Stories of Tie Up Games

“Come on, Wretch, you should be used to this by now. Get a move on and stop all that stumbling. One more trip and I’ll let you fall.”

“Nggghhh, ngeee!”

“It’s no use pleading, you have to learn. Now move it.”

Charlie was not having a good afternoon – or was he? Camelia had him exactly as she liked him – and not for the first time. It’s just that sometimes Charlie still got a touch of the willies when he was completely unable to see as his mistress was dragging him forwards so rapidly – especially when he couldn’t use his arms to protect himself from any falls.

For his nineteenth birthday treat, Cam had let him have his evil way with her for the first time, although she was very careful not to let him get his end way every time they had walked out since – but she always managed to let him live in hope. She was what you might call a tease. And Chrlie loved her very much.

So mean calling the poor guy wretch when he's all blind and hasn't the use of his arms . Seems like these two have an interesting relationship!

I would have thought he was fairly wretched myself.
Thanks for the encouraging response.

Obviously not a favourite with readers.

Should I
1) just forget this one?
2) post longer chapters?
3) take the whole thing down?

Oh well, here's the next part. I look forward to receiving your suggestions

Our lovers were going for a walk. Charlie had no idea where they were going – after all, he wouldn’t have, would he. Camelia has chosen the venue carefully. It was an enclosed piece of land owned by her uncle Faisal and no one was likely to be there other than them. For a relatively small estate, there was a variety of terrains, vegetation and paths and even a fair-sized lake at the bottom of a natural bowl. With the luxurious summer house, this place had everything she could want – and even somethings that Charle might appreciate.

The leather harness kept Charlie’s forearms arms raised to the horizontal behind his back and his biceps pulled somewhat backwards and towards each other so that he could not slip his wrists free from the short sleeve that was securing them to the rest of the device. Nothing was too good for her man and Cam had bought some of the best gear available for his comfort – and she knew that she could leave him in that thing for hours without damaging her precious toy-boy.

“Nhhuuuh ngoww, ngeee!”

“What was that: speed up, please, Mistress?”

“Ngaaah, ngahh, ngee.” Charlie couldn’t even shake his head to any extent to emphasize that that was not his preference.

Poor Charlie, can't even speak proper GAGGISH he is so enthralled with his mistress leading him blindfolded and bound in harnesses to her secret DENS OF INIQUITY.

Iniquity?? I'd have you know that Camelia is a very respectable young lady. Now secrect, that's an entirely different matter.

Thanks for replying, @Red86 and @WhereAmI.
I shall continue the first chapters of the story until it comes to a natural break unless there is interest in knowing what happened afterwards - or even before.

Camelia was a tall, athletic young woman of mixed heritage who stood a good head taller than her slave and admirer. He was a bit of a short-arse with a slight build but was very fit. His square pecs were forced forward by the harness and his neat abs were attractively displayed as he struggled to make progress. Camelia loved the way her little choir-boy looked, even if he was no longer quite so cute as he had been when they started going out together about three years previously. He still had that flossy, blonde hair, very little of which adorned his chest. Those white, five-centimetre speedos, however, displayed a fair hedge of curls above the extended waistband that Charlie was in no position to adjust.

The walkers’ progress was not helped by the padded leather blindfold that Charlie had been made to wear since before they had left Cam’s place but at least he knew the layout of her house. He had been in that situation so often that he could leave her room and navigate the stairs with little difficulty and even get out to her estate car without stumbling too often. Out of consideration for his safety, though, Camelia made sure to keep a firm grip on the lead that was attached to that rather demanding posture collar.

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“Ng ih nguuu ooo, ngiweff.”

“No, not good enough. Faster!”

“Ngaaah, ngahh, ngee.” Readers might get used to hearing that plea.

Faster Boy Faster and speak Gaggish not English.

Great story with chapter lengths my old can comprehend.

Thanks for that, @WhereAmI I thought that might have been what was putting people off.

I’m loving the reverse flow of this tale!

Seems like a freeze frame moment for blind Charlie of “you’re probably wondering how I got into this mess…”.

Length is nice too, getting little clues like breadcrumbs to figure out mysterious Camelia.

Thank you, @tapedup2. That is most encouraging.

To get to the private estate had not taken too long, which was just as well because Camelia had not bothered to clear out the cargo area of her estate car so Charlie was left rolling around unable to see or to avoid the loose contents of the vehicle as both he and they moved around in an uncontrolled fashion - and Camelia is not known for her defensive driving.

By the time Camelia had driven off, Charlie had not only stripped himself nearly naked, he had been gagged, blindfolded, collared and harnessed and, just for good measure, Camelia had strapped his ankles together and threaded a choke chain between them. Once she had padlocked the rings at the ends of the chain to a staple in the roof of the compartment, Charlie’s feet were a good 30 centimetres from the floor of the compartment. He was left with no chance of controlling his movements even though he'd had some months to get used to that.

After not much more than half an hour, Charlie felt the motor car stop and he knew that Camelia had got out for a few seconds. Once she had returned, the car moved forwards for a very short distance before the driver got out again for just a few more seconds. Charlie was used to this as his chauffeur gained access to whatever premises she had chosen for their activities. Cam got her foot down again for no more than a couple of minutes as Charlie was thrown around even more than he had been on the journey. Camelia enjoyed cross country driving and didn’t spare the horses.

Charlie’s gag allowed quite a few sounds of distress to escape. Camelia ignored them.

Poor Charlie, he's just going to have to suffer at the hands of his owner.

I can't help wondering if he is really suffering; he has known Camelia for quite some time. I wonder if she has something on him? (Behave yourself!)

WhereAmI wrote: 2 weeks ago Poor Charlie, he's just going to have to suffer at the hands of his owner.

He said sarcastically.

Xtc wrote: 2 weeks ago I can't help wondering if he is really suffering; he has known Camelia for quite some time. I wonder if she has something on him? (Behave yourself!)

Are you implying she's blackmailing him? That would be an interesting take. I just figured he enjoyed this type of treatment

I'm implying nothing! I merely recount the story as I know it. (Now where is that "innocent" icon?)

Thanks for the support, @Red86, @tapedup2, and @WhereAmI

Here's the next bit. I shall complete the first planned section but we might never find out what happened at Uncle Faisal's estate.

Before going out for the day, Charlie knew what would be likely to be demanded of him, and seeing that new swimming costume and all that leather gear laid out on the bed was quite invigorating by itself. Camelia left her paramour to strip down, visit the loo and pull the swimmers on to be ready for her. Although Charlie was slight of frame, he was not tiny in all respects and he had some trouble tidying himself away in the supplied clothing. He certainly would not want to be seen in public like that but at least he could try, with little success, to stow his already somewhat engorged pride and joy away in the garment provided.

Camelia returned. “And you can put that away as soon as you like!”

“Yes, Mistress.” Charley made a vain (and totally irrelevant) attempt to cover himself with his hands.

“Go into the kitchen and dunk it in a bowl of ice.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Charlie left at double speed and returned some time later with a noticeably wet lower abdomen. Camelia was waiting for him.

“Did I hear a certain amount of squealing down there?” Charlie nodded, displaying a guilty grin. It was obvious what was about to happen. He wasn’t really all that dismayed. Camelia took the gag from the bed and held it up to her lover’s mouth. Charlie had worn that thing before; the anatomically-shaped insert was far thicker than the real thing could ever have been, and he knew that the panel would be clamped more tightly than was really necessary against his lips. He opened his mouth without being bidden to do so.

"Soak it in ice"? ARE YOU CRAZY MISTRESS.

Camelia has high expectations of her "companions" . . ..
. . . and I suspect that Charlie knows he has to suffer for his privileges.

Seems as though we can rule out blackmail. Someone is a little to "excited" for his lover

Ice down there, yeah screw that