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Tom and Me (Part One)

Hello, all...

I have been a devoted reader of this forum for months. I never realized that so many tieup games were played when we were kids. I should have been so lucky. The only time I got tied up as a teen-ager was by another guy....We were about 14 years old at the time, and using rope to build some kind of stupid wooden raft. What was left over of the rope was used to tie me up. Then I tied him up. It was quite comfortable for both of us, because we used a patio lounge chair...I forget what you call them, but it felt really good to be tied up in it. We played this game several times one Sunday evening, and at one point he even noticed that I was enjoying it...you might say A LOT, if you get my drift.. And he kidded me about it. To this day I wonder if he thought I was a homosexual. But it wasn't him who turned me on. It was the ropes.

At one point, when I was tying him up he pointed to a dirty, very dirty rag that happened to be on the ground. "There's a rag over there if you want to gag me." At that point I wondered why he even suggested it. But I decided to use it, but very ineffectively, I might add. It just wouldn't stay put. I didn't even consider a cleave gag back then. (More to come)

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Tue Jun 23 19:46:07 EDT 1998

Tom and Me (Part 2)

These games were basically a contest to see if each of us could get loose. We both got loose quite easily, but his knots were better than mine. Anyway, the very next day we played some tie-up games inside his garage. After I tied him to a chair, I whipped out one of my dad's handkercheifs, and twirled it around menacingly. "I thought you might pull that," he said. Once again, my attempts to gag him proved fruitless. I just couldn't keep it in place, and it really wasn't large enough to fit over his mouth and neck. Of course, he got loose in no time at all, so he asked me if he could concentrate on tying my hands to see if I would stay tied. I told him to go ahead, so he used most of the rope to tie my hands behind my back., then just a small amount to tie my waist and legs to the chair. That was the first time so much rope was used on my hands, and it really felt good. Then he took my dad's handkerchief and said, "Now...I am going to gag you, but I don't want it to be too tight." As he put the front part over my mouth and appeared ready to tie it in back, he said again, "I don't want this to be too tight. Is that to tight?" As I opened my mouth to answer, (which is what he wanted me to do) he forced the front part inside my mouth and tied it tightly in back. A perfect fit, and I was silenced. He was finished.

He stood in front of me to admire his handiwork, and with a smirk on his face, he asked, "Can you talk?"

"Mnnnt Rffffmmmm," was all that could come out. While he watched I really felt embarrassed. Something about being tied and gagged while he watched really made me feel self-conscious. I should have enjoyed the experience, but instead, I worked feverishly to remove my gag. I had to use my tongue, because just moving my head was not enough to loosen it. He chuckled at my attempts.

Anyway, I got the gag as far down as my chin, but I couldn't work the ropes loose. I was completely tied to that chair. And it was very, very hot in his garage on that July day. So I asked him to untie me, which he did, but he seemed frustrated that he did all that work to tie me up, only for me to ask him to go to more trouble to untie me just a few minutes later!

We played a few more times during the next few days, but he soon grew bored with it. Me...well, I could have done it every day if I had had the chance.

Tue Jun 23 19:56:06 EDT 1998

I have enjoyed the thought of being tied up since I was six years old. But I repressed this desire for years, except at one point when I was a teen-ager (see "Tom and me"). But this tieup fantasy become so deeply repressed that, even to this day, I can NEVER use the words "tie up" or "gag" in conversation with ANYONE. The words make me blush...well, I can use them with someone that I know enjoys what I enjoy....but otherwise, I wouldn't want even my close friends to know about this interest. I have actually met quite a few people online with my same interest who are just like me....one friend can't even say the word "tie" when he is referring to a sports score! Are any of you like that?

And here is something else...As a kid, I really blew this whole thing out of proportion...so much so that I used to think that a gag caused a person's mouth to swell permanently! Of course, I was very young then, and I soon realized that is not the case....but gags were such a big deal to me (and still are) that, while watching so many episodes of Superman over and over again...well, put it this way....to this day if that old show is ever on, I can't even look at Lois and Jimmy without picturing them gagged. And to some extent I am like that now. If I see an actor on TV who played a part where he or she was tied and gagged, I fixate on it....I actually consciously think, "Wow, she's been GAGGED!"

In fact, I was really shocked when my ex-wife asked me to tie her up and gag her (after she had done it to me several times). I was hesitant to gag her, because, as I jokingly said, "I don't know if I want to take away your gag virginity." That was one of the few comments I ever made that she found amusing. However, she let me gag her, and she seemed to enjoy it, at least as long as it was OVER her mouth instead of inside it.

Do any of you have thoughts like this...or am I just over-reacting to a fetish that I have never understood?

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Wed Jun 24 12:29:34 CDT 1998

Keith,
You are overreacting to your fetish! Just kidding! Actually many of us on this page are probably suffering in some manner similar to yours. My wife, whose background is in psychology, calls it obsessive compulsive behavior. I try my best to fight the compulsive side, but find it extremely difficult to reduce the obsession. It seems to be built into my psyche. I will still admit to channel surfing in hopes of the fleeting picture of a damsel in distress. It scares me sometimes to think I am driven so much by one behaviour. The best solution for me was to focus my energies elsewhere. Sounds dramatic, but I 'd bet that most guys reading this page can relate to some degree. Comments Gillian? (she is a great source for another point of view)
I cannot specifically relate to the exact feeling you experience, as my obsession (we might as well call a fetish an obsession to be straight up about it) is different than yours. I do not react to the sight of thespians by bringing up memories of them trussed and gagged. I will admit though, to remembering which episodes of Superman had Lois Lane in that same predicament. I think we all operationalize our obsessions in different ways.
I do recommend some counseling if possible to help you get comfortable with your feelings. Feeling discomfort from the saying of certain words might indicate that you are a bit too fixated. I went through that myself. I do think that an early discovery of my preferences by Janet and my little sisters forced me into the open, but it also showed that people don't react to your feelings as negatively as you might presume. My wife has also contributed to my current state of well-being (as your ex-wife seems to) by eagerly participating in such games.
I have found a lot of solace by contributing to this page and realizing that I wasn't as strange as I always thought I was. It's nice to not be alone. Unless there are strong objections, it might help you to publish some of you

JD

Wed Jun 24 12:31:57 CDT 1998

Whoops! I got cut off. Continuing ...
Unless there are strong objections, it might help if you publish some more of your thoughts concerning this subject on this page for discussion. It might be a good starting point and help more of us understand ourselves better.

JD

Wed Jun 24 19:41:35 EDT 1998

Hilarious story, Ratbirt! And Thanks,J.D. for your insight. Actually, I really do have more important things to worry about than why I am unable to verbalize the words "gag" and "tie up," so I will probably save my money for counseling when I have REAL problem.

You asked me to post some of my other experiences, so I will start from the beginning. Not really all that earth-shaking, but when I was five or six, I remember taking some twine and thinking that the neighbor boys, who happened to be older than I was, might enjoy tying me up. After all, they were always picking on me, it seemed, so why wouldn't they enjoy tying me up as well! I actually remember thinking that. But it never got that far. The boys actually lived two houses down, so as I was walking with the twine, I had to go past the house of a neighbor girl named Ann (a year older than I was), who was swinging on her swingset. When she asked me what I was doing with the twine, I told her I was going to ask Neil and Andress to tie me up. She said, "I'll tie you up." I was kind of surprised, but she acted so matter-of-factly about it, almost like she was offering to do something to help me, I couldn't say no. All I remember about it was that she tied me to her swingset, but beyond that, I remember nothing else. I know, there isn't much to that story, but hey....she was my first, so give me a break! ;-)

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Wed Jun 24 23:57:17 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

When I was about 6, there were serveral kids on the block aged 5-9. The toughest kid on our block was a girl named Terry. No one ever beat her in a fight about this time period. She was, I recall, two years older than me, maybe three. She also taught me how to fight and encouraged me. (I spent half by life in the hospital between the ages of 3-5 and was a little sissyish at 6-7. More on the hospital later).

By the time I was 8, Terry was going thru pubetry, and no longer desired to be known as the toughest kid on the block. Somehow in most of our games, she managed to define the need for a horse to be part of it, and always wanted to be the horse. For some reason, the horse always needed to he hogtied, hands to wrist in front, and I always got to do the tieing. The last time this happened, she was babysitting me and my younger siblings, and I used a jumprope to hogtie her at her request. Unfortunately, when it came time to untie her, the knots were pulled too tight from all of the playing for anyone to be able to release them. When my mother came back, she cut the jumprope to release her. Of course, I stayed with Terry the entire time until she was released, and it felt good to be protecting and caring for what was once the toughest kid on the block, now turned very pretty girl. I did offer to cut her free, but she didn't want me handling the scissors, so all I could do was stay with her and protect her. We moved away a year later, and I've never been able to catch up with her again, but I'm sure that if she met the right person, she made some fella very happy.

Charlie B
charlie@gdi.net

Thu Jun 25 20:02:49 1998

Your stories remind me of the time me and my cousin, Diana played tie-up games when we were about 12. Diana was a bit short but well-formed for her age. One boring summer afternoon, she decided to irritate me by tickling me. I warned her to stop or I'd give her the tickling of her life. She asked me what I'd do and I responded by saying I'd tie her up and really do a tickling number on her! When she persisted, I retreated to our garage and came back with some pieces of rope. She barely resisted as I wrestled her onto a metal chair and tied her wrists together behind the chair. Since it was summer, she was wearing only a tank top and short shorts. When her wrists were securely bound, I tied each of her ankles to the chair legs. Since there was still some rope left over, I bound her torso more securely to the chair. Her young breasts were thus thrust forward very enticingly. Even though we were alone in the backyard of the house, I didn't want her screaming all over the neighborhood so I gagged her with a bandanna from the house. I then proceeded to tease her feet, legs, neck and underarms. Even though she was my cousin, I couldn't stop being turned on by her smooth skin and shapely legs. I paid special attention to her legs. In the meantime, she screamed hysterically behind the gag. After long minutes of tickling, she was sweating profusely and I removed the gag and started to untie her. Instead of getting mad, she requested I keep her tied up a bit longer . . .

Joel

Thu Jun 25 08:46:03 CDT 1998

Not wanting to be the policeman that, as Capt. Usagi put (and Monty Python), says "Right. Now what's all this then...", I still believe that the regular posters (and they are doing this) need to speak up when lines are crossed. Having said that, I don't think ratbert's post has any place on this page. Furthermore, Joel's description of a 12 year old fails, in my humble opinion, the quest for innocence on this page. The story itself was fine - he just needed to leave out a few choice descriptors. Keep it focused folks!

Right. Now what's all this then...

JCL

Fri Jun 26 16:23:43 1998

Jonah - thank you for your kind words. To answer your questions my name is Swedish alright. Sometimes I like it and sometimes I don´t. It’s a very common name in Sweden, see, and sometimes it would be nice to be named something more unusual (I am a very unusual guy).

(Part 1 of 3)

The story I am about to tell you is about one of the most embarresing moments in my life. It strange though, cause even as I’m blushing right now, sitting here and telling you about it, I wouldn’t want to have anything undone. Remember how I told you about my friend Robert and how we played our little tying-up game in the tent earlier? Well, a couple of days later, when I was at his house, he asked me if he could tie me up again. We really didn’t have anything better to do, so I said yes. I think we were waiting for a matiné on TV or something and I just wanted to pass time. I don’t know if Robert had perpared for this already, but it took him no time at all to find the lengths of rope he needed. He put me on mu stomache over his bed and tied my hands behind my back. While he did that I asked him if noone would come home. "No", he said, "Mom and dad are working and Maria doesn’t come home until late this evening." Maria was Roberts sister. She was fourteen at the time and although I was three years younger, I thought she was incredebly good looking. I had developed a serious speach impediment as soon as she was anywhere around. I can´t say it was love, cause I didn´t know anything about such things back then, but still it was a strong feeling and I remember that it scared me.
Anyways, when my hands were securely bound, Robert turned me over on my back and held up one of his infamous juggling balls again. Ok, so he did some juggling, and was quite good at it, but mostly he´d use the balls to bombard me with, wenever I turned my back, and now he was going to jam it in my mouth, AGAIN. "Come on, you don’t have to gag me", I said and when Robert didn’t listened to that, I tried to pinch my lips together. Unfortu

Anders
nicechap@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 26 16:27:52 1998

(Part 2 of 3)

When Robert sat me down on a wooden chair, that was placed by the end of the bed, I was beginning to feel uneasy. Just what a hell did we do in Marias room? I most certainly would have asked him that if I didn´t have that stupid ball in my mouth. Robert proceeded by taping my mouth with several strips of duct tape, making any kind of protest even harder. When I was tied down to the chair with ropes running across my chest and stomache, and with my ancles tied to each leg of the chair, Robert finished the whole thing of by blindfolding me with his bandanna. It was at this moment he choose to tell me why I was tied up in Marias room. Apparently he had told her abour our game in the tent and she had replied that she would like to play that game some time. Now, she was in for a big surprise, namely ME... tied up and gagged on a chair in her room.
As soon as I heard Robert leave the room and close the door behind him, I desperately struggled to break free, but that was not going to happen. The sweat was pooring down my forhead and I was all worked out by the time I heard the front door close and Marias voice. Robert replied her as if everything was normal, and I started to panick. I pulled the ropes that tied me down and I can still remember the old wooden chair squeak beneath me. When the door to the room where I was opened, I just hang silently with my head. I was sort of glad that I was blindfolded, cause it kind of left me in another world. OK, so now I just waited for everyone to start laughing at my expence, but instead the door closed again. It was all kind of confusing for me, cause everything became so quiet. I didn´t know were the others were or what they were up to. There could be someone in the room for all I knew, and that was the most frustrating thing of all, to not know.

Anders
nicechap@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 26 16:29:32 1998

(Part 3 of 3)

When the door finally opened again I heard groaning from Robert followed by a soft squeak from the bed. Then my blindfold came off and I stared right into Marias smiling face. "Hello cutie" she said. My god how embarrassing, but yet kind of a fond memory, cause I loved it when she called me cutie. Turning my head towards the bed I saw Robert sitting there, tied up with duct tape around his arms and legs and with tape over his mouth. He was squirming and groaning, not disliking it, but simply living his role as a kidnap victim. When I saw this I relaxed a bit and joined the game. I must say in retrospect, that Maria would have been a great villain in any movie. She could play such a mean character.
Later that evening Robert and I played trivial pursuit with Maria and a friend of hers. It was great. It was like our little kidnap game brought us closer together and we became friends. Not really friends, but we played together on occasion, watched movies and stuff.

Did I revenge on Robert you ask? Well, a year later or so I directed a movie where a kid was to be caught by bad guys and tied up. Guess who I casted for the role as the victim. I still have the movie and I sometimes watch it, and everytime I do, I smile and remember my childhood and the games we played.

Anders
nicechap@homail.com

Hello. This is the second story I've posted in here, and I hope you like it. (the victim) Let me describe myself. I am 12, have a crewcut redhair, and have brown eyes. I basically looked the same when I was 8, but, my hair was really curly. One day, my older brother, John(it's an alias)wanted me to come into his room. "for what?" I asked. "An expirement," he answered. I was a gullible little idiot and so, I thought we were gonna be mad scientists. I thumped in on my little legs, and he told me to stop. "I tthought we were gonna make a expirement?" "We are." he answered, and he took out a 20 ft pieco of clothesline rope. He mada lasso and kept throwing it at me. Finally, it encircled my chest and he pulled. I fell down and started to baul. " shut up, butthead" (he always called me butthead) and stuffed a dirty(blech!)kleenex in my mouth and secured it with a handkerchief. He then tied my upper arms to my chest, wrists, knnes and ankles together and stuffed me in his closet. We had wierd closets, you pushed in on the handle and the dor would fold up. I wrestled out of the ropes and pushed on a hinged part of the door. It opened. "Hah!" I declared and ran to the kitchen, because I worked up an appetite for some oreos!

The Kidnapper
darkjedi_152hotmail.com

Thu Jun 25 19:39:39 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

ME & DEE (Hey, that rhymes)

I've know Dee since we were 4. I think the first time I tied her up all I used was this short wool string you'd use for tying one's hair (for pig-tails and pony-tails). I could only tied her wrist and ankles, but that was good enough for the time. As we got older, I had improved on my supplies. I used a little carrying case which was made for putting little die-cast cars in (in the Americas they were called "Hot Wheels" from Matel). Anyway, I used this to put together my little bondage kit (yes, like most of you, it wasn't until later that I learned of this term and phenomenon). It contained two pieces of cloth or a bandana (gag and blindfold). Note, unlike everyone else who "posts" here...I never got into, then or now, using anything for stuffing in to the mouth. Like I said in an earlier post, all my "victims" were willing, so there was never a need to completely silence them. I think I had enough rope for ankles, wrist, and upper body (maybe the knees, too, but I can't remember). I used to bring my "kit" when we would go and visit Dee. Our parents were friends. We usually played in her room and when they came to visit us, we'd play in the basement of my house.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 25 20:13:07 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

ME & DEE (Continued...)
I think we only played 'Burgular' at her house. Usually Dee would pretend to be asleep in bed (can I say 'bed', is that OK? No one's going to misconstrude this? Sheesh!), and I would sneek up to the bed and clamp my hand over her mouth and use my finger as a gun. I probably used the old line "Keep quiet, and you won't get hurt, see.". Then I'd procede to, what else, tie her up...wrists, ankles and upper body. I usually gagged her "detective" style, sometimes a cleave, and then blindfold (not all the time). Sometimes I would drag her into the closet. Looking back, she never really struggled or tried to get loose. Maybe she like it? Who knows? I've seen her a few times recently but the subject never came up (probably 'cause we're in the company of others and it's usually no the topic of discussion). When she was at my house, we'd get more inventive with the "games" (or I would). One was that she was a bartender and I had slipped her a note about coming with me or else. She was sort of "yeah, so?". Which makes sense...someone gives you a note and you're suppose to comply? Right? I'm usually quite imaginative but I guess no that day. But she did play along. We pretended to change location (we're in the same room). I'd grab a chair, put her in it and get my "Li'l Bondager's Kit" and go to work. Wrists, ankles, upper arms...I make it sound tedious, don't I? To us it was a game, nothing challenging...Dee never freed herself but as I got older I found I would get excited when Dee would say yes and play are little game...

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 25 20:33:44 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

ME & DEE (Continued...)

Another time was, I believe it was when my parents and I were returning from Germany, and Dee and her parents picked us up from the airport and then we went back to my house. I was 12 and Dee was 11, I think. She had a cute one piece red dress on that stopped (traffic...kidding) above her knees. (I was getting to notice these things about girls...This is not too shocking for the "Fun Police" (or should I say "Polizei"), is it?)
I'm telling this story 'cause of the of the little comment Dee made to me that day. I can't remember what we were doing but she was bugging me about something and in the middle of this I was trying to convince her that I wanted to tie her up. I believe this was near the end of us visiting and seeing each other more often. She relented and I got to have my fun. Whenever I've played with Dee or my cousins, I would never jump and tie them up only if it's part of the game we're playing. I think to that they'd be P.O.d with me. To this day, I still believe in mutual and consenual "play", especially bondage, with your partner. The comment Dee made was that I'd make a good "kidnapper". I kinda liked that.
Anyway, that's it for now. Unless I think of a really interesting story from my youth, I going to post some stories of my expoits in Germany when I was stationed there in the 80s at Royler's site (http://members.tripod.com/~Royler/index2.html) in the True Stories section.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 25 20:53:44 1998

I spent a good deal of time in the hospital between the ages of 3 and 5, and most of my memories were not pleasant. However, I have one memory that I believe imprinted me for life, for better or for worse.

I had just had my second surgery of about a 3 week hospital stay, and I was not supposed to get up out of bed for at least 8 to 10 days from this surgery. Most of the nurses were attentive and polite, but there was one nurse named Dorothy who went out of her way to be nice to me. When I was able to get up between surgeries, and one of the bigger kids would take my toy, she would get it back for me. She was very compassionate and made me feel very cared for and special. I definitely had developed a crush on her of some kind, I always asked when she was going to come on and get very excited to see her. Some of the other nurses teased her about me calling me her boyfriend, and she never defended herself, at least not in front of me, even though she was teased in front of me.

In the bed next to me, someone had a condition, probably a fracture, that necessitated that both of their legs be placed in slings that spread and raised them off the bed. When I had two days left of confinement to bed, that person had been discharged or moved to another room. (I don't remember which.) The sheets were stripped off the bed so that all that was left was a plastic covered matress, and that matress had been cleaned with some kind of smelly spray.

A short while later, about 5 nurses Dorothy into the room and place her in the bed. They brought some kind of arm slings in that spread and raised her arms, and placed her legs in the supports that spread and raised her legs. They then made some kind of remarks about leaving us alone, which we were even though the ward had eight beds to my memory. Dorothy did not go along with this passively. She definitelty struggled, and she did not seem at all happy with her predictament. I yelled at the nurses to come back and free Dorothy but my demands were igno

Charlie B.
charlie@gdi.net

Thu Jun 25 20:56:33 1998

She then deceided to shift strategies. She told me that her and the other nurses were playing a game, and that it would be cheating if I helped her out of the restraints. And besides, she was having a lot of fun. She then kicked her legs as much as she could and said "whee!!" to demonstrate this was fun. I told her that her skirt was falling down. She then kicked her legs again and said "whee!!" then just smiled at me. She then started talking with me about things, and acted like she was very relaxed and was enjoying her situation and my company. Any time my train of thought wandered from just laying there and talking to her she just kicked her legs and said "whee!!". After a while, we said "whee!!" in unison and laughed.(I don't remember how much I got to see, but as long as I can remember, I've been excited about women in skirts, especially, if I think I may see something you don't normally get to see.) I don;t know how long this went on, but it was definitely over an hour, maybe even two hours.It must have created a real delima for Dorothy. If she struggled other than playfully, I may have got up and got hurt. If she yelled for help and didn't get it before I got up, I was going to try to rescue her. If she didn't work hard at acting like she was having fun, I was going to try to get up and help her. If she didn't keep my mind occupied, I was probably going to figure out that this was an act and try to get up and rescue her. Eventually, two nurses came back in and freed Dorothy, and she left in a hurry without saying goodbye. I did see her briefly one other time before I left, and she definitely was friendly to me, but she did seem more reserved after that. It may have been because of the incident, or it may have been because my parents were there. I sometimes wished I had got up and freed her regardless of the consequences, but I'm sure that that would have only made her feel worse. But I believe that they way she handled that left an erotic imprint on me that never went away. I'm gla

Charlie B.
charlie@gdi.net

Thu Jun 25 21:07:17 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

P.S. I made up a new "Bondage Bag". It's a leather shaving bag from Chanel that came with a bottle of Egotiste (nice name) I received as a gift. It's pretty roomy. I holds all the rope I've accumulated over the years, 3-4 piece of cloth/bandanas and a couple of rolls of surgical tape. Just add a toothbrush, and it's a quaint overnight bag. Unlike most of you regulars who post here, I'm still into tying up woman (nice hobby...). When in Germany, I use a couple of jackets (depending on the season) with extra pockets that I would wear when visiting the carbarets, so as to be inconspicuous. Didn't want to come in toting a bag of rope. The one jacket was demin (Levi's), but it had 4 inside pocket and 4 outside. I carried about 4-5 strand of rope in various lengths: ankles, wrist, knees, and the upper body. I also carried 2 scarves for gags, but still didn't any "stuffing", just cleave-gagged. Sometimes used tape but not everyone was fond of that. I'll have all the details at the other site before Jonah has a "hissy-fit".
Ciao.

Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com

I have posting in here about my pretty babysitter, so you can read it if you wanna learn more about her. Once, my mom went shopping, and My brother and Sister went, so I was alone. Vicki (hehe) came over and baby sat. I remember what she was wearing. High heels, mini-skirt, tight blue sweater, eyeshadow and dark red lipstick. She looked like a goddess. She already knew that I had a crush on her, and I liked girls getting bound and gagged. She came in asked me what did I want to do. I mumbled something. "What?" she asked. "I wanna tie you up." I declared. It was more of a squeak. Her red lips moved up in a smile. "Okay, Damon (my real name) you can tie me up. But first, we need to set the mood." Everybody said I was an incredibly smart kid (I don't know about that these days but, I could read archaeologist and submarine right) so, I sort of knew what she meant. We turned off the lights, and turned on the light on the over head fan. I ran in and got our brand new role of duct tape. I told her the plan. "Go!" I yelled with my eyes closed. She ran down the hall. I quickly hunted her down. She was in my room, on my bed, pretending to sleep. I pointed my hand-finger-gun at her forehead. Her blue eyes flashed open and she took in a breath to scream, but, my hand was over mouth like that! I told her to come with me. I sat her down in a chair under the light and taped her ankles together, then her wrists, then mouth. She struggled and mmphed, and I experienced my first erection. Then, I noticed she was getting her ankles loose. I reataped them, along with her knees,thighs,upperarms-to-breast area, and regagged her. She struggled around mphed so much, I felt better than Bill Gates! But, I untaped her, we played Monopoly, and she went home.

The Kidnapper

Sat Jun 27 15:39:12 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

Wolfordlover - who has posted here on occasions - has recently put a good story on Jonah's site. I thought it was very good and also thought that it might be nice for non-German-speakers to be able to read it too.

The translation is a fairly free rendering into English, rather than a precise word-for-word job. The translation is my own work, but as my understanding of German is limited to a basic reading knowledge, Jonah kindly checked it over for me in draft and pointed out my errors.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Gillian B

Sat Jun 27 15:39:54 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Prologue

This story took place way back in 1984, but I still remember it well. Although, at the time I was already 12 years old, and didn't really need a "supervisor", my parents still engaged Sabina - my "babysitter" - to come to our house, if they were away. This story (which I will get to shortly) does not tell of the first escapade that Sabina and I had together. This is because we started out more tentatively in our games, and, with hindsight, less interestingly. Therefore I don't want to tell you about these evenings with Sabina in chronological order, but instead will go directly to one of my best experiences.

Before I begin the story, I should first describe Sabina. She was 17 years old at the time of this adventure. She had shoulder-length brown hair, was generally very feminine with a rounded, very pretty face and brown eyes. She was neither too fat nor too thin for her height of 5'9" (1.75m) - her figure was perfect. Sabina played a lot of sport, and (to my delight) she was very keen on aerobics. At that time, it was wonderful for me, because I already had a fascination for shiny skin-tight clothes (as I do to this day). For as long as I can remember, I have felt strangely attracted to "Superwoman", "Batgirl" and other female characters in skin-tight costumes.

Naturally, to begin with, Sabina had no idea why a change came over me if she was wearing her sports things while she was looking after me. Somehow, I was always embarrassed and preoccupied. I was usually boisterous with a head full of nonsense, but if Sabina wore her aerobics gear, I became rather "distant".

This often happened, because Sabina liked to train in front of the television while watching aerobics videos. Over time, she probably realised that she was very attractive to me in her aerobics clothes.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:41:05 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Prologue (continued)

Apart from this, she also knew that I enjoyed "cops and robbers" games (when I was always allowed to be the robber). At the beginning of the game, she would be the innocent victim of the robber, then after that she would be a policewoman hunting the robber down. To cut a long story short, the following events took place after we had already played many other role-playing games like this and each of us knew what the other liked and also what would not be tolerated. This experience, however, was one of the highlights of our games together.

"Supergirl" Sabina and the Burglar (Part 1 of 6)

On the evening in question, my parents were going out to the theatre, so they arranged for Sabina to look after me, which she was happy to do, because she liked getting paid to do it. Sabina lived not far from our house, so she usually came over on foot. All day, I had been looking forward to spending the evening with Sabina, because there would certainly be an opportunity for a game with her - my parents always stayed out a long time, as they went out for a meal with friends after the theatre.

Sabina arrived at our house about 7.00p.m. As it was a fairly cool summer evening, she wore a long-sleeved black-and-white striped roll-necked sweater, and a short denim skirt. Because of the cool weather, she was wearing dark coloured tights with white socks over them and dark coloured slip-on shoes. "Aha," I thought to myself, when she came in and put a bag down in the hallway, "She's got her sports bag with her, so she's planning an aerobics session this evening."

After the usual instructions from my parents as to what we were allowed to do, and what we were not, they disappeared and I was alone in the house with Sabina.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:42:00 GMT Daylight Time 1998

"Supergirl" (Part 2 of 6)

We ate early in the evening and watched television for quite a while and chatted together. Sabina wanted to begin her training after that. I got butterflies in my stomach when I saw the aerobics clothes she unpacked. She had a blue outfit consisting of shiny Lycra footless tights and a matching long-sleeved leotard to go over them. On top of that, she was going to wear black jazz pants (although I didn't know that term at the time). "Why are you looking at me like that? Do you like this outfit too?" Sabina asked. "Hey," I answered, "that could make a really great "Supergirl" costume..." "Oh ho! I guessed what you would have in mind, kid," grinned Sabina. "OK, what do you want to do?"

We thought about a scenario which we could act out. We came up with "Superman" Clark Kent, who in everyday life is an ordinary newspaper reporter but sometimes becomes a superhero. We agreed to adapt the role for Sabina thus: she would play the part of a reporter, who would be the victim of a surprise attack by a burglar. The burglar has no idea that the reporter is really Supergirl - she will be able to escape her predicament and then overpower him...

For me, the best part of these games was always the preparation. First, I had to turn myself into a burglar. I dressed in clothes suitable for creeping silently through the house. From the kitchen cupboard, I needed rubber gloves; from my parents' bedroom, a pair of my mother's tights for a mask. From my father's tool cupboard, I took a roll of tape. For a weapon, I took a water-pistol from my own room.

Sabina's preparations were confined to adding to her aerobics outfit for the second part of the story. A yellow table-cloth did service as Supergirl's cape. Otherwise, Sabina just had to stay in the sitting room and behave as if she was not expecting anything to happen. She sat on the sitting room sofa and read a magazine while she waited.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:43:02 GMT Daylight Time 1998

"Supergirl" (Part 3 of 6)

Slowly and silently I crept along the corridor towards the sitting room. Actually, in my role as the burglar, I would only want to get the valuables and to disappear again with them quickly. I hadn't counted on the occupant of the house being at home - however, I was prepared. Now I had to overpower her. Then she would have to tell me where to find her jewellery, which I hadn't yet discovered. I already had the rubber gloves on, as I would have to break in through the door and didn't want to leave fingerprints behind. Outside the sitting room door, I pulled the tights down over my head and took the gun out of my bag and rushed in on the "unsuspecting" Sabina.

"What's going on mmmph, mmmph..." Before Sabina could call for help, I had already grabbed her and held my rubber-gloved hand over her mouth. "If you keep quiet, nothing will happen to you - I only want your money and jewels!" I whispered in her ear. "Lie down on your front and put your hands behind your back," I ordered in my best burglar's voice. Obediently, she turned over onto her stomach and crossed her wrists behind her back. While I bound her hands with the tape, she implored, "Please don't do anything to me. You can have all my valuables, but leave me alone, please..." "You talk too much..." I said as I removed her shoes and dropped them on the floor in front of the sofa. Then I pulled one of her socks off, balled it up and pushed it into her mouth, when she started takling again, "The valuables are all in the drawers over there... mmmph mmmph mmmph." Two strips of tape crosswise over Sabina's mouth prevented her spitting out the sock.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:43:37 GMT Daylight Time 1998

"Supergirl" (Part 4 of 6)

I still had enough tape to bind her ankles together and enough left after that to wind a few strips round her thighs. I wanted quiet to be able to ransack the chest of drawers and couldn't allow her to get away and raise the alarm. I got up from my position leaning over her and said, "OK, sweetheart, stay where you are and keep still - I'll be back!"

After that I went out of the sitting room, but stayed hiding behind the door, so that I could watch Sabina as she tried to free herself. It looked great as she turned and twisted, pulling against her bonds. I ought to have taken her other sock off; it looked funny, one foot with a white sock on and the other with only the dark nylon of her tights. The tape was unyielding. Where it was on her her tights, at her thighs and ankles, it stuck immovably. Sabina tried to turn her legs in all possible directions and tried to rub them against each other, but it didn't help. The tape held! Only I could hear her muffled cries, "Mmmph! Helmmmph! Mmmph!" No-one else could hear her at all.

With great difficulty, she managed to stand up from the sofa and hop to the table with her legs still bound. As she hopped, her hair kept flopping over her face. Some of it stuck to the tape over her mouth and partly obscured her sight. With a strenuous effort, she was able to reach a knife which was still on the table from our meal and was able to manipulate it behind her back to undo the tape round her wrists. Before she managed it, there were several unsuccessful attempts and a series of "Mmmphs" were to be heard.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:44:13 GMT Daylight Time 1998

"Supergirl" (Part 5 of 6)

Once she had freed her hands, it was only a matter of time before she had removed the sock from her mouth and the tape from her feet and thighs. However, removing the tape from her legs produced a nasty ladder in her tights. Now it was high time I for me to disappear into my room because naturally I did not want to see the transformation of Sabina into "Supergirl" otherwise the "surprise" would have been lost. So, still with the tights over my head and the rubber gloves on, I went to my room and began to search for Sabina's "valuables" in a chest of drawers.

It took a while for Sabina to become "Supergirl", but the waiting was worthwhile. Suddenly, as I was absorbed in searching through a drawer, a blue Lycra clad arm grabbed me from behind and gripped me firmly. The other hand was pressed tightly over my mouth, so I could say nothing more than, "Mmmph mmmph." Behind me, Supergirl sneered, "What have we got here then? A little thief who attacks defenceless women. Just wait, and I'll show you..." So saying, she loosened her grip on my mouth and pulled the stocking mask off my head. She pulled my hands behind my back and used the same pair of tights to tie them.

Next, she pulled me over backwards so that I lay flat on the floor. With a bound, she sat down on my stomach, so I was was helpless on the floor and could do nothing to resist. I tried to kick Supergirl, but that was useless as my legs were quickly bound with tape, which had fallen out of my bag in the fight. So, there was Supergirl in her blue Lycra oufit sitting on me and in complete control over me. My arms were tied behind my back with tights and my legs were taped together, so I could only beg and plead for her to let me go. Supergirl had other plans for me.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:44:45 GMT Daylight Time 1998

"Supergirl" (Part 6 of 6)

"Poor Sabina (who I've now freed) showed me her tights, which you've ruined with tape," mocked Supergirl, still sitting on me and dangling the tights above my face, "...what have you got to say about that?" She had already rolled her other sock into a small ball. "Sabina still had a sock left for you - the other one got a bit damp when you gagged her with it..." laughed Supergirl. "Please, don't do it," I pleaded, "I'll become an honest man, I mmmph mmmph..."

Before I could persuade her not to, Supergirl stuffed Sabina's other sock into my mouth. She tied it in place with the laddered tights, so I didn't have a chance to get it out of my mouth. There I was in my burglar's outfit, still wearing my rubber gloves, bound with my own stocking mask, feet taped together with my own tape and gagged with a sock and tights belonging to the woman who was supposed to be my victim.

"OK, Buster, now I've taken care of you, I can go back and look after Sabina. Stay where you until then!" With those words, Supergirl turned and disappeared out of my room. I lay there bound and gagged and all I could do was to moan into my gag, "Mmmph mmmph..."

After Sabina (as herself again) had freed me a few minutes later (I wasn't as good at handling knives as she was), we tidied away all the things we had used in our game. As we did so, we discussed our feelings, or at least those which a 12-year-old has. Later on, Sabina started her aerobics session again. Or was it Supergirl who was exercising in our sitting room? The stupid thing was that in the course of our little game, we had ruined her tights and her socks wouldn't be nice to wear either. I helped myself to another pair of my mother's tights for Sabina to wear on her way home. My parents never never found out about the role-playing games that happened when they were away from home.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Sat Jun 27 15:45:21 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Postscript

I hope you enjoyed this story. Sabina and I often engaged in role-playing games together, but this was one of the best. If you want to read more - just ask, I have plenty more stories. From the age of 5 to 15, Sabina often babysat me, in later years, really just spending the evening with me.

Wolfordlover (tr Gillian)

Thought I'd write a story! I wrote once about being tied by my friend Paul. This story predates that. In fourth grade we were thrown into a new school with kids from all over. My double desk mate was Paul, a nice Jewish kid from the area. We struck up a friendship and since we were nine, our moms let us hang out together. I was over his house one rainy day playing cards when he said 'what does the winner get?' I never really bet anything but I was curious. He said 'the loser gets tied up.' I was really pleased. This was one of the very few times that tie-up games weren't initiated by me, and Paul would be great fun to tie. I was really curious because I had never met anyone I hadn't personally taught rope games. I agreed and the game progressed. We were playing war, a card game with no strategy. I really didn't care who won anyway and after a long time, I lost. Paul pulled out several ropes and belts. He put me on my tummy and told me to put my hands behind my back - and 'cross em.' He tied my wrists tightly and proceeded to tie my knees and ankles together. So far, things seemed normal. Then he took the belts out and put them around my chest and thighs. Now I really felt bound. But then, he climbed on top my back, held a sock in front of my mouth, and said 'open wide'. I could hear him grinning. I complied and was quickly gagged. For me, the situation was transformed because I had never been gagged before. I felt truly helpless, a new feeling for me. I began to realize that I really didn't know Paul all that well! All was well however, except Paul chose to show me off to his little brother who was home at the time. I was pretty red-faced about it, but had to put up with it. Later, I learned from his brother that I wasn't the first bound person Paul had shown him! Paul and I became pretty close friends thereafter and carried our love for rope well into our junior high school years.

Viking

Mon Jun 29 09:32:46 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hello together,

I hope, besides all the discussion, about what to post here and what not, some of you have read the wonderful translation from Gillian to the supergirl-story formerly published on Jonahs page.

Gillian did a wonderful job, translating this german story into english. I never could have done this myself. It made me very happy to read it. Gillian wrote it, as if she was actually there at the moment happening.

Again, thanks Gillian - if I have another story to post, I would be happy to read your translation.

Greetings to all

Wolfordlover
wolfordlover@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 29 15:46:00 Central Daylight Time 1998

Tying Up My Cousin
From Seitmus

As far back as I can remember I've enjoyed seeing women tied up and loved to play bondage games with the girls in the neighborhood.

Back in 1967 my cousin Penny had just broken up with her boyfriend. The movie "Wait Until Dark" came out that year and Penny had been looking forward to seeing it. It was summer so the natural choice was to go see it at the drive-in theater.

Since Penny didn't have anyone to accompany her to the drive-in she asked me if I would go with her so her parents would let her go see the movie. I was only 15 and couldn't yet legally drive, but Penny had both a driver's license and car. I didn't really want to go, but decided that I would do so as Penny and her brothers were my closest cousins and I knew they wouldn't hesitate to do favors for me.

We loaded up the car with snacks and blankets and headed out to the drive-in to watch the movie. Penny really loved the movie and I thought it was OK, but I was disappointed that the thugs menacing the girl in the story didn't take the time to tie up their victim. Of course since the character was blind I knew that my favorite item, the blindfold, was not going to come into play no matter what.

I had never played tie-up games with Penny, but had often thought about how much fun it would have been. Since the movie got out so late, after the show Penny took me back her parents house to spend the night.

On the way to the house we talked about the movie. I casually turned the conversation toward what I saw as the improbable nature of the way the thugs handled the situation.

seitmus

Mon Jun 29 15:46:43 Central Daylight Time 1998

Tying Up My Cousin Part II
From Seitmus

Blind or not, leaving their victim free to roam around the house had to be pretty stupid was the opinion I expressed. Penny disagreed, saying that you couldn't really tie someone up that securely anyway. I kind of let the subject drop as we were pulling into the driveway at her house.

They had a really tiny house and as usual when I stayed overnight I got to sleep on the couch in the living room. Laying there that night I couldn't help envisioning how Penny would look all tied-up. Unable to sleep, I started hatching a plan.

The next day, I was supposed to start house sitting for my Grandparents who were leaving on vacation at the crack of dawn. Instead of taking me home Penny was going to take me to my Grandparents house. My mind started whirling on a plan.

I decided that if I could re-engage Penny in the conversation of the previous night then I'd try to talk her into letting me tie her up. If I couldn't get any rise out of her then I'd drop the idea.

After we left her house, I started talking to Penny about the movie. About halfway home I reopened the "should have tied her up" discussion about the movie. Penny bit on it and reiterated her positions.

With my stomach flip-flopping, my palms sweating and I'm sure my voice cracking, I blurted out, "I'll bet even I can tie you up with stuff from around the house so that you can't get loose quickly."

Penny said something to the effect of "OK, if that's what it takes to shut you up you can try it on me." Penny didn't know about my Grandparents vacation plans so I guess that she might have figured that with her small house and my small house there was never going to be a time when she'd have to put up on her end.

seitmus

Mon Jun 29 15:48:02 Central Daylight Time 1998

Tying Up My Cousin Part III
From Seitmus

After getting the lump in my throat back down and recovering from the shock of having Penny agree to let me tie her up I managed to tell her "Great, we can try out your escape artist abilities when you drop me off." I think it was kind of a surprise to hear that she was about to have to make good on her statement as she sat there kind of quiet for a few moments apparently intent on her driving.

Eventually, she said "Guess you got me there." She then started with the ground rules, reminding me that I said I'd only use items from around the house like the crooks would have been able to find in the movie. I guess Penny didn't consider two things.

First, "household items" really leaves a lot of latitude considering we were living in the days of drying clothes by hanging them on clotheslines in our family. Secondly, I had been up all night thinking about what I would do if Penny actually agreed to let me tie her up.

We got to my Grandparents house and went inside. As soon as we were in the house I closed, locked, deadbolted and chained the front door. I figured all I would need is to have my folks let themselves in and find me tying up Penny. Penny watched as I secured the door and I explained my precautions. She nodded her head and said she thought it was a good idea too.

The previous night I had also decided that I would take Penny to the basement to tie her up. I thought the atmosphere of the basement would add a lot to the feelings of helplessness she might get while bound. As soon I had the front door secured I immediately went to my Grandmother's dresser and got out a bunch of her large square scarves. I folded one into a small rectangle and another on the diagonal into a wide strip. I put the other scarves into my back pocket.

seitmus

Mon Jun 29 15:48:42 Central Daylight Time 1998

Tying Up My Cousin Part IV
From Seitmus

Penny was still standing in the living room and saw me with the two scarves in my hands. I told her to turn around. Seeing the folded scarves, I guess she thought I was going to tie her hands as she instinctively put her hands behind her back and crossed her wrists.

I told her "Not yet, we have to make you like the blind lady in the movie", and proceeded to blindfold her. I put the scarf folded into a small rectangle over her eyes and fastened it in place with the diagonal folded scarf. Penny didn't have a lot to say, but just stood there kind of still while I arranged the scarves to make sure she couldn't see anything.

Satisfied that the scarves were properly placed I proceeded to spin Penny around a number of times to make her dizzy, much as you would when playing blindman's bluff. I steadied her and started walking her to the stairs at the back of the house leading down to the basement. It was great fun having Penny completely dependent upon my help to even move.

I took her to the part of the basement furthest from the stairs (the front of the house), but not before giving her a few more spins at the bottom of the stairs just for good measure. In the front part of the basement there was an old metal chair. I carefully guided Penny into the chair. Playing the part of a crook, I told her to sit there quietly.

Keeping my eyes her, I went back to the part of the basement where they clotheslines were suspended from the ceiling by eye hooks. I took down several 10 foot lengths of the line from the hooks and went back to my captive.

I used one length to tie Penny's wrists behind her back with her arms straight, palms facing one another. With the 10 foot length, I was able to wrap and cinch her wrists rather securely. After I had her wrists tied I kind of stepped back to see the results of my work.

seitmus

Mon Jun 29 15:49:19 Central Daylight Time 1998

Tying Up My Cousin Part V
From Seitmus

While I was watching, Penny started asking "Is this all? Can I start getting loose now?" I told her that I wasn't quite finished yet. Liking what I saw so far, I decided to tie a rope around Penny's elbows then run it back down to her wrists and finish it off by bringing the ends around her waist and tying it off in front.

As I tied this rope, Penny kind of grunted as I pulled her elbows close together and then tied the rope in front where there was no chance she could reach it. I figured that even if she managed to get her wrists untied she would have a tough time reaching up to untie her elbows. As I finished with this rope, Penny was beginning to squirm around noticeably.

Again she asked if she could start trying to get loose. I told her it was almost time but not quite. I used the next ropes to tie her legs at the knees and ankles. Feeling like she was getting too tied up to get free Penny again asked her favorite question. This time I had a little different answer.

Taking on the character of the crook again I answered that "I'm getting tired of hearing all your mouthy talk." With that I took one of the scarves from my back pocket and began to try to stuff it into Penny's mouth. Feeling what I was trying to do she started to plead her case asking "Why do you need to gag me?" Dropping the character I told her it was because that is what the crooks should have done to the lady in the movie.

I guess she bought it, because with only minor struggles from Penny I got the scarf stuffed into her mouth. Finally, I pulled the last scarf from my pocket and again folded it into a diagonal strip. I pulled this scarf between her lips and teeth as best I could since the scarf stuffed into Penny's mouth was so big that it didn't completely go behind her teeth.

seitmus

Mon Jun 29 15:49:58 Central Daylight Time 1998

Tying Up My Cousin Part VI
From Seitmus

Knotting the gag scarf off behind her head I could hear Penny trying to see just how much the gag would keep her quiet. For the last time, I stepped back to admire my work. By the way, the answer to the how quiet question is real quiet. There were words coming out of her mouth, it's just they all sounded alike.

I could tell that Penny was now asking if she could get loose. Reluctantly, I agreed to let her start trying to get loose. I had to watch her carefully though as her struggles almost caused her to fall off the chair more than a few times.

I started to feel a little guilty about how well Penny was tied so I started asking her if she wanted me to let her go. For quite a while Penny nodded her head no, but finally in exasperation she shook her head yes. I started by pulling the gag out of her mouth so she could breath a little better and talk. She had to admit that you could indeed tie someone up with household stuff well enough that they couldn't get loose.

We never played tie up games again, never evening mentioning the one experience to one another again. For one brief glorious afternoon though I got to securely tie, gag and blindfold my older cousin.

*******

I have another account I'll try to write up in the near future. It's about a lady I worked with surprising a burglar when she went home for lunch one day. The burglar didn't harm her, but left her tied up with pantyhose, bandannas and scarves.

seitmus

Mon Jun 29 19:29:49 EDT 1998

I have a question for Viking. You said that you and your friend Paul shared your love of rope through junior high school. Did you talk about it with each other, along with your feelings about it, and discuss how it turned you on? Or did you just tie each other up when the mood called for it? Most people who play tieup games as children NEVER talk about it after it happens...that was the case even in the post that followed yours. You can email me privately if you don't want to answer it publicly.

Also I was wondering...why did you feel embarrassed to have your friend's brother see you bound and gagged? I know why I would be embarrassed if I had been in your shoes (and ropes), but I was ALWAYS secretive about my desires and afraid of being discovered. But why did you feel embarrassed...was it just the humiliation of it?

Mmmmphhfff!

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Jeudi 29 juin 01:45:49 Est (Heure d'été) 1998

Hello everyone!

Things seems to have heated up while I was away. Reading your comments was quite interesting. It certainly proves that there is a lot of interest for a page like this.

I'd just like to remind everyone what kind of stories I want on this page. So here it goes:

To be accepted on this page, a story has to fullfil the following points:

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

- All participants express their consent to be included in the event.

- Sexual aspects are not to be too explicit or take up a lot of room. I don't mind if you mention the attraction of the scene or give a short description of a person, as long as you don't get too explicit.

I wouldn't want to discourage anyone from posting a story. If I feel it is not appropriate for this page, I will simply erase it (but I will usually send an e-mail to the poster to explain my point of view). So, in order not to scare off new posters, I have moved the recent discussion (and the story that started it) to a separate page. Follow this link to the discussion page if you want to read it.

I appreciate your feedback.

Thanks

Canuck

Tue Jun 30 10:36:49 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

I have been lurking at this page for some time and enjoying the writing contained herein. I was somewhat deprived as a child in that I didn't really have any bondage buddies. I thank you all for allowing me to live vicariously through your collective experiences.
On a recent visit to the beach, I unearthed one of the simplest and seemingly universal forms of childhood restraint--burial in the sand. The waterfront interment seems also to be widely variable in execution, from simply piling sand on top of a recumbent sunbather to actually digging several feet into the sand and having the subject enter the hole with the sand soon to follow. As I stated, this is somewhat commonplace, but if you posters have any particularly notable experiences or unconventional approaches, please take the time to share them. I'll be around.
Warmly,

Greg
gmdraves@hotmail.com

Tue Jun 30 10:16:50 1998

This is for Canuck's discussion page.

JD

I agree with what you say in part but ask you to elaborate on the final comment. What ramifications are you alluding too?

Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com

Tue Jun 30 19:22:18 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi,

seitmus - great story. I definitely like to hear more. Does 'seitmus' has any meaning (I'm just curious)?

Greg - interesting point you raised there. I remember being dug in a couple of times during summer holidays in Italy. My memory has always been bad, so I can't really recall any incidents. If anyone has experiences with sand, please let us know.

Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Tue Jun 30 21:49:09 CDT 1998

Jemej,
The ramifications that I was eluding to were the consequences if ever some governmental entity decides to go after individuals involved with a web page that it has determined to be in violation of some ordinance. Chances are slim to none, but the consequences could be huge if they were able to trace participation back to a specific individual. I don't really fear this scenario right now, but if it weren't real, there wouldn't be so many legal warnings in front of websites that are pseudo-adult in nature. And, regardless of what people claim, as an expert in this area of technology, I am sure the tracings could be done to some extent. That is one reason I am a strong advocate of innocent reminiscings with little or no sexual content. There is nothing to go after anyone for.
Everyone: I don't want to continue this discussion as Canuck moved it to another page for a reason. I was just answering a follow-up question from Jemej.

Best Wishes.

JD

Wed Jul 01 13:34:26 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hello again. I'm you won't remember me as I haven't posted a single experience yet. I took Gillian's advice and did a lot more reading and found that there are a wide range of stories and that you welcome any that do not cross the line. I think my experiences stay within the guidelines and I would like to post some of them. If I am wrong, then I'm sorry for diverting your attention and taking up space.

Leah
gagchick@hotmail.com

Wed Jul 01 18:05:58 1998

JD

Thanks for the explanation. I live north of your
border and so far our political types have tried to
target the Internet. Still inbreeding is a real problem among politicians so I suspect the idea will crop up.

Leah:

Looking forward to seeing your stories. Are you the same Leah I've seen on Royler's page?

Best,

Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com

Wed Jul 01 18:10:31 1998

All,

Sorry my previous note should have read -
out political typres haven't tried -

Apologies.

Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com

Thu Jul 02 00:05:02 PDT 1998

(Part 1 of 6)

In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks at my Aunt Jean's house. This would be the second year in a row that I have been to Aunt Jean's, and for those of you who have read the earlier installments which dealt with the previous summer (see my posts dated Feb 10, March 2, April 5 and April 28), you'd know that I returned with high hopes of resuming the bondage games with my cousins Donna, now 12, Shirley, 10, and George, 6, as well as the neighboring kids, Becca, 13, and her brother Jim, 11. I wasn't disappointed.
Just after breakfast on Monday morning, my oldest cousin Keith took George with him on a trip to buy a new drive chain for George's bike; while Donna, Shirley and I went over to Becca's house. During the winter, my cousins had made a new friend, a raven-haired girl named Karen who went with us to Becca's. Once there, the girls frolicked in the pool, while Jim and I--feeling a little outnumbered--caught up on recent events in our lives. Although both Jim and I were also clad in our bathing suits, we were happily diverted from swimming by Jim's brand new comic book collection, which he eagerly showed me.
After spending a few hours talking about and reading comics with Jim, Becca abruptly charged into the room with one arm behind her back. She smiled at me, then produced a water pistol from behind her back and pointed it at us. "Neither of you make a sound," Becca ordered.
"Uh-oh," Jim said, as he raised his hands in the air.

Doug
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Knot_Buster@hotmail.com

Thu Jul 02 00:17:39 PDT 1998

(part 2 of 6)

Shortly after I arrived, Donna and Shirley had explained to me that raising one's hands in the air was now the way a captive let everybody know that he or she was willing to play without breaking the "reality" of the game. So I quickly put my hands up, as well.
Donna appeared behind Becca with several lengths of rope in her hands. "Did you get him?" When she saw that both Jim and I had been "captured", she laughed and said, "It's gonna get crowded down there."
When I stood up, Donna pulled my hands behind my back and tied them together at the wrists. Once my hands were securely bound, Donna then made me sit down on the edge of the bed while she tied Jim's hands behind his back. "Who else is tied up?" I asked.
"You'll see soon enough," Donna replied.
Jim and I were brought downstairs to the basement rec room, where I saw a bizarre sight. Shirley and Karen sat talking on the carpeted floor. The bizarre thing about this scene was, Karen was bound hand and foot with rope. She wore shorts over her one piece bathing suit, and sat chatting amicably with Shirley--her captor--about a TV show she had seen the previous night.
They both burst into laughter when Jim and I made a big show of pretending to be shoved onto the floor and rolling around with anguished groaning.
"Are you sure you don't wanna gag them?" Becca muttered, as she regarded her brother and me with disdain.

Thu Jul 02 00:21:32 PDT 1998

(Part 3 of 6)

Donna shook her head as she started tying Jim's legs together. It turned out that the only tape Becca had was a plastic coated brand that was too thin to be effective as a gag. "But you can use handkerchiefs," Donna suggested. "Or scarves."
"Make sure they're clean," Karen told Becca, as the latter went to get them.
"Oh yeah?!" Becca retorted. She quickly bent down and tickled Karen's bound bare feet.
She returned with folded scarves, and handed one to Shirley and Donna, who used them to gag Karen and Jim, respectively. I had been sitting on the floor in a cross-legged position, and Becca knelt down and cleave-gagged me with the scarf. While still sitting upright, I stretched my legs out before me so that Becca could bind them together at the knees and ankles--in the exact same fashion of how my fellow captives, Jim and Karen, were bound.
As soon she finished tying me, Becca leaned over and happily said, "Welcome back, Doug! It hasn't been the same without ya!" Then she tickled my feet for good measure. I jokingly growled at her under my gag.
Donna stood up and gave us captives her customary final inspection of our bonds.
Then, Shirley blurted out, "Oooo! Doug hasn't seen it, yet!"
Becca showed me a sheet of paper that she retrieved from a folder on the table. It read, "We have Doug. No cops. We will call you." Instead of writing the words out by hand, they were formed from clippings of letters from various publications, just like a real ransom note. Becca gave me a proud little smile as I marveled at the note.

Doug

Thu Jul 02 00:25:55 PDT 1998

(Part 4 of 6)

"Wow, you did a nice job," I said through my gag (scarves weren't as effective as tape when it came to completely gagging a captive; although my words were mangled, I could still be understood).
"She made up ransom notes for all of us," Donna told me. "But she hasn't written one for herself."
"I'm not going to kidnap myself," Becca said, by way of dismissing the subject. After the customary gloating you would expect of captors, Becca, Donna and Shirley left us alone to our horrible fate in the rec room.
We merely sat there for a few minutes until Karen said, "So what happens now?" Through her cleave gag, it came out sounding like, "O wha appens noh?"
"E ut our elves oose!" Jim informed her. (Non-gag translation: "We cut ourselves loose!")
I burst into giggles at the absurdity of the situation. I saw Karen's shoulders start shaking,
then she joined me in full blown hysterics when Jim asked, "Wha with im?"
Taking as much of this as I could, I laid down on the floor and rolled my body across the carpet like a human rolling pin. This only produced more peals of laughter from Karen and now Jim. I kept rolling until I bumped into Karen's feet, which she pulled away from me with a muffled squeal, as if I were going to somehow tickle them.
With a grunt, I got back up into a sitting position. I was facing Karen, who, still giggling, stared at me with a wide-eyed, apprehensive look. "We have to sit back to back," I told her, "so we can untie each other's hands."

Doug

Thu Jul 02 00:29:50 PDT 1998

(Part 5 of 6)

Of course, you can probably guess what that sounded like through my gag. The result was that Karen and Jim cracked up once more. I was initially annoyed at having my escape attempt fail thanks to--of all things--laughter, but then I couldn't help but burst into hysterics again when Becca came back downstairs and angrily said, "What the hell are you laughing about?"
Donna and Shirley also returned, and they joined Becca in staring incredulously at their mirthful captives. "I realize this is supposed to be a game," Becca muttered, "but couldn't you guys take it a little more seriously?"
"No," Jim said plaintively through his gag, and we erupted again. This time Donna and Shirley were grinning broadly, and even Becca's cold mask of disapproval melted into a puzzled smile.
Donna finally came over to me, pulled down my gag, and asked, "What's going on?"
"We're just trying to make an escape attempt," I told her sweetly.
Shirley remarked, "If I knew they were gonna have this much fun, I would have wanted to be tied up, too."
"It's still not too late," Donna muttered.
Donna and Becca exchanged a glance, then they pounced on Shirley. I noticed that Shirley didn't put up too much of a fight as Becca tied her hands behind her back.
"Hi, Doug," Shirley chirped happily as Donna made her lay down on the floor next to me. It took Donna barely a minute to bind her sister's legs together at the knees and ankles.

Doug

Thu Jul 02 00:33:40 PDT 1998

(Part 6 of 6)

Becca stood behind Donna with a length of rope in her hands and a devious smile on her face. When Becca abruptly ordered Donna to put her hands behind her back, Donna casually asked, "So where's your water pistol?"
Becca muttered a curse as both she and Donna broke into a mad dash for the coffee table. Donna actually grabbed the water pistol first, but dropped it when Becca tickled her stomach. Becca then picked it up and pointed it triumphantly at Donna.
It was at this moment that Becca and Jim's mother called us to dinner. Of course, just when the game was really getting interesting....
Another rule which had been formally adopted in my absence during the winter was that if a captive didn't free themselves within a certain amount of time during a game, he or she would be freed--although the captive would lose the game. In other words, Karen, Jim, Shirley, Donna and I were still considered captives and had to start the next game as such, whenever it took place.
You can bet that Becca reminded us of this as she and Donna reluctantly untied everybody. We agreed that she would run the next game, which will be detailed in another exciting installment, coming soon to this very web site. Thanks for reading.

Doug
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Knot_Buster@Hotmail.com

Thu Jul 2 01:12:17 PDT 1998

PRIS0NERS OF WAR

When I was 14 a new weapon came into our lives:The Super Soaker:This was a water
weapon that compared to the original water pistol the way a bb gun compares to a AK-47 or an UZI. It carried about twenty times the amount of water as an ordinary water gun. It had to be held in two hands. As a result a great many people in their teens begune to play a more sophisticated version of war.We let the little kids play with us because they made great cannon fodder.

Enter my cousin Cindy.She lived about 70 miles from us up in the California foothills.
Her Mom my Aunt Cathy, had a ranch and Cindy grew up with horses. Working in the ranch’s stables, she soon knew all about knots and loved to show off her skill.She was 15, a year older than I and had brown hair rather my mom’s family trademark redhair. She was tall and weighed about 100 pounds. My aunt drove her down to spend a week with us and soon she acquired a super soaker and was an enthusiastic soldier in our games.

Our main theater of operations was a large regional park near my home. It has a
jogging\hiking trail but otherwise was pretty deserted except for a playground at one
end.Occaonaly the battle spread into our homes and backyards but this was unusual.
A couple of our participants had homes which bordered the park.Sean was one of
them.There was small sheetmetal storehouse in Sean;s backyard which made a great H.Q.

Sean had loosened a couple of fence boards so we had direct access to the park.Both sides flipped each day to see which side Sean would be on because of the strategic Advantage this gave them. (Can you pick up I’m interested in military history?)
One day the toss put me on the side that did not have Sean’s house, and Cindy on the side that did.Cindy, (I found out later) Made a suggestion: Prisoners should be taken-which had not been done till now.It was squirt,squirt, and you were dead.

dudalb

Thu Jul 2 01:13:46 PDT 1998

At this time I was going steady with a girl for the first time. Her name, for the purposes of this story will be Steffi .Her real name was equally Germanic because she was from
Germany. Her mother and father were divorced, her mother than married a US Army
Sergeant who brought his bride back to the U.S. Steffi was eight at the time, but now she was fourteen and spoke perfect English though with a marked - but rather pleasent-accent. Otherwise she had been thoroughly Americanized and californized.She was blond and looked like a young Merle Streep.I was a little nervous about having a girlfriend (I think most boys are with their first girlfriend) and was very careful about not offending her.No, I had not tried to tie her up for that very reason. However my cousin intervened.

Steffi and I were a team in our ‘War”. It was accepted we would be on the same team.

Steffi enjoyed the game as well as any boy. As a matter of fact it was almost a 50-50 split in participants.

Steffi and I were the two oldest, so we took the point.We knew the other side were
setting up an ambush so we decided to try to find them before they found us.Only problem was were not as alert as we should have been.

We were dressed in standard California casual summer dress,Trunks and shirts. We
walked into a clearing and saw Ourselves surrounded.We waited for the inevitable streams of water for so far the battle cry of this war was taken straight from Lawrence of Arabia:”NO PRISONERS!” Instead Cindy stepped out and announced we were Prisoners of war and to drop our Super soakers. Steffi looked at me for guidance..Should we Surrender or go down fighting? I admit that knowing Sean and Cindy I knew that being taken prisoner would almost certainly involved being tied up .I Looked at Steffi and couldn’t resist. “I guess as part of the game we Surrender” I said.So we dropped our Soakers and raised our hands.Needless to say they didn’t stay raised -or free-very long

DUDALB

Thu Jul 2 01:20:00 PDT 1998

It came as no surprise to me when Cindy and Sean both out pulled lengths of clothesline from their pockets and instructed us to put our hands behind us. Steffi gave a smile and said “We are really going to be prisoners yes?” (She still used the occasional Germanism in her English). “Looks Like it’ I said , as I crossed my hands behind me. Steffi hesitated for about five seconds, then crosses her wrists behind her .Cindy begun binding my hands while Sean tied Steffi’s behind her. About two minutes later they were done. I tested the ropes and knew it would be major task to get loose. Cindy was very precise with her Knots. And I knew Sean had done a equal job on Steffi’s wrists. Both our wrist were tied in a cross position with the knots unreachable by our fingers.Cindy asked us if we were in any pain. We both said no.Steffi said,”It should be interesting to be a prisoner of war.” I can remember exactly what Steffi said because her English was so precise and proper. It was a little the scene in “My Fair Lady”where the Hungarian professor detects that Eliza Doolittle is a fraud because her English is too good. I noticed that Steffi was moving her hands, as if still surprised that her wrists were tightly bound behind her.

“Now that you have tied us up, what is next?” Steffi asked . Cindy replied by ordering
Sean to scout the jogging trail for joggers or hikers..Cindy then reached into a small
backpack one of the younger kids was wearing and pulling out a roll of adhesive tape.
“Gagging you and Dudalb so you can’t summon your troops to help”CIndy said.She then added, ‘Don’t worry,Mein Liebchen,it won’t hurt when we take it off.” Cindy liked Steffi, but could’nt resist a gentle joke on her German background,She cut off a six inch strip and pressed it down over Steffi’s lips. She did the same to me and Now Steffi and I were both bound and gagged and in the hands of the enemy.

TO BE CONTINUED

DUDALB

Thu Jul 2 01:24:00 PDT 1998

Doug; Nice to have you back!I still find it hard to believe that the grownups never found out what was going on or maybe they did and thought it was just kids playing cops and robbers. hopefully you are going to get even with Becca.I am working my way slowly toward my own Summer of Bondage tale(it was the summer after the one I'm telling tales from now).I'll reach it in time. You've already met some of the people involved (My Mom, Cousin Cindy, and Steffi) but there are more to come.

To All American Readers : Happy 4th of July\Independence Day!

To All British Readers No Hard Feelings
Just Kidding!

It might be few days before I conclude Prisoners of War;but I wanted to get it started.

DUDALB

Thu Jul 02 16:52:18 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Sorry about the delay in posting. Ok, here goes:

I was 17 and very much out of work. I loved to buy clothes, as many teenagers do. As a result I had to spend at least a couple nights a week babysitting. I didn't mind the babysitting part, but it meant that I would have not be able to go out on those nights. Resigned to my fate, I took a job babysitting a family that lived down the road from us. The parents went out often and the children were used to babysitters. I had my doubts about babysitting four children, all of whom were 10 or older. There were two boys and two girls. For this story I will give them different names. Maureen, the oldest at 14, vehemently disagreed with the need for a babysitter. But most 14 year olds would. Dan was 13, Marie was 12 and Mike was 10. It seemed to me that they were older enough to take care of themselves, but it was not my place to say. Besides, I needed the money. After some thought, I realized this would be easy. They would most likely wander off to their own rooms or watch television, leaving me to catch up on some studying. Mr. and Mrs. Smith (couldn't think of anything better) prepared to leave telling the children to behave and not to give me any trouble. They all promised they wouldn't and Mr. and Mrs. Smith left. As I had predicted, they all went their separate ways. I sat down on the couch and began to study. After about 20 minutes, I heard a commotion coming from upstairs. It sounded like someone was arguing. I rushed upstairs and towards the sound. I entered the room and saw that all the children had gathered in the room. Marie and Mike were fighting about something as Maureen and Dan looked on. I asked Maureen why she had done nothing to stop the fight and she replied airily, its not my job. I decided that I would have to break these two up myself. At 17 I was finished growing taller and I had only managed to reach 5'3". I weighed about 110 lbs. The only person on the room shorter than me was Mike. I was obvious

Leah
gagchick@hotail.com

Thu Jul 02 16:55:09 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

(continued)

going to have to use my rank to break this up. I stepped between the two and they immediately stopped shouting. A stupid grin slide across Mike's face and Marie face reflected it. I turned as I heard the door close. Maureen was leaning against it with a pillowcase in her hand. Dan was standing beside her with several pieces of rope in his hand. At a nod from Maureen, they all pounced. Mike and Marie grabbed my arms and held them back. Maureen brought the pillowcase down over my head. I started to struggle as the three pulled me to the floor. Under Maureen's direction they tied my wrists palm to palm. They tied my elbows so tight that they touched. By now I was making quite a bit of noise. Maureen pulled off the pillowcase. As I opened my mouth to protest Maureen shoved the pillowcase into my mouth. Once lodged between my teeth I could not control it. Maureen pushed and pushed on the cloth until all but a couple inches of it were in my mouth. My cheeks bulged and I feared I would choke. But Maureen showed no mercy. She produced a roll of duct tape from her pocket and slapped on two wide pieces, making an X over my mouth. I yelled into the gag, but it was quite effective. They tied my ankles and knees together, rendering my legs useless. The four of them picked me up and carried me downstairs. They brought me to the kitchen and sat me in a chair. It was an armless, wooden chair that was not very comfortable. They wrapped several loops around my stomach, thighs and ankles and secured them to the chair. They sat there and enjoyed the fact that someone older was helpless. But soon Dan, Marie and Mike began to lose interest and decided to return to what they were doing before. Only Maureen remained. She looked at me with a smirk and said something to the effect of 'some babysitter you are.' She also lost interest and left me alone in the kitchen. I tested the ropes and quickly found out that I wasn't going anywhere. So I decided to review what had happened. (...)

Leah
gagchick@hotmail.com

Thu Jul 02 16:58:24 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

(continued)

(...) The attack had been organized, everything had been done quickly with little struggle. I assumed the fight had been a diversion. Maureen had directed everyone during the tie up and seemed to enjoy it much more than any of the others. I could not understand why Maureen would do this. Had I inadvertently done something to her? Maureen and the other children returned. They untied the rope attaching me to the chair and brought me into the livingroom. They laid me face down on the floor and tied my hands to my ankles. One of the boys commented on how he had seen something exactly like this in a movie about a bank robbery. They left me alone to wiggle around as they all watched T.V. I had almost removed the tape covering my mouth when Maureen approached. Seeing the tape starting to peel, she left and returned with the roll of tape and a scarf. She put on two more pieces of tape, then tied the scarf very tightly around my head. I made little gag noises and much to my embarrassment I had started to drool slightly. I'm not sure how much time elapsed, but the children started getting tired. One by one they wandered off to bed, until only Maureen was left. Maureen went to the kitchen and I wondered what else she could possibly do. She came and untied the hogtie and dragged me to the couch. She pulled me onto the couch and sat me down. She took out a piece of paper and began writing on it. When she had finished she took a piece of duct tape and stick it to the paper. She stuck the paper to my forehead and went upstairs to bed. I had gotten sweaty and tired struggling, so now I rested and waited for Mr. and Mrs. Smith to get back. They were both shocked when they found me sitting on the couch, bound and gagged with a note on my forehead. They untied me as fast as they could, saying things like 'they are normally good kids' and 'I don't know what got into them.' I was tired and stiff, so I kept my comments to myself. They made their apologies and paid me (...)

Leah
gagchick@hotmail.com

Thu Jul 02 17:00:43 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

(continued)

(...) as I was leaving. My boyfriend and I had played around like that before, but having it done to me involuntarily but youngsters was not so pleasant. But I did enjoy it somewhat. Well, that was my first babysitting adventure. I had some more later on. I hope you liked it. I wanted to say how great your stories are and to keep them coming! Bye for now!

Leah
gagchick@hotmail.com

Thu Jul 2 17:57:30 CDT 1998

Leah,
Without raising the issue of gender discussions, why would a girl have a e-mail account under the name gagchick@hotmail.com? With all due respect, it sounds like a name a guy would choose (if he wanted to post under a girl's name). There is another female on Brian's page that uses the e-mail cheertied1@aol.com for a tied up former cheerleader according to her. Honestly, those e-mail names make us wonder about who is exactly posting these stories. Please explain to us why you would choose such a name. We're curious.

P.S. You must have an awfully large mouth to be able to hold an entire pillowcase in it. And those kids must have been sadists to tie your elbows together so they touch. A most incredible story.

Thu Jul 02 16:50:20 Pacific Daylight Time 1998

Re: "Brooke"
He/she posted to either this page or Bob's a while back, with a rather hard-to-believe babysitter story. When her gender was questioned, another posting claimed to be from someonw who knows Brooke, and vouching for her being a female.
Subsequently, though, someone else posted, indicating that he knew "Brooke" to be a man, and that he had foreknowledge of Brooke's intention to post the story, and also to offer the second post under another name to "verify" the first. Make of that what you will; the initial stories at the "Cheerleading" site are cute, but could very easily have been written by a guy.
I realize gender issues are tricky, but we all enjoy reading "true" stories here: there are plenty of sites for fiction.

Thu Jul 2 19:16:00 PDT 1998

PRISONERS OF WAR II

Steffi looked at me and mmmphed(I could swear she mmphed with a German accent) She was a lot like my mom a few weeks ago (see previous post) and didn’t realize at first how effectively she was gagged.After a few attempts she realized that she had lost use of speech until she was untagged. Sean returned and stated the coast was clear ‘No trouble, no sound from you two ‘Cindy said, back in the role of enemy commander, “Or you be sorry” as she patted her soaker. “

‘Now MARCH1” We were led to the trail, down if for about 100 yards and went off to a side path that I recognized as leading to Sean’s backyard. I wondered where my troops were. (as a matter of fact they were still waiting for us to return. My 11 year old sister was in charge and decided to wait until further instructions which with me and Steffi bound, gagged and prisoners of the company were not forthcoming. In the real military this is called a failure of initiative.)

Cindy bark was worse then her bite. Despite her harsh tone at the beginning of the march she was helping Steffi up over low branches and other obstacles I was used to moving around with my hands tied and did’nt need any help.We came to the fence, and Sean pushed away the loose fenceboards and we were guided through and into the steel shack.

We were told to sit on some boxes and keep quiet. Being gagged with adhesive tape Steffi and I did’nt have much choice.

Sean said his mom was at work and the basement would make a great POW camp. Cindy agreed. We were walked over to the house,through the kitchen and were at the basement door when Meg, Sean’s older sister came down. She took one look and went over to Steffi “Are you ok?Just playing a game?”Meg asked .Meg had not seen Steffi involved with one our tie up games before. Steffi nodded.

Thu Jul 2 19:23:03 PDT 1998

Later she told me that once she was over the shock of being actually tightly but not
painfully bound and gagged she begun to regard the whole thing as an adventure and had begun to enjoy it. She was intelligent enough to realize that nothing really dangerous was going to happen.

Meg said, “Well now you know what I have to go through with these kids!” And told
Sean she was going to play red cross and see the prisoners were humanly treated ie.that we were safe and in no pain. With that we were led down to the basement.
Sean’s basement was relatively empty. We were ordered to sit down on the floor with our feet out in front.We obeyed and my ankles were tied together. by Sean. Cindy did the same to Steffi’s ankles. At this point Sean suggested hogtieing us. Cindy overruled him.

She later told me that while she had no hesitation about hogtieing me. she felt that
hogtieing Steffi would be far too tough on Steffi for her first time as a prisoner.
Instead Cindy suggested that I be tied to one of the posts on the foot of the stair way
and Steffi be tied across the room to a post that ran down from the wall. That should keep us from be able to work on each others bonds. Cindy and the rest of the kids dragged me over to the stairway seated me on a step, and wrapped rope around my upper body binding me tightly to one of the stairway posts. Cindy went over to Steffi, gently helped her up and hopped her over to the post. Steffi was seated then a rope tied tightly around her waist and arms binding her to the post.

“That Should hold you” Cindy said, “The Red Cross will be checking in every ten minutes to be sure your all right. Now I will go wipe out the rest of your army.which should be pretty easy with all the leadership tied and gagged down here. Bye, dudalb, Auf Wiederschein, Steffi:’ (Lucky for Cindy that Steffi had a sense of humor about being from Germany).

dudalb

Fri Jul 03 02:31:00 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

hi again! I'm sorry for the confusion. When I chose my email address I did not think it through fully. The name does refer to myself, as I enjoy being gagged. I would not call the children sadists, but it was a bit rough. Although, I am pretty flexible. To answer an earlier question, no I have not posted on Royler's page. This is not the first time I've been asked, so I think I should take a look. I hope I have answered your questions. Good nite!

Leah

Fri Jul 03 07:21:38 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

What is the URL for the cheerleading page that was mentioned a few entrys ago?

Thanks, J.T.

J.T.

Fri Jul 03 10:52:02 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

To the poster of "Thu Jul 2 17:57:30 CDT 1998" who wouldn't even give a screen name and criticized Leah:

1) Use a screen name. Not using one makes me think that you have the audacity of thinking you are speaking for everyone. You only speak for ignorant judgemental people who will accuse people of something without doing one bit of research. If you had done any research, you would not have posted what you did.

2) I tried a "Thick" pillowcase in my mouth which is not big, and it worked exactly as Leah said.

3) If you knew anything about analyzing writing, you would know from the focus and choice of words of Leah's writings that this was feminine.

4) It's obvious that Leah got a hotmail account just to post to this page. She obviously went to a lot of trouble and spent some time working up her courage to post here, only to run into ignorant judgemental people like you.

5) Shakespere once said something like "it is better to remain quiet and be considered a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt". That might be good advice.

Charlie B.

Fri Jul 3 11:27:38 CDT 1998

Charlie B.,
I am afraid the fool did open his mouth, but probably not in the way that you intended. Consider the following:

1) Anyone can post on the Internet with almost absolute immunity. Many men post as women in sexually-oriented pages like this one. Gillian tracked down and exposed one on the college/university page on Canuck's site. An earlier poster on Bob's page penned a story under the name Elaine and accidentally put his own in one of the posts. It is rare that a woman would be interested in this site, but not impossible. Leah could be a female, but there is no absolute way of checking. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, it would certainly be a reasonable question to ask on why she would use an e-mail name that suggests her sexual interest. Guys generally post under some pseudo name that does not show such orientation. To her credit, Leah answered the poster's question very forthrightly.

2) Posting under no name is hardly any different than posting under some pen-name which can be changed at a moments notice. For all you or anyone knows, all the posts on this page could be from one source. Criticizing a poster for the lack of a name might be appropriate if everyone shared their true name and address for verification. If that is what you want, I suggest you go first. We'll all follow - really.

Fri Jul 3 11:35:01 CDT 1998

3) Rereading the poster's comments, I failed to see how you assumed the poster was attacking Leah in a malicious manner. It seemed more inquisitive than anything else. Even if the poster was questioning Leah's truthfulness, they are certainly entitled to their opinion. Maybe you should rethink your own judgmental approach. You sound like the person who claims the earth is flat, and then condemns all that suggest it might be spherical.

4) While the poster did write some sentences in the plural form, you do not know that they were not representing more than one person - you assumed it. This is just what you condemned them for - assuming something. You also might consider they might have multiple personalities and therefore the plural form might be most appropriate. Perhaps we should assign them the name Sybil.

5) To read Leah's post and conclude from it that the writer was obviously female is the most incredible feat of writing analysis that I have ever observed. You must work for the judicial system. If not, go apply immediately. As a simple reader, I am unaware of the ability to uncover a gender so readily.

Fri Jul 3 11:40:25 CDT 1998

6) I would have to agree with the anonymous poster that the story did make the children look quite sadistic. I have yet to see anyone in the mainstream media ever publish a work (TV, movie, etc.) with anyone's elbows tied together. This is an act that appears to be relegated to the bondage industry. It certainly raises some doubt about the story's complete truthfulness, but let's not quibble over that. I'm sure that most stories on this page are embellished to some degree. An extraordinary amount of stories involve the stuffing of something into someone's mouth to keep them quiet. I would agree with an earlier poster that this is a dangerous practice among adults (possibility of choking), much less for children. Again though, we must withhold judgment, as the people on this page do not represent a cross-section of people in general. It's just interesting to consider.

Charlie, the quoting of Shakespeare does not make your argument stronger. Anyone can quote Shakespeare to suit their needs. In this case, you might consider "...for whom the bell tolls, it may toll for you."

As I don't want to upset you (and so you have some fictional character to attack), let's just assign a random penname like...

William

Fri Jul 3 10:34:08 PDT 1998

I came here to post the next installment of Prisoners of War but find another controversy raging.
topic) I don't mind dsicussions on these pages when it concerns something like the page's standards, but I think to try to determine the truth or falsehood of a story is a waste of time.I have my doubts about Leah's story, but am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

And I strongly disapprove of trying to track someone's idenity down via the internet. The privacy of this page is one of its appeals,and if a person is posting false stories they will fall of their own weight.On something I'm willing to play cop for this site in some areas but the truth or falsehood of a story is not one of them.

dudalb

Fri Jul 03 13:54:14 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

I have given my email address in the past, but here it is again. That is a real email address I have had for 3 years. I hope this isn't a mistake.

Again, I admit I over-reacted, but we sure seem to be giving posters a hard time here in the past two weeks. I used to really enjoy this page, but it desn't seem like something I want to be part of anymore. It takes a lot of courage to post anything on the internet, much less something that shows your quirky vulnerable side. To ask someone to overcome the fear of posting, then to make them defend themselves seems like a sure way to limit the positng to a few bold people.

I stand by my gender analysis of Leah's writing. I've worked with people in local law enforcement, a private detective agency, and a friend in the DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency), and believe from what I have learned, that there is a 60-80% chance that Leah is female. I proved the pillowcase therory, that the nameless inquisitor failed to do before giving the Leah the third degree.

My deepest regret is that I contributed to the hostile environment that has started taking over this page that will make it difficult for shy people to post to this page. If you want this page to thrive, you've got to make newcomers feel welcome. I've seen many open organizations that have formed such a tight clique, that while they profess to welcome newcomers, they create a hostile environment that will make newcomers feel unwelcome in a subtile way. If that's what you want, go ahead. Hostility is not what I want to be known for, and I regret what my sometimes over-zealous passion for defending others has led me to do here. I sincerely apologize for the tone of my previous post, but not the content.

Charlie B.
charlie@gdi.net

Fri Jul 3 11:15:11 PDT 1998

Prisoners of War III

After Cindy left, Steffi begun furiously pulling at her ropes. This of course, was
useless.She was still at it when Meg came down to check on us. “You’ll won’t get loose that way” Meg said. “God knows Sean has tied me up enough times so I know.”

Steffi stopped and just sat back in her bonds to think.I had made a few tests but had
pretty much decided that the only way we had a chance of getting loose was to get into a position where we could work on each other’s hands. With Steffi and I tied to posts at opposite ends of the room this seemed unlikely.Then I noticed they made one mistake in tying Steffi to the Post:the knot in the rope binding her arms and waist to the point had been tied to the side of the post instead of behind the post.If Steffi stretched the lower parts of her arms (her upper arms were bound to the post) she could reach the knot with her wrist. But Being gagged I couldn’t tell her that and thought she was too inexperienced to find this out on her own. Steffi was a very smart girl but schools don’t give courses in being an escape artist.

But Steffi surprised me.She suddenly begun slowly testing all her ropes. And she was
doing it in an methodical , precise, way trying to find knots..I begun mmmphing trying to get her attention so I could Pantomime to her where the knot was. But I had just begun when Steffi fournd the knot and begun working on it.

It took about five minutes but the knot came undone and Steffi tested her ropes and
found she could slip out of the rope binding her to the post.At this point I begun really
trying to make noise and motion to start crawling toward me.She immediately grasped the idea. But instead of crawling she stood up and begun hopping toward me.In about two minutes she reached me, hopped up on the step I was seated on and sat down. She then turned her body so We could work on each others hands.

dudalb

Fri Jul 3 12:47:29 PDT 1998

It took about fifteen minutes but I managed to untie Steffi’s hands. She pulled off the tape gag and said, slightly surprised, “It did not hurt when I took the tape off”.Steffi had been taught ‘Proper” English by a private tutor and did not use contractions. This made her sound at times like a Teutonic version of the Heroine from the John Wayne Classic
“True Grit”She untied her ankles and then un gagged and untied me. “Now what do we do next?” Steffi said. I was about to suggest that we find our soakers and try a desperate Counterattack (I was going to say just like Germans in the Battle of the Bulge but caught myself in time; Steffi was willing to take some kidding about her being German, but any nazi references ,however inadvertent would be way over the line) But the door opened and in marched Cindy and Sean. Behind her walked my 11 year old sister with her hands tied behind her. She was ungagged. I immediately assumed she was the only survivor of my forces and been taken alive just so Cindy could proclaim her side’s victory to me and Steffi. Cindy was surprised to see us free. “How”....she begun. I said, ‘You were sloppy when you tied Steffi to the post.She got loose and untied me.”

Cindy was surprised that someone who had never been tied up before had worked herself free. My sister was untied and we decided it was a draw. Cindy had won the military victory but Steffi’s and my escape gave us a moral victory.Later that day Steffi and I found out from Sean the the additional of POW’s to our game had been Cindy’s idea. This made her the target of retaliation from Steffi and I. But that is another post

dudalb

Fri Jul 3 12:48:08 PDT 1998

Charlie B.to quote Darth Vader 'Apology Accepted"
I am concerned a couple of trolls have now moved onto this website(A troll is internet slang for someone who likes to start fights in newsgroups and on websites, and makes posts just in order to do so.)THe best thing to do is just ignore them and they will go away.
Sorry about the double post. THis page seemed to be acting funny this morning.
TO the regulars: please note my previous story was about a Tie up game with kids my own age!NO grown ups involved!(Tales of grownup being tied up by kids seemed to be my speciality, I've decided to expand my Horizons...)
Happy fourth of July all.

dudalb

Fri Jul 03 17:08:21 1998

I'd just like to say that I think this site is great and a good concept. Thanks to everbody who posts stuff! I don't have any appropriate stories, but I do enjoy reading them.

Dorren

Fri Jul 03 23:35:23 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Hi Folks!

Good stories chaps (and chap-ess).

Let's try to be a bit more welcoming to new posters. I know I have an antisocial habit of putting people's e-mail addresses through search engines to try to find out a bit more about them. (Not to unmask, just to see if they have a life outside this page...) It's a bit OTT to give a new contributor like Leah a roasting like that though.

I understand the insecurity. Way back in the early 1980's when I was doing my PhD, I used to enjoy occasional "talk mode" sessions from my terminal. We had a regular women's chat session, and there were occasional male interlopers using "borrowed" login-IDs belonging to women. Our standard greeting to a new visitor was "What's your height/weight/dress size/shoe size?". Guaranteed to smoke out fake females. (You may need to be female to understand why though...)

However, let's try to be a bit more trusting. After all, I'm so panicky about keeping my real identity secret that I don't even publish an e-mail address at all, but nobody seems to mind.

Gillian B

Fri Jul 03 23:36:28 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Dudalb - No hard feelings about 4 July. So happy Independence Day - but don't forget what we did to the White House in 1814!

Keith and JD - Discussion about 10 days ago. JD dropped my name into the discussion about childhood (and later) reactions to (and obsessions with) tied up females on TV. Most - if not all - the male contributors around here seem to like fictures of damsels in distress in one way or another. My perspective is a bit different. I tend to identify with the damsel, and my reaction is usually somewhere on a scale between "Ouch! Poor thing!" to "That looks fun to try." (My reaction to most hardcore pictures is just "Yuk!") The picture/film/scene is never in itself exciting - it all depends on the way I identify with the character. I guess women tend to identify with women characters. (BTW Hello again JD - any more tales to tell?)

Gillian B

Fri Jul 03 23:40:13 GMT Daylight Time 1998

I've just posted a story to the College page. It's a bit off topic even there, but you might like it - go have a look anyway.

Gillian B

Fri Jul 3 16:29:25 PDT 1998

Gillian B. This will be short:My wife are on the way out the door to see Bruce Willis and the Good old USA save the world from a Asteroid the size of Texas in "ARMAGGEDON" but I can't help responding to your War of 1812 jibe.
Yeah, you guys burned down the White House but don't forget what happened a few Months later on News Year Eve 1814
"IN 1814 WE TOOK A LITTLE TRIP,
ALONG WITH ANDY JACKSON DOWN THE MIGHTY MISSISIP
WE TOOK A LITTLE BACON AND WE TOOK A LITTLE BEAN,
AND WE FOUGHT THE BLOODY BRITISH IN THE TOWN OF NEW ORLEANS
WE FIRED OUR GUNS AND THE BRITISH KEPT A COMING
BUT WAS'NT AS MANY AS THERE WAS A WHILE AGO,
WE FIRED ONCE MORE AND THEY BEGUN A RUNNING,
DOWN THE MISSISIPPI TO THE GULF OF MEXICO"
Once again, No hard feelings!

dudalb

Sat Jul 04 02:38:03 PDT 1998

dudalb: "...I still find it hard to believe that the grownups never found out what was going on or maybe they did and thought it was just kids playing cops and robbers... "
Part of the fun with playing our bondage games was the fact that we were getting away with them right under the noses of the "dopey" adults. Or so we thought. Many years later, I've discovered that my Aunt Jean, along with Becca and Jimmy's mother--as well as my own parents--knew about the games all along. I'm certain the adults couldn't know we were playing a game every single time, but they were aware of our bondage games overall, and never said a word to us about it (at least not then). The general feeling was that we were just kids playing, and as long as we played safe and sane and didn't kill each other, we were left alone.
It's funny, because I remember how cautious we were in making sure that none of the adults even suspected what we were doing--and yet by the time of the previous story that I had just posted, we had nearly half the kids in my cousins' neighborhood playing the games with us (and my cousins and I would recruit even more eager players in my own neighborhood during the following summer). Although every player had been sworn to silence, we should have realized that it just wasn't humanly possible for that many people to keep a secret. But then, after playing these games for a while, I guess it just became second nature for us.
Welcome, Dorren. Thanks for your kind words.
And thanks Gillian. Now I'm paranoid about showing my e-mail address.

Doug
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Sat Jul 04 02:46:32 PDT 1998

There was supposed to be a "G" contained within brackets to show that I was kidding in my comment to Gillian. But this didn't show up on the post. Let's see if the "G" shows up now with a pair of asterisks: "And thanks Gillian. Now I'm paranoid about showing my e-mail address." *G*

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sat Jul 04 02:45:54 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hello. I have read and reread the comments since I posted my story and I came to this conclusion. There are too many wonderful people with wonderful experiences to relate for me to come in and draw attention from them. So after some thought, I decided it would be best for me not to post anymore of my experiences. I can only add my deepest apologies to Canuck and all the faithful contributors for causing such a stir.

Leah

Sat Jul 4 09:27:15 UTC+0100 1998

I've just been catching up on the page after being away for a while. Nice stories, but an incredible amount of un-necessary invective!

Time was when this site stood out as being polite and considerate even when there was disagreement. Look at Canuck's own words at the top of the page, "Don’t be abusive to others, people can disagree without resorting to that sort of thing."

I understand the caution expressed over Leah's story, but the way it was expressed was apalling. A consensus seems to have emerged that Leah is genuine and her story is OK for this page, but nobody has either apologised or welcomed her properly.

If nobody else will, I'll do it. (I haven't contributed much lately, but I've been around here for a while.) Hello Leah, that was a rotten welcome you received from some of the others. (Especially after your note that you'd taken the trouble to read through the archives first.) I hope I never see that happen to any other newcomer. Please feel free to post more.

Jon(McA)

Sat Jul 4 09:43:10 UTC+0100 1998

...and re your last posting, it wasn't you who caused the stir and not you who shhould be apologising.

Jon(McA)

Leah, please don't stop posting. I enjoyed your Story and would like to hear more. If everyone would think a little bit about your story it makes sense. I believe it is real and unembellished.

The oldest one was mad at having a babysitter so she took it out on you. That's why the children appeared so mean. The oldest was determined to make an example of you. I hope you reconsider not posting

Dave
Funseekr65@aol.com

Sat Jul 04 08:27:46 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

heres my story i was 14 and i was dating a girl a year older than me.One day i went to her house to watch a movie i forgot the name but there was a kidnap scene where a girl kidnaped a guy and tortured him. My gf was wearing a tanktop a minskirt and thigh-high leather boots. After that kidnap scene she asked if she could kidnap me. I was shocked and of course i said yes, she went into the basement and brought up some duct tape and ropes she asked me to put m hands behind her back and she then tied it with rope and also bound my ankles she had this evil grin on her face.She asked me to struggle as hard as i can but i was completly bound.She laughed histerically and later blindfoled me.I heard her calling her friends to come over on the phone and after 15-20mins i heard the door open and voices of famillar girls from my school i heard them giggle and 2 of them came over and tickled me i was like " yo who the fuck is that" my girlfriend said no swearing, the girls said fuck you too and told my girlfriend to gag me i heard the girls whisper to my gf to torture me or something, then i heard my gf unzipping her boots and she waved her sweaty socks over my nose and made me struggle like crazy and the girls were laughing out loud -- thats all for now i'll post more soon

Anon

Sat Jul 04 16:39:30 PDT 1998

I agree with Jon (McA) and Dave: Don't go away, Leah. Please stay and hang out a while.

Sat Jul 4 19:21:28 CDT 1998

Gillian,
Thanks for asking, but I've decided to pull out of this page. I had a short discussion with a few other posters about my concerns and I don't really see things improving. I'm afraid this page is going to become like Bob's used to, which is fine for some but it loses its innocence to me.

I wish you well.

JD

Sun Jul 5 14:37:58 UTC+0800 1998

JD,

Exactly what sort of postings would one expect to get when the main theme behind this forum is "Stories of Childhood/Teenhood Tie-up Games"??

You have to admit that there will be some kind of sexual content involving bondage and minors from posters. The very idea behind your forum betrays that fact. It is not as easy by simply stating "Please do not post anything of a sexual or pornographic nature."

It is also questionable how many of these "true stories" are actually true. We have read about Mums getting into the tie-up games with their teenagers. What do you figure is mummy's role here if not the thrill derived from these "bondage games"??

I wish you luck Jon. Bottom line here is you have no control (given the theme of your forum) to prevent questionable posts from appearing. At best you can remove them. If you can't deal with I suggest you pull this page down.

Regards,
Sonny Black

PS: This is not a flame of any kind just my frank opinions. Pull it down if it offends you.

Sonny Black
sonnyblack@rocketmail.com

Sun Jul 05 20:12:24 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo everyone!

Aren't we getting a little bit too paranoid these days? I don't see any use in trying to find out if someone is female or male or whether a story is true or fiction. As long as it is an interesting, believable and 'innocent' story, I will like it. It doesnot really matter if it actually happened or not. I had some incredible experiences in life which you might believe or not, so why shouldn't it happen to others as well. Pondering about the truth of a story or the sex of a poster is no good.

Leah - welcome to this page! Don't go away. Feel free to post more stories, I certainly would like to read them.

Jon - welcome back.

Enjoy the good stories and ignore the trolls!

Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Hi,
OK, I had a few replies (strictly private) in response to my first attempt, which wasn't liked by some. Encouraged by the private emails I had (thanks folks) I decided to try again. This is not the follow-up alluded to in my first story. On consideration, that wouldn't have been suitable for this page.

This story took place a little earlier, I suppose I was about 9 and my brother Alan was 20 months older. My best friend, Jenny, was the same age as me. The story takes place on one of those miserable rainy days in the long summer break from school, which were all the more depressing, because at that age, the long summers seemed always to be sunny and warm.

My parents had gone off to the nearest market town to do some shopping and Alan and I stayed home - this was in the 50s before rules about leaving children alone! Anyway, we were playing cards in the conservatory (a largely glass walled and roofed extension on the back of the house for those not familiar with the term). The cards were the kind children used to get from favourite aunts at Christmas, not normal playing cards. Each hand took only 5 minutes or so and we were playing for "points".

Eventually, Alan said this was really boring and suggested we play for "forfeits". "What forfeits?" I asked. "How about tie-ups?" he suggested, "The winner of each hand gets to tie one rope on the loser. The loser is the one who gets their hands tied first and the winner gets to keep them tied up for 15 minutes."

Since my points score was way better than Alan's, this sounded like a fair bet, so I agreed. We decided on four ties each, ankles, knees, gag and hands, so that should run each game out to half an hour plus the 15 minute tie up at the end. Our parents would be away for another couple of hours at least, so we should get a couple of games in.

Sue
suzie_james@hotmail.com

Well, things didn't quite go to (my) plan! The first game (as far as I can remember - though the result is accurate) went something like:

Hand 1 - I lose, Alan ties my ankles
2 - I win, I tie ALan's ankles
3 - I win, I tie Alan's knees
4 - I lose, Alan ties my knees
5 - I lose, Alan cleave gags me with a handkerchief
6 - I win, I gag Alan
7 - I lose, Alan ties my hands behind my back, I lose.

Alan then untied himself and took off my shoes and tickled my feet and my tummy - I squirmed and tried to tell him to stop but to no avail.

After the 15 minutes were up, Alan untied me and we decided to play again for me to get my revenge. Disaster! I won a couple of hands then lost four in a row and ended up tied again! This time Alan hog-tied me before he freed himself. Then he said, "Well, you're a fine opponent - I think you lose just to get tied up!" He sat quietly for a few minutes and then said "I bet I could tie myself up and we couple play escapes."

This didn't sound like a good idea - but my gag (tape this time) prevented me from arguing the point. I watched as he made a "noose" (sorry, I don't know what else to call it, like the hangman's noose on the westerns) and tied the loose end to the rope I'd tied round his ankles. He then tape gagged himself and wriggled to get his hands into the noose. He managed this and a sharp pull of his feet tightened it round his wrists, effectively hog-tying himself.

We lay on the floor for a while and then signalled to each other that we should escape. Well, 10 minutes struggling later, we realised that my knots were too tight to undo and Alan's noose round his wrists had locked itself - we were stuck! Now I know it was stupid - but we all do stupid things sometimes. We had managed to pull our tape gags off but that was as far as we could get. We lay there discussing what to tell our parents when they came home and found us.

Sue
suzie-james@hotmail.com

Fortunately, it didn't come to that. We'd been lying on the floor for about half an hour when Jenny came to call for me unexpectedly. Getting no answer from the front door, she came around the back because she knew the bell wasn't to easy to hear in the conservatory. She saw us on the floor and came in, laughing. As she untied me, she asked me what had happened. "What would you have told your parents?" she asked. We told her we hadn't worked that out yet and I went over to untie Alan.

"No, wait," Jenny said, "if he went to all that trouble to tie himself up, it doesn't seem right to spoil his fun!" "I suppose you are right," I agreed. So despite his brief protests, we tightened Alan's hog-tie up and re-gagged him. Jenny suggested a blindfold which we did with a scarf. I took his shoes off and got my revenge for the tickling I'd had.

We kept him tied up for another 20 minutes then released him. He said the time had seemed like hours after we blindfolded him, which we made a mental note of for future use. Jenny said she'd actually come round to invite us to lunch since her mum knew our parents were out. After lunch, the rain had stopped, so we all went fishing for sticklebacks in the stream running through the nearby woods.

We certainly learned our lesson - if there was ever any possibility of us all tying ourselves up, we made very sure our emergency escape was to hand. I tried tying myself alone once but I found it very unsatisfactory because I knew I could get free whenever I wanted. I never progressed to the "delayed release" techniques.

Regards,
Sue.

Sue
suzie_james@hotmail.com

Mon Jul 6 22:23:11 UTC+0100 1998

Hello everyone!

Time I posted another story. I don't seem to have the time to work on many at the moment, but this is the sequel to 'Babysitting a la Mode' which I posted last month.

Jon(McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:25:06 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 1 of 7)

In my previous story about Susan, I explained that over a period of a few months, I was babysat by her while my parents were out at social engagements on Friday evenings. It happened on one occasion that Susan's parents were also out overnight when she was booked to look after me. The solution was that instead of her staying overnight in our spare room, I would stay at Susan's parents' house and she would be responsible both for me and for her younger sister.

I was 13 or 14 at this time (1969 or 1970) and Susan was 16. Susan's sister, Karen (not her real name) was about my age (we had been in the same class at primary school, but went to different secondary schools). I felt slightly awkward with the two girls, not just because boys are awkward with girls at that age, but also because of the very different relationships I had developed separately with the two of them. I knew Karen very well and we still occasionally hung around together, although being at different schools both of us had developed separate circles of friends. Susan, on the other hand, I had hardly known until she started babysitting me, and, as I related in the last story about her, we had played a series of tie-up games together - a fact which I would not have wanted to be widely known.

Jon(McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:26:02 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 2 of 7)

The evening started off quite well. Susan cooked the three of us a meal. We chatted together and generally broke the ice as we ate it, then Karen and I washed up. The three of us collapsed in front of the television, still chatting and only half watching it. I can't remember what it was we were watching, possibly another episode of 'Randall and Hopkirk' or something like that. It had a tie-up scene in it, which I now can't remember either. The girls' reaction, however, is etched on my memory forever. I must have dropped out of the conversation to concentrate on the television. I suddenly became aware that the girls had stopped talking and were both watching me watching the television. That was embarrassing enough, but then Karen commented to Susan, 'You're right, Jon really does like that stuff.' I cringed and went red while the girls cracked up laughing. It was actually good-natured laughter and I found myself joining in. Karen explained that Susan had told her all about the games that Susan and I had played and that she had helped Susan work out the tie-up that she had put me in a week or two previously.

Once the laughter had subsided, Karen commented to Susan, 'You know, I think Jon would like to tie you up like that.' Susan looked at me then back at Karen. 'I'm quite sure he would,' she said. They both burst out laughing again, while I sat in stony silence. When she could speak again, Karen went on, 'Well, I think you ought to let him after what you did to him.' They both turned to face me and Susan asked, 'Do you want to have a go, Jon?' I was completely at a loss for words and was bright red again. I just grinned at them, shrugged my shoulders and spread my hands. The girls looked at each other and Karen said, 'Yes, he does want to!' and they dissolved in laughter again.

Jon(McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:26:43 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 3 of 7)

'I'm going to help!' shouted Karen and ran off upstairs. Susan looked at me and raised her eyebrows then looked down at the miniskirt she was wearing and said, 'I think I want to be in trousers for this.' She too disappeared upstairs.

While the girls were gone, I looked around for a suitable chair to tie Susan to. Their upright chairs all seemed to be too modern, with low backs and no useful bars between the legs. Karen came back with an armful of woollen scarves and socks saying, 'Susan thought these would probably do.' I was astonished at the sheer quantity.

Susan came back next. 'Will this do?' she said, doing a slow twirl like a fashion model. She was wearing a black sweater and black stretch ski pants (both of which I had seen before). She had pulled thick socks on over the ski pants and was wearing black woollen gloves. Susan usually wore her hair loose or with an alice band, but had now pulled it back into a pony tail. She was clearly dressed for being tied up, what more invitation could anyone need?

I explained the chair problem to the girls. Susan looked around at the furniture, 'Well, you'd better just tie me up on the floor then.' 'Let's do it here,' said Karen, starting to push the sitting room furniture back to make space. Karen was still very excited and clearly desperately keen to get on with helping to tie her big sister up. 'Can I help?' said Karen, just in case we hadn't noticed how keen she was. 'On one condition,' said Susan, 'you get tied up too.' Karen thought for a moment then said, 'OK, I help tie you up, then Jon ties me up.' Susan nodded her agreement. I didn't quite have the courage to ask what was going on between these two.

Jon (McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:27:28 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 4 of 7)

I was still embarrassed both at my apparently willing victim and the discussion between the girls. Anyway, I decided to make a start. 'What position should I put you in?' I asked Susan. 'You're the one doing the tying,' she replied teasingly. Karen, however, was in no doubt. 'It has to be like this,' she said and lay down on the floor in a hog-tie position. 'That's what Susan did to me,' she added. The sub-plot was becoming clearer.

Susan lay down on her tummy on the floor. We started by tying her wrists behind her back. I used a pair of long socks, one binding round the wrists, the other cinching the first one tight. Karen watched and then used the same technique to tie Susan's ankles. We used scarves to tie Susan's legs at calf and thigh level (so her knees could bend comfortably). I tied a long scarf round Susan's waist and another round her arms and body just above elbow level. I used one sock of a pair to tie Susan's wrist binding onto the scarf round her waist and the other to join her ankle binding to the same scarf and to pull her feet as close to her waist as we could without it being too uncomfortable. Susan tested her bonds and said that she probably couldn't pull free. Karen methodically and conscientously checked over the knots to make quite sure her big sister was secure.

Jon (McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:28:18 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 5 of 7)

'We've got to gag her!' demanded Karen. I thought that Jill's hanky-and-scarf gag (which I remembered from games with Bob and Jill) would probably cause Susan least distress. Karen pushed a handkerchief into Susan's mouth and appeared to enjoy doing it. I tied a scarf over Susan's mouth and nose, making sure it was tight enough not to work down. 'Breathing OK?' I asked. 'Yuff,' she replied, which I took to be affirmative. Finally, Karen blindfolded Susan with a long sock holding a handkerchief pad in place over her eyes. Karen and I stood up to admire the job.

Susan squirmed around a bit, testing her bonds again, then she paused. 'Orra eye uh arra!' she said through the gag. 'Got to tie up Karen?' I asked. 'Eph,' she replied. 'I'm working on it,' I assured her. I looked at Karen, held my finger to my lips and pointed at an arm chair, while sitting down on another myself. We sat and watched Susan as she methodically tried different approaches to get free. This was much more fun than B&G scenes on television, and it went on for longer too.

Jon (McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:29:01 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 6 of 7)

After several false starts, Susan started making real progress. She was supple enough to grab an ankle with one hand, while feeling around for knots with the other hand. She quickly found the knot on the sock pulling her ankles up to her waist and despite having gloves on, managed to untie it. She persisted and found then undid the knot on her ankle binding. I was most impressed with her efforts. Because her wrists were secured to the scarf round her waist, she couldn't make any more progress with her hands. She wriggled her legs and slowly, her leg bindings worked their way down her legs until she was able to kick them off. With her legs free, she rolled herself over onto her side and was able to get up into a kneeling position. She stomped around a bit on her knees until she collided with a chair. She leant forward and rubbed her face against the chair to use the friction against the upholstery to push her blindfold up and her gag down. After some persistence, she was able to spit out the handkerchief and to get the blindfold up above her eyes.

Jon (McA)

Mon Jul 6 22:29:51 UTC+0100 1998

An Evening with Susan and Karen (Part 7 of 7)

Susan turned round to get her bearings again and saw the Karen and me sitting watching her. She was outraged. 'She's supposed to be tied up!' Karen and I burst out laughing, which only annoyed her more. 'You're in trouble when I get out of this!' she yelled at Karen. Susan turned to me and in a quieter tone said, 'I think I'm stuck now, Jon.' I told her that she was really doing very well, which she was. I untied the sock hitching her bound wrists to the scarf round her waist and said, 'Try again now.' Once more, I was most impressed. It did not take her long to work the scarf round her arms and body up to shoulder level and off over her head. The next move astonished me. Still kneeling down, she bent forward until her head was touching the floor, then slipped her tied wrists down over her bottom until they were just behind her knees. She rolled on her side and was able to get first one, then the other foot through the loop of her arms. Lastly, she brought her wrists up to her mouth and undid the knots with her teeth. I was most impressed; I had never before seen anyone flexible enough to do that. I gave her a little round of applause. 'Now for Miss smart-aleck over there,' said Susan with a snarl. 'And you're going to help,' she added to me.

What happened next will have to wait for another posting.

Jon (McA)

Mon Jul 6 18:10:01 PDT 1998

JonMcA I was right back in June!you did get your revenge on Susan!Can't wait for the next installment!

Sue; Nice post! I have no doubt Grown up versions of your game are being played..

The regulars:You may note I now have a hotmail account. You can contact me there.Those of you have my real email address plese continue to use it.It'a little easier to check for new email with my regular email address then with my Hotmail account.

All: I'm going to break a speed record this week for the least time relapsed between a indicent taking place and its being recorded here:This weekend while visiting some friends on the 4th of July My wife, Jennifer, and I got rather uh, all wound up with some kids playing 'Burgler" Details later.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Tue Jul 07 19:14:50 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1998

Hi!

Sue, Jon - Great Stories! Keep them coming.

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

Tue Jul 07 20:23:52 1998

Once again, great stories, everyone! My compliments. Thank's once more to everybody who takes the time to post them. Can't wait for more.

Dorren

Tue Jul 7 20:01:17 PDT 1998

THE GREAT 4th OF JULY ROBBERY

My wife Jennifer and I were invited up to a lake in the Sierras by some friends of ours
last weekend (the fourth of July) who moved up there to start their own business about a year ago. They have Two children aged 12 and 7, whom we have known for about four years.We planned to go up last Friday but my wife had to work on a last minute project at work and we didn’t leave until early Saturday morning. We had gone out to a movie on Friday night rather then stay home and be angry about losing a day of our planned three day weekend and it was appropriate that the movie was about the destruction of the world by a giant asteroid.--it fit our mood perfectly. However we did’nt get back until very late.We spent Saturday the fourth in the traditional American way, Outdoor Barbecue, lots of beer, and a fireworks display at night over the lake. My friends next door neighbors neighbors joined us and they had 3 kids aged 11, 9, and 6. The biggest event of the day was remote accessing my hot mail account for the first time.using my wife’s laptop computer.

We got up Sunday Morning and found out that our friends and their Neighbors wanted to go to a arts and crafts show about ten miles away.My wife and I were still tired from the day before. The fact we had only got a few hours sleep on Friday didn’t help matters any.

We declined. It turned out the the kids had no great desire to be dragged off to an arts
show so they stayed behind with “Uncle Dudalb” and “Aunt Jennifer” to keep an eye on things. We had been granted honorary uncle and aunt status by our friend’s kids a couple of years ago.

My wife and I decided to take it easy on the porch and get caught up on some reading-and within an hour we were bored stiff. Every notice how hard it is to relax when you deliberately try to do so?

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Tue Jul 7 20:05:11 PDT 1998

We were just about to go for a walk when the 12 year old daughter of our friends came up and told us that the “littler kids” wanted to play a game of “Burglars” and wondered if we would play as the “people who were going to be robbed”.Before she was half done I knew the scam. Of course the only goal of the game would be to get Uncle Dudalb and Aunt Jennifer tied up --a variation on the old tie up the baby-sitter game.My wife gave me a glance which told me she had caught on just as quick as I did. Jennifer told the kid we would think about it, and the kid went back to the house.With the back of my eye I saw one of the others kids going into the house through a side door with a couple coils of clostheline.

“Pretty obvious,are’nt they” I remarked.” I had better come ons than that when I was a kid.”

“The time I was the captured Detective the kids were a lot smoother” Jennifer said.

“They actually had something resembling a real game..Asking me for something for them to hide for the detective to find was a nice touch:”

“Sometimes the direct approach works” I said. “Sherri’s kids just marched in on Sherri and I and told us we were their hostages.Within five minutes Sherri and I had our hands tied behind us .”

“Of course you and Sherri didn’t think her kids could tie very tight,”Jennifer said.

“Well, neither did you when you let the kids tie the captured detective to a chair.”

“OK,OK,we were both suckered by two different gangs of Rugrats. But, you know, I half want to play along.” my wife said.

“I’m game if you are”. If you read my previous posts you know I wanted to play along.

My wife laughted. “Your never going to grow up.”

“I hope not, Kids have more fun”

“Not in everyway. I’m probably going to regret this but o,k,I’ll play. It might come in
handy when we have some rugrats of our own. A kind of on the Job training.But I’ll tell the kids not too tight on the gags.”

TO BE CONTINUED

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Tue Jul 7 22:42:02 PDT 1998

We walked into the house and told the 12 year old that they could burglarize us.
“But” Jennifer said, “We know you are going to tie us up and gag us as part of the
game. Just be careful you don’t make it too tight. I know you’re just playing , but if you‘re not careful you can hurt me and Uncle Dudalb even it you don’t mean to.”

Mary (the name I will give the 12 year old kid and the Ringleader) said she would be
careful. She even gave us our choice of gags, tape or scarves. We chose scarves, because we did not know what kind of tape they had..

We were told to down to the basement, which had been turned into a rec room by the
previous owners, to wait. We noticed that some fake jewelry, some toys, and Monopoly Money were lying around. The loot no doubt.

We didn’t have to wait long.Soon five kids(our friends and their neighbors) came in , all their faces covered wit either ski masks which were far to big for them or handkerchiefs.

They had two bags, one empty (for the swag) and I could see ropes and scarves hanging out of the other.

Mary was not very original in her acting. “Your being robbed! Just do what we say and no one will get hurt..Stand up,turn around and put your hands behind you!” We did and Mary begun tying Jennifer’s hands while the 11 year old boy from next door bound mine. Both of our hands were tied palm to palm, with the kids being very careful to cinch the cords and put the knots where they would be hard to get to.It was tight but not painful, and I could tell the circulation was ok.Mary dropped character to ask us if the ropes hurt us.

“No” Jennifer said, “but I’d like to know where you learn to tie knots like that.”

Mary said, “Oh Jimmy (the neighbor’s kid) taught me.” Memories of Me and Sean came to mind “Forget it” I told Jennifer” There’s one kid in every neighborhood who seems to have the skill as a inherited trait.”

“Now for the Gags” Mary said, back in character.
To be Continued

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Wed Jul 8 20:18:48 PDT 1998

Mary had picked up a scarf and was folding it into a gag when Jennifer Said, ‘Before You gag me, could I have some water? I'm thirsty.” Mary obliged, went over to a small frig in the rec room, and took out a plastic bottle of mineral water and held it up for my wife to sip from. “Ok”,Jennifer said when she , was done, ‘I’m ready”, and without being told opened her mouth.

Mary wound the scarf around and around Jennifer lips (it was about four feet long)
cinched and knotted it to make it an effective cleave gag. Mary did the same to me. It was tight but not painful, and I could breath fine. Mary asked it we could breath all right, and if the gag hurt us. We both shook our head.

Just as experiment Jennifer tried to talk through her gag. mmph dumff gurnf was the
nearest I could make it out to be. We wouldn’t be holding much intelligible conversation during our captivity.

We were seated on a couch, and then my wife’s ankles were crossed and tied.The crossed position made sure there would be not hopping. My ankles were tied the same way.

“You look just like people do when they are tied up on T.V!” Mary said proud of her and her fellow burglars work. “Now lets get the loot” the little kids began picking up the stuff they had placed in the room. Jennifer and I tried a little method acting and tried to feel like a couple whose home was being robbed while they could only sit bound and gagged and watch.

In about ten minutes all the loot was gathered. It would have been done quicker except the kids spend a lot of time staring at us, enjoying the sight Of Uncle Dudalb and Aunt
Jennifer all tied up.When the last thing was gathered. Mary said”We better take then with us upstairs” Our ankles were untied, and with our hands still tied behind us, and our gags still on, we were marched upstairs to the living room.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Wed Jul 8 22:18:27 PDT 1998

Upstairs in the living room we were seated on two kitchen chairs and our ankles were
retied.Mary brought out a roll of duct tape and wrapped tape three of four times around Jennifer’s body right below the shoulders and another couple of times around her waist securing her to the chair. I got taped to my chair and Mary told us that should hold us until the game was over. As far as we could see the game was over with all the kids watching TV having dropped all pretense of still being burglars. But I guess having 2 grownups tied securely to chairs and gagged was enough of a game for them. We sat there for about fifteen minutes. We both made some effort to free ourselves but not very successfully. But then the game came to an abrupt end when Mary’s mother walked through the door. Mary’s dad had been dropped off at the neighbors for a few minutes.

Mary ‘s mom walked in, took one look at us, one look at the kids and laughed her head off. After about 30 seconds when said “Burglars right?” we both nodded our heads. “I fell for the same joke last week” She then asked “Did you agree to play” We nodded.

Mary’s mom turned to the kids and said, “O.K, the game’s over, untie them.”A bout
Four minutes later we were untying our own ankles and listening while Mary’s mom told us how last week she agreed to be burglarized and ended up exactly the same way-tied to a chair and gagged. She actually thought it was a pretty funny joke on her since she had went along with everything ;it was her own fault for not suspecting how well Mary could tie. They let her go after about half an hour. She just warned them that all their victims had to be volunteers and wrote it off as kids being kids, and forgot about it.
That’s about it for the great 4th of July robbery. We drove back home that evening, and my wife said at least I’ve got a new story for this site. As usual she’s right.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Thu Jul 09 09:28:34 1998

I have been reading this page for a week now. I find the stories quite wonderful. I have been into bondage since about age 11, but because of innate desires and having three older sisters, most of my experiences, even into college, involve crossdressing which may be a bit esoteric for most tastes. Let me know if anyone thinks they would be worth submitting.

tory

Tory
torybng@aol.com

Thu Jul 09 14:08:00 1998

Hey, dudalb, great story! I really liked it.

Dorren

Thu Jul 09 17:06:48 1998

I Love Sally (Part 1 of 5)

I've enjoyed many of the stories that have appeared in these and other pages. However, it has always been somewhat appealing to come up with ways to trap or trick a girl into bondage, stealthily tying a babysitter while she is asleep, for example, trapping girls with nets, or using some sort of ruse such as asking them to help with scouting skills like first aid (requiring serious bandaging) or knot tying. I hope my tales of such experiences will inspire others to come up with similar tales involving nets, lassoes or other such devices.

Here is a tale of how I and a friend managed to get one sitter in a bind. I hope you enjoy it.

My friend Mike and I always dreamed of catching one of our babysitters, tying them up and playing some high-stakes "Cowboys and Indians" with them helplessly immobilized. Figuring out how to get one of our sitters in such a situation turned into one of our greatest challenges.

Our favorite scheme was inspired by an episode of I Love Lucy, one in which a pair of twins manage to trick Lucy into serving as a "maypole" as the two of them ran around and around her with one of Lucy's clotheslines. We tried to play a similar trick on a few sitters, but all of them were smart enough to figure out what we had in mind and declined to play our little game.

Then, one day, a new sitter arrived, a particularly attractive girl and - to our great delight - not very bright. Sally was a clean-cut girl, sixteen years old with medium-length blond hair, tanned legs and a proclivity for wearing cut off blue jeans and tank tops. The day she sat for Mike and I one summer weekend, she was wearing just such an outfit (in this case a white tank top and particularly attractive short shorts).

After feeding us lunch, she told us to go play out in the backyard. After some scheming and setup, we came back in and asked her to join us for some games. "What kind of game do you want to play," she asked as she followed us outside. "How about 'Here We Go Round the Maypole?". Sally agreed to join us in the game.

Thu Jul 09 17:08:34 1998

I Love Sally (Part 2 of 5)

Our hearts pounding, we proceeded to grab a rope that had been left in "hiding," a long (over 100 foot) length that had been organized into two loosely-rolled coils. Mike and I each picked up a coil and handed Sally the middle of the rope, telling her to hold it behind her back since she would be playing the role of the maypole. She looked at us suspiciously, but then did as instructed, grabbing the middle of the rope and placing it behind her back. "Now what?" she asked.

"Now we go around you, since you're the maypole," we replied as we began to run round here singing the little "Here we go round the maypole" ditty we had been taught by our favorite Lucy episode. She joined us in our song, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were coiling loop after loop or rope around her body every time we did one more turn around her.

As we sang and laughed, Mike ran counter clockwise around Sally while I ran clockwise, encircling the top of her body in one tight coil after another. Within a few minutes her arms, which had dropped to her sides, were helplessly pinned to her body. In the original Lucy program, the two twins had used a relatively short rope which only trapped Lucy in a half-dozen coils of rope. We, however, were playing for real and our 100+ foot rope was enough to go around her body dozens and dozens of times.

After a few minutes, Mike and I had our sitter's upper body helplessly mummified in rope. While I now suspect she knew what was coming when we invited her to play our little game (no one, outside of a sitcom, is that dumb after all), I suspect she had no idea just how thoroughly and tightly we planed to tie her up.

"Guys," she said, as she realized she was completely unable to move her arms, "you might want to stop now, this is getting a little tight."

"That's OK," we replied. "We're almost done."

Thu Jul 09 17:10:03 1998

I Love Sally (Part 3 of 5)

Needless to say, we had barely gotten started. We had used more than a third of the rope to encase our sitters arms and upper body. A few more laps around her and half the rope was used up to keep her hands and arms hopelessly pinned against her sides. Figuring it was time to move on, we took our coils and tied off her upper body with a series of knots, making her upper-body rope mummification permanent. We then dropped all pretences of the "Maypole" game and began working on her legs and feet with the fifty or so feet of rope that remained.

"Guys, this is enough," she said. "I don't want to play this game anymore." "That's OK," we replied, as we worked on wrapping rope around her bare legs, knees and shins. "We're moving onto a different game: Cowboys and Indians." "So you'll untie me for that game?" she pleaded. "Fat chance," we answered as we finished tying her ankles, leaving her bottom half as tightly wrapped in rope as her top.

Realizing her predicament, Sally finally began to struggle. But our knots all held. Had she begun to fight earlier in the process, she may have prevented us from binding her so thoroughly. By now, however, it was far too late. Her entire body, from shoulders to ankles was wrapped in over a hundred feet of rope. Her arms and legs were pinned, her struggles useless.

"Let me go," she demanded, as Mike and I surveyed our captive. It was clear that without our help, she was going nowhere. Ropes held her arms tightly fastened to her body and her legs were tightly bound together. Her struggles were more like useless wriggles since they did nothing to loosen the tight ropes that bound her.

After a few minute of struggling (to our great amusement) it looked like she was about to lose her balance and topple over. Fearing she might hurt herself without useable arms to break her fall, Mike and I carefully lowered her to the ground, propping her up in a sitting position while we went to get the supplies we needed f

Thu Jul 09 17:11:50 1998

I Love Sally (Part 4 of 5)

She struggled uselessly for a few more minutes, after which Mike and I arrived in full Indian headdress, with tomahawks (rubber), warpaint and a cloth bandana. In the original Lucy episode, the twins had used an apple to gag their captive, but we realized how ridiculous that was in the real world. Instead, we used the bandana to cleave gag our helpless captive, leaving her as unable to speak as she was unable to move or wiggle free of the ropes that held her captive.

We began our Indian War Dance around Sally, grabbing lengths of her hair and pretending to "scalp" her with our rubber hatchets. Sally tried to shake her head away, but was obviously in no position to ease her predicament. After spending some time taunting our captive in this way, we decided to move onto the finale, "burning our helpless cowgirl at the stake".

Mike and I each grabbed the bound sitter and lifted her up, dragging her across the yard and propping her against an tetherball poll at the far end of the yard. The tetherball was still dangling from the pole on a cotton line. After positioning her against the pole, we played a quick game of tether, during which we threw the tied ball around Sally several times, leaving her bound form lashed to the pole. We then proceeded to pile some firewood that was stacked nearby at her feet.

"MMMMMMPH!!!" she screamed in her gag when she realized what we were up to. Her struggles to break free became frenzied, but they were as useless as they had been before. "Ugh! Kemosabi!," said Mike, oblivious to how un-PC his dimestore Indian imitation was. "Time to burn-um cowgirl at the stake." "Actually," I replied. "I've got a better idea."

As our captive continued her futile struggles, Mike and I went behind the shed we had been using as a fort and changed from Indian garb to military fatigues. We also grabbed items needed for the grand finale of our game.

"New game!" we shouted as we marched up to our helplessly-bound captive who had, by now, given up on breaking free. "Firing squad!"

With that, we pulled out a pair of supersoaker water cannons that we held behind our backs, and opened fire on our sitter, drenching her from head to toe. While she squealed as water soaked her bound body, she also started to laugh, realizing that we did not actually mean her any harm and that she was not destined for fire, but only for some harmless water.

Thu Jul 09 17:13:31 1998

I Love Sally (Part 5 of 5)

After emptying our water guns, we joined her in the mirth until the three of us were helplessly immobilized with laughter. (Actually, she was immobilized by a lot more than that.) We proceeded to untie her (no mean feat, since the knots we had used to hold her bonds tight were now soaked with water). After a little struggling, Sally was free and fuming.

"You little pricks," she screamed. "Wait until I get my hands on you." She proceeded to chase us around the yard, using a length of rope she had picked up to try and whip our behinds like a towel snap. It was clear, however, that she was not really all that mad and may have actually enjoyed the experience.

When my parents came home later that afternoon, none of us breathed a word about our little game (helping to convince me more that Sally may have actually enjoyed being tied up).

On a couple of more occasions, we managed to trap or trick a sitter and even got Sally herself (as well as one of her friends) into an even tighter bind. More of those tales later.

Thu Jul 9 19:03:10 PDT 1998

Darren;Thanks for the compliment. You might want to into the June archives where the two previouse adventures Jennifer and I had with kids..the ones we talked about while deciding whether or not to play-are posted.
Re I love Sally.Ah yes, burning
captives at the stake, the standard climax for a game of cowboys and indians.The wood at the feet though was a lot farther then the kids I played with would have gone.If we saw that anyone playing our game was really getting scared we backed off.THe super soaker firing squad was the way Steffi and I got even with Cindy for our POW experience.On a hot California day the "executed" said it was a pleasent experience.
Believe it or not, I never tied up a babysitter!
I take that back. A couple of times in High School
my girlfriends (Steffi was one of them) got permission for me to visit them at their babysitting jobs.(Oddly enought I managed to get a reputation among parents for being one of the most "respectable" boys in our high school. A Near straight A Average will do wonders with what you can get away with.What they might consider signs of Juvenile Delinquency in a D Student they just consider good natured, normal, and harmless pranks in an A student). The kids played games which involved (of course) tying up the baby sitter and I could not resist becoming a technical adviser vis a vis Gillian's mom.
My wife was "burned at the stake" twice. Once as a cowgirl while babysitting (this was a good six years before I met her and is a pretty common babysiting story) and another time as a witch at a Renaissance Faire.This last was a really elaborate production involving a recreation of a 16th century witch trial (I co-wrote it with my wife and was one of the judges) and a burning done by a friend of ours who was professional stunt person\fight arranger/Stage effects guy.THe effects were pretty realistic although my wife was perfectly safe.(Amazing what stage effects you can do with Dry Ice)We were both in our twenties and college graduated w

dudalb

Thu Jul 9 20:11:07 PDT 1998

I forgot about the word limit!Sorry!I wrote this in the positng box instead of the word processor so it serves me right.
Here's the rest.
so this in an orphan story, It does not meet the criteria for either of Canuck's pages. Bob's page is dead, and I don't care to post to a page as explicit as Royler's--it would'nt interest them anyway, it's more innocent than a lot of the ones here. However if Canuck will grant a waiver I will tell it.

dudalb

Fri Jul 10 08:42:54 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998

A tie up story from Italy (Part one of three)

I'am a 27 years old italian girl. I hope you all excuse my English but I studied it for only two years before my graduation.
I found this site by chance and I have to admit that it is very interesting and intriguing for me because I love to remaind those very fun games of my youth that always involved me like a poor girl somehow tied up. (Yes, since then I'd like being tied up and gagged from boyfriends, but this kind of stories doesn't fit this site).
One of the best esperiences I can remember in tie up games occurred to me when I was 16 and it was the start of my love story with my cousin Antonio.
I was in holiday with my cousin in this old farm near Torino where he was living with my aunt Anna. One summer evening we had gone for a walk through the country chatting of this and that. At a certain point we were alone in a little wood. My cousin Marco is only one year older than me and at that time I was surely fond of him. I remember very well this rope he had taken in his hand from the pocket. He wanted to teach me how to make correctly a slip knot used from the executioner to hang. When he finished he said he would also teach me how to place it correctly around the neck. I agreed to let him doing it on me. After he had positioned the slip knot around my neck he said: "Of course the prisoner must have the hands tied behind the back" and untied the knot.

Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Fri Jul 10 08:45:56 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998

A tie up story from Italy (Part two of three)

I asked why pretending to be curious about the matter. So we spoke a little about the question and I tried to bring the conversation round to the escape possibility from a rope binding. He said that he surely was able to tie anyone up so that he couldn't get free. Immediately I declared that in my opinion it was quite impossible to tie one up so that he couldn't get free because every time somebody had tied me up I was able to escape. (That isn't true but I wanted to provoke him). "Oh. Miss Houdini, how many times did you get tied up before?" He looked very impressed and interested as well so I said: "I don't remember, but I'm sure I could always escape". I expected he would accept the challenge and I was very happy when he said: "Yehaa. Come on. If you don't mind I can tie you up so you can show me how to escape". I said "Sure!" and turned round my back towards him crossing my wrists. He thougth a little and eventually told me to stand with my back against a little tree in front of us.
I remember the thrill feeling the rope tightenig around my wrists crossed behind the tree trunk. I suddenly discovered that perhaps he had planned it before as he produced another two coils of rope from his pocket and tied also my ankles and my torso just above and below my braest to the tree.
"Now, miss Houdini, you have plenty of time to show me your skill".

barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Fri Jul 10 08:47:09 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998

A tie up story from Italy (Part three of three)

I tried to escape but it was impossible. He sat down gazing at me and I was thrilled very much fearing that somebody could arrive and see me helpless. After about twenty minutes of him watching my useless struggles I realized that he was very interested in watching my breast and especially the rope above that pressed against it because my squirms. Eventually I agreed that I was not able to untie my bonds and told him to do it but he said that as I had lost a bet it would be right for me to pay the forfeit. "What kind of forfeit?" I asked. He replied that he would gag me for a while so I could show him at least how to free me from it. He then produced his handkerchief from the pocket and cleave gagged me pulling hard before knotting it. Neither from it I could free me but I'm sure he was very pleased to watch over me struggling in such a predicament. In a few minutes we were both very excited.
Now I can only add that he kissed me deeply after releasing me from the gag but before relaesing from the ropes and ....yes, this summer we fell in love and.. yes, I got tied up and gagged again, but this is another story.
I hope my English won't be too bad. If interested I'll tell you other memories of my escapades.

barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Fri Jul 10 11:40:04 1998

Hello Happy Readers...
You probably don't remember me or the story I posted a few months ago. But for the one or two people who did like it, I'm going to be posting the sequel in a few days time. I am, of course, Kiaren, of "Emmy" fame (my friend, not the Award), and of course, the sequel will describe how she got her much anticipated revenge on me from the previous story (Late April if you want to look). I hope you will enjoy "Emmy, Part II", or as I will call it "Emmy and Melissa"
I'll post it soon...

Kiaren

Fri Jul 10 11:35:00 1998

Hey Dudalb, just a small detail, but the name is Dorren, not Darren. No big deal. Barbara, thought your story was good. Does anyone know how Bob's page got killed?

Dorren

Fri Jul 10 18:42:45 PDT 1998

Dorren:My fault for the misspelling. My bad.
Barbara:Your English is very good! It's better than a lot of the posts by native English speakers.You might be in the same situation I am in with Spanish: I can read it, I can write if I keep it simple, I can understand Spanish radio and television (We have a lot of Spanish stations in California),but every time I try to speak it I fall flat on my Gringo butt.If you read or write you have time to think it through; when you are speaking you don't.A lot of people read and write a language before they can speak it. Don;t judge your English just by your speaking ability.And Welcome to the site.
Concerning Bob's page:It is still up but no one had posted to it since the middle of May. Canuck, any chance you can get in touch with Bob and find out what the story is?

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Fri Jul 10 23:38:38 1998

I would just like to say that I have been coming to this site for a while and read everything....but I must say that "BONDAGE" has ruined me. I've been adicted to it for two years and it has destroyed me. It made ......strange.......nervouse......embarrased .....but no longer. I'm putting a stop to it right here and now. from now on it will no longer be my problem. But you? You will still be obsessed like i was...trapped. But i'm telling you now that it doesn't have to be that way. You can still break free of your bonds so to speak. Their's still a chance. PLEASE READ THIS but do not respond because i will never be coming to this sight again.......becaus I'm free......AND LOVING IT!! Goodbye.

You may say that you are only speaking of your childhood games....... But those days are over. one day you'll wake up and realize that your childhood "games" have become your life. Goodbye. the rest is up to you.

C

Fri Jul 10 23:53:59 PDT 1998

C: Be a good little Troll and find some other site to start flame wars on. We won't miss you here. By the way addicted is spelled with two D's not one.And what Mail order diploma mill did you get your Psychology degree from?
Everyone else. Now you've seen what I'm like when I am seduced by the dark side of the force.But this was one troll I could not resist flaming....

dudalb

Sat Jul 11 14:49:01 PDT 1998

Another story from Italy.

Carlo and me (Part one of four)

This one is about me and a friend of mine (Carlo was his name) and happened when I was 14.

I was living in a small city of North Italy and Carlo was the classic next door friend. He often came my home in order to help me doing my homework because he was very good at maths.

I remember one day we were alone as my mother had to go somewhere and we had just finished studying. So we went in the living room to watch TV and by chance we saw an old b&w film about a boring story of indians and cowboys. At one point there was a great scene with a cowgirl who had beee caught and was tied up to the pole in the middle of indians camp. Suddenly this view increased a lot my interest but I didn't want this would be noticeable so I acted as if nothing had happened. I glanced at him and realized that he was very interested too. When the poor girl on the film was rescued from the hero we went in the subject. First I said: "It seems to me that you were a lot more interested before. Perhaps do you have special interest in young girls caught by Indians, don't you?"

I'm sure my question was a nuisance to him. After a while he said that since chilhood I had very often played games like cowboys and indian with his friends but he never met a girl willing to let him tie her up. He added:"I don't know why. I got often tied up during those games, and I think that it is a funny experience. And you? Did you ever play like a cowgirl?" I had played like this with my brother when I was 8 or 9 and I got tied up two or three times. At that time I enjoyed the thrill of being helpless but now I wanted to see how Carlo would explain the matter to me. So I said:"Really? I never played cowboys and indians. I don't know if I would let anyone tie me up. Are you sure that it is a funny experience?".

Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Sat Jul 11 14:55:02 PDT 1998

Carlo and me (Part two of four)

He said with a very great nonchalance: "If you want I can tie you up. If you trust me you'll never be hurt and you could discover by yourself if this experience is funny or not". I told him that I had thought some times about being kidnapped and perhaps I could let him tie me up to a chair.

So we went in the kitchen and I gave him some coils of rope my father used on his sailing boat. I sat on a chair near the window and put may hands crossed behind the back.

First he tied my wrist up and in a few minutes I was bound with my hands and feet firmly connected to the chair. The final rope was pulled around my torso and I saw him feeling a bit embarassed while putting it carefully above and belove my breast (I was already developped and had a good shaped figure). When he finished I told him to quit for at least 15 minutes so I could try to escape. He said: "Don't you think you need something missing? I always saw in the mouvies that the girl kidnapped would yell for help. Don't you? So you need a gag". I had never thought about being gagged because this never occurred to me before. On the other end Carlo looked very ashamed and I couldn't believe he had the courage to gag me. I was a little nervous while he asked me where to find some scarfs. "Why some?"."Because if you have to be gagged I want to be sure you can't speak at all, and you could discover the feeling of being like this". I didn't know what to say and eventually suggested to use a bandanna of mine. He went to my room and came back with a handkerchief and a bandanna. I thought to make the best of a bad job and opened my mouth. He stuffed with the kirchief and pulled hard the bandanna between my teeth before knotting behind my neck. Boys! It was the first time in my life I get gagged and I couldn't speak at all.

Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Sat Jul 11 14:56:32 PDT 1998

Carlo and me (Part three of four)

He checked the knots carefully and left. When I was alone I started to try to escape
struggling and writhing but I soon realized that it was impossible. After about 30 minutes Carlo came back and asked if I would get free. He said. "I wouldn't your mom find you like this! Would you?" He untied the gag but I told him that my mom wouldn't return home for at least two hours, so I could try to escape once more. He laughed and said: "So you are enjoying your bonds, don't you? Good! Have fun!" and stuffed again my mouth gagging me even harder than before. Then he sat on a chair in front of me gazing at my useless efforts.

Only after I produced my best struggles moaning through the gag and pleaded at least three time to free me he eventually stood up and came to untie the ropes that were connecting me to the chair. Then untied my ankles. I got up still gagged and with the ropes binding my wrists. I expected him to finish untiing the knots but he laughed and said: "You are a little tired. I think we have enough time to rest a while". But instead of releasing me he went to the living room. I run following him and moaning and sat on the couch at his side pressing my shoulder against his arm. He laughed again and said: "You are very tedious. I said it is time to rest. I'll help you to stay quiet".

At that time I didn't know the word "hogtie" but now I can say that he put me in an almost strict hogtie on the couch. I struggled a while and eventually he untied the gag. "So, what is the feeeling of being kidnapped?" Carlo asked. "Oh, not very bad" I said: "Next time I'll see that you could show me how to get out of such a nice situation". He laughed and untied all the knots.

Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Sat Jul 11 14:57:52 PDT 1998

Carlo and me (Part four of four)

Unfortunately we didn't have the opportunity to try another time how to escape from a
kidnapping situation because Carlo left with his family to another city. That was the first time I was gagged and I have to admit that I enyoyed it a lot.

I have another story of me when I had to babysit a boy living near my house. In that occasion I obviously get tied up. It was a semi consensual game but at the end I enjoyed it and I could discover an awkward secret about the bondage activity of his parents. If interested, without offending your sensitivity, I can write it next time.
Please, tell me if my English is good enough. I would be glad Jill to vote for it!

Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com

Sat Jul 11 09:52:30 EDT 1998

I realize that flame wars are a no-no on this board...but I do feel that I need to comment about C's hostility toward us.

I don't think we should be too quick to condemn him. He has struggled with this, he says for two years, but my guess is that the desire has been there much, much longer. He has made a conscious decision to give it up...yet I can only speak from experience. I have tried giving it up before, but the desire always comes back stronger than ever. It is as though pretending the desire doesn't exist is actually a way of repressing the desire.

I know that for a long time I had a love-hate relationship with bondage. I loved it, but I hated the fact that such a "weird" activity was so much a part of me. Even to this day I cannot look at the topic objectively, because my enjoyment of it is so strong. My guess is that C's hostility in this post is actually a projection of the hostility he feels toward himself for liking it. He'll be back!

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Sat Jul 11 10:18:07 EDT 1998

I read this page daily and love it! It is really refreshing to know that there are lots of out ther who love being tied up and gagged...and we can talk about it nonjudgmentally....except maybe for C....but give him/her a break.

Anyway, I would love to meet some adults who live in the Tampa Bay area and would like to get together for a soda and talk tieup. Anyone from Tampa who reads this board?

Of course, I would like to meet a special female who enjoys tying up as much as I enjoy being tied.....so email me if you live in Tampa. Oops...does that sound like a personal ad? Please don't flame me here. I won't say anything else...I won't tell that special, non-smoking lady, age 21-45 to email me if she would like to meet me for a soda, and possibly get to know each other better. I won't say that I am a handsome 6'1, 185 lb. male who has big blue eyes and smiles a lot (looks VERY gaggable, I might add). And I won't say that I am sensitive, kind, caring, gentle and want an email from a nice lady! I think I need to be gagged. I talk too much. MMMMphfff! MMMMM

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Sat Jul 11 16:35:51 1998

Yo "C":

If you know so much about us, why don't you tell me why I'm having these reoccuring dreams about figures in Greek Mythology, huh? Go give your pop-phycology lessons to some of those other bondage crap pages that no doubt put some thunder in your pants, OK. D'accord. J'apprice.

P.S. The story is coming up soon, for those who care...

Kiaren

Sat Jul 11 13:33:32 Pacific Daylight Time 1998

Me and Marisa (part 1 of 2)

Well I have been reading this page for about a month and I love it!!! So i think it's time I wrote something. I have loved bondage since about age 5. My best experience came when i was 12. My mother was at work and my sister was out of town with a friend and it was summer so my mother called her best friend's daughter Marisa over to look after me for the day. Now i was very excited because ever since i 8 i had a big crush on Marisa and I had always woundered what she would look like in bondage. Marisa was half black and half Puerto Rican and looked just like Mariah Carey. The afternoon started slow. She made lunch for us and watched t.v. while i stayed in the basement and played Nintendo. After about an hour she came down stairs to see what i was doing. She stayed down there with me and sat behind me on the couch while i layed on the floor and payed my attention to the Nintendo. Now in the summer unless i was going anywhere i would never wear a shirt or socks just a pair of shorts. Soon Marisa began tickling my feet and sides until i screwed up my game of Nintendo so i turned around and we began wrestling and then she stared pinching me so i shouted in pain. She quickly clamped her hand over my mouth and i began to squirm and MMMMMPHHH like crazy but i couldn't get free no mater what i did (I was very skinny and small for my age and she was 16 thats a good age difference). Then in a playful way of course she said she was kidnapping me and taking me far away. I really became excited by this but didn't let her know it. She took me upstairs into my mothers room and threw me on the bed and got some of me mothers scarves and a sock and she had grabbed some duct tape when we were in the basement. She came over to the bed an told me to put my hands behind my back so i did. She tied them very tightly so I could not get lose. Then she tied my knees and ankels and asked if I could get loose.

Italian C(Male)

Sat Jul 11 17:00:06 Pacific Daylight Time 1998

Me and Marisa (part 2 of 2)

Just as I was about to answer she jamed a sock into my mouth and covered it with 2 big peices of duct tape. I tried to scream but it was just one big MMMMMMMMMPPPPPPHHHH!!! She tickled me for about 5 mins. and then said to me with her beautiful spanish accent,"Don't go anywhere baby," and then kissed me on my forehead. I struggled like crazy and loved every minute of it. She returned in a hour and untied me and told me she enjoyed kidnapping me. I acted mad and told swore I would get revenge which I later did, but thats another story. After that we watched t.v. together and she told me about her love for bondage and I told her mine. I was in love!!!! Marisa babysat for me many more times that summer and we played many more bondage games even including some of her and my friends, but like I said thats another story. Let me know if you liked this and I will be sure to post again.Until then PEACE!

Italian C(male)

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