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This month's stories:
Susan
gets her own back
by Jon(McA)
Truth or
Dare
by Stephanie
Emmy and
Melissa
by Kiaren
Marco and
me
by Barbara
Revenge
all round
by Jon (McA)
Prisoners
of War
by Dudalb
Summer Camp
by Ligotage
Teacher
Torture
by Gillian B.
Becca's
captives
by Doug
A little
joke
by Barbara
The
Houdini Challenge
by Dudalb
Anna's Story
by Gillian B.
Comments and stories from the people:
Sun Jul 12 00:38:58 UTC+0100 1998Susan gets her own back (Part 1 of 5)
This is the follow-on part of the story of my evening with Susan, who was babysitting both me and her younger sister Karen. My parents and Susan and Karen's parents were all away overnight, so Susan was looking after us all at her house. Susan was 16 and Karen and I both 13 or 14.
To recap, we had played a tie-up-and-escape game where Susan had been hog-tied (not that I knew the term then) and she had managed a magnificent escape almost unaided. Susan's condition for playing the game was that Karen should also be tied up. Karen and I reneged on the deal, and Susan only discovered this when she got herself free. Susan was not pleased. 'Now I'm going to deal with Miss smart-aleck over there,' said Susan when she was free. 'And you're going to help,' she added to me.
Susan fetched a dining room chair and plonked it down in the area of floor we had cleared. 'Sit!' she ordered and Karen obediently sat down. Susan looked at me and said, 'I'm sure we can tie her to this somehow.' I stood and looked at the chair (which I had previously dismissed as a non-starter for tying up) and then crawled around examining the way it was fitted together. While I was doing that, Susan pulled off the socks and gloves she had been wearing to protect her wrists and ankles and handed them to Karen, saying, 'Better get these on, we're going to tie you tight!' I stood up and announced that we could probably make the tie-up work. Karen put the socks and gloves on and was looking a little nervous by now.
Jon(McA)
Sun Jul 12 00:39:42 UTC+0100 1998Susan gets her own back (Part 2 of 5)
The chair was one of those minimal Scandinavian designs in wood which were popular in the 1960's. It had chubby cylindrical legs, with the back legs going up to form the sides of the chair back. The tops of the legs were linked by wooden rails, the side ones immediately under the seat, the front and back ones a little lower. The seat was just a slightly concave piece of plywood padded and upholstered. The back of the chair was a curved piece of plywood about nine inches deep. Not much to tie to, but I had worked out a scheme that I thought would work.
I started by tying Karen's body back to the chair. I stood behind the chair and put the middle of a long scarf against the chair back to Karen's left. I took one end under the chair back and across Karen's waist to her right. The other end went over the top of the chair back and across her chest, above her bust, but still below her arms. I took both ends behind the chair back to her right and knotted them together.
I tied one of Karen's legs while Susan watched me then tied the other leg. I used a long sock to tie her ankle to the chair leg, then a scarf to tie her knee back to the chair leg and down to the front corner of the chair seat, the scarf going behind the chair leg under the seat.
Tying Karen's arms was going to be trickier; there wasn't much to tie them to on that chair. It took some experimenting to get the lengths right, but what I did was to tie Karen's wrists with a scarf so they were secure but had about a foot of slack between them. I then used socks to tie Karen's arms, just above her elbows, to the extended chair legs which formed the sides of the chair back. Her wrists were thus about a foot apart at waist level, but with no scope to bring them together or to reach any of the other knots.
Jon(McA)
Sun Jul 12 00:40:25 UTC+0100 1998Susan gets her own back (Part 3 of 5)
'Brilliant!' announced Susan, 'I'll do the gag.' Susan took a long hockey sock, carefully found its mid-point then tied a knot there. She forced the knot into Karen's mouth and tied the ends of the sock together behind her head.
I looked at Karen and made a spread-hands gesture. She had just enough freedom of movement to shrug back. While I was still looking at Karen, Susan grabbed me and forced me to the floor. I ended up lying on my tummy, with Susan sitting on my bottom and straddling me. She was holding my wrists together behind my back. 'You don't get away with that trick either,' she said. 'We can make this easy or very difficult,' she added. I settled for easy.
Susan fetched another chair and sat me down on it. It was at that point I realised that I had given her all the tips she needed to make a really good job of tying me up. Sure enough, Susan copied the tie up I had used on Karen. She tied me back into the chair with a long scarf, tied my legs and knees in the same way, but paused when she was about to tie my wrists. She thought for a moment and then smiled to herself. She disappeared out of the room and came back with the woollen gloves out of my coat pockets. She handed them to me and I put them on. (Without skin protection, you can get hurt being tied up, even with scarves and socks.) Instead of tying my wrists the way I had tied Karen's, Susan tied then behind my back with a short scarf. She hitched a sock round my wrist binding and down to the rail linking the back legs of the chair. Finally, Susan made up another knotted-sock gag and applied it to me (not as bad as I expected it to be).
Jon(McA)
Sun Jul 12 00:41:16 UTC+0100 1998Susan gets her own back (Part 4 of 5)
Susan admired her knotcraft while Karen and I looked at each other helplessly. 'I'm off to bed,' said Karen. (It was gone midnight by this time.) 'You two get to bed when you can.' And with that, she left the room, followed by our muffled protests.
Karen and I tried to discuss our plight, but we were too well gagged for either of us to understand properly what the other was saying. I realised that the basis of Susan's challenge was probably that I might be able to move my chair so that I could untie Karen with my hands still tied. Karen's hands were in such a position that she would not be able to reach my bonds at all. I was not, however, entirely confident that we could get free, despite Susan's apparent expectation.
It turned out to be quite difficult to move the chair; it was heavy and I couldn't get much grip with my feet. Eventually, I managed to manoeuvre my chair so that it was back-on to the side of Karen's chair. I reached up to undo one of her elbow bonds. At least, I tried; my wrists were hitched down to the rail between the chair's back legs, so I couldn't lift them high enough to do anything. I peered over my shoulder; sure enough, there was no way I could reach. I thought for a moment, the started shuffling my chair so I could reach the scarf tying Karen's knee. This was sheer desperation, on the principle of untying anything I could reach and hoping for the best. Karen saw what I was doing and started manoeuvring her chair to meet me. At full stretch, I could just reach the knot on the scarf securing Karen's left knee and undo it. Karen moved the knee from side to side and up and down (her ankle bond was free to slide on the chair leg). She became quite excited and nodded her head vigorously. I couldn't see that I had done anything useful, but she seemed to think so. Accordingly, I worked my way slowly and exhaustingly round to Karen's right knee.
Jon(McA)
Sun Jul 12 00:41:58 UTC+0100 1998Susan gets her own back (Part 5 of 5)
After a few minutes fumbling, I got Karen's right knee untied. Karen was now able to demonstrate what was exciting her so. With nothing to hold her knees back, she was able to slide her bottom forward on the chair. Her upper body and arms of course came lower as she did so. I shuffled my chair around to Karen's right elbow. I still couldn't reach the knot. Karen nodded frantically towards the other elbow. I worked round behind the her chair to position myself at her left elbow. I was getting very tired doing this by now. I could just reach a knot with my finger tips. It proved very difficult to untie, but eventually I managed it. Karen wiggled her elbow to get the sock completely loose, then she was able to get her hands together and free her wrists. She was on the home straight now. She pulled her right arm out of its elbow bond without untying it. She pulled off her gloves and reached up to her gag. The gag was too tight to pull down, so she had to untie it. Finally she untied her ankles.
It took Karen a while to straighten up before she could begin untying me. While I sat impatiently and uncomfortably waiting for Karen to release me, I looked at the clock. It was one in the morning; it had taken us almost an hour to get Karen free. Her fingers were still a bit shaky, so it took her another five minutes or so to get me untied. We staggered off to our respective beds vowing vengeance.
Vengeance didn't quite work out as planned, but that's another story.
Jon(McA)
Sat Jul 11 16:44:29 PDT 1998Just a test to see if this page is working. It may be full. Please finish the story, Jon!
dudalb
Sat Jul 11 22:30:16 1998Hi, this is my first post so I hope it goes well.
My name is Stephanie, and me and my friends ended up bounding and gagging my brother in a truth or dare game. Me and three friends, Melaine, Jennifer, and Lindsay were having a sleepover for my 15th birthday (this was almost 10 years ago). We got bored and deciede to play a game of truth or dare. When my turn came I chose dare. They all huddled up and I knew they had something interesting because they really started to giggle. They all turned around and said I had to bound and gag my brother, and leave him tied for at least an hour.
Jamie (my brother) had recently got me grounded for something that he had done so I was eager for revenge. We all started to get some stuff together like scarves, rolls of tape and some bathrobe tie things. We all walked downstairs. They had also agreed to help me so this was going to be very easy. Jamie was sitting in a chair (with arms) facing towards the t.v., and his back facing us. I slowly walked up behind him and put my arms around him. "Hey what's the big idea?", he said. Lindsay ran up to him and clamped her hands over his mouth. "No talking, we wouldn't want anybody knowing what we are doing would we?". Melanie and Jennifer tied his arms to the arms of the chair by using the scarves and tied his legs to the legs of the chair with the bathrobe ties. Then I let go of him and tied another bathrobe tie around him and the back of the chair. We all started to giggle as Lindsay took her hand of his mouth. "C'mon, let me go. Ha ha, you had your fun." "Our fun had just started" I said as I stuffed some scarves in his mouth and placed 5 or 6 stripes of duct tape over his mouth. Jennifer then suggested that blindfolding him would be a good idea, so we used a large scarf around his head. Jamie struggled and tried to talk, but it was no use. He could not move and there was no way we could understand what he was saying. During the hour he was tied, my friends tickled him and made fun of him. After we untied him, he swore he would get his revenge but that is a story for another post. By the way when I made my site I did not know that this one existed, it currently has no stories on it because I made it yesterday.
Stephanie
http://members.tripod.com/Nukem_3/index.html
Sun Jul 12 01:15:43 PDT 1998Hey everyone. Great stories. Hope this site stays up and dosen't die like Bob's or slow down like the Babysitter site. I wish I had some stories to tell. I never had a babysitter and was an only child in the neiborhood. Being 18 and living in Vancouver, Wa doesn't help either. If any one who visits this site lives out here, please drop me a line. It gets so lonly being the only Bondage lover in a whole county.
Keep up the good work and I hope to be able to come back with a story eventually. Later
Xander
Born2Narf@aol.com
Sun Jul 12 16:35:27 1998In the last story, I unexpectedly tied-up and gagged my friend Emmy while playing a spy game at my house. She said later on that she was going to get revenge, but the incident was never brought up again, excepting the day after, when she kidded, "Have any more surprises planned for me today?". Eventually, I just assumed that she'd forgotten about it, and it passed into memory.
Now, three weeks later, we were playing some kind of a game in my room. Before going any farther, I need to give background info: I was 11, Emmy was 10. Emmy's younger sister Melissa, who figures in in this story, but not the last one, was 9. It was summer vacation, about early to mid July, and we were enjoying our new found freedom from school. On this day, my parents were going to some kind of a block party or something, I forgot what it was exactly. They had left at about 1:00, and said they would be home at about 4:00. This meant they'd be home at about 5 or so! One word of advice. I will be telling you the time of each event. They may be wrong (but not far off), and I may have to embellish some parts that I don't remember very well. However, I remember most of it pretty well, the reason of which you will see tomorrow...
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 11:31:41 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Prologe con't
Sorry I got cut of there at the last part. As I was saying, I no doubt will remember much of this fairly well, for a reason you might understand. It was, in fact the first time I was ever tied up, and, the way I was feeling, almost the last (you'll see why). I had no idea how to do it properly, having only seen it in cartoons and such, so the first time I ever tied someone up (Emmy) she got out of my inept knots fairly quickly. As said before, this was three weeks after that incident, and Emmy had not done anything to indicate revenge. My parents were away, and they felt comfortable leaving Emmy, Melissa, and myself alone in the middle of the day. Melissa, Emmy's younger sister, coming over should have been the first clue, being that she almost never does. She'd rather play with her own friends than her big sister's. Well, it was about 2:15 am, when Melissa proclaimed that bastion of childhood expressions, "I'm bored", and promptly left the room...
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 11:49:35 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part I
About five minutes later, 2:20, I heard the front door slam, indicating that Melissa had left. But a little bit after that, I heard it slam again. Both Emmy and I looked at each other, not knowing what was going on (or so I thought). After a few seconds, Melissa came running past us and went into my room (we were playing in the spare room). I noticed her carrying something in her hands, so I went to investigate. I heard Emmy get up behind me. I walked into my room, but did not see Melissa anywhere. Suddenly, something jumped me from behind, and I realized it was Emmy. As said in the last story, Emmy really didn't have anything on me in terms of strength, but then Melissa came out from behind the bed, ran over, and jumped on me. Two against one was not an enviable position, and was one I couldn't win. I heard Emmy say to Melissa, "Take his socks off", to which I replied, "What?!".
"You'll thank us" she said. I felt my socks coming off, and I decided to put up as big a fight as I could. I kicked my feet up and down, and squirrmed around while Emmy was on top of me holding my hands. Melissa was able to get hold of one of my feet though, and unleashed the greatest wepon of all-Tickling!!! I quickly stopped kicking and started giggling uncontrolably. Both socks came off, and I felt them being put on my hands.
"What the Hell are doing?!" I yelled.
"Now?", Melissa asked.
"Now", Emmy said with a devilish tone to her voice...
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 12:15:11 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part II
Suddenly, Melissa started tickling me again. Laughing, I opened my mouth large enough for Emmy to shove a rag in my mouth. Even then I couldn't stop laughing! One word of point here though; I had no idea how to gag someone, and thought you just tie something around their mouth and that was it. I had no clue something needs to be in their mouth! Imagine my surprise about finding that out first hand. Emmy then took another rag and cinched it in my mouth to keep the other one in. This one was so tight I thought I would sufficate or something! Here as follows is a portion of the conversation:
Emmy: How you feeling?
Me: MMp-MMPmmpth. MMTHp!!
Emmy: Good!
At this point Melissa was holding my hands, and Emmy took another rag and tied it around my eyes. Then Melissa said, "I'll get his feet".
Emmy acknowledged her and set out to work on my hands. Suddenly, I heard a strange "ZZZZZZp" noise and felt something tighten around my right wrist. I heard the same thing and something tightened around my left wrist. Then I heard the noise again and felt my wrists come closer together. I tried to move them, but found it, shall we say, difficult. By now, my feet and hands were tied, and I was tightly gagged and blindfolded. Then I felt something tightening around my waist and arms. I was not getting out of this! Then, of all things, they both picked me up carried me out of the room!
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 12:45:35 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part III
They carried me out of my room, and put me down someplace. Then I felt my knees coming up to my chest. Finally, they took off the blindfold. To my surprise, I was in my parent's room, facing a large mirror, and leaning against the bed. I was in the fetal position, with a rope connecting the my ankle-rope to the rope around my waist. Needless to say, I was kind of in an akward position. The rope around my waist was string, while my feet and "connecter" ropes were from the belts of two of my bathrobes. Then Emmy took the blindfold and put it around the second gag, which was between my teeth, and put it outside my mouth. That made three gags! Emmy was always into overkill! Melissa put a battery clock next to me, and left the room. Then Emmy said the words I will remember forever:
"Your parents said they'd be home at 4:00. We are not going to untie you! Your gonna have to help yourself here. The thing is, it's not gonna happen! Eveything here we got from your house, so we'll deny everything if you tell anyone we did this!" Emmy came over and made sure the ropes were tight enough, patted me on the back, and snickered, "I told you I'd get revenge!"
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 13:09:34 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part IV
I was terrified! My parents, shall we say, were not as understanding as other parents described on this page. Coming home, finding me tied up in their room, would no doubt give them a coronary! Can you say "Child Phsyco-Therapist"? Well, they'd have about five of them on me before I was even untied! Emmy and Melissa were practicing "scorched earth" policy though, because no way could they get out of this incident clean either. But at that point, I wasn't exactly thinking of that point!
It was 2:30, and I had an hour and a half.First I tried my hands, but whatever they had used, it worked pretty well. Even with the socks on it hurt my wrists. My gags were tied so tight it was hard to even breathe through my nose. My ankles were tight, and the fetal position made me unbalenced. I struggled a bit, and fell over, to which I let loose the profanity, "Mmmph!" After about 10 minutes of struggling, I came to two conclusions: 1) I was unable to get back up, 2) My only chance might be to loosen the "connecter" string, regain balance, get back up, and see what happens. I spent a few minutes pushing and struggling, and eventually the bathrobe rope (not a perfect choice for the job, by the way), loosened and disconnected from my waist.
Now, I asked myself, where do I go from here?
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 13:49:01 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part V
I could balance myself now, and squirmed as close as I could to the bed, leaned up against it, and got myself upright again. It was 3:00; 1 hour left. Now comes the tricky part. A tried to squirm over to the mirror to see what in the world was keeping my hands together. Whatever it was, it was hard to see, but I could make out some kind of strap keeping them together. I came up with a difficult to impossible plan: Stand myself up, hop to the kitchen, get scissors, and cut like hell. I squirmed back over to the bed, leaned up against it, and used the leverage to get up. It took a while, but after about ten minutes, I stood up akwardly, and sat myself on the bed before I could fall over again. From there, I stood up, and thumped my way over to the kitchen. The neighbors probably heard it and thought it was an earthquake! I looked at the clock in the kitchen, and saw it was 3:25; 35 minutes left. I managed to get over to the drawer without killing myself, and opened it from behind. I turned around, looked for the scissors, turned around again rummaged around the drawer the best I could trying to grab them. I got hold of them, hopped over to the closest mirror, and tried to get loose...
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 14:15:59 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part VI
I hopped over to the bathroom mirror, but I couln't get a good view of my hands. I also had the socks to contend with. I could open the drawer and get scissors with them on, but I didn't think I could cut. I noticed a hole in one of them, and tried to enlarge it. I was successful, and put my hand through it, gripped the scissors, and had the ability to free myself. I hopped over to my parent's room one more time to use their large mirror to free myself.
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 14:33:21 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part VII
With a great amount of struggling, sweating, and and hopping, I got back to the large mirror. It was 3:37; 23 minutes left. I slumped down with my back to the mirror, and after more struggling, I was able to cut the strap connecting my wrists, freeing my hands. Now came the rope around my upper arms and waist. This was a toughie, but all of the struggling had loosened it a bit. I spread out my finally freed arms, and pushed the rope up past my shoulders. Then I took out the gags. I could finally breathe again. Then I freed my feet. I was finally out! It was 3:45; 15 minutes to go.
Kiaren
Mon Jul 13 14:53:37 1998"Emmy and Melissa" Part VIII and Conclusion
I took a while to relax, maybe a few minutes, before picking up all the stuff and putting it back. When everything was as it should be, I walked over to Emmy and Melissa's house to gloat. Surprisingly, I found them walking towards my house.
"How did you get out?" Emmy screamed.
"You didn't tie very well. You mean you havn't done this before?" I mocked. That was, if you remember, the same thing she said to me when I asked her how she got loose from my trap!
We went back to my house, and Emmy told me everything that had happened. A few days after I had tied her up, she told Melissa, and together they plotted to get revenge over the course of those weeks. Those straps she tied my hands with were actually those things you wrap around garbage bags et. al. to keep them from closing. Several of them together are like handcuffs, only these don't have a key. They put socks on me because they were wrapped so tight it can scar skin (right Gillian?). In fact, even with the socks my wrists were red. By the way, they were coming over to my house to untie me! Emmy said that was the plan all along, and she just wanted to scare me. Oh, she did! Trust me!
Eventually my parents got home at about 4:30! Emmy and Melissa left a little after that. Before she left, Emmy said, "There, now we're even".
I replied, "No, now everyone's fair game! Besides Melissa isn't even with anybody!"
Melissa turned around with wide eyes. Soon, she would be even! And this was, by far, not the last time myself or Emmy were tied up that summer.Kiaren
Tue Jul 14 01:36:07 UTC+0800 1998Sorry all, but I've been extremely lazy of late with regards to finishing my story of binding Hayley to a lamp post at my friend Stu's 10th (?) birthday party. The first two parts can be found in the second of the June archives for anyone that is interested.
As you may recall, Stu and I had just finished tying Hayley to a lamp post after Stu caught her while playing "chasey". Most of the other kids from the party were standing around and watching the show as I pulled out a handkerchief and rolled it into a tight band.
Hayley eyed me somewhat suspiciously. "What's that for?"
"We have to gag you so you can't call for help." I said, hoping I wasn't pushing things too far.
"But I'm not going to yell out. Promise." She said it with such conviction that I could see forcing a gag on her might not go down well with others present. Cursing my misfortune, I relented.
And so the game began again.
I spent most of my time staying close to Hayley's pole so I could watch as she squirmed against her bonds. A couple of times I guess I was paying too much attention to my captive, because I would suddenly find "it" charging at me, ready to lunge out a hand and tag me.
Surprisingly, no-one suggested tying anyone else who got caught. They just became "it", as in any normal game of chasey.
Eventually, we all became bored and moved on to another game. Stu and I untied Hayley who remarked it was kind of fun to be a prisoner. Unfortunately, we never enacted a repeat performance, but at least I have that memory today.
So that's it. I know it was pretty tame, but I hope the story gave someone a small amount of enjoyment.
Ash
Tue Jul 14 12:34:19 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998Hy! Here is Barbara writing again from Italy.
This site is always more and more interesting to me. I didn't believe there were so many people enjoying tieup games like me. I thought in my childhood that I was the only person interested in this matter. As a child I found out that strange thrill of being helpless while tied up as a cowgirl or robber caught in action. I remember that i was very excited noticing that anyone could handle me without I could do anything to avoid it. I think it wasn't anything of sexual or perhaps I didn't notice. I only loved the sensation of helplessness. So I often partecipated gladly in such delicious games where I could get tied up.
Now I am 27 and the game of being tied up has obviously a deep sexual mood.
Sometimes my boyfriend loves tieing me up and gagging and I love it too, and still now I'm excited above all by the consciounsess that he can touch and caress me at his willing and I can't avoid anything. But perhaps this subject doesn't fit this site. Excuse me.I think that I'd never had the heart to speak like this with a person known here in Italy but now I see that it is easy for me to post to this site for you to read.
I wonder if there is anybody able to speak Italian who reads this post from Italy or in USA. He could email me so to exchange some words about our respective point of view. If Italian isn't allowed I'd love to improve my English too.
I started with the intention of telling you another story about my tieup games (there is one special related to me bebysitting) but now I'm tired so I'll send it next time.
Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 14 18:31:04 Westeuropäische Sommerzeit 1998Hi everyone!
I have been away for a few days and look what happened. A whole lot of new and very good stories and posters.
new posters - Welcome! I enjoyed your stories very much. I would like to hear more.
Jonah
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1/index.html
jonah@anon.nymserver.com
Tue Jul 14 15:50:00 EDT 1998Hello, everyone.
It is really refreshing to learn that there are so many people out there who enjoy tieup games as much as I do, without the pain of S/M.
Anyway, Canuck has inspired me to do a Tripod website of my own. It seems to have several titles, because I changed my mind several times, but for our purposes we will call it "Ropeman's Tie Up and Gag Forum." Stories like the ones that appear here are welcome; however, the main purposes are (1) discussion (2) support (3)personals.
Here is a chance for those of you who are a little shy about your interest in tying up to open up about your feelings...and to ask questions of others about how they learned to accept this part of themselves. In other words, it is a chance for closet tieup enthusiasts to speak from the heart.
Also, you can place a personal ad if you are looking for a special someone who just happens to like bondage...but like this forum here, I am demanding that no post be sexually explicit. The problem with other bondage personal ads is that many of the advertisers are into the d/s scene, and want more than just basic bondage. Here is a chance for the "Tieup and gag ONLY" enthusiasts to meet....for people who enjoy roleplaying and having fun while being tied up.
I have made use of Tripod's guestbook. Now...can anyone tell me how I can remove any flames? Email me if you know.
Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tiegag@aol.com
Tue Jul 14 16:00:59 EDT 1998Oh..and I forgot...You can click on the link below to get to my website. Happy gagging!
Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tiegag@aol.com
Wed Jul 15 10:19:19 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998Barbara writing again from Italy.
When I was 19 I went to babysit a boy (called Marco) who lived near my house. His father was an engineer old friend of my family and I had been three other times to babysit Marco (12 years old) before.
I went his home at 9 pm and we had fun playing risiko untill 11 pm that was the hour he used to go to sleep.
That time he asked me to play once more a little stupid game of cards. He said that the loser would pay the forfeit. I agreed on condition that he would go to sleep straight after. So I asked: "What forfeit?" He said that the forfeit was to get tied up for 15 minutes. I was amazed and said that I didn't want at all to pay a forfeit like that. But he insisted on telling that he had saw his mother two days before paying a forfeit like that one.
I became very curious about that matter and told him that I could agree to play once again with this kind of forfeit if he would explaine that story. After swearing not to tell anything to anyone I eventually succeeded in knowing that strange event.
He told me that two days before, in the evening he had gone to sleep as usual but he had woken later and had gone in the kitchen to drink some water. Passing in front of the door of the living room he saw the door closed and having heard the father's voice had peeped through the keyhole.
There were the cards scattered on the table and his father was tieing up his mother to a chair. Marco watched for a while but when his Dad came towards the door he run on bed pretending to be sleeping. Later he returned quietly to watch through thr keyhole and his Mom was still tied to that chair.
"Now I told you the story. We must play, you promised".
So we played and in four minutes I had lost.
"OK -he said - Now seat on this chair and be quiet as I have to tie you up and gag".
I jumped to my feet: " Ehi, we said nothing about gagging. This isn't worth"."But when Mom pays the forfeit she is gagged too. I saw it on a picture".
"What picture?" Again I had to swear not to tell to anyone and he took me in the parent's bedroom. Then he picked up a little key from a pocket of the dad's jacket in the closet and opened a drawer. There was a envelop with some pictures of his Mom tied up on a stool and gagged with a ball stuffed in her mouth. She was wearing only panties and bra. Into the drawer, near the envelop, there were also a pair of handcuff and a rubber ball fastened to two straps that had been used to gag her in the picture. I had never seen a ballgag before.
Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 15 10:21:12 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998Marco and me. Part two.
I got quite schoked and didn't know what to say. He closed the drawer and we came back to his bedroom.
"Now you saw and it is your forfeit time". "All right! But if I don't succeed in freeing me after 15 minutes, you must promise to do it, and .... no gag! OK?" He smiled and promised. I tryed to convince him to tie my hand in front of me but he insisted so I agree to seat on the chair putting my arms behind the back and got tied up. I noticed at soon that Marco had obviously learnt how to tie a person up because the ropes were pulled and knotted very carefully. I could never free me. When I was all trussed up he said to wait for a while and left after switching off the light. So I was helpless in the dark, strictly bound to this chair and started to call him. Eventually he came back and said I was doing too much noise. He came behind me without turning on the light and as I opened my mouth he gagged me with the ballgag I had seen before in the drawer near the pictures. Then he turned on the light and sat on the bed staring at my struggles. I had never seen a ballgag before that day and never had been gagged with that stuff. It was quite effective and realizing to be able neither to spit it out nor to close my mouth I went like crazy and got excited as well but I didnt't want him to notice it.
"If you don't act for the best you'll never get free" he told me and I'm sure he was getting excited too looking at my body strictly bound.
After about 20 minutes he freed me from the gag and went to dry it and to put it in his proper place into the drawer. Then came back to me and untied the knots.
That was for me a very unforgettable experience, and i believe he made use of me with a trap in order to realize a sexual fantasy. Later in the summer he succeeded in tieing me up again. I knew what was going to happen and as I wanted to enjoy my helplessness I let him tie me up and gag with a scarf in the garden behind his house. But this is another story.
The moral of the story is that if you like tieup games as a sexual play you must pay attention to your kids. Often they know and it's likely they try to enjoy themselves in the same way.
Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 15 15:37:56 Pacific Daylight Time 1998I think it's time I posted again. Well I told you last time about how my babysitter tied me up and gaged me for an afternoon and I swore I would get revenge so here it goes.
Once again my mother was at work and my sister was gone so my mother called Marisa over to babysit. When she got there she came in to watch T.V. with me. All I could think about was how I was going to tie her up. Soon I got up and left the room and went to my room. Once I got there I pulled out a little bag I had with scarves, tape, a little bit of rope, and some bandannas in it. I picked out a few things and then called her up to my room. I heard her coming so I ran and hid. Now Marisa looked very hot that day. She was wearing white short shorts and a tight black top and a pair of big white socks because her feet always got cold.(I love women in socks. It drives me crazy!!!!) She opened my door and came in I jumped out and hand gaged her. She let out a big MMMPPHHH!!! I told her if she did what I said she would not get hurt. I took her over tomy deschair and sat her down. She began role playing right away. "why are you doing this. I'll give you anything just don"t MMMMPPPPHHHH!!,"
she tried to scream as I cut her off by stuffing a big scarve in her mouth and then tying another one around it. Ithen tied her hands behind her backItalian C
Thu Jul 16 11:30:59 1998I hope all of you liked the story I wrote. "Emmy" is actually a trilogy of sorts, for there is one more major event of our tie-up games together that summer. I also have some baby-sitter stories from when I became a babysitter a few years later. Please give me your reaction to "Emmy and Melissa" so I know whether or not you want to read the last part of the "Emmy Trilogy"!
By the way, there are very good stories from everyone here. Keep up the good posting!
And on a personal note to JD: It was the quality and originality of your stories that convinced me to post my own on this page! In a previous story, you said, "that was not the last time Karen was bound and gagged". I'm waiting breathlessly for more stories of Karen and your sisters...
Kiaren
Thu Jul 16 11:21:43 1998Thanks for clearing up my last post. Once again, great stories, wish I had anything acceptable to share. As for C, my guess is he was just a troll.
Dorren
Thu Jul 16 21:03:16 UTC+0100 1998Revenge all round (Part 1 of 6)
This is the last part of the story of my evening with Susan, who was babysitting both me and her younger sister Karen. My parents and Susan and Karen's parents were all away overnight, so Susan was looking after us all at her house. Susan was 16 and Karen and I both 13 or 14.
To recap, we had played a tie-up-and-escape game where Susan had been hog-tied and she had managed a magnificent escape. Susan's condition for playing the game had been that Karen should also be tied up but Karen and I reneged on the deal. Susan's subsequent revenge left Karen and me tied to chairs while she went to bed. We didn't get ourselves free until one in the morning.
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:03:47 UTC+0100 1998Revenge all round (Part 2 of 6)
A good night's sleep seemed to have dulled the developing chain of vendettas from the previous night. The three of us met up in the morning in the kitchen. Discussion over breakfast finally revealed what had been going on between the girls. It seemed that Susan had made several abortive attempts to tie Karen up in the past, but none had been successful. When Susan had been making preparations to tie me up (see my first story about Susan), she had finally got to grips with the principles involved. Karen had assisted Susan in working out some of the fine details of the tie-up that she was developing. Karen had also acted as test subject. Susan's thanks to Karen for this help had been to put her in a hog-tie for several hours. Karen was naturally annoyed by this treatment, but had not really got her own back until she and I had hog-tied Susan the previous evening. It transpired, then, that the two girls had each been using me as an agent for revenge on the other.
'In fact,' pointed out Susan, 'it's Jon that's been tying both of us up!' I was about to protest the spin that was being put on my actions, when Karen replied, 'Yes, he has - the rotter!' I suddenly realised where the conversation was going. 'Let's get him!' said Karen. I didn't stand a chance against the two of them. They grabbed me and dragged me into the sitting room, which was still strewn with socks and scarves from the previous evening's games. 'I should have left him in the chair,' said Karen. 'We could put him back,' suggested Susan, reasonably.
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:04:18 UTC+0100 1998Revenge all round (Part 3 of 6)
The tying proceeded more or less as it had the previous evening, with a certain amount of improvisation. They tied me back to the chair with a long scarf. My ankles were tied to the chair legs with long socks and my knees back to the chair legs and down to the front corners of the seat with scarves. They couldn't work out how to tie my arms as I had tied Karen, so they just tied my wrists behind my back. My gag from the previous evening had been a long socks with a big knot in the middle and they re-used it on me, now cold, soggy and unpleasant. When they had finished, the girls admired their work and looked really pleased with themselves.
It was about ten o'clock on Saturday morning when the girls finished tying me up. They suddenly realised that they ought to do a quick tidy up before their parents came home. Accordingly, they tidied, dusted and vacuumed round me while I sat watching them. Neither of them showed any sign of being about to release me.
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:04:48 UTC+0100 1998Revenge all round (Part 4 of 6)
About eleven o'clock, when, as it happened, both the girls were tidying upstairs, the front door opened and the girls' mother let herself in. She called out, 'Hello!' then came into the sitting room, to find me tied up there. She did a truly wonderful double take and was still staring at me when first Karen, then Susan came into the room. 'Hello, Mum,' said Susan rather lamely. 'What's going on?' asked her mother. 'Just a game,' was the reply. I'm not sure what the girls' mother was thinking, but she decided not to escalate the situation. She just said, 'I think you'd better let him go.' While Susan and Karen started untying me, their mother stayed in the room watching proceedings. As soon as I could speak she asked me, 'Did you agree to this?' I replied (fairly diplomatically), 'Not entirely.' This seemed to confirm the girls' mother's suspicions. 'I don't think that's very fair,' she commented. After a pause she added, 'After all, you wouldn't like it if Jon did that to you.' Both girls dissolved in laughter over this, but didn't seem inclined to tell their mother about the tying up games of the previous evening which made that comment so funny. Their mother was making a serious point and was clearly annoyed at their reaction. 'I think Jon should do that to you two, and you can see how much you like it,' she said crossly, 'And I've a good mind to help him do it.'
In the event the girls' mother didn't help, but she was adamant that the girls should have a taste of their own medicine and invited me to tie them up. I accepted with a suitable show of apparent reluctance ('Are you sure that would be all right?')
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:05:24 UTC+0100 1998Revenge all round (Part 5 of 6)
Having been given full permission to do it, I proceeded to tie the two girls to dining room chairs. While I had been tied up, I had worked out a slightly better tie-up than the one I had used on Karen the previous evening. I made a start on Susan. I still used a long scarf to tie her body to the chair back, but this time I stood behind the chair and passed the scarf over her left shoulder, diagonally across her chest and under the chair back below her right arm. I brought the two ends together behind the chair back, twisted them round each other, the took one end over her right shoulder and the other under the chair back below her left arm. I finally knotted the ends where they met just above her left hip. Susan looked surprised; I think it was more secure than she expected. I used another long scarf across her lap, round the back legs of the chair and back again, knotting it where the ends met in the middle of her lap.
Susan was now looking worried and Karen looked as though she couldn't decide whether to be amused at Susan's predicament or worried about what her own would be. I got Karen to fetch Susan some gloves and socks and to get some for herself. I explained to their mother that I didn't want them to suffer any chafing. When Karen returned, Susan put the gloves on and co-operated while I put the socks on her feet. I tied Susan's wrists behind her back with a long sock and hitched the binding onto the X formed by the scarf tying her to the chair back. Susan was wearing a skirt today, so, rather than tie her legs to the chair legs, I tied her ankles together with another sock, then tied one end of a scarf to her ankle binding and pulled them back under the chair seat. I tied off the other end the same point that I had tied her wrist binding.
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:06:01 UTC+0100 1998Revenge all round (Part 6 of 6)
The girls' mother had been watching the proceedings with interest. About half way through my tying of Susan, she said, 'You've done this before, havent you?' I admitted that I had, but she made no further comment. When I had almost finished tying Susan, she observed, 'You won't have enough there to do Karen,' and directed Karen to fetch some more scarves. Karen looked thoroughly betrayed, but did as she was told.
Karen's tying followed the same pattern, with Susan looking on with increasing amusement as Karen pouted more and more. When I had nearly finished tying her up, Karen complained loudly, 'This just isn't fair, Mum!' 'I say it is,' was her mother's reply.
'Very neat,' commented the girls' mother as I stood up after finishing tying Karen. 'Now, girls, why don't you say sorry to Jon.' 'Sorry, Jon,' they chimed in chorus.
'You gagged Jon as well,' the girls' mother continued, 'why was that?' There was a long pause, then Karen said, 'Well, it goes with tying up...' Susan glared at Karen; she had worked out where the logic was leading, even if Karen hadn't. Their mother turned to me and said, 'You'd better finish the job then, Jon.' She asked me how I was going to do it. I said I would put handkerchiefs in the girls' mouths then tie scarves over them. She told me where to find some clean handkerchiefs, which I fetched, then I gagged first Susan then Karen, making sure they could breath easily.
The girls were now both thoroughly tied and gagged. I then announced that, as it was now twelve o'clock, I really ought to go home as my parents would be back. The girls' mother said that was probably a good idea and bade me good-bye.
As I left the girls' house, I met their father coming in. I hovered just long enough to see his astonishment at finding his daughters both bound and gagged, with their mother's apparent approval.
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 21:06:34 UTC+0100 1998Postscript
Well, that's about it. That Friday evening and the following Saturday morning were one of the wierdest experiences of my life. It's taken three postings to get the whole story in, but I hope it's been worth reading despite the length.
Accurate? Yes, I think so, within the limits of memory. I'm even confident about most of the dialogue in this one.
Jon(McA)
Thu Jul 16 19:41:01 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Hello...I'm back to tell another that's come to mind. Quick point...sorry if I ruffled any feathers last month but I was only looking out for other people's interest and wasn't trying to be a troll. It's just that's hard I think to openly express yourself about these tie-up games without being self-conscious of what others will think of you. I still would like to encourage new writers to join in!
Jon(McA): You Brits must not get a lot of work done being tied-up all the time. Of course, you are all so typical in your attitude "Oh, hello there, I see you have the children all tied-up...Jolly good. May I have some tea?" Just kidding. It's better to have such an outlook on things of this nature than taking umbridge. Still you write some very interesting stories, as well as Gillian, etc.
Anyway, I'm back to write a story (that I had forgotten) about once visitng friends of the family and playing a tie-up game with the kids, who I'll call "Mike and Liz"...Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com
Thu Jul 16 20:02:12 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Here's a story about Mike, Liz and myself. I can't remember how old we were but I'll say I was 12, Mike was 11 and Liz was 10. We were playing some kind of Star Wars/Space pirate game were Liz was a "Princess Lea" character and Mike and me switched between playing Luke and Han to being the bad guys, too. Mike had an old Judo Gi (uniform)so he look like Luke Skywalker. What we had Liz do was hide her "treasure" that the pirates were after (which she hid in the next room). We started on our "ship" (a couple of tables and chairs to look like a "bridge") and pretended to be boarded by pirates. Then Mike and I switched roles becoming the pirates. We grabbed Liz and ask "Where's the treasure?" and she wouldn't tell us. So, I began to tie Liz up, so we could search the "ship" and she couldn't get away or scream for help. I forgoet what all I used to tie Liz up with. I remember using Mike's belt from his "gi" it's nice and long and wide; and Liz was little at the time. That was used to tie her upper body. I used either rope or scarve to tie her wrists, knees, and ankles. Then I found some double-sided carpet tape. When you peel off the paper so that the other sticky side is exposed, it makes an effective gag, even without "packing"...
Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com
Thu Jul 16 20:21:49 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Mike & Liz continued...
Like I've stated before, I've never used mouth "packing", one because I never thought of it and everyone (up to present) are willing "victims" of "play" and never have yelled for Help! or made a ruckus.
So, I've got Liz totally imobilized from head to toe. I didn't tie her tight but even if she tried I don't think she could have escaped! So, Mike and I proceed to scower the ship for "Booty". Liz had hid the "treasure" in their father's work-area. We found it and went back to the other room where we found Mike and Liz's father sitting around but no Liz. He scolded for going into his work space (there saws and such, you could get hurt) and we apologized. Then weasked where was Liz??? He untied her!!! because she had to go to the washroom. Good thing...would want a mess. Liz came back and I believe that I re-tied her (their father went back upstairs), using the same supplies but instead I tied Liz to a lawn chair and used another piece of the carpet tape to gag her with and kept on playing...
Next time I'll write another story with Mike and Liz when they were over at my house and we played "Cops & Robbers"...Ciao.Capt. Usagi
mizu_usagi@hotmail.com
Sat Jul 18 12:32:37 Pacific Daylight Time 1998Sorry I got cut off. I then tied her hands behind her back with a scarve and then tied her upper body to the chair. Then I began to tie her ankels together around her socks. This is what made me really excited. Then I tied her thighs down to the chair. I stepped back to watch her struggle and MMMPPHH. She could tell I was very excited. I left her tied for about 30mins. then I came back and protended to be the hero and save her. The next time we would play a bongage game would be two weeks later when two of her friend were over and one of mine was. Until then PEACE!!
Italian C
Sun Jul 19 12:23:41 PDT 1998Prisoners of War (Part 1 of 4)
(This is a follow up to my Prisoners of War story in the July archieves.)
As soon as the POW incident was over Steffi and I plotted payback. We didn’t bother with Sean, we knew that Cindy was the one behind taking us POW and were determined on revenge.
That’s the way our games went-and not just ours if you read other stories here. If
someone tied you up you tied them up. it was almost like a Japanese Kabuki play in its
ritual.The main problem Steffi and I had was time. Cindy was going to go home just three days after our captivity. The day after the POW escapade Sean had to go with his mom on a emergency trip when his grandmother was ill. That kind of ended our military maneuvers fate took a turn in our favor when Mom had to go interview for a job. She had been running a part time business selling advertising but had a chance for a full time job (which she got).
She would be gone most of the day and that gave Steffi and I a chance to hit Cindy at my house when she would least expect it since the wargames were over.
Our preparations were simple. We loaded our supersoakers told my siblings not to
interfere (my kid sister wanted to help after having been briefly taken prisoner by Cindy) grabbed the cords and the scarves we would need to secure the prisoner and the operation commenced.We went to the recreation room where a bed had been set up for Cindy. She was
reading one of my mom’s Stephan King novels (I had read them all too, my mom was
pretty liberal about what we read and thought a good scare never hurt a kid) when we
walked in, pointed our soakers at Cindy, and Steffi said "Now you are to be our
Prisoner!”(Steffi’s textbook English again,which made her stick our like a sore thumb
among California kids with their very informal English) Cindy looked surprised but then
stood up and raised her hands. By the rules of the game we had surprised her and she was our prisoner.dudalb
Sun Jul 19 12:33:00 PDT 1998Prisoners of War (Part 2 of 4)
Cindy was dressed in trunks and shirt, like the rest of us.She had long brown hair and
might be described as Sandra Bullockesque. I grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her and begun to bind them together. “Please make sure She cannot get loose” Steffi said, enjoying our captor being tied up for a change. “Don’t worry,” I replied “When we are done with Cousin Cindy, she won’t be going anywhere or saying very much” With that I made a final cinch and tied the final knot.But I checked to see there was no chaffing and the circulation was OK. Cindy didn’t say a word, just accepting her fate. She must not have been surprised when I put a clean handkerchief in her mouth and tied it in place with a scarf used as a cleave gag.We walked her over to a couch, sat her down, and tied her ankles together tightly.I told Steffi to watch her while I went to my room to get some more rope. As I left I heard Steffi ask Cindy “How does it feel to be tied up and gagged, Mein Liebchen?” throwing back the taunt Cindy had used on her ..Steffi must have gotten a little tired of all the jibes others liked to tease with because she was from Germany.. And God help you if you ran any World War II smack on Steffi.....
I came back down with additional rope and Steffi, with my technical advice, tied Cindy’s elbows to her sides with a 15 foot length of rope. As the final step I rolled Cindy over on her stomach, pulled her legs up and tied them to her wrists in a classic hogtie position. I did make sure that her ankles and wrist were tied about three feet apart in a fairly comfortable position.
Steffi looked on Cindy,now hogtied and gagged and used a very rare (for her) colloquial American Expression,”Well,Cindy, what goes around comes around, does it not.?” I checked My watch. We had been bound and gagged prisoners for about 45 minutes. That was how long we were planning to keep Cindy tied up.
dudalb
Sun Jul 19 12:38:05 PDT 1998Prisoners of War (Part 3 of 4)
However,we had a little something extra for Cindy planned. We were not happy she had made a major addition to the rules of the game on her own without any discussion.We probably would have approved the change, but Cindy preferred a coup d’état. Now she would pay for her mistake at the end of the 45 minutes.
We had 45 minutes to kill, and we didn’t want to leave Cindy alone. We just wanted a
little revenge, not to put her in any real discomfort (beyond what comes naturally with
being tied up and gagged) or danger. Steffi saw a chess set in the Rec Room and
suggested we play. For the next 45 minutes we played chess with Cindy bound and
gagged on the couch. It must have looked surreal, like from a really bizarre Ingmar
Bergman film. I lost twice to Steffi-she was a very good player, and I knew the rules and not much else about the game. She taught me how to play as opposed to just push the pieces around. Steffi was the High School champion all four years we attended the same High School, and did well in interschool competitions.About 20 minutes into the waiting period, I figured Cindy might be getting a little stiff so I untied her legs from her ankles and let her sit up for the rest of the punishment period.
When the 45 minutes were up I bent over to untie her ankles. Naturally she mmphed and I assumed she wanted me to undo the gag first-I did’nt-it was time for the extra added attraction.dudalb
Sun Jul 19 12:41:03 PDT 1998Prisoners of War (Part 4 of 4)
Steffi took a scarf and Blindfolded Cindy with it. I yelled for Chris my kid sister to come down. She did with her loaded supersoaker. Steffi and I grabbed ours, took Cindy by the arms a guided down the hall and out into the back yard. We stood her up against the tree took a piece of rope and tied her around the waste to the tree, and then explained why she was going to be punished for making unauthorized changes to the game. Steffi and Chris and I readied our Supersoakers and just before we pulled the triggers Steffi, one again getting back for Cindy’s teasing of her prisoner said ‘Auf Wiedersehen .Cindy” and then are three of us opened up on Cindy.
She squealed through her gag while she was being soaked. We did not cease fire until the soakers were empty.
As soon as the firing ceased I took the blindfold off and ungagged Cindy and untied her.
As if to let her know the score was now even, no hard feelings, Steffi got a couple of
towels for her. Cindy Didn’t say very much and then said, “This isn’t over yet”. It wasn’t but the next act didn’t take place until Christmas and I’m probably going to save that tale for the Holiday season. The strange thing is next day Cindy and Steffi went out to movie and shopping together. Our games, although they could be a little rough, had no real malice in them and no one seemed to carry any hard feelings over beyond the games. Cindy made up a story about falling into the pool to explaind her wet clothes, and the incident was over-for now.dudalb
Summer Camp (Part 1 of 3)When I was 19, I spent some time helping out in a summer camp with a few friends. Along with Steve (18), I was responsible for organizing all sorts of treasure hunts. To make things more fun, I suggested to Steve we should organize our hunts around themes: pirates, cowboys, detective stories, spies. Villains were sure to always show up: sometimes, we managed to have friends come over in the appropriate disguise to help our story lines; other times, we just had to use our imagination to make a bunch of 11 year old kids believe a villain had appeared without any outside help (and we often pulled it off!).
One day, because of a change in schedule, I had to quickly improvise a hunt with a story line. Unfortunately, at that point, one group had started to catch on to us and had realized Steve and I were behind all the mysterious appearances. At the time, our theme had evolved around the story of an organization of spies. So I pulled Steve into a remote area in the dorms and said: "Quick, I need your help for the next activity!" I suggested to him that, because everyone thought we were impersonating the villains, he should be the victim of our imagined bad guys to start off the next segment of our story. I told him that, as a lead into our next spy hunt, the kids could find him tied up and the great secret we were trying to hide from the spies would be gone (I forget the details of the story we had made up around the "secret"). I saw him hesitate and asked him if he had a better idea. He answered no, and I went to fetch a pile of ropes. What Steve didn’t know was there was another part to my little plan.
Ligotage
Summer Camp (Part 2 of 3)Tying up Steve wasn’t the best part of the story, but I still did my best. I made him lie face down on one of the beds in the dorm and used a first piece of cotton rope to firmly tie his hands behind his back, first looping the rope around his wrists, then crossing over the loops, between the wrists. I did the same with his feet. He was a little surprised when I took a third piece of rope and completed the hog-tie. When I was finished, he just said: "There’s no way I can get out of this one!" And I walked out. I was ready to move on to the next step of my little idea.
Leaving the room, I went to find Jodie (18). Jodie was a good friend and a great looking girl. We had an interesting relationship: we enjoyed each other’s company but always found ways to make the other miserable (but we had fun doing it!). Incidentally, I had just recently introduced Steve to Jodie, and he was very interested in her.
I told Jodie I needed her help and asked her to follow me. She asked why and I just answered: "Its a secret, but I am sure you’ll enjoy helping me!" As we moved towards the dorm where Steve was tied up, I started to explain that the kids were on to Steve and me and that she could help us turn the story around. I repeated again: "I think you’ll be glad you helped!"
We walked into the room and Jodie saw Steve hog-tied on his bed. She thought it was rather funny but Steve was quite embarrassed (he had the hots for Jodie). He tried to justify himself by saying to me: "There’s always someone who ends up being tied up in your stories" (and there was some truth to that!). After a moment of silence, I think I surprised them both when I said to Jodie: "I have to appear as a victim too. I need you to do the same thing to me." And she asked: "The same way?". I answered: "Whatever way you want".
I followed that sequence of events to make sure that I was tied up by Jodie and not by Steve. Also, I now had a live model and had set a certain standard so Jodie would not do a slopp
Ligotage
Summer Camp (Part 3 of 3)So Jodie picked up a piece of rope and glanced over to Steve to review how he was tied up. She asked me to lie down on another bed and proceeded to tie my hands behind my back. I was impressed by how firmly she was tying the rope: I guess she was getting a kick out of it. As she moved on to bind my feet, she commented that she had never seen a victim be so willingly tied up by a villain. And I am sure I was even more willing than she thought! I answered: "I guess this is your opportunity to get back at me for the tricks I play on you".
Steve was observing the scene silently. I imagine he was envious that I was being tied up by Jodie (poor Steve: his consolation prize was that he had been tied up by me! No one said life was fair!). As Jodie started working on the third piece of rope, tying one end to my bound wrists and the other to my feet, she said: "This is fun!". She finished up, smiled and said: "I’m done. Bye!" and she walked out.
By the time she walked out, Steve had already been tied up for more than 15 minutes. So I asked him if he had made any progress in releasing himself from his bonds. "No, still as tight as before. You really did a job on me. And how about you?" answered Steve. "She did a good job on me too. I don’t think I could escape on my own". We talked like that about the technical aspects of how we were tied up (we both knew quite a few knots) and about other stuff for about another 15 minutes, until we were found and released from our bonds. From there on, the spy hunt began, and we did not discuss the event after that.
PS
For those of you who wonder: of course I came up with other stories were Jodie was on the receiving end of the tie ups. And the fun thing was she usually participated in coming up with the scenarios!
Ligotage
Mon Jul 20 12:42:45 EDT 1998To Ligotage...Why didn't it occur to you to have Jodie gag you and your friend? I mean, after all, what is being tied up without a gag? ;-)
And...you didn't mention if you were a male or a female. Just wondered.
Also, I like your handle...to those of you who don't know, "ligotage" is French for bondage.
Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tiegag@aol.com
Mon Jul 20 22:51:40 GMT Daylight Time 1998Teacher Torture: Ol' Soggy (Part 1 of 6)
No dimly-remembered old tale from me this time. This one happened a few Saturdays ago at our annual school fete...
Each year, about the beginning of July, my school holds its annual fete, part of school "Activities Week" at the end of the academic year. There are lots of stalls and sideshows of one kind or another, mostly run by pupils or their parents. The whole event is in aid of various (mainly local) charities.
Do you know what an "Aunt Sally" sideshow is? It's where you pay to throw things at a human target. We have had some form of Aunt Sally stall at the fete for longer than I've been on the staff there. It started out with one or two brave teachers being sponsored to let pupils throw wet sponges at them and has escalated from there. The principle is still the same, a number of teachers present themselves as human targets for half hour stints (usually in pairs) and pupils get to throw things. We sell a limited number of tickets for the privilege of 5 minute worth of throwing. It used to be a flat rate for tickets, but that led to a vigorous black market, so ticket sales are now strictly by sealed-bid auction! I've volunteered as an Aunt Sally every year for the 8 years I've been on the staff.
The staging of the Aunt Sally show has become more elaborate over time. About 5 years ago, someone coined the title "Teacher Torture", which has a nice ring to it, so it has stuck ever since. The restraint applied to the willing victims has also increased over the years. The first two years I was involved, we were expected just to stand still and take it - in practice a lot of ducking and weaving took place. That progressed to being expected to sit on chairs, then to chairs with lap straps, then last year to being tied to chairs and (optionally) gagged. (I let it be known beforehand that I would be gagged, because I thought I would probably command a higher ticket price at auction that way.)
Gillian B
Mon Jul 20 22:52:31 GMT Daylight Time 1998Teacher Torture (Part 2 of 6)
Another woman teacher (let's call her Mhairi, pronounced "Varry" - it's a Gaelic name) and I put our names down to do the first half hour shift as a pair this year. Dressing up is not compulsory, but very much de rigeur, so Mhairi and I went as St Trinians-style schoolgirls. (She went as a willowy sixth former with a gym slip that barely covered her bottom and left two inches of bare thigh above her stocking tops, while I went as a dumpy fourth former with a baggy knee-length outfit over woolly tights, a wig with sticking-out plaits, painted-on freckles and a front tooth painted black to suggest a gap.)
This year, the team that organised Teacher Torture excelled themselves. I had complained last year about the discomfort of being not only soaked to the skin but also tied up with wet ropes. This year's offering was a pair of chairs which had been adapted into sort of 3-dimensional cartoons of electric chairs, with lots of straps fitted to them. Also, above each chair hung a shower head, with a pipe leading to a big plastic barrel about 6 feet off the ground. Between the chairs a post had been banged into the ground and on it was a notice - "Ol' Soggy".
Gillian B
Mon Jul 20 22:53:30 GMT Daylight Time 1998Teacher Torture (Part 3 of 6)
Mhairi and I were ushered to our seats by two girls (sensibly) wearing waterproof jackets, trousers and boots. The restraints were made of the nylon webbing used for car seat belts, with Velcro to secure it. A 5-point harness secured us over the shoulders, round the waist and between the legs (after adjusting my skirt). Additional straps held us at wrists, elbows, ankles and knees. All in all, not uncomfortable, but devastatingly effective! As we were being strapped down, it dawned on me that, as Mhairi is the head of Craft, Design and Technology (Art and Woodwork, in my day), she must have provided the workshop space to build this stuff. "You knew about this!" I accused. "Umph," she replied, already gagged, which I understood as "Yes." My gag put an end to the conversation. We were cleave gagged with school scarves, and someone wanted to do it properly - the scarves had been knotted first.
As we were the first victims of the afternoon, the rules of engagement were explained to the waiting kids, so in true damsel-in-distress fashion we were treated to a detailed lecture outlining our fate before anything actually happened! There were three available lines of attack. There were two see-saw-like catapults for launching "custard pies" (paper plates piled with cheap shaving foam), there were more Super Soakers than I'd ever seen in one place before and there was "Ol' Soggy". The barrel above and behind us was fed by a pipe from a stirrup pump (hand operated up-and-down job). Pumping the stirrup pump would progressively fill the barrel. The output pipes from the barrel came out at the bottom, then went up the side of the barrel, nearly to the top, before going down to the shower heads above us.
Gillian B
Mon Jul 20 22:54:16 GMT Daylight Time 1998Teacher Torture (Part 4 of 6)
We were subjected to alternate barrages of custard pies (most of which actually went wide or went over our heads) and sprayings with the super soakers, which at least cleared the foam off our faces. Every now and again, the pumping would get the water in the barrel to the critical level, then it would self-syphon itself out through the shower heads until the barrel was empty again. By the end of our half hour, we had been on the receiving end of the best part of 50 custard pies each and probably 20 gallons of water, so it didn't take much acting to struggle and squeal appropriately.
At the end of our ordeal, Mhairi was shivering with cold. The weather was cloudy, but not at all cold on Saturday in our part of England, but if you're strapped to a chair and wet right through to your knickers, it doesn't take much breeze to feel really chilly. I had anticipated this from previous bitter experience. I had the warmer costume anyway, but I was also wearing my long winter underwear underneath it all just to make sure - and I had insisted on wearing gloves. I was nevertheless more than happy at the prospect of a warm staff room and a chance to change out of my wet things afterwards.
Gillian B
Mon Jul 20 22:55:04 GMT Daylight Time 1998Teacher Torture (Part 5 of 6)
Last year, after my soaking, I had (jokingly) demanded a stretcher to take me back to the school building. A number of small groups had rapidly formed and attempted to outbid each other in the charity donations they were prepared to make for the privilege. This was fun but got in the way of the planned events of the day. This year, I held a separate auction beforehand, with bidding restricted to students in the sixth form group who have me as their class teacher. The winning syndicate were on hand while I was being unstrapped from the chair. They were provocatively dressed as "doctors" and "nurses", with amazing amounts of stocking-clad leg on view (and some of it not on girls!) The stretcher they provided wasn't the ancient canvas job out of the school first aid cupboard, which I expected. It was one of the kind they use for mountain rescue, which wraps round the injured party and then fastens with straps. Accordingly, I was wrapped in a big red blanket, then strapped securely into the stretcher - completely immobilised, but at least I was warm! While this was going on they "forgot" to remove my gag. I was duly paraded round the school playing field where the fete was going on and finally taken into the staff room and unpacked from the stretcher.
After I'd dried off and changed, I was able to enjoy the rest of the afternoon (including en enjoyable session singing in the school choir), with occasional visits back to "Ol' Soggy" to watch some of my fellow teachers being assaulted.
Gillian B
Mon Jul 20 22:55:54 GMT Daylight Time 1998Teacher Torture (Part 6 of 6)
Two curious observations from the day. First, there seemed to be a fairly even mix of boys and girls with tickets to soak the male teachers, but for the female teachers, girls far outnumbered boys. Second, the custard pies that actually hit me always turned over exactly one and a half times in the air, so they were foam side down as they struck - I wonder how long it took somebody to get that to work.
Well, it was fun and it raised a lot of money, but I'm glad we only do this once a year! The fete and various spin-off activities raised about 3000 pounds of which about 80 was down to my efforts, so I'm really quite pleased.
Gillian B
Tue Jul 21 20:29:37 EDT 1998Gee, Gillian. I didn't know you were a teacher....and you didn't mind being tied up and gagged in front of all those students? I am a teacher...or should I say a former teacher in a Christian school, no less. And that was always my biggest nightmare...that some students would gang up on me and tie and gag me in front of the whole school...on the other hand I might enjoy it too much. And the way it is in this country, I would NEVER hear the last of it if I allowed my students to do that, even if it were all in fun.
Speaking of students, I have some gag stories to share...actually they are tape stories.
When I was teaching 7th graders, I had a handsome young boy named Daniel who asked me if he could borrow some of my Scotch tape. Naturally I let him, because it is there for students to use, only most of the time they use it to tape their papers and repair their books, things like that.
For some reason, he decided to put the tape on his mouth. He knew that I thought he talked too much, but I would never have done the deed to him. It was all his idea, and I think he thought he was doing me a favor. This was toward the end of the period, and not all that much was going on. He made several mmphing sounds, but most of the other kids ignored him. He did have quite a sense of humor. He would then remove it, and put some more on. This seemed to go on forever. Anyway, the next day at the BEGINNING of the period, he did his deed AGAIN. I let this comment slip: "You really like that, don't you?" "Yeah," he said before he gagged himself. He soon grew bored with it, but I have wondered to this day...does he like to be gagged and does he get turned on by it? I'll never know. What do you, the readers think?
Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tiegag@aol.com
Wed Jul 22 01:20:37 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 1 of 7)
In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks with my cousins at my Aunt Jean's house. We had played a bondage game at Becca's house on Monday of the first week, where Becca (age 13), a friend of my cousins', gained the upper hand and made everybody her captive--only to have her mother abruptly end the game by calling us to dinner (for more details, see my previous post, dated July 2). According to the rules of the game, since nobody had a chance to escape, that game was still in effect, thus technically making us all Becca's captives whenever a new game began.
That new game took place just after breakfast on Thursday of that same week, when Becca invited my cousins Donna (12), Shirley (10), George (6) and me over to her house for a swim in their pool. At least that was the cover story for Aunt Jean, who didn't know that Becca's mom would be out for most of the day. Becca's mom left Becca and Jim (11) with the promise that they wouldn't go swimming unless it was at our house. However, despite the oppressive heat and humidity, splashing in the pool would be the last thing on anybody's mind. After changing into our bathing suits--which we knew would never get wet that day--Donna, Shirley, George and myself headed off for Becca's house, which was a few doors up the street.
Because of his status as the "baby" of the family, George was protected from getting tied up in our games. Yet he still participated as an eager observer, usually switching sides between the captors and captives whenever it suited him. His excitement over what the girls and I were going to face was so great that George ran on ahead of us.
Wed Jul 22 01:26:15 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 2 of 7)
We arrived at Becca's house without incident. George stood on the grassy strip between the house and driveway and pointed at a note which was taped to the side door. "Come on in!" it read in Becca's handwriting.
Donna, Shirley, and I gave each other a wary look. Then, Donna patted my bare shoulder and said, "After you, Doug."
"Oh, no," I replied, smiling, "ladies first!"
"Somebody go in!" George muttered, annoyed.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside. The girls and George were right behind me. The kitchen was dark--in fact, the interior of the whole house was dark, every curtain and shade in the house had been shut, and all of the lights were out. Every one of the window-mounted air conditioners were going at full blast, making the tiled floor feel cool beneath my feet. The four of us stood nervously in the center of the kitchen, waiting for something to happen. I fought the crazy urge to yell "Honey I'm home!" at the top of my lungs.
Little did we realize that our maniacal hostess had come up from the basement and was spying on us on the basement steps. We couldn't see her because the dining table covered our view of the stairs. When Becca abruptly jumped up from behind the wrought iron railing with a water pistol pointed at us, Shirley nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Stick 'em up!" Becca triumphantly said.
Donna, Shirley and I promptly raised our hands.
Doug
Wed Jul 22 01:32:33 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 3 of 7)
"I've got Jimmy tied to his bed," Becca said. She raised her hand and revealed a pair of handcuffs. "Now it's your turn. I only have one pair of these, so Doug and Shirley will have to share while I get Donna fixed up."
"I hope you have keys for those," Donna muttered.
In response, Becca pulled out a pair of keys from the front pocket of her cut-off shorts. Donna was ordered to kneel on the floor with her hands clasped behind her head, which she did. Then Becca handcuffed Shirley and me to the wrought iron railing. The handcuffs were just a toy pair made of hard plastic. Only my left wrist and Shirley's right wrist were manacled to one of the railing's balusters, but this was enough to keep us from going anywhere while Becca escorted Donna downstairs--followed by George, who appeared enthralled with this little drama. Shirley and I knelt on the floor side by side and waited quietly. Shirley appeared as excited as I felt.
After a few minutes, Becca returned alone with a length of clothesline rope and a roll of duct tape, which she placed on the floor. Becca freed my wrist, then cuffed both of Shirley's wrists in front of her to the railing. With Shirley secure, Becca used the rope to bind my wrists together in front of me. Then she gagged me with several strips of the tape.
As Becca began to escort me down the steps, I saw Shirley give me a double thumbs up through the railing with her cuffed hands.
Unable to speak thanks to my gag, I just rolled my eyes. This produced a mild chuckle from Shirley.
Doug
Wed Jul 22 01:38:59 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 4 of 7)
Becca led me into the rec room, where I immediately noticed three things: it felt much warmer here than upstairs, the fold-out sofa had been opened, and Donna was tied to it. The sofa was now a double sized bed, fitted only with a mattress liner. Donna laid on her back sideways across the broad bed, with her wrists and ankles bound to the opposing ends, secured to the metal framework which surrounded the mattress.
Becca told me to lay down next to Donna, but in the opposite direction, so that my feet would lay next to her head and vice versa. When I did, Becca secured my already bound wrists with another cord of rope to the metal frame. Like Donna, I laid with my arms pulled over my head. Becca came around to the other side of the bed and grabbed some more rope. Oddly enough, she made me cross my ankles before she tied them together. I saw that Donna's ankles had also been tied while they were in a crossed position. Becca fastened my bound feet to the framework on the opposite end of the mattress.
When she was finished binding me exactly like Donna, Becca picked up the roll of duct tape and another strand of rope. "I'm going for the last one," she told George, who had stood admiring her bondage work, "watch them."
George's idea of "watching" us consisted of merely gaping wide-eyed at Donna and me until Becca brought Shirley downstairs. Shirley's wrists were tied together in front of her, and she was thoroughly gagged with the duct tape. When she saw Donna and me, Shirley's eyes grew comically wide.
Doug
Wed Jul 22 01:45:17 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 5 of 7)
Shirley was made to lie down next to me, yet once again in the opposite direction so that her feet were next to my head. Becca tied her down to the bed just as she tied Donna and me--she even had Shirley cross her ankles before binding them, as well. Once we were all tied up, Becca made a careful inspection of all of the knots which secured our wrists and ankles to the fold-out bed. Then Becca stood up and regarded her bound captives with a satisfied smile. We could only stare back helplessly at her, our bodies stretched out taunt like ceremonial victims on a sacrificial altar. George looked both impressed at our bonds and relieved that he wasn't with us.
Becca reached down and tickled the girls' bare feet, then she came around the opposite side and tickled mine. Neither the girls or I gave any reaction, because we knew Becca was a tickle-hound and had expected this from her. She asked George to help her turn on four fans which were scattered throughout the rec room. Two of them blew warm air directly over us captives on the fold-out bed. It may not have been air conditioning, but it was better than nothing.
"I hope you guys don't mind spiders," Becca said, in that 'oh-so-casual' manner of hers. "They crawl across the ceiling here, and drop straight down on their webbing. I hope they're not poisonous, because you've got a lot of exposed skin here." With a broad grin, she glanced at George and added, "When we come back in a half hour, we'll probably find the three of them all covered with thousands of spiders."
That thought made George stare up at the ceiling nervously.
Doug
Wed Jul 22 01:52:19 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 6 of 7)
I wish I could tell you that Donna, Shirley and I managed to work ourselves free and make our escape--but the plain fact was, we remained tied to the fold-out bed until Becca freed us a half hour later. This is not to say that we didn't try to escape. As soon as we were left alone, both Donna and Shirley began writhing and squirming, which made the bed creak in protest. Donna then tried to reach for the knot binding my feet, and I even attempted to move them closer for her, but this was a futile gesture; our limbs were tied down too securely, and we were spaced apart just enough so that our bound hands were out of reach of any knots that we could pull loose. After a few minutes, we accepted our fate and merely laid there quietly. I stared at the ceiling and thought about Becca's taunts about spiders. It occurred to me that if I were the captor of this game, I would have strung up rubber spiders directly over the bound captives on the bed.
When Becca returned to untie us, Karen and Jim were with her, as well as George. Both Jim and Karen stared at us with a mixture of shock and awe. Becca actually looked proud. After a few more minutes of laying there under intense scrutiny, Becca finally freed us--however, she only cut us loose from the bed, our wrists and ankles were still tied together.
As Becca and the others started towards the steps, she told us to join them upstairs for some iced tea when we were completely free. I untied Donna's hands while Shirley bent over to free her ankles. Then I freed Shirley's wrists while Donna untied my ankles. Once Donna untied her feet, the three of us finally got off the fold-out bed from hell.
Doug
Wed Jul 22 01:59:12 PDT 1998Becca's captives (Part 7 of 7)
When we joined the others in the kitchen upstairs, Becca, who was pouring the iced tea into glasses for us on the table, started gloating about how, according to the rules of the game, we were all still her captives. "You guys might as well make me the permanent captor of all games from now on," she added, "because you'll never escape anything I put you in."
This started a riotous argument, one which I stayed out of by quietly sipping my iced tea. While I didn't mind having rules which promoted safety in the games, I missed the spontaneity of the games last year, where nobody knew what was going to happen to whom. I had decided right then and there that I was going to get back at Becca--on my own, if I had to. And I'm pleased to say that I did. Of course, that's another story for another time. Thanks for reading.
Wed Jul 22 14:28:54 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998Hello. Here Barbara again from Italy.
What's the weather like there in USA? Here it is nice, warmish, and very suitable for boys and girls willing to play outdoor tieup games. I believe that at the moment there are a lot of them who enjoy to play cowboys and indians or robbers and cops. Who knows how many girls will get tied up and gagged like me, when I was 8 and learnt for the first time the grasp of the ropes around my wrists and the helplessness of not being able to speak because a gag. Here for you a story of those carefree years.
A little joke (part one)
It was in summer and I was 10 or 11. I liked very much playing with my brother and our friends outdoors in the countryside. We run all the day among wild flowers, meadows and trees. There weren't different roles: boys and girls were all the same. I remember a bright, sunny morning when we had planned to go to the river 2 miles away from our houses. We were allowed by our parents to bathe all togheter in a little inlet where the water was always calm and very little deep. After the swim we were all sat in our bathing-suit on a little glade and we were talking of this and that when a friend (whose name is Renato) suggested to play a game he had invented. Every one had to take the clothes of another one and to hide them somewhere.
Then we would start to search for them and if the clothes of a person got found, that person would get prisoner of the one had found his or her clothes. Obviously it was forbidden to find the same clothes everyone had hidden. I didn't know they had come to an agreement before and when we started to play I run hoping to find my clothes first.Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 22 14:31:05 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998A little joke (part two)
But they had planned to make a dirty trick to me. Indeed, after a while Renato found my clothes and told me that as I had become his prisoner he would tie me up so I didn't run away while he continued with the search of others clothes. He had some ropes and I didn't wonder why he was so organized. I only thought that briefly there would be a lot of us tied up like me, and as I had enjoyed being tied up before, during others games, I willingly agreed to be bound. He had me to stay with my back against a little tree and then tied my wrists up behind the trunk. Then tied my ankles up as well to the trunk. Other people were all somewhere searcing the hidden clothes. He sid hello to me and left. So there I was alone, wearing only my bathing-suit, tied up to a tree. In the distance I could hear the voices of my fiends while searching the clothes. After a while one of them came to sit in front of me saying he had find his own clothes and indeed he was wearing them. Then another one came to sit in front of me telling the same, then another one and in a little time all of them were sitting around the tree where I was tied up and all of them were wearing their clothes, except the one whose clothes I had hidden. They were all laughing and Renato said that as I was the only person that got prisoner I couldn't be freed untill I would say where I had hidden the missing clothes.
I fully realized the trick they had made to me and was a little angry but at the same time I was quite pleased with that situation and was enjoying to be helpless in front of them.Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 22 14:32:21 Ora legale Europa occidentale 1998A little joke (part three)
So I said that I never would reveal where the missing clothes had been hidden. Renato said that in that case I wouldn't get free and as I started to complain about the trick they had made to me he said that it would be better to gag me for a while. In a minute he gagged me with a handkerchief which he kept pressed into my mouth with my two stockings bound together. The knot went above the handkerchief just bettween my teeth. Only after they had teased me for an half hour saying that they never would free me if I didn't try to do it hard by myself, (and i'm sure they watched my stuggles very willingly) Renato untied the knots. And before coming back to our houses I said where the missing clothes had been hidden.
That was a fanny day which I still remember with a great pleasure.
Is there any girl who likes being tied up like me? I'd like to have a chat with her about our point of view in this matter. Better if in Italian language. You can send me a mail.
Barbara
yanez82@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 22 18:17:26 Westeuropäische Sommerzeit 1998Hi,
Doug, Barbara - Great stories. Keep posting.
Thu Jul 23 15:41:31 1998Great stories. I'm glad that this site is here, because so far I haven't been able to find anything else like it. Even Bob's Page died. Thanks for making sure this one survives.
Dorren
Mon Jul 27 08:05:21 GMT Daylight Time 1998Just a note say that Bob857's page is alive again!
MickStupp
mickstupp@hotmail.com
Mon Jul 27 12:36:31 CDT 1998Doug, great story. Oh to have grown up like you. Gillian, a great story also, but what we have come to expect that. I wish I had a teacher like you! Everyone please keep up the good work.
mike
mimede@usit.net
Mon Jul 27 21:51:47 GMT Daylight Time 1998I assure you I can also be a very fierce teacher when the occasion demands :-)
Gillian B
Tue Jul 28 15:11:12 1998Y'know, it's become a little slow here recently. If things don't pick up, I might have to bore you with my final Emmy story or some of my babysitter stories! That's a threat, people! Come on out and write. I encourage people who have never written before, or some babysitter stories, or anything. Maybe Canuck can open things up again with one of his stories. I hope to see something soon.
Kiaren
Wed Jul 29 03:31:52 PDT 1998Jonah and Mike: your kind words are appreciated.
Wed Jul 29 11:02:49 1998Indeed Bob857 is back up and a good a ever.
A comment for Gillian B:
I've been reading your and the rest of your family's escapes for awhile now. Thanks for sharing them.
I was intrigued by your description of 'Ol' Soggy' in Teacher Torture. It's sounds a lot better than the old dunk tank routine and safer. I happened to see someone abruptly dunked in the tank just as he was exchanging remarks with someone in the audience. He inhaled water and it was quite alarming for my daughter to see someone wretching and coughing.
Finally, I'm going to try and use to paragraph this monster. If it doesn't work will someone send me an e-mail on how to do it. Also does anyone know how to paragraph a Dreambook?
Regards
Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com
Wed Jul 29 11:19:30 1998Hey the '' worked like a charm. Now all I need is the Dreambook answer.
Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com
Wed Jul 29 20:59:51 GMT Daylight Time 1998Hi Jemej (how do you pronounce that?)
I think I got the description of Ol' Soggy right. My husband explained the physics to me afterwards. I'm tempted to say it all went over my head...
And I'm INORDINATELY proud to say that I know how to put paragraph breaks into dreambooks! Jon(McA) told me ages ago, and I've since learned some HTML (school web site project). You have to put HTML paragraph tags into the stuff you post. They go [P] EXCEPT THAT THE SQUARE BRACKETS SHOULD BE LESS-THAN AND GREATER-THAN SYMBOLS. (I can't actually put them in here because Tripod's message thing eats anything that looks like HTML.)
So you go:
[P]
Paragraph
[P]
Another paragrgraph
[P]
and so on...I use them to put stuff in [B]bold[/B] or [I]italic[/I] too. If you don't know what HTML looks like, go View->Document Source on your browser, scroll down past the header stuff and you'll see how it works.
Hope that helps.
Gillian B
Wed Jul 29 16:28:33 1998Gillian B:
Thanks for the help. You wouldn't know if there are any colour controls would you?
Now all I have do is use that source trick to figure out control characters in a Dreambook.
Jemej is nothing more than my initials mirrored. When I signed on to Rocketmail they wanted an e-mail address and JEM was already used up. I could have used JEM2 but opted for the flip-flop. I could also have used my real name (in fact it's probably available in one of the e-mail directories) but like most people I like the idea of a certain level of anonymity and prefer to separate my 'net' activites from my professional life. I've also started using Jemej as my nom-de-plume (sp) when I write bondage short stories for Felix over at Archives BBS or Derek Barker.
Thanks again
Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com
Thu Jul 30 10:29:20 CDT 1998Gillian,
If you can really be so fierce, i really want you for my teacher. Maybe you could keep me after school and tie me up! Thanks for all your great stories. You had mentioned in the past you would post some stories about your aunts. i know i am anxiously awaiting them, and i bet others are also.mike
mimede@usit.net
Thu Jul 30 18:52:35 PDT 1998The Houdini Challenge (Part 1 of 5)
When I was 15 a new kid moved into the block .This was the spring after the summer in which my Mom’s great escape and the POW incident took place. It was Easter
break when we got one week off..Steffi, my transplanted German girlfriend was visiting her Father in Law’s relatives in Oregon,so she wasn’t there for Gina’a arrival.If Steffi
brought some European flavor to the block, Gina brought something else: East Coast Big City Attitude and more then enough Chutzpah to back it up. Gina was from a Italian Neighborhood in Chicago and was Third Generation Italian-American and very street smart. Later she admitted that the move upset her and her way of coping was to play the wisecracking, tough Eastern city street kid angle to the hilt.I found this out the first time she was over at my house. My mom invited the new family over for dinner (Gina was just two houses down) and Gina soon showed she was not
afraid to voice her opinion. She was about five foot six and was dressed in a skirt and
sweater . She had black hair down over her shoulders. She looked like a normal 15 year old.Gina walked into our family room. One corner was devoted to San Francisco 49ers Stuff, Both me and my dad were fanatic 49ers fans-and still are. She took one look at the 49ers helmets, the autographed Joe Montana Football, the huge Poster of Joe Montana on the wall, and asked one question “So you like the 49ers?”(I’m not going to try to recreate Gina accent except to say it screamed Chicago) “Yeah” I said. “Well Mike Ditka and the Chicago Bears are going to kick your Butts this year”.This was Rank Heresy! How dare this new girl from Chicago insult my beloved Niners in their shrine! Needless to say a argument ensued until we were called in to dinner. But I knew Gina would have to pay for her sacraleige.. Gina would have to spend some time bound and gagged to contemplate her sin.
dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Thu Jul 30 19:04:46 PDT 1998The Houdini Challenge (Part 2 of 5)
Actually , I found Gina a pretty cool kid once I recovered from my first taste of her
Chicago attitude. I had never really never really known someone like that before. Oh,
there had been kids from New York or Chicago or Boston,but must most of them were from the suburbs and in the U.S. Suburbs are Suburbs are Suburbs and the kids didn’t have Big City attitude. Gina, from Central Chicago did. But the fact I liked her did ‘did’nt keep me from wanting to tie her up. I would have gotten around to that anyway. But her insult to my team moved it ahead on the schedule. A fan has to do what a fan has to do.I knew this would take some planning. Gina was tough and smart and I would have to find a avenue of attack. But the next day I found one.
I offered to show Gina around the neighborhood the next day. I was walking through a
large semiwild park area near our house when, without thinking, I took a shortcut down a steep hill. It wasn’t really dangerous but you had to keep your footing to keep from sliding down. I had begun to go down when I thought “Hey Gina’s a city kid, she can’t take a hill like this without falling “I begun to go back up. Gina asked why . When I told her she gave me a dirty look and started down the shortcut. She slipped, but was not hurt. But I suspected her weakness.That gave me a clue! I “accidentally, on purpose” took other shortcuts. Nothing really hazardous but new for a city kid. Gina took them all with me. I found her weakness. She could not refuse a challenge. To do so would make her loose face.That would be unthinkable to any one with Big City Attitude.The old Houdini challenge was my line of attack.The Houdini Challenge was to dare a person that he or she couldn’t get loose if you tied them up. You had to be able to judge character to choose who it would work on. But I felt pretty sure it would work on Gina. To Be Continued
dudalb
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Thu Jul 30 21:48:12 PDT 1998The Houdini Challenge (Part 3 of 5)
When we got back to my House we went in and watched T.V.Luck was with me in that the show we were watching had a scene where the heroine was tied up by the bad guys. I commented that they hadn’t done a very good job, that in real life she could get loose in a matter of minutes said I could do a much better job. I was careful to say the last in a very boastful way. Gina took the bait!
“Oh yeah?”,she said.
“Oh yeah” I replied.
“I could probably get out of anything you could put me in”
“Right,Miss Houdini.”
I now reeled her in;”How about a deal: we’ll take turns tying each other up and see who can escape-and how long it takes.”Gina said “Done” and we agreed for the contest to take place the next day.
The next day Gina came over in jeans and sweat shirt. I already had the rope and scarves out. Mom was at work.. We briefly set the ground rules: Each one would have 45 minutes to escape. Gags would be allowed (to prevent use of the teeth) but no blindfolds. We then flipped a coin and Gina won. She would tie me up first.
Gins tied my hands behind me palm to palm, then told me to sit on the couch. She then tied my ankles together and cleave gagged me with a scarf. A final coil of rope tied my elbows to my sides. She said “OK, get out of that!”
Gina was astonished when in fifteen minutes I had. She knew how to tie knots fairly well and tightly but not how to put them in positions where they would be hard for fingers to reach. As a result It was comparatively easy for me to untie my own wrists. Gina showed promise as a captor but has a lot to learn.
I pulled out a kitchen chair, asked Gina very politely to sit down on it, and then asked her if she had any final words before she was bound and gagged. Gina gave a little gulp and said no. I think that by now she realized she had be tricked, and I would be much more through in tying her than she had with me.
dudalb
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Thu Jul 30 21:49:08 PDT 1998The Houdini Challenge (Part 4 of 5)
I told Gina to put her hands together behind the chair.. I crossed them and tied them
together very tightly but not painfully. I asked Gina when I was done if she felt any pain or numbness and she said no but it was pretty tight. “What’s the point of tying you up if it isn’t tight?” I asked. “But if I hurt you at any time let me know and I’ll loosen the ropes a little.” I then took a long coil of rope and tied around her left elbow, tying it to the side of the chair. I pulled the rope over to the right elbow and tied it to the side of the chair. I pulled the rope around in front of Gina until I reached the left elbow again. I repeated this progress of looping and tying until their were only a couple of feet of rope left. I cinched the whole coil and tied a secure knot. Gina’s body was now tied firmly to the chair.I crossed her ankles and tied them together, and then tied them to the bottom rung of the chair. I tied her legs together just below the knee. I finally took a scarf,.tied a knot into it, and cleave gagged with the knotted scarf. I then said, “All right, Miss Houdini, let’s see how good you are.”
I’ll give Gina credit, she tried. She hurled herself against the ropes ,twisted and turned,
and struggled for a whole fifteen minutes before stopping for a rest. I could see at a glance that the ropes had not been loosened. I than begun to lecture Gina on how the Forty Niners were the best team in Football, How Mike Ditka made a fool of himself chewing out players in front of TV Camaras and fighting with reporters, and how the Chicago Bears would be the ones whose butts would be kicked that year.I was going to comment on the Chicago Cubs, but decided not to. There is such a thing as pure cruelty. And what can you say about a team who hasn’t won a world series since 1910?(Brits, that a fact, not a joke).dudalb
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Thu Jul 30 22:35:34 PDT 1998The Houdini Challenge (Part 5 of 5)
Gina just glared at me and made a few mmphing noises in response. She went back to
struggling but soon stopped when she realized that it was useless, and she would just have to wait out her period of captivity. She sat back in her bonds and waited.After forty five minutes I ungagged Gina and expected some four letter words but got
only silence. I finished untying her and asked if she wanted something cold to drink. She said yes and we went into the kitchen. I felt I had better extend an olive branch so after I got the soft drinks I told her I felt the Bears were a pretty good team, just not as good as the 49ers. I was going to say something good about the Chicago Cubs, but couldn’t think of anything to say. The Cubs were a lovable bunch of losers, but hopeless as a competitive team.Gina sipped her Drink and then said ‘Could you show me how you tie like that?”
I agreed and thus aided in my own comeuppance. But the upshot was that Gina and I
were fast friends-and at times a couple-all through high school. But Steffi returned from her vacation and this led to the Gina-Steffi war. But that is another story...dudalb
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Fri Jul 31 08:53:04 1998
Part 1 of 2
This story took place when I was 16. I went to a ten day co-ed summer camp in the
Montana Rocky Mountains. Although it was summer, the daytime temp. never got
above 55 degrees. Of the ten days it rained or drizzled for five of them. With the
weather bad we spent most of our time in our four person cabins or in the mess hall. I
met this girl, Nicky, and we really hit it off well. We spent all our time together doing
the what few activities together we could with the inclement weather. Nicky was
medium height with a fairly shapely figure and shoulder length brown hair. By the third
day we had become very close. We were fooling around together that night and
slipped back into our cabins after the 11:00 PM curfew. The next day we planned to
again see each other after curfew, however we were not going to sneak back to our
cabins but camp over night together away from everyone.That night it was very cold and the weather report said that it could possible snow. The camp councilors were going to show two movies in the mess hall to try to keep everyone entertained. This would be the only time Nicky and I could slip away
unnoticed. During the day we found a two person tent in the equipment shed and
stashed it behind a dumpster. I had a day back pack with a little food and water and
some other necessities. Everything was all set. Nicky and I walked together with the
rest of the camp, around 75 people, down to the mess hall at about 6:30. Ten minutes
after the movie started, "Pink Panther," Nicky left and told her councilor that she
was tired and wanted to go back to her cabin. I left by saying I needed to use the
restroom. I stepped outside into the cold and walked up to find Nicky standing outside her cabin ready to go. She was wearing a heavy wool turtleneck sweater that covered her behind, jeans and hiking boots. I also wore a heavy sweater, jeans and boots.
Nicky and I hiked about twenty minutes up a trailUlf
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Fri Jul 31 08:53:04 1998Part 2 of 2
And with that the other two councilors produced some nylon rope. Twisting both my wrists behind my back and crossing them they bound my hands very tightly. Next they grab Nicky, crossing her wrist behind her back and tying her very tightly. She was lucky, the rope was tight around my wrist but she had on a pair of woolen gloves that padded her wrists. Still she was not a happy camper. They also used a knotted bandana to gag us, stuffing the knot in our mouths and tying it behind our heads.
We were forced to march down the trail to the mess hall bound and gagged. I
wasn't scared so much as humiliated. I walked behind Nicky the entire way,
watching her struggle with the rope around her wrists. She would twist her arms side to side, but the rope was too tight. When we got back to the mess hall everyone was
waiting for the second movie. A camp counselor was on the stage talking to the
crowd with a microphone. Nicky and I knew we were in big trouble. We were both
march around to the back door of the building and right up on stage. It was very
humiliating, hands bound and gagged. The head councilor made us stand facing the
crowd. Nicky stood very close to me trying to hide her face in her turtleneck sweater.
The head councilor stood before the microphone. "We have here two camper who have broken a number of serious rules. We caught them. They will be punished."
She turned to another councilor and said, "Dan, tell them what they have won."
Dan took the microphone and said, "They have a choice. The punishment is ten
smacks with the paddle and two hours of public display.""Very well," bellowed the head councilor, "begin the sentence." In front of the entire camp Nicky was forced to lean over a table on stage with her hands still tied tightly behind her back. Two councilors used the end of a long piece of rope and tied it to one elbow and looped it under the table and tied it tightly to her other elbow.
Ulf
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Fri Jul 31 20:51:58 GMT Daylight Time 1998As promised, this is a story from my Mum's childhood. She didn't feel that her writing skills would be good enough to tell the tale to her own satisfaction. Accordingly this is "Anna's Story - as told to Gillian B".
This all happened a long, long time ago, so some of the details are hazy in my Mum's mind. I have, as usual, resorted to fictionalising where necessary to fill in the gaps. As it's her story, I will tell it in the first person and do my best to capture my Mum's voice (don't get too confused now). The names have, of course, all been disguised.
(Pronunciation note: "Mama" stresses on the second "a" - muh'MA is about as close as I can phoneticise it.)
Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:52:48 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 1)
This happened when I was about 10, probably in the Spring of 1933. I lived on my father's farm with my parents and my two sisters (and a great many animals). I'm Anna (Annie) and I was the middle sister - Gillian (Jilly) was 14 and Beatrice (Bess) was 9 (only 13 months younger than me).
Most Saturday mornings, we would troop off to the nearest village to join the other children from the locality in the Village Hall, where for an old halfpenny, we would see a film show. The programme usually consisted of a single chapter from each of two serials and a short factual film. Most of the films we saw were British, but there were a few American imports (I particularly remember Tom Mix). The films were mostly tales of high adventure, with fainting heroines, hissable villains and tall dashing heroes with patent-leather hair.
Our play together was of course heavily influenced by this diet of serials. Jilly was the natural leader of the three of us (she was bossy, in other words). She took care always to cast herself in the heroic roles. Bess was invariably the helpless heroine and I was usually the villain, but also filled in any other minor roles that might come up in the course of play. (For instance, if Jilly was Sexton Blake, then I had to be Tinker as well as the villain.) If the villain was the more interesting character, then of course it would work out that Jilly was the villain and I was the hero.
Poor Bess spent an awful lot of time tied up in these games. Usually it was me (as the villain) who did the tying, but Jilly did her share too. Finally, the worm turned. Bess told me one day that she thought it wasn't fair that she always got tied up. We thought about it for a while and decided to commandeer the next game that came along and turn the tables on Jilly.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:53:37 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 2)
The format of the games was fairly routine. Annie captures Bess and ties her up somewhere, Jilly searches the farmyard, Jilly finds and frees Bess and sometimes Jilly ties up Annie for good measure. Bess and I decided that we would just lie in wait for Jilly and tie her up when she came looking for Bess. We thought that with two of us on the job, we could probably tie her up even in the face of resistance.
In the stable (we still used heavy horses on the farm), there was an empty stall which was used as a general junk store and we decided to lay our trap there. This stall featured quite often in our games, so we knew that Jilly would look there eventually. The stall was enclosed, so it would be easier to corner Jilly there. Also, there were all sorts of useful materials on hand. We gathered an old chair, binder twine, rope and some rags.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:54:20 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 3)
I need to digress slightly onto the matter of rope. Our main problem was that the only rope we had was far too thick to tie wrists effectively. We used binder twine instead (there were big wooden spools with literally miles of it easily available). The problem was that it's tricky stuff to use. It's not very strong - you can snap a single strand in your bare hands quite easily. We discovered that putting lots of turns of twine round the victims wrists or ankles worked quite well, but was so rough it was likely to take the skin off. After one or two nasty injuries, our Mama laid down a rule that if we really had to tie each other up, we must make sure that nothing went onto bare skin. Accordingly, if we tied anyone up without them wearing gloves, we risked the wrath of Mama.
We laid quite an elaborate trap (of which I'm still proud). You need to imagine the scene. The stall we were in was a separate room (like a loose-box) and wider than the other stalls - it might once have been specially for grooming or harnessing. The door was narrower than the stall, so there was room to hide on either side of it. Various boxes and sacks were stacked down both sides of the stall and there was a manger across the far end. Our finest artistic touch was an old pair of my boots, carefully propped up on their heels and placed so that anyone coming into the stall would think there was someone sitting on the floor at the far end, behind the sacks on the left. We had put an old chair in the middle of the stall, but we hoped its significance would not be instantly obvious to Jilly.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:55:40 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 4)
Bess and I waited quietly with growing impatience and excitement until we heard Jilly enter the stable. The plan worked perfectly. Jilly walked into the stall, paused, spotted the boots at the far end and started towards them. (We worried that she wouldn't see them.) We grabbed her from behind and her astonishment was wonderful to behold. I held Jilly's arms behind her back, while Bess wound twine round her wrists and knotted it. It was a chilly day, so Jilly had gloves on already. We pushed her down onto the chair we had ready and, while I held her down, Bess wrapped rope around Jilly and the chair back. I checked and re-tied Bess's knots. We paused for a moment, in a spirit of self-congratulation, but a kick aimed at my shins spurred us into action again. We used twine to tie Jilly's ankles. In those days, we wore thick socks and hob-nailed boots over our stockings when we were around the farm, so, again, there was no need for any extra protection. We used rope to tie Jilly's bound ankles to one of the chair legs, putting her in a slightly "side-saddle" pose. More twine round Jilly's knees and a piece of rope over her lap made her completely helpless.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:56:19 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 5)
We usually didn't bother with gags in our tying up games, but Bess and I had already decided that Jilly would be getting the full treatment from us. She had been yelling quite loudly all through the tying, so we felt it was in a way appropriate too. In earlier games, we had already found out that just tying a cloth over someone's mouth doesn't do much. However, one of the serials had recently included a very explicit gagging scene where the heroine had a cloth stuffed in her mouth and then a bandanna pushed between her teeth and knotted behind her head. I tried it out on Bess one afternoon, then she tried it on me and we both agreed that was what we were going to do to Jilly. There was always a supply of clean cotton rags in the stable for use as polishing cloths, so we were able to choose two suitable pieces for gagging. Jilly was clearly surprised by the gag and didn't like it much, but it was very effective.
Bess and I discussed blindfolding Jilly, but decided it was much more fun if she could see us watching her. As I said, it was a chilly day and we soon began to feel cold sitting still. Jilly was starting to shiver. Reluctantly, we decided the game was over. As we untied Jilly, we decided to see if we could smuggle her back into the house with her wrists still bound. (We had seen a film where a bound heroine was moved around in broad daylight by having her clothes arranged to cover her bonds.) Bess went back to the house for some extra clothes, while I freed Jilly's knees then retied them under her dress and petticoat.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:57:00 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 6)
We untied Jilly from the chair then wrapped a winter scarf over her mouth and nose to cover her gag. A big tartan shawl round her shoulders covered her bound wrists. We put a hat on her head to complete the outdoor ensemble (almost no-one went out bare headed in those days). Her appearance would now pass for a dressing-up game.
Bess and I walked each side of Jilly, each clutching an elbow and steering her back towards the house. I don't know what we planned to do when we got her there, but an immobilised big sister was too good an opportunity to waste. However, fate intervened before we got very far. Jilly broke away and, despite her tied knees, tried to run. After about five steps, she fell heavily and banged her head as she went down. Mama heard the commotion and she and our cook came out of the house to investigate. We all reached Jilly together. Bess and I immediately started untying her. It took Mama a moment to realise that Jilly was tied up. She gasped but said nothing, then helped Jilly to sit up and removed her gag.
Jilly was stunned but apart from a cut forehead seemed not badly hurt. Mama and Cook carried Jilly between them to the kitchen while Bess and I trailed behind. Mama telephoned for the local doctor and while we waited for him to drive from the village, Bess and I confessed the whole story. Mama was furious, not because of the tying up, but because of the risk we had put Jilly in. We wilted under the force of her anger. Cook watched on and, in the lull after our telling off, commented that if we had been her children we'd have got a dose of our own medicine.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:57:34 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 7)
Mama was still wild with anger and thanked Cook for her excellent suggestion. My heart sank. Mama was the kindest of creatures, but when roused, anything could happen. Mama went out of the kitchen while Cook made sure Jilly was comfortable in the fireside armchair and generally fussed over her. Bess and I just stood and looked at each other in dread with dry mouths and shaking knees.
Mama returned with an old bedsheet from her rag-bag. She proceeded to tear it into strips and it became obvious what was going to happen to us. Mama ordered us to sit on upright kitchen chairs. By the time the doctor arrived, Bess and I were both well tied up. Mama hadn't tied us very tightly, but she had made her point. My wrists were tied in front of me and my ankles were tied together. A long strip of sheet went round my arms and body and the back of the chair. Another long strip went over my lap and my bound wrists and under the chair seat. Mama had also gagged me with a strip of sheet between my teeth. I could probably have escaped without too much difficulty, but that wasn't an option under Mama's and Cook's beady eyes. Cook declared that it served us right too.
Bess received exactly the same treatment as me and when the doctor arrived, we were sitting side by side miserably contemplating our fate. He came in and handed his hat and coat to Cook then looked startled when he saw Bess and me. Mama told him not to worry and asked him to look at Jilly. The doctor cleaned and dressed the cut on Jilly's forehead and declared her otherwise all right. Mama removed my gag and told me to tell the doctor exactly what had happened to Jilly and why Bess and I were tied up. I did so in a faltering voice, with much prompting and acute shame and embarrassment. The doctor grunted, examined my bound wrists and declared that it probably wouldn't do me any harm. With that, he left.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:58:16 GMT Daylight Time 1998Anna's Story (Part 8)
I expected that to be the end of it, but it wasn't. When the doctor had gone, Mama told Bess and me that our Father would deal with the matter. Mama took Jilly up to her bedroom to pamper her some more. Bess and I were left in the kitchen with Cook. As soon as Mama had gone upstairs, I pleaded with Cook to untie us. Her response was to say it wasn't her place to and she came over and re-tied my gag. Bess and I had over an hour to wait before our Father returned home. I wasn't really uncomfortable tied up, but it was one of the longest hours of my life watching the clock hands creep round.
Father was in a good mood when he got home and seemed to be torn between anger over what had happened to Jilly and amusement over Mama's treatment of Bess and me. He used Cook's big scissors to free us, then gave us a surprisingly mild telling off. We were given a quick supper in the kitchen instead of joining the rest of the family and sent to bed early.
The next morning, it was as if none of this had ever happened and it was never mentioned by my parents again.
Anna B/Gillian B
Fri Jul 31 20:59:02 GMT Daylight Time 1998Postscript
Mum and I picked over a number of her recollections, enjoying several good laughs at the expense of other members of my family. Most of her anecdotes were too fragmentary to weave into worthwhile stories. This one, however has stayed fresh and detailed in her mind (not surprisingly).
There are a couple of points arising out of this story. One is consent. In children's games, when I was little, we had a "safeword" - you could say "cross-keys" to suspend a game for any reason from a stone in your shoe to a serious worry about safety. Misuse of the safeword and failure to honour it were both frowned on. When my Mum was little, "pax" was her local equivalent. Mum is adamant that if Jilly had said "pax", she and Bess would have stopped, but yells of protest were taken as part of the game. The second point is Gran's draconian punishment of my Mum and Bess. Mum points out that parental punishments were often far more severe at that time than we would consider acceptable today. She says that while the punishment she and Bess received was unusual and deeply humiliating, she didn't consider it either unfair or excessive at the time, and thought she had been let off lightly compared with the beating she might otherwise have had.
Gillian B