Fictional Tie Up Stories

 When I was a freshman in high school my best friend Dani and I used to play tie up games. Nothing serious. Just our hands tied behind our backs or in front of us, usually with rope or long thin cloths, whatever we could get our hands on. Sometimes we used scarves if we were desperate. A sleeping mask for blindfolds. Duct tape or any kind of available tape for gags. Or cloths for cleave gags.  It was fun while it lasted but as we got a little older, we stopped playing. We were still friends. And her bondage in interest didn't seem to go away. In fact she expressed a lot of interest in handcuffs and other bondage gear. But our bondage games stopped after our sophomore year. Then our senior year came around and I wound up getting in serious trouble at the beginning of the school year. It happened outside of school so I wasn't in trouble with the school. I was in trouble with my parents. I won't get into all the details but they were furious with me. They wanted me gone. They ...

My life with Sara was a living miserable hell. Every week I had to shave all my body hair. Every week my nails had to be painted. Every day I had to be dressed like a sissy from head to toe. She had even started applying makeup to me on certain days. Really it was just whenever she was bored and she felt like doing it.  Sara now insisted I call her different names like "mistress" or "master" or "goddess." It was just another way to humiliate me. It didn't matter since I was gagged most of the time anyway. One day I was cleaning around the house in a red bra stuffed with padding, red panties, and a garter belt with tan thigh high stockings and wedges, when "Goddess" Sara called me into the living room.  "Take a break slave and come in here a minute." I dropped what I was doing and walked into the living room. She had me kneel at her feet. "Rub them" she said. I took one of her feet in my hands and began to massage it. She r...

John showed no mercy with the electric toothbrush. He tickled the hell out of me. In between that, he also used his fingers and anything else he could get his hands on to tickle my feet.  This is how I spent the rest of that weekend. But things didn't end there. My mom had John watch me every weekend she was away. Christmas was fast approaching and my mom was away the weekend before. John come over that Friday and ordered me to get dressed.  My mom had a special outfit for me. I put on a bra and stuffed it with thick padding, panties, a shiny red dress, and green pantyhose. My mom didn't even own green hose. She bought them just for the occasion in my size. "I'm going to give you a little break from being tickled. Follow me." John led me to my room where he had a chair set up for me. He made me sit and he tied my wrists to the arms of the chair. It was a wooden chair from the dining room with thick arms. When my arms were secure, John tied my legs separately to th...