Stories of Tie Up Games

I’m walking home from school alone and you kidnap me. How would you tie me up and gag me.

I’m 15 and at school so no sex and no stripping.

Could you state your school uniform colour?

DGirl wrote: 1 month ago Could you state your school uniform colour?

Yeah, and what about your appearance? You can describe your height, figure, hair, eyes and anything else that helps to recognize you - a kidnapper must know how their target looks like.

She’s new. Give the girl a break. I’m going to base it on her Avatar.

So, it is as you take a short cut home through the woods. I imagine you in blazer, blouse, tie, skirt, tights, trainers. You hear someone call your name and turn. You see a vague shadow where the voice came from but see no one then from behind a hands clamps over your mouth. Something soft is shoved into your mouth silencing your screams. You are pushed to the ground then your wrists are zip tied behind your back crossed with two ties . Then thick black tape is wrapped round your head covering eyes and mouth, o regard for your hair, eyebrows etc. more zip ties go on your elbows, one round each arm and a third to join them stretching your arms uncomfortably.

You are grabbed to your feet and at least two people frag you through the bushes, dumping your bag. You feel yourself thrown in the back of a van. Your pockets are searched to ensure you have no phone you could be traced by. More zip ties go round your ankles, crossed and even more put you in a tight, uncomfortable hogtie. Then thick black engine starts and the van drives off to where?

Thank you @JulieG

@BBQ-2002

@DGirl

You could use my avatar but if you want details. Uniform=green blazer, white blouse, yellow+blue striped tie, girls can wear trousers or dark grey skirt, white or black socks or black tights, black shoes.

I’m blonde, 164 cm or 5 ft 5. Average build. I play netball and Tenis but I’m not overly athletic.

Boundgirl09 wrote: 1 month ago Thank you @JulieG

@BBQ-2002

@DGirl

You could use my avatar but if you want details. Uniform=green blazer, white blouse, yellow+blue striped tie, girls can wear trousers or dark grey skirt, white or black socks or black tights, black shoes.

I’m blonde, 164 cm or 5 ft 5. Average build. I play netball and Tenis but I’m not overly athletic.

Well it's the end of school week and summer's here. My male partner and I watch you exit from school taking a short route to your home. I shadow you in my van while my partner follows your behind. As you turn to a vegetation-filled path, my partner rushes up and starts asking you directions. Just before you complete your sentence, he reaches out and fires a dart knocking you unconscious. He easily carries your 164 cm frame up throwing you in the open side of my van.

You regain conscious fast but not before I pull off one of your shoes, and quickly stuff your sock in your open mouth and my partner wraps tape around to seal it. You struggle but we place a breathable black bag over your head and tie it. Tell you not to kick, we flip you over, bind your wrists behind your back with cable ties and pull down your green blazer halfway, undoing your tie, it is bound to keep your blazer in place. Your ankles are also bound as well as below and above your knees with cable ties. Your school and sports bag are discarded in an rubbish heap.

After a bumpy ride, you're taken to an unlit room, restrained to a chair legs tied to chair legs and blindfolded. As your parents and grandparents are emailed a ransom and told never to involve the police, the only comfort you get is a drink of water. It is only past midnight you are freed into a another location far away.

@Boundgirl09 : Thank you for the details.

Now imagine the following scenario:

So you're on your way home after a hard day at school. You didn't like the lunch served in the cafeteria today, so you spontaneously decide to stop at your favourite snack bar and order some delicious fish and chips. You've eaten there many times before, so you feel comfortable when you enter the shop.
Unfortunately for you, I'm working there today. But at first, everything seems normal: you come up to the counter, place your order and sit down at a table. You are the only customer in the whole snack bar at the moment, which I take advantage of: when you're not looking, I sprinkle a little sleeping pill on your chips so that it's not noticeable. A few minutes later, I serve you your lunch and wish you bon appétit.
As you eat, you become increasingly tired, but you don't think anything of it – it must be because of today's boring lessons. You yawn a few times, but continue eating because you are so hungry and it tastes so good. Eventually, however, you fall asleep and slide off your chair. Darkness surrounds you, so you are unaware of what is happening around you.

When you wake up, you don't know where you are or how much time has passed. You are lying on a hard, cold floor, the air is stuffy and doesn't smell very pleasant.
Then you realise – the cool metal on your wrists: you have been handcuffed. And not only that: someone has wrapped wide adhesive tape around your jaw, pressing against your lips and preventing you from screaming. In a panic, you try to move, stamping your feet on the floor and somehow trying to get rid of your handcuffs.
The noises you make reach me, so I open the rusty door to your dungeon. A small cone of light penetrates the room, which was previously pitch black. You look me in the face and I do the same – but only for a brief moment. Then your handcuffs are removed and replaced with the same tape I had already used to gag you. Behind your back, your defenceless wrists are taped together crosswise, and you can do nothing but lie there and hear the rattling sound of the tape as it wraps around your wrists.
But you still think you can take me on. So you swing your legs and kick me right in the stomach – just wait, you'll regret that! I don't think twice and rip the shoes off your feet – I do the same with your socks. At the same time, I remove the tape from your head, which doesn't feel very nice on your skin, until the damp tape lies on the floor. But before you can even make a sound, both of your used socks are roughly stuffed into your mouth – all I can hear is your muffled whimpering. Then I press a fresh load of tape onto your mouth, which I also wrap around your jaw several times – this time, your beautiful long blonde hair is also affected. Finally, another strip of duct tape is stuck over your eyes so that you can no longer see anything.
‘Get up!’ I order you and help you to your feet. The floor beneath your bare feet is rough, cold and also a little damp. Then I lead you out of the room and tell you which direction to walk in. Blind, barefoot, with your hands taped behind your back and gagged with your own socks, you now have to walk in front of me – and you still don't know where you are. The only orientation you have is the soles of your feet, which over time feel different surfaces as you take small, cautious steps: first you feel like you are walking on carpet, then you walk on a road for a while – finally, your feet touch grass and then uncomfortably cold tiles. I, your kidnapper, am always right behind you, pressing my hand against your back from time to time when you are too slow for me.
But where have I taken my kidnapping victim now? To the house of a good friend. ‘Ah, there's the new toy for my snakes!’ he greets us – and a cold shiver runs down your spine: snakes? What will happen to you now?

First, we remove all the tape from your body except for your gag, but we hold you tight so you can't escape. Then you see it with your own eyes: my friend has a huge terrarium that takes up almost his entire living room. Inside, there are numerous snakes crawling around, which will immediately scare you. They are not poisonous and not big enough to strangle a human, but nevertheless, they love to slither and wriggle around all kinds of objects. And since my friend's snakes have been so bored lately, you are now part of their new entertainment.
Together, my friend and I hoist you into the terrarium and press you against an artificial tree. My friend has already made provisions and points to the pile of ropes that was already lying next to it. With these, we will now thoroughly tie you to this artificial tree. We tie your wrists together behind the tree trunk, but we also thoroughly tie up your upper body and tie tight knots that press uncomfortably against your skin. Now it's time for your legs: my friend ties your legs together above your knees, while I tie them with another rope directly below your knees. The last ropes are used for your feet: I take your ankles and wrap a rope tightly around them, tying a nasty knot to restrict your movement there as well. My friend now takes a very thin rope to tie your big toes tightly together – done!
You are now tied up so that you cannot move away from this tree. Your helplessly wiggling toes protrude into the waterhole that my friend's pets use for both drinking and cleaning.
And this is what your everyday life looks like now: the snakes constantly crawl over you and wrap themselves around your body, so they are living bonds that make you feel even more tightly bound than we did with all the ropes. The snakes' food is deliberately placed close to your body so that you also have the opportunity to get to know your new roommates very well. The rough skin of the snakes tickles your neck, hands and feet, but you cannot defend yourself.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you would like me to write a proper story about your abduction (feel free to choose a different scenario), just send me a private message.

@DGirl Seriously. One of my shoes. Eeuughhh. Couldn’t you at least use a sock.


@BBQ-2002 Eeeuuchhhh SNAKES!

Boundgirl09 wrote: 1 month ago @DGirl Seriously. One of my shoes. Eeuughhh. Couldn’t you at least use a sock.


@BBQ-2002 Eeeuuchhhh SNAKES!

thought i wrote that let me check.
fixed

You have finished school and are on your way home. As you are walking along the street you are sending a text to a friend and don’t notice the van parked by the side of the road. As you pass the side door opens, I lean out and clamp a hand over your mouth. The other arm encircles your waist as I drag you into the van and slam the door. “Don’t scream, I won’t hurt you. I just want money this is a kidnap, Ok?” You nod your head. “I am going to keep you overnight until your dad pays up, I know he’s loaded. I have to tie you up while we get there, put your hands behind you.” You do as you’re told and feel soft cotton rope encircling your wrists. The rope is cinched so it is secure but it is not too tight. I move round and put your ankles together so I can tie. “Please, just let me go.” You plead. I look into your eyes and say “Sorry, I will let you go, just not yet.” I place a sponge into your mouth and seal it in with strips of duct tape. “I don’t want you kicking out while I’m driving.” I say as I roll you onto your stomach and tie your wrists to your ankles. I jump out of the door and you hear the engine start up and the van move off.

As we drive you test the ropes, whilst not painfully tight they are very secure there is no way you can get free. After about twenty minutes later the van stops, a few seconds later the door opens. I release your wrists from you ankles, pull you out of the van. I lift you onto my shoulder and carry you into a building which seems to be a disused office. I sit you on a chair and tie you to it. I tie a rope around your chest to tie you to the chair back. I tie a rope across you lap tying you to the chair seat. I remove the duct tape and you spit out the sponge. “Would you like some water?” I ask. You nod so I give you a drink from a bottle of water. You look so helpless, so vulnerable, your eyes pleading. “I can’t go through with this, I am going to let you go I am going to leave you here now. I will call the police in about half an hour when I am well clear so you won’t be here long.”

@Dpsiic

Wow you are the sweetest kidnapper.

@Boundgirl09

Always

As always, you've already said goodbye to your best friend Elisabeth at the bus stop. It's not because you don't like her, but because it's faster for you to take the short walk through the woods instead of taking the bus.

You're looking forward to seeing Elisabeth again tomorrow. Even though her parents have a lot more money than yours, she doesn't tease you about it. On the contrary: She's often helped you out financially when you couldn't afford the cafeteria or the school trip, for example. In return, you give her math tutors. And of course, you do a lot together outside of school, without talking about money. Today, for example, you want to go to the movies. But first, you both have the tedious daily routine of lunch and homework to do. But anticipation is, as we all know, the greatest joy.

You're so excited that you don't hear someone following you. Suddenly, you get pushed from behind and fall to the ground. You barely manage to catch yourself with your hands, which are the only things that get a few scratches. I sit on your thighs, twist your arms behind your back, and tie your hands with your own blue and yellow tie, while my accomplice covers your mouth with his hand. Only very indistinct and muffled screams escape, only to be swallowed up by the nearest trees. The unpleasant smell of my accomplice's sweat fills your nose, and you fight the urge to vomit into his hand.

Your white knee socks, knotted together, are just the right length to securely hold my dirty handkerchief in your mouth. Now you're defenseless, and due to your lack of muscle mass, you have to allow us to lift you up and lead you deeper and deeper into the forest. After just a short time, your now bare feet and lower legs are completely dirty and scratched by branches, thorns, and dirt—and covered in painful blisters.

After a while, we reach a forest cabin where we sit you with your back to a table and tie your hands crosswise behind the table leg with your own tie. The table is so massive that you can't lift it to pull your hands out from under the leg. So you're stuck.

"Make yourself comfortable, Elisabeth—at least until your parents pay the ransom for you! $50,000 is a small sum for them, isn't it?" When you don't respond, my accomplice says to you, "Don't be so grumpy, Elisabeth! Laugh a little—we've just set up such a great 5-star hotel for you!"

With these words, he begins to tickle your bare, dirty soles. You can't suppress a loud laugh. "Well, that sounds much better! By the way, you can scream as much as you want, Elisabeth! No one can hear you here! But first, we have to restrain you more." You groan as we wrap the knee socks that were previously covering your mouth around your bare ankles and knot them tightly as well. "We'd love to chat with you some more, but your parents really want to know by when and how they have to hand over the money. We don't want to keep them waiting too long, do we? But first: Please smile, Elisabeth!" I say.

You close your eyes, dazzled, as the photo is taken. "Your parents will certainly be pleased, Elisabeth—but you could have looked a little friendlier! You'll be punished for this!" Luckily, your punishment 'only' consists of another round of foot tickling. Laughing, we both leave the hut, and all you hear is the massive bolt being pushed forward from outside.

You tug in vain at your restraints. So you have no choice but to wait until your parents somehow come up with some money. Maybe your girlfriend's parents can... Wait a minute! What did we call you? Elisabeth! Damn—we confused you with your girlfriend, and thought we kidnapped her!

Now you are in real trouble!

Feedback appreciated, @Boundgirl09.

@johopp

I’d like to try tight and hogtied but what you propose sounds painful. And why is everyone obsessed with taking my shoes and socks off?

@Boundgirl09

There are several reasons:

1. Bare feet are often being associated with feeling helpless. A few centuries ago, shoes had been a status symbol whereas all the poor people couldn't afford shoes.

2. Many people who are into tie up games also love tickling, and since feet are quite ticklish, it's obvious that some might find it thrilling to add some tickling to the process of tying someone up. Also tickling has to do with using power against someone with less power.

3. Classic foot fetish.

4. Socks are an effective gag when being pressed into your mouth. It's also kind of degrading to be gagged with your own worn socks so your kidnapper uses this method to clearify their power and superiority.

Hello Boundgirl09 of Cornwall.
Welcome to the Board.

If you allow me, I take advantage of the possibility of imagining your capture.
My scenarios and visions are of different contexts. I gladly try to realize your capture on your way home.
It's a privilege.

You're coming back from school, were done your full time, went out towards the evening, 5pm. Spring.
You are calm, relaxed, handling your smartphone. Walk quickly in your school uniform, green jacket, white shirt, tie, dark gray skirt
black stockings and black ballet flat shoes
You stop to remove the right shoe, massage your heel, where the black sock lets show the white skin
And continues your march to home, absorbed by your mobile phone.

Before arriving at your street, travel along a stretch of a road with trees at the side. Runs alongside a 200 meter long park.
I'm waiting for you halfway, with a gray SUV, tinted rear windows.
I been planning for weeks what about to happen.

A few dozen meters before you reach my car, I go out. Dark glasses, very white skin, light brown hair. Height just under 1.80.
I pretend drop papers from my diary and bend down to collect them. At the rear door of the SUV.
Very kindly you stop. And offer to help me, smiling because the wind complicates the pick of papers. Me, equally kindly, thank you for your help.
Both on our knees we joke about the wind, your blonde hair is messed up.

I ask you if you can put the papers picked on the sofa seat in the rear door
You, very sweet and kind, reply "absolutely, of course! "

You stand up and toward to the rear door, already open.
Unaware, naive, smiling.... happy to help.

When your body is between the open door and the vehicle entrance ...
From behind, with strength and speed I track your body and arms at the elbows with my left arm.
With my right hand gag your mouth, covering entirely and pulling your head backwards.
For a moment you are almost incredulous, without reaction, time to understand what is happening. As soon understand you start kicking

Too late. That's the same time I take to lift you off the ground and lay you forcefully face down in the back seat.
I sit on your body and arms to keep you of reacting as you scream, your legs and little feet spinning in despair just outside the car door

I'll drag you entirely in the car onto the couch and close the door. It all lasted a few moments.
Too surprised and too much difference in strength for not to be overwhelmed.

With duct tape I tie your wrists behind your back, tightly. I turn you face up and reside on your body
Another tape, very wide. Without your resistance, immobilized, with your head trying to escape, I energetically cover your lips, just under your nose to your chin
Two pieces of tape, one on top of other, for safety.

You are in panick., Calm you down, caress your forehead and tell you that "nothing will happen to you"
I turn you face down again and wrap your arms around your body with more tape.

I step to tie your legs, above and below the knee, tightly, without violence, enough for make you helpless.
You try to trip but it's useless.

I tie your ankles, as tightly and notice that you don't have the left ballerina shoes
The toes move inside the black stocking, crazy, now widening, now contracting.

The problem is that the other shoe remained somewhere, perhaps in the seat mat.
I don't have time, I have to leave.
To prevent you from kicking and someone, despite the tinted windows, sees your feet and legs from the car windows, I'll tie you hogtie

I tell you to calm down but you're panicking when you see that I'm about to blindfold you with pieces of tape one in each eye, I can't risk you seeing where I'm going to take you
I cover your eyes, you're in the dark.
I whisper in your ear to calm you down, I'll explain why I'm doing this.

I quickly exit the rear door and going to drive, start engine and leave.
While I do this I notice from the rearview that the cute black Michael Kors ballerina shoe thatiI couldn't find is on the sidewalk. In the rush to leave hadn't noticed it.

Too late and risky go back. Pretty shoe will stay there.
Traveling to the "lair" now.



I hope you liked it, Boundgirl09. Or Damsel of Cornwall
I limites myself to your capture, I don't know if you liked the continuation
It's a pleasure to have written to you, really.
Thanks for reading me

Hello from Northern Italy

post scriptum You live in a wonderful place. I was there a year ago.

@sweetvillain

thanks. someone else obsessed with taking my shoes off. I liked your story and would love to hear how you would keep me captive.

Alright, my turn!


That was the moment. I had planned for this several weeks, checked what way you were walking home from school and where it would be the easiest to snatch you.

This was it! This part of the Lambs Lane was perfect. Just two houses, both seemed to be empty, no pedestrians… as you walk through this short part of the road, I get out of my black van that’s parked on the left hand side and sneak up behind you. I quickly clamp my hand over your mouth and pull you into the back of my van. Thanks to your rather small and skinny figure, that’s no big issue. In the van I instantly pull a zip tie around your wrists and ankles. „Don‘t scream, I don’t wanna gag you yet, okay? If you behave, it‘ll be a lot easier for both of us!“ You seem to understand me and nod. I then close the door and drive off.

Just one town later, I stop at a single house that’s at an old path, not really a road but it’s still good enough to drive there.
I open the back door and help you to jump out of the van. I then lead you towards the house. Inside, I lock the door and free you from the zip ties around your ankles. „That‘s your room, please, go in there!“ I point towards a single wooden door. Inside, there a mattress on the floor, a chair and a lamp. Nothing else. I free your wrists and tell you to lay down on the mattress.

I then leave and return with a bunch of white rope and silver heavy duty duct tape. „Take off your blazer, tie and shoes, please.“ Thankfully, you follow my instructions without complaining.
I then cross your wrists behind your back and tie them together with rope, pulling it around your wrists in a figure 8, then between your wrists and cinching it at then end. I then repeat that process at your ankles, shins, upper thighs and just above your elbows. Since you are rather flexible thanks to Tennis and Netball, this is also not a big problem. I then bend your legs back and tie a rope from your wrists to your ankles, pulling it tight so you‘re trapped in a hogtie. To top it off, I wrap your entire upper body in duct tape.
„Now the final part. Open up!“ As you open your mouth, I ball up your school tie and push it inside your mouth before wrapping the tape around your mouth 5 times. „There, that should keep you quiet. Now smile for the picture!“ I grin before making a picture of you with my phone. I then send a random note to your parents. I got the number from your phone, so I exactly know who I‘m writing to. In this case you dad because your mom would probably just freak out. „If you want to see your daughter again, pay £ 20,000 to the following address“ Of course I‘m not giving him my main bank address, you can never be careful enough. „Alright, looks like the two of us are gonna stay here for a while!“ I grin before leaving your room, closing the door behind me.


I‘m open for feedback

@TuggyBoundMale

You are a rotten kidnapper. I’d be screaming as soon as you left me un gagged. And taking the zip ties off before you go get the rope. I’d be out the window. I. Ignition even turn the tables and tie you up.

Boundgirl09 wrote: 1 month ago @TuggyBoundMale

You are a rotten kidnapper. I’d be screaming as soon as you left me un gagged. And taking the zip ties off before you go get the rope. I’d be out the window. I. Ignition even turn the tables and tie you up.

Well, you got a point. Guess I‘m no good kidnapper after all lol

Boundgirl09 wrote: 1 month ago @sweetvillain

thanks. someone else obsessed with taking my shoes off. I liked your story and would love to hear how you would keep me captive.

Thanks for the words and your comment Boundgirl09 No, i am not obsessed with shoes.
It's something more complex and very deep. And beautiful.
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Of course, I will tell you what the continuation would be.
Sorry if I wasn't to answer you. yesterday, I had an important family commitment

I think you should be grateful that you're "just" tickled. It might be uncomfortable for you in the moment, but it won't leave any lasting damage.

By the way, are you interested in reading a sequel to my idea, @boundgirl09?

johopp wrote: 1 month ago I think you should be grateful that you're "just" tickled. It might be uncomfortable for you in the moment, but it won't leave any lasting damage.

By the way, are you interested in reading a sequel to my idea, @boundgirl09?

OK. I’ll go for a part two. So I’m tied up in school uniform barefoot.

You tell me no one can hear me but I’ll scream anyway. (Because secretly I want to be gagged again)

@Boundgirl09


The car moving quickly. Quick speed. In a few minutes is out of the little Cornish town
Moving towards the countryside.
Streets full of people on the sidewalks, pubs, souvenir shops. Life.

At the first you don't try to struggle with bonds, perhaps blocked by fear.
Then you start, "test" the strength of the tape, grunt, maybe some understandable tear.
A few tugs, her shrill voice blocked by the huge tape on your lips.
The tension of the hogtie, who combines wrists and ankles, gives you no chance.
Slowly your hands stop, so your feet.
Tired. The awareness of to not being able to do anything.
The tape and binding are so superior to your delicate feminine strength.

Accept the fact. You surrender. Cry.
I speak to you, very calmly. And telling you're in no danger, you be home safe and sound
I would have explained everything to you
Swallow, listen, you are forced to trust.
After 10 minutes, in the open countryside, I take a very narrow, asphalted path, walls at the sides.
It leads to a small stone house. Well placed. Isolated
Not abandoned, simply
no one lives there. I stop, open the gate, enter with the car.
You understand that we have arrived "elsewhere" and you are afraid.

I back in canand, drive the car behind the house. From the front someone in distance could see.
The sun on the sea horizon begins fall, darkness approaching.

I go out, open the back door of the house, only the lampshades, not the chandeliers.
I go back to the SUV, open the door behind.
You have a panic attack, kick, roll.
I let tiredness make you stop.

Without warning I cut the hogtie tape, the legs are no longer connected to the wrists.
Spread out your sore legs.

I reassure you. You start crying, fear I'm lying.
I pick you up effortlessly, with great respect, delicacy almost. You're light.
You sense you are outdoor, a little breeze caresses your face and hair.
We enter the house, your feet touch the door slightly.

Sweetvillain "sorry..."

Stay silent, we let's go up some stairs, another door, already open. This time I make sure your feet no banged
to the door
A bookcase room, with bouserie, dim light of a desk lamp.
I'll place you on the Frau style sofa which, together with two armchairs and a carpet, form a small living room.

SV "Calm down now".

I let few seconds pass in absolute silence. I'll take away the big double tape that cover your lips
I come behind you, delicately remove the two tapes on your eyes.

SV "Don't look, get your eyes used to the light..."

Slowly you try to open them, they are red, the light eyeliner rolls in your face causng tears.
The room is in a dim light, the window curtain drawn, only that dim light illuminates the scenery
Always behind you, I still don't show up.
You don't make a sound.

Then..

Boundgirl09 "Please!!! let me go, I will never say anything, never, please !! "

You burst in tears
I'll let you vent. When the crying is in paused I show myself.
Without glasses, I sit in the armchair in front of the sofa where you sits.
You don't have the courage to look at me. Almost as if seeing me you fear I am forced to eliminate you.

You're petrified, staring at the carpet. I take a handkerchief (fabric, not paper) and dry your eyes, cheeks, your lips have saliva due of gagging.
I put down the handkerchief. Now I'm the one who doesn't look you in the eye. You do.
You stare at me, all the time.
Then I do it too.
We finally "we know each other"

Let's stay there. Seconds. Interminable.
You try to see threat and evil in my gaze but you DO NOT find them.
You don't understand why I kidnapped you, tied you up, gagged you
See mystery. You imagined there were evil eyes behind the glasses, but that's not the case.

B09 "Why this. Because you kidnapped me......I'm scared, I don't know you..."
SV "Yes, that you know me...."
B09 "No...I don't understand..."
SV "Strive....."
B09 "I don't understand anything anymore..."
SV "I'm going to the other room, I'm coming right away, don't try to flee, you'd get hurt, you'd fall to the ground......"
B09 "okay...."

I go to another room of the floor but try to sense if you make strange movements...
You, shaken (how can you not understand yourself), instinctively stand up, but stagger...and reside.
Then, the decision, senseless: with your foot covered in stocking manage to take off the other flat dancer shoe.. For not to make any noise...

You stand up, trying to jump cautiously, and arrive at the door of the room that I left open.
See the stairs. It's a moment, the survival instinct. Decide to dare.
In precarious and dangerous balance bouncing, tied like a salami, step by step.. Count on the fact that wood and carpet
them make no noise..
You arrive at the landing with your heart in throat.
Take the second ramp again,
see the service door entrance, down at the bottom of the staircase.
You speed up, with the risk of falling and lean with your chest against the door, screaming.

B09 "Helpppppp!!!! i’m here....helpppppp helpttmmmnmMMPPPHHHHHH!!!!!

Predict your attempt, I was alert, I'm behind you. With a strong grip I track your body and mouth

SV "No Princess, that's no good."

I'll load you on my shoulder, lets you scream a little and go back upstairs. Outside the wind increases, your cries have no hope of being heard.
I'll put you on the couch. Sitting in front of each other, again

SV "So remember who I am...?"
B09 "No....."
SV "The course at secondary school........"
B09 "Sorry...I don't understand...believe me..."
SV "Professor Allen's course-seminar, to choose the High School. Economy and AI... Optional subjects in addition to Philosophy and law..."
B09 "How do you know these things...."
SV "Exactly...how do I can...."

You seem lost. I help you

SV "Who accompanies him and then stays outside the courtroom, in hallway taking phone calls from his smartphone...? "
B09 "..........."
SV "Concentrate...... You and your female companions peeking me in the hallway..."
B09 "......the assistant......you are THE ASSISTANT????!!!! "
SV "Yes"
B09 "My God but...it's really you, always on away....a bit mysterious..."

Stay silent then start bombarding me with questions

B09 "Why....why you kidnap me, what are you doing, you're going to get in trouble, they're looking forr me"
SV "I don't get in trouble after you understand. And they are NOT looking for you. Your parents, being you the classic girl-well, trust you
and they are in London for three days, yesterday - today and tomorrow. And if there are problems, your neighbors are always ready
to take a look.
Usually after school all day, you don't go out in the evening. You lock yourself in house. Right now you're officially "locked in the
house.".
B09 "How do you know these things....scares me"
SV "I've been accompanying the professor since late winter. I've always noticed you. And speaking a little, janitors say a lot of things...
B09 "But if I attract you because this way.............."
SV "Merit explanations..."
B09 "Yes. But if you say that you don't hurt me, how can you be sure I won't report you to the police, then my parents in 48 hours will
step in..."
SV "Let's start from the beginning, Cornish Damsel..."
B09 "Damsel....what, what you mean...but you're not English ?
SV "No, Italian...master in england. To take scores we give support to our professors, and they bring us, to perfect the language...”
B09 "Listening to you..............."
SV "Wait, let's start from the beginning.....I'll run the game, Cornish Damsel...
B09 "I'm scared..."
SV "No, don't have. Before I explain everything to you and drive you back to your house tomorrow night, I have to lead the game...
B09 "Take me home tomorrow........really???!!!"
SV "Yes, alive, like now. Without a shoe, sure...."

You miss a little smile, but almost feel sorry because you want to keep not trusting me

B09 "How can I trust...."
SV "You just have to believe me...Now. I still have to tie you up in another way..
B09 "No, please....."
SV "Yes, then I'll explain everything, calm down, we'll eat something and tomorrow night at this time, you'll be at your house. "

I open the backpack, went to get in another room before your attempted futile escape.
I open it. I take out some black straps. Like those fo r hospital containment, with a small pad inside.
Many holes, to adapt to each body. I have several, to tie all the parts of your body. A big cotton ball, and some medical gauze.
You observe and you are scared

B09 "My God NOO!! you're crazy, what do you want to do me, you lied to me, always lied!!!!!! "
SV "No. You must trust"
B09 "No !!, "
SV "Then I will bind you by force, and you will calm down. You know everything. And tomorrow you'll be home
B09 "NOO, I Don't Believe You !!! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPP"

You try to hit me with your tied legs I easily avoid the attempt. Take you to waist, hold you down and put you on the couch
I'll take the wad.
At that sight you continue to scream then close your lips avoid to being gagged again.
You try to get up, I'll block you with my left arm. You trip, get agitated, but everything is useless. I stand behind you. Forcing and close your nose with two fingers.
Now I just have to wait for you to breathe..........
And breathe.
When you open your mouth to take a breath I insert the compressed wad into your lips. And push it until entirely.
I leave youry nose and with both hands I start wrapping the medical gauze, very tight. Covering from under nose to your chin.
Several laps. And I block the gauze.
You're gagged again.

B09 "MMMPPHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SV "I wanted to calmly you and explain the situation ....it's not possible. It's just the beginning.."

I'll lie you on couch face down. I sit at waist level. I cut the tapes that locks your arms, chest and wrists and take off your jacket
You're panicking, fear violence, that I want to undress you, but I don't
I take one of the straps and wrap your slender left wrist, then I tighten the strap which around the right.
Tighttened. Wrists blocked. Slender.. Defenseless. Fragile. Totally blocked.

By bending your legs you hit me with your feet in the buttocks but it's a detail.
I'll take another strap and wrap your elbows together. I don't want to be excessive, think it's the first time you been tied up like this.
I bring your elbows closer almost touch and tighten.
You feel a little discomfort, but you are physically trained because you play sports.

B09 "mmmPPHH !!!! "

Continuous. Cut the tapes that imprisons your knees. Two more straps, above and below the kneecap. Tighten very well

B09 "MMMMMPPPPPPHHELMMMNNPPPP"

Remain those two possessed feet . I pull the remaining shoe...

B09 "MMMPPHHHNOOOOOMMNGGGHHHH!"

Another strap, for the ankles. Tight enough

B09 "MMMNNNNNHHPPPPPGGHHHH !!!!! "

No, i'm done. I'll sit you down, with your blonde hair as beautiful as it is messy. One belt above the breasts, one below, both thin, to lock the arms to the torso

B09 "MMMMMMNNNNNNOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Final touch. A red thread, of wool, which was for home. I'll take to tie your big toes, even though you have stockings. You try to stop me closing your toes down.

SV "Blonde. Caucasian. Very white skin. Sensitive. You're ticklish right?
B09 "mmmnnnhhhgggg..........???? "

I touch the backs of your feet, sensitive as soles, despite the socks...you try to shirk, you not can't...

B09 "mmmmgghhhhhhgghhrrrrrrrrr"

Forced to move her feet to discomfort, your toes move, I quickly wrap your big toes in red thread, and make a nice "theatrical" ribbon
The Cornish Damsel is served.

B09 "MMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! "
SV "Now I'll let you calm down, I'll put you in the carpet, be back in few minutse, you'll be calm and know everything.
DO NOT be afraid. Believe me"

I'm going in another room. You in the carpet, your forehead sweaty, some tears of panic, catching your breath, totally defenseless, overwhelmed. submissed
The skirt reveals a stocking hold-up.
A few minutes later I return. You didn't destroy anything. Simply "accepting" your condition.
I have a bottle of water.

I pick you up and sit on the couch with you top of me. I put a blindfold on the couch, you worry... even have two headphones. Of Quality. Marshall. I clean the sweat of f your forehead. You're exhausted.. I rest your blonde head under mine on my chest, on my side.

SV "I tell you a story. Do you know pre-teen games, guards and thieves or spy against spy? During one of these, I was 11 years old, it
happened that I tied up a girl.
It upset me. Felt strange, almost guilty. I have always been enchanted by your appearance, your femininity gender, delicacy,
intelligence.
I wanted to protect you and at the same time "capture" you. Didn't understand. That episode took me into another world

Absorbed, a little tense, scared, you listen, Without realizing you remained as I put you. Almost "comfortable". Your head against me.

SV "I wished to protect, respect, and capture . Not to hurt but to perceive your femininity
A kind of role-playing game. Sweet. Intimate. Ancestral, anthropological. He catches her and they both love it.
The call of nature. He tends to be sunny, dominant, but protective. She, lunar (even moody...) sweetly succubus, desire
to be protected and captured at the same time.
Since then I have always looked for these emotions. Psychic and emotional even before physical. The called stomach butterflies.
The beauty of seeing two slender, tied wrists and arms. Legs equal.. Clamp the lips and the delicate skin of the face as if in a
kidnapping.
To this I associated and added tickling as a form of sweet torment, because it is refined and cause completely lost controls
Particularly on the female foot, intimate part of your body, very graceful, symbol of femininevulnerability
But the real point of it is capture.. The primordial act. Magical. An exchange of energy between the dominant and the succubus
I saw you that March morning. I would risk everything to capture the Cornish Damsel.
That's why we're here. Because I am enchanted by your femininity. And i am a man,
You must know that on the web there are sites, boards, that meet together enthusiasts from these worlds.
Men, boys, looking for testimonies, stories, dreaming of capturing a girl.
And, believe me, so many of you, women, girls, basically submissive people love feeling like Damsel in Distress.
Captured, tied, gagged, kidnapped, barefoot, tickled, in all sorts of roles.....home invasion, detective (you know Nancy Drew, Emma
Peel? ), heroines, spies...even schoolgirl."

I didn't realize it, but as I speak staring space, you look at me continuously, very calmly. You didn't realize felt pampered by the story.

SV "Do you promise not to scream while you drink water?"
B09 "m - m."

So it is. I take off the large gag, make my heroine drink. Without speaking gag you again in the same way. You trusts me now.
I take the blindfold, you doesn't resist

SV "We'll sleep like this."

I'll apply Marshall headphones to you. Sinthwave music, sound only, no voice.
Tied up, gagged, blindfolded, overwhelmed, defenseless, at risk of tickling. Music cradles its ancetsral condition of being totally in my hands.
You are in total abandonment, completely "lost". I wonder if you try butterflies in stomach. . I kiss my blonde messy hair every now and then.
scratch you one on waist, one on the back of your foot, to keep you tense..You fall asleep.

The next day, tried, I'll untie you. Sitting on the sofa, you lean on me all afternoon, covering yourself with a small blanket. Dozing again
We wait until 5pm to take you home to town. Let's not say a word. Me, not knowing if I will have consequences.
You, trying to understand what hell happened in these 24 hours and why you're no longer scared.

Let's leave. All according to (my) plans. Neighbor ok. Parents ok. Only flat shoe Micheal Kors is unrecoverable

B09 "Here we are...."
SV "Yes..."
B09 "But now what are you doing, you returning to Italy?
SV "Yes, but I'll be back in September i think, for the second part of the master. If I'm not in jail.."

You smile.

B09 "I would like come to Italy one day you know? "
SV "Of course it will happen to you, 1.30 flight only..."
B09 "What is your name?"
SV "St°°°°°°°"
B09 "Where do you live ? "
SV "In the North. Ancient, medieval and university city..."
B09 "Has a long time since you played a role game with a girl who plays Nancy Drew?"
SV "One Life..."
B09 "What's up to her in the storyline.... ?"
SV "A bit of everything. . She's a detective. Captured, tied up, gagged, kidnapped, tormented, tickled for real, not like you last
night..."
B09 "interesting.....because you didn't really tickle me....."
SV "No, I certainly couldn't afford to tickle the bare skin of some areas your body in and couldn't break your stockings, you have to go
home perfect. Sadly, you weren’t in sandals, but in uniform... “
B09 "ahahaha...So, you go back in September... ?"
SV "I think so, I hope "
B09 "I wonder what it might be like to impersonate Nancy Drew or other heroine... ."
SV "Beautiful. Even for the villain.. "
B09 "You know...it...weird..."
SV "What..."
B09 "Tied up, once you're not afraid for the intentions those who dominate you...it's controversial. a kind of love-hate
Maybe I understand what you mean when told me your philosophy, and I'm totally helpless to listen to you..."
SV "You were in total abandonment, unconditional surrender, weren't you?
B09 "Yes...it sounds incredible but I was fine..."

We smile each other

SV "Sorry about the other shoe..."
B09 "I think I'll find again. Here, in a small community there is a sense of collaboration, who finds it, a person, a garbage man, does not
throw away but brings it to the lost property of the country"
SV "So.......Goodnight... your name?"
B09 "If you deserve to know, I'll tell you to you too. Maybe you could extort to me tormenting with tickling if i played to be Nanxy
Drew or other heroine in trouble "
SV "In distress....
B09 "right, in distress ... one thing... "
SV "Yes..."
B09 "How can I find you..."
SV "If the phone is too personal, I have a profile on one of thosee boards was telling you..."
B09 "Yes !....your username?
SV "SweetVillain"
B09 "ahaha, very centered ! and the board? "
SV "Stories of Tie Up Games.. not such a fancy name, but it works. Night....:"
B09 "Night St°°°° Thanks for the ride........ "
SV "A Duty. Thank You Cornish Damsel . Distressed"
B09 " "
SV " "




Thanks for ask me to write the second part
I hope there something that attracts you in the story.

Night Boundgirl09

Just wrote the second part (and the first part) of my story here:

viewtopic.php?t=23808

Im curious what you think and how you decide, @Boundgirl09.