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Great site - found it by accident but couldn't tell you how - you know what surfing is like. Here's a contribution that I think is within rules. A tabloid journalist, would probably have a headline:

TEACHER ENCOURAGES C/D BONDAGE

The story is from my Grammar school days - I was 11. Our school was single sex, all boys. Each year we had the "Drama Cycle" where each class put on a playlet, about 45 mins, for the rest of the school. The school was divided into junior and senior and the plays were to your own group. Plays were put on 4 times during the week so everybody got a chance to watch them all.

Our teacher had found a little play, a detective story with interesting twists in the plot (an achievement in 45 mins) by a local drama group author. The overall plot was very simple, four schoolgirls are kidnapped and held to ransom, the regular detectives mess up the rescue attempt, the ransom is paid and then some Dirty Harry type character blows the kidnappers away.

To get to the point, I was one of the four unfortunates cast in the role of kidnap victims. The school props department had some traditional girls school gym slips (pinafore dresses - think St Trinians) and with wigs, I suppose the four of us would pass for young (embarrassed) schoolgirls. The lines were easy to learn, a short scream and a muffled grunt when we were kidnapped and a big "Thanks for saving us!" when we were rescued. In between was about 35 minutes when we were tied to chairs, gagged and blindfolded on a curtained off part of the stage to represent a cellar. Even though it was staged, there was an excited apprehension as I felt the first rope tighten around my wrists, knowing I was now helpless until untied. I guess that's why children do it.

That's all folks. I wonder if the age of innocence we all enjoyed still exists or lasts as long today? I fear my tabloid headline may be nearer the truth.

Comments, criticisms welcome. Regards,
Steve.

Steve T.
sthorn45@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 10 21:13:01 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hello everybody...I've been reading all of these related sites and found them quite interesting. I too, have several stories to share...like someone said to stop leaching off everyone's stories and add a few my self. All of my experiences actually cover all the sites from childhood, teenage and adult. So, whoever's interested, you'll have to check the other sites for my stories. Does anyone know if Bob's site has been updated or moved because the last post show the date of May 9th. I know that Canuck is always up-to-date since he started. The amazing thing I've found while surfing is that most of us seemed to have grown up during the same time frame. From what I've read and seen, it seems that the 60s and 70s influenced everyone the most...when bondage was pretty good back then. From Superman (George Reeves ver), Batman, The Avengers (I don't know about anyone else but I preferred the Tarah King character than Emma Peel because Tarah always got into trouble and looked oh so cute tied up. Mrs. Peel could take care of herself and the bondage was a little lame sometimes in comparison). Another influence in the America (US & Canada) was Saturday Morning cartoons (Penelope Pitstop, Dudley-Do-Right, some of the super hero cartoons, etc.). Yes, the list goes on and so do I. I'll post this now and see how much space I'll need for more of my rantings...Ciao.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 10 21:39:39 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Everything seems fine...so here we go

Like most of you, I've played most of the tie-up games--Houdini, Cops & Robbers, Batman (60s), etc. I mostly played with my cousins (what is it with cousins), a girl who I grew up with and a next door neighbour who's also a girl. Actually, a story just came to mind back when I use to hang out at my Grandma's house. I was 12, I think. I was playing with two kids from two doors away, let's call them Brian and Jill. We were outside doing not much of anything and I was just killing time waiting for my Mom to pick me up after she finished her work for the day. I think the whole incident lasted only 20 minutes. It was exciting in the fact that Mom was already here to pick me up but she went inside to her mother (my Grandma). All that really happened was that I grabbed Jill and just "hand-gagged" her because I had nothing on me to tie her up with. So here I am holding on to Jill with Brian beside me watching. What was exciting was that we were ducked down behind a car next door in the open. I let Brian hold Jill for a while but he got a little rough (it was his sister) so I changed back. Then Mom came out and called for me. I let Jill go (she said nothing) and I went home. Next posting...I prepare myself the next day just in case I'm playing with Brian and Jill.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 10 21:03:53 CDT 1998

Jonah,
I agree with your sentiments completely. Innocence appears to have been thrown to the wayside. I'm glad that you, as one of the regulars, are helping keep this page focused. Kudos, and keep up the good work!

JCL

Wed Jun 10 19:30:18 PDT 1998

Hey folks are'nt we getting far too explicit?
I agree with Jonah on that some of the most recent one don't cross the line, they destroy it.You now have implication of rape and other violence in the last two.To be frank I simply don't believe Husband's story..I can 't believe two kids could do what the did to his wife and not have severe punishment.-unless the parents qualified for the bad parents of the year award.. I know if they did that to my wife we would have to keep her tied up until the boys were in the hands of authorities-to prevent her commiting homicide on them.
To a certain degree I disagree with Jonah. He would bar all sexual implication..I would not. If your going to deal in teenage tying up games you automatically get sex involved, teenagers being what they are.but the key word is "implications". To say some thing like "I was attracted by the the sight of Judy bound and gagged" would be okay. But to get much more explicit than that would not be, at least how I read Canuck's rules,would be over the line.
I might be to blame. In my last post I made a couple of what I thought were fairly mild and indirect comments about my reaction to my wife's predicament in the 'Captured Detective" incident. This may have opened the gates, frankly, Iwish I never would have posted it.
Canuck, it you site and you can run it the way you please, but could you please clarify the rules so we are know exactly the rules are?
Some of the problem may be that Bob's site, which although pretty mild by the standards of the internet, is slight more explicit than this on , had been down pretty much down for so long, and a lot of people are posting material more suitable for that site on this one. We are a PG site folks, and we now have R material and are veering toward X, And this is not what Canuck had in mind.

dudalb

Wed Jun 10 22:22:12 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 3 of 3 (I guess I should have titled each post)
So the next day, I go into my Grandma's basement (just a quick note, both my parents worked so my grandparents took care of me after school and during the day in the summer...this was summer for this story). I did mention that I do babble a bit. So I go into the basement and rumage around for some things to tie up Jill with. Thinking I'll only need to tie up one person, I go through a trunk that has a ton of rags. I find a cloth belt from an old dress and nice strip of cloth for a gag, and then headed outside. I found Brian and Jill and we headed up the street for a few house and we come another guy I just to play with sometimes, Tony. Tony also had a sister called Marie. I think so how we got talking about what I did to Jill the day before and Marie is a little intrigued. Then this other girl shows up (we'll name her Penny). So, everyone is keen on playing some kind of kidnap game (like everybody else I didn't find out that this wonderfully called bondage until my adolence when I found an Interesting 'book' store downtown which carried those type of magazine. But that's another story definitely for another site). So, Tony had an old gargage in the back that his parent's only used for storage and not cars. It had a couple wooden chairs to tie the girls to but I only had enough for one but we found a pair of white dress gloves (opera glove would have been nice length) and a jump rope. It worked out...3 girls and 3 boys...
(to be continued...)

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 10 22:42:27 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 4 (looks like buddy's idea of writng everything down in Word, use a spell checker and maybe a grammar checker too. Just so you know, I'm quite well read and excuse my grammar but I'm here to tell some stories. If you want proper English and writing you can wait for me to publish my memoirs...)
Anyway, on to the story...So the girls were playing in the garden and the boys were hiding around the corner of the gagage...and then we pounced. Brian grabbed Jill, Tony grabbed Marie, and I grabbed Penny. We dragged the girls into the gargage. I had to tell Tony and Brian how to tie the girls because I'd had the experience with my cousins and my other friend. We tied Marie with the jump rope and I tied Penny with the stuff in my pockets (the belt and cloth strip). I tied Penny's hands behind her back and the back of the chair and gagged her 'detective' style (over the mouth). Actually, I think we had 3 gloves because I vaguely remember tying Jill's hands with one glove and cleave gagged with other. Marie sort of complained (in between giggles) that she wanted to be gagged so's not to feel left out, I guess. I used the other glove (it was a bit short but I managed). The girls seemed content at there situation. In case you're wondering, their ankles weren't tied but they all just sat there. Then as always, Tony's mom called. I guess it was close to dinner time. Tony ran out to see what his mother wanted. He came back and sure enough...dinner time. So, we untied the girls, I grabbed my stuff and everybody went home. That was the only time at my Grandma's house that I got to do this. Next episode: I'll tell some stories about the girl next door...Adios.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 10 23:14:03 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

To dudalb...I think that this site which is about babysiters and kids playing games of tie-up not exploring your hormones. Granted, if I had a babysitter or cousin that looked like a model and I adored (the babysitter not my cousins) I'd explore the situation. But like you said it's up to Canuck to edit his site. But the stories should be cute and if it's too sexual try posting the story at either Bob's site about women or Canucks College site. Anyhoo...let's have some fun out there, just everybody screen your stories a bit better and not overly judge the stories. Actually, I wish I did have babysitters when going up, sounded like fun. I've said my piece. As I stated in my earlier posts, I'll be Bach (and you can be Beethoven) with more thrilling stories of me, my cousins, my friend D and the girl-next-door, DA. ("the names have been changed to protect the innocent"...whatever)
Sayonara, ciao, and good night!

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 11 12:18:04 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo again!

Just to make my point clear again: I donnot mind a short little comment like 'I was attracted to Linda in bonds' or something like that. But I do mind if this takes up most of the story or gets more explicit. I do believe it is possible to write an interesting story without too many or even any sexual aspects. We had some pretty good examples on this page before.

As a webmaster or host of a site like this I would be very cautious where to draw the line. In Germany the government started to spend a lot of time and money in tracking down sites which might endanger kids or teenagers and I am not quite sure where do draw the line. The only chance to limit access to a site for adults would be an age control which is nearly impossible to set up.

I do believe that a lot of people have moved over from Bob's site since his posting is down since a month.

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

Thu Jun 11 20:44:19 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi folks!

It's good to have new contributors to this site, BUT...

I agree with the sentiments expressed by Jonah, dudalb, JCL and Capt. Usagi (welcome). They represent a spectrum of opinion, but quite a close one.

Let me state my own position (as I have before). In the discussion that followed Martin's story about 5 weeks ago, I said this (if I may be permitted the arrogance of quoting myself):

"Some while back (March archive) I had a discussion with JD and one of his comments stuck in my mind: "It was just fun in a deviously exhilarating sort of way."

"And a little later on Ben included the phrase: "...the playful spice that bondage has to offer..."

"I think these two phrases coupled with the combined innocence and ruthlessness of childhood summarise what interests me in this site.

"However, Canuck sets the policy here, and it's up to him to decide what to accept."

(I've repeated that because my original posting was deleted along with Martin's story and the rest of the discussion that followed.)

PLEASE, let's only have innocent stories here. I'm going to name names here. John, Husband and George all posted material which was unacceptable in my view. Jon(McA)'s last story was OK but close to the limit in my view. (Jonah, dudalb, JCL, Capt Usagi - where do you draw the limit?)

What do we do? I'm not prepared to post to an explicitly sexual site. Canuck appears not to have time to police postings that are seriously out of order. Do we need to start a new site with two or three people authorised to keep things in order, so nothing unacceptable will be posted? Do we need to moderate via an e-mail system?

Time to air thoughts and suggestions, I think.

Canuck - please state your views again.

Gillian B

Thu Jun 11 16:16:41 PDT 1998

Hello, all. If I may throw in my two cents (clink, clink), I must say I agree with the recent comments regarding certain stories being posted that have a sexual edge to them. Gillian, Jonah, dudalb, JCL and Capt. Usagi have all said this before, so I'll only be repeating what they've already eloquently stated. However, I have to admit that some of the stuff I have been reading here lately makes me very uneasy.
Gillian asked whether we should either start "a new site with two or three people authorised to keep things in order, so nothing unacceptable will be posted" Or, "...we need to moderate via an e-mail system..."
Perhaps it's too soon to consider such options, but then again the constant pleas on this site by Jonah and others for innocent stories seem to have fallen on deaf ears. I, too, would really like to hear what Canuck has to say about this matter.

Doug
***
knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 11 19:24:58 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hello,

I have been visiting this site since April, though I have never posted any of my own stories, as yet. Hopefully none of you will hold that against me as I presume to offer my opinion in the current debate.
Oddly enough I seem to side with the vocal majority in this case. There are plenty of more graphic sites on the NET for contributors that step over the line (even if it's a tiny step), and I would like to see this site stay in its innocent format.
However, having dealt in the media with Public Radio and Public Access Television, I know how hard it is to screen "bad calls" from the forum. Unless someone is willing to devote a goodly amount of their time to monitoring a site of this sort, some unwarranted material is bound to get through. Canuck has, thus far, done a fantastic job of editing and updating this site, and I would hate to see it closed.
We should be patient, and try to remember that what one person finds offensive, the next person might not, and not realize he has over-stepped the bounaries.
Skip over the stories you don't like, and continue with the "gentle" reprimands until Canuck has a chance to check his site. I have faith that he will do the right thing.
Perhaps if anyone has an Url or address to a similar but more graphic site you could post it as an option.
Finally, thank you all for your great stories and intelligent thoughts, and thanks for listening to my long-winded opinions.
"Who watches the Watchers?"

CURT

Jeudi 11 juin 20:02:17 (Heure d'été) 1998

Hi everyone!

Again, there was a lot action on this site while I was away. I guess it's time I make myself clear about what is acceptable or not.

Gillian, Doug, Jonah, Capt. Usagi, dudalb, JCL and Curt, let me borrow some of your thoughts on this subject. You have been quite eloquent, and I couldn't make myself more clear. So here's my policy (hope it's clear enough):

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

Royler's page would be a good place for more explicit posts (http://members.tripod.com/~Rolyer).

As dudalb mentioned, teenagers being what they are, there is almost always some element of sexuality involved in these tying-up games. After all, if we like this site, it must be because we liked (and still do) being tied up or tying up someone to a certain degree. But stick to cute and innocent stories. I do not want stories where the elements of sexuality are explicit or become the main element. And of course, stories with violence will not be tolerated here.

This page seems to attract more and more people everyday. Some of the posters are new, and don't seem to be familiar with the spirit and the rules of this site. So, new posters, please read the archives before you post your stories. I only keep there the stories that I find appropriate, so you will have a rough idea of what I find acceptable and what is not.

As Gillian pointed out, I do not have the time to look at the site everyday, so unacceptable postings may be present for a few days. For this, I apologize. But there might be a solution to this problem:

I would be willing (and glad) to share the responsibility of screening the site for inappropriate postings with some of the regular participants of this forum. If you're interested, please e-mail me.

I appreciate your feedback, so please continue posting your thoughts and suggestions.

Canuck

P.S. Before someone asks, yes, I will reduce this page soon.

Thu Jun 11 17:59:25 PDT 1998

Canuck: Thanks for the clarification.If you want to set up some help in monitoring the site you have my permission to give my E-mail address to other monitors.
Jonah: I understand your concern. You have to be more cautious in what goes on your website than we in U.S.Canada the UK do, where we have much less patience with government interference.
Gillian:"Combined innocence and ruthlessness of childhood" God,what a great phrase! I'm going to swipe it and use it in a post To a SOUTH PARK newsgroup I contribute to. Now i'm Really dying to get your opininon of the show if it ever gets over to the U.K.
Capt,Usagi. I think we really don't disagree.By the way your pen name is driving me crazy. I think it's a reference to a fictional charecter but I cant remember which. If it won't violate your privacy could you give me the source?

dudalb

Thu Jun 11 22:25:51 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Look up in the sky...it's a pelican...naw, it's a dive bomber...NO, IT'S CAPT. USAGI!!! (Sorry, I just can from a silly session at Royler's dicussion page). Come back with us now, to those thrilling days of yesterday...(One of these days, I'm going to really piss off some copyright lawyer). Onto the stories...
Today, I'll talk about the time(s) I got to tie up the girl-next-door. I was 8 or 9 and she (we'll call her DA) was 12 or so. DA use to come over a bit to play around with me. Mostly, I think she came over to watch our colour TV (this is the early 70s, so this was a novelty). When we did play a tie-up game it was usually some sort of cops n robbers. Sometimes, what we would do is pretend were in an office, I was the 'Boss' and DA was my 'secretary'. But I would switch roles in the middle, and be some kind of generic bad guy. One scenario was that DA was on the switchboard, with her back turn to me, and just sneek up on her and I think I 'chloroformed' her. Then proceed to either tie her to the chair she was in or drag her over to my bed and tie her there (we usaully played in my room. My mom is not as understanding as say Gillian's mum. Years later we got into it when she found my 'drawings' and she couldn't figure me out. That's another story for another site...my 'drawings', not my discussions with Mom). Back in the 70s, it seems scarves (or neckerchieves) were in fashion (everybody remember Freddy from Scooby-doo??). I had a bunch in my drawer. I usually just tied DA's hands behind her back and ankles, then cleave gagged her with another. I've always had a thing for cleave gags and over-the-mouth, and tape too. To this day, I've never stuff the mouth with packing. My 'victims' are always willing and don't cry out. I guess everything's always been mutual. Once a tied DA with some rope I found, just enough to tie her from the shoulders down to her ankles, that is with a loop above her breasts (yes, she was starting to develop then but

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 11 22:04:41 CDT 1998

Curt, Gillian, Jonah, Doug, etc. (and especially Canuck),
It's individuals like you that make this page what it is. I think it is wonderful that the topic on this page can remain focused so well, and not be polluted by the more extreme elements in our shared interest. I can't aim enough praise in your direction. Thank you!

An extra special thank you to Canuck for his wisdom and direction.

P.S. Canuck, you may wish to check your College page sometime. You may have questions about some of the posts. I stumbled upon it the other day.

JCL

Thu Jun 11 23:12:48 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 2 The Continuing Stories of Capt. Usagi
(I think I should follow Jon's instructions...now I have to remember what I just finished writing)
...that is I started above her breasts (yes, she was starting to develop but I was too little to notice. However, I've always liked girls since 4 or 5. I never found them 'yucky', even today.), and wound around her elbows, waist, thighs, knees, calves and then the ankles. Top off with a nice cleave gag and you have bound female a la mode. I had the plastic version of the 'two tin cans on a string' toy. It was two handsets attached with a blue wire (similar to speaker wire) but no batteries. The sound would travel down the wire from end to end (HEY...what are you Magnus Pye, Bill Nye...get on with the story). We were playing 'office' and using the phones, I called "Miss DA, would you please come into my office" from another room. DA shows up and I 'knock her out'. Then I grab the phones and proceed to tie her up with wire. It was pretty efective (I can't remember how long it was) and her was nicely 'cocooned'. We lived in this neighbourhood for a couple years before moving on. I played a lot with DA. Years later, we drove through the old neighbourhood and saw DA. She grew up quite nicely. Just thinking now...it would've been nice to stay and see if this relationship would have developed into adolesence. I did get a chance in high school with someone else but that's another story at another site (check Royler's site down the road for stories of my high school girlfriend and maybe even stories of my exploits in Germany in the carbarets...)

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 11 23:37:30 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Continued...Part 3
Next episode...playing Houdini with my cousins.
Ciao, sayonara, auf weidersein (?), and for our British friends..."It's Good night from me...and it's Good night from him...Good Night!"

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 11 23:42:29 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

OK...last post for the night.
dudalb: It's not a name of any character I know. However, I was talking to someone in a bar once and he said that he read a Japanese comic somewhere and had a character called 'usagi'. If you look at my e-mail address "mizu_usagi"...it means "water rabbit". One of my hobbies is things Japanese. It's the year I was born according to any Chinese astrology book. I just made up "Capt. Usagi". It sounds obscure enough and it sort of fits in with the whole bondage motif. Superheroes, Japanese style bondage, silly stories (check out Royler's discussion page and you'll see), etc. Anyway, this and 25 cent/pence/schillings will win you a piece of pie in Trival Pursuit. Enough of the frivoloties (?), more stories, damn you, and less chit-chat.
I'm outta here. "Up, up...and up some more. Away!!! (Damn jet pack doesn't work...Oh, there's the problems. It was just a loose......AAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhh.....)
WHATEVER!

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 00:01:45 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

P.S. What kind of a handle is "dudalb" anyway???

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 02:05:23 PDT 1998

Thanks, Canuck, for your rapid response to the recent discussion. And I wholeheartedly agree with Curt in that you're doing a splendid job running this site. Good show!

Doug
***
knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 11 23:45:17 PDT 1998

Captain Usagi: Dudalb means nothing. It just one i created to help preserve my privacy. I could have sworn there was a character named Usagi in one of the late, great, Toshiro Mifune's samurai films.(I watch the Seven Samauri at least twice a year). But I meant no offense.

dudalb

Revenge - Part I

Hello! My name is Sue. A friend recommended our site to me - I've really enjoyed reading the posts here. I've finally plucked up the courage to post one of my own. It could be posted to either Boys tying Girls or Girls tying Boys, since both are involved.

When I was about 10, we lived in a small village in the country, near the centre of England. I have one brother, Alan, about 20 months older than me. As children, we used to play with the others in our street, Jenny, my best friend then, and her sister Shelley. Jenny was my age, Shelly a couple of years younger. Alan's best friend was John, about a year older than me. Robert, a boy about Shelley's age hung around with us most of the time.

We played all the usual children's games, including tie-ups, like cowboys and indians, secret service and spies etc. Mostly, we girls were the captives, though occasionally, roles were reversed. We often played in an abandoned hut in the woods near us, so we could be undisturbed. It's frightening to think how the world has changed - what parents today would allow children to play out of sight, let alone unaccompanied in the woods? I think we were very lucky then.

Anyway, this story is one of revenge - always a good feeling! One day we were playing spies in the woods and as usual, we girls ended up tied to trees, hands tied behind the tree, waist and ankle ropes wrapped around securing us to the tree. We were gagged also, of course, though not very effectively, just a handkerchief over our mouths. Robert wasn't with us this particular day, and so just my brother Alan and John had captured and tied the three girls.

Sue
suzie_james@hotmail.com

Revenge - Part II

At one stage, Alan decided to run home and bring us all a drink, leaving John "on guard". For some reason, John decided that it would be much more fun if we were more embarrassed. Even at this tender age, I'd always thought that he tried to look up our skirts at every opportunity - his sister was much older than us, in her late teens. Anyway, this morning he tucked the front of our skirts up into the waist ropes, revealing our knickers for all to see, though nobody came by luckily. Shelley was in shorts but she didn't escape - John unbuttoned them and pulled them down her legs to the ankle rope. If we could have got free, we would have really set about him!

When Alan returned with the bottle of lemonade, he asked what was going on but did nothing to rescue us. About half an hour later, they untied us and Jenny, Shelley and I went home. But we were resolved to get our revenge.

The opportunity presented itself a couple of weeks later. Alan and John had arranged to go for a bike ride and go fishing in a local canal, so they were expected to be away all day. They had arranged to meet at our hut at 10 am. Robert wasn't allowed near the canal, so Alan and John would be alone. Jenny, Shelley and I went to the hut at 9.30 to lie in wait for the boys. Shelley was lookout and had a string to pull to wave a flag in the hut when the boys were coming. Alan showed up first and when he walked in, blinking to accustom his eyes to the dimmer light in the hut, Jenny and I pounced on him. Before he realised hat was going on, his hands were securely tied behind him, he was gagged and blindfolded and his legs were tied together. We decided to wait for John before we did anything else.

Sue
suzie_james@amdahl.com

Revenge - Part III

We didn't have long to wait, about 10 minutes later the flag waved and a few minutes later, John was also tied gagged and blindfolded. "Who shall we do first?", asked Jenny. We decided that since John had tucked our skirts up, he would be first. We carried Alan outside and told Shelley to guard him. Back in the hut, we got to work on John. Being careful to "double tie" so he was never actually free, we managed to change his clothes. We dressed him in a pair of pretty knickers, white ankle socks and a dress. We made sure his hands were securely tied behind him and popped an old table tennis ball in his mouth, with a string running through it tied behind his head to prevent the ball choking him. We left him blindfolded, took a photograph of him and carried him outside for Shelley to guard while we worked on Alan.

We repeated the process on Alan, dressing him in a tee shirt and skirt since he was too tall for our dresses. We also took a photograph of him. Outside again, we removed their blindfolds so they could "admire" each other. After they finished struggling, realizing escape was impossible, we explained to them that they would stay dressed like that all day until they were expected home at tea time. We also said we would all be going for a walk though the village that afternoon, "to see if we can find your friends"! More struggling, so we had to tie them to trees to calm down, with their skirts tucked into their waistbands, of course. We took a couple more photographs of them tied to the trees. That afternoon, we did take them through the village, where they were seen by some of our girl friends and a few of their friends. All laughed and nobody attempted to rescue them. We sat with our friends for some time, explaining what was going on. Interestingly enough, almost every one of our friends lifted their skirts to see what they were wearing underneath!

Sue
suzie_james@hotmail.com

Revenge - Part IV

We took them back to the hut and after an hour or so more tied up in hogties, we dressed them in their own clothes again and left them tied back to back so they could untie each others hands and escape. Nothing was said of the incident. But we didn't play tie-ups the rest of that Summer. And we never did get the film developed - but then, the boys never knew that!

A few years later, it was John who really frightened me and put an end to my innocent childhood tie-up games. But that is another story, which I may post if you like this one.

Luv and best wishes,
Sue.

Sue
suzie_james@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 07:23:53 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Sue,

I was interested in your story, but don't forget that this page is about innocent, non-sexual games... your story almost left that area, and from what you said it sounds like your next story will cross the line.

I'm personally more interested in what kind of ways you girls got captured anyway. Were you ever blindfolded? Tied to anything besides a tree? I'm interested in hearing more!

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net

Fri Jun 12 14:05:06 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi,

I am glad that we start to discuss the ethics of this page and I will try to express my point of view a little more detailed. A good and innocent story and/or bondage experience has to fulfil to following points:

- No participant is harmed physically or emotionally (that includes humiliation).

- All participants express their consent to be included in the event. As soon as anyone yells 'No!' in any way and you can feel that she/he really means it, a stop has to be put to it without further delay. Compare that to Gillian's experience with her mom again.

- If sexual aspects are mentioned at all (it is possible to write an excellent and fascinating story without them!) they are not to be too explicit or take up a lot of room. It is OK to mention the attraction of the scene or to give a short description of a person, if it helps the story. To give an example: Jon (McA)'s last post was within my limits but close to them.

- The story's focus should be on the bondage and not drift off to one's secret desires (to quote from Capt. Usagi: I think that this site is about babysiters and kids playing games of tie-up and not exploring your hormones.) etc..

I hope to have clearly expressed my viewpoint. There will always be little bends and holes in the lines drawn but the mentioned principles should be visible.

By the way: I post my opinion not to critisize but to support Canuck. I am very happy with his work and don't have any problems with his decisions. I just like to make clear that others share his point of view. This should make his work easier and other can see that his policy is approved by his visitors.

I don't think we should change the posting method, as it makes the handling for both sides very simple and stories and comments can be read right away.

Hope to hear other opinions!

All the best from rainy Germany

PS Capt. Usagi: the correct expression would be 'Auf Wiedersehen' but 'Tschuess' is less formal.

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

Fri Jun 12 07:24:30 CDT 1998

It seems like this is becoming a daily event. My humble opinion is that Sue's story crossed the line or came darn close. I have developed a kind of "smell test" for this type of story. Imagine you have a son or daughter. Now put them in the place of one of the characters in the story. If you would feel uncomfortable hearing the story as it relates in a sexual manner to your child, then I don't think it is appropriate.
I know kids do crazy things, and some true events may actually be excluded from this site because of the rules in place. However, we can never forget that we are adults telling stories about children, albeit including ourselves when we were younger. If I had a daughter that was involved in the events in Sue's story, I would not be comfortable seeing it posted. As many have so eloquently pointed out, almost all of these stories have some sexual underpinning, but we must ensure that it remains in the background, not in the forefront.
One last ranting from me and I promise I'll stay quiet for a while. It does appear that we are seeing an influx of posters from Bob's page. Bob's page has always been more sexually oriented than this one (we can thank our gracious host for his leadership concerning that). If you have ever read Bob's page in the past, the posters really ran the gamut from innocent stories to fairly raunchy ones. The only way to maintain this page's innocence is to be vigilant and continue discouraging unwelcome posters.
Thanks for letting me put in my two cents worth.

JCL

OK, you are right, if just one person thinks my story is wrong side of the tracks, that's one too many.

I humbly apologise to anyone and everyone who finds it offensive.

Canuck, please remove my post at your earliest convenience.

Sorry,
Sue.

Sue

Sat Jun 13 00:15:42 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi folks!

I've calmed down a bit since my last posting :o)

Doug, CURT, Jonah, dudalb, JCL and, of course, Canuck -

I think you've all expressed your views very well. They rather confirm my guess that there is a range of views, but a very high degree of consensus.

Canuck makes an interesting suggestion: "I would be willing (and glad) to share the responsibility of screening the site for inappropriate postings with some of the regular participants of this forum."

That would presumably mean disclosing his login name and password (or whatever you use for Tripod) to a select few, who could then axe anything they thought inappropriate as soon as they saw it. Would I be happy with that? Yes, I would, for two reasons. 1 - I think moderation (or censonship) has to be quick to be effective. 2 - I think the consensus is close enough that I would trust others to censor to the same standards as Canuck. What does anyone else think?

Secondary question arising out of that - do I see myself as one of the "select few". No, I don't, for two reasons. 1 - I think I cross boundaries more than most regular contributors and apparently get away with it. (Look at some of the subject matter I've covered.) Maybe you're all too polite to yell at women around here? 2 - As a woman, my perspective on sexual issues is different from most of the rest of you. (Not better, not worse - different.) I think that probably makes me unrepresentative of the consensus.

Follow up thought from that one - do I cross the line and offend anyone? If so, please speak up. And on the other hand, if not, why not? (I strongly suspect that I'm benefitting from double standards.)

As CURT said, "Who watches the watchers?" (Actually Juvenal said it about 1900 years ago - "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" - it's an old problem.)

.../

Gillian B

Sat Jun 13 00:19:20 GMT Daylight Time 1998

/...

JCL - I like your "smell test" - a sound application of the "golden rule" (do unto others as you would have them do unto you).

dudalb - Re: South Park - no, it hasn't come our way yet. (Question to self: do I really want to come home from school and then expose myself to more hordes of horrible kids? From choice? Well, maybe once ) I too have a historical bent - not so much now, but when I was younger and fitter - mediaeval archery is my thing. Now if you ever watch Branagh's Henry V, look out for a bowman (never too near the camera) who might just conceivably be a short fat female and who looks as if she's missing her spectacles.

Sue - can I offer some constructive criticism? I can see horrible little girls perpetrating something like that - the boys would be horrified at the ideas of being dressed as *girls* (ack, ptui). But that's not what comes over to a sexually aware readership - all the ambiguities and overtones dominate. You almost have to write through one pair of eyes, then read through another. (I have to say that I don't quite believe some of the details in your story, such as the length of time you allege the boys were tied up for - apparently without injury, but that's not at issue here.)

dudalb, Capt. Usagi - last point. I think you *both* have original and creative pen-names. It puts me to shame - if you ever get an e-mail from me, you'll find it comes from "Dr Gillian C Brown" Now that's a *really* *boring* alias by comparison!

Gillian B

Fri Jun 12 16:51:58 PDT 1998

Gillian:I'm posting this waiting to to be picked up to go to a civil war event (We carpool) but When I get home I'll put on my copy of Branagh's Henry V in slowmotion and check.I've arched in the SCA my self (My wife is also a rennissaince-medeival type).
I;m sure your claim to fame is better than mine. I was the 1994 GETTYBURG Film as one of the reneactors (Union, of course!)I was in two shots but both were mob scenes: THe shot of the Irish Brigade receiving absolution from priest with the"Minstrel BOy" playing in the background, and in the Pickett's charge sequence.I'm about twenty down from the Irish Brigade's flag.
Capt. Usagi: A japanese friend of mine informed theat Usagi is a common name in Japan,that probably where I heard it before.
End of off topic but hopefully in offensive post.

dudalb

Fri Jun 12 17:45:40 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

OK everybody (whistle blows) Time out!!! This is slowly turning into a parent's forum above right and wrong. I think Sue's story is fine, jusy a bit in the grey area. These are kids and kids do silly especially young boys who like to look at girl's 'knickers'. I'd hate to see this site turn into a bunch of policemen saying "Right, what's all this then...". The story of the father finding the tied up babysitter could be misconstrude. As far as I can tell everybody here are adults and we're telling stories about the past. No offense, JCL and Jonah, but kid's aren't and shouldn't be here. We're telling stories about ourselves and not our children (for those of you who have any). Of all the stories I've read and I've checked previous post from other months and they were fine as I could see. Just look...it took one bad story and everyone is flying off the handle. As I stated in ealrier post...Canuck, as busy as he is, should make the FINAL discussion. Granted, everyone is entitled to an opinion, but newcomers, like Sue (and myself) will be put off and you'll lose new and interesting writers and stories (and I've still got a bunch to tell before moving onto the Grownup site with my more devious tales).

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 20:54:11 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Continued...
Canuck: In defense of Miss Sue, I say leave her story and let her try her luck again. What can I say, Sue grew up with 'cheeky little devils"...She's been warned so let her carefully edit her next story and I think she'll do well
(Looks like I missed my opportunities when I was in the Forces...I think I'd made a hellava UN Peacekeeper).
dudalb: Funny thing, I also like Mifune films. I don't remember Mifune's character's name in 'The Seven Samurai"; I'll have to check my copy of the film and I find out(more useless trival). However, in 'Yojimbo', he called himself 'Sanjuro' (or mullberry bush) when asked his name by the leader of one the houses that were fighting in the film. There was a character in the film named after the year he was born (a pudgy man with huge eyebrows).
Jonah: I know but 'einschulengen sie' (Excuse me)...my written German sucks. Wish everybody had sound and video and I could talk to you in my best broken German (I'm actually German/Austrian/Czech born in Kanada). At least you got the jist of my meassage.
All right everybody (CLAP CLAP), let's get back to it. I'm starting to feel I'm trapped in some political Twilight Zone. More stories...less talk.
Looks like my work here is done...UP, UP and UP some more...(Whoosh!!!)

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 21:40:20 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Now, if everyone behaves themselves, I'll tell you a story before tucking you all into bed...
I tell you the story of the Houdini games I played with my cousins (ah we've heard that story "Uncle" Usagi tell us another. No, I'm telling this one and you'll like!)
This story takes place in the same neighbouhood when I lived beside DA (but she's not involved). I had this road building toy that used several feet of plastic tubing to move trucks and things (sort of a hydraulic systems using air). Anyway, we used this tubing for the Hodini game. It was me and three cousins, all girls, and we took turns tying each other up. See...you can still tie up people and it'll be consensual. The time limit was about 15-20 minutes. Three of us would gang up on the 'volunteer', tie them up and leave the room. We'd come back and whether that person was free or not, someone else would be next and so on. These Houdini games were the only times I got tied up. Any other tie-up games we play, I was the villian only one of my cousins was the victim. This particular Houdini game was the only one that night we ever play in this particular house...

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 21:54:46 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hodini continued...
We sometimes played 'Hodini' at my Grandmother's house in the basement. My Grandfather had this cardboard barrel filled with twine and we would use this. In refection, I think my Grandmother's rag bin would have a better choice for bondage-type materials. Same rules applied, I'd tie up my cousin and she would tie up me (not at the same time!). We got caught once because we played too quiet, and children playing too quiet means that they're up to something! I forget who it was that looked in on us, but we got the usual question: "What are you doing?" And of course, our quick response was: "Playing...". "Well, just be careful"..."OK...". I got my cousin good once. There was an old short backed wicker chair which I tied ny cousin, B, to. I tied her wrist to the armrests AND her elbows...This, as minor as the bonds were, effectively 'pinned' her into the chair. I think I also ties some stwine around her waist through the weaving of the chair and of course at the ankles to the legs. She didn't struggle much because I only single strands of twine and it probably pinched so eventually she gave up. I don't remember too many other exciting stories of tie-up with my cousins.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 12 22:17:53 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

More Usagi...
They're not as good as some of the one's I've read from previous posting. I think a fellow called 'rexer' wrote some good stories in May, talking about his fort over his parents' gargage. I do have some more stories of me my friend (whose a girl not girlfriend) I'll call "Dee". But that's another story...
Until then...Tshuess.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Sat Jun 13 20:03:02 GMT Daylight Time 1998

This is WAY OFF TOPIC - sorry.

Dudalb - Just to save you searching an entire two-hour video, here's where to look. Get to King Henry's speech just after Agincourt. His speech ends, "...Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy men." Branagh rises and crosses the screen from right to left. A soldier then starts singing "Non nobis, Domine".

As Branagh crosses the screen, a bowman appears behind him. Said bowman is wearing a wide-brimmed steel helmet over a hooded jerkin. Said bowman is also rather short of stature and has remarkably small hands for a man... The assistant director marshalling the extras just liked the way I was dressed and pulled me forward for that scene.

I also appear in the battle scene along with the other archers. I'm well-nigh invisible about 10 down the line in a black hood.

The reason for female extras here (there were 2 others) was that they were desperately short of people who could actually pull a longbow. There was a scene shot, which didn't make the final cut, where the camera trucked along the line of bowmen and you would have seen them all nock their arrows, come to the alert and pull back. Apparently they tried with fake bows, weak enough for ordinary extras to pull, but they didn't look right, so they scoured Britain for folks who could repeatedly pull 80lb-strain longbows. (In my 20's, I could pull a 120lb bow - don't try arm wrestling with me!)

(As I was searching the video, my daughter caught me doing it - "Get a life Mum! It's too late for an Oscar!")

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:42:10 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Prologue

We seem to have had a spate of babysitter stories lately. I've already told the tales of the two occasions when I was the babysitter and victim. I think there's only one occasion when I was the perpetrator. (Co-perpetrator, at least.)

Usually, if our parents needed a babysitter, my Aunt Gillian (not her real name, but she does have the same name as I do) provided her services. Aunt Gillian was my Mum's older sister and in her late 40's at this time. (Aunt Gillian was the aunt of mine who had a walk-on part in one of Jon(McA)'s stories a few weeks ago.) She was unmarried and her only regular contact with children was Bob and myself. We especially liked her for the way that she never talked down to us and was never dismissive. In return she expected adult behaviour from us. We respected that and I think were generally better behaved for her than we were for our own parents.

Time with Aunt Gillian looking after us was varied - she was as likely to play football (soccer) with us as to play chess or to set us to tidy her garden. The great thing was that we always felt we were being treated as equals. A babysitter nearer our own age might just possibly have been more fun, but as maiden aunts go, Aunt Gillian was hard to beat.

Aunt Gillian lived in a modernised farmworker's cottage a few miles outside the town where my parents lived. Sometimes when she looked after us she would stay overnight at our house, but her house was within easy cycling distance for Bob and me and, if the weather was good, we would often spend the night there in lieu of being babysat at home. It was on one such occasion when I was about 13 that the events of this story took place (possibly summer 1967).

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:43:16 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Great Biscuit Robbery (Part 1)

Bob and I had been playing outside and, about mid afternoon, came into Aunt Gillian's kitchen ravenously hungry and in search of sustenance. I filled the kettle and put it on the kitchen stove. "Yes, please," said Aunt Gillian. Bob made for the cupboard where the biscuits were stored. "No you don't," said Aunt Gillian, "you've only just had lunch." I was as disappointed as Bob. Bob and I had a whispered conference to see if we could think of a way to win Aunt Gillian over. We knew that a straightforward appeal or argument would fail, but that a more imaginative approach might be rewarded.

While the kettle heated, we disappeared into the hallway for a few minutes. When we came back, we were each wearing one of Aunt Gillian's headscarves over our mouths and noses as cowboy-style bandannas. We were armed with pointed fingers as make-believe guns. In best B-movie style, Bob announced, "This is a stick-up - nobody moves and nobody gets hurt!" Aunt Gillian obediently raised her hands while Bob pointed a finger at her. "Go for the safe, Daisy!" said Bob, gesturing me towards the cupboard. (I don't know why, but I was usually "Daisy" in gangster games.) I knelt down in front of the cupboard and pressed my ear against the door, while manipulating an invisible combination lock.

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:44:14 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Great Biscuit Robbery (Part 2)

While I was opening the "safe", Bob's attention drifted to watching me instead of Aunt Gillian. She immediately grabbed the kitchen phone extension and (without dialling) yelled, "Get me Scotland Yard! There's a robbery going on here!" Bob turned towards Aunt Gillian and she put the phone down and fled for the kitchen door. Bob and I managed to corner her, keeping her covered with our pointed fingers. Aunt Gillian had escalated the game, so I decided to take a chance. "We'd better get some ropes on her and stop her getting away," I said. I had my eyes on Aunt Gillian as I said it and she stayed in character, so I guessed that it was going to be OK by her. "I'll get some skipping rope," I said and headed for the back door.

I went out to the big storage shed behind Aunt Gillian's house. "Skipping rope" was our term for some rope we knew was there. It was smooth cotton rope with a woven outside like sash cord, but about 10-12mm in diameter. It was soft and very flexible. I don't know if I ever knew what Aunt Gillian had bought it for, but she had several large drums of the stuff, probably over 1000 feet of it. We used it for climbing ropes, overhead runways - all sorts of things. And, of course, it was very good for tying up.

I came back with an assortment of lengths of rope. I waved them at Aunt Gillian and she cowered theatrically. I ordered her to turn her back to me and cross her wrists, which she obediently did. I'm always worried about the damage that rope can do to bare skin, so I hesitated. "Do you want gloves on?" I asked Aunt Gillian. "No need," she replied and pulled the sleeves of her jumper down over her wrists. I tied Aunt Gillian's wrists firmly but gently, just with about four or five turns of rope and a knot - no cinching or anything complicated. I wrapped a length of rope round her arms and chest about five or six times and knotted it behind her back.

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:44:51 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Great Biscuit Robbery (Part 3)

Bob had by then opened the "safe" and had got the biscuit tin. The kettle had boiled and been turned off. I took a break from tying Aunt Gillian to make a pot of tea. I put the tea things and biscuit tin on a tray. "Snack time!" I announced. "What about me?" asked Aunt Gillian. "We'd better take her with us," said Bob. "We'd better keep her quiet," I added. I pulled out my hankie (still clean), balled it up and pushed it into Aunt Gillian's mouth. This was her chance to say "no", but she didn't and even opened her mouth for me to gag her. My makeshift bandanna was no longer over my face, but still round my neck. I took it off and tied it over Aunt Gillian's mouth. I turned back to the tea tray, picked it up and carried it into the sitting room, while Bob escorted our Aunt behind me.

Bob steered Aunt Gillian to an arm chair and she sat down. I fetched some rope from the pile I had left in the kitchen and tied her ankles and her knees. I poured the tea for Bob and myself and we sat back to enjoy it with our stolen biscuits.

After about 5 minutes, my attention was drawn by my Aunt sitting more upright in her chair. As I watched, the rope round her arms and chest went slack and then she brought her hands - no longer tied - round in front of her and pushed the rope up, off her shoulders and dumped it on a heap on the floor. As we watched, open mouthed, she ungagged herself, then bent down and untied her legs. Aunt Gillian then sat back in her chair, with a satisfied smile. "Milk and no sugar in my tea, please," she requested.

Aunt Gillian was instantly exalted in our eyes. Not only was she prepared to join in our games and enter the spirit of them, but she could cap the game with an act like that. Our Aunt, the escapologist! In retrospect, it probably wasn't a technically difficult escape, but she saw her chance, she carried it out very neatly and with superb aplomb! (And she let us have the biscuits.)

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:45:31 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Great Biscuit Robbery (Part 4)

The remainder of the day passed uneventfully until after tea time (tea the meal, not the drink - I know it's confusing). I remember stacking dirty dishes in the kitchen, trying to jam them all into the space next to the sink, but not making the least attempt to wash them. Aunt Gillian poked a finger into the middle of my back, obviously a pretend gun. Very quietly, but with theatrical menace, she whispered in my ear, "This isn't a robbery - it's a kidnap." (I could have chosen not to play at this point, and it would have been OK by Aunt Gillian.) She held her finger to her lips then led me to an upright kitchen chair and sat me down in it. She had already gathered together the ropes we had used on her earlier. She dumped a pair of woollen gloves in my lap. While I put the gloves on, she put a clean hankie in my mouth and then cleave gagged me with a cotton teatowel. (I hate cleave gags, but I didn't protest on this occasion.) Aunt Gillian then tied my wrists behind my back - rather tighter than I had tied hers. She tied each of my ankles to a chair leg, making sure my socks would protect them. She then produced a huge coil of rope and tied one end to the top of the chair. The rope was wound round me and the chair, starting at shoulder level and working its way down to my waist, then over my lap and under the chair seat until it finally ran out when it was almost down to my knees - probably 15 to 20 turns of rope all told. Aunt Gillian knotted off the free end to one of the chair legs. She then stood up, grinned at me and called out Bob's name.

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:46:08 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Great Biscuit Robbery (Part 5)

Bob arrived in the kitchen a minute or so later and couldn't take his eyes off me, all trussed up in the middle of the room. "If you ever want to see your sister again," announced Aunt Gillian - pause for dramatic effect - "you wash that pile of dishes." She then turned to me and said, "You get untied when he finishes." Bob stood scratching his head looking from me to the dishes and back as if weighing up the choice. I mmphed at him angrily and he set to work. Bob took a break part way through to make a pot of tea. When he finished the washing up, he called our Aunt to the kitchen.

"Well done!" she said, "We'd better untie Jill now." "No, you can't, I haven't finished," said Bob, pointing to the one remaining dirty cup beside the sink, "but I've made you some tea." Bob carefully and slowly loaded up a tray with teapot, cups and things and carried it into the sitting room while I sat and fumed. After a few minutes, Bob and Aunt Gillian came back and untied me. I registered annoyance by sticking my tongue out at Bob as soon as the gag was off.

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 23:46:57 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Postscript

In retrospect, it seems obvious to me now that Aunt Gillian knew a thing or two more about tying up than one would expect. It didn't strike me as odd at the time. The reason only became clear a few months ago.

In January, I showed my Mum some of Jon(McA)'s early stories posted here and to Bob's site. (Some were about me and some about her! This was before I had posted anything myself.) She told me then that she and her two sisters had engaged in tie-up games as kids in the early 1930's. It was their mother (my Gran) who instituted the rule about wearing gloves to protect wrists, which my Mum then passed on to me. (And that explains Aunt Gillian automatically supplying me gloves to wear when she tied me up.)

There's a further twist to the tale. A while back Jon(McA) posted his story of the night I broke my arm and was rushed off to hospital by my Aunt while he was left tied up. That was Aunt Gillian again. Both Jon and I were mortified that she found out (had to find out) about our tying up games. (Today's story dates from a year or two after that incident.) We would have been more forthcoming with Aunt Gillian, had we known about her own history of that sort of game.

Aunt Gillian is now (I think) 78 or 79, but still fit and well. I live quite a long way from her, so I don't see her as often as I would like, but I keep in touch. My Mum told Aunt Gillian about Jon(McA)'s and my stories and she was greatly amused. She saw an early draft of this posting and approved it.

I am hoping to persuade my Mum to relate some of her childhood stories - which I will ghost-write for her if necessary.

Gillian B

Sun Jun 14 19:31:48 EDT 1998

Gillian B that was one of the most amusing stories I have read in a long time. I howled with the whole idea of you and Bob doing the robbery, it was so well done and very much a good game. Your Aunt did a great job too. Its good to hear she is doing well. Thank you for posting, it reminded me of some of the childhood games I played with Haven's mother ( non-bondage unfortunantely ), but the in the same spirit. BTW, in the story I did post, the names, Haven, Sondra and mine of Lars were fictious and had been derived from characters Haven and I had invented when we were writing a book in Jr high school. The Sondra character was modeled secretly after his younger sister to who I did like ( especially after I got to tie her up ), but never admitted to her or him. Thanks again Gillian B and all of the rest of you for your postings. Lars

Lars

Mon Jun 15 03:20:09 PDT 1998

Loved your story, Gillian!

Doug
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knot_buster@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 15 09:38:24 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hello friends,

today I posted a long story in GERMAN language to Jonah's site. All of you, who are capable of speaking German, have fun.

Greetings and keep up the good work

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 15 16:38:18 UTC+0800 1998

Hello again all,

Having just read "The Great Debate" (although "debate" probably isn't the best word since everyone seems to be arguing on the "against" side) I just wanted to second Captain Usagi's call for getting back to what this site's about: tie-up stories.

I, myself, would lead this call-to-arms, but I'm worried that the stories I have left from my childhood and teenage years are not exciting enough to bother sharing with everyone. I know, I know: "Post them Ash and we'll let you know". The thing is, I feel kind of stupid wasting everybody's (including my) time with a story no-one is going to appreciate.

*sigh*

Life is rather confusing at the moment.

Ash

Tue Jun 16 13:25:41 1998

Looking back I remember the first time I got tied up. Me and my friend was having a sleep-over in a tent in his parents back yard. This were back in the eightis and we were both about ten or eleven. It was summer holliday for us, but for his parents it was workday the following day so they had retired quite early. Naturely we had the time of our life in the tent, fighting with pillows and stuff, probably making alot of noice. I think my friends parents even came out on the back porch and told us to shut up at one point. When we finally did calm ourselves down, we descided to play a more quiet game (we had no intention on going to sleep yet). As it turned out my friend, Robert, wanted to play some kind of a kidnap game were I was to be the victim. It sounded ok to me so I agreed. I think we made some kind of story up about me being a kid who was held for ransom or something like that. Then Robert took the belts from our cut off jeans and said he was going to tie me up. I was put on my stomache and soon my hands was tied behind me with one of the belts. With the other Robert tied my legs. Then he told me he needed more rope, so he would go and get some. Meanwhile he was going to make sure I was quiet and still, so he put me in my sleepingbag and closed it, but before he put it over my head, he gagged me with a bandanna between my teeth (he always wore a bandanna to keep his hair from his eyes). Then he zipped the sleeping bag with me completely in it, and tied the strings in the top tight, so that only a small hole just over my head remained. I lived my role and started to squirm about as he leaved the tent. I remember hating the gag, cause it was so tight, but being tied up was exciting, because the game became more realistic. I couldn't escape at all, and I remember thinking how awful it would have been if it was all for real. Really scary.

Anders
nicechap@hotmail.com

Tue Jun 16 13:26:45 1998

I heard Robert returning to the tent after a while. By then it was quite hot in the sleepingbag, so I didn't have the strength to resist when he opened the bag and released the belts, only to retie me with the lengths of rope he had salvaged from the garage. My elbows were tied together and my wrists behind me, pinned to my back with rope wrapping around them and around my stomache. My feet were tied next, as well as my legs above and below my knees. I think Robert must have spent at least twenty minutes just tying me up. Before he put me down in my sleepingbag again, he removed my gag and stuffed a juggling ball in my mouth (he was quite a juggler, Robert), before he taped it with duct tape. I tried to protest that, but of course it was impossible. Then I was blindfolded by the bandanna and stuffed once more into the sleepingbag. We played the game for a while, but then Robert got bored and started to tickle me and stuff. But it was only a quick tease and he released me soon enough. A couple of days later I was to be tied up again, but that's another story.

Anders
nicechap@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 15 19:38:56 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Lets get back to the stories.

Gillian B - as always a great pleasure to read your story. You must have an extraordinary family, as your brother, mum, aunt (anyone else?) was involved in bondage. Do you know if your kids have played similiar games?

Ash - I don't like to repeat yourself, but as you said yoiurself 'Post them Ash and we'll let you know'. I am sure that we will appreciate your posting. I always consider my experiences not half as exciting as most others, but that is all I have and I am willing to share them to encourage others to do the same.

Anders - I like your name and your story. The name sounds swedish, norwegian etc. to me. I remember a character from Astrid Lindgren with that name. I think he was a friend of Kalle Blomquist. Please post some more stories.

Jonah
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Mon Jun 15 15:03:17 CDT 1998

I have been away from this page a while, so I have had to catch up on my reading. There have been some great stories. I especially enjoyed JCL's story about his baby-sitting adventure. I would also like to mention Gillian's story because we have come to expect very good stuff from her and she has not let us down. Special thanks to you two, but then also thanks to everyone who writes. There was a story started by "nephew" that I think was never finished. It had great potential, so if you are out there, please finish it. Everyone please keep up the good work.

mike
mimede@usit.net

Mon Jun 15 15:23:17 EST 1998

Hello

Everything is clear now. My story was wrong and I apologize to everyone.

george

Tue Jun 16 13:15:08 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hi! I have read many of these stories and I was amazed by not only the wonderful experiences, but also by the incredible way you all have with words! Thank you very much! I was wondering if I could post a story where I get tied? I know there is a place for women tied but I enjoy this place much more! So, I realized that I owed something to the wonderful contributors. I am much to small to tie anyone else, not that I'd really want to! Well, I hope to receive your answer soon! Bye all!

Leah
gagchick@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 18 07:32:18 1998

First of all, I think your site is cool! I never thought many people were into this stuff! Anyway, here's a childhood experience I think you'll like. When I was 10 or 11, I had this friend, Sheila, whom I was very close to. We often played games at my or her house. On one occasion, we decided to play jump rope with one stipulation: that the loser gets to be tied up afterward. As it turned out, I beat her handily and she got ready for her "punishment." She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt (then being summer). I decided to tie her to a tree in our backyard. I made her stand against the tree and tied her hands behind it with the jump rope. Not being satisfied yet, I went to the toolshed for more rope and tied her ankles together and then to the tree. I asked her if she felt OK and she said I could continue. I then looped a long piece of rope starting at her ankles around her legs and her body. I had always admired her smooth tanned legs so you can't imagine the thrill everytime my hands brushed against them. I kept her tied up like that and we talked for about 15 minutes until she said she had to go to the john. I reluctantly released her and she said, "Next time, I want to know how it feels to be kidnapped!" More on the subsequent "kidnapping" later . . . More power to you!

Brian

Thu Jun 18 07:46:58 1998

About the "kidnapping" caper I mentioned. Once Sheila and I were playing cops and robbers until I reminded her if she wanted to experience being kidnapped. She remembered and reluctantly agreed. So I got a water pistol and lots of rope and set about "ambushing" her behind the toolshed. As she walked by, I brandished the gun and told her in my scariest voice not to move or shout. She automatically raised her hands and asked me what I was going to do to her. I said, "I'm going to hold you for ransom!" Soon, we had retreated into the shed ("Hideout") and I made her sit down into the chair I had prepared. She was wearing a short skirt and thin white blouse so I was thrilled at the prospect of tying up those legs again! I bound her wrists behind the chair back and her ankles to each leg of the chair. She then asked me, "I think I can still get loose of this!" So I proceeded to tie her body more securely to the chair winding rope around her arms and waist. She complained that her legs were falling asleep so I offered to untie her. She said, "No! Just tie my legs together but massage them before you do." The prospect of holding and massaging her legs left me almost delirious! I carefully massaged her feet, calves and thighs and it felt delicious! I retied her ankles, together this time. I kept her tied up most of the afternoon and we I also played the role of "torturer." I used various odds and ends in the shack as my tools to make believe I was torturing her. She even let me gag her briefly but the summer heat made it hard for her to breathe. I eventually released her and she was so thrilled that she could be "kidnapped".

Brian

Wed Jun 17 07:22:37 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

Thank you for kind words and other bouquets! I'm flattered.

Jonah - My family sounds terrible when you put it like that. I'd better leap to their defence. I've actually revealed most of the skeletons in the cupboard already. But to save you rootling through the archives, here's the edited highlights (all names are fakes):

My grandmother Alexandra (1901-1974) didn't participate in any games, but knew of and did not forbid her daughters from playing tie-up games.

My mother Anna (1923-) and her sisters Gillian (1919-) and Beatrice (1924-) certainly did play tie-ups. (Story coming on that!) My Mum's role in some of my childhood games has been reported. Aunt Gillian participated only once as told in the last story. As noted in one of Jon(McA)'s stories, she did discover what we were up to on one previous occasion. (I think she knew about it from my Mum anyway.) Aunt Beatrice emigrated when I was quite little, so I don't know her very well.

I (1954-) and my brother Bob (1955-) were enthusiastic tier-uppers as kids as is well known around here!

I once had an episode of tie-up and counter-tie-up with my cousins Peter (1962-) and Paul (1960-) when I was supposed to be looking after them. (I've told this story.) They are my father's sister's sons.

My own kids (who shall remain nameless) are 16 (girl) and 14 (boy). They did go through a phase of tying each other up a few years ago. I did once also have to untie a babysitter.

Maybe tying up your nearest and dearest is a heritable trait! Is there a geneticist in the house?
.../

Gillian B

Wed Jun 17 07:23:50 GMT Daylight Time 1998

/...
Ash - I understand your hesitation. There are lots of incidents that I could write about, but which just aren't worth the keyboard time. On the other hand, I may need to when I've run out of the good stuff! Post what YOU enjoy posting and don't feel pressured, but I'm quite sure whatever you do post will be appreciated - I've never seen a complaint about quality yet.

George - That was very courteous of you to post a retraction. I hope you don't feel that anyone is trying prevent you publishing your stories - it's just that we like to keep things a little tamer here. There are lots of racier sites out there where they would probably be enjoyed!

Leah - Welcome! Read the archives and get a feel for the house rules and please feel free to post a story. Pretty much anything innocent will entertain - we seem to have quite a broad range of tastes!

Nephew - Your story was looking promising. Do let us know what happened (as long as it's within Canuck's guidelines).

Gillian B

Wed Jun 17 16:46:11 UTC+0800 1998

Okay, after Gillian's and Jonah's input (ta muchly), I've decided to post an exceptionally early experience for me. This probably even dates back further than the first time I tied up either of my cousins (oh yeah, someone asked "what is it about cousins?" My response is: they're handy in terms of availability; they're fellow junior family members, ie. tying each other up is like having a secret from the adults; and when they're younger than you, they'll do almost anything you say).

When I was about 9 or 10, a kid I knew I was gearing up for his birthday. I'll call him Stu. Now Stu and I were hardly fantastic friends, but that didn't stop me from "buddying up" to him when I found out it was his birthday. That is, all of a sudden I was his best friend so I could get an invite to his party. (Bear in mind, I was 10). Sure enough, an invite came my way, and Stu and I started hanging out at school together. One day, about a week before his birthday, Stu and I started talking about party games. Some how we got onto the topic of tying someone to the light pole in front of his place (Okay, so it was probably me who brought it up). Stu immediately suggested Hayley - a petite blonde in our class who also had secured an invite.

Ash

Wed Jun 17 17:05:47 UTC+0800 1998

I didn't care who we tied up (as long as she was female), so I quickly agreed. my input was that we would have to gag her if she didn't want to be tied to the pole because she might yell for help. Stu, in turn, was all for that.

So the big day came. A little more planning had culminated in the decision to tie Hayley up if one of us caught her while we played "chasey". So as soon as his mother announced it was time for "chasey", Stu (showing all the restraint of a typical 10 year old) volunteered to be "it". All the kids charged off around the front and back yards, screaming and yelling, hoping Stu wouldn't catch them. Except me. I just sat there, smiled at Stu as he finished counting to twenty, and watched as he charged straight at Hayley.

When he caught her I sauntered over casually to hear Stu informing Hayley that she had to be tied up for a while for being caught first. Hayley, much to my surprise, didn't seem at all offended by this idea. So we quickly ushered her out front to the light pole and began to tie her up. Stu tied her hands with one of the skipping ropes we had gathered, while I tied her feet together. Then we made her lean against the pole and used two whole skipping ropes to tether her to it. By now, a reasonably large crowd of other kids had gathered and were watching us while we bound Hayey. A couple asked why we doing that to her. We informed them that she had been caught first, so this was her punishment. Amusingly, everyone thought that was fair.

Ash

Wed Jun 17 17:41:49 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi everyone!

Nephew - please post the rest of your story. It sounded promising.

Jonah
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Wed Jun 17 11:58:48 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

JCL,

I was reading your stories on the "best of Bob's page" page. You mentioned, I think, that there were 3 times you got to tie up the girl Chris, but you only posted two. Could you post the third one so we could see it? Thanx.

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net

Wed Jun 17 17:01:47 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

WOW!!
I used to visit this site once a week at best, and there would be a few more posts every time. Now there are dozens of posts after only a couple of days. You should be proud, Canuck, that you have hit upon such a beloved subject. I hope your server gives you some discount for popular sites, because yours must be in the upper echelon as web sites go.

I'm glad to see so many contributors (and I wish I was one), because that's what keeps these sites going. I hope that no one will NOT post because they think their story is too much for us to handle. Any story can be told for all audiences if you just take the time to think it all out before you actually put finger to key board. Far be it from me to suppress anyone's desire to tell a story. Hopefully my workload will lighten up enough soon so that I can relate an experience or two and leave the Legion of the Leeches and become a scribe proper.
Gillian B; Thanks for another great episode in your life tales. I hope your personal well never runs dry. Also, thanks for telling me whom I was quoting. I've heard that phrase forever, but never taken the time to see who said it. Just lazy I guess.
Finally, to all: Do not be disheartened if your story meets with criticism. My first published work was rejected eight times before it saw print in a local forum. But I kept trying with countless rewrites and overhauls, and finally got satisfaction. Sue, nephew, and all the rest...give it another shot, within the guidelines.
PS. Gillian B...Just a little out of the realm, but I would be interested if you've ever read anything by Alan Moore. If not, consider it home work. Ask your class who he is.
Thanks,

CURT

Thu Jun 18 11:24:31 UTC+0800 1998

Uhhhh, just to let every know: I didn't finish my story. It seems the last part didn't make it (althought I did press post). I'll finish it when I have some more time.

Ash

Thu Jun 18 07:58:53 CDT 1998

Jazz411,
Thanks for the request. Unfortunately life has been a little too demanding to allow me the time to write up the other "adventure". When I find the time, I'll try to post it.

P.S. I like your moniker. Stylish!

JCL

Thu Jun 18 16:39:48 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi JCL or anyone else,

Would someone be so kind to put me back to the picture. What is a 'moniker'???

Thanks

Jonah
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Thu Jun 18 11:02:02 CDT 1998

I just discovered this site! There are some very interesting stories here. I have enjoyed reading them. I have a few stories that I could share if any of you would be interested. These stories concern my boss who often times ties me up at the office when I make a mistake or crash the computer. If you are interested please let me know.

silky

Thu Jun 18 19:05:23 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo again!

If anyone is interested to brush up his German or is German/Swiss/Austrian... I just posted a new story on my German page. It may sound familiar as it is a translation of Gillian's last story. Please note that it is not a word-for-word translation but rather the try to recapture the atmosphere and quality of her writing.

silky - Please read the 'Policy' and 'Posting info' before you post a story. As long as the story is within the guidelines we are more then happy to read it.

PS Thanks again for your kind offer, Gillian. As I see I accepted it faster then I thought.

Jonah
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Thu Jun 18 15:06:32 CDT 1998

Gillian,
Once again you have a great story. It msut have been so neat growing up with you. Your family tree was neat. Please keep the stories coming.

Silky,
If your story doesn't meet the criteria for this page, Royler has a page that it would most probably fit.

Canuck,
Thanks for the great page and all your hard work.

mike
mimede@usit.net

Thu Jun 18 17:42:35 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

JCL,

Thanx for the compliment. I'll be patient and wait for when you can post your story, things do get pretty hectic in the summer, I mean.

Jonah,

A "moniker" is simply a nickname. If you ever see an English word you don't know, you can go to www.dictionary.com and find out its meaning! (I had to go there myself to be certain I was telling you the right thing)

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net

Thu Jun 18 16:25:18 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hello All,
I've finally gotten a few moments to spare, so, lo and behold, I've decided to post a story. I hope you all like it, but keep your red pens ready.

I can remember growing up in the sixties being an ardent fan of Batman, The Avengers, The Green Hornet and so on, and can only imagine that these television shows were the catalyst for my divergence from what would be considered main stream America. The few kids I grew up with in my neighborhood were as thoroughly hooked as I, and I remember many a summer day when we would don our beach towels and 25 cent masks and run around like maniacs beating up invisible villains. It was one such day when I was tied for the first, though definitely not the last time.

I was maybe ten, in the fourth grade I think, and I was Batman because I was the biggest. It seems now that I was always Batman, or the main protagonist depending on the game, because I was always the tallest kid in my class. I was also what was called in those days "husky", though now I know, I was fat (For those of you who are interested, I am now 6'7" at about 200 pounds, so I grew out of the 'husky' part.). My neighbor from across the street always played Cat Woman (the Ertha Kitt version), because she liked her purr so much. Her name was Terry, and she was, I think, two years my senior. There was also Todd, my neighbor from down the street and my age within a month, who insisted on being the Riddler because Frank Gorshin was the coolest person on the Batman T.V. show.

CURT

Thu Jun 18 18:43:45 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

PART 2

The game itself was sort of a cross between hide-and-seek and tag. The villains would plan some grandiose scheme, then skulk about, armed with squirt or dart guns as the hero (me) tried to find and stop them. As Batman, I had my utility belt, which included my own Bat-Gun, Bat-Cuffs (a cheap pair of toy handcuffs) and Bat-Rope with Bat-a-rang (about ten feet of clothesline with a real plastic bat attached).
On that particular day I was doing my job, creeping about, trying to find the villain's secret lair, when I felt a gun pressed into my back. "I've got you now, Batman!" came the sniggering voice from behind, and I knew, in fair play, that Terry had captured me. I could have easily overpowered her, but that was hardly in the spirit of the game, so I raised my hands and surrendered her helpless prisoner. She ordered me to take off my utility belt, and then proceeded to march me across the backyard (we were playing at my house that day), to her 'Cat Lair' which was the big tree in the back corner of the yard.
When we reached the tree she yelled for Todd to join her but he was no where to be seen (he was in the bathroom we found out later), so Terry took the initiative and changed my life forever

CURT

Thu Jun 18 18:46:22 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

PART 3

She had me back against the tree, then, still pointing her dart gun at me handcuffed my hands behind my back, around the tree, with my own Bat-Cuffs. Foolish me, I thought that was the end of it, but then I felt a coil of rope tighten about my wrists as well and quickly realized that she was tying me with the Bat-Rope. She deftly looped the ten feet of rope about my wrists, my waist, and the tree, and before I knew it I was securely bound. She did a great job on the knots, tying them just out of reach, and as I struggled, I realized that I was not going to be able to free myself. Still in the spirit of the game I melodramatically cried out something like "You'll never get away with this, Cat Woman!" to which Terry chuckled and said "I already have, caped crusader." She leaned in close then, and purred in my ear (Terry could really roll her 'R's), "But we can't have you calling the 'Boy Wonder' for help. So…"
Where she got the handkerchiefs from, I don't know, but before I knew it I was gagged and blindfolded just enough for effect. I could still basically talk, and I could see well enough by tilting my head, but in the sport of the game I was helpless. Terry, in the best villainess tradition, circled the tree, giggling and purring, occasionally poking and scratching me as Cat Woman might. She was gloating over her success when Todd, the Riddler, finally came back.

CURT

Thu Jun 18 18:48:24 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

PART 4

"What the #$^% did you do Terry?", he said. Todd liked to curse, I recall.
"I've captured Batman." Terry replied with a snicker. "Now we can steal the 'Cat Diamond' from the kitchen without the Dynamic Duo's timely intervention."
Todd laughed, his best Riddler laugh, then they both ran off to commit whatever crime they had planned, leaving me helplessly tied to the tree. I struggled of course, and had it just been the hand-cuffs I would have easily gotten free, but as I said, Terry knew her knots, apparently, and I spent the next hour writhing in my bonds.
The villains decided at that point to fix lunch, and went into my house where my sister Carol made them peanut butter sandwiches. She was the closest thing to an adult at home at the time (she was fifteen), and if she knew of my predicament (I found out later that she did), she did nothing about it. I assume that my sister Carol kept an eye on me while my friends ate, then told them to untie me, because an hour or so later that's just what they did. There was no discussion or ill feelings after the incident. As kids are wont to do, we went on and played another game without skipping a beat, though there was no more bondage that day. There would be plenty more later, though, almost always with me as the victim if I had anything to say about it.

CURT

Thu Jun 18 18:50:00 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

So there it is, as promised. My first post. I hope you all enjoyed it. I hope it made the posting cut. It seemed a bit excessive and more background than actual 'tie-up', but bear with me. Next time I won't have to describe background to you regular readers, and can focus more on the meat and potatoes of the story. Let me know what you think.
Thanks,

CURT

Thu Jun 18 19:44:35 PDT 1998

Gillian; I don't know if tying up your nearest and dearest is genetically based, but I know it's common enough. The urge to tie up your parents I think is universal. Complete role reversal. The tale of the time my mom and I were Kidnapped by my Siblings (with help from some older kids from across the street) is coming.
Let's have the gruesome details of when your little darlings tied up the baby sitter!
Anybody else out there who has experience of tying
find themselves doing an analysis and criticism of any scene on T.V. or in the movies involving a bound heroine/hero? In the past five years I can only remember maybe 3 or 4 scenes which I found totally convincing.

dudalb

Thu Jun 18 20:55:11 PDT 1998

This could be considered either a sequel to my first post "Tying up Sean's Mom"or as
a prequel to the Summer vacation epic.One of the main characters in that saga will be
introduced: My mother.
Mom was about 37 at the time of this incident. If you looking for a physical description
the closest I can up with is Catherine O'Hara, the mom in Home Alone.Mom had red hair cut on her shoulders, was medium in build, and about 5.7
Sean, having helped me tie up his mother, now he wanted to tie up my mom. I had
no strong objections . I loved my mother but everyone was a target. and had to admit
there was certain balance to the idea.My mom was not quite as free spirited as Sean' Mom so a direct approach was out. However we had an excellent diversion in my younger brother and sister.We developed a scheme where we would play with my siblings, take mom hostage, and them let the tying begin. Just a couple of weeks ago my mom had let my siblings kidnap her. She was "Tied" with a clothesline which she had to struggle with to keep from falling off and ruining the game. I had seen this but decided that it was not a good time to strike.
At this point a new factor entered: Sean's sister. Sean sister was two years older than
Sean and Me the nearest I could describe her is Annette O Toole, but (not meaning to be cruel) not quite as attractive.Ok in the looks department but nothing more.Meg was a pretty good guinea pig for Sean and Me. and seemed to have a If I don't let them tie me up they will bug me until they do so let's get it over with type attitude.Unknown to us, Meg had done some research on her own, consulted a friend of hers who was a Girl Scout, and learned a few knots of her own.
Part 2

dudalb

Thu Jun 18 21:01:37 PDT 1998

One day -this is all second hand-Meg challenged Sean to be the victim for a change.
Sean agreed,and got a shock. Sean was a male chauvinist;he did not think a girl could
tie. His sister showed him he was wrong. I was her next target but no opportunity arose until she overheard Sean and me plotting the "kidnapping" of mom. Meg did not warn my mom. Meg instead decided this would be a good oppprtunity to get even with me.
Besides she had enought of a rebel streak in her to think it would be a fun joke on my
mom. This is based on what Meg told me afterwards. She approached Sean when I
wasn't there and made a proposal. It would be a double Kidnapping me and my Mom.

Sean had no choice On the appointed day- it was summer- Meg went over to our
house to use our pool.Sean's mom and mine despite temperamental differences were good friends and Sean's family were welcome t use our pool.Sean joined her a few minutes later. Nothing out of the ordinary as far as mom was concerned.
Soon I went over to where my brother and sister were. I was waiting for Meg to finish
her swim and go home, so Sean and I could get on with business.I checked to see if Mom was doing anything that might keep her from playing kidnapee. She was just watching One day -this is all second hand-Meg challenged Sean to be the victim for a change.

Thu Jun 18 21:17:47 PDT 1998

T.V. All seemed set. All of a sudden I felt something in my back. It was the edge of a super soaker--they were just out on the market. this was 1982.I heard Meg's voice "Payback Time" saw Sean step our from behind and gave me a "Hey, I don't have a choice"kind of look. I felt my hands being pulled behind me and cord being put around them.

Part 3
I was not a male chauvinist. I had a cousin, Cindy, (who will play a major role in the
summer vacation post) who could tie as good as any boy I met. But I was surprised that Meg could tie so tight. I objected-one of the few times I ever did.Her answer was to shove piece of white cloth in my mouth and tightly tie a scarf over it .But she did slacked the ropes a little bit and said "Better? "Although still a little tighter than I was used to when Sean or Cindy tied me, it was bearable."Now "said Sean " for the other hostage " I knew then that the kidnapping of my mother was still on.
At this time My Mom and Dad were going through a rough spot in their marriage.
They tried not to upset us kids, but a few days before they had a ugly argument in front
of us To make it up, my mom was spending more time than usual playing with my
siblings.It also made her an easier target. My siblings and I exploited this for all it was
worth. My mom was watching TV when we came in."You're being kidnapped!" my kid sister blurted out. "don't turn around" said my kid brother,while he took a bandanna and blindfolded my mom.She did not know that older kids were in on the 'Kidnapping".

dudalb

Thu Jun 18 21:18:53 PDT 1998

Mom was guided to the recreation room where two kitchen chairs had been placed. My mom was seated in one and Sean pulled her wrists behind the chair and tied them in his usual methodical,,very secure manner. She asked if it was me, figuring from the tighter knots that I had decided to join the game. I could.nt reply and Meg had very briefly untied by wrists in order to pull them behind the other chair and tie them as tightly as before.
Mean while Sean had begun to tie mom's ankles.
Mom made a comment that at least I was playing with my siblings rather than fighting
with them.(She was still blindfolded and still thought it was me.)Meg was now tying my
ankles while Sean had moved to using 25 feet of rope to tie my mom's elbows and upper body to the chair. Having done this he added a final touch by tying my mom's already bound ankles to the bottom rung of the chair. This makes it much more difficult to move the chair. Meg copied Sean in tying me to the chair. Me and mom were almost mirror images as far as the tying was concerned. Meg made the final knot and then being cued by Sean, my younger sister asked mom to open wide. She did and Sean put a clean piece of cloth in her mouth and tied it in place with a scarf.Mom was now securely bound and gagged. TO BE CONTINUED

dudalb

Fri Jun 19 11:26:06 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

jazz411 - Thanks for the information. I will try to find an explanation for any unknown word there in the future, when it is included in my dictionary.

CURT - I liked your story. Keep on posting.

dudalb - Can't wait to hear the rest.

Jonah
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Silky i would like to hear your stories!!!
If you don't feel comfortable posting here,
you can post at two other sites.
http://members.tripod.com/~Royler
http://members.tripod.com/~Dante_2/bsitbg.htm
These sites are more liberal than this one.

Merlin

Fri Jun 19 16:07:50 1998

When I was around 13 and my sister 11, we had a tie-up experience with my mother's insurance salesman. She called one afternoon to say she was going to be about a half hour late and that the insurance salesman(I'll call him Mr. Taylor) would be coming by for her to sign some papers. She asked us to let him in and to please wait for her. The door bell rang about 5 minutes later and there stood Mr. Taylor. He was around 30, about 6' 2". He was wearing a white dress shirt, black tie, black pants and black loafers. I explained the situation to him and he agreed to come in and wait. He sat on the couch and for some reason, I had the idea to tie him up. I bet him that he could n't get free of our ropes. He (I guess being in a playful mood) said that he bet he could. That's all I needed to hear. I quickly got 3 of our jumpropes and went to work. He obliged the whole time. I first bound his wrists firmly behind his back with one piece of rope and then went to work on his ankles. I lifted up his pant legs and looped the rope around his sock covered ankles (I'll always remember the black sheer socks because they looked like my mom's stockings) I completed that task and began on his knees. to be cont...

Sarah

Fri Jun 19 16:20:10 1998

part 2 .....

I finished binding his knees together and told him I was done. He said the ropes were pretty tight and began squirming against them. After a couple of minutes, he said he couldn't get free and that I won the bet. I asked if he was absolutely sure he couldn't get out. He assured me "Yes" and showed me by struggling. I decided to have a little fun with him. I sat down on the floor and hoisted his bound feet onto my lap.
"What are you doing?" he asked nervously. I said nothing and grabbed the heel of his left shoe.
"Please don't take my shoe off! ", he begged.
I felt him squirming around a bit, but he wasn't thrashing. I called my sister over and she grabbed his right shoe's heel. He continued begging for us not to pull his shoes off. He had his toes clenched, but we were stronger. I pulled the left shoe off and my sister followed with the right. His toes were wiggling and he asked to be let go. My sister and I looked at each other and smiled, then we began tickling his helpless stockinged feet.

Sarah

Fri Jun 19 19:15:32 PDT 1998

Sean then did something I did not understand until a few minutes later. He took a scarf
and proceeded to tie it around my Mom’s already bound wrists.Her wrist had been bound crossed and the scarf was tied so that it covered her wrists. Sean walked over and supervised Meg doing the same to my Wrists.Once the scarf was secure, My sister removed My mom’s blindfold,
Mom was surprised, to say the least, to see me tied and gagged opposite her. She thought it was I who had tied her up.She made a few noises like she was asking what was going on but then fell silent when she realized she was very effectively gagged. I had many thoughts gong through my mind. This was the first time I had seen Mom “really” as opposed to “Pretend” bound and gagged. I felt some excitement at seeing my all powerful mother totally helpless, but the fact I was in the same situation gave a feeling of equality with my parent.
Sean then announced the rules of the game. We would have one hour to free ourselves or lose. (This was his normal challenge). Meg would remain in the room to see that no one was hurt. Other than that we were on our own.
Mom begun by about five minutes of struggling trying to loosen her ropes.She soon
realized that Sean was very skilled at ropework.I did’nt even waste my time trying. Mom than sat still except you could see her fingers move. The rec room closet was one of those sliding doors deals where the doors have a full length mirror on them.She had picked up very quickly that it would be finger work, not jerking, that would give her any chance of freeing herself in the time limit.After ten minutes she stopped. I tried a little--than realized why Sean had tied the scarves on top of our wrists.Our fingers could not reach the knots-the scarves covered them. Sean employed this after he had tied his mother and Meg back to back and came back 15 minutes later to see them ungagging themselves. Sean's mom had untied Meg hands.Who in turned untied hers.

dudalb

Fri Jun 19 19:16:49 PDT 1998

Sean considered this a major defeat and devised the scarves as a way to make the
wrists more secure when two “victims” were involved.(If you place the knots right anyone untying you will have to have unimpeded use of their wrists, but there are other websites for that info.)

I looked at mom and saw a look in her eyes that we kids knew as the determined look.

My mom although easy going could be very determined. She was very determined w.
To beat us kids at our own games on our own terms.She made motion and noises that
indicated she wanted me to scoot my chair toward her while she tried to meet me
halfway. Here the fact that our feet were bound to the rungs of the chair was a major
hinderence.We could only move inches at a time.To move any more or any faster would have risked toppling over. Meg warned us to be careful..She even offered to call off the game and free us if Mom or I were in any pain or having problems breathing. Mom shook her head vigorously. She would beat the kids at their own game if it was the last thing she did.The status and prestige of momdom were at stake.

It took around eight minutes to maneuver so that were back to back. However about five minutes attempts at untying each other’s hands proved useless, The scarves guarded the knots well, and Sean had been clever enough to place the knots in the scarves where there were hard to get at unless your wrists were untied. But Mom would not give up. She begun to pull herself and her chair toward the door of the rec room and out . Meg wondered what mom was up to and decided to follow and see. I made a few mmmphing noises and Meg pulled by chair toward the door so I could see.

Fri Jun 19 22:03:08 PDT 1998

My Mom had been on the women’s track and swim teams in college, and had kept in
shape since, a long time before it was fashionable. Now it paid off and she moved her
chair, inches at a time. as fast as she could go without toppling, down the hall toward her bed room , It was about fifteen feet and took her about eight minutes. “20 Minutes” Meg announced as Mom reached her bedroom. She went in and about two minutes later came out. She had a pair of Scissors in her hand. But time was running out. Mom gestured me to move toward her. I obliged because now I wanted Mom to win. It took about four minutes to meet mom and then we turned back to back again. Mom cut away at the scarf around my wrists until it fell away.Then she begun to cut at the scarf around her own wrists. The scarf fell but then a setback. The scissors slipped and fell to the floor.Mom could not cut the ropes. But we could finally work at each other’s knots."2 Minutes!" Meg said. Mom was making a little progress on freeing my wrists, but having more experience with knots, I was making more progress with hers.” Five Minutes” Meg said. By now Sean and my siblings were watching. “four minutes” Meg said. As if on cue the I pulled at a knot and the ropes fell off my mom’s wrists. She them begun, using a hall mirror to guide her, To untie the ropes which held her arms and body to the chair. Just as Meg Said “Time” My mom was able to reach up, untie
her gag, spit our the cloth in her mouth, and said, with a flourish, “Now for my next Trick...”

dudalb

Fri Jun 19 22:04:02 PDT 1998

Mom congratulated Sean and Meg on their skill with knots.Sean admitted defeat. Technically Mom was not completely free: Her ankles were still tied. But no one doubted that mom had won. She untied me and made a joke about sibling rivalry getting ridiculous.There were no repercussions. She considered it to be a game in which she had beat the kids at their own game. She did warn us though, to back off from future victims if they made it clear they did not want to play.. She knew that the original plan was for me to be the binder rather than the bound.
This was not to be the last time Mom became a victim of our games-but as Conan said, That’s another story.

PS My Mom is still alive and very well. This was in 1982 so she’s only in her early fifties.
She still jogs and swims every day. and I have feeling she could

Sat Jun 20 12:12:55 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Good morning to all!

dudalb - I loved your story. Quite a remarkable mum you have. A little bit of your last post seems to be cut off. Please post it again.

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

Reading the story by Anders brought back a memory of an encounter I once had with sleeping bags. A friend of mine (call him Tim) had come over, and we didn't have much to do. I had always been interested in the idea of being tied up, and I liked the idea of sleeping bags used as restraints. I asked him whether he had ever tried playing with sleeping bags, and he said yes. I suggested we try somthing like that and, to my surprise, he said yes!
We went around the house and gathered some sleeping bags. (I had agreed to be tied up.) We got three. One was a basic bag, just a insulated sack, no hood or anything. The second was better, a black bag that with a hood that could be tightened up a lot. The third was one of the old sleeping bags, and was the best - it had a small neck opening with a tightenable hood. To tie me up, we found some old belts and some octopus straps.
We got started. I climbed into the first bag, the basic one. Next was the black bag. I wriggled into that and tightened the hood a bit - Tim could do it up later.

Pete

(cont)
The last bag was harder to enter, bacuse wearing two sleeping bags reduces agility somewhat. I managed to struggle into it, and Tim zipped it up.
Now for the "ropes". We had about four, two belts and two octopus straps. The first belt went around my ankles, and one of the straps went round my knees. This took care of my legs. My arms were a bit harder to deal with. We tried another octo-strap around my upper arms and a belt around my wrists, but it didn't work too well. Eventually, we got the belt (not leather, a kind of elastic woven one that could be fastened anywhere) around my wrists really tight by pulling on it hard. Tim then zipped up the black bag's hood and pulled the drawstrings closed, so only my face was left showing. He then pulled the green bag's hood over and did the same thing.
I was now well and truly cooconed. I tried to get out, and found it impossible. The reason I like sleeping bags is because they insulate well - three insulate even better!

Pete

(cont)
This is useful, because - as I found out - tring to struggle out of them makes you incredibly hot. This means that instead of being able to work constantly at escaping, you have to stop practically as soon as you start, otherwise you overheat unberably. (This was done in winter, with little risk of heat-stroke or things like that.) As well as the insulation factor, being tied inside three sleeping bags limits dexterity a bit. I found it was impossible to escape. I felt, and looked, like some kind of sausage. After struggling a bit, I let Tim release me.
Tim had a go after that, but since he was lying crookedly in one of the bags, I wasn't able to tie him properly and he escped easily. We put away the bags and that was that.
I would have liked to do it again though, with some differences. Firstly, I would have liked to use a snowsuit as well as sleeping bags - a snowsuit insulates even better than a sleeping bag, and has convenient hoods and things. This would raise the heat factor even more.

Pete

(cont)
Also, if we had had some rope, it would have been good to tie me down to a bed or somthing.
If it was done tightly, it would make it really hard to get up and out of the bags. Finally, a gag might have been a good thing to try. (Although Tim wouldn't have been comfortable with using one, on himself or one me.) Duct tape would've been good - since I had all my hair covered by the sleeping bag's hood, the tape could have been could have been would right round my head, and even under my jaw and over my head to keep my jaw tightly locked shut. All of these things together would have made a perfect way to keep me tied up - cooconed in sleeping bags, tied down to a bed and gagged with duct tape, I wouldn't have been going anywhere in a hurry!
Sorry if I rambled a bit there. I hop sombody finds this story interesting - I know it's probably boring compared to other's tales, but it's the best I can do for now.

Pete

Sat Jun 20 10:48:44 CDT 1998

dudalb,
What a fantastic story. What a neat mother you have. Thanks so much for sharing that story. Please send more if you have them.

Pete,
Nice story also.

Everyone keep up the good work.

mike
mimede@usit.net

Sat Jun 20 17:11:59 PDT 1998

Jonah: for once I was not responsible for my story being cutoff.The computer broke off in the middle of the posting. Ah, the wonders of Windows 95,.And like an Idiot I know I eventually put more money in Bill Gates pocket by up grading to Windows 98.
My final comment was going to be that Mom could probably repeat the escape today.
Your use of the term Mum was amusing to me. This is one of those differences between American English and British English that drive those who learn English as a second language crazy. Mum is almost never used in the U.S. as a term for your mother. Mom is almost universal. The use of Mum in the U.S. is a sure sign you are an emigrant from Britain. Mom might be amused when I tell her she was referred to as Mum. Or, being 100 percent Irish as she is, she might be a little angry. But because several of on line buddies here are British we won’t go down that road.....
Mike; You might want to go into the archives at this site and look up Gillian’s tale of tying up her mom.And my early post about tying up Sean;s mom, although that one I would like to do total rewrite of.More is on the way. Wait until you meet my Aunts.....
Gillian: I got a strong sense of Deja vu when I read you posting of tying up Mum. I
wonder , if somewhere in the distant past one of you ancestors was stationed in Ireland and ran into one of my ancestors.....And please let’s the baby-sitter incident.
Everyone: anyone else have a similar incident with one of their parents and/or grown up relatives?

dudalb

Mon Jun 22 00:20:45 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

It's getting really busy around here these days :o)

CURT - nice story!

Ash - I told you we'd like it! (Can't wait for the last bit!)

Dudalb - I enjoyed that hugely. I recognise that strand of iron determination to beat the kids on their own terms. I don't know about you, but if your Mom and my Mum ever teamed up, I'd run for cover...

Dudalb - re the story about my own kids and the babysitter - I'll think about that a bit longer. I hesitate to post a story about my own kids when they're too young to be allowed to vet or veto it. It feels as if it would be a bit sneaky of me to do that.

I've got two long stories in the pipeline, but they're nowhere near ready to post yet. In the mean time here's a quickie:

Gillian B

Mon Jun 22 00:21:51 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Lamp Post (Part 1)

Ash's last story brought to mind an incident that I'd forgotten. The details are rather hazy, which is why this is a short posting.

I must have been 10 or 11, so it would have been 1964 or 65. I was about the youngest of a bunch of 7 or 8 kids playing together in a quiet street a few hundred yards from my house. They weren't the usual crowd I played with, but I can't remember the reason I was with them.

The game was a Wild West adventure of some kind. One of the younger girls and I were both tied up at one point in the game. We weren't very well tied up - just a rope round my wrists in front of me. I was free in about 30 seconds - it just wasn't tight enough to prevent me pulling my hands out. There was a certain amount of surprise amongst the boys. They re-tied me, with my hands behind my back this time. It took a little longer, but I was still free in a few minutes.

The game degenerated into "let's-tie-Jill-up" after that. They re-tied me with more rope (ankles and round arms and chest), but the weak point was still my wrist binding, so I still escaped. There followed a whispered conference between the boys. (Except for me, all the other girls - 3 of them - were tied up at this stage.) One of the boys went off and came back with his older sister (a girl of maybe 15 or so) and several long skipping ropes. (Standard 'long' skipping rope for us was an 8-foot (2.5m) length of sash cord from the local ironmongers - 2 girls would swing it and anything up to 4 could jump in between.)

Gillian B

Mon Jun 22 00:22:26 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Lamp Post (Part 2)

The older girl seemed to know what she was doing. The skipping ropes (3 or 4 of them) were tied together end-to-end to make one long rope. I was positioned against a lamp post. The lamp post had a tubular steel mast. Up to about 3'6" (1.1m) off the ground, it was about 10 inches (250mm) diameter, then tapered in sharply (like the shoulder on a bottle) to 4 inches (100mm). The thick part had a door in it for getting to the timer. The centre of the joined skipping ropes was tied round the lamp post just above its "shoulder" with a clove hitch or an overhand knot. The ends were then brought down over my shoulders, crossed over on my chest, taken round behind the lamp post and crossed, brought round to the front again, a little lower down my body, and so on. This continued until I had been roped all the way down to mid-calf level, when the two ends of the rope were finally knotted together.

My wrists and ankles were not bound, but because I was so tightly tied to the lamp-post, I couldn't move at all. My arms were straight down by my sides and slightly behind me, trapped by the lamp post, my own body and the ropes securing me. My legs were similarly immobilised by rope going round them and the lamp post. I only realised later why the tying stopped where it did instead of going all the way to my ankles - it finished just below the door on the lamp post, and that stopped the rope working upwards to give me any slack.

Gillian B

Mon Jun 22 00:23:03 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Lamp Post (Part 3)

I couldn't move at all and the boys looked very pleased with the result. The other girls were just sitting on the grass with their wrists and ankles tied (one was gagged). They looked horrified as they wondered what was going to happen to them next. What happened next was gags for me and the two other as yet ungagged girls. The boys then disappeared from the scene. After a stunned pause for thought, the other three girls set about trying to untie each other. After about 10 minutes, they had managed to get one girl's hands free. It only took another minute or two for them all to get loose. They tried to get me free after that, and they ungagged me immediately, but the knots in the rope were all too tight for them to get undone. One of the girls finally went off to fetch her mother to help. The mother arrived clutching a kitchen knife and cut me free in matter of seconds. I had "pins-and-needles" all over after I was untied and it was a few minutes before I could walk home.

I don't remember playing with that group of kids again!

Gillian B

Sun Jun 21 17:35:07 PDT 1998

GIllian: Our moms together..it would be interesting. A new chapter in Anglo-Irish relations perhaps. I understand about the babysitter tale.
I received an E-mail from Bob.He's been away and has only now found out his posting is down. he is looking into it.I hope he gets it up..I have a Few incidents involving living history groups to post.As far as sexual matters go they are more innocent than some of the ones acceptable here, but they are about people over the age of 21 and technically don't qualify
I have started a post to Canuck's college page about the abduction of a college professor (O.K.I mastermined it). Don't worry, the lady was willing and it was all to raise money for charity..incidently Canuck has cleaned up the page and there have been couple of posting recently that are exactly up our alley.Belive, Me Gillian the curent college page is worth checking out.

dudalb

Nice story Gillian.

I know kids do it but I'd be a bit concerned about the unsafe play - I was taught that you NEVER leave anyone who is gagged alone, just in case they need to clear their throat.

"taught" might seem a strange word in this context, but your story brought to mind just such a learning experience when I was a child. Although it could be deemed a little off topic (but not far), it might a) be of interest to some or b) be of use in a similar contxt.

Problem is, it was nearly 40 years ago! I remember the content, because that carried on in later "play" and I recall the basic outline of the events but I'd have to "generate" some of the dialogue to tie it all together (no pun intended).

Opinions as to whether this is legitimate, folks?

Might be a bit long too, I like to include as much detail as I can remember.

Keep posting folks,
Steve.

Steve.
Sthorn45@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 22 20:25:25 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

Dudalb - You're right, the College page HAS improved since I last looked.

Good innocent stories from Sue and Dudalb (go see them, folks).

Steve - Yes you're right about gags. In retrospect, we took some risks as kids. Thankfully, nothing went wrong. (My brother Bob was asthmatic as a kid - we never even thought of that as a risk then - scary in hindsight!)

As to your own stories, I have the same problem about remembering absolutely everything and usually have to reconstruct some details. As long as the story is basically true and has enough structure to actually *be* a story, not just a series of flashes, I think that's all that matters. It's providing that structure that usually leads forces me to guess or invent to fill in the gaps. I've made comments about this before - see the preambles to some of my previous postings. Have a go - I'm sure no-one will complain!

Gillian B

Mon Jun 22 22:43:46 GMT Daylight Time 1998

I've just posted a story to Canuck's College stories page.

Gillian B

Tue Jun 23 13:49:47 CDT 1998

...Well thanks for the response, I guess my stories dont belong on this page so I will go tell my stories somewhere else because even though they are not pornographic they deal with adult's tying me up and not children, I guess I better go before my boss finds me on the computer.

Silky

silky

Tue Jun 23 18:30:09 CDT 1998

Silky,
You come off sounding like a sore loser because noone jumped up and down when you offered to post. Any poster is welcome given they stick within the rules as dictated by Canuck. If you wish to post within the constraints set out, then post. Just don't expect us to cry if you choose not to.
Sorry everyone for being a little negative. There are so many great posters on this page that it is tough to take an unknown whining because we didn't fawn over them.

JCL

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