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Wed Apr 01 01:09:49 Est 1998

Hello fellow storytellers!

I have moved all the stories and comments that were posted in March in the archive.

I must say that I am really impressed by the quality of your stories and comments (Gillian and JD, I found your discussion quite interesting and appropriate for my site; this type of comment is exactly what I am looking for). This forum is turning out to be even better than I hoped for when I started it.

Thanks for your contributions everyone!

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Wed Apr 01 11:51:04 Pacific Standard Time 1998

Canuck:

Just wanted to second your enthusiasm for the exchanges between Gillian and JD. I posted my only appropriate story on Bob's site quite a while ago (all of my bondage experiences with my wife have been pretty sexual in nature), so I find the discussions here nearly as interesting as the stories themselves.

jeb

Sat Apr 4 00:06:22 EST 1998

A-Man:

Please post your story of how you got revenge against rachael and erin, I'd really like to read it.

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Sun Apr 05 03:47:28 PDT 1998

Ok, it's time for another story. I must say I'm glad Canuck's decided to add Boy Tie Girls stories in addition to the usual Girls Tie Boys, because this next story of mine has both. Here goes.

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 03:52:36 PDT 1998

When I was ten years old, I spent two weeks during the summer at my Aunt Jean's house.
I discovered the hard way that my cousins Shirley, 9, and Donna, 11, had a penchant for bondage games. After finding myself on the receiving end of these games twice in a row (see my posts on this site; Dated 2-10-98 and 3-2-98), I'd decided it was finally time to strike back. During the second week of my stay, I was hanging around the homestead with Shirley and George, 5, after having returned from swimming over at Becca's place. Donna had decided to stay at her friend's house a little longer. With the house to ourselves, I suggested to Shirley and George that we play a game of hide and go seek, and I volunteered to be 'it'. During my search for my cousins in the basement rec room, I had come across an empty water pistol, along with a stash of rope and tape in a paper bag. I wasn't too surprised to find this stuff, and decided to put it to good use.

After filling the water pistol from the tap in the kitchen, I later found both George and Shirley hiding in the closet of the bedroom that Shirley shared with Donna. Shirley stared at me with a shocked expression when she saw I carried the paper bag containing the ropes and tape. She immediately ordered me to put it back, stating confidently that Donna would probably use it on me later when she returned.
"Not if I use it on her, first," I said with a broad grin. I then pulled out the water pistol and pointed it at her. "Now turn around and put your hands behind your back."

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 03:54:43 PDT 1998

(continued)
Shirley just gave me a surprised look that was priceless. I squeezed the trigger of the water gun, and Shirley squealed as she just barely dodged the spray of water. She had changed out of her bathing suit and into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, so she wasn't too keen at the thought of being wet again. "All right," she conceded with an annoyed sigh, yet she still had a half smile as she turned and put her hands behind her back.
I pulled a length of clothesline rope from the bag and bound Shirley's wrists behind her back. I wrapped the rope around her wrist three times, then knotted it. With her hands securely tied, I made Shirley lay face down on her bed. I asked George to stand by the window and keep an eye out for Donna. He gladly did so while I selected several more strands of rope from the bag.
I tied Shirley's ankles together. But before I could even consider whether or not I should hog tie her, George called out that Donna and Becca were coming up the street.
"Donna and Becca?" I repeated, stunned. I had expected to be dealing only with Donna. Shirley rolled over enough so that she could smile broadly at me. "Looks like you've got your hands full, now," she taunted.
"Not with you, I don't," I muttered as I tape-gagged her. I told George to keep an eye on Shirley. I then grabbed the bag and the water pistol and ran into the living room. A glance out the window showed me that Donna and Becca were walking past the front door, around the side of the house, where they could enter through the side door in the kitchen.

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 04:00:02 PDT 1998

(continued)
I was there waiting for them when they came in. Donna had a towel wrapped around the waist of her bathing suit, while Becca wore a t-shirt that came down to her mid-thigh.
They were both barefoot, and their hair was wet and slicked back. Becca saw me pointing the water pistol at them, and her eyes grew comically wide. "What do you think you're doing?" Becca imperiously asked.
When Donna saw me, she immediately burst into a fit of mock hysterics. "Oh no, we're being kidnapped!" she dramatically cried as she grabbed Becca's arms. Becca caught on, and quickly joined in on the act by asking "What are you going to do with us?"
I ordered them both downstairs to the rec room. Once there, Becca stood with a fascinated look on her face while I tied Donna's wrists together behind her back.
"What did you do with Shirley, you fiend?" Donna asked over her shoulder.
"She's tied up. George is watching her. Get over to the sofa."
The towel slipped from Donna's waist and fell to the floor. Just when I was going to pick it up and put it back on her, Donna told me to place it on the sofa instead. When I did this, she sat down on it. I knelt before her legs, and tied her ankles together with more rope.
When I saw that Donna's feet were directly in front of one of the sofa's legs, I got an idea.
With an additional strand of rope, I fastened Donna's bound feet to the sofa leg. Throughout all of this, Donna watched me carefully with wide, attentive eyes.
After Donna was securely tied, I suddenly remembered that I had turned my back on Becca. I was amazed to see that she was still standing there.

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 04:04:04 PDT 1998

(continued)
I waved the water pistol at her. "Come over here," I said.
Becca hesitated, and I studied her carefully, waiting to see what her reaction would be.
With a slight shrug, Becca simply held her hands out to be tied.
I shook my head. "Behind your back."
Rolling her eyes, Becca turned around and placed her hands behind her back. I tied them together at the wrists with the rope, then I told her to sit on the opposite end from Donna on the L-shaped sofa. When she did, I bound Becca's feet together, then secured them to the sofa leg directly under her, just like how I did with Donna.
I stood back and looked over my work. Despite the fact that she was bound hand and foot, Becca still managed to sit very primly. She gave me an expectant look. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh, yeah!" I exclaimed, as I reached for the roll of tape.
"Way to go, Becca!" Donna said as she burst out laughing. "It's nice of you to remind our abductor to gag us!"
All of us exploded with laughter. "How am I supposed to know?" Becca said between giggles. "So shoot me...." When I held up the water pistol, she retorted with, "Don't you even think about it, you little creep!"

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 04:07:41 PDT 1998

(continued)
I gagged Becca with several strands of tape before she could say anything further. Becca started making a funny growling sounds under her gag, and she regarded me with a melodramatic glare that told me she was already planning her revenge. But there wasn't anything she or Donna could do about that right now.
"Wait!" Donna pleaded just before I was about to gag her.
I stopped, holding the strand of tape in front of her face. "What?"
"Scratch my nose," Donna said, then she burst into another fit of giggles. I gladly gagged her. The lower half of her face was soon covered with tape.
I carefully rechecked their bonds, and when I was satisfied that they were securely tied, I started walking towards the door. "I think I'll go upstairs and check on Shirley," I casually told them. "I'll be right back. Don't you two go anywhere."
As I ran back to check on Shirley, I remember feeling elated at the thought of finally giving the girls a taste of their own medicine. When I got back to the girls' bedroom, I saw that Shirley was lying face up on the bed, with her bound hands tucked under her back.
George was nowhere to be seen. After calling for him and getting no answer, I went over to Shirley and pulled her gag off. "Where did George go?" I asked.
To my shock, Shirley pulled out another water pistol from behind her back and stuck it into my bare stomach. Obviously, she had freed her hands, but left her feet tied and the gag on her mouth long enough to trick me into coming closer. "Oh George," Shirley called sweetly. She had a huge smile on her face. "You can come out, now."

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 04:11:27 PDT 1998

(continued)
George ran in from his parents' bedroom with an excited look on his face. Shirley gave him the water pistol to hold on me while she untied her feet. I had briefly thought about putting on some kind of show of struggling with either one of them, or making a run for it, but I had left my water pistol in the rec room. Besides, all of the girls had cooperated without any fuss when I captured them, so I really had no choice but to calmly go along with whatever was in store for me. Not that I minded too much, anyway....
And Shirley didn't waste any time. Once her feet were free, she got off the bed and used the same strand of rope to bind my wrists together behind my back.
George stood watching this with mild interest. "Whose side are you on, you little creep?" I jokingly asked him. George must have thought I was seriously angry, because he just gave me a timid little shrug.
"He didn't untie me," Shirley informed me. "I was able to work myself free. You didn't tie me tight enough."
I made a mental note to myself to bind Shirley harder the next time as she made me walk out of the bedroom and down to the rec room. Unfortunately for me, Shirley could tie a knot very well; my hands were securely bound behind my back. The instant Donna and Becca saw me as Shirley's captive, they both started laughing uproariously--which was muffled by their gags. Shirley made me sit on the floor with my back up against a support beam while she untied her sister and Becca.

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 04:16:16 PDT 1998

(continued)
No sooner was Donna freed then she grabbed the bag of ropes and started tying me to the support beam by wrapping long cords of rope around my torso. Once she was untied, Becca knelt down next to me and held up the roll of tape. "Aren't you forgetting something, Donna?" she laughingly asked.
"At least Doug is smart enough not to remind you!" Donna retorted. Even I had to smile at this.
Becca gagged me with the tape--which was an act she appeared to relish. Donna busied herself by binding my legs together at the knees and ankles with the rope. Once this was done, Donna wrapped another strand of rope vertically over the bonds on my knees, then tied the other end to the bonds around my torso. In effect, I was forced to sit with my knees up against my chest.
After shutting the lights off, the girls left me alone in the rec room for about twenty minutes. Donna then came back down with George. George stood and watched with a relieved expression while Donna untied my bonds.
To this day, it always amazed me how we could just slip right back into the regular day after playing one of these games. They ended as quickly as they were sprung upon the intended "victim" (who was really just as much a willing participant as everyone else). But that would change with the next game. It would be my last bondage game with my cousins of that summer, but it was the game to end all games. Of course, that is a story for another time. Thanks for reading.

Doug
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Sun Apr 05 04:21:46 PDT 1998

Well, looking over my post, I've noticed the computer gremlins still broke a few lines on me. I apologize for this. Practice makes perfect, I suppose, so I'll keep at it.
Doug

Doug
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Mon Apr 6 00:35:24 UTC+0800 1998

Great story Doug - it's nice to see someone take the time to post again. Things have been really dead lately. WHERE IS EVERYONE? C'mon all, let's get things moving again. I promise to post again, if others do the same (Note: this is in no way aimed at McA, Gillian, JD or Doug. You guys make this page, and if you even have any stories left, you all deserve a holiday anyway).

Incidently Canuck, is there room for posts on tie-ups later in life? Any other stories I have from my childhood (with the possible exception of one) are all pretty lame, so I was thinking maybe I should post something from my later teenage years?
What do you think?

Ash

Sun Apr 05 22:42:38 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

This is the story of the first time a tied girls up. It’s a followup to a previous post. My revenge was not quite as sweet as I had planned, but it was still very enjoyable.

A-Man

Mon Apr 06 02:04:13 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

About 2 months after my first experience with Rachel and Erin, my parents left for the weekend again. They owned their own business and were attending a seminar. This time I made no fuss when they called Rachel. Again Rachel invited Erin to stay for the night, after asking my parents. Rachel and Erin arrived around 5:oopm and my parents left. Trying my best to be subtle, I said casually "so what’s on the agenda tonight?" Rachel replied with a smile "just a quiet night in, maybe we’ll watch a movie." I had been waiting for this day since my humiliation at their hands. I had gathered enough rope, scarves, cloth and socks to thoroughly bind both girls. I could not overpower both together, but I knew one-on-one that I would prevail. Rachel and Erin were in the livingroom watching a movie and I was in the my room, when Rachel announced that she was going to the store to pick up some chips. She asked if I wanted anything and I said no. The store was fifteen minutes by car one way, so I knew that I would have at least a half hour to capture Erin. So I concealed a long piece of rope up both of my sleeves. I put two scarves and a sock in my pockets. Erin was still watching the movie when I came into the livingroom. Since I had no fear of being beaten by Erin alone, I said boldly "it’s payback time, Erin." Erin looked up and saw the evil grin on my face. "You’re not still mad about us tying you up are you?" Erin asked. I answered in a tough guy voice "I don’t get mad, I get even." With that I lunged at Erin and pulled her out of her chair. I hauled her onto the floor and rolled her on her stomach. She tried her best to fight back, but I easily tied her hands behind her back. I proceeded to tie her ankles and then I pulled the scarves and socks out of my pockets. "What are those for?" asked Erin with a slight quiver in her voice. "They’re just to make sure you don’t ruin the surprise for Rachel." I picked up the sock then, being the villain I am I waited for her to say something.

A-Man

Mon Apr 06 02:08:37 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

"O.K., you got me, you had a good laugh, now let mmmpppphhhhhh!" I stuffed the sock into her mouth, then I cleave-gagged her with the second. I tied the third scarf over her eyes and made she see could not see anything. I left and got the rest of my supplies that I had set aside for Erin. I tied some rope above and below her knees, around her elbows, and finally above and below her breasts, making them stand out even more. Feeling particularly powerful, I pulled her helpless form over my knee and I gave her a very stern spanking. I asked Erin how it felt being on the other end of a spanking and she gave me a disgruntled mmpphh. I slung her over my shoulder and carried her down to my room. I place her down gently on my bed laying her out as if she were going to sleep. I checked my watch and it had only taken me ten minutes to tie Erin and bring her to my room. "Now, since you like hogties so much, I’ve got one for you." I pulled out a long strip of cloth and I tied Erin hands so that they touched her feet. Erin start to mmmppphhh very loudly and her eyes started to tear up, so I immediately undid the hogtie. Thinking quickly, I took the piece of cloth and wrapped it behind her knees and then behind her back, tying her knees to her chest in a ball. I didn’t know what is was called then and I still don’t, but I’ll refer to it as a forward hogtie. She seemed to be okay in this position, so I picked her up and put her in my closet. She made her last attempts at communication as I closed the door. I turned on the lights in the bathroom across the hall and closed the bathroom door. I brought the other half of my supplies to the livingroom and waited for Rachel to return. Rachel came in the door about fifteen minutes later to find me sitting by myself in the livingroom. "Where’s Erin?" Rachel asked. "She’s in the bathroom." Satisfied, Rachel took off her coat and shoes and went down the hall to the bathroom.

A-Man

Mon Apr 06 02:12:41 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

"Hey, Erin I brought home some chips." Of course, she received no reply. Rachel came into the livingroom with a confused look on her face. "I can’t find Erin. She’s not in the bathroom." Just then Rachel and I both just as we heard a loud thump. Rachel had no idea what the sound was, but I knew that Erin had gotten frustrated and kicked the closet door. "That sounded like it came from your room." Feeling in control, I said "let’s go have a look, shall we?" As we neared my room my smile got wider and wider. "What’s with you?" Rachel asked as we reached the door to my bedroom. "Nothing, I’m just in a good mood." We entered the room and Rachel started looking around. "She’s not in here either." Rachel said, perplexed. Erin, who had heard us enter, again kicked the closet door. Rachel rushed to the closet and opened the door. I enjoyed the look of total shock on Rachel’s face for about two seconds and then I pounced. Her being completely off-guard, I had her hands and ankles tied before she made a sound. "I told you I’d get you back." "You haven’t heard the last of mmmppphhh." You may or may not have noticed I just love to gag girls while they are talking. With both girls now under control, I tied Rachel’s legs above and below the knee. I looped an especially long piece of rope around her chest above and below her breasts. I untied Erin from her forward hogtie and sat her down beside Rachel on the floor. I carried Erin over my shoulder to the livingroom where I set her down. I did the same with Rachel and left to get a couple chairs. I brought in two wooden chairs from our diningroom and I sat Erin and Rachel down. First I tied both to the chairs by looping rope around their chests. Then pulling their feet under the chairs, I tied their hands to their feet. I was sort of a chair hogtie, except their hands and feet didn’t meet. Finally I tied a rope around their thighs securing them further.

A-Man

Mon Apr 06 02:16:18 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

I knew full well they wouldn’t struggle as much if they knew I was around, so I blindfolded both with my last remaining strips of cloth. I got up to leave and using my villainous tone said, "don’t you two go anywhere." Then I laughed my best villain laugh and made a loud exit. I returned quietly and sat down about fifteen feet away with a full view of both girls. There have been few moments in my life that were as memorable as the half hour I spent watching them twist and groan mmmpphh. Rachel seemed to want to untie herself very badly and in the process knocked her chair over. She had landed in a position where the chair was on top of her. It looked very uncomfortable, so I righted her chair and went back to watching them struggle. After another ten minutes, the phone rang. It was my friend, Adam. We talked for about twenty minutes and then I went back to check on the girls. It appeared that nothing had changed, except that they were both perspiring and breathing heavily. I went to get a shower (cold) and went to my room to get dressed. I returned to the livingroom to find Rachel and Erin both still tied. I noticed that the blindfolds had slide down on both girls. I got closer to see how they had fared and realized to late that the ropes were no longer tied to the girls they were draped around them. Both girls sprang up and pounced on me. I was taken completely by surprise and was outnumbered, so you can well imagine how I fared. Soon my wrists and ankles were tied incredibly tight. Then they tied my legs above and below the knee. My elbows were bound so tight that they almost met. Finally a long rope I had used on Rachel was tied several times around my chest, pinning my arms to my back. Erin and Rachel each picked up three scarves and advanced on me. "You know, I’m am going to enjoy this very much." Erin said with a grin that was fit for a supervillainess. Rachel nodded and said "I don’t think he is going to cooperate".

A-Man

Mon Apr 06 02:19:04 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

This time I closed my mouth and got prepared for anything they might do to surprise me enough to get me to open my mouth. I hadn’t thought of everything, nor had I realized how badly they wanted revenge. On cue from Rachel, Erin lifted up her shirt. She was wearing a bra, but nonetheless I was taken aback and my mouth fell open. Rachel immediately stuff the first scarf in. Erin returned her shirt to its normal place and smiled a satisfied smile. Rachel stuffed a second scarf in and apparently believed I could hold a third, because she shoved it in until I thought I would choke. My cheeks now bulged with cloth as Erin tied the first of her scarves through my teeth cleave-gagging me. Then she tied the second over the cleave-gag. She used the third to blindfold me. So there I was again the prisoner of two girls. The only difference this time was that what I had done to them was fresh in their minds. First Rachel suggested that I be hogtied, but Erin said she knew of something else she would like to try. She tied my legs to my chest so tightly that I could not even roll over. They left the room so they could watch in the same manner I had. I wiggled and mmpphhed, but to no avail. The girls returned and took off my blindfold. They teased me about my inability to escape and even put a pair of scissors just out of reach. They untied the forward hogtie and left again. Now that I had more mobility, I thought I might escape, but they returned shortly, carrying a roll of elastic bandage. I knew that they had not found that in my house and I wondered where it had come from. They both noticed my puzzled look and Erin said "I brought this from my house." Together, starting from my ankles, they wrapped me in the bandage right up to my nose. "You know, you remind me of an Egyptian exhibit I saw at the museum." They laughed at this until their eyes sparkled, but I wasn’t amused. I liked tying and being tied, but I wasn’t comfortable like this.

A-Man

Mon Apr 06 05:07:06 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Sorry, I just had some technical difficulties.
I tried my best to indicate this, but the gag made it impossible. I flopped around like a landed fish for about twenty minutes before they took off the bandages. By then I had a dark expression on my face and I was ready to be untied. Rachel said "oh, no, it looks like he wants to be released." "I don’t know," Erin said "only if he promises to do his chores." I nodded and mmpphh emphatically, but sensing the mood had lighten, I became a contented prisoner again. "O.K., I guess we’ll untie now." Erin said. Rachel realized this was her cue and said "I’m going to get a shower." Erin sat down and pulled onto her lap. "I want to say a couple things while you can only listen and not talk. First, I’m sorry about the bandage, it was a bad idea." A shrugged and made assuring noises through my gag. "Second, I wanted to tell you how much fun it was being kidnapped by you. Lastly, I wanted to know if I could get your phone number." I nodded, of course. "Oh, one more thing. I still owe you something. She rolled me over in her lap and gave me one spanking that was quite a lot more enjoyable than the ones I had received from my mother as a child. That done, she started to slowly untie me. She untied the gag and pulled the packing from my mouth. I wiggled my jaw to get the cramp out. Erin gave me a peck on the lips and said "maybe I’ll leave your wrists tied and spoon feed you." Erin laughed at the expression that received and she untied my wrists. Rachel returned and we again talked about how we felt. I became more and more hopefully as I saw the looks on their faces as they described their feelings. That was one of the last times that I was tied up by Rachel and Erin together. But Erin and I had many more adventures. I’m still learning, so I hope that I can be forgiven if it is a grammatical monstrosity. Sorry Bill that it took so long to respond.

A-Man

Sun Apr 05 21:57:30 1998

When I was about 17 I lived opposite a girl the same age as me named Kate, we had been good friends for many years as we had been to the same schools and hung around with the same circle of friends. We used to use each other as confidants and had few secrets from each other, although I found her extremely attractive and presumed the feeling was mutual we always had, and have maintained a platonic brother-sister relationship. She and I would sit in one of our bedrooms, listen to records, watch TV, smoke out of the window and generally discuss our angst-ridden teenage lives.
I had always enjoyed the sight of a damsel tied up and struggling on TV even before I was old enough to really appreciate it! Another big turn on for me was women in boots, and in keeping with the fashions in the UK in the late eighties early nineties Kate owned a few nice pairs of boots, her (and my) favourites were a pair of black suede below the knee boots with high heels. I sure she knew the effect they had on me and used to wear them when she made the short trip across the street to see me.

Nesb1t

Sun Apr 05 21:58:57 1998

One evening we were siting in her room, watching a video and drinking her dads home-made wine, her parents had gone out to the pub and her 15 year old sister had gone away with her school. The point came in the video where the female heroine was abducted by some villains and tied-up whilst they instigated their long forgotten but no doubt villainous plans. I was loving it, although trying not to seem too interested when Kate suddenly turned to me and said. 'I wonder what I'd do in her situation' I said nothing. She continued. 'Perhaps you could tie me up and I could find out'.

I was still unable to speak so I took a gulp of wine and said 'Are you serious?' She said she was and she reached inside her closet and produced a couple of lengths of rope and some strips of fabric. 'What about your parents?' I managed. 'They won't be home for hours yet' she said. 'I'll be a female secret agent, and you'll be a bad guy whose job it is to abduct me.' I just sat there dumbfounded. She put her hands on her hips and said 'Look are you up for this or what, it's just a bit of harmless role-play!'. I didn't need asking a third time and said 'I'm in', still unable to believe my luck. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and a white tee-shirt and so she put on a black pullover and picking up her black suede boots giggled 'I'll need my special agent boots of course'. I nodded, 'Good idea.'. she threw me a bag with the ropes in and gave me a handkerchief, which was supposedly 'chloroformed'.

Nesb1t

Sun Apr 05 22:00:42 1998

She left the room and I lowered the lights with the dimmer switch and stood behind the door and waited for her to stumble into my trap (I was really beginning to get into my part by now). She crept in and I grabbed her from behind and placed the handkerchief over her mouth, after a bit of a struggle she went semi-limp in my arms and I dragged her over to her bed and tossed her face first on to it. I sat on the bed next to her and pulling her arms behind her I began to tie her wrists. Taking another piece of rope I pulled her feet together and began tying her ankles, once I'd done this I rolled her over and tied some rope around her knees, I was really enjoying this and finally Kate pretended to wake up . 'You'll never get away with this!' she laughed. So I took a strip of cloth and gagged her with it.

Nesb1t

Sun Apr 05 22:01:22 1998

I left her struggling for about 15 minutes then decided to hogtie her with a spare length of rope which she seemed to appreciate. I kept checking that she was ok by getting her to nod if she was, I was still a bit worried that her parents would show up, but they didn't. I began to get into the spirit of things, and I wanted to keep tying her ankles with her gorgeous boots on. I untied her legs and knees and decided to move her into the spare bedroom, I hobbled her ankles with a short length of rope and she tottered into the other room with my pretend gun (my hand) pressed in her back. I sat her down on a wooden chair and unhobbled her ankles and separately retied them to each chair leg and tied her torso to the chair back. Kate was really enjoying it. I sat and watched her struggling to free herself which was some serious quality time. After about ten minutes she loosened the ropes about her wrists and then took a few minutes to untie her waist and free her feet. After taking off her gag and rubbing the circulation back into her ankles and wrists she thanked me for joining in and we agreed that what had gone would a) be another of our shared secrets and b) happen again sometime. We tidied up the evidence and finished watching the video, after a while I returned home, and mulled over my unexpected experiences of that evening.

Nesb1t

Sun Apr 5 18:19:49 EDT 1998

A-Man:
Oh, don't worry about the wait, that story was quite worth it!

Ash:
I can't speak for everyone, but I personally would love to hear your teen tie-up stories.

I would post stories myself if I had any. The only thing I did resembling it was when I was very very young, me and my sister would tie each other to chairs (not too skillfully) to see if we could escape. I do remember that I could always escape, but she had problems. =)

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Sun Apr 05 22:01:10 Est (Heure d'été) 1998

I was out of town for a few days, and I'm glad that things got moving again around here while I was away. Thanks for your stories Doug, A-Man and Nesblt.

Ash (and everyone else, for that matter): go ahead with your late-teens stories, as long as they follow the usual guidelines at the top. I'll trust your judgment on this.

I have noticed that the number of daily hits on my site has increased dramatically during the past weeks. The average is now around 400 or 500 hits per day. It seems that we are a lot to appreciate the "playful spice that bondage has to offer", as Ben said it, much more than the hardcore stuff that you usually find on the internet.

Well, enough said, let's get back to the stories...

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Tue Apr 7 00:05:44 UTC+0800 1998

Well, it seems ask and ye shall receive is a saying that applies around here. Thanks A-man and Nesblt for a couple of great stories. One question A-man: do we get to hear abot any of your stories with Erin? Alright, urged on by Bill and given approval by Canuck (thanks for responding guys) here's one of my teen tie-up stories I promised.

In my last year of high school I found myself involved in an unusual conversation one day during lunch break. A group of us were sitting around talking about our private fantasies. Now, being the shy lad I am, I didn't muster up the courage to tell the others about my own fantasies involving ropes and gags, but others didn't seem to have this problem. One girl said she would love to make love under a waterfall - while she was tied up. This brought an instant reaction form the group: everyone was smiling like "Yeah, cool". Then a good friend of mine, Lynn admitted her fantasy was very similar: bondage in a bathtub!

I had a hard time just acting casual. And since I was dating the girl I thought was the love-of-my-life at the time, I knew I couldn't hope to pursue the thoughts that had abruptly entered me mind.

As it turns out, my girlfriend and I broke up in horribe circumstances a couple of months later; and a couple of months after that, Lynn and I had a fairly private chat after a party. I was talking about how hard it was being alone (sigh) after being in (wjat I thought) was a really great relationship. Lynn was consoling me and talking about her own love-life woes.

Ash
doushd@hotmail.com

Tue Apr 7 00:27:18 UTC+0800 1998

All of a sudden a strange sense of bravado came over me and I asked Lynn if she remembered the infamous fantasies conversation (as it became known). She blushed and said yes - and I had my opening.

I said: "Maybe you'd like me to . . . uh, you know . . . give you a hand with that one, um, day".

You get the idea. sturred and stammered my way through the question, half expecting to be slapped. But Lynn just smiled (went a bit pinker) and said: "I think I'd like that". My heart rate peaked at about a million revs per second, and this stupid grin came over my face.

"Cool." (Remember, I was seventeen).

We eventually organised an appropriate time (when the house was empty) and Lynn turned up right on time. Not wanting her to think I was a freak who did this kind of thing regularly (although that's exactly what I am), I asked het to bring the stuff she wanted to be tied with. She arrived witha plastic bag filled with brand new clothesline, a roll of white tape, and a couple of silk scarves. I must have looked at her funny when I saw what she had with her, because she mumbled something about wanting to do it right, and that was what she had women tied up with on TV.

Ash
doushd@hotmail.com

Tue Apr 7 00:38:21 UTC+0800 1998

We went into the bathroom together and I began filling our Roman style tub with water. Lynn looked all fidgety and I asked if she still wnated to do this. She nodded her head quickly, and began to strip.

That was something I wasn't ready for. I guess I'd kind of expected her to be put in the bathin whatever she was wearing. She quickly removed her black shorts and mustard coloured top, and stood before me in a black bra and panties. The reason for the coulour was obvious - I wouldn't be able to see as much when the water soaked through the black material - but she was still a site anyway. I should mention Lynn wasn't really my type. She had short black air, and a kind of freckly face, and without being rude, she's not exactly proportioned the way I prefer women to be. But she was my friend, and I was determined to make this experience everything she wanted it to be.

I asked her to cross her hands behind her back, and she did so meekly. I then tied her hands tightly enough so she wouldn't be able to escape, but not so tight that she would be sore after two and a half minutes. She shivered as I finished tying the knot, and I gave her a comofrting smile. Next, I had her sit on the edge of the tub and I bound her ankles, and then her knees, together securely. I asked if everything was tight wnough and she said yes. With my help, she swung around so her bound ankles enetered the water. While she waited patiently (what else could she do), I added bubble bath to the water and made sure it started to froth up. I was reday for the next stage of tying Lynn up.

I wrapped rope around her cheast beneath her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides. Then I went over to the bag and grabbed the scarves and the tape. Lynn eyed me nervously, but said nothing. I also grabbed a clean washcloth form under the sink on my way over to her.

"And that would be for?" she asked.

I answered as I turned off the faucet. "How far do you want to go?"

Ash
doushd@hotmail.com

Tue Apr 7 00:56:04 UTC+0800 1998

She eyed me nervously.

"I meant in terms of being tied up."

She smiled a little. "Doesn't seem like I have much choice, does it?"

It was my turn to smile.

I grabbed the washcloth and said: "Opem wide."

She asked me to wait, and I looked at her expectantly.

"Kiss me," she said simply. For the first time I noticed how uneven her breathing was. She was REALLY enjoying this. Unable to reisit, I kissed her. Once. As much as she wasn't my type in the normal course of events - this was not the normal course of events!

But that was all I allowed myself. I don't think I would have been able to look myself in the mirror had I taked advantage of Lynn while she was so vulnerable in the midst of her fantasy. (That sounds pretty noble, doesn't it?)

I broke the kiss and quickly filled her mouth with the washcloth. She protested a little, but I held the washcloth in place as I folded one of the scarves into a crude band and cleave gagged her with it. Still not satisfied, I ripped off three peices of tape and covered her lips over the cleave gag as best I could. Finally, I blinfolded Lynn with the second scarf.

Then, to finish her fantasy, I lowered her into the water that was about 25 centimetres deep - Then I stepped back to watch. Lynn stuggled for a while, trying to free herself. I stayed with her, making sure she didn't fall face down in the water, and kept asking her if she was alright. She would always nod her head and continue to twist aginst her bonds. Whoah, was she a site! Eventually, she gave up, and layed back in the water, her head resting against the wall.

I still see Lynn around today - and although we never got together officially, we did share the occasional bondage experience. That ended when she met her (now) fiancee. She's a great girl, but I can't help but wonder if her fiancee is as good at tying her up as I was! ;-)

Where did those days go?

Ash
doushd@hotmail.com

Mon Apr 06 19:21:13 1998

Well...here is my first post...long overdue...sorry guys...many more to come.

I was 14 and was dating a girl...Tracie who was 13. I had been tied before by my babysitter and by some of my sisters friends...and was coming to realize that I liked it. So I was trying to figure a way to tell Tracie that I would like her to tie me.

One night we were watching a movie...cant remember which one...that had a prolonged b & g scene in it. It was a girl getting tied...and she was wrapped up tight. I saw this an opportunity to bring up the subject.

"How can they expect us to believe that she cant get loose....I mean, its almost impossible to really tie somebody up so that they cant get free" I said.

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 19:28:10 1998

Tracie looked at me and her eyes kind of lit up...making me feel a little more comfortable.

"How would you know?" she asked coyly.

I told her briefly that my babysitter had tied and gagged me for fun a few years back...and that I got loose easily. This was not true, I could not get loose...but thats another story.

"I'll bet you I could tie you so that you couldnt get loose!" she said.

My heart began racing...this was working out perfect!

"Your'e on!" I said. "I'll bet you a pizza this Friday" I really hoped to lose that bet.

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 19:33:04 1998

It was about 10 and the movie was ending.

"You ready to try?" I asked.

Tracie looked at her watch. "It's too late now...I dont want to be rushed. Come over tomorrow around 4. My mom and Dad are going out to dinner...they wont be back til 9 or 10. And if I do decide to untie you....you can buy me my pizza!"
She winked and kissed me goodnight.

Needless to say, the next day of school was the longest ever. Finally we let out and at promptly 4...I showed up at Tracies door.

"Right on time!" she said, and let me in. "Follow me"

She took me by the hand and led me to the basement.

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 19:39:05 1998

When I got down there...I got really excited. Tracie had all of her equipment laid out....rope....duct tape...silk scarves.....and pantyhose.

"Lie down here" she said...leading me to a leather massage table her parents had in a back room. I did as instructed.

Without a word...she grabbed a length of rope and FIRMLY bound my hands together above my head. She then led another rope from it to one of the legs of the table,

"Is that too tight?" she asked sweetly.

"No" I replied.

"Good" she smiled. With that she spread my legs apart and bound each of my ankle to the font two legs of the table.

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 19:45:02 1998

"How does that feel?"she asked. "Think you can get loose?"

"Probably" I replied sarcastically....just asking for more. I got more. She left the room for a second and came back with a bunch of Ace bandages (she was a trainer for the fotball team). I knew I was in trouble now.

"This might change your mind" she teased...and proceeded to secure me to the table with the bandages from my shoulders to my knees. when she was done I couldnt move an inch.

"Wow....I think youve got me" I said. When you want your pizza?"

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 19:50:37 1998

She held a finger to my lips.

"Not so fast, honey" she cooed. "You dont think Im gonna let you off that easy do you? Besides...you look so cute like that!" I tried to struggle against the ropes in vain. But even if I could have gotten loose, I did not want to.

She walked across the room and grabbed the scaves and the duct tape. Holding the scarf, she rubbed the silky texture against my face.

"A couple of finishing touches for my little prisoner. Raise your head"

I did as instructed, and she wrapped the scarf around my eyes tightly. She then too sevaral pieces of tape and placed them over my eyes...

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 19:56:12 1998

I heard her giggle at my helplessness. She then bent over and kissed my lips...

"Open your mouth, hostage!" she ordered.

Man, I thought, she is really getting into this. I opened wide and felt a pair of pantyhose shoved in. She then took at least 7 or 8 turns around my head with the tape...totallly silencing me. She stood back and laughed.

"OK...get loose!" she teased. I knew I couldnt....but made a vain effort. No chance.

Shae laughed and toyed with me for a while...tickling my feet...biting on my ears....and taunting my helplesseness. Then she stopped.

"Im gonna go take a shower before I let you buy my pizza. Just lay here for a while and think about how helpless you are".

Jeff

Mon Apr 06 20:03:31 1998

Of course, she followed that with the inevitable.."Oh, and don't go anywhere" I grunted beneath my gag and heard her make her way up the stairs.

I laid there for about a half an hour when the situation took a wild twist. I heard a faint knock on the front door...followed by three or four more female voices. My heart began to race as I heard the voices approach. Then I heard several sets of footsteps coming down the stairs...giggling the whole way.

"Oh my God Trace, you really did it!" I heard one voice exclaim that I recognized as Lisa, Tracie's best friend.

"He asked me to" replied Tracie...as I cringed. I heard someone approach me.

Jeff

Tue Apr 07 02:49:41 PDT 1998

Great stories Ash and Jeff! Keep them coming. (And thanks, Ash, for your kind words earlier about my story)
Doug

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Wed Apr 8 10:52:38 CDT 1998

First, Canuck. Thanks for all your hard work in doing this page. It is wonderful. I'm sorry I don't have any experiences to tell.

Gillian -- Great stories. It must have been so neat to grow up with you. And don't worry about being like "Velma." I always wanted her to be tied and gagged on Scooby Doo. Now I guess I really would like her to tie and gag me. Thanks again for all your stories.

A-man and Nesblt -- nice stories also.

Everyone please keep up the good work!

mike

Wed Apr 08 20:18:20 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks! Salut Canuck!

Nice to see lots of new postings. Well done, Ash - it looks like it just needed a prod from you and the floodgates opened.

Good stories everyone - and good to see some more first-time posters.

Mike - Nice to see someone put in a good word for Velma. Scooby-Doo came along after I'd (sort of) grown out of children's television, but when I watched it later with my own kids, Velma was my favourite. Don't get me wrong - I'm very happy with my shape, but anyone who was imagining me as a tall sylph-like teenager has it wrong - I was short broad and tough! (And I still am!)

Canuck - I've got a couple of stories which I'm hesitant about. One dates from my teens, the other from early 20s. They are the only two occasions I have contrived to stage a tie-up scene in public (both girls-tie-girls). Because they were public, I would have to disguise events more than usual to make sure that I am not identifiable. So - might be off topic for both age and degree of fictionalisation. You're the webmaster, so you decide, Canuck.

Gillian B

Wed Apr 08 16:56:33 Est (Heure d'été) 1998

Gillian, dear Gillian...

Your grown-up stories are fine with me, as long, as I said to Ash a few posts up, that they follow the guidelines posted at the top of this page (which they do, I am sure). Everyone would certainly enjoy reading your new tales, and I have no intention of denying them this pleasure ;).

Thank you again Gillian for all your excellent contributions to my site.

And thanks everyone else for your stories and your nice words about my site.

Canuck100
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Wed Apr 8 23:57:14 EDT 1998

Hey! I actually have a story for once! (okay, it's not much, but it falls sort of on topic, and since I visit this site pretty much everyday, I decided to go ahead and post it.) Anyways, here it goes, my first adult tie up. It's not much at all, but hey...I'll take anything at this point. Anyways, here goes:

I'm in college, and I pay for it by being a lifeguard. Right now I'm taking a WSI (water safety instructor) course so I can hopefully get some more cash and pay for my schooling. So today in class we were learning how to teach disabled people to swim. You know what that means! Some of the classmates had to be tied up. I arranged it so that I got to tie up the two better looking girls in the class, (one of which I'm slightly enamored with) with large triangular bandages. So here I am with two lovely girls in bathing suits, and I get to bind them and blindfold them. So first I take the one that I didn't really like, and I bind her left arm to her body, and tie her feet together. Then I turn to the one I like, and I take my time with her, retying several portions of the "ropes" I then got to guide them both all around the pool. Believe me, I'm very glad the water was cold today, because pulling two beautiful wet bound girls around a pool was turning me on big time. After that, I got to blindfold them, and then led them around the pool like that too.

I know it's not much compared to a lot your guys' experiences, but hey...it's all I've got. :P

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Thu Apr 09 17:29:55 1998

Jeff, are you going to finish your story?

Fri Apr 10 23:36:31 UTC+0100 1998

Greetings!

Sorry I haven't had time to post lately. Great stories though, and good to see some new contributors.

Gillian has asked me to do a test for her, so I'm here in the capacity of her technical advisor...

The test is whether I can get stuff to appear in bold or italic or whether you just see the HTML tags I used on the page. I won't know until I post it.

Please feel free to delete this junk, Canuck!

Jon(McA)

Fri Apr 10 23:37:29 UTC+0100 1998

Well, that didn't work! The CGI script just eats tags (probably a good policy on Tripod's part, so you can't trash someone's page with duff HTML).

I'll post a story before too long.

Jon(McA)

Fri Apr 10 23:37:29 UTC+0100 1998

Well, that didn't work! The CGI script just eats tags (probably a good policy on Tripod's part, so you can't trash someone's page with duff HTML).

I'll post a story before too long.

Jon(McA)

Fri Apr 10 10:21:34 1998

My Bondage Experience? It was when I was 13. I had a best friend, let's call him Bob, who came over to my house one day. We rented the movie Ransom and after the movie he said he would love to try that.
Without hesitation, I told him to sit still and I went to get my dad's rope and duct tape. I knew I wouldn't get in trouble cause my parents wouldn't be back for hours. I came back in and told him lets try tying him up. He said ok so we went to a closet in my house that wasn't used. I put a chair inside the closet and Bob sat down. I tied some rope tightly around his wrists and he put them in back of him. Then I tied his legs and ankles together. Next I looped rope all around his body and the chair. Now he couldn't squirm out he told me. He said that was fun and told me to untie him. I told him I wasn't done yet. When he saw the duct tape he tried to squirm out and yelled don't you dare. But then I put a long piece of Duct Tape on his mouth. Then I wrapped another one all around his head. He tried telling me to let him go but it came out mmmpph!!! Next I took a blindfold and out it over his eyes. Then I told him that I was hungry and that I was going out to get some pizza. When he heard this he violently began to struggle at the ropes. I told him to sit tight for an hour. And I locked the closet door. When I came back with a large pan of pizza for the both of us I opened the closet door and saw Bob still struggling to escape. I took off the duct tape and asked him if he had enougth. Which he replied with "I'm gonna get you for this!!" I told him that was the wrong response and put more duct tape on him. And left him there for another hour.
Of course I untied him later and he told me that it was fun trying to struggle. He then told me if we could do it again. But that's another story. E-mail me if you want me to post it up. :)

Tommy Chenkow
Indomass@aol.com

Sun Apr 12 16:53:53 UTC+0100 1998

A Knotty Problem (Part 1 of 5)

I seem to have spent about half my waking hours on business travel lately, but I've finally had time to write up another story. It's getting harder; I'm beginning to run out of material. My 'golden age' of tie up games with Bob and Jill ran from about 1964 or 1965 to 1968. (There's nothing before that, and not a lot after.) The individual incidents must number over 100, but the overwhelming majority are not worth writing about. The good stories (in my view) are about incidents which were funny, frightening or bizarre, which changed the way we played or which cast some light on our relationship as kids playing together.

This is another story of a tying-up escapade involving me (age 10), my best friend Bob (age 11) his sister Jill (12). (Regulars here will not need to be reminded that Jill grew up to be Gillian B whose stories grace this page and delight us all.)

We had tried out various tying-up games. We played 'escapes', taking it in turn to be tied up and seeing who could escape. This game was only interesting as long as there was a real chance of escape; we got too good at tying after a while. We progressed to tying each other up at the same time, so all three of us were tied and had to try to escape. This proved problematic. We always used woollen scarves and socks for tying, and it turned out that none of us could get the final few bonds tight enough when we were working with our own hands tied, so escape was absurdly easy.

Jon(McA)

Sun Apr 12 16:55:12 UTC+0100 1998

A Knotty Problem (Part 2 of 5)

Jill had, however, acquired from her mum a quantity of discarded nylon stockings. Prior to the events in this story, Jill and Bob had already done some experiments and discovered that stockings were very effective for tying. We had already discovered that chafing was a real risk in tying-up games, so generally made sure that wrists and ankles were protected. Bob and Jill found that nylon stockings could be much worse in this respect and by the time of this story knew that we should take care.

The three of us were alone in Bob and Jill's house (I think it was a Saturday morning and their parents had gone off to do the weekly shopping) and we had chosen the box room as the location for our game. (A 'box room' is a room too small for habitation but intended for storage.) The box room was adjacent to a bedroom and was basically a triangular space tucked under the eaves of the house. It was about twenty feet long and seven wide, with a ceiling height just under six feet one side and at floor level the other side. There were small windows each end and a door into the bedroom. The box room was mainly used for storage, but Bob and Jill had also colonised it as a den.

We probably concocted some scenario to our game (we usually did), possibly we were kidnap victims or had been captured by a spy, but the object was to escape. For realism, we locked the box room door (and hung the key on a hook nearby). As I mentioned, we always took precautions to avoid chafing. Jill was wearing a cardigan over a cotton dress and had borrowed her mother's thick walking stockings to provide ankle and knee protection over her tights. Bob was wearing jeans and tucked the ends of them into thick socks. I had shorts on, so I just borrowed an extra pair of thick socks from Bob.

Jon(McA)

Sun Apr 12 16:55:55 UTC+0100 1998

A Knotty Problem (Part 3 of 5)

Bob and Jill started by tying their own ankles and knees with stockings. Jill demonstrated for me by tying my ankles. Rather than binding them, she made a 'tom-fool' knot in a stocking, put my feet through the loops, pulled the ends tight and tied a couple of half hitches with the free ends. The result was resilient enough to be a hobble, rather than a tight binding, but still too snug to wriggle my feet out. As I was wearing shorts, Jill tied my knees with a scarf for comfort, instead of a stocking.

Wrist bonds were also based on a tom-fool knot. Bob started by tying Jill's wrists. He made a tom-fool knot, put her hands (with thick gloves on) through the loops behind her back and knotted off the ends. The stocking was stretchy enough that the ends could be pulled round to the front of Jill's waist and tied together there. Bob finished off by tying a long scarf tightly round Jill's upper arms and chest. Finally he gagged her by putting a handkerchief in her mouth and then tying a scarf over her mouth and nose (Jill never liked cleave gags).

I followed suit by tying Bob in the same way that he had tied Jill, except that I gagged him with a sock as a cleave gag.

Lastly, Bob and Jill finished off tying me up. I assisted as far as I could, by cleave gagging myself with a sock and tying a long scarf round my upper arms and chest. I prepared a tom-fool knot in a stocking, then handed it to Jill. I put on a borrowed pair of mittens (belonging to Jill I think; they were pink), then put my hands behind my back. Jill pulled the ends of the stocking tight, then, working with Bob, knotted them. (Quite an achievement when your hands are tied behind your back and you're gagged.) Again working together, they managed to tie the ends of the stocking together at the front of my waist.

Jon(McA)

Sun Apr 12 16:56:37 UTC+0100 1998

A Knotty Problem (Part 4 of 5)

We sat together for a few minutes admiring the realism of the situation we had achieved. When we started to try to free ourselves, however, it became obvious that we had set ourselves a very difficult task. None of us could make any impression on either the stockings binding ourself or either of the others. Anyone who has used nylon stockings for bondage games will have realised the problem; the knots tend to shrink down to pea size and are very difficult to undo, even if you're not wearing woollen gloves and working with your hands tied behind your back. We un-gagged each other and untied the scarves round each other's arms and round my knees and assessed the situation. It was becoming obvious that we were not going to be able to free ourselves easily. We had locked ourselves in, there was nothing in the box room to use to cut our bonds and we were alone in the house. (Not clever!)

It was clear that we had to get out of the box room. Unlocking the door wasn't going to be easy. The door handle and lock were placed quite high up on the door, about four feet from the floor (trendy 1930's house design). We managed to knock the key off the hook and onto the floor quite easily, but with the stockings tying our wrists going round our waists, none of us could get our hands high enough up to put the key in the keyhole. We tried forcing the stocking tying Bob up from waist level (he was the slimmest of us) to get his hands higher, but to no avail.

Bob knelt down on the floor and suggested that I stand on his back to get at the keyhole, but with tied ankles, I couldn't get up onto his back.

Jon(McA)

Sun Apr 12 16:57:18 UTC+0100 1998

A Knotty Problem (Part 5 of 5)

Jill next suggested that I sat on her shoulders, so she could lift me to keyhole level. I was the only one with untied knees, so this seemed workable. Jill squatted down with her back to the door and I stood in front of her with my knees apart. With difficulty, she managed to get her head low enough and I did a sort of backwards hop to get my weight onto her shoulders. She straightened up slowly and carefully, leaning against the door as she did so. The first attempt failed and we toppled over, knocking the wind out of both of us. The second attempt succeeded; I got the key in the hole and turned it (not easy behind my back with mittens on). As I pushed down on the door handle, it opened and Jill and I fell backwards into the adjacent bedroom. We were winded, but jubilant.

The three of us now set out for the kitchen. We were able to get upright with a little difficulty (easiest for me as my knees weren't tied) and there was enough slack in our ankle bonds to shuffle along with tiny steps. We were upstairs, so we had to negotiate the staircase on the way. This was actually quite easy; we sat down and bounced down from step to step on our bottoms.

Once in the kitchen, we were able to get the big kitchen scissors out of the cutlery drawer. Wielding scissors with hands tied behind her back wasn't easy, but Jill was able to snip through my wrist bond and I was then able to get my mittens off and free the other two. Despite the wrist and ankle protection, I remember feeling distinctly battered after that experience and had aches and pains in all sorts of unexpected places.

When we played any subsequent games which involved us all being tied up, we made very sure we had an emergency escape plan.

Jon(McA)

Hey! I would just like to say I really like this page a lot. It was a great idea. I have always been interested in bondage things but never admitted it before. I find the stories interesting, thanks.

Jake
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Hey, It's me again. I'm really into these experiences you guys have had, especially Jeff's. I'd like to have one but...ah well, anyway, I can read your guys' stories.

Jake

Sun Apr 12 23:11:09 1998

Back in the old neighborhood when I was about 14 I guess, I was good friends with a guy across the street. Michelle was a couple years older than I. We did the tie-em up games often with the other kids in the neighborhood. One day, Matt..my friend was visiting family with his Mom and Dad. Michelle asked if I wanted to come over and watch TV at her house cause her parents were gone, I said sure. We were watching a movie..ya know one of those action flicks with the damsel in distress bound and gagged. Michelle had always liked to play the games in the neighborhood. She was always the one chasing after me. She asked me if I liked palying the games...knowing that I did. i told her that I thought the games were fun. She then asked if I wanted to play one right now. Of course I went along being a red blooded American boy. She jumped up quickly and left the room. She returned with a handful of ropes, a roll of duct tape from the garage, and 4 or 5 of her belts from her closet. She took one of the pieces of rope and standing over me sternly told me to put my hands behind my back. I did so and she began wrapping the ropes around my wrists very tightly. The phone rang and she told me to stay there. I couldn't hear what she was saying while on the phone. She returned from the kitchen and told me we she wanted to take me downstairs. She lead me down the stairs...when we got to the family room she wheeled her fathers office chair into the room and told me to sit in it. She untied my hands and retied them around back. She then tied my ankles to the wheels. There was a knock at the door upstairs. I told her to untie me, she looked at me with an evil grin and tore of a piece of the duct tape and slapped it over my mouth. She went into the laundry room and came out with a scarf that she used to blindfold me. She ran upstairs and I could hear female voices as they came down stairs. I heard one of the girls say " I can't believe you tied him up." I then realized it was there pla

Stone
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Sun Apr 12 23:35:39 1998

I just stumbled across this great sight. It is good to see that other people had fun in their younger lives like I did. I have a story that I would like to share with ya'll. My parents have this cabin on a lake. I spent many summers up there in my teens. I used to hang out with this girl who also was up for the summers. We had the summer romance thing going for a long time. Granted we were just teenagers. We talked about all our teenage fantasies...one day she told me about how she had seen a television show where she had seen a girl getting tied up and gagged. She thought it might be fun to try. She asked me if she could tie me up sometime and try it, then I could do it to her. I was shocked, we had never talked about this topic before. I had wanted to try it for some time. I said yes. She told me to come over to her folks cabin on Friday night, her parents were going to a party and were going to be gone all night. I showed up on the planned night...I gotta tell you I was sweating. She met me at the door, told me to sit on the couch and she would be right back. I waited for what seemed like an hour. She walked into the room with a lot of rope. She told me to take off my shirt...so I did. That's all that came off folks!!!!! She asked me to put my hands out in front of me. I did and she proceeded to wrap about a ten foot length of rope around me wrists. Once she had my hands secured, she looked at me and grinned. " I have a lot planned for you mister" she said. She took the next piece of rope and wrapped it around my bound wrists like a leash and pulled me up from the couch and pulled me into her bedroom. She sat me down in her closet and then tied my ankles together. Another piece of rope was used to tie my already bound hands to my feet. I was completely tied up and loving every minute of it. She reached up into her closet and pulled down a wad of scarves. I asked her why she had put me in the closet? She said she wanted to keep me here as her prisoner for

Jake

Mon Apr 13 00:02:05 1998

Hey..it's me again. I do have another story that I would like to post.

This happened when I was 17 or so. I was over at a friends house one night watching a movie with a girl that unbeknownst to her I really liked. We were good friends and had been for a while. She had invited a friend of hers over to watch the movie with us. I was a cocky teenager always one with a smart comment..nothing really bad just liked to rib people ya know. Anyway we were sitting around watching the movie and I was giving them both grief about this and that. Julie told me to watch myself or they would shut me up. I kept it up and she gave me the final warning, " Keep it up and you'll be sorry ". Kelly agreed that I better watch my "P's and Q's". Like the smart mouth that I was I said, " take your best shot ". With that Julie jumped me from behind and got me to the floor. We wrestled for a couple seconds, then Julie yelled at Kelly to help her. Kelly jumped on me also and they both held my arms behind me. With Kelly kneeling on my back holding my hands behind me, Julie jumped up and said " I'll go and get some rope, let's tie him up ". Kelly was pretty strong, and with her kneeling on my back I couldn't get my hand free. Julie came back into the room with a coill of ropes. With Kelly holding my arms in a deathgrip, Julie got my the rope around my wrists about 4 or 5 times and sinched it tight. I was getting a litte pissed now and told them it wasn't fair how they ganged up me and to untie me. Julie said, " I warned you ". Kelly then said, " we got his hands tied lets really tie him up. Julie's eyes lit up, " We have more rope in the garage, I go and get it, you hold him here" Kelly was all over that. " We'll have you to tied up in no time" I told Kelly that this was a big mistake and that paybacks were hell. Kelly yelled to Julie, " get something to gag him with to ". I knew I was in for it now. Julie came back with a lot more rope and a washcloth and some duct tape. I tried to kick m

Jake

Mon Apr 13 13:02:43 1998

Jake and Stone, good stories, but your posts
got cut off. Please post the rest....

Thanks.

Uh...I'm not one to complain or anything, Good story jake (if that is your real name)...but...I post under the name Jake as well. So as to prevent further confusion, I will now post under the name as Jimbo.

Jake, The First

Mon Apr 13 20:26:50 1998

Sorry Jake/Jim. That is the real name. Looking forward to some fo your stories....

Jake

Wed Apr 15 00:20:53 1998

Props to Canuck for his page, which opened up a floodgate of memeories for me. Much the bondage depicted on the other pages just looks downright painful and , for lack of a better word, ugly.
I guess I should contribute an experience of my own. I can only hope it's as riveting as some of the other tales on this page. Here goes.....
I was about 14 at the time, and it was towards the beginning of a long hot summer in the Northeast. One day, I was at a friend of the familiy's house, and they had 2 daughters, one we'll call R___, who was a few months younger than me, very cute (and well-developed) and whom I had the biggest crush on, and one we'll call L___, who was closer to 17 years and very good-looking. Keep in mind this is a small town, and there's not much for a kid to do except wait to get his (or her) driver's liscence and drive to the big city. But that was still a few years off. However, R___ had just recieved a new computer for her birthday, and was happily showing it off to those who came by (this was the late 80's when computers were 'just getting started' I guess).
So I had walked over there (not an exactly within walking distance, but I had plenty of time on my hands). I show up, and there's R___ barefoot with a pair of 'semi-Daisy Duke' shorts and a white T-shirt (with bra) that was quite snug on her well devloped chest. Acing like a kid on Christmas morning, wanting to show me this new computer of hers.L___ was going back and forth between her room and the kitchen. R___ takes me to her room and shows me this then-new Apple something-or other computer. Then she puts in a game and challenges me to beat her high score after playing with it for a few minutes. Suddenly, R___ stops and turns to me asking if I want any iced tea. Being thirsty, I naturally said yes.
"I'll be right back" She said "Don't touch anything while I'm gone."
Now the word 'anything' was too vauge for me, plus I hadn't had the chance to try the computer yet, and was very eager to do so. So I interpete

BD

Wed Apr 15 01:46:44 1998

awwww crap, I got cut off, the only thing wrong with this page.....
Anyways, I interpeted that as "Don't break the computer while I'm gone". After a few minutes of pecking at the keyboard, I heard some footsteps behind me. There's R___ in her short-shorts, tight T-shirt, with a glass of iced tea in each hand and a scowl on her cute little face.
"'Don't touch anything while I'm gone' meant don't touch anything while I'm gone." She said
She set the iced teas down on her beareu and headed for me and the computer.
"Sorry, it's just that you were taking forever." I said. This was an awkward moment for me, so I got up and was ready to slink by her and let her resume playing computer games. I had to step around an oversized box adjacent to the computer, and when my back was to her, she tackled me.
I had about six inches and 20 pounds on her, but she had the element of suprise and was fairly strong for her size. Almost immedeately, she had knocked me off balance and had me face-down on the ground. Then she was able to pin my wrists together behind my back. In hindsight, I could've got her a few times by kicking blindly and hitting her as a result, but if you're being wrestled to the ground by somebody who looks like R___, sometimes you just WANT to be subdued.
I felt the pressure on my wrists let up a little, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grab an old jumprope lying on the floor, the I felt it being coiled tightly around my wrists and triple-knotted.
"Is this how you treat all your guests?" I asked
"No, just the ones who can't keep their grubby hands off my computer without asking" she said
Then she got up, looked down at me, with that wicked little grin still on her face and said:
"Don't go anywhere"
Shortly after she left the room, I sat up and wondered if I should make a break for it, the quickly dismissed the idea. Not long after that, R___ comes back with her sister L___, who was appraising her sister's work.
"Not bad, but something's missing. He could've gotten away

BD

Mon Apr 21 15:26:50 1998 Est (Heure d'été)

We're back!

There was a problem with Tripod's posting system (you may have noticed that there has not been a lot of posting recently), but everything seems to be working fine now. I hope will we get to read the ending of the stories that were cut off by the notorious word-eating Tripod posting system. Jeff, Stone, Jake and BD, please post the end of your stories again.

Thanks to everyone who e-mailed me to tell me about the problem.

And now, here's something Gillian e-mailed me while this page was gone. Enjoy your reading and welcome back!

Canuck100

Mon Apr 21 15:26:50 1998

Prologue

I enjoyed Jon(McA)'s last story (A Knotty Problem) - it was another trip down memory lane for me. I'd forgotten that episode until I read Jon's account of it. It's funny now, but it was really scary at the time. That story brought another incident to mind which is the subject of my latest effort.

A few weeks ago I had a lengthy discussion with JD covering (amongst other things) motivation in tie-up games. On further reflection, I don't think I was absolutely correct in my assertions about my own motivation. There was a stage when I was about 13 or 14 when I did begin to enjoy the experience of being tied up (if I was in the mood for it) - but still in a pre-sexual sort of way. (JD - I had no intention to deceive - I had just forgotten.) This meant that I was often enjoying games with Bob and Jon in two different ways. I enjoyed the thrill of whatever scenario we had spun round the game and if I won and tied up one or both of the boys, then I enjoyed my victory. On the other hand, if I was the one tied up, I would be annoyed at being the loser of the tie up game, but could still enjoy (differently) the period while I was tied up.

From these tie-up games, I developed an interest in escapology and stage magic (which I still retain) - I mentioned this in one of my previous posts. I sometimes used escape experiments as a pretext to get my brother Bob or my Mum to tie me up. I also experimented with a little self-bondage. I never managed to tie myself up in such a way that it was a real challenge to escape. Until, that is, I discovered a certain knot...

Tying Myself up in Knots

I can't now remember where I found it (possibly "Ashley's Book of Knots") but the knot in question was the "Constrictor Knot". I think the constrictor knot is technically a hitch - it has to be tied round something, otherwise it comes undone. In form it's a sort of hybrid between a clove hitch and an overhand knot. If you tie one of these, you get a loop with two turns and two free ends sticking out. Pull on the free ends and the loop shrinks. Pull it tight round something and it self locks (unlike a clove hitch).

Now it occurred to me that I might be able to arrange a constrictor knot as a wrist binding. I did an experiment with a constrictor knot in a scarf, gripping one end between my knees and the other in my teeth to pull the loop tight on my wrists. (Actually I didn't pull it *too* tight, so I was able to wriggle my hands out without too much trouble.) After some thought and an experiment on a Sindy doll (UK equivalent of Barbie), I concluded that I could tie my wrists behind my back by using an ankle binding and a gag as the means of pulling the constrictor knot tight. (A hog-tie in other works - but I didn't know that term then.)

I decided to try out my plan one Saturday morning when I had the house to myself. My parents were out shopping and Bob had gone out to see his friend Jon. I settled down in my bedroom with a pile of woolly scarves and socks (my preferred tying-up equipment). I had made sure I was dressed comfortably for the experiment - stretchy ski pants (quite the thing in the mid 60's) and a thick woolly sweater. I pulled thick socks on over my ski pants to pad my ankles a bit and had a pair of mittens handy to do the same for my wrists.

My first job was to prepare the constrictor knot. I had a long very narrow scarf which was suitable. (I knitted it myself - it had been shorter and wider until I used it in tie-up games. After it stretched, it was no use for anything other than tie up games!) As I mentioned, the knot needs to be round something. I tied it round an empty talcum powder canister to hold it temporarily.

I tied my ankles with a short scarf and used another to tie my legs just above knee level. All straightforward so far. The tricky bit was the gag. I normally disliked cleave gags as I tend to get the sides of my mouth bruised by them or the inside of my mouth scratched by my teeth. However, I realised that for safety I would have to use a cleave gag this time as I couldn't risk the gag slipping down onto my throat. I decided to apply a blindfold as well, partly to share some of the pressure from the hog tie so it wasn't all on my mouth. I had quite long hair in those days, and didn't want it tangled up in all the knots I was going to have to tie behind my head, so I put on a cotton headscarf first, crossed under my chin, knotted at the back of my neck and tucked into the collar of my sweater. I stuffed a hankie into my mouth then cleave gagged myself with a hockey sock (cultural note - I'm British, so when I say "hockey", I mean field hockey). I made sure the gag was tight enough not to pull down, then I added the blindfold, using another sock. I pushed the blindfold up onto my forehead until I finished the rest of the preparations.

Sitting on my bed, I tied one end of the long scarf with the constrictor knot to my ankle binding. I rolled onto my tummy on the bed and brought my feet as far up behind me as I could. I then tied the other end of the long scarf through both gag and blindfold behind my head (hence the headscarf - I didn't want my hair tied in too).

I tied another long scarf round my arms and body just above my elbows. I made sure that my mittens were in reach, then pulled down the blindfold.

Now for the last stage. Working blind, I put my mittens on, then reached behind my back. I pushed the talc tin out of the constrictor knot and let it fall on the floor, then I pushed my hands through the knot from opposite sides. A gentle pull with my feet and the knot started to tighten neatly. I found that to tighten it fully, I needed to apply a steady tension with feet and gag and pull my wrists first towards one then the other, back and forth, pulling the knot tight little by little.

I stopped when I had a firm pressure on my wrists. I took stock of the situation - all very secure but comfortable (with the possible exception of the gag). I discovered that if I wriggled down the bed a little, I could support my feet on the top of the footboard, taking the tension off wrists and gag. I enjoyed the snug and secure feeling and, unlike other occasions when I had tied myself up, I didn't feel as if I was only pretending to be tied.

After ten or fifteen minutes I decided it was time to start the escape. That's when the problems began. My wrist binding was absolutely secure - there was very little scope for movement, let alone any chance of pulling my hands free. The only knot I could reach was the one at the foot end of the scarf with the constrictor knot in it, and the way my wrists were tied I could get either hand onto it but not both. With mittens on, I couldn't untie the knot one-handed. I tried twisting my head to see if I could work the gag and blindfold up off the top of my head, but the gag was far too tight for that. I squirmed and kicked a bit, more on principle than with any definite plan, but found that doing this was making my wrist binding uncomfortably tight and hurting my mouth.

I concluded that I would just have to wait for someone to find me and settled down as comfortably as I could for a long wait. Oddly enough, I found myself dozing off from time to time, which was often disorientating and frightening when I woke up. Blindfolded and sleeping on and off like this, I had no idea of the passage of time.

At one point I heard voices downstairs and realised that Bob and Jon were in the house. I was too well gagged to be able to alert them and eventually I heard them go out again.

Much later, I was still dozing from time to time, my arms and mouth were getting sore and I was generally very uncomfortable. I was roused from one of these dozes by my Mum sounding concerned, "Are you all right dear? Do you want me to untie you?" I made appropriate urgent/unhappy/relieved noises through my gag and she untied me. What a relief - I'd been tied up for nearly 4 hours.

My wrists and mouth were battered and bruised after that escapade and I felt weak and shaky for the remainder of the day. I didn't get any sympathy at all from Bob - just hoots of laughter. I was *much* more circumspect about tie-up games on my own after that. (But I still managed a self-tie that I couldn't get out of, years later when I was at university.)

Gillian

Mon Apr 21 22:06:19 1998

The Magic Show - Prologue

This story is a little bit different. It describes an act that my schoolfriend Janet and I did at our annual school cabaret, just before Christmas 1967 when I was 13 and Janet had just turned 14. Following Jon's convention, "Jill" is me as a child.

The cabaret was a big event in the school calendar. As usual with school performances, there was a lot of time devoted to various school choirs and music groups and different classes put on plays or sketches. Most items were put on or organised by teachers. There was, however, always an opportunity allowed for girls, individually or in groups, to do something of their own. (It had to be previewed and then endorsed by a teacher.)

Janet and I had developed a passion for stage magic (which I still hugely enjoy) and had come up with a short performance. (Which also included our "other" more covert hobby of tying each other up.) We were inspired by Harry Houdini's book "On Magic" which remains to this day one of the great books on stage illusions. We also had a good deal of help, advice and encouragement from my Mum, who was always a constructive critic and Janet's Mum, who was quite a talented amateur actress. (My brother Bob and his friend Jon acted as stage hands during the work-up and rehearsal stages).

My inspiration to post this story was my re-discovery of our original notes and script and some slightly fuzzy production photos, which came to light during a grand clear-out before my recent house move.

I've been wondering how best to tell the story and conclude that I really have to tell it twice: once to describe what the audience saw, once to tell you how it was done.

(If you don't understand theatre directions, you just need to know that "left" and "right" are relative to an actor facing the audience, "up stage" is away from you, towards the back of the stage and "down stage" is towards you. Shhh, the show's starting...)

The Magic Show - What the Audience Saw
The curtain rises on a stage empty except for a chair and a table centre stage. On the table are an old-fashioned bulb horn, a tambourine and a flag. Janet enters stage left, walks to the middle of the stage, faces the audience and bows. Jill enters stage right and walks up to Janet holding a copy of the cabaret programme. Both are in school uniform of black tunic over black tights with a white blouse worn with a school tie. Janet is also wearing a school blazer.

Jill: It says here you're going to show us some magic.
Janet: That's right, I'm ...
Jill (interrupting): Goody! I love conjuring tricks!
Janet: No, not tricks, magic - real magic.
Jill: Real magic? Like what?

Janet moves to the chair and sits on it facing the audience. The table is in front of her as the audience see it. Jill stands down stage and well to the right so as not to mask her.

Janet: Like this. Screen please!

Janet adopts a pose of concentration with her fingertips to her temples.

From stage left a folding hospital-type screen appears. It has 5 sections totalling about 10 feet long and lots of tiny wheels that make a rumbling noise as it is moved. Two first-year girls (age about 11) are propelling the screen - one pulling, one pushing. They are both in school uniform and progress across the stage quite slowly doing a stately processional dance as they do so.

The screen obscures Janet for perhaps 8-10 seconds. While she is hidden, the horn sounds, the tambourine rattles and the flag is waved above the screen. When Janet can be seen again the horn, tambourine and flag are on the table in front of her where we last saw them. Janet's fingers are on her temples as before. The audience is not sure whether to laugh or whether this is just a really bad act.

Jill: You did that!
Janet: It was magic!

Janet stands up and walks down stage beside Jill.

Jill (gesturing towards audience): You don't expect them to believe that do you?
Janet: Why not? Do you want to see more? Ta-da!

As she says "Ta-da", Janet produces a magician's prop bunch of flowers apparently from nowhere and hands them to Jill.

Jill: They were up your sleeve. I'm really not impressed.

Janet moves back up stage and stands in front of the table.

Janet: Right, I'll fix that! Screen please!

The screen is propelled across the stage as before but in the opposite direction. Janet is obscured for 8-10 seconds again.

When Janet is visible again, she is no longer in school uniform. She is now in the school gymastics outfit of a short sleeved green leotard, worn over black tights. The audience gasps then applauds. Janet now has them on her side. Janet walks back to Jill and produces another bunch of flowers which she hands to Jill.

Jill: OK, it wasn't up your sleeve this time.
Janet (walking back to the chair): Nothing at all up my sleeves. Look, I'll do it again. Screen please!

Janet sits in her attitude of concentration again. The screen is propelled across the stage again. While Janet is obscured, the horn and tambourine sound and the flag is waved as before.

Jill: Come on, that's not real magic!
Janet (still sitting with fingers to temples): I'm not using my hands, you know.
Jill (turning to audience): Let's make sure of that! Come here, Janet.

Janet moves the table to stage left and Jill takes her by the hand and leads her to the front of the stage. Jill claps her hands twice loudly. One of the helpers we saw moving the screen dances on from stage right and places a wicker basket (actually a school waste paper bin) next to Jill then dances off again.

Jill (to Janet): Arms out!

Janet is standing to attention facing the audience. She stretches her arms out sideways. Jill takes two school scarves from the basket and ties one round each of Janet's wrists, so the centre of each scarf forms the knot round her wrist.

Jill (to audience): Can Miss Powell come on stage please. I need an expert to check the knots.

Miss Powell was the guide leader of the school Girl Guides company. She is waiting ready and comes on stage to polite restrained applause.

Miss Powell: Yes, they look like good clove hitches to me.
Jill (to Miss Powell): Please wait, I will need more help in a minute.
Jill (to audience): More help please. Can the hockey and lacrosse captains come on stage please?

The sports captains are two very large 18 year olds who tower over Jill and Janet. Jill leads them behind Janet. Jill crosses Janet's arms in front of her and takes the ends of the scarves round behind her back, handing them to the sports captains.

Jill: Now you two captains pull the scarves as tight as you can behind Janet's back and Miss Powell, would you tie the ends together please?

The sports captains pull and Miss Powell knots. Janet makes a loud "Oof!" sound. The audience laugh, a little nervously.

Jill: Thank you all. And a big hand for my helpers.

The helpers troop off stage to applause.

Jill: Now Janet, go and sit down again please.

Janet goes back to her chair. As she turns to go the audience can see the scarves knotted behind her back. Jill takes two more school scarves from the basket. She ties Janet's ankles to the legs of the chair with them.

Jill (reproachfully): What have you got in your mouth girl?

Janet has a whistle in her mouth, which she blows. It's one of those small metal ones with a fan inside that goes "Whizzzzz". The audience laugh.

Jill: Give!

Janet spits it into Jill's hand. Jill stands behind Janet, facing the audience. She produces a white handkerchief and cleave gags Janet with it. Jill places the table in front of Janet and walks down stage again.

Jill: Now let's see. Screen please!

The screen is propelled across the stage once more. As before, Janet is obscured for 8-10 seconds and as before, the horn and tambourine sound and the flag is seen waving above the screen as it passes. When Janet is visible again, she is still tied up and gagged. The audience gasp then applaud.

Jill: Screen again please!

We see a repeat of the trick, the screen goes across, the horn and tambourine sound, the flag is waved and when Janet is visible again she is still tied and gagged. More applause.

Jill unties Janet's ankles. Janet stands up and turns right round to show she is still securely tied. They both go down stage and bow, Janet's arms still tied and gag still in her mouth. The curtain comes down.

The Magic Show - How we Did it

(If Penn and Teller can give their secrets away - so can I!) There are actually only two major illusions in the whole act - the rest is just scene setting and padding (rather like my stories).

The first time the screen crossed the stage Janet just picked up the props and honked, rattled and waved as you would expect.

The first bunch of flowers was indeed up Janet's sleeve. The flowers themselves are a standard prop available from any magic shop.

Big trick number one was the quick change. Obviously, Janet had her leotard on under her school uniform. The trick was in the preparation of the uniform. The blouse was not buttoned at all, but the top button fastening was held closed by a loop of white thread. The cuffs were held closed in the same way. Her school tie was actually two school ties, knotted together in a tie knot at the front, with the other ends hanging down her back between blouse and tunic. The zip fastener at the back of the tunic was not done up at all and its fabric belt was held by an elastic band at the back. The blazer covered all this mess up. All the layers of clothing were fastened to each other with safety pins. (It took about 20 minutes to get her dressed like this.) All Janet had to do when the screen obscured her was to snap the thread at cuffs and collar, pull the tie knot down and then slip all her clothes off at once over her head. The hard bit was making sure nothing went above the top of the screen or onto the floor as she did so. The clothes were then hung on a hook on the back of the screen.

The second bunch of flowers arrived hidden on the back of the screen. Janet's leotard had a length of elastic round its waist as a belt, so she hid the bunch of flowers (in its collapsed state) by tucking it through the belt behind her back, then whisked it out and opened it when needed.

Big trick number two was the escape trick. The trick was entirely in the tie up. Janet was tied in a "Kellar Tie" - beloved of fake mediums. Tied like this, you can quite easily free yourself, by working one wrist up to shoulder level then swinging your arm across, so your head goes below the arch of your elbow. More importantly, you can re-tie yourself by reversing the moves. Janet's tying was less secure rather than more so by having three people on the job - poor Miss Powell had hardly any room to work and, although the sports captains did their best, they had their fingers between the scarves and Janet's back, leaving slack when they let go. Janet was wearing a leotard so there was nothing to snag the bindings as she freed herself. So, all Janet had to do was to free one arm as soon as the screen hid her, honk, rattle and wave the props, then quickly re-position the free arm. Inevitably, the bindings don't go back in quite the same place, but when I untied Janet's ankles, I just reached round and pushed them back down.

And lastly, the whistle. I had it in my hand as I led Janet to the front of the stage and passed it to her then. She transferred it to her mouth when the audience's attention was focussed on my assistant bringing the basket of scarves on stage.

And that was it - our five minutes of fame. (And our chance to air our "other" hobby in public!) When we met up again at University, Janet and I discussed reviving the partnership and did some rehearsal, but without the full team of both our Mums (and Bob and Jon), it wasn't nearly as much fun and we only ever got around to putting on one performance (without any tying up).

Gillian

Wed Apr 22 12:09:36 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 1)
I have just discovered your marvellous page, and have read every word which has been posted. So much of what has been written mirrors my own child and teen years in the 1960’s and 1970’s.
From the age of seven or eight I was intrigued and excited by bondage scenes on television. Living in England, the shows I remember were ‘The Avengers’, ‘The Baron’, and many American crime and detective series. Honor Blackman and Diana Rigg bound and gagged in perilous situations, and so often wearing leather boots, haunted my dreams. I experimented with tying myself up but no matter how clever I was I was never helpless. It was at the age of twelve that the formative bondage experience of my life took place.
I should explain that I was strong and quite tall for my age, with an slim athletic figure (and went on to play rugby for England at Under 16 and Under 18 level), and I had tried wrestling and tickling girls of my own age and older, but they never succeeded in overpowering me, and my friends were not into kidnap and tying up games, as so many of your correspondents reported.
One Christmas holiday my sister, who was fourteen, had invited a new friend to stay for a few days. Barbara was about my height, with long, slim legs and just about the prettiest girl I had ever seen. Both she and Zena, my sister, were out every day riding across my father’s estate. On the second day of her stay my sister was thrown from her horse, and was taken to hospital as a precaution. Barbara, slightly dishevelled, came into the library in her tight white shirt, immaculate jodhpurs and shiny, black boots. What happened was to change my life for ever …

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Wed Apr 22 12:12:42 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 2)

I had been engaging in one of my favourite pastimes in the library whilst the house was quiet. My younger sister, Amanda, had collected many girls’ comics over the years. I had taken a great pile of them down to the library, and was searching through them for picture stories where the heroine was placed in bondage. As Barbara walked across the polished, wooden floor towards me I quite forgot what I was doing, concentrating instead on the leather riding boots she was wearing. As she reached the table she giggled, and suggested that I was perhaps a little old for reading girls’ comics.

Sitting beside me she looked at the three piles on the table. The largest pile comprised the comics I had yet to search, the second pile comprised the rejects and the smallest pile - embarrassingly open at the pages where bound and gagged heroines were illustrated - was in front of me. Silent for a moment she flicked through the smallest pile, before fixing me with a wide smile. “I used to like stories like this,” Barbara said. “We must like the same sort of things.” With that she walked out of the library, without another word. I sat, red with embarrassment, hoping the earth would open up and swallow me. I cleared up the comics, returning them to Zena’s room, but keeping the interesting ones with me.
Fearing that Barbara would tell my sister, my mother or just drop it into the conversation at dinner was foremost in my mind. I headed for the stables, where I intended to spend the rest of the afternoon in the hay loft. Climbing quickly up the wooden steps, I failed to see Barbara grooming the horse she had been riding that morning. Throwing myself down into the straw, I quickly immersed myself in bondage fantasies with the aid of the pictures in the comics. A few minutes later and I heard someone climbing up into the loft. It was Barbara.

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Wed Apr 22 16:27:12 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 3)

“You really do like seeing girls tied up, don’t you? she said gently. “You looked so upset in the library I had to come and see you. I shan’t tell anyone. Don’t worry.” She lay down in the straw beside me, and flicked through the pages. “Which is your favourite? I like the kidnap stories best. We act them out at school.”

She was so kind and understanding that I opened my heart to her. An hour later we were still lying there, talking about my fantasies. Barbara asked whether I had ever tied anybody up. “Only myself,” I admitted shamefacedly. “Oh, I bet you like to pretend that you’re the girl on the television or in the picture.”

That, suddenly, clarified the situation for me. That was it. Apart from the fact that I couldn’t tie myself properly, the fantasy that I had never admitted to myself or understood, was that I wanted to be the damsel in distress. Tears flooded down my face. Barbara was silent and thoughtful for a few moments. “Come on over to the big house. I think I know what you need.” We walked over to the house and up to the guest wing. I followed Barbara in a daze, my eyes glued to those pert buttocks jiggling in her jodhpurs and the click of her riding boots on the wooden floor.

Asking me to wait outside her room for a moment she went inside and rummaged around. Five minutes later she invited me inside. Laid out on the bed were a white blouse, a black mini skirt, a pile of underwear and a pair of black leather, knee-high boots. “You’re about my size. Your hair is almost down to your shoulders.” She paused. “What we could do is dress you up as a heroine in my clothes, and then I could tie you up really tightly.” She paused again. “Well. What do you think?”

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Wed Apr 22 16:27:12 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 3)

“You really do like seeing girls tied up, don’t you? she said gently. “You looked so upset in the library I had to come and see you. I shan’t tell anyone. Don’t worry.” She lay down in the straw beside me, and flicked through the pages. “Which is your favourite? I like the kidnap stories best. We act them out at school.”

She was so kind and understanding that I opened my heart to her. An hour later we were still lying there, talking about my fantasies. Barbara asked whether I had ever tied anybody up. “Only myself,” I admitted shamefacedly. “Oh, I bet you like to pretend that you’re the girl on the television or in the picture.”

That, suddenly, clarified the situation for me. That was it. Apart from the fact that I couldn’t tie myself properly, the fantasy that I had never admitted to myself or understood, was that I wanted to be the damsel in distress. Tears flooded down my face. Barbara was silent and thoughtful for a few moments. “Come on over to the big house. I think I know what you need.” We walked over to the house and up to the guest wing. I followed Barbara in a daze, my eyes glued to those pert buttocks jiggling in her jodhpurs and the click of her riding boots on the wooden floor.

Asking me to wait outside her room for a moment she went inside and rummaged around. Five minutes later she invited me inside. Laid out on the bed were a white blouse, a black mini skirt, a pile of underwear and a pair of black leather, knee-high boots. “You’re about my size. Your hair is almost down to your shoulders.” She paused. “What we could do is dress you up as a heroine in my clothes, and then I could tie you up really tightly.” She paused again. “Well. What do you think?”

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Wed Apr 22 10:15:12 Pacific Daylight Time 1998

Gillian:
Thanks. That's all. Just "thanks."

jeb

Wed Apr 22 15:48:00 EDT 1998

Gillian, that self tie story was great! Do we get to hear about the other knot you got youself into? I can't wait to hear it. Your stories are always a treat.

Bill

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Wed Apr 22 23:00:06 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 4)

My chest seemed to be about to burst as I struggled for breath. I was filled with excitement and horror. “Go on,” Barbara said. “It’ll be our secret.” I swallowed hard, and just about managed to utter, “Okay, I’ll give it a go.”

With my back to Barbara, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. Quickly pulling the lacy knickers up my legs to cover my modesty, I was then faced with the small white bra. “I can do without this, “ I said. “Oh no, you must,” whispered Barbara. “We’ll stuff it with a pair of socks to make you look right.” Once the bra was fastened, I pulled on the white blouse which was a good fit. The skirt, which came half way down my thighs, was a little tight and I felt a little restricted in it. And then came the boots. Made out of soft calf leather, with a small heel, I pulled the right boot on. It came right up to me knee, and when I zipped it up it was a perfect fit - all tight and shiny and black. The left boot quickly followed, and I was ready. I walked over to the full length mirror and looked. I felt good. I felt vulnerable. I felt like a goddess.

Barbara stood beside me. Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily. “Time for action,” she whispered. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” With that she rushed out the door. I turned and walked away from the mirror, looking back over my shoulder as I did so. The tight skirt and the black boots were all I could look at. My mind was racing. Within a few minutes I would be bound (no mention had been made about being gagged) tightly so that I could struggle and not escape.

Barbara came bursting though the door, carrying coils of rope and bundles of leather straps which she had found in the stables. Without a word she threw them on the bed, selected a thin piece of rope and advanced on me threateningly.

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Thu Apr 23 16:30:34 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi to all on this site,

i stumbled across this site three days
ago - and i had a lot of fun reading all
the experiences you had as you
were young. i really got a motivation to
tell you an experience of my own.
sorry in advance for bad grammar or mis-
spelling, i'm no native english speaker.

part 1
the story happened, when i was already 16
years old. i dated a lot with a girl of
15 years who had a sister of 12 years. it
was the kind of friendship many boys dream
of. it included hugs and often some kisses
but nothing more. the girl, kerstin (good
old german name), was a beautiful girl, in fact
she has always been beautiful and is still today.
blond hair to her shoulders, slim figure, blue
eyes .. what do you want else ? besides i could
really trust her and so one day i told her my
secret, i never shared with somebody
before:

since a long time i got extremely aroused when
seeing a girl or a woman lying bound and gagged
on the floor - with no intention to harm her -
no, it was the common damsel in distress
fantasy. to my surprise, kerstin was not very
upset, as i told her my secret, because she
alreadey knew about it; she found my collection
of pictures of bound and gagged woman, while
she searched for something in my desk. when-
ever i found something in the tv-paper or in
a comic or something else, i had to cut it out
she decided not to tell me about her discovery.

in the following weeks, she often let me tie
her up with different restraint materials,
duct tape, rope, pantyhose. my favourite has
always been pantyhose. i could roll them up
and put it in kerstins mouth, this ball i
would fix with another pair of her pantyhose.
sometimes, she even let me grab the panythose
she was wearing and let me tie her arms behind
her bag with that pantyhose.
(continued)

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Thu Apr 23 16:33:02 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

pantyhose bondage with kerstin (part 2)

at the beginning we 'rehearsed' only some tie ups,
we didn't have any story behind it. these bindings
didn't last very long - it was just for fun. later
we acted out the usual kidnap-fantasies a lot of
you are familiar with, as i could read in your
postings. most of our games consisted of the
same plot: i was the burglar, who broke into
her house, i was hiding behind the door when she
comes in. i always had her pantyhose over my head,
i think a burglar has to be masked and i always
took her pantyhose for a mask. o.k., she comes in
and i await her behind the door, she always fakes,
that she is tired, after a long day in school. She
is wearing my favourite attire, a jeans skirt with
black pantyhose, white socks, sneakers and a red
pullover with stripes. as she stretches and yawns
i sneak up behind her, grab her, and put my hand
over her mouth to prevent her from crying. i
usually had gloves on my hands, a burglar has to be
masked and he must wear gloves !

i tell her, if she cooperates, she will not be hurt,
i just want her stuff, i don't want her. she nods
her head, yes. i throw her on her bed and bind her
arms behind her back with a pair of pantyhose, i
had stolen from her drawer before. when her arms
were secured, i removed her sneakers and her socks
from her feet. next i grabbed the waistband of her
pantyhose and took the hose off. she pleads "i thougt
you only want my valuables" - "i do, sweetie". with
that, i take one of her socks and shove it in her
mouth. next i take the panythose, i pulled down and
bind the sock in her mouth, so she can't spit it out.

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Thu Apr 23 16:34:51 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Pantyhose Bondage (part 3)

with another pair of pantyhose i got from her drawers,
i bind her ankles together and another pair goes above
her knees. since the moment she was gagged, she
"mmmmmpppf"es a lot and puts up a real struggling.
when i've finished tying her up, i tell her: "be
quiet, i'll come back soon" - then i pretend to
leave the room, only to watch her struggling and
mmmmpfff ing.

we played this game for about 5 to 10 times with
slightly different plots, i also let her tie me
up and tickle me, i think she liked it too. of
course, she had no intent, what it really meant
to me.

as you can imagine, a lot of her pantyhose got
ruined with the binding, sometimes i bought her
a pack of new ones. i usually could keep the
pantyhose i had as a mask, kertsin must have
known, what a great favour she does to me.

if you think, the story was ok, i tell you
the story of both of us, kerstin and me,
tying up her sister in a game of hide and seek.

let me know ..

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Thu Apr 23 11:57:06 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 5)

“I want you to do exactly as I tell you. Put your hands behind you.” I did so, and she moved behind me. The thin cord was wrapped tightly around my wrists, and then cinched fiercely. I felt the cords bite into my flesh. This was it.

There was no point in struggling. The very tightness of the cord was sufficient for me to realise that there would be no escape. Barbara took me by the arm and pulled me over to the bed. Reaching down she took another longer piece of thin cord and moved behind me. Lifting my wrists away from my body, she slipped a loop of cord up above my elbows. Pulling the loop tight, like a lasso, she then wound the rope firmly around my arms, before cinching the loose end securely. As the rope was tightened, my arms were pulled together and I was aware that my bra was pressing against the thin material of the blouse. My imagination went into overdrive.

Kneeling in front of me, Barbara took another piece of rope. I expected, as in all the best television series, she would tie my ankles, preventing my escape. However she had a plan of her own. Taking a length of rope she wound it round my thighs, just above the level of the mini skirt. Momentarily I was puzzled, especially as the loops seemed much less restrictive than those on my wrists and arms. “Open your legs as far as you can,” she instructed. Given the looseness of the rope I was able to open my legs a couple of inches. “Keep them like that, and don’t squirm.” Barbara then took a very thin piece of cord, and reaching between my legs, wound the cord once at right angles to the ropes round my thighs. She then pulled the thin cord very hard, causing the loops around my thighs to be enormously tightened. The flesh on my sensitive inner thighs seemed to be on fire, as she tied the cord off.

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Thu Apr 23 14:44:50 1998

Good story Wolfordlover, and I can't wait to see the end part of yours Martin.

Thu Apr 23 16:14:23 1998

Hi, I'm new to the list and have been following
these stories for about two months now. They remind me of my childhood and were really fun to read. I'm preparing my first posting to this list
and if should be ready in the near future.
Keep up the good work.

Paul

Paul
plsmith@caddstar.com

Thu Apr 23 18:07:06 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Wolfordlover, go for the other article. I would like to hear about the hide and seek game with her sister!

James

Thu Apr 23 19:11:14 1998

I'd like to thank all of you for putting up such a great website. I just came across it a few days ago, right before "the meltdown" that temporarily shut the page down. It's great to see that I'm not the only person interested by this "hobby" as I call it. This is so much better than all of the trash and sexual junk featured other places in the internet. This site is a welcome surprise.
Now, I come from a fairly conservative, tight- lipped community, where growing up, I of course felt a little concerned about my fascination. But this page redeems me. Thank You so much. Although my community was conservative, I did have some good experiances I can share with this sight. There back from when I was young and my back worked. I'll try to recall them for you, and I'll post them as soon as I can find time. I'm sure you'll like them...

Kiaren

Fri Apr 24 13:06:57 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 6)

She then repeated the process above the knees. “I’ve got no intention of you escaping,” she whispered in my ear. “You’re mine to do with what I like.” Finally she bent down to bind my ankles. The thin cord was bound tightly around my ankles, and I watched in fascination as it cut into the soft leather of my boots. When it came to tying the thin cord at right angles to cinch the loops, Barbara put all her strength into it.

I stood there immobile. Carefully, and with considerable difficulty, Barbara turned me round so that I was facing her bed. She moved the remaining ropes, straps and scarves, to one side. “Kneel on the side of the bed,” she commanded. I did so, and she pushed me forward so that I was lying face down on the bed. My feet were still touching the floor, but my body and thighs were on the bed. “Don’t go away,” she whispered in my ear. Looking with difficulty over my shoulder, I saw her stride over to the laundry basket and quickly remove a pair of her dirty knickers.

Returning, she sat on my back, straddling me. I felt very vulnerable, especially as my skirt had rucked up at the back, exposing the lacy, white knickers. Barbara leant over me and, without warning, stuffed the knickers into my mouth. Retching and choking a little, I tried to spit them out. Barbara immediately reached for the knotted scarf that was on the bed, and rammed the knot into my mouth, before tying the scarf very, very tightly at the back of my head.

Standing up she lifted my feet off the floor and laid me full length on her bed. I had been tied very securely, even painfully so, and knew there was no escape. I squirmed on the bed, but could hardly move. Then came Barbara’s master stroke.

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Fri Apr 24 13:35:27 UTC+0100 1998

“Fluctuat Incertis Erroribus Ardor Amantum”: “The Passion of Lovers surges and swells in Irregular Waves”. (Part 7)

Taking a short piece of cord she tied it to the ropes around my ankles, and then looped it over the ropes around my wrist. I had seen enough television scenes to know that the next move would be to pull hard on the connecting cord to tie my wrists to my ankles. But here was where Barbara’s experience of being tied up herself became obvious.

“I hope you’re ready for this.” Slowly she pulled on the rope, moving my booted legs about three inches off the bed. It was then that the loops around my thighs, knees and ankles made their presence felt. Barbara had tied me whilst I was standing upright, and the short cords she had tied at right angles to those loops had caused them to constrict painfully. However the moment my ankles were raised, the loops around ankles, knees and thighs, tightened again inexorably. She pulled again. The loops tightened again. Slowly but surely she continued pulling until the heels of my boots were right up against my wrists.

I was in heaven, albeit a painful one. Pushing me gently onto my side, Barbara moved the full length mirror so that I could see myself. There I was. A pretty girl with short hair, and I had been inescapably bound and gagged, by a tall, slim blonde in tight jodhpurs and polished black riding boots.

“Go on, struggle,” she encouraged. “I don’t think you’ll escape, but you never know.”

After a few minutes of painful but immensely rewarding struggle, there came a sound I shall never forget. “Martin! Martin! We’re back. Where are you?” Barbara rushed to the door, and came back into the room a few seconds later. Her face was ashen. “It’s your mother. She’s coming up the stairs.”

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Fri Apr 24 14:53:04 1998

Hi friends, it's Wolfordlover again,
i'm extremely happy that you liked my story.
well, strolling back memory lane, i'll tell you
now the story, in which i helped kerstin to
tie up her 12year old sister christine, i'll call
her 'chris' in the story. it's not the story we
tied her up playing hide and seek, that happened
later, this story's about the first time, we tied
her up, to teach her a lesson - have fun ..

"Stealing BRAVO"

here in germay among parents is always a great
discussion, if children should be allowed to
read "BRAVO" (don't know in how many
countries it is exported, for those who don't
know the paper - it's a common youth magazine
with star-portraits and some pages where the
"children" can talk about their growing sexuality).
the fact was, kerstin (15) was allowed to read
BRAVO, chris (12) was not. kerstin hat to hide
her Bravos from her sister, because she feared,
that, when her parents discoverd, that chris
would sometimes "borrow" the paper from her
older sister, they wouldn't allow her to read it
either.

some day, kerstin asked me for advice: what
should she do to keep her sister from sneaking
into her room and "borrow" the magazines she
was not allowed to read. i proposed we should
teach her a lesson, when she does it again. she
smiled at me: i do know, what you have in mind,
W., you want to tie her up ?!? yeah, i said, we
could create a trap for her and then we could
tie her up for a while, so she never "borrows"
your Bravo again.

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Fri Apr 24 14:55:25 1998

Stealing Bravo (Part 2)

but how should we do that - kerstin had an idea:
while having meal with their parents, she would
tell them about the "so sweet pictures" of
Patrick Swayze (it was the time od Dirty Dancing,
Kerstin and me had a mambo-course together
at that time - oh yeah "Hungry Eyes mmhh ..")
in the newest Bravo. her parents just wouldn't
comment on that feature but she knew, what
signals were set in the brain of her sister.

in the afternoon, kerstin's parents had to work, we
pretended to go for an ice but only to hide in
the living room. in our bags we had everything
we'd need, scarves from kerstin's mother, pantyhose,
duct tape, and a cloth-sports-bag. we wanted to
pull the cloth-bag over chris's head, so she could not,
see, who actually would tie her up.

as expected, we had only 10 minutes to wait. chris
was leaving her room and heading for kerstins room
in search for the newest Bravo. (perhaps i should
describe chris, and what she was wearing). chris
is about 1,50m, has blonde hair and blue eyes, exactly
like kerstin and a round face. she usually wears jeans
to school but in her leasure time, as now, she's
wearing black lycra leggings (that shine in the sun),
an oversized t-shirt (white) and gymnastic-shoes.

as chris leans over kerstins desk and begins searching
for the Bravo, kerstin and me approach silently from
behind. very fastly kerstin pulls the cloth-bag over
chris's head. "hey, whats up, help he mmmpffff". as
kerstin holds her from behind, i go in front of her and
put my hand over her mouth. i disguise my voice by
speaking extremely deep: "shut up, or you'll regret it" -
"we know - that you're alone at home - so don't try
any funny things ..". while kerstin takes the tape and
binds the hands of her sister behind her back, i take
a pair of pantyhose, form a ball and put it over the
cloth bag over her mouth and secure it with a scarf.
nearly nothing but weak mmmmpfes could be heard
from chris.

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Fri Apr 24 14:56:47 1998

Stealing Bravo (part 3)

finally kerstin bound her sisters feet and knees with
duct tape together. i thougt, as she was now bound
and gagged, we could tell her, who her attackers
really were, but kerstin didn't want to. she made me
signs, we should leave the room and watch chris
struggling. "ok - " (i got into my deepest voice)
"we're searching the house a bit - stay exactly
where you are .."

chris had no intention to stay where she was. as soon
as she thought we had left, she really put up a fierce
struggling, she wiggled around the floor, mouned in
her gag, kicked her feet over the floor. she even lost
one of her gymnastic shoes, so the sole of her white
tennis socks could be seen. she struggled and
struggeled. i was fascinated by her leegings shining
whenever the light through the window changed. in
addition the silver tape stripes above her kneess made
a good contrast to the black leggings. but the best was:
while struggling, her oversized t-shirt came up to her
hips and i could see her bare skin just above the
waistband of her leggings. despite that she was just
12 and i had a crush on kerstin, it really turned me on
to see the waistband of her sisters leggings with
the bare skin above.

when, we thought, it was time to tell her, kerstin
approached her sister and told her in her normal
voice: "so, litlle sister, will you ever take my bravo
again - the burglars will come back and tie you up
exactly as you are now - or will you obeye our
parents ?" as chris realized that it were kerstin and
me who had tied her up, instead of feeling relief, she
really got mad. she cried in her gag to make her loose.
of course we didn't understand everything, but it
was clear, what she wanted us to do.

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Fri Apr 24 14:58:20 1998

Stealing Bravo (part 4 - last part)

ok, firstly i removed the scarve and the balled pantyhose,
then kerstin pulled down the cloth-hood. chris was
sweating. she looked at us angry: " wait, i'll tell our
parents what you've done to me .." kerstin told her,
it was dangerous to threaten us, while her hands and
feet are still bound and balled up a handkerchief ..
"this would fit perfectly in your mouth, don't think
so ??" "no, no, " she cried, "i won't say anything ..,
please tie me loose, please ..."

now it was me, who wanted the "game" to come to an
end - i thought she had her lesson, and i cut away all
the duct tape securing her hands and her feet. when
chris was freed, she kicked at us and ran into her room
telling us "i'll never forget what you've done to me .."

the result was: two days later, she had forgotten, she
was nice, happy, that *we* hadn't told her parents that
she wanted again read bravo. i think she was only mad
at us in the first moments after her release. but that's
ok, because we really threatened her in the beginning.
in the time after she often teased us, naming us "bonnie
and clyde" the gangster-duo, kerstin and me were proud
of these "nick names". everytime later i was at home in
kerstin and chris's house and chris was wearing her
typical leisure-outfit: lycra-leggings, oversized t-shirt
and gymnastic shoes, i remembered when we tied her
up - thats long time ago - ...

Love to share my memories with all of you. Tell me, if
you liked the story ..

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Fri Apr 24 08:46:29 !!!First Boot!!! 1998

Bruce Campbell
bcampbel@earthlink.net

Fri Apr 24 15:41:07 1998

My First Contribution (pt. I)

As promised, I'm back with my premiere story for this page. When I was about 10 years old, there was a girl who lived across from me named Emmy. Emmy was my age, a few months younger, and had these pretty brown eyes and brown hair. Of course, I only realized this a few years later. At the age of 10, Emmy was just a freind who happened to be a girl, albeit a pretty one. During summer vacation, Emmy and I would often play together at one of our houses. Our favorite game of choice involved her playing some sort of CIA-esque secret agent, and myself playing a phycotic madman trying to blow up the world. In other words, I played myself. No, really...It was kind of a cowboys and indians for the 90's. One day, from out of nowhere, I decided to surprise her. I planned to tie her up in my basement like the cruel madman I am, and lend credability to the game. I knew she wouldn't mind, since we had known eachother for a while. She would know I was just playing.

Kiaren

Fri Apr 24 16:06:56 1998

My First Contribution:

As promised, I have returned with my first contribution. I just wrote it, however, I posted it, reloaded, and then checked. But it wasn't there!? I have no clue what happened, but I'm going to write out this short paragraph and post it to see if it works this time...

Kiaren

Sat Apr 25 00:16:08 UTC+0100 1998

Greetings all!

Thanks for the latest stories, Gillian. I still remember seeing your magic act from the audience; they don't make nostalgia like they used to! I never heard about your self-tie escapade; I don't think you'd have got sympathy from me either, I'd have been rolling on the floor with Bob!

I haven't had time to write anything myself for ages. Here's a short anecdote as a little pot boiler:

Bob, Jill and I sometimes played a stalking game, where we hid from and searched for each other through Bob and Jill's house. Anyone caught would be tied up (you weren't allowed to resist). It was a sort of aggravated hide-and-seek, except that there wasn't just one seeker and you could release anyone else's victim you found.

We were playing this game one afternoon after school. Jill had caught me and tied me up in the box room (a small storage room). She had tied me in our 'usual' position: wrists tied behind back with a scarf or a stocking; ankles and knees tied the same way; long scarf around chest and upper arms just above elbows. I was also gagged with a pair of socks; one stuffed in my mouth and held in place with the other as a cleave gag. Jill propped me up so I was sitting on the floor with my back against the wall, grinned at me and went off in search of Bob.

Jon (McA)

Sat Apr 25 00:16:44 UTC+0100 1998

Pot boiler part 2

Jill was gone a long, long time. I was getting worried that the house seemed to be so quiet. I had heard voices and some commotion shortly after Jill left me, but nothing after that. I was also getting very uncomfortable; my arms were beginning to get numb and tingly where I was leaning on them and I was going to need the toilet soon. I struggled with my bonds, but I couldn't get loose at all. This was the stuff of horror movies and I was getting seriously panicky when, eventually, the box room door opened. I had probably been tied up for two hours; it seemed like forever. I was relieved to be rescued, but surprised and embarrassed that it wasn't Jill who came in but her aunt, who had been looking after their house that day.

Jill's aunt was very discreet and didn't comment on my predicament as she untied me. I was stiff and a bit unsteady, but made my way downstairs with her. It turned out that the commotion I had heard was the aftermath of Jill falling down the stairs. Jill was hurt quite badly, so her aunt whisked her and Bob off to the local hospital. It was only when Jill realised that she was going to be there for a while that she confided in her aunt that I was still tied up in the box room.

I went home while Jill's aunt returned to the hospital (where she had also left Bob). When I saw Jill again the next day, she had one arm in a cast up to elbow level, a bandage on the other hand and a magnificent black eye. Jill's participation in any tying up was, naturally, severely limited for a few weeks after that.

Jon (McA)

Sat Apr 25 12:04:43 1998

My First Contribution

As promised, I have returned with my first story to share with all of you. Now, I tried to post yesterday, but something really freaky kept on happening to my computer, and I always lost the post, along with my patience. So, I'm going to post this short paragraph as a prologue to see if my computer is back on track...

Kiaren

Sat Apr 25 12:14:48 1998

"Emmy" (pt. II)

My sincerest apologies for my ineptitude on computers. The good news is that I finally figured out what was going on and why my posts took a while to appear on screen. Of course, the bad news is that it took me about 2 days to figure it all out. Canuck, feel free to delete any post after my
first Part I, and this one here. Actually, PLEASE delete them, I'm begging you! Now that I have everything figured out, I should be good to go from now on. So, without further ado, my story...

Kiaren

Sat Apr 25 16:44:36 1998

"Emmy" pt. II (con't)

When we last left our heroes, Kiaren (myself), and Emmy (my victim/friend) were playing our favorite game. She was some kind of a secret agent, while I played a phycotic madman trying to destroy the world. In other words, I played myself. One day, out of the blue, I decided that as part of the game I would tie her up in my secret laboratory (aka: basement). My parents were working outside, and would never know what was going on. Even if they did, from knowing Emmy and myself as long as they did, nothing would have surprised them. I ran down to hide in my secret headquarters (basement), and waited to ambush her in my laboratory (the washer/dryer unit). I had hidden some rope and other things in pile of clothes easily accessable to me. Then, I heard her come down the stairs...

Kiaren

Sun Apr 26 14:03:32 1998

"Emmy" pt. III

Emmy was coming down the stairs, and I was greatly looking foreward to giving her the surprise of her life. As she neared were I was lying in wait, I jumped out at her and knocked her to the ground.
"What do think you're doing?" she cried.
"Playing the game," I answered. "but playing it my way!"
I had knocked her onto the pile of clothes were my supplies were hidden. As I pulled out some rope and tape, her eyes widened.
"Are you going to tie me up?" she asked
"It's only fair. You always win these games. It's about time I won for once." I said, rolling her over. She didn't struggle because she knew I was far more powerful than she was.
"But the good guy never can never lose!" she pointed out.
"Then how come you're losing now?" I asked. This piece of 10 year old logic made her think for a minute while I tied her hands together.
"You'll let me go, right?" she asked, with some apprehension in her voice.
"If I feel like it!" I answered snidely.

Kiaren

Sun Apr 26 14:03:32 1998

"Emmy" pt. III

Emmy was coming down the stairs, and I was greatly looking foreward to giving her the surprise of her life. As she neared were I was lying in wait, I jumped out at her and knocked her to the ground.
"What do think you're doing?" she cried.
"Playing the game," I answered. "but playing it my way!"
I had knocked her onto the pile of clothes were my supplies were hidden. As I pulled out some rope and tape, her eyes widened.
"Are you going to tie me up?" she asked
"It's only fair. You always win these games. It's about time I won for once." I said, rolling her over. She didn't struggle because she knew I was far more powerful than she was.
"But the good guy never can never lose!" she pointed out.
"Then how come you're losing now?" I asked. This piece of 10 year old logic made her think for a minute while I tied her hands together.
"You'll let me go, right?" she asked, with some apprehension in her voice.
"If I feel like it!" I answered snidely.

Kiaren

Sun Apr 26 14:17:34 1998

"Emmy" pt. IV

By now I had Emmy completely tied up. I tied her ankles together with rope. Her hands were the same way. By now, she wasn't scared anymore and was kind of getting into the whole thing. She started making the obligitory damsel-in-distress warnings and motions.
"You'll never get away with this!" she said, almost mockingly, with a big smile on her face. "Believe me, when I get out, you are in sooo much trouble!" she added.
"If you get out!" I pointed out. I leaned her up against a pole and tied her to it with a long piece of rope. Then I took an old dustrag/ hankerchief, and moved it up to her mouth.
"Now you're really gonna get it!" she said.
"No, you are." I said as I tied it tightly around her mouth. She made some muffled sounds, and tried to move against her bonds to no avail. But I could see her smiling through her eyes, and I knew she was enjoying this.

Kiaren

Sun Apr 26 14:28:46 1998

"Emmy" pt. V

With Emmy completely tied, I went upstairs. I forgot exectly what happened during the next time span of a half-and-hour, but eventually I decided to go downstairs to check on my prisoner. Besides, I had nothing to do as long as she was tied up, and I was bored. I went downstairs, and made my way over to where I had left her, but she wasn't there! As soon as I realized this, I felt something jump on my back and knock me over.
"I'll show you!" Emmy shouted.
But Emmy wasn't a match one-on-one for me, and I quickly overpowered her. Soon, I was on top, pinning her wrists to the floor.
"How'd you escape?" I asked, puzzled.
"You don't tie very tightly." she answered. "You mean you don't do this often?" she added, jok- ingly.
By now I had grown tired of the game, so we called it a day. I put all of my rope away, and I walked her home.
"You do know what this means though? she said before I left. "Now it's my turn for revenge!!"
She got it, but that's another story.

Kiaren

Sat Apr 25 17:05:05 PDT 1998

I go away for a couple of days, and when I come back we've got several new stories, with some by new contributers. Wow! This is great! It's really nice to know that I wasn't the only kid with bondage experiences. I've got another story which I will post soon, when I find the time. BTW: Gillian, I loved your Magic Show story. It was fascinating.
Doug

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Sat Apr 25 23:15:09 UTC+0100 1998

A number of you have sent very supportive e-mail messages to me regarding my initial bondage adventures. I shall post the remaining two or three parts as soon as I have finished typing them up. Do please let me know, via e-mail, what you think, especially if you have had any similar experiences. I look forward to hearing from you.

Martin
martin@macinstall.demon.co.uk

Sun Apr 26 17:55:38 EDT 1998

Kiaren,

nice story! I'm anxiously awaiting the part where she gets revenge. good job! once again leaves me wishing I had stories to share instead of just reading about all of yours.

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Sun Apr 26 23:39:06 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

Thanks Canuck for putting up my last 2 stories for me.

Thanks jeb, Bill and Doug for your appreciation.

Jon - Ouch (in all possible senses). I remember that evening well and it haunts me still.

Martin - I found your account both intriguing and rather touching so far. I await the conclusion with interest.

And it's good to see contributions from new names. Thank you Kiaren, vielen Dank Wolfordlover.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:40:08 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Prologue

Bill - you asked to hear about the other occasion I got myself tied up and couldn't get loose. It's strictly off topic owing to my age at the time, but it's probably tame enough that Canuck will allow it.

A recent story of mine related how I tied myself up and couldn't get free when I was about 13 or 14. As I said in that story, I began to enjoy the experience of being tied up for its own sake about that time.

For me, personally, tying up for fun has to be consensual and gentle. (A lot of the stuff you see on the net is much too strong for my tastes and just looks like cruelty to my eyes.) If I'm tied up, I like to be secure but comfortable. I prefer my bindings to hug me, not hurt me.

Tying myself up in my teens and twenties was very different to children's tie-up games, but also different from adult tie-up games. It was primarily a pleasure of fantasy, imagination and emotion, rather like a romantic novel or film. (I'm not putting this very well - I hope some of it makes sense.)

Anyway, I indulged myself in the occasional self-tie from time to time. After the experience I related previously, I was very careful to make sure that I could free myself. I preferred the process of freeing myself to be a challenging exercise in escapology, but always had an "emergency exit" available in the form of a large pair of scissors.

Despite the precautions, it all went wrong one other time.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:41:00 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 1)

This event took place when I was 21 or 22, in the winter of 1975-76. I had completed my degree at university and was doing my post-graduate teacher training year. I shared a small flat with my old schoolfriend Janet (she of some of Jon(McA)'s and my previous stories). Janet had also completed her degree and had started her first real job.

Janet was out with friends one Friday evening. I had stayed in to finish an essay, so I would have the weekend clear. Came about 9.00pm, I had finished pounding away on my typewriter and sat back in my chair. I decided that, as I had the house to myself, a little tie-up game might be fun.

I had been pondering a way of tying myself to a chair efficiently and decided to try it out. (Not, you understand, that I spent every waking minute thinking about ways to tie myself up.)

In childhood games, we had settled on using woolly scarves and socks as our usual tying-up equipment and they remained my favourites at this time. Mid 70's fashion had introduced some incredibly long socks - way up over knee level - and these proved useful a useful addition to the armoury. This was also the period of the very long scarf (8 to 10 feet) and, of course, I had several. I also had a few pairs of worn-out woolly tights, which I wouldn't be too dismayed to snip through if I had to, in order to escape.

Impoverished youngsters that we were, we didn't spend more than we had to on heating our flat. We reasoned that it was much cheaper just to wear more clothes in winter. Accordingly, I was well wrapped up for an evening at the typewriter, in a thick roll-neck sweater with an ankle-length wool jersey skirt worn over woolly tights and a pair of thick socks in lieu of slippers. (To this day, I retain the useful art of being able to type while wearing gloves!) I decided that I couldn't be bothered to change into trousers (and get cold doing so) just for a tie-up game.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:41:38 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 2)

I was going to use my desk chair for the game. (It was an upright wooden chair with arms, not ideal for typing because of the arms, but high enough for someone of my stature to type without having to reach up to do so.) I moved my books and papers out of the way and set out my tying-up equipment on the edge of my desk where it would all be within reach.

After a precautionary trip to the bathroom (see - I'm learning these US euphemisms), I sat down and began. I started by tying my legs. After some experimentation, I settled for tying my ankles under the skirt first with a long sock, then I tied short scarves round my legs over the skirt at ankle level and just above my knees. I tied one end of a scarf to the bottom of the middle one of the vertical slats which made up the chair back and led it under the chair seat to the floor between the chair's front legs. I tied the free end to my ankle binding, so I could lift my feet right up to chair seat level, but not swing them forward from the front of the chair.

Body next. I had already hitched the middle of a long scarf to the centre of the top rail of the chair back. I brought the ends forward over my shoulders, crossed them in the middle of my chest, pushed them behind the verticals at the sides of the chair back, pulled them forward and tied a knot just below bust level. (As I said, I like my bindings to hug me, and this is a particularly huggy arrangement.) This scarf stopped me rising or leaning forwards, but not from slumping down in the chair. I tied another scarf round me and the chair back at waist level to hold me back firmly.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:42:14 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 3)

A comfortable tie-up needs a comfortable gag. I found cleave gags to be desperately uncomfortable, so I prefer to use a combination of packing and something to hold it in. On this occasion, I stuffed a hankie into my mouth, put a woolly balaclava on (covering everything but my eyes) and tied a short scarf over my mouth (but not nose or chin) over the balaclava and knotted behind my head. The pressure of the scarf prevents the hanky being pushed out and friction with the balaclava stops the scarf being worked down. (Does "balaclava" need translation? Woolly hat that covers the whole head, except for the face, or except for a slit for the eyes, depending on design.)

Last of all, my arms. I had already used a pair of long socks to tie a loop attached to each side of the chair where the arms joined the back. These loops were just big enough to slide my arms through. For wrist bindings I planned to use constrictor knots (featured in my previous self-tie story). I used a pair of old woolly tights (probably worn through at the heel), which I snipped into two separate legs. I used each of these to tie a constrictor knot loosely round the chair arms. As I mentioned previously, a constrictor knot needs to be tied round something. In this instance, the chair arm would keep the knot intact, but I also needed to be able to slip my hand through. I used a plastic tumbler to hold each of the knots open (slightly thicker than my hand and tapered to be easy to push out). Each constrictor knot had two free ends at this stage. For each knot, I tied one free end off round the vertical supporting the chair arm. The remaining two ends I tied together in mid air between the knots, pulling everything as tight as I could and adjusting the constrictor knots so they had scope to tighten.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:42:52 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 4)

Finally, the exciting bit. I made sure that my emergency scissors were on my desk, with the handles overhanging the edge slightly. I put a pair of mittens on, partly for warmth, partly to pad my wrists a bit. I slid my arms into the loops attached to the sides of the chair, making sure they ended up above my elbows. I carefully pushed my hands through the constrictor knots, popping the tumblers out onto the floor as I did so. If you recall, my legs were tied in such a way that I could lift my legs up. I was able to bring my knees up under the knot linking the two constrictor knots and apply a steady upward pressure. (The scarves tying my body back to the chair allowed me to do this without toppling forwards.) Steady pressure and a little wiggling of my wrists and the constrictor knots tightened satisfactorily. I stopped tightening when my wrists were bound firmly but not uncomfortably.

I was very pleased with the result. I was very securely tied, but quite comfortable. It would have been nice if my legs had been immobilised, but you can't have everything.

I enjoyed my predicament for half an hour or so, then turned my attention to thoughts of escape. About two minutes experimentation proved that I couldn't reach any knots at all and there was no way of working any slack into the constrictor knots on my wrists.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:43:34 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 5)

There are times when the only answer is a pair of scissors. I shuffled my chair round to reach them. Major snag - my wrists were tied down so firmly I couldn't reach high enough to get the scissors. I could get my fingertips within about half an inch of them, but not touch. I tried tilting the chair slightly, but with tied legs, I couldn't tilt it safely in a useful direction. I decided to try knocking the scissors off the desk onto my lap, in which case I could lift my legs to bring them within reach. I also reasoned that if they ended up on the floor, I could still get them if I tipped the chair right over. A gentle nudge with an elbow should do it (I had just enough freedom of movement). When I tried, the scissors skittered back across the desk and vanished under my typewriter. (Now, this was the mid-70's, so "typewriter" really means exactly that - mine was about 25 pounds of enamelled cast iron and nickel-plated steel.) The typewriter was effectively immovable and was also ballasting the desk, so there was no chance of tilting it to move the scissors.

The only course of action left was to wait it out. It was about 10.15pm by then and Janet would be back before midnight (or possibly a little after). There wasn't much else to do, so I relaxed as well as I could and let the time pass.

Midnight came and went and still no sign of Janet. I dozed from time to time and fell into that odd state when you think you're awake but suddenly realise that an hour has passed. As the clock advanced into the small hours of Saturday morning, I realised that Janet was probably out for the night.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:44:13 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 6)

I was woken by the sound of the flat door opening. 7.30am - this must be Janet coming back for her breakfast after a night out. I was just about to try to alert her with a good loud "Mmmmph", when I realised that I could hear voices - she wasn't alone. The door to my bedroom, where I was tied up, was slightly open. Janet must surely notice that and wonder why the lights were on in the flat. Sure enough, a few seconds later there was a light tap on my door and Janet's head appeared round the edge of it. As she saw me her mouth opened wide, but to her credit (and despite the amount she had clearly had to drink) she didn't make a sound. She came into my room and whispered, "Are you stuck?". I nodded. "Wait a minute," she said and left the room again, pulling the door shut behind her.

I listened carefully and could just hear Janet telling someone where the bathroom was. I heard a door shut, then Janet hurried back into my room. Janet ungagged me then started to work on my wrist bindings, but wasn't making much impression. It took me a while to get my mouth working again, but then I was able to say, "Use scissors - under the typewriter". Janet retrieved the scissors and raised her eyebrows at me, but said nothing. She snipped through the old tights holding my wrists then said, "OK on your own from here?". I nodded and Janet left the room again. Feeling slightly stiff, I untied myself as quickly as I could then fled to the bathroom which was vacant again by then. I used the toilet (not a moment too soon) and washed. It was only as I returned to my bedroom that I realised how stiff I actually was, but otherwise there seemed to be no ill effects.

Gillian B

Sun Apr 26 23:44:42 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Tying Myself up in Knots (Again) (Part 7)

I changed my clothes, brushed my hair and nonchalantly joined Janet and her friend (who turned out to be a work colleague) in the kitchen for breakfast.

After breakfast, Janet's friend departed and Janet retreated somewhat unsteadily to her bedroom to catch up on some sleep. About lunch time, Janet re-appeared, ashen and, by then, seriously hung over. She did not enjoy the remainder of the day and slept through most of Sunday. Janet later suggested that she might have been better off tied to a chair all night than going on a bender.

Postscript

This was another story where I couldn't remember critical details after so long. I could remember exactly the arrangement of my bindings - I had many hours to contemplate that, but couldn't recall precisely how I had actually tied myself up. I thought about it very hard and then staged a reconstruction to see if my theory was correct. It all seemed to work, so I think I have described it about correctly, although I am now no longer supple enough (and a bit too fat) to tighten the bindings in the way I described.

Gillian B

Mon Apr 27 14:46:09 1998

Damn!

I post my first story...dont log on for a week or so...and discover it got cut off! Anyway...seems like a couple of people dug it...so here's the rest:(See post from Jeff above to read first part)

So there I lay...bound gagged and completely immobilized by my girlfriend Tracie. I lay there motionless for about a half an hour when the situation took a wild twist.

There was a faint knock at the door, then a moment of silence. Next thing I knew...I heard 3 or 4 female voices coming down the steps...giggling all the way. I heard them reach the bottom of the steps....most gasped at the sight of me bound and gagged so thouroughly. Then I heard a voice I recognized as Lisa's...Tracie's best friend.

Jeff

Mon Apr 27 14:55:08 1998

"Trace...I cant believe you really did it!", she exclaimed. The other girls were giggling madly. I was so embarressed, yet aroused in a strange way.

"He asked me to do it" replied Tracie.

A momentary silence fell across the room. I then heard footsteps approacheing me. A hand touched my taped up mouth and caressed it gently.

"You like being all tied up and helpless like this?" asked the voice. It was Karen...another of Tracies friends. She started blowing in my ear and talking about how helpless I looked when I felt four more hands on my body. I have no idea whose they were...but the hands intermingled rubbing and tickling while Karen continued whispering in my ear.

Jeff

Mon Apr 27 15:01:42 1998

This went on for about 20 minutes...then they stopped suddenly. Tracie bent down with her mouth to my ear..(I knew it was her because I recognized her perfume).

"I already got in your wallet and got some money for my pizza. The girls and I decided to make this a "ladies night out"...so were just gonna leave you here a while. Maybe well play with you more when we get back! Ta-ta!"

She kissed me on the gag and the other girls got a last tickle in. Then I heard them make their way up the steps and out the door....laughing hysterically the whole time.

Incidentally...only Tracie made it back that night. She untied me right away and....well I wont go into that here.

Next story: Tracie and Lisa both get me, and the surprising enthusiasm Lisa shows in private with her best girlfriend. Coming soon!

Jeff

Mon Apr 27 15:09:14 1998

By the way...looks the the first part of my story got archived...so if you havent read it yet...check April postings. More much sooner...maybe tonight. Ciao!

Jeff

Tue Apr 28 03:18:11 PDT 1998

When I was ten years old, I spent two weeks during the summer at my Aunt Jean's house. During the second week of my stay, my cousin Donna, 11, and I had gone over to her friend Becca's house for a swim in her pool (Shirley, 9, couldn't go because of some chores that she had neglected). Becca had been threatening to spring a bondage game on me ever since I tied up her, Donna and Shirley the other day (see my post in the April section). So I had been anxiously expecting her revenge since I first walked onto her property. But we simply spent the afternoon swimming until Becca's mom had called us into the house when it started raining. As I stared at the downpour through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, I cringed at the thought of walking barefoot back to my Aunt's house over the now muddy ground. The bathing suits which Donna and I wore were the only clothes that we had with us. I didn't even bring a shirt.
After Donna called her mother to tell her that she and I were ok, and staying over for dinner, Becca picked up my water pistol and pointed it at Donna and me. "You two get downstairs right now," she ordered. "And no funny business."
While I wasn't surprised that Becca had finally made her move, I was astonished that she was taking Donna prisoner this time, as well. Becca and Donna were usually partners in crime when it came to these games. Becca's brother Jim (10), led the way while we went down to their basement storage room. I saw that it was filled with cardboard boxes and other knick-knack stuff. There was also a dilapidated old couch which leaned up against the wall.

Doug
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Tue Apr 28 03:23:43 PDT 1998

Becca picked up a bundle of rope and ordered me to sit down on the couch, with my back facing her. When I did, she bound my wrists behind my back, then cleave-gagged me with a scarf. Then, after I was shoved back against the couch's cushions, she bound my ankles together. The springs must have been broken, because I didn't sit back on the old couch as much as I sunk into it.
Throughout all of this, Jim and Donna stood facing each other awkwardly. Donna gave Jim an expectant look, to which his response was only to stare at her. "Either you tie me up, or I'll tie you up," Donna finally told him in exasperation.
This seemed to spur Jim into action. After making her sit on the edge of the couch, Jim bound Donna hand and foot and then cleave gagged her. When her brother was done binding Donna, Becca shoved her back against the couch cushions.
Donna and I could only stare up at our captors as we waited for what they would do next. Becca had a satisfied look on her face as she said, "The case of the kidnapped cousins."
Our giddy captors soon left us with the promise that they would return very shortly.
Donna didn't waste any time. As soon as she and I were alone, Donna started twisting her body around so that her bound hands faced me. Smiling under my gag, I did the same until my own bound hands met hers. Sitting back to back, I felt Donna's fingers find the knot binding my wrists together and she began tugging at it. The knot came loose in no time.
I quickly pulled the ropes free from my wrists, then turned around and untied Donna's hands. Then we pulled our gags down.

Doug
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Tue Apr 28 03:28:19 PDT 1998

We were working feverishly to free ourselves so we could turn the tables on our captors. Unfortunately (or fortunately, however you choose to view it) Becca returned to find us both leaning over and untying our ankles. Becca had changed into shorts and a shirt, and she stood there giving us an amazed look. "Are you two escape artists?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied. "Is this the best you can do?"
When I saw Donna cringe, I realized that remark was a big mistake! Because Becca immediately set out to meet my taunt by pulling our gags back into our mouths and retying our hands once more behind our backs. Then she wrapped another rope around my torso, binding my arms to my sides. She was tying Donna the same way when Jim returned. He had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, and had stopped short at this new bondage session.
"You didn't like the way they were tied the first time?" he jokingly asked.
Becca ignored him. She had an intense, determined look on her face as she proceeded to bind my ankles and knees together, then did the same for Donna's legs.
When their mother called from upstairs, Becca told Jim to stay and guard us as she ran out to see what her mother wanted. Jim awkwardly leaned against the wall and tried to stare at everything but his two bound captives. We all glanced towards the window (which was near the ceiling) when a flash of lightning illuminated the dim room, followed by a clap of thunder in the distance. Mother Nature seemed to be providing the right atmosphere for a desperate kidnapping drama. I was loving every minute of it.

Doug
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Tue Apr 28 03:33:35 PDT 1998

I was amazed to see that even with Jim guarding us, Donna was still struggling to get free. She grunted under her gag as she tried once more to twist her body around so that her bound hands were facing me. She stopped writhing abruptly when Becca returned and stood in the doorway. "My mom wants to know if you guys want pizza," she said. Then, apparently remembering that Donna and I were gagged, she waved her hand at us and muttered, "Yeah, you want pizza...."
Then Becca skipped off to tell her mother, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor. After a glance at Jim, who had went over by the window to stare at the rain, Donna resumed her squirming. Soon she was sitting once more with her bound hands facing me. But when I started twisting around to get into position for Donna's hands to reach my own, a creak from the couch alerted Jim.
"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding annoyed as he came over to us. Then, wagging his finger at us, Jim added, "Don't you do anything!"
This caused Donna and me to burst into giggles under our gags. We "behaved" ourselves and remained a pair of good little captives under his watchful eye until the pizza arrived about a half an hour later. Becca and Jim untied us so we could eat. Well, almost....
Becca and Jim untied our legs, but our hands were left tied behind our backs and we were still gagged when we were led to the outer rec room, where the pizza and soda had been set out for all of us on the coffee table.

Doug
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Tue Apr 28 03:37:54 PDT 1998

It was only when Donna and I were seated before the pizza that our remaining bonds were finally removed. After pulling our gags down, Donna and I then ate the pizza with Becca and Jim. As we talked and laughed over the rolling thunder outside, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. I was going home the day after tomorrow, and I was going to miss my cousins, as well as Becca and Jim and the fun we had--not to mention that this had been the abrupt end of what was most likely my last bondage game.
Boy, was I in for a shock!
As soon as Donna and I were finished eating, Becca came around behind us and started tying my hands behind my back again. Taking the cue from his sister, Jim quickly grabbed some rope and started binding Donna's wrists together behind her back, as well.
"I thought the game was over," Donna said, her voice rising to a higher pitch than normal.
"What game?" Becca serenely asked, as she pulled my gag back into my mouth again. "We were just feeding our captives, that's all."
After Donna and I had been re-gagged, we were then both hog-tied right there on the floor in front of the coffee table. After we were securely tied, Becca and Jim casually cleaned off the table of the pizza carton and soda cans (Becca actually stepped right over Donna and me a few times). Then, they switched off the lights and left us bound and gagged in the dark. The only light we had was the occasional brief illumination of the lightning outside. Although I could still dimly see Donna writhing around on the floor next to me. We laid helplessly with our backs facing each other, about a couple of feet apart.

Doug
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Tue Apr 28 03:42:14 PDT 1998

After about fifteen minutes of getting a grip of myself and figuring out what my options were (which were pretty much nonexistent), I was startled to see both Becca and Jim race back into the room, flick the lights on, and kneel over to quickly untie us.
"If my mother asks about what you were doing, just tell her you were playing hide and seek," Becca told me as she freed my hands.
"She's not gonna believe that," Jim said as he frantically untied Donna. "We're a little old for hide and seek, sis."
I learned later that when Becca and Jim went upstairs to throw away the pizza carton and soda cans, they casually strolled into the living room to watch some TV--until their mother asked them where were Donna and Doug. It was still raining out, so she knew we hadn't left the house. So if we were still here, then where were we?
When Donna and I came upstairs with Becca and Jim, we had already come up with the story that we had spilled some soda on the floor in the basement, and Donna and I stayed behind to clean that up while Becca and Jim threw away the other stuff. Their mother not only bought our story, but complimented Donna and me on how neat we were.
And thus came the true end of our bondage game.
The summer of my tenth year turned out to be a real SOB (Summer Of Bondage). There was more bondage craziness in store for me in the coming months, but, of course, those are stories for another time. Thanks for reading.
Doug

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Tue Apr 28 03:58:42 PDT 1998

Wow, I managed to post a story without any broken lines! Kewl! :)
Doug

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Tue Apr 28 10:40:48 PDT 1998

Gillian,
well, I hope canuck doesn't take that story away, because I enjoyed it immensely! I am a college student, and trying to find myself a female college student, so any stories from college years are among my favorites. Isn't there a college section somewhere around on this page? It would be great for you guys with college ties to post there, I know I'd appreciate it, and I know others would too. Alright, that's my two bits...I've only had one story so far, and I've already shared it. Keep em coming!

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Wed Apr 29 16:31:19 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo Canuck!

A great page you have here! I really like the stories from Martin, McA and Gilian.
I was wondering if you had any older stories saved on your computer? Maybe some from last year (if your site already existed)?
I would be delighted if you could look around and maybe publish a section with last year´s stories.
Thats all for now. I am hoping for lots of breathtaking stories.

Greetings from Germany (the weather is finally improving!!!)

Jonah

Fri May 01 00:54:59 GMT Daylight Time 1998

PS

This is totally off topic, but I need clarification of some US English. I often worry whether my writing will be properly comprehensible to a non-British reader and often resort to the dictionary to check words I suspect may cause problems.

My query is about "tights". I know that standard women's leg-wear is "pantyhose" in the US. This sounds quite comical and antiquated to my ears (like "buskins" or "farthingale") so I always use the UK equivalent "tights". I thought that would be easily understood. However, I have just come across a piece of writing (elsewhere) which appears to contrast "pantyhose" and "tights". If they are not synonyms, what does each word mean?

Advice please.

Gillian B

Thu Apr 30 20:00:49 CDT 1998

Gillian,
As a follow-up, do you have any suggestions for lively discussion topic? I, for one, am not against a playful discussion of past events or thoughts on those events. If not, will anyone else offer an idea? Ben, JD, Jon, Canuck, Doug, etc?

Anonymous Reader

Thu Apr 30 22:16:13 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

"Tights" are skintight garments of any kind, but not normally pantyhose. By the way, pantyhose is sometimes called stockings, but I think "stockings" may also be another name for "socks." Now I feel confused.

Jazz411

Thu Apr 30 22:25:19 PDT 1998

Gillian B:

In the US tights are thick and not very sheer. Pantyhose is usually sheer and thin. Stockings require either a garter belt or elastic to be held in place. Hopes this clears up the colonist version of English.

KR

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