him.

Billy wobbled to sit down obediently on the cool grass, his bare feet stuck out in front of him under him as Jenny took the rope and started to wind it around his ankles. She was gentle with him, but Billy's requests grew more insistent with every loop. "Tighter, Jenny, tighter please" he urged her, his eyes wide with anticipation. Jenny's own heart was racing a little as she felt the thrill of the game, but she remained calm, making sure not to bind him too harshly. She knew the strength of the rope and the power of a good knot, but she didn’t want to overdo it. After all, Billy was still very much a child. But she could see how much he was enjoying it, so she continued, adding a few more wraps and a secure knot.

Once she had finished, Jenny stood up and looked at her prisoner; his expression was a mix of excitement with a hint of trepidation. "How does it feel?" Jenny asked, her voice a little shaky with the realization of what she had just done. Billy tested his newfound bondage, his body tensing against the ropes. "Good," he said, nodding his head, "but can you do my arms and legs too?"

Jenny paused for a moment, considering his request. "You're sure?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Billy nodded eagerly. "Okay," she said, "but remember, this is just a game. If it starts to hurt, or if you want to stop, you just need to say so."

Billy squirmed slightly but made no sound of pain, his eyes never leaving hers as she worked. She positioned herself in front of him and began to tie his knees together, looping the rope above and below them before securing it with a knot. He watched her intently, his breath quickening as she worked, and she could feel the tension rising in the air. Moving behind him she then began to tie his elbows together, sparing him the strain of touching elbows, she tied his upper arms, bringing his elbows together and drawing his shoulders back knotting it tightly. “Is that what you want kiddo?” she asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Wow. I like that, but I actually wanted my arms tied to my back , you know like ropes round my chest and tummy levels. Like in the movies where they can’t use their hands at all and their arms are all bent and stuff.” Billy’s voice was strained with excitement.

Jenny’s eyes widened, she had never done anything like this before and she wasn’t quite sure if it was a good idea, but the enthusiasm in Billy’s eyes was contagious. She took a deep breath and nodded. “Ok, but remember if you want me to stop, just say so. This isn’t like your usual games of cops and robbers, okay?” Billy nodded and Jenny began to tie ropes round his upper arms and chest then tied his forearms together and looped ropes found his tummy tying arr knots well away from his fingers.

Once finished she stood up again and looked down at her well tied prisoner. “Look at you all trussed ip,like an oven ready. Bet you won’t escape soon. How does it feel?” Jenny asked with a smirk.

Billy tested his bonds once more, wiggling his fingers and toes, his bare chest rising and falling with quick breaths. “Good. But can you gag me now? So I can’t call for help.” He managed to get out with a grin.

Jenny felt a thrill run through her at the thought of gagging the young boy. She knew it was just a game but the power dynamic was intoxicating. She popped into the house, her bare feet slapping in the warm patio, then returned a few minutes later with a roll of tape and a pair of old, well worn, holey ankle socks. "You see, unlike cartoons or the movies, where a single strip of tape or a scarf over your mouth keeps you silent to really be gagged you need something in your mouth. Open up," she said with a smirk, holding the gag in front of his mouth.

Billy’s eyes grew wide as he realized what she had brought. He nodded eagerly, his heart racing as she folded the socks into a ball and pushed them into his mouth. Jenny wrapped the tape around his head a couple of times, securing the gag in place. The muffled protest that came from Billy only served to make her smile wider. "Now, now," she chastised him playfully, "You’re the one who wanted this." She stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes lingering on the way the tape stretched tightly across his cheeks and the bulge of the socks in his mouth.

He instantly began to kick and thrash around, screaming into his gag. The ropes held firm, biting into his skin slightly as he struggled. Billy's eyes were wide, his cheeks flushing red as he muffled his protests into the fabric. The sight of him, so bound and helpless, was something Jenny had never quite anticipated. She felt sudden panic. She realised she should never have done this. How stupid was she tying up a child. a strange mix of excitement and dread attacked her watching the boy she had known for so long fight against the very bonds she had placed on him. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Here. I’ll save you.” She began to pull the tape away from his mouth.

But Billy, caught up in the thrill of the moment, shook his head vigorously, the socks in his mouth jostling around as he did so. His eyes pleaded with her to leave the gag in place, his body still straining against the ropes. Jenny pulled the tape off his head and he spat the socks out. Jenny began to cry, torn between her instinct to help and the horror of what she had done.

“No. Please gag me again. And make it tighter!”

She stopped crying. “You’re not upset?”

exhilaration of watching him play out his fantasy. She took a step back, her hand hovering over the tape as if to reassure him she was there if he needed her to release him.

Billy took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "No, I'm not upset. I just didn't expect it to feel like this.” He began to wiggle his body, testing the limits of his restraints. "I want to see how much I can move," he explained through the muffled fabric. "Can you gag me again and tie me tighter, then watch me try to escape?"

“How can I tie you tighter? You are already trussed up in half a dozen ways.”

“Make sure I can’t move. Tie my hands to my feet, or tie me to something.” Billy’s eyes were alight with excitement.

Jenny looked around the garden, her gaze settling on the sturdy tree she had been sitting under. The trunk looked wide enough to hold him. She took a deep breath and made her decision. "Okay," she said, trying to keep her voice steady, "wriggle to this tree buddy.” Billy managed to scoot himself over to the tree, his movements awkward and jerky.

Jenny took a length of rope and wrapped it around the tree, wrapping her little captives torso to the trunk, ropes squeezing his arms and crossing his bare chest and tummy. He was now immobilised, leaving him sitting on the ground with his knees bent and feet against the grass. Billy’s eyes grew wider with each pass, his breathing shallower. "Comfortable?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and excitement.

“Yes thank you.” He said wriggling and testing the ropes. “But don’t forget the gag.” Jenny took another look at him, tied to the tree, and couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. She walked back over to him and bent down to push the worn socks back into his mouth. She took the tape and placed it over his mouth again, pressing firmly to make sure it was secure as she wrapped it round his head. “I’ll leave you here for a while, okay?” she said, patting him on the head.

Billy nodded his head as much as the rope around his chest allowed. He watched as Jenny went back to her chair, picked up her guitar and resumed playing. The music filled the air around them, a strange soundtrack to their game.

Jenny strummed away, glancing at Billy every now and then. His bare chest was heaving with his breaths, his eyes were wide and filled with a mix of excitement and fear. She felt a strange thrill watching him, knowing she had the power to make him squirm or beg for mercy, but she knew it was all in good fun. The sun had moved a little in the sky and it’s rays now danced across Billy’s face, making his blue eyes sparkle.

Billy was in heaven. He had seen this in so many shows and cartoons but never felt it himself. He loved the feeling of restraint, the way the ropes bit into his skin, the way the socks filled his mouth and the tape held it in place. He began to move as much as he could, kicking his legs out and wiggling his toes. The ropes tightened and loosened with his movements, sending little jolts of pain and pleasure through his body. He threw his head back, arching his back and pulling against his chest ropes, feeling them dig into his skin. He was really playing the part now, putting on a show for Jenny, hoping she liked what she saw.

Jenny couldn’t take her eyes off him. The way he was moving, the desperate little sounds he was making through the gag, it was like watching a wild animal caught in a net. She had never felt so alive. She watched him for what felt like hours, his movements growing slower and more deliberate as the sun climbed higher in the sky. She felt a strange mix of guilt and excitement. But she knew this was what Billy wanted. He was safe and she was here to keep an eye on him.

With a smirk, Jenny decided to up the ante. She lay down next to him, her head by his feet, her own bare feet stretching out by the tree where he was tied. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice low and taunting, “so helpless. You can just about wiggle those little toesies and nothing else.” Billy’s eyes darted to her, and she could see the fear and excitement in them. He was loving every second of this. He kicked his legs back and forth as if to prove her wrong.

Jenny’s eyes traveled over his body, taking in the sight of him bound so tightly. She couldn’t help but feel a thrill at his vulnerability. “You know, Billy, I could do so many things to you right now,” she whispered, her breath hot on his bare leg. “You’re all trussed up like a little chicken ready for roasting, and you can’t do a thing to stop me.” Billy’s eyes widened even more, his heart racing as he tried to process her words. He hadn’t thought of it that way, but the idea of being so completely at her mercy was exhilarating.

Jenny bent her leg and ran her foot up his leg, stopping at his tummy. Her heel resting on his thigh she wriggled her big toe in his bellybutton . “Do you think I should send you back to your mum like this? Do you think she’d like a little tied up boy? So much easier to look after all tied up aren’t you. Can’t get into too much trouble.” Billy’s eyes darted around in panic. The thought of his mum seeing him like this was too much. He began to thrash more, trying to make sounds through the gag. Jenny took her toe away from his stomach, watching him squirm. "Or maybe I'll just leave you here, for the birds to peck at." She said with a laugh. Billy’s eyes grew wide and he began to whine through the gag.

“Are you ticklish?” Jenny leaned in closer, her face mere inches from his. "What fun would that be if you were. You want me to watch you struggle, don't you?" Billy nodded frantically. "You want me to enjoy this little power trip of mine?" Billy nodded again. Jenny’s eyes searched his, looking for any sign of fear or regret, but all she saw was the same excitement that had been there from the start. "Well, alright then," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "I could tickle you here, or here, or here, or here.” As she spoke her fingers tickled his tummy, ribs, under arms, neck, nipples, each one made him squirm. “But I think I know where ticklish little boys are most ticklish.

Jenny lay back on the grass, her foot tracing the ropes that crisscrossed Billy’s bare tummy and chest. She watched his reactions closely, enjoying the way his body tensed and jerked at the lightest touch. Her toes began to tickle him in earnest, starting at his stomach and moving up to his chest, teasing him with feather-light caresses that made him squirm and giggle into his gag. The more he struggled, the more she enjoyed herself, her own excitement building as she watched him fight against his restraints.

As she continued her playful torment, Billy’s breath grew shallower and his giggles turned into muffled squeaks. Jenny’s heart raced, a strange mix of excitement and guilt coursing through her veins. She had never felt so powerful before, and the sight of Billy’s bound form was incredibly arousing. Her fingers itched to explore further, but she kept them firmly planted on his roped ankles and began to tickle his bare soles.

Billy’s eyes widened in surprise as Jenny’s touch reached his feet. He had never been tickled when tied up, but knew from before that it was his most ticklish spot, and the sensation was overwhelming. His body jerked in response, his feet trying to escape the relentless assault of her fingers. Jenny laughed, her own heart racing as she watched him squirm. She had never felt so in control of another person, and the feeling was intoxicating.

He managed to pull his feet away from her hands and plant his soles squarely on the grass. Jenny’s fingers probed beneath them trying to irritate the sensitive spots. ‘Tsh, tsh, tsh. This will never do.” She grinned at him. “You know in olden days they had something called stocks. A big block of wood your feet could be locked in so you couldn’t move them. You just had to put up with people tickling you. Imagine that. You could be lock in the stocks for days. Imagine that. Anyone could tickle your feet and there’s nothing you can do about it. You just have to put up with it.” Billy’s eyes grew wide at the thought of it. “I’m sure I could be that cruel if you wanted. I’ll tickle your feet for hours and then I’ll leave you to stew in your juices for a bit. Okay?” Billy nodded vigorously.

Jenny stood up and straddled his legs, her bare feet planted firmly on the cool earth beside him. He knew he was ticklish, and the thought of being at wholly at someone’s mercy was truly terrifying, but in this moment, with the ropes biting into his skin and the warmth of the sun on his back, it was all he could think about.

“I have an idea.” Jenny said, and walked away from him. Billy’s eyes followed her as she disappeared around the side of the house, his heart racing at the thought of what she might come back with. He knew he was ticklish, and usually hated being tickled, but the thought of being at Jenny’s mercy, tied up and unable to escape, was thrilling beyond words. When she returned, she was holding an old wooden bench with a sturdy wooden beam attached to the legs below the seat “Look what I found. These will be your stocks, my little prisoner,” she said with a grin, setting the bench down in front of him.

Jenny turned the bench upside down with a thunk, the wooden beam now pointing at the sky. She straddled the bench, her own bare feet planted on the ground, and positioned Billy’s ankles onto the beam. He felt the rough wood press against his bare skin as she began to tie his ankles to the horizontal and vertical beams with more rope, making sure they were snug but not too tight. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself, “now you won’t be going anywhere. I can tickle you to your heart’s content and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Billy’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement as he realized the extent of his predicament.

Once she had secured him in place, Jenny stepped back to admire her handiwork. The bench was indeed too heavy to move, and Billy’s legs were held firmly in the makeshift stocks. He could just about wiggle his toes without feeling the rope bite into his flesh. “Now, let’s see how you fare in your new position,” she said, a wicked glint in her eyes. She took a seat on the grass opposite him, her legs crossed, and leaned in close to his bare feet, her eyes locked with his and a cheeky, evil grin on her face.

Her fingers traced the outline of his soles, her nails lightly scraping against the tender skin. Billy’s body tensed in anticipation, his eyes wide and pleading. He had never felt so exposed before, his most ticklish spot laid bare and at her mercy. The first touch was light, a feathery dance across the arch of his foot that made him jerk and hiss through his gag. Jenny’s laughter was low and throaty, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she watched him squirm.

The tickling grew more intense as she found his sweet spots, the creases between his toes and the soles of his feet. Billy’s muffled protests grew louder, his body writhing against the ropes that held him firmly in place. The ropes around his chest and arms tightened with his struggles, adding a delicious pressure that sent warmth through his body. Despite the fear and the discomfort, he was acutely aware of a building sensation that was unmistakable.

Jenny’s toes wiggled as she worked. She could feel the tension in his body, the way he was fighting against the ropes, his desperate attempts to pull away from her touch. It was thrilling, a heady mix of power and pleasure that made her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. She leaned in closer, her fingers dancing over his skin with practiced precision, watching the way his eyes rolled back in his head and his muffled screams grew more frantic.

Billy couldn’t move. His body was bound tightly to the tree, his feet tied to the bench, and all he could do was writhe and kick his legs. The ropes dug into his flesh with every movement, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. He knew he should be scared, that he should be begging her to stop, but all he could feel was an intense rush of pleasure mixed with pain. He loved the way she looked at him, the way she took such delight in his torment.

Jenny’s fingers were now a blur as she tickled his soles with a ferocity he hadn’t thought possible. He was helpless, completely at her mercy, and he had never felt more alive. His eyes watered and his nose began to run from his muffled laughter, his body a symphony of tension and release.

The sensation grew more intense as she focused on his most sensitive spots, her nails lightly digging into his skin. Billy’s toes curled and uncurled, trying to escape her relentless assault. Each time she stopped, his breathing would calm for a brief moment, only for her to start again, sending him into another fit of giggles and squirms. He wished so much for the torture to stop but at the same time loved the feeling of utter helplessness and never wanted to be untied again.

The sun grew higher in the sky, beating down on their bare skin, making beads of sweat form on Billy’s forehead. His eyes pleaded with Jenny, but she just smiled, her own bare feet moving closer to his tummy her toes grazing the ropes that bound his body to the tree. She knew just how to make him squirm, her touch both gentle and firm, her laughter echoing through the garden as his muffled shrieks .

“I could keep you tied up like this for hours on end. Tickle you all day long. And there’s nothing you can do about it. I could keep you tied up like this for days. Tickling you whenever I wanted. You can’t run away, you can’t call for help. All you can do is sit there and put up with it. Don’t you feel helpless all tied up?” Jenny’s voice was teasing and playful, enjoying the power dynamic that had emerged in their little game.

Billy’s eyes widened even further as he took in her words. The idea of being tickled for hours on end was both terrifying and exhilarating. He nodded vigorously, his body already starting to react to the thought.

Jenny leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She began to tickle the soles of his feet with the same intensity she had used before, her fingers moving in swift, deliberate patterns that had him squirming and wriggling in the ropes. She knew she had found his breaking point, and she was determined to push him to it. For a full twenty minutes, she tortured his bare feet, her own laughter mixing with his muffled cries and giggles.

Eventually, she stopped tickling and stood up to look at the hot, sweaty panting mass that was Billy. His hair was matted to his head, and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten in the sun. His eyes were red and wet from laughing and his body was trembling from the exertion of trying to escape. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction at seeing him like this, so vulnerable and at her mercy but a pang of guilt struck her. “Do you want to be untied now?” She asked, her voice a little shaky. Billy’s shaking head showed despite everything he was still having his best fantasy come true.

“Good boy.” She whispered, her voice filled with a strange mix of motherly affection and sadistic glee. Jenny stepped away from him, giving him a moment to catch his breath. She picked up her guitar again and began to strum a gentle melody, her eyes never leaving his bound form. The music filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension of their game. Billy’s eyes closed and his breathing began to even out. He leaned his head back against the tree trunk, his body still quivering slightly from the tickling.

The sun had moved higher in the sky, casting few shadows across the garden except under the tree where Billy sat tied up. Jenny felt a strange sense of pride at how well she had tied him up. The ropes held firm, not a single knot had come loose despite his thrashing. He looked so peaceful now, like a statue carved from flesh and bone.

“Okay, I’m going to get us some lemonade.” Jenny said as she stood up, her bare feet leaving the cool grass and heading towards the house. Billy’s eyes followed her, the gag preventing him from protesting or asking her to stay. She felt a strange thrill at leaving him there so exposed and helpless, and she had to admit she was enjoying this game a little too much.

Once inside, Jenny’s heart was racing. She had never felt so alive. She quickly poured two glasses of lemonade and got a plate full of biscuits, then grabbed a towel to wipe Billy’s sweaty face and neck. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before returning to the garden. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, but she knew Billy was loving it.

As she approached him, she saw his eyes light up at the sight of the lemonade. He was panting heavily, his bare chest rising and falling with his ragged breaths. Jenny sat down next to him, her bare feet crossing one another as she took a sip of her drink. "Mmmm, this is so good," she said, her voice dripping with faux innocence. Billy's eyes followed the biscuits as she placed them on the grass beside her. He whimpered into his gag, his stomach growling.

Jenny picked one up and took a bite, savoring the sweetness as she watched him struggle. "You know, Billy, it's a hot day," she said, "I bet you're thirsty." She held the glass of lemonade just out of his reach, watching his eyes beg for a sip. "But you're all tied up and gagged. What a pickle you've got yourself into." She took another sip and sighed contentedly.

Billy's eyes grew wider and more desperate as he watched her, the sticky sweetness of the lemonade making his mouth water. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was until he saw it. He tried to lean forward, his body straining against the ropes, but it was no use. All he managed to do was make the ropes bite into his skin a little more and moan into his gag.

Jenny took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Billy’s. She took a biscuit and broke it in half, holding one piece up to her mouth and nibbling delicately, the crumbs falling onto her T-shirt and bare chest. “You know Billy, I’m getting hungry too. And look, I’ve got all these biscuits just for me,” she taunted him, holding the other half if the biscuit under his nose. He watched her, his stomach growling in protest. “I bet you’d really like one of these biscuits.”

Billy nodded eagerly, his eyes pleading as she held the biscuit just out of his reach. He knew it was just a game, but the feeling of being so utterly at her mercy was making his heart race. He had never felt so helpless or excited in his life.

Jenny took a sip of her lemonade, the cold liquid quenching her thirst and cooling her down from the heat of the day. She watched as Billy's eyes followed her every move, the desperation in them growing with every bite she took and every drop of lemonade that passed her lips. The power she had over him was intoxicating, and she felt a thrill that she had never felt before. She took another biscuit, broke it in half, and took a bite, her teeth crunching through the sweet, crumbling treat.

As she chewed, she held the other half in front of Billy's face, her fingers grazing his nose teasingly. He could smell the sweetness, feel the warmth of the cookie, and see the crumbs fall onto the grass below. His eyes watered from the intensity of his desire, his body straining against the ropes that held him in place. "You want some?" she asked, her voice filled with playful mockery. "You're going to have to ask nicely, or maybe do something to earn it."

Billy nodded frantically, his eyes never leaving the biscuit. Jenny took another sip of her lemonade, the condensation running down the side of the glass, and smiles mischievously at him. "What can you do for me?" she pondered aloud, taking another bite and licking the crumbs off her fingers. "You can't talk with that gag in your mouth so I probably need to do something about that.”

She placed the plate of biscuits and lemonade down then started to untie Billy’s ankles from the bench and his body from the tree, but keeping him tightly tied up and gagged. She then walked over to the patio and placed the tray of biscuits on the edge.

“OK kiddo. You have to earn refreshments.” You are all tied up and gagged. The Lemonade is here, the biscuits are there. All you have to do is get your gag off and get to the biscuits. Three two one GO.” With that she stepped back, sitting on the grass, and watched as Billy’s eyes grew wide with determination.

He began to squirm and thrash against his bonds, the ropes holding firm but allowing enough movement for him to struggle. His bare chest was a delightful pink from the exertion and the heat of the sun. Jenny felt a strange sense of excitement as she watched him, his desperate attempts to free himself both amusing and arousing.

Billy’s eyes grew more determined as he realized the challenge she had set. He rolled his eyes to the side, his gaze settling on Jenny’s bare feet, which were only a few inches from his face. With a renewed sense of purpose, he began to wriggle and wiggle his head, trying to get his mouth closer to her toes. The roughness of her feet scraped against his cheeks as he worked to manoeuvre the gag off using her toes. Jenny giggled, partly at the slightly tickly feeling and also at his ingenuity.

“Looks like you’re really trying there, Billy,” she said with a smirk. “But I don’t think that’s going to be enough to get those biscuits, do you?” Her voice was filled with a teasing tone that only served to egg him on further. Billy’s cheeks turned red with effort, his tongue trying to find the edge of the gag as he grunted and squirmed.

It took him a few moments of intense effort, but eventually, the tape gave way. The socks fell out of his mouth and he took a deep, gulping breath of air, his eyes watering and nose running from the exertion. Jenny couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him, all tied up and desperate for a biscuit.

“Well done kiddo.” Jenny wiggled her toes. Have some lemonade.” She held the glass for him to drink and over the next few minutes he finished the whole glass. “You still OK?” Billy nodded. “I can see you’re having fun, and so am I, but I’m not so cruel.” She gave his belly button a quick tickle. “You know where the biscuits are if you really want the,.” Her gaze went to the plate on the patio.

Billy’s eyes lit up with determination and he began to drag himself along the ground, his bare chest scraping against the grass, the ropes around his body keeping his arms tight to his side. He moved in a strange, worm-like fashion, his legs tied tightly together, inching closer and closer to the plate of biscuits. Jenny couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, his bare feet waving in the air as he propelled himself forward.

“You’re going to get dirty, Billy!” she called out, her voice filled with mirth. “But I guess that’s all part of being a worm, right?” She watched as he ignored her and continued his slow progress across the lawn. “Come on kiddo. Do the worm.”

Billy's eyes remained glued to the prize. The biscuits looked so tantalizing, so close yet so far. With a renewed surge of energy, he managed to pull himself another foot closer. The ropes around his torso and arms were cutting into his skin a little more with each movement, but the taste of victory was worth the discomfort. He could almost feel the crumbly goodness in his mouth.

Suddenly Jenny’s bare feet and legs were in front of him. “You’re too good at this.” She said. “I want to se you do the worm some more.” With that she pushed on his shoulders with her tight foot, pushing him away from the patio and the sought after biscuits and rolling him over a couple of times. “Come on Billy boy do the worm.”

With almost renewed effort , grunting and giggling, Billy continued to roll and wriggle, determined not to let Jenny beat him to the biscuits.

“You’re so close now, Billy!” Jenny exclaimed, her bare feet moving around him, occasionally rolling him back with a playful nudge of her toes. “But remember, the biscuits are right there. You just have to get to them!” Her voice was filled with excitement, her eyes sparkling with delight as she watched him struggle.

Billy's determination was unwavering. He arched his back, lifting his torso slightly off the ground and pushing himself forward with his bound feet. Each movement was a battle against the ropes, but he was getting closer. His eyes never left the plate, the smell of the biscuits driving him onward. The warmth of the sun on his bare back and the prickle of the grass under his stomach made him more aware of his vulnerable state, but the thrill of the challenge was too much to resist.

Jenny couldn’t help but be impressed by Billy’s tenacity. She sat cross-legged on the grass, her T-shirt riding up slightly, revealing more of her toned stomach. She watched him with a mix of amusement and something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Occasionally, she would reach out with her bare foot and give him a gentle nudge, rolling him away from the biscuits. "Oh no, not so fast," she teased, her foot lingering on his side for a brief moment before she pushed him back.

But Billy's resolve was unyielding. He continued his relentless pursuit, the ropes tightening and loosening with each twist and turn of his body. His eyes never left the plate, the biscuits beckoning to him like a siren's call. His tongue darted out of his mouth, tasting the sweetness of the air that surrounded them.

Finally, with a triumphant grunt, he managed to slither his way to the edge of the patio. The plate was now within reach. He stuck his tongue out, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and began to nudge the biscuits closer to the edge. His tongue flicked out, barely missing the treat.

Jenny watched with a mix of amazement and amusement. "Oh, so close," she said, toes curling into the soft earth with the effort of not reaching out to help him. But she knew that wasn't the point of the game. She had to let him do it on his own. “From worm go frog.” She giggled.

Which a small wiggle he gained the few inches he needed and got his tongue to the treasured sweet. With a final surge of strength, Billy's tongue managed to snag the corner of a biscuit, his eyes lighting up with triumph. Jenny watched in amazement as he began to inch the biscuit closer to his mouth, his tongue working tirelessly to guide it. His movements were slow and deliberate, a silent dance of concentration and hunger.

As the biscuit touched his lips, Billy paused for a moment, savoring the victory. Then, with a final flick, he managed to get the entire thing into his mouth. He chewed with gusto, his eyes closed in delight, the gag now forgotten. Jenny clapped her hands, her laughter ringing out in the quiet garden. "Good job, Billy! You really earned that one!"

The taste of the biscuit filled his mouth, the sweetness mixing with the salty taste of his own sweat and the faint metallic taste of the tape. Billy felt a rush of satisfaction that washed away his initial trepidation. He had done it. He had conquered the ropes and enjoyed the treat.

Jenny watched him, her own heart racing with excitement. The sight of the young boy, so bound and desperate for a simple cookie, had stirred something within her she hadn’t felt in a long time. It was thrilling to see his determination and the sheer joy that filled his eyes when he finally succeeded.

After a few moments of watching Billy savor his victory, Jenny stood up, her bare feet leaving imprints in the grass. "Okay, buddy," she said, her voice filled with a gentle warmth, "you've had your fun. Time to get you out of those ropes." She walked over to him, her eyes scanning the knots and loops that held him captive.

Billy nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He had enjoyed the game more than he could have ever imagined, but the ropes were starting to bite into his skin and he knew it was time to return to reality. Jenny knelt beside him, her hands deftly working the knots, her bare knees pressing into the cool grass.

As she began to untie the ropes, Billy felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment. The thrill of being so utterly at her mercy had been exhilarating, and now that it was coming to an end, he couldn’t help but feel a little let down. But he knew it was only a game, and that he had to go back to being a regular kid soon.

Jenny could see the excitement slowly draining from Billy’s face and she felt a pang of regret for bringing it to a close. But she also knew that they had pushed the boundaries of their friendship today, and she didn’t want to cross any lines that couldn’t be uncrossed. She worked quickly and carefully, making sure not to cut his skin with the ropes or pull too hard and cause him pain.

“Here. Put this cream on. It will help the rope marks fade before you go home to see mum.

Billy nodded and took the tube of cream she handed him, his movements still a bit stiff from being tied up for so long. He began to gently rub the cream into his skin, the coolness of it providing a much-needed relief from the ropes' embrace. Jenny watched him for a moment before standing up, brushing off her shorts.

"Come on," she said with a smile, "Let's get you all tidied up. You've had enough adventure for one day." Billy looked up at her, his eyes still bright with excitement, but also tinged with a hint of sadness.

Oh wow! What a delicious predicament Billy got into! Fantastic story! I love how it played out and your story telling was terrific.
I loved how she was tormented with the ethacasy of what she was doing. Her verbal teasing was great and I actually loved the reference to him being tied up for the oven.
Her superiority in handling the game was so nice and I liked her little punishment and reward for the biscuits and lemonade.
Billy needs to visit her again for some inside rainy day games! Please continue!

I mean, your stories are all similar but…

They‘re a ll so good that seriously doesn’t matter at all. It’s super entertaining to read. Keep up the good work man

Wow that is one awesome story. I love Jenny being torn between pleasure in the power she holds but guilt for what she’s done, yhe way she teased billy so well, verbally taunting him as well as physical restraint, and the way Billy hates being tickled but loves being helpless.

Thanks for the game. I tried to make it from both points of Circe’s so you get how both felt.

@TuggyBoundMale

My stories are quite similar? OK. Well it’s probably because I’m relaying all my fantasies, and one or two all too brief experiences.

@MommysNB why a rainy day in doors. Yes I’ll definitely try a part two

Bondageboi wrote: 5 days ago Thanks for the game. I tried to make it from both points of Circe’s so you get how both felt.

@TuggyBoundMale

My stories are quite similar? OK. Well it’s probably because I’m relaying all my fantasies, and one or two all too brief experiences.

@MommysNB why a rainy day in doors. Yes I’ll definitely try a part two

I never wanted to say that it’s bad, I hope you didn’t think I meant it like that. It’s just something I wanted to say without really a positive or negative meaning to it

I liked this story. And don't worry if anything is "similar" as you write. We all have specific styles and recurring motifs. That's our signature, and there's nothing wrong with sticking to a familiar system. It works for the big dogs.

Stephan King: Wierd stuff happens in Maine.

AC/DC: 5 power chords and two pentatonic scales. (Major and minor.)

George R.R. Martin: Menus!

Great story! I really wish that I had had a neighbor like Jenny when I was 10 years old.

Part 2

“Thanks tor doing this at such short notice Jenny. Work said on Tuesday I had to go this weekend. Timmy’s just done football practice and her got all his clothes for the weekend in this bag,” Timmy’s mum said, handing over the duffel bag to Jenny.

Jenny took the bag with a smile. As Timmy unlaced his boots leaving them by the door and padding in in just his socks.

Jenny swung Timmy’s duffel bag over her shoulder and gave him a wink. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Thompson, I’ve got this covered. Besides, I’ve been looking forward to spending some quality time with Timmy. We have so many fun things planned for the weekend!” Timmy felt his cheeks flush with excitement at the prospect of the days ahead.

As soon as his mum’s car disappeared down the street, Jenny turned to Timmy. “Alright, buddy, are you still up for this game?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Timmy nodded eagerly, his heart racing in anticipation.

They entered Jenny’s house, which was a stark contrast to the usual clutter of Timmy’s own home. Everything was clean and organized, with a faint scent of vanilla candles lingering in the air. Jenny led him to the living room, where she had already laid out several lengths of soft, velvety rope next to a heavy wooden chair. She had clearly been planning this moment.

“I have to go and change after my yoga class” she said wiggling her bare feet “and I can’t have a young man roaming round the house whilst I’m showering and changing.” She gave him a stern look. “Do you understand?”

Timmy nodded and without a word of instruction sat on the chair.

Jenny’s deft fingers moved swiftly as she wrapped the velvet ropes around Timmy’s wrists and ankles. She had a gentle touch, making sure not to tie the knots too tightly. She didn’t want to hurt him, only to keep him in place. Timmy felt a mix of fear and excitement as he watched her tie him up. He’d never been in such a vulnerable before the first time he played with Jenny, but the trust he had in Jenny was unshakeable.

Once she had secured his hands behind the chair, Jenny started on his arms, pulling them tight against the chair’s backrest and tying them at the elbows. Then she moved to his chest, looping the rope around his body and the chair, ensuring he couldn’t lean forward or backward. With a final loop around his tummy, she made sure he was snug against the chair, unable to move his upper body.

Moving down to Timmy’s legs, she tied his ankles to the chair’s front legs, one on each side. He could feel the rope pressing into his skin as she pulled it tight, but the velvet material made it almost comforting. Next, she worked on his knees, tying them to the chair’s led too, keeping his legs parted wide. This was a new sensation for Timmy, and he felt a strange thrill at being so thoroughly restrained.

Jenny paused for a moment to admire her handiwork. Timmy’s eyes met hers, wide with anticipation. He had never felt so exposed, yet he was filled with a curious excitement at what was to come. She could see the trust in his eyes, and she felt a sense of power and responsibility that she had never felt before.

With a nod of approval, Jenny began to tie Timmy’s shins to the chair’s front legs. The rope snugly hugged his skin, and Timmy couldn’t help but gasp as the last knot was tied. He was completely immobilized, unable to move his arms or legs without causing the ropes to bite into his flesh.



Jenny stepped back, her eyes scanning him from head to toe. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the exertion. Timmy could see the excitement in her eyes as she took in the sight of him, bound and awaiting her next move. The room was silent except for the distant sound of the cars outside and the occasional creak of the chair under his shifting weight.

Her gaze lingered on his chest, rising and falling with his quickened breaths. She reached out and traced the rope that crossed his stomach with the tip of her finger, sending a shiver down his spine. Timmy felt his heart rate spike as she leaned in closer, her breath warm on his cheek.

“Now, Timmy, it’s time to keep you quiet,” Jenny murmured, her voice a mix of kindness and command. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a soft, velvety cloth, and roll of silver tape. Timmy’s eyes grew wide at the sight, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.

Jenny stepped closer to him, the cloth in one hand and the tape in the other. She gently placed the cloth in his mouth, ensuring it filled his oral cavity and pinned his tongue down. Timmy’s breaths grew shallower as he felt the fabric muffle his voice. Jenny looked into his eyes, searching for any signs of fear or objection, but all she saw was curiosity and acceptance. With a gentle nod, she began to unroll the tape.

As the sticky material made contact with Timmy’s skin, he felt the pressure build in his cheeks. Jenny wrapped the tape around his head in a criss-cross pattern, securing the cloth in his mouth tightly. She made sure it was snug but not too tight, allowing him to breathe easily through his nose. Her movements were careful and deliberate, as if she was wrapping a delicate present for a beloved friend.

Timmy’s muffled whimpers grew quieter as the tape molded to his face, and he could feel the fabric of the gag pressing against his teeth. Jenny leaned back to admire her work, her eyes filled with satisfaction. “There, now you won’t be shouting for help,” she said with a wink.

Jenny went upstairs to shower leaving Timmy alone in the quiet living room, his eyes darting around nervously as he struggled against the ropes. The warmth of the chair and the snugness of the restraints were comforting in a strange way, but the silence was unnerving. He heard the sound of the shower turning on upstairs and felt a peculiar mix of loneliness and excitement.

Timmy’s thoughts raced as the water pattered against the shower walls, echoing through the house. He wondered what Jenny had planned for him this weekend, now that his mum was out of the picture. The first time they played the tying game had been at his request, a spontaneous moment of play that grew into something more. Now, it felt like a secret ritual that only the two of them shared. Without his asking, but with his full consent he was once again at the older woman’s mercy.

Jenny returned wearing a skimpy grey vest top and baggy grey shorts, her damp hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Barefoot as always, she walked into the room with a sense of purpose that made Timmy’s stomach flip. The way the fabric clung to her skin made him aware of his own vulnerability and the stark difference in their positions.

Her eyes searched the room and found Timmy, still bound to the chair, his breaths coming in short, shallow bursts. A smile played on her lips as she took in his predicament, the ropes standing out against his red and sweaty skin. She sauntered over to him, her bare feet silent on the floor.

Kneeling beside the chair, Jenny placed a cool hand on Timmy’s cheek, her thumb brushing against the tape that covered his mouth. His eyes searched hers, desperate for some indication of what she had planned. Jenny’s touch was calming, though, and she gave his cheek a gentle caress before standing up.

With a graceful move, she sat in the sofa opposite him and planted her feet on his thighs, crossing at the ankles. The warmth of her skin seeped through the fabric of his shorts, and Timmy felt his body respond to her nearness. He watched as she leaned back into the cushions, her posture relaxed and comfortable. She picked up the TV remote and began to flick through the channels, as if the sight of him tied up was the most natural thing in the world.

Her left big toe began to probe under his shirt, pulling the hem out until her toe found his bellybutton. She traced small circles around it, sending shockwaves through Timmy’s body. He squirmed in the chair, the ropes cutting into his skin just enough to keep him focused on her every touch. The sensation was strange and intimate, a reminder of his vulnerability and her power over him.

Jenny’s eyes never left the TV screen as she continued to flick through the channels. She didn’t need to watch Timmy to know he was there, feeling her every movement. Her foot remained on his thigh, the big toe occasionally dipping lower to graze against the sensitive skin of his stomach. She could feel his muscles tense beneath her, his breathing growing erratic as he was forced to giggle into the gag.

She may have been pretending to ignore him but Timmy couldn’t ignore her. He looked down at her bare feet, ankles adorned with jewelled gold chains, three toe rings between her feet, toe nails painted a mix of pink and turquoise patterns. Every now and again Jenny would curl and stretch her toes, tickling his tummy in the process.

The TV played some mindless reality show, the background noise a stark contrast to the intensity of their silent interaction. Timmy felt the ropes bite into his wrists as he tried to lift his arms, but it was useless. He was at her mercy, and she knew it.

With a dramatic sigh, Jenny leaned forward, placing the remote on the coffee table and taking her feet ff his thighs. She turned to Timmy with a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You know what, Timmy? I’ve got to start cooking dinner. I hope you don’t mind if I leave you here for a bit. You seem pretty comfortable.” She winked at him, her voice playfully teasing.

Timmy’s eyes widened in panic, his muffled protests echoing in his head. He didn’t want to be left alone like this, not with his body buzzing with anticipation and fear. Jenny just chuckled and ruffled his hair before she stood up. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to check on you. I don’t want to leave you all alone. All tied up like this. All helpless.” She winked at him before turning away to head to the kitchen. But then she suddenly popped back. “Oh sorry. I almost forgot.” Darkness surrounded Timmy as a black velvet blindfold was secured around his eyes.

Her teasing words hung in the air, and Timmy felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He knew she was just messing with him, but the thought of her leaving him here, tied up , blindfolded and gagged, was both exhilarating and terrifying. The sound of her bare feet padding across the floor, barely audible to start with, grew faint as she moved into the kitchen, and Timmy heard the clanking of pans and the sizzle of something cooking.

“What should we have tonight?” Jenny called out, her voice playfully taunting. “Maybe I’ll make your favorite, spaghetti carbonara. You know how much I love to feed my little captive audience.” Timmy could hear the smirk in her voice and felt a knot tighten in his stomach. She knew how much he loved her cooking, and the thought of her bustling around the kitchen barefoot while he sat here, bound and unable to do anything but listen, was maddening.

The aroma of garlic and onions began to fill the room, making Timmy’s mouth water. He could almost feel the warmth of the stove radiating from the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans clanging and the occasional hum of the microwave added to the cacophony of domestic bliss that he was currently an involuntary participant in. His stomach rumbled in response, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since the small snack his mum had packed for him after football practice.

As the smell of dinner grew stronger, so did Timmy’s curiosity. What was Jenny cooking for them? He knew she was an amazing cook, but he also knew that she liked to play games. Was she going to bring him a plate of food and leave it just out of his reach? Or perhaps feed him like a pet, one bite at a time? His imagination ran wild, each scenario more tantalizing than the last.

Finally, the noises from the kitchen grew quieter, and Timmy heard Jenny’s bare feet slapping on the polished wood floor of the hallway approaching. He sat up as straight as he could, the chair creaking beneath him. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for her to reveal her plan.

The feel of being tipped back, and the sound of the chair being dragged across the floor made Timmy jump. He felt the chair move backward and realized she was pulling him into the kitchen. The cool air hit his face as the smell of the food grew stronger. The chair bumped against the kitchen table, and he heard the clink of dishes being placed down.

Jenny’s warm hands untied the blindfold, and Timmy blinked against the sudden brightness. The sight before him made his stomach drop. There, in front of him, was a steaming plate of spaghetti carbonara, his favorite, with a sprinkle of parmesan on top. Jenny sat opposite him, her legs stretching out so her bare feet rested on his socked feet, and picked up a forkful of the pasta. She blew on it lightly and then brought it to her mouth, her eyes never leaving Timmy’s.

Her mouth closed around the food, her teeth flashing as she chewed, and Timmy’s eyes followed every movement hungrily. The smell was heavenly, making his stomach growl louder than ever. He could see the twinkle in her eye, the way her lips curled into a knowing smile as she enjoyed her meal. Each bite she took was a deliberate tease, a silent question of whether he could handle the torment.

Jenny took another mouthful, savoring the rich flavors of the carbonara before finally speaking. “You must be starving, Timmy. It smells so good, doesn’t it?” She waved the forkful of pasta under his nose, and Timmy’s nostrils flared. He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving the food. The ropes around him seemed to tighten as she held the steaming noodles just out of his reach.

“But you’re all tied up and gagged. You can’t taste it can you?” she said with a giggle. She took another bite, her cheeks bulging as she chewed, watching him intently. Timmy felt his stomach twist in a mix of frustration and arousal. The gag in his mouth made it impossible for him to protest, but his eyes pleaded with her to let him taste the delicious meal.

Jenny leaned closer to him, the plate of pasta still in her hand. She held a strand of spaghetti up to his nose, allowing the scent to waft towards him. The smell was intoxicating, and Timmy’s eyes watered with desire. She watched his nose twitch and his cheeks hollow with each muffled whine, enjoying the power she had over him. “That gag must be so frustrating.” She cooed, “You’d love to taste this, wouldn’t you?”

She continued to eat her pasta in front if Timmy , her feet tickling his legs as she tormented him with the food that was within his reach, but impossible for him to reach. Jenny took a piece of spaghetti and waved it under Timmy’s nose, the warm scent of carbonara wafting towards him, making his mouth water uncontrollably. She knew how much he craved it, and she took a sadistic delight in watching his eyes follow the pasta as if it were the most tempting thing in the world.

“You know Timmy, I could just feed you. But it’s not quite as fun if you can’t beg for it properly, is it?” Jenny’s voice was light, playfully cruel. She took another bite, the chewing sounds loud in the otherwise silent kitchen.

Timmy’s eyes grew more desperate, and he nodded frantically. He knew what she wanted, what she liked from him in these moments. He had to play the game. With a whine muffled by the gag, he began to beg, his eyes never leaving the plate of spaghetti. His voice was incomprehensible, but the desperation in his eyes was clear.

Jenny set down her fork with a clink and leaned back in her chair, watching him with a knowing smile. She popped her feet up on the table, soles pointing to him, ankles crossed, wiggling her toes. She knew he was hers to command, and she enjoyed every second of it. The sight of his bound body, the way he squirmed in his seat, the way he begged her with his eyes - it was all part of the thrill. Yet again her conscious got to her. He was just a child. He had asked originally to be tied up, but each time she pushed him, tormented him, teased him, she wondered if she had gone to far. She stared into his eyes, looking for signs either of pleasure, or fear.

Timmy felt a strange mix of emotions. He was hungry, yes, but the way Jenny was teasing him, it was something else entirely. He felt alive, like every nerve in his body was on fire. The way she ate, so casually, so close to him, was driving him crazy. He nodded his head, begging her silently to feed him.

Jenny took a bite of her meal, chewing slowly and deliberately, watching Timmy’s desperate eyes. She knew he was begging to be untied, but she liked the power she had over him like this. After a few more bites, she finally set down her fork and took the gag from his mouth. “Alright, Timmy, you can have your dinner, but you have to ask nicely,” she said with a smirk.

Timmy’s voice was raspy from the gag, and he swallowed hard before speaking. “P-please, Jenny, can I have some food?” His eyes were pleading, and she couldn’t resist the sight of his hungry expression. She leaned over and picked up a piece of spaghetti with the same fork she had used, holding it to his mouth.

“Open wide,” she instructed, her voice filled with mirth. Timmy did as he was told, and she placed the pasta into his mouth. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he chewed and swallowed, his tongue flicking out to catch any sauce that dribbled down his chin. The feeling of being fed like a baby was oddly satisfying to him, and he found himself craving more.

Jenny took her time, feeding him piece by piece, making him beg for each bite. His eyes grew more desperate with each morsel she brought to his lips, his breath coming in short pants. The power dynamics between them were palpable, and Timmy felt a strange sense of relief in being under her control.

When the pasta was finished, she placed two bowls of ice cream on the table. One was a simple vanilla, for her, and the other was a triple scoop sundae with chocolate sauce, whipped cream, and a cherry on top, for Timmy. She licked her lips as she placed the bowls down, making sure his was just out of reach.

“Now, for dessert. You’ve been such a good boy, letting me feed you like that. But I think you’ve had enough fun for now. Don’t you?” Jenny said, her voice a mix of playfulness and control.

Timmy nodded, his eyes fixed on the sundae that was so close yet so far away. The coldness of the ice cream was a stark contrast to the heat of the kitchen, and his mouth watered at the thought of the sweet treat. He felt his wrists and ankles strain against the ropes as he leaned forward slightly, trying to reach it.

Jenny chuckled at his futile attempts. “Now, now, Timmy. You know the rules. You can’t have your dessert unless you ask nicely.” She took a spoonful of her vanilla ice cream and licked it slowly, her eyes never leaving his. The sound of the spoon scraping against the bowl was torturous to him, and he knew she was savoring every moment of his predicament.

Holding the spoon with the melting chocolate sundae, she hovered it just in front of his mouth. The coldness of the ice cream sent shivers down his spine, and his eyes widened in anticipation. “What’s the magic word?” she cooed, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Timmy whined, his mouth watering, and he tried to lean forward again. But the ropes held him in place, reminding him of his vulnerability. “Please, Jenny, I’ve been good. Can I have some ice cream?” he begged, his voice hoarse from the gag.

“Of course!” Said Jenny with a cheeky grin, and smeared the cold dessert over his cheek.

Timmy felt the coolness of the ice cream and chocolate sauce on his skin, and his eyes grew wide with shock. He could feel the sticky mess against his face, and he knew that Jenny wasn’t going to make this easy for him. He stuck his tongue out and licked the ice cream off his face.

Jenny giggled at his determination and held the spoon closer to his mouth. This time, she didn’t pull it away. The cold spoonful of chocolate heaven met his eager tongue, and he groaned with pleasure. The sweetness of the dessert washed over him, a stark contrast to the bitter taste of the ropes digging into his skin.

But Jenny wasn’t done teasing him yet. As he leaned in for another taste, she pulled the spoon back, holding it just above his mouth. Timmy’s eyes grew wide with frustration, and he whined, his bound body straining against the chair. She laughed and held the spoon closer, letting the ice cream dribble down the handle onto her hand before she smeared it on his nose.

Jenny watched as Timmy squirmed, his eyes never leaving the spoon. She knew he was desperate for the sweet treat, and she took pleasure in making him work for it. With a wicked smile, she placed the spoon in her own mouth and took a bite of his sundae, the chocolate sauce smearing her lips.

"Mm, it's so good," she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. "But you know the rules, Timmy. You have to be a good boy and ask nicely."

Jenny leaned in closer, her breath hot against his cheek as she held the spoonful of ice cream just out of reach. Timmy's eyes grew more desperate, his mouth watering as he watched the creamy dessert hover just before him. He nodded frantically, trying to convey his understanding without the use of words.

"Good boy," Jenny said, her voice a seductive whisper. She brought the spoon closer, the chocolate sauce threatening to drip onto his eager tongue. But as soon as he tried to lean in, she pulled it away again, the cold metal of the spoon grazing his nose. Timmy's eyes fluttered shut for a moment, a whine of frustration escaping him.

Jenny took pity on him and loosened the ropes around his arms and chest, allowing him to lean forward slightly. The ropes around his wrists and elbows remained tight, but the pressure on his chest lifted enough for him to breathe easier. “I think you can feed yourself.” She pushed the bowl towards him.

Timmy’s eyes lit up, and he eagerly leaned in, the ropes around his wrists straining against the chair. He took a tentative lick at the spoonful of ice cream hovering just above the bowl. The coldness hit him like a shock, but the sweetness quickly followed, making him crave more.

With renewed vigor, he stuck his face into the bowl, his tongue darting out to catch the dripping chocolate sauce and whipped cream. The coldness of the dessert contrasted with the heat of his face, and he couldn’t help but moan with pleasure as he devoured the sundae. The ropes around his wrists held firm, but he was able to maneuver the bowl closer with his nose, using his tongue to scoop up the deliciousness that awaited him.

Jenny watched with a smirk, enjoying the sight of Timmy in such a compromising position. She had never seen someone so eager for a simple bowl of ice cream, and the power she held over him was intoxicating. She took a bite of her own vanilla, her eyes never leaving his face as he licked and slurped away. The sound of his mouth on the bowl filled the room, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her chest.

When the last bit of the sundae was gone, Timmy sat back with a satisfied sigh, his face and chest smeared with chocolate and cream. Jenny leaned over and began to untie the ropes that held him to the chair, her movements methodical and precise. As each knot loosened, Timmy felt a mix of relief and disappointment. He had enjoyed their game, but now it was over.

"Alright, Timmy, time to get cleaned up and changed" Jenny said, her voice still playfully commanding. "We’ve got more games to play tonight." Timmy nodded, his eyes drooping slightly from the sugar rush. He felt the last rope come free, and his body slumped with the sudden release of tension.

Jenny led him to the bathroom, where she had already laid out a warm washcloth and a towel together with his bag with fresh clothes. She showed him how to use the shower then left him to it, returning downstairs to clear the kitchen.

Timmy stumbled to the shower, his legs feeling wobbly from the ropes and the excitement of the evening. The warm water cascading over him felt heavenly, washing away the stickiness of the ice cream and the sweat from his ordeal. He took his time, enjoying the feeling of the water pounding against his skin and the way it relaxed his muscles.

As he emerged from the bathroom, clean and dressed in a fresh T-shirt and jeans, he padded barefoot down the stairs to find Jenny lounging in the sitting room. She was still in vest top and baggy shorts, and her feet were propped up on the coffee table, a glass of wine in one hand and the TV remote in the other.

The sight of her bare feet on the table sent a thrill through Timmy’s body, and he felt his cheeks grow hot. He knew the weekend would be filled with more games like the one they just played, and the thought made his heart race. Jenny looked up from her wine as he entered the room, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Ready for the next part of the game kiddo?”

Oh wow that was amazing! Her teasing is out of this world. Love her teasing with the food as well. I hope they have a great weekend together! Well done writing this!

I love it haha. Hope he gets a hogtie and a cleave gag at some point, that would be awesome.

It’s so good, I‘m so excited for the next part

Oh to be a 10 year old again and have my very own Jenny to tie me up and be my personal tickling monster and I'm her tickle tackle buddy.

Everyone needs "A Tied Up Billy To Tickle Torment Billies' Tummy And Toes!!!!"

For a bowl of icecream, the Gods choosen food, Jenny could tie me up and tickle me all weekend just keep the icecream coming.

Great story, more chapters of "Tied Billie's Tummy and Toe Torments Tied To a Tree" please, so much fun to read pretending to be Billy.

A fine continuation! This is a great series.