Stories of Tie Up Games

Some people might have found it strange for a husband to use a pacifier on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Even stranger, were his arms, bound parallel behind his back to a lovely set of purple reins, his ankles clipped together. But, Abby loved to dominate Brad, and well, Brad was in heaven. The thick diaper was a wonderful added humiliation, allowing him to remain her toy for long stretches. Brad was delighted to be her baby, the pink satin baby dress (with a ruffly butt) really emphasized the humiliation for him, and the matching booties, mittens, and bonnet really tied the whole thing together. As usual, and to both of their pleasures, Baby Brad was helpless and completely dependent on Abby for freedom.

She smiled down at him, “aww, you really are glowing! How fortunate for me to have such a helpless little baby.”
He could feel his cheeks warm with embarrassment. Sure he could clearly be dressed and bound like this with his wife, but that alone used to seem like only a fantasy.
When she had discovered his not-so-well hidden bag of toys he feared for the worst, but that very night he was made to model all of his gear.
Today had been her idea, and he jumped at it.
He was brought out of his day memories suddenly when Abby began tickling him.
All he could do was kick and wiggle, “you are just SO helpless aren’t you?”
He nodded his head, but she could see he was being shy about it.
“What was that? I didn’t hear?”
He mumbled an incoherent yes.
She gasped in fake surprise, “you naughty girl, you didn’t say ‘yes Mistress’.
He didn’t, and groaned having fallen for her trap.
“Bad babies get spanked,” then with her stern voice added, “lay over my lap. Spankings.”
Brad nearly giggled in delight, he LOVED spankings, and she knew just how hard to do it. She would smack just hard enough where he still felt the sting through his diaper.
An audible laugh escaped her mouth as she watched him try to scoot into place.
This was one of her favorite positions, the power she felt having him helplessly bend over always filled her with ecstasy.
He felt her help him into just the right position, his puffy bottom sticking out.
With his arms pinned behind, and his feet secured he was even more secured, and he felt the warmth of her skin pressed against his torso. This was a good place for him, this is right where he wanted to be.
She ran her fingers along his back, tracing his spine and then gently blushing her fingertips on his exposed thighs. She was well aware of his eagerness for getting spanked, she relished in dragging out the tease. He was under her power, exactly what she wanted.
His buzzed with all the sensations, her fingers hitting his nerves right between tickle and pleasure. A shiver went down his spin as she slipped a finger in his diaper. He felt so violated in such a good way.
“Still dry,” she declared, “good.”
His butt wiggled in response, causing them both to giggle.
“How many spankings..?” she wondered aloud, “8 sounds right.”
“Eight?” wondered Brad around his pacifier.
“One for each letter silly”
He didn’t know what she meant when suddenly he felt a
*smack
“M”
*smack
“I”
The blows spread through his body, and he accepted in submission.
*smack
“S”
*smack
“T”
*smack
She loved the power she had over him, to dominate him like this, to be able to bring him down to such an emasculated level was fuel for her.
“R”
*smack
“E”
*smack
“S”
*smack
“S”
He rested, unwilling to move, with or without the restraints.
“Exclamation point!” she cried with one final
*smack.
She heard a faint sound, “did that one cause you to wet?”
Body shaking with delight and shame, he nodded his head. He had wet his diapers many times, but never yet without meaning to.
“I made you pee your pants with spanking,” she squealed. “Oh baby this is incredible!” She was ecstatic with joy.
She pulled him up on the large couch, pulling his bound and twitching form into her spoon.
“I love you” he tried to say, and despite the pacifier she knew exactly what he said.
“I love you baby” she squeezed him, and straightened out his diaper, so a little was stuck out of the ruffled panties..
Petting his hair she whispered to him “ was that good?”
Mhmmmm he replied, snuggling against her, it was perfect, he thought.
“Goody!” she said, because I loved it!”
She knew he was still nervous, he had hinted at some hard past rejections.
But with her, he was exactly what she wanted him to be, himself. And she had quite easily fallen into the Domme role. She didn’t realize how much she wanted to dominate until she had first seen him helpless, bound for her, trusting her to have control over him.
They rested there, taking in the moment.

*knock knock
They both jolted in surprise. She got up, and walked to peek at who was interrupting their perfect afternoon.
Scared of being found, he struggled to get upright. It was hard enough to expose this side of him to Abby. The fears of who might suddenly walk through the door raced through his mind.
“Oh shit!” said Abby, “baby, I forgot a client was going to drop by. She had some last minute changes and this was the only time that worked.”
She knew it was fine, but she could see the let down on Brad’s face. Though she didn’t get it, he loved to be tied up, helpless, and babied. To be fair, she thought, she loved to tie him up, make him helpless, and baby him.
*knock knock
Abby knew exactly what to do, going to Brad
“One moment, I’m coming,” she cried at the door.
She unclipped his leg cuffs, and helped him stand. “I am so sorry, my love, but I have an idea.”
He shrugged his arms, asking to be freed.
“I don’t think so baby,” she smirked. “I know you love this and I do not want my silly mistake to end your fun.”
“We have company!” he whispered, clearly she understood that this was over for now.
“You go hide, quick” she said.
“Mistress, what?” He felt so scared.
“Keep your paci in or you are in trouble,” she directed, “it can soothe you.”
He panicked as she reached for the door. In a moment the door would open and he would be seen.
Abby made a shooing motion to him “you don’t really have a choice”, surely he would realize that he needed to move or be exposed.
She pulled open the front door, gesturing inside.
As Brad saw the door open toward him, it hit him that she was serious. He needed to go or be seen.
He dashed into the kitchen as he heard Abby invite her client in.
Ducking behind the counter was awkward with his arms, but he didn’t have much choice.
There were two exits to the kitchen, the living room, which was a no for sure, or the basement stairs. He sneaked toward the stairs quietly waddling away in fear and shame.
Despite being more than willing to humiliate him, Abby was relieved he was not still standing there, looking confused and scared.
“Go ahead and have a seat!” she offered her guest, “we have lots to go over.”

Once downstairs, Brad looked around for any salvation. It was Abby’s photo studio, and various pieces displayed on the walls. Surely she was joking, he thought, but no, he knew her too well. She knew just how far she could push him out of his comfort zone to give him exactly what he fantasized.
This was almost too real for him, he wanted to spiral.
He was truly helpless. Testing his binds was useless. And with his hands mittened, and tied how they were, he couldn’t loosen or free anything.
He was terrified, excited, scared, and nearly overwhelmed.
He took a quiet seat on the couch, the rush of everything was incredible.
Abby’s photography appointments usually didn’t take too long, unless she got chatting.
Rationally he knew that he was being quiet, that he was safe, and that Abby would keep him safe and secret, as long as he followed her orders, but his heart beat so loud he feared it might give him away.
He took a moment to try and center himself. He leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.
Slow breath in, slow breath out, he remembered. Abby had surprised him by leaving him in bondage, a helpless and humiliated baby.
He could feel the restriction on his arms, rub his fingers against the soft satin mittens, and he bit gently on the pacifier, not daring to let it go. He thought of his diaper, his wet diaper that was giving him quite the little waddle. And thinking about it he felt the urgent need to pee. Sure he did have a lot of liquids, and sure was heavily diapered, but being stuck down here. Even if he was in their bedroom it would feel more normal, more of a safe space. Being stuck down here, he felt his baby submissive little nature so close to being discovered.
But really, the danger of it was a turn on, the risk of it was thrilling. He felt so at risk of embarrassment, but in such a safe way. She controlled this scene for him, because he trusted her. And when she had discovered his deepest secrets…well here he was living out his fantasy.

The light suddenly coming on shocked him back to the present, as he heard the voices at the top of the stairs.
“Well since you are such a good friend I can show you” Abby said, louder than necessary.
Hopefully, for his sake at least, Brad had found a place to hide.
She had assumed he would run and hide in the bedroom, but his delay caused him to lose that option.
In full panic, Brad scanned around the room. There were some shelves he could maybe squeeze behind, but their furniture down here was mostly against the wall. It hit Brad again how his hesitation earlier caused him to have to hide down here.
His eyes then set on the wood chest in front of the couch. It held some blankets but mostly doubled as a coffee table down there.
He heard Abby talk about pictures in the stairwell, she seemed to be dragging it out, delaying.
With his shoulder he was able to lift the lid enough to step in. They were nearly down, and he was trying so hard to be fast and quiet.
“And this one was the one we talked about, the night scene,” Abby explained.
There was not much room in the chest but by bunching his knees under him, he was able to squeeze in. He did not have much room, but once he settled down he went as still as he could.
Abby turned the corner first and just caught the chest lid settle. Good baby.
The rest of the tour was uneventful for Abby, but she did feel quite warm and passionate about the idea of Brad being so helpless, so close, and so discrete.
Brad, on the other hand was doing his best to keep his breaths as quiet as he could, not daring to move even a toe. The feeling of exhilaration for him was just so intense and alive. He was also terrified of the box being opened. A bound up man as a baby. In his current pose, his ruffled-covered padded bottom was fully on display.
He shuddered quietly at that idea, it was a good shudder.
Abby smiled at the box. She was going to see the client out the door, give the friendly and professional goodbye, then she was going to run back downstairs and open a present to find her baby all boxed and bound for her.
Having held it as much as he could, once he heard them go upstairs, he released into his diaper.
She opened the lid, “Hiya baby, whatcha doing in the box?”
“That was so close Abby!” He said, “I mean Mistress.”
He tried to move but absolutely could not.
“Mistress, I am stuck” he pleaded.
When they got him out she sat facing him.
Her hands rested on his bare thighs, he looked to her like he had been through a lot.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes met his, “I should have asked first, I am sorry.”
He was fine, and now that he had a moment to take it in he was way better than fine.
“I…well I…” he was so nervous to tell her.
“Baby, look me in the eyes please,” his eyes met hers, and found only loving warmth, acceptance, “you can tell me anything.”
He knew he could, “I had a LOT of fun!”
“You did?” He could see her grab her face, all but saying aww.
He nodded, wondering how any of this was real.
“Good,” she replied, “I love playing with you, torturing you, and loving you.”

Safe in their bedroom, she released his now very stiff arms, and helped him stretch out the soreness.
“Time to get you all cleaned up and in a fresh diaper”
She could see the confused look, and further added “nap time.”
“Another diaper?” he asked. He was not opposed. “Can we?”
She helped him undress and lie back on a towel.
“You look exhausted, and I want to cuddle you.”
He looked at her, her cute smile. He looked at the bed, a fresh diaper, and his footed onesie.
She soon had him padded, dressed, and curled up, nearly swaddled in a blankie.
As she curled around him, she hummed a quiet tune, and felt him drift off to sleep.
Holding her baby, all tuckered out she thought of the sudden and intense fun they had. She also thought of some fun new ideas involving the chest in the basement as a secret cage.