Stories of Tie Up Games

Tau Iota Epsilon 01: The Photographers
Friday, January 22, 2016

“They took pictures of me… naked,” Kiersten Byrne said to her best friend, Chloe Metz, “And it is so annoying. They claim they want to help me discover what gets me ‘wet’ in bondage.”
“Again? Kiersten, why don’t you show the photos to Zoe then?” Chloe responded confidently.
“Every time I get my hands on their phones, the photos are already deleted. They take them and show them to God only knows who and then delete them!” the frustrated girl seethed.
“So you can’t prove it Zoe or Sky then,” Chloe grimaced and put her hands on her hips, “F-ck!”
“And believe me Skylar would tape their noses shut if given the chance.”
“Sky is one bad-ss House Mother for sure. Let’s go talk to Maria, hmm?”

Kiersten smiled and followed. While Skylar was the House Mother to two of Kiersten’s adversaries, Maria was an official Tau Iota Epsilon Babysitter who was also the official TIE Secretary, Kiersten’s roommate, and co-roommate with the third adversary. House Mother was the chief rank within a given TIE residence, often hand picked by the President as a person who was a known, trustworthy quantity in TUGs and who would enforce the TIE handbook in a strong and authoritative manner. The sweet as sugar Skylar was strict when it came to rules. In contrast, Maria had no authority and worried about TIE’s finances, but she had Level 5 training.

The taller, stronger Chloe, about 5’9”, strutted in front of the 5’4” Kiersten. Kiersten was but a sophomore while Chloe was a junior. Chloe had dirty blonde hair and wore an American flag polo shirt that she tucked into a tight fitting button up red denim skirt and black thigh high boots. Kiersten happened to come to the door just as Chloe was getting ready to tie up Maria, a girl who was a glutton for bondage. Kiersten was simply dressed with tight fitting blue jeans, white socks and colorful sneakers, a green t-shirt, and a denim jacket. Her blonde hair was closer to platinum and shiny. The Irish girl had pretty blue eyes, and the German girl had lovely brown.

“Maria,” Chloe roused the Italian, who was engrossed in her homework, “I need your brain.”
“Oh?” said the pure-blooded but fully American girl, “What do you need?”
“We need a conniving mind to set up a bondage trap. Bree’s B-tch Bunch keeps taking pictures of Kiersten when she’s bound, gagged, and exposed.”
“I can’t f-cking stand Bree and Jess, and they’re turning Paige into one too. It’s easy. Sky’s got a House Mother meeting tonight. That means it’ll just be Kiersten, Paige and Jess there. Bree will almost certainly go over there, too. You’ll go “get a milkshake” with Maya, who just got her Level 2 cert before sneaking into Kiersten’s place. We’ll get Millie and Joy to help us since she is up to her eyeballs with those three. Four against three.”
“You mean five against three,” Kiersten corrected her.
“No, I mean four. This means Chloe isn’t tying me up, and it’s been a while since I got wet and had my boobs aired out. Kiersten, give Chloe your key. Paige should know better as your Big.”

Kiersten smiled at this plan. She loved when her breasts were exposed during bondage, but she expressly forbade her photo being taken when she was naked. With a glance at the hard-earned pink wristband she had earned late in the previous semester, she felt a rush of confidence. She had won the trust of President Zoe and Vice President Dana just by being herself, and privileges like this were a sign of true commitment to sorority’s values of sisterhood, friendship, and TUGs.

Maria threw her dark curly locks behind her head with a grin. Her brown eyes shined with a hint of mischief. She was the absolute mistress of cunning plans and was always the girl to whom all turned when they wanted help planning a kidnapping TUG. Black jeans, black ankle boots, a black long-sleeve t-shirt, and a black bandana headband all aligned with this girl’s sneaky ways. She was a precious ally in TIE, a girl who kept all secrets told to her and who showed no bias in handling a position of authority. This was why she was a Babysitter.

Babysitters were trusted girls whom other girls in TIE could call for help in managing a captive. A good example was coursework. Sometimes, the captor had a night class, and she could call a Babysitter to come and take over the captivity upon the captive’s agreement. The Babysitter had to be a trustworthy person, and the TIE President had to approve of this nomination. Thus, it had been obviously proven in front of many girls that Maria was a paragon of TIE virtue.

“Let’s get that milkshake together,” the victim suggested, “I’ll go home first and go to my room with Maria. After 30 minutes, you come in because they usually keep me for at least two hours.”
“Are you sure you can handle that much?” Chloe raised an eyebrow at that.
“Yeah,” Kiersten looked at her green wristband with confidence, “I can do it alongside Maria.”
“Two hours or more? What do they do? Grab you after you lock your desk for the night?”
“Typically, yeah. One night they grabbed me at 8:15 and kept me for the full 3 hours.”
“Wooowwwwww,” Maria liked this thought, “I hope they break out the wand just for me.”
“She’s horny, too,” Chloe deadpanned, “I hope they break out the binder clips just for you.”
“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,” the Italian shook her, “You’re just as much of a blonde b-tch.”


Chloe dropped her jaw in shock at that smart insult and stood still, watching Maria and Kiersten continue walking along without her before she regained her composure and ran to catch up to her friends. Chloe was quite casual about calling in the reinforcements to meet them all for a shake at their favorite campus eatery. This was, in her mind, a simple operation if all followed her idea for executing Maria’s suggestion. Maria would just quietly nod and approve or disapprove.

Joy and Joyce were sophomores like Kiersten but didn't live in one of the sorority residences. To Kiersten, they almost seemed useless in this context, but she had seen Joyce’s professional ways of kidnapping girls during sorority games. Despite having had to go through the process to earn a Level 5 rank, Joyce arguably was the most professional girl in all of TIE!

“What's going on here?” Joy sat down with confidence and a smile.

Kiersten then explained everything to Joy, Joyce, and Maya. Each girl had an unique touch with her style. Joy Fredericks, a girl of about 5’4”, was blonde haired and blue eyed and the younger sister of President Zoe. Her hair was long and held back by a purple bandana headband. With it, she wore a teal sorority sweatshirt, purple sweatpants, and purple sneakers. Joyce Verdi had only shoulder length light brown, or dark blonde, hair, glasses, and hazel-green eyes. She wore green jeans and a purple polo shirt. Maya Pathappan was but a freshman, the daughter of natives of India. Her older sister was how she got into TUGs, after discovering her sister was a bondage model. Then, upon arrival at Minnesota Tech this past August, Maya discovered TIE and joined it with great eagerness. Yellow leggings, a teal sorority t-shirt, and, like Joy, purple sneakers are on her. Her long jet black hair and brown eyes make her smile more obvious than the other’s.

Then Kiersten and Maria began the walk back to the house by themselves. Kiersten opened the door and motioned for Maria to follow her into the house. They talked like it was normal, and as part of the process Kiersten changed the markerboard to say she was currently available for TUG kidnapping games. She and Maria then went up the stairs to her bedroom, and soon enough they heard the familiar voices of BreeAnne Nicholson, Paige Wilson, and Jessie Pappas; naturally, the second girl came up behind Kiersten and hand gagged her while BreeAnne took Maria.

“Hiiiiii, K-Girl,” Paige said with a sinister tone, “Let's play. C’mon, Jess, tie her up.”
“Oh, boy, I’m eager to play!” Maria wriggled a little bit, but BreeAnne was tall even if thin.
“Well, then, let's tie you up,” BreeAnne sounded like the entitled rich brat that she was.
“Do we have to play?” Kiersten groaned while Jess took her jacket, “Can't we wait for Sky?”
“You do nothing but b-tch and moan. Shut up,” Paige stuffed a red bandana in Kiersten’s mouth.
“Mmmmmmm,” she then got a low quality, but effective enough, gag of strips of white tape.

Maria got her absolute favorite, at least. BreeAnne wasn't totally irredeemable. She wrapped a ton of black duct tape around Maria, blending into the Italian’s clothes. Her arms were wrapped from her wrists up to her shoulders before being pinned at her waist after rolling up her shirt. A strip encased her thighs, and another encased her legs. Her sneakers and socks were removed so her own socks could gag her under strips of black tape that went cheek to cheek and wrapped up and around her chin. Her shirt was rolled up and her shirt moved to expose her 6-pack abs and a firm chest with soft C-cups. Bree then taped Maria on either side of her breasts and at her waist. As part of her thigh taping, Jessie taped a vibrator to Maria’s thigh and against her crotch.

Kiersten was tied in FM Concepts style shiny, thin, white rope. Her wrists were crossed and tied behind her back. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were also tied with the same kind of rope. What bothered her was when Paige then pulled up Kiersten’s shirt and moved her bra out of the way to expose a pair of round, firm, B cup breasts. Only then did Jess tie a chest harness, and Kiersten began to squirm and protest. Exposure was top kink, having her boobs exposed and being unable to resist the fondling. During house games, she loved when she lost and was exposed. This was a different context though with the photos involved.

“Mmmmmm!” Kiersten began to get upset at her housemates, who firmly squeezed her breasts.
“Awwwww,” Paige taunted her, “Is the little girl upset? Too bad. I’ll get you wet yet.”
“Try growing up,” BreeAnne added with a snide smile and a pinch of Kiersten’s nose.
“Mmmphhh!” the blonde captive shook her head when she saw a camera, “Mm mm mmmm!”
“I can't understand her,” Paige continued her cruel taunting, “Maybe she needs a spanking.”
“Noooooooo!” Kiersten shook her head and grew wide eyed and felt her crotch rope come off.

BreeAnne filmed Kiersten being flopped onto her stomach so her jeans could be unbuttoned and pulled down to reveal pink panties. Jessie decided to do a similar thing to Maria, rolling her onto her stomach and pulling her jeans down enough so that her bare bottom could be spanked. Then, Kiersten showed visible anger had tensed her muscles in an aggressive manner. Her hands were clenched into tight fists while her crotch rope returned. This was obviously beyond her limits.

BreeAnne, Paige, and Jessie were known as Bree’s B-tch Bunch. All were long-haired blondes with blue eyes and a tendency to be outright nasty. Jessie and BreeAnne were both around 5’7” and skinnier while Paige was about 5’3” but stockier. Paige and BreeAnne frequently wore crop tops, as they were at the present, to show off the belly button piercings they’d gotten together in the prior academic year.

Paige had tight-fitting dark green jeans and a dark button-up brown crop top long-sleeve t-shirt with socks and black canvas sneakers. Her bust was quite apparent as was her belly. BreeAnne, was comfortably dressed in teal sweatpants, a purple TIE long-sleeve t-shirt she knotted in order to show off her belly, and fuzzy teal socks. In contrast, Jessie was brightly dressed with a yellow TIE polo although she had tight fitting black jeans and classic black canvas sneakers.

“C’mon, K-Girl, you love it,” said Paige, a girl Kiersten once considered a good friend.
“This one's a pain my a-se!” Jessie whined about Maria, who was squirming a lot.
“Mmmmmmph,” the captive blonde quietly complained about her situation.
“Aw, c’mon, baby,” Paige fondled Kiersten for the video camera, “You used to ask to be my rope b-tch. What's the matter now? Not into it anymore? Can't get off without a vibrator?”
“Mmm mm mmmmmmmm!” Kiersten protested at her roommate's genuinely confused actions.
“She is so pretty. That lesbo wannabe Joy really has the hots for her?” Bree asked Paige.
“Well, dayum, if I were into girls, I’d take her, too,” Paige giggled, “Joy has good taste in girls.”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!” the blonde’s protests continued.
“Jess, take a turn here. I’ll take the gu-nea sl-t,” BreeAnne said to Maria’s horror.
“Mmmmmmmm?! Mmm mmm mmmmmmm!” Maria yelled into the gag.
“Sorry? Did you want me to call you a WOP instead?” the rich girl snidely asked the captive.
“Ohhh h-ck oorhelf!” the Italian was absolutely infuriated now, “AACCCCCKKKKKK!”

Maria was then blindfolded with a red bandana, and Kiersten was blindfolded with a purple one instead. Both girls were now plunged into darkness with Maria yelling angrily into the dirty gag she had previously been enjoying. Now it was another layer of oppression in this horrid game of TUGs. Maria saw that look on Paige’s face: suddenly, BreeAnne wasn't so admirable anymore.

Kiersten couldn't believe a sister would use a racial slur against a fellow sister. Then again, Bree was the girl who best embodied such a character. She'd heard the stories of sororities at schools having problems with racism, but to witness it in what was essentially a bondage club was never in Kiersten’s imagination. She quietly groaned while Jessie continued spanking and groping her, but she was thinking more about Maria and Bree. Paige seemed disgusted, and Jessie seemed to be unaffected by the ringleader's words. These games were supposed to be fun and friendly! An ordinary game of TUGs had turned into physical and psychological torture for Maria.

Outside the room, across the hall, in the dark, Joy, Joyce, Maya, and Chloe looked at each other with a mixture of disgust and embarrassment. Paige was Kiersten’s Big, and they saw that there were mixed signals coming from this girl. Jessie was a blind, loyal minion. BreeAnne was just an atrocity, an evil that needed to be either corrected or purged from TIE. Joy blushed because of the cruel comment from BreeAnne about herself. Chloe and Joyce picked up their TUG bags with total confidence and motioned for Maya to stop filming. Chloe Domme was in the house!

“All right, you f-cking racist homophobic c-nts, it's time for a kidnapping!” Chloe declared with complete authority, “Maya, hold BreeAnne; Joyce, tie up the little bastard for your compatriot’s sake. Joy, you take Paige. You dirty rotten b-stards are gonna pay,” Chloe threw her hair back.

“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” Joy effortlessly started a boxtie of Paige’s arms.
“I am! Do what you want with me,” Paige groaned in a mournful tone.
“I intend to do just that,” the strong girl flashed a reassuring smile.

“Your crotch will be in pain when I’m done with you!” Joyce snapped at BreeAnne.
“I should have known you gu-nea sl-ts would stick together!” the ringleader sneared.
“Oh, shut the f-ck up,” Maya hand gagged her, “I can't stand you on any level any more.”

“Let me go,” Jessie grunted while her elbows were bound by the bigger, stronger Chloe.
“You done f-cked up, and payback’s a mean motherf-cker named Chloe Metz!”
“I did nothing wrong!” Jessie bought into the lies without compunction.

Joyce enjoyed tying BreeAnne’s elbows behind her back, but more than that she enjoyed pulling the muzzle harness penis gag over the blonde’s head and making sure Bree had to eat the stiff, permanently erect manhood. Then, Joyce eagerly tied the girl’s wrists. While Joyce bound Bree, Maya exposed the cruel blonde and now worked on a harness. She enjoyed the bizarre aspects of bondage, but she didn't like how easy it was for someone to behave quite terribly via bondage. A waist/crotch rope followed only after her pants were pulled down.

Chloe was merciless, binding Jessie’s wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, and thighs. Jessie got a big red ball gag in her mouth, and, from struggling and grunting, she was already drooling. Her polo was forced down around her breasts as was her bra for exposure, and her jeans were pulled down before a waist/crotch rope was tied. A harness kept her breasts open.

Joy had an easy time nabbing Paige, binding her ankles, knees, and thighs and pulling her pants down. A crotch rope tightly pushed against her body and supported the boxtie. Paige’s shirt was unbuttoned and her bra was moved after the harness was tied. Joy sat up Kiersten and removed her sneakers and her socks before turning back to Paige.

“Eat,” Joy held the socks up to Paige’s mouth,
“Please no,” Paige whined, “Kiersten! Little! I’m sorry.”
“Too little, too late, Paige. Eat them.”
“All right,” Paige surrendered and soon had a strip of microfoam tape on her lips.
“You were misled,” Joy whispered in Paige’s ear, “And we still love you.”

“You like it?” Maya taunted Breeanne while Joyce groped her breasts, “Sky’s on her way.”
“Grm mm mmmmmm!” the ringleader yelled into her humiliating gag.
“She’ll like this for sure,” Joyce spanked Bree on the butt.
“Ah’ll hill -ou!” the angry captive shrieked.
“I strongly doubt that,” the Italian captor retorted with a rough pinch of Bree’s nipples.
“Owwwwww! Mmmm mmmmmmmmmmm!” Bree sucked on the gag.
“Act like a d-ck; eat a d-ck,” Maya said, “Besides, everyone knows you're a c-cks-cker.”

“You sorry yet? No? I’ll teach you a lesson,” Chloe pinched Jessie’s nipples.
“Eeeekekkk! Mmm mmm mmmmmmm!”
“I can't understand you? You must have liked it!” the captor repeated the action.
“OWWWW! Noooooo!”
“Sounds like pleasure to me.”

Kiersten quietly squirmed and uttered muffled grunts in her corner of the room. It was difficult to resist her desire to enjoy hearing her enemies suffer. She was raised better than to do so. She never noticed that she was immensely enjoying a new sensation: bound, gagged, blindfolded, and ignored. It had a thrill to it that she could not describe, and it encouraged her to uselessly, quietly squirm. With a groan, Kiersten flopped onto her side, rolled her eyes under her blindfold, and let out a soft high pitch squeal of orgasmic pleasure. The only improvement, she concluded, would have been binder clips and a ball gag instead of this simple stuffed gag. But, BreeAnne liked the FMConcepts style of bondage best. In her unintentional mixed abandonment and helplessness, Kiersten had found her thrill in TUGs, the much-sought scenario that got her wet.

Maria was more vocal in her captivity. The girl in all black had the black duct tape prison that surrounded her, and being forced to suck on her own socks was even better. She wasn't a loud girl, but she did tend to move around and fidget while tied up. She was blissfully unaware that Kiersten was mere inches from her. With a stretch and a loud groan, Maria had her own orgasm, and that meant more were going to keep coming from her.

“Well, well, well,” Sky interrupted the party, “What the hell is going on here?”

There stood in the doorway a girl, a junior, of 22 years, with straight blonde hair, blue eyes, and round cheeks. No, she wasn't tall or in shape; in fact, she was average in all regards except her shorter-than-average stature. She had blue jean overalls, black ankle boots, a purple long-sleeve TIE t-shirt, and a purple paisley bandana headband to hold her hair back. This was one of those 8 original TIE founders. Her eyes steeled at the sight of the five bound and exposed girls.

“Somebody answer me, please,” Sky repeated, “What is going on?”
“Ummm,” Chloe struggled to explain, “We proved that BreeAnne has been abusing Kiersten.”
“Proved it, huh? Well, smartypants, why's my little bound and gagged?” Sky pointed to Maria.
“We wanted to get proof Kiersten was telling the truth, so we hid in your room. Maria wanted to be tied up by th–”
“That racist homophobic b-stard Bree and her B-tch Bunch,” Joyce spat out.
“Clever… all right, show me the proof, and quit being so angry everyone.”
“Mmmmmmmmm,” came from a pleased Maria, and “ooooooooo” from Kiersten.
“Sheesh,” Sky looked at Maya’s phone.

The video was undeniable. Girls were taking photos and videos of both Kiersten and Maria with exposed breasts, even after both girls said no to having their photo taken. Sky grew wide-eyed at hearing the slurs against Joy, Maria, and Joyce and glanced at BreeAnne with fire in her eyes. It was obvious that the House Mother was enraged. Without speaking, crouched down in front of BreeAnne, squeezed each actual nipple tip, and twisted them in her fingers. What a cry of pain!

“Mmm hmmm… I see,” Sky nodded, “I’d be surprised if you don't get suspended.”
“Mmmmm!” Bree’s blood drained from her face, “Nooooo!”
“Nice touch using the p-cker muzzle on her,” the House Mother gave a thumbs up to Joyce.
“Thank you,” Joyce playfully curtsied.
“Bring all five down to the living room as is. I’m gonna call Zoe and Dana.”

Each captive was forced to hop out of the bedroom and to scoot down the stairs. Kierstein, since they discovered her kink, was dumped in a tight corner where she couldn’t touch anyone else. It was an odd kink, but it was one she now felt safe to enjoy since the situation was in control. She knew help had arrived, and she relaxed and chose to ignore the bad situation around her.

Maria was now in an out of control sequence because of the battery-powered vibrator. She had a ninth orgasm just 31 minutes after her first and was quite loudly enjoying herself. What she felt in anger towards BreeAnne was mellowed out by the thrill of sexual excitement. Maria couldn’t see anything, but she was being gently fondled by Skylar, her Big.

“All right, so here’s the plan from Zoe. We’re going to humiliate them and all that stuff. She has called an emergency meeting. I don't really want to stop these two though when they're clearly a little bit disoriented. My number one goal is to restore Paige and Kiersten's relationship to what it once was. She said she and the others will look at the video themselves and make decisions.”

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“Mmmmmm,” Kiersten, lying on her stomach, quietly orgasmed from pulling her crotch rope.
“The cutest thing is she isn't trying to escape,” Chloe smiled at her friend.
“Ooooooooooo,” Maria squealed from a breast orgasm courtesy her numerous handlers.
“That's our sweet little Italian girl,” Joyce pushed the wand deeper against Maria’s crotch.

The three accused sat on the sofa. BreeAnne was cold and calm and had a steely gaze. Paige hid herself so no one could see she was crying. Jessie was red faced with embarrassment. Varying levels of remorse were apparent. Jessie, at one point, managed to push her gag out and offer her apologies to Maria and Kiersten, and Paige’s repentance was obvious. BreeAnne, however, had a disturbing lack of compunction that just proved she had a sense of rich girl entitlement. Skylar entered the room again to announce the decision that obviously had to be made without the group secretary, who was lost in a world of sensual pleasure and bondage.

“We’ve reached a consensus. Paige and Jessie will be humiliated. Jessie is to be suspended from all TIE activities for one month, but she may live in the house and play with her housemates. All of her privileges are stripped; she is a Level 1 trainee again. For one month, Paige will be banned from being a dom unless she is being supervised by the House Mother of the residence where the game is taking place. BreeAnne will be released afterwards, go home, and pack her bags. She’ll see the Dean of Students at 8AM sharp on Monday; we have no place for racism or bigotry here in TIE; Jessie is going to be in the market for a new Big. Bree’s dues won’t be returned.”

Bree just looked ahead and blinked, realizing her academic dream was possibly dead. It’s unfair to call a girl like her a racist or a homophobe; hateful is accurate though. She’s fearless in using epithets and slurs, not because she hates people on account of race or creed, but because she is an entitled brat who feels superior to all who aren’t like her in every single way. Girls like Bree are worse than hateful because they’re also cowardly; she only could cast insults because Maria and Kiersten were bound and gagged and unable to fight back. Hateful people can be corrected if the right wording is used; girls like Bree walk away convinced that they’ve been wronged. Bree had been stopped early enough that there was hope for Jessie; Bree was irredeemable from the day of her induction and just never displayed her toxicity in such an obvious manner. Her personality is the kind that causes internal warfare of the kind like the Franco-Prussian War.

Paige looked heartbroken. She leaned back in her bondage and let out a sigh of defeat. She tried to choke back her tears, but she couldn’t. She was equally at fault for not stopping Bree when it was apparent that Bree was a bully. At first, Paige truly believed she was doting on her little, but it got out of control to the point she stopped paying attention to her wrongdoing out of fear. She couldn’t hide forever and looked each of her captors in the eyes so she could silently apologize.

“Do you accept these terms?” Skylar asked as House Mother and got nods, “All right then. Now, Kiersten and Maria, you two may either continue your private little c-m festival, or you can come out of there and preside over the humiliation of Paige and Jessie. Nod your head if you’d like to be untied. We’ll give you time to transition out of your highs.”
“Mmmmmm,” only Kiersten nodded at first, but soon Maria added her own nod, “Mmm hmm.”
“All right then,” Skylar removed each girl’s blindfold and saw they were clearly buzzed.
“Mmmmmm,” Kiersten snapped her fingers five times despite her preference for slow releases.
“Let’s get these off,” Chloe carefully unpeeled the tape and took out the bandana.
“Paige, you’re Big still,” Kiersten quietly smiled, “I forgive you and still love you.”
“You wanna talk?” Maya similarly helped Maria by removing the tape and then the socks.

“Only thing missing was the good ol’ f-cking,” Maria wiggled her eyebrows, but then she sternly turned to the B-tch Bunch, “Bree, f-ck off. As secretary, I cast a fifth vote against you. You’re beyond redemption. Your attitude ruined what was an awesome and humiliating bondage. You called me a ‘gu-nea sl-t,’ and there is no way you didn’t say that twice without feeling that way about me for real. Once would have been fine to get a charge out of me. Asking for permission to be verbally abusive during play is perfectly fine, too, but you just said it out of the darkness of your heart. It’s a good thing I’m taped up at the moment because otherwise I’d have gone home and thrown all your things out the window. At least you get to move out by Monday!”

The applause that came from the TIE girls reinforced the point about BreeAnne’s expulsion from a sorority dedicated to sisterhood and the safe and mutually agreeable practice of bondage. They had to make a point, and BreeAnne had made herself an example for a sorority that was founded in the Fall 2013 semester. So soon in their young group, they had a genuine controversy. Paige had her own gag removed so she could spit out Kiersten’s dirty socks; the captive then hopped to sit next to Kiersten. There was a timidity in her voice as she spoke, but it was genuine.

“I’m sorry, Little. Thank you for forgiving me. In better circumstances, eating your socks would have been the best, but that’s for another time. You know my limits better than any of us except Dana; do what you wish. I’ve made my bed, and I’ll lie in it.”

Kiersten paused for a moment and then slowly squeezed herself against Paige before clamping a hand over Paige’s mouth very gently but tightly. Her arms were free, but the legs were still being untied and she was still exposed. Little smiled at Big, and the tension that existed between them was replaced by the tenderness of their sorority sisterhood. She twisted a nipple just enough that Paige winced at the pressure and groaned into her gag.

Then came the unexpected part. Kiersten hugged Paige. Their healing was complete already; a debt to TIE was still owed, though, and Kiersten whispered a promise to forgive and to ensure a very humiliating experience for Big. Maria was tightly embraced by Skylar in imation before her own Big cut the tape off of her body. As much fun as it had been, there was a lot of stress in the bondage, too, and Maria would rather schedule another game for that pleasure she didn’t get to enjoy as much as she would have liked. Kiersten took a blue rubber ball and threaded a green bandana through the holes of the dog toy to create a sorority homemade ball gag.

“Shall we dish out the humiliation?” Kiersten asked while gagging Paige again.
“Mmmmm,” Paige grunted while the bandana was knotted.
“I think so,” Maria nodded, “We’ll bring them sorority style loving embarrassment.”
“That’s music to my ears. Let’s do it!”

The sounds of spanking soon filled the air along with the wails of those spanked. Groans came from the application of binder clips to exposed nipples; shrieks came from the twisting of those clips on said nipples. Moaning arose from vibration, breast fondling, and crotch fingering, over the panties in Paige’s case. Orgasmic pleasure pierced the air, but rough paddlings followed the orgasms in a cruel reminder of their positions. Sneakers were held over noses; noses were even pinched shut. Red bandanas blindfolded the damsels-in-distress. All of this happened in front of all present, but no one took pictures or videos or even took out their phones.

If there was one thing to be learned, it was that the violation of limits leads to sore feelings and a general feeling of betrayal. There was one thing that came through all of this though, when one of the girls in attendance was invited to provide her own little moment. It was no secret that the girl wanted to do this, but it was different when Joy sensually kissed each captive’s cheek. Then, in her excitement, she playfully tapped Kiersten on the shoulder. Kiersten didn’t understand the intent and looked at Joy in confusion; how sweet and innocent Kiersten could be!

“Kiersten, I’m asking,” Joy looked around the room, “May I… kiss you?”
“Ohhhhh,” Kiersten blushed in understanding, “I’m not into girls, but OK.”
“Thanks,” the bisexual girl unashamedly gave Kiersten a big, sensual smooch, “Mwah!”
“Paige, I’ll consider your debt paid if you let Joy enjoy you in private.”
“Mmmmmm,” Paige considered her options and nodded because Joy was still cute in a way.
“No jokes. Got it?” Joy looked at all of her sisters, who quietly understood, “Thanks, girls.”

Kiersten considered the problem resolved. She’d won the battle against her antagonistic Big and in particular against what all of the TIE girls referred to as “Bree’s B-tch Bunch.” Thankfully, it was over; the “B-tch Bunch” was finished. Bree was no longer a sister; Jessie was on the road to reunification to the sisterhood; Paige was good as new.

The blonde let out a sigh and gave a big hug to each of the real heroes of the evening, Chloe and Maria, whose respective insistence and scheming had led to the capture of “Bree’s B-tch Bunch” and the events that followed. Despite their general lack of involvement except as grunts whose aid was necessary to fix the problems, Joyce, Maya, and Joy had shown themselves to be girls a sister could trust to be by their side in times of distress. Joyce and Joy were fellow sophomores, but Maya proved herself despite being a freshman. Maria was a junior because she was late to the party, but she was a welcome addition to TIE and blossomed as part of the sorority.

And this was just one of the many adventures the sisters of “Tau Iota Epsilon at Minnesota Tech” experienced over the years. We’ve looked at discipline; in the next story, we’ll look into how the TIE sorority inducts its new members.

THE END

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Excellent! And Bree got what she deserved - a healthy dose of her own medicine! Looking forward to further Adventures of the Sorority Sisters!

Caesar73 wrote: 6 months ago Excellent! And Bree got what she deserved - a healthy dose of her own medicine! Looking forward to further Adventures of the Sorority Sisters!

There certainly will be more to come.

Lots of blindfolds, lots of gags, and as always your title graphic is terrific!

Windrunner wrote: 6 months ago Lots of blindfolds, lots of gags, and as always your title graphic is terrific!

Many thanks for the compliment on the title graphic. I was worried that no one really paid attention to them, but now I can rest assured that people do indeed see these things and acknowledge them.