Stories of Tie Up Games

This reminds me of the time I zip tied my co worker although not as cool as this

Babysitter(and sister?) challenge 4 (Note: I don’t really remember this part too well so I’m writing down the most I can remember) I had to make my sister give the mother of all promises that she wouldn’t tell our parents that I had tied her up, but after she crossed her heart and hoped to die and a...

I appreciate you taking the time to read! Don’t worry about the “shoulda, woulda, coulda’s.” I feel like that every time I read some of these stories. Like “man why didn’t I think of that?”

Babysitter challenge part 3 Of course when I said “a while” I thought we’d be there for an hour or so, but it only took her five minutes to wriggle free. Pulling herself free, she spun the shoelaces in her hands with a flourish, crossing her legs with a cocky, “free.” Playfully enraged, and with my ...

Babysitter challenge Part 2 This is probably one of my fondest memories with my babysitter Brittney. This may be because I was using shoe laces now, as opposed to rope or other random items, and that she was wearing a nice blue sweater, tight jeans, and vans. Or the fact that it snowed for the first...

Babysitter challenge Part 1 This also involves my babysitter Brittany and the second time I tied her up. If you remember from last time, I had tied her hand and ankles with scotch tape and even managed a gag, but had to cut the game short because my sister was hurt. This time wasn’t very planned out...

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Sweet!

Love the silent Simon series. Can’t wait to see more.

Nice! Big fan of the old sight and yours. I remembered this one being a favorite. Hope to see more.

As a response to some of the questions people have had, no I wasn’t able to tie up my aunt again. I tried, but it never happened. But I do have other stories. Brittney (name changed) was my favorite babysitter when I was a kid. I was, give or take around 13. She babysat for me and my sister at least...

I have a lot of stories of tie up games, but I’m not sure what was first, second, last, etc. So I’m going to go with one of my more memorable stories to start off with. This happened back when I was about 12 or 13, and involves my Aunt, whom, for the sake of this story, we’ll call Aunt Tabby. One ni...