Stories of Tie Up Games

I spent that week away for work with good meetings and some boring ones, oh, so boring but I managed to get back early on friday afternoon. I did not expect Sophie to be home but that was an opportunity to have some rest and may be to cook. Which I did. Keeping an eye on my phone while getting close to 7 P.M. Ah, she doesn't like being late but she use to be, often, and I hoped she would arrive soon. Damn! it was friday!

So, everything was almost done when I received her first text message:

(Sophie) Home?

(Me) Yes, I am. Just waiting for you, honey. Arriving soon?

(Sophie) Well... I couldn't text you before. I'm a little tied up at work.

(Me) Ah, ah! Hands in front I guess

(Sophie) WDYM?

(Me) Play on words. You said tied up but you're texting, so... Sorry, forget that.

(Sophie) ^^

(Me) So what's up? Revolution at the library? Printer attack?

(Sophie) I'll explain later. It's restarting. Don't wait for me. Sorry.

How disappointing. I did not expect to be home alone that evening. And to have lunch watching TV. Unfortunately, my experience in decoding the Sophie-language was telling me that there was little chance I could see her tonight. I did my best but I was so tired that fell asleep on the sofa. Woke up at 10 P.M. and still alone. So I got to bed.

The next day, I woke up early. She was there, sleeping next to me. I did my best not to wake her up, having my shower and dressing downstairs. I was having a coffee sitting in the kitchen when she arrived one hour later, hugging me from behind and kissing my cheek.

- I'm sooooo sorry honey.

Was I angry? Well, kinda. Between angry and upset. I just grunted.

- And you had cooked!

Grunt. Again.

She was wearing her white satin bathrobe. Bare feet. I grabbed her and made her sit on my knees. And eventually smiled.

- Yeah, I did. You're favourite meal but you don't know how good it was!

Started to rub her legs, arm and... She passed her hand on my hair.

- Apologies. A thousand apologies. I told you, I was stuck at work and...

- No, no. You wrote you were tied up at work.

- Wh...

- Tied up at home would have been more... interesting, isn't it?

She started to smile and I felt her hand reaching my crotch and rub that rock hard thing inside my pants. Then she bent forward and kissed my mouth before she asked:

- Do we need rope?

- A lot of rope.

- Tape?

- Probably

- Scarves?

- Depends...

- Depends on what?

- How long you stay tied and where

As we talked, I could see her nipples pointing through her open bathrobe. I was turned on, ready to lick them. She was too, that was obvious as she unbuttonned my pants and got my cock in her hand.

- May be we could...

Oh, no. That was too easy. So I grabbed her wrists and pushed her back and we both stood up.

- You won't avoid it, honey.

- I wasn't tr...

- I'll give you a little time to think about all this. Go and get dressed. Something comfortable, I'd suggest.

She was about to say something but instead smiled and left. Meanwhile, I went to pick up stuff to tie her up.

It didn't take long before she was back, wearing the black shiny leotard and white dancing tights I love so much, that's not latex but it's very sexy, and her hair was tied in a small bun.

I guess this is for me, she just said, pointing at the chair I had placed in the middle of the living, and sat before I answered.

I knelt in front of her, holding a roll of brown packing tape, and started tying her, widely taping her ankles to the chair legs, then her thighs with a large band of tape going under the seat. Sophie was quietly looking at me, not the least bit worried, not testing the ties at all, just waiting. When ordered, she raised her arms, hands on top of her head. I moved behind her and started to tape her waist to the back of the chair, just below her breasts down to her belly button, and she let me do.

I just heard a surprise gasp after I brought her hands down behind the chair and locked the hinged steel cuffs on her wrists. Too bad I couldn't see her face at that time.

- Something to say?

She shook her head.

- Good girl.

And from behind I started fondling her shoulders, her neck, her chin, slowly going down to her breasts. Her tits were pointing through her leotard. She bending her head backwards, breathing loudly, her lips slightly opened, eyes closed. I was so excited: I needed to kiss her. But she whispered

- Gag me.

Opened her eyes and looked at me.

- Please, gag me.

How could I refuse? So, I did, wrapping that packing tape around her head, five times, nice and tight and she did not resist. She seemed to enjoy that thick ugly gag. Oh, my! I did too: she looks so sexy, bound and gagged, eyes closed. She just needed one more thing, this white scarf I had prepared and folded into a band, tied over her eyes.

"Comfy?" I asked.

She nodded.

- Good.

And I restarted fondling her breasts, belly, reaching her pussy with one hand while the other was rubbing her gagged mouth. She mmmmphphphmmmmed softly. I pushed on her chin, kissed the gag and licked it. I felt her wiggling and heard the cuffs making little noise.

- Shshshsh... You're so pretty, darling, helpless.

I had in mind to leave her for a while. I walked away or pretend I walked away but actually after I found the round-tipped scissors, I stayed there, standing close without making a noise for five minutes or so. Don't know if she knew it. She seemed not, slightly moving her head or wrists or feet from time to time, breathing slowly.

But she was so cute, so exciting. Eventually I drew another chair next to her, sat and moved my hand towards her.

"Gagged", I whispered, passing the tips my fingers over the tape on her mouth.

Then I moved my hand to her boobs, started to fondle them before I grabbed one after the other and kept rubbing them. Finally she let me hear some muffled sounds of pleasure. Or what I understood as pleasure.

Going down, I reached her pussy and continued using my fingers. All tied to the chair. She could hardly move but her cuffed hands behind and her head. Her mmMMMmmfff got louder.

"You know, honey, my first idea was to keep you there all day long. Not on the chair, no. I could have tied you standing against the post under the porch with that lovely ballgag harness you like."

Her noises got louder. I kept fingering her. So wet.

"Next, you would have been hogtied on the kitchen table for instance. Or simply locked somewhere, a closet upstairs may be, all quiet."

She let a loud and long MMMMmmmm! There, she came! I was pretty sure. And glad so see this wave of pleasure going though her whole body.

With the scissors, I cut her tape-gag and removed it all. Still she was blindfolded. And started to beg for my cock. "Please" she said.

That very cock was hard like a rock, almost painful in my pants, and to be honest I was up for a little blowjob. "Pleeeaase" she said again

- You can tie me as much as you want but please, ...

I stood and opened my pants

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I am. The porch, the attic, whatever.

I was surprised how she was craving for it. For sure she's always liked giving bj, but that way!?! So I got my cock closer to her mouth and let her find it (6th sense?) and take it. Warm, sweet, wet. Was my time to make some noise. Oh my! And she made it long, very long. Twice, I was about to cum but she almost stopped then restarted until I couldn't hold it anymore and quickly removed the scarf she was blindfolded with from her head so she could spit into.

She looked exhausted but also delighted. I was too. I put back my pants before I passed behind her to remove the cuffs. For a few seconds, I think she imagined she'd be free quickly but a deal is a deal. So as she started to massage her wrists, I pulled her arms back behind her and wrapped this white cotton rope around several times.

"Oh, no! Seriously?!?" she just complained, wiggling, but to be honest she did not resist that much so I was able to turn around her wrists four or five times and cinch a knot between them.

Then I started cutting her ankles and thighs only free. By keeping her waist taped to the back of the chair, I was pretty sure she would cause no trouble while I was tying her legs with more rope, ankles crossed, below and above the knees Oh, nice and tight! She squirmed and grunted. I remember she said "You will pay for this" or so, but she never said "Untie me!".

When done, I cut the tape around her waist and started to rummage through our kinky bag, looking for some tape, orange tape! that'd be perfect, I though when I found it. Meanwhile, she was trying to see and was asking "What are you doing?" but stopped when I began tearing off the tape with my teeth, three long pieces. It changed to "No, no, no, you don't need to do that" then something like "I'll be quiet, I promise" then she simply closed her lips and let me apply the tape over, so one could guess her lips forming a frowning-face under.

Sophie was staring at me, if her eyes could have shot bullets, I'd have passed away, I thought. But no more sound, no grunt, no MMMmmmmphphph at all. I helped her stand on her feet, leaned forward and threw her on my shoulder. Then we moved to the hall. I opened the closet and put her down there under the few coats that were hanging.

- See you later?

And I closed the door as she launched some muffled screams.

- You said you'd be quiet. Enjoy!

Very good story!! I like the descriptions of your interactions between eachother. I hope you post more of your experiences.

wow!, fantastic story, i loved reading the interactions between you and her, very descriptive

Love it!

Enjoyed reading it. Will there be more?

Thank you all for your kind feedback. I'm glad you liked it.

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tugtourist wrote: 5 days ago Enjoyed reading it. Will there be more?

I'm afraid no, this particular story is over, the rest would be quite boring for most people here - apart from the untying, it has nothing to do with bondage.

But I'm thinking about other kinky moments that would be worth writing into a story for this forum.