Stories of Tie Up Games

Hi Canuck,
two years ago I tried to make a novel out of it. Never ended (writing a full novel is quite difficult and only this year I've managed to do it). I'm happy you liked it.

The aftermath I stayed quiet for some month. In that span of time I didn't try to do self bondage either. I didn't want. This lasted after about seven months. I was watching a German crime drama on tv and I saw a damsel in distress. I got aroused. No feeling of anxiety, any trigger. I restarted to i...

I remember the relief when, once we were back in Nat's home, I was freed. I was still scared because of what had happened but I was afraid to speak out about this because I thought the two crooks could have tie me up again. I quietly said: "Don't do this anymore." "The problem we had ...

After about an hour in the trunk I was hot and sweating. I was not suffocating (as I've said outside the temperature was mild and my captors had said the car was under the shadow of a big tree) but I needed to breath some fresh air. I followed calling out for help for about three minutes when I hear...

At the time, I was a young lad of average height, curly dark brown hair and brown eyes, very slim. I wasn't as good as many other boys in sports and I was more a solitary guy who needed to appear tough to hide his many frailties. Being a kind of "friend" of Nat helped me to improve the vie...

Also a knotgag, then covered with duct tape wrapped around the head and over the mouth is very effective.

I was let bound and gagged with black tape into a big sport bag in the dark of a trunk in an afternoon of early September. Temperature luckily was mild and, according to Nat, my captor, his car was parked under a big tree. I was dressed with a blue t-shirt and short blue jeans. My hand were tightly ...

It was clear now what Nat and Don had planned: if someone had tried to enter in Nat's apartement, the dog should have assaulted him. Good thought - for him, not for me. The ride lasted - I think - fifteen minutes, but for me was the longest trip I ever had. I was a bit uncomfortable into the bag. I ...

Changed slightly this entry.

I hope this afternoon to have the time to continue. Keep your eyes peeled.

Yes, in many ways yours is also a partial portrait of mine, although a little different in other aspects. Interesting discussion, by the way.

I think you're right. Thank you .

How to continue? Explaining I was interested in TUGs and had vivid fantasies since I was 6? Or from the strange rasping sound I sometimes heard that seemed coming from inside Nat's house? Or the fact that maybe I dissociated for a while? I don't know. But after a minute it was clear I was Nat's and ...

Difficult question.
As a little boy, from 4 to 6, I was the "pleasure toy" of a sick adult. Then, I began to have fantasies related to bondage and submission, beginning precociously to masturbate.
There could be any correlation?

Nat and Don were high as shit. I thought they weren't capable of thinking of a better solution. For instance to call a trusted man to control the situation while I was in Nat's home. No. In that moment the only thing they were capable to think was that I had to follow them in the trunk of Nat's car....

The next day I was afraid to meet Nat. I expected by him a reprimand for what I've done, putting myself in danger. But after lunchtime I wanted to go out and play soccer with some other kid. I had the surprise of my young life when I saw Nat waiting for me before the door of the building where I liv...

Big fan since october 2002. I loved Doug's and Richard UK's stories.

Once. A female friend. I found out I was wrong lol.

I'm an amateur in comparison to you . No more than a bit over an hour. I think about an hour and half when I was 24 (self bondage).

Am I a gag snob? Yes, I am.

The worst thing is when the damsel watches directly to the camera.
Then the unrealistic clothing.
Also a loose bondage.

Little note: to be short and get to the point as soon as possible I'm summarizing the facts that in reality were a bit longer.

Then, of some situations, less I say, better it is.

It was early September and the school was going to restart. I had still only few days of freedom. Temperature was milder, only around early afternoon there was still a small heat. That evening I changed my t-shirt with another one with long sleeves. I said mum that at 8 PM I shoud have gone to eat a...

That was the only time I was used to traffick their shit. From that moment Nat began ordering me on a couple of occasions to be a spotter or more often to go to other, few trusted persons reporting orders. I obeyed happily. I was the typical reckless 12 years old, a boy who needed to feel bigger tha...

One day, we were near the end of June, I was in the bar sipping a Coca Cola with ice cubes and playing with the videogame. After fifteen minutes Nat entered with Don, a friend of him and accomplice of him. He was saying something that I didn't catch. They sitted down and ordered a Campari. In that m...