Stories of Tie Up Games

Kyle's stories
01 - Tied & Tickled
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By Kyle

Sunday, January 16th 2005 - 12:36:10 AM

My name is Kyle. This happened about 5 years ago.

In high school one time my friend Dawn tied me down to her bed with handcuffs, then she tied my feet together with a belt and tied them down to the footboard with an old torn up bedsheet. I don't know why she did it. She said she felt like tying me up and told me I could tie her up afterward if I wanted. So I resisted but not too hard and next thing I knew she had me all tied up.

Dawn looked down at me all tied up and giggled. She was wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers jersey with short sleeves, sweat pants, and brown knee socks with no shoes. I had on plain yellow t-shirt and sweats and was barefoot. She walked over to the bed and stood over me while I wiggled a little. I was not going anywhere!

"How long do I stay like this?" I asked.

"Oh, a long time, sweetheart, Hee hee hee," Dawn said. "I think I'll torture you now." And she giggled again in a real mean way.

"No-no-that wasn't part of the deal!" I said but Dawn put her hand over my mouth and shut me up. She sat down on the bed next to me and grinned.

"Deal? I don't think we had a deal," Dawn said with that smile. "You're my prisoner. I can do what I want to you!"

"MMMPH! MMMPH!" I tried to yell.

"Shhhh. Torturing you will be fun. You'll love it!" she giggled some more.

"MMMMM!!"

"Be quiet. Be quiet, I said, Kyle!" Dawn said, and she reached down and pulled off one of her brown socks. They were dirty! "Want me to stuff my sock in you mouth?" she asked, dangling it over my handgagged mouth.

"Mm mm! MM MM!" I yelled into her hand. That meant "NO!!!"

"Then don't you dare yell when I take my hand off your mouth. Got it?"

I nodded, Dawn smiled evilly again, and she took her hand off my mouth. Then she reached down and put her sock back on.

"Now..." Dawn said. "What's the point of tying you if I can't torture you? But don't worry. I'll give you a chance to save yourself!"

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked nervously.

"I'm going to torture you with a false sense of hope!" she said.

"Huh?"

"That means I'll give you a task to do in order to get free, and if you do it, I'll untie you. But the task will be very, very hard, Kyle!" Dawn said, now straddling my waist.

"Like what?" I asked, squirming.

"OH, something I thought about WEEKS ago. Wait, I'll be right back!" and Dawn hopped off me and ran out of the bedroom. I took this chance to try and kick my feet free, but they were bound tightly down to the footboard. It was hopeless.

Dawn came back in with a helium heart-shaped balloon (Valentine's Day had been recently) It was on a ribbon and she went to her desk and cut it so the ribbon was no more than 3 inches long. Then she went into her closet, found a board game, and took one of the dice out of there. Then she went to her desk and got an electronic oven timer - the kind that counts down. Then she walked over to me and explained.

"Did you ever watch "Twin Peaks?"" she asked/ I said I did, but only a little.

"Well, in one of the last episodes, this bad guy has another guy tied up and plans to killed him, but he wants to make him fight till the end. So he gets a bunch of tarantulas, puts them in a cage above his head, and suspends the cage there with a small strong. Then he makes the victim hold the string in his mouth. The longer he can do that, the longer he'll live and not get killed by the poison tarantulas!" Dawn explained.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. "You're not putting spiders on me, are you?"

Dawn laughed and sat on the bed. "No, of course not. I'm going to make you hold this balloon in your teeth. THAT'S what I was talking about with the "Twin Peaks" thing. I'll roll this dice and whatever the number is, that's how many minutes you'll have to hold the balloon in your teeth while tied down. If you let go and the balloon floats away, we start all over again, only the next time I roll the die twice. We keep doing this until you can hold the balloon for long enough, or I get bored and decide to untie you. Tell me, is that a GREAT torture or what??" she giggled.

"OH GOD!" I said.

Dawn rolled the die in her hand. "Looks like you're hoping for a 1, huh? Here we go!" and she rolled the die on the bed next to me. I groaned. It was a 5!

"Hee hee," Dawn laughed. She leaned over to her nightstand and set the timer at 5 minutes. This way I could see exactly how long I had left. She was holding the balloon over me. "Open up. 5 minutes for you!"

"What if I don't" I muttered through my teeth.

Dawn thought for a second, looked down, then raised her foot up to my face. "If you don't I'll stuff BOTH my smelly socks in your mouth. How would you like that?"

"AHHHH" I said and opened up. Dawn giggled again place the ribbon in my mouth and I clenched my teeth down on. She started the timer and it began. "5 minutes and I untie you. You can do it. Go! Go! Go!"

She then laughed and got up and walked across the room and looked at me. I struggled and had to breathe through my nose, but I was doing it. The counter was at 4:20 and Dawn started making faces at me, trying to get me to laugh.

"No fair" I tried to say through clenched teeth and Dawn laughed some more.

"I never said I played fair," Dawn said. "And I never said I couldn't make you laugh. So BOOGLA BOOGLA BOOGLA" She made stupid sounds for a few seconds and I chuckled but held the balloon in my teeth. The counter was at 4:00 and counting. I was confident.

"You are doing SO WELL" Dawn said, approaching me, smiling.

"Thanks," I muttered. 3:45.

"In fact you're doing so well that I hate to give you the bad news," Dawn said, standing over me grinning.

"What bad news?" I asked, but it came out "Ut ad mews?" 3:30.

"THIS bad news," Dawn said and she snickered in a REALLY evil way and raised her hands up and started to wiggle her fingers over me.

"AAAA! What are you doing?" I said, not clearly and struggling against my bonds and scared. 3:15.

Dawn kept wiggling her fingers, "I told you I'm going to try to make you laugh!"

"DAAAAWWWWN" I said, mostly gibberish. The balloon was still there though. 3:05.

"Oh, you have nothing at all to worry about," Dawn said slowly, lowering her fingers very slowly, "unless you're ticklish!"

"NNNOOOOO!!!!!" I screamed, holding the balloon still and trying to break free, unsuccessfully. 2:50.

"I wonder if I can tickle that balloon out of your mouth!" Dawn said and began to tickle my stomach pretty hard while she stood over me. I screamed but held the balloon, but I was in trouble. 2:30.

"Some-Body's TICKLISH!" Dawn announced, now tickling me down my stomach and hips and onto my helpless legs! "I bet if I keep tickling you I'll pry that balloon right out of your mouth!"

"AAAAHHHHH" I screamed and that's what did it. The balloon left my mouth and floated up to the ceiling. I panted and gasped as Dawn stopped tickling me and got up to retrieve the balloon. She was laughing wildly and I was too, The clock said about 2:10.

"I what a pity!" Dawn said in a fake sad voice, straddling me on the bed down and giggling some more. "You only had two minutes left. Too bad you're so ticklish, Kyle dear!"

"Oh please, Dawn. PLEASE!" I begged. "Please no more of that. Tie me up but don't tickle me anymore!!!"

"Oh no you don't," Dawn said, patting my chest with both her hands and looking me right in the eye. "You are in NO position to make demands, honey. I TOLD you I was going to torture you! Now it's time to roll the dice again!"

I screamed "No!" but Dawn rolled anyway and rolled a 3. Then a 2.

"Hey, how about that!" Dawn said, bringing the balloon back to my mouth as she rest the timer. "5 more minutes! Open up!"

"D-d-dawn p-p-lease!" I begged.

"Look!" she said. "There's no GUARANTEE I'll tickle you, you know. Maybe I'll show some mercy for some of the time! Open up!"

"C'mon - don't do this!"

"HEY! I will tell you what, pal. If you DON'T open your mouth up and take this balloon in your teeth, you'll STILL be tied down. And I will DEFINITELY tickle you for 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT!" Dawn said, leaning her face in close. "And I'll stuff my stinky socks in your mouth so you won't be able to scream and you'll suffer my foot odor too. So the choice is yours!"

What could I do? I relented and took the balloon and Dawn started the clock. She kept straddling me and 30 seconds in she wiggled her fingers right over me and giggled hard. But she didn't tickle me. Then, at 4:00 she stopped wiggling them and got up and left the room! 3:45. Wow! Was she letting me off the hook.

I lay there struggling - it was hard. I was gasping for breath through my nose but I was doing it. Dawn was still gone. The clock read 1:30 now! Could I do it??

Dawn slowly opened the door and came back in smiling. She was holding a roll of duct tape. She walked to the foot of the bed and waved her fingers at. 1:15!

"Hi honey!" she gushed and tossed the tape to the floor, standing at my bare feet. "You're doing SO well. Tell me, are your feet ticklish too?"

I moaned and gritted my teeth - they were, of course - and clenched that balloon with all I had. 1 minute to go.

"Hee hee hee - let's tickle your feet for a while, huh?" Dawn said and wiggled her fingers, palms up, over the soles of my bound feet. It was brutal and she tickled me very fast and very lightly while giggling that evil little giggle. 40 seconds but I was losing it!

"NNNNRRRRGGGG!!!!" I grunted, holding onto the balloon with my last bit of strength.

"You can't take much more of this, can you Kyle?" Dawn said in a sing-song voice while tickling my feet up and down with her light, wiggling touch. "I'll bet your feet are toooo ticklish to last 30 more seconds, aren't they?"

Yep, they were. With about 20 seconds to go I couldn't take anymore and I let out a scream and the balloon floated to the ceiling. I was close to tears and laughing so hard that I was out of breath and my sides hurt.

Dawn calmly walked over and reset the clock while I begged some more - "Dawn, please untie me. You win! I can't take this anymore! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE untie me!!!" - and she just giggled some more and picked up the tape and stood over me while I gasped and panted.

"You have NO IDEA what you can take, and neither do I, honey. But don't worry, we'll find out!" Dawn said and tore off a piece of tape. "But first I'll let you get your strength back..."

Dawn then gave me the most evil grin she'd given me yet and slowly gagged me with the tape.

I grunted and gave her a look of total helplessness as she sat down next to me.

"I'm getting a little tired of all this begging, so I figured I'd just gag you," Dawn said, then pulled off a sock again and held it under my nose. It smelled pretty bad. "And THIS is for refusing to do as you were told before. Do it again and I'll make you smell both socks!"

Dawn smiled and put her sock back on and got up and left the room. "See you in a little while, Kyle!" she said. "Pretty soon the fun will REALLY start! I told you I was going to torture you. What'd you expect??"

Dawn giggled once more and left the room, leaving me bound and gagged on the bed. Still flushed and worn down from all the tickling, and dreading the next round.

Kyle

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• 01 - Tied & Tickled (f/m)

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Wednesday, January 19th 2005 - 09:28:46 PM

It's Kyle again. Here's the rest of the story about Dawn and me. (We were both 17 and seniors in high school, BTW)

So Dawn has me bound and gagged and is torturing me half to death and loving it. She's tied me down to her bed with my hands handcuffed over my head and my feet bound with a belt and an old sheet and tied down to the footboard. She's already tickled the crap out of me twice while forcing me to hold a balloon in my mouth for several minutes, and I've failed both torture tests. Now she's left with my mouth taped and just waiting for her to come back in and torture me some more. I'm in near hysterics and have never laughed so uncontrollably in my life.

I just kept looking at that door, waiting for it to open and for evil Dawn to come in and start torturing me again. I mmmphed under my gag and struggled to kick my feet free from the footboard but couldn't. My hands were hopeless because they were in handcuffs and the key was sitting on her desk - she showed it to me when she first tied me up so I would know where it was. The now infamous balloon was in the corner floating at the ceiling, just waiting to be used to torture me again. I was laughing into my gag and desperate to break free, but there was no way.

After about 20 minutes later Dawn came back in, smiling and giddy.

"Oh Kyle, this is so much fun. I love having you as my torture victim - I don't ever want to let you go!" she said. "Sorry I made you smell my socks before - that was just to teach you a lesson that I've got you tied up and I'm in charge. I don't think you'll forget again."

"MMmmm mmmph mmrrrrr," was all I said. I think I was yelling, "Untie me you psycho!"

"I'm gonna take your gag off now, and I better not hear any screaming. You know what happens if you do!" Dawn said and put her foot just under my nose. "Now, I hope this doesn't hurt!" And she ripped the tape off and quickly handgagged me to stop any yelling.

"Nnnnrrgghh. That really hurt!" I said into her hand.

"Hee hee hee." Dawn giggled some more. She was loving this. She went over and got the balloon and the dice.

"I think this is the last time we'll be doing this Kyle - the value of this roll is triple now. If you can't do it this time with the balloon, we won't do it again," she said.

"Oh thank God," I said. "So you'll untie me after this time?"

Dawn burst into a huge grin and a maniacal laugh. "Oh no no no! Did I say that? If you can't survive this torture, then that means you are weak, weak, weak and I'll have to toughen you up. No, no, honey, if you can't make it this time, then you and I will have a talk and decide what your final punishment should be. THEN I'll untie you. Hee hee hee!"

"I thought we were going to hang out today! You didn't say anything about tying me up for the day!" I demanded.

"Well, seeing that I HAVE tied you up and you are totally at my mercy, what difference does that make now?" Dawn said smugly.

"You know, Dawn, you agreed to let me tie you up too! So whatever you do to me, expect to have done TO YOU!" I said sharply. Dawn just stood at the side of the bed, bent down over me, and smiled.

"Are you threatening me, Kyle? I don't think you're in a position to threaten me. So if you are, there may have to be consequences," Dawn said, her face frozen about and inch from mine.

"N-n-no, I'm not threatening you," I said meekly, realizing how stupid that was.

"What do you say?" Dawn asked.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You call that an apology? I think you should kiss my feet!" Dawn said, stepping back and putting her brown socked-foot near my lips. "Kiss my feet now before I think of a WORST torture!"

I kissed Dawn's foot, and then the other. My heart was racing and Dawn stepped back and got the balloon. "That's better. You will not get a second chance."

I nodded and Dawn rolled the dice. It was a 2. That meant 6 minutes - I almost did 5 a little while ago with Dawn tickling me hard, so maybe I had some hope. But all the tickling had really worn me down and I wasn't sure I had much composure left.

"Crap!" Dawn said. "6 lousy minutes. OK, rules are rules. Open you mouth!"

I did and she placed the balloon in my teeth and I clenched them as she reset the timer to 6 minutes and it began. I was determined!

In an instant, Dawn said, "I think I need to find out where else you're ticklish!" And she climbed on top of me, straddling me at the stomach and giggling. "How about if my evil fingers tickle-torture your neck?"

And she reached down and very lightly tickled my neck, almost caressing it but doing it with a fast and excruciating touch. This girl knew how to tickle!

I gaped and breathed hard and clenched my teeth with all I had to fight off the tickling. It was pure torture! Dawn kept tickling my neck and behind my ears with light, merciless wiggling fingers. 5 minutes to go.

"I don't think you're gonna make it, Kyle!" she taunted as the light tickling intensified. "I think I've tickled all your strength out of you. I think you're about to crack! Huh? Are you? Huh? You gonna let that balloon float to the ceiling and doom yourself because you're so ticklish? Huh? Is your ticklishness gonna get the best of you? Uh? Am I gonna have to tickle-torture you even harder? Am I going to have to tickle you to death? Huh? Huh?"

Dawn then switched to my mostly bare arms (I just had a t-shirt and the sleeves were riding pretty high with my hands tied over my head) and lightly tickled them up and down. This is probably the softest part of the body and one of the most sensitive and I nearly jumped out of my skin. This was agony! But I held the balloon. 4 minutes!

Dawn kept her fingers gently tickling both of my helpless arms and smiled down at me.

"You are so helpless - you're never gonna make it," she taunted. "I WILL tickle it out of you. You know you can't take much more of my tickling. YOU KNOW I'm about to break you."

I panted for my life and breathed through my nose with all I had. Suddenly Dawn stopped tickling me and must have gotten an even more evil idea. 3:20.

"Hmm - I've had about enough of this, Kyle. Time to stop being nice!"

Dawn reached down, pulled off one of her socks, and put it over her hand like a glove, It covered almost to her elbow - they were knee socks and by this point I was terrified of them. What was she doing now?

"Say goodbye to that balloon" Dawn said and reached down and held my nose with her sock-covered hand, with the other hand she started to rapidly tickle my ribs. "Let's see you hold that balloon in now!"

I gasped and struggled. Between the tickling - which was only getting worse in my ribs - the pretty bad smell of the sock, and the fact that I now couldn't breathe through my nose, I was done for. I let out a monster scream and balloon drifted to the ceiling. Tears were in my eyes and I was laughing out of control. Dawn stopped tickling me and took her hand off my nose. The clock was at 2:30. Damn!!!!

"Well well well!" Dawn said, climbing off me and putting her sock back on, proudly smiling like a cat with a cornered mouse. "You have lost the torture game, and now you will pay!"

"Dawn..."

"Since it's tickling you love, tickling is what you'll get. I'm gonna tickle you until my Mom comes home. All you can do is pray she gets home soon!!!" Dawn said, grabbing the tape and putting it by my head. "This is in case I get tired of the screams. Hee hee hee!"

I don't know what else I can tell you, but Dawn stood over me and tickled me nearly to death for the next 30 minutes. I was laughing so hard and so uncontrollably that I was in tears. She just giggled and taunted me to the whole time.

After about 20 minutes Dawn gagged me with the tape. "I'm gonna tickle your feet now!!!" she said as she gagged me.

And she tickled my bare helpless feet for several minutes while I screamed into the gag. "Poor baby," she taunted over and over again while fingering my toes and soles. "You don't like being tickled? Well, here's some more!"

Suddenly, Dawn stopped tickling my feet and perked up. I was moaning through the gag so she said "Shh!" and put her hand over my gag. Then she said, "Oh shit! She's home!"

Her mother! The torture was going to stop at last. I was thrilled and now scared - was she crazy enough to show her mother that she tied me up?

"Dammit. Well, I guess you've had enough! Time to untie you" Dawn said and pulled my gag off. Then she quickly got the key and untied the handcuffs as her mother yelled from downstairs, "Dawnie, I'm home!"

"Be right there, Ma. Kyle's here!" Dawn yelled and got the cuffs off. "Here - untie your feet and come down. Put your socks on to hide the marks where I tied you. And run the cuff marks out of your hands. I'll tell my Mom you're in the bathroom. Hurry!"

Dawn hopped off me and ran downstairs to say hi as I untied the belt that bound my feet and got the torn up sheet untied too. Free at last! I ditched the stuff under the bed and ran to the bathroom with my socks. Once I got them on I ran my wrists under water to get the cuffmarks off. Not all the way, but enough, and I put my sweatshirt back on anyway. I was finally composed, but I'd be jumpy and giddy for the rest of the day because of Dawn's brutal tickling. I flushed the toilet - I really had to pee after all! - and ran downstairs to say hi to Dawn's mom.

We sat around the kitchen table and talked for a little while and then her Mom invited me to dinner. I said sure and she told us to go watch TV while she got dinner ready. Dawn's Dad and older sister Mindy would be home soon.

Once Dawn and I were alone in the den we sat on the couch and she winked at me and put her feet in my lap. "Ooh, you are so luck! I could have tickled you to death!"

"Yeah, and remember, you're next!"

"Oh sure," Dawn said, playfully moving her socked foot to my nose for a second and laughing, "but you better be careful what you wish for! Who knows - you just may find yourself tied up and at my mercy again sometime soon!"

"I don't think so, but I'm going to make you pay for torturing me today!"

"Oh yeah - here, tickle my feet," Dawn said, wiggling her toes at me through her socks. I obliged and took her socks off and tickled her feet. Nothing - no reaction!

Dawn whispered in my ear, "I am NOT very ticklish! HA HA HA!" She put her socks back on and her feet back in my lap. "If you're going to torture me, you'll have to find some other way!!!! And you better hope I don't get free.

I was dismayed at her lack of ticklishness and knew she had best me again. But I stayed confident.

"We'll see," I said. "Next week - my turn!"

"Alright tough guy," Dawn said and tickling my ribs with a quick poke of her toe. "We will indeed see!"

That's all. There are more stories to tell, though. I'll try and get them up here sometime soon.

Hope you liked it.

Kyle