Stories of Tie Up Games

Down to earth and real, fun and very sexy.

My Damsel in Distress, Part 2 (Sheila, Sean, and I are 11, playing in an abandoned rowhouse in Brooklyn, before fantasy books and movies became popular.) The next Saturday, Sheila told us stories from the shopping bag of chapter and picture books she’d brought, along with materials for our costumes—...

Another one is Houdini's Metamorphosis, also usually done with a female assistant--requires more skill.

I have one or two more I can go over, write, and post.

City games Colleen and I checked each handball court for a good match-up. Brooklyn handball was the best in the city but there were too many cracks in the courts, gangbangers betting on games, so we'd taken the subway to the Lower East Side in the City. Colleen pointed to the fourth court, a couple ...

Under the Boardwalk: poetic bondage with Shay Part 2 “Terry, phone for you,” the manager called out. “I'll take it in the storeroom.” I'd asked Shay to call me at my summer job at the local hardware store so my mother wouldn't overhear us talking. “Did you find us a place?” Shay asked. “Under the bo...

My Damsel in Distress “Take that, Green Knight,” I shouted, banging my sword down on Sean’s shield. He replied with mighty blows to my shield. I was readying for a whack at his sword, when he stopped and held up his hand. “Sshh!” I froze. Footsteps on the stairs below. We were playing in an abandone...

Thanks. I remember my friends I'm calling Sheila and Sean, our tie-up games, and I can reconstruct the story.

Back in the day, kids were less knowledgeable, more naive about tie up games and bondage, and the adult world more judgmental and harsh. New York City was our playground.

Holiday ties On a cold December Saturday morning, I waited for Colleen under the awning of a butcher shop. We'd been going out since the beginning of summer, to neighborhood handball courts, swimming, the zoo, anywhere we wouldn't be seen by anyone we knew and wouldn't get jumped. On the block or at...

Strong story-telling, psychologically believable, rich with detail, good reconstruction of dialogue and your thought process. You, Kat, and your friendship are appealing. Looking forward to other stories.

String-tied at Coney Island Colleen and I got in the front car of the D train so we could stand at the window and watch Brooklyn roll by from the elevated tracks. I put my arm around her shoulders and held her as the car jolted us side to side and we watched the apartment buildings with graffitied w...

Poetic bondage with Shay, Part 1 From as early as I can remember, my cousin Shay and her mother would visit us from Philadelphia a few times each year. As latchkey kids with single moms, rare among Irish Catholics then, Shay and I became very close. When I was twelve, she thirteen, I took her to the...

Double Dutch Jumprope A couple of weeks into the school year a new student came into our sixth grade classroom. We all stared at her as Mrs. Steiner wrote down her name, gave her books, and led her to her seat. She was black. Back then, in my Irish neighborhood in Brooklyn, my mother only reluctantl...

I'd like to revive this discussion, as it's helpful for writers and readers to make their stories believable and age appropriate. The shift from childhood tie up games to adult bondage interests me and probably many others, as it's different for every individual. The more honest and true the stories...

By a shoestring, with Gianna Jackie and I were sitting on the damp rip-rap, idly tossing rocks into Hudson Bay. Now, with gentrification of my Brooklyn neighborhood, you see yuppie moms jogging, pushing babies in Audi-like strollers, but then, kids swam in the polluted brackish water, fished for eel...

Wrestling, a leather belt, and Colleen Every time I saw Colleen, she was surrounded by boys, playing stick-ball or ringalevio. Her flashing green eyes and the carefree way she walked and laughed like she owned the block made boys want to go out with her to show everyone they had her. I was drawn to ...

Looking back, I think Colleen wanted her hands tied because it kept her from having to prove herself, and she could get into kissing me.

Captivated We were about ready to give up. We were trying to get together a game of ringolevio, where the goal is for your team to invade the other team's territory, grab their flag without getting captured and put in prison, and make it back across the street to your home territory. Ordinarily, we ...

Thanks. Sensual intimate stories stay with me.

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“What's this?” Fiona dangled the vibrator from two fingers like it had cooties. I deflected. “What you doing in my backpack?” “What other dirty secrets you got? Should I strip-search you?” I was surprised Fiona, a 'good girl'— in those days in Irish Catholic Brooklyn, that had a very specific meanin...

Thanks. Been reading off and on for a decade. The site's continued within boundaries while staying fresh, a tribute to your original concept and the current Administrators. I condensed our real-life discussion to keep the story moving. The sex part was accurate—“Fiona” found it a sexy challenge, say...

My girlfriend and I both worked full-time, taking classes in the evening. We only got two hours Monday and Thursday evenings together at her apartment, before her father came home. Fiona and I would put on music, talk if we were exhausted, kiss and cuddle, then, if all the planets aligned and passio...

Guilt sucks for adults, but when you're a kid you learn to turn it into the spice that makes stuff like a TUG more exciting.