This month's stories:
Thu May 27 19:18:06 PDT 1999I've been reading these postings and have one of my own. My boyfriend (I'm 43) bound and gagged me, when my kids (13 and 15) came home from school. We had lost track of time, and I was tied up on the floor when they let themselves in. My daughter just kind of looked on, but my 13 year old son was enthralled. Rick (my boyfriend) invited Tony over to watch and help. Tony seemed to enjoy my plight and even pulled on the ropes as I tried to free my hands. I was on my stomach with my hands behind me, and he kept pulling me over on my side. Then, while Rick talked him through it, Tony hogtied me. I protested, but the two guys seemed to really be enjoying themselves. It was a real pain. I pulled and tugged for what seemed like an hour and they just watched. I figured if they got bored, they'd let me go, so I just lay there on the floor. It took a while, but they finally got hungry and figured I'd need to cook. Untying me, they left my wrists and the gag for last. My son had never tied me up like some of the sons in these stories, and he'll never get the chance again. But I also think he liked being my rescuer that evening, saving a damsel in distress. I think he liked being in charge, too.
Kaitlin
Fri May 28 00:39:20 CDT 1999Sorry, Jeff. I was just getting sick of all the "flamings". Looking back at your post and my response, I can see that I overreacted a little. Like I said before, I was basically venting. That's no excuse, though, so I'm sorry.
On a considerably lighter note, I'm glad to see so many stories. Thanks to the posters.Dorren
Fri May 28 17:05:59 EDT 1999John, I'm guessing that while reading your story I just inadvertanly missed a detail or assumed something you hadn't written. I think the main confusion came from the fact that the female in your story had left, and something about a locked door...
Jeff
Fri May 28 16:04:41 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Let’s get back to the stories, here’s the first half of the next chapter with me and Nancy.
I am here with another installment of the adventure I had with Nancy in the mountains. I would enjoy answering any of your questions about the story in the chatroom if you’re lucky enough to catch me there or you can simply post any questions. I will do my best to respond. I am an imperfect writer with an imperfect memory so I could of forgotten something which leaves holes in the continuity of the story.
I’ve made a couple of appearances in the chatroom and stayed briefly I hope to see you guys there again.Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 1
The next day we had a cease fire, partly because it was just so nice outside, and partly because Nancy was planning her next scheme. We hiked a lot, took pictures, just had a general good time. We even went with her parents on there daily trek and soon discovered they were doing it for exercise since we were really tired when we got back. That was also the day that Nancy’s father got the water pipes fixed, which meant we didn’t have to haul it anymore.
I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned how intelligent Nancy was, I am pretty intelligent when it comes to facts and learning but Nancy is truly innovative. This next tie-up is a true testament to her creativity, she not only confused me but she also confused her own parents.
The next day it was raining in the morning and Nancy’s parents had mentioned that they would be going into town to restock the provisions that afternoon. First though they were going to walk to a specific place, some mountain overlook, where they could watch the rain come and go. They left at about mid-morning and said they wouldn’t be back in time for lunch so we would have to fend for ourselves. They left wearing their full rain gear. A heart beat after they left Nancy said, “Ok, are you ready to get what’s coming to you?”Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Fri May 28 16:13:21 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 2
“All right, I don’t mind being tied up but are you going to embarrass me in front of your parents again?”
“If everything goes right you won’t be embarrassed, but I don’t make any promises, I didn’t give in the other day at the tree remember.”
“Yeah you are a stubborn one.” I laughed.
“Well we’ll see how stubborn you are.” she laughed back. “Go change into that swimsuit you were wearing the first time.”
When I returned she tied my hands in front of me with a scarf and then pulled my arms above me with another rope just like she did the last time. “Oh great, not this again,” I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice.
“Don’t worry you won’t stay like this for long, just until I get you ready, now open wide.” I opened my mouth, resigned to my fate, as she filled it with wet cloth. “Mom told me that if you wet down the cloth before gagging it is more effective because there is no air in the material, I’m surprised I didn’t mention it to you, she told me before this trip.” She was definitely right because there was very little give in the wad in my mouth. She then wrapped an ace bandage around and around my mouth until the entire lower half of my face was covered. I thought it was more overkill on the gag until later when I realized her plan. Next I assumed she would blind fold me but instead she pulled out some white shiny tights and said, “Are you going to struggle or make this easy on yourself?”
Of course, to save face I had to struggle but her tickling soon stopped me. Once the tights were in place she tied my legs together with rope at both my knees and ankles. Then she went and got a large hang up bag. When she opened it my eyes must have gotten larger as I stared at what appeared to be yards and yards of satin material.Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Fri May 28 16:14:20 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 3
I made a mental note to ask how she got all these clothes to this cabin. I was beginning to wonder if she had more support from her Mom than she led me to believe. First the tips about the gag, and now a very bulky bag that had to be transported here..
“This is a dress I wore to a Halloween party once. I went as Cinderella. I hated this outfit with a passion because it was so hard to move around in. Lucky for you, moving around really isn’t an issue.” The dress was a light shiny blue color with wide skirts and what appeared to be a tight waist. It also had a short sleeves with a bit of puffiness to them. The bodice was not too low cut with extra material to highlight the bustline. I hated it immediately. “Lift your legs,” she ordered. My legs were still tied so it would be hard for her to lift them without me pulling with my arms, so I shook my head no, hoping that I would discourage her. She simply began to tickle me some more until I gave in and lifted my legs. She slid the voluminous underskirts up my legs and then released my hands from above me. “Now don’t go hopping around you’ll just make it harder on yourself as she began to place the large gown over the top of my head. Once it had settled around me Nancy attempted to zip it into place, but the waist of the dress was too small and I smiled to myself which of course was hidden beneath the gag..
“Drat, the dress is too small, now what will we do,” Nancy complained.
I think she saw the smile in my eyes because she than said, “Oh, don’t you worry you’ll be wearing this dress if I have to tie you into it.” She then handcuffed my hands behind my back and left the room, with me standing there in a half zipped princess costume.Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Fri May 28 16:15:21 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 4
She returned with another white satin pile of cloth in her hands which she discarded on the floor beside me and began to remove the dress. She then retied my hands above me after removing the handcuffs. Once that was done she left the underskirt on me and grabbed the bundle of cloth behind me. I noticed that it had laces running through it and audibly groaned once she had fastened the corset around my waist.
“This ought to slim you down enough to fit into that dress, plus the small half cups will give you a bit of a bust to complete the illusion,” she laughed.
The lacing was not as bad as it could of been but it still kept my back rigid and my waist a bit smaller. She then tried the dress again which easily zipped up the back this time. She didn’t even bother to re-handcuff my hands after releasing me from above, that corset was it’s own kind of restriction. She then put long white gloves on my arms which were part of the outfit. and then told me to put my hands behind my back and grab my elbows, which wasn’t difficult with my back so rigid. She took rope and lashed them up so that I couldn’t pull them away from my elbows. She then grabbed a pillow and told me to kneel down on it. Kneeling was difficult with a rigid back and my knees and ankles tied together. The best I finally managed was a controlled fall with Nancy’s help. Once I was kneeling on the pillow the dress was no longer too short on me but settled all about me completely obscuring my legs. Nancy then took another piece of rope and tied it to my bound arms and then secured it to the loft ledge above me so I was unable to shuffle around or move off the pillow. With another long piece of rope she raised the dress and tied my ankles to my thighs putting a great deal of pressure on the ropes which held my knees together. Luckily she noticed this and loosened the cinching rope a bit. I was now unable to move from the position she had placed meEx-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Fri May 28 16:16:16 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 5
After all the work she had done, she then placed the sleeping blindfold over my eyes. “I’ll be right back,” she said. When she returned she tugged something onto my head. I couldn’t figure out what it was and then she began wrapping more bandage around and around my eyes. When I shook my head I realized that I was wearing some kind of wig because I could feel the strands on my shoulders. She had wrapped the bandages or something over my ears as well because even the sounds were muffled.
“Prepare to be surprised,” she said, “Mom and Dad will probably stop by to drop off their wet clothes before going into town.” I groaned but could do absolutely nothing about it. “See ya,” were her last words.
I spent what must have been 20 - 40 minutes, it is hard to judge time while blindfolded, when I heard footsteps in the house.
“Well isn’t that interesting, I assumed you two would take turns tying each other up and how did he know that you hate that costume?” Mrs. Mason said.
I was confused, didn’t she realize that we were taking turns, that it was my turn?
“Well, tell me if he doesn’t release you soon so that you can get some lunch, have a good time, Nancy, See ya.” She said as the door shut behind her.
Then it hit me, Nancy put a long brown hair wig on me which closely resembled her own hair color. She then had obscured my facial features with the bandage wrappings and hidden my greater height by having me kneel on the pillow, the gown and gloves covered the rest, The question was how would I convince her Mom that it was really me and not Nancy. Then I heard Nancy laughing.
“Wow, that worked great, she thought that you were me. You don’t go anywhere while I make us some sandwiches, then we have some bargaining to do,” she said as she walked towards the refrigerator.Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Fri May 28 16:16:58 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 6
After a bit she returned, “Ok, now if you want me to explain things to my Mom so there is no problem with the order of the ties you’ll have to promise a couple of things.” I immediately began shaking my head, I didn’t want to make any promises.
“Listen, if you don’t she may assume that it is my turn to tie you again, I know she was fooled.” I was still shaking my head.
“Well, than I guess it will just be your turn to be tied next time, since I have already been tied in my Mom’s eyes.” I was hoping that I would be able to convince Mrs. Mason that it truly was me tied up instead of her. It would force Nancy to lie to her Mom and I was sure she wouldn’t do that.
“Listen, all you have to do is promise not to get me muddy and dirty again, I hated that,” she had an imploring tone to her voice so I guess she realized she couldn’t carry out her plan. I continued to shake my head. “Fine then, you can stay that way until I finish my lunch,” she said pouting. I remained that way for about another 30 to 45 minutes. She then began to release me of course waiting till last to free my arms and then making me remove the rest of the costume she had forced me into. When I was finally dressed in normal clothes and all the supplies had been put away I was able to eat my lunch. While I was eating Nancy asked, “How do you plan to convince my Mom that it was you tied and not me?”
“Oh, I don’t know, just tell her the truth and then take it from there,” I said. “What are you going to do if she asks you about it?”
“I hope she doesn’t, but you called my bluff, I couldn’t directly lie to Mom,” Nancy conceded.
“We’ll see what she does, but I have to admit, that was a creative thing to do,” I said. “It will be difficult to match that. By the way how did you get all those clothes here, that’s a lot of extra space?”Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Fri May 28 16:17:34 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 7
“Well Mom didn’t object when I asked, she said we had plenty of space.”
“Did you plan this before we got here?” I asked.
“Oh partially, I just brought a lot of stuff that I thought I would want. I knew that Mom and Dad went on long walks while they were here so we would have time to do things together and I enjoy this game,” Nancy explained.
“Yeah, me too.”
We spent the remainder of the afternoon doing fun stuff until her Mom and Dad arrived.The first thing her Mom asked when she came in after saying “Hi” and “How was your day” type stuff was, “How did you convince Nancy to get tied twice in a row like that.”
I tried to respond intelligently, “What exactly did you see when you walked in?”
“Uh, well, I saw Nancy tied up in that old Cinderella costume she has. Why?” Mrs. Mason responded.
I decided to cut to the chase, “That wasn’t Nancy, Mrs. Mason, that was me in Nancy’s clothes and a wig.”
“Oh, is that true Nancy?” Mrs. Mason asked.
“Yes,” she said with a grumpy look, “I was hoping that I could convince him to promise me some things in our future games. He is just as stubborn as I am, and he didn’t give in.”
“Well, you have my congratulations on your creativity, Nancy,” she said. “And you,” pointing at me, “are going to be hard pressed to match that.”
“Well, I was thinking that I may not even try, instead I might just attempt to de-escalate this game a bit.” I explained, “or I might not.”
Both Nancy and her Mom rolled their eyes at my evasiveness and we all shared a laugh.I get Nancy back in the next half to be posted after this 3 day weekend.
I sure would like to see more stories posted than comments about unrelated topics. Questions are ok as long as they are about the stories. That’s my opinion anyway.Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
More memories. I was thinking about them last night, but went off the computer. When I was alone, I used to play at tying myself up. I started when I was 11 or 12, with two big red handkerchiefs. I folded one into a strip and tied it over my mouth. Then I folded the other, tied it in a loop, put my hands behind me and into the loop, and then twisted them together till the loop felt tight. Then I sat on my bed - which for some reason had two mattresses on, so I felt very elevated - and pretended that I couldn't get free. I think the idea was that I 'knew too much' and had been silenced.A couple of years later I began to find ways of tying myself more effectively. I settled on one main method, which was to use long socks or woollen stockings to make a kind of 'handcuffs'. I did this by tying a loop first round one wrist, with the knot on the inner side of the wrist, and two long ends left; then by making a second loop round the other wrist and knotting it on the outer side. With practice I found I could do it quite securely without even using my teeth. I think I could have (and still could) even tie my own hands tightly behind my back, with long enough stockings and enough effort. But I've never put that to the test, for reasons which will become clear.
Jeanette H
clearland@geocities.com
At home there was nearly always a 'houseful'. It was only a small place, and there was me, my brother, my mother and my dad. My sister, who was several years older than me, had gone away to university, so I had a room to myself, and nobody would actually come in without permission, not even Mum. But you couldn't make any kind of unusual noise without it probably being overheard, and more than once I hastily got myself untied while 'Jeanette! Jeanette!' was being called up the stairs with mounting impatience. But on school mornings Mum and Dad would be gone to work, and J (my brother), who went to a different school from me, would leave before I did. I had a little interval with the place to myself. And one morning, when I was 14 or 15 - I don't remember any special reason why that morning - as soon as I was left alone I simply had to tie myself up.I went up to my room. I took off my school skirt and got half a dozen pairs of socks. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I used two pairs of socks to tie my ankles. Then I put my hands under my knees and tied them together. I'd found that though the 'sock handcuff' was secure, it wasn't too hard to escape from with a few minutes' pulling. It could be made harder by doubling it, that is, using a second sock to make another pair of cuffs under the first. That day I used up four socks on my wrists.
All the while I knew I was doing something extremely foolish. But I kept telling myself 'It's not too late, you can still undo this'. I told myself that even while I stood up and pulled my hands backwards, up past my thighs and round my bum. I can't describe the sensation I felt once my hands were up behind my back. I imagine it was something like what people feel when they take a bungee jump. My wrists were bound solidly about three inches down from the hands. My ankles were tied tight. Still standing, I hopped across my room, from the bed to the dressing-table, and back again. Then I fell on to my bed and started struggling. I really didn't know if I was going to be able t
Jeanette H
clearland@geocities.com
(My apologies...)I really didn't know if I was going to be able to get loose, or what I could possibly have said if I was found like that. (It would also have been about three hours before anyone found me, when J came home for dinner.) I was on the verge of panic. But I was also tremendously excited.
In the end I wrenched my wrists free. The skin was bright red where the socks had been. I don't remember whether or not I was late for school.
Jeanette H
clearland@geocities.com
Sat May 29 16:28:31 UTC+0200 1999PH,
your e-mail adress seems to be wrong. Could you send an e-mail to me so I can get a right one?
I apologize for this personal message.Nick II
n_renard@hotmail.com
Sat May 29 12:16:00 Central Daylight Time 1999Jeff,
Thanks for your comment. What happened was that she had left the bedroom, closed the bedroom door and very quietly locked it. I didn't realize that she had locked the door until I tried to open it about 20 minutes later.
By the way, one thing we both learned from this experience was that she really enjoyed tieing me up. She thought of it as kind of punishment for me. I didn't necessarily enjoy being tied up but I liked the challenge of trying to get loose and thus "win". I obviously lost this "match".
Because of this favorable experience for both of us, we tried it one more time a few weeks later (I may write about it later). And the reason we only tried it one more time was that we broke up a few months later.
John
Sat May 29 13:50:05 1999I have taken TRUEFAN's advice and put a closure
message at my old site.Please, no more e-mail telling me what an asshole
I am for posting/not posting here.Everything I posted here was on topic, ignored but
on topic.If some of you didn't like the totally unrelated
work I did on my OWN SITE, after I deleted my
stories, AND AFTER I POSTED HERE AND TOLD EVERYONE
THAT IT WAS SHUT DOWN,go seek professional help and counseling!!!!!
I am still looking forward to seeing more stories
of adult women getting the treatment from kids or
teenagers.
Janine’s in Trouble.
One day after a track meet, I went over Janine, my girlfriend’s house, who also ran track. Janine was a pretty well built girl that won most of her sprint races. Her thighs were just right and full of muscles and I use to tease her about that all the time. We were pretty bored that day with nothing at all to do. I was a freshman in High School and she was a Sophmore. I don’t know exactly the chain of events but eventually we came up with a “secret spy” game and Janine and I were spies for different organizations. The purpose of the game was to get information out of the other spy. She could do anything to seduce me into telling her information and I could do anything to get information out of her.Ward
Cont.
Janine started to try and get information out of me by kissing and touching me. Well, that would have worked except I knew her real intentions. However, I allowed that to continue for a few minutes and then I carried out my plan. I pushed her on the ground and took the nylon rope from my back pocket. Janine was still clad in the track uniform, a speedo bottom and a sports bra. I tied her wrists and elbows behind her making her sports bra look fuller. Then I proceded to tie her thighs and ankles together. I removed her shoes and socks and shoved one sock into her mouth. The other sock, I used to tie sround her head securing the first gag. This was beginning to be fun now. I know we were suppose to get information out of the other but keeping her gagged looked more fun.Ward
Cont.
I dragged her over the the kitchen table which was downstairs and placed her on her stomach half-way on the table. I tied her two legs to the table legs so that she was bent over on the table. Then I took her arms and attached a rope to one of the roof beams in the basement. That left her butt exposed and her shape showed nicely through the speedo bottom. Well I took out the gag then and teased her about her butt and stuff. You should have seen how red her face was but she kindly submitted to the punishment. I gave her five paddles on her but with the ping-pong paddle and also pulled the speedo higher so it gave her a big wedgie.Ward
Cont.
She knew I knew that her parents were out of town for the weekend and that she wouldn’t get free until they returned. I knew payback was comming but I didn’t care. This was much too fun to be worried about the future. Payback's a bitch anyways.Ward
Sat May 29 18:35:57 EDT 1999This story really isn't on topic at all, I won't mind its deletion, but it is the bondage experience I can remember with any kind of clarity at the moment, and it does involve a child.
I was playing with my wife late one night once into early morning, and I left the bedroom briefly to go into into the bathroom. When I came back, there was our 9 year old daughter staring at my completely tied-up wife; her eyes as big as saucers, and all my little one asked was if I was going to tie her up too.
I just said, weakly, "Maybe later."
She said, "Ok", gave her mom and me hugs and I put her back in bed.
For the record I did not her tie her up later that day, nor any other.
Also for the record, everything I know about writing came from a course I had to take in technical writing. State just the facts, and make your point briefly.
Sat May 29 22:43:15 EDT 1999The Place I Shouldn't have gone
It all happened when i was twelve. It was a Friday night and I was trying to make plans with my friends. All of a sudden I got a phone call. It was from these two girls from my school, Faryl and Melissa. They told me to go to Faryl's house later that night. So i decided to go. When I got to Faryl's house they were looking at me and laughing. They told me to go into Faryl's room because they wanted to watch a movie. We were watching for a little bit and i had to go to the bathroom. Well i saw them look at eachother as i started walking. Right before i was going to open the door Melissa grabbed my ankle and made me fall down.I was on my back and Melissa held my arms then Faryl walked over with a roll of duck tape. So while Melissa held my arms Faryl taped me up. Then to make sure I didn't escape Faryl held me down and Melissa taped me up. I started telling them to untie me but Melissa said no and put duck tape over my mouth. I tried squerming but it didn't do much, but then They lifted me up to my feet , sat me down in a chair and Faryl tied me to a chair. They both slapped eachother high five and laughed. They left me in the room while they went to get a snack. When they came back they said let's put makeup on him. They were about to put eyeshadow on me when we heard faryl's mom calling for faryl, so they quickly put there stuff away and they stood in front of me. I thought it would be my break when her mom came in. She looked at the girls and asked them what they were doing they said nothing. Then her mom walked over looked at me. She asked the girls if they did that they said yes she said nice job and then her mom left. After that they taunted me by rubbing it in my face that they tied me up and tickled me. Then Faryl said lets leave him outside. ( it was winter) They took the tape off the chair and walked me outside and shut the door on me. Luckily she had ornaments on her lawn. I put my back to it and starting rubbing against it and i broke ouAnonymous
rukex@netscape.com
Sun May 30 21:16:07 GMT-0700 (Pacific Daylight Time) 1999I'm Kyle from Cebu city, the Philippines. I'm 15 years old and a high school junior. I have a girlfriend and her name is Jacky(14) and she lives with me and my family for her parents are working abroad. We've been together for a month now. Yesterday I was left alone in the house because my parents are in our mango orchard to manage it, my sisters are at work, my brother's out of town, and Jacky went out for the school. So I sat in front of the PC and surf the internet. after an hour she arrived. She kissed my lips and asked "(excited) Hey sweet, do we have some ropes and some duct tape?" I answered "Yeah sweet, they're in the storeage room... why?" she said "I'll tell you later..." So I continued surfing. I noticed her pass by and then she told me "Can you go to the room in 20 minutes?" I answered "Yeah alright..." I set my watch to alarm exactly after 20 minutes and continued surfing. My watch alarmed exactly 20 minutes after setting it then I went to the room. When I opened the door, I found nothing but a sign saying "bed in a drawer" So I followed the sign. I went for the bed and opened the 2nd bed under it and there I found Jacky Duct tapegagged and hogtied. I laughed and said "Where did you learn how to do that?" then I picked her up and layed her on the bed and ungagged her. She said "(laughing) The internet in the school library... And you can tie me up anytime you like!" Then I released her. Then I said "The next time you're gonna do this, call me!" Then I taped her mouth and told her "Never remove that tape off your mouth until I say so... Because you look good with it.(laugh)" She laughed as well. Then I told her "Why don't you show me the tapegag-bondage site where you learned stuff like this so I can learn more techniques on how to tie you up" Then both of us laughed.
More to come...
K Y L E
ck_polancos@hotmail.com
Sun May 30 15:09:14 1999"I'm creepy! I'm cooky! I'm altogether spooky!" And I'm back, the poster you love to hate! I have a short lil' tale for you people. But first, one statement....yeah, I may have started dissin' Dandruff and Ishmael, but didn't they annoy you people?? Ish just has problems (no pun intended), but Dandruff was the Jar Jar Binks of this site! But, on to business..
Zorro
Sun May 30 15:16:07 1999A WALK IN THE PARK (pt1 of 1)
It was yesterday (a 90 frickin' degree Saturday) and I was walking through a local park, just drifting around, killing time. I was finishing a cup of coffe I'd just bought.
Yes, I know that I'm still a teenager, but I like coffe sometimes. And just for the record, because some moron would ask, I like my coffe like a REAL man, black. Want sugar? Get a soda. Want cream? Squeeze a cow.
Anyway, I was pasing by these four boys wearing t-shirts and shorts, all probably under 12. They were dragging this girl of similar age to a flagpole, hooting excitedly. One kid had rope, and two others had super-soakers, so I saw where this was going.
Last rant, promise. I hate super-soakers. They cost a gajillian bucks and they just make better ones each summer, making the one you bought last year for 30 bucks worthless. I stick with water balloons, and I can out soak any punk anytime. Bite me.
Back to the story. They tied her hands behind the pole, and wrapped the rope around her body. It was long; like 100 feet! They them drenched her for a half hour, as she screamed. Finally, I was bored, so I said that they couldn't soak me because I wasn't tied up. They dared me, so I got out my water balloons, and sent'em cryin' to mommy 2 hours later.
I untied the girl, and I was thanked by her older, and very good looking sister.
THE END.
I'm done. Like the Terminater, "Ah'll be back."
'Ciao.Zorro
Sun May 30 15:44:02 PDT 1999Reading these entries, I see that some of you have stories of tying up your Moms. My 14 year old has tried to trick, cajole, and beg me into letting him tie me up. Does anyone think that's strange? What would you do (moms only please)?
Marie
Sun May 30 22:25:01 Pacific Daylight Time 1999this friday I'm going camping with a few buddies of mine and tie up games tend to happen when we get together (i usually win) any fun torture ideas I can do to the poor victims , I'll give the full story bext Monday so stay tuned and make sure to give me some ideas
funster
Mon May 31 05:13:28 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999"ex-leech" although I don't share your taste
in dress code, compliments on a good story-line!!"ward" it was a bit hard to follow you from upstairs down to the table downstairs...
"Ron/Idron" =State just the facts, and make your point briefly. = ?
"Zorro" A good one for a change!
Sun May 30 20:38:32 PDT 1999Marie, I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not. My son, Brian, asked the same thing, and I finally gave in. He seemed to enjoy it...a lot. We had agreed he'd untie me within 10 minutes. I think it was a long 10 minutes. He used plain cotton rope and a panyhose gag. I dressed "comfortably" in jeans and a blouse, but it was still a little disconcerting when he tied me to a kitchen chair. Don't count on being able to be Houdini, either; he tied me plenty tight. I pulled pretty hard but couldn't budge the ropes. Fortunately, I had worn long sleeves or my arms would have looked terrible.
Lorraine
Sun May 30 23:42:54 EDT 1999Ever since the open heart surgery, I've been kind of operating on automatic, for lack of a better term for it. All I'm trying to say is Dammit, I'm a machinist, not a novelist.
Ive read and read my own stories stories about Rick and Sharon, and my cousins, but I can't seem to jog any more memories loose, this does not worry me as much as I have lost the entire month of my life before I went in the hospital. They told me I died twice in there, maybe they never brought me completely back.
Whatever the reason, I Think I've written my last story for some time.
Thank you
Sun May 30 22:32:58 PDT 1999Lorraine, thanks for answering. I wasn't sure if it was normal for him to want to do that. I also think there's less chance of him getting into trouble if he ties me instead of his girlfriend.
Marie
Mon May 31 17:01:14 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Ron,
I'm so sorry to hear that. I truly (and I know the others I meet in the chat will agree) hope that you will get better very soon.
And I thought I had problems! BTW, just so you know, "G" and I are still together. Long distance relationships are pure hell.
Having said that, wishing you very warmest regards and best wishes for a speedy recovery and the future,
Mason
mason
Mon May 31 06:49:59 1999Hi all...it has been a while since I have posted anything. I wanted to respond to Marie about your sone tying you up. My son and a friend of his have tied me up a few times over the past two years. I must say I have allowed it mostly at my husbands encouragement. The last time was a few weeks ago, in mid May. My husband gets me a little tipsy most Saturday afternoons with a couple glasses of wine. This Saturday when they asked he convinced me to go ahead, "what could happen, I'll be right here," he said. He stays around and keeps an eye on things...it always ends in a very fun evening for both he and I later on.
This last time I was wearing gym shorts, tshirt, and tennis shoes. My son 10 (almost 11) was sent downstairs to find weapons and I was left gagged and tied on his bed with Chad. My hands crossed and tied together to the headboard and my feet crossed at the ankle and tied together to the footboard. They had tried a number of things to gag me and finally settled on a plastic, practice golf ball from my husband (he can be so generous) wrapped in a scarf of mine that he also supplied. I was a little concerned being left alone with my sons friend who is approaching 13. He (the friend) may have been a little friendlier than he should have but my son wasn't gone that long. Of course my husband and protector was in the living room watching some golf game. After another 30 minutes or so I was turned back over to my husband still bound and gagged so we could go to the pool. The lasting effects are for me and my husband. We talk about it and (and possible variations) have some great sex for months afterwards.
By the way Lorraine is right don't plan on being able to escape. At this age they can tie you up pretty good. Of course my husband did offer them some suggestions on how to tie me and what knowts to use...lol.
Valerie
Valgal969@aol.com
Mon May 31 08:28:12 PDT 1999Valerie,
Thank you for posting your entry. It sounds like yours was a good experience. I am also concerned, but I don't plan on allowing my son any visitors if he ties me up. Are there any other precautions I should take ?Marie
Mon May 31 14:40:03 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Marie,
Just let us know how it turned out.Warmachine
warmachine11@hotmail.com
Mon May 31 12:09:48 PDT 1999Marie: As the guy who may have popularised the Kids tying up their Mom genre a Couple of precautions (some of which are good for anybody playing these games regardless of specifics)
Dress comfortably. A long sleeved shirt might be advisable.
Set the ground rules with you son is, how long you are to remain tied, etc.If you set the ruels at the beginning, very few kids will violate them knowing that punishment will follow.
Find out how he intends to gag you. If he is using tape insist on seeing the tape first.Some kind of tapes come off easily, other can hurt. In any case apply some cold cream around your mouth right before becoming you kid's captive. This makes removing the tape a lot easier. (I understand this is standard in TV and other mediums when a actress is going to be taped gagged.
when your kid is done, don't panic! He does not mean to hurt you , just to have a little fun and probably find out what it is like to be in charge for a while.
I agree that you should accept that you will be very firmly bound. By nine of ten most kids can tie a person up very well indeed. Don't plan on being able to escape unless you are willing to put of a major physical effort vis a vis my Mom in the two stories I have posted.
i agree with your caution about having your son's pal present when he ties you up. It is very common for kids to have a crush on a friend's mom and this could be a touchy situation.
Plase what us know what happens.dudalb
Mon May 31 14:06:23 PDT 1999Dubalb and Warmachine,
Thanks for the interest. Dub, thanks for the advice. I haven't decided yet, though I think precautions are in order. Admittedly, I played tie up games as a kid and when I baby sat, my little charglings tied, though unsuccessfully. In college, I got tied up as a dorm prank a couple of times. I'm just wondering what my son's interest is, and why?
Marie
Mon May 31 17:01:36 EDT 1999Hey Zorro, good story, that's the kind of thing that always intrests me, as I have frequently been a participant in boy-girl wars (unfortunatly, no tying was allowed at school). About Ish and them, true, they were a little annoying, but I find that people leave you alone quicker if you ignore them (yes, it actually does work!). But your process seems to have worked too.
Marie, even though I am a child, I can't really understand the want to tie up a mother. I do understand the shift of power, though apparently I am past that age, because I've never thought of anything like that. I though agree that it's much more likely that your son will stay out of trouble if he ties you up instead of his girlfriend. The only problem there is that after he ties you up, he might feel the need to tie up his girlfriend EVEN MORE. So keep an eye peeled.
Jeff
Tue Jun 01 01:20:39 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999A comment to Ron:
In my earlier posting I put a "? after one of Your statements. I did not mean to offend You, just to get a clarification of Your statement. I did not know of Your situation, I am sorry.
As for the length of stories and how much some people embellish them, there have been an interesting discussion. I know that some of us
(myself included) like to give a thorough background to a story. For some others, going through part one to five before any tying is actually performed, is boring.As always, taste is different, and I think a site like this gains by having stories of different kind. Speaking for myself, I like a story where the characters and settings are described so that you can get a good impression of what the participants and surroundings looked like.
If a character in a story is well described, it's easier to enjoy reading about what he/she did.
My feelings about this does not however, say that stories of another "style" are not appreciated. I think anyone who wants to participate to this excellent site with a story should do so, regardless of "writing-style", as long as the story meets Canuck's guidelines.
Mon May 31 20:48:52 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Marie,
If you don't mind my comment; it would be hard to tell what your son's interest is without knowing him, but have you discussed this request with your husband? Perhaps he could act as a 'referee', as in Valerie's case..?
Alaric
Tue Jun 01 14:41:59 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Very well put, PH
I agree 100%
mason
Tue Jun 01 01:09:53 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Hello, I was originally going to wait until the weekend to post this, but I've got some unexpected free time now, so here we go:
Tue Jun 01 01:14:52 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(1 of 9)
So far, my bondage game stories took place during my annual visits with my cousins and their friends at my Aunt Jean's house. But all good things must come to an end (if only for a while). Although I stayed at my Aunt Jean's for three weeks during the summer of 1976, before I knew it, time sped by and I had to return home. After I got back, I was still flush with memories of getting "captured" by the girls in our unofficial "Bondage Club". As I wrote down my latest adventures in my journal at home, I figured that, despite the fact that I would be seeing them on and off throughout the year (thanks to holidays and the occasional get-together) it probably wouldn't be until the following summer that I would play tie up games again. Of course, I couldn't have been more wrong....
Carol, one of my mother's best friends, lived right across the street from us. She had a daughter, who we'll call Lynn, and a toddler who we'll call Patrick. I inadvertantly introduced my mother to Carol when I was seven. I had forgotten my keys, and my mother was having some problems of her own that day and had been unable to get home before I did. Carol saw me sitting dejectedly outside of my own house and took pity on me by inviting me into her home. When my mother, out of her mind with worry about me, finally came home and saw me safe and sound, a neighborly aquaintace instantly turned into a lifelong friendship bewteen her and Carol.
However, it wasn't exactly love at first sight between Lynn and me. She was a year younger than me, and while we were civil to each other, I always saw her as a replusive little troll who should be avoided at all costs (and she made it clear that she felt the same way about me).
Tue Jun 01 01:19:49 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(2 of 9)
However, as we got older, our relationship changed and we slowly became friends. If nothing else, hanging out over the course of two summers with my cousins Donna and Shirley, and their friends Becca and Karen, made me realize that girls were kinda nice!
So when Carol brought Lynn and Patrick over to our house for a visit one day, I didn't mind. It helped soothe the pain of missing the gang at my Aunt Jean's. As soon as little Patrick saw me, he let out an excited screech, then toddled over and hugged my knees.
Lynn's welcome was more subdued; she merely gave me a quick wave of her hand. Clad in a light summer dress, she wore sandals--which she promptly removed once she entered our house. Her sandy brown hair came down past her shoulders, and she had a constant habit of flicking it out of her face with her hand.
I took Patrick up to my room for his customary viewing of my monster model kit collection--which he's seen a hundred times already, but had never grown tired of seeing again. While he told me who the monsters were (even getting some of them right), he inadvertantly knocked over some boxes containing some unbuilt kits. No harm done.
But Lynn started to jokingly insult the little guy, calling him a little dummy, amoung other things. While I knew she didn't really mean it, Patrick appeared mortified. So I lightly said, "You better leave my little buddy alone, or else..."
Lynn merely put her hands on her hips in a sassy manner and said, "Or else what? What are YOU gonna do about it?"Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:23:38 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(3 of 9)
I must confess that since I started playing bondage games with the "Bondage Club", the thought of tying Lynn up had occured to me from time to time. But I never had the nerve...until now.
"I'll tie you up and gag you," I threatened her. And Lynn did what I hoped she'd do: She called my bluff. "I'd like to see you try!" she taunted me.
"All right, fine," I replied. We left Patrick with our mothers in the kitchen and went outside. My father has a small workshop that is separate from the rest of the garage. Shirley and I had been tied up by Donna in here just a few months ago (see my 'SEAL'story in the June-Part One 1998 archives), so I figured this would be the best place to tie up Lynn.
I pulled out a stool and told her to have a seat. The stool was pretty tall; when Lyn sat on it, her toes dangled about an inch or two off the floor. "I get to tie you up right after, ok?" Lynn blurted out. "You can't tie me unless you agree!"
I tried to act annoyed, when in fact I was inwardly leaping for joy at how this day was turning out. "Oh, all right," I said with my best exasperated sigh.
I got a managable length of rope and used it to bind her wrists together behind her back. Then, after getting a shorter length, I wound this vertically between her wrists and over the original bond. I then tied the slack from this second piece of rope to one of the stool's legs, thus securing her bound hands to the stool.Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:27:37 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(4 of 9)
I walked around and bent down to bind her feet. I thought about binding her feet separately to the stool's legs--but, feeling that would take too much time and trouble, I decided to simply tie her ankles together. After this was done, I glanced up and noticed that Lynn was already trying to escape her bonds, yet I could tell from the wide-eyed look on her face that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
I took a seat on a empty section of my father's workbench and casually watched Lynn twist and writhe around on top of the stool. She put on quite a show, but after several minutes of struggling, my knots still held her firmly in place.
Finally, with an exhausted exhale of breath, Lynn glanced over at me and muttered something under her breath.
I jumped off the workbench and went over to her. "Excuse me?" I asked, even though I knew full well what she said. "What did you say?"
"I said, untie me," Lynn growled through gritted teeth. Her long hair had come loose from behind her ear and now hung over half of her face, giving her the look of a wild-woman.
"Oh, ok," I said, smiling. I quickly removed the ropes from her wrists and ankles.
"Now it's your turn," Lynn announced with a satisfied smile. "Get on the stool."
When I did what she said, Lynn then proceeded to bind me in exactly the same way I tied her up. My hands were tied together at the wrists behind my back, then secured to the stool's leg with a second strand of rope. Then my ankles were bound together. I noticed that she even used the exact same rope for my wrists and ankles that I'd used on her.
When she was finished tying me up, Lynn stood back and regarded me with a haughty air. "There! How'd you like that?!"Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:31:39 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(5 of 9)
"Just fine," I replied with a smile. The fact of the matter was, Lynn couldn't tie a knot if her life depended on it. Even as she tied off the knot binding my wrists together, I could feel the ropes already growing so slack I could easily wiggle my hands free.
And when she secured my bound hands to the stool's leg, instead of wrapping the secondary rope vertically over the original bond, Lynn merely tied a knot--and not a very tight knot at that--to only one side of the rope which bound my wrists.
"Well, I think I'll leave now," Lynn said, as she backed away from me with a broad grin on her face. "Hope you have fun, Doug...."
"I will," I replied. I pulled my hands free and waved at her. "Bye!"
The whole thing was really worth it just to see Lynn's smug smile vanish as her jaw dropped open in shock. It was now my turn to act smug as I bent over and casually untied my ankles.
Lynn accused me of cutting myself free with a knife from the back pocket of my jeans, but I showed her the ropes she used to bind my wrists, and they were clearly uncut.
She still cried foul, and wanted a rematch--which was fine by me, but my mother called us in for lunch. I offered to let Lynn tie me up again, but only if I got to bind her a second time, as well. She agreed, looking thoughtful, as if already planning her strategy.Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:36:43 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(6 of 9)
Jump ahead about a week, when my parents and I joined Carol's family for a camping trip in the woods. It was still August, but the time left until re-imprisonment in school could now be counted in days, instead of weeks. We were spending the weekend sleeping under the stars in two tents, one for each family.
Everbody rose early that Saturday morning--everybody but me, that was. I was never a morning person (still the same now), and my parents let me sleep in while they hung out with Carol and her family. I awoke when somebody stepped into the tent. But instead of one of my parents, I saw Lynn standing over me. She was barefoot, clad in jeans and a t-shirt--and she held out a bundle of rope in her hand.
"You're gonna tie me up now?" I moaned, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
She nodded excitedly. "Roll over," she whispered, "hands behind your back."
I briefly thought about it. Although I could hear the casual conversation between our parents outside, the picnic table where they sat was still pretty far away, and it wasn't facing the front of our tent.
Figuring I would easily escape from Lynn's knots like I did the first time she bound me, I rolled over on my stomach in my sleeping bag and put my hands behind my back. I was clad in a pair of cotton shorts and a cut-off T-shirt which exposed my midriff (this was a compromise with my mother, who wanted me to wear a shirt--which I objected to, because it would been too warm in the sleeping bag; so I wore this cut-off shirt).Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:41:34 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(7 of 9)
Lynn bent down and proceeded to bind my wrists together behind my back with a strand of rope. She wrapped the rope around about four times, then knotted it off as tightly as she could. However, her binding skills hadn't improved since our last game, and I could once again feel the ropes grow slack even as Lynn tied me.
Satisfied that my hands were securely tied (and I gave her no reason to think they weren't), Lynn unzipped my sleeping bag and bound my bare feet together at the ankles.
Once finished, Lynn zipped me back up in my bag, and said, "Have a good sleep, Doug!" She then exited the tent with an excited giggle.
I laid there, savoring the moment. It was easy for me to imagine that I was some kind of youthful adventurer (like Jonny Quest) who was abducted and tied up in a tent by the bad guys. I tried hard to ignore the cheerful conversation outside. When that didn't work, I merely imagined that they were my abductors, going over their plot for world conquest.
This was shattered when I heard Patrick, nudged on my the adults, calling my name. Without further ado, I pulled my hands free of Lynn's bonds, then unzipped the bag and untied my ankles. I got up and joined everybody out by the picnic table. Lynn glared at me from the opposite end, and I merely smiled back at her.
It was a while before I tied up Lynn again. Whenever I tried to remind her that she owed me a bondage game where I would bind her, Lynn would find some excuse to put it off.Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:49:20 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(8 of 9)
However, she finally consented sometime in September. I encountered Lynn as she was walking home one day after school with another girl who we'll call Mona. Lynn actually introduced me to Mona as "the guy who I play tie-up games with."
When I reminded her that she still owed me a bondage session where she would get tied up, Lynn shrugged this off with a boast that she would escape in no time. I noticed that Mona appeared very interested, and she upped the ante by saying she would like to see Lynn The Great Escape Artist work her magic.
The three of us met at my house later. Lynn had changed out of her school clothes into jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. I decided to tie her up in our basement rec room, which would offer us some advance warning just in case my mother came home early.
With Mona looking on with great musement, I tied Lynn's hands in front of her with some trusty clothesline rope. Then I had her sit down in a reclining chair. The chair's back was basically a cushion resting against a wooden frame. I had earlier bound a length of rope to the top vertical board of the chair's back frame.
Once Lynn sat down, I had her put her arms above her head and secured her bound wrists to the top of the back of the chair.
Mona was fascinated; Lynn was starting to look worried. The chair she sat in swiveled 360 degrees on a base that was hard for me to reach, so I had to settle for simply binding Lynn's legs at the ankles and knees with more rope. However, this did the trick, because Lynn wasn't going anywhere. Once I was finished binding her, I stood back with my arms folded in front of me and said, "Ok, Houdini, escape!"Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:54:16 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(9 of 9)
Lynn sincerely tried to break free, and the chair creaked and groaned in protest as she squirmed and contorted her body in her effort to escape. But, finally, after an honorable attempt, Lynn sagged back against the cushion and let out an exasperated breath.
I took this as a signal to end the game by cutting her loose. Lynn complained that the reason she couldn't escape was because I had tied the knots too tight--an excuse which both Mona and I took with a grain of salt.
I never played anymore bondage games with Lynn after that, but I had inadvertantly recruited Mona into the bondage ranks. While Mona demurely turned down Lynn's repeated requests for her to try escaping from my bonds that day, she would eventually agree to play some bondage games with me in the future (and, to my shock, would turn out to be much better at tying knots than Lynn). However, that's a story for another time. Next up, my cousins Donna, Shirley and George spend the weekend at my house...only to become my captives (actually, only Donna and Shirley). That story, as well as the girls' revenge on me, will be coming up soon. As always, thanks for reading.Doug
Tue Jun 01 01:59:04 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Before I go, I have to say that I completely agree with PH regarding his feelings about people posting to this board. If somebody has a story to tell, and they want to tell it, then they should be encouraged to do so, no matter what their writing style, or the nature of the story, may be (as long as it follows Canuck's basic rules, of course). There's room enough on this board for everybody.
Tue Jun 1 09:28:50 PDT 1999MY MOM THIRD ESCAPE CHALLENGE.
After my Mom’s second successful escape from a tie up, I did some real thinking. I made two decisions:
1. In both her escapes, my Mom had a partner. Next time she would have to solo.
2. I would have to find a sure-fire way to restrict her mobility.I felt my basic tying techniques were good: Mom had been unable to get loose until she had gotten something to cut the ropes with. I had to figure out a way to totally immobilize her to keep her from reaching scissors or knives.
But as happens, life moves on. I had other things to occupy my mind. There was the Thanksgiving Tie-up of mom’s younger sister Erin, Cousin’s Cindy’s vengeance on me and Steffi (My German import girlfriend), The tying up of Steffi’s mom, and a lot of things that did not involve tying people up. So it was February before I got my third chance with mom. This time Sean was not involved. Just Mom, me, and my siblings as an audience.
It was rainy Saturday. Dad was away at a reunion with some of his old Vietnam buddies. I can’t remember exactly how it came into my mind, but on that day I came up with what I thought would be effective way of tying up my mom. I had toyed with a number of ideas. A Hog-tie was a possibility but for some reason I thought that position would be too uncomfortable for mom—Although I used it without compunction on other kids—and when I was hog-tied had not found it too uncomfortable—as had Steffi to her surprise, she really thought it would only be a few steps below the rack. For whatever reason I ruled out a Hogtie. But then it struick me. I came up with a position that would be secure, keep Mom from moving around, and would not be too uncomfortable for her. I decided what the hell? And decided to go for it.
I informed Chris and my kid brother about it and they agreed it would be fun to watch. And So I decided to challenge Mom.dudalb
Tue Jun 1 09:35:09 PDT 1999Mom was sitting reading a book and listening to The Chieftains. She was wearing an Aran Sweater , slacks, and tennis shoes. She watched us come in “What are you guys up to?” she asked.
:”I think I got a way to tie you up you won’t get out of” I said.
“Oh, do you now?” Mom said. She often used this Irish expression although she had never been to Ireland. (She is finally going to make the trip with Dad this June.) “Another Challenge, Dud?”
“Yes”
“And you two want to watch my escape?”, looking at Chris and my kid brother. They nodded.
“Well, the book is getting a little dull. Let me go to the bathroom and I’ll do my Houdini act for you again”.
I gathered my ropes, a clean handkerchief and a roll of adhesive tape (I had used this tape as a gag before and knew that although quite secure it would not hurt Mom when it came off)
Mom came back from the bathroom and asked me “Hands Behind, I presume?”
“Yes, but first walk over the to post for the Stairway and sit down.”
The stairway in our house had a large wooden post in support. Mom walked over without hesitation and sat down. I got a couple of pillows from the couch and brought them over. “Sit on this one, it will be more comfortable.” Mom did.
“Now, put your hands behind the post with your back to the post”. Mom did.dudalb
Tue Jun 1 09:40:10 PDT 1999
I crossed Mom’s wrists and tied them together, tightly,but I was careful not to hurt Mom I took a piece of cord and made a loop abound Mom’s left elbow, cinched it, pulled the cord over and made a similar loop around her right elbow. Her elbows were tied tied together in a kind of handcuff tie. I then took the cord around the post, pulling the rope between the post and my Mom’s back. When I reached my Mom’s left elbow I made a second loop and repeated the whole process. When I completed a second complete circuit I took the remainder of the rope and wrapped it around her arms and the post, although not around her actual body. Then I cinched the cord and tied a square knot in it. My Mom’s elbows and upper arms were now firmly tied to the,
I had previously made a loop with a slipknot in the middle of a 20-foot length of rope. I slipped the loop over mom, pulled it down below her bustline, and pulled it tight. Then I wound the remaining rope around her chest and the post, finally cinching and tying it off.
“Can I help?” Chris my kid sister said. I let her tie a rope around my Mom waist just above her lap securing her even more to the post.
My mom had been silent but I saw for the first time uncertainty in my Mom’s face.
“ Except for my feet and legs, there is not much of me left to tie”.
“That’s next, but first.” I said picking up the clean handkerchief “open wide,mom!”dudalb
Tue Jun 1 09:43:14 PDT 1999Mom obliged and I gently put the handkerchief in her mouth and completed the gag with Adhesive tape.
I then tied Mom ankles together and finally tied her knees together. “ You OK, Mom?” I asked. Mom mumped and nodded her head For some reason I leaned over and kissed her on
The cheek and for the first time in all three sessions formally thanked her for playing the game. Then back to business. I said,“You 've got a hour. Go!”
Mom spent the first few minutes testing her bonds. She twisted her hands, not wildly but carefully, trying to get at the knots. But I had been careful to tie the knots where her fingers would have a hard time getting to them. Then she began testing the ropes that held her body to the post. After fifteen minutes she stopped. She gave what seemed a small noise of frustration. She sat back for about five minutes and then repeated the testing process. I began to think I had won. At the half-hour mom was still tied to the post. He had made little progress. Then she twisted her head so that the tape she was gagged with could touch the post.Mom then started to rub the tape against the post. I had been careful to stick it on firmly so it took about fifteen minutes before the tape came off and mom was able to push the hanky out of her mouth with her tongue. The tape was hanging from one side of her mouth so I took it off entirely. Oddly enough mom had not made an effort to ungag herself during the first two escapes. I think she got this idea of working on the gag when frustrated with the ropes from My Aunt Erin in her thanksgiving Trussing.
“There” Mom said. “ I think you have done a good job on me this time, Dud. “dudalb
Tue Jun 1 09:44:33 PDT 1999“Miss having me or Emma as a partner?” I said.
“It did seem to make thing easier having a partner” mom said. “But I’ll figure our a way!”I made no attempt to regag mom. One of the unwritten rules of our challenges was that once you announced you were done tying, you could not add more or retie if the challenger got part of his or her body free.
Mom ungagged her self at the half-hour mark for the next half-hour mom twisted and turned and squirmed and stretched and pulled in an effort to loosen her ropes and win the challenge. She spent about ten minutes trying to work her ankles free to no avail. She tried to stand up, hoping the action of standing would somehow loosen he ropes but she could not stand. For the final fifteen minutes she pulled and worked her hands in an effort to free herself. But when the hour was up she was still tied firmly to the post. The Third time was a charm, I had successfully tied (though not gagged) my Mom so where she could not escape.
“You win!” mom said when the hour was up. ”But I still ahead on points! Two out of three is not bad!”
I untied mom with, much to my Surprise.Mixed feelings. I had finally won, but though I would not admit it I had been proud of my Mom’s ability to escape.
This was the last of the formal challenges to my Mom. But Mom was to find herself tied up a few more times when she got all wrapped out (Ouch! Bad Pun!) in some of our more organized games. But those are other stories.dudalb
Tue Jun 1 14:52:20 EDT 1999Well, it was when I was 17. I was spending the summer at my aunt's and uncle's house in Huntsville, Alabama. I had a 16 year old boy cousin, Rob. He and I got along well but he had an obnoxious friend named Glenn who was the same age as me.
One day, my aunt and uncle had a bunch of errands to do and left in the early afternoon and did not expect to be back until late that night. Of course they asked me to look after things. Glenn and Rob were acting like little kids squirting me with water and generally making nuisances of themselves. Eventually, they really got on my nerves and I told them to lay off or I would tell their parents what brats they were being.
I got up to go in the house for a cold drink but when I stepped into the doorway, a hand reached out and grabbed me by the arms. Startled I began to yell but a cloth was shoved in my mouth and strong hands pulled my hands behind me. As I felt my wrists being tied, I looked up to see Glenn smiling away and preparing a piece of tape. I spat the gag on the floor and yelled at the top of my voice at him. Rob then put his hand over my mouth while Glenn picked up the cloth and smiled again. "well you think you are so smart," Glenn said. "Let's see how you like being bound and gagged for the rest of the day."
They were so much bigger and stronger than me (I am only 5'3" in my bare feet) that it was no match. I ended up in the attic laying on a old sofa with my wrists and ankles bound and tape over my mouth.
Let me know if you like what you read so far and I will continue.Sher
Sheryl Lynn Urban
SirenSher@AOL.com
Tue Jun 01 14:22:28 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999PH, thanks for the compliment but please understand that the “dress code” was not my idea or my desire. Nancy got a kick out of doing it and I am sure she still does wherever she is. I am not going to try to psychoanalyze the reasons why she would enjoy this. I did get used to it after a while, and she continued to turn up the heat, so to speak, to keep me from getting too complacent. Her goal by doing the things she did was my embarrassment, this I know for sure. She did employ other techniques. In answer to many of your unasked questions: No, I do not crossdress as an adult, at least not voluntarily. However, ‘bondage’ is still a much enjoyed part of my life with my wife although time doesn’t permit many adventures these days. I thank Nancy for bringing this out of me. I hope that answers some questions, now onto the story and my revenge on Nancy.
Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 8
In truth, I hadn’t made up my mind what I was going to do. Nancy’s last tie was going to be hard to beat. I thought about it all that night, and in the morning I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do. Nancy may have sensed this because she taunted me about what I would do. I thought about burying her up to her neck, but then realized that the ground was a thin layer of soil over solid rock so that would never work, and I didn’t want to repeat anything that I had already done. I finally decided that I would never be able to embarrass Nancy as much as she had done to me so I would resort to a more stringent tying experience. When her Mom and Dad left for their hike I told Nancy to go put on a swimsuit again and I went to get some soft cloth for ropes from the chest. I also found a large blanket and took it outside to an area covered with grass where I spread it out.Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Tue Jun 01 14:23:45 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 9.
Then Nancy walked out wearing a black one piece swimsuit that was see thru in every area except for what a bikini would normally cover. I couldn’t help but stare and I knew she noticed but pretended not to. I threw a bottle of tanning oil towards her and told her to put it on since she would be getting some sun. I then spread out the blanket and began to pound some camping stakes into the hard soil. about 2 feet away from each corner of the blanket. Once that was done I asked Nancy to lay on the blanket, which she did and when she stretched out her arms she wasn’t tall enough for her hands to extend off the edge of the blanket if she was laying towards the center. I then tied a cloth strip to each of her extremities, and then tied off each of those to the stakes. The cloth was strong enough to hold her but I wanted to make sure and added more to each of her bonds. I then stood up and took in the sight of this gorgeous young woman wearing a black, partially see-thru, swimsuit tied spread eagle under the mountain sun.
“Comfortable,” I asked.
“Well, could you get me some sunglasses, the sun is kind of bright,” Nancy asked.
“Oh sure, be right back.”
When I returned I put the sleeping blindfold over her eyes.
“Hey, all I wanted was sunglasses,” she protested.
“These will work just as well,” I laughed. “Oh and one more thing,” I said as I place a ball in her mouth that was tied inside of a scarf which I secured in a knot near the back of her head. I then took out a tube of sunscreen in a stick form that could be applied like chap stick. I applied this to her face so she wouldn’t get any unsightly tan lines from her gag and blindfold. Then I took the sunscreen stick and wrote my name in block letters on her thighs which elicited great grunts and groans from Nancy. I then left her to go get a book to read while she struggled in her bonds.Ex-Leech
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Tue Jun 01 14:24:29 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 10
She eventually stopped trying to escape and after about an hour I decide she should be turned over. I released her legs and loosely tied them together with the loose ends and then repeated the process with her hands. She struggled but I eventually got both of her hands tied to one stake and then untied the other hand and retied her spread eagle so she was on her stomach. I did the same with her legs, I straightened the blanket and then wrote my last name on the back side of her thighs with the sun screen. This time I think she fell asleep. After about an hour I released her and let her remove her own blindfold and gag. She looked at her legs but It was hard to tell if my trick had worked. She looked none too happy. She ran back into the house to take a shower, while I cleaned up the supplies. When Nancy came out she yelled at me, “Look, you did it this time.”
I looked at her legs and you could just make out some writing on her thighs but it was hard to tell what it said.
“Mom, is going to get you this time. One of her rules was nothing permanent, remember,” Nancy said.
“Oh, come on that’s not permanent, you can lay out and your tan will conceal it eventually,” I explained.
“Perhaps but it won’t be easy,” Nancy grumbled still upset with me.
“Well did you enjoy the tie?” I asked.
“Sure, it was fun, and I got some sleep but I didn’t like the thought that I was being marked by your dirty little trick.”
“We’ll see what your Mom says then,” I said worriedly and we spent the remainder of the day hiking and playing.Ex-Leech
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Tue Jun 01 14:25:09 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 2 Part 11
That evening Nancy showed her Mom the marks on her legs which had become a little more distinct as time went on. You could now barely make out that it was my name if you knew what you were looking for.
“We’ll you did break one of the rules, but it isn’t permanent as in forever, the tan lines will eventually disappear,” Mrs. Mason said. “However, I will allow Nancy to stretch the rules a bit, but you have to tell me what you have planned so that I can determine if it is fair,” Nancy’s Mom said pointing at her.
I had some reassurance that Nancy’s Mom would control the game but I knew I was in for it. Nancy’s mind was whirling the remainder of the evening and we didn’t have much fun, so I helped Mr. Mason help around the cabin fixing things up and the like. I must have worked a little too hard and too late because when I woke up some things were definitely wrong.Parental Involvement Round 3 will be posted hopefully before next Monday depending upon my available free time. Free time is the one thing that most of the authors seem to complain about. ‘Tis a shame, ‘tis a shame. Till next time.
Sher I would love to read the remainder of your story. Please post it. The more stories the better.
Ex-Leech
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Wed Jun 02 01:35:52 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Doug and Dudalb, good stories as always!
ex-leech, I never for one minute thought you to be a cross-dresser volountarily! I know how embarrasing a tied person can work just as good as old fashioned tickling...
Zorro, I support you in this. Nothing is worse than having your name used on a fake posting.
Tue Jun 1 21:10:49 PDT 1999I have been watching this page for a few weeks now, kind of afraid to post my story but here it goes.
Game of revenge part one..
One day I came home from school (I am 19 and a college student). My parents where out for the weekend so I had planned on enjoying a nice quiet weekend to myself. The big rule my parents had was that I could not have anyone over overnight but during the day would do. When I came home, the phone rang. It was one of my raither close, personal male friends, we will call him Hunter. He was board so he asked if he could come over and cook dinner. He came over and we had dinner. After dinner we where watching a movie, (True Lies) and when they handcuffed Jamie Lee Curtis he said. "Have you ever wonderd what it would be like if you where taken prisoner? I have." I thought about it for moment and said. "Well why don't we let you find out." He was curious to see what I had in mind.Goalie Girl
goaliegirl@iname.com
Tue Jun 1 21:35:04 PDT 1999Game of revenge- Part One continued.
Well, I really did not know what I had in mind but I told him to give me a few moments while I gaitherd some stuff. I went into my bedroom and grabbed some cloth I ripped up from an old sheet, some scrafs and my sleeping mask. When I returned I asked him to help me unfold the futon that served as a couch in our living room. I asked him if he really wanted to try this and he said yes. So my first step was to take a couple of the cloth bandannas and roll them into a ball which I promptly shoved into his mouth and secrued with one of the last scarves. As he mupphed and tried to figure out his gag I laughed, "now we could not have a prisoner screaming for help." I told him to put his hands behind him and I laced one of the strips from my old beed sheet through his arms, tieing them from his elbows to his wrists. Realizing that he was seeing everything I was doing I grabbed the sleeping mask and put it around his head. He mupphed again, out of protest because I knew, one of his greatest fears was the dark. I led him to the futon and sat him down while I tied his legs together. Working from the knees to the ankes I worked in several knots down the line so he would have to take time to untie himeself. When I was done with that I told him to lie down on the bed and I tied his wrists to one of the posts on the side of the futon, and did the same to his ankles. I looked at what I did approvingly. I asked him, "Is it all you expected?" He mupphed and nodded. I replied. "I always forget to tell you that I kind of like tying people up. I will give you 30 mins. to get free. If you get free you can tie me up in any way you see fit. If you don't I am going to spend ten mins. tickeling you while bond."goalie girl
goaliegirl@iname.com
Tue Jun 1 21:46:33 PDT 1999A game of revenge- Part one
He tried to get free but I must of actually found a combination that worked because in 30 mins he only struggled. So I went into my closet and got out a feather and tickled him. I knew where the tickeling would get the most tourture so thats where I went, right around his belly button. After ten minuets you could not help but feeling pitty for him so I untied him. Realizing it was time for him to go to work, he helped me clean up our mess and left. But before he left he had the words that lasted for a long time. "That might of been fun for you but I will get my revenge tommrow."
Well, I was curious what he had in store for me. I got up in the morning and took care of the usual business when he called.
"Can you come over?"- he said.
"Sure when?"- I replied
"In about an hour and wear your pink swimsuit"- he said as he hung up.
He had seen my pink swim suit before. It was a little pink outfit with a full tank top and bikini pants. I put on the suit and my bathrobe, as he only lived a few blocks away from me.
I walked over to his house and he was sitting on the front porch.
"So I see you have come to get what is coming."- he said.
"I know I was a little vicious last night,"- Before I could say anymore he grabbed a roll of bandanna's and shoved them in my mouth, using tape to seal it in (Remember this was before I walked into the house.)
Before I could even muphh a response he used another bandanna as a blindfold. Now here I was standing in his front porch, in my bathrobe, gaged and blindfolded. He led me up the steps and as he did I realized what the blindfold was for. When he was at my house he had the advantage because he knew what he was getting bound to. He wanted to make sure I did not have that advantage. He wanted everything to be able to keep me guessing about what he would do next. He led me through the house a couple times getting me properly dissenchantedGoalie Girl
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Wed Jun 02 01:03:32 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Dudalb and Ex-Leech, good stuff! I always look forward to reading you guys. And Mason, I LOVED your last Nicki story. Goalie Girl, I enjoyed your story, please post again if you have more. And, Sher, I add my voice to the growing chorus who want you to post the end of your story. I look forward to seeing what happens next.
You know, flaming other people is bad enough, but using their handles to make false statements is really bad form. I agree with Jeff and the others: Zorro didn't deserve that, and his anger is justified.
Wed Jun 02 00:41:41 1999Things like this Jason crop up all the time on the
wrestling boards.
Rspond and they just keep doing it.
Ignore them and they get bored and go away.
Zorro may be young in years, but he is mature
enough not let this Jason's pathetic taunts get to
him. And, he is our Zorro, if anyone flames him
it should be one of us.Outstandingly good job, as usual, Dudalb, now when
do we hear about Steffi's mom and your aunt's, no
wick for the rested. :-)maddog
Wed Jun 02 01:02:27 Central Daylight Time 1999I know that this group ususally frowns on advertising, but this one was too good to pass up, considering the recent threads on tieing up Moms.
This is a tickling video that shows "Ivy Tickling her Mother". Ivy doesn't look too much out of her teens, maybe early twenties. Anyway, the showcase for MagicT usually lasts for two weeks or so, so check it out before, oh say, June 12th, 1999.
http://www.magict.com/showcase.html
Later with more stories...
PrivateTies
PrivateTies@hotmail.com
Thu Jun 03 04:48:33 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999I posted a comment on May,5th, I still think it stands:
-If you have a FFW button on your VCR and don't like commercials interrupting the programme you are watching; use it!!!-If you want nuisance to dissappear;ignore it!
-If you want crap on your shoes, go look for dogs!
And...Goalie Girl, tell us the rest of your story, it's been great so far!
Wed Jun 02 22:02:42 1999I am a 16-year-old male who wants to be tied up. Does any one have any suggestions on how to get my peers to tie me up?
Econut
envirohippie@hotmail.com
Thu Jun 03 17:56:36 1999Howy ho everyone!!!! I'm back from my extensive and very longwise vacation. As soon as i get upto speed on everyone's stories the past couple of months I will post my latest story. If you all can't wait that long, then simply check the December Arcive for my previous post.
Audios!
Goku
Thu Jun 03 18:00:48 1999hey ex-leech great stories! can't wait to hear more!
Mr. Fible
Fri Jun 04 01:29:57 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Green Rope
Part II posted my first stories to this board about six months ago. For those of you not familiar with the characters and settings in those first stories, I will give you a short description.
The stories, named "the Boat House Stories" by someone, happened in my early teens, in a small summer-house area where my parents had a house. Ever since my first year we had always spent long summers there. Our house was by a beautiful lake, and in a neighbouring house lived the L. family during the summers. Their oldest son, Joe, was my best friend during these summers, and his younger brothers Peter and Hank often participated in our games. Peter was just a couple of years behind Joe, and Hank was about seven years younger. During part of the summer Joe’s two cousins, Sarah and Jenny and their parents, would stay at their house too.
The games we played always took place at Joe’s. They had a much bigger house than we did, and a lovely, private beach. Their family still owned much of the forests in the area since some Grandfather had built the house as a summer-place to retreat from his lumber-business during the summers. On the far end of their beach, where the woods started, was an old boat house. It was the kind where you could actually take the boat inside the part of the house that was sticking out in the water. There was a jetty surrounding the boat and in the part of the house that was on the beach there were a lot of storage rooms and a small work-shop. On the upper floor was a big room that we used as "headquarters" in our different games. It contained some old discarded furniture, and we were allowed to sleep over there sometimes.
Fri Jun 04 01:34:04 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Green Rope
Part IIThe stories I posted before were about the summer when I was fourteen. So was Joe and Sarah, Jenny was fifteen and Peter twelve. Our different games started earlier, when I was about ten. We used to play cowboys and Indians, capture each other and the prisoner would be tied up. The girls loved to participate in these games. They were just as good as us boys on hiding, shooting toy-guns and tying. On rainy days and on sleep-overs in the boat house we also practiced different tie-up games where the prisoner would have to escape in a certain time. We "invented" new techniques to tie a prisoner up and Joe practiced his favourite subject, inventing gags.
I was a lover-of-books in those days, and still am. I spent endless days in our hammock, reading adventure-books for boys as well as the most popular comics of those days. Joe’s family would arrive at their place a couple of weeks after we did, so I was often alone in the early summer. What I was most interested in when reading these books and comics, was when somebody got tied up. I would carefully read an interesting scene over and over again, and then at an appropriate time in our games, try to put it into the game. At one time when I was about twelve, I read a book about a boy who tried to prove that his teacher was a Russian spy. (Sounds silly but it’s true!) The teacher and his spy-pal captures the kid and ties him up in the basement of the school. There were several pages on how they did the tying, gagging and how the kid tried to free himself. (I have always wondered about that author and his feelings about bondage…)
PH
Fri Jun 04 01:35:31 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Green Rope
Part IIILater that day I was walking along the shore by the public marina near our house. Suddenly I noticed something in the water, a few yards out. It was a long rope, floating in the water. I was an eager collector of any rope I could find, so I waded out in the water and got the rope. It was rather thick, about half an inch, and made of green nylon. It was the kind of rope the people who had their boats in the marina use to tie between their boats and the anchor-buoy. Best of all, it was very, very long. At least seventy-five feet long. It was very harsh and had little cut nylon-strings sticking out everywhere as if it had chafed against something for a long time. I carried the rope home and let it dry behind our wood-shed. This was the perfect rope for one of our tie-up competitions.
On one day of the first week after Joe’s family had arrived we were on his beach, searching for whatever boys search for on beaches. The girls and their mother were in the nearby small town for supplies.We talked about what had happened during the year and soon we talked about tie-up games. We had our usual clothes, jeans and T-shirts and were barefoot. During the mid-seventies these silly jeans with wide legs were popular, but Joe and I always had more of the fifties-style jeans with the legs folded up a few times. On the beach we had them folded up just below the knees, so that we could go in the water. Joe told me about his adventures, fighting wars with his buddies back home, and I told him about the Green Rope. I dared him to a competition, using the green rope, and he agreed. I ran home and got the rope while he went to the boat house and got some of his stuff. Joe also had a huge rope-collection, mostly ropes from the boat-house that he had "borrowed".
PH
Fri Jun 04 01:36:39 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Green Rope
Part IVWhen I arrived at the boat house with the long rope, nicely coiled over my shoulder, Joe was in the upper room, preparing his collection. He had laid out several long cotton ropes, about a quarter of an inch thick. Peter had also joined us, and was eagerly awaiting the first tie-up competition of the summer. Peter was never so much of a tie-up fanatic as Joe or I were, but he enjoyed being on the side of the captors in our games. Sarah and Jenny had not yet arrived back at the house.
I showed Joe and Peter the Green Rope, they felt it and commented on how ragged and harsh it was. Joe said he was certain the rope would give bad rope-burns if it was used on bare skin. We decided to use it only on the legs and upper-body. Peter ran up to the house and got a long-sleeved shirt for the prisoner to use. I quickly explained the plot from the book I had read, and valiantly volunteered as the first victim. They would tie me up as good as they could, using the long Green Rope to wind around me. Then they would give me one hour to get free. The boy in the story had been in a dark cellar, so I would have to be blindfolded. He had managed to escape by rolling around the room, searching for a sharp object to use on his bindings. Finally he found a file, usually used to file on wood, and used that on his ropes.They would put a similar file somewhere in the room, and I would have to find it.
PH
Fri Jun 04 01:37:47 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Green Rope
Part VWe agreed on the rules and they started to tie me up. They could use any amount of rope, and whatever way of tying me they wanted, as long as I was able to squirm and roll around. They started by ordering me down on my stomach, hands behind my back. They used the cotton rope for my hands, tying them with the wrists crossed. They wound the rope in an "x-pattern" around my wrists and tried to put the knots as far away from my fingers as possible. The next rope was done with a slip-knot that went over the first rope, then around my stomach and back to the wrists. This was repeated several times, pinning my hands to the small of my back.
They put me in a sitting position and started to tie my ankles and below and above my knees. When this was done it was time for the Green Rope. They tied one end around one of my upper arms and then wound it around my upper body from the shoulders to the wrists, cinching it for every fifth coil. There were still several feet of rope left, so Joe draw the rope-end up to a place between my shoulders and made a knot there. He then brought the rope down again, between my hands and body, under my buttocks and tied it to the rope around my ankles. I sat with my legs bent at the knees, and with the rope tied that way I was unable to stretch my legs. Now it was time for one of Joe’s newly invented gags. He took an old kitchen towel and ripped it in two. One piece was stuffed in my mouth and the other tied over it.He carefully put the strip over my mouth and folded it so it went behind my teeth, effectively holding the other piece in my mouth. He then tied the ends in my neck as tight as he dared. Another towel was used as a blindfold and I was now helplessly tied, gagged and blindfolded.
PH
Fri Jun 04 01:38:57 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Green Rope
Part VII sat there and listened as they put the file somewhere on the floor. Then Joe told me to start getting free. At this moment I heard a chatter of voices and the sound of bare feet coming up the stairs. Sarah and Jenny had come back from their trip. They laughed as they saw me on the floor, totally cocooned in the Green Rope. Joe told them the rules of the game and they settled down in one of the sofas to watch my escape-act.
I shifted my position from sitting and lay down on my side. I turned to my stomach, and the rope connecting my feet with the bindings of my upper-body made it impossible for my toes to touch the floor. It wasn’t a real hog-tie, my legs were only bent about forty-five degrees, but it made it much harder to move. I rolled over on my side again and tried to move like some kind of snake or worm. I moved slowly forward, but at least I moved. They had promised to put the file by one of the walls, so I continued my squirming moves until my head hit the wall. I turned my back to the wall and felt the floor with my hands. I continued like this along the wall but no file. Once in a while I had to stop to rest. The others cheered me on with sarcastic remarks.
Finally Joe said the time was up. I hadn’t found the file, instead I had worked myself tired and sweaty. They removed my blindfold and gag and gave me something to drink. Sarah insisted that I as the loser of the game would have to get a punishment. They all agreed and tickled me for a while before releasing me. Even if I lost that game the challenge of it was really funny, and the Green Rope would come to good use again.
PH
Thu Jun 03 16:33:01 1999Hello everyone....love this site. It brings back many memories from my childhood. I was the youngest of 4 children, with me being the only boy. Although there were 10 years difference between my oldest sister and myself, we were all pretty close and would often play together. I was always the one to get "captured" in our games and would often end up tied up in many different positions. Most often, however, I was tied spread-eagle to the four corners of an old bed frame which was layed out on the floor. My sister, Kathy, liked having me like this most often.......which usually she was the one who decided. The first few times she tied me down like that was pretty easy to escape from, but the more she tied me, the better she got.
There was one time when our parents had left for the week-end, and Kathy, Nancy, and Linda had that look in their eyes. They jumped me virtually as soon as our folks left the house and they took me down to the basement blindfolded. They had me sit against they wall and they started tieing rope around my wrists. When knoted, they pulled my arms outstretched against the wall and tied my arms to some shelf braces that were bolted into the wall.
Thu Jun 03 16:58:06 1999When my arms were stretched tight, Nancy started wrapping rope around my legs and feet. Kathy found some towells and some old cloth and started gagging me. They removed the blindfold so I could see the satisfied look on their faces. They stood and admired their work while laughing and telling me that I was thiers all week-end long. Actually, I didn't mind that much because we were new to the neighborhood and didn't have many friends at the time. They kept me like that most of the afternoon and they even fed me lunch while I was tied.
After about four hours, Nancy came down and she released me, but only temporarily. I hung around the house for a couple of hours and it started to get dark about 5:00 PM and when I came inside, Linda and Nancy were ready for me. They already had the ropes in their hands and I saw the bedframe on the floor waiting for me. I knew what they had in mind and it looked like I didn't have much of a choice. I have to admit, being tied-up by my sisters was not necessarily a bad thing because all three were very attractive and shapely. None had any problem getting dates. So, I accepted my fate by laying down and speading my arms and legs to the corners of the frame. Before I knew it, they had me securely spread out and were standing over me. They stood above me and Linda lifted her foot to my chest and gazed down at me as if I was a prized capture.TG
Thu Jun 03 17:18:17 1999As Nancy and Linda admired their work and were laughing as they watched me struggle, Kathy came home with her friend Richelle. Richelle was Kathy's best friend and she was also a totally sexy young girl that I was in love with.......even though she was four years older than me. Anyway, I was embarrassed to be found like this since I never wanted our games to be known by anyone but my sisters and me. Well, when Richelle saw me like this, she burst into laughter. I had to have assummed that Kathy had let her in on what the game was. They all stood around me for a while watching me futily try to work my hands free. But they soon left me as they went to do other things and talk. After about an hour, Kathy and Richelle came back with some dinner for me. They got down on their knees on eaither side of me and layed the plate on my chest. I remember that it was not an easy task to have someone spoon feed me and it was very messy when they gave me a drink of milk, They wiped my mouth and cheeks and again stood up and watched as I gazed up at them. Kathy asked if I wanted to be released, but Richelle said that she had some ideas. They left the room, leaving me wondering what was happening.
Well, to make a long story short, the four of them returned and started tickling me which no part of my body untouched. They kept tickling me for over an hour, sometimes just taking turns and other times all four of them would be ticjkling me at the same time. I was eventually untied but they did keep me tied down like that for about 6 hours that night.
It was a week end I'll never forgetTG
Thu Jun 03 21:17:17 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Econut: You can try the ol' -Bring the friends over for a movie thing, make sure its a movie with a scene where someone gets tied up and can't escape, they boldly state aloud, "Look at that! I bet I could escape while tied up like that!", then wait for one of your friends to take you up on the challenge.
Tips: Have the supplies ready (soft stuff like scarves to be safe) somewhere convenient but not obvious, and try to make sure its a movie with a scene you like. Try the database at Brian's site: http://members.tripod.com/~brian_r2/index.html for movie ideas.Warning: Make sure they're friends you trust and aren't sadistic, because at that age people can get carried away. I would suggest females. Good luck and be safe.
Everyone especially Zorro: Just ignore the taunts, he'll get bored and go away eventually. It's not worth it.
Kidnap
Fri Jun 4 23:23:33 PDT 1999Marie, I don't recommend you let your son tie you up. I played tie up games as a kid, and they were harmless enough. But my son, now 15, always wanted to tie me up and gag me, "just to see what all the fuss was about." It seemed like idle curiosity to me. Finally, one day I relented. I sat down on the floor and put my hands in front of me. He pulled them behind my back and proceeded to tie my wrists. I wasn't terribly worried and figured he would untie me when he agreed...5 minutes. He bound my ankles,and then used a washcloth and nylon to gag me. I still wasn't worried until I felt a plastic cable tie tighten around my wrists. Ben came around to the front of me and cinched down my ankles with the same kind of tie. Then he stood back to watch. I struggled but couldn't get free. Worse, he seemed to be enjoying it. I squirmed around to get some leverage but couldn't work any of the ropes or cable ties loose. For what seemed like an eternity, he appeared not to understand my request for him to untie me. I finally rolled over onto my stomach to get into a position where I could get some leverage, and he pulled my feet up behind me and tied them to my wrists. I pulled with all my might but couldn't get free. Exhaustion finally took over and I stopped struggling. He probably got bored, because that's when he cut me loose. He's still grounded.
Renee
Sat Jun 05 15:37:21And I thought I was the only one who had childhood experiences like these.
Growing up, I had a lot more freedom than kids do now. The world seemed like a safer place. If I wanted to go out riding my bike by myself or go off playing in the woods, I could do that. Now? But I digress...When I was about 8 or 9 I went out riding my bike around my neighborhood. Initially I went t best friend, Pam, who was about the same age as me, but she wasn't home that day. On the trip home, I met up with a group of teen aged girls. I had seen them before and they seemed friendly enough, so I stopped to talk to them. There were the usual pleasantries. You know how teen aged girls can be with younger children.
Robert
Sat Jun 05 16:15:06my story continued...
As we talked, they had formed a ring around me, one that gradually closed until I found myself surrounded. I thought nothing of it. One of them commented on how cute I looked that day. I was wearing shorts, t-shirt and tennis shoes. When one of them asked me if I liked being blindfolded, I just smiled real big and responded that I did. Next thing I knew, one of them had bound a bandana tightly over my eyes. I just sat on my bike and giggled, not offering any resistance, but not real sure what would happen next. I felt my bike being removed from under me and I laughed as I felt myself being hoisted up on some rather unsteady shoulders. They announced that they were taking to me to their "hideout." I just laughed again and tried to peer, unsuccessfully under my blindfold. We walked for several minutes. I felt the person under me climbing upwards and then downwards several times. I was lowered to the ground again and I could feel a cool breeze blowing on my bare arms and legs. I asked where I was but got no reply, as I then felt myself being led forward. The girls were being very careful with me, even to the point of "mothering" me so I never felt threatened in any way. The truth was, I was rather enjoying the attention. We walked on for several more minutes. I could feel that brisk breeze on my arms and legs the whole time so I suspect we were atop a hill someplace. We finally stopped again and I heard some muffled words. The girls were discussing something. I just stood there, smiling. Moments later, someone gently placed my hands behind my back and began to tie my wrists together. I broke out in a fit of giggles and tried again to look out from under my blindfold, again with no success. What were they doing? "Hold still ya little stinker!" one of them admonished me. I giggled harder but did as they asked. In moments, they had my hands tied securely behind my back. One of them gently put her arms around me and asked if I was okay. I said I was, showing her a wide grin
Robert
Sat Jun 05 16:57:39story contined
I was their "guest" for the remainder of the day. They were real gentle with me, fed me popsicles (at least I think that is what they were) and gave me water whenever I wanted it. But I couldn't see a thing the whole time and those girls knew how to tie up a little kid. I soon gave up trying to free my hands when I realized how securely tied they were. Every now and then one of the girls would come up to me, adjust my blindfold and check to see that my hands were still tied, just to be sure. I would just smile when I sensed them doing that. They would gently pat me on the leg or arm to let me know they had noticed. They even played games with me, including a modified version of blindman's bluff (guess who was ALWAYS IT) and another where they had me stand with my feet apart, they put some keys (or something that jingled...I never did actually see it) between my feet and they would attempt to sneak up and take the keys without me detecting them.
When the time came for them to "release" me, I didn't want them to, but they told me it was getting dark. They led me back to where they met me, untied my hands and took off my blindfold. My vision was a little bleary for awhile, but I returned home and the next day, when I told my pal Pam about it, she wanted to be "kidnapped" too. A few days later, we met up with the girls again and the obliged, first showing me how to tie up Pam real well and allowing me the privledge of binding and blindfolding her, before I was again securely bound and blindfolded myself. They took us to their "hideout" several times that summer, but each time we were bound and blindfolded and I never really did figure out where their hideout was. A few times Pam and I went looking for ourselves. On two occasions, the girls intercepted us, we were immediately tied up and blindfolded; on other occasions, well...let's just say that these girls did such a good job of disorienting us while we were blindfolded, that we were never sure even where to look.Robert
Sat Jun 5 16:23:25 PDT 1999maddog:The Tale of Steffi's mom is scheduled for July.The longer I take to write a tale, the better it is (surprise!)And the Steffi;s mom tale will take a couple of posts probably. I have already started This month's tale about Kate'srevenge on Mel to be called "Melissa's Sticky Situation or An Irishwomen with Duct tape is a thing to be feared."
If the Aunt story you asked about is the one I mentioned in my latest post, the story is in the November Archeive under the title "Erin's Thanksgiving Trussing".I posted it at Thanksgiving (when else?)
Sher. you have left us cliffhanging long enough! Finish the story.!
And the Flaming on this site is getting out of hand again.It seems that peace in Kosovo will be easier to get then peace on this website. Maybe Canuck should request a peacekeeping force....dudalb
Sat Jun 05 21:06:42 1999Dudalb
Going to make us wait until July for Steffi's mom,
always knew you had a sadistic streak :-)The aunt story I mentioned was the one you eluded
to back a year ago:Thu Jun 4 22:14:06 PDT 1998
One topic I want to get into is the what occurs
when adults become involved with childhood\teen
tieup games. I think that Gillian's mom was far
fromunique.In my expierence they function most of
the time as the bound rather than the binder.I
would bet that a majority of the moms in this
country have played cops and robbers, cowboys and
Indians, or other games in which their kids tied
them up.And I bet there ware more than a few
incidents where teeages have been able to con
their parents or other grouwnups, (teachers, Camp
Counselor,)etc, in ropes and gags.I intend several
post on my own expriences here.There was incident
when and I my cousins\ Nieces manages to con our
moms/aunts into being tied and gagged all at the
same time. I think the excitement this cna cause
in kid or teen in most of the name non sexual in
nature. It comes from the thrill of role reversal.
the authority figure being stripped of all power
and the powerless kid\teen now in charge. Any
tales out there of kids tying up grownups?
dudalbI am very curious to see if it was anything like
the time at my grandmother's, when my mother and
all her sisters and sisters-in-law got hogtied,
gagged, and blindfolded at the same time.maddog
Sat Jun 5 21:41:53 PDT 1999Maddog: I have also wondered a majority of the moms in this country have not been tied up by their kids at one time.I think it happens when the kids are really young and the tying is more symbolic then real but still food for thought.
As for grownups other then my mom,her sisters or other kids moms,I can't remember many instances.. In my senior year at a cast party we did manage to con our cute drama teacher into ropes and gag, but that was about it.Come to think of it,she was a compatriot of Canucks, a Quebecois transplanted to California,but that is the only one that leaps to mind other then the categories mentioned above.In college there was the abduction (very voluntary and as a fund raising stunt for charity) of a college professor,and that story is in Canuck's college page archeives.
Maddog, you have got to write down about your clean sweeps of your mom and her sisters! The most we managed was 3 grownups at once-Mom and 2 of her aunts at one of my aunt's home--and they were not hogtied --just our standard chair tie.
(For some reason we were reluctant to use a hogtie on a grownup although we used it among ourselves a lot.I think only once we used it on
Aunt Erin, and she was a borderline grownup in our eyes at the age of 20.We were much gentler in handling grownups in our games then we were among ourselves.) But for heavens sakes write down about your grand slam with you mom and aunts.
One piece of advice: See if you can modify your browser, word processor, whatever so that it post in full lenght lines on this page. It is a lot easier to read.But post your story anyway.!dudalb
Sun Jun 06 01:22:22There was a question about incidents where adults got tied up by kids. I had an interesting one several years ago, right in my own front yard.
I don't have any children of my own, but the local kids seemed to have adopted me. Whenever there was a candy sale or what have you, they beat feet straight for my door. I was the soft touch and they knew it. So I was well known and trusted by all my neighbors.
One warm, spring day I was out in my front yard, giving my Jeep Cj-7 a much needed washing. Two teen aged girls who lived in houses behind mine, approached and waited patiently while I finished drying the portion of the jeep I had just washed. The oldest one, Gina, came up to me and said, "We need to ask a favor." I later decided that the girls had selected me partly because they knew me so well and partly because I was dressed in some rather brief running shorts.
I nodded. Gina hesitated and the other girl, Kayla, rushed up to take over the conversation. This one was not one to mince words.
"We wanna kidnap you," she said.
I looked at her funny, then shrugged. " I guess," I said.
"Why not?" The local kids were always asking me to do things for them, but I guess I didn't really expect what happened next. Perhaps because they feared I might change my mind, the girls went into action right away. Kayla swiftly mounted the steps behind me."Close your eyes please," she said. I did and instantly a bandana was tied over my eyes, blotting out the light of day. I was mildly startled but just smiled faintly and offered no resistance. What were these girls up to? I felt something being wrapped over the blindfold and what little light I could detect vanished. They had secured an ace bandage over the blindfold. They wanted to be sure I couldn't see!
What was I getting myself into?!I heard movement to one side and someone had begun to tie my wrists in front of me.
Don Carlos
Sun Jun 06 01:52:46Part II of Kidnapped in the front yard
To my amazement, I found myself offering them advice.
"that won't work," I said.
"What?" It was Gina.
"You need to tie my hands behind me. I can reach up and take off my blindfold this way."
Still do not believe I said that. Here I was assisting in my own kidnapping! Loyalty to neighbors does have limits!
Gina thanked me for the tip, undid my hands and pulled them around behind my back, and begin securing my wrists together.
"Not like that," I heard myself say.
"Huh?" Both girls spoke almost simoultaneously, somewhat baffled and probobly astonished (as I was later on) that I was being so helpful.
I pulled my wrists free and crossed my arms at the wrists. "Like that," I said. "It's easier for me to break loose the other way." I heard the girls laugh. I guess they hadn't expected so much technical advice and cooperation, but it seemed I was always giving neighborhood kids pointers and maybe my instinct for doing that just got the better of me. Perhaps I reasoned that if I were gonna be tied up, it needed to be done right. And it was after that. Gina knew her knots and in a brief time, my hands were tied tightly behind my back.
"That too tight?" Gina asked me. I tugged and the bonds held. I wasn't gonna be able to get out of this any time soon, I noted.
"That's good," I said, and began to wonder if I had made a serious mistake. I now stood in my own front yard, blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back, completely at the mercy of two teenaged girls.
"You can't see can you?" It was Kayla.
"Not a thing," I replied, then tilted my head up and down and side to side to check for leaks in the blindfold. I saw nothing but dark.
I heard nothing for a few minutes. The girls were apparently standing back, admiring their handy work and no doubt enjoying the fact that I was dressed in those running shorts.
I made no attempt to free myself, figuring I would let the girls have their thrill. Wasn't sure there was much else
Sun Jun 06 02:19:30I could really do. They had me and there was little I could about it.
"Cmon," one of them said and I felt the two of the at my sides.
"Where we goin?" I asked.
They laughed. "We can't tell you that," Kayla said. "We're kidnapping you!"
"Oh, that's right," I concluded. "My mistake." And I began to wonder if it wasn't just that- the biggest mistake I had made all year. I had visions of them parading me before the entire neighborhood. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Should I call for help? Now that would look real smart. AFter all, I had helped them tie me up!
We walked for what seemed like awhile. I could see only darkness but could hear lawnmowers and the sounds of children shouting nearby. Oh no, I concluded. They've organized some kind of youth uprising and I am their first hostage. Wonderful!
Finally we stopped. The girls let go and I found myself standing alone. I had yet to try and free my hands but decided that would likely be futile anyhow. I only wished they hadn't blindfolded me so well. I strained to listen to things around me. Where was I?
"Cmon up here," a new voice urged me.
"What?" I stammered. "Come where? I can't see!" I found the faintest bit of panic beginning to set in, but was determined not to give in. I didn't want to ruin it for the girls and didn't want to embarass myself.
"Just walk," Gina called out to me. "Use your instincts."
Use my instincts? My instincts told me I was in big trouble. But I calmed myself and, after a few halting moments, took a few steps forward, probing the ground ahead of me with my feet. After I had taken about ten, hesitant steps, I felt a bush rub against my bare legs.
Enough was enough. Where was I? What were they gonna do with me?
"Cmon y all," I heard myself say. "I can't see anything. I'm gonna hurt myself!"
Sun Jun 06 01:03:00 1999Dudalb,
How soon they forget, I had that story on my site,
but received so much shit from some non americans,
how I was dissing Canuck by not posting my stories
here, that I got pissed and deleted everything.What I post here now is typed directly into the
posting box, or cut and pasted from Canuck's
archives, like your post from a year ago, no
attempts at html, just a carriage/line return at
the end of the paragraph for spacing. Other than
that, it is just the automatic, built in features.Beleive me the box is full, edge to edge (53
spaces) when I hit post. Don't ask me why it turns
out the way it does. But, that is the major reason
I started my own page. My system works just fine
on angelfire, dreambook. and the wrestling boards.I agree that for most kids tieing adults is just
game playing, but, when you get sexually mature
teenagers concentrating on tieing up their mothers
then there is definitely something else going on.
I guess if she walked in on her kids and their
friends and joined in, it could be okay, I could
even understand somebody being obsessed with his
mother's friend and tieing them both up as part of
a plan to get to the friend, (DIDN'T SAY IT WAS
OK, JUST UNDERSTANDABLE) but just the two of them?
Okay, the above was 27 lines in four paragraphs
when I hit post.maddog
Sun Jun 06 02:40:19Part IV (almost finished)
There was a minute of silence during which time I steadfastly refused to try and free myself, somehow sensing my every action was now being observed. And after that silence, I found I was right. I heard the rush of footsteps coming towards me, a lot of them!! I could just stand there, blind and helpless before whatever was about to befall me.
I felt tiny hands encircling my arms and legs and heard familiar voices calling me by name. Every kid in the neighborhood must be here, I decided. At first I felt a tad bit embarassed, but then felt relief at knowing I wasn't alone with my two kidnappers."Guess who!!" I heard a familiar voice It was 9 year old Faith. she hugged me around the middle. "What happened to you?"
"We kidnapped him!" I heard Kayla proclaim and that was followed by a cheer from the assembly. It sounded like there were hundreds of them.
"Yeah!" another voice, one I recognized as Faith's younger sister, Beth. "Let's keep him prisoner!!" More cheers. I couldn't repress a smile but wondered if all the racket would draw the attention of parents. Apparently it didn't. They led me to a grassy area and sat me down and had a town meeting with me sitting there, bound and blindfolded in their midst. After a few hours or so, they let me go, but pledged to snatch me again sometime. After that day, I washed my jeep at the local car wash!!!
Sun Jun 06 02:00:54 1999Dudalb,
Just want to make sure you don't misunderstand my
last post, we were about the same ages when we
tied our moms up, different generations, but abouT
the same age, I don't remember any sexual
connotations on my part, and I'm pretty sure therE
weren't any on your part.Renee,
Very interesting post.
One thing, how old was your son at the time?
You mentioned 15, is that now or when it happeneD?I am intrigued by the "just to see what all the
fuss is about" remarK.Back about 15 years or so ago, a letter to BondagE
Life mentioned that in certain parts of the
country, teen bondage parties were all the rage,
if she let you tie her up, it showed she trusted
and cared about you. We had a teenage girl back
then and my wife carefully asked her about it.
Wasn't happening where we lived, or, at least not
in our high school. But, now, as I write this, thE
timeframe does seem to jibe with Dudalb's high
school stories. Maybe something like that is goinG
on in your son's school. My baby just graduated
from college, so I am a little out of touch with
what is going on in high school nowdays.The words that end with capital letters ended
right at the right hand margin of the post box
when I hit postmaddog
Sun Jun 06 21:12:59 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Teen bondage parties?!?
Wow! I like. I like very much.
Don't need no drugs to get your high!!!
They must have been the days....
Now if I could just figure out how to invent a time machine to take me back to those good old days....
BTW, what issue of Bondage Life was that? Does anybody recall reading that letter? If so, could you let me know what issue it was? Thanx
mason
Sun Jun 6 11:33:27 EDT 1999Hey Maddog, I think I finally figured out your problem. You said:
"just a carriage/line return at
the end of the paragraph for spacing. "Does this mean that when you went to the end of the line, you hit return? Or did you just mean at the end of the paragraph? If it's the latter, no need to answer.
Another question I have, what browser program are you using, that may make a difference...I use AOL's, which is basically IE 4.0. What do you, or others, use?
Jeff
Sun Jun 06 14:51:08 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Robert,
Could you tell more about the other times you were tied up and when your friend Pam was tied up? Did they ever tie your feet also or just your hands? Were your wrists crossed?
I'd appreciate more details, if possible, please!
Jazz411
jazz411@epix.net
Sun Jun 06 14:54:22 1999Jeff, Dudalb
Man, talk about over looking the obvious. My
input to the post box goes in as 10 pitch, but
when it shows up on the page it has been somehow
magically converted to 12 pitch spacing, but still
with the original 10 pitch auto wrap. That is why
it looks like it does.
I do not do anything with the pitch, do not know
how with this system. I just go to the input box
and start pecking away.
Your guess is a lot better than mine on how to fix
this.Jason/Zorro/whatever
If this a a work it is pretty pathetic, go to the
news groups and see how the big boys do it. there
are people over there who dummy up chatroom visits
and post them to prove their seperate identities.
also ones who forge e-mail addresses, just so they
can have flame wars with themselves.maddog
Sun Jun 6 19:34:49 EDT 1999Sharon! Even though none of your stories are on this page, I thought this would be where you'd most likely read a message. I'm really interested in hearing about the rest of you escapades with your roommate, uncensored that is. Please e-mail me!
James Bound...(i'm so clever)
MrMunkyMan@aol.com
Sun Jun 6 19:49:19 EDT 1999James,
wouldn't you think that since she posts on the College site, she would read stuff on the college site?
Mon Jun 07 05:06:32 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Maddog: I hope you figure your posting-system out!
You seem to have a few decent views on this board and its' subjects
Mon Jun 07 05:14:17 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999,come on! Post your stories here, you're welcome!
And to everyone else posting;
if bugs crash and smash into your windshield/screen, don't get out to wipe them away, you've got wipers to do that for you!
Shit doesn't stick, it wipes out.PH
Sun Jun 6 21:27:12 PDT 1999
Cheers all, I am glad you enjoyed my friends story, She told me she had been posting our first story on this site and I wanted to continue where she left out.
She left you at the point that I led her to some place in my house. Well, I am not going to give the details of where it was in the house (sorry darling I know how much you want to know) but I will continue the story.
I led her to a place in my house that had a raither large pole. Perfect for tying someone to. I had the advantage on her (for once) because she was not only blindfolded she could not bitch about it.
I told put her up against the pole and told her to put her hands behind her, I grabbed her wrists and used a silk scarf to tie her wrists together. Then I grabbed some rope and tied her arms and wrists to the pole, securing knots in about three places, making her wrists unusable.
I tied her ankles together and then laced rope up her legs and ties that to the pole. I smiled at my handy work and said, "Alright, you have untill noon (It was 11:30) to get free, you get free, you can tie me up. You don't, we will take a brak for lunch, but you will have to eat it blindfolded, then I get to tie you up all I want for the rest of the day."
Goalie Girls' Hunter
Send it to her- goaliegirl@iname.com
Sun Jun 6 21:41:39 PDT 1999Knowing that she was one not to be chicken when it comes to a bet I knew it was going to be one interesting day. I left the room for untill about 11:50. (Yes GG, I was there) She was struggling to free herself but to no avail. I stood there quitley watching herself struggle untill the clock struck noon.
"Finally got you stumped didn't I?" I asked
She nodded as I un-did the binds. I pulled her gag out last and she reached for the blindfold.
"What are you doing? You lost the bet. As much as I know you hate not knowing where you are, or what is coming next you are mine."
Goalie Girl is one of those people who will take her lumps when she has been had, this time she knew she had been had.
I sat her down at the kitchen table while I fixed tuna sandwiches for us. It was quite amuzing trying to watch her eat her food while blindfolded. That girl may be a hockey goalie, but she had no coordiation when her sight is gone.
Once lunch was over I led her out to my backyard for the next tie-game.
"What are....?" I think she was going to ask what I was about to do but she could not. I stuffed a wad of socks into her mouth and secured them with an ace bandage.
I wanted to have some fun for getting tickle tourtured the night before and the house had an automatic sprinkler system was just the tool I needed.
I stuck some tent stakes into the ground and told her to lie down.
I tied her legs together with a silk scarf and tied the ends to the tent stakes. I tied her wrists together the same way. Then I turned on the automatic sprinkler system.
"Youll have about 10 minuets before the sprinkler turns on there. You get out, you are not only dry but you get to tie me up for the rest of the day. I win, you are not only tied up, but I get to have some fun while I am doing it."Goalie Girl's Hunter
Sun Jun 6 23:29:22 PDT 1999Marie and Renee:
I had a good experience being tied up. My husband likes to tie me up when I get home from work, and then leave me there for a bit to struggle. Danny came home from school early and found me on the floor. I mmmmpphhhed for him to untie me, but he just smiled and watched me struggle for a few mintues, but not for long. He helped me to my feet and took hold of a long piece of rope hanging from my wrists. I hopped to a couch (while he held the rope) and sat down. Gently, he untied and ungagged me. I think he liked being my rescuer.Ashley
Mon Jun 07 07:17:27Jazz, Pam and I were "kidnapped" several times that summer. the girls were rather fond of us and we felt the same way about them. In fact, our kidnappers were more like surrogate mothers to us since both Pam and I had "mothers" with somewhat dubious mothering skills (mine was an alcoholic and I suspect Pam's was too) We really enjoyed our encounters with them, even when they didn't kidnap us (which they usually did, eventually - even though we sometimes had to ask them to). Pam really got into the "kidnap" game, and on the day we could not find the girls (recall that we never did know exactly where their hangout was since we were ALWAYS blindfolded while there) she asked me to kidnap her instead. So I would tie her hands behind her back and blindfold her and lead her around the house and the neighborhood for hours at a time. Our parents never seemed to be around and so we had the run of the place. Pam wore shorts almost all the time, Jazz, and so I almost never tied her feet or legs because one time, when I did, she got rope burns. The two of us were very close and the very thought of hurting her in any way - well, I just wouldn't do it. As to our kidnappers, I cannot say for sure what they did all the time, because the very first thing they did was blindfold me. I think one time they did tie Pam's ankles because, in their words, she was being "a little stinker" and trying to move around even though she was securely bound and blindfolded. But usually they would just blindfold us and tie our hands behind us. They were experts at that, too, because I was never able to free myself. And yes, our hands were crossed and it felt like they used strips of cloth to do the tying. Their thought, apparently, was that so long as were blindfolded real well (and we ALWAYS WERE) and our hands were tied securely behind our backs, then we weren't going to be able to escape. We were just little kids, remember. Aside from the fact that one of the girls was always with us (they were always feeding us or holdin
Robert
Mon Jun 07 09:12:01 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999I do welcome any comments or questions that anyone has because as I have said before, this is my memory and I might skip things in the story that I assumed were obvious. Feel free to use the email address, if you flame me too much I’ll simply filter you out.
One final comment: To all new readers of this forum, please ignore the empty spaces between stories that are commonly filled with childish insults designed to incite outrage. That’s the problem with having an open forum, you can’t filter the trash from the jewels.
Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 1
During that semi-lucid state while you are dreaming and not dreaming when you can work things that actually occur into a dream, I felt or dreamt someone placing something around my wrists. As the feelings increased the dream fled and reality slowly came into view. When I finally opened my eyes, Nancy was already finishing tying my arms to the corners of the small bed.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I yelled.
“It’s 10:00 in the morning, lazy bones, and I have already asked Mom about my plan. She says its OK with her,” Nancy announced.
“Can’t I even get up and use the restroom and take a shower?” I asked.
“Not yet,” she said as she tied my ankles to the corner of the bed.
She then took some long sheets and pulled them over my torso and secured them to the sides of the bed so that I couldn’t raise up. She then came in with a plastic bucket filled with some liquid which she hung above the bed from one of the beams that supported the ceiling. I was getting worried because I feared she would drench me with it. Then she brought a long plastic tube and put it in the bucket and attached it there with some tape.Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Mon Jun 07 09:18:12 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 2
“Now, here’s the game, once you finish drinking this bucket of lemonade I will release you. There is only about 3 or 4 quarts of lemonade.” she said and she placed the tube in my mouth. I immediately began to drink the lemonade but the height of the bucket created a siphon which continued to pour liquid into my mouth. I soon discovered that I could halt the flow using my tongue so I wasn’t too troubled.
“How does it taste?” Nancy asked.
I nodded my head in approval because I was unable to talk because if I did the lemonade would spill out of my mouth.
“Don’t worry I didn’t put anything in it but lemonade mix and sugar,” she explained, “I wouldn’t never try to poison you.”
She then placed a blindfold over my eyes, and then began placing strips of tape around the tube attaching it to my face so I couldn’t remove it.
“I wouldn’t want you to spit out the tube and get lemonade all over the mattress. I’ll come in every few minutes to see if you have finished the lemonade,” Nancy said, “once you do I’ll untie you.”
I was really wondering what Nancy was up to as I gulped down the lemonade. I was pretty sure I could drain the bucket in 15 or 20 minutes. Eventually I was pulling bubbles through the tube and the bucket was empty. After what had to of been 20 more minutes Nancy still hadn’t come back and I was really needing to use the restroom by now. The sheet she had wrapped around my torso was putting pressure on my bladder compounding the problem. Soon my body was screaming for release. Then it dawned on me, she is going to make me promise something before untying me. Just then I heard her walk up the ladder into the loft. She pressed her hand down on my belly and I almost wet my pants, groaning with pain.Ex-Leech
Mon Jun 07 09:20:17 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 3
“Well I guess you finished the lemonade, would you like me to let you go now?” she asked sarcastically.
I nodded my head vigorously.
“All you have to do is to let me tie you up two more times today. OK.” she said.
I shook my head no, I wasn’t going to be forced into promises.
“All right then,” she said while she was rummaging around in the room. I felt her tying another sheet over my torso but this time she unmercifully tightened it putting even more pressure on my bladder.
“Are you ready to promise yet?” she asked.
I was trying to drive myself into the mattress to get away from the pressure of the sheet so I didn’t really acknowledge her question.
“Well, what’s it going to be, your promise, or do I come back in a couple of hours,” she said with a frustrated tone in her voice.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand two hours of this so I nodded my head vigorously.
She released my legs slowly and then removed the tube from my mouth and all the tape. Then she removed the sheets which greatly added to my relief. Finally she released my hands and I sprinted to the bathroom. I locked the door and took my time taking a shower while I was in there. When I walked back upstairs to get changed Nancy had cleaned up everything and made my bed. She told me to get dressed for walking and left the loft. When I walked downstairs she threw some nylon socks at me and told me to put them on. She then ordered me to put my hands behind my back. She tied my wrists together and also wrapped rope around my elbows forcing my back straight. The socks protected my wrists from the rope. Next she wrapped a rope around my waist which pinned my arms to my back, she used the trailing edge to pull me along using it like a leash. Then she blindfolded me.
“OK, let’s go,” she said as she grabbed a large duffel bag and threw it over her shoulder.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see, or I guess won’t see,” she stated simpEx-Leech
Mon Jun 07 09:20:46 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 4
As we stepped out of the cabin we walked for about 100 yards when Nancy stopped and begun to spin me around and around, she then continued on. We walked for at least an hour, it was a nice day, and I would of enjoyed the walk except that my arms were bound behind my back and I couldn’t see anything.
Eventually she stopped.
She removed the blindfold and untied my arms. “OK, here’s the deal, you owe me one more tie up because of your promise today, but if you can find your way back to the cabin without my help than your debt will be paid and I will be next. If you don’t than you have to do anything I want you to do tomorrow. Deal?” she said
“This sounds like fun, and I think I can find my way back so I agree on one condition,” I responded.
“You and your conditions, OK, what is it?” she said sounding a little miffed.
“We tie up your mom before the trip is through. I know we have to be tied and successfully escape first but we should be able to do that.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nancy hesitated, “my Mom is pretty smart and she played these games when she was a kid.”
“Well if you don’t agree to my condition than I won’t agree to yours,” I said stubbornly. “Even if I win we still have to do it, OK.”
“Fine,” Nancy finally said, “but don’t be surprised if it doesn’t turn out like you thought.”
The first thing I did was head for a high point to see if I could get my bearings and possibly the road or stream that led to our cabin. I got to a high place and then climbed a tree. I got really lucky. I saw some smoke in the distance and I headed straight for it. The look of disappointment on Nancy’s face told me that I was heading in the right direction. When we got back I thanked Mr. Mason for deciding to burn the trash. He laughed and said that it was no problem..Nancy was really disappointed that her grand plan had not worked out the way she thought it would.Ex-Leech
Mon Jun 07 09:21:23 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999
Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 5
I decided that I would forego my tie up on Nancy for the possibility of getting to tie up Mrs. Mason. I brought my plan to Nancy and she shrugged and said that she was willing if her Mom was. Consequently I found myself asking Mrs. Mason what it would take for her to let us tie her up.
“Oh, I told you already, you both would have to escape after I tie you up,” she said with a matter of fact attitude.
“Well, when do you want to try?” Nancy asked.
“Tomorrow morning, I’ll give it a try, then while Dad and I are on our walk you can attempt escape, if you are free by the time we return from our walk than you win.” Mrs. Mason explained.
Nancy and I tried to plan how we could escape. We talked about hiding knives and what positions we could easily get out of, but we couldn’t plan much because we didn’t know how or where her Mom planned to tie us. We went to bed that night filled with thoughts over what Mrs. Mason would do.
The next morning after breakfast, Mrs. Mason told us to put on long sleeved shirt and long pants. I just grabbed some sweats and a sweatshirt while Nancy dressed in a sweatshirt and black tights. By this time Mrs. Mason had collected the things she needed and told us to follow her outside. She was carrying an armload of cloth and rope. When we got to an area between two pine trees she gave us each a pair of nylon socks and told us to put them on over our shirt cuffs, which we did. Then she told us to stand back to back.
“OK now we see just how rusty I am, it has been a long time since I’ve done this,” she said with a bit of enthusiasm in her voice.
Once we were back to back she stepped back with a critical look in her eyes. “Nancy, go put on some high heels or the tallest shoes you have, and you, take off your shoes.”
I assumed she was trying to get us as close to the same height as possible. I was becoming a little concerned due to the amount of forethought she was putting intoEx-Leech
Mon Jun 07 09:21:54 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 6
When Nancy returned she was wearing some shoes with a higher heel but were almost like platforms. Now I was only about an inch taller than Nancy. Then Mrs. Mason again told us to stand back to back with one arm extended. I was told to place my hand to the back of Nancy’s hand and she wrapped our wrists with rope. Once she had cinched up one side, we were told to repeat that with the other. We were now attached at the wrists. She then attached our arms at the elbows and cinched the ropes between them.
“I guess you were right, Nancy,” I commented over my shoulder.
“Told ya so,” Nancy responded.
“Hey no talking you two,” Mrs. Mason said, “looks like the gag is going to have to come a little early.”
She took a scarf and placed a ball in it and then forced it between my teeth and tied it behind my head. She did the same for Nancy but when she tied it behind her head she intertwined it through my gag and tied it off which pulled our necks together which limited our movement dramatically. Next she put our down and tied our arms to our sides by looping rope around our arms. She also tied ropes to our arms on one side and tied it to our arms on the other side. She repeated this with our arms except the rope went behind us which eliminated any movement of our arms from moving forward or backward. Next she tied my leg to Nancy’s leg for both our right and left sides then cinched our legs together as well as to each other. By this time it was becoming very difficult to keep our balance. I guess Mrs. Mason noticed this because she took some cloth and made a harness that passed under our arms and tied it to a branch that was above us. Then she pulled out something that basically eliminated any hope of our escape, as if we had any hope by this time.Ex-Leech
Mon Jun 07 09:22:17 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Parental Involvement Round 3 Part 7
It was a roll of saran wrap. She started at our feet, and wrapped it about 3 layers thick up and down our bodies from our necks to our ankles. We could barely wiggle, but Mrs. Mason wasn’t finished. She took a roll of gray duct tape and reinforced the saran wrap with duct tape. She didn’t cover the saran wrap completely just placed some strips at our ankles, knees, and waists. But still Mrs. Mason wasn’t finished. She took two blindfolds out and placed them over our eyes.
“OK, you two, have fun. I’ll be back in about 3 or 4 hours,” she said with a laugh in her voice. Nancy immediately began to struggle by arching her back and tugging at the ropes. The more she struggled the more uncomfortable I became, so I attempted to resist her bucking around because I knew that she wasn’t gaining anything by struggling. We were really stuck, and the day was getting warm. Inside our plastic cocoon it was becoming twice as hot. The time seemed to drag on Nancy and I began to try and communicate by talking around our gags, but they were so tight that we often misunderstood each other. I think Nancy mentioned her feet were hurting, and was generally complaining. I was just trying to work on any knots that were within my grasp. I only succeeded in getting a finger sized hole in the saran wrap when Mrs. Mason returned.
“Well I guess you two lose the game,” she said laughing. “I’ll untie you now.”
Once she had stripped off the saran wrap and untied us she smiled and said, “Better luck next time”I haven’t thought of a title for the next post, but it involves the ride home from the mountains. I have no idea when it will be posted. Hopefully soon. Keep posting everyone.
Ex-Leech
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Mon Jun 07 16:25:55 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999I guess I’ll go ahead and post this now, since it is the last adventure of our time in the mountains.
The Ride Home Part 1
I was really disappointed that Mrs. Mason had outfoxed us last in the last tie-up and Nancy was upset with her last tie up she did to me. Therefore we called it even and basically had fun for the couple of days that remained of the trip. When we packed up to go home, we left most of what we brought for future trips in the cabin and there was very little luggage or supplies in the car which gave Nancy and I plenty of room to stretch out. The night before I didn’t get much sleep because I was helping Mr. Mason batten down the hatches so when we were ready to go, late in the morning, the next day I really was tired and I planned on sleeping most of the way home.
Nancy was determined to keep me awake though. Everytime I nodded off she would tickle me or shove her smelly feet in my nose. Finally when I was just about asleep and she pushed me off my seat I had had enough. I stood up and went to ask Mrs. Mason a question who was driving while Mr. Mason slept like I wanted to. I asked her quietly if I could tie Nancy up if she woke me up again while I was trying to sleep.
“Sure,” she said, “if Nancy is just doing it to be mean. You should get her out of the way for a while. The ropes are back there somewhere.”
I went back to my bench seat and laid down, I noticed that Nancy had went back to her seat and was reading her book. I was just about asleep and was at the point where I wasn’t noticing anything around me when Nancy dug her fingernails into my armpits. I awoke with a yell and immediately tackled her. After a brief struggle, and dodging her fingernails, I was finally on top of her back.Ex-Leech
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Mon Jun 07 16:39:56 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999The Ride Home Part 2
She was face down and yelling for me to get off of her. We were in the back of the Chevy Blazer or Bronco or whatever it was, and I reached for the chest that was sitting in the back underneath some pillows and sleeping bags and stuff. I grabbed a bunch of cloth and began to wrap it around her wrists and elbows. She was hollering her head off but it was muffled somewhat by the floor and the close proximity of some blankets and pillows. I then turned her over and stuffed a bunch of cloth in her mouth and wrapped several pieces over her mouth until they no longer cleaved her lips but covered them completely. This greatly reduced her struggles and her efforts caused her nostrils to flare widely with each breath. Her legs were still pounding me in the back so I grabbed them and used some rope to tie her ankles together, using the remaining rope I strapped her ankles to her thighs and also around her waist to keep the rope from slipping down. I then cinched that binding with some scarves from the trunk. She was now in a pseudo hog-tie since her hands were not tied to her legs at all. Now I took more rope and wrapped it around her knees which I then wrapped over her neck which pulled her knees up to her chest. Then using some thin strips of cloth I tied her thumbs together and then her big toes together. Then I tied the cinching ropes of her thumbs to the cinching ropes of her big toes which I hoped would keep her completely immobile. I then tied her knees together which kept her from sitting up. I then began arranging the few suitcases and boxes that were in the back and stacked them around Nancy’s bound form. I took a couple of blankets and tucked them around her body so she wouldn’t be bouncing around and it also muffled her grunts. I tossed a couple of pillows into the cubby on top of her and went to lay down and go to sleep. I noticed she was wiggling so she wasn’t in danger of suffocating, especially since she was cEx-Leech
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Mon Jun 07 16:40:29 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999The Ride Home Part 3
I woke up a couple of hours later, and we had just stopped for a bathroom break. I checked on Nancy and she was sleeping peacefully, though she looked a little sweaty, so I left her where she was and went back to sleep. I woke again after another hour and Mrs. Mason told me I should let Nancy go. I removed the boxes and Nancy’s was groaning through her gag. I released her bonds, leaving the gag until last.
“It got so hot and cramped back there, jerk!” she exclaimed.
“Well you woke me up several times and even knocked me off the chair, I was just trying to get some sleep.” I responded, “and I did finally.”
She glared at me, “Well were not even anymore buddy, I owe you one.”That’s the end of a very fun camping trip with the Masons. This experience begins the summer of games when Nancy begins to recruit girls from the neighborhood to kidnap me and a couple of my friends. It turns into a complex game of stealth and subterfuge which was a lot of fun. Trouble is, there were more girls than boys in the neighborhood. Too bad for us.
Ex-Leech
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Mon Jun 07 22:09:05 1999Person at GMT-0600 (Canada Central Standard Time) 1999 Grow up
Droman
Mon Jun 07 23:11:51 Est (Heure d'été) 1999Hi everyone!
As you may have noticed already, I have deleted some innapropriate posts from this page. I'm sorry they stayed on the page for so long: I had no access to the Internet for the last week and a half (I was on vacation...) But I'm back, and I'll be fast at erasing things if necessary.
But in the meantime, I see that we got some very good stories again. Thanks everyone.
That will be all for tonight, as I am recovering from jetlag. See you.
Canuck100
Canuck100@hotmail.com
Tue Jun 8 00:07:46 EDT 1999Canuck, it's great to have you back! I wish posters wouldn't make it necessary for you to have to clean up their electronic barfing, but I'm glad your are up to the task.
Hopefully, your current viligance will encourge these thespian challenged individuals to do their posting on the wrestling forum or some other appropriate forum. Anyway, I'm grateful for the forum and for your taste on what is appropriate.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Mon Jun 07 23:47:06 1999won't be bothering anyone anymore
maddog
Tue Jun 8 06:44:34 EDT 1999::listens to Charlie:: In English, please?!
Glad to have you back Canuck, we definatly missed ya.
Jeff
Tue Jun 08 08:53:38 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999I noticed that I cut off a portion of my story.
The last line of "The Ride Home Part 2" should read;
"I noticed she was wiggling so she wasn’t in danger of suffocating, especially since she was close to the back door where there were gaps which air would come through."
Sorry about that.
P. S. Welcome back Canuck, I thought you'd placed your page in the hands of the infidels.
Ex-Leech
Tue Jun 08 19:52:25 GMT Daylight Time 1999Jeff, With due respect Charlie posted using marvellous English. A pleasant change from much of the slang nonsense from some quarters (maybe I could suggest these people are speaking American!) Notwithstanding this comment, I will have my second story posted before the week is out. This follows much positive response to my previous post.
I too am glad of your return Canuck. Welcome back.Highfield
sbryan@cwcom.net
Tue Jun 8 17:27:34 CDT 1999I'd like to join the others in saying that I'm glad that you're back, Canuck. I'd also like to thank you for cleaning up the site, it was in need of it. Thanks!
Dorren
Wed Jun 09 01:21:41 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999It's good to have you back Canuck! Some things really needed to be erased here.
I join the others saying there have been some good, interesting stories posted lately. None mentioned, none forgotten, you all know who you are!
BTW, I watched "Sirens" the other night. A truly great film. It's great to know that some good things come out of Australia, huh Mase?
Wed Jun 09 01:36:01 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Double Dare
Part IA few days after my first adventure with the Green Rope, there was a sleep-over at Joe’s. We would spend the night in the boat house and had been allowed by the adults to take care of ourselves, no interference from them. It would be me, Joe and his younger brother Peter, and his cousins Sarah and Jenny. Little brother Hank was not allowed to sleep in the boat house as he usually woke up in the night and wanted to sleep in his parents’ bed. We had sleeping bags and mattresses to put on the floor.
We had been given provisions for a late night feast, sandwiches, crisps, sodas and Joe’s Mother’s all-time favourite: the healthy fruit-salad. (yuck)The others were only allowed candy on Saturdays, but I had managed to sneak a small paperbag containing salt-liquorice, wine-gums and other assorted candy with me in my sleeping bag. Orders were given that lights-out were to be at midnight. We left the main house at around eight in the evening and went over to the boat house. We took a quick swim in the lake before going inside. After we had changed into jeans and sweaters, out came the sodas and crisps, and we settled down to tell ghost stories and talk about this and that.
The subject soon turned to my recent tie-up. The girls thought I had looked very silly squirming around on the floor, blindfolded, gagged and surrounded by endless coils of the Green Rope. They also mocked me for not getting free. This of course led to a dare. I challenged them and said that I bet they wouldn’t get free tied up like I had been. Cocky as they were they accepted the dare. We decided not to use the Green Rope, as I didn’t want to cut it in two. It had been unfair for only one of them to be tied with it. Instead Joe brought several of his long cotton ropes from the bottom floor.
PH
Wed Jun 09 01:37:03 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Double Dare
Part IIWe ordered the girls to position themselves face down on the floor, hands behind their backs. I tied Sarah and Joe tied Jenny. We used fairly thin rope for their wrists and tied them crossed. When their hands were secured we helped them sit up. Both girls had wet hair after the swim and they both had trouble with strands of hair falling across their faces. Sarah blew them away with an irritated frown on her face. It looked really funny. She asked me to put a rubber band in her hair to keep it from her face, and being a gentleman even at that tender age, I obliged. Joe did the same for Jenny.
With our prisoners sitting on the floor we tied their arms to their bodies using thicker rope. We tied their bare feet with the same sort of rope and used pretty much of it on their legs. At last came Joe’s invention, the rope going from the feet, past the hands and fastened to the rope binding their arms. We admired our work. Two cute girls in jeans and sweaters, tightly tied and totally helpless (we thought).
-Well, girls, Joe said. We have to gag and blindfold you so you can’t talk to each other or see the hidden file.
-OK, but not one of your old socks in my mouth, said Jenny.
-Don’t worry, you’ll get a nice clean piece of cloth, Joe said.
-Open wide.And Jenny did. He stuffed a rolled up piece of cloth in her mouth and tied a bandana over it, pressing the cloth deep in her mouth. As he tied it in her neck, Jenny bit down on the bandana, rolled her wide open eyes looking really scared and made some muffled grunts from behind her gag. She was acting the perfect kidnap-victim. I gagged Sarah in the same way. At last we blindfolded them.
PH
Wed Jun 09 01:38:26 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Double Dare
Part IIIWe put the file they would have to find to free themselves against the back-wall of the room. I dragged Sarah away from Jenny and we spun them around a couple of times, holding their feet. Then we joined Peter on the sofa for an hour of entertainment.
The girls started their escape-attempt by rolling over on their sides first, and then on their stomachs. The rope connecting their feet and arms tightened and their legs were bent at the knees, not very much, but making it more difficult for them to move on the floor. They tried to communicate with funny-sounding muffled grunts and other noises.
-Gwglmgbwgh!
-Mphgahga!
(Not a very intelligent conversation!)I thought this was a good time to start on the candy I had hidden in my sleeping bag, but to my surprise it was gone. I asked Joe and Peter, but they didn’t know anything. Our eyes immediately turned to the two bound and gagged girls on the floor. I went over to Sarah and kneeled beside her. I asked her in my best villain-voice:
-You don’t happen to know anything about my candy, do you?
-Mghwa, mghwa, she shook her head.
-If you don’t tell me where it is, I’ll have to tickle you, I said.I removed her gag.
-I don’t know anything about the stupid candy, she said, but I sensed she did.
-Then I’ll have to tickle you, I said.PH
Wed Jun 09 01:40:33 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Double Dare
Part IVI grabbed her ankles and started to tickle her feet. She immediately curled her toes, but that didn’t help. Tickle-torture was almost obligatory in our tie-up games, and I knew exactly how ticklish Sarah was. Joe and Peter helped me out by poking their fingers in her sides and soon we found out that the candy was hidden on a shelf in the big book-case. Sarah was gagged again and we continued to watch our poor prisoners wriggling around on the floor, trying to escape.
The girls were very sporty and had good physique, so they managed quite well to twist and turn around on the floor. They soon found out that the best way to move around was when they were on their sides. They could use their legs for leverage and push themselves forward. When they were on their stomachs, their feet didn’t touch the floor, and moving was difficult. Continuously making silly sounds behind their gags they crawled towards the walls, Sarah to the back-wall and Jenny to the wall opposite the sofa we sat in.
When Sarah reached the back-wall she turned around so that her bound hands were to the wall. She slowly moved along the wall and soon her hands found the file. It was the kind of file you use to polish off the rough ends and corners of a piece of wood before sanding it. It was about six inches long and one side was flat, the other convex. Triumphantly Sarah called to her sister to tell her the good news:
-Found it, found it, I think she tried to say.
-Ghaowgig, ghaowgig, was what came out.PH
Wed Jun 09 01:41:42 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Double Dare
Part VSarah was always a very good escape-artist and now she took the file in one of her hands, holding the handle between her thumb and forefinger, the blade resting on the rope binding her crossed wrists. By turning her wrist up and down she managed to file away on the rope. A file is not the best tool to use when cutting rope, but we thought a knife would be too dangerous. You could easily cut yourself when tied up and blindfolded. After about fifteen minutes she had cut through the rope.
She got up in a sitting position and twisted her hands in front of her and could get the gag and blindfold off her face. Now she could tell Jenny she was free.
-Mbwglgh, came the cheerful response from Jenny.
Sarah still had a lot of rope to get out of, but eventually she was completely free and could untie her sister. The girls had pulled off winning the dare, and I shared some of the candy with them. The fruit salad was left untouched…
PH
Tue Jun 8 19:26:58 PDT 1999Welcome back Canuck!Glad you have returned, some of the posters here needed to be told by the sheriff to get out of Dodge....
Highfield:looking forward to your story! But please no comments about Engish usage from the country that gave us the Spice Girls...
Maddog. Please don't leave!....dudalb
Tue Jun 8 20:29:49 PDT 1999My name is Shula. It’s not my real name but that is what my cousin Dudalb calls me. Dudalb has written about the time he and I tied up my mom, who Dudalb calls Aunt Judith. Mom got even by tying up Dudalb and me. Dudalb suggested that I tell you the stories are in August archives. This story is about an adventure that happened to mom and me a few years after Dudalb’s story.
I was 17 and made extra money in the summer by babysitting. I was about 5’7, had red hair, and was wearing shorts and a T-shirt on the day this happened. I definitely took after my Dad, the brother of Dudalb’s mom, in appearance. My background is like a plot for a bad situation comedy—My Dad was Irish, and my Mom Jewish. I take pride in being the most Celtic looking Jew you’ll ever see! My kid sister, Moira, took after my Mom in looks. She was 13 years old at the time.
The kids I was going to baby-sit were 12,10, and 9. One girl and two boys—the 12 year old being a boy. Their house was being painted, so they would be dropped off at my house for the day. I knew the kids—their family went to the same synagogue Mom and I went to, they seemed like normal kids, and I was expecting a easy time.
The kids arrived at the same time Mom was leaving for work. I noticed that the 12-year-old boy, who I will call Fred, was staring at Mom. I was used to this and from men of all ages. At an early age I realized that most men found Mom attractive. She was tall, had black hair down to her shoulders, and looked strikingly like Mimi Rogers, the Mom in the “Lost In Space” film. Mom on this day was dressed in a business suit with coat and a dress that came down halfway between her knees and her ankles.
Mom was conservative in dressing for work. Mom left and I was left alone with my charges. Granted Moira was there but I had doubts whose side she would be on in any situation.Shula
Tue Jun 8 20:39:32 PDT 1999Most of the day was quiet. The kids were watching TV or playing in the backyard, I was reading or playing a game on the family computer—a rarity in those days. (Mom had a degree in computer science when the computer science courses were a small section within the department of engineering at universities. She Jokes the she programmed her first computer in Roman Numerals). The clock reached 3.15 about an hour before Mom would get home. I thought I was home free.
I was sitting on the porch reading when I heard my sister Moira’s voice call out “Sis, can you come up here for a minute? I can’t figure out how to get this thing sewn on”. Moira was learning how to sew as I had a couple years before. I walked upstairs to Moira’s room. When I walked thought the door I felt something pushed into my back: ”Hands up! This is a robbery” I heard a voice shout out. I turned out and saw all 4 kids, including my loyal, loving, sister wearing Bandanas or masks and pointing water pistols or super soaks at me. “Do as we say and no one gets hurt!”
“Getting kind of old for this aren’t you Moira?” I said.
“ Just lie face down on the bed if you don’t want to get it!” Moira said.
“Yeah! Lie down or else” Fred said.
I decided to go along. I did not want to get into a fight about it, and knew the kids were just being kids and would not do anything really outrageous. I suspected that tying me up was the next step, but I had been involved with tie up games in summer camp, aside from Dudalb’s and my practical joke on Mom—which Mom had in turn played on us.
I lay face down on the bed and was less then shocked when I felt my hands being pulled behind me and rope being wrapped around them. “Not too tight” Moira said. ”We don’t want to hurt our hostage!”
Shula
Tue Jun 8 20:40:48 PDT 1999“Thanks, Moira” I said trying to sound sarcastic. I also knew a gag was coming, and decided to use my power of speech while I had the chance.
I was also not surprised when I tested the ropes after the kids were done and found them snug. Moira knew the ropes when it came to tying (no joke intended, honest!) and would have corrected any mistakes the others made. Moira then pulled me up so I was in a sitting position. She held a sock and a roll of adhesive tape in her hands.
“All right Miss Smarty Pants, open wide!”
“Mom will be home soon,” I said, “So nothing rough, you Maziks!”
Mazik is a Yiddish word meaning mischievous Kid and was a favorite of my mom when we kids were up to minor mischief. But having said this I opened my mouth. The sock went in—at least it was clean-followed by a couple strips of adhesive tape over the mouth. It was a simple but effective gag.
“Take her downstairs” Moira said. With that they stood me up and led me out the door and down the stairs, hands tied behind an adhesive tape gag over my mouth.
I began to wonder why they were marching me downstairs. I thought that most kids would have finished tying me up in the bedroom. But I decided to wait and see. Actually there was not much else I could do tied and gagged the way I was.
When we got downstairs to the living room they sat me down on the couch and tied my ankles tightly together. Then Fred took a long rope and wound it around my body several times and tied it tightly. My arms were now firmly attached to my side. While Fred was doing the tying, I was a little afraid that being a 12 year old boy with the testosterone starting to rage he would let his hands stray where they shouldn’t, but he seemed careful to avoid that. When he was done I was one tied up Irish-Jewish-American Princess!
Moira looked me over and aid “Good work, guys! Now we just wait until the second hostage shows up!”.Shula
Tue Jun 8 20:42:06 PDT 1999Second Hostage? I thought for minute and then it dawned on me that Mom was the intended victim.
Moira and the kids were ambitious! The only question was whether Mom would play along or not. After Dud’s and my kidnapping of Mom there had been a few situations where Mom had consented to be a prisoner and others times where she had refused. There was no way of telling what mood she would be in when she walked through the door.
For about twenty minutes we waited, the kids watching TV when not watching their prisoner.
At one point the young girl walked over and decided to tickle me. She got a shock—I did not care because I am not ticklish. I did mmmph loudly though just because I did not want the kids to think they could get away with physical teasing. Moira came over and told the girl to stop it.
Then we heard a car drive up. Mom was home.
Mom walked in through the door. We were in the family room which was next to the living room where the front door was. Mom shout out “Hi Kids!” And I could hear her put her purse down.
“In here Mom” shouted Moira. She was sitting next to me supersoaker in hand. When my mom came in she took one looks, tried I think to restrain a laugh, and then said “What have you Maziks been up to/”
Then Moira raised the supersoaker so the barrel was pointed at my head and shouted “One false move and the Girl gets it!”
Now we would see if my Mother would bring the game to an end or play along. Mom took a long look, there was a thirty-second pause and Mom put her hands above her head. “I give up” she said.Shula
Tue Jun 8 20:43:22 PDT 1999With that Moira walked over to Mom with a piece of cord in her hands, pulled Mom’s hands behind her and begun to tie them together. Mom used the old TV Cliche line “Take what you want just don’t hurt us!” When Moira was done she gently gave mom a slight push in the direction of the couch. Mom sat down beside me and gave me one of her amused looks and complimented me on being able to control my charges.
Fred in the meantime was busy tying my Mom’s ankles together with rope. Mom later said she was glad she was wearing a long dress that day, knowing what 12-year-old boys are like. Fred had just finished when
Moira gagged Mom with a clean sock and adhesive tape, the same as me. Finally Moira tied mom’s arms to her sides and we were a bound and gagged Mother and Daughter two piece set.
Just looking at the way mom’s hands and feet were tied I could tell she was bound as snugly as I was. Mom then begun to make noises behind her gag the way people do on television and twist and turn in her ropes. She did it so melodramatically that it was obvious she was in no distress but just giving the kids a good show. I joined in her hamming it up.
After about five minutes we quit the Damsel in Distress routine, and hoped the kids would untie us. The ropes were not hurting us, we were just getting bored and both of us had things to do. But all of sudden the 9 year old girl said; “Did you see that episode of Empty Nest last week where the two girls were burglarized and tied up?”
Uh-oh I thought. I had seen the episode as had Moira and I knew where this was going. Mom had not watched it and she gave me a puzzled look.
Moira said, “Where they were tied back to back? Yeah! Want to try it with our hostages?”Shula
Tue Jun 8 20:45:06 PDT 1999There was general enthusiasm for the idea. Moira told one of the girls to go out back and take down a clothesline Mom had up for clothing that could not be put in our dryer. We had one of those large cushions big enough to be used as a chair that were popular back in the late seventies and early eighties and Moira told Fred to pull it out into the middle of the room. Fred did this and then Moira and Fred came over to Mom and helped her to stand up. “Don’t worry, we won’t let you fall” Moira said and then with both of them holding on to one of her arms they hopped mom (she couldn’t very well walk with her ankles tied together) over to the cushion and sat her down on it. Then I was hopped over and sat down beside her. The girl came back with the clothesline and Moira took two smaller pieces of cord left over from our initial tying. We were pushed so we were back to back. Mom mmmphed a little at this. With a piece of cord Moira tied my left elbow to mom’s opposite elbow on the same side, and then did the same to our elbows on My Right elbow’s side. Finally all the kids helped Moira tie us together with the long clotheline. Moira was careful to weave the long clothesline in with the cords that already tied out arms to our side to make sure mom and I would have a hard time getting loose. When they were finally done Mom and I were tightly tied together back to back ,our bound ankles in front of us. We had a closet with a sliding door in the family room and the sliding door was one of those with a mirror on it. I looked at ourselves in the mirror. There must have been at least 10 loopsof rope around us from just below our breasts to our waists. Mom also glanced in the Mirror at our predicament.
Shula
Tue Jun 8 20:46:28 PDT 1999“Well, aren’t you two going to try to get Loose?” Moira said. She was having a great time being in charge of her Mom and older sister instead of the other way around. Mom and I gave it a good try. When a few months later I told Dudalb about this he could not understand why we not able to work on each other’s hands to free ourselves. I replied we tried but whether through accident or intent the knots tying our wrists were almost impossible to get at. For about ten minutes mom and I struggled to free ourselves to the great amusement of Moira and my charges. Then we stopped and just sat still. Mom begun to make very loud and insistent noises and looked at Moira. She was obviously indicating that it was time to untie us and end the game. Moira came over and bent over mom and was just about to begin to take off her gag when Dad came through the door. He walked into the family room and just stared on Mom and me for a minute, looked at Moira and the kids and then laughed: “Cops and Robbers or Cowboys and Indians?” he asked.
“Burglars” the nine-year-old kid said
“Well, I think the game is over.” He said. But then he said “On the other hand, Judith, seeing you Quiet for a change is a nice change of pace..”
.At this remark Mom mmmphed loudly and gave Dad a dirty look.
“Ok, Ok," Dad said. “Moira, you had better untie them”.
A few minutes later Mom and I were free. I had been tied up for a little over an hour, Mom for about half an hour. The kids went home. Moira was not punished: after all Mom had agreed to play and when she saw me Bound and Gagged on the couch she knew If she joined the game what would happen. A few days later I got even with Moira, I might tell that story sometime if people like this one.Shula
Wed Jun 09 14:15:17 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Mabuhay!
Wecome back Canuck! Great to have you back. Hope you had a good trip too.... No broken bones like my own good clumsy self, I hope?
Thanks for deleting THOSE posts. Much appreciated.
PH, great story! (as ever)
Welcome aboard Shula! I enjoyed your story. More please. Will we get to meet you in the chat one day?
mason
Wed Jun 9 10:34:11 UTC+0200 1999Hello everyone! Many very good stories recently. I cannot help noticing that the 'Bound In Bare Feet' series is going on, but still have not read anything about big toe tying. Is it possible that such ingenious kids did not think of that tying technique? What about you, PH?
OK, that was the general stuff. Now some personal things...
Shula- Thank you, I enjoyed very much your story.
Mason- just what is 'Mabuhay'?ExL.- Very interesting set of stories so far. Did Mrs Mason tie both of you kids again after that?
(Sounds interesting- To be bound to watch some TV together without fighting for the remote command?)And just one more thing- Not everyone here is Anglo-Saxon! I would be glad if when stating one's height you state that in meters and centimeters too! ;-)
Ciao from Italy!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Wed Jun 9 08:04:37 EDT 1999Hello everyone. Boy I've got a ton oof stories for you all! When this one took place, I was about 13, my older sister, Beth was 14, and Kat was 16, Mike was about 15 then. We were at the beach with my cousins (all older), Joey and Lauren. Some of the people in the other cottages were our friends, so we decided to let them in on our games. All of us had decided to have a war game on the beach (This was including our friends, Lacey, Nancy, Crystal, Katie, and Jon). I'll be the first to tell you that all of the girls with us were pretty. We split up into teams. It was me, Jon, Crystal, Katie, and Beth. Verus Mike, Nancy, Kat, Lauren, and Joey. Lacey had gone somewhere for the afternoon, we all agreed for her to be on my team. We all spread out and choose bases along the beach. Our base was the basement of an abandoned cottage at the far end of the beach. Each of us had supplys, the goal was to capture all of the opposing teams army. I started down the beach, looking for Kat. As I was looking about for any sign of Kat, Lauren and Joey both charged me at the same time. I tried to run, but they were too fast, and they caught me in an instant. Lauren clamped her hand on my mouth and Joey forced me to walk to their headquarters. As soon as they shoved me in the door, Mike tackled me down. Kat handed him a roll of kite string. Mike crossed my wrists and tied the string tightly around them. By this time I started yelling for help. Nancy stopped this by shoving a rubber ball into my mouth and then wrapping duct tape around my heead. I let out mmmph's, but that only brought more duct tape onto me. Mike tied the string to my crossed ankles, putting me into a tight hogtie. Joey wrapped a blanket around me, and then they tapped the blanket to me. They rolled me to the corner and left me there.
Chuck
Wed Jun 09 09:06:05 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Wow, it's great to see all the stories posted recently.
Andy_V: Looking for big toe ties? Check my most recent story. It happened there.
Chuck: great story so far, sounds like your summer game was almost identical to the one that our neighborhood kids played. It's going to make for a lot of good stories.
Shula: Great story, another great Mom tie.
PH: Excellent as ever.
Ex-Leech
Wed Jun 9 10:36:30 EDT 1999I've found myself beginning to wonder where all of you people are fiding this site. I had trouble finding it, I think I finally did through Yahoo. So how are the rest of you getting here?
Jeff
Wed Jun 9 12:22:50 EDT 1999I usually take da bus!
Wed Jun 9 12:02:44 CDT 1999hi, i'm a 15 year-old guy who's wondering if there are any girls out there my age interested in bondage. email me! (I hope that's not considered shameless self-promotion)
N.T.
econolodged@usa.net
Wed Jun 09 12:28:28 1999I see that the demon Jason has been banned! I have won! Now, back to business. So far, good stories, but it's time I added one of my own.
HOME MOVIES (pt1 of 2)
My friend Matt likes to make movies with his dad's video cam that he got a year back. He's made four movies so far, all concerning crime and action, dispite crappy special effects (what do ya expect from a 16 year old?). He was planning his next crime drama, and asked me to be in one for once.
I was to play the part of Ed Farlane, P.I. Matt asked me because I'm a fairly decent actor and can fake being punched or shot well. I was to do most of the "fighting" in the flick, but it was a supporting role. My friend Rob was the star (as himself, namewise).
Matt's directing style is like this: He tells you what the scene is about, gives you about 2-6 lines that you have to say, and let's you ad-lib the rest. If it's a fight scene, he gives you the finishing move that has to be done eventually. It releaves pressure, but usually some idiot will laugh and blow the whole god damn scene.
Basic plot: Rob's girlfriend Marina (his actual girlfriend who I kinda like) is kidnapped by some dude in a ski-mask named Gus who works for a mob boss named Death (who wears a "Jason" mask). Then Rob hires a P.I. (me) and they track down the bad guys and kick their asses. I know it's like an episode of "Nash Bridges" or "Hunter", but I didn't write it.
One problem: My pal Mike, who plays "Gus" can't tie up a girl for personal reasons. I don't mind tyin' up chicks. Bingo! Now you folks see where this story is goin'.
Mike has the same build, hair color and eyes as me. So, I play "Gus" for the kidnap scene, then he plays out the role.
TO BE CONTINUED....Zorro
Wed Jun 09 12:55:28 1999HOME MOVIES (pt2 of 2)
The day came for filming, and I was ready. I wore black duds and a ski-mask, and held a role of duct tape. I was to "ambush" Marina in the kitchen, and drag her to the bedroom to tie her up.
For the record: Marina is 16 years old, and has brown hair and glasses. She wore a white t-shirt and blue jeans.
As Matt filmed, she puttered around the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. That's when I jumped her and dragged her to the bedroom, gagging her with my hand.
As I ungagged her to wrap the tape around her ankles, she was pleading for me to "let her go".
I then wrapped her wrists togather behind her back, and placed a strip of tape over her lips. She made these great mumbling sounds. I then had to carry her off, which was real hard. She weighs 125 lbs. and I can barely lift my own weight (170).
That was the only scene that was done in one take. I was sweatin' like Grandma racing a snail and nearly giggled when she said her "Let me go" line. That always kills me. "Let me go." Like the evil villain is gonna have a change of heart and say "Yeah, sure! I was only foolin'."
THE END.Now, let's hear some more good stories!
Zorro
Thu Jun 10 09:59:57 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Andy,
'Mabuhay' is Tagalog (the national language of the Philippines in South East Asia) It means "Welcome" Don't ask me what 'bondage' means in Tagalog either! I don't know!! (grin)
BTW, thanks for the story, Zorro.
I remember the way my mate R and myself used to film those kind of home videos for our school 'Media/Drama' class (whatever it was) They also invariably featured bank robberies and such like. Unfortunately we never had any pretty damsels to tie up where he lived. :-(
They used to get pretty messy with tomato sauce being quite liberally splashed across everything to simulate real blood. (Phew, but it smelt!) We had to stop filming every few seconds to splash more sauce on the 'victim' and walls to make it appear as though he'd been shot. That was about as high tech our special effects went. (Eat your heart out George Lucas!)
Mason
Wed Jun 9 22:01:43 CDT 1999hey Canuuk great story. cant wait to hear the rest
mitch
Thu Jun 10 05:00:19 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Andy V: Good point on the measures.
-You get about forty inches on the metre.
1 inch = 2.54 cm-You get about three feet on the metre.
1 foot = 30.48 cm1 foot is 12 inches
A person of 5'7 is then about 170 cm.
As most, (nearly everyone) who post to this site are either American or English or English-speaking/writing persons, it's understandable that they/we use the measures and lengths used in the English-speaking world.
To me, a Swede, the metric-system is more common and I see your point in asking for interpretation
of measures and lengths.But, with a bit of imagination and a yard-stick, a good story would possibly give you entertainment anyway.
As for toe-tying; no we never thought of that, if ever tickling was up, the feet would not wander off anyway...
Wed Jun 9 21:04:35 PDT 1999Shula: I have already told you this over the phone but now in public congratulations on a great story! One of the great regreats of my youth is that I was not there to see the fun!
And you are right:Your Mom does look much more like Mimi Rogers then my comparasion with Rene Russo!
For those of you who are hoping in Ex Leeches tales for something to happen to Mrs. Mason in a chatroom ExLeech dropped that it WILL happen but not for a while, so I guess patience is a virtue...
Zorro: In retrospect I am surprised I never got involved in student film making at my high school.
But when I was going to school camcorders were still expensive, and the kids who had them all seemed to be more interested in documentary filmaking tather then action films:( However in Drama class we had our fun;we even managed to get our quite attractive drama teacher bound and gagged once or twice!In addition we had several quite elaborate class parties with an adventure theme and roleplaying that provieded some fun tieups' More of this later.
Canuck. congratulations on cleaning out the Dodge City this page was becoming...dudalb
Wed Jun 9 22:43:03 PDT 1999
Wed Jun 09 22:33:05 1999A Hot Summer Day
Reading a previous story, posted by Ex-Leach the other day, reminded me of another
experience I had years ago. One of the best things about living in So. California is that we
were always guaranteed sunshine and some days would become very very hot in the summer
time. There was one day during the summer when I got home from summer school about
noon time. My sister, Kathy, asked if I wanted to go with her over to her friends, Richelle’s to
go swimming in her pool. Actually, at that moment, I said no, thanks.....but asked her if
before she went if she would tie me up. She didn’t want to leave me tied up alone in case
anything happened, but she said that if Richelle was open to the idea she would tie me up at
Richelle’s house. While I was changing into my swimming trucks, Kathy was on the phone to
Richelle to tell her that I was also coming over and asked if it would be OK to tie me up at her
house. When Kathy was driving us to Rachel’s house, she told me that Rochelle said it would
be OK. At this time, Richelle had already participated in tying me up a several times, so shwas not new to the challenge.When we arrived, Richelle welcomed us and walked us out to the pool in her back yard. She
was wearing a bikini and looked extremely sexy. As I mentioned in my previous story, I had a
big crush of Rochelle, but being 4 years younger never gave me a chance in hell. Richelle told
us that we had all afternoon to swim and play since both her parents were at work and
wouldn’t be home until 6:00 that night. She mentioned that since it was so warm that day, it
would be a good idea if I jumped in the pool before she and Kathy tied me up. While I was in
the pool, Richelle was telling Kathy what she had in mind for me and they went to get the
necessary rope and other things needed. I was in the pool for about 15 minutes when Kathy
came out to get me. I got out of the pool and dried myself off and Kathy wanted me to follow
her over to the side ofTG
Wed Jun 09 22:38:22 1999OOPS !!!! sorry.......
. I got out of the pool and dried myself off and Kathy wanted me to follow her over to the side
of the house, where Richelle was waiting. Richelle was standing next to a clothesline pole. It
was basically a metal pole, cemented into the ground with a cross bar which formed a "T".
Richelle had ropes, towels, clothe strips and a belt piled next to the pole. Kathy asked me
....."Are you ready ??" And she said that Richelle wanted to try something new in our game. I
was very willing to find out what the new tie-up position was and agreed.TG
Wed Jun 09 22:40:57 1999A Hot Summer Day
They had me stand with my back to the vertical pole and they had me put a pair of gloves on
my hands. They both grabbed a gloved wrist and started wrapping rope around them before
securing the knots, They then added a couple of more loops around my wrists and again tied
the knots securely. The ends of the rope were then laced through some eyebolts that were at
the ends of the cross-bar, raising my arms above my head and spreading them widely and
lifting up. They both pulled the rope tightly, and I was almost up on my toes as they raised me
up. I must of looked like I was being crucified at this point. The girls then tied off the ends of
the rope leaving me virtually hanging by my wrists. Fortunately, Richelle had the foresight to
know that the rope would be cutting into my wrists, so that explained the gloves. It didn’t
really hurt and I was glad that she thought of it. Kathy then tied my feet together with some
more rope, and fastened my feet to the bottom of the pole by wrapping more rope around my
legs and the pole. They stood and watched struggling, smiling and giggling, as I tested my
bonds. It must have been a sight to see me only in a pair of swimming trucks stretched out
tightly. Richelle said that I was still able to squirm around too much and she picked up a belt and wrapped it around my waist and the pole and cinched it up tight, which held my
mid-section tight. Again, they stood and watched. Kathy said "That should hold him". Then Richelle said ....... "He should get a great tan under this hot sun" and they both laughed before turning and walking away.TG
Wed Jun 09 22:42:38 1999A Hot Summer Day
I struggled and after a while the heat started to get to me, as I was starting to perspire heavily.
The sweat was pouring of of me and I could felt the "tickling" sensation as the drops ran down
my body. I could hear them splashing and swimming in the pool and at other times heard their voices and laughter, but couldn’t understand what was being said. After about an hour, Richelle came to check on me and give me a drink of lemonade. After hanging there for that long, the lemonade hit the spot. Then Kathy came over and teased me about not being able to escape. Richelle then said that they should even make it harder for me and she picked up some foam rubber and long strip of cloth. The foam was placed over my eyes and covered by the cloth, which was tied behind my head. It was long enough that she tied off the rest of the cloth to the pole, holding my head firmly against the pole. As I protested, Kathy said ...."We can’t have any whining out of you" and next thing I know, one of them (I think it was Kathy) stuffed something in my mouth and then held it in place with another strip of cloth. The ends of the gag cloth were also tied off to the pole. I could not even move my head from side to side. All I could hear was laughing and giggling. At this point, I knew that they couldn’t
resist, and I felt fingers digging into my sides, underarms, ribs and stomach. Although, I had
been tickle-tortured a few times before, this was the first time while being blind-folded. It
wasn’t a long session, thankfully. I think because it was so hot and they wanted to get back to the pool to cool off.
Wed Jun 09 22:46:20 1999A Hot Summer Day
I found that the blindfold seemed to make every minute seem longer, especially when they left
me "baking" under the sun. The sweat started to really pour off of me and my mouth was
getting dry. About every twenty minutes or so, one of them would come to check on me. And
after being left there for about an hour, they turned on the garden hose and squirted me down. It was a total surprise, but it felt so good too. They also removed the gag from my mouth and gave me a ice cold drink. Kathy said that I was getting sunburn and suddenly I felt the four
hands rubbing lotion over my chest, stomach and arms. Being 14 years old and tied, helpless,
blindfolded and suddenly feeling two sets of female hands massaging me (even though one
was my sister), I started to have a physical reaction which was becoming very evident.
Richelle said something to the effect of "too bad he can’t do anything about this or there’s
gonna be a stained sheet later". I don’t really recall, but I felt very embarrassed. Afterward,
even Kathy said that she was embarrassed by it too. But at the time, there was nothing that I
could do, and Richelle liked the tease and the frustration that she was building in me. She
knew exactly what she was doing to me and apparently loved doing it too. Even blindfolded, I could tell that Kathy had left and had jumped in the pool to cool off.TG
Wed Jun 09 22:48:17 1999A Hot Summer Day
Richelle continued massaging the lotion in to my skin for a few more minutes, driving me
crazy. All the time, she purposely was rubbing up against me and she made it a point to breath
upon me which gave me goosebumps, even in the 90 degree heat. Suddenly, she re-stuffed my mouth with the gag, and wrapped another rag around my head to hold the gag in place. Again, the ends were tied to the pole, holding my head firm. Before she left me to go back to the pool to join my sister, Richelle ran her fingernails, torturously slow, from the length of my arms down through my underarms, down my sides and ending at the top of my swim trucks. She had me fighting and straining at her slow torture.They kept me hanging there for about another hour, but squirted me down with the garden
hose about every 15 - 20 minutes. Finally, Kathy said that I was as red as a lobster and I
should be un-tied. They removed the gag and gave me a drink of water again, and then took
the blindfold off of me. The sudden brightness made me squint, which made them both laugh.
Finally I could see the fun loving look in their faces and I could tell that they had gotten
somewhat drunk during the time that they had me tied up. They still tormented me by tickling
me and "turning me on" for the next few minutes, but soon released me, I remember, when they released the knots to the rope running through the crossbar eyebolts, I fell to the ground and could barely move my arms. Richelle and Kathy got down on their knees beside me and started untying the ropes from my wrists and helped me to my feet. hey guided me to the pool and we all cooled off in the water, which helped hydrate me me. I stayed in the water for the rest of the day while we were at Richelle’s. Meanwhile, Kathy and Richelle would occasionally jump in the water, or would relax on the lounge chairs.My wrists, arms and shoulders were sore for the next several days, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Later that summer, I wasTG
Wed Jun 09 22:50:25 1999Sorry ........ the character count is confusing............but heres the finish
My wrists, arms and shoulders were sore for the next several days, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Later that summer, I was tied to the clothesline post again by my sister Kathy, Richelle and by
another friend of Richelle’s. But I’ll save that story for another time.I hope you find the same enthusiasm for my story as I have had in many of the stories posted
here.TG
Thu Jun 10 14:09:29 PDT 1999great story Shula. lookin forward to any others you may post
Mitch
Thu Jun 10 14:25:19 PDT 1999I like stories of two people (Or more) tied together. (Usually back-to-back). I'll post some later but if any of you have sopme I'd love to hear them
Gill
Thu Jun 10 15:03:18 EDT 1999Great story TG! (...)
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Thu Jun 10 15:32:36 EDT 1999Good story TG.(...)
Hey TG, 'bout your story, I got very confused with the names. Were there a few typos when it came to Richelle and Rochelle, or are those 2 different people?
Jeff
Thu Jun 10 17:47:26 US Eastern Standard Time 1999Shadow9
Fri Jun 11 15:27:05 PDT 1999I've been reading the entries by Marie, Val, and Renee along with Dubalb. My 14 year old son I think has an interest in bondage. He never misses an old Superman episode where Lois gets tied up and gagged. In fact, he it seems the only programs he tapes are where the heroine gets herself tied up. He's now made some comments about tying up me. It's normally when I come home from work; it's never when I'm in sweats or anything casual. For you other moms, is this normal? Have your kids ever tied you up? I'm intersted in a woman's (preferably mom's) opinion. The opinions in May seem to be split between good and bad, but I'd prefer my son experience it here than "on the street." Who knows what trouble he'll get into.
Tarisa
Fri Jun 11 17:40:29 1999I hope all of you enjoyed my recollection of being tied up under the hot summer sun.
I apologize for the mis-spelling of Richelle a few times in that story. As I ran the story
through spell-check, it kept wanting to change the name and I apparently "clicked" on the
wrong button. My sister Kathy and her friend Richelle were the only ones there. I apologize for the confusion.Soon, I'll write the story about the next time I was tied up to that clothesline post. That time, Richelle's friend, Katie helped. But it will probably be in two parts because you'll have to get the introduction of how it took place.
until then........keep those posts coming
TG
Sat Jun 12 00:45:15 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Hey Chanuk. add more to your story. what happened to your team?
TG
Sun Jun 13 13:16:47 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Tarisa and other mothers that have sons with Oedipal complexes reading this site:
I am a little curious as to how you managed to find this site.
Thomas
Sun Jun 13 16:31:37 CDT 1999OPAL?
JT
Sun Jun 13 16:32:49 CDT 1999Con't
I was then tied up and added to the group of five of my captured team mates. Then we were all gagged and had our ankles tied together. Once we were all tied up, the other team put a bomb (fake of corse) on the floor beside us,
Canuul
Sun Jun 13 16:52:49 EDT 1999Thomas, I wouldn't hold back any guess that their children found the site and reccomended it to them ... OR ... some other children found it and told parents that are close friends of these mothers.
Or they could just use a search engine...
Jeff
Sun Jun 13 22:58:36 EDT 1999Hello, great stories!! Can anyone e-mail me any stories of mothers bound and gagged?? Also, Send any pictures of their mothers bound and gagged?? Thanks, keep up the stories!!
darren roberts
darrenroberts@hotmail.com
Mon Jun 14 10:33:55 UTC+0200 1999Hello friends. I think that we just need some kind of a Technical Guide for Ted Up Mums- something that should give them some advice, like 'what to wear to get tied up' (to avoid skin stress and damage) or 'the best way to make them untie you' (I think that if the Mum struggles and mmmph's on the kid will just enjoy the show, but when the Mum stays there still, the kid will get bored and will untie her).
I got the idea yesterday and proposed it in the chat, and it was judged 'interesting'. Who wants to start that?
Ciao from Italy!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Jun 14 11:35:31 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Jeff, I'm sure those are possibilities, but I am nevertheless curious about how Mothers with little or no interest have found this site.
Thomas
Mon Jun 14 15:50:29 PDT 1999Thomas, Good question. I found this site on my son's "Favorite Places." You don't have to be logged on to see it.
Judging by the number of entries, a boy's desire to tie his mother isn't that uncommon.
Tarisa
Mon Jun 14 19:22:30 EDT 1999Hey Thomas, some of the mothers who have posted suggestions have, in fact, been posters in the past. Now these new mothers with the questions, like Tarisa said, it could be in their son's "Favorite Places", it's in mine. And I'm sure when their son starts asking questions and wanting to know if they can tie their mom up, the mom can and will become interested.
Jeff
Tue Jun 15 09:48:43 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999R.e Andy's suggestion of a "Technical Guide to Tying Up Mothers," could I suggest that they begin with the basics like setting down ground rules regarding tying and gagging BEFORE anything of that kind takes place? That really applies, I think, to not just sons/mothers but anyone contemplating any kind of bondage scene.
Additionally, inexperienced mums might like to wrap something around their wrists to prevent ropeburn. Alternatively, they could use soft tying materials such as old pantyhose (warning: It knots VERY tight!) or scarves and so on. Lastly, ensure that a sharp knife or scissors is left handy and within reach in case there are any problems.
Bondage/'tie-up' games are lots of fun but theres also lots of potential for things to go wrong.
Hope all this helps.
mason
Mon Jun 14 20:34:12 CDT 1999Cottage with friends
All right, here’s a story about my friends and I. There was Pamela, Megan, Natalie, Kevin, Candice, Shaun, Andrew and I. We were all 18 and were invited up to Pam’s cottage for the weekend. Anyway, we had been friends for most of our lives. And we started playing tie-up games since we were about 12. Anyway, we had arrived at the cottage the day before and we now just starting to get bored. Then Pam suggested we play another tie up game. Everyone was kind of exciting about it. Anyway, we split into two teams. (Our tie up games was only fun as a role-playing type scenario). The object of the game was to capture the other members of the team. The teams were split as follows. Team one consisted of Me, Pam, Candice and Andrew. Team two was Megan, Natalie, Kevin and Shaun. So each group headed out to find a base. We took the boathouse next to the main house. It was small but it had a sink and an extra bed. And other team took the small island. What I mean by this is that there was a small island about 10 meters away from the main land.
Mitch
Mon Jun 14 20:37:15 CDT 1999Securing our base / Candice and my capture
My team took our base and readied some strips of cloth, and tape for our captives. After we had prepared our torture room, we split into two groups to capture our enemies. Andrew and Pam made one group while Candice and I made the other. Then we set off with super soakers in hand. For those of you who want to know, I was wearing a white T-shirt and blue shorts, Candice wore a white T-shirt and black shorts. Anyway, we set off on our hunt. Candice and I walked low and slow through the forest looking for our enemy. We were on the hunt for about 5 minutes when we came up to a bridge near the cottage. Candice and I slowly walked up to the bridge and scanned around it, we found nothing. But then Megan and Kevin shot up behind Candice and I and put their guns to our backs. Then Kevin said, “Drop the guns now”, Candice and I looked at each other and did what Kevin said. While Megan collected our guns, Kevin pulled out two strips of cloth and tied our hands behind our backs. Then they Marched Candice and I under the bridge to where their rowboat was. Once there, Candice and I got in the boat and Megan tied our ankles together to prevent escape. Then Kevin and Megan rowed us to the island. Once there, they untied our ankles and led us into the small house that was there. Inside the house, Natalie was waiting for us. Megan and Kevin took Candice and I into the middle of the room and untied our hands from behind our backs. Then Natalie ordered that Candice and I stand back-to-back. We looked at each other and did what we were told. I was about an inch taller than Candice (If anyone wants to know). Once we were back-to-back, Natalie ordered that we raise our arms. Candice put here hand to the back of mine and then Natalie tied our wrists together. Then Natalie repeated this with our other wrists. Once our wrists tied us together, Natalie tied our elbows. Once our arms were completely attached together, Kevin announced that heMitch
Mon Jun 14 20:38:59 CDT 1999Kevin announced that he and Megan were going back to look for Pam and Andrew. Natalie replied “No problem, I’ve got these two where I want them”. Candice and I looked over our shoulders at each other then back at Natalie.
Mon Jun 14 20:40:28 CDT 1999Candice and Mitch tied together
Once Megan and Kevin were gone, Natalie continued tying me and Candice. She next tied our Ankles together. First she tied our ankles together (our own ankles) then attached both our ankles to each other. She completed tying our legs together by raping rope around our knees. Securing our legs to one another. Then Natalie took a really long rope and raped it around Candice and I around our chests. Pinning us to one another. Then to secure Candice and I together, Natalie took what was left of the rope and tied it around our stomachs. Now we were completely tied together. As a final touch, Natalie took some cloth and gagged the two of us. After Candice and I were completely tied together, back-to-back, Natalie shut off the lights and sat in the corner with her gun. Candice and I were slightly struggle but escape was near impossible. We stood there tied up for about twenty minutes when we herd a sound from outside. Natalie hid in the corner as the door flew open. It was Pam and Andrew, guns drawn. They looked as surprised as hell when they saw me and Candice tied together back-to-back. We tried to warn them about Natalie but they couldn’t understand Candice and I through our gags. However, seeming it was two to one, Natalie jumped out and said, “I give up”.Mitch
Mon Jun 14 20:43:04 CDT 1999All of us…. CAPTIVES!
Pam and Andrew were kind of surprised but none the less took her captive. Andrew took the cloth from his pocket and tied her up while Pam untied Candice and I. Once Candice and I were finally untied Andrew was putting the final touches on Natalie. When! (And it took us completely off guard) Shaun barged into the cabin. None of us were armed and the four of us had no choice but to surrender. Candice and I gave each other a collective sigh as we were taken captive again. Shaun made me untie Natalie as Candice collected all the strips of cloth and tape. Once Natalie was untied, She and Shaun tied all of our hands in front of us. Now that Candice, Andrew, Pam and I had our hands tied together in front of us, Shaun led the four of us over to a support beam in the middle of the room. Natalie and Shaun then tied all of our hands above our hands to the poll. Now the four of us were all back-to-back tied to the poll. Then Natalie took the long rope and rapped it around the four of us around our chests. Shaun did the same thing with a different rope around our stomachs. And as I final touch, they spread our legs out and tied our ankles to different ankles. So Pam was on my left and my ankle was tied to hers. And on the other side was Candice, and my right ankle was tied to hers. As I imagine, Candice was then tied to Andrew and Andrew to Pam. After the four of us were securely tied together, Natalie and Shaun stepped back to survey they work. As a final embarrassment, Natalie took out her camera and took several pictures of us tied together.
Mon Jun 14 20:44:29 CDT 1999Conclusions
We were left tied like that for about an hour while Shaun and Natalie laughed at us. Then they were getting tired and untied us. They still couldn’t figure where Megan and Kevin were. We all hopped back onto the boat and headed back to the main house. Then the six of us headed to the boathouse to see if Kevin and Megan were there. When we opened the door we found Kevin and Megan standing back-to-back tied together. Andrew and Pam admitted to capturing them. Anyway, we untied them and went back to the main house for a drink. We talked of everything we had gone through and Natalie’s Polaroid’s came out and everyone got a good laugh of Candice, Andrew, Pam and I all tied together. Anyway thanks for reading. I’ve got some other stories I’ll post later
Mitch
Mon Jun 14 21:20:20 PDT 1999Boy,when I thought it would be fun to tell about how I and my siblings /friends tied up my mom I did not realize what I was starting!
There has been a lot of advice given, the mine thing is just use common sense like you would in any tie up game(Dress like you would for any physical activity, set the ground rules before the gun begins, expect to be really as opposed to pretend tied up,etc.).
One fact: It is not confined to sons tying up their moms The daughters seem to be just as enthusiastic as the boys. Steffi was the real force behind the binding and gagging of her mom (Story to be posted next month). I guess this makes Steffi’s recent binding and gagging by her own kids a kind of karma, I guess....
Nice story, Mitch! We would like to hear more ,of course.
Congratulations to Canuck on cleaning up this page, something that needed to be done.Dudalb
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Tue Jun 15 00:35:56 PDT 1999For Tarisa and the other Moms:
If you haven't figured it out-your son's fantasy involves a role transfer-you become his Lois Lane, and Lois doesn't wear sweats or casual clothes. If you want to indulge him, or your own fantasy, prepare a scene. Go to a Goodwill or Salvation Army Thift shop. Pick out a business suit(you may even find a 50's style outfit)and blouse, gloves, scarfs and belts, maybe even a hat. Pick a Saturday afternoon, around 2 PM. Find a nuetral location; the carage, basement, or storeroom. Position your bondage materials,release tools (knife or sissors)and floor mat or chair at the site. After you get dressed in costume, tell him to met you there in 5 minutes. Tell him he will have to release you by 3:30, so you can fix dinner. Also go over other restrictions/rules you may have. When you arrive at the location, position and blindfold yourself. This will enhance the fantasy for both of you (you can pretend you're being bound by anyone you chose and Mom won't be watching him).
If you are worried about rope marks, try a pair of leather or vinyl boots. If you are concerned about modesty while struggling in a hogtie, put on a pair of spandex running shorts under your skirt/over your hose. Enjoy.I've read stories here for months and a lot of you talk about the pictures you've taken. Why don't we ever see them?
skysoldier
Tue Jun 15 19:18:59 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Skysoldier,
About pictures, I dont want to sound rude but the reason no one posts pictures here are because its just too personal! Besides would you really want some friend/relative accidentally stumbling across this site and spotting one of your loved ones or even yourself struggling in bondage? I don't think so.
That aside, it is not technically possible to post pictures here anyway.
mason
Tue Jun 15 11:17:29 PDT 1999Mason:
I've read stories on this site of people being tied-up on the beach, mothers tied in front of their kids and their neighborhood friends, playing cowboys and indians in public parks, groups on camping trips, at family holiday get-togethers. But pictures are too personal? Give me a break!If Canuck wants to add pictures to his site, he can make it happen. It's his call. He can ask the readers how they feel about pics.
One problem with including pics: You would find out how many stories are fact or fantasy.
Skysoldier
Tue Jun 15 17:13:50 EDT 1999How come it seems like every month some know it all comes in here and wants to change things. If you don't like the forum, go start your own picture forum! (Like we really need another of those.) If you don't think the stories are real, go fly a kite! I find the vast majority to be very believable. This is a great forum as it is. We don't need jerks coming in here trying to push people around like you are trying to do.
Go visit the wresting forum, we don't need your crap here. Bye!
Charlie B
Tue Jun 15 16:22:21 CDT 1999Pictures wouldn't actually prove anything, as it's possible to fake them and not everyone would have bothered to take any. Thus the presence or absence of pictures wouldn't really validate the stories.
With that random statement aside, I'd like to say that I'm glad the site is more or less back to it's old self. My thanks to everyone who made it happen.Dorren
Tue Jun 15 17:39:45 1999Greetings, Skysoldier....I am the 5th horseman of the Apocalypse known as Zorro. And, it's about frickin' time I threw in my two-cents.
There's nothing wrong with kids tyin' up thier moms, as long as the mom sets ground rules that'll be good for her. However, posting those tales here would be cool.
As to posting pics here, yeah, I wouldn't mind havin' them, but I wouldn't cry "Argentina" if they weren't here either. Letting the readers imagine what the situations posted look like is cool as well. It's Canuck's site, so it's his choice.Them's the facts, Skysoldier. Live with it.
One question about your name, Charlie B....you mentioned, of all things, "flying a kite". No insult intended, but does the name stand for "Charlie Brown" from those Peanuts comic strips? I mean, you have similar initials and you both like to fly kites, so......just wonderin'..
Now, let's cut the cit-chat and get to a story already! 'Ciao.Zorro
Tue Jun 15 17:54:38 1999Yes, I know I misspelled "chit-chat" last post, and I don't give a rat's @$$. As to you Skysoldier, give the picture crap a rest now. We've heard enough. If ya don't like the site, you can actually go to another....Just don't go to Bob's "Tying up Women" site. He's as strict as an Omish priest for what he allows and his site is hard to find to boot! O.J. Simpson will find the "real killers" before that site will rule again.
That's what I got to say, Soldier-boy.....'Ciao.Zorro
Tue Jun 15 18:03:26 1999Last rant..Skysoldier, you must be a strange fella, if you want moms to become their son's "Lois Lane" and experience wierd fantasies while being bound. "Imagine anyone tying you up"....Yeeeesh! And you'll want PICTURES of this wierd crapola.
I've taken the wierdo role at this site, bub. Live with it.
That's all (finally!). "Ciao.Zorro
Tue Jun 15 19:14:49 EDT 1999No Zorro, my last name is not Brown. I was trying to come up with something rated G to get my point across. I hope that whatever part of the world skysoldier lives in, he understands that we're not gong to change the rules here just because he thinks we should. I really hate ignorant and insulting people like that who don't know how to act like a guest when they visit a new web site, especially, one as well entrenched and popular as this one.
Charlie B
Tue Jun 15 20:10:35 PDT 1999My apologies. I thought this was Canuck's site and he made the rules. I must have missed the post where Charlie B was appointed gatekeeper. I like his metal leap of logic where asking a question becomes suggesting changing the 'rules'.
It doesn't take much to flip your switch, does it Charlie?Skysoldier