Stories of Tie Up Games

Part Eleven: After a fruitless 15 minutes of struggling, Ms. Hogan picked her head up off her desk, lifting her chin in disgust from the pool of saliva that had formed beneath her. She looked toward Bella to see how her friend was fairing. “Hmmmpfffffffffhmmmmhmm.” Coach Bella writhed in place, drip...

Part One: Fin pulled his new Mercedes into the roundabout driveway in front of his parents’ estate, passing the keys to Wilson, the family butler, as he stepped out and adjusted his eyes to the pre-dawn light that began to shimmer above his family’s massive property. “Good morning Mr. Finley,” Wilso...

Part Five: “Hmmmmmpfff.” Abby Stetson rolled her eyes and groaned sarcastically into her ball gag. Surrounded by three of her closest friends in the small hot tub off to the side of the raucous basement party, Abby pretended to be annoyed at her small posse. Inside, she felt a rush of gratitude for ...

Part Four: While Carmen Melendez imposed herself as a sexual force in one corner of the basement, Carly Feiffer stood in the distant opposite corner having a similar force imposed upon her. While Carly wasn’t a prude by any stretch, she clearly did not intend to spend the night intimidating anyone w...

Part Ten: “HMMMPHHH!!?? MMHHHMMM HMMFF HMM MMMPH HM!?” Ms. Hogan writhed on top of her desk, pulling and kicking feverishly at her hogtie, screaming in wet, garbled bursts of failed speech at her student. She furiously tried and failed to adjust her little black dress, which at this point had ridden...

Part Three: “Mmmmmmmph…” Carmen Melendez groaned lustfully into her ball gag, letting a steady stream of saliva cascade down into her exaggerated cleavage. Never one to be camera-shy, the TikTok and basketball star looked up from her knees, batting her eyelashes toward the outstretched phone hoverin...

Part Two: As various accounts of the night were passed around in the days to follow, and as the community and authorities conducted their investigation into the disappearance of Jane, Carmen, Carly, and Abby, a clearer, and potentially exaggerated picture began to emerge of what transpired around ea...

Part Twelve: “So what happens if I hit my word count today?” I grinned up at Emily from my Americano. Emily sipped her iced coffee, staring down into the cup and shrugging. “I don’t know. Whatever you want I guess.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her strong leg over her knee. She was wearing...

Part Nine: It was the first week that Ms. Hogan had felt normal at school in nearly a month. As much as it confused and sometimes unnerved her, she found a rhythm to this new part of her life, asking fewer questions of herself, feeling less angry and more resigned to her weekend obligations with Mar...

Thanks all for following along so far. I am brainstorming what happens after this chapter now, and love trying to make stories work around ideas that I didn’t come up with. Reply or PM me if you have any thoughts about how Marshall should continue toying with Ms. Hogan. Part Eight: The drive up onto...

Part Eleven: I woke up the next morning to the sensation of two soft things. The first was Emily, standing over me on the side of the bed, still fully tape bound from the night before, trying to moan softly through her taped lips at the level of a whisper, presumably not to wake the sleeping Greta b...

Part One: Even after the Arlington High football team’s last player disappeared back into the locker room, the student body buzzed aimlessly around the field. Swaths of teenagers shuffled around on top of the red and white confetti dusting the green Astroturf, excited for the overtime win against Ar...

I have one story along these lines that’s out — on chapter 7 with a few more chapters in mind.

Part Ten: “Hmmmmpf.” Greta stood up, naked and still gagged, and began calmly pulling the loosened rope from her legs with both of her newly free hands. “Mmmmph?” She said, bending over as she worked at the knots on her ankles, flipping her hair as she looked my way and repeated her question. I walk...

Part Seven: Walking the halls the following schools, among the clamoring and chaos of normal high school ecology, Ms. Hogan found herself unable to hear anything else but the click of her own heels reverberating off the walls, pulling her back into the previous weekend each time she stepped outside ...

Both are great ideas

Thank you all for the feedback — still very new to this type of storytelling and am all ears for any ideas of what Marshall and Ms. Hogan might get up to in the future.

Part Nine: Laughing into her gag, Greta folded her right arm across her chest, pulling it back with her left hand, pretending to stretch as one would before a swim meet or race. Her green underwear paled the body that slanted down under her chest in steep, sharp angles. I watched in silence as she p...

Part Six “Come on now, name your price.” Ms. Hogan rotated gently back and fourth in place, waiting for her student to make up his mind. “I need more time if we’re going to keep doing this.” She took another small hop toward Marshall, emphasizing the blue tape constricting her body. She smiled. “Sho...

Part Eight: “You seem relaxed,” I said as I zipped up Emily’s dress to her neck. “Still mad at losing?” “I think I got over it. I’m growing up.” She turned around to face me, smiling, pulling her hair out of her face and into a ponytail. As much as I loved seeing her bound and gagged below me, as mu...

Thanks everyone for the kind words

Part Five: “Mmmmmpf!” Ms. Hogan reeled as her head was pulled back and a strip red tape was pulled over her mouth. Marshall grabbed her right wrist and began pulling it behind her. Spinning around, she wrenched her wrist away from Marshall with a stern swing of her arm. She pulled the tape off of he...

Part Four: At around 8:45, Ms. Hogan pulled up to the school, steering har car into the faculty parking lot around a corner of the building, out of view of passers by on the main road. The lot was small, due to the small nature of the school, which only enrolled about 70 students per grade. Noting o...

Congrats on the milestone — very well deserved.

Part Three: Marshall watched on as his English teacher struggled to slip out of the tape pinning her wrists behind her back, though he honestly was a little underwhelmed by her effort, or lack thereof. Ms. Hogan twisted and turned slowly, almost cautiously in her seat, breathing steadily and without...