Fictional Tie Up Stories

I went to Brooke and Nicole's house on Friday. I was 18 but I was still in my final year of high school and we had a few months left to go. So I would go to class every week and then every weekend it was either Barbara's house, Kim's house, and now their house. I wasn't surprised to see Kristen there with them. But I was surprised to see her mom. "I just wanted to drop off your clothes and make sure the girls will take care of you this weekend. I'll be back to check in on you tomorrow or Sunday." The girls had a ton of nail polish and they debated what color they should paint my nails. "What color do you like?" Brooke asked me. "We've got red, green, blue, orange, yellow, purple or pink." "My mom paints his nails pink and purple a lot. I think we should try a different color." "I also have some darker nail polish" Nicole said. "Black, brown, gray, silver." "Oh wait a minute I have the perf...

When I last left off I was in the car with Kristen and Sharlene. I was dressed in my regular clothes but under those I had suntan pantyhose with reinforced toe on and my fingers and toes were painted pink and purple. I was gagged with Sharlene's worn tights and duct tape and forced to duck down for the entire ride to the mall. It was a long ride because the mall was a few towns over. It was so degrading because I wasn't tied up or restrained but I still couldn't utter a word or remove my gag because of Kristen's orders. I just slumped down in back and listened while they taunted me from the front seats. "Are you comfy back there?" Kristen asked. "Oh sorry you can't answer me with that gag on can you?" "I bet my tights taste just awful" Sharlene said. "I know cause I was wearing those for a while. I bet you can't wait to get them out." When we were stopped at a red light, Kristen ordered me to poke my head up. I did ...

That following Friday I told my parents I would be staying at a friends house and went straight to Kim's house from there. Kim and Barbra were there waiting for me. Kim showed me to the guest room where I would be spending most of my time. The pink dress, pink lace bra and panties, and stockings were all laid out for me. I put the bra and panties on first. Then the dress. Kim and Barbra gave me socks to fill up the cups of the bra. Then I put on the black fishnet stockings they had given me. My toenails had been painted purple the previous time Barbra tied me up and I didn't bother to clear it off. So this time they just had to paint my fingers. They decided on a light pink color to match the rest of my wardrobe. The guestroom bed was different from mine. It didn't have the bars. Instead it had those four big posts. So they had me lay down on the bed and Barbra removed two pairs of handcuffs from her bag of tricks. My wrists were cuffed spreadeagle to the two top post...

Then I got down on my back on the floor and Barbra sat in a chair and held one slice of pizza between her toes and lowered it down to my mouth. The girls watched and giggled as she fed me all the pizza. Then she made me go through the usual routine of having to lick all the sauce and grease off of her feet. She even made me clean in between her toes with my tongue. She definitely sweated a lot between her toes that day. Sharlene had to leave so she went home and I got to use the bathroom. Then they made me lay down again and Barbra cuffed me and tied my legs up. She was impressed with how effective the socks were as a gag so she decided to use them again. She rolled one sock up and shoved it in my open mouth. Then she took her tan stockings and rolled them up together and shoved them in as well. I bit down on the sour sock and sweaty stockings and Barbra taped my mouth up so I couldn't spit them all out. Kristen left soon after and told me she would be back to claim her princes...

When I left off, I was all dressed up in a black dress and black pantyhose with reinforced toe. My hands were cuffed, my ankles and knees were tied together, and I was gagged with duct tape and six of Barbra's worn nylon stockings. Kim, a friend of my mom and Barbra's, was watching over me until Barbra got back. She called later on to check up on me. Kim put her on the speaker phone. She said she would be back soon and she told Kim if she was bored that my feet are very ticklish. When she hung up the phone she decided to judge for herself. She had these long acyrilic nails that she dug into my feet. I squealed into my gag as she ran those big finger nails up and down and all around my feet. She didn't stop until Barbra got back. But she didn't come alone. Her daughter Kristen was with her. All three girls had a good laugh at my expense. Kim left shortly after and I laid there as Barbra explained it all to Kristen. She wasn't bothered by it. She actually seemed...

A few months after my first experience with Barbra, my parents went out of town again for a wedding. They were only supposed to be gone a few days but they were having fun and decided to take a mini vacation and stay two more days. Barbra came over the day they left. She had her bag of tricks with her. She took out some lotion and cream and told me to shave. When I was done shaving my arms and legs, she painted my fingernails and toenails with a bottle of purple nail polish. When that was all dry, she gave me my wardrobe for the evening. A trainer bra, silk panties, a black silk dress with straps and no sleeves, and a pair of black pantyhose with reinforced toe. When I was all dressed up, we went to my bedroom. I laid down on my back and she took a pair of handcuffs out of her bags of tricks and cuffed my hands to the bars on the bed above my head. Then my ankles and knees were tied together with some rope from her bag. I waited for the gag. Sure enough she pulled out a zip lock ...

I've had an interest in women's feet since a young age. This dated back to way before I ever knew what a foot fetish was. The sight of an older woman's feet always mesmerized me. Especially if they were clad in nylon. The nicest feet I ever saw belonged to my moms friend Barbra. She would come over sometimes after work and remove her shoes, showing off her feet which were usually covered with tan or dark nylons. I developed a thing for nylons at a young age as well and couldn't help but be curious about them. My mom didn't like throwing clothes away and had a small drawer that was just for stockings that had runs or tears in them. Those were the ones she never wore. When I got a little older I started trying them on when no one was around. When I was 12 my parents had to go out of town so they asked Barbra to watch me for a few days. One day she had to run out and decided I was fine by myself watching television for a little while. I took that as the perfect c...