Stories of Tie Up Games

My blood almost froze as I took in the sight of the image that I’d just been sent on my ’phone. It was clearly one from within my own house, in fact one from the main bedroom. And the large, luxurious bed in which I slept at night was taking centre stage, oh yes. But it what was upon it that made me so frightened, I shared this furniture with my wife, Dorothy, normally, but now it appeared that she had taken residence upon it without me. However, it rather looked like she had done so not of her own volition, for one thing she was almost naked, just dressed in her lingerie and she had been spread-eagled, her wrists and ankles securely tied to the four solid corner bedposts! Oh, and a large ball gag had been forced into her mouth, making her totally incapable of coherent speech.

Whoever had performed this outrage left her eyes uncovered, which meant that I fully clocked the very real fear that was present within them, together with the frantic “mmmmppphhh,” that of course, being the sound that was all she emitted, her mouth full of red plastic. As my stomach turned in total alarm, suddenly just what I was presently observing took another turn, one for the worst. Into the corner of the image came the sight of a large, silicon strap-on replica cock, complete with a ‘set’ of balls, and finally Dorothy’s captor spoke, addressing her words at the angry, but utterly scared me. “I take it that you recognise your wife on this bed?”

“You unspeakable fiend! Just what do you think you are doing here?”

“Putting right a wrong. It’s as simple of that!”

“What the hell are you talking about. If you harm ONE hair upon her head, I’ll…” I never got to finish just I intended to say, as this woman cut right across me.

“You’ll do WHAT exactly? From where I stand it’s pretty clear what’s going on here. Unless you shut up and listen, your wife is going to be shagged, right now by me using the ‘equipment’ that I’ve just displayed for you. Is that what you want?” Cue more ‘whimpering’ from the bed.

I needed to calm down and start thinking rationally, and thankfully I managed to get my act together enough to do precisely that. “No, of course not. OK, you’d better outline just what this is all about.”

“That’s better. You see you CAN act sensibly when you want to. Now, I suggest that you listen now and listen well. I just stated that I can, if I wish and it’s well within my power here, shag your wife. Now, what’s another word that can be used instead of ‘shag?’ How about the word ‘screw?’ Because, after all that’s just what you’ve done to me, albeit in a financial sense rather than a purely sexual one.”

I now knew just who I was dealing with, someone best described as a business rival, one who it was true I’d scored rather a major victory over, one that could possibly be classed as slightly immoral, but was completely legal and above board in the eyes of the law. “Come on Lisa, what I did to outwit you was completely lawful. You’ve got nothing on me here.”

“Oh, I’m sure it was, you’re far too clever for it to have been otherwise, I’ll give you that. Doesn’t mean it was right, or fair though, does it?”

“What are you getting at? You’d better get to the point here, I assume there is one?”

“Oh yes, there most definitely is one. As I say you’ve screwed me over, so now I’m going to return the favour, as it were. To whom I do so is rather up to you now. I could, simply go ahead, strip off, don the strap-on that I’ve shown to you and give ‘wifey’ here a right good seeing to. Or you can be sensible. Like I say, it’s entirely up to you now.”

“And your definition of myself acting sensibly?”

“Well, let’s put it this way this is a good start. At least you’re being reasonable enough to ask. Quite simply, it’s like this. The only way to stop me screwing ‘wifey’ here is the allow me to screw you instead!”

“What the hell! Are you completely depraved or what? You seriously expect me to go to bed with you, and have sex? You must be out of your tiny mind, here!”

“Fair enough, if that’s the way you want it then that’s how it’s going to be. I only hope that ‘wifey’ enjoys what I’m now going to do to her. Goodbye, although you might want to say adieu to your wife before I give her the shagging of her life.” And I could hear the completely frantic ‘mmmfffgghhhs just increase, in both volume and pitch!

“NO! No please, Lisa wait! OK, I’m sorry, you’d better outline just what you want me to do here. Please, leave Dorothy out of this, after all if you truly believe that you’ve been wronged then surely, it’s not by her. Please don’t hurt her. I’ll do just what you say.” As the artificial ‘balls and cock’ within my ’phones little screen area became waved about.

“Ah, you know what, I’m actually quite touched. Seems you can be ‘the gallant husband’ after all. Right, I take it you can read e-mails upon your ’phone!”

“Yes Lisa, I can.”

“Good, thought so. In a minute I’ll send you one, containing an address I want you to report to. When you reach there simply send me a text message saying so, and I’ll activate the C.C.T.V. system allowing me to be sure you’re following the instructions that I’ve issued you with, instructions that you’ll see clearly enough when you reach there. With me so far?”

“Yes Lisa. Crystal clear.”

“Splendid. So, just let me know when you’re received my e-mail, and we’ll go from there. Ring me back once you’ve seen it, and in the meantime, I give you my word that I won’t touch Dorothy here. And as long as you continue to do just what you’re told, she’ll soon be released, OK? Ciao then, speak to you soon.” And then she was gone, leaving me shaking, my body racked by a combination of anger and real fear. Fear of just what Lisa would do to Dorothy if I didn’t follow her instructions, if I didn’t betray my wife and have sex with her. Sex purely on HER terms!

Now, if I’d been single, if I wasn’t a married man, then I must admit that the idea of sex with Lisa Browning was quite an appealing notion, we’re addressing a quite beautiful woman here, and certainly one possessing a huge degree of raw sex appeal. Added to the fact that Lisa was always so immaculately dressed, in a really sexy and provocative manner too, yes, this woman simply oozed sexuality. And, almost as if directly targeting my own ‘kinks,’ as it were, her long, luscious legs were ALWAYS encased in VERY sheer nylon, and by now I knew enough about her to realise that said nylon was NOT in the form of tights. EVER.

But I am a married man, I had become wed to my Dorothy a couple of years ago now, having publicly made declarations of love and faithfulness towards her, vows that I fully intended to keep, as I HAD done up until this moment, but Lisa was demanding that I now break. But what else could I do? Lisa’s attitude that she had displayed demonstrated beyond doubt she was quite capable of hurting my wife, and I had no question as to whether she’d do so, if I now summoned the Police for example. Above all I had to protect Dorothy, and if that meant going to bed with the predatory Lisa, then so be it. My wife’s safety depended on it.

The sudden ‘ping’ emitted by my ’phone shook me out of the almost trance like state that Lisa’s demands had reduced me too, announcing the arrival of her e-mail, containing a listed address, just as she’d stated. And a reminder to immediately ring her back, which I swiftly did.

“I take it you’re received and understood my e-mail, then?”

“Yes, Lisa. The address you’ve supplied is absolutely clear, and I know whereabouts that is.”

“Good. Now proceed there, and as I’ve already outlined, text me when you arrive. You’ll find written instructions as to what I want you to do then, and don’t try to be stupid and dis-obey them, I’ll be watching through my C.C.T.V. system to make sure that you comply. And when you have, I’ll release your dear Dorothy here, turning my full attentions to you, and again, if you carry out my orders to the letter then I promise you she will NOT be hurt at all. But if you’re stupid enough to try to cross me here...”

My turn to interrupt her. “No Lisa, that won’t be necessary, I’ll do exactly what you say here. Please Lisa, don’t hurt her, yes, I will give you what you want.”

“Ah, how romantic! Now it should take you about twenty minutes to reach the destination that I have specified, although I do realise that the traffic around there can be murder at times. If you do get stuck in any, you’d better let me know, or else I might think you’ve decided to be awkward after all, and Dorothy here WILL be shagged! Got it?”

“Yes Lisa. Please, don’t hurt her, yes, I’ll let you know if there are any problems that delay me unduly. Please, I’ll try my very best to obey you here.”

“Yes, I do believe that you will.” And then she was gone.

As it happened there was no significant traffic in the area, and I was able to report within Lisa’s estimated time of arrival with comparative ease. And as instructed, I sent her a text, simply stating, ‘I’m here.’

To which I received one back, giving me the ‘passcode’ to her entrance system, and once I correctly entered it, a loud buzzing of the electronic door lock announced that I could now pass through, which I did. To immediately notice a large handwritten note there, with my name written at the top. My further instructions.

As it happened Lisa’s C.C.T.V. system which she had, as stated, switched on, wasn’t that sophisticated after all, only consisting of one small video camera which only extended to cover her bedroom, but it would prove to be sufficient, with that, as per my instructions, being the room that I now proceeded to. So, she was able to watch as I stripped off all of my clothing, reducing myself to be utterly naked. “It appears that you married a man of his word after all, my dear,” she said to a clearly frightened Dorothy. “At this rate I’ll soon be able to release you. That’ll be nice, won’t it?” My wife didn’t deign to re-act, anyway she was still gagged.

As expected, the room was dominated by Lisa’s large bed, which she had covered in the finest shimmering satin. ‘Got to admit, this woman has STYLE’ I had to think to myself, as I clocked the other items lying upon it. It seemed that Lisa’s taste for stockings and suspenders didn’t simply extend to placing her own pins within them, as there was another set lying there, and my written instructions made it abundantly that these were destined to adorn my own legs. Kinky! But I’d better obey, I told myself, having clocked a certain little red L.E.D. shining brightly on one of the room’s shelves.

I must admit that generally, to my dismay, Dorothy wasn’t a ‘stockings girl’ but I knew from watching her place her legs within such, from the very few times that she had, that I’d need to be careful, there was a definite ‘art’ to putting them on successfully without laddering, or otherwise damaging them, especially ones as sheer as these, and Lisa was definitely NOT selling me short here, these were REAL quality items. Taking my time and trying my best to remember just how to do it, I proved to be more than ‘up for the task.’ On they went, and no, I didn’t damage them. Watching on the feed from that little camera on her ’phone, totally out of my sight naturally, Lisa nodded with respect. I’d quite impressed her here, and no, it didn’t bother her unduly that I’d taken my time in order to complete this task. The end justifies the means, she told herself.

But the other items setting on that bed left no doubt as to Lisa’s intentions here, she was going to take full control of the situation, and naturally, of me. Four leather cuff sets, two slightly larger, destined, as per Lisa’s written instructions for my ankles, the others for my wrists. Once I’d fastened all of the those in position as directed, I noticed a whole host of little padlocks, probably far more than necessary, but just who was counting here? Well, four of them, as Lisa ordered, became used to ensure that the buckles on those cuffs would remain shut, especially as I had absolutely no idea as to where the key needed to undo them was located.

Now I really became hers, now my imprisonment to her demented desires became real, as I was directed to fasten, and padlock, the other end to the cuff sets around my ankles around the solid bedposts at the bottom end of Lisa’s bed. Meaning, of course, that I was now held by her furniture, although at this stage my arms were free. But before I was told to, at least fasten one of those, I was ordered to turn my attention to some other items that Lisa had left out for me.

One was a ball gag, similar to that silencing Dorothy, naturally I was ordered to place that in the same position as hers was located, which I obeyed. The other item present was a satin blindfold, again I was directed to fit this, but not to place it over my eyes just yet. Not until I’d wrapped, fastened and padlocked the other ‘end’ of one of my wrist cuff sets, to the co-responding bedpost. Now I was told to cover my eyes, stretch out my arm and await the arrival of my ‘Mistress,’ Lisa obviously accepting that I couldn’t fasten my other wrist to the bedpost. Never mind, from her point of view, although, most contrary to her instructions of course, I could remove the blindfold and gag whilst she was travelling, by now there was no way that I could escape from her bed, and ultimately her plans for me. I was completely hers now.

Something she fully acknowledged, I’d completely obeyed her, and so she proved to be worthy of her own word. It was time to release Dorothy. However, not totally, all that Lisa did was to untie one of her arms, before having warned my wife that I was present at a location which was totally unknown as far as Dorothy was concerned and totally at her mercy. So, if she wanted me to return, unharmed apart from being subjected to Lisa’s kinky sexual desires, my spouse was told, in no uncertain terms, that she’d better not inform anybody, particularly of any legal organisation at all, of the current situation. That she, Lisa Browning, had effectively kidnapped me, with the aim of giving me a right good shagging on her own terms. This matter was to strictly remain between the three of us and involve nobody else.

With one of her hands now totally free, Dorothy could now untie the other bonds holding her body to the bed herself, as well as remove the gag effectively silencing her. Naturally though, this all took time, during which Lisa had totally departed from the scene, driving to just where the captive me was waiting. Being completely resigned to my fate now, spending a period of my life within which I’d be nothing less than Lisa’s complete carnal captive, totally unable to escape from just what her kinky desires had in mind for me now; I’d actioned neither of the possibilities that I’ve described above, just accepting that I was now dancing to her tune.

Now earlier, as you no doubt will recall, Lisa had issued an estimate of just how long the journey between the two residences would last, an estimate that proved to be reasonably, if not totally, accurate in the case of myself making that trip. And once more, about the same period of time occurred while she too, travelled between the two relevant addresses. So, about twenty minutes later, I heard, no I hadn’t removed her blindfold from covering my eyes, Lisa enter the bedroom, coming immediately across to the bed and completing my inescapable bondage to it by fastening that final cuff to the bedpost. And padlocking the buckle shut for good measure, even though it was probably unnecessary by now. Obviously, there was no escape for me from just what she had in mind for me now.

Which firstly consisted of removing her own apparel until, just like me, all she was adorned in was a beautiful satin suspender belt and VERY sheer nylon stockings. Like she, herself, had commentated the, unofficial admittedly, ‘clothes of sex.’ An activity that was first and foremost within her mind here, of course.

Having done so, Lisa climbed onto the bed, and my body bound to it, removed the ball gag from my mouth, purely so her lips could engage with mine, which they did as she initiated a kiss. That rapidly became a fully blown ‘snog,’ one in which I was very far from unwilling to particate in!

Dear @LunaDog, what a wonderful Christmas present this story is. Love it!

Thank you @Jenny_S Glad to cheered your Yuletide!

@Lunadog.

What a devastatingly intense and masterfully constructed story. You've woven a perfect storm of power, revenge, desire, and shattered loyalty. The moral trap you built for the narrator is exquisitely cruel—forcing him to willingly break his vows to physically save his wife, thereby destroying the very trust he sought to protect. The psychological tension was palpable, and that open ending is a merciless cliffhanger that leaves the mind reeling.

Just a personal wish..... Please, I am begging you to consider a second part! This universe you've created is too rich, too dark, and too psychologically charged to leave here. We are desperate to know:

Sone issues to explore:

The Immediate Aftermath: What happens in that room after Dorothy leaves? Is Lisa's vengeance purely sexual, or does she have deeper, more humiliating layers of control planned? The power dynamic is absolute—he is bound, blinded, and completely at her mercy. How far does she go in claiming her "prize" and etching this victory into his very skin and psyche? The exploration of that dominant/submission dynamic, now without the "rescue" time limit, promises to be terrifyingly intimate.

The Fractured Return: How do two people even begin to piece together a marriage after this? Dorothy carries the trauma of her assault and the devastating knowledge of her husband's "choice." He carries the guilt of his compliance and the secret shame of whatever acts Lisa extracts from him. Will they cling to each other, or will the unspoken images—his body with her, her violation at Lisa's command—fester into silent resentment? And looming over it all, Lisa's threat of exposure.

The Mind of the Architect: Lisa is a mesmerizing villain. Is this purely a sadistic settling of scores, or is there a twisted, obsessive form of desire here? Having broken him and claimed him, will she be content? Or will she find a way to insinuate herself back into their lives, a permanent shadow over their fragile peace?

You have crafted the perfect setup to explore the raw, ugly, and fascinating aftermath of trauma—the guilt, the jealousy, the strange complicity that can form between victim and manipulator, and the possible reclamation (or further loss) of power. Your talent for moral ambiguity and visceral tension is exceptional. It would be utterly compelling to see where you take these beautifully broken characters next.

Absolutely electrifying story. The moral trap you built is masterful.

To the author: If you ever write a Part 2, the potential for deeper, more intricate bondage as Lisa's tool of vengeance is immense. Imagine:

More complex, symbolic restraints—a physical manifestation of his broken vows.

Extreme sensory play: cold metal, strict leather, absolute immobilization, all while blinded.

Bondage as narrative language, a meticulous ritual of her control.

The characters are perfectly broken for this. Your skill with psychological and physical tension is superb. A sequel exploring this dark power dynamic would be fantastic.

Thank you for sharing this electrifying piece of work.

Thank you for your very kind words @Richman65 but this particular chapter isn't quite finished yet, there's more to come.

This then, Ladies and Gentlemen, being the final part, and things take rather a 'twist,' indicating that all is not as it seems! Please bear in mind that i'd already written this ending before @Richman65 's thought provoking, utterly excellent, post.





You see, this tale has probably arrived at the point where I have to ‘level’ with you all, Ladies and Gentlemen, and inform you that I’m certainly not the ‘whiter than white’ person that I’ve been fooling you all along regarding my wedding vows, and my compliance with them. For as Lisa now commented with, after she had terminated that kiss, and it was quite some time that elapsed before she did so, believe me, “well, it’s all worked out beautifully, hasn’t it, Darling?”

“Yes, it has Lisa my love, and the really wonderful thing here, is that Dorothy clearly hasn’t the slightest clue about what is REALLY going on here, has she?”

“Not at all. She thinks you’re here purely under sufferance, whereas I’m going to completely ravish you all night, with you firmly in my bondage just as you ASKED me to!”

You see, the very first time I has looked into those bright blue pools that form the optical receptors upon Lisa Browning’s beautiful and beaming visage, I had become totally lost within them. And I had become fully seduced by Lisa’s rampant sexuality, to the degree that I HAD to have her, although to more accurate my goal, in which I had very much succeeded in was to be had BY her here. I had become consumed by the prospect of becoming, just as was the situation at this moment, her toy, her utter plaything, to be completely helpless and entirely at Lisa’s mercy, unable to prevent her in ANY way to do just what her kinkiness decided. Which is where the placing of my legs within nylon enters the equation, as she said herself, “these are definitely the ‘clothes of sex’ and that is precisely what I’m going to inflict upon you now.” Oh, yes, we had very much planned this liaison between us, and it was with mounting sexual excitement and anticipation, that I had, quite deliberately delivered myself into the gorgeous Lisa’s hands and power. Be in NO doubt, I was here because I WANTED to be here!

And that financial transaction, where I had ripped Lisa off? No such deal had taken place of course, in fact, in business terms we were well on the way to a formal merging of our company’s, with Lisa becoming the official ‘boss’ overall, reducing the value of my share, shrinking any potential divorce ‘payout’ that Dorothy would be entitled to. Fully explaining just why we were presently acting so stealthily here, it wasn’t yet time to begin the legal dissolution of my marriage. No that would have to wait for a more appropriate juncture.

“And here she is,” as for the first time on that memorable night, Lisa slipped her soaking wet pussy over my cock, which had NEVER been so rampant in all its previous time upon this earth, “totally believing that you have sacrificed yourself in order to spare her from my twisted attentions.” As she began to pump me, slowly at first, but rapidly accelerating her motions, “I mean, she probably still views you here as,” pausing to kiss me again, then continuing,




As Lisa’s vaginal muscles began to weave their magic!

@LunaDog that was a superbly crafted tale! Bravo! Tightly crafted with a superb climax!

Thank you, and i'm glad that you enjoyed it!

Excellent and unexpected ending. Thank you.

Richman65 wrote: 3 weeks ago Excellent and unexpected ending. Thank you.

Thank you very much, glad you enjoyed it.