Stories of Tie Up Games

Bit of a slow burner this one, Ladies and Gentlemen. I mean there's no actual bondage during this first part.





I’ll never forget the elation I felt, when before I’d yet reached my twenty-fifth birthday, I managed to climb aboard the ‘property ladder’ and make my first purchase within it. I’d worked so hard for this, and it wasn’t a leasehold flat, but a full freehold house. Yes, admittedly it was a small two-bedroomed terrace affair, but it was more than enough for the single me, and it was ALL mine, allowing for the fact that I’d have to repay the mortgage I’d been forced to borrow in order to buy it, of course. But I could comfortably afford those repayments.

So, in some ways my life was coming along very nicely, thank you very much. I’d worked damn hard at both school and university, obtaining for myself employment with very good future prospects, ones that I more than made the requisite effort to realise.

But then, as if to introduce a sense of ‘balance’ here, as if to add some ‘yin’ to counter the ‘yan,’ not every aspect of my life was so idyllic. Especially my love life, you’ll notice that all the above description of just what was going so well for me makes no mention of any Lady partner at all. Because there wasn’t one. And no immediate prospect of finding one.

For, you see, although when it came to my job, and work in general, my self-confidence was sky-high, those accomplished levels of such completely dis-appeared when it came to the small matter of the opposite sex. In fact, I was still, very much, a virgin, having not yet tasted the full ‘pleasures of the flesh.’ I’d been one of those ‘nerdy kids’ at school and carried on through my higher education days in the same manner, concentrating far more upon my studies, and so I became one of the few students who didn’t end up in bed with anyone throughout those years. But never mind, I told myself, sooner or later, a girl who now wished to settle down would realise that she required a man who could offer her some security in life. Owning my own home, wouldn’t I then be an ideal candidate? At least that’s what I managed to fool myself into believing.

In the meantime, there was the internet and the huge number of porn sites available, some of them dodgy admittedly, but most quite safe, from that point of view. Obviously, I knew my way around a computer and soon began to differentiate the ‘wheat from the chaff’ as it were, and my viewing began to establish some of my own sexual preferences.

Like I clearly had developed an appetite for what is known as ‘Femdom,’ short for female domination, where, in the bedroom at least, the woman is very much the one in charge. And another taste I acquired from these days, an appreciation of lingerie, beautiful items of female underwear, such as skimpy panties, lovely shapely bras, if not strictly necessary when a Lady was adorned in a sexy basque instead, and of course, stockings and suspenders.

I had just moved in and was possibly still in the process of settling down at home, when a large ‘for sale’ sign emerged in the small front garden of the house next door, it was nothing to do with me, honest! No, the young couple who lived there had received two very welcome pieces of news, almost simultaneously. Firstly, he had received a major promotion and salary increase at work, just as well, as at sometime within the next nine months, two would become three! They had decided that they therefore needed a slightly bigger house.

Incidentally my own property didn’t feature any front garden at all, one of the previous owners had tarmacked it over, creating an ‘off road’ space in which I could park my car. Didn’t half make a difference to my motor insurance premiums, much appreciated at such a young age!

In a very short space of time, a matter of only a few weeks, that ‘for sale’ sign became replaced by one simply stating ‘sold’ on it. Not long afterwards the couple, destined to become a family left and the new owner moved in. Just who was my new next-door neighbour or maybe neighbours?

A single Lady who was quite older than me, having just turned forty years of age. And just recently divorced as I soon leant, her share of the proceeds from the sale of her, considerably larger martial home, enabling her to purchase this much smaller dwelling outright, without the need to take on any debt in the form of a mortgage. So, what was she like?

Very friendly, I soon pleasantly discovered, any bitterness caused by her divorce was fully controlled within herself. And her relationship with her previous husband was childless, enabling them to make a total and clean break from each other. She was bright and bubbly, a real joy to talk to, and we soon struck up a rapport between us. Oh, I see now, what was she like from THAT point of view?

Very attractive I guess, if not stunningly sexy, if you see what I mean. Short, not ultra-slim but certainly not fat by any means, brunette hair which sat just above some lovely hazel eyes, and a beautiful face, especially when lit up by a smile, which was, very much, its default setting. Bet you couldn’t believe your luck, I hear you all ask?

Hang on a minute, will you? We’re talking about a Lady considerably older than me, for one thing, and just who knows how much emotional baggage she was carrying from her failed marriage, and no, I didn’t ask. Factor in my normal shyness with regarding women, and the idea you’re all thinking about appeared to be a complete non-starter.

Thing is, if there’s no jeopardy involved, if I don’t actually fancy the woman, or wish to start a relationship with her, sexually I mean, then that shyness dis-appears, enabling me to strike up a plutonic friendship with females without any issues, and this is precisely what happened here between Bridget and I. And provided the conversation didn’t enter into the area of intimacy, which I was careful to avoid, just as she was, then it flowed without inhibition. We soon began to become trusting of each other, and our friendship blossomed, if, as stated, on a purely plutonic understanding.

And matters may well have continued on that satisfactory basis, if one factor hadn’t risen its head. Remember how I’d come to gain an ‘appreciation’ for sexy female lingerie? Well, this was a woman who clearly enjoyed wearing it. As the objects of my desires began to appear very regularly on the washing line within her back garden. To my utter joy, naturally.

Yes, I tried my best to be very discreet here, to make sure that my furtive glances in the direction of the true delights hanging on her washing line were completely unobserved, and to be honest I believed that I had succeeded, that Bridget was completely unaware of my lusts and desires. After all I WAS careful. But we are addressing a Lady here who was very astute, and just as my understanding of sexual emotions and fascinations was naturally very low, hers was at the almost opposite end of the scale.

And the way that she coaxed just what she wanted to know about me was pure genius. Absolutely indirectly, remember we never talked about sexual relationships, she soon became fully conscious of my approval of the female running things within a bedroom, and simply re-enforced her knowledge of my ‘appreciation’ for classy lingerie. Deciding to have some fun, in a mischievous rather than a cruel manner, we are talking about a person who is not in any way viscous or evil, purely at my expense. And so, she drew her plans against me.

Nice intro friend Nothing wrong with a slow burn to start; the title had me hooked already, even before I got to the end, which for some reason brought H.G. Wells to mind

tiedinbluetights wrote: 3 weeks ago Which for some reason brought H.G. Wells to mind.

Not surprising my Friend. The inspiration for this line comes from The introduction, spoken by the late Richard Burton, from Jeff Wayne's magnificent 'War of the Worlds.' Which is, in itself, a musical adaption of the classic novel of the same name, written by none other than H.G. Wells

No, Ladies and Gentlemen, no Martian Tripod 'fighting machines' will be appearing in this story, i'm afraid!



I mean I just couldn’t believe my luck when, on the following Saturday morning Bridget put down her basket, containing her newly washed clothes, ready to hang on the line, to answer her landline ’phone. Walking into my earshot into the garden of her house, the weather was kind, allowing me to realise that she was then proceeding out. Not that I could hear the person on the other end of the line, as we shall see shortly there was nobody there. The point is that she put that basket down, unattended, as she entered her house, to leave by the front door, that basket now in sight and completely unguarded. As she had planned and hoped for, I soon passed through the connecting gate of the dividing fence into her property and was soon checking out the contents of said basket. Just as I wished for, several sets of her sexy satin panties were indeed present. Did she know precisely have many were there, would she realise if just one pair were to ‘dis-appear?’ No, was the conclusion that I rapidly came to, helping myself to a pair in black, as most of them were. I mean I would, if totally free to have chosen, have pinched the solitary pair in scarlet red, but their absence would have been far more noticeable. Shame that they had just been washed of her scent, I told myself, but that would have soon been masked by the smell of my own product, for my primary intentions were to ‘play with myself’ using these. I fervently shoved them into the pocket of my trousers, moved my way through the dividing fence, thinking and believing that I’d got away with my ‘crime.’

Naturally I hadn’t of course, she had set the whole thing up and knew EXACTLY how many pairs of panties were present. The ’phone ‘call’ that she had ‘answered’ was from her own mobile, a prearranged ‘dial up’ on a timer, hence the lack of somebody on the other end of the end. And, of course, the trap was now set, to her utter delight she noted that a pair of panties were missing when she shortly returned home, knowing precisely where they had ended up, as she was finally hanging her washing on the line. But for now, she did or said nothing, leading me to, incorrectly, understand that I was in the clear. And I did enjoy the resulting ‘five knuckle shuffle’ into those luxury panties! They were as heavenly as I’d anticipated that they would be.

That situation came to an abrupt end on the following Saturday morning, as I answered a knock upon my kitchen door, to find Bridget standing there. “Not busy are you, only my washing machine seems to have packed up, you couldn’t take a quick gander ( English slang term for 'look' ) at it, would you? I know that you’re good around machines.”

“Sure Bridget, I’ve not going anywhere today, so I’ve all the time in the world. Be glad to help if I can, I can come around right now.” And there and then, I followed her into through that connecting gate and into her house.

It took all of about ten seconds to work out just what the problem with her machine was, she had, quite deliberately as I know now, switched off the tap of the water feed to it, meaning the machine’s ‘safety cut-out’ switch had activated. Puzzled I turned to her to explain that somehow the relevant tap was closed and was slightly taken aback when she freely admitted to having undertaken this action herself.

“I needed some excuse to get you around here, as I have to ask a somewhat awkward question of yourself. Last weekend, when I became distracted while hanging out my washing, a pair of my satin panties vanished. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?

Remember I had said that, given a completely free choice, I’d have selected the pair in red? Well, that’s a damn good description of the shade that my face took on at that precise moment, my ‘crime’ of stealing that pair had not gone unnoticed at all, it seemed. And now, having obviously gained the initiative within this situation, Bridget took the opportunity to further ‘tighten the screw,’ as it were.

“It appears that your silence rather confirms just what I suspected, you’ve swiped a pair. In fact, let’s stop mucking about, I KNOW that you have. I knew exactly how many pairs were in that basket, in fact I set the whole thing up. But the question now is, just what do I do about it? After all, if the police were called, I’m willing to bet that a pair of my panties would appear somewhere in your house, no doubt. Explaining that might be a little, how shall we put it, ‘awkward,’ don’t you think?”

I will readily admit that I wasn’t really thinking straight at this point of time, panic having taken full hold of me. I mean, come on, does anybody think that the police would take such a complaint seriously, if I offered to apologise and return the panties, I’m sure that they would have settled for that. Not to mention that they’d have to obtain a ‘search warrant’ to look in my house for her panties in the first place. No, all I could imagine at that point of time was the reputational damage I’d suffer as a result of all this.

Her soft, suggestive voice then shook me out of this almost trance like state of real fear. “Of course, we could always keep this matter just between the two of us. If you accept your guilt and allow me to determine your punishment as I see fit. A punishment, by the way, that I know enough about you to guess that you’re going to enjoy, as much, if not more than I will.” At once my whole body seemed to calm down, as if I had no difficulty in believing her claim.

“Yes Bridget. I did take a pair.”

“Firstly, for the duration of this matter, it’s now Mistress Bridget, or simply Mistress. Ok?”

“Yes Mistress.” Thereby sealing my fate.

“Good. Now all of that is out of the way, my sentence is that we shall go up to my bedroom, no, we won’t get into my bed, where you shall ‘worship’ my panties, at my dressing table. All of them, except for those obviously that you pilfered away, and this set….” With that she swiftly removed the jogging bottoms that she wore as well as the ‘T’ shirt adorning her upper body, meaning all she now was wearing was a beautiful and sexy basque, suspending some very sheer nylon stockings, as well as a pair of her panties, which she pointed at, as if to emphasise her point. All in the delicious shade of pure scarlet red!

She continued as I simply stood there, rigid in a measure of shock coupled with extreme delight. “Like what you see? I somehow sensed that red is your colour, I had expected you to swipe the red pair last week, but you’re far too clever to have made that mistake, aren’t you? I suppose if Liverpool played in blue, or you supported Everton instead, then I guess then blue would be your colour of choice?” Yes, I was a big football fan, in particular of Liverpool Football Club, which she already knew, the town in which we resided was on the fringes of Merseyside, and her logic was perfectly sound here. But all I could see at the moment was this image of natural beauty that stood in front of me, I mean my ultimate hero, Mohamed Salah, ( a leading goalscorer for Liverpool F.C. ) could have entered the room at that present moment, and I probably wouldn’t have noticed, or even cared.

“Well, it seems like I am ready for some fun, but you are not. STRIP!”

I obeyed somewhat nervously, my clothes ending in a pile on her living room floor. “Hands on head!” Again, I complied. “Up the stairs with you, as I guess is the same as in your place, my bedroom is the big one at the front.” She was correct here; the layout of her house was an almost perfect mirror image of my own. “Enter my room and stand still in the middle of it!” There to await my fate, to find out just what she had in store for me.

She had marched up her stairs, just behind me, like some prison warder, and as soon as she entered her bedroom, she grabbed a length of bondage rope, remember that she had planned all of this so had carefully gathered everything she’d need. “Hands behind back!” Only for my wrists to be tied together, in such a manner as to suggest that Bridget knew her ropework, and I would not be escaping from her bondage. There was a fair amount of rope left over when she’d finished, as I was to discover later that was totally intentional on her part.

“Oh, I’m not so cruel you know, as to make you enjoy your panty worship in the buff. As you seem to find my lingerie so fascinating it’s only fair that you sample some for yourself.” Holding a beautiful satin suspender belt in her hands, continuing the red theme. To my great consternation I realised that she was planning to dress me in some of her stockings, but as I could do nothing to prevent this, suddenly I became aware that I just might enjoy it instead. After all, I’d lusted after seeing these items for long enough, and just who, apart from Bridget herself of course, would see me wearing them? She fitted the item around my waist and then positioned it correctly. It felt absolutely delicious!

And, just what do said belts suspend? Stockings of course, and the ones soon in her hand were of very high quality, and extremely soft and sheer. “Lift up your left foot, please, use my body for balance and support if you need to, remember my arms were securely tied together behind my back now, and therefore couldn’t be employed to aid my balance. She soon covered my foot in sheer nylon, and WOW!

I mean don’t you Ladies have such a good deal in life? You can wear sexy nylon stockings EVERY day and nobody bats an eyelid. But if one of us males dares to do the same, just once, well, then we’re branded a ‘pervert,’ a ‘pansy,’ or other such derogatory names, and above all our ‘manhood’ is questioned. Anyway, is if to preserve some sort of balance here, as soon as Bridget had moved that stocking over the foot and just above my ankle, she directed me to place that foot on the ground, repeating the same process on my other ‘paw.’ There now followed a period of time as she moved the stockings up my legs. Of course, she did so as quickly as possible, with no teasing resulting, didn’t she?

No, the little minx didn’t! If I wasn’t hard enough already, by the time she had finished, my cock had NEVER been so hard before or I had never been quite so turned on. She had successfully switched on every nerve in my body. Did she know what she was doing, or what? I might have looked ridiculous, alright I most certainly did, but I felt absolutely sensational. Bridget had promised to keep all this just between us, and I already knew enough about her to be certain that her word could be trusted.

“If you would care to sit on my dressing table chair, please.” Pointing at the furniture in question, one with a head support and a thin stay leading to it. I’ve already stated that she’d left over some rope from the bond that held my wrists in imprisonment, just guess what she used that for? That’s right, soon me and her chair became one, the bondage then simply extended as she used another length of rope to securely bind my ankles together and then fasten that to the rail around the bottom of the chair upon which my nylon feet rested. Until she allowed it, I was going nowhere!

“That’s better, almost ready!” Pointing at her own nether region, she remarked, “you know I said that you wouldn’t be worshipping this set of my panties? I didn’t lie, you won’t be, but they’re not staying here. Oh no, you’re going to pay homage to my lingerie in silence, these are heading into your mouth. After I’ve ‘prepared’ them of course!” She then fetched a vibrating wand, and it suddenly dawned upon me just what she had meant by that. OH MY GOD!

The chair to which I was ‘attached’ swivelled, so Bridget turned it, so I was no longer confronted by the sight of myself in the dressing table mirror, not a pretty sight I can assure you but I was SO turned on by now that I cared not one jolt, to face her, standing in a VERY provocative pose, wand in hand, which she now activated. Placing it against her pussy, although that was covered by the red satin of her panties. And I guess that the sound effects that she emitted, to accompany the ‘buzzing’ of her vibrator were deliberately exaggerated as were her movements, but never mind, just what a show she treated me to. Any ‘professional’ would have damn proud of it, I’ve absolutely sure of it! And if the resulting climax that she managed to induce had greatly ‘excessive’ sound effects, then the whole point of this exercise had been achieved. Those panties, destined for my mouth don’t forget, were now thoroughly coated in her sexual juices!

And IN THEY WENT! To be tied in place with another short length of bondage rope. With me basically offering no resistance whatsoever, I mean in the long run I couldn’t have stopped her indefinitely. Anyway, I soon discovered that her juices tasted far better than the most exceptional wine, why would I want to refuse such a delicious relish? But she decided to go even further, as well as my sense of taste, she wanted to completely dominate my one of smell too. To that aim she placed herself in another red set of panties, she only possessed two of that shade by the way, and began the same action again with the wand, not bothering to make such a show of things this time, either in the oral or visual sense.

And when she’d succeeded in bringing herself to, a very mild admittedly, climax? Those panties ended up being placed on top of my head, the gusset, soaked in her juices, of course, right over my nose. Thus, utterly dominating both of my senses of smell together with that of taste, I didn’t half look in a right state when Bridget turned the stool back so I could see myself in her mirror once more. But I was turned-on to such a degree, my whole body electrified and tingling with sexual tension. I was trapped, completely in Bridget’s hands and totally at her mercy now. And excited beyond belief to find myself there.

In the mirror I saw my captor’s head resting upon my shoulder, with her traditional smile present, but this version looked even more delightful than normal, slightly ‘kinky’ if you know what I mean. After all, in that mirror could be seen a young man, me, tied in inescapable bondage to a stool, dressed in stockings and suspenders, a set of female skimpy panties over his head, and a rope tie holding another pair in his mouth. If that scene can’t be described as ‘kinky,’ then what can?

“Now, I believe that now you are ready. Let the panty worship begin!” Holding a pair in one of her hands, showing it, quite deliberately in the mirror, before plunging them down until she had surrounded my cock and balls in the satin that they were made of. Beginning to ‘play’ with my tools, stroking the cock with the satin material. OH, HEAVEN!

Can you just imagine the emotions that were running throughout my body as a result of this action of hers? And there was no escape, tied tightly to the stool, I could hardly move let alone evade her motions. But would I have wanted to, even if I could have?

Bridget had started slowly, totally by intent of course, rubbing and stroking my cock with her satin at a gentle frequency. But then, all of a sudden, she accelerated her movements until she was pumping my cock with real vigour. With the inevitable results naturally, I was conscious of a delightful build-up of pressure within my nether region, one I’d never tasted before, remember I was still a virgin, one that just kept building and building, leading to what was going to be a tremendous crescendo. And then it happened!

The pressure accumulating within those balls, suddenly shot up through my cock and into the waiting satin. At the same time waves of exhilaration crashed throughout my body, causing me to scream out in pure ecstasy, well as much as I could with a pair of Bridget’s panties shoved into my orifice, of course. After a brief period where I was totally rigid, my body began to shake, as much and its bonds would allow, that is. Safe to say, I’d never tasted anything like this moment before, in my entire life to date.

After a few moments, Bridget, who’d stood back a little, as if admiring her ‘handiwork,’ commented, “well, it appears that somebody seemed to rather enjoy themselves there, doesn’t it? And, if that’s the good news then here’s some more that’s even better. I’ve load’s more sets of my panties available and they ALL need worshipping in the same manner. I’m far from done with you here yet!” Pure music to my ears.

As soon as I was hard again, yes she did ‘assist’ in that process, Bridget picked up another pair of satin panties, and the whole process began again. With the same delicious outcome. And so that delightful morning went on.

However, after the fifth, or maybe it was the sixth, I mean who cares, she stopped. “This is all a bit one sided, don’t you think? It’s just you getting all the fun here, I’m not receiving any. Ah, sod it, I think it s time we moved things onto my bed, so I can get to join in, don’t you?” And she removed her panties from my head, undoing the tie that held her other pair in my mouth so that she could, and did, remove them, alloying me to speak.

“Bridget, oops, I’m sorry, Mistress Bridget, I’ve never been to bed with a woman before, so I’ll probably be a major dis-appointment to you, I’m afraid.”

Her eyes, already sparkling brightly, seemed to intensify even more. “A virgin, eh? That makes things even better, believe me! And if you’ve no experience of your own to draw upon, it’s up to me to conduct matters here then. And there’s a perfect way to ensure that you won’t be able to interfere with that. You see, Darling, I’m not just going to take you to it but,” pausing for a moment,




Could this day, already so very enjoyable, get any better?

Great story! I’m excited to read more and see what’s in store for him!

Wow, love this story Hope there is more soon!

Thank you very much @TapeBondage123 and @tiedinbluetights . Pleased to have entertained you both.

And although that's all i have written for now, you'll noticed that i've left the door very much open to a continuation here.

Dear @LunaDog, you asked the right question: Could this day, already so very enjoyable, get any better?
Reading your story, I can tell you that it did.
Sooo nicely done.

Thank you @Jenny_S

Yes, i shall, as i guess was my intention all along, continue this, but as nothing is written yet, it will be a completely new story thread.

Look out for, 'Bound to Bridget's Bed.'

Really enjoyed reading this!

fiest19201 wrote: 2 weeks ago Really enjoyed reading this!

Glad that you did. Thank you.