Tie Up Novels & Stories

Apart from a few hours of sleep,Mia spent all her time pouring out all her digital media. Three days later, she was finally able to send a final design to the client. The bespoke ensemble consisted of a double breasted, gray jacket with matching trousers, an immaculate white dress shirt, and a skinny black tie. A silver tie clip completed the outfit. Over the course of her work, Mia had presumed that this client must be young, probably around her age or so. After all her designs did not appeal to the more mature demographics, but young professionals who liked to look smart and fashionable at the same time.

Micah’s POV I stand in front of the mirror, holding the silky strip of fabric in my hands like it's an alien artifact. The tie, a seemingly simple accessory, has become my nemesis this morning. I pull one end tighter, trying to mimic the tutorial I half-heartedly watched earlier. My reflection betrays me, showing a skewed and lopsided knot that looks more like modern art gone wrong than a professional tie.

"First, we're going to tie you up. Make sure you can't move while we use you." I hear the sound of fabric sliding, and then Richard is there with his tie — expensive silk, navy blue — wrapping it around my wrists, binding them together behind my back. "Ethan," he says. "Your tie too." Ethan produces his own tie — lighter blue, equally expensive — and they work together to bind me more thoroughly. One tie around my wrists. The other looped through it and tied to the leg of the desk, keeping me bent over, unable to rise, completely helpless.

But as long as they continue talking to each other they knew that they were going to make it in a way that most people didn't have the opportunity to. “well here's to the ties that bind us.” Jonathan said as he kissed her again, “you never have to fear telling me that you're pregnant with our children. Whether it be one or nine it really doesn't matter not to me at least. Because they are everything that will bind you to me and me to you for the rest of our lives and beyond though. I'm extremely lucky to have found you when I did. I wouldn't change anything in our lives and that I love you more than anything else could possibly be.” “to the ties that bind us forever and eternity.”

When he saw Niya moving he immediately grabbed her and forced her back down on the bed, he softly whispered in her ear, “Doctor said you can’t move for at least a week otherwise your stitches may open.” Niya trembled because of the warmness of his breath near her ear. She was a little confused, she thought, ‘What stitches is he talking about and why he is so gentle to me?’. Suddenly the memories of the birthday party night appeared in her mind. With memories came the pain, and with pain came the sadness. She tried her best to push Adam away, but when Adam saw her struggling, he panicked. He sat behind her and grabbed her more tightly to prevent her stitches to open.

“I’ll pay her two million dollars. But I want a legal document—a consent form, airtight—that makes it binding. After the payment, if she ever demands another cent, no matter the evidence she claims to have, I can sue her for double. I want it so tight she won’t be able to breathe through a loophole.” Michael was silent for a moment, then I heard the click of his pen. “Interesting. You want to flip the trap. Fine. It can be done. We’ll draft it as a settlement agreement. Payment for permanent release of claims. She signs, she’s bound. She violates it, you drag her to court and bleed her instead.”

"Ignore it." I bring the working ends of the rope down to his wrists and execute a single-column tie, wrapping the rough red jute securely around the pale skin over his pulse points. I lock the friction hitch. I step around to his front. The stark contrast of the rough red jute biting into his pale skin forces a harsh, ragged breath out of my chest. Seeing him completely immobilized like this strips every ounce of civilization right out of me, dropping a heavy, hot spike of arousal straight into my gut.

It was hard for him to say this because he was in a lot of pain, but he really wanted to know. ‘You’ll see,’ said Bobby. ‘You can fight back.’ ‘I’m trying,’ said Mitch and he did pull around some. ‘What are you doing?’ By now, Bobby had looped the rope around Mitch’s other wrist. He ran it down around Mitch’s ankles, then back up to the first wrist, where he tied it off. When he was finished, Mitch was sitting with his legs folded under him, his wrists and ankles tied behind him. He was all trussed up and completely at Bobby’s mercy.

I then hold the narrow end down with my other hand. I then wrap the wide end over the narrow end and created a loop in front of the unfinished tie knot. I loop the wide end of the tie through the gap between the unfinished tie knot and his collar. Then take this wide end of the tie and pull it through the loop I created. I pull it tight, center it between the collars, and flip the collar back down. I adjusted his collar as well and looked at him. “Done,” I spoke. He just smiled at me and lean-to gives me a peck. I smiled at what he did.

After a while of walking and talking about stars, they both reach the junction where they both part ways to their various homes. Ok fine. So we part here, says Gilbert, as they reach their point of separation. This point of separation, they nicknamed “The Punisher’s junction”, as the punisher had been their best movie since they were just thirteen and four years after didn’t change that. This was the first point they discovered they both loved the movie. “I’ll see you tomorrow then”. Gilbert says as he sends his hand to greet. “Yeah” sending his hand smiling. They had their routine of imitating Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith’s style of greeting which was done at the Karate Kid ending scene. Aft