Tugsbd : Secured with Socks (m or f/f)
Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2018 2:17 am
From original site. Enjoy!
Part 1:
[Author's note: I started writing this several days ago, after reading ChloeAspenwood's story request more than a year ago. During the days since I made this first post, at least one reader has thought it would be easier to read if the story's captive had a name. And so, after careful consideration, I've given her a name: "Chloe"]
Chloe had been looking forward to this for a long, long time, and now she was finally getting to live out a long-time fantasy.
After pulling her long blond hair into a ponytail, she finished getting dressed. She was wearing a white sleeveless running shirt that barely reached the waistband of her blue running shorts (very short, cut high on the sides). About 5'5" tall, medium build (on the slender side of medium), Chloe's face and figure were quite attractive, especially her expressive blue eyes.
Her TUGs buddy "captor" would be here any minute now. Quickly pulling on a pair of long, blue woolen blend thigh high socks (accented near the top with a red band), Chloe savored the moment as she smoothed her favorite fabric over her shapely, toned legs.
[ Author's note: for an example (and there are several more), go to <URL url="http://www.sockdreams.com/products/sock ... /sock</URL> ... high-highs ]
Chloe took one last look at her now even more eye-catching image in the mirror. Butterflies fluttered in her belly as she contemplated her upcoming tie-up game -- more so when she heard the knock at the door. She let her captor in.
A trusted friend who was also into tie-up games, Chloe's captor was familiar with the young woman's dual loves of bondage and wool, particularly being bound and gagged with (and while wearing) woolen socks. Woolen socks here better than rope in many ways: less digging into her skin; stretchy but not excessively so; difficult for a captive to untie; hugging her skin snugly wherever she was bound (and wherever she wore) this marvelous material. And what a way to make a mouth-filling, mouth-covering gag! Unlike cotton fabric, which absorbs water, a woolen sock gag feels more dry and maintains its fullness better. And when combined with a makeshift woolen ball-gag, a woolen over-the-mouth gag is usually impossible to slip off the mouth.
After a recent tie-up game with ropes, scarves, and a woolen gag, Chloe had wondered out loud to her captor what it would feel like to be bound and gagged solely with socks, woolen socks. Thinking her captor wasn't all that interested in entertaining this fantasy, Chloe challenged her captor, betting that she could escape woolen sock bondage within 30 minutes, no matter how hard her captor tried to make it inescapable. Chloe added that she'd be willing to let her captor tickle-torture her if she couldn't escape within that time limit. Butterflies fluttered in Chloe's belly when her captor friend smiled and said "You're on! This coming Saturday, 9am, your place"
And now was their chance!
Part 2:
Continuing ...
"Scarves and socks?", her friendly captor asked, "or just socks?"
"Hmmm." The initial challenge had involved socks only. Chloe looked at her captor, glanced away, then decided.
"Just socks at first. If I don't escape in half an hour, please feel free to add as many scarves as you want (at least I won't be getting tickled while the scarves are being added :quirk: )
The sock bondage began.
First, Chloe was given a tightly rolled wool sock to hold in each fist. This made her naturally small fists larger (if she were a he, this step would not be necessary, at least for most guys).
Then, while still clutching each sock, each hand was inserted into a long blue woolen sock (several sizes too small), so that each arm was encased in a stretchy wool blend fabric from her balled up hands to above her elbows, just above her biceps. These socks matched her thigh-high socks, except for not having a red accent band near the top. Chloe carefully tried to open her hands, but found it difficult. She liked the way this was shaping up, both in look and feel. Chloe had nice-looking arms, even if her legs attracted more attention. Wearing the long, snug socks enhanced the beauty of her arms, just like it made her pretty legs even more attractive.
Her captor then inserted each of Chloe's covered hands separately into another pair of somewhat shorter wool blend socks, red in color. These were also quite snug. Now it was impossible for Chloe to open her hands from around the rolled up socks she was clutching.
Around Chloe's right wrist, her captor tightly wrapped another wool sock, making several complete wraps before tying a tight square knot on the inner side of her wrist. Chloe's captor repeated the process for her left wrist.
Then the captor pulled the red outer sock down each arm, past the forearms, wrist socks and balled up fists, until the socks were almost inside out, but still secured by the wrist bondage, with the open ends of the socks dangling freely below her still bound fists. This effectively put three layers of woolen sock material between her fingers and the outside world: the first sock (the blue one, which still extend up over her biceps), the second sock (the red one, also tightly hugging her clenched fist over the blue sock), and the inside out portion of the second (red, inside out) again.
Chloe's tummy began to tingle as she realized what her captor had done to her. With her hands balled up into fists and covered the way they were, Chloe's fingers were useless. There would be no way for her to untie any knots or use her knife or safety scissors! (Unfair!) And as Chloe's captor tugged firmly on the free open end of each red outer sock, the young captive realized there was no way those socks were going to come off unless the wrist wraps were loosened (but they were impossible to get to, covered as they were! Yikes!).
Chloe's arms were then folded behind her back, elbows bent, so that her right fist was near her left elbow, and her left fist was near her right elbow. The free ends of the socks dangling from her fists were then brought around in front of her body and tied very tightly in front of her, pressing firmly, snugly into her midsection, making it a little difficult to take a full deep breath. It was as if she were wearing a straitjacket, but with her arms folded behind her. She could barely move her bound arms, not even able to pull them so her wrists touched behind her back. Now she was feeling really helpless !
And her captor had just begun ... (to be continued) ...
Part 3:
(continued)
Chloe's arms, encased in blue wool socks up to her biceps, were securely bound, folded behind her, and held there by the red wool socks secured to her wrists over her fists, each red sock pulling a fist to the opposite side of her body, and tied together in front of her, above her belly button. From the front, her captor could see part of Chloe's sock-bound fists, and appreciated how Chloe's wrists were bent back so that the knuckles of her hands pressed against the sides of her waist.
Chloe and her captor both understood how that helpless feeling sometimes prompts a "just-now-starting-feel-helplessly-bound" captive to try to suddenly back out, call it quits, talk one's way out of continuing, etc.
But most captors and captives know this is less likely to happen when gagged. Not just because a gag makes it difficult or impossible to talk, but also because for many captives, being gagged gives a feeling of helplessness of a different sort. More than feeling helplessly bound and gagged, the captive now feels like she "can't" protest or talk her way out of what's happening to her. Things she might not allow when not bound and gagged are "permitted" when she feels she can't protest or do anything else to stop her captor.
All this just to say it was now time to gag Chloe. First, a wool sock was tightly rolled up and inserted halfway down its mate, which was then tied tightly with an overhand knot or two, making something that looked like a potato-shaped ball gag. Then, with our pretty captive helping by keeping her mouth open wide, the captor stuffed the woolen sock into Chloe's mouth bit by bit (it was too big to just pop in). The balled up sock pushed her tongue down and forced her jaws apart. And the taste and smell were exciting! Even before the ends of the sock were tied behind her neck (which they were), Chloe realized she couldn't push the sock ball gag out of her mouth with her tongue. She'd have to use her hands (if only she could!).
Chloe tried to say something, but all that came out was "ah hann aah" (translation: "I can't talk"). Next, the middle of a long woolen sock was placed over her open, ball-gagged mouth and carefully wrapped tightly around the back of her neck, twice, and knotted behind her neck. Now when she tried to talk, it sounded like "mm mm mmm!" (translation: "I can't talk!").
Whether she tipped her head up, down, or any direction, the stretchy over-the-mouth part of the sock gag stayed snugly over her mouth.
Her tummy tingling throughout the gagging process, Chloe was ready and willing for her captor to continue.
[ and I will continue, I promise! ]
Part 4:
Chloe's captor also felt tingly inside, just listening to her captive's gag talk. Things were shaping up nicely. Long, blue thigh-high woolen leggings covering even longer legs; a few inches of smooth, fair skin below the hem of her blue running shorts, with another inch or so above the waistband; white sleeveless running top accented in the front by the tightly knotted red woolen socks tied around her middle, extending back to cover her balled up fists (fingers forced tightly around the balled up socks in each hand), the outlines of which could be seen from the front -- right fist just below left elbow, and left fist just below right elbow, the captive's arms folded behind her back and encased in long, tight, blue woolen socks to match her leggings.
Only Chloe and her captor could know that the red socks covering her helpless hands were held in place by several tight wraps of white woolen socks. Even if her hands weren't in fists, she doubted her ability to wriggle free of her sock bondage. She tried to move her arms away from her sides, and felt the red socks tighten around her middle, but she was only able to move an inch or two. Her hands were securely tied behind her back!
And she couldn't talk her way out of this, now that she was gagged: a red wool sock rolled up and stuffed halfway down it's mate, which in turn was tied into a knot so as to make a red woolen ball gag, which was stuffed with no small effort into the Chloe's willing mouth, which was then covered by two wraps of a long woolen sock and knotted behind her neck, above the woolen ball gag knot.
Now it was time to make sure Chloe couldn't "walk" her way out of this. There was a lot more tying up to be done, even if only for the sheer fun of it, but until those feet were tied, the captor knew her captive wouldn't feel truly helpless. Our pretty captive Chloe also knew this and was eagerly anticipating this next step in her tie-up game.
Leading Chloe to her bedroom, the captor made her sit on the edge of her bed. A long, white, woolen blend sock was wrapped several times around her ankles, then cinched between her ankles and tightly knotted. A nice shiver course through Chloe's bound body when she felt her ankle bondage tighten. She was now truly helpless, bound hand and foot, and gagged. Being unable to get her hands loose, she was unable to untie her feet or remove her gag. Her eyes twinkling above her gag, she clearly was loving this! But she blushed briefly when she remembered what would happen if she couldn't get loose. <E>:)</E>
Her captor began adding more bondage. Long white woolen stockings were tight around her legs, above and below her knees, cinched, and knotted. This limited her freedom of movement even more. The leg bonds accentuated the feminine attractiveness of Chloe's legs, her toned thighs tapering to her narrow, feminine knees, and her shapely calves narrowing to her slender ankles. Her sock-clad feet fidgeted nervously, the sole of one foot rubbing the top of the other, her toes wriggling. Beautiful !!
A pair of long red woolen socks was then tied around her upper arms and chest, above and below her breasts. White woolen socks were used to cinch these between her breasts, and between her arms and sides.
Chloe was thoroughly enjoying all of this added bondage, feeling more and more helpless. There was no way for her to move her arms away from her body or to pull her bound hands free. She tried straightening her elbows to move her hands farther down, thinking she might possibly slip that part of her bondage down. But her hopes were dashed when her captor threaded a long blue sock under the cinch sock between her breasts, brought the two ends up and over her shoulders and down her back to her forearms, passing one end under her forearms and then tying the ends in a secure knot after taking up all of the slack. Now the pretty captive couldn't move her forearms down at all, thanks to the addition of this shoulder harness. She was feeling more and more helpless!
The captor then used a pair of white wool socks to tie Chloe's forearms together, one sock on each side of blue sock holding her forearms up. The bondage around her upper arms and chest was incorporated into these wraps, which helped assure those would stay in place.
But one could imagine it would be possible for Chloe to carefully hop around her place, maybe find some sharp fixed object to help her escape, or perhaps attract someone's attention and be rescued. This idea evaporated when her captor joined two long blue socks together, wrapped them tightly around the narrowest part of Chloe's waist twice, and a secure knot (both knots were at her back). She then rolled Chloe onto her tummy, bent her legs so her heels were almost touching her bottom, and then used another blue sock to tether Chloe's bound ankles to one of the wrappings of her waist bondage.
Chloe was now truly helpless in what amounted to a hogtie. Arms securely tied behind her back, legs tied together and folded (if she tried to straighten her legs, the sock around her already narrowed waist constricted it even more !), mouth-filling sock gag and tight over-the-mouth gag. She strained and mmppff'd.
More tingly sensations inside! Chloe's eyes smiled above her gag.
And then another blush and more little panicky feelings when she heard her captor say: "You now have 30 minutes. Good luck!"
[ to be continued ... ]
Part 1:
[Author's note: I started writing this several days ago, after reading ChloeAspenwood's story request more than a year ago. During the days since I made this first post, at least one reader has thought it would be easier to read if the story's captive had a name. And so, after careful consideration, I've given her a name: "Chloe"]
Chloe had been looking forward to this for a long, long time, and now she was finally getting to live out a long-time fantasy.
After pulling her long blond hair into a ponytail, she finished getting dressed. She was wearing a white sleeveless running shirt that barely reached the waistband of her blue running shorts (very short, cut high on the sides). About 5'5" tall, medium build (on the slender side of medium), Chloe's face and figure were quite attractive, especially her expressive blue eyes.
Her TUGs buddy "captor" would be here any minute now. Quickly pulling on a pair of long, blue woolen blend thigh high socks (accented near the top with a red band), Chloe savored the moment as she smoothed her favorite fabric over her shapely, toned legs.
[ Author's note: for an example (and there are several more), go to <URL url="http://www.sockdreams.com/products/sock ... /sock</URL> ... high-highs ]
Chloe took one last look at her now even more eye-catching image in the mirror. Butterflies fluttered in her belly as she contemplated her upcoming tie-up game -- more so when she heard the knock at the door. She let her captor in.
A trusted friend who was also into tie-up games, Chloe's captor was familiar with the young woman's dual loves of bondage and wool, particularly being bound and gagged with (and while wearing) woolen socks. Woolen socks here better than rope in many ways: less digging into her skin; stretchy but not excessively so; difficult for a captive to untie; hugging her skin snugly wherever she was bound (and wherever she wore) this marvelous material. And what a way to make a mouth-filling, mouth-covering gag! Unlike cotton fabric, which absorbs water, a woolen sock gag feels more dry and maintains its fullness better. And when combined with a makeshift woolen ball-gag, a woolen over-the-mouth gag is usually impossible to slip off the mouth.
After a recent tie-up game with ropes, scarves, and a woolen gag, Chloe had wondered out loud to her captor what it would feel like to be bound and gagged solely with socks, woolen socks. Thinking her captor wasn't all that interested in entertaining this fantasy, Chloe challenged her captor, betting that she could escape woolen sock bondage within 30 minutes, no matter how hard her captor tried to make it inescapable. Chloe added that she'd be willing to let her captor tickle-torture her if she couldn't escape within that time limit. Butterflies fluttered in Chloe's belly when her captor friend smiled and said "You're on! This coming Saturday, 9am, your place"
And now was their chance!
Part 2:
Continuing ...
"Scarves and socks?", her friendly captor asked, "or just socks?"
"Hmmm." The initial challenge had involved socks only. Chloe looked at her captor, glanced away, then decided.
"Just socks at first. If I don't escape in half an hour, please feel free to add as many scarves as you want (at least I won't be getting tickled while the scarves are being added :quirk: )
The sock bondage began.
First, Chloe was given a tightly rolled wool sock to hold in each fist. This made her naturally small fists larger (if she were a he, this step would not be necessary, at least for most guys).
Then, while still clutching each sock, each hand was inserted into a long blue woolen sock (several sizes too small), so that each arm was encased in a stretchy wool blend fabric from her balled up hands to above her elbows, just above her biceps. These socks matched her thigh-high socks, except for not having a red accent band near the top. Chloe carefully tried to open her hands, but found it difficult. She liked the way this was shaping up, both in look and feel. Chloe had nice-looking arms, even if her legs attracted more attention. Wearing the long, snug socks enhanced the beauty of her arms, just like it made her pretty legs even more attractive.
Her captor then inserted each of Chloe's covered hands separately into another pair of somewhat shorter wool blend socks, red in color. These were also quite snug. Now it was impossible for Chloe to open her hands from around the rolled up socks she was clutching.
Around Chloe's right wrist, her captor tightly wrapped another wool sock, making several complete wraps before tying a tight square knot on the inner side of her wrist. Chloe's captor repeated the process for her left wrist.
Then the captor pulled the red outer sock down each arm, past the forearms, wrist socks and balled up fists, until the socks were almost inside out, but still secured by the wrist bondage, with the open ends of the socks dangling freely below her still bound fists. This effectively put three layers of woolen sock material between her fingers and the outside world: the first sock (the blue one, which still extend up over her biceps), the second sock (the red one, also tightly hugging her clenched fist over the blue sock), and the inside out portion of the second (red, inside out) again.
Chloe's tummy began to tingle as she realized what her captor had done to her. With her hands balled up into fists and covered the way they were, Chloe's fingers were useless. There would be no way for her to untie any knots or use her knife or safety scissors! (Unfair!) And as Chloe's captor tugged firmly on the free open end of each red outer sock, the young captive realized there was no way those socks were going to come off unless the wrist wraps were loosened (but they were impossible to get to, covered as they were! Yikes!).
Chloe's arms were then folded behind her back, elbows bent, so that her right fist was near her left elbow, and her left fist was near her right elbow. The free ends of the socks dangling from her fists were then brought around in front of her body and tied very tightly in front of her, pressing firmly, snugly into her midsection, making it a little difficult to take a full deep breath. It was as if she were wearing a straitjacket, but with her arms folded behind her. She could barely move her bound arms, not even able to pull them so her wrists touched behind her back. Now she was feeling really helpless !
And her captor had just begun ... (to be continued) ...
Part 3:
(continued)
Chloe's arms, encased in blue wool socks up to her biceps, were securely bound, folded behind her, and held there by the red wool socks secured to her wrists over her fists, each red sock pulling a fist to the opposite side of her body, and tied together in front of her, above her belly button. From the front, her captor could see part of Chloe's sock-bound fists, and appreciated how Chloe's wrists were bent back so that the knuckles of her hands pressed against the sides of her waist.
Chloe and her captor both understood how that helpless feeling sometimes prompts a "just-now-starting-feel-helplessly-bound" captive to try to suddenly back out, call it quits, talk one's way out of continuing, etc.
But most captors and captives know this is less likely to happen when gagged. Not just because a gag makes it difficult or impossible to talk, but also because for many captives, being gagged gives a feeling of helplessness of a different sort. More than feeling helplessly bound and gagged, the captive now feels like she "can't" protest or talk her way out of what's happening to her. Things she might not allow when not bound and gagged are "permitted" when she feels she can't protest or do anything else to stop her captor.
All this just to say it was now time to gag Chloe. First, a wool sock was tightly rolled up and inserted halfway down its mate, which was then tied tightly with an overhand knot or two, making something that looked like a potato-shaped ball gag. Then, with our pretty captive helping by keeping her mouth open wide, the captor stuffed the woolen sock into Chloe's mouth bit by bit (it was too big to just pop in). The balled up sock pushed her tongue down and forced her jaws apart. And the taste and smell were exciting! Even before the ends of the sock were tied behind her neck (which they were), Chloe realized she couldn't push the sock ball gag out of her mouth with her tongue. She'd have to use her hands (if only she could!).
Chloe tried to say something, but all that came out was "ah hann aah" (translation: "I can't talk"). Next, the middle of a long woolen sock was placed over her open, ball-gagged mouth and carefully wrapped tightly around the back of her neck, twice, and knotted behind her neck. Now when she tried to talk, it sounded like "mm mm mmm!" (translation: "I can't talk!").
Whether she tipped her head up, down, or any direction, the stretchy over-the-mouth part of the sock gag stayed snugly over her mouth.
Her tummy tingling throughout the gagging process, Chloe was ready and willing for her captor to continue.
[ and I will continue, I promise! ]
Part 4:
Chloe's captor also felt tingly inside, just listening to her captive's gag talk. Things were shaping up nicely. Long, blue thigh-high woolen leggings covering even longer legs; a few inches of smooth, fair skin below the hem of her blue running shorts, with another inch or so above the waistband; white sleeveless running top accented in the front by the tightly knotted red woolen socks tied around her middle, extending back to cover her balled up fists (fingers forced tightly around the balled up socks in each hand), the outlines of which could be seen from the front -- right fist just below left elbow, and left fist just below right elbow, the captive's arms folded behind her back and encased in long, tight, blue woolen socks to match her leggings.
Only Chloe and her captor could know that the red socks covering her helpless hands were held in place by several tight wraps of white woolen socks. Even if her hands weren't in fists, she doubted her ability to wriggle free of her sock bondage. She tried to move her arms away from her sides, and felt the red socks tighten around her middle, but she was only able to move an inch or two. Her hands were securely tied behind her back!
And she couldn't talk her way out of this, now that she was gagged: a red wool sock rolled up and stuffed halfway down it's mate, which in turn was tied into a knot so as to make a red woolen ball gag, which was stuffed with no small effort into the Chloe's willing mouth, which was then covered by two wraps of a long woolen sock and knotted behind her neck, above the woolen ball gag knot.
Now it was time to make sure Chloe couldn't "walk" her way out of this. There was a lot more tying up to be done, even if only for the sheer fun of it, but until those feet were tied, the captor knew her captive wouldn't feel truly helpless. Our pretty captive Chloe also knew this and was eagerly anticipating this next step in her tie-up game.
Leading Chloe to her bedroom, the captor made her sit on the edge of her bed. A long, white, woolen blend sock was wrapped several times around her ankles, then cinched between her ankles and tightly knotted. A nice shiver course through Chloe's bound body when she felt her ankle bondage tighten. She was now truly helpless, bound hand and foot, and gagged. Being unable to get her hands loose, she was unable to untie her feet or remove her gag. Her eyes twinkling above her gag, she clearly was loving this! But she blushed briefly when she remembered what would happen if she couldn't get loose. <E>:)</E>
Her captor began adding more bondage. Long white woolen stockings were tight around her legs, above and below her knees, cinched, and knotted. This limited her freedom of movement even more. The leg bonds accentuated the feminine attractiveness of Chloe's legs, her toned thighs tapering to her narrow, feminine knees, and her shapely calves narrowing to her slender ankles. Her sock-clad feet fidgeted nervously, the sole of one foot rubbing the top of the other, her toes wriggling. Beautiful !!
A pair of long red woolen socks was then tied around her upper arms and chest, above and below her breasts. White woolen socks were used to cinch these between her breasts, and between her arms and sides.
Chloe was thoroughly enjoying all of this added bondage, feeling more and more helpless. There was no way for her to move her arms away from her body or to pull her bound hands free. She tried straightening her elbows to move her hands farther down, thinking she might possibly slip that part of her bondage down. But her hopes were dashed when her captor threaded a long blue sock under the cinch sock between her breasts, brought the two ends up and over her shoulders and down her back to her forearms, passing one end under her forearms and then tying the ends in a secure knot after taking up all of the slack. Now the pretty captive couldn't move her forearms down at all, thanks to the addition of this shoulder harness. She was feeling more and more helpless!
The captor then used a pair of white wool socks to tie Chloe's forearms together, one sock on each side of blue sock holding her forearms up. The bondage around her upper arms and chest was incorporated into these wraps, which helped assure those would stay in place.
But one could imagine it would be possible for Chloe to carefully hop around her place, maybe find some sharp fixed object to help her escape, or perhaps attract someone's attention and be rescued. This idea evaporated when her captor joined two long blue socks together, wrapped them tightly around the narrowest part of Chloe's waist twice, and a secure knot (both knots were at her back). She then rolled Chloe onto her tummy, bent her legs so her heels were almost touching her bottom, and then used another blue sock to tether Chloe's bound ankles to one of the wrappings of her waist bondage.
Chloe was now truly helpless in what amounted to a hogtie. Arms securely tied behind her back, legs tied together and folded (if she tried to straighten her legs, the sock around her already narrowed waist constricted it even more !), mouth-filling sock gag and tight over-the-mouth gag. She strained and mmppff'd.
More tingly sensations inside! Chloe's eyes smiled above her gag.
And then another blush and more little panicky feelings when she heard her captor say: "You now have 30 minutes. Good luck!"
[ to be continued ... ]