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This month's stories:

The Student (Mason) Sleepover (Luke) E247's Revenge (E247) Dave's Revenge (Dave) Snowsuits and Sleeping Bags (Pete) Doug's Sleepover at Becca's (Doug) Steve'n Richie in the Woods (Vicking) Petrina in the Woods (Vicking) Junior High Tie (Barry)

High School Handcuff Hijinx (Barry) Training Room (Da Man) Training Room - the Revenge (Da Man) Erin's Thanksgiving Trussing (Dudalb) A Rainy Day (Mason) Bad Girls (E247) Short Stories (TR454) Rick's Mom (Ron)

Sun Nov 01 18:29:46 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

This experience happened to me only last Friday. However, it took me this long to write and polish up my story for posting, so thats why I'm posting it now.

Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Nov 01 18:33:40 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

"The student"

Part 1 - Introduction

At last I got lucky. I've just tied up one of my best friends Kristy earlier today. ( I've changed all names just to protect the innocent ) Wow! I'm still feeling very good about myself - it had been such a positive experience for both of us and we both enjoyed ourselves very very much. I apologise if this posting is slightly off topic. Because Kristy is 22 and I am 31, it hardly qualifies as 'childhood' bondage. However since Canuck has stated that it is OK to post such stories as long as they are consensual and non-sexual, I will do so. I think it's a tale worth telling. It might even inspire others to go out and do the same thing - I certainly hope so.

I first met Kristy at university last March. Just to digress a moment, university always commences at the beginning of March where I live, "Down Under" in far away Australia. Australia is a beautiful country, a sunburnt country. It is a land of golden beaches and sparkling blue seas, lovely bikini clad girls, the unspoiled green rainforests of the hinterland and dry desiccated deserts dominated by that mighty monolith, Ayers Rock, the great-red-sacred-rock of ancient Aboriginal mythology.

In Australia, university traditionally runs over two semesters. I first met Kristy in one of my first lectures, very early on in the first semester, last March. It later transpired that she was not only taking all the same final year classes that I was but also most of the same tutorials as well. Therefore we could not help but to get to know each other. Eventually over time, we become very close friends. At the university I attend, we typically complete most assignments in small groups or pairs since the idea is to encourage and foster teamwork in preparation for the time we graduate and enter the workforce.

Sun Nov 01 18:35:04 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 2

As luck would have it, Kristy and myself sat next to each other in the first tutorial. (Actually, I had already contrived to sit next to her in that first tute, since I liked the look of her as a person ) We more or less "hit it off" straight away, so to speak. Therefore when our tutor asked us to pair off for one particular assignment and form groups of four for the other, Kristy and I naturally teamed up together for both. Along the way, we not only worked well together but also realised that we enjoyed each other's company very much. We discovered that we had lots in common, including a shared sense of humour etcetera. One of the things that we share in common is that we both know what it is like to be separated from our loved ones: Kristy from her family and boyfriend. Six thousand long, achingly lonely empty miles separate my own lovely fiancee, G from myself. Our phone bills are extremely high, bordering on the verge of being astronomical.

Since then, our friendship has grown stronger. We sit together in lectures and study together, as we are doing now in preparation for our final examinations, which are now looming large and horribly on the all-too-near horizon. ( If all goes well, we should both graduate this year ) Not to worry, we both expect to do well. And no, I am not taking time off my study to write this little epistle. I'm doing it in my free time!

Kristy is a full fee paying overseas student from England. The old and ancient enemy with whom the Aussies are about to do battle with on the cricket field for that quaintly named perpetual trophy, the "Ashes." Because it is her final year, Kristy is extremely anxious to do well because she is getting very homesick for her beloved 'merrie' England and her family and friends. For all that Kristy has come to love Australia, ( especially the weather and mild winters! ) our relaxed lifestyle and way of living, she says that England is still her natural homeland.

Sun Nov 01 18:35:41 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 3

A description of Kristy is in order - At around 5'6" in height, she is of average height and has a wonderfully slim build with small breasts and narrow hips. Slim she may be, but she is not anorexic. Anything but considering the way she eats! Kristy has that lovely peaches and cream complexion only Pommy girls seem to have. ( Sorry Gillian! But that's what we call English people down-under in Australia - we call them 'Poms' or 'Pommies' as in the plural ) Kristy also has a wonderful warm and caring nature - she is very easy to talk to. Thats one thing I like about Kristy very much - she is a very open minded and understanding person - we can talk about most anything. In the relatively short time ( 9 months ) that I have known her, I have come to like and trust her very much. With the bright and bubbly personality and sunny smile that Kristy possesses, she is always fun to be around. All in all, Kristy is a thoroughly nice, intelligent and mature person.

I had also known that I wanted to tie her up for somewhile - maybe even to convince her into tying me up. I had often wondered what she would look like tied up and gagged. There have been more than a few occasions that I'd fantasised about tying up Kristy. Sometimes, I wonder what Kristy would have said if she had but known the direction my thoughts used to take in some of our more boring lectures - and there were plenty of those… Some of these lecturers could really drone on and on and on. I've got one lecturer ( in law ) who is especially boring. Two hours without a break is agony.

The trick was how to get her to agree to being roped up.

Knowing Kristy as well as I do by now, I was aware that if I could just get her to agree to being tied up, she would probably enjoy the experience, such was the nature of her happy fun-loving personality and apparent willingness to try something new. I couldn't exactly tell her that I enjoyed 'bondage' as such for that would have introduced a very sexual element into the whole thing. While I knew that she would sit down and listen to me, I also realised that it would not extend to her allowing me to tie her up. Or vice versa, for that matter. A more subtle approach would be required, if I were to get my girl, in a manner of speaking.

Sun Nov 01 18:36:15 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 4

I don't know where I got the idea from but I decided to hire a copy of that well-known video, "Bound" which is a cinema noir drama/comedy film starring the lovely Gina Gershon and watch it with Kristy. ( I am quite sure that most of the people who post here would have heard of Bound… ) Certainly not for the acting or the plot - it's memorable solely for the unforgettable opening scene where Gina is found bound and gagged in a closet. One of my all time fave movies…

My original plan had been to take the video around to Kristy's place and watch it with her, after which I would pass comments such as, "It was lucky it wasn't ME doing the tying or she would NEVER have escaped!" Or, "If that had been me, I would have escaped so easy…" Then wait to see what her reaction would be like and to take it from there. In the same way a trout rises to the fly, I hoped that she also would rise to the baiting and challenge me to tie her up to see if she could escape. Of course, I would have some ropes conveniently to hand in the boot of my car….

Kristy rang me at around ten in the morning and wanted to know if I would like to come around to her place to go over our lecture notes together and see what we needed in the way of notes as we had both missed a couple of lectures during the lecture for various reasons ( Yes, I will be honest and admit that we'd skipped our share of lectures during the semester! We'd just get the notes from Counter Reserve in the library afterwards. How lazy of us…! ) I agreed to come over at one or so-ish.

I finally arrived late at around 2 or so ( the parking can be terrible around where she lives in one of the inner suburbs close to our university. ) The parking officers are also absolutely ruthless when it comes to fining offenders. No prisoners! Cold-hearted and implacable, they are fair dinkum meaner than any angry Jurassic tyrannosaur could ever be. No way I wanted nor needed an expensive fine I could little afford - especially on my still very limited student income.

Sun Nov 01 18:36:49 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 5

We spent the next couple of hours just sorting out our lecture notes, doing some photocopying at the shop just around the corner from her place and chatting about our essay due in 2 weeks time as well as the exams, which also begin around the same time ( my first exam is on the 11th of November, one day after my birthday…) Kristy's flat mate, Melissa came in at around 3 or so and chatted with us before leaving to go to her work at four. We also finished re-organising our notes at the same time. Now, normally I like and enjoy Melissa's company but on this occasion, I was quite glad that she had had to go to work for I wanted to put my plan into effect and see what transpired.

Basically, I had decided to modify my original plan a little and simply tell her how I had seen this video called "Bound," the one starring Gina Gershon with THAT scene in it. Because I did not want to make it too obvious what I was really up to, I first mentioned another video that I had actually watched lately. ( called " The Hitcher" It is a horror drama movie - it is very good, if a little overly violent at times ) Then we talked a little more. At last I brought up the subject how I had also recently seen this other movie called "Bound"

I explained to Kristy about what kind of movie ( comedy/drama ) and what it was about before ever so casually mentioning the opening scene which had Gina Gershon bound and gagged in a closet. "It had this really unusual beginning where Gina Gershon is found all tied up and gagged in a closet," I said. I also mimicked how she had been tied up by placing and crossing my hands behind my back and bringing my feet together as if I had been tied up so that Kristy could not possibly miss the point!

Sun Nov 01 18:37:27 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 6

After explaining the movie to Kristy we chatted a little more before I brought up the subject again. I joked how I could have done a much better job of tying up Gina and how if that had been me I would have escaped so easy! She laughed. I continued to relate to her little about some of my earlier tie-up experiences, especially the time my Scouting mates had tied me up hand and foot and would not let me go for at least an hour ( future story to come one day ) By now Kristy was really interested in what I had to say and she cracked up laughing when I told her about the Scouts.

Mind you, I went about it in a very oblique fun sort of way - I never once referred to the word "bondage" ( Unfortunately, thanks to various media beat ups, Pommy sex scandals and a generally uneducated ignorant, intolerant section of the population, bondage does carry some very negative connotations ) I certainly never mentioned how much it turned me on to be tied up.

I went on to explain that I was also a keen fisherman and how I needed to know my knots when tying line onto fish hooks just in case I encountered that elusive Big one. Suddenly Kristy leapt off the large armchair she had been reclining in and went around to the kitchen just next to where we were sitting. Because it was an open-plan flat I could see her bustling around opening and shutting drawers in the kitchen area from where I sat on the ottoman nearby.

"What on earth is she doing?" I wondered. Suddenly, I realised with a white-hot flare of excitement that she might actually be searching for some rope. I certainly hoped so! And she was too, without even telling me why she got up so suddenly. The amazing thing was Kristy had gotten that interested in my stories and just joking around to the extent that SHE was the one who got up and hunted around the flat for some rope. (even before I had even suggested I tie her up or she tie me!! ) She was only able to find one rather short piece of cotton sash cord about 5 feet long but it was long enough for my purposes.

Sun Nov 01 18:38:06 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 7

"I want you to show me how you tie these knots" Her exact words. Next it was, "Tie my feet!" And she reclined on the chair, offering her ankles to me to be bound. Without further ado, I accepted her offer to tie her feet together. Kristy commented that it looked pretty inescapable before saying, "Tie my hands! Show me how to tie my hands together!" Getting better all the time.

Kristy then offered her hands in front of her, palm to palm to be bound. "No. Behind your back!" I said very firmly, leaving her in little doubt that I meant what I said. She hesitated. "Behind your back!" I repeated, "Because its harder to get out that way!"

After a brief further moment of indecision, Kristy turned around, back facing me and crossed her hands behind her back. It's hard to describe how I felt at the time. Elation certainly, mixed with a touch of wonder that Kristy trusted me to the extent that she would let me tie her up alone together in her flat. Melissa had only just left for work so she would not be back for hours. Kristy was alone with only me for company. I felt really touched that she should trust me so much

I thought I had died and gone to heaven as this very attractive girl presented her hands, to me for binding. Needless to say, I tied her hands behind her back very securely; so securely it took Kristy less than 30 seconds that she really was tied up with no chance of rescue.

Sun Nov 01 18:38:41 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 8

In case anyone is interested, this is how I tied her hands. I placed them palm to palm and took the rope she had given me. I doubled it and looped it around her tiny wrists, before passing the ends through the loop and back the other way around her wrists. There was only enough rope to make two wraps before cinching it tight ( to prevent slippage ) I passed the two ends through the 'anchor' loop which is simply the original loop that I had passed the ends through before beginning the wrapping. The next step was to cinch her bindings tight - the anchor loop allows you to begin cinching the ropes securely but not so tightly as to cut off the circulation. I passed the rope ends between her wrist bindings, bringing them around in opposite directions to each other which I repeated once before knotting the ends in a reef knot on the upper side of her bonds between her wrists well out of reach of her already questing fingers. Deceptively simple but very effective. Positively inescapable but very comfortable for the 'victim.' This technique can be repeated at ankles, knees elbows etcetera. I actually learned this from Harmony's "Bondage life" Magazine. ( they had run a series on tying up techniques a number of tears ago )

I have to admit that Kristy looked great sitting there, with this huge smile on her face, her hands tied together behind her back. I wished very much that I had had enough rope with which to tie her feet together but I had to make do with what was available. After all, SHE was the one who got the rope out without any prompting from me. Mind you, it was still a very positive beginning - Kristy was clearly enjoying herself very much, the way she was happily talking and laughing while she was having her hands tied together behind her back.

Sun Nov 01 18:39:14 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 9

After only a minute or so, once Kristy realised I had not been exaggerating about my tying abilities, she asked me to untie her. I would have loved to have left her bound for a bit longer but I did not want to upset her so I untied her hands. Almost as soon as I had untied her hands, Kristy said that she had let me tie her hands behind her back because she trusted me. I felt so flattered when she said that.

After I had untied Kristy's hands, she said that she wanted to have a go at doing the tying. I could hardly believe it - here she was, asking to tie my hands together behind me with absolutely no prior coercion from me at all whatsoever. I asked her if she wanted me to explain how but she said, "No, I'll have a go" I have to admit that it was such a good feeling, the way the ropes tightened around my wrists as Kristy drew my hands together and began tying them, palm to palm as I had done just earlier. It took her several minutes and a lot of inexpert fumbling to tie them together. Finally, Kristy pronounced her satisfaction by saying, "There - get out of that!" I won't forget the big shit-eating grin on her face as she said so. She was obviously really enjoying herself by now.

Kristy wasn't smiling quite so broadly seconds later once I had freed myself - it was the work of seconds to locate the knot and to work the ropes loose. After commiserating Kristy on her failure ( ok, so I teased her just a little! ) she asked me if I could show her how to do it right. Naturally, I was only too happy to continue my "Bondage 101" classes with this delectable young thing - I asked Kristy to put her hands in front of her, palm to palm. I bound them together as before, except for slowly and carefully taking her through each step of the tying. I explained the importance of knotting everything out of reach of the fingers because that was the most vulnerable point.

Practical classes over, it was time for Kristy to sit her final examination in tying

Sun Nov 01 18:39:52 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 10

Her next attempt was much better but I could still reach the knot a bit. I was on the verge of unpicking it while teasing her that I would escape from this one just as soon when, to my great surprise, she suddenly grabbed at my wrists and retied them much more tightly and securely than before. This time she took greater care to place the knot well out of reach. It didn't take me long to realise that I would not be able to untie myself. What a fast learner! This time she finally had me!

I put on a show for her benefit, trying as hard as I could to get at the knot and get free but to no avail. Meanwhile, Kristy leaned back in the chair, enjoying herself immensely, clearing admiring the way she had so successfully turned the tables on me and tied up her erstwhile classmate.

All along, we joked and laughed, making the whole thing a very light hearted fun thing. While I was still tied up, I told Kristy how I used to play tie up competitions with one of my best mates, Richard. I told her how we used to pretend that one or other was James Bond or some very Bondian villain such as Blofeld and his furry feline companion or the cool suave Scaramanga from "The Man with the Golden Gun." I explained how the fate of the world used to rest on James Bond getting free before he got blown up. I told Kristy that I had been "blown up" quite a few times!! ( i.e I could not untie myself to get free ) That made her laugh. She boasted, "Well, you have been blown up this time!!" I agreed whole-heartedly.

After 15 minutes or so of happy struggling, I finally admitted defeat. A beaming Kristy untied me. We didn't talk much about our little bondage "scene" afterwards, instead chatting about inconsequential things. I didn't want Kristy to think that I was fixated on this tie-up thing

Sun Nov 01 18:40:34 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 11 - Postscript

My guess is ( I have not asked her yet ) that she has never experienced being tied up or tying somebody else before - her inexperience and lack of knowledge really showed. Though Kristy is a very intelligent person - there has to be a fair chance that she knows what bondage is, or at least heard of it. I'm going to ask her but not just
yet.

I am really looking forwards to a possible encore performance but I will not rush things. Best to wait for a little while until I have seen her once or twice without incident so as not to make it too obvious just how I would like to spend my leisure time with her… Some time soon when I go around to her place for study, I'm going to bring my rope collection over. I'm hoping very much that she will let me tie her up for real - nice and tight this time! The way I see it, now the initial trust has been established and also because she enjoyed herself so much the first time, she'll play along. My plan ( after we have finished studying ) is to stage a kidnapping and say to her that "I am going to kidnap you now and tie you up" ( I still need to buy a small water pistol for this! Something that is obviously tongue in cheek. ) Hopefully she'll play along - Knowing her, I think she will too! Knowing Kristy like I do, she will want to tie ME up afterwards

Will keep you posted on the next exciting developments!

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Nov 01 20:33:21 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Sorry!

Part of Part 3 got cut off - I'm very surprised because I thought I was well under the 2000 character cut off limit. Oh well, I'll have to be more careful next time, I guess...

Anyway, here it is -

element into the whole thing. While I knew that she would sit down and listen to me, I also realised that it would not extend to her allowing me to tie her up. Or vice versa, for that matter. A more subtle approach would be required, if I were to get my girl, in a manner of speaking.

Mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Nov 01 20:39:54 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Looks like the character limit is a lot lower than I thought it was!

Seems the real posting limit is around 1633 characters ( including the headings ) So to be on the safe side in the future, I'll have to keep my posts to 1,500 characters to be on the safe side.

Here are the corrections of the parts that Tripod chopped

Part 4

especially on my still very limited student income

Part 6

about 5 feet long but it was long enough for my purposes.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Nov 01 20:55:02 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

I've just been checking some other posts that got chopped - for example, Rons post of October 3 was chopped at 1,637 characters which included the date, his name and E-mail address

One part of Walker D's story posted on Friday, the 9th of October got chopped at 1,601 characters

So it looks like 1,600 is the realistic maximum before it'll get chopped. 1,500 to be on the safe side in the future, I think.

mason
mason@ozemail.com.au

Sun Nov 1 22:54:14 UTC 1998

Hello Mason:

Don't forget to count the spaces too! I get just over 2000 for part 3 of your story.

General query: It would be possible for me to write a piece of Javascript for Canuck to install on the page that would chop long postings up and upload them to Tripod in sections. There's a downside in that it wouldn't be possible to predict easily where the breaks would come. There's also a downside in that anyone either using a browser that doesn't have Javascript or with Javascript disabled wouldn't be able to post. (Any postings you see without a date stamp on them come from someone in this category.)

Thoughts? Comments? Especially from Canuck who actually runs this place.

And before I forget (posting so rarely these days), good stories lately; I've enjoyed them. Thank you folks.

Jon (McA)

Tue Nov 03 21:17:06 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Jon,

Thanks for the tip - I had a quick squiz at my postings on MS Word ( which is where I write them ) and as it turned out, I had gotten a little mixed up - I'd been looking at "Characters without spaces" in the Word Count box, not "Characters with Spaces" which turned out to be more or less 2000 as you said.

I'll be more careful in the future.

Right now I'm all "tied up" to my study desk - final uni exams are nigh. And when the weather has nice as it has been lately, its SO hard having to hit the books instead of poodling down to the beach or whatever.

Lastly, I reckon the current system of posting is fine. As you said, its not perfect but its just a matter of being careful. Maybe Canuck could put a large warning about Tripods posting system at the top of the home page itself so that we wouldn't keep on receiving chopped posts from newbies to these pages.

mason
masonbl@0zemail.com.au

Wed Nov 04 14:51:31 Est 1998

Hi!

I'd like to welcome the new posters and also to thank the regulars who contributed lately.

The number of the visitors is still growing. We now get almost 1000 visitors a day! That's a lot of people. Many of you must have experiences to share with us. Please post them!

I just finished cleaning up the archives. I also gave a title to each story and indexed them, so that they will be easier to find in the archives. I hope you like the new system. If you think of a better title for your stories, please email me.

Please always make sure your posts are not longer than 2000 characters (including spaces). After posting, please check if all sections of your
stories appear in the forum, and if your posts were complete. We don't want to be left with an unfinished story, as it has happened too often.

Jon(McA): thank you for the offer, but I think I'll stick with the old Tripod posting system. Many people don't use Javascript enabled browsers, and we wouldn't want to miss their stories.

Mason: the large warning is a good idea. I put it near the "post it" button at the top already (in red). Thanks for the suggestion.

Keep posting everyone!

Wed Nov 04 15:04:18 Est 1998

Whoops!

I forgot to sign my post. But by now, you probably have already guessed that it was me.

Cheers!

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Wed Nov 4 18:31:27 PST 1998

It all started as a normal sleep over with 3 17 year old dudes but,it didn't end up to be that way. After hours of sitting around talking and playing video games we all decided to go to sleep. I was just about asleep when i heard some noises. I thought it was just one of my buds going to the bathroom or something but boy was i wrong. Before knew what was happening my one bud jumped on my back. I didn't know what the heck was going on. Then i heard him mutter something about bring that bunch of rope over here. I then felt my hands being pulled behind my back and they were tied crossed with tons of rope. I couldnt move them an inch. Then my one bud proceded to rope up my feet and legs with even more rope. I never experienced something like this but boy was i enjoying it. Then they tied my elbows together and wrapped rope around my arms so that they were secure to my body. They then tied my bound feet to my hands for the ultimate hogtie. I was loving it. Here all tied up by my two best buds. After i was all tied up they got up and went to play some more video games. I spent the remainder of the night. About 2 hours or so trying to get untied. But to no avail. So after about 2 hrs my buds decided to untie me. Need less to say we had many more sleep overs after that night. With each of us gettin tied up.

Luke
luke6090@aol.com

Wed Nov 4 19:45:37 PST 1998

I've gotten a lot of hotmail response to my Halloween story. Thanks for all. Many of you have requested "whatever Happened to" about Gina and Steffi. I will give you a brief description but I do not want to violate their privacy. And these are NOT their real names. I do not use any real names in my story.

Gina is still one my closest friends, happily married with children.

Steffi is also happily married with children.She now lives in another part of the country but we keep in touch via E mail
Congatulations on the visitor number, Canuck!
I hope all you foreigners out their are having a good laught at us Yanks having elected a Pro Wrestler as the Governor of one of our major states. Maybe for reelection he can challenge his opponents to a cage match...
Hulk Hogan For President?

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Fri Nov 06 09:15:42 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

There was a picture and story about the erstwhile new Governor of Minnesota in my newspaper this morning. I thought he looked most fetching in his nice pink suit.....

He also reckons that he doesn't want to be called "The Body" anymore.... Wants to be known as "the Mind" More like mindless?

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Thu Nov 5 18:23:11 PST 1998

Mason: Actually I am warming to the idea of Governor Body. He can't do much worse then some of the "respectable" people we've elected .
Besides he was'nt that bad in Predator...

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Thu Nov 05 22:01:56 1998

REVENGE PART 1

like in one of my previous stories my friend K had slept over my house again. The time before he succesfully tied me up so i could not escape but i had my ideas for this time. It all started the morning we woke up and the usual friend to friend fighting occured. After he got me pinned on the bed he (unexpectedly) took the vacuum cleaner's cord and tied my legs together. He then found some electrical tape and taped my wrists together and taped them to my feet. So there i was once again hogtied. I finally managed to escape because electrical tape stretches. If you pull hard enough it snaps. And boy did i pull. After a bit more fighting he again go me back on the bed and tied me up but this time i asked him if i could wear socks on my hands. he let me and it was very easy to escape because i just pulled my hands out of the socks. After i got out i went after him and finally got him down. I took a tie and tied his feet together. I also tied his wrists together and i tied them to his ankles. i used acouple different ties and some tape to do this. t

E247

Sat Nov 07 00:43:37 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Dudalb: Fair enough too. We've got our fair share of pretty crook politicians here Down Under too...

Everyone laughed when the people of the Philippines elected Joseph "Erap" Estrada as their new President, a man with a reputation for being a bit of a playboy, a real womaniser not to mention ex film actor - but he's done a pretty good job so far of running that country... They're not the ones in deep shit like Indonesia, Thailand or Malaysia are.

Canuck: Sorry for the totally off-topic post. Feel free to delete it if you want - it doesn't have much to do with bondage stories does it?!?

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Fri Nov 06 18:25:19 1998

Hey brotha, dont make fun of the hulkster dudalb.
he's the main icon in pro wrestling today.

Loyal nWoite

Fri Nov 6 19:05:29 EST 1998

Sorry about the off-topic comment but I would like to tell all you guys talking about wrestling that Hulk Hogan is supposidly going to say something about running for President on Nitro this Monday.

Also..I'm really intrigued by bondage, so I really like this and Bob's site. I can't wait for my first bondage expirience.

Fri Nov 6 19:58:43 PST 1998

FInal word on Jesse the body/mind Ventura: I think the guy does deserve respect for being a Navy Seal in Vietnam. The Seals do not tolerate
fools. And Mason we got rid of one crook today in the departure of Newt.....
I will have a thanksgiving story up about how we bagged oyr Aunt Erin one thanksgiving...

dudalb

Sun Nov 08 01:59:51 US Eastern Standard Time 1998

My Revenge(Part One)

You may have read my stories about myself and two girls, Valerie and Stacy. This one involves them too. Stacy was over at my house and we were in the middle of a movie when I told her I was getting some snacks. My real intentions were to go upstairs, get some rope, and get my revenge. I executed this plan perfectly. First I tackled her, pulled her hands behind her back, and tied them. I then tied her ankles, and her knees. I put her in a slipknot hogtie, and then carried her over to the phone. I put some loud music on in the background, and told Stacy I was calling Valerie, and she would ask Valerie to come over because we were hosting a party. If she didn't do it, I would slip the knot on the hogtie tighter (I wouldn't actually do this, but it was a good threat). She asked her to come over, and then told me Valerie had accepted. "Good, thanks," was my response. "Open wide..." I said as I stuffed a sock in her mouth and duct taped it shut. I gave her a peck on the cheek (she was my girlfreind at the time, in case you haven't read my last postings) and turned on the music again. About that time, the doorbell rang and I knew who it was. "Hi Valerie," I said as I answered the door. I told her everyone was downstairs so we should go join the party. Little did she know what kind of party she would join.

Dave

Tue Nov 10 21:10:14 UTC+1100 1998

Just a short story about combining my interests in sleeping bags and snowsuits...

One night, as I was about to go to bed, I was remembering the time I had been playing around with sleeping bags with a friend. I also thought about the interesting way I had used my snowsuit on myself earlier, and decided to combine the two. Again, I tried it on myself.

I got out my snowsuit, some ropes, and a heavy sleeping bag with a hood. I struggled into the heavy suit and zipped it up backwards (to make escape harder). I then climbed into the sleeping bag. This had tken barely thirty seconds and aready I was starting to get hot. (This was one of the reasons I liked sleeping bags and snowsuits - the more you struggled, the hotter you got, until you became so hot you had to rest.)I then got out the rope and tied my legs tightly together.

Pete

Tue Nov 10 21:20:59 UTC+1100 1998

I now got onto the interesting part. I got a pair of handcuffs and grabbed the key. I then covered this in duct tape and put it in one of the snowsuit's pockets, zipping it up. Before I did anything else, I zipped up the sleeping bag and tightened the hood up as far as it would go. I then used the handcuffs to cuff my hands to the built-in belt on the snowsuit.

Effectively, this meant I was now stuck inside the sleeping bag in the snowsuit. I couldn't unzip the bag, because my hands were held around my waist. For the same reason, the suit's zip was also out of reach. I struggled around, but I was cocooned inescapably. The only way to get out was to get the taped up key out of the suit's pocket and unlock the handcuffs.

I mangaed to get the bundle of tape containing the key out of the pocket, but ran into a problem. When taping up the key, I had applied the sticky bits of the tape to each other.

Pete

Tue Nov 10 21:30:25 UTC+1100 1998

This meant it was impossible to pry the tape away from the key. I had again managed to get myself stuck in my snowsuit. I was also getting realy hot inside the bag and suit.

I eventually escaped by thrashing around so much that the bag unzipped a bit. I managed to unzip it more and eventually get out of the bag. I grabbed a pair of scissors, cut the tape off the key, and got out.

I hope sombody finds this interesting. Has anybody else ever had any experiences with being tied up and left in anything insulated, like a
sleeping bag/snowsuit/wetsuit? If so, a post here would be appreciated.

Pete

Tue Nov 10 08:26:27 1998

All I can say Pete is you are not alone when it comes to sleeping bags and snowsuits!

PB

Pete-
You are skating on the edge here with full head covering hoods and heavy thermal layers. Don't suffocate yourself or promote heat exhaustion. Read up on 'self bondage safety' and heat exhaustion. There are a few sites on the web dealing with these matters. Have fun and be careful.

Viking

Thu Nov 12 08:44:27 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

I agree with Viking's comments. He is right; self-bondage is an inherently dangerous activity. In fact, there are a number of deaths recorded each year from 'scenes' gone wrong. Please, be careful.

I also practise self-bondage mainly because my fiancee, G lives overseas and cannot do the tying herself. I like it but I never tie myself up without some kind of safety device such as a sharp knife or ensuring somebody is at home ( they will not come in and disturb me unless I call for help. ) Thats why I do not generally use gags in such scenes.

Having said that, Pete, have you ever thought about wearing a one-piece rubber suit while engaging in a self-bondage scene? It looks and feels great. Rubber really clings to your skin to the extent that many people say that it feels like a "second skin" Not only would a rubber suit be easier to handle but you would be less likely to die from heat exhaustion or asphyxiation.

Canuck, I apologise for this very off-topic post ut I felt it was necessary to elaborate a little on Vikings comment. This isn't really a discussion group as such - there are other sites where this kind of discussion is more appropriate and appreciated. Now, has anyone got some stories to contribute? - things have been really slow of late...

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Thu Nov 12 01:10:16 PST 1998

Mason, I'm glad you asked! Here's the second half of the story I posted back in October.

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Nov 12 01:16:07 PST 1998

(1 of 9)
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, I was already engaged in a massive bondage game from the moment that I was "kidnapped" by Becca and brought over to her house as a captive. I was tied up in her rec room, then rescued by Karen--only to have Becca re-capture us both and bind us (for full details, see my post in the October '98 archive on this site before going any further; dated Oct 11).
When I last left off, Becca and her brother Jim had untied Karen and me for our customary break. We had entered the kitchen just as George returned with a message from my cousins. "So they're coming over?" Becca asked.
"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?"

Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Nov 12 01:21:23 PST 1998

(2 of 9)
Becca's reply was to break into a maniacal grin while slowly nodding her head "yes".
Excited by these developments, George promptly ran back home to inform his older sisters of my dilemma. We settled down for a cool drink at the dining table. Becca and Jim's mother was out for the better part of the day, leaving us the run of the house until she returned. Even though we sat chatting comfortably, Becca still kept her toy gun at the ready, always reminding Karen and I that we were still her captives.
It wasn't ten minutes later that the phone rang. When Becca picked it up, it turned out to be my cousin Donna. After speaking briefly, Becca hung up the phone and gave Jim a big smile. "They're coming over after all," she happily said. Then she whispered something into Jim's ear.
When Jim nodded his consent, Becca grabbed her water pistol and then abruptly ordered Karen and me out of our chairs. Once we did what she said, our chairs were pulled out from the dining table and placed side by side in front of the sliding glass doors.
After Karen and I sat down again, Becca hand cuffed our wrists behind the backs of our chairs--which were narrow enough for us to do this comfortably. Jim then knelt down before me and bound my ankles separately with rope to the front legs of the chair. Then he did the same to Karen. Jim left and returned with another toy gun while Becca gagged Karen and me with tape.

Doug

Thu Nov 12 01:26:34 PST 1998

(3 of 9)
Once we were securely bound and gagged, our captors went about setting up the house, closing all of the curtains and shades, with the exception of the glass sliding door, which had a view of the back yard. Becca told Jim to lock the front and side doors, while she left the sliding door open with just the insect screen in place. Then, with toy guns firmly in hand, both sinister siblings huddled down out of sight.
Several minutes later, I heard the doorknob of the side door being rattled by somebody outside trying to get in. Becca and Jim took this as their cue to get ready. I then saw Donna, Shirley and George appear in the backyard through the sliding door. The girls had changed into their bathing suits; no doubt they told their mother they were coming over here for a swim. George saw me first. "LOOK AT THIS!" he screeched, as he ran up to the screen. "COME HERE! IT'S DOUG!"
Donna came over and hushed George. When she peered through the insect screen for a better look at me, she softly muttered a curse. Shirley's reaction to the sight of Karen and I sitting bound and gagged was to simply turn and start walking away until Donna grabbed her arm and pulled her back. With a tight-lipped expression on her face, as if already knowing what would come, Donna slid open the insect screen and entered. She had hardly placed a bare foot on the kitchen floor when Becca and Jim attacked. Becca grabbed Donna and pulled her inside while Jim ran out after Shirley, who turned and took off again. Unfortunately for Jim and Becca, they only had two pairs of handcuffs--which Karen and I were presently wearing--so Becca had to bind Donna's hands behind her back with rope.

Doug

Thu Nov 12 01:32:31 PST 1998

(4 of 9)
Eventually, Shirley must have given up, because she soon returned with Jim and had her hands bound with rope like her sister's. After gagging the girls with tape, Becca and Jim debated about what they were going to do with their growing group of captives. The decision was made to bring everybody downstairs to the rec room. Karen and I were left bound in our seats while Donna and Shirley were escorted downstairs. After about fifteen minutes, Jim finally came back up by himself and untied our ankles.
With only our feet free, Karen and I were then brought downstairs. I immediately saw that Becca had opened up the fold-out sofa into a bed. Donna and Shirley laid on it with their wrists hog-tied to their ankles. Becca had even blindfolded Shirley with a handkerchief and was just finishing up tying the blindfold over Donna's eyes. She was finally getting pay back on my cousins for when they kidnapped her (and me) in the middle of the night at our house on Monday (see the September archive for that story).
We were interrupted by the sounds of somebody entering the house through the side door, which was right atop the basement steps. When Jim ran up to see who it was, he returned and said it was their mother, and that she needed help bringing in the groceries. Becca wasn't too pleased to hear this, yet before she left, she re-cuffed my hands in front of me to one of the support beams which held up the basement ceiling. Then she re-cuffed Karen's hands in the same fashion, to the exact same beam I was cuffed to. Before she left us, Becca pointed to Karen and me and solemnly said, "If you know what's good for you, behave yourselves!"

Doug

Thu Nov 12 01:38:19 PST 1998

(5 of 9)
Karen and I glanced at each other mischievously--then we each pulled the other's gag off.
"I don't suppose you have another handcuff key?" I asked.
"No," Karen said, staring at the floor, "but there's one over there."
I glanced at the floor and saw, to my amazement, what looked like a plastic handcuff key! I couldn't help but wonder if either Becca or Jim accidentally dropped this, or deliberately left it there to taunt us (they both swore later that they never knew anything about it).
Figuring that I could grab the key with my toes, I sat down on the floor and stretched out my left leg, but the key was just barely out of reach. So I slid down as far as my cuffed hands would allow and discovered that this give me just enough room to touch the key with my foot. But when I went to grab it with my toes, I mis-judged the distance and wound up pushing the key further away.
Karen let out a disgusted sigh (as if I was supposed to have ample experience in grabbing things with my feet!), and sat down to attempt the same thing. She reached out and snagged the key by expertly placing her foot on it and pulling it over until it was close enough to the beam for my cuffed hands to grab it. I quickly used the key to unlock my cuffs, then I un-cuffed Karen.
As soon as we were free, Karen and I headed for my bound cousins on the fold-out bed. We had Donna and Shirley halfway free when Becca came back into the rec room and freaked. "How the hell did you get free now?" she cried. Becca went on to bemoan the fact that she bought the damn handcuffs because she thought they were inescapable, but apparently she should saved her money by sticking to plain old rope.

Doug

Thu Nov 12 01:44:03 PST 1998

(6 of 9)
Becca wanted all of us to agree that we were still her captives, yet Donna and Shirley refused. Donna tried to explain that the captives--once bound--had every right to try and escape. She felt that since we made our escape, we were technically "free", and that we should all now tie up Becca and Jim. This irritated Becca to no end.
The argument--as well as the bondage game--came to a careening halt when this heated squabbling caught the attention of Becca's mother, who came downstairs with a sheepish Jim to see what the problem was. I promptly sat down on the fold out bed to try and hide the rope which was used to bind my cousins. But Becca's mom was too busy acting like a referee between Becca and Donna, who were literally standing toe to toe. Everybody hushed up about the cause of the argument, but there was still plenty of tension present.
Once the girls cooled off, the rest of the day carried on normally--after all, whoever was supposed to be tied up next became a moot point once Becca and Jim's mom got involved. Jim returned home with me while I got a change of clothes for spending the night over his house. I oddly felt guilty about this, as if I were somehow betraying my Aunt Jean by sleeping elsewhere that evening. She sensed this, and reassured me by giving me a big hug and a lighthearted order to have a great time.
And I did. For the better part of that day, and straight into the wee hours of the evening, I had a non-bondage blast at Becca and Jim's house. Donna and Karen also stayed over at Becca request, while Shirley and George reluctantly went home (there were only so many kids that Becca's parents were willing to host in one evening). However, little did Karen and I realize that the table was being set for yet another bondage game.

Doug

Thu Nov 12 01:50:01 PST 1998

(7 of 9)
It began about twenty minutes after everyone went to sleep. I was using a sleeping bag on the floor of Jim's room. I had changed into my "summer jammies", which were basically my soft cotton shorts with no shirt. I was having trouble sleeping, and perhaps it was just as well, because the door opened, revealing Becca and Donna. I tried to play possum by pretending to be asleep, but Becca gently nudged me with her foot. When I glanced up at her, she merely dangled the handcuffs in front of me.
I acted as if I was really reluctant to do this, but the fact was, I would never had said no to another bondage game. I stood up and allowed Becca to handcuff my wrists behind my back. I saw Jim was awake and sitting up with a look on his face that said, "Here we go again!"
Becca and Donna accompanied me downstairs to that sparkling palace of pre-teen bondage: the basement. Once there, I was directed towards the storage room, where I saw Karen, dressed only in an over-sized t-shirt, seated on the old, beat up sofa over by the wall. She sat bound and gagged, and when Becca gagged me with the tape and then made me sit down next to her, I noticed that Karen appeared to regard my presence with relief, as if she were grateful she wouldn't be left bound and gagged in the mostly dark and spooky storage room by herself.
Becca knelt down before me and bound both my ankles and knees twice, meaning I had a second length of rope running vertically over the original bond. This was the same way in which Karen's bare legs were tied.

Doug

Thu Nov 12 01:55:38 PST 1998

(8 of 9)
Donna stood watching intently, with her arms folded, as if she were some kind of official observer. She told me later that Becca had become so paranoid about our supposed abilities to escape from the handcuffs that she had waited until she knew Karen and I would be wearing minimal clothing with no pockets, and she chose a room which we hadn't played any bondage games in lately--so there was no chance that a handcuff key might have been accidentally left behind (although she and Donna still carefully swept the floor just to be sure).
When Becca was finished binding me, she blindfolded me with a handkerchief. I heard Karen give an annoyed little grunt under her gag, which told me she had been blindfolded as well.
"Well," I heard Donna say loudly, "why don't we leave them alone and come back in a couple of hours?"
"Oh, let's just leave them down here all night," Becca replied. "I'm getting tired."
"You're right," Donna easily agreed. "G'night, guys!"
"Yeah," Becca chimed in, "sweet dreams!"
And then there was abrupt silence. Neither Donna or Becca wore shoes, so I wouldn't have heard them walking out, anyway. But I strongly felt that they were still there--that might have been the reason for the blindfolds, so they could remain and watch us try to escape. I hoped they didn't get too bored, because there was really no chance of that happening.

Doug

Thu Nov 12 02:00:50 PST 1998

(9 of 9)
I felt some struggling from where Karen sat next to me, but eventually she calmed down. For my part, I merely sat back, let my head rest upon the cushion, and relaxed the best I could. Thanks to the handcuffs, there was no use in even bothering to make an attempt to escape. I felt so comfortable I simply laid there like a slug until I heard Donna's voice in my ear, asking, "Are you all right?"
She pulled off my blindfold, and I saw both her and Becca gazing at me cautiously. "Did you fall asleep?" Donna asked. She removed my gag so I could answer.
I was sorely tempted to say yes, but I shook my head 'no'. I told them that since there was no use in struggling, I thought I'd just take it easy. When Donna went over and removed Karen's blindfold and gag, Becca said, "What are you doing? They haven't been bound for a half an hour yet."
"It's getting late, Becca," Donna told her.
Even Becca had to reluctantly concede this. If nothing else, she appeared satisfied that Karen and I didn't turn out to be escape artists. We went to bed, and that was the end of the bondage games...for now. Of course, there were more games; I got caught up in one the very next day, in fact. And the "captor" turned out to be somebody really interesting. But that's another story for another time (like next month). Thanks for reading.

Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Thu Nov 12 02:05:58 PST 1998

I would just like to take this moment to thank those of you who e-mailed me. Thanks, I appreciate it. And Happy Thanksgiving to everybody who celebrates it.
Doug

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sat Nov 14 14:15:23 PST 1998

My first experience with tying up women came at age 4. She (Judy next door) also was 4; and her soft cotton jumprope seemed ideal for tying her by her waist to her front porch column. All went well until Judy paniced and pulled the simple, overhand knot too tight for my babyish fingers to get the wood handles back through. But her older brother, Larry, came to the rescue. After untying his little sister, he whirled her around and tied her wrists behind her back, announcing: "This is how the Indians do it. Let's go show Mama". I was stunned; and I have been in love with women who tie and/or get tied ever since!

Barry
barryb01@gte.net

STEVE 'n RICHIE in the WOODS (Part 1)

There were three instances that I engaged in tie up games with sets of brothers. Steve was in my 6th grade class and lived down the block. We were hanging out in the woods with his little brother Richie. Little wasn't the right word. He was only one grade behind us and was our size. Anyway, I always liked to get newbies into the game by playing 'escape tricks' where we'd tie each other up and see how long it 'took to escape'. They liked the idea and I told them to find some rope. There was always stuff lying around in these woods, and pretty soon they had a few scraps of wire and rope. I lay down on the top of a fallen log and they bound my hands and feet. There wasn't enough rope to do it right, and pretty soon I wriggled out. I told them to hang around and headed home. I brought back about 100 ft of nice clothes line wrapped around my middle (under my jacket) so it wouldn't show. To my disappointment, they wouldn't consent to any further tie up games and I had to just bring the rope back home. The next day, I hung out in the woods and thought about what I had missed. I did leave some smaller pieces of rope out there anticipating future opportunities. The chance came later that week!

Viking

RICHIE in the WOOD (Part 2 of 3).

A few days later, I ran into Richie on the street and we decided to go into the woods. We got to the clearing where the ropes were and he went right for them. He didn't say anything, but I could tell by the gleam in his eye what he wanted. This was the first time I took a close look at him; maybe because we were alone for the first time. He might have been a year behind me, but he was real solid and was eye to eye to me in height. He had grown into a new body and was showing it off with a muscle shirt. In those days we called them 'hoods' (greasers). He wanted to tie me up first. He did a good job and completed a simple hog tie (even though I hadn't taught him that). When he was done, he promplty marched off into the woods! He didn't come back for about 5 minutes. I seem to remember that I really didn't even try to escape. I may have been able to, but I preferred instead to be untied. He returned and gloated over his obvious tie up prowess while he made a show of untying me. I let his taunts go unchallenged!

Viking

RICHIE in the WOODS (Part 3 of 3).

Richie's turn came next. Even at that age, I realized that he had deliberately tried to make me angry. I figured he was angling for as tight a tie up as I could give him. I wasn't going to disappoint. I put him on his tummy and tied his wrists crossed behind his back. I only used three loops of rope on his wrists, but by that age I knew how to make it very tight and escape proof. I tied two tight loops around his knees and three tight loops around his ankles. When I tied the last knot on this ankles, I said something like 'let's see you get out of that'. Richie looked back over his shoulder and wriggled a bit. For some reason, I decided to climb the tree immediately overhead. I went up about 20 feet and looked down. This was the first time I ever got any such distance away from my tie up partner, I always liked to hang out immediately nearby - don't ask me why. The view was interesting. A perfectly bound boy form with periodic rope indents along his body. He looked so small and helpless from up there. The major features showing were two bound palms, two bound foot soles, and two protruding boy ears! I enjoyed the show for a while and finally untied him. I declared a strategic tie to the game (which was sadly never settled). -- Next story, Petrina in the Woods!

Viking

PETRINA in the WOODs.

Petrina was my long time female bondage buddy. She and I had been playing at it since were were about 5. She was a year younger. When were were around 11, I convinced her to do a tie up session in the woods. I took about 100 feet of rope and we went down into the local woods. She tied me first, mummy-wrapped to a tree. She wasn't really trying hard that day. Next, her turn!. I picked a smaller tree and had her put her hands behind it (behind her). I tied her wrists securely and wrapped her torso in several coils of rope very tightly. By now, she was already bound properly, from the waste up. I cinched off a knot, kneeled in front of her, and started to reach the rope around her thighs (and the tree). She interrupted and said 'be careful, I don't want to get my pants dirty'. I was confused a bit, but didn't miss a beat and kept tying (being careful in my innocence not to muss her pants!). I'm not sure why, but I never messed around with her (like some others). It's odd. Thinking back on it, it's just possible that my innocent boyhood respect was instinctive instead of learned.

Viking

Tue Nov 17 06:17:15 PST 1998

My first experience tying a pretty girl's hands in public came my junior year in high school. I was standing around with some buddies in front of the school during lunch break when a familiar, metallic "tip-tap-tip-tap-click-click-scrape" sound emerged out of the crowd. It was Gwen W. (I won't spell out her last name) in her new beige kidskin tassel loafers with loud steel taps on her heels. But it wasn't her shoes that caused the sensation. Gwen was enveloped in the first all-leather mini-dress I had ever seen. It, too was a beige color; and it sparkled in the sun with every little move she made! Around her slinky waist was a round leather belt with a plastic disk at each end. The belt was purely decorative, as there were no belt loops.

"Nice fobs", I greeted Gwen as she clicked up near us. "Nice what?", she said. I explained that the silver dollar-sized plastic things on her belt were called "fobs". She was already untying the belt, as if to show me; and she handed me the whole belt for inspection. I quickly made a slip knot loop with a grin; and Gwen immediately knew what was on my mind! "What are you gonna' do...tie me up?", she said, as she offered me her wrists in front of her. I took that as indication that she WANTED to be tied and turned her around so that her back faced me. Gwen instinctively crossed her wrists in back; and I wasted no time winding all of the soft leather belt around them in a figure-8 pattern, securing it with a square knot. "Oh my God...I'll never get loose!", she giggled as the final knot went down.

But then came the real delight as Gwen bent over at the waist; danced around a little, and seriously struggled with her bondage. By now at least a dozen kids were staring; and the boys were grinning a wide smile of approval! But the end came quickly as Marsha, Gwen's best friend and "protector" appeared and said something like:"Come on Gwen...let's get you loose. Those guys are making FUN of you." With that Marsha released Gwen (s

Barry
barryb01@gte.net

Tue Nov 17 06:45:37 PST 1998

Allthough killjoy Marsha untied Gwen early, Gwen would later be the subject of some delightful handcuff bondage during Jr./Sr. play practice. It seems every high school play back then had a policeman; and policemen carry cuffs!

Barry
barryb01@gte.net

Tue Nov 17 16:42:56 1998

Viking, I like your story about you and Richie. I just have a few questions. What were the two of you wearing? Jeans?
Have you played more games since then? If so please post ASAP

Thanks~

Desi
Desir0@aol.com

Tue Nov 17 19:47:47 PST 1998

I located your website a couple months back. I've always been fascinated with the idea of a young man being bound & gagged by a few young girls(or women!) & being tickled & tormented.....keep up the good work! They're's so little a market for this type of literature!!

KPSLIMTALL@AOL.COM
KPSLIMTALL@AOL.COM

Fri Nov 20 00:30:48 UTC 1998

Hi Folks!

If it's of interest, Mick Stupp has put up a piece of fiction by me on his "Female Escapologist Fantasies" site at:

http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766/

It's Part 1 of a serial about two British lady secret agents whose cover is performing as escapologists in variety theatres. Naturally, they get tied up a lot...

Gillian B

Thu Nov 19 19:00:10 PST 1998

I just got through reading Gillian B's serial. Good stuff; highly recommended.I will have a story up next week about one Thanksgiving in which I and my siblings bound and gagged Our aunt Erin.Things are slow around here so how a bout a few new stories?

dudalb

Fri Nov 20 19:30:57 1998

Dudalb-

Stories, smorries. When stories go up and there is no comment, no acknowledgement of any sort, it discourages the authors and they go away. Readers should in some small way acknowledge the efforts that authors have gone to. Don't you agree?

The Author

Fri Nov 20 20:17:18 PST 1998

I 100% agreel If you look in the archieve I have often praised good stories.

dudalb

Sun Nov 22 10:16:08 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

My university exams are FINALLY over. At long last! And I'm happy to report that I'm quite sure I'll pass everything....

Only 3 months to go now till I see my fiancee, G again too - its been too long without her. ( she lives overseas )

I'm going to celebrate by posting the first instalment of a very long story ( all I will say is that it involves the indefatigable Nicole, better known as Nicky ) which I have been penning over the past few weeks - I'm still busy polishing it up.

Watch this space over the next few days...

Just one complaint though - as Dudalb pointed out, things have been really slow of late. Its really not all that fair that a very few ( invariably the same few ) go to all the trouble of recounting their experiences for all to read while others can't be bothered to contribute. Besides which, most of us only have so many stories that are really worth telling. We do need some new contributors to help keep this site going.

So get your brains into gear, sharpen those pencils and let the words flow. Go for it!

Please do, its very rewarding seeing your story in print and it can be just as anonymous as you like.

Looking forwards to seeing your words in print.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sat Nov 21 17:14:20 PST 1998

High School handcuff hijinx

Janet, the vivacious, slinky 17 yr. old redhead...girlfriend of Terry, our #1 football star, was dilly-dallying around backstage at another of the common high school play rehearsals. Raymond, "the cop" in this farce gladly offered his heavy steel handcuffs when Janet half-jokingly said, "Betcha' I can get out of those!" "Prove it!" was the response of Terry and about a half dozen other guys as Terry whirled Janet around and slapped the cuffs on behind her back. With a pleasant wiggle Janet slipped one of her tiny hands through the locked cuff in less than 10 seconds, proudly holding her dangling cuff in the air as a sign of victory. "Let's try that again", I said, as I re-handcuffed Janet, this time pushing the ratchet jaws all the way through the locks so that the cuffs touched Janet's tiny wrists all the way around. She tugged and twisted her manacled wrists behind her; but this time we had her, or so we thought. In a minute or two Janet was wiggling her pretty backside and slipping her arms down below her hips and actually stepping over them to swing her hands up in front. "Ta-dahhhh!", she giggled, announcing that she had won again, although she couldn't get her hands free from the cuffs.

Terry had a better idea. After removing Janet's handcuffs he got her to place her hands together, back-to-back, behind her. Next he circled BOTH of her wrists with one cuff, clicking it down snugly! "I've got you now!", Terry laughed, as he helped Janet down to a face-down lying position on the dressing room floor. "This is REALLY TIGHT", she squealed, not really in any pain. Terry then pulled Janet's right foot up near her nands and locked the cuff firmly around her ankle in a sort of half-hogtie. Janet didn't escape from that one! But she did an amusing little flopping dance with one leg, trying to propel herself across the room. How I wished for an extra pair of handcuffs that day, 30 yrs. ago. Finally, to have a bit more fun with Janet before her mandatory release, Terry removed a bright red penny loafer from Janet's shackled foot. Then he let his fingers do the walking on her bare sole. Janet was electrified; but she survived her "torture", probably to enjoy a lot more of this type of play in private.

Barry

Sat Nov 21 17:09:24 PST 1998

What happened to Dante's site? It says something about a new law. Does anyone know what that's all about?

Jeff

Sun Nov 22 23:24:28 Eastern Standard Time 1998

This story takes place during school when i was in the ninth grade. It was after school when i usually work out when i went into the training room. Jacki(all names are changed) was holding a roll of medical tape in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. I asked her if she usually used duct tape to tape up someones ankle and she said no but for you it will do fine. After she said that she tore a strip of duct tape and said i am kidnapping you. i played along and put my hands behind my back. Before you know it she was wrapping my hands with the medical tape. It was incredibly tight. The she began to tape my legs the above my knees. I was amazed at the job she did. Then out of no where she tells me to sit in a chair so i obeyed knowing if i didn't i couldnt fight back. Then one of the finest looking cheerleaders came in to get her ankle taped but turned and saw me. We happened to be friends and she played along with the game also. She took the duck tape and wrapped it around the chair what seemed like a million times. I was completly helpless. I had no where to go. Then they both told me to get out i would have to tell them that they were the best people in the world and that i would do anything they said. With little haste i obliged but knowing someday i would get my revenge.

DA MAN

Mon Nov 23 22:12:58 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Jeff, if you like, drop me a line and I'll explain more on the new law

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Mon Nov 23 16:38:31 GMT-0700 1998

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bob
bfriend847@yahoo.com

Mon Nov 23 23:31:27 Eastern Standard Time 1998

The Revenge

It just so happened that my sister was good friends with the trainer that had kidnapped me a few days before. So when i heard that Jacki was sleeping over i was delighted. I gathered up some old handcuffs and some duct tape i had been storing for just an occasion. My dad was a police officer and he let me have a few pair of handcuffs(with the keys of course). When Jacki came over she brought a few friends whom i knew very well. So i went and got 2 more pairs of handcuffs. At my house we have a really big closet that we don't really use so i thought it would be great if i could lure them one by one up to the closet and handcuff their hands around the rail that the close hang on. So first i called out Jacki's name in a girlish tone so that she would come see what i wanted. She came and i jumped her from behind and put my hand over her mouth. She was totally shocked when i pulled out a pair of handcuffs and then i hastily put her hands above her and snapped on the handcuffs. After that I took the duct tape and tore off a strip and put it on her mouth. Then i wrapped it around above her knees and ankles. She was totally helpless. Then i went into the next room where the hottest of the 3 girls sat and i started a conversation.(I was 15 the girls were 16 and 17). I told lets call her lindsay that i wanted to show her something. So we went slowly into the closet and when she saw jacki her eyes shot open she started to scream when i repeated the same method that i had on jacki on lindsay. They looked so hot. Then out of no where the third one (lets call her Lacy) walks in and sees me finishing off lindsay. She immeadiately goes for the pair of handcuffs in my back pocket. We wrestle playfully for a minute and the she somehow got my hand in a handcuff. Then she had the smarts to take me to the opposite rail of where the girls where and cuffs my hands on it. Before i can protest she takes the duct tape and wraps it around my mouth about 4

DA MAN

Mon Nov 23 21:30:34 PST 1998

ERIN'S THANKSGIVING TRUSSING

Since it’s Thanksgiving time I have a Turkey day tale for you: How one Thanksgiving
weekend My Siblings and I tied up our Aunt Erin.
It’s strange to call her Aunt Erin, I and my sister Chris and brother Jerry always called her Erin. We treated Erin like a cousin rather then an aunt, she did likewise.There was a good reason for this: In Age.Erin was not much older then us.
Erin was a surprise late child for her mother, my grandmother. Her nearest sibling, my
Uncle Will, was born twelve years before Erin. Erin was only seven years old when I was born. She was closer to my age group then that of her own siblings.When Erin was 15, she got most of the Baby Sitting jobs at our house. It was not the usual Aunt babysits her nephews situatuion; my Mom paid Erin the going rate. Erin was a fun babysitter, she only put her foot down on the things my Mom would have put her foot down on.We liked her a lot--and still do. She hated being called Aunt Erin, -she said it made her feel like a old lady,probably a normal reaction for a teenage aunt. It was always plain Erin. Oddly enough I never tried to tie her up in her babysitting days. I thought it was unique to have a teenage Aunt but actually it’s a fairly common occurance.Erin got all the rare genes in my Mom’s family. My Mom and her siblings had Red hair, Erin had blond hair. She was also shorter and more petite then her sisters When she was 18 Erin surprised everyone by choosing to go to a college in Pennslyvania rather then one in the San Francisco Bay Area where we lived. She went back East and lived off a scholarship (she was a straight A student) and parttime and summer jobs. She kept in touch but we did miss her. After two years she ,on very short notice, moved back to the Bay Area and transferred to a Bay Area University.She simply got homesick for California.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:32:10 PST 1998

Her parents had booked a Thanksgiving Cruise to Hawaii, something they had always
wanted to do, and were going to cancel to spend Thanksgiving with Erin. But Erin
insisted that they go on the cruise, they could celebrate a late Thanksgiving when they got back.But my Mom did not want Erin to spend the real Thanksgiving alone, so she invited Erin to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with us.
I looked forward to having Erin with us. She had been over to our house a few times since she got back. but this would be the first chance to spend real time with her.She was spending the whole weekend with us.She had ccccchanged a little in appreance.
. She wore her hair in a perm down to her shoulders rather than long as she had before her trip back east.She was getting over a eye infection so she was wearing glasses this
Thnaksgiving instead of her usual contact lenses.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:35:31 PST 1998

Thanksgiving at our house I think was pretty typical of how it is really celebrated in the
US rather than the popular image. Forget the Normal Rockwell painting of everyone
around the table dressed in their Sunday best. We all wore casual clothes. For the
males-and a couple of the females-much of the day centered around the great American obsession: NFL Football.The National Football League -the major Professional league in the US--has for the past thirty years scheduled two games onThanksgivings day. One is in the late morning, and one in the late afternoon, leaving a gap when most of the country sits down for its Thanksgiving day dinner.There was always lots of the classic condiment to Football-Beer. My mom was glad because it allowed her to cook dinner without the men hanging around the kitchen.. After dinner we trouped back in to cheer for whoever was playing The Dallas Cowboys That Thanksgiving. (I am not thankful that the NFL see fits to give the freaking Cowboys the contract for one of the Thanksgiving day games each year-A thanksgiving Day tradition I could do without.)After dinner we broke out the Monopoly or Risk sets, or occasionally go out to a movie. (Thanksgiving Night is one of the biggest box office nights of the year).Our dinner was the Classic feast: Turkey, Dressing, mashed Potatoes, Gravy, Cranberries, Corn, sweet potatoes (we always had them although I never remember anyone actually eating the damn things) and of course, Pumpkin Pie for dessert.Erin seemed to enjoy the day. She talked about what Pennsylvania was like and I envied her when she talked about her trip to Gettysburg. I was already a Civil War buff and desperately wanted to visit the battlefield.
During the meal the idea first formed that it would be fun to tie up Erin.I had tied up a
couple of grown ups--and had been tied up by some kids with my Mom in my Mom’s
great escape (details in the June Archieve) and had bound and gagged lots of kids by own age. But I had not t

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:36:45 PST 1998

But I had not tied up someone in the College age group. It would be a new challenge .
Since Erin was staying the whole weekend that evening I suggested the idea to Chris and Jerry and they both thought it would be a great idea. A planning session was held.

My main concern was how to con Erin into being tied up and gagged. I knew my Mom thought that her great escape was a amusing story and liked to tell it. Erin might be
forewarned. (Erin had indeed heard about the story from Mom but had also forgot about it until it was too late...)Thus we had to think up a new scam just to be sure.
Chris came to the rescue. She was 12 and had just discovered Nancy Drew. I had paged through a couple of the books out of curiosity and the one thing I noted was that Nancy and her girl companions got tied up a lot.Chris did not play out scenes from books or TV, none of us did, we preferred our own creations-though heavily flavored with things from TV and the Movies. But it was Chris who suggested that she could convince Erin to play a Nancy Drew game with her with Chris as Nancy and Erin as one of Nancy;s pals. One guess who would get captured.From this idea We came up with a con that was similar to the one we used on Mom-and would use a few months later on Aunt Judith (In the August Archives)
but with just enough difference to hopefully disguise it. Once again remember that we
would have been horrified by the thought of actually hurting Erin in any way; we just
thought it would be a fun prank to tie and gag her.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:39:48 PST 1998

The Next day was Friday.(For you non yanks Thanksgiving day is the last Thursday in
November.) This is shopping day, the first official day of the Christmas Season. It is
always the biggest single sales day of the year. It also means that any person with any
sense should not go near a shopping mall.Mom sold advertising and the day after
Thanksgiving was a busy day since a lot of businesses waited till the last minute to buy
ads for the Christmas season. So she left for work leaving us alone with Erin. Erin did not want to fight the mobs in the stores and had a little studying to do.Erin was wearing jeans and a dark T shirt.
Quietly we gathered the necessary binding material. I decided to make Erin a Guinea Pig.
I had seen a couple of TV shows where the Bad guys had tied up the good guys with
adhesive tape. We had been using adhesive tape in our games for gagging but had not
tried tying someone up with it.I was curious how effective it would be. I had already
found out that a lot of tie up scenes on TV were silly from a realistic point of view.
I did not want to trust the most important elements --the wrist and feet-to an untried
binding material. But I decided to use Adhesive Tape to secure Erin’s body to the
chair--we had decided on a Chair Tie for her. Our old reliable soft clothesline would be used for her hands and feet. The adhesive tape I found in the workshop was stickier then that we used to gag people with in our games. I did not want to gag Erin with it. It might hurt coming off and actually hurting Erin was the last thing in the world we wanted to do.
So a clean hanky and long scarf would be used for the gag. A bandanna for a blindfold
completed the equipment. Now to put the scam in action.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:43:45 PST 1998

Chris was careful to leave a couple of her Nancy Drews out in the open. Erin saw them and mentioned that when she was Chris ‘s age she loved Nancy Drew too. Chris then
mentioned that Jerry had promised to be the villain in a game of Nancy Drew. Would Erin like to play as Nancy’s friend? Erin agreed and the con was off to a good start. When Chris asked me to play I said “No Way, Jose, I’ve got a College football game to watch” and changed channels The fact that Erin had picked up I was (like most of the men in my Family) a fanatic football fan made this plausible. Actually I had only a moderate interest in the College games-The NFL was my passion-but she didn’t know that. So her and Chris went off to solve the mystery while I moved a armchair and the binding materials (except for a single piede of rope and the blindfold) into the Rec Room the place chosen for Erin’s stint as a damsel in distress. At one point in the “game” Erin and Chris had split up to look for a “clue” in the form of a note. Erin walked into a room and Jerry sprung out with a supersoaker ,a piece of rope and a bandanna.
“You’ve snooped around once too often”. (Chris had written the lines for him).”I am
going to take you to my hideout until we’ve got your friend Nancy too and then we will
decide what to do with you. Put out your hands!”
Erin obliged, and held out her hands in front. Jerry took the rope and tied then none too well together. That at this point Erin;s hands be sloppily tied was part of the plan. Jerry
had been told just make it tight enough so that the ropes would not fall off and Erin could not slip out of the ropes right away. ,but no tighter. Erin had to think that she could get free easily.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:44:56 PST 1998

When Jerry was done tying Erin’s hands in front of her he blindfolded her with the
Bandanna. This proved a little difficult until Erin helped by suggesting he take off her
glasses and hold them until the blindfold was removed. He then guided her downstairs into the Rec Room,where me and Chris were waiting .I saw that Erin was moving her wrists and in another minute she would have the ropes off. Good. That was the plan.
Jerry sat Erin down in the straight backed chair and untied her hands but not the
blindfold. He then pulled her hands behind the chair .Erin did not resist. Later she said that she had been on the verge of freeing her wrists, thought Jerry cold not tie very well, and decided to go along. and not ruin the game for Chris. She felt she would be able to free her hands quickly even when they were tied behind her back if Jerry was doing the tying.
But Jerry was not doing the tying: I was. I crossed her hands behind her and begun tying them. I was very careful,the knots and cinches would be very secure. But I was also careful to see the rope did not cut into Erin’s skin or cut off the blood supply to her wrists. When I was done with Erin’s hands I took another cord and tied her ankles
together also very securely. “A Gag is next, I suppose?” Erin said. Jerry just asked her to open wide. Erin did and Chris put the handkerchief in her mouth and used the long scarf to tie a tight cleave gag to keep it in place. I then tied Erin’s already bound feet to the lower chair rung to make moving the chair more difficult.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:48:33 PST 1998

Now came the experimental part of the program, I took the roll of adhesive tape and taped Erin’s left elbow to the left upright board of the chair back. I then tore off another strip and repeated the process with her right arm. Now Chris took the tape and round it around Erin;s body right below her breasts, binding her body to the chair. I finished off with a final wrap of tape around the lower chest further securing Erin to the chair. Mission accomplished. Erin was now, as in the old saying, trussed up like a Thanksgiving Turkey Now came the nearest we came to cruelty. It was the same thing we would do to Aunt Judith a few months later. We had been careful to position Erin’s chair before a mirror. We then removed her blindfold and put her glasses back on so she could get a good view of herself as a Damsel in Distress and we could see her reaction. Erin did not disappoint.
Her eyes grew wide and she did a wonderful double take-probably the best you could
expect considering she was gagged. Much later she said although she knew she was tied up when blindfolded, she did not understand how through a job we had done on her until she saw herself in the mirror. The same reaction Aunt Judith would have, She then noticed me and Chris standing by Jerry.She looked confused for a few seconds (it amazing how expressive someone can be even though gagged) then it dawned on her the whole thing had been a trick to get her tied and gagged.
“A change of plans,” Chris said. “We are’nt going to play Nancy Drew ,we are playing Escape artist and you are the escape artist! You have got one hour-go!”

If Erin would have made loud noises and other signs of objections we would have
ungagged her and if asked let her go. But Erin instead begun pulling at her ropes, but
making no noises beneath the gag, implicitly accepting the challenge

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:51:12 PST 1998

I am not knocking but Erin, but although she gave it her best she did not do as well as my Mom did in her escape. Mom decided within five minutes that just pulling and squirming in her ropes would do no good. Erin kept it up for twenty minutes, not non stop but with some rest breaks. It did no good. She was surprised at how secure her bonds were. My questions about tape were answered:It was indeed holding firm . Erin’s attempts were valiant but futile. And although small Erin was very strong for her size and in high school had played soccer..Twenty minutes into the game,Erin sat back for five minutes and just thought.Then she begun to just move her fingers. She was trying to find the knots. But my mom had begun this just after five minutes. Erin was picking up the basics slower then my mom.
At the half hour mark Erin begun trying to move her chair. Here her small build put her at a definate disadvantage. My mom ,duirng her escape, was able to the move the chair, although slowly, despite having her ankles bound to the bottom rung the same as Erin Erin found this much more difficult because of her lesser weight. She did begun moving but much slower. Me or Chris stood at her side of if she begun to topple over she would be caught.At 45 minutes she had made her way into the hall. She was headed toware the kitchen where she knew she could find a knife or scissors to cut her bonds.But she had a long way to go. All off a sudden there was a unexpected interruption. My mom walked through the door.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:53:42 PST 1998

My mom had managed to land a couple of good contracts that day; and her boss had let her go home early as a reward. She walked in to see her younger sister bound to a chair and gagged; and the 3 kids, the obvious perps,standing nrxt to her.My mom gave a world class doubletake and then tried to keep a straight face.It was pretty obvious that we had played the same joke on Erin that my siblings and my friends had played on her and me.She finally looked at us and said. “Erin had better be a willing captive in your game.”
She then turned to Erin. “Well, are you a voluntary prisoner” Erin won our hearts forever by nodding yes. My mom then just cracked up laughing.’I know it’s Thanksgiving,Erin, but the Turkey is supposed to be trussed up not you.” Probably not very funny but my mom laughed at her own joke.”If I remember an Hour is the customary time for escape. How much time have you got left.?Want to End the game here and now” Erin shook her head.
My mom then quickly looked at us, remembering that Erin was in no condition to answer for herself. as far as how much time was left .“Erin has about ten minutes left.”I said.
“Well ,Erin,” mom said, “You had better Hurry if you want to beat the clock”Then My
mom just folded her arms and waited. Now that she realized that no force had been used and Erin was not in any real distress she was amused by her kid sister bound and gagged into complete helplessness by her kids. She also knew we wished absolutely no harm to Erin. It was just a fun prank to play on her --the same kind we did on ourselves and a couple of times on my Mom.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:56:40 PST 1998

Erin did something unusual. She was next to a bookcase in the hall. She pulled herself up and then bobbed her head up and down, I wondered what she was trying to do. Then I understood when I saw the scarf which was part of her gag come not off, but down to her neck leaving her mouth uncovered. She spat out the handkerchief. She had used the edge of the bookcase to pull the gag off. My mom looked impressed. It was something she had not thought of herself one the two occasions when she had been bound and gagged by us and our friends.(Memo:put the tale of my Mom’s second tie up on the must write list.)

“There”,Erin said.”The gag was the only part of my tie up that was really
uncomfortable.Could I get a sip of water?”.Jerry ran in amd brought back a glass of water for Erin to drink from. When Erin was done she said “You kids win. I am not going to get untied in the time limit. But I would like to go into overtime just to see if I can eventually free myself”
“Erin, are you sure about that” My mom said.”I know my kids don’t mean to hurt you
but you’ve been tied up for almost an hour.Do you really want to continue to try to be the next Houdini”
“Moira, If I feel any numbness or pain I will let you know. I,m not stupid.”
I sensed a bit of latent sibling rivalry here. Later Erin admitted she was not about to fail
where her sister Moira, my Mom, had succeeded in escaping her tie up .It might take her longer but she would get free.
Erin then scooted her chair toward the kitchen taking her time now that she had conceded official victory to us. This was just for honor.

dudalb

Mon Nov 23 21:59:09 PST 1998

Erin finally reached the kitchen. then maneuvered toward a drawer.She opened it using her teeth and saw there was a pair of scissors inside. She turned her chair around and picked up the scissors with her bound hands. She begun trying to cut through the ropes. The Scissors were not made for that but after about four minutes I saw one of the cords drip and Erin said “Just a couple more minutes” Actually it took longer,Although the cord binding her wrists was cut it was not cut in a spot that allowed for instant release. She still had to work to loosen her hands. But in about five minutes her wrists were free. She then had to work another couple of minutes to pull the tape loose. In about five minutes after that she untied her ankles and was loose. She had been tied up for about 90 minutes, and except for a little stiffness was not hurt. My mom remarked “Having you back is like having a fourth Kid, Erin”.

So ended the Thanksgiving Trussing of Erin. Since Erin insisted she had been a voluntary victim there were no repercussions. My Mom knew we intended no harm to our captives and from her own experiences knew we were good at knowing just how tight we could make the ropes and gags without hurting anyone. As long as no one was hurt and all participants were playing of their own free will she thought it normal kid/teenager activity.
Erin thought the whole thing had been kind of fun. She said she really did feel like a
captured heroine for a while.
A couple of weeks later my Friend Steffi and I were at the receiving end when my Cousin Cindy got back at us for her execution by Supersoaker the previous summer. That will be up for the Christmas season since it took place in the Holiday season.

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Tue Nov 24 17:10:08 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Great story Dudalb. I like!

I'm a mad keen footy fan too ( my mum finds it all SO boring.... ) but I follow our Aussie Rules footy in Australia. ( Go Saints! ) Yes, I know how you feel about the Cowgirls always getting the Thanksgiving day match - in the Aussie AFL, Carlton and Essendon ALWAYS get the annual Anzac Day game at the 100,000 capacity M.C.G. I don't like! After all, there are 16 teams in the AFL... Apparently it is a "tradition" despite they only started playing each other on Anzac Day 6 years ago!

Thanks also to Barry and DA MAN - I enjoyed your stories too. On ya!

Anyone else got stories to post?

Will be posting the first instalment of my new story very soon - promise!!

mason
mason@ozemail.com.au

Wed Nov 25 19:41:24 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

University exams are over now at last. Time to celebrate with yet another tale of the bondagey adventures of Nicky and myself.

I am posting this in instalments since it is too long to read in one sitting.

Enjoy!

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Nov 25 19:48:59 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

A Rainy Day

Part 1: Foreword

This is the story of one of the most memorable days that Nicky and myself spent tying each other up on one especially cold and wet Melbourne day. The fair city of Melbourne is located in the Australian state of Victoria. For the geographically challenged, it is 1000 klicks south of Sydney, home of the Y2000 Olympics. It is not London but it can still get plenty cold in the winter!! However, it can get plenty hot in the summer too.

The day was totally memorable for many reasons - especially since it introduced a number of 'firsts' for us both. Besides which, it was just such a, ( how do I say this? ) happy day. It was one of those special days only close friends seem to be able to share. I do not know how to express this in a way you will understand; I cannot find the right words to do so. I hope you know what I'm trying to say.

I cannot remember exactly when it happened, but I think it was in late 1979, which meant that both Nicky and myself would have been around 13 years old at the time.

Once again, I will be honest and admit that because these events occurred nearly 20 years ago now, many of the details and certainly much of the dialogue are sketchy but I will try to reconstruct it as it would have happened. I will be honest and admit that perhaps I have embellished the story just a little bit here and there…. ( As I have once already said, after all, we wouldn't want to let the cold hard facts get in the way of a good story, wouldn't we ? ) However, many of the details still stick clearly in my mind, since it was such a special day for me - I can still remember the various ways we tied and gagged each other as well as some of our role-playing.

Wed Nov 25 19:50:09 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 2: Fore word ( cont'd )

Some of you will certainly wonder - How could this all have happened? Then - is this guy for real? However - what God giveth, he also taketh. After my tie-up games with Nicky had died a natural death as we grew apart and discovered new interests and friends, I was fortunate enough to continue these tying up games on a periodic basis ( albeit never as often as Nicky and myself had spent tying each other up ) with one of my best mates R. These went on over a number of years. These too, stopped quite suddenly when I was 23 or 24. Since then, it has been a very long time between drinks. My bondage experiences with others, especially the opposite sex have been few and far-between. Its only been recently since I met my fiancee, G whom I have tied up ( hands only at this stage ) and my erstwhile study partner and good friend "Kristy" ( refer story which I posted earlier ) that I have had any kinds of really positive bondage experiences at all.

I do practise self bondage, for want of a partner to tie me up but its never very satisfying when you know you can always get free - sorry, I'm not going to post any self-bondage stories here since they are not only off-topic but are way too sexual.

Regular readers will be familiar with the lovely dark haired Nicole ( Nicky ) and myself. This tale more or less follows the previous adventures I have already recounted here.

Wed Nov 25 19:50:45 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 3 - The day begins

It was not the dark and stormy night so beloved of trash novelists but it was certainly a very cold wet, gloomy and otherwise miserable day. It was raining hard, the trees leaning and groaning in protest as the wind and rain ripped through the leafy boughs. Too cold and wet to be able to do anything outdoors. And this was supposed to be spring! Normally, we would have been outside riding our bikes or doing whatever else it was we used to do back in those days of the very late 70's. This was not long before the crazy excesses of the 80's when some of Australia's better known entrepreneurs used to get around in pink helicopters and equally exotic cars ( Dr Edelsten and his very young and pretty but dumb blonde 'trophy' wife Leanne. ) or yachts, popularised by the now bankrupt and disgraced Allan Bond of Americas Cup fame. I do not think that the snooty and snobbish NYC ever recovered from that humiliation.

Being a Saturday, we were not at school for which I was humbly thankful, never having been a great scholar at the best of times… Homework was a dirty word where I was concerned ( Still is! ) and I was the classic procrastinator - why do it now when it can be done later? I still remember, all too clearly the way I drove my poor old mother to distraction with my continued refusal to "knuckle down and get to it" My bad habits also migrated to university with me - many were the late night 'rush-jobs.'

While I was eating that classic Aussie breakfast of Weetbix ( heavily sugared, accompanied with WARM milk, mind you! ) When it came to food, I was one fussy little b…d. ( yes, I hated vegies too! ) I had been mulling over what to do for the day since the weather had that sullen grey look about it that told me it going to be like this all day - cold, wet and rainy. No way Nicky and myself were going to be able to do anything outdoors. Not that I minded too much - for obvious reasons.

Wed Nov 25 19:52:00 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 4 - Hopes and dreams

My mind quickly turned to thoughts of bondage ( referred to as "tie-up games" back then ) and being tied up. Even at that early age, bondage as a part of my sexuality was already firmly entrenched in my psyche, although I still did not know exactly what it was. ( I have already discussed much of this in my very first post ) I knew only that I really enjoyed tying and being tied up. Preferably to be on the receiving end, thank you very much! Since I had never heard of the concept of bondage, I had no way of expressing these desires only that I LOVED the feelings that being tightly tied up and gagged engendered in my young mind. Or the sight of a lovely young damsel very tightly bound and gagged.

I could not help wondering if Nicky and I were going to play any tie-up games around her place, just next door. I really hoped so for it had been some time since we had played any tie up games due to the recent spell of warm weather - it meant that we were outdoors a lot. In fact, many of our bondage games seemed to take place when the weather was bad, presumably because we were stuck indoors - a great way to while away a rainy day…

After finishing my breakfast, my mother asked me what I planned to do for the day and I told her that I was going to go around to play with Nicky or words to that effect. I was certainly not about to tell her what kinds of games I had in mind. My mother was, and still is not tolerant of anything that seemed "different" from the norm, a fact I had already picked up a long time ago. Especially something as wonderfully deviant as… shock, horror… bondage!

Wed Nov 25 19:52:41 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 5 - Childhood self - bondage gone wrong…

In fact, my mother once caught me tying myself up, when I was still only 16 or 17. She was absolutely shocked and horrified. I have never seen her so upset before or since. Actually, "upset" is probably bit of an understatement… It was the most embarrassing experience of my whole like. I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life as I was when my mum came into my room in order to tell me to take a surprise phone call very late one night - and saw me busily tying my arms to my sides, having already bound my legs at ankles and knees. I think you can imagine her reaction.

The end result was that after mum had gotten over the shock, she wanted me to go and have counselling ( therapy! ) That clouded my view of bondage and my own sexuality for a long time until I discovered that I was obviously not the only one who enjoyed bondage when I discovered my first bondage magazines in that Sydney adult bookshop when I was 18.

Before leaving, I quickly showered, dressed and pulled on my very shiny bright yellow vinyl/PVC raincoat and buttoned it up. It had a drawstring hood to keep my head dry. I loved the way that coat looked and felt. I didn't know why at the time - only that I loved wearing it very much. Wearing it made also me feel like I was a fireman, a sailor or a deep sea fisherman ( I really loved fishing, and still do. However, the fish have nothing to fear from me since I am such a poor fisherman! I never get to kiss many fish unlike the bearded burbler, Rex Hunt, who seems to delight in kissing almost anything he catches on TV too! I think he has a secret fish-kissing fetish…. ) Note: Rex Hunt is a very famous Aussie fisherman with his own fishing show on TV.

Wed Nov 25 19:53:18 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 6 - Departure

My mother had bought the raincoat for me because I was notorious for losing umbrellas, famously the time when I contrived to lose three umbrellas in the space of two weeks. None of which came back - they just went "walkabouts"…. Cultural note: In Australia, we call such rainwear 'raincoats'. I think they are called "mackintoshes" in England and "rain slickers" in America.

By that time, my fetish for plastic/PVC clothing was firmly established by then. At the time, I had no way of understanding what it was about the wearing of plastic clothes that turned me on so - almost as much as being tied up. Even now, I still really don't know exactly why but I have also long since come to terms with both fetishes. Just to digress for a moment, I was very interested to read other posters experiences and comments on their liking for white pantyhose and leotards or high-heeled boots. More recently, sleeping bags and confinement. I could really relate to what they said. Amazing the way our early childhood influences had such a deeply lasting and formative effect on our lives since. So many posters here appear to have had similar experiences regarding early bondage experimentation. I reckon there has got to be a university thesis on this one day - now that would be fascinating!

Despite the very short walk next door, my raincoat was dripping wet when Nicky let me in. She was dressed very casually - just an old pair of jeans and her favourite pink woollen jumper. She laughed when she saw how wet my coat was. It was streaming with water. "Did you enjoy the walk?" she teased.

I answered that yes, I had, thank you very much.

Wed Nov 25 19:54:18 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 7 - "What do you want to do?"

The next and absolutely vital question - "Are your brothers home?"

As I have said before, neither Nicky nor myself got on well with either of them and if they were ever to discover one or the other of us tied up…. Knowing full well the reason for my asking, Nicky answered in the negative - no!

Fortunately, they were rarely to be found at her home for they both preferred to spend their time with their mates ( friends ) Actually, I think this question used to act as a kind of secret signal of our intent to play tie-up games without each other realising it. Nicky then went on to give me the good news - R, her younger brother and D, one of her older brothers were both sleeping over for the weekend at their respective mate's homes. We would have the house to ourselves apart from her mum ( mom in the USA!! )

Then the sixty four dollar question- "What do you want to do?"

From most any other kid, it would have been a perfectly normal question.

As far as I was concerned, it was a loaded question. What I really meant was, "Do you want to have a tying up competition?" Actually "competition" was a bit of a misnomer - We had both become that proficient at tying each other up, it was only very rarely that either of us ever managed to escape from our bonds. On the infrequent occasions that one of us did escape, the unfortunate party used to cop such a bagging from the other that it always served to redouble his or her efforts when tying the other up the next time. Hence we always took care to tie the other up properly lest it lead to a successful and humiliating escape. That was the other thing about Nicky - she was extremely competitive - she hated losing. These so-called competitions were generally just an excuse to spend time binding each other up.

Wed Nov 25 19:55:30 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

Part 8 -Rules of the game

The "rules" were simple: We would take turns tying each other up. ( The person being tied up had to cooperate fully with the other doing the tying ) If you escaped, you immediately got to tie the other person up. Our unwritten rules also stated that the unfortunate tyee, for want of a better word, not only had to submit to being tied up immediately but to stay bound and gagged for exactly double the length of time the escaping party had originally been required to stay tied up - it was however, optional to be exercised in the discretion of the successful party. Furthermore, if you did not escape within the allotted time ( usually an hour or so ) then you had to stay tied up for an extra half an hour to an hour. Also optional.

In order to add a further element of fairness as well as variety to our competitions, we had a rule that you had to tie the other up in a different position each time. It could not just be hog-ties all the time ( Nicky's and mines preferred position ) This increased the challenge and level of difficulty in tying the other up securely. It was a test of our tying up skills. However, I always included at least one hog-tie each time we had such a tying up competition since Nicky really loved being hogtied. So did I for that matter! Extra interest to our tying up competitions was added by role-playing. For example, I might be James Bond and she would be some evil female villain out to hold the world to ransom…. that kind of stuff. It was not really serious role-playing of the kind other contributors seem to have engaged in but it was still great fun.

Wed Nov 25 19:56:09 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

TO BE CONTINUED....

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Thu Nov 26 00:09:37 1998

Bad Girls
I think this experience which happened 2 days ago will be my best tie-up experience ever. It all started after a regular day in school. After school me and my friend "AD" stayed after for a weightlifting program. Anyway acouple of girls who are always together were on the chearleading squad and they also stayed after. My friend told me he had to go to the bathroom and left the weightroom. After about 20 minutes i got a little curious where he was. i walked around a little bit looking for him and then i saw his schoolbag. I walked into the room where his schoolbag was and there were the 5 girls. i asked them if they knew where he was and they said no. Then one of the girls opened a door to a pretty big closet and there laid my friend tied up in tape and scarves. My reaction was like , OH GOSH ummm i have to go bye. But the 2 of the girls stood bye the door and said I dont think so. So at that point i couldnt believe what was going on. So im standing there trying to get out of the room and one of the girls that is taller then me wraps a scarf around my eyes. I then came back to reality and realized that my hands were being taped bye 2 girls and my ankles by another 2 while the last one held me down. I started to scream for somebody not knowing what else to do. That was a mistake. One of the girls took here scrunchy or hair tye and stuffed it in my mouth. then they taped over my lips. One of the girls got this really long scarf and tied my ankles to my hands and put me in the closet.

E247

Thu Nov 26 00:20:31 1998

Bad Girls Part 2
After i was in the closet they said they would be back in a minute. So i struggled and i got my wrist tape off. i didnt want to make it look real obvious so i still kept my hands behind me back making it look like i was still lying there hog tied. One girl opened the door and looked in and i grabbed her feet and pulled her in. I then realised every cheerleader was there. So i got tied as tight as i probably ever would be. I then was tied up with my friend and a big poster was wrapped around us that said "----- For Class President". Then finally after they finished wheeling us up and down the school hallways they untied us. BYe the way they tied us together on wheeled chairs. But anyway it was a most electrifying experience.

e247

Thu Nov 26 17:49:42 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998

E247,

It certainly sounds like you had a very public and interesting bondage experience - you must have had fun!

Anyone else ever been tied up very publicly? Like in front of lots of people?

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Thu Nov 26 09:57:28 PST 1998

Mason: on being Tied up in Public: I've posted two stores on Canuck's College page about two incidents I was involved with:In one Dr. Jones, a Very Attractive College professor, was "kidnapped" (with her full consent) dragged across campus bound and gagged in full daylight and held for "ransom" the proceeds going to charity.(I was one of the kidnappers!)
THe other (I also posted it to Bob's page) was about the time Jennifer, my wife, was burned at the stake as a witch at a Renassiance fair.(That one is in Bob's archeives for August or September, I believe).
Gillian B has in the July Archieves how she and one of her fellow teachers were tied to chairs, gagged, and subjected to "Teacher Torture" with the money raised going to charity.Incidently a very pretty local newanchor in my neck of the woods was kidnapped on the noon news tied to a chair and gagged and "ransomed" for charity recently ....

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Tue Nov 24 08:55:29 EST 1998

Maybe I was about 13 when this experience occured. Well, my friend Joe came to sleep up. It was a Friday night, and he kept wanting to watch TV. So, after a while he fell asleep.
What an amazing leap of greatness!
I came up, and lifted him onto a chair, without waking him up.
Well, let's see, what do I tie him up with?
I see, shoelaces.
I tied him up, and when he woke up, what a surprise!
He tried to use his teeth to get the ropes off, but it was no use.
After about an hour or two, I let him go.
I wonder why he couldn't get out of it!!!???

TR454

Tue Nov 24 09:00:57 EST 1998

Just so you all know, I have many, but short stories!

TR454

Tue Nov 24 09:06:17 EST 1998

Mathmatical Bondage;Part I
Ok students, what's 354+78-1/2 of 56?
Kelly?Do you know?
Uh,...60?
No.
Anyone else?
My neighbor, Kelly, and I were playing school at her house.
She was pretty dissapointed that she didn't know the answer, so she went downstairs to get a drink.
"I warn you, if you leave this classroom,..."I said.
"You'll do what?"she asked as she walked down the hall.
"You'll see, Mrs.Smarty Pants!"
Now,...what to do?

TR454

Tue Nov 24 09:15:11 EST 1998

Mathmatical Bondage;Part II
Now,... what to do?
I saw this little silk hair thingy on the floor, so I picked it up.
THAT WAS IT!
Bondage!
I was 9 years old, I saw it on TV before, yeah, I could do it,... or could I?
I thought you could answer almost any problem with kidnapping. If you didn't like someone, take em' down, and tie em' up!
Now you see,... she was just 7, at the time, so she was pretty young.
That's why I gave her the hard math problem!
Anyway,... back to the point. I found a jumprope on the floor, as well, so I thought, OK! Here's what we're gonna do!

TR454

Tue Nov 24 09:21:57 EST 1998

Coming Tomorrow,
Mathmatical Bondage. Parts 3&4

TR454

Sat Nov 28 21:59:33 Eastern Standard Time 1998

Sorry for not posting up sooner. I had open heart surgery in the middle of October and really haven't felt much like doing anything since. I did indeed get to be there when Rick tied his Mom up again, I will indeed post it up, just some other time.
PennDoT appreciates your patience;

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Nov 29 02:31:16 PST 1998

Ron,
Welcome back. Hope everything went well with the operation and that you're feeling better.
Doug

Doug
***
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sun Nov 29 10:45:44 Eastern Standard Time 1998

It's written somewhere, the young will die, the old must die. I started my writing when I really started feeling bad, now I wonder if I'll have the time to recount my pertinent experieces. The medications I'm on are playing games with my head, some events from four and five decades ago I remember with crystal clarity, my stay in the hospital is a blur, and I've almost completely lost the week before the surgery. Good stuff, but I digress.

Rick was fairly sharp, I'd almost forgotten the bet he made with his Mom, or figured he had already settled it. He instead waited for a day when his father had to work, but school was off.
I remember it was a cold clear day, and I was just walking to the corner store and back. Whenever I was outside, I always had to swing by Rick and Sharon's place. They had better sense than I did, and were staying inside where it was warm, I figured, and I continued my trip to the store. As I was going in, Rick, his Mom, and Sharon were on their way out. I completely forgot about what it was I was going to get, and tagged along with them. I asked them what they were going to do today, and we sort of agreed that it was too cold to play outside. Rick asked his Mom if she remembered the last time we had to play inside because of the weather.

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Nov 29 11:45:21 Eastern Standard Time 1998

Their Mom said, "Yes, you two tied me up, and tied socks in my mouth so you couldn't hear me telling you to untie me."
"They were clean, at least" Rick said.
I mentioned the deal we made with her about tying her up again if she couldn't get loose, and asked Rick how it went. Rick said he hadn't tied her up again since, but that would be something to do.
Their Mom and Rick negotiated terms, Rick wanted to leave her tied up until his dad got home or she got loose, She only wanted to be tied up for at most an hour, they settled on her being tied up for an hour after she gave up on getting loose. We agreed not to gag her, and not to tie her daughter up while she was tied up.
When we got inside the house, we shed our heavy winter coats and boots. Rick went upstairs to get his rope collection and his Mom lay on the sofa putting her hands behind her. "You're going to do this like the last time, right?" she asked, with just a touch of nervousness in her voice.
"Yeah, we're going to tie you up so you can't even move," I said.
Rick returned with the rope, and tied his Mom's wrists as he did the last time, and I did her knees and ankles. Before hog tying her, he had her sit up, and ran a rope around her waist to her wrists in order keep her hands anchored in the small of her back, then rolled her onto her belly and finished the hogtie. Rick, Sharon and I decided on a game of Monopoly, while his Mom tried to free herself. She quit trying after half an hour, and asked if we were really going to make stay tied up for the whole hour. Rick reminded her it was what she agreed to. The Monopoly game like most Monopoly games played to a draw, I think Rick won, he had the most cash after we ran the bank out of money, and we set about untying his Mom, much more slowly than we tied her up, of course. In the course of her strugging her dress had ridden up a little and I remember seeing just a hint of the tops of her stockings. I really had to control myself to not

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Nov 29 13:18:16 Eastern Standard Time 1998

I really had to control myself to not tickle her feet before I untied them. After we untied her, she went upstairs to compose herself, and we just played cards the rest of the day.

Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Nov 29 17:36:44 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998

Hey TR454, whatever happened to Mathematical Bondage, your story? I mean, even if it is short, every story helps, and it would be nice to read. My experiences are hardly anything to tell about, so don't feel you have to compete (I might tell mine anyway, at least *I* have fond memories of them). I'd like to read the rest of your story, so please consider posting the rest; don't be shy.

Wow, that was a bit long-winded for a post meant to tell a single point...

Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net

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