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Mon Aug 2 11:49:57 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 1 of 8
Thursday started out as a boring day. I was dragged along with my parents to some old castle and some other sites, but all I wanted was to stay at the pool at the campground. Nevertheless I wasn’t allowed to stay behind, so I had a day with nothing much to do. I was glad when we arrived back at the cottages just after dinner. The cottage next to us was now also occupied with a family from Aachen, and this meant some new kids around the place, Thomas (15) and Destiny (17). Thomas was a quiet boy, while Destiny was a girl who was turning 18 in two weeks time and she was definitely in her puberty, going against everything her mother told her. We never saw much of her during the one week they were at the cottage. It had been an exceptional hot day with temperatures reaching the 30 degrees Celsius and I was glad to be running around in my swimming trunks, instead of the shirt and pants I had worn all day. Since it was warm, everybody seemed to be at the pool, including the twins, Marcus, Frank and Kim. Most of the kids were in the pool and I joined them. I noticed that Helga had some rope marks on her wrists and I asked Marcus what had happened. “The usual, she pissed of Frank and he tied her up. The only thing was he did it just after lunch and she was released just an hour ago, because he never told anybody where she was. Her sister started looking for her and found her tied up in the basement of the holiday house. He had tied her to a drainpipe in the basement so she couldn’t move around. She didn’t like it.” Helga came swimming underwater towards us and we waited for her to surface.
To be continued…
Mon Aug 2 11:53:13 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 2 of 8
“Did you enjoy your afternoon?” I asked with a smile on my face. “I’ll get even with him someday and with Kim.” “Why?” I looked at Kim, who was sitting in one of the garden chairs, having a conversation with one of the other guests. “She came into the basement, because the washing machine is down there, and I know she saw me, I even yelled in my gag, but she didn’t do anything. She just left me there.” “She probably didn’t want to interrupt your game, just like she did when you left me in the toilet and she released me. You weren’t too happy about that and you told her to tie me up again. I think it’s your own fault.” “Hmm, maybe, but I still want to get even with her.” I decided not to tell her about my experience with Kim. Helga swam away and Marcus and I wanted a drink, so we left the pool. When we returned, we were told we were invited to come and stay for the night in the haystack of the farm. The farmer had come by and invited us kids, because it was a warm evening and it would be a warm night. He normally did this once a week if the weather was fine. Only the older kids were allowed and one adult had to be present. I looked at my mum and asked her if I was allowed to go and she agreed to let me go. Helga, Sabine, Marcus and Thomas were also allowed to go. Frank didn’t feel like it, although I think it had something to do with Destiny not going. She was a good looking girl so I could understand his feelings. The discussion between the parent was about who the adult was that would join the kids in the haystack. Most of the parents had more kids who were not sleeping over in the haystack, so they wanted to stay with them, instead of with us. Then Helga came up with a brilliant idea. “Why don’t we ask Kim if she wants to come along?” The other parents thought this was a great idea and even Kim s
Mon Aug 2 11:53:44 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 3 of 8
We all ran off to get our sleeping bags or blanket for the night and half an hour later we met at the entrance to the farm. Marcus, Helga and Sabine were carrying sleeping bags, Thomas and I had blankets. We also had three flashlights. We were all dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, mainly because it was still very warm. Kim showed up some minutes later also with a sleeping bag. She had worn a white two piece bathing suit at the pool, but now she had put a sleeveless T-shirt on top of that. The farmer was waiting for us and he brought us to the haystack, which was located on the far side of the farm, looking from the pool area. It was a haystack made up of four poles and a roof. The more hay goes into the stack, the higher the roof is raised. It was now three quarters up, leaving about two meters between the hay and the sides of the roof. On three sides the hay was stacked higher, almost up to the roof edges, making a perfect place to sleep in the middle of the hay. A ladder was placed up against the hay and we used it to climb into the hay. “Now remember, no fires in here. Only flashlights, no candles etc.” The farmer said. “Enjoy your night. My wife will make breakfast in the morning.” Then he left us on our own. We settled down, talked for a while, it was around 22:00 hours and prepared our beds, when Kim asked Helga why she wanted her to come along. “Remember this afternoon?” “Yes, I saw you in the basement.” “I know, now is my turn for revenge.” Kim looked surprised at Helga who picked up her sleeping bag and turned it over. Out came a lot of ropes, even some brand new ones I had not seen before, some rags and some bandages. Helga picked up a rope and came towards Kim.
To be continued…
Mon Aug 2 11:54:16 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 4 of 8
“Are you going to cooperate or do we need to use force?” Sabine and Marcus joined Helga and I looked at Kim and then also joined them. Thomas just waited to see what would happen. Kim sighed and gave up. We would probably had a hard time getting her tied up if she didn’t want to, but now we wouldn’t find out. Helga walked towards her and told her to turn around and hold her hand crossed behind her back. Kim looked at me for a moment, but I didn’t say a word. She didn’t know I hadn’t told the others about what had happened between us. Helga had a piece of rope of 2 meters in her hand, it was soft white cotton rope about half a centimeter thick, and tightly wrapped it around Kim’s wrists, first in one direction, then cinching it. “Not so tight, please.” Kim said to Helga. “You are our prisoner and prisoners shouldn’t talk.” Helga said, while knotting the rope around Kim'’ wrists. "Sit down.” Helga ordered Kim, who sat down carefully on a bail of hay. Helga got out another piece, one of the 5 meter ropes we used before, and started tying Kim’s legs at ankles and knees. Kim just looked at Helga while she wrapped the ropes around her long bare legs. Again Kim complained about the fact that the ropes were tight, but Helga didn’t react and just finished tying the rope. I could tell from the fact that the flesh was bulging were the ropes bit into Kim’s legs, that she had been tied very tight. “Don’t overdo it, Helga.” I said, but Helga didn’t react. She got up, picked up a rag, walked over to Kim and told her to open up. Kim didn’t seem to happy by the turn of events, but it was a bit late to do something about it, so she did what she was told. I noticed that she looked at me repeatedly and I had trouble looking her in the eyes.
To be continued…
Mon Aug 2 11:54:46 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 5 of 8
All I could do was make sure Helga didn’t overdo it. Helga stuffed the rag in Kim’s mouth and wrapped one of the bandages tightly around Kim’s head, covering her mouth completely. I knew that I had done a good job when I gagged Kim, but Helga used more mouth stuffing and pulled the bandages a lot tighter. Kim’s eyes looked watery when Helga was done. The lower part of Kim’s face was wrapped up in bandages. She pleaded to Helga with some small sounds, but she might as well have talked to a wall, she got the same response, none. Helga picked up one of the new ropes, a 30 meter long one, and started to wrap it, again tightly, around Kim’s torso. Kim made some small sounds and didn’t look very happy, but Helga just kept on going. When she was done, Kim had her arms pressed against her body and no way of moving them. “That should be enough, Helga.” I told her when she started to pick up another rope. Helga didn’t agree, but her sister agreed with me that Kim wouldn’t be going anywhere. Sabine and I helped Kim to sit a bit comfortable in a corner of the hay, making sure she couldn’t fall. We sat in the haystack for about an hour and talked about many things. Now and then I glanced at Kim, who didn’t even try to get free. All I saw her do was move a little to get more comfortable. At midnight we decided to go to sleep. I looked at Kim and decided she had enough. When I walked over to Kim, Helga told me to leave her alone. “She is not getting free yet.” I didn’t agree and we had an argument. I looked at the others, but only Sabine involved herself, the others kept quiet. “Helga had been tied a lot longer, so it is only fair if Kim stays tied a while longer.”
To be continued…
Mon Aug 2 11:55:16 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 6 of 8
I argued that Kim was tied a lot tighter then Helga had been, but there was no way Helga and Sabine were letting Kim go. Kim just looked at us and made some pleading sounds. I decided to release her, even if the others didn’t agree, but when I got close to Kim I was grabbed by Helga and Sabine and wrestled down. Breaking the rule of not offering resistance, I tried to get away, but again I lost. Even at this moment I’m not the most powerful guy in the world, so two to one was an uneven fight for me. I ended up face down in the hay with the twins on top of me. My arms were pulled behind my back and I felt rope being wrapped around them. There was still a lot of rope left and after a while I was tied similar to Kim, only not as tight and without the rope around my torso. A rag was forced in my mouth and a bandage was wrapped around my face to hold it in. I remember almost choking, it was the first time I was gagged with something in my mouth and I had to adjust to this new experience. It tickled in my mouth and I wanted to spit the rag out, but the bandage wrapped around my head did it’s job and kept it in. Sabine and Helga picked me up, placed me on my unzipped sleeping bag, closed it and pulled the zipper up. I was now a bound prisoner of my own sleeping bag. My head was not even sticking out above the bag and it was hard to see what was happening in the hay stack. Kim was carried by Helga, Sabine and Thomas to her own sleeping bag. Marcus had unzipped it and placed it on the hay. We had noticed before that Kim had a brand new type of sleeping bag, hers was more of a cocoon type, which was formed more like a human body. Nowadays these are common, in those days, 1982, they were a novelty.
To be continued…
Mon Aug 2 11:55:43 UTC+0100 1999
Germany 1982 – night games – part 7 of 8
She later told me she used it on the boat and it was more useful then a normal sleeping bag. After Kim was placed in her sleeping bag, the zipper was pulled up all the way. This bag also had a plastic hood, in case it would rain, and Helga and Sabine pulled it one over Kim’s head, pulling the string tight, leaving only a small hole open, where you could only see a bit of the bandage around Kim’s head and her nose. It further limited the movement and sounds coming from Kim. They even fixed the string from the hood to the zipper. Even when Kim had not been tied, she would have had difficulties escaping her sleeping bag. In the mean time I was trying to escape my own bondage but there was not a knot within my fingers reach and although the ropes had not been tied tight, they were still snug and I couldn’t get loose. I tried to get out of the sleeping bag and I managed to move up a bit, just enough to be able to see around more comfortable, but I didn’t manage to escape. I just lay there and looked at the others. I think I spend 2 hours tied like that, when Helga climbed out of her sleeping bag, turned on a flashlight and released me. I was glad to get rid of the gag, even now I don’t like cloth being stuffed in my mouth. I prefer a ballgag. I needed a few moments to recover, it had been warm in the sleeping bag and I had been trying hard to get out. I asked Helga if I could release Kim and she said she wouldn’t stop me, her revenge was completed. So I turned on my own flashlight and walked over to Kim and undid the string from the zipper and opened up the hood a bit. I noticed Kim was looking at me thankfully. I undid the hood and released the gag.
To be continued…
Mon Aug 2 11:56:16 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – night games – part 8 of 8
Then I pulled the wet rag from her mouth. Kim didn’t say a word, she just worked her jaws and coughed a couple of times. She had been bound and gagged very tight for almost 4 hours. In the mean time I had undid the sleeping bag and opened it up. I helped her sit up and started on the rope around her torso. It took me almost ten minutes to get if completely off. I noticed the ropemarks on her arms from the tight ropes. This time they were more visible then last time, some of them even red.. Next were her wrists. This went easier, because the rope used was smaller and soon Kim was rubbing her free wrists and arms. They had fallen asleep and now the blood was flowing again, it started hurting. After a while she started untying the rope around her legs, which I felt wasn’t for me to do. I handed her my bottle of water I had brought along and she took a drink from it. We talked for a very short moment, but then decided we should all get some sleep, most of the others never woke up during our release, and so we got back into our sleeping bags, turned of the flashlight and went to sleep. I decided that I really needed to get my revenge on the twins and decided I could use Kim’s help. Then I fell asleep. We woke up from the rooster early the next morning and cleaned out the haystack. Not a word was said about last night, but the marks on Kim were still clearly visible. There was also no hostility between Kim and Helga, the whole group had a great night in the hay stack and we were all busy talking to each other when the farmer’s wife came to us and showed us were our breakfast was. All in all a great night.
Continuation of the games to follow soon…
Mon Aug 2 11:56:47 UTC+0100 1999Still learning to count....
End of part 2:
...seemed to like the idea, so it was decided.
Mon Aug 2 09:46:31 CDT 1999Family gathering
This is another story I have about when I was 9 or 10 years old. In late Nov. we would gather at one of the families house to draw names for christmas. This year was at my cousin's house not the same cousin's in one of my previous stories a another set of female cousins. After all the kids drew names we would go play while the adults set prices on gifts, and where to have the party for us. My two male cousins,my brother, and me played cops and robbers. We needed a female captive and we talked Jan into it. This is not her real name. My cousins had bunk beds in their bedroom. I was one of the bad guys. I told the other two to give us 10 minutes to get our captive tied up. Jan was willing to be tied up. I didn't tell her I was going to gag her. I backed her up to the bunk bed post and tied her hands behind her back real tight not to tight. She tested her bonds and could not get away. I went down to her ankles and tied them together, and to the bottom of the bed post. Thank God for bunk bed post. I told her that for in order for us to get the jump on the good guys I would have to gag you. She said "O.K." I found a bandanna and pulled it between her teeth and tied it off a little tighter than normal. She really couldn't speak just a lot of mmmmmmmmph. We laid in wait for the good guys. I signal we were ready. She stood perfectly still while they tried to sneak up on us. We turned out the lights so it would be more fun. I watched Jan's movements she tried to get away but couldn't. When she mmmmmmph a little I knew the good guys were close. I losted my partner in the first 10 minutes. I finally got shot about 20 or 30 minutes later. Jan was a real trooper. The parents were calling her to come and do something. She really statred mmmmmmmmph wildly. I said hang on a minute and proceeded to ungag her were she could call out to tell them she would be there in a minute. I got her untied in about 2 mins. J-MANJ-MAN
I spent part of the weekend at my significant others place.
I used her computer to come here.
I had no idea my posts look the way they do. On webtv they look slightly shortened, like 10 pitch when compared to 12 pitch, but otherwise full screen.
I contacted Webtv and received a response that basically said, 'never heard of such a thing, tell us what you are posting to and we will check it out'.
So, until I can find a way to make my computer grandchildren proof, [Webtv I just unplug, stick in the box, put on the closet shelf until they are gone, then just hook it back up and I am back in business] I won't be inflicting myself on this group anymore.
BTW, I have e-mailed Canuck my concerns over Burke's scout stories.Harmonizer45
Mon Aug 2 15:01:17 EDT 1999Hey Zorro, sorry to push it further than I should have. I guess what I meant to say was watch what you say in those spur of the moment things. I love 'em to, but I've lived to regret more than a few a mine. Now what I just said, was just a friendly suggestion from someone who ALSO has needed to watch his mouth in the past.
Jeff
Mon Aug 02 20:00:38 1999This is a wonderful site which I will certainly be posting to within the next day or so!! I trust that given the nature of the site, this can be quite fun!!
If anyone would like to share experiences or discuss mothers being bound by sons (or daughters), please e-mail me!! I have an interesting story that I'd like to post, if the interest is there.
Thanks,
Kevin
Kevin
tiedfan@yahoo.com
Mon Aug 2 19:20:19 PDT 1999Kevin: Is the Pope Catholic? Of course we want to hear about you tied up mom story. That is a popular genre around here.
BTW Work has gotten back to normal and I have actually had time to work on Steffi's momnapping of her mother. I should be up by Sunday.
I going to put out a feeler now about another kids tying up adults genre" How many of you managed to tie up one of your teachers? I lucked out once in High School when we tied up and gagged our cute Drama Teacher at a cast party.(I consider the abduction for charity of Dr. Jones during my college days in a different category).Anybody else manages to get even with the educational etablishment this way? Hooch, Mase and other people can testify that I told them about the drama teacher incident in short form a few months ago, a long time before anybody even knew about "Teaching Mrs Tingle" a forthcoming heavily publicised movie about High School kids kidnapping their teacher when she threatens to flunk them .Helen Mirren is the teachers and Katie Holmes the student ringleader and yes in the coming attractions the teacher is B and G'd..The Knotty Professor
Mon Aug 2 22:22:36 PDT 1999Oops! Ok you now know I post occasionally to Brian's page under the name of The Knotty Professor! The secret is out! I guess I had to screw up sometime...
Harmonizer:I am one of the most conservative people who are regulars at this site and I saw nothing wrong with Burke's story. As a matter of
fact i found it funny and well written. Tie up games do not have to and often don;t involve anything of a overtly sexual nature. I also feel if you have concerns you should post them here and give Burke a chance to reply.If Burke posts anything of an offensive nature Canuck will be the first to remove it.
Burke: Good story. you wrote"Cathy was a wonderful sister - Sneaky, devious, treacherous, nosy, and all the other things that make little sisters the bane of their brothers' existences."
I might be in the minority but me and kid sister Christina always got along well. We were both Sneaky, devious and could be treacherous but more often then not we were allies in this. Chris was not very nosy--just curious. She did have a nasty habit of being able to charm the hell out of my highschool girlfriends and often they ended up spending more time with Chris when over at my place then with me! Chris was a supporting player in my memoirs so far but I have a couple in which she will be a major player/damsel in distress (a role she could play well.) She might be more sneaky and devious then I in the long run. She just got her Law degree and sits for the bar exam soon. I have had a fun time emailing her every lawyer joke I know.I am still trying to deal with the reality of my kid sister as the next Ally McBeal.
I will probably post the first half of Steffi's momnapping of her mother by Thursday.It is just alittle too long to post all at once.
dudalb
Tue Aug 03 19:49:38 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Harmoniser,
Would you please stop criticising other's peoples stories? Enough is enough. If you dont like them, that is absolutely your right but please do not go around telling everybody else so. It is very unfair not to mention embarrassing, to the writers concerned. I don't like every single story either, others I have a hard time believing but I do not go around saying so.
One of the reasons postings have been slow lately is because people are afraid to post anything knowing you are likely to jump on them.
Canuck is the final arbiter here. It is HIS site, not yours or mine.
Having said that, I didn't see anything wrong with Burke's story either.
Nuff said!
mason
Tue Aug 3 09:12:00 EDT 1999I need to take some blame here. I suggested to Harmonizer that if he has a concern about a story to email Canuck instead of posting it on this page. If Canuck agress with him, action will be taken. I think Harmonizer's concern was that these games were played within Scouts, and he did not have similar experiences in Scouts. Personally, I remember some games like that within Scouts myself. If I can recall enough details, I will post them.
I think Harmonizer meant to do the right thing in this case. But telling someone that you reported them on this page while not telling them the specifics was not the way I thought my suggestion would be implemented.
Please don't let this disrupt the page. I thought Burke's stories were excellent.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 03 14:53:13 1999I saw where Harmonizer was somewhat concerned that I mentioned the Boy Scouts in my initial offering. Perhaps a bit of an explanation or clarification is in order.
First, the time frame. The time was from 1954 through 1962. At that time, there were two youth programs for boys - Boy Scouts and Little League Baseball, and that was about it. Girls had Girl Scouts, and not much else.
Second, my introduction to these games came at a scout meeting, as related in my first story. Yeah, we had played "Cops and Robbers" and "Cowboys and Indians" before, but it was very seldom that anybody ever got captured. More often, it was "Bang! Bang! You're dead!" as we ran around shooting cap pistols at each other.
I thought it to be appropriate to relate how I became involved. Since most of our friends were Boy Scouts, that's who we played with. Also, the scout program of the mid to late 50's was quite different from what it is now. It was said that the 50's was the "age of innocence." It was. I know. I lived it.
And yes, there really was a game called "Hog Tie the Rustler" published in the Boy Scout Program Quarterly during that time frame. I do remember seeing it, but I can't remember the issue. I think the scouts stopped publishing it in the early 60's.
One other piece of information - I did submit that story to Canuck for approval, before posting, and he gave an OK.
Please accept my apologies if I have stepped on anyone's sensitivities. I appreciate Harmonizer's concerns, and I thank Charlie B, Mason, and Dudalb for their kind commentsBurke
Burke
Tue Aug 3 19:43:55 EDT 1999Burke, you did not step on anyone's toes. You are an excellent writer, and your story was very interesting and well told. In a community of this size, you are going to find all kinds of people with all kind of sensitivites and nobody is ever going to be able to please everyone. Focus on the ones who give positive reinforcement, and please post again soon!
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 3 18:21:12 PDT 1999Please post some more stories Burke!
I totally believe that tie up games were are still are from a couple of parents Ihave talked too are common in scouts and other teenage organizations. Although I am a little surprised that "Tie up the Rustler" had official status!
I presumed the games were unofficial, off th cuff games in the general realm of fooling around.
I know that games in which prisoners are taken and generally tied up are rampant in summer camps. See Ph's stories of a couple months ago.
My wife Jennifer spent some time as a camp conselor in distress when she worked as one while going to college. She has promised to post these stories here but she will not give any specific time.
And I have to agree that setting up some kind of aa truth inquisition here would serve no purpose. Except if they are patently violent and offensive let the stories stand and fall on their own merit.
The readers of this page can spot a phony...dudalb
Tue Aug 3 20:33:59 CDT 1999I have to agree with Dudalb's statement about letting the stories stand and fall on their own merit. At the same time, however, I can see the merit in e-mailing Canuck with any problems you might have with a story. It might bring his attention to a problem he might otherwise have overlooked.
Since I think we all trust Canuck's judgement (it doesn't make a lot of sense to post here otherwise), I can't see how this could cause a problem. At the same time, however, I don't see any reason to mention it if you do e-mail him about something. That just creates extra friction.
Sorry to go on for so long, but I thought that what I had to say might help. If Canuck or anyone else seriously disagrees with me, I'm sure they'll say so.
I'd like to finish by once again saying that this is a great site and that I appreciate everyone involved in it. Thanks to all!Dorren
Wed Aug 04 02:01:02 1999Tying Tammy and Her Mom
This is my first post, and I must say that I'm glad to have found a forum to share this. I trust that this is intended for true stories, so here's what happened...
In 1980, when I was 14, I had a close friend named Tammy, who was roughly the same age. I hung around with her and her brother, and spent lots of time at their house. Her mom (Cathy) was in her late thirties, medium height, blonde, and considered "hot" by the neighborhood kids.
One day during Thanksgiving school break, I was at Tammy's house playing video games, and Cathy was sorting through exercise videos, as I recall. She had some exercise equment, with one piece being an elastic.bungee item used for pulling and stretching. I remarked in very innocent fashion to Tammy that if we didn't behave, her mom could tie us up with it. Tammy laughed, and said that if she "ticked us off", we could do the same to her. We went on with our Pac Man t.v. video game, while Cathy went about typical midwest household chores downstairs. She called to Tammy to bring her an empty clothes basket, which I recall taking more time than it should have.
About twenty or so minutes later, Cathy asked if I could help pour salt into the water softener in the downstairs laundry room, and I agreed. While we worked, she seemed apprehensive and somewhat nervous, and I asked if the salt bag was too heavy. She said no, and brought up the comment that I made to Tammy about tying her up. She quickly said that it might be fun to try if I was interested, and that nobody would know.
I felt a tingle in my stomach, and agreed. We went into the family room area, and Cathy had a roll of duct tape, several panty hose, and a long segment of rope that she said had been used for camping. She had me tie the rope around her arms, and her hands together behind her back. I tied her feet together with one of the pantyhose, and then tied her upper legs.
I was very nervous, but Cathy was actually very reassuri
Kevin
tiedfan@yahoo.com
Wed Aug 4 10:02:44 UTC+0100 1999This one is from: Germany 1982 – night games – part 3 of 8
It read: "Marcus, Helga and Sabine were carrying sleeping bags, Thomas and I had blankets."
Oeps, slip of the pen there. (Well, it has been 17 years ago ;-) It should read: "Helga, Sabine and I were carrying sleeping bags, Thomas and Marcus had blankets."
Tnx for pointing it out, 'Bound Friend'.
Wed Aug 4 13:04:36 CDT 1999I hope kevin finishes his story on tammy and her mom. Good job so far, keep up allthe great stories.
J-man
Wed Aug 04 15:09:56 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999Kevin, Please finish the story, you got cut off. Also what was Cathy wearing.
James
dci@bright.net
Wed Aug 04 14:58:02 1999I mentioned this to Canuck, and thought I would share it with everyone else. (What the hell, I thought you could all use a laugh.)
I am a professional writer. I do it for a living. We who write professionally, have what is called the "writer's mindset." It is best described as "My stuff is great, everybody else's is crap, and my editor is Atilla the Hun, who edits with butcher knives and hatchets." The attitude, or "mindset" comes from working in a highly competitive journalistic environment.
Seriously, I have seen some interesting and well written pieces here. I hope to have something else up within another week or so.Burke
Wed Aug 4 18:24:52 EDT 1999THE FOOTBALL BET (pt 1)
My then beloved girlfriend Laura (the natural blonde) bet me a tie-up session that I would lose my next football game.
Maybe I'm ahead of myself. It was a few years back and I was in my high school's football team, the Cougers. We were facing one of the top 5 teams in New York...I forget the name. Anyhow, we were the underdogs and NO ONE thought that we would get close to winning. So did Laura, who made the bet. But, she liked to be tied up, so maybe it was her that got me all pyshed up for the game.
Now, lemme make this clear: I AIN'T A JOCK! In fact, I'm not even a fantastic player. All I can do is catch, tackle (maybe, if all the planets are alligned), and run.
The other team had this great player who was nicknamed "the Ox", because of his great strength and body odor (well, in my opinion).
Comparison:
"The Ox"-- 6'4'' tall, weighs about 240 pounds.
Me -- 5'8'' tall, weighs about 165 pounds.
GET THE PICTURE??! Anyhow, the game was underway that Saturday morn' and the score was 20-21 them. The team was desperate, so they said "Give the ball to Zorro" when we were at the 10 yard line in the final seconds....they had nothin' to lose.
I got the ball, and whizzed past that line like Tom Arnold past Roseanne! Then, on the one yard line, loomed "the Ox". We collided like two rhinos..
And when it was over, they were only cheering one rhino's name....
Mine. I scored. True story, I SWEAR.
Sure, I nearly got a concussion, and I had bruises that lasted for weeks, and twisted my ankle, but... hell with it...
Sunday came, and I went to Laura's house. She was happy...and so was I.
TO BE CONTINUED...Zorro
Wed Aug 4 18:41:48 EDT 1999THE FOOTBALL BET (pt 2)
Laura and I talked and made out for a while, then I brought up the bet, and she grinned. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, and pink socks. All girls are genetically programmed to like pink, as well as flowers and candy; while men are programmed to like sports, fighting, and at least one gas-oriented bodily function. Who's the smarter sex..?!
Anyhow, so I got out the ropes and duct tape (white) and tied her hands behind her back, palms up. Then I tied her tighs and ankles together. We French-kissed (gotta love the French) before I placed the tape on her lips.
I kept her like that for an hour as I tickled and kidded with her, soaking in the sight. Man, you had to be there...
'Course, the funniest part is watchin' a guy limp into the living room with bondage stuff. I felt like a horny Long John Silver.
THE END.I must leave now. Like "Walker: Texas Ranger" and nuclear threats, I shall return.
'Ciao.Zorro
Wed Aug 4 18:52:37 EDT 1999One last thing...hey Burke, since you're a writer (like me), maybe you'll like this joke that will be erased in a week.
"A writer dies and faces St. Paul. He says, 'Okay, look, here's how it goes...you get to see Heaven and Hell first, then choose where you wanna go.'
The writer says,'Let's see Hell first.'
They go down on an elevator and go to Hell. In Hell, he sees writers chained to their typewriters, being whipped at by demons with thorny whips.
'Jeez, let's see Heaven,' the writer says.
So, they go up. In Heaven, he sees writers chained to their typewriters, being whipped at by demons with thorny whips.
He turns to St. Paul. 'Hey, this is no better than Hell!'
'True,' St.Paul says,'but here your work gets PUBLISHED!' "Yeah, it's not one of my best jokes, but I thought you'd like it, Burke.
'Ciao.Zorro
Wed Aug 4 17:32:44 PDT 1999THE MOMNAPPING OF TRUDY
After she was a spectator at my Mom’s second escape, Steffi became increasingly determined to tie up her mom. I and my pal Sean were of course 100% in favor of the idea. For in our opinion—and the opinion of most young boys in our neighborhood between the ages of 12 and 14- Steffi’s Mother was one hot momma indeed.
Steffi mom’s-who I will give the name of Trudy was tall about five feet eight, in her mid thirties, of average build, and had blonde hair down to her shoulder. She looked like a cross between Merle Streep and Liv Ullman-very nice indeed. She rated quite high in the informal rating system we adolescents had for the neighborhood ladies.. One irony was that although her accent was somewhat thicker then Steffi’s, Trudy’s English usage was the same as us kids --standard colloquial American English in contrast to
Steffi’s formal English. The reason was that while Steffi had learned English form a tutor (A Brit at that!) Trudy had learned her English from working in Restaurants and shops in Southern Germany where she had as many American GI (and their families) customers as German customers. As a result she spoke the same idiomatic, slangy American English that we spoke,
Trudy was a very nice person, but Steffi seemed a bit in awe of her. Why, even Steffi to this day does not know. Trudy was not any stricter with Steffi than most parents were with their kids. They obviously loved each other, but there seemed to be not a lot of the normal kidding around between parent and child as was the norm. What was interesting is what there was was initiated by Trudy. I guess seeing the kind of fooling around and kidding between kids and their parents that was normal in our neighborhood finally convinced Steffi to try it—and in a big way.dudalb
Wed Aug 4 17:40:47 PDT 1999We deferred to Steffi on the best way of getting her mom to agree to join the Tied Up Moms Club. Steffi was an only child, so the ruled out one of my favorite tactics of using the younger kids as a front. Steffi came up with a couple of ideas. About a week before, Trudy had given Steffi permission to go with my family on a weekend camping trip up to Bodega Bay (No “The Birds “ jokes—I have heard them all). Trudy knew our Mom would see that nothing improper would happen. Steffi decided to sell her mom the story that we were teaching her some basic outdoorsman stuff, and knot tying was one of the basics, and could I please tie you up mom to as a test?
In addition Steffi –who was proving in this to have a real ability to be devious –decided also to mention to her mom that she and group of us were planning on “kidnapping” a friend of ours as part of a prank on their birthday. Steffi was trying to cover all the bases.
Steffi seemed to want to take full advantage of it if it worked. She had not one but two or three different ways she wanted to tie and gag her mom. Both Sean and I thought that was stretching it but once again deferred to Steffi as a better judge of how far she and we could go without getting into real trouble.
So one Saturday in October we went over to Steffi’s house to “Momnap” Trudy. Steffi had phoned us and told us she had mentioned the idea to her mom the night before and Trudy had more or less agreed. Since Steffi’s dad would be out trying to bag some ducks that Saturday it seemed like a good as day an any for the abduction.dudalb
Wed Aug 4 17:43:22 PDT 1999Trudy was dressed in slacks and a shirt—one of those long shirts that is practically a short smock and is secured around the waist with a belt. She greeted us normally. After a few minutes conversation Steffi said
“Mother, could I practice kidnapping you and tying you up like we talked about? Dud and Sean will be in the kidnapping too, and so could they practice also?'
“I wasn’t expecting this so soon, but OK. Just don’t tie it so tight that you hurt my hands” We promised not too—one promise we would keep. With that we exited and Steffi grabbed her supersoaker. The Momnapping had begun.The actual taking of Trudy prisoner was like other kids taking adult situations I have described.
Steffi and us walked in, Steffi pointed the soaker at her mom, and announced ‘You are being kidnapped! Do as we say and you will not be harmed”! Trudy put her hands behind her neck and asked us not to hurt her.
Steffi then walked around, took out a scarf and blindfolded her mom. Steffi then spoke a sentence in German to her mom. Trudy then crossed her hands behind her. Why Steffi gave the order for Trudy put her hands in the obvious tying position in their native tongue I don’t know and never asked. Steffi then tied her mom’s wrists behind her. Steffi had been a very good pupil of Sean and I. We saw we could not have done a better job of tying Trudy’s hands ourselves. We wondered why Steffi had blindfolded her mom. We used blindfolds rarely except as part of a scam to keep the “victim” from realizing he/she was going to be tied up until too late. Trudy knew she was going to be tied up, so we figured the blindfold was because Steffi wanted to make this play kidnapping as much like those on TV as she could. We were right.
dudalb
Wed Aug 4 17:45:52 PDT 1999Steffi then guided her mom over to the couch and laid her down on it. Steffi tied Trudy’s ankles together with clothesline, and then took out two scarves. “Open Wide, Please” Steffi asked her mom. “You didn’t tell me you were going to gag me “ Trudy said but then went along and opened wide. A minute later Steffi was putting the final touches on a tight cleave gag. The gag between Trudy’s Teeth held the other scarf in place in her mouth. Trudy made a few attempts on speech but soon realized the gag was effective and mmmphing was all she could manage.
The sight of her Bound and Gagged mom transfixed Steffi. Steffi later said she could hardly believe she had convinced her mom to play along and to be tied and gagged and blindfolded into a state of complete helplessness. Sean and I also enjoyed the sight for different reasons- after all we were more or less normal 14-year-old boys.
Steffi after a couple of minutes said “Is our prisoner not going to try to escape?” At this cue Trudy begun to pull and strain against her ropes all the while mmmphing loudly through her gag. She gave a performance that an actress in a detective series would be proud of. After about five minutes she gave up.
Steffi then said “Now let us move our hostage to a chair and tie her to it” With that Steffi untied her moms ankles, stood her up and gently guided the bound (Trudy’s hands were still tied behind her), gagged, and blindfolded mom
toward the next Step on Steffi’s agenda.
TO BE CONTINUED....
dudalb
Wed Aug 4 17:47:29 PDT 1999Burke You are the second known Professional writer to grace these pages. Gillian B. Being the first.
I agree that If you are really upset you should email Canuck about the stories but IMHO the "Truth" of a story is not sufficent cause. What w ould be cause and what I have done is when a story is really over the line. I emailed Canuck twice when I felt a story went over the lineon violence and/or featured rape, two things I violently object to.
Zorro a person calling himself Zorro came into Bob's chatroom and stayed for about thirty seconds before leaving. If it was you please come in again. You will not be flamed or insulted.If any of us ttied Gillian B would put us in our place and quickly.And don;t knock Walker, Zorro!
His fiance the really cute DA seems to get tied up about once a month on the show...
BTW Gillian has just had a sucessful operation for the replacement of her hip. I know We all with her well.IMHO she is the best writer ever to gract this page. If you are new you want to go into the archeives and read all her stories....
BTWdudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Wed Aug 4 23:37:58 EDT 1999I should start posting again when I get som more free time.
Roper
Thu Aug 5 02:47:16 EDT 1999Several comments, bear with me on this for I ramble, but then again, I digress, and some times get redundant in the process.
In the early 1960's, I think 1961 or 1962, a magazine for children published by the Roman Catholic Church had a trick for kids to try, escaping from having their hands tied. My son could read, my daughter still needed to be read to, but I'm getting off the point. The point is these type games existed, and were given at least semi official sanction. Point to be noted, the tie up used, anybody could get out of with no difficulty.
Why Steffi seemed in awe of her Mom. It again goes back to the German Sie-du thing. Sie is the term used for elders and strangers, du for close friends and your children; and your spouse, maybe. In Germany you could work beside somebody for 10, even 20 years and still refer to each other as Sie. Its inborn, I'm 2nd generation American, and All I Ever called my supervisors at work was Sir; all the women in the office were Ma'am to me. Of course too, I was having memory problems then too. Being overly polite cuts down drastically on the amount of names you have to remember.
One bit of a semi sighting, just a remark overheard at the place where my last sighting occurred; The thin dark haired girl was talking an older teen aged girl, maybe 14 or 15, and said,
"Mom wants to know if you want to come up the house later"
The older girl replied, "Why? Does she want to tie us up again?"Just the facts,
Ron
Idron
idron@hotmail.com
Thu Aug 5 09:35:25 UTC+0100 1999Great site, I find all the stories interesting but especially the games of cowboys and indians.
I have a story involving my aunt and my cousin that I will post in a few days.Hero or Villan
Thu Aug 5 09:58:36 UTC+0100 1999Okay, here goes again, by special request a bit more background of me, myself and I. This is the continuing story of a holiday in Germany in 1982, which actually could be described as my first real initiation into bondage (although the word was not known at that time to me.) I've come a long way since then. Bondage is now part of my life and there are a lot more stories to be told, but most of them don't belong on these pages, because they only involve adults (at least we all were 18 and older). A few have been published on Bob's page a couple of month ago. I'll try to write s=the stories that belong here first and then move over to Bob's page again for the rest. Somebody asked me if the stories were true and I have to say that they are for about 80%. The other 20% is fiction, mainly because I can't remember how the story went and to make it easier to read. In the mean time, here is the next part of the German holiday...
Greetings to 'Bound Friend', tnx for your kind words about the stories.
Thu Aug 5 10:22:14 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tricked – part 1 of 6
Having eaten the breakfast at the farm, we all went our own ways for a while. I ended up in at the pool, reading some comics I had brought along. Most of the morning went by this way, without anything happening. At one time I noticed Kim leaving the holiday house, but I couldn’t see were she was going, so I didn’t pay any attention to her. Around lunch time I picked up some sandwiches from my mother and returned to the pool, when Sabine came towards me. She was dressed in her bathing suit. “Did you see Helga?” “No, not since breakfast this morning.“ “She went out earlier this morning and I haven’t seen her since.” Sabine said. “She said she was looking for something, but never said what.” “Well, Frank has been here all morning, so he is not involved. Maybe she went to the buildings on the other side of the farm, remember the little shed?” She gave it a little thought and then decided to have a look at the buildings. I went back to my comics and forgot all about Sabine and Helga until about an hour later. During the last hours a rainstorm had been drifting in and I suspected it wouldn’t be long for the rain would start. The wind had already picked up quite a bit. Nor Helga or Sabine were around and I didn’t remember seeing Sabine return from the buildings, so I decided to have a look for myself. Quickly I ran to the cottage to change into shorts and a T-shirt and shoes, before leaving again for the buildings. Half way the field the first rain drops started to fall and I ran the last bit for the small shed. I expected to find Sabine there, but the building was empty. The rain now really poured down, luckily there was no thunder and lightning, just rain, and I decided to wait for the rain to stop, before continuing my search.
To be continued…
Thu Aug 5 10:22:41 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tricked – part 2 of 6
I grabbed an old chair in the shed, dragged it to the door and sat in it. It wobbled a bit, but that didn’t bother me. It rained hard for about 20 minutes, then it slowly stopped raining and the sun came out again. Pushing the chair back into the shed again I continued my search for the twins. I examined the second building, but didn’t find a thing. I was about to walk back to the third building when I noticed Kim coming my way. She hadn’t seen me and I stayed were I was, partly in the shades, to see where she was going. Dressed in a black one piece bathing suit and white blouse, with long sleeves to hide the ropemarks from the previous night, she looked stunning. Her hair was done up in a pony tail and she was wearing dark blue boating sneakers. Kim went into the big unused open front shed and I managed to get closer without her seeing me. Through a crack in the wall I could see Kim moving around and I also saw Helga and Sabine. Now I knew why they had disappeared, Kim had gotten them. Both seemed to be in a similar situation. Kim had tied their wrists in front of them, both of them with crossed wrists, and then she had pulled their wrists up to an overhead beam, forcing them in a standing position. As far as I could see that was the only bondage. They were not gagged, but they were both blindfolded and were complaining to Kim about their treatment. Since it had rained and the roof of the building was almost completely gone, they both were wet. According to what I could pick up from their conversation Helga had been bound for 3 hours, while Sabine had been bound for 1,5 hours. They argued with Kim that they had been tied long enough, but Kim said that she had been bound longer and a lot tighter, so they would stay bound for another hour.
To be continued…
Thu Aug 5 10:23:02 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tricked – part 3 of 6
Suddenly an idea formed in my head, which would allow me to get my revenge on Helga and Sabine, but also get Kim in bondage again. I made sure that I didn’t make any sounds and quickly ran back to the pool area. I knew where we had left some of the ropes and other stuff we used during the previous night, grabbed them, ran back to the entrance to the farmers field and waited for Kim to appear. It took some ten minutes before she came walking towards me. When she was half way I walked towards her. She looked surprised to see me coming and she waited for me. “Hello Kim.” I greeted her. “I saw you coming, I was just looking for you, because I need some more advise.” While saying that I showed her the ropes that I had picked up just before meeting her. She sighed and looked like she was considering her options. Momentarily she looked at the shed where the twins were tied up. “Okay, but we can’t do it at my apartment, my parents are home.” I acted like I was thinking. “We could use the shed.” Pointing towards the buildings she just came from. I could see that she was debating what to do. “Okay, we can go to the shed, but only for a short moment. I have some other business to attend to in a short while.” I agreed and we walked to the shed. I noticed that Kim didn’t look around too much, so I had the feeling she had been in here before. “Okay, what do you want to know?” She said, while sitting down on the bed frame. I explained to her that I wanted the twins to be tied just the way as she had been a couple of days ago, but I wasn’t sure if I remembered correctly how to do it. “Would you let me tie you up, while you give some advice?” “Well…” She was clearly thinking about it. “Okay, but only for a moment, like I said, I have some more things to do, shortly.” “Thanks. You’re the best.R
Thu Aug 5 10:23:37 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tricked – part 4 of 6
Kim removed her white blouse, she didn’t wanted it to get wrinkled, and I could see the leftovers from the ropemarks that were still on her arms. “Now remember, it doesn’t need to be tight, it needs to be snug, that way you can keep your prisoner much longer tied up.” I said I understood. Then Kim turned around and offered her wrists. I had picked up a 10 meter rope, one of the old ones, and started wrapping it around her wrists. I cinched it and tied several knots, making sure they were out of reach of her fingers. “I see you learned your lesson well, I don’t think I can escape from this.” She said, while wriggling her arms to see how much play she had on the ropes. I was still holding the remaining length of the rope and waited for her to stop wriggling. “Would you stand still while I tie you up?” I said. She looked at me and started laughing, but she turned her back towards me again and I started wrapping the rope around her waist. Three times the rope went around her waist before I had to cinch it between her wrists and her body. Kim wriggled to see if she could get free. “I’m your prisoner. What are you going to do with me? I know you didn’t want to do this just for practicing your rope technique.” I turned red in the face, which told her she was correct. Quickly I told her what I had seen. “I thought I could get my revenge on the twins and get you tied up at the same time.” Kim had to laugh again. “I see. And what are you going to do with me now?” “We visit the twins, but first I would like to gag you, so you can’t tell them what happened.” “Hmmm, how about me just keeping my mouth shut?” “That’s not the same, it should be real.” I said with played annoyance in my voice. Kim reluctantly agreed to be gagged and I rummaged through the ropes and bandages.
To be continued?
Thu Aug 5 10:24:04 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tricked – part 5 of 6
I found two rags in between the bandages and rolled up one into a ball. Kim opened up her mouth when I presented it to her. It was not a real big piece, so she could fit it in her mouth relatively simple, but still big enough to muffle most sounds. One of the bandages was not used yet and I picked it up and wrapped it around Kim’s head, much the same way as I gagged her last time. She tried to make some sounds, but all that came out was some muffled noise. “Come on prisoner.” I said, while taking her by her arm and guiding her to the door. Before going out of the shed I looked outside to see if anybody was there, but it was all clear. The distance between the pool area and the buildings was big enough so there was only a small chance that anybody would see me and Kim. We got to the building with the twins in it without any problem. It was still raining a bit, just enough to get wet, but that didn’t bother me. Helga and Sabine were standing were Kim had left them and they were both listening to the sounds that Kim and I made. It was impossible to get close to them without being detected because of the stuff that was lying around in the building. Kim and I stopped about a meter away from Helga, who was closest to me. By now they had been tied up for almost 4 hours and the clearly had enough. I changed my revenge plans and decided to let them go. Carefully I approached Helga and undid her blindfold. As soon as her eyes had adjusted to the light and she saw me and Kim, she started to tell me to let her go. In the mean time I had removed Sabine’s blindfold. She was a lot quieter and just waited for her sister to stop. Then she asked me about Kim and I told her the story.
To be continued…
Thu Aug 5 10:24:36 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tricked – part 6 of 6
“Okay ladies, here’s the deal. From now on there will be no more kidnappings, if somebody gets tied up it is voluntarily. Secondly, we play by the rules we agreed on earlier.” Since Kim didn’t know these rules I explained them to her. “Thirdly, Kim is also a player in these games and she will also obey the rules.” She looked surprised at me and said something in her gag, but eventually nodded her head in agreement. “If you don’t want to play along these rules, let me know and you can see if you can get out of your bondage on your own.” Kim just nodded again, the twins both agreed to obey the rules. “Okay, since we all agree, I’ll let you all go. Besides, it’s almost time for the barbecue.” Smoke from the barbecue near the pool could be seen from here. I untied Sabine first, told her to untie Kim while I untied Helga. We grabbed our stuff like Kim’s blouse, the ropes and bandages, and went back to the pool area. The rest of the Friday turned out to be great. The weather cleared up, the barbecue was very good and we had a great time listening to the stories told by the adults. None of us ever said a word to the others about what had happened that day. The next day was a Saturday and that meant new guests, but also the departure of some current guests. My family still had two weeks to go, Kim would be there the same period, while Frank, Marcus and the twins would stay for another week. Destiny and Thomas would leave on coming Wednesday, so we had plenty of time for more games.
Stay tuned for the continuation of the games on this page.
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Thu Aug 5 10:25:02 UTC+0100 1999Something funny happened at the end of part three, the line should read:
You’re the best.” I said.
To be contiued...
Thu Aug 5 13:48:14 EDT 1999Dudalb: I DID NOT GO TO BOB'S CHATROOM YESTERDAY!
That must've been an imposter! Tons of those around...
'Ciao.Zorro
Fri Aug 6 00:33:15 UTC+0200 1999Hello everyone. I enjoyed the latest stories and hope to read more soon!
Zorro, I have some questions. What do "the underdogs" and "all pyshed up" mean? (Football Bet Dept.)
Zorro again: what was St Paul doing there? Is not St Peter supposed to be there? (Heaven & Hell Dept.)
Ciao a tutti!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Thu Aug 5 19:52:21 EDT 1999Hey Zorro, I'll handle the football questions Andy asked. Since my team stinks so badly, I think I can do it :).
Andy ... "underdog" is the word many people use to mean someone or some team that is not likely to win. If you've ever seen a fight between a really skinny kid and a big muscular man, you probably thought the skinny kid was going to get his butt kicked. In that situation, the skinny kid would be the underdog.
"Psyched up" is just a reference to his attitude. He was ready for the game to start in other words. Other words he could use were "pumped," "excited," "ready to rumble," etc.
I hope that covered it.
And about that St. Paul / St. Peter thing, it's a joke, and I don't think it was meant to be bibically/religiously correct.
Jeff
Thu Aug 5 19:58:05 EDT 1999Just another note, Andy, my team is always the underdog to the outside world. Last year the team had 2 wins and 9 losses. And in all truthfullness, many people were surprised that we won 2 games. We are the butt of many jokes at the school, but I don't care. So come every Friday night (when we play) to our fans and the other team's fans, we are the underdogs, though for the most part ours still cheer for us.
Jeff
Fri Aug 6 02:01:30 UTC+0200 1999Grazie (Thank you) Jeff for the information! In Italian when a sports team are "the underdog", we call them "a mattress team" - that is, the opposite team could even take a nap if they wanted to!
Thanks again and ciao!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 6 02:06:57 UTC+0200 1999APPLEVISION SHOW AUGUST 5 (1/4)
Bob's Chat, August 6th, 1.00 to 2.00 am (Italian time). There were (in counteralphabetical order): MickStupp, Mase (aka Mason), Hooch, Hawkeye. And obviously I was there too. This post comes from our chat session because I like best to try down in the chat the things I plan to post here.
In Italy there is a TV show named "Melevisione" (Applevision or such) that has little kids as a target. The TV studio is made up to resemble a Fantasy Wood and there are costumed characters that act their part: Gnomes, Fairies, Witches and so on. They all are young and talented actors no more than 30 years old and they play little stories and offer a couple cartoons (in this period, mainly ones by Richard Scarry).
Just yesterday (Thursday) an episode was on with a very particular situation. A Big Bad Wolf was to take two of the Gnomes as prisoners. Here Hooch remarked that he thought he only went after pigs, and Hawkeye reminded us of Little Red Riding Hood. I think that Lupo Fosco (Misty Wolf) is just a peculiar kind of a wolf. But on with it...
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 6 02:37:58 UTC+0200 1999APPLEVISION SHOW AUGUST 5 (2/4)
The two prisoner Gnomes were a lad and a girl. The Wolf tied them up back to back in very mild a way, just some coils of rope around their bellies and arms while they were back to back. Right then a... well, strange thing happened. The Wolf had decided to enjoy a R. Scarry toon on the Applevision and after that the two Gnomes started annoying him so he decided to gag them (here Hooch remarked that he was not just big & bad, but a smart wolf too!). I will now write down their lines.
Male Gnome: Oh no, he's goin to gag us!
Female Gnome: Oh no, never! [1/10th of a second pause] Me first, me first!
Wolf: Stop that, I will decide which one to gag first!
(Wolf Gags MG, very loosely)
FG: Oh, no!
(Wolf gags FG, very loosely too)
Wolf: Phew! Now you'll stay quiet!... After that it was very funny seeing the Gnomes continuously losing their gags and trying to catch them back up... with their noses! But that "Me first" by the FG was very... tingling!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 6 02:39:26 UTC+0200 1999APPLEVISION SHOW AUGUST 5 (3/4)
I just must say that there is a happy ending after all of that. Misty Wolf admits that he is just a fairy tale character and that he would never have eaten them and releases them. But keep in mind that that was a TV show for 3 to 5 yo little kids! Hooch here said that maybe he was wrong when he said kids have lousy TV shows, but said that he thought that the writer had the kids parents in mind. Well, it is probably so! Both Hawkeye and Hooch said that if they saw that they would probably tune in regularly (hey, are not there some foreign TV impresarios that would like to buy the format or translate the show? Come on, after all Italian TV schedules "Rimba's Island" daily!).
That is just it! Did the writer really have the kids parents in mind? Who knows! Well, I think that for a 3 to 5 yo oriented show it just was enough for a bondage scene. What the heck, kids will surely have plenty of time to learn some more! ;) (Hooch agreed about that!)
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 6 02:41:13 UTC+0200 1999APPLEVISION SHOW AUGUST 5 (4/4)
Well, here it was. Hooch and Hawkeye told me that they thought that this little thing should fit in well in this place. Hawkeye said that, after all, even though it's not a story about kids, it is a story written for kids. I just am very curious: I wonder if in the future the kids who watched the "Applevision" show will become bondage fans... What do you all think?
AFTERWORD: Both Hooch and Hawkeye gave me permission to use part of our chat to make this post; they also gave me permission to report their comments about all of this. I want to thank them very much. Hope you enjoyed. And as usual, please excuse the poor quality of my English.
Ciao a tutti!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 06 12:47:37 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Andy,
Thanks for posting that. Yahh, theres no doubting that telly does influence many a bondager (or bondagette) Gee, they start early don't they?
Having said that, these not much wrong with your English. I could write the amount of Italian I know on a postage stamp - a very small stamp at that.
See you around later.
Note. My own football (Australian rules) side, St. Kilda only seems to win when we are the underdog, and when we are the favourites, we lose. Ngrrr! It is very annoying!
mason
Thu Aug 05 23:59:02 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999I came across this page completely by accident while "researching" some related topics and thought I would drop
in a bondage story from my own childhood.It was a stiflingly hot summers day during the school holidays of 1980 and I was becoming bored as one does
when alone at home at the age of 13. I was trying desperately to find something to do to occupy my time and I hit
on the idea of playing cops and kidnappers with my friends Jon and Kate from next door. As it turned out their
mother was away for the morning so the three of us had two houses and backyards to use for our nefarious
purposes.I explained my idea for cops and kidnappers to Jon and Kate and they were most enthusiastic, all we had to do was
decide who would be who. We drew straws to fairly alot our roles for the game. Jon became the cop, Kate the
kidnapper, and I the "victim". Jon was to sit in the small cubby house at the back of my garden, so he couldn't see
where Kate took me, then after 20 minutes was to begin his search with the aim of finding and freeing me and
apprehending Kate the kidnapper.While Jon waited his 20 minutes Kate forced me, at the point of a capgun, to her house and, once inside, to her
room where she announced that I was to be bound and gagged.Triphammer
Triphammer@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 06 00:07:53 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Part 2
Kate began by telling me to lie on the floor with my hands behind my back. I did as I was told and after some thought on how to best restrain me she produced 2 pairs of long white socks and 2 belts from her mother's room.
She bound my hands firmly behind me with one of the socks then proceeded to use one of the belts to tightly truss my bare feet. She had obviously used her thinking time well (and had probably seen some TV tie-ups) as she used the other belt to secure my upper arms to my chest. I realised at this point that I was quickly becoming quite
helpless and had that point firmly reinforced when she stuffed the other pair of socks in my mouth and used the partner to the one binding my hands to complete my gag."That should hold you," she said as she surveyed her handiwork.
There I was completely trussed and gagged on the floor at the mercy of a 13 year old girl wearing a pink t-shirt, faded blue denim skirt and a pair of rubber thongs. I was really enjoying myself and have to say that in a pubescent way I was excited at being her prisoner and being able to see her feet at such close quarters. That didn't last as she said that she wanted to find out what Jon was up to and announced that she would be back in about 10 minutes. Like I was going anywhere or wanted to go anywhere at the time!
"Keep quiet or else!" were her final words as she left the room and closed the door. I heard her thongs slapping against her soles as she walked down the hallway and realised that for a few minutes at least I was alone.
Triphammer
Triphammer@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 06 00:10:29 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Part 3
I tested my bonds and squirmed helplessly on the floor. After only a few minutes I was soaked with sweat as the day was drawing towards noon. I couldn't get loose! I had been effectively trussed by a GIRL! (What an affront to boys sense of masculinity) I tried calling through the gag but the sock held firm and muffled my cries for freedom. (In truth while the gag was tight I probably could have spat it out - but I really didn't want to).
After a few more minutes of struggling I heard the sound of thongs coming down the hallway. I might have been helplessly bound but I didn't want Kate to think that I wasn't trying to escape so I began to wriggle and MMMFFF through the gag.
The footsteps stopped outside the room and the door swung open to reveal a pair of feet in thongs only these feet weren't Kates (or Jon's for that fact) they were her mother's. She had returned and heard my struggles. She was quite surprised to find me there and I too was mightily embarrassed.
"What on earth is going on here ?" she demanded.
"MMMFFF MMMFFF" I replied as best I could through the sock, cleave gag.
Triphammer
Triphammer@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 06 00:12:00 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Part 4
She bent down and unbound the gag from my mouth and, after spitting out the socks, I explained the situation to her. She giggled and explained that it was no wonder I couldn't get loose as Kate had a lot of practice in the past tying up her two younger cousins while babysitting. Then she said that she shouldn't interfere with our game and
regagged me then and there. I didn't know what to make of that!Before she closed the door she said she would look in on me in a few minutes if Kate hadn't returned.
She looked in on me twice and each time I MMMFFFed that I was alright while sneaking a look at her feet. I think she noticed me doing this but said nothing.
A few minutes later Jon frogmarched Kate into the room after capturing her and tickling my wherabouts out of her.
Naturally I sneaked a few looks at her feet as she unbound me.This was the first but not the last of our holiday tie-up adventures.
Triphammer
Triphammer@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 06 03:05:19 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Hello. It's time for me to post another one. Before I do, I would like to thank a few people for making some nice comments about my last story. So, thank you to MS, Andy V, Mason, dudalb, Matt and PH! I always appreciate the kind words.
Dudalb, I am anxiously awaiting the ending of your Steffi story. Great job so far!
I would also like to welcome Burke to our merry family on this site. I enjoy your stories greatly, and hope you continue to post more.
Ok, here we go....
Fri Aug 06 03:16:59 !!!First Boot!!! 1999In the summer of 1977, I spent three weeks at my Aunt Jean's house. My cousins Donna (13), Shirley (11) and George (7) had spent the previous week at my home, and when my Uncle Steve, came to pick them up on Saturday, I simply rode back with them.
When we arrived at my Aunt Jean's, the neighborhood kids (and our partners in bondage) Becca (14), her brother Jim (12), and Karen (13), each welcomed me back. I had to admit that I was very apprehensive when I met Becca again. After playing a bondage game with my cousins and some kids from my neighborhood (see my post in the July Part Two archive), I had made a stupid comment to the effect that Becca was a female Darth Vader (the reason being was that Becca always played our bondage games with such fierce enthusiasm and fiery vigor--especially when she was the captor--that she earned a reputation of being a real spitfire). Donna swore she would tell Becca about what I said, and it was a matter of waiting for the other shoe to drop. But I figured I would be safe from any reprisals today, because it was Saturday, and we never played bondage games when all of the adults were home.
Or so I thought....
Once I had settled in, my Aunt Jean made an early supper for all of us. I finally got to meet my oldest cousin Keith's (16) steady girlfriend, a sixteen year old who we'll call Lori. Lori didn't make a very good impression on me. Throughout dinner, she kept calling me Jim, and referred to Jim as "Doug". When corrected of this mistake for the 50th time, Lori whined, "It's not my fault, they look so much alike!" (the only traits Jim and I shared was our age: 12 years; our hair color: blond--and, at that time, we were similarly dressed in jeans and T-shirts and were both barefoot; however, apart from that, we could never have been mistaken for twins).
Fri Aug 06 03:22:28 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(2 of 8)
After dinner, Jim and I sat on the back porch steps and got caught up on what was happening. Then Becca strolled over. Barefoot, she was clad in cut-off denim shorts with a short-sleeved blouse. Her shoulder-length blond hair was pulled back into a single pony tail. She bent over us and said, in her best Lori-impression: "Let's see, which one of you is Doug?" Pointing at her brother, she added, "Are YOU Doug?"
Taking about as much as he could stand, Jim curtly excused himself and rejoined the others inside the house. Becca, never missing a beat, shook my hand and calmly said, "So, you must be Doug. Hello. Remember me? Becca? You know, the female Darth Vader?"
My smile faded as my stomach shrunk into a icy little knot. Despite the heat and humidity, I felt a cold wave of fear slide up my back, making the hair on the nape of my neck stand up. Becca tightened her grip on my hand and pulled me up to my feet. "We're going for a walk," she whispered into my ear. "Don't try anything funny, understand?"
As we strode past the opened screen door, with Becca's hands tightly gripping my shoulders, I could hear George say, "Oh gawd! She's grabbing him RIGHT NOW!!!"
This was followed by a harsh "Shhhhh!"--then I saw Donna press her face up against the insect screen. "Becca," she said with a giggle, "you are really sick...."
"Love you too, dear," Becca cheerfully replied, as she escorted me to her house, which was just a few doors away. I soon realized that abducting me now wasn't such a crazy idea, since both of Becca's parents were now over at my Aunt Jean's, thus giving us the run of her house.Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:26:46 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(3 of 8)
Once inside, she brought me downstairs, to a basement storage room. Retrieving a "bondage bag" from behind some boxes, Becca pulled out a length of rope and proceeded to bind my wrists together behind my back.
"Y'know," I said, "I was only joking, Becca." I tried to sound casual, but that was hard to do when your hands were being bound behind your back. "I didn't really mean it. It was just a joke."
Becca spun me around so that we faced each other, then she laughed in an overly exaggerated manner--sounding like a cartoon-like guffaw--right in my face. "See? I'm just joking too, sweetie!" Becca said in a way-too-cheerful manner that scared the hell out of me. Grabbing my shoulders with both hands, she added, "Now, SIT DOWN!"
Becca made me sit in a cross-legged position on the floor. Once there, I watched with interest as she knelt down in an isle between two free-standing storage shelves, which held boxes and other odds and ends. Becca and Jim's father was a carpenter who was always working on their house. These shelves were his latest project, which he built over the winter. They were made entirely from wood, supported by eight exterior beams--four on each side.
Becca busied herself with tying a strand of rope around one of the wooden beams that supported the shelf unit. When this was tied to her satisfaction, I was brought over and made to sit on the floor, with my back facing the wooden beam she had tied the rope around. Becca then secured my already bound hands to the beam. She had to lay halfway under the shelf to bind me to the beam, and--at that point--I got to admire her long, lovely bare legs, which were already tanned from the summer sun.Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:32:01 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(4 of 8)
I swore to myself then that I had to tie her up sometime within the next three weeks, and not just once. I also swore vengeance against Donna, and just about everybody else--hey, it was a new summer of fun at Aunt Jean's; I had a lot of catching up to do.
I sat with my legs stretched out, the soles of my bare feet just touching the support beam of the opposite shelf unit. Once she securely fastened my hands to the beam, Becca then tied my ankles together, then fastened them to the support beam of the shelf unit opposite of me. My ankles were secured with another strand of rope that was tied vertically over my original ankle bonds.
I had to admit, I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to move my legs--just a simple bend of my knees--until I discovered that there was no slack on my ankle bonds. The only movement I had with my legs was wiggling my bound bare feet back and forth, as if pushing a pair of invisible pedals. I even tried feeling for the knot which fastened my wrists to the beam behind me, but that was a lost cause. You would think that, since it was my first bondage game with her this summer, Becca would have gone easy on me.
Satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, Becca sat down across from me, with her back against a box. She stretched her legs out across the isle and folded her arms over her chest. Staring right at me, she gave a weary sigh and said, "So, I'm a female Darth Vader, huh?"
Once again I swore up and down that she wasn't a female Darth Vader; I babbled that the whole thing was just a stupid, stupid comment which I never should have made. I was completely tied and at her mercy, did you think I would say anything otherwise?Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:36:49 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(5 of 8)
Then, without warning, Becca cupped her hands over her mouth and flawlessly imitated Darth Vader's heavy breathing. This cracked me up to no end. Becca then knelt over me and solemnly said, "We shall now discuss the location of the hidden Rebel base."
She raised her hands over my bound body in a dramatic fashion, then proceeded to tickle my stomach and bare feet mercilessly, which sent me into wild fits of hysterical giggles. At one point, I tried to tell her that the Rebel base was on Yavin (hey, I'm no hero), but thanks to her endless tickling, all I could get out was "YAV! YAK! YAH!" I had been laughing so hard, tears were streaming down my face.
Becca abruptly stopped tickling me and sat up with an attentive look on her face, as if she had just heard something. I was still giggling until she hand gagged me and placed a finger over her lips. She reached into her bondage bag and gagged me with several strips of tape.
Assured that I would not say anything, Becca ran over to the opposite end of the room, where she switched off the lights and hid behind the opened door.
We were no longer alone in the house. I could hear a rapid, high-pitched conversation in the hallway outside. It was along the lines of "I'm not going in there, YOU go in there!"; "Come with me!"; "HELL no!" and so on.
Finally, one courageous soul appeared in the doorway, alone. It was the fair Karen who braved the dark and risked capture to seek me out in the shadows. Karen the lion-hearted, who was barefoot, clad in shorts and T-shirt. She was, quite simply, doomed.....Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:41:26 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(6 of 8)
She took a few tentative steps into the room, her bare feet silent against the tiled floor.
"Doug?" she called in a meek little voice. "Are you here?"
In response, Becca slammed the door shut, throwing all of us into darkness. Karen screamed, Becca screamed, the gang outside the room screamed, and I wished I could have been able to cover my aching ears!
Becca flipped the light switch on, and I saw Karen crouching in the center of the floor, waving her hands above her head as if warding off a bat attack. She let out a loud yelp when Becca came up from behind her and gave Karen a jolly bear hug. Karen, seeing me, broke away and ran over to me--as if I were in any shape to protect her!
Becca grabbed Karen again from behind and hand-gagged her. She gently went "Shhh!" into Karen's ear as she grabbed another strand of rope and started binding Karen's hands behind her back. To do this, Becca had to release her hand gag, and once she did, Karen glanced at me with concern and said, "Are you all right?"
I nodded. I couldn't help but be mesmerized at the sight of Karen kneeling before me, getting her hands bound behind her back by Becca. Karen let out a dramatic little grunt as Becca cinched off the knot which bound her wrists together. Karen always brought a vivid imagination to our bondage games and would play-act her role (be it captive or captor) to the hilt. She even shook her head and let out a whimper as Becca taped her mouth.
Caught up in Karen's enthusiasm, I also leapt into the part of a frustrated captive who made another desperate attempt to free myself--but to no avail. Karen and I were both trapped in this madwoman's basement and completely at her mercy!Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:45:37 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(7 of 8)
Becca the "madwoman" was whistling a merry little tune as she bound Karen's ankles together. This nearly caused me to burst into laughter again, but I restrained myself. Once Karen's ankles were securely tied, Becca helped her to sit with her back up against the shelf unit opposite from me. It became obvious that Becca was going to bind Karen's wrists and ankles to the shelf units just like I was.
However, Jim poked his head into the room and announced to Becca that their parents have been sighted walking down the street.
Becca knelt back and let out a curse. Make no mistake, while she usually acted aristocratic and haughty, whenever she didn't get her way (which was rare), Becca would not just curse like a sailor, she would out-curse the saltiest of sea dogs under the table.
She got to her feet and conferred with Jim about the possibility of continuing this game even with both parents home. Jim thought this was a bad idea.
While Becca may have bound her hand and foot, Karen wasn't tied to the shelf unit like I was, so she used this diversion to try and wiggle and writhe her way over to me. I wasn't sure what she was going to do once she reached me, but I must confess, I enjoyed watching her make the attempt. She flailed around on the floor like a fish out of water, grunting and groaning all the while. If Oscars were given out for Best Performance as a Captive during a Bondage Game, Karen would have won hands down. She had my vote.
Becca finally came to the realization that having both of her parents present in the house would throw a major monkey wrench into this game. She reluctantly came over and officially called it quits.Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:49:55 !!!First Boot!!! 1999(8 of 8)
Karen was so wrapped up in her own little role-playing game that she ignored Becca and kept right on writhing and squirming around on the floor--until Becca stepped right over her bound body and said, "Excuse me, Pauline, but the game is over."
Karen abruptly ceased her struggles, releasing a muffled "hmmm-humm" from under her gag.
Needless to say, the game ended there. My cousins joined us as Karen and I were untied. They announced that Becca and Jim's parents had just entered the building. Now free, I got up from the floor, grateful to finally be able to move.
Karen, who still sat on the floor, raised her hands up to me and asked, "Doug, could you help me up?"
I helped Karen to her feet. Oddly enough, she wouldn't release my hand right away. When I frowned at her, Karen started shaking my hand profusely, as if to say thanks, before finally releasing it. It was getting a little cramped standing there in-between the shelf units; Karen stood very close to me, staring at me intensely. In fact, whenever I glanced at her, she would look away quickly.
We went upstairs--but not before Becca told Karen and me that we were still her captives and that this game will continue in force the first chance we got. I figured it would be most likely Monday, when most of the adults were away at work, that we would resume the game. But, something funny happened just before then. I'll tell you about that in the next installment. As always, thanks for reading.
Doug
Fri Aug 06 03:54:40 !!!First Boot!!! 1999That's that for now. Before I go, I would like to wish Gillian B a speedy recovery from her hip surgery.
And, Andy V: I wish we had some of the TV shows that you guys enjoy over there!Doug
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Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com
Fri Aug 6 14:42:31 UTC+0100 1999Great story again, Doug. I just wish I had your youth. My 1982 adventure was the closest I came to playing that kind of games as a kid.
Please don't wait toooooo long before continuing your story.
Fri Aug 6 15:19:11 UTC+0200 1999Triphammer: very interesting. Please post more stories!
Also, what happened to the story by Kevin? Will we ever get to know the remaining part?
Ciao a tutti!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 6 14:46:42 EDT 1999Hey Doug man, great story, as always. Your childhood never ceases to amaze me. And I can't wait for the next one, but I don't even want to think about that little surprise.
Hey FH, don't complain too much, at least you had an experience. =I
Triphammer, interesting story.
Andy, I think Italy's "underdog" name is a lot more intersting (not to mention your cable TV), but at least we in America believe that our teams have a slim chance.
Jeff
Just for information, I was in scouts myself from 1956 to 1962, my brother 1960 to 1965, our father from 1956 t0 1969 [assistant scout master from 1956 - 1958, scout master from 1958 - 1969] . We always had various scout magazines, leadership phamplets, guides, and manuals around the house. If there had been one with an official game involving tieing somebody up, I would have been scheming like mad to somehow get my mother and the neughbors involved in it.My only concern about the 'official aspect' of the game, is that the Boy Scouts of America may somehow hear of this. Be realistic now, if TRIPOD got a letter from BSA complaining about this page, would they even bother to inform Canuck before they shut it down.
BTW, Canuck has not even acknowledged my e-mail.
MASON
does the formula one divided by 2 pi times the square root of LC have any meaning for you?Harmonizer45
Fri Aug 06 22:01:51 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999The captured princess
Part 1/10
Hi! Nobody stopped me, so here is my second experience with bondage. Well, in fact it is most probably not my second experience. I'm sure there were other occurrences of this topic in my life, but they all could be told in one or two sentences. The most valuable ones include more than 'just a bondage scene'.
I forgot to mention my age in my last story. I was about 7 when we visited Mallorca I think, and this story took place only a few years later. When I was 9 years old, my Mum and Dad were close friends with another family and we used to visit them quite frequently. They had two kids, Mark (14) and Eve (11). While our parents were chatting in the living room, we used to play games outside or just hang around in Marks or Eves room. Actually Mark wasn't with us too often. He was a member in various sports clubs and spent most of this summer practicing tennis, playing football or something like that. So one day, Eve and I were in her room and gathered ideas of what we could play. I think it's time for a short description: She was a little taller than me, quite slim, with long, blonde hair with a slight tone of red and a relatively pale skin. Thinking about it now, I would describe her as very interesting girl with an Irish look. While she proposed fascinating things like playing board games (*yawn*), I had the idea of starting a role playing game. She would be a princess living in a beautiful palace and I would be some kind of villain, maybe the evil prince from the neighbor castle or some kind of hooded claw, I don't remember exactly. She liked the idea and our story began by pretending she was riding through the countryside on her trusty white horse (in other words, she was hopping around in her room).Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:05:07 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 2/10
I can't remember exactly what we played in detail, but it was relatively boring because I just didn't find a way - or now that I'm grown up to face the truth - I didn't find the courage to direct the game into a direction that I would have preferred (*grin*). The rest of my time at her place was adequately boring because she was mainly creating the story. Just to make this clear: I haven't thought of bondage for a second until then. Okay, maybe I did, because I thought of it a lot (and still do today), but I didn't realize that she could be a victim. To make this short: It took several visits for me to see what opportunities lay ahead.
So some visits later, we were in a very similar situation. Her family had come over to our place, so we were hanging around in my room, thinking of what we could play. She was wearing a short, blue dress (with white dots or flowers or something like that), white socks and blue sneakers. She was exploring my shelves and my toy boxes, while we both proposed games we could play. Suddenly I heard her giggle. She had found a 'playmobil' doll that was totally wrapped up with a thin rope. I remembered that I had really just used it to store the piece of rope somewhere. But now that she held it in her hands, thousands of probable misinterpretations ran through my head that she might think of. The most frightening thing was that these misinterpretations would be relatively close to the truth (being a "bondage-freak" would be quite true...). I expected at least some jokes or inconvenient questions, but she only said "Oh, funny, a prisoner", and looked at it from all sides.Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:05:26 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 3/10
** Wait a second... You know what?! It's the second time a doll is a key element in initiating one of my early bondage adventures. I know, you won't believe it, but I have really just realized this fact while I'm typing this story. Hey, that's real cool. I can't believe that I haven't thought about this myself... Maybe it's because I wasn't able to recall these stories at all until I found Cannucks site... Whatever, back to our story. **
I watched her while she was curiously examining the tied up doll, and I'm sure her first reaction - the girlish 'oh-how-funny-he-plays-with dolls-and-even-ties-them-up-giggle' - was just to hide her real thoughts. She was fascinated. It was really not much rope work. Just some rope wound around the arms and torso of this doll. You know, these dolls are really not flexible enough to be tied up in a more realistic way, and as I said, it was just some thing I had used to store the rope. I still remember the expression of her face: Kind of puzzled an earnest, somehow entranced. This was my chance. I proposed to continue our game of the princess and the villain, and she woke up. She said she'd like to continue and for some reason, we played the exact same scene as in our first story. She traveled through her kingdom on her horse and eventually rested near a river. I still remember quite clearly, that she bathed her feet in the river - that is, she put off her shoes and socks and dangled her feet down the edge of the bed she was sitting on. The evil prince sneaked up her from behind and captured her. Now being quite inexperienced in capturing princesses I just said something like "okay, now I've captured you", the scene changed and she was warped into my dungeon.Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:05:46 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 4/10
This was a bit difficult for us. None of us had any idea of how to create a dungeon or at least one cell in my room. Okay, it almost looked like a cell, considering that my room was really small, but in this case it was our world. She had just travelled through it pretending it was her kingdom, so we couldn't use it as a dungeon cell. I decided to use the small space between the end of my bed (it ended in a solid board that was about four feet high - isn't something like that called footboard?!) and the corner of the room behind it. So we had three prison walls (the end of the bed and the corner of the room). She steeped inside and knelt down. I don't remember what I said or did at that time. I think I was too excited to activate my internal recorder. What I do remember is that both of us were a bit unhappy with our prison. It had no door. I tried to find something to lean against the bed and use as a sliding door, but I couldn't find anything appropriate. Guess what happened next.
"What if you tie me up?", she asked.
It hit me like a flash of lightning. "G-good Idea!", I replied and started to search my drawers an my closet with trembling hands to find something to tie her up with and to gain time to calm down and to act cool again. I didn't want to show how excited I really was. Good thing I was practicing Karate at that time. Soon I found my two belts, a white and a yellow one (okay, these were my only Karate belts, but hey, I had just started taking lessons...) and asked her if this would do. She nodded and took them from me. Then she tried various methods of tying up herself. In fact it looked a bit funny, because she seemed to have absolutely no clue of how to tie somebody up at all. She didn't even realize at first, that tying up yourself is far more difficult than tie up somebody else (and that's difficult enough).Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:06:04 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 5/10
Finally she gave the belts back to me and asked me to help her. No problem, if only my hands didn't shake so much. I entered the cell and sat down next to her. She was sitting Japanese style (kneeling on the floor with her bottom resting on her heels) and offered her hands to be tied in front of her. I wound the white belt loosely around her slender wrists two times, then around the previous rounds between her hands to tighten the bonds. I made sure that there was quite a long piece of belt left after I made some knots. Then I asked her to lift her body up from her heels and to lift her heels up as well. She rose until her body was upright from her head to her knees and changed the position of her feet, so they rested on her toes. I used the yellow belt to tie her legs together shortly over her knees and tied up her ankles with the remaining part of the long belt. Then I took the remaining end of the white belt, pulled it down and led it through her legs between her thighs until it lay between her calves. From there I led it further under the yellow belt that tied up her ankles, then between her feet and up around the yellow belt until it lay on her calves again. I judged the length of this piece of belt and led it back the same way it had come, once around the part that tied up her hands and back to her feet again. I couldn't reach her ankles this time, but I asked her to sit down again. She did, and I slowly pulled the belt until her hands were pulled against her upper thighs. This tightened her bonds and gave me enough belt again to reach her ankles, where I wanted to fasten it. The only problem was, now that I had pulled the white belt tight, she had to sit on her heels and there was no way to reach the yellow belt anymore. I thought about the problem for a brief moment and finally found something we could try.
"Can you lay on your side for a moment?", I asked.Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:06:34 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 6/10
"I don't know", she replied, "If you help me."
I helped her to slowly tilt to her side until she rested on her shoulder, which was not so easy in this narrow cell. As soon as she lay there, I stepped around her and sat down next to her feet. The end of the white belt was still between her feet under the yellow one and I pulled it tight again, because it had become loose again after she had laid herself on her side. I watched as her hands were pulled between her calves and began to be quite proud of my invention. Then I fastened the end of the white belt at the yellow one between her ankles. I helped her to get into her previous position again and checked the bonds at her wrists. Then I left the cell and watched my prisoner. Eve looked with this fascinated expression of hers on her bound wrists and slowly turned and twisted them in the white belt. She seemed to be surprised, that these bonds were effective or she was so much concentrating on being tied up that she forgot to say anything or to continue with our game. I didn't mind. On the contrary. I was grateful for every second I could watch her struggle. She tried to pull her hands up, maybe to be able to use her teeth, but that didn't work. In fact, they were forced to remain nearly between her legs covering her crotch. So she bent forward and tried to get her head closer to her bound hands. No chance. The only thing she could reach was a part of the yellow belt that tied her knees together. She bit into the strong fabrics some times, but the knot was placed on the other side and was now completely covered by her own legs. Her next thought was to stand up, but my bonds didn't just pull her hands down, it pulled her feet up at the same time. So it looked as if she wanted to get up and simultaneously pushed herself down with her hands pressing on her upper thighs.Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:06:52 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 7/10
She didn't struggle wildly. It seemed more like a careful examination of her bonds and she tried to find out what she was still able to do tied up like this. She found out that it was not much. So she sat still again and produced a perfect helpless-princess-in-a-dungeon-expression on her face. Not knowing what to do I asked something like "Is it comfortable?".
For a brief moment her role of the princess was interrupted and she replied "Oh, yes, feels okay", and smiled at me. "Have you tied up someone before?"
"N-no", I lied, "Why?"
"You seem to be real good at it. I mean, I'm sitting here, as if I was reading a book or watching TV, but I can't stand up."
"That's how it should be", I replied and smiled with my hooded claw expression.
"Are you finished?", she asked.
"Finished? Ah... Yes, I mean, I think... Why?"
"No gag?", she asked and again I felt as if somebody held my lungs and other inner organs in his hands and squeezed them.
Again I tried to gain time by looking around my room thus hiding my face which, I was sure, had become red like a traffic light.
"Any Idea what we should use?", I asked trying to sound as bored as possible (which surely sounded still as excited as a little boy on Christmas).
"How about a hanky?", she proposed.
I opened another drawer and looked for a hanky that was big enough. Soon I found one and showed it to her.
"Yeah okay. That will work", she nodded her head and looked at me.
I must have looked real silly, but I remember that I stood there with this hanky in my hand, watching her as she waited for me to do something for at least ten seconds. Must have been something like a emergency shutdown procedure in my head because of too much cerebral activity.
"But you gotta help me with that, you know?", her voice hit the override button and my systems were coming up again.Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:07:07 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 8/10
I stepped behind her and held the hanky stretched between both of my hands, holding it at opposite corners in front of her face.
"Not like this. You gotta use another one."
Now that was cool. She was sitting there, tied up and gave me instructions of how to gag her. Not bad. It made my work a lot easier. I didn't have too ask "may I do this", "how about tying it that way", etc. So I took a second one out of the drawer and waited. While gesturing vividly with her bound hands still being pulled down to her upper thighs, she explained that I should spread out the bigger one of the hankies on the floor. Then I should crumple the other one to a small ball and lay it at a corner of the first one, then roll it up in the direction of the opposite corner. I had guessed what she had planned after the very first syllables of her directions, but I worked slowly and waited for every proposal how I should continue until I was finished. It seemed she was enjoying this...
Again I stepped behind her, careful not to step on her toes and admiring the sight of the small part of her bare soles that was visible behind her. I held the new gag in front of her face and she opened her mouth. I slowly pulled the stuffed part of the hanky between her teeth and felt how she pushed her head forward to help me with my task. Then I puled it tight and knotted the ends behind her neck.
"Okay like this?", I asked.
"Mh-mhh", she replied and nodded with a satisfied expression on her face as she turned her head back and up to me.
I returned to my drawer and took another hanky. I enjoyed the question mark in her face, smiled and stood next to her. Then I blindfolded her.
"It's a dark dungeon, you know. You shouldn't be able to see so much."Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:07:36 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 9/10
She nodded again and obviously began to play her role again. One could think she couldn't act or play anything tied up, gagged and blindfolded like this, but believe me, she did although she didn't move too much. Man, what a sight. I have no problems at all to recall this picture.
"You'll be my guest for some time", I continued to play along and used the voice of the evil prince again. "Don't go anywhere!"
I don't know why everybody uses this sentence in a situation like this, but I did it too, left the room and closed the door. My heart was beating rapidly, and I needed a pause to relax and sort my thoughts. I couldn't think of much more than the picture of Eve, sitting tied up in my room. I listened and waited for sounds which proved that she tried to free herself, but I heard almost nothing. Just some muffled sounds that showed how hard she worked in there. I decided to return inside after one or two minutes and opened the door. Being totally busy with herself, she didn't even notice me entering the room. So I had the opportunity to watch her work at her bonds without her knowing that she was being watched. I had expected to find her rolling over the floor or even almost free, working on the last knot, but she sat there exactly the way I left her. She looked down, concentrated like a meditating monk and just moved her wrists and feet once a while. I didn't know if she really fought against her bonds or if she just pretended doing so. If she was just pretending, then why? Did she like the feeling of being tied up or did she just play her role always careful not to destroy the atmosphere by accidentally freeing herself. Our game continued by the evil prince entering the dungeon. I closed the door as silently as possible (it was still open because it would have produced another sound if I had closed it, and I didn't want her to notice me yet), then opened and closed it audibly.Ronin
Fri Aug 06 22:07:52 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999Part 10/10
I removed the blindfold and we pretended that I had sent my servants to bring her to my rooms. So I removed the gag too and she played the frightened and shy princess again. I still know, that the way she behaved almost took all of my strength. I mean, she played her role so convincingly, that my knees were like rubber and I had rather slipped into the role of the hero that rescued her (good sign, isn't it?! I mean regarding my character and... Ah, forget it.). Anyway, our game ended soon after I had freed her. But one thing I recognized when I untied the knots was that she had really been tied up securely. It was not easy to remove the belts, and she had to wait until I was completely finished before she could pull her hands out of the cuffs I had created.
We repeated this game a second time, I think, and she ended tied up again, but it would be boring to repeat the entire story, I think.
I will try to remember other situations and once again: Reading your posts is the best way to remember the own experiences. I'm very glad to have found this site. I hope you forgive me for lurking around months before I posted my first story.
Another thing I don't want to forget: Now that I've posted my first works, I realized how important feedback is. Seeing this now through the eyes of a poster lets me regret the fact that I haven't said a word about the fantastic stories I've read so far.FH: I really like your stories.
All other posters: Yours too, but I can't remeber the names too well after I read so many stories... ;-)Okay, enough for now (before I sound like making a speech at the academy awards presentation)
Dudalb: I think we'll have to chat about Toshiro Mifune and Samurai films some day. Maybe in bobs-chat or on IRC. Or per e-mail?
Ronin
Sat Aug 7 01:20:30 UTC+0200 1999Ronin: Wonderful! Do just go on like this!
Jeff: Er... it was NOT CABLE! You see, RAI is the Italian State TV Network and is just a plain old TV system (even if a branch of it is on satellite). "Melevisione" is actually available to everyone.
Ciao again!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 06 19:04:03 1999Harmonizer45's e-mail
my commentsDudalb
hurry up and finish !!!
Fri Aug 6 20:37:23 CDT 1999I now have a bit of a dilemna. While on the whole I'm not sure I agree with Hamonizer 45, he did have at least one very valid and legitimate point. If the BSA ever somehow found out that someone said they encouraged anything that the term "bondage" could even be loosely applied to, they would be extremely upset. They would probably deny it, protest it, and send a letter to Tripod.
If Tripod recieved a letter that had anything that could even be considered "implied criticism" from the BSA about this site, it would be gone as soon as they looked up the adress.
While I hadn't considered this before, I have to agree with Harmonizer 45 on at least one point, mentioning the BSA in any context except that they teach people how to tie knots is asking for trouble, regardless of whether or not it's true.
Outside of that, I'd also like to say that I've liked the latest batch of stories.Dorren
Sat Aug 07 11:27:46 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Ronin - You asked for feedback. Ask and ye shall receive...
I enjoyed your story - It was lovely and innocent. Eve certainly must have been one cool girl....
Doug, Yet another top effort. I remain envious of your adventures as ever. Apart from Scouts, we (Nicky and I) only ever played tie up games privately.
Harmoniser - r.e your 'maths' question. I'm sorry, I have no idea what you are on about. Maths was NEVER my stong suit at school either... (laughing)
mason
Fri Aug 6 20:34:15 EDT 1999Just a few quick comments since that is all I have time for now.
Maddogdw, I wrote you a letter, but my email log makes me think that I rebooted my system before I hit the send button.
Mason, I find your stories very entertaining and I am disappointed that I haven't seen more here lately. I hope that changes soon.
I think that what has attracted people to this forum is the feeling of acceptance one gets here. For many of us, there aren't many places we can go where we don't feel a need to put up a front to limit the opportunites for criticism. Most of the time, people can come here and be themselves without fear of criticism as long as they post within the guidelines as far as sexual explicitness, violence and humiliation go. While this isn't explicitly stated on the top of the page, this culture is what has attracted so many to this page.
Occasionally, people come in here who are insensitive to this aspect of the existing culture and decide to help Canuck police the page by wanting to make sure most of the rules are being enforced to the letter. They do not realize that if that were done, most of the people who are here today would be somewhere else. These people probably don't mean harm. They just don't realize that others don't share their passion for minute detail.
I guess I'll wrap up by saying that this forum became so popular because Canuck established some initial guidelines, then like a good parent, allowed the forum room to grow and find it's own personality. If he had smothered it with strict enforcement of every detail, it would not be what it is today. Personnaly, I enjoy the atmosphere. If you don't, then I hope you find what you want. The internet is pretty darn big, and I'm sure there's a corner out there somewhere that is just right for you.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Fri Aug 6 20:18:22 PDT 1999Good news about Gillian B! She is home from the hospital and the surgery was a complete sucess. She reports much greater ease of movement with her repaired hip them before.
On the use of the term bondage I avoid it becuase of it sexual implications. I prefer the term Tie up games for these stories because it avoids the implication. I am not denying that there were some sexual implications to our games when were kids but we never mentioned them during the younger period
(When I was 14-15) and only jokingly in the later period (17-18).
Nice story as always Doug!
Nice story Ronin! You have gained much honor...
TTW when you see Phantom Menace notice that the Jedi Swordfighting style if pure Samurai-much more then in the first films.
I should have the conclusion of my latest story up by Tuesday...dudalb
Sat Aug 07 01:13:51 1999Harmonizer:
Thank you for expressing your concerns. Yes, the BSA is a bit more "uptight" than they were in the 50's and 60's, what with gay activism, and the New Jersey Supreme Court decision that says the scouts have to let gays in. These conditions did not exist in the 50's and early 60's. The scouts are also more centralized now, having gone from 12 regions, to six, and now, to four.
I also agree that today's BSA might get a bit upset with having "bondage activities" associated with them.
Yet, at the time, "Hog Tie the Rustler" was just one of nine games that appeared in one issue of The Boy Scout Program Quarterly." I saw about ten issues of this publication, containing 90 games, and this was the only one I remember, that called for one scout to tie another. I'm not sure, but I think the games were sent in to the publication office by scoutmasters around the country, and the editors picked ones they thought were interesting, or would appeal to the scouts. I also think that the National Council was more attuned to the units, than it is now.
If you remember the 50's as I do, for most of that period, and extending into the 60's, seven to nine of the top ten television programs were westerns. Guess what happened in westerns. :-)
I think "I love Lucy" and "The Milton Berle Show" were the only two non-western programs to crack the top ten for a number of years.
But to address your concerns, I will be more careful in the future, and will drop references to the scouts, unless it is an intregal part of the story.
Again, thank you for your concern, and for the "heads up." Besides, since I already identified the "core group" of 14 who played, as who they were, and how they fit in to our "circle of friends," further mention probably would not be necessary.Burke
Burke
Sat Aug 07 17:30:32 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Feel free to disagree, but I do not think the BSA would have any problem with the stories that have appeared here. They are merely recounting our childood experiences. Besides which, they were all entirely innocent activities, such as "Tie up the Rustler". Those kind of activities would probably (sadly) not be acceptable nowadays but back then, a different culture prevailed.
Therefore, there is nothing to worry about!
Oh and by the way, I could not agree more with Charlie's comments. Absolutely spot on.
And, Charlie, I PROMISE that will write another 'Nicky' tale. It will be about the time she got me back for the time I tied her up next to the pool and splashed her with ice cold water before making her walk the plank...
I wouldn't want to disappoint my fans... (laughing) Just so long as no crazy abducts me just like the unfortunate Paul Sheldon in Stephen King's "Misery" was by his 'Number One fan' to make me write more 'Nicky' stories...
I apologise for not writing for so long but i've been busy with other projects including several fictional stories. No prizes for guessing the topics....
mason
Sat Aug 7 12:02:14 EDT 1999Mason, Charlie B, Burke, relax. This site is in no danger from "the man".
It's nice to see that there are so many fellow writers here! I just write as a hobby, but I hope to one day make a book. My grandpa is a writer, so I have a connection.
Not that anyone cares, but my stories are usually about teenagers, vigilates, and vampires (yes, you heard right). All have violence, none are boring and half don't have happy endings....y'know, like LIFE!Thanks for answering Andy's questions, Jeff. As for why idiots keep impersonating me, I'll never know.
I'll post again soon. 'Ciao.
P.S.] Go see "Mystery Men"...it just came out and it rules! It's like "Ghostbusters" for superheroes. Check it out!Zorro
Sat Aug 7 13:52:05 EDT 1999Andy, saying cable TV was just another one of my little generalizations. Whenever I think of Television I always think cable. Sometimes, if I know the person "sattalite" (sp?) will go into my mind, but more often it's cable. But I understand.
Ronin, cool story, though I must admit I skimmed it.
Zorro, when were you impersonated, I did not notice...
Jeff
Sat Aug 7 13:55:27 CDT 1999Reading all these stories bring back a few memories of my own. I love this site and will tell some in a little bit
Saroun
Sat Aug 07 12:27:28 1999Well, it sure is nice to know that Zorro is in a
position to make authoriative statements on behalf
of TRIPOD, and that Mason is privy to the
leadership of the Boy Scouts Of America. Could you
two please clarify your exact postions with them?
My whole point was that at present the BSA
leadership is pretty uptight. They probably would
not react well to even the slightest hint that
something they don't approve of now might have
been sanctioned in the past.
TRIPOD probably doesn't even know that this site
is here. How long do you think it would last if a
major national organization started bitching about
it. Why don't you clarify the matter for us Zorro?
***Burke***
Thanks for the intelligent response to the issue.
Maddog may have a point, maybe different councils
had different manuals, guidebooks, whatever. My
dad would always ask us about his ideas for
meeting activities. If he ever received anything
about the rustler game, I am sure he would have
mentioned it, and I would have lain awake nghts
trying to fgure out how to get my mother and her
friends involved as the rustler. But, then maybe
he just dismissed that idea out of hand and "lost"
that issue. PEACE BETWEEN US.
***Charlie B.***
I appreciate your well thought out response. To be
honest, I feel that this site is changing from a
"TRUE CHILDHOOD EXPERIENCE" discussion site, to a
"WHO CARES IF IT IS TRUE AS LONG AS YOU POST A
STORY" site, and the only comment allowed is
"GREAT STORY". I guess I was mislead by Canuck's
statements at the start of the page. YOU"RE A GOOD
MAN CHARLIE B.Harmonizer45
Sat Aug 07 14:08:46 1999BTW, WEBTV tells me that they have had no other
complaints about strange looking posts.
They guessed it might be some kind of HTML
interaction problem.
But until I tell them what page I am having
trouble with, they cannot do a thing about it.Harmonizer45
Sat Aug 7 18:21:37 CDT 1999Ghost in the graveyard.
When i was younger i played many tie up games with my friend and his two sisters, Jill, and Brandy. Jill was my age and Brandy was one year younger. Both the girls were average and I was never atracted to them but I did enjoy tying them up. They always said that they didn't like me to tie them up but many times when I was over they would show me rope and other various materials and then hint for me to tie them up. Of course I always enjoyed it. Any way when I was about twelve my friend Dave asked me to play ghost in the graveyard with him and his sisters. At the time there was another girl living on the street her name was Sandra. She was pretty and I was attracted to her. Sandra was my age too. Ghost in the graveyard is the opposite of hide and seek. One person goes to hide while the rest of the people look for the ghost. The ghost then jumps out and whoever is tagged is it. So we started with Dave being it.Sarom
Sat Aug 7 18:35:13 CDT 1999Ghost in the graveyard (2)
Always on the look out for a chance to tie up the girls ecpecially Sandra I thought this might be a good chance. We played for an hour then it was time to eat what luck. I went home and ate while Dave and his family did too. Sandra had already eaten so she went inside and waited for us. After supper I ran to my garage and grabbed a role of duct tape. I then grabbed three socks, and three bandanas. At the time I had a club house in the backyard. It was a big wooden box with a door. The window and door were covered with a blanket. I put my goodies in the club house. I went back outside to play and found that Dave had to do dishes and would not be out for about a hour. I was glad because i never did like to get Dave we always teamed up. Luckily the rules were you had to split up. Of course I voulunteered to go first. The girls counted and I ran to the back of my house and waited in the back yard.Sarom
Sat Aug 7 18:46:18 CDT 1999Ghost in the grave yard (3)
I sat there and waited for about five minutes when i heard someone coming down the gravel drive way. I hid in the shadows around the corner of my house and waited. I saw Brandy and I jumped foreward clamping my hand over her mouth and grabbed her across the chest with my other arm(She was only 11) pinning her arms to the side. i was bigger than all the girls so I could overpower one of them at a time. Brandy was very surprised and let out a moan into my hand. She struggled wildly so I told her it was me and that calmed her down. I took her back to my clubhouse and kept my hand over her mouth the whole time. I went through the blanket and told her I would not let go if she was going to scream. She nodded, I slowly removed my hand from her mouth. "What are you doing," she whispered. "I'm making the game more fun," I said. "Not for me," she said as I was tying her hands behind her back. "Come one let me go," she said. I simply ignored her. She just said "Oh all right." She didn't want to be tied it seemed but she didn't really mind it.Sarom
Sat Aug 7 18:58:00 CDT 1999Ghost in the graveyard (4)
I rolled the duct tape around three times before I stopped tying her wrists. I then wrapped the duct tape around her ankles three times and then her knees were bound. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I wrapped some more duct tape around her chest three times. "I can barely move, you don't have to tie me that well," she said. "What are you going to do to mmmmmmmmppphhh." I stuffed the sock in her mouth and quickly cleave gagged her with one of the bandanas. I then put three strips of duct tape across her mouth. She struggled but to know avail. I had a battery powered lantern in there at the time. She moaned as I turned out the light making it very dark. I then left wtih one last look of her struggling against my binds. I went back to my corner to wait for my next victim.Sarom
Sun Aug 08 02:15:39 1999The Camera Caper, Part 1
Dad was Scrooge personified. If we asked him for a dollar, he'd give us a dime - a quarter if he was in a good mood. (But Mom made up for it.) That's why we were so surprised when he brought home one of those new-fangled Polaroid instant cameras, that developed a picture in 60 seconds. In terms of 1950's dollars, they were expensive, and so was the film, which gave eight photos per pack.
Like the dutiful father he was, he taught the four of us to use it, just in case he wanted to be in the picture, and could not take it himself. It was his pride and joy, and woe be unto anyone who messed with it. He kept it in a glassed-in case in the living room. Our guess was that it was there so that any of his friends came over, they would see it. He had it, he was proud of it, and he didn't mind letting other people know.
It was Friday. Mom and Dad were at work, and Billy, Cathy, Ray, and I wear home from school on what was called an "in-service" day. The teachers had to go to school, but the kids were off.
We all had various chores to do around the house, abd Ray and Cathy, who had gotten up early, were done with theirs. Billy and I had slept in, and were in the basement, sorting and separating laundry. (You'd be amazed at how much laundry is generated by a family of six in a week.)
Cathy came down, and started giving us crap about something (I forget what). Of course, Billy and I rose to the bait, and I soon had her, face down, in a pile of dirty blue jeans and colored T-shirts. I pinned her arms behind her, and Billy rolled up a pair of pajama pants, and tied them around her hands. Another pair was used for her ankles, and a pair of jeans was used to bind her arms. It wasn't pretty, and probably wasn't very effective, but it would hold her for a little while.Burke
Sun Aug 08 02:44:06 1999The Camera Caper, Part 2
To top off our masterpiece, Billy took a pajama top, and wrapped it twice around Cathy's head, with the first wrap as a gag, and the second, as a blindfold.
"You goys about done? We got a ball game at one!" called Ray. "Yeah, Ray. We'll be right up!" I replied. Not satisfied, Ray came down the stairs, and saw Cathy struggling. "Why didn't you tell me you had Cathy?" Ray asked.
Then our little brother did the unforgivable. He ran back upstairs and got Dad's new camera out of the cabinet, and brought it down. Standing about five feet away, he snapped a picture of Cathy, waited the necessary minute, then took another one.
Cathy, whose mouth and eyes were still covered by the PJ top around her head, was still able to distinguish two bright flashes. "Afff's at?" she muffled through her gag.
Meanwhile, Billy, Ray, and I were looking at the two photos, and making rude comments to Cathy, and each other, and laughing up a storm.
We ran out the film pack on Cathy (two more photos), with Ray in one, and Billy and I in the other, all of us in poses of "conquering heroes." Then, we let Cathy go, and showed her the photos. She came unglued! She also made loud threats about cutting our bodies into little pieces, and feeding them to the goldfish, with the larger chunks going to our two cats. All we could do, was roll around in the dirty laundry, laughing like lunatics, and holding the photos out of Cathy's reach.
We recovered, and tucked the photos into the fronts of our jeans, where Cathy wouldn't dare to reach. Then we discovered we had another problem - how to replace the film we had taken.Burke
Sun Aug 08 03:09:12 1999The Camera Caper, Part 3
Between the four uf us, we had about 75 cents, and a pack of film cost $3.95, plus tax. We needed another $3.40, and we needed it in a hurry.
It is said that the gods protect dogs, damned fools, and children. I guess the gods were smiling on us that day, for, as we got back to the work of sorting the laundry, I came across a $5 bill in the pocket of one of Dad's pants. Billy turned up a couple of quarters from a pair of Mom's slacks. For us, this was an incredible stroke of luck. And, on top of that, it wasn't stealing, either. Mom had made the house rule long ago, that whoever sorts the laundry, gets to keep any money they find. (We suspected that she slipped a few quarters and dimes in, when we were out.)
We biked off to the store and got the film, then shot off four shots, so that the camera would have the same amount of film as it had when Ray got it. As for the photos, they were the perfect "blackmail" material for us to use on Cathy, but we had our own sense of honor. Later in the day, we took them out to a clearing in the woods behind our house, and burned them, much to Cathy's relief and delight.
But thinking about it all these years later, I wish I had kept one. But it was just too much of a risk to keep any around. If Dad had ever found one, we'd all have been grounded for life.END
Burke
Sun Aug 08 19:33:40 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Thanks for posting Sarom. Nice story.
Burke, your story really made me laugh. Very well told and very funny. When are you gunna come and join us in the chat? We'd like to meet you.
mason
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Mon Aug 09 01:33:45 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Sarah’s Birthday-abduction, Part I
During my recent vacation in western Sweden, where our summer-house is, I came across items and went to places that reminded me very much of the teen-age games I used to play with my friends.
In early July, I told how we used to play War of the Roses, more of a war-game. In previous posts I have told about different kind of kidnapping games we used to play. The best ones were those where the victim didn’t know that he/she would star in a great abduction. We would kidnap someone as retaliation for some former event, simply as revenge. When Joe and I planned and performed those kidnappings of his cousins Sarah and Jenny we had some of the best ever games of my childhood. This is a description of one of the first-ever kidnappings where the victim was totally unaware of what was coming. Of course the dialog is somewhat of an after-construction, but events went as follows:
We were about thirteen at the time these events took place. As usual we were spending the days of summer at the beach and in the boat-house at Joe’s and his cousins’ parents’ house. This day we were simply tanning ourselves on blankets in the sand and did nothing except taking the occasional swim in the warm water. It had been a very warm and nice week and no-one had the urge to do anything else.
We were discussing Sarah’s upcoming birthday, and we all wanted to know what she wanted as a gift.
Mon Aug 09 01:36:54 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Sarah’s Birthday-abduction, Part II
Sarah’s Birthday-wish
-I think I’d like an adventure for my birthday, said Sarah.
-What kind of adventure?, asked Jenny.
-Like in one of the books we read all the time, chasing a spy and get kidnapped and perhaps rescued by you guys, she said with a laugh.In those days our favourite literature was Swedish translations of books like "Nancy Drew" , the Blyton series, stories by French author "Bonzon" and others like that. (I’ll tell you, the kids in those books got tied up a lot!)
Later that day, Joe, Jenny and I got together to plan a kidnapping of Sarah that would make her happy. Sarah was doing chores in the kitchen this day and we could do the planning without interruption in the boat-house. We decided that we would have to trick her to go somewhere where we would be able to grab her and tie her up. It was also essential that she didn’t see us as we grabbed her. Although she would know it was us, the kidnapping must seem to be done by strangers.
We experimented with different kind of equipment to use as to get Sarah bound, gagged and blindfolded as quickly as possible. Joe and I elected Jenny guinea-pig and tried grabbing her as she entered the room. Jenny was in jeans and a T-shirt, barefoot as usual and had her long, blonde hair in a ponytail. She would come into the room and we grabbed her from behind. I held her arms and Joe blindfolded her. Every time Jenny managed to look around and see us.
PH
Mon Aug 09 01:39:22 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Sarah’s Birthday-abduction, Part III
The Perfect GiftJoe came up with the idea of putting some kind of a cloth-bag or something over the victim’s head. We tried a pillow-case, but the fabric was too thin and Jenny managed to see through it. At last we used an old bag made of heavier fabric that was dark blue. We did a dress-rehearsal and as Jenny walked in I grabbed her and at the same time Joe put the bag over her head. As I held her arms pinned to her sides, Joe forced a bandana in between her teeth, pushing some of the bag in with it. Jenny grunted angrily, playing her role well, as I forced her arms behind her back and Joe tied her hands. Soon Jenny was on the floor, bound, gagged and blindfolded. We tickled her a bit, just to make sure the gag was efficient. Her angry screams were muffled by the gag, and we were satisfied.
Sarah’s birthday was celebrated in the usual L.-family style. She got presents in the morning, and our family was invited over for coffee, lemonade and a cake later in the afternoon. After dinner we were to perform our kidnapping. We had told Sarah that she would get her present from us later. She would go on a treasure-hunt for it.
We met in the boat-house after dinner. The girls’ mother had forced them to wear dresses this day, but those had quickly been changed for jeans and T-shirts after dinner. Sarah had her reddish-brown hair in braids, and Jenny her usual ponytail.We gave Sarah a map to go by in her treasure-hunt. She had to go to different places around the estate and finally take a path into the woods that would take her to one of the many abandoned hunting-cabins. She ran off across the beach, sand spraying from her bare feet.
PH
Mon Aug 09 01:40:31 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Sarah’s Birthday-abduction, Part IV
Kidnapped by Spies
As she was out of sight, we collected our ropes and bandanas and the blue bag and went to the abandoned cabin. We hid in the damp and cold cellar and waited for our victim. After about fifteen minutes we heard the sound of bare feet coming down the steps to the cellar. I grabbed Sarah and she screamed in terror. The bag went over her head and Jenny gagged her. She was taken completely by surprise and so shocked she forgot to fight. Soon her hands were tied behind her, her ankles tied together and we were looping long pieces of rope around her upper body and her legs. We carried her over to one of the walls and sat her down. We had prepared some heavy wooden beams and placed them on the floor, one by the wall and one about a metre away. We tied Sarah’s hands to the one by the wall and placed her feet on the other one, tying them down, making her completely immobile.
Now followed the best dramatic scene in our abduction. We had prepared a tape with some lines read by one of my older cousins in a deep, grim voice. We had been completely silent during the time we tied Sarah up, and as I pushed the "play" button, my cousin’s voice said something like:
-You are now our prisoner, young lass, and we shall keep you here until you tell us where the secret formula is hidden! If you don’t tell us we will torture you until you go mad! You will stay here during the night and we will discuss this in the morning!
At this key-word we left and banged the door shut. Sarah was alone in the darkness of the cold, damp cellar, tied, gagged and hopefully scared stiff!
PH
Mon Aug 09 01:41:34 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Sarah’s Birthday-abduction, Part V
Grand FinaleWe left her there for only twenty minutes. When we went back in, we saw how she stiffened, hopefully afraid of her kidnapper’s promise to torture her. We started to tickle her feet and soon her body was shaking with laughter, laughter that was severely muffled by the gag. After some ten minutes of tickling we removed her gag and the bag over her head. Joe held a powerful flash-light in her eyes and we all sang "Happy Birthday to you!"
Sarah laughed and cursed us at the same time. As we untied her she said that she knew it was us all the time, but played along just to make us happy. I’m not so sure of that…
She got another spy-catcher book from us as a birthday-gift.PH
Sun Aug 8 23:24:01 EDT 1999Burke your story jarred loose part of a memory, I recounted part of it to mase and Gillian in the chatroom over a year ago, but I'm sketchy on the details, and I know how quick Certain People can be to label a person a liar around here if your facts are not to their liking, so I won't bother posting it up on this site; until and and unless I can recall the facts more clearly, maybe track down the other two living participants, and return with signed affidavits.
If the BSA does get wind of the Burke's stories, and if they they do raise a fuss, I'll wonder who could possibly have tipped them off? I'm still waiting for vague,idle threats from the Vatican over my mention of a catholic youth magazine. If I ever want to read a 100% factual document, I'll curl up with the phone book, after they send the errata cards out to correct it. Human memory at its best is never 100% percent efficient, and to all of you who have risked having themselves called liars or worse, thank you for your time.
Not everyone is going to like your work, and remember that most who do won't say so.I'm saying so now
Sun Aug 8 21:55:08 PDT 1999I am a little behind on the Steffi story, but I will have it up by Thursday. I had better. My computer goes in a major rebuild on Friday and I will be offline for anywhere from three days to a week. So if any of you contact me using my hotmail address you will be out of luck after Friday. All this so I can Play Half Life at a decent speed.....
Burke Great story. Nothing is so sweet as revenge on a kid sister. My sister and I got along pretty well but we had our little diffeences which were resolved in our usual way....
PH Good story as always.You guy played rougher then we did.
Ron I agree that this inquisition (shades of Mel Brooks) on this site has got to stop. Only Canuck has the right to judge material's suitability for this site.
Final word on Gillian B. She was her usual self in the chatroom today and when the operation is healed will be much better off then before.
Ex-Leech are you still out there? You have not posted for a while and a lot of us as waiting for a certian mom in you stories to get what is coming to her.....dudalb
Mon Aug 9 00:43:32 CDT 1999hey, does anyone have any duct tape self bondage tips? I can do most of my body, but I can never get my hands tied right. Any suggestions? (I've already searched the web...)
N.T.
econolodged@usa.net
Mon Aug 09 00:03:31 1999Ron
Sorry to see that you think I called Burke a liar.
I didn't know you were a member of the thought
police.
I just went through the current postings and
couldn't find anything to that effect.
In fact I didn't say anything more than "I have
e-mailed Canuck my concerns over Burke's scout
stories". [Go back and see what was actually
posted by whom and when].Then the bashing started.
Both before and after I actually posted my concern
and my reasons, Burke himself responded very
intelligently and thoughtfully, as did Dudalb,
Dorren, Charlie B. and Maddog on his site. At
least two other persons shared my concern. But,
since I expressed that concern, somehow that means
I am out to get this page, not protect it. I do
not at all appreciate the implication that I am
going to go to the BSA about this.
I don't know what you are worried about anyway,
Mason and Zorro have both said that there is
nothing to worry about.Charlie B.
For a short time period there was a page I really
enjoyed, it was even sort of affiliated with this
page. But Maddog says the thought police from here
gave him so much grief over having a seperate page
that he just decided it wasn't worth it.Maddog
I think "Maybe They Are, Maybe They Aren't, True
Stories of Childhood Tieup Games" would be better.harmonizer45
harmonizer45@webtv
Mon Aug 09 05:31:27 1999I appreciate the support, but one thing I would like to make clear, is that I do not believe that Harmonizer called me a liar. His remembrances of the 50's may be different than mine, but then, he may not have lived in the same area as I did. (I grew up in the southeast)
As for my stories (all three of them so far), I have always said that they were based on fact, but when my memory fails, I rely on "creative reconstruction."
I remember one other game from scouts, but this one was strictly the product of the imaginations of some of the older (13-15 year olds) kids, and was 15 years after the late 50's (1973). It was called "Annihilation," and was a cross between "Hog Tie the Rustler," flag football, and a free-for-all. (Most of the kids loved it, but it took a long time to play, and was played only on campouts). One person described it as "controlled chaos." If anyone's interested, I'll post the rules.Burke
Burke
More mail
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Dorren
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http://www.angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Mon Aug 9 11:30:09 PDT 1999First, thanks to all my friend in the "moms' net". :) I appreciate your comments and suggestions.
Secondly, I recommend against ever letting your sons use cable ties. They are just impossible to get off and must be cut. A few of us have had the same experience.
Sara Jean
sarajean35
Mon Aug 09 17:02:34 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Hey guys,
After a (too) short vacation, I'm back. And what do I find on the site? Lots of good stories (thanks to all those who posted), but also lots of posts about a relatively unimportant matter (for me at least). Who really cares if the "Hog Tie the Rustler" game was really in the BSA's game book? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Anyway, how could we check, and most importantly, why would we want to check? The story was good, and plausible. That's what really matters (again, IMHO). And if the BSA ever raises a fuss about this (of which I doubt), I'll make sure all reference to them is erased. But I doubt this will be necessary.
So, please, will you drop the BSA thing?
I don't really care if the story posted are "creative reconstructions", as Burke puts it. I understand that after such a long time, it's difficult to describe events exactly as they happened. Who can remember conversations after so many years? So I don't expect stories to be historical accounts.
So again, thanks PH, Doug, FH, dudalb (I never get enough of your stories, guys!), Sarom, Ronin, and all others who I might have forgotten.
And here's a story I received by email. Enjoy!
Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com
Mon Aug 09 17:24:23 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Thanks to Andy V and Jeff who acknowledged my first efforts at posting one of my childhood tie up stories. I would like to take the time to share another with all who maybe interested.
KATE'S DARE
Part 1
This story began innocently enough one weekend and ended with results that would warm the heart (and possibly other places) of anyone who likes playing tie up games.
My last story included myself, Jon and Kate (my next door neighbors) but for reasons I cannot recall Jon was not at home for a couple of days so this story revolves around myself and Kate.
Kate and I were talking one afternoon about nothing in particular but were holding our conversation not with words but with messages that were written on a piece of paper and slingshotted using rubber bands between us (don't ask me why it was just fun). I was sitting in my room on the bed and leaning out the window and Kate was
sitting on the back ramp of her house so we were separated only by our respective driveways and the fence dividing the two properties.Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:26:42 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - Part 2
Now Kate and I were of an age that we had noticed for some time the difference between boys and girls and I suspect that we had a crush on one another and this will hopefully explain some of the excerpts from the notes we wrote that I am about to share. (These are direct quotes or else paraphrasing to save time but are accurate in
content as the crumpled notes have defied the years and are still with me).As we were firing notes back and forth my mother came into my room with my lunch which was a piece of barbequed chicken and salad. As Kate was reading the load of rubbish I had just written to her I began to eat the chicken. When Kate had finished writing back and fired the note through the window this is what it said:
"Don't sit there eating chicken in front of me or I'll mug you and thats a promise not a threat".
I replied with "You can mug me anytime honey. PS it is delicious!"
Her answer flew through the window again, this time a little closer to my head. (Deliberately I think!) and read as follows:
"I said mug not make love to! What would you do if I tried to mug you?"
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:27:48 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - Part 3
I thought about this carefully and then replied "I will tie you up and gag you if you try to mug me then I will finish my lunch in front of you before going out and leaving you like that!"
My message was a deliberate attempt to provoke a response and it worked a charm.
With typical Kate acidity she answered with "It wouldn't worry me if you went out all day because I have a picture of you that I can sweat over" (I knew Kate really didn't have a picture of me but I liked where the line of conversation was going).
Quickly scribbling I sent the following " If you are tied up and gagged you can't even kiss the picture and besides I could blindfold you!"
"Darling I would do anything for you!" came the sarcastic response.
Trusting to luck and wanting to get an interesting" response I asked the following "What would you do to get loose if I tied you up?"
"I don't know, it depends how hard you tie me up and where you tie me up".
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:28:53 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - Part 4
The response wasn't all that I had hoped for (I was kind of hoping for a description which might include struggling and trying to call for help) so I made the best of the situation and replied with the obvious.
"Since you ask I would tie you up very tightly. I would tie your hands behind your back, some rope around your arms and chest and I would tie your feet together and your knees and I would gag you with some of that green tape (very sticky stuff that I had used to fix the leads on her old stereo a couple of days before)and some thick rag
then I would stuff you in my wardrobe honey. PS love you lots!"This time the response was worth getting: "I probably wouldn't get out of that, I would just have to wait for you to get home. But I would love to see you get me in that situation. PS I love you lots too."
At this stage I forgot all about silly notes and invited Kate to come around the next day, when my parents would be out, kind of daring her to allow me to get her "in that situation".
I waited in anticipation all night long and just about pushed my parents out the door to do their shopping the next morning. A short while later Kate arrived in a short skirt, T-shirt and cute, pink, rubber thongs. (This is how she often dressed during summer and I just loved it, which I think she knew).
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:30:25 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - Part 5
I didn't waste any time directing her towards my room because my parents weren't going to be out all day and I wanted maximum tie up time to enjoy my "captive". Once in my room I directed her to put her hands behind her back wich she dutifully did. They were soon bound firmly and inescapably in place. Next I took care of her arms by
by strapping them to her sides with one of my belts, making sure to put the buckle right in front where she would have the least chance of undoing it with her hands behind her. Then came the gag, my favourite part to this day.
"Open your mouth" I said, and when she did I filled her mouth with a very large piece of rag that had been folded many times into a dense wad. Once inside I put tape over her lips, about three pieces from memory, which went from just under her nose to the point of her chin. She obviously thought I had finished silencing her because she
let out a surprised MMMPH when I placed a folded up pillow slip over the tape (again from under nose to chin)
and tightly bound it at the nape of her neck.I surveyed my work so far and was happy with the results. Only her legs were loose and I was going to enjoy tying those cute feet. I made her step over to the wardrobe and helped to to get in and sit down. Not being a large wardrobe her back was against one side and her feet were firmly pressed against the other which had the delicious effect of spreading her toes. I bound her feet tightly, making sure to hold her by the heels as I did so and then secured her knees.
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:32:56 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - part 6
I looked at her sitting there helplessly bound and gagged and said "Now that you're in this situation what are you going to do?" As if on cue she began to squirm and MMMPH as loudly as the gag would allow. I allowed myself the luxury of watching her struggles for a few more moments before closing and locking the wardrobe door. She continued to MMMPH theatrically and then not sure if I was gone or not went quiet for a while (probably listening
to hear if I was still in the room or had lived up to my threat and gone out). The MMMPHing began again but this time it was the sound of her genuinely pulling at her bonds.After about ten minutes I opened the wardrobe door to check on her, she hadn't even managed to get slightly loose and had only succeeded in working up a sweat. She made some slightly annoyed MMMPHs but I ignored those and told her I'd be back in another ten minutes and then maybe I'd free her. She continued to grunt, gag and struggle for a while after I Iocked the door again.
After about five minutes I heard Kates mother calling for her from their back door and struck on a spur of the moment plan which excited me a great deal. I ran to the back door, down the steps and out into our backyard where Kate's mother could plainly see me.
"Have you seen Kate?" she asked.
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:34:06 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - Part 7
"No." I lied, thinking how delicious it was to have Kate as my helpless captive.
"Maybe she's gone to the shops". I added making my way down the driveway and standing under the open window of my room where I hoped that Kate could catch snippets of our conversation from inside the wardrobe.
"If you see her tell her I need her please" she said and then turned and went inside. Needless to say I stole a long glance at Kate's mother's thonged feet and soles as she walked inside.
I went back inside and unlocked the wardrobe, by the sound of Kate's MMMPHs she had heard a fair bit of the conversation and wasn't happy! I grabbed her by the armpits and pulled her out onto the floor and asked her if she would like to be untied. She nodded her head and MMMPHed in the affirmative. Then I told her there was one more thing I had to do and she MMMPHed pleadingly and began to squirm as I removed her thongs, pinned her legs and tickled the soles of her bare feet unmercifully. She howled with muffled laughter and was shortly released from her bonds.
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 17:35:24 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Kate's Dare - Part 8
She stayed at my place for a little while longer to let the marks of her bonds fade so that her mother wouldn't get suspicious and kissed me on the mouth when she left.
That was one of the best tie ups I ever had. Shortly after Kate and I became an item for a little while but what happened there is not for these pages. Kate, Jon and I did have earlier but less exciting tie ups previous to this one and I may write about them soon. I also have a few stories concerning another friend with whom I played tie up games.
If anyone enjoys my childhood/adolescent adventures and would like to hear more please let me know.
Goodbye for now,
Triphammer
Mon Aug 09 18:34:39 1999Now that Canuck has finally weighed in on the
issue, I can wrap this up,
I want to thank you all for providing me the data
I needed.
I hope that those of you who took the whole thing
so seriously and actually tried to be objective
about it won't feel too used. The half dozen or so
who behaved liked intelligent adults didn't
actually shift the curve or skew the overall
results that much.
The rest of you provided invaluable data to
support my contentions about the average
intelligence of the people who frequent sites like
these.
If it is any consolation, your smart to dumb ratio
is much higher than sports related sites.
Results of my study should be published in about
six months or so.
I hope I didn't cause any problems.
My best wishes and profound thanks to everyone who
participated.Harmonizer45 (Robert)
Tue Aug 10 01:56:18 UTC+0200 1999Triphammer: Enjoyed it very much! Thank you and I hope to read more stories by you.
Your means of communications, well, those "silly notes"... Was that the pre-history of chatrooms or email messages? ;)
The Thong's, well, they are interesting. A very popular musician here in Italy stated that they are a cleverly hidden Alien weapon designed to make Humans lose their big toes and lose their balance! ;) again!
And the chicken... Wow! Room service!
Keep up the good work!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Aug 9 19:41:57 PDT 1999Dows anyone here know the address of the babysitters in bondage site? If you do please e-mail it to me thanks
Mike
Tue Aug 10 08:55:49 EDT 1999The URL you are looking for is: http://books.dreambook.com/toasta/bsit_bg.html
I have placed it in the homepage slot here so that it will be a hot link.
Charlie B
http://books.dreambook.com/toasta/bsit_bg.html
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 10 10:50:53 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Well, I am still here. I've been away for vacation and had to catch up on a lot of work when I got back so I haven't been able to keep up with the stories or write any of my own. The next story where Nancy and I tie up Nancy's Mom is about half written. So I may be able to post it in a week or so.
Sorry, summers are really busy.
Thanks for all the great stories, even the ones I haven't been able to read yet.
Ex-Leech
458781024@bigfoot.com
Tue Aug 10 13:23:38 CDT 1999That was a great story, Triphammer! Thanks for taking the time to post it.
Harmonizer 45, I'm sorry you feel that way, but everyone's entitled to their opinion, and at least you were reasonably polite in how you said it.
Canuck, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to straighten this whole situation out, as I think it was quickly becoming unworkable. Thanks!Dorren
Sun Aug 8 17:40:32 EDT 1999So, that was your agenda all along, Harmonizer45, or Rob. Trying to find out how dumb people are, like Jane Goodall and the chimps? That's what all your whining was about?
At least it was for good cause, but I'm left with a bad taste in my mouth....or was it that taco..?You want a ratio, Rob, here's one: average HUMAN I.Q. is 90-110. 5% of the planet's human population has ABOVE average intelligence. The other 95% have IQ's of AVERAGE or BELOW AVERAGE intelligence! Them's the facts, bub.
IQ isn't everything, but it says a lot. I regard MOST of the posters here with average-above average IQ's.
Bottom line? When kids play downstairs in the building I live with a park four blocks away, when people take a half hour to decide what they want at a hot dog stand, when teamming masses of teens slavishly wear similar clothes "to express their indivivuality", you KNOW most folks just ain't too bright! Hell, look at the idiotic movies that are cranked out each week.And yet we live in an age where information is so easy to find! Hell, I betcha a million dollars that there were at least 20 people in the U.S. who didn't know the damn boat would sink in "Titanic" (a movie I've vowed not to see).
Yeah, I know I sound like a bad PBS special, and I'm sorry. But it's the truth. I may be nuts, but..
"We ALL get a little mad sometimes.."
On that note, I bid thee good day, and the promise (or curse) of my return! 'Ciao.Zorro
Tue Aug 10 18:21:33 CDT 1999Charlieb52, Thanks alot, If you know of any other sites like this or bob's or the babysitter site, or if you know of any non-porno bondage story sites.
Just to keep this within the theme of this site I will recall a bondage memory from my young years.
PLEASE DON'T NOTICE MY SPELLING, My computer broke down and I am working on a laptop with no spell check.
When I was about 15 (22 years ago) I had run across a old Detective magazine (the ones with the bound and gagged women in them) (I had many bondgage experiences with my girlfriend before I found the mag but it was with rags and rope, etc... )and was very attracted to a woman hog-tied and ball-gagged, so I fashoned a ball-gag from one of those foam-rubber balls wrapped in red electical tape (It diden't look very good but was VERY effective). Later that week my girlfriend, I'll call her Brittany she was 16, 6 ft 1in, blonde, and VERY ATTRACTIVE, she was also in to the concept of men (boys in my case) tieing up women, se actually enjoyed it!. Back to the story. Later that week my girlfriend came over to my house while my parents were gone and we studied for a algebra exam we had the next week, we finished at about 4:00 pm (CST) and decided to play a little game of cops and robbers ( a code name we gave to me tieing her up ) she diden't know about the mag and the new position I learned (hogtie), and the ball-gag. Anyway, we went into my room and she retrieved the duffle bag I had stored the tie up implements such as rope, belts, hankerchiefs, ducktape, and the ball-gag. She said when she pulled the bag out of our hiding place "Well what do you want to do to me today?" I replied " I found a new position in a magizine and bet you that if you can get out of it you can pick the position next time we play" she replied " Ok, I'm game, but if I win I get to give you a kiss" I thaught " YES! I get to try out a very attractive position on my girlfriend and ball-gag her and get a kiss!" I told her to stand up and put her hands behin
Mike
Alferz@juno.com
Tue Aug 10 19:12:08 CDT 1999behind her back, and I tied them just as procution, then I put a blind fold on her and she said "Oh, what is this for??" I replied " You'll see" I unziped the bag and retrieved the ball-gag, I took it over to where she was standing and asked her to open her mouth (she expected some sort of packing such as a hankerchief) but when I shoved the ball into her mouth she was suprised and tried to reject it but I fasened the straps behind her head and she mmrrphed and grunded under the gag, I grabbed a hand mirror and walked back to her and removed the blindfold and she mmrrphed and grunted more, I said "The gag in your mouth is called a ball-gag, its basicly a big ball straped into your mouth to prevent speech, I understand it is uncomfrortable at first but adds a bit of interest into our game" I held up the mirror and showed her her face, I said " Now, doesent that look good (she noods rapidly), and now try to call for help or scream" she tried to scream but all that came out was a small muffeled mmmrrrphhhing sound. "Now isn't that better than a cloth gag?" I said (she nodded).
More in a few minutes
Mik
Tue Aug 10 19:12:08 CDT 1999behind her back, and I tied them just as procution, then I put a blind fold on her and she said "Oh, what is this for??" I replied " You'll see" I unziped the bag and retrieved the ball-gag, I took it over to where she was standing and asked her to open her mouth (she expected some sort of packing such as a hankerchief) but when I shoved the ball into her mouth she was suprised and tried to reject it but I fasened the straps behind her head and she mmrrphed and grunded under the gag, I grabbed a hand mirror and walked back to her and removed the blindfold and she mmrrphed and grunted more, I said "The gag in your mouth is called a ball-gag, its basicly a big ball straped into your mouth to prevent speech, I understand it is uncomfrortable at first but adds a bit of interest into our game" I held up the mirror and showed her her face, I said " Now, doesent that look good (she noods rapidly), and now try to call for help or scream" she tried to scream but all that came out was a small muffeled mmmrrrphhhing sound. "Now isn't that better than a cloth gag?" I said (she nodded).
More in a few minutes
Mike
Alferz@juno.com
Tue Aug 10 19:25:37 CDT 1999I untied her hands and layed he face down on my bed and tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together and tied her ankles to her wrists. I said " Ok, all done, but just to add a twist, even if you don't get out I'll still give you a kiss (I was 15 ok, so just understand)" she mmrrphed what I assumed as "Ok" I took out my video camera and started to tape her struggling (Oh, I forgot to mention, I would record her struggling and we would watch it later and laugh about it, the we would record some thing off a cable channel over the tape to protect our selves from something (My parents, her parents, etc..) she must have sruggled and mmrrphhed for 30 minutes before she gave a signal for me to untie her. First I removed the ball-gag and it was covered in drool. I dried it off and put it in the bag, I left her hog-tied while I got some pops (coca cola) from the fridge and brought them in to my room, when I got in the room I asked her how she liked the ball-gag, she said " It was a little small, it felt great the shape of the ball in her mouth and the constrictness was awesome" I also asked her how she liked the hog-tie, she replied " It's awesome fealing and I wish it was much tighter!" I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the lips (remember I was 15 at the time). About a minute later I untied her, and she pinned me up agianst the wall and gave me another kiss. I rewound the tape in the camcorder and popped the tape into the my vcr and pressed play we watched the tape of her in bondage and drank our pops ( The tape time served two purposes a good laugh, and time for the rope marks to dissaper) after it was over we errased the tape and discussed our next of many tie up games.
Well that's my story, and I will post more later in the month! And guess what? About 6 years later we got married and since then we have had many bondage instances (Atleast once a week) but that doesn't pertain to this site, so I will post the ones in the 6 years before we got married!
T
Mike
Alferz@juno.com
Tue Aug 10 19:46:37 CDT 1999Well I was trying to say thanks for listening (reading) but it got cut off.
Well thanks,
PS If you want to hear more e-mail me at Alferz@aol.com
PSS Later this week I will be opening a dreambook site about first experiences of hog-ties or ball-gags or simular things, If this sounds interesting please e-mail me!
Thanks agian,
Mike
Alferz@juno.com
Tue Aug 10 21:06:05 CDT 1999As I said in my last post I'm trying to make a site for First Hog-tie or ball-gaging experiences, If you have any stories about your first or a friend or girlfriend / boyfriend, or a completly fake persona (True or fake) Please post them at my new site!!!
It is temperarally located at:
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Dunes/1298/index.htmlOr click on the Homepage Link!
Mike
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Dunes/1298/index.html
Alferz@juno.com
Tue Aug 10 19:20:21 PDT 1999THE MOMNAPPING OF TRUDY PT.2
When we last left our heroine Trudy she was being guided, hands tied securely behind her, blindfolded and cleave gagged, by her evil daughter, Steffi to a cruel fate...I always wanted to write one of those old serial openings...
Actually Steffi was not at all evil and was very careful in guiding her mom to see that Trudy did not bump into anything. We at last reached a spare bedroom where Steffi had placed a kitchen chair earlier. She stood her mom in front of the chair, untied her hands, sat her down in the chair, pulled Trudy’s hands behind the chair, and retied them with the same care as before. Then Steffi took off her Mom’s blindfold. Later Steffi admitted that she wanted to see more of her mom's reactions to being a prisoner, and the eyes are, except for the mouth, the most expressive part of the face.
dudalb
Tue Aug 10 19:23:10 PDT 1999Steffi then allowed us to take part by tying her Mom’s feet together. We did, and then we tied her already bound feet to the bottom rung of the chair. Steffi had asked us to bring along some of our rope, and now she took a long piece of it, probably twenty feet or more, and begun to tie Trudy’s body to the chair.
Steffi begun by tying the rope in a loop around her mom’s upper body and the back of the chair right below the bustline. Then she did something we had seen on a TV show just a few days before. She pulled the rope over in diagonal lines making an X over her Mom shoulders and the back of the chair, and then made a couple more loops with the rope right above the bustline. Steffi then cinched the whole thing which was a kind of harness
and tied it off. Trudy’s body was now secured to the chair. We gave Steffi extra points for figuring out how to do this since the TV show had not really shown much detail. Then to top it off Steffi took another cord and tied her mom ‘s waist to the chair. As a final touch Steffi tied Trudy's knees together. “That should hold our prisoner!” Steffi said. Trudy indeed looked like a kidnap victim on a Television show who had beent tied very tightly a chair. The Cleave gag completed the TV damsel in distress look..
dudalb
Tue Aug 10 19:26:23 PDT 1999Trudy had watched us as we tied her to the chair with eyes following every move, every twist of rope. There was a mirror in the room, and Trudy did not think of looking at herself until we were done. When she did she gave a slight mmmph surprise at seeing how thoroughly trussed to the chair she was. We enjoyed her expression of surprise a lot. I then made up my mind to try to “surprise” as many of our victims in that way as possible. A few weeks later our Aunt Erin was our next victim ,placed next to a mirror with a blindfold so that when we were done and she was unblindfolded she good get a good view of herself as a Damsel in Distress. Very few of our victims disappointed us in their reactions. We could count on some
great double takes and mmmphs of surprise.
Now Steffi, evidently having a blast as her mom’s captor.said something in German to her mom.
I guess she must have tweaked her mom for being a dull prisoner, because as soon as Steffi was done Trudy begun to twist in her ropes and mmmphh like crazy through her gag. After a couple of minutes Trudy stopped the twisting. And sat back for a minute. Then she began a much calmer approach to freeing herself. She was learning the same lesson my mom and all of us learned: Pulling on your ropes gets you nowhere. Trudy concentrated at twisting her hands, trying to find some slack or a knot to work on. But Steffi had paid attention when we showed her how to place knots where fingers could not easily reach.
Trudy gave it a good try but did not make much progress.
For about Thirty minutes Trudy tried to free herself. Occasionally she would twist an little and mmmph, I think because she figured in this strange American game it was expected of a prisoner. (Althouge some of the posters here from Germany make me believe that tie up games in Germany are not much different.)
Then Steffi decided it was time to move on to the final item in her agenda.
dudalb
Tue Aug 10 19:29:10 PDT 1999Steffi now announced that the Ransom had been paid, and they would now let their captive go. But in order to make a getaway we would leave her tied to a tree where someone would find her after a couple of hours. There was a slight mmmph from Trudy at this point but Steffi said something else in German . Steffi later said she told her Mom it would be like ten minutes then an hour.
So Trudy was untied except for her hands and her gag and escorted to the door to the backyard. Trudy went along quietly deciding that she might as well show us kids that she could take whatever we dished out.
The fence around the Back yard was about six feet high so no one could see in the backyard unless they lifted themselves.
There was a tree in an alcove formed by the house and the fence that was hard to see from the outside. This was where Steffi choose to ”leave” her captive—and it had the added advantage of being next to the Kitchen Window so we could have a snack while watching Trudy’s struggles—for we knew she would try to escape as soon as we left her.
Trudy was placed against the tree. Steffi untied then retied her mom's hands behind the tree .She then tied Trudy's upper body to the tree with ropes around her upper stomach right below the breastline and with another long cord around her waist. Her ankles were tied together and then lashed to the tree.A final rope tied her knees to the tree. Then we left our captive and went to the kitchen for a snack.
Steffi rapped on the window and when Trudy looked at her Steffi waved. Trudy by then was trying very hard to free herself but with no more success then before. After ten minutes we went outside and untied and ungagged her.dudalb
Tue Aug 10 19:32:23 PDT 1999Steffi’s mom had been bound and gagged for a little under an hour. After she was freed, she made a comment about how it reminded her of playing Cops and Robbers when a child in Germany. Steffi went out of her way for the rest of the morning to be the dutiful daughter, not allowing her mom to do anything in the way of normal chores. I think in the aftermath Steffi was a little scared by her own daring. I also think Trudy just considered it a harmless prank/game played on her by her daughter . What struck in my mind was how at times Steffi had reverted to German, something that did not happen that often .Steffi was still at this point undecided whether she was a German in the US, or an American who happened to be from Germany.
There wee no repercussions for any of us. As a matter of fact we were never punished for any of our games mainly because we were careful to choose only more or less willing victims and when we had a adult involved we were careful to be very respectful to them even when they our bound and gagged prisoners.
And so we went on to new exploits. But that is another story...dudalb
dudalb@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 10 19:35:35 PDT 1999Zorro: on human stupidity one of my favoriet quotes is from Mark Twain's Huckleberry Finn when the Duke and the Dauphin are talking about a new scam to play on the residents of a small town ont he Mississippi
"Won't all the fools in town be on our side? And Ain't that a big enough majority anywhere?"
And don't get me started on the ignorance of history so widespread today. When you have teens who don't know who Hitler was or confuse him with Winston Churhill things are bad...
Glad to hear from you Ex Leech! I hope by computer is back from the upgrade in time for me to be one of the first to read about Nrs. Mason becoming a Mom In Distress....dudalb
Wed Aug 11 00:27:40 1999
Wed Aug 11 02:43:36 1999WE WERE WORKED !!!
last, I hope, e-mailmaddog
http://angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Wed Aug 11 08:48:20 UTC+0100 1999Wed Aug 11 08:48:20 UTC+0100 1999
My story happened when I was about 10 years old and staying with a cousin, who was slightly older.
It was during a school holiday (a very wet day when we could not go out - what do you expect in England!). My Aunt was looking after us and we were busy playing various games which were becoming noisier by the minute. For the record my Aunt was very good looking and on this day wearing a blouse,skirt,stockings and her bedroom slippers.
After a particularly noisy game my aunt told us to calm down and have a short rest, in the hope that we would be quieter. During our rest my Aunt started talking to us about how she used to play games when she was our age and was always being told to calm down she thought it was funny that she was now reversing the roles. We asked what sort of games she played , most of which seemed similar to what we played when she happened to mention that she had many times played cowboys and indians with her friends and her sister (my mother). Obviously the mention of this made my cousin and me ask to play the same game to which my Aunt agreed (I suspect if she had known how it would develop she may not have been so enthusiastic). Little did she know that times my cousin and I had discussed playing just such a game ,in fact my cousin had many ideas which we were now able to put in to practice.
Having planted the idea my Aunt could not withdraw her participation, but now seemd apprehensive at the thought of playing Cowboys and Indians with two ten year old boys. Without further discussion we volunteered to be the Indians leaving my Aunt to be the cowgirl.
More to follow soon.
Wed Aug 11 21:36:13 UTC+0100 1999Hi Folks!
It's been rather a long time since I've posted here. Most of my writing efforts recently have gone into fiction (all to be found on Female Escapologist Fantasies at http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766/). The main reason for this is that I have almost run out of true stories worth writing up!
Before I get on with the account, I must thank Dudalb for taking the trouble to post reports of my progress during my recent spell in hospital. I'm well on the road to recovery now.
Anyway, on with the tale:
Gillian B
Gillian-B@bigfoot.com
Wed Aug 11 21:39:09 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 1 of 11)
This story dates from about 1967, when I was 13 and my brother Bob was 12.
One afternoon I returned home from visiting friends. I came in through the back door as usual, and as I entered the kitchen I was surprised (to say the least) to find Bob securely tied to a chair while our Mum busied herself preparing food. I asked Bob if he was all right. He didn't reply (mainly because he was gagged) but nodded towards Mum. My curiosity was (not unreasonably) aroused and I asked her what was going on. "Just a little wager, dear." was the reply. Mum glanced at the clock and added, "It's about time to untie him now. Would you do it for me?"
I examined Bob from all angles. He was well tied up. He was sitting on a straight-backed kitchen chair. His wrists were crossed and tied behind the chair back, using a short winter scarf. His ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair with long socks. Another pair of socks tied his legs back to the chair legs just below his knees. Two long winter scarves had been tied tightly round him and the chair back. Finally, he was gagged with a yellow cotton duster. (We usually used winter scarves and socks for tie-up games when we were kids.)
While I untied Bob, I asked him in a whisper what was going on. He explained that he had been telling our Mum about some of the tie-up games we kids had been playing lately. He had foolishly gone on to bet her that he could tie her up so she couldn't escape. Mum had accepted the challenge. It seemed that he had given her an hour to escape, confident that she couldn't, but she had freed herself within about ten minutes. The conditions of the game were that if Mum escaped, then she could set Bob an escape challenge. Bob's hour had just ended when I came in and he appeared to have made no progress whatever.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:40:12 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 2 of 11)
Bob and I decided that the honour of the younger generation was at stake here. I regarded myself as the Houdini of the family, so I started an intensive course of training for Bob. Every evening after school, I set him increasingly difficult escape challenges. With practice, he could untie his own wrists about eight times out of ten and in some positions could do it every time. So far, so good.
About a week after the first challenge, Bob issued another escape challenge to Mum. She again accepted, but stipulated that Bob had to earn the right to tie her up by escaping himself first. We were expecting this, hence the training.
I watched with the air of an anxious sports coach as Mum tied Bob to a chair in the kitchen again. I was surprised by the order she did the tying. She started by tying his legs to the chair legs at ankle and just below knee level using two pairs of long socks. Next, she had him raise his arms while she tied his body to the chair back using two long scarves, one round his waist and the other from the top of the chair back, over both shoulders, crossing on his chest and tied off to the sides of the chair. Next, she tied a slip knot in one end of each of a pair of woollen winter stockings. She handed Bob a pair of gloves to protect his wrists then she put the slip knots over Bobs hands and pulled them tight. The other ends of the stockings were tied off to the rails joining the chair legs at the sides. Bob's arms were thus pointing straight down on either side of the chair and he had no way of reaching any knots. Mum finished the process off by cleave gagging Bob with a duster as before.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:40:59 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 3 of 11)
So much for training - I had not prepared Bob for this and I didn't think he stood any chance of escaping. Mum had seen some of our training sessions and had neatly outmanoeuvred us. In my role as worried sports coach, I invoked the unscrupulous loser's final weapon - I decided to cheat! I reasoned that if Bob could wriggle one hand free, everything else would follow and he could release himself. I decided to help a bit.
While Mum was out of the room I knelt down beside Bob's chair to inject a little inconspicuous slack into one wrist binding. I planned to loosen off the knot at the lower end where it went round one of the chair rails and to transfer the slack to the slip knot round his wrist. Bob would be able to take it from there himself.
I strongly suspect that Mum had anticipated my move. I had hardly started, when I became aware of her standing over me. I backed off and she re-tightened Bob's wrist binding. Mum turned to me with a grin. "I think we'd better keep you from interfering, young lady," she said with mock severity. I raised my hands in surrender.
Mum fetched another chair and put it alongside Bob's then disappeared to fetch something to tie me to it. I meekly sat down on the chair, furiously trying to think of anything constructive to do. When Mum returned, she handed me a pair of socks and a pair of mittens to protect my ankles and wrists from chafing. I put them on still trying to come up with any kind of idea. The inevitable tying up followed the same order as with Bob - ankles and knees to the chair legs with socks and two long scarves to tie my body to the chair back. As she had with Bob, she put slip knots in a pair of woollen stockings and put the slip knots over my hands.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:41:55 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 4 of 11)
I realised that if she tied my hands like Bob's, I would end up with my hands at about the same level as his, so all I would have to do would be to shuffle my chair close to his and one of us could free the other. My face must have given away my relief at this thought, because Mum gave me a big grin before crossing my arms into a sort of straightjacket position. She tied the ends of the stockings to the sides of the chair back. Finally, she pushed a damp hanky into my mouth and tied a scarf over my mouth and nose.
Mum set an alarm clock for an hour hence and put it where we could see it, kissed each of us on top of the head and went to resume her chores.
Had the ends of the stockings on my wrists been tied together behind my back or even tied to the middle of the chair back, I could have escaped - that would be a Kellar tie and I knew how to get out of that. As it was, I didn't have enough freedom of movement in my arms to do anything useful.
More as a matter of principle than with any real hope, I shuffled my chair over to Bob's. It was exhausting work and took a long time. I couldn't reach any of Bob's bindings. With some careful manoeuvring, Bob could reach the socks securing my knees, so he untied those. I could flap my knees from side to side after that, but it didn't make any real difference.
Long before the alarm clock went off, we had given up trying to escape and were stoically waiting out the time. Shortly before our hour was up, Mum busied herself over the kitchen stove. When the alarm had rung, Mum untied us and we were able to rise (slightly stiffly) and go over to the kitchen table to revive ourselves with the tea and toast that she had prepared for us.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:42:35 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 5 of 11)
In our post-mortem discussion, Bob and I said it was unfair of Mum to tie us up so we had no chance of escape. Mum quite reasonably pointed out that "fairness" in a tie-up competition was about equality of opportunity to escape but that how well the tying up was done was the essence of the competition. She had therefore won because she was better at it than we were. We couldn't dispute the logic, but nevertheless felt hard done by.
As we were obviously disgruntled by the outcome, Mum offered to give us another contest another day and she would let us tie her up first. We brightened at this suggestion and agreed to it - this might yet be a chance to recover our lost honour.
Bob and I resumed our training programme. This time, we were looking for a tie-up which we could apply effectively and which we were sure that I couldn't escape from. We already knew that I was a better escaper than Bob and the logic was based on the assumption that I was also better than Mum, so anything I couldn't get out of, she wouldn't be able to get out of either.
The agreed time for the challenge was one afternoon after school. While Bob and I moved the chair we had selected for the challenge into the kitchen (we had a huge kitchen and it was very much the family room) together with the pile of scarves and socks we planned to use, Mum went upstairs to put a pair of trousers on. When she came back I realised that she too had been putting in some serious thought and had dressed carefully for escaping - she was wearing a thin roll-neck sweater tucked into a pair of stretchy stirrup-pants. She had pulled a pair of socks up over the ends of the pants and was wearing a pair of cotton gloves pulled up over the cuffs of her sweater.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:43:10 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 6 of 11)
The chair we had chosen was a straight backed wooden dining chair with arms. We started by tying a long scarf around Mum's waist and the chair back. We tied her wrists down to the chair arms with a pair of woollen stockings and also tied her forearms down just below elbow level with another pair. A second long scarf went round her and the chair back just above her elbows, holding her arms to her sides and her body back into the chair. We used long socks to tie Mum's ankles back to the chair legs and short scarves to tie her knees down to the corners of the chair seat. Finally, we gagged her with a damp hanky in her mouth held in place with a scarf tied tightly over her mouth and nose. All the time, I had the uneasy feeling that Mum was in some way one jump ahead of us.
We set an alarm clock to go off in an hour and settled down to watch Mum's (surely futile) escape attempt. Mum methodically tested all her bindings to see exactly how much freedom of movement was available. We were unprepared for the speed of what followed. Mum grasped the arms of the chair we had tied her to and pushed herself as far back and up as possible, probably raising her bottom 3 or 4 inches (8 to 10cm) off the seat. She then wriggled to work the scarf round her arms and body and the chair-back upwards. With a little perseverance, it came off the top of the chair and went slack. She was then able to lean forward, bringing her mouth close to one hand. She pulled the gag out of her mouth then untied one wrist with her teeth. Within another two or three minutes, she had untied herself completely.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:43:48 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 7 of 11)
Two things dawned on me. Firstly, Mum was taller than me (and still is) and a much more slender build, so my not being able to escape was no guarantee that she couldn't. Secondly, I realised why she tied our bodies more firmly to the chair than we had hers - she had thought of this line of attack already.
While our comprehensive defeat was still sinking in Mum announced the return match and asked who would go first. As I felt largely responsible for letting the side down, I volunteered. Mum said that as we had put so much work into her fate, she had put some thought and preparation into ours. I didn't like the sound of that. I was wearing a dress, so I told Mum I had better go and get trousers on. Before I went, Mum's parting comment was, "Don't bother with a jumper." Puzzled, I went on my way. I put on jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt and put my hair into a plait.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:44:30 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 8 of 11)
On my return to the kitchen, Bob was watching apprehensively as Mum sorted out a pile of tying-up material she had selected for me. The reason for not needing a jumper became immediately obvious - the first item was a cardigan belonging to Mum. It was quite a thick Aran knit cardigan with big leather-covered buttons and a high collar. Mum put the cardigan on me backwards so the buttons were at the back. As she buttoned it up, I discovered that it was quite a snug fit (Mum being thinner than me) but the sleeves came right down over my hands. Mum tied a scarf tightly round my waist then crossed my arms and knotted the sleeves behind my back as a sort of improvised straitjacket. I didn't mind - I knew (at least in principle) how to get out of a straitjacket and expected a stretchy cardigan to be an easy escape. I was less sanguine after the next move. She looped a winter scarf over my arms where they crossed in front of me, took the ends down, between my legs and up behind my back, tying them to the sleeves knotted behind my back. Next, she tied my ankles with a short scarf and my knees with a slightly longer one. This all felt alarmingly secure so far and I was rather dreading the gag that would surely follow. As it turned out, the gag was the kind she had used before with a wet hanky in my mouth and a scarf tied tightly over my mouth and nose. She finished off by putting an old balaclava helmet belonging to Bob over my head. It was quite a tight fit, coming up over my chin and right down to my eyebrows - there would be no scope for rubbing the gag off against anything. I was still standing at this stage, so Mum carefully lowered me to the floor then stood back to admire her work.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:45:10 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 9 of 11)
Bob's fate was much the same as mine. Instead of a cardigan, Mum used a heavy sweater belonging to our father. She cleave gagged Bob with a long sock, again using a hanky for packing, but didn't bother with a balaclava.
Once she had Bob as thoroughly trussed up as me, she set the alarm clock and announced that she thought we might just have time to escape, If we thought quickly and didn't waste time. That information alone was a valuable clue - our bondage was presumably designed to be escapable. Bob and I both wriggled - fruitlessly - for 5 minutes or so. I decided at that point that brains not brawn were what I needed, so I settled down to think, while Bob carried on wriggling.
On consideration, I realised that Bob's mouth, although cleave gagged, was the only part of either of us which could be used for manipulation and was not also covered up. I decided that the first move had to be getting our gags off. I squirmed over to Bob and nuzzled his face with mine for some time before the penny dropped and he tried to grasp the top edge of my gag in his teeth. My balaclava stopped the gag from going much below my nose, so Bob turned his attention to getting that off. It was a tight fit and it took some effort to remove it (and a certain amount of violence to my ears). Once it was off, Bob was able to pull my gag down below my chin and I spat out the packing. 15 minutes gone.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:45:52 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 10 of 11)
Bob's gag was more problematic - it was too tight to pull down, so I had to untie it. This is not easy with teeth as your nose gets in the way. I also banged my forehead on the back of Bob's head several times before I got the gag untied. 25 minutes gone.
Now we could both speak, we had a quick conference. We decided to concentrate on getting me free as we thought I would have a better chance with the "straitjacket". We worked out a strategy and the first bit fell to Bob to do. I put my feet near his head and he set to work to untie my ankles using his teeth. Once he had done that he got my knees free. 35 minutes gone.
It was down to me now. I lay on my front and tried to get one foot up behind my bottom to where the scarf went between my legs. I struggled for some time before realising it was futile. I turned on my back and tried again. This worked better as I was able to use my weight to keep my foot in contact with my bottom. After several tries, I hooked my toes through the scarf and was able to wriggle my leg through the loop. 40 minutes gone.
There was nothing holding the sleeves down either in front or behind, so I just had a routine straitjacket escape on my hands. It was nevertheless hard work as the sleeves were knotted quite tightly - I needed to roll on one side and get some pressure on the lower elbow to get the sleeve to come up over the other elbow. Finally I got the sleeves right up behind me and could flip the knot over my head so the sleeves were in front of me (but still knotted). 45 minutes gone.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 21:46:27 UTC+0100 1999Challenging Mum (Part 11 of 11)
I reached behind my head and I could get the top button of the cardigan undone working through the thickness of the sleeves still covering my hands. I couldn't reach any of the other buttons. I tried just working the cardigan up over my head, but the scarf round my waist prevented that and it was knotted behind my back, so I couldn't untie it. I had to get the cardigan sleeves unknotted. I settled down to some hard work with my teeth and eventually got the knot untied, so I could use my hands. 55 minutes gone.
I turned to Bob and freed him from his sweater straitjacket as quickly as I could. I left him to untie his own legs as I untied the scarf around my waist and wriggled out of the cardigan. We finished, hot, sweaty and exhausted, with only about a minute to spare.
Mum congratulated us on our efforts and rewarded us with that most English of rewards, tea and toast. We concluded that the score was about even and honour had been satisfied all round. But Bob and I still harboured an ambition to get Mum in a tie-up she couldn't get out of. What we did will have to wait for another posting.
Gillian B
Wed Aug 11 17:23:59 CDT 1999I'm glad to see that the whole "Harmonizer 45" thing is over with. I'm not going to say anything about his claim that it was part of a "study".
At least there have been a lot of stories posted lately, a fact for which I am greatful. Thanks to all the assorted posters for bothering to take the time.Dorren
Wed Aug 11 17:07:00 Mountain Daylight Time 1999
Thu Aug 12 01:03:23 UTC+0200 1999Gill: Welcome back and what a WONDERFUL story! I surely was glad to read it- that was just the kind of story I was hoping to read somewhen: fun tieup-escaping family challenges. I am looking forward to read more from you- this new thread looks promising.
Buonanotte Principessa! E grazie!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Thu Aug 12 01:07:50 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999I happily noticed that that this site is getting good stories posted again, instead of irritating comments by people who's only objective seem to be to disrupt the happiness of our little "family".
Good creative stories as well as "first attempts" are always welcome, so long the intention is to add something constructive, that's my view!
Mike - I really enjoyed your story of making your own ball-gag! I think many of the posters here have had similar experiences when trying out some new tie-up equipment.
Dudalb - Good story as always!
Gillian - I enjoyed your story as well as your fiction-stories on the Female Escapologist site.
I wish you a speedy recovery!Doug - I have visited your site and wish to steal a phrase from a certain Australian Gentleman:
"I like"I hope to see you all in a chat this weekend!
Thu Aug 12 10:02:02 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Gill,
You must be feeling better if you are able to write stuff like that!!
Lucky for you I do not live in sunny (?!?) England otherwise I might challenge you.......
I will post a story as soon as I can. PROMISE!!
mason
Wed Aug 11 18:03:55 PDT 1999Ian: Don't leave us hanging! Finish the story. Somehow I think your aunt is headed for the stake...
Gillian B. Thanks for your thanks.Your story is, of course, excellent as always. BTW I urge all you people out here to Go to Micks page and read's Gil's stuff. I think you will like it...
THanks for the compliments, PH...dudalb
Wed Aug 11 23:40:09 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999Andy_V thanks for the kind comments and I will post again in the near future.
I never thought about the "silly notes" in my story as a precursor to e-mail but you may just be right. The one
thing I do know is that you can't shoot an e-mail straight at someone's head!The musician may be on the ball with his comments about thongs, one things for sure you can't run in them.
Coming from Australia, as I do, I guess it is very common to see people wearing thongs and I have always been a
lover of women in strappy footwear. Over the years I suppose my tastes have become more refined when it comes
to what I like to see women wearing but when I was younger thongs did it for me.What can I say room service must just have been the best perk of my childhood!
All the best,
Triphammer
Thu Aug 12 16:46:17 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Pirates of the Caribbean (sequel)
Part 1
Regular readers will remember how I tied up Nicky by our swimming pool before subjecting her to a whole series of indignities. If being tied up hand and foot wasn't enough, I also splashed her with (practically icy cold) water, made her walk the plank and finally frightened her with a massive shark attack.
This part appears in the May archives (May 23)
ONE HOT SATURDAY (continued from May 23 story)
Nicky pointed at me and said, "I owe you one!"
"What for?" I asked.
"Why do you think?" she exclaimed. "For splashing water on me before!" Nicky gave me a mock glare and clenched one tiny fist in my direction to show that she meant business.
"Oh."
"Oh indeed!" she sarcastically replied. All smiles again, she said, "I'm going to get you for that!" And she would too, I knew. I think that I mentioned in one previous story that she always kept her promises. Particularly those involving retribution of some kind. Nicky wanted to repay the favour with interest. I looked forwards to it. It would involve being tied up in some manner. I hoped it would not go much further than that…
"When?" I wanted to know
"Whenever I feel like it!" she replied.
And guess what? Nicky faithfully kept her promise.
mason
Thu Aug 12 16:48:13 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 2
TWO WEEKS LATER
To be honest, I can't remember exactly how long after her revenge took place, but I think that it would have been around a couple of weeks later. Once again, it was a weekend (hooray for weekends!) and it was hot. It wasn't as hot as the last time, but it was still warm enough. Therefore it was that we found ourselves by our pool again. Fortuitously (or otherwise?) my parents and sister were absent. Therefore we had the place to ourselves once more.
Once again, we were also in the nude. We had been relaxing after racing each other on our little foam surfboards when Nicky startled me by saying, "Hey, Mase, guess what?"
"What?" I asked. I was feeling pretty relaxed. So relaxed I was almost half-asleep.
"I owe you one!" she exclaimed. "Remember?"
"No, I don't remember." I suppose it must have been because I still wasn't quite with it, which was why I said that.
Nicky snorted loudly and contemptuously, "Huh! Yeah, Sure!" she jeered, "I bet you don't remember!"
"Remember what?" I asked.
Nicky sat up and stared at me with as much scorn as she could muster.
"Remember the way you tied me up a couple of weeks ago?" she asked. "Splashed me?"
"Oh that." Now I did remember. My skin tingled at the prospect of being tied up. I never minded being tied up. I was just glad Nicky couldn't see my predictable biological reaction to her comments.
"Yes," she jeered. "My turn to get you now!" Now I was wide-awake!
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yes, really."
"Wheres the rope then?" I asked, feigning weariness.
Nicky was in a lazy mood. "You go get it," she said.
"Me?" I complained. "Why?"
"Because I got it last time, silly!" she teased. "You've got some haven't you?"
Thu Aug 12 16:48:51 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 3
Fair enough. I did have some. Plenty. Mostly sash cord which my father liked to use for tying down stuff on the trailer as well as some rougher hemp rope, which I had 'liberated' over the years. The funny thing was that he kept going out to buy more rope instead of wondering where it was all going. Fortunately, I was able to get up in such a manner that my excitement was concealed from Nicky. I was looking forwards to this game.
While I fetched the ropes from my room, Nicky went around to the garden shed, which was located directly behind our carport to fetch the mattress. Normally we just sunbaked on out towels but if we were tying or being tied up, it was much more comfortable to do it on the old mattress.
When I came back, bearing an armful of rope, Nicky had not only gotten the mattress out, she had also found some more rope. Therefore, she was in high spirits as she set about tying me up. No mucking around, no preliminaries. "I've been looking forwards to this!" Nicky gloated as she pulled and bound my hands behind me. She didn't exactly go easy on me either, pulling on the ropes tightly and knotting everything off so I could not get at them. By now I was starting to feel a little worried. I didn't like the way Nicky was talking or her attitude either. Clearly, she had something in mind for me.
There was nothing imaginative about the way she tied me up. It was just your basic (but very tight) hogtie. Legs bound at ankles, knees and thighs and arms lashed to my sides. Nicky had also taken care to tightly tie my elbows too. Ropes were everywhere. She had pulled on all the ropes pretty tight though it may have been my imagination because I had no clothes on. Therefore, the ropes felt tighter than normal. I wriggled ecstatically, as Nicky happily continued tying me up. Right now, I was in heaven although I knew that things might change pretty soon.
Thu Aug 12 16:49:32 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 4
I was beginning to feel like an Egyptian mummy by the time Nicky finished tying up my arms and legs. It was not long before Nicky was applying the hogtie rope to lash my hands to my ankles. Ouch! It was tight. She had done as good a job as ever. There would be no escaping this one. "There!" she laughed. "Let's see you get free from that!"
I did not bother to even try. From long experience, I knew that I would not be going anywhere soon until Nicky decided to untie me. I knew that it wasn't likely to be soon. She had some kind of agenda, I knew. But what was it? "Aren't you even going to try?" Nicky jeered. I shook my head. "Too bad," Nicky said as she stuffed some old cloth in my mouth before finally gagging me with another cloth tied around my head to keep it in. "Come on, have a go!" she teased.
I shook my head again - no. There was no point in even trying. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of struggling or rolling around. Besides, I did not want her to see how visibly excited I was. Too late. Suddenly, before I could even react, Nicky peremptorily rolled me over on my side before solemnly surveying the evidence of my enjoyment of these games. I had no way of hiding it either. Her eyes crinkled with laughter but she didn't say anything. A smile twitched around her lips as she regarded me, lying bound and gagged by the poolside. Words were superfluous. Nicky knew. I reddened. I should have realised that Nicky might try to pull a stunt like this. It was so embarrassing, it stuck in my mind. You remember things like that. I definitely reckon that was why Nicky did that. She was never that much into tickling but she did derive a good deal of pleasure from embarrassing me.
Thu Aug 12 16:50:10 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 5
She left me bound for an hour or so before finally getting up. Strangely enough, Nicky had not even tried to do anything else. I had not even been splashed with water although she could easily have done that. I could not help wondering if that was all she was going to do. If embarrassing me was her idea of revenge, it wasn't terribly effective. She knew that I embarrassed easily where the ropes were concerned. It was how Nicky knew that I really enjoyed being tied up for its own sake, not just some childish competition. However, Nicky steadfastly maintained the fiction it was a competitive thing.
Nicky smiled sweetly at me before untying my hogtie rope. I felt disappointed. I had only been tied up for an hour or so. It wasn't that long. My arms were getting pretty achy but that was the extent of my discomfort. However, instead of untying me further, she pulled the mattress over further to the side of the pool. Suddenly, I started to feel frightened. What was she going to do? Even though our pool was relatively shallow, I still couldn't swim, tied up the way I was.
I tied to get her attention by 'mmph'ing' into my gag but she ignored me. Nicky pushed me into a sitting position before swinging me around so that my bound ankles were resting in the water. I began struggling to try to get away. By now, I was beginning to get scared. I wasn't sure if Nicky knew what she was doing. Sensing my discomfort and nervousness, Nicky cheerfully announced, "We're going swimming."
What? I began struggling harder but Nicky held me easily. "Hush," she said. "You wait here." With that, she sprinted in the direction of our carport. Although the extreme peril of my situation was scaring me, I was wondering what the hell Nicky was up to. A few moments later, I had my answer.
Thu Aug 12 16:50:48 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 6
Nicky reappeared, triumphantly bearing a bright yellow and red PVC covered lifejacket. Just to digress, they are now officially referred to as PFD's (Personal Floatation devices) but back then, everybody called them lifejackets.
I gasped. Suddenly, I knew what Nicky was going to do. I was certainly going for a swim but to ensure that I did not drown, Nicky was going to put the lifejacket on me. I could not help admitting that it was a real good one. As usual, she had outsmarted me and gone one better. There would be no need to even untie my legs for my swim.
It was one of those old fashioned and extremely bulky foam filled jackets with a waterproof PVC covering. It had tapes running from the collar down through small eyelets at the sides, which then passed around the body twice and tied in front. Once on, it would not be coming off. This design ensured that the collar would not ride up. The yellow was for the outside and the red worn against the wearer's body. This was to make it easier to see which way it should be put on. In case anyone was wondering why we had some, my father and I used to own a small aluminium dinghy type boat with a 25hp Mercury outboard. It wasn't fast but it was perfect as my first boat. I quite liked wearing the lifejacket when out on the boat because doing up the tapes always reminded me of bondage. Therefore, I generally wore it as often as I could when we were out fishing unless it was very calm.
Nicky sat down next to me and carefully put my head through the top before tightly doing up the tapes. Satisfied that it would not slip, she pushed me in the pool without further ado. No warning or anything. The water felt shockingly cold as I went under. Fortunately, the massive positive buoyancy of the lifejacket pulled me up split seconds later alythough I had water in my eyes and ears. I rose to hear her loud laughter. Nicky laughed, "That'll teach you!"
Thu Aug 12 16:52:06 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 7
Seconds later, she took a running jump and did a huge 'bomb' right in front of me, Water flew. Luckily, I had time to shut my eyes although water sprayed all over my lifejacket and face. Naturally, Nicky unmercifully splashed me each time she saw me opening my eyes. She managed to keep it up for five or so minute before she got bored with this.
I had to admit that in hindsight, Nicky had known what she was doing after all. Although I was so thoroughly tied up, I could scarcely move, my life jacket held me up. Once I realised that I was in no danger of drowning, I began to relax and really enjoy myself. It was a very very strange sensation being so tightly tied up and floating in water like that. The life jacket held me up just fine but my legs were dragging on the bottom although it was not hard to lift them up. Everyone should experience that at least once in their lives. It was a lot of fun.
I cannot remember how long I spent in the pool while tied up. Although it felt like an hour or more, it was probably much less. Nicky had a lot of fun towing me around by the legs or by the collar of my lifejacket. After a little while, she took off my gag and we chatted about various things but mostly what it felt like to be tied up like that in the pool. Nicky told me that she wanted to try it too. At one point, she went back to the carport and got another lifejacket. After strapping it on herself, she jumped in and floated next to me while we talked. I have to admit that it was a great way to spend an otherwise dull afternoon. I'd love to try it again. It's been a long time now…
Eventually, I sensed Nicky growing impatient. I knew why. She wanted to try being tied up and deposited in the pool. Getting out was not all that difficult. The in built floatation of my lifejacket plus that natural buoyancy of the water meant that it was fairly easy to place my feet on the steps and heave myself out with a bit of help from Nicky.
Thu Aug 12 16:53:22 AUS Eastern Standard Time 1999Part 8
Although she had to cut some of the hemp ropes because they had shrunk, there was still plenty of rope with which to tie up Nicky every bit as tightly as she had tied me before strapping the lifejacket on her and push her in. She also commented how strange it felt being so tied up and floating around in the water like that. Nicky enjoyed it every bit as much as I had although she had had the benefit of surprise on her side earlier. I put my life jacket back on (although I did not really need to) and happily floated around.
Nicky got her retribution but not in the way I had originally intended. We ended up tying each other up a few more times and donning our lifejackets for a swim before that summer was out.
By the way, I remember reading another post (in the College section) about someone getting tied up, put in a life jacket and dumped in the pool so it seems that this kind of thing was not all that uncommon.
mason
Thu Aug 12 09:20:47 UTC+0100 1999To continue my story, My cousin and I quickly gathered the props we would ,need some ropes, a couple of scarves and his old indian playset which included a tomahawk and a headress with feathers. Many times we had played the game but never with an adult.
My aunt was sitting on a high backed chair waiting for us to return (looking even more nervous than before).We decided that she could remain seated and proceeded to run around he with us both holding the ends of one of the ropes this meant that we effectively and quickly tied her body to the chair and with her arms at her side we wrapped a scarf aroud each wrist and secured them to the side of the chair. Now we turned our attention to her legs and ankles my cousin tied a rope around my aunt's knees while I concentrated on her ankles. Once secure we checked that she was comfortable and then decided on how to continue our game. My aunt observed that at this stage her games had usually followed the course of the captive being tortured and then burnt at the stake. We readily agreed that this would happen!.Ian
Thu Aug 12 14:06:36 UTC+0100 1999It's good to see the 'master' of writing back on this page. I meant GillianB, mase. But your story was also great again.
Tnx for all the wonderful stories!
Thu Aug 12 14:30:12 UTC+0100 1999BTW, mase, there should have been a smiley in the previous posting, just after your name, but somehow it got lost. My luck...
Thu Aug 12 18:09:12 PDT 1999Ian : Your story is of course stirring up memeories. My Mom and my aunts all spent time at the stake.I was burned few times myself. Looking forward to the rest of your story.
Glad to see peace on this site once more.
Mason: Good job as usual.dudalb
Thu Aug 12 23:15:37 EDT 1999EASTER TIED
PART 1Weii I am back for now.This story takes place on Easter Evening.It involves my nephews' Zo and Em.We were playing a robber and store game.My nephews were both wearing t-shirts and shorts.I was wearing a pantyhose over my face,black pajama pants and a black turtle neck.We were in the livingroom playing.Zo was the store manager and Em was the customer.I came in with a fake black pistol and told Zo to lay on the floor on his stomache.I than tied his hands behind his back with a white shoe string and than tied his ankles with another white shoestring,and finally tied a long nylon rope around his chest.This being the first and time playing a tie-up game with Em he was a little hesatant in some ways.He was like this because I put a tape gag on Zo and he went and told my parents that he was going to call the cops because I put tape over Zo's mouth.My parents than yelled at me and told me to not put anything over each others mouth.I than yelled at Em and than took the gag off.Just for this game.
Roper
Thu Aug 12 23:50:18 EDT 1999PART 2
I than tied Em's hands behind him with a shoe string and than tied his ankles together.I than took the fake money and ran and pretended to trip and hit my head.Than that is when my neese Tammy came in and untied her older brother Zo and little brother Em.Zo than tied me up.He first tied my hands behind my back tightly with one of the shoe strings,than my ankles,and finally used the black nylon rope and tied it off around my chest.They than called the cops for pretened and the cops came and arested me.The reason for us stopping is that we had school the next morning,Zo had to practice his clarinet,and I had to finish my math homework.It was also really late.I like to say that all the stories have been really great as usual.Glad to see Gillian B back again.Everyone keep coming with the stories.Thanks!
Roper
Fri Aug 13 00:06:54 GMT-0500 (Central Daylight Time) 1999Hello all.
1st of all, this page is totally cool and will be
posting my stories soon. (I am not much of a
writer and will post when they are ready.Anyway, I am looking for a site that has stories
like Canuck's "off-topic" page. If you know of
one, let me know. I do have pics to trade for
this information.Cya,
....
Nuzzlenuts
rmckenzie_79@yahoo.com
Fri Aug 13 03:58:19 !!!First Boot!!! 1999Welcome Triphammer. I like your stories. Please keep posting.
Thanks FH, for your kind words about my last story. I really enjoy yours, as well. Looking forward to reading that 1982 adventure you mentioned.
Thanks Jeff, as always, for your compliments, too. The "little surprise" story will be coming up soon.
Ronin, I enjoyed your "Captured Princess" story. Keep them coming.
dudalb: fantastic story, as usual. I once had the incredible urge to tie up my friend Lynn's mother, but never had the nerve.
Mason: Thanks for the new Nicky story, as well as your kind comments. We also called them life jackets (and life vests), as well.
Sarom: I liked "Ghost In The Grave Yard."
Welcome back, PH! And thanks for your kind words. I also tried to post a smiley face, too, but it also got eaten up by Tripod's posting system.
And it's great to have you back, Gillian B! What a pleasant surprise it was for me to see you here again. I agree with dudalb that everybody should check out Gill's excellent fictional stories on Mick's equally excellent web page http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766/
I shall post again soon.
Doug
http://members.tripod.com/DKB_2/doorway.html
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com
Fri Aug 13 08:39:20 UTC+0100 1999Part 3.
Having secured my aunt (who had been a very willing volunteer for the game and kept suggesting the way forward) my cousin and I huddled together to decide how to carry out the next step. Having talked many times of the prospect of having an adult captive but never believing that the opportunity would arise we were now in a great position. As we did not know when or if the opportunity might arise again (luckilly it did) my cousin suggested that the 'torture' could take the form of tickling my aunts feet for a few minutes. He being older was prepared to take responsibility, I was happy to go along with this, we were sure that our victim would play along. (During a later conversation my aunt assured us that she had half expected this.)
We returned to our victim having agreed our form of torture and solemnly announced in our best Red Indian accent "White women has trespassed on our land , She must face the torture of tickling" My aunt played along by struggling in her bonds but soon realised that escape was impossible.
We moved a coffee table in front of the chair and instructed my aunt to lift her legs onto the table where we set about attaching ropes to the legs of the table and then to her already bound ankles. At this point we both took hold of her feet and removed her bedroom slippers and began tickling. It was soon apparent that this form of torture was effective as my aunt was soon laughing and trying to wriggle free after just a few minutes (playing along with the game) she admitted that she had been trespassing on Red Indian land. We stopped our tickling and announced "White women guilty she must burn at the stake".At this point we suddenly realised that my aunt's husband had arrived home from work and was watching us from the doorway shepishly we looked at him, his words were that as it had stopped raining perhaps we would like to go and play outside again. We looked at our victim who winked in acknwledgement so we went outside. My cousin and I went outs
Ian
Fri Aug 13 09:26:01 UTC+0100 1999Part 4
As our victim winked in acknowldgement we went outside.
After about ten minutes we could hear laughter from the room we had been using and quietly looked through the window. We were amazed to see my aunt still in the same positon with my uncle tickling her stockinged feet.We decided to leave them and returned to my house in the next road and continue to talk about our experience.
Postscript. We did not get into trouble for our afternoons fun in fact my aunt commented that she had found it fun. She obviously discussed it with my mother as afew weeks later the opportunity arose to play the agme again with TWO victims and to complete the with its conclusion of burning our victims at he stake.
This will be another story.ian
Fri Aug 13 09:34:18 UTC+0100 1999
Ian
Fri Aug 13 09:34:18 UTC+0100 1999Fri Aug 13 09:34:18 UTC+0100 1999
Dudalb, Thanks for your encouraging remarks,have you posted any sories where your mum or aunts are at the stake?.(I have seen your renaissance fair story.)
If there are any mothers or aunts who have stories about cowboy and indian games and want to share them with me please feel free to email.Ian
Fri Aug 13 09:42:32 UTC+0100 1999
Ian
Fri Aug 13 09:42:32 UTC+0100 1999Fri Aug 13 09:42:32 UTC+0100 1999
A reminder of my e-mail address
Fri Aug 13 14:15:21 GMT-0700 (PDT) 1999Ian Your are welcome! No I have not gotten around to the Cowboys and Indians tales yet.THis is part of that wild 2 weeks I spent at my AUnt Cathy's house up in the foothills . I might post my Mom at the stake story beacuse that took place a few months before. I was on the sidelines for that one as an observor, My sister Chris was in charge of that game. You might go into the Jan. of 1999 archeives and read my Wife's Jennifer's account of her time at the stake as a babysitter--good training for her future Renfair adventure!I think is is called Adventure in Babysitting .
THis is my last post for a week or so until my computer comes back from it's upgrade.dudalb
Fri Aug 13 17:52:36 !!!First Boot!!! 1999In my last comment here, I got FH and PH's postings confused. I would just like to apologize to both authors. My mistake, guys--it won't happen again. Teaches me right for trying to post so late at night.
Doug
http://members.tripod.com/DKB_2/doorway.html
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com
Sat Aug 14 11:21:21 EDT 1999Hey everybody. Football's started up here, so I won't have time to read everything, but the stories looked great. Gillian, glad to see you're back. Mase, great story as always, you had one heck of a childhood. Everybody else, great stories, and I apologize for not pointing them out individually.
Jeff
I was searching DOGPILE for story sites my children could read.
I Typed in Childhood Stories and this site showed up three time on LYCOS first page.
This page is obviously not suitable for children.
I sincerely hope it is not intended for them.
Perhaps you could register it with Surf Watch or Net Nanny.Jim Snograss
CIAMAN987@webtv.net
Sat Aug 14 23:46:41 EDT 1999Not to argue with you but it a site that people have an intrest in just like people do wrestling,football,or anything.If your children do not like the topic or the ways of this subject you have no worries of them coming here.Also the reason that this came is because this has childern in the subject you typed in.Well that is all I have to say.
Roper
Sun Aug 15 14:22:09 EDT 1999Not intended for kids? I see no nudity or sex stories. Okay, an occasional swear word, but you get worse on a wrestling site, for crying out loud!
If a kid finds this page, it's HIS choice to visit it. If he's not interested, he can leave. I HATE it when kids are described as brainless imps. I, after all, was a kid once. Sure, some kids are stupid, like the ones who shoot themselves because they didn't think it'd hurt or something (don't laugh; I heard that excuse once).I hate it when "THE MAN" cracks down on a whole group for the retarded actions of some moron (like the whole "violence on TV and movies" debate debate. Fight the power!
'Ciao.Zorro
Thanks to those kind people who e-mailed me about
my page.
After I got over the initial shock, I thought, ok,
I'll just pull everything off of the backup page.
Surprise Surprise. The backup page is blank.
Everything I had stashed there is gone, my
stories, my memories, the Avon data, all gone.
Don't know what is going on with Angelfire, but
this is too much.maddog
http://angelfire.com/mn/maddogsw/index.html
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Mon Aug 16 00:31:42 UTC+0200 1999Maddog, you have all my solidarity. But I think that it should have been a good idea to keep your own backup data stored away somewhere (a more safe somewhere) else. Well, I suppose that it is the kind of thing one thinks of only when it is too late...
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
I tried accessing this page using my children's Surf Watch protected identities.
No can do.
This page is no longer a concern.
Enjoy yourselves.
I know exactly how maddog feels.You have my sympathy.
A couple of months ago, I lost ALL my bookmarks save for a few very early ones when Windows decided to munch them. (muttering darkly, "Bill [Gates]will pay for this....") No one had ever told me that I needed to back up such a thing as bookmarks. (I know now!!)
It was not a good feeling at all.
Thankfully, I have since re-discovered most of my fave sites. And I back-up my bookmarks now!!
mason
Mon Aug 16 15:44:43 UTC+0200 1999Mason- Interesting... I think I will backup mine, too. Thanks!
Just a li'l crazy thought: Was there something about the tender way between Doug & Becca? ;-)
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Mon Aug 16 18:32:08 CDT 1999You have my sympathy, maddog. Site crashes are always a pain. Unfortunately, there isn't much to be done about it except back up everything and hope.
On a more pleasant note, I've really liked the latest stories. Ian, I'm looking forward to the ending of yours. I have a feeling it's going to be good.
As always, great site, great posters! Thanks to all.Dorren
Mon Aug 16 19:28:43 EDT 1999I honestly belive that parent was right when he said this place is not for children, if only on one point.
We all have, and I include myself here, used the word "bondage" here, which usually connotes something sexual.
Maybe the '50's were different, but I'd been married for a year before I learned the word for tying your wife up was bondage. If you practice it, it probably wouldn't bother you if your children pick it up, if you don't; it is just another one of those words that bring out the people who don't use the net to try to shut it down.
Just a word of caution, merely asking for a show of restraint.
Idron
idron
idron@hotmail.com