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Thu Jan 29 12:21:43 Est 1998

Welcome to my site! I can't wait to read your stories...

Canuck

Thu Jan 29 11:28:58 Hora estándar de México 1998

It is great that you put this page up Canuck!
There are lots of us who also enjoy girls binding boys stories also.
I will post soon some soon.
Congratulations!

Exacta

Thu Jan 29 12:39:20 Est 1998

To get things moving, I will repost a story that I first posted on Bob's site in December:

When I was around twelve, I used to hang out a lot with Isabelle, the girl who lived just up the street from me. On one occasion, I got to tie her up (but she also got even with me on the same day). Here’s how it all happened:

We were playing football in her backyard. Isabelle was not a tomboy, but she never minded playing rough sports with me. Clouds were moving in, and it got colder (it was in September, and I live in Canada), so she decided to go get a sweater in her house. We were also thirsty, so she offered to get us something to drink at the same time, so I followed her.

The house was empty; Isabelle's folks were going to be gone all evening, as was her sixteen year old sister, Geneviève. Isabelle and I were good friends and had known each other since kindergarten, so her parents trusted us and left us alone for the evening. We were going to hang out there until eleven or so when her parents would come back.
.../

Canuck100

Thu Jan 29 12:40:51 Est 1998

/...
We took care of our thirst first, and then headed for the basement, where her family kept all their winter stuff, like sweaters, mittens, scarves, in a small storage room made of cedar wood. We got in the walk-in closet, and Isabelle located the sweater she wanted under a big pile of woolly items. She asked me to hold the pile while she took her sweater, but a wool scarf fell in the process. While I was still holding the pile of sweaters, she picked up the scarf that had fallen on the ground. She then stopped and smiled at me. Without any warning, she encircled my wrists, trying to tie me up. But I was a lot stronger than she was, so I dropped all the sweaters I was holding, struggled a little bit and managed to get free. I wrestled her to the ground, and then put my knees outside her legs and, holding each wrist tightly, pinned her down. It took me no time to roll her over onto her stomach, wrestle her arms behind her back and quickly loop the scarf around her wrists. I tied her wrists tightly, and then went to the closet to get another scarf to tie her ankles with.

Just when I finished tying the last knot, we heard footsteps upstairs, and then heard the voice of her sister, Geneviève, and two of her girlfriends, Marie-Ève and Stéphanie. They were not supposed to be there until much later, but here they were. Before I had any time to react, Isabelle started yelling that she needed some help. I tried to clamp my hand over her mouth, but it was to late, the damage had been done, they had heard her and were coming to her rescue. Within moments they were coming down the stairs and towards me. They saw that I was holding Isabelle. First, they stood there looking at us with a look of horror, and then one of amusement.
.../

Canuck (cont)

Thu Jan 29 12:41:20 Est 1998

/...
Before I knew what was happening the three of them had set upon me. "Get his arms," Isabelle ordered. I fought my best, bust there were three of them and before I knew it they had me pinned down. Marie-Ève and Stéphanie held my arms while Geneviève untied Isabelle, and went to the closet. She came out with at least ten scarves of various length.

While the girls held my arms, she kneeled down, putting one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. They held my wrists together and before I knew it I felt her tying the scarf tightly around my wrists. She picked up another scarf off the ground and used it to bind my ankles together, like I had done to Isabelle. I protested, telling them that Isabelle had started it. Isabelle smiled, and said I was talking too much. The next thing I know she is putting a fuzzy mitten in my mouth, and covering it tightly with a scarf. I tried to move my mouth around enough to break the seal, but it was secure. The only noise that would escape was a muffled mmmpphhh. The whole time they were laughing and teasing me. I tried to squirm free and beg to release, but the bonds held tight.
.../

Canuck100 (cont)

Thu Jan 29 12:41:55 Est 1998

/...
They tested my bonds and commented on what a nice job they had done of securing me. I kept squirming trying to get free, pleading to them with my eyes to let me go. Instead, they took the scarves that were scattered on the ground, and used them to tie my knees and my arms together, restricting my movements even further. They took a last one and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes.

So there I was, bound, blindfolded and gagged, lying on the floor. They took a thick blanket out of the closet, rolled me in it and then sat on me. They kept me tied up for an hour at least, and it seemed like eternity to me. They were watching television, and from time to time they would come to me and tickle me or make fun of me in some way or another. They finally released me, but only after they made me promise not to bother any of them again. Wanting to get free, I agreed, but I eventually got my revenge… but that’s a story that I will tell some other time…

Canuck100 (cont)

Thu Jan 29 12:10:30 Hora estándar de México 1998

When I was about 11 years of age, I used to live very close by to my cousin Ramon's house. Ramon (12) had 2 sisters Monica (17) and Alex (15).
When I arrived Ramon's step mother told me he was in his room playing with his sisters. When i came in his room i saw Monica and her best friend Ivonne (17) but I did not see Ramon. I asked them where he was and they told me they had a surprise for me. They opened the closet's door and there was Ramon, hog tied and very tightly gagged with scarfs. All i could hear from him where little moans when he saw me. I told Ivonne and Monica it was very funny but that they should untie him. Ivonne told Monica to grab me and she did. She grabbed my arms from behind and kept me like that. I started screaming for my step aunt to help me but inmediatley Ivonne put her hand over my mouth and told me that no one else should hear what was going on. Alex, my other cousin came in and Monica told her to go get some more rope. She did. Alex and Monica tied my wrists elbows and ankles while Ivone kept her hand over my mouth. They where hog tying me on the bed and at that point my step aunt came in. She looked surprised and asked what was going on. I thought at that piont that i was saved from the situation i was in, but at that point Ivonne said that we where playing and that they just couldn't keep me quiet! My step aunt said " Use scarfs girls "! I was astonished and could not belive what they where saying! She gave them advice for my gag insted of rescuing me! Alex said they had run out of scarfs and my step aunt said she would be right back. She came inside the room again but with several scarfs in her hand. As Ivonne took her hand off my mouth, my step aunt stuffed a scarf inside my mouth, I dindn't have time to complain. Then Ivonne grabbed another scarf and put it over my lips and around my head to keep me from spitting it out. I was bound and gagged by older girls and left there along with my cousin.

My step aunt said joking that we would be quiet for a couple of minutes. They all went aout of the room and left us there helpless.

My cousin couldn't do a thing but I was managing to get the gag off my mouth.
15 minuted later I got the gag out and startet screaming for Monica to come untie us (Big mistake ) Ivonne came in with my step aunt. she Stuffed the scarf I had spit out in my mouth again and held it here covering my mouth with her hand. She told my step aunt "You see This kid just can not be silenced". My step aunt laughed and went out of the room. Meanwhile Ivonne was telling me to be quiet and to be still. My aunt came back with some medical tape, Put a wide strip over my lips and Ivonne put another scarf around my head over that.
Ivonne said "That will keep you quiet sweetie". They left again.
15 minutes later they all came back and untied us, they where all laughing about it. My cousin Ramon who though he was GI joe all tthe time thought is was like an adventure. I on the other hand enjoyed it, but I did not tell anyone I did :)

This was my first real bondage experience. Hope you liked it. And I will wait for other posts from you all.

Thanks again Canuck for this great place!

exacta

Thu Jan 29 22:09:10 GMT 1998

Congratulations, great idea for a page. I am flattered that you chose to thank me.

bob857
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857
bob857@hotmail.com

Sun Feb 01 01:35:34 Est 1998

To get us started, I will post some stories that I found on the newsgroups. Here's the first one:

I think I started this in 5 or 6 grade, I used to hang out with this VERY pretty girl my age and her sister (2years younger) we were bored one day, so I suggested we play a little game, I call it Harry "Houdini Hide-N-Seek" it has the same rules as hide and seek, accept inside on counting to 25 or whatever, the person would be tied up while everyone went to hide. The first person found, would be the next person to be tied up, we experimented with other games like seeing who could escape the quickest and stuff like that, after a while the girls got bored of this game, cause everytime I tied them up, they could never free themselves.

Canuck100

Sun Feb 01 17:40:39 Pacific Standard Time 1998

When I was twelve I would get errections when I saw people on TV getting tied up with tape and rope. I thought this looked fun so I suggested to my group of friends that we should try this the next time we play cops and robbers. We didn't know what to use so I went to my dad's toolroom and found a couple of rolls of duct tape. This will do fine. While we were playing I would get captured on purpose so I could be tied up. They would start by wrapping my ankles together and then move to my wrists behind my back. At that age we didn't fully understand the strength of duct tape, because we would wrap around and around and around. So much was used to bind my arms. Strips were also wrapped around my elbows, pulling them together. Now time for my mouth. Multiple layers were placed over my lips to keep my silence. I loved the sound that it made when it's pulled off the roll. To finish me off they would wrap an ace bandage around my eyes and leave me there for my teamates to rescue me.

Alex
shyguy_1998

Sun Feb 01 23:48:30 Eastern Standard Time 1998

Here's my story. If someone enjoys it, cool.

I used to spend a lot of time at my friend Paul's house. Paul had two younger sisters and a friend who lived around the block. I'd sleep over, and often Paul was so preoccupied with his computer, or his role-playing game books, or some other project, to know what was going on elsewhere in the house, and he'd also sleep late, so he never knew what happened early in the mornings when I slept over...

Tying up Paul's sisters was really nothing new to me; I did it often, and I still have fond memories of these girls bound in their nightshirts and little nighties and things--tied to beds, tied to chairs, hung up in closets, you name it. I still see them--they're now in their early 20's, and still very pretty--and occasionally, they mockingly remind me of how "terrified" they supposedly were by my holding them captive--always with a wry smile.

Anyway, one time, they turned the tables on me, big time. I was sleeping over, in one of Paul's sister's beds. (They always gave up their beds for company--sweet girls. But this time they had a sneaky reason!) I'd heard the younger one, Ellie, slip into the room to retrieve some things from her closet--yarn for her crocheting, apparently. I saw this as a golden opportunity, and acted startled. "What are you going to do with that yarn!?" I said, pretending to be groggy. "Should I be worried?"

(continued)

Mon Feb 02 00:06:41 Eastern Standard Time 1998

Ellie looked at me thoughtfully. She was a cute little blonde of about 13 (I was 16) and she was wearing a cute little blue nightie with a great deal of confidence. I said, "Well, I'm not too worried, because if you tied me up, I could get loose anyway."

Ellie was not one to refuse a challenge. Wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, I sat on the edge of the bed, trembling, while Ellie slowly and methodically crossed my wrists in front of me and wrapped several feat of yarn around them, culminating in a couple of little knots.

Youngster that she was, she didn't do a very good job, but I played helpless. "Ellie, I can still get up--maybe you should tie my hands to the bed." She did so, quickly, with more yarn, and before I knew it I was lying, face-down, on her bed, with my wrists tied to the long bar at the foot of the bed.
(continued)

James C.

Mon Feb 02 00:12:33 Eastern Standard Time 1998

So, I got into position, making sure my arms were stretched out a bit. She tied my ankles together with some yarn, too, but not very effectively.

Ellis then ran out of the room, and I heard her in the hallway. "Jenny, Lora--come see what I did!" The older sister Jenny and her friend Lora walked in and saw me--I felt humiliated, but also thrilled. I tugged at my wrist-ropes, which were too loose, and made a real show of it. Quickly, Jenny and Lora and Ellie all swung into action. As they added new bonds to my ankles, I craned around to try to see what they were doing. Their response to this was to blindfold me! As I struggled some more, Jenny told Lora, "Sit on him!" and Ellie said, "Get his knees." With that, my knees were tied. I felt ropes winding around my ankles, my knees, my wrists, and suddenly I was pulled taut--somehow, these three girls, using yarn and bed linens and whatever else was available, had rigged something to the bedposts so that when I tugged my ankles, my wrists would tighten, and vice-versa! It was quite a feat, and since I was blindfolded, I'm still not sure how they did it.

Enjoying this immensely, especially all these pretty women working their way up and down my body, I started to squirm a lot and taunt them. "Gag him!" one of them said, and there was suddenly a huge bedsheet tied in my mouth. (As if it weren't already dry.)

They took some time to admire their handiwork and tickled and spanked me a tiny bit (although I guess they weren't about to do more), I could hear them--but couldn't move (because it only made me more uncomfortable), couldn't speak, and couldn't see. The two older girls gave Ellie strict orders to guard me, and then they left.

Ellie was very sweet to me--at one point, she even ungagged me and brought me a glass of water (which only made my sense of captivity that much stronger!).

James C.

Mon Feb 02 00:23:30 Eastern Standard Time 1998

At this point, I really couldn't escape--I was tied up with every imaginable implement. I enjoyed it, but eventually, Ellie cut me loose--a process which took scissors and a LOT of time and which left my wrists very pleasantly sore. I took my revenge on those girls again and again and again, over time...but that's another story. :) The whole experience was very thrilling, especially hearing them talk about me, hearing their obvious enjoyment at binding and gagging me, and of course the obligatory kidnapper-speak like "You'll never get loose now, heh heh heh" as I mpphed behind the big gag in my mouth. And to this day I still like to be tied up by girls just as much as I like to tie them up. I have Ellie and Jenny and Lora to thank for that.

(for what it's worth, Ellie, who's now 22, smacks me in the rear end whenever I see her.)

James C.

James C.

Mon Feb 02 00:28:37 Eastern Standard Time 1998

I also want to add that pages like this one and Bob857's are very useful, because they address the nature of these experiences as playful, flirtatious, mostly innocent, consenting, and FUN. I'm not into 99% of the bondage stuff on the Internet because it all seems so cruel and harsh, and I'd never in my life hurt or demean someone like that--so thanks, guys, for this forum! You've given those of us who are a lot "softer" a voice amidst all the explicit stuff which makes a little hobby like this look so bad. (Do people agree? I'd be curious to hear.)

James C.

Mon Feb 02 16:49:56 1998

I agree, it can be fun when it is innocent and consenting, and it is VERY disgusting what is on some of those sites out there. Nice site you all got here, thanks.

TC

Mon Feb 2 22:51:21 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 1 of 8)

This is a follow-up to my last posting to Bob857's page (http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857/).

In that story I related how, as kids, my friend Bob and I successfully tied up his sister Jill. The tying up of Jill was accomplished with wool scarves and an astonishing degree of assistance from Bob and Jill's Mum. This is the story of Jill's revenge on both of us.

Bob and I were very good friends, both at the same school but not in the same class - I was about 10 at this time (winter 1965-66) and Bob about a year older. We spent a lot of time together and in particular we had some TV programmes which we liked to watch together. One regular favourite was on Saturday mornings at about 9:30 (I can't now recall what it was, but suspect it was re-runs of Gerry Anderson's 'Fireball XL5' or something like that). Most Saturdays I would go round to Bob's house or he would come round to mine.

One of those Saturday mornings, I went to Bob's house. I remember that it was snowing and that by the time I got there I was beginning to regret my decision to go on my bicycle - the road conditions were getting a little scary. Anyway, I followed the usual routine of going round to the back door. I rang the back door bell and went straight in - most friends of the family did this, the ring on the bell was just to alert folks to the presence of a visitor. I lifted my bike inside the scullery to let it dry off and kicked off my Wellington boots. I had unzipped my jacket and was unwinding my scarf from around my face as I walked through the door from the scullery into the kitchen.

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:52:30 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 2 of 8)

I stopped dead with surprise as soon as I was into the kitchen. In front of me, in the middle of the kitchen, was Bob, tightly tied to a chair with woollen scarves and gagged. He tried to shout to me through his gag, but I was too stunned to react to anything and just stood there staring at him as Bob's older sister Jill (aged about 12) and his Mum appeared from either side of the doorway I had just walked through. Bob's Mum removed my jacket and scarf and Jill pushed a chair up behind me, sitting me down on it. Jill put a pair of dry mittens on my hands and it was at this point that I realised what was happening - in our tying up games, Bob, Jill and I always arranged for the victim being tied up to wear gloves or mittens to protect wrists from chafing.

It slowly dawned on me that struggling might be a really good move at this point, but everything was happening too fast. Bob and Jill's Mum had produced a woollen stocking with which she quickly and efficiently tied my wrists in front of me. The stocking was passed twice round my wrists and twisted round to cinch the coils together between them. Interestingly, it was tied off with a bow knot, shoelace style.

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:53:01 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 3 of 8)

While her Mum tied my wrists, Jill had looped a long scarf around my chest and arms, just above elbow level, tying me back into the chair. The chair I was sitting in was one of two small classroom-type chairs which Bob and Jill had as desk chairs in their bedrooms. The chairs had diecast metal legs, with no bracing between them, a plywood seat and a plywood backrest, with about a 9 inch gap between backrest and seat. The backrest was supported by two more diecast metal members and, because of their spacing, the backrest stuck out beyond them by about an inch each side. The scarf Jill had just tied round me was positioned below backrest level and this overhang each side effectively prevented the bonds from being worked upwards towards my shoulders.

Bob and Jill's Mum turned her attention to my legs. She placed my legs so that they were positioned outside the front legs of the chair. She tied each ankle to a chair leg and tied each knee by looping a scarf over my thigh above knee level and under the chair seat, passing it behind the chair leg. The knee bonds were wrapped round twice and knotted about chair seat level on the outside face of each of my knees (the relevance of this detail will become apparent later). Tying up both Bob and me was clearly a strain on the family's supply of scarves, as I noted that woollen stockings had been used instead to tie my ankles.

Jill completed the tying up with another long scarf which passed over my lap and under the chair seat, pinning my bound wrists down and eliminating any chance of lifting the knot that bound them up to my mouth. She was careful to place the knot on this scarf well out of reach, below the chair seat.

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:53:28 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 4 of 8)

All this tying had been done incredibly fast, probably being accomplished in under two minutes (as compared with the twenty minutes or so it had taken Bob and me to tie up Jill, even with help from their Mum). The moves appeared to have been well rehearsed.

Bob and Jill's Mum now produced a yellow cotton duster and quickly cleave gagged me with it. As she picked it up I noticed that it had not only already been folded on the diagonal and then folded into a strip about an inch wide, but it appeared to have been ironed like that - talk about being prepared!

Once the activity had subsided, I took stock of Bob's and my situation. Now that I studied them, Bob's bonds were identical to mine - he was on a chair the twin of mine and had been tied up in exactly the same pattern. The silence was broken by Bob and Jill's Mum saying, 'Hey, it's nearly half past nine, the boys will miss their TV programme.' Jill and her Mum had clearly also rehearsed this stage. Jill's Mum stood behind Bob's chair and tipped it back towards her while Jill stood in front and grabbed the chair's front legs as they came up, then they carried Bob on his chair out of the room. While they were out of the room, I engaged in some frantic wriggling, but quickly concluded that a more scientific approach would be needed.

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:53:53 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 5 of 8)

Jill and her Mum carried me out of the kitchen in the same way as they had Bob and took me through to the sitting room, where the TV was. On the way, we passed through the hallway, where Bob and Jill's father was preparing some woodwork for painting. As I was carried past him, bound and gagged, he bade me a cheery 'Good morning!', quite unperturbed. Bob and I were placed in front of the TV and, as we had little option, we sat there and watched our usual programme. The critical parts of the tying must have been done quite expertly, as I don't remember any serious discomfort during this period.

After the end of the TV program, Jill and her Mum returned to the sitting room and announced that, the way we had been tied up, we could escape quite easily if we could work out how and if we helped each other.

Our first discovery was that we could manoeuvre our chairs quite easily with a little foot shuffling. My first thought was to see if we could untie each other's wrists. If you recall, they had been tied with an inviting bow knot - pull an end to untie and then wriggle the cinch loose to get free. However, we discovered that neither of us had enough freedom of movement to reach the other's wrist binding. Basically our legs, which were tied outside the chair legs, prevented our getting the chairs close enough together. I discovered, though, that I could get one hand onto the knot securing one of Bob's knees, and the knot, if you recall, was placed on the outside face of the knee. However, I couldn't get the knot loose, which I was trying to do with one thumb, as I was wearing mittens. Bob, on the other hand, was wearing gloves, so had a little more scope for movement and was able to free one of my knees - progress at last!

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:54:21 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 6 of 8)

The progress didn't seem to get us far though, I discovered that, even with my knee free, I couldn't get my leg out of the way. I had expected just to be able to move my leg round to the front of the chair leg, but the shape of the leg casting was a fluid 1960's sort of design with a concave face to the outside, which cupped my ankle just sufficiently to prevent it moving. After some more wriggling, I discovered the solution by accident. With my knee free, it was now possible to tip the chair slightly sideways, while still keeping my foot flat on the floor and doing so simply lifted the chair leg out of the bonds round my ankle - one completely free leg!

We were at last able to proceed methodically. We shuffled the chairs together again and this time, I could get close enough to apply both thumbs to untying one of Bob's knees. Bob immediately freed his ankle as I had done and we shuffled the chairs together the vital extra few inches. Bob could now reach the knot on my wrists and quickly untied the bow. With my hands free, I could take off my mittens and untie Bob's wrists. We could get our forearms out from under the scarves across our laps and, with relief, we were now able to pull our gags down out of our mouths.

We were on the home straight now. We could each get our own other leg free. We then moved our chairs again, so that Bob could reach the knot on the scarf securing my arms and chest. While he did that, I moved my lap bonds (now loose) round to get at the knot and untie it. Once I was completely free, I stood up (a little shakily) and finished untying Bob.

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:54:54 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 7 of 8)

Unbeknown to us, most of this performance had been witnessed by Jill and her Mum, who had been watching through the crack of the sitting room door. They came back into the room just as Bob was standing up after I finished freeing him.

Discussing the experience afterwards, we discovered that Jill had approached her Mum immediately after the escapade of being tied up by Bob and me. As her Mum had helped us so much on that occasion, Jill appealed to her sense of fairness to help with a suitable revenge. The tie up used had been devised by Bob and Jill's Mum who also thought up the idea of making it a bondage 'puzzle'. Jill and her Mum had put a lot of preparation into the whole scheme; Jill's Mum had tried out the tie up on Jill to see if it would work and they had practised on each other to get the moves right and make the whole process as fast as possible. And, yes, they had actually pre-folded and ironed the gags.

The tricky bit from their point of view had been timing - my arrival time on a Saturday morning was quite variable and could range from 9:00 right up to just before 9:30. Also when it snowed that morning, they were uncertain as to whether I would come around at all. They didn't want to have to tie Bob up too far in advance of my arrival, but also didn't want to risk my arriving before they had tied him.

McA

Mon Feb 2 22:55:21 UTC 1998

Jill's Revenge (part 8 of 8)

The solution was simple. The front of my house was just visible from their attic window, and, although the houses were only a few hundred yards apart as the crow flies, the route by road was nearly a mile. Jill kept a look out at that window and as soon as she saw me leave the house, she rushed down to the kitchen shouting, 'Your friend's here!' to Bob and as he followed her into the kitchen, Jill and her Mum ambushed him, just as they later did me. Bob had, therefore only been tied up for two or three minutes when I was captured.

Bob and I felt that we had been paid back rather more than we deserved for tying up Jill. We also felt that Bob and Jill's Mum's participation had been a little too overwhelming. We did eventually get our revenge on each of them, but those are different stories.

McA

Mon Feb 02 18:04:57 1998

Hey...JR here...(aka Jeff). Seems Canuck and I started "girls tie boys" pages right at the same time...I did not even know of this page til he emailed me. Anyway...I do have one story posted on my page...but no more will be going there for a while. We don't need two similar pages when we can all work together and make this a great page! It's about time!

Love the stories so far....Exacta...yours I really liked(have a thing for tape gags..since this is what was mostly used on and used by me in my youth and to this day). Will be posting a few stories here soon.

Also...there are som pretty good women tie men stories on "The Scarf Web Site"

http://www.microtec.net/~micmac/sws/

Check it out!

Talkin at ya'll soon

JR
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwR412/index-2.html
Bondage24U@aol.com

Mon Feb 02 18:14:15 1998

Hey, Canuck100 what newsgroup did you
find those posts on?

TC

Mon Feb 02 22:59:59 Est 1998

Exacta, Alex, James C., McA, great stories! And I agree with James: your stories are much more interesting than most of the bondage stuff we see on the net.

Please contribute again soon!

And to answer TC's question: I found both stories on alt.sex.bondage. They were posted last summer, but they are still in the archives at Dejanews. Try looking for "childhood AND bondage AND (experiences OR games). If I remember well, that's how I found them.

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Tue Feb 3 10:12:38 CST 1998

I love this page and also Bob's page. I wish I could have been in some of your places for my childhood. I knew I liked seeing women tied up, but I would rather be tied up by them than tie them up. I was tied up once during a cowboy game by my sister and her friends. It was really tight and I was gagged and blindfolded. I remember thinking this is really great. My mom interupted the game and it didn't happen anymore. Now my beautiful wife does the tying and gagging. Thanks for all your hard work in posting the stories and keeping this page up. I look forward to reading more.

mike
mimede@usit.net

JAMES C.

Would you please post some stories of you tying and gagging your friend's sisters? You can post them to Bob's page (link below). Thank you in advance.

Ty Herup
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857/gb.htm

Tue Feb 03 21:08:51 1998

When I was a boy, this 17 year old girl who used to babysit for me LOVED to tickle me, especially because I was so ticklish. Sometimes she'd pin me down and tickle me until I agreed to let her tie me up. Can you imagine what she used to do to me then! I'm talking tickle torture. Anyone else experience tickling while tied? Do tell all.

Bill
Bill1000@hotmail.com

Thu Feb 05 16:54:21 1998

I remember a very interesting story... I was about 13 or so, and one of my sisters' friends came over, a boy around her age (2-3 years younger than me) We were talking about random stuff, and somehow he challanged me if I could tie him up, not with just anything, but (here's where it gets unique) his bicycle chain and lock. The thing was less than 2 feet long, heavy chain wrapped in plastic with a large lock at the end. I accepted the bet, and took the key from him, thinking of how I could do this. Eventually I led him outside and had him stand against the pole that holds up the basketball basket in our driveway. The pole was maybe 2 inches or so thick and metal. With his nose to the pole I wrapped the chain around his neck, under his chin, and the pole. It went around once, with an inch or so free room so he would not be too uncomfortable. I locked the lock on, and within a few minutes of trying he realized he couldn't get loose, just stand there with his nose touching the pole, ramrod straight. He couldn't sit down because the chain locked under his chin, and above his shoulders. It must have looked like a strange site to passers by, and stuff... I didn't do anything else, just left him there for maybe 15 minutes or so. I put the key about 4 feet or so from him on the ground just to prove I won the bet.

Later when I returned to free him I saw him still standing there, nose to pole, standing ramrod straight, (I guess he figured out that it was hopeless, and just waited), and asked me to release him, and I did.

How about that? No ropes around the wrists, ankles or whatever, just a chain around the neck, wrapped once, and locked around the pole. He didn't even have a mark on his neck, since the chain was plastic, which I thought was odd, because it was a really heavy duty chain.

He often did after that challenge me to tie him up and see if he could escape many times after that, but that was the most memorable experience.

Anonymous

Thu Feb 05 18:04:07 1998

I love this page! JRs page is good too...loved his story. I am mostlly sub...but have tied a few boys in my day. Will post soon!

Amy
TapedAmy@aol.com

Thu Feb 05 18:25:48 1998

Also...looking for trading partners with pics of tape gags...Ill return all!

Amy
TapedAmy@aol.com

Fri Feb 6 08:22:07 UTC 1998

Retribution (Part 1 of 4)

This is a follow-up to my last posting to Bob857's page (http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857/).

In that story I described how my friend Bob (age 11), his sister Jill (12) and I (10) had tied up Bob and Jill's Mum. As it turned out, she was really annoyed by our action and we retired to bed in disgrace (I was staying the night with them).

On the Saturday morning, when I woke up, I was surprised to find that the door of the spare room, where I was sleeping, was locked from the outside. It was a cold morning, so I retreated back to bed. A few minutes later, the door opened and Bob and Jill's Mum looked it. I judged her mood still to be quite stern (not surprising after what we had done to her the previous evening). 'Get up and get dressed quickly,' she said somewhat curtly. I did as I was told and then went to the bathroom to wash.

When I came out of the bathroom, Bob and Jill's Mum was standing on the landing waiting for me, looking grim and determined. She had a knotted woollen scarf in her hands. 'Hold your hands out,' she said. I hesitated. 'It's either this, or I tell your parents all about last night,' she continued. I decided I had no choice and held my hands out. She quickly put a thick wool sock over each of my hands then told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. As I did so, she tied my wrists surprisingly quickly and firmly. (I discovered later that the knotted scarf I had seen was a tomfool knot she had prepared, so she was able to bind my wrists just by pulling the loose ends tight and then knotting them.)

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:23:03 UTC 1998

Retribution (Part 2 of 4)

As I now anticipated, the next move was to gag me. She produced a folded yellow cotton duster and cleave gagged me with it. It must have been thicker than one I had previously been gagged with, because it was immediately uncomfortable, putting a strain on my jaw. Bob and Jill's Mum spotted my discomfort and removed the gag immediately. She disappeared briefly into her own bedroom and emerged with a large cotton headscarf which she folded and then used to cleave gag me with great care, ensuring that it was firmly into the corners of my mouth but that my lips were not being pinched against my teeth.

I was now firmly marched downstairs and into the sitting room. Bob and Jill were there already. They were sitting on the floor side by side, leaning against the front of the sofa with their legs stretched out in front of them and looking up at me anxiously. Both had their hands behind their back, presumably tied like mine. Both were gagged, Bob with a duster and Jill with a cotton scarf as I was. In addition, their knees were tied with woollen stockings and their ankles with scarves. (Jill also had a thick pair of socks on over her tights to protect her ankles from chafing.) I was made to sit down beside them and then my legs were tied too. I was wearing shorts and long socks, so Bob and Jill's Mum reversed the arrangement of bonds for me, using a thick woollen scarf (actually my own one) on my bare knees and a stocking on my ankles.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:23:35 UTC 1998

Retribution (Part 3 of 4)

My heart was pounding with anticipation as to what terrible punishment was to be meeted out (as if being tied up by one's best friend's mother wasn't enough). Bob and Jill's Mum now repositioned us, seating us all back to back in the middle of the floor, our bound legs radiating out from our bodies all propped against each other. She used scarves to tie pairs of adjacent elbows, so I had Jill on one side of me, with her shoulder leaning against mine and my elbow tied to hers and Bob similarly on the other side, with Jill and Bob's remaining elbows tied together behind me. To finish off, she produced two long scarves and tied one round us all at waist level and another at chest level.

Three more woollen stockings appeared and we were blindfolded with them. We then heard the TV being turned on. The nature of our punishment was now apparent - we had tied, gagged and blindfolded Bob and Jill's Mum during her favourite TV programme, she had done the same to us during Bob's and my favourite Saturday morning programme. (It wasn't actually Jill's favourite, but the point was understood.) She had also scared me silly in the build-up stages, and presumably the had done the same to the other two as well.

We engaged in a certain amount of testing each other's wrist bindings, but with socks over our hands, we couldn't do much. Besides, it seemed more appropriate to sit quietly and take our punishment. Towards the end of the programme we were hearing but not seeing, cooking smells began to be noticeable.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:23:58 UTC 1998

Retribution (Part 4 of 4)

As the programme finished, Bob and Jill's Mum returned to the sitting room. She removed our blindfolds then our gags. She grinned at us and said, 'I think we're about even now.' The atmosphere in the house was back to normal again. After we were freed we followed her into the kitchen, where an enormous breakfast was awaiting us.

If a Mum pulled a stunt like this today, she would probably end up in prison. This experience certainly made us more thoughtful about our actions and I don't think it did us any long-term damage. In fact, Bob and Jill's Mum had now achieved a sort of hero status with the three of us as being both a good sport and also as being the fount of all knowledge in relation to tying up. (Oddly enough, I don't remember us ever wondering just why she had this knowledge and such well honed bondage skills - maybe it's just part of a child's confidence that Mum knows everything about everything.)

On comparing notes, we discovered that Bob and Jill's Mum had adopted the same tactic against each of us. Bob had also woken to find his bedroom door locked while Jill had been woken by her Mum. (In their case, the threat used was to tell their father about the previous night's events.) Jill was ordered to dress and wash first, then tied up and gagged. Bob followed and I was the last. (This meant that Jill had been tied up over half an hour longer than me.) In each case, the wrists were tied in an instant using the tomfool knot.

We spent the rest of the morning learning and practising the use of the tomfool knot, which had been used on us with such devastating effect. Bob and I conceived a use for it, as we still had an outstanding grievance against Jill. I'll post that story on Bob857's page (http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857/).

McA

Tue Feb 10 09:59:10 Est 1998

Hey Canuck, great page! Since things have been quiet around here, I thought it was time I contributed my own story (names have been changed to protect the not so innocent!).

Even as a child, my favorite times were when I was caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians. Usually by Stephanie, the girl who lived just up the street from me. I always gave up much too easily. She knew it too, but she always seemed to get just as excited as I did at the prospect of capturing and binding me.

As we got older, we continued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians. I have a few memorable experiences, but one of them stands above the others. We were in the seventh grade. I was sneaking up on her trying to capture her and she turned around and jumped on me. The personal combat began jovially, but ended in serious struggle. At a certain point, I discovered that I wasn’t going to win. I strained to topple her, but I could not. I felt myself slipping and she wrestled me to the ground. She looked down at me from her position on top, in a strange female triumph. She was at this time several inches taller than me and weighed about 10-15 pounds more. She put her knees outside my legs and, holding each wrist tightly, pinned me down. She told me I had been "caught."

I could see a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and curiosity. She told me she would let me up if I promised to stay right where I was until she came back. I agreed and sat there waiting while she ran off into her house. She was gone about ten minutes and came back with a very long wool scarf and a piece of cord about four feet long.

David

Tue Feb 10 10:00:51 Est 1998

I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realized how attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of womanhood and her tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when I had just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was starting to think the same way.

She stepped over me and told me I was her prisoner and had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting one knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. She told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and down. I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the cord tightly around my wrists.

When we had played before, we had always tied each other loosely so that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew I was really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me, and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on her work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a knot. She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the soft scarf off the ground and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes. At first I could see around it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my wince gave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was convinced I couldn't see anything.

I asked her to take it off and untie me, and she reminded me that it was my idea to play in the first place. I agreed and began to feel a certain amount of excitement. I felt an erection growing in my jeans, which were old and fairly tight. I couldn't see what it looked like, but from Stephanie's giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told me that she always knew I liked playing Cowboys and Indians, but never knew I liked it THIS much, and laughed again. She grabbed the front of my sweater, and began tugging at it, signaling for me to follow her.

David

Tue Feb 10 10:01:43 Est 1998

I knew we were going inside, since we were playing in her backyard. Then it dawned on me, we were going into her house, I was going to be bound, and noticeably excited it front of her mother and older sister. I began to pull away, telling her to let me go. She told me no one was home, and not to worry. I still resisted, but much less. She backed me up and pushed me. I fell down, landing comfortably on the couch. She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere (as if I could!). I sat there still, wondering what she was up to. In a few minutes she returned and told me to stand, she wanted to take me upstairs to the bedroom. I agreed and followed her up, stumbling on the stairs several times as we walked. She pushed me again, and I fell on her bed. Her pushing me must have been a lot of fun for her, because each time she pushed me, she laughed a little to let me know she was enjoying it.

There I was, lying bound and blindfolded on Stephanie's bed. I begged with her, and pleaded to release me, I told her the game was over. She told me that the game was just beginning and that I was talking too much. The next thing I know she is putting a wide piece of tape over my mouth. The only noise that would escape was a mmmpph. I was embarrassed and humiliated, but loving it! I started kicking my legs to get free; Stephanie just grabbed some more cord, straddled me and tied my legs spread wide to the posts of her bed. The whole time she was laughing and teasing me, calling me Geronimo. I tried to squirm free and beg to release, but the bonds and tape held tight.

The phone rang, and Stephanie raced out the room leaving me there, still tied up.

She was gone for about 20 minutes, and when she came back she teased me a little bit more:

"Look at that. Just like I left you" she sneered.

She leaned down, removed the blindfold and gave me a kiss on the forehead. She told me that it was her friend Melissa on the phone, and that she might come over later in the afternoon. I was hoping that she would not keep me tied up until then! My head was buzzing, and I barely noticed Stephanie jump up and run out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The sound of footsteps coming up the driveway broke the spell.

David

Tue Feb 10 10:02:25 Est 1998

From the hallway I heard a second voice asking Stephanie what she was doing. Then the door swung open, and Stephanie's seventeen years old sister, Diana, stood there looking at me at first with a look of surprise, and then one of amusement. She burst into laughter. Stephanie's face was beet red.

"WHAT?! ... What are you DOING?!", she exclaimed, after she caught her breath again. "Steph,...", she was speechless. She was speechless, Stephanie was speechless and - boy was I speechless (and still gagged!).

"What is it, Diana?", an other voice called out from downstairs. That was Mark, Diana’s boyfriend. I recognized the voice. And I could hear his footsteps approaching as well.

"Look at this" she said to her boyfriend as he followed her into the room. They both giggled at my plight.

Diana asked Stephanie to explain what was going on. Sheepishly and with a great deal of reluctance and embarrassment Stephanie told her all about our game. Diana couldn't hold back her laughter, gave her little sister a hug telling her that it must run in the family and then smiled wickedly at Mark. His face turned beet red.

Diana stepped over to me and looked me up and down, tested my bonds and commented on what a nice job Stephanie had done of securing me, although she did think the gag was a bit excessive. I kept squirming trying to get free, pleading to them with my eyes to let me go. Finally, Diana and Mark left the room and closed the door.

David

Tue Feb 10 10:03:05 Est 1998

After that, Stephanie finally came over to me, but instead of removing the tape from my mouth and untying me, she took the soft scarf again and, despite the disapproving grunts that came from under the tape, put it back on my eyes, saying that she didn’t want me to see her while she was getting changed, but that she would take care of me right after. That just infuriated me. But there was nothing I could do, so I just laid there bound, gagged, blindfolded, still profoundly embarrassed by what had just happened.

After what seemed to be an eternity, she finally removed the scarf and quickly tore off the tape from my mouth. She then proceeded to untie me, which took ages since she had done such a great job tying the knots. She untied my hands last, as if she wanted to keep me prisoner a little bit longer. Stephanie, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, looked at me and asked me if I was mad at her. She was so cute that I couldn’t stay angry at her for long. It was an embarrassing experience, and yes, but I must admit that it would not have been so bad if her sister and her boyfriend had not seen me like this.

The final embarrassment came when I had to face Diana on my way out. She looked over at me and smiled. Diana told Stephanie that I looked very cute all tied up, and hoped we enjoyed ourselves. She also informed me that the phone call (the phone had rang while were still upstairs) was their mother, saying that her parents weren't going to be home tonight, they were planning a weekend with some neighbors. In fact, she told us, those neighbors were my parents and they wanted to know if it would be too much trouble if Diana could watch the house and babysit me for the weekend, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. Diana looked at the expression on my face. I couldn't believe it. She looked me square in the eye and said, with a big grin, "I'm sure it will be no trouble at all".

David

Tue Feb 10 20:20:32 GMT Standard Time 1998

McA: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! (And I claim my five pounds!)

I'm 'Jill' and I loved the trip down memory lane reading your tales of when the world was young and we wer carefree and innocent (well sort of). I'm going to show my mother the stories too. Mum is nearly 75 (few weeks to go) but hale and hearty and she's going to love reading them too. I'll think of a way of embarasing 'Bob ' with them too!

BTW I still keeep up an interest in the subject (how I found this site).

McA - could you give me your e-mail address?

I better prove who I am to McA.

1 There are 19 letters in your full name
2 My surname begins with B (actually it doesnt now but it did then)
3 The longest scarf was my school one and it was black green and yellow
4 your school scarf was red and grey

I'll write a longer contribution offline and post it another day

Gillian B

Tue Feb 10 22:09:46 UTC 1998

Gillian! (All credentials check out.)

I'm totally gobsmacked. I last saw you in er, um, 1968? and you turn up here.

I'm not going to post my e-mail address here, but this is how to find it:

- go to www.dejanews.com
- go to Search Filter
- put uk.* in the newsgroups field
- put just my surname in the author field
- once you have the filter, search for *
- you'll get matches to just two individuals - it's obvious which is me
- look at the sig block on any posting and you'll have my e-mail address.

(Sorry folks, that was way off topic.)

McA

Tue Feb 10 17:55:56 1998

My first bondage experience happened when I was ten years old back in 1975. That summer, my parents sent me off to my Aunt Jean's house for two weeks. My Aunt Jean had four kids: Keith 14, Donna 11, Shirley 9, and George, 5. My Uncle Steve worked all day, and my Aunt Jean would often go off on what she called errands for several hours during the day. She left the younger kids--including me--in the "care" of Keith, which was like leaving the fox in charge of the hen house.

One day, after Keith abruptly left us to fend for ourselves, we decided to go swimming in the back yard pool. But if I recall correctly, we were unable to use the pool that day because the water filter had broken. It was an extremely warm July day (with no air conditioning in the house), so we decided to just hang out in our bathing suits.
Eventually, boredom led to us playing a haphazard game where we tried to hit each other with the ends of our towels. Donna and Shirley were much better at this than I was, they had wet their towels down and were able to land some stinging shots on my bare back and chest.

I retreated to the rec room in the basement, where I pulled a length of clothesline rope from a shelf in the utility closet. Both Donna and Shirley immediately started shouting "No fair! No fair!" Before I could untangle the rope to use against them, they rushed me and grabbed it from my hands. I was then surprised when Donna, standing behind me, suddenly grabbed my arms and held them behind my back.

"Give me the rope," she said to Shirley.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Making sure you don't cause any more trouble," she said.

Then Donna bound my wrists together behind my back with the rope.
.../

Doug
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Tue Feb 10 18:10:13 1998

/...(continued)
The irony of this was that I had been planning to use the rope to tie up Donna and Shirley. But to my own surprise, I did not fight this interesting turn of events. When my hands were securely bound behind my back, Donna firmly placed her hand at the nape of my neck and made me walk over to the rec room sofa, where I was forced to sit down.

Shirley then eagerly knelt before me and tied my ankles together with more clothesline rope.

As I sat there bound hand and foot, I remember saying something to the effect that my parents weren't rich, so they might as well forget about this crazy kidnapping plot.

Donna just stared at me critically, then shook her head. "Not enough," she said. She told her sister that she wanted my legs up on the sofa.

After much fumbling--and with some help from Donna and Shirley--I found myself lying on the sofa on my right side, with my back facing the girls. Then Donna knelt before me and wrapped a new length of rope vertically over the bonds of my hands. I made a joking comment about how she was never satisfied.

"He talks too much," Shirley said to Donna. "I'm gonna get a gag for him."

As Shirley ran into the laundry room to retrieve my gag, Donna bound my hands to my feet. I was effectively hog-tied.
.../

Doug
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Tue Feb 10 18:14:03 1998

/...
Shirley came back with two white andkerchiefs. One was wrapped around my head in a cleave gag, while the other was used to blindfold me. The gag really wasn't sufficient
enough to prevent me from talking. But I acted as if it was by keeping quiet.
I heard George say, "He can't move at all!"
There was some giggling. Then I heard Donna reply, "That's the idea, silly."
I felt my bonds being tugged at to make sure they were secure. Then Donna spoke
into my ear: "We're gonna go write the ransom note, now, Doug. See you later."
I heard more giggling, followed by some whispering. I kept still until I could no
longer hear them in the room. But in retrospect, I doubted they had ever left me completely alone. They were barefoot--like I was--so it would have been easy for them to move around the rec room without me hearing anything.
I struggled the best I could, but Donna had tied me pretty securely. Being completely helpless like this was a new and unusual feeling. I must have laid there like that for what felt like an hour until I suddenly heard frenzied noises--along with what sounded like panicked whispering. I automatically glanced over my shoulder, but the blindfold made that a wasted effort. Then I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, along with George speaking excitedly.
Then I heard Keith exclaim a curse--after which he and somebody else broke into riotous laughter. It sounded like his friend Peter was with him. There was no doubt that they saw me, and I shrunk in embarrassment as I heard them come over. Keith removed my blindfold and pulled down my gag.
.../

Doug
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Tue Feb 10 18:17:51 1998

/...(continued)
"A couple of girls did this to you?" he said, then he and Peter broke into more braying laughter. I never felt so embarrassed in my life. Keith stopped laughing long enough to mockingly vow vengeance for me.
Just when I thought they were going to untie me, Keith instead gestured for Peter to follow him as he stormed into the laundry room, where I heard cries, pleadings, and moans of "Oh no!" from the girls. Apparently, the girls had ran in there to hide when they heard Keith had unexpectedly returned. George, being the smart little fellow that he was, had switched sides and told his older brother what went down so he could be spared what came next.
Donna and Shirley were hauled out of the laundry room by Keith and Peter. Keith
made a grand show at asking the girls if they had tied me up.
"Yes," Donna said defiantly. Both she and Shirley couldn't hide their big smiles. "We kidnapped him for a ransom. So what are you going to do about it?"
Keith answer to that was simple. He turned towards the utility closet, where he got
the remaining bits and pieces of clothesline. Then I watched in amazement as the older
boys proceeded to bind Donna's and Shirley's hands behind their backs.
I should mention that the sofa in the rec room was one of these large, L-shaped designs that sat in a corner. Donna was made to lay down next to me, where Keith tied her feet together at the ankles--then bound them to her hands in a hog-tie fashion. Shirley laid on the other side of the sofa, where she was also hog-tied by Peter.
Donna and I laid facing each other--our faces were pressed against the cushions--and by this time, I had a big smile of my own. "How does it feel?" I asked.
.../

Doug
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Tue Feb 10 18:22:07 1998

/...
In spite of herself, she started giggling. "Don't you dare say anything!"
"He won't," Keith said, as he pulled my gag up over my mouth again.
"Hey!" I cried through the gag (I had dropped all pretense that it actually worked). "What are you doing?"
Keith explained that I deserved to remain tied for letting a couple of girls get the better of me. He took my blindfold and used it to cleave gag Donna, while George helpfully got another handkerchief from the laundry room for Peter to gag Shirley with.
Keith went around to Shirley, Donna, and me to check our bonds. Once Keith was satisfied that the girls and I weren't going anywhere, he ushered Peter and George out, then turned off the rec room lights and shut the door behind him. As I glanced around the darkened rec room with Donna and Shirley writhing against their bonds, I realized that for the first time that day, I really felt as if I had been kidnapped.
It didn't seem to be very long before Keith returned to the basement rec room.
"Mom's home," he casually announced. He freed me, then untied Donna and Shirley.
As we later walked up the basement steps, Donna grabbed my arm. "Don't tell my
mom anything about this," she whispered into my ear.
I had no problems with that. I was actually afraid that either Keith or George was going to tell my aunt about me getting tied up by Donna and Shirley. But nobody said a word about our little escapade in the rec room. I savored the memories as we all settled back into the normal course of events for the rest of that day. Yet little did I know then that while this may have been my first experience with real life bondage, it certainly wasn't my last. My next experience would occur later that very same week, when Donna and Shirley decided to really "kidnap" me . But that's another story for another time.
Thanks, Canuck, for this page.

Doug
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Wed Feb 11 14:44:40 CST 1998

To get yourself up to speed, you will have to visit Bob's page, which is linked at the top of this page. I've posted two earlier events that lead up to this.
Things calmed down awhile after the last posting. Janet still came over to babysit, but the escapades slowed down to a mighty crawl for the next few weeks. In fact, I don't think she even wore her much-loved boots for several sessions. I felt crushed but did my best to not show it. It may have been that she had a new boyfriend or something, but I never asked. It could have been that the school year was starting to wear on us all as we were closing in on Thanksgiving and the usual homework assignments that follow that date. Or, borrowing from Dr. Seuss, it could have been that the Grinch's shoes were three sizes too tight.
As you can tell by now, Janet was fully aware of what made me tick and had no hesitations on using it to mess with me. There was nothing overtly sexual about it, I think she just saw it as a way to have fun with an impressionable youth - and boy did she make an impression. Besides the next babysitting session (following the last post on Bob's page) during which I "convinced" her to model mom's former boot collection, nothing that really excited me happened. Then one Saturday, the parents went out for the evening once again and Janet was called to muster the troops. I had started to lose my anxiousness at this point and didn't always rush to greet our proverbial babysitter at arrival. This was one of those evenings. I was in my room, playing with my army men (I had a huge set of army men and tanks and howitzers and...) which could keep me busy for hours. I think my parents thought that those army men were the best present they ever bought me. I'm sure they wished they could find the equivalent for the girls.
I could hear Janet in the den talking with my mom on last minute instructions and the usual honking from the garage that accompanied it.
"Three this time," I thought counting them. "
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:50:33 CST 1998

/...
"Mom must be teaching dad a lesson again."
The door to the garage closed with a thump and I could hear Janet walk into the den and then yell down the hallway, "Hey JD. Hi Dana, Sam."
"Hi Janet!" I yelled, hearing my sisters echo the response from down the hall.
"What are ya doin JD?"
How does a thirteen-year-old seem mature to an older woman - not by playing with army men. "Oh nothing!"
"Well come on out here. Let's have some fun tonight."
This sounded more promising than it had lately. Janet seemed energetic. I bounded out my door and practically ran her down on the way into the den. She looked stunning - wearing a collared black shirt unbuttoned to show a little chest (at this age it's not so much cleavage as chest, but it is still nice and Janet was not lacking in that area), and some tight blue jeans tucked into her tall black leather boots.
"What do you think?" she asked me twirling around.
"Beats sweats," I replied, always Mr. Noncommittal.
"You know it Kid." Janet liked to call me Kid sometimes. She never meant it derogatorily, more as a pet name. I liked it because it made me think of Kid Curry from still one of my favorite shows "Alias Smith and Jones". Or is it Kit Curry? - I don't know.
"You know I only wear sweats over here when I have to come right from a track meet."
"Besides, your mom was getting suspicious," she said behind the back of her hand as she smiled at me.
She could make me turn red in a second.
"What's on the agenda, Jeeves?"
"Oh I dunno. What do you want to do?" Thirteen-year-old minds do not make plans in advance, unless it involves something of special interest.
"We can play a game," my sisters yelled in unison as they scampered down the hall.
"Oh great. The monsters." I thought. I always preferred to be alone with Janet, but in a small home like ours, it wasn't always possible.
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:51:50 CST 1998

/...
I think we ended up playing Monopoly, which I thought should have been renamed Monotony, especially after most of the properties were purchased. We were playing for a while. Dana, the youngest of my sisters, was taking a real beating. It wasn't long before she had negotiated a "deal" whereby all her earthy belongings were bequeathed to Sam (I didn't remember anything like that in the rules) and she retired to a position not more than our usual three feet in front of the TV screen. The game is continuing, and I'm playing along even though I hate the game. You see, I was next to Janet and she was sitting sideways with her legs curled to one side, my side. Of course, shortly after she moved that way, I realized that my money was all out of order and rearranged it so it was on that end of my area. You can never count your money too often in a situation like that. I was a sly dog - as if Janet never realized what was going on. I did goofy things back then, but they all seemed so important to a thirteen-year-old mind. Anyway, we are playing along when suddenly Dana shouts, "JD, it's your favorite scene!"
We all involuntarily looked up to see what Dana was watching on the TV.
"Oh my gosh!" I thought viewing the TV as it showed a bound and gagged damsel struggling to free herself from a treacherous villain (I have no idea now what it was that we were watching.). I turned bright red and looked back down at the game. Dana and Sam started whooping hysterically, augmented by my obvious embarrassment. Even Janet couldn't help herself, although I could tell she was trying to keep some of it in.
This was bad. Real bad. Total embarrassment, even though Janet was aware beforehand. I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
After a minute of so of taunting from the monsters, the laughter finally subsided. My sisters could be merciless. I was finally able to get them diverted back to the game when Dana quipped,
"I don't think that's fair! Why does the girl always get it like that?"
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:52:41 CST 1998

/...
Silence for a second.
"Well, sometimes the boys get it," Janet answered, looking first at Dana and Sam and then at me.
"Uh oh!" I thought. The girls had picked up on Janet's double meaning and started to gaze guilefully over in my direction. I looked at Janet. She had this big smile on her face like a kid who was just told that the candy store forgot to lock its doors that night.
"Double uh oh!" I thought. I started backing away from the game but it was too late. All three of them pounced on me at once. I never had much of a chance against just the two of my sisters, much less this new ally.
After a short wrestling bout, they pinned me down on my stomach with Sam planting herself on my back holding my arms behind me.
"This isn't fair!" I managed to yell before Janet clamped her hand over my mouth.
"No talking!"
Dana, who was now the self-appointed commander as she was the only one not holding me down at the time, made the executive decision. "I'll get some rope and stuff."
"Stuff?" I thought knowing full well what she meant.
Dana scampered off in the direction of their room while the other two tried to strengthen their grip. Meanwhile, I was being crushed underneath, but unable to bring that to anyone's attention.
In a mercifully short time, Dana was back, carrying the usual monster tools of rope and a bunch of dad's handkerchiefs. I'm told that handkerchiefs don't normally make the best gags which might be true except for two things: One, my dad had these really big handkerchiefs and; Two, whoever said that has never met my sisters. They could cinch a handkerchief so tight that it felt like your eyeballs would pop out. I always wondered what it was like when dad was at work and pulled out a handkerchief for some reason. I wondered if the other office workers would look at him and wonder why his handkerchiefs were so stretched out.
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:53:53 CST 1998

/...
Another thing that struck me as they were tying my wrists was "Why was the rope in my little sisters' room instead of the garage?"
Meanwhile, back in reality, the three of them had managed to tighten a rope around my wrists and another around my ankles. Janet just kept her hand over my mouth and let the monsters do the dirty work.
"Boy, she has soft hands." I thought oblivious to what was happening to the rest of my body.
"Here you go Janet." Dana said as she threw the handkerchiefs over.
"I'm going to let you two do the honors," Janet exclaimed as they rolled me over and sat me up.
Disappointed? You bet. I dreamed of being tied up by Janet, sans the monsters of course.
"I want to watch and see how you two do this," she continued as Sam took her place, clamping her hand over my mouth. Janet backed up a foot or so and pulled her legs up to her body in a balled position. I can still see her smiling at me, her arms around her legs and those tight black boots as she pulled her legs up to her chest. She had this big mischievous smile across her face.
"Earth to JD, Earth to JD, come in please!" Dana had grabbed the handkerchiefs and stuffed one in my mouth. They never asked you to open up. They always figured if you stuff hard enough, it will go in eventually. Sam was folding another, and with Dana's help, tied it ever so tightly over my mouth. I didn't even bother to say anything. Who was I going to say it to?
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:55:01 CST 1998

/...
One rope to go - the long one. I mentioned in a previous story on Bob's page how Janet was so squeezed by this rope in an earlier episode. Let me tell you why. My little sisters thought the proper way to apply this rope was for one to hold it to keep it from slipping and the other to swing around, almost as if it was attached to a pole. I gathered all my breath into my lungs to make for additional room once I exhaled. Dana always seemed to enjoy the swinging part. One, two, three loops. Oh, they weren't done yet. Four, five, ... , I think it was twenty or twenty-five when they ran out of rope. Exhale. "Well that gained me a centimeter or two," I thought.
Janet seemed to be enjoying this from that ever-growing smile on her face. I was enamored with the idea to kidnap me, which seemed to have emanated from her direction. Sam had folded another handkerchief and was about to blindfold me with it when Janet said, "Wait! Let's let him see this time."
"This time? Is this the first course?" I pondered as I watched my temptress stand up and pull up her boots.
"Let's put him over here on the sofa," she continued.
I couldn't move, much less stand up. The little monsters had made certain of that. Ankles, knees, wrists, torso - they hadn't forgotten a thing. The three of them dragged me up to the sofa and propped me up against some pillows.
"I'll watch him," Janet queried plopping herself next to me. "What's on TV?"
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:56:15 CST 1998

/...
Dana and Sam's attention was immediately drawn away from me to the television. I don't think those two were ever into tying me up for anything but the sheer joy of making their brother suffer.
Janet crossed her legs, I think so I could see her boots, and just started watching with them. Whatever show they were watching was already in progress so they watched the rest of it - another 40 minutes or so I think. I didn't watch. I was too busy go through this all in my head. I kept trying to block my sisters out of my view. They were the "lump in my gravy" so to speak. Every once in a while I would look over at Janet only to see her grin when she caught me out of the corner of her eye. I never bothered to struggle, except to remind myself how helpless I was. Nor did I cry out, as that would be useless as well. I just sat there.
Forty minutes seemed to pass quickly, although my arms were starting to go numb.
"Girls, you want to untie your brother?" Janet asked knowing when enough was enough.
"Ahhhh! Do we have to?" they whined almost as if parroting each other.
"C'mon. I'm sure he had better things to do than sit here like this."
"I do?" I thought. "Where?"
Janet let them do the untying, which would also have been more interesting if she had participated. And that was that. No discussion. No joking. We just went back to playing another board (or was that "bored") game.
.../

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 14:57:08 CST 1998

/...
Hope you enjoy the story. Someone has asked me why I know so many details. I'll let you in on a little secret - I kept a diary. Of course I don't remember every last detail, so I did take the very small liberty of filling in minor dialogue as best I can recall. I did get an e-mail account at Hotmail if I can fill in any other details that I may have missed but you were interested in. However, please keep the questions and comments no worse than PG rated - I'm a sensitive guy (don't read that "gay").

JD
jdm007@hotmail.com

Wed Feb 11 16:25:13 Pacific Standard Time 1998

McA: Don't worry about going "off topic"-- your online "reunion" with Gillian was great!!

Thu Feb 12 01:47:25 EST 1998

I still can't decide to this day if I like to be tied up or do the tying. This is my first experience being tied up by a girl. I was 14, there was this girl, Coleen that lived down the street from me. I had been dropping hints and trying to tie her up all summer until this particular summer day. She came down to my house one summer afternoon,I was home alone.A perfect time I thought to tie her up good.She called me first beofre she came over so I took the opertunity to go down to the garage and get some rope.I meet her out in the driveway with the rope in my hands.She asks what the rope is for and I tell her It's to tie her up.She doesn't seem to keen on the idea until I say"Okay,if I let you tie me up then you have to me tie you up".She grabs the rope from me with a devilish look in her eye and says"Okay lay down on your stomach".So here I am laying on my stomach in my backyard,she strattles my waist and orders me to put my hands behind my back.She ties my hands,very tightly,then turns around takes off my shoes and socks and ties my feet.I ask"why are you taking my shoes off"?She said"you'll see."So she finishes tying my hands and feet,very tightly I might add,and stepps back and tells me to try and get free.First I try my hands,it's impossible I can barely twist my hands under the rope.My feet are the same.So there I am wiggling like a worm on the grass in my backyard and she is standing there with this evil grin."You can't escape can you?"she says.I really couldn't.Then she sits on my ankles facing my feet and starts to tickle my feet.I was and still am extremely ticklish and she knew it.She tortured me for over an hour and I loved it.She was twice as ticklish as I was and I got her back good later that day.But that's another story.

Cody

Thu Feb 12 14:14:12 GMT Standard Time 1998

I'm posting as a folow-up to McA's post about the time he and Bob and Jill were tied up by Bob and Jill's Mum. (I'm Jill, if you hadn't picked up on the recent reunion)

It's weird seeing someone else's perspective on your own experiences. Some of the details don't tally with my memory, but that's probably just the way memory goes after so long. Anyway here's my tuppence worth on the incident.

McA missed the reason that Mum was so upset about the way we tied her up. (I checked it up with her and she enjoyed McA's stories lots.) The point was that she had been to the dentist that day and was still sore round the mouth as well as feeling tired and a bit off colour. And then we tied her up and gagged her when she wanted to watch telly. Mum regarded me as the ringleader and I suppose it's true that as the oldest, if I'd ever said 'stop' we would have.

She says her revenge the next day was meant to be a lesson to us, but meant to be delivered as an adventure. It started off with her hauling me out of bed, frogmarching me to the loo and back and standing over me while I got dressed. All the time, she had a scarf tucked in her belt so I knew what was coming. She made me put mittens and socks on then tied my hands behind my back and gaggd me. There weren't any threats but I wasnt going to risk not doing exactly what she said.

by the time she had steered me downstairs and sat me down in the lounge and tied my feet I was really scared. This was more Kafka than adventure, all it needed was a courtmartial and a firingsquad. Whilw Mum was upstairs getting Bob I was so scared i couldnt stop crying and by the time she got back I was having trouble with the thick gag. I felt better when Bob was there and mum swapped my gag for a thin headscarf. When she came down with McA I knew that nothing really bad was going to happen to us.

McA is probably right that it didnt do any longterm damage to us but it scared the bejeezus out of me at the time.

McA - can I call you 'Jon' please (not his name but close) McA is OK as a pseudonym(sp?) but it looks odd in a narrative.

BTW It was my Mum who got us to put on gloves to protect our wrists before playing tie-up games. She used to play tying up games with her sisters way back about 1933. They got hte idea from Saturday morning kids films at the village hall. Sexton Blake and such. they lived on a farm so they used baler twine for tying. Apparently they drew blood on a couple of occasions, so their mother (my Gran!) made a 'gloves first' rule. Now my two (now age 14 and 16) went through a phase of tying each other up with skipping ropes a few years ago and I instituted a 'gloves first' rule for them. Looks like my family have been trussing each other up for generations.

Gillian B

Thu Feb 12 08:45:21 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Gillian: would you consider posting "your" versions of the stories that McA has told on Bob's "boys-tie-girls" page (I mean, in a little more detail than you gave here). Either way, it's nice you were able to share your "reunon" with us.

Thu Feb 12 18:13:15 1998

Cody, that was a great story...like you, I am also very ticklish, and when girls tied me up while growing up that was one of their favorite tortures. I'm definitely interested in other tales where guys are tied and then tickled.

Bill
Bill1000@hotmail.com

Thu Feb 27 07:10:44 1998

I loved playing cowboys and indians as a kid the neighbor girls really got into it all dressed up in feathers and beaded headbands and moccasins I loved to be captured and brought back to their village and be tied to the stake where they danced around me whooping and beating a indian drum...

Bill
mocc@aol.com

Thu Feb 27 19:05:56 1998

An off Topic Question

Hi, since this is my first post, and since it is off topic I will be brief. Does anybody know any site or file or whatnot on the net that gives instructions on how to tie someone up? Which knots are best, how to tie them fast and secure, etc? (Note: This for a joke, I'm not some weirdo or anything.) Thanks.

Mr. Smith

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