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This month's stories:
The Summer Camp
(PH)
Sleepover
Revenge (Eric Dobson)
April
Fool's (Zorro)
Sleepover
Revenge 2 (Eric Dobson)
Bound-n-gag
adventures of the weirdo trio (jUSTiN the Gagged KiD)
Tied
& Tickled (Alexx)
Sleepover
Revenge 3 (Eric Dobson)
The
Kidnapped Cousin Caper (Kiaren)
School
Dilemma (Mae)
The Favor
(Zorro)
The
Variation and Other Things (Andy_V)
The
Eldest & the Youngest (SamB)
The
Kidnapped Cousin Caper 7 (Kiaren)
The
Favor (pt 3) Zorro
The
Variation and Other Things (Andy_V)
The
Eldest & the Youngest (SamB)
The
Kidnapped Cousin Caper 7 (Kiaren)
The
Favor (pt 3) Zorro
The
Kidnapped Cousin Caper (chpt 9) Kiaren
The
Summer Camp (chpt 2) The Hi-Jacking (PH)
Surprise
(Jordan)
Mon Apr 19 01:39:32 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp
Part IAt the age of fifteen, in the late seventies, I went to a summer-camp with my friend Joe. The previous summers had been spent around our respective families summer-houses where Joe and I, together with his two cousins Sarah and Jenny, had played a number of different tie-up games. This summer was not going to be that funny, because the girls were on a long vacation with their parents, and playing tie-up games just the two of us wasn’t that funny. My Grandmother was involved in the local church, and she gave our parents the brilliant idea of sending us to a summer-camp, organized by the church.
-Wow, what fun!, we thought, imagining daily services and hymn-practice.
We were very much against the idea at first, but eventually agreed to go.One morning we stood waiting for a bus together with about thirty teenagers, all our age, or a bit younger. To our satisfaction there were many girls around, so the whole idea started to look more interesting. It was a warm and bright summer’s day, and all of us were dressed the same way. Jeans or shorts, T-shirts and sneakers. We all carried heavy loads of sleeping bags, sports-trunks or back-packs. We looked around in that shy way you do when you’re curious about new people, but don’t want to stare.
Many of the other kids seemed to know each other. They were locals, or from the nearby small towns, while Joe and I came from a town twohundred miles away, and only spent summers in this part of the country. We soon singled out two girls that looked exactly as lost as we felt. They were both nice looking girls, one with semi-short blonde hair in a pony-tail, the other with darker, longer hair. We maneuvered ourselves so we "accidentally" came to sit right behind them on the bus. As the hour-long bus-ride started, we talked to the girls and immediately established a friendship between us.
Mon Apr 19 01:45:55 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp
Part IIAs we talked to the girls, we learned their names, Maria and Helen, and that this was their first time at the camp. It seemed like most of the others had been to the camp several years in a row, and knew the place well. On the bus were two camp-councilors, a guy named Patrick and a girl called Charlotte. They were both in their early twenties and talked about the camp, and all the marvelous activities we were going to have during the two weeks there. Patrick seemed like a funny and easy-going guy, but Charlotte, or Lotta as she wished to be called, was something special.
For two love-sick teenage boys like Joe and me, she was a goddess! She was not very tall, she was actually shorter than I was. She had long, fair hair, kept in a long braid at the back and had blue eyes and a freckled button-nose. She was surely an athlete, trim and well built, and was dressed in very short cut-offs and a very small top. Joe and I fell in love at once. Things even got better as we learned that she was going to be the councilor assigned to our cabin.When we arrived at the camp we were met by other councilors, all in their early twenties, both guys and girls. The camp was not called "Camp Crystal Lake, but something in Swedish that means "outdoors healthy life camp". There were small log-cabins, each hosting four boys and four girls - in separate rooms of course - and two councilors. Our second councilor to team up with Lotta was a dark-haired girl named Carina. Each cabin had a name like "the birch", "the fir" or "the pine". We were staying in "the pine", sharing a room with two other boys, both nice and friendly. In the other room were Maria and Helen, staying with two girls named Ulrika and Camilla. They were friends from school and also knew the two other boys.
PH
Mon Apr 19 01:47:58 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp
Part IIIWe walked over to our cabin, carrying our stuff, and chatting with our new friends. The cabin had a wide porch, covering the whole side of the house, and we entered through a door from the porch. Lotta told us we had to take our shoes off on the porch, as we kids usually had very dirty sneakers. We were going to do all the cleaning ourselves, so it sounded like a good idea. In the middle of the cabin was a large room with sofas, easy-chairs, a TV and a small kitchenette. This was the area where we would spend time if the weather got bad, and where our "team" met for our indoors activities. Lotta told us to get our stuff into the rooms on either side of the rec-room and then gather for the "welcoming-meeting".
We sat in the sofas and chairs and listened to Lotta and Carina as they told us about the camp. Our "team", "the pines" were going to compete with the other teams in every possible activity. There would be games, competitions, sports-activities and other stuff. Every team would collect points, and at the end of our stay, a winner would be selected. Lotta showed us the "team mascot", a carved wooden ugly thing with the words "the pine" on it. This mascot would be guarded in our cabin, as the other teams would eventually try to steal it. Accomplishing to steal another team’s mascot was the ultimate thing to do. This sounded like very a good and funny camp to be at. Both Joe and I commented that there might be some funny night-raids to other cabins. Lotta and Carina explained that we were to be team-spirited and that they, as councilors would take part in every activity. Then they went on and talked about some pranks and things that had happened the years before, as the different teams had tried to steal mascots from each other.
PH
Mon Apr 19 01:49:47 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp
Part IVIn our beds at night, Joe and I talked about how we would raid the other cabins, and perhaps even get the chance to kidnap some of the girls there. The other two boys in our room agreed on trying to do this. Things started to happen right the next day. We had spent time down at the beach with Carina, trying out the small boats there. As it was time for dinner, Joe and I walked back to the cabin, the others went to the assembly-hall in the middle of the camp. We kicked off our shoes on the porch and walked in. Suddenly we heard a familiar sound, coming from the councilors room. As we entered we found Lotta, tied to a chair and gagged. She ‘mphed’ angrily behind her gag and looked at us with her big blue eyes, winking and blinking, trying to convey the message that she wanted to be un-tied.
She was dressed in the same cut-offs as the day before, a T-shirt and was barefoot. Both Joe and I just stood there, watching this, our good-looking councilor, tied and gagged. Her hands were tied behind the chair, ropes tied around her upper body and legs. Her feet were tied together and drawn under the seat of the chair, a rope connecting them to her bound hands. We removed the gag, a scarf that held a piece of cloth jammed in her mouth. As we untied her, she told us some of the boys from "the birch" cabin, together with both councilors, had tied her up and captured the mascot. We removed the ropes as slowly as we could, savouring this moment. She told us she had been sitting, tied to the chair, for almost two hours. She also said that we now were at war with these guys, and she was particularly mad with Patrick, the male councilor, as he was her boy-friend.
PH
Mon Apr 19 01:52:40 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp
Part VDuring that evening, our group planned an attack on the other team, and revenge at Patrick, for having tied Lotta up. According to both Lotta and Carina, who had both worked at the camp the years before, these sort of attacks at "the enemy" were quite common.
During the next day, as all the guys and girls from "the birch" were away at some activity, we sneaked into their cabin. We couldn’t find our mascot, but we carried all their beds out on the porch, drenched the mattresses in water and did some other mischief. Lotta and Carina took all of Patrick’s underwear, tied it together and hoisted it up to the top of the flagpole. This was our revenge, but we still needed a hostage from their team. Joe and I, together with Lotta and some of the others from our cabin went out to the path that led from the camp down to the lake. We hid behind some bushes and Carina went down to the beach to get someone from "the birch" to come back to camp.
Soon Carina came back with Linda, the other councilor at "the birch". Linda was as cute as all the other female councilors at the camp. She had short blonde hair, big blue eyes, and was dressed in shorts and a T-shirt and sneakers. We jumped out from behind the bushes and grabbed her. She was startled at first, but then realized what we were up to.
-This is my revenge for you and Patrick tying me up, said Lotta, and proceeded to tie Linda’s hands behind her. Linda knew resistance was no good, and let Lotta tie her up, and then gag her with a bandana.PH
Mon Apr 19 01:54:55 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp
Part VIWe took Linda back to our cabin and placed her sitting on the edge of one of the beds in the councilors room. Lotta started to tie her ankles and legs and Joe and I helped eagerly. After a couple of minutes work, Linda was well trussed up and completely helpless.
-It’s time to get our mascot back, said Lotta, and took Linda’s sneakers off. Linda was placed face-down on the bed and her feet were tied to the foot-board. Then Lotta started to tickle her and soon Linda was giggling behind her gag.
-I suppose she’ll tell us where it’s hidden if we take the gag off, said Joe.
-I just wanted some fun first, said Lotta.
We took the gag off and after some more minutes of tickling, Linda told us.
She was gagged again and left on the bed with some of us as guards outside. Lotta went and retrieved our mascot. Two hours later the whole gang from "the birch" was outside, demanding that we release Linda. Lotta told them never to dare attack our cabin again, and Linda was released. We let her go with her hands still tied behind her, gagged and her sneakers hanging by the shoe-laces from her neck.
The other team promised to get us back…and they did later.PH
Mon Apr 19 17:36:44 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Again, another wonderful story PH! Can't wait to hear you next tale
James
Mon Apr 19 11:18:32 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Sleepover Revenge: Prelude
Oh! what the heck I can't help it I just have to post something now. So I'll tell you about what happened to cause what happened to happen. O.K. Now when this happened I was about ten and every year there was sleepover at my day care center.
The girls slept in one room and the boys in another. And of corse at that age the opposite sex was a mortal enemy and an easy target. So every year we made up raiding parties and played pranks on each other. This year we were going after mainly these four girls that have been anyoing me and my friends for the entire year. The leader of the group Anna and her friends Erica, Stacy, Katie, and Dana were going to get it this year.
Me and my friends Danny and Gordon had been planing our attack all year. And that night we put our plan into action. When we all went to sleep(well sort of no one was really asleep at least in the boys room)and so when the adults when to sleep. The person nearest to the adults gave us the all clear and gathered our things and reviewed final plans and set out to get the girls!
By the way the adults knew we did this type of thing and let us do they thought it was cute.(yuck!)As we made our way down the hall to the girls room we watched where we put our feet because the girls had a different strategy than we did they did the defenseive thing they had sey up booby traps in the room in the hall everywhere. And so they thought they were safe. Wrong! When we finaly got in the room we located our different targets and set to work. Also the was an unwritein rule that once they got you they could do what ever they wanted to that person.
When we found our targets we whent to work I was up first and was going after Anna and by the snotyst one of all and there she was helpless in her barbie sleeping bag. First I went to her purse and placed shaveing cream and surup in it then to her shoes puting catusp in one and mustered in the other then I ever so carefully lifted her sleeping bag top up and put shaving cream throughout it and put it carefully put backdown then I zipped it up and place glue along the zipper. then I dippied toliet paper and towels in vinager and placed it around the bag then I did the normal shaveing cream of hand and title the face and finaly put surup in her hair and we were all leaveing the room when one of the guys triped a trap and imeadatly the girls woke up and saw us as we dashed away. and they swor revenge on me of all people!Eric Dobson
Mon Apr 19 13:00:27 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999I tell you the next enstallment in the next few days. Hey! ZORRO So how is my storie so far. Hmmm?
Eric Dobson
Mon Apr 19 20:19:39 1999Toc Toc Toc ?!
Is there anyone at that time ???
No ??
Anyway, good stories, PH & Eric ( sorry, I don't want to type the whole name that you give at the end of your posts : it's a bit too long to type so I just type Eric; I hope that you will understand how lazy I am because I've just typed a story in the French site and I can just say "Pfffiou !"; thanks for your comprehension !!)
I'm waiting for the followings part, and I may not be the only one. ( Is that sentence right in English ? I'm not sure...)
OK, bye !
Sam
Mon Apr 19 03:37:07 EDT 1999Pretty cool so far, Eric. You misspelled "story", but hey, like they say, "$#@! happens". Now, for a quickie before I leave (I have a life, ya know).
APRIL FOOL'S (part 1 of 1)
A year ago, I went to my then girfriend's house on April 1st. Her name was Sharon; she had blode hair and a kickin' bod. Anyway, I went through the door, 'cause it was open (odd, huh). Right in the living room was Sharon, sitting in a chair with her hands and feet bound with clothesline, with a stip of duct tape over her lips. I stared at her in disbelief.
"This is a robbery!" a voice said."Put yer hands up an' gimme all yer money!"
I turned, and saw a man in black wearing a ski mask, pointing a gun at me. My first reaction was shock and fear. I froze.
"Gimme yer money! Now!" he demanded.
Then, I got pissed. Still in shock, I tackled the guy. Sharon mumbled in surprise.
"Ow! Ow! Hey, it's me!" he said in a familar voice. I took off the mask.
It was Joe, my buddy. Turns out the whole thing was a joke. Sharon laughed under the gag. Chris videotaped the whole thing. We untied her, I put Joe in a sleeper-hold for 10 minutes, and we hung out for the rest of the day.
THE END. 'Ciao.Zorro
Mon Apr 19 16:38:45 Eastern Daylight Time 1999One quick question;
Does anybody have any more stories
involving crotch ropes? There was a whole bunch from Mason.
Mon Apr 19 17:48:37 1999Kiaren here again. I have a strange schedule that puts me to work constantly for awhile and then long vacations of nothing afterwards. So I have not come to this sight for about a month and a half. So now I guess I have a lot of reading to do, don't I?
I would just like to give a very belated Irish cheer to Dudalb for defending the Green Pride on the beloved St. Patrick's Day. I loved the story. Of course, I might be biased. But your stories are always high quality; you don't have to have the same ancestry to apprieciate them.
To everyone: Keep up the good stories, even if I have to spend all night reading them to get caught up!
I'd also like to say that this is the one year anniversery of me stumbling upon this page. Twelve months later, it still entertains. Thanks Canuck.
Now, I know I "retired" from writting stories, but in honor of the anniversery, I might be persuaded to write one to celebrate. If you all want to hear one, let me know, and I'll get typing.
Good job, and keep it up!Kiaren
Tue Apr 20 01:45:07 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Hi all!
Thanks for the nice words about my latest little contribution.
Cannuck: I guess it'll soon be time to congratulate you on over 400.000 hits! So I'll do it now: GRATTIS!!!And please archive soon, my old computor doesn't like the "current file" being as big as it is!
Tue Apr 20 12:00:36 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Firstly, congrats PH on yet another great story. Fantastic stuff as always...
Have to find a way to celebrate 500,000 hits... any ideas?
Kiaren, yes, I'd LOVE to read a new story from u..
BTW, I promise to post another 'Nicky' story soon - but not until my hand gets better - broken in a silly accident (tripped and fell) a little while back and can only type (badly) with my left... ngrrrrr....
definitely no bondage till it gets better - now thats really doing it hard.... (grin)
mason
Tue Apr 20 03:27:44 EDT 1999Hi...I like clothed bondage sites too, but I can NOT find any of males. Please please help.
Withheld
Tue Apr 20 11:39:26 UTC+0200 1999Zorro- what is a sleeper-hold? You know, English is not my mother tongue.
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Hey everybodyif you are looking for pictures of attractive women in clothed bondage, check out rocks page
look in the archives of the pictures section under bondage, jean in bondage, and gagsi didn't check every picture, but i didn't find any that weren't clothed
in case the link doesn't work
Tue Apr 20 11:15:44 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Sleepover Revenge
O.K. Before you read any further to understand this story you must look at and read the prelude to this story posted this month. Also there are some things I forgot to tell you in that post.
First their was a girl named Rachel that was also buged by the same girls because she was a tomboy and so helped us during our raid by disconnecting some of the bobby traps and showing where the others were. Unfortunaty it didn't help us. Also that by the time this part that I am about to tell you about happens we had become kind of boyfriend & girlfriend she was my first love! One last thing after the last years incendent the four girls asked if the adults at the center would help to get back at us we they explaned their plan the adults wrote up a permission slips and had Rachels and my parents sign it. I think They signed to teach that one rule treat other as you would have them treat you. And now on with the story! It is now the next year and this year the sleepover has been lenthened to entire weekend. And I and Rachel had all but forgot about the threat of revenge a year past. By this time I was 11 and Rachel was 11 1/4 years old.
It was about 3:00 in the afternoon when it all began Rachel and I were playing. She told me that was going to the bathroom and would be back in a few minutes so I waited and waited for about thirty minutes and I was wondering where she was I when inside to look for my friend I checked the bathroom she wasn't their so I checked the girls room same result and I check the boys room
nothing. So I begin to search each of the seven main rooms I went form room to room finding nothing until I came to room number 2 I whent in and to my complete and uder suprise I saw Rachel wearing and Princess Jasmine form Disneys Aladdin
and she was gaged with duct tape and her arms were taped down to the armrests of a a chair and feet were taped to each of the chairs legs. She was wresting with the tape and trying to yell under her gag As I came toward her she keep saying the same thing "louc obut bind huw" (look out behind you)but I didn't understand her then I got down on my knee and removed her duct tape gag. Then again she said "look out behind you" I spun around to she three girls and an adult pounce on top of me the adult sandy clamped her hand over my mouth and the three other girls and I struggled until they finnaly they got me on my stomach.
After they got me on my stomach sandy took her hand off my mouth and began to tie my hands behind my back after she did that the other girl pinned down my legs and sandy proceeded to them up while she was doing that the girls literally put a sock in it and tied a pair of panty hose around my head
very effectively gaging me. All the while Rachel watched helpless do do anything. Then the pay back began the girls lifted me up and placed me in a seat next to Rachel who was regaged. Then Anna came in to the room with something behind her back
and she said "I told you I get you back And I also decidied to do the same to little acomplice here" then she said " Oh, by the way are feeling left out don't worry I have a costume for you to she then displayed what was behind her back A Belle dress from beauty and the beast. I tell the next part of the story tomarrow Until Then.Eric D
Wed Apr 21 11:16:20 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Sleepover Revenge: Part Two
As you can imagine my eyes got as big as dinner plates I sprung from my seat still bound and began hoping away. But, Of corse I didn't get very far. and they pushed me back in my chair. But I then remebered the unsaid rule and I acepted my fate. Sandy then began to untie my feet and she then lifted me out of the chair and on to my feet then walked me to the in-classroom bathroom the other girl then came over and formed a human shield so that I could not escape. Sandy then untied my hands and I went in and Sandy handed me the Belle costume and to put it and the accessories. I'm thinking what a accessories I turned around and found out. There on the floor were some yellow one inch heels a new package of white tights a pearl necklace a brown about two foot long wig and a white silk bra. Of corse I asked them through the door "Do I have to?" and you know what there answer was "yes!". So I thought no big deal it will be over in a little bit just bare with it. And so I put all of the stuff on. Then I asked them through the door "what do I do now?"
Eric D
Wed Apr 21 11:39:56 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999"Come out of there so we can see how cute you look!" was the reply. And so I walked out and they all said "awe"and "isn't he so cute" then I looked at Rachel and saw her laughing under gag at my situation Then Anna said to me "Face me please" and I saw a camera go flash "Thank You you may now return to your seat. The rest of the girls took hold of my arms and led me back to the chair and sat me down. They then tie my wrists to the arm rests and my ankles to the chair legs. Then another flash Anna had taken another picture. Then Sandy who had left the room came back with to water balloons you know what I thought they were doing She handed one to Anna. She then came towward me I braced for impact but instead she pulled out the front part of the collar and placed the balloon in one of the bras cups Anna then did the same with the other balloon. And again snap goes the camera. Sandy then told me to lean forward so I did then takeing some rubber cement glued the zipper of the dress so now I was stuck like this unless I cut it off not a good Idea after this they brought in four pichers of water and again me and Rachel thought we would be soaked unstead the cut one of each of our hands free and told us to drink as much water as we could so they took off our gags and we together drank about two and half pichers they then re-gaged us and tied our hands back down
Eric D
Wed Apr 21 12:04:19 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999It's not over yet log on again tomarow for the third enstalment By the way did anything like this ever happen to you guys? Plus what do you think of it so far do you like it or is it a little to weird for you?
Eric D
Tue Apr 20 16:27:10 1999Welcome to Fighting 101. Today's topic: the sleeper hold. Listen up, Andy...I rarely repeat myself. A SLEEPER HOLD is when you come up behind someone, and wrap your right (or left) arm around their neck, and your opposite hand on the side of their head, pressing their head (and neck) further into your arm. It's good for hurting people without REALLY hurtin' them. However, it can be fatal, moo ha haaa!
'Ciao.Zorro
Wed Apr 21 16:22:38 UTC+0200 1999Thank you Zorro. Ciao a te!
Andy_V
Wed Apr 21 18:26:47 1999Just to say Eric he's writin a good story with - I think - sometimes a bit too long sentences...
And ask a few questions to the group - at least one : you spoke sometime ago of what's a "clean" bondage site is and what's it's not. I read the offtopic page but find no answers to my questions. In fact I just want to ask if nudity is considered as a no-clean "fact" - sorry, can't recall the right word, hope you'll understand.
In other words: will you accept any story of child/tennhood bondage incuding sometimes the fact that the "actors" are naked (but whithout any other sexual "acts") ?I think, for example, that Stephan's story in the offtopic part of this site would have been a good one if only he had not tell about his following tortures. Do you agree ? Why ?
Waitin for your answers, thanks & see you later & keep writin so graet stories.
Merlin
Wed Apr 21 18:36:46 1999Well, it's like an addiction. I thought I would stop writting, but I enjoy it too much. So I'll write one story, almost exactly one year after I wrote my first story to this site. After I decided to write it, I thought I should wait until Canuck fixes the Current Postings page. Well, that happened today. So, here it goes. This story will be in pieces on and off for the next week. I hope you enjoy it.
Kiaren
Wed Apr 21 19:03:07 CDT 1999Since this didn't post last time I'll put it up again:
THE BOUND-N-GAG ADVENTURES OF THE WEIRDO TRIO
Kayla, Ashley, and I burst through the door, as hungry and ravenous as a pack of wild dogs. We had been riding my four-wheeler that day and were extremely tired and hungry. We gobbled down 3 platefuls of the spaghetti my mother made for us each. Then we rested and planned what we would do next. "Hey Justin, do you still have that athletic tape?" asked Kayla. Speaking of which the previous day we had found a big roll of abandoned athletic tape on the gym floor at school. "Yup" I said. So I hurriedly ran to my room and got it. "Let's play Mad Doctor first!" said Kay. "Yeah," said Ashley, "and you can be the psychotic patient." Kay sat in a chair and Ash handed me the roll of athletic tape and I started wrapping it around her. "Oh no Doc! What are you DOING?!" screamed Kayla. "I get little tickles in my stomach whenever we do this..." I said in my little villain voice. Then the tape slipped and went up to Kayla's chest. "Ooh, that was a little close to the bosom" laughed Kayla...
...we all laughed. "Um, maybe we better get this chair" I said grabbing a straighter, wooden one. We completely wrapped her up and taped her mout shut with 2 strips of duct tape, which she worked her tongue through and started doing weird stuff with her tongue. We quickly tore off the tape and threw it away when we saw my mom pulling up from my brother's game. She walked in as we sat casually watching MTV. Then she looked in amasement at the empty pot of spaghetti we wolfed down and asked us if we had ate it all. Yes.Earlier that day we played psycko driver where one person put on the psycho kidnapper mask while the other was blindfolded on the four-wheeler. The poor victim couldn't see what the wild four-wheeler driver was doing. That was something Kay and Ash thought up because I hid in the well shed... heh, heh...
"Well now that your mom is home, what will we do?" asked one of them. I sneaked into my room, gathered some duct tape, a gag, and some scissors. "We'll go down to my secret spot and do it!" I said. The secret spot was really a big, bent over tree in the corner of a field near the creek. After we got there we talked for a while and rode my four-wheeler. Finally we chose a tree about a foot and a half away from a revene with the creek running through it (we usually don't do it this 'dangerous' but we were really cautious and feeling lucky.) "I'll go first" I said. Kayla duct taped my legs and chest to the tree. Then she brought my hands around back and taped them. Then she put a big duct tape X over my mouth topped of with the gag around my face. I mmmphed and mmmed all I could but I couldn't talk. Then Ash said "Hey let's play Ransom!" So Kay untied my wrists and said "Okay hostage, it's feeding time but I motioned not to remove the gag. I hesitated- er- um- struggled to get free and finally Ash pulled up in the "getaway vehicle" and we rode off, with Kayla......pretending to flip us off. I threw back my head and laughed. Then while we were tying Ashley up she had to use the bathroom so I told her that she and Kayla could ride the four-wheeler home alone so it would go faster. Thet had played a few pranks on me so I decided to follow them home so they wouldn't leave me behind, and it was getting late. But as I approached I saw Kay and Ash standing in the middle of the road worrying over some thing, my four-wheeler in the ditch crahes into a barbed-wire fence, and I heard some thing about "my mom was going to kill them", but that, my friends, is a whole other story...
THE END; SO LONG, YOU CHAWBACONS!!
jUSTiN
http://www.angelfire.com/tx2/insanitydotcom
justin_y2k@yahoo.com
Wed Apr 21 20:30:58 CDT 1999PS: If you want to see a good page of tied up people (it's not all about that but mostly is) then go to http://www.angelfire.com/tx2/insanitydotcom
and/or e-mail me at justin)y2k@yahoo.com if you want to chat about his kind of stuff.PSS:I'm still a teenager so you should know that.
PSSS:And I don't use the word "bondage" because that means slavery.
PSSSS: Thanx!!!
jUSTiN the Gagged KiD
http://www.angelfire.com/tx2/insanitydotcom
justin_y2k@yahoo.com
Thu Apr 22 11:41:56 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Eric - good story so far, yes, I like it - its interesting. It sounds like it was nothing more than innocent childhood fun to me. Its only violence or overly sexual acts that are not welcome here - that includes sexual torture like stephans.
Merlin, yes, by all means, please post your story. Nudity is fine so long it's non sexual. Its ok to mention your state of dress or undress! as the case may be so long its merely descriptive and central to the story, not too overtly sexual or gratuitously pornographic.
Anyway, Canuck is the final arbiter here, not I! If he likes them, they'll stay up there. It IS his site affter all.....
Kiaren, looking forwards to reading the rest of your story!
mason
Wed Apr 21 22:32:02 Est (Heure d'été) 1999Hi!
I did some maintenance on the site: the february and march archives are now splitted up in two parts, more manageable for old browsers. I also archived the first half of this month's posts.
Eric, Justin, and Zorro (no, we don't hate you, Zorro! ;), thanks for your stories.
Ph and Kiaren: it's nice to hear from you again. Ph, excellent story, as usual. Kiaren, can't wait to read what happens next...
Merlin, I totally agree with Mason: Nudity is fine, as long as your story follows the usual guidelines (see the top of this page). So go ahead, post your story, we're looking forward to reading it.
Finally, for the bilingual or trinligual readers, a (small) bunch of new stories has been posted on the French site recently. Some of them are very good. On the German page, after a very busy winter, things have been rather quiet for a few weeks. Hibernation is over, guys! Start posting again!
Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com
Wed Apr 21 23:10:03 EDT 1999hey every1, i guess i'll get straight to it so here's the story...
about 5 months ago, when i was 15 and my g/f was 16, i was at my girlfriends house watching some movie in her old room(she was staying in the guestroom because a year earlier her room was destroyed by leaking pipes-flood) her parents convieniently out at the auto-body shop getting their car redone cause of an accident earlier that day, they would be away for at least another 3 hours or so.
Anyway, we were watching the movie which was getting pretty boring, i guess just a bad movie or just ancy, so we started talking and somehow it was brought up that a week before a freind we ducktaped to a chair by herself by "accident" and couldn't get out. and i said something like "good thing that wasn't me, you would have killed me before letting me go" because she had a very active tickleing fetish and it's hard keeping her off me when i have all my hands to work w/. ashe just laughed and about 5 min. later left the room and didn't say why and came back with a shopping bag filled w/ something, i couldn't see what. she just put it down at the head of the bed(it was just a futon in bed position so it was low) and just started talking or whatever, and minutes later ended up kissing, she manuvered me so that i was at the top of the bed w/ my legs pionting to the bottom ot the bed and let go of me, she reached into the bag to pll out ribbon(thinck) and duct tape, and grabbed my hands and quickly duct tapeed them together at the wrists and sat up on my chet and pushed my arms down to the mattress and used the ribbon that was already tied to the bar on the headboard to secure my hands there. i didn't even realize what she did until she moved to my feet and i still didn't think of strugling. she finnished with my legs pretty fast and came back up and sat on my chest again and jst watched me strugle and squirm for a minute until she said "there's no use now, your mine, and your staying right here". She of coarse began tickling me violently in the stomach and i was completely helpless to do anything at all. after about 15 min. of that she stoped and left the room again and came backn with a camera and follwed by one of her freinds who i was also good friends with!
I was absolutly shocked, the friend, alysa just smiled and laughed, my g/f, liz lumped up on the bed and walked up on to my stomach and kicked off her almost knee high boots to the sid of the bed and began playing with my face wih her toes and would occasionally try to shoved them in my mouth doing so succsefuly quite a few times whle taunting me inbetween urging alysa to help her. alysa jumped in doing just about the same and liz stoped and began tickling my knee's and stomach, i couldn't belive what was going on, having a foot fetish and also loving bondage i was pretty much in heven. I was making no attempet to escape anymore but made it seem like i was, and that just made them want to do more. alysa stopped what she was doing and grabbed the duct tape and sealed my mouth and then went and sat prett much on my face but with most of her weight on my chest, liz stopped and they said something eally quick and left once again and didn't come back for maybe half an hour, i don't know how long there was no clock.i had almost fallen asleep, just barley awake when they came in they came up to me and liz told me that she ould let me go if i promised i'd do whatever they wanted for the rest of the night, which turned out to be alot more then just 3 hours, they took everything off exept for wrist bondage and attached sort of a leash to it with another small piece of tape and led me out to the tv room and acted like nothing had happened.
the rest of the night was pretty normal exept that i wasgivving them massages and foot massages and bringing them food all night, but nothing nearly as exiting as before, and nothing scince then or probly ever will be that exiting!
Alexx
Vintage3@AOL.COM
Thu Apr 22 13:48:18 1999OK, Mason & Canuck, thanks for answers, I see we are understanding. So I can now start to write one of my own story I think enough interesting. You'll probably get it in ... well, you 'll probably get it .
To all last writers : keep on writin so good tales.
See you next time ... My pen's callin me ...
Merlin
Thu Apr 22 11:13:58 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Sleepover revenge: part three
Ok! Ready for the next installment.
Here we go.Now as you remeber Rachel and I were tied to chairs Rachel wearing A princess jasmine costume and I was being forced to wear Belle's ballgown from beauty and the beast. I also had on tights, heels, wig, bra, and necklace. Now needless to say I was very embarassed already. The next stage in the payback then began. They first tied my chest around the back of the chair they then did the same to Rachel. Then Dana came around behind me and Rachel and blindfolded us with some scarves. Then I overherd Sandy say "now it's time for the real transformation to begin." I thinking what does that mean. Well I foundout the next thing that happened was I felt my fingers being heldout then a cold touch on my nail and I realized they were painting my nails. But I didn't protest because of the "RULE" I was starting not to like that rule.
After they had painted my nails A shocking color of pink they removed my gag and blindfold. I then discovered that they had done the same to Rachel.
As my eyes came into focus I saw Sandy seting up some make-up I told her "please don't do this to me." Only reply I got was "please close your mouth." So I did She then put a fire engine red lipstick on my lips I then looked over to see the girls holding down Rachel to put her make-up on her. Rember she is a tomboy. I then got blush, and eyeliner. Then that part was over. Wehw! But belive me friends it wasn't over yet!
They then left me and Rachel tied to the chairs with duct tape ungaged. So I asked her what happened. She told me that when she had come in that Sandy had asked her to help her with somthing. She said yes and sandy led her to room number 2 and that the same thing that happened to me happened to her. It had been about fifteen minutes before they came back the girls were carrying few big boxes some buckets and sandy was carrying one of those little wadding pools. Anna then aprouched and told me and Rachel that what we did to here she was doing to do to us plus a little extra.Eric D
Thu Apr 22 11:59:14 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Next part tomarow again!
Eric D
Thu Nov 26 19:13:00 UTC+0100 1998Wow! I really like your stories. Cool of you to come back after some time Kiaren. Ive been reading on this page for a coupl´a months and i like what i see!
Keep the good work up!DORFL
Thu Nov 26 19:18:17 UTC+0100 1998Ah, and Zorro ( I used to call myself Zorro all the time when I was about 5 =) )they dont hate you, they just dont understand you, and what they dont understand, they fear =)
DORFL
Wed Apr 21 18:44:35 1999The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 1: Prolouge
It was the year after the summer of Emmy (April, July, and August of'98). I was 12 now, and enjoying the freedom of summer. It was a hot day, and my cousins on my father's side of family, Liz and Nicole, came over to use my pool. Liz was 12, like me, and Nicole was 11. Also, a cousin on my mother's side, Chris, was staying over for the week. He was 11 and lived out of state. Nevertheless, he and the girls had met before, and got along well. Luckily for me.
To round everything out, Emmy came over too. She did not have a pool, and often came over to use mine. Emmy was 12 now too. Melissa was away at camp or something. Happily, all of them got along swimmingly (pun intended).
After about an hour of swimming, my parents decided to go someplace (I forgot where). Never mind that by now I was 5 ft. tall in a 4 ft. deep pool. Never mind that there were five of us. Never mind that Nicole would go on to become a championship swimmer in High School. Nope. We had to get out when there were no adults around. So after protests, whines, threats, more whines, and louder threats, all five of us were out of the pool drying off.After my parents had left, we assembled on the patio, now dressed in assorted summer clothes. We needed something to do now that my parents had left, and we found something. All of us had often played some sort of game where a bad guy (always me) would chase around, corner, and eventually lose out to the good guy/girl (always Liz, Nicole, or Emmy). However, we had never all played this game together. That changed that day.
We set up the game: Chris and I would be the villians -robbers- who pull of a heist. Emmy, Liz, and Nicole would try to catch us. The game began...Kiaren
Thu Apr 22 16:35:16 1999The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 2: The First Capture
We skipped the messy part about the actual robbery and concentrated on the after effects, which was mostly our hiding out and the girls trying to catch us. At that point, like in most of our games, it became less of a scripted chase with meaning and more of a random chase with 5 pre-teens running around and screaming. Much fun.
The "loot" was monopoly money, and it was divided between my room and my treehouse/fort. The fort was our "safehouse", and the girls could not enter. Likewise, their safehouse was the basement.
With everything set up, we decided to defend ourselves with a counter-offensive. We saw Emmy rounding a corner of the house, and sprang into action. This called for Plan 1! Mostly because there was no Plan 2, or 3, or 4. Plan 1 was actually concieved on the spot, but it still ended up working perfectly; 'Natch.
Chris rounded the corner of the house and made sure that Emmy saw him. Then he ran back towards me. I was pressing against the side of the house. Emmy took the bait, and ran after Chris, around the corner, and past me. It was too late for her.
"Gotcha!" I said, putting the cold, hard plastic to her head.
She put her hands up, and we disarmed her. We prepared to lead her to the fort when I came up with agreat idea. Something that could only work with Emmy, not Liz or Nicole. Our history together... well... you know the rest.
"Chris, take Emmy to the fort. I'll meet you there." I ordered.
"Why?" he asked.
"You'll see." I said, looking right at Emmy. I don't think she knew what was going on, but she knew something was up.
He led her away, hands on her head, while I scurried to the garage to find supplies...Kiaren
Thu Apr 22 16:50:56 1999The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 3: Emmy is our Hostage
I picked up some stuff- tape, rope, cord- as fast as I could and started back to the fort. It was too late, though; Liz saw me
"Freeze!" she yelled. "You're under arrest!"
Well, I was in no mood to be under arrest. And I really wanted to deliver the goodies back to Chris and Emmy. So I did the only thing I could do: I ran like a girl back to the fort.
Liz yelled and gave chase; I yelled for Chris to cover me. I entered the fort just as Liz got into squirt range. But she was forced to retreat under Chris' onslought from above, and we were safe. Except Emmy, of course. She was in for it.
"What did you get?" asked Chris.
"A little bag of tricks!" I exclaimed, holding up the rope and tape. If Emmy had any doubts to my intentions, they were gone on the spot.
"Great," she said. Now you're kidnapping me." She was rolled up in a ball in a corner of the fort.
"You're already kidnapped." I explained. "This just makes it more so. Hands behind you."Kiaren
Thu Apr 22 17:03:13 1999The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 3: Emmy is our Hostage, con't
Emmy put her hands behind her, and I tied them with the rope. I then secured her arms to her waist by tying them with a longer piece of rope. I tied her feet together, then her knees. I had never done a hog tie, and decided now would be a good time. Besides, we had limited space, and had to get our prisoner as compact as possible. I did the hog tie, and asked if she was comfortable.
"I'm fine." she said. Then Chris spoke up.
"They're comin'!" he cried.
Sure enough, Liz and Nicole were coming towards us, looking for Emmy.
"Emmy!" they cried. "Emmy!"
"In here!!" Emmy cried before I could gag her. "They've got me prisoner! Helmmp!"
I hand gagged her, and asked Chris to throw me the roll of tape.
"Emmy!?" they cried. They had heard her.
"Shoot!" I said (actually, it sounded like "shoot", but was less appropriate).
They ran towards the fort as I put the finishing touches on turning Emmy's lower face into a mummy.
"Emmy!" they each cried again.
"Mmmph! Mmmzz, Mclmm!" Emmy (sort-of) said. She had tried to say "Liz, Nicole", but did not do so well.
"Where is Emmy?" asked Liz.
"Who?" I yelled back.
"What did you do to her?" asked Nicole.
"We don't know who you're talking about." said Chris, trying to keep a straight face.
"We'll get you!" Liz shouted. "Don't worry Emmy, we'll help you!" Nicole added.
The girls went inside the house to formulate a plan. Meanwhile, Chris looked back at us, and then a long time at Emmy. Then broke out in uncontrollable laughter.
"What did you do to her?" he howled. Emmy just moaned.
"Nothin in the rules say I can't." I claimed.
Now, it was time to leave the fort again. Liz and Nicole would try to get us. But I was eager to add to my collection...Kiaren
Fri Apr 23 20:37:57 CDT 1999You people all really strange... and that doesn't mean I'm mocking you Zorro! Oh what the hell do I care. Anyway all of your stories are cool, especially the camp and sleepover ones. It must have been torture to dress up like a girl. Ewwww! But for some weird reason down at my school, even during class when the teacher is gone, the girls tackle the boys and try to put lipstick on them. One kid who is half-gay just lets them do it, but it makes me sick. It's pretty immature for 7th graders, but I can't exactly say I'm mature myself... heh heh heh...
Fri Apr 23 20:52:22 CDT 1999PS: Oh and do any of you have nonporno web pages?
jUSTiN
justin_y2k@yahoo.com
Sun Apr 25 00:24:38 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Kiaren, Eric D > Great stories so far! Can't wait to hear the rest!
Merlin > Please post soon, I can't wait to hear your tales.
A special thanks to Canuck for running such a great site.
James
Sat Apr 24 10:25:07 1999DORFL: Ya hit the nail right on the head, pal.
Welcome, Justin. I see you are attempting to match me in the "arrogant jerk" department. well, ya won't win! By the way....what school do you go to?! Back in 7th grade at my school, all we did was diss each other 'till someone cried.
I was undefeated.
Kiaren: Great story! 2 thumbs up!
James: If ya want cool stories, look for mine in the April (pt1) achives or late March.
I will return soon. 'Ciao.Zorro
Sat Apr 24 10:35:01 1999Oh Justin.....one little question. How can someone be "half-gay?" Either you're straight or you're queer....PERIOD! What does this kid do if he's "half-gay".....wake up each morning and flip a coin??
Zorro
Sat Apr 24 10:56:29 PDT 1999Just wondering after reading some of the earlier posts what the rest of you think, but I've enjoyed the most the ones where kids tie up their moms, neighbors' moms, and teachers. I had that fantasy myself as a kid. My mom's boyfriend tied my mom to a chair when I was a kid. I came home from school and found her in the living room (fully dressed). Rick was really proud of himself; he asked me what I thought. Mom was
p-o'd. I remember how tight her blouse was with her hands pulled behind her. I also liked the fact that she wasn't able to give the orders right then. I went into the kitchen and helped myself!Barristr
Sat Apr 24 13:45:32 1999Before I add more chapters to the ongoing saga, I would like to point out that today is the 1 year anniversary of my first contribution to this sight. "Emmy" can be found in April of '98, and the two sequels are in July and August. Also, thanks for the compliments so far. You ain't read nothin' yet though!
The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 4: Battle Royal
"Look out!" I hollered to Chris as a stream of water zapped by his ear.
"Jeez!" he cried, knowing he had just narrowly missed a watery death. We were cornered, and running out of ammo. Our squirt guns were half empty, and we couldn't escape.
We left the fort becuase the unwritten rules of fairness forbid a team to stay in a safehouse for a long time. On the prowl though, we fell victims to our own foolishness and the girls' deceptivness. We entered the house silently and apart; Chris through the front door, myself through the back. I walked passed the basement door, which was shut. It was the girls' safehouse, and we couldn't open it. Walking past the door and into the kitchen, I saw Liz hiding under the table. It was a very bad hiding place. Only I didn't know at the time that she wasn't hiding.
"I see you." I said in a sing-songy voice. "Come out with your hands up." She didn't move.
"Last chance." I ordered. "Get up." She still refused to move. Then I heard the creak of a door behind me. I tunned: cruel fate had struck and I was the strukee. Nicole bounded out from behind the basement door. She had been behind the door the whole time, waiting. Liz wasn't hiding: she was a decoy.
While I turned to face Nicole, Liz got up behind me and moved into position to end my part, but Chris swooped down to save me just in time.
"Kiaren!" he cried. Our kitchen has two portals. One was being blocked by Nicole. Chris jumped down from the other, knocked into me, and got me out of the way just as Liz fired. She just missed.
"No!" she cried.
Chris landed on top of me in a corner. We moved into defensive positions quickly, before the g
Chpt. 4: Battle Royal, con'tWe moved into defensive positions quickly, before the girls could attack. Nicole held her spot by one exit, and had us in her sights. Liz moved up to the other exit, and had half the kitchen in squirt range. We were trapped.
And so the battle raged! Our ammo began drying up, and things looked bleak.
"Surrender!" yelled Nicole.
I admit I thought about it. But if we did, what about Emmy? They'd find her, and get revenge. Emmy would see to that. She would never let this slide. No, we would not surrender. We would fight to the end and die, bravely, in a hail of tapwater.
Tapwater! That's it! The sink was five feet away from me. If I could get to the sink, I could reload! That was our only chance, but how?...
Chpt. 5: That Sinking FeelingHow? How could I do it without getting shot? Nicole would have a perfect chance at me. Wait! If I could quickly fill a cup and then bring that back instead, both Chris and I could use that to refill. Yes! I was genius!. I was just about to lunge for it when an even more brillient -and evil- plan popped into my mind. And it was killer- literally. I wouldn't even need to refill to get Nicole.
"Chris," I yelled. "Cover me!". He moved up to draw Nicole's fire and I ran to the sink, then turned on the cold water full blast. Then, I did something equally mean and hilarious. Do you know those little squirty things on sinks that help you wash dishes? Well, I had the turbo-pressure kind. With super cold water at full blast, I pointed it at Nicole, flashed a sinister smile, and fired.
"AAAAHHHH!!!!" she screamed as the front of her shirt was drenched. "You little (CENSORED)!! I'm gonna kill you!!"
Maybe so, but right then, her guard was down, and Chris and I ran out fast before Liz could stop us. She must have stopped to turn off the sink, because behind us, we heard Nicole scream:
"Don't turn it off!! Get 'em!!"
Chpt. 5: That Sinking Feeling, con't.I ran like the wind and never looked back, even when I heard Chris behind yell, "No!". I charged into the fort and scared the bejeezers out of poor Emmy.
"Mmmph!" she said under the tape. By now, she was in the middle of the fort. She had obviously worked to free herself, because she was very sweaty. But I was more concerned about Chris then Emmy at that point. I looked up over the wall to behold my partner on the ground with Liz standing over him. Nicole was stalking over to the fort.
"I've got Chris." she proclaimed.
"I can see." I retorted. "What are ya gonna do to him?"
"You've got something I want; I've got something you want. I could be interested in a trade."
I thought for a moment. A trade would even everything up again. But I was not ready to release my favorite neighbor/hostage.
"No deal." I said. "You can't have Emmy."
"I don't want Emmy." retorted Nicole. "I want you!"
Emmy heard this and responded very loudly. I'm not sure what she said, but I don't think it would have been repeatable.
"Me! Why me?!"
"This is why!!" she screamed as she grabbed a clump of her drenched shirt off her chest. "You are sooo dead!"
I couldn't help but smile in the face of this threat. But Nicole had one more card to play:
"If you surrender now, I go easy on you, and the game continues with Chris free. But if I catch you later- you suffer!"
It took me a milli-second to say no. Nicole stormed off in a fit.
"Come on." she said to Liz as they led Chris into the house. Nicole paused at the door, and turned to me:
"This means War!!"
Chpt. 6: The Dull Talking IntervalI had stood up to temptation and to Nicole. Now all I had to do was not get caught. But the odds were against me. It was 2-on-1, and Nicole was fuming. I looked down at Emmy. She looked very hot, and her forehead was covered with sweat. I felt sorry for her. She may have been my prisoner, but she was my friend first. I bent down to wipe the sweat off her head, but it didn't do any good.
"I'll be right back." I said, sliding out of the fort. I ran over to my pool to refill the squirt gun, and ran back quickly. Once inside, I ungagged her and undid the hogtie. Her hands and feet remained tied.
"Thanks." she said. Then I did what friends are supposed to do: I squirted her all over her face with the gun. She squealed in delight, and fell back laughing.
"Thanks again!" she mocked, with a big smile on her face. She opened her mouth and I squirted some more water in. By now we were both laughing. Some captor/captive relationship this was.
"I can't believe your cousn didn't want to free me." she gripped. "What did you do to her?" I told her the whole story, and she couldn't stop laughing afterwards. "You are bad!" she said.
"I'm the worst." I agreed.
Emmy started shifting uncomfortably against the wall.
"Are you OK?" I asked, concerned.
"I'm a bit stiff." she complained. "Could you untie me? I won't escape or anything."
I trusted her, so I untied her wrists, elbows, and knees, but left her feet tied loosely. She stretched out her stiff arms and rubbed her wrists and bare knees.
"OK now?"
"Yea, thanks. You're not so bad as captors go. Aren't you supposed to question me for information, or something?"
"Nah. I know you don't know anything!" I joked.
"Thanks a lot!" she said, hitting me on the head playfully. A pause. "You know, I was almost hoping you would capture me. I mean, I wanted to be on your team. But when I wasn't, I was hoping you would capture me."
"Why?"
"Cuz, I know you. We're friends. Your cousins are nice, but I like you." We looked at each other.
We were covered in sweat, tired, and on opposite teams. But at that moment, after all the years I'd known her, she never looked more pretty. It was at that very moment that I realized that my best friend was more than a girl, she was a beautiful girl, who felt the same way about me as I did her. The only thing I could do was reply in typical male fashion:
"Yea, uh, me too." and try to change the subject.
Emmy just smiled...Kiaren
Sun Apr 25 01:02:38 GMT-0600 (Canada Central Standard Time) 1999School Dilemma
I was at an all girls boarding school with my new friend Keltie, who I'd just met the day before. The first day we were there, we put our stuff in our room, which we shared with three other girls, all friends from the year before. This was our first year at school there but the other girls had been there before. The first night they decided to play a little school-trick tradition on us. We were sleeping, and during the middle of the night I heard a rustling by my bed. One of the girls grabbed my arms, pulled them behind me, crossed my wrists and bound them together very tightly with rope. She then pulled a strip of duct tape off a roll and stuck it over my mouth. I looked up and realized they had done the same to Keltie. We were marched quietly downstairs and into the basement of the school. Unlike most damp, cold basements of schools, this one was actually furnished quite nicely, much like a large rec room.
The girl who had tied me marched me over to a chair, while the other girl took Keltie to the next room. My hands were untied briefly before being pulled behind the chair and crisscrossed behind it, where they were once again tied very tightly. My ankles were bound to the chair legs. She then used the final length of rope to bind my arms tightly to the back of the chair. My gag was removed briefly and she gave me a drink of water. She then whispered in my ear "Don't worry, it's initiation, everyone gets it", then put duct tape over my mouth before I could say anything. She then climbed upstairs. I didn't like this initiation very much. I twisted my wrists but the ropes were too tight, so I realized I was stuck. When the dawn creeped through the windows, all the girls came to see. Some went to Keltie's room, some stayed by me, and some took pictures for the yearbook. They untied us after, 2 1/2 hours later after we had been taken to the basement.Mae
Sun Apr 25 12:40:18 UTC+0200 1999Hi,
anyone who is looking for pages of clothed males in Bondage should try:
http://members.tripod.com/~bandannagag
This is a site about male bondage in movies and television (There are nearly 1000 pix of males in Bondage on the Bandannagag - Site).
You can find more pages like this one if you check out the links on that page.Happy Surfin'
Hart
Sun Apr 25 13:11:33 EDT 1999Great stories Kiaren and Mae. Stories are getting better and better every day, with all these relatively new posters. Sometimes I miss the days when I had no problem keeping up with the storylines, since it was mainly Doug, PH, Mason, and Dudalb posting (speaking of Dudalb, where is he?), but now there's so many different storylines, it's really fun to come here.
Jeff
Sun Apr 25 13:16:27 CDT 1999Zorro when I say ahlf-gay I literally mean it. Sometimes he acts all manly but other times he's really feminine, and I don't know if he's attracted to girls or boys. it's hard to tell that's why I said half-gay.
Sun Apr 25 13:20:19 CDT 1999And I already said I wasn't calling you a jerk but you're pushing it!
jUSTiN
Sun Apr 25 11:42:18 PDT 1999I have to agree with Barrister's earlier post. For the sole pleasure of having power over another, nothing can take the place of tying up Mom. As a kid I twice tied up babysitters, and a friend and I managed to bind and gag his older sister. In college, it was not uncommon to find a pretty coed bound and gagged in the elevator. However, on the ruse once of doing rope tricks (I was 13), I tied up my mom. For an hour, she sat in a straight back chair, wearing a white blouse and blue cardagan sweater, slacks and low heels. Her hands were behind her, and I had the run of the house, particularly the kitchen and pantry. I listened to her protests from behind her gag and watched her squirm and struggle in her chair. Her fingers struggled to find unreachable knots as I finished off all the chocolate chip cookies. Barrister, if you ever find a site dedicated to THAT, let me know!
Curt
Sun May 23 13:13:04 1999Sorry, Jus......I just have a quick tongue (ask the ladies!). Curt, you may not care, but I agree with you.
Zorro
Sun May 23 13:18:19 1999Onto today's tale....THE FAVOR (pt1)
My ex-girlfriend Sharon (see my earlier posts) had this reall cute red-head friend named Laura. I only spoken to her a grand total of twice when one day after school she approached me and offered to walk home with me. Since she was cute and a friend, I nodded. We chatted about the usual casual teenage crap until....
"I heard you like seein' girls tied up," she said out of nowhere.
I just looked at her; my brain was doing flip-flops....kinda like when someone says to Clark Kent "Hey, you're Superman!"
A voice in my head (one of many) said "answer her." So I nodded, with a weak smirk.
I expected her to scream "PERV!"
However, she said, "Cool. I....kinda have a favor to ask of you."
"Do tell," I replied.
"My boyfriend max is a real jerk," she began." Anyway, on Saturday, I wanna play a prank on him...I'll tell him to come to my house at a certain time, and I wanna make it look like I was robbed. So, I'll have to be tied up."
I just stared at Laura in disbelief. "Um.....okay."
Come at 'round eleven," she responded.
After that, we went back to casual conversation crap, but she did most of the talking. I was too shellshocked.....and excited.
Saturday finally came. I went to her house with a duffel bag of "stuff". Laura greeted me at the door. Twenty minutes were spent messing up her lovely house, and hiding her cash. That was fun, but more was yet to come.
She went to her big bed and asked me what was in the "bag o' mystery".
"Rope and duct tape," I began. "Choose. Rope my be uncomfortable for a while, but easier to remove. Duct tape may look more realistic. Either way, you'll be gagged with tape. Choose."
Now she was shell-shocked. She'd witnessed me in "full bondage creep" mode. She thought.
"Duct tape," was her answer.
TO BE CONTINUED....Zorro
Sun Apr 25 17:51:44 PDT 1999Zorro, thanks; I thought it was just me. I'll never forget that feeling watching my mom, bound and gagged, struggling with the ropes in her chair. I had the complete run of the house and kitchen and almost ate myself sick. I know she was protesting from behind the gag. I could also hear the wooden chair creak and groan from her struggles. She pulled so hard, I thought she'd break the chair, but both the wood and the ropes held. After about 45 minutes or so, she just quit from exhaustion. She'd also managed to tighten the knots I'd made. It was warm, and I could see her sweating into the blouse and sweater. The top fringe of her open collar was wet with perspiration. I sure wish we'd had video cameras in those days.
Curt
Mon Apr 26 03:45:07 UTC+0200 1999Wonderful stories, old and new ones.
I liked also Bob's site, but cannot reach it anymore (get an empty page).
Somebody knows the reason?
Ciao to all posters and readers.
Paolo
Sun Apr 25 22:11:40 EDT 1999What is up with all this Ciao, is it spanish for something?
Freak on a Leash
Mon Apr 26 05:46:11 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Buona sera, Kalispera, Wieczór dobry, Good evening and...(Sorry C. no French tonight).
There were some good stories lately, Zorro, I enjoyed your story more than your "Dennis-the -menace" attitude. Give us more!
I also found Bob's site blank, non-accessable this weekend. Any news on that?
An alternative is always Royler's:
http://members.tripod.com/~Royler/Chat.htmKeep posting good stories!
Mon Apr 26 09:34:55 UTC+0200 1999- THE VARIATION AND OTHER THINGS
- BEFOREWORD
Thank you for reading this. Sorry if my English is not so good, but I hope the things I have written here are at least comprehensible. I would like to know all of your comments and opinions about all of this. Do post here anything that comes across your mind. Thank you again!
This is a story and most of the relative comments were born during two chat sessions at Bob857's place.- THE VARIATION
Well, it happened just once, but it was interesting and amusing. Actually I am talking about a modified version of Hide & Seek game with some Cowboys and Indians sprinkled over it. But let me explain that...
I was about 12 years old and it was a Summer afternoon. Back then I used to play with the neighbors' kids and other kids who were vacationing around our holiday place, and we happened to try out that kind of game (from now on we will call it the Variation). I do not remember who exactly thought of the Variation, unfortunately it was not me. He just said: 'Why don't we find him tied up and gagged because he had just escaped from the Indians' camp?'. OK, OK, realism does not belongs to kids' games. ;-)
So we chose the 'victim' (yes, just one) and proceeded to bind his arms down with a real beauty- a true finger-thick nylon sail rope. No big deal of a tie-up, but he surely would have had to work some to get free without any assistance...Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Apr 26 09:36:37 UTC+0200 1999- THE VARIATION (2 of 4)
... We had nothing to gag him with, sadly: my handkerchief was very dirty and the other kids had not any. I always say that Kleenexes are so sad. So we chose to pretend that he was gagged. We left his legs free and waited some minutes so he could choose where to be found. So we went after him. Some plus point was that he was free to walk and move from one place to another, thus delaying his 'rescue'. The garden was very large and offered plenty of acceptable hideyholes.
Well, that is just about that. At last we spotted and 'rescued' him. I dare say that it was the less funny part of the Variation. Right after finding him, one of us started questioning him, 'Who did that to you?' but a girl scolded him: he had not ungagged him yet... He had forgotten that the victim was gagged! The remaining part of the Variation had no relevant points: he got untied, we adlibbed some non relevant Cowboy talk and that was it.
The strange thing was that we played this kind of game just once and it sort of got lost. Thinking back again now, I think that there were many new things to try in the Variation's frame. For instance, all victims but two, all the victims with their arms tied down and their mouths gagged, and on the run. And the remaining two kids after them. And the rule that no one could be untied before all the victims were found. Just think: the two searchers find one of the victims and must choose wether take him/her along with them without untying him/her, or leave him/her where they have found him/her with his/her ankles tied, or tying him/her to a tree..! Almost endless possibilities!Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Apr 26 09:37:21 UTC+0200 1999- THE VARIATION (3 of 4)
- SEQUITUR POINTS
The neighbours' kids surely had some 'penchant' to that kind of games, though. Eventually (hey, just once!) the frightening thing happened. I had the boy neatly tied up the way I liked (wrists behind back and ankles parallel, not his favourite bondage) and then two things happened: 1) I realized that I was not able to untie his wrists, and 2) his Mother called him in to have dinner. I untied his ankles and he had to go home with his hands still tied to be freed by his Mother. Did this ever happen to anu of you? OK, the #1 rule is to have scissors handy, but hey, I was young back then and I thought I was immortal. :-) So go ahead and blame me. It just happened. I think the problem was that I had tied him using not my preferred rope: it was thinner and so more difficult to unknot.
[At this point GillianB tells me that such games were never clandestine for us as kids so it didn't matter if an adult's help was needed. Well, I think the whole thing was someway different here].
I remember that that kid did not like very much to have his hands bound behind him. He preferred being tied back to back with his sister. Well, yes, just a simple back to back of the kind that really sucks when their wrists are not firmly secured.Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Apr 26 09:38:12 UTC+0200 1999- THE VARIATION (4 of 4)
I remember also that that I once (more, more recently) chatted online with an Italian lady that startled me about a what-if similar to the thing that happened then: I asked her, 'What would you say if one day your son came to you running and with his wrists tied behind him claiming that the neighbours' kid had bound him?' And she answered she would answer him, 'Since you have just been so stupid to let him do that, you will stay like that for a while'. And wait some time before freeing him. [At this point Mason and Hooch remark 'Sounds like a cool mom']. Yes, surprising indeed if you think that she was an ITALIAN Mum- keep in mind that nowadays about ALL commonplaces about Italian people are not true - EXCEPT FOR the ones about Italian Mums. I can just guess that Latin Mums just are different from Anglo-Saxon Mums.- CREDITS
Many thanks to all friends who gave me some pieces of advice about posting all of this and asked me plenty of interestingin questions in occasion of a chat session at Bob857's place on Thursday night:
MickStupp - GillianB - Bob857
... and in occasion of another chat session at Bob857's place on Saturday night:
Mason - GillianB - Hooch - Dudalb - MS - MickStupp - Hawkeye
Thank you all!Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Apr 26 09:38:54 UTC+0200 1999By the way, Ciao is Italian for both 'Hello' and 'Bye' when talking to friends. The word has its origin in ancient Venice.
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Apr 26 04:10:57 PDT 1999When I was l6 a some of my brother's buddies played Robin Hood with me. They jumped me in the woods and asked me where Robin Hood was hiding.
I refused to talk so they grabbed me. I tried to fight them off and I think I could have handled a couple of them with my martial arts training, but there were 5 guys. I was overpowered and they hogtied me with clothesline. Then they pulled off my sneakers and socks, rolled up a sock and shoved it into my mouth. They asked me more questions, but I shook my head, no. So they took turns tickling my barefeet and tummy. I think they also enjoyed looking up my skirt.Karen
velvia@hotmail.com
Mon Apr 26 19:44:18 India Standard Time 1999My First Posting
I have been reading this site for months and only now have I gathered enough courage to make my own posting. The diversity on this website proves how widespread bondage really is. However, I have noticed that almost all posts are from the West or Down Under. What about Asia? I am from India, and though bondage is not a greatly talked about subject here, people are aware of it.My own experiences & feelings are similar to those contributed my many others on this page: I too grew up watching TV & movies with Damsels in Distress (India has the largest film industry in the world, so there is no dearth of films) and poring through comics & Nancy Drews for a glimpse or scene of bondage. We don't have any detective magazines in India, so that's a pleasure I missed out on.
About me: I grew up in joint family made up of the families of 5 brothers. We were 4 boys and 3 girls (with a gap of 8 years seperating the eldest from the youngest) staying in a 2 storey bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood. Needless to say, we drove our parents crazy with our antics, so they more or less let us do our own thing as long as nobody got hurt. This suited us just fine, as we got to play a lot of tie-up games (since they were the least noisy).
One of my favourite incidents follows (No real names are used).
- SamB
SamB
Mon Apr 26 19:45:43 India Standard Time 1999The Eldest & the Youngest
This incident happened when I was 14. I was playing scrabble with my cousin J (age 13) in his room on the top floor of our house. It was the final match of our in-house tournament. While we were trying to concentrate hard on the game, J's sister R (11) came in and started annoying her brother. She was thin and had long brown hair upto her shoulders. It was summer, so she was wearing a T-shirt, shorts and pink coloured cloth shoes (ugh!). She was being very pesky, asking him to "feed" her lunch, since her mom wasn't home (inspite of being 11, she still liked being fed her meals: her mom really pampered her).
Finally, J & I got very bugged with her and decided to stop this game and start another one. J told R to bring the food: he'll feed her. While she went to the other room to bring the plate, J quickly searched the room for something to tie her with. The plan was to tie her up and feed her. If she wanted to be fed, we needed a good excuse to feed her, right ? (It made sense at the time, anyway). The only thing at hand was a couples of J's mom's 'chunnis' (cultural note: a 'chunni' is long thin rectangular piece of cloth (usually cotton or chiffon) that Indian women wear alongwith a traditional suit; it's sort of like a gigantic scarf). Grabbing it, J gave it to me to hide.
When R came with the plate and set it on the table, J very politely asked her to sit on the chair. That was a mistake. R became suspicious immediately (J was never so polite with her unless something was amiss). She understood that something was up. Quickly, she ran out of the room, and onto the verandah balcony.Our bungalow has a verandah in the middle on the ground floor. Above it, both the first and second floors have a gaping hole the size of the verandah, so that one can see the sky from the verandah (sort of like a balcony on the inside of the house). R reached the balcony and shouted out to S, our eldest cousin sister (age 19). S, the eldest, was very protective of R, the youngest. S was also the biggest of the children, so there was no way we could catch her. She could take any of us kids in a one-on-one and tie him/her up. So J quickly ran out after R and clamped a hand onto her mouth.
Luckily nobody was out in the verandah at the time, so were weren't seen. I went out after J and we both pulled R back into the room. J held R tight and pulled her hands behind her back, while I twisted the chunni and made a long rope of it. Taking this, I wrapped it 4-5 times around R's hands, before cinching it with a double knot. R usually enjoyed getting tied up, so she kept quiet and didn't scream, even though we weren't covering her mouth.
J sat her down on the chair and tied another chunni around her and the back of the chair, circling it twice. He kept his promise. He started to feed her lunch. He teased her with the food, bringing it to her mouth, and pulling it away, while R struggled. With her hands tied, she could only move her head to follow his hands. She was enjoying herself by now.Suddenly, we heard S calling out to R from the first floor. She had heard R screaming for her, but was busy at the time. She was calling to check what R wanted (R was always borrowing S's old comics). J & I froze. We knew if S found out we had tied R, we'd get the same treatment. We had to let her go at once. But then I had an idea. I told J, "Wait! Why do we have to let her go ? Why not catch S too ? Among the two of us, we can take her !" J jumped to the idea.
Quickly, he went to his sister's room, rummaged through the drawers and found some hankies, scarfs and some sticking plaster. He came back with the stuff and handed it to me. I rolled up a hanky and stuffed it in R's willing mouth (she was enjoying this too much to understand that S was on her side). Meanwhile, J cut some pieces of sticking plaster and started putting them across her lips. Then we took a scarf and tied it across R's mouth. She was tightly gagged. J tickled her to check if any sound came out. Not a Mmmph.
Not having heard from R for so much time, S decided to come up to look for her. She was tall, slim, and had very long straight hair upto her waist, which she had pulled up in a ponytail. She too was wearing a T-shirt and shorts.Me and J panicked. There was not enough time to find stuff to tie her up with. What could we do ? Suddenly, I noticed his Dad's air pistol and had an idea. I motioned to J to keep quiet and hide behind the door while I hid behind the other. As soon as S came in, I aimed the gun at her.
"Oh, look! Another native !", I told J in a gruff voice. He looked puzzled.
"Hands up!", I told S, keeping the native accent and heavy voice. She was not sure what was happening, but she complied.
I told J to get the stuff to tie her up with. S was looking uncertain, so I continued.
"We're dacoits from the Chambal valley. We've come to loot your village. Don't act smart or I'll blow you to pieces!"
J caught on and ran to get the tie-up stuff from the other room. Meanwhile, S was not sure how to react. Whether to play along in this children's game or leave. She just stood there until J returned with the clothesline, plaster and lots of hankies & scarves."Put your hands behind your back!" I ordered.
I knew that if we were to catch her, it could only be with her will. Otherwise she could take the two of us together. She slowly turned around and crossed her hands together behind her.
"Tie her up, J". J quickly took the rope and circled it around her wrists before she changed her mind. After about 10 turns, he took the rope around her waist twice, pinning her hands behind her. Then we asked her to sit on the bed, and tied her ankles together with a scarf.I was quite scared that she might get free, so I checked and double checked her bonds. Then I tied another scarf around her knees, to be sure. Now S started stuggling and getting into the role.
"Please, sir. Let me go. You can take all our valuables. Anything. Don't harm me." She lay down on the bed and started squirming around.
"Silence! Gag her, J, she's talking too much". J took two hankies and knotted them together into a ball. He then shoved the ball into her mouth. She shook her head and tried to spit it out, but I quickly put a hand on her mouth. Meanwhile, J cut really long strips of sticking plaster. Removing my hand off her face, I took one strip at a time and covered her face from cheek to cheek, criss-crossing the plaster. By the time we were done, her face looked like a mummy. Laughing, we showed her the mirror. She saw herself and looked aghast, then started giggling under her gag.
"Enough fun, J. Let's get the valuables and get out of this village, before the police arrives", I told J. Then both of us went to the refrigerator and started eating chocolates and sweets, teasingly showing them to S, who lay tied and gagged on the bed. Until now, we had not told her about R. We decided to surprise her."OK, J. I think we should leave now. But we need a hostage. Let's take her". Saying this, I went to S and sat her up on the bed. Her ponytail was all mussed up from the struggling. While fixing her hair, I took a scarf and blindfolded her with it. She mmmphed, but I ignored her.
Both I & J carried her to the next room, helping her hop all the way. It was quite a funny sight. As we entered, R saw S and started laughing under her gag. S heard the muffled giggles but did not understand. We placed her on the bed in front of the mirror, still blindfolded and gagged. Next, we took a small piece of rope and tied her hands to her ankles, makng a hogtie. S was now directly facing the mirror. We removed the blindfold and ran back.
S opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror. Then she saw R sitting on a chair, also tied up and gagged. She started struggling furiously. I & J decided to give them 15 minutes to get loose. We went back to our scrabble game in the other room.
After about 20 minutes, we went back to the room and found R & S as we had left them. S had managed to get the rope connecting her hands and legs loose, but other than that, was as tightly tied as ever. We went to them and started untying them.I asked S if she was OK. "Yes. I've never been tied like this before, you know. It was fun." Good. We were scared she'd tell her parents or worse, get revenge on us. R was thrilled with the entire idea, and said, "Wow! That was great fun! Can you tie me again sometime ?" Sheesh. This girl never learnt...
SamB
Mon Apr 26 19:53:18 India Standard Time 1999End Note
How did you like that story ? I would appreciate some feedback, after having invested so much time posting it.And, I know it' s been said before, but I'm saying it again anyway. Great Site ! Keep up the good work ! Love Mason, GillianB, Dudalb, Doug and all the other regulars.
- SamB
SamB
Mon Apr 26 15:03:29 1999The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 7: The Unlikely Alliance
"Found 'em!" I said, taking the bag of water ballons out of the cuboard.
"Great!" yelled Emmy from another room. "I've got about three more squirt guns here."
Emmy was mad at Nicole; I was desperate not to get captured by Nicole. It was a natural alliance, elevated, of course, by the heartfelt and teary-eyed conclusion of last chapter. Emmy invited me over to her house to stock up on more supplies. Once stocked, we went back to liberate my house.
"They're not gonna believe this!" I said giddily, eagerly anticipating blasting Liz and Nicole into oblivion with our new arsenol.
We picked up three new guns, fully loaded. We also had five water ballons filled to capacity. And, for protection, Emmy and I each had umbrellas. To top it all off, Emmy's mom gave us each a glass of fresh ice tea for refreshment! Tradgedy, though, was nearly avoided when I noticed that Emmy's wrists, elbows, and knees still had rope marks! Luckily, her mother didn't notice.
Once ready, we left to complete our mission. This was gonna be so cool...
We went around to the back of the house first. Liz and Nicole were not outside. I looked in the fort, and got a huge shock: the monopoly money was gone! The monopoly money from the long forgotten heist that the game was supposed to be (but no longer was) based on. I didn't take it. Emmy didn't take it. Chris was a prisoner. That meant one of the girls had broken into a safehouse and stolen an item. Retribution was in order. Now, we could break into their safehouse...
Chpt. 8: Breaking and EnteringNo more splitting up like what Chris and I did. Emmy and I went in the front door together. The house was silent.
"Save the basement for last." I whispered. "Let's check the rest of the house." We checked all the bedrooms first. The other half of the money was still in my room, and my parent's room, as well as the spare room, were empty.
We were about to resort to entering the lion's den when we heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I cautiously moved in,and readied the umbrella. It was coming from the shower. I stepped in front of the shower curtain, and Nicole pushed it back suddenly, scaring the !@#$ out of me!
"Ah-ha!!" she cried. She had the cold water on full blast. She had the shower hose in her hand, ready to drown me with it. But a quick movement of the umbrella repelled the water easily.
"Augghh!" came Nicole's anguished cry. "That's not fair!"
"Too bad Nick." sneered Emmy. From the corner of my eye, I saw a ballon fly through the air, and then a pop, and then Nicole's scream:
"Nooooo!" I looked up over the umbrella at her. Any progress she had made in drying off her shirt was destroyed by Emmy's well placed ballon.
What joy was to be had leading Nicole out of the bathroom as our prisoner. We walked down the hallway, Emmy and I on either side of her, both eagerly thinking of ways to punish her. We would have to tie her up, of course; Emmy and I agreed on that before-hand. But then what? Spray her with a hose? Put ice cubes on her? Well, we would think of something soon. But now, we had to rescue Chris...Kiaren
Tue Apr 27 11:46:08 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999just to say:
Great stories!!
Andy, I enjoyed your story very much. Well told and very interesting. Not to worry, your english is just fine. I had no problems understanding it.
Sam, your story was terrific too. great to have somebody from all that way (India) on board. your tale was interesting and funny. good stuff! Yes, by all means, please post again.
BTW, Sam, why don't you join us in the chatroom? If u cannot get into bob's try Roylers instead - we usually have someone on hand to keep tabs on the other chatroom, depending where we are.
Please feel free to email me for more details if you are interested.
mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au
Tue Apr 27 04:35:14 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999God kväll!
AndyV and SamB, your entries were entertaining and interesting reading! I'm looking forward to see more of your postings!
(Sam, perhaps you should give your characters proper names instead of only letters, Like "C.- that way readers can more easily identify with, and/or recognize, the different characters you introduce into the story-line.)
Keep on posting!
Tue Apr 27 11:59:17 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Sorry Guys I have been around to tell you the rest of the story I've been very busy But I will get to you soon See ya!
Eric D
Tue Apr 27 17:34:36 1999In the last episode of THE FAVOR, I was helping my girlfriend's friend Laura fool her boyfriend Max that she'd been robbed, so I had to tie her up. She choose duct tape.
THE FAVOR (pt3)
I took out a big roll of grey duct tape from the bag and held it out. Laura watched and waited for several seconds.
"Um, you'll have to put yer hands behind you," I squeeked out.
She nodded and placed her hands behind her. I wrapped the tape around her wrists at least 20 times. Then I wrapped it over her arms and body, under her breasts. I then wrapped the tape 'round her ankles and knees about 20 times. I almost finished the roll. I held out a 6 inch strip as a gag.
"Gag?" she pondered.
"Yeah," I replied. "A burgler wouldn't wnat you to scream. Duh!"
She nodded. "Now, you swear not to tell Max 'bout this, right?" I asked, concerned.
Max was a big 6' 1'' guy with big muscles. He played football and wrestled in the streets. I was a good fighter and all ( 8 wins, 2 losses), but he'd snap me like a twig.
She nodded. So, I placed the tape over her lips, pressing on it to help it hold. I know that isn't the best gag, but it looks cool and what would Max know about bondage?
Laura stuggled. I'd taped her up well; her bonds held. She snickered. She hobbled over to her bed and laid down on it. I let myself out. Max was supposed to show up in 10 minutes, and I saw him four blocks away after I left.
The reason it took so long was that I took polariods of Laura after I tied her up. She never knew about them. They came out great....
NOT THE END......(but close to it)...Zorro
Tue Apr 27 17:53:31 1999THE FAVOR (Epilogue)
Next time I saw Laura a week later, she thanked me witha kiss on the cheek, telling me that the prank worked on Max. I told her I'd never forget it.
The next day, I bumped into Max in the school hallway. He grabbed me and yanked me three inches off my feet.
"You tied up Laura, RIGHT!!?" he bellowed.
I was freaked. Who told? How'd he know..?
All I could do was nod, and expect a punch...
"Cool!" Max said, grinning and putting me down. "She never let me tie her up! How'd you do it?"
Still nervous, I replied," Well, she kinda asked."
"Whoa!" was his response. "Got any pictures?"
I grinned. "You bet!"
He pulled out a $5 bill. "Can I get one?"
I said yes. Seconds ago I expected an ass whupping for what I did, and instead I profitted from it... Life's funny, huh?
THE ENDNote: those pics are no longer for sale for anything less than $200 bucks. Hey, I gotta make a living, right?
Zorro
Tue Apr 27 18:02:28 1999PH, I read that i have a Dennis-the-Menace attitude. Well.......cool! I think Dennis is the man! That's one of the best comments toward me that I liked!
'Ciao! (I forgot to say it before..)Zorro
Tue Apr 27 18:48:28 1999The Kidnapped Cousin Caper
Chpt. 9: Saving Private Nicole
We decided to storm the basement with Nicole as hostage. To keep her in line, I tied her hands behind her with rope.
"I should have known you'd tie me up." she stated. I wasn't sure what she meant, but I would find out soon.
"Yea, hope you're comfy." said Emmy, who gleefully ripped off a strip of duct tape and firmly attached it to Nicole's mouth.
We lead our hostage to the basement door. While I held on to Nicole, Emmy opened the door. Then I pushed Nicole out ahead of me as I descended the stairs with Emmy behind me. Over in a dark corner I heard a strange muffled sound. It sounded sort of like someone trying to talk through a gag. Hmmm...wonder what that could be?
I gave Nicole to Emmy and darted over to the corner. I turned on an overhead light, and looked down to see my cousin and partner, Chris, tied to a pipe. His hands were behind his back and his mouth was covered with a rag.
"Krn! Gt mm ommt omhmm!" was all I could distinguish (I thought it sounded like: "Kiaren! Get me out of here!). I bent down to untie him, and then it happened...Kiaren
Tue Apr 27 19:02:09 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Zorro:
How old was Laura when you tied her up?
What was she wearing?
If I like the answers to those questions, I would be willing to purchase your pics.Clark
Clark
Wed Apr 28 01:05:53 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Summer Camp, chapter two:
The Hi-jacking, part IAfter a week at the summer camp, Joe and I had already had some great times. The competition between our team, "the pine" and our enemies, "the birch", had been fierce. Our two teams were the ones with the oldest kids in them, we were all fifteen at the time. Our camp-councilors, Lotta and Carina had led our team to some victories in sports and a treasure hunt, but we had also lost some games to the enemy.
They had scored points as they managed to invade our cabin, steal our mascot and leave behind Lotta, securely tied to a chair. We had retaliated by kidnapping their female councilor, Linda, and keeping her hostage at our cabin. Linda was kept tied hand and foot on a bed and was thoroughly tickle-tortured in the process. After these first skirmishes, the war escalated. Maria and Helen, two girls in our team, were ambushed on their way to the beach by some boys from the enemy cabin. The girls were found two hours later tied to trees in the woods nearby. We raided their cabin the following evening, stole their mascot and kidnapped a girl and a boy who had stayed in the cabin to enjoy each other's company. We left them tied up and gagged in a shed nearby, and left a note to their friends where to find them.
The real excitement started one evening as our team had been away from camp for some fishing. We all rode in the camp-bus, an old and tired Mercedes army surplus bus. We were dressed in jeans and sweaters because it could get a bit chilly at night, and sneakers, and everybody had had a great time that day. One of the male councilors was driving the bus. When we were a couple of miles from the camp, on a small dirt road, deep in the woods, the bus suddenly stopped. A log had been placed across the road and the driver stopped, and got out to investigate. Suddenly a group of strangely dressed people entered the bus.
Wed Apr 28 01:09:05 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Hi-jacking
Part IIThey had some sort of ski-masks over their faces and were all dressed in jeans and dark pullovers. They pointed guns at us, machine-guns and pistols, all fakes of course, and some water-guns, better known to the American reader as "super-soakers".
We were told we were being hi-jacked and had to place our hands behind our heads. A bit startled at first, we played along just for the fun of it. They seemed to have planned this very thoroughly, and we decided to see what was going to happen. One of the hi-jackers produced a big, black plastic bag, and told us to remove our watches, shoes and socks and place them in the bag. He slowly went down the aisle of the bus and collected the loot. Then he stayed at the back of the bus, pointing his gun at us.
-One by one, slowly leave the bus, he ordered, pointing at Lotta in the front seat.
-You start!
With her hands clasped behind her head, Lotta went down from the bus and was ordered by other terrorists to go to a small spot of grass beside the road.
-Kneel down and cross your ankles, barked a third hi-jacker in a very girlish voice.
(They seemed to be very young to be professional terrorists…)
One after another we had to go down from the bus and kneel on the grass. Soon we looked like some hooligans from a "Top Cops" TV-show. They kept Maria and Helen on the bus, but all of us others were now kneeling on the grass.The hi-jackers ordered us to "face down" on the grass and proceeded to tie our hands behind us. They worked fast, and the knots weren’t that tight. They tied our ankles crossed and hog-tied us all, but not tight at all. I looked at Lotta beside me and noticed that the terrorist tying her, (he resembled Patrick, her boy-friend very much) did a much better job with her. She was put in a strict hog-tie with no slack at all. Finally they brought out bandanas with fairly big knots on them, and gagged us all. I twisted around to see Maria and Helen on the bus, being tied up to
PH
Wed Apr 28 01:11:38 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Hi-jacking
Part III-Now you’ll have a good time trying to get free, said one of the hi-jackers.
-We’ll keep the two girls hostage and when you get back to camp you’ll find instructions there. Good night!The bus drove off and when the dust had settled, two councilors, four boys and two girls were left on the grass, hog-tied, gagged and barefoot, facing a two-mile walk back to camp. But first we had to get free…
We all started to twist and turn on the grass. Some loud mumbling and grunting could be heard as we tried to free ourselves. The sight must have been very interesting to see. Four girls and four boys, hog-tied with their bare feet in the air, twisting around on a spot of grass beside a deserted dirt-road in the forest. I tested the rope that bound my hands, and already there was some slack. I could turn my wrists and tried to reach the knots. I turned on my side and rose on one elbow and looked around me. Lotta and Carina were both quite still on their stomachs. They were tied much tighter than us kids. Ulrika and Camilla were trying very hard to get free, and continued a very muffled conversation through their gags. Ulrika was on her back, feet on the ground, and trying to move her bound hands around her bum. Camilla was on her side, reaching down to her ankles with her hands, trying to undo the knots there.
PH
Wed Apr 28 01:13:17 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Hi-jacking
Part IVJoe and I had practiced the art of escaping when being tied up last summer, and we started on our old routine. Back to back we felt for the knots on the other’s rope, and soon the effort paid off. Joe got his hands free first, and then untied me. When our feet were free, we helped the others. Ulrika had freed herself, and soon everybody except Lotta and Carina were free. Together we worked on their much harder knots and then we all could stand up and rub our wrists. Lotta and Carina explained that this was Patrick’s and Linda’s idea. They had done this before, two years ago. We now had to find a way back to camp to rescue Maria and Helen. Lotta told us that they were probably tied up in "the birch" cabin, guarded by some of the enemy.
How would we get back? Walking barefoot two miles on the gravel of the dirt road didn’t seem like a good idea. Most of us didn’t mind going barefoot around the camp, or on paths in the woods, but the road was much worse. Lotta knew a path through the woods and led us all in a row. There were some cursing and angry shouts as someone stepped on a sharp twig or something, but we made it back. We stopped just at the edge of the camp and surveyed the cabins, looking for enemies. We decided to send out some scouts to peek into their cabin, to see if Maria and Helen were there.
Joe and I volunteered as scouts, and sneaked our way up to their cabin. As we did this, the others went back to our cabin. We went to the back of their cabin and peeked in through a window. In the main room were most of the members of the birch-team. They sat around a table, playing cards. Patrick and Linda were not to be seen anywhere. In one corner of the room were Maria and Helen, tied to chairs. They didn’t look to be tied too tight, their hands were tied behind the back-rests and their feet tied together and secured to a chair-leg on each chair. They weren’t gagged, but blindfolded. We rushed back to our cabin with the news.
PH
Wed Apr 28 01:14:28 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Hi-jacking
Part VWhen we got there we found everything turned up-side down. They had done what we had done to them before. Rearranged the furniture and taken all our clothes and piled them in the middle of the main-room. All our shoes were gone. Our friends showed us the ransom-note. Our enemies demanded all our week-rations of sweets and cookies and extra points on the score-board to release Maria and Helen.
We walked over to their cabin in full strength. There were some discussions of attacking them and freeing the girls by force, but Lotta told us that was not the way. We would get them back later. When the enemies appeared on their porch they brought Maria and Helen, both with their hands tied behind them and still blindfolded. We handed over a sack of sweets and cookies and they let the girls walk over to us. We demanded to get our shoes back, and smilingly, they pointed to the flag-pole. All our shoes were up there! When we got them down we saw that they had tied every shoe-lace together and then watered them down. It took us most of the remaining evening to untangle all the shoes. But all in all, the evening had been very exciting!
PH
Wed Apr 28 14:01:11 1999Clark: No offense ('cause you could be Superman), but why would you want to pay $200 bucks for a pic?? Are you that desperate?
Whoops, that was an insult. Sorry......don't want anyone gangin' up on me....
Anyhoo, in response to your question, she was either 15 or 16 and was wearing a grey t-shirt with overalls. Technically, she's kinda flat. Oh, and socks (I don't want all you foot fetish folks askin' stuff).
And, since this pic means a lot to me and demand has gone up for it, the price rises to $500 bucks. Inflation stinks, doesn't it? Ya want somethin' good for $200 bucks? Spend it on bondage videos from the Harmony Videos site or buy a Playstation, pal. The pic REALLY ain't worth $200.
Yes, I know I'm a jerk. Love me for what I am. 'Ciao.Zorro
Wed Apr 28 14:12:10 1999Kairen.......what happened? Your story needs to be finished! PH....another great one.
Clark....no insults were intended. I just was expressing my feelings. Gotta love that first ammendment!Like acne and roaches, I shall return. 'Ciao.
Zorro
Wed Apr 28 15:45:52 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Zorro, no offense taken, I like your stories by the way. I have to get around to post another one of mine. No I am not desperate, but one of my hobbies is collecting pics. I like her age, flatness is ok. The one catch are the overalls. I would prefer shorts, or skirt. I am still interested though. Why don't you leave your e-mail address, and I will contact you. Be prepared to provide proof. I have no problem paying the $500, but I do require proof the first time I deal with someone new.
Clark
Clark
Wed Apr 28 15:02:21 CDT 1999Zorro and Clark......Just an FYI regarding the discussion of your little picture transaction....but might I suggest taking the conversation somewhere other then this page!!! Since the person in the picture is "around 15 or 16", big brother might not look to favorably on the deal. Ya see, he's got this funky little rule about selling things of that subject matter, involving kids under 18 over the net. With all the crap going on with the net with "off color subjects" these days, ya never know when one of big brothers Storm-troopers might happen upon this page. Since most people here, including myself, enjoy reading the posting on this page, I would hate to see Cannuck dragged into something totally out of his control by a couple of anal idiots......Have a nice day!!!!
BB
BB
Wed Apr 28 23:45:10 UTC+0200 1999PH - great story. The barefoot detail was really interesting.
I am waiting for the next episodes... Because there ARE going to be some next episodes, are not they???
Ciao to all!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Thu Apr 29 10:13:46 EDT 1999Hello everyone,
Just wanted to let you know I started a dreambook dedicated to real life(of fiction)stories of people being bound and gagged by burglars,robbers,etc..Please post storeis,looking forward to reading them. Thank. No pornography or violence.ed harris
http://books.dreambook.com/eharris99/burglars.html
eharris99@yahoo.com
Thu Apr 29 13:55:02 1999Clark....yer willin' to pay $500 bucks??! I've seen people who collected FISH who wouldn't throw money 'round like that! Do you work?
Clark, the offer was a gag. You're the only rich Kryptonian who actually picked me up on it! Haw, Haw! I betcha if I offered $1000, this dude'd still pay! I've landed on a gold mine!
Hope I didn't cause any problems.
By the way, BB, if the government sent out storm-troopers, we could get away with anything! Storm-troopers couldn't shoot an elephant who surrendered and can be taken out with two rocks tied together with twine! Jeez!
Anyhoo, I must take leave. Like horror sequels and Sinbad, I shall return.......'Ciao.Zorro
Thu Apr 29 14:09:16 1999Told ya I'd be back....Just for the record, I NEVER post my e-mail address! Lookit my name! What kinda hero (or villain) would I be if I posted it?
Andy V's sayin' "Ciao" too? Look what I started! I should charge royalties!
To Ed Harris and his new site: Rock On!
Gotta go. Like relatives and Marvel characters, I shall return. 'Ciao.Zorro
Thu Apr 29 16:36:56 CDT 1999These most recent stories have been great, so my thanks to the writers. Kiaren,please finish your story. By the way, can we drop the tone of the commentary down a notch or two? As always, great site!
Dorren
Thu Apr 29 21:30:34 EDT 1999Yes! I am back by popular demand even though I am still steamed at Zorro. But I forgive and forget so if you accept it Zorro I forgive you for all the bad things you did. Even though I might have instigated them. So are we cool?
DA MAN
Thu Apr 29 21:41:59 EDT 1999Oh yeah. If you haven't figured it out by now Clark. Zorro's story is fictional. He doesnt have any pics. I would be happy to get 50 bucks out of an old pick but my stories were fictional too. Sorry for revealing your big secret Zorro.
DA MAN
Fri Apr 30 18:52:12 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Just so you all know, Bob's site is back up and running - I was in a chat with a few others earlier today and he turned up so we were able to inform him of the problem link. He's fixed it up now so you should be able to access his site now.
Having said that, would certain posters PLEASE stop slagging off at each other. It is extremely ugly and immature. This site is for posting TRUE childhood bondage stories, not airing your personal grievances and/or fighting.
They know who they are. Enough is enough!
mason
Fri Apr 30 21:01:16 EDT 1999Surprise!
I’m not sure if this is “bondage” enough, but I’ll submit it anyway. I was about six when this happened.
On our block, everybody knew everybody and we all got along. My brother and I were two of four boys on the street, with the other five kids being girls. Tying up was never really a part of our games so much as pinning down and tickling bellies or thumping noses.
But there was that one time. A girl, Lindsey, was eight and I had a HUGE crush on her. She was the most gorgeous thing in the world, with her soft blonde hair, dark brown eyebrows and bow lips. Man did I ever have it bad for her. Well one day I was doing something in my yard, wearing only a pair of shorts, and she came up to me and beckoned me to come with her with one finger. I stopped what I was doing and followed her down to her house. We went inside and into her bedroom, where two of her friends were: Trina and Heather. Trina was nine and Heather was I think my age. Lindsey told me to lay down on the floor, and like an obedient puppy, I did. Trina gathered my wrists and tied them together with a jump rope, then pulled my hands over my head and tied them off to a leg of the chest of drawers nearby. I thought that this was strange, but didn’t particularly mind it because it was, after all, Lindsey.
“Watch this!” Lindsey said, then sat down on my thighs, knees on either side of my waist. Now for those of you with siblings, you know the universal pin for tickling bellies. My eyes probably went wide, and I have a distinct memory of the world’s most deliciously pleased grin across her face. She tickled my belly quickly, poking fingers into my navel as I writhed beneath her. She would goose me under my arms, too. Normally when the kids would pin and tickle, one hand would be occupied holding the wrists on the ground or floor over the victim’s head, but Lindsey had both her hands whirling across my torso. It was incredible!
My feet were wiggling back and forth, so Heather went down behind Lindsey and sat on my ankles and started tickling my soles. Lindsey would stop tickling for a moment just to watch me as Heather made me squeal, and I swear she was totally interested in my hands as I struggled to release them from the jump rope.About this time, Lindsey’s dad looked in the door and saw me on the floor, pink-faced and squirming. He smiled, shook his head, and closed the door back.
Heather got tired of tickling my feet so she got off and sat back down on the side. Lindsey thought it was so much fun so she scooted down to my ankles and sat, still facing me, and started tickling my soles by reaching behind her. She was really interested in watching me squirm!
Trina was really shy, but she started running fingers across my belly and poking me in the ribs. Heather stuck her finger in my belly button and twisted it gently around for the longest time. I tried to wiggle away from her finger, but she kept moving her hand wherever I went and I couldn’t get away.
I don’t know how long it lasted, but I eventually peed in my shorts from all the tickling and they let me go home. They never explained or did it again, and nobody ever brought it up after that. But it’s still one of my best memories.
Jordan
Fri Apr 30 22:32:41 CDT 1999Jordan, I thought your story was great. Thanks for taking the time and effort to post it. As an idle side note, I have to agree with Mason about the recent "slaggings". That really isn't the point of this site.
Dorren
Fri Apr 30 23:53:27 EDT 1999Well I didn't know if my story was on topic or not so I just posted it for fun. I read some other tickling stories and thought maybe you guys might like it.
Jordan