Stories of Tie Up Games

How cool it was having a few days off with rest as the only purpose. Alone unfortunately: my wife Sophie was still to go work every day but we might get kinky, I hoped so. Yeah, hard work, business trip and so on, it's been weeks that we didn't tie each other. Not that none of us was insterested but... For instance, on last wednesday, she did suggest it, I mean asking me to get a few ropes, no, a lot of rope, and gags, she needed to be tied she said, opening my pants and starting wanking me. But before I could tell her how tight I'd tie her up, the doorbell rang and we had to let this god damned neighbours in. That was a good evening, we love them, but not exactly what I expected.

So, two days ago, I still had this stuff in mind to the point I though about tying myself. I've read so many stories on here about selfbondage. Why not trying?

I'm definitely not an expert into selfbondage and could rely only on my readings though the idea of being stuck and caught was exciting. Just the idea. I didn't really want Sophie to find me bound and gagged, what would she think? how would she react? Excited? Upset?

That's why I choose ropes and tape. I felt really excited and not sure I'd be able to unlock some cuffs by myself, especially if my hands were cuffed behind my back. Ropes and scissors left around seemed nice and safe. So I got to the laundry basket to pick up a pantyhose and two panties. There were only two, white ones that smelled really strong. Then heading to my bedroom, I picked up a pair of dish gloves, green ones, heavy rubber.

There, I stripped naked before I put on the largest panties and the pantyhose. I was hard, very hard. Then I balled up the other panties and pushed them into my mouth. They tasted as strong as they smelled. I cut a few pieces of tape, five or six, and applied them over my mouth making the best gag I could expect.

Next I tied my legs with ropes, ankles first, below and above my knees and last one cross my thighs. Each time I tied a knot I got more and more excited and I said to myself "be careful not going too far", so I decided to simply make a slipknot with the last rope and tie the rope's ends to the bed head. I put the gloves on, laid on the bed, passed my wrists into the slipknot and pulled until the were tightly tied. Oh, my! There I was, dressed, bound and gagged. And excited. I closed my eyes, next time I'd add a blindfold and probably secure my legs to the bed end. My arms were above my head; I could move them down but not enough to reach my cock but I could roll on my belly so that I could rub my cock on the sheet, not to fast or I would cum immediately, to keep me excited.

I stayed there for 15-20 minutes I think, imagining Sophie has tied me up there with no escape option, listening to every sound inside and outside the house, thinking she would arrive much earlier than expected and find me. The sound of any car door slamming was terrifying. I screamed through the gag, begging someone to help me, no one came. Neighbours for sure. And in the end, I was in the urge to cum, untied the rope at the bed head, slipped my tied and gloved hands into the panties I was wearing and made me cum.

I'd say the timing was perfect, just had time to untie myself completely, remove my gag and put on my pants and a t-shirt when I heard my phone. Gosh! Three text messages! Hopefully nothing important but the last one, Sophie expecting to be back at 7 PM only, to which I just answered "Pizza?"

Actually she arrived a bit earlier but no more than 15 minutes. With the pizza, tired and complaining about some colleagues and some students, without asking me how was my day. Secretly I was thinking I could answer: very good day, dressed in your undies before someone tied me and left me bound and gagged on the bed a pretty long time before this person gave me a handjob! wbu?

Next day, she had already left when I woke up. There was a quick note on the fridge: "Meeting from 1 to 4 PM. Back at 5 PM". I know, I should have been disappointed but to be honest yet I was thinking about another session, just needed to set up the thing. Then I spent one hour or so trying to make efficient rope cuffs, I mean, efficient enough to let me feel helpless like if Sophie had tied me up, but something I could undo in the end.

Hesitating though. Cuffs would give me that delicious feeling I can't escape, helpless, stucked, but I needed to train before that. So I spend an hour or so trying, blindfold on, putting my hands behind my back with just one cuff locked on one wrist, trying to get the key and unlock it. Doable I thought. But still I wasn't ready to go for it. Eventually I decided to use the ropes.

Around 1 PM, in my mind Sophie would be in her meeting, I started prepare eveything, the ropes of course, tape, the pantyhose and dirty panties I've used the day before, and I spread a large plastic sheet I kept in the garage, black one, in the middle of the living room. I stripped in front of the mirror then put on the panties, large ones, and wrapped six or seven layers of tape around my waist at the edge of the panties, making sure it could not go down. Then I balled up the pantyhose and stuffed it into my mouth until I could close my lips and secured my gag wrapping some tape all around my head, four times, or five may be.

Looking at me in the mirror, I felt a bit of everything, stupid, crazy, humiliated and so many things. But so excited also, rubbing my cock through the panties, that I could have cum immediately.

So I sat on the plastic sheet and started tying my legs: one rope for my ankles, keeping a long slack to make a slipknot, one rope for my knees, tied right under and cinched between them, another one for my thighs. Then I put on the sleeping mask as a blindfold and lay on my belly, lifted my feet up until I could grab the slipknot, passed my wrists through it carefully and started to pull on both my wrists and ankles, so the knot tightened around my wrists.

There I was: hogtied, gagged and blindfolded. Excited. Very much. The hogtie wasn't very strict, I would have preferred something really tight like Sophie does, when my hands are almost touching my feet but... well, I felt good anyway. Starting wiggling, rolling on my side then back up, moaning through my gag, as loud as I could. Oh, my! Look at this lovely little worm bound and gagged! And slowly moving my hips so my cock was kept erect. Twice, I felt I was about to cum so I stopped moving. I wanted to enjoy a bit more, my legs securely tied, my wrists aching, the sweet taste of the pantyhose in my mouth, etc.

Then I restarted rubbing my cock by moving my hips, and let me cum, which did not take a long time. For a while, I felt stupid, feeling the soaked panties full of my cum my heart racing and my mouth full of drool, but to be honest that was so good. Didn't know what time it was, for sure time to release myself. I started to panic for a few seconds when I thought I have forgotten to leave scissors around. But I smoothly pulling on my wrists, the slipknot got loose easily and I managed to get free. Completely. Or almost: I keep the dirty panties on me after removing the gag and the blindfold while cleaning putting away my stuff.

It was almost 4 PM. 4 PM! Wow!

I sat on the sofa and waited for Sophie. 5 PM, 6 PM, 6:30 PM, still not there. She only arrived at 7 PM, exhausted, angry, fell on the sofa next to me, gave me a kiss and asked:

- So, had fun today, honey?

Yeah, a lot of fun, I thought but nothing I wanted to tell her.

- Not exactly "fun" but not a bad day. Wbu?

She moved back:

- Are you kidding? Did you really see me?

Upset, she was. So I just put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead to let her calm down.

Very hot! Thanks for sharing

Here is the end of this story...


I was definitely in a kinky mood but considering how nervous and tired she was, that was not a good evening to play anything. So I let it go and we spent a quiet moment together, resting and watching television before we sleep. I knew the next day would be a tough one for her.

She woke up early as usual, trying to not to wake me up. Except some kind of pinging sound that I heard and someone rummaging through the bedroom closet in the middle of my dream. But then I fell asleep again.

Later, awake and in a good mood, I woke up and found not a quick note but a sheet of paper, on floor, which I started to read:

It seems you got kinky all alone this week and I was not available for you in the evening. I'm sorry for that and I'm going to make up for my mistake. Today. Back at 4 PM. I have prepared something a bit weird for you and I wish I can find you ready, dressed, blindfolded, tied and waiting. XoXo

Damned! How did she know? What did she know exactly? I was embarrassed, puzzled, well, a bit of everything. I got downstairs and found a wooden chair placed in the middle of the living room with her silk sleep mask and our steel cuffs standing on it, and two ropes on the floor next to the chair legs. And her shiny silver nightie was resting on the back of the chair.

I started to read her message again, checking every word she had written. Dressed, blindfolded, tied and waiting. I noticed the key to the handcuffs was missing, it's usually available when we use them, which meant I'd be stuck. And... Gosh! It was only 9:40 AM.

I spent the day looking at that chair and stuff every time I walked through the living room, sometimes excited, sometimes ashamed and wondering if she really knew I tied myself up the days before. Did she find her panties soaked? Or her pantyhose?

She did not call at noon. And at 3:30 PM I was to decide what to do. My heart started racing.

I went to the bedroom to undress the got down to the living room naked and put her nightie on and sat on the chair. Then I started tying my ankles to the chair legs, wrapping each rope around several times, nice and snug. After the second one was tied, I sat up straight and felt my cock erect, put the sleep mask on my eyes and closed one cuff on my left wrist. Then I passed my arms behind the back of the chair and... Last chance, I thought. No key, no escape. Would it be cheating waiting for some noise outside and only lock the cuffs at this last minute? Or should I live it 100%?

So, I passed the cuff through the vertical bars of the back of the chair and locked it on my right wrist. There I was, tied up and blindfolded as she wanted. Alone. Starting to wait.

It seemed long, very long. I had no idea what time it was. What if she her car broke down on the way home? What if she was delayed by a colleague or any meeting? I tried to stay calm as much as I could.

Until I heard the door opening and some heels knocking on the floor, getting closer and turning around me. I felt one hand going over my arms, moving to my chest then my shoulders while she handgagged me with the other one. I was breathing heavily.

- Good boy, she said.

Then her free hand moved down and grabbed my cock and started rubbing it. I mumbled and wiggled a bit.

- No move, boy, and no word. Understood?

I nodded. She removed her hand from my mouth and kissed me long, still rubbing my cock then left for a few minutes. Oh my! I wanted her so bad that it was getting incomfortable. My cock hard like a rock and...

Then I felt her in front of me, she grabbed it and guided it to her wet pussy until she fully sat over my legs, riding me, shaking her hips smoothly. So good that I sighed. She shortly kissed me again. Then I heard the sound of tape and soon I was gagged with a large piece applied over my mouth from one cheek to the other. And she kept moving her hips slowly.

Not exactly the speed I'd wanted but good enough to please me. And her. Still blindfolded I could only listen to her moans, there she was ready to come and I was too.

- Don't cum. Don't. Before I say so. Got it?

- MMmmm...

- Or I'll keep to bound and gagged till night.

And I nodded, trying not to come. The handcuffs were now hurting my wrists,my ankles hurt too, and I was so aroused. Then she came. Loudly. And got up in a rush, out of breath, and said:

- Good boy. Such a lovely boy. Bound and gagged.

- MMmmphphph...

- And blindfolded, you're right.

That was nothing to do with anything I wanted to say actually. And I felt a piece of cloth sliding over my cock several times, some kind of scarf I supposed, then her hand grabbing it while she seemed to kneel between my legs. And she started stroking it slowly, wanking me smoothly. As she was doing, I was pulling on my cuffed wrists and mumbling louder until she ripped my gag off. I was so close to come, she knew it, my breath was almost cut. Then I felt the load exploding while she continued stroking my cock through the scarf that got soaked.

- Good boy...

She stopped and stood up, while finishing wiping my cock with the scarf. I was exhausted and expecting to be untied quickly but she wasn't. What was she...?

- Now open your mouth.

She was behind me.

- Wha...mmMMMmmphphfff!!!

It seemed she had balled up the soaked scarf, now she was pushing it through my lips and I could not resist, feeling the taste of my own cum, until it was filling my mouth. As she finished I tried to protest; she just pressed her hand over so I couldn't even try to spit it out. And soon she started to wrap some tape all around my head, two times, three times, four, until I was strictly gagged again.

- MMMmmmmphphphffff!

I wiggled. That wasn't fair but obviously she didn't care and started taping me a bit more, wrapping layers of tape around my belly, the back of the chair and over my cuffed wrists, then did about the same around my chest and upper arms.

And finally she sat again across my legs and softly removed the blindfold, holding my head between her hands, starting to kiss my mouth through the tape gag, even licking it. She was only wearing a white blouse, her skirt and shoes were lying somewhere on the floor.

- I love you, she said.

And left me there for half and hour while she was having a shower.

FAN-TASTIC story, what a way to tell it, I'm on the edge of my seat.

I'm so happy for you two having found each other, more days like these for you!