January 1999

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This month's stories:

Kidnapped by PH Bobby's Mom by JMike High School Experiences by Pesh Tied Together by Mike Tying Up Dianne by Villan The Kidnapping of Sarah and Jenny by PH Sarah Gets Hers by PH A Rainy Day (parts 45-58) by Mason A Force of Nature by Doug

Tying Up Dianne-continued by Villan Sarah and Jenny Take Their Revenge by PH Young Escape Artists by Dorain An Adventure in Babysitting by Jennifer An Adventure in Babysitting part 2 by Jennifer Wanda by Max Cuff Boyfriend Got Tied by Kim Tying Up Dianne Again by Villan Haunted House by Kelly Roleplaying while Babysitting by Robin

Wed Dec 30 17:12:21 1998

I was trying to find the site about female babysitters. I could not locate it. Is it still available? Let me know if you find out.

Valerie

Val
Valgal@aol.com

Wed Dec 30 23:03:06 Eastern Standard Time 1998

Valerie,

Just copy the http address:

http://books.dreambook.com/toasta/bsit_bg.html

- into your browser location window and enter, it'll bring you to the site.

Tieher

Wed Dec 30 11:09:48 Mexico Standard Time 1998

Hi! How are you? I am new to this site. Everyone has such interesting stories! I am thirteen years old and I am looking for someone who is around my age who is also bilingual who enjoys non-pornographic tie up games. This is one of my favorite things to do, and I am starting to learn much French. I want to be able to use my new language so I can become fluent. I will be posting a few of my stories later anyway. Be watching, I have some really good ones!

MARZENA
www.expage.com/page/cumulonimbus
melanie@traknet.com

Thu Dec 31 12:12:14 1998

Tieher,

I still get file not found every time I try to get to that site...I must be doing something wrong. I also couldn't get too expage mentioned in the post right after yours. I wonder if aol has anythig to do with it?

Val

Valerie
Valgal@aol.com

Thu Dec 31 18:36:22 1998

I`d just like to wish everyone a Happy New Year and hope you all have a good time in 1999!

Diane
dianemchale01@hotmail.com

Thu Dec 31 02:38:54 Mexico Standard Time 1998

HI! I am a new person to this site. I really love everyone's stories, especially Mason's. They are really cool! I have loved tie up games since I was a little kid, but from time to time I have questioned my sanity very much. Now I see that some people are like me, I am not the only one who likes tie up games in the universe! Anyway, I have a great story for you!

THE SUMMER TRIP

I was about nine years old at the time. My cousin had come over from Rochester, New York, along with my aunt and uncle, and we were going to go to Lake George, NY the next day. They were staying overnight. Anyway, my cousin is about 4 years older than me. Her name is Jamie. She used to love tie up games just like I did and had awesome ideas for stories. But this time she took me completely by surprise.
She also knew who I had a crush on. His name was Jason. Conveniently, he lived next door at the time.
I will tell you what happened in 1999! Watch for me tomarrow!
Oh, yeah. If there is anyone who is bilingual in French and English, and is looking for a e-mail-pal, I am looking for one. I want to become fluent in French. I guess if I am talking about something I love, I will learn faster. I talk fairly well in French, but I am not fluent. Are you that someone? Boy or girl, I don't care. Anyway, see you on the January post up! To the person who made this site, you are the greatest guy or gal there ever was!

Marzena
marzena@hotbot.com

Thu Dec 31 23:55:44 EST 1998

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com

Fri Jan 1 00:08:12 EST 1999

Very interesting. The ball had just dropped in New York...yet my post says it was 5 minutes early. Weird.

WHSRocket

Thu Dec 31 23:00:50 MST 1998

Kewl site!!!!!!!!!!

Danny Zambroni

Fri Jan 01 18:25:48 Westeuropäische Normalzeit 1999

Happy New Year and a lot of great stories!

Jonah

Fri Jan 01 18:00:59 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Val,

It must be AOL. If you get a clickable link off this page, ignore it. Try typing in the address manually into the location window. Otherwise, try reaching the page thru infoseek by searching for "babysitting". I tried Expage but didn't find anything relevant there. Good luck.

Tieher

Sat Jan 02 02:56:53 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Happy New Year to everyone!
I missed out on the chat yesterday, could not connect again. I hope the ones that made it had a good chat.

I'll start the new year with another little story!
Enjoy /

PH

Sat Jan 02 03:02:45 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Kidnapped. Part I

This event happened the same summer as my previous posts, but the story is not connected with the "feud" that went on between myself and Sarah, versus Joe and Jenny.

We had been playing various tie up games, but in general the scenario was that Joe and Jenny had started to tie me and Sarah up one afternoon in the boat house. We then took revenge about a week later. This happened while our little war was still on, but this time, I was the only victim.

One afternoon Joe and I hanged out in the boat house with very little to do. His cousins, Sarah and Jenny was away with their parents and his younger brothers were off on some of their expeditions in the woods. We had run out of funny things to do, so (as usual), we started to talk about our tie up games. I seem to remember that Joe raised the issue of being tied up in an unusual place. We talked about strange places people had been tied up in movies and how it would feel like to spend a couple of hours tied up in a dark cellar or in some storage room, without any chance of escaping.

PH

Sat Jan 02 05:45:09 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part II
As always the discussion ended with a challenge. We would take turns tying each other up in the most unusual and uncomfortable place. The prisoner would get one hour to free himself and the winner would be the one who escaped first. I got to start.

After thinking for a moment I decided to tie Joe up in a small dark place. I started by tying his hands behind his back. Then I blind folded him with a bandana and led him to one of the small storage rooms at the back of the boat house. It was about one and a half metre wide and two metres deep. The floor and walls were of rough planks and it had several hooks in the ceiling and shelves on the two side walls. I made him sit down in the centre of the small room and proceeded to tie his upper arms with thick rope. I looped it several times around his body and finished by tying it firmly with a double knot. Then I continued by tying his ankles together and looping the rope up over his calves and thighs. Now he was securely bound, but I wanted to keep him still, not able to move around at all. I noticed that the shelves were hanging from metal racks secured in the walls with heavy bolts. There was a small gap between each shelf and the wall.

I proceeded to put lengths of rope through these gaps and tying each end together around the shelf. When finished I had two ropes on each side of the bound Joe. Then I took a rope end from each side of his upper body and tied it to his arms and did the same with the two rope ends by his feet. Now he sat on the floor with his back to the wall and both his upper body and his feet were tied to the walls of the small room. I figured there was no way he could get out of that one! Finally I gagged him with an old rag and tied a bandana over his mouth. After wishing him good luck I shut the door and left him helplessly tied up.

PH

Sat Jan 02 05:46:35 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part III
I went to our "headquarters", a room on the upper floor of the boat house and enjoyed some good comic books for what I thought would be an hour. After about half an hour I heard some loud bangings from below. When I went and checked the storage room I found that Joe had gotten his hands free and managed to unhook one of the shelves from it’s rack. He quickly untied the ropes connecting him to the wall and after some more minutes he was completely free.

I had failed my try to keep him tied up for an hour, and now it was his turn to tie me. Joe tied my hands behind me and blind folded me. Then he led me out on the beach and to a hammock that hung between the back wall and a large tree. It was the kind of hammock used on old sailing ships for the sailors to sleep in, but it was different in a way because on each end it had a wooden cross bar that kept it fairly flat. Joe placed me on my stomach in the hammock and started to tie me to it. He tied my arms and my hands to the small of my back. Then he tied several loops of rope around me and the hammock, keeping me in place. He tied my legs and ankles and fastened my feet to the cross bar at that end. Being the cruel friend he was he also took some time tickling my feet as I was barefoot. This was Joe’s favourite torture for a bound prisoner. He then gagged me the usual way with a rag and a bandana.

Joe gave the hammock a good push and then left me there swinging back and forth. He said he would go back to the main house to get a snack. As I lay in the hammock, securely tied I started to test the bindings. My hands were tied with the wrists crossed and he had used a fairly thin cord. I had no chance to pick at the knots. All the other ropes were of thicker quality and very rough. They tingled the skin where they were looped around my bare ankles and arms. I had nothing to do but lay there and wait for the hour to get to an end. The position was rather uncomfortable as the hammock "sagged" in the middle.

PH

Sat Jan 02 05:48:30 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IV
Suddenly I heard familiar giggling from somewhere behind me. I raised my head, but being blind folded I could see nothing. Then I heard Sarah and Jenny talking. They had apparently come back and found me all tied up. They commented on my rather tricky situation and of course started to tickle my feet. They tickled me until I nearly exploded with laughter, but what came out from behind the rag stuffed in my mouth was only grunts. The girls really enjoyed my helpless situation. Then Jenny came up with the bright idea that they would kidnap me and take me somewhere else where Joe wouldn’t find me. I found the idea quite interesting. Being kidnapped by these two girls was really exciting, so I decided not to struggle.

They untied every rope except the one that held my hands tied. They took the blind fold off but kept the gag on. Sarah tied a long rope around my waist and fastened it with a slip-knot in the front. Leading me by this rope they took me away up a small path in the woods. Walking barefoot in the woods was a bit tricky as I had to avoid stepping on pine needles and sharp twigs, but we spent so much time at the summer house barefoot that my soles were quite hard. The girls had no such problem as they had sneakers on. They were both dressed in cut-off jeans and t-shirts.

We followed the path for about a quarter of an hour until we came to a field. In that field stood the neighbouring farmer’s hay-barn, and they led me to that. We had played in this barn occasionally when younger. The farmer kept hay for his cows there, and although it was summer and the cows grazed outdoors, the hayloft was full of hay. One of our favourite games had been to jump into the hay from a narrow gallery about two metres above the hay-loft. The girls kicked off their shoes and led me up a steep flight of stairs to the gallery.

PH

Sat Jan 02 05:49:50 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part V
They removed my gag and blindfolded me instead. Then they tied my ankles together and told me I had to walk the plank. One of them pushed me gently in the back and I had to take small jumps forward. Jumping with both feet together when being blind folded and with my hands tied behind me was not easy. Another good push sent me over the end of the gallery and I fell into the hay below. It was an outstanding sensation to fall helplessly down in the hay and not seeing a thing.

Sarah and Jenny jumped after me and started to tickle me in the hay. They had taken off the blindfold and Sarah sat on my stomach and tickled me in the face with a straw. Jenny then grabbed my feet and tickled me with another straw and I went wild. They played their little torture game until I was nearly out of breath.

I don’t know how long the tickling went on, but at last they stopped. They decided to leave me in the barn and let Joe try to find me. The barn as well as the boat house was heaven for those who liked to play with ropes. A wide variety of ropes hung on hooks on the walls. Jenny and Sarah collected several rather thick ropes and started to tie my legs and arms. First they checked the knots on the rope binding my hands. I had now been tied up for little over an hour, and the rope had slacked a little. They looped rope around my waist, pinning my hands to the small of my back. Then they took a longer rope and brought it around and around my upper body from the hands and up to my shoulders. They finished by tying my legs with several loops also, knotting it off at the ankles. The bandanas came to use again as I was gagged with a firm cleave gag. With a cheerful "See you later!" they left the barn, with me laying helplessly bound and gagged in the hay.

PH

Sat Jan 02 05:51:38 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VI
Being left there meant double problems for me. Firstly, I didn’t know how long I would be there for. I couldn’t know if they would come back after an hour, or if I would have to stay tied up for hours. This uncertainty was both frightening and exciting. The biggest problem was being in the hay-loft. No position I tried was comfortable, as straws of hay kept irritating me all over. If I lay on my back they tickled my feet, if I lay on my stomach they tickled my face. I decided I had to escape somehow.

As most hay-lofts this one was placed on an upper-level in the barn. A steep ladder or stair-case led down to the main floor. I managed to slide and roll over to it, but getting down was the problem. I sat down with my feet on the first step and then slowly jumped in a sitting position down to the next step. Bouncing in this silly manner I finally got down. I stood up, swaying a little being so thoroughly bound.
From previous tie-ups I was used to hopping around bound hand and foot, but it is not easy. In one corner of the barn I saw some old tools and I started to hop over there. A pair of old pruning shears caught my eye and I kneeled by them. The blades were rusty, but would do. I grabbed them with my tied hand and placed one handle between my heels and pushed the blade gently between my tied hands and my body. The rope around my waist was rather slack now and I could move my hands up and down, sawing at the ropes.

When the rope finally snapped off I started to untie myself. At this moment Joe and the girls returned. They were very baffled by my escape. The girls had met Joe on the beach, were he thought I had escaped. They gave him some clues on my whereabouts and then he had set out to find me. Being kidnapped in this fashion had been very exciting , and I started making plans for retaliation at once. The girls would not be feeling safe with me around the next days!

PH

Sat Jan 02 15:48:27 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Great story PH! Lots of interesting detail. Who needs enemies when you've got friends like those?
Your turn now, Marzena. Over to you...

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sat Jan 02 00:38:07 Est 1999

Hello everyone!

I just want to thank you for all your stories, and wish you a Happy New Year (and all the tie-ups you want!). ;)

Canuck
You're on it!
canuck100@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 04 02:18:46 Jerusalem Standard Time 1999

does any one know where in the web i can learn how to tie people and have a visual

shriden

Mon Jan 04 00:26:13 US Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hey, I haven't posted in a while, I've been a bit pressed for time. For shriden, you can go to http://www.bedroombondage.com/. It's a well designed site with good images and a section called "Ask Dr. Bondage". There you will find instructions on how to tie some bondage knots. Also, I'm sure if you look around Canuck's page you'll find some postings on the topic.

Dave

Mon Jan 04 08:28:41 Jerusalem Standard Time 1999

i been there and i want to kearn more knot and how to tie quicly

shriden

Mon Jan 4 13:16:46 PST 1999

Despite the sound of that (no offense meant, BTW, another good site is Tammad's page. I forget the exact URL, but a search on Yahoo under "Tammad" will come up with a listing for Tammad, Gentleman Barbarian. He's got good images, but they aren't exactly the "quick" type I think you're requesting...

Wolf
dwolf@nwlink.com

Mon Jan 4 15:51:31 CST 1999

Is anyone interested in tie-up stories involving SPREAD-EAGLED and/or SUSPENDED ties? So far, this site has seemed to focus almost entirely on nothing but hog-ties. Is there a reason for that?

Al
AhpaAL@aol.com

Mon Jan 4 17:35:08 EST 1999

I'm interested in spread eagle/suspension tie
ups. Mason's story previously had a spread eagle
tie up in which he was tickled. Btw mason,
i'm eagerly waiting for the continuation of
your wonderful story with nicky. i can't believe
you did all that in one day!

Joe89
none
err@errno.com

Mon Jan 4 16:32:30 CST 1999

This is one of my very favorite sites. I really like its basic concept (implicit erotica WITHOUT crude, blatant pornography). I only hope that not too many of the stories and messages will be focusing essentially on the tying of males. With all due respect for those those who do favor that genre, I personally am interested in the concept
of the FEMALES being tied.

I also like the "competitive game" "escape-challenge" angle in stories. Two "captives" are tied. Which can escape first? (If neither escapes, that's fine too.)

I'll hope to hear that there are others who share these interests.

Al
AhpaAL@aol.com

Mon Jan 4 18:08:36 CST 1999

Like Al, I have to say that it's great that there is a sight like this without the pornographic themes that so many other websites have. Thanks to everyone who post their stories here.

Dorren

Mon Jan 4 19:39:46 PST 1999

Al: Please note the title of the website is Childhood/Teeange tie up games.That is the focus. There is no requirement about which gender is doing the tying. In most kid games the roles changed frequently. If you find this distasteful, sorry.
As for suspension ties, the stories concern kids and teens, for heaven sakes! A suspension tie was beyond their ability. As for a Hogtie emphasis if you go into the archieves you will seeIf anything there is chair tie\seated on the floor tie emaphasis. I know as a kid/teen When we tied someone up we generally copied what we saw on
Television or the Movies--either in a chair on seated on the ground. If we were really feeling daring we would do a hogtie.I think you miss the point that these are true stories about kids and teens. Although I guess a few fictions have been posted here,
true stories is the emphasis. This is not a fiction page, a fantasy page, or a page about adult activities. You don't see suspension stories because they did not happen very often with kids. I suggest you read the stories in the archives to get a better idea of what the site is about.
We always welcome new readers and contributors but I wonder if this site has what you are looking for from your comments....

dudalb

Tue Jan 05 17:07:57 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Just to add my 2 cents worth - I agree 100% with dudalb in what he had to say. If anyone has ever read ALL my stories, most of my earlier tie-ups seemed to feature standing up ties or chair ties - no doubt ispired by the comics and TV I used to read/watch as a kid, As for hogties, neither Nicky or myself used to know what they were called never mind the concept of bondage. We used to spend a lot of time playing tie up games as they were called and naturally our need for experimentation and variety inevitably led to us hogtying each other and other more 'daring' tie-ups - it was a natural progression for us. However, we NEVER did do any suspensions or anything like that though the closest we ever came was having our hands tied above the head and attached to something.

As dudalb says this is NOT a pornographic site as such - rather it is one in which bondage enthusiasts ( for want of a better term ) may post hopefully (!) true stories of child/teenhood "tie-up" as opposed to real bondages that adults play at. Those early experiences were obviously what shaped our lifelong interest in bondage - which is why most posters inevitably have found their way here, not so much by chance but through other bondage site links or Internet search engines.

Having said that, I am planning to open my own site later this year which will cater for more explicit ( as opposed to merely gratuitously pornographic, which I do not want ) stories, both fictional and true which would not be allowed on Bobs or Canucks sites. I'll be honest - it is still only in the planning stage but it is something I really want to do to fill the void between this site and the more hard-core BDSM story sites which do not interest me in the least. The people who post here, including myself are only interested in "love bondage" not hardcore SM type activities ( whose exponents often end up damaging the image of bondage as a loving activity in its own right ) and these are the people whom I hope to be catering for on this site.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Tue Jan 05 17:37:16 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Shriden - why don't you check out the Harmony Communications site? They are located at: www.harmonyconcepts.com

Harmony need no introduction as the people who started it all and have done more for the image and poularity of bondage than any other. They are the publishers of Bondage Life magazine in addition to various specialist "love-bondage" and "damsel-in-distress" type videos.

The video I think you should try to get if possible is "Chelseas Bondage Lesson 1" ( ref: B153) It covers the tying basics including hints on safety. It features basic tying and knot techniques, 2 kinds of elbow ties, a chair tie and a basic hogtie. I believe this is what you may be searching for. Its an excellent and interesting video - it runs for one hour and is the first in a series of how to videos

They are honest, reliable and trustworthy. Having dealt with them for several years now, I have been very happy with the high level of service I have received from them.

Also if you search for knot tying sites on the Internet, there are quite a few excellent sites explaining how to tie various types of knots.

Hope this helps. Happy tying!

mason
masonbl@0zemail.com.au

Tue Jan 5 10:07:16 UTC-0400 1999

Hi everyone!....
...Just wanted to introduce myself and say how much I like and appreciate the site. I've been into bondage ever since I was a kid. Unfortunately I never got to play with friends but started with self bondage when I was about 13. I've never been able to find people to play with... I'm married now and my wife thinks this side of me is wierd. I found your site and it's really reasuring to know a lot of really cool people have the same interests as I do. I guess I'm not so weird after all.
...Has anyone else played with self-bondage as a kid???...

Gavriel
Gavriel@hotmail.com

Tue Jan 5 13:08:15 CST 1999

dudalb and mason seem to have misinterpreted my comments and interests. (Dorren "read me" more accurately.)

I was NOT SAYING that I am looking for stories involving ties that don't realistically reflect the "childhood games" theme of this site. On the contrary, I would NOT WANT to see such stories here.

But,in my humble opinion, kids might well be capable of devising spread-eagle (if not suspension) ties. (They have also seen THESE on TV and in movies.) And (NO OFFENSE INTENDED!) I frankly doubt that many of the stories on this site are entirely "true."

For that matter, to me, the essential issue is whether the stories are appropriate for the site (sans "adult porn" elements), not whether they are literally "true experiences."

I hope I've explained my position more clearly, because I would hate to be seen as one who is looking for "pornography" on a site like this.

Al
AhpaAL@aol.com

Tue Jan 5 13:56:07 CST 1999

Mason, your proposed new site sounds great in terms of my (non-pornographic!) interests.
Good luck with it, and if you are willing to discuss it with me via personal e-mail, I would be glad to exchange messages with you.

Al
AhpaAL@aol.com

Wed Jan 06 07:17:57 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

History will forever prove that power eroticizes - in December 1998, while the nation was at war, all US congress managed to talk about was sex.

Namely Clinton and what he did - and these are the same nutcases who foisted COPA.2 onto us all.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Tue Jan 5 18:58:43 EST 1999

Personally, it seems likely to me that most of the stories here are true. At least the ones by Mason, Dudalb, and Doug. The others are probably real, but those 3 seem to always come up with the best, and most realistic. I might possibly be able to come up with stories like those, but nothing's more exciting than the truth :)

WHSRocket

One incident I would like to relate involved me, my best friend and his Mom. We were both 11 at the time. Well, everyday I would go over Bobby's house after school. At about 3:00 Bobby's Mom would come home from work and take a nap. At 5:00 she'd get up and get dinner ready and also watch the Avengers with us. I was hooked on Mrs. Peel getting tied up and trying to escape from the bad guys. Now before I go on, let me tell you about Bobby's Mom, I'll call her Mrs. A,. She was a babe, about 32 yrs old, 5'-8" and a body that wouldn't quit ! As you can see, I had a huge crush on her. So one day we're watching the Avengers and Mrs. Peel had been caught off guard and captured. Well Mrs. A out of the blue says," that's ridiculous, no way could that have happened." Bobby says," What do you mean Mom, Mrs. Peel should of got away?" Mrs. A says," No. She shouldn't of been caught off guard that way in the first place. That couldn't happen in real life." I can remember my heart beating faster and then I said," I don't know Mrs. A, those guys were pretty tricky, I bet it could happen." " No way!!!, That couldn't happen in real life, impossible. It could never happen to me!". " Aw Mom, you think you know everything", Bobby exclaimes. " I do know everything and don't you forget it Robert", Mrs. A jokingly tells her son. With that Mrs. A get up and goes to finish dinner. " She always thinks she's right or acts like she knows everything", Bobby says. " Do you want to prove her wrong?", I asked Bobby. "What do you mean by that?". " I said prove her wrong, that she can get caught off guard, just like Mrs. Peel." " How are we gonna do that?", Bobby asks....
( To be Continued )

JMike

Bobby's Mom....Part 2

"We'll catch her and tie her up without her even knowing it." "How are we going to do that?", Bobby asks me. We'll have to work it out and figure out the best time to do it. I'll do that, you get what we need." So over the next couple of days, Bobby goes thru his garage, closet, etc. gathering up rope, tape, bandanas, anything he thought we could use in our devious little scheme. I on the other hand racked my brains out, trying to figure out how to get the upper hand on Mrs. A and having the nerve to carry out the capture. A couple of days had passed and finally I got my brainstorm of an idea. She takes a nap after work everyday, that's the time to capture her. That day I had Bobby sneak into her room while she was taking her nap and try to wake her up by shaking her wrists and ankles a little. He did it and as I was hoping for, she did not feel a thing, she was dead to the world in sleep. Bobby and I talked quietly about our plan of attack, he had all the rope and other things we might need collected. We
decided that we would carry it out on Friday, because Bobby and I knew that Friday was her busiest day and she always came home tired from work ( She was a bank teller). So we planned everything out and put our "equipment" in a pillow case and hid it in the closet. If we were successful in our surprise attack, we would then hold her to her claim and request as our winnings that she give us each $ 10..... It seemed like it took forever for Friday to arrive, I bet I didn't sleep more than an hour Thursday night I was so excited!!! Friday came and it seemed like school lasted for 24 hours that day. And when the final bell rang, Bobby and myself ran as fast as we could to his house to get things ready.........
( To be Continued )

JMike

Bobby's Mom...Part3

We got back to Bobby's house and went over our plan. It was about between 3 and 3:30 when Mrs. A got home and she was tired. Mentioned how crazy it was at the bank and that she'd been very busy. She went upstairs to take a nap and told Bobby to wake her up in about an hour. Well about a half hour passed and we snuck upstairs to check on our victim. I opened the door just a little and saw her and she was sound asleep. Bobby then went in and gently shook her to be sure. When she didn't respond, I came in. There she was, my best friend's foxy Mom. She had removed her shoes and still had on her blouse, skirt and nylons. I was so excited looking at her that Bobby had to elbow me to tell me we had to get it done. We then ran into our first problem, we had worked out almost every detail, but forgot one. How were we going to tie her up, what position? She was lying on her right side, but not over far enough that we could roll her on her stomach. If we tried to roll her, she would definately wake up. We had to think
fast. Then I came up with the idea to roll her on her back which wasn't much and we tie her up that way. So we did, and she rolled right on her back. We then decided to tie her wrists to the headboard, I grabbed one and Bobby grabbed the other and we gently tied them to the headboard. After we finished, I looked at our captured herione. She was laying there with her arms stretched over her head and wrists tied to each corner. Bobby went to get more rope out and I noticed that when we rolled her over and stretched out her arms, her blouse had tightened up and the top buttons had worked loose. The sight I was looking at was intoxicating. The tight blouse had tightly around her breasts and I could see the top of her white sheer bra exposing some serious cleavage. I just stood stunned, then Bobby throws more at me and hits me in the head and I regain my senses. "Tie her feet up ", he says to me. He grabs one ankle and me the other and we tie her ankles to the corners of the footboard. I am

JMike

Wed Jan 6 00:11:16 EST 1999

Sure power eroticizes. Why do you think clinton did what he did? Don't blame it on the congress, it was his fault that he screwed things up like this. The reason congress has to talk about that is because that's what is dictated in the constitution. Give me a break.

George

Wed Jan 06 00:48:13 US Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hey Mason, great idea for the slightly harder, yet non-pornagraphic site. I'll be looking forward to seeing it. I'll try to help you out by thinking up some good fictional stories and recalling some non-fiction stories. Great postings so far guys, keep 'em coming.

Dave

Wed Jan 06 02:27:16 1999

Hi, it's late and I've read these so many times (the college ones alot now) so i thought i'd contribute some of my high-school experiences. This is one from my junior year. (I was 16)

It was just after school and the drama department had performed some scenes from the school play during school, so I went in back to see how everyone was. When I got there the only people were John and Taryn and Mary. Mary was my age and Taryn and John were a year below. They were all supposed to be cleaning up but right then John and Taryn were standing at the opposite ends of the top of a ladder staring into each other's eyes and Mary was watching. I asked what was happening and Mary and I ended up teasing the other two to kiss. They did a little peck on the lips and Mary and I cried out that that wasn't a kiss. They asked for a demonstration, so we said okay and Mary and I had a big long kiss. Then she and I went into the adjoining back room because there was a big comffy armchair there and we closed the door, saying it wasn't suitable for youngins. (Little note here... Mary and I weren't dating at the time. Just flirting alot. This was our first kiss). John came in through another door with Taryn saying they had to clean up and while searching through the cupboards around my and mary's kissing he found some bungee cords. Now I knew how to use these things because my family has a boat and we use them to secure the mast on the trailer. So i said "give them here." (another note.... this was not exactly mary and my first bondage experience. I'd tied her hands before with the shoulder strap to my sport bag and also with some yellow police ribbon at our local marathon where we were both working.) I took one of the bungees and wrapped them tight about her hands behind her, using only a granny knot (which worked because of the elasticity and the hooks on the ends) and then another cord between the wrists, just to separate them.
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Pesh

Wed Jan 06 03:07:56 1999

/...
John handed me another cord and, realizing that there wasn't any point tying her hands again so I looped it around her neck like a choke chain collar. Then I pulled her across my lap so we could all look and laugh while she gave a few complaints, so I let her up and we kissed some more before she complained that her hands were hurting. That's the problem with bungees... they gotta be too tight to hold on. So I untied her for a while after making her promise to let me tie her again (she was very persuasive) and we did some normal kissing without ropes, then moved into the theater onstage and I tried to tie her standing with her hands hanging but the bungees wouldn't hold. I went back into the room and got a small plastic chair with arms and sat Mary down in it and tied her hands to the arms, one bungee cord each, trying to make them not too tight this time. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes and struggled a little to get free, which she could not, apparently. we tried some more necking but the chair just wasn't built right for that and it would have been really uncomfortable for both of us. She said she didn't think it was going to work, so I agreed, picked up my book-bag and, amid her protests, left her tied to the chair and walked out, being sure to tell John to untie her before he left. I got halfway through the parking lot before I felt a tad guilty and went back. I knocked on the door and Mary came bursting out with her books. She had apparently freed herself after some work.

Sadly, that was my last get-together with Mary. John, the big-mouth, told everyone in drama about it (leaving out most of the bondage stuff I think) and Mary and I decided to cool it a little because we both didn't want to get ragged on, and we weren't looking for a relationship together. Sigh.... If there's one thing I learned, it's: don't use bungee cords.

Pesh

Wed Jan 06 03:17:29 1999

I know that one was more to the point than most here, because it wasn't so much a tie-up-game as a bondage experience, but it didn't fit in the college page because it happened in my teen years, and it didn't fit on Bob's cause it didn't have gagging. (unless you count the kissing, which I did use to stop her from asking to be untied. Can I say that here?) So, I'm placing it here. Sorry if it's not what you were expecting.

Pesh

Thu Jan 07 01:15:13 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

I found Bob's page awhile ago and thought about contributing, but most of my good stories are co-ed and his page is strictly about tying up girls. I thought I'd try posting one here. One of my favorite experiences involves a girl I was dating.

Part 1

This happened back when I was about 16 or 17. I had a little clique I hung out with back in high school. There were 2 girls and about 3-4 guys we hung around with. One afternoon, one of the 2 girls, Kristi, was being a bit annoying, so we decided to tie and gag her. I'm going to save that one for another time, though. This incident that I'm going to talk about happened a few weeks later. One Saturday afternoon, Kristi, Alisa (the one I was sort of dating) and I got together to hang out. Alisa's mom had a real thing for shopping and she was going to be gone most of the day and her dad was gone on a business trip. We were planning to watch a movie. Kristi announced out of the blue she wanted to tie up. I wasn't crazy about the idea because I didn't totally trust her. I had been wanting to tie Lisa up though, so I proposed an idea that I thought would be more interesting and a bit more fun.

Mike
michael_120

Thu Jan 07 01:47:06 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Part 2

I suggested that Kristi tie me and Alisa together back-to-back. Alisa didn't like the idea at first, but after giving it some thought, she decided she would enjoy getting tied up with me. We set some ground rules before we started. It was about 1:30, so we figured it would be about 2 before we were actually tied up. Alisa's mom was due in at 5 so we agreed that Kristi would have us totally untied by 4 to make sure we would be free before she got back. Kristi had to promise she wouldn't tickle us or torture us in any way. Alisa insisted that no gag be used. Kristi said that was unfair because she had been gagged, but Alisa said she wouldn't do it if she was gagged. I added in that we couldn't be blindfolded either and I could only be gagged if Lisa could. She also couldn't separate us.
After making sure Kristi agreed to the rules, we went to the garage and got some rope. We found three good coils and a 50 foot roll of nylon cord. Two of the ropes were white cotton, about an inch thick and 30 feet long. The biggest rope was about 50 feet and was about 2 or 3 inches thick.

mike
michael_120

Thu Jan 07 01:59:57 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Part 3
We went back to Lisa's room and sat in the middle of the floor. I told Kristi to let me tie Lisa first and then tie me the exact same way. Lisa sat in the floor and I cut a 10-12 foot piece of nylon cord. I found the middle and wrapped it around her ankles 10-15 times and tied it. Then I had her cross her wrists behind her back and I tied her with a seperate piece of cord following the same procedure. I then used one of the 1" diameter ropes and tied her arms to her sides using about 10 loops and knotted it in the back. I then sat down and let Kristi do the same thing to me. It took her about 5 minutes to get me secure. Then to add the finishing touches, she used the large rope and wrapped it around our arms about 15 times. She pulled the rope tight and knotted it on the side. We both squirmed a little, but the ropes held tight. The only thing we could do besides turning our heads and talking was bending our knees. Kristi watched us for a few minutes, then decided to go into the living room and watched TV. She promised to come and check on us and wished us alot of luck in getting out of our ropes.

Mike
michael_120

Thu Jan 07 02:10:54 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

part 4
We sat back to back and squirmed for about 20 minutes. It took a lot of effort to move because of the 2 layers of rope around our arms. Kristi popped in to see if we had made any progress and taunted us for a little while. She told us she was going to guard us to make sure we didn't try to escape. She stayed in the room watching us sit back to back for about 20 more minutes before she went back in the other room.
After she left again, I suggested that we try to scoot towards the closet door and see if we could try to find something to help us work our way out of the ropes. With some effort, Lisa used her legs to push and I used mine to pull us towards the closet door. We rolled on our sides and I tried to work my feet back and forth against the top of the desk, but it didn't work. I then tried to use the door knob of the closet to work the ropes off but that didn't work either. Alisa wasn't near anything she could use to get loose, and we couldn't sit up again, so we laid there until Kristi came to check on us again.

mike
michael_120

Thu Jan 07 02:19:24 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Part 5
Kristi came back in to check on us and found us lying on the floor back to back. She decided that she was going to put us in kitchen chairs and re-tie us back to back since we could roll around.
It was just before 3 and we still had another hour to go. I had a better idea. Lisa's dad had an over sized easy chair recliner in the living room. Rather than tying us back to back again, we could sit side by side and we would almost be laying on our backs so we'd be even more helpless. Kristi liked the idea, so she untied our feet and undid the big rope. She marched us into the other room holding our arms so we couldn't run from her. She then sat us in the recliner and went behind us. The rope only went around us about 7 or 8 times, but it pulled us tightly into the recliner. We were pressed very closely together. It was kind of a cool feeling being tied up so snuggly next to Alisa. Kristi reclined the chair and tied our legs to the leg rests. We were totatally immobile for the next hour until it hit 4 and Kristi untied us. We talked and tried to struggle to get free, but there wasn't any chance of getting loose under all that rope. I hoped that we would get to be tied like that again, but it never happened. We did get to tie Kristi up one other time before the year was over. Lisa changed high schools the following year and we drifted apart. It would be fun to try it again though when I get in a relationship with someone else.

Mike
michael_120

Thu Jan 7 07:55:41 CST 1999

Mike,
Great story. However, if I am right, this page is not about tying up girls only. It started out as a girls-tying-guys page. Canuck has let it branch out a little. So please post your stories. Thanks for a good story.

mike
mimede@usit.net

Thu Jan 07 16:36:19 Ora solare Europa occidentale 1999

I really enjoy this place, and I will soon contribute with some of my esperience ... I'm a little bit slow in writing because english is not my language (I'm italian).

Bye

By the way are there any other italians here?

Cyb_doom
cyb_doom@hotmail.com

Thu Jan 07 16:45:50 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hello Everybody

I've looked at this site a few times and thought it was really cool. I had a bunch of bondage experiences as a teenager and I will definately share them with you.

The first one I'm sharing was awesome. Please read.

When I was about 17, we used to meet at Mike's place each day after school. We usually just sat around talking and watching television. Each day we'd watch Hogan's Heroes and Gilligan's Island until his mother came home from work. Our favorite being the latter, because we'd joke about what kind of mischief we could get into with the castaways, such as getting the Howell's money and fooling around with Ginger and Mary Anne.

Mike had two hot sisters, Dianne who was a year younger, and Marlene a few years older. I got along great with both of them, Marlene was always telling me how cute I was, and Dianne would talk to me about anything.

One day I knew Mike wasn't going to be there because of a dentist appointment, so I decided to play stupid and show up looking for him, just so I could hang out with his beautiful siblings. When I arrived, Marlene told me that Mike wasn't home but I was welcome to come in. I sat down on the couch and started to watch TV with the two girls. The Gilligan episode was one of my favorites. It was the one where Ginger's double shows up on the island, and poor Ginger ends up all tied up.

villan

Thu Jan 07 17:14:23 Eastern Standard Time 1999

When that scene came on, Dianne shook her head and said that if that it was stupid to tie her like that. Immediately I asked her why and she said that because if she was kidnapped like that all she'd do was pull off her gag, untie her ankles and walk away (if you never saw this episode, her hands are tied in front of her and she's loosely gagged).

My heart started to beat pretty fast and then almost started to jump through my chest when she demonstrated by pretending she was tied up. Marlene started to laugh and said that she'd have to remember to tie her hands behind her back the next time she wanted some piece and quiet. I was basically speechless, when Dianne stood up and told us that all she would have to do is roll around and move her hands around her. She did a quick demonstration that just about floored me.

Marlene told her that if she could manage to get free, it would probably still take awhile, and the silence would be deafening. She jokingly told her that she thought her backside would be way too huge for her to get her hands around. I forced out a laugh, but the mental picture I was getting had me sweating.

Dianne also laughed and told us that if we found something to tie her up with she'd show us how she could do it. I was basically shaking when Marlene asked me to help her find something. As we started to go down stairs, Marlene yelled back that she wanted dibs on gagging her. I came across a long length of dusty old clothesline under the workbench and asked Marlene if we could use it. "Perfect" she said. She told me to cut off a couple of ten-foot lengths.

villan

Thu Jan 07 17:16:48 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I asked her if we needed that much, and she told me to trust her, because she's done this before. I really wanted to ask her who and when and where, but I was way too shy. I cut the rope as she asked me and followed her back upstairs. When we got back to the living room, Marlene told Dianne to stand up and put her hands behind her. Dianne asked us to tie her up in her bedroom, she went on to say that if she has to roll around she'd be much more comfortable lying on her bed. She also said that we could just leave her there until she freed herself.

Marlene agreed to it and said that she'd have to stay there awhile because she was going to tie her up so tight she' never get loose. As we were walking down the hall, I came up with a great idea and said that if she couldn't get loose, I'd rescue her if she managed to call us. Dianne thought that would be great, she could pretend that she was kidnapped or held hostage. She even told us that we shouldn't free her until she was able to call us or manage to get loose.

Dianne jumped on her bed and rolled over onto her stomach, she crossed her wrists together behind her back. Marlene took one of the rope pieces from me and started to wind it over and under a couple of times, pulled out all the slack and tied a very tight knot. She then wound the rest of it around them pulling out any slack whatsoever. When she finished knotting the rope, she told me to tie her ankles together while she got something to shut her up with.

My hands were shaking as I tried to tie them together. Dianne must have noticed because she rolled half way over onto her side and told me not to be so nervous and that she had always wanted to see if she could free herself the way she had described earlier. Marlene was still going through Dianne's sock drawer, as Dianne began to tell me how to tie her feet together good and tight. She told me to wrap the rope around them 4 or 5 times really tightly, tying them, then cinch it tight, then

villan

Thu Jan 07 17:18:16 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I managed to do as she asked, and once I finished she tested her bonds by struggling a bit. She told me that we did a good job, because she could barely move her arms and legs. Marlene had just returned, and forced Dianne to sit up. Dianne giggled as Marlene forced a rolled up sock into her mouth. As Marlene jokingly told her that she's waited years to shut her up like this, she tightly tied a wound up paisley kerchief around her mouth forcing the sock deep into her mouth.

Marlene stood up and let Dianne drop back down on the bed. She told her that if she managed to wiggle free she'd let her do that to her sometime. Dianne looked back at her and tried her best to force out some words but all she could manage was a couple of mmmpppffs. Marlene laughed and told me that she'd be awhile trying to get that stuffing out of her mouth. I managed a smile but I couldn't take my eyes off her. In fact I think Dianne noticed that I was enjoying her predicament, because she kept squirming and moaning and pretended to have a terrified look on her face.

After watching her for a minute or so, Marlene told me we should leave her alone. I told Marlene that we should stay and make sure she doesn't choke or fall off the bed or anything. Marlene just told me not to worry about it, she grabbed my hand and led me out the door. When we got back into the living room, Marlene said to me that we'd leave her for a couple of hours, just to see if she still thought it would be fun to be all tied up.

I kept trying to make excuses to go see how she was doing, but Marlene demanded I stay away. I kept telling her that I thought we should keep checking on her to make sure she was okay. Finally Marlene agreed, so we went down to her room and looked in. Dianne was trying to get her hands around her bum as she had wanted to, but wasn't being to successful. After watching her struggle and pull on her ropes while moaning through her gag I got really excited. I desper

Villan

Thu Jan 07 17:20:37 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I told Marlene that I thought she wanted us to let her go, but Marlene only said that a deal was a deal, she would have to get loose on her own or by asking us for help. Marlene motioned me towards the door and said goodbye to Dianne very sarcastically. Dianne tried pleading with her by shaking her head and moaning while rolling over and struggling. I didn't want to leave, but Marlene pushed me out the door and we went back to the living room.

I was going crazy. I wanted to see Dianne more than anything. My hands were trembling and my mouth was dry. Marlene was starting to notice that I enjoyed watching Dianne as I was having a hard time talking. She kept smiling at me and asking me if I ever tied anybody up before. After I answered no, she asked me if I enjoyed tying Dianne up. I told her I thought it was fun.

I was getting nervous about the questions she was asking, but just as she was asking me why I enjoyed it, we heard a car pull into the driveway. Marlene looked out the window and saw it was her friend Kim. She started to chuckle, and told me that I wasn't to tell Kim about Dianne being bound and gagged in her bedroom. In fact I was to keep her busy while Marlene told Dianne that if she could get Kim to untie her we would let her go.

When Kim came to the door I invited her inside. She asked me what I was doing there, because she knew that Mike was at the Dentist with his mother. I explained to her that I had forgotten about his appointment and that Marlene had let me in. She looked at me strangely and told me she was just kidding, she then grabbed me by my cheek and told me I was so cute. Just then Marlene came down the hall and welcomed her friend, giving me a wink in the process.

Villan

Fri Jan 08 17:26:31 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Just to say how great it is to see so many new posters and stories. I've enjoyed reading them...
On ya!

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Fri Jan 08 16:45:46 1999

Great story JMIKE - cant wait to see the rest of it !

mitch
mitchbuch@aol.com

Sat Jan 09 02:04:25 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The kidnapping of Sarah and Jenny. Part I

In the story "Kidnapped" I described how the two girls Sarah and Jenny, sisters and cousins of my best friend Joe, had kidnapped me and left me all tied up in a barn. They had Joe search for me to rescue me by giving him clues, but I managed to break free just as they arrived.

The kidnapping was not something the girls had planned, but an idea they came up with as they had found me tied up by Joe in a hammock at our boat house. Our little "gang" had played tie up games every summer since childhood, and when this occurred we were fourteen, except for Jenny who was fifteen. We still played the games and this summer we had tied each other up several times. We tried to invent "funny" and "odd" ways of tying a prisoner up, and he or she often got one hour to get free. Joe was the mind behind us discovering the hog-tie, when the prisoner’s hands are tied behind the back and then connected to the bound feet by a length of rope. The length of the rope was the key to how comfortable or often uncomfortable the prisoner would be. We soon learned that the girls could manage this much more better than us guys. They were both very lithe and could easily touch their heels with their arms behind them, but when Joe and I were put in such a position the ropes always dug into our skin and even caused the fingers to go numb if we were tied up too long.

We never wanted to cause pain in our games, so when we hog-tied each other we always made sure the prisoner was OK with the situation. The hog-tie position however, was perfect for tickle torture of the prisoner, something we used frequently. None of us could resist tickling a bound prisoner, and this of course, led to revenge later. Our games were built on retaliation from the captured party, and as the girls had kidnapped me, I wanted revenge.

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:07:21 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part II
I started plotting my revenge immediately after my own kidnapping. I started with a little bit of psychological war-fare. Every now and then I would drop a line like:
-You know you are going to be abducted soon, don’t you?
Or I would comment on how scared one of them would feel all tied up in a dark cellar somewhere.

We didn’t spend all the time that summer tying each other up. Mostly we would be at the beach, sun-bathing, swimming or playing some game like Frisbee or volley-ball. We were out in the boat often, diving into the clear but cold water of the lake. If the weather was bad we hanged out in the boat house, where we had a room of our own, and that was mostly an "adult-free environment". All the time the following week I plotted how to kidnap the girls and get back at them. I would do it two times, one kidnapping for each girl, as the other must be allowed to search for the kidnapped one. I would only manage this by having an ally. I shared my plans with Joe and he agreed to help. We would do the first kidnapping the following evening at around seven. We knew the girls would be watching a TV show they liked, and we could trick one of them to come out of the house alone.

I prepared myself down to every little detail. The kidnapping would have to be quick and silent, the hiding-place for the prisoner would have to be somewhere away from the estate, but not too far away. I prepared lengths of rope with slip-knots to tie my victim fast, and also a good gag that would silence her quickly. Usually we used a rag stuffed into the mouth, covered with a bandana, but I wanted a one-piece gag, and it would have to be very effective.

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:08:55 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part III
In those days we had never heard of, or seen a ball-gag, but it was something to that effect I wanted. Joe and I brainstormed on the subject gags, and invented various types that were fairly good, but not perfect. Then Joe came up with the idea of a sock. We never wore socks during summer, so we never had tried that. We took one white sports-sock and rolled it around a bandana. Then we knotted the ends and had an orange-sized very soft white ball with bandana-ends coming out of it. When we tried it, it compressed nicely when stuffed into the mouth, and then filled it up perfectly. Just to be nice we used a newly washed sock right out of the hamper!

When the evening of the kidnapping came the girls were in the main house. Both pair of parents were away for the evening. They knew about our games, and occasionally wandered in on one of us tied up, but I don’t think they would have liked a real kidnapping…
Jenny and Sarah were sprawled on the TV-room couch, waiting for the show to start. Jenny had her long blonde hair in a ponytail and was dressed in blue jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt. Sarah’s reddish hair was as usual in braids and she had cut-off jeans and a t-shirt. Both girls were as usual barefoot. Joe’s two younger brothers were playing something in the back room as Joe entered the scene. He explained that he needed help with something at the back of the house, and asked Jenny to come. She was very reluctant at first, as the show was just about to start, but when Joe offered to do the dishes later she came.

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:10:17 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IV
When Jenny came out on the small porch at the back of the house I was waiting. I grabbed her from behind with my arms around her and stuffed the gag in her mouth. I pushed her forward down on her knees and onto her stomach. Before she had time to try and spit the sock out I tied the bandana ends in her neck and she was effectively silenced. I brought her arms behind her and pulled the slip-knot of one rope over her left hand. I quickly looped the rope around both wrists and then in the opposite direction between her hands creating a swift but firm tie of her hands, palms out. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear that she was kidnapped, and by the rules of our game had to do as she was told. Jenny nodded her head, but the blue eyes shot angry glares at me, possibly because she realized she was going to miss the TV-show!

Now I had to move fast. I put Jenny to her feet and marched her down from the house to the beach. We went along to the boat house and I sat her down in the big wooden boat. As a precaution I put a life-west on her over her bound arms and secured it. Then I tied her feet together and put her down on her stomach, covering her with a blanket. I put out on the lake and rowed towards a small island, not very far off.

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:11:38 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part V
The island was only about a houndred metres in diameter. It was one of our favourite places, and had served as scenery in many pirate-games. It was covered with pine-trees and had a little sandy beach at one end. I rowed the boat towards the beach and just crashed it full force up on the sand. I kicked off my shoes and jumped ashore and dragged the boat up a little more. I secured the boat to a tree and started to untie Jenny’s feet. She looked at me over her gag and I could read amusement in those blue eyes. She was finding the abduction exciting! I took off her life-west and helped her on to the beach. I grabbed her by the arm and led her towards the centre of the island. She wasn’t struggling, but padded happily along all tied up and gagged.

There was a small cabin on the island, built of stone and wood. It had been both pirate-headquarters and a cowboy-fort in our earlier games. The cabin had a cellar beneath a narrow hatch at the back, and this cellar, I intended to make into Jenny’s place of captivity. Cold stone steps led down to the small cellar and the floor of old concrete felt cold under my bare feet. A perfect place to leave a tied up girl in, I thought. Jenny shrugged a little from the feeling of the floor and the dark, rather scary cellar.

I had brought a small back-pack with more ropes and some other objects I needed. The frightened look in Jenny’s eyes made me decide to take the gag off for a moment. If she was really scared of the cellar I would put the whole thing off. I untied the gag and took the sock out. Jenny wet her lips and asked me if I really intended to leave her in the cellar. I nodded with a grin, and she just replied:
-OK, if you don’t leave me too long, it’s very chilly down here.
-If Sarah can’t find you in an hour I’ll tell her were you are, I replied.

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:12:55 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VI
My first intention had been to hog-tie Jenny on the floor, but with the cold concrete and all I decided not to. Instead I started to tie her arms and legs with several loops of rope, knotting them off every now and then. When I had finished tying her ankles she looked like a mummy in ropes. She had a little difficulty keeping her balance so I helped her to a sitting position with her back against the wall. I took more rope and secured her hands to a pipe running along the wall near the floor. Now she couldn’t move about. It was time for the gag again and she opened wide as I held it out. When she was gagged I produced a nearly antique Polaroid camera from my back-pack. It was the kind of camera that spits the picture out immediately. I positioned two flash-lights to shine their beams at her and took several pictures. Jenny squirmed and mumbled in her gag as I was about to leave. Her eyes were wide open and I could see she wanted to communicate.
I took off the gag again and she asked me if I could scratch her nose before I went.
-No! I replied and put the gag back on, but scratched her nose anyway.

I went out and closed the door. Now she was in complete darkness, tied up and gagged and I had presented her with this little adventure. I went to the boat and started home. As I came to the house I realized the whole affair had only taken about three quarters of an hour. Sarah was still watching the TV-show and asked me where Jenny was. I gave her the pictures and told her Jenny had been kidnapped. She was now tied and gagged at a secret place. Sarah would have to rescue her.
-You bastard, Sarah cried. You made Jenny miss the show!
No concern what so ever about the fact that her sister was having a good time tied and gagged someplace dark and cold.

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:14:09 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VII
I explained to Sarah that I would start the countdown for her rescue-mission, and that she had one hour to find Jenny.
-Remember, I said, she has already been tied up for nearly an hour, so don’t waste any time!

Sarah’s first clue was the pictures. She studied them very carefully and then decided to go and check in the cellar of the main house. She padded down the stairs, but found nothing there. No she started for the beach and the boat house. Joe and I followed, enjoying the situation. Sarah demanded more clues. I told her Jenny was in an old place and not too far away. This made Sarah think of an old hunting-cabin out in the woods, about half a mile away. She started running up a little path in the woods and we followed. No luck at the hunting-cabin and Sarah stood there panting to get her breath back.
-20 minutes gone, I said with a smile.
Sarah thought hard. She looked very funny when she wrinkled her forehead and tried to be a clever sleuth. I suggested we would go back to the beach.

At the beach I told Sarah to look around for an obvious clue. She turned her head and focused on the boat, then realized the boat had been in the boat house before. She ran up to the boat and noticed my shoes in it, and the fact that it was still wet.
-The island, she cried triumphantly!

PH

Sat Jan 09 02:15:25 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VIII
We all jumped in the boat, and Joe, the perfect gentleman took the oars. Ten minutes later we were at the island and Sarah jumped in the water a few metres before the boat hit the beach. She hurried up to the old cabin shouting for Jenny. Muffled screams could be heard from the cellar and Sarah opened the door. I gave her a flashlight and we went inside.

On the floor was Jenny, neatly tied-up and gagged, just as I had left her an hour ago. Sarah took the gag off and Jenny asked for a drink. I produced a water-bottle and she gulped it all.
-How long have I been here, asked Jenny. It feels like ten hours!
-Just over an hour, I replied. Sarah found you in fifty minutes. All in all you have been kidnapped for two hours!
-Could you untie me now, begged Jenny. My feet are cold and my fingers are starting to go numb.
I untied the rope connecting Jenny’s hands to the pipe and we carried her out in the open. There we untied her completely and she rubbed her wrists and ankles which had red rope-burns. I commented on the fact that I hadn’t tortured her like they had done to me, and Jenny said that being tied-up in a dark cellar so long was torture enough. She added that the experience had been very exciting though, not knowing what I would do to her, or when she was going to be rescued.

We all went to the boat and started home. In the boat I started teasing Sarah that her time would come…

PH

Sat Jan 09 12:08:57 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

PH, that was a great story! I really enjoyed reading it. Yahh, you must have had some great times...

I could not help thinking how many similarities there were between our respective experiences ( save for the fact your tie ups were done as a group where it was an individual thing for Nicky and myself ) Though I cannot help thinking how much more fun it would have been at times, if we had been able to make tie ups a group thing as part of our play like you all did.

Our "tie-ups" ( for thats what we called them back then ) evolved like yours with us both discovering hogties in due course. We used to tie each other up, sometimes in the oddest positions as the rules called for them. Also the pirates bit ( we did not have cowboys or Indians in Australia ) and roleplaying sounded quite similar to what we did too. Though we never staged actual 'kidnappings' like you did. We did have kidnap games but nothing as elaborate as yours.

Having said that, Ph theres a chat on at the usual time tomorrow, hope u can make it.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sat Jan 9 15:16:37 EST 1999

Hey...anybody know when Doug is posting his month of January story? He said he'd post one about his older cousin Keith about a month ago...he said he'd post it in a month, which is about right now :)

WHSRocket

Sun Jan 10 02:29:25 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Mason, thank you for your kind words! I just tried to connect to the chat, but unfortunately failed. It seems to work one time out of ten!

I agree with your comment on how the tie-up games seemed to develop and evolve as we went along. From kids-play to more of role-play. Those are indeed very good memories from my child/teenhood and I can go to these places today, twenty years later, and still remember things by just remembering a smell or seeing an object. (Like that story by Albert Camus about cookies if anyone have read it) I still go to the summer house every summer.

Well, I will finish this by posting the last parts of the Kidnapping story. Thanks to everyone posting all the interesting and good stories!

PH

Sun Jan 10 02:43:07 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Sarah gets hers…Part I

The abduction of Jenny had been a success. Everything had worked perfectly, but I still had regrets about not subjecting her to a little tickle-torture as she was tied up in the cellar. Well, I still had Sarah to deal with, and I could have all the fun I wanted with her.

Both Sarah and Jenny were very careful around me the following day. They never left each other, not giving me the opportunity to surprise Sarah alone. I continuously teased Sarah about what was coming. We spent the day at the beach, just relaxing.
After dinner we went to the boat house and played Monopoly or something. Suddenly the girls mother came up the stairs and asked Jenny to do an errand. Sarah offered to go along, but Mrs. L. said she just needed Jenny. (In fact it was Joe who had talked her into this, explaining we wanted to play a prank on Sarah!) Jenny left with Mrs. L. and Joe and I looked at Sarah with wide grins.

We waited until Jenny and Mrs. L. were well out of range to hear Sarah scream and then jumped her.
-Oh no you don’t…she started, but was grabbed by Joe and had a sock-gag stuffed into her mouth. Sarah was wearing an outfit of Levi’s shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt and her hair was not in braids this day, but simply gathered on top of her head in a rubber band and falling down one side of her head. After a little struggle Sarah’s hands were securely tied behind her. As I explained to her that she was now officially kidnapped, she stopped struggling. Her green eyes gave the message that she would not give up that easy though. Sarah was a fighter when it came to tie up games, and I had to be very careful not to let her escape.

PH

Sun Jan 10 02:44:27 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part II
I tied a rope around her waist and led her away from the boat house. We followed a path in the woods for about half a mile and I stopped as we came to the edge of a field. It was covered with grass and surrounded with big pine trees and small bushes. At the edge of the field stood a wooden tower used for bird-watching. It was about three metres high with a roof on it and hatches to watch the birds from. I untied Sarah’s hands and quickly retied them in front of her, leaving a long rope attached to the hands. I tossed the end of the rope over a crossbar between two of the tower’s legs. I tugged on the rope and tied it to a lower crossbar. Sarah was now standing with her arms over her head. Then I took another length of rope and started to tie her ankles together. When I did this the rope slid very lightly over the bare skin and tickled her legs and feet and she giggled behind the gag. I untied the knot of the rope holding her hands above her head and tightened it a little more, forcing Sarah to stand on tip-toe.

The sight was really fascinating. In this position her t-shirt had hitched up, leaving her waist bare. It was too much, and I just had to tickle her a little. I could see from the look in her eyes that she knew exactly what I was up to. From behind the gag came muffled sounds that I interpreted as:
-Don’t you dare to tickle me!
But they came out something like:
-Ooomp oo oaaw blo bibl mbgee!
I picked a straw from the ground and started tickling her belly, and soon she was laughing hard behind her gag. She was swaying back and forth, trying to keep her balance, standing on tip toe as she was. I continued to tickle the back of her legs and moved down to her bare feet. Her arches and heels were well off the ground and I tickled her feet for a long period.

PH

Sun Jan 10 02:45:57 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part III
Sarah twisted and turned, and even tried to get her feet away from me by hanging on to the rope with her hands and try to lift her feet, but I continued to tickle her. The sounds coming from behind her gag were a mix of laughter and angry screams.
I just told her this was payback for what she and Jenny had done to me in the barn.

When I thought she had had enough I quickly untied the rope forcing her hands above her head, but kept them tied together. I untied her feet and explained that I wanted her to climb the ladder up to the platform of the tower. She nodded her head and started climbing. I followed right behind her. The platform was about two by two metres and had a floor of wooden planks. I ordered Sarah to kneel and untied her hands, retying them behind her. I continued to tie her arms with several loops of rope. When they were done I lay her down on her stomach and tied her feet together. I tied the ankles crossed. The job was completed with a rope connecting the hands and feet, bringing her feet up to her buttocks. I didn’t want Sarah to fall off the platform, so I tied a rope from her hands to one of the supporting wooden beams of the tower-construction, leaving her completely immobile. I once again produced the old Polaroid from my little back-pack and took some snapshots of the hog-tied Sarah. In this tricky position I left her, promising to be back in an hour. She looked over her shoulder at me as I started to climb down, and that look could definitely kill. This was one mad girl!

PH

Sun Jan 10 02:48:29 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IV
I hurried back to the boat house where I met Joe and Jenny. Jenny had already understood that Sarah was kidnapped and had tried to force Joe to tell where I had taken her. Joe had said nothing and Jenny demanded clues. I gave her the photo of the hog-tied Sarah and Jenny actually smiled an evil smile as she took in her sister’s situation.
-She can’t be far away, she commented. You haven’t been gone that long.
In fact it was only about forty-five minutes ago that I walked away with my captive.
Jenny studied the background in the picture. All she could see was the wooden floor and the wall made of planks behind Sarah. I had been careful not to include anything else in the picture.
-Will I need shoes?, asked Jenny. She was barefoot, wearing a pair of Adidas track-suit pants and a jeans-shirt over a t-shirt.
-You probably will, she’s somewhere in the woods, I answered quickly, immediately realizing my mistake giving this information away. Jenny collected her sneakers and we went off.

Jenny started her search by going to the same cabin Sarah had when Jenny was kidnapped. She probably thought the wooden planks in the picture could be from this cabin. No luck there, and Jenny wanted another clue. I told her that Sarah was in a high place.

Jenny started back towards the estate, not hurrying like Sarah had. Halfway back she stopped suddenly and thought for a while.
-Can she see any birds where she’s at?, she asked me. I didn’t intend to answer that, but the way I looked must have given me away. Jenny realized the hiding-place must be the tower, and started to run that way.

PH

Sun Jan 10 02:49:51 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part V
The hunting cabin was to the north-east of the estate and the tower to the north-west, so Jenny didn’t have to go back to the house. She just crossed through the forest, using a small path and soon we were below the tower. Jenny shouted for Sarah and got a muffled response from the tower. We all climbed up, and there she was, hog-tied, gagged and happy to be rescued.

Jenny undid the gag and Sarah asked how long she had been there. Jenny had found her in thirty minutes, so she had been there for about forty-five minutes. Jenny was proud to be a better detective than Sarah had, and suggested that we’d leave her tied-up for a couple of more hours, but Sarah protested angrily. We untied her and helped her down from the tower and started back towards the boat house. Sarah told Jenny how I had tickled her when she was tied to the support-beam, and both girls agreed that revenge was due.
-We’re going to kidnap you one of these days and tickle the s..t out of you, you horrible boy!
I must say the idea was rather promising…

PH

Sun Jan 10 19:24:13 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Story continued from December archives.

Nicky had had some kind of clever idea involving arranging for both of us to be tied up simultaneously. Read on to see her brilliant idea.....

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Jan 10 19:28:21 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 45 - Mrs C to be roped in

"I'll ask mum to help tie us up," she said "She thinks its just a fun thing we do, she doesn't mind at all."

Acutely embarrassed at the idea of an adult even if it was the very tolerant and totally cool Nicky's mother tying us up, I complained, "Yes, but you can't ask your mum to help tie us up"

"Why not?" Nicky asked, beginning to purse her lips together, a sure sign she was starting to get annoyed with me.

"Because she's an adult that's why!" I said. "You can't ask her to tie us up!"

"Wanna bet?" she asked. Knowing that betting with her invariably resulted in my losing, I reluctantly gave in. "OK, ok" I said. "Ask her to tie us up then. But I bet she says no."

"She won't" Nicky stated this fact with complete assurance. "I know what my mums like. She'll think it's a great joke."

"Oh right, I believe you." I snorted

"She will, I know she will!" Nicky opened her mouth to yell for her mum to come upstairs.

Hastily, I interrupted. "Ok, ok! I believe you!"

With the smug expression of a cat that has just savoured a bowl of cream, she said, "Good! Now this is what we'll do - I'll tie your legs and you tie mine then I'll give mum a yell. Once she gets up here, I'll finish tying you up so I can show her what to do when shes tying me."

"Yeah, ok." I sighed.

"Well, come on! What are you waiting for?" Nicky asked. Picking up a piece of rope and handing it to me, she said, "Tie my legs together now then I'll do yours."

What could I do? This girl wasn't going to take no for an answer - Which was one thing about Nicky. She could be extremely stubborn when she wanted to be. One Nicky set her mind on something, she would not let go. It was only rarely that she would change her mind once she had decided upon a course of action. Not that I minded too much on this occasion. Secretly, I was more than happy to be tied up along with her - it was something I had dreamed of for quite some while now.

Sun Jan 10 19:29:13 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 46 - We tie each other up

I bound Nickys legs together at ankles, knees and thighs as tightly as I could. Even Nicky, who sometimes used to complain that I had not tied her tight enough, could not find fault with the way I had tied her legs together. After tying her legs together, Nicky leant over as best as she could to tie my legs together in the same way that I had just tied hers. I still remember the way she sat there, while still wearing her bright shiny yellow raincoat, legs tightly bound together, tying my own legs together. Some things just stick in the mind and this was one of them - even 20 years down the track.

Nicky bound my legs together in the same way I had tied hers - at ankles, knees and thighs. Once Nicky had completed roping up my legs to her satisfaction, she began explaining to me what her plans were. "OK, I'm going to call Mum now and I'm going to tell her that we have both been kidnapped and ask her to help tie us up." Noticing the look of apprehension and uncertainty on my face, Nicky exclaimed, "Don't worry, Mason! I know she will!"

"You'd better be right." I muttered, secretly hoping, despite myself that Mrs C would agree to help tie both of us up.

"I'm always right!" Nicky boasted. Thoughtfully, "What was I saying? Yes! Anyway, like I said, I'm going to ask her to help tie us up so I'm going to tie you up first and show her how to tie me up as well"

"I see," I said, "So, what you're saying is that you are going to explain to her what to do, you're going to show her how to tie you up by tying me up first?"

"That's right." Nicky beamed, obviously very pleased with herself for having come up with such a great idea. Suddenly, before I could object or protest, Nicky yelled out, "MUM, Could you come up here please?"

Sun Jan 10 19:29:50 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 47 - Mrs C is roped in…

I could hear her reply, faint and indistinct, as it was, "What?"

"CAN YOU COME UP HERE PLEASE?" Nicky shouted.

Mrs C called out, "Oh right, OK, Just give me a moment and I'll be right up,"

Looking thoroughly pleased with herself, Nicky happily smiled at me before Mrs C knocked on the door and asked if she could come in. ( that was one thing I liked very much about Mrs C - she always respected our privacy and did not treat us too much like little children ) Nicky called out for her to come in.

I sill remember the look of surprise on Mrs C's face when she walked in to find both of us with our legs tightly tied together. However, her initial surprise did not last for long, since she was so used to these games of ours. Nicky wasted little time in asking Mrs C if she would help tie us both up because we were "being kidnapped."

Mrs C only reply was a very mild, "I'm not sure if I can do this - I don't know how to tie anybody up." My triumphant smile was quickly extinguished when she went on to calmly suggest that perhaps Nicky would have to show her how to go about tying her up. This time it was Nicky's turn to look triumphant at having been proven right.

"But Mum, that's why I haven't tied Mason up yet so that I can show you what to do - then you can tie me up!" Nicky said.

"OK, I'll have a go," Mrs C said. "This sounds like it could be fun."

"Oh yes Mum!" Nicky reassured her. "Actually, you want me to tie you up too?" she added hopefully.

"Absolutely not! Nicky, I don't mind helping you to tie each other up but I will not allow you or anybody else to tie me up. Is that quite clear?" Mrs C asked in a gentle but extremely firm voice that left us in no doubt she meant what she said.

"OK Mum," Nicky said in a quite cheerful tone of voice, since she had not really expected Mrs C to say yes to being tied up herself. Mind you though, it was still worth a try.

Sun Jan 10 19:30:30 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 48 - Classes begin

"Now Nicky, what do I do?" asked Mrs C, sounding rather uncertain. "I've never tied anyone up before."

"Ah, Mum, it's easy!" Nicky exclaimed.

"Yes dear, but you have both been doing this for years. This is my first go at doing this," Mrs C pointed out with that aggravating reasonableness peculiar to mothers.

However, Nicky was not to be denied. "Mm, look, Mum, I'll show you what to do step by step, like I said, its pretty easy once you get the hang of it. You can help me tie up Mason and I'll show you what to do. OK?" she wheedled.

"Ok, ok" Mrs C gave in with remarkably good grace. It was times like this I could well understand why I rarely got my own way with Nicky if she was able to manipulate her mother this easily! But then, Nicky was always used to getting her own way - I do not mean to imply that she was spoilt - far from it in fact. However, being the only girl out of four children meant that she was often afforded a leeway her male siblings were not. Additionally her own natural intelligence allowed her to easily work things out and, if necessary use them to her advantage. If all else failed, Nicky would simply resort to her natural good looks and winning smile to get what she wanted.

"Mason, put your hands in front of you, lets get going." Nicky commanded. Used to her rather domineering nature I moved to comply. However Mrs C had other ideas. "Please, Nicky."

Nicky clucked with impatience. Swallowing her pride, she reluctantly said, "Please" more to keep the peace than anything else. Meanwhile, I had to work very hard to suppress my smile lest Nicky get mad at me.

Sun Jan 10 19:32:48 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 49 - A lesson well taught…

"Ok, let the lessons begin!" she said in a much more conciliatory tone of voice, obviously still feeling intimidated by her mum. For all that she had more leeway than her brothers, that did not mean she would be allowed to neglect the basic courtesies. Just for that matter, neither was I, as far as Mrs C was concerned. Nicky began tying and cinching my hands, palm to palm, tightly together in front of me, while taking Mrs C through each step of the tying process.

"Well, that doesn't seem too hard," Mrs C commented once Nicky had finished binding my hands in front of me.

"You have a go, mum," Nicky said, untying my hands. "Its not too hard once you know how - you just tie the legs and elbows together in exactly the same way"

I watched apprehensively, while Mrs C hesitantly began tying my hands together. For a first attempt, I had too admit it wasn't bad - it wasn't very tight but then Mrs C was obviously more concerned than Nicky was about hurting me. Besides which, we already knew each other's limits. Mrs C did not. However, it was the work of moments to manipulate my wrists in such a way to loosen the ropes and access the very inexpertly tied knot.

"Hey, that's not too bad, Mum! But it needs to be much tighter than that or he'll escape!" Nicky commented. "You need to make sure that he can't reach the knot either"

Mrs C looked doubtful. "I don't want to hurt Mason."

"Don't worry Mrs C!" I reassured her, "I'll let you know if it's hurting me. Nicky always ties me up too tight anyway!" I teased her.

She looked indignant. " I do not!! How about you?" she accused. "What about earlier today? My hands and feet were going numb in the closet!"

"Calm down, calm down," Mrs C, ever the peacemaker, said. "Just let me know if I'm hurting you. Ok?

Sun Jan 10 19:33:25 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 50 - Damsels in distress

"Sure" I agreed, "Have another try" Without further ado, Mrs C picked up the rope from the floor where I had dropped it and rebound my hands together under Nicky's careful tutelage. This time around, it was much better. The rope was tight, and I couldn't reach the knots. As they say, practise makes perfect. However, perfectionist that she was, Nicky wasn't satisfied. She made her mum bind my hands twice more before she was satisfied that her mum really had 'learnt the ropes,' if you will excuse the shockingly awful pun.

"Ok, put your hands behind your back," Nicky said. Mockingly, she added "Please!" Nicky's mother just frowned, unsure if her darling little daughter really was sincere or merely trying to take the mickey out of me. Knowing Nicky as well as I did, it was definitely the latter. Naturally, Nicky delegated the responsibility for tying me up to her mum.

It did not take Mrs C long to tie my hands very securely together behind my back - even Nicky had to admit that she'd done a good job of tying my hands - as they say, practice makes perfect! The ropes were very snug but not so tight it was going to cut off the circulation. After Mrs C had finished tying my hands, Nicky encouraged her to do my elbows next, which she did - all too well! Nicky constantly encouraged her to "make it tighter - he'll let you know if it's hurting." As I have already said, I was never as flexible as Nicky so the twain never did meet. When tying her elbows together, I never had any trouble making them touch each other. My hands and arms were now totally immobilised. By now, Mrs C was really enjoying herself - I could tell that Mrs C was obviously pleased with her own tying prowess by the big smile on her face as she thoughtfully regarded my bonds. Nicky's own smile mirrored hers.

Sun Jan 10 19:33:58 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 51 - Nicky is such a tease!

"Ok, Mum," Nicky said, "Now, I'll show you how to tie his arms to his body," Grinning at me, "Just so he never escapes!"

"Isn't that a little overkill?" Mrs C said with an ever so slight twinge of doubt evident in her voice. "Tying Mason up like that?"

Nicky shrugged, "Not really. Besides," a very sly note entering her voice, "Mason likes to be tied up like that."

"Ok" Mrs C said, not realising the double entendre Nicky had so skilfully injected. Fortunately, Mrs C was looking at Nicky and missed the very nasty look I directed at her. Mrs C completely missed Nicky's real meaning for which I was really most thankful - it was one thing for Nicky to know just how much I liked being tied up but I drew the line at her mother knowing also. Fortunately she interpreted Nicky's comment to mean that I "liked to be tied up like that" so that I could not escape.

"Besides, if you are going to kidnap somebody, you have to tie them up really tight so they do not escape!" Nicky lectured.

"Oh, absolutely!" Mrs C agreed, by now playing along wholeheartedly, "Is that why you want me to tie both of you up like this so that you cannot escape?"

Sun Jan 10 19:34:33 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 52 - A pirate career not for Mrs C.

"That's right!" Nicky beamed at her mum. Jokingly, "Maybe you could join the pirates. They're always kidnapping people! And they always seem to kidnap girls too. Beautiful princesses like me!" Nicky preened, thoroughly taken with the idea that it had been her beauty that had motivated the pirates to kidnap her.

"Oh no - I don't think so." Mrs C disagreed. "They wouldn't want a woman like me - they are all men." She said this, while looking at me as if to leave me in no doubt that it was never the fairer sex responsible for the various kidnappings and abductions we used to read about in the papers. Now theres a thought for you all - why is it that we never hear the term, "men in distress" but we always hear the perennially popular sobriquet, 'damsels in distress'? Exactly. Somehow there is something wonderfully romantic and fetching about the wonderful image(s) that the term 'damsels in distress' creates in all of us. The classic bound and gagged beauty waiting to be rescued from her villainous captors.

"Besides, Mrs C added ominously, ostentatiously looking at the rain-spattered window, "I get seasick" ( and well she might too, the waves were that big outside )

For once, Nicky had no answer to this putdown. Neither did I. I didn't have the heart to explain about Conan's lover and pirate sidekick, the fiery and beautiful Valeria. She was always too busy pillaging and sacking cities and hapless merchantmen ships alongside 'Amra' ( Conan ) to worry about such trivialities such as seasickness. ( I was and still am a big Conan fan. Lots of lovely bondaged beauties in the ancient Hyborian Ages when men were mighty and women beautiful. ) Not as bondagey as those classic 'Gor' books but nevertheless, not too shabby in that department either, especially in the comic versions such as 'Savage Sword of Conan' etcetera. .

Sun Jan 10 19:35:02 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 53 - 'Bondage 101' classes continue

Suddenly impatient with the slow pace of proceedings, Nicky said," OK, mum, you don't have to become a pirate - you've kidnapped us on the land and you are just about to sell us to them." ( trust Nicky to always be able to find a new angle or excuse to obtain what she wanted. ) Then, before her mother had had a chance to frame a reply, Nicky continued, "Watch how I tie up Mason then you can have a go ok?"

"Yes, Nicky," Mrs C said calmly.

"Watch how I do this," Nicky said. "You do it like this…" She thereupon proceeded to take Mrs C through each step of the tying up process. Needless to say, even though it was only a demonstration, she still insisted on tying me up as tight as she could. I loved it, loved the feeling of being helplessly bound. Nicky showed Mrs C how to rope my arms to my body as well as showing her how to lash my wrists to my body by way of tying another piece of rope around my waist and hands and cinching it so it would not slip.

Almost as soon as she had finished untying me, Nicky invited Mrs C to have a go. I had to admit that she did a really good job of tying me up as tightly as Nicky had done albeit with her constant encouragement ( most of which consisted of a similar refrain to before - make it tighter! ) and practical 'how-to' tips. I was now very securely and tightly tied up - I could wriggle my fingers a little bit but that was about it. No way I was going to 'escape.' Which, of course, was the whole point of the exercise. I had rarely ever escaped from one of Nicky's tie-ups and she was determined that I was not going to start now even if it was her mother doing the tying. Particularly since she would be joining me, similarly tied up in a very few short moments.

Sun Jan 10 19:35:28 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 54 - Final examinations commence - Nicky is tied up.

I watched with delighted appreciation as Nicky placed her hands behind her for binding - this is probably my favourite part of bondage when the rope coils and tightens around your wrists. It is a great feeling and one that only fellow enthusiasts can possibly understand. Naturally, I took care to ensure that Mrs C tied her hands properly by way of parroting Nicky's earlier cries of making it tighter! However, Mrs C needed little encouragement to make sure that she did a good job. Her professional pride in always doing something properly asserted itself and she did not cut Nicky any slack when tying her elbows together.

Besides which, she was really getting into this by now. I did not even have to provide encouragement to induce her to make it tight - I watched with awe as she tied and cinched Nicky's elbows very tightly - so tightly that they soon kissed each other in very short order. ( her ballet training really paid off here ) Nicky didn't utter a single word while her hands and elbows were being roped together but the look on her face told me all I needed to know. Mrs C was astute enough to realise that Nicky would let her know very quickly if it was hurting. She had also realised that we both liked to be tied up tight with no possible chance of wriggling free. ( I can only wish that my own mother possessed the same kind of wonderful tolerance and understanding that Mrs C displayed towards our tying up games - never mind her agreeing to tie either of us up!)

Mrs C completed the finishing touch to Nicky's own tie-up by adding a waist rope, pinioning her hands to her back so that she could not gain any leverage.

We had both been thoroughly kidnapped - no chance of escape or rescue!

"There, Nicky, I've finished! Did I do a good job?" Mrs C asked somewhat anxiously, eager to obtain her daughters approval.

Sun Jan 10 19:36:17 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 55 - Mrs C graduates with honours

"Oh yes, mum! You did a great job. This is tight, I don't think I'll be able to get out of this!" Nicky replied, while experimentally testing her bonds to no avail.

"Its not too tight is it?" Mrs C asked.

"Oh no, its just fine!" Nicky hurriedly reassured her mum. "Go to top of the class!"

"Thank you," a very pleased Mrs C said. "Does this mean that I graduate?"

"Yes!!" was our wholeheartedly enthusiastic reply. Without giving away too much, she had graduated from university a number of years earlier. In fact, I have a theory that the better educated and aware a person is, the more likely that they are to be tolerant of so-called 'different' activities such as bondage. ( not what we called it at the time )

"Oh that's good." She commented, "Well, I'm glad that you're enjoying yourselves!" No hint of sarcasm, just matter of fact. Jokingly, "So am I! At least, I know you'll be nice and quiet for a while."

"Actually mum, if you really want us to be quiet, you should gag us! What if we yell for help? Do you want us to escape?" Nicky asked.

"No, of course not!" After I went to all that trouble of tying you two up? You know, I'm really looking forwards to a bit of peace and quiet." Mrs C teased.

"Well if that's what you want, you'd better gag us." Nicky replied. It wasn't until much later that I realised how cleverly Nicky had manipulated Mrs C into tying us up then gagging us too. Over the years, I've had lots of time to think about that day and what happened.

"OK, I'd better silence you," Mrs C said in her best mock villain voice but failing badly. "Make sure you can't call for help," she added. In a more normal tone of voice, she continued, "Mason, which gag do you want?"

"That one." I asked, indicating the crudely made but totally effective 'ball-gag' Nicky had so lovingly made.

Sun Jan 10 19:40:28 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 56 - Nicky loses the war of words.

"But I wanted that one!" Nicky complained

"Hush, hush," Mrs C admonished. "Mason is your guest and you should treat him as such." In a placatory tone of voice, she continued, "I'm sure Mason will be happy to let you have it next."

"Ok," Nicky grudgingly accepted her mother's decision. Slyly, "But Mason has a very loud voice - you'd better gag him tight."

Glaring at her, I said, "I do not!!"

"Yes you do." Nicky calmly said.

"Shut up Nicky! Do you want me to untie you both?" This unique threat had the desired effect - Nicky closed her mouth very quickly.

"Mrs C?" I said.

"Yes, Mason?" she asked.

"Nicky talks too much, doesn't she? I think you should gag her first" I commented. I was duly rewarded with a fierce glare from Nicky.

"Oh, now that's a good idea!" Mrs C agreed.

Unabashed, I continued to pillory Nicky by adding, "She can be a real motormouth sometimes."

"Absolutely!" Mrs C said, fixing Nicky with a look that just dared her to say something. Wisely, she kept her counsel. As in the courtroom, there are times when even the best barrister knows nothing can be possibly gained by further argument and this was definitely the case here.

"Wheres the stuff?" Mrs C asked, referring to the gagging materials.

"Just there," I pointed out.

"Thanks." She said. "Ok, Nicky - Open your mouth" Reluctantly, she acceded, allowing Mrs C to thoroughly pack her mouth before tightly cleave gagging her. Needless to say, it was tight because I reminded Mrs C how good Nicky could be at pushing the wadding out of her mouth, were she allowed to do so. I smirked at her while she glared at me in mock anger.

Sun Jan 10 19:41:08 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 57 - All tied up!

Within seconds Mrs C had also tightly gagged me, preventing me from making any cutting rejoinders to Nicky. The cloth covered ball filled my mouth - I could only utter very muffled grunts.

It certainly must have been quite a sight - two very tightly tied up and gagged raincoated figures. Nicky looked absolutely beautiful lying there facing me, wearing her shiny bright yellow raincoat, rope surrounding her slim body. I adored the way the ropes pressed the plastic material of her raincoat into her body - as did mine. Even now, I really wish that we had been able to take photos of ourselves tied up and gagged but it never occurred to either of us to do so - since they were just childhood games to us both.

"Well, I'll leave you now and I'll come up every fifteen minutes or so to see if you are ok." Mrs C said. "Is that fine by you?"

We both nodded. "Bye now," Mrs C said. Mockingly, "Behave yourselves!" As if we could get up to any mischief the way we were both tied up like that!

The next hour or so was a dream. Neither of us made any attempt to get free or untie each other - we simply lay there on the large mattress and smiled at each other through our gags, each savouring the way the tight ropes felt about our bodies. I squirmed about in my bonds, pretending we had both been kidnapped. I guess some people will wonder if we were bored or not - the answer is that, no we were anything but bored. There is something about being tied up that makes the time pass very quickly. It is amazing how relaxing it can be to be tightly and helplessly tied up. Especially when your own very best friend is also similarly tied up alongside you.

It was such a special experience in my life that I still remember most details very clearly - after all I've thought about it often enough since!

Sun Jan 10 19:41:53 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 58 - Time for dinner!

Every fifteen minutes or so, Mrs C came up to see if we were ok. It seemed like only minutes later that she finally called to say that it was nearly 6.30 and that it was time for dinner. Dear reader, you can imagine my great disappointment as Mrs C untied Nicky and myself, leaving us to untie each other's legs before heading downstairs to the galley for dinner. Believe me, I could quite happily have stayed tied up for much longer, even though my arms and legs were aching a little bit by now. I think that judging from the look on Nicky's face, she felt the same way I did.

Dinner was excellent. McDonalds as a special treat! Mrs C drove us both through the rain to the local McDonalds for dinner. No maggoty hardtack or stale water for us thanks very much! At least it was some small consolation for learning that my own beloved Saints had contrived to lose again - badly as usual. Nicky's jeers when she saw the footy scores on the TV still ring in my ears. I can't remember how much we lost by but it was lots! Of course Nicky's Carlton had won again so she was full of herself - oh, how I wished I could tie and gag her on the spot, just to shut up her constant crowing how good her Navy Blues were but a crowded 'Maccas' is not the time or place to start tying or gagging people, no matter how extreme the provocation.

Cleverly sensing that Mrs C was in a good mood ( since she also supported Carlton too! ) and her own enjoyment of the McDonalds dinner, Nicky promptly seized the opportunity that had presented itself. She asked if I could sleep over. Mrs C agreed without hesitation, saying only that she would ring my mother for permission ( a formality for we often both slept over at each other houses - a practise that ended when we were both about fifteen or so ) I felt like jumping for joy for I had learned from previous experience that sleep-overs usually meant a few hours of tie-ups, prior to bed.

Sun Jan 10 19:42:36 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

TO BE CONTINUED:

What happens next? Who gets tied up next? Or was that it for the day? Stay tuned to find out....

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Jan 10 03:25:42 PST 1999

Hello, everybody. Happy 1999! Before I post, I just have to say...
PH, I love your stories. Please keep posting! And Mason, I also enjoy your Nicky stories immensely! Great stuff.
I tried to join everybody in the chat room on Bob's site, but was told that my browser was unable to perform this function. Of course, the statement didn't say exactly what I needed to do, or even how to do this. But once I get this figured out, I'll hopefully join you guys soon for a chat.
WHSRocket, you wanted to know when I would post my next one. Well, read on...
Doug

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sun Jan 10 20:29:17 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Doug e-mailed me to apologise for unintentionally interrupting my story ( looks like we were posting the same time ) and he says that he'll post it proper tomorrow. Thanks Doug! Looking forwards to reading your story...

Also, if you are getting the post section over Part 55 of my story, just right click with your mouse and run over that part as if you were copying text and let go - it should come up Ok to read. This problem only seems to occur when the page is getting overloaded. Its up to 226KB now. Its nothing major, just a minor annoyance.

mason

Sun Jan 10 19:39:28 UTC+0100 1999

Thanks PH and mason for the great stories. Can't wait to read further continuations...

FH
working.man@iname.com

Sun Jan 10 13:52:11 PST 1999

Doug; Sorry to have missed you! Parachat (the chat program on Bob's page) is quirky;sometimes you might have to try 3 or 4 times for the applet to load. I also understand there seems to be more problems with Netscape; your chances are better with the Internet Explorer!
Loooking forward to your next!
To All I'm working on a story but am just a little burnt out!However my gracious wife, Jennifer who has been featured in a couple of stories here, is writing about one of her Adventures in Babysitting and it should be up in the next two weeks, Bye ALL!

dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com

Sun Jan 10 18:12:24 EST 1999

Hey Guys. Mason, PH, loved the stories. I still can't believe all the fun you guys had as children. I on the other hand, are in high school and have yet to had a single tie-up game. Oh well, maybe in the soon future. You'll be sure to hear soon afterward if something like that actually happens.

Doug, definatly looking to your next story. Dudalb, be sure to tell your wife that I'm looking forward to her story. I read her story on Bob's site (it was about a month old, something like that), and it was very interesting. Glad to see her posting over here now.

PS...really glad to see the new posters showing up here. It's great. Even though I immensly enjoy Dudalb's, Mason's, PH's, and Doug's stories, it would get a little old if they were the only ones :)

WHSRocket

Mon Jan 11 00:55:45 PST 1999

(1 of 11)
In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks with my cousins at my Aunt Jean's house. My cousins--Donna (12) and Shirley (10)--played a series of bondage games between themselves and the neighboring kids: Becca (13) and her brother Jim (11), as well as Karen (12), who previously did a bang up job at playing the captor for the first time(see my previous post, the first in the January archive). After spending my second week getting tied up, I had assumed that the weekend would bring a halt to our bondage games, because the adults would be home full-time on Saturday and Sunday. Oh boy, was I ever wrong!
That Saturday night, my Aunt Jean and Uncle Steve went out for the evening, leaving us in the "care" of my oldest cousin Keith (age 15). This wasn't the first time that Keith played baby-sitter for us--mostly it was during the day, and his usual method was very simple: he ignored us just like we ignored him. We had no reason to expect anything different from him that night. When my cousins sent word that we were in for an adult-free evening, Becca, Jim, and Karen arrived shortly after my aunt and uncle left. Although it was getting dark, it was still very pretty warm and humid, so we hung out on the rear patio. We were all barefoot, and clad in shorts. Donna, Shirley, George and Karen wore T-shirts while Becca was clad in a tank top. Jim and I were shirtless. George pointed out the fireflies to Jim and me while the girls breathlessly talked over what kind of fun we could have with the adults gone.

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 11 01:05:11 PST 1999

(2 of 11)
Becca suggested a bondage game, and everybody instantly agreed. While we discussed who was the captor and who would be the captives, I saw Donna abruptly stop talking and make a disgusted face. The cause of my cousin's abhorrence was Peter (age 15), one of Keith's best friends. He had casually strolled into the back yard and was about to walk right past all of us into the house when he saw Donna giving him a hard look. He proceed to wave at her in a mocking manner and say "Hi Donna!" in a screechy, nasal-sounding voice. For the record, Donna never spoke like this--it was just Peter's way of getting under Donna's skin. And for the most part, it never worked.
"Hi, dip-stick!" Donna cheerfully replied with a wave. The term 'Dip-stick' was Donna's favorite insult for Peter: it was a reference to his thin, wiry frame.
Peter looked as if he was going to say something further until Keith met him at the glass-sliding doors and quickly ushered him inside.
We chattered on for several more minutes, coming to the decision to have the bondage game here (of course). Shirley got up and went inside the house to use the bathroom. We decided to hold off with any further discussion until she got back. So we waited for her...and waited...and waited even longer still. After what felt like fifteen minutes, Donna went inside to check on her sister.
When another five minutes went by without a peep from Donna, it finally occurred to the remaining members of our little bondage club that something odd was going on here. Becca walked over to the glass sliding doors and called into the house, "Hello? Is everything all right?"

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:11:28 PST 1999

(3 of 11)
But there was no answer from the darkened interior of the house. The lights were out, and it now looked as gloomy and ominous as a haunted mansion in there. Becca backed away from the doors with her arms folded tightly in front of her. "Ok," she said with a tight smile, "who wants to go in next?"
Jim, Karen, George and myself promptly took a step backwards. We were shaking our heads and saying "Nooooooo!" in unison.
"You go," Jim blurted at his sister. "You're the oldest."
"I love you, too, Jimmy," Becca muttered sarcastically.
"How about you, George? Why don't you go in?" Karen jokingly asked. "They're your sisters, after all. We'll wait for you out here."
George's answer to this was to shake his head sharply and cling to my side. Although he had a slight smile on his face, his eyes were as wide as saucers and he had a white-knuckle grip on my hand.
"Why don't we all go inside together?" I suggested. "There's safety in numbers, right?"
"Nope," Becca quickly replied, and we all burst into nervous laughter. Then Becca let out a heavy sigh and added, "Oh, what the hell? We wanted a bondage game, and it looks like we've got one. Doug, since it was your idea, you lead the way."
Steeling myself, I cautiously placed a bare foot through the doorway and onto the kitchen floor. When I was sure I wasn't going to be attacked, I then stepped all the way into the kitchen. To his credit, George was with me every step of the way.

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:17:32 PST 1999

(4 of 11)
The house had grown very dark, and it looked as if somebody had even closed the shades and drapes to make it as creepy as possible. I reached over to the wall switch to turn on the lights...but to my shock and amazement, the lights didn't turn on! Somebody had to have killed the power to the entire house from the circuit box downstairs. Becca, who was literally hanging over my shoulder, let out a gasp when she saw this. "Oh my God, these guys are playing for keeps!" she said, with a nervous giggle. Then she leaned forward and whispered into my ear: "What do we do now?"
From out of the shadows, one of the most inhuman-sounding voices this side of the Exorcist rasped, "You cower in fear...."
That did it! Everybody let out wild shrieks of terror at the same time as we scrambled to get out of there as fast as possible. I can remember actually turning 180 degrees, but before I could get out the door, I was grabbed from behind and hand-gagged while an arm slung itself over my chest, pinning my own arms down. My abductor, who turned out to be Keith, then carried me down the basement stairs. As soon as we arrived in the basement rec room, I was placed in a kneeling position on the floor next to the sofa, which was covered with various lengths of pre-cut rope and several rolls of masking tape. Before I could even say anything, I was gagged with a piece of tape by Peter, while Keith tied my wrists together in back of me with the rope.
"Tie up Doug, then come back upstairs," Keith told Peter. "I wanna be ready when the others come in."

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:23:53 PST 1999

(5 of 11)
"You think they're really gonna come in after that?" Peter said with a chuckle. But Keith was already running back up the steps. Peter helped me to my feet and led me over to the laundry room. Peter made me sit on the bare concrete floor, where he tied my legs together at the ankles and knees. Once he was satisfied that I was securely tied, Peter left me with the laundry room door open.
Despite my usual excitement at playing a bondage game, I can recall feeling very tense as I sat there in the darkened laundry room. I kept glancing warily at ordinary, everyday objects which looked far more menacing now that they were draped in the shadows. The bundle of clothes that was piled in the corner really got on my nerves: it appeared to be moving out of the corner of my eye, but would stop whenever I stared directly at it.
Although I was an eleven year old boy who knew better, like all kids (and adults), I still suffered from the fears of my early childhood; a time when I dreaded those imaginary monsters who hid in the shadows, which made them unseen and scoffed at by adults.
Because I was now at an age where I was supposed to act "mature", I never admitted this to myself or anybody else, but the darkened laundry room--along with the fact that I kept hearing these wild shrieks of terror throughout the house--allowed my imagination to get the better of me, and so those same monsters which stalked me in my pre-school days came lurking around once more. Now, however, my bonds prevented me from running away, so I figured the least I could do was keep the little critters in place by staring them down.

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:30:56 PST 1999

(6 of 11)
As I glared at the pile of clothes, practically daring it to move, I heard another series of shrieks from upstairs, followed by either Keith or Peter shouting "Gotcha! I gotcha now!"
I thought I heard somebody coming down the steps, but with a bunch of kids running barefoot through the house, it was hard to tell for sure--until I noticed somebody had let out an anxious sigh in the rec room. It turned out to be Becca. When I heard either Keith or Peter's heavy, sneaker-clad footsteps descending the stairs, she began to mutter "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," over and over again in an excited, high pitched voice. Apparently, she was frantically trying to find a hiding place in the rec room before she could be caught.
She eventually ducked into the laundry room, where I was tied up, standing no more than a foot away from me. Perhaps it was because I was in the shadows that Becca didn't see me at first. But as she swung the door shut, I let out a little grunt under my gag to let her know I was there.
This caused her to let out an ear-splitting shriek as she ran back out of the closet and right into Keith's arms! Becca then abruptly shrieked again when she received the second shock of inadvertently running into her captor. Keith dropped all pretense of playing the game and grabbed Becca's shoulders to keep her from falling into the furniture. "Whoa, Becca, take easy," he said, "it's just a game, ok?"
"There's something in there and it growled at me!" Becca cried at him. But she said this so quick and breathless, her words blended together, sounding more like this: "There'ssomethinginthereanditgrowledatme!"

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:38:18 PST 1999

(7 of 11)
The circuit box was on the wall next to the rec room door. Keith promptly turned the power to the house back on, then reached in and switched on the lights in the laundry room. Both he and Becca stared open-mouthed at me as I let out a muffled "Hello" from under my gag.
"My God, Doug, you scared me half to death!" Becca cried.
I shrugged my bare shoulders. Keith reached down and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He carried me out to the rec room and sat me down on the sofa. Keith asked me if I still wanted to continue playing the captive. When I eagerly nodded, he turned to Becca and said, "You want to go on playing? Because if you do, I'll have to tie you up, now."
Having regained control and now back to her normal self, Becca gave him a smug smile and replied, "Tie away. Otherwise, I'll just free Doug and we'll both escape this nut house."
My Aunt Jean had a card table set up on the opposite end of the rec room, Keith brought one of the wooden chairs over, placed it next to the sofa, and said, "Have a seat...."
Becca primly sat down in the chair--the back of which was too broad for Keith to bind her wrists together behind it, so he settled on tying Becca's wrists separately to the end spindles of the seat back. This resulted in Becca sitting with her arms bound straight down at her sides. When he gagged her with a strip of tape, Keith said, "Ahhh! That's more like it! Notice how nice and quiet it gets when Becca is gagged, Doug?"

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:44:49 PST 1999

(8 of 11)
In response to this, Becca gave me a look of shocked indignation, as if to say, "How dare he!" Keith crossed her ankles over one another, then bound them together. Once they were tied, he secured another length of rope over her ankles and ran it under the seat and up around the center spindle of the chair's back. This length of rope forced Becca to sit with her crossed feet tucked under the seat.
Peter and George came down with Jim walking in front of them with his hands clasped together behind his head like a POW. In no time Peter had Jim tied to another wooden chair in the same fashion as his older sister. I learned later that Karen was tied up with Donna and Shirley in the girls' bedroom.
Keith came over to me and lifted my bound feet up so that I was now lying on the sofa. He then wagged his finger at me and said, "You enjoy this too much, you little creep. I hope you're happy, Becca," he went on jokingly. "You guys managed to turn this nice kid into a little weirdo, just like the rest of you."
Becca's response to this was to cross her eyes and wobble her head from side to side while making a hysterically funny "ick ick" sound, which wasn't diminished by her gag.
Peter just pointed at us in mock seriousness. "Enjoy yourselves while you can, kiddies," he said in his best ominous voice, "for at midnight, Keith, George and I will sacrifice all of you!"
"Um-hmm," Becca went under her gag. She also cheerfully nodded her head, as if this was just A-OK with her. Jim and I joined in with our own enthusiastic nods.

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:52:08 PST 1999

(9 of 11)
"The future of America...." Keith muttered with mock disgust.
Keith and Peter quickly left after that, but George--bless his little heart--lingered long enough to come to me. "Roll over," he whispered solemnly.
I rolled over on my side so he could pull at the knot which bound my wrists. He kept tugging away until we heard Keith's voice from atop the steps: "Oh Geeeeeorge!"
George the Lion-Hearted let out a terse "COMING!" He gave my bonds a final tug and then ran up the steps. He didn't untie me completely, but the knot had been pulled loose enough for me to work my wrists free. Despite this, I held off on my escape attempt by lying calmly on the sofa.
To nobody's surprise, Peter poked his head into the rec room. He then came over and did a quick inspection of our bonds. The ropes binding my wrists had grown slack, but he never noticed. As he walked back upstairs, I heard him confidently say, "They're all fit and secure."
I made my bid for freedom. Twisting and pulling my wrists made the ropes binding them fall away like dead snakes. Once my hands were free, I pulled off my gag and untied my legs. I glanced up and saw Becca and Jim staring anxiously at me.
Becca let out an annoyed sound under her gag when I went over to Jim, first. I untied his left hand from the chair's end spindle, then I went back over to Becca while Jim untied his other hand. I bent down to start untying her left wrist from the end spindle--but I then I hesitated.

Doug

Mon Jan 11 01:59:18 PST 1999

(10 of 11)
Leaving Becca tied, I happily took this opportunity to reach under the chair and tickle her feet. This made Becca let out a long, low groan under her gag as she glared down at me with such intensity that I just knew she was already plotting her revenge. What made it worse was that once Jim was completely free, he came over and tickled his sister's sides, while I continued tickling the soles of her feet. Becca's bound hands had clenched into tight fists as she slowly shook her head back and forth. Becca was definitely not pleased!
Jim and I ceased our attack when we heard the other kids chattering away upstairs. I figured Keith and Peter released them for a bondage break--something which Becca was about due for. "I guess we should release her," I reluctantly said to Jim.
"Oh, God no!" he said, and we both burst into giggles. We finally settled on untying only one of Becca's hands, then running like hell from the rec room.
We quietly snuck up the steps and saw that everybody had casually gathered in the kitchen. Shirley poured cool drinks at the table for herself, Keith, George and Peter while Karen stood talking on the phone with Donna standing close by, as if offering moral support.
"Hey, look who escaped!" Shirley said when she saw us coming up the steps.
It turned out that Karen's mother had called, and since Keith and Peter had to release her so she could speak on the phone, they decided to give Donna and Shirley a break at the same time. Since we were the last to be tied, it was decided to leave Becca, Jim and myself bound and gagged for a little while longer--but they never knew that George took matters into his own hands.

Doug

Mon Jan 11 02:07:29 PST 1999

(11 of 11)
Becca calmly came up the steps, confronted Jim and me, and pronounced her unholy vengeance, promising to strike at us when we least expected it. This made everybody, even Keith and Peter, go "Ooooooo!"
Although Karen was allowed to spend the night with us, the bondage game ended right there. I had figured Keith and Peter would keep us tied up all evening, but it was getting late and they obviously didn't want to push their luck by continuing the game right up until my Aunt and Uncle were due home.
Of course, Becca eventually got her revenge in spades, but first Donna and I had to contend with Karen as our captor once more. In any event, bondage-wise, my last week at my Aunt Jean's house in the summer of '76 was already shaping up to be a busy one. But those are tales for another time (like next month). As always, thanks for reading.

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 11 02:15:51 PST 1999

And there you have it! Dudalb, it's good to hear from you again. I will certainly give the chat room another try. Looking forward to reading your wife's story. Mason, as usual, another great installment in your Nicky tales. Keep 'em coming.
Doug

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 11 11:13:46 Pacific Standard Time 1999

i just wanted to say i love all the stories especially dougs and i always fantasize about being bound and gagged

jdawg
jdawg8@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 11 12:40:58 CST 1999

Doug, PH, and Mason- great, fantastic, wonderful stories. Thank you so much for your hard work in writing them. Villan- please finish you exciting story.

mike
mimede@usit.net

Tue Jan 12 16:39:15 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Last week I posted for the first time, and despite the warnings about how after so many characters the posting is cut off, I totally disregarded it screwing up my story. Hopefully I'll pay a little more attention to it this time.

So, moving right along, the story so far had me visiting my buddy's two sisters, Dianne and Marlene. We had been watching Gilligan's Island, and during the episode Ginger ends up bound and gagged. Dianne tells us how she could easily free herself from the predicament, so Marlene and I leave her tightly bound and gagged in her bedroom.

After approximately an hour went by, Marlene's friend Kim dropped over. Since she has no idea that Dianne is even in the house, let alone bound and gagged, Marlene figures it would be a great way for Dianne to try and escape.

Anyway, Kim, Marlene and I were sitting in the living room watching television and talking (mostly the two girls picking fun at me), when we heard a long steady banging noise going on down the hall. Marlene and I looked at each and pretended that we didn't hear anything, but Kim did, and she asked us what it was.

When Marlene told her it was nothing, Kim got up and said it sounded like something was knocking on one of the doors. She started down the hall with Marlene and I following. I'll never forget the look on her face when she saw Dianne, who was now lying on the floor (looking great I might add). Kim looked like she was about to panic, but when Marlene and I started laughing she looked really confused.

villan

Tue Jan 12 16:42:13 Eastern Standard Time 1999

While Marlene quickly told her what was going on, Dianne was mmmmmmmmmpphing and wiggling around on the floor, moving from her back to her side and back again, trying to convince us to free her. I almost lost control of myself. I dropped to my knees, pulled down her gag and helped her spit out the packing from her mouth. I then helped her roll over and untied her wrists.

She stretched her jaw and as she was rubbing her wrists, she asked me to undo her ankles. After doing so, I helped her stand up. "Wow" she said, "I didn't expect you to keep me tied up for so long" she continued to say that the next time she'd make sure there was a time limit.

I couldn't believe my ears, "next time". All I could think of was I might be able to do this again. I asked her if she was okay, she nodded and said that it was actually quite fun, but way to long. Marlene laughed, and said we going to untie her a lot sooner, but the silence was so nice we decided to keep her gagged for as long as we could. We all kind of laughed as she continued to say that it was to bad that she never thought of doing that before. Dianne just looked at her, smiled, then said she'd get her for that.

Once we all went back to the living room, I had to ask Marlene how she ever learned to tie somebody up so well. When I did, she smiled as Kim and her looked at each other. Kim just told me that she learned it from an old game, then left it at that.

villan

Tue Jan 12 16:43:46 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I hung around with the three girls until Mike and his mom got home. I went home later, but was so excited from both the vision of Dianne struggling on the floor and the bed and also of the conversation about the whole ordeal. I tossed and turned all night long thinking about it and trying to plan an encore. I figured that if Dianne wanted to be tied up again, I had to be there.

I went over to Mikes the next day and basically ignored him because of Dianne being around. I kept trying to start conversations with her hoping she'd mention our game the day before. She never mentioned it. Finally I invited her to a party the following Saturday as now I was really attracted to her. She looked surprised and told me that she would love to but didn't think that I would ever ask her.

Our date went great, and we went out together a few more times. I was way to shy to bring up a conversation about her being tied up, so I kept hoping she would, but she never did. I figured that she might be way to embarrassed about the incident. Boy, was I wrong.

About a month later school ended for the summer. We spent most nights at Willy's, another friend of mine. Willy's family was staying at the cottage for the summer, and since he and his older sister Brenda both had jobs they had the place to themselves.

Tue Jan 12 16:44:28 Eastern Standard Time 1999

One Friday night, Dianne and I met Willy and his girlfriend Liz at a local restaurant. After we ate, we decided to back to Willy's place, because we could basically do anything we wanted. We got there to find Brenda there with several other girls, Lori, Debbie and Stacey. I thought it was great because they had bought some beer, and were willing to share it with us.

Around 11.30, one of the neighbors came over and asked us to turn off the music. Brenda did as he asked, then turned on the television. The news was on pretty well all the stations, so Debbie (one of Brenda's friends) started flipping through the TV guide checking to see if a movie would be coming on. The earliest movie was a Horror called "The Incredible Two Headed Transplant".

We all figured it would be a hoot to watch. It was. We were all cracking jokes about how the acting was bad and camera work being lousy, when it happened. If you never saw this film, my favorite movie bondage scene takes place in it. The mad scientist's wife goes snooping in the lab. She is blonde and is wearing a skimpy baby doll nightgown and gets caught. She's left there overnight, and in the morning when the two mad doctors check on her the cops show up. While her husband goes to talk to them, she is hand gagged for 3-4 scenes, after which she gets bound and gagged and left to wiggle all over the floor. Later she is left to squirm and moan on top of her bed.

When this scene came on, everybody shut right up. There were at least five scenes of her moaning and wiggling trying to be rescued, and once she was Dianne who was getting drunk, came out and said that she had been tied up like that before. Of course everybody wanted to know the details, and she told them that she had asked her sister and me to tie her up. She continued to say that she figured that she'd be able to get herself untied, but Marlene tied her wrists together so well that she couldn't even budge them.

villan

Wed Jan 13 16:08:43 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Lori asked her if she had been gagged. Dianne said that she had, and explained that if she had been able to speak, Marlene and I would have untied her. She told everybody that the sock that had been shoved into her mouth was held tightly by the kerchief, and that she could hardly make a noise. She also said that she tried a couple of times to stand, but couldn't because her ankles had been tied so tightly.

Almost immediately, they all started telling tie up stories. Brenda told us about tying and gagging her younger brother during a game of cops and robbers, and leaving him for over half an hour. She said that when she did untie him, he was really mad, but she talked him into being tied up again, and when she did she left him for over an hour.

The girls had been drinking a lot more than we had had because Lori told of an embarrassing experience when she once walked in on her older sister tied to her bed. Her boyfriend had left her like that while he went to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Dianne finally gave away Marlene's and Kim;'s secret. She told us how every so often Marlene, Kim and another girl, Cathy used to take turns tying each other up. She said that Marlene told her that when they first started playing the game they all could pretty well get loose, but now nobody ever gets out of it.

Villan

Wed Jan 13 16:09:36 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I really listened as Liz told us about her cousin and her being captured by her younger cousins and little brother and left tied up in a tent for well over an hour.. She described how the three kids snuck up on them while they were sunbathing, and pointed water pistols at them. The kids told them that they were being captured, and they went along with it to humor them. They put them in the tent and one of them brought out a rope. She said that they let them tie them back to back and thought it was funny as the kids made them sit down and started wrapping the rope around and around them. She then told us that more rope came out and their hands were tied in front of them, then wrapped around their legs, just above their knees. Her ankles were then tied together. She was laughing as she said she heard her cousin yelling at her brothers to stop as they were tying her legs. The boys then gagged them and left. Liz said that her cousin eventually managed to push her gag out and call for help. After about 10 minutes of calling, her aunt found them. Liz said she thought it was really fun, especially the way her cousin was freaking out trying to scream through her gag. She also said that the boys had planned out everything perfectly, and her brother still teases her about it.

Thu Jan 14 16:26:44 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Dianne asked her if she was able to speak through her gag. Liz said she could, but her voice was really muffled and not very loud. Dianne reconfirmed that because her mouth had a rolled up sock stuffed into it, she could barely grunt. After Stacey asked her why she asked to be tied up, she started explaining about how we were watching Gilligan's Island, and Ginger was tied up. She explained how she figured she could get free and then demonstrated. She laughed as she said that unfortunately the demonstration didn't go so well, and they decided to keep me bound and gagged (she actually used this phrase).

Lori asked me why we kept her all tied up, and I said that after awhile I wanted to free her, but Marlene insisted that we leave her like that. When she asked Dianne how she got loose, her description of the event got me to excited to explain (on this site anyway). She showed us how her hands were positioned behind her back, then explained that she was lying on her bed trying to move her hands in front of her by bringing them around her bum, then underneath her legs, then over her feet. She went on saying that she kept trying different angles until she realized that she was pretty well helpless. It was then that she started to try and call for help, but she was gagged to well. Dianne stood up and told us that when she heard Kim in the house she wanted to hop over to her bedroom door, open it, and then make her way down the hall, but since her ankles were tied so tight she had to sit back on the bed. After demonstrating how she sat down, she told us that she then decided to roll over and slide off the bed onto her knees then lie down and wriggle her way over to the door (she even showed us how she got down). When she couldn't reach the handle, she realized she could make a pile of noise by kicking the door, and this is what got her rescued.

Villan

Fri Jan 15 12:58:04 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Debbie looked at her kind of strangely and said that she'd bet that she wouldn't let us do that again to her. Dianne said that it was actually fun, and the amount of time didn't bother her, it was just that she didn't know how long she'd be left there. She even said the reason it was so fun was because she thought she could get free. She went on to say that when she knew she couldn't get out of it, it became frustrating, but still a hoot, because she pretended that she was kidnapped. Eventually she knew we would have to untie her, because her mother was coming home.

Stacey just blew me away. She said that now we know why they kept you gagged for so long, you never shut up. Everybody laughed and then she said in an evil voice that out in the garage there was a bunch of rope, why don't we get it and tie her back up.

Everybody seemed to think it would be fun. When Brenda and Stacey started laughing as they headed for the garage, I looked at Dianne and asked her if she was going to be okay with it. She told me that she would be fine and that she likes it. Just as I was about to ask her if she was sure, we heard the door open and Stacey say, we have tons of rope, anybody want to be tied up with her?

They both held two sets of ½"marine rope that their father used for his boats. Stacey told us all to go downstairs. Up against the wall in the basement was an old box spring, Lori knocked on to the floor and told Dianne to get on it. Dianne giggled, then lied down on her stomach and put her hands behind her. Lori took a length of rope from Brenda and told her to get something to gag her with. As she started to tie her wrists together, she asked Dianne how long she'd like to be tied up for.

Villan

Fri Jan 15 13:20:45 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Dianne said she didn't care. She suggested that we leave her a means of escape such as a knife, so she cut her ropes if she needed to. We all agreed to it, and if she wasn't upstairs within an hour, we would let her go. Lori finished tying her wrists just as Brenda came out of the laundry room holding a sack of cleaning rags. Lori snickered as she grabbed Dianne's ankles and proceeded to hog-tie her. When Dianne started to complain, Lori just laughed, then told Brenda to roll one of the rags up and shove into her mouth. Brenda did as she was told even though Dianne was complaining tremendously. She finished forcing it in just as Lori completed the tying of the ankles, so she held her hand over Dianne's mouth until Lori was able to wind up another rag and tightly cleave gag her.

Lori and Brenda stood up beside us and we all watched Dianne attempt to struggle free. Although she had agreed to it, her eyes looked as if she was pleading with us to let her go as she kept looking in our direction and mmmpppffed several times.

Brenda said that there were still lots of rope, so we could tie somebody else up. Liz said it would probably be fun, but she didn't want her arms and legs tied together like Dianne's. Lori agreed not to hog-tie her then asked her to get on the box spring. When Liz lied down on to her stomach, Lori started tying her hands behind her back and Brenda rolled up a rag and forced it into her mouth. She then cleave gagged her while Lori started to tie her ankles together.

I watched with excitement at Liz was becoming tightly bound and gagged. Liz had the most beautiful long legs I had ever seen, and she always liked to show them off by wearing short cut off faded jeans.

Villan

Fri Jan 15 14:16:06 Eastern Standard Time 1999

When Lori finished tying her, Stacey reminded us that there was still one more piece of rope, and then asked if anybody wanted to volunteer. When nobody volunteered, Debbie pointed out that Liz might be able to stand up and hop away. She suggested that we tie her knees together to prevent that. Lori rolled Liz over on to her back, then looped the last piece of rope around and around her perfect thighs just above the knees. She stood back up and said we'll be back to see you later, she then used the old line "don't go anywhere". Brenda placed a long knife on the floor about three feet away from the box spring, and then told us we had to leave.

I couldn't take my eyes off the two girls as they were both struggling and mmmmppppfffing. Lori said jokingly that they were struggling more than the girl from the movie we just watched. Stacey suggested that we untie them before the hour is up because Dianne looked like she was very uncomfortable. I agreed with her, but Lori seemed to take command and said, they wanted to be tied up, they're going to stay that way. With that I went upstairs with the others, turning around only to take one last look at Dianne's perfect butt wiggling as she tried to make herself comfortable. When Brenda shut the basement door, the sound of their mmppffing stopped.

Villan

Fri Jan 15 14:18:21 Eastern Standard Time 1999

It took only twenty minutes for the girls to free themselves. They came upstairs laughing at us, still holding some of the rope. When Lori asked them how they managed to get out of it, Dianne said that it was easy. She said she just kept wiggling her wrists until some slack was available, she then worked her wrists free then untied Liz. Liz said that the next time we came over we were going to play another game like this, but it wouldn't be them getting tied.

It was almost 3oclock in the morning when Liz and Dianne finished teasing the rest of us, so we called it a night. While I was walking Dianne and Liz home, they plotted revenge for the older girls, especially Lori and Brenda.

And that's another story. Please tune in later, because it's a good one.

Villan

Wed Jan 13 02:23:16 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

I just wanted to comment on the latest great stories. Very interesting and enjoyable reading, Mase, Doug and Villan!
By the way Villan, you didn't finnish your story, but posted the first part again. I'm looking forward to the rest...

PH

Tue Jan 12 22:08:05 Eastern Standard Time 1999

New posters,

Posting suggestion: When you finish typing each installment and wish to check it before posting the next, click on "Reload or Refresh" on your browser after you click "Post it"; after a few seconds your last installment will appear.

Kristopher: I moved your story to the offtopic page. The participants in your bondage experience did not agree to being tied up.

Canuck

Fri Jan 15 22:40:35 1999

Hey Jmike,
you had a great story about tying u your friends mother but you never finished it?! are you a slow typer? man its a good story lets get that ending posted ok?

conspirator

conspirator

Sat Jan 16 21:24:15 Eastern Standard Time 1999

What happened to your story JMike? It was good.

STERNO

Sun Jan 17 04:39:48 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Sarah and Jenny take their revenge. Part I

Our tie up games the summer when I was fourteen were always based on the concept of revenge. When someone captured, kidnapped and tied another up, it was certain that revenge would follow. Sarah and Jenny had taken me to the old barn and left me there all tied up for Joe to find me. I had retaliated by kidnapping the girls, one after the other, and let the sister find the captive. This new form of game had been very funny and exciting to play. The girls however, thought I had been worse to them than they had been to me, so they wanted to get back at me. They also wanted revenge on Joe, who had helped in the kidnappings, but not yet been kidnapped himself.

About a week after Sarah’s kidnapping we were alone at the beach by the boat house. The kid-brothers of Joe, Peter and Hank, were out fishing with their father and the girls father. The mothers were at some function down in the nearby small town. We had played an exciting game of volleyball on the beach and were now back at the boat house after a quick swim in the rather cold lake. Joe and I had changed into Levi’s shorts and t-shirts and the girls both had jeans and sleeveless t-shirts. They both had their still wet hair in ponytails. We were all barefoot as usual. The parents had after much lobbying from Joe and the girls, decided to allow a beach-party that night. It would start at around seven, and we still had an hour or more to kill. Joe decided to go back to the main house and start preparing the drinks and food for the party.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:50:00 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part II
As soon as he had left the girls proposed a tie up game. I knew what was to come, but I also knew they actually owed me one. I decided to let them go ahead. It could be fun to see what kind of revenge they had plotted. Anyway, they would have to release me before the other kids came around. Sarah brought some ropes and soon they were busy tying my hands behind me. They used a thin rope to tie my hands with the wrists crossed and proceeded to tie my ankles crossed as well. They had me roll over on my stomach and Jenny bent my legs at the knees, pressing them all the way so one heel touched my buttocks. She held my legs in that position while Sarah tied a rope around my hands and then to the ankles. She repeated this three or four times giving the rope no slack at all. When she was finished I was in a hog-tie that was the tightest I had ever experienced. They got some old rags and stuffed one in my mouth, then tied a long piece of cloth over the packing, pressing it further into my mouth and wound it around my head and completed a knot in my neck. At last they tied a piece of cloth over my eyes. I was confused they had only tied my hands and feet together, this couldn’t be the final tying.

They dragged me behind the sofa and left me there. After a while Joe was back to ask something, and he was overpowered by his two female cousins. According to the sounds he didn’t put up much of a struggle either. When they had finished tying Joe they left and wished us a nice time. They would be back in an hour to untie us before the party, they said. We didn’t actually trust them, so we started to try to escape. I wiggled on the floor like a worm and slowly tried to slide from behind the sofa. We communicated by grunting behind our gags, homing in on the other’s position like bats. I rolled on my side and used my thighs to push me in Joe’s direction. Suddenly our heads collided rather painfully.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:51:17 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part III
When we practiced different tie up positions and escaping Joe and I had worked out an exact way of trying to untie each other. Step one was to remove blind folds and gags. Joe was always number one to go, so I positioned my head facing away, and he got his hands to my neck and started to work on the knots of the gag and blind fold. He got the blindfold knot undone, but the gag was tied to tight for him to undo it with his tied hands. We changed positions and I undid the knots in his neck. We both rolled over and could see that we were hog-tied the same way. Both hog-ties were very tight and we had great difficulties to move.

As Joe was ungagged and I was gagged he did all the talking. I replied with muffled grunts. Joe said that we would try to undo the knots of the hog-ties, to make us more mobile. He slid down to my feet and tried to undo the knots there. He said that with his hands tied crossed it was very difficult. He then tried to undo the knots with his teeth, but that was no good either. We changed places and I went to work on the knots with my bound hands. My own hog-tie rope was done in a slipknot at the wrists and all the moving I did made it go very tight. It was very hard to work on the knots. Suddenly one went loose and Joe’s hog-tie slackened.
He managed to get the loop around his ankles away and could sit up with his legs outstretched. His bare feet were tied with the ankles crossed, just as mine were, and this meant he could not get up and hop around. He rolled over to the sofa and sat up by it. He managed to get up in a kneeling position and then slowly worked his way towards the long work-bench at the far wall. He used his lower foot to push him forward a little bit at the time. At the work bench he tried to get hold of something to cut at the ropes with. This object he would try to take in his mouth.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:52:41 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IV
As he was doing this, the girls returned. They were impressed with how successful we had been at getting Joe out of the hog-tie, but this did not count as an escape, they said. They quickly hog-tied Joe again and said that punishment was due. The next quarter of an hour they spent tickling us mercilessly. When the tickling was done they explained that they would take us for a little walk. They undid the hog-ties and untied our feet. They blindfolded us both and took my gag off. We were led out on the beach and towards the posts at the far end of the beach, that had been used to hang drying nets from.

At the posts they started by taking off our blindfolds and then untying our hands. We massaged our wrists that had red marks after the ropes. Now was the perfect time to escape, but abiding to the rules of our games, we just stayed and let the girls have their fun.
-Take off your shirts, said Jenny, smiling sweetly. A smile we both knew meant that she had some mischief in mind. It was a quarter before seven in the evening and still warm, a couple of hours before the sun would set. We took off our shirts and the girls ordered us to stand with our backs to the posts and hold our hands behind them. We did as they said and they started to tie our hands with thin cord. The posts were rather thick so my hands just met at the back. I put one hand in the palm of the other while Sarah tied loop after loop around my wrists and then connected them with several loops around both wrists, completing it by tying the rope vertically around the connecting rope.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:53:57 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part V
She took some thicker rope and tied my ankles the same way and then tied it several times around the post. Another thick rope was then tied around my upper body and the post, beginning at the shoulders and going down to my waist. My legs were tied the same way and when she was finished I was pressed to the post and totally immobile. I could turn my head, flex my hands and wiggle my toes in the sand, no more. I looked over at Joe and saw that he was cocooned the same way.
-Now it’s time for the gags, explained Jenny. She took out two dirty looking old socks and two bandanas.
-Open wide you boys, she laughed, and pressed one sock into my mouth, quickly tying the bandana over it between my teeth. I grunted as she tied the knot in the back of my head as hard as she could.
-Well, that’s a lovely pair of prisoners, don’t you think?, said Jenny, and Sarah agreed.
-Let’s go and get the others, said Sarah.

The girls raced away over the beach and left us there standing. Soon they returned, accompanied by several other girls and boys. All were barefoot in swimsuits or shorts and t-shirts. Jenny triumphantly told us they were going to have the beach-party with us as special guests… tied up all the time!

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:55:14 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VI
Cans of soda were produced and they had fruit, sandwiches and hot dogs. They all had fun playing Frisbee, swimming and playing different beach games. Several of the girls, all friends of Jenny and Sarah, came up to us and teased us and commented on how funny we looked tied up and gagged. One of their friends, a beautiful girl named Alexandra, who I secretly had a crush on, asked Jenny as she pointed at me:
-This one is cute, can I tickle him?
-Of course, replied Jenny, just remember that he’s extremely ticklish on his toes!
Alexandra, a stunningly beautiful girl with long jet-black hair kept in a ponytail, started to softly poke me in the ribs and proceeded to tickle my belly. I tried to stand it, but soon I was giggling behind my gag.
-Oh, how funny he sounds, laughed Alexandra.
She collected a long straw from a nearby turf and started to slowly let it slide over my toes. This was sheer torture and I laughed and giggled, biting down on the sock in my mouth. Soon Alexandra was joined by other girls who wanted in on the fun, and Joe was tickled too.

Sometime during this cruel treatment of the two helpless prisoners, the kid brothers and their father and uncle returned from the fishing trip. We thought that this meant our release, but Joe’s father just looked at us, smiled, and commented:
-Having fun?
-Yes Mr. L., answered Alexandra.
-Mgwgh!!!, answered Joe.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:56:57 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VII
The girls had their fun and played with us for a long period. Then Jenny suggested target practicing and brought some old water-pistols we had used in pirates-games earlier summers. The girls lined up at a distance and fired the pistols at us, pointing at our faces or bellies. Jenny had made sure to fill up the pistols with ice-cold water and we shrugged as drops of icy water trickled their way down from our faces. They all enjoyed this and we just had to stand there and take it.

As the theme of pirates had been initiated someone suggested we would have to walk the plank. This was something Joe and I actually had tried for fun a previous summer. A bound and blindfolded prisoner would hop out on the small jetty and go as far out as possible, and then turn back. If the prisoner went too far, he would fall into the water. There was no danger as the water was only about a metre deep by the jetty, and the bottom of the lake was soft sand. We had tried it, taking turns binding each other and hop out on the jetty. Now they would make us do it again.

The sun had begun to set, so it must have been around nine in the evening and we had been tied to the posts for about two hours. When they untied us the feeling of relief was very strong. They untied the gags and for the first time in over three ours I was given a drink. When all the ropes were off I massaged my ankles and wrists, but soon the girls started to tie my hands behind me again. I was led to the jetty, and standing on it, they tied my feet together. Then they blind folded me and told me to start hopping.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:58:06 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VIII
I can tell you, if it’s difficult to hop around with bound feet and tied hands, it’s much more difficult being blind folded. My sense of balance was lost and I carefully hopped forward. The jetty was made of wooden planks, nailed to a frame, and stood on wooden stands. It was about five metres long, and I had to try and calculate how far I had gone. The boys and girls on the beach cheered me on and shouted. For each hop forward I curled my toes trying to feel the emptiness beyond the last plank, but the jetty seemed to go on for ever. Suddenly I felt that the end of the Jetty was just by my toes, but as I had just hopped forward, the motion made me continue and I fell forward into the water. Not seeing a thing and bound hand and foot I struggled to get my head up, and finally I got my feet to the bottom. Two guys had already been in the water and they dragged me back up on the beach. They removed the blind fold and everyone cheered. I sat in the sand, bound and wet and saw Joe perform the same task as I had. He did even worse. Halfway out on the jetty he came too close to the side and fell in.

Walking the plank was the last performance by us as prisoners that evening. Sarah and Jenny decided they had had their revenge, and untied us. We had been prisoners for over three ours. We went back to the boat house, dried ourselves and changed into jeans and sweat-shirts. Then we rejoined the party and had lots of fun.

About an hour later Joe’s mother came down to the beach and announced the party was over, and everybody had to go home. Alexandra gave me a sweet smile as she left, and right there I decided to get back at her. She would eventually join in on one of our tie-up games later, but she didn’t know that at the time.

PH

Sun Jan 17 04:59:28 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IX
Joe persuaded his mother to let me sleep over, and it was decided that we all would sleep in the boat house as usual. After having cleaned up as good as we could on the beach, we went to our room at the boat house and started to get ready for the night.
We had mattresses on the floor and blankets to sleep under. Scandinavian summer nights can be quite chilly, but this summer was particularly warm. We changed into our night clothes, shorts and t-shirts for all, and bedded down.
The girls just couldn’t settle down. They boasted their clever capture of us, and how fun we had looked, standing there tied up during the party. Jenny commented that we should have some prisoners at every party.
-Yeah, and you’ll be the next one, said Joe.
We talked for hours that night and although Joe and I could have got our revenge right there, we waited. It would have been too easy to just jump the girls and tie them up. There’s an old Scandinavian saying that goes something like this:
"If you’re waiting for something good to happen, you can’t wait too long."

PH

Sun Jan 17 15:40:58 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Now that was a great story, PH. I enjoyed reading it. Wish I could have been there....

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Jan 17 00:23:39 US Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hey everybody, I'd just like to tell everyone that I am not the Dave from the college bondage forum on this page. Therefore, I will be using the name Dave1 instead of Dave from now on, in case that Dave decides to post on this forum. Thanks.

Dave1

Sun Jan 17 01:28:55 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

PH: I loved your story! Your posts always have a warm and nostalgic feel to them that makes them fun to read. Keep up the great work.
Doug

Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Sun Jan 17 00:57:43 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

I went back and checked the page and I realized, that not only was my address incomplete, it is also wrong. It is michael_220@hotmail.com
I apologize for my mental lapse. Also, I have a few pics from some tie-up experiences I am planning to post on my personal website in the near future if anyone is interested.

Mike
www.geocities.com/collegepark/hall/2657
Michael_220@hotmail.com

Sun Jan 17 19:31:41 UTC+1100 1999

Good stuff on the stories. I will be posting as soon as i finish reading all the previous archives.
Though there not as good as some of you others have "played"...

WD

Sun Jan 17 14:11:59 EST 1999

Dang PH. I'm actually starting to get sick of reading the foursome's (Doug, PH, Dudalb, and Mason) stories, because I still have yet to be tied-up in my entire life. Oh well :) Hopefully when I get a girlfriend that can change :)

WHSRocket

Sun Jan 17 12:27:27 PST 1999

WHSROCKET: hopefully your're joking! Actually I have not posted a story for nearly amonth. I am hapy to see so many new people posting. It's takes the pressure off me and the others a little. I feelsome of my tales would have better if I did not feel pressure to get them upto keep the site alive..
And is hould be Big 5:How could you leave out Gillian B who i think has written more than any ofus other four--alhough most of it was in the spring and summer of 1998.I do have one tale underway and Jennifer should have hers up in the next couple of days...

dudalb

Mon Jul 20 10:10:55 1998

This is for Dudalb, Gillian B., and Mason. Well, it's for everyone else too. I'll be posting my story in a few days. I had a great time in the chat today. To Mason, I think it was wise for you to wait a while for the story. Anyway, I'll have my first story up in a few days

davkaz3
none yet
bmw328guy@aol.com

Sun Jan 17 22:24:05 EST 1999

Greetings, all. I first came to this page a few days ago when someone posted a link to it on another board. I have thoroughly enjoyed the stories here; Doug and PH, your stories just seem to have so much depth of feeling in them; I loved them. Jon (McA) and Gillian; you two are great for being so open and prolific in your accounting of your tales. Since I enjoyed this page so much, I thought I'd post one of my own tales. Most of my stories feature the innocent tickling aspect; but since that usually required bondage of some kind, I thought that it would fit in here. Please Enjoy; I welcome feedback

When I was about 9 or 10 (Can't remember exact age), my friends and I were really into Escape Artists. We would take turns tying each other up, then timing how long it took for them to escape.

I was always the quickest to get out. One time, my 2nd cousin (I'll call him Rod) decided to make it more challenging for me. I was tied with my hands inside socks (clenched into fists), and tied behind my back. My upper arms were then tied down to my chest. Then I was rolled up in a couple of wool blankets, and they were tied across my chest, waist, knees and ankles. They tied ropes around my bare ankles, and secured them to the bottom of the bed I was on. Then they took the ends of a housecoat belt that they had tied around my shoulders at the beginning, and stretched me out. They finished it off with a blindfold (I had agreed to wear one so it would be harder to see the ropes and knots; the others thought that would give them a chance to beat my time; I had never bothered to tell them that I was double-jointed).

I started struggling to get loose, when I felt something pointy touch my bare right foot. Next thing I knew, someone was tickling my feet. I lost my concentration,...okay, okay! Truthfully, I started thrashing and laughing like crazy. I could barely move; there was no way I could pull my feet away! In between laughter, I screamed that they were cheating.

Dorain
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Sun Jan 17 23:18:28 EST 1999

Part II

A voice that I knew was Rod's answered, saying:
"You never said we couldn't!"
I thrashed around, and finally got the blindfold off one eye, and saw what was happening. Rod had the feathered end of a dart going up and down my soles. Another friend (we'll call him Peter), decided to join in on the fun. He put down my digital watch which he was timing me with, and started wiggling his fingers across my soles. When his fingers reached the base of my toes, I nearly snapped all the ropes! I don't know how long he did it; all I remember was lying there panting, with my feet tingling. They had stopped tickling, but Peter and Darryl (a fake name for the 4th) were still smiling at me. Suddenly Rod stood up.

He was finishing pulling the laces out of my running shoes. He started threading the laces through my toes. It tickled horribly just feeling them slide down between my toes. Once there was a length between every toe on my right foot, he grabbed the ends, and started slowly sawing the laces back and forth between my toes. It was the most intense sensation I had ever felt! I tried to clench my toes, but one of the others grabbed my toes and pulled them up. All I could do was wriggle and thrash.
When he stopped, Peter said he wanted to try something. I weakly begged for mercy. Peter ignored me; and, taking off his own shoe, he removed the lace from it, and used it to tie my big toes together. He then took the 2 laces from Rod, and threaded them through the toes of both feet. I could only giggle; I was too weak to do anything else (except for desperately holding my bladder!). He then sawed the laces through ALL my toes at once. At this point I could only giggle hysterically, and occasionally beg for mercy.

Finally; mercifully they stopped. Once I had caught my breath, I slipped out of the bonds (fortunately, my thrashing around had loosened them a lot).

Dorain
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Sun Jan 17 23:20:25 EST 1999

Part III

Since this board is concerned more with the actual bondage than the tickling, I'll try to describe how I did it; as best I can remember. At that age, I was able to flex my wrists down so that I could actually touch the inside of my forearm with my fingertips. The thrashing had resulted in the socks no longer holding my hands in a clenched fist. I slipped my fingers out of the socks, forcing them off. They had tied my wrists so that the knot was on the back of my hand, but twisting my elbows inward until they touched gave me enough slack to twist the knot around front where I untied it. After that, it was fairly simple to untie the bathrobe that passed under my arms to give them something to tie to the top of the bed to stretch me out. They thought by having the knot back between my shoulderblades, I wouldn't be able to undo it. I was actually glad for the blankets, since it hid my contortions from them (although, my struggles during the tickling resulted in a very hard knot to untie). After that, it was merely a matter of shimmying out of the blankets after I untied my ankles and toes.

When I finally stood on my still-tingling feet, they laughed and said I took 48 minutes (not too hard; especially since for some strange reason, no one else was bound to such an extreme degree as I always was!). Both Peter and Darryl beat my time, but when Rod took his turn, I had managed to get my hands on his shoe-laces. Once he was trussed up, I got my revenge! He seemed to be nearly as ticklish as I was. Of course, Peter and Darryl helped.

Soon, tickling became a common hazzard whenever we played escape artist.

Dorain
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 18 12:45:40 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I would just like everyone to know that I have created a new web page. It is a page where you can post any true stories of tying up and /or gagging women that are not appropriate for the other true story pages. Hope to see your stories there. Please do not post stories of men tied up, though.

Konnoc
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Portal/9975
hogtie34@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 18 18:04:21 EST 1999

Oops. See Dudalb, I'm forgetting about the people that are in the archives. And I guess you 4 stick out in my mind cause your stories have been recent. Sorry Gillian, McA, Canuck, all those that I left out. Heck, let's just say I'm getting annoyed period because I have been deprived! <---No, if that's what you were saying, I'm not kidding :-I

WHSRocket

Tue Jan 19 06:06:18 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

I wish to thank those who posted "nice reviews" to my latest posting! Friendly feedback is always welcome and I send my best regards back to all of you.
WHSRocket has given the perfect inspiration for anyone "tuning in",: write down your story and post it!...this board certainly welcomes new contributors, right Canuck?
If some people find it irritating to read the same authors/posters over and over again, perhaps they should go through the archives...?

PH

Mon Jan 18 21:29:30 PST 1999

At the age of 16 in Colorado I took up the traditional American Job for a teen age girl:
Babysitting. I had the usual mix of kids: Some good, some real brats, but no real
misadventures until at age 17 I baby-sat 3 kids who gave me a very interesting time.
The kids did not have a bad reputation (the kind where you could charge a extra $1.50 and hour and have the parents pay it because they were glad to find any kind of sitter).
They weren’t brats, just normal kids who got a little carried away in the excitement of
having a baby-sitter as their captive.The trio consisted of a girl, age 12, and two boys,
aged 10 and 7. I will call them Jane, Jesse, and Billy.

It was to be a day job--the parents would be back around Seven O Clock and I had to be there by Ten in the morning. It was summer, so I rode my bike over.I was dressed in hiking shorts, and a short sleeved khaki safari shirt.I liked the Banana Republic look which was popular back then. I was a little over six foot high and had long brown hair.

The family lived in a road on the outskirts of town and the houses were separated by
about fifty yards and each was surrounded by pines--a little isolated from each other.
When I entered the house, the parents gave me a quick tour. I noticed that the kids built a makeshift Teepee in the back yard. “Oh, the kids like playing Indians” the mother said.

Alarm bells should have gone off but they did not. I got the final instructions-routine-
and I was left alone with the kids.

jennifer
jenalb1

Mon Jan 18 21:31:50 PST 1999

I had met the kids before. They lived just down the road from the home of Maria, a girl who was one my closest friends at high school. The trio I was sitting were often playing with Maria’s younger brother and sister when I visited Maria. As a matter of fact, Maria was the kids’ usual sitter. but she was busy that morning and suggested me for the job. She would be back in the Afternoon and would drop in on me.Maria was a good friend, but liked to play jokes on people-her friends in particular.

The first few hours passed quietly. The kids seemed nice although a little rambunctious.
Jane at first was a little hostile. She--and many other 12 year olds--feel they are too old to need a babysitter and have a basic resentment at having one. But I went out of my way to treat her as an equal, and she warmed up to me and after a couple of hours seemed to like me.

But things got interesting when they suggested that I play cops and robbers with them.
I was no fool. I knew that in any game of cops and robbers, the baby-sitter was likely to be tied up. But I had been tied up in Cops and Robbers a couple of times before by my charges, and in both cases the ropes were so loose that I could have slipped out in a couple of minutes. The gags on these occasion had been a scarf tied over my mouth or between my teeth--I could easily talk through them.I was expecting nothing different this time, and had fun playing with the kids. So I walked into it with eyes wide open. I did not know that unlike the previous occasions, these kids knew how to securely tie and gag someone. After I said I would play the kids nominated me as the cop. They gave me a toy badge and my job was to find them before they could rob the bank, the bank being a box full of Monopoly money in the basement. I had to start outside the house.

jennifer

Mon Jan 18 21:35:56 PST 1999

After a few minutes of chasing around the kids managed to elude me. I decided to head for the basement and ambush them. As I walked in I thought it was about time to phone Maria ‘s house and see if she was in. The basement was dark. Good, I thought, I can surprise the kids when they come down.
Needless to say, the kids were waiting in the basement to ambush me. I felt my arms being grabbed as the lights went on.Jane and Jesse were holding my arms while Billy had turned on the light.Jesse,the ten year old, pulled my hands behind me, while Jane took a piece of cord and tied my hands together . I could feel that Jane was tying me much tighter then the kids in my previous baby-sitting adventures. When Jane was done I pulled on the ropes, there was no slack whatsoever. Jane asked if the ropes were hurting me. I said No.
My wrists were tied tightly but not to the point of pain or numbness..”Good”, Jane said, “Now Move out,Copper”! With that Jesse grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the
stairs. Not hard, just enough to show me they wanted me to go upstairs. I obliged. At the top of the stairs there was a mirror. As I looked at myself in safari style clothes with my hands tied behind me I thought I looked like the heroine of a Jungle Epic who had been captured by the evil ivory poachers. I considered calling a halt to the game but I was getting into my role of captured policewomen---and I’ve always liked playing with kids.

jennifer

Mon Jan 18 21:40:02 PST 1999

The kids led me into the living room and sat me on the couch. Jane knelt down and begun tying my ankles together with the same skill she had shown in binding my wrists.
I thought “A Gag is next”. As if she read my mind Jane took out a scarf with a knot tied in the middle of it. A minute later I was tightly cleave gagged with the knotted scarf.
Now Jane took a long piece of clothesline and tied my arms tightly to my sides, winding the roped around my body about half way between my breasts and my lap. When Jane was done she said “That should hold you” Silently I agreed. I was now eligible for
membership in the Bound and Gagged Baby-sitters club. My previous tie-ups did not
count because I could get out of them at will. But it would be a while before I could get out of this one.
Then I remembered with a shock that Maria was coming over. Maria would have fun with this. I could hear her now: “Boy, Jen, I get you a job and you end up a tied up baby-sitter out of a TV Sitcom!” Maria would have a lot of laughs at my expense over this one.
My Three captors gloated over me for a few minutes,and Jane had to use the oldest tie up game joke on earth: “If you get a phone call, Jennifer, I’ll just tell them you can’t come to the phone, you’re all tied up at the moment.”.I moaned behind the gag. When me and my brothers had tied up my mom in a game as kids, we used the same line.
After that the kids seemed to lose interest. I decided my best bet would be to wait until the kids got bored and let me go, or until Maria showed up to untie me. I sat perfectly still. I did not struggle because I doubted it would do much good, and it might amuse the kids,and I wanted to bore them into ending the game.

jennifer

Mon Jan 18 21:44:12 PST 1999

At one point Jesse walked over to me and reached toward my bare leg ( My Shorts went only to my knees.) and said “Are You Ticklish, Jennifer?” At this I did make loud
protest-or as loud as my gag permitted me to make,it was pretty effective in keeping me silent- and to my relief Jane, who was the obvious ringleader came over and gently kicked Jesse in the shin. “That’s not part of the Game!”Jane said.
Jane had definite ideas on what was permitted as part of the game and what was
not--although I think the only game being played now was watching Jennifer the Tied Up Baby-sitter. Now Jane laid down the law “We are’nt going to do anything to Jennifer that we would’nt do to each other in a game. No teasing, no tickling.”
.Jane thus made herself my protector as well my captor in my trussed up situation.She
was trying to balance her pride in having engineered my capture,binding ,and gagging
with her liking of me as a person. But any hope of an early end to game via boredom came to an end with Jane's next words

jennifer

Mon Jan 18 21:48:06 PST 1999

“Hey" Jane said,"what if we switch from Cops and Robbers to Cowboys and Indians? We can be the Indians and Jennifer can be the captured Cowgirl." Whoops of approval followed from Jesse and Billy. I then resigned myself to being burned at the stake before the afternoon ended. That was the standard fate of Captured Cowboys and Cowgirls in the version of Cowboys and Indians played in my neck of the woods. My only hope was Maria as the Cavalry coming to my rescue. Ironic because Maria had a good deal of Cheyenne blood and was proud of it,although her appearance was much more Italian then Indian.
The two boys ran off to get the equipment, and Jane came over and said ‘Don’t worry, we will only tie you to the stake and my brothers will dance around you and whoop and beat a drum.. Just don’t freak out like Maria did when they pile firewood around your feet.
They’ve burned me lots of times. Maria said you loved playing with kids. and would have fun as our captive.”
It was a good thing my Gag was fairly tight; otherwise Jane would have heard what I
called Maria My“friend”had not warned me that the kids liked burning baby-sitters at the stake.This was a major violation of Baby Sitter Ethics..Exchanging notes on kids was Baby Sitter Professional Courtesy. I was mad at Maria, but not with the kids. They were just playing. I and my brothers had burnt a babysitter once ourselves.

jennifer

Mon Jan 18 21:53:10 PST 1999

The Boys reentered with head bonnets and feathers and rubber tomahawks. “We can pick up more rope outside to tie her to the stake with” Jesse said. Jane kneeled down and untied my ankles.When they were free I stood up until I was sure that any stiffness had gone out of them and then begun walking. My attitude was now one of Let’s get it over with.
They led me ,still bound and gagged outside into the back. I Saw a gazebo with a couple of posts--I guessed that one of the posts would be my stake.

But then there was a delay One of the kids remembered there was a TV Show on they
wanted to watch. Jane was not interested in the show and wanted to get on with my
burning. A brief discussion was held and it was determined I would be held in the Teepee until the show was over-about half an hour.Jane would guard me. Then the Barbecue would commence.

TO BE CONTINUED

jennifer
jenalb1@hotmail.com

Tue Jan 19 23:23:04 Est 1999

Great stories everyone!

Jennifer, Dorrain, Villan and other new posters: welcome to my forum. I hope we'll get to read more stories from you all. ;)

And to the regulars, PH, Doug, Mason and Dudalb (thanks for convincing Jennifer to post her story! ;) ), thanks for keeping this page alive.

Canuck
You're on it!
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Fri Jan 19 23:36:52 EST 2001

I'm afraid that I can't remember much of the other tie-up games "Rod", "Peter", "Darryl" and I did during that time; the one I related only came back to me because of the intense tickling involved. Although reading tales about innocent childhood tickling brought out forgotten memories; perhaps some of your stories will do the same. (although, I must say that I am screamingly jealous of Doug and PH's childhoods!)
The other true stories I have don't really involve bondage/tie-ups that much

1. Tickling Peter when he's trapped under a bed;
2. Me being tickled by a physiotherapist when she did ultrasound treatment on my feet (she did strap my ankles down to keep them still, though!);
3. Me being tickled by LOTS of people when I'm in a trick box at a Haunted House — only my legs and feet showed; and I had to keep them fairly still)

I could relate them if people want, but they don't really fit the theme here. The Web Page link is to my forum where all 4 stories are posted, as well as my Fictional stories (I can't remember my life before about age 17, except for occasional glipses; so I write a lot of fiction instead)

Dorain
http://forums.delphi.com/m/main.asp?sigdir=cleantickling
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Wed Jan 20 18:07:17 PST 1999

AN ADVENTURE IN BABYSITTING PART 2

I was escorted into the Teepee and Jane helped me to sit down. My ankles were retied and for good measure Jane then tied my knees together also. She thought for a moment and then left me saying “I’ll be Back in a minute”;
As soon as Jane left I begun twisting in my ropes, trying to see If I could free myself. I
did not have much expectation of success, and my expectations were right. Jane was
skilled with her ropework.I gave up.
After about five minutes Jane returned.To my surprise she had a clean scarf and a can of soda pop. She ungagged me, and opened the can of pop. “I thought you might be getting thirsty, Jennifer”,she said. I was--a gag dries out you mouth--so I sipped the pop as Jane held the can up to my mouth. “You can stay ungagged until my brothers come out. But I’m going to keep you tied up. I would not be a good Indian chief if I didn’t.”
I made a comment that I never knew that a can of pop was the last meal for someone
condemned to the stake. Jane snorted in disgust. “Don’t be Silly,Jennifer. You know we aren’t going to hurt you.”
“I was just making a joke. I know you guys are just having fun. But if you keep me tied up too long my arms will start to ache. They are OK now but I hope the game ends
soon.”
Jane looked thoughtful. “You have been tied up a long time” she said. “Maybe I can talk my brothers into taping the show for later and finishing the game now”

Jennifer

Wed Jan 20 18:20:02 PST 1999

Just then a head poked in through the teepee door. “Hi ,Paleface! The kids told me where you were.” It was Maria.,sounding very cheerful. And obviously amused by her close friend lying bound and helpless before her. I would have made a huge bet that Maria had set me up with the kids..I told her so and then said ”It ‘s a good thing for you I’m tied up.Otherwise, you would be in real trouble”.

Come on Jen, can’t you take a joke?” This was a thinly veiled confession that she had
help set up my captivity and fiery end.” Besides” Maria continued “ It was kind of fun
when I was burned.Just don’t weird out when they pile the firewood around your feet.
Jesse and Billy really get into playing my Ancestors.“
“Aren’t you always talking about how the Cheyenne did not torture their captives?”
“True, but you have to get even sometime”. Maria was proud enough of her Native
American heritage that she was able to joke about it.

Jane picked up the clean gag she had brought with her. “I am going in the house for a few minutes so I am going to have to gag you. Don’t spoil the fun by helping her, Maria!”
Jane then regagged me. Maria seem to find this funny. Jane then left. For about five
minutes I just sat there while my friend teased me about my situation. She told me how
Jane had given her instructions when she was burned a couple of weeks ago on how to perish when the two boys had used a “torch” made of a wooden stick with red ribbons on the end to ‘Light the Fires.” Maria hoped I would die as well as she did.

Jennifer

Wed Jan 20 18:20:39 PST 1999

Suddenly I heard whoops and Jane and her brothers came in. Jane was carrying several more lengths of rope. She put them down except for one length. “I put a blank tape in the VCR to record the show so we could get on to burning you. And” At this point the two boys grabbed Maria”you are going to have some company!” Jane then began to tie Maria’s hands behind her. Maria was completely taken by surprise: before she really began to struggle Jane had tied off the last knot. “Hey Guys, you’ve already burned me once!” said Maria. ‘So you won’t mind a second time!” Jane said happily as one of her brothers handed her a gag identical to mine. ‘Maria, you talk too much!” Jane said as she gagged Maria. I was delighted by this turn of events; I was giggling beneath my gag. Jane then knelt down and untied my ankles and legs, and the rope binding my arms to my sides was untied as well. I stood up and I noticed that now Jane and Jesse and Billy had put on some of the cheap make up sold at toy stores as warpaint. Jane took the box of makeup,put some red on her finger and solemnly put a single stripe across my forehead, then did the same for Maria.,who squealed beneath her gag.(They did not do this at her 1st burning) “A mark for those condemned to the stake” she said. I remembered seeing this in a western on TV a few days ago where the hero and heroine had this done to them when they were about to be burned at the stake. Maria and I were then escorted out of the teepee.

Jennifer

Wed Jan 20 18:23:47 PST 1999

Billy picked up a toy tom tom drum and begun beating a rhythm -the beat used in every bad western film featuring Indians ever made. Maria and I were gently grabbed by Jane and Jesse and walked toward the Gazebo,our hands still tied securely behind us. I noted the kids had collected a large pile of ropes of various lengths and had put them by the gazebo-Jane added the ropes she was carrying to the collection. When we reached the Gazebo Billy temporarily stopped beating the drum to take part in a discussion about whether it would be more fun to tie us to separate stakes or tie us together to one stake.
They decided to tie us both to one stake. Jane then thoughtfully looked at us, then at the center post in the gazebo-the stake. She thought for a minute and then said “I got it”!”
She was figuring out the details of how to tie two people to one stake.
Jane took a long piece of rope and tied it around the center post, about waist high. She tied it so that two pieces of the rope, each about 2 feet long,hung from the main coil on
opposite sides of the post.She then tied another cord the same way around the bottom of the post. She then went over, took my arm, and walked me to the post, and turned me so that my back was against the stake. Jane then used the two foot piece of rope already attached to the post to tie my already bound hands to the stake. “Because there are two of you , we can’t tie your hands behind the stake like we usually do, but this will do fine.”
Jesse had already walked Maria over to the stake and had stood her up against the stake on the side opposite me. Jane tied Maria’s hands to the stake in the same way so that we were back to back. All this time Billy kept up his drum beat. I began to think of English Class and ‘The Last of the Mohicans”.

Jennifer

Wed Jan 20 18:28:51 PST 1999

Jane then got two pieces of rope and used one to tie my ankles together, then did the same to Maria’s ankles with the other.She then used the two lengths of rope from the rope tied to the bottom of the stake to tightly fasten our bound ankles to the stake.
Jane then took a very long piece of clothesline--it must have been 25 feet. She walked
over, made a lasso with a slip knot then put it over my head and pulled it down to a few inches below my bust. She then pulled it tight. My arms were very snugly pinned to my body. She then pulled the loose line over to Maria. and made a loop and repeated the process with Maria. Jane then wound the line around us both and the stake, cinching it when she had made a circuit. Jane repeated this four or five times until there was only enough rope left for a final cinch and a knot. I tested the ropes and found I could only twist a few inches. Now our bodies were tightly secured to the stake.
As a final touch , Jane then tied our knees to the stake but this was just for artistic reasons.
The ropes around our hands and feet, and the several loops around our upper bodies
already secured us to the stake.very tightly. Billy kept up the drum beat throughout our
being bound to the stake. Jane then told us we had five minutes to try to escape or make our peace with the Great Spirit. Maria and I gave it our best shot but the ropes were too secure. As Maria said later, her ancestors would have liked the thoroughness with which Jane had tied us to the stake.

Jneeifer

Wed Jan 20 18:36:57 PST 1999

Jane ,when our escape period ended, said “Let the paleface woman and the woman of the enemy tribe be burned!” At this Jesse and Billy ran over to a large stack of firewood being stored for the winter. They each grabbed a couple of small logs ,headed back, and carefully placed them around my feet.
They repeated this, and when a pile of about a dozen logs was stacked next to my feet, they topped it off with some twigs and other kindling. You learn the proper way to build a fire at a young age in Colorado. I did not freak out, but I did make some stifled screams and twisted in my ropes, as the wood was piled around me. I thought I might as well give the kids a good show. Jane picked up immediately that I was playing a damsel in distress rather then freaking out and she gave me a thumbs up.
The boys, after watching my struggles begun piling wood around Maria’s feet. At first
Maria was silent, but when they begun piling the kindling on top of the wood, Maria
begun to twist and moan through her gag. She then twisted her head toward me and gave me a wink. She was not freaking out this time, just trying to rival my performance.
Now the two boys begun a war dance ,whooping a screeching loudly as they ran around and around us. Jane did not dance but kept a beat on the drum. I occasionally twisted in my bonds, but I was saving my big stuff for the climax I had been told about where the boys would use a fake torch to light the fires. Jesse and Billy would occasionally act like they would hit me or Marie with their fake rubber tomahawks, but never made contact.
After about five minute of their dance around us, Jane said “Light the Fires!

Jennifer

Wed Jan 20 18:43:29 PST 1999

At this Billy ran and got the “Torch” a piece of wood with a large bunch of red ribbons
attached to the head. He then ran over to me, waved the “Torch” in my face,and then
touched the wood with it 3 or 4 times; each time in a different place. At the third or
fourth ignition I really begun twisting in my ropes and screaming as loud as I could
through my gag. Billy then set “fire” to the wood around Maria’s feet. Maria tried to top me--or so Jane said later,--in twisting and screaming through her gag. After about two minutes I let out a final gagged yell and slumped forward and was still. Maria did
likewise. After a minute there was a final shout from the Indians and then Jane said “OK, the game’s over ; untie them”

First Jane ungagged us. While they were untying us, I complimented Jane on how
impressive the burning was. I was not kidding. On a visit home from college five years
later it did not surprise me that Jane was one of the leading lights of her high school drama program.
It took the kids about five minutes to untie us to the point where our hands could be
freed.When at last my hands were untied my wrists were ok but I did have a little pain in my upper arms. when I stretched them in front of me. A few loosening exercises and they were fine but I suggested to Jane she might to put a hour limit on keeping someone tied up in their games. I figured my hands had been tied behind me for a little under two hours.Jane was aware of the danger of the ropes being too tight, and had been careful not to tie to the point of pain or circulatory problems, but she seemed unaware that
being in one rigid position for a length of time can produce problems. She admitted she
had not been tied up over 45 minutes in a game. Maria had been tied up for about half an hour and had no problems.The rest of the day was spent watching TV and a
movie.

Wed Jan 20 18:46:05 PST 1999

The parents got home around seven . The mother, just before I left, suddenly noticed
something. “Was that a red Streak on your Forehead, Jennifer?” she asked. I said yes; I had not washed it off, I had just used a paper towel to rub it off. “Did you have fun being burned at the stake?” the mom said. “They tied me up and burnt me last Saturday. They certainly get into their roles, don’t they? It was nice of you to play with them” I was not surprised. I figured the mom was an obvious target.After making sure I had been a more or less willing victim the mom said good night and I bicycled home.
I considered a joke on Maria in retaliation but decided the kids had already done that by making her my partner in burning. It was kind of fun, but when I sat the trio again I was careful not to get involved in any games involving me being tied up.The kids, while
meaning no harm, were just a little too enthusiastic for my taste.

Jennifer
jenalb1@hotmail.com

Thu Jan 21 07:31:26 UTC+0100 1999

Great adventure, Jennifer, thanks for sharing it with us. This is the kind of story I like to read!

FH
working.man@iname.com

Long time lurker first time poster here. I just wanted
to say that there have been same great stories posted
here. My favorites are Jennifer's ( I like hearing
women talk about how they were tied up, you're a lucky man Dudalb )
Doug and PH's stories are among my favorites ( I like barefoot bondage )
Villan's story was fun to read also. I don't have any true
stories myself. Anyways thank to everyone who posts, you're
what keeps this page alive.

BillG

Sat Jan 23 08:55:49 1999

Just found this site. There are some great stories here. Bondage has always been a part of my life, even a at a young age. I would love to share some of my stories with you. Wish there were more women into bondage than seems to be. I wonder why that is? Because, as a kid, it seemed like all of the girls were very eager to play tie-up games, but now they are hard to find. If anybody has an answer to this question, please let me know. Thanks. Great site.

Will
topbot@hotmail.com

Sat Jan 23 21:24:22 UTC 1999

Hi!!

Just saying how good this site is, not like some of the stuff you get on the net!
I will contribute my stories if I get time! :)

Bye

Dan

Sat Jan 23 23:33:21 1999

I've been a visitor to this site many times. I will try to relate my first tie up game.

When i was fifteen, I had a friend named Wanda. She was tall, (for her age.) Slim, had a nice figure and dark hair. She and I were on the swim team for our school.

One hot july afternoon, Wanda and I were taking our usual shortcut through the woods. She had on her one piece blak speedo swimsuit. Our team colors were black, with a gold bar running down the sides of the suit.

Over her shoulder was her gym bag with clothes for the walk home. She always walked with her thumbs tucked into the whit canvas belt that held up a white tennis skirt.

One day i finally got up the nerve to ask her; "Why do you always walk aith your hands behind your back?"

Her answer made my heart leap out of my chest. "I like the feeling of my hands behind me."

After the swim meet, we came in third, her bag with all of her clothes gets accedently dumped into the pool. As we walk home, shes got some old flip flops on her feet, and just her Swim suit. I noticed that she kept butting her hands behind her back, yet they wouldnt stay.

max cuff

Sat Jan 23 23:44:31 1999

I got cut off Part 2

I ask her to put down her gym bag and i begin going through it till i find her wet sneakers.

She gives me a sly grin as I pull the laces out of the sneakers. "Turn around."

"Not to tight.' She said as she turned on her heel and placed her hands behind her. I laced her up, "Not to tight, is it?" I asked.

"Nope, it feels great." She sure looked great. And i carried her bag, as well as my stuff home.

She giggled the whole way back as we talked about school and stuff. She squrimed and fidgeted, but i think she enjoyed it.

There were other 'adventures,' with Wanda. But i end it for now.
Max.

max cuf

Sun Jan 24 15:22:39 1999

Hi Everybody, This place is so cool. I really like reading all the stories. I just started playing bondage games and tie-up with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. Until than it all sounded kinda goofy. It all started with my sister Jo and her girlfriend Melissa. These two are fascinated with anything having to do with bondage and are constantly looking for places like this. They are both fifteen and are always talking about growing up and dominating men. I don't know where they get these goofy ideas from. Anyhow a couple of weekends ago my parents were away for a couple of days and I was sort of baysitting. My boyfriend Phil was over and and we were all just sitting around watching TV and bored out of our minds. Of coarse these two start talking about bondage and pretty soon asked Phil if they could tie him up. I was amazed that he agreed to it and even taunted them, saying that no girls could tie knots good enough to keep him hostage. I thought the whole idea was stupid and kept watching TV as they went around getting stuff to use on him. It started off kind of funny. They were trying to tie his hands and arms behind his back but he kept getting loose. They had to do it a couple of times to get it right. He was just sort of laughed at them and even give them advice on how to do it better. I watched them for awhile but had alot of chores to get done and left them playing their little game. I didn't get back until about 20 minutes later when I heard Phil calling for me. "Kim, Kim get in here!. Help me!!" When I walked into the den this is what I saw. They had wrapped Phil into a large throw rug we kept in the den so that just his head and feet stuck out.

Kim

Sun Jan 24 15:25:15 1999

About every 10 inchs or so they had tightened my dads belts around him so that he looked like a mummy, all wrapped up. They had rolled him onto his stomach and Jo was sitting on his back holding a pair of stockings. Melissa knelt beside him with a roll of duct tape. "Oh, thank god you're here." "What's the stockings and tape for ?" I asked. "These girls are crazy, they're going to gag me. Get em off of me." Melissa and Jo were just laughing out loud to each other. I should have told him that calling fifteen year old girls "crazy" was a compliment more than anything else. "It's up to you Kim." Jo said as she dangled the stockings in Phil's face. He really was in a big jam but he was being so good natured about it, I think I knew then that he was secretly enjoying the whole thing. "Oh, go ahead and gag him. He talks too much anyway." Phil got out a couple "NO's" and "WAIT's" in before he was muffled for good. All three of us were laughing now and I ran out to get a camera. It was all so funny. He was always trying to be such a big shot and now he was as helpless as a baby. I couldn't use the regular camera so it took me awhile to find an old instant camera we had in the house. Then I had to find the film for it. By the time I got back to them, Melissa had removed Phil's socks and was sitting on the back of his leg's, exploring the soles of his feet with one of my mom's knitting needles. I saw that she had tied his big toes together with some yarn. Jo had gone back to watching TV and was laying out on the floor with her head on some pillows and had her feet resting on Phils shoulders. It was just so cool. "Are you OK in there?" I asked. Jo answered "Oh, He's OK. Aren't you Phil." and nudged his head a couple of times with her foot.

Kim

Sun Jan 24 15:27:37 1999

I knelt beside his head and checked to make sure he was alright. He was a little frustrated to say the least. I guess I would be too if someone was tickling my feet and I couldn't move. He was trying to yell at me through the gag and the leather belts that held him were creacking as he struggled like crazy. I smiled back at him and promised I'd let him go as soon as we got some pictures of him. It was just such a satisfying feeling having him all bundled up and helpless like that. I told Melissa to stop tickling his feet and after she got up we rolled him over onto his back. We stood over him for a while trying to decide what pictures to take. It felt kind of weird having him stare up at us, so as Jo went to go change into this hippy-chick costume she wore last Halloween, Melissa and I went for some ace bandages inorder to tape his eyes closed. Now that he was blindfolded he really looked just like a mummy. Jo wore this really cute mini-skirt and go-go boots and I took some pictures of her standing over him. In one picture she put her foot on his throat and had her hands on her hips and everything. It was the coolest thing I had ever seen! Anyhow we eventually untied him and he wasn't mad or anything. He was kind of worn out but I knew he sort of liked it. Real girl power. I've tied him up a couple of times since but nothing like that. He keeps hinting around that he'd like all three of us to tie him up again but I really doubt it. It was just sort of a spur of the moment thing to do on a boring afternoon. But who knows, maybe we'll surprise him one of these days.

Kim

Sun Jan 24 23:45:56 UTC 1999

Hi!!

My stories are not as nearly as good as some I've read on this site, but I remember tying up a friend when I was 13, he was a few years younger than me. Note: I don't really like tying up other boys, it's just that I didn't know many girls who were into it!
Anyway, I tied his hands in front of him, not being very good at tying at the time, and put him in a sleeping bag. Most of what I did in this was instructed by him anyway! We had some elastic rope with hooks on the ends, so I tightly roped that around him in the sleeping bag. He looked like a worm when he struggled to get up!! I got the ends of the elastic rope and pulled them up to the hooks on the window, where I hooked them. This left him hanging there, out straight, and squirming around to get out. I walked off leaving him there, but when I came back he was free.

I hope I get the chance to post some more stories!

Bye!!!

Dan

I haven't seen any posts here in the past couple of days, and was just wondering if there was a problem with the board.

Dorain
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Thu Jan 28 01:42:32 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Just dropping in to say hello again!

There was a comment about not seeing any new posts lately, I think January has been a very good month for this board. Cannuck even had to divide the month's messages into two!

There was also a comment about a week ago about the same people posting all the time. As I feel a little bit guilty having posted a lot, I will try to restrain myself (bad pun) and give room for new posters! Come on and share your memories!

I'm looking forward to the next chat at Bob's. The last two "virtuals" were really funny! Thanx to Mase, Gillian, Dudnjen, TW, and Lilly for the entertainment!
See you soon!

PH

Thu Jan 28 13:49:10 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hi again folks. Before I start telling you another story concerning my old girlfriend, I thought I'd mention that I really enjoy this site. There's been some awesome story's, but the ones I prefer, are the ones from the ladies. It's really cool reading about them being bound and gagged in their own words.

Anyway, one morning that same summer, I phoned Dianne to see what she was up to. She told me her sister Marlene was going to go shopping, and her mother and brother Mike were working. She told me to come over and have some fun. It wasn't often that we got to spend any time alone together, so I was gone like a shot from a cannon.

When I arrived, Marlene was still there because her friends were picking her up. She was teasing Dianne about having the house to herself and being able to do whatever she wanted with me. Dianne took it in good stride and I felt pretty proud and excited. It was a real turn on, that Marlene was sort of flirting with me.

When her friends pulled in the driveway she left saying, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do". Dianne laughed and pushed her out the door telling her to shut up. She then looked at me and asked me what I wanted to do. I walked over to her and kissed her and said that I'd like to have some fun (I didn't exactly use those words, but I'm sure you get the idea).

Villan

Thu Jan 28 13:50:55 Eastern Standard Time 1999

She then freaked me right out. She told me that if I tied her up, I could do anything I wanted to. She explained that if she got loose she wasn't going to let me do anything, but if she couldn't get free within half an hour, we'd do anything I wanted. I asked her why, and she told me that it's fun trying to get loose, especially if you can't. She then started walking down the hall toward her room. She looked at me as she opened her door and asked me if I was coming.

I hurried down the hall, walked into her room and watched her bring out the ropes that Marlene and I used on her a few weeks before. She threw them on the bed, and went to her dresser where she pulled a long piece of white terrycloth out of her drawer. As she wound it up she jokingly said that she wasn't going to be able to give me any directions. I watched her in total ecstasy as she opened her mouth and tightly cleave gag herself. She then looked at me with a sarcastically puzzled expression, and tried to mmmff out the question "now what?"

I gently pushed her onto her bed and made her roll over on to her stomach. As I did this she put her hands behind her back, crossing them at the wrists, then started struggling and mmffing. I took one of the ropes and tied her wrists together so tight that she squealed when I tied the knot. I then did the same to her ankles. Once I finished she was wiggling her body around on the bed, rolling from her stomach to her side then back again. I thought I was going to faint when she looked at me and shook her head and mmffed out the words no and help me.

Villan

Thu Jan 28 13:52:10 Eastern Standard Time 1999

She was pretending that I had just kidnapped her and she was trying to free herself. I watched her roll onto her back and bridge herself so she could try and slip her wrists underneath her bum. As she moved her knees up and down I grabbed them and said in an evil voice, "maybe I should tie these together". She looked at me, widened her eyes to let me know that she'd like it, then started shaking her head again and mmffing out a couple of muffled no's.

I ran down the stairs to the basement, and started looking for the length of rope that I had found when I was with Marlene. It wasn't were we left it so I looked all over the basement, but never found it. I ran back up to Dianne's room and told her again in an evil voice that she was lucky because I couldn't find anymore rope. She just looked at me and pouted through her gag.

I watched her struggle for close to an hour, before I untied her. When I pulled her gag off she asked me why I left her for more than the half-hour. I told her that the deal was that I could do anything I wanted, and that's what I did. As I untied her ankles, she laughed at me and said, "You really liked that didn't you"? I was a bit embarrassed, and said that I thought it was kind of fun. I helped her off the bed, turned her around and undid the rope holding her wrists together.

Villan

Thu Jan 28 13:53:42 Eastern Standard Time 1999

She told me that the kind of rope that Brenda and Lori used on her was much more comfortable, she also said that the rope I used hurt, especially since I tied it so tight.

I told her I was sorry, but I didn't want her to get loose. She then really turned me on as she said we should go shopping sometime and buy some of the rope the girls used on her. She also added that we could get enough for her knees and arms also. I was dumbfounded as I said, "sure, that would be really neat, how about if we go later today?" She said sure, then lied back onto her bed (this site won't allow me to say what happened next, but again I'm sure you get the idea).

Afterwards Dianne told me that if we went to the hardware store right away, I could kidnap her before Marlene got home. I got up right away and dressed telling her that if she wanted to do that again we should get moving. Man was I excited, I thought to myself that there was a hardware store about a mile away, we get there and be back within an hour's time. I told her that, and she got really giddy and started dressing quickly. She told me that she really enjoyed getting tied up, and that this was going to be fun.

Villan

Thu Jan 28 13:54:29 Eastern Standard Time 1999

When we got there, we went straight to the fastening department and started checking out the prices of the nylon marine rope. She started feeling them all, determining which type would feel the best against her. She actually wound some around her wrist in front of the sales girl. The girl looked at me and smiled the way somebody would if they thought you were nuts. She asked Dianne how much we wanted, and Dianne said "about a hundred feet". She measured it off, and taped it at the hundred-foot mark. She told us that this was to make sure it didn't fray as she cut it. I was kind of nervous as I paid for it, because I felt that everybody was watching us, and knew what we were up to.

We laughed as we hurried back to her house, not really believing what we had just done. When we got home Dianne went down to the workshop in the basement and came back with some electrical tape and a pair of shears. "Lets cut off the lengths you'll need to tie me up with", she said to me. I watched in amazement as she pulled off about ten feet, wrap some tape around it and cut it off. She then did it a second time. Next she started wrapping the remainder of the rope around her thighs just above the knees several times, taped it, then cut it. "There" she said, "go ahead kidnap me and leave me bound and gagged (I love when women use that phrase).

I went into her room and brought back the gag she kept stashed in her drawer. As I started tying her hands behind her back, I asked how long she wanted to be tied up for. She told me to keep her tied up for at least twenty minutes. When I finished tying her hands, I sat her down on the couch and made her lie down. I tied her ankles together, then sat her back up. As I wound up the gag I asked her if she had any last words, and she giggled and said that I'd never get away with this. She then opened her mouth and as I tightly tied it between her teeth she mmffed and pretended to struggle.

Villan

Thu Jan 28 13:55:09 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I then picked up the length of rope she cut for her knees, and tied them tightly together. I grabbed her by the arms and forced her onto the floor, rolling her onto her stomach. She looked up at me, and when I started tying her upper arms as close as possible together, she tried her best to complain. Once I tied them, I helped her sit up, and I stated wrapping the remainder of the rope around her body just below her breasts, holding her arms tight to her back.

I stood up and watched her sit on the floor as she struggled against her bonds. She looked absolutely perfect, but by the way she mmffed through gag, I don't think that she was that happy. While she was struggling she fell over onto her side and each time she tried to get up, she'd fall back over. Dianne was completely helpless and I was enjoying every second of it.

Then it happened. It's funny now, but at the time the two us just about had heart attacks. A car pulled into the driveway, and we heard Marlene and her two friends get out. I jumped onto the floor and started untying her hands, but I was panicking so much that I couldn't get anything loose. While Dianne was mmffing for real urging me to hurry, the door opened and in walked Marlene and her friends Cathy and Kim.

Villan

Thu Jan 28 13:56:32 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I'll never forget the look on their faces when they first saw Dianne. Marlene started laughing hysterically, she said that she expected us to be in a romantic way and she started taunting Dianne about her helpless condition. I tried to pull off Dianne's gag, but Marlene stopped me by pushing my hands away. When she told her friends that this is the only way anybody has ever gotten Dianne to shut up, they both laughed. Dianne was getting pissed off as Marlene and Cathy started pinching her bum and tickling her, so I decided I'd better get her untied immediately.

I pushed the girls away and pulled off Dianne's gag. Marlene teased her the whole time that I was untying her. Dianne was almost as embarrassed as I was, but it wouldn't stop her from telling Marlene to shut up, or we'd tie her up like that sometime. Marlene laughed real loud and said that she'd feel sorry for us if we tried.

As Dianne and I gathered up the rope we looked at each other and smiled. I guess we both got the same idea, but we'd have to plan it out together before we actually carried it out. So everybody, please stay tuned for the next episode entitled "Marlene's Ransom".

Villan

Thu Jan 28 20:48:08 1999

This is a story of something that happened last October and like alot of others who have written storys lately I don't pretend to be a great writer but I'll try to relate things like they took place. It's kind of different from the other stories I've read here so if you like it let me know and I'll write another story of something similar that happened to me last summer at the beach.
The youth group I was in put on a haunted house and me and my best friend Sharon had parts in it, There was this cute guy Greg who Sharon had a big crush on but all through the set-up and rehersal he kept flirting with me. It wasn't my fault. I wasn't even interested in him, but I have to admit he was cute Anyway Sharon tried everything to get his attention but he would just follow me around like a puppy dog. I have really long red hair so I was chosen to be the witch in the kitchen. All I had to do was stir this big pot that had dry ice in it. Plus I got to wear this sexy custume. It really showed off my figure. The whole room was decorated with body parts and stuff. The only way Greg could work in the same room with me was if he took the job as "The Head" that I was about to cook. We had taken an old trunk and cut a hole in it just big enough for Greg to put his head through. When the lid was closed we put this collar thing around his neck so that it looked like his head was cut off but it was still alive. When people came through they would get close and than Greg would shoot open his eyes and yell real loud. I know it sounds corny but in a dark room and with the special lighting it looked real cool. We were kind of slow the first night and every time we were alone Greg would just start saying these rude, obnoxious things to me. I remember wishing that I really was a witch so that I could at least turn him into a frog. but I probably would have been tempted to step on him.

Kelly
dbl777

Thu Jan 28 20:50:40 1999

Sharon was downstairs working on the refreshment stand. She wore this French maid custume that was really cute, black fishnets and heels, she was going all out to get Gregs attention. I kept trying to stear the conversation back to Sharon and how he felt about her but he made comments about how she was too aggresive for him and not his type. He made it pretty clear that he'd never ask her out. He did say "But her legs are almost as nice as yours". About halfway through the night they stopped people from coming in so we could take a break. I went downstairs to get us some refreashments and talk to Sharon. I told her what Greg had said and boy did she get mad. She's probably the prettiest girl in school and usually has boy's falling all over her. She get's pretty angry when she doesn't get her way. I went back to the "kitchen" and fed Greg a doughnut and some cider before going back to work.
At the end of the night a few people started to show up in my room, Sharon was one up them. A few of the guy's went over to help Greg out of the trunk but Sharon beat them to it. She sat down on top of the trunk and crossing her legs, just kept chatting to other people in the room. She totally ignored Greg who was sort of speechless. The look on his face was priceless. He must have had one major leg fetish because he could not take his eyes off of Sharon's legs, and they were just inch's from his face. It was kind of funny watching her operate. Then she acted as if she just noticed him for the first time "Oh, Hi Greg". She put her arm around his head and hugged it to her thigh as she lightly pinched his nose with her other hand. Everyone got a laugh out of that. Meanwhile Janice, the adult leader was calling us all to go back downstairs to begin our cast party. Everyone filed out, expecting that we would be releasing Greg from the trunk. How wrong they were.

Thu Jan 28 20:52:28 1999

Soon just the three of us were left. I went over and sat on the other side of Greg's head. Sharon and I rested our forearms on Greg and talked about the people we had seen that night and how much fun it had been. "Did you have fun too Greg?" While we talked Sharon "dusted" Greg's face with her featherduster. And then I'd take my turn . Part of my custume was this short whip like thing with leather fringes coming off of it and I'd just lightly hit him with it. Not to hurt him or anything but just to aggravate the hell out of him. He was actually laughing through this whole thing. I think he just liked getting all that attention from two girls. We finally told him we would grant one wish for him and we would promise to do whatever he asked of us. His exact words were "I'd like you to get off the trunk." which we promptly did, but not before closing the latches that locked the lid. "Bye Bye Greg" "So long Greg. Try to stay out of trouble"We blew him kisses goodbye as we walked towards the door but now he got real nervous. "Wait, Let me out of here." he yelled. "Sorry, only one wish per customer.""But you can't just leave me here like this!" Sharon and I smiled at each other and agreed "He's absolutly right."
We had a great time at the party that night. We kicked off our shoes and danced and flirted with a bunch of guys. There were so many people there that no one really noticed that Greg was missing. One couple who had gone off to find a quiet spot to make out finally found Greg later that night, still locked in the trunk but gagged and blindfolded as well. We both caught a lot of hell when Janice found out about what we had done but that wasn't the first time we had got into trouble with her. The biggest surprise was that within a couple of days Sharon and Greg started going out with each other. Later, Kelly

Kelly, Thank for telling your story. I would like to hear about what happened at
the beach last summer.

Frank

Fri Jan 29 14:34:02 1999

One time after cheerleading practice I went to babysit these 2 brats I got tied up.
It was a normal friday night sitting experience. I got there around five, still wearing my outfit and tennis shoes, and meet the 2 I was to watch for the night. Their parents warned me to just keep an eye on them cuz they get abit rowdy. I did not pay to much attention to it cuz I did not thinbk they could put me in any situation that I could not get out of.
Anyway not more than ten minutes after they left had I been approached by the oldest of the two boys John and asked if I wanted to play a game with them. I asked what kind of game. He said it is a roleplaying type game. When I asked him what he ment he explained that it was a game in which I would be a kidnap victim and it was my job to escape.
I was a little nervous when he said I would be tied up, but did not really think they at 10 and 8 repectfully could really tie me up real good anyway. So I agreed to play.
He then told me to turn around and he tied my wrists crossed behind my back real good.I was starting to get nervous but before I could tell them that I changed my mind I was gagged.

robin

Fri Jan 29 14:34:02 1999

They stuck a rubber ball in my mouth( large enough to fit in my mouth but not small enough that I might swallow it) and wrapped it in my mouth with the stuff you wrap your leg with when you sprain it. After tieing my elbows together with some more rope they put a dog collar on me and walked me by a leash into the living room so they could watch TV for a while.
At this point i was beginning to realize that I was at their mercy. I was kind of enjoyimg this but was also scared that I would be found by their parents like this and could not figure out a way to explain what I was doing like this when I was suppose to be in charge.
I was totally at their mercy like this for about two hours... with Jim every now and then checking on me to see if I was able to escape at all. Which I could not no matter how much I tried and then I thought they where going to let me go but I truned out to be wrong.

robin

Fri Jan 29 14:34:02 1999

They lead me by the leash down to the basement where I could see a cot set up. It was to be where I was to spend the rest of the evening by my captors plans. They made me sit down on it and tied my ankles and knees with 2 more pieces of rope. Another almost 25 ft of rope was tied around my waist to hold my arms at my back, with a second 25 ft of rope wraped around my chest and arms as well. After which I was told I would be left here til I either escaped or a half hour before their parents got home.
I was really afraid I would not get free before then cuz thier parents were to be home around midnight and it was about 7:30 at the time they made this statement. Which ment I would be tied up for 4 more hours.
As they left I was really struggling to get free. Try as I might they were really good at how they had tied me. The warning that their parents came to me as I did and that only increased my desperation. I was really starting to feel really weak and helpless( which was a real rush for some reason). My mouth was really dry and I could not make any really loud moans. Fear really became a companion as I tried to wiggle free. after a while I just lay there to try an rest before trying to do something else.

robin

Fri Jan 29 14:34:02 1999

During my struggles I had fell to the floor, which was not a hard drop. I was really tied tight and helpless. my breathing had gotten heavy and I needed to rethink my situation.
I noticed a mirror not to far from me( later learned that the kids had left it there in case I wanted to see how desperate my situation was)and saw how I looked. when I look at pictures in the web of teens in bondage I looked like that then.I really got a rush of excitement and fear then that was very pleasing. {I know I sound kinda sick dont I.}
It was then I realized that I had to find something to cut the ropes with cuz there was no way I could just wiggle free. I looked around and saw a saw laying on the floor on the other side of the basement. I thought that if i could wiggle over to that I might be able to free myself.
Before I could though my captors returned to see how I was doing. It was about 8:15 as they said but it felt longer to me. They had heard me fall and came down to check on me.
I moaned through the gag. tried to wiggle abit as they talked about what to do with me further. John removed the gag and asked what I wanted.

robin

Fri Jan 29 14:34:02 1999

I told him to untie me right then and there. He just laughed and reminded me that I had agreed to it and that he told me that unless I freed myself I would be tied as long as they choose.
Before he regagged me I asked to go to the bathroom thinking they will have to free me to allow that. They suprised me when they only untied my legs walked me into the bathroom retied them. Unwraped my chest and waist only to retie me to the toilet and freed only my hands and elbows.
I could move around and do what needed to be done and that is all they wanted. I was told I had only 10 minutes to do what I needed to do before they would come for me. Since I really had to go I did that quickly to get it out of the way just incase. I dont really think I was really thinking straight but later realized that I was enjoying myself and still wanted it to continue.
When they returned I up up a pathetic struggle cause I was so tired, as they retied me and lead me back to the cot and retied me there.
I was given a sip of water before being regagged and regretted not asking for something to eat as well. When I was full bound again it was around 9. Jim kissed me and said I was the most fun babysitter that they have done this to. I was kinda shocked at first , but thought this gesture was cute to say the least.

robin

Fri Jan 29 14:34:02 1999

When they left this time they turned out the light and said they would be in their rooms if I needed anything. John even added,"Dont go nowhere now ya hear". ooooh that mad me sooooo mad.
I made up my mind right there and then toget free somehow.
I began to wiggle over to the saw I had spotted eariler in an effort to get loose. when I got there I started to work it on my wrists first. That took some time but finally worked. I got the waist rope next and then what was around my chest next.Hard with the elbows bound. When it came loose i tried to get the elbows free... this really took time. was very hard to get but after a long while I finally got free.my knees and ankles where a cinch after that and I heard at that time my captors comeing down stairs.
I could not hide before they noticed .... but where afraid I would tell their parents I told them not to worry I will get them back sometime and might not be able to if they got in trouble. I also told them it was kinda fun and might let them do it again sometime. It was about 11:30 then and their parents got home not long after that and that was the end of my first bondage experience.

robin

Sat Jan 30 13:18:44 1999

I've got another story if anyone is interested. If you are let me know.

Goku

Sat Jan 30 22:08:29 PST 1999

I just wanted to say what a great web site this is. The stories here are great. To all the authors--Keep up the good work!!!!!

Luke
Luke024@aol.com

Sun Jan 31 17:44:22 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Villan, Kelly, Robin,

Great stories all of you! Thanks for writing, I really enjoyed them.

Goku, yes, I'd love to hear your stories. God only knows, we could do with some new storytelling talent.

BTW, why don't you all drop over by Bob's chatroom some day? Regular scheduled chats are always held at 10pm GMT on Thursdays and Saturday nights ( thats Greenwich Mean Time in england ) and are usually pretty popular - lots of people! Theses also usually some kind of 'unofficial' chat beginning the same time most days too.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sat Jan 30 23:00:37 1999

First, MY BOWS to the fine authors found in these many pages. Remembering my own childhood experiences tying "damsels in distress" (and the innocence associated with those times), I appreciate the stories that come from many of you. To Doug, Duldab and the Mrs, Mason, GillianB, Jon McA, Villian, and the countless others ... IT IS APPRECIATED.

I will one day share my experiences here. But right now I am busy on-line getting my new Yahoo Club "LovebondsForFriends" built up. Since many of you have graduated into the realm of "love bondage", consider this my invitation to participate. It is very new (two days old of this posting). So any contributions you can make would be appreciated ... stories, how-to's, real-life experience, product reviews, personals, pics and drawings.

You will need Yahoo ID to contribute. But to visit, go to Yahoo, click on clubs, then type "LovebondsForFriends" in search.

Comments are always appreciated. Hope to see you there.

bond268
lovebonds@hotmail.com

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