Stories of Tie Up Games

Suburban Captivity: Part 1


“Hello, Amanda, how's it going?” Rebecca called through her phone as she entered the bedroom. “Great, it's the same for me and with Anna too…No, I haven´t heard about it. What rumors?”

The tall brunette listened intensively as she lounged on her bed, the warm glow from the bedside lamp casting sensuous shadows across her plush bedroom. Her sleek black mini-dress hugged her voluptuous figure, accentuating the curves of her ample bosom and curvy rear.

“A burglar around here?!” Rebecca´s voice trembled slightly. She has spent all her life in the neighborhood and never experienced any crime. She had never imagined such an event disrupting the peace of her quiet life.

She perched on the edge of her bed. She pressed her phone to her ear.

The bedside lamp cast a warm glow in Rebecca´s cozy bedroom. The tall brunette single mother was clad in a sleek black mini-dress that accentuated the curves of her voluptuous body.

“Oh, I am frightened, Amanda. What he ties you up, can you imagine that?”

Rebecca shifted, the black mini-dress riding up slightly, revealing more of her smooth, toned thighs. Her back arched, amplifying the curves.

“Sounds like someone got a secret fantasy,” Rebecca´s friend replied teasingly.

“Haha, very funny, Amanda.” Rebecca chuckled.

“Are you sure you're not hoping to be the next damsel in distress?" Amanda continued with a teasing tone yet playful.

"Maybe…" Rebecca laughed nervously. "But seriously, it's such a wild thought. To be completely at someone's mercy, unable to move or speak... it's frightening but oddly intriguing, don't you think?"

"Oh, I see where this is going. You've been reading too many crime novels again, haven't you?" Amanda replied with amusement in her voice. "But hey, if that's what floats your boat, who am I to judge?"

"Hey, you never know what might happen, right?" Rebecca's voice lowered slightly, her mind wandering into forbidden territory.

"Well, just make sure to lock your doors tonight. You never know when a mysterious stranger might come knocking!" Amanda teased with a hint of mischief.

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to be on my guard." Rebecca's responded.

"But hey, a little excitement never hurt anyone, right?" Amanda teased once more as the call neared its end. "Okay, I need to go now. We got that meeting with the board to attend. Stay safe, Beck."

"You too, Amy. I´ll see you in a few minutes. Okay, bye!" Rebecca ended the call with a playful laugh, but her thoughts lingered on the burglar prowling the suburban streets.

After the call Rebecca rose from the bed with a sense of purpose, preparing herself for the upcoming online meeting with the company board. Her mind, however, remained distracted by the earlier conversation and the unsettling idea of a burglar in their tranquil neighborhood.

Standing before the full-length mirror in the corner of her bedroom, Rebecca applied a final touch of lipstick, her movements deliberate and practiced. The reflection that greeted her was one of confidence and allure. Her tight black mini-dress hugged her curves provocatively, the low neckline teasing a glimpse of her ample cleavage. The hemline skimmed just above her thighs, hinting at lace stocking tops that added a touch of subtle sensuality to her ensemble. She exuded an air of sophistication, a testament to her successful career as a management coordinator.
As she admired herself in the mirror, Rebecca's thoughts wandered back to Amanda's playful banter about the burglar. A pang of concern flickered through her mind for her daughter, Joanna, who would soon be making her way home. The thought of vulnerability, of being at the mercy of an intruder, sent a shiver down her spine. She imagined the scenario vividly, her heart beating a little faster at the thrilling yet unsettling prospect.

"Joanna should be fine," Rebecca reassured herself aloud, her voice echoing softly in the quiet room. "But I should remind her to be cautious, just in case." She bit her lower lip, her gaze fixated on her reflection as if seeking reassurance from the poised woman staring back at her.

The juxtaposition of her elegant appearance and the lingering unease about the potential threat outside created a tension that both intrigued and unsettled her. Rebecca took a deep breath, steeling herself for the meeting ahead while silently resolving to ensure every precaution was taken to protect her family and herself.

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn't notice the faint sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Until she spotted a shadowy figure materializes behind Rachel, his presence stealthy and silent as a wisp of smoke. Before she can react, a strong hand clamps firmly over her mouth.

"Mmmph!" Rachel muffled with eyes wide in terror.

"Relax sweetheart okay, relax.” The figure said.

“MmmphMmmphMmmphMmmphMmmphMmmph?!!”

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Suburban Captivity: Part 2

"Mmmph?!”

The realization hit Rebecca. This was him. This was HIM, the burglar who had been the subject of rumors around the neighborhood. Now he was here, in her home, in her own room. And she was at his mercy.

“Now, with that being said, be nice and quiet, for your own best interest.”

“Mmmph Mmmph.”

Her voluptuous body trembled with fear, which quickly turned into an unexpected sense of curiosity. What was happening? A sense of fear and thrill she hadn't anticipated washed over her. Was she expecting this to happen to her? Is that why she was so obsessed with the rumors?

"So, don't scream or run away and call for help. You just need to stay still, quiet, and compliant.” He leaned into her ear. “Behave nicely, and you’ll come to no harm. Understood?"

Rebecca's eyes flickered as she tried to calm down. There was a moment of silence, and to his surprise, Rebecca nodded, her body relaxing slightly under his touch. She wasn’t just compliant; she seemed to be eagerly submitting to his demands.

“Mmmph.”

“Wonderful,” he said. “Good, good, good. Now, stay quiet while I keep you safe and take your stuff, that's all. Nothing will happen to you. Y´hear me?”

“Mmmph,” Rebecca nodded again.

The masked burglar lifted his hand off Rebecca's mouth and she got some air.

The burglar then retrieved a coil of hemp rope from his pocket.

“Look, there’s nothing valuable for you to take. It ju—Mmmmpphhh?!”

“Hey, hey, hey, did I say you could speak?”

“MmmphMmmphMmmph.”

“Don’t make it hard on yourself, sweetheart. Okay?” He repeated with his eyes fixed on hers.

“Mmmph.” She nodded again.

“Okay, good. Now let me just take your wrists behind your back.”


The masked burglar, though momentarily taken aback, quickly resumed his task. He pulled out the rope and loosened it. He grabbed Rebecca's wrists, crossed them behind her back, and started wrapping the rope around them, cinching it tight.

“A-are, are you going to knot the rope really tight?” Rebecca asked nervously but with curiosity. Her red lips curled into a slight smile, and her eyes gleamed.

“It depends,” he said. “Are you planning on running away?”

“Oh no. But I suppose you should, just in case I would try to escape.”

“Well, too bad because you aren’t, hehehe!”

Rebecca's body responded to each pull and tug of the rope. He moved methodically, his fingers skilled and precise. He bound her wrists together with a hard final knot.

“Ouch! That's really tight.”

“Yeah, good. It should be. It will keep you in check then, hehe.”

“D-do you always tie up the people you rob?”

“I suppose we quit the chitchat and save it for later," He said while he moved to her ankles, looping the rope around her slender ankles and securing them together. "Like when the police arrive and you can tell them all about the perils you endured during my visit, hehehehe!”

He finished the ropework on the ankles with a hard knot that gave Rebecca goosebumps.

“There, all done. Now, for that pretty mouth of yours," He reached into the side pocket of his jacket. "I need a….Eh, dangit! Seems like I forgot to bring stuff to shut up my victims. Look like I´ll just leave you here an...”

“....I have some silk handkerchiefs in my drawer.” Rebecca interrupted.

“Oh?” He reached with surprise.

“Y-yo-you can use it to gag my mouth,”

The burglar paused, a look of surprise crossing his masked face.

"“Eh, all right? Thanks, I suppose." He replied." You're quite the willing victim, aren't you?" He rose up and went to the drawer near the king-size bed, intrigued as Rebecca tried to hold back the wry smile growing on her curled lips.

“I must say, you’re making this easy for me, sweetheart. So, I’ll do it as a favor for you.”

“Make sure you do it quite tight,” she said seductively.

“WHAT?!” He turned his head in shock.

“Oh, I mean…please be gentle. I won’t cause any trouble for you.”

"....Allright?" The burglar murmured as he retrieved a purple silk handkerchief from the drawer, as she had instructed. He approached behind her with the fabric soft and smooth between his fingers.

"Open wide." He said as she tensed the handkerchief tightly with both hands.

Rebecca parted her lips willingly, allowing him to push the handkerchief into her mouth. He pulled it tightly behind her head and tied it tightly at the back of her head.

"Mmmphhh… mmmphhh…" Rebecca moaned softly behind the gag.

“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he smirked.

“Mmmph!” Rebecca responded with a muffled moan.

"Now, you’ll be nice and stay here. And don't even think about moving."

The burglar left the room, leaving Rebecca writhing on the bed, her voluptuous body straining against the tight ropes. The sensation of the rough hemp against her skin drove her wild, and she rolled around on the bed, each movement causing her dress to ride up slightly, revealing more of her sheer stockings and suspenders. She felt utterly powerless, bound and gagged, unable to stop the burglar as he moved about her house, robbing it at his leisure.

Rebecca's mind raced with conflicting feelings about the unexpected thrill of her predicament. She arched her back, trying to find a more comfortable position on the chair.

"Mmmmpphhh." A soft moan escaped her lips in the silent room.

Rebecca wondered if she should stay and wait for help, or should she escape before things went too far?

Suburban Captivity: Part 3

After some time, Rebecca gathered enough courage to attempt an escape.

"Mmmmpphh" She muffled as she wriggled off the chair, landing awkwardly on the floor with a soft thud. Determined, she began to inch her way toward the door, her bound wrists and ankles made it hard to move with ease. Her heart pounded in her chest as she finally reached the bedroom door, her eyes fixed on the staircase that led to the hallway and the front door of the house.

"Mmmph!" Rebecca muffled nervously as she looked around the corridor after the burglar, no sign of him nearby.

She hopped softly near the staircase. Then she hopped down the hallway and stopped each time to turn her head to see if the burglar was nearby.

But as she turned her head to the front door, her heart sank. The burglar appeared at the bottom of the staircase and looked up at Rebecca!

"Going somewhere?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

Rebecca's heart raced as the burglar approached.

"MMMMPPHHH!" She screamed through her gag and attempted to hop faster, but it was too late. He caught her with a firm grip as he steadied her.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” he said sternly.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!"

The burglar led her into the office, a room filled with sleek furniture and the trappings of her successful career. He forced her to sit in the rolling office chair, her bound form sinking into the leather seat. The chair creaked slightly under her weight, the ropes ensuring she remained immobile.

Rebecca's chest rose and fell, her breath coming in the handkerchief-gag.

"Now, stay put," he warned. "Don’t make me tie you up even tighter."

"Mmmph," Rebecca nodded, her eyes locking onto his.

The burglar watched her for a moment longer before turning his attention to the room, rummaging through drawers and cabinets in search of more valuables. Rebecca's body shifted slightly, the ropes holding her in place, her mind racing with the reality of her situation.

As she sat there, bound and gagged in her own office, Rebecca's thoughts drifted to the intensity of the experience. Every sensation was amplified – the tightness of the ropes, the silk of the gag, the cool leather of the chair. She felt a strange thrill coursing through her, a mixture of fear, excitement, and anticipation.

"Mmmph... Mmmph...mmph," Her worrying muffling turned into a soft moan, betraying her conflicted emotions.

"Mmph," She struggled against the ropes, not to escape, but driven by the need to feel the tight ropework around her wrists and ankles. Her movements caused the chair to creak and her dress to ride up, revealing more of her sheer stockings and lace panties.

"Enjoying yourself, aren't you?" The burglar asked as he glanced back at her.

"Mmmmpphh," Rebecca responded with a muffled moan, her eyes gleaming with submission.

"Mmmph!" she tried to communicate, her voice tinged with a blend of frustration and arousal.

"Now, you'll stay here," the burglar said, pointing at Rebecca. "And don't even think about trying to escape."

Rebecca watched him intently, her heart pounding. She arched back, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the ropes only tightened, enhancing her sense of vulnerability.

"Mmmph," A soft moan escaped her lips as she wiggled, more to enjoy the ropework than trying to escape.

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