Stories of Tie Up Games

Greenwich Village, Thanksgiving, 1923


Evelyn Harper had been in New York for barely three weeks. She had arrived on November 1st for her new job as a typist on Madison Avenue, which meant her first Thanksgiving away from her parents and younger brothers in rural Pennsylvania. Her one-room ...

It was Cecelia Jenkins’ day off as chief rope and duct tape strength-tester at her town’s hardware store. Wanting some fresh Fall air, she went out in her most cute outfit: a white tweed jacket over a dark green t-shirt, black tights, brown boots, golden earrings, and a black beret over her short ...

Day 30: Comfort (MM/F)


Danielle Warson’s life was a never-ending stream of work. Her phone buzzed relentlessly: emails from her boss about design ideas at 2 AM, client demands before dawn, and overlapping meeting reminders. As the executive assistant to fashion mogul Jack Derricks, she was the ...

Day 27: Sink (MMMFF/F)


The fluorescent lights in the kitchen of Bella’s Bistro buzzed like bees, casting their harsh glow over mountains of greasy, sauce-smeared plates. It was 19-year-old Mika Bonri’s first night as a busgirl, and she was already rethinking her decision to beg her friend, a ...

Day 26: Latex (Creature/F)


“…containment breach at a laboratory on the west side. Officials say the specimen was being tested for military use. Citizens are advised-”

The news was on in the background, but Mei-Lin barely listened. She was too busy fighting the exhaustion that came after a ...

Day 25: Escape (F/F)

(Note: Continued from Day 6's story, which can be read above)



Zatanna locked eyes with Cleo and then closed them. It was time to escape.

Her mind raced, trying not to panic. The sewage water was now nipping at her ankles, cold and smelling of decay. She took a deep breath ...

Day 19: Silence (MM/F)


She was barely a year into her acting career, but people were saying she had found her breakout role in the indie thriller Hostage of the Heart, which already had critics buzzing. But tonight, she wasn’t on set filming. She was in her dressing room’s bathroom, live on ...

Day 17: Spank (Multiple F/F)


I walked up the creaking porch steps of the Delta Kappa off-campus house. The email had been vague: “Come by tonight, we’ll give you your answer.” I figured I’d be sitting in the living room, maybe offered a soda, and either welcomed or politely dismissed.

A sign ...

Day 16: Discipline (F/F)


My private academy didn’t hand out demerits or standard punishments for breaking curfew. They believed in something more…personal.

I’d been caught sneaking out for the third time that week to midnight study groups, desperately cramming for our academy’s notoriously ...

Day 15: Retro (F/F)


Her name was Marjorie Rhodes, and she was like a time traveler in pearls. She greeted me at the door in a cherry red polka dot dress with a white apron around her waist, sensible red high heels, and a string of cream pearls around her neck. In comparison, I practically felt ...

Day 14: Betrayal (F)


The game had started with thirty people. By the second week, it was down to three.

The Honors College’s annual “Assassin” tournament was the stuff of legend on campus: water pistols instead of Nerf, anywhere on school grounds outside of class time was fair game, and ...

Day 13: Relief (M/F)


The duct tape wrapped my wrists behind my back like the world’s worst hand-hold attempt. The ripped-up curtain gag was tied tight across my cheeks and between my teeth, and the scarf blindfold was tied even tighter, as if I were Superman and this blindfold was an attempt to ...

Day 8: Mimic (M/F; Creature/F)


The apartment was dim except for a scattering of candles and the glow from the DM’s laptop. Tara sat cross-legged at the table, black hoodie zipped up to her chin, the ends of her flannel pajama pants bunched into her Ugg boots, and her character sheet lay out ...

Day 6: Locked (F/F)


It was two hours until showtime at the Wayne Family Theater, and Zatanna Zatara sat before her mirror in her dressing room, fully costumed in a black tuxedo jacket, a white blouse, her signature fishnets, and tall, high-heeled boots polished to a gleam. The lightbulbs around ...

Day 2: Trance (M/F)


I sit on the edge of my living room couch, fingers twisting the hem of my red wool cardigan and brushing down my sensible black tights. The familiar hum of the house buzzed around me, from the distant refrigerator buzz to the faint ticking of the mantel clock. My new ...

Hi, everyone. It's me, Tamatoashiny123 (aka Empoleon666). I know I don't post here much anymore, but I wanted to share some of the fics I've been posting for Kinktober on DeviantArt. I won't post every day; just some of the ones I think will vibe best with this site.

(Also, yes, I know I'm only ...

In a green village on the Irish land,
Lived Seamus O’Hare in a stone house far from grand
A farmer’s lad with a tender stare,
For Molly McGonnal, so grand and fair.
Her eyes like the sea, her hair red flame,
The belle of the town, none fairer did came,
But Molly ne’er saw him; he asked the sky ...

Oh, and there was also a blooper reel that went with it. It has some gag-talk in it and some other goodies!

This was talked about in another forum site this weekend. Def worth a watch!

You made Kim look so good here! And I love the look of the cleave gag here!

Love all the pink here! Hope the bad guy stuffed Daphne's mouth under that huge scarf...

Oh hey, you twice tonight lol Thank you! it was very effective and restricting yet cozy. Theyre all beanies! Wasnt picking any locks or buckles with those on lol


Of course! Your pics are gorgeous! And I still have to comment on the KP and Shego pics...

How do you take the pics? Does a lucky ...

I love the mittens and faceless look with the hood!

You can copy-paste the text here. I did it for you:



She’s finally back. That last mission was very taxing. Unfortunately for her, she is the only person capable of completing it. She never thought seeing her room would feel so wonderful.

Most people call her Natasha. Her true name is Natalia ...