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This month's stories:

Tying Up Game with Sharon, Rick and their Mom (by Ron)
Cousins Cathy and Denise (by Ron)
The Capture Game (by Dteshuva)
Kidnapping Cathy (by Gillian B)
The Gag Game (by Walker D.)
Amanda (by Tyler)
Cuffed with Karen (by Doug)
The Gina-Steffi Wars: Armistice (by Dudalb)
Just Like in the Magazine (by Valerie)
Cowgirl (by Kari)
Target Pratise (by Mason)
Something New (anonymous)
Stacy (by Dave)
The Dice Game (by Jeff)
The Halloween from Hell: Hotel California (by Dudalb)
Tied (by E247)
Spying on Sister (by Kid Brothet)
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court (by Tim G)
The Halloween from Hell: Escape from the Vampire Queen (by Dudalb)
The Halloween from Hell: Steffi the Vampire Slayer (by Dudalb)

Stories and comments from the people:

Fri Oct 02 14:16:19 Est (Heure d'été) 1998

Hi everyone,

I just wanted to let you know that there is a new story in the French forum, if anyone's interested.

Thanks for all your stories.

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Sat Oct 03 04:51:51 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

I remember my next tying up game was with Sharon, Rick, and their Mom. A cold hard rain started suddenly and chased us inside. We'd been playing Tag oug side and frustrating haron by making her it as often as possible. Once inside the basement at Sharon and Rick's we now faced the problem of what to do to occupy our time. We couldn't play tag in the house but we could play an 'it' type game, Rick suggested. Sharon knew what was coming, and said, "What if Mom doesn't let you tie me up."
Rick looked at me, and said, "Then us guys will just have to tie her up first."
"Suppose she doesn't want to be tied up" I asked Rick.
"There's two of us, and one of her," he said, getting some rope he had hiden away some where just for tying Sharon up with I imagined. He told Sharon to turn around, and be quiet, or he'd just have me put a hand over her mouth until he got something to gag her with. Sharon lay on a blanket we spread out on the cement floor and put her hands behind her for Rick to hogtie.she only noddec or shook her as I asked her if she was ok or if it was too tight. Rick took a pair of her knee high socks anyhow, rooled one into a ball, popped it in Sharon's mouth, and secured it in place with the other one. He got more rope thrust some into my hands and kept some himself, and got another pair of socks.
"just do what I tell you." he said, as we went back upstairs, to tie up their mother.

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sat Oct 03 18:18:23 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Rick's mom was only an inch or two taller than he was, and in her early thirties, she brown curly hair, and like her daughter, was a little heavy, not what could be called fat, but certainly not thin. She wore a brown floral print dress, and she was barefoot. She was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine and listening to radio when we came into the living room, Rick said in his his best zombie like voice, "Sharon has us in her power, we must tie you up."
She looked at us and at the rope we carried.she looked at the clock, and told us just to make sure we untied her before Rick's father got home, if she didn't untie herself by then Rick usually tied Sharon with her wrists and ankles cross-tied, since showing him the wrap and cinch method he deicided he liked it better, and went so far as to tell his mother, "Oh, you won't be able to untie yourself from this one, I'd bet on it."
"If I can," she asked, "What do I win?"
"You get to tie the three of us up," Rick said, "but if you can't we get to tie you up again some day." His mother agreed and lay on the sofa with her hands crossed behind her, and said, "this is different", as I tied them palm to palm, and Rick tied her legs at her kness and ankles.he completed the hogtie, and we checked to make sue she couldn't reach any of the knots. When she saw the socks and started to ask what they were for, he gagged her. She fluttered her fingers and tried looking over her shoulder to see how she was tied. she tried kicking the hogtie rope loose but only pulled the cinches on her wrists and ankles tighter.

After watching her struggle for almost a half hour, I remebered we left Sharon tied up and gagged in the basement. She'd apperently just given up and was napping when i got to her. I woke her with a slight foot tickle, and asked if she was ok, she nodded yes and I sat beside her and held her bound hands in mine. I'd give her an occaisional poke in the ribs to make sure she stayed awake.

It was all too soon when Rick hollered down to me, "Untie her, my Pop'll be home home soon. Sharon thanked me for staying with her, and as I gathered up the rope on the floor bent down and kissed me on my nose.

As I ran home in the rain, I hoped I'd get to be there when Rick tied his Mom up again.

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Oct 04 07:58:11 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

The next tying up I did though wasn't with Rick's mother, but with my cousins Cathy and Denise.
Denise rode her bike over to my hous one day, just to ask me how I tied Cathy up so she couldn't get loose. She said she played truth or dare at slumber parties and wanted to learn how exactly how I tied Cathy in case a girl chose dare.
I said sure, it didn't feel as if I was giving away a real secret, I almost hoped somebody would get loose from this one, so I'd know something my friends wouldn't. I asked Denise if she wanted to try it on herself, and she said no, she had to see it being tied, and she couldn't do that if I tied her hands behind her. She said she wanted to practice on Cathy the next time her folks went out. The fuuny thing about the dunce cap incident is Cathy didn't hold a grudge against me tying her up, but my Mom for proposing the idea of the loser getting tied up. I rode my bike with denise back to her house and met with Cathy. Cathy agreed to let Denise and me tie her up like I did the last time, provided Denise agreed to be tied up so Cathy could see how it was done. Denise agreed to the offered terms, and all we needed now was an opportunity.

idron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Oct 04 22:42:37 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

It took a few days for the circumstances to come together for us to have the house to oureselves for at least an hour, but it was woth the wait.

When I showed up, Denise was in the final stages of working her self loose from being tied up by Cathy. The girl's still wore their school uniform pleated skirts and white blouses, and white socks. Denise still had her shoes on, but Cathy had taken hers off.Denise explained they started earlier, and that she'd been tied up pretty good, and it took her a half hour to untie herself. I said "that was probably good enough, but told her about the wrap and cinch method, and demonstrated it on Cathy first sitting her onthe floor with her back to atable leg and then tying her hands together bhind it. I tied Cathy's legs together stretched out in front of her, and ran a length of rope from her feet to another table leg. I talked Denis and Cathy through it and explained that I tied her the way I did to the table was to prevent her from bring her feet to hands, possibly untying them, and the tying her to something prevented her from getting a knife. Cathy said she wanted to see what it looked like when the hands were tied, so I tied Denise the same way, only sitting at first at an angle Cathy could see.
I told them if I wanted to I could their bodies better to the table but that that was all they really need to not be able to get free. Cathy nodded and tried briefly before giving up and watched her sister try to get loose. Denise stuggle furiously, and convinced me that if wasn't her table, she'd have knocked it overAfter forty five minutes of thrashing left and right and trying to pull her hands loose. Denise gave up, and asked to be untied, I untied Cathy first because she was the first one tied up, almost as soon as I got her hands untied, we heard a car pull up outside. We got Denise untied just as the key turned in the door lock. I didn't know if there would be any trouble for tying the girls up, but didn't want to have to find out either.

My uncle offered to drive me home and we put my bike in the trunk of his car. All the way home I felt like I'd just committed the perfect crime.

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sat Oct 03 15:49:39 1998

Thank you for this site. I have been tied and tickled several times by various boys in my high school,and only here and now can I admit that it aroused me.
Patti

Patti

Sun Oct 04 23:45:44 1998

I remember the first time I ever tied someone up. It was when I was in the 7th grade. I was with one of the three girls next door....Stacy to be exact. We were over at my house because my sister was watching her till her mom came home... making sure she did not break her grounding. She asked if I knew something we could do to pass the time since it would be 2 more hours. So we played a game called capture...a hide and seek game where the person who gets found is taken to a holding area...which happened to be my room. Basically I found her and took her to my room and she asked me if I had anything to tie her with since my parents did not want us alone in my room. I took the sash from my bath robe and cross tied her hands behind her back. I used a spare belt to secure her elbows together and also to bind her to a chair in my room. with two other belts I tied her ankles to the legs of the chair and gaged her with two of my socks. after tieing her like that I left her to struggle for awhile and checked up on her from time to time.......I tell more later......bye

dteshuva
dteshuva@aol.com

Mon Oct 05 20:44:11 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 1)

My brother Bob and I were rarely babysat as kids other than by our Aunt Gillian. This rather limited the traditional pursuit of tying up the babysitter. (It was only later that we had the escapade with Aunt Gillian which I recounted in "The Great Biscuit Robbery", now in the June (part 2) archive.) There were a few occasions, however, when Cathy, a neighbour's daughter, looked after us, usually when our Mum was away overnight. (Our Dad was an army officer and often away for weeks or months at a stretch.)

I would have been about 13 at the time of this story and Bob would have been 12. Cathy was a few years older than me, probably 16 or 17. I knew Cathy fairly well as she went to the same school as me and we generally travelled on the bus together.

Now, as far as I can remember, the issue at stake on this occasion was a television programme that Bob and I wanted to watch. Our Mum had vetoed it, probably because it was on too late or because she thought it was unsuitable for kids our age or quite possibly for both of those reasons. We knew from past experience that Cathy generally stuck to the briefing our Mum gave her, so persuasion would probably not work. The plan we hatched was to capture Cathy and exchange her freedom for our being allowed to watch the programme we wanted. (Of course, if all else failed, we could simply keep her captive and watch it anyway.) If we sound ruthless and uncaring, it's probably because we were - all young kids have a streak like that in them, and I don't think we had grown out of ours.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:45:21 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 2)

In addition to kidnapping, false imprisonment and blackmail, we also intended to commit deception. We planned to entice Cathy into joining in a tie-up game. The game was "Spies", an indoor version of the "Commandos" game I described in "A Game of Soldiers". This game was unplayable with less than three players. We planned that Cathy would find us already playing a tie-up game and would then be persuaded by us to join in the "Spies" game because it would be more fun. Cathy seemed to like playing with us (including tie-up games) even though we were quite a bit younger than her, so we thought this might just work.

Accordingly, when Cathy arrived and had been briefed by our Mum, she came into our sitting room to find me tied to a chair and Bob watching while I tried to escape. We asked Cathy if she would join in please and explained the rules of "Spies" to her. I'd better explain the rules to you as well. Each player had to stalk the others. If you succeeded in creeping up on another player, you tapped them on the shoulder and that was them "caught". Anyone who was caught had to submit to being tied up and very often gagged and blindfolded by their captor. If, on the other hand, you found someone already tied up (not by you), you had to release them. If you untied someone, the rules didn't allow you to immediately recapture them or for them to immediately capture you. If you managed to escape, that was allowed too. The winner was the one who succeeded in tying up all the other players. You couldn't play the game with two, because the game would end as soon as one captured the other. It was however quite playable with three.

Cathy agreed to join us and Bob untied me from my chair so we could start playing. The hidden agenda agreed between Bob and me was that we would play normally until one or other of us had captured Cathy, then we would confront her with the hostage situation she was in.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:46:27 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 3)

With our Mum out, we had the whole house to creep around in. It was already after dark, so we left most of the lights off to make it creepier and more exciting. Each of us carried a stock of tying up equipment with us, consisting of winter scarves and woollen socks, which were what we preferred to use. (If you captured someone, you tied them up with what they were carrying, not what you carried yourself, so there would never be a situation of not having equipment to hand.)

The first round went to me. I captured Bob upstairs in our parents' bedroom. I sat him on a straight backed chair, tied his wrists behind the chair back with a short scarf, tied him back into the chair with a long scarf round him and the chair back and tied his ankles to the front legs of the chair with a pair of long socks. I finished off by cleave gagging him with another long sock.

I set off to stalk Cathy next, expecting my experience to be an advantage. I spotted her going into the room where I had left Bob before I could get to her so I ducked into another room and kept a surreptitious watch round the door frame. Cathy came out first, presumably having freed Bob, looked around then went into the room immediately adjacent to the one she had just come out of. The shadow in that doorway looked subtly different - she must have been doing what I was doing. I realised that she was doing her best at the game and might be quite good at it.

Bob came out of the room I had tied him up in and turned away from me as he went along the upstairs corridor. As he passed the next door, Cathy's arm reached out and I saw her hand tap Bob delicately on the shoulder - he was caught again within a couple of minutes of being freed. Cathy took him by the hand and drew him into the room she had been hiding in (my bedroom as it happened).

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:47:14 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 4)

Having Bob tied up again was possibly counterproductive, so I decided to free him as soon as possible so we could both concentrate on Cathy. Cathy came out of my bedroom and turned towards me. I couldn't take a chance, so I hid in my best hiding place. There was room for me to stand on the inside window sill in most of the bedrooms, behind the curtains, without making a suspicious bulge. I quickly hid myself there. Sure enough, Cathy came into the room I was hiding in (the spare bedroom). I heard her look in the wardrobe and I heard a scrabbling noise which I took to be her looking under the bed. I don't think she even gave the curtains a second glance. I heard her leave the room and I dared to breath again. I listened carefully and I heard her going into the bathroom and locking the door behind her. Now was my chance to free Bob.

When I reached my bedroom, I found Bob lying on his side on the floor. His wrists were tied behind his back and his ankles were tied together, both with scarves, but there were no other bonds. He had also been cleave gagged with a sock. I knelt down beside him and was just about to untie him, when he got his hands free and immediately tapped me on the shoulder. This was a legitimate "capture" under our rules. It was cheating to pretend to be tied in order to catch a would-be rescuer, but if the victim genuinely got free at the last moment then it was in order. I shrugged my shoulders and awaited developments while Bob untied his ankles and removed his gag.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:47:49 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 5)

Bob turned his attention to me. He took the clean hanky I was carrying, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into my mouth. Next he tied a short winter scarf tightly over my mouth and nose, holding the hanky in and resisting any attempts to work the scarf down. (I never liked cleave gags, but was quite comfortable gagged like that.) Lastly he had me cross my wrists in front and tied them together with another scarf. He gestured me to stand up and follow him. We crept out into the corridor. Cathy was still in the bathroom. Bob led me downstairs. Moving prisoners around was allowed under the rules, but we rarely did that as it was fraught with hazard for the captor.

Bob sat me down in our Mum's rocking chair. He untied my wrists then used two short scarves to bind my wrists down tightly onto the chair arms. He used a pair of long socks to tie my ankles to the front legs of the chair, so my feet were resting on the front part of the rockers. He tied the long scarf I was carrying round my waist and the chair back. That almost exhausted the tying up gear I was carrying, but Bob had some more tucked away behind a sitting room chair. He tied my knees down to the front corners of the chair seat with a pair of woollen stockings. He used two more socks to tie my arms back to the verticals at the sides of the chair back, just above my elbows. Just to make quite sure, he finished off with another long scarf, hitched onto the top of chair back behind my neck, down over my shoulders, crossed in front of my chest, under my arms, through the chair back and knotted somewhere behind me. I was puzzled, we usually only went in for such comprehensive tie-ups in escape challenges, not in competitive games. It would certainly take me a long time to get free, if I could at all.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:48:15 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 6)

Bob went back upstairs and I sat contemplating my predicament. I half heartedly tried to find some slack in my wrist bindings - that would be my only chance of escape. Bob had done a good job.

I was still vainly working my wrists when Bob came back downstairs with Cathy. I could hear that they were walking very slowly and as they came into my line of vision, I could see why. In addition to being bound and gagged, Cathy was also blindfolded. Her wrists were tied behind her back with a woollen stocking. Long scarves were tied round her arms and body at waist level and just below her bust line, pinning her arms behind her. She appeared to be gagged the same way as I was, with a hanky in her mouth and a scarf over her mouth and nose. She was blindfolded with a long sock.

Bob steered Cathy to an armchair and helped her sit down. He then bound her ankles and knees with scarves. Once she was secure, he removed her blindfold. Cathy looked surprised to see me tied up too. I was beginning to realise that Bob's plans had changed. It was still about 15 minutes until the start of our disputed television programme, but Bob turned the television on anyway, then blew a kiss to Cathy and to me and left the room. We could hear him pottering around in the kitchen, presumably fixing himself a snack. Words like "double-cross" surfaced in my mind.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:48:50 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 7)

Cathy and I just looked at each other. I attempted a shrug - it was about the only gesture I could make. Cathy started wriggling about in the chair (which she was sitting in but not tied to) and ended up kneeling in front of it with her chest and head on the chair seat. From there she managed to get herself upright, despite her bound legs and not being able to use her hands to push herself up. Cathy then started hopping across the room towards me, swaying alarmingly at each hop. She eventually reached the rocking chair and turned round so her back was towards me. Cathy bent her knees and reached her hands out as far behind her as she could, apparently trying to reach the scarf tying one of my wrists down. At that point, she overbalanced and sat down heavily on my lap. The rocking chair lurched back and then forwards wildly. Cathy put her feet down and steadied the chair.

We sat and recovered our breath for a moment, then Cathy started groping for my wrist binding again. I decided that, as I could see what I was doing, I might have a better chance of freeing her, so when her hands next came in reach, I grabbed them. Cathy got the message and held her hands still. I worked away patiently at the knot on Cathy's wrist binding. (My wrists were tied to the arms of my chair, so I was working one-handed.) After a great deal of effort, the knot came loose and I was able to get Cathy's wrists free.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:49:25 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 8)

Cathy slithered down onto the floor and wriggled to get herself free of the two long scarves tied round her arms and body. While this was going on, I was worried that Bob would be back any minute and until Cathy was completely free, he would probably be able to overpower her and re-tie her. Once her arms were free, she untied her legs, stretched herself then got up and untied my wrists and elbows. Only then did she remove her gag. While I removed my own gag, Cathy untied me from the chair as most of the knots were in places I couldn't reach.

When I was almost free, Bob came back into the sitting room, took one look at what was happening and fled. Once I was completely free, Cathy and I pursued Bob upstairs. He had locked himself in the bathroom. Cathy called to him through the door and explained that Bob could give himself up now or we would come in and get him (we could too - there was a safety release on the door lock). There was a long pause then we heard the door being unlocked and Bob emerged with his hands up and a sheepish grin on his face.

We directed Bob back downstairs to the sitting room and had him sit on the rocking chair while Cathy and I had a whispered conference.

Cathy and I decided to tie Bob to the rocking chair the way he had tied me, which was secure but not too uncomfortable. The scarves and socks that Cathy had freed me from were still scattered around, so we set to work. Cathy tied Bob's ankles to the chair legs with socks and his knees down to the chair seat with stockings while I tied his wrists down to the arms of the chair with scarves and his elbows to the back uprights with socks. We tied him back into the chair with long scarves as he had done to me - one round his waist the other crossing over his chest. Lastly we stuffed a hanky in his mouth and cleave gagged him with a sock.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:50:11 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 9)

The disputed television programme had already started by this stage. Cathy and I had another quick conference. I went to fetch more equipment while Cathy admired Bob's predicament. I will credit my brother for never being a bad loser - he was chagrined at being captured but not really upset about it. However, he was less happy about the finishing touches we applied to his tie up - I put my earmuffs on him and Cathy blindfolded him with a scarf, which also held the earmuffs on more snugly. Bob couldn't see the television programme we had so wanted to watch and couldn't hear much of it either.

Cathy was far more shrewd about what was going on than I had anticipated. As soon as we had finished with Bob, she turned to me and questioned me closely about my involvement in his plan. I confessed all. Cathy proposed a deal - as I had changed sides and supported her (although only after Bob had double crossed me) she would give me a choice, I could go to bed immediately or I could watch the programme I wanted to see. The catch was, that if I wanted to watch my programme, she was going to tie me up.

I could see the justice of her proposal, besides I wanted to watch the programme we had put so much effort into seeing, so I agreed to her tying me up. The programme had already been running for about 10 minutes and I had seen only snatches of it so far as we had been tying Bob up. Cathy placed an upright chair in front of the television and I sat watching the programme while she tied me up - a bizarre experience.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 05 20:50:49 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Kidnapping Cathy (Part 10)

Cathy's tying was tentative and lacked the sure touch of experience, but was nevertheless quite competent. She tied my wrists behind the chair with a short scarf, tied my ankles to the chair legs with long socks and then tied a long scarf round the chair back and my arms and chest. Lastly, she cleave gagged me with a long sock (but no packing). I could probably have escaped without too much difficulty, but I thought the right thing to do in the circumstances was to sit still and keep quiet.

Bob started showing signs of distress after a while, so Cathy removed his blindfold and earmuffs and spun the rocking chair round so he had his back to the television.

After the programme ended, Cathy untied me and then we both untied Bob. Various apologies and reconciliations took place and we all retired to our respective beds.

The funny thing is, although I can remember all the shenanigans that went on, I can't remember the programme we were so desperate to watch. I can't even remember if it was worth staying up for, let alone worth tying up Cathy for.

Gillian B

Mon Oct 5 18:08:49 EDT 1998

I have read so many of Gillian's stories...and geez, you sure did play LOTS of tieup games as a child...and I mean LOTS of them. You were so lucky. But I guess some of them seem awfully incredible. Don't get me wrong, I am not questioning your honesty...but what gets me is all the stories I have read from you and others about tying their mom up. I could NEVER have done that. Especially since tying up is sexually arousing to me. Did everyone in your circle of friends enjoy the "arousing" part of being tied up, or was it more like a child's game without being aroused? I am also amazed that so many people willingly played your games without fear of someone getting hurt. As a child I never had the nerve to suggest playing those games (except when I was in pre-school, and even then I found it very arousing.)

Anyway, if you want to answer my questions through email and not in this forum, go ahead. I have just never read about one person having so many tie-up experiences! Most people that I have met online are lucky to have had just one or two!

Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tiegag@aol.com

Tue Oct 06 23:47:42 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Hey Keith,

You probably just haven't met that many people. Growing up, one girl who frequently was my baby sitter had me tie her up about 10-12 times. I believe that I only tied her up once while baby sitting. I posted the last tieup we did together here a while back, and the other indicents were all similar.

I had probably at least another half dozen indicents, but none as colorful as those posted here. My main point is that I don't think that I'm abnormal, and I had a lot of incidents. I think that if you thought that tie up games were fun as a kid, you were probably able to communicate that spirit of fun to others and get them to join in. If you felt guilty about liking them as a kid, you probably communicated that too whether you wanted to or not, and dramatically reduced your opportunities.

Charlie B.

Wed Oct 7 11:34:49 EDT 1998

Thank you, Charlie, for some interesting insight. I still think both you and Gillian were EXTREMELY lucky to be able to have that kind of fun.

Yes, as a child, I probably did feel some guilt about it, but only because of the sexual arousal part of it. I could never understand why my enjoyment of tying up aroused me sexually, and I obviously could see no connection between the two.

At the same time, after I was in pre-school and until I was in the 8th grade, the opportunity never presented itself, not even during my short stint in the boy scouts where they tried desperately to teach me how to tie knots. NOBODY got tied up at that time and nobody suggested it to me.

I posted a story here about a boy named Tom when I was in the 8th grade. That was my first real tieup experience where I was inescapable. But I enjoyed it so much that I kept going back for more...and more...and more. So for about three or four days that is all we did, and HE got sick of it. I sure didn't!

I would still like an answer, though, from Gillian...with all of the tying up everyone did, was it arousing for EVERYONE, including you? Or just a simple childhood game?

Keith
Tiegag@aol.com

Wed Oct 07 23:47:23 GMT Daylight Time 1998

Wow - a touch of controversy!

Hi Keith! Yes, you're probably right about my having lots of tie-up experiences as a kid. But the climate at home was that pretty much any games were OK as long as no-one got hurt and as long as no-one was bullied. My brother and I and our friend Jon liked playing tie-ups (more often just the tree of us but sometimes including others) and my Mum didn't mind, so that's what we did!

(Don't get the idea that the ONLY games we played were tie-ups - we did lots of other things together too.)

Sexually arousing? No, just a romp together - it was fun pitting my wits and physical dexterity against one or both of the boys. Things did change a bit for me in my mid to late teens (after the period of most of my stories) and I touched on that in my story "Tying myself up in knots" in the April archive.

I actually had a fairly lengthy discussion with JD and with Jon(McA) about this subject - it's in the March archive and probably worth re-reading. In one of his comments Jon said that he thinks that at the time of these stories, he and my brother were developing something of a taste for tied-up women, but that it was really pre-sexual.

I'm not sure that I've got a huge amount more to add. I'm certainly not going to discuss my adult sexuality here - both because it's off topic and it's private and personal.

OK - over to you again Keith (or anyone else who want to add their $0.02 to the discussion).

Gillian B

Fri Oct 9 09:15:47 EDT 1998

The Gag Game
(the set up)

I was only about thirteen when this happened, and once again it involved Sarah. Only this time, she had company. Sarah and about six of her freinds were having a slumber party at her house, and for some reason they wanted me to come with. Seeing how her parents were gone for the night, I shrugged and said OK.
I arrived a half an hour late though, and when I got there, the door was unlocked. I opened the door and heard the girls talking in Sarah's room. When I entered her door, I wasn't sure how to react to what I was seeing. Sarah had a pink scarf wrappped around her mouth while another girl had a strip of duct tape on her's.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
"We're playing the gag game" one the girls said. "Anyone who laughs or talks during it has to be gagged somehow".
For some reason I would guess that Sarah thought of this game. I shook my head and said "You girls are nuts, you know that?"
"Hey!" another girl said "He talked, he has to be gagged!"
"Oh no you don't!" I yelled "You're not doing any of that shit to me. I'm gonna play some Sega in the other room."
I then closed the door and left.
I played some sega games for about a half an hour, and none of the girls came out that room. I scratched my head and wondered if they stopped playing that stupid game. I knocked on their door and entered the room. . .BIG mistake.

Walker D.

Fri Oct 9 09:35:28 EDT 1998

The Gag Game
(all tied up)

When I entered through the door, I noticed I couldn't see the girls in the circle, in fact I couldn't see them anywhere, until one popped up behind the door. It was then that I felt a silk white scarf wrapped around my mouth. Even though my mouth was closed, she wrapped it on me tight enough so I couldn't speak. She didn't even tie it on yet. It was then I felt two other girls hands force my hands behind my back and started tying them with a rope. But before they could do anymore, I tripped and fell to the ground. The ropes were still loosely around my hands but the silk scarf was off. As i tried to get up, one girl screamed "NO! Gag him! Gag him! Gag him!"
Suddenly those pairs of hand came behind my head again, grabbed the scarf on the floor, and then forced it around my mouth again. The other girls continued to tie my hands in the back while I saw three other girls with a bunch of rope looking at me, gigleing. I tried to yell stop but all I could get was some MMMPHH"s through my gag, which still wasn't tied yet.
I then felt some ropes wrap around me arms and waist, everywhere I turned there was a girl throwing a rope around me. If anyone has seen "Sleeping Beauty", I felt alot like that prince getting tied up by all those gobblins. With ropes tied all around me, and that scarf gag totaly tied, I thought they would stop by now.
"TIE HIM TO THE CHAIR!" shouted one girl. The rest continued to giggle while they picked me up and shuffed meon the chair. EVEN SARAH WAS DOING IT! Once on the chair, a couple more ropes wrapped around waist to the chair, all while the girls were snikering and laughing. Once they tied the last knot, sarah, beautiful loving sarah who would always show me mercy, came up to me.
"You see, Walker" she said. "You could of just been gagged like in the game. But you chose the hard way. Now you pay the price."
I was so pissed. I wanted to yell at her, but I still couldn't thro

Walker D.

Fri Oct 9 10:00:23 EDT 1998

The Gag Game
(it was just a gag)

So there I am, tied to chair in the corner, covered in ropes, gagged by a scarf, and watching the girls continue to play their game. I was thinking, how could these girls continue to play when I'm tied up write infront of them? Every time a girl said she didn't talk or laugh, they just pointed to me and said "You don't want to end up like him, do you?"
We sat there for a good forty minutes until we heard a car pull in outside.
"Quick!" Sarah said "Take off your gags!"
The girls took of their scarves, socks, Tapes, and even gloves off their mouths.
"And somebody untie him!"
Two girls came to undo my bounds. Once somebody remaoved the gag, I yelled and scream.
"YOU GIRLS ARE SOOOOOOOO DEAD!"
Then they got down on their knees begging me not to tell sarah's parents. I just smiled with evil intentions. It was then that Sarah got out eight dollars and held it infront of me.
"You were never tied up" she said.
I grabbed the eight bucks and right before the parents came in, I leaned back to Sarah to say "Who didn't get tied up?"

Walker D.

Sat Oct 10 14:15:38 1998

This is my first post here. My first tying experience was in my freshman year of high school. My sister had some friends over for a while, and some of them went outside for some reason or another. My sister's friend Amanda had decided to stay inside. I was up in my room, playing guitar, and Amanda walked in and started buggin me about something, i forget what. I told her to get out or I would tie her up. She obviously didn't believe me, so she stayed. I had some rope in my room for exactly this purpose, so I was prepared. I got Amanda on the ground and put her wrists behind her back. I took a 6 ft. piece of rope and tied her wrists behind her back really tightly. She was starting to struggle now, so I decided to tie her feet too. She was wearing green wool socks, and I took those off, planning to use them later. I wrapped the rope several times around her ankles, then wrapped it vertically around the other ropes to cinch it really tight. She was starting to scream at me now, so i told her to shut up or i would gag her. She didn't be quiet, so I tied the toes of her socks together and shoved them in her mouth. She said something to the affect of "tyler don't you mmmphhhhhhhhhh!". I knotted the socks around the back of her head and sat back to look at my handywork. I had for the first time, a girl, tied up really tight and gagged with her socks (something i love) on my bedroom floor. She wasn't too happy, but i was. She laid there for a while, trying vainly to untie herself or get her smelly wool socks out of her mouth, but the knots and sock gag held tight. About half an hour later, I untied her, and she admitted that she kinda liked it. the other stories are for another time.

Tyler
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Sat Oct 10 16:29:05 1998

This is a really excellent site, and I have enjoyed reading it for the last few days, after discovering it. I must confess that I share Keith's expressed interest in how many contributors felt that there was a definite sexual component to their games. I've had this "interest" since around the age of five. There was always a "tingle", but by eleven or twelve I knew that tying and being tied was a strong turn-on for me. Some guilt followed, naturally. I was always looking for comics or scenes in movies where the hero would be tied up by the bad guys and threatened with "torture" or some such dire event. Pain never interested me at all, and doesn't now, but the very word--"torture"--had a kind of mantra-like quality to it that I found very exciting. Then in scout camp the tie-up games got VERY exciting when it became routine gamesmanship to tie up your willing opponents and "torture" information about their team's plans out of them. Tickling was a favorite method, but some of the other persuasions probably wouldn't be appropriate on this site. It was all good fun, very scarey, and strangely delightful at the same time.

Murphy

Sun Oct 11 03:37:04 PDT 1998

(1 of 8)
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)--played a series of bondage games between themselves and the neighboring kids: Becca (13) and her brother Jim (11), as well as another girl named Karen (12). By the second week of my stay, we had already played bondage games on each other several times, including the time when my youngest cousin George (6) and I "kidnapped" Becca from her back yard on Monday (see my story in the August Archive folder on this site) Becca would stay over my Aunt's house that night only to suffer another bondage game--this time with me as her fellow captive--at the hands of Donna and Shirley (see September Archives). As a result, Becca swore vengeance on me, and she got it on Wednesday afternoon of that same week.
My Aunt Jean went food shopping with the girls in tow. Not wanting to trudge through a supermarket, I opted to remain at home with George and my oldest cousin Keith (15). George and I were in the back yard, playing with his extensive toy car collection at the picnic table when Becca came over. She wore cut-offs with a short sleeved blouse and was barefoot. As she strolled up to us, I noticed Becca held one hand behind her back. I felt the familiar tingle of excitment the moment I saw her, because I instinctively knew a bondage was about to begin. Even George gave me a look that said, "Uh-oh!" Nevertheless, I put on an innocent guise and said, "Hi, Becca. Donna and Shirley aren't here. They went food shopping with Aunt Jean."

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sun Oct 11 03:41:28 PDT 1998

(2 of 8)
"I know, I saw them leave," she said. Then she walked around to my side of the table, leaned over me and stuck a water pistol into my side. "Come with me, Doug. And don't try anything funny."
George was already getting up from the table when I raised my hands in surrender. "I'll do whatever you want," I told her, "but I want you to know, my parents aren't rich."
Becca simply grinned mischievously as she pulled me to my feet by grabbing the front of my shirt. In short order, Becca escorted George and me over to her house with the toy gun stuck in my back all the way. Entering through the side door, we were quickly taken downstairs to their rec room. I wasn't surprised to see the lengths of pre-cut clothesline rope laid out on the sofa, along with a pair of toy handcuffs. I automatically turned my back to Becca and offered my hands behind me. After putting her toy gun down, Becca pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed my wrists together. Once my wrists were secured, Becca tied a long length of rope around my torso; this secured my arms to my sides at my elbows. Then she gagged me with several strands of tape which covered the lower half of my face. She helped me to lay down on the sofa, with my back facing her. She tied my legs at the ankles and above the knees with rope.
After checking my knots, Becca then double-tied my ankles with another strand of rope running vertically over the original bond. I thought this was overkill. I mean, to use an expression Donna was fond of saying: I wasn't going anywhere. When she was done, George gave her a little nod, as if to show his appreciation of her bondage skills.

Doug

Sun Oct 11 03:46:04 PDT 1998

(3 of 8)
Just when I thought Becca was going to tickle my bare feet, she stepped back from the sofa and abruptly clapped her hands. When I heard her clap again, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Becca doing something that looked like a cross between a victory dance and a cheerleader maneuver--all to music that only she heard. She stopped with a great flourish once she noticed me staring at her. She held up her hands, wiggled her fingers, and said in her best maniacal manner: "Are you ticklish, Douggie?"
Letting out a groan, I turned my head away from her and braced for the worst. Becca approached until she stood right over me--then she furiously tousled my hair. And all the while, she muttered under her breath: "Your hair is very neat, but we're gonna fix that, and there's nothing you can do about it! So there!"
I tried to give Becca my best "I'll-get-you-for-this" look, but if she was intimidated, she didn't show it. I had never seen her this giddy before, and Becca could be one giddy girl.
Becca then told George to return home with a taunt to Donna and Shirley that if they tried to rescue me, they would wind up bound and gagged just like I was. Becca was certainly throwing down the gauntlet today!
After George left, Becca tickled me on my ribs, and despite my best efforts, I burst into a fit of giggles under my gag. She then gave me one last tickle on the sole of my right foot before she left me alone. I jokingly hurled a couple of choice insults at her back--knowing full well they would be incomprehensible sounds thanks to my gag--then laid my head back down against the sofa cushion with a sigh.

Doug

Sun Oct 11 03:50:42 PDT 1998

(4 of 8)
I craned my head over my shoulder to get a look at the handcuffs which restrained my wrists. They were made from a hard plastic, including the three little chain links between the manacles. They felt secure enough, but I wondered how well the chain links would hold if I gave them a good tug. Of course, Becca probably wouldn't be too crazy about me breaking her cuffs, so that idea quickly went out the window.
It couldn't have been ten minutes later when I saw Karen step timidly into the rec room. She was barefoot, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, and the funny thing was, from where I laid on the sofa, she should have seen me right away. However, Karen made an odd little circuit around the room until she supposedly took notice of me for the first time.
"Doug!" she said, with a melodramatic gasp, then knelt down by the sofa and unlocked the handcuffs with her own key. As she helped me free myself from the miles of rope Becca bound me with, Karen babbled on about how she stopped by my Aunt's house and discovered that I had been kidnapped, and she suspected Becca might have something to do with my abduction, but she had to make sure, so she snuck over here...etc, etc.
Once I was completely free, Karen further surprised me by grabbing my hand and pulling me frantically towards the steps. "Come on," she practically shouted. "We can get out this way!" I couldn't help but notice she was speaking very loudly for somebody who was supposed to be sneaking around. Then, while we were barely halfway up the basement steps, Karen abruptly stopped with a horrified look on her face, and I already knew Becca was there before I even saw her.

Doug

Sun Oct 11 03:54:59 PDT 1998

(5 of 8)
In retrospect, Karen was living out some kind of Nancy Drew fantasy where she as the perky young heroine was captured trying to help her young kidnapped friend (namely me) escape from the bad guys' lair. I didn't blame her, of course; everybody who played these games got something out of it. God knows I did. And I really didn't mind, because I was presently having the time of my life.
Becca immediately ushered us back downstairs at water pistol-point. She had another pair of handcuffs with her and used them to cuff Karen's wrists behind her back. Then I was re-cuffed again. There was a reclining chair with a foot rest in the corner. Becca pulled out the foot rest and ordered Karen and me to sit down, back to back. When we did, Becca tied us together with a lengthy strand of rope which wrapped around our torsos.
Becca knelt down on the floor and tied Karen's ankles together, then came over to my side and bound my ankles. She took another long length of rope and wrapped one end over the original bond on my ankles, then ran the slack underneath the foot rest and secured the other end around Karen's ankles. After gagging our mouths with tape, Becca stood with her hands on her hips and gave us a brief inspection. I thought she was going to do another victory dance afterwards, but Becca simply turned and quickly ran up the steps.
Karen immediately started frantically twisting and writhing behind me in her efforts to break free. The problem was, being we were bound so closely together, I found myself helplessly twisting and writhing right along with her.

Doug

Sun Oct 11 03:59:39 PDT 1998

(6 of 8)
I wanted to ask Karen if she still had the handcuff key, but the tape plastered over my mouth made that impossible. Perhaps she was trying to reach for it in her shorts pockets. I was startled when Karen abruptly pinched my left side with one of her bound hands, inadvertently making me let out a muffled yell from under my gag. It wasn't a hard pinch per se; I guess I was still ticklish from Becca working me over earlier. Yet when Karen pinched me again on my right side, and then a third time on my left, I realized this was no accident.
So I pinched her right side and got a muffled squeal that was no less satisfying. I caught her hand reaching to pinch me again behind my back and we got into what could best be called a hand wrestling match, where we both tried to pinch each other while blocking the other's attack. I could hear her giggling wildly, as she abruptly ceased her assault and we reached an instant détente. After all, we were both the captives here, and it probably didn't look good for us to be fighting while we were tied up.
After about a half hour, Becca returned with her brother Jim in tow. He couldn't help but give Karen and me a big grin as he playfully asked his sister how much in ransom they were going to ask for us. Becca explained that I was actually the kidnap victim. Karen was "the little snoop" who freed me until we were recaptured.
Jim's smile faded as he grew thoughtful. "If Doug was handcuffed," he asked, "how did Karen free him? Doesn't she have her own pair of cuffs?"

Doug

Sun Oct 11 04:04:14 PDT 1998

(7 of 8)
Becca's eyes grew wide as that very same question struck her for the first time. I had assumed Becca had given Karen a spare handcuff key to free me with before the game started, but this was obviously not the case.
Becca ripped off Karen's gag--which made Karen say "OW!" as if it were a curse word--and leaned over her so that they were face to face. "Where's the key, Karen?" she asked.
"What key?" I heard Karen say sweetly.
"If you don't tell me where the key is, I'm going to start searching for it," Becca warned.
"In my shorts' pocket," Karen said with a resigned sigh. She let out an indignant yelp as Becca stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out the key. "I want that back when this is over," Karen boldly told her.
"You're not going to be seeing this for a while," Becca said smugly as she held up the key. "Because this game won't be ending anytime soon."
I let out a low "uh-oh" under my gag, which made everybody burst into laughter.
Karen and I were eventually freed, but only because the customary half hour of bondage had passed, and we were due for a break. I noticed as Karen and I were escorted upstairs to the kitchen, both Jim and Becca held their water pistols at the ready, as if to remind us that we were still very much their captives. Once in the kitchen, we saw George standing meekly at the sliding glass door. When Becca let him in, he said that Donna and Shirley had returned and he informed him of what happened to me.
"So they're coming over?" Becca asked.

Doug

Sun Oct 11 04:08:18 PDT 1998

(8 of 8)
"No," George replied. He gave me a small smile as he added, "They said you can keep Doug. We never liked him, anyway." He finished with a little giggle as everyone--myself included--reacted in mock horror at the news.
"Some family you've got!" Becca told me. She turned to George and said, "Fine! We're keeping Doug, then! He's going to be tied up all night and it'll be your sisters' fault!"
Jim abruptly brightened at that idea. "Hey, why don't you spend the night here?" he eagerly asked me.
"Sure," I replied cautiously. I had one little problem. Glancing at Becca, I asked, "But I'm not really going to be tied up all night, though, right?"
Becca's reply was to break into a maniacal grin while slowly nodding her head "yes".
Regardless of this ominous response, I still gladly spent the night at Becca and Jim's house. I'm sorry to break it off like this. I've tried to reduce this story in size, but this is one long, sordid saga that needs room to unfold. Bear with me, because I promise to get part two up on this site ASAP. As always, thanks for reading.

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sun Oct 11 16:48:28 PDT 1998

The Gina-Steffi Wars: Armistice

The evening of Gina’a revenge on Steffi I walked over to see Steffi. I was concerned that she was not quite a calm as she pretended to be after her punishment by mudbath. Steffi was reading a book on the front porch.-a book on the Civil War a topic which already fascinated me. The book was in fact a Birthday present from me. She greeted me and we talked about nothing in particular for a few minutes, then out of the blue Steffi said “When you see Gina, please tell her I consider us to be even.” Steffi had asked for a truce in the war. She would not seek retaliation for the mud bath. But I guess she felt a little shy about telling Gina that in person.
Early the next afternoon I went over to Gina’s in my attempt to be a shuttled diplomat.
To say Gina was skeptical of Steffi’s statement was a understatement. “How do I now
she's not just setting me up? But you can tell her I won’t make the next attack..” Gina
obviously distrusted Steffi and had trouble believing that she would not seek revenge of the Mud Attack. But at least Gina would not attack without provocation.The Problem was Gina might have a pretty damn wide definition of provocation had nightmares of a film my Mother had taken me to see a couple of years ago called the Duelists, an excellent Ridley Scott film about two officers in Napoleon’s army who engage over the years in one duel after another over minor points of honor.
I told Steffi about the results of my talk with Gina. Steffi just said “I Guess I will have
to show Gina I am sincere.” When I asked how Steffi just said “Oh, something will
happen”. And something did.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail

Sun Oct 11 16:58:30 PDT 1998

It happened about a week later When Steffi and I were on the same side in our maneuvers and Gina was on the other side. Gina and Chris, my kid sister walked into an ambush. We let them have it with our super soakers. Chris was soaked but Gina got only a little water on her. Chris fell down but when Gina tried the same Steffi stepped out and said “She is only a little wet; She is our Prisoner!”.
Gina looked more than a little concerned on this turn of events but she knew if she
walked away now she would be branded as having wimped out, something unthinkable to her. Knowing the procedure, Gina just turned and put her hands behind her.
I took a piece of cord and begun tying her wrists myself to avoid what had started the
whole thing when Steffi had tied Gina hands just a little too tight. Steffi just watched and when I was done tested the cords to see if they were secure. They were; I took pride in my skill with knots and my ability to tie tight enough to hold but not tight enough to hurt.
Steffi took a scarf with a knot tied in it and used it to gag Gina. Steffi asked Gina if the
gag was too tight. Gina did make the usual noise of assent or head toss of dissent;She
was not going to give her captor any satisfaction. Gina later said she thought Steffi had
something really special planned for her revenge.
Everyone knew that Steffi had control of the prisoner. Steffi said “Take her to Where she took me”. So we marched off to the same clearing where Gina had given Steffi her mud treatment. I begun to get uneasy. Could Steffi have changed her mind and decided a little vengeance was in order?

dudalb

Sun Oct 11 17:00:35 PDT 1998

When we reached the clearing, Gina gave a nervous glance toward the pool. had gone
down even more but there was still lots of gooey mud. Steffi guided Gina toward a tree, sat her down, and tied her ankles together. She tied them as she usually tied a prisoner, firmly but not cruelly-the same as she had tied me on a couple of occasions when we on opposite sides.(It was fun to be “enemies”on occasion). Steffi then took a 20 foot length of rope. (We carried the stuff in backpacks ). made a loop around Gina’s left elbow, pulled the rope around the tree, made a loop around her right elbow, pulled it in front to Gina’s left elbow made another loop, and continued until the rope was almost used up. Steffi then made a final cinch and tied a knot behind the tree where Gina could not reach it.
Gina was now firmly tied to the tree. I checked the ropes-not to see if they were too
loose-but to see if they were too tight. Steffi has tied Gina the same she would any other person in our games. Chris, now out of the game was left to guard Gina--Under the rules she could not untie Gina except for safety reasons. We then left and continued the battle.
My side won, and we walked back to the clearing. Gina was still tied to the tree and
gagged. She had been bound and gagged about an half hour. She begun to squirm when she saw Steffi returning, wondering what was coming. Steffi walked toward Gina, and then what happened was that nothing happened. Steffi said “The Game is over”,
untied Gina’s Gag and proceeded to untie her .Gina looked very surprised. She was fully expecting Steffi to give her a mud treatment at the least. Instead Steffi was following the usual procedure of untying a prisoner when the game was over. Now Gina had her proof that Steffi wanted an end to hostilities.Gina got up and didn’t say anything. She just walked away with the rest of us.

dudalb

Sun Oct 11 17:04:02 PDT 1998

That was the end of the Gina Steffi’s wars.Steffi came to understand that Gina was no
threat to her relationship with me, and Gina came to realize that Steffi was not a snob, just reserved. It took a while, but they did become friends. Which made it a lot more
comfortable for me. One major factor in the peace was that neither was really a vicious person at heart. Gina ‘s tough street kid bark was much worse than her bite.
We were to be kind of trio in High School--expanded to a quartet when Gina had a
boyfriend. In our Senior year, about three years after this, we had what may be the most bizarre experience of my Teenage years--the Halloween party from Hell! It will be up for Halloween and it will be a long one.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Mon Oct 12 22:09:08 1998

i just found this site last night and think that all of the stories are great! but i have read all of them now and was wondering if anyone knew of other sites to read these kind of stories if so email me!

conspirator

conspiracy 98
mib0503@hotmail.com

Tue Oct 13 05:36:30 1998

I have read a number of these posts and find them quite intereting and they bring back many fond remembrances of my childhood games. I had cousins who liked to tie me up starting at about 11. We got started one day when we found a police magazine of my uncles in his chair. Actually my cousin Robbie had asked me for yearts to let him tie me up but I always said no.

Anyway after that we played with ropes pretty much everytime we got together. We often included other people in our games, mostly other friends...but our families were both aware of our tie up games. We included Aunt Nancy (their mother) on more than one occassion. After reading a number of these stories I will have to take a few minutes and write some of my experiences down. My hub and I now have a very active "bondage" life, in fact one of the things that we found interesting when were dating was that we both played tie up games as children.

One thing, I saw some comments on was women being grouped. I do appreciate this board is very g rated in fact most of these stories are very readable and believeable. However, I have found that once I have been tied up by almost any boy or man...some liberties have been taken. Any other ladies reading this page I think will agree with me. I am not saying sex occured or anything vulgar but I remember many hands frequently brushing past places they normally wouldn't or even making a quick group. I don't know if this happened to others but I will say it happened to me on most occassions after my first few in childhood.

Valerie

Valerie

Tue Oct 13 06:02:38 1998

Just finished reading my post and thought I would go into more detail about my first time getting tied up by my cousins. We would spend a week at each other house so our parents could have time together. This was mid June and I was with Robbie (9), Gail (12), Aunt Nancy and Uncle Dan for a week in central Florida. Anyway one morning we watching TV and found this police magazine in Uncle Dan's chair. It had this woman in a slip bound and gagged laying on her stomach on a double bed. Robbie thought this was great...after a bit of conversation he and Gail talked me into trying it.

We all went back to Gails bedroom they had me lay down and tried to find things that would keep me tied up....We tried shoelaces, rags just an assortment of things most of Gails scarfs were too short. This whole process took most of the morning. Finally, Gail went into their tool shed and came out with a supply of white rope. Once again they had me lay on my stomach. Then they cut off lengths off rope, Gail sat on my back and tied my hands behind me. Robbie tied my feet together...Gail examined his work and retied them saying that I could get out to easily.

The next project was to keep me quiet. They went through a number of things to gag me with...Gail was really into this part. The first gag was like the girl in magazine just a scarf around my head..but they were very diasappointed when I could talk right through it. So next came filler...they tried socks, rags other scarfs, finally they found on of these small rubber balls and rolled it in the handkercheif. It was very effective.

I laid there tied and gagged as they talked about what to do with me next. Finally we heard Aunt Nancy come in form shopping and both of them left to see what she bought. I was left on the bed and could hear her tell them to get the groceries. (I found myself feeling really different and what I called tingly being in this situation) As the gorceries were being brought in I heard her ask where I was.

Valerie
Valgal969@aol.com

Tue Oct 13 07:10:50 1998

To my surprised they told her what we had done. By the time she got back to check me out I had struggled to a seated position on the edge of the bed. Aunt Nancy was unflustered by this. She asked me if everything was alright, was I ok, and did I agree to this. All of which I mmppphhhhed and shook my head yes to. She had a very unexpected response saying, "well I am glad you all are playing so well together, let me know if you need anything." She then walked up to me took a look at my hands and feet and said you look ok she patted my cheek and then walked out. As she left she told Robbie and Gail they had to untie me in 15 minutes so we could eat lunch. Gail asked her mother, "If we untie her can we tie her back up after lunch?" to which Aunt Nancy replied, "You'll have to work that out with Valerie."

Robbie and Gail came in and sat down on either side of me telling me how I looked and how neat it was to have me tied up. I had heard their mother say it was up to me if I was going to let them tie me up again but Gail told me she wouldn't untie me unless I agreed to be tied back up after lunch. It was really more fun than I had expected it to be so I readily agreed. To my memory this was my first time to get tied up. Gail, Robbie and I became more or less tie up playmates looking for games and excuses to tie each other up. Generally, I was the one they wanted to tie up but at one point or another we all took out turns, including Aunt Nancy.

Valerie

I want to knox if Gillian could read my little story
and give some comments about it...

Fool

Tue Oct 13 09:56:05 1998

This didn't happen to me. It happened to a former girlfriend of mine, a pretty girl named Kari. I met her in college, and we dated for two years before we broke up. But during that time, we got to know each other really well. We became lovers right away, and always had exciting, sensual times together.

One time we were reading some of the hot stories in Penthouse's Forum section, and we came across a bondage story. I asked Kari if she had ever experimented with bondage, and she confessed that she had. When I asked her for more information, this is what she said:

"The first time was when I was about 12 or 13 years old. We were in recess on the school playground. One of the kids decided we would play Cowboys and Indians. Somehow, I ended up being a Cowgirl who got caught by the Indians and tied up. They uses some jump rope to tie me to the fence."

I asked her how long she was there. She replied:

"I am not sure. It wasn't very long. One of the teachers saw me tied to the fence with the jump rope, and came over and untied me. She got onto the kids for tieing me up, and made them promise they would never do it again.

"I was too young to understand everything that I was feeling but I remember feeling sorry for them for getting into trouble, and wanting to tell the teacher that it was okay, that I didn't mind. Because--to tell the truth--I liked it. It was extremely exciting. Like I said, I was too young to really understand everything I was feeling and thinking but I remember feeling extremely excited once I was bound. I was too young to know it but I was really turned on!"

Later, Kari confessed she had only told one person in all the owlrd about this school yard episode--a girlfriend she had entered into a lesbian relationship with in high school. After several weeks of asking, she finally told me she had provoked the dyke into tieing her up, and making love to her.

Kari

Wed Oct 14 23:15:19 1998

I love the openness of this page. although I am not all that comfortable discussing these things with others - mainly cuz ya sound like a complete pervert to most- it feels great to have this type of page on the web . thanks canuck...
I did not finish telling about my first experience earlier .... basically what happened was Stacy introdued me to her sisters with whom she played these games with and I more or less became the guy who captured them and stuff till my junior year when her parents found out and they moved away. I had one other partner in these type of games recently but due to a certain private drama that happened awhile back we broke up and I have not found someone to play these games with since. nuff said.

dteshuva
dteshuva@aol.com

Sun Oct 18 17:27:02 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 1 )

Sorry for not posting for so long! I've been just so busy at university. Final semester exams are looming up, huge and horribly on the horizon. Since this is my last semester at uni, I want to do well and make sure I pass everything…. Yahh, it's all happening now… Tests, assignments and essays due etc etc. Lots of fun, that is for sure. Anyway, enough of my study woes. On with the continued tales of our continued bondage adventures…

As I said in one of my first posts ( on Bobs site last September ) Nicole, better known as Nicky also had a younger brother, whom I shall call R. He could be an absolute pest at times ( I am quite sure you all know how annoying younger brothers or sisters could be! ) There was one memorable occasion when we joined forces to exact revenge in the most appropriate way possible. We got in BIG trouble for this one!

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Oct 18 17:28:09 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 2 )

At the time, R was around 8 or so years old and in that great tradition of bratty younger brothers ( or sisters ) more or less insisted on joining in our games or merely aping our actions. He was of shortish height possessing a quite stocky build with a thatch of wild unruly light brown hair which generally never responded well to brushing (which I am sure he deliberately cultivated just to annoy his mother.) He had a ready sense of humour and idolised his older sister, Nicky. Unlike her older brothers, with whom we did not get on well with and concealed our tie-up games from, we actually got on quite well with R. However, they did have the usual occasional brother-sister spats, usually ending up with R in tears and having to be comforted by Mrs C.

On the day in question, I remember being highly excited ( actually 'highly excited' just does not describe my feelings of sheer joy and excitement at the time ) for I was leaving the next day on the overseas trip of a lifetime to visit my rellies in England and old, historic London with its wonderfully gruesome Tower Of London ( I could hardly wait to see all the ancient restraint and torture devices they employed in those less enlightened medieval times ) Europe, then on to America - New York, the "Big Apple," and the Empire State Building, San Francisco with its tall sailing ships, towering redwood trees and the Fishermans Wharf - and best of all, from the point of view of an over-excited 12 year old, DISNEYLAND!! The Magic Kingdom, home of many of my childhood heroes such as Mickey and Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Capt'n Hook et al. My first ever plane flight in the still relatively new Boeing 747 Jumbo was to be the icing on a very large cake.

Sun Oct 18 17:28:54 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 3 )

So I am sure you can well understand just how over excited I was on the eve of the big trip ( 2 months in duration - I had even received special dispensation from my school to miss classes on the grounds such a trip was 'educational' Yes! ) Needless to say, while Nicky was happy for me, her enthusiasm was muted for not only was it myself going and not she but she would also have to endure the next two months without me. Two months for young eleven or twelve year old kids is practically a lifetime….

On the eve of the trip, we had been playing the usual tie-up games outside for it was an unseasonably warm winter's day. Nicky and myself had been taking turns to tie each other up to the same tree, previously mentioned in my earlier humiliation at her hands when she discovered that maybe I did like being tied up just a little more than I was supposed to ( refer posting on Canucks site, "Nicky's Retribution" Sept 25 ) Around this time, when I was untying Nicky from the tree, R wandered up and watched with the proceedings with great interest. As usual, it took some time to untie Nicky for she had insisted on being tied up tight to the tree. Once I had finished untying her, R piped up, "Could you tie me up too?"

Sun Oct 18 17:29:29 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 4 )

While R had previously seen several of our earlier tie-up games, he had previously shown little interest in joining in, which suited us fine, for little brothers were merely tolerated rather than active participants in our various activities - unless under special parental order compelling us to include him in our games etcetera. R's motivation for wanting to be tied up just like his older sister was simple - he wanted to copy most anything she did ( note: this did not extend to playing with dolls! ) in the manner younger siblings do worldwide, rather than any real desire to be tied up for gratuitous "sexual" pleasure of the kind I had been trying so hard to conceal from Nicky.

On this occasion, we'd both had our fill of bondage games for the time being. Perhaps it was the devil that made us do it? Whatever. Nicky and I looked at each other and it was the work of moments for us to reach an unspoken consensus - lets tie him up but good!

Grinning wickedly ( which fortunately or unfortunately as the case may be, R did not see ) Nicky said, "Sure, we'll tie you up if you want!"

Sun Oct 18 17:30:10 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 5 )

Happily, R bounded over to the tree and stood next to it, waiting for us to tie him up. Amused, Nicky chided, "Not so fast, R! We still have to untangle this rope." Indeed, there was a lot of rope to be sorted out, for we both believed that in order to be properly tied up, plenty of rope was required. "Want to help?"

"Naah, I'll wait" In hindsight, perhaps it was this unwise comment and laziness which was to lead to the events to follow. I remember the way Nicky merely shrugged her shoulders and let his statement pass without comment. After a few minutes we has succeeded in untangling the mass of rope and sorting it into various lengths.

"Ok, R, we're ready!" Nicky exclaimed. "Stand with your back to the tree and put your hands behind your back"

Delighted with our apparent willingness to include him in our games, ( for once! ) R immediately jumped up and eagerly waited for us to begin tying him up. "Not like that," Nicky said, a devilish gleam in her eyes, a gleam I knew presaged trouble for the unfortunate R, " Like this. You put your hands behind the trunk, so that its between your hands and body."

"Oh, I see," he said, "You mean like this?" he asked, placing his hands behind him, the tree trunk separating his hands from his body.

Sun Oct 18 17:30:48 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 6 )

"Exactly like that!" Nicky said, pleased with her 'victims' cooperativeness. "Now cross your wrists in a X" As R readily complied with her instructions, she said, "That's fine." I watched, with that by now familiar stirring in my groin as Nicky picked up a coil of rope and began tying R's hands, criss-cross fashion, together. From personal experience, I knew he would not escape for Nicky was by now a most accomplished 'bondager' for want of a better word.

Once she had tightly bound R's hands, I joined in the fun, tightly tying his ankles and knees together, while N secured him to the tree with another, very long length of rope. She wound it around and around him in the same manner she had done for me earlier

"Ow, that's too tight! It's hurting," R complained. "Not so tight!"

"Do you want us to untie you? This is how we tie each other up!" Maliciously, she added, "Remember? You WANTED us to tie you up! You asked us to tie you up, remember?"

Sun Oct 18 17:31:23 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 7 )

"Ok, ok, go on," R hastily added, clearly unwilling for us to untie him and exclude him from our company forthwith. Without further ado, Nicky continued to bind him ever tighter to the unyielding tree. Having secured his legs, I bound and cinched the ropes attaching them to the tree, until he stood there, virtually mummified in white rope.

Nicky finished things off by tying more rope around and around R, at waist height, pinioning his hands to the tree, preventing him from gaining any leverage to somehow work the ropes loose. He stood there tightly and helplessly tied up.

Normally we would have gagged him at this point, if only to shut up his complaints, that it was "too tight" but we failed to do so, being distracted by the arrival by a couple of the local kids, S and B. They had come around to see me off and share in the small farewell party Mrs C was going to put on for us. Nothing special, just party pies, sausage rolls and soft drink. In fact, I could already smell cooking coming from the kitchen.

Our oversight in not securely gagging R was ultimately to prove our downfall.

Sun Oct 18 17:32:00 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 8 )

S and B had a good old-fashioned belly laugh at R's predicament, poking and prodding him and teasing him in the way young kids do, meanwhile effusively complimenting the two of us "for getting him out of our way." Nicky strutted and preened, delighting in having not only tied up R so successfully but in gaining the admiration of the others in doing so.

Suddenly, Mrs C appeared on the outside patio, with our food and drinks. As usual, she had made far too many party pies and sausage rolls. Enough to feed a small army Ah, mothers! What would we do without them?

As she set the food down on the table, she noticed R still tied up to the tree. "Are you all right?" Unconcerned, for she was used to our tie- up games, she casually asked, great amusement evident in her voice, "Are you OK?"

R nodded in approbation - yes ( at least for the time being he was! )

Turning to us, she asked us not to forget to untie him soon, so he could have something to eat. Nicky and myself assured her that we would not forget to untie R. Satisfied with our reply, she left the back patio, leaving us to our devices. Forgetting her admonishment to untie R soon, we hungrily and greedily tucked in to our party pies and sausage rolls.

Sun Oct 18 17:32:42 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 9 )

"Hey, I want some too! Untie me! I'm hungry!' R called out to us.

"Tough! You can wait till we're finished!" somebody ( I can't remember who ) taunted.

"Waaagh! Untie me! UNTIE ME!" R yelled, "I'm hungry!"

Now, I still do not remember who fired the first shot for everything happened so fast, the exact details are hazy. I do not know what made us do it, I guess it was just the excitement of the moment. Someone ( not I! ) called out, "Well, if you're so hungry, have this!"

Saying so, he let fly with a ( still warm and really quite mushy ) party pie in R's direction. It missed and splattered against the back fence behind R's bound form. This was the signal for the rest of us to open fire, so to speak. There was plenty of ammunition at hand, for Nicky's mum had generously provided many more hot pies and rolls than we were really capable of consuming.

We gathered up the remaining pies and rolls and threw them at the unfortunate and helplessly tied up R. He literally could not move a single inch, bound to the tree as he was. Many of them missed for we were throwing quite wildly and indiscriminately caught up in the berserker madness and excitement of the moment. However… There was that much ordnance flying through the air, many of them inevitably had to find their target. Which they did. I still remember the howl of laughter from all of us as the first pie soggily exploded on R's chest

Sun Oct 18 17:33:20 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 10 )

Splot, Splat! Splotch! They burst open on impact against R's bound body, leaving mushy meat, soggy pastry and tomato sauce dribbling down his clothes and face. Almost immediately, tears streaming down his face, he began screaming for help. Shocked and outraged, he screamed, "MAAA, MAAAAAAA, Help MEEEEEE…. MAAAAAAA" at the top of his voice.

Within moments Mrs C burst out. With one horrified look she took in the tableau. Then, with a wild inarticulate scream of rage that would have done Rambo proud, she lunged at us. We scattered in all directions. I was not quite quick enough, for one massive hand impacted against the side of my head, momentarily stunning me before I had the time to dart out of range of her flying hands. Fortunately it had only been a glancing blow for had it connected properly, it would have knocked me to the ground.

I never did get to see her untying and comforting R for we had long since fled to the safety of the local park on our bikes until the hubbub and hullabaloo had subsided somewhat. When we did finally ( somewhat sheepishly ) return home, we were all told to go around to the C's house, whereupon we received a very stern lecture from a still extremely angry Mrs C. ( she had rung my parents in our absence and told them what happened ) She told us what she thought of our behaviour etcetera before making us all apologise to R, who by now had had time to clean and wash.

Sun Oct 18 17:33:53 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Target practise ( Part 11 )

I hate to admit that perhaps our apologies were not quite as sincere as they could have been…. For every time we looked at R, we could not help but try to stifle our laughter. Mind you, I could not help being very glad I was due to depart the next day, for, even at my young age, I knew things would have calmed down by the time I had returned.

Although our bondage games resumed upon my eventual return, it was the first and last time Nicky and I ever tied up R again…

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Oct 18 20:23:25 EDT 1998

Canuck's page has inspired me to go out on a limb. I have envied so much some of the people who played those fun tieup games with their cousins and neighbors...so I thought...why can't we adults (especially those of us who are single) play the same kinds of innocent games. Can it be done? It is worth a try.

I just moved to Fort Lauderdale from Tampa.
You aren't alone. And if you live in or near Fort Lauderdale, I am starting a club for those of us who enjoy roleplaying burglary or kidnapping fantasies. This is NOT a sex club, nor is it an S/M club. No nudity! It is strictly a non-sexual roleplaying club. It is for men and women who would like to play tieup games safely and discreetly, without worrying about weirdos. Kind of like the games we played as kids. And it sure beats the heck out of meeting people in bars!

This is what I am envisioning. Once I hear from some people, I will schedule a meeting some weekend afternoon at the food court of a shopping mall. I will email you my picture so you will know who to look for. We will socialize and get to know each other, then have a party somewhere(with no alcohol or drugs) afterwards. We will decide the scene ahead of time...who will be the bad guys, the guys (or gals) who get captured and tied up, the length of time they will stay tied up, and who will be a designated observer (kind of like a designated driver). The observer will see to it that safety is followed and that limits are respected.

This will be especially fun for those who enjoy roleplaying and acting out...plus we should plan on having fun in the process. Lots of laughs, especially if one of you likes to play a Snidely Whiplash character.

This should be nothing but harmless fun. Plus it should be a challenge to see who can get loose the fastest.

What do you think? Do you think I could make a go of isomething like this? (To the those of you who live in South Florida, please send me an email and we will talk.)

Keith
http://members.tripod.com/~Ropeman/index.html
Tiegag@aol.com

Mon Oct 19 10:11:12 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Just a thought...

While I was checking the storyboard this morning ( around 10 in the morning in Aust ) I noticed that almost 200 thousand people have viewed these pages. Now thats a LOT of people. Even allowing for the fact regular contributors and readers probably visit most days that still leaves a LOT of other visitors...

My question is this. Presumably they were interested enough to pay a visit but not write! How come we only have the same few regular contributors ( on ya folks! ) but almost no-one else bothers to contribute?

Please, we'd love some new contributors and stories. Its YOUR input that keeps this great site going...

Hoping to see some new stories real soon...

Easy! Just write on MS Word, divide into the appropriate size sections then copy and paste straight here to the posting box at the top of this page. Watch for the posting limit as the HTML language here can apparently only handle so much text at a time...

masonbl
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Oct 18 20:27:14 EDT 1998

This happens to be the first time I am posting a story. Sorry if it stinks...

It all started about 14 years ago - I was 16. One of my best guy friends, we'll call him John, came over a lot, and quite honestly, I had a huge crush on him, but didn't want to ruin our relationship. He came over one day, and we were watching TV. It got kind of boring, so he says
"You wanna do something new for a change?"

Eager to turn off the TV, I agreed.
"Let's play a game kind of like Cops and robbers. Only I'm the villain, and you're a damsel in distress. OK?"

Not really knowing what was going to happen, I said yes.
"OK. Sit here. I'll be right back."

He was no stranger to my home, so he started going through drawers and stuff. I didn't know, really. He came back in, smiling, with a plastic bag full of something.
"Stand here." he directed.

I did as I was told, and he immediately grabbed my hands and tied them behind my back. I was so taken aback that I didn't even say anything. Not risking me screaming (and I could, let me tell you), he took an handkerchief, and shoved it in my mouth. Taking a longer piece of fabric, he cleave gagged me, and very effectively, might I add.

I didn't really know what to think. I was incredibly turned on, but really scared too. That only added to my feelings of love for Brian.

He's acting all gruff with me, pushing me around, but not hurting me. He's got my ankles tied tightly, and stands back to admire his work. Watching me struggle against my bonds, he smiles, and says
"I have an idea..."

He picks me up like they do in those romantic movies;I'm kind of horozontal to him. He carries me up the stairs to my bedroom, and places me gently on the bed. Now cooing softly to me, he blindfolds me; a big surprise. He unties my wrists, and then carries me again into what seemed to be the empty half of my closet. He ties my wrists again, but this time, to the closet bar. I'm now stationary in my own closet, blindfolded, gagge

anonymous

Mon Oct 19 08:35:30 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

W/r/t masonbl's comment, I was thinking the same thing. Would someone please tell me if that is the number of individuals who have visited this site, or the number of times this site is visited, thus mulitple visits by the same person being counted. I am hoping that anynomous will finish her story.

gloucester

Mon Oct 19 14:59:00 Westeuropäische Sommerzeit 1998

Hallo!

I am very busy but here is an answer to Gloucesters question. The counter counts how many time a page was visited, it DOESNOT count the number of persons who visit the page. So if you visit the page ten times a day it will count you ten times.

BFN

Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Tue Oct 20 13:33:08 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Jonah, you were right.

I stand corrected.

I just did some sums on my trusty little pocket pockulator. Given that the site is now about 10 months old, here is what I found.

Even allowing for an exponential increase in the number of visitors as more and more people discover this site, I worked out that if just 200 people per day ( many of whom are already contributors ) were to stop by an average 3 times a day, which is easy enough to do when checking e-mail and the like ) then the number of hits to date( 194705 hits at time of writing ) would be about right

Now, I check my e-mail around 2-3 times a day, depending and when I do, I always make a point of stopping by to see if there are any new stories up.

200 x 3 = 600

Multiplying 600 by around 300 gives you approximately 180,000 hits.

Therefore, it is misleading to think that nearly 200,000 DIFFERENT people have paid a visit so far. The real number is more likely to be in the low thousands - but that still leaves a lot of potential contributors out there.

Therefore I implore new visitors to PLEASE contribute. We would all love to hear your stories and experiences! There must be some great stories out there just waiting to be told.

Canuck, sorry for the off topic post, feel free to delete it if you want to. Having dribbled on at length I'm off now to continue writing the next exciting story for these pages.

P.S Anonymous please finish your story!! Yahh, I like it very much, I want to see what happened next

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Oct 21 22:19:39 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

Just a short question - what is the posting limit for each individual post? Is it still 2,000 characters including the posting time heading?

I'm trying to make longer sections in my next story which I am currently working on and I'm not keen on having any sections "chopped"

Anyone have some idea what the current situation is regarding posting length?

Could anyone clarify?

Thanx,

Mason

masonbl
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Hi, this is my first email to the group. A
penpal alerted me to this website, and it blew
me away! Thanks to Canuck and all the great
posters. Took me back to the tie-up games of
early childhood. For me, all were boy-boy (until
I started dating). If I can dredge up some
memories I'll post something (won't compare with
your other exciting stories though).

I'd love to re-capture the innocence of those
early scenes and to re-live the simple excitement
of bondage for its own sake. Since childhood I've
tied up maybe two dozen women, but have missed
the innocent role-playing of youth. Crossed my
mind to see if others in my area might feel the
same way. Then I saw Keith's Oct. 18 mail, where
he's proposing just such a club (in FL).

So, here comes a request.

Ed
ed1dom@aol.com

I live in east central IL, near the towns of
Decatur, Bloomington, Champaign-Urbana, Danville,
and Tuscola. Peoria and Springfield are a bit
farther, but I don't wish to cut it off at any
particular place. Are there people in this area
interested in forming a discreet, sex-free, drug-
free bondage and role-playing club? Please email
me! We can discuss ground rules and formats, meet
in public, then move on to real play. We should
have a balance of males and females. I'm
obviously male, so let's carry on from there.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Ed
Ed1dom@aol.com

Wed Oct 21 12:09:41 1998

Like Ed my youthful tie-up experiences were (mostly) boy-boy. Usually the tying-up was part of a game like War or Cowboys or something like that. Also, when you were tied up by the enemy you were probably going to be put through some kind of ordeal like being made to tell your army's secrets or something like that. That was part of the thrill of those games, knowing that if you were captured you were going to be "tortured." Nothing bad (like real pain I mean) ever happened, but we had some great times. Anyone out there have similar memories?

Tom

Wed Oct 21 17:34:50 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Tom,

Did they ever tickle each other's feet or anything as "torture"? I'm interested in knowing.

Jazz411
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Stage/6050
jazz411@epix.net

Wed Oct 21 17:37:13 Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Tom,

Could you post any stories? It's always nice to see some new stories, I hardly did any tying up in my lifetime, and very little of anything I did was that good. I myself never completely tied someone up (I never had enough rope to tie anything except the wrists). But I'm interested in hearing your stories.

Jazz
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Stage/6050
jazz411@epix.net

Thu Oct 22 00:21:53 US Eastern Standard Time 1998

Stacy Part 1

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. First of all I want to apologize for my last posting. I don't mean to start any flame wars on Canuck's page. Now on to my story.
This one also begins on one of those summer days, with Stacy. We were watching a movie (can't remember which one) and I was talking to Stacy about something else. She told me to shut up, because I was distracting her from the movie. I persisted (actually, I was looking to be tied up by her) to annoy her, though. She told me to put the movie on pause, cause she had to go to the bathroom. I did, and she left. I remember that she was gone a very long time. I got up to go get a coke or something, and walked by the bathroom. I was suprised to see the door open, the lights off, and no one in it. I figured she got mad at me for annoying her and left. I went back downstairs to watch the rest of the movie. I took the movie off of pause and went to sit down at the couch. Suddenly I was tackled from the back and a cloth was stuck in my mouth, and a strip of duct tape over that. That continued with the attacker tying my hands behing my back. They tied my legs and knees. I flipped over to see who it was, and surprise, surprise, it was Stacy.

Dave

Thu Oct 22 00:42:46 US Eastern Standard Time 1998

Stacy Part 2

"Hi, Dave" she said.
"Mmmmph," I replied.
She giggled a little. She finished the job by taking a rug and rolling me up in it. She then took duct tape and taped up the sides. Confidently, she plopped herself down on top of her self made chair, me. I thought that would be the end of it, and began to question how she had managed to sneak out and back into the house. She then said, "Hold on a sec, and we can finally watch the movie".
She went upstairs for a little while, and came back down. The doorbell rang, and I had the same thought as in my first posting, "OH SH**, MOM'S HOME!!!!". But then I realized it could be Valerie (one of Stacy's friends from my first posting). The latter was correct. Valerie wasn't so surprised this time, as she had seen me like this before. "Now we'll watch the movie in peace and quiet," said Stacy. They both sat down on me and I began to think that they were done. Again. I was wrong. Again. Stacy took off my socks and began to tickle me. I started trying to laugh through the tape gag. Valerie reached down and repaired the damaged gag with five or six more strips and one all the way around my head. I then realized I was truly helpless.

Dave

Thu Oct 22 01:16:39 US Eastern Standard Time 1998

Stacy Part 3

Eventually the two let me go. Stacy told me she had hid out in the garage and gotten everthing she needed there. She sounded very victorious, but I would get her back for it soon after. I forgot to mention that this event occurred after the one that I described in my first post (which is in the August section now). That's it for now, keep posting great stories.

Dave

Thu Oct 22 12:35:58 Westeuropäische Sommerzeit 1998

Hi Keith!

Though I live in Germany: Great idea! Some Germans already told me they liked your idea, too. So I hope there will be a German bondage roleplay club.

Thank You very much for sharing Your idea!

Gub
fenrisulfr@gmx.net

Thu Oct 22 14:29:56 1998

Jazz-

I don't consider myself a writer, but I'll try to answer your request for a story or two about my own tie-up times as a kid. Let me know how I do! I've already described the circumstances of most of our games that would lead to tying up and "interrogating" a prisoner. This was all consentual I hasten to say. When captured if you didn't want to be tied up you could just say so and that would be the end of it. Well, almost the end because there would be a certain amount of teasing and "chicken" name-calling if a guy bowed out. Best to just tought it out. Besides, if you did hold out and not reveal any secrets you got points. Not real points of course, but status points with the guys for being tough.

Tom

Thu Oct 22 14:31:08 1998

Tom continues: Yes, tickling was a standard "treatment." Sometimes the captive would be put on the ground, hands tied behind his back, his shirt lifted up, and the tickling done all over his ribs and chest and belly. More elaborate sessions might involve spread-eagling the guy between trees or something and getting at him all over, especially armpits. Or spreadeagling on the ground, which was especially good for foot tickling. Another way of tying for this was to back a guy up against a small tree, on his knees with his legs and feet to each side of the tree, then tie his hands high up over his head and his knees to the base of the tree. Great access and a wonderful feeling of complete helplesness for the "victim." Lift his tee shirt and go to work! Lots of the guys in the summer time didn't even bother with shirts anyway. It was also considered fair to ask a prisoner to take off his shirt before you tied him up. Then he knew he was really in for it!

Tom

Thu Oct 22 18:58:25 1998

I was wondering, just to be courius, and a little off topic, what is everyones favorite bondage scene in a movie or such. I think mine is the ref, that movie had constant gagging and binding :)

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Thu Oct 22 23:28:27 US Eastern Standard Time 1998

Hey Canuck, just wrote to say great job organizing your page. Its much easier to navigate and look for stories.

Dave

Fri Oct 23 08:50:39 1998

Tom continues-- I guess the ingenuity of 11 to 13 y/o boys is just about endless when it comes to this sort of stuff, so every way you could think of to tie a guy up we must have tried! Sometimes our or their HQ (and dungeon!) would be in one of our houses and then we might use a chair on our prisoner. Sit him in it, tie his hands in front of him and then pull them up over his head and down his back and tie them to a rung. Then open his legs up and pull them back on each side of the chair til his feet are perpindicular to the floor and the soles facing backwards even slightly upwards and tie them to a rung or the back of the chair depending on how the chair is made. This is perfect for a good, long session of armpit, rib, and foot work. Tickling really works on a super ticklish guy and sometimes as soon as he'd realize how helpless he was and what was going to happen he'd just talk to get out of it.

Tom

In response to the person who posted a message recently stating that his favourite bondage scene in a movie was in THE REF:
My favourite one this year was THE MAN IN THE IRON MASK. It had a great bondage scene with Leonardo DiCaprio getting tied up and gagged by the Three Musketeers in an abduction attempt.
Another great scene in recent years was in BATMAN FOREVER with Nicole Kidman and Chris O'Donnell getting bound and gagged with duct tape.
Also Jim Carrey was briefly tape gagged in THE MASK.
These are probably the best scenes I've seen in the last couple of years. I have them all on video.
Any other fans who enjoy bondage scenes in mainstream Hollywood films? Is there a site on the Internet for such things? Maybe someone would like to start one so we could all share information.
I'd be willing to contribute postings!

Movie Bondage Fan

Sat Oct 24 14:51:57 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1998

To Bondage Movie Fan,

In response to your quetion, yes there is an excwellent site catering for 'bondage in the movies' enthusiasts such as yourself. It is called 'Brians Page' and it can be found at the following address:

http://members.tripod.com/~brian_r2/

This is where you can post comments, discussion etecera and generally check up what the latest releases have on offer - hope this helps

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sat Oct 24 21:52:43 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Dice Game,

I was just wondering if anyone else had ever played a bondage game that me and my girlfriend sometimes used to play, It was when I was 16 and she was also 16, When we used to play this game.

It would start with us each rolling a dice, Whoever got the lowest number got tied up, We then had a chart of different ways to tie people up, The dice would be rolled and then the knot would be tied - HOWEVER, should the person rolling get a 1 then they had to allow the other person to start tying, BUT no bonds were ever released, This ended up with us both lying there, Semi tied up, and usually kissing ad laughing, The game would end when one of us had our arms tied, the other one, would be the winner. The winner was then allowed to remove any of there own bonds that they could, They then rolled on the torture chart, and carried out whatever came out, The options were different if the bound person was male or female, And obviously us being boyfriend\girlfriend at age 17 they were often a bit raunchy (a roll of a six allowing you to remove an item of clothing of your choice) We used to play this game a lot, I was just wondering if anyone else had played a similar game - I will post the charts themselves next post in case anyone else wants a go!

Jeff

Sat Oct 24 22:10:49 GMT Daylight Time 1998

The Dice Game

This might not be exactly right as it was a long while back and this is all from memory,
It is advised to wear old clothes for this game, We usually bought ours from charity shops. This is because some of the dice rolls require the removal of the bound persons clothing, this is difficult when there arms\legs are bound and so it is often tore\cut off with a knife or scissors

It is best if both parties read through these rules beforehand, And both agree to have all these actions performed upon themselves should the need arise.

First each roll a dice, The lowest number is to be tie up, The highest number roll on this chart:

1 - Bad Luck, you switch places! Now they roll and you get tied up!
2 - Tie the persons Ankles, If the ankles are already tied, Bind there feet at the knees. If this is already done then you may re-roll on this chart.
3 - Gag the person in any way you see fit, If this is already done then re-roll on this chart.
4 - You may tie a rope around the other person in any way you see fit, Thie rope MUST not be used to tie legs or arms together, It may be used for anything else you like, If you cant think of anything, Just tie it around there waist
5 - Bad Luck! - you must undo one of the bindings of your captive, you may choose which one (this is where those ropes around the waist come in handy)
6 - GOOD LUCK - You may tie the other persons arms , You have won, roll on the arm tying chart!

Arm tying chart:

1\2 - Tie the persons arms behind there back
3\4 - Tie the persons arms around there back AND to some other object (chair, tree, lampost etc)
5\6 - Tie the persons arms in front of them, Attach another rope to there wrists and atach this to something high up (eg tree branch or the banister of the top of the stairs when your in the landing)

Then the victor rolls two dice, totals them up and rolls on the final chart:

2 - You may remove an item of the bound persons clothing of your choice.
3 - You may hog-tie the

Jeff

Sat Oct 24 23:00:42 GMT Daylight Time 1998

SORRY!!!!!!!!!!

Like the unthinking sod I am i have only just waited untill now before reading the bit about not sending in sexually explicit messages - I hope that my last two mails were not too descriptive as I did not realise untill now!

Jeff

Sat Oct 24 23:05:43 GMT Daylight Time 1998

That final chart didnt come up,

it was

2 - You may remove an article of the bound persons clothing of your choice
3 - you may hog tie the person, If this is not possible (eg you rolled a 3 on the arm tying chart) then goto 5
4 - You may kiss the bound person on any already naked area of flesh
5 - You may use a rope to further bind the person in any way you like.
6 - you may blindfold the bound person
7 - you may remove an item of the persons clothing of there choice
8 - you may perform one act upon the bound person of THE BOUND PERSONs choice, This MUST NOT include the removal of any rope\bindings OR the removal of any gags\blindfolds Or the replacement of any clothing
9 - you may perform one act upon the bound person of YOUR choice, This may include anything you damn well like, If removing clothing then only one article and if bindings use ONE rope only
10 - you may remove all the clothing ABOVE the bound persons waist, If the bound person is female then leave the bra (for now)
11 - This bits over, Roll the dice 20 times and total it up, This is how many minutes you have to torture, kiss and play with your captive, YOU MAY NOT remove any further items of clothing, this is your only restriction, Knickers may be slid down to the knees before they count as removed and skirts may be lifted by any amound as long as they remain firmly around the waist
12 - Remove EVERY item of the bound persons clothing (including underwear) Roll the dice 25 times and total up, you now have this long to do as you wish to the bound person!

Have fun, just make sure that both sides agree to what is going on BEFORE you start, This is an activity for Boyfriend and Girlfriend, NOT something to jump on your sisters 14 year old friend and do!

Fri Oct 23 15:51:20 PDT 1998

THE HALLOWEEN FROM HELL
PART I; HOTEL CALIFORNIA

It started out as a routine Halloween party. But the voyage of the Titanic started as a
routine voyage. Three Students at our high who lived on the same block decided to throw Halloween parties. It evolved into kind of a informal block party with all the neighbors being informed so the fun would not be interrupted by the arrival of the police. One of the party givers, had a fascination for vampires and wanted a vampire themed party. The other two were throwing general costume parties. Soon this had developed into a kind of battle with the vampires-weapons being wooden stakes made out of brown Styrofoam and holy water in the form of water balloons by those inclined to play. Gina, Steffi, and I, who were in our Senior year of High School, were friends of a couple of the partygivers so our Halloween was set. Just some normal Halloween fun with a mainly for laughs vampire hunt thrown in.
But then the Maiden Voyage of the Titanic was supposed to be a pleasant ocean voyage...

On the Morning of the Halloween in Question Gina, Steffi and I were sitting on a bench at school watching the various Halloween costumes parade by..All three of us had
costumes but had chosen not to wear them to school.I had a football game that afternoon and the other just didn’t feel like wearing them until the party. But Gina and I were having fun with commentary and very uncontructive criticism of other’s people costume.
“That Elvis costumes Sucks, thankyouverymuch”, Gina commented on a particularly
fat target. I was about to make an Elvis wisecrack concerning how whoever made that
costume deserved a stay in Heartbreak Hotel when we heard a very British voice say
“Hello ,Chaps!” Without even looking to see we replied “Hello. Melissa!”

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 15:58:07 PDT 1998

Melissa, or Mel for short, was the daughter of An English Businessman on a three year
assignment to California to start a West Coast branch of the company he worked for.
She was medium height, had Brown hair, and a accent almost exactly like that of Daphne on “Frasier”--Manchester, I understand. She had been going to our school for about a year, and took to US High School life like a fish to water. She soon found out a dirty secret: Although they will violently deny it, most American men-and boys-are suckers for a British accent. I had dated her for a while during a down period with Steffi (Steffi and I broke up and got together again several times but were always friends) and found Mel to be funny, charming ,fun, and infuriating all at the same time. She loved Practical Jokes and Pranks and both Gina and I had been targets. Steffi she left alone because she realized that it was easy to hurt Steffi’s feelings and Mel did not have a cruel bone in her body. Crazy yes but not cruel. The jokes she played on us were harmless, but that did not keep us from retaliating .Yes, a couple of our retaliations ended with Melissa bound and gagged, but that is another tale. Don’t worry Melissa and several other people were destined to spend time in ropes and gag before this Halloween was over. Mel on this day was dressed in a long black skirt, a black pseudo Victorian Blouse and long black shawl. “So you are a vampire tonight “ I said.
“You’ve got it. Going to hunt me down tonight?”
“Don’tknow. I’ll have to see what I feel like after the game. It could be a tough one”
“Well , Ill see you chaps later”.
The Bell rang and we went off to class.

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:12:07 PDT 1998

Gina,Steffi, and I had changed considerably from the time of the Gina-Steffi war.
We were three years older, and our personalities had changed. Gina ‘s Chicago Attitude had mellowed out, although she still had plenty of it. Gina was the School’s #1 champion of the one line wisecrack. Steffi , although still reserved, was friendlier and much more at ease . Years later she told me that in High School she stopped thinking of herself as a German in the US and begun thinking of herself as a American who happened to be from Germany. Physically both Gina and Steffi had filled out nicely in all the right places. Steffi still wore her blond hair long but Gina wore her black hair only down to her shoulders.
In English Class the teacher showed a bad movie of a Poe story. Gina and I provided our own commentary and dialogue----and this was a long time before anyone had heard of Mystery Science Theater 3000! Crow T Robot and Tom Servo had nothing on Gina and I.But our next Class was just beginning when a girl named Daria entered the room.
Daria was not well liked. I thought she was a stuck up,insufferable snob-and my opinion was kinder then most..A popular nickname for her was “the Queen Bitch”--and girls called her that more than the boys. Daria had two things in her favor -she was smart and she was very attractive-a kind of brunette Nicole Kidman. It shows you how unlikable she was that she could not keep a steady boyfriend with her looks.She had a small clique and they acted like they were the lords of the school when in reality everyone ignored them.. If you’ve seen the film “Heathers” you have an idea of what the clique was like.As Daria walked in she gave me and Gina dirty looks. We had runs in with her before.And at Steffi she gave a real look of dislike. Steffi had real class-Daria was a conceited snob and there is a gulf the size of the galaxy between the two.And last spring Steffi had, without meaning too, inflicted a major humiliation on Daria--more a

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:18:37 PDT 1998

--more about that later because I am getting as tired of exposition as you are.

Daria was dressed in a Elvira style black dress trimmied with red, Another Vampire. It
would be a motley crew of vampires-Mel had no use for Daria akthough she did not have the active dislike most of us had.

After lunch I got out of class to get ready for the football game. In the words of Mike
Ditka we were not a very good team. And this day our minds were on the fun that
evening, not the game. As a result we got our butts kicked badly. I was spared the last
quarter though because I took a good hit in the third quarter trying to stop a defensive
linesman the size of Arnold Schwarznegger from getting to the quarter back. I landed flat on my back and had the air knocked out of me.
It felt weird, strangely detached. I remember the coach and the school nurse running out to me and trying to get me to stand up. I did;nt want to. It was nice and peaceful down there. No 200 pound guys were trying to knock me down down there.

I was not injured beyond a couple of bruises, just shaken. But it was enough to take me out of the game. We lost. So I was not in a great mood when I headed home accompanied by Gina.Steffi has left a little early to get her costume in final shape.
I did not eat very much at dinner that night. We had Pizza-My parents had a party of their own at the VFW to go to. were leaving my 15 Year old sister Chris to hold the fort. She was getting over a cold and did not want to go out. She would take care of the Trick and Treaters.My kid brother would be out trick and treating.

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:19:07 PDT 1998

I changed into my costume a kind of Han Solo Starwars outfit. I already had a couple of medieval outfits (I had gotten involved with a medieval group courtesy of a couple of neighbors) but wanted something simple. Gina also had a science fiction themed costume ; she was going as Ripley, the heroine of both ALIEN Films. (Aliens had been the big hit of the summerand Gina had seen it three times.) When Steffi showed Up I was surprised. I recongnized some of the costumed as being borrowed from the same neighbors who had gotten me involved with Medieval reenactments. She had a long blue Dress, a red surcoat a hooded cape, and was holding a spear (with a foam rubber sheath around the point for safety)and Shield and a Medieval helmet on her head. “Do I make a good Valkyrie” Steffi said. Both Gina and I remembered how sensitive She had been about being from Germany. The worm had turned.
Gina could not resist a chorus of “Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit” from the infamous
Bugs Bunny Cartoon ‘What’s opera, doc”.Steffi made a fake motion of stabbing at Gina with the spear. How things had changed since the Gina-Steffi wars.
We went out started out on foot for the party which was half a mile away.

It was dusk, and it was going to be Foggy as the for rolled in from the Pacific. Perfect for Halloween. Gina could not resist, as the fog came in, “Do not go out on the Moors
tonight!” in a bad fake British Accent. I commented “If your going to do Brit Accents take lessons from Melissa.”
We came to the block of the parties. We saw someone being chased by a vampire with a lot of good fake screaming. . We went up to the house where our Friend’s party was and saw some clown had put up a huge sign saying:
HOTEL CALIFORNIA
CHECK IN DESK WITHIN

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:22:42 PDT 1998

Steffi did not get it. She tried to be reasonably informed about current music but was a
little weak on classic rock. “What does it mean?What does it have to do with Halloween?”

Gina and I had been accused of having a Psychic Link. Now we offered more Proof as we sang in Unison
‘Welcome to the Hotel California”
“Such a lovely Place! Such a lovely Face!”
And then we sprang ahead to the punchline
“YOU CAN CHECKOUT ANY TIME YOU LIKE, BUT YOU CAN
NEVER LEAVE!”

We than explained it was a horror story in song form and someone was sure to put it on that evening.

The party was going strong when we walked in. It was a normal Halloween party, with
food, soft drinks, a stereo playing music, and, where I was headed. a rec room where
Horror movies were showing. I stopped to grab a beer. The host’s parents had let it be known that beer would be available, but they were keeping a close watch to see no one had more than two, and any bootleg would result in expulsion. I was opening my Bud when I was grabbed from behind. “Got You” .From the accent I knew it was Melissa.
“Why don’t you drink something decent like Bass or Guiness”
“This is the US and Budweiser is good enough for me”.
She gave a snort of disgust and I turned around Mel. was munching a Three Musketeers bar for which she had a passion. “I saw Steffi is in a Wagnerian Mood”
“Yeah, who would have thought it?”
“Well. I ‘m off to the Vampire’s lair.See you later,”

Gina was flirting with a perspective boyfriend, and Steffi was talking with a fellow school orchrestra member. I headed to the Video room what “Night of the Living Dead” was playing. I sat down just in time for the infamous bug eating scene.,and didn’t get up until the last flesh eating zombie was downed.
I went out to grab a coke and some munchies and was just finishing them when Gina
came up:
“Have you seen Steffi?"

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:24:45 PDT 1998

“Not for about an hour why?”
“A couple of people are going to do a skit to Hotel California and Steffi said she wanted to hear the song”
We asked around and finally the host said “Oh Steffi, decided it would be fun to hunt
Vampires so she grabbed a couple of Holy Water Balloons and A Styrofoam Stake and went out. about forty minutes ago.”
Gina then made a innocent statement that was to have grave consequences:
“Maybe we should go out and tell her about the skit. And we might as well nail a few
vampires ourselves.”
I agreed. So we grabbed a Couple of Water Balloons, a styrofoam stake and headed out.
And the Titanic sailed off...

In retrospect our big mistake was in grabbing the Balloons and Stakes. This made
participants in the game and legal vampire targets. If we had just gone out looking for
Steffi it would have been different.
Gina and I headed toward the vampire lair--the house where the vampire party was. We figured any vampire chasing action would have been in that direction. I had a heavy duty flashlight with a narrow focus beam. I could not resist turning it on. The fog was so thick it didn’t help much but I waved the beam overhead saying” “A Light Saber!The weapon of a Jedi Knight!”
Gina snorted “The weapon of a Jedi Idiot. Cut the crap, lets find Steffi, maybe nail a
vampire and get back to the party”.
We saw a obvious vampire ahead of us in the shadows. Gina got off one of her balloons but it missed and the vampire just ran toward the Lair.
“Why didn’t he attack” Gina said.The vampires had red magic markers to “Bite” with.
“I don’t know. Let’s get closer to the Lair.”

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:27:59 PDT 1998

We approached the house. It was unusual in that the fence on one side was down, being replaced by a new one. The father of the vampire fascinated host was an architect and insisted on doing it himself so it was taking forever. We could see a small house in the back yard-a studio he had built himself to give him some privacy from his wife and kids for his work.Along the back of the back yard was a chain link fence that divided the yard from the large regional park the went on for mile or so in either direction. One section was down--the county had not gotten around to fixing it yet. There was a earth bank between the fence and the park’s main biking trail.Sorry for the geography lesson but is is necessary. This is the battleground for the rest of the story.
Gina and I ,trying to be quiet went into the back yard. (It had been okayed by the
parents.) No vampires. We scouted the yard. There were some noises of partying from the house.
“Maybe Steffi ‘s joined the party” I said.
“Well, lets go see” Gina said. We both had been invited to join the Vampires but had
declined. But a drop by visit was perfectly in order.
However all of sudden the door of the smaller house opened and we were blitzed by
vampires. About Three grabbed me and Three more grabbed Gina.We were then forced, although gently to the ground. I remember wishing my Football’s team’s pass rush was half that good.
Suddenly a voice said “The Queen said she wants these two alive.Tie them up and bring them to her.” This was said in a bad Hollywood Translyvanian accent.I felt my Hands being pulled behind my back. I glanced over and Gina hand’s were also pulled behind her.

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:31:27 PDT 1998

We probably could have broken loose but we both hated being party poopers. By joining in the vampire hunt we had made ourselves targets. Besides, we had an immediate idea that it was Melissa who was the queen and was paying us back for a prank abduction Gina and I puled on Mel a few months back. (Yes, a future posting).We knew whatever revenge Mel had in mind would be in good fun and harmless.Gina’s and my hands were tied behind us with rope. and then we were helped to our feet and marched to the studio.
When we went inside we saw that we may have make a mistake in thinking this was just normal fun.

The first thing I was Steffi. She was tied to a chair, her hands behind the chair, more rope around her body securing her to the chair back, and her ankles tied together. She was gagged with adhesive tape. A voice said “Gag them!” Adhesive tape strips were placed firmly across Gina’s and my mouths,effectively gagging us. Then Daria stepped out from the back of the studio. Oh Shit I thought. “Well good evening, Gina! Too bad you cannot address me as Queen Bitch tonight! I am a Queen though-of the vampires”.
I recognized the acting style from being a techie in drama class.. Daria ‘s acting in High
school drama struck me as being the type that made me want some mustard--I like
mustard with ham. But she got leading roles because of her looks,and when we did a
children’s play which called for an evil queen Daria had been very effective. Now she
giving the same damn melodramatic performance. “I will have to think about how I can
repay you for your many compliments, Gina.” Gina had made no secret of her dislike for Daria and had made Daria a favorite one liner target.

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:34:07 PDT 1998

Daria then glanced at Steffi who in turn gave Daria a look which would have put Daria
six feet under if looks could kill. “Well, my dear Steffi, you are not waltzing very well
tonight, are you?” Then it all fell into place. Daria was using the front of a Halloween
game/prank to pay off some private vendettas of her own.
The waltz comment was in reference to a formal Strauss Waltz dance competition put on last spring by the local semi professional symphony orchestra. Steffi had been determined to win (her mom had been a music teacher in Germany and gave lessons in the U.S. as soon as her English was good enough) , had drafted me to be her partner and had managed to teach me the klutz how to waltz. Daria had also wanted to win and spent a great deal of time bragging how it was in the bag. When Steffi and I won Daria was furious and humiliated. Now it was payback time.
“I’m going to have to think how to show you how much I appreciate all you have done for me in the past. A dip in a pond would be appropriate”.There was a small fish pond in the backyard next to the studio.In the summer this would be good fun but in October on a Foggy Bay Area Night it was not a pleasant prospect.”In the meantime tie our two guests ankles and use tape to make sure they cannot free their hands.”

dudalb

Fri Oct 23 16:36:34 PDT 1998

Five minutes later Gina and I were seated on the floor, our ankles tied together, and
adhesive tape binding our arms to our sides.Daria-who was not stupid-had our already
bound wrists taped to the opposite legs of a table in the studio. Gina and I could not reach each other’s bonds this way.Daria checked our bonds to be sure they were secure and then said. “Well, I am off to party a little. I will send a vampire every few minutes to make sure you are comfortable-and still tied. Hasta la Vista”.
Daria then walked off, Leaving all 3 of us tightly bound and gagged. But at least for a few minutes we wouldn’t have to endure Daria’s cornball acting.

TO BE CONCLUDED ON HALLOWEEN

dudalb

Sun Oct 25 11:21:04 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Canuck, sorry for the off topic posting - feel free to delete it if you want.

Dudalb, I found your story fascinating to read not so much because of the bondage but for your description of that very American institution, Halloween. I knew it was big over there but not that big.

In my home country of Australia, Halloween passes virtually ignored by all and sundry although it is still moderately popular with young children who still go out "trick or treating" ( generally accompanied by parents ) We do not have the same teenage dressups or parties to celebrate Halloween that you do.

Anyway, I look forwards with interest to see what the "Queen Bitch" gets up to. She reminded me of someone at my old work - Her name was Alison and she was our supervisor. We used to call her the "Alisaurus" after the Tyrannosarus Rex in the dino movie Jurassic Park. No explanation needed...

Anyway, having said all that I will wish you all a very happy Halloween.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Oct 25 01:14:00 1998

When i was 14 i had a friend over my house. We will call him K. Anyway, he was sitting in a chair by my computer and doing something in a chat room. I crept up to him and put my hand over his mouth and said be quiet or you will get hurt. And considering we were friends if he wasnt quiet i would probably punch him or somehting like that. i had duct tape ready and i got him on the ground and put a scarf around his eyes. I then started to tie his hands behind his back when he did a reverse maneuver and got me on my back and started to tye me up. He tied my hands behind my back and then taped my legs together. I thought he would stop but then he took his sock off and stuffed it in my mouth and took the scarf and tied it around my mouth. He then tied my feet and my hands together which made me totally helpless. After i was laying there on the floor for like 15 minutes he said he was going to let me go. But after he took my gag off and i said im going to kill you he put it back on and wrapped me in a fleece blanket. So i was hog tied and really hot. He finally released me and said dont try it again or you will get tied up again. So i tried again the next day and the same result came out of it. Except this time i got tied up by him and the girl who i secretly had a crush on! More hopefully to come. .../

E247

Sun Oct 25 02:00:52 1998

/...
Another experience i had was acouple months ago when i was at summer overnight camp. My sister who is 18 was a councelor there. She was the councelor of the girls that were my age. One night when me and 3 other kids in my bunk decided to play a prank on my sister i had a tie up experience. The camp was in the mountains so to get to the girls part of camp we had to go down a very steep hill. When we managed to get down there we noticed that a girl was peeking out of the window of the bunk where we were headed to. We forgot about her and went with our plan. We went in front of the bunk and started to throw toilet paper on the roof and onto the deck of the bunk. After we were fresh out of toilet paper the light went on in the girls bunk and they all ran out. Including my sister. She told her girls to run after my and the 3 other kids. I started to run around to the path that led back into the woods but i was caught in a soccer net that was lifted upward. (i thought that only worked in movies) since i was the first to run that way i got caught and the other kids got away. all the other girls came over and they dragged me into their bunk. They put my on a bed while 5 girls held me down my sister started to tie my hands to the bed posts and then my legs to the other bed posts. she then put rope around my stomach and under the matress and around and around. I started to scream for the other kids to come. As the H came out of my mouth the girl that caught me put her hand over my mouth. She them took her sock and stuffed it in my mouth. My sister ran into the other side of the cabin and came back with tape. She put it on my lips so i could push out the suck. They then covered me with about 20 blankets. i then could barely here my friend from my bunk being pulled into the bunk. I have no clue how they caught him too. But anyway after they took the blankets off me they started to play around with me. Then they got another big soccer net out of the supply closet that was out

E247

Sun Oct 25 02:20:30 1998

they untied me from the bed and wrapped me in the soccer net. After they had fun with me and the net. they kept me wrapped up and tied me back to the bed. I managed to fall asleep after a while realizing i couldnt get out. In the morning they showed me to every girl that was my age or older then me and all their councelors. I was so embarrassed. It turned out that a girl heard us talking about our little prank and they boobie trapped the area.

E247

Mon Oct 26 21:19:30 1998

Spying on Sister

This is the first time I've posted and all names are fictitious.

I've always enjoyed bondage having seen it on TV almost all the time growing up. To me being tied up was always the most exciting thing in the world, especially if there were girls involved. I had never been tied up until that one summer night when I was 11 and my sister Emily(13) had her friend Bridget(12), who I had a crush on, over for a sleepover. Our parents had broken up and mom had to work so we were pretty much on our own that night. Emily was the "responsible" one and I was the "bratty kid brother". That one night I was being brattier than usual.

I think it was Bridget being there. She was pretty. Long black hair bright green eyes. I was too shy to approach her and Emily's patronizing treatment of me didn't help. Especially when she made me get my Pajamas on and go to bed at 9:00.

"Mom wants you in bed and she left me in charge so do as I say." Usually I wouldn't have minded so much but with Bridget there it was downright humiliating. It would get worse, thanks to me.

After about a half hour of fuming and listening to my sister and her friend giggling in the next room, I decided to sneak over to the door and see what they were up to. I knew it wouldn't be anything too interesting but I had to do something. I guess I was asking for trouble that night.

I thought I was being real sneaky when I peeked in through the half open door and watched the two sitting on Emily's bed gossiping and giggling. Emily was in her pink cotton sleeveless night gown and Bridgett was in sky blue pajamas with a pullover shortsleeved top. I was entrtanced by her so I did not see Emily get up and go into her bathroom. This was a mistake as the other door let into the hallway where I crouched. I didn't even know she was behind me until she grabbed me by the shoulder.

"And what are you doing out of bed Little Brother?"

Kid Brothet

Mon Oct 26 21:34:31 1998

Spying on Sister Part 2.

I could barely stammer a reply when Bridget walked out curious as to what the noise was.

"I caught my creepy little brother snooping around out here." said Emily angrily. "You're going to get it when Mom gets home."

"Yeah", Bridget joined in. "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" This was even more humiliating, being scolded by the girl of my dreams, but it was also strangely exciting. It wasn't nearly as exciting as what came next.

"You know what I think, Emily." said Bridget with a sinister smile. "I think this little snooper needs to be taught a little lesson."

Emily, still mad, was curious.
"What kind of lesson?"

"Well, since he's so curious about what we're doing in here I think we should keep him here for a while." I felt my heart beating a mile a minute and was scared and excited at once.
"W-what do you mean?" I said nervously. It was as if I could almost anticipate Bridget's next words.

"Emily. do you have any rope?"
"I think so." my sister answered gently ushering me into her room. "In the closet over there. I used to use it to jump rope."

Bridget turned and rummaged around the bottom of the closet while Emily steered me over to a chair at the corner of the room.
"I'm going to keep you in here until mom gets home and then she'll see what a brat you've been."
I choked on what I was going to say next because I saw that Bridget had found the rope. It was about 50 feet long, white and cotton. I remember emily had it tied to tree and used it to jump rope with her friends.
"This should hold him quite nicely." she said.
I couldn't or wouldn't resist too much at this point. I felt a mixture of dread and excitement as Bridget unwould the rope and ordered me to put my hands behind the chair.

Kid Brothet

Mon Oct 26 21:48:28 1998

Spying on Sister part 3

Taking the rope, Bridget proceeded to secure my hands behind me, with surprising tightness for a girl I might add, while my sister expalined the terms of my captivity. I was to stay tied up in her room until mom got home. Until that time, they could do whatever they wanted to me. Bridget continued to tie me, my arms to my sides holding me to the chair and around my legs and feet. All the time she was tickling me lightly and giggling.

"Of course you will be gagged" said Emily as she pulled a scarf and a handkerchief from her drawer. "We'll take off your gag every fifteen minutes to give you a drink of water, not too much of course, since you won't be able to go to the bathroom. But when we do, you are not to make a peep."
"Yeah" giggle Bridget, "and not only that, but you have to kiss us both, on the mouth."

I must have blushed quite visibly at that, as kissing Bridget would have been a dream come true. as they both burst out laughing. This made me blush even further and I felt a sense of helpless excitement and humiliation as my sister gagged me.

The whole evening was a blur. I watched helplessly as they continued their giggly girl talk interspersed with teaseing and tickling. I think Bridget noticed me watching her especially as she always made it a point to give me the water so that I would kiss her. She would not have needed rope to make me kiss her but somehow her kisses were even sweeter when she gave them to me as a captive. I had to kiss my sister too but I would be too enthralled by Bridget to really notice. I found myself glad that Bridget tied me up and wished that I wasnt' forbidden to speak as I felt that I could tell her anything. I was her slave.

Anyway mom came home and found me bound and gagged in my sister's room. She wasn't too happy and gave both the girls a stern talking to. Emily had to promise never to do it again and sadly, she kept that promise. We moved away shortly after that as mom couldn't afford to keep the

Kid Brothet

Mon Oct 26 22:06:03 1998

Mom couldn't afford to keep the house and wanted to move near her family. We never saw Bridget again and I think Emily was kind of ashamed of what happened that night and didn't keep in touch. I have thought of Bridget often though and, although I've been tied up, and tied others up, many times since then, I can never forget the special evening I spent as her captive.

Kid brothet

Wed Oct 28 14:50:44 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - Part 1

I'm going to start this by saying that I love this site and I visit often. Unfortunately, I was not lucky enough to grow up in some of the neighborhoods that many of the regular contributors to this site did. Darn the luck!! I did have one experience from my teenage years that I think applies, so after these many months of enjoying all of the posts here, I figured I had better finally put it to words and post it.

Like most contributors to this site, my early bondage experiences were typically fired up by what I saw on television at a very young age. Looking back at these stories though, and considering neighborhood I grew up in, I find myself wishing that I could have grown up elsewhere (especially dudalb's neck of the woods). But, alas, all I had was a very small and very conservative Southeastern Pennsylvania town. I did have television, and that provided many outlets for one of my main interests. Television shows like Batman, Get Smart, and later on Hart to Hart and Charlie's Angels, as well as animated shows like Penelope Pitstop were always staples that I could fall back on.

Anyway, my experiences of tying up the fairer sex were typically limited to my imagination. That is, until my junior year of high school. That was the year I decided to try my hand at becoming a thespian. I'm not sure what drove me to this decision. My schedule was fairly well booked with football in the fall and baseball in the spring. However, there was a void during the winter, and our junior class was putting on a production. So without even inquiring about what play we would be doing, I tried out.

Tim G.

Wed Oct 28 15:03:34 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - Part 2

It turned out that our class was putting on a production of Mark Twain's "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court". A group of us went through some on-stage tryouts to determine which parts each would be cast for. The teacher/director originally had me cast for the part of Clearance, which in the long run would have worked out pretty well, but since this was the late '70's early '80's, there were more girls trying out than guys. The part of Clearance went to a good female friend of mine named Alyssa. At this point, I'll point out here that all names are changed to protect the innocent. Clearance was essentially the court jester and could be played by either a male or female.

Tim G.

Wed Oct 28 15:06:33 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - Part 3

Alyssa was short, very cute, and very well endowed. She had very short dark hair and was always bubbly. We had a terrific friendship that one a year later sprouted into a romance, but that's a different unrelated story. I got the part of Sir Sagramore, one of the Knights of the Round Table. It was a medium sized part (smaller than Clearance's), but a lot of fun, because Sagramore was a blowhard who became the butt of many of the jokes that transpired throughout the play. It was neat to be a part of the light-hearted side of the play. The other main character in this story was a girl named Janice. Janice was, in my opinion, one of the better-looking girls in our class. She, too, was a good friend of mine. This friendship extended back through our elementary school years together. The opinion I had of Janice's looks was definitely shared by many of my friends. She too was rather short, around 5' 2" or so. She had fairly long dark hair that came to the middle of her back, a dark complexion, and the most beautiful dark, foreboding eyes. Anyway, she was cast as the heroine of the play. And many years of college drinking have destroyed the brain cells that used to contain the name of the heroine so I don't remember that character's name. It's not important for this story.

Tim G.

Wed Oct 28 15:08:05 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - Part 4

After one try-out session, all of the characters were cast, and all cast members were given scripts to begin memorizing their lines. I began by doing an entire read through of the play. I got through the first and second acts, and was generally pretty happy with my part in the play. Then I began looking at the third act, and my jaw hit the floor. A scene early on in the third act had Merlin up to no good. He was starting to plot against the Connecticut Yankee, and the heroine (Janice) overheard his plot. By this time in the play, my character, Sagramore, was beginning to side with evil. Essentially, I was becoming one of Merlin's henchmen. Merlin orders me to grab the heroine and tie her to a chair. The stage direction notes actually said, that Sagramore proceeds to tie the heroine to the chair. I must of reread that 10 times to make sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. I suddenly thought that acting was about the coolest thing in the world. I kept reading on. Shortly after tying the heroine up in a chair, Merlin begins to gloat about his wonderful plan. At this point in time, both Merlin and Sagramore suddenly spot Clearance as he (she in this case) is overhearing the evil plot. Of course, Merlin orders Sagramore to grab him (her). The stage instructions here say that Sagramore grabs Clearance and ties his hands behind his back. Now my head is spinning, because, in one scene my character will be able to tie up, on-stage, in front of everyone, both Janice and Alyssa.

Tim G

Wed Oct 28 15:10:32 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - Part 5

It's at this point that it clicks in my mind that I was originally slated for the part of Clearance. And here in the play I would have been taken captive by Merlin and tied up along with Janice. So, you can see why it turned out that it would have been great to play either part. I was just thankful that I signed up to do the play in the first place. I continued reading, and got to a scene a little later in the play where I get to lead the heroine, Clearance, and Queen Gueniveirre (spelling?) across the stage. They are to have their hands tied behind their backs, and Sagramore is holding a rope that is tied around each of their waists. After reading the script, I was definitely ready to begin rehearsals.

To say that I was in heaven over the next several weeks as we went through rehearsal would be a tremendous understatement. I relished the practice time we spent going over the scene where I got to tie Janice's hands behind her back and then tie her to the chair. She was supposed to act feisty and therefore generally put up a good struggle before the larger, more powerful Sagramore finally subdued her. In fact, I would often botch up accidentally on purpose so that we would have to do the entire scene over again. The best part was that after I got done tying up Janice, I would get to end the scene by subduing and tying up Alyssa as well.

Tim G

Wed Oct 28 15:12:07 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court - Part 6

Then the topper would be the scene where I got to escort 3 girls who had their hands secured behind their backs and were lashed together at the waist across the stage. This scene opened up with the girls all tied together, therefore, some preparation had to take place before the scene happened. The preparation, involved tying the hands of all three girls behind their backs and then lashing them together. Since I was an integral part of the scene, I was one of the people who got to do all of the backstage tying.

Sadly, the weekend came where we had to put on the play, and my opportunities to tie these girls up on an almost daily basis came to an end. The play received rave reviews. I thought we did a very good job, but I was a junior in high school, and not sitting in the audience. Plus, my review of the play would be rather slighted by the fact that I was in it. I had so much fun acting that when the time came for our senior class play the following year, I gladly applied. Sadly, though, that play's theme definitely does not fit here. I did get a chance to see a movie version of "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court" a few years later. I think the movie was made in the '60s. The heroine was taken captive by Merlin in that version also, and did spend some time in chains as part of her bondage. I'll never remember the actors names, but the heroine was a beautiful redhead, and watching the scene brought back some terrific memories. That's my post. Like I said before, I think this is a great site. I always look forward to the chances I get to pay a visit.

Tim G.

Thu Oct 29 10:14:32 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Tim,

Great story! - a very interesting read. Wish I'd seen the play too!

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Oct 28 22:17:25 PST 1998

THE HALLOWEEN FROM HELL
PART TWO: ESCAPE FROM THE VAMPIRE QUEEN.

I've decided to post this in three installments instead of two, the last part will be up on Halloween. As soon as Daria left with her vampire entourage Gina and I begun testing our bonds and soon gave up. The vampires could tie good knots,and the only chance we had was to maneuver so Gina and I could work on each other bonds. But the tape that held our already bound wrists to the table legs prevented that. Steffi sat still, I guessed (rightly) that she had already tired to free herself and failed.
I thought about a couple of Questions. I had not seen Melissa since our meeting at the
party. Where was she? She would not go along with any midnight dunking.And did Daria really mean that or was she just trying to scare us?Daria was a bitch but that big a bitch? Daria was very good at stopping her bitchiness just short of getting in trouble.
Her mom (Who I knew from church ) a very nice person was not pleased with what her daughter had become and was looking for an excuse to lower the boom. Maybe tonight would provide that but I hoped it would be without a midnight bath for us...

dudalb

Wed Oct 28 22:21:54 PST 1998

I glanced over at Gina and noticed she was doing something with her hands. I could not see what. But a couple of minutes of later she pulled her wrists away form the table leg. She had found a way to free her wrist from the tape which secured them to the leg. Later she told me that the vampires had made one mistake and left a small corner of the tape loose. She had been pulling at it ever since she felt the corner and at last tore it loose from the leg. Now she could move to me and we could work at each other’s bonds. Gina rolled toward me but found out her bound wrists could not reach the knors on my hands because of the tape still on my hands.Gina then sat up, slowly stood up and hopped toward Steffi.
Later she said she wanted to have us untied and out of there before the a vampire checked in. The promised check every five minutes was not happening (it had been about fifteen minutes before the first vampire checked up on us). but one could walk in at any minute.
Gina had decided that she had a better chance of freeing Steffi’s hands in time than mine.
Gina hopped over to Steffi, knelt down and begun working on Steffi;s bound wrists. It
took about ten minutes but the ropes dropped from Steffi’s wrists and in another five
minutes Gina was untying her ankles while Steffi was untying my Wrists.
“How did they grab you” I asked.
It turned out that Steffi had chased a couple of vampires who got away. Steffi,
determined to bag at least one had ventured in the lair and gotten the same rush we did. I found out later this was tactic they used on a lot of people: lure them into an ambush. But most of their victims they just “Bit” with their red Magic markers and let go. Only
we three on the orders of Daria were taken prisoner. Daria had conned the Girl who
originated the vampire party Idea into making her the queen. She was one of the few
friends Daria had. The Host was a nice kid; no accounting for tastes.

dudalb

Wed Oct 28 22:24:10 PST 1998

Now that we were untied the next stage was to get the hell out of there. We had decided to leave the studio and leave through the downed chain link fence and take the bike trail in the park to the nearest park entrance and then decide whether to return to the party we had come from or just head home. I looked out the studio window to see if anyone was coming Someone was.
I whispered “Someone’s coming” and we automatically went to the side of the door.
“Lets rush them” I said. Gina Whispered to Steffi “Just do what he does.”My idea was to let the vampire open the door, walk in ,then we would rush out and make for the fence gap. The door opened and I heard a British voice say ‘Are you chaps all right?”
It was the missing Mel. and my plan fell apart. Melissa stopped in the doorway and
looked where she expected to see three bound and gagged prisoners and saw nothing.
She opened her mouth as if to yell but did’nt get any farther because Steffi-usually the
gentlest of the lot of us reached out, grabbed Mel with one arm and put the hand of the
other arm over Mel’s mouth. Gina joined in, grabing both of Mel’s arms.Steffi said“If you promise not to yell I will take away my hand”.Melissa nodded her agreement and Steffi lifted her hand--but Steffi told Gina to keep hold of Mel.”She is now our prisoner” Steffi said.
“Where have you been” I asked. “Know what the Queen Bitch has been up to?”
“I know she took you lot prisoners but that is part of the game, isn’t it?”Mel said.
Yeah, but throwing people in ponds is not” I told her about Daria’s threat..
Mel seemed surprised.”She was just trying to scare you. Besides I would have put a stop to that”Later we learned that Mel had learned who the prisoners were only a few minutes before and had immediately gone out to see if we were OK .
“Maybe, but I’m not taking chances. We’re outta here”.

dudalb

Wed Oct 28 22:28:40 PST 1998

”Melissa then went into what Gina called her Kamikaze mode. When Melissa became
involved with a game, a prank, or a party she did it with the singlemindeness of a WW2 Japanese pilot preparing to make his last flight. She would stop when it became apparent it was getting really dangerous or really cruel but other then that Mel would party, play, or prank until the last cow had come home.
Mel said “I can’t let you do that, chaps”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t be a good vampire if I let captive Vampire killers escape. I promise you you won’t be dunked and I’ll see if you can just be locked in under guard instead of tied up” Fat chance with Daria in charge, I thought. Mel was sincere- underneath the zaniness she had a kind heart and meant real harm to no one but I thought she was overestimating her influence with her fellow vampires. and undeerestimating Daria vindictiveness.
Steffi had stepped away when Mel first said she could not let us go.Steffi liked Mel but
was familiar with her in game mode. Steffi called it going into Cloud Cuckoo Land. Steffi picked up the roll of adheisive tape and while Mel was trying to convice us to stay as prisoners Steffi tore off a piece of tape.

I replied “No way we are staying here with Daria in charge”
Mel said “You lot are leaving me no choice” and opened her mouth to yell, But Steffi was ready. Mel had only time for a short yelp before Steffi had gagged her with the strip of tape... Gina had taken the next step: she told Steffi to throw her a piece of rope and she begun tying Melissa’s hands behind her. Melissa did not fight back. “Sorry Mel”, I said
“but since tying and gagging prisoners is allowed in this game we’re going to leave you
here bound and gagged for your fellow vampires to find after we make a get away”

dudalb

Wed Oct 28 22:31:29 PST 1998

Mel accepted that we had captured her fair and square.I then asked her to sit down in the chair as I picked up a piece of rope to tie her feet with.But Steffi, seeing what I was going to do said “No” “We will take her with us so there will be one less vampire to kill when we return”.Both Gina and I gave her a “Are you Crazy”look.But Steffi gave us a quick one minute synopsis of her idea. And we both thought it was a great idea.
“Great idea, Steffi, but what are we going to do with our little Brit Vampire here?.When they find her she will blow the plan”
“That is why we must take her with us.You mentioned your parents will not be back until midnight.What time is It?”
“I checked my watch. “Just 9:45” Incredibly enough for all that happened it had been
around 8:45 when Gina and I set out on our seach\vampire Hunt.
“We can take her to your house, and your Sister can keep her prisoner until the Vampire Killing is over. It should be finished by Eleven”.
“Great Steffi, lets walk around with a tied and gagged Prisoner. The SWAT Team will
love to meet you.”

dudalb

Wed Oct 28 22:36:17 PST 1998

“I have a plan for that.I will put my large cape and hood on Mel to hide the fact she is
tied up. It will be hard to tell without looking close.It is Foggy. And since it was
Halloween anyone seeing us will asssume it is just a Halloween game.And since we are
going by the bike trail we will meet few people except for the last few blocks”
“OK,but only if Mel agrees . She’s going to have to cover for us if we are stopped”
I turned to Mel “At my house you be a lot more comfortable than if we left you here.You will be out of hearing for you Vampire buddies so you can be ungagged although knowing you in your game playing\kamikazi mode You’ll still be tied up. Chris will see you are as comfortable. as possible under the circumstances;.We even have cable tv for you to watch.Are you along for this one?”
Mel thought for a moment then nodded.So the plan was made. We would go to my house equip ourselves for the attack, leave Mel, probably tied up, with Chris, and return to kick vampire butt.
I stuck my head out the door, No one there. Just sounds of partying from the house.
We rushed out the door and headed toward the gap in the fence. We went through the
gap to the embankment. Still no reaction.Later Mel told us one reason she agreed to be taken away was she was afraid she would spend most of the evening bound and gagged in the studio because her fellow vampires were too busy partying to check on the prisoners.
We headed up the embankment. Mel had to be helped climbing the embankment. It is not easy to up even a shallow slope with your hands tied behind you. But we got over and hit the paved bike trail. We had escaped the from the Vampire Queen. But now we wanted payback and to kick serious vampire butt. So we hurried on down the trail to get ready for the counterattack

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Wed Oct 28 22:38:13 PST 1998

The final part of my Halloween tale will be posted on Halloween.Be there. Aloha.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:21:27 PST 1998

THE HALLOWEEN FROM HELL PT.#
STEFFI THE VAMPIRE SLAYER.

Once we hit the bike trail we made up for what time we lost going up the embankment.
The fog was thicker then ever.In about five minutes we passed a access gate to the trail that we knew was a quarter mile from the Vampire’s lair. I stopped and told Gina “We are out of vampire country. I think we can Ungag Mel.” Gina gently took off Mel’s tape gag.
“Thanks”, Mel said.”Walking around gagged is a bother”.
As we walked down the bike trail the discussion turned to horror movies. It was surreal, four teenagers, one of them a “prisoner “ with her hands tied behind her, talking about how bad most films made from Stephen King ‘s novels were.We came to the exit that emptied onto Steffi’s street. Stefi left to get her soon to be anti vampire equipment and join us at my house later. In another couple of minutes we reached the exit nearest my house. Actually it was closer to Gina’s; we stopped there while Gina grabbed her anti vampire gear.Melissa and I stayed out and I asked Mel where had she been during our capture by the Vampires Typical Mel: She had gotten a little bored being a vampire so she went to a party a couple of blocks away. She returned with a renewed interest in being undead only to find out about our capture, deciding to check to see if we were ok, and ended up a prisoner of we, the fearless but not too successful so far vampire killlers. Gina came out and we continued to my house.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:23:29 PST 1998

We walked in. Chris said “Hi, Bro.Hi Gina,Hi Melissa” Gina had a kind of unofficial older sister status with Chris and Mel she knew from when we dated and from Mel’s occasional appearances at church both Mel’s and our families attended. Then when we took off the Cloak Mel was wearing Christ saw the Mel’s hands were tied. “She’s your prisoner in a Halloween game, right?”
‘Right, and your’re going to keep an eye on her” I then gave a brief account of the
evening. Chris thought Steffi’s plan for a counterattack was great and became an
enthusiastic supporter. I motioned to Mel to sit down in an old fashioned padded armchair the was my Mom’s place in front of the TV while I sent Chris to get some more rope. I had a tie up planned for Mel that would be both secure and comfortable for her, but it would require quite a bit of rope.I heard Gina in the kitchen Making some instant Coffee for us. Chris came back with the rope and I walked over to Mel.
‘OK, This is going to be the most comfortable way of tying you up I can think of.Put
your arms on the chairarms like you normally would. “ Mel put her left arm on the left
chairarm and the right arm on the right chairarm.I tied both wrists to
their respective chairarms. I then tied her upper arms right before where the elbow to
their chairarms. Gina came in with the coffee and while I got a caffeine boost she tied
Mel’s upper body securely to the chair just below the bustline.Then Gina finished off the job by tying Melissa ankles together and then tying them to a chair rung. Mel was securely tied but in a natural and comfortable position.”Ok?” I asked.
“Well, I guess I am about as comfortable as you can get if you are a tied up prisoner.
Could the prisoner request a cup of tea. ? Chris can hold it up for me to sip.”At this point I notices that Gina had picked up a length of rope and put it in her belt. “Just in case we get a shot on Capturing the Queen Bitch”

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:26:20 PST 1998

There was a knock at the door, and Steffi walked in.She had changed into pants, a sweater and a windbreaker.And she carried the weapon the she had conceived of as a anti vampire weapon:the super soaker.
I was kicking myself, the military history buff ,for not thinking of it myself. Our zero
vampire kill ratio was due to inferior weaponry.Balloons filled with holy water had short range, were inaccurate, and you could only carry a couple of them.BUt a super soaker
filled with Holy Water-there was anti vampire weapon to be reckoned with. A kind of
AK47 assault weapon for vampires.Vampire Killing through superior firepower. When
Daria had threatened us with a icy cold midnight dunking the rules of engagements had
changed.
Gina was already filling her super soaker. I went upstairs not just to get mine but to
Borrow Chris’s . When I came downstairs Gina was filled and Steffi took mine into fill.
Christ was microwaving a cup of water to make Tea for our captive, who was channel
surfing with the remote in her tied to the chair arm right hand. I went into the kitchen
where Steffi was finishing filling my Soaker and was getting ready to fill Chris’s. I would carry two; we fixed improvised slings to them the first day we got them.We three had a brief discussion of tactics.We had decided that we would go by the bike trail.Gina would leave the trail by an official exit . go to the lair and attack from the street.Steffi and I would attack when we heard Gina attack by our escape route:the downed fence intot he back yard. A flanking attack with a attack from two directions at once. It it was good enough for Robert E Lee and Stonewall Jackson at Chacellorsville it was good enough for us.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:29:11 PST 1998

It was now Ten Twenty.-five. Figure twenty-five minutes to get into position. we set ten fifty as the attack time. As we went into the living room on our way out we
Mel I mentioned earlier loved 3 Musketeers bars. They were my family’s favorite too.
My Mom bought three times more then necessary of the small sized Trick or Treat 3
Musketeers bars so their would be plenty left over for us. Now Chris was feeding Mel
with the bars, It was an assembly line. Chris would unwrap a bar, put it in Mel’s mouth, and while she was chewing unwrap another.After a couple of bars Mel requested a sip of Tea and Chris held the cup up for Mel to drink from. We figured that as long as the candy b bars and the tea held out Mel would be a relatively content prisoner. I told Chris that we would phone when it was over and she would untie Mel and let her go.If we were defeated and could not phone, let her go by Eleven Fifteen. We then went out to wreak havoc on vampires and one Queen Vampire in particular.
On the trail we discussed what we should do with Daria if we should manage to capture her. The tricky part was that she would have to more or less agree to what punishment we came up with. We decided on a taste of her own medicine: She would be bound and gagged for about 45 minutes, the same amount of time we were.We had two things to make her agree: a. Peer Pressure. One of underlying principles of life at our High School was that if you dished it out, you had to be ready to take it. Anyone who tried to quit something they started when it went against them was despised. If Daria tried to weasel out she would lose what little respect she had-even from her few friends.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:32:09 PST 1998

And we had a second weapon: Blackmail. Daria’s mom would hear about this. She could hear about it in two ways.:It was just normal Halloween fun and games -perhaps a little more energetic then usual-or she could hear about Daria little threat of a midnight dip. And the way we would tell it would make Daria seem like the most Vindictive Bitch since the Evil Queen in Snow White. Daria would be grounded for a long time to come. Knowing Daria we knew she would find 45 mInutes all tied up preferable to a long time confined to barracks. But first whe would have to be caught.

We reached the exit where Gina took off for the street frontal attack. Steffi and I then moved down to the downed fence. We were careful to go up The embankment a little before the downed fence to avoid detection. I peeked around the corner of the fence into the yard. A couple of vampires were talking .They mentioned briefly that Daria was pissed when she found out that we had gotten loose. The vamps seems to find it amusing. So much for loyalty when Daria was involved,

I checked my Watch. It was Ten Fifty-five. Five minutes beyond the attack time. But my Dad often said if he learned one thing as a US Marine in Vietnam it was that no operation goes off exactly as planned. I had just thought this when I heard a shout from out in front and a cry of “Hey it’s Gina” followed by a squeal “I;m wet”! As soon as We heard this.
we moved out. To my surprise Steffi let out a loud shout as she charged into the yard.
The vampires we heard talking never knew what hit them. I did not even get a chance to fire. Steffi let them both have a good stream of water. They turn and ran. Steffi gave them another Squirt and shouted “You are dead” The reply was “OK.OK,were’re dead” and ran off to the side.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:39:15 PST 1998

Steffi turned and headed toward the front of the house with the unfinished fence where
Gina was attacking. I turned (we had formed a plan while waiting.) to cover Steffi’s back.
Two vampires came rushing out of the main house. I gave one good shot of water which hit one of them head on and they turned arond and ran back in.They were;nt expecting this. I waited but no one else came out although the face of the hostess of the Vampire looking out a window.I waved my hand since we were friends .But a noise came from behind me and I was almost knocked over by two running vampires. Steffi came around the corner and let them have it. They fell down with moans of agony.Soon Gina came around the corner with three or four people who I recognized
as being from the party where I started the evening. They had styrofoam stakes . The
hostess of the party was among them. They were followed about three vampires who
looked a little wet. More dead vampires. Gina had decided to stop of at the party and
recruit some help.

Then the studio door opened and Three more vampires ran out. I saw that Daria was one of them.Steffi stepped out and soaked two of them,who fell down. Daria kept running trying to make the house. But she was wearing a long Mortica Adams style dress which was not the best thing for running and she tripped and sprawled on the ground. As fate would have it this was only a few yards from Gina. Before Daria could get up Gina was kneeling over her and said in the coldest voice she could manage. “Ok Your Majesty. Now your’re our prisoner. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice. If you want the easy way put your hands behind you.” The coldness of the tone combined with Gina’s Chicago accent must have scared Daria a little, for she put her hands behind her.
Gina used the rope she took from my house to tie Daria’s wrists behind her. The Queen Bitch was our captive.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:44:31 PST 1998

At this point The Host of the Vampire Party came out waving a white handkerchief.
“All right,you Vampire hunters win.”
Me and GIna gave a vcitory shout we had when we won something “We came,We Saw, We kicked their butts!”
“I’m sorry about Daria .She really went overboard.” the vampire hostess said “She Just said you guys would be tied up for a little while as a Joke”.The vampire Hostess had been a participant a couple of years ago in our military games so she knew this was normally not a big deal to us. It wasn’t until we made our escape that we found out that about Daria threats to dunk us. “No way you would have been really dunked. “
She looked at Daria. Gina had helped the Queen Bitch to her feet by now.”You can really be a bitch at times, Daria”. The hostess said. And remember this was one of Daria’s few friends.
“Mind if I use Your Phone” I asked the hostess.
I went in, said hello to the hostess’s parents who seemed astonished by events, said their daughter had thrown a great party, and phoned home to tell Chris to release Mel.When I came out I found that while I was making the call Gina had dropped the blackmail on Daria. Daria was still thinking it over.Finally she decided that to be tied up for an hour was better than to be grounded for who knows how long, and agreed to our punishment.
‘Just don’t hurt me” Daria said.She seemed a little scared.
“We’ll be a lot more gentle with you then you were with us” Gina replied.

We created a story about Daria accepting a escape challenge if the hostess’s parents asked what was going on, and Daria was escorted into the studio.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:48:07 PST 1998

We created a story about Daria accepting a escape challenge if the hostess’s parents asked what was going on, and Daria was escorted into the studio.
Daria hands were untied, and she was told to sit in the same chair Steffi had been tied to.
I left the binding job to Steffi and Gina.
Daria’s hand were tied behind the chair, her ankles were bound together. and a long length of rope was wound around her upper body. Gina then took more rope and tied her waist to the chair. The adhesive tape could not be found but the hostess happily offered to go to her house and find a gag. She was upset at her friend for nearly ruining her party. At my direction she brought a clean handkerchief and a scarf. Steffi put the handkerchief in Daria’s mouth and then cleave gagged it firmly in place with the scarf. The Queen Bitch was a bound and gagged captive and almost everyone enjoyed the sight. At first, even though she was gagged, we could tell that Daria was apprehensive. She was afraid this was a mere preliminary to another punishment. But after a few minutes she seem to realize that our punishment would go no farther than this---and the resulting embarrassment.
After about 15 minutes Mel walked in and just laughed at the sight.I think almost every
teenage kid on the block came by to see the Queen Bitch’s predicament. If someone
started to tease her we stopped them but we did not consider laughter as harassment.
At the end of 45 minutes we untied Daria. She only requested something to drink since
the gag had may her mouth a little dry. She finished off a coke and left.

dudalb

Fri Oct 30 17:52:56 PST 1998

Steffi, Gina, Mel and I held a postmortem at the party we first went to. Steffi had the
most vampire kills..Gina had wanted to see the Queen Bitch brought down a little for
some time(She had a lot of company) Mel said being our captive was not too bad and
Chris had been a considerate Jailer.
I was just plain tired. But I did say we had an exciting Halloween. In fact , the only one
more exciting may have been the one in 1938 where Orson Welles in his War of the
Worlds broadcast scared half of the country into thinking an invasion from Mars was
going on..But ours was a respectable second. And I still think Steffi and Gina could give lessons in vampire killing to Buffy the Vampire Slayer any day of the week

dudalb
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