The Games Player: Denim Denim (M/Ff)
Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2026 7:31 pm
“There – that’s not that bad, is it?”
I smiled as I looked at eleven-year-old Angela Barnett, the white cloth I had tied round her head holding her long dark brown hair against the back of her neck. The cloth was a rolled up white cotton one, with a knot tied in the middle – a knot that now sat in Angela’s mouth, keeping her tongue down on the base of her mouth as her lips closed around it.
I had surprised her with her mother about an hour before, while she was watching television. Young Angela was wearing a black jumper with a patterned front, a knee length blue denim skirt, black tights and a pair of her mother’s high heeled brown leather boots which came up to her knees. The look on her face when she saw me come into the front room with her mother, and she explained how they were going to play a game, was – intriguing – but she had accepted her mother’s story, as she looked at her and the ropes i had already used on her.
Her mother, Alicia Barnett, was in her mid-thirties, and I had surprised her in the kitchen. She was wearing a purple scoop necked top with a denim knee length skirt white tights and brown knee length boots – but before we had come into the front room to talk to Angela, I had secured her wrists together behind her back with rope, and used a longer rope to form two bands that framed her chest and held her arms firmly against her sides.
I was dressed in my usual attire – black jumper and pants, black gloves, and black stocking pulled down over my head – and I nodded as I asked Angela ot stand up from the seat she was in and put her hands behind her back. I had then crossed and secured her wrists together and then passed a rope round her upper body as well before I secured her arms in the same way as her mother.
We had then gone round the house together – Alicia had insisted on that to keep her daughter safe – and I had ‘pretended’ to take her valuables before we walked back to the front room. I had then allowed them to sit next to each other, Alicia watching as I sued more ropes ot secure her daughter’s ankles tightly together and then her legs below her knees, before gagging her.
“Are you enjoying the game,” she said to Angela as I knelt down and crossed her ankles before starting to bind them together, the rope going round and between her legs. Angela smiled and nodded, as she made a muffled giggle at the sound of squeaking, and Alicia nodded as I took another rope and secured her legs together below her knees.
I then walked behind her, Angela watching as she opened her mouth and I pushed a folded cloth into her mouth. Alicia was also wearing a black scarf with white polka dots round her neck, which I untied and removed, rolled up and tied a knot in the middle, and then used as a cleave gag to keep the mouth stuffing in place.
“Wlhhkthshmnh,” she mumbled as she looked at her daughter Angela nodding as I said “well now, for the game to work, you need ot sit and watch the television for an hour, and then…”
We all heard the front door open and close, and then a female voice say, “hey Ally, are you in the front room?” I put a finger to my lips and stood in front of the television, the bound and gagged family looking at each other as the door opened and a second woman in her earl thirties came in. She was wearing a fawn jacket over a crimson roll neck sweater, a short brown denim skirt with shite trim, pink tights and a pair of knee length burgundy leather boots with a wooden heel. Her long sandy brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
In front of her was a five-year-old girl, who was wearing a pink sweatshirt with a pattern on the front, a longer denim skirt with a white cord knotted at her waist, and a pair of shorter moccasin style boots in red, laced up the front. She was staring at Angela, her mouth open as her mother put her hands on her shoulders and looked at me.
“What… Who…”
“Whrphllhhnrhnhrs,” Angela mumbled as I saw how the white cloth was getting greyer at the corners of her mouth. “Phllwhfhhsshshshn.”
“Mummy?”
“You’re just in time to join in the game of robbers,” I said with a smile as the woman looked at me. “May I know who you are?”
“Why have you tied my sister and niece up, and stopped them talking?”
“Well,” I said, “Alicia hired me to play this game with her and Angela – and now you are here, they want you to play as well. Don’t you Alicia?”
Alicia looked over and nodded as the woman said, “are you sure?”
“Phllssjhnhnhs.”
She then looked down and said “Suzanne, we’re going to play this game as well – which means we won’t be able to move and talk either. Will you be all right?”
“Yes Mummy,” Suzanne said as she put her finger to her lips. Her mother then looked at me and said, “I’m Hazel – this is a game, right?”
“It is – but as part of the game, I need to take the contents of your purse for a while as well. Listen – I want you to take care of Suzanne, so she knows there is nothing to be afraid of, and then I will take care of you, all right?”
Hazel nodded as I indicated she should sit on a second couch and then handed her a length of cord. “Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart,” she said as she stroked the blonde hair away from her daughter’s face, and then as Suzanne stood with her back to her she crossed the young girl’s wrists behind her back and bound them tightly together.
“You were a guide?”
“At one time, I was a scout,” Hazel said as she took the longer rope from me, and then wound it round Suzanne’s body so that her arms were held against her sides un two bands, Angela looking over and nodding as she said “it’s tight – but nice.”
“Right – can you sit on the couch, and put your feet on your mother’s lap?”
Suzanne nodded as she pushed herself back and then wriggled round, watching as the soft cords sunk into the fabric of her boots when her mother pulled di tightly round her ankles, and then between her legs. She then used another length of cord to secure her legs together below her knees, like her cousin, before i said “There now – can you sit round while I make sure your mummy looks just like you?”
Suzanne twisted round, her bound legs hanging over the edge of the seta, and watched as Hazel stood up and put her hands behind her back, smiling as I made sure her wrists and upper arms were secured as tightly as her sister, Alicia nodding and trying to talk to her niece as the black and white scarf pulled back at the corners of her mouth.
Hazel then sat next to Suzanne as the younger girl watched me kneel down and giggled at the squeaking sound as I secured her mother’s ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees, the rope sitting on top of her boots. I then looked in my rucksack and took out a white scarf, rolling it into a band and tying a knot in the middle as I said “you need ot look just like your cousin now Suzanne - open your mouth as wide as you can.”
Alice watched a siu gagged Suzanne, taking the scarf round her head and securing the end at the base of her neck, before I produced a second scarf and gagged her in the same way.
“Sowwhthhphhnsnh,” she said as I looked at the two mothers and their daughters.
“As I was saying before you came in,” I said with a smile, “you can watch television for an hour, and then you can see who can get free first. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen, and…”
There was then a knock on the door as Alicia and Hazel looked at each other. “Were you expecting anyone else,” I said as I looked at her.
“Mrhshshhndhlhn.”
“Well, tow more ot play the game with,” I said as I smiled. “Stay right there, and not a sound – let this be a surprise for them as well.” They all nodded as I stepped out of the room, took a deep breath, and then opened the door, putting a gloved finger to my covered lips before I indicated the new arrivals should come in.
The older woman was wearing a black leather jacket over a tan top with black vertical stripes, a knee length denim skirt which was distressed in a planned manner, dark tights and knee length black fabric boots. With her was a thirteen-year-old girl, who was waring her own leather jacket over a white top with red polka dots, a knee length denim skirt and black Dr Marten boots laced up the front.
Closing the door, I looked at them and said, “If I was to tell you this was a game, what would you say?” They looked at each other before the girl said, “I would say you are the Games Player, and this is a real robbery.” She had her dark hair pulled back with a scrunchie on her head, while her mother had shoulder length dark hair.
“Well, you would be right,” I said quietly, “but the two girls in there think this is a game, so here’s what is going to happen. I am going to secure you wrists and arms out here and then gag you before you go in and join them. You can then keep them company and play along. What are your names?”
“I’m Marsha,” the older woman said, “and this is my daughter Helen.”
“All right, Helen, Marsha, take your jackets off and hang them up, then face the wall and put your hands behind your back.” I watched them both do that before I put the rucksack I had brought out down, and took more ropes from my back, crossing and securing Marsha’s wrists first.
“This is exciting, Mum,” Helen said as she watched me tie the rope round her mother’s wrists, and then the longer length round her arms and upper body, “I always wondered what it would be like to be robbed.”
“Well, I guess we are finding out,” Marsha said with a laugh as I tied the knots off, and then went behind her daughter, Helen looking over her shoulder as I secured her wrists tightly together, and then the longer rope around her arms and upper body.
The mother and daughter looked at each other as I looked in the rucksack and took out a roll of white tape. “I don’t have any more scarves,” I said, “so put your lips together…”
As I opened the door, the four captives looked over and saw Marsha and Helen come out, the shape of their lips visible under the white tape as they said “whhhhshthjhshswhl.”
“Chmmhnjjhnhs,” Alicia said, Hazel nodding as I helped them to sit back to back on the floor, and then bent their legs before I used cords to secure their ankles tightly together, as well as their legs below their knees, and then used the last ropes i had to secure their legs to the ropes round their arms and chests. I then checked the bindings on the other families, before i said “right – television on, and you wait for an hour before you try to get free. Agreed?”
All six of them nodded as I turned on the television, and left them other before beating a very hasty retreat with my gains…
I smiled as I looked at eleven-year-old Angela Barnett, the white cloth I had tied round her head holding her long dark brown hair against the back of her neck. The cloth was a rolled up white cotton one, with a knot tied in the middle – a knot that now sat in Angela’s mouth, keeping her tongue down on the base of her mouth as her lips closed around it.
I had surprised her with her mother about an hour before, while she was watching television. Young Angela was wearing a black jumper with a patterned front, a knee length blue denim skirt, black tights and a pair of her mother’s high heeled brown leather boots which came up to her knees. The look on her face when she saw me come into the front room with her mother, and she explained how they were going to play a game, was – intriguing – but she had accepted her mother’s story, as she looked at her and the ropes i had already used on her.
Her mother, Alicia Barnett, was in her mid-thirties, and I had surprised her in the kitchen. She was wearing a purple scoop necked top with a denim knee length skirt white tights and brown knee length boots – but before we had come into the front room to talk to Angela, I had secured her wrists together behind her back with rope, and used a longer rope to form two bands that framed her chest and held her arms firmly against her sides.
I was dressed in my usual attire – black jumper and pants, black gloves, and black stocking pulled down over my head – and I nodded as I asked Angela ot stand up from the seat she was in and put her hands behind her back. I had then crossed and secured her wrists together and then passed a rope round her upper body as well before I secured her arms in the same way as her mother.
We had then gone round the house together – Alicia had insisted on that to keep her daughter safe – and I had ‘pretended’ to take her valuables before we walked back to the front room. I had then allowed them to sit next to each other, Alicia watching as I sued more ropes ot secure her daughter’s ankles tightly together and then her legs below her knees, before gagging her.
“Are you enjoying the game,” she said to Angela as I knelt down and crossed her ankles before starting to bind them together, the rope going round and between her legs. Angela smiled and nodded, as she made a muffled giggle at the sound of squeaking, and Alicia nodded as I took another rope and secured her legs together below her knees.
I then walked behind her, Angela watching as she opened her mouth and I pushed a folded cloth into her mouth. Alicia was also wearing a black scarf with white polka dots round her neck, which I untied and removed, rolled up and tied a knot in the middle, and then used as a cleave gag to keep the mouth stuffing in place.
“Wlhhkthshmnh,” she mumbled as she looked at her daughter Angela nodding as I said “well now, for the game to work, you need ot sit and watch the television for an hour, and then…”
We all heard the front door open and close, and then a female voice say, “hey Ally, are you in the front room?” I put a finger to my lips and stood in front of the television, the bound and gagged family looking at each other as the door opened and a second woman in her earl thirties came in. She was wearing a fawn jacket over a crimson roll neck sweater, a short brown denim skirt with shite trim, pink tights and a pair of knee length burgundy leather boots with a wooden heel. Her long sandy brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
In front of her was a five-year-old girl, who was wearing a pink sweatshirt with a pattern on the front, a longer denim skirt with a white cord knotted at her waist, and a pair of shorter moccasin style boots in red, laced up the front. She was staring at Angela, her mouth open as her mother put her hands on her shoulders and looked at me.
“What… Who…”
“Whrphllhhnrhnhrs,” Angela mumbled as I saw how the white cloth was getting greyer at the corners of her mouth. “Phllwhfhhsshshshn.”
“Mummy?”
“You’re just in time to join in the game of robbers,” I said with a smile as the woman looked at me. “May I know who you are?”
“Why have you tied my sister and niece up, and stopped them talking?”
“Well,” I said, “Alicia hired me to play this game with her and Angela – and now you are here, they want you to play as well. Don’t you Alicia?”
Alicia looked over and nodded as the woman said, “are you sure?”
“Phllssjhnhnhs.”
She then looked down and said “Suzanne, we’re going to play this game as well – which means we won’t be able to move and talk either. Will you be all right?”
“Yes Mummy,” Suzanne said as she put her finger to her lips. Her mother then looked at me and said, “I’m Hazel – this is a game, right?”
“It is – but as part of the game, I need to take the contents of your purse for a while as well. Listen – I want you to take care of Suzanne, so she knows there is nothing to be afraid of, and then I will take care of you, all right?”
Hazel nodded as I indicated she should sit on a second couch and then handed her a length of cord. “Put your hands behind your back, sweetheart,” she said as she stroked the blonde hair away from her daughter’s face, and then as Suzanne stood with her back to her she crossed the young girl’s wrists behind her back and bound them tightly together.
“You were a guide?”
“At one time, I was a scout,” Hazel said as she took the longer rope from me, and then wound it round Suzanne’s body so that her arms were held against her sides un two bands, Angela looking over and nodding as she said “it’s tight – but nice.”
“Right – can you sit on the couch, and put your feet on your mother’s lap?”
Suzanne nodded as she pushed herself back and then wriggled round, watching as the soft cords sunk into the fabric of her boots when her mother pulled di tightly round her ankles, and then between her legs. She then used another length of cord to secure her legs together below her knees, like her cousin, before i said “There now – can you sit round while I make sure your mummy looks just like you?”
Suzanne twisted round, her bound legs hanging over the edge of the seta, and watched as Hazel stood up and put her hands behind her back, smiling as I made sure her wrists and upper arms were secured as tightly as her sister, Alicia nodding and trying to talk to her niece as the black and white scarf pulled back at the corners of her mouth.
Hazel then sat next to Suzanne as the younger girl watched me kneel down and giggled at the squeaking sound as I secured her mother’s ankles tightly together, and then her legs below her knees, the rope sitting on top of her boots. I then looked in my rucksack and took out a white scarf, rolling it into a band and tying a knot in the middle as I said “you need ot look just like your cousin now Suzanne - open your mouth as wide as you can.”
Alice watched a siu gagged Suzanne, taking the scarf round her head and securing the end at the base of her neck, before I produced a second scarf and gagged her in the same way.
“Sowwhthhphhnsnh,” she said as I looked at the two mothers and their daughters.
“As I was saying before you came in,” I said with a smile, “you can watch television for an hour, and then you can see who can get free first. I’ll be waiting in the kitchen, and…”
There was then a knock on the door as Alicia and Hazel looked at each other. “Were you expecting anyone else,” I said as I looked at her.
“Mrhshshhndhlhn.”
“Well, tow more ot play the game with,” I said as I smiled. “Stay right there, and not a sound – let this be a surprise for them as well.” They all nodded as I stepped out of the room, took a deep breath, and then opened the door, putting a gloved finger to my covered lips before I indicated the new arrivals should come in.
The older woman was wearing a black leather jacket over a tan top with black vertical stripes, a knee length denim skirt which was distressed in a planned manner, dark tights and knee length black fabric boots. With her was a thirteen-year-old girl, who was waring her own leather jacket over a white top with red polka dots, a knee length denim skirt and black Dr Marten boots laced up the front.
Closing the door, I looked at them and said, “If I was to tell you this was a game, what would you say?” They looked at each other before the girl said, “I would say you are the Games Player, and this is a real robbery.” She had her dark hair pulled back with a scrunchie on her head, while her mother had shoulder length dark hair.
“Well, you would be right,” I said quietly, “but the two girls in there think this is a game, so here’s what is going to happen. I am going to secure you wrists and arms out here and then gag you before you go in and join them. You can then keep them company and play along. What are your names?”
“I’m Marsha,” the older woman said, “and this is my daughter Helen.”
“All right, Helen, Marsha, take your jackets off and hang them up, then face the wall and put your hands behind your back.” I watched them both do that before I put the rucksack I had brought out down, and took more ropes from my back, crossing and securing Marsha’s wrists first.
“This is exciting, Mum,” Helen said as she watched me tie the rope round her mother’s wrists, and then the longer length round her arms and upper body, “I always wondered what it would be like to be robbed.”
“Well, I guess we are finding out,” Marsha said with a laugh as I tied the knots off, and then went behind her daughter, Helen looking over her shoulder as I secured her wrists tightly together, and then the longer rope around her arms and upper body.
The mother and daughter looked at each other as I looked in the rucksack and took out a roll of white tape. “I don’t have any more scarves,” I said, “so put your lips together…”
As I opened the door, the four captives looked over and saw Marsha and Helen come out, the shape of their lips visible under the white tape as they said “whhhhshthjhshswhl.”
“Chmmhnjjhnhs,” Alicia said, Hazel nodding as I helped them to sit back to back on the floor, and then bent their legs before I used cords to secure their ankles tightly together, as well as their legs below their knees, and then used the last ropes i had to secure their legs to the ropes round their arms and chests. I then checked the bindings on the other families, before i said “right – television on, and you wait for an hour before you try to get free. Agreed?”
All six of them nodded as I turned on the television, and left them other before beating a very hasty retreat with my gains…