Stories of Tie Up Games

Preface : This is a rewrite of a previous post from me here that focuses a bit too much on the process. This is an actual story this time, enjoy!
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Part 1 : Tying myself up

I've always loved tight hogties, and I mean really tight ones. Elbows tied, ankles pulled passed my hands, head pulled back, blindfolded and gagged, you know the stuff. This is pretty easy to achieve when someone is tying you up, but my partner is a bit less enthusiastic about bondage than I am, so I have been practicing self-bondage for a while, and after years of trial and error I think I managed to figure out all the pieces to achieve such a state by myself. Right now my partner will arrive home in about 2 hours, so I have just the time to try it out.

I go down into my basement to prepare my little setup. I unroll a large rug since the concrete floor is way too cold to lie directly on. I gather my bag of ropes and accessory from the storage room, and back on the rug I strip down and I grab one of my 1.75" ballgag. I love tying myself while gagged. I choose the black one with three breathing holes in the middle, which I strap carefully under my loose chestnut hair. You'll see why I chose this particular gag later on . Now it's time to get to work. Standing up, I grab a 10m piece of rope and start to tie my chest harness. I start by doubling the rope and tying it to one large metal ring (about 2,5" in diameter) in a simple hitch. Holding the ring in the middle of my back I pass the rope around my torso just below my breasts and loop it back through the ring behind my back. Now the ring is simply held centered in the middle of my back, I will call it the lower ring. With the remaining rope I essentially pass it up and behind my neck, and back to the lower ring. It's a classic rope path typically used to prevent an elbow tie from slipping down the arms. That's not the use here though, the idea is actually to thread a second large ring through the rope behind my neck. I said I use a 10m rope for this chest harness and it's so that I can loop the rope back this path a few times, anchoring the upper ring solidly. The process is a little annoying since I forgot to tie my hair and it's cascading loosely on my shoulders, so I have to constantly move it out of the way for the rope not to pinch it at every pass. Since I'm quite small, about 5'3", I can loop this rope 4 times up to my neck, alternating the passes in the upper ring from the right and the left to keep it nice and flat on my upper back. Overall it's not very pretty, but the many passes even out the pressure nicely. Today I made it quite tight so I can use the remaining rope to split it left and right behind my back to come up in front of me, pass each end under the opposite "shoulder strap" and tie them off together. I like it when I have enough rope left to do this since it creates a pretty inverted triangle just above my breasts which I find quite cute.

I sit down on the rug as it's time to tie my legs. I lean forward and start by tying the soles of my feet side by side. They are actually the hardest to tie since I need to lean forward a lot and it's much easier if I can have my legs slightly apart otherwise, well my breasts pressing on my knees prevent me from leaning far enough. As I reverse tension to cinch the tie, I loop a small metal ring (~1" diameter) through the cinch right under my feet. Next are my ankles, tied in a similar fashion with a ring on the backside of them, and same thing with my big toes to which I also add a ring. It would have been easier to tie my big toes together before, but I need my ankles to be tied first so that I can link them back to my ankles, otherwise too much tension on the toe ring can become painfull. Tied this way my toes act a bit like the pillar of a cable-stayed bridge, I'm so clever! I lean to the side and grab two one-way carabiners, the ones used for camping to tighten rope, and clip them back to back on the ring attached to my ankles. For my knees I only really need to tie a rope and ring above them, but today I want to feel as secure as I can so I also tie my legs below my knees. I then use the cinch ropes from both the ties above and below my knees to secure a single large metal ring, to which I clip a normal carabiner.

I'm almost done with my legs, but I make a little side note here to come back on why I chose the particular gag I'm wearing right now. You see I'm not particularly a drooler, I basically never drool wearing a gag, except for this one. I suppose the breathing holes enable my saliva to seep out before I reach the threshold at which I stop making saliva, but the result is there all the same, and even if it took a fairly long time to get there, now sitting on the floor, folded forward working on my legs, a small line of saliva starts to drop down on my breasts and stomach. I don't really like the sticky feeling of drool on my skin (yes, and other things too), but it's exactly what makes it just the right thing. In self-bondage, even if I'm tied I'm still in control of everything, but the fact that I can't stop myself from drooling like that brings me a little bit closer to the feeling of helplessness I crave.

Anyways, back to me fumbling under my bent knees, I just clipped a regular carabiner to which I attach a third one-way carabiner, and I pre-feed the end of a short nylon rope through it. This will be the setup to tie my wrists later on. The nylon rope itself has a a canadian jam knot (at least that's what the website I took my inspiration from called it) pre-tied at the end which will be used to cinch my wrist rope. Nylon rope doesn't stretch and is fairly slippery, so my wrists basically get automatically uncinched if not under tension. I grab the rope loop I premade for my wrists and pre-feed it in the cinch to hold it there.

Now my legs are tied, the chest harness is ready, time to prepare the elbow rope and thread the hogtie tightening ropes! For the elbow rope I have a 10m rope that is folded on itself a few times. I essentially pass my whole body in this rope like I would use a hula hoop, and then I feed the loop inside the lower ring on my back, resulting in a smaller loop of rope protruding from the ring in the middle of my back. I scoot a little on the rug and grab my harness gag and two hairties, which I use to tie my hair in two separate ponytails. I like to imagine myself with this schoolgirl look. I ungag myself from the breathable ballgag, which drool apart, was really just to prepare my jaw for the rest. I slide a blindfold on my forehead and then I finally strap my 2" red harness ballgag in place making sure everything is snug.

Satisfied, I scoot again and change from sitting on my butt, to sitting upright with my legs bent to the side, exposing the soles of my feet and their many metal rings to me. The hogtie ropes consist of two long nylon ropes with a small carabiner on one end. I clip the first carabiner to the upper ring behind my neck, thread the rope down to the ring on my feet, back through the upper ring, and down to my ankles where I thread it through one of the two one-way carabiner there. This one will take the bulk of the tension, bending my legs back and pulling them easily passed my hands. The second rope I clip to the D-ring on top of my harness gag, down to my toe ring, up again through the D-ring of the harness gag and down in the other one-way carabiner on my ankles.

Now I'm getting pretty excited. I throw two thick throwpillows on my rug and I manoeuver myself to lay on them on my belly so that one is under my upper chest, and the other one under my knees, already arching my back slightly like I'm lying face down in a hammock. I reach on my face to lower the blindfold difficultly since it's pinned under the straps of my harness gag. My arms still free for now, I blindly feel for the hogtie ropes protruding from the two one-way carabiner near my ankles and I start pulling on them in alternance. The ropes slowly feed through them, zigzaging back and forth using the pulley effect to make the tightening easier. I pull untill the line is taught, pulling my ankles towards my back and wrenching my head back. The tension is delicious, there is absolutely no slack, but I know I just need to pull sideways on the ropes to free them from the one-way mechanism of the carabiner to get free. I tighten both ropes a few inches more.

Time to finish this tie. I reach higher behind my back and feed my arms through the elbow rope protruding from the lower ring. I wriggle my arms a bit to make sure I'm comfortable and I feel around to grab the wrist loop presently linked to my knees that lies somewhere on my right side. I feed my hands through the loop making sure the cinching nylon rope stays between my wrists. I nest my hands between my buttcheeks and my folded legs where I can feel the third one-way carabiner. I pull and the nylon rope linked to my wrists tightens, closing the loop between my wrists and cinching everything snuggly, slightly pulling on my arms at the same time. I stop moving to take a few instants and take it all in now that every rope is in it's place. Still, there is one little step left before my hogtie is really complete.

After a few deep breaths I set myself in motion to wriggle away from lying on the throw pillows. They were usefull to ease the tightening process, but now I want to feel the full effect of the ropes. I rock a bit to tilt myself on my right side, falling on the rug in the process. I start to wiggle away with the little movement I am able to make, mostly pivoting either from my shoulders or my knees untill I feel I'm far enough from the pillows before I finally try to rock myself back on my belly, and there is it. Complete bliss. Without the help of the pillows to fight off gravity, everything tightens all at once and I am now hogtied on the floor, arms pinned behind my back, wrists pulled towards my knees and stuck between my buttcheeks and my ankles. The hogtie ropes are pulled so tight that my knees are not touching the rug below me and my breasts are barely brushing it. My head is pulled back so far that if I could see anything I feel like I would be staring at the ceiling, and the tension makes me bite on the thick ball in my mouth in a way that makes it difficult for me to emit even the smallest of moans. I'm in paradise.

Part 2 : Struggling

I lie on the floor, tightly bound in my self imposed hogtie, the best one I tied myself in yet. I keep saying that because it's actually the first time I use all these specific techniques all at once. In the past I've tried various ways to tie my arms, the elbows are always a hard part to get correctly without cutting circulation. The chest harness, the hogtie tightening mechanism, the wrist cinching, etc. All various pieces of technique I converged to by trial and error, and this was plenty worth it because right now I feel like I could stay tied this way for as long as I want. Now I just lie there, basking in the slight tension in all of my body, breathing slowly and deeply. I feel the ropes encircling my legs, above and below my knees, ropes that tightened slightly as my legs got folded back. I feel my feet welded side by side, kept together as one unit by the ropes on my ankles, big toes and soles. I try to wriggle them, to flex my ankles a little bit, but I can't even make them move a fraction of an inch, and yet I don't feel any of the strain on the top of my feet or on my tibia muscles that usually result from having my head linked to my toes. Speaking of which, I feel my head lift slightly with each breath I take, going up and down rhythmically. I feel the slight pull on my shoulders originating from my wrists nested on my butt, pulled towards my knees. The ball in my mouth is thick, completely filling it, muffling a small moan with each expiration I make just because I like to hear how quiet it comes out. The straps around my head keep the blindfold plastered over my eyes, keeping me completely in the dark. I feel like I could fall asleep right now, but I'm enjoying myself way to much for that.

I've been lying there, flexing my muscles and testing the tension from time to time for probably 20 minutes, it's quite hard to tell in this position. I'm a bit calmer than before, my heart beating in my chest at what I would call a normal pace now. I know very well that I can free myself anytime I want, the carabiner keeping the tension on my wrists is right between my palms, but I'm not done yet, I want a little more fun. Even though I'm very confident in my escape setup, for safety reasons I left a few pair of scissors lying around the rug I'm lying on. Struggling for the sake of struggling is fun, but it's much more fun when you have a goal, so for now I pretend that someone left me tied this way, and my only way to possibly escape is to reach these scissors and cut myself free. As you can imagine it's not gonna be easy tied as strictly as I am, and blindfolded on top of that, but I want to feel exactly how helplessly I am tied.

From what I remember, the closest scissors to me is to my right, about two feet down near the right edge of the rug. I use the same technique I employed to wriggle myself away from the pillows a bit earlier, so I rock myself from side to side to fall on my right side again. With my head close to the ground I try to rub off my blindfold. Even though I have a fairly good mental image of where I am, it's goddamn hard to do this while blindfolded. With my head pulled back, nodding is impossible so I try to turn my head instead and create a bit of friction with the rug. After a few tries I come to the same conclusion as always, not gonna happen. The silk blindfold is already sticking to my slightly damp body, and even if that was not the case, the straps from my harness gag are making an excellent job at pinning it to my face. Resigned to do this in the dark, I start to wriggle like before. A bit of rotation from my shoulders, a bit of rotation from my knees, I seem to be moving a little.

This time I can't feel myself getting away from the pillows so I really have no idea how far I move each time. I think I have about 3 feet to go until I reach the edge of the rug. I take a few pauses, one every five minutes (I think), and after about 20 minutes I feel the cold floor at the edge of the rug. Excellent, I reached the right edge, now I just have to go down about two feet to reach the spot where I should feel the scissors. Time to rock myself back on my belly. The process takes a few more tries than before since the floor I'm pushing myself from is just a bit lower than my rug, my hands and feet now colliding with he hard concrete after each failed push. After about 5 pushes I roll back on my stomach and am greeted back by the sweet tension added from gravity while in this position.

From here moving down should be fairly straightforward, just wriggle back and forth like a caterpillar while slightly rocking myself from side to side, I've done this plenty of times. Well easier said than done, and to my surprise the main culprit is the rope pulling my hands towards my knees. You see I don't always use this rope since the ropes keeping me hogtied do not rely on my wrists, and even with a simple loop around my hands twisted in an 8 figure, the fact that they are pinned between my ass and feet is very restrictive in itself, so most of the time I don't really bother with the knee-wrist cinching mechanism. In fact, I often skip it since it's long to set up and then I still need to search while partly hogtied to grab the loop, a lot of effort for a little bit of flavor or so I thought. Apparently I never tried to move this way with my hands tied to my knees in this fashion, because I just now realize that's it's basically impossible. My back is always a bit more flexible and I can pull my head back a bit more, but my arms and the nylon rope holding my wrists to my knees do not give any play at all.

Even so I am a bit perplexed because I'm sure I did it before so what's new now? Well remember when I was tying myself, I said that only the upper knee tie is necessary, turns out I was wrong. If I had just tied a ring to the ropes above my knees I could have pulled the ropes slightly up my thigh, and I remember having done it in fact, but now the knee ring is attached to both the ropes above and below my knees on my folded legs, so there is no way to make it move. The result is that I can't fold myself forward even a bit to move like I described earlier. I'm quite flabbergasted by my discovery, but I still try to squirm around to experiment as best as I can. Surely I can at least get something moving? For about 5 minutes I squirm, pull, twist, but the best I can manage is to slightly rock back and forth like a toy boat on the floor. Now considerably sweaty, I sense that quite the sizeable wet spot is forming beneath my nether region. There is definitely no chance of me moving an single inch back or forward this way and the realization almost makes me cum on the spot even if that was not the intended goal of today's session. Right now though, I sure wish I had tied a crotchrope on myself.

Hogtied, blind, mute, unable to stimulate myself even a little bit despite how horny I am, I scream in frustration. Of course it only comes out as a cute mewl from my gagged mouth. Resigned, I lie still in my bonds for a few seconds before I remember that I'm still absolutely in control of when to free myself despite my recent fantasy induced endeavor, and I think it is time to do so. By now it feels like I have been tied up for more than an hour and it may well be the case. I might not have reached the scissors, but my goal never really was to do so to begin with. Still, it made me live an incredible tied up experience, and I am quite satisfied of my session...

Next - Part 3 : found.

Love this story so far, especially the gag. Please continue on, can’t wait to read the next part!

Keep going.

This is an excellent rewrite. Looking forward to the next part!

Magnificent story!!!

I really love your creativity and technical knowledge to ideate such an elaborate method of selfbondage. Congratulations!!!

I'm looking forward to the next parts of your story.

Part 3 : Found

I'm still hogtied on the floor, but I have a new mission : I need to cum. Now. Lately most of my sessions were more akin to science experiments. Testing mechanisms, mobility, tying and untying myself to get the rope lengths just right. Of course they got me excited, but it was more in the realm of the relaxing feeling you get from being strictly tied up. I've been trying to explain this to my partner for a while, but they don't seem to believe me when I say that bondage is not only a sexual fantasy, it's mostly a way to relieve stress. The feeling of the ropes keeping you tight just makes everything else in the world disappear. The best way I was able to put it was to compare it to a massage ; a lot more sensual than sexual in essence, but we all know how good massages end up .

Anyways, back to reality, and right now I don't feel relaxed or stress free, I feel horny as hell. Since the one-way carabiner keeping my wrists tied is resting right where my fingers are, I simply grab the loose end of the nylon rope feeding through it, pull it to the side and all the tension on my arms drops instantly. I maneuver my arms a bit and quickly work my hands free from the wrist loop as the cinch knot comes loose. As soon as my wrists are free I push myself to the side, still hogtied, and try to reach my pussy, but my elbows are still tied behind my back and I can only reach near the top of my hips. Damnit. It's still much easier to push myself back on my stomach now that my arms are partly free. With a bit of contorting I free my right arm from the elbow loop and I don't even bother to release my left arm before I push myself on my left side again and I furiously reach straight between my legs. I'm so wet I'm literally dripping, and it takes me less than 20 seconds before the orgasm washes over me. The feeling is amazing. Apart from my right arm being free, I'm still severely hogtied, blindfolded and gagged while cumming, and my whole body tenses my scream is muffled by my gag.

Exhausted, I slump to the ground (well... my arms does), but the position I am still in is a bit too awkward for proper post-orgasm relaxation. Reluctantly, I push myself back on my stomach once again and I reach both of the hogtie ropes protruding from the one-way carabiners attached on my ankles to disengage them. My head and shoulders slowly drops to the floor as my legs unfold behind me. I can finally rest my head on the carpet and my left cheek meets the fluffy ground with great relief. As my legs unfold though, they stop about halfway, unable to unfold completely because of the metal ring still joining the ropes tied above and below my knees. I free my left arm from the elbow loop while my lower legs stick in the air like a falling pole and I pivot a bit so that I can rest my feet on the sofa beside me. I know I did not describe my basement much apart from the concrete floor and the carpet I unrolled earlier, but it's actually kind of a larger semi-furnished living room that gets used mostly for parties.

Just as my hogtie comes undone, it's not very long before my jaw starts to ache. If you've previously experienced being gagged with the biggest ballgag your mouth can take, I'm guessing you think that I either have a massive mouth, or that I exaggerate a lot about how long I kept myself hogtied in this position, because quite frankly, it's hard to keep your mouth stuffed so full for more than a few minutes. The truth is I don't have a big mouth, and a 2 inch ballgag is massive for me. This is precisely why I love this gag so much, because even with my head pulled back, it still entirely fills my mouth, stays completely stuck behind my teeth and prevents any possibility of gag talk. The secret here is that my head is pulled back, which in turns naturally make me open my mouth, ironically relieving the stress on my jaw. Now that my head is not pulled back anymore, my jaw wants to naturally close around it. It does give me an incredibly sexy lip seal around the ball, but at the same time it becomes painful fairly quickly.

Luckily for me, a while ago I bought what ended up being my favorite gag accessory. It's a ballgag training system set from fetish fantasy (google it). It comes with 3 different sized balls which I don't care about, but they each have a little removable strap going through them. The result is that on any leather strap gag I have, I cut the permanent strap going through the ball, and I can then reuse these snappable straps to interchange any ball I want on any gag I want. This is great because for a session like today, I can use my 2'' ball on my harness gag, but for a session where my head isn' t pulled back, I can easily replace it with a more comfortable 1.75'' ball for longer wear. Apart from the gag swapping ability, the other perk with this setup is the ability to ungag myself without unstrapping the whole harness gag contraption, just by un-snapping the ball strap, which is also excellent for a security quick release.

And right now, this is exactly what I do to free myself from my rubber tormentor. Lying on my carpet, I reach to the corner of my mouth and un-snap the ball strap from the right corner of my mouth. With a bit of effort I pull out the ball from behind my teeth with a little pop and leave it lying in front of my face. I finally let my arms fall down to my side with a muffled thud.

I lie there on my stomach, spent, my legs still bound and resting on the seat of the basements sofa, arms sprawled to my side slightly away from my body, my head lying directly on the rug with a dangling rubber ball in front of my closed lips, still attached to the left ring of my harness gag. I'm still blindfolded and all the tension in me drops as I just lie there covered in a thin layer of sweat, finally able to relax in the aftermath of this amazing orgasm...

I slowly wake up, but am still in the dark. It appears I drifted to sleep at some point. I'm not really surprised as I do frequent power naps and I tend to be able to fall asleep just about anywhere. Spent as I was it probably took me under a minute to fall asleep. Although I have no idea how long I was out, I'm not feeling groggy, so it was surely less than 20 minutes. Even if right now only my legs are tied, there is still something kind of mystical to waking up and finding myself tied. The moment before I understand what is happening is just so nice it's hard to explain, it just gets me going. Coming back to reality, I realize I'm getting quite hot again, but I also realize that I probably woke up because I hear some movement upstairs, my partner is back!

My goal was not for this session to last until they came back, but as a standard mean of precaution I always leave a little note on the kitchen counter to inform them of my current activities. Today it reads something like "Playing downstairs, come have fun with me if you'd like". They know it means to come check on me, but that it's also an invitation would they feel like it. Like I said, they're a bit less into bondage than me, but even so, who doesn't like to have a naked and helpless girl all for themselves.

Today though, I really hope they'd like to play, and I don't have much time before they find the note. My heart starts to pump faster from the excitation of being found. My hands reach my face, and with a little effort I manage to shove the gag in my mouth and snap it back in place. I squirm around a bit to position myself back on the rug, and with every rope still at the ready I pull myself back into a hogtie. I fumble a bit to get my arms back into the elbow loop, but in no time I'm back into my strict hogtie. In all my excitation I ended up pulling extra hard on the hogtie ropes which makes my hogtie almost as severe as I made it earlier with the help of the throw pillows.

Just as I finish cinching my wrists, I hear the basement door open, and slow footsteps coming down the stairs. I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest as I hear the words I so want to hear, a playfull : "Well, well, well. What do we have here?"

Next - Part 4 : Teased

At first I started referring to my partner in gender neutral terms because I wanted to keep the story focused on me, but as I wrote I decided to keep doing it, not because they are gender fluid, but because I thought it could be interesting for the reader to decide if they prefer to imagine F/F or M/F.

I'd like to know how it ends up for the reader? Does it give you the liberty to fill in a few details and make the story a bit more to your liking or it ends up creating a sort of awkward distance with the text?

An excellent continuation @saitamoob

I enjoy how you touch upon so many common emotions and feelings shared by most bondage subs, that it is not a sexual thing (but could potentially lead to it being), and something that we do mostly of relaxation, fun, aesthetics (injecting a bit of myself here), etc.

Superbly well written and a joy to read.

As to your question, while it is clear that it is F/Self up till now, and about to become ?/F, I'd much prefer the ?=what's best for you, as you tell this true story. I wouldn't want my personal preferences (see my profile if curious), to ever limit or otherwise influence the creativity and/or recollections of any contributor.

Superb continuation!!! I imagine all the fun things somebody can do with a naked woman bound in a top-notch tight hogtie!!

I really loved your words about the relaxation issue. I've felt the same in some of my selfbondage sessions.

Finally, I really like you are keeping your partner gender neutral, it's a really good innovation.

Wonderful writing , i am looking forward to more parts. Thank you

Part 4 : Teased

I let out a soft moan in response to their comment. My heart is beating extra fast and I feel myself getting wet again. They come down the stairs and I hear footsteps approach me. My only available sense is my hearing and it's in overdrive. I can hear that they are barefoot from the faint sound of skin lightly unsticking from the wooden stairs with every step they take. I didn't see them leave today, so I don't know how they've dressed, and all is left to my imagination. It's fairly warm, and if they are going barefoot right now, chances are that they are wearing something light like shorts and t-shirt, exposing their lean arms and legs.

I hear them come closer and their footsteps get suddenly muffled as they step on the smooth rug. I don't know where they are anymore, but I picture them standing in front of me, my head pulled back forcing me to stare at their sexy toned legs, sculpted by regular jogging sessions. Unable to move my head, my eyes would dart around, searching for theirs, but I would end up only able to glance at their bare feet, or a bit above their knees. Alas I am blindfolded, and all of this only plays out in my mind as I wait expectantly for something to happen.

I squeal in surprise when a finger suddenly brushes me, oh so lightly, right where the curve of my butt meets the top of my thigh. I am extremely ticklish in that spot and they know it, but there is not much I can do. Right after this, I feel a hand pressing down on my butt, they are definitely crouching beside me. The hand is cold, or at least colder than me, which is barely surprising considering how hot I feel. The touch is gentle, but I can feel every individual finger on my skin. I squeal again as my ass gets lightly squeezed, almost mimicking a little squishy toy, but it's only once and they leave their hand planted on me while they finally speak.

- "One sharp sound for yes, two for no. Are you ok?"
- "Mphh", I answer, exhaling sharply through my nose.
- "Do you need me to loosen or untie you?"
- "Mphh, Mphh"
- "Do you want me to tighten anything?"
- "Mphh, Mphh"

As I said earlier, since I do a fair bit of selfbondage, I always leave a little note, or verbally confirm with my partner to come check on me by X time. Sometimes I need them to tighten something (usually a boxtie), or I might have overdone it and need to get free quickly (very rare), so these questions have become kind of a ritual, a safety protocol would be more exact I guess. Anyways, what varies is usually what comes after. Sometimes they just confirm that they will come check back on me in 10 minutes or that they'll watch a video on the sofa until I'm done. Most of the time I'd like for them to act a bit dominant, but it's not really their thing. I've been clear that I don't want to force them in a bondage session just because I feel like it, but boy do I want them to touch me now. This hand just resting on my butt is so teasing, and I mean, that "what do we have here" comment had just so much playfull drip in it it got me all riled up.

- "Good then", they playfully add, "As usual, your safeword is three sharp sounds."

At the same time I receive a little slap on the ass, making me squeal yet again. This time though, I let the squeal fade into a moan, and anyone would understand the underlying Yesssssss!!! of extasy coming out of me.

I hear fumbling and feel the long nylon ropes lying around me that start to move around. It is not the first time I use the one-way carabiners, so my partner knows exactly what to do with them. I feel the loose ends of the nylon ropes being fed in the respective rings used for each of the two hogtied ropes : one gets tied behind my neck, the other on the D-ring from my harness gag. The process makes me giggle a bit since the loose ends of the ropes are essentially dancing on my back like you would wriggle a shoelace for a cat to play with. In the end I hear scissors cutting through rope, most likely to get rid of the extra rope dangling around after they're done tying it off. With the ends of the hogtie ropes now near the top of my back, there is no way to disengage the one-way mechanism anymore. I'll need to get my hands free and either cut or untie the ropes to get out of this hogtie, which I can still absolutely do since I'm hiding the third one-way carabiner between my palms.

At this point I get rolled to the side, and the front of my body leaves the warmth of the rug, exposing me entirely. It's not like I was covered before, but one of the reason I love hogties so much is this exact feeling of being exposed and helpless. Don't get me wrong, I'm technically more exposed and vulnerable in a spreadeagle, but in a hogtie, it's just all there. My most intimate parts for all to see, the rest hidden, folded away behind my back, neatly tucked without any possibility of even trying to cover myself, it's just peak helplessness.

A few squish on my perky breasts, a finger dancing on my stomach. I squirm and moan trying vainly to escape this tormenting hand. I'm not sure what they are doing, but I feel their hand exploring the ropes keeping me immobile. It takes them a few seconds to figure out where the last hanging nylon rope leads, and it's right to the carabiner keeping my hands cinched and tied. It's probably a bit hard to figure out with my hands tucked between my ass and my folded legs, and I admit I'm being a bit bratty here by trying to hide away the carabiner myself, but they must have figured out how it works anyways because I feel them tying off the end rope to one of the ring kept behind my back. Now I'm truly stuck, now way do disengage the carabiner keeping my hands tied anymore. I whimper in protest and am rewarded with a sharp smack on the ass.

To my delight it appears they aren't done with me because I feel the ropes tighten around my elbows. Well, not exactly tighten, but the elbow rope is getting cinched. This particular cinch is really the only part I can't do by myself with this hogtie. The feeling of the rope now fully encircling my arms is just delicious. I am now completely tied up, pretty much in the same way as before, but now completely unable to free myself even if I wanted to. Lying on my side with my partner crouched above me, I sensually pull at the ropes while their hands roam my body. I moan louder and louder as their fingers reach between the folds of my sex while their other hand fondles my breasts. I am so wet, their fingers glide in and out of me, circling my clit and heat builds up within me, intoxicatingly bringing me closer and closer to the edge until suddenly both their hands withdraw.

I am furious, I was so close! I trash around in my bonds in protest. I say trash around, but I say this more to illustrate the energy I put into this because tied as tight as I am, there is not much trashing going on. Even gagged as I am though, I'm pretty sure my muffled screams of frustration convey my message pretty well since I hear a slight chuckle, the first noise I've heard from them since the safeword talk. I quickly realize that I can't do anything and change to pleading moans, hoping for their sympathy, but I only hear the thud on something being dropped beside me, followed by a pair of hands flipping me back on my belly. Back on my stomach, I can feel the cold sting of something metallic directly on my belly, and I realize I must be lying on the safety scissors now.

I renew my struggles, I try to disengage the carabiner keeping my hands trapped without success. As I fume and moan and squirm I hear footsteps going up the stairs. No, no, no, I need to cum, I want to cum, I was so close, why do you leave me like this! Shiiit, they haven't said anything, I don't even know if they're coming back soon or not. I don't have anything to stimulate myself with and I can't free myself unless I manage to grab the scissors. At least I know where they are, but can I even grab them with my hands stuck like this? I let out a long complaining moan while I pull repeatedly on my legs in a kind of tantrum that, thinking back on it, must make my breasts shake in quite an exciting way for an onlooker.

Resigned to my fate I start to rock myself to the side again. As I struggle around I hear footsteps coming back down the stairs...

Next - Part 5 : plaything

Excellence continuation. Your partner knows exactly how to push your buttons

Wow!! Wonderful continuation. The descriptions are astonishingly good written. I can imagine everything you are feeling phisycally and emotionally.

I'm looking forward to read the next part.

This story genuinely has everything going for it - my god it is hot. I love being found bound and gagged as well

Thanks a lot for the good feedback, I'm so glad you like it! I tried going for a very direct first-person-present-tense recounting for it to be read like it's happening to you live, and I think it turns out pretty good!

The real challenge in writing this, and I'm sure most writers here have the same problem, is that a soon as I start to write, well... I just want to get tied up again at this instant

Like it? I love it.

Really loving this story! This latest chapter had me on edge and feeling the same frustration as you. Well done. I can’t wait to see what happens next!

Part 5 : Plaything

I managed to pivot a little on the floor in the minute or so that they were away. It's really hard to move exactly sideways in this strict position, so I have to kind of pivot the upper part of my body with my shoulder, and then try to do the same with my knees. The thing is it's much harder to move with my knees, and it's really hard to know how much I moved. Even if I have an idea of where the scissors are since I was lying on them just moments ago, to reach them I have to rock myself on my left side, move a bit, get back on my belly and rock myself to the right side to see if I can reach them. Fail. Rock back on my belly to fall on my left side again to move, and start all over again. As I previously said, getting back on my belly is not exactly easy, and the whole process makes it quite disorienting, so I'm very glad to hear the footsteps come down the stairs again.

I just rolled on my left side, so I know I'm full frontal towards the stairs. I haven't tried for long, but I can figure that my scissors grabbing scheme is going to be very hard, so I try to fall back to seduction mode. I'm not sure where they are now, but I try to give everything I can to make myself as sexy as possible. Sensual muffled moans and subtle hip grinding is about all I can muster, kind of caressing the back of my thigh with the tips of my fingers at most. Curse that carpet, I really can't locate where they are now, and I think they actually try to be as quiet as possible.

Suddenly I feel a finger digging straight between my pussy lips. I moan hard. The palm of their hand rests just at the bottom of my belly, just below my navel, as the finger digs its way between my tightly closed legs. I'm already quite wet so it doesn't seem to be much of a task to dig down there, but then the hand just steadies there, just pressing on my pubis, the base of the base of the finger just resting on my throbbing clit, the full length of the finger nested between my lips while the tip draws slow circles just at the entrance of my vagina. The sensation is maddening. I try to push myself in their hand while letting a long and whiny moan escape from me, but the effect they are looking for is immediate. Just as if a tap opened, my juices practically start to overflow to the point where I feel the warmth of it spread between my legs and down my left thigh. The hand stays put for a few more seconds, continuing this maddening teasing until I feel it slowly release and retreat up my belly. The wet finger slowly slides out of my pussy and keeps tracing a line up on my belly, leaving a wet stroke of my own juices behind it. I can't help but squeal in surprise as it leaves my belly with a little flick. This brief intrusion leaves me wanting more once again, and on top of it all the wet line painted on my body now turns cold, a line burning in me just how much of a helpless slut I currently am. I love it. But I still want more.

I don't have to wait for long. The wet streak on my belly doesn't even have time to dry that the hand is back to work, now fondling my right breast. My tit gets thoroughly kneaded before the hand slowly pulls back and grabs my nipple gently, rolling it between their index and thumb. My partner knows that my nipples are extremely sensitive, and as such I am really not a fan of nipple play since it quickly becomes more painful than pleasurable. It's not like I can do much to oppose but they know me and don't linger there too much. As soon as my nipple starts to harden a bit they let go and I feel their hand plunging one again in my sex. It seems they are going in with two fingers now, but I don't have much time to think about it because at the same time my left nipple is grabbed and made to harden in the same fashion as the other. I think it comes as granted, but all of this makes me moan like crazy pretty much non stop. I finally understand what is happening when the two fingers having it at my pussy retreat again and start to slather my now hardened nipple with the juices they're covered with. Just to add insult to this humiliating process, they release my left nipple and plunge their fingers again in my still very much wet pussy. Both of my nipples subject to this wet treatment, using my own body both as paint and canvas in this erotic and uncanny piece.

Of course there are no hands roaming my body anymore and all I'm left with is the cold sting on my hardened nipples, and an intense desire to cover my breasts. In my position the only option I have is to roll back on my belly. II attempt to do so with all my might, resolved to flip back on the first try. Just as my hands an feet leave the ground I am abruptly stopped in my movement by a hand that grabs my feet and keeps them firmly on the ground, keeping me down on my left side. I hear a a mischievous "tss, tss, tss" and next thing I know they're freaking blowing air on my chest. If the sensation was bad before I feel like I just had two ice cubes placed directly on my nipples and I start to moan an trash. Of course it's really not that bad, but the sensation mixed with the humiliation from the fact that they've used me against myself in this way is incredible. Soon enough the hand keeping me pinned moves from my feet to my hip, and a sudden warmth envelops my right nipple as their mouth encircles it, sucking and licking it clean of my own lubricant before doing the same to my left breast.

The lingering saliva still leaves a little sting, but it dries much quicker than the previous substance, and I'm now back to being even hornier that I was before, if that's even possible. I'm still nowhere close to be able to cum though, this part still entirely in someone else's hands. You might have noticed the fairly odd treatment I'm getting from my partner, or should I say the silent treatment. Of course this is by design, but it's not because they have a special way of domming. I suppose it does turn out like that in the end, but it's actually because they have absolutely no Dom instinct. On my part I'm a sub for sure. I suspect I might be a switch actually, but it's hard to test out without a sub for myself. My partner can improvise themselves as a Dom, but they are definitely no Sub. Of course they want to please me and indulge a bit in my fantasies, but every time they've tried the Dom game, it just doesn't work. There's a hesitation in the voice, or some kind of bad acting that leaks out even when they bark a single word order and I just can't get into subspace this way. In the end, this is what we came up with. No words, just actions. It's a delicate balance, we still have the "Mff", "Mff, Mff" code of course, but with me blindfolded and them completely silent, just playing with me, all is left the uncertainty and vulnerability of not knowing what comes next. There's also the added bonus of imagination. What better way to picture myself at the hands of some kidnapers waiting for a ransom than to be sure that a sudden familiar voice won't break the illusion!

In any case, the effect continues to bear fruit because I'm still completely tied up, strictly hogtied, mute, blindfolded and horny on the floor while they seem to be doing something near my feet. No ropes tighten or fingers brush me, and even worse, I hear their footsteps leave the carpet. I really hope they are not abandoning me again, I need something, anything. Suddenly I hear a buzzing I would recognize anywhere. They've just briefly turned on my magic wand. Yes, yes, yes! I moan and grind, I need them to come play with me! The footsteps disappear one again, muffled as they come back on the carpet. A rough hand pushes something between my tied legs near my knees. Folded and tightly strung as I am, they struggle a bit to push and pull a few ropes around my leg but I don't care, I know what they are doing. They're strapping the wand between my legs, yes!

To my delight they sneak a few squish on my breasts as they tie the wand to my right thigh with two ropes. When they turn it back on, they push down on it, making contact with my pussy. The vibrations hit immediately and I moan loudly as the heat finally steadily builds in me. This lasts about ten seconds until I'm right on the verge of exploding, and the pressure on my pussy suddenly goes away. At this point I've been teased so much I'm not even frustrated anymore, I'm just desperate to cum and whine as I rhythmically try to pull my hands free, even if I know the futility of this. I'm rewarded by a light slap on the side of my ass followed by a thump in the couch where my beloved probably intends to watch me suffer.

The wand is not even off, it's still there vibrating away, but since it's tied only on my right thigh, the head doesn't make direct contact with my pussy unless it's pushed between my legs. If I wasn't arched back to tight I could probably just bend a bit forward to have it make contact, but we all know how possible this is in my current situation. Still, rolling on my stomach should do the job to restore contact. I'd prefer to be made to cum directly by my beloved, but I know that at least one thing they really like about bondage is watching me reach climax while they can play with themselves, so the last I can do is give them a good show.

With the finish line so close, I take a swing again to roll myself back on my stomach, and... Get instantly stopped in my try. I don't understand what just happened. They didn't prevent me from rolling in the same way as before, I even hear a chuckle coming from the couch so what happened? I try again and same result, my feet barely leave the floor before they are yanked back by something. Then it clicks. A few moments ago I felt them fumble around my feet. They must have tied a rope to one of the rings on my feet and link it to some furniture further behind me. This rope now prevents me from rolling back on my stomach, fuck! I have a rough idea of where I am on the carpet and there's nothing behind me for a few meters, so I have to get closer to wherever this rope is tied to to get enough slack to roll back. Damn it! I was so close! I hear chuckles again from the couch as I trash again in my bonds to express my frustration. Above it all, the freaking wand is so close to me, so close to where I want it to be, teasing me just out of reach.

Resigned again I start to "crawl" as I've done a few time now. I roll my left shoulder to move backwards. This only makes me pivot, but maybe it managed to give me enough slack to be able to flip. I try and fail immediately. I have even less slack than before. I scream in frustration. The rope seems to be linked closer to my head so I'll have to move with my knees. This is much harder, and to make it even worse, every time I push with my knees the wand kind of bounces and makes just the tiniest contact with my pussy. They couldn't have planned to tie it this way if they tried, but it drives me absolutely crazy. I try to roll back a few times to test my progress. Still no success but at least I'm moving in the right direction. I'm totally working out a sweat now, the wand keeps teasing me and I don't know how long it finally takes me, my sense of time is not exactly working right, but I finally land on my stomach. The wand instantly presses back directly on my clit, the vibrations coursing straight through me. I try to hold myself back as long as I can, waves of pleasure build in me until I explode in an earth shattering orgasm. I can't even breathe as I cum long and hard, and just as I finally come down to earth, the vibrations stop.

I catch my breath as best as I can through when a pair of hand unclasp the ball from my gag and pulls it out of my mouth. The saliva that pooled in there flows down my chin and on their hand as they undo the chin strap, which enables them to completely remove the rest of my harness gag in one sift motion. My head slumps down towards the floor, but a hand lifts my chin back up and lips meet mine, kissing me deeply. I can't really reciprocate as well as I want to because my jaw feels like jelly, but they make up for it in passion. The blindfold is lifted, and I am greeted by the sight of my beloved in all their naked glory, in a thoughtful dimmed down light preventing me from being completely blinded after being in the dark for so long.

- "Well that was quite the performance there. I hope you still have a bit of energy left, I also want my share of fun", they say with a mischievous smile while they start to untie me...

The evening ended up in the bedroom, and boy did I sleep well that night.

End

Now that's a climax (pun intended) to a great story. Such detail, such a scenario, fantastic stuff

Amazing conclusion to an amazing story! Sounds like you two had a wonderful time!

saitamoob wrote: 1 month ago At first I started referring to my partner in gender neutral terms because I wanted to keep the story focused on me, but as I wrote I decided to keep doing it, not because they are gender fluid, but because I thought it could be interesting for the reader to decide if they prefer to imagine F/F or M/F.

I'd like to know how it ends up for the reader? Does it give you the liberty to fill in a few details and make the story a bit more to your liking or it ends up creating a sort of awkward distance with the text?

I love it, makes us -the reader- take an active part in the story, even if it's just a "simple" choice.

saitamoob wrote: 1 month ago Part 4 : Teased

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And this is why I love sensual domination.

Having (or not, as a sub) total control of Lust and desire, make the other crave, demand and plead for sexual release.

Astonishing conclusion!! I love everything, the bondage, the descriptions, the interactions and the ending. The gender-neutral partner was a marvellous detail.

Excellent story, very well written.