Stories of Tie Up Games

And so, Ladies and Gentlemen the promised sequel to 'My Next Door Neighbours Panties.' Although this story can be read alone, without reading that one, as the first part does consist of a short summary of that tale.






A delicious ‘snap’ echoed around the room signifying the end of my freedom, and deliverance into the sexual captivity of my female companion here. For it was the sound of her tying the last of my four limbs to her four corner bedposts, of securing my body, in a manner that I would not be allowed to escape from, spread-eagled to her furniture, ready for her to sexually ravish in any way that she chose, with me having absolutely no say in just how she intended to go about that now. Just who was she then, and how come I had permitted her to make me her complete carnal captive?

Her name is Bridget, and she lives in the house next door to mine. I suppose that’s the easy bit, but it doesn’t begin to answer why I’m tied to her bed, does it? Let’s get some more of the simple stuff out of the way, we’re both single, with neither of us currently engaged in any sort of relationship here, so nobody is being betrayed here at all. Why don’t you form one between yourselves then, I hear you all ask, what’s stopping you? After all, she was just about to shag my brains out!

The truth is that I had no intentions of ended up in her bed when I’d entered her house earlier on that day, just as she had no plans for things to get this far. For she had duped me, she had turned off, quite deliberately, the water feed of her washing machine, and asked me to look at said machine, claiming it was mal functioning, which of course, was ‘self-inflicted.’ In order to get me into her home. And her intentions, at this point of time did not yet extend to taking me to her bed, let alone me tying to it, just teaching me a ‘lesson.’

Perhaps there’s something I need to explain here, one factor that hasn’t been mentioned yet, Bridget was considerably older than me, having passed her fortieth birthday, whereas I had to reach my twenty-fifth. Also, she had already, unsuccessfully, tasted the joys of matrimony. But, as for me, I had yet to accompany a woman in bed, yes, I was still a virgin.

These days with so much porn available on the internet, it’s possible for a young man, such as myself, to gain some sexual ’desires’ virtually, if not actually. And I had developed a taste for classy female lingerie, I loved looking at photographs of Ladies thus adorned, if only on the screen as it were. Meanwhile Bridget, who is extremely good looking, if not ultra-sexy, if you see what I mean, also had, acquired an appetite for such clothing, obviously for real, she clearly regularly wore such apparel as evidenced upon her washing line, much to my delight naturally.

Despite my best efforts to be discreet, she soon noticed this, and decided to have some ‘light-hearted’ fun at my expense. Please, bear in mind that we’ve most certainly not addressing a viscous or evil person here in any way, and her plans for me can be best described as mischievous rather than nasty at all.

Anyway, she laid a trap for me, one that resulted in me ‘swiping’ a pair of her satin panties, which of course she fully clocked. As my ‘punishment’ therefore, after luring me into her property as described above, she confronted me about my theft of her underwear, frightening me by threatening to expose my ‘crime,’ into stripping off my own clothing, putting me into some of hers, dressing me in stockings and a suspender belt, then tying me to her dressing table stool. With a pair of her panties shoved into my mouth, and another pair over my head, with the gusset right by my nose. Both of these having been ‘prepared beforehand, in the best ‘Blue Peter’ tradition, by her inducing a climax whilst still wearing them!

My sentence therefore was to ‘worship’ her remaining panties, tied to her stool, unable to escape as she ‘played’ with my sexual tools via the satin that all of her panties were manufactured from. However, although this particular ‘tune’ was being conducted as per her whim, it was only me who was deriving any real sexual pleasure from such activity. This being the point then, contrary to her initial intentions, that she decided to move things onto her bed. But she still wanted to retain full control of the situation, she had no plans of allowing me in say in just how matters were to proceed, especially when I, truthfully, informed her that I’d never been to bed with a woman before, and was a virgin at that point of time.

As for me, well I recognised several undeniable ‘truths’ here. That being under the control of a female, allowing her to ‘call all of the shots,’ permitting her to place me within her captivity, whether it meant been tied to a stool or a bed, really turned me on, exciting me beyond measure. As the realisation that if I was totally inexperienced when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, the same accusation could not be levelled at my companion here, why not tap into that knowledge and let her dictate matters, after all, she knew just what she was doing whilst I clearly did not?

Therefore, her suggestion that when she invited me onto her bed, that meant with me being securely tied to it, was no problem whatsoever as far as I was concerned, which I was perfectly happy to let her know. I also was totally honest with her about my virginal status, which if anything made her eyes simply widen with lust, as if she simply relished the challenge that was presented to her here, the ‘blank canvas’ that she was being gifted.

I made no attempt to escape when I’d been released from the dressing table stool, even when Bridget had completely untied me, willingly laid down, centrally on her bed, spreading myself out in the spread-eagled form that she asked me to adopt. “You want this, don’t you?” She enquired with a gentle voice.

“Yes, I do, Mistress Bridget, I want this, and I want you! Although to be more accurate I want to be had by you. You’re SO sexy, after all!” Like me, she was also suspender clad, but her stockings were held up by a beautiful satin basque, as opposed to a mere belt.

“Even though I’m much older than you?”

“So what? All I see is a sexy Lady whose eyes betray the fact that she wants this, and me, as much as I do, if not more. Tie me to your bed and make me yours!”

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you!” She then picked up the two bondage ropes she had used to bind me to her stool, fetching two more from a drawer mounted within a chest of such. “I’m now going to tie you to this bed, as you just asked me to, and then you’ll be MINE! Totally at my mercy and, believe me, I’m not in any mood to display any of that particular commodity! I’m going to now shag you into utter oblivion, and possibly beyond. And don’t forget, at the end of the day that you ASKED for this!”

She was swiftly by my left wrist, and within seconds it was crystal clear that her boasts of knowing just what she was doing were revealed as being not empty at all. Just like when she had bound me to her stool, her rope skills shone through, I knew I could trust that her bonds, although totally secure and utterly inescapable, were completely safe, meaning I wouldn’t be subjected to any harm at all. Which just added to the excitement being generated here. Bridget moved around her bed, pausing to do the ‘necessary’ at each corner, so by the time she returned to my other arm, both of my ankles were already imprisoned.

Which meant, as she confined that second arm of mine that I now completely belonged to the bed. And, as it was owned entirely by her, then so was I. She could now do anything she liked to me and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop her. I WAS HERS! And I can honestly say that I had never been so turned on or sexually excited before in my entire life, as my cock, now giving the appearance of a complete ramrod, clearly demonstrated.

I mean mere words can’t describe just how much I wanted to be exactly in the situation that I now found myself. The complete captive of a woman, one who clearly knew precisely what she was doing in bed and was obviously going to now unleash those skills upon me, with there being nothing I could do to stop her. I was about to lose my virginity, and in some style!

“Oh, Mistress Bridget, please shag me! Backwards, forwards and any other direction that you care to think of. Please, show me NO mercy!”

“Brave words my Darling. Let’s see if you’re quite so excited after a few hours in my hands, shall we? Because, and be in NO doubt about this, you’re not going anywhere until I’ve finished with you here! I’m not going to stop unless you beg me to and even then, I might not do so, demanding yet more sex from you. From this moment onwards you are simply ‘Bridget’s bondage baby’ tied inescapably to my bed, and subject to my every whim. You are my toy, my pet, my sexual plaything and boy, are we now going to have sex? After all, you’re now in the complete hands and power of your ultimate ‘Scarlet Women!” Not sure if that was a reference to the red shade of lingerie that we were both adorned in, her position as my undisputed Mistress, or possibly both of these factors here!

Mind you, if she was referring to the colour of the satin and nylon present here, she had no plans to allow me to enjoy it. No, she was going to ravish me in complete darkness, as she went back to her drawer and returned holding a blindfold, not in red incidentally, but in black, as she explained. “Sorry Darling, but I don’t have one of these in red, so this black one will have to do, although I don’t suppose that’s going to matter anyway from your point of view, oops sorry, pardon the pun, as this sex that I’m about to subject you to will be in complete darkness as far as you are concerned.”

On it went, and once Bridget had placed it into position over my eyes, as she had stated my world turned into complete darkness. Whatever she planned to subject me to now would be felt alone and not observed at all. Making the prospect even more exciting!

And so, it started. Bridget climbed ‘aboard,’ if you like, kicking off proceeding by attacking my lips with hers, remember up until very recently I’d had a pair of her panties shoved inside of my mouth, and I can say with total honesty that I’d never before been subjected to a kiss like it in my entire life to date. Completely full of passion and implied menace, suggesting a very torrid, but thoroughly exciting time to come as her captive.

It's often said that one’s first sexual experience can often be very dis-appointing, particularly if both participants are virgins when they climb into bed with each other, with neither of them really knowing just what to do. But in my case, there was never any chance of that with the highly skilled Bridget as my sexual partner, I might well have had no experience to draw upon, but she had more than enough ability between the sheets to fully compensate for that!

For the first time in its life so far, my rampant cock, which had never been so hard before, entered the delicious world of a female womanhood, an absolutely soaking wet pussy, as Bridget slid her organ over mine. Absolutely divine!

She held it there, not moving for some time, as her vaginal muscles clamped upon it. “Feels good doesn’t it Darling? Even better than the satin of my panties, because THIS is the real thing! You might have well waiting for your first time, but now you’ll be ‘opening your account’ with the very best, you’re starting right at the very top! By the time I’ve finished with you today, I’ll have totally blown your mind, and here tied to my bed there’s nothing you can do to interrupt me. Not that you’ll want to, I suggest that you simply enjoy yourself, not that you’ll have any choice in the matter as you’re subject to the bondage of Bridget!”

And I believed every word, my body overcome with anticipation with being subject to a real ‘sexperience’ at the hands of, somebody I already knew was a total ‘Mistress of the craft!”

Bridget started slowly, gently she lifted her body, and therefore her pussy, before slamming it down again, but all of the time she was gradually accelerating the ferocity of these cycles until she was really pumping me. ‘So, THIS is sex,’ permeated throughout my mind as she continued. And there was no doubt about her claims, she knew exactly what she was doing, and I fully realised what a privilege it was to be sharing a bed with such a skilled lover. Her actions were definitely beginning to take effect, and in the best way possible, I was being introduced to the pleasures of the flesh by this total ‘sexpert!’

Oh, believe me, those actions of hers were beginning to take effect ‘down there’ make no mistake about it. Pressure was beginning to build up, a sensation I’d never tasted before of course. As she continued to ride me so did the pleasant emotions that resulted, until for the first time in my life ecstasy paid me a visit. And she didn’t just ‘pop in for a chat,’ she gave me all her attention!

Suddenly the passions that were being constructed amongst my balls shot right through my cock and into my tormentor’s womanhood, accompanied by waves of pure bliss which swept within my whole form. I’d just discovered the pure joy that sex can bring for a human body, and as Bridget had claimed, her level of pure competence had ensured that my first tangle with these emotions was to a very high standard indeed! My cries echoing that level of ecstasy rapidly filled the room.

But they were far from alone. One of the most outstanding aspects of Bridget’s carnal abilities was her uncanny knack of timing things just right, of delivering a climax for both of us almost simultaneously, and this first time proved to be no exception. As my own oral emissions commenced, suddenly there was an almost primeval scream as her body froze, totally motionless for a moment, before she began to shake, virtually uncontrollably for a period. I think it’s fair to say that she enjoyed that one! As did I

When she was capable of controlling her body once more, her lips again attacked mine, with a level of lust even greater than before, if that’s possible, before she assessed just what had just happened. “Wow, thank you Darling, it’s been a long time! And, of course, your first. I promised you it would be good with Bridget, didn’t I, and judging by your cries of joy I rather suspect that I didn’t let you down!”

“No, you certainly didn’t Bridget!” Notice that I forgot to address her as ‘Mistress,’ but in THAT moment I rather suspect that she didn’t notice, or care. “Is it always THAT good?”

“It IS with ME, Darling, it is with me! And if you think for one moment that I’ve finished here with you for today, then think again, and rather rapidly if you please. You’re still tied to this bed and therefore going nowhere until I say so. And I’m far from satisfied yet!”

Total music to my ears, you mean there’s MORE! As I was absorbing this latest revelation, I suddenly was aware of a female tit being shoved into my mouth, “chew on this please, Darling!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Young, and totally inexperienced in the bedroom I might well have been, but that didn’t mean I was without natural ability, and the gentle moans of contentment that resulted suggested that I was doing something right here. “Um, just carry on like that, you’re doing so well, I might well make a decent lover out of you yet!” And after some time, she withdrew that tit from my orifice, only to swiftly replace it with its ‘sister.’

All the time my ‘batteries were recharging’ and here my youth became a factor, as they did so rather rapidly, not taking too long at all. Which meant that Bridget was able to re-commence the whole delicious cycle again. Did she do so? Well, what do you all think?

Of course, she damn well did, and this time, not being the first, things lasted considerably longer before the same delicious outcome, or should that be ‘cum’ was achieved, possibly even more glorious than before! Again, for both of us, virtually at the same moment. Yes, I was being introduced to the joys of sex alright, and by a real exponent of the art. God, was I lucky or what that fate had determined that my first time would be with such a Lady as Bridget? And still she made it crystal clear that this exceptional day was far from over.

I mean, she kept me tied to that bed whilst she continued to weave her magic upon me for well over an hour, a period of time that will live with me forever. But, bear in mind that not only was Bridget considerably older than me, it was also her doing most of the ‘work’ here, inevitably her strength and stamina began to expire, her movements were becoming slower, and rather than let the quality of the sex that she was subjecting me to deteriorate, as it was threatening to, she, sensibly but regrettably, she called a halt to matters.

For the first time in quite a while I could see again as Bridget lifted the blindfold, note I said lifted as opposed to removed completely, suggesting that she might well choose to replace it at some stage. And the first thing that I noticed, after my eyes had adjusted themselves to the light, having been covered for so long, was those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers, simply sparkling with pure lust, despite, or perhaps because of recent activities. And the completely lascivious smile upon her beautiful face.

“Well, Darling, the way I see it, I’ve three options available to me here, as I willingly admit that I’m no spring chicken anymore and I’m virtually spent. And first of those is we simply call it a day, I release you from the bed, and you go home. No doubt with a big smile upon your face, as I get the impression that you’ve enjoyed yourself as much if not more than me. Ready to stop, um?”

“You right about one thing Mistress, I’ve never enjoyed anything before quite as much as what you’ve put me through here. And if you need to stop, then so be it, but what are your other two options? You’ve something in mind, haven’t you?”

“I most certainly have, my Darling, I most certainly have. I could, if I wish to that is, just rest by lying down beside you, and carry on subjecting you to more sexual activity, just playing with your ‘tools’ with my hands. Take you right up to the point I promised you earlier, where you can take NO more and are forced to beg you to stop. But that’s not how I intend to play this, and I suspect that you have no wish for me to continue in that manner. Um?”

“No. And the third option, the one I can tell you’re now planning on?”

“No flies on you, are there, Darling? As you so correctly guess, I’m now going to rest in my spare room, catch upon some of my strength, so I can ravish you again. Meanwhile, you are staying right here, tied to my bed and my carnal captive still. I suggest that, just as intend to now, you gather some slumber, because, believe me, I’m far from finished here. We’ve plenty of ‘business’ left here to attend to!”

At first it seemed as if she was now going back on her word, as she untied one of the bonds holding my arm to her bedpost, but she made no move to uncoil my wrist. What she did instead was to start moving that limb about, for as she explained, “we don’t want any cramp setting in do we now, Darling. So, I’m going to release each one of your limbs, one by one, and do this. Then I’ll tie it back up again, so we can continue later on.” Fair enough, sounded sensible, but, of course, with Bridget being Bridget, as she repeated this procedure with each of my legs, she took the opportunity to rub the nylon that she’d placed them in with her other hand. Stoking me right up! BITCH!

When she had finished this ‘routine’ she dis-appeared for a while, returning with a glass of water, and one of those hospital type bottles for pissing in. “We also don’t want you to become de-hydrated, do we?” Now offering up the glass for me to drink the contents, which I did. Not aware that she’d crushed a Viagra tablet into that water! And now she offered me the bottle to use to empty my bladder, which naturally I did.

“Well then Darling, as you’ve kindly agreed to stay for a while, I’ll bid you goodbye so we can take this up again later. But before I do, perhaps we can have a little chat on just where this is going. Obviously, there are so many factors present to impede a ‘normal’ relationship between us but as we are both single there’s no reason why this has to be a ‘one-off.’ If you agree, we can shag each other again, and again if we both want it, because let’s face we’ve both enjoyed ourselves today, not that the action’s over just yet of course. Why shouldn’t we celebrate each other?”

“Great idea, Bridget, I completely agree with your logic here.”

“And if you do meet someone of your own age and want to go further with her, then I promise that I’ll willingly stand aside for them. Mind you I AM setting rather a high ‘bar’ for her to follow right now!” Winking at me, completely seductively, as if to remind me that I was currently still held within her hands and power, I was still entirely at her mercy!

She bent over, and as she kissed me goodbye, she returned the blindfold into its correct position, reducing my world back into a state of total darkness again. Meaning I didn’t clock her leaving me, knowing full well that she would return, to resume her ‘torture’ of my body.

So, there I was then, realising that I’d need to try and obtain some sleep, as Bridget clearly would be, knowing that I was in for a torrid time once she’d done so. But could I? Utterly helpless, the excitement of what she was planning to do to me, matching the sensuous feel of the stockings she’d put my legs into, I was in no condition to simply sleep. After all I was spread-eagled and inescapably,