Stories of Tie Up Games

I love the sensory deprivation you describe. I'd love to be kidnapped by this gang.

Thank you for your comments. I'm glad you like my story.
I home my fetish for woolen sweaters is not too much invading. I've always wished I had a more commonly shared fetish, like on socks, underwear or sneakers, but who choses their fetish?

Chapter 25: Thursday Morning I had probably fallen asleep quickly, because when I saw Stéphane and François lean over me, it took me a few moments to understand that it was not one of the many visits they had paid me in my dreams, but that it was already dawn. All night, in fact, I had seen them ag...

Great story.
I love the idea of being tied with a shirt.

Great story. I love the idea of being tied up on a bench.
Thank you!

Chapter 24: Wednesday Night Finally reassured of my fate, and confident in my two new captors, I must have dozed off. Because it was when François and Stéphane were busy freeing me that I opened my eyes to find their two charming faces leaning over me. - End of the nap, young friend! I was allowed ...

Your story is great. The idea of your friend asking you to tie him up when everyone expects the opposite is brillant.
Can't wait to read more.

Chapter 23: Wednesday, End of Day In the late afternoon, in fact, I heard the door open. And, to my surprise, when my head was out of the sweater it was locked in, instead of Vincent, I saw the two teammates who had escorted me in training every morning lean over me. One of them explained to me: - ...

Thank you for encouraging me.

Chapter 22: Wednesday, such a long day So Vincent also understood my fetish for sweaters… As much as I felt confident about what Martin would do with this, I was wary of Vincent. But these thoughts failed to completely spoil the pleasure of being tied up in her efficient but bearable hogtie and sme...

Excellent! Thank you.

Chapter 21: Wednesday morning (Including a tribute to chapter 97 of the saga from [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] ) At breakfast, the mood had barely subsided since the excitement the night before. Everyone was eager to see the schedule for the day, and were eagerly awaiting what form rowing traini...

I'm liking it! And being tied to the pontoon, gently rocking to the current of the river while gazing up at the stars and worrying about wild animals is quite the experience. I'd like to believe I'd enjoy it... depending on how tight the rope is ;) Believe me, the rope can be tight! Thanks for your...

Part of me thinks it's a little dangerous to leave him out like that, but I like to think that someone (maybe Victor ;) ) were closer by than we realized [mention]gaggedfeety[/mention] : You seem to wish that Victor (in fact Vincent) and our friend have an affair, if not a threesome with Martin! Yo...

Chapter 20: Tuesday, dinner and bedtime When it was time for dinner, Vincent freed me from my ties and I was able to descend, free, into the dining room. The atmosphere had not lost any of the excitement of the afternoon. Of course the one with the fastest time was the hero of the team, but I, havi...

Socksbound wrote: ↑3 years ago @Paris_bondage so glad you can relate. Lucky for you you have been able to borrow friends things, unfortunately for me it is all just a fantasy.

Honestly, it's much easier to create a situation when you may borrow a sweater than a pair of socks

A true cliffhanger. Congrats.

I want to know your biggest secret, too! I can easily identify to your character, as I have a strong fetish too, mine being about woolen sweaters. And I've been very much able to "borrow" other guys sweaters the same way and for the same purpose as your character (if not you) borrowed Will...

Fantastic story.
I can't wait to read more.

Excellent story.

I'm looking forward to read more of it.

Chapter 19: Tuesday Afternoon With lunch swallowed and the dishes put away, Vincent gave the order: - Everyone at the boathouse at 3 p.m. That gave us an hour. Vincent motioned for me to follow him into the bedroom, made me lie down on the cot, placing me so that my wrists were mid-length of the co...

Chapter 18 : Tuesday morning, continued His footsteps receded and I found myself alone, firmly attached to this post, dressed in the clothes Vincent had worn all the previous day, and my head wrapped in the fresh, clean wool of a chuncky sweater that I myself had washed. And, as you know, I liked i...

Canuck100 wrote: ↑3 years ago

Paris_bondage wrote: ↑3 years ago Did he know how much he was fulfilling my fantasy?

It would be mine too.

Great work! I really enjoy your story.

I know that we share this fetish for woolen sweaters. Are we just two of a kind?

Great story. I’m looking forward to reading the next episodes.

Chapter 17: Tuesday early morning After he got out of the bathroom, Vincent freed me from his sleeping bag and allowed me to use the toilet and take my shower, this time without taking the precaution of tying my right wrist to my right thigh. What I took at first as a sign of confidence. Error: the...