Stories of Tie Up Games

Aaaaand we are about to take quite a turn. *evil laughter* SCENARIO 4 Being provided a wardrobe was not something I expected. A strange feeling bubbled up in my gut, wondering if I was about to push my luck with this. Then, a weird question flashed before my eyes. They wouldn’t hurt me, would they? ...

SCENARIO 3 Only ten minutes had passed by the time I saw John and Mercedes storming down the stairs dressed head to toe in black. Each of them had black beanies on their heads and had painted some kind of black paint on the upper part of their faces. They looked like burglars in a big heist movie. I...

Note: the tape used in this part of the story is basically meant to be like duct tape but with the texture of bondage tape. It has adhesive but is shiny and almost like latex/spandex. Anyone know if this type of tape actually exists? SCENARIO 2 In an attempt to help me calm down and not over exert m...

SMITH BONDAGE FOR HIRE My heart rate increased slightly. I wasn’t upset or scared. It was excited, but could not show it. My audience of coworkers would wonder why I was suddenly giddy amidst the banalities of office work. Nevertheless, my eyes continued to scan the email on my phone. Please deposit...

Jaaaake wrote: ↑1 year ago This was great. Hope you continue it in the future.

[mention]Jaaaake[/mention]
Thank you for the read! Glad you liked it. Hopefully something new and equally eccentric will sneak into my mind soon.

Caesar73 wrote: ↑1 year ago I do love this very sensual tale. Nice descriptions too!

[mention]Caesar73[/mention]
Thank you for the read! Glad you liked it!

TightsBound wrote: ↑1 year ago Loved this and would love to see more!

[mention]TightsBound[/mention]
Thank you for the kind words! Hope to post something new soon.

Excellent story. I like the way your friend picked it up so quickly that you almost think it wasn’t her first time :twisted: I’m just trying to picture what you’re wearing: skirt, top and tights, jeans and t shirt, jogging shorts and crop top? It makes a big difference when the naughty rope. And vi...

GreyLord wrote: ↑1 year ago Interesting and very descriptive. I agree with @JulieG that is sure seems like Helen has had some previous experience.

[mention]GreyLord[/mention]
That Helen is full of surprises. I wonder what she and her BF have been up to…?

DioA wrote: ↑1 year ago Wow, this was a great read. You seem like a fun person to be friends with.

[mention]DioA[/mention]
Aww shucks. Stop it, you. Thank you for your kind words and glad you enjoyed it

(For those who have had to resort to self tying and long for someone to do the tying for them. Here’s to hoping you build the courage to ask that one person you trust to fulfill this need). ;) The Pleasure of Being Bound My moment of confidence had arrived. I sat on the my living room couch, looking...

I most certainly would love to be tied up! Ideal location would be in someone’s basement, complete with a lovely collection of bondage tools and things to tie me to (particularly chairs, support beams, benches, etc). I’m partial to rope bondage and tape gagging, but am open to stuffing and OTM gags ...

Disclaimer: this story may be a bit strange for some. If you don’t like sci fi alien situations, it may not be for you. The TUG part is a bit loosely folded in but the “tied up and gagged” aspect is still there (about a third of the way in you will encounter it). I may be stretching if a bit, I thin...

Picture this: you are the significant other of the main protagonist of an adventure/spy movie. Classic "S/O in distress" situation. You find yourself in an abandoned building, tied to a chair and gagged. Ropes encircle your wrists behind your back, torso, waist, knees and ankles. Other rop...

Hello, everyone! I know you are all a very supportive bunch and I am wondering if someone has any advice. Is there a way to do a rope chest harness in a self-tying scenario? I can't think of any way to do it unless someone else is tying me up. I just haven't built up the courage to ask my best frien...

PART TWO: Two months had passed since that horrifying experience. The police arrived, just as my captor had promised and found me bound and gagged in the basement. I was released and helped up the stairs to my couch where I was put through questioning. I told them everything I could about what I had...

DISCLAIMER: This story is more in the horror genre, just an FYI. No murder or gore, just scary images. This was supposed to be a fun night of games and good food. It was a typical Friday night get together designed to help all of us escape from the hell that was work. My best friend and I did not si...

Personally, I’d like to actually have an experience where someone else does the tying up and gagging. I’ve only been able to do self bondage of late and, while it’s better than nothing, I’d like to get the actual feeling of someone else doing it. I have a close friend who is the only one I would tru...

It is always a pleasure to ready a story from someone new to the forum, @ropeladygags . And doubly so when the writing is so clear and descriptive. You have given us a most interesting scenario here. I do hope that you will continue writing and posting on this site. Welcome again to tugstories. [me...

As the work day from hell finally concluded, I found myself exiting the office after the sun had set. The parking lot was decorated in the fluorescent lights with one at every row, but only a couple of cars sat empty. My little hatchback awaited me about five rows from the front door. Fiddling with ...

What a nice way to introduce yourself to this forum, @ropeladygags. Welcome! I hope that this is only the first installment and that you will have further chapters coming in this interesting story. It would seem to have a lot of potential. If I could offer one suggestion: your story would be easier...

Evening in late July. The sky was splattered in deep oranges and yellows as the sun crept closer to the horizon. I sat on the couch in the front room of my modest home that was hidden deep in the woods. The main highway was about a quarter mile up the dirt road that stretched out from the front yard...