February 1999 - part 1

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This month's stories:

Alexandra is introduced to our tie-up games by PH
Don't tease the girls! by Scott
Buried at the beach by Kelly
I Would Probably Pass Out by PSI
Babysitting Cousins Anonymous
Sister Fight by Villan
A Rainy Day (parts 59 to 79) by Mason
Playing Cowboys and Indians Involuntary by PH

Mon Feb 01 02:06:07 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Alexandra is introduced to our tie-up games. Part I

The days that followed the beach party at Joe’s, Jenny’s and Sarah’s beach were warm and lazy. We did the usual stuff fourteen year old kids do. We spent the days at the beach or out in the boat. In the evenings we often went to the nearby camping site. Joe’s parents and his uncle and family lived in a huge summer house on a large estate by the lake, my parents had a smaller house in the same area and about a mile away was a camping site.

They offered small cottages to summer guests and there was a big field for caravans and tents. No one had ever seen a mobile home in those days. The camping site was managed by a man and his wife from the nearby small town. They had two children, Alexandra, fifteen at the time, and her brother Mike, sixteen.

Alexandra, or Alex as she was called, and Mike had both been to the beach party. Alex was the one who happily had joined Jenny and Sarah in tickling Joe and me as we stood tied to posts at the beach during the party. Alex had enjoyed this very much, and the following week she continuously teased us about what had happened.

When we visited the camping site she would comment on how cute we had looked as we stood there all tied up and gagged, and how funny it had been to tickle us and shoot at us with water pistols. Alex usually worked in the little shop at the site during the days, but was free to join us in the evenings. She was a real chatter-box and never stopped talking. Mike had to help his father with maintenance during the days, but he sometimes joined us for a game of miniature golf or something else.

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:09:16 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part II
I got the impression that Jenny and Sarah thought Alex was OK, but that both of them had secret crushes on Mike. That was the reason they wanted to hang around the camping site in the evenings. Mike was his sister’s total opposite. He rarely said much and was polite and easy going, while Alex talked all the time, usually before thinking, and always spoke her mind right out. In those days I thought Alex was fun to be around, but her teasing got me very irritated.

When we were younger Alex and Mike did not live at the camping site, so they had not taken part in our games of pirates and cowboys. I suppose that is why Alex showed such interest in the fact that Joe and I had been tied up during the party. All her chatter about being tied up started me and Joe to plan something very special for Alex regarding this form of recreation.
We didn’t really know how Alex would react if we just grabbed her and tied her up one day, so we talked about it with Mike. He said that Alex probably would get very mad, scream and go on, but he thought she would find it exciting. Of course, as her older brother, this comment of his was very natural. Who wouldn’t want their younger, bratty sister tied up and taught a lesson?

We decided to trick Alex to come to the boat house one evening, and then we would get her for what she had done during the beach party. We would never be able to persuade her to come over to visit us, so we had to include Jenny and Sarah in our scheme. They would invite Alex to an all-girls sleep over, and we would show up and have our fun. To be on the safe side we told Mike about this, and he thought it to be a great idea.

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:10:52 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part III
The evening came some days later and Alex arrived at the main house. She was dressed in blue jeans and a dark-blue sweater and carried a small bag. Jenny and Sarah greeted her and the girls went over to the boat house to get ready for the sleep over. About one hour later the grown ups at the main house had retired for the night. I was supposed to sleep over in Joe’s room, but Joe and I silently sneaked out of the main house and over to the boat house. We had kicked off our shoes and moved without sound. We could hear the girls in the room above talking about this and that. Alex’ voice could be heard for miles away…

There was a sort of balcony running around the side of the boat house, from the front side and through to the back. We climbed the tree behind the boat house and on to the balcony. We had a perfect view into the up stairs room. As usual at sleep overs, mattresses had been pulled out on the floor to sleep on and the girls lay on them chatting away. They were on their stomachs, in that typical girl-position with legs bent at the knees and crossed ankles. Just waiting to be hog-tied…

Alex had her long dark hair in a single braid falling down her back. She had kicked off her shoes and was barefoot, still in jeans and sweater. I thought she looked lovely. Sarah and Jenny both had t-shirts, Sarah with cut-off jeans and Jenny with Adidas track-suit bottoms. Sarah’s red hair was in a ponytail and Jenny had her long blonde hair collected on top of her head in a rubber band. Sarah and Jenny knew we would come and tie Alex up, but they didn’t know we would include them in our little game as well. After all, they had kidnapped us and tied us to the posts, so we had all the rights for revenge according to the rules of our game.

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:13:10 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IV
We climbed down and simply walked up the stairs and into the room. Sarah and Jenny greeted us and asked us to join them, and Alex, a little uneasy at first, soon relaxed and continued to let her mouth work. Soon she was into the subject of us being tied up at the beach. She asked us how it had felt, and why the girls had done that to us. After a while I interrupted her and asked her if she never had been tied up. She answered that her brother used to tie her to trees when they were younger, but she had never experienced being kidnapped like that.
-Well, it’s time you tried it, I explained with a big grin.
-Right now? Eh…OK, she said. I never thought it would be that easy.
-You can’t tie me to tight, she said, and you girls see to that they release me when I say so!
-If you’re able to say anything…Jenny mumbled.
-OK, put your hands behind you, I ordered.

Alex placed her hands crossed behind her and I got the first rope out and started tying her. Soon her hands were securely tied and cinched and rope went around her waist. I tied her bare feet together and then sat her up. With thick rope I tied her arms tightly to her sides and her legs got several loops from the thighs and down to her ankles. Alex chatted all the time and when I was done she said:
-This wasn’t too bad!
I held a bandana with a fairly big knot on it in front of her and her eyes widened.
-You’re not going to stick that……mgwgh!
In went the gag and I tied the bandana behind her head, pressing the knot all the way in. And there was silence!

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:15:17 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part V
We all sat back and admired that perfect picture; Alex the marathon talker, tied and gagged. And we loved it. She had a wonderful expression on her face. Her forehead frowned as her eyes were wide open. She had a little wrinkle across her little button nose and her lips were drawn back by the gag with the knot filling up her mouth nicely. She was obviously working out how to communicate while being gagged, and soon realized that her limited means of conversation now were reduced to muffled Mgwgh-sounds.

Sitting up on the floor she tested her bonds. She moved about a bit and tried to turn her hands and arms. She also wiggled her toes and tried to move her legs. After a while she lay down on her side, and then on her stomach. She lifted her head and turned it, trying to see her own hands, and how they were tied. She also tried to lift her feet up to her hands and getting at the knots around her ankles, but with the hands secured to the small of her back, she couldn’t. After about a quarter of an hour she started grunting and mumbling from behind her gag, trying to say something. This we ignored.

Now it was time for Jenny and Sarah. We had decided to capture and tie them up as well. It would be great fun with three tied up girls to play with. On a given command we grabbed one girl each and started to wrestle them to the floor. Maybe they had anticipated this, because they didn’t put up much of a fight. Both girls liked the challenge of being tied up, and they knew we would retaliate sooner or later. Alex whetted us tie the other two girls with wide-eyed excitement. After some good handiwork Sarah and Jenny lay on the floor, tied good and both gagged with a bandana with a knot on it. We had tied their feet and legs with several loops and their arms were pressed to their bodies by at least fifteen loops each.

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:17:09 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VI
We let them twist and turn on the floor while we prepared the next phase of our revenge. For those who have read my previous stories, you know that in our little gang we enjoyed the privilege of having some fun with our prisoners. As we spent nearly all the time during summer barefoot, it was very natural to tickle a bound prisoner. Everyone had to endure this, and once you were captured, you knew what was to come.

In the room at the boat house we had some old furniture, and one object was an old, huge sofa, probably something that had been there for ages. It was made of heavy birch-wood with nice pillows covering the seat and back rest. At one wall was a bench made of solid wood and without a back rest. We carried the bench over to the sofa and placed it in front of it, about half a metre from it. We then picked Alex up from the floor and carried her to the sofa, and placed her sitting in it with her legs resting on the seat of the bench, and her feet in the air just off the seat. With some medium thick rope we tied her feet securely in place, rendering her legs immobile. Then we took some more rope and tied one end around her upper body and secured it to the back frame of the sofa. She was now sitting totally immobile with her legs straight out.

This procedure was repeated placing Sarah and Jenny on each side of Alex, tied to the sofa and with their legs tied to the bench. We also tied their upper bodies together with Alex so they were snuggling up nicely to each other.

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:19:09 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VII
The expressions in their eyes, wide above the gags, told us that they knew what was coming. We removed their gags and immediately angry words started to come from Alex. She had been gagged for nearly an hour and was now mouthing away her reactions on being tied up for so long. We placed a blind fold on each girl and explained the rules of this new little game. The game was a silence game and they were to keep perfectly silent. Not a word, giggle or sound would be allowed. The first one to utter a sound would be the loser and she would be gagged again. The second would be runner up and also gagged again. The one to keep silent the longest would be the winner and the winner would be released, while the other two would be kept tied up for the remainder of the night.

Protests were uttered immediately, but we told them to be quiet or there would be severe punishment. Both Sarah and Jenny knew what we were up to, and Alex guessed. We positioned ourselves before their feet and started to tickle their soles and toes. As they were blind folded they couldn’t see it coming and the tickling made them look very funny. They pressed their lips shut and tried to muffle the giggles that wanted to come out. Alex had never been tickled this way before and curled her toes trying to stop us from tickling them. This was our revenge for her tickling us as we had been tied to the posts on the beach, and we enjoyed ourselves as much as she had. Soon she broke out with hysterical laughter. Alex the looser pleaded not to be gagged again, but soon the bandana with the well-chewed knot was back in her mouth. We now concentrated on Sarah and Jenny. They both had much experience of being tickled so it came to a clash of titans. They bit their lips and shook with silent laughter, but after some minutes Jenny couldn’t hold it and started to laugh. She was gagged, and Sarah was released.

PH

Mon Feb 01 02:21:21 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VIII
Sarah happily helped us to reposition the two prisoners, now both gagged but without blind folds. We tied them together back to back and looped several coils of rope around them from the shoulders and down to their feet. They were lying on their sides on the floor trying to be comfortable. We tickled them a bit more, and then we left them there on a matters helplessly tied and gagged and promised to come back and untie them in the morning. They would have some interesting hours during the night, trying to get free. Very angry muffled sounds came from Alex and the look in her eyes said she would be furious when released.

We went out on the dark beach and sat in the sand and watched the stars for half an hour. Then we went back and released them. As we untied their gags and then the ropes we asked if they really believed we would have left them there all night, and Jenny said she was confident we would release them sooner. Alex wasn’t angry at all, but said this was one of the most exciting games she had played! She was a bit crossed at us for tickling her so cruelly though. She said she just couldn’t wait to get the chance to tickle us back!

PH

Mon Nov 26 21:54:16 1956

I have been reading your stories for a while. I have a personal story from my past but it is not of consentual tieing.
I was in 9th grade at a junior high (7th-9th). I was a pretty good athlete playing soccer, basketball and baseball. This was about 15 years ago when the girls sport programs were just starting. The boys would always tease the girls about how weak their sports were and the girls did not like it. We would really tease the younger grades.
One of the 8th grade girls who played basketball and was pretty good lived about a block from me. I started to really like her or what you would say is "have a crush on her". However since we were always teasing the girls she never showed any interest in me. One day she came over to me and asked if I would help her with improving her basketball skill. I jumped at the chance and told her yes. She asked me to come over to her house, where whe had a hoop set up in her backyard, on Saturday.
On Saturday I showed up at her house about 11:00. She answered the door. She had on a pair of shorts and a shirt that did not quite reach the top of her shorts.

She was very pretty and today looked even better. We went out to the backyard where she had a hoop attached to the garage. There was a driveway and a lawn nest to it but there was plenty of room to play basketball.
She (her name was Kristy) asked me if she could tape our practice so she could practice on her own. Her father had a video recorder (they were not as many around as there are now). She set it up in the yard and we played for about an hour.
She was pretty good but I gave her a couple of ideas on handling the ball and passing. She was almost as tall as I was and I gave her a couple of tips on rebounding. I was lucky that I had always had good coaches and now I felt like a coach. I also felt that this would be a good way to get to know her and she might forget about all the teasing she had taken from me.
When we finished she asked if I would like something to drink. It had been very hot that day and I said sure.

She went into the house to get the drinks and I went over and lay down on the grass. I had thrown my shirt over there while we were playing. She came back, turned off the recorder, gave me a drink and we talked.
I got up to leave, grabbed my shirt and started to pull it over my head. Suddenly I got tackled right in the middle of my back knocking the wind out of me and sending me to the ground on my stomach. The shirt was over my head and I could not see anything. As I hit the ground I felt my left arm being pulled up behind my back. I started to grab for my shirt to get it off my head but Kristy yelled leave it alone or I'll pull your arm up higher. I stopped and yelled let go. She did not let go I felt her tie something around my wrist and then pull my arm further up. "Give me your other hand." she ordered. I realized she was going to try to tie my hands. I knew I could not let this happen so I started to pull away but she pulled my arm up higher snd kept telling me to give her my other arm. The pain was getting bad so I had to give in and give her my other arm.

I felt her pull the wrists together and tighten the ropes. She was using rope like you get in balls that is spiney and digs into your skin. When she finished she took another piece and again tied it around my wrists. I felt her get up and I pulled against the ropes but when I did they just dug into my arms. I can tell you that they hurt quite a bit. Before I could get to my feet she was back and pushed me to the ground. She took a belt and pulled it tight around my chest pinning my arms tight to my body. She notched it so I could barely breathe let alone move my arms. She then took another piece of rope and bound my feet together. Again she made the ropes quite tight and they hurt a lot when I tried to move my feet.
She got up and said I will be right back. I struggled to get loose but I could barely move my hands and when I did move them the rope dug right into the skin. I was sweating trying to get loose when she returned and finally took the shirt off my head.
"Do you still think that girls are not as good athletes as boys?" was the first thing she said. I was looking up at this eighth grade girl who had just tied me up like a package. I wouldn't answer her. "Well let me see if I can get you to talk", she said. She knelt down and took off my shoes and socks. I was laying there in only my shorts and completely helpless at the hands of this girl.
She knelt down and straddled me and asked quietly "Are you ticklish?" I was extremely ticklish and just moved slightly. "Oh I guess that means you are." she laughed.
She started to lightly run her fingers over my stomach and I held back laughing wiwth everything that I had but after a couple of seconds I started to buck and laugh until I could not control myself. I was laughing but the pain of the ropes ran through me every time I moved. She started to tickle frantically all over my stomach, chest and arms and I was yelling for her to stop.
"Please, please stop. Please" I was yelling. She switched to my feet

"Beg me." she said in a very quite under control way. "Beg me." I was rolling on the ground gelpless and started yelling "I beg, I beg. Please stop. Please stop." She stopped and straddled me again looking down at my face between her knees.
"Are you sorry for all the teasing you and your friends have done?" she asked " I told her yes. I would have said anything by this time. She sat there and laughed at my predicament. She pinched my nose and played with my hair. She got up and said "OK I am going to let you go in a minute" I felt a sigh of relifas she left and did not even struggle when she was gone.
When she came back she had a camera. We should have some souveniers of the don"t you think? she said. I started to struggle again. I did not sant anybody to know about this. "Good, struggle. That makes the pictures better. She made me stand and sit and she took a whole role of pictures. She went back inside and when she came out she said I have one more surprise for you. "Remember when I turned the video camera off? Well I just put in another tape and this whole day is on tape. She came over to me, sat down beside me and took off her shoes and socks. She stood over me and plnated he foot right on my chest and lifted her arm to declare herself a winner. She rolled me over and planted her foot on my head. "This is for all the eighth grade girls."
She took the camera inside and then came back. She picked up my shoes, socks and shirt and also took them inside. She untied the ropes on my feet and took the belt off my chest.

My hands were still tied behind my back. I got to my feet. She put her arms around my neck and said "I won't show those pictures and video to anybody if you don't tease me anymore. There may be something else you will have to do though." She left it at that. "You are going to have to untie your hands and I will give you your clothes later.
When you get loose you can leave by the back gate." I didn't say anything. It took me about half an hour to get loose. I had to cut the ropes by rubbing them on a fence. I know she was watching me out of the window. I had to go home with only a pair of shorts on.
On Monday in school I was talking with a bunch of my friends when she came up and handed me my socks, shoes, shirt and a video. "Here is the video you wanted. I made a copy for you."As she handed it to me she dropped a package of pictures. I quickly picked them up and gave them back to her. She just smiled and walked away. My friends all asked what this wa all about but I came up with some phony story.
I watched the video to see how bad it was and it was worse than I thought. Begging this eighth grade girl while I was completely bound and helpless was something I never wanted anyone to see.
To end the story the "other thing that I had to do came late in the year. There was competition between the girls and the boys. There would be various games that they would compete in. She challenged me to a game of "hunch" (one-on-one basketball). Before the game she told me if I won that the video and pictures would be in school the next day. I lost and was the laughing stock of the eighth grade class.
This is a story where I could never get revenge and unlike other stories I do not have others because this was true and the only time I was ever tied up.

scott

Mon Feb 01 04:49:17 Jerusalem Standard Time 1999

can any one tell who can i gag samone really good

za

Sun Jan 31 21:02:07 EST 1999

Sweet story Scott. Haven't gotten to yours yet PH, but I'm sure it's good. Interesting storyline there Scott, luckily the boys and girls are on the same page here at my HS. (Hint...WHS is my High School :)). The only people that make fun of each other are the boys teams, because we have to share locker rooms. Football/Cross Country, that kind of stuff. Then there's the famous Football/Wrestlers (because about half the team goes over to Wrestling after the season). But oh well. :)

WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com

Mon Feb 01 05:36:10 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

WHSR-why don't you share some of your locker-room stories with us? I guess you've had plenty!

PH

Sat Jan 30 22:19:24 PST 1999

My first tie up games were because of cop and robbers, escape artiest shows. All though we never played cops and robbers and tie some one up, as far as I remember. All of our tie-up games were on Saturday. Mainly conceits of who could tie each other up best and who could get out. there were usually eight of us kids that would gather in my living room and tie each other up and mom would watch to make sure we did not hurt someone.
These games started when I was about six years of age. It continued until fourteen years of age.

I am now 24, my name is George, my sister Jan is 19. On Friday night after work about 6:00 PM I stopped at my parents home to see them. What I found was Jan tied and gagged to a chair in kitchen. There was no one around that I could see but sound of the TV was on in the basement play room. I ungaged her and asked her what hell was going on. It turned out the to be the kids she was baby sitting for the week end, boys had been tying up each other all after noon. After a half a dozen times, John who is 12 and Fred who is15 . They asked Jan if they could tie her up. To Jan it look like they could not tie a shoelace that would hold. It was a set up to get her tied up.

george

Sat Jan 30 22:59:05 PST 1999

I left her tied up and hollered at the boys to get their ass up here from game room and
chewed them out for leaving Jan not only tied up but gagged with no one there encase of problems. I explained to them what could have happened if Jan would have tossed her cookies and could not get vomit out of her mouth because of her gag and aspirated it into her lungs instead. How it could kill her. I also told them about problems relating to ropes that are to tight and lack of circulation and nerve damage. I also explained to them how when you tie someone up with consent it is a game but if the person that is tied up changes their mind and with draws their consent how it becomes a crime. That they could end up in juvenile detention. The kids did not know what they could be charged with so I gave them a list of what they could be charge with: False imprisonment, kidnapping, depending on factors sexual misconduct, depending on age of the person criminal endangering of a minor. Then I asked them if they had a scissors to cut the rope and release her if there was emergence and she need to be released in a hurry.

george

Sat Jan 30 23:00:33 PST 1999

I found this web site because the15 year old. He tried to use the stories posted here as an excuse for leaving Jan alone tied to that chair. I went and looked he was right. I looked at some of the stories. Most of the kids that were tied/gagged were left alone at least the ones I looked at. The kids that did the tying should been charged with criminal endangerment of child. Why did not the authors either change the stories a little or
acknowledge the fact that they made mistake and should state they should have never left someone tied up alone especial gagged.

george

Mon Feb 01 21:47:30 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

George,

I just read your post. Firstly I'd like to acknowledge your concerns. It is true that bondage, as such can be an inherently hazardous activity. Too tight ropes, gags etecera can certainly lead to permanent damage, even death in extreme cases. Leaving somebody tied up and gagged alone is not safe for the above reasons and I fully agree with your opinion that you should never leave somebody bound and gagged alone for any length of time, preferably not at all.

However, it is also true that most budding young bondage enthusiasts would have been unaware of these issues when they were busy tying up their cousins, siblings. friends etecera.

I am absolutely certain that now those people are older, they would be quite aware of those issues but simply feel no reason to bring up that what they did was 'wrong' when writing their stories and posting them. I don't think they are trying to encourage others to do the same thing - rather they are adults recounting childhood experiences.

Nonetheless, it is a legitimate issue and one that you were right to bring up particularly what happened.

George, please feel free to drop me a line if you want to chat further on this subject.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Mon Feb 1 09:24:18 EST 1999

Actually PH, nothing happens in the WHS locker room. Nothing more than wedgies of course. If anything did happen, you know I'd share.

WHSRocket

Mon Feb 1 09:26:18 EST 1999

George, just read your post. I too understand your concerns, and as a teenager also I might be able to address your concerns a little better. Mason was correct that the stories on this site were also in the past, when the authors were young. If you would put yourself in the shoes of these authors when they were young, you may understand. When you were a young kid, I'm sure you did some stuff that could have been dangerous. But in all the cases I know of, the kids don't think of the danger. I know I was pushed off a small hill nearly into a briar patch as a child, but I didn't care all that much, because it was all in the name of fun.

The fact that the 15-year old used this site as an excuse for their tying up of Jan is amazing. If you look closely at most of the stories, I'm pretty sure about this, the tied was not left alone in most cases, though I could be wrong about this. The part that amazes the most about the 15-year olds excuse was that he used this site. The purpose of this site is for the authors to share stories, in no way shape or form suggest to "newbies" what to do. I know I come to this site (and I could be considered a "newbie") purely for the enjoyment of reading the stories. I have never come to this site to find suggestions on how to tie someone in the future. I know that if I ever get a chance to tie-up someone, be it my girlfriend or whoever, I will likely not gag them (and stay with them the whole time) so 1. there is no danger of whatever you listed (can't remember) and 2. So they can tell me to untie them if they want me to.

WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com

Mon Feb 1 09:48:41 EST 1999

(HOPE THIS IS APPRECIATED)

In the end, let me summarize this discussion. I ask that you not blame the authors for the 15-year old's actions. What happened in their stories, is in the past. The reason they did not modify their stories is because they are telling a true story, and modifying it would take away from the story. I would guess that no author (or reader) here ever thought something would happen like what happened to Jan, and that this site would be used as an excuse. I DO ASK that you look at this occurrence just as poor judgement by the teenager. He received a bad output from this site, and also, even though he is 15, I know I wouldn't think of the stuff you mentioned to him and his brother. I ALSO ASK that you not use this occurrence as a reason to push for censoring of the Internet, as that is a hot Debate as of this time. Like I said, this was poor judgement by the teenager, and I believe that if he had known what you had told him, he would not have done all of what he did.

Finally, I thank you for posting your story. It has brought new knowledge into my life. And if you would like to continue this discussion over e-mail, please use the link below.

WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com

Mon Feb 01 23:04:51 1999

Hi, I like this page very much and I'm looking for more stories. Does anybody know a site with another type of stories: still harmless, childhood/teenhood stuff, but
where a boy is overpowered by a girl and tied up and gagged partly against his will
(Big sister calming down her anoying little brother, "unusual" babysitter,...)
I'd be glad to get some hints, bye

O.M

Mon Feb 1 17:05:46 CST 1999

O.M., unless I'm mistaken you're asking if anyone knows of a site where childhood/teenhood stories about girls tying boys can be found. This is such a site.

Dorren

Tue Feb 02 01:29:39 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

A note to George:

Your comment on the danger of leaving a person alone when bound and gagged was well put, and anyone engaging in these activities should concider this.

It is, however, as both Mason and WHSRocket says, the stories told here are about teenagers and kids. The stories I tell took place twenty years ago, and the only input and ideas we had then, were from detective magasines and the odd TV-show.

I know for sure I never thought it to be dangerous to be tied up. As much as I enjoyed tying my friends up, I liked the excitement of being tied up myself (and still do). We never did anything to a friend that we wouldn't be prepared to experience ourselves.

As to the matter of leaving someone tied up and gagged alone, sure we did that, but as said before, we were kids and never thought it to be dangerous. If anything posted on this site can inspire kids of today to play "dangerous" tie up games, I'm the first to apologize. It was good of you, George, to bring the matter to attention, but take the stories for what they are:
Fond memories of the childhood games we played.

PH

Mon Feb 1 21:51:35 EST 1999

I want you all to know I really think this site is so great. I just found it this week and I love all the stories. I have read them all already. I am sorry I don't have anything I can contribute thou. I wish I did. I have love tie-up games as long as I can remember. I would tie up my 2 sisters when ever I got the chance but althought they didn't mind they never seemed to get into it. I even tried to get them to tie me up but they never really wanted to so they didn't try very much. And I could never seem to get any of the other kids in my neighborhood to want to play ether. So I just never really got the chance to know all the wounderful feelings some of you had growing up. I guess I just grew up in the wrong part of Mich. So for now I guess I'll just have to enjoy your stories. Sorry.

Rick

Tue Feb 02 02:56:08 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

George,
There really isn't anything I could add that Mason, WHSRocket and PH haven't already said regarding your post. However, I absolutely do agree with you that bound people should never be left alone at any time during a bondage game. While we practiced some safety measures in our bondage games (thanks in large part to my cousin Donna's original ground rules), clearly we did leave the "captive" alone for a certain amount of time in our games.
In retrospect, this was wrong. Despite our precaution, we clearly didn't cover all the bases. But these stories took place more than twenty years ago, when we were just kids who didn't know any better then. When I post these stories now, I always strive to recreate the excitment we felt in playing these games--just like how the other posters do on this board.
But I would like to stress that we didn't suffer any injuries thanks to what precautions we took, along with "safe and sane" play, and plain dumb luck, as well. I haven't played any bondage games in years, and in no way do I encourage anybody to play them now. Like my fellow posters, I merely post my stories here to share with everyone some fond memories from my childhood and teenhood.
Doug

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Tue Feb 02 10:00:43 Westeuropäische Normalzeit 1999

Hi,

I am back. I guess you can say I experienced a different kind of bondage last month. I have been 'tied' to a hospital bed for three weeks. Snowboarding can be rather dangerous. Hope to chat to all soon.

I'll be back in a few days.

Greetings

Jonah
jonah@anon.nymserver.com

Tue Feb 02 17:00:53 1999

Well sorry to disappoint you mason but i think i'm coming down with the flu so I won't be able to post my story for about a week or so. So you'll
just have to make due with my story i posted in december until i can make it back. :(

Goku

Tue Feb 02 18:45:24 1999

I think that anybody who has ever had a kid brother bug them until they're ready to scream will be able to relate to this story. It took place last summer and no it wasn't my brother who got on the wrong side of us girl's, but my best friend Sharon's. We spent a lot of time over there (when we weren't chasing boy's) because her parent's house is right on the beach. The only down side was her younger brother Todd and his friends. Now granted I understand the T&A aspects of hanging around a group of scantily clad girls at the beach, but why did they insist on being such a pain. So many day's it would have been so nice to just relax in the sun but if Todd was there his friends would soon be over and the whole day would be ruined. We all agreed that something had to be done. One night we decided to come up with some way to 1) spend a relaxing day in the sun and 2) Punish Todd for having ruined too many of our day's already. Since we've all read stories here we agreed that a great way to get Todd out of the picture for good would be to tie him up and keep him in his room. There was just a few problems with that idea. First, none of us had ever really tied anyone up before.With some practice we could probably restrain him for an hour tops, but we couldn't come up with anything he wouldn't be able to get out of sooner or later. Another problem was how to get him tied-up in the first place. He was a little too old to agree to playing kidnaping games and if we botched up over-powering him we'd never get a second chance. Than Kara came up with the best idea ever. It was absolutely the most perfect, wicked plan that would insure a hassle free day.
First, here's some background. Sharon's dad had hired a crew to install a light pole on the beach. This was no small thing but a big lamp mounted on a full size telephone pole so that thier whole beach area could be illuminated for night party's. But after they had dug the hole Sharon's dad changed his mind about where he wanted it, so they dug

Kelly

Tue Feb 02 18:46:37 1999

Sharon's dad changed his mind about where he wanted it, so they dug a second hole further away. This left this narrow deep pit in the middle of everything. Sharon's parent's had gone out of town for the week and her father had ordered Todd to fill it in before they got back. Even though Sharon reminded him of his job every day, we knew Todd would wait until the very last minute to do it. The three of us walked out to the beach right than and checked it out. We all agreed that it was indeed perfect. The first problem was solved. The next morning we would tie Todd up as best as we could and than bring him out onto the beach, where we would bury him up to his neck in the sand!! He would be completely helpless and at our mercy. The perfect opportunity. We could hardly wait. We started that night collecting all the rope we could get our hands on. We even practiced on each other to find out who was the best tie-ee (or is it tie-er?). I even came up with an idea for our second problem.
The next morning we met over at Sharon's house and Todd was there being just as obnoxious as always. At my prodding Sharon asked Todd when he was planning on filling in the hole. His answer was pretty predictable. "Oh, my back hurt's too much. I don't want to hurt it anymore than it does now." That's when I dropped my bomb. "How about if I massage it for you?" Todd jaw dropped and he looked at me like I was from Mars or something. "No seriously, My mom's a physical therapist. I could probably fix it for you. " I'd have to believe that the thought of a girl in a scimpy bikini massaging his back first thing in the morning drained Todd's brain of any thought process. I walked up behind him and started to massage his neck.

Kelly

Tue Feb 02 18:49:52 1999

"Why you'll be filling up that hole in no time." I smiled at the other two girls as they walked out of the room." Oh, he was going to be filling up that hole alright. "What are you doing this for" he asked suspiciously. "Hey, I just want to help you. You know this would work alot better if you lay down on the floor." I guided Todd to a clear spot on the floor and he lay down on his stomach, resting his head on his arm's. I sat down on his back and started to rub his neck and shoulders. Over my shoulder I saw Sharon and Kara sneak back into the room, this time with all of the ropes we had collected in their hands. "You know Todd, I could really loosen up those neck muscles better if you put your arm's down by you're sides." I got up enough for him to do as I had instructed and than I sat back down, only this time a little higher on his back. Now I had his arms trapped to his sides by my leg's. Even though we were about the same height, he had absolutly no leverage at all to get up. Now Sharon and Kara walked up to Todd and squatting down Sharon pinched Todd's cheek. "We got you now Toddy." Todd lifted his head as far as he could, "What are you talking about?, Kelly get off me, I can't move." "Exactly, we're going to tie you up so that we can spent one day without you bugging us. What do you think about that." Kara patted his cheek as he squirmed beneath me. Now both girl's moved behind me to tie his wrists. "We'll give you one chance. If you agree to leave us alone, you have to leave the property, and not come back until after five, we'll let you go right now, otherwise you'll belong to us all afternoon." I looked at Sharon like she was crazy. This brat couldn't be trusted. We'd never have a chance like this again. Luckily Todd just started laughing. "Are you nuts? You can't even tie the boat to the dock without dad helping you, and I doubt these other two bimbos are any better at it."

Kelly

Tue Feb 02 18:51:44 1999

Sharon gave him one last chance. "Are you sure?" "Go ahead," Todd answered "Give it your best shot. I'll be free in ten minutes." "OK, You asked for it." Kara sat down on his leg's and held his wrists so Sharon could tie them together, just as we had practiced. Meanwhile I tied a scarf around Todd's eyes, blindfolding him. We stood him up and tied his arms his body, once above his elbow's and once below. He didn't struggle too much. Maybe he thought some weird sex thing was going to happen. He couldn't have been more wrong.
We marched him out to the beach. He was still laughing and asked if we were going to stake him out on the sand. We sat him down near the hole and tied his ankles together, and than once below his knee's and once above. " Let me know when you're done." he taunted. We half sat him up and swung him around until his feet dropped into the hole. That's when he became strangely quiet. Here was a kid who knew exactly what was in store him and had no idea how to prevent it or get out of it. He uttered a few desperate comments on how we were supposed to wait or something but all it took was a quick hard shove and he plopped right into the hole. He might have fallen except the hole was narrow enough to keep him from falling over. "Oh oh Todd, You're ten minute's are up. Too bad." We started pushing the sand back into the hole as Todd started to complain that we were being unfair. "Now stand up straight and tall." He soon found out that no sand would get into his mouth if he kept it closed.

Kelly

Tue Feb 02 18:53:33 1999

When we were finished we patted the sand down around his neck and removed the blindfold. He looked sooo cute! Kara knelt in front of him and waved a roll of duct tape in one hand and several pair of panty's in the other, threatening to gag him if he so much as let out a whimper. We laid out our towel's and oiled ourselves up with suntan lotion. It was just a perfect day. Beautiful sunshine. Peace and quiet.
When we had lunch we just ignored him. "Hey, I have to eat too. Give me some of that." I put my leg out and told him he'd have to kiss my foot first but he just made a face and said something I can't print here. If I wanted to I could have made him pay dearly for that but I had only been teasing him. We fed him some chip's and used a straw so that he could drink some soda.
Even though it was a private beach some people walked by and got a real kick out of Todd's predicament. A couple of women who looked to be in their thirty's even took pictures of us. One of them asked us how much we'd charge to put her ex-husband in the same situation. Everybody laughed but Todd. Later in the afternoon Kara got sort of bored and started to tickle Todd's face with a seagull feather she had found, just to annoy him. Todd knew better than to complain. I kept telling her to stop, it was too cruel, but she just ignored me. Sharon didn't say anything but just had the biggest smile on her face the whole time as she sat there sunning herself. Kara must have played with him for an hour. Only once Todd snapped "Will you just cut it out." he yelled at her. "What did you say to me?" Kara came right up on her knee's and with one fist on her hip and the other wagging a finger in Todd's face lectured him about how annoying he had been all summer. "You have nobody to blame but

Kelly

Tue Feb 02 18:58:55 1999

yourself for this Todd, you're lucky we're being as kind to you as we are." Than we saw Todd's friends off in the distance, coming closer. Kara had the panty's in and Todd's mouth taped shut before he even knew what was happening. We tried to hide his head behind a heap of towel's and the radio but it was no good. Than I spotted the empty sand pail lying nearby.
We tried to get rid of Todd's friend's as soon as possible but they just wouldn't leave. We kept telling them we didn't know where he was but they wouldn't believe us. I looked down and saw the upside down pail wiggling in the sand so I just put my foot on it and pressed down a little. Sharon looked at me with this incredible look on her face and we both cracked up laughing. Finally his friends left and we removed the pail from Todd's head but we decided to keep him gagged, just in case his friend's were still in earshot. It seemed unfair because he had been such a good boy all day. As it was, at the end of the day we called his friend's back and told them where they could find him. They must have spent close to two hour's digging him out. We had a party to go to that night so we couldn't help, but did we ever have a great time telling everybody our great revenge story.

Kelly

Tue Feb 2 17:33:21 CST 1999

I Would Probably Pass Out - Part 1

This story occurred when I was attending a local junior college. I was in a history class and we had a paper coming up on
some subject I can't remember. The professor told us to break into study groups and work on it after class. My group
consisted of three people; myself, male age nineteen and two females. One was my age, I'll call her Cindy. Cindy was about
5' 2" with curly brown hair that went to her shoulders. She was an attractive girl with a pretty face and a nice figure.
The other female, I'll call her Julie, was twenty-four and married. She was by far the best looking girl in the class.
She was 5' 5" with neck-length blonde hair and a body that included some very outstanding features, if you know what I mean.

Julie lived very near the school in a small house with her husband, they had no children at that time. We decided to go to
Julie's house after school and work on the paper. When we arrived, we sat at the kitchen table and started working. After
a while, I noticed a green, scary, Halloween mask that Julie had brought back from school. She had used it in another class
for something. I made some remark about it and she said, "I guess I shouldn't leave it laying around. It would be just my
luck some guy would break in here and use it to scare me."

I asked, "What would you do if you came around the corner and saw some guy standing there in that mask."

"I would probably pass out! Then I would most likely wake up tied somewhere."

"Sounds like you've had experience with that."

"What, passing out?"

"No, being tied somewhere."

"Ha ha, no, can't say that I have. Besides, I think I could get loose anyway."

"Oh really." I said, seeing an opportunity. "I bet you couldn't get loose if I tied you up!"

"I bet I could!"

"You wanna put that to the test? I'll bet you one home cooked meal from you to a weeks worth of purchased lunches from me
that I could tie you up, using stuff I find in this house right now, and

psi

Tue Feb 2 17:55:35 CST 1999

I Would Probably Pass Out - Part 2

"You wanna put that to the test? I'll bet you one home cooked meal from you to a weeks worth of purchased lunches from me
that I could tie you up, using stuff I find in this house right now, and you couldn't get loose in an hour."

Julie thought a minute and said, "You're on!"

Cindy had just been sitting there through all of this. She finally spoke up and said, "You're not really going to tie her up
are you?" I said sure and Julie said she wanted a week's worth of lunches.

I decided to be set the scene, and put things as much in my favor as possible, and said, "Okay, just to be clear. You've come
into the living room, seen me in this mask and passed out, right?"

"Right"

"That means I have free run of the house to look for stuff to tie you with and you don't resist at all while I'm tying.
Right?"

Julie kind of hesitated, the said, "Right...I think."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you or anything. Besides, Cindy will be here as a sort of Ref, okay?"

"Okay."

I told them to wait in the living room while I went looking for binding materials. I could hear them talking with stuff like
'I don't believe you're doing this' and 'me either'. I went into the bathroom and spotted two bathrobes with long sashes.
One was like a fluffy towel and the other satin. I picked up the sashes and a couple of wash clothes for a gag -- we hadn't
discussed that but I thought I could work it in. I then went into their bedroom and looked through the closet. I found
another nice cloth sash and a fine collection of scarves. I gathered all of this up and put it in a pillowcase I took from
the bed.

I decided to check the garage for rope, etc. I walked through the living room where the two ladies were waiting on the couch
and said, "I'm almost ready. I hope you are when I come back in here." They both looked at me and Julie said, "I'm ready for
anything you got pal!" I went out in the garage and found a new roll of cotton clothesline sitting on

psi

Tue Feb 2 17:57:43 CST 1999

I Would Probably Pass Out - Part 3

I went out in the garage and found a new roll of cotton clothesline sitting on a workbench. I found
out later that it was for tying down stuff in her husband's truck.

Walking back into the house, I said, "Okay, if you're passed out lay down on the floor." Julie walked to the middle of the
room, put her hand on her forehead and fell down while saying, "Ooohhh!" I loved that part! Using the satin sash, I pulled
her hands behind her and tied them tightly. I then sat her up and looped the remaining long ends through her belt loops and
tied a good knot in front of her, securing her hands to her waist. BTW, she was wearing blue jeans and a white short sleeved
top that buttoned up the front. She remarked how I was doing a good job and I told her to be quiet, she was still passed
out. She said, "Oh yeah" and dropped her head. I took the towel type sash and looped around her chest just under her
outstanding features. This brought a slight protest from the Ref who just said, "Watch it." I looped the sash around her
biceps and pulled her arms tight to her sides before knotting it off in the back. I used a scarf to bind her ankle and
another to tie her legs just above the knees. The Ref remarked how nice my work was.

I decided it was time to try the gag. Without saying anything, I pulled out a washcloth and folded it into a tight ball.
I took another scarf and tied a knot in the middle. Julie still had her eyes close when I lifted her head and tried to
insert the cloth. She opened her eyes and said, "Hey that wasn't in the deal." I explained that an intruder would want to
keep her quiet. She still wasn't too keen but agreed to defer to the Ref. The Ref said, "I have to agree with him. Besides,
if you're passed out, you can't stop him anyway." I think the Ref was enjoying this almost as much as me. Anyway, Julie
said okay but that she wouldn't help me by opening up since she was unconscious. So I had to force the gag in, which wasn't
too

psi

Tue Feb 2 17:59:11 CST 1999

I Would Probably Pass Out - Part 4

So I had to force the gag in, which wasn't too tough really, and tie it off with the scarf.

I then used the other wash cloth and another scarf as a blindfold, explaining that an intruder would want to take the mask
off but not let himself be seen. As a final touch, I used part of the clothesline to cinch her ankles up to her wrists in
a nice hog tie. I then put Julie on her side in the floor and sat down next to Cindy.

The Ref and I agreed on the time and told Julie to wake up, she had one hour to get free. She started shaking and pulling,
which made for some very nice jiggling, but seemed to make little progress. Cindy asked what we should do now. I explained
that at least one of us needed to watch her at all times to be safe, but other than that whatever. She suggested we find
some cards or a game to play. I playfully asked Julie if she had any which only brought some groans. Cindy found some cards
in the kitchen and we proceeded to play gin rummy for an hour.

During that time, Julie only managed to get the blindfold off by scraping it on the floor. This led to some nasty glares
for the last half-hour of her captivity. After forty-five minutes of wriggling and resting, she also had worked the top of
her shirt open, thus creating a nice, but embarrassing view. The Ref and I agreed that was just part of the game. Besides,
it would probably be worse for me to work those buttons back together than to see her. Remember the shirt was pulled very
tight by the sash. As a result, Julie was red-faced for the last fifteen minutes too.

psi

Tue Feb 2 18:00:25 CST 1999

I Would Probably Pass Out - Part 5

When the hour was up, the Ref stood up and called, "Time!" which produced visible relief in Julie. I walked over to untie
her and decided to leave the gag for last so I could defer the tongue lashing as long as possible. I started with the hogtie
rope, then the ankles and proceeded up. The last thing I released was the chest tie. Julie buttoned up her shirt before
removing the gag and sat down on the couch. All she said was, "I don't believe it. When do you want your meal?" I said we
could talk about that later. It was getting late, so Cindy and I left. I didn't want to stay anyway, in case her husband got
upset or anything.

To wind up the story, Julie made me a nice meal the next week. I ate with her, her husband and Cindy. We laughed and joked
about the situation and that was that. I don't know if Julie was ever tied up again, or Cindy for that matter, but I know
she was at least once in her life!

psi

Tue Feb 2 21:11:21 EST 1999

Well im just back from Boston where my cousins live. I had a very weird tie up experience there. I have my aunt and uncle and their three girls who are 13,11, and 10. It was just me and them cause my parents let me go myself for the weekend. My aunt and uncle went out on the friday night and i was left to do a liile babysitting. After they left i let the girls do what they wanted. I guess im not a great babysitter. My uncle had just bought this house for 1.5 million dollars so it was huge and i didnt see where the girls went. I was watching a show on the TV and suddenly i had a sheet thrown over me. They said that they had captured me and i had to do what they said. Well i agreed and they led me upstairs to the oldest girls room. They sat me on a desk chair and tied my feet to the legs using cotton rope. Then they tied my wrists behind my back and tied my body to the chair. Since i said they didnt do a good job but they thought they did, they told me i talked to much and shoved a sock in my mouth and put COUPLE STRIPS Of duck tape over it. Well They felt succesful and left the room. I tested the ropes and realized it would be easy to escape. i waited abot 10 minutes to fool the girls and to make it seem that i was really tied up. I then heard all 3 of them talking to their mother outside the girls room and actually tried to get out. My aunt walked in and said girls what did you do. They said, that i wanted to be tied up. i was about to object to that but i realized my aunt coming over to untie me. So she started untying my wrists or so i thought until i feel them tighten instead. i try to turn around in horror but she already tied my knees and torso to the chair much more tightly then the drooping work of the girls. Then she ties my ankles extremely tight to the posts of the chair. She wrippe the pieces of duck tape off one by one and asked me if i wanted the girls to actually tie me up but when i was about to answer she stuffs a satin scarf in my mouth and an

Wed Feb 3 16:36:31 EST 1999

To resume my story my aunt had stuffed a scarf in my mouth and taped it in with a couple pieces of duck tape. She then put a pillow behind my head and a blanket over me and said sleep tight!! i tested the ropes and they were really well tied. I wasnt going to escape. About 20 minutes later my aunt and the girls came back into the room and untied me.

E247

Wed Feb 03 16:35:13 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Jonah,

I was sorry to hear of your accident - yes snowboarding can be dangerous like you said.... all "tied up" in bed with nowhere to go - not my idea of fun. Surfing waves is less dangerous - now just to watch out for Mr 'Jaws'.... we get them down here. Big ones at that.... Hope to meet you in the chat soon.

Kelly and psi, great stories! Thanks for posting them.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Ross, your story did not follow my guidelines. It has been moved to the off topic page. Canuck

Ross

Wed Feb 03 14:14:28 1999

I just have one comment (besides "Cool stories") I have seen the term "hand gag" used several times..and I think that it's really corny and lame.
"I clamped my hand over her mouth". Fine.
"I applied a HAND GAG"..crud. Seems more like the person didn't feeel like typin' a whole lot.
I hope whatever MORON who invented this term is now trapped in his own little corner of Hell, along with the guy who invented Pogs and whoever decided to cast Nickolas Cage in the next Superman flick.....Blasted Humans.....

But, I've said too much....well, that's my rant. Soon, I may post....

Zorro

Wed Feb 3 15:16:18 CST 1999

When we last left Bobby's mom, JMike and Bobby had her spread out and tied to the four corners of her bed wearing a skirt, blouse and stockings and seemingly still asleep.

What happend after that?

psi

Wed Feb 3 13:48:10 PST 1999

I have not been here for a couple of days and this might be late but George's comments are well taken. We seemed to know as kids and teenagers that leaving someone alone bound and gagged was not a great idea and tried to have someone around--but did not always remember.We were kids and like all kids did dumb things.
Ross's story was not only way over the line but for various reasons I have problems believing it. Something like that would be so traumatic for most people you would not go around posting it on the net for people to see. I wonder if Ross bothered to read the guidelines before posting...

Dudalb

Thu Feb 04 01:13:55 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Hey, I just realized something: this web site is now a year old! Happy First Anniversary, Canuck! And thanks once again for giving us a forum where we can express ourselves! Congratulations to all the posters and readers alike for making this place so enjoyable.
Doug

Doug
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Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Jeudi 4 Février 1999 22h36 EST

Doug, you're right, my page is one year old!

I'd like to thank you, and all the other posters and readers, for making my forum such a great place.

Oh, once again, I had to move a story to the off topic page. For those who are interested to see what I do not want to see on this page, take a look. New posters: please read the small print at the top of the page before posting a story.

Canuck
canuck100@hotmail.com

Fri Feb 05 15:06:25 1999

Ross......I remember that case....of that home invasion. It's usual for victoms to suffer mental distress....you're taking this crime too lightly.
As for those two burglers.....I "took care" of them....believe it or not; it's moot. Just be grateful....I lost people I loved during a home invasion.

?

Fri Feb 05 16:52:26 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hello again folks. Again I'd like to express my gratitude to all you writers. Your stories are all pretty cool, but I especially like hearing from the girls. I get all warm and squishy inside when they talk about how they were helplessly bound and gagged.

This is basically an ongoing story. It concerns a girlfriend I had in my late teenage years. Dianne just loved it when I tied her up. During my last story, I told you about how her older sister and her two friends caught us playing a kidnap name in her living room. Dianne was pretty embarrassed about it, so she pretty well had put a stop to the tie-ups because she didn't want to get caught and didn't feel safe.

One Friday morning Dianne, her friend Liz and I were sitting in Dianne's living room discussing a party that we going to be going to the next night at Liz's boyfriends. None of us were of legal age so we were discussing how we could get some beer or liquor.

Dianne's sister Marlene came out of the kitchen and sat down in the living room with us. She was in her early twenty's and very good looking. She was wearing a short cotton nightgown that really showed off her beautiful body. Being a jazz dancer, she was well toned, with strong beautiful legs, a firm butt and a great chest.

Villan

Fri Feb 05 16:53:20 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Marlene crossed her perfect legs and swung her bare feet back and forth while she drank her tea. She had overheard us talking and informed us that there was no way that she'd buy us any booze. She sipped at her tea and told us that we were much to young and young kids like us usually act like total jerks when we're drunk. She taunted us and said that drugs and booze account for most teen pregnancies and as she winked at me she continued to say that she didn't want her baby sister being seduced by somebody as cute as me.

Dianne and Marlene started to argue playfully about who would be the easiest to be seduced. It was all in good fun and both Liz and I were chuckling pretty good. Finally Dianne called her something really good and rude, Marlene laughed and grabbed her saying that she'd pay big time for that comment.

The two sisters started wrestling and actually ended up on the floor. I was surprised (and aroused) to see Dianne get the advantage. She was on top of Marlene and was attempting to pin her. Both girls were laughing and I was getting one hell of a show. I had a great view of Marlene's pink bikini panties as she attempted to swing her legs across Dianne's waist. Once she managed that, she easily reversed the situation and ended up on top of her, pinning her down.

Fri Feb 05 16:54:03 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Marlene started laughing as Dianne grunted and struggled to free herself. She told her to apologize or she was going to be real sorry. When Dianne refused, Marlene looked at me and told me to get the rope and a gag.

Dianne started to shout at me to stop, but Marlene clamped a hand over her mouth, so I was off to Dianne's room to retrieve our bondage gear. When I returned, I saw that Marlene had managed to roll Dianne over onto her stomach. She still kept her hand gagged as she was lying heavily upon her. "Give me the rope so we can tie her up" she sad excitedly.

I threw over a length, and she let go of her mouth then pulled Dianne's arms tightly behind her. Dianne demanded that Marlene stop. She also looked at me and said in a real serious voice that I had better get her off her. Liz also said to both Marlene and I that she didn't think that we should tie her up. Marlene just laughed and told us that Dianne was going to pay. Liz and I looked at each and knew right away that we'd better stop her, so we both pulled her off.

Marlene was still laughing when she told us that we weren't any fun and she joked that anybody who talked as much as Dianne should be kept gagged. She told us that we should all grab her and tie her right up. Dianne picked up the rope that was on the floor and smiled at Marlene. She then looked at Liz and said that maybe Marlene should be tied up.

Fri Feb 05 16:54:33 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Marlene's eyes widened right up and she shook her head as said that we wouldn't dare. Dianne lunged at her, but Marlene moved out of the way and backed right into me. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her against me not wanting to hurt her. She tilted her head back and gave me a sexy pleading look, then asked me to help her. Before I could say anything, both Dianne and Liz had grabbed her and forced her to the floor.

Marlene was much stronger than the two of them, so she was able to put on a good fight but before to long, the two girls managed to pin her. I could tell that Liz was really getting into it, because she was grinning from ear to ear. She told Dianne to hold her tight because she was going to tie her feet.

This was one of the most exciting things I'd ever witnessed. Marlene and Dianne wrestling around was pretty cool also, but this was great. Marlene was starting to look scared and I guess that's what was really turning me on. She was attempting to kick her legs but Liz straddled them and began tying them together just above the ankles. When Marlene tried to scream, Dianne covered her mouth. Dianne then told Liz to hurry because Marlene was almost getting loose, she let go of her mouth and used both arms to hold her down.

Fri Feb 05 16:55:05 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Marlene started screaming as Liz finished tying her ankles, the two girls were able to roll Marlene over onto her stomach and force her arms behind her back. Dianne held her wrists together while Liz unraveled the rope then tied them together. When they were finished they both stood up and laughed at Marlene who was just starting to try and work herself free. Marlene glared at them as she attempted to pull her wrists apart. "You'd better let me go right this instant" she told them angrily. When the girls just laughed, she looked at me and said that if I knew what was good for me I'd better let her go.

Before I could respond, Dianne said, "he does know what's good for him, me" she then laughed and continued to say that that is why I wasn't going to let her go. I was too excited for anything, here was this gorgeous woman bound hand and foot dressed very skimpily, and struggling around in front of me, acting very pissed off. I watched eagerly as Liz picked up the same terry cloth that I had used on Dianne before, kneel down by Marlene's head and gag her.

I asked the girls what they were going to do now that they had her all tied up, and Liz laughed hysterically while telling us about her great idea. Dianne was going to borrow Marlene's birth certificate, and they would be able to buy our booze for the party the following night.

This statement really upset Marlene. She started ummphing and struggling and tried to kick Dianne as she started going through her purse. Marlene had managed to sit herself up, and crawl over to where Dianne was, but once Dianne found the certificate she put the purse down on the floor, stuck the certificate in her face, laughed and walked away telling Liz and I that we should get going.

Villan

Fri Feb 05 16:55:55 Eastern Standard Time 1999

If Marlene weren't already tied, she would have been fit to be. She was extremely pissed off. She tried to scream at us but Liz had tied the gag really tight. I felt kind of concerned (as well as excited) about how Marlene was acting. I told the girls that somebody should stay with her in case something happened.

Dianne agreed and fortunately volunteered me, because Liz had the car and Dianne the identification. With agreeing to that, they left. I sat on the living room chair and stared at Marlene as she attempted to work herself free. She looked absolutely delicious struggling on the floor wiggling, squirming and of course, mmmffing.

I asked her if she'd like me to help her sit on the couch, and she nodded yes. I got down on my knees and slid my right arm underneath her knees right by her thighs and placed my left arm around the small of her back. I then stood up lifting her, then carried her over to the couch and placed her down. She adjusted her position so she was sitting properly. She watched my every move as I walked back over to the easy chair.

We just sat there and looked at each other. I was scared that she'd realize that I was severely turned on. I asked if she would scream if I took off her gag, and when she shook her head no, I walked over and pulled it out of her mouth, over her chin and left it tied loosely around her neck. Before she said anything, she moved her jaw around a few times then she asked me why I liked tying up girls so much.

Fri Feb 05 16:56:39 Eastern Standard Time 1999

I was flabbergasted. I didn't know what to say, so I blushed really noticeably and blurted out that it was Liz and Dianne and not I. As she laughed at me I continued that I wanted to stay back so I could help her escape. I then sat down beside her and reached out to untie her wrists.

She just smiled at me and said I could leave her tied up if I wanted, because she thought this was kind of fun and exciting, having such a cute kidnapper and all. Just as she said this she leaned over towards and fell into my lap, looked up and smiled. She twisted a little, grinned and said, "You are enjoying this aren't you"?

As I helped her back up, she continued to taunt me. She called her sweet little pervert and asked me if I was going to gag her before the girls got back. After telling her that I wasn't sure, she said that I should because she knew how much I liked it.

She told me to go to the linen closet and get a facecloth to shove into her mouth because she could probably spit out the gag that Liz used. I quickly obeyed her, and when I returned with it, she asked me not to tell any of her friends about this, to which I strongly agreed. I then rolled up the facecloth, shoved it deep into her mouth, then replaced the terry cloth, ensuring it was good and tight.

Once she was securely gagged she started to pretend to plead with me to release her. She moved he body every way possible to try and show me how helpless she was. Finally she helped herself onto the floor, laid there, struggled and moaned for approximately ten minutes until Dianne and Liz returned.

Fri Feb 05 16:57:09 Eastern Standard Time 1999

When they came into the house I released Marlene, pulling off her gag then untying her. She told Dianne that if she ever did that again to her there would be more trouble than she'd ever be able to handle. She then snuck me a wink and a smile and went down the hall to her room.

Liz and Dianne started to tell me how great of a plan they just pulled off, but I cut them off and told them that we should keep this to ourselves. Fortunately, they had already decided to. That's when I realized that I might have another chance with Marlene.

Stay tuned to find out.

Villan

Sat Feb 06 16:33:45 1999

yeah, I wanna know the same thing O.M. was looking for. there should be more sites where woman tie men.

Untitled

To those that want to see sites with women tying men...

The fact of the matter is that the majority of women do not seem to be open about their tying-up expiriences, and that if they were, they would likely not attempt to find websites to put these occurances.

WHSRocket

Sun Feb 7 02:30:24 EST 1999

Hi folks. I made a new site for us to post our bondage experiances. Also I've read so many of these posts and noticed a lot of you have pictures. If you want to share these pictures on this site you can send them to me. if not that's fine. I just hope to include a few "G" rated bondage pictures on my site for folks. Pictures must be of people tied up and wearing clothes. The URL for my site is:http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/curse/66

I know the guestbook is screwed up, but just click where it says Sign, to post, and read to read. the html is messed up.

Storiesbondage@hotmail.com
http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/curse/66
storiesbondage@hotmail.com

Sun Feb 7 02:35:18 EST 1999

I forget to mention. Mys ite is going to be focused on Boys/men being tied up, although there can be some girl/women being tied up.

http://rivendell.fortunecity.com/curse/66
Storiesbondage@hotmail.com

Sun Feb 07 19:47:23 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

"A Rainy Day" ( Continued )

Previous instalment located in January Part 1 Archives.

This is the final instalment of the best day of my life as a 'bondager.' Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as we'd enjoyed tying each other up...

Ah, those were the days ( happy sigh )

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun Feb 07 19:51:00 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 59 - We decide to watch TV

When we arrived home, Mrs C rang up back home and asked if it was OK to sleep over with Nicky - a request to which my long-suffering mother readily agreed. No doubt she was happy to have me out of her hair, even if it was only for one night. I could be a absolute pest when I wanted to be, a sentiment my young sister would surely agree with.

Parental permission having been duly granted, it was Nicky who asked me what I wanted to do. Although what I really wanted was to continue our tying up games, I was too shy to actually suggest MORE of the same especially after the surfeit of bondage earlier in the day. ( actually more like all day! ) Therefore all I said was, "Why don't we watch some TV?" To be honest, at this point, I would have been quite happy even if there were no further tie-ups for the rest of the day - I was feeling really quite satiated. It had already been a wonderful day.

Nicky readily agreed to my proposal that we watch TV. Then, with a twinkle in her lovely dark eyes, she suggested that instead of tying one or the other up, like we often did when watching TV, that we tie each other up as before and get Mrs C to finish off the job. "- You want to do that?" she asked. Was the Pope a Catholic? Of course! However I said no such thing lest I seem too keen. ( not that I should have ever worried since Nicky was by now well aware of my inordinate liking for "tie up games.") Besides which, she also clearly enjoyed being tied up as much as I did too. But when you are young, your mind does not think in those more logical ways. The saying that wisdom only comes with age and experience is true, I think.

Sun Feb 07 19:51:38 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 60 - TV bondage; a captive audience

After that, it didn't take us long to get out the ropes and hastily sort through them because we were anxious to complete tying each other up by the time "Hey Hey It's Saturday!" began. Just to digress for a moment, it was one of our favourite TV shows at the time. 'Hey Hey' is a much loved Melbourne institution - it has been running on Channel Nine for the past 28 years and it has also been compered by the same irrepressible Daryl Somers over that same time span. It originally began in a morning timeslot and eventually graduated to the evening slot where it has remained ever since. Fast paced, always entertaining and, at times very funny, it is still one of my favourite shows. Daryl's enduring popularity is reflected in the record number of Logie Awards he has picked up over the years.

We tied each other's legs like we did earlier that afternoon. Because Mrs C already 'knew the ropes,' I opted to tie up Nicky before calling for her mother to come tie me up. This time, Nicky did ask me to hogtie her but not gag her. Of course, I was only too happy to oblige. After I had finished tying up Nicky, she yelled out, "Mum, Can you come down here please?"

A few moments later Mrs C arrived. I still remember the surprised look on her face when she saw us both still wearing our raincoats and I that had tied up Nicky yet again. She commented, "Aren't you getting tired of tying each other up by now?" I think that was the closest she ever came to criticising our tie-up games. I blushed, embarrassed by her comment.

However, as usual, Nicky, as cheeky and irrepressible as ever, had a ready answer. Cheekily she said, "Aw, look mum, we're tying each other up again because I thought you like it when we are all tied up and nice and quiet!"

Mrs C had to smile at this sally from Nicky, "Ok, I suppose you want me to tie you up again, Mason?"

Sun Feb 07 19:52:12 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 61 - A captive audience

"Yes please," I said, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. Nicky also just as eagerly replied "Yes, tie Mason up please!" This time, the tying went much quicker. Being a quick learner, Mrs C did not even need to rely on Nicky's instructions to complete tying me up - Once again, she did an excellent job. The ropes were tight and very secure.

Once Mrs C had finished checking the knots ( she was equally determined I should not escape, having witnessed the way we used to tease each other if we escaped ) she turned on the TV for us, just in time to catch the beginning of "Hey Hey It's Saturday" Both Nicky or myself had been tied up before while watching 'Hey Hey" but not at the same time together. I think I spent more time focusing on our bondages than on Daryl's constant patter. You could say that he really had a captive audience since neither of us was going anywhere fast!

After "Hey Hey" had finished, we simply sat there and talked as if we both had complete freedom of movement. We chatted about most things in no particular order like we usually did - I remember that we didn't really focus much on our tie-ups except that it was "fun and we should do this again." It was not until nearly nine in the evening that Nicky finally called out to Mrs C to come and untie us as it was nearly time for bed. As usual, Nicky could reach or untie any of my knots ( the ones I tied ) nor could I escape either - Mrs C had learnt the ropes all too well…. Again, we'd been tied up for just over two hours ( albeit not gagged ) The large and soft settee was so comfortable that we experienced no real discomfort except for a slight stiffness and tingling in our arms and legs once the last ropes had come off.

Before untying us, Mrs C joked that perhaps she should gag us both and leave us tied up as we were - "it has never been so peaceful and quiet in my life!"

Sun Feb 07 19:52:48 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 62 - A bedtime invitation.

To tell you the truth, I would not have minded all that much had Mrs C actually carried out her threat to gag us both and leave us tied up overnight. Of course she did no such thing. ( much to my regret )

Cheeky as ever, Nicky tried to capitalise on her mothers threat by suggesting that maybe she should leave us tied up and let us go to bed like that, which she firmly vetoed on the very reasonable grounds that if we got into trouble, she would not be able to hear us since she slept in the downstairs bedroom.

After she had finished helping untie us both, I headed for the bathroom to wash, change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth while Nicky went up to the bedroom. I could not help thinking about what a fabulous day it had been while I was performing my ablutions. I had never been tied up so often or tightly in the space of one day. The fact I had been able to wear my raincoat while bound was a bonus as far as I was concerned. Never mind the way Nicky had so willingly joined me by wearing her own yellow plastic raincoat whilst tying and being tied up herself. I couldn't help feeling more than just a twinge of regret that the tie-up games had probably ended for the day…

I got a shock when I walked into Nicky's room, having completed my ablutions. Nicky not only was still wearing her raincoat but she had also thoughtfully untangled the ropes and laid them neatly on her bed along with my own raincoat. Without further preamble, as soon as I walked in, she said, "I'm getting a bit sick of being tied up," My heart sank - although her comment had not been entirely unexpected. Suddenly smiling broadly, "But I know you like to be tied up - do you want me to tie you up for bed?" She spoke gently, "You can stay tied up all night if you want to - would you like that?"

Sun Feb 07 19:53:27 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 63 - Captured!

To say that I was surprised was an understatement. I had not really expected that Nicky would just offer to tie me up like that before going to bed. I was in a slight quandary. On one hand, I really wanted to be tied up and put to bed bound and gagged for the night ( I had never been tied up for bedtime before ) but on the other, I was not sure if it was such a wise thing to do. If I got in trouble, I would not so easily be able to call out for help.

Sensing my indecision, Nicky finally settled the issue by suggesting that I could wear my shiny yellow raincoat instead of my pj's and she'd tie me up with my raincoat on.

I needed little further encouragement. However, I decided to play it safe and not be gagged like I normally would have been in case I needed to go to the toilet or some other emergency. Nicky wholeheartedly concurred, saying that she would have said the same thing. She went on to say, "You've been captured by the British Navy and they're taking you to hang for your crimes so you must escape!! If not…." Nicky let her voice trail off, leaving me in no doubt what my fare would be once I reached Tower Hill. It would be off with my head for sure! "After all, you are the world-famous and very bloodthirsty pirate, Mason Blackbeard. They really want to make sure that you do not escape so they have asked me to tie you up really tight so you can be executed… at Tower Hill!" ( she said this with great relish, theatrically rolling her eyes for added emphasis. ) We both knew all about the Tower of London since I had visited that grim place only a couple of years ago. Needless to say, the torture rooms, various restraint devices and the executioner's block held an endless fascination for me. I had wasted little time in informing Nicky in ghoulish and graphic detail what used to go on back in those days….

Sun Feb 07 19:54:18 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 64 - Time for bed!

Nicky gleefully went on to tell me that the British had done a deal with Spain and that she was to be returned to her father, the King of Spain and that they were going to let her tie me up as her revenge for the way I had kidnapped and mistreated her earlier. Suddenly I was no longer sure if I really wanted Nicky to tie me up for bedtime…

She continued, "OK, I'm going downstairs to brush my teeth - why don't you put your raincoat on now and when I come back, I'll tie you up!" My need to be tied up again outweighed any natural caution I may have had. Eagerly, I took my pj's off, pulled my raincoat back on and buttoned it up. I could hardly believe the way the slick smooth plastic material felt against my skin. Only a few moments later, Nicky returned. She looked pleased to see me wearing my raincoat and said as much. "Ok, after I've tied you up, you can sleep on my bed tonight." Indicating the curtained-off alcove and mattress, "I'll be up there."

"Ok, that sounds fine," I said.

"Come on, its time for bed!" Nicky said, pulling me over to her bed before I had had a chance to change my mind about being tied up. Without wasting further time, she had my hands tightly bound together behind my back. I had reached the point of no return. My elbows followed next. Then my legs at ankles, elbows and thighs. More ropes bound my arms to my back very firmly. I was now as tightly tied up as I ever would be. There was nothing imaginative about the way Nicky had tied me up but in this case, security and inescapability was the object of the exercise. While I sat on the bed, bound hand and foot, Nicky took off her raincoat for the first time since the morning. I was shocked to see that she still had the crotchrope still tied on herself and said so. "How come you've still got the rope there?" I asked.

Sun Feb 07 19:55:12 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 65 - Nicky gets ready for bed

Unusually, Nicky became defensive, "Um ah, because I like it - I like the way it feels." After untying the crotchrope, she unselfconsciously undressed, until she stood there wearing only her lacy white bra and panties. Then Nicky did something that really surprised me - So much so that it stuck in my mind. After changing into her pyjamas, she thoughtfully looked at the newly discarded rope on the bed. I watched in amazement as she picked it up and re-tied the rope around her slim waist, knotting it behind her before passing the ends back between her thighs, carefully adjusting it for maximum comfort and effect. Nicky retied the crotchrope quite tightly on herself, pulling hard on the ropes before tying off the ends.

Happily, she admired herself in the mirror, gyrating her hips and wriggling around to test the feel of her crotchrope. Aware of my stunned scrutiny, she turned around to face me. Grinning at me, she repeated, "You know I like the way it feels! Why should you have all the fun?" Nicky then pulled her yellow plastic raincoat on and buttoned it up, hiding her pj's and crotch ropes from view. Upon the conclusion of this amazing performance, Nicky helped me lie on my stomach on the bed. Thoughtfully, she fluffed the pillow for me before the betrayal. She fussed around, making sure I was quite comfortable. So far so good…

Sun Feb 07 19:55:47 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 66 - Betrayal most foul…

"Are you OK?" Nicky asked with this big shit-eating grin on her face. I answered in the affirmative. "Oh good!" she said, "Are you enjoying yourself?" Again, I agreed that I was. "Its not too tight? It's not hurting you?" she queried further, concern evident in her voice. I happily demurred. "That's good!" Nicky thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you want me to gag you?"

"N - mmphfh!"

"Too bad," Nicky murmured. She quickly stuffed the cloth-covered ball in my mouth while I was still speaking before I had had time to react. I angrily tried to protest but Nicky promptly interrupted, saying, "Be quiet! You wanted me to tie you up! So I'm tying you up!" I continued struggling to try to escape but Nicky had anticipated this and sat atop me, straddling me so I could not too easily move around. After gagging me, she wrapped the cloth ends twice around my head, pulling hard to tighten it as much as she could so I could not spit it out before knotting the ends very firmly behind me.

Mission accomplished, Nicky hopped off the bed and grabbed another shortish piece of rope and jeeringly up in front of me. "Sorry, I lied," she said, a triumphant look on her lovely face. I glared at her as with as much affronted dignity as I could muster which can be a difficult thing to do when you are tied up like that.

Nicky continued, "Guess what? I've decided that since you like being tied up so much, I may as well tie you up properly!" Smiling hugely, her last act was to hogtie me as tight as she could. Nicky always liked to make it tight but she really went to town on me, looping the rope several times between my hands and ankles, pulling constantly on it to make it still tighter. My outstretched fingers had little trouble touching my feet so well had she hogtied me. I could not move my legs at all because my thigh and knee ropes had automatically tightened when Nicky pulled my lower legs back towards my hands.

Sun Feb 07 19:56:30 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 67 - Nicky has her revenge ( again )

Nicky gloatingly surveyed her handiwork before commenting that this was for 'mistreating' her earlier at lunchtime. She must have seen the slight look of puzzlement flit across my face because she explained, "Remember the way you gagged me in front of my mum then you pulled my raincoat hood up so I could not see?"

Oh. Yes, I did remember. Nicky saw the look of realisation slowly dawn on my face. "Yes, I see you do remember." Playing her role as a mortally offended princess to the hilt, she hissed, "The king of Spain wants to talk to you, me hearty. The English have agreed to give you to him." Smirking, "I wonder what he'll say when I tell him how you treated me?" I had a very good idea what he would say and his likely reaction. Even at that age, I'd heard of the Inquisition.

"Well, I think we'll leave it at that." She yawned, "I'm really tired now. Maybe if you behave yourself, I'll untie you later." Nastily, "If you're lucky!"

I watched with disbelief as Nicky proceeded to turn the lights out before retiring to the comfort of her bed. I watched helplessly, while her raincoated figure climbed under the doona. Maliciously, Nicky grinned at me, "Good night! Hope you sleep well!" Laughing, she turned out the light.

Sun Feb 07 19:57:07 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 68 - A terrible predicament

CLICK! She turned the bed light out, plunging the room into ghostly darkness. A thin gibbous moon illuminated the room, the storm clouds rapidly dispersing. The motion of the small ship was less violent now as the waves receded in size. The silence was total, the rain and wind also having mostly ceased. Meanwhile, I laid there very tightly and helplessly tied up. I could not move at all, so tightly had the ropes been tied. By now, we'd had so much practise at tying each other up, we very rarely escaped from each other's tie-ups. I quickly found that all the knots had been placed well out of reach too - no escape in that avenue… I would be staying put until Nicky decided to untie me. I could not call out to wake her - I had been too well gagged for that. Besides Nicky was ever a sound sleeper. Many were the times I envied her the ability to just drop off, dead to the world, while I tossed and turned. My predicament was total.

Normally I really enjoyed being tied up - always have! But the idea of being tied up like this all night held very little appeal for me. I did not mind being tied up more conventionally but not hogtied like this. Nicky had tied me up so tight, it was already beginning to get uncomfortable. I hoped she wasn't serious about carrying out her threat. However, I could not shake off the awful feeling I was going to be left tied up like this till morning - still some 8 or so hours way. On the other hand the very nature of my situation had the desired effect on me - this was real bondage. I was hating being tied up like this and yet I was loving it too. It may sound paradoxical but that was how I felt at the time. I was genuinely worried that I would have to stay like this all night - it would have been no fun at all.

Sun Feb 07 19:57:52 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 69 - only joking!

Somehow, I did nod off so it was in a somewhat drugged sleep induced daze that I felt slim fingers picking at my ropes. It was Nicky. "Did you really think I was going to leave you like this all night?"

I nodded - yes!

"Really? Ha!" More softly," I was only joking about tying you up all night like this - I just wanted to scare you."

I had no way of framing an appropriately cutting response as I was still tightly gagged. But the relief as my hogtie rope was loosened was immense. My arms and legs immediately felt much better. Seconds later, Nicky laughingly took off my gag.

"Are you Ok?" she asked with real concern in her voice.

"Yeah, I am. But I really thought you were going to leave me like that all night - After I had asked you not to!" I admonished.

"Sorry," she giggled. "I just thought it would be fun to play a trick on you."

"Some trick!" I snorted

Nicky looked unrepentant. "Watch what you say! Or this goes back on!" She indicated the gag. Nodding at the hogtie rope, "And this too! Next time, I won't untie you either!"

"Ok, ok" I back-pedalled. Young as I may have been, I was still smart enough to know when not to push my luck. For all that Nicky had deigned to remove my hogtie rope, I was still tightly tied up as ever. I'd have no way of resisting if she decided to re-gag and hogtie me. I was at her mercy and she knew it.

'I see you fell asleep!" Nicky commented. "It ( the hogtie ) can't have been too bad then!"

"Yeah sure, But a whole night like this? No way! I think that would have been a bit too much for me."

"Oh sure!" she interjected "Maybe I should just re-tie you…" Her voice trailed off

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist!" she teased. "I was only joking!"

Sun Feb 07 19:58:37 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 70 - Confession

"Oh good!" I sarcastically said.

"Seriously, are you OK? How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." I said, testing my bonds

"Sure?"

"Oh yes!" I said.

"Look, do you want me to untie you now?" she asked. "Or would you rather stay tied up?" I definitely knew which option I preferred. I was also feeling much more comfortable now that the hogtie rope was gone. I wanted to be tied up for as long as possible. I was feeling extremely aroused - a most pleasurable feeling. The tightness of the ropes was playing their siren song on me and had been since Nicky had tied the last knot of my bondage. The fact I was lying on my side at the time meant Nicky could not easily see the effect her handiwork was having on me.

"Mmm" I pretended to think. "Actually, I think you should leave me tied up in case I escape - you want to become my prisoner again?"

"No!" Nicky shook her head. "Of course you're right! I should be careful and leave you tied up." Momentarily abandoning her role, "Are you sure you want to be tied up like this for the rest of the night?"

Abandoning the charade of the pirate game, I eagerly said, "Yes!!"

"No worries." She shrugged. Gently, Nicky placed one tiny hand on my shoulder. "Like I said before, I know you like to be tied up!" Noticing the look of embarrassment on my face, she quietly added, "Come on, you don't need to be embarrassed - I don't know why you want to be tied up all the time but I don't mind. Anyway, I really like being tied up too - its good fun!" This was as close as Nicky ever came to admitting being tied up turned her on. Looking back at it all now, I am pretty much certain that she certainly enjoyed being tied up. That much was certain - the real reason why has continued to elude me though I think she obtained a sexual turn-on from being bound and gagged. On the other hand, Nicky may simply have enjoyed being tied up just for the fun of it.

Sun Feb 07 19:59:19 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 71 - "Hope you sleep well!"

After talking a little longer, Nicky asked once again if I was really sure I wanted her to leave me tied up for the night. Naturally, I readily answered in the affirmative. It was around then Nicky took the opportunity to warn me that if I wanted to be tied up overnight, she would not untie me even if I wanted to go to the toilet. "I don't want you waking me up just because you are uncomfortable, ok?" She spoke in the kind of tone of voice that meant business. Whenever Nicky spoke like that, I knew that she really meant what she said. It took me moments to make the decision - I really DID want to be tied up overnight and I said as much.

"Ok, it's your funeral!" Nicky said although the smile on her face belied any real intent. I knew she'd untie me anytime if I asked. She was just posturing to add to the reality of my situation - and we both knew it.

Before going to bed herself, Nicky helped me slide under the blankets and adjusted them over my prone and bound body. She carefully fluffed the pillow, pacing it under my head. " Are you ok?" she asked. I nodded to indicate my agreement. I really was enjoying myself very much….

"Well, good night!" she said. Putting the lie to what she had said only a few minutes ago, "Just yell out for me if you are uncomfortable ok?" Giggling, "Hope you sleep well…"

Sun Feb 07 20:01:28 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 72 - Sweet dreams…

"Goodnight," I said. "By the way… thanks for tying me up." I still remember saying those exact same words to her all those years ago, perhaps because that was as close as I would ever get to acknowledging that being tied up was more than just merely a game to me, no matter how much I pretended it was such.

"Aah, it was no big deal… its nothing!" she said

Almost as soon as Nicky had finished speaking, she let out a huge and most unladylike yawn. Now, don't ask me why but when I saw her yawn, I more or less followed suit with an equally large yawn of my own - by now it was close to midnight and we were both very tired. Perhaps it is just that when you see someone else yawn, especially if it is in the evening, it automatically reminds you how tired you are. Yawning is one of those funny things that automatically seems to trigger a chain reaction in most people. Nicky climbed back into her sleeping bag and adjusted the doona cover over it before sleepily saying goodnight and turning out the bedside light.

Meanwhile, I laid there on the bed and luxuriated in the tightness of the ropes and the feel of the plastic raincoat on my body. I was having the best time of my life and I never wanted it to end. I can still recall being glad that I was going to be tied up like this for a good many hours more. I knew I had no hope of escaping - the knots and ropes were still as tight as ever. Secure in the knowledge that Nicky would untie me anytime I wished, I drifted off to sleep.

Sun Feb 07 20:02:01 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 73 - A good nights sleep…?

The amazing thing was that I had not expected to get much sleep the way I had been tied up hand and foot like that - but somehow I did get to sleep. I slept the sleep of the dead until Nicky's warm voice abruptly woke me up. Initially, I was shocked to find that I could not move for I was still very tightly tied up. Nicky must have seen the look of surprise on my face as I realised I was still tied up because she laughed loudly before inquiring if I had been sleeping OK. I had to admit it had been the best night's sleep I had enjoyed in a long time…

Initially, Nicky made no move to untie me immediately. She told me it was only a couple of hours ago she'd put me to bed, or words to that effect and was I OK? It was around then I realised I did need to go to the toilet besides which my arms and legs were feeling very stiff and sore by now as I had been tied up without respite since around ten in the evening the night before. I'd been tied up for quite a long time now and my body really was starting to feel the effect of having been tied up for so long. As much as I had enjoyed being tied up for so long, I'd had enough of being tied up now - all I wanted to do was to be able to stretch out my arms and legs and take a shower.

Therefore I ( reluctantly ) asked Nicky to untie me. It really did feel so good to be able to stretch out and loosen my muscles. I could not believe the redness of the rope marks on my skin where the ropes had once been. It did not hurt but you could plainly tell where I had been tied up. Nicky wanted to know how I felt and I explained that I was fine. "Did you enjoy being tied up?" she wanted to know. I said that yes, that I had enjoyed myself very much but I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable by the time she had untied me.

Sun Feb 07 20:02:45 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 74 - A quiet Sunday

After dashing down to the toilet and changing back into my pyjamas, we both went back to bed. She got out the spare sleeping bag, next to her own sleeping bag so I could join her up in the alcove above. Needless to say, I was so exhausted by the seemingly never-ending tie up games of the previous day that I fell asleep almost straight away.

The next morning, after showering and breakfasting, by more or less unspoken consensus, both Nicky and myself decided not to play any more tie-up games for the rest of the weekend. The ropes were back in the closet, waiting for the next occasion we decided to tie each other up. By now, we'd both had had enough of tying and being tied up. Too much of a good thing perhaps? The storm had cleared and the once raging ocean was calm. The ship stood motionless, becalmed in the doldrums. The broad oaken decks baked in the searing tropical sun. There would be no need for raincoats now. There would also be no rendezvous with either the vengeful English Navy or the equally upset Spanish - the beautiful Spanish princess had fallen in love with her captor and decided to elope with him. This Nicky explained with a beatific grin on her face. She even gave me a chaste ( and very quick ) peck on the cheek to prove her point.

We took the opportunity in the break in the weather to ride down to the local park on our bikes where we more or less spent much of the rest of the day, in between riding around and around the block and to the local strip shopping centre, where Nicky somewhat ungraciously had to fork out some of her precious pocket money for the mandatory chocolate bar as her penance for losing the bet of the night before. Of course I shared with her.

Sun Feb 07 20:03:24 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part 75 - Conclusion

All in all, it had been an unforgettable weekend. If you will forgive the cliché, it really HAD been one of the best weekends of my life. I had never before ( or since ) been tied up so many times in one day often or for so long. I had also enjoyed tying up Nicky very much too. ( of course! ) The fact she genuinely enjoyed herself really helped - there's nothing worse than playing these kinds of games with somebody whom is clearly unwilling to participate - as I learned the hard way with one ex-girlfriend. It certainly didn't hurt that Mrs C not only appeared to relish tying us up to but actually enjoyed herself too - since to her, it was all in the name of good clean childhood fun. Perhaps the fact that being tied up and/or gagged so conveniently kept us quiet might have helped too? I am quite sure that Mrs C enjoyed the peace and quiet that reigned at such times. We could both be little terrors at time. Before that weekend, neither of us had been tied up together at the same time too.

However, the great Wheel of Time remorselessly turns, as it must and while I had many more bondage experiences with Nicky and one of my best mates afterwards, none ever seemed to quite approach the magic of that day. It had literally been one of the best days of my life.

Since then, once Nicky moved home ( we have since lost all touch - all I know is that she is now happily married and living interstate ) and R and I grew out of playing tie-up games together, my bondage experiences with the opposite sex have been few and far between. Shame!

Sun Feb 07 20:04:12 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

This will be my last posting for the next month - I am going overseas and will not return until the middle of March. Hope to see lots of great new stories when I get back. There are precious few computers where I'm going.....

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Mon Feb 08 05:11:57 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Very nice conclusion of your story, Mason!
"I like!"

Don't forget to send that card!

Take it easy!

PH

Mon Feb 8 00:56:06 EST 1999

Well within a day fortune city removed my web site. They didn't like it. I will find some server somewhere to put it. In the mean time send me those pictures at "Storiesbondage@hotmail.com" and when the new site goes up they will be there:)

Storiesbondage@hotmail.com

Tue Feb 09 05:38:31 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Woohpeeh, a short step for Mase....

PH

Wed Feb 10 00:40:09 1999

I know this is terribly out of date, but seeing as how no one complimented Villan's marvelous story, I find it necessary to do so; and request that he post the story of which he mentioned in his posting, as soon as possible.
I am not sure how non-fictional that story was, but I do not read this page for educational purposes. And, he wrote a remarkably arousing piece, with an admirable G Rating; cleaner than many other posts that do not even come close to capturing the essence of what so many of us find enrapturing about . . . well, this.

Gloucester
moody@inet.net

Fri Feb 12 06:08:55 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Playing Cowboys and Indians…Involuntary. Part I

It was mid-July and we were at the height of a beautiful Scandinavian summer. Summer vacations are from the beginning of June to late August in Sweden, and when you’re fourteen that seems like an eternity.

I spent all my time with my best friend Joe and his cousins Sarah and Jenny. Our summer house was right beside theirs, and most of the time was spent at their beach or in the boat house down at the beach, where we had our "headquarters". We had many sleep-overs in the boat house and their parents let us do pretty much what we wanted. We played many tie-up games that summer, and tried to invent new and exciting themes and different ways of tying each other up.

At a beach party where many of our friends had showed up, the girls had tied Joe and me to posts on the beach in retaliation for us kidnapping them earlier. One of their friends, a girl named Alex, had enjoyed herself by tickling us and in general having fun as we stood tied and helpless. Later, at a sleep over, we had tied Alex and tickled her silly. She had enjoyed the experience, but wanted to get back at us, and at Sarah and Jenny too, as they had tricked Alex into being tied up. Alex’ parents managed the local camping site, and she usually helped out there during the days. She had started to hang out with us a lot during the evenings, and her brother Mike also joined us on occasion.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:13:37 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part II
The weekend after we had tied Alex up we planned to go camping in the woods, a couple of miles up the lake. This was a vast forest and totally free of houses where we would go. Alex told us that she couldn’t come, because she had to help at the camping site. She said with a laugh, that we should be ware of Indians, though. Her younger cousins and their friends usually played their cowboys and Indians wars in that particular part of the forest. The younger kids had also built a small Indian camp there with huts made of fir branches and discarded planks. We promised to take care and watch out for these savages.

We started from Joe’s, Sarah’s and Jenny’s house on Friday afternoon. We would go by boat at first and had borrowed Joe’s Father’s boat that had a small engine. It would be too tiresome to row all the way up. It was a bright and warm summer’s day and we were all dressed in shorts and t-shirts. It could get chilly at night, so we had brought sweaters and jeans as well. We had two small tents and a back-pack full of supplies and four sleeping bags. We entered the boat from the jetty and started out with Joe steering the boat. The girls lay up front at the stem with their legs dangling over the sides and I sat on the middle thwart.

When we arrived at our intended place up the coast, Joe steered the boat into a small bay surrounded by high rocky cliffs. We had to jump into the shallow water and drag the boat to a nearby tree and tie it there. We put our equipment ashore and prepared for the walk into the deep forest. Although we preferred to spend our days barefoot, this terrain called for shoes, and we all put on sneakers for the walk up through the forest. With our back-packs loaded with tents and sleeping bags we started out along a small path that winded up the steep lake-shore. We walked for about half an hour and arrived at a very nice little clearing just by a small creek. This was our spot.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:14:35 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part III
The clearing was covered with soft grass and in the pine- and fir-forest around us the ground was covered with blueberry-sprigs and soft moss. We all kicked off our shoes and enjoyed the feeling of the soft grass. Quickly we set the tents up and started to make our little camp inhabitable. After having dinner made out of hot dogs and cokes we set out to do a little exploring. We followed some of the winding paths in the forest and checked out an old mill that hadn’t been used for decades. It was situated about a mile up the creek where it ran very swiftly.

As we stood there, admiring the old building, we heard some shouting. Suddenly a group of kids, about twelve or thirteen came rushing out from the forest. They were all dressed in Indian outfits and carried home made bows and arrows and spears. The kid that looked like their leader asked us if we had seen some palefaces around, and explained that their enemies had fled this way. We answered that no palefaces had been seen, and the kids continued up a path shouting and yelling. We concluded that this must be the cousins that Alex had talked about. As we trailed back to our camp we talked about the cowboys and Indians games we had played just a couple of years ago.

When we were back at the camp the Indians came by again. This time they had two prisoners with them. Two kids, a boy and a girl, had their hands tied behind them and were dragged along by ropes fastened around their arms. The Indians proudly announced that the prisoners would be taken back to their camp and subjected to Indian torture. The two bound prisoners didn’t look too scared though. When the sun set at around nine in the evening we made a little fire and sat around it talking until late. We slept very well in the small tents and awoke to a new beautiful day.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:19:11 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IV
Saturday was mostly spent by the creek up by the old mill. We took nice but cold swims in the pond beneath the small waterfall that once had powered the big wheel of the mill. After a relaxing day we went back to our camp. We changed from swimsuits to jeans and t-shirts and began to prepare a meal at about five o’clock. When we had eaten Joe brought the subject of cowboys and Indians up again. He had brought some rope from the boat and challenged us to an escape game. We all agreed and Joe tied our hands behind us, using some new knot he had invented. He then tied our bare feet together and dared us to get free as fast as possible. To his very disappointment Sarah managed to get her hands under her bum quickly and get them in front of her. After that she could easily untie the knots with her teeth. Joe had forgot to secure the hands with a rope around her waist, being so sure his knots would hold.

Sarah freed me and Jenny and we all looked at Joe grinning viciously. According to our rules we now could tie him up. Sarah, who had freed herself, got to do the honours, and soon Joe lay on the ground tied hand and foot and Sarah hogshead him to make sure he would stay that way. Just for fun she and Jenny tickled Joe until he begged for mercy.

Just as Joe was screaming for help there was a noise of breaking twigs nearby. Suddenly the kids we had met before came out of the forest. There were at least ten of them, dressed as Indians with warpaint, bows and arrows. All kids pointed their arrows at us and the one playing the role of chief explained that our camp was being raided and we were to be prisoners. I looked at Sarah and Jenny and looks of surprise in their faces soon changed into playful excitement.
-Why not, I thought. This could be fun, to see what the little brats were up to.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:22:08 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part V
The "Indians" surrounded us and ordered us to put our hands behind us. They tied our hands, not being too good at it, but the knots were at least out of reach. Joe, who lay hog tied on the ground had his feet untied and we were all placed under guard. The kids rummaged through our things and happily took some cans of coke and some candybars.
-You will be taken to our Indian camp and interrogated under torture, explained the little "Indian chief" proudly. We looked at each other and shrugged. It seemed OK. These little kids could not be that much of a problem to us. It could be fun.
-Could we have our sneakers on please, asked Jenny, but the Indians said we wouldn’t need any shoes. We were marched away in a row towards a horrible fate by our captors.

When we arrived at the Indian camp the kids shouted and made "Indian sounds" and several other kids came running. They all gathered around us and tried to look scary and wild. Sarah and Jane played along and pretended to be really scared.

The kids had made a fantastic camp out there in the woods. They had built huts using long straight branches and covered them with fir-branches to make walls and roofs. They even had an Indian tent made of old blankets. The camp was in a clearing much like the one we had our camp in. The surrounding forest made this place very isolated and the kids probably thought noone knew about their camp. At one end of the clearing stood some pines, about ten inches thick. They brought us there and I saw that the lower branches had been cut off and that the ground around the tree-trunk was well treaded down. I could guess what these trees were used for, and I was right.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:23:21 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VI
The Indians proceeded to tie us to the trees. They untied our hands and retied them behind the trunks of the trees. We didn’t put up any resistance, but played along as the captured palefaces. They rolled up our trouser-legs a bit and tied thick rope around our ankles and looped it around the trees. They worked slowly and were very concentrated. It must have taken them about half an hour to get us all thoroughly tied to the trees, and when they were finished they must have used hundreds of feet of rope, because loop after loop bound our legs, waists and upper bodies. When they were done I could only turn my head, flex my hands and wiggle my toes. I was totally immobile, and by the look of it, so were Joe, Sarah and Jenny too!

The kid who was acting as the Indian’s chief spoke up again as we were now completely at their mercy:

-Now palefaces, you are our prisoners and you will be held captive until you tell us where the map of the goldmine is! You will suffer the terrible Indian torture and then we will sacrifice you to the Gods!

-Please great chief, said Jenny and looked terrified. Spare us the Indian torture! We don’t know any map or any gold mine!

The chief was not at all happy with this answer, and ordered his braves to get some bandanas. When they returned they had brought four bandanas with big knots tied in the middle and they started to gag us.

-You will stay here for one hour and perhaps you will talk later, said the bratty little chief.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:24:45 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VII
All the kids went away to the huts and left us standing there. I looked at my friends and could see some amusement in their eyes. Here we were, captured, bound and gagged by a bunch of kids! I could see that they immediately started to test their bonds, turning their hands and trying to get at the knots, but neither of us succeeded.
We just had to stand there and wait for what would come.

The hour passed slowly. All we could do was stand there and look around, trying to ignore any irritating insects that happened to land on our noses or walk merrily over our bare feet. There is nothing more irritating when you are all tied up, than to get a feeling that you have to scratch yourself somewhere. I could see Sarah wrinkle her nose as a small fly landed on her face. She tried to shake it off, but with no luck. She was grunting behind her gag and shaking her head violently. Once a small ant decided to take a walk on my foot, giving me the most terrible tickle.

When the hour was up the little Indians returned. We had now been their prisoners for about two hours, and soon the sun would set. I guessed as they were only twelve or thirteen, they would have to go home by now. I hoped they wouldn’t think of leaving us tied up all night. The Indians started to dance around us and shout and scream. They had feathers that they used to tickle our faces with and pretended to shoot at us with their bows. Suddenly a familiar voice was heard:

-Are you in trouble guys?

Alex had arrived. She smiled and walked up to us, checking the ropes and mocking us. Apparently she had put the kids up to capturing us, and now she had the best chance in the world to take revenge for when we had tied her up. Alex ordered the kids to prepare for some real Indian torture.

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:26:01 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part VIII
They removed our gags and untied me and Sarah from the trees. Our hands were immediately retied behind us. They had put two logs on the ground with two heavy planks between them. We were tied on our backs lieing on the planks and our feet, legs and upper bodies were securely tied so we were immobile. Then the Indians, supervised by Alex started to tickle us. They concentrated on tickling our feet and faces, but also tickled us in the ribs and waist. Alex really enjoyed hearing us roar with laughter. The Indian torture continued for an eternity, but I suppose it was only about ten or fifteen minutes. When they were done they untied us and we were left sitting on the ground. Two of the kids even gave us some coke to drink. We sat there and watched Jenny and Joe suffer the same fate. When the torture was finished we asked Alex to untie us. The sun had set and it was beginning to get dark. We had been prisoners for nearly three hours and my arms had started to ache after being tied up for so long.

Alex had no intention of letting us go, though. She ordered the Indians to bring us back to our own camp. We were marched away tied together with a long rope. At our own camp Alex reminded us of how she had been left tied together with Jenny at the boat house. She explained that our fate was to be the same. Jenny protested that she had been tied up as well that time, but Alex just laughed and said:
-You seem to like these games so much, so you’ll have to join your friends for the night!

PH

Fri Feb 12 06:27:08 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Part IX
With some help from the Indians Alex started to tie us up for the night. Our arms were secured to our bodies with several loops of thick rope. Sitting on the ground, our feet and legs were tied and then we were dragged inside a tent. They placed us face down, all four of us together. The tent was made for two people, so we were rather short for space. Alex tied us together by connecting our upper arms and then our feet. Finally she gagged us all and happily announced she would be back in the morning around eight. We had to spend nearly eleven more hours tied up and gagged.

Naturally we all hoped this was just a joke on her part, as we had freed her after only half an hour. There were some struggles to get free, but tied the way we were, we couldn’t reach each other’s hands. I was positioned between Sarah and Joe and looked at them as they chewed on their gags and tried to make conversation.
-Mgwh, gwgah, was all that came out.

As it happened, Alex had sent the smaller kids home and remained outside the tent herself. She had enjoyed listening to our struggles and muffled grunts, but after half an hour she unzipped the tent and looked in.
-Are you still here, she asked and started to undo the ropes.
She had many knots to untie, and after working hard for some time we were free.
We massaged our wrists and ankles and stretched our legs and arms. None of us had been tied up that long before, but after a while we were OK. The experience had been both fun and exciting and Alex had gotten her revenge.

PH

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