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This month's stories:

Madeleine at the Stake Jim (translation by Gillian)
Knot Practice - A Knotty Good Time Mason
SWAT & Terrorists Scott
Wanda the Spy Max Cuff
Wanda the Spy - 2 Max Cuff
Karen's Big Day Doug
SWAT & Terrorists - 2 Scott
Wanda the Spy - 3 max cuff
Haunted House Scott
The Revenge Da Man
The Last Weekend of Summer - XXII PH
Cindy's Revenge James

Wed Mar 17 00:35:42 Est 1999

And here's a second story written by Jim and translated by Gillian...

 Canuck100
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Wed Mar 17 00:40:49 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 1)

Original German version by Jim

English translation by Gillian B

In my last story, I mentioned that the time Madeleine was tied up in her living room was not the only experience that my cousin Robert and I had with her. In May after the time of that first story, when Robert would probably have been 13, the three of us went to visit relatives of mine for a couple of days in their big country house. It was an unusually hot May day. Madeleine sat on the patio wearing a bikini and T-shirt, while Robert and I were in his room in the basement. His sister Christine, who I think was 10 at the time, was in her own room. My uncle and aunt were at work. It was not long before Robert and I began to hatch devious plans. I think we had actually already had ideas like these for some time.

As I mentioned previously, Robert's greatest ambition was to tie a girl to the stake. He suggested his sister Christine as our first victim "for practice", before we moved on to a grown-up woman. I was astonished at how well prepared he was: he had an enormous collection of old cords and ropes which had come from the stable where his sister kept her horse. He also had a whole bed sheet cut into strips. The plan he had worked out was to get Christine to play a Cowboys and Indians game - which she had often joined in before, but he thought she would not be enthusiastic about the idea of being a Cowgirl tied up by the Indians. That was exactly her reaction when we explained our plan to her in our room. Robert came up with the idea of drawing lots to decide who would get the unpopular role of victim. I only really liked that idea when it was Christine's name that was drawn. Robert told me later that he had written Christine's name on all three of the pieces of paper we had chosen from.

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:41:40 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 2)

Anyway, she accepted her fate and allowed herself to be led into the small guest bedroom. Without further ado, she sat down on the floor and we tied her hands behind her back. We wound a rope several times round her body and Robert pulled it very tightly round his little sister. She complained about it a bit and I could see that she wasn't exaggerating. We bound her legs in several places and gagged her with a strip of cloth in her mouth and another one tied over it. We propped our bound prisoner up against a wall in the basement. We were not yet properly "Indian" so we went out into the garden to find a suitable place to put up Robert's wigwam (a plastic Indian tent from a toyshop) and most of all somewhere to "torture" our prisoner. When we returned to the basement, I was alarmed: Madeleine was in the room with Christine, who was still bound and gagged. She said to me, "I want to talk to you." In another room she said she had nothing against Robert's games, nor against me playing along with him as his cousin, but Christine was too young to be treated like that. I was very disappointed, but then Madeleine said nobly, "If you want to play at being Indians, take me instead." In protecting Christine, she had played right into our hands!

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:42:50 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 3)

I was on cloud nine and the children also immediately agreed to this idea. Christine was freed and became one of the "Indians", while, at my suggestion, Madeleine went to dress up as a Cowgirl (partly to prevent ropes causing injury to bare skin). She looked great when she came back: calf-length boots, tight brown cord jeans, a frilly white blouse and a brightly coloured bandanna round her neck but no hat. Madeleine came straight to the point, "How do you want to tie me up?" We wanted to enjoy this game to the full, so first she had to hide somewhere in the house. We eventually found her in a wardrobe. She came out with her hands up. We marched her to the basement and into the guest room, where a big heap of rope was ready for her, which she accepted with equanimity. I addressed her in my best "Indian", "White squaw put hands behind back!" - which she did anyway voluntarily. I tied her wrists crosswise, using several turns of rope, led the rope up her back and round her chest a few times above bust level. I placed another long rope lower down, tied it to the first rope behind her back, pulled it tight and knotted the ends. Meanwhile, Robert bound her legs near the top of her thighs (just a bit embarrassing as he was a stranger to her) as well as above and below the knees. Christine did her best with Madeleine's feet. I examined everything to make sure it was all really secure - no early escapes to spoil the fun.

Madeleine played along brilliantly, squirmed in her ropes and lamented, "Please, great warrior, don't kill me. I only came into your country by accident. Please spare me - don't send me to the stake." How did she come to know our plan? Perhaps she expected as a matter of course to end up at the stake in an Indian game - she had not experienced anything like that at our hands.

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:43:58 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 4)

Anyway, it was time to gag her. I knew that she did not particularly like it (tight ropes however bothered her less) but this time she had two balled up strips of cloth stuffed into her mouth. How practical her Cowgirl's outfit turned out to be - we used her bandanna to tie the gag in firmly. We left her like that lying on the guest room bed and, just to make sure, I locked the room door from the outside, provoking a loud "Mmmmppppffff" from inside.

The three of us prepared our Indian encampment in a secluded corner of the large garden surrounded by sheds, the wall of the house and a line of trees. We put the wigwam up and lit a "camp fire" (actually only some candles stuck in the ground together). The most important thing was the choice of a stake. We needed a tree trunk neither too thin nor too thick, so that it would be possible to cross Madeleine's wrists behind it.

We found a suitable small tree and used a pocket knife to trim the remains of dead branches from the trunk. Perfect! Our "stake" was a good 2 metres tall (over 6 feet) and was well away from other trees so you could easily go right round it. I remembered reading that Indians bound their prisoners with wet ropes or thongs which would shrink in the sun. Now was a chance to try it out. We soaked Robert's collection of rope in a big bucket of water for a short while. After that, Robert fetched his collection of plastic tomahawks and other equipment and everything was ready.

In the mean time, I had gone back to Madeleine's prison. This time she had made a strenuous effort to escape, to which the rumpled bed sheet and her dishevelled brown hair testified. I wanted to make sure this was all in the spirit of the game and briefly removed her gag. She smiled and said, "Everything's OK. Please make sure that Robert doesn't hurt me too much. Tell the children that we won't tell their parents about this game. And untie me before they get back." It was only early afternoon, so we had h

 Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:44:59 Est 1999

(I now know what it's like to be cut off by the posting system. Grrrrr. Canuck)

And untie me before they get back." It was only early afternoon, so we had her OK for three hours' tying time! I happily re-gagged her and carried her up the basement steps. Even quite a slim woman 1.60m (5'4") tall is a considerable weight to carry, which I had not realised from watching scenes like this in films.

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:47:46 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 5)

We didn't untie her legs, but made her hop across the lawn to our Indian encampment. It was a delight to watch her efforts to make progress without falling over. She grunted through her gag and worked hard with her body hunched over. For the last 20m, I picked her up and carried her again. Finally, panting, she sat by our campfire, a well-tied bundle.

Robert spoke in "Indian", Christine giggled and Madeleine mmmmppppffed. I removed her gag and she asked, "Have you ever seen Indians keep their prisoners gagged in their own camp? How could they call for help?" We had to admit she was right. Also we could add exciting dialogue to our game, with Madeleine in her role as helpless victim, which she was playing with such talent. She stared with wide eyes at the stake, the pile of wet rope and Robert's instruments of torture beside it - all for her. "Please don't tie me to the stake, I'll do anything you Indians want." "At least don't tie me so tightly, please." "What do you want with a poor, helpless squaw?"

She was really brilliant. We led her to the stake and stood her against it with her bottom and her back against it. For an instant her hands and body were free. She massaged her wrists and brushed her hair away from her face, then she allowed us - with only token resistance - to pull her arms round behind her. I bound her wrists with a long piece of wet rope and wrapped it two or three times round the tree at hip level. We put lots of rope round her body, above and below her bust as well as crosswise over her shoulders. Robert was like a mad thing, rushing round our prisoner with rope. I checked that ropes were positioned correctly and were all properly fastened. Although her legs and feet were already bound, they too were secured to the stake with long ropes. Finally, she had another rope around her neck, but, naturally, not tight. During the tying she stood quite calmly, while the ropes were put in place.

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:48:52 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 6)

I stood back for a moment to admire our efforts: Madeleine at the stake, tightly tied and surely with no chance of freeing herself. Her bonds were in themselves a form of "torture"; she couldn't turn herself more than a fraction in either direction. She asked why she had been tied with wet rope. Robert answered, "The sun will make them shrink and cut into your flesh, white woman!" The prisoner did not reply. (By the way, I can't confirm any shrinkage. Madeleine was tied to the tree for about two hours, and in that time the ropes hardly shrank at all. Perhaps we made them too wet.)

During the time that followed, our prisoner stood in the sun - it was an unusually hot May day - and (naturally) she didn't move. Sweat ran off her in streams, but she hardly spoke, bravely awaiting her fate. I was content to study her from all angles, as I walked round her from time to time. I think she basically quite liked this attention. She stood there tightly bound and sweating. I thought about what "torture" would now be suitable for Madeleine. It would naturally be uncomfortable, but not really painful. We three "Indians" withdrew and discussed the next move. Robert had lots of ideas like the one we actually put into practice, which I will describe shortly. Others, such as throwing knives to land next to her head, were non-starters.

To begin with, the children did a wild war dance around the stake with whoops and waving tomahawks. Madeleine rolled her eyes and occasionally called out, "Help!" as Robert brandished his toy weapons in front of her face. I was a quiet but well entertained spectator. Our prisoner and her tormentor carried right on with the game. Next, we added fire. We took several of the candles from our "campfire" and stuck them in the ground immediately under Madeleine's bound hands.

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:49:48 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 7)

Slowly the heat rose upwards (it was naturally not really hot, and I checked to make sure of that). Madeleine twisted her fingers and writhed her whole body in its bonds to avoid the heat. With a pretence of fear, she protested that you couldn't do such a thing to an innocent squaw, and so on. We repeated this "torture" several times. Robert then wanted to set fire to brushwood around her feet, but a look of real fear came into Madeleine's eyes this time, so I vetoed this idea. We took a short break at this point and got cold drinks from the house, which we drank in front of our prisoner's eyes. She begged and pleaded for a sip, "Dying of thirst isn't part of an Indian torture." My response was natural, how did she know? "A cowgirl knows things like that," was her answer. Finally, after a quarter of an hour we gave her some. She really needed it.

Next, Robert shot at Madeleine with his home-made bow and arrows (rubber-tipped arrows). With wide eyes, she begged for mercy. The arrows whizzed past at a safe distance, with a sigh of relief from the bound prisoner each time. The climax was a little riskier, but worth it.

We got my uncle's dart board from the house and lashed it in front of our prisoner's tummy with rope. We frightened Madeleine by making a great show of getting ready to throw darts at the board. When we really threw darts, it was from a distance of only about 2 metres (about 6 feet) and with very little force. All the darts either stuck quivering in the board or fell to the ground. Madeleine stirred herself up for the culmination of her act and once again pleaded "for her life".

By this time, Christine had lost interest in this game and had gone back into the house. Robert and I finally followed her, it was just too hot. Robert, however, still went outside every few minutes to check on Madeleine's bonds and to report back to me, inside, that to his disappointment, they were not shrinking. After Madeleine had been our prisoner

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:50:42 Est 1999

/... for about two and a half hours, I decided that was enough. I went outside to our perspiring white squaw and, to my surprise, she was gagged again and chewing energetically on the piece of cloth in her mouth.

 Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 00:52:16 Est 1999

Madeleine at the Stake (Part 8)

Robert had not been able to resist the temptation to put the gag (which she disliked) back on our helpless victim. Now it was definitely time to untie her. I fetched a knife and in less than 10 minutes, Madeleine was completely free and slumped away from the stake and into my arms.

The first thing she did was to have a drink. She was a bit cross with Robert for gagging her a second time and also with me because I had not properly kept an eye on her at the end. What could I say - that I found Robert's actions acceptable? Exhaustion got the better of her and early in the evening she fell asleep like a baby.

Jim (translation by Gillian)

Wed Mar 17 17:28:47 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Thanks Jim ( and our able translator Gillian ) for writing these two excellent and very enjoyable stories. I really enjoyed reading them.

Great stuff!

 mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Mar 17 18:57:22 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

KNOT PRACTISE - A KNOTTY GOOD TIME.

A tale how I got all tied up on one scout camp……………………

Part one.

When I was young, I was quite heavily involved in the Scouting movement where I made many good friends, some of whom I still catch up with on a regular basis. In fact it was one such friend, whom I shall call A who helped provide the inspiration for this story. We'd caught up with each other just before my overseas trip to the Philippines and in between downing a short one or two, spent some time rehashing our Scouting experiences. He teased me how they had tied me up but good one scout camp a long time ago. (How could I ever forget?) I'd never really forgotten that particular experience but A's joking really helped the memories come flooding back, particularly when he reminded me how he had instigated that incident.

I first met A in Cubs and it was around then a solid friendship was formed with him and his younger brother, T, with whom I still go fishing with on a regular basis. We graduated from Cubs to the Troop more or less at the same time. It was a great thrill for us, being presented with our new scarves and proper woggles. We were also presented a brand new Scouting knife in a leather sheath to signify our ascension into the ranks of the Boy Scouts. We were no longer the "littlies" - at last!

My Scout troop was especially active - we were lucky to have some truly great scout leaders, some of whom were absolute characters and genuinely loved the outdoors and scouting. It was an active and enthusiastic troop under their guidance - even the parents were heavily involved especially in fundraising and camp/hike logistics such as transport and provision of trailers/storage for all our assorted camping and hiking paraphernalia. With their enthusiasm, it was little wonder that we all quickly formed a great appreciation for the so-called great outdoors.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Mar 17 19:14:03 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part two

There is something about being in the bush that does much to calm the soul. We used to go on hikes lasting from two days to nearly a whole week. These took us through some staggeringly beautiful scenery in some of the most out-of-the-way spots deep in the bush or 'wilderness' as the Americans call it. Swimming in a icy cold snow-melt and crystal clear river on a blazing hot day beats hell out of splashing around at the local pool (the only real down side was the lack of young nubile babes to perve on.) People like PH will understand what I mean when I say that there is something almost hypnotic about gazing into a campfire with the flickering flames to keep you and your thoughts company after sundown, with the familiar noises of the bush around us.

The wildlife was amazing - in Australia, we have some of the most unique flora and fauna in the world. Kangaroos were a common sight as were the not so cuddly koala 'bears' - they have sharp claws as one scout leader found to his cost and a shredded jumper when he tried to pick one up - it went mental and he dropped it real quick to unsympathetic screams of laughter. Snakes were an ever-present hazard though no one ever got bitten - they were more scared of us than we were of them - though it was not an uncommon sight to see one sunning itself on some rock or near by the river or stream. Possums and generally friendly wombats were a regular nightly sighting - occasionally, they would be bold or tame enough to sneak up and grab food we held out for them then dash off to devour their prize.

The bush was also alive with the music of the bellbirds and their ubiquitous "tink tink," the raucous laughter of the kookaburras and the hauntingly beautiful songs of the shy and reclusive lyrebirds, so named for the lyre shape of their tail. We rarely if ever saw them - the only sign of their presence was their music. Huge wedgetailed eagles floated overhead on the search for prey.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:14:48 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part three

In between hiking, we also used to go camping on a regular basis. We went camping maybe once a month or so. It was then we generally took the opportunity to put what we had learnt into practise - particularly cookery and knot tying practise etcetera. It was generally on such camps that we had the chance to earn merit badges towards our Pioneer, Explorer badges.

Many of us became more than competent bush cooks - besides which, it is amazing how good food such as bacon, fish or chops can taste when cooked over a crackling campfire outdoors and not in the comfort of home. My theory is that it is not only the wood smoke that imparts such a wonderful flavour to the food but that the company and surroundings also have as much to do with it too.

There was also a heavy emphasis on knot tying - with a view to eventual construction of various structures on our Scout camps as well as earning various related badges. (now you know where I got my knot and rope skills from!) Flying foxes which is simply a piece of rope strung very tightly on a downwards slope from one fixed object such as a tree to another, carrying the rider beneath on a seat mounted beneath a pulley were enduringly popular if not especially challenging projects. It was easy to reach alarmingly high speeds… stopping was always a problem… One of the best was a 75 metre flying fox that took the rider down a steep slope and across a small lake at the bottom. However, most were much shorter. We also built 10 metre high wooden towers with a lookout platform on top.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:15:27 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part four

Our most ambitious and complicated project was the construction of a nearly 25 metre rope 'suspension' bridge with wooden supports at each end - it was an awesome sight. It was quite a feat of engineering and once finished, proved strong enough to support nearly the entire Troop. We built all these from nothing more complicated from wooden poles of varying lengths and seemingly a million feet of rope. The amount of rope and wooden poles we used to transport to our camps was really quite staggering especially if a major project was planned. Therefore, there was no lack of tying materials on hand……..

One particular long weekend, (with a public holiday attached on Monday) after arriving at our favourite camping destination and pitching our tents and constructing toilets and cooking facilities, we were finally given 'free time,' meaning we could now relax. During the football season, we often used that time to listen to the progress of the various games on the radio and bag each other depending if your team had won or not. Since my side, St.Kilda, also known as "The Saints" were perennial losers, almost permanently entrenched on the bottom of the ladder, I was generally on the wrong end of all the teasing. Jibes like, "Why don't you barrack for a GOOD side like so and so" were distressingly common. Therefore, when we did achieve one of our (very rare) wins, each victory was greeted by us long suffering fans as though we had won a premiership. Consequently, when we did win a game, I rarely showed the supporters of the losing side much mercy especially since I used to be on the receiving end so often.

It was one such win that was ultimately to prove my downfall.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:16:09 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part five

St.Kilda had somehow pulled off a famous as unexpected victory against all the odds against one of the then top-of-the-ladder sides and boy! - did I ever get stuck into them! At least for a little while, those supporters of said side wished they could be anywhere else but near me in the face of my crowing. At least five of my mates had the misfortune to barrack for the losing side and so there was no shortage of victims to tease. It was beautiful. (sigh) For once I was in 'Saintly' heaven and I was determined to make the most of it. I knew it might be a while before another opportunity presented itself.

In hindsight, I should have been smarter where I chose to tease them. We'd been standing quite near the large pile of ropes and poles dumped nearby in preparation for the next days activities. I also missed the looks they were giving each other. Somehow, they had reached a silent nonverbal agreement - Let's get him! I was being absolutely insufferable and they knew it. Even though it was all in good fun, they saw little humorous about it at the time. They were hurting from the bad loss and my teasing was serving only to rub salt into the wounds. I was so caught up in the rare thrill of victory to notice two of them edging around me, one on each side.

Suddenly they grabbed me and held me tight. "Hey what are you doing?" I yelled. Grinning, they surrounded me. Since they were both much bigger and stronger than I was, I had little chance of escape. I had this awful feeling that perhaps I'd shot off my mouth once too often…?

"Oh you'll find out," my good (?) friend, A said

'Yeah," another growled, "You talk too much shit - why don't you shut up? I can't stand all this b….t!"

"Don't worry!" yet another bloke smirked. "I reckon he'll be quiet soon enough…"

"Yeah," someone else loudly agreed while he made for the rope.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:17:03 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part six

From previous experience, I knew what they had in mind. I was going to be tied up. Probably gagged too. I began to struggle. (after all, it was expected of me, though I was secretly rejoicing that I was about to be tied up - I hoped they would do a good job) They held me tighter.

"Lets tie him up!" another voice exclaimed. Jokingly, "Since Mase enjoys being tied up so much!"

"Quick, get the rope!" someone said. Apprehensively, I watched while a couple of others bought over a pile of rope seemingly big enough to sink the Titanic. I struggled some more. They held onto me tighter and forced me over to a medium sized log on the ground near the rope and poles. It was about a foot and a half thick - comfortable seating height. My erstwhile mates made me sit on it while the rest of the troop approached, clearly delighted at my sudden discomfort and the equally unexpected entertainment they were about to receive. Additionally, many of them had been on the receiving end of my footy related taunts too and it seemed a good way to relieve the tedium of the afternoon. I could sense a clear lack of sympathy on their part. Since they were not about to be tied up as I so clearly was, they were taking a good deal of vicarious pleasure in my predicament.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:17:39 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part seven

Just to digress a moment, although my being tied up like that may seem non-consensual to some, it was in all actuality, not. While they had no idea how much I really enjoyed being tied up, I was seen to be a good sport for being able to take it as good as I dished it out. They knew I would not complain and would in fact, seek to obtain some kind of retribution later. This was understood and accepted so long it was not nasty or over the top. Tying each other up was all part and parcel of our various games and we did take care to ensure nobody got hurt. If the person (all too often myself!) who had been tied up was clearly in discomfort we would be quickly released. Also, if anyone absolutely objected to being tied up (and some did) we did not force the issue. Besides, the scout leaders were always around to prevent things getting out of hand.

My hands were pulled behind me and tightly bound together in that classic square lashing we used to bind poles together. I resigned myself to my 'fate' though I was secretly thrilling to the feel of the coarse brown hempen ropes looping, tightening and being knotted firmly behind me. I could not reach the knots. These guys were experts - escape was not only unlikely, it would be impossible. Our leaders had taught us all too well. Naturally, I struggled and complained loudly and generally provided wonderful entertainment for my laughing mates. My feet were just as quickly tied together - my knees followed next. They took care to cinch the bindings and knot everything out of reach.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:20:11 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part eight

Another couple of very long pieces of rope were produced by my grinning, gleeful mates. These were used to very tightly bind my arms to my side just below my shoulders and just above the elbows - the remainder went to lash my wrists that much more securely to my back, preventing anything much in the way of movement. Suddenly someone forced a (fortunately damp) cloth in my mouth and secured it there by tightly cleave gagging me several times with a spare scarf conveniently lying to hand - my own! After carefully cinching my binds and checking the tightness of the knots, they withdrew and began laughing. Even the scout leaders had a good laugh at my expense once they were satisfied nothing untoward was going on. It was only moments before the immortal cliche was uttered, "There, get out of that."

I glared at them as best as I could while covertly relishing the feel of the tight ropes lashing my hands, arms and feet together. I was quite securely and tightly tied up and loving every moment of it - but no way I was going to let on - it would have been just too humiliating if anyone had ever found out how much I was enjoying all this. I was VERY glad I had been seated on that log - just how much I was enjoying my bondage was all too obvious below. I could feel it and I was thankful no one could see. I 'mmmph'd' and happily struggled in my ropes, ostensibly trying to get free, as much for their entertainment but also as much for my own pleasure.

They laughed some more and dispersed, leaving me to my own devices. I didn't even bother trying to escape. The ropes had been too well tied and knotted - besides, I was not going to give them the satisfaction. Ok, so I'll be honest - I didn't want to escape anyway. I wanted to be tied up like this for just about as long as possible.

If only they had known that they were doing me a FAVOUR…
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:21:39 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Part nine

My mates sat around me and generally kept me company while they yakked on about this and that but they made no move to untie me for quite a while.

It was to be a good hour and a half before I was finally released - just before dinner was to be served. I could not help feeling a profound sense of disappointment as my mates laughingly released me. It would have been sooner but the defiant look on my face told the tale all too clearly - "I may be tied up right now but we still won the footy!" So there. I could only wish that my side would win more frequently so I could be tied up more often!

It wasn't the longest I had ever been tied up but it still ranks as one of my more enjoyable and memorable experiences.
 
 

Wed Mar 17 19:25:45 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Over to you now, Marzena!

 mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Mar 17 08:03:14 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1999

JW: your story was moved to the offtopic page.  Sorry, I only accept stories where the participants consent to get tied up.  Canuck100

JW
jwillie4@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 18 11:00:01 Ora solare Europa occidentale 1999

What a nice place! I really enjoyed it. I would like to e-mail with women interested in love bondage in italian (my english is not so good). Are there any italians here?

ciao

 Cyber
cyb_doom@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 18 08:19:50 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1999

Canuck100 - sorry for the inappropriate posting. Nice site here -keep up the good work.

 John
jwillie4@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 18 11:00:49 EST 1999

You said that you had another story of tieing upyor mom that you were going to be posting on Saint Patty's day. I'm hoping to see that story soon.

 Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 18 12:48:36 EST 1999

Dudalb, I was referring to you in the above post. I guess I can't type and carry on a work phone conversation after all.

 Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com

I see that my comment about this page getting repetitive was removed. But really, the stuff that's been posted since bears it out. All three stories are interminably long and deadly boring.

 Jeanette
fetishdoll@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 18 14:55:18 EST 1999

Jeanette,

I think the people who come here regulary disagree with you. Perhaps you should be looking for a different kind of forum that is more to your taste instead of trying to get us to change the posting style that has characterized this forum in order to please you.

 Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com

The point is that I used to find many of the posts here interesting. I think the thing has become bogged down in its own cliches.

 Jeanette
fetishdoll@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 18 17:58:50 CST 1999

Jeanette, while I can understand that you might be getting tired of the site, it was set up with a specific theme in mind, which can be found at the top of the page. In the event you are tired of this theme, you might want to try another site. Personally, I think this sight is great and rather unique besides. If there are any major cliches involved in it, I sure haven't noticed them.

 Dorren

Thu Mar 18 08:13:13 EST 1999

Repetative?! ROFL. Sorry Jeanette, but that's incredibly funny. I personally find nothing repetative about this site. Yes, all stories are about Childhood tie-up games (DUH), and so I guess from that point of view it would be repetative, but after all, that's the point of this site so I personally would not look at that as repetative. Also, I see very few similarities in the last few stories. You said that they were drawn out and boring I do believe. If I am correct...then I begin to wonder if this is truly the kind of site you are looking for...
 

Just my 2 cents...though it's not even worth that much.

And Hey Canuck, if you move this discussion, please just delete this comment.

 WHSRocket

Fri Mar 19 06:47:45 1999

I have a story that would be interesting to those who read this site although it does contain some things that would be inappropriate. How can I go about posting to the off-topic area? Or should I just post it here and let Canuck move it later?

valerie
valgal969@aol.com

Fri Mar 19 06:53:19 1999

Oh, sorry one other question. when do people uses Bob857's chat room? I know I was told there were a few times when some of you met there. Could you repost that I would like to meet there also.

 Val
valgal969@aol.com

Fri Mar 19 14:50:29 UTC+0100 1999

Val (and others who would like to join the chat)

The chatroom (at Bob's page) is normally in use on Thursday and Saturday from 10:00 PM (= 22:00) GMT (UK time) onwards, but on the other days of the week, at the same time, there might also be somebody around.

Lately there have been a number of new people in the chatroom, so feel free to join in.

The URL for the page is: http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857

FH
working.man@iname.com

Fri Mar 19 22:02:23 UTC 1999

Bob's site has gone! Please go to Royler's chatroom for the Friday chat!

Usual time - 2200 GMT but at the URL below.

 Gillian B
http://members.tripod.com/~Royler/Chat.htm

Fri Mar 19 17:51:03 EST 1999

Val, what I would suggest is that you either post your story on another webpage (perhaps make your own), and give us the link to it (with a warning for younger people), or that you e-mail Canuck the story...

My 2 cents

 WHSRocket

hi everybody

couple of things,

re Jeanettes's remarks and the reaction to them

this page caters to several different tastes.
if you have to scroll through one or two multiple section stories that don't appeal to you, while looking for ones that do, it gets pretty frustrating.

i have several memory fragments of childhood events that i have used as source material for stories. medical problems have sort of messed up the long term memory, so i tried to weave the fragments that seemed connected into, hopefully, coherent stories.

when i copied them and tried to post them here, they turned into the most awful mess you have ever seen.

anybody interested can find them at

http://www.angelfire.com.mn/maddsogsw/index.html

jay
http://www.angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com

Sat Mar 20 01:45:49 UTC 1999

Bob's site seems to be accessible again (may have been a fault with Tripod).

I suggest therefore that Saturday night chat should be at Bob's chatroom:

http://members.tripod.com/files/Authors/Bob/www857/chat.htm

with Royler's as fallback:

http://members.tripod.com/~Royler/Chat.htm

Time 2200 GMT as usual

That's 1700 EST, 1400 PST and you can work the rest out!

 Gillian B

Sun Mar 21 00:49:33 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Bobs chatroom is working just fine. I tested it a few minutes ago. ( alas, no one in at the time )

 mason

Sat Mar 20 20:01:32 Arabian Standard Time 1999

Part 1
One day Karen, Paul, Jenny, Louise and myself were round at my friend Emma's house. We were bored stupid so we devised a good game we could play. Paul I were wearing white sports tops and shorts, Jenny was wearing black bycicle shorts and a white tank top, Emma was wearing a red sleeveless top and red shorts, Karen was wearing cut off jeans and a white sleeveless top and Louise was dressed the same as Karen. We had decided to form into two teams and play an advanced form of 'cops and robbers' we called it 'SWAT and terrorists' I think. Emma, Karen and myself were the SWAT team assigned to arrest Jenny, Paul and Louise who were terrorists. We got out our water pistols, handcuffs (plastic ones) and rope. The SWAT team then went downstairs and the rest hid. We then came in and looked for them. The idea was that we had to arrest the bad guys and take them to the shed and the others had to kidnap us and exchange us for captured 'BROTHERS.' We all stuck together at first and easily arrested Louise, I was assigned to drag her to the shed. There, I decided to have some fun with the handcuffs. First I shackled her wrists to the arms of a chair, then I handcuffed her feet together. Oh by the way, we were all barefoot as per usual. She was slightly worried by what I was doing and was shocked when I lifted her bound feet and tickled them, and Louise is very ticklish!

Scott
kman1@emirates.net

Sat Mar 20 18:57:25 UTC+0100 1999

Hello. Nice work.
Just one question (I am Italian, you see)...
What exactly is a "wedgie"?
Thank you!
- Andy.

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sat Mar 20 14:23:30 1999

Andy from Italy: A "wedgie" is when somebody pulls your underware up your butt, while you're wearing them. Quite uncomfortable (if you like it, you're gay). The proper American response to a wedgie is a right hook to the person's jaw, or a shot to the nads (my trademark move. Makes ANY guy drop). And that concludes today's lesson.

 Zorro

Sat Mar 20 15:45:39 EST 1999

That's what I like about this board. It's so educational! ;-)

 Bullwinkle

Sat Mar 20 23:18:45 UTC+0100 1999

Thank you Zorro.
- Andy.

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Hi again everybody

This a blind post, webtv won't let me past the middle of mason's boy scout story, so i have no idea what is going on now

i guess my last post made it though, because my hit counter has really moved.

thanx to all the people that have visited my story page, comments would be greatly welcomed

If anyone has tried to contact me at the angelfire address, i apologize for it not working, no idea why

i have changed to my webtv address, it works

if dublab has posted his next mother story, i would really appreciate it if someone could send it to me, that way i won't have to wait for the next archive to see it

i have a couple of stories that the good posters on the babysitter's page have sent me, i'll check with them and see if i may add them to my page

keep those good stories coming

tried to get into the chat room, not 'java enabled'

best wishes

jay
http://www.angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
john708@webtv.net

Sun Mar 21 13:48:22 CST 1999

Glad to hear that both Bob's site and his chatroom are still working fine, I got a little nervous there for a moment. Good story, Scott! Is there going to be a part 2? Well, once again, thanks to everyone for all the great stories!

 Dorren

Sun Mar 21 22:28:48 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Wanda the spy. Part 1
When I was around fifteen or so, I got a chance to play a tie up game with my next door neighbor. Her name was Wanda. She was older than me, (she just got her learners permit.) we were sitting around her pool, just talking. She had on a pink one-piece swimsuit, me, your standard blue swim trunks.
One of the James Bond movies was playing, and the two of us were talking about it.
"Who cares about all that spy stuff," Wanda said, "I'd like to be the girl."
"I'd like to be the villain." I said thinking quickly. Wanda turned from her side onto her back and stretched her hands over her head. She looked great as she drew her body out on the aluminum and green webbed lounge. I stood up and clamped my hands over her wrists, pinning them down on the metal frame.
"Your going to tell me what you know of my operation." I said in my most dastardly voice.
"Your not going to tie me up are you?" Her brown eyes told me yes. With my right hand, I reached into my imaginary pocket and pulled out some imagined paralyzing Mist. After 'spraying' her with it, I ran into the garage.
When I came back with some lengths of clothesline, she was still splayed out with her hands over her head, and her shapely legs outstretched. (She truly was a site that July afternoon!) Quickly, I tied her wrists separately to each corner of the aluminum frame. Finished, I stood back to admire her test the binding.
"It's not to tight, is it?"
"No," Wanda confirmed, "but I thought villains wanted their prisoners tied tightly?"
"Well, I guess I'm a nice villain." I said as I continued to drink in her squirming pink form.

max cuff

Sun Mar 21 22:31:31 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Wanda the spy part 2
Her foot reached out and tried to kick me.
"Hey!' I said, "You're under the paralyzing spray." I said as I moved out of the way so that she could not hit me.
"It must be wearing off." I 'sprayed' her long legs again, then quickly grabbed her slender ankles, and bound them together. I walked around several times before settling on another chair next to her. I really didn't quite know what to do next. (however, now that I'm older…sigh.)
I'll never tell you what I know of your operation!" Wanda was defiant! I was loving every minute of it. I know she was too.
Sadly, it was about this time when her Dad came home from work. And I had to quickly untie her.
"That was fun." She told me as she stood up and tied a towel around her hips. "To bad your Dad came home so soon." I said as I neatly coiled the rope.
"We'll have to play this again." Wanda said as she grabbed the rope out of my hands and headed for the house.
We played several games over the years, let me know if you want to hear of more.
Max

max cuff

Mon Mar 22 19:01:14 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

I would like to hear the rest of Scott's story which he has either not finished or has been cut off.

I'll post the next part of my story next saturday.

 James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Mon Mar 22 21:24:26 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Max,

Yes please! I would like to read more stories from yourself. And I know the others who come here would too. What happened the next time you got to tie up Wanda?

mason

Mon Mar 22 23:43:16 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Wanda the spy; Part 3
Wanda and I were sitting around her pool, and we were laughing about our first 'adventure,' pool side.
"We should do that again." Wanda said as she turned on her side. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off of her pink one piece swimsuit.
"Yeah, it would be fun," I said into her brown eyes, "but we need someplace a bit more secluded." Wanda thought about this as she casually brushed her shoulder length hair back off her face.
"How about the school?" I smacked the palm of my hand on my forehead. "The jungle gyms and athletic fields would be great!"
"Don't forget about the woods and trails." I stood up quickly. "Let's go." I grabbed her arm and practically pulled her off the deck furniture.
After a quick stop at my parents garage for some clothesline, we arrived at the elementary school playground. In our haste, I was still wearing my blue swim trunks and black converse sneakers. Wanda still had her swimsuit and matching pink flip-flops.
"Where should we begin?" She asked. I wasn't sure. I looked nervously about. (I didn't want a prime moment like this to slip away!) "I guess I should tie you up while I'm thinking."
"Okay." Wanda turned her back on me and crossed her wrists behind her. As I stood there tying them, I took in her shoulders, they were the same width as her hips. Her suit was a deep scoop in the back. Four straps anchored along the top of the fabric which was below mid-back. The four straps then formed into two. With each one going over it's respective shoulder. Once I had her wrists tied securely, I spun her around so that she was facing me. "That's not to tight, is it?" I asked as she fidgeted with the rope.
"No. It feels fine." I was in love.

max cuff

Mon Mar 22 23:44:52 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Wanda the spy; Part 4
So there we stood, me in my swim trunks, her in her swimsuit with her hands tied tightly behind her back. She fell right into character.
"You'll never make me talk!" She said as she stood before me, defiantly placing her slender legs in a menacing stance. She would bend slightly, from time to time, at the waist as she continued to try and loosen her bonds. Seeing the slide, I got an idea.
"If you don't tell me what I want to know, the consequences will be most unpleasant!" (I was really getting into this villain stuff!) "Never!" Wanda said in between giggles. I led her over to the base of a giant slide on the school playground. "My piranha fish are hungry! You would make a tasty morsel!" I said to her motioning at the dirt depression where thousands of hungry fish swam in our imagination. "Do your worst!" Was her response.
I led her around to the steps that led up the slide. The steps weren't really a 'ladder,' but more like stairs. I asked her if this was okay, Wanda said yes. I asked her if she wanted to be untied as I was going to have her go up. She looked at the steps and said it wasn't that steep. I stayed very close behind her, just to make sure.
As we made our way to the top, I asked her to sit with her back to the slide. I then tied her ankles together. Then I swiveled her around on her rump so that her legs were pointing down the slide. She continued to struggle, and giggle.
"My piranha will enjoy a fine meal, unless you tell me what I want to know!"
"You cannot harm me!" Wanda shot back, "when I get free, I'm taking you in!"
"Ahh, but you have to get free first." She continued to try and work the ropes loose, both her ankles as well as her wrists. I grabbed her shoulders from behind and laid her flat on the slide. Her brown eyes looked up at me. "What am I to do?" She said in her best 'perils of Pauline' voice.
To be continued
Max Cuff

max cuff
 

Tue Mar 23 02:42:45 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Good story, Max Cuff! Can't wait for the ending to your cliffhanger. I hit "Reload" twice just to make sure you're not online right now posting. I'm about to post the conclusion of my story from Feb. And so, without further ado...

Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Tue Mar 23 02:47:16 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(1 of 11)
In the summer of 1976, when I was eleven years old, I spent three weeks with my cousins at my Aunt Jean's house. My cousins--Donna (12) and Shirley (10)--played a series of bondage games between themselves and the neighboring kids: Becca (13) and her brother Jim (11), as well as Karen (12). This is the second half of a story I posted in the February archive, so I shall pick up from where we left off (if you wish to get "the whole story", then check out my post in the Feb archive before proceeding).
We were playing a bondage game over at Karen's house, with her as the captor, when everything was put on hold once her caretaker came over. This sweet old woman stayed for about half an hour and wound up making lunch for all of us. We listened respectfully--but with great amusement--to her concerned lecture about the evils of going barefoot, and how we should never do this, since our parents went through the expense of buying us shoes. I got a special lecture from her about how it wasn't "gentlemanly" for a nice young man like myself to go shirtless. We all politely nodded our heads and pretended to agree with her like a bunch of angelic suburban cherubs.
Then, once she was gone, we dove right back into our bondage game.
Karen had the bright idea to bind our ankles while we all sat at the kitchen table. Our hands would be left free so we could finish the remnants of our lunch and drinks--but Karen just wanted to tie our ankles to prevent, in her words, "anybody from bolting."

Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Tue Mar 23 02:52:46 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(2 of 11)
Since we were her willing captives, we simply shrugged and offered our feet to be tied when she came around to each of us. Like everyone else, my ankles were snugly bound together with clotheslines rope in a criss-cross fashion. Once all of her captives' feet were securely bound, Karen sat down to enjoy the rest of her lunch--
--until her caretaker strolled into the kitchen once more. The old darling had brought over chocolate chip cookies for all of us.
While the rest of us stared in numb shock, Becca--after an initial giggle that she quickly stifled--resumed eating as if nothing was wrong. As Karen quickly got up to help her caretaker set out the cookies, I had noticed that those of us with bound ankles kept their legs firmly under the table.
At least until Becca--with a mischievous glint in her eye--said, "Oh, Karen, do you need any help?"
Karen stared at Becca as if she'd just grown a horn on her forehead, then frantically shook her head.
"Are you sure?" Becca asked. And, so help me, Becca actually swung sideways in her seat--as if to get up--and deliberately exposed her bound ankles. Poor Karen actually went pale at this.
But Karen's caretaker said she would leave the cookies on the counter so we could help ourselves after lunch. Karen glared at Becca as she added, "Yeah, so stay where you are!"
"Very well, then," Becca said as she swung her tied legs back under the table.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 02:57:41 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(3 of 11)
After reminding us that, if we needed anything, to just give her a call, Karen's caretaker left us with a cheery "Have fun!"
After retrieving some rope, Karen bound Becca's hands behind the back of her chair.
"Well, at least we don't have to clean up," Becca muttered just before Karen gagged her with a fresh strip of tape. Then, Karen brought the cookies over to us, and we proceeded to eat them in front of a bound and gagged Becca--who gave us all hard looks and made muffled growling noises at us under her gag (I'm sure this was pay back from Karen for her little act with the caretaker). We didn't eat them all on her; Becca had more than enough to take home later.
Once desert was finished, Karen tied Donna and Shirley's hands in the same fashion as Becca's. However, when she came to me, Karen chose to secure my hands behind the back of my chair with the same pair of handcuffs she used earlier on me (see Feb post for details). When I asked why was she still using the cuffs only on me, Karen said, "Because you're the boy!"
Karen bent down to untie both of Donna and Shirley's ankles; once their feet were free, she escorted my cousins down the hall and into the guest bedroom. George, always the enthusiastic observer at these functions, eagerly followed them.
I was left alone with Becca in the kitchen. Becca started saying something under her gag, but it was really nothing more than muffled gibberish. Perhaps realizing that I couldn't understand her, she rolled her eyes, then proceeded to kick my legs with her bound feet.
I was about to ask what her problem was--until it occurred to me that she might have been asking about the handcuff key she slipped to me earlier when she first arrived.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:03:15 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(4 of 11)
I still had the key...but there was a problem. "The key is in the back pocket of my shorts," I whispered to her. "But I can't reach it like this." The solid chair back was in my way, and the handcuffs didn't offer enough of slack for me to reach the pocket.
Becca just let out a disappointed groan under her gag and slumped in her chair. After about twenty minutes, Karen returned with George in tow. George made a big show of guarding us with a water pistol while Karen untied our ankles. Then, once our feet were free, we were led down the hallway by our captors.
Karen brought Becca and me into her bedroom, where she made me take a seat on the bed. Becca was forced to lie down on the rug at my feet. Karen bent down and bound Becca's ankles together, then tied her knees together. Becca let out a muffled grunt when Karen wrapped a length of rope around her waist, pinning her already bound arms to her sides. Karen had an oddly serene look on her face while she tied Becca up; she was obviously enjoying this. And George was so enthralled he apparently forgot I was even there. Which was just as well, because I was busy pulling the handcuff key out of my back pocket. I kept it hidden in my right hand, which I had tightly clenched into a fist.
Once Becca was securely bound on the floor, Karen stood up and stared thoughtfully at me. Her first action was to gag me with a strip of duct tape--actually, it was more like several strips which overlaid each other, covering the lower face of my face. Then she gently pushed me so that I laid back on the bed. I laid sideways so I wouldn't be lying on my cuffed hands. The row of stuffed animals Karen had lined up in front of her pillows cheerfully stared at me like the bizarre audience at some demented game show.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:08:55 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(5 of 11)
Karen then got up on the bed and sat cross-legged next to me, still gazing at me with a faraway look in her eyes. Then she abruptly took out her key and unshackled my hands from the toy handcuffs. I was told to lay across the bed, in a face-down position, which I did. I made sure I laid close enough to the edge so I could see Becca lying on the floor.
Karen asked George to give her the pile of rope on the floor. Once he gave it to her, Karen bound my hands together at the wrists behind my back. I kept the hand which held the handcuff key tightly clenched into a fist, although it was of little help--now that my hands were bound with rope! Karen tied my ankles together, double-tying them like she did with my wrists. My knees were tied, then Karen wrapped another length of rope around my bare torso--roughly at elbow level on my arms. I braced myself for the inevitable hog-tie, but Karen instead sat down next to me on the mattress with a content look on her face. She reached down and tickled my feet, and I let out a little growl under my gag. She grinned broadly at me.
All of us were startled by a blast of thunder from outside. It suddenly occurred to me that it had been getting a little darker than was normal during a summer's afternoon. Karen abruptly got off of the bed and casually stepped right over a bound Becca on the floor. Taking George's hand, Karen let him out of the room.
For her part, Becca started struggling and writhing around on the rug in a vain attempt to free herself. She even let out little grunts and groans under her gag. I have to admit, this was a sight to behold. Becca didn't hold anything back, and her earnest performance, combined with an actual thunder storm, only added to the mood of the bondage game.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:15:00 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(6 of 11)
I even got into the act by testing my own bonds. And while I was no longer bound with handcuffs, I found the ropes to be just as effective. After a few minutes, both Becca and I ceased our struggles and we just laid there, staring at each other in the dimness, which was briefly illuminated every now and then by a flash of lightning from the windows.
I found myself getting into the spirit of the game by wondering what did Karen want with us. Now that we were helplessly tied and gagged in her dark castle, what horrors awaited us? (I made sure to avoid looking at Karen's stuffed animals behind me; the mere sight of which would easily shatter my carefully woven fantasy).
After another ten minutes, George returned alone with a grim look on his face. George actually climbed onto the bed and started picking at the knots which bound my wrist! I swore to myself that I would buy this heroic little tyke whatever he wanted (at least within reason) the next time we were at the candy store.
However, before he could get the knot loose, Karen stormed into the room. "George," she screamed, "pick a side and stay on it!"
"WHAT?!" George cried indignantly, as he promptly stopped untying my hands and got off the bed. "I was stopping him," he feebly added, knowing his cover was blown. "Doug was trying to escape...."
But Karen simply shook her head as she walked past him and bent down next to the bound Becca. I saw that Karen had what appeared to be scarves in her hand. She blindfolded Becca with one of them, then stood up and came over to me.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:20:06 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(7 of 11)
With just the faintest hint of a smile, Karen carefully folded the remaining scarf, then blindfolded me with it.
"Come on, George," Karen said, making sure she was loud enough me to hear, "let's go check on your sisters!"
I wish I could say that they were gone, but it was hard to tell. Karen and George were barefoot, like us, so I couldn't hear their footsteps. I did hear Becca grunting and groaning under her gag again, and I sorely wished I could watch her struggling, because it was a very stimulating sight, to say the least.
If I wasn't sure at first if I was alone, it soon became obvious that I had company when I felt someone discreetly climbing onto the bed. I had a strong feeling it was Karen.
She appeared to be doing her best not to let me know that she was there, but I could feel the weight of her body as she sat down on the mattress next to me.
Although it obviously had to be Karen, it took everything I had to keep my imagination from going wild. After all, it was still a down right creepy sensation to be helplessly lying there, bound, gagged and blindfolded, while someone--or something--sat down beside me. I imagined every form of supernatural beast that ever walked, stalked or crawled, and figured it had probably hunched down beside me. I felt very exposed and vulnerable, and I inadvertently started to struggle against my bonds. When that didn't help, I instinctively tried to make myself as small a target as possible by pulling my legs up. While doing this, my bound feet brushed up against Karen's leg, and I actually heard her let out a sharp gasp. Then it was my turn to be startled when she grabbed my legs by the ropes binding my ankles and held them down.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:25:43 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(8 of 11)
I heard Karen mutter something I couldn't make out. Then she pulled my bound legs over to my left (I was still lying on my stomach), and I felt another cord of rope slip vertically over the bonds on my ankles. It didn't take me long to realize that Karen had secured my bound feet to one of the foot post of her bed.
For one thing, I was relieved that it was simply Karen and not some beastie from the bog out to make a snack out of an eleven year old boy. I was even grateful when she touched my bare shoulder and pushed me over so that I was lying on my right side. There was another low, rumbling boom of thunder in the distance as she yanked my blindfold up and asked, "Are you ok?"
I nodded. A quick glance at the surroundings further reassured me that the only monsters lurking about were those in my imagination. I looked down and saw that Karen had, indeed, secured my feet to one of the foot post. All I could see of Becca from where I now lay were her bound bare feet, which swung up into view every now and then while she continued the fight to free herself from her bonds.
With a smile, Karen held up the handcuff key and said, "You dropped something."
I let out a groan under my gag. In my panic, I completely forgot I still held it in my hand, and it must have fallen out.
Karen placed the key in the pocket of her shorts and pulled the blindfold back down over my eyes again. I lost track of how long I laid there with Karen sitting quietly beside me. It certainly felt like it was longer than the usual half hour of bondage.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:31:14 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(9 of 11)
The silence was broken only by the occasional blast of thunder--which grew louder as the storm approached. Then, I abruptly felt the mattress shake as Karen climbed off the bed.
Again, it's hard to hear footsteps when everybody was barefoot, but after a long while, I heard the distinct, incessant chatter of girls talking excitedly. Like the storm, this wild conversation grew louder as the girls approached the bed. Then it suddenly ceased when I heard Donna clearly say, "No, no, leave him tied! Just take off his blindfold."
My blindfold was removed by Shirley, and I found myself staring up at Donna, who cried, "Look out, Doug! The animals escaped from the zoo!"
I didn't know what the hell she was talking about--until I saw both her and Shirley reaching for the row of stuffed animals which shared the bed with me.
I let out a groan under my gag as I was "attacked" by this stuffed menagerie. A crocodile and a teddy bear--each held by Donna--converged on my stomach while something that looked like a lama and another bear--each controlled by Shirley--attacked my neck and face. My cousins even made the necessary growling and biting sounds during this assault.
While I weathered this the best I could, Karen had been untying Becca. And as soon as the latter was freed, they both grabbed the remaining animals and joined the fray. Becca didn't even bother to remove her blindfold; it hung limply from her neck while her stuffed dog "nibbled" at my feet.
I couldn't even raise my bound legs to my stomach to protect myself, so I simply gave in and burst into laughter under my gag--which, thankfully, Karen soon removed, so I could laugh more freely. I have to say that this situation wasn't all that terrible for me to endure.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:36:40 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(10 of 11)
This craziness continued until George ran into the room and screeched, "She's coming back!!! She's walking up to the front door!!!"
The girls froze above me, each staring wide-eyed at each other as they dropped their respective animals. So now I at least knew where George was during all this time: Karen had recruited him for sentry duty, to keep watch for her caretaker.
"Get him untied," Karen said curtly as she quickly got off the bed and ran out of the room.
Between Donna, Shirley and Becca, I must have been untied in the fastest amount of time humanly possible. I was completely free except for my ankles, which had three separate knots--two binding them together, with the last one fastening them to the bed post--when I heard Karen chatting pleasantly in the hall with her caretaker.
I tried to lean forward to help, but Becca actually shoved me back down while she moved in to aid Donna and Shirley. Fortunately, once Karen had intercepted her caretaker in the hallway, she managed to stall the woman. As soon as my feet were finally free, the girls, George and I all plastered our best smiles onto our faces and ran out to join Karen and her caretaker.
The caretaker had just wanted to see how we were faring during this terrible storm. And she chided us once again for having gone barefoot, because now the streets were completely drenched, and our poor little feet would get all wet when we went home later.
"Looks like they're all trapped here," Karen said--rather pointedly, I might add. She was really taking her role as our captor to heart.

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:41:54 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(11 of 11)
We assured her that we were fine, but she remained with us, anyway. And that effectively ended the bondage game. Fortunately for us, she never bothered to look in either the guest bedroom or Karen's bedroom, or else she would have seen the miles of rope strewn about--which we never had a chance to clear away.
Yet it was much later, when we were all casually sprawled around in the living room, watching TV (with the caretaker busy cleaning the house), that Becca stared at me in shock, then she reached up to touch her neck. Then I realized with equal shock that both Becca and I still had our blindfolds hanging from around our necks--which Karen's caretaker could have plainly seen. But if the woman did see the scarves, she never said a word.
One other note: Out of her four captives, Karen only blindfolded Becca and myself. She never blindfolded Donna and Shirley while they were tied up in the guest room. I remember Donna and Shirley giving Karen hell for that, taunting her with the question: "What were you doing that you didn't want Doug and Becca to see?"
Karen ignored this by pretending to watch TV, but I could see her face was as red as a lobster. She never did answer that question. Of course we played more bondage games that week. The next one was sprung on all of us by Becca, who had a few scores to settle. That will be posted next time. As always, thanks for reading.
Doug

Doug

Tue Mar 23 03:47:50 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

And that's that. Mason, glad to have you back. Hope you enjoyed your vacation. And Scott, I enjoy your stories. Please keep on posting.

 Doug
Knot_buster@hotmail.com

Tue Mar 23 23:29:45 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Doug,

That was a great story, I enjoyed it.

BTW, why don't u drop by in the chatroom one day for a chat? And, yes, I did enjoy my holiday - the worst part was as ever, saying goodbye. Parting is such sweet sorrow.......

mason

Tue Mar 23 11:46:18 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Max, that was great!!! Don't wait too long to tell us other stories

Clark

Tue Mar 23 20:48:33 Arabian Standard Time 1999

Part two
About five minutes afterwards Karen came in. Emma had been captured and Karen suggested we trade. I disagreed and began to un-cuff Louise, I then cuffed her hands behind her back, Karen then gagged her for me and we went back inside, we cautiously went into the house and searched the bottom floor. Then we checked the basement, the only place left was upstairs. We dragged Loise over to the foot of the large staircase and called to the others offering a trade, Karen was stunned but followed my instructions. Eventually Paul and Jenny emerged at the top with Emma. Her hands were bound behind her back and then had been pinned to her body along with her elbows. Her ankles had obviously been left before but had been released so as she could be exchanged. The two captives then began to move towards their friends, I threw up Louise's key and waited. The two 'bad guys' the lowered their guns (and fell into my trap) as soon as Emma and Louise were out the way I squirted the others with my water pistol. I hit them which ment they had now been captured. Swearing they raised their hands. We then went to them and handcuffed their hands behind their back. We then led them, into one of the bedrooms. We then secured them all to chairs with rope, tying their ankles together and then binding them to the handcuffs. We then tickled them. Emma done the most and Karen was more interested in putting ice on their feet

Scott

Tue Mar 23 21:02:31 Arabian Standard Time 1999

Part three
The torture continued for ages, they were beginning to turn red when we released the, .It was mid day by then and Emma's neighbour was to come by to make us lunch so we had to stop. And anyway, they were in no condition to continue playing.

Scott

Tue Mar 23 19:25:12 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Wanda the spy; Part 5
I lowered her shoulders down onto the cold shiny steel slide. "Such a waste!" I said twirling an imaginary mustache. Wanda, in her pink one piece, continued to struggle in a vain attempt to free her ankles and wrists.
"Oh my!" Was all Wanda could say. (Still using her 'Perils of Pauline' voice.) I gave her a gentle shove and you she slid towards the [imaginary,] piranha! She arched her back to free her wrists. When she did this her sliding stopped! After 'hanging' like that, her back must have tired, 'cause she flattened out. When she did she slid some more, prompting a squeal in-between giggles! She quickly arched her back which stopped her slide. (I had created my own conveyor belt of doom On the grade school playground!)
"My piranha are awaiting you my dear!"
"I will never tell you what I know of your planned gold theft!' Wanda said this In between giggles and the sound of skin skidding along the slide. I climbed down from the top of the slide and watched her from ground level. She continued her start/stop, progression down the slide! It was great! As she got closer, she tried 'wedging,' her body and legs against the sides of the slide. All she accomplished was her flip-flops coming off her feet as she inched towards the bottom. I noticed that when she used her now bare feet to stop, she laughed uncontrollably.
"I thought super spies were impervious to tickling?"
"I think I skipped that part of the training!" Wanda said as she slipped a few more inches towards the bottom. Wanda was now more than half way down the slide. She lifted her head up to look and see how far she was from the end.
"Oh please dastardly villain," she tried one final struggling fury to try and escape, "can't you spare me from being eaten alive?" She slid another foot and stopped. I lightly grabbed one of her toes. She squealed in delight and drew her legs up sharply.
"Hmm, lets see."
To be continued.
Max

max cuff

Tue Mar 23 19:26:24 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Hi!
I guess I should introduce myself. I've been a big fan of this site for some time. I posted a short adventure about a month ago, but I thought it was time for something with a bit more 'meat,' as it were.
Over the years I've been able to amass several stories of bondage fantasy/role-play. And I thought I would share some of those with you. Just as I've been enjoying all of yours.
When 'Wanda the spy' concludes, there is more of Wanda to come. As well as some other ladies from college and beyond…
I am also creating my own fictional heroines who manage to get themselves into one peril after another.
I'd like to thank Mason, Doug, and Clark for their words of encouragement. I'll continue to post as long as my stories entertain.
Why? 'Cause that what these stories are for, entertainment. I'm not a rotten person, nor am I on a work release program from the state pen! Just your average guy, who likes consensual fun.
Thanks
Max

max cuff

Tue Mar 23 20:30:29 EST 1999

Great stories Doug, Max, Mason, Zorro, and anyone I forgot. I love coming to this site! Zorro, we're gonna need some explanation for your story, so please finish it quick and explain what the heck happenend. And Max, just a warning, this site is specifically geared toward "Childhood/Teenhood" tie-up. In other words, I'm not entirly sure that all audiences would approve of your college stories. Of course, you're more than welcome to go to Canuck's college page and post there (I know it needs more posting!) with your college stoires.

My 2¢

 WHSRocket

Hi All, I've been a fan for a while now, so I thought I would share a few stories. When I was about 16, my mom had a summer luncheon with her friends, and their children ,(mostly daughters around 13, 14) My sister was that age as well. I had many different games to get the girls involved in a game where i could tie them up. This time I suggested a haunted house in our basement, but would need a victim. I choose Stacy, she was blonde, athletic (cheerleader & gymnast). She was dressed in a shorts outfit with a bikini underneith. I led her to the basement, where i told her she would be tied up. Stacy agreed, I had tied her up in the past and she seemed to enjoy it. I asked her is she would mind taking off her outfit s oI could use it as a decoy when the others came looking for her.

Stacy agreed, and took of her shorts outfit, and white keds. She stood in my basement in a really cute bikini. The top tied around her neck and back, and the bottoms were just below her hips. She had very shapely legs, and her breasts were just beggining to develop. I first blindfolded her, and then stood her against the support pole in the basement. I took her wrists and tied them behind the pole with some rope. Stacy looked really good, looking back I wished I would have tied her hands above her head. Next, I moved to her ankels. I moved her shapely soft legs together, holding her ankels together I took some phone cord, and tied her ankels to the pole. She really seemed to be enjoying this, And I loved admiring the 14 yr old in a bikini tied to a pole in my basement. I began to tickle her waist, and Stacy began to squirm, and struggle. She looked so great!!!

That's all for now, let me know what you think.

Clark

Wed Mar 24 20:16:08 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Great story Doug, Max, Zorro, Scott, Mason! Clark, i thought that you could've been a little more descriptive in your writing.

Anyway, i'm thinking of starting up a site of my own for these kind of stories. What do you guys and gals think of the idea??

 James

Wed Mar 24 09:49:45 Eastern Standard Time 1999

James, thanks for your advise, I would be interested in your site.

Clark

Wed Mar 24 10:24:36 1999

James,
count me in! I think your idea for a site is great!

 max cuff

Wed Mar 24 11:16:40 Pacific Standard Time 1999

Hi everybody! This is my first post on this site though I used to post on Bob's site. I don't post there anymore because nobody ever posts any stories anymore. PH pointed this site out to me via Email. I'd like to say one thing to all the posters on this site: GREAT STORIES!

And Canuck: GREAT SITE!

Finally, until the "Jessica" matter on Bob's site is over, I will post here.

Holly
I'll have one soon.
spadaph@yahoo.com

Wed Mar 24 13:54:39 CST 1999

Doug,
As usual, you have posted a great story.
There have also been some other very good stories.
James,
No offense, but why do we need another site? This is just my opinion, but Canuck runs a very good site here. If you do get a new site, I will visit it and I do wish you the best, but I think you might be making a lot of work for yourself. I hope I am getting my view across and I do not want to sound negative here, but I just think Canuck does a very good job and I hate to see our stories get split up. Just my thoughts. Thanks to all who post stories for such wonderful tales and all your hard work. Especially thanks to Canuck. Everyone have a nice day.

 mike
mimede@usit.net

Thu Mar 25 09:04:04 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

I think Bob's chatroom has gone down.

His page is still there but the chatroom is not.

When I clicked on the link to his chatroom, all I got was a blank white screen ( not even THAT infamous grey box ) and the tiny Parachat logo to the right of where the chat applet SHOULD have been.

Is it just me or have others experienced the same problem?

I'm in Roylers chatroom right now ( check the link provided by Gill above ( in this same archive )

I got in there just fine.

 mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Mar 24 17:40:17 Eastern Standard Time 1999

Sorry for the long delay in posts, it chopped me off in november and i never got around to finishing it. Sorry I will finish it in my next post today

 DA MAN

Wed Mar 24 17:47:12 Eastern Standard Time 1999

The Revenge

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

She then wrapped duct tape around my head 4 times to completely silencing me. I couldn't believe she had gotten me in this perdicament. Lacy then proceeded to tape above my knees and then my ankles. I was completely helpless. Lacy then proceeded to un-tape all the other girls. But she couldn't find the handcuff keys. She forced me to tell her but i had tape over my mouth so i couldn't say much. Then she tried to find a tickilish spot on me by touching me all over, this turned me on. She finally found my ticklish spot and I couldn't take it any more. I finally muttered STMMMMMMPH, or stop. She said only if you tell me where the keys are. I reluctantly agreed. I said in my pocket, but it came out like immph my pmckmphh. Then lacy decided to search me. This was the best part

She searched everywhere imaginable which really got me going. She finally found that they where in my shoe. She took the keys and unlocked all the other girls. They came over to me with an angry look on their face. They all said, what should we do with him. I guess they agreed on tickle torture. I was blue in the face when they stopped. They were crazy. Finally they uncuffed me and removed the tape. After this Lacy and I had a few different times we tied each other up but they aren't appropriate for this page. They don't fit on the college page either so i am wondering where i should post them.

 DA MAN

Thu Mar 25 00:06:22 UTC+0100 1999

Hello again. It seems that many of the stories here are about people tied up while barefoot. Does anyone know about big toe tying along with ankle tying? Thanks...

Andy_V

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Wed Mar 24 19:30:12 GMT-0500 (Eastern Standard Time) 1999

I just tried to check out Bob's page and found it closed. Can someone tell me waht happened?

Thanks!

 K. Young

Thu Mar 25 02:36:43 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

Hello everyone!

I, as others have said recently, also find the
latest stories very enjoying. It seems like people inspire each other, there are a bunch of good stories coming all at once! Keep them coming!

As for Bob's site, for all I know he's moving it around a bit. Last time I looked he had introduced a "username" entry. The url. was:

http://www.resource.nu/4who/?bob857/main

As for the chatroom, it seems like that is moved around as well.
As for Royler's chat. I can't get in there without a password. Anyone know anything about this?

 PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Thu Mar 25 13:03:20 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

R.E BOBS SITE AND CHATROOM

Bob has moved his site and chatroom to a new address - if you use the link that PH provided immediately above, it should be OK.

You do not need a "user name" as such - all you need to do is type in "guest" each time you enter. (not that you'll find many new stories there - there aren't any!)

It turned out I was not the only one experiencing problems with the chatroom this morning. Mick Stupp and MS (at least those I know of) had the same problem.

However, Mick just emailed me to provide the new URL to Bob's chatroom which I'm copying below. You'll need to copy and paste it above then click. Once in, bookmark it and you should be right.

http://haroldh.hypermart.net/chat.htm

PASSWORD FOR ROYLERS CHATROOM.

Regarding the password for Roylers - for some reason, the system will not allow you to use your regular handle in the other chatroom so you will need to change it a little. For example, I would just add a 'y' on the end of mase or simply a numeral.

Hope this helps clear up the confusion.

Looking forwards to seeing you all tomorrow (in Bob's chatroom) Lets make it a really big chat! Don't forget to bring the rope and gags...

 mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Mar 24 21:41:58 Eastern Standard Time 1999

DA MAN, could you email me those stories you dont
think are apprioite where lacy ties you up?

 nameless
daryl.ruggiero@snet.net

Wed Mar 24 18:47:30 PST 1999

On Bob’s site. Bob was apparently hacked by a individual who calls herself Jessica.She is 17 and posted some months ago a story which Bob felt was offensive and removed it. (Bob, if you read this feel free to correct me.) after the story was removed Jessica threatened to hack into his site. (I am condensing things a lot.) Apparently last week and again this week Jessica and her friends carried out the threats. This is not just a rotten thing to do, it is illegal and a criminal offense. Avoid Jessica and any site she puts up like the plague! I understand she has aslo threatened Royler’s site. For details go to Brian’s page which is also has been threatened. The url is http://books.dreambook.com/brian_r/discussion.html. What wonderful people inhabit the web!

dudalb

Wed Mar 24 21:01:26 CST 1999

Glad to see the ending to your story at last, Da Man. I'd been wondering about how it had turned out. Nice story, Doug! Thanks to you and everybody else who's posted a story. Sorry to hear that Bob's site is the victim if malicous hacking, but that's just how it goes sometimes.

Dorren

Thu Mar 25 18:54:57 UTC+0800 1999

has anyone read this page yet
follow the link and check it out

 blueknight
http://web.one.net.au/~vfecool/bob857.html
blueknight@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 25 22:28:27 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

just wanted to say that i am not the james that is mentioned on the link below.

 James
http://web.one.net.au/~vfecool/bob857.html
 

Fri Mar 26 01:30:45 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXII, Saturday

When Sarah and I were released from our four-hour tie-up in the storage-room in the cellar we were really exhausted. Joe, Jenny and Alex had kidnapped us in the middle of the night. Dressed only in shorts (me) and a t-shirt and panties (Sarah), we had been marched downstairs and tied to chairs. Well tied and gagged we had been tickle-tortured for very long time before they took us down to a storage-room in the cellar. We were left hog-tied back to back and gagged in the darkness until morning. This was our friends revenge for what we had done to them during a hide-and-seek game the day before. We had left them tied up in various uncomfortable positions, then tickled them and finally left them tied to chairs. Before releasing them, we had given them a really bad tickle-torture.

The others wanted to go down to the beach to swim and hang out in the sun, this the last day of summer for us. Sunday evening our families would return to the city and our boring schools. Alex would remain in the small town where nothing happened once the "summer-people" had left. Sarah and I decided to stay at the house and rest for a couple of hours before joining the others. Later we met in Sarah’s room to discuss revenge on the three others.

Sarah had done her hair in braids as usual. She was dressed in her favourite patched and faded Levi’s and a short top. She lay on her bed on her stomach, resting her chin in her hands and with her legs bent and bare feet crossed at the ankles. This must have been her favourite position. I sat on the floor with my back to the wall, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. We talked about how we would catch them all and tie them up for the evening. We would keep them just as long as we had been prisoners, just over five hours. We tried to invent some horrible torture to perform on them, it must be worse than the intense, but usual tickle-torture of the feet they had subjected us to.

 PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Fri Mar 26 01:36:47 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXIII, Joining the Others

During the whole summer we had played a number of tie-up games. There had been kidnappings and retaliations, and always had the prisoners been tickled. It was a compulsory part of our games. This time we had to invent a new and better way to play with our prisoners. Sarah said she wanted something that involved tickling, but was more inventive. We both remembered when we, earlier in the summer, had been left tied up at the far end of the beach. We had been tied kneeling, me to a post on the beach and Sarah to a tree at the edge of the forest. It was Joe and Jenny who had invented that position. Sarah had been tied with her hands behind the trunk of the tree and one leg on each side, with the feet tied together behind the trunk. As she had stayed there for one hour, she had been tormented by some small ants that had walked up and down her bare feet. Sarah wanted to do something similar to her beloved sister and cousin. Alex hadn’t been in on our tie-up games then, but she had pulled some really good pranks on us, once she joined us. We would have to do something special for her too. We continued to plan the events of the evening, and then joined the others at the beach.

As we walked down across the soft, warm sand of the beach, I had a very sad feeling, knowing this was our last day of the summer. I really wanted the evening to be as good as it could get. Our friends were tanning themselves just below the boat-house. They had spread blankets and big towels on the sand and lay there happily chatting. Sarah and I went into the boat-house and changed into swim-suits. Trunks for me and a two-piece bikini for Sarah. When we joined the others the obvious topic of conversation was last nights kidnapping. We still had red marks on our ankles and wrists from the ropes.

PH

Fri Mar 26 01:38:03 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXIV, Planning a Kidnapping

Sarah took every opportunity to tell everybody that they were going to "get it" this evening.
-How do you plan on catching us, then, asked Jenny.
-You I’ll just hit over the head with the frying-pan, answered Sarah quickly.
-No, we figured that if we manage to grab you one by one, you’ll have to be prisoners, Sarah continued.
-Fair enough, but we’ll stick together, and perhaps we’ll kidnap you instead, said Jenny.
For the rest of the day we just had a lovely time at the beach. At one time I watched curiously as Sarah walked away from the rest of us towards the edge of the forest. First I thought she had just gone off "behind a bush" as we used to say, but I noticed how she carefully studied the ground and looked at the trees there. The others didn’t notice, but I understood what she was looking at: ants.
At about five we went back to make dinner and afterwards we gathered in the big living-room to play some board-games and watch some TV.

Joe sat in the sofa and watched a game of tennis. Alex and Jenny were playing Chinese checkers and Sarah and I played cards. For this, the last night, we had changed into formal evening-clothes, and for us that meant jeans and t-shirts or sleeveless tops for the girls - the usual clothes in other words. There was some tension in the air, like the others anticipated us to start the game formally by some challenge, but we knew better. To be able to get them, we would have to separate them, and get them one at a time.

 PH

Fri Mar 26 01:39:25 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXV, We Catch Them

Of course they knew this too, and according to the informal rules of the game, they played along. Sarah and I went upstairs and prepared ropes and scarves, bandanas and rolled up rags for gags. Then Sarah called for Alex and said that her Mum was on the phone. Alex picked up the phone downstairs, and heard nothing. I had disconnected one of the wires inside it before. We heard the padded sounds of her bare feet running up the stairs and when she went for the extension in the upper hall, we grabbed her. I held her firmly while Sarah pushed a prepared gag in her mouth, a rag rolled up in a bandana, and tied it at her neck. Alex had her long, dark hair gathered by a rubber band on top of her head, and it fell down over her face as we struggled to gag her. She grunted loudly, but the others downstairs didn’t hear anything. We pushed Alex on to the bed in one of the rooms and I tied her hands behind her and cinched the rope quickly. Sarah grabbed Alex’ kicking legs and bent them up to her buttocks, and I tied them together, ankles crossed. Then, of course , there was a hog-tie. To be sure she couldn’t get her bound hands down around her bum, we secured her hands to her waist by looping a rope around her wrists and then around her waist. We left Alex there, put out the light and locked the door. One down - two to go!

This was going too easy! Soon after we had left Alex we heard more footsteps in the stairs. It was Jenny, coming up to see what had happened to Alex. They weren’t that dumb, I guess they wanted to be caught to get the game going. We grabbed Jenny and gagged her like we had Alex. Jenny, however, managed to scream before the gag was pressed into her mouth. Joe came running and I jumped him and wrestled him to the floor. As we tumbled around in the upstairs hall Sarah sat on top of Jenny, pinning her arms behind her back in what we used to call a "police-hold" Jenny’s hands were up between her shoul

 PH

Fri Mar 26 01:40:52 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXVI, Putting Alex Away

We had two separate plans for our victims. Alex would be left in the house, and Jenny and Joe taken out to the beach. We would prepare Alex for her stay in the house first, and so we tied Jenny’s and Joe’s feet and left them on the floor for a while. To make sure they couldn’t free each other we secured their hands to the sculptured wooden posts in the upper-hall banisters. They were several metres away from each other. Now it was time to prepare Alex for our little revenge. We went in to her room and untied her feet and instead blindfolded her. We led her downstairs and then down into the cellar. In one of the storage rooms we had prepared a heavy chair in the middle of the room. We placed Alex in the chair and proceeded to tie her up very thoroughly. She sat with her hands behind the back-rest, arms and waist secured by many loops of rope. Her bare feet were crossed at the ankles and tied under the seat. More rope surrounded her legs and finally we tied a rope from her hands to her feet, drawing them back as far as they would go. She was already gagged and blind-folded. I patted her on the head and said we would be back in an hour. Alex’s only response was: GMGBLGBMPH!

While Alex sat in her chair, contemplating her fate, we went and fetched our other two prisoners. They lay on their sides on the floor, angry eyes staring up at us, teeth clenched around their gags. We let them up from the floor and took off their gags, then we marched them out of the house. They did as we ordered and walked down to the beach. Once at the beach we stopped for a while to blind-fold them. We turned them around several times to make them lose their sense of direction. Then we grabbed a prisoner each and led them across the sand to the edge of the forest, on the far side of the beach.

PH

Fri Mar 26 01:41:58 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXVII, Joe and Jenny in the Woods

This was the place where Sarah so curiously had looked at the ground beneath two trees. We had selected two pines for them. Quickly we untied their hands, pushed them with their backs to the trunks and re-tied their hands behind the trunks. We proceeded to roll up the legs of their jeans a couple of turns and then tied their feet together, and to the tree. The ground was covered with white moss and blueberry-sprigs and Sarah had been out before, brushing the area nearest to the trees free from pine-needles and twigs so there was a small, flat roundel by each tree. Our prisoners stood with their bare feet secured to the trunks, not able to move them at all, except for wiggling their toes a bit. As we tied them to the trees they kept asking where they were, and why we had taken them out to the forest. We completed the tie-ups by winding very long ropes around their entire bodies, pinning them to the trees very efficiently. Sarah then removed their blindfolds.

They both looked curiously around, starting to understand where they were. Sarah now told them this was revenge for when she had been tied to a similar tree.
They desperately looked at the ground. Soon the first little ant came walking and it proceeded right up onto Jenny’s toes.
She shrieked and started wiggling her toes desperately.
To add to her sufferings Sarah pointed to an anthill not far away.
-There are plenty of ants here, and I think they’ll like you both, she said with an evil grin.
As we stood there watching them, several ants went on our feet as well, so we wanted to get away fast. We gagged our helpless victims and left.
-Bye bye, said Sarah. See you in an hour!

 PH

Fri Mar 26 01:43:13 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXVIII, Alex is in the Dark

When we returned to the house it was time to take care of Alex. For all we knew she was still sitting in a chair, bound, gagged and blind-folded in the cellar. Our revenge on Alex would consist of both tickling and a great deal of scaring her. We walked very silently once back at the house. Before returning down to the cellar we took a feather each from an old Indian plume Joe had had some years back. We tip-toed down the stairs to the cellar and waited outside the open door to the room Alex was in. She was sitting there, tied up and helpless. We could see how she slowly turned her bound hands, trying to reach a knot, but she was still totally helpless. As she was blind-folded she had no idea that we were there. A blind-folded person tries to listen very carefully to every sound around, and we were as silent as we could be. Our bare feet went over the concrete floor without a sound as we entered the room. I kneeled behind the chair and Sarah stood before Alex. I think Alex had a feeling that something in the room had changed, because she stiffened and cocked her head, listening very carefully. She breathed short breaths through her nose and sat very still, turning her head back and forth.

Slowly I reached out with the feather and very lightly let it touch the sole of one of her bare feet under the chair. First she didn’t notice, then she shrugged and tried to move her feet, but couldn’t.
-Mgggwh, she shouted through her gag.
I touched her toes, and she shouted again. Then Sarah touched the tip of her nose with her feather, and Alex went completely crazy. She screamed and twisted her head, and Sarah continued to tickle her upper lip and her nose. I joined in and tickled her feet and Alex trashed in the chair, screaming with laughter behind her gag. We tickled her until she was totally exhausted. Then we took off her blind-fold and gag, and she cursed us for scaring her that way.

PH

Fri Mar 26 01:44:38 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXIX, Releasing Joe and Jenny

We untied all her ropes except the one binding her hands behind her. She had some more time as our kidnap-victim. We took Alex upstairs and gave her a drink and then we brought her along to the beach to look at the other two prisoners. Alex seemed very glad to be out of the dark and cold cellar. Although she still had her hands tied behind her, she walked along with us like we just took a stroll along the beach. When we reached the far end of the beach our two prisoners were as we had left them an hour ago. Alex laughed when she saw their situation, and they both shot angry looks at her as she was supposed to be their ally. I knew exactly the agony they had felt during the hour they had been tied to the trees. The irritation and soft, tickling sensation given by the small ants, scurrying across their feet and toes, must have felt very annoying. We told Alex to sit down in the sand and removed our prisoners gags. They each got some water and then we untied them. They were given time to massage their wrists before we tied their hands behind them again. Like Alex’, their hands were tied not too tightly, but very securely. We still had plenty of revenge to dish out, so we took our three bound prisoners back to the house. Soon it was getting dark, and we wanted to make the most of the situation.

The first part of our revenge, the last revenge to be taken this summer, was done. They had tickled us, while we sat tightly bound to chairs, and we had paid them back with Alex in the cellar and Joe and Jenny bound to the trees. The second part of our last tie-up was when we had been left in the cellar, hog-tied back to back, and left for a considerable longer time than usual. With our sense of "an eye for an eye"
revenge, they would be prisoners for an equal time. They had been our prisoners for about two and a half hours now, and had as much time left.

 PH

Fri Mar 26 01:45:46 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXX, The Last Revenge

When we came to the house we marched them into the living room. We ordered them to sit on the floor and proceeded to tie their feet, ankles crossed. I continued to tie Jenny up by tightly binding her arms and legs, using so much rope that she was nearly covered in it. We didn’t have enough, so Sarah went down to the cellar to get more. When she returned Jenny sat on the floor looking very helpless with all that rope wound around her. We continued to do the same with Joe and Alex and after a while we had them just as we wanted. They didn’t say much during this time, not even Alex, who usually let her mouth work hard.

Sarah spoke to the three captives:
-There’s a movie on TV in a few minutes, and I know you all want to watch it. If you behave you can watch it with us, but you will be quiet and sit still!

She went upstairs and returned with three dirty socks from the hamper. We rolled them up and put each of them in a bandana that we twisted so the socks were rolled up in the middle. We made a knot on each side of the socks and thus had three very big, and useful gags. Alex’ reaction came at once:
-You’re not putting that thing in my mouth!
I did the honors and pressed the gag into her mouth. It filled her mouth completely and left her jaws wide open because of its large size. I tied the lose ends in her neck and Alex was silent. The two others got their gags and we placed them side by side, resting their backs to the sofa. Sarah and I settled down in another sofa and we all watched the movie together.

 PH

Fri Mar 26 01:46:58 Västra Europa, normaltid 1999

The Last Weekend Of Summer
Part XXXI, Conclusion

When the movie was over we released them, and that was the end of the tie-up games that summer. Sarah and I feared more revenge during the night, but it never came. The day after we all returned with our families to our respective cities and schools. During the following year I longed to come back next summer, to see my friends again, and play some more. Unfortunately that summer wasn’t at all as exciting and funny as this one had been. Sarah and Jenny went with their parents on a trip through Europe. We met with Alex and her brother a couple of times, but nothing exciting happened. Later that summer our parents decided that Joe and I would enjoy spending some weeks at a summer camp organized by the local church.
We didn’t agree at first, but the camp was fun, there were both boys and girls there.
Perhaps I’ll tell a story about that camp someday…

PH

Fri Mar 26 11:59:43 AUS Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Once again, yet another great story, PH. Lucky you! I had some great times with Nicky but nothing like your experiences.

 mason

Thu Mar 25 19:42:49 PST 1999

Sorry, Jessica, but you can't excuse your conduct by screaming peace! You committed a criminal act, and should be punished for it.life is not a episode of "Ally McBeal' where you can out of the consequences of your action by screaming "Bygones!" I don;t think you realize the seriousness of what you did.Sorry to the regulars but I am tired of people trying to evade responsbility for their actions...

 dudalb

Fri Mar 26 01:18:35 EST 1999

BTW, the jessica who's been causing the probs at Bob's and supposedly others sites has been chatting regularly at Bedroom Bondage chat.

 darlene

Fri Mar 26 01:33:52 EST 1999

Almost forgot...she's using the nick naughtylitgirl...

 darlene

Fri Mar 26 08:47:23 1999

I've enjoyed the stories that have been posted here. However, I think Zorro's story is off topic. He mentions about his erection a few times which is sexual in nature. It also is quite violent.

Dave

Sat Mar 27 02:26:56 1999
 

Does anyone know where I could find a good web site with pics of CLOTHED bondage? Everytime I log on to browse, I find porno. That's not my thing. Let me know if any of you have found good web pages with "Tasteful" bondage pics. Thanks!

 Dutchboy
Dutchboy77@aol.com

Sat Mar 27 18:08:58 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 1 of 7
 

This is a follow up on my two previous postings (Mar 5, Mar 8)

To sum up the first two stories, we played a burglar game where Jill and Janet tied Renee, Cindy and myself up, we got free only to find ourselves retied much more tightly.
Our revenge was sweet, Jill and Janet found themselves tied up by their juniors. Cindy was also tied up.
 

It was around 6 o'clock on a very hot Saturday evening, I was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, Jill was in a sleeveless top and a mini-skirt while Cindy was in her T-shirt and cut off jeans, we were all barefoot. I was watching the football on TV while my two sisters, Jill (14) and Cindy (10), were playing with a Chess set upstairs. Both our parents were working that night, we had always made sure that none of our parents were home when we played our little bondage games because of their intolerant attitude to these types of games

Nature called at around 6:15, so I went upstairs to the loo, we didn't have a toilet downstairs which was really annoying, our parents had always said that they would build one, but it never eventuated. I was in the loo for longer than I anticipated, around 10 minutes, I only expected the liquid, but the solids came out as well. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, when I got out, I felt something being jabbed into my back. I turned around, and there was Cindy, holding a water pistol, with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Don't make a sound and you won't get hurt" she said. I didn't want to spoil her fun, so I played along. This was probably payback for when I tied her up the previous week. (See previous posting , Mar 8)

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 18:19:18 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 2 of 7
 

She directed me to her room, when I opened the door, I was surprised to find Jill, tied to the chair, her hands were behind her back, her ankles were tied the legs of the chair and tape running around her head at least 5 or 6 times. I imagined that she had also played along with Cindy's little game, coz Jill could have easily overpowered her.

"On the bed" Cindy ordered.

I did as she asked, and lay on the bed, stomach down.

"Hands behind you back" she commanded.

I put my hands behind my back, Cindy crossed them and began to wind some clothesline around them. She cinched them tight and I made a little squeal. My ankles were next, she took another length of rope and wound them round 7 times. She went for my knees next, more rope was wound around my knees, when she had finished, my legs were completely immobilized.

She helped me sit up on the bed and wound some more rope around my waist/chest area. My arms were now effectively pinned to my sides. She then reached over for a sock, rolled it up and said, "Open wide"

I did as she asked and opened my mouth, she stuffed the sock into my mouth and sealed it with lots of tape. Mind you, the gag was not very good, the sock was very small (Cindy wasn't a very tall person) and the tape wasn't very effective.

Jill had just sat there through the entire time Cindy was tying me up.

Cindy looked over to Janet and said "Nobody beats me at chess and gets away with it". Janet let out a loud mmpphh from behind her gag.

"Now I'm going to write a ransom note to your parents, if they don't pay up within a day, you two won't see another day" she said in her best villain voice.

Jill and I let out fake but loud mmpphhs behind our gags. We then began to fake struggling, much to the amusement of my kid sister.

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 18:20:27 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 3 of 7
 

"It's no use, you'll never get out of those ropes" she let out another villain laugh. "Well, I'll leave you two here while I go slip this ransom note into you parents letterbox."

As she left, she turned out the light and shut the door while we faked some more mmmppphhhs. When she left the room, I began to really struggle. Cindy had done a good job for an amateur. I saw that Janet was also beginning to struggle. There was no way that I was going to get my legs loose, so I began to work on the ropes binding my wrists. I moved around, trying to get to the knot. After a few minutes of struggling, I finally managed to undo the rope binding my wrists.

When I got my hands free, I began to work on the rope around my waist. This actually proved to be difficult since the knot was in the middle of my back. Janet was just sitting there in astonishment. I could tell that she couldn't believe that I was getting myself loose while she couldn't.

When I finally reached the knot, I undid it and removed the ropes around my waist. I removed the gag, which, although wasn't effective, was a little bit uncomfortable. The last part was easy, I just reached down for the knots that were binding my ankles and knees. I was free!

Jill started to mmmppphhh, probably asking me to untie her. I walked over to her, but instead of untying her, began to tickle her ribs. She mmmppphhhed like crazy and began to rock the chair. When I had finished she was completely exhausted. She gave me a wicked look with her eyes while trying to catch her breath.

I walked over to the door, despite continued protests by my big sister, and opened it. That was as far as I got.

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 18:21:15 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 4 of 7
 

Cindy was standing there, with the water pistol in her hand and pointing straight at me. She had obviously heard Jill's muffled laughs from downstairs.

"Not so fast mister" she said. "You're not going anywhere, come on, on the bed" I could hear Jill giggling behind her gag, happy that I was caught again.

I did as she asked, and lay on the bed, stomach down again. She grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back while saying "I think I'd better do a better job of tying you up, don't I?" She grabbed some rope off the bed and tied my hands together very tightly.

"C'mon sis, that's a bit too tight" I complained.

"You're in no position to argue," was her reply.

"Yeah, but don't you want to prisoners to be comfortable?"

"Prisoners aren't meant to be comfortable"

"But don't you want us lo….mmpphh" she stuffed a sock in my mouth complaining that I talked too much. Some duct tape then sealed the sock in my mouth. Rope was wound around my ankles, and was cinched together very tightly. She proceeded to do the same with my knees and upper body.

Her next move surprised me. She grabbed the duct tape and wound them around my wrists over the ropes! She did the same to my ankles, knees and upper body. She was smart, this way, there was no way that I could have reached the knots binding me.

"Well, this should keep you still for a while" she said. She turned off the lights and walked out again. Jill was still giggling uncontrollably at how I had been tied up. I knew that I couldn't get loose unless in got the tape off first. I tried my best to undo the tape binding my wrists, but to no avail. After about five minutes of struggling, I gave up and lay there.

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 18:22:09 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 5 of 7

Then, I heard the phone ring. Cindy ran to my parent's bedroom to answer it, I assumed that she had been watching TV in Janet's room. I was always jealous that she had a TV in her room and I didn't. After a few minutes, Cindy walked in and turned on the light.

"Well James, I see that I've done a good job this time, haven't I?" she waited for my response, which was just a soft mmpphh. "Anyway, I've got a little surprise for you, Janet and Renee are coming over as well as Christina"

Christina, or Chris as she preferred to be called, was a friend of Janet's. She was 13, tall, slim, had long brown hair and lovely blue eyes. I had a crush on her from the moment I met her, and it was only until much later, that I realised that she also liked me.

We both let out very loud mmmppphhhs when we heard the news. Jill didn't wanted to be seen tied up and gagged by her kid sister, and neither did I. We then began to really struggle hard.

"Don't bother, you won't get out of those in a hurry" she laughed as she walked out the door and shut the light. For about fifteen minutes, we struggled as hard as we could, but all for nothing. We heard the doorbell ring, we could hear Cindy run down the stairs and open the door.

Oh no! I thought. We heard them walking up the stairs, and heading towards us. We heard little giggles as they got nearer. Cindy opened the door, turned on the light and said "Ta-da"

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 18:22:56 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 6 of 7
 

I saw all the girls standing there, and laughing. Janet was in a pair of cutoff jeans, a white T-shirt, white socks and shoes. Renee was in a pair of shorts and had a black T-shirt on, she had no socks on but wore shoes. Chris was in a mini-skirt, red T-shirt with the words "Only the Brave" written across it, she also had white socks and shoes on.

Chris walked over to me and said, "This ones cute, mind if I tickle him" As soon as Cindy gave her a nod, Chris began to tickle my ribs, I laughed uncontrollably, Renee joined in and went for my feet. I was going crazy, I moved around and I ended up falling off the bed and on the floor. But it didn't stop there, the tickling continued for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only for about ten minutes.

Meanwhile, Janet and Cindy were tickling Jill, I had heard the chair crash the ground. When the tickling finally ended, Jill and I were completely exhausted. We were both breathing rather heavily. The Cindy asked the others "Should we untie them now?"

"Nah, I think we should leave them tied up" Janet said. We both mmpphhed in disapproval.

All the other girls agreed with Janet's decision. Chris and Renee walked over to me and undid the ropes binding my ankles and knees. The ropes around my upper body and my wrists were left tied, as was my gag. Cindy and Janet did the same to Jill. We were both helped up onto our feet and marched out of the room. We were led downstairs, and into the lounge area. Cindy positioned to chairs back to back and we were helped to sit down.

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 18:24:09 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Cindy's Revenge Part 7 of 7
 

Cindy and Chris began to tie Jill to the chair, while Jill and Renee tied me to the chair. My hands were untied briefly, but retied to the arms of the chair. My legs were also tied the legs of the chair. I assumed that Jill was tied up this way as well. With the help of my cousins and Chris, we were tied more effectively than before. They teased us at our helplessness for a few minutes before walking upstairs.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:30. We had been tied up for more than two hours. I was very tied by then, and only made a few half attempts to free myself. Jill, on the other hand, still had a lot of energy left in her and she trying really hard to free herself from the ropes. At about 9:20, we heard the girls coming down the stairs. They walked into the lounge and teased us that we couldn't get free. After a few minutes, they finally decided to release us. Our legs were untied first, then our upper bodies and our wrists, the gags came off last.

As soon as Jill's gag was off, she immediately began to curse them and said that she would get them all back for tying her up. I just stood there and let her do most of the talking letting out the occasional "yeah" and "you're in for it". I had been tied up for over three hours, and according to Jill, she was tied up for nearly 3 and half-hours.

Our 'revenge' came the following week, when Chris and Janet came for a sleepover.

I'll post that story some time next month.

Hope you enjoyed the story and thanks for reading!
 

By the way, could I get a few more responses in relation to my proposed new site for these types of stories??

James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sat Mar 27 22:59:58 GMT+1100 (AUS Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Just wanted to apologise for a little error in my second story (Mar 8). I mixed up Jill's and Janet's names.

So Jill is supposed to be Janet and vice versa.

Sorry

 James
someguy70@hotmail.com

Sun Mar 28 07:51:29 1999

Hey James, I would visit your site, great story.

Bill

Sun Mar 28 15:52:40 1999

What a great site !!!
I hardly know it since a few days, but I read stories as often as I can. I hope I will be able to send one of mine soon ! - Because I don't speak ( write) English very well, so ....
Maybe I'll send it in French ...
Anyway, I'll go on reading your stories till my English improves... So go on writing !!!

Sam

Sun Mar 28 13:13:28 EST 1999

Hey James, I agree with what some said earlier, while the idea for your site is great, there's not really any need for it. After all, this page (Canuck's) does a great job, and so far there haven't been any arguments or problems, aside from the occasional off-the-topic post. You're welcome to go ahead and make your site if you want to, but truthfully I don't see the point for another site like Canuck's. Good luck if you want to do it though, web sites take a lot of work.

 WHSRocket
WHSRocket@aol.com

Sun Mar 28 20:18:14 Est 1999

Hi,

Thanks to all recent contributors. Doug: that summer you spent at your aunt's house must have been so much fun! I always enjoy reading your tales. PH: I hope you did not run out of stories :) That would be a shame. James: Can't wait to read how you got your revenge on the girls... Scott, max cuff, Clark, Da Man: thanks for sharing your stories.

Jason: sorry, but I had to erase your story. It did not meet the criterias that I set at the top of this page.

It is very easy to set up a page on the web (but a bit harder to maintain it), so if anyone would like to start a page where other kinds of stories would be accepted, I'd be glad to provide help if you need any.

Cheers,

 Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

James, Please don't make us wait until next month to read how you got your revenge on the girls. And, I would visit, and post to your site if you create one.

 Clark

Tue Mar 30 17:53:39 CST 1999

Hey guys, great stories, I think that I will get around to posting some later on. By the way, James did you ever start that site of yours.

 Micheal Neal
mgn31@hotmail.com

Wed Mar 31 18:44:04 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999

Michael,

I'm haven't started the site yet, I'm currently looking for feedback to the idea. If I get enough positive responses, I'll start it.

 James
someguy70@hotmail.com

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