Stories of Tie Up Games

"Oh! Look, Scott!"René breathlessly said, as she crawled inside the little cave. It was easier said than done, as she was wearing a dress and she had her ankles and wrists cuffed. She was also wearing thumb-less leather mittens. She got to her feet, and looked around. "It's beautiful ...

Talibfed wrote: ↑4 years ago No, I am pretty sure Hershell would have said something if he had KNOWN Sophia was in that barn.

Even so, he knew there was a CHANCE it was her in there, and he should have said something to Rick.

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Not much TUG in this story, I'm afraid René and Scott lay side by side in the hay up on the loft, looking out at the intensely blue summer sky. She was dressed in a three quarter length tulle skirt and a sleeveless lace blouse, he was wearing a t-shirt and Linen trousers. "Ah! This is life; isn...

Gymnastics class was over, and the girls, all dressed in leotards of various colours and sneakers, were on their way back to the changing room, when Sarah, dressed in a blue, short sleeved leotard, tapped Regina, dressed in a white-and-red striped, also short sleeved, leotard on the shoulder. "...

Egil and the girls had planned on going swimming in a nearby pond, so he had changed into his brown-and-beige chequered swimming trunks, and they wore a pink swim suit with green trim (Marit), a red swim suit with pink trim(Eva) and Sonia was wearing a white flowery swim suit. Just as they were read...

Hope you like it, Mask 6190 Egil Svendsen came home from school one day, and found a note from his younger sister, Marit, on the kitchen table. 'Dear brother,' it began, 'Sonia, Eva and I are hiding somewhere in the house. Find us! Usual rules apply.' Now, for a person outside the Svendsen-circle of...

Emma hid behind a stack of boxes in the basement, confident the boys wouldn't find her there. They had been playing hide-and-seek most of the afternoon, and now, she was beginning o get fed up. Or maybe it was because it was so unusually hot? She really couldn't say. Be that as it may; it had forced...

Hello, everyone. My name is Angela. I'll be 13 years old in a couple of days and I'd like to share a fictional story I was assigned to write a while back. It's called: "A proposal", and I'm actually kind of proud of it. My teacher, who is a notoriously hard person to please, said she liked...

Sophie sat on a bench outside her school, waiting to be picked up, although she didn't know by whom. The instructions she had received by phone, was for her to sit on this bench, on this day, dressed in sneakers, pantyhose and a leotard. No coat or bag, or anything else she could use to carry things...

It was close to midnight and Carina was fast asleep, dressed in her favourite pink, ankle long, long sleeved night gown, with green, ribbed cuffs and collar, when her mother woke her up, saying they had surprise visitors, and that she had to come and say 'hello'. "What? Now?" Carina drowsi...

This is a story, which is loosely based on the "Hansel and Gretchen"-story, as told by the Grimm brothers. Once Ivory had fully regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was that he had been stretched out on a hard surface, like a bench or something. He tried looking around, but i...

Part 2 Later that day, I got a visit from an elderly man, whom I only knew as Mr. Wilson, and a young girl, who I didn't. "This is my neighbour's daughter, Kristen." the man introduced her. She wore a cloak, which had a hood that completely hid her face. When he removed it, I could see she...

The mail took me by surprise. It began like almost any other mail: "Dear Joe. I know you don't know me that well. My name is Angelica, Angie to my friends. I'm fifteen years old, and I live on the floor above you. We've said 'Hello' and discussed the weather in the elevator a few times, and eve...

Looking back, Eliza never was able to work out why she and Deidre became such good friends. Maybe it was because they both felt out of place at the camp, or maybe they both instantly felt sorry for poor Igor, who they always defended against the other girls' cruelty. That actually earned them respec...

Igor led Eliza inside one of the cabins, and unlocked the cuffs around her wrists. Before recuffing them in front of her though, he spread a liberal amount of a soothing cream on them. "Protection." he grunted. "Thanks." Eliza replied. "By the way; Why aren't you able to spe...

When she woke, Eliza had a strange, pungent, smell in her nose. She noticed she lay on her stomach on a hard surface, with her hands behind her back, and when she tried to move them, she noticed her wrists had actually been cuffed together, as had her ankles. She had to shuffle around for a while bu...

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I'm working on the next part, but as I'm a slow writer, it might take a while.

Eliza walked in the hallway, after having taken an early morning ride through the beautiful but chilly autumn scenery, She was just starting to walk up to her room, when her mother told her to come in to the study. "Good morning, hunny. How was the ride?" her mother who, as always, had a s...

I stood in the middle of the studio, grinning like a fool when I thought about how easy it was to fool my two-year older sister Tea and her friends, all in their mid-to late teens. It had started with Tea. They were going to rehearse a dance routine in the dance studio in our basement, so she was wa...

Christmas day, and I along with my fellow pixie admired the Christmas tree. Well, I and my brother, dressed in our red and white pixie-clothes, lay on the floor admiring the tree our father had bought and lugged home, where we all helped decorate it. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. We all l...

Alex, having made herself ready for bed, stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her favourite pink, fluffy pyjama onesie with sewn-on feet, when a bag was pulled over her head and down to her waist. She tried to scream, but something round and hard was rammed into her mouth, her arms were pinned to...

It was a bitterly cold, moon-less winter's evening. Kimberly was on her way to visit her class mate, Drake, for a study session. She was dressed in boots, a blue one-piece snow suit, onto which her caring mother had sewn reflective ribbons onto the cuffs, collar and waist, a scarf, knitted mittens, ...

When I rang Mr. Wilson's doorbell a couple of days later, I was surprised to see it was a corpulent, gray haired man, who opened. "Ah," he said, in a shrill voice, "you must be Kristen! Frodo's been telling me SO much about you, and how good you are at getting out of tricky situations...