Stories of Tie Up Games

Adding a poll.

Again.

I'm curious, now Deborah has emerged and the shared past laid bare. So, please vote, and I welcome any comments.

The next chapters, the next few steps down the road are already set. Regardless of the result.

But after that....

Or not, as you mentioned not being sure which way any of this will go. And I'm still not, which is half the fun of this twisting tale. There's freedom in having an open mind. On which subject see my post directly below this one. Indeed. I would argue he dropped the ball quite a bit there in terms o...

022. "I...." Surrender? And the word, unspoken but thought. Meant? The word brings a flood, how much memory and how much fantasy I could not say. But I see. Myself collared, and happy to be so. Nights, days sometimes. Untold hours in a cage, and happy to be so. Locked up, locked away and k...

Enjoy the cliffhanger ;) I'll try not to keep you waiting too long :) Mean! :P :lol: "Let me bind you." Running her finger across my lips, which I flick my tongue out to lick. "B. Please." Something to look forward too! Yes. I've a new love/appreciation for Deborah having done s...

Did a fair amount of background reading for that chapter, copious note taking because despite Deborah skipping details I wrote almost everything down.

Surprised by the sheer amount of shared history.

Enjoy the cliffhanger I'll try not to keep you waiting too long

021. Earlier, unable to sit or stand still I'd prepared a quiche: bacon and onion, full of cheese and an egg mix, surrounded by crust which if I get the cooking right shouldn't fuse into a solid brick. Whilst Deborah fetches a bag from her low slung Lotus, using my shower to freshen up and change I ...

"Why can't I be both?" There is a tirade in there somewhere that involves an in-depth discussion of social norms and intersects with various political elements, but it is a question that does not actually require an answer (because it is obvious and Brooke is painfully aware of why). Palp...

It's the exchanges I'm enjoying, alongside the bondage of course. But there's so much going on and it's all mixed not repetitive.

Great stuff.

The little asides, the two veterans sharing a moment of knowing. Stuff like that really helps a story along.

Binding Deborah. Honestly couldn't say if I'm more nervous of Stan and my impending sacking tomorrow, or of Deborah today. Yes, she's coming here to be bound, for a shoot everything above board and we're all professionals here. But. But. Energy like bottled lighting, that's how it feels when we're c...

020. Sheer bone deep tiredness- walking hours and miles on end -overcomes the building worry, and I sleep. Rattling a short, full of all the things I dare not say, email off to Stan first thing. Receiving an equally short reply soon after. I've got four days, and on the fifth: death by firing squad....

Amusing how dream-Deborah tries to assert her superiority over Sonya by mistaking her name (or I suppose Brooke's subconscious is fighting it out about who she wants in charge of her :P) Something to slip in, a funny aside. But yes, easily could be a way to assert yourself or signs of Brookes inter...

Sonya (doesn't) Plays. Part (not) the second. Evening. (morning) Awake? Blinking, searching both within and without for signs of reality. Fading headache, all the other sensations clamouring to be noticed. I'm awake. And. "Ffffhhhgggggsssss." Gag muffled choice curse, because there are eve...

(Not an) Interlude. "You weren't supposed to let me." "Well." Shrugging, popping another hot wing into my mouth.We're sharing a plate. Tastless. Bizarrely? "How, given my predicament was I supposed to stop you?" "You...." Stopping like running out of steam. Fr...

I go away for a few days and all hell breaks loose!! :D :lol: Sorry. But not obviously. It's good to find a comment from you though, to see you're still following and enjoying. Thank you. a slight disappointment that they’re not going to end up together (yet?) but the knowledge that more adventures...

Quite the hot ride for Plymouth and she enjoys every second. Indeed :) that final chapter especially I did let the imagination flow into overdrive. Though it seems I missed the next set. You are really on a roll the last few days. More to read I suppose :) It won't last. Not forever anyway but, whi...

Caesar73 wrote: ↑1 week ago It plays on two levels: Upstairs the Lords and Ladies - Downstairs: The Staff. I liked the Concept

It is a really good concept

Like any story there's a need to keep the action moving/flowing on all fronts. A helpful chapter then, showing us the interrogations and torture continues with the usual excellent writing. Downstairs and upstairs, quite the difference. Purposefully done or not I like that, a clear definition between...

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Liked the church scene, the discovery of her being back. Well written.

Sonya plays. Part the first. Daytime. Naked. Our posh tent, much like the last and the next it has a small separate alcove with a toilet. It has a large locked chest for securely stowing our clothes and valuables. Because you can't lock a tent. It, the tent has working lights, a plug socket. And a d...

019. Riding the lift together, Mark left behind and I can still see it. Sonya's eyes, flaring. Not mad, just really, really. Fucking horny. For me. She's fidgeting, body pumped full of- wasted, because she'd been bound -adrenaline. In her mind she'd had me, all the foreplay- the ropes, binding and g...

Road Trip shoot two. Mark. Inverness. Sonya's being brave. She doesn't have much choice: planning this road trip and wanting it to be part fun sightseeing part working, but she didn't want to book just me or just her in for shoots. What would be the point when we're spending the time together? So, e...

Just a thought, read your post and had the idea. Why not share right? Is there an activity he could go away and do? Not far away obviously, something in the house. Thinking here watching a football (other sports are available :lol:) match or a favourite show. Most episodes are a half hour to an hour...

018. Inverness. Close to four hours on the road, longer for us because of stopping. To stretch, to admire the view once or twice. We're in no rush. No useless cardboard sign at this site, nothing to hang off the central rearview mirror my Hayabusa doesn't possess, but the rest is as before: Sonya ch...

Night three. Take two. Continued. I'm a good girl. Slut. Rope bitch or whatever. But not slave. Can't really be a slave when Sonya's asking if she can do a thing. And were she to demand I wouldn't mind. Obviously. But her asking isn't taking any of my submissive tingles away. Freed of the somewhat e...

And here I come, logging in to dump/post a couple of new chapters and expecting to do so right below my last effort. And yet here you are :D :lol: dropping a comment and spoiling- but not really obviously because a comment is ALWAYS welcome -my plan. Of course thank you for doing so. And an interest...