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No, Britt. Burke wasn't referring to your story (which was very good, BTW) Burke, I also enjoyed yours, as always.
Now, onto the story:

 Doug
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

(1 of 9)
It was the summer of 1977, and I was staying over at my Aunt Jean's house with my cousins Donna (13), Shirley (11), George (7), and Keith (16). On the very first day, I was abducted, tied up and tickled by Becca (14) as revenge for making a snide comment about her (see my last post in the August Part One archive).
When we retired to bed that night, I figured that would be the end of any bondage games until the following Monday. But, as you well know by now, whenever I thought I knew what was going to occur, the opposite always happens.
Karen (13) stayed over at my Aunt Jean's on Saturday. Karen was a good friend of Donna's. I met her for the first time last summer during a bondage game, just after she moved into my cousins' neighborhood. Karen was a shy, reserved girl who usually preferred being the captive during our games. But, like most quiet people, she always managed to surprise us. After becoming a captor for the very first time last summer, Karen further surprised me when she wrote me letters after I returned home, and when I replied in kind, we kept up a steady correspondence (this was back in the days before e-mail). In one of her letters, she expressed her excitment at seeing me again this summer.
I would have no idea just how much she meant it.
I couldn't sleep that Saturday night. It was my first night away from home, and trying to sleep in a different bed wasn't easy. Even though I didn't really have to go, I got up and went to the bathroom, just for something to do.
When I came out, Karen was waiting for me.

Doug

(2 of 9)
She was barefoot, clad in pink summer pajamas that had short sleeves and short pants. In fact, her pants only came down to her knees, reminding me of the old-style breeches that people wore in the 18th century. You could say she even looked like a pirate, especially in the way that she casually leaned with one leg bent up, and a bare foot placed flat against the wall.
When she saw me, Karen gave me the faintest of smiles and said, "Hi."
"Hi," I replied, as I started to walk past her. I stopped when she abruptly tapped me on the shoulder. "What?"
"What?" Karen parroted back at me.
"Why did you tap my shoulder?" I asked.
"Oh, you mean like this?" And she tapped my bare shoulder once more. Then Karen giggled. "Does this annoy you?" She tapped me yet again.
"Yeah, it does," I said, a grin breaking over my face. "Look, if you're waiting for the bathroom, it's free, now."
"I wasn't waiting for the bathroom," Karen said, as she tapped me again. "I was waiting to do this." Yet another tap. Her smile grew wider. "You gonna do something about it?"
When I held my hands out as if to grab her, Karen jumped away from me in a frivolous little dance. "Gonna have to catch me, first," she said in a sing-song manner as she skipped into the kitchen.
I was beginning to wonder if there was something in the water supply in my cousins' town--not that I was complaining! I gave chase. To make a long story short, we wound up in the basement rec room, where I cornered Karen....in a corner, oddly enough.

Doug

(3 of 9)
"Give up?" I asked.
Karen, all flushed and giggly after our impromptu game of cat and mouse, nodded. Then she held her hands up in surrender. This was the unofficial signal from a captive which indicated that she (or he) was ready to be bound. I had actually thought twice about binding Karen. It was late, and what if my Aunt and Uncle heard us frolicking about and
decided to investigate?
But, "Seize the day", y'know? Besides, neither of us were tired, anyway.
Karen told me that where the "bondage bag" was stashed in the rec room. When I opened it, I found clothesline rope, and a roll of tape.
That faint smile had returned to Karen's face again when I tied her wrists behind her back. Being the paranoid twelve year old boy that I was, I wondered if she was enjoying some private joke at my expense. As I bound her wrists, she actually glanced at me over her shoulder and gave me a broad grin.
"Something funny?" I finally asked.
"Nope," Karen quickly replied. But the smile never left her lips.
I tied her wrists in the double-knot fashion: an extra strand of rope bound vertically over the original bond. Once I was finished, I gestured for Karen to take a seat on the sofa. She did so with a flourish, letting out a helpless little grunt, like a damsel from an old movie serial. I bent down and bound her feet together at the ankles. Karen leaned forward in her seat and watched this with intense interest. When I was done, she wiggled her toes at me.
She let out a shrill "No! No! No!" when I grabbed her ankles and tickled the soles of her feet.

Doug

(4 of 9)
Karen wiggled and squirmed wildly as I tickled her--until I saw her glance up at something behind me with wide eyes, and I instantly figured that I had a lot of explaining to do to either my Aunt Jean or Uncle Steve--or both. However, thankfully, it turned out to be Donna. Barefoot, my cousin stood clad in her customary pjs--which was just an extra large football jersey that came down to her mid-thigh. She appeared to have just woken up, and stood there with this bewildered look on her sleepy face that was comical.
Still looking puzzled, Donna held her hands up and shook her head at Karen--to which Karen responded with a little shrug. It was a brief, silent exchange between the girls.
"We couldn't sleep," I said simply.
"Yeah, I noticed," Donna said laconically.
I reminded Donna that I still had to get her back for telling Becca about the snide comment I made about her. "So you better start looking over your shoulder from now on," I warned her.
Frowning, Donna folded her arms and said, "What's wrong with right now?"
I threw my hands up and said, "Why not?"
I tied Donna's wrists together behind her back in the same, double-knot fashion which I had bound Karen. Then I made my cousin sit down next to Karen on the sofa. As I hunched over Donna's legs to tie her ankles together, Donna turned to Karen and whispered something in her ear. Karen's reaction to this was to gasp sharply and whisper "Shut up!" as harshly as she could.

Doug

(5 of 9)
Donna burst into laughter as Karen--her hands tied behind her--nudged Donna with her shoulder. Donna, still laughing, fell against the arm of the sofa. Karen's face was as red as a lobster. Taking a deep breath, she turned to me and said, "Doug, please gag her!"
"I'm the captor, here, remember?" I told her. I glanced at a still-giggling Donna and asked, "What was that about?"
"Nothing," Karen muttered indignantly.
"I'm asking Donna." I finally finished binding Donna's ankles just as she finished her giggling fit. I picked up her bound feet and placed them on my knee. Then I made a tickling gesture with my hand, placing my wiggling fingers no more than a millimeter away from her bare soles.
"Don't you dare!" Donna cried.
"Then tell me what you were talking about," I said.
"No," Donna firmly said--much to Karen's visible relief. My cousin drew herself up as far as her bonds would allow and added, "You tickle me, and I swear I'll scream so loud--"
"Not if I gag you," I countered.
Now both of the girls burst into laughter, and I immediately regretted saying that; for I realized too late that if I gagged Donna, then I couldn't very well interrogate her, now, could I? Giving in to the stand-off, I grabbed the tape and gagged them both. I placed a couple of strips over their mouths.

Doug

(6 of 9)
I sat down on the sofa opposite of them and watched the bound and gagged girls as they tried their best to free each other without looking too obvious about it. They sat close together, their eyes gazing warily at me over their gags as their hands got real busy behind their backs.
I had some fun when I jumped up and said, "Oh, I forgot to double-check your knots!"
Both Karen and Donna instantly held up their bound feet for me to inspect, but when I tried to check the ropes binding their wrists, they pressed tightly against each other and shook their heads 'no' resolutely.
I stood back with my hands on my hips and said, "Well, I guess you're tied pretty tight."
Karen and Donna then nodded vigorously at me--all the while, their hands were working furiously to free each other. I could have easily stopped them, but I was finally beginning to feel the lateness of the hour and was looking forward to getting some sleep.
Donna's hands were freed, first. Yet she merely sat there glaring wide-eyed at me, as if to say, "Do you mind?"
The fact was, I enjoyed watching them--and not just for the reasons that you may surmise.
I found their company to be very gratifying. Yet as much as I didn't want to leave them, I reluctantly did. "Well, I might as well get to sleep," I said, as I went back upstairs to bed. As I laid in bed, I heard them walking by my door outside--not their footsteps, but their gentle laughter and intense whispers. The door swung open and Karen tip-toed into the room after switching on the light. When I glanced up at her, Karen gave me a broad grin and a little wave of her hand.

Doug

(7 of 9)
In her other hand, she held a roll of tape, and several strands of rope were slung over her shoulder.
"I just wanna tuck you in," Karen whispered, as she gagged me with a strip of tape. I laughed quietly at this; it's hard to describe, but it was the way she said it that was very funny--sort of in a casual manner that belied her actions.
Karen tied my hands together at the wrist in front of me. Then, she secured my bound wrists above my head to the headboard. George was wide awake in his own bed now. He sat up, blinking his sleepy eyes and watched Karen tying me up with intense interest.
Karen then grabbed the bed sheet I was covered with and pulled it off of me. I was shirtless, clad only in a pair of red cotton shorts. Taking the last strand of rope she had, Karen used it to bind my ankles together. She tickled my bare feet, but I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of laughing, so she quickly gave up.
After giving me a thorough once-over, Karen started to pull the sheets over me, when she abruptly stopped and said, "It's too darn hot...." She left the sheets off.
"Nighty-night, Doug," Karen whispered as she left the room. I heard some more frenzied whispering outside, then it grew quiet.
I glanced over at George, who simply stared expectantly at me for a while, as if waiting for me to explode, or something. Then, he got out of bed, walked around my own bed, and switched the lights off. He got back into his own bed without a sound.

Doug

(8 of 9)
And so I was on my own. No matter. While Karen usually tied some pretty fierce knots, this time she wasn't too picky about the amount of slack I had on the rope which secured my wrists to the headboard--and it was a lot. My ankles, while bound together, weren't tied down to the opposite end of the bed. And so, with some wiggling and squirming, I was able to get my hands close enough to the headboard to pull the knot that secured my wrists loose.
I sat up and removed my gag with my still-bound hands. I thought I saw George shifting under the covers in the illumination cast by his night light. I sarcastically whispered, "Thanks for trying to free me, George."
I saw his sheets sharply wiggle in response, then he laid still--playing possum. When I asked him the following day why he didn't help free me, George just shrugged with a puzzled look on his face, as if the answer to that question was one of the great mysteries of the universe.
I chewed on the knot which bound my wrists (I remember it didn't taste very well) until I was able to pull my hands loose. I bent over and started to untie my ankles, when the door opened, and in strolled Karen with Donna and Shirley following close behind.
Karen flicked the light on, saw me untying my ankles, and did an abrupt about face--which caused her to bump into Donna. Karen frantically said "Oooooo, he's free! He's free!...." in a high-pitched whisper. All three girls retreated back out the door in a giggly mass of waving hands. They didn't even close the door.

Doug

(9 of 9)
I thought I heard my Aunt and Uncle stirring outside, so I forgot about untying my ankles and simply hopped over and shut the door. I switched off the light and hopped back into bed. I tried untying my ankles in the dimness until I heard the door once again opening. I pulled the sheets over me as I laid back down.
My Aunt Jean peered in at us, then whispered, "Good night, guys." Then the door shut again.
Once again, I pulled the sheets off of me and bent over to finally free my ankles once and for all (at least until the next bondage game). George's blankets wiggled once again in the dimness--a sight which reminded me of the Horta alien from Star Trek--and I glared at him until he laid still once more. Eventually, I got some sleep. When I awoke the next day, I discovered I had slept with a pile of loose ropes surrounding me like dead snakes. We wouldn't be able to play another bondage game until that Tuesday, when Becca resumed her revenge against me--with Karen thrown into the mix. That will be next. As always, thanks for reading.

Doug

Just like to let everybody know, I have updated my web site for the month of September. Canuck has graciously suggested to me that I archive my childhood stories on my site, and I have begun to do this. Once again, thanks for reading.

Doug
http://members.tripod.com/DKB_2/doorway.html
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Mon Jan 1 06:06:47 EST 1996

Britt:

My comment was directed at the person who plagerized Doug's story. Sorry if you saw it another way. There was no slight intended to you.

As one who writes for a living, I have a low regard for plagerists. At the risk of being crude, and offending someone, I am of the opinion that plagerists are lower than whale shit, and that's at the bottom of the ocean.

 Burke

Wed Sep 1 16:07:51 UTC+0200 1999

Doug- very nice story, but it seems to have left a couple of questions behind.

1. Did you ever discover what Donna whispered in Karen's ear, thus making her gasp?

2. What exactly does "playing possum" mean?

Grazie & ciao!

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Wed Sep 01 13:10:39 GMT-0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) 1999

Andy:

"Playing possum" is an expression that means to pretend to be dead. Real possums in the wild actually do that sometimes to trick any animals that would otherwise actually kill them!

 Jazz411
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Stage/6050/
jazz411@epix.net

Wed Sep 01 15:17:47 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

yeah doug what did donna whisper in karen's ear
the suspense is killing me =)

 Baron Of Bondage (BoB)

Wed Sep 01 15:32:03 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

oh yeah great story as always doug
and i am still looking for pics of sarah michelle gellar tied up so if u c some plz tell me thanx

 Baron Of Bondage (BoB)

Wed Sep 01 18:01:12 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

Andy: no, to this day, neither Donna, or Karen has told me what was said between them that night. When I recently asked (shortly before posting this story), both of them said they couldn't recall what it was. And I believe them...I think. Paranoid?! Who, me?! :)

Doug
http://members.tripod.com/DKB_2/doorway.html
Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com

Thu Sep 02 01:09:47 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

Hello People!

Nice to see good stories coming in again! Britt, nice first attempt! Looking forward to the next one!
I liked your's too, Burke.
Doug, I'm sad to learn about someone stealing your story and claiming it as her's. But hey, look at it as an act of admiration! You've got a fan there!

Do anyone visit Bob's chat? The last times I went there I only found Bob talking to Jessica, and that was not so funny, (although Bob's a nice guy).

I've tried Lorelei's chat on Bedroom Bondage, but that was like riding a bike on the freeway.

Hope to meet some of you this weekend! Take care!

 PH

Thu Sep 02 00:38:40 GMT-2400 1999

I'm glad that some of you used your valuable time to read my story and enjoyed it. someone name S.F.s.f (San Fransisco submissive female) contacted me via yahoo chat and told me that my story would make more sense if i told u all how old ashley jenni ali and i are. I don't excactly see how, but i will tell u anyway. Ashley and jenni are 17, while ali and i are 14. once again i am sorry for taking up space. Thanx for reading my story!

 Britt

Thu Sep 2 17:14:36 UTC+0200 1999

Doug: then you should REALLY have them tickle tortured to made them confess! Alas, now it is too late and we will never know what those words were... Does anyone want to play "guess"? ;)

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Thu Sep 02 18:43:31 GMT Daylight Time 1999

Hey, great site.

I've been reading the stories since July and I'll put some of my very own experiences on soon. Keep up the good work everyone.

P.S, if anyone has experiences of being tied up with sticky tape, i'd love to hear from you.

Thanx y'all.

 Foxy
richard.morgan@net.ntl.com

Thu Sep 02 15:35:50 Canada Central Standard Time 1999

If anybody knows how to tie youself up and try to get out so its a challenge.
Thanx

 JJ

Mon Jan 1 01:18:55 EST 1996

NANCY'S "SCREEN PLAY" Part 1

Our sister, Cathy, and Nancy were close friends - almost as close as Billy and I, and we were twins. For the most part, they liked the same things, but there were differences. For instance, Nancy was active in the community Little Theater; Cathy had trouble standing up and reading aloud in school. Even the mere mention of standing up in front of an audience of any kind, sent Cathy up a wall. Look up "stage fright" in the dictionary, and you'll find a picture of Cathy.
For the last two weeks or so, Cathy and Nancy had been seeing a lot of each other - more so than usual. There was also a tell-tale twinkle in Cathy's big brown eyes, which told us that we had better watch our backs - especially Ray. Cathy felt she still owed him for that camera incident.
Nancy had come over, and she and Cathy had closeted themselves in Cathy's room. We had finished our morning chores, and were headed out to find some friends, and waste away the day. Ray was with us, figuring there was strength in numbers, if the girls tried anything. We had not yet cleared the driveway, when Cathy called from her window, and said she had something to show us. Ray wanted to ignore her, and keep going, but we turned back to see what she wanted. Ray reluctently followed, after being assured that there were three of us and only two of them, and that they would be unlikely to do anything.
Nancy had come up with a play of sorts, that she wanted to act out, as though putting on a performance. Cathy had agreed, provided it was just the five of us, and now, the chore was to talk Ray, Billy, and me into playing along.
Ray's first reaction, was "No way in hell!!" even though he was cast as the "hero" of the piece. (Billy and I were cast as the victims, and Nancy and Cathy would be the villians.)

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 01:42:34 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 2

Billy and I thought it looked interesting, and suggested a few changes here and there. We were surprised at how readily Nancy agreed, as that was not like her at all. Meanwhile, Ray had slipped out the door, and was playing "tag" with Jeff and Mark next door.
We called him back, and I guess he wanted more protection, as he brought Jeff and Mark with him. Billy and I said that Nancy had a good idea, and that we should go along, but Ray was still reluctant. However, Mark and Jeff thought it sounded neat, and wanted in. Nancy said it wouldn't be a problem, and that she would write them in as victims, along with Billy and me. Mark said "We can get Chuck, too. If Ray won't play the hero, Chuck will!" At that, Ray finally agreed to join. Despite being four years Chuck's junior, he figured he could do anything that Chuck could do. Nancy accepted, and told Mark and Jeff to get Chuck anyway. There could be two heroes. The planned cast of five, was now eight.
Because of the way the play was written, adding three additional characters was not a problem. From what we read, there wasn't a lot of dialogue, and what there was, could be ad libbed. We figured it would take about an hour to do it, but preparations would take much longer.
On to the play: Cathy and Nancy would take the roles of "Cerebro" and "Mento," two nutburger doctors, who wanted to experiment with twins, and transplant their brains into gorillas. Ray and Chuck would keep their names, and be military officers, assigned to locate and capture these two maniacs. Mark and Jeff, and Billy and I, would play the roles of twins, kidnapped from our beds in the middle of the night, and held captive until the mad doctors could perform their brain transplants. With that set, all we needed now, was a place to act this all out.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 02:19:23 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 3

Now, we needed a location. We couldn't do it in our house, as the number of kids that could be hear at any given time, was six, and Mom and Dad would toss a bloody fit if all eight of us were there. Nancy's house was out, and so was Chuck's, Mark's, and Jeff's. We had a solution, but we did not think the girls would like it.
Our solution was the old Myers house, about two and a half miles out of town. There wasn't anything anywhere near it, and it had been abandoned for at least 10 years. It was also supposed to be haunted - at least according to most of the adults we knew. (Personally, I thought they took some sadistic delight in watching our eyes bug out and our jaws drop, as they spun yarns about ghosts, murders, and children that had vanished off the face of the earth.)
The Myers house was, to us, the perfect site for Nancy's play. It had a damp basement, which could be used for the mad doctors' lab, and several second floor bedrooms, from which we could be "kidnapped." The only trouble, was that the girls were scared of the place, and when we brought it up, the reaction was loud and negative: Not only NO!, but HELL NO!!"
We prevailed upon the girls to go out with us one day, just to see the place. They had plenty of misgivings, but after much coaxing, and calling them "chickens," they agreed. The following morning - Saturday - just after 9:30 AM, we mounted our bikes, and headed out.
We got through the fence through a rusty old gate, and stowed our bikes. We entered through a basement window, and, after our eyes got used to the dark, we began to look around. We pointed out that we could move a few things around, and make the basement a lab, and suddenly, the girls were starting to warm up to the idea.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 02:39:57 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 4

The next stop was the first floor, a wide area with the master bedroom, a huge living room, some utility rooms and closets, and a room that was the kitchen, with nothing but an old sink.
Upstairs, there were about eight bedrooms of varying sizes. Some had two beds; others had one, and all had dusty old mattresses with holes, that smelled like month old laundry.
By the time we finished showing off the place, the girls had changed their minds, and said that this would do. In fact, they said it would be the ideal place to act out Nancy's play.
Of course, we had to keep this a secret. If any of our parents got wind that we were playing in this old place, there was little doubt that we would get the stanadard lectures about the place being dangerous, haunted, and that it didn't belong to us, along with the admonition or orders to stay the hell away.
But kids will be kids, and for us - especially us six boys - this old "haunted" house, out in the middle of nowhere, was a facinating and wonderful place where we could play, be left alone, and allow our imaginations to run wild. But first, there were some things we needed.
Since Jeff, Mark, Billy, and I were to be "kidnapped from our beds in the middle of the night," we would have to pretend to be asleep, and lay on the beds. Laying on those smelly old mattresses did not appeal to us, so we needed something to cover them. No problem. Sheets were 35 cents at the Goodwill store, and we had enough to get at least four. With that problem solved, we turned to costuming.
Outfitting Cathy and Nancy wouldn't be a problem. We found some black cotton pants that would fit the girls, and a couple of lab coats, all for about a quarter each.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 03:03:18 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 5

Now it was time to costume the rest of the cast. Since Ray and Chuck were supposed to be military officers, they had to be in some kind of uniform. Chuck suggested his scout uniform, but ours were too big for Ray, and Cub uniforms were too small for Chuck. The solution to that, was to find a uniform at the troop's and pack's uniform exchange. Sorry, but no small scout uniforms, but we did find a Cub uniform that would fit Chuck, if we let the pants down. Chuck, at 14, was not that thrilled to have to wear a Cub uniform - one for kids four years younger than he was, but with no other choice at the moment, he relented. Of course, that meant changing the setting from the 1930's, to the 1880's, but Nancy's script was flexible.
Last, but not least, came the four of us - the two sets of twins. Since we were now set in the 1880's, Nancy said we should wear nightshirts. All four of us balked. NO WAY!! They looked like long dresses, and there wasn't a way in hell I was going to wear one, even if they were only a dime at the Goodwill store.
After our loud refusals, Nancy gave in, and said no nightshirts, but that we would have to wear pajamas. The four of us didn't like this, either, but it was better than wearing the nightshirts. We did demand a vow of silence, which was given, and Chuck also demanded one for the cub uniform, which was also given.
For the next week, we packed away props and costumes, and shuttled them out to the old Myers house. Finally, the big day had arrived, and under a bright blue sky, the eight of us pedaled out to enact Nancy's adventure.

Burke

Mon Jan 1 03:47:40 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 6

We recovered our costumes, and got ready. Cathy and Nancy were already wearing their black pants and white shirts, so all they had to do, was grab their lab coats from a bag. Ray and Chuck took the master bedroom on the first floor, while Mark and Jeff, and Billy and I, took separate bedrooms on the second floor. When we were ready, we banged twice on the floor with a shoe.
A few seconds later, there was an answering signal from Mark and Jeff, then a third signal from Chuck and Ray. The curtain was going up.
Billy and I were wearing dark blue ski pajamas - the kind with the pullover shirt and the snug cuffs at the wrists and ankles. Outside the door, we heard a creak, and knew one of the girls was about to enter. It was Nancy, although we half expected it to be Cathy.
She walked over to Billy, since he was the closest. She rolled him on his back, and held a water pistol to his nose. "Not a sound!" she hissed. Billy nodded, and through half opened eyes, I watched, as she made him roll over on his stomach, then pulled his hands behind him, and tied them together with a rope from her coat pocket. After tying his hands, she gagged him with a bandana, then tied another piece around his arms, to the bed board. I was next.
Nancy repeated the procedure with me, except that she tied my ankles. When she was done, she went back to Billy, and untied him from the bed board, got him on his feet, blindfolded him, and marched him out the door.
A few minutes later, she was back for me. My ankles and arms were untied, and and the blindfold applied. I was taken out the door, and down two flights of steps to the basement, where I was told to sit. I did as I was told, and Nancy tied my ankles again. Then, for good measure, she tied my arms and legs, before removing the blindfold.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 04:09:33 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 7

I looked around, and say that Billy and I were tied identically, except for our gags. Mine was red, his was blue. Cathy had been a litle easier on Mark and Jeff. They had not been tied around the legs. Unlike us, they were wearing regular pajamas - with the button-up shirts, and the wide cuffs at the wrists and ankles. Both were gagged with red bandanas.
Out of the corner of my eye, I say Ray and Chuck, in their blue uniforms, at the top of the stairs. Rescue was at hand! Cathy and Nancy were rubbing butter knives together, and making comments about how much smarter we'd be, when our brains had been exchanged with gorilla brains. I nudged Billy, and nodded in the direction of the staircase. Then, I started to struggle, and make loud "Mmmmppffffs" through my gag. Billy, Jeff, and Mark took the hint, and did the same.
This attracted the attention of the girls, who came over to us, and told us that we had better settle down, or they would hogtie us. To do that, they had to turn their backs on the staircase, and Chuck and Ray quickly came down the steps. "Get away from them, you fiends!" yelled Chuck.
In mock surprise, the girls backed off. Held at the point of Ray's water gun, the girls were handcuffed with plastic toy handcuffs, and made to sit in chairs across the room. Ray and Chuck turned their attention to us, and started across the room to free us. Just as they got to us, Cathy had freed herself with a key hidden in her back pocket. "Not so fast, you two!" she said, pointing another water gun at Chuck and Ray. "Now, get my sister loose!"
Chuck stood with us, as Ray walked over and used his key to free Nancy. Nancy clamped the handcuffs on Ray, and sat him down in the chair. Cathy looked at Chuck, and said that she wasn't taking any chances that he had an extra key, and he would be tied.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 04:36:42 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 8

Cathy took a short piece of rope, and tied Chuck's hands behind him, then tied his ankles, arms, and legs. She got one more piece, and said "This is for trying to interfere with our experiments." and used it to hog tie him. Lastly, she pulled a yellow and blue neckerchief out of one of the rope bags, and tied it tightly over Chuck's mouth.
Nancy looked at Ray, and said "I've got one for you, too!" and gagged him with a red and yellow neckerchief. "Maybe I'll transplant your brain into a moose." she said, and laughed.
Nancy looked at Cathy, and asked if he should be tied, or if he would be OK handcuffed. Cathy said that she had all the keys, and that he would be OK. "Just put him in the other chair, where we can keep an eye on him, and tie his ankles. We'll use him for bear bait."
(Moving Ray to the other chair was a part of Nancy's script. Ray had another extra key and a squirt gun, taped to the bottom of the chair.)
From across the room, we could see that Ray was up to something, and thought it might be a good idea to take the girls' attention away from him. Again, we started to struggle and make noises. The girls made good on their threat to hogtie us, but while they were doing that, Ray had gotten the hidden key, and was working on his ankles. Once loose, he produced the squirt gun, and ordered "Cerebro" and "Mento" to untie us.
Cathy and Nancy complied, and soon, we were standing around, wring our hands with delight at what we were about to do. Since the toy handcuffs were all but useless, and there were probably still some extra keys floating around, the two girls were now about to pay. Chuck and Ray got their hands tied, then Mark, Jeff, Billy, and I joined in, and wrapped them up with as much rope as we could find. The girls had overlooked the several pieces of stripped linen, but we did not. The girls were tightly and thickly gagged, now prisoners, and ready for justice to be served.
.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 05:09:41 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 9

Since Cathy and Nancy were all wrapped up with all the rope, they couldn't walk, so we carried them upstairs, and laid them down on the floor. Chuck became the judge, and the rest of us were the jury. "How do you plead?" he asked. All he got from the girls, was some loud "Mmmppfff's."
We found "Cerebro" and "Mento" guilty of spitting on the sidewalk, jaywalking, and practicing medicine with expired licenses, and sentenced them to 500 years in jail, or life, whichever came first.
There, Nancy's script ended, but we thought it might be a good idea to leave them tied as long as we had been tied, which was the better part of 45 minutes. However, we showed them a little mercy, and freed them after about 30.
Outside, the bright blue sky of a couple hours ago, had turned dark. We heard thunder in the distance, and saw that a light rain was falling. Nancy said that if she had known it was going to rain, she'd have staged the "play" to coincide with the rain, since rain, thunder, and lightning always seemed to be present when mad doctors were in their laboratories. About then, there was a bright flash, and a loud clap of thunder. The light rain became a downpour.
We figured we'd be stuck for another two hours or so, and decided to play "hide and go seek" until the rain let up enough for us to go home. (Nancy wanted to do the play again, but was voted down.)
With eight of us, the game was played with two "its." They would be tied up, and the rest of us had until they got loose, to hide. When "it" caught someone, he/she was taken to the "base," and tied up. If the captive could get free, he/she could run and hide again, but a captive could not have any help. He/she had to get loose on his own, and if he/she got help, then everybody in the game got a penalty on the captive and two on whoever helped him/her.

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 05:27:22 EST 1996

NANCY'S SCREEN PLAY, Part 10

For the first game, Ray and Nancy won (or lost), and were selected as "it," while Billy and Chuck won the right to tie them up. The rest of us scattered through the big gloomy house, made even more so, by the continuing rain and thunder.
We played for the next two and a half hours, until the rain finally stopped, and the sun returned to chase off the clouds. Seeing our chance, we started out to get our bikes, when the girls started laughing uncontrolably. "What's so funny?" asked Billy. The girls continued to laugh, until Cathy blurted out "You're going home like that??" I looked down, and saw stockinged feet. No shoes. Then it dawned on me. Billy and I were still in our pajamas, and so were Mark and Jeff. Chuck and Ray were still in their blue uniforms. Crimson-faced, we retreated to the bedrooms, and changed back into our jeans. The girls were in hysterics.
We got dressed, and packed up the costumes, props, ropes, and bandanas, and headed home. It was only mid-afternoon - around 3:00 PM, and there was always something we could do to while away the rest of Saturday afternoon.

END

 Burke

Fri Sep 3 11:43:08 CDT 1999

Hi! Guys another story that is short. I will try and write a lot.
Aunt DEE TYING.
This aunt was the best looking of my dad's sisters. I have always wanted to tie her. Well one day when I was about in the jr. high ,or a little younger. My mom picked me and my brother up after school and dropped me off at my aunt's house around 3:15. It was just me and her till her boys got off the bus. I knew I was going over there so I packed the few things needed to tie her. I hope she was wearing her blue jeans and hose. She like wearing this a lot back then. After my mom left. I got to sit and watch her lay on the couch watching T.v.. She asked If Ineed any thing. I started by playing around nothing right now. Iasked when my cousins would be home? She said around 4:30 or 4:45 it just depends. Sometims around 5:00. She noticed me watching her hosed feet. She asked me "like what you see". I turned red not knowing I was that obivious. I said "Well yes". I was caught I didn't know what else to say. I finally kept. watching those feet of hers. I asked "I could tie them". AT first it was "NO". I kept asking nicely until she finally aggeed. She said not to tight. I won't because I tird her ankles around her jeans. So it wouldn't leave marks. It was in late Sept., or early Oct. so I had my stuff in my jacket. After Igot the feet tied I asked "Aunt Dee can I go ahead and just kidnap you since I'm all ready a 1/4 way there. She didn't like that I idea to well. Because her nephew had her feet tied and seeting on his lap. I put her feet back on the couch and asked If I could finish before everyone got home. I promised to have her untied before her got home. She finally agreed. I said "SET up and lean forward where Ican tie your hands behind you". She asked what about in front of me. I said that wouldn't look right to me. I was moving her into position for a gag. I got behind her and tied her hands and asked if the rope was to tight. She commented on the good tying. I was a scout.When She asked is this a

 J-man

Fri Sep 3 12:42:22 CDT 1999

Fri Sep 3 11:43:08 CDT 1999
 

Aunt DEE TYING pt.2
When She asked is this all. I said no one more thing I need to do.What is that she asked. I said open wide. She asked what for. I then took the bandanna and in serted it between her teeth and tied it off before she could spit it out. She started "MMMMMMPH, MMMMMPH ". Like crazy. She realize she had been had. I told her to lay back on the couch and try to get loose if she can. She tried for about 30 minutes. I told her I was sorry for not telling her about the gag. I would watch for the bus. I would go back and play with her feet and check her hands. I would tell I was going outside and wait for the guys to come in. Boy my aunt dee would get the look in her eyes, and mmmmmph, mmmmmmph mmmmmph like telling me my rights. It was fun and never ever did to get to tie her anymore. I would look out the window and I finally saw the bus coming down the road I went in untied her. This time Istarted with the hands and asked her to let me untie her all the way. She shook her heaad yes. I unntied her hands first, and then went in front of her and ask her to lean her head forward to undo her gag. I heard Her ask did you have funand I responded yes mama. I worked down to her feet last. There was a throw on the couch just in case I couldn't finish her feet. To cover them up and let her untie them. I got to finish what I started 3 minutes before My cousins got there. I hope you guys like it J-mAN

J-man

Fri Sep 3 18:47:11 EDT 1999

I have an absolutely true story from my freshman year of college involving a friend of mine. In short, she kidnapped me for 3 days, tied me up, held me hostage and tickle-tortured me for information about the guy she was dating (he was also a friend of mine.) It's very innocent but quite bizarre - I don't know how many 18-year-old women who kidnap their friends. If you want to hear it, please let me know. It's very long, though, so I'll have to post it in pieces. Let me know if you're interested.

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 16:41:54 PDT 1999

L:

You just won the prize for the silliest question of the day. Of course we want to hear the story.

Anon

Fri Sep 3 19:05:46 EST 1999

check out my homepage. It has a lot of great stories

 tymup
plaza.prosurfr.com/terry/
dod@hotmail.com

Silly question, L!

Of course we want to read your story!

 mason

Fri Sep 3 20:59:21 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 1)

My freshman year of college, one of my closest friends was a girl named Claudia. She was Spanish-American and had a very unique beauty about her – dark shoulder-length hair, very thin, very European in her style. She talked with a moderate accent in a deep, fluid voice. We were just friends and never dated–while she was very pretty, there wasn’t really any deep attraction. She also began dating one of my other closest friends, Mark (who I’d known for years), and I played a large part in getting the two of them together. Claudia was well aware of Mark’s past romance life – he was a year older and she had pretty much never had a boyfriend – and was always working me for more information about what he had said about her and how serious he was about the two of them. In retrospect, I guess she was a touch jealous and insecure, and she was very pushy in trying to get “information” from me. She used to joke that she knew how to “make me talk,” and that always got laughed off with me teasing her a bit more, saying there were things about Mark that she didn’t want to know. That would prove to be a big mistake and would play an important role in this story.

One day, when my family was out of town on vacation (I was the oldest and the only one in college, though I lived at home), Claudia came to my house to study and hang out. It was a rainy Friday, the start of a three day weekend. She began to joke around again after a couple hours, saying things like, “You know I’m never going to let you be until you tell me everything he’s told you, so you might as well.” I was very jokingly condescending, saying things like “I’ll tell you when you’re older” and “Face it, there are certain things you’ll never find out.” We laughed and she changed the subject and asked if I was hungry. I told her yes, and she said that I should go out a
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:03:34 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 2)

We laughed and she changed the subject and asked if I was hungry. I told her yes, and she said that I should go out and get some sandwiches while she watched the videotape of a soap opera. When I asked her why I had to go, she said, “Because my feet hurt and I just want to take my shoes off and walk around in my socks for a while. If you won’t tell me what you know about Mark, you can at least do this.” She was irresistible like this – I decided to go easy on her. I told her she looked like a turtle (she wore a short-sleeved light-turquoise-colored button down shirt buttoned up to the collar, grey pants, and black socks. A nice outfit. “Turtle” made no sense, I know, but I was thinking off the top of my head. Sue me). So off I went to get food while she watched her soap operas and took off her boots.

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:06:02 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 3)

I got back about a half-hour later and came in through the garage, which led into the den where we were hanging out. I was wet and a little distracted from the rain. I yelled to her that I was back, and wondered to myself why the lights were out (it was starting to get dark outside) and why the TV was glowing in the room with no sound. I put the food down and walked into the room, and all of a sudden I felt her on me, tackling me and wrestling me to the floor. I yelled “What the hell are you doing,” but she tripped me (she had taken a few martial arts lessons, by the way, and I was rather thin and out of shape) and fell on top of me, my chest to the floor. “We’re going to have a talk, you and me,” she said, driving her knee into my back while I tried to fight her off. “Stop fighting me or I’ll drive my knee all the way through your back.” It hurt, so I said (while gasping for breath) “Okay, what do you want to talk about.”

L
 
 

Fri Sep 03 20:40:23 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Doug,

Great story as usual, but the suspense is killing me; did anything ever happen between you and Karen (besides or maybe including) bondage? Not looking for details here but....

 John

Fri Sep 3 21:07:45 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 4)

“You know what I want to talk about,” she said. “I told you you’re going to talk.” “But I…” was all I got out when she grabbed my hair and pulled back, causing a little more pain.
“You’ll shut up and listen to me. I’m tired of you lying to me and teasing me with all this stuff, and tonight you’re going to talk. Nod you’re head if you understand, and don’t say a word.” She still had ahold of my hair.
In nodded and tried to say something, but she yanked again. She laughed and said (this is all paraphrased – I can’t remember it exactly), “You don’t listen well, do you? We’ll have to take care of that, but it’s good to know you understand what I’m saying. Now, put your hands behind your back.”

L
 
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:10:21 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 5)

“What?” I half-yelled, not quite believing what I was hearing. That got me another yank of the hair and her left foot (her right leg was in my back) somehow raised up and kicked me in the back of the knee. I was relieved to feel that she had only socks on, but it still hurt.
“Did I ask you to talk,” she said, still grabbing my hair. “Put your hands behind your back before I give you another Charlie Horse.”
Not believing this and fearing that I may soon be bald with a broken back (not really, but I was kind of a wimp and there was a degree of pain), I complied.
Within an instant, she pulled my hands together and started to tie them behind my back with rope. I had no idea where it came from, but was relieved that she let go of my hair and in the few seconds before I could gather my thoughts, my hands were tightly tied behind by back. It was still quite dark and I couldn’t see much, and I hadn’t even seen her face yet. Up to this point had only taken about 2 minutes.

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:12:03 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 6)

I felt her knee come out of my back and she got up, laughing and saying “That should hold you to start with.” I rolled around to my back as fast as I could to see her up and walking across the room to turn the light on. When she did, I saw a whole pile of white cotton rope that came from our basement, kind of spilling out of her bookbag. I also saw that she had closed all the blinds and there was virtually no natural light getting into the room. I rolled over a little more, a little disoriented with the light now on, and tried to get up. I was stopped in an instant when her foot stepped on my chest and forced me back down. All I could see were her black socks until I looked all the way up and saw her smiling at me, her foot on my chest and her nice shirt and pants unruffled and unmussed.
“Hi there,” she said. “Ever been tied up before?”
I was too shocked to answer.

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:14:33 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 7)

“You know, I grew up in a seaside town in Spain and had to tie our boat to dock. I learned how to do it really well. You can struggle all you want, but if I can tie a boat to a dock, I can tie up a skinny little guy like you. Then she laughed and rubbed her foot along my face, I think just to rub it in.
“You’re a comedian. You had fun now? How about letting me up…” I was stopped when her foot moved over my mouth. I was only a tiny bit relieved that her socks were clean.
“No talking. Not yet. You’re cute, sweetie. You think I’m done with you yet? Not even close.”
Claudia’s foot came off my mouth and she very quickly knelt down, grabbed more rope, and tied my feet together at the ankles. She had a very determined look on her face the whole time, so I held my comments. I found it best.

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:16:02 EDT 1999

Torture by Claudia (part 8)

Next, more rope, tied around my legs just above my knees. Finally, she grabbed me by the shirt (I was a wearing just a print- T-shirt and jeans and felt a bit vulnerable) and wrapped a piece of rope around my chest a few times, pinning my arms to my sides. She grabbed both ends of the rope, eased me back down, tied a quick knot, put her foot on it, and tied it into a square knot. I wasn’t going anywhere, and I was shocked at how fast she had tied me up.
“Yoo won’t be needing these,” she said, undoing the laces of my sneakers and tugging one off. I pulled back quickly, and she got mad. She jumped on top of me, sitting on my chest, one foot on each side of my head, and spoke to me slowly, through a nasty, cat-like grin. It was something like:
“Listen to me closely. You’re tied up and at my mercy. You’ve been kidnapped, and you better get used to it. You and I are going have a very long talk – kidnapper to hostage – and I don’t feel like having you kick me. Your shoes are coming off, and if you fight me again, I’ll kick you where you don’t want to be kicked. Even with only socks on, my feet can hurt you. Got it? If you understand me, hostage, nod, and don’t you dare say a word.”

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:17:34 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 9)

What was I supposed to do? I nodded, she gave me a small slap in the face, saying “Good boy,” got off of me, went back to my feet, and took my sneakers off. Then came my socks, and I had to ask.
“Why the socks? Those can’t hurt you?” I can honestly say I had no idea what she had in mind.
“Don’t worry about that. Let’s have a talk.” She swung around, knelt back against the couch, put her feet up on chest, and started to laugh hysterically.
“I can’t believe I tied you up so easily. I barely weight 100 pounds and I’m wearing nice clothes, and I still overpowered you. How does that make you feel?”
“Wonderful. What are going to do, leave me lying here until I tell you all of Mark’s secrets? I don’t know any – I’ve been kidding you.”

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:18:55 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 10)

“No, I won’t let you just lie here. If you don’t talk soon, I have to force it out of you. We’ll see what kind of torturer I am if you make me. I know you know all about what he said about me, our first date, and that last girlfriend of his – everything - and I’m not untying you until you tell me everything. Now, I don’t want you saying another word unless it’s information that I want. If you say anything else, you’ll be sorry.”
“But I…”
“One more word that’s not what I want to hear and I’ll lose my patience.”
“Listen…”
“That’s it!” Claudia yelled, surprising me with a quick burst of anger. She crouched down next to me, put one hand over my mouth, and reached into her bag with the other. She pulled out a role of thick black tape, and I as so startled that I bit her hand. Big mistake.

L
 
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:21:23 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 11)

She pulled away, her face tightened, and she smacked me. Not too hard, but enough to get my attention. Then she climbed onto my chest and tore off a piece of tape, very quickly.
“You jerk! You’re not going to make this easy on yourself, huh? Fine!” Despite my trying to wriggle free, she forced the tape over my mouth. Then another. Another. When she stopped at 5, I couldn’t move or talk.
“There! Bound and gagged! You want to do this the hard way, that’s fine with me!”
I tried to shout that I couldn’t tell her anything with a gag in my mouth, and she picked up on it.
“You’ll have plenty of time to talk in a few minutes. First, I think I have to show you that I mean business. I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” Claudia moved from my chest to my legs, pinning me below the waist, and giggled. “I’ve got just the torture for you. You’re not going to like it, but I have no choice. Ready? I know you’re ticklish!”
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:23:06 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 12)

I was – who isn’t? – and I began to scream “No!” Did no good, of course, and she started to giggle harder and she wiggled her fingers in front of, getting them closer and closer to my stomach. My eyes were bulging and I was in an all-out scream – behind the gag.
“Let’s see if this refreshes your memory,” she hissed, and that’s when the tickling began. My stomach, armpits, chest, and ribs were being savagely tickled, and it felt like electric shocks. I thrashed like I never have before, begging her under the gag. Her fingers moved at lightning speed over my torso, but her face had only a small grin. Claudia was like an experienced, psychotic torturer.
“I’m so sorry you don’t take me seriously, but I’m afraid my little hostage has a lesson to learn. I have no problem tickling you for the rest of your life – you seem to like it so much!”
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:25:00 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 13)

My face turned purple and I laughed and gasped and shrieked under the gag. The I felt the tears coming, rushing down my face and I was laughing and crying like a baby.
With that, she stopped. She noticed the tears, grabbed one of my socks, and started to dab them with it. My face was hot and stinging and I was still laughing and sobbing under the gag. She ripped off the gag and I immediately began to scream, "NO, PLEASE NO MORE!! OH GOD NO MORE!!!" She looked at me with very little sympathy.
"Poor baby. What's the matter? You can't handle a little tickle torture? It's only been 7 minutes. You don't like me tickling you? You must like it, you're laughing so hard? My hostage doesn't like being tickle-tortured? Awwwww..."

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:33:56 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 14)

“It’s such a shame. We could have been having dinner and could have gone to a movie. But you couldn’t tell me the truth, could you? But hey, if you’d rather I kidnap you, tie you, gag you, and tickle you to death, that’s fine to. I’m just getting started.”
Suddenly she stopped, saw all my tears, shook her head and said, “Poor baby. I’ll tell you what. One more minute and then we can have our talk. Starting…now!”
Claudia got to her feet, pulled her socks up, crouched down, and starting her rapid-fire tickling all over again.

“No! No! No! No! I can’t! I can’t…”
“Allright, I promise I won’t tickle you anymore if you talk. Start talking.”
It took about a minute for me to finally compose myself, my face burning with the tears, and I said (stupidly), “But I don’t KNOW anything!!! I swear it!”
“Oh, tha’s the wrong answer. This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?”
L
 
 
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:40:36 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 15)

She went upstairs, leaving me to lie on the floor, desperately trying to undo my ropes to no avail. She had tied me up like a professional kidnapper. I heard her on the phone, and by the time she got back downstairs 10 minutes later, I had composed myself. She padded down the stairs and sat on the floor next to me, sitting with her legs crossed.
“Oh good, you’re ready to talk. What did Mark tell you?”
“Claudia, I swear to God…”
She reached down and used two fingers on each hand to tickle my hips, where I was even more ticklish. I screamed again, and she asked her question again. “I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW! I SWEAR TO GOD, PLEAS E STOP!!!” This went on for a few more minutes, before she said, “Okay, time to go to work on your feet!”
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:41:52 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 16)

“No!” I screamed, starting to panic over my most ticklish spot. But she rolled me over, sat on the backs of my legs, and tickled my feet up and down, top and bottom, very methodically, all the while saying, “You must love being tickled! What did Mark tell you?! Tell me! Tell me!!!!!”
This went on, on and off, for about 2 hours. It didn’t make me cry this time, because each time it got too bad she stopped for a second, allowing me to compose myself.
Then, she sat on the couch with me on my back, put her feet on my stomach, wriggled her toes through her socks, and said, “Let’s see if my feet can jog your memory. Tell me!” And then she tickled me with her feet for 10 minutes, causing me to jerk and spasm like I’d stuck my finger in a light switch. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I couldn’t stop laughing. But her feet kept it up, and she never stopped piercing me with her amused, annoyed look.
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:43:40 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 17)

Finally, she stopped and I whimpered. She put her socks under my nose and said something like, “Are you getting the picture that I’m serious?”
Around 9 p.m., she got up, walked across the room, and grabbed her boots. “Looks like I have to go home and get a change of clothes. I told you my feet hurt! You’ll pay for making me put my shoes back on!”
She laced up her boots, reached into her bag, pulled out another pair of black socks, and gagged me with both of them. Then she got her black-leather jacket, crouched down over me, and said something to the effect of:
“It’s 9 o’clock. I’ll be back by 11 – I’m going home, getting a change of clothes, and going to see Mark. He thinks I’m going to my aunt’s house for the weekend. When I get back, unless you’ve untied yourself – which you won’t, by the way – I’m going to take my shoes off, relax for a while, take your gag off, put you on the couch, and let you sleep for a few hours.
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:45:21 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 18)

“You’re such a tickling lightweight, you’re going to need it. Around 5 in the morning, I’ll wake you, put you on the floor, sit on top of you, and tickle you until you tell me everything. You think I was hard on you before? You’re ribs and feet and hips will feel like they’re on fire, and you’ll be begging me to listen to all you have to say! I’ll tickle you with my hands and my feet over every part of your body. Sorry, sweetie, this is the way it has to be.”
With that, she left, and I wish I could tell you I got free, but I didn’t. Over the next 36 hours, she would feed me, let me go to the bathroom, and even loosened the ropes so I wouldn’t get hurt, but never enough to allow me to escape. When I tried to lock myself in the bathroom once, the punishment was 15 minutes of her placing her bare feet in a tray of ice cubes and putting them against my stomach.
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:46:06 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 19)

“You still don’t know that I mean business, do you?” she said after the ice torture, putting a pair of grey socks on and trying to warm her feet up. “You made my feet cold – you’ll pay for that, too. 10 minute break, then I start asking questions again.”
For a few “questioning” sessions, she gagged me with the black socks she had been wearing, yelling, “I can’t believe you’re allowing yourself to be tortured like this! Are you stupid? If you come to your senses and want me to stop tickling you, wiggle you toes. Then, I’ll listen. Until then…” then the tickling would start again on my hips and ribs, with laughter turning to screams turning to shrieks turning to pleading gasps. I couldn’t believe that this friend of mind, who I thought was a docile as the day is long, was determined to tickle me to death.
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:47:51 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 20)

Finally, I wiggled my toes and Claudia eventyually stopped the tickling. I told her stories that I had to dig down deep to remember – stuff Mark had sworn me never to tell – about past sexual escapades and very embarassing screw-ups and high-jinks. I don’t know how, but the tickling literally forced it out of me – I’m not sure I could have remembered it otherwise, nor am I sure if I wanted to. I even made up a few stories just to get Claudia to stop tickling me. When I finally fessed up, it took a few hours, with her planting her foot on my chest while she sat on the couch and took notes while I tried to contain myself. (By the way - none of what I said caused her to break up with him or anything – she just wanted to know. Determined girl, she was.)

L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:49:37 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 21)

Then, she gagged me with the socks again and gave me one final, hourlong tickling with her fingers and feet JUST because she said I lied to her about not knowing. This again caused me to laugh and cry like never before. She purred, “Poor baby. Maybe your next kidnapper will take it easier on you.”
Sunday morning, when it finally ended, she took an entire roll of pictures of me bound and gagged on the floor. She then crouched down over be, fingering my neck and making me giggle exhaustedly, and said something like, “Breathe a word of this to anyone and EVERYONE will see these pictures. Everyone will learn how I kidnapped you, tied you up, gagged you, and tickled you half to death. You’ll be the laughing stock of campus. I’m going to loosen these ropes and you’re going to have to wriggle free. I’ll call you at exactly 2 o’clock today to make sure you’re free – if you’re not, I’ll come over and tickle you until you cry again!”
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:50:45 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (part 22)

“Next time you think of keeping a secret from Claudia, sweetie, think of how it felt to be tied up and tickled until you cried like a baby. I told you I’d find out what you knew.”
With that, she loosed the ropes around my feet, then my wrists. She gagged me with a single piece of black tape, put her shoes on, and walked out. On the way out, I she yelled, “It’s been fun kidnapping you! You better untie yourself by 2 or I’ll tickle you so bad it will make the last 2 days look like nothing. Talk to you at 2!”
L
 
 

Fri Sep 3 21:53:17 EDT 1999

Tortured by Claudia (final part - part 23)

And that was that. It took me about a half-hour to get free, and I felt shell-shocked and giddy and exhilerated and terrified for the next several hours. Claudia called me later and recapped the whole kidnapping on the phone, even asking me if her socks tasted good and still calling me “hostage.” We laughed about this for years, and while she would occasionally tickle me a little here and there, she never told anyone what she did, and nothing like this ever happened again. Not sure if I thoroughly enjoyed it, but we sure laughed a lot about it through the years. We still do, and this happened close to 10 years ago. To me, it’s a rather unique memory.
That’s all.

L
 
 

Fri Sep 03 20:00:01 GMT-0600 (Canada Central Standard Time) 1999

Nice story L, enjoyed it.

 Tele

Sat Sep 4 01:38:38 CDT 1999

That was a truly great story, L. I really liked it. Thank you for taking the time to post it.

 Dorren

Sat Sep 04 03:30:03 !!!First Boot!!! 1999

L: I agree with Tele and Dorren; excellent story! Thank you for sharing it with us.
John: So you want to know if anything happened between me and Karen (bondage or otherwise), eh?
I was planning on saving this until I had come to the end of my stories (in sort of a "Where Are They Now?" type of thing), but since you ask now, here's the answer: Karen and I are happily married.

Doug
http://members.tripod.com/DKB_2/doorway.html
Knot_Buster@mailcity.com

Sat Sep 4 10:48:09 UTC+0200 1999

Hey L, I enjoyed the story too. What happened to the roll of pictures Claudia took? Are those pictures still around? Did you ever view them?

Grazie & ciao!

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sat Sep 4 11:14:16 UTC+0200 1999

Tymup: VERY funny- but then again, very ingenious too.

Ciao!

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sat Sep 4 15:47:04 UTC+0700 1999

Hi, my name's Raynor PL and for the past two days after finding this site, i have been very pleased at what people like me have the same interest and how openly they talk about this event: tying people up and other cool things that i thought only exists in movies. so yeah, can you guys tell me how to introduce people to play or at least get someone to tie me up (for example)...because i really wanna play. IM ALL THE WAY HERE IN THAILAND! my e-mail address is: cutiedukiewoo@hotmail.com it may sound silly but at least i have one.
for the past 7 years (hey im 14/male) i wanted to go to a site and look for people who has the same interest as me. now that i found it, i will always go here. THANKX! oh yeah, it's better to send me via mail because i check it there always. PLEASE TELL ME ANYBODY because i like the idea of tying people up or people doing the same to me.
and hey zorro...dont get too far about the end of the world thing. just be prepared. thanks
ps. how old are you guys out there?

Raynor PL
cutiedukiewoo@hotmail.com

Sat Sep 4 17:06:51 UTC+0700 1999

that was great L. i throughly agree with the rest!

 Raynor

Sat Sep 4 14:27:24 UTC+0100 1999

Hi Folks!

This is an announcement of my new website.

Gillian's Word Mill is at http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766

That URL is now a shared front door to Mick Stupp's Female Escapologist Fantasies site and my new site.

You will find a complete new story (7 chapters, 14,000 words) at the Word Mill. It's the first of a series jointly written by Mick Stupp and myself. Cassandra Jones is a cinema pianist in the days of the silent movies in foggy, smokey old 1920's London. She wishes she had daring and perilous adventures like the heroines of the silent serials on the silver screen. Sometimes wishes come true...

While you are there, pop over to Female Escapologist Fantasies and check out some new stories by my friend Richard McGill. I had a sneak preview while I was doing the banner graphics for the stories - hightly recommended.

 Gillian B
http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Theater/4766
gillian-b@bigfoot.com

Sat Sep 4 16:34:15 UTC+0200 1999

Hey people! Did you notice the counter? Almost 600,000 visitors right now!

 Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sun Sep 5 10:21:29 UTC+0700 1999

What other tortures are there except tickle torture? And also, how many different ways of tying people up anyways? Can anyone tell me? Also, how can i ask people into joining this kind of play?

Raynor

 Raynor
cutiedukiewoo@hotmail.com

Sun Sep 05 05:35:22 1999

This is a wonderful site that I stumbled on by accident, so I thought I'd share this story, as it seems appropriate...

During summer vacation when I was eleven, I had lots of friends in the neighborhood. Our next door neighbors were quite close with us, and I spent lots of time with the kids. One day, when I was eleven, Theresa who was 13, had a friend over of about the same age (her name was Dawn). I was at Theresa's house looking at some kittens that were recently born, and we kids decided to play "gang". It was me and Frank (Theresa's brother and my best friend) against Theresa and Dawn. We each had forts, "headquarters," etc. We recruited a few other kids to play as well, and Theresa's mom Nancy participated; she, Theresa, and Dawn teamed up.

During the game, I was going to sneak into Theresa, Dawn, and Nancy's fort (the living room) and tear it up. I was succesful getting there, but I got ambushed. The rules said that you were captured until your team could free you. I was willing to oblige, but the girls had a plan to make sure. Theresa and Dawn tied me to a chair in the kitchen, tying my hands to the arms of the chair and my feet to the legs. They did agood job, as I couldn't think of moving. They tried to get me to reveal info. about our fort, and couldn't get anything out of me. Suddenly Nancy gagged me tightly with a wadded up sock (clean) and a winter scarf wrapped around, and instructed the girls to tckle my feet. This went on for about ten minutes, after which I had to reveal the details.

I think this episode really fueled my bondage interest...

KDJ
kdjsports@yahoo.com

Sun Sep 05 05:53:56 1999

Hi folks, I just posted my first experience, and I must say that this is an outstanding site. I have a few others that have happened, which I'll post soon.

If anyone has any stories of mothers being tied up by sons, or mothers tying up sons, I would love to hear from you via e-mail. I have afew that apply, but I want to ensure that this is an appropriate locale to discuss (don't worry, nothing pornographic, but "stimulating" none the less.

 KDJ
kdjsports@yahoo.com

Sun Sep 05 12:17:40 (MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit 1999

I'm looking for a hompage or stories where men or boys been tied up and gagged by women. Please send me a URL or your fantasies.

Monika
f1hhf@t-online.de

L and KDJ,

Thanks for posting. I liked your stories. Your experience reminded me how my (both female!) cousins tied me up to a chair when I was just 9 or so. I think that it was that particular incident which first sparked my interest in bondage.

Anyway, yes, it is perfectly OK to post stories about sons tying up mothers and vice versa as long as they follow the usual 'rules' i.e the stories are non-pornographic and consensual.

Raynor, regarding your query how to tie others up or get them to tie you up. My suggestion would be to just challenge others, (you know like, "I bet I can tie you up so you cannot escape." Stuff like that.) Just make a game of it and act cool like this kind of thing is perfectly normal. Which, in a way, it was for most of us here when we were young! (ha!) Good luck and have fun.
 

mason

Sun Sep 5 18:09:39 UTC+0700 1999

Haha! you guys sure had me fooled. Yeah, i wont like abuse or whatsoever people around the world call it, myself or for the sake of my friends. Once I went accidentally to a site that had adults all ...you know...tied up and did nasty unhuman like things...that was too much for me to bare. I hope in the future THEY PUT LABLES ON THE SITE SAYING "GIT outta here if youre below certain age." Nah, i dont think I will try and do those nasty things (yeah, like I will), i think ill just have fun with it...after all Im still growing up. It's pretty sick what people do now indays....sorry. Anyways, you guys were sure lucky and pretty...well I mean to say is totally weird, but funny. Though I doubt many teens still do these kind of act...but i hope that once they do, they do it because theyre having fun and not trying to go in deep. I still want to do it, but i dont want to abuse it. Hehe, seeing people getting tangled up looks pretty funny and cool...if you know what i mean. Fun and play, that's what it is. Thanks Mason. Yeah, I think Ill just do it for the fun of it and not to abuse it.
Two questions still clogs up my little crainium: can you guys give me other tips on how to do it...I MEAN the fun and not bad way. Like how and whats the basic stuff, if you want. and why importantly.Well anyways, see ya'll! (it's better to send via mail. thanks, bye!)
ps. zorro still here?

Raynor

Raynor
cutiedukiewoo@hotmail.com

I've read some great stories, but "Tortured by Claudia" really takes the cake! My hat's off to L for a great narrative. Claudia sounds like a really great catch! Keep up the good work!

Matt
WhiteDncer@aol.com

Sun Sep 5 10:22:30 PDT 1999

KDJ Kids tying up their moms and/or other grownups is one of the most popular genres on this site. We have gotten into some discussions about this, and pretty much decided that nothing sexual is involved in this, we are not a bunch of potentila oedipus rexes, but got a kick out of the power reversal--now the kid is incharge and the mom can't --at least temporarily-do or say(She is usually gagged of course) a thing about it.I use the term kids because daughters seem to have as much fun tying up and gagging mommy as dons do.
If you go into the archeives --just click on the links on Canuck page to the right of the current posting section--they are listed by date--you will find quite a few stories about kids tying up their moms and or other grownups--and a few are written by the mom herself. Please post you story.

 dudalb

Sun Sep 5 19:09:59 UTC+0200 1999

Well, Raynor, here we have already read about ice cube torture. Mayhaps you do not know about "ant torture": the victim is left tied up with lots of ants or spiders around! Very effective when performed on little girls, I humbly think. Variation: put ants and/or spiders directly on the victims' bare bellies.

KDJ (and everyone): Well, you are somewhat right. We have not seen many stories about parents tying up kids for quite a while now (feel free to email your stories to me, thanx). The main question here is: why should a parent want to tie up a son/daughter? Surely not to discipline them- a possible playful setting is IMVHO the only one acceptable to explain such a thing. An interesting subthread is the one about a parent who comes across a tie-up game performed by his/her kids and decides not to interfere with it (very cool, almost unthinkable when one thinks about the typical over-protective Italian Mum).

Grazie & ciao again!
P.S. More than 601,000 right now! Wow!

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Sun Sep 5 13:49:23 PDT 1999

Cynthia's drive was long and winding, swooping around the cypress trees that grew along the
drive in swampy soil. The house was large, Andrea guessed about 5 bedrooms and seemed
very at home in the country atmosphere.
She could just see a swimming pool and a sailboat docked around the corner of the house and could hear people laughing and a stereo playing a sort of punk sounding beat. A tall dark man dressed in an expensive three piece suit answered the door and before Andrea could say
anything, the gentleman handed her a drink, told her to join the party and walked off. Not knowing what else to do, Andrea wandered through the living room to the deck, sipping
on the drink.
As she reached the windows at the rear of the house, Cynthia met her.
"Brad said you were finally here, you must have gotten lost, I love that suit, it really shows off
your body. The guys are gonna love you at the party tonight!" Andrea started to tell Cynthia about her ordeal, but she felt guilty about the whole thing, it seemed like a bad dream and not important.
She quickly joined her friends chatter, which revealed that Cynthia was on Roderick's list
because she had dated him for a while after college and they remained friends. After talking
for a while, Andrea mentioned she was tired and would it be possible to take a nap before the party that evening?
Cynthia assured her it would and showed Andrea to an upstairs bedroom. While Andrea slept, she dreamt of the stranger that assaulted her and of voices talking about how beautiful she was
and what an addition to the stable she would make. She became frightened and started to wake, but felt a sting on her arm and drifted off into deeper sleep, the dreams forgotten.

When she awoke Andrea was very confused, nothing seemed real anymore and she was half convinced she had dreamt the assault on her by the man. Just as she was finishing cleaning up in the bathroom, she heard Cynthia come in and call her to dinner. Andrea e

 bob

Sun Sep 5 19:37:49 EDT 1999

Dudalb wrote: Kids tying up their moms and/or other grownups is one of the most popular genres on this site. We have gotten into some discussions about this, and pretty much decided that nothing sexual is involved in this, we are not a bunch of potentila oedipus rexes, but got a kick out of the power reversal--now the kid is incharge and the mom can't --at least temporarily-do or say(She is usually gagged of course) a thing about it.I use the term kids because daughters seem to have as much fun tying up and gagging mommy as dons do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
True enough. Although I don't particularly care for it myself, the "reversal of power" angle is a popular one in all forms of media. Just look at movies like "Parent Trap" and "House Arrest".

Dorain
http://www0.delphi.com/cleantickling/messages
cadre_istari@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 1 05:36:07 EST 1996

Kids learn to avoid being kidnapped in school. See http://www.pathfinder.com/asiaweek/97/0815/nat5.html

How many of us wish these lessons were taught in our schools as we were growing up? :-)

 Burke
 

Sun Sep 05 23:58:45 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

True or Dare part 1?

When I was around 15 years old, I had a couple really close friends. Nick and Dan and I got in the habit of playing strange games and they always were a lot of fun. One of our sleepover activites was us three going out to the hot tub in my back yard. One night we decided it may be fun to play a game of Truth or Dare. We all had worn our swimming trunks out along with shirts
and shoes.
This particular night was quite cold actually and the hot tub was really nice because you could be in the warm water for a minute then step out and freeze in the -7 degree celsius weather (this is Canada!) Our game got interesting when one of the dares was to see who could stand barefoot in the snow the longest. We had trouble thinking of a consequence for the first to quit, but came to a good solution. The loser would be tied up, and tortured.
The game started, and almost immediately I felt numb. I knew I had lost when I shiver/jerked so suddenly I fell over. Nick and Dan both gave me a sly smile. Out of nowhere Nick produced a pair of handcuffs. Now when you handcuff someone behind their back you can turn their palms inward or outward. They turned mine outward which makes it almost impossible to open them, even with a key. (for me anyways, I have big hands)

jerry kulle
j_kulle@hotmail.com

Mon Sep 06 00:03:43 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

truth or dare part 2

Anyway the next think I knew, we were back in the house and dan was looking for some bondage materials. He found some soft rope, and a chain
with some mini locks. He tied my ankles together, my knees and even the big toes. This made my legs stiffly tied together. Then using the chain, he
attached my helpless hands to my waist, then too my feet. This made for an absolutely helpless hogtie. Then the part I had been dreading all along came: two dirty socks, one for the mouth, one for the eyes. The taste of 3 days of old shoe was no to be compared to any brussel sprout. Yeeeech!!!!
When the tickling started, there was nothing to do but laugh and twist. They attacked my feet first with their fingers and some medium stiffness
bristled brushes. The brushes were absolute torture. I had tears in my eyes when they stopped. Then they started on my sides, which are the worst. In the next 20 minutes, they had tickled me raw.
When I heard the voice of my sister entering the room I knew that was it. The game was up. There was silence in the room for a minute, then some
whispering. After another minute, I heard the gratifying sounds of locks clicking open. They removed everything except the handcuffs. Doh! My
sister had a very evil look in her eye. I was extremely worried for I knew she was not the conservative type...

jerry kulle
j_kulle@hotmail.com

Mon Sep 06 00:05:42 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

truth or dare part 3
 

I was still wearing only a wet pair of swimming trunks when they led me into her room. They laid me on her bed and covered me with her blanket down
to my knees and removed my bathing atire. Now I was worried and kicked at them. This was not a good idea. they tied my knees to the baseboard,
leaving most of my legs sticking out. My sister came at me with a small piece of pink cloth. It was one of her many pairs of underwear. They
slipped it up my legs, tied my feet to the bed and untied my knees, allowing them to slip it up to cover my privies.
I was finally released from those damned handcuffs only to be tied spread eagle to the bed. I was expecting more tickling but instead got pictures taken. I complained, but the threat of the scissors that would cut the underwear off, closed my mouth very quick. After ticking my feet some more, they put me back into the handcuffed only state. This time they let me have the key and my clothes. However, I had to open the cuffs myself, palms outward, remember what Is said about that. My clothes were put on the floor and my sisters underwear had beened removed by nick, his eyes closed of course. Penalty for seeing something you shouldn't in any of our dares is
another story.

They told me if I could escape in 10 minutes, I would be allow revenge on someone of my choice. In 5 or less, everyone :)

Naked and helpless... not a good situation. I couldn't get the key to go into the hole. I tried feverously, desperately, but I was helpless. No
luck. Then luck turned my way. The key went in the hole on my first jab. Click! I was out. I quickly dressed and went out to join the others...
they were stunned. It had only been 4 minutes!

Anyway, my revenge is another story also. Hacksaw is a good foreshadowing word.

jerry kulle
j_kulle@hotmail.com

Mon Sep 06 00:07:33 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

I was also involved in Scouting as a boy, and I also had some experiences involving people getting tied up during Scout Functions.

Mine happened about twentyfive years ago, when I was in Cub Scouts. We had weekly den meetings. Every second or third one would include
knot tieing practice.

During these sessions the den mother and her assistants would usually wind up well tied. My Pack involved the mothers in things by having them help out the Den Mother, usually for three months, or, so.

During the two years I was a Cub, we probably tied up all of our mothers at least four times. Usually, but not always, they were gagged, and
sometimes blindfolded. I don't remember any of them refusing to go along with it.

I don't know if any of the other boys told their mothers about it before hand. Mine sort of knew about it.

 smurf345
smurf345@webtv.net

Mon Sep 06 00:11:45 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

I had been a member for about four months, when my mother asked about the red stains on my Scout neckerchief. Being only ten, I told her they
were probably from Mrs X's lipstick.

She of course wanted an explanation. So, I told her that we had been practising knots at the den meeting, and we had used my neckerchief to gag Mrs X's.

IIRC, she didn't press the issue. and when her turn to assist came around, she did participate.

I don't know if was standard practice for my Pack. But, during one of the show off your skills Pack Meetings, another Den displayed different types of knots, by tieing it's Den Mother and her assistant to chairs,

I never even thought about seeing if this was recommended, condoned, whatever, until I saw the other stories. So I really cannot even offer a
guess.

 smurf345
smurf345@webtv.net

Sat Sep 4 23:42:18 EDT 1999

This is about an event that happenened when my youngest sister was 17, and got herself sent to live with me. She was brunette, short, chubby and cute; and she we had a friend of hers staying with us, who was taller, thinner, blonde, and also cute. Both my sister, Kathy and her friend, Lynn, had shoulder length curly hair and on one particular night were making an ungodly amount of noise at what I considered a very late hour. Being the only person in the house working, and needing my job, and therefore my sleep; after having enough of their keeping me awake, I banged on their door and told them, "The next thing I hear out of that room of yours better be that you both want to be hogtied."
Well, that settled things down, for maybe, oh, 30 or 40 seconds. Lynn asked Kathy in a whisper, "What's hogtied mean?" Kathy contorted herself into the position and whispered back, "I think it's where they tie you up like this," I'm not sure what she was thinking when she added, "go ahead and ask him." The next thing I know, Lynn is knocking on my door, and telling me, "We want to be hogtied."
I obliged them. I started with my sister, who I think expected me to tie her hands palm to palm behind her back. Instead, I bound them folded up behind her, and tied her forearms centered together behind her back. Next I took a long rope and wound it around her upper body, taking turns above and below her bust, trapping her arms to her body. Not done with her arms yet I used two shorter pieces of rope to cinch her arms into her body, and a third to tie her forearms to her body windings. Kathy weakly fluttered her fingers behind her, looked down her front and over her shoulders, and mumbled, "I'm dead."
For the record Kathy wore a sleepshirt that came down to her knees, Lynn wore a t shirt and shorts sleep set.
Lynn just lay on her bed watching us, I think hoping I'd be satisfied in tying up my sister, or hopefull that there'd be a way out of this. I had at least 500 fee

 Ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Sun Sep 5 00:55:57 EDT 1999

For the record, Kathy wore a sleepshirt that came down to her knees, Lynn wore a t shirt and shorts sleep set.
Lynn just lay on her bed watching us, I think hoping I'd be satisfied in tying up my sister, or hopefull that there'd be a way out of this. I had at least 500 feet of rope in the house, but I knew I was going to need more of it.
I left the two of them in their room, and the first thing Kathy said was, "Lynn, untie me and lock the door!" Lynn refused, and said, "If I help you, he'll tie me up, too." Kathy said, "He's going to tie you up anyway, hurry!"
The locks on the bedroom doors never worked right, and this was no exception, Lynn tried to get back on her own bed, but I caught her trying to untie Kathy, "Ok", I said, dumping the rope on Lynn's bed, "You 'll stay tied up until you either untie each other or I have to go to work."
I took a medium long rope, and after retying Kathy's knots, attatached it to her immobile forearms, and Kathy begged me, "Please don't tie my arms up any more." Ilet the ends of the rope hang down behind her, as I bound and cinched her legs at her knees and ankles. I helped her onto her belly on her bed, placed her at a diagonal on it, passed a rope up from her head board, threaded it through one armpit, ran it across her shoulders and brought it back down through the other armpit, tying her down to the bed. I fluffed her pillow for her, put it under chin and asked her if she was comfy. Kathy said, "Go to Hell", where I completed the hogtie, and then proceeded to tie her knees down to the opposite corner of her footboard. I took one of two neckties I brought with me, and tried gagging her with it. Kathy said "I never said you could gag me", and twisted her head away from my attempts, until I asked her if her feet were still ticklish, which got me the dirtiest of all looks, and one gagged sister.
Lynn sat compliantly watching me completely hogtie Kathy, and looked back at me over her shoulder as I set about binding

 Ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Sun Sep 5 01:00:32 EDT 1999

Lynn sat compliantly watching me completely hogtie Kathy, and looked back at me over her shoulder as I set about binding her the same way.
After I finshed tying Lynn's arms she rocked them from side to side, and asked me, "How are we supposed to get out of this?" I replied "You aren't", and finished first hogtying her, then tying Lynn to her bed as well. Lynn didn't fight being gagged at all. Finishing it all off I took a strip of inch wide duct tape, and first wrapped Lynn's, then Kathy's big toes. I checked their knots one last time before going to bed, and left them bedded down for the night.
I set my alarm clock a hour earlier than usual for the next day, and when I went in to untie them the next morning, the girls were pretty much as I left them. Lynn got her hogtie rope undone, but was still tied to the bed, and both girls had their gags out. I freed Lynn's shoulders and arms, and left her with the task of untying her legs and Kathy. Lynn had been tied up for maybe three hours, Kathy, who helped me write this, says she was left tied up for 6 hours before Lynn finally untied her.
It was the last time either girl asked me to them up.
Ertfy
Ertfy@Yahoo.com

Ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Mon Sep 6 18:09:46 PDT 1999

Ertfy....Great story. Big brothers tying their younger sisters and her friends are my absolute favorite type of recollection. Please post more, if you have them. Also, I would like to encouraged anyone else who has done this, to tell their stories. thanks

 alex

Ertfy,

You lucky thing!

I have one sister and I have NEVER gotten to tie her up....

Regarding the Taiwan kidnappings and err... anti-kidnapping instruction at school, so to speak, yes those are my kinds of lessons!

On a more serious note, it (kidnapping) is not just some silly joke but a real threat. I travel to the Philippines on a regular basis and I have been warned about those. Businessmen are often kidnapped (for ransom) in that country. That is why nearly EVERY home has security grilles etecera over doors and particularly windows.

mason

Sun Sep 5 07:30:38 EDT 1999

I thank you both for your kind words, if Kathy consents to have any more stories of her posted up here, I will do so. There is a downside to this story, and I'm sorry for it; Kathy bruises easily, and the ropes left visible marks for three days afterward. Fortuneately, we had cool weather and she could hide them by wearing long clothes, but I just want her to know if she logs on to check out the story, I'm sorry if I hurt her.

Thank you again,

Ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Mon Jan 1 15:46:57 EST 1996

Mason:

Sorry. I did not mean to imply that kidnapping was a joke. I just ran across that news story while I was surfing the net, and thought it might be of interest to everyone here.

 Burke

Mon Sep 6 22:34:09 UTC+0700 1999

Raynor here. Yes that kidnapping thing in the Philippines is QUITE TRUE. Since it was rated one of the highesty crime rates of the world back then, I never came to realize how bad a kidnapping in the Phils is. Im from there and to tell you the truth, I dont feel safe there (well in some cities down south) because I forgot to speak the native language, only english. They usually kidnap chinese or oriental people and Americans. What they do is ambush their vehicle (mostly a bus) and rob them just like out of nowhere. If they're lucky, they get to shoot and kill them or kidnap them or even wrap them up in duct tape to their chairs (gagging of course) so badly, um ,...it's just bad. They might get them and ransom them. Well, I read that in the news. It's pretty sad. In fact, It's too dangerous to live in an open house or a house that looks rich. You never know that you'll be the next one. But it's not that bad now, is it? Well gotta go!
 
 

Mon Sep 6 19:40:02 PDT 1999

The Taiwainese things are probably not so much inspired by fear or criminal kiddnapping as terrorist sponsored by mainland China or commando type raids by PLA special forces. THings are very tense over there---that is why the US has Naval forces in the straits just in case China gets any cute ideas. From the wonderful goverment which stole our Atomic Secrets....
Nice to see anumber of new posters. One criticism though. Detail is alwlays nice. The poster who wrote about den mothers being used to test cub scouts knot tying ability sounds like he has some great stories to tell but he should tell one in detail rather then a general description of several. BTW this is common place; one of coworkers who is a den mother had it happen to her last year but I will not post the details for reasons of respecitng her privacy...

 dudalb

Wed Sep 8 08:01:42 UTC+0200 1999

Hello everyone,

I dont't know if this is off-topic but I'm 19 years of age so I guess my story could still fit in the teenhood tie up years. My friend has been going to the police-academy for a couple of months now. She told me they spend about four hours every week learning how to arrest people and cuff the, etc. Anyway, they normally practice on eachother but last week she asked her teacher if she could bring a friend around someday. The teacher aggreed and even said that I could be the criminal who gets arrested then. The big day is tomorrow and I am very excited because I know that for a couple of hours at least I will be constantle arrested and released. Ik anyone wants to know how I fared then I will be happy to give you the details when I return tomorrow.
Love,
Jayne.

 Jayne
www.geocities.com/westhollywood/chelsea/1563/cuffer/index.htm
ranger98.geo@yahoo.com

Wed Sep 8 08:08:18 UTC+0200 1999

P.S. Something went wrong with my homepage address. If you want to see what I look like, well part of me anyway, then check out
www.geocities.com/westhollywood/chelsea/1563/cuffer/index.htm

Jayne

Mon Sep 6 01:53:02 EDT 1999

Agreed, details are nice, if you can remember them, and have the time to type them in. My problem before the surgery was not having the time, and now that I have the time, my memory gets scrambled.

Not everybody is exactly Johnny Rocket when it comes to typing speed and a lot of internet providers knock you off line if you sit there typing a message for over 15 minutes. I look at some of these stories and the wonder is that they are even here, given that it is a pretty ballsy thing to come out and admit to the world that you like tying people up. Although in my case a certain part of this ballsyness is just simply not giving a damn what people think anymore.

Ah well, I've rambled on long enough.
 

idron
idron@hotmail.com

Mon Jan 1 09:36:43 EST 1996

Idron:

Nobody said (at least in our games) that we LIKED being tied up. :-) In fact, most of us worked hard to avoid it. When we played "Hide and go Seek," we tried to avoid being caught by "it," since we all knew that if we were, we would be taken to the base, and tied.
Now, I LIKED to tie my older cousin, my younger sister and my younger brother, and Nancy, and Chuck, Mark, and Jeff, next door, (and even my twin brother, on occasion) but none of us ever went to one of the others, and said "Please tie me up." (Well, if we owed "penalties," we usually asked to take them, but that was to aviod a "super penalty" down the line.) (See "Penalties and Disguises," August.)
Tying each other up, was just part and parcel of our games, and the price we paid for getting caught by the opposition.
I should note that there were three notable exceptions, who, so far, have not figured in to any of my stories. Three boys from my scout troop, Steve and Greg, who were brothers, and Terry, Steve's best friend, were always asking to be tied up. Probably because they were very good at escaping, and liked to show off their skills. All three of them were what you would call "tall and skinny," and had the ability to bring their tied hands underneath their butts, untie their ankles, step through their hands, then untie their hands with their teeth. No matter how good we tied them, they always got free, provided their hands were tied together behind their backs. (A couple of times, we had them spread eagled or staked out, and from that, they could not escape.)

 Burke

Ron,

I hope that you are managing Ok. Glad to know that you are still around...

Anyway... Why don't you type your stories in MS Word? Then once you are finished, it would be easy to go online then copy and paste your tales direct to the posting box here. Thats what I do, with the exception of very short posts like this one.

mason

Tue Sep 7 06:59:50 EDT 1999

Idron:

It appears that I misread your post. Sorry.

 Burke

Tue Sep 07 14:20:07 GMT+0200 (W. Europe Daylight Time) 1999

has anyone ever tied up a girl wearing shiny spandex (pref with boots)

 yodascott

Tue Sep 7 07:09:38 CDT 1999

britt honey where are you?????
I can't wait any longer ..... what happend ... did you ever get tied up ... how long ... what did it feel like .... were you alone ??????

or have you been tied up and cant tell us what is going on???

dtesh
teshuva@swbell.net

Tue Sep 07 11:11:29 Pacifique (Heure d'été) 1999

Hi everyboby,

I've been reading this site for a while and I have to admit that I've never posted before.There is a pretty good reason for this it's that I dont have any bondage stories to pass on to you.You see I'm from canada and our colleges are not exactly the same as yours in the u.s.(no dorms,we stay home, no initiations etc.),So i would just like to post my thanks to all who have posted and to keep the stories coming.
 

Raymond
judokast@hotmail.com

Thu Sep 30 17:50:16 EDT 1999

Gillian:

I saw your page. Excellent! BTW, I thought the graphic was cute. One of these days, I may become computer literate enough to do something like that.

 Burke

Tue Sep 07 17:54:22 1999

Jayne, you have a nice homepage. I would like to hear how the cuffing went.

Dereck

Wed Sep 8 10:35:16 EDT 1999

Great Page!

Here is a story that is very unique.

I attended a "very strict" private school from 5th-12th grade.

During my senior year it was time for "senior pranks"...which was an annual tradition for the seniors to break in the school at night (we were actually given the keys) and decorate the school with harmless "booby" traps such as tying the doors shut, etc..

There were two younger female teachers who were both "very attractive".

They were "very cool"...as they were not as strict as all other teachers due to the fact that they had not been out of college very long.

However, they had to do their job which was to maintain a serious, academic, conservative environment.

Mic

Wed Sep 8 10:46:36 EDT 1999

There was a strict dress code, no drinking, smoking, or drugs both "on" and "off" campus.

One day, while several of us were disgussing our plans to "ransack" the school one of the teachers
named "Libby" overheard us and said with a smile "I'm telling the principal".

We knew she was kidding...but replied "no you won't!"

After going back and forth : "yes I will"..."no you won't" several times I said "we'll just have to take you prisoner."

She smiled and said "oh really!" and walked away.

All 5 of us (17 year old boys) about passed out!

We had never seen her "flirt" before.

A few days went by and one afternoon the other teacher "Anna" (pronounced "Aw"nna" as she was Cuban) approched me and said "Libby said you were going to "wreck the school this Friday night!"

I quickly denied it.

She came back with "We're telling!"

I then said to her: "We'll include you in the event if you keep it a secret!"

She smiled and said (in a non-flirtacous way) "We're supposed to protect the school from bad boys like you"!
 
 

Wed Sep 8 11:04:00 EDT 1999
 

I quickly responded: "You will be our hostages!"

She looked a little surprised...but said "ok."

We all met later in the week and began to plan our final agenda.

Over the next few days we would joke with Libby and Anna about how we would come to their homes to kidnap them before we went to the school.

We were trying to determine if they were really serious...or were just kidding.

They continued to give us the signal(s) that they would participate.

Friday night came. There were 7 of us (all boys) who were leading the pack of other seniors who drove their own cars and planned to meet us at the school around 10:00 pm.

I was taking the kidnapping prank more seriously than my friends. Both of these teachers were very attractive and I wanted to go through with it.

Some of the guys were saying that we should "blow off" the teachers and just go straight to the school.

I convinced them to a least drive to their homes.

I had secretly placed some peices of rope and bandanas in my friends van.

We arrived at Libbys apt. first.

I remember thinking that she would not be home on a Friday night.

I knocked on the door and she oppened it with a smile on her face.
 
 

Wed Sep 8 11:20:01 EDT 1999

"Soooooo...you're really going to do this!" she said.

"What do I need to do?" she asked.

The other guys stood there with their mouths open in shock (I can still see their faces)

"Come with us." I said gently grabbing her.

"Let me get my shoes!" she replied.

"You don't need them!" I said and pulled her out the door.

Her roommate looked out the window as she was being led down the steps.

Libby looked at her and shrugged her shoulders and said "I'm being kidnapped by my students."

"When will you be back?" her roommate asked.

"In a few hours" someone replied
 
 

Wed Sep 8 11:27:11 EDT 1999

We led her to the van, opened the side door and put her in.

I was feeling "great" and also "very confident"

It was so cool (and a little unusual) to see Libby dressed in jeans, an old, white, Izod shirt and barefoot. We had only seen her in "very formal" clothing during school.

She seemed comfortable.

"Are you sure you can handle this?" I asked

"Why Yes!"...where's Anna?"

"She's next."

We drove for awhile making small talk.

I then pulled out some rope and began twirling it.

I wanted her to see it and ask what is was for.
 
 

Wed Sep 8 11:38:07 EDT 1999

It took awhile but eventually she spotted the rope.

Without looking at her a pulled out a bandana and began to make a gag.

Libby looked cluelessly and said "what is that for?"

I casually replied "We thought it might be fun to tie Anna up"

Libby looked a little surprised...but smiled and proceeded to tell us a story about how she was kidnapped during a sorority prank in college.

I don't recall the details...because upon hearing her recall the story I then knew that I would eventually be able to tie & gag her. I began to fantisize!

When we got close to Anna's house I moved closer to Libby and said "It's time." "How do you want to be tied?"
 
 

Wed Sep 8 11:48:03 EDT 1999

She looked at me with slightly wide eyes...and then turned her back towards me with her hands behind her back. (what a feeling it was...and I will never forget it!!)

I looped the rope around her crossed wrists several times and then tightly wrapped the remaining slack around the center of the loops.

She jerked a little as I tighted the final knot.

"Sorry" I said.

"no problem" she replied.

The van stopped.

By now all of my friends are staring at Libby and me with amazement.

I led Libby out of the van

I remember her stepping in a puddle of muddy water
and not even minding.
 
 

Wed Sep 8 11:55:27 EDT 1999

We did not know which townhouse Anna lived in so we all walked over to the name list by the pool.

Libby said " She's in that one." knodding her head towards the unit across the street.

While walking towards it I eplained that we would knock on the door and leave her there for Anna to see when she opened the door.

She said "ok" and then asked what we would do next.

I told her that we would then jump out and grab her and take her to the van.

She smiled.

We got to the door. By now all of my friends are pumped up!

"open up." I said and held the bandana towards her mouth.
She opened...and I stuffed it in her mouth
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:04:34 EDT 1999

she looked slightly uncomfortable as I stuffed it in.

I then rolled up another bandana and tied it tightly between her teeth.

"Okay!" I said to her "Here we go!"

We rang the bell and knocked on the door.

Anna opened the door and saw Libby smiling through her gag.

"No way!"...."you guys"....."you're crazy!"
"Libby....are you serious?"

The scene of Anna looking at Libby will never leave me.

Annas' sister (and roommate) came to the door
and gazed ar Libby with a smile on her face.

We stood there for several moments explaing to Annas' siter what we were doing
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:12:07 EDT 1999

Her sister then said "and now you've come for her?" pointing at Anna.

"YEP!!" we all replied.

Anna's eyes widened as we all grabbed her and pulled her out the door.

Suprisingly, her sister smiled and said "have fun"....."be carful"/

Anna struggled mildly and said "I don't have any shoes on."

"Neither does Libby." replied one of my friends.

Anna was wearing red sweat pants and a white tank top. She told us that she had planned to go work out.

"Not tonight." sombody said.

We got to the van and helped Libby (still tied and gagged) in the rear seat.

Anna took off her white socks and told one of my friends to put them in her mailbox.

I grabbed Anna and pulled her back with Libby.

"Hands behind your back." I said.
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:22:21 EDT 1999

Anna smiled at Libby as she placed her hands behind her back.

"Speak to me Libby." she said.

"Arrgaaan" is all Libby could say.

Once again, seeing these two attractive teachers casually dressed and barefoot was a turn on.

I tied Annas hands the same as Libbys.

"any last words?" I said holding up a wadded bandana.

"what are you going to do with us?" she asked/

"You'll see." I said and stuffed the bandana in her mouth.

I finished gagging her the same as LIbby.

The drive to the school was about ten minutes.
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:29:57 EDT 1999

Libby and Anna looked at each other several times during the trip and "mmmphed" to one another breaking into laughter each time.

The school parking lot had many cars in it.

We pulled up to the front door and led the teachers out of the van and into the school.

The looks on my classmates faces were "classic".

Most of the girls looked either greatly surprised or shocked. A few of them asked the teachers if they were ok. Libby and Anna nodded.

Most of the other boys either yelled or whistled victory noises. Some of the nerds were afraid we would get in trouble.

We sat the teachers in chairs in the middle of the main hallway and tied their ankles.

I remember Libby looking a little embarassed as some of the students teased them
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:37:24 EDT 1999

Some of the girls began to tickle her feet and I could tell she did not like it.

I stopped the "hazing" and told the teachers we had to film them to prove they were hostages.

I took the camcorder and started filming them.

Anna and Libby immediatley reacted uncomfortably and began shaking their heads.

For a moment, this really turned me on as they looked like real life hostages from a tv cop show
"twisting" and "groaning".

But I soon realized that any recordings of them in this situation would probably get them fired.

I lowered the camera and they relaxed....I then quickly raised it again and said "just one picture?"

I remember them both instantly turing red and screaming: "NAAAAARRRRR!!"

"just kidding!" I said
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:48:05 EDT 1999

They did not think this was funny!

I could tell they had had enough and wanted to be untied.

The best moment of all was when I went to untie them.

Both teachers looked at me with "pleading, helpless, puppy dog eyes as I removed their gags.

I untied their ankles first (slowly) in order to get one close look at their pretty barefeet.

Both of them had pretty painted toes. (Libbys were dark pink and Annas were dark cherry red)
Anna feet were a little rough on the bottum and Libbys were soft and smooth.

THe rest of the night was fun as both teachers helped us install our pranks.

It was still amazing to see them both casually walk.....
 
 

Wed Sep 8 12:56:44 EDT 1999

casually walk barefoot down the halls in and out of classrooms helping other students carry "prank" supplies.

THis continued on to "Dennys" for a late night snack where both teachers (still footloose & fancy free) joined us for pancakes.

Anna rode home with two girls.

We dropped off Libby who kept her ropes and gag as a souvenir. So she said?

Almost twenty years later I still see Libby from time to time. We only say quick hellos.

I wonder what she thinks when she sees me or my friends?
 
 

Tue Sep 7 06:24:35 EDT 1999

Growing up, Kathy'd ususually been good at untying herself, until I discovered what I called my Kathy tie, which I now know is a standard Japanese bondage position; but I had invested in a pair of handcuff, two sets after I discovered how easy the first set was to pick with a paper clip. I mostly got them as something to threaten her with, not actually use, but there was one time her boyfriend was over, and she must have said something to him about being tied up because some how they got to wrestling around and he says to me, "Hey, lets tie her up." When she heard that, she just started flaining at him, and I realized there was no way we'd ever get a rope on her, but I remembered the handcuffs. Even that was a piece of work getting them on her, and then getting her handcuffed behind her back with the good handcuffs, and then using the ones "you didn't need the key if you had a paper clip" on her feet She was wearing a tank top and shorts this day, sowith her properly restrained, I went in the kitchen and got myself a beer. I come back, and damn if she isn't demanding to be let go, and rolling around on the floor kicking at things with both her feet cuffed together. John, her boyfriend said he'd be right back, I figured he just wanted to get out of Dodge, and I told my sister, "Two options, either cool it, get over whatever it is, and I might let you go then, or keep it up, and I'll just gag you and attatch you to something." So she kicks at me with her chained up feet, which I just grab, pin, and proceed to tickle the hell out of. John comes back, and I let Kathy catch her wind while I answer the door. John came back with a third set of handcuffs. We got them hhoked to ones on her feet, but instead of hogtying her, I was really afraid she'd hurt herself and she does bruise easily, I clipped the other end to the arm of the sofa. We picked her up and laid her on the sofa, and she tried to spit at us, but only managed to fall off the sofa. We put her on the sofa again. I'd

ertfy
ertfy.hotmail.com

Tue Sep 7 07:40:27 EDT 1999

We put her on the sofa again. I'd worked harder at home that day than I had at work. I took the handcuff keys off my keyring, gave John the keys and said, "Here, you let her go when you think its safe." I went in my room to take a nap. He stayed with her for a little bit and then came up to tell me he had to go home and eat dinner, that he'd be back. Ok, I figure this will good for a few laughs, I go back downstairs and sit with Kathy, just to make sure she doesn't fall off the sofa again, and she's actually lying there just sort of peacefully, starting a normal conversation with me, despite being chained to a sofa and having earlier tried to kill, if not Bobbitize us with her kicks.

An hour went by, then two, Then she said she needed to go to bathroom. Then I had to find a paper clip, fast. No paer clips in the junk drawer. in a my tool box, a small allen wrench look like it might work. Would it? barely in time, I got one shackle loose from ankle, and it slid through the hand cuff attached to the sofa.

She was upstairs for a bit, but she made her way back down, she'd gone into her room and got the blanket off her her bed, and she'd brought a pair of socks she wanted me to put on her, I put the one sock on, opened up the other cuff on the other ankle, put that one on her and set that pairof hand cuffs aside. She lay back down on the sofa and said "Ok, put them back on." I asked "What?" She said, "Tie my feet back up."
So I again handcuffed her feet to the sofa, and she asked me to cover her over with the blanket, so I did that as well. She dosed off and on, asking me a few times, "Has he called?" or "isn't he back yet?" after another hour I got the phone for and held it while she made a few phone calls. She talked with one of her girl friends and admitted to being all tied up in 3 sets of hand cuffs, and described how, she said, "Yeah they should have pigtied me with them." When she finished talking I hung up the phone and we went back to waiting. John finally c

 ertfy
ertfy.hotmail.com

Tue Sep 7 07:44:43 EDT 1999

John finally came back, only after Kathy had been handcuffed for a little over 5 hours.

We found out years later, he didn't go home, he'd gone to hang out with some friends of his.

I am:
ertfy@yahoo.com
Kathy is:
hipchik30@yahoo.com
 
 

ertfy
ertfy.hotmail.com

Wed Sep 8 12:33:00 EDT 1999

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Sheesh, leave a place for a week and they think your dead or something. If faking your death was that easy, I'd be friggin' rich by now!
Good stories so far...
Eventually, before the apacolypse (or until Sinbad gets his own show) I shall post.
'Ciao.

 Zorro

Thu Sep 9 00:57:35 EDT 1999

First of all, I love the page. But second of all, I would like to know, I am a college student who is interest in bondage but am afraid to try. Basically, afraid to ask anyone to tie me up. Does anyone have any suggestions?

Thanks

 violet

Mon Jan 1 00:13:33 EST 1996

THE EYES DON'T LIE!

When we played our games, Billy and I were usually on the same side, as it was less confusing. The same held true for Mark and Jeff, next door.
But I remember one instance where we were split up, and the result uncovered something of an open secret, that was well known within our family, but not generally known outside the family.
We called the game "Capture," and the object was for one team to capture all the members of the other team, usually by tagging or touching the opponent. If you were caught, you were taken to the opposing base, and tied up.
For this game, my team was David, Nancy, Mark, and a new kid, Chris. The opposition was Cathy, Chuck, Jeff, Ray, and Billy. About five minutes in, Billy blundered into David, and was captured. David brought him back, and we tied his hands and feet, gagged him, and then tied his arms.
I saw him, and decided that we might be able to win, if I could pass myself off as Billy. After all, we were twins, and looked alike, and, like twins do, dressed alike. This ought to be a breeze.
Everybody said "Go for it!" except David, who said it wouldn't work. He tried to explain why, but was shouted down by the rest of us. So, knowing the risk (and the secret), I started out for the opposing base, with my teammates following at a discreet distance, except for
Mark, who was left behind to guard Billy.
I spotted Chuck and Ray, and called them over. "Hey, you guys! I saw David and Burke trying to circle around! We can go down this way, and come in behind them!" Chuck was ready to follow my lead, but Ray took one look at me, and said "Bull!!" Grab him, Chuck! That's Burke!"

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 00:42:45 EST 1996

THE EYES DON'T LIE, Part 2

Chuck grabbed me, and held my hands together behind my back while Ray tied them. I protested, claiming that I was Billy, and on their team. I could see that Chuck had his doubts, but Ray was sure. My protests went unheeded, and were soon reduced to some loud "Mmmpfff's" after Ray gagged me with a long piece of stripped linen. I was marched back to their base, where my ankles and arms were tied. Satisfied that I was not going anywhere for a while, Chuck asked how he knew I was Burke, and not Billy. "I'm their brother. I just know - the same way you know Mark from Jeff."
Chuck said that he often got his brothers confused, and that Ray's explanation wasn't good enough - that there had to be more.
"The only way I can tell Burke and Billy apart, is when we play baseball. Then, I know!" he said. "There must be something else." (The reason Chuck could tell us apart on the ball field, was because I was right handed, and Billy was left handed.)
Ray said "OK, I'll tell you. Look in his eyes." Chuck took a good look at me, and said "Weird! I never saw anyone with different colored eyes before." Ray said "Which one is which?" Chuck replied that the right eye was blue, and the left one was green.
"That's right!" said Ray, and that's Burke. "But how do you know?" asked Chuck.
Ray replied that Billy was the opposite - a mirror image. "Billy's left eye is blue, and his right one is green.
"Here's something else!" said Ray, as he pulled the neck of my shirt over my left shoulder, to expose a small mole, or birthmark. "Billy has one just like it - on his right shoulder."

 Burke

Mon Jan 1 01:06:03 EST 1996

THE EYES DON'T LIE, Part 3

My cover had been blown and my identity confirmed. And all I could do, was sit there, and go "Mmmmmppfffff" through my gag.
But one thing did work in my favor, and that was that Ray and Chuck had wasted a bunch of time talking about Billy and me, and how to tell us apart. Cathy and Jeff had been caught, and joined Billy, tied up at our base, and the odds were now four on two, in our favor. (Actually three on two, as Mark remained at the base, guarding our prisoners.)
Chuck and Ray were still talking, when Nancy and David snuck up on them, tagged them, and made them captives. Chris got me untied, while Nancy and David tied Chuck and Ray.
Well, so much for secrets.
That night, I cornered Ray, and told him that the opposite mismatched eyes was not a secret to be bandied about. (Even though it was apparent to anyone who looked close enough.) "I might want to do that again, and the next time, you might be on my team!" Ray agreed, although somewhat reluctently. "And you better not EVER tell anyone that we are mirrored in more than just our birthmarks and eyes!" I told him. "We'll hang you up by your ears if you do!"

END

 Burke

Violet,

Regarding your question on how to get tied up, if you scroll upwards to my Sunday sept 5 posting, (just below Monika's post) you will find my response to Raynor who asked the same question you did.

i.e It could be in the form of a challenge, or a tying up competition, or you could say, "I've never been tied up, I want to see what it feels like to be tied up."

I am not surprised that you feel a little scared. thats a very normal feeling. After all, The whole point of bondage is being put in restraint in which case you are going to be quite helpless and very much at somebody else's mercy.

Having said all that, NEVER let anyone whom you do not completely trust tie you up. My suggestion, for what it is worth, would be to try it out with some close girlfriends who you know and trust before letting any guys tie you up.

The bottom line is that any bondage should be CONSENSUAL and fun!

Good luck and have fun! And.... let us know how you go!

Feel free to e-mail me if you want to talk more. I am always willing to listen

 mason
masonbl@ozemail.com.au

Wed Sep 8 07:13:06 EDT 1999

violet,
Where do you live? If its near me, I'd be perfectly happy to tie you up.

 Call me Ishmael
johndoe5675675@netscapel.net

Wed Sep 8 07:23:42 EDT 1999

That should have been

johndoe5675675@netscape.net

Where the hell did that l come from?

Maybe the l from Hell came up on the el from Hell, but how the Hell would I know?
 

Everybody in town throws rocks at me.

Are you going to throw rocks at me?
 
 

How about now?

 Call me Ishmael
johndoe5675675@netscape.net

Thu Sep 9 18:28:27 UTC+0200 1999

Burke- what about wearing sunglasses or coloured goggles while playing? ;)

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

Mon Jan 1 00:17:26 EST 1996

Mon Jan 1 00:17:26 EST 1996
 

Andy:

Mon Jan 1 00:19:11 EST 1996

Andy:

I don't recall having a pair of sunglasses at that age, and if any of us did, I don't remember anybody wearing them.
I don't think I wore sunglasses with any frequency, until I was 15 or 16, and then, only because the other kids my age did it. We thought we looked "cool."
Besides, our games were influenced largely by what we saw on TV. I don't remember seeing anyone get captured, and wearing sunglasses.
 

Burke

Thu Sep 9 18:56:17 EDT 1999

MY BROTHER TIED ME UP ON DAY AND I WAS YELLING AND THIS BOY THAT WAS OUT MY HOUSE ASKED MY BROTHER WHAT HE WAS DOING OUTSIDE HE SAID NOTHING HE GOES WHERE IS YOUR LITTLE SISTER HE GOES I TIED HER UP OUTSIDE MY BROTHER GOES IF YOU WANT HER GO FIND HER MY BROTHER FRIEND FOUND ME I WAS TIED TO A TREE SO THE NEXT DAY I TIED MY BROTHER TO HIS BED I THOUGH THAT IT WAS FUNNY MY BROTHER FRIEND GOES WAY TO GO GIRL I SAID NOW WHAT HE GOES SINCE YOUR BROTHER IS SO MEAN I WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND WE WAS ONLY FRIEND FOR ABOUT 2 WEEKS AND THEN WE STARTED DATTING BUT NOW WE ARE NOT TOGETHER ANYMORE WE ARE JUST GOOD FRIENDS HE IS LIKE MY BIG BROTHER NOW

TRACY
BABYFACE17@USA.NET

Wed Sep 8 19:32:29 EDT 1999

Tracy,

Please turn off the caps lock the next time you post.

idron
idron@hotmail.com

Thu Sep 09 22:33:36 Eastern Daylight Time 1999

Hey everyone sorry for my little outburst against
the self titled "god" i just don't like him
again everyone my apologies for wasting space
by the way great stories :)

 BoB

Thu Sep 9 20:12:46 PDT 1999
 

JULIE Part One
By Anonymous

It was Halloween and one of the churches in our town was putting on a Haunted House to raise money. They gathered several local youth groups in the area to participate in building the props and do any necessary sweat work so that all the money could be used for the neighborhood churches. After football practice, I went over to assist.

When I arrived, there were about six guys and four girls working along with 4 adults. We were working on ideas and props for the house and finally decided on what type of themes we wanted for each room. The meeting was breaking up and all of the teenagers decided to go and grab a bite to eat and the adults were going home. We decided on a restaurant and piled into two cars for the short drive. On the way, I heard a girl laughing in the crammed backseat of the car. I then hoped that the laughing I was hearing came from her being tickled. I investigated by asking what was going on and David replied that they were tickling Julie's ribs. Well, that was a short tickle but it does get allot better after the restaurant. I had thought on occasion of how nice it would be to gang tickle Julie and that brief tickle was my opportunity to recruit a tickling gang. I now only had to figure out where we would ambush her. Julie, who was 17 and was 5'4 with brown hair and eyes, very tan and also a cheerleader/gymnast at the high school. David, who seemed to enjoy the tickling was who I approached first while we were in line to get our food. I asked if Julie seemed to be very ticklish and he said yes and how he wished it would have lasted longer. I told him I was game and he suggested we get the other guys involved too.

Morandilas
http://www.magict.com/mtj/
nwulf@anv.net

Thu Sep 9 20:16:34 PDT 1999

JULIE Part Two
 

We decided to ambush her once we got back to the gym to get our cars. Two guys weren't interested as they said they might get in trouble with their parents about staying out longer than expected but they offered to get the girls back to their cars and leave Julie to ride back with the gang. That was fine with us as we knew that four us would be perfect. We made small talk as we finished our meals. I, on the other hand, was scoping our prey. She had on blue jeans, a gray long-sleeve T-shirt, white cotton ankle socks, and running shoes. The two guys said they had to go and prodded the other three girls to ride back with them to make a carload. That left Julie with the four of us. The four of us included me, Stephen, David, and Mark.

Once we piled into the car for our two minute ride back to the gym, Mark poked Julie in sides and she immediately protected her ribs by hugging herself. David asked Julie if she liked being tickled and just how ticklish was she. She replied "not at all" and she also said the being tickled was "pure torture". She said she was the most ticklish person in the world and that her feet/underarms were the worst. She didn't seem to catch on as to what was about to happen. She was seated in the back seat in the middle between Mark and Stephen. We pulled into the gym parking lot and cut off the car. We asked Julie what she where was going now and she said she would probably rent a movie and head home. Stephen asked about her curfew and she said 11 PM. That gave us three hours.

Morandilas
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nwulf@anv.net

Thu Sep 9 20:18:51 PDT 1999

JULIE Part Three

David told her that we had other plans. She eagerly asked what they were. David said that we have decided to tickle you to see just how much tickling you can take. Her expression turned to fear. We pounced. David and I each took a leg and pulled it through the bucket seats and into the front seat. Mark and Stephen each took an arm. No one had begun tickling yet as we decided to let her ponder her fate. She begged for us to not go through with it. We held her tight and discussed our options. I was eager to rip off the sock and shoe to see that size 7 and to see just how ticklish she was. We decided we needed more room to operate. Mark pointed to his parents conversion van. We heartily agreed. Stephen also added that we could tie her hands/feet with neckties from his dad's car. Julie was very nervous now. We now had to get her into the van.

We did this easily and Stephen left to get the ties. David and I held Julie and Stephen brought back three neckties. I held those precious shoe/sock clad feet still as her arms were tied to the pole that secured the captain's chairs in the rear of the van. We had her just where we wanted her. We did not secure her feet as planned because I wanted the feet and so did Mark. David and Stephen attacked the ribcage. Mark and I pulled off her shoes. Mark immediately started tickling her socked foot but I pulled off the sock. Julie was screaming with laughter. She could not even beg for us to stop. This girl was truly ticklish. Her feet were better than I had imagined. The tops of the foot were tan and the sole was as white as sand. Her toes were painted pink and were perfect. The big toe was the longest and they tapered down from there. Her foot was unbelievably ticklish. Mark so how much success I was having and he pulled off the other sock. She was being tickled in her most ticklish areas nonstop, the underarms and feet. David and Stephen had now gone underneath her shirt and that made her laughter grow even more.

Morandilas
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nwulf@anv.net

Thu Sep 9 20:20:39 PDT 1999

JULIE PART 4

After twenty minutes, we stopped. Julie was sweating and had no energy. I then got to see our victim's feet again. Nothing had changed. Her feet were still as creamy as ever. Julie then pleaded with us to untie her and let her go. We decided not to do that and began again. This time, we grabbed a hair brush and began scratching her soles with that. She did not seem to be as ticklish with the brush so we went back to our finger assault. The laughter grew. David left the underarm work to Stephen and he went for the knees. This worked well as she seemed to react to the squeezing of her knees. Mark left to join David and that left me with both feet. I was in heaven. I turned around and sat on her legs which completely immobilized her feet. They were now at my mercy. I alternated my tickling but had already discovered that the sole and just on the outside of the foot were the most effective spots. This time the tickling continued for about 40 minutes. She had enough. We decided that we should stop.

We were concerned that she was going to be angry but it turned out that she wasn't. But she would never fall into a trap like that again.
 

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Morandilas
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Thu Sep 9 20:47:48 PDT 1999

Spring Break Part One
By Anonymous

It was an early spring day and we were out for spring break. I and two of my friends were laying around listening to the radio when Cindy, a brown-haired, tan 16 year old, came over to see what we were doing and to see what fun we could have. Ray suggested we go for a walk in the woods behind our house. We all agreed and left for our walk. We stopped by Ray's house on the way because he wanted to get something, but would not tell us what. We got to a clearing in the woods and we stopped and sat down. Cindy asked Ray what he took from the house and Ray produced several plastic tie wraps. Ray said to me and Ryan, why don't we have some fun with Cindy? Cindy looked puzzled and was unsure of what type of fun we intended to have. Ryan and I jumped at the chance and said you name it. Before Cindy could get up, We grabbed her. We laid her flat on her back and pulled her arms above her head so we could use the tie wraps to secure her arms to the tree. She did not have any way to stop us as it was three on one. Once her arms were secure, we rested a minute and looked at our helpless prisoner.

I asked Ray and Ryan if they thought she was ticklish at all. Cindy's facial expression showed all of us that she was ticklish but now we had to figure our where. Cindy was laying there in faded blue jeans, a T-shirt, Nike tennis shoes and white socks. We decided to divide her body into three sections; ribs/underarms, knees/legs, and feet. Ray took the ribs/underarms, Ryan took the knees/legs, and I took the feet. We let Ray go first since he provided the tie wraps. She could not hold back her laughter once Ray poked and prodded her sides. She was soon begging for him to stop. He did to let Ryan have his turn. Ryan squeezed her knees and we got the same response that the poking of her sides produced. It was then my turn. I slowly removed her shoes and socks to watch her face to see if she was dreading the upcoming torture.

Morandilas
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nwulf@anv.net

Thu Sep 9 20:48:59 PDT 1999

Spring Break Part Two
By Anonymous

After removing her shoes, I told Ray and Ryan to go back and remind her what it felt like to be tickled. They both attacked their designated areas with precision. She laughed helplessly. I stared at her creamy white soles just thinking about how soft and ticklish they would be. I could not wait any longer. I gently reached down and scraped the sole of her foot. Her foot was so soft. She then laughed like never before. Ray and Ryan were shocked at this reaction. They both stopped and fought for her other foot. We stayed in the woods all afternoon with our helpless prisoner. The tickle torture went on for about 5 hours with a few well deserved breaks. We all thoroughly enjoyed tickling her feet as well as her sides and knees. As it was getting dark, we decided to let her go.

We promised her though that since we knew how ticklish she was, not to be caught alone again with the three of us. But, from that day on, we lured her into several more tickling positions. I will post those later.

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Morandilas
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Fri Sep 10 08:39:10 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999
 

I stumbled on to your site recently and was surprised that so many of us have had similar childhood experiences. I’m the oldest of 3 kids in my family, 2 boys & a girl. My sister being the youngest by 3 years and I used to tease her frequently. I’ve chosen to relate one of my more unusual events. In addition to the typical sibling tie-up scenarios as I child, I had interest in alternate type of restraint – Stocks & Pillories. For those of you that don’t know what that is think back to pictures in your old school history books showing Pilgrim villages. In the center of the community there was this wooden frame with three holes cut in it that held a
persons head and hands. This forced them to stand, bent over unable to move. The community then tormented the person being punished. After awhile this position can be very uncomfortable, I know from experience.

ECD
Ecd99@hotmail.com

Fri Sep 10 08:48:19 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

Now my story; When I was about 14 or 15, as well as being into restraints, I was a beginning woodworker. With my interest in pillories, I decided to build a version of one in my garage. This took most of a weekend to complete but when I was done I had a full-size working model. I has sized it to fit me or most of the kids I played with. My Mother saw it when it was done and asked “now what was I going to use that for”? I’m not sure what I said, but I think it was something about using it for a play at school. I stored it in the garage that following week. Next Saturday, I was playing with it in the garage adding a hasp for a padlock to keep it closed. I then got the urge to try it out. I placed my head & hands into the cutouts and closed the top slowly. It felt interesting, but I knew I could still get out. While standing there moving around to see how tightly I would have been held if it were locked, the top part of the hasp fell over
the other part trapping me in. I struggled to no avail. I wasn’t getting out without help. After what seemed forever, but was only about 15 minutes, my Mom came into the garage and found me.

 ECD
Ecd99@hotmail.com

Fri Sep 10 08:57:08 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999

I asked her to let me out, but she seem to ignore my request and started to ask me questions – was I
comfortable, how does it feel, could I get out, etc. I could tell she never bought my original answer about the being for school. She said,
maybe I needed to get the full effect of what it was like in the old days.
She picked-up the padlock & keys on the bench, locked the pillory and took the keys. I was really stuck now. She then pushed the button to open the big garage door. My sister and 2 of her friends were playing out there and looked toward me when they heard the door. I was the immediate center of attention. As my Mom was leaving, she made a parting comment of have fun but be good. My sister and her friends took this opportunity to return the grief I had given her in recent years. They tickled me, they used me for a target for their water guns, and finally she found one of the old ping pong paddles in the toy box. She used this to get revenge for the birthday spankings I had given her the month before. Finally they got tired of me and went to play elsewhere. I had been in this thing for almost 90 minutes. My Mom came back and asked if I was having fun. I grumbled a little, but asked nicely to be let out. She unlocked me saying this could be a good punishment for the future as this session made me more cooperative. This was the first of many times I and others have spent in the pillory. I’ll send some of those later. By the way, my interest in pillories is still active, I have a very elaborate version I built, that hold hands, head & feet in my basement today.

 EDC
Ecd99@hotmail.com

Fri Sep 10 10:55:22 CDT 1999

Here is another childhood memeory. Our youth at church had this young couple as leaders. I got to teasing the wife one year right before halloween. To raise money I suggested to have the girls tied to a stake to pretend of witch burning and which one could raise enough money would be release, or all of them. One night after church we walked to her car talking about it.She said "How would that work" . The magic words. I pulled out some rope and showed her. I tied her hands in front of her,and then tied her knees together. She was wearing a dress, and looked like black go-go boots. I was in feeling good about getting her this far. She asked won't the yell. I said no problem. I had a big hand kerchief on me and said lean forward. What for she asked. I stuff the hankie in a tight cleaveage gag. We set their for about 5 minutes. See how we could raise money. She mmmmmmph, mmmmmph like yes, and nodding her head. I ask if she could drive home tied like that. She mmmmmmmph,mmmmmmmph widlyand shook her head no. So I untied her and went home. Not a real long story. J-man

 J-man

Fri Sep 10 11:30:06 CDT 1999

Tying cousin Jan
Here is another story from my teen years. One day I was at my cousins house when my cousin Jan came home upset. I went to her room and asked what was wrong. She said her boyfriend broke up. I said "I'm sorry so lets talk about it. She was wearing this knockout outfit. It was like a dark green dress came down to the knee, and she had on a pair of dark brown hose, but not brown. The right color for the outfit. She was setting in a rocking chair just rocking back forth. Like someone upset. I tried to make her feel good. Told her nice she looked and was a knockout in that outfit. I said"IF we wasn't related I would feel proud to ask you out". Then I didn't know it was all right to go out with a cousin. I felt it was like a last measure to ask a cousin. Boy things have changed since then. She got up and closed the door as we talked. One of her sisiters came in and seen we were in tough talking. She asked if everything was all right. Jan said yes. I'm trying to show her some comfort. After about an hour she was feeling better, and thanked me. If I could help you just asked. I said well matter of fact you can. I asked If I could tie her before I leave, or make it another time. Jan helped me in my first days of high school showing me rooms, and ect.. I proud to have her a female cousin.

J-man

Fri Sep 10 12:00:28 CDT 1999

Tying Jan pt2.
As she ponder in her own bedroom with me binding her. She thought and agreed since I didn't have a driver lic.,and she didn't have a car. She asked if I brought some rope or something. I said AS long as you known me. I said remeber I was scout, be prepared. I have been planning this for awhile with you. I waited for the right time. She asked how do you want me. In the rocker woulld be fine for now. I pulled her hands behind her and started criss crossing the rope and cinched th knnot off and asked her if it was to tight. She grunted a little that is why I asked. She tested her bonds and commented on how well I have learned to tie since the last time. I asked her you remeber the last time. She said yes in the guys bedroom around christmas. Tied to the bunk beds and gagged by you.Well thank you. I went around and asked her if she wanted her feet crossed or beside each other. YOU are tying which way do you want too. Iwas in heaven. I just had to rub her stocking covered legs. just up to the knee. I crissed cross her ankles. Looped the rope several times and tied it off.

J-man

Fri Sep 10 12:13:30 CDT 1999

Tying Jan pt. 3
She asked me while I was tying her ankles off. "You better not put a run or tear in mty new hose. I rubbed her legs and checked to make sure I hadn't tore ,or put a run in those lovely hose. She asked If Iwas going to gag her. I said" Well to go through all this trouble, I said Yes. I went around behind her and said open up. She agian commented on how well Iwas prepared. I said you shouldn't leave home with out rope in your pocket.HA! HA! SHE SAID. I should have told her just for you cousin. That would be lying. So I stuff the bandana in her mouth and tied it off. She looked so pretty with a red bandanna with the green outfit. She was mmmmmmphing , mmmmmmmphing at me. I pulled her gag down and asked her what. HOW long was she to remian my captive. I said when I untie you. I regagged her and thought how about 3 hours. She mmmmmmmphing and shaking her head no. Well one of her sisters came in and asked what was going on. I told her it was a project. Jan mmmmmmph and shook her head yes. Well don't get any ideas on me to end up that way. She left. Iwas setting on one of the beds.

J-man

Fri Sep 10 12:28:22 CDT 1999

Tying Jan pt 4
As I set on one of the beds looking and guarding her. It was about 30 minutes or later and asked her if she could get over to me with out falling I would untie her. She mmmmmmphing like are you crazy. She started the chair and got to a point to try and stand. Iwasn't going to let her fall. She stood up and tried to baby walk to me. But found out how I tied her ankles she couldn't walk like that and maintain balance. She statred to hop a little. I told her not to get in a rush or you might put a runner in those hose. She had that look on her face and started mmmmmmmmphing for me tocome over to help her to the bed. Isaid "IF I help you I will untie your ankles and retie them to the bed and leave. She angrily mmmmmmmmph,mmmmmmph. I said take it over leave it. She hopped a little at a time till she reached me. I said o.k. I will tie you to the bed. She mmmmmmmmmphing wildly. I took off her gag and started untying her hands. She asked "why didn't you untie the feet first. I can leave your hands and regag you and start from the ground up. She said no. I had to take my time to untie he leggs to play with them. J-man

 J-man

Fri Sep 10 22:09:50 EDT 1999

I'm reminded of the time I tied two of my female cousins up. Being an interior carpenter at the time, my Aunt asked me if I could come over and put a new door up for her, I said sure I'd hang the door for her. I brought my hammer, butt marker, screwdrivers, plane, level, and just to be cute grabbed a bunch of rope from my assortment. I got over there and the first thing I started doing was fashioning a noose from a fifty foot long rope. My 13 year old male cousin, Mike, asked me, "What's that for?", I said "Well you need a big noose to hang a door." If you thought that was funny, you're the first one; at any rate I left it sitting there, and proceeded to work on the door. I finally get the job done, my Aunt invites me to stay for dinner, and Mike's looking at my noose and wants to know how you tie one. So I show him how, and I asked my 18 year old cousin, Beth, to come over and model mine for us. she was cool about it, I wasn't going to hang her, just show them how they put the knot under the ear and all that, so that the neck snapped instead of strangling the criminal. My Aunt asked, "Don't they usually tie their hands back too?" I asked, "Why, want me to?"
Beth said, "Go ahead" I'll only get loose, just undo my neck first." I asked my Aunt if it was Ok, to do it, and she just sort of shrugged, "I guess, just be nice." Beth stood about 5'6, weighed 113 pounds and wore her brown hair long and straight.She was wearing a tube top, remember those from the late 70's early 80's? and faded blue jeansand a pair of those platform clogs. So she offers her hands to me behind her after I take the noose off her neck. She asked if I wasn't going to tie her up with it, when I grabbed a shorter rope. I said, "No, there's a little difference between tying somebody up, and hanging them." I wrapped and cinched her wrists behind her back and attached her wrist to the belt loop on the back of her jeans, Next I asked her where she wanted to sit, she asked me why, and I told her so I could t

 ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Sat Sep 11 00:40:04 EDT 1999

Next I asked her where she wanted to sit, she asked me why, and I told her so I could tie her legs up. She asked, "Do you have to tie my feet up, too?" I told her "Sure otherwise youd just go to the kitchen and get a knife" Beth thought for a moment and said, "Ok, I'll just sit on the floor, then". I had her sit with her left foot over her right knee, right foot under left knee. She says, "This might be easier barefoot," and asked "Can you guys take my shoes off for me?"I said sure, and exposed her pale, and slight grimy bare feet, and the proceeded to tie her knees to to her ankles and her legs at mid calf. She asked me if I was done, I said almost, I scooted her next to the sofa and tied her to a leg of the sofa by a knee.
I said, "Ok, Now I'm done." She immediatle bent forward totry to get her teeth on the ropes hold her calves, but she cound only manage to bend over them, and from her hands being tied to her pants give hersef a wedgie in the process. That discouraged her from trying to pull her hands free. She got an idea and said, "the only way out of is get my pants off, isn't it?" I said, "Thats kind of the principle, Yeah." She looked at her feet, and wiggled her toes and flexed her feet as far as she could, looked at me, looked at the clock, shrugged her shoulders a little, looked at the floor and asked, "How long?"
I remembered my Monty Python, and said"That's a rather personal question." She said "How long do I have to stay like this?" I said, "How about until your mom decides otherwise?" She said "Great, that could take days. What am I going to for food?" Mike said, "I'll feed you."
Beth saw how this going, and called for her mother. Her mother came in and as soon as she saw Beth started laughing, "Got you good?" she asked Beth. Beth smiled sweetly, and said "Yes, mother, they did, may I please be untied now?"
My Aunt said "Maybe later," and went back to work in the kitchen. Mike and I were no more good after she said that, and the more we laughed

 ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Sat Sep 11 00:44:37 EDT 1999

Mike and I were no more good after she said that, and the more we laughed the more Beth got pissed. After the hilarity settled down Mike and I made plans to get his other sister, Brenda, in the exact same position at the other end of the sofa. I still had my oversize noose in my long rope. I decided that a back attck would work best. Beth said she'd even get her sisters attention if we untied her after we got Brenda tied up. I told Beth she'd better make it good and not try to cross us. She said she'd do whatever we needed, and I had to swear I'd untie her.
Benda was 5'5" and really had a nice figure, curly blond hair, a beautiful face, and a mean dispostion sometimes. We heard her coming up the walk, and I got into position behind the door, Mike went to the top of the stairs. Beth was perfect, she shook her head so her hair was all over her face, and barely croaked the word "Help."
when Brenda opened the door, brenda sttod there frozen, Beth moaned slightly and begged,"Brenda, please." Brenda took two steps into the room, I got the noose around her neck. She threw her arms up and gasped,"whatever you want, don't hurt me."She was wearing a white blouse and a dark skirt pantihose and, I think, black pumps. Either they were black or white, if we have to both tell the truth and give details, I don't see what difference it makes, but that seems to be just me, anyway; Brenda was broader shouldered than her siter, and she had even less movent in her arms once I got them tied, I took the noose off her neck. turned her around to face me, and said, "Bang, you're dead." making a gun out of my thumb and forfinger. She looked at Beth, at me, at all the rope sitting in front of me, and asked, "What have you done with Mom?" I told her, "Relax, sit down, be quiet and Mike will untie you all in due time." Brenda grumbled and started to sit down, but noticed how we had beth's legs tied, She looked at Beth at Me and just said, "No, I led her over to a dining room chair, and asked,

 ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Sat Sep 11 00:48:34 EDT 1999

Brenda grumbled and started to sit down, but noticed how we had Beth's legs tied, She looked at Beth at Me and just said, "No". I led her over to a dining room chair, and asked, "Better?" She glared at me, but sat down anyway. We tied her shoulders and waist to the the back of the chair, her legs at her knees and ankles, tied her ankles to the rung underneath the chair and then I sent Mike in to untie Beth. My Aunt came back out of the kitchen, she was blaring country music out there, I think she did that just to keep everybody out of her way, if you an honest opinion. She said, "Oh poor Brenda too, now." She looked me dead in the eye, and said, "but if you two hoodlums want to eat, don't even think about tying me up." I told her the thought never entered my mind. We untied Brenda before dinner time, but she never thanked us for untying her. In fact we've only spoken a few times since then. Oh well.

The girls in this story did Not even give me permission, let alone assistance in writing it, and will probably live out the rest of their lives completely unaware of its very existence. Brenda would probably categorically deny everything anyway. If any of them have e-mail adresses, I wish you better luck in finding them than I have.

ertfy
ertfy@yahoo.com

Sat Sep 11 16:23:28 EDT 1999

Ah, Ishmeal is back....
On to other things, Violet, I advive caution about trying to find a tie-up partner over the internet. It is full of wierdos (ever see the flick "Strangeland"? Y'know what I mean).
You're better off asking boys you personally know, rather than trusting a stranger. You don't want to become a crime victom in this immoral world we live in.

Yeah, this post may be out of character for me, but I cannot tolerate violence against women, especially rape (long story). So Violet, just be VERY careful in your selection. I'm not goning to give you my location because I'm willing to bet a million dollars you live no where near me. That, and it'd be hypocritical.
Like locasts, I shall return, hopefully as my normal cinical self.
'Ciao.

 Zorro

Well said, Zorro. I could not agree more.

Though I reckon being an Aussie qualifies me for 'weirdo' status', never mind my special err... interests! (shoo, kangaroo, shoo! Go away!)

 mason

Sun Sep 12 00:59:35 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

Hello Friends!

I'm just posting a little note to say I love the massive input of new stories by new posters! It's always nice to find new people posting.

mic - liked your story very much.
Ertfy - good stories, well worth reading
Morandilas - I liked the stories, but did you ever look up the word "consentual"? Anyway, good reading.

Hope to meet you in a chat soon!

 PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Sat Sep 11 16:57:48 PDT 1999
 

dudalb

Sun Sep 12 04:05:52 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999

...and then a note on doing your homework, before commenting.
Morandilas -I visited your site and found it interesting, but my former comment about you looking up the word "consentual", feels quite lame as I understand you were promoting another site, "your own", that sports mostly fiction-tales of unconsentual bondage, with the odd tickle-scene thrown in.
My mistake, sorry.

PH
syrinxpar@netscape.net

Sun Sep 12 00:01:05 PDT 1999

Visit the page has 3 great stories and growing

 Cleve-em
www.homestead.com/gagged/bound.html

Sun Sep 12 00:04:55 PDT 1999

This is the right one I think

 Cleve-em
http://www.homestead.com/gagged/bound.html

Sun Sep 12 17:18:26 EDT 1999

Dudes, check out the new Coor's light commercial during the football games. Call the station and say you want to see it more often. Go to Coor's homepage and thank them.

 Call me Ishmael
johndoe5675675@netscape.net

Mon Sep 13 00:53:21 UTC+0200 1999

Hey Ishmael, there is an Italian here! Why do not you describe it to me, please????

Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it

I live Down Under so I have (obviously) never seen any such advert. Could you tell us all what makes it so special? Thanks.

 mason

Sun Sep 12 20:33:31 EDT 1999

Yes it is a great commercial, I don't even use the product any more on doctors order, and it just tastes aw ful to me anymore, but I'm going out and buy some any way. I have a feeling there may be a lot of girls going to school, or work tomorrow with rope marks from this commercial.

Cast of Characters;
Girl
Guy
Engineer
Brakeman

Opening Shot: Girl, completely mummified to the railroad tracks,

Cut to Train speeding up a mountain

Cut to Girl on the Railroad tracks

Girl: Help

cut to Guy backpacking in the woods, hears her and runs off to her

Cut to Girl on the railroad tracks

Girl: Dont even ask, just untie me!

Guy starts toward her

Cut to closeup of rope work

Guy: Wow, is that a constrictor knot with a midshipman's hitch?

Girl: Hurry!

Guy: That's a work of art

Cut to train getting closer

Cut to girl on the tracks

Girl: Come on

Cut to close up of guy

Guy: That's the problem, everybody's in a hurry these days.

Guy gets Coor's Light can from back pack, opens it. The sound of the can echos

Cut to: top of mountain snow begins to avalanche

Cut to train braking hard to stop before avalanche

Cut to enginerr and brakeman walking up to girl and stopping short

Engineer; What the.

Cut to closeup of ropework

Engineer voice over Hey is that constrictor knot with a midshipman's hitch?

Cut to shot from behind girl on tracks

Girl throws her head back

Girl: Men!

Cut to house interior picture of the girl and guy as a couple in a frame, and a zoom back to reveal 6 pack of Coor's light, and a section of rope with a knot in it, persumably a constrictor knot with a midshipman's hitch. also on table

Insert programming here

 idron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Sep 12 21:01:08 EDT 1999

Well ok, that describes the commercial, now I can describe the effect it had on my life.

After seeing this my 14 yearold grandson Ron III
turns to his 10 year old sister Emily, and says, "That's what I going to do you, as soon as this game's over."

"No you won't," Emily said, "because Mom won't let you."

Ron says, "Grandpop can take care of Mom"

"Oh no", said I, "You're on your own, Pallie."

My grandson then asks my son, "Pop, is it Ok if I tie Mom up."

My son looks at the boy and says, "If you can."

I pull two American dollars out of my pocket and ask, "Any bets?"

My son asked me, "Which way are you betting, will or won't?"

"Won't" says I.

Mary, my daughter in law, was out in the tard doing something, just to avoid the football game.
So my grandson goes out there with her, and when they come back in he tells me, "Give me two dollars."

I ask him why, and Mary tells me, that I just lost a bet.

He started tying her up, and I went to my room to write the events down in my journal, and logged onto Bob's site to tell people about what just happened at the house, and took a dose of my heart medication.

He had his mother sit on the edge of the sofa and put her arms behind her, he tied them in the asian stly folded position. Mary is 33 years old, brunette, brwn eyes and round faced, 5'6 tall, if I had to estimate I'd say 38 30 38. She was wearing Khaki shorts and a t shirt and sneakers. Mary was flexible enough to fold her arms up the way Ron asked. He then wrapped his mother's arms and body with rope and cinched that rope where her arms met her body, he took a rope from the middle of where arms were behind her ran it up to the last rope, and back down to her belt, then back up from her belt to where he started. He then tied each wrist to its opposite elbow.

Ne tied and cinched her knees and ankles to getherand I didn't know he'd done this while I was online in Bob's room, tied her ankles to the sofa leg.

Mary tried getting loose briefly

idron
idron@hotmail.com

Sun Sep 12 21:49:25 EDT 1999

Mary tried getting loose briefly but just saw that she was too well tied up, she said to my son, "And somebody will untie me when I've had enough of this."

Then it was Emily's he tieed her up the same way,
Emily is years old, has curly auburn hair, around 4 foot tall, and proceeded to be tied the same way. Then my grandson made thje only real mistake iin tying, He gagged them with a single scarf for each of them, no packing or anything. He found out the single scarf method only works in soap operas. I'm told they tried getting loose for about a half hour and then they just sort of gave up, and my grand daughter said she might as well take a nap. Mary did tell Ron to untie Emily's ankles from the sofa, and Emily scooted up to lie her head in Mary's lap. Mary and refused our offer to untie them, because she wanted Emily to sleep so she'd be easier to get up for school tomorrow. Emily woke up after a two hour nap, and they both accepted our offers to untie them.

Mary did ask Sonny at one point what inspired all this and he just said, "beer commercial" As he utied untied my daughter in law she said "Ow, now you owe me a backrub."

So there it was, and I think a good time was had by all.

idron
idron@hotmail.com

Certainly sounds like one AMAZING advert....

I WISH I had been able to see that here. I can only say that the people who dreamed that one up are closet bondage enthusiasts. It shows... Very subtle and sneaky ploy on their part. As Ron pointed out, just how many kids will be going around with ropemarks after this?

And they call videos with exactly the same kind of DID ("damsel-in-distress") scenarios "pornography".... But if it's on TV, its a clever advertisement... Or merely part of a movie.

Having said that, thanks for sharing your story in the chat earlier as well as here with us Ron. I enjoyed it.

Lastly... Show Coors how much you appreciated the advert by drinking their product. And just maybe you will get more adverts like that one if you do...

 mason

Tue Sep 14 04:40:53 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999
 

PH

Tue Sep 14 10:34:21 EDT 1999

Actually, for once, the user who wants us to call him Ishmael had something useful to offer. I took his advice, dropped by the Coor's hompage, and shot them off a quick feedback on their commercial. What can it hurt? I did compliment their product, sort of. I called Killian's Irish Red, their 'premium' product, "the most drinkable domestic beer."

With all of her other kids out of the house, except for myself, I sat down with my daughter in law this morning and said, "Hey, I'm sorry if I encouraged that little dime-store Dillinger of yours to tie you up."

She laughed and said, "Oh forget about it, I saw that commercial and that woman was tied up way worse than we were." Letting the matter drop seemed the easiest thing to do, so I did.

I'll write more if anything else happens around here.

 idron
idron@hotmail.com

Tue Sep 14 20:20:25 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999

Hi!
I hope you didn't forget me already. In case you did, here's someting that could bring me back into memory.
As I already said: It's incredible how this site brings back these stories from childhood. So here's the next one: Playing in the garden

Ronin

Tue Sep 14 20:20:59 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999

Part 1/3

This story took place during a vacation trip to Austria I think. I can hardly remember any details, but some moments are not very difficult to recall. It seems that the incident in Mallorca hasn't actually been my first bondage experience... Anyway, we spent our time at the house of a family, my folks had become friends with some years ago. I was about 7 at this time, and mostly hang around with the two youngest kids of this family. I don't remember exactly how many children they had (4 or 5 I think), but their age varied significantly so I only had two kids I could play with. Anton was about my age and his sister Monika was one year older. Most of our time we explored the near forest but our parents didn't like that too much. That was not much of a problem, because they had a huge garden we could use for hide and seek or chasing us around the house. One day, we decided to play hide and seek again. Anton and Monika were barefoot and we all wore t-shirts and shorts. We used a pole where the clotheslines were fastened as our starting point. The first thing I noticed of course, was the fact that these clotheslines were just fastened at one end, so two of the four poles had a large piece of this rope attached to it's tops, but it just hang down, building a small pile on the ground. Monika was the first one to seek us boys, and I still know what I thought when I saw her standing in front of the pole, with her arms folded in front of her forehead to lean on them and to help keep her eyes closed. She had no problems to find us, and I have to admit that I didn't really give my best to hide myself. I was kind of distracted *grin*. I was next, so I counted to ten and started to look for them. Now I think I have to explain some rules of this game, because not everybody plays it like this, and I think it was also the first time I did.

 Ronin

Tue Sep 14 20:21:21 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999

Part 2/3

If somebody was spotted by the hunter (in this case me) he (or she) still had the chance of winning the game by reaching our starting point before I did. So it was a mixture between hide and seek, capture the flag and baseball. I spotted Anton just at the moment as he started to run for the starting point. He was already closer to it than I was, so he reached it first and was 'free'. Now there was just one victim left for me and I wanted at least one 'point' in my round. I began to look for Monika, and was nearly tricked again. She had been waiting for me to walk past her hideout then jumped out of the pile of crates and tools in their garage and ran as if the devil was chasing her. Now crossing an old garage (she had been hiding near the rear wall) filled with tools and various other stuff barefoot is not too easy. I heard the sounds of the tools being pushed away and immediately began to run. So she left the garage to run for the pole just one second after I had passed it's corner. With this head start, I managed to reach our starting point first, and she lost this round. Anton and I decided that she had to pay a price, and I think he wanted to get revenge for being caught in the first round so easily. I agreed and Anton proposed to tie her up.
"Good Idea", I said and tried to not to jump and scream for joy.
The poles had been planted into holes of about one or two feet in diameter which had been filled with concrete, building a convex, spherical surface. Monica stood with her back against one of the poles, placing her bare feet on one of these small cement heaps. (Funny, how some details remain in your memory. I can't even say what color her hair was...)
Anton took the rope and began to wind it around his sister and the pole, starting at her neck.

 Ronin

Tue Sep 14 20:21:39 GMT+0200 ((MEZ) - Mitteleurop. Sommerzeit) 1999

Part 3/3

He wound at least four or five rounds around it, then around her upper arms and her chest. I pulled her hands behind the pole, and Anton secured them with at least ten rounds of rope, criss-crossing her wrists. Then we wound the rope around the rest of her body, down to her legs until we reached her feet. Several rounds held her ankles together and tied them to the pole too. When we were finished, we immediately left her and headed for the house to get something to drink. We ignored her commentaries and decided to leave her like this for a couple of time. Unfortunately we hadn't noticed a small detail, which spoiled our bondage game. Ants! Soon we heard Monika scream and we ran outside to see what was wrong. Not more than ten ants had climbed up her feet and legs, but Monika shook and wiggled in her bonds as if she was standing in acid. It took us some time to free her, and we never tied her up again during our vacation.
Good thing I learned a few basics about bondage games during this time.
a) Leaving a tied up person alone is always dangerous. You never know who or what might start to nibble at him/her ;-)
b) Rope around a victims neck is extremely dangerous. Especially the way it was used in this story was, fastening her to a pole at her neck. Good thing she was secured by many more loops of rope, so she couldn't struggle enough to get hurt.
Well, we all had to learn these things, and I am glad that nothing really dangerous happened in my bondage experiences (so far).

Greetings to all regular posters and all the readers of course (Hi, Doug!). By the way: Any fans of samurai movies, martial arts or the ancient art of restraining a prisoner ('Hojojitsu') please feel free to email me. I would be very glad to discuss these themes and techniques with some other fans. In case I forgot to mention my email in the appropriate field of cannucks form: asato@rz-online.de

 Ronin

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