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Rainy Day (parts 9-18)
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Hide and Seek by Wells Man The Escapologist by Mason The First Tie-Up Games by PH Mother Taken Prisonner by Valerie The Revenge by PH Mathematical Bondage 3-4 by TR454 Cousin Cindy's Revenge by Dudalb Rope Escape by Hank A Rainy Day (parts 19-32) by Mason Cousin Cindy's Revenge (continued) by Dudalb Kara, Shelley & Sonya by Murray |
Cindy's
Revenge-conclusion
by Dudalb
Kidnapped by Karen by Doug Payback by Tieher Clouded Memories by Maddog Cops & Robbers by Chris Revenge II-Tied Up at the Beach by PH Christmas Surprise by Goku A Rainy Day (parts 33-44) by Mason Payback by Diane Christmas Surprise (continued) by Goku Prisoner of Love by Mason Mrs. D by DK |
Wed Dec 02 17:56:08 Eastern Standard Time 1998People need to post more i got cut off will post rest later but posting has been slow lately. Please share stories with us as you look at other peoples
DA MAN
Wed Dec 02 17:57:33 Eastern Standard Time 1998The guy that writes the Nicky stories never finished his.
Questioner
Thu Dec 03 14:01:19 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998My story was really too long to post in one hit which is why I'm posting it in instalments. Hope this answers your query.
I'll be posting another instalment real soon...
I agree with DA MAN - where have all the good stories gone? Enough people visit here - so wheres the budding writers? - don't tell me you're all tied up and can't contribute! ( sorry for the bad pun )
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Fri Dec 04 15:22:19 1998What is a good method for, single
handedly, tieing up someone by surprize?
I would like to, as a gag, sneak up
behind my brother, wrestle him down
and tie him up by surprize. He always
plays gags on me, this would be great
revenge.BroBond
Sat Dec 05 12:53:24 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Those of you who read my earlier story ( the events leading to this tale occurred last month ) in which how Kristy and I "experimented" with bondage will remember that we were both final-year university students. It gives me great pleasure to report that we both passed our final exams and will now graduate next year. Can you just see us in mortar board and gown?
Seriously, its a great relief to have passed and that its all over now. As anyone who has ever sat examinations will tell you, even though you know that you have, in all probability passed, you are never quite sure until you actually get your results.
The bad news is that now Kristy has finally finished university, she is leaving for home tomorrow. So it looks as if there will be no encore tying performance. More to the point, I'm going to miss her very much - she has been a very good friend to me over this year. But thats the way the cookie crumbles, so to speak.
Anyway, heres the next instalment of "A Rainy Day." which is continued from Wed, Nov. 25.
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sat Dec 05 13:35:11 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998My story continues from the point where I had asked Nicky the magic question, "What do you want to do...?"
Sat Dec 05 13:37:08 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 9 - Nicky's answer
Once again, Nicky shocked me when she saucily tossed her head and slyly replied, "Let's have a tying up competition - can I go first?" 'Going first' was simply a nice way of asking to be tied up first. The wide Cheshire cat grin on her lovely face and the wicked gleam in her eyes told me that she was perfectly well aware how much I enjoyed playing these types of games. She had obviously never forgotten the incident when she had tied me up to the tree in her back garden and my predictable response to being bound and gagged like that. I also had not forgotten either - how could I ever forget what happened that day! She'd never directly referred to it again but it had always there between us ever since. Mind you, I am quite certain that she really enjoyed being tied up too for she was always asking me to tie her up, either competitively or otherwise.
Sometimes I truly wish that I had been since been able to meet someone like Nicky who really appeared to love being tied up for its own sake and not just to please me either as one of my former girlfriends did. How I long to hear those magic words, "Tie me up please!" spoken by someone who really wants to be tied up. It's not much fun tying up somebody knowing full well that she is only submitting to be tied up under sufferance just to make me happy. That's not what I want! In the future, if I ever get to play these types of games again, ( hopefully with G ) I only want to play if she is also clearly enjoying herself too. The bottom line is that bondage ( as I have said before ) should be totally consensual, FUN, and enjoyable for both parties involved.
Sat Dec 05 13:38:39 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 10 - The official position
Additionally, I think her mothers relaxed and pragmatic attitude to our bondage games helped a great deal - Nicky was never as self conscious as I was about suggesting that we have tying up "competitions" or being tied up. In fact, providing her older brothers were not around, we would quite often tie one or the other up and then watch TV while Mrs C bustled around upstairs in the kitchen or doing house work. It certainly added a whole new dimension to watching Superman or some similar cartoon show such as Looney Tunes while bound hand and foot. They were generally kept simple - just the basic hands crossed and tied behind the back, ankles and knees. Sometimes, I would hogtie Nicky, usually at her request. We rarely gagged each other on these occasions.
Mrs C never, as far as I know saw anything unusual about our 'games.' Occasionally, she even used to join us for a short chat while one or the other was tied up in front of the TV on the settee. ( couch ) My guess is that she probably saw it all as nothing more than harmless juvenile fun that would, in time would die a natural death as we discovered other activities and interests to occupy our minds as we got older. ( as it turned out, she was absolutely correct in her assumption. Our tying up games occurred less and less frequently as we grew up and discovered new friends and interests. They finally ceased altogether when Nicky and her family moved house while she was still 16 or 17. ) Her husband was completely indifferent to these games of ours, although his work meant he never spent much time at home. Therefore, we nearly always conducted out tying up activities at Nicky's place. It was only very rarely we ever 'played' at my home due to my parents less tolerant attitudes to these kinds of games.
Sat Dec 05 13:39:22 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 11 - The setting
With Nicky leading the way as usual, I excitedly dashed up to Nicky's bedroom, without even bothering to take my raincoat off, equally keen as her to get stuck into tying each other up.
Nicky had a terrific bedroom. It was the envy of all the local kids. The house she lived in was architect designed and constructed in the mid sixties, those wonderful swinging, freewheeling decades of flower power, free love, and hippiedom. It was considered to be absolutely cutting edge design at the time. Built of beige brick with a stainless steel roof, it blended in beautifully into the gently sloping hillside and the tall gums surrounding it. The kitchen and family room debouched onto a large and quiet paved yard only just smaller than a basketball court. A brick wall that separated the adjacent garage from the yard was at one end of the yard, with a basketball hoop and protective net behind to prevent stray balls landing on the roof. A high fence separated the yard from the front garden proper. It was a wonderfully safe place for young children to play while under parental supervision. We often used to play basketball or whatever it was we used to do while Mrs C watched from the kitchen. On warm days, lunch or dinner was consumed outside.
Inside, the kitchen and family room as well as the bathroom and one of the bedrooms on the upper level overlooked what was commonly termed as the "Great Space. This was the downstairs living room used for TV watching and entertaining. Large glass sliding doors led to the back garden ( the scene of 'Nicky's retribution.' ) and swimming pool. The parent's bedroom was to the very end of the downstairs room on the left, below Nicky's room. A small staircase on the extreme left led to a landing some 15 feet above the Great Space. The door to Nicky's bedroom was just to the left of this landing.
Sat Dec 05 13:39:56 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998
Part 12 - "Get the ropes out!"
The way the house was designed led to a very unusually shaped room. A large closet was on the right as you entered. The closet doors, which were at one end of the closet, in the corner of the room, were only four feet wide but the closet extended the entire length of the wall, some 15 feet - therefore it made a great and very dark hidey space. Her bed was also on the right, overlooking the small window. Additionally, the floor abruptly ended several paces also to the left-hand side. Timber panels rose some three feet or so then the floor continued as before. The ceiling was only four or five feet overhead at this point. It sloped downwards to end only 2 feet above the floor on the far left-hand side. The area could be curtained off, creating a very cosy and private space for guests to stay over. A large mattress occupied most of this space. This was where we spent the majority of time tying each other up, behind the 'privacy' of the curtains. However, Mrs C would occasionally pop up just to make sure we were OK and that there was no rough stuff going on.
At the time of these games, Nicky's eldest brother had already moved out of home and her younger brother, R with whom she used to have to share her room with, consequently moved into the downstairs bedroom with the one remaining older brother, giving Nicky ( and myself! ) the privacy we had long hungered for.
Laughing and panting, we tumbled into to the privacy of Nicky's room and firmly shut the door behind us.
"C'mon lets get the ropes out!" I impatiently exclaimed. The first order of business was always for Nicky to drag out the box of ropes that she kept hidden well out of sight in the closet. They were invariably messily jumbled and tangled in the box because it never occurred to either of us to neatly coil the ropes up and pack them away - we just threw them in higgledy-piggledy upon the conclusion of our tying up competitions.
Sat Dec 05 13:40:57 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 13 - Preparations
Therefore, before we could do any tying at all, we both had to sit down and neatly coil up and sort the huge tangle of ropes into various lengths. Over the years both Nicky and myself had secretly amassed an imposing amount and variety of ropes. We never minded taking the time to do this. In hindsight, I think this only helped add to the excitement and anticipation of the tying up to come. We both knew that once we had finished tidying up Nicky's huge rope collection, it would be time to begin roping each other up.
While we busied ourselves sorting out the ropes, we chatted about almost everything and anything in the way that young kids do before getting around to discussing the footy, much to my great discomfort. ( Cultural note: In Australia and particularly my home-state of Victoria, we follow "Australian Rules" football which is a very fast and exciting game. Players are allowed to dispose of the oval shaped ball by either foot or handball but are required to kick it in order to score 'goals' or 'behinds'. We call England's own football 'soccer' Down Under )
The reason for my discomfort was because I barracked for the current bottom-of-the-ladder side, St.Kilda, known as the "Saints" while Nicky supported the top side, Carlton, the "Blues" who ultimately were to win the 1979 VFL Premiership that year. Naturally, Nicky rarely missed an opportunity to tease me about our form, or as was more usually the case, the lack of it! She also used to constantly remind me that I should barrack for a GOOD side like her beloved "Navy Blues."
There were just 12 sides in the then VFL which is now known as the AFL. There are now 16 sides in the AFL competition, five of them from interstate. And St.Kilda still has yet to win that elusive premiership! Meanwhile, Carlton has added four more Premiership cups to its trophy cabinet.
Sat Dec 05 13:41:47 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998
Part 14 - The bet
Eventually, once we had nearly finished untangling and sorting the ropes into various lengths, Nicky reminded me, "Don't forget it's my turn to be tied up first."
Slightly miffed that Nicky should have to remind me like that, I replied, " Of course I haven't forgotten"
" I bet I get free this time." she boasted. "Remember last week?"
I certainly did. The last tie up had been a disaster - I'd been experimenting with a new position and Nicky had somehow wriggled, slithered, eventually slipping her way to eventual freedom and my humiliation. ( she was a very flexible, limber and supple girl, thanks to her ballet training ) I spent the next hour or so in a very tight hogtie as her reward for allowing her to escape like that as per the rules. She'd also gagged me extra tight to stifle any complaints I may have had.
"I bet you don't," I snapped back.
Unruffled, Nicky calmly replied, "Wanna bet?"
"What?"
"Well… when I escape," Nicky stated with complete assurance, "you can buy me a bar of chocolate." That girl was the most amazing chocoholic. Nicky really loved chocolate and she would say or do anything to get her hands on some. Equally surprisingly, she never seemed to get fat either, considering the amount of chockies she used to put away - with my willing help! Actually, I will be honest and admit I also have a major kind of a sweet tooth too. Always have, always will. You know you have a BIG problem when you are on first name terms with your dentist.
"Don't worry, you won't escape!! No way you will get free" I added. "When I win, you can stay tied up for an extra hour. Plus you shout the choccy too. OK?"
"Let's see about that," Nicky chided. "That's what you said the last time too! Mason, never count your chickens before they hatch! Well," glancing at the neatly looped and coiled piles of rope, "are you ready to begin tying me up?" she asked, crossing her hands behind her back for added emphasis.
Sat Dec 05 13:43:05 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 15 - Nicky is tied up…
"Not so fast!" I exclaimed, "not like that. Get off the mattress and stand up on the floor," I peremptorily ordered.
Puzzled, Nicky asked, "Why?"
"You'll find out" I replied, clambering downwards onto the floor some few feet below me. Obediently, still plainly mystified by my request, Nicky followed. I had, in fact already decided how I wanted to tie Nicky up several nights ago - now was the time to put my planning into effect.
"Ok, put your hands in front of you." I said. Nicky's eyes widened in surprise for conventional wisdom dictated that hands be tied BEHIND the back. Up until now, I had never shown any great imagination in our tying up competitions which used to earn me considerable criticism from her. At that point, I suppose you could describe myself as competent but basically conservative and Nicky skilled and imaginative when it came to tying each other up.
"Let the games begin!" I exclaimed as I began looping rope around Nicky's slender wrists, which I had placed facing palm to palm rather than crossed as usual. After looping the rope around her wrists about six or seven times, I tightly cinched the rope binding her wrists and knotted it out of reach. Nicky's eyes grew huge with apprehension as I repeated the same method just above her elbows, making them meet in the process. As I have already said earlier, Nicky used to study ballet. Therefore, she had a very flexible and limber body through long hours spent at the barre, which meant she could easily endure all kinds of unusual tie-ups many others could not.
"Yes, I teased, "You know you've had it already! And I haven't even begun yet!" I took another medium length of rope and attached it to the cinching between her wrists, and let the remaining ends drop to the floor.
Sat Dec 05 13:43:57 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 16 - Blessed silence…
"What are you doing?" she asked, without any real vehemence in her voice. ( playing her role to the maximum ) "This is too tight - what are you doing?"
"You talk too much" I stated, selecting a piece of cloth from the pile on the bed.
"No, no.. Don't ga… Mmmphfhhh… " I stuffed the cloth in her mouth. I held it in place with my left hand while I picked up another longer strip of cloth and used it to tightly cleave gag her. Under the rules, Nicky had to cooperate so she stood there, head bowed in defeat as I finished gagging her with yet another strip of cloth, which I wound around and around and over the original cleave gag, silencing her for the duration.
After I finished gagging Nicky, I tied a long piece of rope around her waist and knotted it in front. I attached another piece of rope to her waist rope and passed it between her thighs, back over the waist rope behind her back, around in front. I repeated the same procedure and passed it back between her thighs again and knotted every thing off in back, forming a tight and very effective crotchrope. ( Although I never really understood at the time why she liked having a crotch rope tied on herself so much at the time, I knew Nicky used to really love being tied like that so I was always happy to oblige )
Sat Dec 05 13:46:15 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 17 - In the closet she goes!
I used two more separate pieces of rope above and below her budding breasts, (leaving her arms free) each one wound around her very tightly around five or six times. I took another piece of rope and tied it to the lower of her two chest ropes and looped it over her shoulders, passed it under the chest ropes in back and over the other shoulder to the ropes in front. Back over again - and to ensure the harness did not slip up her body, I passed the rope ends under and over the T junction of her crotch ropes in back, tightening them just a little. Back over the other shoulder again - knotted the ropes in front and passed again around the T-junction of her crotch rope in front, tightening them even more.
This time Nicky did go "Oo, oooo, Ooh!" But the look in her eyes told me how much she was enjoying being tied up like this.
"Ok, your legs now" I said. Methodically and carefully, I took my own sweet time tying and cinching ropes around her ankles, knees and thighs. I knew perfectly well that she would really be wondering why I was tying her up like this, hands in front, arms 'free' to boot, but I decided not to tell her.
I marched her over to the large closet and pushed all the clothes hanging on the fixed overhead rail to one side. Before making her get in, I placed a couple of thick soft pillows on the floor and told her to kneel on them. Giving me a quizzical gaze, she obediently knelt, clearly wondering what I had in mind for her.
I took the rope dangling from between her already tightly bound wrists and looped it over the rail. Nicky's eyes suddenly opened wide as she realised my intention. "Yes," I laughed. "I'm going to tie the rope up here. No way you'll be able to get at it up there" I pulled gently but firmly, forcing Nicky's bound hands high above her head. Once she was straining for balance on her knees, I tightly knotted it off to the railing.
Sat Dec 05 13:46:59 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 18 - I take extra precautions
While I was doing so, Nicky instinctively and slightly shifted position, presumably to give her better balance or simply to ease the pressure of her body weight on her knees. It was then that I realised the potentially fatal weakness in the way I had tied her up.
There was a good chance, knowing Nicky like I did, that she would be able to somehow wriggle her way to a standing position and untie the rope attaching her hands to the clothes rail. For a moment I was stuck - I could not decide what to do, until it occurred to me that I should get her feet off the ground and leave her balancing on her knees. So I attached another piece of rope to the cinching between her bound ankles, while a very thoroughly gagged Nicky peered at me as best as she could over her shoulder.
I pulled on it forcing her feet off the floor and shifting her whole weight and balance onto her knees, whereupon I tied the other end off to her chest ropes in back. The best I can describe this position would be to say that it was a standing 'semi - hogtie'
Feeling extremely pleased with myself with the way I had tied up Nicky like that, I closed the closet door but not before uttering the timeless cliché so beloved of everyone who has ever tied someone up, "Have fun! Don't go away!" Then, " You have half an hour to escape… if not you owe me!!"
Sat Dec 05 13:47:50 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Will Nicky escape and win her bet?
Stay tuned to find out...
TO BE CONTINUED
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sat Dec 05 01:37:34 Mountain Standard Time 1998Hi, I just found this site about a week ago, and was very happy to find a place like this. Well, I have a story for y'all, and I hope that you guys like it. It involves my old girlfriend, we'll call her ... Julie.
Part one.
This was the first, and only time that I was able to tie her up (we broke up a few weeks later). Anyway, me and Julie, and a few friends were bored one night and decided to go play hide and seek, but we split up into pairs. Most of the pairs were boyfriend and girlfriend, so Julie and I were together. Also, there was construction right behind my friends house, they were expanding the neighbor hood, so there were about twenty or thirty half built houses to hid in.
We had all left and the group that was it was counting while the rest of the groups hid. Now every group had to stay together, and hid in the same spot, as close together as possible. We were hiding for about ten minutes when we got bored. She suggested that we go to my truck and to a little something that we are not supposed to discuss on this site. I really didn't want to because we hadn't been going out very long at all ( this eventually led to our break up, she wanted it and I wouldn't give it to her). I said that I had something else in mind that I think that she would enjoy. She looked a little upset, until I said that she would enjoy it. Anyway, we went to the house farthest away, which was about a 1/4mile from my friends house.
There was an unfinished porch there, along with all the stuff that I would need, lucky me. First let me tell you that this was mid summer in Arizona, so it was very hot, even at 10:00 pm (almost 95 degrees F), so she was wearing short shorts, a tanktop, a bandana in her hair, and white sneakers and socks. I told her to take off here shoes and socks, and here bandana. She did as I asked and asked me what I had in mind, I said "you'll see." I told her to walk into the house and around the corner into the house. They had finished the outer walls by this time, but there were still bare studs in the house. I tied her to the studs, one hand to one stud, and one to another stud above here head. Then I gagged her with the bandana and said that I would be right back. I said earlier that I was lucky, that's because there was all kinds of insulated industrial cable and wire everywhere, probably twenty large spools of it.
wells_man
Sat Dec 05 02:43:39 Mountain Standard Time 1998Part two.
I was greatful that I found that wire because I didn't want here skin to get hurt. Well, now that I had found what I needed, I went and untied here from inside the house and brought her outside onto the porch. Now I had her turn around and put her hands behind her, wrists crossed. I wound the wire around her wrists, but this was hard because the wire was stiff. But also, this was good because it made it almost impossible for her to get loose because it was immovable without a little leverage, like I said, this was industrial strength stuff. After I had her wrists done, I realized that I couldn't cut this stuff, so I had to get creative. I undid her wrists and retied them behind the porch post, allowing me to tie her better. Now she was complaining that she was getting bored, I asked her if she wanted me to let her loose, she said no, so I said good and gagged her with the socks, one in the mouth, and the other to hold that one in. The gag worked great, because you could barley hear her a few feat away.
Now that she was gagged, I took her bandana and blindfolded her with that so that she couldn't watch me. I took the wire and wrapped it above and below her breasts, which was cool, and around her waste, pinning her to the post. Then I wrapped the wire around her knees and ankles separate from the post, then wrapped it around her legs and the post. I worked my way up from her ankles to her waist. I was impressed. This wasn't the first time that I had tied up a girl before, but it was the first time that I had tied up a girl without having any of the right materials with me. She couldn't move an inch, and the wire was working perfectly. After about ten minutes, I undid her gag and bandana, and asked if she was alright. She said yes, so I replaced the gag and blindfold and tickled her for another ten or fifteen minutes. Then I untied her completely and rubbed her legs and her arms for her because the wire had left small, red lines in h
wells_man
Sat Dec 05 02:45:17 Mountain Standard Time 1998Part three.
Then I untied her completely and rubbed her legs and her arms for her because the wire had left small, red lines in her skin, but they went away after a few minutes. We decided to head back, but I could tell that she was still a little bored, so I stopped her, made her take off her shoes, socks, and bandana again, but put her shoes back on (minus the socks). I gagged her like before with her socks, and tied her hands tightly behind her back with the bandana, making sure that she couldn't get loose.
Then we walked the whole way back to my friends house, with her hands tied, and gagged. I was a little apprehensive, but she was loving it. Anyway we arrived and everyone thought that it was great that she was gagged (she talked too much, and could get annoying). I took off her gag and she said some stuff that she shouldn't have said, so I regagged her and we retied her for the rest of the night, in all different sort of ways. That will have to wait until I post again. Hope you like the story.
Thanks Canuck for the suggestions for making my post look neat and clean. I'll try to do better next time.
wells_man
Sun Dec 06 14:47:34 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998The Escapologist
Introduction
This story to follow is unrelated to the other one, "A Rainy Day" currently in progress. I wrote this yesterday and today after suddenly remembering the long-forgotten experience that happened to me many years ago.
Reading Gillian's excellent fictional short story, "The Adventures of McKenzie and Marks" on http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766/contents.htm as well as a couple of other true escapology stories helped provide the inspiration for this true story. ( Gillian, thanks for writing it and also for providing the link to this site! ) Additionally, I am indebted to Dudalb for helping jog my memory when he answered my query concerning "public bondage". The funny thing was that I had forgotten all about this experience until just now. It was reading the exploits of the various escapologists and 'public bondage' stories published on this, and other sites that helped drag this memory deep from the recesses of my own mind, where it had been stored away all those years.
Without giving too much away at this point, this tale recounts how I once assisted a magician, on stage in his own escape routine. I was still only 17 or 18 at the time. The year was very late 1984. ( I think ) It could have been very early 1985.
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Dec 06 15:03:37 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Lisa
I had been dating the lovely Lisa, my childhood sweetheart at the time. She was the first real girlfriend that I had had. Lisa was about the same height as myself and had brown eyes with medium length brunette hair. Like Nicky, she was also very slim. In fact, she had a beautiful body. Lisa was hot blooded and passionate like the Scorpio she was. She was also a wonderfully warm and caring person. Both of us had lots in common including a shared love for the Saints and footy in that order. Lisa was very articulate and easy to talk to - we could and often did lie for hours cuddling on the banks of the Yarra River and just talking about anything and everything.
In case you are wondering, no I never did tie her up because I was just too embarrassed to mention my liking for these special kinds of games to her - I was deathly afraid that she would react the wrong way and that I would lose her. By then, I knew that my kinky desires had a word for it - it was called 'bondage.' In hindsight, I should have brought it up or at least tried to tie her up in a playful sort of way since she was such an open-minded intelligent person but I had always thought that she would think I was 'strange' if I brought the subject up, even if indirectly. Therefore, I never did do so, much to my lasting regret. Remember that I was still an impressionable 17-year-old struggling to come to terms with my own sexuality while dating my first girlfriend, and an especially attractive one at that too.
Sun Dec 06 15:04:06 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Early days
Her mother, Mrs B and my own mother had previously known each other from their old work before they parted their ways. However, in the way that people do, they re-established contact and my mum invited Mrs B ( who was divorced ) and her two daughters, Lisa and C around for dinner. At the time, I had recently taken possession of my new hi-tech ATARI computer game. State of the art game-playing technology back then! This was the one you used to slot the game cassettes into before hooking it up to the TV. Lisa, C and myself must have spent just about ALL evening playing various games - we had a great time! This would have been in my very late sixteens.
After that visit, Lisa wrote to me several times. At the time, my father also owned a business, which was only minutes walk from her home. I used to work there to earn extra pocket money on Saturdays before closing up and going to the footy if a home game was on. ( The Saints home ground was only a kilometre or so away. ) She often used to come over to chat with me around closing time on Saturdays. Eventually, I guess I must have realised how attractive she was and asked her out to see a movie.
Sun Dec 06 15:04:37 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Our first date
It took her about two seconds to say yes. We arranged the movie date for the following Saturday. Needless to say it was a great success. Ironically, the film was 'Superman' ( the movie version of Nickys favourite TV show ) Dinner was… Macdonald's. How romantic. But we were both only 17 and on limited incomes. I will always remember the look of happiness and joy in her face when I nervously took her hand in my own for the very first time and held it. Our first kiss, a couple of dates later was even more special. It was… wonderful!
It was not long before it became official - we were an item. Eventually, we established a routine where I would catch the train from school every second Friday, change at Richmond and continue down to where she lived. Lisa would travel to my home each alternate Friday. On Saturdays, I worked at the shop until closing time at one when Lisa would come over. During the football season, if the footy was on, we'd go to that with my father to watch the hapless Saints lose as per usual. On the rare occasions when we fluked a win in the muddy morass ( they actually used to water the ground overnight to make it muddy and reduce the other side to the same level as us ) that was our homeground, the long-suffering Saint fans used to celebrate as if we had won a premiership. 'Saints fans are fanatical and loud - opposition sides and their supporters used to hate travelling out to dread Moorabbin, in the days before they moved to Waverley Park. If not, we often repaired to her home to do whatever it was we used to do or travel into the city to catch a movie.
Sun Dec 06 15:05:15 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998The matinee
On one such fine Saturday afternoon, we decided to go into the city as the Saints were playing away and because it was such a nice day.
On this occasion, Lisa and myself were strolling hand in hand down the main drag, Swanston Street past the Melbourne Town Hall when she noticed a sign advertising free public magic performances. Fortuitously, it advertised another performance beginning in only a few minutes. I wasn't too keen but she absolutely insisted on going in to watch, so in we went. ( actually, she dragged me in by the hand )
As it turned out, there were still quite a few front-row seats left so Lisa decided that we should sit in one of those in order to see the show better.
The first few acts were routine - the usual stressed out white rabbit - from - a - hat trick along with various others. Nothing special or out of the ordinary. This guy was no David Copperfield and it showed.
The props were duly brought out for the next act and set down without great fanfare. They were simple. A two-foot high, three-inch diameter wooden post with a largish hole drilled through the middle ( presumably so the rope ends could be passed through it to prevent him from sliding his hands up the pole to gain slack. ) and a quantity of white rope. It was around this point I suddenly became MUCH more interested in, what up until now, had been a fairly mundane show ( little wonder it was free ) I hoped Lisa would not notice my increased excitement and wonder why.
Sun Dec 06 15:05:53 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998The magic rope trick
The magician announced that for his next trick he would ask a member of the audience to volunteer to tie him to the post, from which he would attempt to escape. No one volunteered. By now I was very interested. I also had no intention of volunteering either. Lisa clearly wanted me to volunteer - her actions and loudly whispered exhortations to "get up there and help him" made that all too clear. But I still wasn't going to volunteer, no matter what she said. I was too shy and embarrassed to get up there and actually TIE somebody up in front of what seemed like half of Melbourne. ( although the crowd could not possibly have topped 50 or so people who, like us had wandered in off the street to have a look. ) Never mind that I was also feeling very shy about getting up there in front of all those people.
Eventually realising no one was inclined to volunteer their services, he once again appealed for volunteers. Same story. Eventually it occurred to him that he would have to be pro-active in order to obtain a volunteer. He pointed in my direction and said, "Would you like to join me up here?" Words to that effect. I looked around thinking he was speaking to someone behind me. No one moved. I turned around again.
"Yes, you," he was saying."Me?!?" I squawked in horror.
Sun Dec 06 15:06:24 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998All is explained - the routine
He confirmed that it was indeed myself whose assistance he required by motioning for me to join him up on the stage. Lisa didn't help matters any. She literally pushed me out of the seat. I had no choice. Of course, I could have said "no" but how would that have looked to my girlfriend? One who moreover was completely unaware of my kinky desires? Lisa looked so pleased and proud as I reluctantly joined the magician up on stage. Having such a lovely and appreciative fan club did cheer me up considerably.
"What's your name?" he asked.
Timidly, I answered, "Mason"
"What do you do?" he kindly asked, aware of my nervousness. No doubt he was used to this kind of thing from often reluctant 'volunteers' However he had no idea that my anxiety was directly related to the fact I was expected to tie him up on stage, in front of my girlfriend. I felt as if all my bondage fantasies had been dragged out of my cranium for all to see.
I replied that I was still studying for my HSC ( Higher School Certificate ) which is now known as the VCE in my home state of Victoria. They are comparably equivalent to the English "O" levels.
Introductions over, he explained as much for my benefit as for the audience that he was going to perform an escape routine. My services were required to tie him to the short little pole any way I liked after which his assistant would place a screen around him. He would then have one minute to escape.
Upon concluding his explanation of the routine, he knelt down in front of the post for me to begin tying him up. This was it - my big moment. The bright lights of showbiz beckoned. I was still feeling extremely nervous as I also knelt down to perform my own role. However, Lisa's huge smile reassured me. She was sitting up very straight watching with great interest and pride.
Sun Dec 06 15:06:59 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998
Famous last words
The rope was soft white cotton cord. It was quite long at around 15 or 20 feet long. Gingerly I handled it as if it were a poisonous king cobra about to come to life. I was nervous to the extent that I completely fluffed tying his wrists together and I had to begin over again. This was not like tying up Nicky at all. Her wrists were slim, dainty and girlish. His were thick and hard, masculine wrists. I as I concentrated on the job at hand, I began to relax, so intent was I on ensuring he would still be just as tied up when they took the screen away as he was at the start. Not only was my professional pride at stake, I had a beautiful girl to impress too.
I tied and cinched the ropes around his wrists in exactly the same way I used to tie Nicky's hands together - except perhaps I pulled on the ropes and knots rather tighter than I ever would have with Nicky. After lashing his wrists together, I made him pass his bound hands over and in front of the pole so that it was between his hands and body. I passed the rope ends through the hole in the middle of the post back towards him and tied them around the pole and his wrists and cinched these too, firmly affixing his wrists to the pole. The magician was still kneeling but he was also much more hunched over the pole after I had finished tying him up. I carefully knotted and double knotted every thing up, out of reach of his fingers.
"There, I've finished!" I dramatically exclaimed for the audience's benefit. As I gained in confidence, I also began to show off a little. "There, get out of that!" I taunted, confident in the knowledge that I had done a good job of tying him up. The ropes were very tight, ( too tight really but I wasn't going to spare him ) the knots secure and out of reach. No way he was going to get out of that, I thought.
Sun Dec 06 15:07:42 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998He complimented me on doing a good job, asking, "Where did you learn to tie knots like that?"
I replied simply, "In the Boy Scouts"
"Ah, I see. Well, you've done a good job." I preened for Lisa's benefit, confident that I had gotten him. Pride cometh before a fall.
The master illusionist then instructed this assistant to place the screen around him after reminding us he had one minute to get free. Less than one minute later, to my great surprise, he emerged from behind the screen, having somehow escaped. I could only shake my head in disbelief while the audience and Lisa applauded loudly.
While the assistant quickly removed the props, he joked about how hard it had been to escape. I was then able to return to my seat, next to a beaming Lisa. Oh, but she was proud of me! For having had the nerve to get up there like I did and tying him up so well. ( never mind that the two of them had volunteered me anyway ) Lisa cheerfully admitted that she would never have had the nerve to get up there herself. She consoled me on my failure to hold him, pointing out that he was a professional magician and escapologist who did this for a living.
Eventually the magical performance came to its inevitable conclusion and we were able to leave. Needless to say, Lisa was impressed with my own "starring role" in his performance, to the extent she cuddled up to me for the rest of what was to prove to be a wonderful day. After returning home, we ended up in her bedroom. I'm happy to say that what followed was as enjoyable, if not more so than any amount of bondage.
After leaving, we discussed the performance especially the rope trick but we were unable to come to any kind of conclusion how he had done it. ( escaped ) I told Lisa, in all honesty that I knew that I'd done a good job of tying him up but that I still could not understand how he had escaped. Neither could she. It was truly one of life's great mysteries…
Sun Dec 06 15:09:14 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Conclusion
It was not until many years later that I have finally been able to work out how he may have been able to escape with such seeming ease. I remember that while I was tying the magician and escape artist up, his hands were tightly clenched so as to allow him to obtain some slack once he unballed his hands - this certainly would have made it much easier for him to escape. Additionally, after reading Gillian's account on the escape routine that her friends and herself put on, I also just realised that he probably had had some kind of cutting implement ( most likely a knife ) hidden away somewhere, to help free himself. No wonder the assistant had whisked away the props and rope so quickly! His concluding spiel had merely served to act as a distraction while this was done.
Lastly, in hindsight, ( isn't hindsight a wonderful thing! ) if I had been a bit smarter and more confident about bondage, I could have used this to my advantage to tie Lisa up. All I had to do was to issue some kind of challenge, something along the lines of, "Well he may have escaped but you would never have!" Knowing Lisa as well as I did, she would definitely have taken me up on that challenge. But I never did suggest any such thing, fearful that she may think that I liked tying up games more than I should. I did not want her to think that I was 'kinky' or 'strange'. This is one of the great regrets of my life that I never seized what I now realise had been a golden opportunity to get her to agree to her being tied up. Ah well… such is life. If the same thing were to happen to me tomorrow, now that I am far more confident about myself and my own sexuality, I would certainly take the opportunity to "allow" my date to practise ( ! ) her escapology skills.
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Dec 06 11:53:25 1998Hello i am a 22 male i have a bondage childhood story. It was when i was around 10/11, and my cousin a year older then me, We were at her house playing being loud. My aunt told us to be quiet or we would wake up my cousin her baby borther. Well we didn't not stop we keep playing and not being quiet. So she call my cousin in the kitchen I heard a sound later i found out what that sound was. It was quiet then she call me to the kitchen i walk over to her when i look over my cousin was sitting in the chair with her hand tied behind her back and gagged with duct tape. She took me and tied my hands behind my back that when i found out that sound i heard before was the sound of duct tape the she gagged me with duct tape. She to use dowm to the basement lay use on the carpet floor tie our ankles with duct tape. Then she left and close the basement door. Me and my cousin try to struggle but we could not get loose are three hour tie and gagged in the basement. She came and cut us loose I can remember the way my cousin acted, Be i enjoy it.
HPI10
Sun Dec 6 10:31:29 MST 1998This is a great page! My friend was wondering if you had any stories about girls in mini-skirts being tied up. If so please email them to his email:
tomcat@dangerous-minds.com
thanks
listener
mkrueger@micron.net
Mon Dec 07 20:02:05 GMT Standard Time 1998Hi Canuck and everyone,
Some of you may remember me from bob`s page, I`m just posting to let everyone know that I`ll now be posting my stories on this site, and I`ll repost my last unfinished story from bob`s site on this page. If anyone has any queries, please mail me!
Tue Dec 08 20:15:49 GMT Standard Time 1998Hi everyone!
I`ll be in Bob`s chatroom at 10pm GMT ( 5pm EST and 2pm PST ). Please mail me if you`re interested!
Wed Dec 09 02:09:16 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998The First Tie-up Games.
Part IMy experience of tie-up games started at the age of about ten. I always spent the summers with my parents at our summer-place in the western parts of the country. We had a fairly big house on a large estate, just by a beautiful lake. The place was surrounded by vast forests of pine-, fir- and birch-trees, as well as fields and meadows.
In a neighbouring house stayed three boys, the elder was my age and his younger brothers. Let`s call them Joe, Peter and Hank. At their place were often also their uncle`s family with two girls, Sarah and Jenny. Sarah was my age and Jenny a year older.
We used to play many different games, but mostly it was cowboys and indians or pirates. Our "headquarters" was an old boat-house situated about half a mile from their house. It belonged to some old great-uncle who had been a part-time fisherman in the 50-ies. We were allowed to house a boat there, an old but large wooden row-boat, our pirate-ship.
The boat-house was just a heavenly place for kids like us. It was large with many storage rooms on the bottom floor and a room above where the old great-uncle had made a "hiding-place" for himself. (We were told that he used to retreat to the boat-house to enjoy his pipe and brandy and "hide" from his late wife!)
PH
Wed Dec 09 02:12:21 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part II
Most of the furniture was gone, but we had brought an old sofa, some chairs and a table. Best of all was when we were allowed to sleep over in the boat-house. We would roll out some mattresses on the floor and sleep under old blankets. It was in this boat-house that I started to enjoy the tie-up games that my friends used to play.At first the tying was mostly a secondary part of the cowboy and indians or pirates games we played. Someone would be captured and tied to a tree or left in the boat-house tied to a chair or just tied hand and foot on the floor. Either the prisoner escaped or he or she was released after about thirty minutes.
This was the regular pattern during the first years. During the sleep-overs we would practice to tie each other up different ways and have competitions as to who would escape the quickest. It was during these escape-competitions that the element of tickling the tied prisoner came in to the picture.
Shoes were not allowed in the boat-house as the girls always complained about how muddy the floor got from our sneakers. We seldom had socks on because of the warm summer weather, so we usually were barefoot in the boat-house.
PH
Wed Dec 09 02:19:44 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part III
On one sleep-over night Joe had introduced a new technique to tie a prisoner. It was the well-known hog-tie, but we didn’t know what it was called then. Guinea-pigs for this first ever hog-tie were Sarah and myself. I guess this must have been when we were about thirteen or fourteen. There were Sarah and I, on our stomachs on the floor. Our hands were tied behind our backs with the wrists crossed. Our feet were tied with the ankles crossed and brought up to the tied hands and connected with an uncomfortably short rope. As we both were barefoot Joe and Jenny couldn’t resist the temptation, but started to tickle our feet.In the games we played tickling was sometimes used just a short while for fun, but now Joe and Jenny got such great response from us, the prisoners, that they found tickling us was great fun. I am very ticklish and so was Sarah. We laughed hard and tried to wiggle away from the cruel tormentors, but without luck. Joe and Jenny tickled us without mercy until we nearly lost our breaths. When they finally decided we`d had enough, they gagged us both and left us hog-tied for a rather long time. We tried to escape from the firm bindings, and even to untie each other, but without luck. When they released us we swore revenge, and this first experience of being hog-tied and tickled started a series of very memorable tie-up occasions.
PH
Wed Dec 09 12:06:50 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998PH, I really liked your story. Sounds like you had some great times down there. Please post again with more stories soon!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Thu Dec 10 04:54:34 1998Hi all...my husband and I have enjoyed reading some of the stories on this page reading on our "date nights" when we can get away from the kids. I posted last in October (at his insistance) "Just like the magazine" post. Anyway he has convinced me to post our latest adventure. A little bit about us first we have been married for 14 years and have three children so we have very little time to ourselves. We found out when we were dating we had both played tie up games as children and it immediately fed into our date lives . I can't tell you how many times I sat in his car with my hands and feet tied while he got gas or something. We met while I was still in college and had a roommate. Yes she and her date walked in on me once while I was tied up on my bed...she was supposed to be at his place for the night (but that is another story...an embarrassing one). She got embarrassed but Rod her date thought it was great. They never let me forget even to this day when I talk to her she reminds me.
This situation happened this past August, on a Saturday afternoon. We were at home with my oldest (a nine year old boy, Joey, not his real name) and his friend Chad, his real name.Valerie
valgal@aol.com
Thu Dec 10 05:12:51 1998Part 2
My hub and I were home taking an easy afternoon. He had opened a bottle of wine and had kept my glass full. So I was a little giggly. The boys were outside playing in the playhouse a game they called "weapons". They came inside for drinks and claimed to be "a little bored". Well my husband chimed in " what you need is a prisoner to guard" and then volunteered me. Well with the mood I was in it only took one "Puhleeze mom" for me to agree. I said "Ok but only for a little while".
They pointed theier weapons at me and directed come with us. My thoughtful husband told them to "make sure she doesn't escape." The very next comment out of Chads mouth was "we can tie her up". Again my husband volunteered we had some clothesline in the garage they could use. To which I protested I was unsure about this but with his encouragement and the boys...uh,,, groveling...I soon had my hands behind my back with Joey tying clothesline around them. We have a big fairly secluded yard and they took me outside, walked me around the yard and finally I was tied to their fort.
They worked on tying my feet and legs. I was wearing shorts, t shirt and tennis shoes. Chad was working mightly to tie my feet and legs ( a little above the knee) together, while Joey stood guard. I remembered how Joey had told me once that Chad thought I was "HOT" to which I had been very complimented. Watching this boy tie my ankles and legs together I was noticing how he was taking in my situation and looking at my legs... alot . My husband later told me he had been watching us from the kitchen window and had noticed the same thing about about Chad.Valerie
Valgal969@aol.com
Thu Dec 10 05:37:43 1998Part 3
This whole thing only took maybe 15 minutes. Then we started feeling rain. The boys took about 5 minutes to get me undone and we went inside just as it started a downpour. We got into the kitchen and they wanted to tie me back up. I was a little hesitant but my hub convinced them to give me a break and convinced me to let them finish their game. My husband and I sat in the kitchen and discussed my plight over the remainder of my glass of wine and he assured me he would keep an eye on things. He was enjoying this as much as Chad and Joey were.
After about 5 maybe 10 minutes of preparing the playroom for me they came down rope and weapons in hand, pointed their guns at me and directed me that time was up...to "put your hands behind your back". Joey then proceeded to tie me back up. I had just come out of the restroom and had tucked my shirt into my shorts. As the boys were escorting me upstairs to the playroom my husband came over and whispered in my ear that I looked "really curvy". I am sure I blushed I knew right then he was into this...
I was seated on the couch in front of the nintendo and once again Chad went right ot work on tying my feet and legs together. After a few mionuts my husband came up stairs to check out what was happening. the boys had been trying to talk me into letting them gag me I am sure Joe SR (my husband) had heard this. He came in pulled out a bandana and a wiffle golf ball from his bag. He wrapped the ball in the scarf I was telling him no...I don't think so and he put it in my mouth and tied it behind my head farily firmly. There was no way I was able to get it out nor could I speak a word. He then left the boys "to take good care of your mom" I am sure he was chuckling at that.Valerie
Valgal@aol.com
Thu Dec 10 06:02:36 1998Part 4
Anyway I will try to finish this. My hub and I are here collaborting on how I should describe these events and he likes me to"tell it all". (aside: Right honey...lol......He will like that comment when he comes back)
They had me tied for maybe as long as a half hour to 45 minutes from that point on. They were really fun to watch acting like big shots and having this mom as thier toy. Chad sat on my lap a few times. He may have been a little too friendly. Touching things that he might not shoulda but I pretended not to notice. Eventually they had me lay on the couch and pulled my feet and hands together sort of a loose hogtie. Joey, I thnk got bored with his mom, turned on nintendo and eventually they were both playing James Bond, while I was forced to watch from my hogtie on the couch. My husband finally came in and had them untie me.
Chad's mom came shortly after that. I still had rope marks on my wrists when I went to the door. Chad being the darling he was had to tell her right away they had taken me prisoner and tied me up. I am sure I blushed. Her resonse was a bit of a surprise saying, "I am happy to find out I am not the only one they have been trying to pull that on". I told her it was not a big deal but I hadn't fully realized what I had committed myself too. She said we needed to get together for coffee and discuss "the interests of nine year old boys". We still haven't had that chance yet. My hub has been encouraging me to get together with her. He wants to hear what she has to say about it I am sure. Anyway the afternoon didn't end our fun. Joe and I had an even better time that night..wink wink.....Valerie
Valgal969@aol.com
Thu Dec 10 11:53:04 UTC+0100 1998Hi there!
Like this page a lot and will probably post some stories here soon. Now I have a question. I wonder If any of you have any experiences of hand-over-mouth? I mean, If your sister, babysitter och cousin have played this sort of games in early ages. I have and will tell you about them.
Please write me an e-mail and tell me about your experiences!
With love,
Jenny
Thu Dec 10 17:34:53 PST 1998Valarie: Nice Story!
Since for a while my speciality on this site was grown ups being tied up by kids it's nice to welcome some else who was a victim. My Wife and I don't have kids, but last July we were both tied up and gagged by some of our Friend's kids. The Story in in the July Archives. Maybe you have some tales of your childhood to tell. Glad to see someone new join the usual gang of idiots (myself included) on this page.
Anybody out there have any Holiday themed tales to tell. I have one almost donedudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sat Dec 12 02:02:49 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998The Revenge.
Part I
In a previous posting I described how I used to play tie-up games with some friends during the summer vacations. My friends were three brothers, Joe, Peter and Hank. Their family had a summer house in the same area as ours. We were usually joined in our games by their cousins, Sarah and Jenny. Joe, Sarah and I were all the same age. Jenny was one year older and Peter and Hank were two and four years younger.We started to play these games when I was about ten, but the first years we simply played cowboys and indians or pirates, and the element of tying a prisoner up was just a part of the game. When we got a little older (and more skilled at tying each other up) the games changed character. There were more kidnapping games where the tying up part (and escape attempts) was the important thing. As we were about thirteen or fourteen the girls had lost interest in running around with toy guns, but they still liked the challenge of a good tie up game.
Both Sarah and Jenny were very boyish girls. They never had any interest in dolls or such girls things, but took pride in doing the same things as we did. They were both very good at handling the big wooden row boat their family kept in the boat house. They could run and swim just as well as me and Joe.
PH
Sat Dec 12 02:07:58 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part II
The younger sister, Sarah, had reddish brown hair, often kept in braids or a pony tail, and freckles. Jenny was more pretty with long fair hair. They were both very athletic and members of several school teams. They always wore jeans or shorts,
t-shirts and sneakers. I think I never ever saw either of them wear a dress!On rainy days we hanged out in the boat-house, our "head quarters". We used to play cards or Monopoly and very often we challenged each other to some sort of tie up game. Sometimes there was a plot and we acted kidnappers or burglars, but more often the game just consisted of the prisoner trying to escape within a given time. Joe always was the inventive one. He "invented" new ways of tying knots or some "sound proof" gag. I must boost my own reputation as an escape artist. I managed to get free quite often, but not always. The girls enjoyed tying each other up most of all, because they were very competitive. When being tied they both always struggled real hard to get lose. The younger brothers mostly participated as "helpers", the way younger brothers usually do.
Usually we would team up girls against boys, but we also played in pairs. One day Joe had invented a new tie up style. He practiced it with me and Sarah as prisoners. (This was in my first posting.)
We were hog tied and Joe and Jenny had fun tickling us as we were helpless. Later we were gagged and left to struggle to get free, but without luck. After that incident Sarah and I plotted revenge. Both Joe and Jenny teased us a lot for not getting out of the hog ties that day. The following days came with wonderful weather and were spent mostly on the beach or out on the lake in the boat. We never had any really good opportunity to take revenge on Joe and Jenny.PH
Sat Dec 12 02:09:32 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part III
As I mentioned before, the best times for our tie up games were on sleep over occasions. We were allowed to have sleep over nights in the boat house from time to time. One day Joe’s family went away on a trip. They were not due back until the next day. Sarah’s and Jenny’s parents also left for the night, and the three of them managed to talk their parents into letting them stay at the house alone. Jenny, who was about fifteen at this time, was left in charge. Sarah and I had slightly different thoughts about that!We had spent the day on the beach enjoying the wonderful weather. Peter and Hank had gone back to the main house to watch TV in the evening. Joe had decided to take his bike and go to the nearby village to get some snacks. He would be gone for about an hour. This was the perfect time to start our revenge.
We had all changed from our swim suits into jeans and t-shirts. We walked barefoot over the soft sand on the beach to the boat house. When we entered, Sarah and I immediately grabbed Jenny and wrestled her to the floor. She fought as well as she could, but I pinned her arms behind her back and Sarah got several long pieces of rope. The boat house contained an endless supply of good rope, perhaps a bit rough in texture, but very good for our needs. The thicker rope always gave burn marks when you turned and twisted your hands, but we usually used a thinner rope for the hands.
PH
Sat Dec 12 02:11:09 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part IV
Sarah started to tie Jenny’s hands with the thinner "fishing-net" rope. I held her arms firmly so her hands were tied "palms out" with the thumbs together. Sarah tied five or six loops around each wrist, knotted them up and then looped the rope around both wrists in a criss-cross fashion. She finished off by cinching the loops between Jenny’s hands.
Jenny protested only lightly to this treatment. She knew revenge was due and accepted. Sarah enjoyed tying her sister and fastened the knots very firmly. Jenny made some comments about being tied too tight, but those comments were soon stopped as Sarah produced a rolled up piece of rag and shoved it into Jenny’s mouth. A long strip of cloth then followed tied around Jenny’s head and well placed between her lips. The cleave gag reduced her protests to mumbles.We placed Jenny sitting on one of the arm rests of the sofa. We tied her bare feet together and used the thicker rope to tie her legs firmly. Then we tied several loops of thick rope around her upper- and lower arms, pinning her arms to her body. At last we placed her face-down on the wooden floor and bent her legs. A rope was tied connecting hands and feet and knotted off so the knot was on the front side of her ankles, out of reach from her fingers. Her heals nearly touched her buttocks and she could easily touch her feet with her out stretched fingers.
We studied our handy work very satisfied with the result. Jenny looked up at us with both amusement and competitive anger in those wide open blue eyes. We sat back in the sofa waiting for our next victim. When Joe arrived he would get the same treatment, and then our revenge could really start.
PH
Sat Dec 12 02:12:27 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part V
As we waited for Joe we watched Jenny squirm and turn on the floor. She really tried to reach her bound feet to find the knots that held the hog tie rope knotted. As she was very athletic and lithe, she could touch her ankles with her fingers, but as the knot was on the opposite side of the ankles it was out of reach. She turned over on her side, twisting and turning like a stranded fish, but she remained firmly tied up.We teased Jenny by discussing what we would do to our prisoners once Joe was captured. Every time we mentioned the word "tickle torture" her eyes widened. Jenny was very ticklish and Sarah was really looking forward to get her sister back for the tickling Jenny had done to us the last time.
When Joe returned after about an hour we waited beside the door. He stepped in to the room and saw Jenny tied on the floor. We grabbed him and told him it was pay back time. Joe didn’t put up much of a struggle and we tied him the same way we had tied Jenny. Now we had both prisoners firmly tied on the floor and it was time for revenge.
We tickled their ribs and sides and soon they were screaming with laughter, but of course what came through the gags were only muffled mumbles. We proceeded to tickle their feet and Jenny made horrible sounds through her gag. I almost wanted to stop, but Sarah told me Jenny could take it. It was much more fun to tickle Jenny and I believe Joe got off quite easy.
PH
Sat Dec 12 02:13:44 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part VI
When Sarah finally stopped tickling Jenny’s feet she just lay there on the floor breathing heavily. She had sweat on her forehead and she had chewed her gag wet.
We told them they had one hour to get free and left them there. We went down on the beach and sat in the sand discussing how fun this had been. After half an hour we went back to check on our bound prisoners.We sneaked up the wooden steps to the room and peeked through the door. To our surprise both Jenny and Joe were nearly completely free of the ropes. They both had scissors and were just cutting through the last loops around their feet. The rules of our games said that if prisoners managed to untie themselves within the time limit the roles would be reversed. This meant that we now had to surrender and let Jenny and Joe tie us up.
As we had our hands tied behind us Jenny and Joe told us they had anticipated the revenge to come this evening. They had hidden two pairs of scissors under the sofa. When we left they just shoved the scissors out and then cut the ropes connecting their hands and feet. Then it was easy to free their hands. Sarah and I had been fooled and now we had to pay the price by becoming prisoners again. We sat on the floor with our hands tied behind us as Jenny and Joe discussed what they would do to us.
PH
Sun Dec 6 00:40:41 EST 1998Sorry, but I took a while getting ready through my work and that, so just give me a second and I'll write part 3&4.[thanks to encouragement from Jazz]
TR454
Sun Dec 6 00:44:55 EST 1998Mathmatical Bondage Part III-
Ok, so here's what were gonna do.
I'll hide in the closet, and then jump in on her,... no,... Ok, we'll just...
Oh, here she's comes, uh...uh...closet!She comes in the room, and sits on her bed.
I sneak up, step by step behind her, and then...Grab her arms, and literally PUSH her down onto the bed. Well, I took the hair band, you could say, and tied her hands. She started to scream, so I put a hair scrunchy thing in her mouth. Then, I take the jump rope, and bind her ankles, then a found a belt, so I tied her knees.
Now,... what to do with her?TR454
Sun Dec 6 00:50:37 EST 1998Mathmatical Bondage Part IV-
Well, I thought, Ok, we'll put her in the closet, and shut the door, and see what happens.
So, [this part doesn't come back to me too well] her mom comes in, so I run out of the room,...
I don't know what happened, but, I think you understood her reaction! WOW! Talk about Nuclear Explosion![More short stories to come.]
Quietly they sit,
Kelly and her pup;
Then you come down on her,
Come down and tie her up.
TR454
Fri Dec 11 21:57:45 PST 1998Revenge is a dish best eaten cold the old saying goes. Well, my Cousin Cindy’s revenge on me and Steffi for her execution via supersoaker firing squad was frozen food....
You can find the story of Steffi’s and my revenge on Cindy in the July archives.
I will give a brief start of Star Wars type synopsis. Cindy had taken me and Steffi
prisoners in one of our war games last summer. This was new, she had not discussed this with anyone except my friend Sean. Steffi and I ended up bound and gagged in Sean’s basement. We got loose, thanks largely to Steffi ,who put in a amazing escape for someone who had never been tied up before. A couple of days later we tied up Cindy in revenge (a hogtie) and then, as punishment for introducing a new rule without discussing it with the group we blindfolded her, tied her to a post, and “executed” her with supersoakers. It was not cruel, (The temperature was in the high 90’s) but after we released this Cindy simply stated “This isn’t over”. A couple of days later she went back to her home in the Sierras with my Aunt Cathy. But Cindy got her chance at revenge with both of us a Chirstmas time...Aunt Cathy and her family were in the habit of coming down one weekend each
Christmas to spend a weekend with us and enjoy the sights of the San Francisco Bay area at Christmas. On Friday they would get in around Five-Cathy took Cindy out of school a couple of hours early- and We would go out to dinner.Usually we crossed the bay to the City and ate at Fisherman’s Wharf. or in Chinatown. and then go to a movie. Saturday was spent shopping and generally seeing the Seasonal sights.dudalb
Fri Dec 11 21:58:54 PST 1998On This Saturday evening Both sets of parents had been invited out to a party by a
mutual old friend . So Pizza was sent out for and we kids left to our own devices. Cindy was in a big cooking craze and had suggested a few days before that it would be fun to bake some cookies that evening. Both Parents agreed. My mom had taught all her kids, regardless of gender, the basics of cooking since it would come in useful when we were on our own--and beyond. She was right. So we knew our way around the kitchen and Mom knew we would not burn the house down. Steffi had stopped by To say Hi in the morning and was invited to join the baking party. She agreed to come and make some German specialites. Steffi was always welcome in our house: my mom considered her to be that most mythical of creatures a “good influence” on me because of Steffi’s interest in High Culture.I don’t think this was plotted on Cindy’s part. Things just worked out to give her a
chance to settle scores with both of us at once at A couple of weeks before Christmas.
HO!HO!HO!I have to give Cindy credit for be able to plan on the fly. We left on the shopping
siteseeing expedition to Union Square only a couple of minutes after Steffi left but Cindy was able to conceive, plan, gather the necessary material (granted she knew in our house where the rope and stuff was kept) all in a short time when we got back from the expedition.A few minutes after Steffi arrived Cindy let out a “ Dammit! we are out of Crisco”. ( a
popular shortening for you foreigners out there) “Dudalb, can you run out and get some?”
Mom had left us a few bucks in case we needed something. There was a Mom and Pop small grocery a block away So I went out to buy some.We lived in a very safe
neighborhood and this was nothing unusual.dudalb
Fri Dec 11 22:04:02 PST 1998
When I got back I saw no one was in the kitchen so I put down the Crisco , took off my coat,and heard Cindy say “We're in Here!” from the recreation room. I walked in and then things happened quick.
I saw Steffi sitting on the couch with her hands tied behind her, her ankles tied together, and a nice, neat, cleave gag in her mouth. My Kid sister Chris (who had also been a
participant in the execution) was sitting in a chair, hands tied behind her, ankles tied
together, roped to the chair, and also cleave gagged. Then I felt the snout of a
supersoaker against my Back. “Join the Party! Hands behind you. You know the Drill”.
I complied. By the unofficial rules of our game she had achieved complete surprise. Soon my wrist were tied tightly behind me and a tight cleave gag was in my mouth. ‘Don’t Worry! I am not going to soak you. In winter that is too mean. But I have something in mind.
To begin with I think you two hogtied would be fun.”
At this Steffi mmmphed a little. She had been a participant in Cindy’s Hog-tying the
previous summer but had never been tied in this position herself, although she was quite used to being tied up and gagged in our games. It was obvious this was going to
change-and quickly.Cindy sat me down on a fold up bed my Mom had set up for her, although Cindy preferred the couch as being more comfortable. If you want Visuals on Appearences, Steffi had a general resemblance to a young Merle Streep and Cindy to a young Sandra Bullock.
Cindy tied my ankles together, and then walked over to Steffi. “Ladies First!” Cindy said as she grabbed a long length of rope and gently but firmly laid Steffi down on the couch face down.dudalb
Fri Dec 11 22:08:48 PST 1998She took the rope, cinched it around Steffi’s Ankles--Steffi, like Cindy was dressed in a sweater and pants-then knotted it. She raised Steffi’s legs up to a 45% L shaped angle to the rest of her body ,pulled the rope down to her wrists and tied the rope around her already bound wrists. Steffi mmmphed a little but was now in a secure hog-tie.
Cindy then proceeded to do the same to me. Because Chris had not participated in her hog-tying last summer she just left Chris tied to the chair.
“I’m off to get the next step of your punishment ready. Don’t go anywhere, mein
leibchens!” CIndy could never resist a little non PC humor about Steffi’s German
background although she was careful to avoid the any really derogatory references.
Cindy walked out of a room after a final sastified glance at her hogtied captives.
Steffi was quiet. She found out that although awkward feeling, the hog-tie Cindy had put her in was not painful. Cindy had been careful to keep her ankles and wrists spaced apart.
Pulling them too close together is what can turn a Hog-tie from a acceptable form of tie up to a kind of torture. But I knew, having been Hogtied by Cindy before that neither I or Steffi would find it easy to free ourselves. And I now appreciated why Cindy had tied us up on a coach and a bed. It would be too risky to roll down on the floor and try to squirm together to work at each other’s bonds. We were completly at Cindy’s mercy.We could only wonder what the rest of Cindy’s revenge would be .
TO BE CONTINUED.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sat Dec 12 19:31:11 EST 1998I have been reading this page for months and find that there are a lot more people like me out there than I thought.
At about the age of 12 I was very interested in rope escapes. The girl down the street was more than glad to tie me up so I could try to get undone. Unfortunatly I always could, so I asked her if I could tie her to see if she could get undone.
She was a bit reluctant but agreed anyway. I sat her in a chair and tied her hands crossed behind it with soft clothsline. and cinched it between her palms. Then I roped her above the chest, around the waist, and tied her upper thighs to the seat of the chair. Next I roped her knees togeather, and tied each ankle to a seperate chair leg. She was not gagged.
She said this is much tighter than I could have ever thought of tying you. I left her to squirm for about an hour till she finally admited she could not get undone...
We played our little games for about two years until she moved away. Since then we have both been hooked on tie up games, and write each other.
I am now 45 and still play whenever I can. Anyone care to share there experiances may e-mail me. Sorry this is not as good as the stories posted, but this is real, and am looking forward to hearing from people that enjoy these things....Hank
jtgifts@hotmail.com
Sun Dec 6 12:48:26 EST 1998Anyone wanna tell me `bout a good short or LONG story concerning a childhood tie up game, e-mail me anytime. [I don't get much E-mail so...]
TR454
dogs231@ptd.net
Sun Dec 13 15:55:09 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Just to say how much I enjoyed the chat this morning ( my time ) in the chatroom on Bob's site. It was terrific meeting so many new people.
Andy, Diane, Dudalb, Gillian, Kor, Magicman and myself were all there today at various times. It was a major shock to me to find it was one in the afternoon when I finally logged off after 4 hours. No wonder Diane just crashed ( fell asleep and did not even say goodbye to us!( ha! ) It was 2 in the morning for her when we finished up. Poor thing, she must have been tired....
It was certainly a very interesting and diverse mix of nationalities, cultures, occupations and interests. However, it is also our love for 'love' bondage as opposed to SM that really unites us all. And I think thats great.
Though we were all able to agree that politicians and COPA sucks and that finding true love is more important than any amount of bondage. We were also united in our opinion that the Titanic is one of the all time best movies ( if only we had been able to witness Winslet tied to the bows of the Titanic as it sank while Jack ( Di Caprio charged to the rescue... )
Having said that, I'm hoping that we could all meet again at the same time next Saturday which is apparently quite convenient especially for those of us with 9 to 5 jobs.
That's 10.00 GMT ( Greenwich Mean Time ) Friday night in England, for me, this Saturday, 9.00 in the morning in Aust.
I'm hoping that we'll be getting double figures this time. Are you reading this Idron, PH and wells-man? Alex,if you read this please come, also I hope that our new posters Hank, Valerie and TR454 could make it too for the Saturday chat.
Canuck, can you make it too?
Slick Willy and Ken Starr are not invited. So sorry... but you bore us all.
Having said all that, on to the next instalment of my story
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Dec 13 16:20:43 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998This story is continuing from last Sunday ( 5/12 ) when I had left Nicky tied up in the closet - the challenge was to escape - did she succeed in freeing herself?
Read on
I'm continuing on
Sun Dec 13 16:24:20 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 19 - Typhoon!
I promptly turned off the closet light and shut the doors plunging Nicky into stygian darkness. After I shut the door on her, I flopped down on her bed and wished it were me who was tied up like that. I could not help thinking that this was the best I had ever tied anyone up before. Before settling down to read the latest "Richie Rich" comic, the very same comic once banned in communist Russia as decadent, ( I used to be a big RR fan ) I checked my watch. It was now around 10 or so in the morning - it had taken me just over half an hour to tie Nicky up.
It wasn't long before I needed to go to the toilet and get something to drink because I was really thirsty by now so I hauled myself off the bed and headed outside. As I walked down the stairs, I pretended to myself that I was a old sea captain, master of a beautiful Chinese wool clipper sailing ship caught in a violent typhoon ( referred as a 'hurricane' in the US ) The wooden stairway rocked and heaved as the giant green foaming waves caught the ship and tossed it about like a cork. The wind howled and screamed through the rigging high above me.
Once I had reached the relative safety of the lower deck, I encountered the crusty old bosun ( actually Mrs C ) She spoke: "What are you wearing your raincoat for?"
I explained to her that I was a sailing captain and that my ship had been caught in a terrible typhoon. I warned her that we might sink because the storm was so bad.
"Oh I see," she said, apparently quite unperturbed. ( what a cool lady! ) Suddenly concerned, she asked if Nicky was all right. Not "You haven't tied her up too tight?" or anything like that. She knew that we could be trusted to be careful. I replied in the affirmative - that she was just fine!
Sun Dec 13 16:25:38 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 20 - Nicky loses the bet
"I'm glad to hear that. Well, lunch will be ready at around twelve or so. But why don't you take a drink up for Nicky? She must be getting thirsty by now."
"No worries" She strolled around to the kitchen on the other side of the kitchen bench where I was standing and got out a couple of cans of Coke ( I used to drink industrial quantities of the stuff in my younger days ) for us both. Drinks in hand, I negotiated my way through the storm lashed decks into the safety and privacy of the master's cabin in the stern. The rain hammering on the roof above only served to add an extra touch of realism to my fantasy.
By now, it was nearly forty-five minutes since I had tied up and shut Nicky in the closet so I decided it was time to check up on her and see if she was OK. Having been shut in darkness for so long, her eyes unused to the bright light, she blinked quite rapidly as I opened the closet door. She was still tied as tightly as I had left her. I could not help feeling awfully satisfied that she had not been able to escape this time - this was definitely one of the best 'tie-ups' I had done to date.
Smirking, I commented, "I see you're still here! What was that you were saying about escaping earlier? Heyyyy…."
Nicky whuffled indignantly from behind her gag and twisted about in her tight bonds, but to no avail. I knew she would want to tie me up extra tight as pay back for that but I didn't care - by now I was aching to be tied up too.
"Well… I think you owe me one now. Looking forwards to that choccy already," I teased her. Realising how tightly I had tied her up, I then asked her if she was OK
Sun Dec 13 16:26:39 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 21 - Nicky untied
Nicky shook her head - no. I was surprised, because she normally really enjoyed being tied up for long periods of time. I asked her if she was comfortable. Again she shook her head, emphatically signalling no!
"Do you want me to untie you now?" Nicky vehemently nodded - yes!
As far as I was ( and still am ) concerned bondage should be a FUN thing not some kind of torture for the "victim" Of course the essential nature of bondage means that the person being tied up will not be 100% comfortable, but then that is part of its appeal. It is all about restraint. The timeless theme of the lovely damsel in distress tightly bound and gagged at the mercy of her captors. This is what makes it so exciting to its devotees. The bottom line is that BOTH parties should be able to enjoy themselves, not just one or the other. If Nicky was genuinely uncomfortable, then no way I was going to be cruel and torment her by leaving her tied up.
Quickly, I untied the rope connecting her feet to her back before untying the rope hoisting her arms up high above her head to the clothes rail. Nicky moaned with relief as I lowered her arms in front of her. I gently helped Nicky out of the closet and unbound her legs. Somewhat stiffly, for Nicky had been tied up for nearly an hour by now, she walked rather wobbily the few short paces to the bed and flopped down on it. She held out her arms for me to untie. After untying her arms, I took off her gag. Gasping with relief, for she had been gagged for a long time now, Nicky gulped down the Coke her mother had so thoughtfully provided before saying anything.
"Ohhh… That's better!" she exclaimed, "I was just SOOOO thirsty!"
"Feel better now?" I asked.
Sun Dec 13 16:27:18 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 22 - a little reminder - its my turn!
"Oh yes! Much!" Nicky replied, "You know Mason, that was awfully tight, the way you tied me up like that…"
"It didn't hurt you, did it?" I asked, suddenly worried that I may have hurt her.
"Oh no, it didn't hurt," she reassured me, "But I was starting to get really uncomfortable after a while - my arms were really beginning to ache so bad. My knees were also starting to feel a bit sore too"
"Oh right," I nodded sympathetically.
"Don't get me wrong, I liked it but it was just a bit too tight that was all." Suddenly she grinned, that wonderful infectious smile I used to find so captivating. "But I reckon you got me pretty good!"
"Oh for sure," I enthused, "But you still owe me that choccy now plus you still have to spend another hour tied up because you did not escape."
"Sure!" she readily agreed. "Why don't you tie me up at lunch time?"
"Now that's a great idea," I said, "I can pretend that I'm a pirate and I have kidnapped you for ransom"
"Hey yes! But how could anyone afford my ransom? I'm so beautiful," she sighed theatrically.
"You'd better hope they do," I leant over and sneered, "Or… you simply… vanish! Permanently" I added for extra emphasis and to get my point across.
"Ooo…" Nicky pretended to shrink away from me in terror
Suddenly impatient with all this talk, I reminded Nicky that it was my turn to be tied up. By now, I really wanted to be tied up. I loved the way it felt being tied up.
"Ok," she agreed, a wicked gleam suddenly appearing in her eyes. I did not like that look one little bit at all - it spelt trouble for me! "Let me think about this - I have to decide how to tie you up," she said, picking up a long length of rope and beginning to untangle it.
Sun Dec 13 16:28:01 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 23 - Preparations commence for an ocean voyage
"Are you going to take that off?" I asked.
"Take what off?" Nicky asked.
"Take that off" I replied, indicating Nicky's crotch rope, which she had forgotten to untie.
"Aah, no," she replied. She must have seen the slight look of surprise in my face for she rationalised her decision to leave her crotch rope tied on by saying, "It feels nice." Thoughtfully, "I like it."
"Ok" I saw nothing terribly unusual about it at the time for I loved the way the ropes felt on me while tied up. It was not until years later that I realised….
We spent the next few minutes sorting out and untangling the ropes that were about to be used to tie me up! Meanwhile I got increasingly excited at the delicious prospect of being tied up.
"By the way, why are you still wearing your raincoat?" she asked.
Because I was too embarrassed to admit the only reason I was still wearing it was because I liked the 'plasticky' feel of my yellow vinyl raincoat so much, I provided her with much the same explanation that I had already given Mrs C. "Haven't you noticed the way its blowing out there? I'm wearing this in case I get called out on deck. Theres a chance our ship might sink…" I added ominously.
"Oh I see," Nicky said. She got up and theatrically lurched over to the streaming window in the stern. Acting out her part to perfection, Nicky shuddered and said, "The waves are HUGE! I have never seen them so big before! Maybe you're right. I really should wear mine too - just in case" Nicky walked, or rather staggered over to the closet and pulled out her matching yellow plastic raincoat and tightly buttoned it up, before drawing up the drawstring hood around her face. I loved the way she stood there in her own plastic raincoat - I thought she looked wonderful!
After donning her raincoat and sitting next to me on the bed, we finished untangling and neatly coiling the ropes for use on me.
Sun Dec 13 16:28:41 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 24 - All tied up!
"Ok!" Nicky exclaimed. "Stand up!"
Obediently, I stood up and put my hands behind my back for her to begin binding me. Nicky wasted no time in tying and cinching my hands behind my back, knotting the rope ends off well out of reach of my fingers. My elbows followed next. I was not anywhere near as flexible as Nicky but she could still get them ( my elbows ) very close together. One very good thing about the plastic raincoat I was wearing - it covered my you-know what beautifully. I decided I should wear it more often for just that reason while being tied up - never mind that the bright yellow plastic material looked and felt so good!
After she had taken care of my arms in this manner, Nicky further immobilised them by tying and cinching several very long lengths of rope below my shoulders and just above my elbows, lashing my arms to my body. The last piece of rope was looped and tied at waist height pinioning my wrists to my back. I could hardly believe the way the ropes looked and pressed so insistently against the plastic material of my raincoat.
Nicky knelt down on the floor and quickly tied my ankles and knees together, pulling and cinching the ropes as hard as she could - she was obviously still smarting from losing the bet.
Right on cue, I complained, "That's too tight!"
As soon as the words left my mouth Nicky stopped roping my thighs together. "Oh, is it?" she said unsympathetically, "Well lets see what I can do about that. Open your mouth"
"No way!" I cheekily said waiting to see what she would do or say in response.
Sun Dec 13 16:29:37 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 25 - A terrible threat
"Want me to tickle you?" she asked, a beatific smile wreathing her face, knowing full well how ticklish I was. There had been quite a few previous occasions when Nicky had tied me up then proceeded to tickle the hell out of me for no other reason than sheer devilment. She loved to hear me beg for mercy. The worst thing was that Nicky was not a particularly ticklish person so I could not easily obtain revenge by giving her a dose of her own medicine. - and she knew it all too well, a natural advantage she used to exploit to the max. "Tickle your feet? Would you like me to tickle your feet?"
"NO WAY!!" I hastily exclaimed
"Well then! Open your mouth and let me gag you and I won't tickle you"
"Promise?" I asked warily. Very warily for some of her previous promises not to tickle me had lasted about as long as the average politician's ability to keep election promises. In other words not very long at all!!
"Promise" I didn't like the look on her face. That silly little smile and the way her lips were twitching with barely suppressed amusement. It was not in the least bit reassuring.
"Promise and hope to die?"
"Yes, ok! Now shut up and open your mouth" I had little option, the way I was tied up already. I knew she would not untie me even if I asked her. Not now. No way, not after the amount of time and energy that she had already expended in tying me up.
"Shut your eyes. I have a surprise for you!" she said
"Why should I?" I replied. "I don't trust you."
Sun Dec 13 16:30:12 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 26 - Gagged!
Bright tears filled Nicky's eyes and her lips quivered. One thing I will say for Nicky - she could be a very convincing actor when she wanted to be. Nicky even used to star in many of the various dramatic productions her school used to put on. "Don't you trust me?" she plaintively asked in a tiny girlish voice.
"Of course I trust you!!"
"Well then, shut your eyes!" No point arguing with her very feminine logic. Defeated, I shut my eyes. Nicky put her mouth against my ear and commented in sugary sweet tones, "Mason, you are going to LOVE this surprise! I made this specially for you"
Made what?!? I puzzled.
Sweetly, she repeated, "And open your mouth!"
Quickly, before I had time to protest, she popped the "ball-gag" in my mouth. The large one and a half-inch ball completely filled my mouth as she pulled and tightly tied the cloth ends behind me. It was a total shock to me. I just could NOT believe the way that Nicky had gagged me like this. I tried to push the ball out with my tongue but I could not. Nicky had tied that ball gag in my mouth very tightly. She stood there and howled with laughter at my surprise and discomfort. Eventually she must have seen the look of sheer curiosity and wonder on my face after the initial shock had worn off. I was dying with curiosity to learn how she made it. The answer was not long coming. (the dialogue is pretty much as it would have been back then. )
Nicky smilingly asked, "Do you remember the way you put that golf ball in my mouth a few weeks ago then tied the cloth over it to gag me?"
Sun Dec 13 16:31:12 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 27 - Just for me…
I nodded - the memory of the look of surprise on Nicky's face when I used the golf ball to gag her was still fresh in my mid. Nicky continued. "Well I went to the local shopping centre with my mum the other week and I found this rubber ball at a pet shop and I bought it. I had been going to give it to my dog to play with but I put it in my school bag and forgot about it. Anyway, when I got home from school the other day and I saw the ball still inside my schoolbag. That's when I decided to see if I could use it to make a gag. Just for you! Because you like to be tied up!"
I must have blushed for Nicky laughed again. Still giggling, she went on to say that she had simply taken a longish piece of cloth and torn it into a strip, with the ball in the middle. She'd knotted it each side of the ball so it would not fall out. Then all she had to do was force the ( cloth covered ) ball in my mouth, wrap and tie the ends around the back in the same manner as a more conventional cleave gag
Having made this boastful little speech how she had dreamed up and made this gag for me, Nicky immediately finished tying my thighs together, pulling so hard on the rope, they actually dug into my flesh a little. It did not hurt but it was tighter than any before. After she had almost finished tying me up, Nicky helped me lie on her bed, on my stomach. Picking up one last fairly short piece of rope, she apologised, "I'm sorry its not more imaginative but I know you really like being tied up like this so that's how I'm going to do it" Slyly, a knowing look in her eyes, "I know you like being tied up so that's why I'm tying you up like this"
Sun Dec 13 16:31:44 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 28 - Hogtied!
I did not even bother protest not so much because I was gagged but because I knew in my heart that what she had said was true. Besides, Nicky had said this in a very understanding kind of way. In a teasing way, yes but in a manner that let me know she knew what made me tick but was not concerned by the fact. Nicky confirmed this a few moments later, "Anyway, Mason, I enjoy tying you up! I like being tied up too! It's fun!"
As soon as Nicky finished saying this, she promptly put me into a very tight hogtie, so tight my hands were almost touching my ankles. It was the tightest she had ever tied me up. I'd been hogtied before but never as tight as this - and I was loving every moment of this… I literally could not move an inch, so tightly I had been tied up.
"Are you OK?" Nicky asked. I nodded yes, oh yes! "Oh that's good. I hope it's not too tight." I shook my head to indicate that I was fine. Nicky continued to maintain the fiction it was a competitive thing by saying, "OK, you've got half an hour to get free. If you do not escape in half an hour you stay tied up for the whole hour. OK by you?"
Nodding my agreement, I watched as Nicky climbed up on the mattress and absorbed herself in the comic she'd been reading at the time. Every now and then she'd glance at me, the wordless question writ large in her face, Are you OK?
Time passed slowly, yet quickly. I was in heaven. I was tied up as tightly as I had ever been tied before with no possibility of escape. The ropes and knots were tight. Nicky had done far too good a job of tying me up as usual. After all, she had had the benefit of years of experience now ( our tying up games had begun at the age of nine. She was also a Girl Guide too. At least she'd used to be until she had discovered ballet and drawing ) I was very glad that I was lying on my stomach and that Nicky could not see how turned on I was by my bondage.
Sun Dec 13 16:32:55 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 29 - Mrs C pays a visit
I could see Nicky's little alarm clock on the bedside table from where I laid on her bed. The hands of the clock steadily and inexorably moved around the dial in that slow relentless passage of time. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty. Thirty. Fifty. Still Nicky made no move to untie me, and for my part, I did not want to be untied at all - I wanted this to last forever. Even if my jaw was beginning to ache from the gag in my mouth, I did not mind too much because I was enjoying myself too much to want to call for attention. I just laid there quietly and savoured the feel of the ropes binding me.
Suddenly, after an hour or so had passed there was a knock on the door. "Can I come in?" It was Nicky's mum. I quailed inwardly, embarrassed to let her see me tied up and ball-gagged like this.
"Sure! Come in, Mum!" Nicky called out. I could hear the click of Mrs C's high heels as she walked across the wooden floor.
"I see you've used the gag you made" she calmly commented upon noticing the ball filling my mouth.
"Mason likes it" Nicky teased, a knowing look in her eyes.
"Do you like the gag Nicky made?" Mrs C asked. She appeared to be genuinely interested to see what my response would be.
"Mmmppfhhhh" I softly 'mmmph'd' in gentle approbation that I did indeed like the gag, nodding my head so she would understand what I was trying to tell her.
"I'm glad to hear that. You know," she commented, sitting down next to my raincoated and bound figure on the bed, "I was surprised when Nicky showed me what she had made. I didn't even know what it was until Nicky told me what it was for…"
Sun Dec 13 16:33:38 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 30 - A forfeit owing…
Laughing, Nicky interrupted, "Mason, Mum tried it on!"
My shock must have shown clearly on my face for Mrs C said, "Yes that's right. I did try it on. Nicky said that I should try it on. So I did"
"I didn't tie her up though" Nicky said a little wistfully, conveying her unspoken wish that she had been allowed to tie her mum up.
"I didn't like it much. But that's perhaps because I'm getting older now," she informed me. "Anyway, I came up to tell you that lunch'll be ready in half an hour or so"
"Sure. Thanks Mum!" Nicky exclaimed. "We'll be down soon"
"Well, I'll go now and I'll see you downstairs in a few minutes" Mrs C said as she got up to leave.
"Be careful you don't fall overboard, Mum." Nicky earnestly said, "That typhoon is really bad. Mason said that the ship might sink"
"Don't worry, I'll be really careful. You wouldn't want to lose your cook would you?" Mrs C joked, as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
By the time Nicky untied me, I had been bound and gagged for nearly an hour and a half. Needless to say, Nicky refused to take the gag off until she had finished untying me, a process that took some time due to the amount of rope she had used to tie me up. The knots were so tight that she also had some difficulty picking at them. She left my hands until last - only then was I allowed to remove the gag. I have to be honest and admit that it was a relief when the ropes and gag came off - my arms, legs and jaw was really beginning to ache.
I love to be hogtied the best but it can get very uncomfortable after a while especially if the legs have been pulled back hard. I was definitely not too unhappy to be freed at last.
After gratefully swallowing the Coke that Mrs C had thoughtfully brought up for me, Nicky reminded me that I was supposed to tie her up for lunch. ( following her defeat in the closet tie-up )
Sun Dec 13 16:34:18 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 31 - No special favours
Of course I had no problem complying with this little request. Because we were only going down for lunch, I did not tie her up in any kind of elaborate manner. I simply crossed Nicky's hands together behind her back and tightly bound them together. I took especial care to ensure the knots were well out of reach for Nicky had an amazing ability to manipulate even the tightest of knots with her fingers. More rope was used to bind her arms securely to her sides, preventing Nicky from bringing her hands under her legs and in front of her.
At last I was ready to escort my beautiful captive to the pirate ship's galley. I made a mental note to remind the cook to keep an eye on her - I did not want her escaping. My bloodthirsty crew would probably make me walk the plank were I so foolish as to let her escape. She was our passport to untold riches. I'd ransomed her for a million pieces of gold, the currency of the time. A more valuable prisoner I had never minded. After all, her father was none other than the King of Spain itself. At the time, Spain, England's ancient enemy of yore, was probably the wealthiest nation on Earth. The Spanish Main was, verily, in those days a river of gold - all of it flowing in one direction. Imperial Spain.
"Are you going to gag me as well?" Nicky asked, "Please don't. Remember that I am a princess. You've got to look after me."
"What do you think? I'm not going to have you calling for help. Do you think I'm that stupid? Sorry, the gags going on whether you like it or not"
"Aaaw" she pleaded, "Don't gag me please!"
Completely unmoved by her plaintive entreaties not to gag her, I asked, "Which one do you want? This one ( indicating the cloth in my left hand ) or this one?" ( the home-made cloth-covered ball-gag in the other )
Sun Dec 13 16:34:58 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 32 - Lunch is served
"That one," Nicky said, looking at the ball-gag, barely feigned reluctance evident in her voice.
"Your wish is my command, my princess" I sarcastically informed her, whilst popping the big ball in to her waiting mouth and tightly tying the cloth ends behind her head. After gagging her, I drew up the raincoat hood over her head and knotted the laces under her chin, further denying access to the knotted cloth in back. I picked up a couple of extra pieces of rope and pushed my prisoner outside into the howling typhoon raging outside.
"This way, my princess. Time for lunch!"
Somehow we managed to negotiate the heaving staircase while the tempest raged around us. The waves were so huge that each time our tiny ship dived into each massive trough, we were surrounded on all sides by evil dark grey-green water. Each towering wall of water was a good 50 or 60 feet high. A blinding blizzard of ice-cold spray flew around us as I held on to my captive lest she be washed overboard. We could hardly see for everything had turned opaque from blinding white spray created by the demonic winds. The screaming two hundred-mile per hour winds deafened us as we made our ascent. Some moments later, we reached the comfort and safety of the galley where the ships cook had laid out our perennial favourite, party pies and Coke for our midday repast.
Completely unruffled by the goings on around her, Mrs C bustled around the kitchen while I roped Nicky onto one of the tall bar stools lining the opposite side of the large wooden kitchen bench. Quickly, for I was hungry, I tied her ankles together and used the second piece of rope to attach them to the footrest near the bottom of the stool. Only then did I un-gag her.
"How will Nicky be able to eat her lunch if you have tied her up?" Mrs C questioned, obviously curious to see what my response would be.
Sun Dec 13 16:35:49 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Does Nicky go hungry or not? Stay tuned for the next exciting instalment.
Hope to see as many people as possble in the chatroom next Saturday
Have a great week, all.
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sat Dec 12 21:53:01 PST 1998Cindy let us wait about Thirty minutes. Jerry came in once to check on us, and was
seemed fascinated by Steffi’s and My plight. I don't think he had seen a hogtied
before (He had been out playing at the time of our revenge on Cindy.)
Cindy finally came back in carrying in a old blanket she got from the garage and a bowl of-something. She went to Steffi , released her from her Hog-tie but kept her wrists and ankles tied, then did the same to me.Time for execution, I thought. Cindy then laid the blanket on the floor and helped Steffi down to sit on it.She then got me up and hopped me over to it and sat me down. She took the rope which had been used for Steffi’s hog tied, tied it around Steffi’s wrists and tied the other end around the leg of the couch. She did the same to me.“There” she said.”and grabbed the bowl a took a small ball of something out. “Don’t
worry, it’s just flour ,water and an egg”
She then threw it at me.It hit my chest, It did not sting or hurt at all, but is did leave a
sticky mark on my shirt. She then took our another piece of dough and threw it at Steffi.She was only about two feet away and she threw it very gently, being careful to aim it
lower then Steffi’s face. It hit Steffi’s Sweater. She then proceeded to barrage us with
small balls of dough. The blanket protected the floor. Every fifth or sixth ball she would
lob one at Chris. who was giggling through her gag. Jerry was fascinated by the whole
process. Cindy finally decided that the score was even after about five m minutes of
bombardment. She took the bowl and told us “OK, join me to make some cookies when you can” and left us.dudalb
Sat Dec 12 21:59:29 PST 1998Cindy surmised that it would not take along time for me and Steffi to free each other.
Steffi and I maneuvered so we were back to back and untied each others wrists. Five
minutes later we had finished untying Chris who seems to have enjoyed the whole thing
immensely. Receiving a few balls of dough and being tied up for a while was a small price to pay for seeing her older brother and his first girlfriend pelted like something out of a Laurel and Hardy comedy.
Steffi and I went out into the hallway and looked at ourselves and had to laugh. it ed as if our clothes, my shirt (Blue) and Steffi;s sweater (Green) had broken out in white
pimples.We knew it would wash out so no damage done. Steffi then told be briefly what happened. Cindy called for her to come to the rec., room, she was trying to find
something.
Steffi walked in ,and Cindy gently grabbed her from behind and held a supersoaker to her head and announced “Payback time!”Steffi then just accepted the inevitable and when told to put her hands behind her to be tied.Once Steffi was bound hand and foot and gagged,Cindy Called for Chris, and surprised her. Then it was just a matter of waiting for me to walk into the ambush.
Steffi and I immediately begun to plot revenge for the revenge.We decided on a swift
retalittion. Our parents had only been gone about two hours so it was still early. We
decided to give CIndy a taste of her own medicine: a dough pelting.
TO BE CONTINUED.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sat Dec 12 22:01:38 PST 1998Mason: Arrgh, me hearties! Hoist sail! I am going crazy tyring to remember which swashbuckler you took the whole "and all the riches of the earth flowed into Imperial Spain" from. The great Errol Flynn film 'The Sea Hawk" I think. Actually one tale on the back burner is that of a class party in High School: The Great Pirate Expedition.
We had a captured Spanish Princess in that too.
i should post the final chapter in Cindy's revenge this week. And if my own celebrations allow, another Holiday tale in which Mel from the Halloween tale was the victim...dudalb
Sun Dec 13 16:54:02 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Dudalb, you must have posted this as soon as I had finished posting this, I'm online now, can you make it for a quick chat if you are still here?
mason
Sun Dec 13 17:08:00 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998dudalb, sorry, I cannot get in, its down
Sun Dec 13 17:28:44 AST 1998hi. I really liked this page so i will share a bondage memory of mine. On new year's eve 1991, i was at my cousin kara's house. Kara 12, my sister Shelley 10 and their friend Sonya 12 were talking into a mike while i was watching tv. They came over to me and asked me a question but i was too into the show ( Super dave Osborne) to answer. I remember the three of them went into the kitchen for a couple of minutes together. I didnt pay any attention when they came back in but Sonya put her hand over my mouth while Kara and Shelley put my hands and feet together (kinda like a hogtie). They took about 10 feet of cord and started wrapping it around my feet and hands. After they tied my hands and feet together, Sonya took her hand off my mouth. " What are you doing to me?" i asked angrily. "Tying you up" sonya said. Sonya then took her sock off her foot and tied it around my mouth like a gag. I was still talking with the gag around my mouth so sonya took her other sock off.
murray
Sun Dec 13 17:35:49 AST 1998Sonya stuck her other sock in my mouth while the sock tied around my mouth kept it in place. All i could do was squirm and say "MMPPPPPPPPPPPHHHH." The three of them took me tied and gagged to Kara's closet and put my in there. " Have a nice day" Sonya said to me as she slammed the door on me. I was bound and gagged in a closet for a good ten minutes. I started banging my tied up hands and feet on the wall, hoping someone could hear me. My aunt who came in the house with her new boyfriend could hear a lot of thumping so she asked what the noise was. The three girls said that they tied and gagged me in the closet and ran outside. My aunt found me and undid the sock around my mouth. I spit out the other sock and my aunt's boyfriend undid the cord around my hands and feet. Actually i was pretty aroused because sonya was really pretty. Later that night she asked if her socks tasted good because she had them on all day. Honestly i liked being gagged with socks and i still do to this day. Well i have to run.
later
murraymurray
Tue Dec 15 18:29:51 PST 1998CINDY'S REVENGE:CONCLUSION
We decided to move fast: immediate retaliation. Steffi went in to help make
cookies,while I got a piece of rope and put it in my pocket. I left more rope and a clean scarf on the couch in the living room a pillow over it In case Cindy came in. I then went in the kitchen and for about fifteen minutes I helped make cookies.
Then we struck.Steffi and I had a code phrase, a reference to some TV Show, I honestly can’t remember it, which was s signal to grab Cindy the next time her hands were free.
Cindy put down a baking tray of Cookies and Steffi and I grabbed her. Steffi held her
hands behind her while I pulled out the rope in my pocket and tied them together. Cindy was taken completely by surprise. She did not think we would retaliate do quickly. By the time she begun to Protest it was too late...her hands were secured behind her.
I told Chris ,who had been watching, to go into the living room and get the rest of the
stuff for tying up Cindy.
Cindy’s protests were half hearted. She understood the rules of our game,we had caught her fair and square.After a couple of brief protests she did what we had did earlier: accept the inevitable.
Chris returned with the additional rope and in a few minutes Cindy was sitting on a
kitchen chair.hands tied behind her ,ankles tied to the chair legs, left foot to left chair let and right foot to right chair leg. and more rope tying her upper body to the chair, and a
tight cleave gag in her mouth.We had placed her where she could watch us prepare the dough for her pelting.dudalb
Tue Dec 15 18:34:28 PST 1998In about fifteen minutes the dough was mixed and Steffi and I took turns pelting Cindy the exact way she had pelted us. from two feet away, being careful to avoid the face. After some intial squirming Cindy stood still and took her medicine.After about five minutes her sweater looked as if it had a bad case of measles. We left her bound and gagged for about 15 minutes after the pelting to even the score while Steffi and I made cookies. When we untied her Cindy asked for a truce. We agreed, and we actually had a pretty good size batch of cookies when our parents came home. The Moms took one look at us and my Mom said “Well, how was the Food Fight?” We just let them think we had a Food Fight, which they were half expecting anyway. We had not made a mess worse then what you would expect from Kids baking,and so ended this cycle of friendly retaliation.
But the games continued, and they will be covered in future posts.dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Wed Dec 16 02:21:13 PST 1998(1 of 10)
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 had endured an epic bondage game at the hands of Becca when I spent the night at her place (for full details, see my posts in the October and November '98 archives on this site).
The day after this game was a sweltering Thursday in July, and everybody had pretty much went their own way, doing what they could to beat the heat. By mid-afternoon, I had changed into my bathing suit and hung out in my Aunt's pool with my youngest cousin George (age 6). George had a vast collection of toy boats, and he and I staged a merry reenactment of the "Poseidon Adventure" by trying to capsize the boats with our hand-made tidal waves. Once we sunk the whole fleet, I merely dove to the bottom to retrieve the plastic armada for another voyage.
It was during one of my "salvage operations" that I noticed Karen had dropped by. She stood speaking intensively with Donna and Shirley, who had both changed into their bathing suits, but had yet to actually get into the pool.
"Hi," I called to Karen, and she sheepishly threw me a wave--then resumed her talk with my cousins. I had hoped the girls would include me in their conversation, because I was curious to see what they were so hush-hush about, but it was obviously a private matter. Little did I realize then that I was the main topic of their discussion.
Wed Dec 16 02:31:02 PST 1998(2 of 10)
Eventually, Shirley left the chat and joined me in the pool. When I asked her what they were up to, Shirley gave me a curt shrug before she submerged herself completely for an underwater swim across the pool. Karen left the yard, allowing Donna to join us. But instead of getting into the water, Donna knelt down on the pool platform and gestured to me. When I swam over to her, Donna whispered, "Karen wants to kidnap us. Would you mind playing along?"
While it was no secret that Karen had wanted to play the captor in our bondage games for some time, I was still surprised that she was actually going to do it. As I found out the hard way when I "abducted" Becca, playing the captor required a certain self-assurance in a person (something which I was lacking in at that time). It took a lot of gumption just to initiate a game. Nevertheless, I quickly agreed.
"Good," Donna said. "Karen's at home right now, getting everything set up. When she starts the game, please try to act surprised. She doesn't know I told you."
"Ok," I said. "Is she gonna grab us now?"
"Yes, she should be returning any time," Donna said. "So act normal." With that, Donna got into the water and splashed around with us for a while. After what felt like several minutes, I saw Karen standing meekly by the side of the house. She stared right at me and mouthed the words: "Get Donna."
I tapped Donna on the shoulder, and when she saw Karen, she held her hands out and mouthed back: "What?"
Wed Dec 16 02:37:03 PST 1998(3 of 10)
Karen gestured wildly for Donna to come over.
Donna grumbled something under her breath as she got out of the pool. She dried off with a beach towel, then flung it over her shoulders. I got out of the water and watched as I dried myself off on the platform. When Donna walked up to Karen, the latter grabbed her arm and they both vanished from sight behind the house.
"What's going on?" George wanted to know.
"A bondage game," Shirley said with disgust. "Karen's the captor and she only wants Doug and Donna."
I winced when I heard the bitterness in Shirley's voice. I had assumed Karen was taking all of us (with the exception of George, of course, who was considered too young to participate in our games--but that didn't stop him from being an enthusiastic observer).
Before I could say anything, Karen came back into view and started waving at me. As I stepped down from the pool platform, Shirley, her voice dripping with venom, sarcastically muttered, "Have fun."
Feeling awkward, I flung my beach towel over my bare shoulder and walked over to Karen. Donna stood in front with her hands held up. Despite the fact that I already knew, I asked, "What's going on?"
"DON'T MOVE!" Karen screeched, waving a water pistol. "You're coming with me!"
I was about to ask how could I go with her if she didn't want me to move, but I thought better of it and simply raised my hands. "I'll do whatever you want lady, just don't shoot."
Wed Dec 16 02:41:55 PST 1998(4 of 10)
Poor Karen appeared extremely nervous, running strictly on adrenaline and anxiety, as she escorted Donna and me over to her house. She lived with her parents in a cul-de-sac less than a block away from my Aunt Jean's place. Karen was an only child (like me) with both parents working full time jobs, so she was home alone for most of the day with her elderly next-door neighbor checking in on her from time to time.
Once we arrived at her home, Karen guided us to the guest bedroom through the back door. When we entered the bedroom, I initially thought Karen had laid clothesline rope out on the bed--however, it wasn't rope at all, but old pieces of cloth cut into thin strips.
"Ok," Karen said, pointing at Donna. "You take a strip and tie him--no, wait!" she corrected herself. "Doug, you tie her hands."
Donna gave me a knowing smile as we removed the towels from our shoulders. Then she turned her back towards me and presented her hands for bondage. I took a strip of cloth from the bed--it was white with a faded flowery design--and used it to bind Donna's wrists together behind her back. I wrapped the cloth strip around her wrists about four times, then tied it off in a knot. Karen inspected my work, then ordered Donna to lay down on the bed. Donna pointed out that her bathing suit was still wet from swimming (as was mine), so I unfolded both of our beach towels and placed them over the bed sheet. Donna laid down on her back, leaning slightly towards her left side to keep the weight of her own body off of her bound hands.
"Now you," Karen told me. I dutifully turned my back towards her and presented my hands. Karen tied my wrists together behind my back, using two strips of cloth which were double bound with one running vertically over the other.
Wed Dec 16 02:47:35 PST 1998(5 of 10)
After she was satisfied that my hands were well tied, Karen made me sit on the edge of the bed while she retied Donna's wrists with a second strip of cloth. As she did this, I secretly tested my bonds, and was surprised at how secure these cloth strips were; my wrists were held firmly together. Karen bound Donna's ankles together with two separate strips of cloth, then hog-tied them to her wrists.
Once Donna was thoroughly tied up, Karen escorted me to the other side of the bed, where I was made to lay down in the opposite direction of Donna. Karen double-tied my ankles together, then fastened them to my wrists in the same hog-tie fashion she put Donna in. After I was securely bound, Karen stepped back with a broad smile on her face, then let out a heavy sigh, as if relieved that she got this far.
"How much are you asking for us?" I asked, trying to look panicked.
"I don't think she wants a ransom," Donna said in an overly melodramatic manner. "Just what are you going to do with us, anyway?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out," Karen said over her shoulder as she left the bedroom. She clearly appeared to be enjoying herself.
Once we were alone, Donna immediately began twisting and writhing as she tested her bonds. Her hair, which was wet and slicked back from swimming, was now starting to dry in that fashion, giving her the comical look of having been caught in a wind tunnel. I didn't laugh, because I knew my hair probably looked the same way. After a brief struggle with her bonds, Donna gave up. "I can't believe Karen was worried she wouldn't be able to tie a decent knot," she muttered.
Wed Dec 16 02:52:55 PST 1998(6 of 10)
I gave my own bonds a test, but got the same results as Donna. "I guess she learned a lot from getting tied up all the time."
"Can you roll over so that we're lying with our backs--" Donna abruptly stopped talking when Karen reappeared in the doorway with a roll of tape.
"What are you guys up to?" Karen asked, giving us a suspicious look.
When Donna and I didn't answer, Karen simply shrugged and gagged Donna. Then she gagged me, covering the bottom half of my face with the tape. Putting the roll of tape next to me on the bed, Karen decided to take this time to recheck my bonds. She must have spent a good five minutes just tugging at my knots, then pulling at the cloth strip which hog-tied me, then tugging at the same knots yet again. I glanced over at Donna, who shook her head and rolled her eyes. Karen must have caught this look between us, because she abruptly left me alone and walked out of the room. I couldn't help but notice that she never bothered to check Donna's bonds.
As soon as Karen shut the door behind her, Donna immediately began writhing and squirming until she managed to swing her body over so that she now lay completely flat on her back. Thanks to the hog-tied position her bonds kept her in, her knees were bent up with her bare feet pressed against her bottom. But by pushing down against the mattress with the balls of her feet, Donna used this as a pivot to turn over on her right side, so that her back--along with the knots binding her wrists and ankles--was now facing me.
Wed Dec 16 02:58:37 PST 1998(7 of 10)
Donna craned her head over her shoulder and gave me an expectant look. I confidently tried to do the same thing...and failed miserably. In retrospect, Donna was able to shift her weight so easily because she actually laid on her back to begin with, while I laid completely on my left side, which made rolling over more of a chore for me (Karen didn't leave much slack on the cloth strip that hog-tied my wrist and ankles). What added to the problem was the fact that there wasn't much room on the bed to begin with, and so I was also paranoid about falling off--which was not a pleasant prospect when you realize I didn't have the use of my arms or legs to help break the fall. The thought of landing on my head and breaking my neck wasn't very appealing. And so fear--more so than my actual bonds--kept me right where I was.
Perhaps it was just as well our escape attempt fell through, because Karen soon re-entered the room. She stopped short when she saw Donna was now in a different position.
Shaking her head, Karen said, "I'm going to have to move one of you. It was a bad idea keeping you two together, anyway."
That was when we all heard a door slam in the hallway, followed by the sound of a female voice calling Karen's name. Remember I mentioned earlier that Karen's elderly next door neighbor checked in on her from time to time? Well, this was one of those times.
In response to the woman's unexpected arrival, Karen whispered a curse, then ran out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Wed Dec 16 03:04:21 PST 1998(8 of 10)
What followed were several extremely tense minutes as Donna and I both laid very still on the bed, each staring wide-eyed at each other over our gags. I could overhear Karen chatting amiably with the woman, and I actually closed my eyes when I heard them walk right by our door. If Karen was rattled by the woman's sudden appearance, she didn't sound like it.
Donna and I continued to anxiously listen for any signs that the old lady might walk right into the room we were tied up in--not that we could do anything about it, of course. However, I have to admit that hearing the casual conversation outside only made the whole kidnap game even more real for me. I've lost count of the many scenes in movies and TV shows that I've watched where the abductors were calmly shooting the breeze while their bound and gagged kidnap victim in another room would be anxiously watching the door like Donna and I were doing now.
We remained like that for the better part of twenty minutes before Karen entered the room. She made a beeline for Donna--who laid closest to her--and only untied her hog-tie and wrists bonds before running back outside. The first thing Donna did was to stretch out her legs, then she wearily sat up and removed her gag with a heavy sigh of relief.
I cleared my throat sharply, to remind her that I was still tied up. Leaving her ankles tied, Donna rolled over and pulled her legs up under her so that she knelt next to me. She freed the cloth strip which hog-tied me, and I gratefully stretched out my legs while Donna untied my wrists.
Wed Dec 16 03:10:20 PST 1998(9 of 10)
When I sat up and removed my tape gag, Donna sat back facing in the opposite direction with her still-bound ankles lying right next to me. I wondered why she was doing this until she began untying my feet for me--I took the hint and untied her ankles for her. Once we were completely free, Donna and I tip-toed over to the door and cracked it open. The conversation between Karen and her caretaker continued in the kitchen down the hall.
We peeked in that direction and saw only Karen standing in the kitchen doorway, chattering away. She caught a glimpse of us and made a furtive waving gesture with her hand. Seeing the front door was wide open, we quickly got the hint and carefully walked out of the house, our bare feet silent against the carpeted floor. I realize this might sound weird, but all of this sneaking around only added to the game for me. We were making our escape from our abductor, and I was loving every minute of it.
In our haste to leave, we forgot our beach towels. Karen brought them over to my Aunt Jean's later and also let us know that our game wasn't finished. Apparently, she had planned to hold Donna and I captive all afternoon by giving us breaks in-between the bondage. I recall Donna response to this was: "Oh great, we've got another Becca...."
Shirley remained royally ticked off. It was bad enough she couldn't stay over at Becca's house the night before, but now she missed out on Karen's big bondage bash. I privately asked Donna: "Why didn't Karen want to kidnap Shirley?"
Wed Dec 16 03:16:22 PST 1998(10 of 10)
Donna made a face at that. She explained that Karen originally wanted to keep her first game as a captor simple by abducting only one particular person. But, feeling awkward at the thought of holding a lone captive, she also invited Donna, her best friend. Karen didn't invite Shirley--or even Becca and Jim--because she thought two captives would be more than enough for her to handle her first time out. I could understand that, but I was curious about something. "Who did she originally want to kidnap alone?"
Donna grinned broadly at me and said, "You. Karen's been wanting to kidnap you since she first met you."
I remember feeling mortified when I heard that. I tried to figure out what I could have said or done to Karen to have ticked her off. But Donna reassured me that it wasn't anything like that. Karen eventually got her second chance--but not before all of us were struck by a force of nature so powerful, that we could only surrender under its sheer might. I'm talking about my oldest cousin Keith (age 15) and his friend Peter, who decided to play a bondage game of their own. I'll post this one next month. As always, thanks for reading.
Wed Dec 16 03:22:41 PST 1998Let me just take this moment to wish everybody a safe and happy holiday season!
Wed Dec 16 08:51:54 EST 1998Hey Doug! Great to see another story from you! Yours are always high on the "most interesting" list...
WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com
Thu Dec 17 06:17:58 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998
I visited the chat room today, Thursday (apr. 01.00 AM,GMT) It was an interesting experience.
I have only visited once before, and at that time I got cut off.
This time I met three people, (one only briefly), and learned the ways the chat room works.
I will surely come back for the week-end chat on Saturday!
I'm sorry if my presence at the chat room interrupted the conversation of the other two.PH
Thu Dec 17 10:04:10 UTC+0100 1998Sorry Jonah, I thought this site was about to tell other people about experiences in bondage, but obviously, I was wrong. No more stories from me on this site.
If you´re intrested, please read about my experiences on :
http://www.smn.org
Look into the Forums!Bye!
Jenny
munhand@hotmail.com
Sat Dec 19 13:33:53 Pacific Standard Time 1998I'd like to share some of my many bondage experiences with my wife Beth. We met when Beth was a senior in high shcool, I had graduated two years before.I've fantasized about tying up women since I was in fourth grade, I love the idea of tickling a helpless bound woman. Especially her feet!
(Note from Canuck: I moved Dave's story to the College/University Forum. It is called "Our First Tie-Up Session")
Dave Tickles
Sat Dec 19 19:25:59 Eastern Standard Time 19981 of 9
First I'd like to compliment everyone on their stories, I found them very well written and entertaining. I meant to write again sooner but had an incredible amount of things come up in the past few months. I hope to see more from everyone for quite some time to come and would like to request a favor of those not already doing so: Please be a little more descriptive in mentioning articles of clothing worn by the 'players' in your stories. Thank you.
...And now for my long delayed followup to "Ambush" (although with a title change from "Retribution" to "Payback" from my earlier posting).
Payback
My payback to the girls occurred a couple of weeks after my own 'capture'; I had to patiently wait out a time where I could safely ambush the girls, one at a time, since together they would of overpowered me. In the meantime Liz even had the nerve to taunt me once, when we were all together by the pool as usual: "I thought you were going to pay us back for the time we tied you up.." They would laugh, knowing at the time it wasn't going to be a reality for me. I played it very nonchalantly, as if I wasn't even thinking about it. Little did they know I ready for the day by preparing my 'bag of treats' and leaving it in the garage: About 10-12 lengths of clothesline, cut about 6 feet long, a roll of masking tape (2" I believe), about 5 bandannas, and a couple of pairs of my long gym socks. The day finally came, although sans Rebecca, she was on vacation with her parents abroad. I had my day, rather evening, with her another time.
Liz and Sally came over as they usually did, late morning, and we sat around the pool in our bathing suits (they had on two-piece suits, Liz had a green and pink flowered pattern while Sally had a light blue, with their hair tied back, Liz in a pony tail while Sally had a tight bun; I had faded green trunks on), listening to a radio, playing cards and talked about random topics for a while.Tieher
Sat Dec 19 19:31:38 Eastern Standard Time 19982 of 9
Sally eventually got up to go in the house to use the bathroom; by this time we were laid out in the chairs and sunning ourselves. Just then it occurred to me they were now separate and vulnerable, completely unaware of the opportunity that had just presented itself to me. I waited for a couple of minutes, to not seem obvious, then excused myself somewhat from Liz with a "Be right back." and then walked toward the house. She was apparently oblivious to my leaving as she appeared to be half asleep.
I walked quickly into the house, through the door in the den, and into the garage to get my bag. Fortunately Sally was still in the bathroom so I had time to run back into the den, prepare a slip knot in one of the ropes, put a sock in my waistband, and hide just out of sight by the staircase around the corner from the bathroom so I could grab Sally when her back was turned as she headed back out into the yard. I put the bag by the couch across from the screen door within reach. Soon the door opened, Sally came out humming to the radio playing in the yard, and calmly headed toward the screen door. I quickly stepped behind her, wrapped one of my arms around her and grabbed her opposite wrist while softly speaking into her ear: "Remember that time I promised to pay you back?" She protested: "But that was Liz's idea!" While leading her to the couch I pulled both her arms behind her back:"Yea, but you helped."
Luckily she didn't seem to put up much of a fight, almost as if she didn't believe what I was about to happen. I slipped the knot over one of her wrists and pulled it tight. She now struggled in earnest as she realized I was serious:"Wait! This isn't fair..." By this time I crossed her wrists, wrapped the loose end 2 times vertically, then twice horizontally, finishing it off with a square knot. She was about to scream out, so I quickly and forcefully stuffed the sock into her mouth:"No I-arummmphhhh!!".Tieher
Sat Dec 19 19:35:23 Eastern Standard Time 19983 0f 9
I then pulled her onto the couch into a seated position and pulled up my bag to quickly finish the job. I first pulled out the tape and pulled a strip about 6" long and pressed it to her face. It didn't stick very well as she was doing a good job of pushing out the sock. I then took the roll and starting on one side of her mouth I wrapped the tape around her head about 4 times (excessive I know but I panicked since I wasn't sure if Liz would of caught on to the fact that we were both away for a while now). "MMMMMPPHHHHH!" Sally didn't seem too amused but wasn't in any position to argue. I grabbed another rope ande swung her legs up on the couch then held them, with my knee and free hand, because she was now kicking furiously. I held one end of the rope to her ankle and managed to wrap the other end for the remaining length around the other ankle, then cinched both of them together with a knot in the front. I finished her legs with another tie just above the knees. I quickly ran over to the door to peer out on Liz, who was now in a reclined position on the chair. I then turned to Sally, looking over my new prisoner, and had an incredible rush. She struggled quite a bit, shooting me hostile looks all the while. I worried she might hurt herself so I walked over and sat next to her reaching back into my bag for another length. After I pulled it out she froze, wondering what I was about to do. I flipped her over onto her stomach, then looped the rope between her wrists leaving the ends more or less even. I then propped myself up against her legs while bending them towards her hands. I looped one of the free ends between her ankles, then tied it with the other end, cinching them for a good measure before finishing the knot. Her hands were about 12 inches from her feet; I wanted a decent hogtie but nothing that would make her uncomfortable. I'm sure I could of made it tighter if her knees weren't tied together.Tieher
Sat Dec 19 19:46:49 Eastern Standard Time 19984 of 9
After adjusting the knot so she couldn't reach I stepped back: She was quite a prize, for all the struggling and mmmphing she definitely wasn't going anywhere. I was tempted to tickle her but considering the hogtie I didn't want her hurting herself so I simply picked up my bag, bent close to her face and said: "Don't worry, you'll soon have company." I prepared another slip knot, sock, and bandanna in waistband, and I then set out to capture Liz. I noticed Liz hadn't moved since I last checked on her so I confidently strode up and quietly put the bag down next to her. I can tell behind the shades she was wearing her eyes were closed, so I had the complete element of surprise at hand. I took a moment to regard her; she reminded me of the cliche hollywood star laying around lazily by the pool. "Remember that time I promised to pay you girls back?" She opened her eyes slowly but it was too late. I grabbed her wrist and flipped her over onto her stomach, she must of been a little groggy because it didn't take much effort. As I was working the slip knot over her hand and tightened it she yelled: "What are you doing?!" I grabbed her other hand with a bit of trouble since she was now struggling, I also straddled her for more leverage. "Stop it!" It seemed like it took forever but I was able to cross her wrists and wrap the rope around them a few times, cinch, and knot them. "It's only fair, Liz, you did it to me." I told her as I was reaching for the sock and bandanna. "I don't care I-mmmmpphhh!!" I waited until she opened her mouth again then stuffed the sock into her mouth quickly followed by cleave tying the bandanna around her head. I then began wrapping another rope around her wrist them around her body. Feeling her struggle under me was exciting, but I had to finish the job. I got up off of her and tied a length just above her knees, then another around her ankles.
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 19:51:35 Eastern Standard Time 19985 of 9
I had a couple of lengths left so I thought about other creative uses for them when she flipped herself over and glared at me:"Ifff ummmfff donnnphh-uuuhpphh!" She obviously had a little trouble speaking her mind. As she layed there struggling I pulled her up and sat behind her. She must of thought I was going to untie her because she paused for a moment. I took one of the other lengths and began wrapping about her torso, just under her breasts and over her arms, then crossing them I tucked each end between her upper arms above the elbows and body, and finished by bringing the ends back toward the center then cinching so her elbows came closer together; I finished it off with a knot. Since there was some slack I tied it around her wrists, then I stood up to look over my work. She was furious now, she struggled vainly for another minute before settling quietly and looking at me as if to say: "Well? What are you going to do now?" I thought about spraying her with the garden hose, but remembering how uncomfortable I was when wet and the fact I wanted to keep her like this for a while made me reconsider: I wanted to cherish this for as long as possible. "You're probably wondering about Sally." The puzzled look betrayed the fact she hadn't thought of her. "Why don't we go visit her?" I turned her legs off the chair and unto the ground then pulled her up to a standing position, then hoisted her unto my shoulder in a fireman-carry position. I carried her back to the house and carefully opened the screen door to let myself in. Sally was still there, the only movement was the turning of her head in my direction as she saw us coming in. Her eyes widened when she spotted her sister in the same predicament, and I think I actually detected a snicker beneath her gag. I propped Liz down on the sofa near Sally, then untied Sally's hogtie, worried about her comfort.
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 19:54:30 Eastern Standard Time 19986 of 9
I used the free rope to tie her elbows the same way I tied Liz, since I planned to leave them together and I didn't want them getting loose. I then positioned them both together on the couch next to each other in a seated position. Slightly winded, I sat back on one of the chairs in the den, regarding them for a minute as they struggled with their bonds. After a while, Liz fixed her gaze on me, as if she dared me to do something else. "I was wondering if you girls were ticklish.." Liz mmphed a protest, while I could practically hear Sally say through her gag:"Oh no!". I started with Liz's feet, she jerked quite a bit, trying to get her feet out of my grasp. I then moved to Sally, who giggled uncontrollably (I was immediately left with the impression she enjoyed it quite a bit more than Liz). After a while I tired, and decided to get a drink in the kitchen: "All this work made me a little thirsty, why don't you girls stay here while I get something to drink." Liz made an attempt at communicating something, but I ignored her and tied a bandanna around her eyes, then did the same with Sally and left the room towards the kitchen. I made noises as if I was going up the stairs, but doubled back to the room to watch my captives. I crept into the room, to the far side, and watched while Liz wasted no time to try to communicate her escape to Sally. She mmphed quite a bit, creeping in Sally's direction on the couch while turning her back to reach Sally's bonds. Sally apparently didn't get it, until Liz's fingers accidently found her ribs and caused her to giggle. Sally finally understood and turned her back. Liz worked furiously, finding the knot then losing it, finding it again and trying to pull it apart while Sally sat patiently.
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 20:01:13 Eastern Standard Time 19987 of 9 (No relation to the character on the show: "Voyager" by the way)
I let Liz go on for a while; enjoying the show, becoming aware of how excited I became at watching her writhe in the tightly wrapped ropes around her legs and arms, watching how her the muscles in her thighs and calves stretched and contracted as her body occasionally shifted in her attempt at loosening Sally's bonds. I knew it would take them too long to untie themselves, so I ended the scene since I had more fun in mind. I creeped up the stairs, poured two glasses of ice water, and came back down pretending to be surprised, "Hey! I can't leave you two alone for a minute..." I undid their blindfolds, to Liz's chagrin. "I bet you two are thirsty." Sally mmphed in eager agreement, while Liz nodded. I first undid Sally's gag, apologising for the tape. "Are you going to untie us now?" "That's not part of the game Sally, you two have to escape on your own." Liz shot a curious look at me, probably wondering when we started this game. I held the glass up to Sally's lips while she sipped desparately; I then noticed she and Liz sweat quite a bit. After Sally seemed like she had enough, I quickly replaced her gag with a bandanna. I turned on the fan in the room and undid Liz's gag: "So how are we supposed to escape with you here?" "Do you want a drink or not?" I retorted. I held the glass to her lips, and as she drank, slowly tipped the glass at a higher angle to make her dribble. She pulled back as the water dripped from her mouth, ran down her neck, and into her top. "Why did you do that?!" she yelled.
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 20:05:14 Eastern Standard Time 19988 of 9
I chuckled:"I was impatient!" "Is torture part of the game?!" she asked. "Maybe I was remembering the time you hit me with the water hose!" I then realized there was no point in arguing since I wanted to continue 'the game' and not upset them. I helped her finish the glass then moved to re-tie her gag, "So what happens when we escape, do we get to tie YOU up?" I thought for a moment "Yea, IF!" She then reluctantly opened her mouth for the gag. "..But I'm going to make a little change first.." I previously noted she had a little play with her hands, since the rope wrapping her wrists to her body seemed to be a little slack. I untied her knees and grabbed another length of rope, looped one end around her waist while holding the loose end of it just above her wrists. After a couple of times I stopped in the front and looped the end under the center of the wrap and over, then brought it under between her thighs to her wrists where I looped them over and under and then tied it snugly to the other loose end. I quickly retied her knees again. Liz protested throughout, probably wondering if I changed the rules. Her wrists now had no play with the crotch rope in place, and she realized this. I then put the TV on as if bored, and settled into the chair across from the couch. I pretended to watch what was on, but really was enjoying my captives' predicament as I shot occasional glances over and chuckled. Liz at first tried to be nonchalant, but then wasted no time in trying to escape. Sally tried to be of help, but they seemed to get more in each other's way. One unexpected thrill I got was watching Liz writhe against the crotch rope; the more Liz attempted to move her wrists, the tighter I saw it pull against her, it made her body arch at times. At the time I thought of it I used it more for practical purposes, but later realized the other 'popular' purpose of it in bondage (Needless to say, I used it again in the future).
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 20:08:26 Eastern Standard Time 19989 of 9
Liz would occasionally shoot glares at me when she realized she was failing. It was during one of these glares she noticed my 'tent' to my embarrassment (I was only wearing trunks at the time). At times she held my gaze as if tauntingly, she knew the effect watching them had on me. I then became a little worried she would tell Rebecca about this, making me look like a pervert. Some time later I heard one of the neighbor's call in the yard, wondering where we were. I quickly ran out in his direction, and explained we were inside watching TV. He asked if we were hungry, as they were about to start a barbecue. I told him sure, I would go get the girls. I came back into the den to hear both of them chuckling through their gags, knowing the game was over. "You know, you didn't win this one.." I said as I began untying them. As I helped them off with their leg bonds, I then noticed to my horror the rope burns. Sally wasn't quite as bad but Liz struggled quite a bit more whiched caused deeper and redder marks. I tried rubbing them out, causing Liz and Sally to enjoy my misery. "We'll just put on our shirts and socks, so you don't look like the maniac that you are." Luckily, they had oversized shirts, socks and sneakers with them to change into at the end of the day. It helped cover most of the marks while we hoped the neighbors wouldn't notice the rest. I put my 'goodies' away and we headed over to the neighbor's. We had some burgers and went back to the pool for the rest of the day with Liz commenting:"...and don't think your going to tie us up again today. One day it's going to be your turn.". I was a little relieved to hear her say that, because I now knew she wasn't going to make me seem abominable to Rebecca. I had the opportunity to tie up Rebecca at a later date, although it a was more of a submissive thing which led to our inevitable realization of our feelings for each other (probably not very suitable for this site although it was a rather tame exper
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 20:14:44 Eastern Standard Time 1998ARRRGGHHH! Again!
-(probably not very suitable for this site although it was a rather tame experience).
Sorry about the misposts and have a happy holiday all!
By the way: Where exactly is this chat room? Bob's site?
Tieher
Sat Dec 19 22:24:59 1998Hi everybody. I go by maddog, earned that back
in boot camp in the late sixties.
Really enjoy the page and would like to post, but
like a lot of first tier baby boomers medical
problems have kind of clouded the long term
memory.
I distincly remember that in the late fifties our
neigborhood was a hotbed of kids tieing their
mothers, women neighbors, sisters, and other
neighborhood girls up. I can see some specific
scenes very clearly, but what led up to them or
happened afterward would pretty much be an
educated guess. As for what was said during
these happenings, forget it.
A couple of examples of what I mean.
I remember blindfolding my already hogtied and
gagged mother and looking down and seeing two
other women lying hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded
on the carpet. All three were wearing skirts,
blouses, nylons, and high heels, so I'm not even
sure it was during the summer. Who the other two
women were I haven't got a clue. It wasn't our
carpet so it must have been a neighbor's house,
How this all happened ??
I remeber my mother agreeing to being tied up one
rainy afternoon, going upstairs to get my stuff,
and finding my older sister and one of her friends
hogtied ang gagged on my bed. I'm sure I did it
but, again, as to what led up to it, or what
followed?? No images of my mother tied up
wearing what she was wearing when she said ok.
I've got maybe a dozen or so other images
bouncing arond inside my head if anyone would be
interested.Maddog
Sun Dec 20 19:42:20 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Tieher,
that was a great story - one of the very best I have seen for a while. On ya!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Sun Dec 20 19:52:00 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Tieher, I forgot to add: Just click on "chat room " in the homepage on Bobs site then join up ( its free ) then u are in! Hope to see u soon.
mason
Fri Nov 20 13:24:58 UTC+1100 1998Firstly, I love this page, I visit it every week.
Her's my story:
This happened a few years ago (i'm only 17 now!) with my cousin.
He had just moved into a new house and we were in the garage together playing "Cops and Robbers" he only had a pair of plastic handcuffs which were easy to get out of, so glancing around the room, my cousin noticed hidden amongst all the boxes was a roll of blue parcel tape. My cousin suggested we use the tape to tie each other up so we could'nt get loose.
My cousin (Matthew) said that we had to try and get loose really loose cos there was a bomb that would go off if we did'nt.
We began to play, and I caught Matthew, and ordered him to sit in a deck chair. He did so warily, I unwound a strip of tape and taped both of his fore arms to the chair, be started to protest so I tore off a seven inch piece and clamped it over his mouth. Squirming, I proceeded, to tape his wrists to the chair. After That, I taped his knees together, and then his ankles. Laughing I said, "Yeah try and "Beat the bomb now!"
I watched him squirm for a while, and then I heard my uncle in the backyard. Panicking, I untaped Matt's knees, and ankles, and wrists. I left him gagged so he would'nt scream out, and tried desperately to untape him wrists and forearms, but I had taped him too tightly! I could hear my uncle trying to get into the garage so I quickly tore off another two strips of tape and clamped them over Matt's mouth.I moved the deck chair behind a pile of boxes and waited for my uncle to come in.
Luckily he did'nt.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I found a pair of scissors and cut Matt free, but I did'nt un gag him, I did'nt want him to yell and scream for his mum and dad, but surprisingly, he just rubbed his wrists, peeled the tape off his mouth, and pretended nothing happened. Unfortunatley, he got his revenge, but I'll leave that for another day!
Chris
Mon Dec 21 02:21:49 PST 1998Thanks, Mason! And thanks WHSRocket! I appreciate your compliments of my recent post. The stories I've been reading here are great. Good show, everybody! Keep them coming.
Mon Dec 21 14:51:29 Westeuropäische Normalzeit 1998Hi,
Doug - I liked your story very much. I am looking forward to more soon.
Jonah
Tue Dec 22 01:57:50 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Revenge II, Tied Up at the Beach.
Part I
In "revenge" I described how Sarah and I took revenge on Sarah’s sister Jenny and their cousin Joe. Joe had "invented" the hog tie and he and Jenny had tied up Sarah and me. About a week later on a sleep-over, when their parents were away, we took revenge by kidnapping Jenny and tying her up in the boat house. Later Joe arrived, only to meet the same fate. We had both of them well tied up and gagged on the floor, and we had great fun tickling them, as they had done to us. Joe and Jenny managed to escape, using scissors they had hidden under the sofa. The rules of our game said that if a prisoner managed to escape before the time limit (one hour), the captors would become prisoners instead.These events took place the summer we were fourteen and Jenny was fifteen. We had been playing tie up games for some years, but this recent year the games had become more orientated towards kidnapping- and captive games.
When the story continues Sarah and I were on the floor of the upstairs room at the boat house with our hands tied behind us. We were wearing the usual outfits of a warm summer evening, jeans and t-shirts, and no shoes or socks. Joe and Jenny were discussing what to do with us. They were planning in what way they would be tying us up and leaving us struggling for one hour. They whispered and giggled and after a while they had made up their minds.
PH
Tue Dec 22 02:00:03 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part II
They produced two bandanas and blindfolded us. Then they pulled us up and led us out of the house. I could feel the soft sand of the beach under my bare feet as we were led away along the water front. The beach was about half a mile long and went all the way from the main house, past the boat house and to the end of their family’s property, where it bordered the woods. At the far end of the beach were some wooden poles or posts, formerly used to hang drying fishing nets on.I could fairly estimate that we had reached the end of the beach, even though I was blindfolded. Joe and Jenny let Sarah sit and wait in the sand as they started to tie me to one of these posts. They had me kneel in the sand with my back against the post and one leg on each side of the post. My hands were untied and retied behind the post. They tugged at the rope very hard to complete a very firm tying of my hands. Then they tied several loops of thick rope around my upper body, pinning me to the post, and finishing off by tying the long, thick rope to one wrist and looping it around my waist to the other wrist.
Having tied my hands and arms, they spread my knees so my feet came together behind the post. They tied the ankles together and then brought the rope up to my hands and tied the end to them. The rope was pulled so my feet were slightly elevated and I had to sit on only my knees and toes. Finally they pushed a rag of some sort in my mouth and tied a second bandana in place to keep the rag in. Satisfied with their handiwork they left me there, helplessly tied, gagged and blindfolded, wishing me a good time. Then they went off with Sarah to tie her up somewhere else.PH
Tue Dec 22 02:01:26 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part III
I listened for sounds of the three of them, but bare feet in sand make very little noise. I started to concentrate on my bindings. I could not move my hands at all, just flex the fingers and try to feel the rope going down to my feet, trying to find a knot to undo. If I shifted my balance and tried to lower my feet, the rope tied to my hands stretched and cut into my skin painfully. I was completely blind as the bandana covering my eyes was tied very firmly. The gag was just as effective, the rag filling up my mouth and pinning my tongue down. The bandana tied in my mouth was pulling the corners of my mouth back and keeping the rag in very effectively. I just had to accept my faith and endure one hour of this kneeling hog tie.As I was enjoying (!) my slightly uncomfortable position, Sarah was led away to the edge of the woods, some twenty-five yards away from me. What happened as they tied her is purely guessing on my part, as I saw how they had tied her some thirty minutes later.
When they came to the edge of the woods, Joe and Jenny selected a ten inch thick pine to tie Sarah to. They tied her to the tree in the same fashion as they had tied me, kneeling with her hands and feet tied behind the tree trunk. They secured her arms and upper body with thick rope and connected her feet to her hands with a tightly bound rope, keeping her feet elevated and only her toes touching the ground. They gagged her with a rag filling up her mouth and covered it with a bandana, cleave gagging her nicely. They left for the boat house and we were alone, helplessly tied up, and with no chance of helping each other. We had to rely on our own abilities to get free.
PH
Tue Dec 22 02:02:59 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part IV
As I heard Joe’s and Jenny’s chatter fade away as they left, I continued to try and find any knot to undo. I really tried to turn my hands, they were tied palms out, but I couldn’t turn them. I tried to shift my body to get some slack on the ropes, but nothing worked. As I worked on my ropes I heard angry mumbles and groans from a place a bit to my left, and could guess where Sarah was tied up. The groans kept becoming louder, but I couldn’t understand why she sounded so irritated. It was fairly reasonable that she tried to communicate and through her gag, tell me where she was, but these groans was coming from someone really annoyed by something.
Sarah usually coped with being tied up very well. Joe and Jenny couldn’t be tickling her, as I had heard them move away from us. There was something else, and I was very curious to find out what it was.I started to try and get the blindfold off. The bandana was knotted at the back of my head, so I started to turn and twist my head, in an attempt to scrape the knot against the post and get it off that way. After several attempts the knot got caught on some uneven gash in the wood and by turning my head and raising my chin the thing slipped upwards. Shaking my head violently made the bandana fall off and I could see again. I immediately located Sarah some twenty-five yards away. I saw how she was tied to a tree just at the edge of the woods, tied the same way as I was. She was twisting and turning and looked really uncomfortable. I saw how her jaws worked as she chewed on her gag. The braids in her red hair swinged as she turned her head. She was obviously trying to get her blind fold off the same way as I had.
PH
Tue Dec 22 02:04:21 Västra Europa, normaltid 1998Part V
Sarah always tried really hard to get free when tied up. She would not give up until she had tried every possible way to undo a knot. I could see how she tried to twist her body and get her hands down to her ankles, but pinned to the tree she could not lower her body enough. The angry moans and grunts kept coming from behind her gag. Finally she managed to scrape the blindfold off her head the same way I had, and our eyes met. She had green eyes and they were wide open as she looked at me. She turned her head, trying to see her feet, and I could understand that what bothered her was down by her feet.Neither of us managed to do anything to get free, and when the hour was up, Joe and Jenny came back. They started to untie me first as I had been tied first. They kept teasing me for not getting out of the ropes. When I was free, the three of us went over to the tree where Sarah was tied. Coming up close I could see what it was that bothered her. Merrily walking up and down the sides of her bare feet were some small ants. Their tiny legs obviously tickled her and bound the way she was, there was nothing she could do about it. When Jenny removed Sarah’s gag she started to shout words not suitable for print! We brushed away the ants from her feet, and untied her.
Later at the boat house when we lay on the mattresses, ready for sleep, Sarah told us she had nearly gone mad by the tickling sensation the ants gave. She promised to tie Jenny and Joe to a tree just beside an ant hill the next time she got the opportunity. They laughed and said she had to catch them first…and eventually she did, but that’s another story.
PH
Tue Dec 22 18:05:28 Westeuropäische Normalzeit 1998Hallo!
PH - Great Story! I can't wait to hear more. You must have had some great summers. It is also nice to have someone else from 'mainland' europe on this site! Sorry, for you british folks, but an island is an island. :-) But I like England and Scotland a lot.
Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com
Tue Dec 22 21:08:06 Central Standard Time 1998Okay here is this one time i got tied up by this one girl when we were 14, during the christmas break a few years ago. Well Here goes.
Christmas Surprise
Part 1It all started whith this girl I kind of liked. Let's just call her Kara. She had just moved into my negiborhood a few weeks ago and I had gotten to know her and sort of really got along if you get my drift. Anyway one day she suggested that we have a picnic, just the two of us. I thought hey this could be my chance to ask her to go out with me so i accepted. The next day i went to her house to pick her up. She answered the door and said for me to come in. She wasn't ready yet. Then she asked me to get a blanket out of the closet for the picnic. I went and got it out and was spreading it out on the floor to see if it was big enough. Then out of nowhere i was pushed from behind onto the blanket and started to be rolled up into it!
Goku
Tue Dec 22 21:15:13 Central Standard Time 1998Christmas Surprise
Part 2Then i felt ropes being looped around me in the blanket trapping me inside! I glanced up and saw Kara carefully tieng about 3 or 4 ropes around me.
I started to ask her what she was doing but was cut off when she stuffed a rolled up bandanna into my mouth and another made a very effective cleave-gag. I started to mumph, and try to get free but it was just to tight. She started to giggle and said something like you look like a big pillow. Then with that she smiled real wide like that was a good idea. She picked me up(i wasn't real heavy at the time)and brougth me into her room and placed me on her bed where her pillows were. Then she laid herself on the bed using me as a pillow! Soon afterword i guess she fell asleep, because hours went by and then i fell asleep. However long it was that i was asleep i don't know, but when i woke up i saw myself in the mirror tied to a chair. Ropes around my ankles, and above the knees. My wrists were tied behind the chair and my wrists and ankles were connected making some kind of a hog tie. Also my Upper-arms and my lap were tied down with much rope.Goku
Thu Dec 24 14:58:08 PST 1998Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah to all the regulars her at Canucks.Ny celebrations did not give me time for the tale i mentiones but maybe in time for new years.
Have a nice Holiday!dudalb
Fri Dec 25 00:49:10 Eastern Standard Time 1998Finish your story goku, sounds like a hot one :P
hey, seems like you like dbz, my icq is 4105161 if you want to contact me
Cell
Fri Dec 25 17:37:39 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Just to wish everybody here a very merry Christmas and a very happy New year. Hoping that 1999 will be just as bondagey for you all. Anyway, heres some festive reading for you all - the very latest exciting instalment of 'A Rainy Day'
Continued from Sunday, December 13 when Nicky had been roped onto the chair for our repast in the galley of the pirate ship battling its way through the typhoon. Did she go hungry or did the cruel captain take pity on her?
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Fri Dec 25 17:48:48 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 33 - The captain's word is law…
"I am a pirate captain from the Spanish Main and I have kidnapped her for ransom - She is a princess from Spain"
"Oh I see, " Mrs C calmly replied, unperturbed by this intelligence.
"So, because I am the captain of this ship you will feed her or I will tie you up and make you walk the plank," I cheekily said, although I had no idea what I would do if she said "No." After all, Mrs C was Nicky's own mother. While I enjoyed tying Nicky up, I drew the line at tying her mum up too.
Fortunately, Nicky's mum averted a possible crew mutiny by cheerily agreeing to feed Nicky lunch. She simply stood there and hand fed Nicky each and every delicious mouthful of party-pie while I served her Coke in between. Her hands still tightly bound together behind her, Nicky sat there and grinned like that wonderfully sardonic Cheshire cat of "Alice in Wonderland" fame as she happily accepted and munched away on each mouthful. Rarely have the cruel bloodthirsty pirates of the Spanish Main ever dined so well.
"Looks like its still raining outside" Mrs C commented. That's whats I love about Melbourne's weather - it is consistent in its inconsistency. Where I live, people joke about Melbourne being the only city in the world with four seasons in one day. It is entirely possible to go out for the day, and to discard the raincoat or umbrella, confident in the knowledge that it will not rain. After all, our esteemed weather bureau said so! ( little wonder it was so often the butt of cruel jokes made at its expense ) Seemingly only minutes later, once it's too late to return home, it can be pouring and you get soaked in icy rain. Then bright sunshine. Then more rain and hail. Today the weather was inconsistent in its consistency - for once it was unvarying - unvaryingly bad! It'd been raining hard all day, seemingly without let up.
Fri Dec 25 17:50:04 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 34 - Princess Nicky gets too uppity
"Yair, looks like the typhoons getting worse" Nicky agreed. "Better be careful, Mason. You don't want me to fall overboard do you?" she said sweetly. "If I fall overboard, will you save me?"
Curtly, I replied, "No." Nicky pouted.
She crossly asked me if I meant anything to her. "Only for what I can get from your father as a ransom"
Tossing her head with disdain "Oh, thanks very much!"
"Watch what you say or the gag goes back on" I admonished.
"Thrrr - rrrp!" She blew a loud raspberry in my direction. "Right that does it!" I exclaimed, "Open your mouth"
Nicky stuck her dainty little pink tongue out at me before replying, "No! Why should I? I am a princess. You know, Royalty! Princesses are never gagged" Disdainfully pursing her lips, she sat there regally and waited for my response. I did not disappoint her.
I pinched her leg. Not hard enough to cause pain but certainly hard enough to make her yell. "Ou- Mmmmpfthhhh" As soon as she opened that big mouth of hers, I stuffed the rag covered ball back in her mouth and wrapped the ends around her head twice before knotting them off as tight as I could behind her head. Nicky glared at me, mortally offended that I should be treating her Royal Highness in such a cavalier fashion. To be honest, I really did not care what her exalted personage thought - I liked her much better the way she was - so nicely tied up and gagged like that.
Fri Dec 25 17:50:41 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 35 - My turn
"Much better!" I teased her. "That's much better. I think I like you much better like this. What do you think Mrs C?" Very diplomatically, Mrs C did not answer my question, instead turning her head away with a little half smile of amusement showing. The look on Nicky's face told me that I could expect dire retribution some day for this - most probably on the torture racks of the King. I managed to avoid the evil eye by pulling her raincoat hood back over her face and tying the drawstring so tightly, I could only see her pert little nose sticking out. Laughing, Mrs C said, Well, I think that will shut her up!"
Lunch over, I untied Nicky's legs and helped her down from the stool before propelling her back up to the rear masters cabin in the stern of the pirate ship. As soon as we reached the privacy of Nicky's bedroom, I took off her gag and asked what she wanted to do. At this point, I would have been quite happy to do something else ( it had already been a great day so far ) but Nicky said, "Well, I've completed my punishment for not escaping earlier - so we're all square now."
"Yes, but what do you want to do now?" I asked, secretly hoping that Nicky would want to continue our tying up 'competition'
"Mmm," she pretended to think. "I tied you up last time. This was my extra tie up for not escaping before. So its my turn to be tied up again." I could not believe Nicky's appetite for being tied up. Not that I minded too much - although I did feel a prickle of annoyance that she seemed to be getting tied up more than I was today. As if sensing my thoughts, Nicky said, "Actually, look, I've been tied up twice already today - you want me to tie you up now? See if you can escape?" she smirked.
Fri Dec 25 17:51:11 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 36 - Chair tied
The look on my face must have conveyed my answer to Nicky for she said, "I would never have guessed. Ok, untie me now and I'll tie you up."
After untying her, she dragged out the swivel chair from out under her desk. It was large and very comfortable with a padded seat and backrest. There were also two armrests. It rolled on four castors at the end of an X shaped frame with the single pole supporting the seat.
As soon as we had finished the task of untangling and sorting the untidy tangle of ropes on the floor, Nicky asked me to sit down so that she could begin tying me up. Needless to say, I obeyed her instructions with great alacrity. As soon as I had sat down, Nicky wasted no time in tightly tying and cinching my hands to each armrest at wrist and just below the elbows for extra insurance. My ankles and knees promptly followed next. Nicky also took care to tie my ankles to the supporting pole so I could not bring them out in front of me
Once my arms and legs had been secured, Nicky continued roping me to the chair so tightly, that I felt I had become part of the chair. More ropes were lashed around my body just below my shoulders and above the elbows. I could hardly move at all. She repeated the same just above my knees and at my highs to the seat itself, pinning me to the chair. Nicky tied one end of a long piece of rope to my upper chest rope. She looped both ends over my shoulders and passed the ends behind and beneath me and through my crotch before pulling on them rather tightly and tying the ends off the same point she had begun, completing my chair tie. I could not move at all. I was now very tightly bound to the chair with, as usual no hope of freeing myself.
Fri Dec 25 17:51:47 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 37 - Silence is golden…
An evil gleam in her eye, Nicky thoughtfully appraised me before picking up the discarded collection of rags on the bed and carefully stuffing them into my mouth, one by one. My cheeks bulged out, so thoroughly had she packed my mouth. I felt like a hamster masticating its lunch. Once Nicky had finished making me feel like a hamster, she cleave gagged me much more tightly than usual. "This is for the way you gagged me at lunchtime!" she hissed.
Even more thoughtfully, she considered my bound and gagged form before coming to a decision. Apprehensively, wondering what she had in mind for me, I watched while Nicky neatly folded a long strip of cloth several times. Cloth in hand, she approached me and blindfolded me, cutting off all sight. I heard her triumphantly boast, "Get out of that - you can stay tied up until I decide to let you go!"
Hours passed ( actually it only seemed that way before Nicky deigned to ask me if I was OK and that it had now been half an hour since she'd finished tying me up. "Well, since you look so comfortable, I think I'll leave you there. At least I know you cannot steal my comic while you are tied up!" she teased. "I only got this one yesterday and I want to finish reading it" she taunted, knowing that her words would inflame me. She knew perfectly well that once I had been untied, I would also want to read her new 'Superman' comic. Would Lois Lane be tied up as usual for her superhero sweetheart to find?
Fri Dec 25 17:53:08 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 38 - Nicky's turn
Eventually, time passed, as it must and Nicky said that she had finished reading her comic and that I could tie her up now. In my own desire to be tied up, it never really occurred to me that Nicky might enjoy being tied up as much as I did. But then, I was not only too embarrassed to admit my love for being tied up to Nicky, I was typically self-centred as young boys often are. After untying me, Nicky asked how I was going to tie her up.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out!" I cheekily answered, as I busied myself untangling the ropes. She didn't say anything but I could see her filing away that remark for future retrieval.
"Sit down on the floor" I told Nicky. Puzzled, she sat down, wondering how I was going to tie her up this time. Under the rules of our competition, I had to rope her up in a different way each time I tied her up. "Put your legs out straight out in front of you," I instructed. Obediently, Nicky did so, quivering with barely suppressed eagerness to be tied up herself.
I bound and cinched her ankles, knees and thighs together, immobilising her legs. After I had finished binding Nicky's legs together, I told her to lean over and place her hands next to her ankles. Clearly surprised, Nicky complied. I carefully and methodically bound each hand to each ankle, just above the ropes lashing them together, taking care to cinch her bindings tight, checking that the knots were out of reach. For added insurance, I also tied her arms at the elbows to her legs just below the knees, leaving her bent over and helplessly bound. Simple but effective. She wouldn't be going anywhere fast.
Fri Dec 25 17:53:55 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 39 - Lois Lane all tied up!
"Could you gag me please?" Nicky asked, thinking I had forgotten to gag her. "The one with the ball inside" Most girls I know would have been complaining it was too tight. Not Nicky. She was asking to be gagged instead. Naturally I was only too happy to oblige. After I finished gagging her, I blindfolded her in the same way she had done to me before pulling the raincoat hood up over her face and tying the drawstring as before so that she was doubly blindfolded.
As soon as I had finished tying and gagging Nicky, I dived for the Super - duper man comic hoping to see the lovely Lois Lane tied up for her caped crusader boyfriend to find. As usual, I was not disappointed. She seemed to spend much of her time tied up in that particular issue. I enjoyed reading it so much, I nearly forgot all about Nicky. No wonder she wanted to read it so much! I was even less surprised she felt I needed to be tied up while she read it.
After the mandatory half an hour had passed, I asked Nicky if she was OK. She nodded - yes. "Fine, I think I'll just leave you tied up for a little while more - since you have not escaped yet, you can stay tied up! That OK by you? Even more eagerly she nodded her approbation, obviously relishing the idea of staying tied up for a little longer. Eventually, after the next half an hour had passed, I untied her since I was anxious for my go at 'escaping'
Fri Dec 25 17:54:32 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 40 - Tied spreadeagle
After we had finished sorting out the ropes ( yet again - it was virtually a ritual for both of us! ) Nicky asked me to take my raincoat off and lie down on her bed.
"What for?" I asked, "Why not up here like we normally do?"
"Because I want to try something different" Nicky smugly replied.
"Like what?" I wanted to know.
"Why should I tell you?" she impatiently said. "You can wait!"
Nicky's bed was one of those lovely old hand carved wooden affairs with ornately carved and detailed posts at each end, each rising some one to two feet above the bed itself. A large soft mattress sat on the wooden slats below. A colourful quilt covered the bed sheets. It was a much nicer bed than my own plain trundle bed. I liked it very much
"Ok, lie on your back," she ordered
"Please," I sighed
"Please" Nicky sarcastically parroted, totally unrepentant. I lay on my back, waiting for her to begin tying me up.
Nicky grabbed my right hand and tightly tied and cinched it to the post at the top of the bed. Then the left swiftly followed. I was now bound and helpless. I tried to ignore the usual totally predictable effect that being tied up had on me. I just hoped Nicky would not notice - not likely! As soon as she had secured my hands, she cleave-gagged me to forestall any complaint.
"Stretch out - yes, like that!" Nicky commanded, totally in charge as usual, while pulling hard on my ankles. Once I was stretched out full length on the bed, Nicky promptly tied both my ankles to the bottom two posts, leaving me helplessly stretched out on the bed. I was entirely at her mercy. It was then that my shoes came off. Things really were not looking good at this stage…
Fri Dec 25 17:55:16 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 41 - Tickle torture…
However, Nicky was still not finished with tying me up. She attached one end of a very long piece of rope to the side of the bed and looped it over my upper chest just below my shoulders before passing it back under the bed. Nicky leant right under the bed to retrieve the dangling end on the floor and looped it over me yet again, repeating this process several times before pulling hard to tighten everything up so I could not struggle. Nicky then used another similarly long piece of rope and repeated the entire process at my waist, fastening me very securely to the bed. I could not move at all and she knew it.
Nicky climbed up on the bed and straddled me, smirking. I cringed as Nicky looked down and noticed the tell-tale bulge in my jeans. "You really do like being tied up don't you?" she commented, rubbing her hand over my crotch. Nicky broke up laughing as I blushed a deep red. Giving my privates one last squeeze, she continued, "You know, I like you much better like this" Nicky teased. "Now I'm going to make you pay for gagging me when I asked you not to!"
As soon as she had finished saying this, she grabbed my jumper and pulled it up, exposing my bare skin. She ran her fingers lightly over my skin, a thoughtful, almost wistful expression on her angelic face. Suddenly, she began tickling me for all she was worth on each side of my lower chest, stomach and bare feet. I have always been extremely ticklish. Nicky also knew that I was a particularly ticklish person, having previously experimented on various parts of my anatomy to see where I was most ticklish - naturally I was always well tied up on these prior occasions. Merciless she might be, but stupid she was not.
Fri Dec 25 17:55:55 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 42 - More tickle torture!
"Nnaammmgffhhh" I protested, frantically squirming to escape from her probing hands but to absolutely no avail - now I knew why Nicky had taken such care to tie me down to the bed like that. I could not move and I certainly could not try to buck her off either. I laughed and cried as she continued to torment me with her dancing fingers.
"Had enough now?" Nicky asked. I hurriedly nodded yes - I definitely had had enough! "Do you apologise?"
I felt like saying "For what?" The only reason I did not say anything was because I was so tightly gagged. I was more or less incapable of any coherent speech. Besides which, I knew that if I answered back, Nicky would keep right on tickling me until I did apologise. I nodded my head as best as I could to indicate that I was indeed suitably apologetic, ( actually, I was anything but! )
"Did you enjoy that?" she asked, in that sickly sugary sweet tone of voice only girls seem to be able to articulate so well. "Well, you've got, lets see" theatrically consulting her watch, "half an hour to escape. Have fun" With that, Nicky turned around and left the room. While I laid there tied to Nicky's bed, I could hear voices downstairs, the higher pitched excited tones of her voice contrasting with her mothers smoother deeper delivery. Eventually, after what seemed only a few minutes, Nicky returned.
Grinning, she asked me if I was OK. I nodded in the affirmative. "Ok, time to untie you, I have an idea I want to try." Noticing my puzzled expression, Nicky said, "Don't worry, I'll tell you!"
Fri Dec 25 17:56:37 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 43 - Inspiration
Once the last ropes came off my wrists ( why is it that the hands are always the last to be untied? ) Nicky flung my raincoat at me and said to put it on, saying " I know you like wearing this too!" I blushed again. For a 13-year-old, Nicky was awfully bright - she had me completely wired by now. She insisted on buttoning it up herself and doing up the hood for me before turning her attention to the ropes loosely coiled on the floor.
"You know," Nicky mused, while we sorted out the ropes yet again, "We seem to spend an awful lot of time tying each other up, don't we?"
I nodded my agreement, wondering where this was leading to - I did not have long to find out. Thoughtfully, she continued, "You know, we have never been tied up at the same time."
I almost fainted when Nicky said that - I had always wanted to be tied up at the same time with her but I had previously been too shy to articulate my thoughts out loud. "Now that's true." I commented, "I'd like that too." Understatement of the century.
"I'd love to be tied up the same time you are - that would be fun!" she said. We could pretend that we had both been kidnapped and being held for ransom. And it would be less boring than having to wait while the other person tries to escape."
"But theres one problem with that" I pointed out ever so reasonably.
Fri Dec 25 17:58:13 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Part 44 - How to tie each other up, tis the question
We had always conducted our tying up competitions in private, so we had no one to join in with us. ( at least they were private in the sense only Mrs C and R knew of our special pastime ) No one else knew that we used to have these tying up competitions all the time, except for Mrs C and her younger brother R, who always gave us a very wide berth as soon as we got out the ropes. He all too obviously feared a repeat of the time that we had tied him up and threw party pies at him. For some reason, the other local neighbourhood kids never got involved in these games of our although we used to spend a lot of time with them outside. It was just the way things happened. I remember wishing that they would join us in tying each other up but for some reason, it never did. S and B were also best friends and preferred to spend time in each other's company in the same way Nicky and I did. They were also more or less inseparable in the same way that we were.
Nicky frowned. "What?"
"For the very good reason that if I am tied up, how am I going to be able to tie you up? Or if you are tied up, how will you tie me up? You got any ideas?"
"Actually, yes I have," she somewhat smugly replied
"Like what?" I quizzed her. Her answer astonished me.
Fri Dec 25 18:02:14 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998What clever idea does Nicky have? All will be revealed soon....
Till then,
have a great Christmas!
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Fri Dec 25 22:34:18 1998Hi, I`m Diane, some of you may know me from Bob`s site. I`ve decided to start posting on this site now, and here`s my first story......
When I was 15 I used to live in a small town with my two best friends, Francesca ( Fran for short ) and Amy. Fran was quite tall, about 5` 8", with long dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was also a waif, with a perfect complexiation, of which I was most jealous! Amy was shorter, about 5` 4", with shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes. I think she`d had just been to Spain on holiday as she had a deep tan at the time. She liked to describe herself as "voluptuous" although she wasn`t fat. Both were quite attractive. We were a right trio, always falling out with each other, and then making up. My parents decided they were a bad influence on me, and even sent me to a girls school in a neighbouring town, so I only got to see my mates at the weekend.
One Saturday, I think it was about June because it was so hot, we went rollerskating in a park near Fran`s house. I remember we had a great time, but Amy spoiled it - she has a nasty temper. She kept teasing me about my red and white striped hockey socks. She tripped Fran up several times and then skated off, laughing. On one occasion, as I was helping Fran up, she said
" Lets teach her a lesson! "
" You mean trip her up? " I said naively.
" No, I mean, like lets really have some fun! "
Fran outlined the plan. Fran`s family had gone shopping, leaving the house empty. We would all go back to hers, then jump Amy and tie her up, then have some fun. I wasn`t sure about it, but somehow Fran talked me into it.
We caught up with Amy.
" I`m thirsty " Fran announced, " Fancy coming back to mine for a bit? "
" Yeah, might as well, I`m bored with always beating you, slow coach! " Amy replied, looking down her nose at me.
" I`ll get you back soon " I said, trying not to give too much away.
" Ooohhh, scared! " Amy retorted, sarcastically.
Fri Dec 25 22:46:15 1998" At least I don`t skate around all day looking like Pippi Longstocking! " Amy retorted sarcastically.
" I`ll get you back soon. " I said quietly, not wanting to give to much away. I was soon to have my revenge.
We skated to Fran`s, Amy boasting about how she had beaten us. We sat on Fran`s back patio, untying our skates. Fran and I finished first, dashing into the house, leaving Amy trying to undo her double - knotted laces. Fran and I ran into the kitchen. Ducking into a cupboard under the sink, Fran produced several lengths of clothesline. The kitchen was connected to the living room by a door, and we hid behind it on the living room side, waiting for our prey.
My heart was racing. I could hear myself breathing heavily. The back door opened.
" There`d better be ice in my orange juice or I`ll be mad...." Amy threatened from the kitchen.
I was tensed, standing on the right of the door. I looked across at Fran, on the door`s left, who gave me a wink and her famous sly smile.
" Hello...I`m thirsty here! " Amy shouted.
The living room door handle creaked and started to depress. This was it. no going back.
" Where are you - MMMMPPPPHHHHHH!!! " Amy shrieked as I cupped my left hand over her mouth. Her right hand came up to claw at my hand but with my right hand I caught her. Her fingers straightend in terror. I twisted her right arm behind her back and began to apply pressure. Amy tried to scream but only muffled whimpers got out.
Her legs thrashed about, putting me off balance. With one mighty effort, she kicked me in the shin.
I cried out, and momentarily released my grip. However, before she could escape, I regained my grip. Fran had applyed an armlock on Amy`s left arm, shouted, " Lift her! "
Some how we lifted Amy up, leaving her legs kicking at thin air. Her cries for help still silenced by my hand, we carried her hastily over to the nearest settee.
We reached an expensive - looking leather settee, and Fran and I pushed Amy onto it.
Fri Dec 25 22:48:04 1998Amy lay face down on the settee, thrashing wildy. I landed on the thick carpet, nursing a bruised arm. Fran was now astride Amy`s back, frantically trying to restrain her. " Help me Diane! " she yelled.
Amy, now with nothing covering her mouth, screamed for help. Fran had hold of Amy`s left arm, still in the armlock. I got up, and with some effort took hold of Amy`s right arm, twisted it, and brought it back, crossing wrist over wrist. Amy moaned in pain and anguish as Fran quickly bound her with the clothesline.
" GET OFF YOU COW!! " Amy screamed. " YOU`RE DEAD! DEAD!
" Gag her ! " Fran ordered.
" With what!?!? " I frantically looked around. Then it came to me.
I ran around to the rear of the settee, and grabbed hold of Amy`s thrashing left leg. Rolling up the left leg of her white tracksuit bottoms, I pulled off her sock. I seem to remember she wore thick white slouch socks. Running around to the settee`s front, I saw Fran had read my mind. She yanked Amy`s hair back hard, and Amy`s head shot backwards. Her mouth opened wide to scream, but her scream was muffled as I stuffed her thick sock deep into her mouth. Her face twisted in surprise and anger, as she realised her cries for help were now futile. I then took a length of clothesline and tied her ankles, criss-cross fashion. not too tight. Fran climbed off the settee, and let Amy thrash around for a while.
I leant close to Amy`s face. She looked up at me with a mix of anger, hatred and menace in her eyes.
" The best skater are you? Best looking are you?"
I said.
" MMMPPPHHHH! MMMMPPPPPHHH! " Amy replied.
" Well, you`re not so hot now, eh?"
" MMMMPPPHHH!"
" In case you haven`t guessed, this is payback.
Enjoy...... " I said with my best evil snear.
Ignoring Amy`s moans, I took off her other sock, and started to tickle her foot. At first she resisted, then Fran began tickling her other foot.
After twenty minutes, Amy`s face had turned bright red, and tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks
Fri Dec 25 22:52:37 1998She kicked and tried to roll over, but between us we managed to keep her in the face down position. This was torture, and Fran and I enjoyed every minute of it.
After forty minutes we were bored. Amy lay panting for breath, moaning and whimpering into her sock-gag. We decided enough was enough, and removed the gag.
" I`LL KILL YOU! COW! " She shrieked inbetween
gasps for air.
" You`d better be nice if you want to be freed! "
Fran warned.
" Or we`ll torture you again..... " I added.
Amy muttered something nasty, and then said;
" Okay, I`ll be nice from now on. "
" Sounded sarcastic to me . What do you think Diane? " Fran asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. " Maybe she needs more tickling. " I said with a smile.
" NO! NO! I meant it. Please, no more! " Amy pleaded. " I`ll make it up to you! Honest! "
Fran and I looked at each other, still unsure.
" Promise to be our slave for a week? " Fran added.
" Yes, whatever. " Amy said dejectedly.
With that we set about untying her. We both expected her to punch us both out, but instead she composed herself, put her socks back on, and made us all some glasses of orange juice. We spent the rest of the day sunbathing in Fran`s garden, although I don`t think we never discussed our " tickle torture " again. I secretly enjoyed tying up my best friend, but longed to have the chance to be tied up myself. I didn`t have long to wait.
I`ll tell you next time.
Fri Dec 25 22:55:12 1998Hope you all enjoyed my story, please e-mail me with any comments or suggestions!
Sat Dec 26 17:19:11 Central Standard Time 1998Christmas Surprise
Part 3Sorry for the delay I was busy in all the Christmas activities. Anyway where was I? Oh Yeah....
I had waken up to find myself tightly bound to the chair. I tried to wiggle free but I could-not move. Then I looked up to see Kara in one of those 90s type Mrs. Santa Clause outfits. You know -low cut top, santa hat, red boots, tight clothes stuff like that. She had a bit of a surprise for me. I saw behind her a camara mounted and ready to take pictures of me! She came around and took a few and laughed a little. Then she set the camera up and came over and sat up on my lap and took a few like that.
Well how's that for a christmas present?!?
Goku
Mon Dec 28 22:14:04 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1998Softly tied in ropes of white,
Pull and strain, helpless fight.
Fun and games, no choices to make,
For mutual enjoyment, freedom you take.
Tue Dec 29 19:04:30 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1998Hope you like this little poem I penned not so long ago....
It encapsulates how I feel....
PRISONER OF LOVE
Open the doorway to my mind,
A mystical journey of discovery,
The deepest darkest depths of my soul,
Naked desires laid bare for examination,
Give me my freedom.
I want you to tie me up.Wouldst thou wish to know
That which I most desire?
Bound and ( cleave ) gagged
Tied up nice n' tight
Tautly inescapable ropes
I want to be tied up.Bound hand and foot
Elbows gently meet with a lover's touch
Arms pinioned
A picture perfect hogtie
Utterly speechless
I want to be tied up.A crotchrope for company,
Invasion of privacy
Smooth silken cords
Buried deep in my most private parts
Stirring within...
I want to be tied up.Gently insisting ropes
Yet ever so firm
Unyielding, unrelenting, unforgiving,
Going nowhere fast
Helpless in bondage
I want to be tied up.Ethereal cords caress my body,
Body on fire
A lovers special embrace
Prisoner of love
Yours forever
I want to be tied up.Soaring like a bird,
Wild and free
My spirit uncaged, untamed
Mind wanders afar
At peace
I want to be tied up.Will you tie me up?
mason
Tue Dec 29 15:27:03 1998Hello all...
I have not posted in a while, but I've kept up with all of the stories. They are all very, very good. With all of the new people coming and going, the variety and talent has really improved. I just wrote up to ask a question: Does anybody know if there is website that deals only with being tied up while babysitting or being babysat? I was a babysitter myself once, and had a few, ahem, interesting experiences not to different from what has been posted on this page by others. Also, as a person being babysat, let's just say others have felt my rath (see "Emmy, Melissa, and Jessica" in August- I think). Thanks for your help, and keep up the good work.
Kiaren
Tue Dec 29 16:32:58 Eastern Standard Time 1998Kiaren,
I'd like to see babysitter storiesThe Saint
saint@sympatico.ca
Tue Dec 29 15:14:19 PST 1998I was 12 and playning with my friend Mike. Mike's mom was baby sitting us...actually, just making sure we didn't get into trouble. I used to hang out at Mike's house a lot after his mom got off work. She was a substitute teacher at our grade school. Mrs. D had subbed a half day that morning, and she was still dressed from work. She wore a white blouse, gray skirt, and short heels (she said they hurt her feet to stand in heels too long). Mrs. D took her blazer off earlier when she got home. Mike was in the Scouts and was showing me some knots he'd learned. I thought about joinging, but hadn't yet, and was interested in what he had to show. After demonstrating half hitches and clove hitches, he reached behind an old wardrobe in the basement and pulled out a detective magazine. There, on the cover, was a woman dressed in a bra and panties (or was it a bikini) and tied to a chair in what appeared to be a basement. One look at Mike and you could see the excitement. I could feel my own palms sweating up.We combed the magazine for more photos, but found none. Mike remarked how much fun it would be to tie up a woman like that. He said he thought a lot about tying up Miss Kaye, our English teacher. Miss Kaye traditionally wore a white blouse, skirt, and heels to work. Her students joked she had only those in her wardrobe. I commented that Miss Kaye dressed a lot like Mrs. D. Mike stopped cold in his tracks. He told me to waitand then walked up the stairs and into the garage. His dad was away on business a lot, and it wasn't anything for Mike to go in and get tools and things to make little repairs or do little projects. He returned in a minute with two bags of unused clothesline. He ordered, "follow me." On the way to the kitchen, he reached in the hamper and pulled a pair of panty hose. From his room he retrieved his paddle ball, and from the bathroom, he obtained an ace bandage. He quickly broke the ball loose from the elastic.
DK
Tue Dec 29 15:44:18 PST 1998Mrs. Kaye, part 2
He asked me to hold the ball and hose. He positioned himself beside Mrs D and told her he had to practice first aid for the scouts. He needed an adult with whom to practice splints. Amazingly, she agreed. Mike gently sat his mom down in a chair and wound the ace bandage around her right arm. He cut if when he'd wrapped the lenght between the elbow and wrist, leaving a long piece hanging. He followed the same practice on her left arm. I moved behind Mrs. D and waited for Mike to get ready. Quickly, he pulled the loose ends of the bandage together,behind the chair she was sitting in. As he did so, she opened her mouth in surprise and I insterted the red ball in its nylong sling. Pulling as tightly as I could, I tied it off behind her head. An effective ball gag, if I've ever seen one. Mike was busy weaving the clothesline around Mrs. D's body...3 coils over her breasts, 3 coils under. Then on to her feet. She struggled and squirmed, but we had the surprise factor working for us, and before she knew it, she was completely secured.Her blouse conformed perfectly to her body and I have to say, I enjoyed the scene immensely. Angry blue eyes stared at us as she mmmmmpphhhed and aaaarggghhhed. It was fun to watch her struggle. Then she began to lurch in an attempt to make the chair move.DK
Tue Dec 29 15:56:50 PST 1998Mrs. Kaye, part 3
Mrs. Kaye was going to try and struggle free, right in front of us. She repositioned the chair to move the ropes around her next to the edge of utensil drawer. She was trying to get to a knife to cut herself loose. This was going to be fun.Sweat clung to her face and trickled down. Her blouse, not wet with perspiration, clung to her body. She twisted and squirmed, but she was in too tightly. The ace bandage left her no slack to reach up behind her. We had her trapped. Mike thought it would be fun to raid the pantry...snack cakes... and play on the furniture,while his mom helplessly watched.We could see the frustration build for the two hours we had her there. Then Mike realized he could be in trouble. He made a bargain..."Mom, promise not to say anything to Dad, and we'll untie you. If not, you'll be there a while." Mrs. D was true to her word and she promised. It took us about 5mintues to untie her, but we did it. And she kept to her word, too. Mr. D never found out.DK
Tue Dec 29 21:35:40 Eastern Standard Time 1998Mason - nice poem, looking forward to reading more stories about Nicky;
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Keep up the good work all!
Tieher