Stories of Tie Up Games

“No, see, it’ll be perfectly easy,” I tried to explain to my friends’ puzzled faces. "Everything is insured, so as long as it looks real, we’re in the clear!”

“…Matt, this is insane,” replied Alexis, one of my closest friends since I was a kid.

“She’s right - it will never work!” Apparently her older brother Adam agreed.

Unfortunately, a part of me agreed with them. It was pretty insane. But I didn't really see any other choice.

You see, I'm something of a gambler. It really is the most fun in the world - exhilarating, nerve-wracking and exciting all at once. However, I'm much more a gambling enthusiast than I am a winner, so to speak. In fact, by all metrics I'm pretty goddamn awful at it. Long story short, if there were any other choice I've exhausted it - so here I am, planning a fake robbery.

"Here's the thing," I said to them. "Adam, you were an Eagle Scout, right? That means you know how to tie knots, maybe you've even tied someone up before in a game or something?"

"I mean sure, I know how to tie some knots," Adam said reluctantly. "But I'm not sure how that would help here."

"So all we have to do is make it look real. We'll stage a break-in. You guys come back here tonight, maybe around 9pm, which gives me time to clean up everywhere there could be fingerprints or whatever, and make sure everything looks normal. You tie me up - Adam can make sure it looks real and so I can't get out. There's tons of stuff in here to take - a MacBook, the TV, the PC, the Xbox, any sort of nice clothes...you take it all and either pawn it off, or sell it - then we split the money!"

"But," Alexis said, her brow furrowed in obvious concern, "we obviously wear latex gloves and stuff, and hats that cover our entire head, to avoid things like fingerprints and hair fibers too, right?"

"Well sure," I replied, confidently pushing past any doubts I may have had. "You break in, ransack the place - tie me up and then leave. You leave and wait like 20 minutes, call the police on an anonymous tip that you heard loud noises from the apartment - they come and let me out and boom! Pretty simple! Then we split the cash and we're off scott free - you guys have spending money and I don't have to worry about those guys who loaned me money."

"Hang on, Matt," Alex interrupted. "What guys?"

Then, of course, I had to explain how I'd gotten in this situation. It had started on football, then moved to casinos, then private games, etc. People fronted me some money and I owed about $8,000 - not an astronomical amount by any means, but enough where I was getting phone calls asking me when I was going to pay and implying I needed to figure it out, and soon.

Obviously that made Alexis and Adam even more reticent to agree, but finally I had convinced them. I checked my Garmin smartwatch - it was just past 8pm.

"Alright, so in at 9pm you come back. I'll leave the door unlocked, and you know there aren't any cameras in here! Just come in, Adam you can tie me up with this duct tape I got while Alexis takes the place apart, then I figure you're out by 10:30pm and you can call the police at 11!" I gestured to two rolls of extra-strength duct tape: one clear, one gray.

"Alright," said Adam, reticently. "But I think rope might be even better. It looks like the robbers prepared more, plus you can tie knots in it."

"Sure, whatever," I replied. "I'll see you guys then!"

They left, still somewhat unsure of themselves, clearly, and I busied myself with cleaning the place up. It felt odd to be so concerned with preparing for my own "robbery," but I knew it was important to ensure no traces were left that they could have been there. I wiped down all the counters, sinks and the island with Lysol wipes and even put in a load of laundry and started the dishwasher, just in case. I swept and used the swiffer mop on the floors as well.

When I checked my watch again, it was 8:58. I had changed into a long-sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants with a pair of tennis shoes, and I sat on the couch in the living room to wait for my friends' arrival, nervously checking my watch every few minutes.

At 9:02, they walked in the door. They both looked incredibly serious, and I nearly laughed as they closed the door. Alexis and Adam both had black beanies on, which covered all of their hair. Adam was several inches taller than I was, easily 6'1", and broadly built, while Alex was just barely shorter than he, but still taller than I was, at 5'11," Her green eyes shone with something resembling anticipation or excitement as she walked in and tucked one long strand of blonde hair into her hat, purposeful and committed, with two large, black, canvas duffel bags. Adam had a similar bag as well as a plastic bag in his other hand.

I made to stand up and greet them out of reflex before Adam, seeming hesitant, put a finger up to his lips with one hand and gestured for me to sit down with the other. I smiled to myself - they had really gotten into the role! - as I did so, raising my hands in mock surrender. They both took off their shoes at the front door after wiping their feet to avoid leaving dust or footprints.

Alexis started to move around the living room, gathering a few of the electronics I mentioned to her, while Adam knelt next to me. He pulled a coil of rope out of the plastic bag and gestured for me to put my hands together.

"I'll have to make this tight," he whispered, almost apologetically.

"Good," I replied as I crossed my hands in my lap in front of me. "That's the goal."

"No no, like this," Adam said under his breath as he moved my hands parallel to each other. I obliged and put my wrists together and he started circling round after round of white rope around my wrists. I grunted a little as he fed one end of the rope near my palms and wound it parallel to my wrists, making a tight knot at the end. When he cinched the ends perpendicular to the rest of the rope around my bonds, I winced at how tightly it managed to cinch the rope around my wrists tighter. I knew that this was definitely going to look realistic!

"Sorry," Adam said as he noticed my grimace when he cinched the rope tight and knelt down to tie my ankles together. "If you want it to look real, we have to make it tight." He repeated the process with my ankles as I reassured him it was fine.

"No," I said to him. "It only works if it looks real, so keep going!"

To my surprise he insisted on tying my legs together as well, just above the knees. He tied that rope equally tightly, double knotting it at the end. When I looked at the face of my watch, I was surprised to see that it was 9:10 and only 8 minutes had passed! It seemed like it should have taken a lot longer. I gave the bonds a tentative few twists but felt absolutely no give - I guess being an Eagle Scout pays off.

Alexis, done with putting the PC and laptop from my office into the bag, walked back into the room.

"Adam," she said in a sharp whisper. "Are you out of your mind? Tie his hands behind his back - otherwise he'd just be able to grab the phone or anything else on his own! And tie some rope around his chest too!" Adam grimaced at her charming delivery of advice.

"I guess she's right," he said apologetically as he untied my wrists and forced them behind my back, not exactly gently. I grimaced a little as my hands were forced into the small of my back and tied there the same way before being double knotted, again. It seemed a little excessive to me, but then again, I'd never tied anyone up before!

He looped several long strands of rope around my waist, pinning my hands to the small of my back, before repeating the process around my chest, above and below my pectorals. I actively winced as he knotted these last ties tightly; I had much less room to move now.

Alexis, having finished in the office, started to move to the bedroom. She came over, green eyes flashing - I thought for a second in excitement, but that would be crazy, right? - while she looked over my bonds.

"That looks like it'll do," she said as she tugged at the ropes on my wrists, feeling how they were locked into the small of my back. "Now we're probably going to have to gag you too."

"Uhhh, we didn't exactly agree to that," I stammered, suddenly nervous.

"Look," Alexis countered, slightly patronizingly. "If two burglars left you alone, tied up and not gagged, you'd just call for help as soon as they left, right?"

"I...I guess," I admitted.

"Exactly," Alexis said, somewhat proudly. "Adam, gag him while I finish here." She returned to my bedroom.

Adam rather sheepishly grimaced as he went to the kitchen and retrieved a dish towel. He tied a knot in the middle and held it in front of my mouth.

"Any last words," he asked, kind of jokingly.

"I guess not," I replied glumly.

"Okay, open up, then." I opened my mouth wide, as he asked, and he fit the knot into my mouth between my teeth and then knotted the towel behind my neck. I chewed on the knot in the coarse fabric for a minute before judging that actually, this wasn't so bad. The knot behind my head was tight, so I couldn't get the towel out of my mouth, but it wasn't so large that I thought I would choke or anything, and I could even make some noise if I needed to.

Adam inspected my gag one more time before standing up and starting to move away.

"Are you alright?"

"Yessshmp, itmmmph finmphh," I replied through the gag.

He busied himself with taking the last of the things from around the TV and putting them in the bag. I sat and chewed on the gag for a few minutes before twisting my wrists and neck to check my watch. It was 9:30, so I wouldn't have to put up with this much longer, thankfully. My fingers were already feeling a little numb, and the knot in my mouth was awkward.

Adam and Alexis finally joined each other in the living room, their duffel bags packed full of electronics, nicer clothes, jewelry and other valuables, and she glanced at me before glaring at her brother.

"Adam, are you dumb? Remember the stuff we used to do as kids - that gag isn't worth anything! Someone in literally the next room would hear him loud and clear. Just stuff something in his mouth - this has to look real!"

My own eyes widened, darting from Adam to Alexis. Adam glanced at his sister with a look of embarrassment, then at me apologetically. Alexis had her eyes narrowed glancing at Adam in blame. When her eyes turned to me, they opened wider and seemed to shine - is she enjoying this? Her mouth betrayed just a hint of a grin as her lips pulled back, showing just a hint of straight, white teeth. I shuddered slightly - this was going a bit too far.

"Noommph, this ismmph okmmph!"

I tried to protest as Alexis came over and started to undo the knot holding the gag on my head. Adam had disappeared behind me into the kitchen.

"Look Matt," she said, a bit condescendingly as she leaned in a little too close to my face for my comfort. "If you don't want the police to see right through this, we have to be thorough, right?"

I heard Adam come up behind me as the knot pulled from my mouth with a quiet "pop." A little bit of slobber followed.

"Guys, listen, maybe this is too much wmmmph!"

With my mouth open to try and explain, Adam had leaned over and shoved a large blue sponge in my mouth! I protested as he used his fingers to force it in further, making my cheeks bulge.

"Hnnngh mmmph! Mmmph!"

"Matt, Matt Matt," Alexis chided. "I've been playing tie-up games since I was little - I know what it takes to gag someone well, and if you want this to be believable, then you've gotta accept that it'll be uncomfortable for a while."

I hung my head a little sadly - she was right. This was going to be unpleasant, but according to my watch I'd have the police at my door in about half an hour, so I could handle it.

"Alright Adam, let's finish up," Alexis said a bit too cheerily, clapping her brother on the back. "Make sure that sponge is in his mouth first though!"

I watched her walk away as Adam prodded at the sponge in my mouth, which had indeed started to come out. The knot in the dish cloth between my lips kept me from spitting it out, but bits of blue sponge spilled out of the sides of my cheeks regardless.

"Sorry about this," he said, a bit apologetically, while he made sure my gag was tight. "Alexis always got a bit...into these games."

My eyes widened - this was starting to get just a little concerning, but I was in too deep, to say the least.

"Tmmmph hmmmph?"

"Yeah, she's got a bit of a wild side to her and I think she gets some satisfaction out of it, especially seeing men like this. Oh well, it'll be over soon, right?"

"Hmmmmphh..." I grumbled into the gag as my two friends finished ransacking my apartment. For good measure, they threw a few things around - the coasters on the coffee table, an old football trophy of mine, that sort of thing.

"Well," Alexis said, after they had finished loading two duffel bags. "I guess we're off, after one more thing."

She leaned in and looked me in the eyes and said, a little quietly, "try to call for help."

"Hmmmph! HMMMPH!"

"That's a bit too much noise for me. Adam, grab the duct tape."

"Nmmmph!"

"Shhh," she chided as she ripped three large strips of duct tape off the roll and plastered them over my mouth. "This will do the trick. We want the cops to believe us!" The duct tape ensured the sponge stayed firmly lodged in my mouth and made it much harder to move my lips.

At this point, I was definitely convinced that it was believable, and that was before Adam hoisted me up with a grunt and carried me to my bedroom. I protested into my gag but it was hardly audible, much less intelligible, as he deposited me on the floor of my room - at least he was gentle this time.

As they turned to go, Adam did a sort of shrugging motion and left my bedroom. Alexis checked her watch and winked at me.

"20 minutes or so, big guy. Nothing too serious."

I grunted into the gag and flexed my shoulders against the rope, feeling absolutely no give. She was right - 20 minutes was a pretty small price to pay for all this trouble going away.

I heard Adam get to the front door and put on his shoes again and noticed the soft footfalls of Alexis following him, but heard her footsteps double back, a little excitedly. She leaned her head in my room again and I suddenly got a very bad feeling about what was going to happen next, though at this point I had zero control over it.

"I almost forgot," she said quietly with a distinct grin on her face as she closed the door to my bedroom.

"Nmmmph!" I tried to protest into my gag but to very little avail. Right as the door closed, I heard her murmur:

"After all, we want this to be realistic."

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To be continued! Just a short two-shot to break up the writer's block.

Loving the first part! I’m excited to see what Alexis has in mind!

Great start! Looking forward to part two.

I enjoy a lot of your stories. They’re so immersive and compelling. You have a talent for writing. Thank you for sharing.

Hurray for a new story from DesertFox. It has been far too long. I am eagerly waiting the next installment (hopefully there will be several).

"Mmmmmphhh!"

I yelled angrily into my gag as the door closed - Alexis either pretended not to hear me, or, just as likely, just couldn't hear me once she got three steps away from the door. After a few moments I heard the door to my apartment close...and lock? I was probably imagining the clicking sound of the lock, now that I thought about it - after all, I had a lot of other things on my mind.

I thrashed in my bonds - the ropes around my wrists were unyielding, even if they didn't rub directly on my skin because of my long sleeves. I twisted my legs apart but they didn't budge an inch, even side to side. The gag in my mouth was almost intolerable - I could feel the edges of the sponge spilling out from the corners of my lips, the dish towel was cinched between my teeth so tightly that I could feel it cutting into the sides of my mouth, and the strips of duct tape over it just made sure my lips couldn't move underneath it.

I sat and breathed heavily into my gag, taking stock of things. I was thrashing more out of indignation than a legitimate desire to get free - I had to remain tied and gagged convincingly in this room until the cops showed...thankfully, I had a full-length mirror on the inside of my closet door, and could read my watch; it was 9:58, so any minute now I should be free of this.

After calming down for a minute, I realized something - I should have looked like I made some sort of effort to get free, even if it were unsuccessful - I had to make it look legit for when the cops came around in...one minute!

I thrashed around in my bonds again, making sure to work up just a little bit of a sweat. The duct tape over my mouth had already seemed excessive, so I was working on rubbing it off on my nightstand when, sure enough, I heard a knock at my door.

It sounded depressingly distant through the closed door, but even so I immediately brightened up.

"Hmmmmmphhh!" I shouted into the gag as loudly as I could, but the sponge stuffed in my mouth seemed to absorb the sound entirely.

"Boston PD - is anybody home?"

"Mmmmmmmphhh hmmmp!" I was thrashing around in the ropes, but clearly couldn't accomplish much. Still, if my face was as red as it looked in the mirror, that would just add to the believability I figured.

I heard the door handle turn - and click against the lock...what?

"Hello - is there anyone there? We heard about a noise complaint?"

"MMMMMPHHH!" I shouted angrily into my gag, stomping my feet on the floor. Unfortunately, my socked feet barely made an audible sound on the floor, even within the room and certainly not one that could be heard in the hallway.

I heard some murmured tones from the other side - maybe the word "hear," or "warrant..." At this point I panicked - I was looking around frantically for anything that could be knocked off a shelf or broken to make a sound...but of course, they had taken all of the heavy objects from my dresser, like my football trophy and TV, and the lamp was laying on the carpeted floor next to me. My face was as red as a beet while I continued to shout as finally, depressingly, I heard two pairs of feet walk down the hallway and away from my apartment, then heard the elevator ding as, presumably, the two cops went downstairs.

"Mmmmmphhh!!!" I thrashed wildly in the ropes around my body, wrists and legs, feeling very little, if any give....now what?

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12 am. I had been in my room, tied and gagged, for over two hours, with no sign of relief - I'd been filled with a mix of indignation, anger and depression as I had come to realize that rescue was a LONG time coming.

I had made a tiny bit of progress, at the very least. One of the ropes around my chest had slid down and was now loosely hanging around my waist, the bonds around thighs had fallen off completely, and I had finally managed to scrape the duct tape off my face. That last one was more of a pro/con symbolic victory, if anything. Pro: it was more comfortable at least. Con: I now had the ability to look at my own face in the mirror of my closet. It was embarrassing - the knot in the gray washcloth around my head was dark with drool on the corners and the edges of a bright blue sponge, softened just slightly over time, spilled out off my mouth around the edges of the gag, and my cheeks bulged very distinctly from the massive sponge packed into them.

At this point I was just sitting there, breathing heavily, twisting my wrists - I could have sworn there was some give in the ropes that wasn't there an hour ago...

My watch read 12:20 and I had just determined that yes, the bonds around my wrists HAD loosened some! I was well on my way to freedom, even if it was going to be a while. It had only taken two and a half hours to get there, but progress was progress, right?

The large black face of my watch showed 12:45 when I heard the code on my keypad being entered and the door open. I had been picking at the knot on my wrists and had actually felt a coil off rope come slide off - but this was way better - rescue was here!

"Mmmmph!" I shouted into the gag, almost a bit more out of excitement than desperation this time. Slamming my feet on the floor resulted in just some soft thumps, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance.

"Mmmmphh!"

The footsteps continued towards my room and my bedroom door opened to show...just Alexis in the hall. She gave me a sarcastic wave.

"Hey there, Matt - how are you doing?"

"Mmmmph!" I shouted into the gag - this was the part where she untied me, what was she waiting for!

A disarmingly eager smile came over her face as she sauntered over to examine me. I had worked up a decent sweat over the past few hours and the dish towel cinched between my lips had, at this point, turned a shade darker from my drool.

She moved behind me to take my wrists in her hands - I felt her untangle the knot and sighed in relief, only a murmur through the thick gag, but thankfully, it was all over.

"Geez, Adam did a number on you and you still managed to almost get out? He's either losing his touch or his heart wasn't in it."

As I felt the knot come fully undone and the coils of rope around my wrists loosen, I immediately began to pull them apart, just as Alexis, leaning a little closer to my ear, said:

"Thankfully I'm here, I guess." My efforts to pull my wrists apart were suddenly arrested as I felt the coils of rope snake around them again, tightening even more securely than before, if anything.

"Ammmphh!" I shouted into my gag as Alexis double, then triple knotted the ropes around my wrists. If I thought it was tight before, this was nearly unbearable. My indignant yells into the gag continued as, once more, my hands were tied tightly behind me.

"Mmmmmphhh!"

"The thing is, Matt - I don't want you to get out of this too easily. You were absolutely happy to let Adam and me take the fall for your dumb plan, all to get out of a gambling debt? I mean, how stupid are you!" I felt slender hands untangle the ropes from around my waist and start to retie them under my chest.

"Mmmmph!" I shouted once more into the gag as Alexis cinched the ropes around my chest painfully tightly. Suddenly, she leaned in closer, slapping her hand over my mouth, turning my already-muted shouts into murmurs.

"Just shut up, okay, Matt? For once, shut up. I'm going to decide when you get out of this, and if you keep shouting like that I'm going to gag you a lot tighter, got it?" Alexis hissed into my ear, her harsh voice, normally just a regular, if slightly lower tone, suddenly full of venom.

One more muffled groan into her hand was all I had before I nodded. She released her hold on my mouth and came around to face me before leaning slightly, retrieving the rope that had been tied around my knees and starting to retie it.

"I think I'm going to have to take a look at your ankles too, I guess. Adam knew more about knots at some point, but, to be honest - I always was the one who ended up the winner in the games we played with him, his friends and me growing up." She cinched the ropes around my knees brutally tightly before, as promised, retying my ankles the same way.

"Sometimes it's not about what you know - it's about being willing to use it, am I right?"

"Mmmmph?"

"Who am I kidding, you have no idea what it's like to use what you know - if you had, you wouldn't have tried to pressure Adam and me into this dumbass scheme, right?" Her bright green eyes met my wide brown ones - at this point, I was actually pretty scared. I could see a mix of anger, blame and some kind of excitement in them as she finished tying my ankles together.

"Nmmmph!" I half-groaned, half-shouted into the gag as she knotted the ropes around my ankles. Hey eyes flashed as she met mine.

"Matt, did you forget what I said about shouting?"

My eyes shot open even wider, if anything, and I shook my head forcefully while making quiet sounds of protest into my gag.

"Hmmph!"

Alexis rolled her eyes at me, but had cracked a pretty significant smile at this point. She stood up smartly and moved behind me. I could her her footsteps pad across the carpet behind my into my bathroom - was she fucking skipping?

I heard her walk back and sit down behind me again, pushing my head forward slightly as she untied the dish towel from around my head.

"The problem is Matt, I did say I was going to gag you tighter if you kept shouting, and it's important for a lady to keep her promises, or so I'm told."

"Mmmmph," I groaned as I felt the knot give way and the pressure of the towel release from between my cheeks before falling into my lap.

Alexis gripped my chin in her hand, pinching my cheeks slightly as she drew the sponge out of my mouth. It finally came out with a wet thwop sound as a few hours' worth of drool came dripping with it.

"Alexis, listen - this is too much! I'll be quiet, we can work so-mmmmth!"

Her hand slammed over my mouth again, cutting off my pleading in real-time as I felt her rooting around the floor near my back. I tossed my head back and forth to try and throw her hand off of my mouth, but didn't have much of a chance. She had a surprisingly strong grip and, despite being slender, her fingers gripped my cheeks very firmly, cutting off any sound I was trying to make and making it impossible for me to move my head.

"Here's the thing, Matt. This is what we worked out. I did most of the working out, because you happened to be tied up and gagged for a lot of the time..."

Finally, I felt the pressure on my mouth release.

"Also, I know you'll be quiet - this isn't exactly my first time doing this."

"Alexis, wa-mmmph!"

A thick wad of cotton with a very strong, salty taste was shoved into my mouth, cutting my protests off. Alexis' strong fingers pushed it back into my mouth, behind my teeth, so that it made my cheeks puff out almost comically. I tried to force it out with my tongue before, to my surprise, a second wad of cotton, with the exact same taste, was shoved in as well to a mouth I would have considered very well-stuffed.

"Honestly, you should probably wash your socks more, Matt. It's winter in Massachusetts, and these thick socks get VERY sweaty inside boots. I feel like I should wash my hands and I'm not even the one chewing them!"

"Hmmmph mmmph!" I yelled in protest as Alexis rolled a thick scarf into a thinner length that she cinched between my lips and knotted around my head. The gag forced my to bite down and I felt the strong, salty taste trickling down my throat. I groaned - barely audible, at this point.

Alexis moved around to face me again, a smile on her face as she ensured the scarf was forced between my teeth. Her eyes gleamed when they met mine.

"Hang on just one second - I'd say 'don't go anywhere,' because I'd sound like a cartoon villain I think!"

"Hmmmphh nmmmph!" As usual, she ignored me as she walked out of the room. I could have sworn I heard her humming to herself as I heard the rustling sound of a plastic bag being picked up and her feet moving lightly around my kitchen.

I saw my reflection again, anxious to look at my watch. My cheeks were red, stretched out over the gag, my teeth biting into the top and bottom. I chewed the socks to try to make them more manageable, but regretted that instantly - every time my jaw moved another sour taste from the sweat in my socks hit me. I thought a sponge was bad, but this was intolerable. The face of my watch read...12:55? That didn't seem right - she'd only been in the room for a few minutes, and I was more helpless than ever, if anything!

"Mmmmphhhhh!" I tried to shout one more time as Alexis sauntered back into my room, plastic bag in one hand with the other behind her back. She glared at me, but the smile didn't leave her face.

"Christ Matt, you are one of the loudest people I've ever met. It's no wonder I felt like this needed to be happen - you never shut the fuck up, even when you're gagged!"

I shook my head vigorously in her and pleaded into my gag as she walked behind me once more. I had no idea what she was planning, but I knew it was sure to make my life worse, if possible.

I felt her untie the knot of the scarf behind my head, but, when I tried to push the socks out of my mouth with my tongue, she again slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Honestly, I was debating between these two things - but I guess it's a happy accident that I got to use both, in the end. Hang on, you're going to hate this."

I felt her force my head back and start shoving another wad of fabric in my mouth - the biggest yet by far, and with a different sort of taste, but still foul.

"Hnnnmmmmph!"

"Take a look at yourself Matt - I found quite a few things in your hamper and this may be the best one." My eyes leapt over to my reflection, where I saw my cheeks bulging as Alexis' strong fingers prodded a massive, red pile of cloth into my mouth - that bright red could only mean one thing...

"Nmmmph!"

"You should have saved that for when you could talk, Matt - I promise, now you won't be able to for a while," she said as she finished forcing every inch of the massive wad of fabric into my mouth as she could - nearly all of it, except for the dark gray "puma" on the waistband off my boxers.

"Here's the best part Matt - trust me."

I heard a loud ripping sound behind me as Alexis pulled the end of the tape free and plastered one end on my cheek. She started wrapping it around my head - my mouth, at this point, was very much open, and as the clear tape wound around and around the back of my head it formed a thick layer between my lips - she made sure to grip my chin with each pass to make it as tight as possible. After nine or 10 wraps the tore off the end with her teeth and plastered it around the back of my head. By the last one, she had used enough tape to nearly cover my open mouth.

"Take a look - I wouldn't want you to forget!"

"Mmmmph!"

I obliged - what choice did I have - and looked at my reflection. My mouth was stuffed to the point where my reflection seemed distorted, my entire jaw was covered with a thick layer of clear tape that forced my red, bulging cheeks it, not quite covering the top of my mouth where my jaw was stretched open and my front teeth were biting into the tape. And underneath the clear plastic my mouth was forced wide open, just from the amount of fabric stuffed into it - my open mouth forming a an "o" of surprise, the circle filled by a mass of red cloth where you could just make out the word "puma" on the waistband spilling out of my lips.

"Mmmmphhh!" I shouted into my new gag, which stifled my voice to such a low sound that I wasn't sure it would be heard in my apartment's hallway, much less outside the front door. "Pmmmmph!" I shook my head at Alexis, begging through a mouth stuffed with my socks and underwear, my eyes watering a little at the corners just from how huge the gag felt - first I had thought a towel between my teeth was bad, then a sponge stuffed in my mouth was even worse, and finally, the socks themselves were awful...but I hadn't realized how bad it could actually get. I worked my jaw as much as the tape gripping my face would allow - which wasn't much, and felt that same salty taste in the back of my throat, plus something bitter that I really didn't want to dwell on. She met my wide, pleading, watering eyes with a sweet smile and raised eyebrows, with no sense of pity and more than a little "you did this to yourself, and now I'm enjoying it."

Alexis moved in front of me and smoothed the tape down over my cheeks. When she saw my teeth biting into the tape - she smirked just a little. I pleaded into the thick gag as the gripped the sides of my face to press the tape tighter - as if that were possible. Finally she leaned back, her green eyes bright and dangerous as they met mine.

"Alright, I think it's time to tuck you in for the night."

"Mmmmmmphhh!" I yelled into my gag, the sounds pitiful as she came behind my again, lifted me by the shoulders slightly and slid me over to the closet. She twisted me so that I fell onto my stomach - my head lifted just enough to meet her face as she looked down at me. One thin eyebrow was cocked quizzically, as if she were debating something.

"Yeah, may as well," she said with an even greater smile as she turned back into my bedroom.

"Nmmmph!" I protested into my gag and twisted in my bonds as much as either would allow, which wasn't much. She returned with one more short length of rope in her hands and leaned over me.

"I guess Adam brought extra because a Scout is always prepared or whatever. My outlook is: why bring it if you don't use it," she mused, almost to herself, as she bent my knees and forced my legs upwards. She began tying a knot to the rope around my ankles.

"Nmmmph mmmphh!" 'No more!'

"No more?" she replied, as if hearing me clearly. Maybe she did: hearing gagged pleading clearly wasn't new to her.

"I mean, this is technically my last piece off rope, so I guess I agree...I don't remember the first time I was hogtied, but I definitely remember the first time I hogtied someone else," she said cheerily as she connected the new, short rope tied to my ankles and threaded it through my hands, forcing them together with three inches of space between them. I felt her loop something around as I groaned into my gag - this was a nightmare.

"Oh, that's not the best part by far," she hissed at me. She took a hold of the bonds around my wrists and pulled up, arching my back. The three inches of space between my wrists and ankles quickly shrank to around half an inch.

"Ammmphh, pmmmph!" 'Alexis, please!'

"Nah Matt - I'd say sorry, but I'm honestly not," she replied as she cinched the knot to my hogtie before pushing me onto my side with her foot and leaned down to pull at the ropes at my wrists, ankles and knees. "You were willing to send Adam and me to jail because you're a crappy gambler, and, to be honest, I kind of wanted to do this anyway and you just happened to give me an excuse."

She squeezed my bulging cheeks with one hang and with her brow furrowed, as if she were contemplating whether she could fit another square inch of fabric in my overstuffed mouth. Apparently she decided she couldn't, because she stood up. I looked up at her, shaking my head, eyes wide with more than a few tears in the corners and whining garbled pleas into a massive gag, and she just smiled down at me.

"Lmmmph mmmph gmmmph!" 'Let me go!'

"Let you go?" You want me to untie you?"

"Ymmmmph!"

"Okay, ask me nicely then. Say you're sorry, and if you really seem mean it, I'll untie you."

"Mmmmph smmmph!" 'I'm sorry!'

She tapped her chin with one slender finger and arched one eyebrow.

"Matt, you really have to enunciate better. I couldn't understand you for the life of me, and I don't know if I believe you. I'll give you one more chance, so you had better make it count."

"Ammmmph, mmmmph smmmphh!! Pmmmph!" 'Alexis! I'm sorry! Please!'

"Hmm...." Alexis tapped her chin thoughtfully, staring into space as if she were considering an important question. "No, I just don't think you're being sincere in the end, so I'll have to keep you like this."

"Nmmmmph!"

"Anyway," Alexis continued, yawning briefly while covering her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at her watch. "It's getting late - it's almost 1:30 in the morning and I've gotta get some rest. I think I'll give the cops another call - and I'll leave the door open this time - around...10am?"

"Nmmmmph!" 'No!'

"Wait, noon? Are you sure? Damn Matt, that's some serious endurance you've got there - alright, if you insist. Adam thinks I came back to make sure the cops let you out anyway and won't be wondering why you haven't called until tomorrow night at the earliest...and when they do show up, I mean: it's not like you're going to tell them the truth, are you?"

"Hmmmph!"

She faked a very dramatic yawn this time and smirked at me.

"I hope you get some rest," she said as she retreated away from the threshold. "I was considering blindfolding you, but in my experience it's more fun to be able to count down the hours."

She firmly closed the closet door and I heard her move around the apartment slightly. I shouted into my gag and twisted my wrists while kicking into the hogtie, but there was absolutely no give and the sounds I managed to make through my stuffed and taped mouth were pitiful. If I had thought Adam was good at tying people up, I hadn't considered how good someone who got a kick out of it might be.

I finally heard her come back in, dragging something. Something heavy thudded against the door, closing it even more tightly. I saw her shadow move across the very thin light that peaked through the closet door as she finally had it in place.

"I don't think you'll get out of that hogtie, but I wanted to put a desk here anyway, just in case. And at this point don't worry about a thing - they are definitely going to think this is realistic. Goodnight Matt!" I heard her footsteps pad away, my bedroom door shut and, finally, my front door close as well.

"Mmmmmmmphhh! Hmmmmphh mmmmph!"

The sounds I made into my gag were so quiet I felt like I could barely hear them within the closet myself, and there was zero chance I was twisting out of any of the ropes. I lay flat on my stomach again - or as near as I could get to flat, with the hogtie arching my back - and looked at myself in the mirror.

My face was gripped so tightly by the tape wrapped around my head that my bulging cheeks were bright red above the clear tape, which managed to grip my face tightly, cut into my upper lip and press against my teeth at the same time. My jaw could barely move, but I shifted it as much as possible, sending another gross rush of taste down my throat, the salty sting of sweat from my socks and...something I wasn't sure about, but didn't want to think too hard about. Even in the meager light of the closet I could see, pressed tightly against the tape, the gray waistband of my underwear spilling from between my lips.

My eyes traveled down my body, contorted into a cramped shape by the ropes wrapped around it, and my gaze fell on the face of my watch, which was nearly obscured by my foot, forced there by the hogtie. The numbers on my watch said, unbelievably, 1:32am.

Shaken by a bout of sudden anger, I thrashed in the ropes and shouted into my gag as loud as I could. I rolled from side to side, twisted my wrists to try and pull them free of the ropes, tried to pull my feet apart and kicked as hard as I could into the rope hogtying me. When I had worked up a good sweat I finally lay still again, breathing hard through my nose. I hadn't made any progress that I could tell - maybe the tape around my head had shifted just a little, but it only let me move my jaw a little bit more so that I unknowingly bit down into the stuffing in my mouth, shuddering as I got a new rush off the disgusting taste.

I looked at the large, black face of my watch in the reflection again...1:35?

This was going to be a long night.

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Part two is complete! Believe it or not, there is a part three and Matt in fact will end up regretting his little scheme even more.

@DesertFox very interesting story it would be great to read the next 2 chapters