Stories of Tie Up Games

This is my first attempt at a story, I hope you all like it!


First Step: Part 1

I groan in exhaustion as I finally closed my calculus book. Galilo had been playing a sick trick on us when he invented it. I'm anxious for the weekend to start. I bought a new game earlier in the week and I was determined to play through it all weekend since I didn't have any other plans. I had to stay later than everyone else to finish up my homework so that I would be free. I finally stood to leave the classroom and walked out in the abandoned hall. The janitors were already pushing their brooms up and down the halls. I put my books into my backpack that was hung on the hook and was about to leave when I saw a folded piece of paper that I didn’t remember putting in there. I took it out and unfolded it. The words on the paper confused me. “I know your secret. Meet me in the boys basketball locker room after school.” -H.
They knew my secret? What secret? Despite my confusion, I started to worry. What did they know about me? Why did they ask me somewhere we would be all alone, whoever this H person was? Did they intend to blackmail me or something? I had no ideas as to what “secret” they could be referring to, but it didn’t sound like anything good. I checked my watch and the time read 4:00. I didn’t need to be home anytime soon since both of my parents worked late. Out of curiosity I put my backpack on my shoulder and walked down the halls towards my goal. I pushed the doors open and stepped outside. My school, East Hills High, was a small private school. So small that we didn’t even have separate locations for each grade. Elementary, middle school and high schoolers all, more or less, shared the same building; only separated by a few long halls.
The door I exited from let me out on the elementary side, where parents would line up in carline to pick up their kids at the end of each day. To my right was the separate building that the football and basketball players shared. It contained the weight room, the basketball court, and the locker rooms. I walked faster than I probably should have, anxious to find out what this was all about. Did they know about my crush, Haley? How could they? I’ve never spoken those words out loud, not even to my best friend. Or maybe they saw me discreetly pull the tiny slips of paper from under my watch in Economics that I used to cheat? I didn’t cheat gladly, but Coach Spears was relentless and didn’t really teach so much as he did give us the information all at once and let us figure it out for ourselves. I needed to pass. I shouldn’t have mentioned Haley; now that I had, images of her sprang into my mind. They were painful. I knew that I would be swinging way out of my league with her if I ever tried to talk to her. I wasn’t a bad looking guy, if not average. She, on the other hand, was something else entirely.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and I put my hand on the handle to the backdoor of the gym. I open it and step inside. The girls locker rooms were immediately to my right and the boys were just a few steps past it. Only the girls had practice today, and I could hear the sound of basketballs hitting the floor coming from farther down the hall. If I walked through the double doors at the end of the hall I’d be standing on the basketball court. That comforted me a little bit. Whoever H was, if they had the intention of hurting me in any way, at least there would be people nearby. I’d fight myself before I called for help, but at least it was an option. I stopped at the door to the boys room, and pulled it open without thinking. The walls were lined with the wooden cubbies that acted as seats and lockers respectively.
I glance around the room, but there isn’t anyone here. I scoff to myself. It’s entirely possible that someone was just playing a stupid prank on me so that I would waste my time on a pointless errand. I turn halfway around to leave when a female voice calls from inside the dark showers in the right corner of the room. “Austin?” I immediately freeze. That voice, that sounds as if was engineered from birth to torment me, hits my ears and I immediately turn to face the dark corner. I know that voice. Haley steps out of the darkness, rubbing her left arm with her right, looking shy. H is Haley? Why did she ask me here? It dawns on me that she must know about my pathetic crush on her. My face goes pale. She’s still dressed in her white polo, khaki pants and white Converse; the school dress code.
I used to hate the dress code. We could only choose between orange, blue or white polos. I didn’t mind the khakis as much. You could wear shorts or skirts too. Mostly I didn’t mind it since Haley often just wore khaki pants, and they were always tight on her ass. I’d get a look at it every chance I could get, and it would never fail to turn me on. Haley is a medium height, slim girl, about 5’7. She has dirty blonde hair, bordering brown, that’s naturally wavy and reaches down to about the middle of her back. Aside from her ass, I’d also catch myself looking at her chest whenever I could be sure she wouldn’t catch me. She’s actually lacking in this area, only having a B cup, but that didn’t make her any less alluring to me. The opposite. Every time I look at her she drives me crazy with her body, her voice, her brown eyes that look like melted chocolate. More than her looks, is how intelligent she is. Kind, warm, funny, sharp, honest.
She abruptly looks annoyed. “Are you just going to stare at me?” I realize that I’ve been watching her for far too long and refocus on her face. I drop my backpack to the floor and pull out the paper. “This was you, right?” What a stupid question. She’s here right now, isn’t she? Now she looks nervous again. “Yeah,” but she doesn’t say anything else. I look around anxiously. “Okay, so what secret do you know about me?” I’ve only asked her for the reason I’m here but her face is suddenly scarlet with embarrassment. I hadn’t been expecting this reaction. What does she have to be embarrassed about? She darts her eyes up at me then looks back at my feet. “I’ll tell you, but you have to turn around. I can’t do it with you staring at me like that.”
Absently I do as she asks without giving it too much thought. Behind me I hear her walk back to the showers, and she must grab a heavy bag because she sets it down on one of the lockers because I hear a thud then the sound of a zipper being pulled back. Abruptly the sound stops and her voice graces my ears again. “No peeking,” she commands firmly. I grin. I hadn’t intended to, but when I hear this girl so short compared to me, I’m 6’0, command me this way I can’t help but find it funny. “Yes ma’am.” That must satisfy her because she goes back to doing whatever it is she’s doing. I don’t wonder about it too much because I’m currently occupied with the joy that me and Haley are in the same place, together, and alone. This is all by her arrangement. My thoughts can’t help but leap to ridiculous outcomes that surely won’t happen. Like, her confessing her feelings for me. My chest flutters at the thought, the impossibility.
We’re nothing alike. She’s the captain of the quiz bowl team, I do archery. She’s popular and everyone likes her, whereas I mostly just sit alone at lunch. She has a thriving social life, I stay at home and watch anime. I’m not an unattractive person. I’m tall, with black hair and brown eyes just like her, but hers are infinitely more beautiful. I have a moderately strong physique, but nothing to write home about. I’m by all definitions average and different from her in every way. She could never be interested in someone like me. I’ve been so wrapped in my own self-assessment that her words startle me a bit. “Okay, you can turn around now.” Her tone catches my attention. I’ve never heard her voice sound like this, so unsure and something else that I can’t name but it’s laced with uncertainty and I think anticipation. I turn around and almost have a stroke.
Haley; kind, beautiful, hardworking, modest Haley is standing in front of me in a full set of black lace lingerie, with black stockings covering her bare feet that are connected to garter belts at her hips. I’m instantly hard, and my cock presses against my shorts. I must be dreaming, that’s the only explanation for what I’m looking at right now. Her face is bright scarlet again and she fidgets with her fingers as I take in her body. I spend so long looking at her body that it takes me a moment to register her other preparations. Multiple coils of rope lay bundled at her feet. Tape, leather belts of various lengths, cloth, sponges, a large blue ball gag, a whip, a paddle, nipple clamps; everything that I’ve ever dreamed of using on her is right in front of me. “I know that you like bondage,” she says as she turns and bends down to pick up one of the coils, giving me a good view of her ass. She straightens and glances at my face to gauge my reaction. Whatever she sees must satisfy her because her face has settled into a gentler red, and her eyes suddenly look hungry. She turns and plays with the rope in her hands. “And I want you to tie me up.”




Okay, so this is my first attempt writing this kind of thing. It’s a bit slow, but I can’t not build the world lol. As an author (soon to be…hopefully) I can’t abide it. Things will pick up drastically from here on. Big thanks to anyone who reads it! Comments and tips are always appreciated! -T

Good start. I think your writing is quite good. I would suggest a blank line between your paragraphs. That will make it easier to read.

It is easy to identify with Austin. Somehow, I feel he is going to find Haley more interesting than his computer game.

First Step: Part 2

I can’t have heard her correctly. She wants me to tie her up? She must be making a sick joke. Then my eyes lock on her heaving chest, her modest breasts, her smooth ivory skin. Then at the supplies, none of it fake, at her feet and I know that she isn’t joking. She really means it. “How do you know about that?” Is the only thing I can think to say. I had been so careful. No one knows about this. Not my parents, my sister, my short list of friends; not even the babysitters I had growing up who I almost asked to try it with me. How could she have possibly figured it out? She darts her eyes away from me, looking a bit guilty. “You left your phone unlocked after school one day when you headed back inside to grab a book that you had forgot. I got nosy and looked through it.” She twists the rope in her hands. “I saw what you had written about me in your notes.” Oh. She knew everything then. Everything that I wanted to do to her.

I had resigned myself to admiring her from a distance long ago, so writing stories about her was my one method of release. My imagination, and the images I’d conjure of her in my mind at night could only take me so far. Now her lips stretch into a slight grin. “Turns out that you awakened something in me that I didn’t even know existed.” Her expression is suddenly crumpled with worry. “I’m really sorry, I know that was crossing a line, but I just wanted to know more about you!” She stops and looks down at her feet, then darts her eyes up to meet mine again. “I suppose you’ll want to punish me, right?” The shock of this scene abruptly stops all at once, and changes to a thrill of excitement and lust. If she’s offering me this, I have to take it before she can change her mind. I take a step towards her and her breathing hitches. I crouch and analyze the supplies to ratchet up her anticipation. “You’re right, you did cross a line.” I take the rope from her hands and uncoil it, “And you will be punished.” Her eyes flare at my words. “Do your worst,” she says defiantly. I stand and grab her wrist, pinning one arm behind her back and forcing her against the lockers. She gasps at the action, but I was careful not to hurt her. That will come later. “I intend to,” I say into her ear, and I feel her body shudder.

I release my hold on her. “Get on your knees,” I order. She obeys, only slowly. This was in one of my stories; how I would give her an order and she would obey but do it so slowly that it would result in a whipping. Is she giving me a free pass to do everything I had written about her? Is she giving me permission to fuck her? That’s how most of the stories ended, after all. My pulse speeds at the thought, but I shove it down so that I can be present. I’ll think about it after I play with her a little bit. I get on one knee and pull her hands behind her back, and place them wrist to wrist. She doesn’t resist one bit. How many times have I dreamed of simply touching her? Of holding her hand? Now she’s putting herself completely at my mercy. “So, I awakened something in you, did I?” I ask as I loop the ropes around her wrists efficiently. Technically, this is the first time I’ve ever tied someone up, but I’ve watched so many videos, seen so many scenes in TV shows and movies throughout the years that I know what to do. She laughs breathlessly. “Yeah. I had never even dreamed of something like this until I read what you wrote…about me.”

She sounds like she can’t believe that anybody would think of her like that. Like she isn’t the most alluring person I’ve ever met. I knot the cords and reach for another bundle and begin to unroll it. “Can you get out of that?” I ask, focused on my work. She struggles for a moment, trying to pull her wrists apart. Then she tries to pull them out of the ropes altogether. When that fails, she tries to bring her hands to her mouth to get at the knot with her teeth; without success. “No, sir.” She says in a resigned voice, not sounding at all disappointed that she failed to escape. “Good.” I push her elbows together roughly until they’re touching and she gasps. “Luckily you’re pretty flexible. Well, lucky for me, anyway. You’ll be regretting it before I’m done with you.” “I doubt it,” she says, her chest rising and falling slightly faster than before. In just a few moments I tie the knot in place and she struggles to move her arms.

Fuck is she hot. This is better than anything I ever could have imagined on my own. My shorts get tighter around my cock as I watch her struggle. “This is so hot,” she says as she tries even harder to escape. I grab the ropes at her elbows and pull her body against mine. I may never get this chance again, so I intend to make the most of it. I place my lips against her neck and kiss her. Her skin is so smooth. She sighs at my sudden action and leans back against me of her own desire now. I bring my hand up to her tits and grope them through the fabric. She moans at my touch and that only encourages me. I plant kisses down her neck, her back, and pinch her nipple hard until I pull an aroused cry out of her. “Mmm. Stop playing with me and hurry up,” she begs. “I’m dying here.” I grin as I bite her neck, pulling another moan from her mouth. “You should be careful with what you say. I’m keeping a tally in my head, of exactly how much to punish you. Wouldn’t want to go past your limit now would we,” I tease. I intend on doing exactly that, regardless of what she says. “Fuck you,” she says obstinately. Another story, where she fought against everything I did to her, but she was powerless to stop me. I pull her to her feet and push her backwards so she’s sitting in one of the lockers.

She might as well be drooling with anticipation. I grab three more bundles of rope and start working on her ankles, knees and thighs. I can’t resist running my fingers over her soles lightly and she giggles and squirms, trying to get away from my hands. I stop after a moment, though, intent on finishing her bondage. “Well, is it everything you were hoping for?” Please let the answer be yes. “Not yet,” she says honestly, “but I’m sure it will be by the end.” She bites her lip, knowing how it will affect me. I start tying the ropes faster, knotting them tighter than the ones on her elbows and wrists. She grunts as I tie the last knot. “They’re so tight.” She doesn’t sound the least bit displeased. I stand and put one hand over her head so I can lean over her. Her face turns a darker shade of red. I just stare at her for a minute in all her glory. How can a body, already so sexy, be so fucking erotic just because of a few ropes? It’s getting hard to hold myself back now. She looks at my shorts, at the bulge, and her eyes get hungry again. “Do you want me to please you, sir?” “Jumping the gun a little, aren’t we?” I reach out and pull her black bra down to reveal her breasts, her nipples already erect. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about touching these?”

I want to touch them, and I’m sure she does to, but denying her right now is better than giving her what she wants; what she’s expecting. She blushes at having her body even more exposed. I reach my hand down and go between her thighs and press two fingers against her clit. She moans in pleasure, and I rub it for a few seconds, torturing her. I pull my hand back and rub my wet fingers together in front of her. “You’re already this wet and I haven’t even started yet? What a slut.” Her face is outraged, and desperate. “Please,” she begs. “Please what?” A whine forms in the back of her throat and her voice becomes even more exasperated. “Please make me cum!” I grin. “Sorry, I’m not so kind as to just give in immediately. But don’t worry, I’ll help you help yourself.” I pull her to her feet again and grab another coil of rope. I wrap it around her waist and pull the rope between her pussy. I give it a hard tug when it’s behind her back and she moans loudly. So many times I had imagined what sounds she would make like this; I never thought she could make a sound this lewd. Abruptly her hands reach back and find the imprint of my dick on my shorts. They start to fumble awkwardly, trying to stroke it, but she can’t quite get the movement right with her hands tied. I groan, letting her have her way for a moment, then I yank her crotch rope again. She yelps in pain and pleasure, and she loses her focus. Her hands still and I move away from them. “You’re being very bad. Are you so horny, so starved for attention that you’re willing to touch someone you barely know? To expose yourself to them? I bet you’d like to flash people in public just to get off, wouldn’t you?” I tie the knot tightly behind her back, and the rope digs into her panties.

“That’s not true,” she says softly, sounding like she’s lost in bliss. I’d like to do a chest harness as well, but I’m not sure that I can replicate that one yet. “Try and get out while I decide exactly what I want to do with you.” I sit down on the seat I just pushed her into a moment ago and absently rub myself while I watch her. She hops around the room, trying from every angle to get the ropes to budge. The crotch rope is a major impediment. She has to stop multiple times as waves of pleasure hit her. Her breathing gets shallower and her cheeks flush in exertion and arousal. After about five minutes she gives up trying to escape and starts grinding her hips against the rope, trying to find release. She rolls on the floor, trying to find the best angle to pleasure herself. She starts to moan louder and louder, but she won’t be able to make herself cum before she exhausts herself. She glances at me every now and again, and after locking eyes with me, she starts grinding her hips even faster. She breathes short and shallow as she brings herself closer to cumming, but I was right before, it won’t be enough. Her face becomes desperate. “Please, I’m begging you. Make me feel good.”

Her words pull me from my seat. I lift her up from where she’s lying on the ground and pull her onto my lap. She grinds her ass into my dick, trying to goad me into action. I reach for the tape and two sponges, sliding them into her both of hands. She realizes what I’m doing and she closes her hands around the sponges, gripping tight. Without a word I start wrapping tape around her hands until they’re both completely encased. She couldn’t escape now if she tried. She gives a small laugh layered with arousal. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t want me to go anywhere.” I rip the tape off and throw it aside, not intending to use it again. I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze, pulling her head back so that it’s lying against my shoulder. Her skin is slightly sweaty from all the struggling she’s been doing and I revel in the feeling against my hands. “I’m glad you’re having fun. I wish I could be as distracted as you. Clearly, you don’t understand what’s happening here.” I squeeze tighter, and I feel her swallow hard. “What’s happening?” She asks, with anticipation and a touch of fear. I bring my teeth to her ear and bite down hard. She squeals loudly, and bucks against her crotch rope.

“I’m about to bring you into a world of pain and pleasure, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” Her breathing is so shallow that I almost miss her words. “I want it.” Before I continue I need to clarify with her. Despite the performance I’m putting on for her now, I need her to say the words I need to hear before let myself loose. I release my hold on her neck and she gasps for air. I turn her face to look at me and it’s red again. I put my hand to the side of her face. This gentle action surprises her, and she leans into my touch which thrills me. She really wants me to touch her. “I don’t know what I’m allowed to do,” I say, my own arousal making my voice sound husky. She looks at me in slight confusion for a moment, then she gives a smile so soft and inviting that my heart aches. “Do whatever you want to me. I won’t complain, no matter what it is.” Now she looks intently into my eyes, trying to communicate her intentions. “Anything you want.” She lays the invitation out for me. “I want it.” The green flag goes down. I set her back on the locker’s seat so that she’s facing me. I put my hands to her tits and start groping them. She whimpers at the touch. “If that’s what you want then I’ll just have to do my best to satisfy you, won’t I?” “Yes!” She says louder than she intended.

“Before we start, is there anything in particular that you want? Anything that you want me to do?” I never stop kneading her breasts and she can barely focus on my question. “I” she swallows then forces the words out, stronger this time. “I want you to gag me. Really gag me. I don’t want to be able to make a sound.” I slide one hand to her pussy and press on it again and she bucks at my touch. Her eyes focus on me sharply. “And I want you to make me cum!” She all but shouts. I grin wickedly. “I can do that.” I grab the last sponge and hold it to her mouth. She opens her mouth eagerly to receive it but I don’t put it in. She looks at me confused. “Beg for it.” She blushes in embarrassment, but her lust wins out in the end. “Please, gag me, sir.” I shove the sponge into her mouth roughly and she moans at the intrusion. “Just remember, you asked for this.” I intend to gag her extremely thoroughly, just like she wants. I have a feeling, though, that our definitions of thorough are very different. I bend down and pull her stockings off her feet. It’s hard working them past the ropes but after a minute or two I manage to get them off. “Mmphh? Wrrr yn dnng?” Her muffled words as like music.

More than once I’ve caught myself watching her lips in class while she spoke, wondering what sounds she would make if she was gagged. Now I can hear it all for myself. I push the sponge deeper into her mouth with my finger. She actually gags and I’m abruptly anxious, but after she composes herself, her eyes are even hungrier than before; small tears leaking out of them. I really might have awakened a demon. I grin, “You asked for this.” I ball up her stockings and push them into her mouth, forcing the cloth to take up most of the remaining space. Her cheeks bulge. Then I reach down and grab the blue ball gag that must be at least four inches big. I look at her packed mouth with doubt. Will she really be able to handle this? She must see the indecision on my face because she says as loudly as she can, “Pllsss gg nmm srr.” Fuck she’s going to drive me crazy. Now I’m wishing that I had taken her up on her offer to please me. “Patience,” I think to myself. She’s so tempting though, her chocolate sultry eyes locked on me this way. Waiting for me to continue her bondage, waiting for me to take whatever freedom she has left. I glance at the ground and take note of a few items that I didn’t notice at first. A vibrator, a blind fold, and a black leather collar with a leash attached. I hang the ball gag around my belt loop.

I glance back at her and smirk. “So tell me, did you go out and buy all this stuff just for me to use it on you? I doubt you bought all the right things the first time.” Her puffy cheeks start to glow again. “You probably bought a lot of things and tested them all out on yourself at some point, right? To see if you really liked it. Not all at once, though, I’m sure.” She turns her head slightly away from me, and I know I’ve hit my mark. I step quickly towards her and pull her chin back so she can only look at me, the collar and leash in my free hand. “You were probably thinking, “Being gagged can’t be that exciting.” Or, “The ropes will hurt my skin.” Her eyes are locked on me again, and I place the collar around neck and tighten it. “I bet you were shocked at how much of a horny bitch you turned out to be. More than that, I bet you fingered yourself while thinking about me doing something like this to you, didn’t you?” “Ynn cnt prvv ny ff tht!” She tries to shout defiantly while shaking her head. I attach the leash to the metal ring on the collar and abruptly yank her towards me.

I like this better than if I were using my hands; less chance that I could accidently hurt her. “You shouldn’t lie. It’s the ninth commandment after all.” I pause, “Well, in essence, anyway.” Her chest rises and fall rapidly and I bring her closer and closer to my face. “If you wanted me so badly, all you had to do was ask.” I say this to tease her, but there’s also a tinge of truth to this. She didn’t have to go this far for a first introduction like this. She could have worked up to it. Dated me for a little while, decided if she really wanted to try it. I joked about it earlier, and I thought she was too, but she really means it. I awakened something in her; not just the world of bondage, but the desire to be dominated by me as well. I pull her mouth towards mine I press my lips against her stretched ones. She reacts immediately, eagerly moving her lips against mine as much as she can, her eyes closed. “Pfnk ynnn srr.” She says behind the packing.

I pull the ball gag from my belt loop. As I move my mouth away from hers I push it into all the remaining space that her mouth will allow. “nmmm! rnnnt ck hrmm!” Her words come out even more unintelligible than before. I buckle the strap tightly behind her head and she moans deep in her throat in pleasure. I move my hand to her panties, but I’ve barely touched them when I feel how wet she is. The crotch rope is saturated with her juices, and despite her panties being black, there’s a visible wet spot on the front. She absently rubs her thighs together, rubbing the rope deeper into her pussy. I grab the rope and start to pull upwards. Her lips move around the gag, but the small squeal that escapes her is so pathetic and lewd that I can’t hold back anymore. “Time for me to have some fun.”





Here's part 2! I don't know how long I want this go on for, but I've got a few ideas so we'll see! Comments and tips are greatly appreciated! -T

You are doing great. Just don't stop.

Great indeed! Hope they're going to get surprised so he has to shove her in a locker!

For ongoing stories, use the original topic for any continuations.

Hi @Suspect_number_seven

Welcome to the world of TUG writers. You have a nice approbation from GreyLord.

The last line made me wonder at the privacy of the boy's locker room. What if the janitors came in to clean? What if the girl's basket ball team heard noises and decided to investigate? Would Austin end up being charged? (And Haley left frustrated).

Haley has enough equipment that she must try self bondage somewhere. She looks like a woman with an 'need'.

Keep at the story, I want to see how it progresses. I suspect the whole story will be quite enjoyable.

You might consider lightening up on the description of the setting unless the components (eg., where students are picked up after school) are going to be significant later on. A lot of writing (and reading) to get to the TUG part.

BTW, Galileo brought us Rings.

ST

Great start - glad that our hero didn't go home and start gaming instead!

Really enjoying this - keep it up!

I love your story!! The dynamic between the captor and the captive is very well narrated, and the tale is very enjoyable.

I wonder if that place will be used by some athletes in the next minutes, and how Austin is going to manage that.