Stories of Tie Up Games

A

Using AI help, the style has changed slightly , effectively starting a new story. As the doorbell rang, Amber felt a mixture of excitement and dread wash over her. It was her aunt Danni. She knew what was coming. Her mom and grandma had tied her to a chair, gagged her, blindfolded her, and hidden he...

B please.

I break In at night when you are asleep in your short nightie. I’m wearing all black, leggings, long sleeved tee, socks and ski mask. I tie you up tightly. I bring my own ropes. Hands behind your back, elbows together, chest and tummy ropes to bind your arms to your back. Ankles together crossed, kn...

More AI. Note this is fictional, Amber is portrayed as only 14, but the games come at her request and she wholly enjoys everything which happens to her. FRIDAY Having woken late after yesterday’s excitement Amber had finished her school work an little later than usual, however by 3pm had been sittin...

It’s got to be C. (But B sounds fun too. Just totally impractical.)

Another little AI written adventure. Julie is a 42 year old woman who after her high powered job in finance is a rather Faye character and loves to walk barefoot on soft earth or grass. To her, it's a form of liberation, freeing her from the confines of shoes and socks, heels and tights. But that's ...

The kitchen was bathed in a warm glow, of the late afternoon sun the flickering light of the sun through the trees casting dancing shadows on the tiled kitchen floor. Grandma Kate stood at the counter, her back to Amber as she expertly chopped vegetables. The faint smell of rosemary and garlic fille...

The kitchen was awash in a strange, silvery light as Grandma Kate sat at the old oak table, the soft glow emanating from her ancient laptop. She had been like this for about half an hour, her fingers dancing across the keyboard with an almost ethereal grace, as if she were conducting an invisible or...

I wanted to write this story some years ago but could not find the time or motivation. Now with the help of AI I have managed to produce this. Cast your mind back to the Covid Pandemic. In UK summer 2021, the rules were complex. Countries were split to three categories and it appeared that Europe wa...

E please

A

A. Gag them too

BUT

This is supposed to be a story of Susan and Claire. Let’s get back to them. Have the Asian and Alison show in a different thread.

E sounds good, or D if strait jackets are involved.

The restraining (hands, feet, gags etc) is the same. The difference is the torment. Men and women are usually ticklish on their feet and other areas. Squeezing a man’s balls doesn’t work on a woman, the crotch ropes are different, boob ties don’t work on men and nippe, clamps work differently. Big b...

A nice st of wooden stocks complete with toe restraints, not just for big toes, all ten can be tied back. But that is not all. A selection of leather cuffs and straps secure your hands behind your back so you cant interfere, a large pannel gag with built in wedge to pin your tongue down so you don't...

All a bit odd


G

I like E, but what about Alison still tied up in the basement?

Mandolin wrote: ↑1 month ago My cute bare feet needs a massage, but I'm a little reluctant to let you do it since I don't know you to well...but I'm sure you have a solution for that...?

Male or female?

D. Is Alison still tied up in there?

Quickly adding two more posts here to access massages. So I watch videos online for tips to escape being bound. Wearing my glasses of course, with a grey shirt and jeans with black socks and black sneakers. Ankles tied with tape and tied my wrists behind my back with zip ties, I found that I couldn...

A please

Quickly adding two more posts here to access massages. So I watch videos online for tips to escape being bound. Wearing my glasses of course, with a grey shirt and jeans with black socks and black sneakers. Ankles tied with tape and tied my wrists behind my back with zip ties, I found that I couldn...

I want to see Alison tickled, but not banned from these stories so C

Good thing I’m a woman. Your safe. Sort of. Hands behind your backs roses tied. Elbows together, chest harness. Thick scarf over your eyes and wrists to knees, ankles to elbows, big toes to blindfold. Shame you gagged yourself, because I’m going to have one hell of a job understanding you when I tic...