Romans & histoires Tied Up

I pull on my ball gown and then realise I have no way of zipping up the back. Try as I might, nothing is going to help me get that zip up. With a sigh of frustration, I realise that I am going to need Alex's help. I call down and moments later I hear his footsteps on the stairs. As he enters my room, I take in the sight of him suited and booted in his tux and, for a moment, my heart skips a beat.

Just wait, I thought *****************************

Only time would tell. I was tied down, my movements restricted, my freedom curtailed. The ropes or chains or whatever held me in place seemed unyielding, unrelenting. I strained against them, testing their strength, but they wouldn't budge. I was trapped, confined, and at the mercy of others. The feeling of being tied down was suffocating, making me feel helpless and vulnerable. I longed to break free, to shatter the restraints and assert my independence. But for now, I was stuck, unable to move or escape.

The burly man shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and untie me!" "Oh, right..." The bucktoothed man fumbled, his hands shaking as he tried to untie the rope. But Lydia had anticipated needing to escape, so she'd made sure to knot the rope tightly. When the burly man saw Lydia making a run for it earlier, he had panicked and struggled hard, making the knot even tighter. Despite the bucktoothed man's efforts, the knot refused to budge. "You idiot! What the hell are you doing? I told you to untie me, not make it tighter!"

___________________________________________________________________________ Indomitable /ɪnˈdɒmɪtəb(ə)l/ adjective impossible to subdue or defeat. "a woman of indomitable spirit" ___________________________________________________________________________ 16 / 08 / 2021 “Ready!” I whisper yell to myself. After tucking my shoelaces inside my blue training shoes , I get up from the floor and straighten myself. Shoe laces are something I can never perfect , no matter how many times I have practiced and no matter how many people teach me ; tying my shoelaces are just something that I can never do. After trying for a few minutes – 3 minutes to be exact – I finally give up and decide to just

Freya ordered. “What the hell are you doing?” I groaned, trying to struggle free from their grip as they tied my hands with a strange kind of plant and secured me tightly bound to a tree. “Why are you tying me up?! What’s going on?” I panted, still struggling to pull my hands free but it was way too tight.

I gulped the little lump left in my throat, "I don’t think I can do this" I sighed deeply at my thoughts, I need to get out of this fucking place. I let out a breath and tried to move again, all my muscle protested against my moves as I stiff from the position I was in; failed to get off the ropes that was surprisedly doubled on me, why on earth will I be tied up with two ropes, a normal person ties someone with just one rope, why do I have two on me? "Help please, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry just please get me out of this fucking chair, it’s highly uncomfortable," I said; sounding defeated I’m too tired to do anything, I can’t help myself

Seeing her like this made me hard as fuck. I placed the bag on her desk and pulled out the four ties. The first one was red and I tied it tightly around her left wrist. The second tie was black and I tied that one around her other wrist. I tied the two remaining blue ties around her ankles. Then I got under the desk and pulled the ties on her wrists in until they could be pulled no more. I knotted them together and was sure she couldn't escape.

I think I’m still at the house. I try to sit up. My left hand immediately jerks. But it doesn’t go anywhere. Panic swells in my chest, immediate and animal. What the hell? My gaze drops to my wrist. It’s . . . tied? Rough, thick rope—probably torn from the storage closet in the hallway—twists around my hand, knotted tightly against the bedpost. I try the other hand. Same. One foot. Same. Oh my god. No. No no no no no—