Stories of Tie Up Games

“Come on, Wretch, you should be used to this by now. Get a move on and stop all that stumbling. One more trip and I’ll let you fall.”

“Nggghhh, ngeee!”

“It’s no use pleading, you have to learn. Now move it.”

Charlie was not having a good afternoon – or was he? Camelia had him exactly as she liked him – and not for the first time. It’s just that sometimes Charlie still got a touch of the willies when he was completely unable to see as his mistress was dragging him forwards so rapidly – especially when he couldn’t use his arms to protect himself from any falls.

For his nineteenth birthday treat, Cam had let him have his evil way with her for the first time, although she was very careful not to let him get his end way every time they had walked out since – but she always managed to let him live in hope. She was what you might call a tease. And Chrlie loved her very much.

So mean calling the poor guy wretch when he's all blind and hasn't the use of his arms . Seems like these two have an interesting relationship!

I would have thought he was fairly wretched myself.
Thanks for the encouraging response.

Obviously not a favourite with readers.

Should I
1) just forget this one?
2) post longer chapters?
3) take the whole thing down?

Oh well, here's the next part. I look forward to receiving your suggestions

Our lovers were going for a walk. Charlie had no idea where they were going – after all, he wouldn’t have, would he. Camelia has chosen the venue carefully. It was an enclosed piece of land owned by her uncle Faisal and no one was likely to be there other than them. For a relatively small estate, there was a variety of terrains, vegetation and paths and even a fair-sized lake at the bottom of a natural bowl. With the luxurious summer house, this place had everything she could want – and even somethings that Charle might appreciate.

The leather harness kept Charlie’s forearms arms raised to the horizontal behind his back and his biceps pulled somewhat backwards and towards each other so that he could not slip his wrists free from the short sleeve that was securing them to the rest of the device. Nothing was too good for her man and Cam had bought some of the best gear available for his comfort – and she knew that she could leave him in that thing for hours without damaging her precious toy-boy.

“Nhhuuuh ngoww, ngeee!”

“What was that: speed up, please, Mistress?”

“Ngaaah, ngahh, ngee.” Charlie couldn’t even shake his head to any extent to emphasize that that was not his preference.

Poor Charlie, can't even speak proper GAGGISH he is so enthralled with his mistress leading him blindfolded and bound in harnesses to her secret DENS OF INIQUITY.

Iniquity?? I'd have you know that Camelia is a very respectable young lady. Now secrect, that's an entirely different matter.

Thanks for replying, @Red86 and @WhereAmI.
I shall continue the first chapters of the story until it comes to a natural break unless there is interest in knowing what happened afterwards - or even before.

Camelia was a tall, athletic young woman of mixed heritage who stood a good head taller than her slave and admirer. He was a bit of a short-arse with a slight build but was very fit. His square pecs were forced forward by the harness and his neat abs were attractively displayed as he struggled to make progress. Camelia loved the way her little choir-boy looked, even if he was no longer quite so cute as he had been when they started going out together about three years previously. He still had that flossy, blonde hair, very little of which adorned his chest. Those white, five-centimetre speedos, however, displayed a fair hedge of curls above the extended waistband that Charlie was in no position to adjust.

The walkers’ progress was not helped by the padded leather blindfold that Charlie had been made to wear since before they had left Cam’s place but at least he knew the layout of her house. He had been in that situation so often that he could leave her room and navigate the stairs with little difficulty and even get out to her estate car without stumbling too often. Out of consideration for his safety, though, Camelia made sure to keep a firm grip on the lead that was attached to that rather demanding posture collar.

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“Ng ih nguuu ooo, ngiweff.”

“No, not good enough. Faster!”

“Ngaaah, ngahh, ngee.” Readers might get used to hearing that plea.

Faster Boy Faster and speak Gaggish not English.

Great story with chapter lengths my old can comprehend.

Thanks for that, @WhereAmI I thought that might have been what was putting people off.

I’m loving the reverse flow of this tale!

Seems like a freeze frame moment for blind Charlie of “you’re probably wondering how I got into this mess…”.

Length is nice too, getting little clues like breadcrumbs to figure out mysterious Camelia.

Thank you, @tapedup2. That is most encouraging.