Stories of Tie Up Games

During the week my girlfriend uttered the words every sub wants to hear:

"I want to tie you up soon."

Words she said through a devious grin as we both sat on the couch watching TV whilst I massaged her feet on my lap. Our collection of sex toys had grown significantly in December thanks to the Love Honey advent calendar, however due to our busy December scehdule, we hadn't had a chance to use most of our new toys and any we had played with were used only briefly.
Finally we had a night free to use them. Saturday night.

The night came. We decided to watch Misery whilst we let dinner settle. There's a scene where Cathy Bates ties James Caan to the bed.

"That's going to be you" my girlfriend smirked at me.
"but you'll be gagged too" she quickly added.

I was too excited to give any witty comebacks so all I could muster was a little "Ooh!" in return.
Once the movie finished, I was ordered to stay downstairs until I was given the signal to meet her in the bedroom. I sat and listened as she moved about upstairs, opening drawers and pulling out what I knew would be our new toys.

"Ready!" she announced after a few minutes.

I excitedly marched upstairs to the bedroom which was now lit only by the gentle red moodlighting we always use during play times. In the corner sat the bag where we kept our toys.
My girlfriend stepped out from around the corner and stood before me. Wearing nothing but a black satin nightie, also from loveHoney (not sponsered! Honestly!). Her long, dark brown hair curled down onto her shoulders. Her beautiful green piercing eyes cheekily gazed at me, edged with eyeliner wings. Her eyebrows were dipped menacingly.

"Take off your top and stand there" she ordered, pointing in front of the bed.

I slid off my tshirt and threw it aside then stood where I was told to.

"Put your hands out like this" she held her arms out, palm to palm with her hands in fists.

Again, I did as ordered. I would always prefer my wrists to be tied behind my back as I feel like that gives extra helplessness however hands tied in front I find to be easier if I'm going to be lying on my back for long periods.

She grabbed some black rope and began preparing a loop, just like I had shown her how to do a few months back.

"Hmmm" she paused.
"Actually..." she marched over to the bag.
"I'm going to blindfold you first. So you can't moan about how I'm doing it wrong" she huffed as she approached with on of our new toys. A thick black satin blindfold. The padding in it made it significantly better than the standard eyemask type that we owned before. It made sure to pack around your eyes to block any light getting in.

And just like that, I was blind. The rope was looped around both wrists and then tightened followed by several layered wraps, pulling my wrists together tighter. It appeared that I had taught her well.
Next she looped the rope between my wrists to cinch them together, and finally a knot in the ropes.

"How's that?" she let go of my hands. I gave both arms a little twist side to side. My wrists remained tightly joined together.

"Good" I mumbled.

"Yeah?" she whispered.
"Can you get out?"

I gave a few more twist before shaking my head.

"Good!" she smiled as she took hold of my arms and forced me down onto my knees before letting go of me.

I knelt there in the dark, abandoned, wondering where she had went. In front of me, I heard her lying down on the bed.

"Find me... with your mouth" she ordered.

I shuffled my knees forwards until they reached the base of the bedframe. From there, I leaned forwards, placing my tied hands onto the base of the bedframe to hold me up, and stretched out my tongue until it came into contact with her. Though I was blindfolded, I knew how she was lying. Her legs were spread apart with her feet resting on the floor either side of me.

"I want to cum" she commanded.

Not wanting to disappoint my captor, I nodded and moved my face in closer and began working with my tongue.

I achieved my goal and did as ordered after a few minutes. I pulled my head away and knelt there in silence as I listened to her riding the wave. She paused briefly to compose herself before retrieving my from the foot of the bed.

"Well done" she congratulated as she pulled me by my tied wrists up onto the bed beside her. Her mouth wrapped over mines and passionately smooched. Before I could join in, she pulled away and shoved me further up the bed.

"Turn around and put your back against the headboard" she ordered.
"Quickly."

"Ok" I meekly nodded as I swiveled around and leaned my back against the headboard. My arms rested atop my stomach as I sat slightly slouched with my rock hard penis pointing skywards.

I heard the bag rustle.

"Let's see... where are they... hmmm..." she searched.
"Ah hah!"

A quick sound of rummaging was followed by some small bells ringing. I knew exactly what she had been looking for. Another new toy. A pair of red nipple clamps each with a small jingle bell on it.

The clamps were one of the few toys we had briefely played with already. I had told my girlfriend that I'd worn nipple clamps in the past, and quite enjoyed the sensation of them. Not necesarily the pain caused by them, but the helplessness that they emphasise when you're tied up and unable to remove them. So during a night of intimacy in the christmas gooch, she wanted to try them on me. I happily obliged on one condition: she gave me something to bite down on whilst I wore them. As she looked around the room for something to use, I suggested perhaps a sock and she just so happened to be wearing the fuzzy black socks that I bought her for christmas. Insert rollsafe tapping his head meme here. So she peeled off her sock and stuffed it into my mouth, then clamped my nipples. It was during this play that we discovered I was capable of taking the clamps at their tightest setting.

So back to the main story. After finding the clamps, she sat back down on the bed beside me and prepared them, screwing them to their tightest setting. I could hear her preparing to clamp one on and just as I was about to remind her, she remembered:
"Oh wait!"

She set the clamp back down and walked away, leaving me sat, hands tied, blindfolded and all tense and nervous (with excitement of course!).

Another brief side note: in the week before this night, she did a footmask so her feet were in shedding mode meaning her current pair of socks were a no go zone.

Eventually she returned.

"I nearly forgot! You like something to bite down on don't you?" she chuckled as she walked back into the room.
"Imagine I'd put them on you without that?! You'd have screamed like a little wimp!" she teased.
"Unfortunately my feet are peeling like crazy just now, otherwise I'd have used the socks I wore today. But don't worry. I went to the washing basked and got you this!"

I didn't have to wait long to discover what she had fetched.

"Open wide"

I did as ordered. The thick black fuzzy sock I'd bought her for christmas was quickly stuffed into my open gob, packing into my cheeks and submerging my tongue.

"Hrrmgphhh" I grunted as her finger poked the sock further in.

My mouth isn't that big. Realistically, only an ankle sock can fit it's entirety into my mouth, so naturally, when stuffed with a thick sock, most of the sock sits outside of my mouth.

Just another quick aside: in my griflriend's friend group, they all have something that gets picked on. For instance 1 girl gets slagged off for having a large head. Or one of the guys gets teased for being bald (we're all from the west of Scotland. This type of slagging is done as a sign of endearment I promise!). And it just so happens that my girlfriend's feet are what she gets slagged for. She's the tallest girl in her group so she gets mocked for having giant feet. They're not giant. They are size 7s which is hardly huge but it's the largest of the girls in her group therefore it's mockable they also say that her feet smell. To be honest, they aren't that bad. It's only really when she wears tights and boots to work that her feet have a noticable stench. Something which I confesed my love for one night whilst we were drunk, and she's teased me endlessly about it since. Anyway, aside over! Back to the story.

"Hmmm nice and worn!" she teased as I visibly screwed my face up in disgust at the taste of them. Despite what I've just said in the aside, you could tell they were worn and had been sitting in a washing basket along with several other pieces of worn clothes. My tongue dried up so quickly as it pushed against the thick fluff packing.

My struggles with the sock gag were interupted by my girlfriend adding to the gag. Not willing to settle with just some stuffing that could be easily spat out, she had grabbed the scarf that we kept in her bedside table, tied a knit in it, then from behind me, pulled the knot hard into my agape mouth like a ball gag. The old knotted scarf ball gag was something I had taught her early in our bondage games.
The thick scarf ball being pulled into my mouth had caused the excess sock stuffing to fold upwards. Upwards over my nostrils.

Already breathing through my nose due to the stuffing, my nostrils began pulling in the damp stench of the socks.

"Hrrmgpghhh!" I grumbled as she tightly knotted the scarf at the back of my head.

"Perfect!" she celebrated as she moved back to sitting on the bed in front of me.
"How's that?"

"Irgphh crngphh smrghh irgphh!" I 'compained', trying to make her aware that I could smell the sock.

"What?" she mocked.

"Hrrmgphhh" I moaned before wiggling my jaw, causing the excess sock stuffing to bounce up and down slightly.

"Oh, is it over your nose?" she realised. I nodded.
"Does that mean you can smell it?"
I nodded again.

"That's unfortunate!" she cackled.
"Where was I?"

"Mrrgphhhh" I exhaled in defeat at her taunts.

By this point, I was fast approaching sub space. Were my eyes not already blindfolded, I'd have been shutting them anyway. I wiggled my jaw as descreetly as possible, moving the sock upwards and treating myself to a closer sniff of her sock. Each time I did so, I made sure to move my head too so as to not let her see what I was doing.
Turns out, she wasn't even paying attention to what my mouth was doing. As evident by the clamp that suddenly closed down on my right nipple.

""HRRMGPHH!" I squirmed, trying to lift my body up off the headboard but was quickly shoved back against it causing the clamp to jingle.

"Thank god I remembered the sock huh?" she giggled.
"Right, hold still! My hands are a bit lubey and we don't want the clamp to slam shut do we?"

"Mrgphh hrmgphh" I shook my head as she prepared the next clamp. I took a deep breath (inhaling some more sock stench) and braced.

"HRRMGPHHH" I yelped again as the second clamp closed down.

"There we go!" she shuffled back on the bed to admire her work.
"Nice and clamped."

"Hrrmgphhh" I meekly cried, nodding in agreement.

I sat and listened as she dived back into the toy bag. 'What could be next?' I wondered.

To be continued...
Thanks for reading, I hope the asides weren't too annoying. I like to add context and background where I can but I can stop if it gets in the way. Let me know your thoughts! Part 2 is coming soon.

Really enjoyed this, and the asides were not annoying at all -- sort of what happens when one friend tells another a story.

I also love nipple clamps. The most painful part for me is not the initial application of them, but when they get removed, and even worse when they get re-applied before they have fully recovered !

I'm curious how this all unfolds ! Eager for the next part.

Hey, so glad to see a story from you! And its amazing so far! Really enjoying it - and i also enjoy the asides… its nice to know some of the context.

Also happy to see you got a sock gag that was at least a little sweaty! Bummer about her peeling feet, but at least they’ll be that much softer when they’re in your face next!

Eagerly awaiting part 2!

Great story, loving the detail and looking forward to the next part!

Great story so far. Love how you were still gagged with one of her sweaty socks and having to smell it at the same time. That sounds wonderful!! Can’t wait for you to continue

Good story so far, a very simple but enjoyable scene.

I really love sock gags, specially with worn socks (I personally find pantie gags or pantiehood even better), the idea of being gagged with one brought from the laundry while being also forced to smell it is very exciting to me.

And I found amusing that I have the same exact kind of nipple clamps with small bells attached to it, although I never tested them on the tightest pressure tho, maybe I should give it a try in the session I will be doing next week.

What a start!

Great story and can't wait to read the next parts

@tiedinbluetights thank you! Glad you enjoyed the asides.
I hadn't really thought about that actually but you're right. The worst part is definitely when they're removed. I can't imagine how incredibly painful it would be to have them reapplied shortly after being removed.

@guardian741 Thank you for the feedback! Yeah the sock gag was great, even better how it was positioned over my nostrils! This was a couple of weeks ago so her feet are lovely and smooth now. I've inspected them closely Definitely worth the wait!

@Hywok thank you! I hope you enjoy part 2!

@beeblebrox883 Thank you, yeah it was a wonderful predicament. I was really loving hating it haha!

@PepperFugita Cheers! I'm glad you're enjoying it so far.
I'm more of a socks guy but I'd love to try a panty hood! Maybe with a pair of tights pulled over my head to really pack everything in. Fresh out of the washing basket is always a treat.

I'd be interested to know how you got on with the clamps. DM me if you fancy! I really like them, I love the bells. Really adds to the humiliation of them.

@Flyingvulture Thank you! Part 2 is out now!

Part 2

"Hold out your hands" she ordered.

I lifted both arms and tried to turn my palms to face the ceiling however, the tight ropes around my wrist made it so that I was only able to slightly part my hands into a cup shape. She placed something on them. A small bottle.

She stood up off the bed. I could faintly hear the sounds of her undressing, dropping her nightie to the floor.

"I want a massage" she ordered as she continued to undress. 'Of course!' I thought as it dawned on me that the small bottle was the massage oil, another toy from the calendar. My girlfriend absolutely loves getting massaged. For whatever reason, I'd assumed when she said she wanted to tie me up, it would be for sexual purposes only. I'd never really considered that whilst I was tied up, she'd take advantage of my situation and force me to massage her. I loved the idea. Here I was, at her mercy, and there she was, forcing me to do whatever she wanted.

"Mrgfphh krmmpghh" I nodded.

Once she had finished undressing, she reached over and slid the blindfold off of my eyes, leaving it on my forehead. Despite the room being lit only by a mood lamp, the sudden change in lighting was enough to make my eyes wince momentarily.
When I was able to eventually open my eyes, I turned to the side to admire my girlfriend. She stood at the side of the bed naked, her beautiful curvy figure posed with a slightly dipped hip in a sassy tone. Her hands rested atop her hips as she smirked at me.
My lower peripheral vision was occupied by the black fluffy sock which still sat loosely over my nose. I thought I was already as hard as I could have been before then, but seeing her standing there, in full control, whilst I sat with my wrists firmly secured, nipples clamped, mouth sock stuffed and nostrils fully enveloped proved me wrong. Any remaining milimeters my penis had to grow were grown in that moment.

"Well! Move!" she commanded as she grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards her, up off the bed and onto my feet. The clamps jingled as they bounced up and down with my movement.
For the breif moment that we were both standing, I noticed as her eyes scanned me up and down, a proud grin on her face as she admired the captive that she had successfully secured herself.
She grabbed a pillow and placed it on the bed before lying on her stomache with her head turned sideways as it rested on her forearms. Her eyes were already closed, the smirk remaining.
I knelt on the bed at her side and popped open the bottle. It was awkward to manipulate with both my hands tied so close to eachother but I just about managed to invert it and pour a couple of drops onto my fingertips before placing the bottle on the bedside table.

It was extremely difficult to swivel my wrists so that both palms were facing the same direction. I never quite managed to fully swivel my hands, but was able to turn them enough that I could begin the massage. I placed my hands onto her lower back and began slowly pressing them upwards towards the base of her neck. She let out a gentle hum to show her pleasure. One of the things I love about giving her massages is the noises of feedback I get. She'll often give small hums to show how relaxed she is or sometimes will softly exhale and say things like "this is so good" etc.
I ran my hands up the back of her spine a couple of more times, rolling my fingers against her skin and pressing my palms in when reaching her shoulders. It was pretty much impossible to massage both shoulders at the same time thanks to the rope wound tightly around my wrists. Instead, I would work on one shoulder with both hands then swap to the other. She groaned with pleasure so I figured it was working.

The entire time, my nipples remained harshly punished by the fully tightened clamps that bit down on them. Every so often I would shuffle on the bed to change positions, and the clamps would let out a couple of jingles as I moved. I looked down at them in frustration.
'I wonder if I could reach them?' I thought to myself as I continued to work my girlfriend's back with my hands.
To be honest, I would say I'm not a fan of having my hands tied in front of me because it's nowhere near as restrictive as having your hands tied behind your back. I've always thought with my hands tied in front of me, I could remove anything like a gag or clamps. I wasn't exactly hating the gag so I was happy to keep that in. But the more I shuffled on the bed, the more the clamps tortured me.
'Maybe I could remove them, then clamp them somewhere on the gag so they still jingle every now and then? And she'd not know!' I wondered some more.
Well actually, it turns out if your wrists are tied quite tight, and are tied palm to palm rather than crossed over, it's pretty damn difficult to turn your hands inwards in a way that you can reach your nipples. I took my hands away from her back for a second and tried to touch them. No luck! The best I could do was roll my arms in against my body so that my tied hands sat below my chin, unable to reach my nipples.

"Hrmgphhh" I cried into the gag at the realisation that actually, maybe having my hands tied in front wasn't as easy as I thought? My nipples were remaining clamped for as long as my girlfriend deemed necessary.

"Hmmm!" my girlfriend huffed, bucking her but up slightly as if to say "keep going". Thankfully, she never noticed my, albeit failed, attempt at escape.
'Perhaps it was best I wasn't able to reach the clamps!' I reasoned with myself as I resumed her massage.
'She'd probably have just punished me for removing them when she realised. And also, my hands are quite slippy with this massage oil. I'd hate to have let the clamp slip and slam shut back on my nipples!'

I continued my best efforts to satisfy my captor girlfriend. She continued to acknowledge the good work I was doing with her relaxed sighs and small words of enjoyment.
It must have been 10 minutes or so. Which isn't too long, but my arms were starting to ache. Although, I knew any complaints would have fallen on deaf ears.

Suddenly, I felt a kick on the back.

"Don't forget these!" she mumbled, still dazed sounding from her relaxed state.

I turned my head to see her feet raised up and swaying as they bumped gently against my back.

"Mrgphh hrrmpghh" I acknowledged as I began to swivel around on the bed. I moved so that I was straddling her with a leg on either side.
She lowered one foot back onto the bed and kept one in the air, ready for me to begin.
I reached out and grasped it in my hands. It was significantly easier to hold her foot than it was to try massage her back. I examined the curve of her foot. As much as she said they were shedding from the foot mask, it was only really the heel and the ball that had some slight flakes on it.
I placed my thumbs at the ball of her foot and pressed as I ran it up the middle to the base of her toes. Her toes crunched inwards at the sensation of my massage. Another 'hmmm' was let out. I've watched a couple of videos on how to give a good foot massage and she has confirmed that the skills I learned are very good, so I knew I'd satisfy her here.
I clasped her heel and gently squeezed it. Then I worked my fingers through each toe and gently squeezed them. Almost every action was met with a gentle toe curl. A good sign.

During the foot massage, I happened to glance upwards. Opposite the bed in our room is a wardrobe with mirrored doors. As I looked up, I spotted my reflection in the mirror. I always find it a weird experience seeing myself tied up. I'm still not 100% whether I like seeing myself tied up or not. My initial thoughts on seeing my reflection were "You look ridiculous. There's no way she finds you attractive right now." It was a pretty sobering thought to have whilst I was in the middle of having a great time and being really turned on. I just had to pause for a moment and reassure myself. Telling myself things like 'well she was the one who wanted to tie you up!' and 'she chose to gag you with her socks' etc and remind myself that this was all of my girlfriend's own choice albeit probably based on previous experiences we've had and ultimately from me telling her the things I enjoyed. Also, we've always been very open and honest and in the past there has been things that we've told eachother that we aren't really into. So if she didn't find any of this attractive, she would have told me.

I worked to get myself back into my subspace. Instead of seeing my ridiculousness as a negative, I turned it into a positive. I gazed at my sock gagged face. My cheeks puffing out, cut into by the scarf that wrapped behind my head. I wiggled my jaw to watch as the sock bounced up and down over my nostrils, inhaling the dry foot stench from them whilst my hands continued to massage the feet responsible for such an experience. I looked down at the dark red clamps that remained firmly on my nipples. I even gave my body a little shimmy, wiggling the clamps. The jingling was coupled with a somewhat regretful "Hrmgphhh" in pain from me.
As I let go of her foot and reached for the other one and began working my magic over it, I let out a half laugh behind the sock gag. In the mirror I was looking at a sock gagged, nipple clamped slave who was being forced to do whatever his captive wanted for as long as she wanted.

'Anyway! Enough admiring myself' I thought.
'better concentrate on giving her the best foot massage I can until I'm told to stop.'

To be continued...
Thanks for the feeback on the previous chapter! It's really appreciated and please do keep it coming!

Great continuation. I really enjoyed reading it!