June 99 - part 2

This month's stories:
 

Tue Jun 15 18:11:42 PDT 1999

I've read the stories about moms tied up with great interest. I developed an interest in bondage when I was about 12. I used to buy Detective magazines, complete with pictures on the covers of damsels in distress. They were stored "securely" under my bed, or so I thought. I came home from school one day and found my mom holding the whole stack. I panicked. My mom had a philosophy about drinking. It was that I could drink anything I wanted as long as I did it in the house. She didn't want me getting into trouble. Surprisingly, this wasn't any different. She asked me why I had the magazines, and I confessed. I, too, used to watch Superman and anything else where a pretty woman wound up bound and gagged. Mom listened quietly, and then told me to follow her to the basement. On the way down, she grabbed a pair of panty hose and a washcloth. In the basement, she handed me some left over clothesline, then stood up against a support pole and said, "Go ahead; you have a half hour." She put her hands behind her back. I couldn't believe my luck. Mom was wearing a red cable sweater, gray wool skirt, and one inch heels. I tied her wrists behind the pole and cinched the knot. Next I stuffed the washcloth in her mouth and tied it in place with the pantyhose. Finally, I secured her ankles together. Standing back, I looked over my work. There was about another 40 feet of rope and I couldn't resist. I used the entire lenght to wrap around her upper and lower torso. What a sight! And Mom played it to the hilt. She squirmed, twisted, and mmmmppphed for 30 minutes. In exactly half an hour, I untied her, slowly, until the last restraints I removed were the gag and rope around her hands. She said, "okay?" and then went upstairs to take care of some errands. I'll never forget it. I also never tried tying up any of the neighborhood girls, and I stayed out of trouble.

Randy

Tue Jun 15 21:07:31 EDT 1999

I'm not going to further litter this page. Here is my email address if you want a response.

(Yes, I over-reacted some, probably because the damn wresting forum has been trying to make their home here recently, but I don't think I was out of line enough to feel a need to apologize to you. I do apologize to others for creating an opportunity for others to post off topic again. That I deeply regret.)

 Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com

Tue Jun 15 18:19:41 PDT 1999

Photos:That is Canuck's call, I do not care one way or another since I have no photos of my younger days to post.Let's keep the disagreement down to a reasonable level.
As far as motivation; I still think when It's a parent involved the idea of power tranference--the kid being in charge--is the real high of the situation. A little like a Private by some freak becomeing the colonel.
Mainstream: I recently saw the cover for a straight to video movie called "Boys will Be Boys"
The cover featured Julie Hagerty ("Airplane") as a mom who had been tied up, apparently by her own kids. The bondage was in the photo was laughable (the mom was smiling!) but still I was tempted to buy it. I resisted,knowing that most straight to video films end up on cable. Sure enough, last week it was on Showtime. Sorry to say, there is nothing in the film of interest--the guy who designed the video cover should be arrested for false advetising! THe film is terrible, a poor imitation of "Home Alone", but still that they would use the photo of a tied up mom to sell it indicated that tied up moms is a pretty commonplace phenenmenon...

 dudalb

Tue Jun 15 21:43:05 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Randy, did you ever tie your mom up any more after that? If so please tell is about it, what was she wearing, how did you tie and gag her, etc. if you want e-mail me the details. Thanks.

 James
dci@bright.net

Tue Jun 15 21:47:13 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Thank you Tarisa, for a simple answer to a simple question.

Jeff, I was taking the law of averages into question of mothers finding and posting to this site, not the fact that mothers have visited this site. I can imagine several reasons why a son would want to tie up his mother, some of them not healthy, and a few innocent reasons have been given and repeated by Dudalb for one, so I preferred not to waste space on this site by implying anything to anyone other than the individuals I posted the question to.

Now, if you wish to have the final word on this matter, you may, although "methinks thee protests too much."

Thomas

Tue Jun 15 22:48:04 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

About pictures: Thanks for the suggestion, Skysoldier, but I prefer not to have any on my site.

As Mason pointed out, I wouldn't want someone to accidentally stumble across this site and see him/herself all tied up, for everyone to see. I certainly do not want to embarass anyone like that.

By the way, I do encourage people to ask questions and post their comments. Skysoldier's question was totally legitimate. So please keep the tone down and respect each other's opinion. We can disagree and stay polite. This is my little part of the web, and I like it when it is peaceful.

Thanks for your stories everyone.

Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Tue Jun 15 23:09:32 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Oh, and I forgot... Before you ask, YES, I will archive this page soon.

 Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Thu Mar 11 18:23:16 1999

Canuck,
Always good to have you back. Once again, you prove to be a fine example of how a real host should behave. For some weird reason, it seems that quite a few regulars on this site seem ready to get in a fight, first chance they get. No reason for that, though: In my humble opinion, apart from the stories, those different points of view are what really spice up this site, provided you are open-minded enough to respect them. Of course, everybody has the right to disagree with some ideas, but disagreeing is quite different from banishing them, especially without having the authority to do so. Is it so hard to let people speak their own minds, and then debate and contradict their views in a reasonable and polite way? After all, it's only up to Canuck to decide what should or should not be on this site - and he seems open-minded enough to get his visitor's feedback, so why worry?
My friend Canuck (as well as all the posters), do keep it up. And, for all it counts, even though I haven't got any more stories to share with you all after "The Uniform" (by the way, my thanks to everybody who commented on it, positively or negatively - hey, at least it drew your attention!), I do visit this site regularly, and enjoy it immensely, so I wouldn't like to see it ruined, especially by people who share the same basic interests and deep down they have no real reason to fight!

Steve

Wed Jun 16 07:04:47 PDT 1999

James, I only tied Mom up the one time. She never offered again. I did ask a girlfriend in college once, and I did tie up my wife a couple of times. But they weren't the same. Mom was elegant. Lisa and Irene are beautiful, and they did a good job squirming and mmmpphhing, but they never did it as elegantly as Mom.

 Randy

Wed Jun 16 10:43:57 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

YES, I am back! I just got home from a vacation in California. Man that place is great. Anyway Zorro I am glad to see that you really aren't a bad guy after all. I agree with Canuck's desicion to not post pictures simply for the fact that it would take entirely to long to load up the page cluttered with pictures. And like someone said we would find out the real and fake stories. I like the page the way it is.

 DA MAN

Wed Jun 16 11:18:40 EDT 1999

Alright Thomas, I guess we misunderstood each other. And yes, I do protest often, it's enjoyable :)

 Jeff

Wed Jun 16 12:46:35 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Hey DA MAN and Zorro,
Why don't you two kiss and make up?

 qwerty

Wed Jun 16 18:44:34 CDT 1999

Thanks for settling the picture issue, Canuck. It could have gotten really messy.
Might I suggest that we all try not to react so strongly over issues that really aren't all that signifigant? I guess that's all I have to say.

Dorren

Thu Jun 17 09:10:14 EDT 1999

Apology to everyone. I don't like people challenging someone else's integrity in this environment. I consider that very imtimidating. If somebody doesn't believe the stories here, please keep it to yourself. I have seen what I believe were honest but shy people run off by these self-appointed truth police in the past. I don't think we should reward those who took the time to contribute by making them feel uncomfortable. That was what set me off.

Charlie B
charlieb52@htomail.com

Thu Jun 17 11:39:48 CDT 1999

Now that that's settled, on with the stories!!

 N.T.
econolodged@usa.net

Thu Jun 17 21:51:09 Arabian Standard Time 1999

As a child, my mother, my elder sister and I used to love playing tie-up games. At the time of this story I was about 14, my sister (Marian) was 16 and my mother was about 36. I (and my sister) have short, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. We are both rather short but slim and athletic looking. My mother has short brown hair and brown eyes and she too has a slim fugure.
On this particular date my father was at work and the three of us were just sitting at home when the subject of a recent kidnapping came up, then it turned into talks of our games and then into my mother and sister convincing me to play some kind of kidnap game with me as the victim. Being very softhearted I agreed. So I changed into my white tank top and black shorts (the three of us were always barefoot whenever possible), my mother was wearing a red tee shirt and white shorts and my sister a blue tanktop and black shorts. My sister collected the "gear" and we began. I lay on the floor as the other two tied up my wrists and then bound them to my waist. They then told me I was going to be taken up to my room and tied up there. Now, I am a great fan of bondage and so are my family so we have a lot of bondage gear (ropes, handkerchiefs, handcuffs, legirons of all sizes, and now, we even have a set of makeshift stocks.)

Hannah

Thu Jun 17 22:01:48 Arabian Standard Time 1999

Part 2
Well on my bed, tied to each of the bedposts, are some ropes with metal cuffs at the end and they were usually used for tickle toture (I am incredibly ticklish along with the rest of the family), well up in my room I was untied (why they tied me up in the first place I don't know) I was bound to the posts. There my mother began to tell me that my school report had com in and was excellent, and as a reward they were going to torture me!! Weird I know but I guess it was an excuse. Sothe began on my feet. At first they just gently rubbed their fingers on my soles, then they brought out feather dusters and toothbrushes. For about an hour they din't cease they never left my feet, tickling my toes, the top of my feet, my ankles, my arches and then my heels. Eventually they stopped but promised thgat it would continue later. I was untied from the bed but theyt imediately handcuffed my wrists. Then, they handed the phone to me, or actually they sort of held it to my ear, and ordered me to telephone my best friend Suzy. They threatened me with tickling unless I did so I agreed. It didn't seem so bad, Suzy and lots of my other friends had played tie-up games with me so what could be so bad. Boy was I wrong!!
More later! Also in my story somewhere I mentioned that my sister collected the bondage "gear" this was wrong. I was bound with a piece of scrap rope and we coninued from there. Sorry Ok

Hannah

Thu Jun 17 13:07:18 PDT 1999

Does anybody know any links to self-bondage sites

 Downey

Thu Jun 17 16:30:29 CDT 1999

Great story Hanah, cant wait to here the rest.

Mitch

Thu Jun 17 22:13:02 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Downey try this site----This should keep u busy
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Gallery/3731/

 JEFFY P

Thu Jun 17 22:16:06 EDT 1999

Hello everyone,

If anyone would like to discuss moms being tied up by their sons, please email me!! Hope to hear from anyone, thanks.

 Mom
nursemom99@yahoo.com
 

Thu Jun 17 22:46:24 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Hi!

As you have probably noticed by now, I finally had time to reduce the page.

Here's a story that I received by email. Enjoy!

Canuck100
Canuck100@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 17 22:49:26 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Part 1/4

My tie up experience started when I was about 10. I was staying at an aunt's house while my parenats were out. They had two daughters, Emma and Angela (aged about 15,16) who used to "babysit" me. I was there one afternoon when they had a couple of
their female friends around. They had no interest in me what so ever and basically stayed upstairs doing their thing. Bored, I wandered up the stairs, just to see what was going on. I heard
laughter from Angela's room and asked what it was? I got the reply that I couldn't come in, they were having their own game.

I asked if I could join in, they giggled and after a while of pleading said okay then come in..

This was exciting as I was going into foreign territory. I first saw a smiling Angela and the two others and then looked down and saw a bound and gagged Emma.

jaime jaime
jaime_steve@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 17 22:51:48 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Part 2/4

Emma just looked up, struggling and mmmphing on the bed. Her hands had been tied behind her back with pantyhose, her feet also, and was gagged with a rag in her mouth held in by a scarf.
Another scarf was a tied just above the knees. "Still wnat to play?" Said Angela with a glint in her eye. I could have said no but she sort of knew that I wanted to. I nodded and was then grabbed by the three girls. "The rules are that you don't tell anyone: this is just a game". I nodded again; it seemed like fun.
I'd never been tied up before, i'd only seen it happen to people on TV and had wondered what it was like.
I was told to lie face down on the bed. Emma mmmphed as one of the girls held my arms behind my back and crossed them. I then felt what was a soft material being threded across my wrists many times and then pulled tightly and knotted securely. I
tested by bonds: I could writhe about but was stuck fast. They then me bound my ankles with the same type of material, soft and nice to touch but very tight and seemingly connected to my wrists.. Angela they turned me over, and smiled saying "still enjoying the game." I smiled back to let her know it was allright. I could now see that like Emma, had been bound hand and foot with a pair of pantyhose. I was about to say something
when she put a rag in my mouth. I tried to say insomething but couldn't much.She then finished the gag with a scarf over my mouth tied tightly. I was bound and gagged. Angel and the other laughed as they saw me and emma mmph and writeh around on the bed. I was then put on the floor. THe other three laughed aging, and then left us in teh room together...

jaime jaime
jaime_steve@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 17 22:54:29 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Part 3/4

Me and Emma struggled but we couldn't break free. She really struggled but I didn't for some reason. After a while the girls came back and released us. Angela and Emma reminded me not to say anything. I said no, besides it had been fun.

This developed an interest in tie ups but nothing else ever happened in the same way. About three years later when they were about 17/18 Emma and Angela babysat me one night at their house.
Their/my parents were out for the night. Once again they weren't interested in me but i thought back to what had happened. After a few hours I thought of being tied up again and though about
what they could use on me. It gave me something to do.) I went around their house and found some white tape in the kitchen, a scarf and then looked for some rope or something. I hit on the idea of pantyhose again. I found two pairs in the clean laundry basket. I got my equipment together. I first of all tried out how good they'd be for the job. Emma came into the kitchen as I was wrapping one of the pairs of pantyhose around my feet.
"What are you doing" she said. She called Angela to come in in and look at me. They were both angry/laughing that I was playing with their pantyhose. "Well?" Emma asked. I blurted out the
truth clearly embarrassed...Angel looked and smiled with a familiar glint in her eyes. "So you want to play with our clothes do you?"......

jaime jaime
jaime_steve@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 17 22:57:23 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Part 4/4

Angela and Emma had this mixture of anger but laughter. I knew they remembered what had happened but seemed determined to extract something out of it all. "Okay", said Angela, "unless you do exactly what we tell you too we'll tell your mom and dad when they get back. Sheepishly and embarrassed I agreed . She picked up one pair of the pantyhose. "Since you say you want to
if you want to play with these then wear them." I said no but Angela and Emma really had me in a fix. I didn't want them to tell my parents about my tie up games and I ws only 13 and easy
to manipulate by my older cousins. I did what Angela said and took off my pants and put on the pantyhose. Angela and Emma roared with laughter. They picked up the other stuff and told me
to go into the sitting room where they had been watching TV. I sort of knew what was coming as they both had that glint in their eyes. Angela told me to lie face down on the sofa. As I did she tickled the back of my leg. I had ticklish legs but with the pantyhose on even more so. I now felt better as I was part of a game and they weren't too angry. Angela had the other pair of pantyhose isn her hands. I knew what she going to do.

 jaime jaime
jaime_steve@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 17 22:59:48 Est (Heure d'été) 1999

Part 5/4 (ooops! it's longer than I tought...)

Angela then pulled my arms behind my back, crossd them and bound them really tightly with one leg. She then used the other leg to tie my legs together just above the knee. She wound then around knotted and then pulled the remaining part back around my wrists. I tried the bonds but I was tied fast. I turned over and Emma appeared and tied the scarf tightly around my ankles.
They looked at me all trussed up. "Still want to play with our things?" Emma said. Knowingly they tickled my legs. I asked them to stop. "Quiet" siad Angels who held her hand over my
mouth to gag me. Emma got the roll of tape, cut off a length, and placed it over my mouth, smoothing it so that it was totally stuck. THey stood back and admired their handywork. They tcikled me more and I writhed and mmphed but could not stop them. I was completely tied.

They left me on the sofa for a while and eventually untied me and I got dressed again. ANgela said: "Dont forget, if you don't say anything, we won't". They had enjoyed it all just as much as I did. I agreed.

jaime jaime
jaime_steve@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 17 22:48:41 1999

Greetings everybody
I'll cut right to the chase
I use webtv to surf the adult sites, that way I do
not have to worry about the kids getting into any
usage/history files and asking embarassing
questions. Once I power down, it is gone.
However, due to a limited cache size, I sometimes
cannot access an entire page.
Right now, even after the June archiving, I cannot
access past the 8th of June postings. I also have
the same problem with several of the other
archived pages, cannot access all the entries.
It is obvious from the current postings that
something happened here between 8 and 15 June.
What are these references to wrestling?
I have seen discussions about wrestling and
bondage on Brian's page.
If anyone could e-mail me a summary of the events
of 8 to 15 June, that charlie and others were
talking about, I would really appreciate it.

 harmonizer
harmonizer45@webtv.net

Thu Jun 17 22:23:09 PDT 1999

Hey JEFFY P, thanks for the help.

 Downey

Fri Jun 18 20:21:53 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Downey,

You might like to also check out Gromet's Self Bondage Plaza at http://dajungle.com/selfbondage/

It's mainly a story site but has a great new self bondage gallery and techniques section.

mason

Fri Jun 18 10:38:05 1999

Greetings. As to the Skysoldier matter, I feel no regrets. Soldier-boy was trying to throw his weight around, and bully us. He sorta deserves what he got. I was defending Charlie B (see end of June part1 archive).
To Qwerty: I don't kiss men, not for a million bucks. I don't swing that way. DA MAN's started nothing with me, so I have no reason to pounce on the guy. That matter's long been resolved.

To DA MAN: I've been to California once. I went to San Fransisco when I was 13. Twice. Nice place...too bad it's full of nuts, fruits and vegatables (read between the lines).

Hannah, nice story!
I will actually post something again soon. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Fri Jun 18 10:52:25 1999

To Harmonizer: Since I am a Know-it-all, I will report the events.
Something had come up about kids tying their moms and we were debeting the "rules" when Skysoldier dropped by and sorta demanded that we allow for pics to be posted on this site, to prove "which stories were true". To put Mr. G.I. Joe in his place, both Charlie B and I verbally attacked him. Charlie was since repented. I haven't, and won't.
Now, let's please return to our program, already in progress. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Fri Jun 18 11:52:34 EDT 1999

Last month, we had an influx of kids that apparently came from the wresting forum. They were using this forum to flame each other more than contribute stories. Since Canuck started policing the site more agressively and deleting their flames more promptly, most of this has died down. I guess they found some other forum for their electronic wrestling matches.

 Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 18 10:25:18 1999

The Set-Up
1)

Later that summer, maybe 5 or 6 weeks later, I was tied up again to the clothesline post (See
the June-1 archive) by my sister Kathy, her friend Richelle plus another friend of Richelle’s. I
did have to call and talk to Kathy, hoping that she remembered some things that I had
forgotten. Funny thing is, she remembered all of this even better than I did. She also reminded
me of the "excitement" that I showed through out these two days. But because there have
been strict standards here, I’ll refrain from mentioning where those times are, but I’m sure that
most of you will be able to figure it out.

I might add, that in between these two particular times, they had tied me up on several other
occasions. Sometimes I was tied to a chair, sometimes tied up in the basement against the wall
with my arms extended and hands tied to some eye bolts, occasionally my hands were simply
tied behind my back, or mostly Kathy’s favorite way to tie me, spread eagle to the four corners
to an old bed-frame which was laid on the floor. Usually these times were at our house, but a
few times they tied me when we were at Richelle’s. This is were this story starts............

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:28:57 1999

The Set-Up
2)

One day, Kathy and me were at Richelle’s house to go swimming. The swimming felt great
since we were in the middle of another heat wave with some days over 100 degrees. As I
recall, I asked them if they’d tie me up but Kathy didn’t really want to. However, Richelle
said yes. As a matter of fact, Richelle had to talk my sister into it. Anyway, Richelle lead me
into her bedroom.

Richelle had a very large bedroom, which she used to share with her sister, who had gotten
married and had moved out. There was plenty of room, since there was now only one bed in
the room, so she had me lay on the floor and started tying my wrists tied to the legs of her bed.
Kathy stood and watched as Richelle was tying my wrists, but she did help tie my feet to the
legs of Richelle’s dresser. They made it a point to make sure that I was stretched out tight by
pulling firmly on the rope before tying it off to the dresser legs. I wasn’t blindfolded or gagged;
only left there to escape. But for fun, they would torment me by pinching my nipples or by
tickling every now and then when they’d come to check on me. I’m sure it was a temptation
for them, since I was wearing only a pair of swimming trunks (which is about the only clothes
that I wore during summer time).

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:29:48 1999

The Set-Up
3)

About a half hour later, a friend of Richelle’s, Katie, came over to go swimming too. Kathy
and Katie did know each other, but they weren’t really what you would consider close friends,
just acquaintances is a better term. Katie was a little younger than Kathy and Richelle, maybe
a year, possibly 2, but apparently Richelle and Katie were good friends, because they were
both cheerleaders at school before Richelle graduated. Katie was a very cute girl who was
your typical cheerleader type. Blue eyes, blond hair and a nice body. She was, however,
almost 6 ft. tall.

Evidently, Kathy and Richelle had told Katie about me being tied up in the bedroom while
they were sunning themselves by the pool and when they came to check on me later, Katie
came to see for herself. When Katie walked in the room, I remember her looking at me with a
grin on her face and say....."Oh my God!!!! I don’t believe this !!!". All I could do was look
up at the three of them as they were standing over me in their bikini’s, laughing at my
predicament.

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:30:51 1999

The Set-Up
4)

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Katie because she was so tall and she definitely filled out her
bikini very well. I remember her asking Kathy ....... "and he likes being tied up??
. Kathy
said "oh yeah .......... he’s been tied up lots of times .... even by my other sisters". Kathy
continued "he used to be very good at escaping, but we’ve gotten better at it and we make it
more difficult for him". Katie said......"but this seems so cruel" but added......"but fun !!!!!".
Richelle, who was now knelling beside me said as she looked down at me ......... " but you like
this sooooooo much, don’t you?" as she started pitching my nipples. I said "Yes" as I jumped
from the sudden pain. Kathy jumped in and said "he even liked that bad sunburn he got a few
weeks ago, remember??" as she looked down at my spread out body. Then Katie asked what
happened.

For the next few minutes, Richelle and Kathy then told Katie about me being tied to the
clothesline post and all the teasing and tormenting they did, and about my "excited" state.
Needless to say, that part embarrassed me terribly, but I was helpless to stop them from telling
her about it. Katie gazed down at me smiling and said that would have been interesting to
watch. Before Richelle stood up to leave, she dug one fingernail deep into my belly button
which made me squirm. She then tickled me under my arms briefly as Kathy and Katie
towered above me. While Richelle was tickling me, Kathy said......."you enjoyed that
day.....didn’t you??......come on....admit it" I was able to yell out a "yes" in between my
laughter. Richelle then said teasingly...."don’t go anywhere" and stood up, and stepped over
me as the girls left the room.

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:34:06 1999

The Set-Up
5)

As I laid there, I was slightly aroused by what happened and tried escaping, but I was tied too
well. Kathy had picked up a secret from my other sister, Linda, that tying my wrists in the
middle of the rope and having both end pieces long and securing both rope ends to something
out of reach of my hands and fingers would not give me the opportunity to loosen the knots
around my wrists. She taught this little trick to Richelle during the other times when they tied
me up.

Over the next couple of hours, at least one of them would come in to check on me to make
sure I was OK or give me a drink of water as it was well into the 90’s that day. As that
afternoon went on, they were drinking and started to get more and more drunk. This just
added to the teasing and badgering that they’d give me. Nothing serious, mind you......just
verbally or tickling. Well, at one point, Katie came in to give me a drink of water. She got
down on her knees and lifted my head as she brought the glass to my mouth. She asked me if I really liked being tied up. I told her that I did and that I liked the challenge of trying to
escape. She then asked me about "even to the clothesline post?? .........It had to have been
torture for you ..... wasn’t it unbearable in the heat??". Again I said yes but explained that it
just added to the challenge and besides, I knew that my sister or Richelle wouldn’t really hurt
me. Then she stood up and I saw a smile on her. She stood there for a few seconds staring at me and I could tell that her mind was devilishly working. She asked me if I wanted to be tied up like that again and if I did, she’d love to be part of it.. I know I said yes, but didn’t know that Katie would tell Kathy and Richelle about it.
 

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:35:33 1999

The Set-Up
6)

15 or 20 minutes later, all three came into the room and gathered around me. I knew
something was up as soon as Kathy stepped one leg over me, straddling my chest and stood
above me with Richelle and Katie on either side of me. They all stood there with evil grins on
their faces.

Kathy then said that Katie told them that I wanted to be tied up to the clothesline post again. Kathy said that they had talked about it and said they’d do it tomorrow afternoon when we came over. But Richelle added........"but this time, we’re not going to be as nice", before they started laughing. They wouldn’t tell me what they had in mind, but I knew that it wouldn’t be painful or hurt me. I don’t know what prompted it, but my sister then sat on my chest to hold me down and she started tickling me while Richelle and Katie watched. (She told me on the phone, it seemed appropriate since I liked being tickled and the drinking may have also contributed). The other two also started in on me a couple of minutes later. They tickled me for a good 15 minutes before leaving me alone again. About a half hour later, they came in to un-tie me as it was getting late and Kathy needed to get ready for a date and felt it was time to go. On the way home, I asked Kathy what they were gonna do......and all she’d say was :you’ll find out tomorrow".

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:37:31 1999

The Set-Up
7)

That night, I was telling my other sister, Linda, about what had happened that day. She
laughed all through my story and said that she would have loved being there too.
Coincidentally, she and Katie were friends. She almost immediately got on the phone to Katie
to talk to her about it. When she got off the phone, she told me that Katie had never done
anything like that before and she really liked having me tied up like that. She told me that
Katie was looking forward to tomorrow too. I asked her if she had any idea what they would
do to me, but she had no idea. She said it was too bad that she had to work tomorrow because
what ever they would do, it would surely be fun.

I couldn’t sleep that night in anticipation of what these girls were planning. I also kept the
mental picture in my head of looking up at the three of them standing over me while I was
spread out and defenseless at their feet. I slept in the next morning, and mowed the lawn and
did a couple of other chores for my father, but I surely was thinking about the afternoon
activities.

TG

Fri Jun 18 10:38:20 1999

The Set-Up
8)

Nancy, my oldest sister, who was engaged at the time but was living at home to save money
for a house, was just leaving for work. She came over to tell me that Kathy had told her about the day before and about me being tied up again today. Since she had often been part of tying me up, she knew what the "boundaries" were, which I usually wanted pushed to the extreme. She told me that she reminded Kathy about the terrible sunburn I had last time and the "lame" excuse we told our parents of why I had two white stripes across my face (from the gag and the blindfold). Sorry, but neither of us recall what the "lame" excuse was, but we had to come up with something because none of us ever told our parents about the bondage. Somehow, we never thought our parents would understand. To this day, they have never been told. Anyway, she said to be careful and to have fun She also let it slip-out that she made a
recommendation to Kathy about the blindfold, but she wouldn’t tell me what it was.

So.......the story of me being tied to the clothesline post a second time will continue from here. I thought it necessary to provide you with how the entire situation came about. I will try to
post the story with-in the next week.

TG

Fri Jun 18 12:54:40 1999

Just for the record TG, "with-in" is one word. Now, it's time to post.

THE KARATE TIE-UP (pt1 of 1)

A few years back, I went to a karate class for about two and a half weeks. There I met this girl named Sophie, this natuarl blonde (one of only six living on Earth) who was a green belt and my friend and rival. I thought about asking her out: she was really cute, but she was too much of a tomboy. She wanted to outdo me at everything.
Now, I know what you're thinkin'. No, I didn't exactly FAIL karate, it's just that kicking really isn't my thing. I punch and knee a lot. I'd make a better boxer than martial artist. That, and I thought that learning all the forms and patterns was too slow; just teach the moves. Besides, I could already beat most of the low ranking students anyway.
Except Sophie.
One day (one of my last) at karate, Sophie made an interesting bet; whoever could beat the other could tie them up with the belts. Those belts are actually good tying devices. I didn't want to, but a few well placed insults to my huge ego from her got me to do it. Standing on the big blue mat and with all the other students watching, we squared off.
For the record: in sparring, you beat you opponent by knocking them to the ground or throwing them off the mat.
This may seem easy for you, but anyone who knows me knows I CANNOT HIT A GIRL. I can't hit, shove, or throw a girl. It's chivalry to the 900th power. I can't bring myself to hit a girl unless she's LIERALLY killing me.
Here's the deal: I'm a boxer, so I mostly punch. She's a green-belt in Tai Kwon Do, so she mostly kicks. Are you interested yet!?
Sophie deals a barrage of kicks to my chest, face and stomach. I block most of them, 'cept for a few to the ribs. Although she isn't as strong as me, it still stung.
She contiued her kick onslaught, and I contiued my "Rocky" impession, only I actually blocked. She was usually nailing me with 1 out of every 8 kicks, and I couldn't bring myself to fight back. If only she wasn't so cute....

 Zorro

Fri Jun 18 17:31:46 1999

Hi again,
Charlie mentioned the magic word in his reply to
my questions, "KIDS".
Bear with me now, this s directed at the "KIDS"
who post here
1. LYCOS the parent company of Tripod is USA based
2. Child pornography is verbotten in the USA
3. In some parts of the country {USA} bondage
related material is considered poronographic
4. Imagine what a publicity hungry, crusading city
or county attorney would do with a business that
dealt with child bondage,

SEE WHERE I AM HEADING

ALL YOU POSTERS THAT CLAIM TO BE MINORS [KIDS}
BETTER KNOCK IT OF QUICK !!!

HOW LONG DO YOU THINK IT WOULD TAKE LYCOS AND
TRIPOD TO SHUT THIS SITE DOWN AFTER THEY STARTED
GETTING LETTERS FROM CITY, COUNTY, AND STATE
GOVERNMENTAL UNITS ABOUT CHILD PORNOGRAPHY

IF NOTHING ELSE, LYCOS AND TRIPOD WOULD PROBABLY
SAY THAT THIS SITE VIOLATES COMMUNITY STANDARDS
AND SHUT IT DOWN JUST TO COVER THEIR ASSES

I value and enjoy this site too much to lose it
because some people think it is 'cool' to pretend
they are kids and post stories about what they are
currently doing

Let's keep this an adults recounting TRUE, not
fictional, childhood happenings site

harmonizer
harmonizer45@webtv.net

Fri Jun 18 18:14:45 1999

It's me again,
Since I have delurked after a year, I mght as well
go all the way.
I am a big fan of adult women getting tied up by
kids. Unfortunately, I only did it once and that
was with an early twenty something babysitter.
There were several neighbors that I fantasized
constantly about. I tried to think of ways I could
get my mother to let me tie her up so she would
get the neighbors involved. But it was all just
youthful fantasy, never had he guts to actually
try. My real bondage experiences didn't start
until I was in college and started dating my wife.

I really envy guys like Maddog, Truefan, Dudalb,
et al, who actually got to restrain some adult
females.

The recent stories from the mother's view are
extremely interesting, hope they keep on appearing

Well, back to the shadows

 harmonizer

Sat Jun 19 02:15:01 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Before I post my next story, I'd like to echo Harmonizer's comments about the adult women tie-up stories by Dudalb and the others. They make for fascinating reading.
Well, without further ado, here's my tale:

Doug
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Sat Jun 19 02:25:42 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

During Easter vacation of 1977, my cousins Donna (13), Shirley (11) and George (7) spent the weekend at my lakeside home. I was twelve years old then, and already a "veteran" of quite a few bondage games, the last being with some girls who lived in my neighborhood (see my last post, in the June Part One 1999 archive).
My cousins Donna and Shirley actually initiated me into the games when I was ten, and I was expecting to play some more when they came up that weekend. I was not disappointed.
The first day went by harmlessly, with me acting as the official tour guide for my cousins. I had some fun trying to convince George that we had our own version of the Loch Ness Monster living in the lake, and that I would often see it swimming by my house. While all three of my cousins openly ridiculed that notion, I noticed that, from time to time, each of them would gaze warily at the glassy waters, as if wondering if a large serpent could really be somewhere down there.
Later that night, George was asleep on the fold out cot in my bedroom, while I sat up in my bed reading comics. When I overheard some noise in the hallway outside, I got up and cracked my door open. I just caught a glimpse of the girls descending the steps, whispering to each other excitedly. I couldn't resist, so I threw on my robe and carefully went downstairs, my bare feet silent on the carpeting.
I immediately saw that Donna and Shirley had commandeered our kitchen and turned it into a "lake monster lookout station". They were peering out the large bay window. Shirley was clad in pink and white pajamas, while Donna wore only an extra large football jersey. They were both barefoot.

Doug
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Sat Jun 19 02:30:18 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(2 of 9)
Standing in the doorway, I folded my arms across my chest and sternly said, "What are you doing?"
To their credit, they didn't scream, but my unexpected question did startle the girls enough to make them jump. When they recovered, Donna explained that Shirley thought she saw something swimming in the lake from the guest bedroom they shared. Shirley angrily denied this. But the scarlet shade her face took on indicated otherwise.
"Oh, you'll see the monster soon enough," I told them in my best ominous voice. "Because I'm going to feed you to him!"
Donna and Shirley exchanged a wary look, then they abruptly made a run for it. I caught Shirley from behind and wrestled her to the floor while Donna skipped over us and dashed downstairs to the rec room. Having nothing to tie her with, I pulled the sash off of my robe and used it to bind Shirley's hands behind her back.
"This is just a bondage game, right?" Shirley asked anxiously as she knelt with her back facing me. "I mean, you're not really gonna take me outside and...you know...."
As I finished binding her wrists together, I reassured Shirley that I was just going to tie her and Donna up, nothing more. We both glanced up to see George looming over us.
"You left me alone," George flatly told me. It sounded like an accusation, and I immediately apologized by asking him if he wanted to help me track down Donna.
George, who still looked as if he were half asleep, simply nodded.
With a bound Shirley in tow, we made our way downstairs. The rec room in my house was essentially a big TV room with glass sliding doors leading to the yard with the lake beyond.

Doug

Sat Jun 19 02:34:00 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(3 of 9)
I made Shirley take a seat in a large reclining chair, then I went into the utility closet and fetched some proper binding rope with a roll of duct tape. I gagged Shirley with a strip of tape to prevent her from warning Donna. Then George and I went looking for his oldest sister. I instantly knew Donna was hiding in the walk-in closet, because, when I last saw it earlier, the sliding doors were ajar. Now, they were shut. After pointing this out to George, we converged on the closet. There really wasn't anyplace in there for Donna to hide; I knew where she was the moment I opened the doors.
Yet to her credit, she had knelt down between two of my mother's winter coats (which hung with the other clothes on the bar) and had pulled them over her the best she could. I went over and yanked the coats apart with a flourish, exposing Donna, who merely waved sheepishly at me.
Then her eyes grew wide as she stared at my opened robe and said, "Don't like wearing PJs, uh, Doug?"
To my annoyance, I felt myself blush. Actually, she was right; I always felt pajamas were too warm, so I usually slept clad only in a pair of shorts. But it occurred to me that, out of the four of us, only Shirley and George actually wore proper pajamas.
"You should talk," I muttered, as I helped her out of the closet. "At least I'm wearing a robe."
Once Donna stood up, I bound her wrists together behind her back with a strand of clothesline rope. I then pulled off a strip of tape and gagged her with it. Grabbing her arm, I brought her over to the sofa, where I helped Donna to lie down on her stomach. After making sure she wouldn't fall off, I crossed her ankles one over the other then bound them together with more clotheslines rope.

Doug

Sat Jun 19 02:38:44 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(4 of 9)
Knowing Donna was something of an escape artist, I then secured another strand of rope from her bound wrists to her bound ankles, effectively hog-tying her. Donna grunted once under the gag while I knotted her bonds off, but other than that, she showed no signs of discomfort. In fact, while I gave her the customary post-bondage inspection by checking her knots to insure she wouldn't escape, Donna casually wiggled her toes in the air while humming a song under her gag.
George tugged on my robe. "Doug," he said with a giggle, "look!"
When I glanced over at Shirley, I nearly burst out loud with laughter. The reclining chair she sat in had a swivel base which allowed it to turn 360 degrees. Shirley made use of this function by lazily tapping a bare foot on the floor every now and then, which made the chair--with her in it--spin around wildly.
In order to stop her frenzied swirling, I had to reach out quickly and grab the chair, and Shirley deliberately swung her legs out to kick me in the shins. I immediately repaid her for that by crossing her ankles over the other and binding them together with rope. There was really nothing to fasten her feet to under the chair (at least nothing within easy reach), so I had to settle for securing Shirley's tied ankles to one of the spindles under the left arm of the chair. This caused Shirley to sit with her legs bent to one side, a position made easy on her with her ankles crossed over the other.
Still, she regarded me with a calm yet steady gaze that made me wonder what sweet revenge my dear cousins were already plotting against me.

Doug

Sat Jun 19 02:43:25 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(5 of 9)
After checking Shirley's bonds one last time, I went over and stood next to George, who now appeared to be completely awake. "How long are you gonna keep 'em like this?" he asked, as he stared at his bound sisters with rapt fascination.
"Until Nessie gets hungry enough to stick his head in her and snatch them up," I cheerfully replied. If it had have been any warmer, I would have bound the girls as close to the water as possible, such as in the boathouse. But the chilly weather outside reduced my little fantasy to having the lake monster poke his head through the glass sliding doors.
However, George wasn't convinced. As we headed back upstairs, George asked me how could a big monster with flippers crawl onto land. Never actually having seen one do this, I wasn't really sure myself, and none of my half-hearted attempts at an explanation met with his satisfaction.
We must have sat there in my room, debating the issue of whether flippered monsters could walk on land, for about ten minutes before my door abruptly flew open and Donna and Shirley entered. Stunned at how they could have escaped so easily from my extensive rope work, I barely had time to react to them before Donna tackled me onto my bed, handgagging me. I laid on my stomach, with Donna straddling me. Shirley, breaking into giggles, pulled a strip of tape from the roll and promptly gagged me. Donna told George to shut the door while she took a length of clothesline rope that Shirley handed her.

Doug

Sat Jun 19 02:48:38 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(6 of 9)
My mind was still reeling at how the girls could have escaped so easily and quickly. I knew they didn't have any hidden devices on them. Shirley's pajamas had no pockets, and Donna's football jersey certainly didn't have any pockets, either. But I soon had other problems. Donna pulled my arms behind my back and bound them together at the wrists. Shirley went down to the foot of my bed and began tying my ankles. George stood watching all of this with a look of deep contemplation, like a youthful philosopher wondering about the meaning of it all.
Once I was securely tied hand and foot, the girls then hog-tied my wrists to my ankles. I remember glancing at my alarm clock and seeing that it was now after one in the morning.
The joys of bondage knew no schedule, I guess.
There was some mirthful moments when Donna pulled my blankets over me. I still laid on my stomach, with my bound limbs sticking up in the air. And when the blanket covered my hog-tied wrists and ankles, it looked like a tent. Donna pulled the blanket away, then shoved me over so that I laid on my left side. Then she pulled the blanket up over me again.
"Comfty?" Donna cheerfully asked, looking for all the world like a deranged babysitter as she tucked me in for the night.
I merely nodded and murmured "Um-hum," under my gag. This brought another round of muffled giggles from my cousins.
"Leave him like that," Donna casually told George, "we'll untie him in the morning."

Doug

Sat Jun 19 02:52:52 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(7 of 9)
I never believed for a second that the girls would actually leave me bound all night. That was one of the big 'no-no's in our bondage games. I knew I was going to stay bound for the usual half hour or so, then I would get freed.
When the girls left us alone, George must have stood there grinning broadly at me for a good five minutes before he went back to bed. I said his name--which, thanks to my tape gag, sounded like a muffled grunt. It still got the desired effect, because George paused to give me a guilty look, as if he was having second thoughts about leaving me bound. I kept repeating his name over and over--which sounded like a series of indignant grunts under my gag--until he finally broke down and, with an exasperated sigh, came over to me.
George pulled down the blanket and loosened the knot binding my wrists. Then he walked around to his bed and crawled in. Instead of going to sleep, he merely sat and watched me expectantly.
I felt the ropes binding my wrists grow slack, and I was able to move my hands enough to work them free. I pulled the tape gag off, then sat up and whispered "Thanks" to George.
"Are you gonna get revenge?" George asked.
"Yep," I said, as I shoved the blanket off of me so I could untie my ankles. Once I was completely free, I gathered the pile of rope which the girls used to bind me with and left my room with George in tow.
Glancing at the slit under the door, I saw the girls' light was still on, and I could hear Shirley talking softly. They were no doubt waiting until the customary half hour was up to untie me. Well, I had a surprise for them!

Doug

Sat Jun 19 02:57:24 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(8 of 9)
But, little did I realize, that there was a surprise for me....
I swung open their door to find Donna lying bound and gagged on the bed! She laid with her hands above her head, her wrists tied to the headboard, while Shirley was busy securing her older sister's bound ankles to the foot post of the bed. Donna, whose mouth was gagged with tape, could only stare wide-eyed at George and me--while we, in turn, stared back equally wide-eyed at this turn of events.
After knotting off Donna's bonds, Shirley finally noticed George and me. She put her hands on her hips and said, "George, did you untie him?"
"No, the lake monster did," I retorted. "How did you guys get free so quickly?"
Shirley merely held up the sash to my robe, and it hit me: I had forgotten that I had used it to tie her hands behind her back. Apparently, it didn't do as good a job in binding Shirley's wrists as it did in keeping my robe closed.
This bondage game was cut off when I heard a truly frightening sound; it was far more scary than any lake monster crawling out of the water: it was the sound of my parents' bedroom door opening. They usually slept like logs--however, in retrospect, I suppose we were getting very boisterous for the late hour.
I instantly grabbed George's hand and tried to dash across the hall with him to my room before being spotted (the girls were on their own!) But it was too late. My mother caught us and began a stern lecture on how a good night's sleep was important to good health.

Doug

Sat Jun 19 03:02:19 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

(9 of 9)
Mom included Shirley on the lecture when Shirley tried to discreetly close her bedroom door. Shirley stood regarding my mother with the look of a deer caught in the headlights of a semi--while, behind her, I could clearly see Donna's bound bare feet writhing in agony on the bed. Her feet were bound to the foot post, so she couldn't even retract them from sight.
I had assumed that my mother stood at such an angle that she never saw Donna. But Shirley told me the following day that there was no way my mother could not have seen Donna lying trussed up on the bed. Donna said that, at that time, she was too damn busy trying to free herself to notice whether my mother saw her or not (It wasn't until my mother had finished her lecture, and we sheepishly went back to our respective bedrooms, that Donna was finally freed by Shirley).
This has grown into something of a mini controversy between us--the "Did She?" or "Didn't She?" argument--which has lasted even to this day. However, if my mother had seen Donna bound and gagged, she never mentioned it to me. This fact alone convinced me that she never saw Donna tied up (besides, she would have given me a lecture to end all lectures if she had seen her neice lying there bound and gagged).
I didn't play another bondage game until the summer, once again with my cousins, plus a local girl named Mona. That was a really interesting experience! It'll be posted next time. As always, thanks for reading.

Doug

Sat Jun 19 03:08:16 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Reading the last page, I've noticed that I've misspelled the word "niece". The 'i' must have slid over on me when I wasn't looking. Uh, damn these computer gremlins! (yeah, right, Doug....)

Doug
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Sat Jun 19 17:19:07 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Doug,

Next time don't forget to tie (and gag) those gremlins up so they can't nick your "i's"...

Having said that, great story!

BTW, you should come in and join us for a chat one day.

 mason

Sat Jun 19 16:32:35 Arabian Standard Time 1999

The bondage Teacher

Seeing as the subject of adult tieing is quite popular, I will tell the story of when me and my former teacher BEGAN to play tie up games. Mrs. Miller (we'll call her) was my English teacher, she had short very curly hair and she was quite short but had an athletic body, she was about (or at least looked) between 25 and 30. She was very kind and knew my family from outside school so one day she offered me some extra lessons before our end-of-year final exams. I agreed to go over to her house for the day and went over, as I wasn't technically at school I dressed in a white tee shirt, black shorts, sneakers and socks. She lived in a flat outside of school and by herself so it was rather convenient. I arrived at her house and she was wearing a short blue skirt and a white blouse. She was barefoot and asked that I remove my sneakers apon entering. So we got to work, she assigned me with some questions to do whilst sh overlooked. I had a nervous habit of swinging on my chair and humming to myself, this began to annoy her and she eventually said: "If yuou don't stop your swinging and singing, I'll tie you up, gag you and then torture you!" Of course I jumped at this. And called her bluff.

Scott
kman1@emirates.net.ae

Sat Jun 19 16:42:32 Arabian Standard Time 1999

The Bondage Teacher (part 2)

She seemed surprised by this response but asked said she would. I told her that would be all right. So she told me to finish the questions whilst she gathered what she could, so I hastly finished and she came back, she checked my work and then toldme to lie on my stomach in the middle of her living room, I put my hands behind my back but quickly turned to look at her, I tried to seem like I wasn't enjoying this and then asked if I could tie her up afterwards. She agreed, then I asked what torture she had in mind and for how long I was to be her captive for. She thought and then said that any kind of foot torture and for however long she wanted, orr until I escaped. I agreed and waited to see how good she was. First she tied my wrists (crossed over) behind my back, then she pinned them to my waist with a seperate piece of rope. Then she bound my ankles together (also crossed over) and then my knees. She then draggedme over to a large beam that was situated in the middle of the room about several yards away from me. She placed me face first against the wall, and bound my torso and thighs to the beam. She then gagged me with a ball of cloth rapped in another cloth. She then told me that it was a bad move challenging her and she began to tickle the soles of my feet with her fingers.

 Scott
kman1@emirates.net.ae

Sat Jun 19 16:53:19 Arabian Standard Time 1999

The bondage teacher (part three)

It was agony, I began giggling through my gag and the my gigles turned to uproarus laughter. After a while she stopped and ungagged me, she asked if I like tie up games, I told her the truth and she admitted that she did too. She continued with her tickling for a brief while and then untied me, she said she was done and then fetched me a glass of water and made lunch. Afterwards is a different story.

PS I forgot to mention that my socks were removed after MISS (I also made a mistake with that) Miller had finsihed tieing me up.
 

Scott

Sat Jun 19 16:12:13 GMT+0200 (Ora legale Europa occidentale) 1999

Great stories recently. Thank Doug, Scott, Hannah, Jaime Jaime and TG and everyone.

I see that now the 'Tying Up Mums' subject is around... But what about 'Mums Tying Up Us'? I remember that in the past there have been some posts about parents that tied up their kids so that the kids would enjoy the game, maybe also while watching TV.

Thank you again. Ciao from Italy!

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sat Jun 19 11:13:17 EDT 1999

Harmonizer, I'd just like to submit that there are some of us that are kids. I for one, am a High Schooler. Therefore, if I wrote a story that happened to me, under what you said, some people might consider it child pornogrophy. But I'd also like to submit that there is a fine line between bondage, or at least what I consider bondage, and the stories here. To my knowledge, bondage is always considered sexual, and pornogrophy is usually conected with sex or nudity. This site however, thus far (other than a couple posts) has no sexual actions. So I cannot really comprehend why some would say this is child porogrophy, but that's just me.

 Jeff

Sat Jun 19 19:27:05 Arabian Standard Time 1999

The bondage teacher (part 3)

After we had eaten, we were preparing to start again, when the doorbell rang. I quickly jumped and grabbed and concealed as muchof the evidence as possible. In came a woman, she was talking to Miss. MiLler when she came into the living room. At first I thought I'd got all until I noticed that I had forgotten my socks and a few pieces of rope. The woman noticed this and remarked that next time we playe we should invite her, I was stunned. I had always ben fearful of getting caught and yet now that I was everything was better instead of worse. But soon, she left and we could continue. So she went into the middle of the room and we began. I asked her to lie on her stomach and I tied her in a hog-tie, I didn't gag her but imediately began tickling her feet. She was incredibly ticklish and she exploded with laughter. Sadly, though, I decided to return her favour of keeping it short and stopped after ten minutes. I untied her and then fetched her some water. After that I wa fearful she would declare it over and we'd have to get back to work, and it was still only 1:10p.m. Thankfully, I was wrong and she offered we play a game of kidnap. She even recomended a small shack on a beach she knew. I agreed, but I wasn't to sure wether I would be seen, she read my mind and promised no one visted it. So I agreed.

 Scott

Sat Jun 19 19:37:10 Arabian Standard Time 1999

The Bondage Teacher (Part 4) A visit to the beach.

So she left me there in the room whilst she collected a bag for the stuff and her sandals. I was about to put on my sneakers when she stopped me. She told me I had been captured at home and there I din't wear shoes. So I stopped, she put my shoes and socks in the bag grabbed her keys and we headed out. We were in no danger of being seen as everybody was at work so we easily reached the car (luckily for my feet it wasn't far away and there was no glass etc...) there I was asked/told to lie in the bag of the car and pretend I was unconscious so I played along. First she placed my wrists against a small bar that was situated under the back seat, this left me bound and unable to escape. Then my ankles and knees were bound, finally she took a large cover and covered me up so no one could see me, and I couldn't see where I was going. The journey took about ten minutes, after that I was completely untied, and led from the car to a large abandoned straw house, playing the part of the victim I begged her to release me but she refused point blank. In the house I was sat on one of four chairs in the middle of the shack and tied to the chair. My feet were also pulled up underneath the chair by a rope connecting my ankle bonds to my wrist bonds. This left my soles facing upwards. Then, she used string to tie my big toes to the ropes on my knees, this caused my toes to be stretched. We talked a little she told me the person whom caught us actually played bondage games with her, and comonly came down here. She said the next time I cam we would all play.She then of course tickled me.

Scott
kman1@emirates.net.ae

Sat Jun 19 19:48:54 Arabian Standard Time 1999

The Bondage Teacher (part 5)
Sadly, though, the beach was boring, I pretended I was her prisoner and she pretended to be a horrible criminal. But before I left for home, we set a date for our next encounter. She promised that it would be better with third person. I would just have to wait and see.

 Scott

Sat Jul 17 10:07:44 1999

THE KARAETE TIE-UP (pt2 of 3) -so I goofed by posting part 1 as "pt1 of 1". So sue me!!

On our previous episode, a blonde girl in my karate class named Sophie challenged me to a sparring match. The loser got tied up with belts. I was losing, taking kick after kick, because I can't hit a girl.
Back to today's episode.. I began to actually think about the situation. This match had been going on for about 7 minutes and all the students were watching, so I couldn't lose. I realized that whenever she hit me in a certain spot, she'd try for that spot again 2-3 kicks later. I was so busy blocking and worrying, I hadn't seen this predictable pattern sooner!
So, I let her nail me in the jaw with a roundhouse kick. THAT hurt.
Sure enough, she eventually went for my jaw again. I grabbed her foot and lifted her leg upwards until she lost balence and fell. In a sparring match, once you hit the mat, game over.
Sophie was in shock. She knew about my weakness, and didn't expect defeat. We were even, because I didn't expect to win. I pulled off my long white-belt.
TO BE CONCLUDED.....

 Zorro

Sat Jul 17 10:20:55 1999

Just for the record, part 1 of "Karate Tie-Up" was posted on June 18, 12:54:40, just above Harmonizer's "KIDS" post. Now, on with it....
THE KARATE TIE-UP (pt 3 of 3)

Sophie had lost our bet. Seeing me pull off my belt, she sighed and put her hands behind her back.
"I thought you couldn't hit a girl, Mr. He-Man," she complained as I crossed her wrists and bound them very tightly.
I took off both of her white, long socks. "I DIDN'T hit you," I said as I tied her knees together with one sock. I glanced to the other students watching, who were now giggling. "Did any of you see me hit her?!"
A whole bunch of "No"s was their reply as I tied her ankles together with the other sock.
Then I slid off her green belt.
"Hey, what are you--" was all she could get out before I gagged her, tying the belt around her mouth and head twice before knotting it.
She lay there, mumbling and struggling to get free for about half the class (which'd be about 30 minutes) until she finally got free. Strangly enough, the Master didn't say a word about one of his students laying there trussed up.
She remained a friend and rival, but never challenged me to another sparring match. Wonder why...
THE END. The moral? NEVER challenge me to a fight unless you have the skills of Bruce Lee.

Or, you're a girl...

That's it for today. Like Athlete's Foot and Beanie Babys, I shall return. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Sat Jul 17 10:38:23 1999

Just for the record, I agree with Jeff.
Cool story, Doug. But, after reading so many of these stories, I've come to a conclusion.

After you properly bind and gag someone, why do people WALK AWAY, TURN THEIR BACK, or GO TO ANOTHER LOCATION?! You guys always leave yourselves wide open for a sneek attack. No matter how well you tie someone up, there's always some chance that they can get loose. It's almost like wrestling (only real): if wrestlers actually looked behind them after they clobbered someone, they'd aviod 90% of attacks!
Then again, it's easier fro a 110 lb girl to surprise you than a 500 lb sweaty guy, and yet wrestlers always get sneek attacked! Like in real life, ya wouldn't notice a guy triple your weight comin' at you with a crowbar!! Jeez...

Sorry, I'm ranting. Man, this post is gonna get deleted so fast...
Hell with it. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Sat Jun 19 16:03:01 CDT 1999

Jeff, I agree that there has never been anything posted on this site that was not removed that I would call pornography. However, the fact is that by the average legal interpretation it IS adult material.
I suggest that if you are a minor you simply not mention this fact, and state something like "this occurred when I was ___". That way you don't have to lie but there are no problems about your age.
Sorry to post something so long, but I thought it was important.

Dorren

Sat Jun 19 18:26:34 1999

Me again
I agree with Dorren and Jeff 100%, IMO there is
nothing even remotely pornographic about this
site.
But, sadly, there are areas where bondage is
considered pornographc, add posters claiming to be
minors, and.....
Let's all play it safe and follow Dorren's advice.
Either make it very plain that your story happened
wayback when, so it is very clear that you are now
an adult.
Or simply do not mention your age or the time
frame of your story at all.
Let's not give the thought police even the
slghtest chance.
Now, keep those stories coming.

harmnizer45

Sat Jun 19 21:05:24 PDT 1999

I have this really cute girl in my class, and she and I are so-so friends, but we like to play a game. It was called "Fugitive" because she would play a park ranger and I was a fugitive. Whoever caught each other first got to tie eachother up. Anyway, my friend, I'll call her M, was about 5'3, shoulder length brown hair, not much for a chest, but her legs made up for it. For our game she wore tight jean shorts and a green shirt like boy scouts wear and hiking boots. I was dressed in all black. On our belts, we each had a bag full of bondage stuff, i.e ropes, tape, blindfolds. We were in the forest, looking for each other, when I thought, "It's gonna take me a while to find her, so, I'll let her find me." So, I crawled up in a large tree and waited. After twenty minutes, I heard a rustling. i looked to my right, and there was M, walking along. She passed my tree and i jumped down. I landed with a large crack of branches. She turned around and saw me, then ran. I was about 5'8, so it wasn't much of a contest. I jumped and knocked her over. I was also so stronger than her. She began to struggle and hit me, but I had a high tolerance for pain(I had a big brother, we fought alot, so that explains it) anyway, so I overpowered her, and she was about to scream, when I clamped my hand over her mouth. I dragged her north until I found an old cabin of my family's and threw her in on the bed. I told her to lie on her belly, which she did. I took out the rope and bound her wrists and ankles together, not to mention her knees, thighs, and upper arms to chest area. I brought her over to a post in the middle of the room and took out the tape. I took off a strip and was about to put it on her mouth, but stopped. here was a gorgeous girl, tied up and standing before me. I decided what i had to do. I grabbed her head and kissed her smack-dab on the lips. Shhe was surprised, but then gave in. I pulled away, and she sighed, and I slapped the tape on her lips. I then wrapp

 Mr. tieherup
darkjedi_15@hotmail.com

Sun Jun 20 17:28:08 Arabian Standard Time 1999

A foursome (part 1) a pleasant surprsie

In my last post I told of how me and my teacher played a small tie up game. I also told of a woman who unexpectadly arrived and saw some of our stuff. She turned out to be a 'bondage mate' of Miss. Miller and also the mother of one of my friends in school. The woman, who's name was Lillian, was in her late thirties, she had shoulder length blonde hair and hazel eyes. She had a slim physique and was quite attractive. Pauline, her daughter, had long black hair and brown eyes and she wore glasses. She was slightly shorter then me (the same age though, at 13 I think I was) but she was slim, beautiful and a member of several sports teams. Miss. Miller invited me to stay over at her house, as a matter of fact she asked my mother and my parents TOLD me I was to go round to her house. So I went round, upon entering her house Miss. Miller and Lillian were already there but Pauline had not arrived, I was told to go downstairs and wait for her. I was dressed in a blue tee shirt and black shorts,socks (why I don't know) and sneakers. When Pauline arrived she was dressed in a red tank top, black shorts, white socks and sneakers. I greeted her and we went upstairs together.

Scott
kman1@emirates.net.ae

Sun Jun 20 17:42:05 Arabian Standard Time 1999

A foursome (part 2) The capture

We knocked on the door and were asked to come in. As soom as we had entered the door, Miss. Miller and Lilian jumped us from behind (Lilian on me) and wrestled us to the ground stomach on the floor. In truth I may have been able to fight her off but this was part of a came. On the floor my shoes and socks were removed and one of them shoved in my mouth, it was secured in place by some tape. Then- with some rope- my hands were bound behind my back. All this time Miss. Miller had done the same to Pauline, finished with our hands they pulled us together and bound my left ankle to her right one. We were then picked up whilst Miss. Miller took our shoes and remaing sock and hid them. We were then taken down stair and then outside and made to walk several yards (on porpose) to Miss Miller's car. We were pushed into the boo (she has a hatchback) and covered with a blanket. We were then driven off in the car. I can't say the drive was comfortable and the ropes were kind of tight. I luckily though managed to pull off the tape on my mouth and spit out my gag, I then had a one way conversation with Pauline.

Scott

Sun Jun 20 21:40:16 CDT 1999

great story scott, cant wait to hear the rest

 mitch

Mon Jun 21 11:30:42 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

I finally got some time to write this. Working for a living suck.

From the comments from the chatroom discussion and emails I have received I fear that my less than perfect writing style has given the impression that Nancy is a mean person, one guy’s comment was ‘a dominatrix in training.’ Granted, she did enjoy tying more than being tied, yet she was still a kind and compassionate person and made every effort to make sure her victims were in no real danger, either physically or emotionally.

It also seems that a great deal of the readers at this site are waiting with impatient anticipation for when Mrs. Mason gets tied. My memory is flawed, all I know is that she was tied up and that Nancy and I did it, I don’t remember why. Without the ‘why’ the story will be pretty hollow, give me time, it will come to me. As I write these stories more and more memories are returning. There is even the shadow of a memory of Mrs. Mason getting tied more than once.

I am not trying to leave you hanging, this is the simple truth. Of course after reading this you probably feel I’ve done a few too many drugs and have lost some brain cells. That is not the case either it’s just hard to recollect something that happened over a decade ago. I enjoy all of the stories written here, it is our shared experience that brought me to this page in the first place. I read this page for a year before I had the courage to write anything, so if I can do it anyone can.

Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com

Mon Jun 21 11:35:18 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 1
The camping trip was fun but it was basically the spark that started the escapades that summer which continued on into the school year, mostly on the weekends. The game’s players all lived within the neighborhood. Tim and I were the two main male players, and Nancy, Jenn, Tamra, and Tina were the female players. Occasionally Eric played with us but not to often. We were all around the age of 13. After we got back from the camping trip we decided to play hide and seek and I think it was Tim that said it would be fun if we played commandos or something like that where we could resist being found and also take prisoners. Not an uncommon scenario. Nancy, the quintessential intellect, noticed that it wouldn’t be fair since we were faster and stronger than the girls. I pointed out that we were out numbered so it should be fair.
“You are out numbered but it would take two or three of us to completely keep you from escaping,” Nancy said.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
“OK, then we need some rules to make it fair,” Nancy said. “How about this, if two girls can grab one guy than that guy can’t struggle, if just one girl grabs him than he can try to get away.”
“OK,” I said (Nancy and I were the leaders of the neighborhood, if you couldn’t tell) “If we grab a girl she can’t use her fingernails or teeth to get away and no kicks to the balls.” Both Eric and Tim nodded approvingly. “Also, if you scream for more help, by your rules Nancy, we would be in trouble. So, if we capture one of you girls and you scream, we can gag you, fair?”

“Fine, I guess restraints will be necessary,” Nancy said, “do all the girls agree.” They all shrugged their shoulders and nodded their heads. “What about rules after capture.”
I cracked a big smile and said, “Nothing permanent and nothing painful.”
Nancy smiled back, “Sounds familiar.”

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:35:54 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 2
We all talked a bit about the boundaries of the game, but it was pretty obvious where the game would be played. Behind our houses ran a creek that was lined with trees that was great for hiding and sneaking up on people, it was large enough to have any game. Nancy said they would use her yard for the girls rallying point and we used my yard for the boys, they were quite a distance away.

(Now I am going to say this now so you understand. We followed the rules really well but the spirit of the game evolved from a hide and seek derivative to more of a capture and escape game. We intended it to be a give and take but both the boys and girls enjoyed the way it evolved. Hiding and running from capture was just as much fun as capturing, especially since we were out numbered. During the summer it was if the game never ended, only when parents were around was there no possibility of two girls walking up and taking one of us guys as prisoners. The girls had it easier, they always moved in herds, so if we were going to capture them they had to be alone and it had to be swift. Tim and I got really good at stalking and hiding and using unique tactics to nab the girls. We were especially brilliant when we grabbed Nancy, oh but that’s the next story.)

Tim, Eric and I immediately split up to go find some of the girls which was our first mistake. The girls never were alone so if I attempted to try and capture one of them the other one could grab me and I would be caught according to the rules. Eventually after running away several times I was frustrated and went to find Tim or Eric. I found Tim hiding and we talked about it and decided we would have to go together and try and capture two at once.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:37:01 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 3
Our plan was to get a couple of old sheets and some rope, we would surprise the two girls and throw a sheet over there heads and then get them to the ground where we could tie their wrists and if necessary gag them with some old cloth scraps. I realized that Nancy had the trunk from the camping trip so her troops would be well equipped. Tim and I stalked from tree to boulder through the small canyon that the stream had created over the years. We were silent and we eventually heard voices up ahead, it was Jenn and Tamra, we were lucky it wasn’t Nancy, I figured she would be quite a challenge to capture. I motioned to Tim that I would take Tamra and he should jump Jenn. Tamra was wearing typical summer attire, running shorts, a tank top and the straps of her blue bikini could be seen underneath. Jenn was attired in cut off jean shorts with a long white T-shirt with a one piece swimsuit underneath. They probably had been swimming at Nancy’s place.
When they walked between the trees we were hiding behind, Tim and I jumped them, the few seconds of surprise were all that we needed to get the sheets over there heads. They immediately began to yell and struggle. The sheets helped us keep there hands out of the way as we wrestled them to the ground where I sat on Tamra and began to pull her wrists behind her back. Tim had also sat on Jenn but was facing the opposite direction. I was working so intently that I didn’t see Tim stand up and flee into the woods. I looked up and he yelled, “Get out of here, look!” He was pointing behind me. Then he sprinted off down the canyon. I turned to see Nancy and Tina bearing down on me only about 30 ft (10 m) away. I immediately got off of Tamra and started to run after Tim.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:37:32 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 4
By this time Jenn, Tim’s ex-victim, had extricated herself from the sheet in time to see me get up and begin to flee. She reached out her hand and grabbed my ankle which pulled me off balance so I went down into the grass. I immediately got up but it was too late, “Tim, they got me, find Eric!” I yelled as four girls tackled me into the grass.
“Gag him,” Nancy ordered.
I saw Tamra take a piece of cloth that had round object it out of her pocket and force it between my teeth. Then all the girls took lengths of rope out of their pockets and set to work on my arms. I struggled, but there were four of them so each girl simply held a limb. When they were done my hands were forced behind my back and rope was looped around my waist. They surrounded me and we walked in the opposite direction that Tim ran, back towards Nancy’s house. They teased me and poked at me all the way. When we got into her back yard they pushed me towards the pool room. Once inside they pushed me onto one of the floating mattresses and tied me to it. Then the girls huddled together at the opposite end of the room and when they were done. Tamra walked towards me, “Looks like I’ve got to baby-sit you while they get to go capture your friends.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled behind my gag.
“Oh, you don’t think they’ll catch them do you?” she said sarcastically.
I shook my head vigorously.
“We’ll see, now I am going for a swim.”
I watched intently as she removed her clothes to reveal the blue bikini that she was wearing. She was an athletic girl and she had the body to show for it. She swam around for a while but got bored. Than she approached me and began to pull the air mattress I was on towards the pool. I struggled for fear that I would not float but the mattress held me just fine, but my clothes got soaked, especially with Tamra tormenting me by splashing me all the time.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:37:58 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 5
The pool was an indoor pool with glass on all sides, while Tamra was swimming and teasing me I noticed Eric and Tim approaching the pool room. Once they got inside, they shut the door. Tamra was swimming in the middle of the pool and I had floated to the edge. Tamra noticed them as they reached me and were pulling me out of the pool and untying the ropes. She swam for the other side but Eric ran over there to block her, basically keeping her trapped in the water. After a few minutes Tim had released my hands and he went to help Eric while I released the rest of my bonds. When I was finally free I told Tamra, “Listen, either get out of the pool and take what’s coming to ya or I am coming in after you, it’s not like I’m not already wet.”
“OK, OK, but don’t gag me,” Tamra begged.
“Yeah, right, like if you see your friends from a distance you promise you won’t yell, give me a break.” Tim said.
“No deals, your coming with us,” Eric said.
I collected the ropes they used on me and walked over to the ladder where Tamra was getting out of the pool. When she got out I grabbed her hands and she allowed me to tie her arms behind her back. After finishing cinching up her elbows, Tim had the gag ready and she accepted it grudgingly. We now had a dark haired beauty in a blue bikini bound and gagged before us. We led her outside and went to my back yard by a different route then normal. Once in my yard we took her to the shed where we kept our lawn mower and other landscaping tools. We laid her down on a big pile of plastic drop sheets and tied her ankles together and then hog tied her. We also fastened her loosely to the rafters to she couldn’t wiggle away. When we were finished we tossed a couple of sheets over her and went to capture the rest of the girls closing the door behind us. Since we were out numbered we couldn’t leave a guard, besides that is a dead give away for anyone looking for her.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:38:24 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 6
This time we were going to stay together because it would be even now. Since we were guys we automatically assumed we had the advantage. So we confidently strutted out across the canyon and the out across the field towards Nancy’s house. The stream made a U shape with the houses lining the outside of it, which left a large partially tree covered field between my house and Nancy’s. We called it the battlefield. About halfway across we saw the three girls talking. They were shocked to see all of us together especially me. We approached them and we had a genuine stand-off neither side could capture the other side completely with out a big brawl.
“What have you done with Tamra?” Nancy demanded.
“Oh, she’s kind of tied up at the moment,” Tim responded with a grin. (Sorry, bad cliché’ but he did say it)
“And if you three surrender we will take you to her,” I followed up.
We were still about a hundred feet (30 m) away and I saw Nancy whisper something into the other two girls ears. I knew how intelligent she was so I immediately got defensive and wary. Then the three girls sprinted away towards Nancy’s house. We all took up chase with me in the lead and we were gaining on them. They reached a breech in Nancy’s fence which we always used to go in and out of her back yard and Jenn was just going though it as we reached it. When we finally got to the other side there was no girls to be seen. Even the pool house was empty. Then the worst thing that could happen occurred. Eric noticed the time. “Oh man, guys, it’s 11:30, Mom needs me at home for lunch.” Eric explained.
“Well, can you go with us back to the house at least,” I asked.
“Oh sure, but we better run,” he responded.
We trotted off towards my house. Once there we checked to see if Tamra was still there and she was but she was getting more unhappy by the second.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:38:51 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 7
Then Eric took off running back down to his house by way of the street which was on the front side of the houses. Now we were out numbered again. We exited the shed with a very upset Tamra contained therein. We decided to go hide out in the canyon. (Tamra had only been there for about 30 minutes.) We walked out the back fence gate and Nancy and 3, yes 3, other girls were walking out of the creek bed towards us. Nancy had recruited another younger girl named Pam from the neighborhood. Tim immediately streaked off and I sprinted for the creek bed. Nancy told all the girls to ignore Tim and come after me. The same thing I would have done if the roles would have been reversed, take the leader. The next 15 minutes were some of the best moments in my life I was able to some amazing acrobatic maneuvers to avoid capture. I headed for the edge of the cliff and leaped for a low limb, and just like Tarzan I grabbed it and dropped down and put several more feet between myself and my pursuers. Then I sprinted down the canyon jumping from rock to rock with Nancy quite a ways behind me. I saw a dead end ahead of me where a tree and the water in the creek blocked my path. I leaped on the tree and climbed towards the top of the cliff. With monkey like grace I reached the top and sprinted off towards the battlefield. Problem was Jenn had gone around and was closer to me than Nancy was. I sprinted away from her. Looking behind me I saw that all four girls were after me and Nancy was yelling, “Remember we have to catch him, he knows where Tamra is!”
I ran and dodged avoided all the girls until I tripped over a loose tree root. This shortened up the distance I had gained on the girls now they were almost within arms reach. I cut left and right keeping the girls away from me. Eventually though, I cut right into Jenn’s grasp as I was avoiding Nancy’s reach.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:39:20 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 8
Jenn held onto my shirt and that was all the time they needed to tackle me to the ground. I was still proud of the incredible skill I had used in avoiding the girls. Now though they were relentless in tying my arms behind my back and stuffing my mouth full of cloth and tightly cleave gagging me with another piece. They tied a thick rope around my waist and pulled me along like it was a leash. They were pulling me towards Nancy’s house. When we got there we went right down into the basement.
“Guess what?” Nancy said. “My parents are gone for a few hours.” Then they all giggled. “First though, where is Tamra?”
I shook my head.
“OK, girls, tie his hands above his head to this beam,” Nancy explained.
They all got their hands on me and began to untie me. I struggled violently but there were four of them. Eventually they had my hands above my head and I was standing on my tip toes. They then tied my legs together at both my knees and ankles.
“I ask again, where is Tamra?” Nancy said.
I shook my head again.
Then they all began to tickle me relentlessly, from my armpits down to the bottoms of my feet. I controlled myself well but eventually it drove me crazy. After a few minutes they quit.
“Well, tell us.” Nancy demanded.
I shook my head again, the tickling was bad but not unbearable.
Then Nancy got an evil look in her eyes and left the room. She came back with a long sleeved mini dress, with hosiery and heels in her arms. If you don’t tell us we’re going to dress you up in this outfit and leave you here without your clothes. Nancy knew exactly how to get to me. The girls started to laugh as if they just heard the funniest joke in the world. I hung my head in defeat and nodded my head. They took off my gag.
“Where is she?” Nancy demanded.
“She is in the shed under a sheet behind my house,” I answered.
“If you are lying,” Nancy responded, “you’ll be wearing this dress in the next 20 minutes.”

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:39:47 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 9
“Please, put a book under my feet before you leave, my legs are killing me,” I asked desperately.
Jenn put a dictionary under my legs and I sighed in relief. Then they re-gagged me and left. Everyone except Jenn, they told her to lock the door after they left. She did and then came over to me. Jenn was attractive with shoulder length blond hair and she was wearing a one piece swimsuit under her T-shirt and cut offs. She tormented me by holding the mini dress up to my body and saying how cute I would look.
“I’ll give you a big kiss if you put on these high heels,” Jenn smiled.
The embarrassment of her offer made me blush but I shook my head nevertheless.
She kind of fake pouted and sat down on the couch to watch me try and free myself.
A few minutes later Nancy’s voice could be heard through the door. Jenn got up and let them in. Tamra stormed in and walked up to my face, “You’re going to get it buster, it was hot in that shed.” She was still wearing her bikini.
“Well, Tamra, before you torture him let’s go get his cohorts.”
Before they left through Jenn walked up to me and loosely tied the arms of the red mini dress around my neck so the dress fell loosely in front of me. They all burst out laughing as they left. The minutes seemed like hours and I couldn’t shake the dress off of me and I couldn’t get to the knots that bound me in this position.
After about 20 to 30 minutes the girls returned with Tim in tow. His arms were bound behind him with cloth strips and his mouth bulged with a gag. They tied him just like I was tied except across the room.
“Tim told us that Eric had to go home, so that means we won.” Nancy said.
“Yeah, “ the other girls asked, “so what do we do with them now.”

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:40:57 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The Game Part 10
“I think we should go swimming and then release them later,” Tamra said.
They all agreed and left the room. I could see Tim laughing at me behind his gag with that dress draping over my shoulders so I just glared at him. Soon Tina came down stairs and released our hands so we could untie ourselves. Once we were free I asked Tim how he got caught.
“They told me if I didn’t surrender that they would torture you in some devious way. I knew they wouldn’t really hurt you but this is a game so I thought they had us, I was out numbered 5 to 1 anyway,” Tim explained.
“Thanks,” I said,” they would of put me in that damn dress probably. That’s worse than torture. Before we go swim with the girls let’s figure out our next plan. I say we somehow kidnap Nancy and take her to my basement. I think I can work it out with her Mom, she’s pretty cool about that sort of thing.”
“Yeah,” Tim responded, “and we can call all her friends and tell them one by one that they have to surrender or we won’t release her.”
“That sounds perfect, I’ll talk to Mrs. Mason and see if she’ll help. I’m hot let’s go swim.” Then we charged upstairs and dove into the pool and put a pleasant ending on a fun morning. Tamra dunked me a few times for tying her up and I dunked Nancy for going after me first instead of Tim. All the neighborhood kids always had fun at Nancy’s pool.

Ex-Leech

Mon Jun 21 11:41:29 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

The next installment Tim and I kidnap Nancy and end up getting all the girls as revenge. Check back at the end of the week for the next one.

Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com

Mon Jun 21 14:33:56 EDT 1999

I must say AMAZING story Ex-Leech and ONE LUCKY LIFE! As much as I've dreamed of getting something like that to happen here where I lived, and where I've lived in the past, I know there's no chance. For 2 reasons: 1.I wouldn't be able to suggest the idea to my girl and guy friends in the first place and 2.None of us live that close to each other.

Boy I wish I was you Ex-Leech, I can imagine that would have been awesome!

 Jeff

Mon Jun 21 16:17:36 1999

Nice tale, Mr. Tieherup.....
No one's commented on my tale or remembered that I agreed with Jeff?
*Sniff*...I feel soooo unloved.
Just for the record, my next post may be about the only girlfriend of mine who was into bondage...Laura.....with her blue eyes an' dark blonde hair....and that great bod...
WHOA...was I drifting? Sorry.
See ya in a few days (like it or not). 'Ciao.
 

P.S.- Free plug....."Austin Powers:The Spy who Shagged Me" is pretty good. "Tarzan" is also cool, if ya don't mind a little mushy crap. Go see 'em!

 Zorro

Mon Jun 21 16:36:24 1999

For the record, for those who wanna see a lighter side of Zorro, check out Canuck's College site. If not, check it out anyway...it's cool. 'Ciao again.

 Zorro

Mon Jun 21 16:41:39 UTC-1200 1999

My brother had always been friends with this guy, Eric. I didn't mind him until one day. I was in the shower. I got out, and got dressed. When I opened the door, someone jumped behind me and clamped a hand over my mouth. I tried to scream, but it didn't work. Then I saw the guy's girlfriend, Danielle, standing in front of me. "We'll have fun with this" she said. They walked me over to the couch, and forced me to sit.
I sat willingly. They tied my hands and feet with a smooth rope. Then Danielle went over to the dresser. She opened the drawers until she found some scarves.
She took four silk scarves out, and came back over to me. "Open up" she said. I tried to keep my mouth closed, but Eric, whose job was holding his hand over my mouth, pinched my arm, which made me open my mouth. Danielle rolled up a scarf, and put it in my mouth. Since they were small, she added another one. Then she wrapped another tightly over my mouth, and tied it at the back of my head. Then, and this kinda scared me, she placed her fingers on my gag and began caressing the silk. "You know you are enjoying this" she said. Then she placed a scarf over my eyes. So now, I was helpless. They left me like that for a good 30 minutes beofre untying me. Then I had my chance for revenge. To be continued....

 Warren K.

Mon Jun 21 14:17:19 Pacific Daylight Time 1999

Heya all! Ive been reading the stories here for quite a while, just now finished reading all the old posting, phew! I might post a few short stories later but most of my bondage is self bondage, as I have never really been lucky enough to have a partner much :(. Anyhow, great page, great stories and please keep em coming!

 Pujal

Tue Jun 22 01:37:14 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Just want to thank Mason, Andy V, and Zorro for their kind words about my last post. Thanks, guys.
Mason: I'd love to join a chat session sometime. Are you still chatting at Bob's? Everytime I hit my bookmark for his site, I get a "defunct link" page from Tripod. Did Bob move, or are you chatting elsewhere? Feel free to e-mail me, if you wish.

Doug
Knot_Buster@MailCity.com

Tue Jun 22 08:38:39 EDT 1999

Bob857 has moved to this new site. I have placed his new URL in the homepage slot so that you don't need to copy and paste to link to it.

To all of those in the wresting forum thinking of starting a match on his page, Bob maintains the tightest standards on the net of what he finds acceptable. Don't go there. You will not like how you are treated.

 Charlie B
http://www.resource.nu/4who/?bob857/main
charlieb52@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 21 23:00:10 EDT 1999

Mon Jun 21 23:00:10 EDT 1999

Charlie B, you are SO right about Bob. His guidlines are as stiff as Keanu Reeves and he will delate anything if it even hints at breaking or bending the guidlines, or will inspire others to break them, or the poster thought of breaking them. I'm serious. You'd think he were Amish or something.
He also acts like a spoiled brat if you question him. I was on the site a year back (when it was at only mid-suck) and he said to some guy "I run this site. I make the rules. I could punt ALL of you off if I want."
What an arrogant bastard, huh? O.J. Simpson will find the real killers and Dean Cain will be cast as James Bond before that site will be anyhthing worse than crap.
Bite me, Bob857! 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Tue Jun 22 17:06:33 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Thanks for the updated info, Charlie B.

 Doug
Knot_Buster@MailCity.com

Tue Jun 22 18:12:58 EDT 1999

Hey Zorro, I want this to be the end of the comments about Bob, but I would like to say that while what he said was a little egotistical, it was also entirly true. He "owns" that site, he runs it, and he could do many things that would stop you or anyone from getting back to it. It's not that hard...

 Jeff

Tue Jun 22 18:29:35 CDT 1999

Just a bit of advice to everyone with something to say about Bob's page, let it be. He does bother to maintain it and if his standards are strict, so what? It's HIS site. If you don't like it, go somewhere else.

Dorren

Tue Jun 22 17:48:32 PDT 1999

Hey Zorro Bob pays for the page out of his own pocket and has a perfect right to do what he wants with it, no matter whether you or I agree with it. If nothing else his chatroom had been a great help for a lot of us. i agree that I think his standards are a bit strict, but it is his right to set up whatever standards he wants.And don't forget his page was hacked by th4e psycho bitch jessica a few months ago...

 dudalb

Wed Jul 21 07:36:09 1999

Dubalb: Yes, I know of the wench Jessica. That's about when his site sunk like a "Batman" sequel.
To Dorren: No, duh, I can go to another site! That's why I'm here!
To Jeff: Fine. I had to act normally after all my out-of character posts at Canuck's College site.
Check it out....I ain't such a bad guy after all.

 Zorro

Wed Jul 21 07:48:21 1999

THE BOUND BEAUTY (pt1)

A little prelude: in this story there is a girl named Laura. She was a girl I went out with for about 8 months who was REALLY pretty and liked bein' tied up. She had a lot of spunk in her, and had had a really hard life for a 16 year old, yet wasn't bitter.It only lasted 8 months because I beat up this dude who deserved to be arrested for what he....but that's another story I don't wanna get into now.
About one Friday during spring break of '97 she said that her folks were out of town (visiting her 107 mean-ass grandma who just wouldn't die) for the weekend and I could come over. So, I agreed (duh!).
After we made out for a while (I may be a jackass toward men but I can be a real swinger!), she showed me these Japanese cartoons that she had. Y'see, I collect them, too, and she was into them. God, she was perfect..
Anyway, to my disgust, she had over 60 episodes of "Sailor Moon" taped from TV.
I HATED Sailor Moon, and she knew it. It's the worst animated crap there is, and this is comin' from a guy who sat though "The Little Mermaid"
"I have a bet for you.." she hinted.
TO BE CONTINUED....

 Zorro

Wed Jun 23 11:43:17 EDT 1999

Hey Zorro, just to clarify what I said, I meant that I didn't mind seeing comments about Bob's site, I just didn't want us to get in a major discussion about it ...

 Jeff

Wed Jun 23 10:22:16 1999

THE BOUND BEAUTY (pt2)

"You like Sailor Moon?" she asked sarcastically.
"Hell no!" I replied. "It makes Power Rangers look realistic. It sucks sour-frog ass."
"Well, I bet you $20 bucks you can't watch ALL my episodes without making one sarcastic or insulting remark," Laura dared.
I smiled. "Oh, let's make it interesting.....if I win, I get to tie you up!"
Her face beamed. "Really...?! Um....your on!"
To make a long story shorter, I was sittin' there for over 13 hours watching this crap in animated form. I couldn't contain the disgust, and started ragging on the show for the last 4 hours or so, making her laugh at my jokes. We were both rolling in laughter by the time it was over.
"Well, I guess I owe ya 20 bucks," I groaned.
"Don't bother," she said cheerfully. "You never have 20 bucks."
She was right; I rarely did.
"I needed that laugh," she said.
That led to another 5 minutes of necking before she said, "Hey, you wanna tie me up anyway?"
I was sort of in shock, but reality slapped me in the face and I got it together. "Sure. Just gimme a couple minutes to go pick up some stuff.
"Okay," she said as I left, winking.
I went to a hardware store a few blocks down and picked up some white duct tape (yes, it exists). I always thought it looked good.
When I got back, she had a chair ready and waiting for me...er....her.
Man, was she a cool chick........damn......

TO BE CONTINUED....

 Zorro

Wed Jun 23 14:10:49 EDT 1999

I am sorry, it has been so long since I posted what with work and other things keeping me busy. At any rate, I continue my experience I started to tell you about on June 2.
I layed on the couch in the attic bound securely and tape gagged. I was upset and kind of scared but also felt remarkably good and sexy. I knew that no one was going to hurt me or make me do humiliating things, but the feeling of total helpessness was so uplifting. It was hot and stuffy and dim in the attic and I was only wearing a halter top and a pair of shorts. I could feel the sweat beading up on my bare flesh. I caught myself fantasizing that I had been kidnapped by one of the guys I knew from the local community college. I dreamed that he had tricked me into coming to where he lived and had then tied me up and was going to keep me for his pleasure. The thought of that combined with my sweat gave me a chill and I can recall shivering. I fought the ropes on my wrists and twisted in my ankle bonds but I couldn't loosten them. I tried to yell through my gag but no sound above a pitiful squeal came out.
My mind wandered and I knew he was coming for me. He was going to do unspeakable things to me and would make me perform for him. I was completely helpless and he could do what he wanted.
I imagined I could see him coming home from classes. He had a smirk on his face knowing full well who was waiting for him at home. He parked his car in front of his house/apartment (I actually didn't know where he lived. I could imagne him exiting his car and walking up to the door. He paused slightly and then triumphantly came in. I twisted in my bonds and tried to get free but I knew it was hopeless. He was coming and I couldn't stop him from doing what he was going to do. He paused at the steps and I could see a look on his face that said "I am the cat that has caught the canary. And such a pretty canary she is!" He puled down the folding stairway and was coming up.
(More Later)

 Sheryl Lynn
SirenSher@aol.com

Wed Jun 23 16:41:49 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Sheryl! Great to have you back. Please post more and often! :)

 Doug
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Thu Jun 24 15:21:20 GMT+0200 (W. Europe Daylight Time) 1999

does anyone have any stories where the childhood games contain either spandex or boots worn by the girl being captured?
dingus
p.s.this site rox!!!!!!!!

 dinguskong
dinguskong@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 24 13:53:51 EDT 1999

Hey Zorro! I am a natural blond so knock it off! Ha Ha! And trust me there are more than six of us on Earth and we do have brains!
(part 3)
My imagination ran wild. I could actually hear the stairway being lowered and footsteps ascending. I struggled to my knees and looked over the couch. There was indeed light coming up from the bottom floor and, not one, but two sets of footsteps! Had he brought a friend to share me with? Would I be forced to pleasure both of them?
What would they force me to do? More important, would they let me go once they were satisfied? I dropped to the floof with a grunt and tried to evade them but I couldn't move more than a coule of feet from the couch! I was done and I knew it!

I then saw two faces peering at me from around the edge of the couch. Top my relief ( and disappointment) I saw it was Rob and Glenn, my cousin and his obnoxious friend. "MMMMPPPPHHHHHHH!" I tried to yell at them but they only laughed and began to taunt me. "Look I can se her nipples through her top! And I'll bet she's wet too!" (I was very turned on.)

They lifted me (copping some generous feels) back onto the couch and began to tickle me. Now I am extraordinarily ticklish, especialy the soles of my feet and they concentrated on them generously. I was laughing and struggling so hard that I was weeping.
(more later)

 Sheryl Lynn
SirenSher@aol.com

Thu Jun 24 20:27:41 GMT+0200 (W. Europe Daylight Time) 1999

I am a 19 year old girl who loves her boyfriend very much. now that we have been together for a while(3 years) he has let me know that he likes to see girls tied up.no nudity, just the type of events described in these pages. i want him to feel accepted by me, but at the same time i cant help feeling inadequite because his attraction is not contained to me only. he has never cheated on me and i do belive he never would. he has a thing for games that involve tying up and i am fine to play them with him but his alot of his attraction is derived from the situation not being at all sexual(somthing that is hard to achieve with your lover). he says he has a fettish and i guess i just dont really know what thats like. if anyone can realte or offer advice i would appriciate it greatly.
sally

sally
devathedestroyer@hotmail.com

Thu Jun 24 15:18:24 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Sally,

I can relate to your boyfriend and I imagine that you could relate to my wife. I have the same "fetish." Honesty between you would be the best policy although it will create some uncomfortable moments between you.
His desire to see other girls engaged in that particular "fetish" is something that he will have to weigh against his commitment to you. To help I suggest you be creative with his desires and show your support if you are indeed accepting of this desire of his.
Bondage is indeed a complicated issue, some people would say that sex doesn't have to be involved where as others couldn't see how the two could be distinguished. Personally, bondage is a "turn on" so I can't remove it from the sexual realm.

I was honest with my wife about this before we were married and she and I do enjoy this. Just like other sexual issues, unfaithfulness should never be considered by him or you, no matter how much he enjoys seeing other girls involved, especially if it is an intimate experience.

As a child I was involved with many "tie-up" games with many girls. As an adult, it wouldn't be appropriate because of my commitment to my wife. Even if there is no sexual elements. It is hard to think of an innocent way to play tie-up games with multiple women as an adult and still be completely commited to your girlfriend/wife.

I doubt this helps much but feel free to ask more questions.
 

Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com

Thu Jun 24 20:18:21 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

I was about 13 when I developed an interest in bondage. I invented a game called "Hostage", where there was a treasure and teams. The girl that lived across the street (which I REALLY liked)always was on my team. I loved watching her get captured by the other team and then going in to rescue her. First, they grabbed her from behind and tied her hands, then they stuffed two pieces of cloth in her mouth and tied a hankerchief over it.You could hear her "mmmmppphs!". After that, they marched her it their hideout. She stayed tied up for about 30 minutes at a time. It took me that long to find a way to the other side of the fence without them seeing me. Those are some of my best memories.

Chip
cwsoft@ragemail.com

Fri Jun 25 00:11:11 CDT 1999

Ok, so everyone in Bob's chat has been on me to post something since I haven't in a few months. I started one a while back about tying up a girl named Kristi, but I couldn't get into it, so I'll maybe come back to that one later. Anyway... I played numerous childhood tie up games when I was a kid in my neighborhood. Most of them were either spy games or superhero type games. In the summers starting when I was about 6 we would have these big neighborhood wars. We'd make up teams get out our water guns and stuff and make bases and just attack each other all summer. It always ended up being big kids against little kids, so we usually lost, but we'd just start over the next day anyway so it didn't really matter. I always had my friends Brad and Jonathan on my team. From about 6-12 years old we did just about everything together. There was also a girl that lived 2 girls down from me named Shelia. Her older brother Robbie lead the big kids team. There were also a bunch of other kids that lived in the neighborhood who played too. I think the teams were about 8-10 little kids (6-9) and about 4 older kids (10-12).

 MS
michael_220@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 25 00:26:18 CDT 1999

Con't...
Ok, that last part should have read two doors down, not two girls down from me...it's late what can I say?

So....
We had our team of about 8. We all had code names and we used big refrigerator and TV boxes we'd pull out of the trash to make bases in one of the kids garages. I also had a wooden go cart (no motor) that you'd have to push that my dad made for me. We used this as a sort of tank and we all carried toy walkie talkies and water guns and plastic swords with us. We would plan spy missions on the big kids base and plan attacks. We had a rule that you had to keep your plans, your bases "security codes" and all of your team members' "weaknesses" on paper and somewhere in the base so the other team had a chance to steal them. This was to make the game more interesting. It was sort of a mishmash of pretending to be a secret agent and a superhero with special powers. One afternoon, as our war game had progressed later in the summer, the older kids team decided to make a plan to capture all of our team members. We had had various team members captured throughout the summer, but they hadn't tried to capture all of us at once.

 ms

Fri Jun 25 00:33:42 CDT 1999

We usually tried to leave 4 at the base at a time so it would not be vulnerable. We took turns sending out 2 teams of 2 to spy on the older kids. We kept in touch with some cheap walkie talkies. I had been picked as one of the spies for that days adventure so I went out sneaking around. The older kids were a lot more clever than we were and used things like clear weed eater line to set up trip wires around there base. They also had some kinf of toy that made noise when you walked in front of it. I don't remember the details, but they used as a sort of motion detector. I had been sneaking around near the garage where their base was. Where I live, we have alley ways behind the houses and all the garages are in back. The houses in this neighborhood were all one story ranch style places. We also don't have basements and the yards are considerably smaller than those folks who live up north. The houses are also considerably closer together. Basically this meant that there was about a 30 foot space between each house. When I walked past the older kids alarm went off, which was hidden behind a fence post of the house next door, they were able to trap me between the fence of the house next door and their house.

 ms

Fri Jun 25 00:41:32 CDT 1999

The older kids ran from their base in the garage, and realising they had heard me, I turned to run from them toward the front. Unfortunately, my foot caught one of those trip wires I had mentioned earlier. This caused me to fall and sent the walkie talkie flaying from my hand. I had just pressed the button to radio for help when I tripped. Within a minute, the older kids had me captured. The base I was at was on the next street over from my house, which we used as an outpost. Our main base was on the next street over from that. As part of the game, I had to tell where the outpost was and where I was suppose to meet the other spies and how many we had that roaming around the neighborhood and where. They took me back to my house to my garage where I was tied up and used for bait to capture my partner Shelia. Usually I was paired with Brad or Jonathan since they were my 2 best friends, but for some reason I was with Shelia on this particular day. My hands were cuffed using a pair of metal handcuffs. Most of us had a pair and carried them on us for taking prisoners. It's likely they used my own on me. A jump rope was used to tie my arms to my sides and a second rope was used to tie my ankles together. I was seated on the floor of the garage. Theoretically, I could have gotten up and tried to hop, but the older kids were hiding behind some boxes right behind me waiting in ambush. To make sure I couldn't warn Shelia, I was gagged with a T-shirt. Being pretty small at the time, it made a pretty decent gag. It didn't need to hold long because they knew shelia would be looking for me soon since I didn't respond to my walkie talkie which had been turned off.

 MS

Fri Jun 25 00:50:45 CDT 1999

It probably wasn't more than 5 minutes before Shelia walked right into their trap. She saw me and asked, "Who tied you up?" I tried to shout a warning which came out as a muffled "Mmmmmmph". As she came closer to untie me the big kids sprang their trap and grabbed her. She didn't even have time to loosen my gag. I remember they didn't tie her up. I was kept bound and gagged for a few minutes. Shelia didn't make much attempt to flee and the older kids held her by the arms to keep her from escaping. She just sort of accepted her capture. It was really humilating having to sit there bound and gagged, especially with a girl present. I guess at that age, boys have to feel superior to girls and it is demeaning to be tied up and unable to speak. They decided to convert my backyard into a jail. It had an 18 foot tall fence and no one could see us from the alley. My feet were finally untied and my gag removed. I was escorted with Shelia into the backyard. One of the big kids guarded the gate and it was against the rules to go into the house and go out the front door. I think Shelia was the one that untied the ropes on my arms, although my hands were still cuffed. AFter she untied me, they decided to use one pair of handcuffs to handcuff us wrist to wrist. They decided to save the rope and other handcuffs for the rest of our team. There was little we could do since they had the keys, our weopons and our radio.

 MS

Fri Jun 25 01:01:09 CDT 1999

We ended up being held prisoner until everyone had to go in. They captured 7 of our 8 team members (or 9 of 10 or whatever, there was only one they didn't capture). There wasn't much else of a bondage element to the game on that particular day. They just handcuffed us in pairs.
The next day when we started the game over we were all free again. There were a few other tie up incidents in this game that I can share at some point, and some other games involving me and Shelia getting tied up. I'll post some of them at a later point.

 MS

Fri Jun 25 19:45:25 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999

Good on yer, MS

I like!

 mason

Fri Jun 25 08:50:36 1999

I stand corrected, Sheryl Lynn....now there are SEVEN confirmed natural blondes out there! And for the record Sheryl, I never said blondes are stupid. In fact, the two blondes I know are actually very smart.
Being blonde doesn't make someone automatically stupid. Being STUPID is what makes someone stupid.
And that's my puplic service announcement for the day...
Now, a little recap. On June 21 and 23 I posted the first two parts of BOUND BEAUTY. In our previous episodes, my then girlfriend Laura (*sigh*) asked me to tie her up. I had just returned with some white duct tape and she had a chair ready an' waitin'.
Now, onward to today's episode.....

 Zorro

Fri Jun 25 09:02:07 1999

THE BOUND BEAUTY (pt 3)

The minute I came in with the roll of tape in my hand, she sat in the chair and put her hands behind her back. Boy, was she eager!
Not wanting to disappoint her, I got started on her wrists, crossing them and wrapping the tape around them.
"One lil' question," I asked as I wrapped. "If the bet wasn't real, why did ya make me watch Sailor Moon in the first place if ya wanted to be tied up all along?"
All I got was a giggle as I wrapped the tape around her ankles. I tore a strip for a gag and held it in front of her.
"Because you hated it!" she said, with a slick-yet-sexy smile. "I wanted to see you if you'd blow up or somethin'. I woulda been surprised if you DID pull it off!"
She had me there; she knew me better than I knew myself. "That's enough, lil' lady," I said, placing the strip over her lips.
Just for the record, I never stuff something in the person's mouth before gagging them. Back then it was becuse all my victoms were willing anyway and I'm too paranoid to do it now (see the bomb flick "Jawbreaker" an' you'll catch my drift).
I watched her struggle for 25 minutes. Boy, was she hot.
"Y'know, I should make you watch MTV for what you did," I teased. Most of the songs on MTV she loathed.
She chuckled underneath the gag. I let her squirm for another 15 minutes before I felt like making out again and cut her loose
She was a great girl.....why did fate take her away..? WHHHHHHYYYYYY????!!!!!

sorry......THE END..

Nearly lost it there...'Ciao.

 Zorro

Fri Jun 25 10:42:00 EDT 1999

Hello Everyone,

I was wondering to hear from any mothers out there that have been tied up by their sons. Please e-mail me if you have had such an experience. Thanks.

 nursemom99
nursemom99@yahoo.com

Fri Jun 25 10:23:47 EDT 1999

Zorro:

The idea of blonds being stupid was an extension on my part and had nothing to do with your implying it. Thanks for the PSA and I love your postings.

Sally:

I can understand what you are going through. You are feeling like your boyfriend ( whom you obviously love very much) is more interested in the bondage than in you. That may not be correct. I can tell you that if someone I loved and was committed to was more interested in the bondage than in me, I would drop him like a hot potato!

Bondage is a very erotic form of foreplay. From personal exprience, I can tell you that it heightens my sexuality. Being tightly bound and gagged puts that element of danger ( athough it isn't dangerous when done with the right person)that increases sensual input. Touch, hearing and smell are particularly heightened. And when you want more and more awareness, use a bindfold.The deprivation os sight is one of the most stimulating things that can be done in foreplay.

Sally, Ask him this question. "Do you want to experience bondage or do you want to experience bondage with me?" If he answers in the latter, then you are assured that its you he wants not any woman willing to be tied up. However, if he answers in the former, then maybe its time to re-evaluate your situation.

If you would like to discuss it more, please e-mail me or post here and I will try to answer as best I can. I don't have all the answers but maybe between some of us here, we can help. By the way, Ex-Leetch I think was right on the money.

Sheryl Lynn

 Sheryl Lynn
SirenSher2aol.com

Fri Jun 25 10:44:29 EDT 1999

Sally:

Sorry that e-mail was SirenSher@aol.com not SirenSher2aol.com. Maybe blond hair does leech out some brain cells.

Sheryl

 Sheryl Lynn
SirenSher@aol.com

Fri Jun 25 11:25:17 1999

Type-o's happen to all of us, even nigh-omnipotent beings such as I (hmm, maybe that was a bit too arrogant...naw), and I am far from blonde..
Ha! Now they know something of my true identity! I'm a teenage male with non-blonde hair!
My secret is still safe.

To Sheryl (always liked that name), I like that response, but unfortuntly, Sally's boyfriend may be resorted to lie if he were desperate enough.

My advice to Sally : As hard as it may or may not be, indulge in his fantasy once, and only once. If it seems to you as days and weeks pass that he begins to ask to tie you more often than he asks you out for a normal date, drop him like 4th period Italian.
Once in a while is one thing, but a day-by-day obsesion is another. Overall, the power is in your hands.

Damn, I AM good at these public service announcments!

That's why this site is cool; you get to read cool stories, meet interesting people, and get FREE advice! Even a movie review now and then !
I gotta go. Places to go, evil to stop, girlfriends...to...remember...(Laura....why..?)
A-hem. Like Eddie Murphy and Wile E. Coyote, I shall return. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Fri Jun 25 11:58:38 Central Daylight Time 1999

Indians and cowboys (Part 1)

There was an event that took place about 20 years ago when I was 14. There was me and 5 other kids in my neighborhood that used to do stuff together. The event that I will write about here was when we played indians and cowboys. In addition to me, there was Lisa 13, Marlene 14, Bill 14, Tom 13 and Cindy 13. With 3 girls and 3 boys we decided to make it the boys against the girls.

So, it was me, Bill and Tom against the three girls. We figured it would be an easy victory. After all, they were "just" girls. In retrospect, this kind of thinking is probably why it turned out the way it did.

The game took place in a park where we all lived. We decided to spread out. We figured this would make it easier and quicker to capture the girls. After about 10 minutes, I felt a gun (we all used water guns) in my back. "Hands up"! Lisa yelled at me. Our rules were that if this happened you had to give up. I was taller than her and I could most likely wrestle her down but I figured I should follow the rules. Plus I didn't think she would be able to tie me up very effectively. She marched me to a tree in the park. She tied my hands behind my back to a tree. To my surprise she seemed very skillful in the way she looped the rope around my wrists. I was getting a little nervous. She then tied my ankles together as well as a rope around my chest to the tree. Like I said, I had figured a 13-year old girl wouldn't be able to keep me tied up for long. Well, I was in for a rude awakening. I started to struggle right away against the ropes, but Lisa seemed to know exactly how to tie somebody up. she had tied me fairly tight and it seemed virtually impossible to get free. I struggled as much as I could but I was stuck.

 Dan

Fri Jun 25 12:13:53 Central Daylight Time 1999

Indians and cowboys (Part 2)

She smiled at me in a kind of a dominant manner and said "You are wasting your time". At this point I really wished I had played harder to get. I was starting to get over my first chock that I truly wasn't going to get free. I really started to worry. Since we were in a park I worried that our other friends were going to see me like this. I didn't want people to see that I had been tied up by a 13-year old girl. I started to beg her to please let me go. I offered her things such as doing her homework. She didn't seem interested. I began to panic. I actually started to cry but she just told me to cut it out. I started to get desperate and I yelled for Bill and Tom to come and help me. Lisa told me to be quiet or she would be forced to gag me. I hadn't counted on being unable to get free (and this was the first time I had ever been tied up) so I kept yelling. All of a sudden I could only say MMMMMPPH. She had put a sock in my mouth and she had then immediately tied it together with another rope.

Eventhough I was going nuts about being tied up it was good that she gagged me. It actually kind of calmed me down as I slowly realized that there was nothing I could do. I felt extremely helpless. I would just have to try to be patient and wait for Bill and Tom to get me loose. And hopefully they would be able to release me before anybody would see me.

But soon thereafter I see Bill being walked to another tree next to mine. It's Cindy who apparently caught him off-guard. She tied him in a similar way that I had been tied. Lisa then told Cindy that maybe Lisa should stay and guard the prisoners. She figured since they now were three against one they could afford to keep one back to
 
 

Dan

Fri Jun 25 12:27:21 Central Daylight Time 1999

Indians and cowboys (Part 3)

guard their prisoners.

So Cindy soon joined Marlene in their hunt for Tom. This was so embarrassing. These two girls (who both were a year younger than us) were referring to us as their prisoners. But it was true. As Lisa guarded us, me and Bill were definitely not going anywhere. We had both given up trying to get loose. These girls sure knew how to tie their knots (we later learned that they had all been in the girl scouts)

Me and Bill looked at each other and each other's predicaments. We were kind of humiliated. We were both tied up firmly as well as gagged by two girls who both were a year younger than us. On top of this, Lisa started to mock us, how girls are stronger than boys. She then untied my gag, then she started tickling me. I told her to stop. She said "as soon as you admit that girls are stronger than boys" I yelled back "never". She kept tickling me at what seemed like an eternity and I couldn't do anything to stop her. I finally gave in and told her that girls were stronger than boys. "I figured you would come around" she smiled. She then quickly re-gagged me again. I didn't even have time to beg her to untie me.

On top of this, both Marlene and Cindy then pulled Tom to a third tree. They had already (before getting to the tree) tied up Tom with his hands firmly behind his back. Tom had not followed the rules. According to the rules, we were supposed to give up when somebody said hands up and pulled a gun on you. Marlene and Cindy had overpwered Tom and tied him up. Tom said afterwards that he hadn't thought that the girls would take it so seriously. Tom was a pretty small

 Dan

Fri Jun 25 12:41:17 Central Daylight Time 1999

Indians and cowboys (Part 4)

boy compared to the two girls who were at least his size. Especially Marlene who was not only a year older but also probably at least 2-3 inches taller than Tom.

So, Tom was a little angry, saying that he was going to do this and that to the girls when he got free. The girls just laughed and tied him to a third tree. Needless to say, they gagged him as well. They then asked him "so when are you going to do these things to us"? All Tom could say was MMPPH.

So, there we were. We had lost. I was now hoping that since we all had been captured that the girls would untie us right away. Instead they just laid down on the grass talking to each other right in front of us. They were completely ignoring us. As we were tied up in the park, we had friends who walked by and were wondering what was going on. Since we were gagged we couldn't say anything, but the girls explained our indians and cowboys game and that they had won. I just wanted to be free as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I had no control over when this would happen.

Finally, about an hour later the girls finally untied us. It had started getting dark and it was now time to go home. Tom was no longer angry. We were actually relived to be free. And we had a lot more respect for the girls. They sure had put us in our place.

 Dan

Fri Jun 25 14:12:53 CDT 1999

Great story Dan, did you ever get a chance to avenge yourselves?

 MS
michael_220@hotmail.com

Fri Jun 25 14:53:00 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

MS:
Great story, I look forward to reading the 123438893 other stories soon that you have.

Dan:
Bravo, the crowd demands and encore.

Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com

Sun Jun 27 18:45:50 UTC+0200 1999

Hi Zorro. Just one question: when giving your piece of advice to Sally you happened to write: "...drop him like 4th period Italian". What is the meaning of that idiom?

... And yes, ".it" in my email address is for "Italy". So you can understand my concern.

Grazie e ciao!
[Thanks and ciao!]

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sun Jun 27 18:58:51 UTC 1999

Andy,

Zorro is capable of speaking for himself of course, but as a student I suspect that is a reference to his foreign language class. Of course I could be wrong, but thats what it sounds like to me.

MS
michael_220@hotmail.com

Sun Jun 27 19:02:17 UTC 1999

Thanks Ex-Leech, glad you enjoyed it. Here is another one, I'm sorry I don't remember what number this is...

As I mentioned earlier, I had a group of neighborhood friends during my childhood we played war and spy games with in the neighborhood. Shelia who lived about 2 doors down with me participated in many of these games the first few years they started, probably from about age 6-8 or 9. After awhile she outgrew them and she ceased to be a part of them. But in the first few years I lived in that neighborhood, she and her older brother Robbie were regulars in many of them. I have one particular memory when it was just the 3 of us. I'm sure most of you are familar with the classic 60s cartoon "Speed Racer". I was a big fan of that show starting at about age 3 when I'd watch it in the afternoon in re-runs. Robbie also was a big fan and on occasion we played Speed Racer, acting it out over at their house or out in the yard. Speed and his girlfriend Trixie were kidnapped frequently in the show and tied up. Usually speeds older brother Racer X would rescue them (speed did not know Racer X was his missing older brother for those of you not up on the show).

 MS
Michael_220@hotmail.com

Sun Jun 27 19:12:16 UTC 1999

Continuing...

One of the first episodes in the Speed Racer series, episode 2 I believe, entitled "The Race Against the Mamoth" features Speed and Trixie's first tie up. This by the way, is my all time favorite episode. The bad guys capture Speed and Trixie in a mine and tie them back to back to a trolley car loaded with dynamite and send them into a mine where the villians had a secret base. There plan is to eliminate speed and Trixie as well as the evidence of the base. Racer X jumps on the car as it enters the mine and switches the track which causes the car to go back outside the mine and saves Speed and Trixie from being blown to bits. Of course he unties them once they are safe. This was the scene that we decided to act out in our game one afternoon. Robbie took the role of the villians, capturing us and then putting me and his sister into a red RadioFlyer wagon that I had in my garage. He used a long jump rope to tie us back to back. It was one of the longer ones where one person stands on each end and spins it while someone in the middle skips it.

MS

Sun Jun 27 19:18:33 UTC 1999

In the show, speed and Trixie were not gagged. Actually, I don't recall either of them ever being gagged in the show. I know Speed's father, pop's racer is gagged once in the show, but that is another issue. Anyway, we pretended that speed could call the Mach 5, his customized race car using voice control. This of course was taking creative liberty because the car didn't do that in the show. To make sure we were unable to summon the Mach 5 to help us, Robbie, still in the role of villian used two of his sister's bandana's to gag us. Then pretending to set the trolley car in motion, he pulled the wagon with the 2 of us bound back to back down the drive way. My drive way was on a hill so we went terring down the pavement pretty fast. I can't remember who was in front, but I seem to remember I was facing backwards so I couldnt' see where we were going. Robbie pulled the wagon 2 houses down until we were by his drive way. He let the wagon build up speed and let the handle go so it was propelled forward by itself. He ran ahead so he could take the role of Racer X and jump on the wagon and stop it so he could save us. After he stopped the wagon and took our gags off, he used whatever heroic line Racer X said "You're safe now" or whatever. He pulled the wagon back up the hill into his garage before removing the ropes. And then we continued the game, the 3 of us going off to catch the villians who had tied us up.

 ms
michael_220@hotmail.com

Mon Jun 28 09:53:08 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 1
The evening of the first great game I called Mrs. Mason (Nancy had a separate phone line).
“Hello, Mrs. Mason, is Nancy in the room?”
“Uh, no, she’s downstairs, I’ll get her for you,” she responded.
“No, no I want to talk to you about her for a second.” I said quickly
“Oh, OK, what can I do for you.”
“Yeah, we played a game today, and Nancy won. It involved capturing the opposing team, we lost and I would like your permission to kidnap Nancy tomorrow. She may be gone most of the day but we’ll feed her over here.”
“Oh, sure, I played that game as a kid, just be careful that you don’t hurt her.” Mrs. Mason said.
“I promise that we won’t do anything that you haven’t seen her do to me.”
“Yeah that will be fine. Here’s a tip. One of her chores tomorrow is to clean up the pool and pool area. I would grab her then. Bye now.”
“Bye, thanks.”
I immediately called Tim and we prepared our strategy. We decided to use the sheet technique that we would throw over her head that would keep her arms to her side. She would see us coming though through the glass windows of the pool room. We decided to change our plan a bit, instead of us going into the pool room together to grab her. I would go in through the back fence and ask her to come out side to the creek. Once she squeezes her body through the fence we would then throw the sheet over her head and take her back to my house. I have the basement to myself since my sister couldn’t handle having her room down there all by herself. Mom and Dad would be gone most of the day as they always were.

Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com

Mon Jun 28 09:54:19 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 2
The next morning we went over to Nancy’s house. Tim stayed just outside the breech in the fence. I went in to get Nancy. I saw her doing something with the controls to the pool. I walked in and she said hi.
“Hey Nancy,” I said, “Guess what, that big turtle is down by the creek again, do you want to come look at it, it won’t take a second, you’d better hurry.”
She was wearing a flowered one piece swimsuit with a large T-shirt over the top of it. “Where is it?” she asked excitedly.
“It’s just down by the creek close to your house, come on.” I responded.
I jumped through the fence first and saw that Tim was in position. As Nancy squeezed her body through the missing fence board Tim threw the sheet over her head and I turned and tackled her to the grounds where she struggled violently but with the sheet over her head she didn’t know where to go. We got her on her stomach and began to tie her wrists behind her back. We then removed the sheet and gagged her with some rags and some cloth strips. If a look could cut steel, Nancy’s would of sliced us in half. She was furious, but our mission was half accomplished. We then took the sheet and wrapped it around her mid section and tightly secured her arms to her sides. With a length of rope that we tied around her waist we pulled her towards my house. Nancy started to look worried and was yelling at us through her gag. I realized what she was doing then, “Hey, don’t worry I cleared this with your Mom, you’re mine for the whole day. Consider yourself my prisoner.” I said with the biggest smile on my face.
She shot me another evil look and we pulled her towards my basement.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 09:54:48 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 3
We got there without incident once we were in my room with the door locked we took the sheet from around Nancy’s torso. We took some sheet strips and tied her elbows together. Then we blindfolded her with some more strips and then took a pillow case and pulled it over her head. She was constantly protesting, yelling through her gag. We then took some more strips and tied her legs together at both her knees and ankles. I then took a large sheet and spread it on the floor and we laid her on one side of it and proceeded to roll her up. Then we took a roll of duct tape and wrapped her up with it at her knees, ankles, thighs, waist, chest, and we loosely wrapped a piece around her neck that attached the pillow case to the sheet. Nancy was thrashing all over the place so we took her and tied her to the bed frame at the foot of the bed. My bed had a large comforter that hung to the floor on all the sides. Nancy was so firmly attached to the bottom support of the bed frame that the comforter hung over her body and concealed her completely. Of course my messy room could have contributed to the illusion. We asked her if she was in any kind of pain and the trooper that she was, she shook her head that she was fine..
“We’ll release you in an hour or so to give you something to drink and let you go to the bathroom,” I said. “Hey, Tim, now let’s call Tamra and tell her we’ve got Nancy and if she wants to see her again she has to surrender. “
We called Tamra and made sure she had some spare time before we told her that we had captured Nancy. She asked to speak with Nancy, so we put the phone down to Nancy’s face and told her to say hi to Tamra. She yelled and hollered through the layers of the sheets but her gag eliminated any intelligent sounds.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 09:55:17 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 4
“Well, Tamra, if you surrender we’ll release her,” I said. “And don’t tell any of her friends or she will become even more uncomfortable. “ Of course we wouldn’t really hurt her and Tamra knew this but it was part of the game.
“OK, she finally said, just don’t hurt Nancy,” she said with her best impression of a distraught friend.
“Meet us at your favorite shed, you know the one I mean. If you behave yourself neither one of you will be hurt,” I said trying to sound mean as I could.
We waited by the back door and eventually we saw Tamra sneak up to the shed, she was wearing shorts and a T-shirt with tennis shoes. We waited until she entered the shed and then armed with ropes and a gag we charged towards the shed and we caught Tamra searching the shed for Nancy.
“OK, you know what to do Tamra, put your hands behind your back,” I said. Tim walked over and proceeded to wrap the cloth strips we used around her wrists and cinched them off tightly. I then through him some stuff for a gag and Tamra didn’t even protest as Tim securely gagged her. We then marched her out of the shed and towards my house. When we got her into the basement we sat her in chair and began to fasten every joint of her body to this chair that had armrests. By the time we had Tamra fastened to the chair we threw back the bed comforter and showed her where Nancy was. Tamra’s eyes bulged just before we blindfolded her with more cloth and threw a pillow case over her head. Tamra’s legs were suspended off the floor and her hands were held down firmly to the arm rests.
The bed sheets we were using as binding material were running pretty low so I suggested that we go get the trunk that was over at Nancy’s house. I called Nancy’s Mom and asked her if we could use it and she laughed and said that she would set it in the pool room.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 09:55:43 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 5
“Is Nancy comfortable?” Mrs. Mason asked.
“Oh yes, she is very cozy, it’s about time to release her and get her some food and water, but we’re running out of materials,” I explained.
“OK, be careful, bye,” she cautioned.
“We will, thanks,” I responded.
Tim and I ran and got the trunk and brought it down to my bedroom. I told Tim to find a pair of handcuffs and then come upstairs to help me make some sandwiches. Once we had got the sandwiches and water we took them downstairs and began to release Nancy. We left her ankles tied together and before we took the blindfold and gag off we hand cuffed her hands in front of her.
“Are you going to leave me tied up all day?” Nancy asked as she was drinking her water and grabbing her sandwich.
“No, just until we get the rest of your accomplices.”
“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said.
“Well hop to the door of the bathroom and we’ll take your hand cuffs off, but don’t take off your ankle ropes or we won’t be as easy on you as we were before.” I said.
Nancy playfully rolled her eyes, “Sure no problem whatever you say,” she said with a bit of fake fear in her voice.
“Remember, we have Tamra, so no funny stuff,” I said as she hopped into the bathroom.
I told Tim to put the handcuffs on her behind her back and then bind her elbows before releasing the handcuffs when she was finished. I would be organizing the materials in the bedroom. Just as I was finishing Nancy hopped back in with Tim following her. Her hands and elbows had been retied with cloth strips behind her back. We took the longest rope out of the chest and wrapped it around Nancy from her ankles to her chest using the arm bindings as anchors for the rope to make it impossible to remove.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 09:56:05 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 6
Tim then dialed Jenn’s phone number and brought it up Nancy’s ear.
“Just tell her how it is, Nancy,” Tim said.
“Hey Jenn, we’ve been kidnapped by the guys, if you want to see us again you have to come to his house.”
“That’s right,” I said after I grabbed the phone from Tim, “just don’t try anything tricky and come alone.”
We regagged Nancy and blindfolded her and then wrapped her back up in the sheet and fastened her to the bed frame again, just like before.
“Don’t go anywhere you two,” Tim yelled as we left the bedroom to go watch for Jenn armed with handcuffs and a ball wrapped inside of scarf for a gag.
We watched out the windows for her and we saw her coming around the corner. We were surprised to see that she was wearing a long sleeved black unitard with a T-shirt on over it.
We approached her, “Are you going to make this easy or hard?” I asked.
“I’ll cooperate but only because you got Tamra and Nancy.” she said playing the part well I thought, or maybe she really thought we would do something nasty to the girls. I doubt it though.
“That’s why we got them, what’s up with the fancy outfit?” I asked.
“Oh, I just came from dance class when you called, and I figured that some protection from any rope burns might be a good idea, so I didn’t change.” she responded.
We fastened her arms behind her back and placed the gag in her mouth and escorted her to my room in the basement where Tamra and Nancy awaited. Once down there we tied her ankles together and pushed her onto the bed here we roped her wrists to the ankle bindings which placed her in a hog-tie. We finished her off by tying her elbows and knees together and blindfolding her. The chest still overflowed with materials to use but all the girls weren’t going anywhere. Tina was the only one left.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 09:56:32 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 7
Tim and I began to discuss capturing Tina and when we did so Tamra would laugh under her gag. So we ungagged her asked what was so funny after all capturing Tina wouldn’t be any harder than capturing the three that we had.
“Well, for one, Tina’s out of town guess you’ll have a long walk to find her,” Tamra responded while laughing.
We regagged her quickly. Well we had captured most of our captors and three out of four wasn’t bad. Tim and I really didn’t consider Pam as part of the game, much like Eric never became very highly involved. So now we talked out loud about what we should do with our three prisoners. We discussed all sorts of nasty scenarios just to scare the girls. Then Tim said, “I’ve got and idea,” and ran out of the room. I followed him to the back yard.
Once there he detailed a scenario that I thought left the girls a bit too exposed to the public. After some deliberation he agreed.
I suggested that we hog-tie all three of them and leave them in the room. If they are able to get free then their time as prisoners will be over. If not, well, we get to have more fun when we get back from riding our bikes or doing whatever.
We went down stairs and beginning with Nancy we untied her, allowed her some water and a bathroom break and then hog-tied her with her hands nearly touching her ankles. Of course the gag and blindfold remained in place and Tim also used a thin string to tie her thumbs and big toes together. Nancy was not pleased with this development at all judging from the loud grunts coming from underneath her gag. We repeated the process with all three girls until we had them laying on the sheet that Nancy was rolled up in. They were oriented the same direction and bound exactly the same way. We told them the rules and then walked out of the room switching off the light as we left.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 09:57:04 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Captive Nancy Part 8
We spent the next hour or so finding good spots to ramp our bikes like most kids do and then we returned to see how our captives had faired against our tying technique. When we got downstairs the three girls hadn’t even successfully removed the pillowcases from their heads. Tim and I laughed at them, they were all sweaty and breathing hard from their exertions. They had been tied (at least Nancy had) for about 4 hours by this point so I suggested we release them. Tim protested by I explained to him the escalation problem, that we should do nothing we aren’t prepared to get back in return. I said this in earshot of the girls in hopes that they would be lenient on us. Tim understood and we untied Nancy’s arms and left the room. We took the trunk back to Nancy’s house and spent the next 30 minutes swimming until the three girls came back. All three stood at the edge of the pool with their hands on their hips glaring at us like we were just caught stealing their underwear.
Nancy was the first to speak up, “So, is there anytime during the day when the game is not being played?”
“I asked permission from your mother, Tamra and Jenn came over willingly,” I explained. “If you can get permission I don’t see why there has to be any set time. It makes it more thrilling this way. Tim and I surprised you didn’t we Nancy?”
“Yes, you sure did. Not to mention ticking me off.” she said with mock anger.
“Oh, Nancy, I know you, I will be looking over my shoulder for the next few days.” I said trying to soothe her.
“Yeah, you’d better,” all three of them echoed.
“Well are you going to swim or not,” Tim said.
“No, get out,” Nancy said, “I have to finish my chores first.”
As Tim and I left Nancy’s backyard we both checked for an ambush, but smiled and ran back to my place. I guess we asked for it.

Ex-L

Mon Jun 28 12:31:26 CDT 1999

Great Story Ex-L, probably my favorite of the ones you posted so far. I will try to get another one up soon, maybe even later this afternoon.

 MS
michael_220@hotmail.com

Story erased

 Joe PC

Tue Jun 29 23:03:27 CDT 1999

Well as long as I am on a roll I thought I'd post another one. But first I thought of a mini-story, actually an oppurtunity that didn't quite work out I guess. I was going through my filing cabinet the other day and I found the copies of the old high school news papers I'd kept with my stories I'd written. I was a reporter for it my senior year. I happened to remember an old story I did on banned books and censorship. I had had a great idea for a photo for that one. I suggested to Amy, our photographer that she should get 2 people sitting in the library and have one tie a bandana over her eyes and the other tie a bandana over her mouth to illustrate censorship. Unfortunately, neither of the two girls Amy got to pose for the photo was comfortable with that, so they ended up using their hands. A third girl also sat in the picture and covered her ears. Too bad, I think it would have been a great picture, but oh well.

MS
michael_220@hotmail.com

Tue Jun 29 23:20:13 CDT 1999

On to my main story...This one doesn't directly involve any girls. I'm just going to mention that upfront so no one gets disappointed. This story is another one from our summer wars. It probably predates the one I wrote originally when the older kids captured our whole team. I don't remember for sure because it was so long ago. My friend Brad and I went out on a spy mission one day, I don't think we were actually by the older kids base, we were just patrolling the neighborhood when we encountered two members of the other team and got captured. We were taken back to their base and we both had our hands hand cuffed behind us. They sat us in chairs and slipped about 6 old bicycle tires over our arms, sort of securing us back to back. As I recall, most of the kids on our team weren't out playing war with us that day because the first thing the big kids wanted to know was where the rest of our team was hiding. At first we told them we wouldn't tell. That was a mistake because they decided to use torture to get the information they wanted. They started by removing the bike tires. Across the alley from their base was a wooded area, so of course there were a lot of trees. They made us get up and walk across the alley, where they undid the handcuffs, then pulled our hands behend the trees and rehandcuffed our hands behind us.

MS
Michael_220@hotmail.com

Tue Jun 29 23:33:44 CDT 1999

Con't... The grass in the summer in the woods dries out and has a sharp pointed end. We always called it spear grass because you could throw it like a dart (but only if you were really close to the target) and the prick hurt just enough that it wouldn't draw blood or doing any real damage, but it was unpleasant. The older kids decided to throw some of this spear grass at us to get us to talk. We finally admitted that not many kids were out on that day playing. They didn't believe us, but decided to go investigate for themselves and make a thorough search of the neighborhood (which was only about 3 streets and the woods. We were young enough that was about as far as we were allowed. They took us back to the garage and recuffed us back to back and used the tires as arm restraints again. It took probably half an hour to an hour before they were convinced we were the only 2 playing. Finally, they removed the tires and unhandcuffed brad and made him go and get our plans. As I mentioned in my earlier post, one of the rules of our game stated we had to keep plans on paper as long as a list of code names, etc. for our team members. One of the goals was to capture this information from the other team, sort of like capture the flag. I was held for awhile until Brad finally arrived back with the plans.

 MS

Tue Jun 29 23:42:44 CDT 1999

I was left handcuffed the whole time. What I didn't know was that while he was out, Brad found Jonathan and one or two other kids who had become availible since the older kids had checked. This gave them the chance to try a rescue mission and capture the big kids, which leads into the next mission, but that is another story...

 MS

Wed Jun 30 08:53:12 1999

Andy V, put your fears to rest; MS hit the nail right on the head. I was referring to one of my classes that I had to drop TWICE this year, nothin' racial or anything.
Here's the story: I had Italian for my entire freshman year and only passed half the year. Then, after not having a foriegn language for a year and a friggin' half, they slap me in the second half of an Italian class. You'd think that teachers who make 30 grand a year would know better. It was (guess) 4th period, so I dropped it. Twice.
Bonehead teachers....
Well, that was the rant for today. I post again soon, perhaps another tale of dear Laura (why..? She was all I...).
Like toejam and the Rolling Stones, I shall return. 'Ciao.

 Zorro

Wed Jun 30 12:48:32 CDT 1999

Zorro,

I was just gonna say I've had my share of those sorts of classes in my life. Particularly in math.
IF you have more tales about Laura, I'd love to hear them.

MS

 MS
michael_220@hotmail.com

Wed Jun 30 17:24:38 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Thank you for erasing Joe PC's story, it was very pig headed, mainly the ending.

 Freeza

Wed Jun 30 21:08:48 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Somehow, I missed "Parental Involvement Part 1". Would someone tell me where it is?

Thanks!

Kim

Wed Jun 30 21:23:07 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999

Kim
The first part "Parental Involvement" is located in May(part2) archives. I didn't label it Round 1 like I named the others round 2 and round 3.

Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com

Wed Jun 30 22:18:55 CDT 1999

Kim,

I was just wondering if you are the same person from Houston, Tx that we have talked to in Bob857's chat.

MS

 MS
michael_220@hotmail.com