May 1999 - part 2

This month's stories:
 
 

Mon May 17 01:17:27 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Summer Camp, chapter five
The Treasure Hunt, part V

In the last part of "The Treasure Hunt", Helen and I had just been left out in the woods, nearby some of the old abandoned houses there. We had found some of the items on the Treasure Hunt-list, and just as we were leaving, we had been taken prisoners by our worst enemies, Victoria and Lisa and two of the boys from their team.

Our found items were stolen by the enemies, together with my sneakers. Helen and I were hog-tied on the ground, our bare feet securely fastened by a long rope stretching from a tree to my feet, then to Helen’s, and finally to another tree. We both wore our team-shirts in gray, Helen’s slightly customized to a sleeveless short top. I had jeans and Helen Levi’s cut-offs and she had been walking barefoot from the start of the hunt. Our enemies had tickled us for fun and then gagged us and left us there.
-See you tonight, were their last words as they walked off with our items…

 PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Mon May 17 01:21:15 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999
 

The Treasure Hunt, part VI

Spending some time together with Helen wasn’t that bad, but being tied up and gagged, and completely helpless was a bit worse. We tested our ropes, turning our hands, feeling for knots, but without result. As we looked at each other I could see in Helen’s eyes some excitement from the situation, mixed with an angry determination to get free. The bandana holding the rag in her mouth was tightly tied in her neck, forcing the corners of her mouth back. Her teeth could be seen above the bandana, and as she tried to communicate her nose wrinkled in a cute way.
-Mgwghagh, gmbl, she said, raising her eyebrows.
At the same time she twisted her body so that her back turned towards me. With her feet tied the way they were, she couldn’t turn completely to her side, but only twist her upper body a bit. Our feet were about three decimetres from our hands, and about a metre apart. The rope to the trees was tightly tied, and allowed our feet no movement at all.

Apparently Helen wanted me to twist the same way, so that our hands could touch, but when I tried we were still too far apart to untie each other. Panting heavily from our tries, we finally stopped and rested. We rested our heads on the ground and understood that without help from some of our friends, we would remain hog-tied on the ground until Victoria and Lisa would come and release us.
-See you tonight, had been their last words…

 PH

Mon May 17 01:23:28 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Treasure Hunt, part VII

The time passed slowly, I could only guess how long we had been there by how the sun moved. We both tried to free our hands as we lay there, but the knots were out of reach, and the ropes tied very tightly. We had some company by a few mosquitos and flies passing by and I studied some small ants marching on the ground a few centimetres from my face with fascination.
-Don’t come here! Don’t come here, I tried to say to them.

Suddenly some cracking sounds came from behind us. We turned our heads as far as we could, and to our relief saw Joe and Maria coming through the woods. They pointed at us and laughed.
-Gmoghm mmb mbeghweegh ugh, Helen tried to shout through her gag.
Of course that meant "Come and release us!"
They took off our gags and with dry mouths we explained what had happened as they untied us. Sitting on the ground, we massaged our wrists and ankles. They informed us about the time, and I understood we had been tied up for about two hours. We both had red marks on our wrists and ankles.

Joe and Maria told us they had started to worry when we weren’t back for over an hour, and had decided to go and look for us. The team had been quite successful. A number of items and clues had been found, and two of the boys had returned to the cabin with one of the girls from the enemy-team as prisoner. She was at the moment held hostage in the cabin and the rest of the team enjoyed questioning her under severe tickle-torture. We headed home, Helen and I walking barefoot, and discussing revenge on Victoria and Lisa.

 PH

Mon May 17 03:19:15 EDT 1999

Great story so far, PH. Yours, Doug's, Kiaren's and Dudalb's(sp?) stories are my favourites. I'm glad that the flaming stopped. It seems to be something that was sweeping lots of areas on the internet.
I wish I had more stories that I could relate, but I posted my one and only Bondage story several months ago. I played "escape artist" a lot when I was young, but I can't remember the particulars (The exception being the episode related in "Escape Artist Tickled" — I guess the intensity helped it be more memorable to me). I have more true stories, but they are more about tickling than bondage.

 Dorain
http://forums.delphi.com/cleantickling/messages
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Mon May 17 20:10:38 CDT 1999

Mitch and Jessica B-2-B

This happened one afternoon when I was at my girlfriend’s house. Me and my girlfriend Jessica (we were both 16) were babysitting her younger brothers and sister. Michael 11, Ashley14 and Shaun15. I’ll just quickly describe myself, My name is Mitch, I’m 5”5 and about 170 pounds. Jessica is 5”3 and 140 pounds. We were both wearing bathing suits because we had just gotten out of Jessica’s pool.

Anyway, We were siting together on her couch in the living room. Watching ‘Nash Bridges’ our favorite show. Shaun called from upstairs “Jessica, can I borrow you for a sec”. Since we were baby-sitting we had to watch them. So Jessica went upstairs to see what the little buggers wanted. I waited for a couple of minutes as the show continued. Then I herd a big bang from upstairs. I walked to the stairwell and asked ‘Is everything ok?” Michael came out of his room and replied ‘yep’. I walked back to the living room and sat back down on the couch. About ten minutes later Ashley, the smallest of the three, walked down the stairs and into the living room. She looked at me with a really pathetic look and asked, “Could you ask me, I’m having problems with Shaun and Mike”. I shrugged and thought yeah sure I can handle the two little buggers. So I walked with Ashley up the stairs and into Shaun’s room. When I walked in both Michael and Shaun were sitting on the bed just talking. I turned to Ashley and asked, “What’s the problem?”
She then walked over to the closet and opened the door. There sitting on the floor was Jessica who had her hands tied behind her back and her ankles and knees were also tied with rope. She MMMMMPPPPPHHHHEed really loud trying to get my attention because she had duck tape over her mouth. But it was too late. Shaun and Michael jumped me from behind and managed to get my hands behind me. They tied my hands with rope and then tied my ankles and knees like Jessica. Then adding tape across my mouth.

After I was tied, they stopped to admire

 Mitch

Mon May 17 21:24:25 CDT 1999

But it was too late. Shaun and Michael jumped me from behind and managed to get my hands behind me. They tied my hands with rope and then tied my ankles and knees like Jessica. Then adding tape across my mouth.

After I was tied, they stopped to admire their work. Both their baby-sitters Jessica and me were tied up in our bathing suits. But they werent finished yet. With a whole role of duck tape left they got Jessica and I to our feet. Michael and Shaun then positioned Jessica and I back-to-back. They then took the d. tape and started tying me and Jessica together. They started with our already bound ankles. Shaun tied my ankles and Jessica’s ankles together then did the same things with out knees. Once our knees and ankles were tied, they rapped almost the whole role around our stomachs all the way to our chests. Jessica and I were tied soooo tightly were couldn’t separate or find a little slack. Then Shaun whispered something to Ashley and she darted down the stairs. Jessica and I looked over our shoulders at each other trying to figure out what to do. A minute later Ashley came back with her mothers camera. Jessica and I MMMMPPPHHHed in protest but it was no use. Shaun took about ten pictures of his tied up baby-sitters. Michael then turned out attention towards the mirror in the corner. Jessica and me looked at ourselves completely tied together back-to-back. We played with our bound wrists but it did no good. Then Shaun and Mike pushed Jessica and I onto the bed and left the room. They left us tied up for over an hour. Then Ashley entered the room at the end of two hours. She walked quietly and slowly so I presumed that Mike and Shaun didn’t know she came.

She started to untie me and Jessica. She untied the tape tying me and her together. Once we were untied from one another she took the tape off our mouths. We were just about free when Shaun and Mike came in. Mike yelled “What are you doing?”. Shaun and Mike looked at each other then said “Guess you’ll have to be t

 mitch

Mon May 17 21:27:05 CDT 1999

Mike yelled “What are you doing?”. Shaun and Mike looked at each other then said “Guess you’ll have to be tied up to”. Ashley (Who was also in her one piece bathing suit) had her hands tied behind her back and was sat down beside Jessica and I. Shaun untied Jessica’s and my ankles. So the three of us Me, Jessica and Ashley sat side by side with our hands tied behind our backs still in our bathing suits. Then Shaun cam up with an idea. He whispered it to Mike, then mike ran down stairs. Shaun walked up to the three of us and said “Were not done with you three yet, if you don’t co-operate, we will post those pictures of Mitch and Jessica everywhere”. Jessica and I looked at each other and then turned to Shaun. Shaun asked “So do we have a deal”. The three of us nodded our heads in agreement. Shaun then got the three of us to our feet and led us down stairs. In the basement, Mike was pulling out more rope and tape. Shaun had the three of us sit on the floor while he and Mike finalized everything. The floor was cold and uncarpeted, and it made Jessica freeze. When they were done Mike led Jessica, Ashley and I over to the middle of the room. They had the three of us sit down together all back-to-back. They tied our elbows together and put fresh tape over our mouths. Jessica’s right elbow was tied to my left, my right to Ashley’s left and Ashley’s right elbow to Jessica’s left.

Then they took more pictures of us and then left us alone. We tested our bonds but it was to use. They untied us after a while
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Mon May 17 21:29:23 CDT 1999
 

j

Tue May 18 16:21:49 1999

In our last episode, my buddy Matt had dared me to tie up his napping sister with duct tape during a round of Truth or Dare. I accepted, 'cause there'd be no story if I didn't! Duh!
THE DARE (pt2)
His sister's name is Janice, she's 19 and works at this unknown job. There she was in a t-shirt and jeans, snoring soundy. She's the only person who didn't snore like a rhino to me. Wierd. Since she was laying on her back, I went for the ankles first.
I wrapped the tape around her ankles about 10 times very gently. She barely stirred. So, I tore a six inch strip and placed it over her lips. She started to awaken, so I had to move fast or I'd lose the dare, get my ass kicked by her, and then the pile-on.
I hopped onto the bed and flipped her onto her stomach while she was still groggy. I out her hand s behind her back and wrapped almost the rest of the roll around her wrists. By now she was mumbling like crazy. The others were watching in ernest. She really thrashed about like mad; a REAL turn on. She has brown hair and a great figure.
Matt took photos with a poleroid and we left her their while we went to the living room to watch TV. We could hear her muffling like mad.
Then, I guess she got free because a half hour later, she grabbed me from behind, hit me in the balls and tackled Matt, cursing like a loaded Popeye. Boy, did it hurt...I was sucking wind. But, it was worth it.
THE END

Just so I'm not thought of as a wuss, I coulda beaten her, but I can't hit a girl unless she's LITERALLY killing me. It's called chivalry. Besides, I probably deseaved it. Well, I figured it'd please some folks to hear that.
I must leave. But, like dadruff and "Unsolved Mysteries", I shall return! 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Tue May 18 16:41:46 1999

To Ishmael : Calm down, man, or I'll tell Cap'n Ahab on you...! Kiddin'.....but really, if you start a lotta ranting, everyone here well pounce on you. Take it from one who's been there, ask anyone. And I agree that the world's an ugly, depressing, dangerous place. Life sucks. You either get used to it and move on or get yer face clawed off. Them's the facts....live with it.

 Zorro

Tue May 18 19:44:49 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Greetings one and all,
How are we this fine day? Nobody planning to commit suicide? Excellent! Have a nice life! :)
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :0

DanDruff

Wed May 19 20:46:56 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

I'm chillin'.

I see the old guys got their own little click and just want war stories of what they did in middle school. Fine by me, I'll just use their ideas and not say to them whether I did or not.

I can be one way.

 Call me Ishmael
johndoe5675675@netscape.net

Thu May 20 08:37:18 PDT 1999

Ishmael: It's clique, not click.
As for war stories about middle school, what else would you expect to find in a page devoted to CHildhood/teenage tie up games?
I would like to remind everyone that we Are Canuck's guests here. We have pretty much behaved with politness towards each other and I would like to see that continue. There are too many other websites where flame wars take place and would not like to see this one join the list. We can disagree but we can be halfway polite about it. Now if I can remember to follow my own advice...

dudalb

Thu Jun 17 11:42:52 1999

Ah, Ishmael.....I've been reading your last posts, and you're so much like me. Just for the record, I haven't as of yet been really accepted into any clique here. I'm a lone wolf. GRRRRRR.
You sound young, yet probably has seen too much for your years. This had made you bitter, cynical, and a wise ass. I know this because I am also this way. Don't let the world beat you down, and say whatever you feel ya have to, as long as it meets Canuck's lil' guidlines and doesn't piss anyone off. Yes, I know I'm sounding like Obi-won Kenobi now, but I don't give a $#*!. You ain't alone, Ish. 'Ciao.
Now, let's have another story, dammit!

 Zorro

Thu May 20 16:01:57 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Zorro, how do you see with your ears?

 DanDruff

Thu May 20 16:23:01 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

First of all I would like to say that I really enjoy this page and have decided to discontinue leeching off the authors and have decided to contribute a few of my own stories and experiences. I do not promise absolute perfect accuracy because my memory has a few holes and I don't promise that I won't fill in those holes for reasons of good reading.

A beginning Part 1
I come from a family of 4, Mom, Dad and an older sister named Annie. I had one close friend named Nancy. Nancy, age 13 same as me, was a tall girl who always wore really nice clothes and made attempts to look nice. I didn't appreciate these characteristics until I was just recently. Nancy was unusual in the fact that although she wore nice clothes and kept her hair neat but she still enjoyed playing outside with me and the other neighborhood kids. Nancy and Annie never really hit it off, probably because Annie was 2 years older. Annie and I really didn't get along we always fought over everything and she would scowl at me just for entering a room she already occupied. I was convinced that not only did Annie dislike Nancy because of her relationship to me but also because she was much more attractive. Nancy's long brown hair and small petite body caught many a young teenagers eye, including my own. What Nancy didn't have in size she made up for in attitude, she was used to getting her way. She was often more angry with me for beating her at games and other kid stuff than anything else..

One day we were playing Super Nintendo in my room in the basement and I was talking about the weekend that my friend Tim came over and spent the night. I told her about a tie-up game we played where I would tie Tim to a chair and if he got out he could tie me up. The person that couldn't get out lost. I told her that after several successful escapes from both of us Tim found a way that I couldn't get out. cont....

Ex-leech
markrach@feist.com

Thu May 20 16:23:46 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 2.
We were using a cotton clothesline and he tied my ankles together and cinched them (we had figured cinching out early on in the game) and then using a different piece of rope tied and cinched my wrists behind me and behind the chair (it was a tall straight backed chair.) Now I had escaped from this earlier by simply locating different knots but this time Tim pulled my legs off the ground and tied them to my wrists pulling my armpits painfully down on to the back of the chair. He then took a large pillow case and pulled it over my head so I was unable to see. This was a tactic that had not been implemented until now. I was unable to get out so I lost that game.
Nancy's only comment was I could of gotten out of that.
I looked at her and said "Bet you couldn't"
"What do you want to bet?" she retorted.
"Oh I don't know, I don't have any money" I responded.
"I'll make it easy on you, if I get out than I get to tie you up, but we do it at my house. If I don't get out than I will give you 20 bucks" she said with a daring look on her face.
"I don't understand why we would have to do it at your house?" I asked.
"No reason, I just have more stuff that you have," she responded.
"Fine, its a bet" I said finally. She lived just a few blocks away and her house was a bit nicer. My parents and her parents were pretty good friends so there wouldn't be any problem.
I went and got the very same chair we used that weekend and asked her to sit down while I went and got the rope and pillow case. She was wearing black spandex running tights and a long white T-shirt. I was really nervous, I had never tied up a girl before and my budding hormones were beginning to notice just how beautiful Nancy really was. I decided to start with her ankles so I wouldn't have to look at her too much. Nancy continued to talk about how she was going to easily escape and I responded by pulling tighter on the cinching rope she winced a bit and just co

 Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Thu May 20 16:24:24 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 3
I smiled and asked her if she would please place her wrists behind the back of the chair. I had her put her hands together palm to palm and began to wrap them up. When I finished her wrists I asked if they were too tight and she said, "They are a little tight but I won't be in them long anyway." I tied the final rope which brought her ankles up to her wrists and then pulled the pillow case over her head and said, "OK Houdini go for it." I sat back on the bed to watch. The first thing she did was slide her butt to the edge of the chair so that one cheek was hanging off. Then she slid her arms to the same side until the chair back was no longer between her. She was precariously sitting on the side of the chair and then she did something I never thought of. She moved her other arm off the chair back which caused her to fall to the floor. I realized my mistake, I didn't fasten her to the chair. She was still tied up though. After she hit the floor she shifted around until she could grasp the chair and tip it over so that the rope joining her hands and feet was not trapped underneath it. She was now in a loose hog-tie. She then turned over and sat on her rear and then began to get her arms over her waist. After a struggle she succeeded and she was now able to reach the knots of the connecting rope. After about two minutes she had freed that rope and she continued to pull her arms around in front of her. She was extremely flexible, obviously. She pulled the pillow case off her head an smiled triumphantly, she knew she had won and began the taunting.
"I sure am glad you didn't mention how I could tie you up. I plan on making sure you will never get out."
I groaned and then she stopped talking while she gnawed on the knots with her teeth but still stopped to smile at me occasionally.
I began to try and weasel my way out of it, "Look, what do you plan to do, you aren't going to embarrass me are you?" She now had her

 Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Thu May 20 16:25:08 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 4.
"I would never do anything to hurt you. . . much." she said while smirking. "Seriously though, you may be a bit uncomfortable, much like I was during this little game." By this time she was free and sitting next to me.
"OK then, tomorrow is Saturday be at my house tomorrow at 9:00 in the morning my parents will be at a wedding all day long so we will have the house to ourselves. I have to go now, so don't be late." I went to the door with her and watched her leave. I remember getting very little sleep that night since I knew that Nancy had something up her sleeve. I told Mom that I would be at Nancy's tomorrow and she said it was OK since I often went over there to swim in there pool and study with Nancy. The phone rang an hour later and it was Nancy telling me to make sure and wear my swimsuit since we would probably swim some time tomorrow. She hung up the phone with a giggle. That evening as I was getting ready for bed Mom came to my room and told me that they were all going to my Grandma's house to do some shopping for Annie and that Dad was going to golf with Grandpa. I asked Mom if I could stay since I had promised Nancy I would help her tomorrow morning. She told me it was OK but I was to make sure the house was locked when I left. Secretly I thought 'Great, now I don't have any excuse to come home tomorrow since Mom and Dad won't be back until Sunday night.' Things were looking worse all the time. Don't get me wrong I actually enjoyed the tie-up game we played but I knew Nancy really well and I knew when she had something up her sleeve. To be continued

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Thu May 20 16:25:58 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Sorry I cut off a bit

At the end of part 2
...by pulling tighter on the cinching rope she winced a bit and just coldly glared at me. cont.

At the end of part 3
She now had her hands free and was working on her ankles. cont...

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Thu May 20 16:30:05 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

I apologize for the numerous spelling and grammar mistakes, after reading the posts online I saw several mistakes I missed.

Sorry. The content is still there if you can read around the mistakes.

 Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 10:04:49 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Great story, "no longer a leech"

I really enjoyed it so far. Can't wait to read the rest!

Zorro, Ishmael, please knock it off! no need to fight or flame each other. You are both very welcome here so long it's not flaming each other.

 mason

Thu May 20 20:58:40 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Ever gonna finish your story mick?

 Freeza

Thu May 20 21:11:04 CDT 1999

The latest series of stories have been great! My thanks and compliments to the authors. This is still the only site of it's kind I've seen survive, and I'm glad it's here.
On a related topic, I can't help but notice that there's been a little hostility going around lately. Please let it go. Sites self-destruct on a regular basis due to "flamings", and it would be a pitty if this one joined them.
P.S: if you're under 18, please don't mention it too often, there's something of a crackdown going on at the moment.

Dorren

Thu May 20 19:38:31 PDT 1999

Ex Leech: Good story.Can’t wait for the conclusion. Why do I get a feeling you are going to target your dear sister?
As for mistakes, I have been posting here for a year.(Well a week short. My first post was on Memorial Day last year. ) You did a hell of a lot better than I did on my first post! As for seeing errors after you post, I write in Micro$oft Word and invariably use it’s excellent spelling and grammer checking features and mistakes still slip through!
Dorren I agree 100%! Unfortunately a few smartasses have found this site. The best course will be to ignore then, Now If I can follow my own advice (once again).
My mom’s third challenge is about halfway done. Expect it early next month.
 

dudalb

Thu May 20 19:58:13 PDT 1999

Truefan Sorry I took so long to respond to you but here it goes.
Please tell us you stories. I think almost all posters will agree that with the exceptions of a few specific lines, you can't remember what was said exactly, you can only remember what was said in a general way. You can remeber the content but not the exact wording. I use recreated dialogue.I can remember what an individual said as far as geenral content but not the exact words. Those i have to more or less create the wording. All most all of the one liners ,for instance, used by Gina in my stories are pretty much what she said.(Of course since is still a close friend I can always ask her what her memories were)! So you don't need an exact memory of dialogue, you just need to remember the general course of the conversation.
As to your problems with formatting, formatting is specific to the word processor program you are using. It won't even carry into other word processor (Word into Wordperfect for example) except for basic features such as paragraphing or Caps unless you have special features. You really have to forget using fancy features such as fonts and colors when you are going take a program out of Word and pput into another format-especaily HTML.Almost all HTML designed for posting are designed to be used by a wide variety of word processor programs and as such have to be a simple as possible. I know your frustration. I could really have fun in some of my stories with fonts. But things as are they are.BTW Dreambook posting also does not accept anything except basic formatting. That seems to be a universal for this type of HTML...
But in anycase tell us your stories,Please

 dudalb

Fri May 21 04:50:13 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

Some good stories lately...some good comments...some really "out of place comments"!
I give my best wishes for further postings to the ones posting constructive comments and entertaining stories!

PH
syrinx@netscape.net

Fri May 21 00:48:51 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Thanks mason and dudalb for the encouraging comments, before I was a contributor I simply skimmed those sections that didn't appear to contain stories now I have a appreciation for them.. Now for the next part.

A beginning Part 5
As I said I didn't sleep much that night, I was concerned what she would do. I finally decided that I would make her promise that nothing she would do would be overly painful and not in anyway permanent. The next morning I got up and put on my swimsuit, grabbed a towel and an extra pair of bike shorts. Mom and Dad hadn't left yet with my sister so I wished them a good trip and walked down the street to Nancy's house fully expecting her to pounce me like a burglar when I knocked on her door. I hesitated only briefly before ringing the doorbell. She answered the door with a huge smile on her face and said, "Come right in." The first thing I said before even entering her home was, "I'm here but I don't want anything done to me that is permanent or any extreme pain."
"Of course not, silly, I am not a monster." She responded again with a curious smirk.
Her house is pretty big with an upstairs and a basement. They have very nice furniture and many luxuries like a pool table, ping pong table and an entertainment center downstairs in the rec room. Overall it is a very rich house. Once inside Nancy turned to me and said.
"I have a proposition for you, since I won the bet yesterday I will tie you up first, but if you are able to free yourself than you can tie me up anytime for the rest of the day, but if you don't escape than I can continue to tie you up for the rest of the day." I guess you could say she likes this game.
I thought for a second, "On one condition."
"Yes," she said raising one eyebrow in a way I could never duplicate.
"I get to tie you up at least one time before the day is over even if it is in the last half hour before your parents return."
After a few moments thought she agreed. Cont.

Ex-leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 00:49:52 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 6
Nancy was wearing long sleeveless dress that was thin enough to be some kind of cover up for her one piece swimsuit that you could barely make out underneath. I was wearing a swimsuit (basically just some shorts I decided to make a swimsuit) and T-shirt.
"Ok then I have everything I need down in the rec room, please step into the basement," she said with a dramatic accent.
I was resigned to my fate and descended the winding staircase into her basement. The first thing she did surprised me. She threw a black mask at me and told me to put it on. After examination I realized it was sleeping mask.
"If you can't see how I tie you up it will be harder for you to escape," she said.
I donned the mask, the fit was pretty snug but not uncomfortable but left me in total darkness. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to some location that was carpeted. She then ordered me to place my hands behind my back with my wrists crossed. I felt her winding a cotton rope around and around my wrists and then she cinched it up tight. Next I felt her doing the same thing to my ankles, and then my knees. Then I felt a softer material, like a scarf or piece of material wrap around one of my upper arms just above my elbow, then she wrapped it around the opposite elbow pulling them closer and closer until I grunted under the strain. I realized that I would never be able to pull my arms around in front with the elbow tie in place. She then threaded a rope through all the other wraps at my elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles wrapping the rope around the other ropes as went. (I couldn't really see this but I figured it out later) She then took another rope and pulled on that rope going up and down my body and used as an anchor as she wrapped me up from head to toe. Cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 00:52:28 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999
 

A beginning Part 7
Everytime she got to the vertical rope she would take the rope around it and pull it through causing a diamond pattern to appear on my backside, not to mention an extremely effective method. I wondered if she had done this before. I was now securely bound but she wasn't finished yet. She whispered in my ear, "Open up time for your gag, I can't have you chewing on the ropes like I did yesterday."
I decided to resist at that point although I realized it was futile.
"Listen either open your mouth or I go outside and get a chunk of our dogs crap and hold it under your nose until you do," she threatened.
"That's cruel," I countered.
"True but its not permanent or painful which were your criteria"
I slowly opened my mouth while she pushed in a large wad of cloth. Then she wrapped my head with some sort of stretchy stuff, an ace bandage I found out later.
"Get out of that Houdini," she mocked. "I'll give you 45 minutes, if you haven't loosened any of the ropes I'll free you, we'll go for a swim and then it will start all over. I'll probably feed you lunch while your tied up," she walked away laughing.
I began to struggle soon realizing that I was going no where fast. Even moving put strain on the ropes which cause a lot of discomfort. I decided I would just patiently wait it out. A little while later Nancy returned.
"Given up already, it's only been about 25 minutes," she said.
I nodded my head vigorously since the ropes were starting to hurt. She began untying me leaving the gag and blindfold till last. I noticed once I was freed that the ropes had left marks on my wrists and ankles.
"I said nothing permanent and these marks could last a while."
"I'll will just have to find something to protect them next time. cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 00:53:20 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 8
Did I mention that their pool was indoors, the water felt great on my sore limbs and again I appreciated Nancy in her one piece lime green swimsuit. We played in the pool for a while and the rope marks did fade but they didn't go away altogether. Eventually she announced that it was time for another session. I ran to put on the extra pair of bike shorts that I had bought. I was excited about it but was still wondering what it would be like this time.
"Let's go to my bedroom," she said as she ran upstairs.
When I arrived she threw the blindfold at me and said put it on. Then she approached me and said, "This time the gag is first so you don't complain so much." I barely protested as she stuffed a wad of something in my mouth and then secured with a cloth going around my head. The best I could do was make some unintelligible sounds. She then told me to hold up my hands she then began wrapping tape around my fingers eventually making it so I couldn't open my hands up. She repeated the same process with the other hand. "Now you know why I gagged you so you can't use your teeth to pick off the tape while I'm gone. I am going to handcuff you to the bed post while I get something from another room. It's something to protect your wrists and ankles from the bonds." I remember wondering why she said bonds instead of ropes, I doubted that it was unintentional. When she came back things really got bad for me. "I have found something that will protect your limbs. You're not going to like it but you don't have much of a choice." cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 00:57:15 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 9
"If you want to see it after its on you nod your head now." I decided not too see it still worried what exactly it was. "It would be kind of embarrassing for you so I'll make it up to you by letting you tie me up in something embarrassing too." Now I was really worried. She un-handcuffed me and told me to sit on the bed. I felt her begin to slide something up one leg and then another, as she told me to stand up it dawned on me that she was putting some sort of tights or hosiery on me. I groaned as loud as I could through the gag. "Figured it out have you, don't worry it will soon be covered up." She then pulled something else up my legs which stopped at my crotch she continued to pull it up until she grabbed my arms and threaded them through the sleeves. I had long since figured it was a leotard of some sort. I was pretty embarrassed and racked my brain trying to figure out what would embarrass her too. Then she began to wrap some sort of tape around my arms all the way up to my elbows. It smelled like duct tape, all of a sudden I was thankful for the leotard while imaging how much hair would be ripped off when she removed it. She then had me sit down on the bed and began to wrap my feet. When she got to my calves I realized she was going to wrap it all the way to my neck. Now I was really thankful for the leotard. Several minutes later she had completely wrapped me in duct tape from feet to neck. She then removed my blindfold and said, "See can't even see the leotard but I bet your glad it's there" I nodded my head vigorously. "I am going to get us some lunch have fun" she said as she strode out of the room in her green swimsuit. She must of taken off her cover while taping me up to keep it our of the way. Cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 01:00:45 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 10
I struggled and struggled rolling around the bed but all I succeeded in doing was wearing myself out. Finally Nancy returned with a platter and proceeded to help me into a chair. She then removed the gag.
The first thing I said after she removed the gag "Man, you sure overkill when it comes to tying me up." I have to make sure that your mine to tie up for the rest of the day there are a lot of other things to do." She then began to feed me the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. When I was done she re-blindfolded me and then cut off the tape and removed the leotard. The last thing she did after removing the tape from my hands was take the blindfold off. I was cold from all the sweat on my body and she had removed the leotard and the tape before finally freeing me. "Let's go for another swim. You look like you could use the exercise." I agreed.
We went swimming for about another hour, by this time it was about 2:00 and she said that should give her enough time for her final tie and me enough time tie her up before her parents got home.
"I kind of ran out of ideas so give me a minute to think. Let me go change into dry clothes while I think." A few minutes later she came back. I've figured it out. Here, put on the blindfold. After that was done she said, "Open wide, here comes the gag." Since is was the last time today I didn't protest. Maybe I should have. She approached me and stuffed a sodden mass in to my mouth, she stuffed as much as she could nearly gagging me and then tied it in with a cloth. "Since you were admiring my swimsuit so much I though you should be close to it." Cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 01:04:22 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 11
She then handcuffed my hands behind my back and led me upstairs. She put socks on my hands and feet and tied my wrists and elbows together in front of me which was puzzling. She then led me into what I figured was the bathroom had me step into the shower and tied my feet and knees together. She then tied my hands to something up above me and by this time I realized I was going to get an involuntary shower. "Hope the water doesn't get cold before the time is up." She smirked as the water began to flow. Eventually the water did turn cold and about the time I couldn't stand it any longer Nancy shut it off and released me. Gag and blindfold last to come off again.

Tomorrow, I get my one chance at tying Nancy.

Ex-leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 16:04:48 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 12
As I was recovering from my involuntary shower I began to reflect on the game the way Nancy played it. It was pretty obvious she enjoyed doing the tying more than being the one tied up. She had engineered the agreement at the beginning of the day to make sure she didn’t get tied up too often. My part of the agreement made sure I got to tie her up at least once and she was willing to do it for the sake of fairness, at least that’s why I hope she was doing it. However, I decided to get even for my one tie up of the day, she had bound and gagged me enough in one day that it would be difficult to make up for it with just about 2 hours left but I was determined to try. I dried myself off as quickly as possible and then went to find Nancy. I asked her where some supplies were and she surprising told me where she kept the stash of scarves, tape, old nylons, yards of cotton, rope, torn bed sheets, etc, etc. I guess she felt a little guilty about the ordeals I had experienced and wanted to make up for it by being nice. I asked her to wear some tights and a long sleeved shirt, which surprised her since she expected me to get back at her for putting the leotard on me. I had other plans. I told her to go downstairs and sit in one of the chairs in the living room with arm rests. I followed her carrying a bundle of supplies. She sat down and I tossed her the blindfold, “Wouldn’t want you to see where I am tying the knots now would I.” I then tied her wrists to each arm rest followed by her ankles to each chair leg.
“Oh, this lacks creativity,” was her snide remark.
“OK that earned you the gag, open wide,” I said as I stuffed a large scarf into her mouth and wrapped her head with a bandage making the scarf impossible to remove. I then tied her arms just above her elbows to the chair. Cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 16:05:48 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 13
Then I got out the duct tape, first I wrapped the tape around each of the ropes, then I completely encased her lower limbs from the knee to the ankle in tape, binding them to the chair leg. I then did the same to her arms from her wrist to her upper arms. Finally I began to attach her body to the chair by wrapping the duct tape around and around her body and thighs. I was extremely confident that she wouldn’t be going anywhere until I released her. So I left the room while she attempted to squirm her way out of it. I went to the other room to write a small note. When I came back I taped the note to her lips and wrote big red letters on it that said, “READ ME MOM and DAD” Then I explained to Nancy that she would remain in the chair until her parents got home. She thrashed around all the more and began to squeal through her gag. “See now we’re even,” and it was my turn to smirk. The note on her lips said something like this. “Mr. and Mrs. Mason (fake name) I tied your daughter up because she tied me up for long periods of time today on three different occasions. She embarrassed me quite a bit as well, not too mention her constant taunting. Don’t get me wrong this was a game and was all voluntary. She would admit this, just like I would. Don’t worry I just went out the back door when I saw your car pull into the drive she was never alone for more than a few seconds” This was taped to her lips while her head was just slumped over and shaking back and forth like she couldn’t believe it was happening. I thought this was odd for her and was thinking about ungagging her to see what was wrong but just then her parents pulled in the drive. I grabbed my stuff and dashed out the back door feeling proud of myself but with a bit of nagging guilt from how Nancy reacted when I told her that her parents would see her tied up. Cont.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 16:06:41 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A beginning Part 14
I had a sinking feeling deep down inside me that somehow I had screwed up again just like I did when I bet Nancy the previous day. I walked into my dark house since my family was still gone until the next evening. I grabbed a Coke and went downstairs to watch TV. After a few minutes the phone rang and I knew I was in trouble.
“You just had to get your revenge didn’t you,” Nancy’s voice said over the phone.
“Hey I was just trying to make it even,” I said trying to defend myself.
“Don’t you realize that you inadvertently escalated the game by bring my parents into it.”
“What do you mean? Your parents surely aren’t going to tie anybody up.” I exclaimed.
“No, but they don’t think what you did to me was fair since all my tie ups were private and yours involved outsiders. They don’t think you considered the risks that they might have brought some visitors home,” Nancy said.
“I didn’t consider that,” I said softly.
“Well I think I talked them out of telling your parents by telling them what I did to you all day, but you did have fun didn’t you,” she asked.
“Well, yeah, it was fun except for that leotard thing.”
“But it wasn’t very fun for me when I realized that my parents would see me which was my Mom and Dad’s point. Now remember you brought my Mom and Dad into it.”
“I am beginning to regret it.” I said sadly.
“Mom said they wouldn’t do anything but I would still lay low for a while..”
“Thanks Nancy, see you later”

Well that’s the first chapter of a long summer. You will get the rest if you want it. The next chapter will be called Parental Involvement. It gets more and more involved between me and Nancy and our parents and yes, dudalb, my sister Annie gets involved towards the end. See ya soon and keep the stories coming.

Ex-Leech
markrach@feist.com

Fri May 21 17:07:26 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Great story Ex-Leech! Can't wait to read the next chapters...

 Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Sat May 22 01:15:28 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Summer Camp, chapter six
The Treasure Hunt, part VIII

Helen and I had been rescued from a two-hour hog-tie in the woods nearby one of the old abandoned houses in the area. Victoria and Lisa and two boys from the enemy-team had taken us prisoners and stolen the items we had found, and my sneakers too. We were walking back to our cabin to plan the next moves in the treasure hunt. Our respective teams were battling to score the most points in the treasure hunt by finding certain objects on a list given to us. We were also supposed to find "special items" with clues on them, that would finally lead us to "the Big Treasure". As the enemies had stolen one of our items with a clue on it, we were behind in the race. We would have to retaliate by kidnapping some of the enemies and steal their items. Preferably we would like to get Victoria and Lisa, to give them back for leaving us tied up in the woods.

When we came back to our cabin we found the two other girls in our team, Ulrika and Camilla, guarding a prisoner from the enemy-team. The other two boys from our group were out searching for more items. In one of the bedrooms Ulrika and Camilla guarded Annika, the prisoner. She was a fairly cute girl with long black hair and beautiful big, brown eyes. Her eyes could not be seen though, as she was blindfolded. She was dressed in jeans and her team’s black T-shirt. Annica was on her back on one of the beds, her hands tied together over her head, and tied to the head-board. They had removed her sneakers, and her bare feet were tied together and then to the bed-frame. Her T-shirt was pulled up, leaving her belly bare. Annica had sweat on her forehead, and did not look too comfortable.

 PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Sat May 22 01:20:28 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Treasure Hunt, part IX

She had been brought to our cabin an hour before as hostage. They had tied her to the bed and started questioning her about her team’s strategy and what they had found. Ulrika and Camilla told us that Annika had put up a good fight, not revealing much. They had teased and tickled her for quite a long time until Lotta, our camp-councilor had come in and told them to be nice to the prisoner. They could keep her a little longer, but would have to release her in time for lunch. Lotta had then left, and Ulrika and Camilla said they thought we should keep Annika as hostage a little longer, and perhaps trade her for something…

Annika squirmed a little on the bed, pulling at the ropes that held her tied down. We decided to ask her a few more questions. I asked her what her team had planned for the afternoon part of the game, and as she kept her mouth shut we started to tickle her. The girls tickled her stomach, belly-button and under her arms. Joe and I took turns tickling her feet. We used our fingers to gently scratch her arches and she immediately curled her toes, trying to twist her feet away. Soon she was giggling, biting her lower lip and trashing about on the bed. It didn’t take long to get some answers…

It was nearly time for lunch. We decided Annika wasn’t hungry and would skip it. I collected an old sock from the floor and stuffed it in her mouth before she could react. As she smelled it and felt it she went:
-Blmghwhah!
I undid her blindfold and tied it above the sock, pushing it deeper into her mouth, and she bit down on the strip of cloth, grunting angrily. We untied her hands and feet and turned her over. She fought us all the way, but soon her hands were tied behind her back.

 PH

Sat May 22 01:21:51 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Treasure Hunt, part X

A longer rope was tied just above one of her elbows. Joe and Helen lifted her slightly off the bed and Maria and I passed the rope under her and to the other elbow, repeating this several times. Now her arms were pinned to her body. We tied her knees together and finally her ankles, feet crossed. We bent her legs and tied the hands together with her feet in a good hog-tie. All the time she grunted and squirmed about. Together, holding her arms and legs, we lifted her off the bed and carried her to one of the big walk-in closets. We put her down on the floor and wished her a pleasant time. She looked at us with those big, wide eyes and seemed to want to set us on fire that instant. We shut the door and went off to have lunch.

As we came into the dining-hall our enemies were seated at one table, our team-mates at another. Victoria and Lisa started to tease me and Helen immediately.
-Did you have a good time in the woods?, asked Victoria.
Where are your sneakers, big boy?, said Lisa laughing.
I replied that I preferred to go without shoes for a while, and they all giggled.
-By the way, said Maria to Lisa. I haven’t seen Annika around for some time.
-Do you know where she is?
Both Victoria and Lisa looked around, and their self-centered minds started to understand that one of their friends was missing.
-You can have her back if we get our items back from you, said Helen.
We walked over to our table and sat down to eat. The other team discussed if they wanted to trade some of the stolen items for their friend. After lunch we were approached by one of the boys in their team and he said they would give us back our clue-item if we freed Annica. We went back and untied her and sent her back to her friends. Soon after they gave us our clue.

 PH

Sat May 22 01:23:02 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Treasure Hunt, part XI

Now we only had the afternoon to find the remaining items on our list. We still missed some clues to know where the Big Treasure was, and we went away in pairs to find them. Helen and I searched in about the same area as where we had been taken prisoners before. As we walked along a path in the woods we heard voices, and quickly hid behind some shrubbery. Along the path came Victoria and Lisa, chatting happily about something trivial, we thought. As silently as possible we followed them, and to our surprise, their conversation revealed that they knew where the big treasure was hidden. They were on their way to another one of the old abandoned houses to get it.

We had brought some rope and bandanas and other stuff in a knapsack, and as they came up to the house we decided to jump them. We rushed forward and pulled them to the ground. They were taken by surprise and soon I was sitting across Victoria’s back, holding her arms pinned behind her. Helen wrestled with Lisa and after a bit of a struggle she was on top of her, holding her arms to the ground.

I quickly tied Victoria’s hands behind her and then went over to Helen to help her tie Lisa up. As we had finished with Lisa, I saw how Victoria was on her feet, running away. We caught her, took off their sneakers and marched them into the old house. We took them down into the cellar and there we spent extra long time to secure them properly.When we were done they were on their bellies, ropes tied around their arms and legs in loop after loop. We had hog-tied them and gagged them with the biggest rags we could find, tied in with bandanas. To be certain they wouldn’t try to free each other we tied them to a water-pipe running along the wall. We left them there and went to get Maria and Joe. We would have a good time forcing Victoria and Lisa to tell us the whereabouts of the Big Treasure.

 PH
 

Sat May 22 01:07:34 EDT 1999

I'm not flaming Zorro, and I don't think he's busting on me either.

I know they're trying to crack down on kids now. I wish NATO would try to invade my school, or at least hit it with a missile.

Hey Mr. FBI man, while you've been following me, the Chinese walked out with the go codes Clinton sold them.

Ishmael
johndoe5675675@netscape.net

Fri May 21 23:17:10 PDT 1999

Ex-Leech: Fun story!Keep them coming!

Considering his last post maybe Ishmael should consider posting to the newsgroup alt.conspriacy rather then this page....

I just saw The Phanton Menace. The Force is with this film. It makes me feel ancient to think that
I saw Jedi while in High school and I went with some of the people I write about in my stories.

 dudalb

Sat May 22 00:02:23 1999

Just a couple of things first:
Anybody visited Maddog's old site lately. Just a
few lines, but it looks like he is trying to do
something regarding some serious shit that he has
close, maybe personal, knowledge of.
I WISH HIM WELL. I know firsthand that flashbacks
can be very upsetting and unnerving. Remembering
how childhood or college friends wound up on the
wall isn't too cool either.
Dudalb: Thanks for the kind words and advice.
My younger sister and I started playing tie up
games in 1960. These games ended in 1965.
Other particpants joined the games, in various
combinations and permutations, as ordered below:
our youngest maternal aunt
my older sister
older sister's three friend's [one at a time]
older sister's friend's mother
older sister's friend's mother's friend
three maternal cousins
maternal grandmother
my mother
younger sister's four friends [not all at once]
our neighbor [adult]
another neighbor [adult]
maternal aunts
two paternal cousins
oldest paternal aunt
future wife, [exclusive from 1965 to present]
future wife's mother and aunt.
When I feel comfortable enough with the results of
my attempts, the stories will deal with the adult
women. BTW, once, and only once, my mother, her
sisters, and their mother, were all tied and
gagged at the same time. That time, I was well
assisted by two female cousins, who also got tied.

truefan

Sat May 22 14:34:06 EDT 1999

Hey Dudalb, I saw it yesterday too. The Force is Definatly with the movie like you said. But the Force is definatly with the kid too. He's 9 years old and he's already got the skillz with the women. I mean come on...I'm 15 and I'm not that good yet...

 Jeff

Sat May 22 14:13:44 PDT 1999

Jeff The Kid is strong in the force!Too bad the 9 year old Anakin Skywalker grows up to be Darth Vader (BTW the queen is Luke and Leia's mother no doubt covered in detail in the next two films.)

 ududalb

Sun May 23 01:47:19 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Summer Camp, chapter seven
The Treasure Hunt, part XII

Helen and I walked the two kilometers back to the camp. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was still high, the air warm and nice. The small path through the pine-forest was soft and nice under our bare feet. We talked about how we would "persuade" our prisoners Victoria and Lisa to tell us the hiding-place of the main prize of the Treasure Hunt, "the Big Treasure". Our team had successfully collected almost every item on the list we had been given, but not enough clues to find the Treasure. Victoria’s and Lisa’s team on the other hand, had apparently figured out the hiding-place of the Treasure. We had jumped them nearby one of the old abandoned houses out in the woods, and taken them prisoners. They were at the moment relaxing in the cellar of the house, tightly bound and gagged. We were on our way to get our two friends, Joe and Maria.

As we came back to our cabin it was four o’clock. At six all items would have to be delivered to the referees of the Treasure Hunt, our camp councilors. We met with Joe and Maria as they were relaxing on the porch of the cabin. We told them we had Victoria and Lisa as prisoners and they were eager to get up there and have some fun with them. We decided that the rest of our team would remain in the cabin and sort all the items out and prepare for delivering them to the referees at six. We hurried away towards the woods again. Maria was so excited she forgot to put her sneakers on, and we all ran barefoot up the path again.

When we arrived at the abandoned house we decided to leave Joe outside to keep watch if any enemies would come this way. I went in together with the girls. The cellar was cold and damp, and I could just imagine how happy our beloved enemies were as they lay on the floor, tied hand and foot and gagged.

PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Sun May 23 01:49:11 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Treasure Hunt, part XIII

We found them exactly as we had left them. Both girls had their hair in braids, their t-shirts knotted below their breasts, and wore faded jeans. Both were barefoot as we had removed their sneakers before. They were on the floor, by a water-pipe by the wall, about two metres apart. We had trussed them up good, looping the thick, white cotton-rope around them from shoulders to their crossed ankles. Their feet were tied to their hands with little slack, and then tied to the water-pipe. They were gagged with rags, held in by their own bandanas.

The cellar was not that light, as only a little sun-shine came in through the small windows up by the ceiling. Both our prisoners had struggled to get free, but that had not helped them. They were as helpless as when we had left them. We had decided on a tactic, and started at once. We untied Lisa first. She struggled a bit as we had freed her hands, but soon we retied them in front of her. We tied a long rope to her hands and threw it over a pipe in the ceiling. We tightened the rope until Lisa was standing on tip-toe with her arms raised, then we secured the rope to a pipe by the wall. We tied her feet together and then repeated this with Victoria. Now we had both our prisoners standing with their toes just touching the floor, their arms raised and completely helpless. We removed their gags and immediately got showered with profanities and the most horrible verbal abuse. This was fun!

As both Victoria and Lisa had knotted their t-shirts below their breasts, trying to look good, we now had a perfect view of their bellies. They had also rolled up the sleeves of the t-shirts, relieving their bare arm-pits. We started with Lisa. I tickled her feet, Maria her belly and Helen under her arms. Lisa started trashing around, lifting her feet above the floor, but this didn’t help.

 PH

Sun May 23 01:50:42 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

The Treasure Hunt, part XIV

-Tell us where the treasure is, and we’ll stop, Maria told her.
Lisa bit her lower lip and continued trying to avoid laughing. We kept tickling her, and she sweated, strands of her hair fell over her face and soon she was laughing hard. As Helen continued to tickle Lisa, Maria and I started on Victoria. We kept tickling them for a couple of minutes, then let them rest. After a few sessions like this, they both broke down and told us what we wanted to know. The treasure was in this house, up on the attic. Maria went after it and Helen and I started to untie our prisoners.

We retied their hands behind them, and gave them some water to drink. Then we gagged them again. We tied a rope around each girl’s waist and by the rope, we started to lead them back to the camp. When we got back it was nearly time for the items to be handed over to the referees. They were at the beach, where we all would have a beach-party after the points were counted. Our team arrived, meeting the enemies at the beach. They looked both angry and frustrated as we led our two bound prisoners along the beach and handed them over to their friends. The following beach-party was very nice and we all had a good time. Do I have to say that we won the Treasure Hunt?

 PH

Sun May 23 01:51:52 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

Well friends, that concludes the story of the Summer Camp. I hope you enjoyed it!

I would like to give my best regards to "ex-leech" for the great story you gave us recently!

Now we're only waiting for Mase's arm to heal to get another Nicky-story!

All my best to all of you!

 PH

Sat May 22 22:44:12 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

The force is strong with Darth Maul!

 Freeza

Sat May 22 19:25:56 EDT 1999

::laughs at Dudalb::

I hope you didn't believe that I did not know that. I know a WHOLE lot about Star Wars. I have basically every book, and on America Online I am a member of the "Space Wars" (we got hit with Copyrights) sim forum (basically RPGs). But you gotta admit, if I 9 year old kid has those kind of skillz, he's got to have more than the regular Force with him.

 Jeff

Sun May 23 02:57:25 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Hello, just lurking tonight.
Ex-Leech, excellent story! Please post more. Truefan, looking forward to reading your stuff. And PH, the Force is strong with you, as always! I'm glad somebody mentioned the Phantom Menace. I saw this the other day and really enjoyed it. What do critics know, anyway?
Jeff and Dudalb: I'm not surprised that little Vader is already so adept with the Force. Like any good Jedi Knight, all he has to do is just wave his hand at somebody and--bingo!--they do whatever he says.
Unless, of course, you come across an alien junkyard dealer.
I'll post my next installment soon.

Doug
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Sun May 23 19:20:37 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Now we're only waiting for Mase's arm to heal to get another Nicky-story!

PH, Ask and ye shall receive...

Having said that, My (right) hand is just fine. The @#$%&@%#! cast FINALLY came off last Thursday. A very nice feeling to be rid of it. My hand is still a bit swollen but otherwise the quacks did a good job fixing everything up. My fingers are also stiff and sore from 5 weeks of enforced inactivity. I have to do various exercises to regain the movement and flexibility I had before.

It seems that knot tying is one answer according to a few people I've spoken to in the chatroom...
Very good for the fingers. Lots of fun too!

Anyway, I've dribbled on enough so on with the show! ENJOY

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Sun May 23 19:31:27 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

This is the story of the time that I tied up my best friend, Nicole and made her walk the plank

Nicky walks the plank - part 1

This tale would have taken place around when we were still only 13 or 14. I cannot remember the exact time, it was such a long time ago but I sure have not forgotten the details - it was certainly one of the most entertaining days I have ever spent outdoors. Once again, I will necessarily have to 'make up' some of the conversation that happened at the time and perhaps embellishing just a little here and there. Just for the sake of readability...

It was a fairly typical blazing hot Australian summer's day. Well, maybe not blazing hot but it was hot enough to be very uncomfortable. The merciless sun blazed out of a crystal clear blue sky. The night before had not been much better - it had been sticky and muggy with hardly a breath of wind to cool the house. At that point in time, we had yet to have air-conditioning installed and it could get very hot inside. Sleeping could be extremely difficult during some of these sweltering summer nights. Fortunately, both Nicky's family and ourselves had had swimming pools installed in our back gardens - practically mandatory for young families with children. It was not a cheap investment but one that quickly paid for itself considering the amount of usage each family put them to. It certainly beat hell out of making the trek to the local council owned pool. (though I do recall I spent enough time there later once my mates and I started to REALLY develop an interest in the opposite sex - the local pool was nothing more than a place to meet chicks as far as we were concerned) On the other hand, what transpired that day could never have happened at the council pool...
 
 

Sun May 23 19:32:07 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 2

To digress, neither swimming pool was one of those spectacular in-ground affairs you see in the glossy designer magazines. They were both basic above ground affairs with wooden decking around each. Tall Australian gumtrees surrounded each pool, providing cooling shade on the very hot days. The only (and major) down side was the way they shedded leaves into both pools. Hot dry windy days were the worst when the air was literally full of dried out desiccated leaves. Consequently, it was always an uphill battle keeping each one clear of leaves - I remember the way Nicole and myself used to earn extra pocket money by cleaning the leaves out of our pool. (Only those that had sunk to the bottom counted) We even used to deliberately dump more leaves in our pool, leaving them there until they were thoroughly soggy then fishing them out in order to obtain extra pocket money. (we were paid one cent per leaf, larger whole branches earned five cents) The scam only ended once my parents became suspicious of the amount of leaves we used to present for inspection. Besides which, it was costing them a small fortune.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:32:34 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 3

On this particular occasion, we were over at my house because Nicky's parents and brothers were home. My parents were both out for the day and my bratty little sister was sleeping over at a school friend's house. She had reached that age where they loved to sleep over at each other homes. Therefore, for once, we had the place to ourselves - important for my mother disapproved of these strange games that we liked to play with ropes. Nicky would not allow herself to be tied up if either of her older brothers were around for fear of being teased about it. We were also a little scared of them both. However, neither of us were in the least self conscious of playing such bondage games in front of her cooperative mother or even her younger brother, R. Mrs C not only tolerated our tie-games, she even became a willing participant, helping us tie each other up from time to time. But her two older brothers - now they were a different proposition. Additionally, the fact that we liked to skinny dip in each other's company ruled out her brothers being around. While Nicky and I were entirely comfortable around each other in the nude, her older brothers in the time-honoured manner of teenagers worldwide were wont to tease her about her body and budding breasts. Even at thirteen or fourteen, she was already developing beautiful breasts. Naturally slim, she was to grow up to be a stunning beauty. I think that because I was a late developer where girls were concerned, also led to Nicky being totally unconcerned about nudity with me even at that relatively late age. After all, we had grown up together and used to bath together as little kids. There was nothing in the least sexual about it for either of us. Going nude was simply more comfortable plus there was the added intangible thrill of knowing we really should not be doing this. It was amazing the way the water felt cooler or the sun that much warmer on our bare skin.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:33:01 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 4

It was around midday when the subject of another tie-up game arose. By now, boredom was beginning to set in. We'd recently consumed lunch so neither of us was hungry. It was still too early to retrieve the latest batch of dead (and dry) leaves which we had recently dumped in the clear water. The first leaves were only now floating soggily to the bottom. We had spent the morning variously swimming, racing each other on our small foam surfboards, competing with each other to see who could produce the biggest 'bombs,' with the sole intention of displacing as much water as possible and generally having a great time. School and homework were the last things on our minds. Homework was a dirty word where we were concerned. Being outdoors by the water was infinitely preferable to maths or attempting to come to grips with such oddities as irregular verbs etcetera. As far as we were concerned, it was better to be bored than studying…

I can't remember how the subject arose. What I do remember was the way that I had often wanted to try being tied up while swimming. It would be interesting to see what it would be like to be tied up while in the watery environs of our pool. Because I still had no idea why being tied up made me feel so good, I had no way of elucidating my desires. What I DID know, even back then was that wanting to be tied up was somehow "wrong," an emotion familiar to most here! Therefore, I was usually very shy about asking Nicky to play these kinds of games. However, she was much less reserved then I was and many a tie up competition or game was at her instigation. However, my increasing boredom and need to be tied up got the better of me. I was the one to ask Nicky if she wanted to have a quick tying up competition.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:33:27 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 5

Suddenly, Nicky looked far less bored than she had been moments ago. She sat up straight and grinned at me. "Yeah, sure!" The sly grin on her lovely face suggested that she knew the real reason why I wanted to bring out the ropes but she did not say anything of the kind. Instead it was, "I suppose you want me to go get some rope?"

Rope - the magic word. Her simple question had a totally predictable effect on me. I was that excited by the prospect of being tied up - I was very glad that I was still lying on my towel. Eagerly, I said, "Yes please!"

Nicky grinned, clearly enthusiastic about the prospect of a good tie up game herself. After all, it promised to relieve the earlier tedium of the day. We'd never tied each other up by the pool with no clothes on and that may have accounted for her willingness to play. She enjoyed these games as much as I did too. "No worries!" was her prompt response.

Quickly, she pulled her bright red bikini top and bottom back on and said, "Hang on, I'll be right back!" After fetching some rope from my room, I impatiently waited for Nicole's return. After ten or so minutes I began to worry. It felt much longer than ten minutes. I had to endure another agonising five minutes before I thankfully saw her slim figure appear from behind the garden shed and smilingly approach me. It was Nicky and she had a smallish bag slung over one shapely shoulder. I quivered with excitement. I knew what was inside that bag. Nicky saw the look on my face and smiled. Her first words were, "Mum knows."

"What?" I did not understand.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:33:56 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 6

Nicky smirked. "When mum saw me carrying the bag back out of my room after I'd been up there to get the ropes and stuff she asked me, 'Are you going to tie up Mason?'" Nicky continued somewhat breathlessly, while sitting down and pulling the tangled ropes out of her bag, "so I said, 'Yes, I sure am!'"

"What did she say?" I wanted to know.

"Nothing much. All she really said was, 'Be careful' that was about it." Nicky casually said. "Here, you help me!" she said, passing some of the tangled rope my way to sort out. Before continuing further, Nicky hastily divested herself of her bikini top and bottom and sat down again. Working together, it wasn't long before we had the ropes neatly sorted out and graded according to length on the wooden decking. I stared at them with fascination, knowing they were about to be used to tie me up. Quickly, I shifted position and presented my hands to Nicky for tying.

"Hang on!" she said, "not so fast! I got the ropes, remember?" she said crossly.

"It was my idea!" I countered.

Nicky stared at me, "So? I want to be tied up first," she said, a stubborn look on her face. "I got the ropes," she added as if that were to make me see the error of my ways.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:34:25 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 7

"I want to be tied up first!" I said angrily, unwittingly parroting Nicky. I wanted to be tied up very badly and I guess it showed. Unimpressed with my petulance, Nicky folded her arms and glared at me. I glared back. Impasse. Nicole had a stubborn streak in her and she would not budge. Neither would I. Like most friends, we fought occasionally, usually resulting in tears and silence between us for a few days while we sulked. It was fast shaping up to be one of those occasions. I remember it because it was the first time we'd bickered over who got to be tied up first in such an unfriendly manner. Once Nicky saw I was not about to give in, she began stuffing the ropes back in the bag. She sniffed and a large tear oozed from one eye, followed by another. I was still too young to realise how Nicky was manipulating me to get what she wanted. She nearly always got what she wanted once she'd set her heart on it. Only her mother seemed immune to her blandishments and even then, sometimes Nicky still managed to get her own way. That's not to say she was spoiled. Nicky wasn't. However, that did not mean she wasn't averse to using her feminine wiles when necessary. Like today…Miserably, she sobbed, "Your mean! I'm going home."

Nicky looked absolutely woebegone as she picked up her bikini bottom and prepared to pull it back on. Alarmed by her tears, I abruptly caved in. "Ok, ok, I'll tie you up first!"
 
 

Sun May 23 19:34:51 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 8

The dark storm clouds magically vanished from Nicky's face to be replaced by her usual sunny expression. "Thanks!" she said, as if nothing had happened. Secretly, I wasn't too upset because it meant I would get to be tied up second. However, I did decide to get my own back by tying Nicky up extra tight. I wasn't going to spare her. There was plenty of rope and I was determined to use it all - at least as much as possible, anyway. Suddenly all smiles, she turned around and offered me her hands for binding.

Laughingly, Nicky said that the most notorious and cruellest pirate to ever blacken the seven seas, Mason Blackbeard had captured her. Pirates were a common theme in our bondage games (see my last posting) I had always been a voracious reader and I'd just been given one of those wonderful old 'Boy's Own' type tales called "The Coral Island," written by R.M Ballantyne. I had avidly read it from cover to cover over a few short nights. Three young boys had been shipwrecked on a coral island in the far distant exotic South Seas and encountered fierce sharks, pirates and bloodthirsty cannibals amongst other things. There was even a beautiful island girl 'damsel-in-distress' whom the boys had been required to save from being sacrificed. The book left a deep impression on me. I still have that book in my collection. Additionally, we had also both enjoyed watching the one-handed Capt'n Hook and Smee doing their thing against Peter Pan and Wendy (she looked absolutely adorable tied up) on television. Therefore, pirates were still very much the theme of the moment - had been for a while. My love of the sea and everything nautical and my own fertile imagination provided the rest of the fuel.

"Yeah!" I agreed in what I hoped was my most piratical voice, "and I'm going to tie you up so you don't escape!"
 
 

Sun May 23 19:35:20 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 9

"No, no, please don't tie me up!" Nicky pleaded.

"Tough luck!" I growled and grabbed Nicky. She screamed as demurely as possible (the last thing either of us wanted was for her two stupid brothers to investigate.) and pretended to faint against me. Before she had a chance to 'protest' further, I roughly forced her arms behind her, positioning them wrists to elbows so that her forearms laid parallel to each other and began tying them together. I took one piece of hemp rope and used it to fasten her right hand to her forearm just before the elbow. Still feeling slightly nettled, I pulled harder on the rope than I perhaps should have done. I cinched them tight and knotted everything firmly together way out of reach of her fingers. I'd forgotten that she was naked and that the rope would be more uncomfortable against bare skin. It wasn't long before Nicky began complaining, "That's too tight!"

"Tough," I said, "You're my prisoner, remember!"

Nicky glared at me and said, "Ok, just try to be more careful. I've got no clothes on remember!"

"Ok, I'll be more careful," I grunted my agreement before lashing her left hand up in exactly the same way. It was true, I had been a bit rough before. Apparently the friction of the coarse hempen ropes was causing rope burn. We'd only ever tied each other up more or less fully clothed before so the relative roughness of the ropes had not been an issue then. They were not prickly as such, having softened greatly from long use but they were still not soft like sash cord, for example. However, I was much more careful when pulling the rope over and around her arms this time. I took care to ensure the ropes did not touch her skin when I pulled them through. Although I tied her left hand as tightly as the other, this time, she did not complain. "That's much better," she complimented.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:35:49 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 10

My response was simple - time to silence her! While Nicky was happily focusing on her bonds and experimentally testing the efficacy of my ropework, I surreptitiously snuck the homemade ball gag (simply a small rubber ball tied in the middle of a longish strip of cloth) out of her bag. Nicky was so preoccupied with testing the feel of the ropes binding her hands to her arms she scarcely noticed as I snuck up behind her and grabbed her. Nicky opened her mouth in surprise and as soon as she did so, I had popped the gag in her pretty little mouth. "He-mmppgghh!" Quickly, before she had time to spit it out, I drew the cloth ends tightly behind her and back around again before knotting them off as tightly as possible. The look of surprise on her face was priceless. I burst out laughing. Nicky tried to act offended but failed miserably. A small smile played around the very edges of her mouth as she realised that she'd been well and truly had. Tied and gagged, she really was my prisoner. I set about roping her up. With Nicky's hands already neatly secured and out of the way, I could afford to take my time.

Playing my role as her piratical captor to the hilt, I grinned lasciviously at her as I began tying up her arms. Nicky shrank back in mock terror as I leered at her, making comments how we were going to ransom her off, sell her to the highest bidder etcetera. Determined that there should be no escape, I wound the ropes tightly around her body and arms. Five or so loops went just below her perky little breasts and another five above. Nicky writhed happily as I cinched and tightened the ropes before looping them up and over her shoulders to create a harness to prevent slippage and also hold her forearms in place. Despite the tightness of her bondage, I could tell that she was enjoying herself. So was I. It was certainly very different tying up Nicky without any clothes on.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:36:17 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 11

Already, I hoped that there would be an encore performance.

I took another length of rope and knelt down to tie Nicky's feet. She frantically "mmph'd" and nodded downwards. I had no idea what she wanted. Confused, I stared at her. Nicky 'mmmph'd' again and nodded in the direction of her crotch. Suddenly understanding dawned upon me.

"You want me to tie a rope between your legs?" I asked. I had no idea that what she wanted was called a crotchrope. That was to come much later… Nicky nodded enthusiastically. "Ok, no worries!" I replied. Suddenly embarrassed, I stared at Nicky's crotch. She was still standing in her birthday suit before me and I was not sure I wanted to do this. It was getting much too sexual for me. "Look," I said, "I'll tie you, but I think, um, you should have your bathers on." Nicky shook her head - no

"Sorry," I said, "I won't do it unless you put them on." Nicky glared at me but sullenly complied as I held up her bikini bottoms for her. With a bad grace, she daintily stepped into them as I held them out for her. Suddenly, I felt much more comfortable about doing what she wanted as I picked up the rope again. The sexual implications never even occurred to me as I tied the rope around Nicky's slender waist and knotted it in front before taking it back between her legs, looping it over the rope behind and back again. Carefully, I snugged up her crotchrope, mindful of the need not to hurt her. I attached the ends to the ropes binding Nicky's arms together between her bound wrists. Nicky whimpered with pleasure as the ropes caressed her like a lovers touch. Her face radiated surprise and shock as the ropes made their presence felt. Had I but known at the time…
 
 

Sun May 23 19:36:50 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 12

To digress a moment, I was badly spoiled as a kid, bondage-wise with Nicky. We had a great deal of 'bondage' fun (we termed them simply as "tie-up games" or competitions during those halcyon days of the late seventies) between the two of us until I turned sixteen or so when these games began to peter out and finally died a slow death. I am currently in a long-term relationship but bondage has been and continues to be a major sticking point between us. Sometimes, it is very hard to understand or accept that not everybody is into bondage or being tied up in the same manner Nicky apparently was. Back then, it was all more or less innocent childhood fun. Certainly Nicky enjoyed being tied up very much but I have never met anyone since who appeared to derive as much pleasure out of the ropes as she did. I had a best mate called R with whom I used to have tying up competitions but they more or ended when I was 23. They were fun but never quite the same as it was with Nicky. Since then, my bondage experiences have been few and far between.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:37:23 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 13

After tying on her crotchrope, I helped Nicky sit down on the soft mattress we had hauled out of the shed and tightly bound her legs together at ankles, knees and thighs. Of course, I took care to cinch and knot everything off. I have to admit Nicky looked wonderful with the tight hempen ropes surrounding her near naked body. Her eyes crinkled with amusement as she solemnly took in the all too visible evidence of my excitement. Embarrassed with the frankness of her gaze, I hauled Nicky back over onto her side and hogtied her. Instead of attaching the ropes directly to her bound arms, I took the rope ends from her feet and brought them back between her legs and towards her chest. After pulling back her legs as far as they would go, I knotted everything off to the ropes just under her breasts. I felt proud of my efforts - it was imaginative and effective. (Regular readers would recall that our tying up rules required us to place the other in a different bondage each time - as much for the variety as the challenge.) The more Nicky battled against the ropes holding her captive, the greater the pressure the hogtie rope would place on her crotch. I knew she would enjoy being tied up like that. I left her struggling in her bonds and jumped into the pool to cool off - literally and figuratively. Nicky squirmed helplessly and happily in her bonds as I splashed about in between admiring her and my rope work. I knew that she would be staying where she was until I decided to untie her. Tied as she was, the ropes and knots were absolutely impossible to reach, much still less untie.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:37:49 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 14

Eventually, the temptation was too much for me. Nicky's face contorted with fear and a growing realisation of my intent as I made my way towards her. She knew me well enough to read the look on my face. Maliciously, I splashed some water in her direction but not quite enough to reach her. She grunted something that sounded like, "don't you dare!" through her gag as I splashed her again. This time the water landed closer - close enough to lightly splash her dry skin. She closed her eyes as I brought my arms back and really let go, slopping ice cold water all over her helplessly tied form. What fun! She was all tied up and couldn't run. Tied and helpless. The opportunity was too good to miss. Nicky jerked spastically against her ropes as the water hit her. She squealed with shock and rage as the water broke in a miniature tidal wave against her warm skin. Fortunately, the tight gag muffled her angry yells as I laughingly continued to splash more water over her. No mercy! The look Nicky gave me was murderous. Her eyes blazed fire from above her gag. I knew with an utter certainty that she would be anxious to exact retribution for this but I was having too much fun to really care. She fought her bonds like crazy but to absolutely no avail. I teasingly joked as I sprayed more water over her, "Do you still wish I'd been tied up first?" Another venomous glare was my answer. It was not long before Nicky was drenched. She had given up struggling and resigned herself to her fate. However the look on her face promised future revenge of some kind.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:38:20 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 15

Tiring of my sport, I swam off and splashed around some more before climbing out. By then, the warm sun had dried her skin and ropes and Nicky looked much happier than she had been a few moments ago. She was no longer trying to escape, content to relax in the warmth of the sun. Nicky looked very relaxed as she lay there in her ropes. I don't know if being tied up affected Nicky in quite the same way it did for me but there was no doubt that she was enjoying her enforced restraint. The good thing about being tied up is that it frees you from having to do anything. Being tied up has always been very relaxing for me and Nicky obviously felt the same way. The great paradox of bondage is that your greatest freedom comes along by having your (physical) freedom taken away from you. The body may be physically restrained but the mind remains free. When I am tied up, the cares and worries of the outside world affects me not at all. I can lose myself to the delicious sensations and feelings that the tight ropes bring. It is immensely, wonderfully therapeutic. Perhaps it was some of this that Nicky sensed.

However, I had other ideas… I got up and dragged a large old plank to the end of the pool. It was around ten feet long by one wide. It was heavy and I had to stop a few times to catch my breath. Curious to see what I was up to, Nicky squirmed around to see what I was doing. I ignored her as I heaved the plank into position and pushed it out so that 2 or three feet extended beyond the edge of the pool. After positioning it just so, I placed several heavy bricks at the other end so it would not tip prematurely. I was going to make her walk the plank in the best time honoured pirate tradition into the shark infested waters.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:38:50 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 16

The huge seventy-four gun pirate galleon sailed along serenely on the azure blue Caribbean Sea as I strode along the decking towards my beautiful, cruelly bound prisoner. Heavily laden with Spanish gold, progress was slow. The ship heeled slightly as the wind filled the sails. The ghostly outlines of several large sharks cruised alongside, waiting for the next easy offering from above.

Cheerfully, I walked over to where a wide-eyed Nicky was lying bound and gagged on the sun mat. I sat down and asked, "Guess what?" When I saw that no answer was forthcoming, I jeered, "I'm going to make you walk the plank!" A look of real fear entered her eyes. "Don't worry," I gently reassured. Indicating the ropes lashing her legs together, I said, "I'm not going to push you in like this."

Nicky's eyes radiated relief as I undid the hogtie rope before beginning on her legs. It took a few minutes to untie her legs mainly because I'd tied the knots so tight and the water had shrunk the hemp ropes a little. I'd never realised that one of the properties of hemp rope is that it shrinks when wet… Before helping her up, I ungagged her. No need for the gag where she was going… Wobbily, Nicky stood up with a little assistance from me. She knew what was going to happen but played along beautifully. I took hold of her and pushed Nicky in the direction of the waiting plank. She begged, "Please don't make me walk the plank!"
 
 

Sun May 23 19:39:18 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 17

"Sorry!" I harshly said, "They don't want to pay your ransom…" I paused theatrically, "So in you go!" Nicky shook her head and frantically twisted about, fighting the tight ropes binding her hands and arms but I held her fast. It was the work of moments to force her out onto the plank. Nicky turned and pleaded with her eyes. I shook my head. No dice. Sadly, Nicky hung her head, clearly resigning herself to her horrible fate. Slowly, she turned to face the heaving ocean and the waiting sharks. I prodded her with my sword (actually a long sharp twig I had picked up on the spur of the moment) and ordered, "Move." Nicky took a single step and stopped. I prodded her again. Nicky whimpered and took another tiny pace. The tight ropes looked delicious against her sun-tanned body. Hands lashed to her forearms just below her elbows, she had no chance of unpicking the knots much still less escape. She would soon become shark food. Fast losing patience with her hesitancy, I pushed Nicky gently forwards. Only feet separated her from the end of the plank. The waters rushed by below. Timidly, she took another step and paused. Nicky turned and gazed disconsolately at me. I stared at her. I was implacable. I motioned with my sword and she slowly turned to meet her fate. Experimentally, she strained against her ropes but they did not budge an inch. One more step and… I prodded her again.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:39:45 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 18

With a shriek, Nicole toppled into the pool. The dark waters closed over her bound body as the ship cruised past. Almost immediately, I jumped in after her and dived for the bottom. Suddenly I became a giant shark. I had always held a long fascination for these killers of the deep and read as much as I could about them. In the same way that many 90's kids appear to be capable of reeling off seemingly the entire dinosaur family by heart so too I could name off most of the major man eating species from memory. Top of the pile was the massive Great White, immortalised in the "Jaws" films and unflatteringly but appropriately nicknamed the "White Death." The infamous Great White was closely followed by the only slightly smaller but equally mean tiger shark, the oddly shaped hammerhead with two lobes protruding each side of its head and the sleek slate blue-grey mako.

I was a shark as I cruised towards Nicky, my mighty six-foot high tail lashing the water to foam as I sped towards the helplessly bound Nicole. Thirty-five feet of Great White lunged through the calm waters in her direction. My monstrous jaws ringed with scimitar sharp teeth gaped open as I neared my victim. Nicky would be easy prey. With her arms tightly bound behind her, she could not easily move far. Nicky saw me coming and tried to get away but I quickly dragged her down in to the deep and savaged her. We rolled over and over as I attacked her.

Gasping for breath, we rose towards the surface and breathed in the warm summer air. Nicky laughingly complained, "You're mean! You scared me!"
 
 

Sun May 23 19:40:11 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 19

I just laughed. "Want me to try again?" I asked. Nicky emphatically shook her head - no! Nicky remained bound as we happily splashed about and swam. I remember the way that she giggled helplessly as she tried to swim with her hands tied behind her. Our pool was shallow enough she could easily stand so there was no fear of drowning. Nicky lay on her stomach and kicked both her long legs to propel herself through the limpid water. It was surprisingly effective as long as she kept up the momentum. She even tried 'surfing' on our short little foam surfboards but with very little success. We used to position them at one end of the pool and take a run up before launching ourselves on them. The challenge was to stand upright and for as far as a distance as possible without falling off. Even with arms free, it was tricky enough at the best of times. With hands bound - mission impossible.

Half an hour or so later, our skin was goosepimpling from the chilly water so we clambered out. I quickly patted Nicky dry with the towel before towelling off myself. I couldn't help noticing that the ropes seemed to have shrunk a bit. They looked awfully tight to me. Nicky evidently agreed for she commented, "It's getting very tight now. Could you untie me now please?"

I nodded my agreement and she turned around so that I could untie her. The knots were like iron. I just could not undo them. What neither of us had realised was that constant immersion in water would shrink the hempen ropes I'd used to tie up Nicky with. The ropes really did seem to be cutting into her arms. After several moments fumbling with them, Nicky got impatient and wanted to know why I was taking so long. "Hurry up, it's hurting!"
 
 

Sun May 23 19:40:38 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 20

Admitting defeat, I apologised, "Sorry, I can't undo them. The knots are too tight."

"Awww," Nicky moaned "What are we going to do now!" She was on the verge of panic as she exclaimed, "I can't go home like this!"

"Look, wait here," I said, as I quickly ran inside the house to get something to cut the ropes with. I hated having to destroy our precious ropes but getting Nicky free was far more important. I got a pair of scissors and a small but very sharp knife. It was the work of seconds to prove that the scissors would be next to useless. I would have to use the knife.

"Be careful," Nicky said as she nervously eyed the wickedly sharp blade.

"Don't worry, I will be," I reassured her. Carefully, I sawed away at the bonds pinioning Nicky's arms to her sides. Finally, the ropes parted and dropped away.

"Ooo, that's better!" Nicky exclaimed as she flexed her arms. "Do my hands now." quickly, I complied. Eventually, the last ropes fell downwards. Nicky cautiously flexed her arms again and stretched. She winced and flapped her hands about. "My hands are really tingling," she said. There were vivid deep red rope marks circling both wrists and forearms as well as just above her elbows. More ropemarks although not as deep, circled her body just above and below her bare breasts. Even Blind Freddy would have had no trouble telling that she'd just been tied up very recently. No prizes for guessing what we'd been up to… Fascinated, I examined them. A slightly rueful expression on her face, Nicky peered at them. As the circulation returned to her hands, she used them to massage her arms where they had been tied.

Suddenly concerned, I asked, "Are you ok?"

Nicky nodded. "I'll be fine. My hands feel better now. It's not hurting or anything," she reassured me.
 
 

Sun May 23 19:41:11 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Part 21

"Oh, I'm glad to hear that," I said. I had been a little worried. I couldn't help being awfully embarrassed - I had not wanted or meant this to happen. These tie-up games of ours were meant to be fun, not torture. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Nicky. However, the wide toothy grin on her face dispelled any worries I may have had.

"Thanks," she said. Suddenly laughing, Nicky pointed at me and said, "I owe you one!"

"What for?" I asked.

"Why do you think?" she exclaimed. "For splashing water on me before!" Nicky gave me a mock glare and clenched one tiny fist in my direction to show that she meant business.

"Oh."

"Oh indeed!" she sarcastically replied. All smiles again, she said, "I'm going to get you for that!" And she would too, I knew. I think that I mentioned in one previous story that she always kept her promises. Particularly those involving retribution of some kind. Nicky wanted to repay the favour with interest. I looked forwards to it. It would involve being tied up in some manner. I hoped it would not go much further than that…

"When?" I wanted to know

"Whenever I feel like it!" she replied.

But that's another story for later………..
 
 

Sun May 23 19:41:37 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

THE END

 mason

Sun May 23 08:35:16 PDT 1999

Sorry if I questioned your knowledge of the Star War Universe, Jeff. I am a big fan of the Lucasarts Computer games espicially the X-WIng Tie Fighters series games.
Nice stories, Mase and PH! Both you guys pushed the envelope a lot more then I ever did!

 dudalb

Sun May 23 18:44:18 UTC+0200 1999

PH, thank you: I enjoyed the Summer Camp series. Just one question: it seems that a lot of shoes happened to get lost before and during the Treasure Hunt. Whatever happened to your sneakers, for instance? Did you manage to get them back?

Hey Mason, glad to read from you again! What about some piano practice in order to have your fingers perfectly working again? ;-) Nice and enjoyable story, tho'. I see no problem with the slight sex-related digression. Just when exactly was the crotch-tie on Nicky undone?

Ciao to everyone!

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sun May 23 13:13:28 EDT 1999

I agree with Dudalb, GREAT STORIES for all here. I now come here every day, wishing to find more great stories. Sorry if this is a little insulting Mason, but I find it comical that you didn't know the ropes would shrink when wet. Now I don't know what hemp ropes or whatever are, but I've heard quite often that ropes shrink when wet. I bet that made for a interesting and panicky experience.

Hey Dudalb, I love the games too, I have X-Wing Alliance and love it.

 Jeff

Sun May 23 15:26:52 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Mason, PH, great stories, keep up the good work!

Mason: I have a question, where is Nicky today? Do you two stay in touch?

Kidnap

Mon May 24 01:26:24 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

Mason! Thank you for yet another GREAT story!
I shall send a thankful thought to your Doctor...

About the latest Star Wars movie. I guess it will be a while before it opens here in Sweden, but I will definitely see it. It has been nearly ten years since I last set my foot in a movie theatre, (Hooch will kill me if he reads this...) but this one seems worth break ones' habits for!

About the question of the mysteriously dissappearing sneakers; the funny thing about that is that it was an even more humiliating task for the person who had been deprived of his/her sneakers, to walk back and get them! We used this often in our cops/robbers, cowboys & indians wars as well.

BTW I spent the last weekend back at the old summer-house where most of my first stories took place. I went over to the boat house on the L. family's property and just took in the scent of the place, and that brought back some good memories from twenty years back. If anyone is interested...?

 PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Sun May 23 19:57:18 PDT 1999

on Rope shrinkes: Some do some don't.Nowdays most rope and cord is pre shrunk so shrinkges is very little. A couple of months ago Gillian B. translated a story about a group of kids who conned a 28 year old neighbor into a game of cowboys and indians where she ended up (surprise) at the stake. They tied her with wet rope in hope of infliciting some pretend indian torture by having the ropes she was tied with shrink--and were suprised when the ropes did not shrink. (The kids were careful to leave slack in the ropes so the "victim" would not really be harmed).I guess the kids were thnking of wet rawhide which, like any leather product does shrink when wet and was used for torture. BUt most rope you buy nowdays at the hardware store is pre shrunk and shrinks little if at all.
Ex Leech. Love to have you come into bobs chat room some day. The daily chat is at Ten o clock PM GMT and I think Three of Four Central time i know its two Pacific time. Be glad to have you!
Parential involvement in your next story. Do I possibly hear another tied up mom tale-a genre I seem single handed to have started on this site?
Looking forward to it in any case.

 dudalb

Sun May 23 23:00:48 EDT 1999

At the risk of droning on off topic, unless this has become the Return of Star Wars review board, some points to be made.

Yes, of course, the Force is strong with young Anakin Skywalker. What the #@!! else do you expect from the person who grows up to become Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith; and the Father of Luke Skywalker and Princess Leia? Rememember your own mythos folks.

It is truely amazing the stuff people can do on computers these days.

It wasn't a bad movie, it seemed like it was almost shot for laughs. It was fun to watch, but far from the best film I'd ever seen.

I just wanted to say that as soon as I feel up to it, I want to start recounting my experiences with bondage from the 1940's an early 50's; As soon as I find what the doctors did with my memory after the last heart attack. My stories tended and will tend to be brief, I never wanted to emblish my memory as it is with events that might or might not have happened, even if the other Players have preceeded me in death, Its still called lying where I come from.

 Ron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun May 23 23:30:33 1999

Ron[IDRON}:

I know exactly what you mean.

I also have a lot of trouble with embellished
stories, which is why I am having such a hard time
writing stories based on my experiences.

I suppose there actually are people who can
remember childhood conversations from twenty, or
thirty, or, more, years ago, but I cannot.
Consequently, I am very skeptical of these
multi-multi-multi-multi-section epics with all the
dialog. Just spoils the whole experience for me.

Wish they would indicate somehow what is an actual
memory and what is just there to keep things
moving.

The ones where the author admits right up front
that he/she doesn't remember exactly what was said
during, or what exactly preceded an episode, have
a much more authentic feel.

Dualb:

I hope you don't dislocate your shoulder :-),
Seriously, I am anxiously, no breathlessly,
awaiting, well, anyway, really looking forward to
your Mom's next adventure.

[subtle hint mode] It has been a long time since
my beautiful wife had someone, muchless a woman
close to her own age (51), share her futile
struggles to unfetter herself [/subtle hint mode].

truefan

Sun May 23 22:32:25 PDT 1999

I've been reading some of the postings and see where sons have bound and gagged their moms. Interestingly, it was my daughter who tied me up. I hadn't seen the movie yet, House Arrest, where the kids con one of the moms into being bound and gagged by saying it was a sociology project. My 15 year old daughter came home and said she had a science project to do on human behavior and she needed to tie me up for a minute. She even had a questionaire made out asking about my experiences and what scared me about being tied. I went along with it. I put on jeans and a long sleeve blouse to protect my arms and legs and let Jill go at it. It took her a few minutes but she had me trussed up with clothes line. My wrists were tied behind me and she bound me to a chair. I didn't think the ropes would hold, but I was wrong. I had seen escapes in the movies and on TV; never having been tied up, I was surprised. Jill also stuffed a cloth in my mouth and tied a nylon stocking around my head about 5 times. I tried to push it out with my tongue to no avail. Ten minutes of squirming and mmmpphing did me no good, and it was then I heard some snickering behind me. She had invited some friends over and I was pretty sure then I'd been had. An hour later she untied me. The next day I called her science teacher and inquired about any assigned projects. Not surprisingly, there was none.

Joanna

Mon May 24 19:54:58 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Just some comments/thoughts.

ANDY - I guess I would have undone the crotchrope the same time I untied her (actually, I think it was Nicky who did this)

JEFF - Thats OK! Yes, when I think back on it now, I should have realised that the rope would shrink like it did from the prolonged immersion in the water of the pool. Dudalb is correct when he says some ropes shrink, others don't. Therefore I almost exclusively use cotton sash cord nowadays. Though I still have some hemp/manila rope on hand - I like the feel of it very much.

EX-LEECH. Yes, I agree with Dud - Please drop by the chatroom sometime!! look for the URL to Bob's site on the bottom of Canuck's homepage. The link to the chatroom is there. BTW, other newbies are most welcome to drop by. We'd love to see some new faces in there! If anyone has trouble getting in, e-mail me and I'll try to help.

KIDNAP - I'm afraid that I have lost touch with Nicky ages ago. we kept in touch for a while after they moved house but we eventually drifted apart to the extent I've completely lost contact with her. All I know now is that she is now happily married (I wonder if she gets her husband to tie her up...) and living interstate in NSW in or around Sydney.

RON - Great to have you back. We've been wondering what happened to you and hw you are. Hope to see you in the chat sometime soon.

mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Mon May 24 20:12:10 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Just some comments/thoughts cont'd

TRUEFAN - I'm sorry you feel that way but I do understand how you feel. Yes it is true that there are a number of us (including myself) who embellish their stories - if only for the sake of readability and interest. However, the reason for doing so is primarily to entertain our readers. If we all relied solely on memory, they would necessarily be a fair bit shorter and less entertaining.

The events actually happened, but I do 're-invent' the dialogue as much as it would have happened at the time. I try very hard to capture the mood and/or feeling of the events as they happened and the dialog reflects this.

Though I can still remember certain phrases and the way Nicky used to tease me while tied up... lol. For example, I have never forgotten the way I loved to swim underwater and pretend I was a monster Great White (shark) Nicky was not the only one who went down screaming...

Anyway, please feel free to just go ahead and pen your experiences - at least as much as you can remember. I'm looking forwards to hearing about them. Ditto for Ron too. Don't worry to much about what the rest of us write. ALL stories/contributions are greatly appreciated. here.

 mason

Mon May 24 08:44:56 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

A quick comment on embellishment. Since this is the written word it is often easier to express the emotions and feelings of the people in the stories using dialogue. I rarely remember the dialogue exactly I remember how I felt and how I thought the other people involved were feeling. I often will go into a little bit of detail just to set the stage so the remainder of the story makes some kind of sense. If I started at the tying part, there would be real questions of the continuity of the story because the sequence of events would be odd. I feel that the reader needs to know how I got myself into the mess I was in, or how I worked it out so I could get someone else in a mess. I apologize to the purists who believe that you lose the integrity of a story by adding dialogue that may or may not of actually occured. I don't plan to change my style which is similar to the styles of the great writers on this page like, Gillian, dubalb, mason, PH, etc, etc,. These stories are still short at best even though they do span 20-25 parts. Not exactly of "epic" proportions. I do have other things to do.

The next chapter Parental Involvement, will be posted today or tomorrow. Good day to all.

 Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 14:22:10 EDT 1999

I seem to have started a discussion on the Force and Anakin. I'd just like to submit that when I mentioned the Force, I was talking about a DIFFERENT KIND OF FORCE. As in, a force that those popular kids have and I don't :) After all, when a 9 year old kid can get a queen to fall in love with him after like 5 minutes, he's got to have some kind of power. Meanwhile I can't even get a girlfriend throughout all these years of my life. Geez, I must be girlForce deficient :)

 Jeff

Mon May 24 16:44:55 CDT 1999

The stories posted lately have been great! I'm glad that this site is here.
As a side note, I believe that these "embellishments" are not so much embellishments as they are placeholders, where you know that something was said but you're not sure what. But that's just my opinion, I could be wrong.

 Dorren

Mon May 24 20:23:37 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Mason: Sorry to hear you lost touch; I'm sure she somehow talked her husband into bondage, knowing the power of women ;)

Everyone: Please withold plot descriptions for the Lucas cash cow "Star Wars - Savings Menace", not all of us have seen it yet! I intentionally avoided all trailers, 'sneak peaks', toys, etc. so as to enjoy the movie the way movies were intended. Thank you for any cooperation. :)

 Kidnap

Mon May 24 19:04:26 PDT 1999

Joanna: When we tied up my mom, my sister was an enthusiastic participent and observer;My cousin Shula and I were co-partners when we tied up her mom my Aunt Judith ; and in a tale I shoulld have up for July or August Steffi was the real sparkplug behind the making of her mom into a MID (Mom In Distress!) My lovely wife Jennifer tied up her mom. I think the basic thrill is the same for kids of either sex, the thrill of power transfer and the excitement of the kid being in control; as well as the idea of playing a great joke on your parent.
Dorren. your idea of a placeholder is well put. I can remember the general course of the conversation but not the exact words; how many of us can? For what's it worth I am now sending my stoties to a couple of particpants with whon I am still in touch for coments as to accuracy.When the dialogue involves a joke or wisecrack, that is pretty muchverbatim, those you tend to remember.And don; think for minute a lot of dialogue in serious memoirs and autobiographies is not recreated in the same way...
Truefan Never fear my mom's third adventure is almost done and should be up next week.
Incidently, one of teenage pals just joined the tied up mommies club herself, the first to do so; she has agreed to let me give a short account; it will be posted as soon as she approves it.

 Dudalb

Mon May 24 22:24:40 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Thanks again to all who have contributed lately. Mason, loved the latest chapter of the Nicky saga. PH another great addition to your repertoire. Canuck thanks for the complement, it means a lot coming from the guy who started this page.

Concerning the daily chat sessions, your usual time would fall at about 3:00 in the afternoon here and I am usually hip deep in work, Sorry. Maybe on the weekends.

Hope you enjoy this latest:

Parental Involvement Part 1
After Nancy's phone call I climbed into bed but laid awake for a while contemplating what Nancy's parents would do. Mr. and Mrs. Mason were really nice people. Mrs. Mason looked like a more mature version of her daughter. She had long dark hair that she often wore up brown eyes, about 5' 5" tall and an impeccable dresser. It was easy to see why Nancy always tried to look nice when she had her Mom to look up to. Mr. Mason was a very lucky guy to say the least. Mrs. Mason had always been very nice to me and I'd known her since I was about 5 when Nancy and I began to play together. I knew she wouldn't do anything just to get back at me she was always more creative than that. It was always that the punishment had to fit the crime. Funny, that's what I thought I was doing when I tied Nancy to the chair and left her for her parents? to find. Well, I finally got to sleep and the weekend went by without hearing from Nancy. The next week in school we talked about it, but she kept saying that it seemed like Mom and Dad had forgotten all about it. She decided that she would ask Mom and Dad if I could come over to swim on Wednesday to test her theory. On Tuesday I got a call from Nancy. "They said you could come over, no problem." Nancy said excitedly.
"Boy I thought they were really mad at me," I said relieved.
"If they aren't, remember someday when you least expect it I'll get you back," she said with a dark tone in her voice.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:26:14 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 2
That evening at the Mason's house was completely normal. Mrs. Mason greeted me at the door with a friendly smile and said that Nancy was already in the pool. We swam and played in the pool for about an hour when I decided to go home and study since this was close to the end of the school year. On my way out Mrs. Mason stopped me. "Oh, hey, I was about to call your parents," she said.
My heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds and I think I saw a twitch of a smile come to her lips. "Yeah, I was going to ask them if you could come on a 10 day camping trip to our cabin in the Colorado mountains this summer," she explained. I let out a sigh of relief and again I thought I saw a small quirk to the corner of her mouth.
"Hey that sounds like a lot of fun, I hope my Mom says I can go. When are you leaving?" I asked.
"One week after school gets out on a Friday. I'll call your Mom now and she will be able to tell you yes or no by the time you reach home"
"Alright, Bye," I said as I left there home.
When I arrived back at my house I went in to talk to Mom. She had just replaced the phone receiver and again I saw a faint smile on her face like she had just heard something funny. I was really getting paranoid about this whole thing, I really needed to calm down. Mom said that it would be fine with her if I went but I would have to obey Mr. and Mrs. Mason just as if they were my Mom and Dad. I readily agreed and went up to my room to study. The next few days dragged by, Nancy and I would talk about all the great things we could do in the mountains and occasionally I would ask her if her Mom had said anything about the tie up game. Nancy would always respond negatively and then taunt me for being paranoid.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:27:09 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 3
The night before we were set to leave, Mom reiterated her desire that I obey Nancy's parents and also said to pack tonight because Mr. Mason would be over very early to pick up my bags because they would be stored first in the trailer. So that evening I packed all my stuff, set it downstairs by the front door and went to sleep. The next morning Mom kissed me goodbye and Dad gave me hug. Then I walked down to Nancy's house where Mr. Mason was loading the trailer and back end of their Chevy Blazer. I asked if I could help and he readily agreed and I began making trips back and forth to the trailer handing him bags and many other supplies. Then Nancy and her mother came out the house and hopped in the car. I got in the back with Nancy and we were off. It was about a 10 hour trip to the cabin and Nancy and I talked and slept the whole way. About two hours away from the cabin Mrs. Mason turned around in her seat and said, "Hey you two, we need to talk about your little tie-up game you had about a couple of weeks ago." Both of our jaws dropped as we stared silently at Mrs. Mason.
"I know you were just playing an innocent game but you did have fun being tied up didn't you?" she asked looking right at me. "Yes," I stammered. "I had fun getting tied up but I felt a little guilty after I left Nancy tied up."
"I enjoyed tying him up and didn't mind being tied up until I realized he was going to leave me alone for you to find me," Nancy responded.
"What you did to Nancy was a bit unfair even though you were tied up more. Remember you agreed to being tied up. Nancy never agreed to be exposed to us." Mrs. Mason concluded.
I was puzzled. Why was she talking to us about this. "Uh, Mrs. Mason, why are you asking about that little game."

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:28:20 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 4
"That's a good question with a simple answer. When I was your age I played these games with my friends, mostly your Mom," she said looking at me again, "and one time it got out of hand, it had escalated to a point where we were doing each other physical harm by pulling ropes too tight and not protecting the skin. My mom put a stop to it, and I always wished she wouldn't of since it was so much fun. I am going to let you play the game if you want but you must keep it fair. I know it will escalate but remember that whatever you do to each other it will come back on you the next time. Oh if there is a dispute about what's fair I will be the judge and I will moderate the game, making sure ropes aren't too tight and making sure you skin is protected. The rest is up to your imaginations."
"So basically you're saying we can do anything to each other as long as we are prepared to receive the same treatment or worse back again." Nancy said. "And do we have to let the person do it to us willingly or can we struggle."
"Well, its your job to find ways to keep them from struggling too much. The rules are simple, no excessive pain and nothing permanent can be done like cutting hair or stuff like that unless it is agreed to by me and the recipient," her Mom stated.
"I have one more question," Nancy said with a smile on her lips, "Is it fair now? Whose turn is it to get tied?"
"Come on, Nancy, he's the one that escalated this so he's the first to get it. Remember, I will be impartial so don't expect special treatment just because you're my daughter. Oh and one more thing, since you two are getting older, no nudity ever is allowed, if I see that happen the game is over permanently." With the rules laid down I glanced at Nancy and could see the wheels turning inside her head as she thought up what to do with me. I was still wondering what kind of games my Mom and Mrs. Mason played when they were kids.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:29:13 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 5
When we got to the cabin we began to unload the car and trailer. I helped Mr. Mason set up everything outside and get the cabin ready since it had not been opened for several months. I was then getting late so we went inside, ate supper and went to bed. The cabin had two basic rooms a bedroom for Mr. and Mrs. Mason and then the living room, dining room and kitchen all in one room. Nancy and I would sleep in the loft. You had to climb a ladder to get there. The next morning we woke up to a beautiful morning. We ate breakfast and then I went out to help Mr. Mason collect and cut the firewood. The remainder of the morning was spent hiking and exploring with Nancy, she was showing me all her favorite places. The vistas were gorgeous and the lakes were crystal clear. We did lots of hiking but this was also the day that Nancy chose for a little payback. Her Mom and Dad had gone out for a long exercise that would keep them away until late. Nancy said that they did this a lot.
"OK, you, it's time you got what was coming to you." Nancy was wearing a pair of shorts and a sweatshirt, it was a little cool in the mountains at this time of year but it did get hot around 3 or 4 o'clock. "Put your hands behind your back." I rolled my eyes although I was curious what she was going to use for ropes since we weren't at her house. Then I felt a pair of handcuffs encircle my wrists and then she placed a sleeping blindfold over my eyes. "Hey, where did you get this stuff?" I asked. "Interesting that you ask," Nancy quipped, "my Mom brought a big trunk along full of stuff we could use. And my Mom said that your Mom contributed a few supplies to it."
"No way!" I gasped, "How does my Mom know anything about this?"

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:30:25 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 6
"Our Moms have been talking I guess, they must have been remembering the times they did this as kids and thought it would be fun for us. You should see all the stuff that is in that trunk. Here go into the other room and put this on," she said as she removed the blindfold but not the handcuffs, "it's a man's swimsuit."
"Why do I have to put that on?" I asked looking at what appeared to be a bikini bottom of a women's suit. "Because, if you don't put it on in the next 30 seconds I'll make you wish you hadn't hesitated." I knew she followed through on everything she said. She was also trying to respect the rules and if I put up to big of fight she could use that against me. Seconds later I reappeared and she blindfolded me again. "It was very difficult putting that on with my hands cuffed behind my back." "That's the least of your worries," she said as she fumbled around for some more stuff. "Open wide," she said as she placed a hard round object between my teeth and tied a cloth strap behind my head wedging it deep into my mouth which reduced my complaints to indecipherable moans and groans. "Now I have to protect your skin from the ropes. Let's see what I can find. Oh, but first let me get your hands out of the way." She then uncuffed my hands and recuffed them in front of me and then ran a rope through them and pulled my hands up toward the ceiling. "Now lift your right leg," she said and I had a sense of de'javu (sp?) as I felt the cool tights she had began pulling up my leg. I then really began to struggle and kick my legs violently. Her response was simple and effective. She unmercifully tickled my under arms. "If you stop kicking," by now it wasn't because of the tights, "I'll stop tickling you." With my head bowed I stopped thrashing about. She then continued to pull the tights up my legs. I hated it, this was becoming a part of the game that I hated.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:30:57 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 7
She then grabbed my foot and put some type of soft shoe on them with straps that wound up my ankle and legs. She repeated this with the other foot and then tied my knees together with some soft rope or cloth. "I have to get your arms in the sleeves so don't struggle," she said as she released one arm leaving the other arm tied up above me somehow, I couldn't figure how she did that with handcuffs. She threaded the sleeves onto my arms and then recuffed that hand and repeated the process with my other hand. I realized she had put me into some sort of full bodysuit of some sort. Now she began to tie my wrist together again with a soft material of some sort and then removed the handcuffs, which left me still suspended by the softer material, but more comfortable. She then tied my feet together and then tied a rope of some sort to each of my elbows and pulled them apart forcing me to get up on my tip toes. I groaned in protest. She pulled on the rope holding my wrists and told me to stand on my toes, like I had much choice. I was somehow supported by the shoes on my feet. I then put it all together, this was a dance outfit for ballet dancers. I moaned loudly through my gag, "figured it out have you," Nancy laughed. She then wrapped something around my waist which I assumed was a small skirt. She then pulled the blind fold off and I saw myself standing in a white bodysuit with a short pink skirt around my waist and pink ballet shoes. The way she tied my wrists and elbows made it look a little like I was holding my hands above me in an arc like ballet dancers sometimes do. "Mom and Dad should be back in about half an hour or so. Good Luck getting out of that before they see you." I yelled into my gag but she walked towards the door. She then stopped. "Oh I almost forgot something," she came back and placed a pink sleepers blindfold over my eyes.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:31:25 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 8
I struggled and struggled but could barely move and my feet and toes were beginning to really hurt. I finally figured out a position that was easier on them, by getting some slack in the ropes holding my arms, but I still wasn't going anywhere. I was displayed for viewing in the middle of the largest room with my hands tied to the ledge of the opening that led to the loft. I was unable to get loose. Then someone walked in the door. I was hoping against hope that it was Nancy, but it was not to be. "Well, now that is pretty creative," Nancy's Mom said as she came towards me. "Looks uncomfortable," was her Dad's only comment. Mrs. Mason walked towards me and asked, "Are you in any pain?" as she removed the gag.
"My feet ache a little, and of course I don't exactly like being embarrassed practically to death." I said softly.
"Oh, don't worry about that, you'll get your chance at her tomorrow if you want." Then I got the shock of my life as she replaced the gag in my mouth. "Sorry, but I am not supposed to interfere and if I let you go I would have to let Nancy go when you finish with her. I'll make sure she let's you down soon." A few minutes later Nancy came in and was surprised to see me still tied up exactly like she left me. Her Mom just said that she should expect the same treatment later when it's her turn. She then released me leaving the clothes on me and I went up to the loft to change. When I came down again, Nancy had gone to get more water. I went into the kitchen and saw Mr. and Mrs. Mason resting after their walk. "She forced those clothes on me while I was tied up." I stated flatly.
Both her parents looked up and Mrs. Mason said, "You didn't think that we thought you put them on yourself and then tied yourself up did you?"
"Well no, but I was just making sure. Nancy said that you told Mom about this game."
"Oh sure, this all brought back some pretty good memories for your Mom and I. We u

 Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:32:03 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 9
Mrs. Mason showed me the trunk that was full of ropes, cloth, a couple pairs of handcuffs, tape. "Where did Nancy get those clothes she put me in?" I asked.
"I imagine she brought those herself, or she borrowed them from me. She found a hot button with you and she's pushing it. If I were you I would find something she is embarrassed about and push it when you have the advantage. If you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I do, I'll have to think about it though."
Then Nancy walked back in with the water. "I see you changed," she commented.
"Mrs. Mason, since you liked this game so much when you were a kid, would you let us tie you up sometime?" I asked. Nancy's eyes lit up as we both looked expectantly at her Mom. Her response shocked us both. "If I get to tie both of you up first, then I'll consider it. If you get out than maybe you can tie me up, but not until much later." Nancy's Dad never became involved in the conversation he just laughed about it from time to time and remarked how it was a great way to keep us out of trouble. He was a pretty quiet guy. I went to bed contemplating what I was going to do to Nancy, and Nancy went to bed taunting me about how cute I looked and how there was nothing I could do to her because dressing like a guy was no big deal to girls.
The next morning I had my "Eureka!" We were sent to the spring to get water, (normally the cabin had running water but one the pipes had broken and Nancy's Dad had yet to fix it) it was a natural spring about 400 yards from the cabin. On our way there Nancy put her foot down into a large puddle of mud and lost her sandal. She bitterly complained and that gave me the idea. After we did our chores and had some fun Mr. and Mrs. Mason went off on another walk and I told Nancy it was her turn.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:32:27 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 10
I told her to put on a bathing suit and meet me outside. She was wearing a one piece dark blue swimsuit with an anchor on the front. She taunted all the while I was tying her hands in front of her with some cloth from the supply trunk. I then took her to a large tree in the front of the cabin and suspended her arms from its branches, her arms were crossed when I tied them so the ropes weren't to uncomfortable on her bare skin. In addition, the cloth was a soft satin or silk that was strong and wouldn't tear easily. After tying her ankles and knees together, I then sat down on the grass beside the tree and waited for her to speak.
"What are you going to do," she asked staring down at me trying to get out of the ropes to no avail.
"I have some questions to ask, and I want honest answers or you'll get it really bad before I'm done," I said in my meanest voice that I could muster.
"Ooh, I'm soooo scared," she said sarcastically, "but I am curious, what are your questions?"
"First of all, why do you always dress me up in girl's clothes?"
"Oh, come on, I've only done that to you twice and one time it really was for your protection. The second time was paybacks for exposing me to my parents"
"You weren't wearing anything weird when I tied you up the that time though," I responded.
"Yeah but there was no chance that anyone but my parents would see you. Anyone could have walked in on me."
"Do you like tying me up better than being tied?"
"I like both, I guess, but there is a lot more to do when you aren't tied so I think that I enjoy tying more. When I am tied up like this I just stand here and wait for you to do something."
"Since you were honest, I'll go easy on you if you promise not to dress me up anymore in girls clothes." I said smiling.
"What do you plan to do?" Nancy asked.
"I'll show you."

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:32:55 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 11
I went and got the some more supplies and I gagged her, by stuffing lots and lots of cloth in her mouth and then wrapping a bandage around her head several times and securing it with tape. She was completely silenced. I then blindfolded her with more cloth strips and then walked away to get a bucket. I went down to the lake and got two or three gallons of the slimiest mud I could find. When I reached Nancy with the bucket, I set the bucket in front of her where she could see it and removed her blindfold. She took one look at the mud and began to struggle in earnest as I slowly picked it up and proceeded to dump it over her head and rub it into her long hair. It ran all over her body but the majority ran onto the ground after leaving dirty streaks across her swimsuit and legs. I made sure large clumps remained smashed into her hair. "Well do you now promise not to use women's clothes on me anymore?" I said with a huge grin on my face as I wiped my hands on her arms. She gave me the worst "death" glare she could manage and yelled at me through her gag. "Just nod if you promise," I said again. Still nothing. "OK, you asked for it." I said as I walked away towards the lake for more mud and a few other goodies. I picked up another bucket full of mud and also stopped by some bushes with some berries on them I thought might be useful. When I reached her I put hand fulls of berries down the front and back of her swimsuit. Then I squeezed the berries through her suit while she squealed and the berry juice ran down her legs. I always made a conscious attempt to keep the gunk clear of her eyes. I then poured more mud over her head and emptied the rest of it down the front of her swimsuit which was now bulging on all sides as the mud oozed out of it.

Ex-Leech

Mon May 24 22:34:11 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Parental Involvement Part 12
"OK, now for a different tactic," I said pacing in front of her like an interrogator, "I'll let you go clean up all that nasty filthy mud if you promise not to put women's clothes on me anymore." Still nothing. Nancy had an impressive stubborn streak in her. "Fine then, stay that way until it dries on you." I left her that way while she was shaking all over trying to get the mud out of her swimming suit.
While I was down washing the bucket Mr. and Mrs. Mason walked back towards the cabin where they couldn't help but notice Nancy thrashing about. As I walked back Mrs. Mason said, "Wow, I guessed you found one of Nancy's hot buttons too."
"Yeah, she doesn't look too happy. Why is it that every time that I figure out a good payback she looks at me like she is right now and I begin to worry about her revenge? Are you sure I have to let her down." I asked looking at Mrs. Mason.
She chuckled, "Welcome to the wonderful world of escalation, you will probably wonder where it is going to end. That's why I am here to keep it from going so far that you two don't lose your friendship over it like your Mom and I almost did." We were watching Nancy struggle this entire time, until Mrs. Mason said, "You'd better let her down, it's getting late and she has a lot of cleaning up to do."
I released her, letting her take her own gag off. The only thing she said was, "Your going to get it."
After she had cleaned up we ate supper, Nancy told her Mom the whole story and glared at me through parts of it, but her Mom and Dad laughed with me and Nancy even laughed at times so I knew our friendship was safe. That night in bed she admitted that she never thought that I would find the one thing she really didn't like.

Again, please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes.

Next installment: Parental Involvement Round 2

Hope you enjoyed it.

Ex-Leech

Tue May 25 19:05:17 UTC+0200 1999

Hey Ex-Leech, was Nancy barefoot?

 Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Tue May 25 13:00:45 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Andy

I don't ever remember seeing her in shoes or socks while wearing a bathing suit so she had to of been barefoot. I am positive that I would of asked her to take them off so I didn't ruin her shoes with what I had planned.

Ex-Leech

Tue May 25 16:25:13 1999

In a galaxy far, far away.......I looked at this site for once this week. And I may be behind, but, as always, I gotta get in my two-cents worth.
I've seen Star Wars: Episode One last week. It wasn't bad......far from the best (which is The Empire Strikes Back). For starters:
1. Y'know Jar Jar Bix, that dumb-ass alien dude? I was hoping he'd get offed. He annoyed me more than C-3PO. That's hard. May be get thrown down a shaft by Vader.
2. Darth Maul was soooooooo overrated. All he did was say two lines, then show up for a few battles, kill Kenobi's master, and die. I've seen James Bond henchmen do more.
3. There's one kid in my school who STILL thinks that Maul could take out Darth Vader, which is bull: Vader could kill Maul in so many ways, it's a non-fight. I think his screen name is Morbid, so give him hell.
4. I liked how the heroes actually had to repel the robots' lasers, rather then having Stormtroopers who get taken out by Ewoks and miss targets from less than 10 feet.
5. This movie helps you see Vader's birth; not only was he good with the Force early on, but his master Kenobi wasn't ready for the task, and thus trained him wrong.

In my opinion, the third prequel will be the best, because that's when that cute lil' brat Anikan becomes THE COOLEST VILLIAN IN MOVIE HISTORY!

Sorry you lost your touch, Jeff. I feel your pain.
Ishmael, I hate to say it, but your paranoid and crazy. Get a life like me and become JUST crazy.
Stop posting Dandruff. You ain't funny and your named after dead skin cells. Lame-o.
Gotta go. Like "Scream" and spicy food, I shall return. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Tue May 25 18:48:04 PDT 1999

Zorro: Trying to get Gene Siskel's job?
I agree that Jar Jar Binks wears out his welcome early on. You think lucas would have learned with the Ewoks.
Other weak points: the Pod Race fell flat,far too obviously a steal from the chariot race in Ben Hur which reamins IMHO the greatest action scene ever filmed.
And with that Having started it I propose we end the Star Wars thread on this site.
ExLeech Nice to meet you in the chatroom today!
my deaprture was due to the fact that Parachat has a habit of kicking people out. As for Nancy never thinking you would find what she really hated, she was being nieve. Any person as careful of her appreance as she is is a Felix Unger in the Odd Couple type at heart---easy to peg.

 THe Knotty Professor

Tue May 25 21:30:30 PDT 1999

my mom tied me up...she just died

 john

Tue May 25 21:35:32 PDT 1999

Does anyone know where to find pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar tied up?

 DJ

Tue May 25 22:02:43 PDT 1999

John You need help!

 dudalb

Tue May 25 22:06:43 PDT 1999

This is Dudalb. A couple of weeks ago I got an email from my old childhood and teenage sweetheart Steffi, a major figure in my stories.
Steffi is happily married and a mother of two kids, aged 6 and 7. It seems the kids, with the aid of a couple of older girls from next door aged 8 and 10, inducted Steffi into the Tied up Moms society, the first of my old gang to be so honored. Steffi for reasons of her own, which I will respect, does not want to tell the story herself. But she agreed that I could give an account. I sent the following story via email back to
Steffi and she sent it back with some additional details, which improved the story. I then sent Steffi the Revised Version, which she approved. Here ‘s what happened.

One Saturday Steffi’s husband was out golfing and Steffi’s kids were playing with the two girls from next door. All four came in and said they wanted to recreate a bank robbery they had seen on TV the other night with Steffi playing the bank teller. Steffi agreed. She had seen the show also. According to Steffi, the bank teller in the Show was NOT tied and gagged. But the kids’ decided to add their own variations to the scenario....

The kids according to Steffi set up what was an impressive bank set on a card table with monopoly money neatly stacked in the right denominations. And a chair for the bank teller to be sitting at Of course the kids had other used for the chair in mind.
Steffi, who was wearing slacks and a blouse, said at first it went as she thought it would, the kids came in with toy weapons and informed her it was a stick up. Steffi, who was sitting in the chair behind the “bank window.” Dutifully raised her hands.
But then the oldest kid said, “Tie her up!” and Steffi’s seven-year-old son pulled her hands behind the chair and began to tie them together.

dudalb

Tue May 25 22:09:00 PDT 1999

When he was done, Steffi, who after all had a lot of experience as a kid being tied up, felt the ropes and thought she could slip out of them quickly. But then the Ten Year old girl came up and said ”You call that tying someone up” and adjusted the ropes. When she was done Steffi felt the ropes again and this time they were a lot tighter. The Eight-year-old kneeled down and tied her ankles together quite firmly. Then her own kids took a long coil of rope and wrapped it around and around her upper body tying it to the chair. Finally Her five-year-old daughter took a scarf and tied it around Steffi’s mouth. Once again the ten year old adjusted it into a cleave gag. Steffi then decided to give the kids a good show, so she twisted in the ropes and mmmphed loudly for about a minute as the kids stuffed a cloth sack—they had carried the tying materials in it—with the monopoly money and made a getaway upstairs. Steffi then tired to untie herself in earnest and couldn’t. The gag, however she was able to push out of her mouth in a couple of minutes. She then suggested to the kids that the game was over and it was time to untie her. Steffi could see that the kids were watching her from upstairs but pretended not to hear her. Steffi decided not to lose her temper but just sit back and hope the kids got bored, It worked. In about 15 minutes they came down and untied her.
Steffi did not punish the kids but did lecture them on the idea that if someone really did not want to play the game or wanted to quit they should let them. That was the end of the incident

dudalb

Tue May 25 22:11:54 PDT 1999

Steffi freely admits it was incredible after all the games she was involved with as a kid and teenager that she was so gullible. But I guess it’s different when you have kids of your own. Anyway, Steffi is the first one of my old group to play this type of game with her own kids. But with Gina and Mel with kids and Jennifer dropping broad hints we need one of our own she probably won’t be the last.

 dudalb

Wed May 26 13:51:56 1999

DJ : There used to be a pick on one of Bob's archives on his women bondage stories site, but good luck finding it! They'll find Jimmy Hoffa's body and the Zodiak killer before anyone finds that site! However, there're plenty of vidcap sites. You can find Grumpy's Page and Van's Video Vault on Infoseek. If they don't have any picks, e-mail'em and ask. They may find some for ya if you ask reeeeealy nice.
Nice story, Dud.
Notty Professor? Snicker.......well, you get an "A" for originality. I like that. Anyhoo, who wouldn't want Gene Siskel's job?! He got paid big bucks to review flicks, and argue with a fat guy. I can do that easy!
John, go seek professonal help. You might meet Ishmael in the waiting room (hopefully).
Oops....that was an insult.....they're all gonna kill me now...
Hell with it. Like boul movments and the McRib sandwich, I shall return. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Wed May 26 13:47:31 PDT 1999

DJ:

SMG has never been B and/or G that I know of, but you will find some high-quality "simulations" here:
http://members.xoom.com/Jebdel/Buf2.html

Jeb
http://members.xoom.com/Jebdel
jebdel@excite.com

Wed May 26 16:52:43 EDT 1999

<Notty Professor? Snicker.......well, you get an "A" for originality. I like that.
John, go seek professonal help. You might meet Ishmael in the waiting room (hopefully).
Oops....that was an insult.....they're all gonna kill me now... >

<Ishmael, I hate to say it, but your paranoid and crazy. Get a life like me and become JUST crazy.
Stop posting Dandruff. You ain't funny and your named after dead skin cells. Lame-o. >

::coughs:: Does anyone else swear they heard Zorro say that he didn't start flaming? I swear I did, and again, I ask, don't flame on this page, because that's what happens to a great number of webpages on this vast Internet, and I would hate for Canuck's awesome page to be added to the list.

 

Wed May 26 18:16:49 CDT 1999

This is getting very old. This site has nothing to do with Star Wars. The movies are good, but if you want to discuss Star Wars, do it at a Star Wars site.
To the anonomyous poster: No one cares who started any of the "flame wars", so just let it drop. NO ONE CARES.
On a more positive note, the latest set of stories have been really good. My thanks to the authors. Sorry if I vented a little steam, but I just had to.

 Dorren

Wed May 26 18:52:38 Central Daylight Time 1999

SURPRISE (Part 1)

Hi,This is a story going back to when I was 21 and my girl-friend Kerry was 17. We spent a Saturday afternoon at my place and somehow we got talking about whether I could get loose if she tied me up. I told her I could get loose easily. She was reluctant to do it but after enough insults from she said she would do it.

She walked me to a chair in the discussion where she told me to sit. She had me put my hands behind in a cross behind my back.She used lots of rope which she tied very tight. She ran the rope sideways and up and down. I realized a little too late that maybe I wouldn't get loose after all. After she was done with my hands, she tied each of my legs to chair leg.

I asked her if she was done and she said yes as she left the kitchen leaving me there by myself tied to the chair. I was actually able to get my feet loose after just a couple of minutes. So, I stood up and walked to the bedroom where Kerry was to tell her how well I had done already and that I would get my hands free in a few more minutes.

Kerry just laughed and said good luck because I would need it. She left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. I thought nothing of the fact the she closed the door. I was walking around in the bedroom trying to get my hands loose, wiggling and jerking them around but to no avail. She had done a very effective job (She said afterwards that she knew that I wouldn't get loose because of the way that she tied my hands).

After about 5-10 minutes, I sat down on the bed. I thought maybe that would help me. I was getting desperate. After another 10 mintues I had given
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

John

Wed May 26 18:57:18 Central Daylight Time 1999

SURPRISE (PART2)

up. I called Kerry's name so that she would come into the bedroom and untie me. She said she come in a couple of minutes. She was finishing reading a magazine.

As she had tied me fairly tight, my hands had started to hurt a little. So I tried to keep my wrists as close as possible to each other. This made me feel even more submissive.

Well, a couple of minutes quickly became 10 minutes. I was getting a little impatient. After all, it's not much fun having your hands tied behind your back.

So, I called her name again. This time she didn't answer. So, I decided to walk to the door and try to make her untie me. Well, it didn't work the way I had planned. I tried to open the door in spite of having my hands tied behind my back. I couldn't figure out why it wouldn't open. Then I realized that she must have looked the door when she left the bedroom.

I called her name again and again but no answer. I was now afraid that she had left for the day and just had left me there tied up in my bedroom with the door locked. As I was getting a little nervous I was trying again to get my hands free. I tried really hard for another 15 minutes but it was pointless. I now realized that Kerry knew how to tie her knots.

So, I just sat there helpless hoping that she would be back sooner rather than later. To my relief, about 2 hours later I hear a key in the door. The door opens.A couple of minutes later she unties me. Afterwards, she told me that she wanted

John

Wed May 26 19:06:10 Central Daylight Time 1999

SURPRISE (PART 3)

to teach me a lesson. She felt I hadn't treated her well and eventhough she initially hadn't wanted to tie me up she had really enjoyed it. She felt she had been in command (She obviously was) and really enjoyed the power. She felt she had gotten revenge by scaring me by locking the bedroom door and leaving me there tied up and helpess.

John

Wed May 26 21:59:00 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Great story john, got any more?

 Freeza

Thu May 27 16:55:48 EDT 1999

Good story John, though I got a little confused.

Dorren, that was me as the "anonymous poster." I swear I typed my name. And actually, I do care. I go to a school where people constantly make fun of others. I don't appriate coming to this website and seeing someone make fun of another, just because of how they talk or what they use as they're screen name, and I was trying to convey this, though I notice that I did not do it in a good way.

Zorro, just to warn you, I do not want to get in any argument, if you don't appriate my comments, e-mail me, and we'll talk. Just, like I said, I don't want to see you making fun of any others because of they're nickname.

One last thing Dorren,I'm not arguing over who started the old flame wars, I agree, I don't care. I just want Zorro and others to note that I do not want ANY flame wars going on here, and insulting someone is a good way to START a flame war. And that was my point.

Sorry about my comments if anyone does not like them.

 Jeff
JeffHCross@aol.com

I don't know why, but yesterday another childhood bondage memory came back to me and set me thinking about the whole subject again. It happened when I was about 13, and I was kidnapped by a gang of boys, for some reason they tied my hands and led me about, over a playing field and behind an old stone wall. I don't remember why, or anything about the boys, although they weren't strangers. But I remember vividly that they used blue-and-white football scarves (long woollen scarves in British football team colours), one to bind my wrists in front of me and then another tied in between to make a leash, and that it was done quite securely. Right now I can feel the pleasure of it. I didn't struggle or try to escape. But they didn't do anything to me, other than keeping me prisoner, and that not for long. Then I was let loose and allowed to go. So my kidnappers were really pretty gentle.

 Jeanette H
clearland@geocities.com

Thu May 27 18:17:10 Central Daylight Time 1999

Freeza, thanks for your comment.

Jeff, you mentioned the story was a little confusing. Anything I can clarify? It was a true story going back about 15 years so it's possible that in my writing it I may have left out some details by mistake. I realized after I wrote it that by mistake I wrote in the beginning the word "discussion", which instead should have been the word "kitchen".

Thanks,

 John