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Tue Aug 17 01:35:26 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part IDuring my childhood and my early teens the tie-up games we played constantly developed. We made up new games all the time and often there was a bet or a challenge involved.
-I bet you can’t escape in an hour if I tie you up this new way I’ve invented, Joe would say to me or one of the girls. The challenge would of course be accepted and if we failed to escape, we would have to resign to our fate and stay tied up for the agreed hour. Most often some tickle torture would be thrown in just for the fun of it.
Joe was the one who constantly worked on new ways to tie a prisoner up, or he would try to invent a new sort of gag. He also was the best at thinking of new plots to our games. Joe was the one who got credit for "inventing" the hog-tie, or at least introducing this very effective tie-up technique to us. I guess he got it from one of the mystery-novels we all read, or from a film he had seen.
One day of rather bad weather we all sat in the boat-house having a boring time. Thinking back at the summers more than twenty years ago, the weather always seemed to be excellent, but of course there were days with bad weather also. This was the summer when I was fourteen. So was Sarah and Joe, Jenny was fifteen. We had had some challenges earlier this summer when Joe had introduced the hog-tie. Later came the more extensive kid-nappings and retaliations I have described in earlier postings.
Tue Aug 17 01:37:05 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part IIHowever, Joe said he had come up with a new plot for a tie-up game, and wanted to know if anyone wanted to accept his challenge. He needed one ally and chose Jenny, that left Sarah and me as the intended prisoners. Joe explained that we would be taken to a secret place, tied up and blindfolded. There we would be left for an hour to escape. If we managed to get free, we would still have the problem of finding our way back to the house. It sounded like a good idea, and we accepted.
As it was a bit chilly, but not cold, we were dressed in jeans and sweaters, but as usual, no shoes or socks. We asked if we needed sneakers for this, and Joe said no. We would not be walking much, more of being "transported" as he put it. Joe fetched ropes, scarves, bandanas and some strips of cloth from our tie-up collection in the bottom floor of the boat house. Sarah and I helpfully put our hands behind us and Jenny and Joe tied us up with usual perfection. No way of getting free without help. They proceeded to blindfold us very carefully, using folded up scarves, but first they put a folded wad of cloth over each eye so no peeking would be allowed.
Two very helpless prisoners were then walked out of the boat-house and down the soft sand of the beach. I was wondering what Joe had in mind and soon found out. We were led to the boat and helped inside. It was a simple row-boat with an out-board engine. Jenny and Joe put life-jackets over our bound arms and secured them with straps. The life-jackets were supposed to be put on like sleeve-less vests, but they put them on over our arms instead, and tied the straps between our legs and around our arms. We had to sit on the bottom of the boat instead of on the seats. Joe and Jenny pushed the boat out, started the small engine and took off out on the lake.
PH
Tue Aug 17 01:38:09 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part IIIAfter about five minutes, Joe started to make the boat go in circles. It soon made us a bit dizzy and we lost the sense of direction. When the boat took up a straight course again, we had no idea if we were going north or south. The boat trip continued for about fifteen minutes. It was not a long trip. When the boat scraped against sand we were at our destination, whatever that was. I guessed that we had gone either to the small creek to the south of the house, or north towards the deserted parts of the vast woods in that area. There were some shallow bays there with sand, but not many.
Jenny was helpful and rolled the legs of our jeans up and they both helped us go ashore, wading in the shallow water. Once with our feet on dry land, they helped us off with the life-jackets. No followed a very difficult walk through some kind of forest. Walking barefoot in the forest can be both nice and enjoyable, but with your hands tied behind you and blindfolded, it is quite difficult. Jenny held one of my arms and Joe led Sarah. After about ten minutes of stepping on pine-needles and twigs I felt soft grass under my feet. We stopped and they started spinning us around. Once again we lost the sense of direction. We did not know the way we had come to this place. They removed our blindfolds and started tying us up properly. As usual lots of rope was used. We got our arms secured and our legs and feet tied together with loop after loop of thick rope. Finally we ended up face down on the ground and got hog-tied, not too tight, but tight enough to prevent much movement.
Wads of cloth were pushed deep inside our mouths and secured there by bandanas. Jenny and Joe could of course not resist the temptation to tickle our feet for a while before leaving us. They walked away behind some bushes, but that was not in the direction the boat was. We had one hour to get free.PH
Tue Aug 17 01:39:05 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part IVSarah was the born escape-artist and immediately started to twist and turn on the ground. Grunting behind her gag, raising her eye-brows and wrinkling her nose at me, ever so mad I did not understand her message at once. When she started to move towards me I got it. We twisted into the best positions to untie each others’ hands, on our sides, our backs against each other. We got as close as possible, our shoulders touched and Sarah placed her feet on top of my legs to get as close as possible. We got a bit confused at first, not knowing who should search for knots first, but soon I let my hands be still, and Sarah’s fingers moved all over my wrists. After a bit of feeling the ropes she finally got hold of a knot, but did not manage to undo it. She worked hard and finally the knot came undone. My hog-tie rope slacked considerably, and I managed to twist and turn my wrists so I could slip one hand free.
It took me about fifteen minutes to get out of all the rope and another ten to untie Sarah. Finally we could stretch both limbs and jaws, the gags had been really tight. Now we had to decide which way to go. After much thinking and looking at the sun we decided on a narrow path and followed it. We soon came to where the small creek entered the lake and saw where the boat had made marks in the sand. We figured that Jenny and Joe would return soon, as the hour must be almost up. We hid behind some bushes and waited. Soon we heard the sound of the boat. They were back! When Jenny and Joe had jumped out of the boat we rushed forward from behind the bushes and grabbed them. They were surprised we were free, but agreed they had lost the bet. Soon both of them had their hands tied behind them and they were now at our mercy. We told them how we would tickle-torture them for hours to get our revenge. Revenge we got, but that will be in another posting.
PH
Tue Aug 17 22:56:51 EDT 1999Good story PH I can't wait to here about your revenge.
Roper
Wed Aug 18 13:19:19 CDT 1999I have a true story that happened a couple of years ago.
I was 17 a the time and was babysitting 3 girls who were somewhere between 8 and 12 years old. The girls asked if we could play a game where they would tie me down to a bed and I would have to try to escape. I had only watched these girls a couple of times, but they had behaved very well so I figured it was worth the extra effort to keep them happy. They told me to lie down on their parents bed, which was very big. They tied my ankles together to the end of the bed and my wrists to the two large posts at the head. There was a TV next to the bed and I was watching a show while they did this. After a few minutes, they announced that they were finished and I should try to escape. I pretended trying to escape for a minute but the rope started hurting my wrists, so I just told them that I couldn't possibly escape and they should let me loose. The youngest girl noticed that one of the buttons on my shirt had worked it's way open and she stuck a finger through the opening, poking my stomach. I immediately laughed because it tickled and before I knew it, the other girls joined her. I was suprised at how ticklish I was. I tried to tell them to stop, but It didn't do any good as they continued tickling me for several minutes, slowly opening more buttons on my shirt so that they were able to tickle my entire stomach and bellybutton.
Every time I watched them after that, they asked if they could tie me down again, but I never agreed to do it again.
Jenni
Thu Aug 19 20:56:23 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999KIDNAPPED!
Part 1
This is the story how I once kidnapped the lovely and irrepressible Nicky and held her for ransom. Naturally, doing so obligated me to restrain her so that she would not escape.
Nicky's house had one feature that we liked very much. It had a LARGE (and very dusty) space underneath crammed full of old junk and so forth. At least it seemed that way. It was appropriately dark and gloomy and the spiders loved it. I was always brushing cobwebs off my face. I hated that. It wasn't so much the horrid feeling of the sticky material lying on my face, which I disliked, it was what might be lurking unseen…. Australia has more than its share of poisonous spiders (the redback and the notorious Sydney funnel-web) and as far as I was concerned, they could all be down here just waiting to bite me. Nicky used to tease me about it.
Naturally, it wasn't long before Nicky and I discovered it and made that space our own. We were the only ones who ever went down there, at least that far back anyway. Around 25 or 30 feet back from the small trapdoor which served as an entrance to this gloomy subterranean cavern, was a small space nestling hard up against the main brick wall. It had brick walls on two sides and we hacked out a large quantity of dirt to both expand and deepen that area so that we could stand. It was a simple matter to construct two walls out of old bricks, cardboard and wood. Over the years, we added to our little cubbyhouse. Pictures, old furniture, shelving, in short, many of the comforts of home. A colourful old rug we scrounged off somebody covered the dirt floor. It was wonderfully cosy and best of all, it was very private….
I played in many other cubby houses, (all above ground) including one massive three storey edifice set thirty feet high above the ground in a huge old gumtree, but this was my favourite by far. Maybe it was the absolute privacy and atmosphere that set it apart? Whatever.
mason
Thu Aug 19 20:59:10 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 2
Lighting was provided by candles and once lit, provided that wonderful flickering glow on the walls I will never forget. Even now, I can still see the warm glow of the candles on Nicky's smiling face and the walls. Mrs C hardly ever had anything to say about our 'tie up' games but she was ALWAYS on at us to be very very careful, when it came to lighting the candles. We could go down as often as we liked but one rule remained constant. We were not allowed to leave the cubby unattended with the candles burning and when negotiating our way through the piles of junk and the (house) stumps, we had to use a torch in case we tripped.
Nicky and I spent so much time in our cubbyhouse. It was a real little home for us. I remember going down there many times after school and guzzling chocolate sultanas (my very favourite sweet) and Coke. We would play house down there, just talk and so forth. And there were other activities too….
Yahhh! There are no prizes for guessing some of the things we got up to down there. I am also ashamed to admit that we both used to smoke down there, when we were 15 or 16. (I've long since given up the coffin nails) After all, we were sufficiently private to have little fear of getting caught. And we never were either. Lucky for us, eh?
Thu Aug 19 20:59:38 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 3
The stage for Nicky's kidnapping was set when I was very young. I had not been a good reader and actively resisted reading most of the books available to me at the time. Until one person suggested to my mother that I should try Enid Blyton (ever heard of her?) The rest was history. I came to love them and I have enjoyed reading since. But I digress.
One of the reasons that I enjoyed her tales were not so much that they were well written or genuinely exciting but some of the rather perilous situations that her characters invariably found themselves in. I cannot remember them all now but one of the most memorable situations occurred in one of her 'Famous Five' books when two of the Famous Five members, Julian and Dick, guys got caught by the baddies (smugglers?) and they were very securely and thoroughly tied up. Blyton certainly described the way that they got tied up well enough! They had had their hands tied behind them then lashed to metal rings set into the wall, just for good measure. There were others, but that was one of the most memorable. I wish that I had kept those books….
I had an active imagination in those days and so it was one typical afternoon after school that I brought up the subject. We had already had something to eat while watching the cartoons and changed into our oldest jeans and T-shirts. (Clothes got dirty down there quite quickly) To be honest, I only brought up the subject because I hoped to be 'kidnapped' and tied up. I told Nicky how they had been kidnapped and tied up.
"You're not going to kidnap me are you?" Nicky asked. As usual, she got straight to the point.
Thu Aug 19 21:00:00 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 4
"How did you ever guess?" I jeered.
"Ooh, please don't kidnap me!" Nicky wailed. She always was a convincing actor and could really get into it.
"But I am!" I happily exclaimed. To emphasise my point, I withdrew my powerful gun and held her at gunpoint. (actually only my finger but imagination did the rest - sometimes you just have to improvise)
Nicky shrank back from me in mock terror. She repeated, "Please don't kidnap me!" before continuing, "But my family's got no money!"
"Yeah sure!" I retorted. "We'll just have to find out won't we?"
"We've got no money!!"
"Let's find out," I suggested. "Meanwhile…"
"You're not going to tie me up, are you?"
"But of course I'm going to tie you up!" I replied. "I don't want you escaping!"
"Don't tie me up please!" Nicky's voice sounded utterly piteous as she moaned, "I promise not to escape!" However, her eyes were shining.
"B…t!"
"I promise!"
"Tough luck," I curtly replied. It was around then that I realised that I had a major problem. There was no rope down in our cubby house. It was all hidden upstairs in Nick's bedroom. Nicky collapsed laughing when she realised my dilemma. How was I going to kidnap Nicky if I could not tie her up? It was very embarrassing. It was one of the few times I wished that I had not brought up the subject. I felt stupid.
"I guess you'll have to go up and get some rope," Nicky snickered. Her eyes shone with wicked merriment.
Thoroughly abashed, I commented, "I guess so."
Thu Aug 19 21:00:27 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 5
"Hurry up!" It was amazing. How many kidnap victims actually ordered their kidnappers to go get some rope then tell them to "hurry up!"?
I sighed. I would have to go upstairs to get some rope to tie Nicky up with. I can still remember feeling really silly as I went to get the rope to tie up my supposed 'victim' with. It meant re-negotiating the obstacle course set between our cubby and the creaky trapdoor entrance. I just hoped that the spiders would not be around… Getting the rope was a simple matter. We kept the tangled mass of ropes hidden in a box stowed away in the darkest space of the closet, well away from the doors. Not that it was really necessary, because Mrs C not only knew of our 'tie-up' games but even joined us on occasions. (No, we never got to tie her up)
Within seconds (or so it seemed) I had the tying materials in hand, and was re-negotiating the narrow passage back to our little subterranean cubby. Thankfully, there were no marauding spiders around either. I was further relieved to find that Nicky was still sitting where I had left her. She looked pleased to see me.
I remember the look of anticipation on her face as I pulled the ropes out of the bag. As usual, we had to untangle and sort them out before any tying could commence. Once again, I felt a slight sense of unreality that my intended victim should be helping me like this. Eventually, we were done and they lay ready for use. I made my voice harsh. "Ok, Nicky, sit down on that chair!"
"And what if I don't?" Nicky asked cheekily.
"Then I'll make you!" I growled. "I'm kidnapping you!"
Once again, Nicky went into her act. "Please don't kidnap me!" she cried.
"Too bad," I replied. "Now sit down!"
"No."
Thu Aug 19 21:04:28 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 6
I sighed. Nicky could be really obstinate when she wanted to be. I made a grab for her but Nicky had anticipated my move and giggling, she darted out of the way. Exasperated, I tried to catch her but she was too quick and flitted around the small cubby keeping the chair between the two of us. She was giggling madly as I tried to catch her. Suddenly Nicky slipped up. She darted one way, expecting me to go the other. Fortunately, I had already decided not to go that way so Nicky ended up running straight into me.
Quickly, I pinned her in my arms and forced her down onto the old chair.
The chair was nothing special. It was just a rather old fashioned cloth covered armchair type thing except it had no arms as such. It may have been old and tatty but it was surprisingly comfortable. It sat up reasonably high off the floor on four small rounded wooden legs. The seat was around six inches thick as was the back. It was also quite wide as well so tying people up to it was not going to be that easy as it would have been with more conventional chairs.
Nicky was not giggling as I pushed her down into the chair and grabbed some rope seemingly in one movement. Reverting back to form, she pleaded, "Please don't tie me up! I'll be good!"
"Sorry," I replied. "You've already tried to escape once."
Nicky snickered and tried to get up but I easily held her down. Once she was still again, I quickly began wrapping a long length of rope around her chest and the chair back. Once Nicky realised that she had been gotten, she relaxed and allowed me to begin tying her up properly.
Thu Aug 19 21:04:50 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 7
I tied the rope around Nicky's chest just above her breasts around five or so times then repeated the exercise, just below, effectively pinning her to the chair. However, I left her arms free. The next step was to secure her hands. I had an idea for her. It was quite original and I knew that Nicky would not like it very much mainly because it meant that she would not be able to escape.
Nicky's eyes widened with curiosity as I crossed and lashed her hands together in front of her before knotting everything off. I took especial care with the knots. Nicky was an extremely good wriggler and if she were to escape, not only would it be humiliating but she would also win the right to tie me up immediately afterwards. Not that I minded being tied up mind you, but Nicky always took great delight in tying me up extra tight after such occasions as if to remind me of my frailties.
After securing Nicky's hands, I bound her lovely lithe legs tightly together at ankles, knees and thighs. Those ropes certainly looked good against her blue jeans. Because the chair was really just a little too low, I could not push her legs underneath so I had to leave them propped out in front. Not that it really mattered anyway. I could tell that Nicky was clearly wondering what I was up to but I did not bother elaborate. She would find out soon enough. Besides, the way I saw it, my continued silence was more unnerving than anything else. The next task was to lash Nicky that much more firmly to the chair. I used another two long lengths of rope to tie her to the chair at waist level and also her upper legs to the seat.
Thu Aug 19 21:05:09 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 8
I grinned at Nicky before tying another length of rope to her already bound hands. I wound it several times around her hands, completely covering the original knots before re-knotting the second rope. It remained only to force Nicky's hands above her head and behind her as much as they would go without causing her too much discomfort. I had to crouch down to run the rope under the seat and out in front before pushing the ends up between Nicky's legs (between the knee and thigh ropes) and taking them over her chest ropes in front. I pulled on the ropes very firmly to ensure that there was no slack in them before knotting everything off in front. The rope harness holding up her chest ropes ensured that there would be no slippage.
"There!" I smirked. "Get out of that!" Nicky rolled her eyes. I was always so original… "I have kidnapped you now!"
"Please let me go," Nicky pleaded. "Please untie me. It hurts." Nicky was subtly signalling that I should gag her now.
"Shut up," I growled. "I think I better gag you now."
'Please don't gag me," Nicky moaned. "I promise to be quiet."
Thu Aug 19 21:05:34 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 9
"Yeah, sure!" I teased as I stuffed a largish white cloth in her mouth abruptly stifling her complaints before taking another longer and narrower strip of cloth and using it to tightly cleave gag Nicky. Her eyes were huge as I gagged her. That is something I will always remember about Nicky - the expression on her face whenever I gagged her. Nicky really seemed to like being gagged. But then, so did I too… I always felt that much more helpless when gagged and I suppose that was why Nicky enjoyed it too.
I sat down and began composing my ransom note. We usually kept a little paper and writing materials on hand, just in case. Amazing how clearly I remember doing that yet, I cannot for the life of me recall exactly what I wrote. Memory can be a selective thing sometimes. I think it went something along the lines of, "Dear Mrs C, I have kidnapped your daughter Nicky. If you want to see her alive again, I want the sum of $1,000,000 before night time." I always did like nice round figures. And one million dollars seemed like such a fortune to me back then when a dollar was still a dollar.
After writing the note, I showed it to Nicky. Her eyes widened. Seconds later, Nicky snorted derisively into her gag. "What are you trying to say?" I teased. Nicky narrowed her eyes and stared at me. I laughed. "Well, time to go give this to your mum," I said. I rubbed it in by unnecessarily adding, "If I don't get the money by tonight, you will just…. disappear!" I remember reading that somewhere and the phrase had stuck in my mind. It sounded so dramatic, so final. I picked up the torch and blew the candles out, temporarily plunging everything into darkness before I flicked on the switch. Nicky opened her eyes in mock terror and struggled to free herself as I clambered out the exit. Her bound legs beat a tattoo on the floor as I stuck my head back in and joked, "Don't go away will you?"
Thu Aug 19 21:05:55 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 10
Nicky glared at me. It was so corny. So cliched. Not that she was averse to saying exactly the same thing when the tables were reversed. I was laughing as I once again traversed the perilous route through the junk strewn passage. For once, I even forgot about the spiders in my haste to give Mrs C the note.
Mrs C was in the kitchen as I walked in. She smiled at me when I came in and wanted to know how we were going. I hated having to spoil her day. "Here, I've got this for you!" I exclaimed. "Read it!"
It only took Mrs C. a second or so to read the note. She played along beautifully by asking, "Where is Nicky?'
"Aha!" I boasted, "I'm not telling!"
'Oh dear," she said. "I haven't got a million dollars."
I shrugged. "Then you won't see Nicky alive again."
Mrs C thought for a moment. "How about this instead?" she asked. This time, It was my turn to be startled as Mrs C produced the treasure from atop the fridge. It was a huge 200gram block of Cadbury's chocolate. My very favourite! "Yes, I'll take that!" I gleefully said.
"Wheres Nicky?" Mrs C asked. Chocolate safely in hand, I told her. "In our hideout."
"I see," Mrs C mused. Hideout, in this case, meant under the house in our cubby house. Suddenly, she looked sharply at me. 'I supposed you've tied her up."
Slightly embarrassed, for mention of these games always made me blush, I stammered, "Uh, yes."
"You won't eat all the chocolate will you?" Mrs C gently reminded me. I bridled. She knew me all too well. I could be a greedy pig where chocolate was concerned and everyone knew it. Mrs C smiled and said, "Have fun."
"Thanks!" I exclaimed. "We will!" Clutching the torch and my prize in the other hand, I made my way back to the cubby where I hoped to find Nicky still tied up.
Thu Aug 19 21:06:23 GMT+1000 (AUS Eastern Standard Time) 1999Part 11
I was happy to find that Nicky was still where I had left her when I got back. She looked a little relieved as I lit up the candles again. Although Nicky was in no danger, I don't think she had really enjoyed being left all alone in the Stygian blackness of the cubby.
Nicky's eyes were like saucers as I casually produced the ransom and began eating it. She frantically "mmph'ed" and tore at her ropes as I slowly tore the wrapper off and started eating the chocolate. She looked furious. Nicky loved chocolate every bit as much as I did. Eventually, I took pity on her and un-gagged Nicky. She looked much happier as I hand fed her the chocolate, piece by piece. Nicky shouted with laughter when I told her how I had negotiated a compromise and secured the chocolate instead.
I ended up kidnapping Nicky several more times but Mrs C quickly wised up to our ploy and refused to hand out any more chocolate. At least not bars as large as that. Pity. It was a nice little earner while it lasted.
mason
Thu Aug 19 14:24:10 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tree tied – part 1 of 2
Saturday, Sunday and Monday were actually days without any bondage. Not that we minded, it was again beautiful weather and we all thought that we needed a cool down period. On Monday afternoon Helga had been annoying her brother again and ended up being locked in the toilet. She wasn’t tied up, mainly I think because Frank couldn’t find any ropes, I had put them underneath our own cottage and he didn’t know that. But for the rest it was a bondage free zone. On Tuesday Marcus and I were playing and at some moment we got the ropes out and were tying each other up. We took turns, tied the other one up, using a single rope and then see if you could escape. This went one for about an hour when I told Marcus to stand with his back against a tree. The tree was so big he couldn’t touch his hands behind his back. I tied the rope from his left hand to his right hand, but didn’t fix it to the tree, and told him to get free. He couldn’t. I told him I was not releasing him and walked away to my cottage and got a drink. When I returned about 15 minutes later Marcus was released by some of the other guests. They saw me and a chase was started, which resulted in the fact that I was grabbed by 4 adults and forced (don’t worry, it was all good natured) against a tree and my hands were tied much the same way as Marcus hands had been. His revenge on me for letting him stand against the tree. Once I was tied at my hands, much the same way as I had tied Marcus, the adults returned to their seats at the pool and Marcus and I were left alone. I tried to wriggle free but I couldn’t slip my hands out.
To be continued…
Thu Aug 19 14:24:53 UTC+0100 1999Germany 1982 – Tree tied – part 2 of 2
Eventually (it sounds like ages but was only about 10 minutes) I managed to gain some slack on the ropes by pulling them higher up the tree and I could reach a knot. Undoing it was another question, since I was standing/leaning against the tree in an awkward position. It took me almost 15 minutes to get the knot undone. The rest was easy. I managed to get loose in just over half an hour.
More to come soon…
BTW for those who missed the previous posts belonging to this set, you can find them in the July and August archives.
BTW2 Great story again, mase and PH (also a great name!)
Thu Aug 19 17:50:05 UTC+0200 1999Mason: Very interesting story! And yes, I think that those stories by Enid Blyton are worldwide known. When I was, er- younger, I used to own five books by her and I remember that back between the 70's and the 80's Italian TV even featured a serial (probly a Northern-European production) based upon those stories. Not many tying-up scenes in the TV show, though.
All of that made me remember of another "ancient" TV serial with many more tying-up scenes. I do not know tre original title. It was still in B&W (25 minutes episodes) and it was about the adventures of a boy and his black horse in their ranch in a not so wild West (the Fifties- it was easy to tell because of the cars that appeared sometimes). The boy was Robert Diamond and his father was played by Peter Graves. The kid usually went through many tying-up situations when any "bad guy" was around. Does anybody here know that serial? One more detail: the black horse refused to carry anybody else than the boy- he positively threw down anybody else who would try and take a ride!
Sorry if that was some off topic (is there a TV serials forum anywhere, BTW?). Thank you and ciao!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Thu Aug 19 17:44:41 1999Andy:
The name of the show you describe was originally aired under the title of "Fury," and released in syndication as "Brave Stallion." There were 116 30 minute episodes.
You can find out more by going to the Internet Movie Database (http://www.imdb.com) and searching for the appropriate information.
Joey (Newton) was played by Bobby Diamond; Jim Newton was played by Peter Graves, and Pete, the old ranch hand/foreman was played by William Fawcett. There were two other recurring characters, both Joey's friends. Pee Wee Jenkins was played by Jimmy Baird, and Packy Lambert was played by Roger Mobley.
There were also a couple of books (Fury and the Lone Pine Mystery) and a series of comic books based on the show. Hope this information helps.Burke
Burke
Fri Aug 20 00:48:07 UTC+0200 1999Burke: YES! It was that, and thanks a lot.
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Fri Aug 20 01:12:32 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part VAfter being transported on the lake in the row-boat, tied up and blindfolded, to a place south of the house, Sarah and I had been left in the woods for an hour to escape our bonds. We managed and eventually took Joe and Jenny prisoners as they got back to look in on us.
Jenny and Joe sat on the ground, hands tied behind them with the thinnest of our ropes. They were both wearing jeans and sweaters. Joe had a school sweat-shirt and Jenny a blue lambs-wool sweater. Both our prisoners were barefoot. They looked angrily at us, mad that they had not managed to tie us up more effectively. We had brought all the rope and the scarves and bandanas back to the creek and now we had plenty of binding-equipment to use on our helpless prisoners. We tied their ankles together and left them sitting there for a while and walked away a bit to discuss their fate.
To continue the game in the same spirit it had started, we had to think of a good place to bring our prisoners, and leave them there. We would have to do it in such a way that they would not know where they had been taken. After a bit of discussion we decided on the old abandoned barn in a field behind Joe’s and the girls’ parents’ property. From the beach by their house it was only a short walk, and as our prisoners would be walking blindfolded, the walk would have to be fairly short.
We went back to the prisoners and started preparing them for the boat trip. As we did this we happily told them how we would enjoy torturing them once at the destination. They had tickled us before leaving us, and revenge was always a pleasure to take in our games. Soon we had them sitting on the bottom of the boat, dressed in life-jackets and blindfolded. We got the out-board engine going and took off.
Fri Aug 20 01:13:39 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part VIJust as they had done we circled the boat to make them lose their sense of direction. Finally at the beach we helped them ashore and took off their life-jackets. With a firm hold on their arms we walked them up the beach and into the woods. The walk took about ten minutes and we were at the barn. It was an old "field-barn" only used to store hay during the summer. It had a hay-loft and an area to keep different kinds of tools. The farmer hardly used it and we were allowed to play in it. The good thing about it was that there were many different beams, supporting the roof of the barn, as well as wooden poles or pillars going from the floor to the support-beams. These were perfect to tie prisoners to.
We had planned to start by taking our revenge at them for tickling us earlier. Sarah led Joe over to one of the poles that supported the hay-loft and placed him sitting with his back against it. She used a long, thick rope and secured his upper body to the wooden pole. He was totally immobile. She then tied his feet together and using a long rope slung over one of the roof-beams, lifted his legs off the floor a bit. She took off his blindfold as she wanted him to see what was coming. Joe cursed her and threatened her if she dared to touch him, just like we always did in our games. Sarah laughed at him and went up to the hay-loft to get some straws. Using the straws as "tickling-tools" she then started to tickle Joe’s face just to make him mad.
While she was doing this, I prepared for Jenny’s torture.The two sisters always competed in everything they did, and in our tie-up games, the tickling of a bound prisoner made them as stubborn as ever. None of them wanted to be defeated by the other, so we could expect Jenny to try and act as she did not feel a thing. Sarah on the other hand would try her best to tease and torment her sister.
PH
Fri Aug 20 01:14:34 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part VIIWhile Jenny sat helpless on the floor, hands tied behind her and still blindfolded, I prepared a little "torture-rack" for her. It was a simple wooden plank, placed between two heavy saw-bucks. I had to ask Sarah to help me with Jenny, and she left Joe alone for a short while. We untied Jenny’s hands and re-tied them in front of her. We placed her on her back on the plank and raised her hands above her head and secured them there with a rope going around the plank. Jenny sensed what was coming and tried to twist and turn away. Sarah pinned her legs down and I tied her feet together and secured them in the same way with a rope going down to the foot of the saw-buck. Jenny’s feet were in the air, just off the end of the plank. More rope around her waist and thighs made her very immobile indeed.
Sarah removed Jenny’s blindfold and started to slowly push her sweater and T-shirt up to reveal Jenny’s stomach. Jenny breathed heavily, concentrating on trying to be as relaxed as possible. Her efforts did not help much as Sarah started tickling Jenny’s stomach and belly-button. Jenny bit her lip, closed her eyes and breathed deep breaths, but soon she was giggling. Sarah constantly told her:
-You like this, don’t you? Tell me you like it!
In response Jenny called her younger sister names you would not call your worst enemy. After having fun with Jenny’s mid-section, Sarah then moved to her sister’s feet. She tickled toes and soles with both fingers and straws until Jenny was roaring with laughter and was trashing around as much as the ropes would let her. We did not go on too long, as this was a friendly game after all. After we thought Jenny had had enough, we tickled Joe a little more and then started to prepare our prisoners for their hour-long escape-try.
PH
Fri Aug 20 01:15:32 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999The Escape Bet
Part VIIIWe placed them side by side on the floor, hands tied behind them and arms and legs surrounded by thick rope. Their feet were bound with the ankles crossed and pulled up to their hands, not too tight, but not much slack either. To prevent them from escaping the way we had, we tied rope from an above beam down to their feet and tightened it so they were unable to roll over on their sides. Gags were applied using thick wads of cloth in their mouths, tied over with bandanas. Sarah wanted a little extra touch of fun for them, so she collected two bunches of straws and tied them together. She then hung the straws from the rope going up to the roof, making the straw-ends just barely touch the bare feet of the bound prisoners. Every little move they made resulted in the straws swinging and giving them a little tickle. They surely would not fall asleep during their hour!
We left them there and sat outside the barn waiting for them to escape. When the hour was up they were still in the same positions. When the gags came off they tried to sound mad and angry, but had to agree that we were the winners of the game.
PH
Fri Aug 20 01:16:34 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Just some comments I forgot to put in:
Great stories everyone and a special "thank you"
Mase for giving us another excellent story!As Andy V pointed out, the Blyton books must have
given many kids with interests like ours great
reading-experiences. I think I mentioned my
interest in books like that in a previous post.BTW, I was in a huge toy-store here in town last week-end and they still have the "Five-series" in the books-department. There's even one with a cover showing the George-girl tied to a chair.
Good for the younger generation, he?PH
Fri Aug 20 17:47:52 UTC+1000 1999Wonderful stories PH and Mason. These were your best yet!!
James
Fri Aug 20 10:37:19 GMT-0700 (PDT) 1999I/m posting this from a friend's house, with any luck my computer will be up and running again by Monday.
Good new stories!
For those of you who are fans of the kids tying up Grown ups genre the film on The Fox Family Cable Network "Au Pair" looks interesting. It on sunday and it a comedy about a Harvard BUsiness School Grad who is forced t take a job as an au pair nanny to a couple of kids.THe ad in tv guide show her being tied up by the two kids. Whether anything happens in the movie is up in the air but it is worth a look...
And of course Teaching Mrs TIngle opens today. It you are a teacher be afraid, very afraid...dudalb
Sat Aug 21 01:27:12 PDT 1999When i was around 15 years old, my friend and i plotted a kidnapping for two weeks. Billy was the same age as me and might have been even a little more interested in tying someone up, than I was , if possible. We collected ropes, duct tape and gagging rags and put them in an excercise bag. The two of us had always studied television tie-ups, and had seen detective magazine covers. We decided that we wanted to create our own magazine cover. In all our thought process there was only two things for sure, the victim had to be female and pretty.
I had an idea on who it should be, but never mentioned it to Billy, until the one day we were sitting at his kitchen table. We weren't exactly talking about anything in particular when the back door opened and in walked Billy's mom and Elaine, his 12 year old sister. You guessed it, Elaine was my secret chosen victim.
I loked Elaine over as she bent down to get something out of the opened refrigerator. She was very pretty for a girl her age and had "kidnap me" written all over her.reggie
Sat Aug 21 13:09:03 EDT 1999I hope this doesn't sound like whining; but with the apparent current trend here towards "kids tying up adults", there is at least one visitor here who likes the "Kids tied up" stories better. I'm not criticizing the adult tied stories — I guess this is just sort of an appeal to let people know that kid tied stories are not passé, and I for one would still like to see them.
8¬)Dorain
http://www0.delphi.com/cleantickling/messages
cadre_istari@hotmail.com
Sat Aug 21 13:25:49 EDT 1999Hey guys, it's me again. About a week ago I told you that football has started up here where I live. Well of course, I was right about having almost NO free time after school and football. In fact last night for about 30 minutes was all I was on Monday-Friday. So until football ends at the end of October, and because you guys are packing this place with stories, I shall likely not be reading these, instead waiting to read the archives when I have time. So don't expect comments, though you can e-mail me if you think a story is exceptional or whatever (or Doug, whenever you write the next one :).
Jeff
JeffHCross@aol.com
Sun Aug 22 01:18:20 UTC+0200 1999Dorain: I mostly (not totally, tho') agree.
Why do not you post your reference URL any more?Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Sun Aug 22 01:22:22 UTC+0200 1999Uh- Sorry, I saw you did. Just got confused with the following posting. Sorry!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Sun Aug 22 23:29:43 UTC+0200 1999HOGTIED BOY.(1)
A long time ago, I met Matt, he was on his skate board, had shorts on, black socks, sneakers, a white t-shirt, and he was wearing a cap. He was telling other kids how tough he was, and how he could escape from anything, and get away with everything. I right there and then- we were outside by the skatepark, a 2 minute walk from my house. and for the record; he was 14, and I was 15-decided to challenge him. When most of the kids were gone I approachd him, and said I wanted to bet him 20 bucks he would not escape from a hogtie. He laughed, and said I was being rediculous, he said it would be a piece of cake for him. I told him to come to my house in 10 minutes if he dared.....
I then said goodbye and rushed home to make preparations. I busted in the doo, and heard my mother say something, but I ignored it and ran upstairs. I started collecting ropes from all the closets in my room, after rushing around I counted how many ropes I had, just to check if I had enough. I ended up with 5 ropes about 5 feet long a piece, two of about 9 feet long, and a gag(an old t-shirt torn in two) and a blindfold(the other half).
I then waited. After a few minutes the doorbel rang, and my mom shouted there was a boy named Matt at the door. I jumped and shouted back that she should let him come upstairs. Matt opened the door and saw the ropes on the floor. He said:You seem well prepared, is that what you are going to use?" I said źes, and he said: You said 20 bucks right? I responded by telling him to lie down, face down on the floor with his hands on his back. He did so, and I proceeded . I tied his hands crossed with one of the 5 shortest ropes, I tied his arms below and above his elbows with two more pieces. I then too the gag and wanted to put it aroun his head, he protested and said that there was no need to gag him, he said he would not scream, I told him the gag would have he purpose later, and he let me put it on. There he lay, hands tied tight, and his arms too. I thenFMF
Mon Aug 23 00:09:07 UTC+0200 1999HOGTIED BOY (2)
I then tied his ankles together wih one of the two longer ropes. I did the same to his legs, just above the knees. I then took the last short rope, and tied it below his knees, around his legs. I ran out of rope!!! I quickly raan to the garage, and got a 20 foot bungee rope. When I came back upstrair, Matt was lying on his side trying to get loose. I told him to wait because I was not finished. I then lay him face dow, and I told him to put his feet up. I started tying the rope below his knees towards his feet, going around his legs. When I got to his feet, I fulled the rope between his legs, and pulled his hands to this feet, and tied them together, I still had about 10 feet lest, so I tied it aroun his torso, looping through the ties around his arms. He was now very nicely hogtied. I told him I had one more thing to do, and I took my belt, and looped it through his gag at the back, and tied it to his hands. He lay there struggling for a few minutes, I then blindfolded him. He went at it for a few minutes, then I decided to un hogtie him, I took his blindfold off, and his gag, what happened then, you'll read in a later posting.FMF
Mon Aug 23 00:10:17 UTC+0200 1999HOGTIED BOY(*)
Sorry guys, this should be in between HOGTIED BOY 1 and 2:
There he lay, hands tied tight, and his arms too. I then took the 4th short rope, and tied the ropes that were tied around his arms vertically together with it, and then I tied it to his hands. I made him sit, he hmmmmpffd a few times, but did not complain.FMF
Sun Aug 22 17:02:16 1999Just found this,:
From: XXXXXXXXXwebtv.net (XXXXXXXXXX) Group:
alt.discuss.webtv.talk Subject: RE:
Questionable site Date: Sun, Aug 22, 1999,
4:07pm Organization: WebTV Subscriber
I finally finished slogging through that
"CANUCK100" story site. A person can only take so
much 'male bovine fecal matter' at a time. Here
are my impressions.The stories are uniformly
boring, dull, repetitive, unimaginative,
artificially unsexual, and just plain
uninteresting, cookie cutter claptrap.>P< I will
say that there are some authors who do have a
smidgen of writing ability.However, for each
one of those, there are many more who seem to
think "the longer the better". The only
disturbing thing about the whole site is one
writer's insistence that most mothers were or are
being tied up by their sons. This attempt at
normalizing the practice may give some
children/teenagers cause to attempt this with
their mothers.Other than that, the stories are
much more sad and pathetic than morally
objectionable.If there is any reason to object
to the site, it is the personalities of the
posters.Most are arrogant, rude, delusional,
very full of themselves, extremely egotistical,
lower mid range intellectually. As a group they do
not tolerate anything other than ego inflating,
complimentary, self serving comments.When they
are not spinning their tales and yarns, they are
busy patting each other on the back for posting
another great story. Any serious discussion of a
story is vehemently opposed.I seriously doubt
that any intelligent person would take their
ramblings seriously.
But, if you are a young, impressionable, not too
bright teenager, I suppose you could be influenced
by the stories.
IMHO, the only reason TRIPOD would have for
deleting this site, would be to free up the memory
the 'CANUCK100' site is wastingmaddog
maddogsw@angelfire.com
Mon Aug 23 00:48:31 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Hello everyone!
I'm sorry to waste space, but here's another story from an arrogant and egotistic guy. (...what a word...) As I am of lower, mid-range intellect, I can only hope in my dreams that some reader will find my story interesting and worth reading. If you hate it, and if you're normal you should, please don't hesitate to write me a rude comment. If you, against all odds, should like it, don't even dare to pad me on the back (in writing of course). The posters to this site might look, to a jealous outsider, like a group of friends who enjoy reading stories that interest them!
Well, here we go!
Mon Aug 23 01:09:43 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part IOne evening I arrived at my friends’ house for a sleep-over. My parents were giving a party for some of the neighbours in the summer-house area, and Joe’s and the girls’ parents were going. Joe’s younger brothers were going along, and they would have a sleep-over together with my younger cousins, who were their age. The families sort of swapped kids for the night. We would be alone for the entire evening and part of the night, parties in our area tended to go on long into the night.
As I arrived at the main house, carrying a sleeping-bag and a small back-pack with a change of clothes, I met the older generation going off to the party. A small speech was given by Joe’s Mother, Mrs. L. about the necessity of going to bed early and not eating too much candy. As usual I smiled, nodded and thought nothing of it. Peter, Joe’s younger brother, blinked his eye at me, letting me know that he knew what we would be doing. They told me the others were already at the boat-house and I went there.
Outside, sitting in the sand and playing cards, were Joe and Jenny, both in jeans and T-shirts and barefoot. They greeted me and told me Sarah was waiting for me in the upstairs room.
-She’s got a surprise for you, Joe told me smiling. Somehow I sensed that smile was not as friendly and sincere as it was intended to look. I went inside the boat-house, kicked off my sneakers down stairs, and walked up the stairs to the big room where we used to spend so much time. I noticed that the girls’ small cassette-radio was on at full volume, delivering some of the enormously popular ABBA-songs of the late seventies. I remember thinking that was odd, as Sarah never liked ABBA. On the other hand, Jenny did.PH
Mon Aug 23 01:10:39 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part IIAs I reached the top of the stairs I could see the reason for my instinctive feelings that something was wrong. In the middle of the room, sitting on a simple wooden chair, was Sarah. She was, if not completely, but nearly so, covered in rope. In her mouth was a big ball made out of a sock that had been knotted around a bandana, the bandana had been tied in her neck. Sarah’s hands were tied behind the back-rest of the chair. Her bare feet were tied with the ankles crossed, and secured under the seat of the chair by a rope going up to her hands. Loop after loop of heavy, thick rope were tied around her jeans-clad legs and around her upper body. Her eyes were huge above the gag, signaling to me some stupid message that she had been kid-napped, as I could not understand that from what I saw. There was sweat on her forehead and her reddish-brown hair, worn in a pony-tail, had several strands that had come lose from the rubber band in her neck, and hung over her face. This was truly a damsel in distress, and a very angry one too.
-I told you Sarah had a surprise for you, said Joe from behind me.
-She has been kidnapped, and wants you to rescue her, but you can’t do that, can you?With these words from the evil villain I was grabbed by both Joe and Jenny and wrestled to the floor. I knew that by our rules, they had revenge to take on us, and I did not struggle too hard to resist them. Soon I was helpless on the floor, my hands tied behind me with a thick, harsh rope. Jenny held a white sports-sock, tied around a bandana in front of me and told me to open. I did, and the thing was stuffed into my mouth, making my jaws open as wide as they would go. I bit down on the gag as she tied it in my neck and gave the required performance, grunting and making mmmmph-sounds.
PH
Mon Aug 23 01:11:38 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part IIIJoe sat me up and he and Jenny started to cocoon me the same way Sarah was encircled with rope. They tied five or more loops around my upper arms, then cinched the rope between my body and my arms. They repeated this around my elbows and finally around my waist, pinning my hands to the small of my back. My feet were tied with the ankles crossed and the legs were soon covered with rope. They dragged me over to the heavy sofa by the wall and turned me over. My legs were pressed up against my buttocks, making the rope around my knees and thighs go even tighter. Joe tied a rope from my ankles to my hands, making sure the knots were placed out of reach. As a final precaution they secured my feet to the armrest of the sofa.
The "bad guys" were in charge and the two helpless heroes were bound and gagged and at their mercy. Jenny started to make a little speech, mostly addressing her grunting and squirming sister, who just had to sit there and listen. Jenny told Sarah how horrible the tickle-torture had been, that she had been forced to endure, tied to the plank in the barn. She said that since Sarah had seemed to enjoy tickling Jenny’s bare feet and stomach the other day, she would not mind knowing just how Jenny had felt.
-If you don’t want to be tickled, just say so and I will release you, Jenny said with that special evil look in her icy blue eyes.
-Mmmghwah, bmghblghmmm!, was Sarah’s response.
As I was on the floor, tightly tied and helpless, I could only watch as Joe and Jenny slowly undid all the ropes holding Sarah to the chair. When they were done, only her hands and feet were tied, and she was still gagged.PH
Mon Aug 23 01:12:40 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part IVSquirming and trashing this and that way, Sarah was carried to the sofa and dumped on her back. The sofa was a typical Scandinavian piece of birch-wood and padded cushions. There was a gap between the seat and the back-rest. They tied rope around Sarah’s upper body and secured it around her and the seat, pinning her down. Then they re-tied her feet side by side and pushed them through the gap between the seat and the same arm-rest my feet were tied to, They tied her feet in place and tied her knees down to the seat. I had to twist my head backwards to see what was going on. When Sarah was secured on the sofa Jenny did something new to our game. She took a thin piece of twine and tied Sarah’s two big-toes together and lashed them to the arm-rest, making it totally impossible for her to move her feet at all.
-I will teach you a lesson, kid, said Jenny and produced an ordinary ball-pen.
Sarah immediately started to scream through her gag as Jenny begun to let the point of the ball-pen dance merrily across the bare skin of her immobile feet. Although her helpless fellow prisoner, I enjoyed the sounds coming from that gagged mouth. This was a bit of a mistake as Jenny started to give me the same treatment a few minutes later. The feeling of the pen slowly moving across my bare soles was even worse than being tickled in the ordinary way. I must have sounded about the same as Sarah had, as I trashed around on the floor, laughing through my gag and desperately trying to stay calm.
PH
Mon Aug 23 01:13:43 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part V
They continued to tickle us for some time, trying different approaches to the game such as tickling the toes, under the heels and on the upper parts of our feet. Sarah was also tickled in the ribs and belly-button. When they were done, they left us there for an hour to escape while they went for a snack. I twisted my hands around in search for knots to undo. We had an intelligent conversation of "Gmbls" and "Mmmmphs" and Sarah twisted and turned on the sofa. We did not manage to get free and after the designated hour, Joe and Jenny arrived back.
They untied us, every rope except the ones tying our hands. They removed our gags and helped us to sit on the sofa. Jenny told us there was one more thing to do before they released us.
-Please look at the soles of your feet, she said.
We both placed one foot on top of the other thigh and looked at the sole. Written in big, bold letters were the words:
"I will never tickle Jenny again!"PH
Mon Aug 23 01:18:38 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part IVSquirming and trashing this and that way, Sarah was carried to the sofa and dumped on her back. The sofa was a typical Scandinavian piece of birch-wood and padded cushions. There was a gap between the seat and the back-rest. They tied rope around Sarah’s upper body and secured it around her and the seat, pinning her down. Then they re-tied her feet side by side and pushed them through the gap between the seat and the same arm-rest my feet were tied to, They tied her feet in place and tied her knees down to the seat. I had to twist my head backwards to see what was going on. When Sarah was secured on the sofa Jenny did something new to our game. She took a thin piece of twine and tied Sarah’s two big-toes together and lashed them to the arm-rest, making it totally impossible for her to move her feet at all.
-I will teach you a lesson, kid, said Jenny and produced an ordinary ball-pen.
Sarah immediately started to scream through her gag as Jenny begun to let the point of the ball-pen dance merrily across the bare skin of her immobile feet. Although her helpless fellow prisoner, I enjoyed the sounds coming from that gagged mouth. This was a bit of a mistake as Jenny started to give me the same treatment a few minutes later. The feeling of the pen slowly moving across my bare soles was even worse than being tickled in the ordinary way. I must have sounded about the same as Sarah had, as I trashed around on the floor, laughing through my gag and desperately trying to stay calm.
PH
Mon Aug 23 01:21:06 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny’s School of Revenge
Part V
They continued to tickle us for some time, trying different approaches to the game such as tickling the toes, under the heels and on the upper parts of our feet. Sarah was also tickled in the ribs and belly-button. When they were done, they left us there for an hour to escape while they went for a snack. I twisted my hands around in search for knots to undo. We had an intelligent conversation of "Gmbls" and "Mmmmphs" and Sarah twisted and turned on the sofa. We did not manage to get free and after the designated hour, Joe and Jenny arrived back.
They untied us, every rope except the ones tying our hands. They removed our gags and helped us to sit on the sofa. Jenny told us there was one more thing to do before they released us.
-Please look at the soles of your feet, she said.
We both placed one foot on top of the other thigh and looked at the sole. Written in big, bold letters were the words:
"I will never tickle Jenny again!"
PS, thank you Maddog for relaying those nice words from
our old friend Harmonizer!PH
Mon Aug 23 01:23:20 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Oops! Posted the last two parts twice, sorry! That's what happens when you're only equipped with a lower mid-range intellect. Back to computor-school for PH!
PH
Sun Aug 22 20:01:29 1999About a week, or so, ago. "CIAMAN987 posted to
several of the WEBTV discussion groups. He said he
found this site while looking for story sites for
his kids.
He asked what everyone thought. Is this site child
pornography, or, just different?
The results were mixed, some said yes, some said
no. Some said report it to U.S. Customs as child
prnography, others gave urls that specialize in
closing down sites people deem objectionable, and
some said ignore it.
I don't remember seeing the person who just posted
today among those repliers.
CIAMAN posted a few days later stating that he
discovered how to use SurfWatch and he was no
longer concerned about this site. The whole thread
just sort of died off after that.
Until this afternoon, when this person posted. He
is not posting as Harmonzer45. The name he is
using is very common and might well be his real
name.
I agree that his post wasn't very flattering, but
at least he is not jumping up and down, screaming
in righteous anger, about shutting the site down,
and, threatening to turn everyone over to the Boy
Scouts.
Harmonizer45 vanished from the WEBTV system after
responding to my e-mail. E-mail to him comes back
immediately as wrong address.
Just like what happened when I tried responding to
the hate mail I got about my last post.
I know everyone here would like to believe that
bondage is becoming more openly acceptable.
Believe me, the situation hasn't changed much
since the early sixties. Outside the little groups
and circles we form, we are still strange. But,
the internet has made it easier to find each
other.maddogsw
Sun Aug 22 22:15:47 EDT 1999For someone with low intellect,lol,like you your stories are great.Well threats have always been around so there I do not think there is much to worry about.
Roper
Sun Aug 22 22:32:18 EDT 1999Sorry about the last post I forgot to put the name down.PH you are who I am talking about.What intellect I have.
Roper
Mon Aug 23 00:20:02 EDT 1999I'm glad we got this site registered with Surfwatch, and I've learned some lessons over the past few months. One that I learned was to trust my instincts. My instincts say that when someone comes to an established site trying to start trouble, they should be made to feel unwelcome. That has always been my policy and I deviated from it once, and you seen the results.
Fool me once and shame on you. Fool me twice and shame on me.
All legitimate issues have been addressed, and anyone else that comes here trying to start trouble deserves the best we can dish out.
Anyone who has ever taken a multiple choice test has been told that their first instincts are probably right. That is true in most aspects of life. It is not 100%, but nothing is.
By the way, I don't have anything to do with this webiste, but I am compensated well for assisting in the management of a sports related website, and my policy on handling trolls has worked well there. (I do not use the name Charlie B on that website, so don't try to trace me using that name.)
Canuck, please delete this post after it has been here a day or two. I don't want it to undermine the general tone of the website, but I do want us to be prepared for future perpetrators.
Hopefully, we've learned not to take trolls seriously in the future.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Mon Aug 23 00:34:07 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Please continue FMF. are you female or male?
Freeza
Mon Jan 1 09:38:21 EST 1996I believe "bondage" to be a sexual fetish, when done by (or to) adults. But I also believe that there was nothing sexual about the games I played when I was young. At the ages of 11, 12, and 13, sex was not something on my mind, and neither was it on the minds of my sister and my two brothers, nor on the minds of any of our friends. (Of course, I grew up in a different time, when my mother would look out the window and see Billy, Ray, and me tying Cathy to a clothesline pole, and the only reaction, would be "Play nice, kids!" or a caution to not put any rope around our captive's neck. In short, my folks didn't give it a second thought. To them, it was just a kid's game that we would soon outgrow, and nothing to worry about.)
I also believe that the word "bondage" carries two negative connotations - slavery and sexual fantasy. That's why I try and avoid the term in my stories. Adults engaging in "bondage," are engaging in a sexual fantasy; children are playing a game, or acting out something they saw on TV. (Something which is still common today. Remember how many kids wore white pants and coats, mimicing Don Johnson in "Miami Vice?") There is a hell of a difference between kids playing "Cops and Robbers," Cowboys and Indians," and "Hide and go Seek," and adults engaging in "bondage" to satisfy some hidden sexual fantasy or desire.
Just my opinion. Take it for what it's worth. I welcome both pro and con comments, but flamers can plant a big wet kiss on my gluteus maximus. (And yes, there is a difference between intelligent disagreement, and flaming.)Burke
Burke
Very well put, Charlie and Burke. I agree 100% with your comments.I want to say just a couple of things though.
The best way to deal with flamers is to ignore them. They get their jollies by trying to upset people. Ignore them and they will soon get bored and wander off. Intelligent discussion and polite disagreement is fine, mindless flaming is not.
Burke's comments are quite true. My early "tie up" games were certainly entirely innocent in the same manner Burke's were. How many times did 'Richard' and myself impersonate James Bond in our 'tying-up' games or competitions? Plenty. Ditto with 'Nicky' and myself. What about that first (and only) time my cousins tied me up? There was certainly nothing sexual about that incident. Though I will be honest and admit that I really did enjoy being tied up. It made me feel good but I had no idea why at the time. I certainly did not associate it with any thing 'sexual' at the time. (I know better now!)
I think that the innocence disappears from bondage once you become aware exactly what it is. That is when it becomes sexual and ceases to be an 'innocent' childish pasttime. Burke is right. There IS a world of difference between 'cops and Robbers' etecera and the adult bondage games adults partipate in.
However, what we are doing here is recalling and discussing our early days, our early formative experiences. I have also been endlessly fascinated reading about influences such as Enid Blyton books, 'Superman' and so forth. That is what separates it from mere 'pornography' such as is found on most other sites.
Having said that, I am glad that this site can be registered with various organisations such as Surfwatch. While I do not believe that there is anything pornographic about this site, I am aware that not everyone may feel the same way.
Mason
mason
Just one last comment.Why do people have to be so narrow minded and intolerant of our 'special' interest to the extent they would try to deny us access to all our favourite bondage sites on the grounds that they are 'pornographic'?
We do not try to belittle their moral values or religious beliefs. We do not go around trying to put them down or ban their religion etecera.
Yet they would try to ban access to sites such as this. What happened to the concept of free speech? The same poeple scream about free speech and demand the right to be heard but turn around and attempt to block access to places like this.
The world would be a far happier and safer place if people could just show patience and tolerance towards each other and their differences.
Ask the Kosovars what they think.
mason
Mon Aug 23 10:43:00 EDT 1999I have just recently found this site and have read all the stories in it. I have noticed that many people here seem to believe that the governments of the various countries we live in will let up on their assalt on pornography. They won't. You see when people get in power they often want to have a feeling of control over their people. Governments have always wanted somthing they could use to keep people from thinking for themselves and therefore lessening the governments power. Various tacticks have been used over the corse of history but the most effective one has always been to find an "enemy" and attack it relentlessly. This keeps the people occupied while the rulers do whatever they like. This can be seen in examples such as the Middle class by the Communists, the Jews and the right wing by the Nazis, and nowadays the constant boggie man of the return of the Nazis. about two hundred years ago however, the idea of banning drawings of naked people and stories about them became popular. while it started out as a minor thing back then it has snowballed to the point where anything involving tied up people is called porn, unless it's made by the main stream media that is. So sadly we have become the enemy and the only thing we can do about it is grit our teeth and know we're right. We just make to easy a target.
Scipio
Mon Jan 1 00:33:05 EST 1996I was of a generation that grew up with TV, and was heavily influenced by it. During my formative years, you could count on seeing get tied up just about every night (or afternoon). First, there were the "childrens' westerns," like the Range Rider, Annie Oakley, Rin Tin Tin, Fury, the Lone Ranger, Buffalo Bill, Jr., the Cisco Kid, etc. and so on. I especially identified with shows that starred, co-starred, or featured boys near my own age (Rin Tin Tin, Fury, Annie Oakley, The Rifleman)
Then, there were the "adult" westerns - Wagon Train, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, the Rifleman - where scenes of somone being tied were less frequent, but still there. Even to adults, there was nothing sexual about it. It was just part of the story line or screen play, and, as my mom said, "just make-believe for our entertainment," and if we wanted to pretend that we were someone from TV that got "captured by the bad guys," my parents and other parents saw nothing wrong with it, and certainly did not see anything sexual in it. Hell, there was one time, when Cathy's friend, Nancy, came up with her own "screen play," and we acted out our assigned roles, and dressed as the characters we pretended to be. (Or at least as close as possible.) (Ed Wood would have been proud of her.) Fortunately, it was never filmed, but, as I said, it was "dress rehersed." When I get a chance, I'll post that story.
But the point I wish to make, is that the sexuality of "bondage" is all in the mind, and in the eye of the beholder or participant. Just because someone gets tied up, does not mean that it is automatically a "sexual experience." In fact, most of the time, it is not.Burke
Mon Aug 23 13:05:12 GMT-0500 1999Good afternoon. I don't mean to interrupt the
discussion, but does anyone know what has
happened to Royler's tripod site? Plus, is his
dreambooks site still functioning? If so, would
someone post that URL (I never saved it). I'm
hoping this is OK to ask here, because it was at
his site that I first learned of Canuck's site.
Thanks.Amchoc
Mon Aug 23 13:50:15 EDT 1999I've had to deal with more than my fair share of Flamers and Trolls lately, so I looked a little into the psychology of it. Invariably, it seems that the most vehement/persistant Flamers and Trolls are the ones who are being spurred on by a guilty conscience. A person who simply opposes something just because s/he thinks it is wrong is rarely as aggresssive an opponent as someone who feels guilt because they have similar feelings or experiences.
I find it easier to deal with them when I remember that. Flaming and Trolling is more often either an anonymous malicious joke or a cry for help, than righteous indignation."Let he who is without sin, cast the first stone."
Dorain
http://www0.delphi.com/cleantickling/messages
cadre_istari@hotmail.com
Mon Aug 23 13:11:57 PDT 1999Royler's Tripod site is, indeed, gone, though his Discussion Board (the only really active part of the site) is still up, at:
http://books.dreambook.com/royler/main2.html
For those who may have missed it, a couple of us who post to that site had our own sites closed down this weekend-- my guess is that the same person is responsible.
Jeb
Mon Aug 23 19:39:07 EDT 1999Royler also had a stories section which is also on Dreambook, but a separate page. That page is located at.
http://books.dreambook.com/royler/tales.html
I have put it in the Homepage section of this post to make it easier to link to.
Canuck, I suggest you delete this within a day or so because the site I am linking to has content that is more explicit than Tripod may be willing to tolerate for links.
Charlie B
http://books.dreambook.com/royler/tales.html
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Tue Aug 24 00:31:05 PDT 1999All I have to say about some topics here is that we seem to be in for a new wave of puritanism. in between Jeb's site going down :( and other insanties ---espicially the Kansas board of Education trying to repeal the laws of biology the silly season is upon us.
as for the trolling by someone who might be Harmonizer (the style sound liks him) just ignoring him is the best thing to do. Then he will go like a good little troll to find another bridge to live under...
Ian hurry up with you second story!Tell you what: you finish yours and I will post My Mom at the stake story....
I saw Teaching Mrs.Tingle this weekend. Funny movie ; it is actually a straighforward comedy with relatively little violence and actually pretty good natured. My Wife remarked there was a math teacher in high school she would have enjoyed giving the Tingle treatment to..No doubt ewe will get a stream of tales about kids tying up teachers now. i have one and i call upon Mase and hooch and Gillian B. To testify i told them a brief descripition of this incident months ago before anyone had ever heard of Teaching Mrs. Tingle...Either that or one of my cowboy and indians story will be my next..dudalb
Tue Aug 24 00:40:19 PDT 1999Tue Aug 24 00:31:05 PDT 1999
All I have to say about some topics here is that we seem to be in for a new wave of puritanism. in between Jeb's site going down :( and other insanties ---espicially the Kansas board of Education trying to repeal the laws of biology the silly season is upon us.
as for the trolling by someone who might be Harmonizer (the style sound liks him) just ignoring him is the best thing to do. Then he will go like a good little troll to find another bridge to live under...
Ian hurry up with you second story!Tell you what: you finish yours and I will post My Mom at the stake story....
I saw Teaching Mrs.Tingle this weekend. Funny movie ; it is actually a straighforward comedy with relatively little violence and actually pretty good natured. My Wife remarked there was a math teacher in high school she would have enjoyed giving the Tingle treatment to..No doubt ewe will get a stream of tales about kids tying up teachers now. i have one and i call upon Mase and hooch and Gillian B. To testify i told them a brief descripition of this incident months ago before anyone had ever heard of Teaching Mrs. Tingle...Either that or one of my cowboy and indians story will be my next..dudalb
Tue Aug 24 08:35:29 UTC+0100 1999Scipio,
[Quote on] "governments of the various countries we live in will let up on their assault on pornography. They won't." [Qoute off]
For some forms of porn (Child porn for example) I agree with you completely, that should never be allowed. For other forms the government in some countries are already loosening up. Holland is very liberal and full nudity and related subjects are now freely available, although certain groups of people will always complain, whatever you do.
This doesn't mean that minors have access to it, it is stil regulated in that sence, but there is no border anymore once your above 18.
I was deeply shocked, very upset and finally extremely angry to hear that Roylers and jeb's excellent sites have been closed down by the thought police for some supposed infraction or other without even so much a "by your leave" or explanation.Royler and Jeb, you have my complete and deepest sympathy. they were both excellent sites. As for the supposed 'pornography', I couldnt find any.
To the small-minded intolerant person/s responsible for dobbing in both sites, thank you very much for nothing. I hope that you are pleased and proud of yourself. Happy now? I can tell you, sincerely that your own bad karma will rebound on you one day. I certainly hope so.
Having said that, I can assure you we (the Internet bondage community) are here to STAY and that is that.
Go and get a life but please LEAVE us alone!!
We are not hurting you. Have we ever hurt YOU in any way? I think not! So what for you need to upset Royler and Jeb as well as a great many other people by dobbing in their sites?
Lastly, in case you are thinking of doing the same to Canuck, I have taken the liberty of saving EVERY section of this site both in original form and again on MS Word. If this site ever is taken offline, I assure you, it will be back up albeit with a new provider and addy within 24 hours.
Good day to you.
mason
Tue Aug 24 07:31:28 EDT 1999I'm sorry if I wasn't clear the first time.
F.H. Ok my statement about governments not letting up on porn was a bit too general.Most goverments won't let up some will. I myself am violently apposed to them puting anything with fully clothed people (except some where children are trying to look sexual) and calling it porn. and the thing that really gets me is that now they call pictures of fully grown adult women tied up as porn if it's made by private distributers. Where as if a lapdog member of the public media makes a film where someone get bound and gaged it's not porn! and on television if you see a report about kids getting to web sites about porn, you can rest asured that somewhere in the back ground you'll see a link to a site with fully clothed women tied up. Is it fair? I don't think so, and if could stop it I would,but I can't. Hopefully I haven't given the impresion that I'm in favor of child porn, I hate it. But now that my rambling is over I think I can sum up everything I said like this. The gov will allow a person (child or adult) to collect pictures of women in bathing suits. The gov won't allow it to be seen in public if it was made privatley and she's tied up minimalisticly. It's not fair but we can't change it.Scipio
Sun Aug 22 13:31:52 EDT 1999That's it.
I TIRED of some apocalyptic naysayer saying that this site is gonna be erased tomorrow by "the MAN". Every damn month some know-it-all says "Y'know, this site is doomed, so stop enjoying it and bail." ENOUGH!
These are the same retards who think that the world is gonna end the year 2000 or 2001, who're decended from the some retards who thought that the earth was doomed the year 1000!!
The world has enough pessimizism (hey, look at me). Don't freakin' add to it! You make "the MAN"'s job easier!
Sorry to come down so hard on you, Scipio, but you aren't alone and someone had to say something.If this site dies, it'll be a bitch. But it's still here and it won't vanish overnight, so let's cut the crap and get back to basics.
To the rest of you doomsday predicters: before you post again, think "Is my post off topic? Is it worth wasting 5 minutes typing it, only to be booed and dissed?"
Canuck, please erase all the "Ooo, fear the big, bad government" posts....and this one too, if nessasary.
I may be ranting, but I know I ain't alone.
'Ciao.Zorro
Tue Aug 24 17:07:00 CDT 1999I have to agree with Zorro on at least one point, and that is that doomsaying really isn't necessary. If the site is shut down, that will be a shame, but why worry about it?
I am sorry to here that Royler and Jeb's sites were shut down, but don't panic. It doesn't accomplish anything.Dorren
Wed Aug 25 00:09:48 UTC+0200 1999Hey hey! HUSHUSHUSH!!
For the first time Zorro has not told us that he will be back... ;-þ
Ciao e abbiate fiducia!
(Bye and believe in it!)Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Tue Aug 24 20:25:23 PDT 1999I think that this site is fairly safe simnply because not visual material is involved--and that is what draws attention.
THe upside is that the softward and equipment you need to set up a server on your PC is getting cheaper each day. In a couple years you can probably set up you own server and tell Geocities, Xoom,tripod, etc. to go to hell for a hundred bucks or so.
The downside is that it is beginning to be like the McCarthy era out there in the atmosphere of fear. You can scare people into censorship without having to pass a law. The idiocy in Kansas (Where is Clarence Darrow when we need him)is a good example of this. The Kansas board of education is truly Darwin's Waiting Room for those who have not really evolved yet.
It seems as though the battle of freedom is eternal and each generation has to fight it anew andin different ways. In this century we had the nazis, the Communists, and now the new menace seems to be religous fanatics of various flavors.
(Jerry Farwell and the Ayatoallahs in Iran have a awful lot in common).Jefferson said it right: Eternal Vigilence is the price of Freedom--which is never free.
Hear endeth the Sermon for today.......dudalb
Wed Aug 25 13:17:15 EDT 1999
Wed Aug 25 22:15:36 UTC+0200 1999Scipio,
I agree with you completely. It's a mad mad world we live in. Thanks for sharing your insights.
Wed Aug 25 15:27:08 EDT 19991) My thanks to all who have posted stories, you have brought back a lot of fun memories and made me smile.
2) My thanks to all who who posted comments defending this site, I am pleased to see that someone still cares about something.
3) My profound thanks to the bozos and flamers and trolls. You gave me a good laugh.
4) Does Canuck actually exist? I have never seen anything deleted from this place, even when it said "please delete".
My best to you all. -Cullan Blackthorneblackthorne
blackthorne40@hotmail.com
Wed Aug 25 16:57:55 GMT-0400 (Est (Heure d'été)) 1999To answer blackthorne's question: Yes, I do exist!
I don't erase posts everyday because it is a time-consuming activity, and I prefer to spend time reading the stories instead of editing the page all the time. So I will delete posts from time to time, usually when I archive the page around the 1st and the 15th of each month. I will edit the page more frequently only if it is really necessary (i.e. if I find inappropriate stories or posts.
Thanks for your stories everyone.
Canuck
Canuck100@hotmail.com
Hello,
Mason mentioned that Jeb's Adventure Bound has been taken down. Well, it's back up again. Here's the new URL: http://www.homestead.com/jebsadventurebound/
Just goes to show that you can't keep a good site down. And, yes, I will post soon. Really! Honest! I'll post my next childhood tie-up story here sometime soon.
The recent stories--as well as the in-depth discussions--have been fascinating. Good work, everybody. This site is always a joy to visit.Doug
http://members.tripod.com/DKB_2/doorway.html
Knot_Buster@MailCity.com
Thu Aug 26 15:19:17 UTC+0100 1999Unfortunately due to moving house and holiday committments my next story is at least 3 weeks away. Still I for one would enjoy the story of Dubalb's mom at the stake or even one of his cowboys and indian stories !.
Ian
Thu Aug 26 12:29:27 Canada Central Standard Time 1999If sombody knows how to get a friend to play a tie up game can you please e-mail me. I really want to play, but I dont know how to get a friend to play.
THANX
hotguysask@hotmail.com
Mon Jan 1 00:04:28 EST 1996Jon:
The best way, is usually through a challenge:
"I bet you can't get out if I tie you up!" or, "I can get out of anything you tie me up in."
Burke
I found the following picture that should be of interest to allJames
Thu Aug 26 21:13:18 PDT 1999Ok Ian. My next tale will be A cowboy and Indain tale that is kind of a prequel to my mom at the stake story. BUt promise as soon as you are settled down you will tell the second part of your tale....
dudalb
Thu Aug 26 22:33:58 PDT 1999Actually a good tactic for getting someone to play a tie up game is to make it a part of another game--Coboys and Indians or Cops or Robbers or any other game in which the story line makes its logical for prisoners to be taken.SOmetime you can even con a grown up into playing this way....
dudalb
Dudalb,We know! (laughing)
mason
Fri Aug 27 10:34:48 EDT 1999“Sue’s Diary” Part 1
I would always spend one weak a year with my relatives on vacation. They liked to get a cabin near a lake up in Maine. This summer we were using a water front house that belonged to friends of my aunt and uncle. It had a tee shaped dock and a boat house that was connected on the right. This particular night one I will never forget, the adults all went out to dinner and a movie. My cousins and I stayed home playing card games and eating popcorn. My cousin Lisa was a teenager now and was allowed to bring a friend along. She was the only non relative there. Her name was Sue. I found out years later talking to my cousin that Sue’s parents had just recently divorced and she was living with her dad that summer. From the start she treated me in a nice but constantly tough teasing way. After the younger children went to bed I was left alone on the first floor wile Lisa and Sue were in an upstairs bedroom. It had gotten real cool outside and it started to rain. Feeling all alone I went up to see were they were. Lisa was sitting on a wood chair and Lisa had a flashlight and a silver lighter. The room was almost dark with a night light on the left wall. I asked what was going on. Lisa said that Sue was trying to hypnotize her but it isn’t working. Sue replied that she was hopeless let me try it on the kid. So she sat me in the chair and told me to stair at the lighter on the wood counter as she shined a small flashlight on it. I got a little nervous when Lisa left closing the door. It was just me and a girl seven years older. So to end my boredom I started to snore and began a sleep walking seen. Lisa was returning to the room with a piece of buttered toast and said with a mouth full any luck with him. Sue said toughly I wish I had a straightjacket for him.
P.D.
Fri Aug 27 10:48:06 EDT 1999“Sue’s Diary” Part 2
She Whispered in Lisa ear and then out loud said you know get a large one. Then Lisa turned around and left the room. She started opening hall closet doors filled with things that belonged to the people who owned the house. I had seen them looking through the closets the previous night and spending a lot of time in their room with the door closed. She returned with a reddish Plaid hunting jacket, Sue quickly looked over and said get something that has a zipper. They left the room together as sue closed the door behind her telling me not to leave. I heard them laughing together and Sue saying perfect. They took a wile getting back to the room so I started to leave. Lisa met me at the door and told me to sit down again. She ask me to give them a little more time and that we were going to have some fun tonight. I wouldn’t show them that I was getting a little scared of this two on one thing. Sue entered the room holding a dark blue puffy down jacket. It looked like a sleeping bag with arms. Lisa looked at me with a big smile.
P.D.
Fri Aug 27 10:48:58 EDT 1999
“Sue’s Diary” Part 3
Sue instructed me to stand up and they slid the jacket over the front of me with the zipper in the rear. It was a size larger so my hands never made it to the end of the sleeves. When I looked down and I saw that they had tied cords to each of the jackets arms. Lisa zippered and fastened snaps up the back of the jacket. She commented on how nice it was as it made that swooshy sound that a nylon jacket makes. Are you nice and cumpy in that she said moving her Hands up and down the back. Sue made some half hitch knots around my wrists with the cords. It wasn’t until Sue and Lisa crisscrossed my arms that I felt this faint claustrophobic feeling all threw me. They pulled the ropes tight around my back and then to the front until I knew that I would need help getting free. It appeared that sue had experience doing this. She did it real quickly with Lisa looking excited and surprised at her friends talents. Lisa pulled the collar down away from my face. Putting there hands on both of my shoulders they pushed me back till I sat down on the bed. They stood and laughed at me trying to decide how to tease me. I said that they will be in trouble if I get free. Sue said that I was in no position to give them a hard time and she grabbed the jackets collar from behind pulling it tightly over by mouth and nose. It felt like a plastic Bag. I always hated anything over my face. I was already feeling like I was having problems breathing and my hart was racing. They both laughed as Sue zippered it all the way up the collar leaving just my eyes showing. But enough room to breathed easily as I started relaxing.
P.D.
Fri Aug 27 10:49:56 EDT 1999“Sue’s Diary” Part 4
Sue left the room probably looking for some more rope. This was my chance to get free. I told Lisa that If she untied me I would give her book back. Lisa said that she wasn’t missing a book. I will ask Sue if its hers as she pulled the drawstrings tight at the bottom left side of the jacket that I was now sitting on. I saw this attempt backfiring. They were having fun with this. Sue came back in the room holding a jump rope and Lisa told her about the missing book. Sue said in anger you mean My diary! She yelled were is it you little shit. I quickly told her that I had put it under a Sofa cushion earlier that day. Lisa said that she would go get it trying to calm sue down. But Sue said I will go find it don’t let him go and tie his feet with this jump rope. Lisa said your in trouble now. Lay back down on the bed wile I tie your ankles.
P.D.
Fri Aug 27 10:52:17 EDT 1999“Sue’s Diary” Part 5
I replied The book is there she will find it. Lisa laughed again at me talking muffled behind that large puffy blue collar that had fallen against my mouth. Sue returned to the room saying its not there were did you put it, I know she found it she must of hid it somewhere else. Lisa wasn’t buying this and instructed me to tell her were it was. Then Lisa went to look leaving me alone with Sue. Sue gave me a big smile and said going to play games with me are you. I think you and I should spend some time together. So were did you hide my diary. Let me see if this jackets got a. Great I thought it had a hood. I felt faint again and squirmed around trying to free my arms. Her hand went down the inside of the collar and she pulled out a large thin hood that was rolled up inside a flap. I really tried to wiggle my arms out but it would tighten the cords as I pulled. Lisa returned and said that she couldn’t find Sue’s diary anywhere.
P.D.
Fri Aug 27 10:50:58 EDT 1999“Sue’s Diary” Part 6
Lisa get her off me. I put it under the cushion. Lisa laughed in disbelief when she saw that Sue had taken the hood out and was holding the two drawstrings in a threatening way. You better tell us were you hid the diary or take a deep breath. He knows where it is Lisa he is just asking for it. Lisa started feeling that Sue was going a little bit to far. She suggested letting me free and having me find the diary for her. Let him go and we will see how you look in that straightjacket. You can trade places with him any time. Sue said we will let him think about it for a wile then she blind folded me with a winter headband. Lisa laughed again when Sue said that the stretchy blue headband that they used to blindfold me went well with the down jacket. Someone then put their hand on my head and pushed it around a little and then pinched my nose until I turned my head to the side. They both left the room turning the lights off and closing the door behind them. I laid there in total darkness not knowing what to expect on their next visit. In the hall I heard Lisa say don’t even think about getting me in that thing. I wouldn’t trust you for a minute. To this day I wonder how it reads in Sue’s diary.P.D.
P.D.
Fri Aug 27 10:56:48 EDT 1999Sorry about the Mad entry
Remove the first Sue's Diary
I ran over.P.D.
Fri Aug 27 14:31:55 EDT 1999I have the URL's to Royler's two dreambook sites, (Discussion and Tales). However, those sites contain material that may get this site in trouble if links to those sites were published here.
If someone wants the links, I will be glad to provide them via email.
I usually check this email account about every two ro three days, but will try to check it every day for a few days.
Charlie B
charlieb52@hotmail.com
Sat Aug 28 12:04:28 EDT 1999Charlie B, I wouldn't mind having the site addresses...
Andy V....did ya REALLY think I'd be gone long?
P.D., nice tale.
I saw the movie "Dudly Do-Right" yesterday, y'know, the one based on the cartoon that was on the ol' "Rocky and Bullwinkle" show. It wan't bad (wsn't as great as "Mystery Men") but it had NO TIE UP SCENES!!! That friggin' chick got tied up in every other cartoon, but the movie had none of it!! Whatta gyp!
Just thought I'd warn you people, so you can save a few bucks.
Now, let's see some more friggin' stories!Like the Punisher and Jean-Claud Van Damn, I shall return.
'Ciao.Zorro
Mon Jan 1 02:51:51 EST 1996The minds of 10-14 year olds operate on a different level from that of adults. Ours were no different. What was perfectly logical and reasonable to us, was a matter of confusion to the adults in our lives. With that in mind, I give you some information about us, and the way we thought. Now, it seems silly, but during the summer of 1957, it was the way things were done, and the way we wanted them to be.
PENALTIES AND DISGUISES
As time went on, we developed rules for our games. Some were outlandish, even for us, and were voted down. But others made sense - at least to us. For instance, one rule was that a captive could not remove his/her gag without first getting his/her hands free. If any of us did (except in the case of an emergency), then the offender had to pay a "penalty," usually a "free tie" to his/her captor(s) at the time. Example: Chuck captures Billy, and Billy pushes out his gag. Billy owes a free tie to Chuck.
But in another scenario, Chuck captures Billy, and is, in turn, captured by Cathy and Nancy. Billy pushes out his gag, but instead of owing a free tie to Chuck, he owes one each to Cathy and Nancy, who were his captors at the time he did it. If he talked, then the penalty was doubled, since, as Cathy once observed, "Tied up prisoners don't talk in this house!" (Unless they were being "interrogated" by their captors.)
Free ties were assessed for other minor infractions, such as helping a captive escape, when the rules of the game prohibited it. Usually, we were quick to take our "penalties," since if they accumulated, they could be traded in for a "super penalty."
A "super penalty" was five regular penalties, and the difference, was that with a regular penalty, we were taken "as we were," with the restriction that we had to be wearing long pants. With a "super penalty," we had to wear what our captor wanted us to wear, again, subject to the long pants restriction, and availability.
I remember one time, Billy aBurke
Mon Jan 1 03:28:09 EST 1996PENALTIES AND DISGUISES, PART 2
I remember one time, when Ray had two "super penalties" on us, and for the first, he had us wear our old Cub uniforms, and for the second, we wore pajamas. After that, we took our penalties as soon as possible, to avoid getting stuck with another "super penalty."
Cathy and Nancy got nailed, too. I had one on Nancy, and Billy had one on Cathy. Since they always said they wanted to be Boy Scouts, we accommodated them. We had them wear our scout uniforms.
Penalties had to be claimed immediately. If they weren't, they were lost. But claiming a penalty, then having it disputed, resulted in the dispute being settled by a panel of three "judges." Each side would select a "judge" from the rest of us, and the two "judges" would select a third. If the claim was upheld, that was the end of it, and the penalty stood. But if the claim was denied, then the person originally claiming the penalty, had it turned back and doubled. Most of the "decisions were 2-1, and yes, the judges were often "bribed." (And the losing party usually loudly swore revenge on the winning party, and on the judges that voted against him/her.)
Penalties and super penalties became a form of "currency" with us, since under our rules, they could be given away, traded, or taken voluntarily, which made for a lot of wheeling and dealing between us. Nancy might have five penalties scattered among us, then find out they had all been accumulated by David, through barter or trade. Of course, David would demand the super penalty, and Nancy had to take it, or convince someone to voluntarily take it for her. Then again, even if she did find a substitute, David had the right of refusal, and Nancy would have to take it anyway.Burke
Mon Jan 1 03:52:02 EST 1996PENALTIES AND DISGUISES, PART 3
Penalties were common, but super penalties were rare. When they did come along, we sometimes had a tendency to get a little nasty. Chuck had to take a super penalty on hot July afternoon. Jeff didn't make him change any clothes, but did make him wear a winter weight sweat shirt - a nice black one with a hood. Gawd, he must have been hot in that thing, tied around his wrists, ankles, arms, and legs. No wonder he got out in less than 10 minutes. (And lost 10 pounds in the process.) Chuck got his revenge on me for laughing about it, by having me wear a full sweat suit. But I had two things going for me. First, my sweat suit was whitish grey, and reflected the heat, and second, I was tied in the house, where the air conditioner kept the temperature a bit cooler.
As for trades, most of them were straight forward. "I'll trade you my penalty on Burke, for yours on Chuck." But there were times when one of us would want to "get" another so badly, that they were willing to give up two, three, or even more, to get what they wanted. David wanted Nancy, and had already traded for four penalties on her. Chuck had one, and David wanted it, so he would have five, and the right to a super penalty. He must have really wanted it, since he offered to give up the two penalties he had on Chuck, one on Ray, one on Mark, plus give Chuck a penalty on himself (David). Surprised by such an offer, Chuck asked "What's the catch?" "No catch." replied David. I just want to get her back for the super penalty she took on me last month."
Later, Chuck told us that David could have had the penalty on Nancy for a lot less, but since he offered that much, he (Chuck) would have been a fool not to take it.Burke
Mon Jan 1 02:16:15 EST 1996Penalties and Disguises, Part 4
We also "disguised" ourselves - usually as each other. The first time this came about, was when David captured Chuck in one of our games. Figuring it would be easier to catch the opposition if they thought he was Chuck, he asked Chuck to switch clothes with him before tying him up. "You are my captive, and you have to do it!" he said, lying through his teeth. Since no one else was around, and since captives generally had to obey their captors, Chuck complied, and was left, tied and gagged, wearing David's brown corduroy pants and blue striped T-shirt. David sported Chuck's faded blue jeans and white T-shirt.
The disguise worked like a charm, too. The opposition - Ray, Mark, and me - thought David was Chuck - from a distance, and when he beckoned us to come with him, and headed deeper into the woods, we followed - and walked right into a trap he had set up with Billy and Jeff. Needless to say, we paid the price.
It wasn't until the game was over, that Chuck learned that there was no requirement to switch clothes with anyone, but we did have to give David credit for some imaginative thinking, and the success of his disguise. Later, we decided that ordering a captive to switch clothes was OK, since we were fairly limited. Chuck could switch with David (if he was here), and Mark and Jeff could switch with Ray, but that was about it. Ray's, Mark's, and Jeff's clothes were too small for Billy and me, and Chuck's and David's were too big. We could switch with each other, but since we were twins, and dressed alike anyway, what was the point?Burke
Mon Jan 1 02:37:40 EST 1996Penalties and Disguises, Part 5
We did make one concession to modesty. We decided that when the girls played, no one would switch clothes unless there were "adequate provisions for privacy." (And that did not mean behind the third tree on the left.) What it did mean, was "behind closed doors," as in the house, at at the old Myers house. We also said that the boys could not switch with the girls, and vice versa. But the girls could order two boys to switch, and again, vice versa, provided "privacy was observed."
Sometimes, there was a reason for the switch, as when David switched with Chuck, to fool us, and lead us unto a trap. Other times, it was done for no reason at all, such as the time Billy caught Ray and Jeff, made them switch, just for the hell of it, and tied them up wearing each other's clothes. There wasn't any reason for it, other than Billy just thought it would be a good idea.As I said at the beginning of this piece, the minds of 10-14 year olds functioned on a different level from adults. We could be amazingly brilliant, or incredibly dumb, but we were kids, enjoying life, and having fun in the summer of 1957.
END
Burke
Mon Aug 30 01:13:46 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny Goes Jogging
Part IDuring a sleep-over at the boat-house when my friends’ parents were away, Sarah and I had been taught a lesson, given by Jenny. She had paid us back for tickling her an earlier day, and written a message with a ball-pen on the soles of our feet.
Sarah was furious of the way she had been treated by her elder sister. I thought the pay-back was very smart and proving its’ point, although it was quite terrible as it was executed. Having the message "I will never tickle Jenny again" written on your bare soles as you were tied up and helpless was not something to endure without a spasmodic laugh or two. After Jenny had written her message we were left tied up and gagged for an hour.
The rest of the evening went without too many hassles between the two strong-willed sisters. Sarah however, went down the beach and spent some time walking in the shallow water near the shore, hoping for the ink to wear off. She never would have given Jenny the satisfaction of seeing Sarah actually wash the words off. We played some cards and had a snack and when it was about nine o’clock Jenny decided to go for one of her jogging-rounds. Both sisters were active in different sports-teams at their school and used to jog frequently. Jenny asked Sarah if she wanted to come, but she said no. Jenny changed her jeans and T-shirt for shorts and a cut-off sweat-shirt, put her running-shoes on and was off. She would be gone for about half an hour, and be back before the sun would set.
Mon Aug 30 01:17:37 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny Goes Jogging
Part IISarah took me aside and quickly told me she wanted revenge on Jenny right there and then. We decided to grab Joe first, and then ambush Jenny as she came back. Joe was in the up-stairs room of the boat-house, reading a Superman or something. We jumped him and soon had wrestled him on to his stomach, pinning his hands behind his back. I held him down and Sarah quickly tied him up. When she was done Joe was very well tied up with thick rope encircling his entire body. Sarah gagged him using a sock and a bandana and we carried him down the stairs and put him in one of the storage rooms. Sarah hog-tied him and lashed his ankles to a rail on the wall, making him totally immobile. She told him we just wanted him out of the way, and perhaps he would be tortured later. The light was switched off and the door shut and bolted. With Joe out of the way, we started preparing for Jenny’s return. Sarah went up to the main house and got some useful things. She came back with a bucket of ice, some tools and some other things. We turned all the lights off and even removed some of the fuses from the electrical switch-box.
After a while Jenny returned. We could hear her kick off her shoes outside and then come inside. She would probably do what she always did after running. Come up and change into a swim-suit and go for a swim after building up a sweat during her jog. We heard her flip the light-switch a couple of times. Nothing happened. She went carefully up the stairs, I assumed she was looking for a flash-light we had on the upper floor. At the same time we heard some muffled noises from below. It was Joe, banging his bare feet against the wall, but Jenny did not notice.PH
Mon Aug 30 01:18:46 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny Goes Jogging
Part IIIOf course we had removed the flash-light from its’ usual place. When Jenny entered, Sarah pointed the flash-light at her face and I grabbed her from behind. Holding her arms, twisting them behind her, I pushed her down on the floor. As I held her down she was trashing about, but with her hands twisted up behind her shoulder-blades she was caught. Sarah went down and turned on the lights again. When she returned we tied Jenny’s hands behind her. Sarah was happy and laughing as she now had her sister as a helpless prisoner. She produced a bandana with a fairly big knot in the middle of it, and pushed the gag between her sister’s lips. The bandana was tied in Jenny’s neck and it made her silent, pushing the corners of her mouth back in an involuntary grin. Jenny bit down on the gag and uttered some angry, muffled sounds. We helped her stand up and she looked very defiant and cocky, despite the fact that she had her hands tied behind her and was gagged. She stared angrily at us. Some strands of her hair, that had been tied in a pony-tail, had come lose in the struggles and hung before her face. Being gagged she could not blow it away as she used to, but had to shake her head from side to side.
Sarah started to tell her captive sister that revenge was about to be taken, and it would be terrible. Jenny’s answer was only an angry "Mmmmgblghg!"
Sarah had figured out exactly what to do. With some strange honesty she had decided to follow the rules of this game, set by Jenny. Jenny would not be tickled, but subjected to another form of torture, even more nasty in its’ devious way. We grabbed Jenny by the arms and led her out of the boat-house. She could have resisted and trashed about, but knowing very well that it would not help, she walked along like a nice little tied up girl.PH
Mon Aug 30 01:19:51 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny Goes Jogging
Part IV
We took her along the soft sand of the beach and walked her down to the wooden posts that were erected in the sand. These had once been used to hang drying fish-nets from, and were often used in our games as torture-poles where unfortunate prisoners had to endure our Indian- or pirate-tortures.
Sarah had brought a small canvas bag full of ropes, and we proceeded to tie Jenny to the post. We placed her with her back against it and tied her hands behind the post, using a long, thin cord. The cord was tied several times around each wrist and then connected between the wrists, using a criss-cross pattern. Then the connecting pieces of cord was cinched and knotted with several knots. Jenny now stood with her hands palms-out, without the possibility to reach the knots. A thicker rope was tied around the wrists again and then passed around the post and Jenny’s waist several times. This kept her pressed against the post. We tied a third rope from one of her upper arms and back around the post to the other upper arm, repeating this several times. This made it impossible for her to move her shoulders. Sarah had decided on this way of tying the rope because she did not want any rope to be tied over the front of Jenny’s sweat-shirt. We used the same kind of rope to tie Jenny’s bare feet and then lash them firmly to the post, using more rope to do the same to her thighs.
After the final knot was tied, Sarah stepped back to admire our craftsmanship. Before us stood a very well trussed up, and very angry Jenny, glaring at us with her blue eyes forming thin cat-like slots that seemed to shoot deadly lightning-bolts at us. Jenny’s anger only served to make Sarah the more happier in the task of making her sister suffer the humiliation of what was to come.
PH
Mon Aug 30 01:22:01 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Jenny Goes Jogging
Part V
Leaving me to guard our prisoner, Sarah went back to the boat-house to get her other stuff. She returned with the bucket of ice-cubes and a small water-pistol. Jenny’s eyes grew wide as she saw the ice. Sarah went up to her and removed the gag. She told Jenny she wanted to hear her plead for mercy. Sarah filled the water-pistol up with ice-cold water from a small bottle that had been resting in the bucket. She stepped a few paces back from Jenny and asked her if she wanted to apologize for what she had done earlier. Jenny shouted that she would never apologize for something Sarah had so well deserved. Sarah aimed, fired and ice-cold water hit Jenny in the forehead. Sarah trailed the water-pistol down over her sister’s face and Jenny made a gasping sound and started cursing. Cold droplets of water fell from her face as she shook her head violently. Sarah filled the water-pistol up again and continued her target-practice. When she was done, Jenny was soaking wet, but not in any way broken.
Sarah grabbed a couple of ice-cubes and with a vicious smile went up to Jenny and took hold of the neck-line of her sweat-shirt, pulling it from her sister’s body.
-Oh you wouldn’t dare…was all Jenny had time to say before Sarah dropped the ice-cubes down the front of Jenny’s sweatshirt. Jenny screamed as the cubes slid down her body and stopped at her waist, where the rope held them against her skin.
Sarah placed some more ice-cubes in Jenny’s shorts and then gagged her again.Jenny stood there, her body straining against the ropes as she tried to shake the ice-cubes out, but that did not help. We left her tied to the post for twenty minutes and went back to un-tie Joe. Jenny went back to the boat-house to put on dry clothes, but first she promised to get Sarah back for this evil treatment. Sarah only laughed and said in her most innocent baby-sister’s voice:
-But I thought you wanted to cool off after jogging!PH
Fri Aug 27 19:52:42 EDT 1999Dear JD
We are all long overdue for another first hand
encounter of you and the Girls. I was wondering. Has you sisters
ever read your work about the three of you. Your writing
is so good that one night I had a fantasy of growing next door to
you and the girls. My story was short because it was by first and last
real life event. Unlike some very active hoseholds.
Miss reading about you.
PD
Mon Aug 30 01:39:15 GMT-2400 1999ph, i thought it was cool how you 2 got your revenge on jenny and joe. If they ever get you 2 back, be sure to write about it. Thanx
britt
Mon Aug 30 01:53:26 GMT-2400 1999P.S. I'm not saying that they will though
britt
Mon Aug 30 01:55:36 GMT-2400 1999Before i write about any of my experiences, i am new to this site so ithought that i would introduce myself to u all. My name is Brittany. I am from Long Beach California. I have definately had my share of tie up experiences, so i will post them in the recent future. ( like tomorrow or something ) i hope u will like them. thanx
Britt
Mon Aug 30 13:47:19 Eastern Daylight Time 1999Hey everyone good stories. keep it up the posting.
i would post myself but right now i don't have the time, but they will get posted eventually. :+)
anyway u can call me bob (not to be confused with the other bob with the website)
in the august archive dj said something about pictures of sarah michelle gellar bound and gagged
and i was wondering if anyone knew where i could find some.Baron Of Bondage (BoB)
Tue Aug 31 00:31:20 UTC+0200 1999Some days ago I saw a nice thing in a MTV Italy video clip show. There were two twentysomething boys and two twentysomething girls who were introducing video clips. I was chatting around with my computer so I just listened to a video and after that those four were there again. Only that I heard a funny humming noise and only then I looked into the TV tube. One boy and one girl were standing just behind the other two (who were sitting on some kind of poufs) with their hands behind their backs and their lips taped up and were mmmpphh'ing out while the other two were talking about some things and completely ignoring their "captives". No bond was visible (except for the tape gags) so I think that their hands were not really tied. The other two introduced a Jennifer Lopez video clip and after that there they were again. The two who were tape gagged were rubbing the tape glue from the sides of their mouths and (in a mildly angry tone) telling the other two: "Very very gentle of you indeed...".
Thank you and ciao again!
Andy_V
andy_v@mediacomm.it
Tue Aug 31 04:33:08 Västra Europa, sommartid 1999Thank You Britt, for your kind words.
Do go ahead and tell us your stories!PH
Mon Aug 30 23:38:35 GMT-2400 1999Hello again everyone:) I have a story to tell about a tie up experience of mine, so, here it goes!
kidnapping my sis and her friend part 1
my best friend alison and i as well as my sister Ashley and her best friend Jennifer have been playing tie up games for about two years, and we play them very frequently, but we only play them when no one is around besides us four. Luckly for us, our parents are gone a lot because they are frequently going on buissiness trips. Anyway, as much as ali and I enjoyed playing these games, we would get sick of always being the ones to be tied up, but whenever we asked my sis and her friend if we could tie them up, they would always tie us up as a punishment for asking them. ( keep in mind that my sister is 5'10" 125 lbs as apposed to me being 5'6" 110 lbs, and ali is 5'7" 115 lbs while her sister is 5'9" 120lbs) Anyway, one day while Jenni and Ashley as well as mom and dad were gone, i invited ali over so we could come up with a plan. Jenni and ash thought that we had given up a long time ago, but we don't give up that easily... To be continued...
Britt
Tue Aug 31 00:00:35 GMT-2400 1999ph, i'm glad u appreciated what i had to say. Here comes part 2 of what will probably be a 3 or 4 part story. Here goes!
kidnapping my sis and her friend part 2
when ali came over we decided to devise a plan to kidnap ashley and jenni. we would have to use speed and stealth over pure power, because we obviously can not over power them. we also decided that we should ambush them one at a time. since ashley is a lot bigger we will ambush Jenni first and with her out of the way, we could double team ashley and have her no prob. this was our plan: we knew for a fact that mom and dad would be out of the house for a whole week, and jenni and ali would be over for the whole week cause their parents would be gone on their anniversary getaway. (how sweet) It would be a perfect time to put our plan into action. we figured that some time during the week jenni would have to go to the bathroom, and when she did, we would be there with some ductape and rope. finally the week came. (it had felt like a year) I remember my mom saying "bye kids have a good time and don't get into any trouble" little did mom know, we would be getting into plenty of trouble... To be continued...
Britt
Mon Jan 1 06:43:08 EST 1996BANDAGES, BEDSHEETS, AND OTHER ODDITIES
We thought Mom was going to have kittens. She was red-faced and yelling, and all Billy and I were doing, was sitting in the basement laundry room, ripping up a bedsheet. I guess we should have told her it was ours, and that we'd bought it for 35 cents at the local Goodwill store, but after she calmed down, we finally told her that we were tearing up the sheet for bandages, which we needed for a scout first aid class. Looking at the pile of eight-foot long strips, she made some comment that we had enough to wrap up a mummy, and, still red-faced, this time from embarrassment, she retreated upstairs to fix dinner.
Mom was right about one thing - we did have a lot of strips. We figured about two dozen, all about eight feet long, and ranging in width from two to four inches. Obviously, we had more than we needed.
We piled it all into a bag and carried it up to our room, where we folded them up, so they would look neat for the class. That's when Cathy came by, and stood in our doorway. "What are you doing with all those strips of linen?" she asked. Unknowingly, she had given our bandages a name - stripped linen - which was certainly less of a mouthful than "bedsheet bandages," which was what we called them at first.
A few days later, the class was over and the stripped linen forgotten - dumped into a bag, and tossed into that black hole we called a closet. (Ray told Mark and Jeff that we had tied him up and put him in the closet, and it took us five days to find him. He lied. It only took us two days.)
We came home late one afternoon, and found that Mom had braved the monsters that lurked within our closet, and cleaned it out. (We could actually see the floor.)Burke
Mon Jan 1 07:14:58 EST 1996BEDSHEETS AND BANDAGES, Part 2
When we looked inside, we found several bags, each marked with the contents. There was "scout rope," "bandages," and another one marked with a question mark, which contained several small items recovered from the floor and from the pockets of our pants, which Mom did not want to run through the washing machine. One bag that was missing, was the one with our bandanas and neckerchiefs. Experience had taught us that they were either being washed, or waiting to be washed, and would be back in a day or so. Experience also taught us that this ritual cleaning happened about once every three months.
After dinner that night, Cathy, Ray, Billy, and I laid around watching TV. Mom and Dad had gone to a party, and were not expected back until 11, and possibly later. Like little (or, as in Ray's case, big) sisters do, Cathy started to get annoying. Personally, I thought she was deliberately provoking us, knowing full well what would happen. Sure enough, she said one thing too many. Billy and I were on her, and soon had her hands behind her back. She conceeded the point, and we took her up to our room, where Billy held her while I got the rope. The only problem, was that I didn't get the rope. I grabbed the bag of stripped linen by mistake.
I suppose I could have gone back and gotten the rope, but Ray began yelling "Tie her with the bedsheet! Tie her with the bedsheet!" Well, why not? I remembered a TV show from a month or so ago, where some nosy kid was snooping around the bad guys' hideout, and was tied with a torn bedsheet. If it was on TV, it was good enough for me.
I pulled out a strip about three inches wide, and quickly wrapped Cathy's wrists. Billy took another, and did her ankles, and since this was a "team effort," Ray applied the gag.Burke
Mon Jan 1 07:37:49 EST 1996BEDSHEETS AND BANDAGES, Part 3
Ray took the widest piece he could find - about four and a half inches - and was able to wrap it four times around her head, and made sure that each wrap went between her teeth. He still had enough tail left over, to tie it snugly behind her head.
Since the sheet had torn so easily, we figured that Cathy would get out rather quickly, but the strips were surprisingly strong, and held her quite well. Her gag appeared bigger and thicker than any bandana or neckerchief. Cathy gave the obligatory "mmmmpff's," which weren't quite as loud as they had been before, and I remember thinking that we had stumbled on something pretty cool. My thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang, and I rushed to answer. It was Nancy.
"Hi, Burke. Where's Cathy?" she asked. I couldn't resist: "She's a little tied up at the moment, but I'll take you up."
Nancy followed me upstairs to our room, and there was Cathy, still tied and gagged. Ray was behind her, picking at the knot that held her hands, and Ray was untying her ankles. They explained that a deal had been made. Cathy would be freed, if she promised not to give any of us any more static. Nancy said that she looked like a kidnap victim from a TV show, and hearing that, Ray said that the next time we played "kidnap," we should use the stripped linen to tie our "victim(s). "Yeah, if we think about it or remember it." I said.
It was still early - around 8:30 - when we got Cathy loose. She and Nancy headed for Cathy's room and closed the door. There was little doubt in our minds that Cathy was plotting and scheming to get us, and was enlisting Nancy's help.Burke
Tue Aug 31 01:04:11 GMT-2400 1999Tue Aug 31 01:04:11 GMT-2400 1999
Kidnapping my sis and her friend part 3
It was a very hot July 12th afternoon. The temperature was at least 100 degrees outside, and we were all drinking lots of water. Ali and i had the rope and tape ready and the bathroom, when we finally heard it. Jenni said to ashley "i have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." We quickley dashed into the bathroom and got a piece of duc tape ready for her mouth so she wouldn't scream. I was so nervous. We were both sweating a lot. after what seemed like an hour i heard footsteps then i saw the doorknob turning. as Jenni entred the bathroom, we quickly applied the tape to her mouth and closed the door. we wrestled her down to the ground and forced her arms behind her with quite an amont of ease. then we layed her face down and tied her ankles together, as well as her legs, knees, and theighs. We also tied her fore arms, elbows, and biceps, as well as her shoulders. As the final touch,we took advantage of the fact that she has very flexible legs by hogtying her even though she couldn't move her arms. She was screaming through her gag for Ashley to come and resue her, but her voice was to muffled for ashley to her her.with the tying done, we layed her down in the shower and turned it on. This way Ashley would think that jenni was taking a shower, adding time for us to think over phase two of our plan-kidnapping Ashley... To be continuedBritt
Mon Jan 1 08:05:39 EST 1996BEDSHEETS AND BANDAGES, Part 4
It went largely unsaid, but I think all three of us wanted to be tied with the stripped linen, just because it was new and different. It was not something we would say aloud, but I could almost swear that I heard Billy's voice in my head, saying that he wanted to find out what it was like.
Anyway, we thought Cathy wanted to get us, and that Nancy would help her. We also knew that they would never try and take us when the odds were 3:2 against them. We had to figure out a way to bring the odds to 2:1 in their favor.
Ray, Billy, and I went back downstairs, and parked ourselves in front of the boob tube. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the two girls in the upstairs hall, and just knew they were up to something. Meanwhile, the three of us watched TV, and suddenly, I had a plan that would allow Cathy her revenge, and would not be too obvious. I went down to the basement, and told Billy to call me, and ask what I was doing, and to ad lib it from there - but to be sure and tell me to go to our room.
In a minute or so, Billy called down, and asked what I was doing in the basement. I said I was looking for a list of stuff we needed for our next scout campout, and that I thought it was in my scout pants, which were in the laundry. Billy called back that he needed it too, and that when I found it, I should take it upstairs, and tape it to the closet door. (32)
I gave it a few seconds, then shouted up that I had found it. We yelled pretty loud, so we were sure the girls had heard us.
When I came up, Billy said that he had seen the girls go down the hall toward our room. I said that they were probably going to get me, but that I would get them right back, because they would probably break the "room rule."Burke
Mon Jan 1 08:35:09 EST 1996BEDSHEETS AND BANDAGES, Part 5
The "Room rule" was that nobody went into anyone else's room without permission. The rule was mostly observed between us three boys, and Cathy. Billy and I, and Ray used to enter each other's rooms with regularity and impunity, but never Cathy's room. In turn, Cathy never entered either of our rooms unless we were there, and invited her in. To break this rule, was to invite the wrath of Mom, and punishment was swift and severe.
Sure enough, when I went into our room, I was knocked to the floor. Nancy clamped a hand over my mouth, and hissed "Quiet!" I nodded. Nancy then wrapped my wrists with a piece of the stripped linen, and Cathy tied my ankles. "You won't get away with this!" I whispered. Cathy whispered back, that if she wanted me to talk, she would tell me.
I fully expected to be gagged, but instead, Cathy told me to call Billy. I yelled down that I couldn't find the tape, to tape the list to the door, and that it wasn't where he said it was. Billy said that he's be right up, and when he came through the door, Cathy and Nancy nailed him.
After they got Billy tied, they got around to gagging me. But Billy was given the chore of calling for Ray, and there wasn't time to gag him in the few seconds it took for Ray to climb the stairs, and run down the hallway to our room.
Cathy and Nancy got Ray trussed up, then gagged Billy, and finally, Ray. Smiling at their handiwork, Cathy said "Let's hoigtie them!"
Since our hands and feet were already tied, there wasn't much we could do to prevent it. Billy and I were hogtied on our beds, and Ray got the floor between us. But the hogtie did not last long. We were able to find an edge, and rip the piece hogtying us, and get partially free. Getting the rest off would be a bit more difficult.Burke
Mon Jan 1 09:00:22 EST 1996BANDAGES AND BEDSHEETS, Part 6
The stripped linen was tight, but did not "bite" into the skin, like rope. Still, it was no picnic getting it off, but we worked at it. Billy got himself into a sitting position on the edge of his bed, and was able to get on the floor with Ray, where they maneuvered themselves back-to-back, and searched with their fingers for the knots that held their hands. I offered encouragement as best I could, but all I could do, was nod or shake my head, and say "Mmmmmpfff." And not very loudly, either.
The girls had retreated to the living room, where they were entertained by the TV. I guess they figured that we'd be there for a while, and we were - about 15-20 minutes - before Billy finally picked the knot on Ray's hands, freeing him. He got us free, and we put the stripped linen away, and went down to join the girls.
We were anxious for some payback, but it was getting on towards 10, and Nancy had to go home. But before she bounced out the door, the three of us claimed penalties on them for entering our room without permission. Normally, a penalty claimed 20-30 minutes after the fact would be lost, but one fact was not lost on Cathy. She knew that if she claimed a time limit and refused the penalty, we could come back and say that she had better accept it, or we would tell Mom. Nancy would get away with it, but Cathy would be grounded for 7-10 days, and, given the option of being grounded, or allowing each of us to take a free tie on her, Cathy selected the latter. For her, it was a "no brainer."
We gave Nancy an ultimatum, too. If she did not accept the penalties, we'd tell Mom anyway. Not wanting to see her best friend get hammered with a 10-day grounding, she agreed - with the condition that they be allowed to take their penalties with the stripped lined, rather than rope. We agreed, and Nancy headed home.Burke
Mon Jan 1 09:25:49 EST 1996BEDSHEETS AND BANDAGES, Epilogue
Billy and I usually talked for about 15-30 minutes after "lights out," before drifting off to sleep. That night, we talked about how effective a gag the stripped linen was, compared with neckerchiefs and bandanas. We agreed that it might be a good idea to put a few pieces in with the neckerchiefs and bandanas when they came back from the wash, then said the hell with a few pieces, we'll take the whole bag.
We also decided that we should share our new found knowledge with others - like David, Chuck, Mark, and Jeff. (And anyone else who found his or her way into our games.) And we knew just how to do it!END
Burke
Tue Aug 31 14:04:00 PDT 1999It seems like a shame but someone has stolen some of Doug's stories and rewritten them very slightly as their own.
The link is at:
http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/3703/Tiupgame.doc
Anon
Tue Aug 31 17:47:25 CDT 1999I'd have to agree with Anon on this. That adress does lead to a site full of knock-off's of Doug's stories. Whoever did it didn't even bother to change all the names.
Dorren
Tue Aug 31 16:29:24 PDT 1999I found the home page for the person who stole Doug's stories:
http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/3703/kidnap2.htm
Anon
Tue Aug 31 20:12:15 Canada Central Standard Time 1999If anybody knows any tie-up games that you can play by yourself and try to get out of it, can you please post a message.
ThanxJJ
Tue Aug 31 19:13:24 PDT 1999I just visited the site mentioned and it's true.Someone called kidnapgal has stolen Doug's stories with a very thin attempt to rewrite them.It's not just a forgery but a incompetent one at that. you think the individual wold have had the brains to rename all the people in the story. A out and out original fake is a lot better then something like this. Legally it is fair game becuase Doug has not copywrited his stuff but it stinks like a dead skunk.KindanpGal, we are on to your little forgery. What's next, Hitler's diaries?
dudalb
Mon Jan 1 02:15:21 EST 1996It is unfortunate that some people have no credible experiences of their own to write about, or the imagination and talent to write good fiction.
In short, plagerism sucks. Big time!Burke
Tue Aug 31 23:46:44 GMT-2400 1999Burke, u weren't talking about my story when u said that did u? because i ensure u that my strory is 100% true
Britt
Anon, Dorren, dudalb, Burke, thanks for your support! I like to thank Anon, especially, for bringing this interesting situation to my attention.
Now, would anybody like to read a story from the real McCoy? (Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a plagiarist!")DougR
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Knot_Buster@Mailcity.com
Tue Aug 31 23:51:03 GMT-2400 1999kidnapping my sis and her friend part 4
with jenni "all tied up" at the moment, we could sneak into my sister s roon without bieng caught. we quitely opened her door. luckly she was sitting with her back to us listening to her earphones. we had the tape and rope ready. as ali was peeling the tape for her mouth, ashley must have heard the tape peeling and turned to look at us, but before she could react, we had her pinned. Since we were about out of rope, we used the remainder of it to hag tie it, then we rapped the ductape around her body and taped her mouth. I could hear her mmmmphing, and i think she was saying I'll get u for this, Britt, but i wasn't quite sure. we then remembered that Jenni was in the shower and rushed to the bathroom with ashley. she was soaked. I don't think that she was that surprised to see ashley in a similar situation as her. we left jenni to soak in the shower for a while, as we readied jenni for the next step. we brought her to our conservatory, (kinda like an indoor backyard) and brought her to a bunch of rods going from the ground to the ceiling near the back of the room. there are many rods back here, enough to tie two people to and torture them... to be continued...
Britt
Wed Sep 01 00:17:07 GMT-2400 1999kidnapping my sis and her friend part 5
we untied jenni but held her pinned to the rods, then used the rope that we used to tie her with originally and tied her spreadeagle to the rods and slapped some tape over her mouth. with her helpless in the conservatory, we went to get ashley, when we walked in, she was still there, keep in mind that neither ashley nor jenni have any experience in escpaping from being tied, because they are never the ones being tied. anyway, we picked her up and brought her to the conservatory, (she was cursing very loudly through her gag) and untied her, then re tied her spread eagle to the rods using the excess rope originally used to tie jenni. they were tied sise by side. and we had them excactly where we wanted them. we went to get some feathers and ice cubes, and when they saw what we had, they started screaming. we used the eathers first, brushing the tip of the feathers across the bottom. of their feet. they both tried to hold it back, but couldn't and started giggling uncontrollably. especially Jenni. After awhile we got bored of that and got out the ice cubes. we ungagged them so we could hear them scream. we told them we would continue until they both said "I will let you tie me up if you want to" but before that part of course came the ice cubes. we started with jenni. they were both wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt. we stretched out the neck of her shirt and stated plopping the ice cubes down her shirt. She screamed in terror. after about 4 or 5 ice cubes, she said the sentence. then we moved over to ashley. she was one tough cookie. we droped an ice cube down, then 2...3...4...9...10. we saw the sweat break out over her face, but she would not say the sentence. I was enjoying this a lot. finally we decied to unbutton her jean button and unzip the zippor, and drop the ice cubes down her pants. after 2 of these, she submitted. we made them say the line 3 more times, replaced the gags, left them there f
Wed Sep 01 00:52:14 GMT-2400 1999We made them say the line 3 more times, then regagged them, and left them there for 1 hour. To my suprise, they didn't do anything to us after we untied them. Jenny did say "I'll get you for this Britt" but that was pretty much it. Ali was very satisfied with the operation, but i expected something. I was right...
THE END
P.S. Please read my next story "Ashley and Jenni's revenge" which i will probably post in a weekBritt
Wed Sep 01 01:07:30 GMT-2400 1999I have a couple of things to say
1. I apolagise for posting part 4 twice
2. Most of you out there probably think that we are lesbians, but we are NOT. Infact, Ashley, Jenni and I each have a BOYfriend, so there
finally: I apolagise for taking up space on sensless **** like this, so I will stop. Thanx for reading my story and be sure to read my next one titled "Ashley and Jenni's Revenge" which I will probably post in a week.
Britt