Stories of Tie Up Games

Our "evening" started with lunch at a local place which has a nice selection of beers and other beverages; I had a nice stout and she a flight of margaritas. We split a dozen raw oysters before getting their special "entree for two," half of which we took home. Around 6pm I strap...

I can get Grace out of the straitjacket in less than a minute, and into it in less than 90 seconds. On this particular evening she didn't need to utilized the facilities. She had her own cup with a lid and a straw, and she actually wandered around the party by herself, asking people for assistance a...

Any time I hear the term "escape room" all I can think of is everyone being physically secured in some fashion, either with handcuffs (behind the back of course) or (even better) in straitjackets. Everyone then has to work together to free each other. However, it's been agreed upon ahead o...

A great deal of long-term captive bondage seems to involve the worst aspects of solitary confinement combined with the added agony of being physically restrained. I've always assumed that a good captive would be rewarded with a Netflix connected tablet, albeit with the ability to communicate with th...

I used to do a presentation on "Dollar Store BDSM" and would bring in my $20 "Bag of Doom."

One of my favorite scenes of all-time involved nothing more than dollar-store duct tape and a package of rubber bands.

Who wouldn't?

I've been able to get ChatGPT to generate some interesting stories, although it takes some real work to get it to focus on what I want and not have it go on and on about nonsense.

I don't think it will be terribly good at creating scenarios, as it simply extrapolates on what you give it.

I've written elsewhere about how the scent of duct tape, specifically a particular type of duct tape, is something of an aphrodisiac. Likely because at age eleven (in Florida) I had a "girlfriend" with whom I engaged in duct tape-related bondage games, maybe three times. The particular aro...

I've interacted with two gals who indicated they'd been tied-up against their will. While I couldn't verify either story, I have no reason to doubt the veracity of either. The first indicated that she was the victim of a home invasion in her teens (around 1995). She, her (younger) brother, and mothe...

I have a real gagtalk fetish so, with varying degrees of thoroughness, I've gagged any number of gals and made vids of them attempting to talk. By far the most effective was stuffing a (clean) sock into the gal's mouth, covering that with seven layers of duct tape, then going around and around with ...

I honestly can't recall a time when I wasn't fascinated by images of gals in bondage. At age six I had a few Wonder Woman comics which had an astonishing amount of bondage in them, and they were much perused. And it was rather commonplace in media at the time. And of course, all of those detective m...

Like many people, I have a pic of my significant other as a backdrop on my phone. But like not so many people, my girl is strapped into a straitjacket. I took a new pic recently; she's barelegged, barefooted, sitting on the couch, snug in her straitjacket, giving me the ecstatically happy grin she o...

When we first started going out, she was very circumspect about any pics, almost comically so. These days she almost wants someone she knows to see them, as all of her friends and co-workers would simply roll their eyes (her job is very secure).

Like many people, I have a pic of my significant other as a backdrop on my phone. But like not so many people, my girl is strapped into a straitjacket. I took a new pic recently; she's barelegged, barefooted, sitting on the couch, snug in her straitjacket, giving me the ecstatically happy grin she o...

Epilogue: Turnabout's Fair Play A muffled yelp echoed through the room, the source of the sound being Isolde, tied up securely in the inescapable straitjacket. Sweat ran down her face in rivulets, dripping onto the jacket that constricted her movements. The white fabric was stained with patches of d...

Part Seven: The End of the Ordeal The frigid air outdoors caressed Lorelei's flushed face, offering brief respite from the straitjacket’s sweltering grasp. The intense cold, a stark contrast to her overheated body, was a bittersweet relief. However, the winter chill quickly turned vicious as it bit ...

slackywacky wrote: ↑9 months ago Darn, I missed chapter 4...

It's up there.

Part Six: The Threshold Crossed The doorknob lock was the final hurdle between Lorelei and her escape. The lock was minute, the ideal nemesis for her tired, sweaty feet. She held her legs aloft, her toes skidding off the tiny lock again and again. Her legs ached with the strain of holding them up in...

Part Five: Trials at the Threshold There Lorelei stood, a woman on a mission, her spirit undaunted in front of the formidable triple-locked door. She knew the first challenge to be the slide chain lock. It was within reach, just slightly above her shoulder. And so, she leaned into it, using her nose...

Part Four: Desperate Measures Isolde ran her fingers through Lorelei's hair, attempting to untangle the wet, matted strands that stuck to her face. The effort was futile; her hair was plastered down by a combination of sweat and her own exertion. "Damn it, Izzy," Lorelei growled, turning a...

Part Three: The Breaking Point As the third hour dragged on, Lorelei's frustration grew. The Beast was relentless; its well-crafted leather bands stood strong against her efforts, the knots and loops providing an impervious barrier against her hopeful escape techniques. Recalling Isolde's performanc...

Part Two: The Struggle As Lorelei moved into the second hour of her confinement, the straitjacket’s unyielding grip only increased. The leather dug into her skin, adding a constant pressure to the discomfort of her immobility. Her initial fury had somewhat subsided, replaced by a sense of grim deter...

Part One: The Bet A playful grin spread across Isolde's lips as she pulled from a case what Lorelei would later refer to as "The Beast" - a leather straitjacket of daunting complexity. Isolde was a professional escape artist, known for her deftness and cunning, always emerging victorious f...

Written with Chat GPT prompts. More to come. My name is Jenna. As a 29-year-old woman, married to an accomplished escape artist, I have had my share of watching incredible feats. Jack, my husband, has always made escaping straitjackets look like child's play, leading me to believe that I could do it...

This is from some time back with my previous girl, during the COVID pandemic shutdown. We'd long discussed going to the store with her in simple bondage; her hands cuffed inside the pocket of a pullover hoodie. But it seemed more like the sort of thing college kids would do as a prank and, well, we ...