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Secondary School Tie Up Games: Circuit Breaker

“Thirty-two…” Yan Long breathed.

“Thirty-two what? Cm? Push ups?” His sister Su Ying asked as they tidied up the household laundry.

“32B,” he held up one of her beige bras. “Pretty good for a fourteen-year-old…”

“Hey give that back!” She cried but he held it up high. Being much taller and stronger, he held the undergarment out of reach. Soon, sister was chasing brother all around their condominium until Su Ying fell on the ground. “Ok, I’ll give you back your bra,” Yan Long remarked. “Provided you put on your school uniform and be willing to be bound and gagged…”

“You really are a pervert and have fetish,” Su Ying replied, quickly snatching back her underwear. “You…”

“You love it don’t you,” he interrupted. “Say you do.”

“I…” But her tone and the movement of her eyes said otherwise.

“Say you like being bound and gagged,” he continued his taunt, holding her wrists.

“I…”She was sweating now. “Ok, I give.”

“You put on your school uniform, and if you want this bra.” Minutes later, just as Ying zipped up her sky-blue sleeveless uniform, Long pounced on her again, winding some white DIY brown rope around her wrists behind her back. “Ugh, can you switch to something less…painful?” She winced.

“Fine.” Soon her wrists were re-bound with masking tape. It wasn’t exactly comfortable but she didn’t complain this time. “Ok, what’s the scenario this time.”

“This,” he dragged her to his room and sat her down on a chair. He had logged on to his Skype and the account CharlieK was logged on. “Hey Yan Long, looks like you caught your sister again.”

“Tell us what got Charles, hehheh,” Yan Long responded. After a quick typing by both boys, the account Shirleenrocks was added to the conversation, and Shirleen appeared on screen. She was dressed in her ‘sailor-moon’ MGS uniform but to Su Ying’s surprise, her wrists were handcuffed in front of her.

“Hi all, this is so crappy,” she raised her bound hands. “Can’t believe I fell for this.”

“Well you didn’t meet the mark for your online physics test. And I coached your twice.”

“Well, no dare ever goes to…ok…Are Ying’s hands bound her back? I guess I’m lucky.”

“Uh no so fast. Find one of your socks and stuff it in your mouth,” Charles prompted.

“Or what?”

“Or Ying here gets a good tickle torture,” Yan Long said and started so. Su Ying was a bit ticklish and started yelping against the mass of tickling, especially her open armpits – after all her SCGS uniform was sleeveless. “Ok, ok, ok!” Shirleen screamed, got up and returned, jamming one of her ankle socks into her mouth.

“Hmmpy?” She grumbled on screen. It did look comical but Su Ying knew it was anything but. “There’s tape to your…seal your sock with at least two strips tape. Now,” Charles continued. “Show us your ankles and tape them up.” Shirleen groaned through her new gag and did so. In the process, her uniform pinafore lifted up but she remembered to wear shorts underneath.

“Nice. Now, wrap your hands behind your bound ankles…slowly…yup, that’s it!” Charles exclaimed and Yan Long clapped his hands.

“Ok, so you proved to me you can do self-bondage across the web,” Su Ying noted. “Or should that be self-binding since this is PG? Those weren’t real handcuffs, right?”

“Toy,” her brother remarked then typed in a new name, Vicisgreat. Victor appeared and after pleasantries were exchanged, another account, Laura*loves*Yee entered the group chat. Laura was in her CHIJ uniform but on the floor at a foetal position. Her sock-free ankles were bound with duct tape and her wrists were attached to those bonds with cloth and also bound with tape, albeit lightly. There was a thick stripe of cloth between her teeth.

“Whommse frmmkin idea wmm this?! I kmmmp zao geng…” Surprisingly, the last two words came out fine from her gag speak. ‘Zao geng’ meant ‘open coffee shop’ or opening your legs to flash your underwear, or upskirt. But as with Shirleen, Laura was wearing shorts underneath, her black FBTs.

“You were watching South Korean soap opera instead of completing your Maths assignment,” Victor countered. “Pretty good bindings by the way.” Laura continued to whine and roll around, providing views of her shorts underneath to all participants, and occasionally showing the edges of her panties.

“Right. So, where’s Huiling?” Su Ying asked about her best friend. Again, after some taping, Guoyunpwn was logged on. “Just a minute,” the HCI student called and then after a nearly fifteen-minute wait, Huilingluvu joined the group. As with the other girls, she was also dressed in her school uniform but seat in a normal wooden chair. She was really seated, her arms resting on the chair’s arms, both secured with a strip of packing tape. She was also gagged with an OTM cloth gag.

“Hmm all, thmms really sum..I memm sucms,” She said through gagged speech. As she did so, she shifted her chair to reveal that her ankles were tape to the legs. “Amazing,” Su Ying noted. “How did you manage to tape yourself to the chair’s arms like that?”

“Take much time but she did it,” Guo Yun commented.

“Alright,” Yan Long turned his laptop away. “So, you see my young apprentice…”

“Can your Star Wars line. What’s next for me?” He dragged her back to her room and to her dismay, started rummaging her drawers. “I guess this is age appropriate,” He held up one of her socks. “No…” but she regrettably let her brother stuff it into her mouth. He quickly sealed it with a long strip of tape that reached from ear-to-ear. He then sat her down on her bed then stopped.

“I’ll be binding your ankles and… I hope your wearing shorts under your uniform…what?!” He exclaimed as she shook her head violently and tugged at her bonds.

“No, I’m not taking it off just to let you put them on…wait,” he spotted on her PE shorts and her towel. Wrapping it around his eyes, he held the shorts and helped her put it on. “All done?” He called and she gave a positive reply through her gag. He proceeded to tape her ankles and then knees. Su Ying thought that was the end of it until he ordered, “Hop it.”

“Mmmp?” She queried.

“Hop, girl. Hop,” he repeated. So, with his help, Su Ying hopped all the way back to his room.

“What took you guys so long?” Charles asked.

“Missy hear didn’t wear her shorts – yes can you believe it – so I had to help her put it on, no, I didn’t look, I blindfolded myself,” Yan Long replied.

The gagged girls, Shirleen, Laura and Huiling voiced their replies, some in disbelief others in discomfort to their bindings and the sight of Su Ying.

“What do guys think or my work?” Yan Long asked.

“Hmm…maybe tape isn’t strong enough,” Charles responded.

“Well, I don’t think I’m gonna stick tape across her uniform,” Yan Long said and Su Ying nodded.

“How about using rope? Hog Tie?” Guo Yun suggested. Despite Su Ying’s yelping, her brother soon connected her wrists and ankles together and left her rolling on the floor.

“Thammm evil,” Huiling cried from her bound chair position and the other girls agreed, with Laura and Shirleen agreeing. The boys watched the helped girls until the creaking of a door came from Huiling. Her account logged off immediately and minutes later she appeared, bonds and gag removed.

“Guys and girls, my parents just returned,” she said whispering. In the background, they could hear talking and then Huiling replied back in Mandarin. She typed ‘Have to go’, and then signed off.

“Oh well,” Guo Yun sighed. “Hope the other girls don’t have to go.”

“Typmmcal,” Shirleen whined, hoping the toy cuffs weren’t creating any cuts or scars in her wrists. Fat hope…

“You lmmve seeimmg us lmthis,” Laura groaned, closing her legs together as best as possible.

“As I told Su Ying earlier, you girls love this,” Yan Rong added. “Say it.”

Shirleen refused to say but her eyes immediately showed otherwise. Laura eyes were neutral but her cleave gag chewing also gave the game away.

“Say it together in gag speech,” Yan Rong ordered, helping his sister up. “We love being bound and gagged.” Of course, being stuff tape gagged and cleave gag it didn’t turn out very well for Shirleen and Laura, especially Shirleen. On the second try, Su Ying was roped in, but the gagged talk was too hilarious and everyone, boys and girls were laughing.

However, Shirleen soon had school lessons to attend to so slipped her arms back in front of her, found the toy handcuff key and was soon free. “Bye guys,” was her last comment as she logged off. Laura also had to tidying up her house and complete her work so with some yanking, she got herself free as well. Charles, Victor and GY with no girls to pair with, also signed off.

“Well that fun while it last,” Yan Rong quipped as he patted his sister’s hair. “Still ok?” he asked.

“Get the hogmie ofmmff,” she whined.

“Excuse me?” He feigned not hearing her but started to undo the hogtie. Just then, his handphone rang. Digging around with one hand while undoing the knots.

“Hi Mom,” he answered, quickly shifting his hand to cover his sister’s taped lips, adding a further gag.

“Hi, hope all well. Was trying to reach Ying’s phone but no one answered.”

“Uh yeah, I think she’s busy, shower or something,” he lied. Su Ying’s eyes raised up and he further cupped her mouth.

“Showering? This late in the day?”

“Uh yeah, well yeah, we did the laundry, and cleaned up the house,” he half lied.

“Ok, but remember to do your school work. And ask Ying to call me when she’s done.”

“Uh, hold on, she’s here,” he grinned, covering the speaker then peeled off the tape and eased out the soggy sock.

“Hi..Mom,” Su Ying answered, trying to present a neutral voice. “Sorry, yeah I missed your call…no just wanted freshen up…yes am on my school work…what?! Now, ok, see you, bye.”

“Mom’s coming home for a break! Get me out of this now!”

“It’s just tape; surely you can figure it out,” her brother cackled. It was just tape but took Su Ying many tries before she got her wrist bonds torn off, then again, more time to undo her knee and ankle bonds. In the process, she had several ‘zao gengs’ but only flashed her PE shorts to her brother. “Don’t do this again!” She cried as she fled back to her room.

“You love it, say you love it!” he called. But truly, this wasn’t fun under the ‘Circuit Breaker’ law.

The End.

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Secondary School Tie Up Games: Lockdown

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In the evil Doctor Tan’s Lair, his captive lay bound on the table, hand stretched out to the side and bound with various strings and cloth, legs similarly stretched apart and bound the sides.

“So you see Miss Cathy Tan, your parents have abandoned you. You have no way out. All you have to do tell me where the treasure is.”

“Never, I will never tell you!” She cried.

“Last time,” The doctor hissed but the bound girl but she replied, “Agent Meiling will rescue…mmmmph!” He stuffed a cloth in her mouth and sealed it with a face mask. Then, he extracted a syringe, causing her to tremble.

Just outside the doctor’s den, Agent Huiling, dressed in her uniform, paused. This is it, she told herself and slowly undid the lock to the door. She took a few steps forward in the darkened room when suddenly the lights came on. The villain was bend over the bound and gagged girl and he himself was also wearing a face mask.

“Stop right there!” She yelled in Mandarin then switched to English. “I have you now you villain!” She pointed a weapon at him. Suddenly, another figure appeared behind her and with a click, she fell to the ground.

“So careless,” Dr Tan remarked then turned to the figure. “Good work Mr. Wong. But she may be infected. Check her, then prepare her. Two can be a good catch.”

Agent Huiling was far from alone and her secret agent colleagues Sandra and Louisa were immediately on the trail once Huiling failed to report in. Both girls split up and decided to approach their lair from different angles. Sandra took the back door and removed her shoes to quieten her approach. However, she herself was stunned as she approached the doctor’s main room. “Such a beauty to be captured,” the thug with surname Khoo muttered.  Meanwhile, Louisa threw a stun grenade and charged through the open main door, injuring and disarming Wong. Just as she was about to fire her weapon, triple clicks were heard, and she fell down.

Within the next half hour, Meiling, Sandra and Louisa were all bound to chairs facing Cathy using various loads of cloth and tape. All their mouths were now stuffed with cloth and sealed with face mask over them. To inspect them, Huiling’s skirt was removed – she was wearing shorts underneath, while the other girls had their shirts lifted up to their sports bras. Then the torture began: the boys wrapped ice cubes around handkerchiefs and pressed them all over parts of the girls’ bodies–neck, arms, tummies, legs and feet. For Cathy, feet was the worst as Dr Tan moved the wrapped cubes in a circular motion causing her to moan. Then he moved the wrapped cubes slowly up her legs and towards were skirt then…

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* a message tone broke the silence.

“Who’s damn phone is that?” Khoo, aka Charles broke the act. Yan Long, aka the evil Dr Tan ran over to his phone, check it then heaved a sigh of relief.

“I though we said no phone’s for this act,” Wong, aka Guo  Yun said.

“Sorry, just send something important,” Yan Long replied, causing his gagged sister, Su Ying, aka Cathy to yelp through her gag. “No, just that he’s on further reservist duty.”

“Ithmushoummfreeumm,” ‘Sandra’ aka Shirleen said and the boys agreed. Yet, they still bound the girl’s hands behind their back with medical tape as the all sat down.

“That was too easy,” ‘Meiling’ aka Agent Huiling remarked back in Mandarin. “Why do we girl’s always end up captured?”

“Well lucky it’s just your skirt off,” ‘Louisa’ aka Laura said her shirt and bra damp from all the icecube torture. “I should have worn my skirt instead of getting my boobs out.”

“Your bras’ are on,” Su Ying counted. “You didn’t have your limbs stretched out like an octopus and have your brother’s breath hissing down on yo….mmmpph!” Yan Long, fed up with her complain, pasted a piece of tape over her lips.

“Ok, Ok, we’ll change the script,” Charles brought out his tablet. “What do you suggest?”

“Like can I take a rain check on this? My parents had to be convinced so much in order for me to come over here; well I bluffed them I was going to study,” Laura tugged at her bonds. Grumbling, the boys cut her free and she left, leaving her ‘gun’ aka a water pistol behind.

“So improvements?” The others, minus a gagged and furious Su Ying, debated over changes to their ‘Dr Tan and the Secret Agents’ script. The stun grenade, aka dry ice, remained but they couldn’t think of many other changes to  the plot. One by one though, the visitors had to leave, less their parents questioned why they weren’t in their homes and out in the midst of the virus. Finally it was down to brother and sister. “Alright sis, or should I say Cathy,” Yan Long grabbed his doctor’s coat, which was basically an old blazer of his dad’s. “Want to try the table scene again?”


“Come on, be a sport.”


“Sorry, Don’t understand you. Think you enjoy this, so stay here,” he added another round of tape around her ankles and smiled.

The End.





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Laura’s return: Continuation of Laura’s 72 Hour Hold Part IV

“You’re lucky she didn’t suffer further complications or as I said, ‘kill her’,” Clarence Bebbington, Stephanie Blymire’s boyfriend remarked.

“Well…I admit. But she’s still survived,” Stephanie added. That was quite accurate. After stripping Laura naked and checking her, the college graduate was bound back in a straitjacket along with a diaper as she was injected with drugs that had diuretic characteristics. She was tape gagged this time as a she would have choked on a panel gag or plug gag.

“And still not cured,” he countered. “Well. it’s my turn.”

The next morning, Nurse Jodie managed to bathe and change a struggling Laura and strap her in the chair. “Good morning Laura, I’m Dr. Clarence Bebbington,” the new doctor g came in by a side door and greeted. He received a grunt in return.

“Perhaps we’ll try talking normally,” he remarked, moving to unbuckle her plug gag. As soon as he did so, she started screaming ‘let me out of here you bastard’, ‘I don’t belong in this asylum’, and a litany of swear words. Clarence calmly pushed a button which sent a mild electric shock on Laura, giving him just enough time to re-gag her.

“I guess we’ll have to do it the high-tech way,” he sighed and placed a hairband-like device over her head, then opened a tablet. “Speak using your thoughts and they will be transmitted here.”

You mean this you freak?! came the words on his tablet screen.

“Let’s be a bit more respectful ok?” Clarence tried again. Instead he received the same round of protests and swearing. Sighing once again, He pressed another button and Laura collapsed unconscious.

An hour later in a darkened room, Laura was strapped firmly but not tightly to a wave-less waterbed, heated precisely to her skin temperature to help and sever any sensory input. She was covered with only thin cotton sheets over her breasts and crotch to keep moisture from dripping on her those areas and awakening her. An intravenous drip with a computerized metering device had been started in her left arm, which alternated a special sedative, kept in tune with an electroencephalograph. A tube was inserted into her mouth both to deaden her taste buds and to keep her teeth apart–the sound of teeth grinding was carefully controlled and to keep her from swallowing her tongue in case of an induced epileptic episode. A catheter was inserted into her urethra to drain any urine, though there was hardly any. Laura’s eyes were covered by a tight blindfold. On her head was strapped a pair of headphones, through which instructions, messages, propaganda, noise, news, information, and other aural stimulation were introduced or, if desired, no sound at all was allowed. More wires were attached to measure her brain activity, breathing and hearth rate.

“….haloperidol, and phencyclidine hydrochloride (PCP)?!” Stephanie Blymire exclaimed standing on a shielded platform and, reading a booklet that explained the contents of the drug in the IV drip. “You’re brainwashing her?!”

“Sssh,” Clarence Bebbington literally placed a hand over her lips, then turned a dial with his free hand. Stephanie stepped away in protest but then stayed, watching him alter more dials and pushing various button, as well as listening intensively onto a set of headphones. Unlike her own trial previously, Laura didn’t move a single bit as her boyfriend monitored the panel. Even as she left for lunch and returned, she still found Clarence stuck at the station, only drinking some protein drink. She sauntered over towards the thick transparent shield–it wasn’t called a window–and noticed Laura was again still lying not moving one bit. While she appeared motionless, in her brain, there were a multitude of shapes. The hours crept by, then the shapes turned to human figures, then natural surroundings appeared then just after Clarence poured another drink, his monitored recorded a sharp spike.

“I think, she’s done,” he announced, flicking a switch.

The next morning, Laura’s eyes fluttered open and she tugged her arms. She was still straitjacketed but instead quickly found herself bound back down on some soft pillows and the absence of a thickness around her waist and over her crotch meant that she was no longer in diapers. Instead of a panel or plug gag, a strong piece of medical tape was wrapped around her jaw. Just as she tried to say something, there was some noise and Dr Bebbington appeared.

“Good morning Laura,” he greeted. “Feeling better?”

“Yemmm,” she replied and he cut away the tape and moistened her lips. He tensed but the she said in a calm voice, “Yes, doctor. I feel…my brain feels like it went through a huge carwash.”

Clarence Bebbington smiled. “Great news.” He raised her bed and did basic check-ups like listening to her breathing rate and heart rate, inspecting her eyes but avoided the constant question whether she could be free of her bondage and head home. “Nurse Jodie will help you freshen up and feed you.” That was true then then nurse was told to wait while the doctor returned. He loosened the bonds allowing Laura to get up and help her sit up. He carefully talked to her about topics he detected from his monitoring of her brain then dropped a question. “Would you like to see a garden?”

“Garden? Why yes, I love nature. I mean, I haven’t been out for…” she tugged against her bonds.

“Ok, I’ll get Nurse Jodie to help you…” Laura turned her head away. “You don’t want Nurse to help you? How about me?” Laura turned back and nodded.

Soon enough, doctor and patient were out in some greenhouse area. As per regulations, Laura accepted she had to be gagged again with a panel gag and still straitjacketed but still walk amongst the various flora and fauna. Just as they turned a bend, they came in contact with other straitjacketed and gagged patients guided by other nurses. Suddenly, Laura tensed and resisted to move. “Come on,” the doctor said but she still refused to budge. As the other patients and nurses moved away, Laura suddenly relaxed.

Back in the new room, Laura wailed through her gag as she was blindfolded. But just an hour later, the blindfold was removed and she found herself face to face with a very familiar person. “Rob.mmppph…Robin!” She exclaimed, as that guy unbuckled her gag. “But…how? You can’t see me like this!”

“Oh, she should,” Dr Bebbington said, watching Laura and Robin talking through a two-way mirror. “You see,” he explained to Laura’s parents, “She always fancied a male figure in her life. Robin was a guy she always wanted. The girls she met in college and her wider life never let him near her and that triggered her condition. She quite fine now, but needs to see Robin constantly.”

“You mean I can’t see my daughter?” Laura’s mother exclaimed.

“We don’t want any female to re-trigger the episode, do we?”

Laura Granger was allowed to talk to Robin, then her straitjacket was removed in placed of a medical gown and hospital leather restraints, then after final examination, she was back in her own clothes and escorted out by Robin and her father.

“All about men,” Stephanie Blymire remarked as she watched them leave.

“That’s right honey,” Clarence Bebbington said. “And now, because of your failure….” he jammed a syringe into her neck, rendering her unconscious. Soon enough, Dr Stephanie Blymire was bound in a straitjacket and gagged. As Clarence Bebbington secured her in a cell, he sent a WhatsApp message.


I KNOW DAD. IF NOT, SHE’ll BE BACK, came the reply.

The End

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