Secondary School Tie Up Games: The Rules


The four boys looked at the four chair-bound and tape gagged young school girls. “Ok girls,” announced Yan Long  your aim is to struggle free of your bonds. And please, try not to the chairs. Youre time starts…now!”

The four girls from the famous Singaporean schools started struggling wildly and emitting muffled cries as they tried to struggle out of their bonds. As they did so, they parted their legs, revealing their PE shorts underneath, except for Shirleen, who flashed her underwear. Su Ying was to first to get free but the four boys shook their heads when she attempted to remove her gag.

“Mmmmphbl…mmph!” She cried as her brother held her tight and re-bound her wrists with duct tape. One by one, the other girls, starting with Laura, then Huiling and finally Shirleen broke free but were similarly bound by the other boys. The girls were dragged to the floor, made to sit cross-legged and only then were their tape gags gently peeled off.

“Let us go!” Su Ying shouted, particularly in the direction of her brother.

“I’ve enough of this!” Cried Huiling partly in Chinese.

“I also didn’t ask for this!, Get this off!” Shirleen said, closing her legs tightly, lest she flashed herself again.

“Clearly, they are lovely captives are they?” Victor remarked.

“You girls keep it there; we still need to formalise the rules,” Yan Rong said, pulling up his laptop and opening up a new Word document.

“What rules? I need to go to my chess try outs now!” Su Ying cried but her brother ignored her.

“Ok, rule 1, we all agree to have these Captor-Captive games often…”

“No,” Huiling countered. “Only when we girls feel like it…”

“No, no, let’s make a deal. When we are all free,” Charles interjected.

“Ok, Rule 1: We play when we’re all free. Should we set up a Whatsapp group?”

“Can we please get a move on….mmmpph!” Su Ying’s protest was shut off as Guoyun taped her mouth again.

“No Whatsapp; I don’t get that much privacy even with phone. Text or Whatsapp, no group,” Shirleen argued.

“Ok. Rule 2: What sort of binding or ties and gags?”

“Tape is icky,” Laura twisted her bound wrists.

“Icky in your mind,” Victor countered. “Tape should be ok. But as we did, slowly peel it off.”

“Yes,” Huiling said, “I don’t want red marks,”‘ she continued in Chinese.

“Tape ok. Cloth we can get. Rope maybe, after all, I’m a Scout,” Yan Rong smiled as his gagged sister gave him an evil look.

“That’s enough,” Laura said, dreading on evil restraints. “I don’t want you to treat us like slaves.”

“Or we treat you guys,” Shirleen added.

“Fat hope,” the boys remarked in unison.

“Rule 3: What do we do when they are bound and gagged?”

“No looking up our skirts or uniforms!”Huiling cried. The other girls, including the gagged Su Ying, agreed.

“Well that can’t be helped,” Yan Rong smirked. “We’ll….”

“At least not often and warn us in advance!” Laura cried. “I rather wear all shorts or jeans for this. Or maybe make it a rule that we girls wear shorts underneath….” All eyes turned on Shirleen who blushed a deep red.

One by one, more rules such as no nudity–the least is down to swimsuit/bikini or bra and panties, no sexual activity, no adult-type equipment, no acts of torture, safe words for pain and needed to get released and many others. Nearly one and half later, they decided on ten major rules and finally the girl’s were released.

“I need to pee, I need to pee!” Cried Shirleen, as she ran toward’s the Tan’s toilets. Huileen also followed her while Laura was the first to exit the residence, grumbling about her hair and sore wrists.

“Argh…” Su Ying moaned as she peeled off the duct tape and the boys helped to collect and throw about the tape and rearrange the chairs. Just then her phone beeped.  The message read:

Chess try outs: Congratulations to the following girls…She scrolled through the list, her eyes burning with anger for missing this out. As she read the names, Su Ying then relaxed; many of those weren’t friendly class or schoolmates and she wouldn’t want to be with them anyway.  Another message flashed on her screen.

Positions open in the Girl Guides. Reply ASAP.

Oh yes, she said, sending a reply. I wanna get back at Yan Rong for this. Girls Guides would be the  answer.

End.

 

Secondary School Tie Up Games: CHIJ


Wei Long had barely opened the door when his leg was struck by another BATA shoe-covered foot and more sounds protesting came. “Nommmmmpph!” A high pitched gagged cry came from a rather short girl in slightly blue pinafore with school crest sewn on the top left and white blouse. “She’s a little heavy,” panted Victor Chia Yong Wei, who  was half carrying Laura Yee Yi Hua, his ‘captive’ inside.

Laura’s muffles cries continued as she was pressed down yet another chair and then “OW!”, came the cry from Victor. “F….” He nearly swore from the pain on the bite then indicated gratitude as Wei Yong, Guoyun and Charles helped tape gag her and tape her to the chair.

“Oooh, crocodile bit you?” Charles asked.

“More like a freakin’ shark,” Victor grimaced, sucking at his fingers. “Gag her tight!”

“I thought you want a nice Rafflesian instead?” Wei Rong teased.

“She is one, just didn’t enter because of some parental story,” He replied, ignoring Laura’s gagged protests and glare. “Besides, the RGS girl isn’t free.”

“‘Kay, whatever.”

“So now we have a decent catch–SC, NY, MG and CHIJ,” Wei Rong announced. “Ready for the real fun?”

TBC

Secondary School Tie Up Games: NYGH


“Stay here,” Yan Long said, though naturally she couldn’t move anywhere. Just as he opened the door, a loud protesting grumbling was heard. First, the shape of a white long pleated skirt and dirty white shoes was visible, followed by the visibility of brownish shorts and uniform with sweat-stained white shirt.

“Hey! Hey! No, Bu Yao!!!” came the higher pitched screamed but the NYGH student, Zhang Huiling was shoved in by Wei Rong’s Chinese High friend, Wong Guoyun. “Hi, Ying…oh My Gosh!” she cried, seeing her old kindergarten classmate chair bound and gagged. “What…hey!” she too was shoved into another chair similar to the one Su Ying was bound to.

“Mmmmph!!” Su Ying cried in protest of her friend who she hadn’t seen in ages. The two boys ignored her as Guoyun held her down on her shoulders as Wei Rong pasted another piece duct tape across her lips. Bit by bit, they held her down and soon enough duct taped her to the chair in the same fashion as Su Ying. The last act was to part was to fold up her shirt to reveal the black short FBT shorts hugging her waist, causing her to give protest through her tape gag.

“Mmmmph!! Mmmpph!!!!” Both girls wailed at each other and the boys, especially because of their upskirt. “Oh shaddup will yah?” Called Wei Yong as both boys continued to some online game on their handphones. Despite that call the girls continued to protest through their gags. Wei Rong shook his head and disappeared short returning with two cloths in his hand.

“What…oh you want to stuff their mouths.” Upon hearing that, the bound girls yelped further.

“Ok girls, you shut up or these go in along with more tape.” Sighing, the captive gave in.

“Nǐ tài kèbóle,” the Chinese High Boy grumbled just as the doorbell rang again.

TBC.

Secondary School Tie Up Games: SCGS


I can’t believe I intentionally missed the Chess try outs for this, twelve going on to thirteen year old Tan Su Ying thought as she shifted slightly in the chair. Slightly was the best adjective since her arms were literally stuck to the armrest and her legs were similarly ‘attached’ to the front legs of the wooden chair. Or rather, silvery duct tape secured them to the chair, with the tape wound tightly at her wrists, below her knee. A large strip of tape covered her lips. “Shmmmm,” she swore.

Hours earlier…

“Hey sis, remember what we talked about yesterday?” Her sixteen year old brother Yan Long asked as they both stepped off the bus.

“Har what?” I tried to pretend I didn’t remember.

“Play the games we used to play as children.”

“You wanto to regress issit…”

“No silly. We want to enjoy the good ol times.”

“I don’t think being a captive to you and your pals is considered any enjoyment. Besides, I’ve got to attend chess club later. It’s the time for tryouts.”

“You hate chess; you already got into guides.”

“No…”

“Please? For your brother?”

“No…”

He suddenly grabbed her in a tight bear hug. “Hey stop it! You’re making a scene!”

“If you don’t want to attract attention…” but we were already in the lift. Within two minutes, he managed to drag me inside our place and threw me down into one of our chairs.

Present time…

“Mmmp…” she groaned through the gag.

“Sorry, cant hear you…” he called, looking up from his homework. “Whymummphuopenmyl” she cried but he ignored me. What she meant was was it necessary to stretch my legs open to reveal my you know what. Ok, like every good school girl, she was wearing my PE shorts underneath for practical and modesty purposes but the was she was forced to sit, the edge of my white panties might visible. Just as she was about to protest again, the doorbell rang…

TBC

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