Stories of Tie Up Games

Interesting to see what Karen can do without the gag. Maybe she can use her teeth on some knots or at least communicate with Tim into getting loose.

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145 – Conversation

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Really? You have not dated since you and mom divorced.”

“I know, but Miranda is different.”

“Yeah, she likes to get tied up and you like to tie her.”

“That is not what I meant.”

“Oh?”

“I like her, she is a gorgeous woman with a great personality.”

“And she likes to get tied up.”

“Not just her. This whole group is into bondage.”

“You did not complain last Saturday.”

“Duh, I was bound and gagged. I did not get a chance to join in the party.”

“You should have escaped.”

“There was no way I was getting out of that one.”

“Are you sure you tried hard enough?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Shame, I was going to suggest you try again.”

“Try what? Escaping?”

“Yes.”

“Why would I try that?”

“So that you get better at it. Like the others.”

“They never escaped.”

“True, I must give you that. They did never escape. But maybe we did not give them time enough.”

“Oh, I had enough time, some fricking 11 hours, to escape.”

“But you did not escape. Hence why I said you might need some more training.”

“And who would be applying said bonds?”

“Well, I could if you want.”

“Don’t you think that is a little weird?”

“What? Me restraining you?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe, but nobody is around, so who would know.”

“I would know.”

“Yes, since you would be the one tied up.”

“See?”

“What is the difference if I do it or one of your friends?”

“Somehow that sounds different.”

“The end result is the same.”

“Maybe. You might know better how to tie me up.”

“Maybe.”

“And you would release me if I could not get out?”

“Eventually.”

“What?”

“Eventually I would release you.”

“And how long would ‘eventually’ be?”

“Dunno, all depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“If you make a good effort.”

“Define ‘good effort’.”

“Actively trying to escape. Will that do?”

“I might get tired.”

“Then you rest, before giving it another go.”

“Rest? While tied up?”

“People fall asleep when they are bound.”

“True, but I do not know if I could do that.”

“We could find out?”

“You are pushing your luck.”

“Why? You are not even tied up.”

“Yes, I know. And you are trying to change that.”

“Maybe.”

“What you mean maybe?”

“It is just fun and games.”

“For you maybe, I am the one tied up.”

“But you are not.”

“Not yet.”

“See, so that’s why we should try it.”

“Somehow I suspect that I will be tied up soon enough.”

“Yeah, in the next few minutes.”

“No, that is not what I meant.”

“You mean tied up by the others?”

“Yes.”

“Nothing wrong with that.”

“You are not the one tied up, as I said before.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Maybe tie up Miranda?”

“But she is not here.”

“I know, that was the whole purpose of me saying it.”

“But you are here, you need the practice, and I can probably find some rope.”

“Am I going to win this conversation?”

“Probably not.”

“That’s what I figured. Go get your ropes.”

Intriguing Idea how you composed this Chapter. No Names. Just the Dialogue between two Persons. Very spartan. I like that!

Caesar73 wrote: 5 months ago Intriguing Idea how you composed this Chapter. No Names. Just the Dialogue between two Persons. Very spartan. I like that!

Would live to know who is talking.

Alboreland wrote: 5 months ago

Caesar73 wrote: 5 months ago Intriguing Idea how you composed this Chapter. No Names. Just the Dialogue between two Persons. Very spartan. I like that!

Would live to know who is talking.

Me too But there is the catch the Author intended

Brilliant, @slackywacky.

Alboreland wrote: 5 months ago

Caesar73 wrote: 5 months ago Intriguing Idea how you composed this Chapter. No Names. Just the Dialogue between two Persons. Very spartan. I like that!

Would live to know who is talking.

Perhaps we can guess who one of the conversationalists is, but not both. Inquiring minds want to know.

Alboreland wrote: 5 months ago Would live to know who is talking.

The hints are there... (I did not make it difficult )

... somebody is involved who really likes Miranda
... somebody who was tied up for a long time during the weekend
... both are fairly new to the group

That leaves very few options...

slackywacky wrote: 5 months ago “Really? You have not dated since you and mom divorced.”

“I know, but Miranda is different.”

This already gave it away.

very interesting stylized chapter, but I have to say, that half-way through, I started to loose the thread about who is speaking. Nice experiment.

An interesting idea. Reminds me of the old Maddog stories from the various TUG sites in the past with the stories done in quotes.

I almost passed out from excitement when it became apparent that Fay is about to be tied up again. She is my favorite! I totally agree with her father, she needs more training!

The way this conversation proceeded, with Fay gradually resigning herself to the inevitable, was absolutely magnificent. The final sentence, "Go get your ropes," is my favorite chapter ending of all time.

The technique involving only dialogue was unusual, but it really worked here. I am (literally, I just realized) on the edge of my seat with anticipation of the next chapter involving Mark and Fay. This story was already great, but it just keeps getting better.

By the way, I think I recall that Fay is a cheerleader. Is there any chance that someday she will be tied up while wearing her cheerleading uniform? There's nothing better than a tightly trussed up and gagged cheerleader.

iliketights wrote: 5 months ago There's nothing better than a tightly trussed up and gagged cheerleader.

I'll see what I can do

I just love this tale, well save for the male bondage lol. And I’m proud to say I guessed who was talking without the spoiler alert. As always I can’t wait for more @slackywacky. Maybe with Fay in her cheerleading outfit or even a swimsuit

Thank you for all the replies. No male bondage in this chapter @Bandit666

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146 – Coffee table time

“Hmmppffff.”

Fay woke up disoriented. For a few moments she fought the items that seem to prevent her from being able to move. Then she remembered why she could not move; her father had tied her up. It had been the result of a discussion about her not being able to escape her bonds, although Fay suspected her father had coached her towards her agreeing to get tied up. As if she had not been tied up enough over the weekend.

“That is weird rope.” She had said as her father walked back into the living room.

What he had brought looked like half inch wide straps made of plastic. Mark cut some pieces of different length from the long length.

“I use these in my job.” Mark had replied. “They are strong, stronger than most rope.”

She had turned around, holding her hands behind her back, but her father had stopped her.

“You want to change? Maybe something more comfortable? Go to the washroom? I do suspect you might be tied up for some time.”

Eventually, after deciding what to wear, she had changed into one of her old cheerleader outfits. They did not use this design anymore, so if it got damaged, that was fine. It did fit her perfectly, as she stayed in shape. The brunette looked in the mirror and did her hair up in a ponytail.

“Good looking, you are.” Her father had said, seeing her dressed in her old outfit.

Again, she held her arms behind her back, ready for her father to tie them, but he had other plans.

“Lay down.” He had said, pointing at the coffee table.

She gave her father a glance, her piercing grey eyes looking at him, as to ask what he was up to, before she laid down.

“Scoot down a bit.”

The table was just big enough that if her head was just on the table at one end, her knees could bend ant the other end, and her toes could just touch the carpet. Mark had tied a strap around her waist and the table, cinching it between her back and the tabletop.

“Arms above your head.” He had told her.

Crossing her wrists above her head, Mark used the straps to tie her wrists. Once tied, he pulled her wrists down above her head and fixed it to the bottom rung of the table, preventing any movement. Fay felt around for a knot, and she learned something about the straps her father was using, as she could feel a knot, but they were tight.

“This stuff is hard to untie.” Mark had said as he saw his daughter looking for knots.

He used the straps to tie her elbows to the side of the table, before running a rope under the table and over Fay’s arm pits and neck. Another set of straps just below her breasts followed the previous ones. All straps were cinched, and all knots were pulled tight. More straps followed at her hips and upper legs. Fay could hardly move. After tying her ankles to the outside legs of the table, Fay figured he was done, but she had been proven wrong, as her father had started another strap from her wrists, next to the left side of her head all the way down her body to her left knee, wrapping it around every rope that he crossed. He used more straps to do the same to the right side of her body. It made everything even tighter. If Fay thought he was done now, she was again wrong, as Mark started to wrap more straps around the ropes holding her to the table, on both sides of the table.

“Okay?” He had asked as he stepped back.

“And you expect me to escape from this?”

“Sure.” He had grinned.

For a few moments Fay strained against her bonds, but nothing moved.

“Fat chance.” She had said.

“I’ll give you a while to escape, once I am done.”

“There is more?”

Mark grinned again as he had held up a sock and a role of tape. Fay sighed, opening her mouth. The sock was not large, probably one of her own, but the tape had been wrapped all the way around her head, so she was now unable to talk.

“Now I am done.” He had told her. “Escape.”

He had watched her for a few moments, before he had turned off the lights and laid down on the couch in the dark room, next to the table where his daughter was helplessly tied up and gagged.

“Just call out of you need me.”

That had been an undetermined amount of time ago. Fay had fought her bonds hard for a while, before taking a different approach, but neither had led to her escaping from her bonds. Occasionally she had grunted in her gag, but she was not willing to give up, even when her father had fallen asleep, as she could hear his soft snore.

“Great, he is asleep, and I am stuck.” She thought.

She had considered waking him up, but she figured it was late, and he needed his sleep, so she just kept trying to find a way out of the situation she was in. Eventually she had fallen asleep too.

“Hmmppffff.”

Now she was awake, and she remembered why she was tied up. Her father was still asleep. It was still dark in the house, so she figured she had not been sleeping long as in late summer the sun came up early enough. The position she was tied in was a bit awkward, but not painful, although she would not mind being able to pull her wrists up from over her head. Her fingers played with the knots that were in her reach, but as her father had said, it was very hard to untie the knots in the straps.

“This is frustrating.” She thought, giving up on untying the knots.

There was very little movement possible. Nothing was tied in such a way that it hurt, but everything was snug. It did not feel bad, almost like being caressed. Being a cheerleader meant she was flexible and fit, and although it did not help her escape, it did help her being able to endure the position. It had been a long day, the fair, going for dinner afterwards, even if it was only pizza, and now being tied to the coffee table, but Monday was a PA Day for the local schools, so she could rest up if needed. Listening to the light snoring of her father made her grin. She was happy for him that he got along with Miranda so well. If it meant for him to be happy, she could deal with getting tied up occasionally. She probably needed to work on her own tying skills, if she was not going to be the one tied up constantly. She made a mental note to talk to Karen. She would be able to teach her.

“Hhhmmpppffff.”

She softly laughed as her father moved around on the couch. Not waking up but changing position. She had surprised herself by agreeing to get tied up the past few days, although she was not sure she would like to be tied for another 11 hours again. But being tied and gagged took most of the options away as to how long you stayed tied, unless you could escape.

“Escape is not going to happen today.” She sighed, although the gag made it sound weirder.

As she did not want to wake up her father, Fay just relaxed and before long, she fell asleep again.

Excellent: Fay will not escape that is for sure. I like Fay´s Outfit! Fay agrees to be tied up long term again. This Girl cannot get enough

Apprentice Domme

Excellent! The beautiful Fay bound and gagged in a cheerleading uniform, and with binding material that's even more difficult than rope to escape from ...

I LOVE it!! Poor Fay, though. It doesn't seem like she will be free any time soon.

This story has really been going on for some time! It's very well written and very interesting. I only have been able to read the first two installments so far. I will read the rest as time permits!

Third installment read! I liked how time was spent showing the boys' discussing how the game had gone so far, and the idea of leaving one mother bound but untying the other.

I agree with @Caesar73. Faye is not likely to free herself. It is nice that she is not unhappy with her situation.

GreyLord wrote: 3 months ago I agree with @Caesar73. Faye is not likely to free herself. It is nice that she is not unhappy with her situation.

Glad to see you active on the board again.

StrugglingSue wrote: 3 months ago Third installment read! I liked how time was spent showing the boys' discussing how the game had gone so far, and the idea of leaving one mother bound but untying the other.

Keep reading

What can I say other than yet another fabulous instalment of this tale. It never fails to delight and always makes me return to discover what’s next @slackywacky

I have not mentioned this in a while, but a note from @GreyLord reminded me.
This story has over 1.3 million views. WOW. Thank you all who helped me get here.

And in case you wonder, no, I am not ending this story yet.

Thank you for all the replies and the many views.

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147 – Flashback

“Oh, I remember that one. It was harder than it looked.” Karen said, looking at the large TV screen.

They were sitting in the livingroom at Bridget and Elly o, looking through the photos that Bridget had been scanning. They were all part of the photo sets her father had made, some of them having Karen as the model.

“It is funny how you do not see some of these positions anymore.” Sally said.

When Bridget asked if they wanted to come out on Saturday morning and go through the photo sets she had scanned, it had been easy for Karen to agree. When Sally heard about it, she wanted to come along too. During an earlier session at Elly’s, they had found that Sally looked so much like her mother at Sally’s age, when they redid the bondage position, it was as if time had stood still.

“That one is actually interesting, as you only need one piece of rope.” Elly started, looking at the photo.

“But there are more ropes on mum.” Sally said.

“Yes, Harold liked to use more ropes. It made it look more real.”

“I can understand that.” Karen added. “More ropes make it look like it is harder to get out. But with this position, a single rope was all you needed.”

“Want to try?” Elly asked Sally.

“Sure.” She replied without hesitation.

Elly left the livingroom and returned a few minutes later with some rope and what looked like a broom handle. Sally had moved to the floor next to the coffee table, waiting for the next steps.

“Okay, this stick goes at the back of your knees, just fold your legs. Like you can see on screen with your mom.”

Elly held the stick, while Sally lifted her feet over it.

“Arms underneath the stick and in front of your legs, you might have to pull your knees up to your chest a little.”

Elly tied Sally’s wrists crossed in front of her legs. Her arms were now stuck in front of her folded legs. The stick prevented her from lifting her feet, while the rope around her wrists prevented Sally from moving her arms. She could not unfold. Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, Sally tried to struggle but found that the position she was in was impossible to escape from, unless she could get rid of the rope holding her wrists together.

“Interesting.” Sally said.

“You look so much like your mother.” Elly stated.

“Except for the clothes.” Sally grinned. “They are a bit old fashioned.”

“Sorry.” Karen replied. “In those days this was as far as you could go.”

In the photo, Karen was wearing what looked like a black bra and black panties, with garter belt and stocking, and 2-inch heels. The photo was black and white, and Sally could not remember what the exact colors were.

“Too long ago. But I suspect it was black underwear.”

With Sally still on the ground, they looked at some more photos of the same set.

“How long did this take?” Sally asked her mother.

“Oh, I suspect this one was just half an hour. Not more, as it was a simple set.” Karen answered.

“Harold used to do several sets in a day, even having multiple models for different shoots on the same day. Processing the photos took time, remember that this is before digital cameras. He would spend an hour on taking the pictures he wanted before spending several more hours developing them.” Elly said.

“Something we tend to forget.” Karen added.

“If memory serves me well, on several occasions he leaves you tied up, while he went off to the darkroom.” Elly grinned.

“Yeah, not that I could complain.” Karen laughed, remembering those events.

“Dad used to say that you were one of his models that enjoyed staying tied up.”

“I would not say ‘enjoy’. In most cases I did not have a choice as your dad did not release me. And I suspect at times he forgot about me, probably too busy developing the photos he took.”

“Didn’t you tell him?” Sally asked her mother.

“Oh, I did, and it would work for a week or so, before it happened again. His line was always that I should learn to escape. Which never worked.” Karen grinned.

“Not much has changed since then, isn’t it?” Elly asked.

While they browsed through some more photos, Sally tried to escape her bondage, even if it was just a single rope.

“Oh, I remember that one.” Karen said, pointing to the screen. “That one took a long time.”

“The spiderweb as we called it.” Elly stated.

“It took forever to get it set up. As a model you needed some endurance, as it was not something that was done quickly. And getting out of it also took time.”

Sally looked at the screen. It showed her mother standing with her hands up inside a wooden frame and ropes were wrapped around her body at various angles from the wooden frame that surrounded her. It really did look like a spiderweb. Ropes ran from hooks in the wood to the Karen, standing with her legs about 2 feet apart. More ropes ran from her knees to the posts. The next level was ropes from Karen’s waist to the sides, followed by ropes to above and below her breasts and neck.

“How long did that take?” Sally asked, studying the photo.

Karen’s hands were raised above her head, tied to a wooden beam that was held in place by more ropes from the wooden beams, including the wood above her. Ropes ran from all the hooks to different points of Karen’s body, like the ropes connecting to her waist were also connecting to her knees, creating a spiderweb of ropes. A cloth gag was tied between her teeth.

“The first time I modelled it, almost two hours, as Harold had to figure out were to put the hooks in the wooden frame. Once he sorted it out, it went down to 45 minutes. Although, not surprisingly, he did leave me in there for 3 hours once.”

“I am sorry Karen.” Elly said. “I was not always aware of what happened in the studio.”

“No worries, I am fine. To be honest, and do not tell anybody I ever said this, but I did like longer bondage positions.”

“Like the time he forgot about you, and I found you the next morning?” Elly grinned.

“Well, maybe not that long, but even nowadays when I get tied up, it is in lots of cases for several hours. That is one thing that has not changed much.”

“Just as you want it, mom.” Sally laughed.

There were a few more angles from the spiderweb photo shoot. It was easy to see, because Karen was wearing different clothing, mostly bra and panties, that not all photos were taken at the same time.

“I remember this one too.” Karen said as she looked at another photo of the spiderweb series. “Milly was the other model; she had tied me up in the spider frame. But before telling her to let me out, he tied her up, her arms, as you can see in the photo, tied together at elbows and wrists. I remember she was flexible.”

“And did he keep the two of you like that?” Sally asked.

“No, he told Milly to untie me.” Karen sighed.

“And I assume that worked out well?” Bridgit asked, already knowing the answer.

“Let me say it this way, he had to untie us after he was done with developing the photos.”

They looked at some more photos, before Elly told them lunch was ready.

“Nothing fancy, just sandwiches and soup. I set it out in the kitchen.” She told the others.

“Sounds like a good idea.” Karen said and got up and headed for the kitchen.

Bridget followed her.

“Excuse me?” Sally said as Elly also walked in that direction. “I’m still here, sort of stuck.”

“Maybe we are forgetting something.” Elly said, walking back into the livingroom, grabbing a sheet she had brought in earlier and gagged a protesting Sally with it.

“Now we can go for lunch.” The older woman laughed.

It is always great to revisit the old days.