Stories of Tie Up Games

Sometimes things just work out in a glorious, wonderful, amazing way. Very often, good things come to those who wait. Both were the case in this story.

But first, a couple weeks ago I related to you, in the true story Adventures In Child Sitting (mf/M), how I had introduced my 9 year old daughter and 10 year old son to tie up games. They are obsessed with screen time and we have been trying to limit that as much as possible so I suggested that we make a game out of it. If they could tie me up and keep me tied up they could have screen time as long as I am tied up. They liked that idea and I shared my first experience with that a couple weeks ago.

Since then, they discovered I had a pair of handcuffs and it turns out that is a lot easier for them than rope so two weeks later on Friday night they decided to play our little game but instead of tying me up with rope, they handcuffed me with my hands behind my back. This takes some of the fun out of it for me because, although I am bound, I have never come close to mastering the art of lock picking like young, beautiful, and talented Avanya Black on YouTube. I guess you could say that I am neither young, beautiful, nor talented in that regard.

When Jared and Allie handcuffed me and kept me that way for an hour and a half, I simply had to sit there with my hands cuffed behind my back, unable to do anything. This served their purposes but for me it was boring (apologies to all you handcuff fans). I knew there was no chance of escape and the handcuffs just hurt. You would think rope would hurt more but if done right it just doesn't.

I enjoy the feeling of helplessness when bound. I particularly like the feeling of the rope tightening around my wrists or even the handcuffs being tightened around my wrists. After I am bound, a good part of the fun is trying to figure out how to escape and even if I am unable to escape it feels like a challenge. When I am tied up with ropes and find I am unable to escape it's that much more exciting because I know that it should be possible but in such a case it just isn't and that is a thrill. With handcuffs, I know I won't escape so that's it.

Saturday was a very warm and sunny day so we spent a good part of the afternoon at the pool. Allie and Jared occasionally lobbied for screen time but I held them off. The pool closes at 9 so we went inside and got changed. Once changed the children immediately showed up with the handcuffs and I knew they wanted their screen time.

I tried to tell them that the handcuffs just weren't much fun but they insisted so I allowed them to cuff my wrists this time in front of me which was more comfortable but even less exciting. I sat there for the better part of an hour with my wrists cuffed in front of me, pretty much bored. I finally told them that this wasn't much fun for me and they agreed to undo the handcuffs.

I told them that because of the time they really should start getting ready for bed and that was when Allie started lobbying to tie me up with rope. I told them they could do that but when I got out they would have to go to bed. Allie looked at Jared and told him that he had to tie me up this time because she had done it the past few times. Jared seemed really excited about his screen time so he looked more enthusiastic this time.

While earlier attempts by Jared to tie me up had not been overly impressive I should have known that he had it in him because he and his sister are both in scouts and for the past two years he has been practicing knot tying. I went and got several lengths of 1/4 inch thick cotton clothesline rope cut into three to four foot sections. I handed them to Jared and he told me to put my hands behind my back palm to palm.

I couldn't really see everything he was doing but it felt like he wrapped the rope around my wrists a few times and tied it off and then wrapped it between my wrists, cinching that fairly tight and tying it off. He then did a little bit more. He then took another length of rope and wrapped it around my ankles, tying it off fairly tight. He then took another length of rope and wrapped it around the ropes binding my ankles, and between my ankles, and cinched that rope tight. At this point my wrists were well tied behind my back and my ankles were firmly bound. He looked at me and said, “good luck because you're not getting out of that.”

I told him we will see about that. He went over to resume playing on the computer and I set to work trying to figure out if there was any chance of escape. I found that my wrists were firmly bound and there was no chance of slipping my hands out. I couldn't see how I was tied so I had to begin feeling around. This was difficult because of the way I was tied. Jared looked over at me a few times and smirked while I continued to try to figure out if there was any way to get out of this.

Eventually I was able to find a knot and I began working on it. Jared did not just make double knots but triple and quadruple knots. I found it was fairly easy to reach the knots, so I continued to work at them and after not too much time was able to untie several of the knots and some of my wrist bindings loosened up. With the bindings somewhat loosened I started to try to get my hands free and I finally managed to slip one hand out. I quickly brought both hands around in front of me and showed Jared that I had freed myself.

Jared was disappointed but my ankles were still tied tightly and he said he was going to tie me up again. Not being one to turn down an offer like that I decided to let him do it even though the time was now almost 10:30 PM. Always wanting to be helpful, I informed him that there were a few more lengths of rope in the back room closet if he wanted to grab them. For some reason he did. I also gave him a helpful hint that he needed to make sure that the knots were out of my reach. He seemed to appreciate the advice and he again had me put my hands behind my back, palm to palm.

Again, I could not see what he was doing but I could feel him wrap rope around my wrists a few times and tie it off. This was not very tight and did not seem like a very great beginning. I was able to hold my wrists behind my back about 1/2 inch apart inside the slack of these wrist bindings. He then started wrapping rope around the wrist bindings in between my wrists. Each time he wrapped it he pulled it tight and after a couple times I could feel my wrist bindings getting tighter and tighter. He seemed to be really into this. He cinched my wrist bindings tight and tied them off. He then continued to wrap more rope around my wrists, in some cases tying rope around just one wrist and knotting it and in other cases wrapping it around both wrists. He kept adding rope and tying knots and tying more knots and after some time he finally proclaimed he was done.

I was now securely bound hand and foot and I could just tell that this was going to be a lot more difficult than the first time. Jared looked very pleased with himself as he looked at me and said, “you are never getting out of that.” “We'll see about that,” I replied. Jared then looked at his sister and said, “Allie, get over here and see how I tied dad.” She came over and looked at my wrists and said, “oh wow!”

Both of them quickly went back to their devices and I was left to my dilemma. I was seated in a rather large chair so it was impossible for me to put my arms over the back of the chair. This created a bit of a problem from the standpoint of comfort because if I tried to sit back my bound arms and wrists were between my back and the chair. It was difficult to move around because my ankles were so firmly bound. I could tell that I was quite securely tied but I really could not tell the details.

It was both fun and exciting to be tied up like this. In the past when I have been tied up I have been tied to chairs but it's actually been fairly rare that my ankles were bound. This time with my ankles securely bound and my wrists securely bound the feeling was different and it was just fun.

I started to try to move my wrists around and found they were very firmly bound together. As I felt around I could not find any knots and I finally was able to feel at least six strands of rope wrapped around each wrist. The more I felt the more I realized that there was not a single knot that I could reach. The bindings were tight. Not so tight so as to cut off the circulation but plenty tight that I was not going to slip my hands out.

I resigned myself to the idea that escape was going to be somewhere between difficult and impossible. Despite that I have been tied up so many times in my life and so many times I have eventually found a way to free myself. Historically I've actually been quite good at it.

What I really liked about this situation was that Jared had a reason for tying me up and a reason for keeping me tied up. I suppose if I had really needed to get out he would have untied me but lacking a near emergency he had no interest in doing so and that added an extra element of excitement to the whole situation. I was securely bound hand and foot, there was no time limit as to how long I would remain bound, and there seemed to be no way of escaping. I always dreamed of a situation like this and it was finally happening!

A lot of emotions went through my mind. Of course there was a certain level of discomfort. The ropes were tight but not overly painful. The fact that I was sitting in a large chair with my arms between my back and the chair was the most uncomfortable part of the situation since there was really no good way to sit back and not have my arms uncomfortably pinned.

I continually shifted my position, trying different positions to get as comfortable as possible. Just moving was quite difficult with my wrists and my ankles so securely bound. I felt like a prisoner and Jason and Allie were really paying very little attention to me.

Time seems to slow down when I'm tied up like this. There was no clock visible from the chair that I was seated in so the only way that I could know what time it was was to ask Jared or Allie. 11:00 PM. 11:30 PM. Midnight!

Jared was playing a game on his computer and both of them were watching silly videos. Other than the fact that they were letting this go on longer than I would have had them otherwise do it they really weren't pushing any boundaries seriously except, of course, that they had me bound hand and foot and if they had pushed any boundaries I could have done nothing about it except for complaining vocally.

I suppose if I had thought that there was much of a chance they would do anything really dangerous or threatening I would not have allowed myself to get into this situation and I believe I was safe with that assumption. I could see Jared's screen from where I was sitting and so in between struggling with my bonds and shifting my position to try to get comfortable I resigned myself to looking over his shoulder at what he was doing and watching. I suppose that was good from the standpoint of making sure he was doing nothing he was not allowed to do and it gave me something to do since I was making zero progress in getting free.

It was now past midnight. I was still bound hand and foot, no less securely than when I was first tied up. It was well past the intended bedtime for Jared and Allie but they were obviously having fun and I could do absolutely nothing about it except for occasionally verbalize to them that it was getting late and we could not let this go on forever. They would nod in agreement but continue doing what they were doing.

Occasionally Jared would look over at me and snicker. I asked him if he was enjoying himself being able to stay up so late and having me helplessly tied up and he said he thought it was hilarious. I could tell he enjoyed having me in this predicament and I enjoyed it too, obviously. It was kind of funny because occasionally they would ask me if they could get up and get a snack and I suppose I could have voiced my objection if I thought they were really stepping over the line but they weren't so I just looked at them and said, “what am I going to do about it?” They would just look at me and say, “right!”, and then just get up and get what they wanted. Occasionally they would bring a morsel for me and feed it to me because, obviously, I was helpless to do anything myself.

12:30!

I had now been tied up for over 2 hours and had made absolutely no progress in escaping. It was pretty obvious that was not going to happen. Jared and Allie showed no signs of tiring of what they were doing and neither did I. I realized that it was getting ridiculously late but other than voicing my concern about the time and the fact that the children would need to be going to bed soon, there was nothing I could do physically to enforce that.

Despite a growing discomfort produced by the amount of time that I had been tied up I have to admit that I was more than enjoying this situation myself. I was securely tied up, bound hand and foot, by two people who wanted me that way so they could continue to do what they would not otherwise have been allowed to do. They had little interest in letting me go any time soon. I had only dreamed about scenarios like this!

Not long after 12:30 AM Allie said she was going to her room. She did not say she was going to bed but just to her room. She left and I was left tied up with Jared. He continued to play on his computer and only paid occasional attention to me. At some point after 1:00 AM, after I had been bound hand and foot for over 2 1/2 hours, Ali came back into the room. I told them both that it was getting very late and Allie said she was going to untie me.

I had greatly mixed emotions about this but I leaned forward so she could begin to untie my wrists. She worked on it for some time and made some progress but at some point she seemed to tire of doing it and she and Jared started to play with the handcuffs which were still sitting on an end table near me.

Despite the fact that Allie had partially untied some of the knots around my wrists Jason had tied me up so thoroughly that I was seemingly no closer to freeing myself. My hands remained bound securely behind my back with several strands of rope around each wrist. I sat there helplessly and watched Allie and Jared play with the handcuffs.

At one point Jared handcuffed Allie’s hands behind her back so that now she was bound in handcuffs and I remained bound in ropes. They argued a little and wrestled a little and after a while Allie was freed and Jared was handcuffed behind his back. This went on for a while with Jared and Allie alternately hiding the key while the other one was handcuffed and I sat there helplessly. It was a pretty amazing feeling being a helpless bystander to all this.

At around 1:45 AM Jared and Allie settled down a little bit and Jared said he was going to untie my ankles and let me try to get my hands free. He untied my ankles and for the first time in over three hours I was able to stand up but my hands were still firmly bound behind my back. With my legs free I was able to walk over to a mirror and see how my hands were tied.



It was quite a sight with a jumble of so many knots over top of my wrists I couldn't even see all the rope around my wrists. All the knots were on top of my wrists well away from my fingers which is why I couldn't reach any of them. It was quite a sight and an exercise in overkill but I had to admire it.

The time was now near 2:00 and Allie went to bed and Jared and I had a short discussion about how he had tied me up. I asked him if he had considered hog tying me and he didn't look like he knew what that was. I told him I could show him real quick and I told him to tie my ankles together again as I laid on the bed. He did that and then I instructed him to join a rope from my wrists to my ankles. He did that but quite loosely. It wasn't much of a hog tie but it was quite late so I really didn't care.

Jared walked away and I asked him if he was going to untie me. He said he would but first he had some things he needed to do. I was fine with that since it meant a few more minutes tied up and I figured he would be back shortly. I was once again laying there bound hand and foot. I was no closer to getting my wrists free but I figured I would be free in a few minutes.

I laid there and time seemed to slow down again. I really didn't hear much and I began to wonder what was going on. Occasionally I could hear Jared doing something but I had no idea what it was. My shoulders ached and as much fun as I was having, with the late hour I was ready to be released. However, Jared did not come back into the room. I continued to wait for his arrival and considered whether he was going to just leave me here. I still heard him doing things in the other room so I knew he had not gone to bed.

I thought about my options. My ankles were bound quite securely. I figured that I might be able to get up off the bed and I might be able to hop into the kitchen and try to find something to cut the ropes. That was not a fantastic plan because I'm not as nimble and flexible as I used to be. Since I heard Jason in the other room I decided there was no point to executing that plan so I just laid there bound hand and foot.

After what seemed like quite a bit more time and no appearance of Jared back into the room I called out to him and he answered that he was in the middle of doing something. I asked him when he was going to untie me and he said in a little bit. I have to admit that despite my discomfort it was thrilling to be at this kid's mercy. He finally came in and untied my wrists, a procedure which took quite a lot of time given how thoroughly I was still tied. My arms had been bound for so long it was difficult to move them back in front of me. He left my ankles tied and I had to untie those myself.

After I was freed I went out and looked at the clock and it was 2:30. This time I had been securely tied up continuously for four hours. This scenario was one I had only dreamed about ever happening. 1 1/2 hours into being tied up the clock had turned over to the next day which was Father's Day. This was probably the best Father's Day gift a guy could ever hope for.

Mmm, love mom in bondage stories.

Great story! You did a great job describing the tying and emotions of being tied up for so long. It put me right there. Thanks for sharing!