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Thu Dec 18 12:50:29 1997

When I was about thirteen, my family traveled to another state to visit our relatives. While at an aunt's house, my younger sister Jenny (about 10 at the time) and our cousin Kim (she was closer to 12) went into the backyard to play. My aunt had a very large backyard sloping away from the house. Noticing the girls playing near a large tent that had been set up earlier, I decided to sneak up on them and scare them.

Jumping out from behind a tree, I gave them quite a shock, but then they decided that turn-around was fair play. They chased me around the yard until I was able to pull away and run into the tent.

For a reason still unknown, there were quite a few lengths of rope on the floor in the tent. As the girls closed in, I grabbed the rope and jumped out of the tent and threatened to tie them up. They quickly realized that this fight was two-to-one in their favor and chased me back into the tent.

Not wanting to spoil the fun, with minimal fight I allowed them to tie my hands. I feigned a yell for help, which prompted Jenny to clamp her hand over my mouth. At that point Kim said she would be right back, and ran quickly to the house.

As the girls had not done a thorough job of tying me, I freed my hands and wrestled my sister to the ground. As I was quite a bit stronger, I managed to wrestle her arms behind her back and quickly loop a rope around her wrists. I also tied her ankles and knees together. Wanting to spring a trap on Kim and realizing that I had nothing to gag Jenny with, I convinced her to stay quiet with the threat of hog-tying her.

Before long, Kim dashed into the tent expecting to find me still helpless on the floor. Instead I grabbed her and, after a short struggle, was able to tie her hands tightly behind her back. It was only then that I realized what Kim had gone to the house to get. Lying next to her were two large white handkerchiefs. Upon inquisition, she admitted that one was for a blindfold and the other was for a gag. It's funny how sometimes thing work out better than you could have ever planned them.

I finished tying up Kim's ankles and knees with additional rope and folded the handkerchiefs. Among cries of "What are you going to do with that?" I made my way behind Kim and pulled the white handkerchief over her mouth. I made sure that the gag was very tight as I tied the knot behind her head. Jenny, realizing she had been duped, started to object that she was already being quiet when I tied a gag over her mouth turning her protests into "mmmppphh's". Each girl struggled for while and Jenny was able to slip the gag off her mouth - after which I simply replaced it even tighter. I admit that white handkerchief over-the-mouth gags are not the most effective, but I have always thoroughly enjoyed the way they look (even to this day they are my favorite - anybody else's too?). I think Kim either didn't mind the gag or she enjoyed playing along because she simply struggled and mmmpphhed. I left them there for quite a while before releasing them to threats that they would get even - but that's another story. I think that set a trend as a lot happened that particular trip - to my chagrin. :)

JCL

Thu Dec 18 21:08:22 1997

Another memory from my childhood takes place when I was around 16. My older sister Ann (she was 18) and I would spend summer nights lying in front of the television watching the late movie or a detective show after the family had gone to bed. As sibling relationships go, Ann enjoyed picking on me. During those summer nights, this consisted of surprising me as I lie in front of her on the floor. At first she would simply start tickling me on the ribs, but this would never go very far as I would start laughing and cry "stop, stop". My parents would inevitably call out from their upstairs bedroom for us to keep it down.

After a few nights like this and some annoyed parents, Ann tried a new approach. While I was engrossed in the TV show, she would suddenly clamp her hand tightly over my mouth and quickly get in a few tickles before I could make a sound. Of course, this would only last a few seconds before I would struggle free, but it accomplished her goals. It makes no sense to yell out or laugh loudly after you are no longer being tickled. At that age I didn't yet fully understand why being grabbed from behind by a girl was so exciting, but I did know that if she could do it, so could I.

After a few nights of role reversal, I perfected an attack whereby I was able to pin her arms to her side and at the same time keep my hand firmly clamped over her mouth. Sitting on her back, I could keep her arms pinned with my legs, keep her quiet with one hand and tickle her with the other. This was exhilarating - it almost felt like I was kidnapping her. Of course, it was only time before my mind moved on to better things...

One night, I stashed a couple of white handkerchiefs and some old ties (with slipknots) from my dad's closet under some pillows on the floor near where we usually lay. As we watched TV that night I had a hard time concentrating on the show. I waited until she seemed preoccupied, then sprung my trap. I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth and pinned her arms to her side. However, as she lay there waiting to be tickled, I reached under the pillows and pulled out my stash. I could see her eyes get big as she realized what was happening. I stuffed one handkerchief into her mouth and, as both of my hands were free, tied the other handkerchief tightly over her mouth. All she could do was mutter soft "mmmppphhs" under the gag.

With her now quiet, I pulled one arm behind her and fastened the slipknot to her wrist. Using my legs to control her arms, I pulled her other arm back and tied her wrists together. I still remember that look on her face as she realized how helpless she was. Her big eyes looking out from over the tight gag. Using the other ties, I bound her ankles and her knees together. For good measure, I wrapped a final tie around her torso to pin her arms to her side. She was really helpless. Later, she did manage to push the gag down by rubbing her face on the carpet, but I put it back in place and tied it tighter.

I really enjoyed the movie that night, although I won't ever remember what it was. I did feel obligated to tickle her a little as I didn't want her to realize that I had gone to all this trouble just to tie her up. It's funny when you are young - you don't connect tying a girl up with a sexual experience, but you love doing it just the same. This makes sisters fair (and easy) game. I finally let her loose after a half-hour or so. She swore that she would get even with me, and she did.

JCL

Fri Dec 19 16:48:00 1997

As requested, I will tell you one of the times that my older sister was able to extract revenge on me for tying her up. As a side note, it is funny referring to this as revenge, as if we don't want it to happen. Many of the situations I provoked with my sisters were specifically to get them to tie me up after I was finished with them. Inspiring comments like "You could never do that to me", etc. went a long way toward manipulating them into doing what I wanted them to do in the first place. Enough psychological banter - on to the story.

After I was able to surprise my older sister, Ann, that night while watching TV, she seemed bent on turning the tables. Of course, you are never fully aware of the plot, save some passing comments like "I'm still going to get you back". Half of the fun of these situations is the anticipation and the fantasizing about how it is going to take place.

I have always been a very tight sleeper and I will often sleep on my side or stomach. One afternoon, I decided to take a nap in my bedroom, as my summer job would sometimes require me to work early mornings. Ann must have realized this (my bedroom lights were turned off) and she was able to quietly sneak into my room. While I was asleep, Ann managed to slowly pull my arms behind my back without waking me and wrap some rope around my wrists. It was at that point that I woke up. When most people wake up, they are a bit groggy for moment. I had been asleep for a half-hour or more and was definitely not in complete command of my senses when I awoke. I felt the rope around my wrists tighten and could feel her tying a knot. In my state of grogginess, I looked back over my shoulder at her and exclaim, "What are you doing?"

"Payback time!" is what I think she said.

The next thing I know she is stuffing a handkerchief into my mouth to keep me quiet. Another side note: Many girls grew up on Nancy Drew mystery novels. If you ever read these books you will realize that the criminals often gag the protagonist (Nancy) by simply stuffing a handkerchief in her mouth. I think Ann had read too many of these books, as she seemed to believe that was sufficient to keep me quiet. Realizing that this arrangement was not going to work and that she had no more handkerchiefs with her, Ann kept her hand over my mouth and started looking around the room. She must have struck upon an idea as she piled a few pillows on my head to keep me quiet temporarily as she jumped from the bed. By the time I had worked my head clear of the pillows and had spitted out the handkerchief, she was back. She had dashed into my closet and had grabbed one of my few ties (I was 16 remember). She stuffed the handkerchief back in and kept it there by winding one of the ties around my head a couple times. As that did the trick, she proceeded to tie my ankles together with rope. When finished, Ann covered me back up with the sheet to make it look as if I was still taking a nap and she left. I do remember some type of snide comment like "Enjoy your nap" or something like that as she closed the door behind her.

Now this story may seem rather ordinary, but here is where it gets a little strange. By this time I realize that I can't free (or I don't want to) nor can I make much of a sound. About ten minutes have passed and I'm thinking that Ann has got to be coming back sometime soon when there is a knock on my door - it was my mom. Our privacy was usually pretty well respected but this time she opened the door and stuck her head in to see if I was awake. I still remember the stunned look on her face as she realized I was gagged. This is turning in to a real embarrassing situation for me - no one wants their mom to be any part of any situation like this. She ran over to the bed, quickly untied the tie cleave gag, and asked me what happened. She had been away shopping, had just returned and was wondering where the kids were. Her natural response to the scene that faced her was one of horror. She told me later that she thought a burglar had raided the house while she was gone. After I embarrassingly explained to her that it was just Ann getting back at me she relaxed. She looked down at my tie that Ann had used and scolded her under her breath.

"I can't believe she used your nice tie."

It was then that I should have realized that Mom still had a little kid in her because she got up, put the tie back into my closet, and walked out of the room muttering "I'll be right back".

I, of course, believed she was going for the scissors. However, when she returned she was carrying a couple of white handkerchiefs from her room. As I watched her stunned, she took one of the handkerchiefs and pushed it into my mouth. She folded the other handkerchief into a triangular shaped gag and tied it pretty tightly over my mouth. I was still stunned and did not put up any fight. She left me there for Ann to release later (another half-hour or so).

To this day I have never figured out why she did that. Maybe she knew what I had done to Ann; maybe she just didn't want to interfere with our "games". I do know that she used to tape our (me and my sisters) mouths shut when we said "naughty" words when we were younger. Chalk it up to one heck of a strange experience.

JCL

Sat Dec 20 14:41:20 1997

I will share yet another tale from my childhood. As you may have been able to tell by now, I was quite prolific at provoking these types of situations. However, at some point I will run out as I refuse to manufacture stories from fantasy. I would love to hear from others that venture onto this page. By the way, I know my stories are long, but I believe detail is what crafts a fine tale. Please let me know if you disagree.

When I was around 15 and my little sister Jenny was 13, I was able to induce her into yet another "game" while the parents were away. You might wonder how Jenny took all this "punishment" over the years. She always knew I loved her, but she still kids me at family get-togethers about my tendency to tie her up as a child. It is embarrassing now, but I think it is worth it. After all, what are memories worth? I can always justify it by mentioning that I was an immature kid that was just playing around (and experimenting to some degree I guess). Back to the situation brewing.

I knew my mom was going to be gone for some time that afternoon, my older sister was working and my dad was at work. I was to "baby-sit" my sister until they returned. Usually, in this type of scenario, my sister would invite some friends over (which is another story or three) and I would entertain myself. However, I guess no friends were available as we were left to our devices. After messing around for a little while, she suggested a little role-playing (I did not discourage her as this concept usually led to something). She had always been a fan of the old Batman and the Wonderfriends series, so she wished to play a superheroine. Of course, there has to be conflict, so I chose to be a villain.

We decided to spice things up a little by putting together costumes first. I scrounged through my father's closet and was able to find a "thug" cap and a bandanna. A black sweatshirt and jeans completed my costume. Meanwhile, Jenny had gone about her superheroine ensemble. She had fashioned a "Wonder Woman" hairpiece from foil and construction paper and had "made" a cape from some material that was lying around. To this she added her blue leotard without leggings and a pair of boots from my mom's closet. Now this all happened in the mid-to-late 1970s. My mom had kept much of her clothes from the early seventies including several pair of boots. The boots Jenny had selected were the tight white go-go boots with about a 2" heel that zipped up on the side. This pair was rather tall and would fit my mother up to the top of her knees. On Jenny, they pulled up even higher. At 13, Jenny had already developed substantially and she was able to wear this outfit rather well. I am not adding this to voice my sexual attraction (because this was my sister and there was none) but to describe the scene a little better. It was agreed that I was to rob this "bank" and she was to track me down and capture me. Of course, I had a little different scenario in mind. We did agree that she was much stronger than I (being a superheroine after all), but my dart gun was able to render her helpless. With that the game began.

She waited in her "Batcave" while I pulled the job and hid. After a slight delay, she came running down the stairs to investigate. Meanwhile, I had hid in a downstairs closet and was rummaging through the villain tools that I carried. You know: dart gun, extra darts, rope, and some white handkerchiefs. It wasn't long before she traced me to my hideout and the battle began. I allowed her to throw me across the bed a few times to get her into it and then pulled out my dart gun and fired. The first dart glanced off her cape, which unbeknownst to me was dart proof (kids like to make up rules as they go). As she went to knock the gun out of my hand I was able to land the telling blow: a dart to the chest. Of course, this rendered her helpless and she collapsed on the bed and went through those few seconds of agony every kid has played out when they are shot during any game.

As she lie there pretending to be stunned, I put my plan into action. I pulled in a chair from the other room and set it near the bed. At this point Jenny is getting curious so I explain that disabled superheroines are not at liberty to question things. To make my point, I pumped another dart into her arm. I then, half-carried, half-dragged her to the chair and made her sit upright. Some rope was produced and I tied her hands together behind the chair. I could tell that this was not what she had in mind when the game started but one must go along with the rules - and she was helpless. I used another long rope to encircle her arms and body many times and tie her to the chair. More rope (villains carry lots of rope) was used to tie her ankles together and to one of the chair legs. I used a final piece of rope to tie her knees together - just over her knees and just under the top of the boots. At this point she was entirely helpless. Any good villain knows to keep his victim quiet so I took one of the handkerchiefs, folded it into a small triangle and stuffed it into her mouth.

Another handkerchief was folded and tied very tightly over her mouth. Now I know that this gag is not the best, but I sure like the way it looks. I think she understood that she was not meant to scream and played along with things. She just sat there struggling against the rope and mmmppphhing to my delight. I remember explaining to her that I was going to go rob another bank and I would be back in a few minutes. Naturally, this was meant to induce her to struggle and try to break free while I was gone. I wanted to watch this and blindfolded her before I "left" the room. It is interesting that as a child I never realized exactly what I was doing but I loved doing it. I stood there and watched her struggle for a while imagining that this was not my sister but some true heroine in distress. She remained that way for about ten minutes before I announced I was returning. I loosened the ropes just enough so that she could get free and then announced that I was out on another job.

At this point in my "career" I knew how to just push enough buttons that would almost inevitably assure that I would be the next to get the "treatment". It sure worked this time. By the time she was free and had tracked me down again, I was really in for it. That day was certainly one day that I wished I had more time before the folks returned. You know; you want to make sure all the rope and gag marks have reasonably disappeared before they come back and get curious.

JCL

Sat Jan 17 21:39:02 CST 1998

Canuck, you asked and you shall receive. By the way, if alex will share the much sought after slumber party story and John2 will divulge another babysitter story, I will gladly recount the time my older sister (Ann) tied up and gagged my younger sister (Jenny), and how Jenny subsequently enlisted my help in giving the same treatment to Ann. But those stories will have to wait. Note: For those of you that do not like girls tie up boy stories, skip this posting.

To set the conditions for this story, refer back to a posting in the Nov-Dec97 group concerning my younger sister Jenny and our cousin Kim. An attempt by them to restrain me backfired and resulted in both of them being tied up and gagged. It was the next day that the tables were turned. Mid-morning, my parents left with my aunt to visit another relative, leaving me alone with Ann, Jenny and Kim. My aunt has a large house that had three stories, if you included the basement. Ann and I were reading down in the den in the basement when I heard Jenny call out my name from upstairs. "Can you come up here for a second?"

I replied that I was busy reading and could she come down here. I should have known from the tone of her voice that something was up - but I was too engrossed in my reading to notice. She called out a few more times, but then gave up after I would not budge. It was a few minutes later that she and Kim bounded down the stairs holding something behind their backs.

"We've got something neat to show you, but you have to close you eyes." Kim said.

I told them to show me, refusing to shut my eyes. They pleaded and insisted that I play along with their charade. After much prodding from them and my sister Ann, I agreed and shut my eyes. After the usual "no peaking" comments and checks for compliance, I suddenly found myself set upon by both girls.

They wrestled me down on the couch and attempted to pull my arms behind me. Surprised by the attack, I fought back and was able to keep the girls at bay. It was the next moment that I knew that I was in trouble.

Jenny looked over and pleaded "Ann, help us." I don't think Ann knew what was going on, but if it was a battle of the genders, she knew which side she was on.

With Ann's help, they were able to pin my arms behind my back while Kim tied a rope tightly around my wrists. I struggled against the rope but it didn't take long to realize the girls were not going to make the same mistake twice (see earlier posting).

With me relatively helpless sitting there on the couch, Jenny explained to Ann what was occurring. As I tried to explain that they started it, Kim, who had unknowingly made her way around behind me, suddenly pulled a folded white handkerchief tightly over my mouth, knotting it securely behind my neck. I was so surprised by the quickness of this attack that I sat there stunned. The girls forced me to my feet and with Ann's blessing, marched me upstairs to the top floor and Kim's room.

I was seated on a chair near a desk in the room and my ankles were tied together. Kim then tied my knees together and wrapped a longer rope around my torso numerous times.

It was a thorough job. I did manage to push the handkerchief down off of my mouth but before I could say more than a few words Kim had stuffed another handkerchief in my mouth. With Jenny's help, Kim pulled the first handkerchief back over my mouth and tied it incredibly tight. I really felt helpless. This was one of the few times in my childhood that I felt that I could not escape or yell for help. Kim had tied the gag so tightly that I could not slip it off. I just sat there and looked at them. Convinced of their success, they proceeded to play in the room until Kim decided to add a blindfold.

They left me like that for at least an hour. I couldn't see, move, or say anything. Ann did check in on me once, only to exclaim that she liked me better that way. I felt pretty submissive by the time I was released. Jenny and Kim warned me in their playful way to not try anything or expect a repeat performance. I did anyway. But that is fodder for another day.

JCL

Thu Jan 22 03:11:09 1998

I've been reading this page for a while now, and I think it's about time I contributed something. I've a number of stories to choose from, but perhaps the most applicable (considering the current emphasis on babysitters) happened when I was about 12. My mum and dad went out a lot when I was young, and for their own reasons they employed a string of babysitters over the years. They never really settled on a single choice. One of the last babysitters I ever had was this really beautiful 16 or 17 year old named Sherry. When I say beautiful I mean in a real "street wise" kind of way. She almost always wore leather jackets and jeans, and her hair was always cut short, but even underneath all that she had an unbelievable sexy allure. Even at 12 years of age I was attracted to her - so I took no end of enjoyment when we used to clown around and play fight. Quite often our play fights would turn into mock wrestling matches. And being the skinny, gawky kid I was, she would always end up straddling me, with her weight pinning my arms to the floor.

One night I told her it wasn't fair that she always won. After all, she was bigger and older than me. She laughed at me and said even with one arm she could whip my ass. And then, without thinking, I said: "What about none?". I swear, straight away, this gleam came into Sherry's eyes, and she told me to get something to tie her up with.

I jumped up and ran into my bedroom - already excited. I had recently discovered that the sight of a bound woman was truly alluring for me, so I wasn't about to let an opportunity like this pass up. I grabbed two bathrobe belts and rushed back out to Sherry. She turned around and I preceeded to tie her hands at the small of her back, but not too tightly, since I didn't want this game to end just because I was too eager. When I was finished, Sherry twisted a bit and then told me I better tie them tighter if I didn't want her to get loose. So I did as she asked. After my second attempt she seemed satisfied, and with a laugh she told me it was clobbering time. Our little wrestling match began . . . but this time things were slightly in my favour.

After a couple of minutes of laughing, struggling and heavy breathing, I finally managed to pin Sherry down. Now I was sitting astride HER and we were both laughing uncontrollably. I told her, between giggles, that she deserved some kind of punishment for losing. She agreed, so I removed the second bathrobe belt from the pocket of my shorts and began binding her ankles tightly together over the cuffs of her jeans. Sherry struggled good naturedly, but in the end submitted to the binding.

"So now what?" she said when I was finished and she had managed to pull herself into a sitting position. I could see she was experimenting with her bonds, but she didn't seem to be getting very far. Nonetheless, I wasn't quite content yet.

"I don't think you should be allowed to talk for starters," I said as I charged off to my parent's bedroom.

I heard her call out things like: no way, you're not going to gag me ... are you? as I rummaged though my parent's drawers. When I came back I held two of my dad's handkerchiefs and two of my mum's thick winter scarves.

I sat down behind Sherry and amid her increasingly loud (but somehow unforceful) protests, I gagged her. I balled up the two handkerchiefs and stuffed them into Sherry's mouth - instantly silencing her. Then, before she could force them out with her tongue, I pulled one scarf in between her lips, effectively cleave gagging her. While she was busy working on the constricting gag and trying to communicate muffled mmmmphhss to me, I proceeded to blindfolded her with the other scarf. My part in proceedings done, I sat back and watched Sherry struggle against her bonds. I'm happy to say she didn't get very far (that wasn't my first experience in binding a member of the opposite sex), as about the only thing she did effectively was grunt and groan and mmmpph her way though about 20 captive minutes. When I eventually did untie her, she didn't seem at all upset. We just packed everything up, and pretty soon, Sherry told me I had better get to bed. There were no promises of revenge (although it did occur) - everything just returned to normal. and that's it. I hope that wasn't too long, and that's the kind of experience everybody wants to hear about. Please let me know one way or the other.

Ash

Wed Jan 21 16:46:56 CST 1998

Ash, by the way, I think the more descriptive the story the better. Longer stories are better in my humble opinion. I've now got four more experiences written offline. I'll throw one in now to keep the ball moving.

The following occurred when I was a wee lad of 14, my older sister Ann was 16 and Jenny must have been 11. It started as any other ordinary day after school.

My mother had, as usual, left us alone to our own devices. The girls were off doing something I was unaware of and I was in my room reading or working on a model. Suddenly I heard a knock on my door from the bathroom that I shared with Ann. It was Ann and she asked me to come into her room, as she needed some help. She didn't explain what, but she seemed in a hurry. I followed her into her room and to my surprise, Jenny is seated on Ann's desk chair all tied up and gagged. I don't know what happened nor do I remember finding out later why this occurred. Ann said something about not being able to keep Jenny quiet enough and wondered if I might have any ideas.

"Any ideas?" I thought. "Boy do I have the ideas".

Ann said that she had tried stuffing a handkerchief in Jenny's mouth and had tried a cleave gag but was having only limited success. This was one of those times that I knew required an effective gag as Jenny seemed to be fighting every attempt to restrain her. Ann walked over to Jenny and clamped her hand over her mouth while I surveyed the situation.

Jenny currently was cleave-gagged with a handkerchief. There was not enough material in her mouth to prevent her screams so I knew I was going to have to stuff something in her mouth.

I also needed something to keep it in. Under my direction, Ann removed the cleave gag, wadded the cloth together and stuffed it into Jenny's mouth. She pulled another handkerchief over the packing and tied it tightly behind Jenny's head. That seemed to muffle the shrill screams for help, but I needed something to quiet the loud "mmmppphhs" she still emitted. I finally ran down to the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen towel (the thin cloth type) and returned. Handing it to Ann, I told her to tie it tightly over her mouth. That seemed to do the job as Jenny began to quiet down and give in. Ann had done a good job tying Jenny up. Her hands were bound behind her back and her ankles were tied together and then to a chair leg. Ann had also used a long rope to pin Jenny's arms to her sides by wrapping it around her torso. That rope looked particularly tight as Jenny appeared to bulge out from under it even though Jenny was not overweight by any standard. Jenny just glared at Ann as she could hardly move under the taut ropes. I stood there for a moment before leaving and pondered what would happen if I tried to tie up and gag Ann. I would have had a hard time getting that kind of advantage over her without some element of surprise. I finally ruled out that possibility and left the girls to their game - whatever it was. As it turned out, that was my best choice, as Jenny did not see me as the instigator in this ruse. She later employed me to turn the tables on Ann. That will be my next story.

JCL

Thu Jan 22 09:31:01 CST 1998

It was a day or two later that Jenny decided to extract her revenge. Mom was gone again and Ann was upstairs studying quietly. Jenny called me down to her room and laid out her plan to me. Ann was not afraid of Jenny as she was much younger and therefore would not be cautious about coming down to her room. I was to hide behind the door with rope and gag, and grab her as she entered. Jenny figured (correctly) that we would be too much for Ann in a combined attack. She had gathered some rope (a lot of rope I remember) and a couple of handkerchiefs. As I waited impatiently behind the door, Jenny fetched Ann. As a side note, I never did turn down a chance to tie up either sister, but Ann was my favorite. She was older, more developed and was quite attractive with long blonde hair. I am still very close with both of my sisters but have always thought that Ann looked much better mewing behind a tight gag. However, as Ann was older, I rarely was able to place her in such a predicament. I figured the present was as good as any time to go for it. I heard the girls coming down the hallway - Jenny was first. As Ann passed by the door I grabbed one arm and pulled it behind her. I clamped my other hand over her mouth. Jenny quickly responded by grabbing her other arm and pulling it also behind her back. Ann was clearly surprised. We wrestled her to the bed pinning her on her stomach. As I held her arms, Jenny tied her wrists together. At this point, I had removed my hand from her mouth, so Ann began to yell for help (somewhat less earnestly than would be ordinarily expected). Of course, this was not of much benefit in a house in which only the kidnappers can hear you, but she continued anyway. I remember Jenny telling me to gag Ann - as if I needed prompting. As she opened her mouth to emit another yell, I stuffed in a handkerchief. This seemed to quiet things a bit. Once the packing was in, Ann just seemed to go along with things - either she realized that she would have no choice or she didn't really mind. Come to think of it, Ann acted that way each time I tied her up. She would fight you as you tied her up, but she would never resist being gagged. Maybe she expected it. Anyway, as I pulled the other handkerchief up to her mouth, Ann closed her mouth around the packing and more or less let me tie the handkerchief so it tightly covered her mouth. She stayed quiet after that. Meanwhile, Jenny had taken some more rope and had bound Ann's ankles and knees. As we stepped back to survey our progress, Ann began to squirm on the bed, making mmmppphh noises under the gag. Finally, Jenny pulled her up into a seated position on the side of the bed. I didn’t realize what she was doing at first, but Jenny pulled out the long rope that Ann had used on her earlier and began to wind it around her arms and body. Ann looked up at me, helplessly, almost pleading with me with her eyes from over the tight white gag to get Jenny to lay off. I didn't intervene. Jenny kept winding the rope around her, pulling it taut after each loop. Ann seemed to let out a slight mmmppphh after each tightening. Finally tying the rope off, she stepped back to admire her work. It was stunning. Ann looked the most helpless that she ever did - her ropes were quite secure and her tight gag was pulled so snugly over her mouth. I asked Jenny if she anything else planned for Ann, but she answered negatively as she left the room to watch TV in the den. I stayed with Ann for a few more minutes, asking her if she was in any pain.

She shook her head "No". I told her I would make sure Jenny released her soon as I followed Jenny to the den. Jenny and I must have watched at least 30 minutes of TV when I got up and told her that I was going to release Ann. When I got to the room, Ann was almost as we left her, except she had lain down on the bed. I slowly, untied her; the rope around her body first, then the ankles and the knees. I wanted to enjoy the look on her tightly gagged face as long as possible. I finally untied the gag, before releasing her hands. I think her first comments were something like, "Now I know what it's like to be kidnapped." I apologizingly said that I thought Jenny went ballistic with the ropes. Ann replied, "Yea, but that gag was awfully tight too." Unfortunately, that seemed to end that series of escapades. I had hoped that I would be next in line for the treatment. As it turned out, I would have better luck (both ways) with Jenny and her neighborhood friend Chris - but that is another story.

JCL

Thu Jan 22 09:33:26 CST 1998

My little sister's friend Chris was about a year older than she was. She lived in a house down the street and would often come over to play after school (in fact a little too often if my mother had any say in it). She was quite attractive (and only about a year younger than I was) with light brown curly hair and dark brown eyes that could look right through you. She was always a lot of fun but her mom was a real pain in the…(well you know where). Anyway, Chris and Jenny were both fans of the Nancy Drew mystery novels and would often trade so they could read each one. As a side note, from reading some of the entries on this page and others, I get this strong feeling that I wasn't the only guy that read them too. I have to admit that I was only interested in the books that had Nancy or one of her friends getting tied up though. I guess I got my start between those books and Saturday morning cartoons. Well, Chris and Jenny liked to pretend at times that they were a pair of girl sleuths like in the stories. Most of the time they would do this off on their own - attempting to create a mystery out of nothing. Occasionally, I would help set up a mystery for them or play along. There were I believe three times that this led to somebody getting tied up - once with both of them, once with just Chris, and once with Chris and then me. I'll recount the time that just Chris got it for now - the other stories will have to wait.

It was one of those days that the house was empty and I was left alone with Jenny. Chris dropped by and they decided to play their sleuth game again. The girls asked me to set something up, but aware of my opportunity, I suggested that they try to pattern it after an actual Nancy Drew story. I acted as if I was grabbing one at random, but purposefully reached for (I am not going to remember the actual title) "The Case of the Tapping Heels". I knew this book contained a part where Nancy was tied up and gagged and was trying to communicate her position by tapping her heels on the wall or something. They agreed, not yet knowing the title that I had chosen. I suggested that Chris be Nancy this time (it always seemed that the resident of the house in which the game was played got the best part). After a little discussion, it was decided. Now I don't remember how we got to that part of the book, as I was way to interested in the ending to notice, but we somehow got to the part where Nancy is investigating and is kidnapped. The girls were reading a little while I scampered around collecting my kidnapper's tools. I was waiting downstairs when Chris finally emerged from Jenny's room and started searching for clues. As she was making her way into the den, I grabbed her from behind and clamped my hand over her mouth. She must have read ahead as she seemed to fully expect this. To my delight, she played along, mmmppphhing and pretending to try and get away. I said something like "Nancy Drew, you've snooped in the wrong place this time."

That comment seemed to she really began to play along. I "dragged" her into the downstairs bedroom and put her on the bed. I shut the door and turned to find her sitting up with her wrists crossed behind her back. Ah, a willing victim! I pulled out some rope that I had stashed and tied her hands securely together. I used another rope to tie her ankles together. At this point I didn’t want to seem to eager, as I was not sure how much she would hold me to the exact story in the book. I finally decided to add one more long rope wrapped many times around her body. That seemed to do the trick and she seemed quite content with the progress, acting as if she was a poor damsel in distress in the clutches of some evil villain. I won't forget that she did break character for a second to tell me that I needed to gag her as Nancy is not able to talk in that particular scene. As this was the first time for me to tie up Chris, I did want to scare her by stuffing something in her mouth. I simply took a white handkerchief, folded it, and walked around behind her. Chris closed her lips and held her head back to allow me to position the gag over her mouth, just under her nose. I pulled the handkerchief snugly over her mouth and, after several tries, was able to tie it very tightly in the nape of her neck. The gag was quite snug and her cheeks bulged out from over the white cloth. She didn't seem to mind and went back to being Nancy captured by the villain. I, of course, enjoyed this tremendously and couldn't help but sit there and watch.

After a bit of struggling, I went out to look for Jenny. The villain does not get caught at this point, so I had to hide before she came down. Chris was still struggling on the bed, so I dragged her on to the floor so she could tap on the wall. With all that struggling, her gag had slipped down a bit, so I pulled it back up under her nose. I had a hard time leaving her like that - those big brown eyes looking out from over a tight white gag. As this was the first time that I tied up someone from outside the family, the enjoyment was more thorough. As I left the room, she watched me, struggling and mmmpphhhing the whole time. Jenny found her a few minutes later and freed her. As I said, there were two other times that I can remember where our little adventures ended in somebody getting tied up.

JCL

Thu Jan 22 09:35:27 CST 1998

The time I managed to tie both Chris and Jenny up was under a similar situation as the previous story. The girls were home playing and I believe that my mom and Ann were out shopping. The girls asked me to set up another mystery for them to solve. This time I suggested that we not work with any preconceived plans. I was to be the bad guy and was going to steal a "valuable jewel" (one of my mom's pieces of costume jewelry) from a museum. The girls were going to find the jewel via clues that I would leave for them. These clues consisted of rhymes which when solved, gave some hint to where the jewel was hidden. I also got the girls to agree that my room as the master criminal's hideout and they weren't allowed to search in there no matter what happened. I promised to hide the jewel some other place in the house. I really didn't have any devious plan for them both when I set this up, but I knew I always had to be ready for opportunities. Well, as the game progressed, the girls got closer and closer to the location of the jewel through figuring out the clues. I believe it was at this point that I started getting some ideas. From my "hideout" I could peek out the door and see the jewel's hiding place. Somehow during the search, the girls decided to split up, with Chris combing through the upstairs. I could see her scouring the area near the jewel and decided to make my move.

Creeping up on her from behind, I grabbed her arms with one hand and clamped the other over her mouth. She fought for a second, then realizing that this was part of the game, played along. I dragged her into my hideout and kicked the door shut. Temporarily releasing her, I told her that she had gotten too close to the whereabouts of the jewel and she was being kidnapped. I coaxed her onto my desk chair and pulled her arms behind her back. With one piece of rope I tied her hands behind the chair back and then fastened the rope to the chair. Now I admit, I didn't get a long enough view of Chris the previous time, so I decided to gag her as quick as possible the next time I had the chance. This was it. I took a white handkerchief and pushed it into her mouth. I think this surprised her as: (1) I don't think she was expecting me to gag her yet and (2) She looked at me questioningly as I did it as if she didn't expect something stuffed in her mouth. I didn't hesitate though, tying another handkerchief quickly and snugly over her mouth. I may have mentioned earlier that I thought at the time that Chris was pretty exceptional looking and I couldn't resist the idea of her watching me tie her up with those big dark eyes from over a tight white gag. I used another piece of rope to tie her ankles together and then to a chair leg. Chris must have been little unsure of this, as she seemed concerned at not being able to free herself or talk.

I must admit that it certainly added to my excitement watching her struggle, realizing that she was quite helpless. I used one more rope, wrapping it around her body, tying her to the chair. My desk in that house was somewhat isolated from the rest of my room. It was positioned in such a way as to not be visible from the door, or the majority of my room. From where Chris was tied up and gagged, someone could have walked halfway into my room before noticing her. With a little noise from my stereo, no one would know what I had stored in my room. Before long there was a knock on my door - of course it was Jenny. I immediately notified her of our rule about the criminal's hideout but opened the door slightly anyway. Jenny was inquiring about the whereabouts of her friend. I have to admit that it was pretty exciting telling her I hadn't seen her, when I had Chris bound and gagged not more than 10 feet away from me around a corner. The stereo music must have done the trick as Jenny continued her search for Chris elsewhere. I waited a few minutes, watching Chris struggle (playfully I think) and mmmppphhh. I knew this couldn’t last for long, so I reasoned that I either had to let Jenny in on what happened, or kidnap her too. I decided on the latter. Quickly I scribbled on a note that if Jenny wanted to see her friend again alive, she would have to sit in a certain chair in the den and close her eyes. I left the note out for her to find and in no time, Jenny was waiting in the chair. At first she didn’t want to play along, but I told her that if she ever wanted to solve the case, she would need to comply.

I took a piece of black cloth and blindfolded her with it. I then explained to her that as there were two of them and one of me, I would need to tie her hands to protect myself from a counterattack (I told you I was good at pushing the right buttons - although it didn't work this time). She reluctantly allowed me and I tied her wrists together behind her back. Slowly leading her up the stairs, I escorted her into my room. With the stereo still playing and Chris struggling quietly in her chair, I positioned Jenny in front of Chris and removed her blindfold. You should have seen the surprised look on her face when she saw her friend all trussed up and gagged. She started to protest, so I stuffed a handkerchief from a pocket into her mouth and tied another tightly covering it. Pushing her down on the bed, I bound her ankles together and even attached a rope from her ankles to her wrists, pulling her into a loose hog-tie. This was a sight of sights - both girls struggling but unable to free themselves; both sets of eyes watching me pleadingly from over the tight gags. I retrieved the jewel, set it on the bed next to Jenny and teased them about the bad guy winning this time. They both struggled for while, but the rope and gags held. After a few more minutes I released the hog-tie and left the room to see if they could escape. Five minutes later I returned to find them trying, but still both bound and gagged. A little more loosening and a little more time did the trick. They threatened to get me back, but it wasn't until at least a few months later that they did. Of course, I managed to give Chris the treatment one final time first.

Bob, Sorry for being such a hog. I hope I didn't use too much space. I'll check in with ya'all sometime in the future. Best Wishes!

JCL

Thu Jan 22 09:48:54 Hora estándar de México 1998

I have several bondage experiences that i will tell you from time to time. I love this page, all the stories are awsome! I was 16 and in high school when I saw my friend Cesar bind a girl called Alejandra in a lab practice we had. Cesar found a rope that had been used in another experiment before, she grabbed Alejandras hands, put them behind her back and he began tying them up. At first, Alejandra did not complain, until she realized she could not get free. She had a scarf on her head, and Cesar used it to blindfold her with it. Everybody in the classroom enjoyed the joke Cesar had played on Alejandra, especcialy Paulina (Cesar's girlfriend) and Vanesa the most incredible looking girl in the room. They both thought it was really funny to see their friend tied up and they begun turning her around to get her dizzy.The scarf that blinded Alejandra was not too tight and she managed to slide it all the way down to her neck. The bell rang and it was time to go back to uor classroom. Paulina and Vanesa wispered to each other and told Alejandra " Don't think you are going to be saved by the bell from this ". As soon as Alejandra was going to say something, Paulina lifted the scarf from Alejandras neck to her mouth while Vanesa tightended it from behind. They both draged Alejandra to our class room and many people from other classes saw her bound and gagged. It was a bit embarassing for her but it was a hell of a treat for me! I'm sorry for my mis spelling, english is not my first language ( I'm Mexican ). Thanks and keep posting! I sure will. :)

Exacta

Sat Jan 31 16:32:57 UTC 1998

This is my first experience of tying a girl *effectively*. Like most of the postings here, it happened when I was a kid. I was about 10, my friend Bob was 11 and his sister Jill about 12 (all names slightly obfuscated). Bob was a really close friend for several years; we were at the same primary school and were 'best friends' until his family moved away. Together, we used to do the usual sort of kids' things, we rode our bikes together, he taught me chess or we just watched TV together. With Jill around, we tended to be more boisterous and (yes, I'm getting to it) one of the games was tying each other up and seeing who could escape.

The rope we used was my Mum's old washing line. It was a smooth white PVC coated cotton rope about 5mm in diameter. It was also getting rather stiff and brittle and had broken in several places (which is why Mum had discarded it). The problem was that knots were quite difficult to tie securely - especially for small fingers. The upshot of this was that although Jill could tie Bob or me up quite effectively and inescapably, we could never do the same to her.

This difficulty became the source of a certain pride on her part and frustration on ours. Jill was not, however, averse to us trying to tie her up from time to time and quite enjoyed showing off her escaping skills. The tie-up we used was a fairly standard as-seen-on-TV approach. We would tie Jill's wrists behind her back with a short length of rope, probably going round about three times and knotted off with a reef knot (square knot). We would similarly tie her ankles together and tie her legs just below the knees. Lastly we would wind a length of about 12 feet round her arms and chest and knot it off in front. She invariably managed to work her wrists loose within a few minutes and could then wriggle out of the arm binding and untie her legs.

After escaping, Jill usually demanded a return match and tied one or both of Bob and me up. One one occasion after doing this, she left Bob and me tied up in the back garden and went off to do something else. We worked hard at it, but could free neither ourselves or each other. Eventually Bob and Jill's Mum found us and untied us. She was aware of these occasional tying-up duels and was quite amused by the antics.

After seeing a tying up incident on TV (independently - we compared notes later), we concluded that a different technique might be more effective on Jill. Firstly, if we tied her to a chair, we would only have to work on one limb at a time. Secondly, we concluded that wool scarves might be easier bonds to use (a quick experiment confirmed that I could tie Bob's wrists with a scarf so he couldn't escape).

As usual, Jill was quite willing to be the subject of our experiment, but was slightly surprised at the different equipment we proposed to use. We had found an old, rather battered chair in Bob's parents' garage. It was a heavy wooden dining-room chair with a somewhat broken cane seat. It had one arm, the other having been broken off years before. (Bob's father kept it as something to stand on while doing house maintenance jobs.) We had set it up in the old scullery to their house, which was used as a sort of extended back porch, containing gardening tools, Wellington boots and most of Bob's family's outdoor wear, including scarves. (I had also made sure I was wearing a scarf when I had left home that day.)

We sat Jill down on the chair. If I remember rightly, she was wearing quite a thick cotton dress with a wool sweater on top and wool tights (fairly standard winter wear for a girl in Britain about thirty years ago). We had discovered in earlier games, that although the PVC-covered rope we has been using was quite smooth, it could still cause some discomfort through friction and adjacent coils could pinch the skin quite painfully. Accordingly, we made sure that all skin at risk was covered by wearing gloves or mittens and in Jill's case, she generally also wore a pair of thick socks over her tights.

We started by tying a long scarf around Jill's waist and the back of the chair. It was long enough to go right round twice. We then tied Jill's right wrist to the chair's one remaining arm wrapping it round probably three or four times. Tying the other wrist was more problematic. As there was no arm that side of the chair, we had Jill's arm pointing straight down and tied her wrist to the vertical which formed both the back leg of the chair and the side of the chair's back. However, Jill was able to free that wrist immediately either by pulling her hand out of the loop of scarf or by wriggling it out of her mitten, leaving it behind. Because we were using wool scarves, we couldn't get enough tension on a bond like this to get it to hold.

It was at this point that Bob and Jill's Mum happened on the scene as she came in from the garden. While she took her coat off, she stopped long enough to see that we had a problem and then disappeared into the kitchen. A few moments later she came back and studied the situation critically. She pointed out that if we also tied Jill's elbow to the side of the chair, then she would not be able to bend her arm to pull the wrist free. We did as she suggested, and it worked. Bob and Jill's Mum looked at the other arm and concluded that although it was more secure, Jill might still be able to get free following the same line of attack, so she took another scarf and tied Jill's arm to the side of the chair back, just above elbow level. Bob and I looked at each other; we weren't expecting another participant in the game.

Bob and Jill's Mum then asked Jill to see how far forward she could lean and decided that the foot or so of freedom there could leave enough scope for Jill to wriggle her arms free. She rectified the situation by looping a scarf through the top rail of the chair back, which came just above Jill's shoulder level and passing the two ends of the scarf down in front of Jill's shoulders, under her arms, between the bars of the chair back and then knotted it beind Jill's back. This was clearly effective; Jill could not move her body or either arm at all now. Bob and Jill's Mum left the scullery again, going back into the kitchen and told us that she would come back to see progress later.

We turned our attention to Jill's legs. Our plan had been to tie her ankles to the chair legs. Because Jill was quite short for her age (only about 4'10"), her knees did not come right to the front of the chair seat, so any attempt to bring her ankles down to the chair legs would be painful. (She was also held back at waist and shoulder level, so she couldn't just slide her bottom forward on the chair.) We settled for just tying Jill's ankles together, even though we would have preferred her not to be able to kick. We had just done that when Bob and Jill's ever-helpful Mum came in again. She suggested that we have Jill cross her legs on the chair seat and tie them in that position, and then she went on her way out into the garden again. We untied Jill's ankles again and re-tied them with her legs crossed fakir-fashion. We discovered that Jill still had some scope for bouncing her bound ankles up and down and were wondering what to do when Bob and Jill's Mum came back. She took one look and tied one end of a scarf to the one encircling Jill's waist, looped it once round the bound ankles and tied it off to the rail that joined the front legs of the chair half way up.

The three of us concluded that we had now immobilised Jill quite effectively and stood back to admire our handiwork. Jill had been testing her bonds all through the tying process and was clearly making no progress. She appeared to be slightly annoyed at the prospect of not being able to escape. 'What now?' she demanded, 'I suppose you're going to gag me too.' Bob and I looked at each other - this hadn't occurred to us, but it seemed like a good idea. While Bob and Jill's Mum returned to the kitchen, Bob fetched a clean handkerchief and then cleave-gagged Jill with it. As a gag, it proved to be disappointingly ineffective, even though it looked just like the ones we had seen on TV. Bob went and asked his Mum for some advice and came back with a duster (in Britain a 'duster' is usually a thick, slightly fuzzy, cotton cloth about 18 inches square and almost invariably yellow for some reason). Folded diagonally and rolled up, the duster formed a satisfyingly thick cleave gag.

Bob and Jill's Mum came back at this point and nodded admiration at our gagging of her daughter. 'How about a cup of tea boys?' she said. As we turned to go into the kitchen, Jill started making muffled shouts from behind the gag. Her Mum ignored this but said, 'It's quite chilly out here.' and picked up her own knitted hat which she pulled down over Jill's head to below chin level. And we went off to enjoy our tea.

After about half an hour, Bob and I went back to free Jill. We found that she had managed to work the gag down below her chin, but she was still securely bound, still had the hat right down over her head and was now fast asleep! We gently woke her and untied her, thanking her for being such a good sport.

Tying up games involving scarves happened a few more times after that, sometimes also involving Bob and Jill's Mum. It never occurred to Bob or me to wonder just why his Mum was so expert at tying up. I guess I'll never find out now.

McA

Mon Feb 02 04:54:11 1998

The second to last time Sherry ever came to babysit me (my mum and dad finally found out she often had her boyfriend come round without their permission), we found ourselves talking about our earlier experiences tying each other up. It was still kind of early on a hot summer's night, and Sherry was wearing cut off jeans and a T-shirt instead of her usual leather jacket and proper jeans. I'd never gotten a good look at her legs before, and I'd spent most of the first half of the evening wondering how they would look if they were all tied up. As if finally wising up to what I was thinking, Sherry abruptly asked: "So where did you learn to tie a girl up so well?" I kind of just shrugged and mumbled something about TV, because I was too embarrased to admit I'd had practice tying my cousins in various positions. But Sherry kept at me, saying there was no way I could know the stuff I did by just watching TV. Eventually, I caved in a big way and gave her a few sketchy details about my cousins. Still she wasn't satisfied and asked how I had tied them up, and, knowing I was never going to hear the end of it, I told her. Then Sherry said: "You know, that sounds like fun. Do you want to tie me like that?" I could barely believe my ears! Here was this ultra gorgeous (to me at least) 16 or 17 year old asking me to tie her up. I blurted out something stupid like "Yeeeeahhhh!!", and she told me to get "the stuff". I didn't need to be told twice. Pretty soon I had assembled a large range of bathrobe cords, scarves, handkerchiefs, and even some adhesive tape I had chanced upon since our last encounter. Sherry sat down in a chair and suggested I tie her in that. But I quickly rushed outside and grabbed one of those director-type folding chairs because it had arm rests that could be put to good use. I pointed this out to Sherry and she agreed wholeheartedly. She sat down in it and placed her arms along the aforementioned rests. Not wasting any time, I quickly began to tie her wrists with the bathrobe cords. Pretty soon I had tied both of Sherry's limbs tightly to the arm rests - and determined not to let my babysitter escape, I then bound each of her bare ankles to the front legs of the chair. That exhausted my supply of bathrobe cords, and so with a quick smile at my prisoner, I went off looking for some kind of bond that was longer than an ordinary scarf. I found that bond in the form of a coil of orange rope dad kept in the garage. When I returned to Sherry (after about 5 minutes) I found that she was thrashing about in the chair, madly trying to get free. As I watched she got a hand free, but I was faster. I grabbed her arm and set about binding it even more tightly than before. When I was done I could see the way the cord was diggin into her skin. I apologized and went to untie it, but Sherry said: "Better leave it, or I might get out". I then retied her other hand, just to be sure. That done, I used the long length of rope I had picked up by winding it round and round Sherry's torso and the back of the chair. Bu the time I was done, Sherry looked more like a mummy than anything else - the rope must have been a hundred feet long. Content now, that my prisoner was secure, I blindfolded her at my own pace with one of the thick scarves. "At my own pace" meant I taunted Sherry the whole while, telling her that I was going to leave her like this for the rest of the night, and how she would be my prisoner forever (I wished!). Then it was time for the gag. I balled up two white handkerchiefs and pushed them into her mouth, making sure that her mouth was snugly filled. I then ripped off three pieces of the adhesive tape and put them across Sherry's mouth and lower face in a semi-star formation. She mmpphed madly once I had done this, and something told me that her gagged sounds were too loud. So I set about folding up the thickest scarf left and then tied that around her mouth. It covered her mouth form the base of her nose all the way to the point of her chin. She looked fantastic - and she could barely utter an audible sound. She was definitely my greatest ever tied up creation! For the next half an hour I just sat and watched my bound, gagged and blinfolded babysitter struggle against her bondage. It was a a truly amazing sight, but one, unfortuantely, that I was never to repeat. As I said my parents fired Sherry soon after, and we never got to "play" one of our games again. It's now obvious to me, years later, that Sherry was definitely into bondage, and I often wonder what it would have been like to be her boyfriend and be able to tie and gag her whenever I felt the urge. Bondage on tap with a girl like that - the stuff that dreams are made of. And that's it. I hope you all enjoyed this story as well. Please let me know one way or the other. If it is liked, I'll be back soon with another - I believe the cousins story was the next most requested? But other than that, please keep those stories coming. They've all been excellent since I last posted.

Ash

Wed Feb 4 22:19:36 UTC 1998

Tying Bob's Mum (Part 1 of 6)

This is a follow-up to the incident when my friend Bob (age 11) and I (age 10) tied up Bob's sister Jill (age 12) using wool scarves. We were surprised to have been aided and abetted so readily and so expertly on that occasion by Bob and Jill's Mum.

Bob and Jill's Mum subsequently helped Jill get her revenge on us. I posted this story on Canuck100's page (http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/canuck100/www/).

I think this incident took place several weeks later, probably in the winter or early spring of 1966. Bob and I decided to see what the result would be if we attempted to tie his Mum up, given her willing participation in both our tying up of Jill and Jill's tying up of us. Jill was out of the house visiting her friend Janet, so wasn't involved at this stage.

Bob's Mum was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes, looking out of the window into the back garden as she did so. She had her back to us as we spied on her through the kitchen door. We couldn't take her by surprise, after all we were much smaller than her, and we were uncertain what her reaction might be. We both felt too embarrassed to come right out and say we wanted to tie her up, so we decided on an approach that would make our intention clear but be playful enough that no-one would get upset if she said 'No'.

McA

Wed Feb 4 22:20:00 UTC 1998

Tying Bob's Mum (Part 2 of 6)

We armed ourselves with a scarf each and crawled across the kitchen floor commando fashion on our elbows and knees. I think Bob's Mum glanced round once but said nothing. I looped my scarf round her ankles and she still said nothing, but as soon as she felt the scarf, she helpfully moved her feet together and stood very still. I tied the scarf around her ankles as tightly as I could, probably going round twice or three times. (Conveniently, she was wearing ski-pants with ankle socks pulled on over them, so there was no risk of abrasion to skin or damage to stockings.) Bob meanwhile tied the scarf he was holding as tightly round her legs as he could, just below knee level. We backed off at this point, and Bob's Mum just carried on with the washing up.

Bob and I withdrew to another room to consider what to do next - we had expected a range of possible reactions, but not no reaction at all. We returned after a few minutes and looked through the kitchen door to see Bob's Mum still washing dishes, still with her ankles and knees bound. Still she said nothing. We went away again and got involved in some other activity. We returned to the kitchen about fifteen or twenty minutes later to find that Bob's Mum had finished the washing up and was now sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of tea, still with her ankles and knees bound. Bob and I looked at each other open-mouthed as we realised that his Mum must have hopped about the kitchen, with her legs still tied, to make the pot of tea she was now drinking. She smiled at our surprise and put down her cup. 'Come back to finish the job, have you boys?' she asked.

McA

Wed Feb 4 22:20:32 UTC 1998

Tying Bob's Mum (Part 3 of 6)

Bob and I nodded at each other and he rushed off to find some more scarves - this was too good an invitation to miss. As Bob's Mum had been so helpful in the tying of Jill, I decided that she was the ideal expert to consult on her own tying, so I asked her how we should do it. 'Like this.' she said straightening herself in her chair. She was sitting in a 'captain's chair', a heavy wooden armchair with the arms and back integral with each other so that they form a U-shape in plan. She sat back in the chair with her back straight and her forearms along the arms of the chair. The chair had horizontal bars half way up the legs, one on either side of the chair and these were in turn joined by a third across the middle, forming an H-shape in plan. She tucked her bound feet back under the chair, so that her ankles came against the horizontal wooden cross-bar which formed the centre of the H.

McA

Wed Feb 4 22:21:01 UTC 1998

Tying Bob's Mum (Part 4 of 6)

Bob had come back by this stage with a pile of scarves and his Mum's woollen mittens. (We had found previously that inexpert tying up could cause friction to exposed skin, so we always arranged for the victim of the tying to wear a sweater and gloves or mittens.) Bob's Mum was already wearing a heavy winter sweater, so she put the mittens on and resumed her upright posture. We began by tying each of her wrists to a chair arm. At her direction, we also tied her arms down just below elbow level. At each stage she methodically tested the security of the bonds and requested tightening if she felt at all loose. Tying her body into the chair was problematic, as a captain's chair has no real back to speak of. We settled for a scarf round her waist and through the bars at the back of the chair, tying it as tightly as we could. She wriggled a bit, then requested a scarf round her arms and chest, just above elbow level. We didn't have a long enough scarf left by this stage, so we had to take off the scarf we had first used on her knees to use for arms and chest. We substituted a shorter scarf on her knees. Bob's Mum repositioned her ankles back against the cross-bar under the chair and we tied our last remaining scarf between her bound ankles, securing the scarf which was around them back to the cross-bar.

McA

Wed Feb 4 22:21:25 UTC 1998

Tying Bob's Mum (Part 5 of 6)

Bob and I stood back to admire our efforts. His Mum looked far more thoroughly tied than anyone we had seen before, certainly any grown-up. She squirmed a bit and then relaxed in her bonds. 'Sit down, boys.' she said, 'there's still plenty of tea in the pot.' and nodded at the teapot still on the table beside her. So we did as we were bid, and sat there drinking tea and chatting casually with Bob's Mum, while she sat there thoroughly trussed up - surreal then and still surreal as I think back on it now. Eventually, we finished our tea and Bob's Mum suggested we run along and play. We headed, somewhat hesitantly, towards the door into the scullery to go out into the back garden. Just as we reached the door, she said, 'I might yell for help.' and nodded towards the stock of teatowels (thin cotton cloths for drying dishes in Britain) hanging on the side of the kitchen range. Bob took one of the teatowels and cleave-gagged his Mum with it. It probably wasn't very effective as gags go, but she played along.

We went outside and kicked a football around (i.e. a soccer ball - this is Britain we're talking about) in the garden. We made sure that the ball went near the house quite often so that we could glance in through the kitchen window as we retrieved it. We half expected Bob's Mum to work on freeing herself as soon as we were out of the house, but she seemed to be sitting there quite relaxed and apparently enjoying being tied up.

McA

Wed Feb 4 22:21:56 UTC 1998

Tying Bob's Mum (Part 6 of 6)

While we were in the garden, Bob's sister Jill returned home. She rode her bicycle right up to the back door and then disappeared into the scullery while we were still at the far end of the garden. We rushed back to the house to see Jill's reaction to finding her Mum tied up in the kitchen. We were too late; by the time we got back to the kitchen, Jill had gone upstairs to her bedroom. Her reaction to the bondage scene was, however, apparent. During our previous tying up of Jill, her Mum had put the finishing touch to the bondage by pulling her own (adult size) woollen hat down over Jill's head. Bob and Jill's Mum now had than same hat pulled down over her head. It only reached down a little below nose level, but the message was clear - Jill had adopted our tying up of her Mum as her own revenge.

Without any further discussion, it was apparent that the game was over, so we set to work untying Bob's Mum. Jill came back into the kitchen after we had freed her Mum, while we were still gathering up scarves to put them away. Jill behaved as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened that afternoon and mentioned nothing but the things she had done while visiting her friend Janet.

Following this occasion, Bob and I felt that we might yet succeed in ambushing Jill, but that's a different story, and other events occurred before our chance arose.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:18:43 UTC 1998

Ambushing Mum (Part 1 of 5)

This story is a follow up to three posted previously. I related how my friend Bob (then aged 11) and I (then 10) had tied up Bob's older sister Jill (12) with a good deal of assistance from Bob and Jill's Mum. I also reported on Jill's subsequent revenge on Bob and me also assisted by Bob and Jill's mum. Bob and I had subsequently tied up his Mum (I also posted this story), but again, she played a major part in the tying process, despite being the victim.

Bob, Jill and I concluded that, so far, the one who had gained most satisfaction and enjoyment out of these tying up games was their Mum. We plotted together to devise a means of redressing the balance. Our now-standard approach of tying using woollen scarves provided the firmest but least painful bonds that we knew how to make. We had also concluded that tying the subject to a chair was the only strategy that was likely to work against an uncooperative victim who was bigger than any of us.

Finally, we chose a time for our attack which would be most likely to cause some actual but not major dismay on the part of Bob and Jill's Mum. We selected a Friday evening, when I would be allowed to stay out later than usual (there being no school the next day) and when we knew that Bob and Jill's Mum generally spent some time watching TV, several favourite programmes being on then. An added bonus was that we had a Friday coming up when we knew that Bob and Jill's father would be away overnight on business.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:19:39 UTC 1998

Ambushing Mum (Part 2 of 5)

The date turned out better than expected as I was able to get permission to stay overnight at Bob and Jill's house, giving us a clear evening in which to stage our attack.

On the chosen Friday, the three of us engaged in a council of war as soon as I had joined Bob and Jill after school that afternoon. We studied the rocking chair (which was Bob and Jill's Mum's preferred chair) for opportunities. We also discreetly amassed a pile of suitable materials - various woollen scarves and some woollen socks and stockings in case we ran out of scarves.

Our strategy, in as much as we really had one, was to be based on speed and force of numbers. The only other factors weighing in our favour were that the rocking chair was not far into the room and stood with its back facing the door. A rocking chair is also rather hard to get up out of in a hurry.

After a slightly nervous and giggly tea together, the three of us disappeared to Jill's bedroom to give her Mum time to get settled down. We crept to the top of the stairs from where we could see far enough into the sitting room to tell whether Bob and Jill's Mum had sat down. Once we were sure that she was relaxed, first Bob and I went downstairs, carrying a pile of scarves each. Jill followed shortly and we hid in the hallway waiting for an opportunity.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:20:05 UTC 1998

Ambushing Mum (Part 3 of 5)

At our chosen moment, the three of us rushed into the room. Bob and I had the longest available scarf between us which we flung over Bob and Jill's Mum's head so it landed in front of her, supported by the chair's arms We pulled the scarf as tightly as we could and knotted it behind the chair, pinning her arms and torso back into the chair. As expected, she looked round at us, neatly distracted from Jill, who grabbed her Mum's right wrist and tied it down to the chair arm. Bob and I moved on to the left wrist, which we similarly tied down. We now had her basically immobilised and could proceed more methodically.

Bob and Jill's Mum's reaction was a little more hostile than we had expected. 'Kids, I'm not really in the mood for this right now,' she said with a slight edge to her voice. We all looked at each other but carried on as planned. Jill stopped any further discussion by producing a yellow cotton duster and cleave gagging her Mum with it, then she blindfolded her with a scarf.

Bob and Jill's Mum was struggling energetically, but the three of us children working together on one limb at a time were more than a match for her. We tied her legs to the chair at ankle and knee. In addition to her wrists, which were already tied, we tied her arms to the chair at elbow level and just below her shoulders. We tied another long scarf around her chest and arms and the chair back, a little higher than the first and tied another across her lap and under the chair seat.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:20:33 UTC 1998

Ambushing Mum (Part 4 of 5)

We were always (possibly excessively) worried about chafing to exposed skin during tying up games, so we carefully untied each of Bob and Jill's Mum's wrists in turn, put a mitten on the free hand, then re-tied the wrist. We similarly put thick socks on her feet over her stockings to protect her ankles.

The tying completed we had achieved our objective, Bob and Jill's Mum was now able to hear, but not see, her favourite TV programme, which had started just as we finished tying her up. We crept out of the room and went to the kitchen to share a celebratory snack.

Nearly an hour later, we returned to the sitting room. Bob and Jill's Mum had been engaged in a fearsome struggle. She had loosened several of her bonds but, as she had not managed to free either hand, she had not progressed very far. She had managed to rub the blindfold off against her shoulder, but not her gag. As we entered the room, she looked round at us. She was glaring at us furiously over the gag and was clearly livid. We realised that we had badly misjudged the situation when we had embarked on that night's adventure and we set to and untied her as quickly as we could.

McA

Fri Feb 6 08:21:03 UTC 1998

Ambushing Mum (Part 5 of 5)

As soon as the gag was off we were treated to a serious telling off. The gist of Bob and Jill's Mum's argument was that tying up games were just that - games, and that we should never carry on when the victim has made it clear that they really don't want to play. We were suitably apologetic and made a fuss over making sure she was now comfortable and getting her a cup of tea. It was a bit chilly in the room so we got her a hot water bottle and a blanket as well.

Nevertheless, the damage was done and the reminder of the evening passed somewhat frostily with only occasional whispered conversations between us children. Bob and Jill's Mum meanwhile continued to sit in stony dignity in her rocking chair and watched TV, largely ignoring us. As the evening had now gone very flat, we made our excuses and went to bed quite early.

As it turned out, retribution was to follow swiftly, but that would be off-topic here and will go to Canuck100's page.

McA

Mon Feb 9 20:55:41 CST 1998

First time contributor - many time reader. I have a babysitter story that may sound stranger than fiction. What makes the story unique is that my sisters were the ones that usually tied the babysitter up, not me. I have two sisters Dana and Samantha (she went by Sam at that time), both younger by a couple of years. When I was around thirteen, my parents would invite a local girl, Janet, to watch us. She probably wasn't so much of a babysitter for me as she was for the two girls. As Dana and Sam were about the same age, they could become quite difficult to handle for me alone (future subject of Canuck's page) and Mom felt that an older girl could do a better job of keeping them under control. They didn't run around tearing up the place, but they were very mischievous when left to the own devices. I would guess that Janet was around sixteen at the time - she had her own car. I was enamored with Janet and she knew it. High school girls are fascinating for guys that are still going through puberty in junior high. Janet loved to flirt and tease me when she could as I think she enjoyed the adoration. One time prior to this story she came over directly from some function at her high school. I remember her showing up at our front door wearing this outfit that drove me crazy. I had learned over the years that one of my turn-ons was a woman wearing boots. This was during the mid-seventies and it was common style for women to wear a shirt or sweater and jeans that were tucked into knee-high boots. That evening Janet had on a black sweater, blue jeans and these tight black leather boots. I thought she looked spectacular. Her boots were cuffed on the top, had a zipper up the inside and about 3 inch heels, and came up to the lower part of her knees. I must have gone "gaga" that night because Janet teased me quite a bit over the years about it. Regardless, she ended up wearing those boots many more times - I think because she knew she could get to me.

The evening in question, she had on that same outfit. It would seem like I would always find something to do near her when she dressed that way. It was a Friday, and my parents were out for the evening and were not expecting to return until at least eleven. Janet had come over around seven. For the first hour or so Dana and Sam had stayed in their room playing Barbies I think. I was watching TV and Janet had made herself comfortable reading a magazine in the room with me. The evening was passing quietly - a little too quietly I think because Janet started getting curious about what the girls were up to. They had been in their room for some time without emerging and I guess Janet decided to check up on them as she got up and headed down the hall toward their room. I glanced up, because I loved to see her walk in those boots, and watched her knock on their door and enter. I went back to watching TV when about five minutes later I hear this partial "Hey!" and some thumping as if somebody was wrestling around. I yelled back to their room.

"What's going on back there?"

"Oh nothing" I heard Sam yell back and then I could hear this muffled cry.

I really didn't think much of it so I went back to watching TV. Not two minutes later I hear their door open and this cry from Sam of "Get her! She's getting away!" I turned to see Janet running down the hallway as fast as she could in those heels toward me with the girls in close pursuit. At first, it looked like she was holding her hands behind her back. When she had closed to within fifteen feet, her brown curly hair moved away from her face and I could see this really tight white gag over her mouth. She let out a "mmmm, mmrmmrrrfff" as she tried to maneuver herself so I was between her and the girls. I could see then that her hands were tied together. She plopped her self down on the sofa and leaned behind me as Sam and Dana ran up.

"Mmmmpfg, mmmphfhf"

"What are you two doing to Janet" I said trying not to stare at her too intently.

"It's none of your business," Dana retorted.

"I think Janet wants it to be my business," trying to be the knight in shining armor.

I looked at Janet and she gave me a big nod and a "mmmgpgh" in response.

Dana turned to her sister and said slyly, "Do we have any more rope?"

I knew a threat when I heard one and coming from these two this was definitely a threat they could make good on. I had been on the receiving end before and I knew that the two of them were more than capable of overpowering me. I quickly thought over the various scenarios and, although I wouldn't mind being tied up with Janet, it might be more fun to just watch.

"Alright. I've got an idea. I won't bother you, but you have to mess around out here in the den where I can keep an eye on you."

I could quickly tell that I hadn't scored any points with Janet as she flashed this look of terror in her eyes and added a few more "mmmppphhh"s.

"JD wants to watch. JD wants to watch." Dana quickly began to sing which turned my face into numerous shades of crimson. My sisters had previously caught me intensely watching a movie where a damsel is tied up, gagged and struggling nicely. It may have been "The Incredible Two-Headed Transplant" but I have not viewed it since so I would not know. Since that time my sisters were confident that I enjoyed the sight of a bound and gagged beauty. So much for secrets. Now Janet was in the loop. She looked up and gave me that teasing glare as if I know something else about you now. I tried to act unperturbed.

"We'll bring her back out when we're done and then you can watch her" Sam decided and her and Dana grabbed Janet by the arms and pulled her up off the sofa. Janet looked so helpless and she was marched down the hall back into the girls' room. Their door closed.

I sat on the sofa for not more than a minute or so before my curiosity got the better of me. I ran down to their room and knocked on the door.

"Secret password?"

"C'mon you two, let me in."

"Why?"

"I want to make sure you're not hurting her."

"Sure you do. You just want to watch."

Overcoming my growing embarrassment I lashed out with my mightiest weapon. "I'll tell Mom if you don't." The door quickly opened.

Glancing around the room, I could see my helpless babysitter sitting on Dana's bed. The girls had been adding to their masterpiece. Janet's ankles were tied together, another rope had been wrapped tightly around her body, and she had been blindfolded.

"What have you two done to her?"

Janet moved her head around as if searching for the source of my voice.

"She was teasing us and we decided to get her back." Dana added obviously setting up a defense if needed later for Mom.

"I'm letting her go!" This brought a series of "mmmpph"s and struggles from Janet on the bed. I could tell that the girls had done a thorough job, as she was not making any headway towards getting loose.

"Dana?" Sam said in a soft teasing voice as she dangled some rope and looked at her sister and then looked at me.

"I'll tell Mom."

"Fine, you sore loser." Dana said. Looking at Sam, "Let's let the little lovebirds be together." She and Sam giggled and left me alone in the room with Janet. Now, you are probably thinking the exact same thing I was. "Why do you want to untie this damsel in distress?" I was fighting that urge with the urge to be the hero to the girl I adored. I also realized that if I didn't do something, Janet was really going to figure out that I was enjoying this. However, that didn't mean that I had to untie her quickly.

I sauntered over to where she sat and started working on the ropes, starting at her ankles of course. The girls had used nylon rope that my Dad had out in the garage and it wasn't that easy for me to release. As I worked on the rope around her ankles I admired the high leather boots she was wearing - remember she was still blindfolded. After some time delaying "problems" with the rope, I was finally able to release her ankles.

Thinking quickly, I decided to tackle the rope around he body next. It was tight, but they had not done a good job of tying it off so it was easy to release. Janet took a deep breath as I removed the rope - the girls had tied it so snugly that the lungs in her slender body had been squeezed.

Decision time. Do you untie the wrists and let her remove her own gag and blindfold? Ha ha! That's a funny one. I went for the blindfold first. It came off relatively easily and then I was staring face to face with my tightly gagged babysitter. I could tell that there was sense of relief in her eyes, but she knew she was still very helpless and unable to speak. Finally, I worked my way to the knot in the long white handkerchief in the nape of her neck. The girls had really put a tight gag on Janet. Not only did her cheeks bulge out from over the top of the gag, but the knot was difficult to loosen. I "struggled" with the knot, glancing back at her face occasionally to enjoy the view. Finally I managed to loosen the knot and pull the white cloth from her lips. To my surprise, Janet opened her mouth and pushed out another handkerchief that had been stuffed in there.

"Whew! What a relief! I thought I would never get free."

She continued to talk as I worked the ropes loose from around her wrists.

"Those two are going to have to pay!" My heart leaped. I was afraid at this point that the girls had driven off Janet from babysitting again. It was nice to hear feistiness in her voice.

"Maybe not tonight, but those two are going to pay."

"You want some help?" I asked, imaging the fun this might be.

"Are you crazy? You think I could do it by myself?"

"You just tell me when" I said eagerly. Perhaps a little too eagerly because it seemed to change the subject.

"Were they kidding when they said you liked watching me like that?"

I turned bright red. My damsel is turning on me I thought. Any inclination to bolt for the door was smothered by the instant realization that it would only make me look worse.

Mr. Cool replied, "I liked rescuing you."

"That's not what they told me. When they brought me back into the room and were tying my feet they said you liked to watch women when they were tied up."

I seethed in fury. I was going to get those two if it was the last thing I did.

"You're okay JD," Janet said realizing my discomfort. "You did come and rescue me even though you seemed to take your time untying me."

I think I may have turned even redder except that I found out shortly that there were still a couple of shades to go.

"Why did you take so long to remove that handkerchief from my mouth? What is it called?" she looked at me inquiringly.

"I think it's called a gag." I said innocently.

"Well, why did you leave me gagged so long? You sure worked on it awhile."

Another shade of red.

She could read me like a book. "You like the way I look gagged, don't you?"

Yet another shade.

I think she realized my discomfort as she grabbed me by the head and applied a quick "nugee" saying "You beast!" kiddingly.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me," she said getting up to leave. "Just think, all that and I was wearing boots too."

She winked and strutted out the door.

My final shade of red.

JD

Tue Feb 10 11:35:17 CST 1998

All right, to get things rolling, here's another contribution to the ongoing saga of damsels in distress. With reference to the earlier story about my babysitter and my sisters, I will tell the tale of the time Janet extracted her revenge, sort of. It must have been at least two weeks later before Janet was over to babysit again. The buildup was tormenting. When you've had such a mind-blowing experience (for a thirteen-year-old), it's hard to sit on your hands (or do anything else) and wait for another. I had to spend that time fantasizing in my head about rescuing my bound beauty, and planning her revenge against the horrid little monsters that I lived with (from an older brother's standpoint). I think it was on another Friday night that my parents left once again for the evening. I wonder sometimes if the girls drove them out of the house - if so, Kudos. Of course, we all asked for Janet to babysit and my parents obliged. I was a little worried and embarrassed still about the previous babysitting session. Worried because I wasn't sure if the time had dulled Janet recollection of the events and her thirst for revenge. Embarrassed because I was still unsure how this newfound knowledge of hers was going to play out. Boy was I nervous.

She came over a little after 7:30. I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I didn't come out immediately to greet her, but sulked behind a door out of sight to watch the proceedings. Alas, she was wearing her boots again. A good sign. That meant that although she knew what made me tick, she didn't shy away from it. My love had not forsaken me.

"Oh, get a grip, she's your babysitter not your girlfriend," my mind quickly corrected me.

I decided to join them.

"Here's the instructions on where we will be and phone numbers. We should be back by eleven or so but if we don't make it till midnight will that be okay?"

"That will be fine, Mrs. _______. Can everybody stay up a while tonight?"

"What ever you think Janet. We trust you."

My dad was impatiently and loudly making his way to the garage trying to get my mom in gear.

"Any questions?"

"No. I think you've covered everything Mrs. _______."

I could hear my dad starting the car - any minute now there would be a slight honk, followed by a longer honk, then still longer, and I guess that if no one emerged, eventually the car would explode from the noise.

"Hurry mom," I thought impatient for the night's activities to begin.

"Janet, you sure look cute in that," my mom said stepping back. I think she liked to infuriate my dad just a little just to show he wasn't really the boss. "You like to wear boots a lot."

"MOM!!!!" I thought.

"Honk!" from the garage.

"I guess I like the way they feel on my legs," she said glancing over in my direction with a sly smile.

"I used to have quite a few pairs of boots myself. I don't wear them much anymore. You are welcome to them if you wish. They are in a box with a bunch of other clothes in the linen closet. JD knows where they are if you are interested."

Comments like my mom's always got me. I had to sit there and think about what she meant by that. "Why would she make a point to say that I knew where her boots were? Oh, get a grip." (With deference to JCL, your mom wasn't the only one to keep those things around. Ah, to be a child of the seventies.)

"Hooonnnkkkk!" from the garage.

With a slight wink in my direction, Janet answered "Okay, Mrs. ______. I might take a look at them later.

My heart jumped. "What was this women doing to me?"

"Gotta go! John's going to wake the dead if I don't" my mom laughed as she headed for the garage.

"So you know where these boots are? Huh!" Janet looked at me.

I turned red. "She's just talking about her old clothes." I covered myself quickly.

"Yeah, sure!" Janet smiled and walked into the other room to find the girls.

"Oh please! Oh please!" I thought picturing Janet in mom's boots. I knew darn well what my mom had in that box. I was never fixated in any way on my mother, but she sure had some nice looking boots. I think it came from having to grow up too fast. My parents had me at a young age and I don't think my mom ever really wanted to fit the idea of a homemaker. She still wanted to be cool even though she was settling down, so she dressed that way. Up till a few years ago at least. I always thought the late sixties/early seventies were a boot-lover's dream, and my mom went smack through the middle of it.

Some noise from the other room brought me back to my senses. I went to investigate. The girls (Dana and Sam) were playing Barbies on the floor in the den. Janet had sat down next to them and was playing along.

"Oh no! Flirting with the enemy." My hopes of retribution were dashed. I walked over the sofa and sat down to read, keeping an eye on Janet for any good views. I really was smitten by this girl.

They played for a while, may be an hour or so. I eventually got up and went to my room - disappointingly throwing myself on the bed. "She had forgotten."

A few minutes later I hear this knock on my door.

"JD, can I come in?"

"Janet!" my mind raced. "What did she want?" I straightened the room and my hair while I yelled out "Just a minute."

She came in and sat herself in my desk chair. I sat on the bed across from her.

"Well, what about it?"

"What about what?" I asked.

"Are you up for anything tonight?"

"Up for what?" I asked not trying to presume the direction of her discourse.

"Revenge!" she said putting a wry smile on her face.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Have you heard the phrase 'Turnabout is fair play'?"

I thought the phrase was 'Turnabout is fair game' but I nodded my head anyway.

"Well! Turnabout!" she said.

"What do you have in mind?" I repeated.

"Well, they tied me up and ... what is it called?" she looked at me.

"Blindfolded?" I asked dumbly.

"No, you know. When something is tied over your mouth."

"Gagged?" I offered acting like I didn't know exactly what she was talking about. Janet always forgot or at least seemed to forget that word.

"Yea. They tied me up and gagged me, and so it's their turn."

"What's your plan?"

Janet outlined a plan whereby the two would be separated for a short period of time. Both of us knew that we would not be able to take them on two-against-two and tie them up. With all of our ages reasonably close, this had to be a two-on-one situation. Janet reasoned that the girls were going to use the restroom eventually. When one was gone we would jump the other, keeping her quiet while we tied her up sufficiently for Janet to whisk her out of the room. When the other sister appeared, I was to delay her until Janet returned and then the other sister would get the same treatment. Good plan, if only it would have worked that way.

"Put together all the stuff we will need and bring some of it into the den and leave the rest in your parents' room" she commanded. "I'm going to hangout with the girls." She got up to leave. "Gotta go before they get suspicious." She smiled as she walked out the door. "I'll have to try on the boots later."

Oh that woman knew how to fire my engine. I wasn't sure whether I wanted to call her back and suggest that we forget about the girls, or go forward with plan. There was no doubt in my mind that I enjoyed tying up my sisters, on the rare occasion that I wasn't on the receiving end. But seeing a grown woman like Janet (in my mind) wearing boots was breathtaking. However, I did as she said and we were all soon sitting around in the den.

Sure enough, not more than ten minutes later, Sam (the eldest) got up and headed for the bathroom.

As soon as the door was shut, Janet called over to Dana," Come here a second I want to show you something."

My cue. I snuck up behind Dana, clamped a hand over her mouth, and pulled her other arm behind her. Janet quickly grabbed her other arm and we wrestled Dana to the ground. Reaching over and grabbing the bag of tricks, I pulled out some rope and handed it to Janet. As I was the one with my hand over Dana's mouth, Janet had to do the tying. She quickly looped the rope around Dana's wrists and pulled it tight. Dana just struggled, kicked and yelled into my hand still firmly clamped over her mouth. We knew we didn't have much more time.

"I'll take her," Janet said as we pulled Dana to her feet. She offered her hand and was able to quickly replace mine over Dana's mouth before much of a sound was uttered. "This is fun." I thought. I only wished that I could have sat back and watched Janet, running around in her boots, tying up my little sisters. "Oh well. Can't have it all." I watched as Janet marched Dana back to my parents' room at the end of the hallway, kicking the door shut behind her. We did have extra time. It was another minute before Sam emerged from the bathroom.

"Where's Dana?"

"Oh, she and Janet are having a talk in mom and dad's room," I said thinking quickly. Sam seemed to accept that and sat her self down on the floor to play.

A few minutes later Janet appeared from out of my parents' room and shut the door behind her. Walking down the hallway, Janet was immediately questioned by Sam, "Where's Dana?"

"I'm sure you'll see her later. She's a little tied up right now" Janet giggled.

That must have been substantial enough of a clue as Sam got up and rushed for my parents' room. Fortunately I was positioned between her and the hallway and was able to tackle her before she got away. Janet ran to assist.

Before long, Janet had tied Sam's wrists and with no worry about her making noises, grabbed the bag of goodies and started marching her down the hall.

"Do you want some help?" I asked.

"Naw. You can check'em later. I want a little time alone with these monsters."

I tried to picture what Janet was up to. The girls had gotten her pretty well the previous time and if I had to guess, a little tickle torture was in order. I could imagine the wicked ways in which my temptress in boots was tying them. "It might be more fun to be surprised." I thought.

I flicked on the TV and sat down on the sofa. "Maybe she'll try on those boots now?"

my mind raced. I must have lost track of the time, as it seemed like more than five minutes passed. Still no word from the temptress. I got up and made my way to my parents' room, opened the door and looked in.

"Janet did a good job" I thought as I gazed upon Dana sitting on the bed, arms behind her back and a white handkerchief gag over her mouth. Sam was the same, sitting on the floor in front of the closet. Both girls also had rope looped once around their ankles.

"Janet?" I called which was immediately met by much "mmmmpppph"ing by both of my sisters. I could see that the light in my parents' bathroom was on so I strolled over there to congratulate Janet on a job well done.

"Funny, I wonder where she went" I thought as I glanced into the bathroom only to find it empty. It was at that point that I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to find both sisters, still with gags over their mouths but no ropes, closing quickly on my position. I had no chance. Two-on-one is not a fair fight. To make things brief as this is not Canuck's page, they tied my hands behind my back, tied my ankles together, stuffed one handkerchief in my mouth and tied another very tightly over it. It was funny seeing them both still gagged as they applied my ropes. I was dragged over to the bed and thrown down on it. Squirming sideways to watch what they were up to, I saw Dana throw open the door to the closet. From the light inside, I could see Janet hog-tied on the floor, gagged as tightly as before. She looked up at me and shrugged as she could see that I was not in much better of a predicament. Dana removed the hog-tie and the girls dragged Janet up on the bed and threw her beside me. We just looked at each other in despair.

"That'll teach you two!" Sam retorted teasingly as they walked out of the room. "No one gets the better of us."

I looked over at my lovely damsel tied and so tightly gagged beside me. She just let out a "mmrrgh mmpphhgrh" and relaxed on the bed. I could tell that she had struggled mightily to free herself but had long since given up. I test my bonds and was also unable to free myself. Pushing myself up with my head, I managed to sit on the edge of the bed. Janet saw what I did and did likewise. We were able, over a course of minutes, to make our way so we were back-to-back.

My sisters were good at this. It took me over five minutes to release the knot on the rope around her wrists. Struggling free, Janet had to untie the gag over her mouth as she found it too tight to simply pull down.

Spitting out the packing, she seethed "Ohhh, this makes two! Boy are they going to get it."

She reached down and untied the rope securing her ankles. Completely free, she looked over at me. "Turn around."

I turned so she could reach the ropes around my wrists. She began working on the knot and then I hear this "hhmmgh!" from behind.

"Can't get this loose, I guess I have to try your feet first."

I could see Janet smile as she bent down to untie my ankles.

"Ohh, this is tough knot! I don't know if I can untie this." she giggled.

I started to turn red knowing full well what she meant.

"Let's see. Maybe I could get some scissors. No. Let me think." Janet grinned as she looked my way. "Oh heck JD, I can't do that as well as you can."

Janet did untie me - ankles first, then the gag, then the wrists; no doubt enjoying the role change.

I think the second time around took the edge off the revenge idea as we didn't try it again. Eventually, I did get her to model some of mom's boots although she never did take any home with her. But that was another day and there wasn't any bondage involved so it certainly isn't fodder for this page - it'll just remain in my memories. Of course, this wasn't the last time Janet was bound and gagged...

JD

Sat Feb 14 17:25:12 1998

As you can see, I now have an e-mail address specifically for questions, queries and general chat about the topic that is near and dear to us all: tieing up the lovely women/girls in our lives.

Anyway,as promised, I wanted to share with you the first time I ever tied up my young cousins. I was about 11, maybe 12, at the time, and my two cousins were two and three years younger than me respectively. Elle, the oldest, was a lithe redhead, while Mav was a blonde who still carried just a litlle of er baby-fat. Although I rarely talk to either now, we were all pretty close at this stage since we spent so much time together while our parents (and the rest of the adults in my family) gathered for the most recent "relly bash". We were never allowed to stay around the adults too long because we were all too young, so we had to figure out our own way to amuse ourselves. This usually led us to playing some ind of kids' game like "chasey", or "brandy", or, on the odd occasion, "blind man's bluff".

In case you're not familiar, this last game would involve one of us being blindfolded and then spun around until they were completely diorientated. Then, that person would have to try and catch the other two who were doing everything they could to move around quietly and not give away their position. The person who got caught, was the next to be blindfolded. One day, as I became aware of my inexplicable interest in seeing girls tied up, I decided to introduce a punishment to the game that involved just that. Since I was the oldest neither Elle or Mav argued at all, and so the new game began.

I worked it that I was the first to be the blind man and in relatively little time I had captured Elle. Mav and I then set about securing the "prisoner". Using anything that would serve as a potential bond (dad's ties, bathrobe cords, and even the ties the girls used to hold the hair out of their faces), we first crossed Elle's hands behind her back and then tied them tightly (well, I thought it was tightly). That done, I tied our captive's feet while Mav bound her sister's arms to her torso with one of the bathrobe cords. Mav seemed content with our work, but I knew there was something missing. It came to me suddenly: a gag! But I didn't want to scare either of the girls of suggesting this step too soon, so we left my tied cousin the way she was. Unfortunately, when I came back 10 minutes later, Elle had already long since freed herself, and was just sitting there with this haughty expression on her face, swinging one of the bonds real casual like in the air. She smiled and said: "That was too easy. I just slipped my hands out and then untied the rest of me." Or words to that effect.

I could barely believe it, and right then and there I decided that the next time would be a whole lot different. As it was, we played agin, this time with Elle as the blindfolded seeker. Thankfully I was able to elude her desperate lunges (that time) since I'm sure she was going for me with revenge definitely on her mind. Instead she ended up grabbing Mav, so I got to have my second go at tying up a girl. Mav showed a whole lot more spirit. She didn't bother to try and plead her way out of her "punishment", but she did make it ver difficult for us to bind her. In the end, Elle sat on her sister's back, pinning her arms as I tied her thrashing limbs. She was bound in much the same way as her sister had been, but this time I made sure (with Elle's suggestions in mind) to wrap the tie I was using aroung Mav's wrists multiple (instead of just one) time. I know, my attempt at tying me first cousin up had been pretty weak, but it was a first attempt, remember.

Then I had a stroke of genuis. I said that since Mav had caused us so much trouble as we tied her up we should get to do something back to her. Mav, on cue, immediately began to protest, and I suggested that some form of gag sould be in order. Elle agreed and set about folding up the bandana she used to hold her hair in place into a very thick gag. She then tied it over her sister's mouth and made the necessary adjustments to make sure it was very tight. I couldn't believe my eyes. Mav rolled around on the ground and mmmpphhedd madly, but she couldn't manage to get any part of herself free - the gag, although tied over the mouth, even stayed in place.

After that day, whenever we played blind man's bluff, tying up and gagging the person who got caught became a regular ocurrence. On a couple of separate occasions things got a bit personal and someone was often over-zealous with the bonds and gag (myself included), but all in all, the three of us had a lot of fun. One day, our little game even turned into a tie-up-a-thon (featuring one of Elle's friends as well) - but that's a story for another day. I should also mention that even at age 10 or 11 I was aware that what we were doing would be considered wrong. I remember specifically instructing the girls to never tell anyone about our games, and, to my knowledge anyway, they only did once. Basically, it's for this reason that pages like this one warm my heart so much. It's a place where I go and find many other people who share a similar interest to myself, and consequently, I feel a lot less "strange" or "different". Thanks again Bob, and thanks to all you posters for this reason.

Ash

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