Fictional Tie Up Stories

Dani decided she wanted to have a party again one weekend before Christmas. I knew what that meant. I was going to spend the night locked up in her shed. But before that it was cleaning time. I was cuffed hand and foot and my muzzle gag stayed on while I scrubbed, sweeped, dusted, vacuumed. She took the muzzle gag off so I could eat and took the cuffs off afterwards so I could go to the bathroom. Then she marched me out to the shed where she had a chair all set up. She cuffed my hands behind the chair. Then she cuffed my ankles separately to the legs of the chair. Then she used some rope to wrap around my waist and tie behind the chair. I was pinned down to the chair and could barely move. A worn sock found its way into my mouth and then the muzzle gag covered my mouth. She locked the straps and closed the shed door and locked it too. There was loud music and conversation that would have drowned out any cries for help I could have made. So I remained silent, all chained up and gag...

Rob tickled me for fifteen minutes. Then he switched to Thomas. He switched back and forth every fifteen minutes, tickling our hose covered feet. We could just groan into our gags to try and beg him to stop. We spent the rest of the summer bound and gagged, dressed like girls, tickle tortured by Rob and taunted by Mrs. G. Rosie and Katie came by every week to paint our nails. Some days we watched TV upstairs in the living room (bound and gagged of course). Some days we went swimming (in our pink bikinis of course). A few days before summer was over Fran came to the house and got us all dressed up. Pink sundresses, tan pantyhose, trainer bras and panties. Then she fit blonde wigs onto us and did makeup. Mrs. G had bought us both a pair of heels. She had Thomas put his pink heels on and I put my hideous orange heels on. Mrs. G drove us the store where her friend worked. "How adorable they are" her friend said. "I know right. They look so cute in their sundresses an...