June (part 1)

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Mon Jun 01 13:41:04 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Alex ~ wow, can't wait to hear the rest of your slumber party story!

Bill
joestar@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 01 11:54:33 Pacific Daylight Time 1998

I am new to this site and I think its great. I was wondering...When you tie up your victims, do you leave the victims shoes and socks on, or do you take them off? I was noticing that in a lot of movies involving being bound and gag (like Mel Gibson's Ransom), the person tying the other person would take the victims shoes and socks off. I guess it would make sense because: 1. It would be easier to tie withough bulky shoes and 2. it is harder to escape. What do you all think? Did you do this to your victims?

Charlie

Mon Jun 01 15:15:39 1998

Heres a average story. I was 16 when this happened. I was over at my friend Katite' house one afternoon. Her parents had left for the night, and it was still 3:00. We were lounging around when Vicky, another friend dropped by. Vicky was taller than me and very athletic. Katie was a little shorter, and was very hot, both we my age. Katie got up to greet her, and I heard them talking. I only caught the words "game" and "now?" an realy didn't pay it any mind. They walked over to me smiling. Katie reached into a cabinit on my left, and Vicky started a conversation. She asked for a picture of my girlfriend, and as I reached into my back pocket to get my wallet, Katie hops outta nowere and binds my left wrist with nylon rope. As I turned, Vicky twists my rigth arm behind my back and takes the rope from Katie. Within seconds they had my arms secured, and pushed me down on the floor. I looked over my back as Vicky took more rope and bounded my ankles. They turned me over and took a step back. I tested the bonds and relized they did a rather good job. "Lets tickle him!" they said. Pulling my shirt up, they started on me, and I begain to playfully yell "stop! hey come on!" Vicky stoped Katie and said "Mabey we should gag him."
"I know," Katie said. She ran over to the den and opened her litte bro's toy chest. She pulled out a large ball, one of those high-bounce balls, and got a scarf from her backpack. Wraping the ball in the scarf and tieing it snug, she created a nice ball gag. "Now we can really tickle him!"

To Be Continued........

ray

Mon Jun 01 15:30:52 1998

continued.....
As Katie came closer with the ball gag, I said "Woa, hang on, lets talk abbbmhhp...." she shoved it into my mouth. Once again, they begain their tickling. I squrmed around and they couldn't keep a good hold on me. Katie said "Lets tie him up to the bed! Bring him!" Katie ran up stairs, and Vicky grabed my legs and draged me behind. As Katie begain to thwomp up the stairs Vicky pulled me foward so I impacted on every step (she was in a flat out run) and as fate would have it, my thumps fell into sink with Katie's feet hitting the stairs (she was bearfoot) so neither of them knew what was happening. Katie got to the top, and ran to the left into her room. Vicky heard the last few 'thowmps' I made, turned around and saw a dazed, wided-eyed look on my face. "Oh, no" She wispered. She turned my over to undo my bonds, thats when I noticed three things, one: from the sting on the back of my head, the ball gag was tied in a shoelace knot, two: so were my ankles, tied in the front, and three: both of the ropes that held me were kinda long, so I might be able to use one on each of them. No sooner that my wrists were free, I tackled Vicky. I was a brown belt in Kempo then, so I was trained to do things in mid air: a reverse kick, punch combo, catch a wepon thrown to me, so quickly undoing a shoelace knot on the gag was no problem. I suprised Vicky and I had the gag in her mouth and half tied before we hit the ground. I fliped her over and wraped her wrists up. Crosing her legs I wraped the rope around her ankles, and double wraped it in a grove between her heel, and the front end of her sneakers. She looked up at me with her eyes and seemed to say "Good move." Now I had to deal with Kaite.

To Be Continued.....

ray

For a couple of years when I was around 7, Petrina, the girl across the street, would come over on Saturday mornings to watch TV. We'd be down in the basement gameroom watching westerns and cartoons. Eventually, my parents would leave and Petrina had this great way of sidling over. I'd be lying on the couch on my back watching the tube. I'd always leave room for her. She'd come over pretending to always watch the tube. She'd sit down. Then lie down on her tummy, feet toward me. Pretty soon, she's put her arms back by her side. If I hadn't done anything by then, she'd look back over her shoulder and nudge me. The ropes were always under the couch. I'd grab her wrists, cross them behind her back, and tie them nice and tight. We had nice fat thick soft cloth based ropes. Then I'd usually tie her ankles together. She was always content just like that. We'd watch TV like that for about an hour; I'd occasionally add a rope here or there - the knees, or another around the wrists. She loved just to be there - bound and comfortable. It was a very nice soft couch. With her, it never crossed my mind to hogtie, explore, or tickle. Not sure why.

Viking

Wed Jun 3 04:56:00 EDT 1998

Wow Viking. I am sure I speak for many of us when I say we would love to have someone like Petrina living near us when we were young. My contribution is not so great, but its time to stop being a leech on the rest of you. I was about 12, and Sondra, the little sister of my best friend at the time, Haven, would hang out with us and even play some of our pretend games. Ours were more of the play soldier or star trek, things like that. When she joins us, its was usually trek or monster ( one of us would be the monster..usually me and chase the others ). One day she came up to me with some rope in her hand and asked me to tie her up. She wanted to try being an escape artist. Now the only times I had seen girls tied up were either on television, or in the comics Haven and I read. So my first tie was not so great, I took her over to a wooden chair and sat her down. The rope was several feet long ( I don't remember the exact length)and all one piece...you did not cut up her mother's clothesline...and I tied it around her wrist and to the chair. She struggled and I went back to something else. 5 minutes latter, she came up to me again and I tied her back to the chair, this time looping the rope under the chair to tie her ankles up. Then I watched this time and wow what an effect. Up until this point, I knew I got excited about DIDs on TV and in comics, but this was real life ( I didn't know the term bondage until much later in life). But I felt foolish looking at my best friend's little sister and went back over to whatever Haven and I were doing. About 10 minutes later she came back and asked again. So I did it one more time trying some knots I read about in the comics ( well, they looked okay in the comics...). Same loop wrist to back of the chair to under to her ankles.she did get out in about 15 minutes and her mother called us upstairs for lunch or something. It has been the only time I ever actually got to tie up a girl ( sigh ). When we were in the high school ages, and

Lars
jurad@msn.com

Wed Jun 3 05:14:10 EDT 1998

oh, got cut off. Not much more, when I was in high school, and I realized I loved the DID factor, one of the times she asked me and Haven to play monster with her and her friend. Lights out and we chased them, if caught we dragged them back to our lair ( presumedly to eat them ). They both, I guess, loved those old monster movies and liked to scream like the actresses in them. Now, if they ran up to whoever whoever had captured the other girl, they could free them, if they got there before we got them back to base. A lot of set up to say, we I caught her friend, normal rules, but when I caught Sondra, I would hand gag her. She didn't seem to mind at all. I learned much later in life, from Haven, that she had a crush on me ( okay, I admit that I was dense), oh well missed opportunities. I do love reading about how so many of you like Viking, had better incidents ( even as I read them with a touch of envy ). :-) Take care all and keep posting! Lars

Lars
jurad@msn.com

Wed Jun 03 19:55:35 SA Pacific 1998

Finding this page has been, for me, a strong and very particular experience. I could say a unique experience really. When I read the stories, they took me back to places, situations, people and details that were, I thought, completely forgotten and, at the same time, evoked, in me, those same powerful feelings and sensations that I had at those times. It has to exist a more precise word than magic for defining how those stories and situations, that were lost somewhere in my memory, suddenly came back, between the lines of these page, for staying with so much intensity in my present.

There’s another thing that I would like to say here hoping that it will not sound as a solemn statement or something like that but it was also true that I had the feeling I was the only one in the entire world that was deeply and irrepressible attracted by, what is called now, bondage. Because of that, the reading of your experiences describing teenhood situations besides the "turn-ons", the embarrassments and the efforts for not being discovered in your fantasies and desires, that sound so much similar as mines, makes a remarkable difference for my now and on. That’s some of the reasons why I just wanted to say thanks to all especially to our hosts Bob and Canuck . Being this my first post and apologizing for my writing -English is not my born language- I will be pleased to write back soon with a few of my own stories, if anyone wishes.

george
georg55@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 3 22:54:36 CDT 1998

It has been a long while since I have contributed. I hope you bear with another long drawn-out tale from my past.

When I was around fifteen, although I was a guy, I experimented with the idea of babysitting for extra money. I had been mowing lawns for some time and the money was good, but it seemed so easy to just hang around some kids for a few hours watching TV and then get paid. Needless to say, I wasn't babysitting for long. If more guys put themselves in women's shoes (figuratively not literally), we would have a lot more respect for what they do. Anyway, a few babysitting jobs into my short career, I picked up a job babysitting a little brat for this woman (I'll call her Mrs. Harper) from our church. My mom had arranged it as I guess Mrs. Harper's regular babysitter was unavailable, and for whatever reason, my mother was promoting my newfound profession. Mrs. Harper had a 10-year-old daughter that was definitely a little princess. Pampered by her mom, Becky was used to being sheltered from life by her overbearing mother. Rambunctious but sweet when adults were around, Becky was capable of getting away with anything it seemed. Mrs. Harper was the prototype effeminate mother, always dressing formally, her hair styled high on her head, and always proper in manner. She was also a busybody, but that is not really relevant here. Her husband was quite the wimp, catering to her every whim. I liken them to the storekeeper and his family on the "Little House on the Prairie" if you have ever seen that show. At least Mrs. Harper was much more feminine and less boisterous than her TV counterpart.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:06:26 CDT 1998

It was a Saturday afternoon - I'm afraid I don't recall what pulled Mrs. Harper from her house, but I remember her husband was away for the weekend. Business trip I believe. I did not yet have my learner's permit (driving license) and so my mom dropped me off as they lived about five miles away. In the past my babysitting sessions were within walking distance from our house so I had at least a little security system should something go wrong. The unfamiliarity of the neighborhood made me feel uneasy. My mom did not stick around as she generally wasn't interested in any banter with Mrs. Harper. Reaching for the doorbell, I was startled by the door swinging open immediately by Mrs. Harper herself. (I'll try to reconstruct the dialog as best I remember.)
"Well, JCL, you are a few minutes late. I must hurry. Will you please take off you shoes and come in?"
I complied.
"I have made a list of where I will be while I'm away. If you have any problems, please try to call me. Becky is not to have anyone over, nor take any phone calls. I'm relying on you to supervise her properly while I'm gone. No more than one hour of TV for her. Please respect my wishes."

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:07:45 CDT 1998

I had already decided at this point that this was likely to be the last time I babysat Becky.

"You'll find snacks and drinks in the refrigerator. I shan't be away more than three hours."

Mrs. Harper turned and fled to her car. I was still sitting there looking at my watch wondering why she thought I was late. Recovering from the introductional mugging, I scanned the place to find where the little brat was located. After a brief survey, I located her in her room with her dolls.

"Is my mom gone yet?"

Dr. Jekyl turns to Mr. Hyde now I thought. I awaited the transformation. Nothing. Becky seemed content with what she was doing so I settled back into the family room to watch TV. After all, there no restrictions on what I could do. Things progressed finely for some time. Eventually Becky emerged from her room with the "Call of the Child" (get it - a play on the phrase "Call of the Wild"): "I'm bored." From my massive babysitting experience, I always found that a game or TV would ease things. She was past that stage. Children can get so bored that any attempt to rescue them is boring. Becky moped around for a while until I finally gave up on trying to entertain her. Making my way back to the TV, I was watching when suddenly I felt this jab in the back.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:08:19 CDT 1998

"Stick 'em up!"

"Oh heck," I thought. "This has got to be better than worrying about her sulking." I had pictured my pittance being fretted away when Mrs. Harper returned to find her princess brooding in her bedroom. I put my hands in the air.

"Okay. Please Mrs. Robber, please don't shoot."
"You're coming with me," Becky demanded.

I looked back to see her pointing a water pistol at me.

"That's not loaded is it?" I asked, picturing the house soaked in water when Mrs. Harper returned.
"Do you want to find out?" Becky answered.

Following her directions, I walked down the hallway into her room. Now at this point, most of you would be anticipating some ropes and stuff. I didn't. In fact, I found that the times that were the most intriguing were the most unexpected. I had never put tie-up games and babysitting together at this point in my life. I certainly wasn't expecting anything that afternoon - and it didn't happen at first.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:08:45 CDT 1998

"Now what?" I asked, not sure of what to do.
"You sit over there," she said pointing to her desk chair.

I sat down. This was exciting! (note use of sarcasm)

"What are your plans," I continued. "Are you a burglar or a robber?" I ended up explaining the difference to her before she answered.
"I'm a robber - a bank robber. And you are going to help me."
"Who am I?" I quizzed, unsure of what part I was playing in this charade. This caught Becky off-guard. She thought for a second.
"You're my prisoner."

Now things were moving (note additional sarcasm).

"I am going to rob the bank."
"And where exactly is this bank?"
"In the living room. I've got to make some plans."
"Now here's an opportunity to entertain her for a while," I thought. Again, I had no inkling of anything beyond a little play-acting. "Do you want some help with the plans?"

She agreed heartily.
We spent the next 15 minutes or so sketching out the bank layout, the placement of the imaginary guards, the safe, etc. until Becky was satisfied. She was really enjoying the chance to play with someone this way.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:09:13 CDT 1998

"Are we ready to go?" I asked expecting to take full part in the heist.
"No, you're staying here," she said. I could see her thinking a bit, then looking around the room. "I'll be right back."

I sat there with absolutely no idea what was coming, looking at the walls in this lonely child's room. She loved to have a partner to play a game with - her game - one in which her mother didn't supervise or take part. I was beginning to think that babysitting Becky wasn't all that bad. We were bonding, sort of. Bad choice of words. Becky returned with this pile of rope in her hand.

"Sit in the chair," she demanded, pointing again to her desk chair.

I sat there, still unaware of this developing into anything. Becky untangled her rope and started wrapping this long piece around my torso and the chair, pulling it taut occasionally and coiling it around parts of the chair to hold it in place. I had just held my arms to my sides, so I felt somewhat restrained, but not really helpless in any way. I thought she would be appeased and run off. I wasn't relishing the thought of Mrs. Harper walking into any of this, regardless of who instigated it. Becky was not done however. She took another piece and tied my ankles tightly together and to a leg of the chair.

"You've got me pretty good, Becky." I commented. "You better go rob that bank now."
"I'm not finished," she stated matter-of-factly and grabbed another rope. Pulling my arms behind the chair back, which was difficult as they were tied pretty tightly to my side, Becky bound my wrists together.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:09:32 CDT 1998

Now I was helpless. I hadn't intended to let things go to this point, but it was useless to struggle against a 10-year-old when my arms were already tied to my side. I resigned myself to sitting there patiently until the game was completed, hopefully before Mrs. Harper returned. Becky exited her room. I was foolishly thinking that the robbery was taking place and started to struggle to free myself. The ropes were very secure. I pulled some more on my arms, trying to see if I could get one arm free when I heard a noise. Before I could look up, this white cloth flew past my eyes and was pulled tightly over my mouth. Becky quickly knotted the cloth (a handkerchief) behind my neck. I was surprised, but decided to play along even though I felt that I could have worked the gag loose with a little effort.

"This has got to be it," I thought. I thought wrong. Another white cloth was pulled over my eyes and knotted tightly. I gave up the pretense of helplessness. Working my jaw, I was able to push the gag down. "Becky, untie me right now," I commanded to an unseen foe.
Silence.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:10:03 CDT 1998

"Becky, I ..." I was suddenly cut-off as another cloth was stuffed in my mouth. Before I could spit it out, the initial gag was repositioned and tightened.
Oh, this girl was going to get it. I felt that the whole thing had been set up to manipulate me into this position. I could hear Becky giggling.
"I guess I get to do what I want now," she laughed, confirming my suspicion. "I think I'll call some friends."
I heard her leave the room. Struggling, I realized that there was little if any chance of freeing myself. This was the last time I was going to trust her.
Time passed. It could have been twenty minutes or so.
"I'm going to let you go now," Becky said from somewhere in the room. I felt the ropes around my body slacken, but was still unable to free myself. My wrists came next. As she continued with my ankles, I untied the gag and blindfold, spitting out the cloth in my mouth.
"Forgive me?" Becky asked putting on her princess face.
I was not in the forgiving mood.
"You are going to get it, you little brat."
Her face changed quickly back to Mr. Hyde as I pounced on her from the chair. Wrestling her down, I grabbed a rope and wrapped it around her wrists.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:10:28 CDT 1998

She began to spew threats of telling her mom. I countered with my own threats of telling her mom which quickly shut her up. She thrashed around the floor, kicking me until I managed to bind her ankles together. As the final touch, I stuffed the handkerchief that had been used to blindfold me in her mouth and tied my previous gag over her mouth very tightly. After a final "mmmppphh" she gave up. Then ice filled my veins. Becky's eyes got real big and I heard a gasp from behind me. Mrs. Harper had returned and was now watching from the bedroom door.
You have no idea of what I felt at that point. I felt justified and at the same time felt that I would be lucky to escape that house alive. My heart rate doubled.
"Untie her right now," she commanded.
I complied as quickly as possible without a word of protest.
"I want to know what happened here," she continued.
Through stuttered words, I was able to piece back most of what transpired. Mrs. Harper turned to Becky and asked for her version. Although primarily the same, Becky stressed that we were only playing until I had jumped her at the end and had tied her up. Self-preservation.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:10:48 CDT 1998

I started to protest but was quickly cut-off by Becky's mother, "I've heard your version already!"
This was it. I was in such big trouble. I could imagine this spreading throughout the church.
"JCL, I want to speak with you in the den. Becky, you will clean up this mess, and then sit in the corner until I release you."
I was doomed. At this age, crying is still an option. I pondered it as I marched in to the den and sat down.
Without going through the entire reprimand, the jest of the lecture was that although her daughter had apparently started things, I was the adult and was responsible for my actions. It was inexcusable for me to take advantage of my age and size to inflict punishment on her little girl. I endured this dressing-down for about five minutes. Then she stopped and things got strange. I could see her pondering what to do. (I do not remember her exact words but I will try to give you some idea of what she said.)
"I'm going to give you a choice. I can tell your mother about the whole episode. She can then decide what is best to do to you. Or, ... "she paused. "I am a believer in an eye for an eye. If you see what Becky endured, you may learn from the experience."
I was somewhat unsure of exactly what she meant, but the first alternative was not particularly appealing. I was still doing my best to shield my mom from any tendencies I had. This news would break things wide open. I didn't have to live with Mrs. Harper day to day.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:11:14 CDT 1998

"Additionally, if you choose to put yourself in Becky place, I will forget the entire incident."
That was the grabber. I could not help but relish the thought of this episode not being retold to others.
"I'll take the second choice," I replied quietly not really knowing what to expect.
"Very well. As Becky felt compelled by a larger stronger person, so it shall be with you." Mrs. Harper grabbed a kitchen chair and placed it in the middle of the room.
"Sit!"
I did so.
Mrs. Harper disappeared in to the back bedroom area. I sat there wondering what she had planned for me. Was I going to have to clean the house? Mow the lawn? I hadn't fully processed what she meant by enduring what Becky endured. This was not the day of child-abuse issues. Parents and supervising adults had firm control over the destiny of children under their care.
Mrs. Harper returned, marched up right behind me and pulled my arms behind my back. This absolutely shocked me. There was no "please", no warning, nothing. I started to feel what she meant by being dominated by an elder, but I still didn't believe that it was the case with Becky and I earlier.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:11:43 CDT 1998

I felt a rope encircling my wrists and then being yanked tight and tied. Another rope crossed my chest and was wrapped around me several times before being secured tautly. There was not a word being spoken. Mrs. Harper was so methodical it didn't even dawn on me to challenge her.
"Are you in any pain?" she finally asked, breaking the silence.
"No," I said sheepishly.
A final rope was tied around my ankles. I was helpless while not really considering the predicament. She had done a much better job than Becky had done earlier.
"Open up."
Another command. I was unsure of what she meant so I opened my mouth to ask her.
Apparently I complied as she stuffed a fresh handkerchief into my mouth. As she clamped her hand over my mouth to keep it in, she folded another handkerchief on my lap. Satisfied with the somewhat triangular shaped fold, she drew it up and secured it tightly over my mouth.
"There! You will now sit there until I decide that you will be released."
With that, Mrs. Harper headed back towards the bedrooms. I was left tightly trussed and gagged, unsure of whether I should try to work free. Wisely, I decided to wait things out.

JCL

Wed Jun 3 23:12:09 CDT 1998

Becky never emerged from her bedroom the remainder of the time I was at the Harper house. Mrs. Harper came out about five minutes later and proceeded to the kitchen where she began to prepare dinner. Every once in a while, she would look my way to see if I was still where she left me. I wasn't going anywhere. The ropes were tight and the gag was tighter. After about another 15 minutes, she picked up the telephone and called my mother. She instructed her to pick me up at 6:30. I had no idea what time it was as I could not see my watch nor any clock. It was strange to consider that here was this lady talking to my mom, while in the next room I sat unable to do a thing, bound and gagged. Mrs. Harper glanced over at me while she was talking. I started to feel like I had been kidnapped.
After another 10 minutes or so, she came into the room and removed my gag.
"Have you learned anything?" she inquired.
"Oh, yes," I replied knowing the required response.
Mrs. Harper finished untying me, and then brought me into the kitchen for a snack before my mom arrived. I had to recount the lesson I had learned from the experience. What I really learned was that Mrs. Harper could really tie and gag someone tightly, but that isn't what I told her. My mom arrived some 15 minutes later and nothing was ever brought up since. Needless to say I wasn't offered another babysitting job at the Harper's. I might have accepted given the eventual result. Who knows what would have transpired the next time.

JCL

Thu Jun 04 11:49:04 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Canuck - we have not heard anything from you lately. Are you still there? It would be great if you could move most of this page to an extra page as loading time gets a bit long these days. Thanks in advance.

JCL - great story! Please let us hear more of your bondage stories. It really enjoyed reading it, as it was well written und it could be read without gaps or missing pieces from beginning to end. Keep it up!

george, THE FISH & anyone else - Do not hesitate to post your experiences! As long as they are innocent a lot of people (driven of by the garbage found on 99% of the other sites) will really enjoy them.

Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Thu Jun 4 06:28:22 CDT 1998

Jonah,
I am an old contributor - my stories are in the archives Canuck has from Bob's website. Thanks for the encouraging word though.

JCL

Thu Jun 4 09:02:11 CDT 1998

dudalb,
Did you have any more experiences with Sean's mom? When it came to adults, as you can see from my last story and one earlier in the archives, I ended up on the receiving end mostly. It is fascinating to read stories from you and Gillian (and McA) about tying up a willing adult. Stranger than fiction.

Thanks.

JCL

Thu Jun 04 17:12:02 Est (Heure d'été) 1998

Allo everyone!

I was gone on vacation for a few weeks, so I didn't have the chance to reduce this page before. I'm sorry if the loading time got a little bit long. I can see that you have all been quite prolific again. Thanks for all your stories.

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 05 00:28:48 PDT 1998

For two weeks during the summer of 1975, I had stayed over at my Aunt Jean's house. Those of you who have read my previous posts (see dated Feb 10, March 2, April 5 and April 28 on this site), you know all about the bondage games that ensued with my cousins Donna and Shirley, as well as the neighboring kids, Becca and her brother Jim. The following summer, when I was 11 years old in the bicentennial year of 1976, my parents paid back my Aunt Jean's hospitality by inviting Donna (now 12) and Shirley (10) to spend a week with us at our lakeside home. My other cousin Keith (15), expressed no desire to come along, and my Aunt Jean deemed George (6) too young for sleep-overs. No matter, for I would see them soon enough the following month when I went back to Aunt Jean's for another two week stay.
I remember the week spent with Donna and Shirley as being a great deal of fun--and with us playing a single bondage game. It started one afternoon at the lakeside beach snack bar with Donna and myself engaged in an intense conversation about bondage on TV. I mentioned something I saw on TV when I was very young. It dealt with a young boy being threatened by a bunch of what appeared to be modern day pirates. I can't recall the exact story, but eventually the boy is tied up in a shack on a beach. No sooner is the kid imprisoned than a seal shows up. The seal wiggles its way into the shack, where the boy (who wasn't gagged) promptly tells it to go get help. In the best tradition of Lassie, the seal runs (waddles?) out and gets help for the kid.

Doug
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knot_buster@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 05 00:36:31 PDT 1998

After hearing this, Donna said she didn't know what I was talking about and accused me of making it up--a charge which I hotly denied. Donna suggested that at the very least it sounded like I got an episode of Lassie confused with some other show. I was angry at the trivial manner with which she treated what I had seen. (But to give Donna her due, to this day, I'm still not sure if this was either a TV show or a movie. Over the years, I've had ample opportunities for research, and thus far have been unable to track down anything remotely like what I saw. So perhaps Donna had a point).
When we returned to the house from the beach later that afternoon, Donna had abruptly excused herself to go check on something in the back yard. After I exchanged my wet bathing suit for shorts and a t-shirt, I saw that my mother had started one of her marathon phone chats in the kitchen (my father was still at work), so I went outside to see where Donna had ran off to.
Shirley was already on the back porch, with her hands on her hips. She had changed into shorts and a tank top. When I asked her where Donna was, her reply was, "That was what I was going to ask you."
I scanned my back yard. We had a nice view of the lake, along with our own boat dock (but with no boat, yet). If Donna had been in the yard, she would have been in plain view. I suggested that the garage would be about the only place Donna could be, and Shirley and I set off to check it out. Being barefoot, we avoided the gravel driveway in favor of the garage's side door, which was accessible by simply crossing the lawn.
No sooner did I open the side door and take one step on the cool concrete floor than a water pistol was stuck into the side of my head.

Doug
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Fri Jun 05 00:41:20 PDT 1998

"I found Donna," I said deadpan to Shirley over my shoulder.
"Get in here," Donna ordered, in an overly comical tough-girl voice. Still clad in her bathing suit, her hair was now drying in the slicked back pattern it got from being wet. "Make any funny moves, and you're both gonna get it!"
Shirley entered behind me and quickly shut the door. We were in my father's work room, which he had partitioned off from the rest of the garage. Donna held a length of clothesline rope in her other hand, which she gave to Shirley. "Tie him up!" she ordered.
Shirley tied my wrists together behind my back with the rope while Donna kept the water pistol on us. Once my hands were securely bound, Donna put the water pistol down and tied her sister's hands in the same manner. While I was extremely pleased to be playing a bondage game, I found myself hoping that my mother stayed on the phone for a really long time!
With both of our hands tied, Donna brought Shirley and me over to the corner of the work shop, where a large chest sat on the floor. There wasn't enough room for the two of us, so Shirley wound up sitting on the chest, while I got the floor. Donna ran over and got more rope; this was used to bind my ankles together. Then Shirley's ankles were tied.
"Was it something we said?" I asked Donna. This made Shirley laugh.
Donna even cracked a smile at my comment. She pointed at us and said, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
"That joke is old, Donna," Shirley yelled after her sister as she left us alone.

Doug
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Fri Jun 05 00:45:04 PDT 1998

Shirley shook her head. "Where's she going, now?" she muttered.
I gave her a bemused look. "You're asking me?" I glanced down at my bonds. Considering the elaborate ways I've been tied up last summer, this shouldn't be too hard a predicament to get out of--yet before I could make any suggestions to Shirley about our possible escape, Donna came back into the work shop. She held in her hands a pair of rubber flippers that you'd wear on your feet while scuba diving.
With a broad smile, Donna knelt down on the floor before us and put the flippers on her hands. Then, clapping the flippers in front of her, Donna started making these sounds: "Urf! Urf! Urf!"
I stared at her as if she were crazy--until it hit me: Donna was impersonating a seal! She had just set me up in the very scene that I had spoken to her about earlier. When I realized that, I began laughing so hard, it hurt.
"Go get help, Flipper!" I said in-between my giggles.
Donna gave me a disgusted look. "Flipper's the dolphin! I'm the seal, remember?" She then clapped her "flippers" together with another chorus of "Urf! Urf! Urf!" as if for emphasis.
I laughed even harder when I saw the wide-eyed look that Shirley gave to both Donna and me. She wasn't present when I told Donna about the show where a bound boy was rescued by a seal. So poor Shirley now sat there with this "what-have-I-gotten-myself-into?" look on her face. I'm sure the fact that she was tied hand and foot also weighed heavily on her mind--she couldn't easily escape us two lunatics!

Doug
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Fri Jun 05 00:49:10 PDT 1998

Donna ceased her seal impersonation and came over to untie Shirley and me. I explained to Shirley the story I told Donna at the beach, and while she still didn't get the humor of the situation, Shirley at least accepted my explanation with some considerable relief. After all, it must have been a comfort for her to find out that her sister and cousin hadn't gone completely insane. This was the only little bondage game we had at my house before the really wild stuff started again at Aunt Jean's, but--you guessed it--those are stories for another time. Thanks for reading.

Doug
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knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 4 20:43:51 PDT 1998

If it's not too off topic.a couple of months ago I was a victim of childhood bondage. I waa at the home of the Secratary of a volunteer organization I belong to.Two ladies and I had volunteered to help clean up some paperwork for the group. There the Sectraty, Sherri,(all names have been changed)who had three kids, 11,8, and 6, and Leslie,who had two kids, 6 and 12.
The kids were at the House with us, and me and Sherri, aged about, 36, brown hair slightly above above average in looks,were upstairs working on a couple of laptop computers, Leslie,34,black hair,looks like paula poundstone,
was at her desktop down stairs.
We were just finsihing up, when the door burst open and Sherri's three kids burst in with bandandas over their face.They had an assortment of toy weapons.Sherri said "What, Jane, (the oldest of her kids) your playing Hostage with you kid brothers now?" She explained the two youngest had a game where they burst in on mom or dad and took them hostage.They wrapped some rope around the hostage ,tied it not very securely,and after a ransom (Candy or a soft Drink) was paid the parent or parents were released.The older daughter die not participate.I found a few day later at another meeting,when this incident was being discussed. that the older daughter admmitted
she wanted to play a practical joke on her mom and thought her siblings game of ransom might prove a nice cover story.Unknown to Sherri, her daughter been taught by a friend who was a prize Girl Scout a lot about knot tying.Jane them sugeested to Leslie's 12 year old daughter the joke and the daughter thought it would be cool to play it on her mom as well.Leslie's 12 year old found the nexessary materials and the game was.Apparently I was a victim accidently in the line of fire.

dudalb

Thu Jun 4 22:14:06 PDT 1998

One topic I want to get into is the what occurs when adults become involved with childhood\teen tieup games. I think that Gillian's mom was far fromunique.In my expierence they function most of the time as the bound rather than the binder.I would bet that a majority of the moms in this country have played cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, or other games in which their kids tied them up.And I bet there ware more than a few incidents where teeages have been able to con their parents or other grouwnups, (teachers, Camp Counselor,)etc, in ropes and gags.I intend several post on my own expriences here.There was incident when and I my cousins\ Nieces manages to con our moms/aunts into being tied and gagged all at the same time. I think the excitement this cna cause in kid or teen in most of the name non sexual in nature. It comes from the thrill of role reversal. the authority figure being stripped of all power and the powerless kid\teen now in charge. Any tales out there of kids tying up grownups?

dudalb

Thu Jun 4 22:28:48 PDT 1998

Having been a great player of bondage games in my youth (I'll post my experiences) I was interested how much these game had changed since my youth. Sure I'll play along I said.
Jane then ordered us to raise our hands and go over to the wall .We obeyed.We were then ordered to put our hands behind us.We did, and I felt cords wraping around my wrists. In About thirty Seconds I realised the Jane knew what she was doing, She crossed my wrists and was being careful to knot out of the reach of my fingers. The eight year old waw tying Sherris hands at a slower pace.Jane put the final Knot in my bonds and took over the job of tying her mothers hands behind her back from the kid sister. If anything Sherri was tied tighter than I becuase I saw her slightly bite her lips as Jane put the final Cinch in. Why Sherri did not put an end to the proceeding than and there I found out later. Sherri was very big on teaching her kids that once you agreed to do something, you did it even if it proved harder than expected. Sherri aslo believed that parents whould try to live by the same rules the kids livid by. Sherii had agreed to play the game and would not go backon her word.
The kidnappers ordered us downstairs. Sherri said how they wanted to show Leslie what they had done just for the fun of embaracing their mom and her friend.When we got downstaris Sherri saw she was wrong.Leslie was seated on her Computer chair with her hands tied behind her as her 12 year old daughter was tying her ankles together.Leslie said"Oh you've been given a dare too'It seems that Leslie kids had bragged about how their nephew who was in the Navy had made them experts, knot tiers.Leslie said learning a couple of knots did not consitute being an expert. (Leslie kida knew their mom could not refuse a challenge, and decided this was the best way to get her to agree to her being bound, and knew their mom did not like having her Children getting swelled heads about anything.)The kids dared Leslie to let them tie her up, a

dudalb

Thu Jun 4 23:06:41 PDT 1998

JLR.Thanks for the feedback.Believeit or notI had not yet read you post when I posted my statementon discussion of grown ups being involved with kids tying upgames. In my own expeirence 85% of the time grownups get involved as "victims".A lot of this is just playing games with their kids.I was not kidding when I stated that I thought that most moms had at one time or another been tied up by thier kids.Granted,most of the time the parent is not really tied in that they could get loose at will, but still surprises happen.I aslo think that adults
who deal a lot with kids want of get as close to the kids as possible, and becoming fully involved with their games is a way of doing so.Mu current post about Sherri, Me and Leslie being bound and gagged by Sherri's and Leslie's kids is a pretty good example of what happens and how kids can con a grownup into it.
With Sean's mom I think her motivation was simply that she felt the Sean and his friend was going through a stage and the best way to control it was to participate in it.I don't think she was into bondage, to her it was just a game played with Seand and his friends. Please note whe warned me about how I should not force other people into playing my tying up games.
On one vacation I was on at an aunts all four adults became participants in our games.Don;t woryy post coming.
In anser to you question, yes, I did tie up Sean mom on another occasion.But I really want to post about the summer when the mom and my aunts did a total reversion in childhood.Which may be another reason why adults participate in these games:It helps them relive their childhood. of course at other times they were just plane conned.

dudalb

Thu Jun 4 23:40:04 PDT 1998

Sorry about the broken nature of this post, I going to have to pay more attention to the limits of this post page.
Anyway, Leslie's kids dared mom to let them tie her up to show her how good they were at knots,and Leslie mom fell into the trap.)
Jane went over ,grimaced at the sloppy ropework(intruth Leslie' kids could not tie knots all that well)and procedded to correct it. When Jane was done Leslie was was bound as tight as Sherri and I.More so, in fact ,because our ankles were still free. The Soon changed.
As i glanced around I saw on another chair a roll of white adhesive tape, a coil of clothes line and a pile of scarves and panty hose. One of the kids deposited a ace bandage roll about twenty feet long on top of the pile.You did'nt have to be a genius to guess we would have the use of speech much longer.
THe kids sat us down on the floor, pulled our feet in front of us and used panty hose to tie ourankles toghether.When jane checked to see that our feet were firmly tied she reached for the scarves and ashesive tape. "Don't worry;"she said
"I've got a way so it won't hurt when I take the Tape off your mouths",it wss obvious we were to be gagged. "It had better not!" was the final comment from Sherri.A scarf was folded and place over Sherri's mouth; than the tape was used to glue the scarf to the face.The was relltively little contact between skin and tape,and it really did'nt hurt at all when the tape was taken off. I got the same treatment and found out it was a comfortable for the victim but none the less very effective gag.
'Can you Breath OK"Jane asked. She seemed anxious to prove that no harm was meant, it was only a woderful joke she was playing on us grown ups.We
nodded.TO be honest, I was beginning to enjoy the expirence. It had been acouple of years since I had been tied up.
Leslie asked us (it was funny that she forgot we could'nt really answer her) if the gags hurt. We both shooked oue heads, they were eeally quite comfortable. "OK " Leslie said, "Let;s get

dudalb

Fri Jun 5 00:29:42 PDT 1998

happened again! I wish this thing would tell you when you were nearing the end and not stop in midsentance.
'Okay,Leslie said"Let get it over with and soon Leslie was silenced with tape and gag.LIke her look alike, Paula Poundstone,Lislie had a tendacy to talk too much at times. (Though she is basiclly a nice person)And to totally silencec was interesting.
Jane took the clothesline and procedded to tie Leslie body to the chair,Looping it around her arms nd around her chest and tying if off by pulling her bound ankles back againg the leg of the chair and tying the line around her ankles.
securing them to the chair leg.(I remember this being done to Kate Jackson in and episode of Charlie's that had been rerun last week,I'm sure that were Jane got the idea)>THen Sherri and I were turned so we faced each otherback to back with our tied feet in front.Scarves were used tie our left and right elbows togetherand toping it off by wrapping the twenty foot ace bandage around and around and bodies and securing it is place saftty pins wher we could not reach until our hand were free.
Jane gave our bonds a final check, did not the same to leslie, and annnouncec we had one hour to free ourselves.
For the next hour we tried.Jane and the kids seemed amused boyond belief at the sight of the almighty adults totally helpless while the kids weree in charge. As I looked in a large wall mirror on one side ot the room Is struck me what Sherri and I resembled:In one episode of Mary Hartman! Mary Hartman! mary and her cop lover were tied together in similiar fashion.I wondered if Jane had swiped this idea from tv as well.

dudalb

Fri Jun 5 00:46:32 PDT 1998

Once again I am making a lot of mistakes and grammer and ommision of words.For example I forgot to add Angels to Charlie in describing the
T.V. Show were I think Jane got idea to bind Leslies ankles to the chair. I might just start writing these post in wordperfect, prining them out and copy them in.
About 20 minutes into our struggles, I begun to hear Sherri make a noise that sounded like muffled laughter. Later she said at that momentIT struck her a funny that bunch of kids 12 and under had bound and gagged threeadults into totalhelplessness.Leslie sat still she had figured that she would not loosen her bondsin the hour given and might as well not expend energy.
Sherri and I were more persitent, but no more sucessful.
Jane was a good as her word. At the end of he hour
we were untied. Aside from a little stiffness in our arms, the only thing hurt was pride.
Suprisingly there no retaliation.BUt both Sherri and Leslie made it clear the epidode was not to be repeated. And Sheri stateed the taking of hostages for candy was at an end.But there was one final enbrassment for the adults, about halfway throught the alloted hour for escape. Jane reached into her backpack, took out a camera and took several snapshots.Now her practical joke would be preserved on film.(Yes, I have a copy/No, it will not be posted on the net so don't bother to aak)
In retorspect this shows how good kids can become on recognizinf their Parent's quirkd and how to exploit them. At no time did any of us feel in andy real danger,We knew that Jane but no real harm or malice, just a little reversal of Roles.Within a month, both moms were whowing the pictures to their close friends and take a wierd kind of pride in well their kids had conned them.

dudalb

Fri Jun 5 11:02:30 EDT 1998

Well hello again! I'm sorry it's taken so long, but I'm ready to share the first in a hopefully long series of stories. This page is fantastic! I'm glad there's finally a forum for these great stories.

To recap, me (Andrea) and my sister Renee have been playing tie-up games for years. Of course words like bondage, domination, and submission never occurred to us, and I really look back with fondness of the innocence of those games.

(Before you read the following story, you may want to look back for my earlier post where I explained the rules to our games.)

Both of my parents worked in corporate positions, and they worked at the same place, so they would go to and return from work together everyday. This made it very easy to tell how much time we had left for our games. We never considered them "bad", but we were afraid our parents would see them as unsafe and make us stop.

andrea
andrea156@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 5 11:20:47 EDT 1998

So anyhow, during the summer, we would start playing early in the day, about 10ish, and mom and dad's return would end our games about 5ish, if we went all day, which happened on more than one occasion.

On this particular summer day, when I was 14 and my sister was 12, we decided to pass the time with some of our tie up games. My sister had the usual 15 minutes of struggle free time to tie me up. It was rather warm, so I remember being barefoot, with jean shorts and probably a tank top. (Not really sure about the shirt.)

My sister chose the living room for our first round. She had gathered her supplies...mostly my dad's ties and my mom's dress sashes. She also had a winter scarf. She began by tying a slip knot in each end of one of the ties. She put one loop around my right wrist, and then pulled my arm behind my back far enough so that my right hand was behind the extreme left of my back. Then she took the tie and brought it around my stomach, and put my left hand through the other loop. If you can't see the setup in your mind's eye, both slip knots were out of reach of my fingers, and my hands were out of reach of each other.

When that was done, she took another tie and wrapped it around my forearms so I couldn't pull them apart.

(Happy note: for those of you that still play tie up games, this position is virtually inescapable. If you keep your eye on your "captive," it's impossible.)

Next, she made me lay on the couch and cross my ankles. She used another tie to bind them together. Then she used an extra long sash to tie my legs together above and below the knees. Finally, she took another sash and looped it around my ankles and then put me in a hog tie. (We both took gymnastics and were cheerleaders, so I was very flexible.) My heels were just touching my wrapped forearms.

As her finishing touch, Renee rolled up one of my dad's ties and pushed it into my mouth. She tied it in really tight with the winter scarf. After that, she patted me on the behind, kissed me on the forehead, and walked out of the living room.

According to our rules, I had forty-five minutes to get free. As soon as she left, I began to test the bonds. She had done it so tightly, that I knew she had some horrible fate in store for her prisoner, so I was highly motivated to get loose. I quickly realized that freeing my hands was hopeless, unless I could get them around to the front. But I couldn't do that unless I could get out of the hog tie. So that's where I focused my efforts. I tried to bring my feet over toward one of my hands. I was trying to untie the loop that held my ankles. Unfortunately, sis didn't leave too much slack, and forty-five minutes goes really fast.

Renee came back in with that triumphant look I learned to hate. She had beaten me, and now I was her captive for an additional hour. Usually she told me what my punishment would be right after she tied me up, but she didn't say anything this time.

Instead, she came over to me and undid the hog tie. She helped me up and made me sit in a kitchen chair that she'd brought in. She retied my forearms to the back of the chair, and used a tie to secure my ankles to the bar that ran underneath the chair. Then she used a bathrobe tie to tie my waist to the back of the chair.

She moved around behind me, and used a second scarf to blindfold me. (This concerned me, as she never blindfolded me before.

Fri Jun 5 11:57:41 EDT 1998

Then she left again. I heard some clanging and rustling around, and her occasional giggle. Then I heard her plug something in. After a few moments that seemed like eternity, she returned to her prisoner and informed me that she was going to hold me for ransom, but that mom and dad needed proof I was alive. She took off the blindfold and I was staring directly into our video camera!

I was mad, and scared. Until now, no evidence had ever existed of our games. But the rules said she could anything she wanted. I tried to get loose, but she came around me and held me in place. She filmed for about 25 minutes, all the time telling me that she was going to show the video to kids at school and to my boyfriend. She told me that she could use it to blackmail me if she wanted. She said all of this on camera, and when I would try to mmmmph a reply, she would pull on the scarf and force the gag back in my mouth so I couldn't say anything at all.

After she turned off the camera, she made me watch it. (On a personal note, it was kind of thrilling to see myself all tied up. I'd never had the experience before.) Then she blindfolded me again and left to hide the tape. Finally, she came back and untied me. I never did find the tape. (Eventually she gave it to me...about four years later!)

Andrea and Renee

Fri Jun 5 12:12:21 EDT 1998

Another shameless and off-topic appeal to the readers of this sight. If you have any pictures of girls in cut-off jeans that are also tied up and gagged, we'd love to have them for our sight.
Thanks,

Andrea and Renee

Sat Jun 06 00:08:18 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

Welcome all you new posters - lots of wonderful new stories! Just the magic of childhood spiced with the thrill of tie-up games and the frisson of being just a bit naughty. I've enjoyed reading the latest crop of postings.

Dudalb - very thought provoking comments on role-reversal regarding kids tying grownups. I'm not sure I can quite identify that in my own experiences but I can understand it as a possible motivation. Maybe some of your stories will cast some more light on this? I look forward to reading them.

Dudalb - one final comment. Your stories would look more polished if you prepared them off-line, so you can read them over and correct any problems. Jon(McA) posted some good tips on this, which Canuck keeps in the blurb at the top of this page. If you need more help, I'm sure any of us old hands around here would be happy to post some pointers for you.

Doug - good to see another episode in your shady past!

Andrea/Renee - nice story. I enjoy the Jon(McA) style high-precision details. When does this site of yours go live? I might contribute something if I had a better idea of your plans.

Anyway - on with my story. I very rarely got into trouble as a child as a result of my propensity for tying other kids up. (Lots of other reasons, but rarely that one.) This is one such occasion - and I'm still cross about it, because I was framed!

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:09:34 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 1)

This story goes way back to when I was 10 or 11 and in my last year at primary school (1964 or 65). My brother Bob would have been a year younger than me (as of course he still is!). I think we knew Jon(McA) at that time, but he doesn't come into this story. This is all so far in the distant past that I have to embroider a bit more than usual to fill in the gaps in my memory - I hope you don't mind.

There was a boy in my class, name of Tim, who lived a few doors away from Bob and me, in the same street. Tim and I were not exactly friends, nor were we exactly enemies. We were quite capable of knocking each other black and blue one day and playing together like the best of friends the next. It was a somewhat uneasy relationship even at the best of times.

I was playing at Tim's house after school one day. His mother was out somewhere and the two of us were alone in the house. (Tim had no brothers or sisters.) Quite out of the blue, Tim bet me that I couldn't tie him up so he couldn't escape. (I think the reason behind this may have been that I had been bragging in the school playground about having tied Bob up.) Now, I always rise to a challenge - especially one as forthright as that. I accepted the challenge and Tim found a big ball of string in a kitchen drawer.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:10:15 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 2)

We repaired to Tim's bedroom for me to do the tying. I started by tying Tim's wrists behind his back. I snipped off about a ten foot length of string and just wrapped it tightly round his wrists lots of times, finishing it off with my very best reef knot. The result was encouragingly secure. Tim invited me to carry on, so I applied the same method to his ankles and knees. (Tim managed to stay standing up through all of this.)

I still had about half of the ball of string left, so I tied the free end onto Tim's ankle binding and went round and round him, paying out string and pulling it tight as I went. When the string ran out, Tim was comprehensively cocooned in string. I tied off the end to some convenient point on the string bound round him.

I was quite pleased with the result and challenged Tim to free himself. (Probably with the time-honoured words "Now get out of that!") Tim was amazingly still standing at this stage, but fell over as soon as he started struggling. Tim wriggled around on the floor energetically, but made almost no progress towards getting loose. I sat and watched with interest until it was time for me to go home for tea.

I told Tim that I would have to untie him so I could go home, but Tim insisted that I leave him tied up so he could finish escaping. I said his mother would probably be furious if she found him like that. He replied that she wouldn't and anyway, he was nearly free. I shrugged my shoulders and left him to it.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:10:50 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 3)

I went home and had tea and afterwards there was a ring at the doorbell. I was nearest, so I opened the door. It was Tim's mother, with Tim in tow, and she was monumentally angry. I stood dumbfounded while she yelled at me. My Mum heard all the shouting and came to investigate. She managed to calm Tim's mother down enough to get a coherent explanation from her. The gist was that she had returned home to find her poor son bound hand and foot. She was adamant that I had done the tying and that Tim had been the unwilling victim. Furthermore I had not only overpowered her son and tied him up but had then been callous enough to leave him like that while I went home. Tim's mother demanded to know what my Mum was going to do about it. Tim said nothing but stood there looking suitably crestfallen. I was horrified to notice that he had angry red marks visible on his wrists and knees (he was wearing shorts) and there were marks on his legs from the string cocoon. My Mum assured Tim's mother that she would find out what I had been up to and would ensure that justice was done. Suitably mollified, but still angry, Tim's mother departed, taking Tim with her.

As soon as the front door was shut, I was subject to my Mum's wrath. With some difficulty, I managed to persuade her that while I had indeed tied Tim up, everything else had been a fabrication. I told her all the details several times until she calmed down. We concluded that Tim had been found by his mother still tied up and to avert her anger, he had shifted the entire blame onto me. Mum pointed out that I had been unwise to leave Tim on his own still tied up, even if he had asked me to. I shamefacedly agreed with her, having seen the state of Tim's wrists.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:11:32 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 4)

My Mum decided that she should go and see Tim's mother, explain that Tim had not been entirely blameless, and try to negotiate a peace settlement. She asked me to go and play in my bedroom while she did so, so that she could claim that I had been sent to my room if she needed to.

Mum's peace negotiation was successful, and I made up (somewhat warily) with Tim over the following week or so. However, I still had revenge in my heart and I conceived an ingenious plan.

The next time I played at Tim's house, I put my plan into action. We were playing in Tim's bedroom and on some pretext or other, I managed to send him off to find something. (I can't remember what he went for or where, but the point was that I persuaded him to go into the garden or the garage or somewhere.)

While Tim was away, I took two pieces of string out of my pocket. With one, a ten-foot length, I quickly tied my ankles together. I tied a hankie over my mouth as a gag. (That's what gags always looked like in comics - I didn't know any better at that time.) Finally, I used my second piece of string. This was also a ten-foot length, but I had already formed it into a pre-tied coil which was just big enough to wriggle my wrists into it (with difficulty). I used it to fake my wrists being tied behind my back.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:12:07 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 5)

Tim's mother was pottering about doing housework. My next objective was to alert her. I did that successfully, by kicking over a chair and squealing loudly. She came to Tim's room and found me apparently tied up and gagged, with Tim nowhere in sight. She looked suitably shocked, saw how I was tied up and rushed off to find a pair of scissors. She pulled my gag off and started snipping my wrist binding. As she did so, she asked if Tim had done this to me. I said that he had and tried to look suitably distraught. Tim arrived back on the scene just as his mother had freed my hands. Tim managed to look confused, surprised and innocent all at once (as well he might).

My plan was working perfectly so far, but it worked no further. Tim's mother comforted me, and, instead of the blasting I expected her to give Tim, she gave me a little homily on the theme of 'boys-will-be-boys'. I was not at all pleased - I had framed Tim just as effectively as he had framed me, but he was clearly not about to be punished. Tim's mother appeared to have double standards regarding boys' and girls' behaviour and regarding her own child versus other people's children. Tim quickly worked out what I had done and deduced my motive and had a lot of trouble keeping a straight face.

Back home, I indignantly told my Mum what had happened. She pointed out that as I had been dishonest in my attempt to frame Tim, I didn't really deserve to succeed and as Tim was innocent, he wouldn't have deserved to be punished. I grudgingly accepted that, but was incensed at how funny my Mum seemed to think the whole thing was.

Unwittingly, I had also set another dangerous precedent. I hadn't thought through the implications of my attempt to set Tim up, but he had.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:12:42 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 6)

Some days later, we had again made up with each other and were friends once more (still somewhat warily). We were playing at Tim's house after school again when, without warning, Tim wrestled me to the floor. (Not difficult - he was much bigger than me.) He produced a length of string and proceeded to tie my wrists behind my back. I was protesting quite loudly, so his next move was to cleave gag me with a hankie. It wasn't all that effective, but it probably reduced the volume of my complaints to a more acceptable level.

Tim dealt with my legs next, binding them at ankle and knee level with two more lengths of string. A whole ball of string appeared next. This was clearly going to be a re-run of my first tying of Tim. Sure enough, he tied the end of the string to my bound ankles and systematically wound it round me, working his way up my legs and body, pinning my arms to my sides until it reached shoulder level. There was lots of string still left, so he continued to wind it round and round me working his way back down to my ankles, then back up again until the string was exhausted. I made it as difficult for him as I could, but even lying on the floor and wriggling, I couldn't prevent Tim from cocooning me thoroughly.

Finally, I ended up as well tied as Tim had been by me. I was still making quite a lot of noise, so Tim turned his attention to my gag. He produced a tartan wool headscarf which I recognised as belonging to his mother. (It dawned on me at this point that he had planned to tie me up and had prepared all the materials beforehand.) He untied the hankie that he had previously gagged me with and, before I could spit it out, stuffed the whole thing into my mouth. The headscarf was then tied tightly over my mouth. (I managed to work it down a bit, but Tim thwarted that by pulling it up over my nose.)

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:13:15 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 7)

When I had tied Tim up, I had used a ball of smooth cotton string supplied by Tim (or at least 'liberated' from his household). The string he had used on me was sisal twine - thick, rough and really hairy. I quickly became aware that any attempts to work my hands free was leading to unpleasant abrasion of my wrists. The way he had tied them, one wrist was protected by the cuff of my cardigan, but the other wrist had string against bare flesh and it was obvious that I couldn't hope to pull a hand free and keep my skin intact. I was wearing woolly tights under my dress, so my legs were protected from the worst that the string could do. I quickly concluded that I could do nothing to get loose without risk of hurting myself badly. I settled for just lying still and looking incensed.

Shortly after Tim had finished tying me up and was sitting gloating, his mother came into the room to put some clean clothes away. "Now he's for it," I thought, pleased. But I was wrong. She actually stepped over me to get to Tim's wardrobe. As she left the room, she smiled at me and told Tim not to keep me tied up for too long. It was then that I realised what Tim had already worked out - if he didn't get in trouble when his mother only thought he had tied me up, he wouldn't get in trouble if he really did it.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:13:52 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 8)

Tim kept me tied up for about an hour, while I tried to move as little as possible to keep my wrist from being hurt. When Tim decided I'd had enough (or possibly when he got bored), he freed me by snipping through the string. By now one wrist was grazed and bleeding slightly and together with the hand had swollen quite noticeably. For the first time in the proceedings, Tim became worried and fetched his mother. She gave him a very mild ticking off when she saw the injured wrist. A sticking plaster was applied to the graze and the headscarf that had been used to gag me was pressed into service as a sling, to take some of the strain off the wrist, which was by now very painful.

Tim's mother escorted me home. My Mum took me into the kitchen and made me a cup of tea (that most English of remedies). She quickly asked me what had happened to me, then took Tim's mother into the sitting room and closed the door. I could hear raised voices for some time, then Tim's mother left the house.

That incident finished whatever friendship I had with Tim permanently. We went to different secondary schools the following year and I effectively lost contact completely at that point. I think his family moved away a year or two after that.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 06 00:14:25 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Trouble with Tim (Part 9)

You would think an experience like that would have made me give up tie-up games for life, but it didn't seem to put me off at all.

Oddly enough, I still have a memento of that incident. The headscarf which had been used as a sling was overlooked and never returned to Tim's mother. It must have been mislaid amongst my clothes for several years - I remember re-discovering it when I was packing up the contents of my bedroom to go and set up my own home at the time I started my first teaching job. The headscarf is now slightly scruffy, but I still have it and it's still warm and fairly serviceable and I sometimes wear it for winter walks on the moors or for gardening.

Gillian B

Fri Jun 5 20:18:05 EDT 1998

Wow. Great post everyone. Its good reading, especially from our women posters. Nice new one Andrea. Though I am not into male's geeting tied, JCL has had some very interesting stories. His last one had rankled my sense of justice though ( towards Mrs. Harper of course ). Becky was just getting what she gave. Mrs. Harper was waaaay out of line, but then you know that all ready. Still thanks for posting, JCL. You have had quite the life with ropes, I almost envy you ( well, I do,except for the getting tied up bit *wink* ). Take care all and keep on posting.

Lars

Fri Jun 5 21:21:27 PDT 1998

Gillian:Thanks for the tips and pointing out the directions on how to send a document
from Word to a post page. Almost all of the writing will be done off line now.
I’ve noticed that the post on this page from people in the U.K. are generally 100 percent better written than those from the U.S. As a patriotic German Irish American it pains me to say this but you can’t dispute facts.I really hope the people who have screwed up our educational system rot in hell.
Alex. Please post your the rest of your Slumber Party story. It;s taking longer to get out than a new Microsoft product.
Doug: great posts.I think you will find the posts on the Vacation in which not only kids
but their moms got involved with tying up games interesting.The problem is this will take a long time to tell and I’m still wrestling with how to do it best.Because alot of people are involved the background will take a while to tell and I’m still plotting out how to do this without boring people.
Canuck-thanks for the e-mail reply.What’s happened over at Bob’s site? It seems to be up but there is no way to post to it and it seems not be updated for a couple of weeks.as for this site in the words of the residents of South Park Colorado IT KICKS ASS!
To Everyone: Now that I know how to transfer from a word processor to this page my posts won’t have alot of the grammatical errors my first two have.I recommend that
anyone posting to this page follow the advice at the top of the page. It ‘s nearly impossible to edit in the post box.

Sat Jun 06 13:55:57 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo everyone!

Traffic has certainly picked up in the last few days on this site. Great stories everyone. It is always a pleasure to hear from Gillian B. and I hope there are still a lot of bondage stories to come.

There is one more advice for all posters:
Reload the page after each post. This gives you the chance to check on the success and see for yourself if anything was cut off! Then you can repost or limit the next one.

I am planing to set up a site for innocent bondage stories in GERMAN in the near future (maybe this weekend). I am wondering if there are any visitors from german speaking countries on this site (Austria, Switzerland, Belgium, The Netherlands, Denmark or Germany). Please let me know (e-mail address can be found at bottom of post). Sorry to get a little bit off topic, I am just trying to find out if there is enough interest.

All the best from warm but cloudy West Germany.

Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

When I was about, hmm, 5-7 years old, I had this really, REALLY hot babysitter named Vicki. At my house, my siblings and I liked to play a game. We would tie each other to a chair and see if we could get out. One day Vicki, was at our house. We were playing the game and she decided to join. We tied to the chair snugly. Then, My brother and I got some clean kleenexs and a handkerchief and gagged her. It was so fun. She had black hair, ice-blue eyes, and a light complexion. She was about 18 and was, wellm MATURED. (Hehe)

The Kidnapper
darkjedi_15@hotmail.com

Sat Jun 06 12:37:33 1998

I'm not sure this is the sort of thing you want to hear about, but I come from a wierd family. I'm my mother's only child but my Dad remaried to a woman that already one daughter three years younger than me, and he went on to have another two daughters by this woman. After my step mother divorced my Dad, she sort of went off the deep end, and began punishing her daughters by keeping them tied to chairs, or for serious infractions requiring an extended punishment, the toilet. My step sister was first subjected to that form of punishment shortly after her sixteenth birthday and told, "If you don't like it, see if your brother will take you in". My whole family knew I was into bondage; Jeanie, my step sister even helped me tie up one of her girl friends once before. Still, she showed up on my front door step with a piece of paper stating that she was living with me and asked me to sign it, and I did.
What she told me about the goings on almost got me out of bondage; but Jeanie told me something something I could keep "When you tied us up it was all in fun, Mom does it just to be mean."

I can leave the parts about the step moron alone and talk about the fun times I had with Jeanie, her friend Sharon, and even my two half Sisters, Dawn and Vickie.

Ike Rossmann

In May I wrote about my early three year old bondage experiences. When I was 5, Kenny and I used to roll each other up in blankets, sometimes topped off with a belt or rope loops. After watching some kids get tied up on TV (on the show called Rifleman), we started tying with rope. Before too long, we knew how to cross wrists behind the back - we could tie each other up so we couldn't get out. For that matter, when we each tied up other people, they couldn't get out either. Not to bad for kindergarden! Kenny was more agressive; when he tied me up it was tight and final. You could tell you couldn't get loose. Hands tied behind my back with tight stretchy cloth rope. Feet tied together and knees too. He wasn't gentle about it either. We hadn't learned about hog tying yet. That didn't come until a couple of years later. Nobody knew we were doing any of this until I got caught when I was about 10 - hogtied and helpless. My dad came home earlier than expected. We couldn't get me untied before he walked in. We stammered some lame excuse. He was surprised, but looked around, told us to be careful, and left! I was more careful after that. I don't think they ever found out how much I had been playing around with ropes.

Viking

Sun Jun 7 15:20:12 PDT 1998

Since people seemed intrigued with my tales of adults being involved with childhood\teenage tying up games. Here is an incident from about 18 months ago. I came in on the tail end of it; my wife was the victim. (yes, I did get her permission to post this as long as we remain anonymous.
My wife ‘s office had a kris kringle party where each individual draws a name and gets a present for the individual drawn.. The individuals do not know who drew their names until the present was open. My Wife drew The name of one of her friends who always
complained about be unable to get away for a single day with her husband because of her kids, how good baby-sitters were hard to find(she was not about to trust a genXer with her kids)etc.
So my wife gave her a gift certificate; my wife would baby-sit the kid for one weekend to be worked out later.
The agreed weekend came and my wife’s friend and her husband went to the coast, and the two kids aged 9 and five came over to stay with us.
I left Saturday morning to go to a meeting of a Civil war reenactment unit I am with.
(That’s U.S. Civil war for you Brits out there Rebs and Yanks instead of Cavaliers and Roundheads. And I’ve got a couple of stories to tell involving that group if Bob ever
gets his site back up).
I got back around three o clock , walked in the door and my mouth fell open.My wife was tied to a chair.”Hi” she said cheerfully. “I’ve a detective who’s been caught by the bad guys”.
Now I had seen my wife tied up before(No,we are not going down that road) but I was surprised to come home to it.The two kids said Hi and continued watching T.V. I walked over a examine the bonds.
Gillian was right when she stated that 80 percent(I believe it was) of people have no idea of how to tie someone securely. I would make an exception for kids between the age of 6 and 16; there about one half of the population know how; they lose the knowledge as they grow older. The two kid had done a commendable job of securing my wife.

dudalb

Sun Jun 7 17:23:51 PDT 1998

The chair had no arms, just two post and a cross beam in the back.My wife’s left wrist was tied to the left post,Her right wrist to the right post with scarfs.A 20 foot piece of clothes line tied her elbows and chest of the chair. Two more scarves secured her left and right ankles to their respective chair legs.I could tell at a glance that the knots were secure, although if you tried about thirty minutes should get you free..
My wife then explained what happened, although I already had a pretty damn good idea.
The kids had wanted to play detective.They wanted to be the robbers who had hid the loot any my wife was to be the detective who had to find it. She gave the kids some Costume jewelry she wore to Renaissance fairs and SCA events(Yes we both love history and reenact various periods.) to hide while she went into the kitchen. The kids, of course had the idea of capturing the detective from the beginning.They had snuck out into the back yard and took down the clothesline we used to wash and dry our period clothes with (You don’t want to know what a modern washer does to wool and silk) and hid in the closet opposite the place where they had hidden badly on purpose one of the jewels. They leaped out and threw the rope around my wife. My wife managed to get away and guessed right away what the kids were doing. She said halt and asked what the next stop of the game was. The kids, having nothing to lose, told her it was to tie the detective to a chair and gag her. My wife thought for a moment. She could have stopped the whole thing then and there. Few kids will deliberately disobey and adult in something like this. A direct physical assault, even if successful, just guarantees that when the adult goes free (he or she eventually will) there will be the equivalent in kid terms of nuclear retaliation from the Grown ups.

Mon Jun 08 01:44:49 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi folks!

dudalb - I'm enjoying your contributions. Your latest posting looks intriguing, but the posting limit chopped it just as it was getting to the best bit!

Also, if I can offer another $0.02 worth on posting technique, you don't need to put the line breaks in yourself. Just let the text wrap in whatever you're typing it into and the gadget at Tripod that turns it into HTML will do the right thing with it when you post it. An extra blank line between paragraphs will also automatically get turned into a real HTML paragraph break. Length of posting is the only bit that really needs attention, the rest can just be left to work by itself.

Mr Rossmann (can I call you Ike?) - I guess your posting was off topic, if we're really strict about it, but I'm sure it does us all no harm to be reminded that intent and consent are EVERYTHING in this shared interest of ours. Your step-sister's words say it all. Welcome, in any case. I look forward to more from you.

Jonah - Do please remember to post the URL for your intended site if/when it goes ahead. My German isn't up to posting anything, but I wonder if I will be able to understand any of the stories? I'll enjoy trying anyway. Viel Glück!

Gillian B

Mon Jun 08 01:46:51 GMT Daylight Time 1998

dudalb - and you've posted the rest while I was writing my comments off-line!

Gillian B

Sun Jun 7 17:28:53 PDT 1998

This is why kids resort to cons, deception and strategy to convince grown ups to be tied up.
My wife loves kids. (She convinced me to go for one of our own next year.)
She didn’t want to spoil their game. But she did not want to lose control either she came up with a compromise. They could tie her to a chair but gagging was out. If they even tried they would be in big trouble. The kids agreed.
My wife took over the job of supervising her own binding, guaranteeing she would be
bound in a fairly comfortable position. She had the kids get four scarves from the drawers and let them tie her wrists behind her,then march her out to the kitchen. In the Kitchen they untied her wrists (my wife was surprised how firm the knots were,but felt she was in control) and suggested the binding of he wrists to the sides of the chair.(This is a much more confortable position than having them tied behind the chair.) She allowed them to use the remaining two scarves and the clothes line as they liked.Once my wife was bound-a bit more securely than she expected,) the kids began going to their normal activity:Watching T..V. The kids were, my wife said ,very polite to their prisoner. They asked permission to get some softdrinks from the refrigirator.When my wife said she was a little thirsty the five year old opened a can of coke, put a straw in it, and held it up for my wife to sip from. At no time did they attempt to gag her. OK. I admit I couldn’t resist it.I completed the Girls on their knots, but then suggested they had forgotten something. My Wife what it was, laughed, and suggested I was worse than the two girls, but the said ‘Go ahead, Gag me.” I sent the girls up stairs for a scarf, and they tied it between her teeth “Just like on T.V.” Just like on T.V. it looks great but is nowhere near as effective as a cleave gag or tape for silencing some one.

Sun Jun 7 18:05:42 PDT 1998

As soon as my wife was gagged (however ineffectively) she went into a damsel in distress act straight out of an episode of a bad t.v. mystery. She twisted and turned, mmmphed through her gag (although I got a feeling she could have been understood if she wanted to be),and generally hammed it up. After about two minutes she just sat back in her bonds playfully glowering at me and the girls. After about ten minutes I said the game was fun but now it over, and the girls released my wife.The weekend passed without event. We took the kids out to movie the next afternoon and returned them to their parents.
My wife could not resist asking the mother if she had ever played detective with her kids. The Mother than turned to her daughters and Stated “YOU DIDN'T TIE UP
MRS.DUDALB DID YOU?”My wife quickly stated that she had been a willing victim, the kids had been polite to their captive., the bonds didn’t hurt a bit, please don’t punish them, etc. The next day at work the mother said she made it clear to the kids that although they could play detective and time themselves up a much as they pleased. but no more grown ups. She sheepishly admitted she had not been as clever as my wife, she ended up tied to a post and gagged with adhesive tape for over a hour. Maybe kids really are more polite to other adults than to their own parents.
Slightly off topic Gillian but has as animated show called SOUTH PARK made it way
into the U.K. yet?It deals with a group of children in South Park, Colorado and deals
largely with how cruel kids can be to each other. It ;s pretty raunchy ,(the first animated show in history to have a parental advisory) and had become a big cultural phenomenon over here. If you ever get a chance to see it be interested in you comments since the kids in it are about the age you teach.

Sun Jun 7 23:40:17 EDT 1998

Mr Rossmann is way too formal, Ike it is, I wanted to make sure I was the only Ike here.

Ask and you shall recieve.

Some background, my birth mother drank, heavily. I carry a loathing of drunks from childhood as a result. She also had a thing for tickling me, and I have come to see that all my desires for wanting to tie girls up and tickle them half to death was just getting back at Mom. This came clear to me after some quite extensive therapy, and is beside the point. My parents divorced and both managed to find crazier people than they were married to in the first place. My birth father's brand of craziness being his execrable taste in women, a trait I seem to have inherited, this is sort of beside the point also. My step father was from the school of thought that any thing a kid did wrong could be corrected by a slap to the ear. I put as much distance between myself and that individual as I could. I was twelve when one night my mother was sitting on the sofa the way she usually did, drunk, and asked me "Why don't you ever talk to your father (she meant my step father) for all you know he is your real father.
I looked at her, laughed once sarcastically and said, "Thats all I need, TWO good reasons never to have children." She picked up a stereo floor speaker, and charged at me with it, and yelled "You want to not have kids!" I honestly believe to this day she was actually trying to castrate me. As she was coming up with the speaker, I shoved it and her hard, breaking the speaker and her foot. The next day I was told to go live with my father.

I'd only met my step mother and my step sister Jeanie once before, shortly after my dad remarried.
-more-

Ike

Mon Jun 8 00:20:46 EDT 1998

-continuing from last page-

Jeanie was three years younger than me, and sort of resented having an instant older brother. It was made abundantly clear to me I was an outsider, this arrangement was temporary, if I screwed up here I was going back, no matter whether things cooled down or not. But the point was in practicality they couldn't. My step mother was pregnant with my youngest half sister, and almost anything that could go wrong did. We almost lost both of them at one point. Dawn, the middle sister was in diapers, My step mother didn't want Jeanie to see all the trouble she was having, Dad was busy between work and the hospital. I found myself in charge of a nine year old and a toddler. With my Mom incapaciting herself from drinking I learned a lot about fending for myself, and I could throw some quick meals together, and it got to the point where all I needed was a call from Dad as to what time he'd be home. I had a problem getting Jeanie to help me sometimes, and that's when I hatched a plan.

-more-

Ike

Sun Jun 7 21:48:44 PDT 1998

A few thought on my last post.
The interesting thing about this incident and the one that happened to me a bout a year
later was how alike the kids were. They seemed determined to show the tied up adults
involved that no real danger or harm was intended, It was all a big game or a a wonderfully joke. My wife was in control throughout. No doubt the girls that they were but still my wife had them tie her in an relatively easy position to maintain.They did not gag her until she gave them permission and that was only after an adult was in control..
Side note. I admit a certain amount of sexual flirtation was going over the heads of the
kids when I suggested gagging my wife and she agreed. We occasionally enjoy this
appetizer to the main course but we find ourselves ordering this particular appetizer less and less often and we’ve never made it main course and seem to be getting tired of this
appetizer and may stop ordering it altogether. Good thing too. If we do have a kid. I can see it now little Billy or Sally goes into our bed room in 7 or 8 years from now and
asking,”Daddy(mommy),why is Mommy(Daddy) all tied up and gagged’?(My wife did
approve this statement. She did not want us to look like some of the couple you see on of the more uh,bizarre sites on the net. Hopefully, Canuck, this is circumspect enough not to violate the rules.
That the wierd thing about adult participation in these games is that in the final analysis it is voluntary on the part of the adults.The incident with Gillian’s mom is one of the few
where kids succeeded against the parent direct orders and Gillian and company received massive retaliation the next day.

dudalb

Sun Jun 7 21:49:30 PDT 1998

Slowly but surely I am working toward that summer vacation saga I keep talking about. I might just jump in and start it next week.
If any one knows the story on Bob’s site let us know.

Mon Jun 8 00:45:21 EDT 1998

-continuing-
Dad had only one real rule for us, whe school was in, homework came first, then housework, we were a team and if our grades slid, he'd get help from somewhere else. A neighbor watched Dawn during the day, when we had school I'd bring her home when I got home. Jeanie was home before I was, but rarely started her homework until I did, meaning we had to share the kitchen table and dictionary, and I'd end up answering half of her homework. As far as the housework went, there wasn't that much, but she still wouldn't help.
Dad called one night and said he'd be home around 9. We finished our home work, and I told Jeanie I wasn't going to ask her to help because she wouldn't. She thought I just wasn't going to keep bothering her, but I produced some rope I'd found and announced that if all she was going to do was nothing, then all she'd be able to do.

She said that being tied up was easy, she always got loose, and held her hands out in front of her for me to tie, I told her, "No put them behind you."

She said she'd never tried it that way yet.
-more-

Ike

Mon Jun 8 01:10:49 EDT 1998

-continuing-
Jeanie asked me to wait, so she could go to the bathroom, she returned, but took her shoes off at some point. She put her hands behind her and let me tie them palm to palm, the rope cinched and knotted away from her fingers. She asked me if true I tried to kill my Mom, I told her the woman tried to kill me first. Jeanie twisted her hands and tried pulling them free but only made the knots tighter. I could see she was a little worried and I told her all she had to do to get untied was work with me. That made it a challenge again and she asked if I was done. I told her I was going to hogtie her, and she asked what that was. I told her she'd see, I marched her into her room, picked up one of her Barbie dolls and bent it into the position. She asked if I could please tie her up on the living room sofa instead of on her bed. I said ok, and we back in the living room, where she let me finish tying her at her knees and ankles, she even tried to get her hands and feet as close as she could for me to finish the hogtie. She only tested her ropes a little and said, "Now you have to feed both Dawn and me dinner." I told her I'd untie her for dinner, and she said that I said she wouldn't be able to do anything. I told I'd feed her like Dawn , but if she needed the bathroom to let me know, because I wasn't going to change her
like her sister.
She called me a wierdo, and tried to get loose again. As she wiggled her feet, I couldn't resist the urge I felt to tickle them.
She squirmed and giggled the whole time, and from that day forward, weirdo became kind of a code word to start a tickling attack.
I fed my sisters, and cleaned them up afterward. and I asked Jeanie if she wanted me to untie her so she could go outside with her friends. She said no, as long I'd stay with her. I didn't mind at all. We watched TV together and actually talked to each other for the first time since I moved in with them. I untied her well before Dad came home, and I kept the ropes st

Ike

Mon Jun 8 02:12:02 EDT 1998

-dammit!-
I kept the ropes stashed away in the chance I'd get to use them again.

I would, but that's another story.
-end-

Ike

Mon Jun 08 12:34:19 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo everyone!

It took me two days and some long and partly frustating hours of work, but it is done! You can find my new bondage story page at http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1/index.html. You will find that it looks quite similiar to this site. It was actually build by copying the HTML-Code of this page (with permission of cause!).

This is a site for childhood/teenage bondage stories in GERMAN. I donnot want any competition between Canuck's, Bob's and my page. If you prefer to post something in German, please feel free to do so at my site! I would be delighted for every visitor dropping by to read the stories or participate in the ongoing discussions.

Canuck - Thanks a lot for all your kind help and support. I would not have made it without you!

Gillian B - I would love to welcome you to my site. As it is a new site it might take some time to fill with life (I hope to post a first story by tonight). By the way, I loved the phrase you used in your last post ('liberated' from his household). Keep it up!

Jonah
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1/index.html
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Mon Jun 08 12:49:04 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

2nd part of my last post

For those you prefer to directly proceed to the page with the current stories the URL is: http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1/current.html.

It is also possible to post comments or questions in other languages than German. But I most warn you, that I speak only German and English and understand a little bit of dutch. So lets keep it to German or English.

Thanks for all the great stories posted here lately. Traffic has certainly picked up!

Jonah
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1/index.html
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Has anyone ever been tied up while in a sleeping bag or while wearing a snowsuit? This is very hard to get out of because, apart from restricting your movement due to bulk, they insulate very well. This means that if you struggle to get free, you get incredibly hot, which can stop you trying to escape. (I should know, I was tied up in a sleeping bag once. It was inescapable!) Snowsuits also make good straightjackets - just tie the arms behind the back! If the legs are done as well, it can be pretty secure.

Also, has anybody ever been tied up and left for a long period i.e. overnight? If anybody has experienced eiter of these things, a post would be appreciated.

Pete

Mon Jun 08 13:39:33 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo everyone!

This is my last remark about my new page for now (promised!). The page will follow the same guidelines as this one. You will not find stories of sexual or pornographic nature on my site.

Thanks for your patience.

Jonah
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1/index.html
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Mon Jun 8 09:59:47 CDT 1998

I may be able to add another story from dudalb's perspective. Although I have experienced many an occasion when I was younger, this event comes from last summer. I should tell you that I am no longer so young. The fact that I have daughters aged 9 and 11 paints that picture. Without getting into too many family details, suffice it to say that I am divorced, and am granted partial custody of my girls. Late last summer, my wife needed an extended break due to business, so I readily accepted the girls for about two weeks while she was away. Jamie and Lynn (not their real names, but close enough) are good kids, earning above average grades and not really getting into much trouble. They have always been easy to manage, so I did not hesitate to hire a babysitter when I had a date (yes, divorced men with kids still date) on Friday night. Checking around with the neighbors, I was given a name of a girl, Leslie, who was considered a stellar babysitter. Arrangements were made and she showed up promptly at 6:30 as requested. Now, granted that I am older, and I do feel reluctant to render this opinion, Leslie was an attractive 17 year old with blonde hair and blue eyes. If I was still eighteen, I would have definitely been interested. Enough said.

Geoff

Mon Jun 8 10:00:24 CDT 1998

Part two

Well, to move things along, everything seemed to go smoothly. The girls appeared to have taken to Leslie, so I was confident that I could spend an evening out in peace. And I did. I admit, I did call to check on things at around 8:30, but Leslie assured me that all was in order. It was about 11:00 when I had dropped off my date and was returning home. The lights were on all over the house, which was strange as I had requested that the girls be in bed by 10:00. A little concerned, I opened the door and called out quietly for Leslie, not wanting to wake the girls. No response. Making my way through the house, I found both girls fast asleep on the sofa in front of the TV, but no Leslie. I have to admit that my first thought was that she had abandoned them for some unknown reason. Flicking off the TV, I heard a kind of muffled sound from down the hallway towards the bedrooms. Unsure of what to expect as the sound was not recognizable, I crept down the hallway. The office was dark, so I looked around the corner into the girls room.

Geoff

Mon Jun 8 10:01:22 CDT 1998

Part three

What I saw was surprising to say the least. Leslie was sitting on the floor next to one of the beds. Her ankles and knees were bound. A rope encircled her body pinning her arms behind her (her wrists were bound too, but that was not obvious yet), and a blue scarf covered her face from her nose to her chin. I didn't how to respond. She mmmmphed at me from under the gag, so I quickly lifted her up and sat her on the bed. I untied the scarf that had been tied quite tightly over her nose and mouth, only to find a bandana pulled tightly over her mouth beneath it. Untying that, Leslie, pushed out another bandana from in her mouth. I think the first thing she said was "What a relief". Working on her bonds, which took a few minutes, I untied the rope around her body only to find that it had been wrapped separately around her arms as well. After releasing her wrists, she shook her hands as if they had that tingly sensation. As she was still massaging her wrists, I continued and untied her ankles and knees.

Geoff

Mon Jun 8 10:01:55 CDT 1998

Part four

Obviously curious, I asked her to explain what happened. She got a little red-faced, but I pressed her for the details. From a parents standpoint, this could create a dangerous situation. I actually pointed out that all kids tend to play these types of games when they are younger. I think that eased things slightly as she explained that after my phone call they had been watching a movie when a scene passed where someone was tied up. Daring the girls that she could get out of anything they threw at her, Jamie and Lynn had tied her up but then had fallen asleep. Evidently they had been able to tie her sufficiently to completely immobilize her. I pressed further because this still didn't all add up. I had a hard time believing that my girls could have come up with such elaborate ropework. Without embarrassing her, I asked Leslie how they had ever come up with such an inescapable way to tie her. She blushed a little and acknowledged that over her years of babysitting, she had been tied up quite a few times. Admittedly, she had coached Jamie and Lynn while they were tying her up. She did say that the trick worked with many of her previous client's kids. They had found the whole event entertaining, but had not fallen asleep in the middle of things. One last point that seemed askew was the fact that she was gagged. In a dare involving whether or not one can escape, a gag seems unnecessary. She blushed again. Jamie had wanted to gag her. The girls had originally tied a bandana over her mouth, but Leslie showed them that she was able to simply push it down. More coaching from previous babysitting jobs eventually led to the combination over the nose gag that had kept her so quiet. So quiet in fact that she was unable to roust them to untie her after they had fallen asleep.

Geoff

Mon Jun 8 10:02:33 CDT 1998

Part five

I didn't know where to go from there. The girls were apologetic after I awoke them and reminded them of what had happened. Leslie teased them a little about it before she left. Relieved that nothing bad had occurred, I gave her a nice tip and a bit of advice when she babysat next time: If she get tied up and gagged, make sure she sets a timer (to alert the kids) so she doesn't stay that way for the rest of the night. When I was child, my neighbor's mother always required a timer when we played tie up games. She always insisted that no one be tied up for more than 30 minutes. I did invite Leslie to babysit the girls one more time while they were at my house. I don't know if anything happened then, but she wasn't bound and gagged when I came home. That picture is still startlingly real. After years of childhood games, it is strange to see others playing it right in front of you.

I hope you enjoyed the small contribution.

Geoff

Mon Jun 08 18:04:33 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi!

I guess it is time for me to post my first story. It is the translation of the story published on my site and it is not half as exciting as most others stories posted here. But it is a start and you might enjoy it.

The story belongs to the catgorie ‘adult tied up by kids’ but I would still see it as a teenage story since I didnot consider myself as an adult (I was a little over twenty when it happened) at this particular time.

Summer camp

A few years ago I was a Camp Counsellor (I guess this would be the appropriate term) at a summer camp for kids from 9-13. The camp’s theme was ‘Indians’ (like in ‘Cowboys and Indians’) and the life and history of the native tribes in America was the center of many activities. For a german kid a real indian has to have a rope (Yes, we are still influenced by Hollywood, particularly Zorro and John Wayne!) and most of the kids brought their own from home.

About 30 m from the hostel where we stayed was a hall, which could be used for ball games or partys. One morning I entered it and found myself surrounded by two or three kids. Each had a rope and before I could react one loop of rope was tied around my body at elbow level. The loop was tightened and the arms were securely tied to the side.

Jonah
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Mon Jun 08 18:07:32 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Summer camp - Part 2 of 3

The rope was wrapped another two or three time around my body (still at elbow level) and secured with a knot. Then it was passed down to the knees and wrapped around my legs a little bit above the knees. Another tight knot to secure these bonds and the rope went up again. A couple of times around my legs, hip and body and finally secured to the loops pinning the arms to the side.

This way to tie someone up can hardly be desribed as perfect since my hands were not tied at all (although there is a way to tie someone up without binding the wrists at all and he still doesnot have the chance to free himself!), but it fulfilled its purpose anyway. My movement was restricted and I could only hop around the hall. They took my glasses and I had to chase them (still hopping like a rabbit) to retrieve them. I had brought my camera along and the kids had nothing better to do then to take pictures of my desperate tries. I have those photos lying in front me to remind of that episode. What is more worthwhile for kids then tying up an adult?!

After a few minutes I ‘liberated’ my glasses and managed to free myself (which wasnot too hard anyway). During these ten days I had a few more ‘bondage’ experiences involving rope, especially the outdoor game ‘Enemy tribes’, but that is to be left for another story in the future.

I hope my spelling and grammar wasnot too bad and I am always happy to receive advice how to improve it. In school we learned to interpret Shakespeare (‘Macbeth’) and read literature from Hemingway, Huxley and Salinger (‘Catcher in the rye’ - it certainly improved my knowledge of swear words!). But school english hardly qualifies you to read a menu or write a simple story about everydays life.

Jonah

Mon Jun 08 18:09:24 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Summer camp - Part 3 of 3

To answer this question beforehand: I didnot mind being tied up and the kids knew that I probably wouldnot mind because I was known to tolerate a lot. We had quite a few excellent cushion fights (is that the right word? German: Kissenschlacht) during these camps. I always enjoyed a good struggle, ending with either me pinning someone down or being pinned down by someome stronger. Any open-minded parent, teacher and camp counsellor knows the joy of a cushion fight. Normally one or two adults against a lot of kids.

Enough for now, there is still some work to be done.

Jonah
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Tue Jun 9 00:19:38 UTC+0100 1998

Greetings!

What a lot of good stories. And new writers too. Special plaudits to dudalb, Ike and Geoff.

Jonah's new web site looks promising. Sadly, my schoolboy German isn't equal to the task of reading any of it.

I was slightly shocked by Gillian's latest story. The reason is not the story itself, but a detail that Gillian left out. When I knew her as a kid, I remember being fascinated by a line of scar tissue on the back of one of her hands, but never knew what had caused it. I put two and two together when I read the story and, when I queried it with Gillian, she confirmed that the incident with 'Tim' had indeed left her with a permanent scar. Sobering thought. (She knows I'm posting this.)

Anyway, time for my contribution to the recent crop of babysitter stories.

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:20:22 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 1 of 8)

Tie-up games became much less frequent for me when my friend Bob and his sister Jill moved away to another town when I was 12. However, there was a series of incidents from a period a little later than that. This is the first of them.

I am mindful of Gillian's references to stories 'awash with testosterone'. Given my age at the time, there are inevitably elements of dawning sexuality in this story, but I'll do my best to keep it suitable for a mixed audience.

I was about 13, maybe just turned 14, and this was late 1969 or early 1970. I wasn't often baby-sat, as my parents usually arranged for me to visit friends or neighbours instead. However, there was a period of a few months when they were attending frequent social functions out of town. These happened most weeks and always took place on a Friday. My parents sometimes returned late, but more often stayed overnight on these occasions, as transport was difficult. My regular babysitter during that period was the daughter of friends of my parents, who lived close by. I'll call her 'Susan' (not, of course, her real name). She was about 16, a bit of a tomboy, fun to be with and the subject of adoring puppy love from me.

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:20:55 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 2 of 8)

On the evening this story starts, it wasn't the first time she had babysat me, but the first with interesting subject matter for this page. Most Fridays, we watched a detective programme on TV ('Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased)'), not much tying up, but I enjoyed the characters (one of whom was a ghost) and the storylines. During one episode, the female lead, who played the detectives' secretary, was tied up lying on a sofa. She was tied with men's neckties. Her wrists were tied in front of her and her ankles tied. She was gagged with a folded handkerchief pad over her mouth, held in place with a third tie. The storyline depended on her not being able to get away. I commented, 'That's silly, she could escape easily.' Susan didn't see how she could, but I insisted and tried to explain. 'You show me then,' she said finally. I agreed.

We substituted winter scarves for the neckties. (I told her that I had sometimes played tie-up games using scarves in the past.) I lay down on the sofa, and she tied me and gagged me as we had seen on TV. Now, the last time I had been tied up would have been at least a year previously, most probably by Bob or Jill. I have to admit that Susan's attentions were rather more exciting than I anticipated. I really enjoyed being tied up by Susan, but I tried not to let her realise just how much.

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:21:31 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 3 of 8)

Anyway, the declared reason for this escapade was for me to demonstrate an escape. I simply reached up with my tied hands and pulled the gag out, then undid the knot on my wrists with my teeth; I was free in less than two minutes. 'Oh, I see,' said Susan, 'but you couldn't do that if I tied your hands behind your back.' Susan's tying of my wrists hadn't been very tight, so I suggested she try it (and it was a good excuse for some more attention). She duly re-tied me. The scarf round my wrists had just been wrapped round and knotted, not cinched, so I simply wriggled my hands out by brute force - still free in under two minutes. I sustained some abrasion in the process and pointed out to Susan that some wrist protection was a really good idea.

Susan was rather nonplussed. I suggested that I tie her hands and see if she could escape too. She put her gloves on to protect her wrists and held her hands out behind her. I put a tomfool knot into the scarf I was holding. (You can do that in about two seconds with practice; Gillian used to do a magic trick based on tying a 'bow' in a rope apparently instantly using this principle.) I popped the loops of the tomfool over her wrists, pulled hard and knotted the ends off with a reef knot (square knot). She hadn't seen what I had done and as far as she knew I had tied her wrists the same way she tied mine. (I didn't tie anything else, just wrists.) (My second discovery of the evening was that tying up Susan was more exciting than past experiences too.) She wriggled and struggled for about ten minutes before giving up. I untied her and she expressed surprise at the apparent impossibility of escape. She offered me a return match the following week and I agreed (trying not to sound too eager).

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:22:17 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 4 of 8)

The next week, after tea, Susan reminded me of the proposed return match. She unpacked a pile of about six wool scarves out of her overnight bag. She tied my hands behind my back in exactly the same way that she had the previous week then tied the other scarves round me at ankles, knees waist and chest and finished off by cleave gagging me with a handkerchief. She looked pleased with the result. I was pleased with the result too, but the idea was to see if I could escape. The weak point was the wrist bond again; I got my hands free within little more than a minute as before. It took me longer to wriggle out of the scarves encircling me, but I was still free within about five minutes. Once again, I tied just her wrists behind her back. This time she struggled for nearly half an hour before asking me to free her. On departure, the next morning she whispered, 'Next week, you're for it!' 'Just try,' I said nonchalantly (while a little voice inside said, 'Yes, please').

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:23:24 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 5 of 8)

The following Friday, Susan was late. Whenever this happened, my parents just left at their usual time, trusting Susan to turn up before too long. When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, I opened the door and found a banana pointing at my nose. 'This is a stick-up!' said Susan. She had dressed for the part too. She was wearing her coat, hat and scarf as usual, but the face in between was covered by a black nylon stocking. (I never found out whether she had put it on outside our door or worn it all the way from her home.) She continued to point the banana at my nose and ordered me into the house. 'This gun's loaded, and I know how to use it. Do as you're told and you won't get hurt,' she said in her best American gangster's moll accent. She gestured me into the sitting room and said, 'Don't move!' I stood still, admiring her performance and waiting for the next stage. She returned carrying a dining-room chair. She had taken her coat off, so I could see her burglar's outfit of black jeans and striped sweater, still with the stocking over her head but topped off with a small black wool cap.

The preparedness ran to more than just her costume. She unzipped her overnight bag and produced a pile of scarves, several pairs of her long hockey socks, a sheaf of handwritten notes and diagrams and a book about silent cinema serials (called 'Bound and Gagged', I think) with bookmarks stuck in it.

Susan took the two longest scarves, 8-foot-long monsters, and hitched one through the top rail of the chair back so the ends trailed down behind the chair. She threaded the other one through the chair back either side of the central vertical, so the ends ran forward across the chair seat and hung down in front.

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:24:09 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 6 of 8)

'Sit!' she said, so I sat. She brought the ends of the long scarf attached to the top of the chair forward over my shoulders, crossing over in the middle of my chest, looped them round the sides of the chair back, finally knotting the ends together just below my sternum. The other scarf I was now sitting on, with the ends trailing down onto the floor between my legs. She took the ends out to the sides of the chair back, looped them through and knotted them off somewhere in the region of my belly button (putting some pressure in a rather intimate place in the process). My whole torso was firmly and completely immovably anchored to the chair. I was enjoying Susan's burglar act and I was enjoying being tied up by her, but I wasn't at all sure about letting her know just how much.

'Hands up!' said Susan (no banana to hand, so she just pointed a finger). I raised my arms and she pulled a sock over each hand, forcing my hands into fists. She then used more socks to tie my wrists to the chair arms and scarves to tie my arms at elbow level to the point where the chair arms joined the sides of the chair back.

Susan turned her attention to my legs next. The chair had bars between the legs forming a letter H shape in plan. She tied my legs together at ankle level and just above my knees with scarves. Next she pushed my feet over the central crossbar of the H, with the fronts of my ankles bearing against it and secured them there with another scarf.

'Open wide!' ordered Susan. I hesitantly opened my mouth a fraction. She stuffed a sock into my mouth and then used its partner to tie it in place.

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:24:57 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 7 of 8)

Susan left the room at this point and returned a few moments later with the long wall mirror from the hallway, so I could study my predicament. Having given me a good look at myself, she blindfolded me with a scarf. I struggled for a few minutes but gave up - I was more thoroughly tied up than I ever had been before and could not get any useful leverage on any of my bonds or reach any knots. Nevertheless, I was enjoying the evening very much so far.

After what seemed like an eternity (probably only about an hour), Susan removed my gag and blindfold. She had taken off the stocking over her head by this time. Susan draped a teatowel across my chest and tucked it into my collar. She then proceeded to feed me my evening meal with a spoon, followed by a cup of tea with a straw. She carefully wiped my mouth and face, then re-applied the gag and blindfold. She kissed the end of my nose and said, 'Goodnight.' I could tell that she had switched the room light off. I had no idea what the time was and, much as I had enjoyed the evening up to that point, I was terrified at the prospect of spending the night tied to a chair (even by Susan). I struggled as hard as I could, but to no avail. After about ten minutes, Susan turned the light back on and removed my blindfold. 'Only kidding,' she said.

Jon (McA)

Tue Jun 9 00:25:43 UTC+0100 1998

Babysitting a la mode (Part 8 of 8)

Susan untied me progressively, leaving my gag until last. I admitted defeat and ruefully congratulated Susan on her tying prowess. 'All down to proper research,' she said. It turned out that Susan had sought out all the mainstream books with bondage pictures in the public library and taken careful notes. She had also tried out elements of her proposed treatment of me on her younger sister. I think Susan's motivation was simply not to be bettered by any mere boy and she had therefore set out to acquire the necessary skills to defeat me - purely a matter of principle. I, on the other hand, had a whale of a time. I don't think she quite realised that at the time. There were further evenings with Susan; and there are a few more stories to tell.

Jon (McA)

Mon Jun 08 19:17:54 W. Europe Daylight Time 1998

Reading the stories on this site is a real kick. My "bondage life" began forty years ago, at the age of 8. I was very lucky to have a younger girl playmate, Sherry, who loved to be tied up. We played bondage games for about four years until her family moved away, but I have a wealth of great memories. The games we played usually involved my capturing her, tying and gagging her and watching her struggle to escape. She tied me up, usually when I was "asleep". There was another wonderful aspect of our games which added to the fun (and has remained a part of my bondage games to this day). Sherry had studied ballet, and she often wore her black leotard and pink tights. The bound ballerina! I first became sexually aroused during one of these dress-up sessions. I realized that the costume was just as provocative for me as the bondage, and she willingly wore her leotard with various-colored tights during our sessions. One day, when I was about 10 I decided to take the plunge into what became a life-long fetish- to buy and wear leotards in bondage. I investigated carefully. The goods were available in the lingerie department at the local Sears. I planned my purchase for weeks before I got up the courage. What a thrill that was for me! The sweaty palms and dry mouth were little to pay for my new wardrobe- a black, long-sleeved leotard and matching tights!
Now came the next step, introducing my secret fetish into our games. it was rather clever for a 10 year old. I removed the leotards from their packages, crumpled them up and stuffed them into a brown paper bag. I left them under a bush near her house and, of course, managed to "find" them.
"Hey! These are practically my size! You know, I think I'll try them on!" The rest was part of my bondage history, the two of us, in her playroom, dressed on leotards and tights, binding and gagging each other all afternoon.

John

Tue Jun 09 01:04:22 PDT 1998

Welcome back Gillian, JCL and Jon McA. Great Stories! Jon, didn't the deceased detective in 'Randall and Hopkirk (Deceased)') always wear a white suit? If he did, then I may have seen this here in the states.
Congratulations, Jonah, on your new web site. Good luck with it.
And thanks, dudalb, for your kind words about my previous story.

Doug
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Mon Jun 8 23:02:58 PDT 1998

Jon: Nice Story! In the next installment I sense revenge coming on. The position Susan
tied you in was a more elaborate version of the one used by Wife when the “Robbers”
caught her in my last tale. I think you will agree with her that if your going to be tied up it one of the more comfortable positions to be bound in. The arms are at a natural angle and no strain is put upon the arms as would be if they were tied all the way back. And if the knots are right it is still a difficult tie to get out of.
Geoff: Interesting story.The interesting thing is the total lack malice on the part of you
daughters.They did inflict some fairly severs discomfort on Leslie but they didn’t intend
to;they just fell asleep. I have a feeling they had no idea, for instance, how severe the gag was.
Jonah-good luck on your page. I will visit it in the translated version. Feel free to use any of my post if you would care to translate them into German.My own foreign language skills are limited to a reading knowledge of Spanish.
Hopefully my posts are becoming more literate. A lot of the mistakes I made yesterday is because I became distracted by Listening to Michael Jordan destroy Utah in the
finals.My wife claims the only thing American men enjoy more than sex is sports. She may be right.
Hopefully next week I will begin my long delayed epic of the 2 week vacation I keep
promising you .I’ve pretty much decided how to work in the background without holding up the story too much.

Tue Jun 9 05:20:01 EDT 1998

Thank you, Jon McA.
I realize most of my story was just background, but I felt to the need to provide it, so that people would know how I came to have a sister 3 years younger than me that I'd only known for a week.

Jeanie became a little more help to me after that, but most times she was only in my way. The day we got the good news that my stepmother was through the worst of her troubles and wouldn't go back into the hospital until the baby was due, I gave Jeanie the option of helping me in a cleaning frenzy or doing nothing, while I held up the ropes I tied her up with the last time. She rolled her eyes, put her hands behind her and mumbled something i asked her what she said and she said, "Weirdo."
I tied her hands behind her palm to palm as I had before, turned her around and threw her across my shoulder. I carried her into her room, and dumped her on her bed. I slipped her sneakers off and tied her ankles, and was just starting to hogtie her like I did the first time, when she announced she had to go to the batroom. I untied her let her go and waited for her outside the door. After a bit, she opened the door slightly, just to have a look out, but I pushed it open before she could shut it again. She turned her back to me and put her hands behind her, but I just grabbed the back of her neck with one hand to parade her into her room. She climbed up on her bed, and put her hands behind her again, where I tied them, again. I retied her ankles, hogtied her and briefly tickled her feet to make her squirm. Once satisfied she wasn't getting loose, I went into the basement, got a long coil of rope and used it to tie her down to the bedrails with at her shoulders and knees. She knew she wasn't going to get loose and asked, "You wouldn't believe me if I said I had to go to the bathroom again, would you?"
"No," I said, "I'll check in you when I get time,
scream if there's a real emergency, and it better be real if you do."
She asked me to turn her radio on, and to scratch

Ike

Tue Jun 9 06:47:56 EDT 1998

-dammit!-
She asked me to turn her radio on and to scratch her nose before I got back to cleaning up. When I went to ask her about dinner she wasn't answering me, I looked in on her, and she was breathing ok, just fast asleep. I undid her hands from her feet but did not otherwise disturb her. At dinner time, I untied her completely, and woke her up, I'm not sure in what order. She said she
got one of her ropes untied in her sleep, and said she'd probably be able to untie herself the next time.

But that would be another story.

Ike

Mon Jun 08 23:56:38 1998

I found this sight earlier this week and I believe it is the perfect place to post the story of an unbelievable summer involving my Aunt Maureen. It was the summer of 1981 and I was a teenager at the time. My aunt lived in Virginia and I had come down to visit her and my uncle and there daughter Stephanie (10 I think) for three weeks. My mom thought it would be a good Idea. Frankly I didn;t like it, Until of course that Tuesday morning. I had had a bondage fetish for a long time, I was a fifteen year old male who loved the idea of getting bound and gagged like on television. I remember that Tuesday morning after my uncle left for work. Stephanie and I were sitting in the liveing room watching TV. My aunt came in and sat down with us. She was about thirty eight and had short brown hair. I remember that day she was wearing a white turtle neck and black tights. I never understood it but my aunt liked to wear just tights around the house! She was of slender build a little shorter than me. At one point stephanie got up and left the room because we were watching a news report. It was quiet for about five minutes and I remember wondering where steph went.

nephew

Tue Jun 9 14:18:18 EST 1998

Hi everybody. I’ve just received a couple of e-mails encouraging me for writing my personal experiences. Thanks for that support. I also thank your post, Jonah. As I told you in my first post, reading this page have brought me back (with a huge intensity) some old stories that I thought were completely forgotten. So I’m writing to you, this time, one of my teenage stories and I hope you will find it has the spirit of this page. It’s about my cousin Carmen and I would appreciate very much having your comments of this one.

george

You know, you guys are very lucky. I have never met anyone that would tie me up or let me tie them up.

NBKLuger

Wed Jun 10 01:42:10 Pacific Daylight Time 1998

Great website...Great stories! Sorry, but I don't have any stories to relate but I do have a question for everybody...During your tie-up games, do you remove your victim's shoes and socks when you tie their ankles. It would seem logical seeing how it would be hard to tie them up with shoes on, being bulky and all. It tends to make the victim more vulnerable. I read somewhere that exposing a persons feet makes that person weak. A form of humiliation. An added plus is that you don't have to adjust your knots to accomodate the shoes and socks allowing the victim to remove them and slipping out of the bond. You get a tighter hold of the victim. What do you guys think? Did you remove your victims shoes and socks? I think Charlie asked this before but there was no response. I hope to hear from you guys...

Josh

Wed Jun 10 15:10:41 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi!

I am glad that many new people have posted lately and some good stories could be found. But one time or another the line of innocence was crossed again.

New posters, please remember that most visitors and our host (see first part of this page) prefer this site because of the innocence of the stories. If your stories have a rather strong or even any sexual part please consider posting them somewhere else. You will probably get more credit and reaction there anyway!

Another important point for bondage to remain innocent and acceptable is the consent of both sides (remember Gillian's stories about tying up her mom without her consent). The person to be bound has to agree or innocence and harmlessness is lost. Without consent it becomes an act of violence (even with kids or later silence of the victim). I would like to hear other opinions on that matter.

To answer this unanswered question: Of course I would always prefer to tie someup up without him or her wearing shoes. As mentioned in a lot of posts before most people actually prefer to wear a pair of thicker or even two pair of socks during bondage scenes to avoid any damagage to your skin caused by friction (using ropes) or glue (using tapes).

Jonah
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