I brought my bike with me that year, and I had spent the day riding around the neighborhood with George and Becca's brother Jim (12), a fellow "tie-up" enthusiast whom I had also become good friends with. I was barefoot, clad in shorts and a t-shirt, and George and Jim were also dressed the same--except Jim wore a tank top. When we returned to Jim's house, I got a greeting I would never forget. 

While Jim, George and I sat chatting on our bikes in the driveway, Becca came out of the house with Donna and Shirley in tow. Karen was nowhere in sight. Becca made a beeline straight for me. 

Becca had spent her afternoon lounging around the pool with the other girls. While she hadn't been swimming yet, Becca still wore her two piece bathing suit, and her long blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail. As soon as she approached me, Becca put her hands on her hips and said, "Get off the bike, Doug." 

"Why?" I asked, taken aback by her abruptness. "What's wrong?" 

Becca exhaled slowly, then said, "Just get off the bike and come with me. NOW." 

Everybody around us went "Oooooo" as I climbed off of my bike and leaned it up against the side of the house. No sooner did I turn around then Becca grabbed my arm and pulled me along with her as we went inside her house. I was dragged downstairs to a small guest bedroom in Becca's basement. And it was there that I finally found Karen. 

Barefoot, and clad in a two piece bathing suit with a flowery design, Karen laid on the single bed with her wrists tied together above her head to the headboard. Her ankles were also bound together and--since this bed had no foot posts--secured to the bed by a length of rope which ran over the end of the mattress and was fastened to the frame beneath. She was gagged with tape, and blindfolded with a handkerchief; the blindfold cut a swath through her thick, shoulder-length black hair. 

I couldn't help but notice that Karen laid to one side of the bed, and that two more, unused strands of rope were tied to the headboard, as well as to the frame underneath. It wasn't hard for me to figure out who would soon be tied up next to Karen. 

Before I could ask again just what the hell was going on, Becca gagged me with several strands of tape, then tied my hands together in front of me. 

"Ok, Becca said, with a big smile, "lie down." 

Becca had me lie down in the opposite direction of Karen, so that my head was next to her bound feet, and vice versa. Just as she was about to secure my bound hands to the rope tied to the bed frame, Donna reminded her that it would be best to blindfold me first. After Becca blindfolded me with a handkerchief, my arms were pulled over my head and securely tied down to the foot of the bed. 

I felt a strand of rope coil around my ankles and tighten as Becca tied an initial knot. Then she wrapped the rope around a few times more and cinched it off in a final knot. Becca actually grabbed my ankles and pulled my body taut before securing my bound ankles to the headboard. Once she was finished, I was tied down to the bed like Karen next to me. 

As I felt Becca tugging at my knots, she took this moment to finally explain what was going on. It appeared that Donna and Shirley had told her about the tie up games they had played with me and some of my friends when they stayed at my house the previous week--then she learned that I played another tie up game with Karen when she stayed over at Aunt Jean's this past Saturday (see my last story, posted in the September, Part One archive). 

"How dare you?" Becca said jokingly to Karen and me. "Don't you guys realize you're not supposed to have any fun without me? Well, you can just lay there for a few hours and think about what you're going to say when you apologize later, ok?" 

I let out an involuntary yelp under my gag when Becca pulled up my shirt and tickled my bare stomach. I heard Karen give out a similar muffled cry, and figured she was given the same treatment. Then I felt tickling fingers rubbing the soles of my feet. It was hard to brace yourself for a tickle attack when you were blindfolded--it was pretty unnerving, actually; sort of like being assaulted in the dark. Thankfully, after a few more minutes of this mild torture, Becca finally ceased. 

When our captor and friends left us, I heard--and felt--Karen struggling and writhing on the bed next to me. My only regret was that I couldn't SEE her doing this. I decided to join in and tested my bonds. But it was a futile gesture, at best. My wrists and ankles were pinned down to the opposite ends of the bed. In short, I wasn't going anywhere. 

Karen kept squirming around next to me, mmmpphh-ing up a storm under her gag in short, little grunts. I started laughing uproariously when I heard her humming a song with her muffled "mmmpphhhs". She sang in the choir at school, but this was no doubt the first time she'd tried crooning through a tape gag with muffled grunts. 

That was when I felt a presence in the room. To this day, I am not sure how I initially knew somebody had entered. Everybody was barefoot, so I certainly didn't hear any footsteps. Nevertheless, the next thing I knew, somebody was untying the knot which bound my wrists. 

I felt the ropes grow slack, then fall away as I pulled my arms loose. I rolled over on my side and yanked off my blindfold, but my mysterious benefactor was already gone. Karen had begun a muffled rendition of what sounded like "When Johnny Comes Marching Home"--but she stopped when she felt me sit up on the bed.

I pulled off my gag and was about to untie my feet when I paused and gazed at Karen. 

This was the first summer she had ever worn a two piece bathing suit, and her bare belly was completely exposed and vulnerable for me to tickle. I was sorely tempted--I even briefly held my hand right over her stomach--but when she let out a scared little sound under her gag, I couldn't do it. Instead, I reached up and pulled her blindfold down. 

When she saw my hands were free, Karen's eyes lit up with joy. She made a high-pitched, muffled sound under her gag which sounded like my name. When I removed her gag, she whispered, "How did you get free?" 

"I didn't," I replied, as I bent over to untie my ankles. "Somebody snuck in and untied me." 

"George," Karen said with a big smile. Of course, who else could it be? As much as George enjoyed watching our tie-up games, he also loved throwing a monkey wrench into the proceedings by untying the captives whenever he could, and watching the fall-out. He was protected from retribution by his big brother Keith (age 16), who enforced a standing death-threat against anybody foolish enough to even think about tying up the little guy. 

Once my feet were free, I knelt over Karen and unfastened her wrists from the headboard, then I untied her feet. I undid the knot which bound her hands together, and I even helped her off of the bed. In retrospect, I guess I was feeling a little guilty about what happened before, when I considered tickling Karen while she was still trussed up and helpless. Karen didn't seem to mind my over-attentiveness towards her. In fact, she appeared to enjoy it. 

As we warily crept out of the bedroom, we ran into George, who was the only one in the rec room. I smiled broadly when I saw him. "George," I began, "thanks for--" 

George turned away from us and yelled, "HEY! THEY'RE LOOSE!" 

I gaped at the little back-stabber in shock as Karen pulled on my arm and said, "C'mon, let's go!" 

But there was really no place to go or hide. Becca and the others were already down the steps and in the rec room in a flash before Karen and I could even decide where to go. If nothing else, it was worth it just to see the stunned look on everyone's faces when they saw that we were really free. 

Of course, Becca immediately wanted to know how Karen and I untied ourselves--to which our response was merely silence. "Fine," Becca said, with a shrug. "Then let's see you do it again." 

However, before we were tied up again, Becca insisted that I remove my shirt and shorts. She was convinced that I had a penknife, or some other gizmo which I used in my escape. 

Donna, ever the calm, rational voice, pointed out that even if I had something hidden on my person, how could I have reached it with my hands tied above my head? But Becca wouldn't listen to reason. She wanted me to strip even if it meant I had to go back to my Aunt Jean's house and change. 

I assured them that removing my clothes right there wouldn't be a problem. I had been planning on going swimming later, so I wore my bathing suit under my shorts. After I stripped off my shirt and shorts, Becca promptly tied my hands together at the wrists behind my back with rope. Karen's hands were bound by Becca in the same fashion. Becca asked Donna and Shirley to set up two wooden chairs in the middle of the rec room, facing each other. Karen and I were made to sit down on them with our bound hands behind the back of each chair. 

Becca then fastened my bound hands with another strand of rope to the horizontal bar that ran between the chair's rear legs. Then she tied my ankles separately to each of the chair's front legs. When I was properly bound to the chair, I sat and watched as Becca tied Karen down to her own chair in the same way. 

Becca went into the bedroom to fetch the roll of tape to gag us with, and I decided to use this moment to chide George. "First you untie me, then you turn us in," I said with mock disgust. "Have you no shame?" 

George suddenly grew alarmed. "I never untied you!" he said hotly. 

When Becca returned with the tape, she overheard George's last comment and said, "So, THAT'S how they escaped, huh?" 

"I didn't untie them!" George protested. But nobody believed him. After Karen and I were re-gagged, and our blindfolds pulled back over our eyes, Becca announced that this time, George would never leave her sight. George's answer to that was to yell "I DIDN'T UNTIE THEM!" one last time before angrily running out of the rec room. I heard Donna calling George's name as she went upstairs after him. 

Our captors solemnly discussed George's outburst while I tried to test my bonds as furtively as possible. I tugged against the rope which secured my wrists to the chair's legs--until I heard Becca say right into my ear: "I LOVE it when you struggle, Doug! Do it again!" 

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as everybody burst into laughter. Then Becca said, "Aw, look, I made him blush!" 

I flinched when I felt Becca tickle my chin with her finger. 

The mirthful mood was cut short when we heard a door slam upstairs. 

"Did George and Donna leave?" Jim asked. 

"I don't know," Shirley replied. 

This was followed by silence, which lasted a while. However, just when I had assumed that Karen and I had been left alone again, I felt the hands of my mysterious benefactor pulling loose the knot which tied my wrists. 

Once my hands were free, I tried yanking off my blindfold before my guardian angel got away, but it was too late, again. It took a few seconds to untangle my hands from the loosened rope, and once I finally pulled my blindfold down, my liberator was already long gone. 

Karen sat slumped in her chair, lazily rocking her blindfolded head back and forth from shoulder to shoulder. I whispered, "I'm free, again. Hang on, I'll be right with ya." 

Karen was so startled, her body jumped up as if she'd received a shock. I bent over in the chair and untied my ankles from the chair legs. Then I went over and pulled down Karen's blindfold for the second and last time that day. When I removed her gag, she regarded me with smirk and said, "Hi, Houndini." 

"I wish," I muttered, as I began untying her wrists. I explained that my escape was once again the result of our mysterious helper. Once Karen's wrists were free, I knelt back on the floor and waited for her to untie her ankles. However, Karen merely glanced down at her still-tied ankles, then stared at me expectantly. 

When I leaned forward to untie her left ankle, Karen patted my bare back and whispered "Thanks, Doug!" 

She kept her hand on my shoulder until I gave her an odd look. Karen quickly pulled her hand away with a big, sheepish grin on her face. 

When I started untying Karen's right ankle, Becca came back down into the rec room. To say that she was not happy was putting it mildly. 

"OH, COME ON!!!" she screeched, as her hands balled up into fists. Not able to find anything to hit, Becca merely waved her fists up and down as she let out a frustrated groan through her gritted teeth. 

Shirley, who stood behind her, muttered, "Well, at least we know it wasn't George this time...." 

When Jim showed up, Becca whirled on him and cried, "It was you! You were the last one out of the room. So you freed them! Admit it! It was you!" 

At first, Jim had this "who me?" look. Then his face cracked into a broad smile as he said, "Guilty as charged." 

We all apologized to George, who had been sulking on the back patio, with Donna kneeling next to him, trying to talk her little brother out of his blue mood. George happily accepted our apologies. 

Jim wound up spending the night over at my Aunt Jean's house; he said it was because he wanted to hang out with me--which we did--but I, along with everybody else, knew it was really because he wanted to avoid any retribution from his extremely ticked off older sister. Nobody could blame him. 

However, if Jim thought that by spending the night someplace else, Becca would simply let things slide, he was dead wrong. As I've said before, Becca was one determined young woman, and she was never more determined than when it came to revenge. Becca struck back at Jim that very night, and she merrily abducted any innocent bystanders--namely me--who got in her way. That will be next time. As always, thanks for reading. 

P.S. some off-topic: I happened to lose all of my Bookmarks a couple days ago! Could any(kind)one give me the url's to the "Babysitters Bound and Gagged" and the "Bound and Gagged by Burglars" pages? Thank you... 

Ciao a tutti!

I don't have a bookmark to the Burglars Page, I'm sorry to say, but all the other boards I do have links to (about 5 or 6) all seem to be pretty dead at the moment. My favourite other board was always Ropeman's forum, at : http://books.dreambook.com/aplus/forum.html, but even that seems to be dying on its' feet, I'm sorry to see. 

But please keep posting to this board folks; as an independent-minded only child I never had any experiences of this kind when I was younger, but boy did I fantasise about it then!!!! Nice to hear some folks were luckier than I in acting them out!

The thing is, I have just the very same problem that Dud has. 

However I want to say a big "grazie" to Canuck who was so kind and posted the message I wanted to put here. 

And another big "grazie" to Davide that emailed me the URLs I was looking for. 

Ciao a tutti! 

It is indeed a technical glitch on Tripod's part. The problem is intermittent for Netscape users, but seems to persist when using Explorer. This page experienced the same problem last year, and it was fixed within a few days. This time again, I've emailed the folks at Tripod concerning the problem, but it usually takes them a few days before they get back to me. I'll keep you updated. 

In the meanwhile, if you can't post a story, you can email it to me at canuck100@hotmail.com . Please specify if you wish to remain anonymous, or if you want me to post your name and email adress along with your story/comment. 

Thanks to everyone who emailed me about this. 

E mi ha fatto piacere, Andy... 

It is indeed a technical glitch on Tripod's part. The problem is intermittent for Netscape users, but seems to persist when using Explorer. This page experienced the same problem last year, and it was fixed within a few days. This time again, I've emailed the folks at Tripod concerning the problem, but it usually takes them a few days before they get back to me. I'll keep you updated. 

In the meanwhile, if you can't post a story, you can email it to me at canuck100@hotmail.com . Please specify if you wish to remain anonymous, or if you want me to post your name and email adress along with your story/comment. 

Thanks to everyone who emailed me about this. 

E mi ha fatto piacere, Andy... 

When I was in my early teens, we used to play Cowboys and Indians or pirates very frequently. These games developed into kidnapping-games and pure tie-up games, but at the age of thirteen, playing Cowboys and Indians was most fun for me. During the summers I spent nearly every second awake with my friend Joe and his cousins Jenny and Sarah. Joe’s younger brothers, Peter and Hank joined in our games occasionally, but especially Hank was a bit too small to participate. With a total of five participants, the war-games were often more like Joe and me hiding in the woods and attacking the girls and Peter, who tried to find us. 

What I liked mostly about these games was(yes have a guess!)the capturing and tying of a prisoner. It was as funny to tie a prisoner up, making him/her unable to escape, as it was thrilling to have the challenge of being tied up myself, trying to escape. And of course there was the element of "Indian-torture", tickling a tied-up prisoner for fun or to extract some information. I always had a feeling of thrilling sensation in my stomach whenever a tie-up was about to happen. I know both Joe and I sported visual signs of "excitement" on occasion during the tie-up games, and the girls noticed and mocked us about it. But the thrilling feeling of a good tie-up could more be described as that of riding a really good roller-coaster or performing a bungy-jump.

 Well, this ranting and babbling on my part will eventually lead to something. (I hope you scrolled if you were bored!) 

An ordinary game of Cowboys and Indians during the summer we were thirteen would usually start with some sort of a challenge. Joe and I dared the girls to try and capture us in the woods. We would of course try to ambush them as they came after us. Joe took some nicely shaped small stones from the beach and put them in a tin-box as a treasure. We ran away into the woods and buried the treasure behind an old tree, then went into hiding behind some bushes. After a while Sarah and Jenny came running, pony-tails flapping in the wind, water-pistols ready. They were dressed as usual in jeans and T-shirts, wearing sneakers without socks. Jumping out of the bushes we made two perfect hits with our own guns, soaking their T-shirts. According to the rules they had to surrender.

Making our way back to the beach we made a bet on how long they would remain tied up. Both girls were really good at escaping, and about fifteen minutes was what we agreed on. On the beach we kicked off our sneakers and spent some time wading in the shallow water, looking for some of the small fish usually staying there. Half an hour went by and still no sign of the girls. Had we managed to tie them up that good? We decided to go back and release them. 

Silently, playing the perfect Indian scouts, we went through the woods, our bare feet not making the slightest noise. We came up to the small clearing where we had left the girls and found…a pile of ropes and two discarded gags. Kneeling behind a thick shrubbery we peeked out, searching for our former captives. Then: SPLASH! Water hit us from behind and the triumphant laughter of Jenny and Sarah filled the air. They ordered us to surrender, and we had no option. Soon both Joe and I were sitting on the ground, our hands firmly tied behind us.

They would not come back until an hour had passed, and we tried our best to escape. My bound hands were pinned between my back and the log, I could not move them at all. There was no slack in the ropes going from my arms and around the thick log and back around my waist. I tried to squirm around a bit to get some slack, but that did not work. My bare feet were firmly secured on top of the smaller log. If I tried to draw my legs backwards and move the log, I only made the rope around my ankles tighter. As I looked at Joe and saw him making the same lame attempts of escape, he gave me a joyful "gmblgh" from behind the gag, but that was all. We sat there waiting to be released. 

I thought about what would happen if the girls did not come and untie us. Would we be sitting there bound and gagged for the rest of the day? As the sun set, would wild animals come out and start an evening feast, having us as the main course? I knew wild animals were very rare in these parts of the country, but at night the mosquitos came out. Being eaten alive by mosquitos was not a promising thought. As my thoughts meandered their own way I nearly fell asleep, but was suddenly awakened by the sound of the girls returning.

That evening we were having a sleep-over in the boat-house. Long after sunset we stayed up and discussed the idea of staging a "real" Cowboys and Indians game. We all agreed that our own games with only a few participants were becoming slightly boring. It would be a real thrill to have an enemy-gang to fight against. We did not know that many kids in the area, but Jenny thought of some kids we had met the year before, during a visit to some of their parents’ friends. If we could challenge them for a really thrilling game of Cowboys and Indians! We knew they lived on the northern side of the lake and we decided to go up there and ask them if they wanted to play. 

To be continued 

Laura 1st 

As far as I can remember I have always been a bondage lover even if, in my chilhood, I could not realize it properly. 

Indeed it happened to me quite often to bring other boys and girls I was playing to be tied up, normally just their hand..but I did not put much attention to this. 

Getting older, I am now 35, I started wondering if the innocence of my games was not fading away, leaving the place at what it later showed up to be a full fledged bondage attitude. 

The story I'm going to tell you, happened to me at the age of 20 . It was a hot italian summer and I was spending my holydays at my parents house in the Pre Alps . 

Beeing mid June it was too early in the season for my friends to be already on holidays, many would have joined me by the end of the month. The only one I met was a tiny nice girl named Laura . We have known each other the year before but we really did not spend so much time together but during some occasional parties at some common friend's house . 

She was happy as I was of the situation and we started talking and laughing for all the day becoming more and more familiar. She explained me that she was alone at home as her parents had to stay in Milano for the next three days before closing their activities for the summer vacations. 

Laura invited me that same evening for dinner, invite that I was happy to accept.

I said that we could have played that game if that was her desire, and to my surprise she smiled me; 
we fixed two basic rules that we both felt important to avoid ruining a game that till that moment was new for both. No violence at all and the possibility for each of us to be free immediately by the other under first request. 

We went to her room and I asked her if she would have liked to take off her dress before starting ; cause the warm temperature of the period she was wearing shorts pants and just a top, leaving her belly naked. She was also barefoot. To my surprise, and joy, she said yes and took off the top first and the shorts after, remaing with her panties only. We had collected a good number of ropes around home, a chain, and a coil of packing self adhesive tape. She jumped on the bed waiting for the game to start. 

I first blinded her with a piece of fabric I found near the bed and then fixed her hands and legs to the edge of the bed ; all her limbs were spread apart. She was completely under my control. 

Well I could cleary see and hear that all this provocked a certain sexual excitement in Laura but, I will not describe this part of the game as probably out of this site interest. 

I tickled her for another few minutes while she was contorcing herself laughing . I cannot conceal that it was arausing for me seeing her streching her all body in the attempt to free from the ropes. 

I asked her if it was enough for her but Laura did not replied me..making it clear that the game could go on.. and so it was. 

After more than one hour I was tormenting her, Laura asked for a stop . She demanded her turn to bond me and torture me . 

She fairly asked me if I wanted to stay dressed or take my clothes off ; I stripped completely in front of her remaining naked. 

Much to my surprise Laura did not use any rope for me..she just chained one only of my feet to an heavy wardrobe using two lockers, one to fix the chain to my ankle, and the other to fix the chain to the wardrobe. I could count on one meter and a half of chain to moove away from the place where I was. 

We ended our first game late in the night...well it goes without saying that she became my girlfriend during that evening and that we did some other thing that I will not describe on this site.. 

We decided to repeat and better our games but we agreed that if we were so lucky to find other people to play with it would have added enormous value at it. We had that occasion two days later... but this is part of another story... 

Thank to everyone who had enough patience to read this story..if you feel interested I can post the next story about me and Laura.. 

bye 

Eight? yr old boy inviting everyone he ran into to tie him up. A particularly strong 'tie up jones.' He came over to me, straddled the picnic bench, put his feet up, put his wrists on his ankles and said 'tie me like this'. Yikes. I declined but another person obliged with a half-hearted effort. 

Two ten? yr old boys riding on the same bike. The driver standing up on the pedals while he pumped them. The boy in the rear was seated on the seat, hands tied behind and tied down to the back of the seat. Feet dangling. (Pre helmet days) Happily riding home for further fun I guess. 

We talked to the kids about their camp and about the games they played there. As we hoped, they usually played Cowboys and Indians. One of the boys even showed us two torture-poles in the middle of the camp. We asked them if they would like to have a game with us as enemies and they agreed. It was decided that we would try to attack their camp the next day and steal their treasure. If we succeeded, they would try and attack us the day after. Taking prisoners would be allowed, and both sides could propose an exchange of prisoners by approaching with a white flag. The game would start at ten in the morning and seize-fire would be at eight in the evening. 

We talked to the kids about their camp and about the games they played there. As we hoped, they usually played Cowboys and Indians. One of the boys even showed us two torture-poles in the middle of the camp. We asked them if they would like to have a game with us as enemies and they agreed. It was decided that we would try to attack their camp the next day and steal their treasure. If we succeeded, they would try and attack us the day after. Taking prisoners would be allowed, and both sides could propose an exchange of prisoners by approaching with a white flag. The game would start at ten in the morning and seize-fire would be at eight in the evening.

When we arrived at the creek, we hid our canoes under some branches we cut. We split into two pairs, Joe going with Jenny and I with Sarah. We planned to sneak as close to their camp as possible and try to take a prisoner. When Sarah and I came within sight of the camp we noticed that a few of our enemies where standing guard, watching the forest for intruders. Otherwise the camp was silent. Suddenly we heard voices and we crawled behind some thick bushes to hide. Three enemies were coming our way, two boys and a girl. They were probably a scout-patrol. As they continued along the path we followed behind, trying to be as silent as possible. About a mile from the camp they stopped and the girl was told to stay and watch the path as the boys continued. 

This was our chance! She was about our age, thirteen or fourteen, and she looked a little scared. She held on to her water pistol tightly and carefully surveyed the area around the path. She was a rather cute girl with shoulder-length black hair and dressed in jeans, a sleeve-less top and sneakers. Sarah and I exchanged silent signs and began to crawl towards our victim. I had a length of rope curled around one of my hands and Sarah had a piece of cloth for a gag. 

We had made a little camp of our own down by the creek. With some cut branches we had constructed a little hut between a big rock, some thick bushes and a big fir- tree. We pushed our prisoner inside and sat her down with her back to a small pine. I undid the rope tying her hands and retied them behind the tree. We collected some more rope from the canoes and tied her arms and legs. Sarah removed her sneakers and tied her ankles together and then secured them to a root that belonged to another tree. She sat there, wiggling her toes, and looked at us with wide eyes above the gag. We told her we would remove the gag if she promised to be quiet. She nodded happily. When the gag was off we asked her if she was all right and she said yes. The ropes did not hurt, but her nose itched. Sarah scratched it for her. She said her name was Lisa and asked what we were going to do with her. We explained that she was our prisoner, and that she had to tell us about their camp and where their treasure was hidden, otherwise we were going to tickle her. Lisa replied that she was not at all ticklish. She lied.

Sarah and I started to follow the path back to the enemy-camp. Half-way there we met Joe. He told us Jenny had been taken prisoner by the enemy. They had been hiding near the camp and ambushed Joe and Jenny as they came through the woods. Jenny had been captured, but Joe had escaped. We told him that was not such a very brave thing to do, running away as Jenny was taken prisoner. He said he thought he could help better this way, instead of being prisoner together with Jenny. We decided to sneak up to the camp and see what was happening. Perhaps we could steal their treasure at the same time, it was buried at the far end of the camp according to the very ticklish Lisa. Joe told us it was about an hour ago they took Jenny, and we should perhaps hurry if they started to interrogate her. 

As we came close to their camp we saw some kids guarding the camp. We went around them and climbed a steep, rocky hill. On the top we had an excellent view of the camp. Five kids stood in a semi-circle around one of the torture-poles they had shown us earlier. Tied to the pole was Jenny. They had taken off her shoes and tied her hands behind the pole. Lots of rope were bound around her from her shoulders down to her ankles. She was blindfolded. 

At the end they gave up and left her there, but first they carefully gagged her, using the blindfold to hold a big rag stuffed in her mouth. It was well after noon and we decided to go back to our own camp and have lunch. When we came back, Lisa was sitting tied to the tree as we had left her. We had been gone over an hour and we felt a little pity for her, so we removed the gag and gave her some lemonade to drink. We ate our lunch and even gave our prisoner a sandwich. 

We would offer Lisa in exchange for Jenny, and while the exchange was taking place, Joe was going to sneak into the camp from behind and steal the treasure. Joe left for the camp with a white flag on a stick, to propose the exchange. When he came back he said the exchange was going to take place in the clearing outside the camp. Lisa had been sitting tied to the tree for over two hours now, and politely asked us if we could untie her, she needed to go somewhere. She was untied and with relief massaged her wrists. Lisa did what she needed behind some bushes and afterwards we tied her hands behind her again. This time we used some soft cotton-rope and did not tie her too tight. Sarah tied the laces of Lisa’s sneakers together and placed them hanging from her neck. She had to walk barefoot back to camp.

Back at the camp we met Joe, who had successfully taken their treasure with him. No one had noticed him sneaking in to their camp as the exchange of prisoners took place. With Jenny’s shirt all wet, we decided that Joe and Jenny would go back home in their canoe, and Sarah and I would stay for a while and clear the camp. We would follow later. Sarah and I waved to Joe and Jenny as they headed away from the shore. 

We started to collect our gear from the little camp but suddenly we heard voices and the sound of footsteps on the path. Quickly we dashed behind some bushes and then we saw five or six of the enemies coming down the path to the small creek where our canoe was. Lisa was with them and she showed them where she had been held prisoner. Sarah and I stayed as quiet as possible to avoid being caught. They must have sensed that we were close, because they started looking around, beating the bushes with sticks and looking behind every rock. We tried to run, but they chased after us and after five minutes of running through the thick undergrowth we were caught. 

It was like a scene from a real Indian movie. We were led in to the camp while the kids there cheered and mocked us. With pushes in our backs and tugging on the rope we were directed to the two torture poles. More enemies came and they started tying us to the poles. When they were done we stood there, unable to move, hands tied behind the poles and thick ropes holding our ankles, legs and arms tightly bound to the poles. They gagged us and left us there for the time being. 

After what felt like several hours most of the kids gathered around us. Our gags were removed and they started to ask questions about the treasure Joe had stolen. Honestly we could say we did not know where it was, but after some persuasion in the form of tickling with feathers we had to tell them that Joe and Jenny had gone home with it. They decided that they should keep us as hostages until Joe and Jenny came back. After some hours our friends would probably miss us, they thought. In the mean time, they prepared for some Indian torture.

When they finally were finished with their little Indian torture game, we were untied and we got some soft drinks. Our hands were tied behind us again and our captors started to argue about what to do to us now. It was now late in the day, we had probably been prisoners for a couple of ours. There was not much time left before today’s game was over. We hoped they would let us go, but we were not that lucky. 

We were taken into one of their small huts. The floor was covered with pine-branches and not nice to walk barefoot on. Inside they started to truss us up like Christmas turkeys. They tied our ankles, knees and thighs very tightly. Thick rope was tied around our arms, starting at our shoulders and winding down across our arms, elbows and fore-arms. For every fifth or tenth coil of rope, they tied it off by cinching it well between our arms and bodies. Finally we were gagged with huge pieces of cloth pushed deep into our mouths and tied over with long strips of cloth. This created gags that made it impossible to communicate. We could only moan softly and say "mgwgh".

A board was slammed over the entrance to the hut and we were left in semi-darkness. Questions started to race in my mind. 
Would they really leave us tied up for the entire night? 
Neither Sarah or I had ever been tied up for more than a couple of hours, how could we manage the whole night? Tied up for over twelve hours! 
Much the same thoughts I had had when Joe and I was sitting tied up the day before. We did not know these kids well enough to trust them to come back and release us. Sarah must have been thinking the same, because she was twisting and turning and grunting. She had already started to try and get free. 

Sarah was a very athletic girl who did a lot of sports and gymnastics at school. She twisted and turned on the floor, trying to get up somehow. She managed to get up in a kneeling position. She moved towards me with only her knees and toes to the ground. She placed herself sitting with her bound hands near mine, I had turned on my side. She arched her back and tried to reach my hands with hers. She did not manage to undo any knots before we heard sounds outside. We "mghwhed" and "glmghaged" the best we could and soon the entrance was opened and Jenny and Joe looked in. 

-Hello there, having fun without us?, Jenny said. 

We were untied and returned home, I will never know if our captors had planned on leaving us tied up the whole night… 

P.S. Tech stuff: Had to post this using Netscape, the problem with Explorer is still there. 

 There are a few differences between the new and the old system: 

 1) There is no 2000-words limit anymore. Your posts can be as long as you want them to be. 

 2) To get a properly formatted post, you will have to insert some HTML tags. Don't worry, it's easy. You just need to put a <P> at the end of each paragraph. If you want to insert a line break somewhere, put a <BR> at the end of the line. 

For example: 

 To put a line break, I would insert a <BR> 
At the end of a paragraph, I would insert a <P> 

 Understood? 

 Hope you will like the new system better. 

 Here I am again. Now I will try to insert a break. 
What now? 

Imagine, no longer having to worry about the old system cutting off your stories! That's just great! All I can say is, you GO Canuck. You da man!

Ph: Great story, as always. 

 And now a 
. Well, I can get accustomed...

 I hope to meet some of you in the chat this weekend, I'll be late as usual, EST around 10.00PM. GMT 03.00AM. 

 Bye for now, PH 

(And Andy, thanks for your linguistic help, GO AIK! 

How was the girl's hands bound? Palms facing or back to back or crossed? Behind or in front? For how long? Tightly or loosely? Did she struggle or pretend to struggle? 
I guess you could say I'd like to know if you have any more details... Could you spare them if you do? Thanks.

 Lets see if I got this HTML stuff down 

 Let's see what the other command does. 
I think it shouldmake this two sentances with a break...

Kind of strange that Canuck is going to Dreambook while Brian is looking for a new site to replace Dreambook because Dreambook is so unreliable and frouht with problems.

Now that there is a way of distinguishing the factal basis for a story from the fictional matrix, I'll have to see if I can piece together some of those memory snippets into a story. 

Have to be careful with the 'br' so it doesn't come out as a 'b' and just bold stuff.

 I should have made myself clear: even though this forum does allow HTML tags, I do not want any pictures on this page . I want it to remain a text-only forum. 

 IMHO, there are enough web sites where pictures can be posted, and I don't want to add this page to the list. 

BTW, Bondage Life was publishing "Adult Women Tied Up By Kids" stories back in the early 80's. Long before the Internet and WWW were readily accessible. I wasn't the first, IIRC Atreus started it off, but, I was in that group of writers. 

So get off your high horse about starting the genre. 

I'm outta here.

I may not be an avid poster but I am an avid reader and I just don't see why this forum needs to turn to bickering every month. There are those of us that come to Chanuck's page simply becuse this is the only site like this. Somewhere where we can come and read storys and stop feeling like freaks. 
In my humble oppinion, everyone needs to stop the bickering and deal with the fact that everyone has different views. If you don't like it, no one is forcing you to come, or read, or post. 

Lets keep it friendly... Please?

 Personal attacks on posters and their "field of interest" give you no credit in this forum. 

 Respect Canuck's fourth point of policies, "Don't be abusive..." and other posters/readers may respect you as well! 

Germany 1982 – Foul play

Marcus and I were sitting against the tree when Helga and Sabine came by and asked what we were doing. They had missed my escape and Marcus told them what we had been doing. “I’ll bet if we tied you up, you wouldn’t be getting loose so easily.” Sabine said to me. I laughed but remembered the way they had tied me in the toilet and the haystack (see previous posts). I knew that they were capable of tying me in such a way I couldn’t get loose. “Okay, but only if Marcus joins me and we get to tie you two afterwards.” They all agreed. Now we had to decide on were to go for our games. I suggested the shed at the other side of the farm, but they didn’t want to go that far from the pool, so we ended up near the garage and the toilet underneath the holiday house. Our pile of rope had grown rapidly since we started and there was now a large pile of rope available, more then enough to tie 4 persons without problems. However it was all in one big pile, so we spend half an hour sorting the ropes. We also found some rags in between the rope, which were put aside, so we could use them for gags later. When we were done there were fourteen pieces of rope, ranging from 1 meter in length to 25 meters. Sabine and Helga each grabbed a 5-meter piece rope and told us to turn around and put our hands behind our backs. I had my hands crossed, but Helga, who was tying me, while Sabine did Marcus, decided she wanted them palm-to-palm. She wrapped the ropes around my wrists six times, before cinching them and knotting the rope out of reach of my fingers. The ropes felt snug, but not tight. Helga wrapped the rest of the rope around my middle twice, before tying it of to the ropes around my wrists, again making sure the knot was out of reach. She picked up a 10-meter rope and wrapped this around my torso, cinching it at my upper arms. My arms were now held useless against my back. I was escorted into the open garage and made to sit on the floor. Helga helped me to sit down. My feet were then tied at knees and ankles with another 5- meter rope. I can tell you I was pretty helpless. One of the longer rags was used as a gag. Helga wrapped it around my head twice, both time between my teeth and since the cloth was fairly thick, I couldn’t close my mouth. She tightly knotted it at the back of my neck and then stood up and examined her handiwork. Marcus was tight almost identical, although I thought Sabine had been tying him less stringent. After he was placed alongside me, we were left alone as the girls went back to the pool. For the first couple of minutes we tried separately to get free, found out that the ropes had been tied to well and as such we didn’t succeed. Marcus said something in his gag and since his gag was less thick then mine, I understood what he wanted. He wanted me to undo his gag, so he lay down on his side, allowing me to get close to the knot in his neck. It took me several tries but eventually I managed to undo the knot and he could spit his gag out. At least one-way conversation was easier now. Since he was tied less tight, he proposed to be released first and I agreed that it would be the best way to go forward. It took me some effort to get my hands to his hands and to find the knots from the ropes around his wrists, mainly because my arms were tied to my back and I couldn’t see what I was doing, but after what seemed a very long time I managed to undo the rope around his hands. It wasn’t very difficult then to get free from the other ropes and several minutes later he was completely free. After a short recovering period he started to undo the knot in my gag and it didn’t take him too long to get me free. In total I think we spend about 45 minutes trying to escape. Now it was the turn for the ladies and while I cleaned up and sorted out the ropes, Marcus went to the pool to get Helga and Sabine. They had been swimming and were both dripping wet and dressed in their swimming costumes. Helga didn’t seem to happy by the fact that we got out of our bondage but they had agreed that we could tie them after we got free and she had to oblige. One thing we learned from our own escape was that we should prevent them from getting close to each other. I also told Marcus to follow my lead, since I wanted to tie them much the same I had done Kim and she didn’t escape. We started by tying their hands behind their backs, palm to palm at the wrists. We used enough rope to set a broken bone and there were more then 15 knots, just on their wrists alone, making the job of untying the rope a lot harder. They complained that we made it more difficult for them then they had done us for us, but we answered that we had escaped, so they hadn’t done a good job. To prevent them from further complaining we gagged them first. Helga looked surprised when a rag was stuffed in her mouth and another one was tied over it and secured behind her neck. Later she told us they usually got gagged as the last thing that needed to be done. Marcus and I worked closely together, making sure we did tie them exactly the same. After tying their hands we started on the elbows. From what I had learned from my ‘training’ session with Kim, I knew that the elbows had to be tied as tightly together as possible, to make the bondage more difficult to escape. I wrapped the rope several times around Helga’s elbows while Marcus did the same to Sabine. Then we started pulling. Both girls started to moan in their gags, but they didn’t manage to produce something that Marcus or I could understand. Slowly their elbows came closer together and at a certain point Helga started complaining more loudly in her gag. I stopped, but Sabine didn’t complain until her elbows were almost completely together. There was only about 3 centimeters (just over 1 inch) of space between her elbows, while Helga had about 10 centimeters (4 inches). Cinching the ropes caused their elbows to get even closer, obviously I managed more turns then Marcus did because of the larger space between the elbows, but the end result was the same, neither of the two girls would get free on their own. They had stopped complaining in their gags, but if looks could kill, we would have been dead on the spot. More rope was added to their upper bodies at their waist and just above their breasts, holding their arms in the middle of their backs. We helped the girls in a sitting position on the floor and started tying their legs. Both girls had their legs tied at ankles, just below and just above the knees. To prevent them from untying each other we came up with a great solution. We placed both girls in such a way that there ankles were on top of each other, but in a 90 degrees corner and then we tied them together. I still remember the looks on their faces as we did this. “Okay girls, you’ve got one hour to escape.” We stayed for a short while, but they didn’t do anything while we were there, so we left them and went to the pool. Exactly 1 hour later we returned to the garage and to our surprise they were gone. We knew that they had been tied to well to escape and in the position they were in, they couldn’t have moved far, so somebody must have helped them. Then we heard some giggling coming from the old toilet that was located next to the garages. Marcus opened the door. The giggling turned into laughter as the door was opened and Helga and Sabine saw us looking at them. The ropes around there legs had been removed and also their gags were undone, for the rest they were still tied. “How did you get in there?” Marcus asked. Sabine stopped laughing long enough to tell us. “Kim came walking by and saw us trying to escape.” As she said that, I remembered how Kim left the pool area about 10 minutes before we returned to the girls. “She undid the ropes on our legs and the gag, but since you were coming back, she couldn’t untie us completely. So we hid in here, while she went up to her room.” “This actually means you’re still our prisoners.” I said. When the words sank in the giggling stopped and they started pleading to be released. “Please, undo the ropes, my elbows are starting to hurt.” Sabine said. “Well, since your almost untied anyway you can do the rest for yourself.” I told them and closed the door of the toilet and locked it from the outside. Marcus and I sat down against the wall just outside the toilet. At first we only heard some swear words, but that stopped after some minutes and turned into whispers as they tried to untie themselves. It was great fun listening to them and judging from the talk between them that got more desperate by the minutes they weren’t succeeding in getting free. After another half hour of sounds coming from the toilet, we decided they had enough. Marcus opened the door of the toilet again and we noticed that they hadn’t made much headway. Sabine was still as tightly tied at her arms as before and Helga had the rope around her waist undone and some of the knots on her wrists, but nothing else. They looked happy when we said that we would untie them. Due to the many knots we used, this still took some time and eventually it meant that after undoing the last knot, they had been tied for just over two hours. The ropemarks were clearly visible, especially on their elbows, so Marcus ran towards their cottage to get some shirts for the twins. Sabine said she had never been tied with her elbows together before and kind of liked the helpless feeling it gave her, but that 2 hours was quite strenuous. “I agree.” Said Helga, but Sabine started complaining to her that she hadn’t been tied as tightly as she had and that Helga had no reason to complain. This word fight went on for some time and then turned into a bet that the one girl could stay in tight bondage longer then the other. Suddenly I was pulled into this as the person to place them in the bondage and play the referee. “Hold on, think about what you are saying here. You want to be tied up and the first person who asks to be released is the loser?” They both agreed. “Are you sure?” Again they agreed. “And when will this contest happen?” I asked, not believing my luck. “Tomorrow!” Sabine said, but Helga didn’t agree. “Day after tomorrow. Our parents will be gone for the day anyway then, so we got time enough.” At that moment Marcus returned with the blouses for his sisters. After we cleaned up the ropes, we went to the pool area and I told him about the bet the twins had made. I could honestly say that I was looking forward to this event! The rest of the afternoon we spend, without any ropes, around the pool. I thought that I had seen enough ropes for a day, but I was wrong. 

 But that will be the next story, coming soon to this web site.

 If I managed to this right this is a new paragraph, not that it matters. 

 If we meet again, well then, we'll meet; and if we don't, then let us say this parting was well made

 Two girls, 17 yrs, playing with a pair of handcuffs. One cuffs the other and then loses the key. Long, frantic search before the key is found. 

I wish people would be more elaborate when retelling these snapshots, because they really tend to pique our curiousity I think! 
Even people who don't ask for more detail probably wish for clarification as well, but are too shy/busy/etc to ask.

But do we really need all these comments about Canuck relocating this site?? 
 

OK, some people like it and some people don't, but whats done is done. 
 

Lets just get back to the stories. 

Anybody who wishes to honestly discuss matters, please feel free to e-mail me. 

Dudalb
I think you should go back through the archives and reread your comments. 

****** 
My not posting my stories is your loss, not mine.

My early adventures can be blamed on comic books. Not the violence, but the pictures of women bound and gagged. Always needing someone to come and bail them out of trouble. 

I didn’t really want to be the hero, more like the master criminal who did the evil deed. 

And it’s really not the comic that made me play all those games in those days. It was just me. And the people around me. My friends and their families. 

I guess who ever reads this; well they can blame the Internet for any ideas they get to become a dastardly fiend. 

I can’t blame Jem. Jemima was, is my friend. I don’t see her much now that she is married. I would like to, but you know how it is when you get older. My other good female friend at that time, Karen, lives overseas now. She teaches in China. Her little sister Disa is still around. 

Mrs Sommers, Jemima mother is doing well in her middle ages. I doubt if she’ll ever get what you call old. I should have been the cause of some gray hairs for her back then, but when I saw her recently she was still as blonde and tanned as ever. 

Karen’s oldest sister Cathy is a schoolteacher, no doubt a good one. I’m sure she keeps a close eye on the activities of her students. She found out the danger of underestimating young teenagers. 

And then there was Miss Coufal. The most perfect Junior High teacher in the history of this universe, and all parallel universes. 

But it started with Jemima and me. I said that day. 

"Would you like to play tie up games? Like we used to?" 

"No, I don’t think so. Not at all. What for? 

"Well, I tell you. I’ve been working and saving on my paper route. And the job at True Value Hardware. If I paid you some, would you let me tie you up?" 

"No. It’s even worse that you offer to pay me." 

"Ten bucks, just for a few minutes." 

"No, you’re weirding me out." 

Well that was it. She was a good friend. I mean you don’t ask strangers to let you tie them up. So I said. 

"All right you can tie me up first." 

"Max don’t be weird. Come on let’s walk over to Karen’s." 

"Naw let’s stay here. My mom won’t be back for a while yet. I’ll call Karen and have her come over." 

"Why so you can tie her up?" 

"You think she would?" 

"No way." 

"Ah jeez. It was fun then. I don’t care we can be cowboys and Indians, or spies or soldiers. " 

She let out a long sigh, the air blowing a strand of her blonde hair. 

"Just what do you want to do?" 

"I’ve got some tape. I’ll do your arms and legs, and put some on your mouth." 

"No I don’t like the tape. It gets your skin all yucky." 

Well heck. The main reason I wanted to use tape was because, even though I am crazy about binding, I can’t tie knots worth a durn. I looked at her feet. 

"I can take the laces out of your boots and tie you up with that." 

"That would be too rough." 

"No I can tie it over the sleeves of your shirt and over your socks." 

She thought about it. She bent over and starte

 Though, being the wet season, it rained and rained lots. Strange feeling swimming or bathing in warm rain. Manila traffic is also as crazy as ever. (sigh) 

 Well, its great to see so many new stories and posters. I have really MISSED reading all the stories and keeping up with the latest goss. 

 PH, I was really happy to hear that you got my postcard. 

 Violet, I could not a agree more with your comment. Please, lets stick to the storytelling. No more bickering. BTW, I'm really glad to know that you seem to have found a partner that you can trust enough to tie you up. Would it be too much to let us all know what has happened? (if u have been tied up by now) How was it? Did you enjoy it? What sensations/feelings dide you experience? 

 FH, that was a GREAT story. I CANNOT wait to read the sequel. I want to know which girl could take it the most (being tied up the longest)(P> Anyway, I hope to see you all in the chat soon. However, I cannot access Bob's chatroom. (tried earlier today) Maybe he's moved it? Could someone give me the new link if thats the case? Thanks.

Well this was it. It had been a while, five years maybe, since we had done any thing like this. She got the lace out of one and then sat there with it in her hand and looked at me. 

"Here I’ll take it." 

She gave it over and then took off the other one, then shucked her boots and sat there in stocking feet. 

"Thanks," I said as she handed me the other lace. "Let me go get some tape." 

"You said you weren’t going to use tape." 

Over my shoulder as I left the room I said," It’s for your gag." 

"I didn’t say you could gag me." 

"You won’t say anything after I’m finished my dear." 

Our house was what they call a "Half House," some type that had its roots in a New England heritage. Jemima and I were in the still to be completed second floor. The builder had told my parents that when they completed the second floor a growing family could double it s sleep capacity. My family never grew past me, so the upstairs was still a small bedroom, a master bedroom, and a bathroom. My dad was glad for the extra bathroom, his fortress. The bedrooms stayed full of overflow junk, but no beds. 

The Grey duct tape was out in the garage, so it took a few minutes for me to get back. Jemima was patient, flipping through a Sears Christmas catalogue when I returned. We were in the smaller bedroom, where a lot of magazines gathered to prepare to overcome the world with their mass. Some of the magazines buried in the piles were not the sort my parents would want me to read, but any way. 

"Put your hands behind you. No, not that way, just side by side." 

"Like this?" 

"Yah." Her fingers curled into fists as I wrapped the brown bootlace around the flannel cuffs of her shirt. Then I started to tie. 

Well, at that time, knots were not my specialty, and I never became a master seaman of knot tying ability. But this one just didn’t get it. You know how you screw up tying your shoelaces and you end up without a bow but just a mess you take forever to unpick. That was what I had to hold Jemima’s hands together. 

"Don’t pull it so tight." 

"I have to make it real." 

"No you don’t. I’ll pretend I can’t get away." 

"Let me handle this." 

"Your too weird Max." 

"Before I tie your feet I better gag you." 

She kicked me. 

"Better get my legs done or I’ll run off." 

"I doubt that. You can’t get off the floor without using your hands and arms." 

"Oh huh just watch me." 

I did. She got her feet back to her rear end, and worked to push herself across the floor. There were no beds or chairs in the room, so she slowly scooted her self to the nearest wall. She pressed her back against it, then spread her legs wide. Now she was wearing a red flannel shirt, and blue jeans, so it wasn’t like she was showing off her body, but I did like the motion under the front of her shirt as she tried to rise up. 

Her stocking feet slid on the carpet. Her mouth was set firm, her shoulders thrown back. She may have got off the floor two inches or so before she thumped back down. She tried a couple of more times. 

"O.K I can’t do it. Man I thought it would be easy." 

"Ha ha, now you’re in my power." 

Yeh I guess so. Hurry up I better leave soon." 

"That’s what you think, Ha Ha." 

’Ha Ha Max, you’re weird. Hurry up." 

So I did, tying her ankles side by side in what was for me at the time, a record. And it looked better then the binding on her hands. Her feet would be too big to slip free. Not that her feet were too big. Just bigger then her hands you know. Other parts of her were big, but I’ll get to that as I tell you all this. 

She wiggled her feet, then curled her toes inside her socks, moving them up and down. 

"I hope it doesn’t cut the blood off." 

"Oh come on it’s not that tight." 

"Let me try it on you and let you feel it." 

"Not today, some other time you can do me. I doubt if you any good at it." 

She moved her right arm and for a second I thought she was going to pull her hand all the way out of the lace." 

"I wouldn’t be bragging," she said. 

"It’s time to silence your pleas for mercy." 

"Would you gag yourself first?" 

"You’ll get your chance. Now for the tape." 

I picked up the roll and started peeling it. 

"That will hurt my lips." 

"No it won’t." 

"Yes it will." 

"Don’t be a baby." 

"Don’t be stupid and put a bunch on me. Just one piece." 

"O.K, one big wide fat piece." 

The first one I tried to take off folded over and stuck to it’s self. The second did the same. I got it on the third one, nice and long. 

"Don’t get any in my hair." 

"Quit your griping. Now you have to press your lips together tight." 

She did, with a frown. 

Slowly, I didn’t want to mess this piece up of I doubted she would sit still for another. I was pretty sure she could pull free at both ends if she wanted. I got the tape on and pressed. 

"Mumph!" 

What a sound. I felt like sitting back and yelling. I pushed on the ends and it was a mess of wrinkles all across her mouth, but it was on. She moved her lips side to side. 

"Mum mum." 

Even though she knew it was coming she still had seemed surprised when the tape landed on her lips. She looked at me now, I had never seen her eyes look so blue. 

"Mux men wa we boo bis bying?" 

Sure it wasn’t a great gag, but it was a gag. I wish I could stick something in her mouth. Then put more tape on. I thought about it. 

"Don’t go anywhere." 

"Mumph? Mex moat bun boff bub meeb me beer." 

I left in a hurry; she was shaking her head no and rolling her shoulders forward tugging at her bootlaces. Come on please stay tied up just a little longer. I ran downstairs to my parent’s bedroom

 Woody, great story, do continue!