Stories of Tie Up Games

Chapter 16: the night from Monday to Tuesday I slept little that night. I was kept awake as much by the excitement of this strict bondage as the inextricable stakes surrounding my situation. What was Vincent playing at? Why was he pestering me at the risk of isolating himself from the whole team? W...

@gaggedfeety: Yes, there are many things at stake between Vincent, Martin and our friend. I'll have to sort this out. I'm soooo happy that you perceived all this, thank you so much for your post.

Chapter 15: Monday, dinner time The two hours spent tied up in the sleeping bag seemed to last forever. The bag was too hot for the room temperature. In addition, after training, Vincent did not allow me to shower or change. So I felt like I was simmering slowly. At the same time, I had to face the...

george_bound wrote: ↑3 years ago Oh well that was quite humiliating of Vincent to have the captive wear his dirty clothes And is a mutiny in the works, Vincent doesn't seem to be a happy camper!

Keep up the good work... looking forward to the next installment

Thank you! I'll do my best.

Chapter 79 - The Compromise "You're putting this on." he told me, grabbing his super thick winter hoodie. [...] It was cold outside and I hadn't brought much in the way of warm clothing.[...] He pretty much forced his big hoodie on me and warned me that I wasn't going outside without it. ...

Chapter 14: Monday Lunch Time And Afternoon Vincent escorted me to his room. That too was a change I hadn't anticipated: I would no longer sleep in Martin's bed, where I had grown used to his scent. In this room were two beds. Both were undone, which meant they were both used. I realized where I wa...

Awesome!

Chapter 13: Monday morning This time, unlike the day before, it was Martin who woke me up. When I opened my eyes I saw him leaning over me as he was still shaking my shoulder to get me out of my dreams, I was surprised to see him dressed in a suit and tie. - I have to go back to Paris for the week....

I have added some illustrations to help you get into my fantasies.
Of course I complied with [mention]bondagefreak[/mention] requirements about posting photos.

Fantastic story!
Thank you sooo much.

Chapter 12: Sunday Dinner Time This time, there was no way I was going to fall asleep. Hanging from the frame of this barn was an experience I didn't want to miss a beat. The minimal jerks that my tight bondage allowed me to give to the ladder caused brief series of oscillations, both of their dura...

Axeljohansson wrote: ↑3 years ago This story is awesome, I love it. Keep on the good work

Merci !

Chapter 11: Sunday afternoon, continued How long had I slept? No way to find out. When I awoke, the trunk lid was open, and Martin was leaning over my face. Around him were Vincent and the two guards, those who were around me yesterday in the car and who escorted me this morning during the two hour...

Great story! Thanks.

Chapter 10: Sunday Afternoon The meal barely finished, as everyone got up and got ready to go to the boathouse to finish their work, Martin motioned for me to follow him. The backpack that never left him allowed no doubt that I would be spending the afternoon tied up. The only questions being where...

Oh wow, there is something very hot about Martin's sweater being washed while worn by the protagonist! And the description of him being tied to the mast was wonderful! This story is progressing very well @Paris_bondage as I'm looking forward to more of his initiation into the fold. Thank you @Georg...

Chapter 9: Sunday morning, continued By the time I came back to my senses, my excitement subsided, I focused again on how I was feeling. Those links by which I was made one with the framework, as if I were part of it. The scarf whose wool tingled the surface of my eyelids, and especially the smell ...

Chapter 8: Sunday morning I woke up long before Martin. I had not slept much, but all in all quite well, and I felt refreshed. Unlike the morning before, I knew with no hesitation where I was and why I was tied up. As well as who was the great looking guy who was sleeping soundly next to me. I bles...

Chapter 7: Saturday night, bedtime As the last glasses of beer were emptying and the last log was burning in the fireplace, Martin gave the signal to go to bed: - Come on, everyone to bed. Be careful, I remind you that the box springs squeak. Remember whatever you do and who you do it with, even on...

Oui ! Tout pareil pour moi.

Où vis-tu ? Moi, à Paris, comme l'indique mon pseudo.

Je m'appelle Bruno.

Super récit.

Ton fétichisme est assez proche du mien, lequel porte sur les pulls en laine et sur leur utilisation dans le bondage.

Bises.

Chapter 6: Saturday, dinner time The sound of the key in the lock announced Martin's entry into the room. He proceeded to remove one by one the sweaters he had buried me under, and the time elapsed between each one made me understand that he was folding them and storing them in the closet as he wen...

Thank you for your encouragements, my friends.

Chapter 5: Saturday afternoon Most gay fetishists fantasize about underwear, socks, or sneakers. So, imagine yourself tied up with your head within reach of a mountain of what makes you fantasize. What would you do? You’d crawl the few inches to gorge yourself on the object of your desires. This is...

Chapter 4: Saturday Noon It took us a good two hours to reach our destination, somewhere in Normandy, along the Seine River. Which struck me as quite pleasant: a manor house in the center of a wooded park that went down to the river, along which was built a boat house and a pontoon. https://www.fli...