Stories of Tie Up Games

Catherine slipped on her purple wool cardigan and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. The long light brown hair was falling over the shoulders of the cardigan, and the cream-coloured camisole underneath fitted loosely. She had a simple string of pearls round her neck, as well as wearigna gold watch and gold loop earrings.

Walking back to the bed, she sat down and pulled on the dark tights, and then over them the grey trousers. She went back to the mirror and looked at herself, smiling as she saw how good she looked, and how happy she felt.

“You know what? Just for once,” she said as she went to the bedside table and picked up her cell phone, looking at her reflection and the pink back to the phone before she smiled and took a selfie of herself.

“Hello.”

The gloved hand over her mouth took her by surprise as the male voice said “don’t struggle…”






Angela looked at the front of the café, and then at the voucher she had been sent in the post, as she tried to consider whether or not she should go in. The older woman had chestnut brown hair cut in a feathered style and was wearing a brown striped jacket over a cream woollen roll necked sweater, a wide brown leather belt around her waist. Her long light brown skirt had a pattern of otter silhouettes and small flowers, and she was wearing a pair of high burgundy boots with a high wide heel.

“Well, it’s a free coffee,” she said to herself as she walked in, looking round as another woman walked over. She was wearing a blue-green cardigan over a long blue patterned dress, the skirt coming down to her knees, and knee length blue suede boots.

“Welcome to Chez Sheila,” she said with a smile, “how can we serve you today?”

“Well,” Audrey said as she looked round, liking the ambience of the place, “I was sent this voucher for a free coffee and cake.” She handed it over to Sheila, who looked at her and smiled. “Of course – please, take a seat here,” she said as she indicated a table next to a door, “and I will fetch this for you, no charge.”

Angela smiled as she sat down, looking at the other tables as women sat around talking, and then smiled at Sheila as she placed a large mug of coffee and a slice of cake in front of her.

“Thank you,” she said as she heled the coffee mug in both hands, and then took a drink before she started to eat some of the cake. It was certainly good coffee, delicious cake, and she felt relaxed as she drank some more.

“Enjoying the coffee?”

Angela turned her head and smiled at Sheila as she said “yes I am – this is… is…” She blinked and then said “I feel…”

“I know,” Sheila said as she helped Angela to stand up, and then opened the door, “come with me, I’ll make you comfortable…”




“Whtsshnhnhn,” Catherine mumbled under the gloved hand.

“I see you have taken a selfie – good. I want you to hold your phone out to the side.”

Catherine slowly held her hand out as she looked to the side, watching as a gloved hand took it from her.

“Thank you, Catherine.”

“Hweddhuhkhnhhmm?”

“All in good time – you are going to come with me. So, when I take my hand away, I want you to do one thing.”

“Whhhthh?”

“Open your mouth.”

“Whhh?”

“Open. Your. Mouth.”

Catherine slowly nodded as the gloved hand was taken away, and she opened her mouth, seeing the white folded cloth before it was pushed in past her teeth.

“Good – close your lips and turn round.”

As Catherine turned, she saw her assailant for the same time – he was a young man, slim with dark hair, and wearing casual clothes – but he also had a long, wide strip of clear tape in his hands, which he pressed down over Catherine’s mouth, smoothing out any creases and air bubbles.

“There – I see you have some boots out. Put them on.”

Catherine nodded as she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the black suede boots, tucking the legs of her pants in and slowly pulling the zipper up the inside. She then stood and looked at herself in the mirror – she looked amazing, and she could hardly see the tape covering her mouth.

“Swwhhphhnnnsnh” she mumbled.

“Now – come with me to my vehicle,” the man said as he took Catherine by the arm and walked out of the bedroom, down the stairs and out of the house, the man closing the door behind them as she heard the alarm start.

“This way,” he said as they walked down to a waiting van, Catherine looking from side to side as people walked past, not noticing at all what was happening. The man opened the back of the van and climbed in, helping Catherin to step in as well before he closed the door. She then felt him take her hands behind her back and heard a rasping sound as a thin strip of plastic forced her wrists together.

“Sit down.”

Catherine sat on a rug as she watched the man use a second zip tie to secure her ankles together, and then saw him smile as he said, “let’s take a little drive.” He got out of the back, closing the doors as she heard the van start, and then felt it move off.




When the van stopped, Catherine looked to the rear door as it opened, and he stepped in. Smiling, he cut away the strips holding her ankles and wrists together, and then said, “come with me.”

Catherine stood and walked out of the van, as they entered a café and then walked through another door, down to the cellar where Catherin saw a woman in a blue dress standing.

“Ah – this is Catherine?”

“It is,” the man said.

“Excellent – will you help me and then you can take care of me?”

“Of course, Sheila,” the man said as Catherine stared at her, wondering what was going on as Sheila took her by the arm and led her to a high-backed chair. She helped her to sit down and then took both of her arms round the chair back, Catherine wondering what was happening as she felt the rope securing her wrists tightly together.

She then saw the young man kneel in front of her and take her left booted ankle, placing it against the leg of the chair before she secured the two tightly together. He repeated the process on the other side before he took another rope and bound her legs together above her knees, Catherine grunting as Sheila wrapped a longer rope round her upper arms and forced them against her sides, and then wound it round her and the chair back.

“Whhruuh? Whtthsghnhn?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Sheila said with a smile as Catherin looked round, and then saw the curtains to the side of her.

“Hmnnhthlhnn?”

“Oh no,” the man said as he pulled the curtains away, Catherine’s eyes opening wide as Sheila pulled a second high backed chair over and sat on it.

“If you would be so kind?”




Angela groaned softly as she shook her head. Something… Something in that coffee…

As she slowly raised her head and opened her eyes, she tried to focus, but it was difficult. Something was holding her arms, her legs, and she was stiff, and there was something pulling back the corners of her mouth, something like cotton wool on her tongue.

“Wththohhnhnhddd.”

She heard her voice – well, what seemed to be her voice – but it was muffled, indecipherable. She groaned again and allowed her eyes to come into focus, then looked down and raised her booted ankles, the white band of rope wrapped around and between her legs.

“Wthththhhllhhh…”

Angela realized she was sat on an armchair, and she lifted her legs up the skirt moved to show the second band of rope that was holding her legs together below her knees. She then looked down her chest, seeing the bands of rope that framed them and held her arms against her sides, and realized why she could not take her hands round from behind her back.

But that was not all she could see. Opposite her was the woman – Sheila – and she was bound tightly to a chair the bands of rope round her chest holding her in place and her bound ankles secured to the front leg.

“Uhhh? Uhdhddhhths?”

“Hdhdh,” Sheila said as she tried to speak through the white tape that covered her mouth. Angela stared at her as she saw the smile on Sheila’s mouth under the tape, and then indicated to the other side of Angela with her head. As she slowly turned her head, her eyes opened wide as she said “Chrhssss?”

Christine stared at Angela, and slowly nodded as she saw the white knot of silk between her teeth, the band tied round her head pressing her cheeks in as the ends lay at the back of her neck. She was the last person she had expected to see when the curtains had been drawn back, but there she was.

As for Angela, she looked at the woman sitting in the chair, tied tightly to it and with her ankles tied to the front legs. She had to admit, she made the outfit look good.

Or rather, he did.

Catherine blushed a deep red as his wife looked over, and said “uhlhkkthtsss?”

“Dhrhshshnlhkths? Yhs, bht…”

Angela looked over, her head to one side, as she nodded and said “WEhhhluhmhhkthtwhrk.”

“Hdh?”

Angela nodded as Shela watched her shuffle forward in the chair, the gag much darker at the corners of her mouth as she watched.

“Uhrhrnhtnhd?”

Angela shook her head as she said “nnhh – shporhshdbhtnhtmhd. Uhlhhkhkhddhshkssshhktht.”

Catherine looked over and then down at her bound legs, before she said “hwshshhchldkhsuhrhthnh.”

“Shhodhdhhtt?”

Both of them looked at Sheila before Angela pushed herself onto her feet, and then jumped across, her skirt rising and falling with each hop before she sat on Catherine’s lap, the two of them closing their eyes as they kissed each other, the soaking wet knot rubbing on the clear tape over her mouth.

Sheila smiled under the tape – she knew Catherine as the manager of one of her friends and had known for some time what he liked to do. She could not judge – after all, she was the same, and as they kissed, she felt a warmth inside her…