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Tying
Up Cathy
(by Ron)
Summer Camp Pranks (by Roped) Self-Tie with Snowsuit (by Pete) Night Tie (by Doug) Visit from Ireland (by JJackSprat) Well Tied (by Andrei Johnson) Neighbours Watch (by JF) Tied Up by Cousins (by Mason) Tied and Tickled (by Cyclone) Soaking Private Gina (by Dudalb) Nicky Gets Hers (by Mason) Ski Bound (by PB) |
Escape
Games
(by Gagless)
Aunt (by Markus) Kinky Neighbour (by Marshall) A Game of Soldiers (by Gillian) Sleeping Bag (by Carl) Dragons and Castles (by Walker) First Tie (by Gwgboy) The Ambush (by Tieher) A Good Old Fashion English Hanging (by Gillian) Nicky's Retribution (by Mason) Gina's Revenge (by Dudalb) |
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Mon Aug 31 01:58:01 GMT Daylight Time 1998Calling all the excellent storytellers who contribute to this site: My page needs tales involving the Art of Escape.
Gillian, you've described some real magic acts, do you have any imaginary challenges to relate?
Apologies for the interruption, back to the stories...
Mick Stupp
http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766/
mickstupp@hotmail.com
Wed Sep 02 00:58:14 1998Hey, where are you guys? What happened? No stories? Let's get on with it.
Ticked Off
Wed Sep 02 05:14:19 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Indeed Sharon and I would play again, many times.
I became herm brother, Rick's, evil henchman more than one time over the years,but I'm going to try to handle these tie up stories in order of time as I remember them.5th Grade was nearing the end of the first quarter and I knew I was doing much better in my new school than my old one, but I didn't know how much better until I got my report card. For the first time in my life I carried staight a's. We'd actually been in the neighborhood a year, but the school wasn't built until that year. There was an argument going on between my cousin Cathy, two years older than me and only one grade ahead, and myself on who was smarter. We agrred that the whoever had the bett report card got to sit the loser in a corner with a dunce cap on their head, My mother got involved in this saying whoever lost should be tied to the chair with a dunce cap. She knew I had a habit of just witing anything down on a homework assignment and handing it in. I knew Cathy wasn't all that smart. I could always take the time to fill out the homework right. I suspected my mother never forgot the fishtank incident, and suggested that as a way to get me back, but she only managed to get my cousin tied to a chair for an hourThere was nothing spectacular I rember about how I tied her to the chair, just tht it was a straightbacked wooden one, and I used the same method of loops and cinches I practiced with my friends. I do remember I let her try to get loose, and she couldn't so she just kind of sat thereWe were under adult spervision, so tie her up and let her sit there was I could do. Cathy's older sister Denise came in at one point and said "Neat, who tied her all up?"
I said I did, Denise asked if Cathy could get loose, everyone in the room said no, Denise said, "You'll have to show me how you did that, some time.
I told her "just tell me when."
Thu Sep 3 20:25:07 EDT 1998Reading the comments from Aunt Bondage brought back many memories about my Aunt, and the times she would tie me up in her living room, for hours.I can't wait to read about the time mom came over.
here's my one and only tie up story from when i was 15 but it's a good one! when i was 15 i attended a camp over the summer.every year there was alot of pranks,usually i pulled them,not this time!one of the counsolers was a 20 yr. old college girl named kim,needless to say i had a crush on this pretty,older girl and of course the 4 15 year old girls in her cabin!well one night i was running around with the guys pulling pranks when i heard laughing from the girls cabin,so i went over and peeked in the half open door.big mistake! i accidently pushed the door and they saw me,of course kim yells get him! so not even trying i let them drag me in not knowing what was next. kim then decided i was the cabin's prisoner of war and that i should be kept out of trouble."how" the girls asked as they held me at bay,"we'll tie him up" she said as they cheered her idea on,no way i yelled but was quickly silenced by one of the girls hands.from there the girls forced me into a chair and kim tied my hands and feet tightly.i of course liked it a little but soon i realized i couldn't escape.after a few minutes i was completely bound to the chair and now i was upset cause i was not gonna be able to get out!"i can't hold his mouth forever" the girl( call her jane) said as they admired there work.kim had just the thing for me,she pried open my mouth and forced in a bandana the tied another around my mouth,"there" ahe said,"let's go roast some marshmellows girls" she said and they left me! finally an hour later she came back and freed me,and when the guys asked where i had been of course i lied and said i went for a walk!roped
Fri Sep 4 22:47:58 UTC+1000 1998Hello again,
Once, after the rest of my family had gone to sleep, and I was getting ready to go to bed, I was looking in my cupboard for somthing when I chanced to see the box containing my snowsuit. I don't know why, but an idea for an excellent way to tie somebody up using it popped into my head. Since I had nothing else to do, I decide to try it on myself!
I grabbed the snowsuit (a pair of heavy insulated coveralls), an old sports jacket, and some belts. The idea I had was based on the fact that, a while ago I had found out that you could breathe through the hood on my snowsuit (it was only thin fabric.) There was also a band of very thick padded cloth where the hood met the collar of the suit. The reason for all this shall become apparent.Pete
Fri Sep 4 22:57:02 UTC+1000 1998I clambered into the suit, and zipped it up backwards (ie the zip at the back and the hood at the front, instead of the other way around). This meant I could pull the hood up over my face. I figured that if I lined the strip of havy fabric over my mouth and pulled the drawstrings on the hood tight, theh whole thing would tighten up and form a combination gag and blindfold!
After putting on the suit, I used the belts to tie my legs together. This was mainly just for effect. I then pulled on the sports jacket, and oped out it's hood. This went on over my head in the usual way, and I tightened it up and tied off the drawstrings. So far, so good. I then pulled the snowsuit hood over my head, made sure the thick part was over my mouth, and pulled on the drawstrings as tight as I could.
The hood tightend up most satisfactorily. I could still breathe through the hood, but my mouth was covered by the tightend hood.
Fri Sep 4 23:03:13 UTC+1000 1998There was also no way I could see through the fabric of the hood. Satisfied, I tied off the drawstrings and tried to get lose.
The hoods were inescapable. My whole head was covered in one hood or another, so shaking it off was impossible. I tried to talk, and all I got was a muffled mumble. I decide to finish up and go to bed, so I reached up to untie the drawstrings.
It was here that I ran into a problem. During my 'test run' struggle, the knot had tightened up a lot. I couldn't untie it. No matted waht I tried, the knot wouldn't come undone! I tried to pull my head out of the hoods but it remained firmly stuck.
I was in trouble. I couldn't call for help; a) because of the hood-gag, and b) because I didn't relish the thought of explaining how I got myself into the suit to sombody else. I tried to find a pair of scissors to cut the drawstring with, but the hood-blindfold was too effective.Pete
Fri Sep 4 23:10:49 UTC+1000 1998I was stuck. The only option I had was to wait until morning, encased in a snowsuit (which was really starting to warm up!) that I couldn't escape from!
I eventually got out by unzipping the jacket, wriggling out of it as much as I could, then unzipping the snowsuit enough to get my head out. I could then see well enough to undo the knot and secure my escape.
I hope you have enjoyed this story. I might write again sometime and tell of some of my other exploits...Pete
Mon Sep 07 04:37:22 PDT 1998(1 of 7)
In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks with my cousins at my Aunt Jean's house. My cousins--Donna (12)and Shirley (10)--began playing a series of bondage games several years earlier. They recruited the neighboring kids Becca (13)and her brother Jimmy (11), while I was "roped" into their games for the first time during the previous summer. Becca had become such a master at these games that, for the longest time, she was the "captor". At least until my younger cousin George (6) and I decided to "kidnap" her from the pool-side of her home and tie her up at my Aunt Jean's house on the Monday of my second week (see my previous post, dated August 15).
After keeping her tied up for the customary half hour (actually, it was slightly longer than that), I untied Becca and she remained with us at my Aunt Jean's to go swimming in the pool (she was already clad in her bathing suit, anyway). Throughout the day, Donna, Shirley and Karen (12), another friend who participated in the games, would good-naturedly taunt Becca with the fact that she never escaped from my bonds, which technically meant that she was still my captive. She merely shrugged this off as if it was no big deal. But as far as I was concerned, my little game with Becca was finished the moment I untied her--besides, both Aunt Jean and my oldest cousin Keith (15) had returned home, so there was no way we could play another bondage game that day (or so I thought). In any event, Becca already swore vengeance on me, which was something I was really looking forward to, since I enjoyed being tied up even more as I did being the captor. And Becca--like Donna and Shirley--had showed a real flair for bondage in the past.
Mon Sep 07 04:46:12 PDT 1998(2 of 7)
Becca wound up spending the night with us at Aunt Jean's. She went home briefly to get some clothes--but then promptly jumped back into the pool upon her return. Like the rest of us, Becca remained in her bathing suit for the better part of the day, until it became too dark to go swimming anymore. Unfortunately, Karen's mother not only denied her permission to stay over, she ordered her only daughter to return home for dinner over the phone. Broken-hearted, Karen left us with the promise that she'll return first thing in the morning. The evening went by pretty quietly. My Uncle Steve came home from work and ate dinner with us. Then we settled into the normal routine of watching TV until it grew so late that the adults ordered us to bed.
I changed into my pajamas in the bathroom. My "pajamas" were basically a pair of dark blue cotton shorts. Since my Aunt Jean's house had no air-conditioning, this became a more practical outfit to wear to bed. I wore no shirt. I shared a bedroom with George, who normally shared it with Keith. Keith slept on the fold-out sofa bed in the living room whenever I stayed over. At times, I felt a little guilty about this arrangement, since I was putting Keith out of his own bed, after all--but if Keith ever begrudged me, he never said anything about it. Becca slept in one of the beds in Donna and Shirley's bedroom, while the sisters shared the other.
The house quieted down for the night. It must have been around twelve when I heard my Aunt and Uncle retreat into their bedroom. I laid on my bed, reading some comics while George was already drifting off to sleep in his own bed.
And that was when the weirdness began.Doug
Mon Sep 07 04:52:06 PDT 1998(3 of 7)
When the door to our bedroom swung open, I thought it might have been Aunt Jean, with a reminder for me. Instead it turned out to be Donna, Shirley and Becca. All of the girls were dressed for bed. Shirley and Donna wore their traditional summer nightgowns, while Becca was clad only in an over-sized powder blue shirt which came down to her mid-thigh.
I sat up and was about to ask what was going on when I noticed that Becca was gagged with tape. When Donna gently made her sit down on my bed, I further saw that Becca's hands were double-bound together at the wrists behind her back. Becca stared wide-eyed at me while Shirley shut the door. Donna pulled a strip of tape off from the roll and knelt on the mattress between me and Becca.
Just when I thought Donna was going to reinforce Becca's gag, she instead stuck the strip of tape over my mouth. "Roll over on your stomach," Donna ordered briskly.
When I did what she said, Donna then quickly tied my wrists together behind my back with some rope. After wrapping another strand of rope vertically over the original bond on my wrists, Donna made Becca and me stand up. I was amazed to see George was still sound asleep. He had slept peacefully through my abduction.
Shirley stood guard at the door, and when she gave the all clear signal, we were herded out of the bedroom. Shirley ran ahead of us to make sure the coast was clear. We were all barefoot, so we didn't make a sound as we walked. The house was dark, with the exception of a night light in the kitchen. As I was led past the living room, I could faintly see Keith sprawled out on the fold-out bed. The girls acted as if they didn't care whether he saw us or not.Doug
Mon Sep 07 04:59:38 PDT 1998(4 of 7)
We were led downstairs to the basement rec room, which already had the lights turned on in advance for its two new captives. Once there, I saw that the girls had even laid out pre-cut lengths of rope on the floor. I was made to kneel on the floor against the sofa by Donna, while Shirley made Becca sit on the sofa itself.
Donna took another length of rope and wrapped it around my midriff, securing my arms at the elbows to my sides. Then, while I was still in a kneeling position, she bound my ankles together, double-binding them with two separate knots like she did with my wrists.
I glanced over to see Becca getting bound exactly how I was--the only difference was she sat on the sofa. Becca let out a growl under her gag when Shirley reached down to tickle her bound feet. Donna came over and rechecked Becca's bonds while Shirley rechecked mine. When we were deemed to be securely bound, Donna turned to Becca and smugly said, "I hope this suits you, my dear."
Becca merely regarded her with a snobbish look--which I thought was amazing. Only Becca could still be defiant even when she was a bound and gagged captive. I had the feeling that had she not been gagged, Becca would have given a tart reply to Donna's taunt.
There were a few more gentle jibes from my cousins, then they left us alone. Before they left, Shirley went to shut off the lights, but Donna made her keep them on. "Shut the door," she told her sister. "Nobody'll see the lights from upstairs that way."Doug
Mon Sep 07 05:05:32 PDT 1998(5 of 7)
"See you guys in the morning," Shirley whispered to us. Then she silently closed the door.
Becca wasted no time. As soon as we were alone, she started wiggling her body forward until she sat on the very edge of the sofa. Then, she carefully twisted sideways and bent her bound legs underneath her as she slowly slid down to a kneeling position on the floor. This was actually easier said than done, yet Becca did it. She now knelt right beside me in front of the sofa. Her back was facing mine.
I leaned backwards with my bound hands reaching out for Becca's. Yet as hard as my hands groped, I couldn't find the knot binding Becca's wrists--heck, I couldn't even find Becca! I kept groping around until my fingers touched her toes, which wiggled. When I heard a muffled giggle, I craned my head over my should saw Becca's own shoulders shaking in laughter. Apparently, she had also leaned back in an effort to find my bonds, but went to her left while I also leaned slightly to my left--thus we both just missed each other.
I felt the firm grip of her fingers tightly grasp my hands, then she slid her hands up until she found the knot which bound my wrists and immediately began tugging. I was content to simply kneel there while Becca worked on my knot, which she managed to pull loose after about a minute of muffled grunting. The problem was, Donna double-bound both our wrists and ankles, so once Becca untangled the first knot, she had to grope for the second one before my wrists could be free. While she searched, Becca kept craning her head over her left shoulder, then over her right shoulder. She kept looking back and forth like this, causing her pony tail to gently slap me against the nape of my neck.Doug
Mon Sep 07 05:11:50 PDT 1998(6 of 7)
Becca found the second knot and quickly undid it. I felt the ropes binding my wrists slacken, then fall away as I pulled my hands apart. I freed myself of the rope which was tied around my midriff by raising my arms above my head. Once it slid up past my elbows it grew slack enough for me to grab it and pull it off.
Becca watched me intently while I removed my tape gag. Leaving my feet tied, I swung around and started untying her hands. I stopped when she emitted a muffled "uh-oh" from under her gag. She knelt with her head craned over her shoulder, staring wide-eyed at something which was behind me.
When I looked, I saw Donna and Shirley standing by the door with broad grins on their faces. "We came down to untie you guys," Shirley said, "but it looks like you're doing just fine by yourselves." She made a rolling gesture at me with her hand. "Go on, Doug. Don't let us stop you."
"Why? So you can tie us up again?" I asked.
"No," Donna said, as she shook her head solemnly. "We've had all the fun we could get tonight. Besides, it's getting late. It's after one, now."
I freed Becca's hands, then helped her pull off the rope which was wrapped around her midriff. She removed her gag while I finally untied my ankles.
"I guess me and Shirley are in big trouble, now," Donna said--not without a little titillation in her voice.
"Yep!" Becca happily confirmed, as she undid the ropes binding her ankles. "You, Shirley and Doug are in really big trouble."
"Me?!" I said with mock indignation. "What did I do?"Doug
Mon Sep 07 05:17:24 PDT 1998(7 of 7)
"I still haven't gotten revenge on you," Becca reminded me, as she helped us collect the rope from the floor. "I mean, if you hadn't have kidnapped me from my own back yard in the first place, I probably never would have been over here today. And then I wouldn't have been kidnapped by your crazy cousins. So, I don't know where, or when, but all three of you are gonna get it."
I thought these were pretty brave words, considering Becca was going to be sleeping in the same room all night with two of her future captives. But then, Becca knew--as we all did--that once a game was officially over, it was over. At least until the next one. And, of course, Becca made good on her threat that very same week, but that's another tale for another time. Thanks for reading.
Mon Sep 07 13:59:00 1998Hi all,
Sorry to drift off topic but I was cruisin' the net and found a funny, satirical web site. Give "www.theonion.com" a try.
For those who noticed I posted this note on Royler's site also as it's my impression that everyone who reads and contributes to Canuck's and his site also has a sense of humour. I suspect Gillian with her english sense of humour will find the site quite funny.
Regards
Jemej
jemej@rocketmail.com
Mon Sep 7 15:52:23 PDT 1998I second jemej's comments on the onion at www.theonion.com.It is a freaking funny site which riducules everyone regardless of race, religion or politics.Their story on the renaming of Russia is drop dead funny.
Doug:Nice job as usual!
I should have another story up in about a week.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Mon Sep 07 23:08:32 1998It was the summer of 1977 and I had just graduated from high school. My cousin Claire (18) from Ireland was staying with us, as well her two friends, Moira (18) and Eileei (17 I think). We were all pretty good friends, as I had met them all two summers ago when I was in Ireland. We all became very close, and I developed a serious attraction to Moira. Moira was tall, had a very nice figure, and had red, very curly, shoulder length hair. Moira sometimes used to wear a silk scarf around her neck. I used to tease her about the fact that she was very outspoken on all subjects, and that she wasn't afraid to voice her opinions. One afternoon, Moira and I were in my room, talking. To tease her about talking too much (which she was at the moment), I jokingly grabbed a length of her scarf with two hands and placed it over her mouth. She opened her mouth to accomodate the scarf, pressed her mouth against it and clenched her lips against it. She immediately said "mmmppph,.. MMMppph!" I laughed, thinking that it was her response to my practical joke. We kind of sat there for an awkward moment as I held the scarf to her mouth... and I noticed how Moira's mood quickly changed as she turned around and handed me the loose ends of the scarf, which she now held at the back of her head. The only sound was a pleading, little mmph, mmph" Regaining my senses, I carefully crossed the ends of the scarf at the back of her head. (It was tough to keep the curls out of the knot) I slowly but firmly drew back the ends of the scarf until it was snug. At this point Moira let out a playful, high pitched little moan which feigned resistance (you know the kind). As I knotted the gag, I noticed that she had placed her hands, wrist to wrist, behind her back. Moira turned her head back towards me, using her eyes and head to gesture to her crossed wrists, gesturing to me with them as well. Even I could figure this one out, but I sheepishly explained that I didn't think that I had anything that would do the job. She got up
JJackSprat
Mon Sep 07 23:58:53 1998.. and motioned to me that she would be right back, as she left my room, still gagged, and walked into the room where she slept. After about a minute (during which time my heart was beating madly) she returned with 2, long, belt like strips of cloth and gave them to me. She then sat down next to me on the bed, turning her back to me as she offered her crossed wrists to me again. I selected a strip of cloth and set about to tie her wrists together as she "mmmppphh'd" advice (like "tighter you simpleton"). To which I responded by tightly cinching her bonds, and she, in turn, responded with a high-pitched mmmppph! After tying her wrists, she swung her legs around on the bed and offered me her ankles. I used the second cloth to tie Moira's ankles together. When I was finished, she laid down on the bed, her red curls falling back to frame her very pretty face, and began to work herself free.
As a novice, I knew that I hadn't really done a very effective job of tying up Moira or of gagging her. I'm sure that she could have easily untied herself, but she just continued to struggle as though she was inescapably bound. Even though she pretended that the gag was effective, she did manage to tell me "When I untie myself, I'll soon sort you out! I have special plans for you Boy-O!" In response, I told her that in view of her present position, I wasn't very worried.
She continued to struggle, giving out several different varieties of mmmmppph! There was the 'pleas untie me mmmpph; the I'm so frustrated that I'm all tied up mmmppph; as well as the scolding, I'll get you back mmmppph. All the while she used her hips, legs and torso in a slow but continuous struggle against the cloths that restrained her.JJackSprat
Tue Sep 08 00:28:41 1998As she struggled, she would move herself from her back, to her side, and to her stomach.. in a slow but mmmmppph-filled struggle.
At this point, we heard the sound of car doors slamming in the driveway. My parents had returned from shopping with Claire and Eileen. I immediately panicked and looked out the window. As I turned back around, Moira had already freed herself, and was removing her gag. She camly gathered up the cloth and scarf, walked into her room and closed the door. I stayed in my room for about 10 min., as I needed to calm down. I wnet downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. I then heard the shower running. After about 1/2 hour, Moira came downstairs. Except for a few sly smirks, Moira almost totally ignored me the rest of the day.
Moira, Claire and Eileen returned to Ireland the following week. Moira and I never spoke of our adventure, much less re-enacted it.
To this day, I have not told a sole of what had occurred. When I came across this site, I decided to gather my thoughts and write about it. What do you think?
I have often thought of that afternoon with Moira. I spent the next few months trying to figure out what had happened. Instead of the end, it was, however, only the beginning of something that would rock my world the following summer, when I spent the 6 weeks in Ireland staying with my cousin Claire's family.JJackSprat
Tue Sep 08 03:16:00 PDT 1998Welcome, JJackSprat. Good story!
And thanks, dudalb. I'm always looking forward to reading your next story.
Tue Sep 08 21:54:43 1998Great story JJackSprat, but don't keep us in suspence man!! What was this mind blowing experience? Please, say on.
DreamKnight
Born2Narf@aol.com
Thu Sep 10 08:46:53 EDT 1998Last year I dated my girlfriend, 14, I was 16 at that time. So after dinner I took her back home. Sensing that her parents weren’t at home, so I went into her house. I then asked her what shall we do now??? She said let us play a bondage game.
Without wasting time, she went to her storeroom and pulled a long rope. She said she would tie me up and I must escape and vice-versa. I agreed!
So she began tying me up. She tied my hands with the long rope. I was seated on a chair and she bound my hands to the back of the chair. She then continued to tie my legs to the legs of the chair. I tried to wriggle free but the bonds were tight. After binding my legs, she said "that will be enough". Thus I tried my utmost to free myself. But to no avail. The bonds on my hands and legs were strong. After an hour of struggle I gave up. I yelled loudly for her to let me loose. But she just laughed loudly at me, a sinister one!!! I begged her. She thought for a while and then went to her closet. She took out her scarves and started tying me tightly across my arm. She then proceeded to let loose my hand binds for a while. I tried to break free but I couldn’t. She then tightened the bonds on my hands. It was even tighter than before. This time I shouted in agony: "please, let me go". I shouted as loud as I could. She glanced at me and walked off.
Then I heard the screeching sound of her parents car. She quickly came upstairs and released me before her parents stepped in. I was quite mad at her, but unfortunately her parents entered the front door before I could say or do anything. I gave her a stern look. She said I can have my revenge tomorrow...
Andrei Johnson
Thu Sep 10 08:56:28 EDT 1998Well here's the 2nd segment of my story....
I was thinking hard on how to get even on her. Then an evil thought struck my mind. I would use my little sister to help me.
So one day, I asked my girlfriend, Jean to come over to my house after school to study together for our maths test tomorrow. She willingly agreed. I quickly went home first and asked her to meet me there. I discussed the plan with my sis.
At 2.00, Jean arrived. I briefly introduced her to my sister. Then I said I'll be taking a bath and my sister will keep you company. As Jean was chatting with my sis, I went to my room and took out a long bundle of rope I had used for my camping trip.
I silently crept to the sofa where Jean was sitting. Then I cried "NOW!!!" My sister instantly jumped at Jean and forced her to the ground. I reached for my rope and made two quick loops at her hands. I pulled Jean's hand to her back and tied it .Then my sis went and took out a handkerchief to gagged her as she was beginning to scream.
My heart was pounding. I then tied her ankles together. Next I proceeded to bind her hands and legs together...Wow what a beauty!! She was tied up alright with no chance of escape. I gave my sis a high five!!! Jean could only stare in disbelief. I had my revenge....
Andrei Jonhson
Thu Sep 10 14:36:15 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Hi,
I'm a fourteen year-old girl, and my parents say I'm too old to spank for punishment, so now whenever my mom says I'm just acting out, she's going to tie me to a chair, and gag me if I she hears a word out of me. I did something in school yestrday I shouldn't have, and had to stay after school for it. When I got home she had a dining room chair, a pile of rope and some of my socks waiting for me. She tied my knees together, and told me to tie my feet the same way, she pulled the knots tight and said I'd have to tie my legs myself from now on. I had to put socks on my hands like I did when I had chicken pox,and she pulled my hands behind me and tied them together so my arms were in a straight line across my back, she tied my body to the chair, and tied my feet up towards my hands. She put a rope though the belt loops on my jeans, and tied me down by my waist. She left two scarves in my lap. One was folded into a small square, and the other one was made into a long strip. I guess they were to gag me with if I said anything back to her, so I didn't. She told me I had a half hour like that. I kept quiet, and didn't even try to get loose.
I know kids who have been in group homes, and don't want to turn her in for abuse, but I don't think its right to punish children like that. Can you tell me who's right, or what I should do?
Thenks,
JenJen
Thu Sep 10 15:36:36 1998Jen: Interesting quandry...
I'm not sure if anyone should comment on this, for we do not know the whole story. What exactly did you do in school to deserve this? Was this the first time you did it? You seem like a very intelligent young lady, but I am unsure if you are well behaved most of the time. Are you? I'm not even sure if Canuck really wants this discussed on this page (personally, I think it's a perfect topic; if not, sorry Canuck).
If you want my unauthorized and uninformed (as usual) opinon, I think that parents should punish their children as they see fit. I highly doubt that you'll be acting up again for some time now. As punishment, I think that it is very effective. However, like you, I do have doubts as to the humiliation involved in this form of punishment. That's about all I can say. I have one more question though: Do you visit this page often. If you do, I suspect that perhaps the punishment might not have been all that your mother imagined. If you do have a thing for bondage, that might set up a whole new equation. Are you by any chance related to Gillian, by the way? Just kidding Gillian!Kiaren
Thu Sep 10 16:47:04 EDT 1998I was not fortunate enough to have tie-up experiences as exciting as the other ones I’ve read on this page. When I was 12, however, I witnessed something that made a strong impression on me at the time.
From the second floor of my house, I could see my neighbours’ backyard. I was in my bedroom’s window when I noticed their 13 year old boy running out of the house, laughing, quickly followed by his 15 year old sister and two of her friends. They ran after him in the backyard, carrying some rope and other stuff in their hands. He was running faster than they were, but he made a fatal mistake: instead of heading strait for the street, he ran around the pool. There is a fence all around the backyard, so he could not get out. The girls strategically splitted up, two on one side of the pool, and one on the other side. He tried to get out of this trap by going on the side where there was only one girl, but she was able to hold him just long enough so the other girls could catch them up as well.
They quickly overpowered him, and he lied flat on the ground. They were laughing the whole time. One girl sat on his back, and his sister then used some rope to tie his hands in his back. Once that was done, they sat him up and wrapped the rest of the rope around his waist, pinning his arms in his back. Then they tied his ankles and knees together. His sister took a bandanna and used it to cleave-gag him. Another girl wrapped a long winter scarf around his head twice, covering the mouth and the eyes with the same scarf and then tied the ends in the back of his head. He couln’t speak or see anymore. He was mmmphing the whole time, and wiggling on the ground. Victorious, the girls lifted him (with some difficulty), and took him in the house, where he was to have an unknown fate...
JF
Thu Sep 10 14:55:33 1998Please for give me, but I am trying to get up to speed, so to speak, with this group.
I just discovered this group recently and I am trying to read all the back posts. There's a bunch of great stories in here that are very interesting.
I was wondering what happened to the pages of Rolyer and rexer. I was interested in seeing what they had, but the pages have since (I guess) disappeaered.While a lot of these stories are interseting, I skip over the ones where the kids are too young (less than 10), but I am interested in more stories of adults, too.
I was disappointed that Rolyer's page disappeared as I would be interested in some of the sexier things that happen.
Is there a mailing list around for these stories? (I understand not everybody wants those latter stories, so a private mail group would be just fine. Does one exist And to whom do I write?)Anyway keep up the great work. I wish I had stories, but my childhood was very boring.
Take care.
Mikemike
mrf@neta.com
Fri Sep 11 05:15:35 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Hi again,
No, I don't visit this page often, I found it looking to see if other kids got punished like I did. I don't think I'm related to Gillian, and I don't think I have a thing for bondage, whatever that is.
What I did to desreve being tied up was I got kept after school for breaking a bottle of ink in art class this dumb stupid jackass boy wouldn't put back when he got up to leave. I slid it to his end of the table and since he was already up with his books, I told him to put it back while I got my books from under my chair. He slid it back hard at me and says you put it back. I got mad and threw it at him, but instead of trying to catch it, he ducked and it broke on the wall. I had to stay after school and take a note home saying I owed the school a bottle of ink.
I wrote my post here before I read all of the other ones, because the area where you post new came up first before you read the old ones. I only read JJackSpratts and Andrei's posts before I wrote mine. If I was wrong for posting here, I'm sorry. Kiaren, you can e-mail me if you want talk some more about this, and Mike, there is nothing sexy about being tied up by your mother, its scary. Some of the stories are Ok, Doug, Dudalb, Pete and Ron were having fun at least, but I worry about Ron's Sharon. I think Aunt Bondage ought to be put away somewhere. If I had to give one of my aunts or uncles a foot massage before I got untied, I'd go to a foster home.
At least seeing that it happened to other kids doesn't have me feeling so alone. I don't have anyone at school I can tell without the whole world knowing about it, and writing about it has made me feel a little better.
Thank you,
JenJen
Sat Sep 12 01:28:47 GMT Daylight Time 1998Hi Folks!
I thought I really ought to respond to Jen's two postings. I do have slight misgivings about the authenticity of the postings, but if genuine they raise some important issues and deserve a serious answer. This response is written on the assumption that they are perfectly genuine.
Canuck: if you feel my posting has no place here, feel free to delete it.
Jen:
I was horrified by your description of being tied up as punishment. In my book that's an abuse of parental power and amounts to an assault. I have once been tied up as a punishment, but that was in reprisal for tying my Mum up against her will (see Jon(McA)'s story in the February archive and my response) and was nowhere near as cold-blooded as the situation you describe.
If you were my daughter (close in age - my daughter is 16), I would have been angry at what you had done, but punishment would have been a reprimand and you would have had to pay for any damage (or at least a part of it) out of your allowance.
My advice for what it's worth:
You must find an adult you can trust and confide in. I'm surprised there's no-one at school. How about a church minister? A physician might be an option but he/she might feel obliged to call in the authorities. Do try to find someone you can share the burden with.
You say in your first posting that you don't want to turn your Mom in for abuse. I guess you have to weigh up whether you can tolerate being punished like that more than you could cope with your family being broken up. It's a hard decision and different people would make different choices in your place. You can always treat turning your Mom in as a last resort if you really can't cope.
Could you negotiate with your Mom? Perhaps she would consider grounding you as a punishment with tying up only for very serious offences. Not ideal, but you might be able to ease the situation a bit.
Continued...
Gillian B
Sat Sep 12 01:29:26 GMT Daylight Time 1998On the other hand:
I can just about conceive of logic that would lead to a parent behaving like your Mom. When my children were small they did get spanked for serious offences. My view was that the punishment was immediate and over quickly, whereas loss of privileges of one kind or another usually led to unpleasantness over hours or days. I far preferred to have everything over and done with and return to normal. Once children get to age 12 or so, spanking really isn't appropriate. The punishment I would have given out would have been one or two evenings' grounding and as many weeks loss of allowance as it took to pay for damage. Your punishment was over in half an hour.
I can sort of see a logic there but imposing a punishment like that without any acceptance on your part is still overstepping the mark in my view.
I don't publish my e-mail address here, but if you want me to contact you privately, either post a request here or e-mail me via Canuck or Dudalb, both of whom are honest and honourable and who know my e-mail address.
Gillian B
Sat Sep 12 08:07:22 Eastern Daylight Time 1998About Jen's story, I'm almost afraid to ask this question because it raises the spectre of playing one parent against the other, but its an extremely important question to ask: Where is your Dad, and what is his stand on all of this?
I agree with Gillian, I think there's something going on here.
I am omitting my name and e-mail on the most probable chance I have opened a can of worms that maybe I should have best left alone, and because it really has nothing to do with the subject of Childhood Games.
Sat Sep 12 14:25:13 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Jen, regarding your punishment,
I think it's a little paranoid to assume there is something nefarious going on with this method of punishment as some of the writers here are suggesting.
If this is the worst your mother has ever done (particularly if it's the only time), you may wish to be careful in 'turning her in' by discussing this with another adult; they may jump to the wrong conclusion. I would suggest letting your mother know, next time it ever happens, that your very uncomfortable with it and prefer something else; as Gillian suggested.
This has nothing to do with bondage, only bad judgement on your mother's part.twocents
Sun Sep 13 12:57:21 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998I cannot remember exactly how old I was when I got tied up for the first time. In the same way that losing their virginity is an unforgettable event for most people, so too, was it a defining event in my life. I think I was about 8 or 9 years old when it happened.
My family and myself were visiting my cousins when I got tied up for the first ever time. It was a typically hot Aussie summers day, around 30C in the shade. It was very hot and sunny, as was usual for that time of year. There was little wind and even the dogs were lying down in the shade, panting for all they were worth.
Just to provide the setting, my cousins lived in a large split-level bungalow style home near the beach. It had a huge backyard with plenty of tall gum trees providing shade and even a large cubby house to play in, except on the very hottest days. Those dog days of February, when even the slightest spark can set the tinder-dry Australian bush ablaze in one of those terrible bushfires, notoriously Black Friday of 1939. One of the unique features of the house was a very spacious basement accessible from the garage by a long, straight staircase. It was also deliciously cool down there too, making it a popular play spot on hot days such as this one.
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Sep 13 12:59:09 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998I have three cousins, two girls, and one guy, all of whom are now happily married. At the time, S and C were aged 9 and 12 years old. ( I'm using initials only, out of respect for them as they may not wish to appear on these pages and they are my [ all married ] cousins after all ) At the time, they were both big strong girls for their age, particularly S who was taller and stronger than even I was back then. Otherwise, they were what you would call average looking. Not beautiful, not ugly. However they were ( and still are ) very warm, caring and loving girls. Mind you, though, there was not much that was "caring" or "loving" about the way they tied me up!
I had been playing with both of them down in the coolness of the basement, which my uncle used, as a workshop and storeroom for just about absolutely everything. He was one of those fortunate people who are handy with just about everything. We loved playing down there because it was a treasure house of all kinds of interesting odds and ends. Old clothes, camping equipment, books, the usual girlie magazines, hidden from my aunty ( which P and I used to love reading! ) and assorted other items of junk was all stored down there.
I cannot, in all honesty, remember the circumstances which led to my being tied up but I think it had something to do with behaving badly enough to really annoy them and there just happened too be some ( actually, a LOT! ) of old rope on hand and a old straight backed wooden chair. How fortunate.
mason (cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:02:54 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998I also do not remember how they got me into the chair in the first place ( I think they tricked me into it ) but what I do recall all too clearly was the way they managed to tie me up! Isn't that amazing! I can't remember the events leading up to it, but I could remember every detail of that bondage, my first bondage.
In the same way that every man remembers losing his virginity, so too, does every bondage enthusiast remember his or her first real "tie-up" or bondage. Once S and C had gotten me into that chair, they wasted no time mucking around at all. This was for keeps….
It just so happened they were both Girl Guides, which explained their tying skills. Somewhere along the line, they had obviously been practising and it showed.
They bound my hands very tightly together behind me, using that classic tie, the square lashing, and firmly cinched it all up, classic textbook style. Being a Cub Scout myself, I not exactly a slouch in the knots department, so I knew I would not be getting out of this one, even at that early stage. They had also been careful to knot the rope out of reach of my fingers.mason ( (cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:03:52 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998They forced me to get up then sit down again, on the chair, with the top slats of the back ending just under my armpits and tied my already bound hands to the back slats ( rods of timber in the backrest of a chair ) so that I could not wriggle around.
My legs followed next. They tied each leg to the front two legs of the chair, just as tightly as my hands. They also took care to cinch the ropes too. By now, I was truly helpless. It was around this point, I remember seeing all the rope left on the floor and wondering how much of it they planned to use on me.
They continued tying me up, despite my protests, "That's too tight, " "Ow, you're hurting me!" That kind of stuff. Eventually, both S and C got fed up with my screams and yells so they decided to shut me up. Permanently. No way those two wanted either set of parents discovering what they were up to before they had finished tying me up.
mason ( cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:05:12 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998It was the work of moments for C to find an old, not to mention somewhat pungent gym sock, which had been quietly mouldering away on its lonesome own for some while. They stuffed it, all of it, into my mouth before taping it shut with the duct tape they'd found on my uncle's workbench. C showed little mercy - she wound that tape at least five or six times around my head and over my mouth, very effectively silencing me. That sock tasted horrible - that is one memory I will carry with me to my grave…
After gagging me, with my legs also well secured at the ankles, so I could not kick them, they continued on their merry way. They roped my legs, just below the knees, to the legs immediately under the seat of the chair. More ropes were wound around and around my thighs and
mason ( cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:06:09 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998At first I was angry and embarrassed because I had let two "silly" girls overpower me and tie me up like this. Then I remember how much I was enjoying being bound and gagged like this. I had no way of knowing why, only that I liked being tied up. It made me feel good, especially in my nether regions. My groin was on fire. Even at nine years old, the feeling of being tied up was enough to play some very strange tricks on my most private parts. I have not forgotten how worried I was that S and C would notice the bulge between by legs at the thighs. ( The way I had been tied left my legs wide open. )
Fair dinks, I could not believe that I had been so tightly tied up by these two girls, not to mention that gag. It was a thoroughly professional job, one any self-respecting burglar or James Bondian villain would have been proud of. For someone who had never previously been tied up, much less still gagged, it was a seminal experience. Of course, there was NO way I was going to let those two know that I was ENJOYING this! It would have just been too embarrassing for words. Therefore I pretended to be indignant and angry, "Mmmmppphhhhh- ing" very loudly into my gag to try to get their attention. It wasn't long before I discovered the more I "mmmpphhhh'd," the more ostentatiously and studiously they would ignore me, while they played with their dollies or whatever it was they played with at the time.
mason ( cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:07:41 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998After an hour or so, C took pity on me and took my gag off. Almost immediately, I had a go at her. "Untie me" were some of the more printable things I said. They left me to stew a little while longer before calling P down stairs. I kept asking when they were going to untie me. I will never forget S and C's response.
Giggling helplessly, they told me that if I wanted to be untied, my uncle or parents would have to untie me because they were not going to. The three of them picked me up while still attached to the chair as firmly as ever and carried me bodily upstairs. I was mortified. I could not believe what was happening! Could not! I strained and heaved against the unyielding ropes, really trying to escape for the first time but to no avail. The ropes and knots were tight and cunningly placed out of reach of my fingers. Grunting with the effort of carrying me, they quickly carried me through the hose and outside to the back patio where all the "adults" were.
mason ( cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:08:37 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998They deposited me, none too gently before a set of four astonished and goggle-eyed parents. I was SO embarrassed. Yahh. It was very embarrassing! At that point, I wished the earth would swallow me up. Far from being upset with my cousins, they all broke up laughing before they eventually deigned to untie me.
At the time, I do not remember thinking consciously that I just had to do this again only that I had enjoyed being tied up despite the embarrassing finale. Unfortunately, there was to be no repeat match with either of them although I did drop hints suggesting that we play tie-ups again. They did not take the bait, much to my
disappointmentHowever, it was not to be long before I got stuck into playing "tie-up" games with the lovely Nicole. These continued over the next 7 or 8 years before we grew apart as childhood friends, sadly, sometimes do. I also had quite a few happy bondage adventures with my old Scout troop.
mason ( cont'd )
Sun Sep 13 13:09:41 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Canuck recently e-mailed me to suggest that I post stories describing the times I tied up Nicky or my current love, G on this site as well as the times I was on the receiving end, to make it easier for readers to follow my adventures. At the same time, I will post only those parts where Nicky et al gets tied up on Bobs site to satisfy those who can't abide the idea of guys being bound and gagged. Therefore, I will give it a go and see how it works out.
I will post again soon, just as soon as my big economics test is over. So boring. Lots of graphs and mumbo -jumbo. "Describe the difference between Keynesian economic theory as opposed to…" Get the idea?
This is much more interesting!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sat Sep 12 23:55:44 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Hi again,
My Mom and Dad have been divorced for about five years. He moved out of state last year. I don't know what he thinks about me getting tied up. Do you think I should tell him?
I'd rather not, it doesn't sound like a good idea.
I did ask my best friend if she'd rather be grounded for a weekend or tied to a chair for an hour. I told her I was writing a report on how some people punish thier kids. She told me she'd rather be tied up, so I guess I'm lucky. I haven't said anything about it to my Mom. I really haven't talked to her much since then.Thank you all very much for your help,
JenJen
Sun Sep 13 15:43:50 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998R.E Gloucester's comments ( I was having a read of some of these stories in between study after posting my story earlier today )
Gloucester, I can understand absolutely how you feel. My mum is the same. She thinks bondage is strange and weird etc etc. With the operative word being WEIRD. Sadly, she still is as intolerant as ever. She actually wanted me to see a shrink about this when I was young ( 16 ) would you believe!
Hey, there are people out there who think masturbation is weird, or immoral and evil never mind bondage!!
As far as I am conderned, it is NOT strange or weird!! If it is, then how come sites like this exist? Nuff said!
You have NO problems at all. You are just a normal kid who happens to like bondage like we all do.
The big thing is to accept youself for what you are and to be happy with yourself as a person. I am studying at uni, I have a very special girlfriend whom I love very much and I also love bondage. In short, I'm pretty happy with my lot in life.
mason
masonbl@oze-mail.com.au
Sun Sep 13 16:12:47 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Thats the wonderful thing about human beings - we have highly developed brains ( politicians excepted )which we use to think, love, hate and act out sexual fantasies. Thats what makes us human beings special.
There really is an infinite variety of things sexual, that turns people on, many of them so "odd" or "bizarre" that I could not possibly describe them here especially since this site is meant to be clean and not too smutty!
The big thing is TOLERANCE of others, whether gay or straight or into bondage or whatever. Everyone is different. That is what makes us unique. Being into bondage, as I am, has allowed me to be tolerant of others and their respective "kinks" The mere fact so many people like doing this or that, no matter how strange it may seem to others, to me, that makes it all "normal" even if it is not my cup of tea, some of the things/matters sexual people get up to.
Thats all I have to say on the subject
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Sep 13 11:34:16 1998Does anyone know if Alex ever posted the rest of his slumber party story? If so, where? If not, Alex, where are you????
warren
Sun Sep 13 13:20:34 CDT 1998I really enjoy this forum. But, wanted to keep the subject of this forum (childhood & teenage experiences) I have set up a new forum at http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Arc/1764/
I invite you to post your bondage experiences that fall outside of childhood there.
Marshall
http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Arc/1764/
rowlen@iamerica.net
Sun Sep 13 11:37:42 PDT 1998I have to put my two cents in on the topics being discussed.
Mason's comments are interesting.People do have various ways of sexual enjoyment as we in the US are finding out through the evening news. Stuff that both Bob and Canuck would quite likely cut out are being broadcast on televison very openly thanks to Bill and Monica.I would stress honesty in relationships with others.THe Prez is in trouble not for what he did with Ms. Lewinsky but for lying about it....
Jen : If this is upsetting you so much I would discuss it openly with your mother.I probably would have grounded you and found some unpleasent jobs around the house for you to do.THat was my Mom's method; lots of gruntwork. I wonder if she got it from my ex US Marine dad. We learned our lesson and got something accomplished. Have divorced parents is tough. My mom and dad seperated when I was in my early teens. They did reconcile but it was not a fun thing to go through.
i should have my next tale "Soaking Private Gina"
up before the end of the week. Any resembleance between the title and a certain movie starring Tom Hanks is purely intentional...dudalb
dudalb@msn.com
Sun Sep 13 12:23:52 PDT 1998For your information Alex is posting the rest of his slumber party story on Bob's page. Alex is a pretty good writer, but is needs to work on capitlization and spelling a lot.....
dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sun Sep 13 12:29:34 PDT 1998Boy, I blew it in that last post did'nt I?
Just to show you I do know what I was trying to say "but he needs to work on his capitalization and spelling a lot".God, I feel like a hypocrite.
I feel like Bill Clinton giving a lecture on Sexual immorality....dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sun Sep 13 15:22:04 1998The recent stories have been great. Thanks to all who have bothered to post them. As to the deeper issues currently going on here, I don't feel qualified to really make any judgements on any of it, so I won't. Once again, this is a great site!
Dorren
Mon Sep 14 09:58:34 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Dudalb, You are so right about the Prez. Right on the money.
What he did was wrong but no worse than anyone else in history has ever done. But, no, he had to lie about it. If he had been honest and upfront about it right back way then, it would be all over and forgotten by now. But....
You really made me laugh when you made that post apoogising for your capialisation. "I feel like Bill...." That really made me crack up.
JOKE:
A survey of 1000 women was conducted asking them if they would sleep with Bill Clinton
85% of respondents replied, "NO, I would not sleep with him again!"
Mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Mon Sep 14 10:15:19 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Actually, on this site, the joke should read:
A recent survey was conducted asking 1000 women if they would let Bill Clinton tie them up
85% of respondents replied, "NO, I would not let Bill Clinton tie me up again!"
mason
Mon Sep 14 00:01:33 EDT 1998to dudalb:....you are quite right. i probably could do a better job with my capitalization and general writing ability. this is probably why i don't do this for a living. but, you should reread your last post carefully and see who really needs work on their writing skills.
alex
Mon Sep 14 00:05:36 EDT 1998..dudalb...just as i was writing a "rebutal' to your "writing skills" coment about me, i saw your post acknowledging your mistake. my last post was in no way meant to be "troll" like.we are just two guys taking friendly jabs at each other as far as i'm concerned.i enjoy reading your stories as much as i enjoy writing my own.
alex
Mon Sep 14 21:22:54 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998G'day, Alex, how are you?
JUst to say how much I have been enjoying your stories to date. You tell a story very well but... just as Dudalb said, you really do need to work on your capitalisation and spelling ( *grin* )
A couple of questions for you. In your 26 May posting you said that this was Part 2 of the "Slumber party home Invasion story"
You wrote;
"hello all. i have posted my stories to bob's page before, but for some reason i am unable to find a "post" page there at this time. i have decided to post the stories here......slumber party home invasion..part two".....
As I carried Mary lee down the basement stairs, she struggled and attempted to scream...."
This was obviously continuing from part one...
Where is part one?
The last posting you made was in January when you did describe all the people in the story but nothing until the 26th of May then the 4th of Sept?!? But was there anything in between?
Thanx
Keep up with the good work!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Mon Sep 14 10:46:49 EDT 1998mason...i beleive the posts you are looking for are on bob's page under the older post heading. go to "feb to rebuild" and than scroll down to may 5th. thanks for your kind words.
alex
Tue Sep 15 09:23:48 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Hi, Alex, Just to say thanks.
I went and had a look, Yahh, they were there. Don't know how I missed them before....
Can I ask you a question? How long ago did all this happen and how old are you now?
I'm also working on another story which will be ready for posting soon.
Anyway, must rush off to class now so I'll say: Keep up the good work!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.aux
Mon Sep 14 22:57:58 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Alex,
I was also following your story, but the last post (May 26th) I found ended with Mary lee left bound in the closet, while you were going back upstairs for your sister. Did you continue after that?
Tieher
Wed Sep 16 11:24:07 UTC+0800 1998when i was about 13, i have this real cool friends named ann(13),stephanie(14)and my best buddy,chris.i didnt really know that stephanie and ann were into bondage games until one Saturday morning.
I was watching TV with Chris in stephanie's house when suddenly i heard ann ay,"hey, u guys wanna see something real neat?" we shouted back NO, but they kept bugging us until i agree to check what was going on.
They were in their room, so just as i opened the door, ann jumped on me and stephanie close the door and shut it. at first i didnt know what was goin on, then i felt my arm were pulled back and ropes were wrapping my wrists. i struggled my best, but there were 2 of them, so it was easy battle for them and they proceed by tying my legs with nylon rope.just as they were about to gag me,they said,"hey,why dont we tie him to the bed,"to my horror,they tickled me so badly after they tied me firmly to stephanie's bed.at that time,they had already cleave gag me.but the most emmbarassing part was,they asked chris to join the fun.i was so helpless,i was there for at least
one hour when they decided to untie me,they threaten me not to get even,but i did.but that was another story,keep posting.cyclone
trying to get one
lfcowen@hotmail.com
Wed Sep 16 17:43:05 PDT 1998SOAKING PRIVATE GINA
When I was 15. I became the cause of the Gina -Steffi wars.Being fought over by two
girls might sound fun, but in my case it quickly became a major pain in the butt.
When Steffi, my German immigrant girlfriend, got back from her vacation, she saw how I was spending a fair amount of time with Gina, a new kid who came from central
Chicago,and saw her position as the Alpha Girl in my life threatened. She had spent a
good deal of time getting me interested in various aspects of high culture with some
success. She (and her Mom) got me interested in Classical Music and chess. I think she saw all the work she put in civilizing an American boyfriend going down the drain.
Actually Gina and I were just friends. We had common interests and a similiar cynical
outlook at things. Oh, I thought Gina was attractive but never thought of her a
replacement for Steffi. I told Gina I was already taken in that regard a couple days after I met her. She accepted that. But Steffi found the concept hard to accept. Aside from that their personalities guaranteed a clash. Steffi was very reserved toward people until she knew them and decided whether they were worth knowing better. She came off a as snob at times which was a shame because she was’nt.Money,status or race were not very important in her judgments. But she could come off as cold in the early stages of an acquaintance. And any appearance of snobbishness was a red flag to Gina who had the classic Blue collar mistrust of anyone putting on airs. And Steffi was not prepared for Gina’s outspoken attitude toward everyone and anything. Ironically enough, both Gina and Steffi's attitudes were defenses in a strange enviorment.After five years, Steffi still found America strange in many ways. And Gina found Surburban California a different kettle of fish than an ethnic neighborhood in the Windy City. Be that as it may, they clashed from the first meeting.dudalb
dalbrech@msn.com
Wed Sep 16 17:47:20 PDT 1998I am going to spare you a detailed account of the first sparks in their first few meetings.
There was no yelling , no open hostilities, just dirty looks and some mildly catty remarks.
The fun really begun the first time Gina and Steffi were on opposite sides in our military
maneuvers.
I now realize I should have charged the other kids a fee for these games; a lot of people are making bucks off of the same type games in the various Paintball gun sites in the US.
And many of the people paying money aren’t teens but professional people in their thirties and forties. But it was the same type of game. On the day I’m writing about Gina was on the side opposite Steffi and Me.
The Commander of Gina ‘s side was my younger sister Chris who wanted to command.
To put it mildly Chris was not a military genius..She sent Private Gina out to the large
semiwild park where our games were held as a scout. Remember Gina was from Chicago and not used to the great outdoors. She had not learned such basics as not stepping on twigs to avoid alerting the enemy .Gina was still a green private. As a result Steffi and I and our group heard Gina coming a mile away. When she stepped into the clearing we jumped out with super soakers at the ready.I was about to pull the trigger when Steffi jumped ahead ,grabbed the supersoaker from Gina’s surprised hands (Gina acquired one week after she moved out to California),and said “No!She is our Prisoner!”Gina, still surprised by the ambush just put up her hands. (The rules had been explained to her) Steffi pulled out a piece of rope from her backpack (standard equipment) and begun tying Gina’s hands together behind her back, palm to palm. (SOP for taking prisoners in our games.) Steffi was usually gentle in doing this but not this time.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Wed Sep 16 17:52:35 PDT 1998
Steffi was pulling the ropes much tighter then she usually did. Gina gave an ouch and I
was about to tell Steffi to ease up, this was just a game and the first rule was no one really got hurt,but before I could Gina gave another ouch and then said ‘Not so Tight,.Kraut!”
I thought Oh, Shit. If there was one way to get Steffi really mad it was any slight on her
German background.And any WWII or Nazi remarks were really verboten. (Excuse the pun, Jonah,) And I knew Steffi had seen enough WWII films on TV to know this was a war movie term of insult for a German . I saw her stiffen up, put the final knot in, then take out a strip of Duct Tape and gag Gina with it.
“Now we will take her to my house to keep her as a prisoner” Steffi said. Steffi lived on street that ended in a dead end against the border of the park. Her house was two houses down from the dead end. We formed a group with Gina in the Middle so casual observers could not see her clearly and walked to the dead end, around the car barrier there, and, walking very fast got to a side gate to Steffi’s back yard. Steffi’s dad and mom were at work so we walked up to her backporch. There were two or three large imitation redwood armchairs there-the kind that are popular as outdoor furnishings in California.
We seated Gina in one of them.
I checked the ropes that bound Gina’s Wrists and saw the ropes were tighter then
usual and I decided to loosen them a litttle..But before I could untie them Steffi was
already doing it. She was still mad but realized there were limits-and actually causing pain was one of them.And she had already thought of a safer way to get back at Gina for her politically incorrect remark without really causing Gina pain her which even in anger Steffi did not really want to do.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Wed Sep 16 17:58:24 PDT 1998As soon as Gina hands were untied Steffi had grabbed a roll of duct tape and had pulled Gina’s left wrist down to the left arm of the chair and securely taped it there and repeated it with her right wrist to the right arm of the arm chair. Steffi them wound the tape a few times around Gina’s body further taping her to the chair. She them taped Gina's left foot to the left leg of the chair and the right ankle to right chair leg. .As a final touch she taped Gina’s elbows to the chair. If you’ve seen Bridget Fonda in “ Single White Female” you’ve seen the way Gina was taped to the chair. We left a eight year old to stand guard. I bent over and asked Gina if she was OK. Gina just nodded. She prided her self on being tough. And to be honest this is probably the most comfortable position to be tied in-it’s just like you were sitting watching Television.Steffi then checked the tape gag to be sure it was secure.
We than returned to the park and Our scout reporting the other side approaching. We set up a ambush and Chris’s team was toast. When the streams of water were over Chris’s side was wiped out.We then retuned to Steffi’s backyard. Gina had been taped to the chair for about 20 minutes.
I thought that Gina would be untaped from the chair and that would be the end but it
wasn’t. Steffi walked over to Gina a said “You called me a Kraut. You should not have done that. You should not insult a person because of their background’.Steffi was using her textbook perfect English when always stood out like a sore thumb among slangy
American kids. “I will think that your temper got the best of you. But I have a way to
cool down your Hot Italian temper.”(Gina was an 3rd generation Italian American).Steffi was now being a bit of a hypocrite her self by using an stereotype but aren’t we are a little hypocritical now and then? Even American Presidents are not immune.dudalb
Wed Sep 16 18:01:08 PDT 1998Steffi then went inside the house. Gina begun to mmpph. She was getting nervous. But I felt Steffi had a point. Gina had gone too far in calling her a Kraut. And I could always
intervene if I felt Steffi’s punishment was too stiff.Steffi came out about two minutes later with a plastic bucket full of water. I them
remembered how my Cousin Cindy was punished for a transgression the summer before by execution by a supersoaker firing squad. Steffi had decided on a variation on this for Gina. Steffi said ‘This should cool you off, Gina”. And Steffi proceeded to soak Gina.
Steffi did not just dump the water on Gina all at once. But,holding the Bucket at an angle, she dribbled the water on Gina head. When Steffi was satisfied that Gina’s head was completely soaked she moved the bucket down and begun to pour water on Gina’s sweatshirt until it was inundated, and then soaked her lap with the rest of the water. Gina was dripping wet all over. She did some real mmmphing behind her gag. .As soon as Steffi was done soaking her she said “I hoped you learned A Lesson , Fraulein (Gina’s very Italian last name).” and then Steffi took off Gina’s gag indicating the punishment was as an end.dudalb
Wed Sep 16 18:04:15 PDT 1998I braced myself for a real outburst of temper but the only thing that came out was a
request to be untied from the chair. Gina was untaped ,took a towel that Steffi had
brought out to dry herself and then told Steffi “I’m sorry I called you a Kraut. I should
not have insulted your background. I should have called you a bitch.” “Oh Shit I thought again.This was a declaration of war. “I have an account to settle with you and we Italians like to settle our accounts. And I’m one fourth Sicilian which means I am really into revenge.” Gina had mentioned a couple of times she had an account to settle with me because of the Houdini challenge. This was a line she borrowed from the Godfather films.
In both films Michael Corleone (Al Pacino) states that the Corleone family is going to
“settle its accounts” right before the Corleones slaughter their opponents. Gina had a
sense of humor about being of Italian descent,and liked to use stereotypes against the
person using it. One time (a couple of years later) when a kid called her a Mafia Bitch,
Gina said “Call me a bitch again and my cousins in Chicago will fly out and break a few legs.”But when Gina told me she had an account to settle it was done in a playful manner.
This time it was’nt playful.Steffi just looked stunned. I knew that this was just a First
Bull Run, a Pearl Harbor, the first battle of a war and I was caught in the middle. Gina
walked out of the yard and I wondered what was the phone number for a UN
peacekeeping force. It was going to be a full scale war. More front line reports later.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Thu Sep 17 12:05:54 UTC+0800 1998cool story,duldalb,what happened to u when u said that steffi looked stun?,keep posting
cyclone
lfcowen@hotmail.com
Wed Sep 16 22:11:50 PDT 1998Cyclone; Steffi was stunned because she did'nt realize how upset and mad Gina was at being soaked. This was the kind of stuff that we had come to accept among ourselves as good natured playing around.GIna was not quite used to this though. Ever do somthing you thought was just good kidding around that got the other person mad?That's what happened. And Steffi and Gina really rubbed each other the wrong way. In My judgement at the time I thought they were both at fault: GIna for the "Kraut "remark (Gina admitted this) and Steffi for overeacting. Steffi had never been called a bitch before although she had seen enough movies and tv to understand exactly what it meant.
You might want to go into the July archieves at this site and read about my earlier adventures with Steffi .August has my first meeting with Gina.
Gina'a revenge will be my next post. It might take a couple of weeks because my computer is going in for a major upgrade.Canuck. Hopefully you will transalate any good stories that show up on your French page!
dudalb
Thu Sep 17 03:35:37 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Dudalb, one thing you have to understand about Germans is the 'Sie, du' form of address. Both Sie and du are forms of the word you, Sie denoting respect, and du denoting familiarity. In Germany you can have guys who have worked next to each other on the assembly line for 20 years, and never refer to each other as du, always as Sie. I told all the guys in my outfit this, whenever we'd rotate to Germany or we got caught in the REFORGER exercise. Neither here nor there, as far as the topic goes. I did have a quite a few bondage experiences from my Army years, only one of which was really innocent, and two of which were involved with training the company on taking and being taken pows; none of which fit here, as none involved children and all of which are out of my idea of telling my stories chronologically.
idron
idron@hotmail.com
Thu Sep 17 20:58:28 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"Nicky gets hers"
In my first posting, I introduced my childhood playmates, particularly those with whom I shared especially enjoyable "tie-up" experiences and myself. My cousins inadvertently introduced me to the wonderful world of bondage when they took it upon them selves to tie me up ( refer my first posting on Bob's site ). It was Nicky who reinforced my love for bondage vis a vis our tie up games, one that has remained with me to this day.
At this point, I will be honest and admit that while I can still remember much of the original dialogue as the incident was so memorable, I cannot remember all of it ( after all, it happened 19 years ago now! ) so I have, for the sake of readability, made up some of my own as close as possible to the original it would have been.
Nicole ( Nicky ) was my childhood best friend, though unfortunately it never went any further than that. Our parents moved in within weeks of each other into the new neighbour hood subdivision, which were so prevalent in those days. They were amongst the very first few to move into that large and quiet court. Naturally they struck up an immediate and close friendship. We were born within months of each other and therefore grew up together. As friends, we were absolutely inseparable. I remember how anxiously, and impatiently I used to wait for the school bell to go so that I could get home just as soon as possible and rejoin Nicky in our various games
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Thu Sep 17 20:59:44 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998One of our favourite activities was drawing, which rated only marginally ahead of tying each other up at times. Up until we were 13 or so our respective drawing abilities seemed to be roughly similar but after that it soon became apparent that Nicky's drawing abilities far outstripped mine. Unsurprisingly, she ended up in architecture in addition to a successful career as an amateur artist. Some of her works still hangs on our walls. We were rarely bored particularly when it came to tying each other up…
Just to repeat my earlier comment from my first posting, "At the time, there was nothing sexual about these games, from our collective point of view. However, I did know, even at that tender age, just how much I enjoyed tying her up. ( I know she did enjoy being tied up very much too ) She REALLY used to get into these games with me, asking to be tied "like this" or to be tied tighter. There were more than a few times she got the ropes out herself…"
As I have already said, Nicky was the same age as myself. We were either 11 or twelve years old when the above-mentioned incident occurred. Even at that relatively tender age, Nicky was already developing to be a real beauty. She was quite tall for her age with long coltish legs and a wonderfully slim build to match. She was already an early developer and had a smallish ( but still growing ) pair of breasts. She was very proud of her breasts but at times was equally embarrassed by them too especially when her brothers teased her about her 'assets'. Long dark hair framed a lovely expressive heart shaped face. She was truly the classic Australian "next-door" girl hovering between childish girlhood and full womanhood.
Thu Sep 17 21:00:43 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998We had already been tying each other up on a casual on-off basis between our other more 'normal' pastimes for some while, when I finally tied her up that good she was completely unable to escape. I cannot remember when these games began but I do clearly recall that many of our early efforts tended to be characterised by grossly sloppy and generally unskilled rope work. For a long time, I could never seem to be able to tie her up properly and 9 times out of 10, she'd escape only to tie me up so tightly I would end up staying that way for quite some while. For a long time, I laboured under the delusion that it was the ( often excessive ) amount and tightness of the ropes that would hold her captive. Usually the only thing that resulted was much complaining about the tightness of her ropes especially the wrists, which was the weak spot from my point of view and consequently the one place I focused on more than most.
The break through came on one of those cold, wet, windy and wintry days only my home city of Melbourne could produce. It was blowing hard, cold rain and occasional hail splattering against the large plate glass windows of Nicky's house. Therefore we were stuck indoors, in the warm cosiness of the large downstairs living room for the duration. At the time, Nicky was wearing a pink long-sleeved shirt and jeans. For once, we had the house to ourselves, with only the cat for company. Nicky's three brothers were all out doing whatever it was older brothers did. Her parents were still at work. In order to pass the time, we were watching one of our favourite shows on TV. It was Superman, my all-time favourite. We were seated on the couch together, in front of the TV, happily munching away on our regular daily after school snack of bikkies and fruit juice
Thu Sep 17 21:01:28 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Unbeknownst to Nicky, I had been getting really annoyed ( in that kind of petulant annoyance only children seem to be able possess ) that I could rarely seem to be able to tie her up in the way I wanted to. It would either be too loose in which case she'd easily escape and make me pay for it. Other times, it would be too tight in which case she was obviously in pain and I would have to untie her. I will be honest and confess that while not only am I an extremely competitive person, I was not always a good loser too! There fore, I resolved to do something about it.
At the time, I was in the Boy Scouts, a fully fledged member of the "Lower…" Troop. Coincidentally, around this time, the emphasis was heavily on developing our rope work and knot skills both in preparation for a forthcoming camp and to earn merit badges towards our 'Pioneer,' or 'Explorer' badges etcetera. Needless to say, it was a golden opportunity for me to practise, practise without raising suspicion why I should want to thoroughly learn how to handle ropes and tie knots properly. In fact, I even earned praise from the Scout masters for my keenness and endeavour. I often wondered what they would have said had they only known, that my determination to "learn the ropes", so to speak, had less to do with earning any amount of badges than it had to do with tying up Nicky properly. From time to time, I was even able to practise by tying my mates hands together under the pretext of gaining more practise, in addition to which there was that competitive element too.
Thu Sep 17 21:02:15 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Lois Lane had just been kidnapped and predictably tied up for her Super-Duper-man boyfriend to discover in very short order before beating up on the villains responsible, when Nicky commented that they had done a better job of tying Lois up than I seemed to be able to do.
Almost immediately my blood boiled over and I sarcastically said to her, "Do you want me to tie you up? I've been practising lately, you know that?"
"Oh SURE!" she scornfully laughed, "You're not any good at it ( tying me up ) at all!"
"Go and get the rope, " I wearily asked, "Lets see what I can do…"
Nicky need no further urging, practically leaping up from the settee to fetch the rope. Seemingly moments later, she returned with a mass of white rope in her hands. By then, bondage, ( although I still did not term it that way ) had firmly established itself in my psyche. The delicious sight of this beautiful slim dark haired girl carrying all that rope she clearly expected me to tie her up with had a totally predictable effect on my most private parts. Almost immediately and much to my embarrassment, I grew hard. Fortunately, she did not notice my little predicament.
Thu Sep 17 21:03:06 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Nicky flopped down on the settee and dumped the rope in my lap. Unselfconsciously, she crossed her hands behind her back and said, "Well, go ahead now and tie me up!"
Just to digress for a moment, I have long wished I could meet a girl with the same kind of abundant enthusiasm this lovely young creature had for being tied up. How I have longed to hear the same words since, "Tie me up please!"
Smiling beautifully, confident in the expectation of an easy escape, Nicky saucily tossed her dark tresses in that manner only girls can and turned her back to me, hands already crossed behind her back for me to begin tying her up.
" No not like that," I spoke, "Like this! Put your hands like this!" I emphasised my instructions by placing her hands together, facing palm to palm. Clearly puzzled by my move, for I nearly always tied her hands together crossed over each other or to her sides, Nicky asked, "What are you doing?"
Thu Sep 17 21:03:51 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"You'll find out soon enough!" I airily replied, although I was quaking inside, as this was the first real test of my newfound tying skills. I took one medium length of rope and formed a slipknot in one end ( leaving 4 or 5 inches dangling ) which I fastened around one slender wrist. Carefully and methodically, I lashed the rope firmly but not too tightly around both wrists, forming six or seven loops before I passed the end between her wrists and around the coiled loops several times, firmly cinching up the ropes binding her hands together. Finally I knotted everything well out of reach of her questing little fingers. Although I couldn't see Nicky's eyes, the set of her shoulders told me that she had already noticed the change in my style and technique.
"Where did you learn to do this?" she asked, cautiously testing her bonds
" I'm not telling you!" I said. "Let's get on with it! I think this is one tie-up you will not be escaping from!"
As if realising the accuracy of this statement, Nicky glared at me, the normally dazzling smile replaced by an angry ( and not a little worried too! ) frown. "Stand up." I ordered. Sullenly, Nicky complied with a little encouragement from me. We had always been extremely competitive in almost everything we did together and Nicky hated losing almost as badly as I did too.
Thu Sep 17 21:04:59 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998I took another much longer piece of rope and formed another, much larger slip knot and passed it over her head and body before snugging it up nice and tight just below her breasts. I then began tying it around her torso and arms as tightly as possible, looping the rope above and below her breasts, making them jut out just a little more proudly than before. Nicky moaned a little as I yanked each loop tightly around her, firmly pinioning her arms to her body, but otherwise didn't say anything. After I had looped the rope around her body several times each, both above and below her breasts, I tightly knotted it off. I picked up another piece of rope and tied it to the lower chest rope and passed the ends over her left shoulder, under and over the ropes in the small of her back. I passed the rope over the other shoulder back in front of her, whereupon I repeated the same procedure, forming an effective rope harness and preventing any slippage of her chest ropes.
In the same way that a keen surfer suddenly discovers how to stand up on a fast moving wave after ages of trying and falling off or "wiping out" in surfer jargon, so too was this a wonderful epiphany for me. It was turning out to be a truly inspired bondage. A wide-eyed Nicole stared at me, growing realisation dawning in her dark eyes that perhaps this was one bondage she would not be soon escaping from.
Thu Sep 17 21:05:42 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Teasingly, I asked her, " How are you feeling now? Still confident you'll get out of this?"
Significantly, she made no reply in the affirmative. All I remember her saying was, "Come on, hurry up!"
Subconsciously, because I knew that I did not want Nicky gaining any leverage to wriggle free, I realised I had to somehow ensure she could not move her hands around at all for this was her favourite method of freeing herself. There had, much to my great chagrin, been several previous occasions when I thought I had her. She'd escaped by the simple expedient of passing her bound wrists under that pretty little posterior of hers and under her bound ankles to free them in front of her, making them easily accessible to her sharp little teeth. All the better for picking at the knots once she had pulled the gag off. Nicky was always a very limber person especially since she had taken up ballet a few years ago.
Thu Sep 17 21:06:19 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Aah, I know what to do! I thought. Quickly, I tied one end of a longish piece of rope to the cinching ropes between Nick's wrists and passed the dangling ends in front of her, where they laid on the floor. Nicky did not fully realise my intentions until I had looped the end over the lower of her chest ropes and drew it tightly back downwards, tightening her new crotchrope. Almost as soon as the rope bit into Nicky's crotch she loudly exclaimed, "OO-oooh!" in absolute surprise and shock. I still remember the way that she, wide eyed, peered downwards as I passed the rope back behind her, pulling gently but firmly, passing it back over her wrists and back under again. I repeated this four or five times, very firmly pinioning her hands to her back in the process before knotting everything well out of reach just below her breasts. I will never forget the way Nicky wriggled around obviously savouring the way the crotchropes felt on her.
"Still think you're going to escape?" I taunted.
"Mmm, I'm not sure." she admitted, her eyes betraying the fact she was enjoying being tied up as much as I was enjoying doing the tying.
Feeling much more confident by now, I boasted, "Why don't you admit that you are NOT going to escape!"
"Just get on with it" she said.
Thu Sep 17 21:07:01 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Fine!" I replied, picking up another piece of rope, which I wound and tightly cinched around Nicky's tiny waist and wrists, further immobilising her hands. To ensure the absolute impossibility of escape, I took a small piece of twine I had in my pocket which I used to tie her thumbs together.
By now, Nicky had gone very quiet. Normally she was an absolutely irrepressible chatterbox, always ready to voice a thought or opinion. Sensing victory, I moved in for the kill, roping her legs together very tightly. I bound and cinched Nicky's ankles, knees and thighs together in the same manner I had tied her hands, until she was practically mummified in white rope. She wriggled about this way and that before commenting, "Wow, this is a bit tight!" Then she asked ( again! ) "Where did you learn to tie me up like this? You've never been any good at it before!"
"Where do you think? The Scouts!" I replied, " You like this? This time you'll stay tied up until I decide to let you go!"
"I'll scream," she warned me, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
Thu Sep 17 21:07:42 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"Hang on," I said, " Let me help you on the settee before you fall over." Saying so, I helped Nicky lie on her stomach on the couch.
"Are you going to untie me now?" she asked.
"No"
Nicky opened her mouth to scream but before she had had time to say anything, I quickly popped a small and damp ( to prevent the mouth drying up ) one square foot face washer towel ( which I had earlier folded up and hidden in my pocket for just this purpose. ) in her mouth. A Boy Scout is ALWAYS prepared! I have always believed in this motto especially when it comes to all matters bondage…. A very startled "Mmmmpphhh" immediately followed. Holding the towel wadding in place with my left hand, so she could not spit it out, I whipped out the old piece of shirt, which I had torn into a 2-foot long strip and placed it over the wadding in her mouth. Using both hands to gain extra leverage, I wound it around her head twice before knotting the ends very tightly several times behind her head, effectively silencing her.
"What were you trying to tell me?" I teased
Thu Sep 17 21:08:32 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998An angry "MMMppppffhhhhhhh" was her only reply. Nicky's eyes blazed pure defiance as she frantically wriggled, struggled and flopped around like a freshly caught fish in a desperate attempt to free herself from her bonds. I did not like the way she was thrashing about like that so I decided that I really had to do something about this situation. At this stage, all the ropes and knots were still holding beautifully but because of my previous failures, I was still not that confident Nicky would not escape.
There were still several pieces of rope left on the floor so I got up and picked up one six-foot piece of rope, and sat down again next to Nicky. "Stop carrying on like that!" I ordered. "I'm still not finished yet!"
A muffled, but distinct groan escaped Nicky's lips. Clearly she believed that she could not be tied up any more thoroughly than she already was. Wrong, wrong, wrong… I attached one end of the rope to her ankles and with some difficulty, for Nicky's hands had been very tightly lashed and cinched to her body, I managed to pass the other end of the rope between her hands and body before pulling on it to complete her hogtie. At this stage, Nicky still had little inkling what I was up to, for I had not begun to tighten anything up yet although she must have been burning up with curiosity to see what I had in mind for her. After readying the rope, I pulled her ankles gently but firmly backwards with one hand, while with the other, I kept up a steady pressure on the rope.
Thu Sep 17 21:09:11 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Nicky was twisting her head as far back as she could to see what I was doing and "mmmpppfffhhhhh'ing" for all she was worth. Ignoring Nicky's overly theatrical cries, I looped the rope around her ankles again and tied the ends very tightly to the junction of her upper body rope harness, very securely hog tying her. I still can visualise as clearly as if it were yesterday, the way she looked in that hogtie which I had just created specially for her. It was so tight, Nicky had little trouble touching her feet with her tied hands. Her eyes were enormous as she stared at me in astonishment, while I squatted on the floor, smirking at her.
"I'm enjoying this!" I enthused, "How about you? Are YOU enjoying yourself?" I asked.
A muffled and gentle mmmppphhhhh was her answer. Although Nicky could not speak, gagged as tightly as she was, her shining eyes and relaxed demeanour gave the game away - just how much she was enjoying this also.
Thu Sep 17 21:09:54 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Afterwards we settled down on the settee to watch some more TV though I cannot remember at all what we watched because I was far more interested in admiring Nicky and my handiwork. I could hardly believe how beautiful she looked in all that rope and her hogtie. At the risk of sounding profane, I was so hard, I was terrified Nicky would notice, for she had her head on my lap just above my knees while she laid there in the tightest bondage I had ever put her into. From time to time, I would ask her if she was OK and did she want me to untie her yet?
I will admit I was more than a little surprised when Nicky kept shaking her head to indicate No! I could tell she was enjoying herself the way she lay there, occasionally wriggling around, more to savour the feel of the tight ropes than in any real attempt to escape.
She spent the best part of an hour like that.
It was one of the most glorious hours in my life.
Thu Sep 17 21:10:51 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Eventually, much to my lasting chagrin, I had to untie Nicky as it was beginning to get late and the rest of her family would be home soon. While our "tie-up" games were no secret, Nicky did not want her brothers coming in and teasing her while she was tied up.
After untying and ungagging Nicky, the first thing she said was, " I really enjoyed that! Could you tie me up again like that when we get the chance?"
"Sure!" I replied, "You know, " I added a little shyly, " I really enjoyed that too!"
"I know" she replied, " But…"
"But?" I asked
"But I owe you one now! Next time we get the chance, I'm going to tie you up just like that!"
( to be continued )
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Thu Sep 17 19:12:13 Westeuropäische Sommerzeit 1998Hi,
This is a 'Kraut' speaking. If anyone wondered I am still around but I have been very busy in the last weeks.
New posters - Thanks for the great stories.
dudalb - I like your story (as always) and I can't wait to hear more. I am afraid that most people have rather ugly words they use for foreigners, e.g. the Germans call the Dutch sometimes Kaskoepp (which means cheese head). This mostly doesnot really improve their relationships but it is hard to get rid of. If anything I feel rather Aussie or Kiwi (they don't really like each other as well) and definitely not German (whatever that is).
Mason - Fair dinks, mate. Greetings from rainy Germany to (I hope) sunny Aussie land. How is the surf in Manly? Hope to get back there real soon. Keep posting.
So let's hear more stories and thanks in advance.
Jonah
http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/j/wwwonah1\index.html
jonah@anon.nymserver.com
Fri Sep 18 09:34:07 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998G'day Jonah, How are you?
Sorry this is not really a bondage related post but just so you all know, I think its sad so many people have so little tolerance of others just because they are different in terms of nationality, colour or more to the point on this site, sexuality. Why should others put others down just because they are Asian or gay or just because they like to be tied up and gagged?
The world would be a far safer and happier place if only people could learn to be tolerant, understanding and to respect each others differences. There is too much anger and hatred in this world today as it is....
Why do you think I like bondage so much? It is great stress therapy to escape from the ills of this world even if just for a little while.
Jonah, glad to know you liked my country! hope to see you again Down Under again soon. I live in Melbourne, so I don't know what the surf is like in Manly as it is in Sydney. But the weather is just great today, warm and sunny, not a cloud in sight. Hard to believe it was absolutely pissin down only a couple of days ago...
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Thu Sep 17 17:27:40 PDT 1998IDRON: I do not speak German but I do speak Spanish and Spanish has the same thing. Estas means you are but only close relatives or very close friends would use it. The proper term for addresing another person is the third person with clauses added.
i actually don't think this was a factor; Steffi's English was flawless so flawless as to be irritating at times. And I think the term "bitch" would be insulting regardless of degree of famlliarity.
Jonah: CHeeseheads is a term in the US used for people from Wisconsin. More specifically it is used for fans of the Green Bay Packers football team which is from Wisconsin. At a Packers game you can see Green Bay fans sitting with large plastic chesses on top of their heads to show their loyalty.....
Good to hear from Australia.
"Here we are in New South Wales
Sheering sheep as big as whales
with leather necks, and daggy tails
and Hides as tough as Rusty Nails!"One of the great things about this site is hearing from people in different countries. I am
hoping for some tales from my ancestral homeland
(at least on my mom's side) Ireland. Anyone out there?dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Thu Sep 17 21:06:35 Eastern Daylight Time 1998I will be contributing my own stories soon, but I would like to ask the regular posters to please email personal comments to each other; as opposed to posting them for all to see who check back regularly for actual story posts or very brief words of encouragement.
-Thank you; I apologise to Canuck if I am speaking out of line or appear to be 'police-ing' the site.
Tieher
Fri Sep 18 12:37:00 1998After reading this page and coming across what Pete had to say I figure I should write about an
experience I had in college. I loved being tied up for as long as I can remember, don't really remember any specific incident except the usual cowboy and indian games as a kid.
On the last night of a ski trip as I got back to the room, I was jumped from behind and wrestled to the floor(it was other people from the trip that got back before I did) and even though I struggled they were able to get my arms behind my back...to make a long story short...I ended up tied up gagged and blindfolded...with ALOT of rope and still wearing my 1 piece snowsuit. After that, I was stuffed into my mummy sleeping bag(we shared a room and I got the floor) and tied a heck of alot more rope! Needless to say I spent most of the evening that way.
Well all I can say is.. Pete you are not alone when it comes to liking snowsuits and sleeping bag!!!PB
Fri Sep 18 22:40:09 1998Matt, Please e-mail me. I love your posting, and i want to hear more. My e-mail is. DesiRo@juno.com
Desiro@juno.com
Desiro@juno.com
Fri Sep 18 20:55:06 PDT 1998TIeher, Welcome!
However, if you read the mainpage Canuck states that discussions about these stories are welcome as well as the stories themselves.It gives this page a friendly air that helps makes it unique.
I'm looking foreward to reading your stories!dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
It sounds like most of you had very exciting childhood experiences. I only had two bondage experiences while growing up, but I'd like to share them with you.
Both incidents occurred at the house of a friend of mine whose name was Gordon. We were both around 12 years old. Another friend of his whose name I no longer remember was also there in the first incident.
We were playing in Gordon's basement. We couldn't go out because it was a rainy day. We were getting quite bored being inside with nothing to do.
"Anybody got any ideas for a game?" Gordon's other friend asked.
"I have," said Gordon. "How about if I tie you guys up and see if yu can escape?"
The other fellow and I agreed to go along with it. Inwardly I was thrilled. I had always been fascinated by scenes in movies when anyone, especially the hero, was bound and gagged. This sounded like my big opportunity to experience a bondage situation first hand!
Gordon found some rope and he tied our hands behind our backs. Then he spread a blanket on the cement floor and suggested that we lie down on it back to back. Gordon then took another length of rope and tied our ankles together. Then he took yet another piece of rope and tied it tightly around both of us.
Gordon stepped back and surveyed his handiwork. "Now let's see you guys get out of that!" he chuckled.(to be continued)
Gagless
Sat Sep 19 10:25:05 PDT 1998Part 1
I remember my first bondage experience like it was yesterday. I was young, and had been admiring detective magazine covers at any and every store that carried them. I didn't know what "bondage" meant, but I knew the sight of a pretty woman all bound and gagged really excited me.
So when my older, 25-year-old aunt, told me that I could tie her up if I just let her watch her show on TV, I just about lost it. While she watched, I gathered some rope and a couple bandanas. After the show I returned with an ear-to-ear grin, rope in hand. My goal was to recreate my detective magazine covers.
"Ready?" I asked. She smiled and answered, "How do you want me?"
Markus
Sat Sep 19 10:30:36 PDT 1998Part 2
It's probably not such a great idea to give a boy that much power, but I loved my aunt all the more for it. I told her to sit on the floor, and I grabbed the first length of rope. It was summer and she wore a halter top (it was the '70s) and a pair of tight shorts. I slipped off her sneakers and tied her ankles together, rather tightly, as I got carried away. She tested the ropes, commented on the "snugness" (her words, not mine) and asked if i was finished. I laughed and grabbed some more rope. I tied her wrists behind her, using a lot of rope. I stood back and asked her if she could get free, and smiled as she struggled to try to get loose. What a sight! After a moment I told her I wasn't finished yet, and she said, "What's left? Are you going to gag me? Tie my knees?"
The way I figured it, this was probably going to be my only chance, so I decided to go for it. I answered her, "All those things," and she sat still and waited for me to finish.
Markus
markus
Sat Sep 19 10:33:36 PDT 1998Part 3
I took the longest piece of rope I had and tied it around her upper arms and chest, wrapping it above and below her breasts. She had medum to large breasts, and the sight and feel of the rope wrapping around them was incredible. After about 12 or so turns, I still had enough rope left to wrap around her waist and tie her knees together. Finally my masterpiece was just about finished.
I stepped back and looked down at my helpless captive. She looked up with a look I never saw in my strong-willed aunt. She looked vulnerable, and very sexy.
"All finished?" she asked again. "Almost," I said. I grabbed a blue bandanna and gagged her with it. I pulled it tight enough so that it wouldn't fall off or she couldn't bite her way out of it too easily. I stood back and said, "Now, I'm finished. It's your turn -- you have to try to escape."
And try she did. I never saw anyone struggle so much. She wriggled around on the floor, moving her arms, elbows and wrists as much as she could manage. She shook her legs back and forth, and finally managed to loosen the ropes around her breasts. She reached down to her ankles (it looked like she was hogtied) and tried to reach the knot holding her ankles in place. After about 20 minutes, she was sweating and breathing hard. i took off her gag and asked if she wanted me to untie her. She said, "NO! I'll get it in just a few more minutes." So I re-gagged her and watched the show. She finally freed herself after another half-hour of intense struggling. Just as I picked up the ropes, my dad walked in, and asked my aunt if I had behaved while he was gone. She said I was "Good as can be," and winked at me.
To this day, I never got another shot at my aunt. But my experience opened up yet another that lasted for years after. You see, my aunt (by marriage, not mom's or dad's sister) had two girls, my new cousins. They were my age, and just as adventurous as their mother. About a week after the "session" with my aunt, I was playing with my n
markus
Sat Sep 19 10:37:56 PDT 1998Part 4
cousins at their house, and I snuck into my aunts room to ask her if I could tie her up again. She said no, but called in her oldest daughter (she was 1 1/2 years older than me, slim with long black hair) and told her daughter to let me tie her up. I was ambarrased, but relieved when the daughter (my new cousin) said, "Sure, I love to get tied up!" Off we went to create another hundred or so stories. But that's another story alltogether.
markus
Sat Sep 19 10:47:56 PDT 1998When I was a little older (about 12) I used to visit with a married couple who lived a couple of streets over. They liked me over because I would show attention to their sons, even though they were younger than I was. Wilbur and Sharon were in their mid twenties, although to me they were just 'grown-ups.' One autumn day I went over to visit and play with my friends. Sharon told me to come inside when I knocked on the door. She was about medium height, thin, and had beautiful, long red hair. 'The kids are gone to their grandma's for the weekend Marshall,' she told me. I replied that I would come back later when they were home, and turned to go. Sharon called me back though, asking if I would like a cold drink. I said 'sure,' and we went into the kitchen to get it. Sharon poured the cola into a glass and told me to sit down, and I did, while she stood putting away dishes. While I was drinking, it seemed that she was getting nervous and almost broke a couple of dishes. Then, she turned around as if making up her mind. "Marshall" she said, 'would you like to make a dollar?' My eyes lit up. She laughed a little nervously, and said 'well?' I said 'sure, but what do you want me to do?' Sitting down, she took a deep breath, and said that she and Wilbur had been playing a game, rather like cops and robbers, and that she was had to play like she was the victim of a kidnap later in the day.
“So,” she said, “I need to get someone to tie me up. If you do a good job, I’ll pay you a dollar tomorrow.” I said “ok…but I don’t know how” (of course, I was lying. But, here I was, a young bondage fetishist, trying my best not to turn crimson. Now, of course, I remember that she was too.)
Sharon stood up, and told me to finish my coke, and wait for her in the living room. I watched a few minutes of TV, when she came back in the living room, wearing a bathrobe. She pulled the drapes and locked the front door. Turning, she told me that I had to go out the back door, and mmarshal
Sat Sep 19 10:51:24 PDT 1998and make sure it was locked on the way out. Then, Sharon got a box from their closet, and put it on the living room table. I could tell she was getting even more nervous. “Marshall, can you promise to keep this a secret?” I said sure, and she said, “Well, if you promise, then I’ll pay you two dollars, OK?” I just shook my head yes. Untying the robe, she took it off and laid it on the chair back. Sharon was wearing a white bra and white cable tights with heels. I turned crimson at this point, even though her outfit was rated no more that PG. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything about it. Sharon opened the box, and showed me a pile of cotton sash cord. “Ok, Marshall..First you have to tie my feet together,” and handed me a long piece of the cord. My hands were trembling, but I managed to get the rope started around her ankles, and wrapping about ten times around them, tied a strong knot. I looked up to see if it was too tight, and she smiled. “Looks like you’ve played kidnap before, huh?” I stammered out a ‘yes.’
“What next, Sharon?” I asked. She handed me another piece of rope and said to tie her hands next. “OK” I replied, walking behind where she sat on the low table. “Put your hands behind you.”
She giggled, and put her wrists behind her. I tied them together tightly, and then got the next piece of sash cord. “Ok, Marshall,” she said, “ need to move to the couch now.” “Not yet, Sharon,” I said, (grinning like the proverbial possum.) Taking another piece of rope, I tied her elbows. She wasn’t loose jointed, like some people, so I had to settle for getting her elbows about 5 inches apart. “My,” she said, “You are good at this!”
I tied her knees together, then stepped back and admired my handiwork. “You look pretty, Sharon, “ I told her. She blushed this time, and taking another deep breath, told me to look under a large envelope in the box. I did, and found a golf ball with macramé cord through it, and tied in several knots.marshall
Sat Sep 19 10:56:23 PDT 1998Looking at Sharon, I played the innocent, and said, “What is this?” She said that it was to keep her quiet, and that I should put it on her. So, I put the ball in her mouth, and tied the cord behind her head. She spit the ball out and looked at me. “Marshall, you have to tie it way tighter than that.” So, I retied it, and this time, was a bit more firm. The extra knots were from a cord tied to the first on either side of the ball, meeting just above her eyes, and tying to the back. When I finished, I knew that she was not making much noise.
Sharon stood up, and then lay down on her stomach on the couch. Taking a last piece of rope, I tied her ankles to her hands, making a hog tie. I stood for a couple of minutes (maybe more) watching a lovely woman, dressed in tights and bra, tied very tightly. WOW!
I knew that Wilbur would be home soon, so I let myself out the back after checking that Sharon was ok. I did grab a coke on my way out. I was halfway up the street when Sharon’s’ husband passed me on his way to a big surprise.marshall
Sat Sep 19 21:26:42 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Game of Soldiers (Part 1)
This is another tale from my childhood. It would have been in about 1967, when I was 13, my brother Bob 12 and his friend Jon (yes, Jon(McA) who also posts stories here) probably 11.
In a one of his stories (in the May archive), Jon(McA) described the "burglar" game we played at one time. The problem was that the game depended to some extent on physical strength. In consequence, whichever team had the smallest player (usually Jon, who was youngest) was virtually guaranteed to lose.
We evolved a slightly different game called "Commandos" or "Spies" or "Red Indians" or "Man from UNCLE" according to recent television viewing, whim, location and, sometimes, costume. Whichever scenario, the rules were the same. If you successfully stalked one of the others, you tapped them on the shoulder and they were officially "caught". Once "caught" you had to submit to being tied up, usually gagged and sometimes blindfolded by your captor. If you came across one of the others tied up (but not by you) you had to release them and were immune from immediately being "caught" by them until you had left the vicinity. The winner was whoever managed to catch all the others. The game was usually played just by Bob, Jon and me, but my friend "Janet" and occasionally others sometimes joined in. The emphasis was on skill in creeping up and we were fairly evenly matched. It wasn't much of a game, but it passed the odd afternoon.
Things went a bit wrong when Bob and Jon started using the game as a means of getting me out of the way so they could do something on their own. I found myself tied up by one or the other of them then not being freed for a very long time. This happened two or three days running one school holiday (Autumn half term week I think) and I began to suspect that the boys were off doing something else while I was still tied up.
Gillian B
Sat Sep 19 21:27:43 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Game of Soldiers (Part 2)
The variation we were playing was the "Commando" game, which basically meant that we played it in the garden, wore jeans and sweaters and woolly hats and crawled about a lot. (Cultural note: "Commandos" are British marines - seaborne soldiers.) Anyway, I found myself propped up against a tree. I had socks over my hands and my wrists were tied behind my back with one of my Mum's old nylon stockings. My ankles and knees were tied the same way. My school scarf was tightly tied round my upper arms and chest. I was cleave gagged with one of my own long hockey socks and blindfolded with another. I was completely unable to free myself and was getting very bored and not a little irritated sitting there chewing on a sock. Worse still, a fly kept landing on my face. (Let me tell you, having a fly crawl across your nose when you are tied up, gagged and blindfolded is on a par with the Chinese water torture.)
I could hear my Mum pottering around in the garden. She usually just left us to our own devices whatever peculiar games we were playing, but I made lots of urgent-sounding noises through my gag and she came over to me. Mum sat down beside me, removed my blindfold and ungagged me. I said that I thought the boys had wandered off and told her just how cross I was feeling. She agreed that it sounded unfair and went to investigate. She came back a few moments later and confirmed that the boys had gone back into the house and were watching something on television. She untied me and we plotted together to turn the tables the next day.
Gillian B
Sat Sep 19 21:28:20 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Game of Soldiers (Part 3)
We suspected that the boys were working together and had an arrangement that whoever found and tied me first would alert the other so they could meet up somewhere else in the garden. Mum came up with the idea of using me as a decoy. We chose a quiet corner of the garden. Mum deliberately chose a tie-up (actually a fake tie up) that was different from any usually used by me or by the boys just to arouse curiosity. First, she tied my ankles with a scarf but didn't tie a proper knot - just a half hitch. Next she simulated tying my wrists in front of me by wrapping a scarf tightly round them but instead of tying a knot, she put the ends into my hands to hold secure. Then, with me sitting on the ground with my knees bent up, she pushed my "tied" wrists down to mid-shin level, so I was hugging my knees. Lastly, she looped a scarf round both my elbows, passing below my knees and this time used a real knot. This tie-up would have been very snug and secure if it had more knots in it. To finish off, Mum tied a scarf over my mouth so it would look as if I was gagged and hid herself nearby armed with scarves and stockings while we waited. (Winter scarves supplemented by socks and stockings were our preferred tying up equipment at that time.)
Bob happened on the scene first. He was surprised to see me already tied up and came over to me to investigate more closely. While he was inspecting my bonds, I let go of my fake wrist binding and pulled my arms free of the loop under my knees. Bob's attention was held by my sudden release and Mum pounced while he was distracted. She tied his wrists behind his back with a scarf, tied his ankles with another and then hitched them together into a hog-tie with a long sock. Another sock served as a gag. (This was the first time I had seen a hog-tie and I was most impressed.) By the end of the process I had freed myself and was able to help hold him down.
Gillian B
Sat Sep 19 21:28:54 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Game of Soldiers (Part 4)
Bob was now the bait. Jon came on the scene a few minutes later and looked startled. This clearly wasn't in their plan. While he hesitated, we made our move and a few moments later Jon was hog-tied too.
Mum and I had further plans. Between us, we carried first Bob and then Jon to the lawn at the back of the house. The washing line ran between a steel pole set in the lawn and a hook in the back wall of the house. One at a time, we undid the boys' hog-ties and propped them up sitting with their backs against the pole. We re-tied their hands in front of them and tied them back-to-back with long scarves round them and the pole at chest and waist level, also pinning their arms to their sides. Their ankles were already tied and we added another scarf just below knee level. Finally, we hitched their wrist and knee bindings with a stocking each, preventing them from lifting their hands up to their gags.
Just as the boys had tied me up and gone to do something else, so it was my turn now. Mum had planned this part with me too. It was lunch time, so Mum brought a picnic lunch out of the house which we proceeded to enjoy on the lawn in front of the boys as we soaked up the autumn sunshine. Of course we untied the boys and let them join in a bit later, but only after Mum and I had already eaten the best bits.
Moral: A big sister is not to be trifled with and will have her vengeance if crossed.
Gillian B
Sat Sep 19 22:45:42 UTC+0100 1998Greetings one and all!
Gillian: Another skeleton comes clattering out of the cupboard of my mis-spent youth! Well told and with nothing like the venom I surely deserved.
Dudalb: Battle lines drawn nicely (if a little alarmingly). Presumably open warfare to follow. I wait in eager anticipation. (I've seen TV miniseries with less content than this.)
Marshall and Markus: Good stories, but I don't think there's any need to post both to Bob's site and here. I think most readers of each site read both. You can always post a note on one site to say you've put a story on the other if you think folks might miss something. Keep writing anyway!
Jon (McA)
Sun Sep 20 08:50:43 UTC+0800 1998nice story,marshall.i will be posting some stories soon
cyclone
Sun Sep 20 11:02:22 EDT 1998Marshall,great story....
dave
suitntienc
Mon Sep 21 09:51:30 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998someone ( NoHyphen ) e-mailed me today to answer my Question of the Week and also to make the following point. I'm copying what he said. I'm also going to post this to see what regular posters think, to see if there could be a demand for a new comments only page on each site. I have emailed Canuck and Bob as well on this subject
HE wrote:
"I do not think Bob's page is the right place for this kind of discussion."
I responded by saying:
I actually think you may have a point there. One or two others posted to say the same thing, that the pages are really for stories only not discussion or idle chit chatmason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Mon Sep 21 09:53:18 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Its a hard one isn'it?
Canuck does feel that it should be more than just stories but a genuine forum where people like us can communicate with each other in a safe supportive way. The reason these sites are so popular ( especially with the girls! ) is because it not only seen as safe and supportive and the fact it does not cater for people into SM or power exchange games like whipping, just straight bondage. It seems to be one of very few on the Net that does in this manner, hence the perceived need to act as a forum too for like-minded enthusiasts especially those worried about their own sexuality
One of the reasons I decided to post a Question of the week was to also cater to those running out of true stories to tell so they could still be involved on the site.
Perhaps I could suggest to Canuck and Bob that a new page could be added to each of their websites that would be strictly for general discussion, discussing issues, asking questions,for example, "Alex, when will you finish your story?", comments, jokes etc. That kind of stuff, thereby freeing up the story pages for stories only.
What do you all think?
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Sep 20 20:49:34 1998Someone asked a while back about true story's about being tied up in sleeping bags. when I was much younger (about 12 or so) my friends tied my up in a sleeping bag to see if I could get out of it. They wrapped my arms and legs about every foot or so and I was laying on the floor like a mummy. I was triyng to get loose for about 10 minutes when his sister and some of her freinds came in. This took place in the summer in my friend Bill's finished garage where we were sleeping over. It was more like a rec room than a garage in the summer. Anyway two of the girls came right over and stood very close to where my head stuck out of the bag and started taunting me about being tied up. I was hamming it up abit and swinging my head back and forh while telling them to untie me. Bill's sister asked me why I wanted to be untied."Aren't you comfortable?"
"I can't move. I can't move!!" I was yelling.
"Sure you can." she shot back "You can move your head."
"Not if I do this" her friend said and put her foot down on the side of my head.
She kept it there for sometime before they all helped to untie me. This is the first time I ever wrote about this and it had a lasting effect on my life but as stated before most of the storys on line deal with a very extreme nature of bondage .Thanks to all involved for this site and I look forward to reading more true storysCarl
Sun Sep 20 20:49:24 EDT 1998This is my first tme writing, I'll try my best.
When I was about 12 years old, me, my brother,and my two friends, Ben and Sarah would play Dragons and Castles. I was always the dragon and the other three were knights. One day when we were all redy to play, Sarah came by wearing a pink princess gown and long white gloves (she looked alot like the princess from Super Mario Bros.). But the weirder thing was she was also wearing a pink swimming cap on her head. We asked her what she was up to, she replide "I want to be a princess this time, taken captive by the dragon"
We shruged and said okay. Both me and her went inside the house while my brother and Ben fought out side.
"So" I said, "What's with the swimming cap?"
She smiled and siad "I couldn't find a crown, so I woar this."
"Oh"
"Well" she continued "I'm your captive, you know what you have to do?"
Being clueless, I said "What?"
"You have to tie me up."
Now at my age, I didn't know this was a sexual turn on at the time (although I think she did). I just shruged an okay and went to get some stuff.
I got a roll of duct tape and some rope and we went into my room. She grabbed a chair and sat down with her arms behind it.
"You've been looking forward to this?" I asked.
She just smiled and continued to sit.
I grabbed the duct tape and was about ready to tie her hands.
"Stop!" she yelled "I don't want my gloves to get sticky."
She then took off the gloves and set them on the floor. Now I could tie her hands, as I did. With her gloves off and her hands tied behind the chair, I started to wrap a rope around her arms and waist. She didn't say a word while I was doing it, but she still had a slight smile. She HAS been waiting for this.
Now she was fully tied to the chair, arms, waist, and all. I didn't know what to say but "Too tight?"
"No" she said "But aren't you forgeting something?"
"What?"
"I could scream for help, you have to gag me."
This was turning out to be a wierd sixty minutes. Alright, I tWalker D.
Tue Sep 22 01:37:34 Pacific Daylight Time 1998This is one of the better sites i have found on the net. Also i am looking for stories from later in life not just childhood thou it is nice to go back in time.
I am new but i have fantasies about Fem-Dom and am looking for to fill that hunger if anyone out there can help send me an email. Since this is the only outlet i have in a small town.certified
sir_heart_@hotmail.com
Tue Sep 22 08:26:31 1998When I was quite but not very young I enjoyed television - the scenes in which guys were tied up and gagged. Understand; Hollywood had a visual sense of bondage and no one was ever gagged with duct tape, or had a handkerchief balled up and stuffed into their mouth secured by a rolled up T-shirt, pillowcase or necktie. No, gags were very pretty. They were all white, all carefully folded with a little triangle at the bottom and tied over top the mouth. Among novices this kind of gag is still popular. They don’t work worth a damn - but damn they look good.
I never imagined myself as victim in those days. I was gonna tie someone else up and damned if they weren’t going to be tied tight and gagged good! Of course the gag would be a rolled up length of cloth tied in and not over their mouth.
Well, that’s background. To move ahead a chapter, I’m 13 years old now and my best friend, David, has a younger brother named Allan.
David was the class clown. He wasn’t very athletic - not at all in fact -but he was very popular. We met with the guys once or twice a week to play football. Not touch football, tackle football: one rule only - to count two Mississippi’s before rushing the quarterback. Other nights we met at Gordon’s house to play "rumble" in the back yard. In rumble you don’t count Mississippi, you just rumble. No, you don’t fight and you don’t exchange punches. You rumble. You take a guy down. You put him in a headlock or scissors and you make him say "Uncle," or something like that. It must have been pretty violent for a parent to watch but there were unwritten rules and no one ever got hurt.
gwgboy
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Tue Sep 22 08:28:16 1998So, David, the class clown, and his brother Allan? Who knows why or how, and I haven’t asked David to tell you the truth, but he didn’t once, not twice nor thrice - but every time I went to his house say, " I wish Allan wasn’t here, that he was bound and gagged and left in a closet. " So how did my beginning start? David, Allan and myself were downstairs at their place one afternoon; a Saturday I think. David, as usual, was putting Allan down and acting like an older, annoying brother. Allan, as usual, was trying to fend for himself and be treated as a peer. I was seated on the couch, next to Allan, and David was seated in a rocker chair nearby. God only knows what Allan said: I don’t remember. But given what David had said so many times about Allan and closets and my own fascination with what I had seen on television, what happened next shouldn’t be surprising. I reached behind Allan’s neck with my left arm and clamped my hand over his mouth. I pulled him towards me and with my right arm pinioned his arms behind his back. Without ropes or cloths he was effectively bound and gagged.
It seemed like quite awhile but was probably only seconds before David loudly asked, "Do you want me to get a gag?" I did, but also suggested that David "bring some rope." David got up to find the necessary things. Allan was amazingly calm in the face of this adversity. In fact he didn’t move a muscle. Not until David returned with what turned out to be a length of cloth and a few feet of string. I mean fragile, easy to break string. We tied Allan up quickly and he just as speedily broke free and ran upstairs; David and I in pursuit. It wasn’t easy dragging him back down the stairs. By now Allan wasn’t nearly so compliant and when I had him under control again I knew it wasn’t going to be so easy as in the movies. I sent David back upstairs in search of tape. "We don’t have any rope that’s better," David had explained. He returned with Band-Aids and a second length of cloth.
gwgboy
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Tue Sep 22 08:30:03 1998The Band-Aids, even I knew, were less than useless. We finally succeeded in tying Allan’s hands behind his back with a length of cloth and tying his feet with the string. The second length of cloth David insisted upon gagging Allan with over and across his mouth. Allan tucked in his chin and moved his lips to remove that gag within, oh I’d say, two seconds. I approached him from in front. Allan was seated against the floor against a wall facing forward. I rolled the length of cloth up and placed the gag into his mouth, tying it behind his neck. So gagged, Allan said something approaching, "wu battard." I don’t think it was a compliment.
We left Allan alone. Despite what I had seen on television, it didn’t take Allan hours and hours to get fee. It took him a couple of minutes to free his gag and a few seconds more to stand. It took less than a minute for Allan to free his legs. I offered to untie his hands but Allan demurred. "I’ll do it myself" he asserted and went upstairs. I think he went to a mirror to survey himself tied up. When Allan came back downstairs five minutes or so later - he was as free as could be.
Was anything said between us? No. Did Allan get tied up again? No. It wasn’t till I became a "victim" myself that I understood why.
This happens to be a true story. No one but Allan, David and I know.
gwgboy
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Thu Sep 24 14:03:15 CDT 1998Gillian:
Great story. It has been a while since we were blessed by one of your tales. As I have said before, your mom is a special lady as you seem to be. I wish I had grown up with you! Thanks for sharing your memories. You are the greatest.mike
mimede@usit.net
Fri Aug 28 16:01:04 Eastern Daylight Time 1998Mason, I appreciate your affirmation w/r/t my post. Nicky gets hers was fantastic, great detail and I look forward to future posts from you. I was suprised to read you describe Nicky's jumper as a long sleeved shirt. I am not an Aussie but I have a friend who is and she described a jumper as a t-shirt, except with long sleeves. Have you been watching Yankie tv? But anyway, have you had any recent bondage experiences?
Gloucester
moody@inet.net
Thu Sep 24 16:54:44 Eastern Daylight Time 19981 of 6
Much of my early experience involved three local girls in the neighborhood I grew up in as a child, we played the usual games; cops & robbers (the plastic cuffs were very handy), cowboys & Indians, board games etc. but the more extensive, and memorable, bondage occurred in our early teens. When we were kids the bondage was limited to simple tie-ups (round the tree sort of thing) because they were more innocent games at the time. We were close in age; I the oldest, they within 2 years of each other. I'll name them Liz same age as I, pretty, with medium length blonde hair, average height, slim; Rebecca, one year younger, beautiful (we had a mutual crush we discovered later), brown hair, almost my height (tall), slim; and Sally two years younger, dark medium-length hair, cute, short and athletically built (yes, she had a thing for sports), and sister to Liz. Liz was generally fun but had a cruel streak; Sally, her sister, had a tendency to be loud, if not bratty, and was her 'accomplice' in many practical jokes (although 'crimes' would be more appropo); Rebecca, was quieter and sweet, I had a crush on her since I was 12, she liked me even before that as I found out later. We lived nearby each other so we spent quite a bit of time with each other, our parents were friends for some time. We spent time at each other's house, normally with someone's parents present, but in the summer we spent more time at my place (I had a bigger pool).
Tieher
Thu Sep 24 16:58:01 Eastern Daylight Time 19982 of 6
Our experience began during my thirteenth summer, a time when our usual childhood games just wouldn't do anymore. My parents were usually at work during the day at the time and thought that I, a thirteen year old at the time, was mature enough to look after myself; of course they were more at ease considering it was a safe enough neighorhood and our next door neighbors were a retired couple who occasionally checked up on me. This arrangement gave us quite a bit of freedom for some of our activities, as you are about to read..
The Ambush - Part I
It was a hot summer day and I decided to lay out in the backyard, in the shade, on a lawn chair near the pool in my bathing trunks to relax and wait for the girls to show up; the four of us spent quite a bit of time together that summer since my male friends were away with their families. We usually didn't have set plans, but on this particular day the girls had something in mind. I was lying on my stomach when I heard footsteps coming in through the gate, along with giggling. At the time my eyes were closed; I recognised their voices but since I wasn't expecting what was about to happen next I didn't bother opening my eyes, I just expected them to settle nearby to talk. I heard them stop near me, standing over me, still giggling. Now a little annoyed, I asked:"What is so fun-" while saying this and opening my eyes I froze; directly in front of me was Rebecca, holding lengths of clothesline.
Tieher
Thu Sep 24 17:01:49 Eastern Daylight Time 19983 of 6
Before I could even react, Liz and Sally, who positioned themselves on either side of me, pounced. They both grabbed my arms and forced them behind me "What are you doing?!" I responded. They ignored my protests while Rebecca bound my wrists with rope. She wrapped each wrist a couple of times, then cinched them together wrapping over vertically; not very effective I thought but enough to hold me for a while. I asked again what they were up to and Liz responded with:"We just came up with this game on the way over..." I was starting to speak but Sally began stuffing a sock in my mouth, quickly followed by a bandanna tied into a cleave gag ('Some game' I thought, 'knowing Liz she'll probably dunk me into the pool like this.'). I then began to struggle in earnest (I admit not putting up much of a fight at first) but they now had a greater advantage over me. Liz:"We're out of rope, I think I saw some in the garage the other day, Rebecca, Sally, why don't you hold him down while I get it?" I rolled over to try and stand but Rebecca quickly straddled and sat on my legs, effectively pinning me down.
Tieher
Thu Sep 24 17:07:11 Eastern Daylight Time 19984 of 6
I noticed she was wearing t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, no socks. The other girls were dressed similarly except with socks leading me to the conclusion of where my gag came from. Rebecca was smiling at me, asking if I was comfortable, to which I mmph-ed a half-hearted protest; I was actually starting to enjoy the situation. Here were three cute girls, pinning me down, keeping me at their mercy. You could say I unintentionally 'rose to the occasion'. I only hoped they wouldn't notice, I would of been mortified. Before long Liz returned with some rope my father kept in the garage, and began to tie my ankles, tightly, about four loops around with a square knot, quickly followed with a couple of wraps above my knees. "Your probably wondering what we're going to do now." said Liz, smiling triumphantly while the other two giggled. I have to admit I was excited beyond words, at the anticipation of what these three might do. By this time they stood over me looking down, quickly noticing my 'anticipation' to my utter embarrassment. Rebecca appeared to turn red, Sally's eyes widened, and Liz burst out laughing. "I have an idea." Liz said maniacally, now of course I worried.
Tieher
Thu Sep 24 17:10:26 Eastern Daylight Time 19985 of 6
While Liz ran back into the house, I struggled at my bonds and desperately mmphed for Rebecca and Sally to release me. Rebecca then sat down by my feet and began to tickle them, not realizing my feet weren't very ticklish but I nevertheless put up a struggle to which Sally joined in and began on my ribs. After about a minute of this I saw them look up behind me towards the house. Rebecca's eyes widened:"Wait Liz Don't-!" At this point, I couldn't see Liz approach since she was behind me, so I didn't see what was coming. Rebecca and Sally quickly jumped off the chair barely avoiding the cold water Liz was now pouring over me from a bucket:"This'll cool you off!" she shouted while drenching me. While she stood by laughing Rebecca patted me off with a towel after noticing me shiver; you can say it cooled, and ticked, me off considerably- one thing I always hated was being hit suddenly by water, be it hose, water balloon, or splash. I protested quite a bit through my gag to be released, now angered, but Liz stood strong:"Let's leave him here while we go watch TV.." The three of them walked into the house, after Rebecca left me covered with the towel.
Tieher
Thu Sep 24 17:13:36 Eastern Daylight Time 19986 of 6
After they disappeared inside I began to work at my wrist knot, thankful Rebecca didn't do a thorough job as Liz would have. I took advantage of the slight slack between my wrists, and began to move them back and forth until I was finally able to reach the knot and work it free after a couple of minutes. My legs were tied rather tightly (and painfully), so I kept them still and focused on my hands. I then pulled one wrist free (and nearly dislocating my shoulder at the same time!) and I then untied my legs and gag. I then gathered up the ropes and proceeded to the house with the idea of revenge. I carefully peaked through the sliding doors to see if I could surpise them somehow considering it was three against one. The girls were watching TV so it appeared I would have to wait either for them to exit one at a time or leave the room; I then thought of waiting for another time. Just then one of the neighbors called over to me if my friends and I would like to join them for lunch (I then wondered if they noticed my predicament, or simply heard the giggling earlier). The girls then turned in my direction and noticed me now standing in the open. "Looks like you should of done a little better with the knots, Rebecca." was all Liz said. I responded:"I hope you know I'm going to pay you back for this." Liz:"Yea, you wish.." They broke out laughing, while I smiled, knowing that revenge was going to be so sweet...
-Coming soon: "Retribution"
Tieher
Fri Sep 25 00:32:45 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (Part 1)
I went to an all-girls grammar school, which made the choice of material for school plays a bit tricky - it's hard to do most Shakespeare with an all-female cast! In my later years at school, we opened auditions to boys from the "other" grammar school in town. One such production was Richard III.
We switched gender on several of the main characters to boost the female/male ratio and we set the play in the then present day (1971 when we were doing it). We turned most characters' titles (they're nearly all lords of one kind or another) into surnames, so my part, Lord Hastings, became Dr Hastings. In the play, Hastings is effectively the Prime Minister at the time of Richard's coup d'etat, so making it a female part was quite radical at the time.
Hastings eventually falls foul of Richard's plans and is summarily executed. In our analysis of the play, we regarded this as the turning point in the action when the gloves come off and Richard reveals himself for the monster he really is. (I think I would disagree with that now, but no matter.) Accordingly, we decided to play this up for all it was worth. Shakespeare has Hastings beheaded off stage, we went for a hanging in full public view.
Gillian B
Fri Sep 25 00:33:30 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (Part 2)
As we regarded Hastings' execution as pivotal, we put the intermission in our production immediately afterwards and this enabled us to do a more extravagant piece of stage business than would otherwise be practical. Hastings is accused of witchcraft by Richard at a cabinet meeting, arrested on the spot and dragged off. We staged this in a pool of light centrally on an otherwise dark stage. Richard and Hastings sat at opposite ends of a long table, with the other councillors ranged along the upstage side. Costume was modern - the other councillors (all men) were wearing dark suits or uniforms and to contrast, I was wearing a bright red sweater and a grey tweed skirt.
The arrest was carried out by two uniformed guards who dragged me off my chair, bound my wrists behind my back and then cut my exit speech off by cleave gagging me with a white cloth. The stage was immediately plunged into darkness. After about 10 seconds, the gallery we had along the back and left of the stage was lit from above and behind. I and my guards appeared at the centre of the back part of the gallery and immediately hurried to the front of the side part. By now my ankles were also tied and I was blindfolded. The guards carried me in a sitting position, one each side of me, with a third guard following. When they reached the end of the gallery, the third guard unhooked a noose from the side of the proscenium arch, put it over my head and tightened it round my neck. The two guards carrying me then just tossed me off the end of the gallery towards the audience. The rope was secured to the lighting gantry in the auditorium over about the fourth row of seating so I ended up swinging over the audience.
GIllian B
Fri Sep 25 00:34:04 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (Part 3)
As soon as I had been thrown off the gallery, the house lights went up for the interval and the audience trooped out for their coffee with me still dangling in the auditorium. The shock value was tremendous. I was actually above one of the gangways between blocks of seats, so it was fairly easy to lower me to the floor and for a bearer party to carry me off in a coffin (all done as if part of the play, because a few of the audience always stayed in during the intermission).
Now for the technical bits. A harness for hanging is a fairly standard piece of theatrical kit and we hired one. It basically consists of a heavy-duty corset made of nylon webbing tightened with velcro straps. It grips your body tightly from chest to hips and the friction here is what supports your weight. It also has straps between the legs and over the shoulders. A small steel ring behind the base of your neck is what actually holds you up. The rope for hanging had a karabiner (big metal clip as used by climbers) fastened to the end with a spliced loop (we didn't trust a becket hitch to hold). The noose is just cosmetic and slides freely on the main rope. When the noose was put round my neck, the main rope was also fastened to the harness using the karabiner and the ring on the back of the harness. This was also the reason I was wearing a sweater - it was opaque to hide the harness and had a high but stretchy collar to hide the karabiner.
Gillian B
Fri Sep 25 00:34:38 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (Part 4)
So far, so good. We were originally going to do it without me being bound, partly for speed but also so my character could walk to her death with dignity. The problem was that the jerk of the rope snatching tight bounced my arms like a broken doll - the tied wrists were to combat that effect. Tied ankles were really for modesty - I would be above the audience, and I didn't really want them to see my knickers! The jerk from the rope just about knocked the fillings out of my teeth, so the gag was partly to provide some cushioning. The blindfold was just so that I didn't have to worry about any facial expressions.
We originally lit the hanging with a single spotlight from the side, but as I was being hanged from the lighting gantry, the spot would bounce wildly as my (not inconsiderable) weight hit the rope. We switched to back-lighting after that.
The jolt knocked the wind out of me every time, but otherwise didn't hurt. Once "hanged", I tensed my whole body once then relaxed. This was partly for effect, but also re-distributed the tight spots the harness developed when it took my weight.
Gillian B
Fri Sep 25 00:35:08 GMT Daylight Time 1998A Good Old Fashioned English Hanging (Part 5)
Came the night of the technical rehearsal, we had all the details ironed out. Richard III gave his cue line and we went through the whole hanging business like clockwork. I hung there waiting to be lowered. Nothing happened. I assumed that a lighting hitch was being sorted out and carried on pretending to be dead. After an age, I was aware that I couldn't hear any noises, so I asked what was going on (as well as I could through my gag). No reply, so I waited a bit longer. Still no noises, so this time I yelled through my gag. I was getting rather peeved by this stage, so I started to see if I could get my wrist binding off. It wasn't too tight, so I was able to get my fingers to the knot after a bit of wriggling. Another two minutes had the rope off my wrists and I was able to remove my blindfold. As I looked down, I saw a circle of faces all looking up at me and grinning. "Bastards!" was one of my more printable comments once I had the gag off.
After they lowered me, it turned out that there had not only been a conspiracy, there had also been a sweepstake on how many minutes it would take for me to realise what had happened.
The dress rehearsal and the performances all went according to plan, with satisfying shocked gasps from the audience and the occasional scream as I was "hanged". From my perspective, it was a little arduous doing it every day, as a few tender spots developed. However, even though everything was under control and I knew it was under control, it remained absolutely terrifying being tossed off a gallery, bound gagged and blindfolded.
So there you are - how to hang a lady prime minister every night and twice on Saturdays, with relatively little wear and tear to the lady herself.
GIllian B
Fri Sep 25 10:03:17 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Gillian, I loved your story, it was very interesting. It certainly added a whole new dimension to Shakespeare....
You must have really enjoyed being bound and gagged for each show like that... lucky you!
Plaese keep posting!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Thu Sep 24 18:45:46 PDT 1998Tisher: Fun Story! Sounds like we had similiar ideas of entertainment as teenagers...
For those of you waiting for the next installment of the GIna Steffi wars my computer is going in for an upgrade and it might a week before I can start writing it. Sorry for the delay.
Gillian B: Nice job as usual...dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Fri Sep 25 22:56:12 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Nicky's retribution
Regular readers will remember my last post ( September 12th, Bobs site ) in which I very successfully tied up my next door neighbour and best friend, the lovely dark haired Nicole otherwise known as "Nicky" by all and sundry.
After untying Nicky, her famous last words had been, "But I owe you one now! Next time we get the chance, I'm going to tie you up just like that!"
I could hardly wait for it to happen and I had already decided to subtly let Nicky know that I would, indeed, enjoy a return match. At the time, as I have already said, I knew I liked to both tie and be tied up but not why. I had no way of understanding why I liked to be tied up much still less articulating my thoughts. How could I when I had never even heard the term, "bondage?" What I did know was it did seem "wrong" to want to be tied up. That much I certainly knew! This is a theme I have noticed many other posters to these sites express.
Therefore, I had no way of knowing whether Nicky felt the same way I did or whether bondage ( referred to as "tie-up games" or "tying up competitions" to us at the time ) was neither here or there to her. Looking back with hindsight, I think it is very likely that Nicky also enjoyed bondage more than she was letting on at the time. She certainly seemed to derive completely unfeigned pleasure from the way I had tied her up before. Without getting too rude or sexual, certainly many girls really appear to love a well-placed crotch rope or breast tie. I know that Nicky did!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Fri Sep 25 23:03:05 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998It was a week later Nicky finally got the chance to turn the tables on me and prove a point or two to me regarding tying up skills. Etcetera, etcetera. I think her determination to make me pay for the way I tied her up also may have had something to do with the way I had teased her throughout the week. I was still very much "cock-a-hoop" in the aggravating way small boys are, over the way I had bound and gagged Nicky like that and I had rarely missed an opportunity to stir her about it.
Once again, we had the house to ourselves. Nicky's family was out watching her two older 15 and 16 year old teenage brothers playing football ( Australian Rules football ) at an "away" match on the other side of Melbourne. Therefore they would not be back until quite late, a fact for which we were both grateful as neither of us got along with them at all. I was still smarting over the way one of them had nicked my bike while I wasn't looking and returned it in what could only be described as a rather battered condition. Relations between us had never been quite the same again. I was able to laugh about it eventually but that was not until many years later
For once, it was not raining either. It was a lovely warm and sunny day with little wind. Being winter, it was still cool but not cold. I had spent the best part of the morning wondering how to bring up the subject of my being tied up by Nicky given that I had absolutely no desire whatsoever to let her find out my real liking for bondage. It was Nicky who solved the problem for me.
Fri Sep 25 23:03:59 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"Hey, Mase, do you remember what I told you last week?" she asked, while pretending to feed her doll. ( we used to play cubby houses ALL the time too in between bike riding, drawing and tying each other up )
"No," I replied, "What are you talking about?"
Patiently, she explained that she "owed me one now" and she wanted to tie me up. There it was. Just like that. I still wonder if she ever realised just how delighted I was to hear her say that. Music to my tender young ears.
Of course, I had to shoot off my mouth, in the way young kids do and tease her that I would probably get free pretty quickly. I know for a fact, Nicky didn't like what I said because she sarcastically reminded me that I had only ever tied her up real good once ( last week ) while, on the other hand, I had been tied up heaps of times and it was always her who had to untie me. Ouch. How the mighty do fall.
"Ok, ok, you've said enough," I impatiently exclaimed, not willing to get embroiled in a argument I stood little chance of winning. Even at that young age, Nicky's feminine logic was already well developed.
Fri Sep 25 23:04:54 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Nicky gave me a smile of real triumph as she recognised my complaint as a sign of defeat, a subtle acknowledgment, that she did indeed have "the runs on the board," so to speak. ( a cricketing term for those unfamiliar with that expression ) Quickly, she got up and went to get the rope.
Almost immediately, I grew hard. Bondage has this effect on me, you see, Still does….
I simultaneously began to worry because I did not want Nicky to notice my "stick" as we called a 'hard on' or erection back then in the mid to late seventies, that forgettable decade of ABBA, flares and platform shoes.
After Nicky had returned with the rope that she would be using to tie ME up I asked her, "How do you want to tie me up? Like last week?" hoping she would put me into a hogtie like the one I had employed with such devastating effect earlier.
Her eventual answer horrified me. "No, not like that…" she mused, "We did that last week, I want to try something different this time"
"But you said you wanted to tie me up like last week! Remember?" I anxiously reminded her
Fri Sep 25 23:05:43 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"Yes, I know! I know that. But I want to do something different, Ok?" She was implacable. Perhaps she sensed my anxiety, I do not know. Whatever. In the end, she ordered me to stand next to the tree because she wanted to tie me to the tree.
No way I wanted to be tied to the tree for obvious reasons. And I let her know all about it, "Could you tie me up like I did last week?" I pleaded.
"No, I don't want to! Come on!" Saying so, Nicky dragged me up to my feet so she could tie me to the tree. While Nicky busied herself sorting out the rope, I turned my back to her and unobtrusively adjusted my "stick" which just would not go away. All I could do was take what was coming and hope like mad that she would not notice my embarrassing condition.
Eventually Nicky was ready to begin tying me to the tree she had selected. It was a youngish sort of Australian gum with a narrow five-inch wide trunk. The first ten feet from the ground, it rose as straight as a die before the first branches began sprouting outwards. The bark was pale white and yellow with tinges of green. It was very smooth, not in the least rough to the touch. Perfect for her purposes.
I hesitated, not liking the sound of this game at all. Maybe I had bad vibes even then. How amazingly prescient I was….
Fri Sep 25 23:06:34 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"Come on! What are you waiting for?" Nicky impatiently asked, holding a long coil of rope in one hand.
Facing the tree, I crossed my hands in front of me, with the trunk in between my body and my hands hoping Nicky would take the hint. She did not.
Nicky slapped my hands away, exclaiming, "No,no, not like that! Turn around! Yes like that! Put your hands behind your back!"
Defeated, I complied, hoping she would not notice my condition. There could be few more embarrassing things to a young boy of 12, on the verge of puberty than to have such a err… visible hard-on like that!
After carefully crossing my hands behind me in a "X" pattern, Nicky tied them very skilfully and tightly together. I was equally in ecstasy as the ropes tightened around my slim wrists as I was in agony due to THAT condition up front.
I knew that just tying me up was going to take a while. There was still a lot of rope carelessly heaped on the ground and I knew Nicky would want to use all of it, or as much as possible. Plenty of time to notice….
Fri Sep 25 23:07:29 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Nicky went right on tying me up. While she looped more and more rope around my chest and behind the bole of that tree, I surreptitiously tested my bonds. There was no slack or give in the ropes. The knots were also well out of reach. I would be staying put until she decided to let me go.
After attaching me to the tree in this fashion, Nicky wound yet still more rope around and around me, lashing both my body and arms to the tree. I still remember the way she really yanked on those ropes pulling as hard as she could.
I complained, "That's too tight!" Nicky must have been waiting for me to say this, for she hastily tied a knot to my chest ropes and reached into the pockets of her jeans.
She pulled out a long silk scarf and asked me if I promised to shut up."Why should I! Its too tight!" I moaned"
Fri Sep 25 23:08:11 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"Too bad!" Nicky sarcastically replied. "You gagged me last week so I'm going to do the same to you!" With that, I began thrashing my head around to no avail for Nicky gripped my throat and squeezed with one dainty hand until I began to gasp for breath. Her grip wasn't all that tight but it was tight enough to serve her purpose, "Stop behaving like that, ok?" she angrily asked, "I'm going to gag you and that's that! Fairs fair, remember?"
Defeated, I stood still and let her gag me. After carefully wettening a torn off portion of an old ( but clean ) T-shirt under the tap, Nicky balled it up and stuffed it into my mouth before tying the scarf very tightly around my head in opposite directions, making sure each loop went between my lips effectively cleave gagging me. And preventing any slippage too. Several loops later, Nicky knotted it very firmly behind my head.
"Mmmmpppfffppphhhhh" I quickly found I could not produce much more than very well muffled unintelligible grunts.
"That's better!" Nicky fairly beamed as she regarded me. "Let's get on with it!" Quickly, she untied the temporary knot and continued to bind my arms and torso to the tree. She used another, shorter piece of rope to cinch up my chest ropes. Nicky pulled so hard on the rope, I actually felt my breathing being constricted a little.
Fri Sep 25 23:08:58 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998I could not help wondering if James Bond or Super-duper-man would have been able to escape this tie up.
Suddenly, Nicky was all business. Without speaking to me, she took another loop and tied it around my waist and wrists pinning them to the tree in back before cinching the ropes between the trunk and my hands, removing any chance no matter how slim, I had of freeing myself and escaping Blofeld's clutches. Then she took another piece of rope and knotted one end to my waist rope. Nicky passed it under my thighs just as I had done to her a week ago and over the ropes cinching my wrists to the tree and back again, repeating several times before knotting everything off. I could not help marvelling how good those ropes felt especially the crotchrope.
I died a thousand deaths then for Nicky had to have noticed my condition especially since she had to pass the rope through my thighs and upwards forming a crotchrope of sorts. Fortunately she did not say anything so I began to hope she had not noticed.
Fri Sep 25 23:09:31 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998My legs followed next. Nicky lashed and cinched my thighs, knees and ankles together in turn, before tying my legs to the tree itself again at ankles, knees and thighs but in the opposite direction, beginning at my already bound ankles. She took care to cinch those ropes too, except for my thigh ropes for she was having difficulty passing the rope between my legs and the tree trunk, so tightly I was tied to the tree. Not for the first time, I wondered how a silly 12-year-old girl could get so good at tying someone up. (Now theres a politically incorrect thought for you all - why shouldn't a girl be just as good tying someone up as any guy? ) Mind you though, we had had plenty of practise already. But still!
My "stick" still had not gone away, despite the instructions from my brain to the contrary. In fact, if anything it was even harder than before, so good did those tight ropes feel.
"Well, that's it. I've finished!" Nicky smirked, "Try to get free from that! I bet you can't escape!" My eyes must have conveyed the same information for she laughed loudly. "One hour! Like last week, remember? You've got an hour to get free. You give up yet?" she asked.
I shook my head - no!
Fri Sep 25 23:10:12 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Nicky settled down on the bench to wait while I struggled, in vain to free myself. I could not believe how tightly Nicky had tied me up. I was really enjoying this but of course, no way I could tell her that.
Suddenly Nicky began to giggle then laugh, while staring fixedly and pointedly at my crotch. Sprung!
Has she seen it? I wondered. She had. Nicky stood up and began to laugh, whilst pointing at the large bulge in the crotch of my jeans between gulps of helpless laughter. Mean while I went very red in pure acute embarrassment.
"You like this do you?" She asked, You like being tied up?"
I shook my head and 'mmmph'd' frantically in a totally unconvincing denial.
"I think you like being tied up!" Nicky teased "Mason likes being tied up! He likes to be tied up!" chorusing this silly little refrain for a few minutes. Never mind she had obviously enjoyed being bound and gagged only a week ago. The difference was, being a girl I had no way of telling just how much she had enjoyed being tied up.
Fri Sep 25 23:10:59 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998I was absolutely mortified for Nicky had all too accurately guessed my deepest darkest secret - that I LIKED being tied up with that wonderful intuition only girls seem to be able to possess. I wanted to curl up and die.
What Nicky did next totally shocked me, for what happened was really quite unbelievable. I know it sounds unbelievable - but it really happened. Only someone who knew me as well as she did would have dared to do what she did. ( After all, we had known each other since childbirth and had even swum together sans clothes when the adults were not around to see what we were up to )
She strolled over and placed one hand on the bulge between my legs and gently squeezed, grinning at me before removing her grip and very slowly unzipping the fly of my jeans, asking me "Do you like being tied up?" I went berserk trying to escape but the ropes held me fast.
Then Nicky pounced. She quickly whipped my "stick" from out of its hiding place beneath my jocks out into plain view, and left it there. My embarrassment and the cold air achieved what my frantic thought commands could not do, for it shrivelled into nothingness, so to speak. My humiliation was complete.
Fri Sep 25 23:11:49 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998Meanwhile Nicky continued to laugh and point while periodically chorusing, "Mason likes to be tied up!"
After the longest half an hour in my life, ( actually it wasn't that bad once I had recovered from my embarrassment and Nicky stopped teasing me. ) Nicky finally began untying me, a process that took some while due to the seeming miles of rope she had used on me. However she refused to touch you-know-what, making me put it back where it had come from once my hands were freed.
After she had finished untying me, we relaxed with a cool soft drink each and settled back for the inevitable post-mortem. "That was funny!" Nicky giggled," I'm sorry I teased you"
"That's OK" Wisely, I decided to let sleeping dogs lie and to graciously accept Nicky's apology in the same spirit in which it was given.
Fri Sep 25 23:12:26 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998"But you did tease me an awful lot last week so I had to get my own back" she explained. I could not help feeling very relieved that Nicky was going to leave the matter at that. In fact, it was entirely possible that Nicky had not even associated my "stick" with my actually liking being tied up since, at our tender ages everything was innocent and non-sexual which was why she had had the confidence and nerve to do what she did.
"Well, that was lots of fun!" Nicky said, "We'll have to do this again soon. My turn to be tied up next, remember?" she reminded me. As if I did not know!
( to be continued )
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Fri Sep 25 15:25:46 CDT 1998Gillian,
Great story once again, but then there is nothing new about that. Evidently, your reputation preceeded(not sure about that spelling) you!Tieher,
Very nice story also. I look forward to the next installment.mike
mimede@usit.net
Fri Sep 25 19:58:06 PDT 1998Tieher:Sorry for mispelling your name.
dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Fri Sep 25 22:56:26 PDT 1998(Please Read SOAKING PRIVATE GINA before reading this one)>
For about two weeks after Gina got soaked all was quiet on the Gina-Steffi Front.
When they encountered each other they were coldly polite to each other. Once Steffi
actually made an friendly overture but was rebuffed. I guessed Gina’s reasoning right
away:You’ve gotten one up on me and of course you want to call it quits-no way, Jose.
I knew that poor Steffi could not avoid Gina’s vengeance.The first time we had maneuvers I did some manipulating to see that Gina and Steffi were on the same side. The danger would come when Steffi was a prisoner of the side Gina was on. All the players (except me) would automatically let Gina take charge of the prisoner for the entertainment value of seeing what Gina would do to retaliate. They didn’t realize how serious Gina’s dislike of Steffi was.
On the second maneuver, the inevitable happened. I was a little late while I finished some home work (Mom was insistent on that;one of the few things she was really strict on). When I got their sides were chosen and Steffi and Gina were on opposite sides. I had been taken to be on the same side as Steffi. While in the clearing in the semi wild park where we held our games , Gina, whenever she saw Steffi, gave a evil grin that Jack Nicholson would kill for. I suspect that the other kids deliberately set the choosing of the sides up so that they could enjoy whatever Gina had planned for Steffi.
At any time Steffi could have just walked away. But she had pride and did want to be seen as a coward. And ,she told Gina and me a couple of years later when this had become something for friends to laugh about, she felt revenge was inevitable and it might be better just to get it over with. So off to war-in more ways then one .
dudalb
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Fri Sep 25 22:57:20 PDT 1998
I will never be able to prove it, but I suspect my soldiers wanted us to lose so we could get on to the main event--the punishment of Steffi. All I know is that I thought of my side this day years later when I watched the Iraqi army collapse in the 1991 Gulf war. My guys could have given lessons to Saddam’s troops in how to loose a battle quickly. It ended with everyone on my side dead except me and Steffi, and we were surrounded by Gina’s side. My friend Sean was the commander but he deferred to Gina, he wanted to see what unpleasentness Gina had in mind for Steffi as much as anybody.
Gina took one look at her prisoners and gave another Nicholson like grin. “So the worm has turned, Steffi”. Gina said as she pulled out a piece of rope from a backpack and pulled Steffi’s wrists behind her and proceeded to bind them.Steffi tried to look stoic.When Gina had finished She reached into the backpack and pulled out a long scarf with a knot tied in the middle: “We ran out of tape but this will do fine as a gag”, Gina said as she cleaved gagged Steffi with it. Gina then repeated the process with me I noticed that the knots were placed where my fingers could not reach-which had been Gina’s mistake in the Houdini challenge--and no doubt she considered this revenge for my binding and gagging her then.
Gina said “Follow Me”And we went into a side trail. (Our battles were held in the more remote areas of the park, away from the main jogging-bike trails. ) I guess their were about ten of us altogether. Before we left the clearing of our capture, Gina turned to Chris my Kid sister, gave her a key , and whispered to her. Chris then took off toward civilization and I suspected Gina House where Chris would pick up something-no doubt with Steffi in mind. Steffi did not miss this. She was still trying to act as though this was just a routine prisoner taking. (Steffi had become a good sport about being a tied up prisoner).dudalb
Fri Sep 25 23:02:51 PDT 1998Gina marched us about three minutes and came into a clearing I remembered showing her. It had a shallow pond-only about three feet deep -and even that was drying up, Most of the pond area was now a mud flat.
Steffi and I were seated and our ankles tied together.FInally we were turned back to
back and Gina tied our bodies together. This looks great but usually it’s a stupid way to tie people up-very easy to work at each others bound hands. But this time it was obvious with Gina watching we were not going to escape even if we could free our hands. After about fifteen minutes-Gina had taken out a Science Fiction Paperback and was reading it-Chris arrived back with something wrapped in a blanket. Gina looked up and grinned.
“Payback time, Steffi”,she said She untied us from each other, stood Steffi up against a
tree, and then tied Steffi to a tree by a rope wound around her chest several times. She
then turned to me ‘Don’t worry, we’re even.This isn’t meant for you”. Gina said as she
unwrapped the blanket.dudalb
Fri Sep 25 23:05:38 PDT 1998She took out a paint roller. One of the four foot ones used for reaching ceilings. Gina’s
Parents were repainting the house. She then took it over to the mud flat, dipped the roller in it until it was soaking with mud and headed toward Steffi who begun to mmpphh.
Gina then said. “You should thank me . Rich women pay big bucks to be soaked in mud at health spas” Gina then began to roll the roller up and down Steffi legs and trunks, leaving a nice neat coat of mud. Gins then went back to the flats resoaked the roller and proceeded to coat Steffi’s T shirt with mud. Lucky for Steffi she was wearing a dark blue T shirt that day. Gina worked calmly and evenly , getting a good coat on Steffi. When she had finished I begun to worry:What if Gina decided to move up to Steffi’ face? That would be well beyond the rules of the game. Gina was already pushing them to the limits. Steffi, aside from some gagged squealing had been taking her punishment with commendable calm. But now she closed her eyes, preparing for the worst: A coat of mud on her face.
But that did not happen. Instead Gina put one of her fingers on he roller, got it muddy
and then very lightly touched the end of Steffi’s nose. They was a very small spot of mud on the tip of her nose. Then Gina put down the Roller and said “I told you we Sicilians had a thing about revenge” Gina forgot she was only one fourth Sicilian in the excitement of the moment. She then ungagged Steffi,and used the scarf to dry off the mud spot on Steffi’s nose. “Untie them” Gina said. “No Hard Feelings, Dudalb” she said. She pointedly did not say that to Steffidudalb
Fri Sep 25 23:12:31 PDT 1998She picked up the roller, rewrapped it, and then dropped an old towel that had been
brought with the roller at Steffi’s feet. Gina then left.
We were untied and the group broke up a little in awe of Gina. Whatever face Gina had lost by being soaked had been restored by her retaliation.
Steffi was remarkably calm She did the best she could to get the mud off with the towel, gave up, turned to me and said “I had better get home and get these clothes into the washer”. As she left she muttered something in German.-something she did not do very often. To this day I have not asked her what it was.
She walked off with a weird kind of dignity.
I tried to figure out what would happen next..It could go either way: a peace settlement
or escalation. It was up to Steffi.TO BE CONTINUED.
dudalb
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Fri Sep 25 23:16:11 PDT 1998To Everyone: I am surprised that I managed to finish the 2nd part of the Gina-Steffi wars in one sitting. Hope you enjoyed it. Windows 98 willling I intend to finish the war in a week or so when my computer is back from its upgrade...
dudalb
Tue Sep 29 20:31:32 PDT 1998Just a test to see if the page is still working. nothing has been posted since Sunday and usually we get somehing each day, if just a comment.
dudalb
Wed Sep 30 08:03:59 UTC+0100 1998Canuck
Great site. As a bondage devotee who can remember loving the games as far back as age 4 it's interesting to read other peoples experiences.When I've got the time I'll add some of my own.
Best Regards
Paul (+ Sally)Paul
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