Stories of Tie Up Games

Inspired by @boundgirl09

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Amy peered out of her bedroom window, watching the raindrops hammer in a frenzied attack on the glass pane. The dreary November sky loomed above, a canvas of greys that mirrored her mood. She was fourteen and had no interest in facing the day ahead. The mere thought of double maths and PE brought a shiver down her spine, despite the warmth of her cozy pajamas.

Julie, her mother, bustled into the room with a cup of hot chocolate, the steam rising like a silent question. "Amy, honey, you know you can't miss school on a day like this," she said, placing the cup on the nightstand. Her voice was tired, yet held a hint of amusement.

Amy turned to look at her, eyes pleading. "But, Mom, I'll just be miserable all day," she protested. "Can't I just stay home?"

Julie sighed, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. She knew her daughter's aversion to school on such days was more about comfort than health. "Alright, but if you're going to play hooky, you're going to have to follow the rules," she said with a playful edge to her voice. "You're going to spend the entire day tied up and gagged. It's the only way I can be sure you won't go watching youtube and tick-tock all day.”

Amy's eyes widened, a spark of excitement flickering within the depths of her pupils. It was an odd request, but she knew her mother had a quirky sense of humor. Besides, the idea of a day spent in captivity, even if self-imposed, had a certain appeal. She nodded solemnly. "Okay, Mom. I'll stay put."

“Oh. And you must wear full school uniform!”

Amy’s excitement faded slightly. The thought of wearing her stiff skirt and crested blazer all day was less appealing than she’d hoped, but she wasn’t about to let that ruin her day off. She nodded again, more hesitant this time. “Okay, Mom. I’ll get dressed now.”

Tenty minutes later the phinecall to,school with fabrvated illness was made and Amy stood before her mother in her whutebblouse, rec tie, navyblue blazer and skirt with thigh length long black socks. Only her school shoes were missing, her mum’s one allowance for comfort.

“Have youmbeen to,the bathroom?” He mum julie asked, fressed for a day wiekinhnfrom home, smart white blouse and nevk scarf for tye Zoom calls, on top of baggy grey joggers and bare feet.

‘Yes mum.” Amy replied.

“OK. Lets get started.” Julie held up a length of coarse hemp. “Hands behind your back sweetie.”

Amy felt the roughness of the rope as it coiled around her wrists, tightening gently but firmly. Her mother had clearly done this before. She had a strange feeling of anticipation as she felt the rope dig into her skin, not painfully but enough to remind her she was bound. She winced slightly as the knot was pulled tight, but the discomfort was quickly overshadowed by a surprising thrill of excitement. Julie then proceeded to bind Amy’s elbows together, her movements swift and precise. Each loop of the hemp sent a shiver through the teenager's body, the tension building in a way that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. The fabric of her blazer bunched up slightly, but she didn't protest; she knew it was part of the game. The rain outside had turned into a steady rhythm, a drumbeat accompanying her descent into this peculiar form of captivity.

Julie's eyes met Amy's in the mirror. She could see the mix of apprehension and excitement in her daughter's gaze. "Ready for more?" she asked, her tone playful yet serious. Amy nodded, the knot in her stomach tightening. Her mother then began wrapping the rope around her chest, cinching it snugly but not too tightly. It was a strange sensation, feeling her body being compressed, her breaths shallower and more deliberate. She watched as her reflection grew smaller, the ropes forming an intricate pattern across her school shirt. The material of the blazer stretched tautly over her chest, emphasizing the contours of her growing body. Despite the discomfort, she felt a peculiar sense of satisfaction in her predicament.

Next, her mother bent her knees and tied her legs together at the ankles, ensuring the knot was secure with a couple of tugs. Amy felt a momentary panic as her legs were rendered immobile, but it quickly gave way to a sense of vulnerability that she found strangely liberating. Julie continued her work, looping the rope around her thighs and cinching it tightly. The skirt of her uniform was now rucked up, revealing the bare skin of her upper legs and the edge of her longbsocks. She felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but the warmth of the room and the rush of adrenaline made it feel like a small price to pay for the thrill of the situation as Julie biund her above and below,her knees.

"Any last words, kiddo?" Julie asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she held up the red scarf. The sight of it made Amy's heart race. She nodded, not trusting her voice. She knew once that cloth was in her mouth, she'd be fully committed to this game of captivity.

Julie leaned in, her eyes dancing with mischief as she pushed a balled-up scarf into Amy's mouth. The fabric tasted faintly of laundry detergent, the softness muffling any sound she might make. Next, she tied a second scarf, this one black, around Amy's head, threading it through her teeth to keep the gag firmly in place. The knot at the back of her head felt snug but not painful. She tried to protest, but her muffled noises only served to entertain her mother further.

Julie then pulled a crisp white handkerchief from her pocket and folded it into a neat square. She held it up with a dramatic flourish, then pressed it against Amy's mouth. The cool fabric felt surprisingly comforting against her flushed cheeks. With a deft movement, she tied the ends behind Amy's neck, effectively silencing her daughter. The handkerchief looked almost elegant, framing her mouth like a tiny pillow. It was a stark contrast to the harsh, functional ropes that bound her body. Finally she tied a second white hankerchief overvthe girl’s eyes blindfolding her before setting iff for the kitchen to make herself a cup,of coffee befire logging on and staring at spreadsheets.

The house grew quiet, the only sounds the tick of the clock in the hall and the persistent patter of rain outside. Amy's senses heightened, she became acutely aware of the ropes against her skin and the sound of her own breathing. The fabric of the gag was damp from her breath, and she felt a droplet of saliva from her drool seep through the fabric, tracing a cool path down her neck. She tested the bonds, trying to move her limbs, but the ropes held firm. The struggle only served to tighten her bonds and heighten her excitement.

Julie returned with her coffee, the aroma wafting through the air, mingling with the faint scent of the damp fabric. She took a sip, watching Amy with a curious expression. "Remember the rules," she said, her voice muffled by the fabric. "No noise, no escape attempts. You're in for the long haul."

Amy nodded, the handkerchief gagging her effectively. She felt the pressure of the knots around her wrists and legs, the tightness of the ropes around her chest and thighs, and the weight of the blindfold over her eyes. The initial thrill of the situation had given way to a growing sense of unease, but she remained resolute. This was her choice, after all.

“One last thing.” Julie eased some foam plugs into,her daughters ears muffling the world outside as she flipped the lid of her laptop up.

Amy felt the soft foam press into her ears, and the sudden muffled silence was like a cushion of solitude around her. The world outside her own thoughts had been silenced, leaving only the intimate sounds of her own breathing and the rain's serenade.

She tested the restraint, she stretched her legs, wiggled her toes and fingers. Julie had done a good job. The ropes were tight and secure, but not uncomfortable. It was like being in a big hug. Her arms were secure behind her back but there was no discomfort in her shoulders. Her finger coild move fully but there was no knit within reach. She settled down on the sofa and realised suddenly with the ear olugs in she could not even hear the tick of the clock. She had no sense of the passage of time.

Time! Jow lomg was mum going to keep her tied jp. All daynshe’d said. Shed started to tie her up aboit the time she nirmally left for school, 8am. And she usually left school about 3pm. Hime around 3.30. Oh my god. Seven and a half hours! Surely jer mum wasn’t serious.

Nice story @Sian91 Could do with a spell check though

After half an hour Julie stretched her legs, wiggled her toes and stood up, walking over to check on Amy. She looked so peaceful and serene tied up on the sofa that she almost felt guilty for her earlier teasing. “Alright, let’s see how you’re doing,” she said, her voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She approached and carefully ran her fingers over her daughter’s socked feet.

Amy jolted at the touch, her heart racing beneath the layers of ropes. She had been lost in a mix of anxiety and excitement, the silence playing tricks on her. She hadn't heard her mother approach (ear plugs and bare feet on carpet). The sensation of her mother's fingertips on her feet was initially a shock, but surprisingly comforting, grounding her in reality.

Julie felt a twinge of concern, seeing her daughter's flushed face. She leaned down, her voice close to Amy's ear. "You okay?"

The muffled question barely registered through the foam plugs, but Amy nodded vigorously, trying to convey her comfort. The truth was, she felt a mix of fear and excitement that she hadn't anticipated. The bound teenager shifted slightly, the ropes cutting into her skin just enough to keep her acutely aware of her restrained state. The silence had become a cocoon, wrapping around her like the very bonds that held her in place.

Julie, seemingly satisfied with Amy's non-verbal response, retreated to the kitchen to tackle the mountain of laundry that had amassed over the weekend. The gentle hum of the washing machine and the occasional clink of a spoon against a mug were the only sounds that pierced the quietude of the house. Amy's mind wandered, imagining scenarios of rescue or discovery that grew increasingly far-fetched with each passing moment. Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother coming closer again.

The muffled sounds remained hidden from her, as her mother made the familiar work siunds: the shuffling of paperwork, the soft tap of her fingers on the keyboard. The plugs in her ears had become a strange buffer, allowing only the most insistent sounds to penetrate her cocoon of silence. She heard the squeak of the office chair, the faint murmur of a Zoom call, and the occasional chime of an incoming email. The isolation was both terrifying and exhilarating, a stark reminder of her vulnerability yet a thrilling escape from the mundane.

As the minutes turned to hours, the noises grew distant, a gentle lullaby to her racing thoughts. The rain outside had turned into a soft whisper, a gentle backdrop to her solitary confinement, almost like shite noise adding to her deafness. Amy's mind drifted, exploring the sensations of being bound and blindfolded. The ropes felt like a second skin, a constant reminder of her powerlessness and yet, a peculiar comfort. The fabric of the gag was sodden now, but she didn't want it removed. It was a barrier to the outside world, a silent guardian of her secret adventure.

Her thoughts grew more vivid, conjuring images of herself in various tied-up predicaments: trapped in the school library, her wrists bound to the chair as she struggled silently during detention; caught by a masked intruder in their home, her ankles and wrists secured to the bedpost with her own necktie; even a dramatic scene of being held captive in a dank dungeon, the clink of chains echoing around her. Each scenario played out in her mind, the thrill of danger and helplessness coursing through her veins. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath quickening, but she knew she was safe, nestled in the familiar embrace of her living room sofa. Half asleep half awake she began to thrash around, she was sent by her mother to a strange dictor, who tied her up in a strsight jacket, bound her legs together with straps, put a nood kver her head with no eye, mouth or ear holes.

In one particularly vivid daydream, she was a damsel in distress, her hands bound behind her back with the very same ropes that now held her in place. A knight in shining armor burst through the door, his eyes wide with shock and concern upon seeing her plight. He rushed over, his sword clattering to the ground as he began to work at her bonds, his strong, gentle hands moving with urgency. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he worked, his touch sending shivers down her spine. But it was only a dream, and the sound of her mother’s voice brought her back to reality with a jolt.

"I said no escape attempts," Julie reminded her, a hint of amusement in her tone. She had noticed Amy's struggle and had come to check on her. "Are you okay?" she asked, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Amy nodded, her heart racing. The reality of her situation had hit her like a surprise splash of cold water, but she didn't want to admit it. She took a deep breath, inhaling the faint scent of her mother’s perfume. "Yeah, I'm fine," she mumbled around the gag, her voice barely audible even to herself.

Julie studied her for a moment, her expression unreadable. "I think it's time we up the ante," she said with a wry smile. She disappeared into the hall closet, returning with more rope. Amy felt a new thrill of fear mixed with anticipation.

Her mother knelt beside her, looping the rope under her arms and around her elbows, then threaded it over her shoulder blades. The hemp was rough, but she felt a strange comfort in its embrace. With a deft motion, Julie pulled the rope around her ankles, which were still bound together, and began to pull it taut. The tension grew, the ropes tightening, lifting her slightly off the sofa. Amy gasped around her gag, feeling the weight shift in her body as she was hogtied, her knees bent and her feet brought closer to her butt. The new position was more uncomfortable than she had expected, but she didn't protest. Instead, she felt a rush of excitement as the ropes held her in place, even more immobile than before.

Julie worked with the precision of an artist, the rope sliding over Amy's skin with the ease of a snake. Each loop and knot was calculated, each pull deliberate. The tension grew, the rope cutting into her flesh in a way that was not painful but both strict and exhilarating. Amy felt the blood rush to her face, her heart racing. The pressure on her chest made it harder to breathe, but she didn't dare to struggle. She was trapped, utterly and completely at her mother's mercy.

With a final tug, Julie secured the knot, and Amy felt her body being pulled taut. The ropes around her ankles and elbows met in a harsh embrace, the tension pulling her heels closer to her bum. She was hogtied, a human pretzel on the sofa. The fabric of the scarf was sticky with her saliva, but she didn't care. The thrill of being so utterly helpless was intoxicating, her mind racing with thoughts of what might come next.

“OK kiddo.” Her morher said next to her ear. “One more zoom call then lunch.”

Good story

Can’t wait for the next part!