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Thu Jul 15 08:25:22 1999Hi guys it has been a while since I posted but I had to share this recent experience with you. We go to a neighborhood pol which is fairly large and has three separate pools a wader for todlers, a slightly larger deeper pool for young children and and large pool for diving. I take my three there as often as I can they all love it. I am a mother of three 2,8 and 10 so this is the perfect place to go (and yes it is my oldest and a friend of his who tied me up). Anyway this past Tuesday...we were at the pool. Now there are usually about 6-7 lifeguards around the pools most of whom are girls from 17-20 or so (my hub loves to go to the pool with us on the week end by the way) Usually 2 on the big pool, 1 at the gate, and a couple around the small pools for the younger children.
Most week days the pools are pretty empty except for some moms like myself, with their children. This day was no exception. As I was in the baby pool with my youngest I heard something which caught my attention. In the childrens pool two 6 or 7 year old boys were holding there fingers at the lifeguard (Courtney, a real sweet girl whom I occassionally chat with, who is 18) as if they were guns. First they told her to put her hands in the air and then they decided "let's tie her up." So they had her put her hands behind her back and they tied her hands with imaginary rope. One went undewater and tied her feet together (once again using imagination for rope). Courtney is a short girl (my husband has noticed before that she is very well endowed) and the water only came up to her knees in that part of the pool. I heard her ask "what are you going to do with me now?" They then had her sorta hop over to the edge of the pool and sit down. One of the boys got out went behind her and put his hand over her mouth and then removed it and said, "there now you are gagged and can't say anythying"...she responded to her cue and started mmmppphhing up a storm.Valerie
Valgag969@aol.com
Thu Jul 15 09:04:44 1999Lifeguards...cont.
As Courtney was sitting the plaing the part Megan (another lifeguard) walked up and said, "what is going on here?" to which Courtney immmediately started mmmpphhhhing...and the boys said, "hands up...." One held his finger on Megan and the other got out had her put her hands behind her back and imaginarily tied her and gagged her just like Courtney...Both girls had a real good time ...mmpphhhing at each other, bumping their shoulders together, and just hamming it up. The whole time keeping their hands behind them and their feet together. After a couple of minutes a mom came up called the boys by name and pulled them out of the pool to go home. Leaving the girls in their imaginary bonds. As the mother walked away Courtney yelled out, "your not going to leave us like this?"...the boys started back and the mother said, "Courtney, don't encourage them" and continued to get the boys back to her table. The girls laughed (still with their hands behind them) and eventually got up to continue on with their job.
I remember thinking if I weren't with the baby I would have gone over to "help the girls out..." They both had a lot of fun with it. the entire episode didn't last mre than 10 minutes. I told my husband about it he thought it was great. He wants me to point the girls out who were "so eager to play"... I know what he wants. I have a feeling I'll be wearing a one piece red swim suit sometime this weekend just like our lifeguards.
Later on in the day Courtney came by and sat down beside me and we chatted as usual. I told her I saw her earlier predicament. She knew both boys they were brothers and she had babysitted with them a few times. They had played the same game at home before, she said there they used shoe laces. I mentioned I had a similar experienceand and said, "I guess boys just like to tie up girls." She said, "Yeah, especially as they get older." We both smiled and laughed. If I ever get her to tell me what she met by thatValerie
Valgal@aol.com
First of all, THANKS for the good job. Keep on with yours stories.
I'm not english, so excuse me for my mistakes.
I'd like to know when I can find someone in the chat corner.
THANKS and have a nice summer holyday!Ciao a tutti!
BIP
Thu Jul 15 15:35:51 CDT 1999Zorro the J doesn't mean anything right now. I have a suggestion why don't all the mom tie-up stories be put togetheR ? This is still a great site. I will post another story later. One in my college days. THE J-MAN
J-Man
Thu Jul 15 22:15:30 PDT 1999ExLeech: I just realize the in my latest post I refer to you as Exlax. No insult is intended! It was a error on my part. I admit I have been having a mild case of digestive trouble lately and this could have been the cause of the mistake.
Once again no insult or joke was met.
Valarie: Nice story! I am looking forward to your next tale.dudalb
Fri Jul 16 10:27:45 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Please feel free to post stories to this site.
Chien20
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Fri Jul 16 10:00:24 Central Daylight Time 1999I'm back for a little while.
ROBBERY
When I was 11 or 12 some of my cousins moved back to our home town. They stayed alot with us. On Sunday afternoons we would play robbery or other chhildhood games. My cousins would either wear dresses, or slacks, with hose. This one day we were playing robbery. The oldest sister was in charge of the bank and the money. I used my other cousin her sister to cook-up a plan to rob the her. She would act a customer then help me tie her so I could get away. While I was tying her hands behind her back, and then set her in the floor,then took out a bandana ,and told her to open wide and gagged her. Pulled it in between her lips and tied it off tight, and perceeded to tie her ankles together. Then tied her knees together. She mmmmmmmph a lot like I wasn't going to get away with this. She struggled a lot, and rolled around a lot. Then I came up with the idea to tie her little sister with her. I told her that we would split the loot later, so she wouldn't be suspect. She said "O.K." I started tying her hands crisscross behind her, and set her in the floor. I found another bandana, and told her to open wide, and pulled in between her lips so she couldn't spit it out. Her sister set and watch as I bound her the same way. I next started on her ankles and knees. Great feeling binding womens legs,and feet wearing hose. Then I tied their hands together and laid them on teir side, and bound their feet together. I left for a bout 15 mins, or longer then came back as the good guy to find them. I took my time untying them. The way they looked was exciting somewhat now, back then it was to tie a girl up and finish the game. While I was untying them they mmmmmmmmmmph a whole lot. All ways save the gags for last. I will tell everyone that it is all ways polite to ask permission before tying up a girl, or woman. More times they will agree. I like the mom ties great stories, keep it up. All the stories are great. If some of my stories get a littleJ-MAN
Fri Jul 16 21:49:16 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 1/8
First I want to thank all posters in this forum. I'm quite sure that I was only able to remember the following story by reading your posts that reminded me of my own experiences with bondage when I was a kid.
The whole thing took place in Mallorca, a Spanish island for those of you who think Austria was the fifth continent, and my parents and I spent our holiday there. It was the only time we visited Mallorca, and I can hardly remember what it was like, except these few moments. I think I was 11 years old and I hadn't realized that I was a bondage-fan at that time. I seemed to be much more interested in video games and my Sci-Fi-Comics. We spent the two weeks in the best hotel we could find in that small village, in fact, it was the only hotel and every room was already occupied by a couple of very small guests (ants and cockroaches). My family and the owner of the hotel quickly became friends and I used to be bothered by his daughter. Being a bit older now I can say that she was a pretty, tiny Spanish girl of about 8 with black hair and dark brown eyes, but I saw her through younger eyes of course. I forgot her name but I think it was something like Mara... One day we hung around in her room an tried to find a game to play. She opened some drawers and produced a Barbie-doll and some other stuff I can't remember exactly. The only thing I still know is that I proposed to play that the girl (the doll) had been surprised by a burglar at night. While describing the game I intended to play I began to wind some small rubber rings, the kind that young girls use in their hair, around the dolls ankles, her legs and her arms. I first tried to cross her wrists on her back, but it was not flexible enough. So I put the rubber-bands around her torso, pinning her arms to her sides. After I finished, Mara took the doll and examined it with wide opened eyes.Ronin
Fri Jul 16 21:55:41 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 2/8
She explained to me that she didn't want to play that kind of story because she feared to dream about it that night. I didn't know what was so bad about dreaming of that story, but I agreed to play something different. Some days later we spent some time in the pool. It was already getting dark and we decided to continue to play in the hotel. The top floor was her favorite playground because it was far away enough from her parents and it seemed that there were never any guest in these rooms. As we headed for the stairs we heard her father call her. He told her that her friend Anita had come over and was now probably looking for her at the pool. Only seconds later Anita found us and after a very short introduction we headed for the top floor. Anita was one year older than me and a little taller than Mara. She was a true Spanish beauty too with the same black hair and a tiny statue. Like Mara she was wearing a bathing suit and again I didn't pay any attention to the situation I was in (two Spanish beauties in bathing suits going upstairs with me and I thought of playing house or something. "yeah, these are the innocent days..." [Giant: Last Of The Runaways]). Another thing worth to be mentioned is the fact that I didn't speak a word Spanish of course and Mara was the only one of the two girls who spoke at least some words of my language. We began to explore the rooms on that floor which was slightly more exciting for Anita and me than for Mara who already knew this place. Suddenly the girls began to discuss vividly in Spanish and giggle all the time until finally Mara turned towards me and explained what they had planned. She told me that they wanted to play a game they had often played together. The girls would be guests living in one room of the hotel while I was living next door. I should be a strange guy that sneaks around the rooms of the girls at night.
Ronin
Fri Jul 16 22:18:36 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 3/8
The rule for this game was that the girls would have to be in a trance like sleep while I was in their room. I could do anything I wanted, they would not move until I left their room again. Can you imagine how I reacted? I told them that I didn't know what to do! I really didn't know what to do with two girls sleeping in a hotel room that decided not to move until I finished doing whatever I wanted to do. Anyway, I asked them to give an example of how I should act once I entered their room. Mara looked around the place for a moment and found a small can of cream on a shelf. She said I could for example put some cream on their noses or something like that and I told them I would try to find other activities too. I went into "my" room and waited some time. I looked around to find something that could inspire me and finally found an old coat rack. The rack consisted of a shelf used to store hats, several hooks attached to it and about fifteen pieces of finger-thick green ropes, about three foot long, as decoration. Ten of them hung down loosely from the shelf. I carefully pulled one of them and it fell down immediately. The thin threads that had been used to fasten the ropes were torn and so I gathered all of the ropes and began my raid. The girls had turned off the lights but it was still bright enough to see everything. Mara was lying on the bed as if it was an operating table while Anita was sitting in an armchair right next to the door. I remember being quite excited and I slowly began to probe the situation. I went to the bed, gently took Maras ankles and pulled her slowly down until she was lying in the middle of the bed. She didn't react at all. I looked over my shoulder to see what Anita was doing and I got the impression she had been watching me a second ago although her eyes were closed again at the moment.
Ronin
Fri Jul 16 22:19:03 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 4/8
I went to her armchair and picked up an old bandana that was lying next to five others on one of the armrests and blindfolded her. She didn't react either and this time I watched my other victim to make sure she was not watching me. I took one of the ropes and began to tie Anitas left wrist to the wooden arm rest. The rope was too long for just the wrist I thought, so I tied her arm to the chair just under the elbow too. I did the same with her right arm. Then I knelt down in front of the chair and carefully pulled her legs apart until her bare feet were at the right position. I tied her ankles to the chairs legs and, similar to her arms, I did the same with her legs right under the knees. I saw her efforts to prevent a giggle sometimes which told me that she was quite enjoying the game. Then I returned to Mara. She was still lying there and hadn't tried to watch what I did to her friend. I tied two ropes to each of her wrists and two others to her ankles. Then I moved her arms until they pointed to the upper corners of the bed and tied the ropes to the upper bedposts. I went to the other end of the bed and pulled her down at her ankles again until the ropes the held her hands were tight. Then I spread her legs and tied her feet to the lower bedposts. The fact that she was actually lying in the middle of two beds that stood side by side had the cause that her arms and legs were spread quite much, but she didn't seem to have a problem to attend this pose. I stepped back from the bed and admired my work. My heart was beating quite fast and I remember that I regret the fact that they didn't struggle. I left the room again and listened. I could hear them giggle and talk for some minutes. I think they both told each other what I had done to them because Anita was blindfolded and surely wanted to know if Mara was in a similar position.
Ronin
Fri Jul 16 22:19:36 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 5/8
Unfortunately it took them only a couple of minutes to free themselves from the ropes and I heard them approach my room. I was not so sure if they liked what I had done to them, but to my surprise they nearly seemed to be overjoyed. Mara explained that they had never been tied up before and that they wanted to continue our game immediately. No problem. We skipped the day and pretended it was already the previous night in our mysterious hotel. So the girls returned to their room and I waited some time until I started my second raid. I could hardly think of anything I should do next. The situation hit me too suddenly. I had tied up a girl once or twice before, but I don't think that I had known what I was doing at that time. I decided to try my luck and continue with some more tie-up-games. I sneaked into the girls' room and examined the situation. This time both of the girls were lying on the bed, or better to say, on the beds (as I said before: it were two beds that stood side by side). I had brought the ropes again and tried to decide how I should use them. I walked to Maras bed and began by rolling her over to her tummy. Then I used a bandana to blindfold her. I thought that Anita could get curious and try to watch me doing my work so I decided to do the same to her. I rolled her over and gently grabbed her ponytail to pull her head up a bit. She understood what I was trying to do and rose her head as far as she could. As she did, she opened her mouth widely to get her head back even further and this inspired me to add something else: A gag. It was the first time I gagged someone and it was quite an experience although I just used another bandana as a cleave gag. I pulled it tight and let her lay down her head again. The look of my blindfolded and gagged victim made my heart beat like a disco and I quickly went to Mara again.
Ronin
Fri Jul 16 22:20:08 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 6/8
I laid my hand under her forehead and gently pulled her head up as far as she could lift it, hoping she would open her mouth too. She didn't think of this as a method to get her head up even further so I carefully touched her lips with the bandana. To my surprise, she opened her mouth almost immediately, so I attached the second gag of my life and let her down again. I stood back to make sure everything was alright so far. Both girls were breathing quickly through the gags and as I watched them lying there I noticed that Mara had already crossed her wrists behind her back. I continued by tying them together with one of the ropes, then tied up her ankles with a second one. I wanted to make the restraints more secure this time so I added some rope to the ankles, pulled her bare feet up towards her head as far as possible and tied the other end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. I did the same to her wrists, only pulling them down of course and tied the rope to the lower end of the bed. All the time I paid attention to every sound that Mara made. If I had heard anything that might have signalled discomfort, I would have stopped and released her immediately. But being extremely flexible (in contrast to her doll) she even seemed to enjoy the exercise. I liked the position and tied up Anita the same way. I had only two pieces of rope left after I finished and began to think how I could use them too. I noticed that both girls had to arch their backs a little thus putting their wrists nearly closer to their knees as their ankles. Their open hands were lying with their backs on the bottoms and their heels rested shortly over the wrists. So the ropes that held their wrists and ankles were nearly at the same place. I wound a rope around their bonds thus connecting their wrists to their ankles and making the hogtie even tighter.
Ronin
Fri Jul 16 22:20:29 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 7/8
I walked to the door and closed it from the inside. Then I silently sat down in the armchair and watched them. At first they didn't move at all. All I could see was their bodies being moved up and down a little when they breathed. Maybe my plan to pretend having left the room had not worked, I thought, but I was wrong. Mara began to move her feet a little to test the bonds. Her hands opened and closed quite uselessly while possibly searching the ropes for a knot to work at. Anita began to struggle a little more vividly. She tried to pull up her arms or lift up her feet as strong as she could, but with no noticeable effect. Both girls worked hard at their bonds and soon they began to 'mphh' into their gags. I smiled a little because I didn't consider these gags to be efficient (which they were not), but this must be a kind of reflex or something for most people. As soon as they think they are gagged they have to produce these sounds. Anyway, I enjoyed it. I watched them for about ten minutes and they didn't achieve the slightest success in freeing themselves. Now they began to talk again through the primitive gags (in Spanish of course), maybe to ask if the other girl was making progress or too exchange descriptions of how they were tied this time. Mara already laid still as if she tried to think about a new strategy or because she had already given up. Anita continued to struggle for another five minutes until she accepted her fate too. I got up and opened the door again to pretend I was just reentering the room, then I walked over to the beds. I couldn't resist the temptation and shortly tickled Anitas and Maras exposed soles. Both girls reacted as if I had applied an electroshock-therapy and protested while laughing into their gags. I removed the two ropes that connected their wrists to their ankles and loosened some others.
Ronin
Fri Jul 16 22:20:47 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Mallorca - Part 8/8
Then I went to 'my room' again.'This time I overdid it', I thought. Now they are going to excuse themselves and play somewhere else without a weirdo like me. 'But it was worth all the trouble that might follow *grin*'!Again, I was wrong. They came into my room, still talking to each other, and seemed to be totally fascinated. Anita asked me something in Spanish and Mara quickly tried to translate the question. She asked something like how I managed to tie them up like this. I didn't quite know what she wanted to know. 'It was not difficult', I replied. 'You didn't do anything to make my work difficult.', but that was not what she wanted to know. I think maybe she had never experienced a tying up game that was also effective. If at all, she might only have been used to children playing tying-up-games. Well, I was a kid too, but I had always been clever with my hands and had learned to use ropes very early. For the rest of my vacation our games became quite frequent, but these are different stories.
Wow! I did it! I wrote down my very first experience of real bondage. I hope the fact that I'm German hasn't become too obvious by my various mistakes or obsolete expressions. In fact my best English teacher tried to teach us British-English and might be considered responsible for that *grin*. Let's go! Criticize me, applaud, give me street names, whatever. Just to add one thing: THIS STORY IS TRUE! I can hardly believe it myself, but it is. I'm quite good in writing fictitious bondage-stories, I think, but I won't post them on this site.
Ronin
Mon May 5 03:01:48 UTC+0100 1997This is my first post so go easy on me.
This particular experience happened when i was 16. At that time i was going out with a girl called Dawn. She was older than me by one year and was fairly tall for a girl, about 5 foot 9. She had a body to die for and a great sense of humor (but you people aren't interested in that, are you). Any way, it was a warm summers day and we were chilling out by her pool just chatting about various things when she suddenly said, "do you like seeing people helpless or being helpless yourself?" i was in shock, i mean when someone asks you that what would your reaction be. Of course i said yes. This brought about the reply "which do you want to do?" I mamaged to stammer that i would like to be tied up. We then went indoors to her bedroom where she handcuffed me to the bed with a pair of cuffs which were allready there. She then said "don't go anywhere"
"how can i go anywhere", i quickly replied. This brought about the response "just for that i will gag you", which she did. She then left the room and returned with a role of scan wrap and duct tape. This she used on me to fully encase me. And i mean fully encase me. Head to toes, nothing was left untouched. After what seemed like hours she cut me out. We then got down to serious making out. Other such incidents happened but those are other tales.Mr P
Mon May 5 03:39:32 UTC+0100 1997the date is wrong because their is something up with my computer
Mr P
Wrestling vs Canuck update on my pagemaddog
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Sat Jul 17 00:10:50 GMT+0100 (GMT Daylight Time) 1999Just like to say that this is a great site; been lurking for a few months now; I haven't added anything before, because ... um well I simply don't have anything to add! I was an only child, and never had a babysitter; opportunites for bondage were nil, alas :( But it's great to read all your tales, keep posting! And as for me, and people like me, well we can only dream about what might have been ............ :)
barefoot_sandwell
http://www.leesti.demon.co.uk/sensual/central.html
barefoot_sandwell@yahoo.com
Sat Jul 17 18:01:17 UTC+0200 1999Ronin: Great story! Are you going to post more in the future?
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Sun Jul 18 03:01:00 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999If I can remember enough details to call it "story" I will post it. I promise. I'm just writing on my second experience with bondage. Thanx for the feedback!
Ronin
Sun Jul 18 16:18:07 UTC 1999This one may be a tad out of the age range for this site, but I thought it was close enough and relevant. I am on the Rocky Horror Picture Show cast at a local theater in Dallas. For those of you unfamiliar with Rocky Horror, it is a really bad musical that is a take-off of Frankenstein. It stars Meatloaf and Susan Surandan and is one of their ealeriest works. Anyway, the film has become a cult classic and there are casts all of the U.S. and I'm sure the world who get together at local theaters, dress up as the characters and act the movie out while it is being shown on the big screen. There are people who yell stuff at the screen and during certain points in the movie there are different props the audience throws. Some of them are toast, toliet paper, playing cards, etc. These all relate to different things in the movie. Our cast sells these props in a bag called a prop pack to the audience members for $2. You see, the theater and 20th Century Fox who owns the rights to the Rocky Horror Picture Show get all the admission money. The prop packs are our funds. We don't pay the actors who perform the show, but we do use the funds we getto pay for costumes and props.
Sun Jul 18 16:24:25 UTC 1999Recently prop pack sales have been down, so last week I grabbed one of the new cast members and duct taped her arms and mouth and held a laser gun to her head (a prop one character uses later in the movie). I told the audience members I would shoot her if they didn't buy prop packs to help save her life. I came up with this at the last second and I only did it for about 5 minutes last week, but I figured with more planning it would work better this week. So last night I brought some rope and a bandana and tied up another cast member (different one since the one I tied last week didn't show up this time.) I tied the rope around her arms about 6 times. It was blue, about 1 inch thick and about 20 feet long. I tied the rope 3 times above her breasts and 3 below. I tied the ends around her wrists behind her back and finished by tying a bandana over her mouth. I did it loosely so it did not smear her makeup since she has a bit part later in the show. Prop packs sold a little better this week and our cast director loved it. Next week I am also going to tie the girl who plays Magenta. I figure 2 hostages will get more prop bags. The cast director said she had a bondage outfit so I may take her hostage in the future.
Mon Jul 19 02:00:27 UTC+0200 1999Hey MS, that is very interesting! Was she a Columbia, a Magenta, a Janet..? Do let us know!
Oh, I was almost forgetting...
LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN!!!
Andrew, RHPS fan from Italy
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Sun Jul 18 20:55:45 UTC 1999Andrew,
Actually she was a tranzie (a Transyvanian) who is at the party when Dr. Frankenfurter unvails Rocky. This is an entry level part for anyone who joins cast. They dance when the "Time Warp" is played (that's the most famous song in the movie for those of you not in the know). Sometimes she does play Magenta when our regular Magenta is out. Next week I may get her and the regular girl who plays Magenta. I'll keep you all posted.
Sun Jul 18 20:59:14 UTC 1999I didn't see it was you Andy. I looked at your Header not your email address. Sorry bout that.
MS
Sun Jul 18 22:11:22 1999Ronin
Are you sure your story took place on the Spanish
Baleric isaland of Mallorca [sp]
Mallorca has been a well developed island since at
least the 14th century. Palma has a cathederal and
everything else you would expect to find in your
typical middle sized european town. It has been a
major 'holiday' site since at least the sixties.
The Spanish royal yacht is often berthed at the
Spanish naval base there.
Not to mention that it has been one of the main
liberty ports of the Sixth Fleet for the past
thirty or forty years.
Just curious about where this dusty little one
hotel village is.Dudalb
Last night, my significant other and one of her
girlfriends allowed me to recreate your mother's
and her friend's joint experience [Feb archive].
Only difference was the attire, they both had on
blouses, skirts, pantihose, and, heels.
We followed the manner of restraint described in
your post exactly. They could get off of the
couch, they could sort of shuffle along, but one
had to move backwards, but when they finally got
to the kitchen, all they could do was stand there.
Tied as you described, it was impossible for them
to move their hands at all, much less open a
drawer or get something from it. Perhaps you added
something to your story, something that you now
know you should have done, but, forgot back then.
Just curious.Harmonizer45
Mon Jul 19 00:15:27 1999Harmonizer
Don't know what you are up to now
Check your e-mail and contact meDudalb
Keep them comingmaddog
http://angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Mon Jul 19 20:31:59 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Harmonizer,
Rather than bore the folks here, or risk sounding like I am flaming you, have a look at the website below. Mallorca is large enough to hold several dozen dusty little villages like Ronin described, as well as the bustling city of Parma you referred to.
Cheers!
Bomber
http://mallorcaonline.com/
Mon Jul 19 11:12:31 CDT 1999MS.....I recently move to Dallas a few months back. Where in town does your group put on the show???
Mon Jul 19 17:36:12 1999Bomber,
I didn't spend all my time in Palma at the
Carousel.
Going to Mallorca for a vacation and not staying
in the Palma region is like going to the UP and
staying in some roadside fleabag instead of a lake
resort.
I thought maybe they went to one of the smaller,
less touristy, less commercialized Ballerics near
Mallorca.Harmonizer45
Mon Jul 19 19:24:00 EDT 1999Harmonizer
Isn't there enough smack for you in rhe wresting forum without coming here and trying to stir things up?
A suggestion to all. Do not respond to this guy's smack bait. If you look at his posting history, you will see that he is here for the sole purpose of picking or starting fights.
PS
Dudalb, I know damn well that atheletic people could pull of exactly what you said happened, and, like most here, I fully believe your recollections. There is no need to dignify this guy with a response. Please keep posting. I enjoy your stories a lot.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 20 01:41:54 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Hey, that's cool. Even when I'm not able to visit the site, I got friend I don't even know that defend me. Arigato!
And by the way, life is hard enough. I'll ignore posts like the one with these funny, short lines. Oh, and while we behave like encyclopedias...
Did you know that a 'Ronin' is a Samurai without a Shogun or a Master? They often became rogues or ninjas, blah, blah... ;-)Ronin
Mon Jul 19 21:39:15 1999This is the way we did it, try it yourself see if
they can open a drawer, get something out, and use
it to cut the bandage, scarves, and rope
Thu Feb 18 18:55:46 PST 1999... I took a piece of
cord, pulled her hands behind her, crossed them
and tied them together...Sean then tied his Mom's
wrists tightly together. I then took a length of
rope and begun the second part of our tie up. I
wound the rope a couple of times around my Mom's
waist and then wound the rope around her already
tied hands and tied it securely off, fastening her
hands in the small of her back. She could not lift
them away from her back. Sean did the same with
his mom.... Now came the creative part. I took a
scarf and tied it around my Mom already tied hands
so that the scarf covered the ropes, making it
hard for Mom or Emma to get at the knots on the
ropes binding her hands....Sean did the same to
Emma's hands.We were both careful to knot the
scarves where prying fingers would find it hard to
untie. ...I took a piece of rope and tied my Moms
left elbow to Emma's right elbow. Sean did the
same to our moms other elbows. Now Steffi helped
out. She used a long piece of clothesline borrowed
from outside to tie our Mom's upper bodies firmly
together just under their bustline....Steffi then
used a second lenght of clothesline to tie our
Moms together in the midriff,below the other
rope....For the final touch a long ace bandage was
wound around my Mom's hands then brought over and
wrapped around Emma's hands and then securely tied
off....Harmonizer
Mon Jul 19 20:43:26 PDT 1999Ronin: hopefully there are not 47 of You....I am huge fan of Toshiro Mifune and Samurai films in general and i am sure you have seen one of the several versions of the legend of the 47 Ronin...
To All:My story about my moms' and Emma's escape is accurate. About the only thing I can explain for the failure of Harmonizer's Girlfrend and her friend to escape is that the bindings were placed differently or (probably) our tying up of our moms was not quite as secure as it might have been. I think the tightness of the bindings could make a difference. We were being very careful to tie our moms securely but without hurting them.
All I know is our Moms were able to move their hands enough to open a drawer and get the scissors. You would not need to move them much for that.Actually if there was any part of the story I was afriad people would have trouble beleiving it is that the moms were able to get from the couch to the kitchen....
Harmoniazer, how about a truce in the proceedings?dudalb
Mon Jul 19 23:55:12 1999E-mail from Harmonizer on my page
Take it as you willmaddogsw
http://angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Tue Jul 20 02:28:03 EDT 1999If you read maddogsw's page, you will see that Harmonizer is going to flame this page by putting various posters under the 3rd degree. It is his way of trying to intimidate posters, and unfortunately, it will probably be effective if Canuck allows it since takes a lot of courage and a supportive environment to get many comfortable enough to post.
Canuck, I think it would be wise to delete the post of trolls who come here looking for an opportunity to start a fight. People who take the time and make the effort to post here should not be "rewarded" by this kind of intimidation.
To all of you who have posted stories here. I want to issue you my sincere thanks and heartfelt appreciation for you time and efforts and your willingness to share. It is really and sincerely appreciated.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 20 02:18:11 1999Dudalb,
You are undoubtedly right, you probably remember
their restraints being tighter and more stringent
than they actually were, while I obviously
followed your description too literally. When I
got through, their hands were completely immobile
against their backs and all four were mittened
together with ace bandage and scarves. They were
able to move, pretty slowly because they were in
heels, on thick carpet for most of the trip, and
one was moving backwards, but they got there.
It is ironic that I should get into this situation
with the male poster I admire most, and the one
guy whose posts I actually look forward to.
PEACE BETWEEN US.CharlieB
Apparently you feel that anything posted here is
sacrosant and above criticism, These are supposed
to be TRUE STORIES, not practice pieces for
frustrated, wannbe authors.
I renew my invitation for you to come over to RSPW
[rec sport professional wrestling] and see how the
big boys play. No knowledge of wrestling is
required, in fact with that bunch it is a definite
hinderance.To those of you who think that the webtv generated
posts look funny and strange and because of that
should automatically be dismissed and disregarded,
I sincerely hope that mommy and daddy have set up
a nice large trust fund for you so you can survive
after you get out of school. For with your belief
in appearance over substance you'll never make it
in the real world.Harmoizer45
Tue Jul 20 19:18:46 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Harmoniser,
I do not normally get involved in this kind of thing but I feel that I must speak my mind. I agree with Charlie's comments regarding criticising other's efforts. Enough is enough. Please.
Having said that, if I don't like a story, I don't waste my time criticising it. At least the author did make the effort in posting it. If the story is inappropriate for the forum (i.e non consensual and/or pornographic, then Canuck will delete it. However, when I DO like a story, I will always take the time to say so.
Canuck, please feel free to delete this post and all others relating to this silly and totally off topic discussion...
mason
Tue Jul 20 09:02:15 EDT 1999Harmonizer,
Nobody needs to act as the truth police here except Canuck. If you don't want to believe a story, then you are free not to believe it. But don't interrogate people because of your skepticism. That kind of attitude can have a very chilling impact on the participation level of forums that don't attract people who enjoy smack talk.
I'd like to thank you for your invitation to visit a wresting forum, but I prefer to respectfully decline at this time. It's not my cup of tea, and I can't see it being a pleasurable experience. Thank you anyway for the invitation though. I appreciate it.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 20 09:22:14 1999Charlie B,
I think we can agree to disagree in a friendly,
thoughtful manner.
Once again I state that this is a site for TRUE
STORIES. I think it would be better if the poster
would let us know what the factual basis for the
story is, or, somehow highlight those facts in the
story. Not having any childhood experiences to
recount, I don't have the very understandable, and
real, fuzzy memory problem to contend with.
However, I was first published back in the early
eighties in 'Bondage Parade' and have also
contributed stories and pictures to several other
'Harmony' magazines. I know a little bit about
bondage and how to describe it. So when something
just doesn't seem right, I'll question it. When I
see something that seems to contradict my personal
knowledge of a subject, I'll question it.
If this seems like unjust criticism, it is not
meant to be, just an effort to clarify things.
When a very bloated multi multi section story just
bores me to tears, I just wear my finger out
scrolling through it as fast as possible, while
watching for something interesting that might be
sandwiched in between its sections.
Criticism helps one improve, I am a tech, I have
worked for people who would sign whatever piece of
crap you put in front of them, some who would
rework it to shit without changing any facts or
conclusions, and others who would send it back
with honest questions. Care to guess which one
forced me to improve my report writing skills.
There is one, by invitation only, wrestling board
you might enjoy. No flaming, just some guys & gals
sharing experiences that go back to the fifties.Harmonizer45
harmonizer45@webtv.net
Tue Jul 20 10:52:32 CDT 1999College tie
When I was back in college we had to count school supplies behind the bleachers. Very dim light, and very quiet. Two other girls were suppose to help me. On the day to do this work one girl didn't show up. This left me and the other girl to do it. The girl that was helping me do this was pretty, smart and looked great. Well in class she said "We are going to count today". I said "O.K.".I notice she was wearing a brown pants suit, with dark brown hose and flats. I started to give me ideas. Once we started working I notice all the banner rope, banners, and duct tape. WE were counting everything and got to the rope. Started untangling it all, and proceed to count. There was very long piece of 50 foot or more and I said jokingly this is yours. She said "Yeah right" She got tired of standing and sit down agianst a support beam. She said I have something to do this afternoon. I told her we wouldn't be done. I asked her if her feet were tied I could keep you here till we are finished. She was heistanted at first. I sugguest we take a short break. I moved in. I said set real still and proceed to tie her feet together, and moved up to her knees, and tied them up but not to tight. I got permission from her. We set and talked she hadn't been tied up before. You trusted me so far. At this time some guys were hitting balls off the bleachers, and couldn't hear very well. Then we took another short break to let the noise die down. Her feet and knees were tied the whole time. I said stick out your hands and the length from her knees I tied her hands off, and started to wrap the long length around her. I finished tying that off we sit back and talked while the guys were hitting those balls off the bleachers. Until one went behind there and a guy called out for us to get it for them. I said be quiet and they won't hear us. She got concerned about them finding us, and her completely tied-up. She was getting to loud when IJ-MAN
Tue Jul 20 11:20:19 CDT 1999College tie (pt2)
When I reached over and hand gagged her. I said O.k. to untie you, but before we leave I get to retie you up she said O.k. o.k.. That would be fine before some one found us. I started untying her uppper part all the way back down to her hands, and stopped. I told her as long as her feet, and legs are tied it will cut down for later. She aggreed. Then I looked up and saw one of the coaches coming in the dim light. I said "Don't move their is a guy coming and I'm going to put this banner over your legs and feet". He got that lost ball plus the other ones. She set real still and didn't move. We carried on our counting and I placed a box over her feet to make sure they didn't get discovered. WE worked for about thirty more minutes. I said time for a break. She told me we had to be gone by 12:30. She had an appointment. I said"O.K." We can finish up Monday. I asked how are your feet and legs doing. Fine, just a little stiff. I rubbed them to help get the blood flowing. It was about 11:00. I said we got hour and half before you leave. I got behind her and asked her politly to give me your hands. She said you are really going to finish what you started. I said "YEAH". I won't leave you, or let you stay very long like this. I stretched the facts a little.J-MAN
Tue Jul 20 11:36:25 CDT 1999College tie (pt 3)
Onced I secured her hands with the left over rope. I proceeded to wrap it back around her and tie it off to the beam she was agianst. I came around in front of her and said "Well ready for work". She said funny how can I write. I said I'LL write, you can count. The look I got. After about 10 or 15 minutes I untied her hands and upper body. I said "O.K. stick out your hands". She said agian. I told her this would be the only chance to ever tie you up. She Maybe and Maybe not. I said just incase. This time I pulled her hands closer to her knees and used a few more loops this time. I proceed to wrap the rest back around her breast, and arms. I showed her to effectly tie her off. Through her arms and back around her lower and upper breast area. She realizied I did do a great job. I notice her legs and feet seemed a little lose so the other end I untied and said this will be better. I tighten it and puled her hands a little closer, and retied her feet. I didn't ask if she needed to stretch. I told her to make this complete is to gag you. She said "NO" I said with a little preuasion.J-MAN
Tue Jul 20 11:50:49 CDT 1999College tie (pt.4)
I reached for the duct tape and she siad "NO duct tape". I said what about the clean t-shirts we counted, or one of the white write on stickers. She aggreed to this. SO I cut one of the t-shirts in half, and made a little ball out of it . She was trying to get free, but couldn't. I said "Open up and filled her mouth and took one of those white stickers and placed over her lips. I notice this sticks well but not well enough. I did tie the upper part to the beam incase she struggled about gagging her. I tore off two pieces of duct tape ,and she tried to move, and realized that I tied her where she couldn't. She gave in and set still for the two pieces of tape.I
set back and watched her mmmmmmmmph crazily at me. I asked if everything was all right, or to tight. She pointed at her legs and feet. I said I will rub the pain out . The whole time her feet were in my lap. She was still mmmmmmmmph like in relaxtion. I looked at my watch and seen it was after 12:00. This was all in the morning. I told her it was time to leave and would see her later.J-MAN
Tue Jul 20 12:03:07 CDT 1999COLLEGE tie (pt.5)
She really went mmmmmmmmmmph loud and wild. I said I WOULD N'T LEAVE YOU. I started untying her upper body and then down to her hands and legs. She was mmmmmmmmmph for me to ungag her. I said that was for last. She nodded and mmmmmmph some more. I was finishing untying her legs when I noticeed her reach for her gag with her hands. I said I'm not finish and could retie you. She looked and just set their until I finnished. I reached up to take her gag off and said you did look great setting here bound and gagged. She tried to smile, then mmmmmph a little. When I removed her gag and the ball. She said "THANK YOU". I said NO, thank you for the wonderful time. Never did to ever get to tie her up anymore. We are still friends. I got a good one about the halloween gift shop with the female friend of mine. Let me know if anybody is interested?J-MAN
Tue Jul 20 16:32:25 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999J-MAN, Good story I would like to read the other story.
Jim
Tue Jul 20 16:09:18 EDT 1999Harmonizer? How about this — if you think a post is fake, why don't you E-mail that person and ask for clarification, and leave this board to the purpose it was intended: Stories and discussions about childhood tie-up games?
If you really want to discuss the validity of people's stories on an open forum, there are more than enough free-forum servers out on the web; ones that even a WEB-TV user can run a forum from. Why not start your own forum?Dorain
http://www0.delphi.com/cleantickling/messages
cadre_istari@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 20 17:07:53 CDT 1999I have a piece of friendly advice to everyone who has a problem with a story. That would be that if you don't like a story, for whatever reason, don't read it! You can just move on down the page until you find something that you like more, and read that instead. I do it all the time. It takes less effort than criticism and doesn't make anyone feel bad.
On a slightly more pleasant note, in my opinion the latest batch of stories have been great. I'd like to thank the authors of them.Dorren
Tue Jul 20 19:30:12 EDT 1999Harmonizer,
You are obviously an extrovert, and take great pride in your ability to handle criticism. I doubt that there is anything anyone could say that would shut you up.
Many of the people who post here do not have your personality. Most people don't. Your "crusade" here will have the effect of supressing this forum. Nobody has asked you to monitor this site, and I seriously doubt that anyone will.
Hopefully, when Canuck sees your activites, he will expunge most if not all of your crusade. If this site ever needs an interrogator, I'm sure we'll call you. Until then, please go pick your fights somewhere else.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 20 19:53:50 CDT 1999Well put Charile B
Mitch
Tue Jul 20 20:04:56 EDT 1999Harmonizer, I posted before I read my email. I have responded back. From now on, I will keep this off the board and hope that Canuck deletes all of this drivel (including mine too) soon.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 20 20:49:00 UTC 1999While I was in Bob's chat today, I thought of another good story while recounting something else. Back when I was little, there used to be a thing called "Underoos". This basically was underwear and a t-shirt that looked like a costume of a superhero. I know there were other types, but the main ones were Batman, Robin, Superman, Wonderwoman and Spiderman. I think there may have been other themes besides superheros, but I really don't remember. Anyway, I have pictures of myself dressed as Batman or Superman with a cape pinned around my neck whering blue Snoopy Goloshes (rain boots). I have fond memories of playing superheros with some of the neighborhood kids and running around in underoos with towels pinned around our necks. I thought of one particular instance that would be of interest to this site. I can't remember how many kids were playing this particular day and exactly what characters we are portraying so I'm going to take my best guess. I know there were 2 girls. One was Wonderwoman and the other was either Batgirl or Supergirl, I'm not sure which, but we'll say she was Supergirl. I'll also say there was a Batman, a Robin and a Superman for the sake of the story since I don't recall this exactly eiter, but its likely we had these 3 since they are most common. I was probably Batman but it varied from game to game.
Tue Jul 20 20:58:53 UTC 1999I also recall for a fact that Shelia, who has been in some of my previous stories was Wonderwoman and my friend Brad was playing and more than likely my friend Jonathan. The other girl was Shelia's friend. The bad guys were Shelia's older brother Robbie and one of his friends. My best guess is they were probably pretending to be the Joker and Lex Luther. My parents had set a tent up in the back yard that me Brad and Jonathan had had a sleep over in one night and the tent stayed up for a week or two. We had used that as a base for the game. At one point during our adventure, The Joker and Lex used all of our weaknesses against us to capture us. SUperman and girl of course are kryptonite and WW is being tied with her own Lasso. Batman are Robin are mortal so they have no weaknesses, but are frequently tied up in the cartoon, TV show and comic books. So we were all captured and taken to the tent in my backyard. Several jump ropes were used to tie our arms to our side. I don't think they had enough to tie our feet since there were 5 of us. I think two people were done back to back since they only had 4 ropes and one was a really long one where 2 people swing the ends and one jumps in the middle.
Tue Jul 20 21:07:59 UTC 1999We were all tied pretty securely with our arms to our sides. I know I wasn't one of the kids in the back to back. I think it was Brad and probably the supergirl since Brad was most likely Superman. After we were secured, the tent door was zipped up and we were left to try to get loose. The 2 older kids went and hid. The object of the game became to get untied and then capture the two villians after finding them. I don't recall exactly how long we were tied up in the tent, but getting free wasn't as easy as you'd expect. The two in the back to back tie couldn't move around as well so they were the most helpless. I remember trying to push the ropes off Jonathan with my legs. It wasn't easy because the tent floor was slick and there wasn't anything to rub up against inside the tent that was really solid since all the poles are outside. We had to be carefull to not pull the tent down either. It was a fairly large one that could sleep 4 adults. I know that much because I used it later in scouts. My bet is we probably thrashed around for about an hour before Jonathan finally got his arms free. Then he untied me and I set to work untying Shelia while Jonathan freed the other two. I don't think we even found the older kids playing the villians, and I know we didn't ever capture them, but being tied up in the tent was a really fun experience.
Wed Jul 21 00:03:39 Est (Heure d'été) 1999Hi everyone,
You can expect this page to be cleaned up quite soon. In the meantime, please go on with the stories...
Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 21 00:48:44 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Well, Canuck did say "go on with the stories..."
So, here goes....
Wed Jul 21 00:51:10 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(1 of 12)
During the early summer of 1977, my cousins Donna (13), Shirley (11), and George (7) spent a week at my lakeside house. We played our first bondage game of that week in my family's boathouse (see my story in the July Part One archives), where I tied up Shirley and Mona (also 11), a girl from my neighborhood. Shirley had vowed revenge on me, swearing that I would soon be her captive, and I accepted. Donna, who had missed out on our game, quickly agreed to be "captured" along with me when I told her about Shirley's threat. To be honest with you, I wasn't exactly intimidated, and neither was Donna. We had both figured that escaping from whatever predicament Shirley and her newfound friends dreamt up for us would be a piece of cake.
And we couldn't have been more wrong....
It started on a warm and humid summer morning. Mona had come over early and left with Shirley and George. After about an hour, George entered the back yard, ran up to us on the dock and blurted out: "You gotta come over to Mona's house!"
"Is that an order?" Donna asked with a bemused smile.
"No, Shirley and Mona just want you guys to come over," George said in his best innocent manner. He was about as sincere as a used-car salesman. Donna and I exchanged a knowing glance. We knew where we would be spending the next few hours. All that was needed now was for us to enter the trap.
Since Mona's house was also a lakefront property that was easily within view of my own home, I suggested that we simply row over there in the Enterprise, my meager rowboat.
"I'll go tell them you're coming," George said, as he ran off.
Wed Jul 21 00:55:26 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(2 of 12)
"He means he'll go warn them," Donna said with a laugh.
After checking in with my mother, who came out and carefully inspected the clasps on our life vests, Donna and I shoved off in the Enterprise. I rowed, facing Donna. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, gazing at the lake. "This almost feels like a real adventure," she said dreamily. "Like we're a couple of treasure hunters...and we get captured by pirates!"
I agreed with her. Rowing over like this made it feel even more like an adventure. I was tempted to say that I felt like my hero Jonny Quest, but then who would Donna be? (there were no regular female characters in the original JQ cartoons). So I went with Donna's idea that we were a couple of youthful explorers out on a treasure hunt.
When we arrived at Mona's, I moored the Enterprise behind their speedboat and helped Donna get out. Once on the dock, we removed our life vests and placed them in the boat. I was shirtless, clad only in a pair of cotton shorts, and barefoot. Donna wore green satin shorts with a pink tank top, and she was also barefoot.
We strolled off of the dock and onto the lush lawn of the backyard. What we saw there made Donna and me stop dead in our tracks.
Seated on top of a picnic table, next to a tent, were Shirley and Mona. Both girls were clad in shorts and T-shirts and were barefoot. And they were also gagged with handkerchiefs, with their hands behind their backs, and had what appeared to be cloth bonds wrapped around each of their ankles.Doug
Wed Jul 21 00:59:12 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(3 of 12)
Stunned at this sight, Donna and I approached them--but before we could even ask what was going on, Shirley and Mona pulled their hands around from behind their backs and stuck two water pistols into our faces. Shirley pulled her gag down with her free hand and cried, "Gotcha!"
Donna and I raised our hands in surrender as they kicked off the cloth bonds from their ankles (which were never really tied) and surrounded us. George and Lynn (also 11) came out from hiding behind the tool shed. They had wide grins on their faces.
My suspicions about the tent were confirmed when Mona ordered both Donna and me to walk over to it. The tent was a good sized structure with a square base from which a rigid exterior framework sprouted. Movable flaps on all four sides of the tent were raised, revealing vast insect screens which exposed the interior to the outside.
Just before Donna and I entered the tent, Mona's older sister Marie, age 16, came out on the patio. Barefoot, and clad in a light summer dress, Marie smiled at Donna and me. "So, you guys got caught, huh?" she asked good-naturedly. "You gonna wait till Tyler gets back before tying them up, Mona?"
"No," Mona flatly replied. Tyler was Mona and Marie's nine year old brother, who had been sent out on an errand shortly before Donna and I arrived.
Mona ordered us to get inside the tent, and lay face down, which we did. Two large beach towels had been placed down over the floor of the tent.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:03:08 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(4 of 12)
Lynn and George took the water pistols and kept them trained on Donna and me while our hands were tied behind our backs. Mona tied my hands, while Shirley bound her sister's. The rope they used looked like clothesline, but it was softer. Mona wrapped it around my wrists several times before she cinched it off. Then she tied another, separate cord of rope vertically over the original bond. I saw Shirley had also tied Donna's wrists in this same, double-knot fashion. When Mona moved down to bind my ankles, I gave my wrist bonds a tug and was surprised to find that the rope was very secure.
Mona crossed my ankles one over the other, then bound them together--while Shirley tied Donna's ankles the same way. Shirley, George and Mona went into the latter's house to find suitable gags, leaving Donna and me under the watchful eye of Lynn.
Barefoot, and clad in a one piece outfit that exposed her legs and back, Lynn knelt down in-between us, holding her water pistol at the ready like a secret agent.
"Treasure or no treasure," Donna jokingly said to me, "this is the last time I'm ever going boating with YOU!"
Even Lynn had to smile at that one. After we stopped laughing, she asked, "What treasure are you talking about?"
"We'll cut you in on it if you free us," I said, pouncing on a chance for freedom. "You don't have to do it right now--wait until the time is right."
Lynn actually appeared to mull that one over, but before she could reply, Shirley and Mona returned with the gags. Donna and I were cleave-gagged with torn cloth strips.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:07:07 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(5 of 12)
After one last check of our bonds, we were left alone in the tent. But we weren't really alone. The tent's insect screen walls enabled our captors to check on us with a glance from where they sat at the picnic table. It almost felt like being tied up on display in a cage. We were in plain view of our captors at all times.
Don't get me wrong; we weren't complaining. Donna and I were presently having the time of our lives. It was all too easy for me to immerse myself in Donna's fantasy scenario: that we were a couple of vacationing kids who decided to go treasure hunting as a lark--only to run afoul of some ruthless locals who were after the treasure for themselves.
However, that didn't mean we never thought about making an escape. We laid there quietly as we watched and waited--until our captors grew so overconfident that they no longer glanced in our direction. What helped us was that Mona had brought out a portion of her doll collection to show Shirley and Lynn. George, growing bored, came over to us and sat down just outside the tent.
I glanced over at Donna, who, like me, still laid on her stomach. Despite the fact that George was just on the other side of the insect screen, Donna made a grasping motion with her bound hands, as if gesturing for me to come closer and pick her knots loose. If she was willing to test George's loyalty, then so was I. I figured all I had to do was roll over on my left side, and I would be able to easily reach Donna's bound hands.
But, you've heard of what happened to the best laid plans, haven't you?Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:11:22 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(6 of 12)
At this point, we heard a voice call out, "Are they here, yet?" Tyler, age nine, was Mona's younger brother. When he excitedly entered the yard, Mona merely gestured towards Donna and me in the tent. Once Tyler saw us bound and gagged, he burst into a big, toothy grin. "Oh, wow!" he raved, as he pressed his face up against the insect screen. "Did you really tie them up?"
"No, they're just pretending," Lynn replied sarcastically. "They're funny that way."
Tyler, either not hearing--or completely ignoring--Lynn, entered the tent and bent down between us. Donna's eyes grew very wide when Tyler reached over and gave her wrists bonds a good tug. "Wow! They're really tied up! You even gagged them, too! Cool! What are you gonna do with them, now?"
That question brought the girls came over to the tent. Lynn sweetly said, "Why don't we interrogate them about the treasure?"
When Lynn told them all about our treasure conversation, Shirley instantly picked up on our little thread. "I knew they were looking for the treasure," she said triumphantly. "We'll just hold them here until they tell us where it is."
And that was what pretty much happened for the next half hour or so (although it felt longer than the usual half hour). All thoughts of any escape attempt went out the window once Tyler arrived, because he wouldn't leave us alone. He would even come into the tent every five minutes and tug at the ropes binding our hands and feet. At one point, Donna just rolled her eyes at me.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:15:14 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(7 of 12)
To my surprise, it was actually Lynn who asked if it wasn't about time for us to get a break. But Shirley couldn't untie us until she reassured both Mona and Tyler that this didn't mean the game was over. Once Donna and I were finally cut loose, we even had to agree that we were still their captives before they calmed down.
We ate lunch after that, which was served by Marie, who was pretty much the unofficial baby-sitter for her siblings since both their parents worked. Marie had a very easy-going, laid-back attitude. It didn't faze her a bit that we played tie-up games. In fact, she was the one who suggested that Donna and I be tied up in the tent.
No sooner did we finish lunch than Donna and I were retied again. Literally, I had just emptied my cup of soda and placed it on the picnic table when Mona appeared behind me with a length of rope in her hands. Donna, who sat right next to me, glanced over her shoulder to find Shirley standing behind her with rope. Donna and I exchanged a "what-are-ya-gonna-do?" look as we both put our hands behind our backs.
"Can I tie one of them up?" Tyler asked. Mona said no, but sent him and George into the house to get fresh gags for us.
Marie came back out to clear off the picnic table just as Mona and Shirley began binding our hands together behind our backs. The boys returned with the gags, which were basically torn strips of cloth (Mona's mom sewed for a hobby, so there was a lot of left over scrap material which made for good gags). This time, the boys were allowed to gag us--Tyler gagged me, while George happily gagged Donna.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:19:09 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(8 of 12)
Marie watched all of this with a bemused look on her face. She jokingly asked what did Donna and I do that made us so dangerous that we couldn't be left untied. When Lynn explained the treasure story, Marie shook her head and said, "So Doug and Donna are actually the good guys! And all of you are the evil ones!"
As if to avenge what they did to us, Marie made our captors help her carry everything inside. This didn't go down well with our rival band of greedy treasure hunters (being forced to do chores wasn't cool when you were a captor), but they went along with it and quickly helped clear the table. At one point, Donna and I found ourselves sitting by ourselves at the picnic table after everybody brought the stuff inside.
I figured there would be no better time for us to try and pick each other's knots than now. However, Donna let out an anxious squeak under her gag as she gazed worriedly over her shoulder. When I turned to see what had caught her attention, I saw a cabin cruiser slowly sailing by on the lake.
The houses in my area were set far enough apart--with enough dense foliage in-between to offer plenty of privacy for each backyard, which was why Donna and I didn't mind at getting tied up outdoors. But I had forgotten all about the lake; anyone on a boat could see clearly into the yard. When Donna glanced back at me, I just shrugged my bare shoulders. Then she burst into giggles, which was too infectious for me, so I started giggling right along with her.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:23:14 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(9 of 12)
Donna asked me later if I thought the people aboard the boat had seen us. They probably did, but the boat was so far away, they wouldn't have noticed the finer details, like the fact that we sat gagged with our hands tied. Of course, if somebody aboard had a pair of binoculars, then they would have seen everything. But, what could we do about it, anyway? Hoped they enjoyed the show.
Before we could pick at each other's knots, our captors returned and led us back to the tent. Donna and I had to be helped down into sitting positions because our hands were already tied. Mona tied my ankles together while Shirley stood back and allowed Tyler to bind Donna's ankles.
The bondage game sort of lost some steam during this second session. Our captors, who never left us alone, soon became bored. The fact that it was a hot, sweltering, muggy day also didn't help. Mona abruptly suggested that they all go for a swim. Notice I said 'they'--apparently Donna and I were expected to continue sweating it out bound and gagged in the tent while our captors splashed around in the cool lake.
Everybody ran off to change into their bathing suits. Lynn went home to change, while George and Shirley ran back to my house to fetch their bathing suits. So, everybody left--except Tyler. Without saying a word, Tyler entered the tent and untied our ankles. He threw the ropes used to bind our legs over his bare shoulder. Donna gave me a wide-eyed look, as if to say, "Now what?!"Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:27:36 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(10 of 12)
Still gagged, with our hands bound behind our backs, Donna and I were ushered out of the tent, and into Mona's house by Tyler. This was the first time I had ever been inside this place, and it was with the unique distinction of being a bound captive. At least they didn't have to worry about Donna or me touching anything fragile.
Marie was in the kitchen, and her reaction at the sight of us being led through the house by her little brother was funny. "I see nothing! I know nothing!" Marie exclaimed at the ceiling, in a pretty good impression of Sgt. Shultz from Hogan's Heroes.
Tyler led us to his bedroom, which looked like a disaster area with all the toys and knick-knacks lying on the floor. It wasn't a great place to go barefoot.
Donna and I were made to sit side by side on Tyler's narrow bed. Taking the rope from his shoulder, Tyler re-tied my ankles together, then re-tied Donna's ankles. Then, with the flourish of a movie-serial villain, Tyler slowly closed the door to his room--even going as far as making an ominous creaking sound.
Then, it really got weird.
Tyler submitted Donna and me to one of the most bizarre and painful acts of torture ever inflicted on us yet: Show and tell.
Tyler picked up each and every item he had in that room and showed it to me. If it weren't for my gag, I would have made some complimentary remarks. But all I could do was simply nod at everything he showed me. It wasn't long before I realized that I was mainly the recipient of this honor. Donna, taking as much as of this as she could stand, let out a groan under her gag as she slowly laid back on the bed. I glanced over my shoulder at her and saw that Donna stared up at the ceiling in a wide-eyed daze.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:32:06 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(11 of 12)
Tyler patted my shoulder. "Doug, c'mon, you're not looking at this! Pay attention!"
By now, Shirley, George and Lynn had returned and they--along with Mona--noticed that their captives were missing. I could hear them shouting outside. Marie must have told them what happened to us, because they immediately made a beeline to Tyler's room and pounded on his door.
"Shhh! Don't make a sound," Tyler whispered to us.
Donna promptly sat up and started yelling as loudly as she could through her gag. When I joined in, Tyler stood there helplessly waving his hands at us.
Mona barged into the room. She was now clad in a one piece bathing suit, and appeared to be very ticked off. "What the hell are you doing?" she said to her brother. This started a screaming match between her and Tyler. Shirley, George and Lynn all burst into laughter, apparently upon seeing Donna and me sitting tied up on the bed.
Marie came up and pulled her siblings apart. "Maybe it's time to give the tie-up game a rest, huh?" she suggested.
"Do you guys still feel like playing?" Shirley asked--to which Donna and I both shook our heads 'no' vigorously.
But Mona couldn't wrap her brain around the concept that captives were equal players in a bondage game. Even as Shirley started untying us--with Lynn helping--Mona protested long and loud that we were still her captives, and who cared what captives wanted, etc, etc, etc.Doug
Wed Jul 21 01:36:22 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(12 of 12)
"Mona," Marie said curtly, "knock it off."
When Mona stormed out in a huff, Marie, shaking her head, followed. Soon, we could all hear another wild argument down the hall between the sisters.
"She's like a mini-Becca," Donna muttered under her breath. Shirley, George and I all giggled at that one.
Lynn, who had been busy untying my ankles, knelt back with a frown and asked, "Who's Becca?"
"You know Darth Vader in Star Wars?" I asked. When Lynn nodded, I added, "Well, Becca is sort of a female Darth Vader."
Both Donna and Shirley stared at me in shock and went "Oooooo!"
"I'm telling her you said that," Donna promised me.
I tried to act as if I didn't care, but the truth was I regretted saying that as soon as it came out of my mouth. That Saturday, I would go up with my cousins when they returned home for another three week stay at my Aunt Jean's house. And I knew that I would most likely be seeing Becca--along with her brother Jim, and Karen; our other partners in bondage--on the very first day. I'd hoped that Donna would forget to tell Becca about my calling her a "female Darth Vader".
But, of course, I couldn't be that lucky, now, could I?
Next up, I return for another summer of sun, fun and bondage at my Aunt Jean's. As always, thanks for reading.
Wed Jul 21 00:38:51 CDT 1999Doug,
Fantastic story as always! I happened to check the site and saw your comment above the story that you were getting ready to post, so I followed each installment as it went up. Sounds to me like Mona and Tyler needed to be tied up for being annoying. I can relate to how the game sort of fizzled half way through. That happened all to often in my games, thats why so often I just summarize the rest and focus on the tie-up parts. Can't wait for the next one.
Wed Jul 21 00:47:48 EST 1999(1 of 2)
This is a story that happened back in my younger days.A friend of mine named Cindy lived down the road from me. We were both about the same age, which I believe was around ten when this story happened. Playing at her bedroom, I cannot recall were the parents were, but they were not around. We were playing a game that we were bankers. I do not remember what my job was, but she was running the drive through window. The window was just a card table in the corner of her room. With a little imagination, it became the drive through. Monopoly money was used as the cash, and she would hand it out or receive it from customers who drove by.
My job must not have been very exciting, because I started to get bored. That’s when it occurred to me that this bank needs to be robbed. Grabbing a gun, which was just an empty squirt gun, I told her “hands in the air.” She turned around to face me, and raised her hands up. “I want you to slowly stack all of the money, and hand it over to me.” She complied, and gave me all of the money. While I was stuffing it in my back pocket, she asked “what are you going to do with me?” That’s when it occurred to me that she needed to be tied up. Being cool, I asked “do you have any rope?” Her reply was “you mean something to tie me up with?” She than jumped up and told me to wait, and ran out of the room. A few moments later she returned with a coil of white rope. She handed it to me and sat back in her chair. After cutting a few pieces off of the coil, and tossed the rest on her bed. She already had her wrists crossed behind her back.Fins
Wed Jul 21 00:51:48 EST 1999(2 of 2)
Fortunately the chair had a back to it so I had something to secure her to. Using the first piece of rope, I tied her wrists securely. The next piece I used on her ankles. After they were tied together, I took another piece and tied it below her knees. Cutting another piece of rope, I used it to secure her waist to the back of the chair by wrapping it around her a few times. I was not very experienced with tying, but I think she was very secure and could not get free. Man was I having fun now! She was well tied up, but something was missing. Asking if she had any bandannas or rags, she told me “top drawer in the dresser”. She had a little smirk on her face as I was wading the first into a ball. “Open wide” She did and I shoved the first in her mouth. “Now don’t spit it out”. I took the second to cover her mouth and tied it off behind her neck. Now she was finished. Trying not to gawk too long I told her that someone will be by shortly to untie her, and asked if she was OK. She nodded yes, so I turned and left the room. After going to the bathroom and getting a drink of water, I talked with her mom (who never knew that Cindy was tied up in her bedroom). When I returned about 15 minutes later, she was still in the chair, just as I left her. After she was untied, we continued to play the bank game. The imaginary police never did catch the robber.I hope that my first post was enjoyed.
Fins
Tue Jul 20 23:57:24 1999Since Canuck will delete this anyway
You are acting like I came in here and called
everyone liars. All I said was that it didn't
sound like the Mallorca I was familiar with and
that my participants couldn't get a drawer open.
Pretty terrible comments that upset many people.
That's right, I forgot, the only allowable comment
here is "great story".
Extrovert, immune to criticism, ROTFLMFAO, what
universe do you people live in.
Remember, this all started when I posted a warning
about possible flaming from people who do it for
kicks. Which caused some people to attack those
who like wrestling, which led to back and forth
posts between Dudalb and me, then Maddog implied
on his page that I was behind the whole thing
which somehow apparently meant I was out to flame
people. Then when I dared to question some items,
I was, of course, flaming people.
I challenge anyone to show where I attacked any
stories or authors on this page.
If saying 'that doesn't sound like the place I
know', or, 'it didn't work when we tried it' is an
attack, get real and get a life.
If I had posted madeup stories about how I used to
tie and gag my babysitter or sister or cousin or
greatgrandmother, I would have been hailed as the
second coming.
Guess I took Canuck's guidelines too seriously."Feel free to post related questions, discussions
and comments here also."
Harmonizer45
Wed Jul 21 08:39:11 UTC+0200 1999MS: Interesting!
Doug: Great story as usual!
Fins: A very good start. Are you going to send more stories in the future?
Harmonizer45: Yes, the guidelines are like that. I think that there are many different ways to question about a story. Take Doug's stories, for instance. The fact that George never gets tied up there at first puzzled me. But one thing is starting like that, "Hey, it is not possible" and another thing is trying to ask and make it clear that one wants to know some more details. So to speak, it is a matter of... let us say style? ;)
Thank you and do excuse me for the poor quality of my English. Ciao a tutti (Bye everyone)!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Wed Jul 21 19:17:08 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999MS, Doug, Great stories! (he he) Is that what I'm "allowed" to say here?
Fins, Thanks for posting. I enjoyed reading your story, Please post again!
Harmoniser, Yes, it IS true that you can post related questions, discussion etc etc here relating to stories. However, it is the MANNER in which questions/comments are made that is important. I apologise if I am upsetting you but you came across as very pushy and rude with your comments/questioning. Your questions were less questions than it was some kind of interrogation. It was this which upset people.
Fair enough if you want to query the details and or validity of a story but you could have been more tactful about it all.
Nuff said!
mason
Wed Jul 21 19:33:02 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Cops at work and..... Play?!?
I read this interesting little snippet in today's afternoon newspaper.
POLICE PROBE 'GAG PRANK' COMPLAINT (by Jen Kelly)
(Herald-Sun, Wednesday, July 21, Page 9)
'Three policemen have been removed from a suburban station after a prank in which a policewoman was allegedly bound and gagged.
Two officers were suspended with pay and a third transferred to another police station after the incident last week.
It is believed one of the suspended police officers was a sergeant.
Police spokesman Kevin Loomes confirmed an investigation had begun.
"We have yet to determine whether a prank there may have gone overboard," Mr Loomes said.
He would not confirm or deny a report that the woman's allegation referred to being bound and gagged.
"Once the complaint was lodged it was referred to the ethical standards department who are now pursuing the matter," he said'
Great. It's nice to know that our uniformed boys in blue are fighting so hard to suppress crime. It is refreshing to know that if I go out and commit a crime that I will be properly restrained. I am looking forwards to reading further developments. Will keep you posted regarding this exciting saga. I am also dying to know how they bound and gagged her....
mason
Wed Jul 21 12:31:09 UTC+0100 1999great stories lately again, please keep it up. (If I can remember my youth stories I might even post them.)
Wed Jul 21 10:03:29 CDT 1999THANKS JIM AND ALL the rest of you guys. I might write it today and keep it short. I also have a lot more I'm trying to rethink them and remember how each tying went. J-MAN. keep up all the great stories guys.
J-MAN
Wed Jul 21 12:11:02 1999Apology and comments on my page
maddog
http://www.angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Wed Jul 21 13:58:19 EDT 1999I have emailed maddogsw a response. They just don't seem to understand that the main issue for me at least is that the threat of interrogation creates an unhospitable enviroment that makes people reluctant to post. This should be a pleasant place to come, and those who take the time and make the effort to post should feel appreciated.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 21 13:30:30 CDT 1999Halloween gift shop
It started on a cool Sept. day. This woman I had know for awhile. She quit a job I knew her on, and told me she worked at this gift store. I went to see her at work. She was there by herself and me. I was hoping she was dressed in a dress or slacks. She was dressed in slacks. I took some rope and two bandanas long just incase the moment arose. She were talking for about and hour when I slipped a piece out of my pocket and dropped it on the floor. I said hey do you people just let this stuff lay a round. She said "NO". She was sweet,and nieve. She was showing me costumes and other Halloween gear. We went back to the counter and set on some stools. I was going to make my move when a customer came in. Customer stayed about 30 mins.. I was playing with the 3 foot rope, when I said sit still.She asked why. I said "I just lassoed your foot. She said "quit playing around a customer might come in and think you are trying to rob me." I said "you haven't had a customer since 10:30 a.m. this morning". I said since I still got one foot tied. I should get the other foot. At first she wasn't to keen on the idea. She finally said"O.K. Just make sure if you see some one coming untie them quickly.J-man
Wed Jul 21 14:02:33 CDT 1999Halloween gift shop pt.2
I said "No problem". She turned on her stool and gave me her other foot and I tied them off. I should have tied them to the stool. She sat there and we talked for few minutes. I said" Since no one is coming in for awhile lets pretend I 'm robbing you. Her feet were incased in shiny new brown hose. Back to the story. I found another piece of the rope I had in my pocket on the floor in the back. I came back and said look what I found. She said "I'm not to sure about this what if the owners come up." I said "Look here are a pair of scissors and I can cut you free". She aggreed and I said hands behind your back. She put her hands behind herand I proceed to tie them off. A little tight, but not to tight to leave marks. After I finished I told her she looked nice, and don't go nowhere. She give me that look like yeah right. I said I know what is missing if I'm taking things you might call out. She said "I guess you want to gag me too". I responded it would be nice. She said "I could if it would make me untie her. I thought yeah right. I took one bandana out of my pocket and said open wide. She thought I was going to tie it around her head.J-man
Wed Jul 21 14:15:21 CDT 1999
J-man
Wed Jul 21 14:15:50 CDT 1999Sorry I hit the wrong botton.
Halloween gift shop pt3
I stuck it in her mouth and before she could spit it out. I had all ready pulled the other one out,and was tying it around her head to silence my heroine. She looked at me and mmmmmmmmmph a couple of times. I asked if she was all right. She nodded yes. She was mmmmmmmmmph some more, and I asked her what. I said I get to regag you for one question she mmmmmmmph in protest I think. She nodded yes. I removed part of her gag, and she asked if Iwas watching for anybody. Isaid yes, and regagged her. I got up off my stool and went to look out the big window. She was mmmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmmph. I said nobody is coming. I went back over to her and asked to set her in the floor. She nodded NO. I kept her this way for all most and hour. I said I will be going,and you don't need to run off. I really got the mmmmmmmmmmph.I decicded to untie her. I untied her hands, and still leaving her gag on and her feet still tied. I ungagged her. We set and talked for awhile. I said I got to go. She said "Are you forgetting something. I said "yeah right your legs. I took my time to untie her anlkes. I hope you weren't hurt. She said "No but this is the first time I let a younger guy tie me up, or any other guy. I said "Thanks" and leftJ-man
Wed Jul 21 16:02:48 PDT 1999For the moms: I found out the hard way; wear shorts or slacks. I allowed my son to hogtie me, and with my ankles crossed, my knees were spread. That could have been a big mistake.
Gillian
jillr10@hotmail.com
Wed Jul 21 22:53:57 1999hey gillian Feel free to tell about your experiance with your son!!!! If you dont fell confortable posting it here then email me and we can trade stories for i beleive i had an experiance similar to yours not too long ago with my son also!
Thu Jul 22 14:10:34 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – The introduction – part 1 of 3
It was the second time we went on holiday to Wittelsberg, near Marburg in Hessen, Germany. Wittelsberg is a small village with mostly farmers and one of these farmers had 4 holiday cottages on a piece of land. He also had an old house, very large, converted into holiday houses so in total 9 families could stay there for a holiday. The 4 cottages were standing along side each other, while the house was separated from the cottages by another house. Behind the holiday house, which was located along the main road of the village, was a large area of grass and a pool. There were also several trees giving shade. There was a small strip of grass behind the house that separated the cottages from the holiday house which connected the piece of land with the cottages to the area where the pool was. We (my father, mother, myself (14), my sister Suzanne (12) and my other sister Marga (9)) arrived early Saturday afternoon and we stayed in one of the cottages. My parents decided to get some groceries at the local (and only) store and my sisters decided to go along. I decided to scout the place. We had the first cottage from the road and the next two cottages were empty. In the last cottage was a family from Hamburg, Germany, with two boys and 2 girls. I met the youngest one of the two boys, Marcus (11) when I walked to the pool by the small strip behind the house. We introduced ourselves and although at that time my German wasn’t as good as it is now, we managed to understand each other. He told me he was looking for his brother Frank (16) who was chasing after his sister Helga (14) because she had been pestering him all morning and she had soaked him at the pool while he was reading one of his favorite comics.
To be continued …
Thu Jul 22 14:11:54 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – The introduction – part 2 of 3
When we walked to the pool we saw his brother coming from the garages under the holiday house. At the road side the house was a floor higher then at the back, allowing for some garages to be build underneath. (The ground floor at the front was the first floor at the back.) Marcus introduced me to Frank and we talked for a while. Then Marcus asked about his sister and Frank told us he had taken care of her. She was in one of the garages. Frank went to the pool and laid down in one of the garden chairs, so he could finish his comic, while we went to the garages. There were three garages in total, two were closed, but the third one was open, the door was broken so it couldn’t be closed anyway. On the floor in the garage, which was filled with a lot of rubbish, we found Helga, short blond hair and wearing a blue one piece swimsuit. She had been tied up by Frank and left on the floor. When she saw us she started to ask Marcus to release her, but he refused. He told her that she had caused this herself, so she should get free on her own. Looking at her bonds, her hands had been tied behind her back at the wrists, some more rope around her upper body kept her hand to her body, and her legs had been tied at her ankles, she would have a hard time getting out of them. Marcus introduced me to Helga and then offered me a drink. I accepted, although I wouldn’t have mind staying with Helga. Not that I was into bondage at that time, I just knew that I was getting a funny feeling every time I saw a woman tied up. This time I decided to follow Marcus and we went to his parents cottage. He also introduced me to his parents and we had a drink. When we were sitting on the porch of the cottage, Helga came walking towards us. I commented her on getting out so quickly, but she just looked at me with a funny face. Marcus started laughing and I asked him what was the matter.
To be continued …
Thu Jul 22 14:13:23 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – The introduction – part 3 of 3
“That’s not Helga, that’s Sabine, her twin sister.” Now I had to laugh to. Sabine wanted to know what was going on and Marcus told her. “Oh no, not again.” She said. It turned out that Frank had done this before to them, at their home it turned out to be a regularly activity when he was baby sitting them. “Where is she?” Marcus told her and she ran of to her sister. When we finished our drinks we decided to have a look and walked over to the garages. Frank was stil reading his comic, some of the guests of the house were also at the pool, but neither Sabine nor Helga were anywhere to be seen. We walked over to the garage and found that Sabine had joined her sister on the floor of the garage. She also had been tied with some pieces of rope that were hanging on the wall, almost identical to her sister. Both were pleading with us to release them and after some discussion we decided to release their legs and take them with us to the swimming pool, so Frank could decide if he wanted them set free. The girls were not really happy with this, but everything was better then being bound on the floor of the dirty garage. So we released the ropes around their feet, helped them up and guided them to the pool area. We had to explain what happened to some of the other guests, but nobody intervened and we told the girls to ask Frank if they could be set free. He agreed, they had been bound for just under an hour, at least Helga had been, and we undid the ropes. After that we had a swim in the pool. It was the beginning of a three week holiday full of bondage games.
More will follow soon… (if I can find the time)
Thu Jul 22 19:58:15 EDT 1999Harmonizer45,
After reading and rereading your posts, it is obvious that there were several different ways to take your posts, and I chose to see them in the worst possible light. It is quite possible that I was mistaken about your intentions.
I apologize for taking up even more space here, but I felt that this was necessary after hours of deliberation and emails.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Thu Jul 22 23:07:55 1999YOU ARE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE B !!!!!!!
PEACE BETWEEN US
Dudalb,
Tried Maddog's experiment. He is right, it does
depend on how tight the waist rope is.AS FAR AS I AM CONCERNED YOUR STORY IS ACCURATE
AND I AM SORRY I QUESTIONED IT.I APOLOGIZE IF I UPSET YOU, YOU ARE ONE POSTER I
DON'T WANT TO UPSET.
RONIN,
Are you sure you weren't on one of the smaller
Ballerics, some of them are pretty undeveloped and
would definitely fit the dusty one hotel village
description.Hamonizer45
Fri Jul 23 00:29:38 EDT 1999Canuck can decide if this is on topic or not, but I'd like to report a sighting.
I wasn't involved in this one, just a passer by.
Since the open heart surgery, which has really messed my mind up; For a while this week I had trouble keeping the news stories straight, and could have sworn they found JFK's body on the moon at one point. Another I do since the surgery is prattle on about things of no pertinance to anything whatsoever, but I digress;
in a nutshell, the doctor's want me to walk, at least a mile a day.Now I don't know if its a mile or not, but I figure carrying grocery bags helps to the work, so I walked to the grocery store and back yesterday evening, I was coming back just as the sun was going down, and as I was coming back, I noticed two girls; from their heights I'd have placed their ages in the 8 to 11 year old range, standing very still against a chain link fence in their front yard, while a woman in her 30's watched them from the front steps. As I got closer I could see they'd been blindfolded, and that their hands were tied behind them palm to palm, their ankles tied together and they were tied standing to the fence. I looked at them as I walked passed, and the womann said, "Don't untie them, they've been bad."
Fri Jul 23 01:00:17 EDT 1999Sighting part 2
For the record one of the girl's was was a chuuby blond, in a tank top and jeans shorts, bareffot, the other one was a thin girl with long dark hair, she looked like she was wearing a one piece bathing suit, and shorts, sneakers and white socks.
I wasn't sure of what to say to the woman or the two girls, so I just said, "Don't worry, I won't", and continued walking home; stealing a glance back as I turned the corner to go home.
The girls weren't gagged, and didn't seem threatened, I heard the woman ask one of them if she was alright, as I was leaving but she had them tied up good.
So, that's my sighting, for what its worth,
Ron
Fri Jul 23 14:20:56 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Fri Jul 23 13:40:55 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999
HARMONIZER45: I'm impressed. It seems you're quite OK afterall ;-)
To make it clear once and for all: It was on the very island of Mallorca where we staid. It was a VERY small and sleepy village (a long time ago too) and of course we visited more of this island. We even went to the capital, etc. But this hotel existed (if it hasn't changed it's appearance it most likely doesn't exist anymore). I even recall a bar or a small restaurant with a lemon tree inside (going through the roof)... wans't it called Miguelle's....
Now that you asked the way you did, I had no chance but to explain this to you (even though it is really not so important, right?).TO ALL:
By the way: My name will stay the same, but I'm actually not a 'Ronin' anymore since yesterday (*evil grin*)- My next story will follow soon. -
FH: I really liked your story. If I may be so rude as to ask just one little favour of you: Please give some more details. Especially when it comes to what rope was used, how much, how it was tied, etc. I would really like to see more of your stories.
(and of course from the rest of you too *grin*)Ronin
Fri Jul 23 13:43:31 UTC+0100 1999Ronin,
Tnx for your comments, no your question was not rude. Don't forget this happened 17 years ago and I can't remember all (or actually most) of the details. I reread my story and had to agree that it was a bit short on some details. I'll try to be more specific in the next episodes.
For the rope used, this time it was the type of rope farmers used to keep the hay together. It has a bit of a shiny texture, looks like plastic, but is made up of small strands. All I remember is that it was hard to tie a knot in, but once you had one in, it was hard to get it undone.
The reasonable large amount was used on there wrists, just a few strands on their ankles and around their upper bodies.
I know we changed to 'normal' softer cotton rope during the next days of the holiday, because the plastic stuff wasn't very kind on your skin.
CU, FH.
P.S. Forgive my English, because it is not my native language and sometimes I don't know the word to describe something correctly.
Fri Jul 23 13:54:20 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – In the pool – Part 1 of 3
The next day of our holiday in Germany (see previous post of Thursday Jul 22, 1999) was a day without any games, mostly because we were all out on sightseeing trips. If I remember correctly we took the buss to Marburg and this one only goes to the town in the morning and comes back in the afternoon. During the rest of the day no public transportation was available. On Monday I was in the pool real early and so were my sisters, who actually never got involved in our games. It must have been 8 o’clock and most people were still in bed. After a while Helga, or was it Sabine, I couldn’t tell them apart since they were identical twins, came around the corner, wearing her blue one piece swimsuit. When she jumped in the water I asked her who she was and it turned out to be Sabine. I can’t really remember how she and her sister looked, all I know is that they were still starting to develop into young women. We talked and swam for some time. She told me about earlier tie ups and that Frank, her older brother, had developed a taste for tying them up. Bluntly she asked me if I had tied somebody up before. I had some practise on my sisters as kids, but that always had been in cops and robbers game, never serious or very good. Then she told me that if I could find a piece of rope, other than the plastic stuff Frank had used on her and her sister in the garage, I could practise on her. At this age this was all playful and no sexual intentions were behind it all. I got out of the pool and scouted around and eventually found some rope in a shed, which was on the owners farm, but was reachable from the pool area by walking through an open gate. It was a rather large piece, probably 30 meters, and it had been white once, but due to the fact that it had been used on a farm and laying in the shed, it was now brown, with some white spots.
To be continued…
Fri Jul 23 14:34:48 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – In the pool – Part 2 of 3
I ran back to the pool with the rope, only to find Sabine gone. Thinking that the long rope would be useless, I decided to go for a pair of scissors, so I could cut it to smaller length, never considering what the farmer would say if he found his rope cut to pieces. I left the rope lying on one of the chairs and walked to our cottage. When I came back with my pair of scissors, Marcus was at the pool and he had found the rope. I explained him what Sabine had told me and yet again he told me I was tricked by the twins. They played this game regularly on people. Sabine had still been in bed, so it had been Helga who had been in the pool with me. This was cause for revenge and I asked him if he would help me. Marcus agreed and we cut the rope into some smaller pieces. Then we went to look for Helga. Marcus told me how to keep them apart. Helga’s eyes were green and Sabine’s eyes were blue. We ran into Helga just as we approached their cottage. When she saw us and the ropes, she sprinted in the other direction, straight into Frank, who just came out of the cottage. He grabbed her and looked at us and the ropes. Marcus explained what she had done and Frank agreed that revenge was in place here. He held her, while I tied her hands behind her back. Her wrists were crossed and the rope, about a meter long. Was tied in both directions around her wrists. I noted later I tied it pretty tight, but this was one of the first times I tied up a girl and she was struggling, so it just had to do. A longer piece of rope, about 10 meters long was used to wrap her upper body in rope. Frank gave me some pointers and moments later Helga was helpless. She stopped fighting and asked us what we were going to do to her. Since she tricked me at the pool, I thought that her punishment should be spending time in the pool while being tied.
To be continued…
Fri Jul 23 14:35:19 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – In the pool – Part 3 of 3
Now I have to tell you about this pool. It was 20 meters long and 5 meters wide, but the deepest point was 1,30 meter (about 4 foot), so she could stand in it easily. She wasn’t to keen on the idea of being in the pool while tied up, but she had little choice, because it was three of us and only one of her. We walked her over to the pool and while Marcus got in the pool, I helped Frank lowering her down into the water. Than Frank and me also got into the water and started splashing about, generating little cries from Helga, every time we came close to her. I noticed it wasn’t the best plan to put her in the pool, because the brown rope started to give off color into the water, so we decided to get Helga out of the pool and we sat her down into one of the garden chairs. With the another piece of rope, some 5 meters long, we fixed her to the chair. That’s how she stayed tied until her sister showed up, half an hour later and she was released.
That afternoon we played another game, but more of that later.
Fri Jul 23 14:56:38 Central Daylight Time 1999You guys have no idea how lucky you are. I have seen this Harmonizer from webtv in action over at RSPW, rec.sport.pro-wrestling,. He is brutal, to put it mildly. Considering the way his actions were lied about, I feel that he has shown remarkable self control through out all this. He must honestly care about this place.
Charlie B. was man enough to admit that he may have overreacted, he should be complimented on that.
That's just my reality, you may be wrong.Chad
Fri Jul 23 19:17:10 1999RONIN
You found a master, good for you.
If Mallorca exploded the way St Thomas did, I have
no doubts about how you described it.
ENJOY YOUR NEW RELATIONCharlie B., Dudalb, Maddog
You all showed real class during this
PEACE BETWEEN USTo those who added their two cents worth
AGAINST FOOLS SUCH AS THESE, THE GODS THEMSELVES
DOTH RAIL IN VAINTo The cowards who flame me from false identies
You are not worthy of commentHarmonizer45
Sat Jul 24 11:02:37 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Peace? Yahhh!
I like.
This place is a treasure. Lets not lose it over silly little flame wars or disgreements
"There are no winners, only losers in war."
And Canucks would have been the loser.
Harmoniser, why don't you drop by the chat one day? We'd like to meet you for a chat about things in general - sometimes we even chat about bondage in there?
mason
Fri Jul 23 18:27:23 PDT 1999Good we won't have to get together a Peacekeeping force for this page....
Harmonizer:
maddog seemed to have made the point in a email I was on the verge of making in a post. Although we had tied my Mom's and Emma's wrists to their backs tightly enough so they could not lift them away, the ropes were not so tight that they could not move the wrist and arms laterallly to one side.This allowed my mom to move her hands just far enough to be able to open the drawer and ger the scissors. Also the scarves and bandage was tied around the wrists and the area of the arms just above the wrists, the palms and fingers were not covered. I would be interested in hearing a more detailed description of your "remake" of my tie up for the two moms.
THings have gotten busy at work so I have not had much time to really sit down and write but I hope to have the "momnapping" of Steffi's mother up by the middle of August...dudalb
Mason
Thanks for the invite, but the chat room is java and even though microsquash owns both java and webtv they are not compatible.Dudalb,
A long time ago I started out tieing arms to back thusly
first I tie and knot a rope around the already tied wrists, pull that rope tight [knot between wrists and back] and tie it off in front, then wrap it completely around wrists and body and tie off in front again.
Probably did it that way without even thinking about it, just assuming that was the only way.Harmonizer45
Fri Jul 23 22:37:25 CDT 1999I'm really glad to see that people are calming down about all of this. It was starting to become a little repetitive. Great to have it all settled.
On a different note, I've enjoyed the most recent batch of stories, and I'd like to thank the authors of them. As always, this is a really great site.Dorren
Fri Jul 23 23:34:52 1999Is it over?
Harmonizer,
Saw that method in a HOM magDudalb
mid August, unsat !!maddog
Sat Jul 24 02:08:04 1999Interesting. It takes a while to go through it all, but it was an interesting trip through cyberspace. It brought back some childhood memories of my own, which I may share soon. Meanwhile, I'll read.
BTW, I have forwarded to Canuck, some stories that I remember, but as I told him, memory becomes faulty over time, so for those who read, my stories are based on fact, but where memory fails, I draw on imagination and my creative writing ability.Burke
Burke
Sat Jul 24 13:25:17 UTC 1999Burke,
I would love to hear them. Don't worry, no one expects you to be pefect. Just do the best that you can and fill in the details you don't remember enough to make the story enjoyable. The exact circumstances and who said what aren't that important anyway.
Sat Jul 24 22:22:37 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Just to make one thing clear: I hate S&M!!! This site is related to bondage one could say, and I don't want the following fact to be misunderstood:
I found a new master! Right! (very good Harmonizer. *bow*) And we even inflict pain to each other. But that's only because of my martial arts training!!!
I know, you may not care what I do in my spare time (except for the few hours when I write down my bondage-memories), but Harmonizer's post concerning my 'master' sounded a bit... well, you know... strange.
I also know, that Harmonizer has surely understood this matter exactly how it was meant by me, but there might be someone who isn't as familiar with martial arts as we are.
But he still impressed me (again) by being absolutely right. OK. Now that I'm rehabilitated... on with the show.
By the way... did you know that martial arts training offers a variety of possibilities to tie someone up? There is even a special japanese art dedicated to ropes and knots. I'm not talking about something you might know as japanese bondage, but the art of restraining a prisoner. Very cool knots and ropework. Just an example: Using this technique, I'm able to tie the knot on my shoes in less than a second! Some bondage-knots work similar (-> Rope-Handcuff).
OK. Back to work. I'll post my next story very soon.Ronin
Sat Jul 24 17:36:45 1999Ronin, [shouldn't you change that now :-)]
Thanks for those kind words.
One of the local PBS stations near one of my
former bases, used to show Japanese, Chinese, and
Korean programing. Not chop socky, aimed at
western teenaged boy stuff, but actual Oriental
programing, everything from modern soap operas to
historical dramas to folk tales and legends. Most
of it wasn't subtitled, but it was all
fascinating. Not to mention the damsel in distress
scenes that often turned up. I especially liked
the series about the old retired vice shogun who
traveled around Japan with a samari and a male and
female ninja, and the series about the shogun who
would go out among the people as a ronin to
identify problems and then reveal himself as the
shogun and fix them.
Now all I get is the occassional film that pops up
on Bravo or IFC.
Since you are living in middle Europe, I am really
surprised that you could find another teacher.
You're right, but it takes me longer than two
seconds to hogtie her with a shoelace, must be
getting old. [see it wasn't off topic]
Best wishesHarmonizer45
Sun Jul 25 01:06:05 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – My turn – part 1 of
After the release of Helga from the garden chair, my parents called me for lunch and I left the others at the pool. After lunch I walked back to the pool via the road, instead of the small grass strip behind the cottages and the house. When I walked down from the road to the pool I saw Helga and Sabine coming towards me. Most other guests from that morning at the pool were at lunch and we were alone. I noticed that they were carrying the ropes we had used on Helga that morning and I had a feeling I knew what was coming. “Now it’s your turn.” Sabine said smilingly. Since I had started the morning session, it was only fair to go along with their plans, so I asked what they wanted. “Hold your hands behind your back.” I did as I was ordered. I had them palm-to-palm, but Helga told me to hold them crossed. Then I felt a rope being tied around them, first one way, then cinching it the other way. The rope was tied snug, but not tight and I commented that they did a better job then I had done. “We had lots of practice, you are just starting.” Sabine said. Helga agreed and commented on the fact that I did tie her a bit tight that morning. I said I would like to get a retry and she said that I probably would get another chance. When the finished tying the rope around my wrists, they started wrapping a rope around my middle and fixing this to the rope around my wrists, making it impossible for me to move my hands much. I was then guided to the garages underneath the holiday house. To the left of the garages (facing the garages) was a toilet, or at least a room of about a meter by a meter that was once used as a toilet. The door was made of old wood, but was still in relatively good shape and had separate locks on the outside and on the inside. (Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know.) There was even a light in the toilet, although the light switch was outside the toilet.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 01:07:04 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – My turn – part 2 of
I was pushed into the small room and was ordered to sit down on the broken toilet. With another piece of rope, the 5-meter piece used to keep Helga in the garden chair earlier, my feet were tied. It was long enough to make it a nice package and when they were done, my legs were wrapped in ropes from my ankles to half way up my upper legs. I was sure I wouldn’t be doing any walking. Then with a devilish grin on their faces, the twins told me that I had to stay here until Frank or Marcus found me. They closed the door and I could here the lock on the outside being closed. Moments later I was in the dark as they turned of the lights. It wasn’t really dark; there were enough cracks in the door, which not only provided just enough light to examine my situation, but also ample opportunity to look outside. I couldn’t see too much because of the location of the toilet underneath the main house. I yelled for help, although not to loud, just to see if there would be a reaction. And a reaction it gave, although not the one I expected. The door was flung open again and the twins stood in the door opening. “What are you doing?” They asked me. “Yelling for help, what else do you expect from a prisoner.” They whispered something to each other and then told me I was to be gagged. Now I had never been gagged before at that time, so this was something new for me. “Please be careful.” Helga ran away and came back with a tea towel after several minutes. This was tied as a cleave gag in my mouth and knotted behind my head. I found that I was still able to make some sounds, but loud screams and very intelligent conversations were out of the question. It actually felt great not being able to say much. The twins looked at me for a moment and then closed the door again. I was alone, bound and gagged in a toilet. I tested the ropes but there was not a chance I would get free on my own, so all I could do was wait for them to find me.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 01:09:13 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – My turn – part 3 of 4
After spending 15 minutes in the toilet, although to me it felt like hours, I heard somebody move around outside. I looked through the cracks in the door and noticed it was a woman I didn’t know. I made some sounds in my gag, alerting the woman of my presence in the toilet and she caught on quickly. All I remember now is that she was a sportive type and she had long black hair, she was almost as tall as my father then, which must have been 1,85 meters in those days and she was dressed in blue sports shorts and a white T-shirt. If I remember correctly she was 21 at the time. She looked surprised to find me there, especially tied up and gagged, but my surprise was even bigger when I found out she wasn’t German, but Dutch, just like me. During the conversation we had when she untied me, I learned her name was Kim and she was staying with her parents in the top most apartment of the holiday house. They had just arrived and she was checking out the area. She had just finished high school and her boyfriend was in the army and couldn’t go on holiday, so she decided to go along with her parents. She just finished untying my legs, my hands were still tied, when the twins came back to check on me. They protested loudly when they found out I was being released by somebody that was not involved in our games and demanded I was tied up again. Kim did protest a bit, but the twins convinced her to go along with them, so my feet were retied and although I protested, the gag was retied. The door was shut again and for the third time I was alone in my prison. Again I tried to get free, but there was not even a knot in reach on which I could start. I wriggled as much as I could, but didn’t get anywhere. For a couple of moments I heard the three women outside talking, but than everything got quiet again and I did the only thing I could do, wait for release.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 01:10:11 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – My turn – part 4 of 4
I probably spend another half hour in the toilet, before Marcus discovered me. Or actually he was directed to me by the twins, who thought I had been tied up long enough. I was glad to get free and swore revenge on the twins and on Kim for not releasing me, although I didn’t have high hopes for getting even with her. Boy was I wrong. Marcus and I went to the swimming pool and we were just in time for the start of the barbecue, so revenge had to wait, food was more important at that time. But I knew we still had 10 days to go, so plenty of time to get back at the twins.
More soon (I hope) …
Sat Jul 24 18:03:49 1999Forgot this, sorry
Maddog,
I saw it in a magazine also, want to say
"Helpless", but that was a long time ago. In a
strange way it made me feel validated that the
pros were using the same technique I was.Burke,
I join those who are looking forward to your
stories. From what you have said so far it is
obvious, [well obvious to me] that you are
concerned about the truth vs embellishment issue.
Maddog and I have discussed this at length, and
since Tripod doesn't let us use HTML to bold, or
underline, or change the color of text, identifing
the actual memory is a serious problem. About all
you can do is quotation marks and that could look
rather strange "I opened the door and saw them
hogtied on the bed", but, maybe not.
Perhaps the actual bits and pieces of memory that
form the basis of the story could be listed in an
introductory paragraph, followed by the story
itself.
Just a thought or two.
Best wishesHarmonizer45
Sat Jul 24 22:19:19 EDT 1999Harmonizer and Burke,
As a man once said "God writes bad screenplays." In other words, I, as a frequent reader of this site, wouldn't mind Burke using his imagination to fill in the missing parts of the site. As long as he doesn't go to far. I'm sure that he remembers enough to make for a good story, so using his creative writing skills to fill in the blanks would be acceptable to me, and in fact, make the story easier to understand and fun to read.Just my 2 cents
Jeff
Sat Jul 24 21:21:31 PDT 1999Here we go again!
Burke write your stories. None of use can remember completely. The main area where is use “imaginative Reconstruction” is dialog. I can remember what was said in a general manner but not the exact wording. Hell, how many of us can remember Exactly and precisely a conversation that happened yesterday let alone 18 years ago! So I try to give a reasonable facsimile of what was said. The only dialogues I can absolutely vouch for are jokes and one-line comments. Those you tend to remember. I guess it could be done without any dialogue with descriptions of what was said but that would be pretty drab. I am willing to bet that a great many memoirs and autobiographies are written using this method for dialogue...Maddog. It might be unsatisfactory but I am very busy at work and frankly I am too tired to write anything except short notes like this. And for the next couple of weeks my weekends are busy too. (Living History and the SCA are in full swing.) And to make it more fun I will be off line for a few days while my computer gets pretty much a complete rebuild. (Only the hard drives, modem and CD Rom will be carried over) I found out that when I force myself to write the results are generally poor. Do you want it fast or do you want it good? (An old film industry expression). You will just have to patient. I promise I won’t be as long as George Lucas was...
Doug: I am looking forward to Becca’s payback for your
dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Sat Jul 24 21:53:26 PDT 1999Ouch! Forgot the posting limit! I write in Word with a fancy program that counts words and characters and I forgot to use it.
Anyway the final sentance was:
Your Darth Vader Remark.dudalb
Sun Jul 25 01:14:57 1999Thanks to all for your comments and suggestions, and most of all, your encouragement. I have e-mailed Canuck three or four stories (to be checked for propriety and suitability), and for conformance to the requirements of the server. He can post the ones that meet the requirements at his convenience, and let me know through e-mail which ones don't, and why not.
Again, thank you.Burke
Burke
Sun Jul 25 06:32:03 Pacific Daylight Time 1999I have read all of your stories and I have thorougly enjoyed them all. Sadly I have not had too many bondage experiences in my life so I have nothing to post.
But I would really like to say how much I envy Dudalb, doug, and mason. You guys must have had one hell of a childhood. I can't even begin to tell you how jealous I am.
As far as the stories go, does anyone have any stories that they could share involving very embarassing situations. I really enjoy reading those the most.
Matt
Matt
Sun Jul 25 10:22:43 1999I just wanted to begin by saying that your site is
excellent. The story began about 3 months ago. I
had met a woman n the web who was very interested
in meeting me. So our corespondance ent on for
around 3 months. I had spilled the beans one
daythat as a kid I liked to tie up others. She
said she had never before but if the moment was
right she would let me. Well, the day had come
for us to meet. It was at the motel room and she
let me tie her to a chair just for the sake of
trying something new. I tied her hands behind the
back of the chair and tied her ankles together
with a length of rope and around her knees. I
asked if she was comfy and she said it was fine.
I then proceeded to gag her with a bandanna that
has a knot tied in the middle. She looked at me
with curious eyes as I was ready to gag her. She
said "wait, dont you need to stuff something in my
mouth first ?" Bless you I thought. I put another
bandanna in her mouththat was cut in half so it
wasnt too big. She struggled a bit and mmmphhffed
a lot and she actualy managed a smile as she
managed to slip out of the knots( i didnt tie her
too tight ) to scare her away. She said she had
enjoyed it and the next 2 tmes we met bondage has
played a large part in our fantasies. The end f
the story was quite ironic, but two days after our
first encounter, she came home from work one day
and found her 17 year old son had tied and gagged
a neighbor girl who always came over and bugged
him. He told her as he was untying her that she
was being a pain. His mom just slapped her head
and said to herself " o boy, not another one !"
Bbut, she didnt yellat him because she actually
enjoyed the idea from being tied up by meLee
Sun Jul 25 14:11:35 1999Dudalb,
I share Maddog's anguish at having to wait until
mid August to read about Steffi's mom. That's
almost a month in old fogey time.
But, your stories are always worth the wait.
Keep them coming.Harmonizer45
Sun Jul 25 22:14:23 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – Training – part 1 of 6
The next morning it was clouded and there was some rain forecasted for later in the day, but it was still warm, so I decided to go to the pool. My parents and sisters went out for a walk, leaving me on my own. My plan to take revenge on the twins wouldn’t happen that day, because the whole family had gone out, so I had to postpone that. When I arrived at the pool I was happy to see that Kim was also there, reading a book in one of the garden chairs. There were some other people, but in general it was quiet at the pool. I jumped in and did some swimming, but without anyone else in there I got bored quickly. Luckily Kim jumped in and also started doing some lanes. She had her hair done in a ponytail and was wearing a red two-piece swimsuit. For a 14-year-old boy a 21-year-old woman looks like a goddess and Kim’s athletic body made this even easier. After several laps we started talking and she wanted to know what had happened after she had left me in the toilet. I quickly told her how it had ended and then I told her about my plan for revenge on the twins. “I’m just not good at tying up people, like the twins are.” “Well, maybe I can help you.” She said. “I sail quit a bit and you learn your knots when you sail, so I might be able to give you some tips. “When?” “Well, what about right now?” “Great, my parents are out for a walk, we could use our cottage.” Kim didn’t seem to like that idea, she suggested we went up to her apartment. Her parents were out for the rest of the day and they wouldn’t be home until late that evening. I agreed. My parents could come home any time and this way we wouldn’t be interrupted. She instructed me to find the ropes and then meet her at her apartment in the holiday house.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 22:16:43 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – Training – part 2 of 6
It took me only a couple of minutes to find the ropes. They were still where we left them the last time we used them, at the toilet. I picked all of them up, ran to the front of the house, entered through the main door en walked up the stairs to Kim’s apartment. After only one knock she told me to come in, the door wasn’t locked. (Remember this is 1982!) While I had been searching for the rope, she had changed into the outfit I had seen her wear the day before, the blue shorts and white t-shirt. “Come on in.” We walked into the main room of the apartment and she took the ropes from me. We sat down at the table. “Okay, let me see what you already know.” With those words she handed me the piece of one meter and stuck her hands out to me, palm to palm. I wrapped the rope around them and was almost immediately stopped by Kim. “Hold on, not so tight.” Quickly I undid the rope. “Here let me show you.” She said while taking the rope and grabbing my hands. “This is how you do it.” She said. I felt the ropes being tied tightly on my wrists. I could tell the difference between this and the way I had been tied yesterday. “Now here’s how you should do it.” Again I was tied, this time the ropes even felt loose. “But this doesn’t feel tight. I can get out easy.” “Hold on, I’m not done.” And she explained the concept of cinching a rope. After she had cinched the rope around my wrists, the rope felt much better and I was sure I couldn’t get out. Kim released me and handed me the rope. “Your turn.” This time I did a better job and she complemented me on being a fast learner. “Okay, now release me and I show you some other things.” I undid the rope and she showed me, actually demonstrating it on me, that the same technique could be used on any part of the body, even when the ropes were tied around the upper-body and the arms.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 22:17:14 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – Training – part 3 of 6
“Okay, exam time. You can practice on me if you want.” I looked at her stunned. “You mean I can tie you up?” “Yep. I presume you will let me go again.” She said with a big smile on her face. I turned red in the face. Never would I have thought that I would get to tie a beautiful woman like her. “Okay, then turn around and hold your wrists palm to palm.” She did as she was told and stood in front of me. Nervously I tried to tie the rope around her wrists, but it took me three times before I did it right. After cinching the rope and following her lead to tie the knot out of reach of her fingers, I started on tying a rope around her waist when she stopped me. “You should also tie my elbows, I might get out otherwise.” Not letting me tell me something twice, I took the 5-meter rope and started wrapping it around her elbows. I didn’t dare to pull it tight, I was too afraid to hurt her, but she decided otherwise. “Come on, you can pull it tighter than that. I’m pretty flexible. See if you can pull them together.” Again I looked at her with surprise, but then started pulling on the rope. Slowly her elbows came closer and closer. And she was right; she was flexible, because I managed to get her elbows together. Cinching it turned out to be a bit more difficult, but I managed. However there was still some rope left of the 5 meters and Kim suggested I tie it around her torso and again to the ropes around her elbows. I did and I must say as far as I remember this was the first time I came close to a real mature woman’s breast. Careful not to touch her I tied the rope around her, it went around twice, before tying it of at the elbows. “Now you can tie the rope around my waste.” She told me. Taking the other 5-meter piece of rope, I wrapped it around her waist and arms, cinching it carefully. “You sure are a quick learner.” Kim grinned.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 22:17:52 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – Training – part 4 of 6
I helped her sit down and used the 10-meter rope to tie her legs at ankles and knees. With this kind of length I had plenty of rope to cinch the rope often and her legs were soon well bound from her ankles to just above her knees. Now I sat back on my chair and looked at my prisoner. “Do you want me to untie you now?” I said, dreading her answer. “No, you’re not done yet. You were gagged, so you should learn how to do that to. I’ve got some ideas.” She explained me where to find some stuff in the apartment and soon after I was ready to gag a woman for the first time. She opened her mouth and I stuffed the clean rolled-up sock in. I noticed she needed a moment to adjust it in her mouth and then she signaled to continue. From the First-Aid kit I had gotten an Ace bandage and started to wrap it around her head. The first few turns went between her teeth holding in the packing tightly in her mouth, but then they went over her mouth, covering her mouth completely. I think I managed 12 turns around her head, before using a safety pin to fix the end. Again I sat down and looked at my prisoner. She tried to say something, but it wasn’t loud, not understandable. All she could do was make little sounds. Then something unexpected happened, my parents had come home and I heard my name being yelled by my sisters. I went into the hallway, looked outside through one of the windows and saw them looking for me at the pool. I opened the window and told them I would be there in a couple of minutes. They told me to come down right now, because lunch was ready and mother didn’t want to wait. “Okay, I’m on my way.” I closed the window and ran back into the apartment to Kim. She had heard the conversation and tried to say something.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 22:18:29 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – Training – part 5 of 6
Quickly I undid the gag. “Go on, go home. I’ll stay here till you come back. Just see it as a revenge for yesterday.” “Okay, but not without doing this….” With those words I stuffed the sock back into her mouth, she didn’t protest, just laughed, and I tied the bandage around her head again. “Are you alright?” I asked. Kim gave me a wink and I left the room to go and have my lunch. I was jumpy all through the meal and my mother kept asking what was going on. I could hardly tell her the truth, could I, so I faked some story and she seemed to accept it. After lunch I wanted to run out, but to my disappointment I was ordered to do the dishes and then I could help my dad get the groceries from the store. I muttered something, but gave in and tried to hurry as much as possible, but it still took just over 2,5 hours from the time I left Kim to the moment I returned to the apartment. I knocked, but there was no reply, so I opened the door and found Kim sitting on the floor of the apartment. She had managed to get one of the knots on the rope around her legs undone, but that didn’t help her much, since I used more then one, as Kim herself had advised me. She was still tightly gagged and looked happy to see me. I sat down besides her, but made no intention of ungagging her and she started to make pleading sounds in her gag. “Now this is my revenge for yesterday. I’ll think I just keep you here until after dinner, since your parents won’t be home anyway until late.” Her sounds got louder and she shook her head. “Just kidding!” I smiled, got behind her and started to untie the gag when there was a knock at the door. “Expecting anybody?” I asked her. She shook her head, most of the gag was still in place, and so I walked to the hallway, closed the door to the main room and opened the outside door.
To be continued…
Sun Jul 25 22:19:01 UTC+0200 1999Germany 1982 – Training – part 6 of 6
It turned out to be the owner who came by to drop of some information Kim’s parents had requested. We talked for a moment; I took the information and closed the door after he left. Then I returned to my prisoner and undid the gag. “Thank you, could you get me some water?” I got a glass, filled it, and gave her a couple of sips. Then I started untying her, starting with her elbows. It took 15 minutes to remove all the ropes and I knew that Kim wouldn’t go swimming today, since the ropemarks were all over her body. “This wasn’t the first time I was tied up, I also played children’s games when I was smaller, but it was sure the first time I was tied up while being alone. I was glad when you came back, because I wouldn’t have gotten out on my own.” We talked for a while, and then she went into the bedroom, changed into something that covered her body and the ropemarks a bit more, while I waited in the main room. It was a good thing it had begun to rain, so nobody would think it was funny to walk in a long sleeved blouse and jeans while it was very warm outside. “So you think your revenge on the twins will succeed?” “Yep, thanks to your help I at least know how to tie somebody so they won’t escape. Thanks again.” “Okay, now you better be off, before you are being missed again.” After thanking her again and collecting the ropes I went downstairs. I hid the ropes in the garage and went home. I remember distinctively that night dreaming of Kim in bondage (although I didn’t even know the word back then).
More adventures to follow soon…
Mon Jul 26 08:46:48 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Wow!
Fantastic story, FH. I think she must have LIKED being tied up.... No way she wuz helping ya just from the goodness of her heart!! (lol)
mason
Mon Jul 26 00:30:38 1999Once again I am impressed by the quantity and quality of the recent postings. As I have no stories of my own to tell, I will leave it to the more lucky ones. Please keep up the good work. It is much appreciated.
Cord
Mon Jul 26 09:39:52 UTC+0100 1999Just wait and see what happened during the rest of the holiday, mason. I'm already working on the next day. I just wish it wasn't that long ago. ;-) At least I would then remember all the details a bit better.
Mon Jul 26 14:43:47 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Revenge or not? – part 1 of 5
I was eating my breakfast on the porch of the cottage the next morning, when Marcus came to see if I was home. He told me we were allowed to visit the farm, which was owned by the owner of the cottages, and that he and Sabine would be going over there in a few minutes. I asked him where Helga was, but she was out with his mum doing some shopping and they would be back later. I asked my mother for permission, which I got straight away and we headed of to the farm. Sabine joined us at the entrance of the farm. All three of us were wearing shorts, sneakers and T-shirts, although Sabine was wearing a sleeveless one. The main buildings of the farm were located at the road. The farm house and three large storage buildings were situated around a square space. Here some small animals, like chicken, were running around, so we made sure we closed the gate behind us. The farmers wife greeted us as we walked onto the square. She told us we could have a look ourselves around the farm, but we were not allowed inside the house. Nor were we allowed to go in the grain storage area, because it was to dangerous. She also told us we were welcome to go down to the other buildings at the other end of the field which were used as equipment storage space. We had a great time going around the sometimes dark spaces in all the buildings. In one of the buildings we found some pigs and we spend some time helping the farmers wife feeding them. Then we decided to go to the other buildings. As we ran down we noticed there were four buildings at the end of the field surrounded by some trees. Two of the buildings, a small storage building and a large open front shed were clearly no longer in use. The other two buildings were used to park the farmers equipment in. We went through all of them and ended up in the small building.
To be continued…
Mon Jul 26 14:44:37 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Revenge or not? – part 2 of 5
It was about 10 meters wide, three meters deep and 2.5 meters high with a tilted roof from front to back. The door was in the middle of the front with on each side a windows. The windows were build up of stones shaped glass, so light went in, but seeing something through them was much harder. Inside we discovered some old garden furniture, some tools and an old bed frame. There was also a lot of the plastic rope Frank had used on the first day when he tied Sabine and Helga. A plan was forming in my head and while Sabine was rummaging through the stuff on the floor I whispered to Marcus what my intentions were. Before Sabine knew what happened Marcus and I grabbed her and pulled her to the floor. She didn’t struggle too much, the two of us together were stronger than she was, and it wasn’t too hard to pull her arms behind her, cross her wrists and tie them with a piece of the plastic rope. Her wrists were crossed so I wrapped several loops around them one way and then the other way. “If you behave we will not gag you.” I threatened her. Sabine just nodded. I helped her up and escorted her to the bed frame. “What are you going to do?” She asked. “Since you left me in the garage, I will leave you here on the bed frame. You’ll stay here until your sister shows up.” I helped her sit down on the site of the bed frame and Marcus started to tie Sabine’s legs together at ankles and knees. I checked his handiwork, being confident after my ‘practice session’ from yesterday and found that he had done a good job. I helped Sabine face down on the bed frame and picked up some more of the plastic rope. There was enough of the stuff available, so I started at Sabine’s feet to fix her down to the frame. It took me 20 minutes to complete the job and when I finally stopped Sabine was wrapped up with the rope and fixed to the frame from her ankles to just below
Mon Jul 26 14:45:10 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Revenge or not? – part 3 of 5
She couldn’t move an inch. During the process she never said a word, she just looked daggers at me. I knew that if she got a hold of me, I would be in for something special. “Does my prisoner has any last requests before she is gagged?” Sabine immediately started complaining. “You said you wouldn’t gag me. This is not fair.” “I never said I wouldn’t gag you once you were tied to the frame.” I replied. I had found a piece of rag on the floor that was still reasonable clean and tied it as a cleave gag around her head. It actually was long enough to go around her head twice, before I knotted it at the back of her neck. Sabine made some angry sounds and fought her bonds, but as I stated in the first episode of this series, it was hard to tie a knot with this plastic stuff, but even harder to get them out. Marcus looked at his helpless sister and couldn’t resist to tickle her for a short moment. “Now what?” He asked me. I wasn't sure. I also wanted her sister to be my prisoner, even more then Sabine, because Helga was the one who played the tricks on me. “Let’s go to the cottage and see if Helga is back already. Don’t go away.” I said to Sabine, before walking out of the shed. Marcus and I ran back to the cottage and found his mother preparing lunch. “Helga is probably at the pool” She told us. After we ate a sandwich we went to search for her at the pool. Helga was nowhere to be seen, but I saw Kim on one of the garden chairs. I glanced at her and noticed that the ropemarks had all disappeared. She greeted me with a short hello. I asked her if she had seen Helga. “She ran down to the end of the field a while ago.” Kim pointed in the direction of the 4 buildings were we had left Sabine. As quick as we could we ran down to the building and slammed the door open.
To be continued…
Mon Jul 26 14:45:42 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Revenge or not? – part 4 of 5
Neither Sabine nor Helga were there. On and around the bed frame were broken pieces of the plastic rope used to hold Sabine on the frame, but the twins were nowhere to be seen. I told Marcus to go back to the garages and pick up the rope that I had dumped there the previous day, while I searched for the twins. He ran off, while I started to look in the other buildings. Suddenly I was attacked by the twins and pushed to the floor. I resisted, but it was useless. A knee ended up in my stomach, and Sabine apologized for it, and I decided I could better give up my resistance, otherwise people might have been hurt. I stopped and let them tie my hands with a rope. So much for my revenge on the twins, now I was their prisoner again. They actually had the ropes I had send Marcus out for to get. Quickly my hands were tied in front and cinched with one of the 5 meter pieces. I wondered what they intended to do with the remaining length of the rope, but that became clear very quickly. I was ordered to get up and pulled towards the trees behind the buildings. Here the twins ran the rope over a tree trunk about 2,5 meters high and started pulling on the rope. Only after I was standing tip-toe, hands high above my head, they stopped. The rope was tied to another part of the tree I couldn’t reach and so I was helplessly standing there. With the other 5 meter piece my feet were tied at my ankles and knees. Sabine came walking up to me with the rag I had used on her as a gag. “This is for using this thing on me.” She said, while gagging me tightly with it. “Enjoy it.” Helga said. “We won’t be back until just before the barbecue tonight, so you have….” She looked at her watch. “three hours to go.” Then they left me and I saw them disappear behind the buildings. The same buildings that blocked my view so I couldn’t see the pool area at the other side of the field a
Mon Jul 26 14:46:17 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Revenge or not? – part 5 of 5
I was alone and helpless again. Luckily the rope stretched a bit, so after a while I was able to stand on my feet again, instead of just on my toes. The gag already felt moist, probably from Sabine, and it made my mouth itch. They didn’t really keep me there for three hours. It was about an hour later when the twins showed up again and released me. I told them my revenge would be even tougher on them. They just smiled. During the walk back to the pool we decided to set some ground rules for our games, before things would get out of hand, so we decided that once you were taken prisoner you wouldn’t resist, I could still feel the knee in my stomach, and that safety was important. We also decided that the maximum time somebody was tied would be an hour, but during the next days that rule would be broken almost every time.
Still more to come…. (soon again, I hope)
Mon Jul 26 14:47:06 UTC+0100 1999Oeps, miscalculated there (part 2).
Here are the missing words:"her neck."
Mon Jul 26 14:50:05 UTC+0100 1999Oeps again. (part 4)
Missing words:
"and they couldn’t see me."
Mon Jul 26 21:42:24 1999I have received an e-mail from Canuck, and he has OK'd my stories. He even encouraged me to add in the "cast of characters" that formed the core of those who played, and how they fit into the "scheme of things."
So first, let me introduce the 14-member core group:1. Burke, 12 years old: Me
2. Billy, 12, my identical twin brother
3. Ray, 10, our younger brother
4. Cathy, 11, our younger sister
5. David, 13, our cousin
6. Nancy, 12, Cathy's best friend
7. Chuck, 14, our next door neighbor
8. and 9. Jeff and Mark, 10, Chuck's little brothers, also identical twins.
10. Terry, 13, the son of our scoutmaster
11. Steve, 13, Terry's best friend
12. Greg, 15, Steve's brother
13. Bill, 14, Greg's best friend
14. Chris, 10, Bill's little brotherNow, a little about us: First, the two girls wore dresses only to school, church, and special events. They hated dresses, and couldn't wait to get home from school, and trade their dresses for jeans or corduroys. They were both 100% pure tomboy, and were not in the least bit ashamed of it, even though they constantly caught crap from the other girls at school, and in the neighborhood.
The boys were, well ..... boys, always running around, getting into things, and looking for a new adventure. And the more exciting and challenging, the better.
The time frame, was 1954-1962, centering on 1957-58. Times were different then.
Anyway, that's a short introduction. Next up, Billy's and my introduction to the world of tie-up games.
One more thing: I am terribly long winded, and have a lot of preliminary information. Personally, I feel it enhances the story, and builds anticipation for the reader, but I understand there are some that want to "cut through the crap, and get on with it." Sorry, not in my stories.
I am also a professional writer by trade, and sometimes my remembrances get carried off on the wings of imaginBurke
Mon Jul 26 22:36:34 1999Sorry for the cut off. The last sentences should read: "I am a professional writer by trade, and sometimes my remembrances get carried away on the wings of imagination, and I see things the way I wanted them to be, rather than the way they actually were. For this, I apologize.
Burke
Mon Jul 26 23:05:26 1999POTENTIALLY BADS NEWS
Rob's site has partially disappeared. Below is
what he says about the situation on Brians site:Monday July 26th 1999 05:06:58
Hi guys,Sorry for not having posted this here as yet, I am
indeed alive and well and they are treating me
well. Oh sorry, wrong messageboard.... OK, I am on
holiday in Austria doing some crazy stuff, and so
am really busy. I will return soon and sort this
mess out. It looks like Tripod found out about my
use of their server for our bondage perposes and
deleted me!
So basically, I will be back soon, and I hope you
can do without my page for a week ot two longer! I
am sure you can! Peace!
Robrob_macleod@the-underground.net
http://www.the-underground.net/URL will get you to Brians page, I hope
Harmonizer45
http://books.dreambook.com/brian_r/discussion.html
Mon Jul 26 23:43:58 1999"Hog Tie the Rustler" - an introduction
Our younger brother, Ray, had been a Cub Scout for two years, but we did not join Boy Scouts until after our 12th birthdays. He was in a den for 10 year olds that would soon graduate to Boy Scouts.
It was scout night, and the older Cubs had been invited to the meeting. The meeting had 20-30 minutes set aside for a game, usually "steal the bacon," a game where a flag is placed between two lines of boys, and each team has its members numbered from 1 to whatever. A number is called, and two boys race to the center, and try to snatch the flag, and get it back to their side, without being tagged.
That night, Terry, our scoutmaster's son, came in, and told Kevin, our Senior Patrol Leader, that he found a new game in one of his dad's scout program magazines. It was called "Hog Tie the Rustler." Each patrol (5-8 boys) would select one boy to be the "rustler," and send him to another patrol. Then, each patrol would then tie up their "rustler" with two pieces of rope, one six feet long, and the other, 12. The first one free won a point for his patrol.Burke
Tue Jul 27 00:07:42 1999"Hog Tie the Rustler" - an introduction, Part 2.
Kevin agreed that we could play the game, but added that since the Cubs were our guests, they would be the ones to do the tying up.
The Cubs were split among the five patrols, and the rope was passed out. Chuck, our next door neighbor, was selected (or volunteered) to be the "rustler," and was sent to the patrol that was hosting his younger twin brothers. They made him lay face down on the floor, and used the shorter rope to tie his hands, and the longer one to bind his ankles. After tying his ankles, there was enough of a tail to tie his wrists and ankles together, in a hogtie. (Well, the game WAS "Hog Tie the Rustler)
Then Mark did something totally unexpected. He pulled Chuck's red and yellow neckerchief from around his neck, and tied it over Chuck's mouth.
It was not lost on the other four patrols, who soon had their "rustlers" similarly tied and gagged.Burke
Tue Jul 27 01:07:55 1999"Hog Tie the Rustler" - an introduction, Part 3
The "rustlers" easily dislodged their gags, but Chuck and a couple of the others, got off a couple of "Mmmpfff's" before doing so. Meanwhile, Kevin revised the scoring system, so that the boy who got loose first earned 10 points; second, 8, third, six, fourth, four, and last, 2. That was so everybody would have some points.
Billy took a turn as a "rustler," then Donnie, another boy in our patrol. But by then, the time was up, and we moved on to the next phase of the meeting.
After getting home, I lamented the fact that I had not been chosen as a "rustler." "That's OK. You can be my 'rustler.'" said Ray. We found some rope in the garage, and brought it back to our room, where I was tied up pretty good by Ray. As I was laying on the floor, the door opened. It was Cathy! "What are you doing?" she asked. Billy explained that it was a game we had learned at Boy Scouts. The next words out of her mouth totally stunned us. "I want to play, too!"
From the hall, we heard "Twenty minutes before bedtime, kids. Get ready." It was Mom.
Tomorrow night, Cathy." said Billy. "OK!" she said, and closed the door.
It took about three minutes for me to get free, and we heeded Mom's instructions, and stripped off our scout uniforms, and put on our pajamas. "I think I'm going to like being in scouts." I thought to myself.
I looked over at Billy. "You awake?" I asked. "Yeah!" came the reply. For the next hour, we talked about the game, and how it felt to be tied up. The concensus was that it was great to win, and it sucked to lose - that it was great if you got free first or second, but sucked if you were the last one out, or had to be untied. And, it was great if the "rustler" you tied stayed tied, but it sucked if the "rustler" got out first or second, or even third.Burke
Tue Jul 27 01:47:26 1999"Hog Tie the Rustler" An introduction, Part 4
Billy and I drifted off to sleep, but I remember thinking that I wanted to play again.
The next night, as we had promised, we taught the game to Cathy, and were surprised that she was just as enthusiastic about it as we were. (Well, she was a tomboy, and loved playing boys' games. I guess growing up with three brothers, a girl can get that way, especially when she has to compete with them for just about everything.)
Anyway, that was our introduction to tie-up games. As time went on, we got better at tying our friends and each other. We also made many new friends, thanks in part, to Cathy, and her best friend, Nancy. But those are stories for another time.
It was March. In nine weeks, school would be out. We couldn't wait!Burke
Tue Jul 27 00:39:06 PDT 19991
I have been reading this site for a few months now, and have decided to post a story now. I got into bondage when I was a kid, playing with my cousins and such. This happened a while back, when I was first discovering how much I could do with self-bondage. To start, the items that I had at my disposal at the time were a pair of handcuffs (ones that once had the little release, but I had sawed that off a long time before this), a choke chain (like one for a dog), and different locks of different sizes and types (combo and key). My bed is about 9 feet from the top to the bottom of it, and it has vertical bars on it that are closed at top and bottom (so they are great for being tied or chained to). On this evening, I started out by using the choke chain to secure my feet at the bottom of the bed. I used a lock that required a key to get free on them. Then I stretched out, and began to set-up my handcuffs for my hands. I now had 2 locks, and my handcuffs left to bind myself with when I started to set it up. One of the locks was a combo lock, and the other one was slightly smaller and needed a key. The smaller lock could not fit onto the bars of my bed, so I used the combo lock, and just attacked it to a bar.LowJionts
LowJionts@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 27 00:41:19 PDT 1999Next, I took the handcuffs, and used the little lock to fasten them to the bed. To clear up any confusion, there is no key for the handcuffs, I just have to work to get the button to push in (because I had sawed it off). The next thing that I did was turn off the light so that I could not see to undo the combo lock. Then I fastened the handcuffs onto my wrists, and got stuck. I had just cut my fingernails, and so it was hard to try to work the button on the cuffs. It also did not help that I was stretched out on my bed. I had to stretch hard to make the whole thing work. It took me a long time to finally work my selffree. The button was very hard to work, but I finally was able to work my feet out of the chains that held them, and turn the light on. Then it did not take too much longer to get free, now that I had more room (since I was no longer stretched out) and could see what I was doing. I went strait to sleep once I was free. I had school in the morning, and it was already around 2:30 or so. I will try to post more some other time. Later people.
LowJionts
Lowjionts@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 27 01:11:16 PDT 19991
Well, I am just sitting here, and thought that I would share another experience with you all. This happened quite a while before what happened in my previous post. My cousins were over for the weekend, as they had done so for an occasion. I played many of my choldhood tie-up games with them or my sisters. The main one that I played them with we'll call Mir, and the other one we'll call Dave.
On this particular occasion, I was probably 13, and so was my cousin Mir. She is 1 and a 1/2 months older than I. On this occasion, we were in my sisters bedroom. They had nice enough beds, and the main thing was that the beds had bars at the top and bottom, like my own. We had been playing these games for years already, and just loved them. Mir and Dave weren't really my cousins, they were just the kids of one of my mom's best friends. It was because of this that I got such a crush on Mir. She was just older then I was, and would do just about anything that I would. We were friends all throughout our young lives. On with the story now. On this occasion we had a very long piece of rope, several ace bandages, and the pair of handcuffs that I referred to in my last post on July 27, first thing in the morning. We started, and Mir and i tied up Dave. We had found out that the best way to make sure that your captive could not escape was to hogtie them. So this is what we did to Dave. We left him there to struggle for about 10 or 15 minutes. Then we let him go. He decided then that he would go downstairs (my sister's room was on the second floor).LowJionts
Lowjionts@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 27 01:13:27 PDT 19992
So then Mir got to tie me up. She decided to hogtie me. She was very good at it, and it was almost always impossible for me to escape. She had a very specific method that I could never really figure out. So she got done, and left me there for a minute. She stood bakc and looked at me. All of this time, I was looking at her legs. They were very strong, and I though that they were just great. She was wearing a tank top, and tight gray shorts, so I thought that she looked ravishing. Then she got about to untying me. Then it was my turn, and I decided to tie her to the bed. I did know this at the time, but how I had tied her is called spread eagle. I took one of the ace bandages that i had at my disposal, and used it to tie her right arm to one of the bars on the bed. I did this, and placed the knot far away from her hand, so that she could not untie it. Then I took the handcuffs, and used them on her left hand. I used the same method as before. I put one cuff onto her wrist, and then put the other to a bar. There was another bar in between her wrist, and the bar that she was cuffed to, so she could not touch the second cuff. Then I took 2 ace bandages and tied her feet apart to the other corners of the bed. Then I took the rope, and used it as a gag. I used that because it would not be pushed out of her mouth very easily. Then I went downstairs for a minute. After that I came up and untied her. That is not all that happened that day, but that is all that I will share for now. Later people.LowJionts
lowjionts@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 27 17:27:04 UTC+0300 1999
Tue Jul 27 17:27:28 UTC+0300 1999It is a good site
Vader
vader@hol.gr
This is my first posting... and I have resisted the urge to do so for a long time. I thoroughly enjoy the accounts put up, particularly the ones where moms get tied.Wanna share my own bondage experience. I was a student from Malaysia studying in Singapore then. When I entered college, I had this girl whose name was Cecilia. My first bondage exp was with her.
I rememebered that we were in a clubroom in college late one evening trying to study... when I realised that she kept walking around. I then ghinted that she had better stay still or I'll tie her legs together. To my delight, she challenged me to.
I made use of a skipping rope in the room and tied it around her ankles (with white socks still on) She had her ankles tied the whole evening which lasted abt two hours. Needless to say, I spent my evening not studying as I had wanted to.
Handcuffs
handcuffss@hotmail.com
Tue Jul 27 10:50:52 Central Daylight Time 1999Hi everyone, I have been a lurker on this page for some time. My interest in bondage and feet (female) are very strong fetishes I have.My wife who thinks it is perverted, keeps me on the computer for my enjoyment. I have no interest in any type of S&M... role playing and love bondage really turn me on. I had this desire since I seen movies and mags of woman in bondage. My first bondage encounter was with my wife at a drive in movie when we were dating. It was in the 60's and she had on a shirt pedal pushers bobby socks and penny loafers. I had a van back then and we were sitting in the back necking and the movie was boring as hell. We started a little wrestling match, and her loafers came off. I went down and grabbed her feet and started to tickle her. Her feet were a little damp from the loafers and had a faint leather smell to them. I told her if she did not stop resisting me, I was going to tie her up. She looked me right in the eye and said, just try it. You asked for it I said. I pulled off my belt and forced her on her stomach and tied her hands behind her back. sitting on her legs I pulled off her bobby soxs and used both pair to tie her feet. I had her legs bent up and could see her toes curl when I tied her ankles. I started to tickle her feet and she was yelling so much I had to stop and hand gag her. I let go of her mouth and started kissing, after about ten minutes I untied her. she than made me put her socks back on all out of shape from being used as rope. We did get married and still are, and had a few more bondage games.... but they are far and few.
A very true story, stanstan
Tue Jul 27 17:47:41 EDT 1999Welcome back, all. After an extended vacation, I have returned. I'm sure you're all less than thrilled.
Greetings, Ronin. I like samurai....they kick ass.
Now, for a quickie before I go. I meant a quick STORY (get your minds outta the gutter!).POWER RANGERS (MAYBE) pt.1 of 1
Outside my apartment building, numerous kids play outside it and make noise, because they are too stupid to go to the city park 6 blocks down. Anyhoo, there were 3 boys and 2 girls.
One of the girls, a blonde, who was about 9, was sitting on the floor, her hands bound behind her; her ankles tied, and gagged with a strip of white tape, muffling like crazy.
However, I didn't stick around long; I had other things to do.
Maybe those kids weren't so stupid after all...
THE ENDLike it or not, I have returned, and will visit 'bout once a week, like "Touched by an Angel"....should be "Touched in the Head"...hate that damn show..
I shall return....eventually. 'Ciao.Zorro
Tue Jul 27 18:01:03 EDT 1999Tue Jul 27 17:47:41 EDT 1999
Welcome back, all. After an extended vacation, I have returned. I'm sure you're all less than thrilled.
Greetings, Ronin. I like samurai....they kick ass.
Now, for a quickie before I go. I meant a quick STORY (get your minds outta the gutter!).POWER RANGERS (MAYBE) pt.1 of 1
Outside my apartment building, numerous kids play outside it and make noise, because they are too stupid to go to the city park 6 blocks down. Anyhoo, there were 3 boys and 2 girls.
One of the girls, a blonde, who was about 9, was sitting on the floor, her hands bound behind her; her ankles tied, and gagged with a strip of white tape, muffling like crazy.
However, I didn't stick around long; I had other things to do.
Maybe those kids weren't so stupid after all...
THE ENDLike it or not, I have returned, and will visit 'bout once a week, like "Touched by an Angel"....should be "Touched in the Head"...hate that damn show..
I shall return....eventually. 'Ciao.Zorro
Tue Jul 27 18:18:07 EDT 1999Zorro, your stories are quite comical, when I can comprehend them, but I would like you to refrain from speaking your opinion on what kind of things you hate, unless it has relevance (I think that's the word) to this board. After all, we wouldn't want anybody getting offended and start flaming you, would we?
Jeff
Wed Jul 28 09:09:23 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Good point Jeff,
Thats how these flame wars start by expressing our various opinions regarding non bondage topics such as wrestling, movies, politics, religion etc etc.
Lets keep the discussion on topic i.e bondage stories and related discussion.
mason
Wed Jul 28 02:09:41 1999Sister Act, Part 1
Cathy was a wonderful sister - Sneaky, devious, treacherous, nosy, and all the other things that make little sisters the bane of their brothers' existences. On top of that, she and her friend, Nancy, were the biggest tomboys in school. Everything boys did, they wanted to do, including play football. She and Nancy did get in a few games during school, until the teacher said it was "inappropriate" because of all the "touching and grabbing" that went on, even in flag or touch games. What did they do? They played tackle football with us after school and on weekends, when there was a lot more "touching and grabbing." (None of us ever grabbed them in the wrong place, though. They'd have knocked anyone who did, into next week. They were tough!)
Taking our cue from the "Hog Tie the Rustler" game we learned in scouts, Billy, Ray, and I, and sometimes Cathy, played our own version. We made up some rules to suit our needs, and played against each other and the clock. The quicker you got loose, the more points you got.
Billy and I got home late one afternoon, expecting the same routine, but it had been shattered when we learned our aunt and uncle had been involved in a traffic accident. It wasn't serious, but it did require them to spend a week in the hospital. The end result, was that our parents spent most of their free time at the hospital, and we got a house guest - our 14 year old cousin, David.
The first night of his visit, Billy happened to mention the game, and how it was played at scouts, and how we played it at home. "Neat! Let's play!" he said, glad for the distraction.
David got to be the first "rustler," and Cathy, excited about playing with "new blood," said "Let me tie him up!" We nodded. The game was on!Burke
Wed Jul 28 02:56:48 1999Sister Act, Part 2
We went upstairs to Billy's and my room, and Cathy had David lay face down on my bed, with his hands behind him. She pulled a length of rope from a bag, crossed his wrists, and tied them together. Then, she tied his ankles with another rope, and tightened it by tying another piece between his ankles, and leaving a nice long tail.
Next, she found a long piece, and wrapped up his arms. "Hey, I thought you were only supposed to use two pieces of rope!" said David. "Sorry, but we changed the rules." I said, and turned, so David could not see the big grin on my face. (Billy, Ray, and I had been her captives before, and knew she was good at tying knots.) All of a sudden, David realized that there was a lot more to this 11 year old girl than he had thought.
Cathy tied two more pieces, one above, and one below David's knees. Then, using the tail from the ankle tie, she tied his ankles up to his wrists.
David started to struggle, and with an air of bravado, he said "I'llbe out of this in five minutes!" Cathy looked at him, and said "One more thing. In this house, tied up prisoners don't talk!" With that, se retrieved one of our scout neckerchiefs, and tied it tightly over his mouth, making sure it got between his teeth. "The time limit is ten minutes!" she said, and set the timer. "GO!!"
David probably could have pushed the gag away, but chose to obey the "hose rule," as the tone of Cathy's voice indicated there was a severe penalty for breaking it. (there was) He struggled for the full ten minutes, and was unable to budge. Cathy pulled off his gag, and untied him. Naturally, he was a little frustrated at having been tied up by an 11 year old girl, and was unable to get loose. Then again, he had other things on his mind.Burke
Wed Jul 28 03:26:01 1999Sister Act, Part 3
When David was freed, a sudden look of panic came over his face, as he suddenly realized the hold we now had over him. "If you guys tell ANYONE about this, you'll all be wearing your asses for hats! he growled. Billy, Ray, Cathy, and I all agreed to keep silent. "But you owe us!" I said. "Big time!" David nodded. "What do you want?" he asked. "We'll think about it, and let you know." replied Billy.
The game continued, with Ray tying Billy, and David tying me. I got loose in four minutes, earning six points, while Billy took a minute longer, and got five. "NO FAIR!!" shouted David. "To be fair, we should all have to be tied up by Cathy!" He had a point, and so the game was revised. Four would be tied by one. The captor would get ten points for each captive held to the limit, and captives would get one point for each full minute remaining on the clock when they got loose. Points earned by captives would be deducted from the captor's score.
Each of us stood around, waiting for Cathy to get us tied. I was tied first, then Billy, then Ray, and finally, David. There was plenty of rope to tie each of us around the wrists, andkles, arms, and legs, and to hogtie us. There were also enough neckerchiefs and bandanas to "keep us quiet."
Cathy was good, but Billy and I had been tied by her before, and were able to work ourselves free with two minutes remaining, giving us each two points, and Cathy a minus 4. For a second time, David was held to the limit. Ray also failed to escape. For Ray and David, Cathy got 20 points, and ended the first round with 16. Billy and I had two points each, and Ray and David had zero.Burke
Wed Jul 28 20:23:35 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Burke, I love the description of your tying up contests. I used to have those kind of tying up competitions with Nicole (Nicky) and later on, one of my best mates whom we shall call Richard. They were always extremely competitive. particularly between Richard and myself. Although we didnt use points like you did, there were set time limits, usually half an hour to a full hour.
Richard was a very big James Bond fan like I was, so the penalty for failing to get free would be to have Blofeld's cat shedding over you or to be blown up by a BIG bomb.... Not to mention the teasing when one or the other escaped... He was one devilishly imaginative person and even more a stickler for the rules than Nicky ever was. One of them was, "You must tie the other in a different way from the last," which certainly made for some interesting positions and contortions. Naturally, there was no limits on the amount of rope used to restrain the other.
I remember the way we used to spend hours tying each other up when we went on our fishing trips. There wasn't much else to do during the evenings. The country town we stayed at, was not exactly renowned for its nightlife. Great fishing, yes. Nightlife, no. Therefore, our tying up competitions represented a great way to pass the time.
mason
Thu Jul 29 02:14:17 1999Sister Act, Part 4
Now, it was David's turn. He tied Billy, Ray, Cathy, and me in the same kind of hogtie, but he was inexperienced, and not nearly as good as Cathy. Billy and I both escaped in less than two minutes, getting eight points each. Ray took four, and got six points, while David had saved his best for Cathy, who took longer than the rest of us, but still got out in five, and picked up five points. David came out of the round with -27. So much for the theory that older meant smarter and better.
Ray took the next turn, and seemed to take great delight in tying Cathy, and used a little more rope on her, than the rest of us. David recovered from his earlier setbacks, and got free in three minutes, bringing his total score to -20.
Despite the extra rope, Cathy was next to free herself in a bit under four minutes, adding another six points to her lead. Billy took seven minutes, and Ray held me for the limit. After three rounds, Cathy led with 27, Billy followed, with 13, then came me with 10, Ray, with 0, and David, with -20. Billy was up next.
Billy took over, and knew he had to do a good job on each of us, in order catch up to Cathy. Billy tied the four of us around our wrists, ankles, arms, and legs, then gagged us and set the timer. The struggle was on for round four.
This time, David was starting to get the hang of it, and was the first to escape, with five minutes left. Ray took the goose egg, while Cathy struggled for better than eight minutes before working herself free. Me? I got out with just over two minutes remaining. (34) With four rounds done, Cathy still led with 28. I had 12; Billy had dropped to 5, Ray still had 0, and David trailed, with -15.Burke
Thu Jul 29 03:06:16 1999Sister Act, Part 5
Now, it was my turn. In order to win, I had to hold at least two of the others for the limit, one of which had to be Cathy. I started with Ray, and had just finished getting him tied and gagged, when a loud voice pierced the night. "It's awful quiet up there. Are you kids all right?" It was Mom, home from the hospital. "We're fine, Mom!" Cathy yelled back. "Yeah, Mom. We're OK!" I chimed in.
"Bed time in half an hour!" she shouted back. "OK, Mom. No problem!" answered Billy. Ray was having a little problem answering, with a big thick neckerchief tied over his mouth and between his teeth.
I went to work on David, figuring that if Cathy could take him to the limit, I wasn't worried about Ray, but I was concerned about Billy and Cathy. If I was to have any chance, they both had to be kept tied for the full 10 minutes.
Success and failure! I concentrated too much on Cathy and Billy, and did, indeed, hold them to the 10 minute limit. Unfortunately, I was sloppy and careless with David and Ray. David got loose in six minutes, costing me four valuable points, and Ray got loose in nine, costing me another point. My total was 15 for the round, for a total of 27 - one lousy, stinking point short of Cathy, who ended with 28. My eyebrows lowered. "Next time!" I said.
Cathy headed out the door to get ready for bed. "Next time, big brother." she purred. "What the hell!" I thought to myself. "It's only the second time she's ever won." The game ended with Cathy at 28, me with 27, Billy with 5, Ray, with 1, and David, with -11.
As Ray and David were leaving for Ray's room, Cathy stuck her head back in. "I've got a new game!" she said. "It's called 'Tie up the Twins.'" I gave her a dirty look, and said "I've got one, too. 'Damsel in Distress.'" (But those are other stories.)Burke
Thu Jul 29 03:47:44 1999Sister Act, Epilogue
That night, David (who was given the extra bed in Ray's room), confided that he thought the evening had been a lot of fun, and thanked Ray for telling him about the game, and taking his mind off his parents in the hospital. He also said that he wouldn't be so embarrassed if it had been Billy, me, or Ray that had tied him up for the time limit, but to have Cathy do it, not once, but twice, was a little hard to take.
Ray said that Cathy used our scout books to learn about ropes and knots, and that he, Billy, and I, had all been tied for the limit by Cathy at one time or another. "Don't worry about it." Ray said. "We made a promise to not tell anyone, and we'll keep our word."
David replied that he wasn't worried about that. He was worrien about the price Billy and I (and Ray and Cathy) might demand for our silence.END
Burke
Thu Jul 29 10:18:09 Eastern Daylight Time 1999I would like to if some gags are good enough to
keep people quietjason
jason_gunn@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 03 14:10:36 PDT 1999Tue Aug 03 14:10:36 PDT 1999
Ohayo Gozaimasu! I stumbled on this page a few days ago, and I've been hoooked. To find SO many others who share my interests was a wonderful experience, and I'll be sure to post my experiences (such as they were) soon. To keep this from being a TOTAL waste of bandwidth, I'll post a link to a Damsels In Distress site, a bondage site that is neither pornographic, nor depicts S&M. It's vidcaps of women bound and gagged on television. Some of his pics are from Japanese & Italian TV and movies.
Grumpy's Damsels In Distress Page:
http://www.abductor.com/grumpy/index.htmSayonara! Riggs.
Feel free to email me.
Thu Jul 29 22:25:59 CDT 1999Jason,
To answer your question, yes a gag can effectively keep someone quiet. The main factors that determine this are what you use and how well it is applied. I know from personal experience. Simply tying a rag over someone's mouth or putting a piece of tape over it as you see in the movies does not work. In almost every case, you have to stuff something inside the mouth to make a gag effective. You need something that will fill the mouth and keep the tongue depressed. It also needs to be something that cannot easily be pushed out with the tongue. The second part is tying something over the mouth to keep the wadding in place. It needs to be pulled tightly so that the victim can not work it down by shaking there head. The most effective I have seen is to use a rubber ball and stuff it in someone's mouth and then take a long thick rag and pull it very tightly around the head and knot it in the back. The thicker the material, and the wider it is the better. Also it needs to be long enough it can be pulled around the head and knotted securely. There are lots of variations that work besides this though. Hope that answered your question.
Thu Jul 29 22:33:42 CDT 1999A great place to discuss gags, tying up and other fun topics is Bob's chat room. Here is the address: www.resource.nu/4who/?bob857/chat
There are a wide variety of ages and we have both men and women there. Everyone is welcome. We usually have a good mix of Europeans, British, Americans and Aussies. We do talk about bondage and a lot of other topics. Please stop by sometime. We meet most nights, here are a list of time zones and when to find the main group:
East Coast (US): 6pm
Central: 5pm
Mountain: 4pm
Pacific: 3pm
GMT (England) 10pm
Australia: 8am to 10am depending where you are.Chats usually begin around these times give or take 30 minutes. We usually chat 2-3 hours and people come and go. If you come by around these tiems and no one is there, hang out a bit. Chances are you'll catch someone if you are patient.
Fri Jul 30 23:24:21 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Jason: I happen to favour the harness ballgag myself as far as gagging goes. Simple and easy to apply and it is devastatingly effective... Properly strapped on, speech is reduced to a series of very muffled 'mmph's'. Though what MS also said about other, more conventional gags also applies equally well and its probably more comfortable too. Lots cheaper as well!
Hope this helps.
Happy tying and gagging...
mason
Fri Jul 30 08:54:28 19991.
I have been reading some of the stories and comments here for the past few months and have really gotten hooked on them. Also, the comments and discussions are sometimes interesting. Years and years ago, my sister and me would often play various tie up games. Sometimes either her friends or mine would play also, whether it was cops and robbers or cowboys and indians.
I think the time that I remember most is when she didn't even use any bindings on me, but I none the less was still her captive. I t was when she and a friend of hers amd myself went to the beach. I do not recall what prompted it, but I was to buried in the sand.
We dug a pit in the sand that was deep enough for me to be kneeling on my knees. My sister and her friend then started shoving the sand around me, filling the hole. Every foot or so of sand, they would pour a bucket of water around me to help settle and mold the sand around me. I had my arms at my sides and could not move them. The wet sand held them there like a cement mold.
Soon, I was completely buried, except for my head. The hole that was dug was deeper than we had thought because my head was almost looking straight up, with the sand pressing against my chin and ears.David
Fri Jul 30 09:21:34 19992.
When they had finished, I could not move a muscle, not even my head. They stood up and laughed at my predictiment. They watched for a few minutes, while occasionally making teasing comments. I remember looking up at the two them as they were enjoying my situation. Eventually, they went to lay on their towels and get some sun. Every now and then one of them would come over and tease me by tickling or flicking their finger against my nose or kneeling in front of me and slowly drip ice water down my face.
I remember a lady, who had brought her children to the beach, was watching what was happening to me. She came over at one point and started talking to my sister while she was tormenting me (I think while she was dripping the water on me). The lady stood over me telling my sister that this was mean. My sister said that she wasn't hurting me and I said that it was OK because I'd surely get even. They lady had a confused look on her face, but she smiled and left.
After about an hour the two girls started pushing the sand away from me until I was finally able to squirm free of the sand. My sister and I had other tie up and captive games, but I never had the chance to get revenge in the same manner on her. However, in High School I did get to bury a girlfriend in the sand. But to be honest, I didn't bury really......just covered her with sand.Anyway....I hope you enjoyed this story
David
Fri Jul 30 13:09:09 EDT 1999Yeah, Jeff, maybe you're right....I DO seem to bitch a lot. But the thing is, when I post a story, I decide the exact wording for the memory as I'm typing, and the puns thrown in are a spur-of-the-moment thing. So are "The things I hate".
It is off topic, but I figure that some guy out there gets a kick outta it...even agrees with me.
And I won't bite my tongue and cheapen my posting outta fear of being flamed. It's like telling a girl not to wear the sexy clothes she likes because she might get raped.However, I shall TRY to be less of a jerk in the future.
And as to the whole gag debate, I agree that packing keeps a girl quiet, but you gotta make sure she doesn't choke. I've never packed a gag because most of my "victoms" were willing.....like Laura (why...?). That, and the movie "Jawbreaker" got me paranoid.
Well, that's all for now. I'm off to carve a "Z" in some villain's ass.
'Ciao.Zorro
Sat Jul 31 14:07:41 EDT 1999Hey Zorro, while you might not mind getting flamed, as you have seemed to enjoy the wars, the rest of us do mind, so for the sake of other's sanity, watch what you say.
Jeff
Sun Aug 1 13:11:38 EDT 1999as an avid reader of this forum and the college forum i have to ask why does all this 'flaming' take place? it would seem painfully obvious that not everyone enjoys the exact same content in what they find exciting or amusing in the stories posted. so just as we have the ability to change the channel on the television if there is programming that we do not care for...then i can not understand why readers can not just skip over the stories that contain content they can not endure. now, i am amongst the persons making commentary on the content of the posts and not posting my stories. i will conclude that i thoroughly enjoy most of the stories and will continue to be an avid reader. please, everyone keep up the great work.
thanks
tim
tim
Sun Aug 01 12:16:03 1999(The Party) Hi guys and gals. I have read all the stories and enjoyed most of them. I thought it was time to post one of my own. This is my first post, so I'm not sure how it's going to come out. This is a true story, I've changed some of the names to protect the innocent and not so innocent. This is one of my favorite tie up experiences. It was an unexpected experience, those are always fun. It took place at a party I attended. The party was at my friend Herman's house. There were eleven of us there. Seven guys including me and four girls. We were all in our mid to late twenties. We all knew each other and got together on occasion. At the party we were drinking beer and wine, listening to music, and talking to each other. During the course of the evening one of the girls had too much to drink and was going to drive home. Her name was Mandy.
Cub Fan
Sun Aug 01 12:39:19 1999(Party Continued) She had black hair was about 5'9" and had a pretty nice body. She was wearing a T-shirt, shorts, short white sox, and sneakers. We were all friends and we didn't want Mandy to drive home drunk so we took away her keys. She didn't like this and kept trying to get her keys back. We said no, one of us would give her a ride home and she can pick up her car tommorow. She said this wouldn't work as she had to go somewhere early next morning and didn't have time to come get her car. Then we said OK, when we leave one of us will drive you home in your car. While somebody else follows him/her to drive the driver home. She didn't like this either for two reasons. One, she wanted to leave now. Two, she thought we were all equally drunk and didn't want another drunk person driving her car. She insisted she was fine and able to drive as well as anyone there. It didn't matter what she said she wasn't getting her keys back. I went to get another beer and Mandy followed me into the kitchen. She told me that she really wanted her keys back and would pay me to get them back for her.
Cub Fan
Sun Aug 01 12:57:07 1999(Party Continued) I told her forget it. Then another thought came to me. I have had an affection for female feet and bondage since I was 12 years old. I told Mandy that I would get her keys back for her if I could massage her bare feet for ten minutes. I couldn't believe I said that, it must have been the liquor in me. She gave me a funny look and said OK. I told her to meet me in a bedroom upstairs. I'll go get your keys and when the foot massage is over I'll give them to you. I got the keys and and went upstairs. I didn't know this at the time but one of the other girls followed me up there. She saw what was going on. I was just about done with the foot massage when the door flew open and two of the other three girls came in. They said they were tired of this whole key business and were going to put an end to it. They said Mandy wasn't going to get her keys back and that's all there is to it. The third girl came in with rope and a silk scarf. Then they said that they were going to tie Mandy up, so they don't have to worry about her getting the keys. Mandy didn't care for this idea. However, she couldn't stop them. One of the girls grabbed one arm and another girl grabbed the other arm and put her arms behind her back.
Cub Fan
Sun Aug 01 14:25:52 1999(Party Continued) Then the third girl tied her hands behind her back. Then they did the same to her feet, tying her bare feet together. Then one of the girls said what about him, talking about me. I don't trust him, he already tried to help her once. I told them if they wanted to tie me up too that would be OK. A couple of the girls laughed. They then tied me the same way hands behind the back, feet together. Mandy and I struggled to get loose and we untied each other in 25 minutes. Then we went downstairs. I found out later that the girls didn't gag us because we had been drinking and they thought it would have been dangerous to gag us.
Cub Fan
Sun Aug 1 16:15:42 EDT 1999To Jeff and Tim....lay off, will ya?! I said I'd TRY to watch what I say. It's not like I'm posting fascist remarks.
And another thing: it ain't my fault if someone flames me...that's THEIR choice. Instead of telling me to watch my mouth, tell others to just respect each others' opinions; y'know, stuff we should have learned by now.
Here's my answer...if you see a remark you don't like, there is a little scrolling device to your right...use it. Hell, I do.Look, I'm sorry if I'm sounding like an arrogant bastard, but I've been taking the heat for things all my life. I don't want to start trouble....this site is too cool.
And just for the record, I do sorta enjoy an lil' flame battle, but eventually, it gets annoying.
Thanks for the advice anyhow, Jeff and Tim, but I know how to watch myself. Again, I shall TRY to watch myself (gotta love that DELETE button). 'Ciao.
The born rebel,Zorro
Mon Aug 02 01:10:24 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Hello all!
Just got back from my summervacation and have spent the last evening going through July's postings. Enjoyable reading, I might say!
I liked Ronin's, FH's (nice name btw),MS's, Burke's and Cub Fan's stories, good job! And not to forget Doug, of course, who's stories always are superb.
Hope to meet you all in the chatroom soon!
Sun Aug 1 20:30:36 EDT 1999zorro,
it was my believe that i was kind of backing your opinion up...not sure why you were so terse. but hey...tim
Mon Aug 02 05:35:23 1999"Ropes and Smoke"
The story happened when my friend Rosy and I were twelve. Our parents were out at a movie, so we settled in to watch t.v. and "whatever" with her sister Maryanne and her friend Colleen, who were both about twenty at the time. During the evening, Rosy and I got little too loud and boisterous teasing them, with Maryanne and Doreen telling us to settle down. While we watched "Emegency" on television, Maryanne asked casually what Rosy andI hated most. I said smoke, and Rosy said being tickled.
After a few hours of annoyance, Maryanne and Colleen said they'd had enough, and were going to get some pop at a local carryout. When they returned, they said that we would "get it" if we didn't settle down. Rosy and I bragged that we weren't scared. Colleen said that they had brought us some pop upstairs in the kitchen, but we'd have to get it ourselves. Rosy and I went up to the kitchen and noticed two bottles of Orange Crush, as well as masking tape and clothseline that had been cut. We were told that we could have the pop "after some fun".
Maryanne and Colleen took us to the living room and quickly tied our arms together, with our hands behind our backs. They then tird our ankles and thighs. We were told that this was "punishment" for annoying them. Rosy and I both laughed, but wre silenced when Maryanne stuffed a paper towel in our mouths and applied the masking tape.
Then came the "torture" as Colleen lit one of those "More" cigarettes and blew the smoke in my face while Maryanne tickled Rosy's feet mercilessly. They soon switched, so that we both got equal time. They kept us tied and gagged for quite a while.
Rosy and I never spoke of it much after that, but I'm sure she remembers as well as I. I never had friends agin like I did when I was twelve...