Stories of Tie Up Games

Chapter 1:

As always, you've already said goodbye to your best friend Elisabeth at the bus stop. It's not because you don't like her, but because it's faster for you to take the short walk through the woods instead of taking the bus.

You're looking forward to seeing Elisabeth again tomorrow. Even though her parents have a lot more money than yours, she doesn't tease you about it. On the contrary: She's often helped you out financially when you couldn't afford the cafeteria or the school trip, for example. In return, you give her math tutors. And of course, you do a lot together outside of school, without talking about money. Today, for example, you want to go to the movies. But first, you both have the tedious daily routine of lunch and homework to do. But anticipation is, as we all know, the greatest joy.

You're so excited that you don't hear anyone following you. Suddenly, you get pushed from behind and fall to the ground. You barely manage to catch yourself with your hands, which are the only things that get a few scratches. I sit on your thighs, twist your arms behind your back, and tie your hands with your own blue and yellow tie, while my accomplice covers your mouth with his hand. Only very indistinct and muffled screams escape, only to be swallowed up by the nearest trees. The unpleasant smell of my accomplice's sweat fills your nose, and you fight the urge to vomit into his hand.

Your white knee socks, knotted together, are just the right length to securely hold my dirty handkerchief in your mouth. Now you're defenseless, and due to your lack of muscle mass, you have to allow us to lift you up and lead you deeper and deeper into the forest. After just a short time, your now bare feet and lower legs are completely dirty and scratched by branches, thorns, and dirt—and covered in painful blisters.

After a while, we reach a forest cabin where we sit you with your back to a table and tie your hands crosswise behind the table leg with your own tie. The table is so massive that you can't lift it to pull your hands out from under the leg. So you're stuck.

"Make yourself comfortable, Elisabeth—at least until your parents pay the ransom for you! $50,000 is a small sum for them, isn't it?" When you don't respond, my accomplice says to you, "Don't be so grumpy, Elisabeth! Laugh a little—we've just set up such a great 5-star hotel for you!"

With these words, he begins to tickle your bare, dirty soles. You can't suppress a loud laugh. "Well, that sounds much better! By the way, you can scream as much as you want, Elisabeth! No one can hear you here! But first, we have to restrain you more." You groan as we wrap the knee socks that were previously covering your mouth around your bare ankles and knot them tightly as well. "We'd love to chat with you some more, but your parents really want to know by when and how they have to hand over the money. We don't want to keep them waiting too long, do we? But first: Please smile, Elisabeth!" I say.

You close your eyes, dazzled, as the photo is taken. "Your parents will certainly be pleased, Elisabeth—but you could have looked a little friendlier! You'll be punished for this!" Luckily, your punishment 'only' consists of another round of foot tickling. Laughing, we both leave the hut, and all you hear is the massive bolt being pushed forward from outside.

You tug in vain at your restraints. So you have no choice but to wait until your parents somehow come up with some money. Maybe your girlfriend's parents can... Wait a minute! What did we call you? Elizabeth! Damn—we confused you with your girlfriend, and thought we kidnapped her!

Now you are in real trouble!


Part 2:

You're struggling violently in your bonds, but the knots are rock-solid. And the table leg, behind which your wrists are tied, is far too massive to even move—let alone lift. Slowly, you realize you're stuck here. Only I can free you—but whether that will be in hours or days, you don't know.

Your cries for help have long since died down—no one here can hear you anyway. It's probably better to conserve your strength and energy, especially since you're now completely frozen by the wind whistling through the cracks in the hut. Besides, you're tired and terribly thirsty. You try to at least rub your bare feet together to warm yourself, but your ankles are bound too tightly. And with your wrists tied behind the table leg, you can't even stand up. Your shoulders ache, but the table leg limits your range of motion to compensate for the pain.

On the one hand, you long for my return, because only I can provide relief for your body. But on the other, you're terrified. Because one day I'll realize that...
I've kidnapped the wrong girl. Especially the girl from an average-income family, whose parents won't be able to raise the required sum of $50,000! The thought of what I'll do to you and your girlfriend makes you sick.

Your head is racing. But when there's a knock on the door, your heart skips a beat in shock. You know: The moment of truth has arrived—with uncertain consequences! Or are you feeding me a lie—and if so, which one?

You see the door opening inch by inch. You have to decide—now!

Lovely continuation thank you.

Thanks for the compliment. But to determine the direction of the next chapter, you'd have to tell me whether you reveal your real identity and beg for your life—or whether you pretend to be your girlfriend and hope to somehow get away with it—or whether you reveal your real identity but, against your better knowing, claim to raise the money in a short amount of time.

I know, all three are very risky options for you—but which one do you choose, @Boundgirl09?

I plead that the6 have the wrong girl

I can work with that info.

Part 3:

Elisabeth - If you're honest, you don't really know her parents that well. You always met at your place because Elisabeth was embarrassed to live in such a luxurious home. She thought you only reduced her to her wealth. What nonsense! Elisabeth is a nice girl you enjoy spending time with, regardless of her financial situation.

But right now, Elisabeth isn't here and has no idea what an unpleasant situation her kidnapped and bound friend is in. Then you remember: Didn't she tell you that she's going on a cruise with her parents somewhere in the Indian Ocean for the next four weeks, and her parents insisted on being unavailable for all the charity events with their donation requests? That's why Elisabeth wasn't allowed to take a cell phone with her, and even if her parents paid the $50,000 ransom for you, the demand wouldn't reach her until she returned in four weeks! It's hard to imagine that I would feed you at great expense for four weeks – I'd rather...

You have no choice. Even though the truth also carries enormous risks, you have to speak it. Your voice trembles, and you don't dare look me in the eyes as you explain that you're not the rich girl I wanted to kidnap – but her 'poor' friend. By the time your confession is over, your heart is pounding and you're sweating like never before – how will I react? Will I shoot you right now, or will you be incredibly lucky and live?

When I untie you from the chair leg, stick the gun in your back, and lead you out of the cabin with your hands raised, you're relieved at first. You are sure I'll leave you tied to a tree somewhere in the woods, where your family can pick you up after an anonymous tip-off by phone, but I'll still have enough time to escape undetected. At this tree, naturally off the hiking trails, the sun and various insects will certainly be a real pain for you for a few hours, but the prospect of sleeping in your own bed tonight or tomorrow at the latest makes it all bearable.

Even the sharp branches and slippery leaves under your bare feet don't bother you much anymore. You even have to restrain yourself from whistling a happy tune, you're so relieved. But at least you can grin; I can't see that behind your back! With your hands still raised, you march deeper into the forest, guided by my weapon. And your friend Elisabeth is safe on the cruise ship for now until she returns in four weeks. By then, you and your parents will surely have found a solution for her permanent protection.

Whether all these hopes are justified, or if it's just the proverbial "silence before the storm," you'll find out in the next chapter—if you want and tell me how you liked this chapter, @Boundgirl09

It’s nice. I’m untied, not tied up. And I’m being made to walk barefoot AGAIN. Avon this board it’s a wonder I wear shoes and socks!

Your whining about - supposedly - always walking barefoot gives me an idea for

Chapter 4:

Your bare feet have endured the first sharp branches and pebbles on the forest path without complaint. But when a few particularly sharp-edged stones appear in front of us, you stop and look alternately at your bare feet, at the stones, and at the gun in my hand.

I wave the gun impatiently. You understand, carefully step onto the next pebble - and lose your balance. You just barely manage to break your fall with your hands - luckily your hands weren't tied at that moment! I yell at you not to simulate, but you snap back: "I'm not simulating. These stones are sharp and hurt like hell. Besides, it's almost impossible to keep my balance on this uneven path barefoot. I've had enough: Either I get shoes—or I won't take another step! If you have to shoot me for disobeying orders, that's still better than having crippled feet for life. And that's my final word! Do whatever you want with me."

You sit down right there and demonstratively cross your arms. I think about it—maybe it's better to accommodate you a little. Because then you'll be easier for me to deal with. "Fine, stand with your back to this tree for a moment, I'll be right back."

This time, you don't mind being tied to the tree barefoot at all. You cross your wrists behind your back before I can tell you to do so and even open your mouth voluntarily to receive the gag. The main thing is that your brave, abused, sore feet get some rest. Besides, you persuaded me to do something nice for you. Maybe you'll succeed in persuading me again later? In any case, at this very moment, you're happier than you've been in a long time.

But when I come back, your euphoria vanishes when you see what I'm holding: a pair of plush bear slippers, a pair of red high heels—and a pair of sneakers that seem at least three sizes too small.

Grinning, I look into your horrified face. He who laughs last, laughs best. "You have the choice—or would you rather go barefoot?"

Feedback and decision, @Boundgirl09.

Ok lets go for trainers too small so I beg to go barefoot, which is i guess what hiu want!

Can you read minds? I meant, of course: Your wish is my command, Princess!

Chapter 5:

Your choice was quite clear. The bear shoes are too childish for you, and you'd probably break your neck in the high heels you're completely unaccustomed to! But what about the sneakers? After all, your eyes can't measure shoe sizes that accurately. Maybe the sneakers are a bit bigger than they look? You tell me your choice. "Ah, our 'Comfort' model! A very good choice! The latest thing this year on the runways in Milan, Paris, and New York! Airy and light, with a very comfortable fit! Our customers are practically snatching them out of our hands!" I praise the old shoes to the skies.

Because of their obvious exaggeration, my words unintentionally make you laugh. And when I brush aside your concerns about the possibly small shoe size with the words, "This model always runs a bit large," your decision is made.

Sitting on the forest floor, you try to squeeze your bare feet into the shoes, but your toes are already painfully squashed. And your heel only finds space in the sneakers with great difficulty. But your heel is already chafed, and your toes are hurting more and more.

You want to switch to the plush bear slippers, which suddenly don't seem so childish anymore, but I say, "Since you've already tried on the other shoes, unfortunately you have to take these – after you've paid for them! Contaminated with your foot sweat, I can no longer sell the shoes to anyone else, which is why an exchange is out of the question!"

You sigh, "Then I'd rather go barefoot!" I reply with a grin, "Was that a request?"

You no longer have the strength to argue: I listen with a grin as you beg me to continue walking barefoot. After your repeated, increasingly pleading requests to be allowed to go barefoot, I grant your wish—after all, I am a gentleman. Relieved, you continue walking, again with your hands raised.

With, in your case, dirty, blistered soles, we finally reach our destination—a cabin in the woods.

The cabin is very spartanly furnished. A massive wooden table, two wooden chairs, and a bed protected by a mosquito net—that's all. But still—"it has a rustic charm!" you think, yawning. After such an 'eventful day,' all you want to do is go to bed! And when you even see the mattress and down comforter in the bed, you suddenly feel like you're in a five-star hotel!

I'm tired, too—time for bed! "Tomorrow will be a busy day for you!" I say. You take this announcement relatively calmly; you're far too tired. You want to crawl into bed, but I say, "Hey - the servants' room is down there!" I point to the floor. As I said, you're far too tired to argue. You lie down on the floor, and I tie your hands above your head to one leg of the bed. Then I tie your bare feet, your big toes, and your thighs together.

"I'll forgo a gag - I don't want you to accidentally suffocate tonight! No one can hear you out here anyway! But I need my sleep too, and I'll give you some good advice: I don't want to hear you screaming, mumbling, or snoring - or it will quickly become very uncomfortable for you. I'll wake you up at 4:00 a.m. tomorrow morning! Good night." With that, I lie down in the warm, soft, cozy bed.

You weren't expecting a Hilton Suite, but after just a few minutes, you're giving this "rustic sleeping place," despite its charm, a few negative stars: A cold wind whistles through the cracks and makes you shiver, especially on your bare feet. The "bed," or rather, the floor in your case, is hard and uncomfortable, and certain ropes prevent you from tossing and turning at night. On the other hand, you hear it every time I toss and turn, which also negatively affects the quality of your sleep. There are also vermin in the form of beetles, mosquitoes, and ants—which, without a protective net, can use you as a "highway with a free blood pump attached" all night long—and noise pollution in the form of your snoring roommate. And the evening buffet has somehow been canceled without replacement! There's also no way to wash off the day's sweat and clean your dirty feet. When was the last time you went to the bathroom? And when is the wake-up call supposed to come? At 4:00 a.m.????

All in all, it's probably not going to be a restful night for you.

Nevertheless: sweet dreams – and feedback, @Boundgirl09 !

Poor @Boundgirl09! She’s going to need a nice long foot massage by the time this ordeal is over. Fun story so far!

This probably sounds ungrateful but you are focussing on my feet and being dirty and uncomfortable on the floor. I want to read about being tied up.

I'll try in

Chapter 6

The next morning, neither of us slept a wink. I mostly because of the mosquitoes, you too – but besides, you woke up every time you tried in vain to turn over. Stupid restraints. And your bare feet are already cold.

You're hoping for a hot shower and a hearty breakfast – but instead of a breakfast board, you see the ropes in my hand...

I tie your hands together parallel in front of your body and throw the other end of the rope over a crossbeam under the roof. Since you're flexible, I also tie your elbows together as tightly as possible. Next, first your knees and then your ankles are tied together with shorter ropes. Ropes on your thumbs and big toes – pretty pink nail polish, by the way – complete the look perfectly.

When I also attach the free end of the rope to a hook in the wall, your arms are stretched high above your head – and the rope effectively prevents you from lowering them again. You stand in the middle of the room, like a platter, anxiously awaiting my next move.

But your fears seem unfounded: Once you're securely tied up, I prepare breakfast. The scent of freshly baked rolls and freshly brewed tea fills your nose and makes your mouth water. I top a roll with sausage and move it back and forth in front of your face.

You snap at the delicious treat like a dog, but bite into nothing. "Now, now, not so greedy!" I pull the sausage roll back a little – out of your reach – and say: "First, you apologize to me for snoring so loudly last night! And you promise to obey me unconditionally from now on. You can prove that right away by asking me to feed you – my little slave!"

You open your eyes wide – no one has ever told you that you snored! And you don't like lying! And you certainly don't want to be a slave, or be fed like a dog or a baby! On the other hand, the smell of the rolls makes your hunger rise to unpleasant heights... And with your hands tied above your head, there's not much you can do about it. Maybe you should give in after all and ask?

What do you decide? And I hope you like this chapter better than the last, @Boundgirl09...

Unfortunately, no response

Nevertheless, here comes Chapter 7:

Even though I'm merciful and let you sleep until 6:00 a.m.—two hours longer than promised—you answer my question about how your night was with a grumpy growl. Your muscles are sore all over, and every time you turn even the slightest, the ropes rudely wake you up.

You're also afraid of what I have planned for you today: Was yesterday just the calm before the storm? I hope not! On the other hand, you're still alive and physically unharmed. This reinforces your belief that you'll get out of here soon.

And the day starts more promisingly than you thought: I actually allow you to have a shower! I untie you, let you go into the room, and lock the massive wooden door from the outside. Since the room has no windows, you can't escape. Nevertheless, the opaque door still maintains your privacy. maintained at all times.

While I'm preparing breakfast, you look around your bathroom. "Hey, are you kidding me! There's no shower!" you call through the closed door. I grin to myself. "Yes, take a good look around! But first, please tie your wrists, ankles, and big toes with the cable ties lying on the floor. Trust is good, control is better."

You obey, tighten the last plastic strap around your wrists with your teeth, and continue looking around the small room. It's empty—except for a bucket of water in the corner. You test the water temperature with your elbow—ice cold.

"Just knock three times when you're done, and I'll throw in some clean clothes. But don't dawdle!" I call through the closed door as I continue preparing breakfast.

You stand there hesitantly. Would you rather skip the shower under these circumstances? Or would you wash yourself and knock on the door as agreed? Or would you do nothing and try to overpower me somehow as soon as I open the door?

Probably was in cold water, ghe essentials anyway. Have i just tied myself ip naked before washing?

Boundgirl09 wrote: 4 days ago Probably was in cold water, ghe essentials anyway. Have i just tied myself ip naked before washing?

Don't panic - no one can see you in the shower stall. And when you're finished showering...

- You could ask me to throw something in so you can cut the cable ties on your hands and give you something to put on - but are you able to phrase this request politely?

- Or you could ask me to turn around and use the opportunity to run away - but can you hop fast enough with your feet tied? Or do I catch you immediately with a large blanket I throw over you?

- Or there's already a large bath towel hanging in the shower stall that you can wrap yourself in even with your hands tied until I find something else for you to wear.

Thats all how I'll make sure no one - not even me - sees you like this unless you specifically request it. I promise.

So - which of the three options do you choose, @Boundgirl09?

I”d probably try to escape, so c