Stories of Tie Up Games

Jennyjay wrote: ↑4 months ago I’ll answer as a female.

I ve watched the house, I know when your parents leave for work so I think the house is empty, but I didn’t realise you were “off sick” today. So picking the rear door lock I’m surprised to find a 15 year old girl in a black sleeveless top and red checked knee length trousers (pyjamas) sitting in the living room floor, surrounded by scarves, duct tape and rope, and enthusiastically tying her ankles together.

“What are you doing home?” I ask in surprise.

“I told mum I was sick. She let me stay. What are you doing here?”

“I’m robbing the place. You weren’t supposed to be here. At least you’ve made a start helping me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve got all the ropes out and even started tying your feet up. I won’t have to work so hard when I tie you up.”

You look at me for a couple of seconds then say “I’ll show you where the best stuff is if you promise to tie me up real tight!”

“What do you mean?”

“Look. That woman’s not my real mum. Mum died when I was about 5. Dad remarried HER. She hates me, dad doesn’t care. I’ll tell you where the best jewellery and stuff is. Then you tie me up. She’ll be mortified that her jewellery has all gone, dad might show me some love when he finds his daughter has been tied up all day by some horrible smelly man.”

“Erm I’m not smelly and I’m definitely not a man.”

“It’s what I’ll tell the police if you tie me up tightly.”


So I tie your hands behind your back just to make sure you don’t trick me, then I untie your ankles and let you lead me round the house, showing me your step-mum’s best jewellery, fathers electronic gadgets , some cash and all the usual.

Then to your bedroom.

“OK. Do you need the toilet? You won’t be able to go again.”

After you clean yourself up I start by getting you face down on the bed before retrying your hands back to back behind you. Next it’s elbows, followed by ankles, below knees and above knees, then thighs. I sit you up again and wrap your arms and chest, waist rope tying your hands to small of your back, tummy rope tied round your fore arms, m round your shoulders and cinched under arm pits, elbows and wrapped under your chest.

“I.ve just thought.” You say “you could tickle my feet and force me to tell you where the valuables are.”

“You’ve already told me, I’ve got them here.”

“Yes but I had no reason to tell:3. If you tickle me cruelly now I’m all tied up I’ll have to tell you to stop the tickling.”

“Torture you you mean.”

“Tickle torture. Yes.”

“But you’ve already told me where everything is.”

“OK . Just tickle me then. After you gag me so I don’t disturb the neighbours.”

Funny girl. But I know where you’re coming from. I used to tie myself up too. I thought this as I was pushing a couple of clean white ankle socks into your mouth and tying a long black between your teeth, the second. Black sock over your eyes. Then I flipped you onto your tummy and tied your ankles to your elbow ropes before spending 20 minutes running my nails over the soles of your bare feet.

I leave about noon with a full bag, hoping you have a fun afternoon and wondering how your parents will react when they find you.

JennyTied wrote: ↑4 months ago

Jennyjay wrote: ↑4 months ago I’ll answer as a female.

I ve watched the house, I know when your parents leave for work so I think the house is empty, but I didn’t realise you were “off sick” today. So picking the rear door lock I’m surprised to find a 15 year old girl in a black sleeveless top and red checked knee length trousers (pyjamas) sitting in the living room floor, surrounded by scarves, duct tape and rope, and enthusiastically tying her ankles together.

“What are you doing home?” I ask in surprise.

“I told mum I was sick. She let me stay. What are you doing here?”

“I’m robbing the place. You weren’t supposed to be here. At least you’ve made a start helping me.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve got all the ropes out and even started tying your feet up. I won’t have to work so hard when I tie you up.”

You look at me for a couple of seconds then say “I’ll show you where the best stuff is if you promise to tie me up real tight!”

“What do you mean?”

“Look. That woman’s not my real mum. Mum died when I was about 5. Dad remarried HER. She hates me, dad doesn’t care. I’ll tell you where the best jewellery and stuff is. Then you tie me up. She’ll be mortified that her jewellery has all gone, dad might show me some love when he finds his daughter has been tied up all day by some horrible smelly man.”

“Erm I’m not smelly and I’m definitely not a man.”

“It’s what I’ll tell the police if you tie me up tightly.”


So I tie your hands behind your back just to make sure you don’t trick me, then I untie your ankles and let you lead me round the house, showing me your step-mum’s best jewellery, fathers electronic gadgets , some cash and all the usual.

Then to your bedroom.

“OK. Do you need the toilet? You won’t be able to go again.”

After you clean yourself up I start by getting you face down on the bed before retrying your hands back to back behind you. Next it’s elbows, followed by ankles, below knees and above knees, then thighs. I sit you up again and wrap your arms and chest, waist rope tying your hands to small of your back, tummy rope tied round your fore arms, m round your shoulders and cinched under arm pits, elbows and wrapped under your chest.

“I.ve just thought.” You say “you could tickle my feet and force me to tell you where the valuables are.”

“You’ve already told me, I’ve got them here.”

“Yes but I had no reason to tell:3. If you tickle me cruelly now I’m all tied up I’ll have to tell you to stop the tickling.”

“Torture you you mean.”

“Tickle torture. Yes.”

“But you’ve already told me where everything is.”

“OK . Just tickle me then. After you gag me so I don’t disturb the neighbours.”

Funny girl. But I know where you’re coming from. I used to tie myself up too. I thought this as I was pushing a couple of clean white ankle socks into your mouth and tying a long black between your teeth, the second. Black sock over your eyes. Then I flipped you onto your tummy and tied your ankles to your elbow ropes before spending 20 minutes running my nails over the soles of your bare feet.

I leave about noon with a full bag, hoping you have a fun afternoon and wondering how your parents will react when they find you.

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Jennyjay wrote: ↑4 months ago Where is the story published?

Helena14 wrote: ↑4 months ago Then concept is intriguing, does the burgular need to be male?