Stories of Tie Up Games

For the record, this story is entirely true. I have some pictures to prove it for my next story. I was 20, and a junior in college. I’ve been into bondage all my life, but had only been properly tied a few times before. My cousins had tied me up once, as I related in another story, and I met a guy online who was my age and also into bondage when I was 16. I suppose that’s another story there. I had my first good experience with a girl who I met online when I was a sophomore in college the previous year, and although she was really fun, and tied me up really well and intimately on multiple occasions, it wasn’t her thing and by the time the events of this story took place, we had evolved to become just friends. We’re still friends today, she’s actually my best friend. This is all just a little background.
So by the time I was a junior in college I was thoroughly bondage starved, having not been tied up for over half a year. I had been fishing online, but any guy who’s been online knows how tough it is to find the right girl to do bondage with. (I’m bi for the record, but it’s tough to find anyone in the long run). I went on a site called Okcupid, an online dating app, and started messaging girls in my area. One girl’s profile who I messaged was “RatRose,” and she had a single photo of a very slender but cute girl. She ended up messaging me back, and we exchanged messages for awhile, and eventually started texting. It turned out she had chosen the name RatRose because of her love of rats and other cuddly animals. Her real name was Sara, and she was 18. She was very sincere and nice, vegan and extremely smart, and I eventually popped the question and asked if she was kinky, to which she replied “No, not kinky.” I was disappointed but not surprised, but I liked her so we kept talking.
We ended up meeting up in person in the city, and we walked and talked for hours. She was really cool! Sara was quite more pretty in person; she was short, with glasses and brown hair, and she was very friendly and talkative. A few days later, I was texting her about how I was having trouble finding people to do bondage with, and she offered to tie me up. I couldn’t believe it! Here was a girl offering to tie me up out of the goodness of her heart. She actually had started talking to another guy on Okcupid, and they were starting to date, but she told me she had talked to him and he said it was ok if she tied me up just for fun. I was thrilled. We met up a few more times and then planned to get me tied up on a certain Friday. We went to a museum, and then drove forty minutes to my dormitory, but unfortunately, they wouldn’t sign Sara in because all she had was a school ID, which was a bizarre annoying thing my university does. Fortunately, she told me her parents probably weren’t home, and wouldn’t come in her room anyway, so she offered to tie me up at her house.
We drove to her place, and no one was home. She lives in a nice classy house in a somewhat urban neighborhood. We went up to her room and had a PB and J (she had never had one!). I had brought my rope and gear with me, and I was wearing a white sweatshirt with no hood, and jeans as well as long black socks. We had discussed everything beforehand, how she would tie me up, gag me etc, and she was perfectly cool about it. I quickly showed her how to tie, by tying the rope tightly around my wrists, in between my wrists to pull it tighter, and then knotting it, but as she was an experienced camper and outdoorswoman, I expected she’d be able to tie me up pretty well. I sat on the bed and turned my back to her, and she proceeded to tie my hands behind my back, with my arms bent together at a 90 degree angle. She tied it pretty tight with the rope I provided, very secure but comfy. Then she buckled my ankles together with my belt, at my instruction. She then took some pink camping rope and tied it around my body. It was a lot of rope around my body. I was enjoying myself.
She took some photos of me on my phone, at my request, and then we watched Netflix on her laptop for a bit, a show called Jane the Virgin, with me sitting stretched out on her bed. I struggled a bit, but couldn’t really escape at all. At the end of the episode, I asked her to hogtie me and gag me. I lay on my stomach, and she tightly and effectively hogtied me by pulling the rope through my belted ankles and pulling it through my bound wrists, pulling my hands and feet close together in a tight hogtie. She then stuffed a sock (one of mine) in my mouth when I was ready, and placed several strips of duct tape over it. She took a little video of this, and then started to tickle my feet. I’m really ticklish, but I had asked her to do it since I love being tickled. Her parents had come home at this point but the gag did a good job muffling my laughter and cries. Eventually she played the next episode, and I sat on her bed bound and gagged, breathing heavily from the tickle torture while she sat on the floor.
I was really enjoying myself, and I was really glad that Sara wasn’t totally freaked out by all this stuff either. So after awhile I grunted in the gag and she removed it, and I asked her to ball gag me. I had a homemade ball gag that I wasn’t going to ask her to use because I thought it would be too weird, but she was more intrigued by how it was homemade (with a belt, string and a chewy rubber green ball), and she had no problem strapping it on me. She placed the ball in my mouth and buckled the strap loosely. “Mppighter,” I moaned to her, meaning tighter, and she pulled it tighter until I communicated it was tight enough. She tickled me a bit more, pulling off my socks rendering me barefoot, tickling my sides, and we finished the episode, while I tried not to drool on her bed. Before totally untying me, I asked her to take more pics, and to tickle me a bit more. It was really fun!
She untied me and escorted me to my car. Her parents were home, and they had no idea she has just tied me up upstairs. I was, and still am really grateful for this wonderful experience Sara gave me. She tied me up one more time on a separate occasion before we ended our tie up games, so I will have to write about that too, and explain why she stopped tying me up.

Nice story

Great story, francislheure. Although, I must ask if you can clarify something for us . In this story, you state that you WERE 20 and in your junior year of college, when this happened. However, in a previous post, on January 7th, you have stated that you are NOW 19, and the TUG happened 4 years ago, when you were 15. So, could you clarify this for us, please. Otherwise, both stories are well written. Thanks for posting both. Best Regards.

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I'm sorry for the confusion, and for the late reply, as I don't post on here too often.

I wrote the stories down separately out of order at different times. I wrote my story about my cousins a few years ago, back when I was 19. I wrote this story about a year ago, when I was 21. Now I'm 22. I decided to post them here after years of reading, but I forgot to update the story with my cousins.


My story about my cousins was exaggerated a little I must admit, although I was tied up by my two cousins, they didn't gag me unfortunately. However, my other story about my friend is entirely true.

Your post made your story appear on my « new posts » list, and I am glad it did! It gave me the occasion to read your story, which I had somehow not noticed when you originally published it.

You’re very lucky to have found a friend like Sara. Loved your story - hope you’ll come back and tell us about that second time she tied you up!

This is a continuation from my previous story about my platonic friend Sara who agreed to tie me up, despite having a boyfriend. I’m sorry it took me awhile to write, but I have had a lot of other things going on. Things were great, I had really enjoyed myself, and Sara didn’t seem weirded out or offended at all from tying me up, which I think goes to show for her exceptional character. The next day I was in my room, and we had been texting a little, and she asked if I could tie her up next week, I think out of curiosity. I vividly remember texting her saying “I couldn’t refuse a request like that from a girl.” She also wanted to paint my nails and put makeup on me, although to this day I’m not sure why.
So the next week on Friday I picked her up from her house, and we drove to my school, this time with the right ID. I signed her into my dorm, and she came up; it was very casual and low key, we had a great conversation on the way over and discussed how we would tie me up and stuff. I had my outfit on, long sleeved thin blue shirt and jeans. We set up a lot of pillows and blankets on the floor in front of the TV, and she got out her makeup stuff, and painted my nails a blueish green color. It was interesting to say the least. We decided to paint my nails first before tying my hands, but I told her that I wanted to be tied up when she put the makeup on my face. She smiled at me and said of course, that was the plan. I admired her creativity.
So I brought out all my rope and stuff, including a canvas D ring buckle belt, which I wanted her to use to tie my hands. I turned around on my knees, and crossed my hands behind my back, and as she sat behind me, she wrapped the cloth belt around my wrists fairly tightly before pulling it through the ring, cinching it. This probably wouldn’t have held on its own, but I instructed her to take some rope to reinforce it. She pulled rope between and around my wrists, and then guided it up over my shoulders, making an X fashion across my chest, and pulling my hands upwards in a harness, before wrapping the ends around and knotting it, again at my instruction. However, Sara knew her way around rope, and for her second time, it was amazingly secure (as it was the first time). I almost forgot about the makeup, and I kneeled in front of her, rope criss-crossing my chest, and my hands bound securely but comfortably behind my back, and she applied make up to my face. It was interesting, it’s not really my thing, but I enjoyed the idea that I was being humiliated, like my sister had tied me up and was forcing me to wear makeup. She applied lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara, and some other things I’m not too sure of. She then produced these little cat ears, part of a costume, and fixed them in my hair. We had Netflix ready to go. I asked her to gag me with my homemade ball gag and she complied.
We sat there watching the pilot episode of this show about a historical department store. I really was enjoying myself, I know some people need constant attention when tied up, but I enjoyed being tied up and gagged in a platonic setting by someone I trusted, and I was perfectly happy for a bit to just lie there in different poses while we watched the show. I would lie on my side, or sometimes sit up pretzel style, and just struggle or sit there. I would drool a bit from the gag, but I would wipe it on my knee or on the carpet. Sara was mainly watching the show, but would check in with me occasionally. I had had the gag in my mouth for awhile, but I at one point I murmured at her to give me a break for a bit. After a few minutes, the gag was being buckled on again. The bondage was very comfortable, and my arms never fell asleep or strained, but nor did the rope loosen. It was very secure.
The episode ended, and I had been tied up for about an hour. Sara turned on the lights and gave me one last chance to escape, watching me struggle bound and gagged for a few minutes, and she took some photos for me at my request, one of which I have attached below. I asked her if I could tie her up now, and she untied me. She was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and I asked her if she wanted to put on her sweatshirt, to protect from rope burn. She said “Right!” as we had discussed this before-hand, and she slipped on a pink sweatshirt. I asked her to get on the bed, and lie on her stomach, which she did, and I knelt next to her and tried to tie her wrists palm to palm, as I felt this would be more comfortable for someone who had never been tied up before. For some reason, I couldn’t tighten the rope this way, so I changed my mind and had her position hands crossed, her arms at a 90 degree angle, and bound them that way tightly. Sara allowed me to take photos, with the understanding they were just for me of course, as long as I shared them with her. I wrapped rope around her body securely and blindfolded, but Sara seemed to not mind, almost enjoying it, although more as a novelty, not to the extent I enjoyed it of course. I then placed her back on her stomach, and tied her legs and hogtied her. I told her to struggle, and she broke the hogtie fairly quickly, so I tied it back again tighter. Sara is incredibly ticklish, much more than me, and she very generously allowed me to tickle her for (very) short periods of time. She also allowed me to cleave gag her with a necktie, which made her bound and gagged, and I tickled her sides briefly, eliciting shrieks of hysterical laughter. She wasn’t as big a fan of being gagged as she was of having her hands tied, so she didn’t remain gagged long.
Afterwards we experimented some more, I untied her legs and tied them down separately to separate corners of my bed while she lay on her stomach with her hands tied behind her back, and I tickled her feet for a second. I also put the cat ears on her, and she struggled with her hands and body tied for a bit, and we just chatted. I was really in the mood to be tied up again after I untied her, so she tied my hands crossed behind my back with only one shoelace; the rest of my body was secured with more rope. I asked her to ball tie me, which she enthusiastically did, and she also blindfolded me, stuffed a sock in my mouth and duct taped it in, before giving me with my permission some intense payback tickling. The duct tape was rather weak, so I was able to work it loose, and I asked her if there was any chance she could pinch my nipple. She said that might be too intimate, which I agreed to, so I asked if I could be gagged again. Sara was fine with that, but asked to use the ball gag, because the duct tape and sock was a little elaborate, so I was fine with that. I mainly sat there on my bed unable to really do much but struggle while she used her phone or something. Eventually she untied me, and we did what we could to remove the makeup. I wanted to leave and get the finger nail paint off later at my house, but as Sara explained and I later learned, we needed to use nail paint remover right then and there. Weeks later, I still would have tiny flicks of blue paint on a few of my nails.
I hugged Sara after I dropped her off, because I really appreciated her exploration into bondage with me. At the time I had not done it for awhile, and I had only done it with a few other people, and to be able to do it in a casual, platonic setting with a cool girl was an amazing experience for me. Unfortunately, Sara’s boyfriend was jealous, with good reason, when he saw the photos of Sara tied up. Her tying me up was one thing, but he didn’t like how I had tied her up. When she texted me saying she didn’t think she would tie me up anymore, she was worried I wouldn’t want to be friends as a result, but we’ve been friends ever since.

I had this story in development for awhile, but I just completed it tonight. I was inspired because Sara offered to tie me up again! So soon I will have a new experience.

I really want to post a photo of me tied up, but I can't share it on this site? It's too large? I tried to share it on my phone, because it's a photo on my phone, but it say's the file is too large.

Thanks for sharing your experience. I really like how open your communication was, and that you both respected the wishes of each other. And it's nice that you got a new friend out of it.

About the photo, you probably need to reduce its size. The easiest way I could think of would be to open it on the PC with Paint and save it in a different format, maybe in a smaller size too. I'd certainly like to see it.

Another interesting experience you had there. And now there’s promise for more on her part? Lucky you!

Thanks for sharing this story with us.

A lovely story. I love it. Thanks for sharing.