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This month's stories:
Turnabout
by Shorty
Cord
by Cord
Emmy,
Melissa and Jessica
by Kiaren
Turnabout 2
by Shorty
Valerie
and Stacy
by David
Turnabout 3
by Shorty
Brothers...
by Rob
J's story
by J
Becca's
Kidnapping
by Doug
Tying
Up Aunt Judith (Part 1)
by Dudalb
Tying
Up Aunt Judith (Part 2)
by Dudalb
Nephew
by
Aunt Bondage
Aunt
Judith Strikes Back
by Dudalb
Ron's
Mom Tied Up
by Ron
Playing
tied-up with Sharon
by Ron
Playing
tied-up with Sharon (part 2)
by Ron
Babysitting
Ordeal
by Stephanie Love
Babysitter
Kidnap
by Anonymous
Handcuffs
for Two
by Jon(McA)
Comments and stories from the people:
Sat Aug 01 16:47:31 1998Gillian, great story!! I always look forward to your stories, since they have a great attention to detail, and are characterized by your mastery of your English language. But what would you expect from the birthplace of English? Please keep up the good work (not just Gillian, but everybody)!
It is an interesting point to note that in McA's last story, the two girls get the same treatment as do your mother and aunt. Maybe it is just some kind of cultural thing from the land of John Bull. Who knows?Kiaren
Sat Aug 1 16:55:38 PDT 1998Kiaren: I'm convinced that one to the Things that the British-and the Irish in the Republic-
do better than we Yanks is teach English.They have never been cursed by "progressive" education the way we have.
Parental Revenge. There is a post in the archives
about a mother who tied up a babysitter when she came upon the babysitter tying up her kid. I think it is in the May Archives.This took place in the U.S. so i have to question your police work there...
A slightly similiar thing happened to me. Once one of my cousins and I tied up my Aunt.She was a good sport about it but that did not keep her from tying us both up the next day although in my Aunt's case it was a lot morein good natured fun than in Jon's and Gillian's tales.You also might want to read the Murder on the Vicarage story by Gillian which is in the archives.Gillian, with the mother's approval , tied up two kids who had tied her up when she babysat them a few nights before.The incident with my aunt may be my next post.dudalb
Sun Aug 02 09:37:18 GMT Daylight Time 1998Hi Kiaren, Dudalb
Thanks for appreciation. I guess "How would you like it is someone did that to you?" is a natural parental reaction. Over about the last 15-20 years, there has been a cultural shift so that parental behaviour is much more subject to scrutiny and criticism. Rightly or wrongly? Dunno, that's for our children and their children to judge.
I'm away on holiday today, so I won't be posting for a bit.
Gillian B
Sun Aug 02 16:09:01 1998I can't agree with you more Dudalb! God knows our education system went to Hell-in-a-Handbag a long time ago (I think about the time all of our Liberal Democrats [Labour Party for the Brits], got a hold of the schools and eliminated corpal punishment and prayer. But that is DEFINITLY for another site, so please forgive me). I also don't pretend to be a detective, I'm just pointing out a strange coincidence that pretanes to some of our writers.
I hope you enjoy your vacation Gillian!
Well, I guess I can start working on the last of my "Emmy" stories now. This last story details my revenge on Melissa, Emmy's sister, for helping her tie me up. But along the way, we hit a few snags. Let's just say Melissa was not the only one tied up that fateful night. I'll leave the description at that. Untill then, Happy Reading!Kiaren
Mon Aug 3 21:29:48 PDT 1998Just to Clarify:My own problem with Public education in the U.S.is the slipping of academic standards.I am opposed to mandatory prayer in Public Schools as being government support of religion with tax dollars, something I strongly oppose.The lowering of academic standards is something totally different. I don;t mean to start a fight with Kiaren but want to make it clear the the opinions expressed in his post are his own. We both agree that Public education is in trouble, but I'm afraid our solutions differ,,,
Sorry to get off topic but felt I had too.Hopefully no offense Kiaren..dudalb
Tue Aug 4 07:48:02 CDT 1998Gillian,
your telling of your mom's story is great. I kind of think that your aunt was milking her accident for all it was worth and your mom got a raw deal. That was pretty wild being tied and gagged in front of the doctor and then the cook replacing her gag! Thanks so much for a great story.mike
mimede@usit.net
Wed Aug 05 12:59:51 1998Well, I had to admit when I was 15, I didn't think girls could be that strong. But my 13-year-old sister Lisa and her friend Joy certainly put that issue to rest. I had about two weeks left before the end of my sophomore year in high school, and Lisa was getting ready to graduate eighth-grade. She thought it was cool that she would be at my school the next year, but I didn't think so. Who wants baby sister hanging around? I told her that if she came near me I would tie her up and leave her in the girls' bathroom. She laughed at me! That got me angry, so I said if she kept that up, I would tie her up right then and there. We were home, of course, and it was a Sunday where my parents were at some social event. She kept laughing, so I grabbed her arm and started pulling her toward the garage, where I knew I would find some rope and tape. I didn't get past the kitchen, as she stuck her leg out and tripped me, then jumped on my back, somehow pinned my arms next to my body with her legs, and reached for the phone. Joy lived two doors away, and was there in less than a minute. While I was pinned, Joy got the rope and tape and then started to tie my wrists behind my back.
(To be continued)Shorty
Wed Aug 05 13:10:37 1998(Continued)
While Lisa was busy putting more rope on my wrists, Joy was tying my ankles together. They didn't gag me right away, and I wasn't all that loud anyway, just trying to struggle free. When they were finished, they let me wiggle around on the kitchen floor like a fish out of water for a while, both laughing their heads off. "So who's going to leave who tied up in the bathroom?" Lisa said, teasing me. When I didn't answer, she started tickling me, and Joy joined in. I couldn't help but scream with laughter. "OK. Nobody will leave tied up,"I said. "Not good enough," said Lisa as she continued tickling me. "What then?" I said. "I'm going to leave you tied up in the bathroom at my school!" she said. "What? No way!" I said. "Too bad. Maybe you'll think next time," Lisa said. Then they left me on the kitchen floor for several minutes. I couldn't get free no matter what I tried. When they came back, Lisa said did I have time to think about it? I said yes, that I was sorry to mention it. She got me to admit she could get me back if I tried anything with her again. "OK. Then this is only a warning. Next time you won't be so lucky!" she said.
(She left me tied up until just before my parents got home. Needless to say, I was too embarrased to say anything to them. And there were a few next times that summer).Shorty
Wed Aug 05 16:11:45 1998Hi! I'm very new to this site as far as writing anything. But have been reading the stories on this site,an i must say that I really enjoy most of them especially Gillian's. Anyway, I have a question? Has any one here ever had dreams of tying up some one to railroad tracks? I mean like abandon ones.Just for fun! Watch the woman struggle for a while. Especially if the woman's waring a miniskirt and heels! prohapps even nude colored pantyhose. I sometimes do have these dream.Of course I would untie the person eventually though.
Rick
Wed Aug 05 19:28:50 1998Hey Shorty, great story! Same to everyone else. Glad to see that Bob's Page has returned. Once again, thanks to everyone who bothers to post anything.
Dorren
I really like the high quality of stories that have been found here. Kudos to all of the various contributors. Please keep them coming.
Probably like a large number of readers of this post, while I enjoy seeing a woman bound, the number of bondage experiences in my life is very limited.For myself, I only have one bondage experience as a child or teenager. A friend of mine, Jennifer (obviously an alias), and I were talking at her parent's house. We were about both about 16 (born in the same year). Jennifer had dirty blonde hair that came down to just beneath her shoulder blades. She's about 5'6", fairly statuesque. This day, she was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt. She sort of looks like the female lead star of "Third Rock from the Sun". She was going through a phase of wanting to try escaping from a tie-up "in case she was ever kidnapped". She went to the back of her house and came back with a coil of rope. I tied her hands behind her back by having her cross her wrists. I must have been doing a good job because she said, "Not so tight, I want to be able to escape." I tied her wrists with some slack. She tried working the ropes for a few minutes in the living room (looking might fetching, I might add). She then disappeared into the front restroom in order to use the mirror. I believe she came out a few minutes later holding the rope in her hands.
Cord
chedegar@aol.com
Thu Aug 06 14:18:31 1998I hate to be a critic or censure or anything, but I have a feeling that the last post by Mystic might be a little too graphic for this page. Any other comments on it? Also, as for Patrick's story, might any mention of a sex shop or anything like that put a story over the line as well? If not, my apologies.
Now, on with the story..."Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Prologue
The last part of my "Emmy" trilogy adds one last character, Jessica, a babysitter. Although this was not the last time Emmy and I played tie-up games either together or apart (I assume this in her case), this was the last of the "big ones" and the last that summer. I don't know, maybe I'll post some later adventures if I feel like it, but they are not as exciting as this. This was about a week and a half after the last incident, "Emmy and Melissa". Speaking of which, I have a request for Canuck. While writing "Emmy and Melissa", I sat in front of my computer for three strait hours so I could get everything in all at once. NEVER AGAIN!!! So Canuck, I'll post this over a course of three days probably, and will most likely be split up by other postings. If it is not too much trouble, could you put this in the right order and unseperated next time you revise this page. Merci!
Kiaren
Thu Aug 06 14:49:57 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Prologue, con't.
My parents were going out for the night, and decided to get me a babysitter. Being 11 years old at the time still, I was kind of upset that my parents could not trust me to stay without supervision. But then I heard that they had secured the services of Jessica, and mad I no longer was. Jessica was about 14 at the time I think, and just starting to devolop. She had short brown hair (about to the bottom of her neck), light brown-green eyes, and a wonderful smile. Even though I was only 11, I was just starting to notice these things about the oppisite sex.
Well, Jessica had babysat me before, of course, and also babysat Emmy and Melissa, a few houses down. Someone must have slipped something funky in my parents and their parents drinks, because after much persuasion they agreed to have all three of us at my house while Jessica was babysitting. We never really got into trouble (!), so I guess our parents thought it would be fine. Jessica also agreed to it, because the girls and her were pretty good friends, and she trusted me. Bad Choice!
It was early August, and I think it was in the mid-80's that night. Jessica, by the way, was very shapely, and had on jean shorts that only went down a foot from her waist (not that I was looking!). Emmy and Melissa were also dressed for the heat, with shorts and short sleave shirts. Jessica came at about 6:30, and Emmy and Melissa came at around 6:40. At about that time my parents left. They would be back at around 11:00.
And so it began...Kiaren
Fri Aug 07 14:42:36 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part I
I had been eagerly anticipating a chance to get back at Melissa for helping her sister extract revenge on me. After all, this wasn't her fight, but she got involved anyways. At about 7:00, Emmy and I went over to my room, and Melissa stayed behind. Alone with Emmy, I brought up the possibility of revenge. I gave her my plan, and she thought about it for a few seconds.
"Why did you tell me about this?" she asked.
"You are her sister, so I thought you might like to know what I'm going to do to her." I answered.
"You have stuff?" she asked.
I brought out a bag of stuff I had collected earlier that day-ropes, tape, etc.-from under the bed.
"It was everything I could find!" I proudly exclaimed.
"So, you want to tie up Melissa because she helped tie you up, and now she's one up on you, right?"
"Right", I said, then added, "she's one up on you too, though. You have a part in this too if you want it."
Suddenly Emmy got a devilish gleam in her eye. "Alright", she said. "But we need to tell Jessica what's going on."
"Why?"
"She might find it a little weired if two kids start tying up a third for no reason while she's trying to watch them." she said sarcasticly.
So we hit upon a story we could tell Jessica that would hopefully persuade her to continue with my sweet revenge.Kiaren
Fri Aug 07 15:07:01 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part II
We went back out to the living room, where Melissa and Jessica were watching TV. Emmy said to Melissa: "We need to take care of our things now" (they were staying overnight, and brought a bag of supplies each).
"Next commercial" Melissa mumbled. We both sat down to watch whatever was on TV. But it only took another 30 seconds for a commercial to come on, so Emmy and Melissa both went to another part of the house. Now I had to convince Jessica to let us tie up Melissa.
"Jessica," I asked as I turned the sound down on the TV.
"Yes?" she replied in that sweet, dark voice I loved.
"We need you to help us play a game." I said.
"What kind of game?", she asked, sounding interested.
"Well, it's an unusual game." I explained. "You see, Melissa needs to be taught a lesson, because of something she did."
"What?" asked Jessica.
I explained (lied) that Melissa got in trouble, misbehaved, had tried to tie up Emmy a few days ago while under the supervision of another babysitter, who stepped in, and caused both to get in trouble. Now, Emmy wants to get revenge on Melissa.
"She never tried anything like that when I sat them!". She sounded shocked (actually, I can say that Emmy and Melissa could be two of the nicest people in the history of the world, so the story did not fit too well.)Nevertheless, Jessica thought it might be fun. She said that a friend of hers who also babysat got tied up by her charges about two weeks ago. Ever since, she was curious about it.
Now nothing stood in my way. Except fate.Kiaren
Sat Aug 08 14:57:41 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part III
With Emmy and Jessica with me, I was ready to get even with Melissa. Jessica, who by now was really interested in what was going on, offered to help. I told her to go get a chair from the kitchen. Then I went into my room. On the way there, I passed the spare room, and saw that both girls were still there. I brought out the bag, and saw Jessica with the chair coming towards me. I motioned for her to stop before reaching the girl's room. Then I lipped: "Call her name" a few times before Jessica finally realized what I wanted her to do.
"Melissa," she said sweetly. "come out here for a minute."
Melissa came out of the room. She turned to face the chair, missing the sight of me rushing towards her from the other direction!
"What the- hey!!" she screamed as I knocked her down. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Getting revenge!" I answered gleefully. Jessica put her hand over Melissa's mouth, and I got to work. Using the cord from a bathrobe, I tied her hands behind her handcuff style (attached with string, but not touching). It was enough to secure her for a few minutes at least. I sat her down on the chair and used a long rope to tie her to it, along with her elbows and such. Then I tied both feet to the front legs of the chair. Going back up to her hands, which she was working franticly to free, I undid one hand, and tied it to a post (the chair had 4 posts running from the seat to the top), and did the same with the other hand. Then I reinforced her arms with some more rope. Fully secured, I motioned for Jessica to take her hand off Melissa's mouth.
"You're in big trouble now!" she screamed. "I'm gonna tell on you!"
"Nobody's saying anything." interrupted Emmy, who had stood by silently all this time. "You helped tie him up, now he gets to tie you up. It's only fair."
"What?", said Jessica.
"Damn!", I thought. Emmy just blew my story! "Nice goin', bigmouth!" I chided her.
"Oops! Sorry." she said meekly.
"Come on!" cried Melissa, whoKiaren
Sun Aug 09 13:20:19 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part III con't
"Come on!" cried Melissa, who looked close to tears by now. "Lemme out!"
I was still glancing at Emmy with a look of furor, when I turned towards Melissa.
"I'll let you out when I want to!" I said as villianouslly as an 11 year old could. "Now say 'Ah'."
"Wha-mphh!" cried Melissa as I shoved a rag in her mouth. Two strands of duct tape kept it in place. Melissa struggled in vain against the ropes, and even with the gag her "mmphing" was pretty loud. I considered maybe easing up a little, but decided against it. After all, she had it coming to her. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime. For a finishing touch I dragged the chair into my parents' room and placed it right in front of the mirror that she and Emmy placed me in front of.
My revenge was complete! Ecstacy, however, was short lived. Emmy had blown my story, and now I had to confront that. I decided that for payback, she would have to confront me...Kiaren
Sun Aug 09 13:39:42 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part IV
I walked towards Emmy, who still had a look of terror on her face for forgetting the story we had worked out together.
"Thanks a lot!" I said.
"I'm sooo sorry!" she cried. "It was an accident!"
"What did you mean when you said that?" asked Jessica. Emmy was about to answer, but I cut her off.
"I'll tell you," I began in a sneaky voice, "but first," I looked directly at Emmy, "get a chair!"
Emmy's eyes widened as far as I've ever seen anyone's eyes widen before or since. I can't describe the look on her face for that one second. In the next second though, she turned and tried to run into my parent's room with Melissa. I pounced, and knocked her down just as she reached the doorway.
"No!" she screamed. "I'm sorry Kiaren, really!"
"Not yet you aren't!" I said with a big smile on my face. I tore off a piece of tape and put it over her mouth so I could concentrate holding her down as Jessica brought a second chair over.
"Can I help this time?" she asked eagerly.
"Sure." I said, and within a minutes both Emmy and Melissa were bound and gagged the same way in the same room. I seperated their chairs so they wouldn't try to help eachother. Even if they did get close, their hands were secured in such a way that they couldn't position them well enough to free one another. Or so I thought.
Content with my handiwork, I decided a celebration was in order. I picked up a camera, and getting both of them in the lens, said "Say Cheese!"
"Mmphh, mm, mmmphhh" was the response.
"Close enough" I said. The memento slid out of the camera, and my revenge was truly complete. But little did I know it, the night was far from over.Kiaren
Sun Aug 09 16:55:38 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part V
I hid the picture in my room. I felt that it might come in handy down the road (blackmail, extortion, showing it on the school bulltin board; little things like that). After making sure both girls were secure, but not in any discomfort, Jessica and I went downstairs.
"So, you said you would tell me what Emmy was talking about." Jessica said. "Let's have it."
I reluctantly told her the whole story, and afterwards, she seemed a little shocked.
"I can't believe you actually did that!" she said, with a pretty little smirk on her face. "You're a sadist!", she added mockingly.
"No I'm not!" I countered. "They had it coming to them."
"So, you tied-up Melissa because she helped tie you up, right?"
"Right."
"So, what's gonna happen to me?"
I hadn't thought about that, but she was right. Now SHE was uneven, and the girls might not like that. To top things off, I wasn't even with Emmy anymore either. We both looked at each other. We were safe now, but eventually we would have to untie them. And both of us feared their impending rath!Kiaren
Sun Aug 09 17:16:35 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part VI
"Well, it's official. We can't untie them...ever!" exclaimed Jessica.
"Maybe we can hide them in our attic. My parents never go up there."
"No good, they'll thump around too much!" Jessica said as she slouched down in her chair, feeling predestined to incure the rath of the girls eventually. "I always heared that this kind of stuff happened sometimes. I thought it was, like, somekind of urban myth or something!"
I was about to turn on the TV, when Jessica asked a very odd question: "Could you show me how to tie someone up?"
"WHAT?", I almost shouted.
"Could you, you know, maybe try that on me. Not the chair or anything, just my hands?"
Now THIS was a night to remember!
I went back to my room to get my supplies. Along the way I stopped in to see how the girls were doing. Not much had changed from before.
"Enjoying yourselves, ladies?"
"Mmmph-mmph-mmmmmm-mmmphh" came the replies out of both of them.
"Don't get into too much trouble now!" I joked. And I walked back to Jessica with supplies in hand.Kiaren
Mon Aug 10 13:16:17 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part VII
At the request of Jessica, my "true love", I taught her how to tie someone up. I was not exactly an expert, but you DO NOT let this oppertunity pass by. Ever.
"Now, show me how you do this." she implored as I emptied the bag.
"Put your hands behind you." I ordered.
"But then I can't see!" she pointed out.
"Right. OK, then put them in front." I tied them together in a crisscross way. Actually, the whole thing was improvised, I had no clue what I was doing. But it looked to be pretty effective. "There." I said as I tied the final knot in the rope. "Try to get out of that!"
Jessica struggled against the ropes for about a minute before giving up. "OK, now let me try it on you."
"Huh?"
"C'mon, I wanna try it now."
What the heck, I thought, why not. How many chances am I going to get to have THIS happen to me in my lifetime. I untied her and gave her the rope.
"Hands behind." she ordered. I complied. I felt the rope wrap around my wrists several times.
"Tight enough?" she asked cheerfully. It was a little to tight, but I answered that it was fine. "I'll have to tie it tighter then!" she said.
"What?" I asked.
"Gotcha!" she gloated, tying the final knot. I squrimed against it, but I couldn't get out. "Now, Kiaren, let's have some fun!"
This was not good...Kiaren
Mon Aug 10 13:53:13 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part VIII
"What are you doing?" I cried.
"This is gonna be my easiest job ever!" she exclaimed.
"Jessica, let me go!!"
"No, I don't think I will." she said in a slow, thoughtful voice. She pushed me to the floor and started tying my feet. "Stay!" she ordered.
I heard her walk into the kitchen, and I knew what was going on. She was getting a chair! I struggled violently againts the restraints, but to no avail. I heard her walk up behind me, and then felt her pick me up. I looked into her beutiful face as she placed me in the chair.
"Jessica, please!" I pleaded, although I knew it was hopeless.
"Shhhh" she said with her finger to her mouth. She ripped off a piece of duct tape and stuck it over my mouth. "Now, be good", she said in a sweet, lusty voice. I slouched back in the chair, resigned to my fate...Kiaren
Tue Aug 11 11:11:54 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part IX
I felt like the biggest fool in the history of the world. At that point in time, I probably was. But, there was nothing I could do about it, so I guess I just had to deal with my prediciment. I wasn't quite sure how she tied me to the chair, but it was pretty effective. I know she used a long rope to tie my arms to my body, and my body to the chair. Then she reinforced my wrists, and tied my feet to the bottom rung of the chair. After securing my feet, she stood up and took the tape off my mouth.
"Now, Kiaren. Here's the deal," she began seductivly, putting her face up close to mine (I later found out she was more than aware of the crush I had on her, and played it for all it was worth on several occaisions), "You tell me where that picture is, and I'll let you go."
"Deal!" I said in a split-second, and I told her where to find it.
"Thanks." she said, and reattached the tape. I "mmphed" in protest, but she walked out of the room. She came back a minute later with the photo in hand.
"Nice job" she said, eying the picture (she was an amateur photographer). "Now a promise is a promise, so I'll let you go." She once again tore the tape off my mouth, crumpled it up and threw it on the ground.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"It's only 9:30." she answered. "We still have a lot of time to go." I saw her pick up a small rag and the roll of tape, and I began to get nervous again.
"What are you doing?" I asked jitterly.
"I promised to let you out." she said as a big smile crossed her face. "I didn't say when!"Kiaren
Wed Aug 12 12:09:06 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part X
My mouth opened wide in shock, and Jessica used the oppertunity to shove the rag in my mouth and secure it with tape. Struggling loudly, I was dragged, chair and all, outside my parents' room. Jessica stopped just outside of the door, and I hoped it would mean I could skip the humiliating situation. Nope. She pushed me in first, herself behind me, and the stares of the two girls went from absolute shock to complete joy! Both of them were laughing through their gags uncontrollably. I could only manage to moan.
Both girls had not moved a whole lot since I originally placed them in the room, but Jessica moved us all together, and then left the room. She came back a few seconds later with...you guessed it, a camera!
"Smile!" she said cheerfully, and this most horrible of moments was forever captured in history. She spread us out again, and went back out to the other room. With nothing else to do, I slouched back in the chair to wait for my eventual release. But then, both Emmy and Melissa, with their feet freed, walked towards each other with chairs still on their backs! Not more than 5 minutes later, both were completely freed (explanations are found at the conclusion). I looked at them in shock, while both of them looked at me in contempt. Melissa came around behind me and flipped the chair over on it's back (and me as well), then walked away laughing.
"We're not through with you yet!" threatened Emmy, who followed her sister. Seconds later, I heard Jessica scream...Kiaren
Wed Aug 12 12:48:41 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part XI
I heard struggling, but of course, I had no idea what exactly was going on. Soon thereafter, I was witness to to an amazing site; Jessica, bound and gagged, being carried into the room by Emmy and Melissa! Now I was laughing uncontrollably! They put her in a chair, and secured her to it. Then they put our chairs back to back and tied them together. For the next 15 minutes or so, we tried in vain to free each other's bonds (actually, I wasn't trying that hard; I liked seeing her get it back, and I liked seeing her getting it back with me next to her). We made no headway though, until Jessica tried to communicate through her gag, and it was pretty funny.
"Krn, mll tmm mmu mmu mm gt mmpmph!" she 'said'.
"Mmmph???" I answered. I felt her moving her head, probably trying to get the tape off. I did the same. Eventually, I was able to wet part of it enough to push the rag through, and opened my mouth, and instructed her to do the same. She freed her mouth soon after.
"Kiaren, I'll tell you how to get out!" she said.
"How?"
"There is a rope connecting your wrists to the posts in the chair. The knot is within reach of your fingers. Try to untie it."
"Sloppy." I chided.
"Just do it!" she said, exasperated.Kiaren
Wed Aug 12 13:22:41 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part XII
I was able to free my bound wrists from the chair, and now I could reach Jessica's wrists. Within 15 minutes, she was free.
"No tricks this time!" I said. "Untie me!"
She smiled shyly and picked up the rag I had spat on the floor.
"I will yell really loud and they'll know what's goin' on!" I threatened. She giggled and threw the rag down, then proceeded to untie me.
Soon we were both free, and decided to just let it be with Emmy and Melissa. We went downstairs and offered a truce to our surprised captors. We agreed to a mellower evening from now on, and put all of the stuff away. When that was done, we sat down to talk about what happened.Kiaren
Wed Aug 12 13:32:51 1998"Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" Part XIII/Conclusion
I know you're wondering, so I'll tell you. When Emmy and Melissa freed each other, they had freed their feet from, I hate to say it, a pretty bad tie job. Upon freeing their feet, they got close to each other and worked to free each other. Upon hearing anyone approach the room, they could quickly return to their previous positions. Sneaky, isn't it?
So, that's about it. Jessica came over a few more times. Emmy and Melissa were sat by her as well.
There were no more really big events like the previous stories involving tying each other up. I bacame a babysitter myself a few years after, and I have a few stories, but not much. Unless things get REALLY dull around here, that's about it for me. I'll comment every once in a while, but this is prbably my last story.
Thanks for your support and encouragment. J'apprice-les et merci.
Keep up the good posting, and happy reading. Good night...Kiaren
Fri Aug 07 02:17:34 1998Thanks for the feedback. I want to tell another story about how I got Lisa back, but only with the help of her friend Joy. Me and Joy planned this out because I gave her $10 to help. Joy came over to our house when she knew our parents were gone. I was up in my room, just waiting. It was just a few days after school was out for the summer. Joy got Lisa to sit in a chair in her room, and somehow got her to believe she was going to show Lisa hot to get out of knots in case I tried to take revenge. So she tied Lisa's hands behind her, but not to the chair. I realized that too late because I was so impatient and came into the room too early. Lisa's hands were tied tightly, but not her feet. I started to tickle her under the arms, but she kicked me in the shins and started running around the room. Thanks to Joy though, we got her pinned on the ground and Joy tied her ankles, then tied her feet and ankles together so she couldn't get at me any more. Even while my shin hurt, I tickled her until she couldn't breathe. I must have tickled her for the next hour or so. Joy mostly just watched. Of course, Lisa said this was not the end of it. Well, she sort of gasped the words between laughing so hard and losing her breath. Little did I know she meant it too. Even when I thought I was ready for it.
Shorty
Sat Aug 08 01:18:42 1998Hi!
I have not much to post. I have already posted my few experiences at Jonah's site.
Anyway, to all of You who enjoy reading these stories, I recommend 'The Dispossessed' by Ursula K. Le Guin. It is a very remarkable and extraordinary SF novel about a planet (actually a moon) where an anarchic society has developed. In 2nd chapter there is a story about a few boys who decide to build their own prison. Having heard of such things from their history lessons only, they are curious to know how prisons worked and how imprisonment felt like. So the boys create a prison by placing a heavy slab of stone before a hollow space which they have discovered in the foundation walls of their school. They wedge this slab securely by two wooden beams. Then they keep a volunteer inside this prison for about 30 hours.
Gub
Sat Aug 08 01:27:38 1998Sorry, but there is one mistake in my post. I wrote 'anarchic society' but I meant 'anarchistic society'. Those dictionary programmes are not yet as perfect as a good old book.
Gub
Sat Aug 08 14:19:37 Central Daylight Time 1998I have a story if anyone wants to here it just buzz me at my e-mail address.
Tobias
N/A
tobiast4@hotmail.com
Sat Aug 08 16:06:56 US Eastern Standard Time 1998Hello everyone,
I have read most(if not all) of your stories and they are great. I've got some of my own, too, so look for my posts. That's it for now, bye.Dave
danmis@iquest.net
Sat Aug 08 22:31:10 US Eastern Standard Time 1998Well, I'm back and this time I'm going to post a story.
This happened when I was 18. The event took place between me, my girlfriend(I'll call her Stacy, who also was 18), and a neighbor(Valerie, another pseudonym(false name), she was 17). Stacy was a beautiful young woman with nice features and flowing red hair. Stacy would come over pretty often(come to think of it, she almost did it religiously), and we may go to a movie, watch one at my house or go to the pool. She called me around noon one day and asked if I wanted to do something. I said something like sure come on over, why don't we decide here?
She came over, but we had seen most of the movies I had, and no good movies were playing at the theater. There was nothing good on because it was midday. We actually did go to the pool for a little while, but it was too crowded as it was a hot summer day. We left after about 15 minutes. We went home, and had one of those akward moments where you don't know what to do. It had been about an hour when her eyes lit up and she ran upstairs, only to return with a box of ropes. I'll give you three guesses as to what happened next.David
danmis@iquest.net
Sat Aug 08 22:46:54 US Eastern Standard Time 1998Part 2
Stacy said she was going to kidnap me. This wasn't my first experience being tied up by a girl, but it was definetly going to be my most memorable. She started by clasping her hand over my mouth and tied my hands behind my back. I cooperated because I could definetly overpower her, but if I did, I could've hurt her. She tied my ankles and then put them up in a hogtie. She then drew a tie out of the box, and stuffed it in my mouth. Stacy quickly decided to tie a cloth around my mouth, making an effective cleave gag. She went away, not even saying a word. I heard her voice on the phone, and the doorbell rang. "OH NO!!!" I thought, mom and dad are home. They were out of town, and were going to be back by five, but I hadn't contemplated the time. I heard the door open. "Oh sh**(sorry but this is actually what I said, or tried to), they're gonna find me," I said under my breath, but it only came out as a muffled "MMMMMFFFFF". I tried my damndest to get free, but the bonds held fast. Then I saw two figures descending the stairs. One I could make out as Stacy but the other one I hadn't made out yet.
Dave (David)
danmis@iquest.net
Sat Aug 08 23:06:24 US Eastern Standard Time 1998Part 3
It was Valerie, Stacy's friend. I was relieved, but totally embaressed. "Look what I did today," Stacy said.
"Oh my god," said Valerie, and then she started laughing. Hard. I think I turned about 80 shades of red. I was exilerated and excited to have two beautiful girls working on me now. Valerie whispered something in Stacy's ear, and she burst into laughter. They were untying my hogtie and leg bonds, and blindfolded me. Then, to my suprise, put a tie around my neck, in a slipknot. I was confused for a moment, but then I realized what they were doing. They were actually making a leash for me. I kind of enjoyed it actually.:^) They led me up the stairs, warning me about it. As we made out way upstairs, the phone rang and Stacy picked it up. "It's your mom," she said, and she ungagged me. Now, a few thoughts went through my mind. Should I tell her? No, that wouldn't do much good, seeing how far away she was. I wasn't a tattle either, and I didn't want this to end.
"David, your father and I are going to make hotel reservations for tonight and aren't going to be home tonight because the car broke down."
I froze. "O-Okay," I said. I could hardly speak.
"Make yourself some dinner, we'll be back by tomorrow at 3, hopefully"
"Bye."
I couldn't speak.
"What'd she say?" asked Veronica.
"She isn't gonna be home tonight," then literaly I couldn't speak, as the gag was stuffed in my mouth. I thought I heard some giggling, and we continued our journey.Dave
danmis@iquest.net
Sat Aug 08 23:28:59 US Eastern Standard Time 1998"Now he's ours for the whole night" said Stacy.
They led me up to a room, and I guessed it was my room. They tied me face up, spread-eagle to my bedposts. I would soon find out why. They lifted up my shirt and began tickling me. I wanted to burst. I wanted to explode. I wanted more. Valerie then left and Stacy went downstairs and talked on the phone for about five minutes. I thought I heard her say something about pizza. About 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang again and I wondered who it was. It was the pizza guy here with our dinner. Stacy came upstairs and I expected to be untied, but she only removed my gag. She began to feed me pizza, and I absolutely loved it. She gave me water too. She ate upstairs with me. I can't tell about the rest of the night's events, because this is a censored websites, but I can tell you I was tied and blindfolded the whole time.
In the morning, Stacy came in and untied me, but used the same setup as she brought me upstairs in. She then tied the other end of my leash to the leg of her chair and she fed me breakfast. She obviously enjoyed this.
After that, she left. I got untied before mom and dad got home. You may ask me how I knew so many details. I kept a daily journal. This night's happened to be the longest entry, topping 5 pages. I believe a detailed story is the best kind. This may seem like fiction to you but I assure you it wasn't. And I'm glad it wasn't, too. Please respond to me about the story. Was it too profane? If so, I'll make my next post...lighter. Did you like it? If so, I'll keep posting.Dave
danmis@iquest.net
Tue Aug 11 00:34:54 1998I hate to admit that my younger sister was (still is) just better at some things than me. But thanks to other stories here, I guess I'm not the only one who had a tough time of it over a period of time. I least I had a better GPA than she did, and I can say it only took me four years to graduate from college (class of 97!). It looks like Lisa is going to take some time getting through school, if she does at all. She's at a junior college now and maybe has one full year of credit. Not that she's dumb, rather she gets distracted. (She'd rather hang around with boys, in other words). Most of what I talk about here happened in the summer of 91. It started when Lisa said how cool it would be to attend the same high school as me. I didn't like that at all, at the time. A year later, and I was more popular with the guys than ever before and it's really thanks to Lisa. She loved my friends. That boy thing again. Anyway, I tried to convince her in any way possible that I wouldn't tolerate her hanging around me. Alas, I proved to be truly inept (sorry girls) at tying up my sister, and needed her friend's (Joy) help just to get back at her once. That summer proved to be my undoing, and, I guess, the beginning of my new-found respect for my sister AND her friends. I guess I had to look at girls differently from then on. And yes, I'm still inept, and no, I don't often find myself on the other end anymore. Still, I have to consider that summer a turning point in my life.
(To be continued)Shorty
Tue Aug 11 00:49:59 1998The Summer of 1991
I thought I'd be ready for anything Lisa could try on me. The key concept here is I thought myself right into a mess that whole summer. It had been a week or so since Joy and I got together to help get revenge on Lisa, and nothing seemed to be amiss. I thought (there's that word again) things were back to they way they were, and I was doing my own thing while Lisa and Joy were doing theirs. One day in late June, I'm just finishing up an exhausting game of basketball on a court just a couple of blocks from my house. Lisa wandered by to tell me mom wanted some things at the store, and that I had to go. Great. I mean, I would do anything for my mother, but Lisa was big enough by then. I got a little disturbed because I was so tired. (I'm not that great of an athlete either, I'm usually the guy who passes the ball a lot). Lisa said if it would make me feel better she would go with me. It was like she was a little mad too, but she'd go out of her way to help. I didn't see it coming at all. Lisa was by herself! Anyway, we started walking toward the store and Lisa talked about how a coke really sounded good right about now, etc. We were passing a bathroom in the park, and she asked if she could just go in for a quick second. Fine. Not five seconds later, she gave out a short scream. I got scared and ran it. Damn it! There was Lisa and Joy, with a few strands of rope in their hands, smiling at me.
TO BE CONTINUED.Shorty
Tue Aug 11 01:01:32 1998The Summer of 1991 (Part II)
"Time for a little payback, big bro."
When I raced into the bathroom, I had no idea what was going on, and I didn't know what to expect. This came out of left field and boy did I feel stupid. Joy had stepped in behind me to block a quick retreat, and I was a little stunned to think (yep, there it is again) straight. Joy closed the door and turned the lock.
"Just make it easy on yourself and nobody gets hurt," said Lisa.
I stared at her as Joy came up behind and grabbed my wrists. I gave a brief struggle, but Lisa was pretty strong and with the two of them, well, let's just say I surrendered. I figured, great, they'll have some fun and that will be that.
Joy tied my wrists together behind me, while Lisa started to wrap a a rope around my waist. When my wrists were tied, Lisa wrapped the rope a few more times to pull my arms close to my side, then she tied off the rope to one of the stall doors. I could run around, and that's about it. My hands were pretty much useless. Lisa and Joy tickled me for a few minutes, but then Lisa started to unbuckle my belt! That was too much. I tried to tell her, but she said I should be quiet or people might see something I wouldn't want them to see. Now I was not only shocked, but more than a little embarassed. I mean, Joy was right there too. Enough was enough I thought. Yeah, that's right: I thought.
(??)Shorty
Wed Aug 12 00:00:37 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I apologise to everyone for not posting a story that is in the spirit of the rest but please be assured that everything was completly innocent and that nothing unethical happened.Melissa and i had a great night and had some pretty good laughs especially with the find key while tied up.We really had a great time falling all over the place and trying to reach the key in high places.
Well anyways i just wanted to set the record straight and also say that i had a couple more stories of when i was younger,it's just that this story was more recent so it was fresher in my mind.I hope you will let me post them becase this hase become one of my favorite pages so i wpuld like to be welcome.Thanks!!
PatrickPatrick
judokast@hotmail.com
Wed Aug 12 13:36:16 1998I have been very impressed with this page but was curious if anyone had any tie up stories involving their aunts. I for one had the pleasure of playing many a tie up game with my nephew Steve many years ago. And I think its interesting to have the perspective of an adult doing the tying. Unfortunately for steve I was not a twelve year old girl and many of my tie ups were a little more "strict". He used to dare me to tie him saying he could always escape. I would proceed to duct tape him to a chair in my living room. I used about half a roll securing his wrists and chest to the chair and the other on his legs. He was about fifteen and would struggle a lot before relenting. This is when I would spring my trap. I had previously balled a wet sock up and fit it into a knee high nylon which i would tie into a ball. When he finally said he gave up I would force the ball into his mouth. It filled it completely and i would then tie it in place with rope. Often I would tie a pretty scarf over the gag just for looks but this kept him extremely quiet and my prisoner for about half the afternoon. There are many occasions and stories I have to share but I wonder if you all have any similiar ones.
Aunt Bondage
Wed Aug 12 20:01:49 EDT 1998Hi all, I'm glad I found this page! I wasn't sure anything like it even existed; this is great! Much of my childhood was spent playing tie-up games (or fantasizing about tie-up), a lot of the inspiration for which--you probably can guess--I got from T.V. Well, my brother helped a lot too. In fact, here's a short recount of one of the first times we played that sticks out:
I was about 5 at the time, my brother 8. I was his personal peeve; he picked on me all the time, and if he had an idea to do something or needed a victim for a prank, it was usually me. He'd gotten me into tieup games not long before this happened.
That particular day (it was in summer, though when I don't recall) he decided to tie me up to a tree (previous to that it had just been in chairs.) The woods around our house were pretty much off-limits to us then since my brother-in-law at the time kept dairy cows in pastures adjoining them, and my mother had this dread fear I'd get trampled by one if I went near them.
Wed Aug 12 20:09:53 EDT 1998(Part 2--sorry I forgot to mark the first part)
Anyway, that day my brother convinced me to follow him into the woods (I think he bribed me with a lollipop) so I broke that taboo and followed him. We went to a spot just out of sight of the yard, where he had me turn around and he tied my wrists behind me, using a length of bailing twine (a waxy, scratchy rope, thinner than hemp; you found lots of it in the pastures), then he tied my ankles and gagged me (not a normal gag; but one of those "over-the-nose" types you see a lot in cartoons.) He then pushed me up against the tree and used a few more lengths to tie me to it. Now that I was secure, he did what I should have expected he'd do:
He left me there.
Naturally, I freaked. Not only were the woods taboo, but they were full of monsters too (at least as my 5 year old mind saw it) and I had visions in my head of some drooling monster coming to eat me. So I started screaming (good thing he didn't use a "real" gag) my head off, and next thing you know, I heard crunching noises coming toward me...
Wed Aug 12 20:17:28 EDT 1998Part 3
The noises turned out to be a cow; probably come to see what all the noise was. Either way, it was no help.
I don't know how long I was tied up there before I noticed my brother couldn't tie real well and the knots on my hands were coming loose; after a bit of work I got them off and managed to wriggle out from under the ones holding me to the tree. I was pretty upset then (and really mad at my brother), and I was going to tell my mother what happened (even though I knew I was going to get yelled at for being in the woods) when I heard my brother and his friend Paul laughing and coming toward me. I don't really know what inspired me to do it, but I hid; and when they got there, the looks on their faces when they didn't see me were (at least in hindsight) pure joy. They started calling my name, and then they panicked and ran back to the house. I went back too, after they were out of sight, and as I got outside the house I could hear my brother frantically telling my mother what he'd done, and now I was gone and he thought somebody had kidnapped me for real, etc.
About then I went into the house (probably just in time, too; my mother had the phone in her hand and was probably dialing the police.) Needless to say we both got yelled at and grounded, but it didn't stop our tieup games in the least.
Um, the humorous part...I guess that part would be seeing my brother panic (my brother NEVER panicked when it concerned me...) I guess that kind of lost something in the translation. Anyway, if y'all don't mind, maybe I'll relate some of my other times in the future, and once again, this is a great site!
Rob
Wed Aug 12 17:50:51 PDT 1998Aunt Bondage:I have my "Tying up Aunt Judith" post coming up (title is a working one);it recounts how I and my cousins both tied up and were tied up by my Aunt Judith one summer, I also had two other aunts I managed to tie up but that tale is a long ways off,,,You might want to go into the archieves and read a story called "the Great Biscuit Robbery" about How Gillian B 9one of our mainstays here) and company burgled some cookies from her Aunt Gillian, tying and gagging her in the process.
I might post another tale before the aunt Judith one though but don't worry it is coming...dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Thu Aug 13 00:52:06 1998Hi All. I've been readina ll the postings here. I'm trying to make my own page for bondage stories. I'm looking for pictures to put on it. NOTHING X-Rated. I'm looking for pictures of men tied up. Again NOTHING X-rated. I want a G rated page. if you have a picture e-mail me with the subject line"help for your page", and I'll get back to you. Thanks
Thu Aug 13 13:08:32 1998Not much time for a post so I'll make it quick, dudalb thank you for your offering and I hope to see it soon. Just as a precautionary notice I am not someone who is "into" bondage persay and although I am not married I do date frequently. Steven (my nephew) and I have been playing this little tie up game since he was younger although I now do a much thorough job.Right now he is in the kitchen bound to a chair. I have not used my normal duct tape technique so I thought I might share how he is. Today I used a pair of pantyhose to bound and secure his wrists behind his back and to a chair. I then preceded to use saran wrap to wrap his legs, waist and upper body to the chair. His gag is simply a paper towel wad in his mouth secured by my right sock. I decided to post quickly because I don't believe this is that effective a tie, I'll right back later after I compose a story from our play.
Aunt Bondage
Thu Aug 13 22:17:57 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Aunt Bondage,
Just out of curiosity, in you games with your nephew does he ever get to tie you up and gag you? If so, tell use about thoses experiences and how are you dress if this is the case?
James
Fri Aug 14 18:21:12 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Let me start by saying I've been following your page for quite a while and I think it's a very, very good.
The following is a story out of Bondage Life 21. The story was on page 74. I'm posting "A" because it's a very good story and "B" because the person who wrote it years ago said they would be writing other stories along the same lines. I've purchased quite a few more issues of Bondage Life since then but never ever saw another story from him again.
If any one knows of this his stories or if he's surfing these pages, please post more stories or contact me. He signed his story "J" from Florida.
Anyway enjoy the following story.
Dear Harmony
I greatly enjoyed Atreus' account of some of his seminal bondage experi-ences. Here is a recollection of an occurrence involving my mother and one of our neighbors. It was the last Friday in July, 1957. About one thirty, I wandered over to Jim's next door. Tim and Rod, our neighbor's nephews from Oklahoma; Ray, from across the alley; Roger, from across the street, and Jim were all huddled together on Jim's front porch. I asked them what was going on and Rod said that he and Tim were going to tie up Carol, their aunt, my neighbor, and we could watch. It might have started out as their idea, but Jim had the clothesline and handkerchiefs and was definitely in charge. Jim was two or three years older than the rest of us and our neigh-borhood leader.
With great stealth we made our way over to Carol's next door and down the side of her house until we reached the corner by her backyard. We peeked around the corner to locate her and saw her sitting at the picnic table having coffee with my mother. Mother had just turned thirty-seven, and had four children. She weighed about 145, stood about five seven, was very well endowed and quite good looking. Carol was thirty, and had two girls who were at her sister's in Oklahoma. Carol weighed about 130 and stood about five three. Like mother she was very well endowed and had dThe Saint
saint@sympatico.ca
Fri Aug 14 18:25:37 Eastern Daylight Time 1998She weighed about 145, stood about five seven, was very well endowed and quite good looking. Carol was thirty, and had two girls who were at her sister's in Oklahoma. Carol weighed about 130 and stood about five three. Like mother she was very well endowed and had dark hair that just touched the nape of her neck. Carol was good looking but mother was better. Both of them were working very hard on their tans and had their usual tube type halter top and short-shorts on.
After discovering that mother was with Carol, we all gave Jim a "what now coach look." He whispered that we would just tie them both up. I said it was alright with me, but I had never tied mother up before and didn't know how she would react. Tim and Rod added that they had had a real hard time convincing their mother the first time, but that Carol didn't seem to be bothered when they tied her up two days ago. After some whispered dis-cussion, we forged ahead. We went right over to the table and said that we were going to tie them both up. After some prodding from Carol and some hang dawg looks from us, mother agreed to go along with it.
Jim handed out the clothesline and told us what to do. Rod crossed and tied Carol's ankles together while Roger did the same to mother. Jim gagged them, first Carol then mother, by pulling a handkerchief between their teeth and tieing it behind her head. I was really surprised by how ineffec-tive the gags were; I could understand their protests quite clearly when Jim said that we would need more rope. We had two pieces left, a twelve foot and a four foot. Rod said that the gags weren't much good and that we should go inside. Everybody agreed and we untied their ankles. Jim said that since the gags weren't doing their job he would take them off. Mother and Carol were pleased with that until he used the handkerchiefs to blindfold them. We started to lead them into the house, but Jim told us to tie the ankle ropes around their waists and then around their wrists. ThThe Saint
Fri Aug 14 18:29:28 Eastern Daylight Time 1998We started to lead them into the house, but Jim told us to tie the ankle ropes around their waists and then around their wrists. This brought more protests, good natured from Carol, sort of serious from mother. Carol told mother that it was just the kids playing and not to take it so seriously.
Once we had their wrists secured, we led them, a boy on each side, over to the porch, up the stairs, into the house, into the living room, and sat them on the coffee table. By this time Ray had returned with more clothesline. Jim cut another long piece and five more short ones. Following his directions we tied their knees and ankles. Having their ankles tied was acceptable, but they protested, both good natured, about their knees. Tim said that they didn't tie Carol's knees before. This brought a probing question from mother, a hedging answer from Carol, another question, and so on. While this was going on, Rod came in with a pair of his uncle's socks and some of Carol's scarves. Jim rolled the socks into two balls and when Carol started to answer a question, stuffed one into her mouth, and secured it with a scarf. When mother started to ask what was going on, he said that she talked too much, stuffed the other one into her mouth, and secured it with a scarf. Mother and Carol sputtered for a few seconds and then seemed to accept their fate. They sat very quietly as Jim cinched their elbows together. The only sounds they made were some sharp gasps when he copped a couple of feels as he wrapped the long lines around their upper arms and chests. They took it all quite well until we put them on the floor and hog-tied them. It wasn't a severe hog-tie, their legs were just perpendicular to the floor, not touching their butts or wrists. Never-theless, they decided that enough was enough and that we should untie them. Of course we couldn't under-stand them as they fumed and sput-tered and tossed and turned and wig-gled around. We watched them strug-gle as we deci
Fri Aug 14 18:31:45 Eastern Daylight Time 1998We watched them strug-gle as we decided what to do next. I suggested that we go tie up Ray's and Roger's mothers, hut it was almost two thirty and their fathers would be home a little after three. Roger suggested tying Jim's older sisters and we all headed over to his house. I took one last look as we left and I can still see mother and Carol lying there hog-tied, gagged and blindfolded, struggling to free themselves, making incoherent sounds, their browned legs con-trasting with the beige carpet, the white clothesline standing out against their tanned skins, the sweat just starting to glisten on their legs and arms.
When we got to Jim's, his grand-mother and aunt were there so we de-cided to go over to my yard and play ball. About four o'clock, my younger sister came home and asked where mother was. As soon as she went back in we all ran over to Carol's. Except for them being on their sides instead of their stomachs and Carol having her blindfold off, they were just as we had left them, gagged and hog-tied. They were past the mad stage and seemed really grateful when we untied them. Happily there were no repercussions or recriminations over the events of that afternoon. Over the rest of the summer, there were several other bondage incidents involving neighbor-hood women which I may write about later. This incident also started a series of bondage games between my mother and me that lasted until the next April when she decided that be-ing tied up while six months pregnant was just too much. Sadly the games never got going again after my young-est sister was born. That summer was one brief glorious interlude. From the time the game stopped until my wife and I became heavily involved, I had to subsist on TV shows and detective magazine covers. But I can still see Carol and Lydia, two very attractive, scantily clad, middle-aged women, futilely struggling against their bonds and gags.
Sincerely,
'J' in Florida
75The Saint
Sat Aug 15 01:51:43 PDT 1998In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks with my cousins at my Aunt Jean's house. My cousins--Donna (12) and Shirley (10)--had "roped" their friend Becca (13) and her brother Jim (11) into their bondage games long before I had taken part. Becca quickly took to the games like a fish to water, inventing elaborate bondage traps which made it extremely hard for us to escape. And, according to the rules, if a captive didn't escape from a game by the time it ended, then he or she remained a captive when the next game began.
The summer of '76 was only my second summer at playing these games with my cousins and their friends. And, in the first two games that I participated in so far, Becca had maintained her role as the captor, a role she had grown used to playing. In fact, during the previous winter, she even went so far as to create ransom notes for all of us. Instead of writing the words out by hand, they were formed from clippings of letters from various publications, just like a real ransom note. My note read, "We have Doug. No cops. We will call you." I have to admit that it always irked me that Becca never wrote up a ransom note for herself...so I decided to do it for her.
After playing Becca's latest game on Thursday of my first week (see my last post, dated July 22, for details), I spent the following weekend creating a ransom note for Becca. I clipped the letters out of old copies of the Sunday paper that were laying around and pasted them to a blank sheet of typing paper to spell out the statement: "We have Becca. No cops. We will call you." With my ransom note finished late Sunday night, I now had to plot the "kidnapping" of Becca.
Sat Aug 15 01:57:21 PDT 1998(2 of 7)
I woke up late the next day, Monday, and discovered, thanks to my youngest cousin, George (6), that Donna and Shirley had already gone over to another friend's house, a girl named Karen (12). My Uncle Steve was at work as usual; my Aunt Jean was out visiting the neighbors, and we younger kids were left in the "care" of the oldest boy, Keith (15). Keith's approach to baby-sitting was to simply ignore us, and that suited me just fine. I realized that there would probably be no better time to kidnap Becca than now. One unforeseen problem I had was that I had attracted the attention of George, who had walked in on me while I was working on my ransom note in the basement rec room last night. George allowed me to swear him to secrecy on the condition that I let him help me in my fiendish plot. I quickly agreed.
After a quick breakfast of cereal, during which George gave me an update on where Becca was at that moment, I went out to the back yard to confirm his last sighting of our quarry. Sure enough, I could see Becca a few doors down, casually hanging out in her own yard.
I remember getting butterflies in my stomach just then, because I realized that it was either now or never for my mad scheme. I glanced at George and said, "Let's do it."
When George and I entered Becca's back yard a minute later, we brought along a water pistol and my newly minted ransom note. Becca, clad in a two piece bathing suit, laid face down on a chaise lounge, lazily patting the edge of the cushion with one bare foot. When she saw us, Becca pulled off her sunglasses and gave George and me a puzzled smile. "Hi, guys," she said. "What's up?"Doug
Sat Aug 15 02:05:34 PDT 1998(3 of 7)
In reply, I merely placed my ransom note in her hands. Becca read it once with a slight frown, then she quickly sat up and read it again--this time with such apparent shock that her mouth dropped open. She stared at me wide-eyed and asked, "Did you do this?"
My mouth was as dry as sandpaper, but I kept my voice firm and steady as I said, "Yes. I made it. We're kidnapping you. Now."
To my surprise and relief, Becca didn't break out in mocking laughter. If she did, that would have been the end of it. I wasn't about to force the game on her; it had to be just as much her choice as it had been mine whenever I allowed her to tie me up.
Instead, Becca simply asked, "It's just you two, isn't it?"
When I replied in the affirmative, adding that Donna and Shirley were over at Karen's, Becca calmly placed the ransom note down, then clasped her hands together behind her head. By doing this, she was indicating her desire to play without breaking the "reality" of the game. George promptly raised the water pistol at her.
"Come along with us quietly," I told her as I picked up the ransom note. "Any funny business, and you'll regret it. My partner here has an itchy trigger finger."
Becca couldn't hide her slight smile as she lowered her arms and quietly went with us over to my Aunt Jean's house. Once there, I stood outside the side door of the house, keeping the water pistol aimed at Becca's back while George ran inside to see where Keith was.
George returned and gave me some great news: Keith wasn't home. Apparently, he took off once George and I left earlier. We now had the entire house to ourselves.Doug
Sat Aug 15 02:11:53 PDT 1998(4 of 7)
Entering the house, I brought Becca to the bedroom that I temporarily shared with George whenever I visited Aunt Jean's. I told Becca to sit down on my bed, and then stood guard over her while George ran out to get his sisters' "bondage bag" from their bedroom. I was surprised at the high level of enthusiasm which Becca had for her role as an anxious kidnap victim. When George returned with the "bondage bag" (which contained clothesline rope and a roll of duct tape) Becca actually tensed up her body in a melodramatic fashion and asked, "You're not going to tie me up, are you?"
I pulled a strand of rope out of the bag and said, "What do you think?"
Becca let out a sharp gasp of mock terror as I sat next to her on the mattress and pulled her arms behind her back. I wrapped the rope snugly around her wrists four times before tying it off in a knot.
"How much ransom are you fiends asking for me?" she asked over her shoulder.
"A million," George replied without hesitation.
"Oh no," Becca moaned. Then she started a long, frantic speech about how her parents could not possibly raise that kind of money, because their bank in Switzerland was closed, etc, etc... She must have rehearsed this act just for this moment, when she became a captive. I gestured to George for the tape. When I pulled off a strip to gag her with, Becca babbled on about how her parents were out of touch, anyway, because they were sailing
around the world on their private yacht. I patiently held the strip of tape in my hands and waited until she paused for a breath, then I gagged her.Doug
Sat Aug 15 02:20:44 PDT 1998(5 of 7)
I gently pushed Becca's shoulder until she fell against the bed, lying on her right side. I pulled her feet up on the mattress, then got some more rope and tied her ankles together.
When her ankles were securely bound, I thoughtfully stared at her bonds. I had originally considered hog-tying her, but I wasn't sure. I mean, bound as she was right now, it was obvious that Becca wasn't going anywhere. Becca laid with her back facing me, watching me carefully over her bare shoulder. After debating with myself for a few seconds, I finally got another strand of rope and used it to bind Becca's knees. Just as I finished securing the knot which bound Becca's knees, a wild idea entered my mind.
A sly smile crossed my face as I casually sat down next to Becca--the very same Becca, who, whenever I was tied up, would reach down and tickle my bound feet.
"Becca," I said sweetly, "now that you're all tied up and everything, I was wondering if I could ask you something...."
She couldn't reply because of her gag, but Becca gave me a wary look, as if she knew she wasn't going to like whatever I was about to say. "Are you ticklish?" I asked.
Becca let out an intense growl under her gag, and her nostrils actually flared to the point where I thought I was going to see fire sprout from them. She bent her legs in a futile gesture to keep her feet from my reach. But I simply grabbed the bonds around her ankles and held her feet in place while I tickled them. Becca's growls quickly turned into muffled giggles under her gag. I offered George a chance to tickle her, but he shyly declined.Doug
Sat Aug 15 02:28:15 PDT 1998(6 of 7)
Once I got my ticklish revenge, we left our captive alone in the bedroom and sought a snack in the kitchen. While George and I each ate a cupcake, I kept tabs on the time, not wanting to leave Becca bound any longer than the normal half hour limit.
Twenty minutes later, Donna and Shirley returned with Karen in tow. George and I exchanged a humorous, knowing look as the girls took seats next to us at the table. For some reason, they were in a somber mood, and weren't too pleased to see George and me looking so cheerful.
When the girls finally demanded to know what was so funny, I happily led them into the bedroom, where Donna, Shirley and Karen all gaped at the sight of Becca lying bound and gagged on the bed. Then the girls' mood brightened considerably--especially Shirley, who practically squealed with delight. George and I roared with laughter when Shirley and Karen bent down by Becca's bound feet and started tickling them. Poor Becca just rolled her eyes in disgust at this.
Donna regarded George and me with renewed respect. It turned out that the gathering at Karen's house had turned into a discussion about what could be done concerning Becca's continuing dominance of the bondage games as a captor. Karen was chomping at the bit to be a captor in the next game, and they were trying to find some diplomatic way to get the point across to Becca that she had to eventually hand over control to somebody else. And the irony was, at about the same time this discussion was taking place, George and I "kidnapped" Becca, who willingly consented to be a captive.Doug
Sat Aug 15 02:34:03 PDT 1998(7 of 7)
I finally sat down next to Becca on the bed and started untying her. Both Shirley and Karen voiced a very loud protest at this. They wouldn't even listen to me when I said that I had Becca tied for well over the half hour limit, now. I undid the ropes binding her wrists, and Becca sat up, pulled off her gag, and sincerely said, "Thanks, Doug." When Shirley tried to tickle her bound feet one last time, she snapped, "DO YOU MIND?!"
As Becca quickly bent over to untie her legs, Donna invited her and Karen to stay for a swim in our pool, to which they consented. "It'll be nice to finally take a swim, since Doug never gave me a chance to use my own pool," Becca jokingly said.
Donna and Shirley left the room to change into their bathing suits, while Karen had to run back home to put on her own. Becca, who was the only one already clad in a bathing suit, remained on the bed sitting in a cross-legged position while I put the rope I'd used on her back in the bondage bag.
"You know I'm going to get you back for this, Doug," she said calmly. "It'll be just you and me, and you'll never know where or when until it's too late."
I had been expecting some kind of threat like this from Becca. In fact, I was hoping she would swear vengeance. I simply shrugged and said, "Looking forward to it." I wonder if she ever knew just how much I meant it.
Little did we realize that the next bondage game would take place no sooner than later that night, with a big surprise for the both of us. However, that's a tale for another time. Stay tuned, and thanks for reading.Doug
Sat Aug 15 21:56:04 PDT 1998Doug:You never disappoint! Just try to get the sequel up before too long.It's interesting how much your games and mine were alike-especially the cycle of good natured revenge..the main difference is that wheras you tried hard if from one of your comments unsucessfully to keep your games from the grownups in ours we finallly targeted some of the parents and got most of them...
The Story the Saint game us if fun but remember the source--a professional bondage magazine..and I think the writer (I know it was'nt you, Saint, so don't take this personally) added a little to the truth,,The psychology of the moms early in the game strikes me as being true but when is mentions there were no repurcessions after he states that a couple of the kids copped a feel I grow skeptical..I know my mom would have gone bersefk on being freed if that happended..letting the kids tie you up as part of a game is one thing but groping is another...Wheneverr we tied up anyone of the opposite sex we were very careful to avoid any kind of touching that could be considered groping because that could bring the whole house falling down...SO I think that the writer J from Florida may have added a few touches for the magazine's audience,,but in the words of Dennis Miller, that just my opinion and I could be wrong...dudalb
dalbrech@msn.com
Sun Aug 16 09:29:43 1998Aunt Bondage,
How old is your nephew stephen?
Please tell more about when you tie him up.Desir0500
DesiR0500@aol.com
Sun Aug 16 16:33:26 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I understand and should have said thay I thought the writer from Floirda must have added a few "Adult" touches to his story (IE. Adult Magazine). My whole point in posting it was to have this guy (I presume) give us more on any stories he had pertaining to his childhood bondage days. This article was posted 10 to 15 years ago, and although it was a long shot, I thought I'd post it anyways. It is still a good story if the Adult situations are omitted. (Looking back I should have taken them out myself). Anyways I hope I didn't offend anyone, that wasn't my intent.
The Saint
saint@sympatico.ca
Sun Aug 16 16:12:31 PDT 1998About two months after my encounter with Gina Me and my siblings (Chris,my sister aged 12, and Jim by Brother Aged 8) went down to spend a week with Aunt Judith. We went without our parents, they were going through the initial stages of a trial separation and felt it would be best if we were out of the house during the actual court proceedings. They told us what was happening, they just thought it would be good if we were away. They made it clear one reason they were doing this was so they would part as friends, with no bitterness. Mom made clear Dad could see us whenever he wanted, there would be no custody battle. . I and my Sister saw it coming for nearly a year but still when it happened it was a shock.
So One June day we were on a Amtrak train headed for my Aunt’s . When we got to the station she was waiting for us. She,of course, knew what was happening. She was
determined to get out minds off it, and as a result we had a fun time. And of course we
and my cousins got to tie and gag Aunt Judith.....Aunt Judith was my aunt by marriage. Uncle Will, my Mom’s brother, met her in college and they were married one summer. This caused a few problems with both set of parents because Uncle Will was 100 % Irish and Judith was 100% Jewish. Will had broke with the Catholic Church when my Mom left after a four month disaster of a 1st Marriage which ended in a Reno divorce court and put Mom afoul of the Church’s divorce laws.
So Will had no problem with the children of his marriage being raised in the Jewish Faith.
But still it was a shock for the parents of both,although they eventually adjusted.
Judith was about five ten, had black hair and was what the kids nowdays call a Major
Fox. Think Rene Russo and you’re in the neighborhood. Having two kids had not
impacted her build at all and at age 36 she lost none of her looks. .She also had a heart of gold and spoiled her nephews\nieces rotten.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.con
Sun Aug 16 16:13:23 PDT 1998Judith’s 2 kids were named Shula, aged 14 and Moira, aged 10. Shula, with a modern
Hebrew name, had red hair, fair complexion, and looked like she stepped out of ad for the Irish or Scottish tourist Bureau. Moira, with a Irish name, had black hair, and looked like she stepped out of ad for the Israeli Tourist Bureau.Who says God does'nt have a sense or humor? They were both raised in the Jewish faith. Mom had given us a lecture on how we were guests in Aunt Judith’s house, were to respect all customs observed in the house, and should not be upset if some items of food we were used to were not served.
Mom need not have bothered. Judith was Reform, and did not observe the Kosher laws.
Me and Shula had met a few times before but we became friends this time. I found out
after a couple of days she had learned to tie people up at a Jewish Summer camp she had attended the summer before. (I’m willing to bet these games go on in every country and culture on earth).We exchanged tales and when I told her of Mom’s great escape last summer she mentioned that she had been trying to figure out a way to con her Mom into being tied up. We both decided that the same idea of having the smaller kids “kidnap” the Mom and then have the older kids take over the actual tying would have a good chance of success with Judith. The younger kids, my brother Jim and Moira were eager to cooperate. Tying up Moms-and Aunts-seems to have a universal appeal.
To Be Continueddudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sun Aug 16 16:18:58 PDT 1998Saint; Not offeneded at all.I rather liked the story In my tie up games we nabbed more than one Mom a couple of times. the only problem I had with this story was in believing that a kid could "cop a feel"under those circumstances and not get punished. If a kid
tried that with my Mom I know I would have punched him out myself and ended the game then and there.dudalb
Mon Aug 17 09:03:06 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I hear ya dudalb.
The Saint
Mon Aug 17 20:27:33 PDT 1998As luck would have it Uncle Will would be gone overnight on business the next day so
when Judith got home from work the field of fire would be clear.Aunt Judith was a
computer programmer and actually had a COMPUTER in her HOME! This was the early Eighties and although I had heard of such a thing I had never seen it (outside of the film WARGAMES of course!)As a matter of fact that visit I got my first hands on experience with a computer from Aunt Judith when she noted I was curious about it.
That day we gathered the necessary material :A 20 foot piece of soft clothesline,Some
strips of nylon cloth (a very secure but comfortable binding for Judith’s wrists and
ankles) and several scarves and nylon stockings for general purpose binding and
gagging.Please understand my cousins loved their mom and we all very much liked Aunt Judith but it would so much fun to tie and gag her! And of course we meant no harm to her or anyone in our games for that matter.Shula jokingly said she wondered if the things we would use to tie her mom with were accepptable according to Jewish law. I said how the hell would I know, I was an Episcopalian. (My mom and us kids joined that Church when she felt her kids needed some exposure to religion.)
We rehearsed the younger kids on their parts.Aunt Judith got home, we had dinner, and Judith sat down to read. The stage was set.
The younger kids marched in with my kid brother in the lead. He had pulled of this
maneuver with my Mom the year before. They had water pistols, pointed them at Judith and announced they were kidnapping her.I,Shula, and Chris were careful to remain out of sight. Judith obligingly raised her hands, upon which the kids took a bandanna and blindfolded her.Judith was wearing slacks and a white shirt and her hair was down below her shoulders. The kids guided Judith upstairs and into a bedroom where we had placed a kitchen chair earlier in the day . Judith was seated and then we older kids entered the room and the tying up began.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Mon Aug 17 20:29:03 PDT 1998Shula pulled her Mom’s hands behind the chair, crossed them and begun tying them
with a strip of Nylon cloth. Judith seem to accept that being tied up was part of being
kidnapped but later she admitted she was surprised that young kids could tie so tight.
But the bindings didn’t hurt so she didn’t say anything. I checked the bindings and
decided that Shula had done as good a job as I could have done. Judith would have a
difficult time freeing her wrists. And unlike mom in her great escape Aunt Judith would
not have a partner to help her escape.
The next step was to tie Judith’s left ankle to the left chair leg, and the right ankle to the right leg. This was done with two other Nylon strips. (Shula was learning to Sew and so had lots of spare cloth.) Judith finally spoke : “You guys are really tying me up ”
Moira (who had helped take Judith Prisoner) said ‘We would be lousy kidnappers if we did’nt”.Judith sighed “Just don’t make it too tight.”
Chris took a long scarf and tied Judith’s knees together with it. I took another long scarf, tied it around Judith’s already bound wrists,ran it down to the lower chair rung and tied the other end to the rung making Judith’s wrist even more secure.Shula took the clothes line and tied her Mom’s elbows to the chair posts, looping it around her chest. When Shula was done only one thing remained. Judith said “I can guess what is nex mmmph”.
Before she could finish the sentence I had put a clean rolled up sock in her mouth and
Shula secured it with a scarf used as a cleave gag. The cleave gag was a favorite because it was the gag used most often on television.We made a final test of the knots and decided that Aunt Judith was well and truly tied and gagged. TO BE CONTINUED>
Mon Aug 17 20:37:25 PDT 1998TYING UP AUNT JUDITH PT.3
We were mean enough to position Aunt Judith when we were done in front of a mirror
so that when we took off the Blindfold she could see what a complete Jewish Damsel in Distress she was.The Blindfold was removed and when Judith saw herself she did a
beautiful double take. She said later she had not realized how completely bound and
gagged she was until she saw herself. She then glanced on Shula and Me and glared at us.
She caught on right away that we had tied her up and the younger kids had been our
stooges.
“Okay Mom,”Shula said.”You have one hour to show us what kind of a Houdini you are”.
For about ten minutes Judith tried to free herself by pulling at the ropes and trying to slip out of them to no avail. She then begun twisting her fingers to find the knots tying her wrists.but Shula had been careful to put them where her Mom’s fingers could not reach them.After about Twenty Minutes Judith glanced around the room. She was trying to find something to cut the strips of cloth with. But I had remembered my Mom’s escape and had been careful to remove any scissors or knives from the room. Judith finally gave up and just Sat still for about twenty minutes. Then she begun mmaphing loudly and we ungagged her. “Okay, You win.I concede. You’ve tied me up and I can’t get loose.Could you please untie me now?” If it would have been a kid we would have just regagged her and told her to try harder but since she was an adult we decided to let her go. She had been tied up about forty minutes.We untied her and she complemented us on how well we could tie. Shula and I thought we had won a complete victory. But Aunt Judith had decided -so she later told us-that the honor of momdom required retaliation. But Judith realised it was a practical joke, so decided that the proper revenge was a joke back at Shula and me. But that is another post.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 18 01:23:06 EDT 1998Well, they may not seem like the best story, but here goes. Me and the neighbor`s daughter Stacy are good friends, and were back when we were about 12. We played together and such, sometimes copying TV. Well one day i happened to catch a soap opera (it was summer) and it had a guytying up and gagging a woman. So i ran out to Stacy with some rope and tape and told her what i saw. She liked it, and i proceeded to tie her up. Had to keep it loose, she kept copmplaining about how it was too tight. She hesitated for a sec when the tape came, but then said go ahead. The bad thing was my mom called me to go to the vidoe store. And I was so happy that i forgot about Stacy! we got back about an hour later, and i was going to my room wheni remembered her. MAn was she mad when took off the tape. She kept yelling at me so much that i put the tape bak on will i got finished untying her. She hit me, then ran home.
Blast23
jf50@gte.net
Tue Aug 18 13:17:48 1998Well as I promised you all I've finally selected a story to share with you regarding the bondage games I play with my nephew Stephen( currently 16) This one however occurred last year when he was fifteen. He had come over to my house to help with gardening for community service. We had been playing these bondage games for about five months and it was now early spring. For description purposes I am forty four about five eight and have white ish blonde hair. Stephen is five nine and has reddish hair and is generally well built. We were out back in the garden when he began complaining about how tedious the work was and how he wished he could get out of it. "Lets make a deal" he said. "If you tie me up and I can escape in under ten minutes then no more gardening for the rest of the day. I thought for a moment and then
Aunt Bondage
Tue Aug 18 13:32:49 1998I responded "Sounds fair but I'll offer you a half an hour" He accepted and I told him to follow me. For details sake I was in a yellow flower dress with black pantyhose and sandals. Despite the humidity I frequently wear pantyhose. He was in jeans and a red tee shirt. I led him into the living room and told him to wait a moment while I prepared everything. I came back five minutes later with an assortment of things in a purse. "All right now hands behind your back."I sat next to him on the couch and proceeded to bind his wrists with a black stocking. I generally used stockings on his wrists because they're effective and don't hurt that much. Now don't consider me a sadist but I used to more stockings(both black) to bind his elbows together as best as I could. "Oww Auntie" I grimaced. I clasped a hand over his mouth and talked in a strict voice. "Now fair is fair I plan on having you work for me in the garden later so I have to do you up nice and tight" After he agreed not to shout out again I released my hand and brought him to his feet. I lead him over to a wooden chair that I placed in the center of the room. I sat him in it and let
Aunt Bondage
Tue Aug 18 13:40:37 1998his arms fall over the back. I pulled out a roll of black electrical tape and wound it over his bound arms and around the arms of the chair. I used the rest of the roll wrapping his chest and stomack to the chair. He struggled a bit but a slight slap on the cheek caught his attention. "No struggling until your done" I chided. I love the playful banter that occurrs when we play these games. Next I produced the yards of rope I had taken from the garage. I securely bound his ankles and using the excess rope I pulled them up under the chair and tied the rope off at his wrists. One more yard secured his thighs to the chair. At this point the phone rang. I remember grabbing the portable from the kitchen. I came in and took a seat on stevens lap. I clasped one hand over his mouth and answered the phone with the other. I did this just to add to the feeling that he was more like a kidnapped prisoner than someone trying to win a bet. I finished the conversation and got off him. Now for his gag. I pulled out a pink sock and rolled it into a ball. I pushed it into my own mouth and removed it now a soggy packing. I produced a knee high baige nylon and
Aunt bondage
Tue Aug 18 13:47:54 1998I put the wadding into the knee high and tied it into a ball.I squeezed his cheeks so they opened and then I forced the soggy blall in. It filled his mouth and made him very quiet. I took a pair of beige pantyhose and pulled them over his head. Taking the legs I criss crossed them over his mouth and wrapped them around his head three times before tying them off in the back. He gurgled a bit but that was all he could. I placed a finger to his gagged mouth. Well sweety You may begin whenever. I pulled up another chair and sat directly in front of him. After five minutes of struggling it was clear he was helplessly mine but I kept the timer set for thirty minutes. I rested my feet on his thighs and would polk his face every now and again with my foot."Try harder sweety" I chided which was met with a gagged groan. Needless to say after giving me a foot massage(the general penalty for losing)steve spent the rest of the day picking weeds. I hope you enjoyed and I'm working on the next one which will be very interesting. Lets just say one time mother showed up. Tah Tah
Aunt bondage
Wed Aug 19 10:03:06 Pacific Daylight Time 1998hi all i'm new to this sight (just kinda stuballed on to it this morning) and i've only read down to shortys story and like it. it remindes me of when my ex-girlfrend and i were sleeping together,more on that when i have some time,i just wanted to ask shorty" what did your folks do to you and your sister??"
sandtiger
fuzzer5@yahoo.com
Thu Aug 20 04:41:47 1998First of all...I must say...Aunt Bondage more! more!
I had a very similar experience when younger...here it is from the "victim" perspective.
I used to go over to my stepmoms house every Wednesday during the summer to help her around the house. Andrea was 42 (I was 16) and very pretty in an All American way...blonde /blue...and nicely built for her age. Anyway...we were taking a break one day and watching a soap. As happens a lot on soaps...a woman was getting tied and gagged, really weakly, as I pointed out to my stepmom how weak the bondage job on the soap was. She responded "Yeah, if I was tying she would never get loose"
"I would though" I answered. With that, the bet was on.I will bet you your wages for the next two weeks (Andrea paid me 20 dollars a day to help her) that I can tie you up and you could not get free. I agreed to the bet
James
Thu Aug 20 16:14:02 Pacific Daylight Time 1998ok all i have figured out what the B the D and the S in bdsm meens ,and have tryed the first 2 ,but what dose the m meen.i have no clue my self.
sandtiger
Thu Aug 20 18:05:01 PDT 1998Aunt Judith Strikes Back!
(This tale picks up where my Tying Up Aunt Judith post ends).The next two days all seemed backed to normal . We kidded Aunt Judith about how we had her bound and gagged and at our mercy and she kidded us back about how her kids were being influenced by their Meshugge Goyim Mishpoche (Crazy Gentile Relatives).
Judith had learned Yiddish as a kid in order to speak to her grandparents, and taught us a lot of very colorful expressions-some of them pretty off color-and many of which I use today. Only in America-an German Irish kid using Yiddish expressions! Incidentally Goyim just mean non Jew and is in no way derogatory. This is Just to counter some of
the crap the web neo- nazis are putting out about it meaning Stupid Cattle, It does not.
Internet Neo-nazis! I really hate these guys.....
Thursday Night Uncle WIll was gone on business again, and Aunt Judith had the day off.
We got up as usual. Shula and I -by now we had become a team-were talking about going out to a movie when Aunt Judith asked us to come upstairs.
We went, having no idea what she wanted. She met us in the hallway, smiling. “I just
thought I'd tell you how much fun I had when I was Kidnapped the other Night”.
Alarm bells begun to go off in the back of my mind. Shula just looked surprised.
“So much fun that I want to share it with you two Maziks”. This is a Yiddish term I heard her call Shula a year ago when they were down visiting us. It means Mischievous Kid.
“So I’ve recruited some other Maziks to help me”. At this both Shula’s and my Siblings came out of the nearest room with supersoakers and Water pistols pointed at us. They
had defected to Aunt Judith’s side.We both realized the tables had turned. Aunt Judith, for whatever reason, had decided to punish us by using our own little game against us. We both raised our hand and awaited our fates.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Thu Aug 20 18:06:12 PDT 1998We were led into the same room where Aunt Judith had been bound and gagged. One
look around the room showed Shula and I were to suffer the same fate. Two Kitchen
Chairs had been placed a few feet apart,one on each side of the bed next to a bedpost, and the same pile of stuff we had used to tie up Aunt Judith was on the bed. Without a word, Shula and I just walked over to the chairs, sat down and awaited the inevitable.
Judith said “I’m glad you decided to make this easy.” She picked up a strip of cloth,
walked over to Shula, and told her to put her hands behind the chair. Judith proceeded to tie her daughter’s wrists. By watching I could see she was doing a good job of it. She saw me watching and said “I learned this at summer camp just like I suspect Shula did, though I haven’t done this for a long time. But I think I remember enough to make sure you two won’t be going anywhere for an hour or so”. As soon as she was done with Shula, Judith tied my wrists behind my chair. Judith’s memory was excellent. My hands were very firmly tied.
She then took a strip of cloth and tied Shula’s ankles together ,then did the same to mine.
“Would you other Maziks like to help?” Judith said. Chris leaped forward and the little
traitor tied Shula knees together and then did the same with mine, exactly the way she had tied Judith’s knees. “I know she helped tie me up,: Judith said, “but I’m letting her off. It’s the ring leaders I want to share the fun I had.”Judith then took a 20 foot length of clothesline and tied Shula’s elbows and body to the chair. She did the same to me with another 20 foot length of clothesline. She then asked up if we were feeling any pain or having any numbness, We both said no.. Actually I was enjoying being tied up by Aunt Judith , but I don’t think Shula shared my feelings. She looked a little glum. I guess she thought she had really put on over on her mother.
dudalb
dudalb@hotmal.com
Thu Aug 20 18:14:22 PDT 1998Judith left the gagging to the other kids. First Shula had a clean sock put in her mouth and was then cleave gagged with a scarf. I received the same treatment.As a final touch Judith took a long scarf, tied it around my already bound wrists and tied the other end to the bedpost. She did the same to Shula. This meant we could not scoot our chairs together and work on our bonds.
Judith checked the gags to see that they were neither too tight or too loose, than said
“Now you can have the same fun I did. About an hour of fun should be enough”.She was smiling and laughing while she said this. She then sat down on the bed, took up a book and started reading. At no time did she give any sign of anger. She seemed to be just playing the same game we played with her except this time Judith was the captor.
Shula and I pulled against our ropes trying to free ourselves. We failed. I felt for knots
but Judith had put the knots where my Fingers could not get a good grip on them. I saw that Shula was doing the same with no more luck. I just gave up but Shula continued to struggle. Our one chance would have been to maneuver ourselves so we could free each others wrists. Judith’s tying our wrists to the bedposts stopped this.
Shula kept up her struggles for nearly half an hour before she gave and sat back in her
bonds. Judith occasionally glanced at us, and a couple of times checked to see that our
breathing was okay.
At the end of one hour, Judith untied and ungagged us. ‘I hope you had a much fun As I
Did!” Judith said.Shula and I just kept quiet and went out of the room.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Thu Aug 20 18:20:10 PDT 1998
An hour later all was back to normal and Judith only made an occasionally joking
reference to our game. But Shula and I discussed whether Judith was punishing us or just playing the game we had started. Shula doubted it was punishment.According to her Judith would have punished us immediately after she was untied. She could tell when her Mom was angry, and she was not angry after we had untied her. If anything, Shula said, she seemed a little embarrassed by falling for our practical joke. Shula felt Judith knew we intended no malice or harm or even rebellion-just playing a joke on a grown up and the proper response was to beat us at our own game which she did.My respect for Aunt Judith went up a lot. But both Shula and I decided it ever a chance would present it self we would continue the game with Aunt Judith, And a couple of months later the chance did present itself. But the game was over for the present.
A couple of days later my siblings and I returned home,and begun to adjust to the reality of having a single parent. My mom and dad eventually reconcile but that was in the future.
May be as a form of distraction, we played our tying up games with more enthusiasm then ever. So i have more tales to tell...
dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 21 01:04:16 1998I'm feeling rather stupid at this point in time. Sometimes I wish I didn't post my experiences. I mean, they were personal, and only my sister and her friend Joy really knows what the summer of 91 meant to me. Guess I'm looking for a little support. I haven't had too many further experiences after that because Lisa discovered boys, and most of those boys suddenly became my friend the last two years of high school. When I went to college, I kind of lost track of people I knew, and especially my sister. Maybe we were too close at the time, but I haven't been able to have any satisfying experiences with women the past seven years. I tried bondage with two different women since, and it never worked out. First because I didn't really know them that well, and second because I think I'd rather be the one tied up and it's extremely difficult to get up the courage to ask a girl to do that. I was about to erase that last bit because it just seems too damn embarrassing. But then, hey, no one knows me here, and we do seem to share common interests. As for our parents, they never caught us in the act, though later I suppose they knew what was happening. Maybe they were a little caught by surprise by it all. We never got lectured or anything. Meanwhile, I guess I do miss having Lisa around sometimes. Promise not to tell her though!
Shorty
Fri Aug 21 03:51:28 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Nice page.
I have liked the idea of tying girls up as long as I can remember. I played tie up games with my male friends from about the age of 9 to the age of 15, but only for practice, we usually let each other go after ten minutes. My sisters were 11 and 13 years younger than I was, they were out of bounds until I was well past my teen years. the first girl, that I tied up so she couldn't get loose was my mother.
Four of my friends and I were taking turns tying each other to the chain link fence out in back of the row home I lived in. we finnally hit on a method no one could untie after the allotted ten minutes, and we decided to play cards instead, I went in to get the cards, my mother said she thought we were supposed to be burning somebody at the stake. I told her we quit, we'd gotten too good at it.
She came out, and since there were five of us and most card games only had four players one of us sat by and made fun of the other kids when they made a mistake.. Tommy was the kid with nothing to do at the trime, my mother treated him like my adopted brother, and he had a crush on my Mom. Out the blue he says, "Mrs Jones, lets see how good you can tie me up"
She took the rope and tied Tommy's hands in front, had him sit on the porch, and tied his ankles in front of him, then tied his hands to his ankles. Needless to say he freed himself within about five minutes.
I couldn't let this chance go by, I was only ten years old, but full of myself, I said "Mom, under the rules Tommy gets to tie you up now."
She said, that's fair or words to that effect, and offered her hands in front of her for Tommy to tie, and looked a little concerned when, we almost all said words to the effect of tie them behind her.
We forgot about the card game and we all supervised Tommy in his effortit was the simple, yet effective method of tying her wrists palm to palm and then cinching it. Tommy was about to leave things way too loose, so I stepped in and said no, li
Fri Aug 21 05:27:04 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I said no, like this and tied as tight as we'd been tying each other, Tommy asked her if it was too tight and she said "No, but could we go in the house, because I sunburn easy." We agrred and went into the living room where we sat her on the floor with her back against the aquarium stand.
We tied her wrists to the bottom of it, and roped and tied her shoulders to either side. we tied her ankles in front of her using the same wrap and cinch we had on her hands. She tested our work, and said,"I guess I have to stay tied up like this for an hour, unless I can get out of it, or are the rules different now?"
We agreed to her rules she asked if we were done, and we nodded yes and she tried freeing her self for ten minutes, the other kids went back to playing cards, and I said I'd stay with my Mom just to make sure she didn't knock over the fish tank. When the other kids were gone I asked her when did she ever play tie up, and she said all kids do, and one time she was even tied for a whole night, back to back with her best friend, with their arms behind and around each other. She tried freeing herself again and asked how we got so good at getting out of this one.
I said we didn't get good at getting loose, we got good at tying.
She tried kicking her legs loose but only manage to get her shoes off. When I saw her bare feet something clicked, I remembered her holding me down and tickling me until I was breathless. I asked her if she remembered that. She folded her legs up so her soles were flush to the floor. so I tickled her ribs instead. I stopped when she promised she wouldn't do it anymore.
The rest of the hour passed all too quickly, and this was the first, last, and only time I ever tied my Mom up. There would however be two cousins of mine, some neighbor girls, and even a few grown ladies I tied up before I left my teens.
Fri Aug 21 11:28:31 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I want you all to know what a treat it is reading your stories every day. I even caught Dudlab's _Blues_Brothers_ reference. I also enjoyed Ron's most recent story, and, in the tradition of Gillian's mother, I wonder if he could find out a few more details on the circumstances leading up to his mother's spending the night tied together with her best friend.
Regards,
Greg
gmdraves@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 21 14:36:50 EDT 1998Shorty---sounds like you have lots of questions. This is where my website comes in. It is similar to this one, but it does center more on the issue of struggling with bondage and tieup fantasies. You can write there, and get lots of support from us. We don't have a lot of regular contributors yet, but your input would be very welcome.
I am really enjoying the storie shere. But one thing that puzzles me. When I was a kid, the only gag I could ever think of was the kind they used on TV. I never even thought of stuffing a cloth in someone's mouth, then securing it with a cleave gag. How did so many kids ever think it up?
Did you get the idea form the phrase "Stick a sock in it?" Whenever someone says that to me, I say, "Yes, please do." ;-)
Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tigag@aol.com
Fri Aug 21 21:04:18 1998First off, I'd once again like to say that I'm glad this site is here, and thank everybody who posts. Secondly, I'd like to ask James to finish his story, I'm interested. Guess that's about it.
Dorren
Fri Aug 21 19:08:35 PDT 1998Greg: You’re right! The Nazis-I hate these guys was a line in the Blues Brothers! Actually the reference I had in mind when I wrote it was when Indiana Jones used it in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. But Spielberg had a bit role in the Blues Brothers --he is the clerk in the Cook County Assessors Office- and I guess Indiana Jones using the line was meant to be an in joke. To think that wimpy clerk went on to make Schindeler’s List and Saving Private Ryan (If you have not seen Ryan do so immediately)!And I really do hate net nazis....
I am now seeing one of my pet theories in some posts...that most kids at one time or
another tie up their moms-though most of them do so very ineffectively..
Keith.The sock or other piece of cloth was actually shown a couple of times on TV when I was a kid,,but I think the reason Gillian, I and others adopted it is that cleave or other cloth gags by themselves are pretty ineffective-and kids just naturally figure out a way to make them more effective is to tie them over something already in the mouth. The only way to make a piece of cloth an effective gag by itself is to tie a knot in it than place the knot in the mouth and tie it in place at the back.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sat Aug 22 01:57:27 PDT 1998dudalb: Thanks for your kind comment about my last story. Due to lack of time, I don't think I'm going to be able to post another one before August is up, so you can expect the next installment of my ongoing saga around the first week of September. I usually post my stories at least once a month, anyway. But the cordial reception from you and others on this board have made me consider posting two stories a month, now.
The stories I've been reading concerning adults getting tied up by kids (or vice versa) have been fun and fascinating--especially Gillian's, Dudalb's and more recently Ron's. As I mentioned in an earlier post, although we had some older kids involved (like my cousin Keith and his friend; as well as an interesting incident that occured with a 17 year old girl when I was 14), no adults participated in our bondage games. I often wondered what it would be like if they had been involved; it's hard to imagine how much more weirder things would have been. Reading some of the stories here made me wish we weren't so uptight about hiding the games from the adults. But then, considering the experiences I've had, I don't have any regrets. Everybody here has been doing a wonderful job in posting--as well as encouraging others to post. Keep up the good work, all. And keep posting.
Sat Aug 22 04:17:16 Eastern Daylight Time 1998You mentioned Ron's latest post, as far as I know that was my first, if there is another person posting under that name, than I shall sign myself Ron Jones, or Ron the idiot, or idron.
As far as the circumstances of my Mom and her best friend being tied up, I'm a bit unclear as to why, she never really elaborated, and I'm afraid that went with her to the grave, I think she said the other girls got mad because she and her friend were caught cheating at Monopoly or something. Sorry.
I guess my posts should try to correspond chronologically as well as I can remember. That isn't that easy for a man my age.
It was maybe a few weeks after we tied my mom up, just a week or two before the start of a new school year, I congratulated Tommy on the job he did of stting my mom up, and asked him if he kew anyone else we could do that to. He said it wasn't a set up, he thought she might know something we didn't. He asked if I was thinking about tying her up again and I said no, because she'd get to do us first. Oh he said forget it then. I had my rope collection fairly close at hand, but was willing to forget the matter myself. We decided on a game of curb ball instead, and went to get our baseball gloves and tennis balls. We started our game, and wouldn't stop for anything except to let the occaisional car go by. One girl named Sharon, age about 8 or 9 came, waliking by us, and then back the other way, and said, "You should watch when there are people on the sidewalks, you could hit somebody with that ball." To deliberately foul one off and hit her would have been mean, cruel and completely called for, but I decided not to, this time. I said, "That's Ok, we're just taking a break from our other game, you can play if you want."
She said, "OK, how do we play?"
I said "I have to get the rest of the stuff, It's called tie up."
I expected her to run for it and us have to catch her, but she said, "Ok, tie me up", and stood against a tree, I left Tommy in charg
Sat Aug 22 06:20:36 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I left Tommy in charge, and went back to grab my rope collection. When I came back she and Toomy were playing catch with the tennis ball, When I asked Tommy, "What are you doing?" Sharon answered playing catch. I told Sharon to get back to the tree, that's when she saw the rope and looked around to see if there any way she could get past Tommy or me. She walked over to the tree and put her hands at her sides. I tried tying her hands behind the tree, but it was either too big around, or her arms were too short. Tommy suggested his porch rail, and I agreed. We tied Sharon pretty much as we had my Mom, her hands and shoulders to the en that divided the houses, her legs we tied to the bottom rail. She said it was nice of us to tie her like that, her brother usually bent her legs back and tied her hands to her feet, and tighter besides. In her stuggles, she'd sometimes get her hair, which was long and dark stuck to her face, and asked us to brush it back for her. Tommy's mom came out once, and asked us if we needed drinks, it being a hot day, She either didn't see or didn't care about Sharon being tied to the railing. Tommy's Mom brought us three glasses of iced tea, and he and I took turns holding the glass for Sharon. neither one of us had any clue what to do with a girl at this age once we tied her up, tickling my mom was just a way for me to get even. I was just happy to be able to sit there looking at her, and brushing the hair from her face.
Her hour was almost up, when her brother, who looked to be around 14 came looking for her, he looked at our work, and said nice work kids. We let her go from the rail, only to sdee her brother retie her hands behind her, and walk her home. Tommy and I crossed the street so we could see which house was hers, and Tommy kidded me about having a girlfriend, I told him, "You wish I did."
And for the first time in my life so did I.
Sat Aug 22 16:07:13 GMT Daylight Time 1998Hi Folks!
Nothing much to contribute just now except to say I'm back - and what a lot of good stories have appeared recently!
Keep writing and keep posting! Alas, I've just about run out of stories worth posting so I'll eke out the potential material I have left and not use it all up too quickly.
Gillian B
Sun Aug 23 00:58:26 EDT 1998hi folks. this is only my second time posting. i have been into bondage since i was a kid and tied up the neighborhood girls.i used to fantasize about the girls my age from t.v. getting tied and gagged. i always wanted to write a bondage episode on the sitcom's like brady girls tied by their brothers or stephanie and d.j. getting captured by their uncles and kept tied for a day. anyone else ever dream of this kind of thing?
reggie
Sun Aug 23 01:11:38 EDT 1998ron, great story. did you ever find out what happened to the girl once her older brother led her away with her hands tied. can you elaborate?
reggie
Sun Aug 23 05:23:49 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Now that story I can add to, even if I only have second hand information. I didn't see her for three days after tying her up, and it wasn't for lack of walking past her house, either. I asked her if she got into any trouble for being tied up.
She said no, and asked me if I wanted to tie her up again, I said yes and then she st off running and yell you have to catch me first. Sharon was easy enough for me to catch, but the rope collection was at my house and it was just me to hold on to her. The word to best describe Sharon at that time was cuddly, she wasn't exactly fat, but definitely wasn't thin. I finaly got an arm behind her back, and just threatening to twist it had the desired effect. She asked me where I taking her to, and I told her my house because its where all my rope is. She said "Some of its at my house, the ones my brother tied my hands with is still there." I asked her if anybody was home, she said "My mother, just tell her you want your rope back." I smelled a trap, and said, I still had enough at my house. We went about ten more feet closer to the house, when she made the sudden announcement the had to go to the bathroom. I didn't believe her for a minute, so I told her to leave her shoes with me before I let her go. She said she really didn't have to, and I walked her up to my houseOne hand firmly holding her hand hand behind her back, the other one gently on her shoulder. I asked her what her brother did to her when he got her home. She said her put her on her belly on the living room floor and tied her feet to her hands behind her and left her like that until their mom told him, that's enough, its time for dinner.
I told about my mom telling me she spent a night tied to her best friend, and she said she'd fallen asleep tied up, from having nothing to do. I asked her how long her brother usually left her tied up, she said as long as he can, but that she was tied up for four hours the time she fell asleep. I said my mother would never le
Sun Aug 23 07:26:25 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I told her, "My mom would never let me tie you up that long, her rules are an hour." Sharon said she liked my Mom's rules better. I got her into the house and introduced my mother and Sharon, I asked my mom what her rules were if you tied some up for an hour and they still couldn't get loose. She said the last person who couldn't get loose became the first person tied up the next time, but said she couldn't play because she had house work to do. I told her no,I was going to tie Sharon up. My mom told Sharon if she had to go to the bathroom to do it now, and while Sharon was up in the bathroom my mom told me the place I was not to tie ropes to Sharon. These are exactly the places you want to use ropes for your adult games, but they make sense to be off limits to 9 and 10 year olds. My mom told us we could use the basement and that she would come down sometimes to make sure I was playing nice. I found the folding bed we had stored down there, and opened it up. I tied Sharon's hands palm to palm, and then her ankles togetheras she sat on the edge of the bed. She asked me if was going to tie her sitting up like that or lying down. I told her it was up to her, I'd even try tying her feet to hands if she wanted me to. She asked me not to, it made her legs hurt if she was tied up too long. She lay down across the bed so I could tie her shoulders down to one side and her feet down to the other. As I tied her feet I took her shoes off for her, we had a rule in the house no shoes in bed. As I undid Sharon's shoes she really started trying to free herself and asked me what I was doing back there. I told her about the no shoes in bed rule and she said if she'd have known she'd have taken them off before we started, I said it was okand asked her if she was comfy, she said all she need were here jammies and her dolls. I got a sheet and started tucking her into bed, and she started giggling. I asked her what was so funny, and she said, it tickles.I finished tucking her i
Sun Aug 23 08:16:05 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I finished tucking her in, tickling her whenever I could. When I finished she said she could fall asleep like that, and I said I wouldn't let her, I'd keep tickling her, she let her head loll, and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep. I tickled her fer feet until she 'awoke' with a squeal. My mom did come down a few timesand one time to tell us the hour was up. Sharon told my mom, "Please Mrs. Jones, I'm almost free, he's tickling me loose." I tickled Sharon then just for effect, my mom said, OK fifteen more minutes, then untied or not, he'll have to untie you.
The fasted fifteen minutes of life went by, and I untied Sharon, and walked her home. O n her porch steps I reminded her, that under the rules she'd be the first one tied up if we ever played again.
"Oh, we will," she said matter of factly.
Sun Aug 23 23:26:02 Est (Heure d'été) 1998Cowboys and Indians
My friend Brian discovered your wild site and thought you would enjoy my "babysitting ordeal". When I was 15 I had a continuing babysitting, well actually child care job, watching 10 and 8 year old brothers. It generally was a pretty easy job. Their mother worked at a health food store in the afternoon while I took care of her sons from 1 till 5. The boys Alex and Ted were quite rambunctious but normally manageable. I was 5-4 and about 100 pounds at that age, definetly not big! But I was after all an adult and able to handel any situation. I thought !
One afternoon Mary, Alex and Ted’s mother, asked if I wouldn`t mind sitting for two cousins ages 11 and 12 as well. Keith the 12 year old was actually taller than me and big. I think that Mary was worried more about her home being destroyed by this crew of junior barbarians than me caring for the little monsters. I was upstairs doing dishes for the family when I heard a terrible commotion and yelling. The boys were in the backyard making a terrible racket. When I looked out of the window I saw the youngest boy Ted being chased and lasooed with the painters ropes. I ran down stairs and outside in an attempt to stop what I thought might be dangerous. Actually I didn’t want to go out on to the lawn as it was fairly muddy and wet. I had been at a recital earlier in the day and didn’t want to muddy my skirt, new white blouse and low heels. Talking and pleading to let, the now terrified, Ted loose got no response. I would have to resort to physical intervention ! I raced over to Ted and tried to undue the ropes as the other 3 boys tried to keep him tied. They were yelling and hooping, jumping around playing their cowboy and indian game. I suddenly felt the lasoo over my head and shoulders pulled tight pining my arms to my sides at the elbow. As I stuggled to undue the cord the young savages began to circle wraping the ropes around and around me from my chest to my knees. I Tried to fre
Stephanie Love :-)
Sun Aug 23 23:28:31 Est (Heure d'été) 1998I Tried to free myself pleading with them to untie me. But the more I begged and demnded they stop the more rope was wraped around me. The boys were now laughing hysterically at my plight.
Even Ted my favorite had managed to free himself and join the others pulling the ropes in every direction. As I tried to move, or hop rather, to the house the 4 would yank me back further into the yard. I was finally manuvered up against a tree and with the remainder of
the rope and lashed to the trunk ! By this time I was furious and crying at the same time. Finally Alex seemed to come to his senses and start to undue my binding. As Ted tried to undue the ropes Keith kept pulling them tighter. I finally managed to free myself but as I began to chase them back to the house my legs tangled in the rope and I fell face first on
to the wet and muddy lawn. I walked sobing back into the house, skirt, pantyhose, and blouse covered with grass stains and my pumps caked in mud. When Mary got home the boys were calmly watching television."Stephanie my dear what happened, your clothes, did you hurt
yourself ?""No Mrs M....... the boys and I were just playing cowboys and indians !!!"
Stephanie Love :-)
Sun Aug 23 21:55:22 PDT 1998COMING ATTRACTION
This is dudalb. I've got a story I just posted to Canuck's College page (with his permission to go off topic.)It's about the time my wife was burned at the stake as a witch at a renassaince fair. I was one of the judges who condemned her. Don't worry, she was safe and it was a fun bit of stage magic. I think if you my stuff here you will enjoy this one. DUDALB
dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Mon Aug 24 20:04:16 UTC+1000 1998Once, when I was quite young, some friends of mine came over. We were having a great time playing
an interesting game while the adults were upstairs. I had raided a cupboard and grabbed every sleeping bag I could find, and we took turns
rolling sombody up in a thick blanket, zipping then into about 4 heavy sleeping bags and then seeing if they could move enough to get to the other side of the room.
It was great fun but I remember regretting we couldn't zip up the bags some way that made escape impossible (we could easily get out). Has anyone else ever had any experince of being tied up using sleeping bags? Also, has anybody ever heard of a snowsuit (basiacally a thick pair of insulated coveralls) being used to restrain sombody? (Sorry if I keep on asking that, but I guess I just like snowsuits :)Pete
Thu Jul 30 11:00:21 Eastern Daylight Time 1998This page is great. When I was young I liked the idea of tying up girl. But there were none in my neighborhood, so of course what you can't have you want more. It turned almost into an obsession with me. I always thought I was some kind of freak or something. Now I see that it is common to have this urge. Thanks alot.
Thu Jul 30 11:06:42 Eastern Daylight Time 1998This is such a relief.
When I was young, my mom found out that I liked this sort of thing. She said it was strange, and practically evil. She gave me no sympathy, and did not let me know that other kids liked this.
I felt isolated and weird. I cannot thank you enough.
I wrote earlier and said that I had no girls in my neighborhood. So my friend, David, and I tied each other up, so if a girl ever moved in we'd know what to do. That did not happen. I am still a teenager, so there's still hope. Thanks again.Gloucester
moody@inet.net
Sat Aug 29 00:28:07 1998Hi, I really like this page, it reminds me of some memories when I was a younger that I wish I could relive.
Babysitter kidnapp
I remember one of the best bondage/tie up games I ever played. It was with my babysitter. I think it was around 1992 and I was about 9(?). lets just call her anne. she was about 17, she was pretty, I cant really remember features too good though :P oh well, cutting to the chase...:)
I remember I had been bothering her all night for the last hour to play a game with me, she was trying to watch the end of a movie. Around about when there was 30 mins left it in, she said "alright, but it has to be the only game we play for tonight, aright" I was so bored I agreed, and good thing I did :) she said to wait in my parents room while she got something out of her car she brung. She seemed to laugh a little, I'm not sure if it was because she was going to get me out of her hair or what, but does it matter :) I sat in my parents room and waited.....
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Sat Aug 29 00:35:37 1998Babysitter Kidnap pt. 2
I saw her lights in the car go on. I really dident pay attation to her, and the blinds were down. I waited about 5-10 minutes. Suddenly, the door opened. I was sitting on the bed and I still dident know what she was up to. She said I would have to sit on a chair for the game, so I sat on my parents wooden one that was against the bed. she turned it around and suddenly she pulled my hands behind my back and tied it with white nylon rope (the most comfy rope I may add :) ). I put up a minimal struggle, but stopped. I always liked being tied up in the games I used to play with my girl neighbors, sometimes I would demand we would play a game with tying up in it :). anyways, she put a knot around my bonds on the wrists. they were extremely tight, but circulation flowed (Nylon rope can be tied tight and still allow circulation :) ). she then tied my torso 2 times. I told her to tied it more so I couldent move my arms. she giggled and said "I dident think you would enjoy this ___, I was just doing this to get you out of my hair!". I felt a little embarassed, but she tied more around my torso and very tight I may add :).
She went to my ankles and ties those in a criss-cross manner, then tied the rope to the chairlegs. She did some other things with the rope under the chair then brought the rope from the feet up to my wrists and tied it around then about 2 times and made a knot. suddenly, a silk cloth was put in my mouth. I guess I had my mouth fairly open at the time. she then blindfolded me. after checking I was tied nice and tight she said "there, that should hold you ___" she laughed a little more and tied a little more rope around my lap with the excess, so I was completely bond to the chair. she then dragged me into my parents closet, shut the door, shut the lights off,and left the room laughing a bit and tauting me that she would make lots of money off my ransom.
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Sat Aug 29 00:46:42 1998Oh yes, she also tied another silk scarfe around my mouth when gagging, sorry I forgot :) I couldent even open my mouth...
Babysitter Kidnapp pt. 3
I struggled a bit, I realised that the knots could be untied but I dident untie myself. I enjoyed being helpless like then, and I felt like I was being kidnapped, and her giggle was just so cute I guess :). I was in there for about 20 minets when I saw the light go back on. she said "So, still all tied up, huh?". I thought she was going to untie me, but instead tied more rope around my knees I guess she had been saving if I was to escape to tie my hands with. she dragged my chair back out and laughed at me while I struggled and mmphhed alot. I think she realised too that I could reach those knots because she mentioned it if I wanted to get out, but I ignored the option and kept struggling. I think she was getting a kick out of it so she watched about 10 minets, tauting me with things like "Guess you wont bother me about games, huh" and "face it, your my prisoner". sometimes she would grin and kiss me on the cheek or pinch my butt a little which I liked :) . About 50 minets being tied to the chair she released me, but dident untie my hands. she led me into the living room, still gagged and blindfolded, I was put on the floor and tied again, this time many torso ties and my knees and ankles. a sort of a hogtie was done with a long peice of rope from my wrists to ankles putting them up a bit. She then placed me on the couch and she got on a chair. She undid my blindfold and I was forced to watch her programs at a high volume. at this point, I felt completely helpless, and this girl had complete control over me. I loved every second of it :) I would struggle just to hear those giggles and laughs. (cont.)
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Sat Aug 29 00:56:32 1998A correction on the last post, I was tied 35 minets in all to the chair :)
babysitter kidnapp pt. 3
after about a half hour of struggling she did my blindfold again just to see me have no sight. she giggled again and checked the bonds, satisfied I guess she went into the bathroom.
she got out and when she was about to sit down the phone rang. She talked about for 10 minets, I dident really pay attation, struggling and mmphing making her happy :) she hung up the phone and told me it was my parents, they werent going to be home till tommrow because they were too tired to drive home and told me she was going to take care of me for the rest of the night for extra pay. I smiled under the gag but she couldent tell. she said "now your mine for the night buddy" and giggled. she turned off the tv, she brang me back into the bedroom and tied me to the chair. exzactly the same, but this time with more tighter bonds. she turned off the light and shut and locked the door. I was tied for about 25 minets when she came back in. she unblinded folded me and turned on the light. she checked all the bonds and laughed when she saw nothing was loosed. I think she found out I was enjoying this and gave a little blow in the ear to make me feel very dominated :). she untied me from the chair and led me down to my room, hands still tied. she pushed me onto my bed and tied me like she did in the living room, except without a hogtie. it was looser this time, but still bound me together. she kissed me on the forehead goodnight and reblindfolded me. se shut the door and turned off the lights. I had good circulation and I could brethe, so I closed my eyes. it was about 1:00am when I last seen the clock, so I figured she would leave me tied up still (and she did) so I drifted off the sleep. I awoke the next moring around 10:00. she wasent awake yet. I felt very comfortable during my sleep, and none of my bodyparts fell asleep. I still do this today sometimes when my parents dont check on me before I go to bed
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Sun Aug 30 08:02:08 EDT 1998Methinks that last poster has quite an imagination! I wish I had been in his shoes, if it was real. But I think the story was embellished some.
Keith
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Oh to be nine years old again with an understanding babysitter . . .Shorty
Sun Aug 30 21:48:46 UTC+0100 1998Handcuffs for Two (Part 1 of 5)
Dudalb's story about Aunt Judith triggered my recollection of this incident. I'm not sure why, because there really aren't that many points of similarity.
The story dates from 1968 or 69. It's after Gillian and her family had moved away, but probably not long after. I don't remember anything to pin the date down more accurately.
I need to start with a technical note on handcuffs. The finest toy handcuffs you could get at the time were (I think) made by Lone Star. They consisted of a pair of D shaped cuffs made in diecast zinc alloy joined with a short steel chain. Because of the construction, the cuffs were not adjustable; the straight part of the D was a hinged bar which snapped into place. The cuffs could be unlocked with a key or by pressing a button on the end of the bar. I think it was handcuffs of this type that appeared in Gillian's story 'Peter and Paul', where the boys had disabled the buttons with glue. My friend Kevin and I had a more sophisticated approach to the problem. There was an oiling hole close to the button on each cuff and we discovered that it could be drilled out and a small self-tapping screw inserted, neatly jamming the button.
Because of the lack of adjustment, the weakness of these cuffs was their inability to hold anyone with small hands, who could simply wriggle out of them.
Now, on with the story. My friend Kevin was about the same age as me and in the same class at grammar school. He lived about a mile away from my house, so we often spent time together. We were both 12 at that time and Kevin's sister, Anne (all bogus names of course) was 14. She quite often joined in our cops and robbers games. Our problem was that she had quite small hands (smaller than mine) and was effectively un-cuffable.
Jon(McA)
Sun Aug 30 21:50:15 UTC+0100 1998Handcuffs for Two (Part 2 of 5)
Kevin and I engaged in some serious thought and research and realised that to pull free from the cuffs, the arms had to bend. A little rope round the victim's arms and body, and no escape!
At the next opportunity, we inveigled Anne into a game where she would end up in handcuffs. We were playing in the garage of Kevin's house and I think we cast Anne as a hostage of some kind. She knew that she could get free from the handcuffs and allowed herself to be cuffed with her hands behind her back. Having cuffed her, we produced some rope. (Our local hardware shop sold cotton sash cord in handy pre-cut lengths for use as skipping ropes; we also had other uses.) Anne still felt she could escape at will and offered no resistance to being bound. We tied two lengths of rope quite tightly round her arms and body; one at waist level, pinning her forearms to her back and the other just above her elbows, stopping her arms from bending.
It was at this point that Anne realised she was trapped and started to look worried. We had her at our mercy and decided that a gag would be a good move in case she protested too loudly. A handkerchief in her mouth with another used as a cleave gag silenced her quite effectively.
Jon(McA)
Sun Aug 30 21:51:01 UTC+0100 1998Handcuffs for Two (Part 3 of 5)
We finished off by tying Anne's ankles and knees with more rope. We were very pleased with the results and enjoyed watching her struggle while we enjoyed a snack that Kevin had brought from the kitchen. The rules of our games were that the handcuff key had to be somewhere the victim might reasonably be able to get it; I think we left it on a table, which would actually be almost impossible for her to get to with her legs tied. After about half an hour, Anne was still helpless and Kevin was so pleased that he wanted to show his mother how effectively we had tied her. We helped her get to her feet and steered her hopping (still with bound legs) into the kitchen. We helped her sit down on a chair and Kevin fetched his mother.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but Kevin and Anne's mother wasn't at all upset at what we had been doing. She chided Anne, saying that half an hour was more than enough time to escape from that situation. She added that she was sure she could escape. We offered to let her try and (joy!) she agreed.
We fetched more rope and a second pair of cuffs (one pair was Kevin's and the other was mine). We cuffed Kevin's Mum and roped her arms in the same way that we had tied Anne. We didn't bother tying her legs and the gag we used (a teatowel) was more symbolic than practical. The handcuff key was placed on one of the kitchen worktops. Kevin announced that his Mum had half an hour to get free and that if she did so she and Anne could cuff us and tie us up. Meanwhile, I was beginning to get the feeling that Kevin's Mum was well ahead of us and knew exactly what she was doing.
Jon(McA)
Sun Aug 30 21:52:03 UTC+0100 1998Handcuffs for Two (Part 4 of 5)
Kevin's Mum set to work with blinding speed. She could talk quite well through the gag and told Anne to turn her back towards her. With her own back towards Anne, she reached behind her, grabbed Anne's cuffs and simply pulled them off Anne's wrists (which Anne couldn't do herself). She then told Anne to work her hands round to the front and untie the ropes round her arms and body. Once Anne's arms were free, she was able to un-gag herself and her Mum, then use the handcuff key to free her Mum's hands. They were then both able to finish untying themselves. I don't think the whole process took more than about three minutes.
Kevin's Mum told us to come back in five minutes so she and Anne could decide what to do with us. We spent the time hurriedly agreeing on a set of signals we could use to help us free each other.
When we returned to the kitchen, Kevin's Mum and sister were ready for us. They had reorganised the equipment into two neat piles. I was delighted to notice that each pair of handcuffs now had a length of string attached to its chain. Kevin and I had tried that as a means of making the cuffs more secure, but found that it merely anchored the cuffs, making it easier to pull the hands out (or so I thought).
The binding followed the same pattern as we had used on Anne. Firstly our wrists were cuffed behind our backs, then ropes were tied round our arms and bodies at waist level and above the elbows. Next our legs were bound at ankles and knees.
Lastly, the string attached to the cuffs were used. The string was taken upwards, between the ropes round our arms at waist level and our bodies and then tied off to the ropes round our arms and bodies at chest level. The cuffs were being held up, so that they couldn't readily be pulled down over the hands. Simple and effective, and a technique we hadn't thought of at all.
Jon(McA)
Sun Aug 30 21:52:48 UTC+0100 1998Handcuffs for Two (Part 5 of 5)
To finish off, Anne gagged each of us with two handkerchiefs in the same way that we had gagged her. (The only difference was that she wet the ends of the handkerchiefs used as cleave gags before knotting them.) Anne helped us to sit on two kitchen chairs so we wouldn't topple over.
Kevin and Anne's Mum held up the handcuff key for us to see and put it down on a kitchen worktop, then told us that she didn't want us to be pressed for time so we had a whole hour to escape. She set the kitchen timer for an hour, then she and Anne settled down to watch the fun.
The string on the cuffs worked as had apparently been planned; neither Kevin nor I could pull the other's cuffs off. We tried working on the knots securing each others' ropes, but to no avail. I remember examining the knots carefully; they weren't reef knots (what we call square knots) or anything else I recognised and I couldn't work out how to budge them at all. We tried pulling each others' gags down, but they were too tightly tied and with the knots wet, we couldn't untie them either.
After about fifteen minutes we were exhausted and had made no progress whatever. We had one or two more token attempts at struggling, but basically just waited out the rest of the time. Anne got bored after a while, but her Mum sat and kept an eye on us while she read the paper.
At the end of the hour, Anne heard the kitchen timer ringing and came back. She and her Mum untied us (with some difficulty, using a teaspoon handle to work the knots undone) and unlocked our handcuffs.
I don't think I have ever been quite so comprehensively or quickly outmanoeuvred as on that occasion.
Jon(McA)