## Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by Snidley » Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:36 pm

Linda was exploring her situation. You forget what it must be like for someone to suddenly lose their liberty. In the modern world we have amazing freedom to do almost whatever we like within the Law, and you come to take that for granted. Like most people, Linda had never been arrested or detained in any way. Now suddenly her hands and arms were no longer hers command, and she was trying to get her head around it. It was almost like she couldn't believe they were tied tightly with rope.
“I’m certain I can get…out,” she said, twisting her wrists, holding them away from her body to see, her face a picture of concentration. Her dark hair was tied back with an elastic hair band and the first few wisps were starting to escape.
While she was occupied, I moved to the next stage of immobilisation. So engrossed with her hands, she only noticed I had removed her shoes halfway through tying her ankles. I had to hand it to her; even distracted, she still wore her reporter hat. “The shoes always come off?” she asked?
“It’s like your watch,” I said, busily knotting. “They might get in the way. Plus it’s harder to escape from here when you’re barefoot.” I gave her a smile with this, and she responded, albeit a bit nervously now. I was calm, occupied in my task. As I tied the last knot her ankles were now solidly bound to each other and her mobility had dropped by another 40%.
“20% to go,” I said, explaining the process and not giving her time to come to terms with her situation. She watched me pull extra ropes out of my bag. “More?” she said. “What you've done feels pretty secure.” She tried to reach down with her bound hands to pluck at the knot at her ankles. I was impressed with her reach and was momentarily concerned, but after a few failed attempts I was satisfied I had tied it sufficiently far from her prying fingers.
The last 20% of immobilisation comprised of tying her legs just below her knees and her torso, and binding her arms just above her elbows to her chest. As I was cinching these to make them tight Linda became more animated. She wriggled her legs and twisted her body from side to side. A few more strands of hair had become loose.
I finished and sat back on the sofa, happy with my package. “Alright?” I asked. I was hoping for a few minutes of satisfaction before I had to untie her. She gave me a glance but was focused on her restraints. “I’m ok. I just can’t believe I can’t get out of this.” She was properly struggling now, with perspiration on her upper lip and hair gone wild; the hair tie lying on the carpet. I was a bit concerned what she was saying didn't correspond with how she was acting. As much as I didn't want to do so, I said “Ok, let’s untie you now.”
What Linda did next surprised me. She had been side-on to me on the couch, and she quickly turned away to keep her hands out of reach. “No, not yet. Give me a little longer. I think I've got this one a bit loose.” I checked the rope she was looking at. It was secure as ever.
A mantelpiece analogue clock chimed the three quarter hour and we both jumped. I thought no one had those anymore; I had barely noticed the earlier chimes while we were talking. It did tell me we had only been at this for just over 15 minutes; it felt like an hour. I thought to myself: that’s the way to life forever, well at least seem to. Live your life under nervous tension.
Linda looked at the clock, then at me. “Right, give me 15 minutes to get loose if you've finished with me. Go in the kitchen and get a drink. Make me something cold, I’ll be joining you in about 10.”
I answered after some consideration, “Ok, but call out if you need me.” I’m not far away so if there’s any problems, I can be back in 2 seconds.” She didn't answer, was focused back on herself.
I was reluctant to leave her alone, but she wasn't gagged, wasn't in a dangerous position like a car boot or anything. She sat on a comfy sofa. But I figured she needed to work this out. I was certain she couldn't get loose as I had carefully and spent the time well tying her up. My knots were reefed, and all were inaccessible, especially now her upper body was bound. I had to admit I was reluctant to leave for other baser motives: Linda was white-hot tied up like that. These kinds of thoughts were lighting the kindling of my arousal, so I beat a retreat to the kitchen and got that cold drink. Sitting down was out of the question by now, so I stood still and admired Linda’s kitchen appliances. Expensive and very fashionable. That did the trick. After about 5 minutes I crept over to the doorway and listened for living room noise. I could just make out the sound of cloth on carpet: the friction sounds of her clothes rubbing against the carpet I deduced – she must have dropped off the couch – and something else on the edge of my hearing. Eventually, and only by straining, I made out the other sound: small and very quiet regular grunts and moans. She was still struggling to get free and really going for it. Now that immediately set me off again and I quickly went back to the kitchen to check out Linda’s oven again, determined this time to wait out the clock chime.
I had both our drinks ready for when the hour rang out. I walked confidently into the living room, ice clinking against the glasses, and just about dropped both on the floor. Linda lay in the centre of the room, wild hair wet from perspiration, sections of her clothes the same, spread from the close parts of her body – a pungent smell of sweat, muscular exertion and almost certainly arousal. She was still bucking and struggling as I came in with the clock chimes. On seeing my entrance she finally collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut. “Fuck,” she muttered.
I manhandled her back onto the couch and started to untie her, while she took deep breaths. Once again I gave thanks to reef knots as none had over-tightened, and I had her free in minutes. She took the drink I offered gratefully and downed it in one, while I regarded the red marks on her wrists and arms. No burns thankfully, but as the FBI state in their criminal reports of abductees, she had ‘ligature marks’. I had never expected her to fight so hard.
“Given them a rub, they’ll be fine in an hour or two.” She followed my gaze and started massaging her wrists. I was tempted to do it for her, but we weren't in that place. Despite what had happened, we kept to the roles we had adopted right from the start. Linda was starting to return to normal and became conscious of her appearance, running her hands through her hair. I noticed she kept her eyes away from the damp semi circles on her clothes. Her studious avoidance of the areas made it all too clear she was well aware of them and what they meant. I reached down and handed her the hair tie.
“I look a horror. I have to shower and change. Do you mind?” “No, not at all,” I replied. “I should be making a move anyway. Did you get everything you need for your article.” She hesitated. Started to say something, and then said something else.” Oh, ok. Yes, yes…yes. Everything is in order. Thanks. I’ll finish it tonight.”
I stuffed the tangled ropes back in my gym bag and walked to the doorway. We gave each other a kiss on the cheek goodbye; I walked into the bright sunshine, into my car, and drove away. I saw her framed in the doorway in my rear vision mirror, holding herself up, looking exhausted.
My half opened gym bag was on the seat beside me. As I turned a corner a few loops of damp rope spilled onto the floor. The car filled with the smell of Linda that had wicked off her skin and clothing into the very fibre of the cords.
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### Re: Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by wrapmetightly » Fri Jan 03, 2014 5:58 pm

Awesome. I loved the description of Linda struggling to get free.
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### Re: Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by Snidley » Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:27 pm

Thanks. I loved watching her.

### Re: Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by Lake Lover » Sun Jan 12, 2014 6:05 am

Nice story, with excellent character development. Maybe there will be a Meetup 3.

### Re: Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by Snidley » Sun Jan 12, 2014 1:55 pm

She was posted to San Francisco soon after alas. We still keep in touch though via email and she's explored a few things since. She even read my post and told me she enjoyed reliving it over again- she's never quite matched that first time experience.

### Re: Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by mikeybound » Tue Feb 18, 2014 8:08 pm

This sounds just like how I get every now and than. The guy was a bit less skilled, so I managed it...eventually.......with some pliers.

### Re: Tie Up Games Meetup 2

Post by tiedup11344321 » Wed Aug 12, 2015 1:00 pm

Nice [quote="wrapmetightly"]Awesome. I lo :big: ved the description of Linda struggling to get free.[/quote]