All from the middish 1950's

Mother and someone else tied back to back in our play tent. Mother is also gagged and blindfolded. Cannot see who the other woman is, just that there is someone there

Mother and Carol watching nervously as Jim's mother tries on a homemade ball gag

Roger's mother telling Roger and me we can tie her up. But, we can't use that ball thing we used on Ray's Mother

Mother and one of her friends laughing as they show each other their toy handcuffed wrists

Seeing Mother and two neighbor ladies rubbing the rope marks on their wrists as they come into our kitchen from the basement

Watching my Mother's tied hands as I walk up the stairs behind her

My Mother giving me a couple of rolls of adhesive tape and saying she wants to try it like that show that was on last night

Putting a bunch of knotted and cut up nylons in the trash

Helping a tied, gagged, and blindfolded Carol hop into her bedroom and seeing an older neighbor lady hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded on Carol's bed

A older neighbor lady and I watching as Carol ties Mother's wrists [might be related to the one above]

Opening my bedroom door and seeing my older sister and one of her friends hogtied, gagged, and blindfolded on my bed

 Nice site as always, the stories here are enjoyable to read. Unfortunately, I don't have any to post here. But I'll post any as soon as I have one.

 PH: nice to find another swede who is into tie-up fantasies too. Do you perchance know any club or society in our country that organizes such tie-up meetings or anything such?

 Greetings,

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To everyone else: has anybody here some stories about self- bondage games? It would be interesting reading them. Or, is there a forum about such experiences around the Net? Grazie... 

Was your Babysitter Story site post supposed to be an E Mail to Zorro, and you posted it here by accident? 
I would have sent this as an E Mail, but you don't give your address

Concerning your remarks abot the Babysitter Story Page
1. The site has four archive sections
2. The red on black is no problem with WEBTV
3. Agreed that some stories there do seem farfetched, but who really knows. The majority of vanilla sex people would probably say the same thing about most of the stories posted here. 
4. The fictional stories there are better than the boring fictional stories here. At least there you can laugh at the outlandishness of the obvious fantasies. Here many are just long, dull, and boring.
5. Since when do the posters here feel the need to criticize other sites. I seem to remember certain people here getting very upset when this site was commented on elsewhere.

As to the forum: I am sensing a lot of empty space here right now, can't someone post a descent entry? Echoes all around...feels spooky! 

More vidcaps from that Coors commercial can be found at Van's Video Vault.

And if the link I wrote above didn't work (I'm trying this out for the first time)then here it is again: http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Boulevard/5205/index.html 
 

Van has some good vidcaps from all kinds of sources; his site is worth checking out. 

Ok, let's try the link to Van's one more time:

Van's Video Vault.

If it doesn't work again this time, I'll just post links here regularly. 

"Wham’s that for, " said Jemima as I came back. 

Her lips were moving freely under the tape, so now it was just a slight problem to speak plainly. Which was one reason I had gotten the tie. 

"I want you to look like this woman I saw on "Sky King," I need to tie this over the tape and the rest of your mouth, it will look neater that way." 

"No I sad bat just one thing for my mufth." 

"Come on Jem, just play along." 

She pulled one hand free from behind her. 

"Wait a minute. Let me get it set up right and then you can take it off." 

"Woo better not make it murk." 

She put her hand back behind her and gave me an angry look. 

"This will shut you up so your friends won’t find you," I said. 

"Hurry up." 

I didn’t. Taking my time I got the broader part of the tie in both hands and edged around behind Jemima. I brought it down in front of her face, then put it over the tape and pulled back. 

She said, "Whap know this is stupid, whiff you weren’t so weird I would mum um Mmmph mum." 

It sounded great. The more I pulled and the tighter I tied the tie, the more her words got messed up. I did the some sort of sloppy knot as the others, but at the back of her head it seemed to be firm. Still her blonde mane of hair kept it from pressing against her head. Just hope it holds. 

"Don’t mess with me." I walked in front of her rubbing my palms together and smiling. She looked up and tried to kick with her stocking feet. 

"Stuggle all you won’t, you won’t get away." 

Her eyes kind of yo-yoed at me as I talked to her. I couldn’t remember what the bad guy from "Sky King", had been so I went back and forth from being a mad scientist to a bank robber. If we were going to play this in the future I have to plan it out better. 

I went on for a while longer and finally Jemima pulled her hands free and tugged at the necktie gag. 

"Mump. Aw waff to get going. Mummph, tis tape doesn’t come as easy as you said it would." 

"Here let me help." 

"No if you want to help put my laces back in my boots. She threw a boot at me and it thumped off my chest. No way to treat a bad guy. 

That wrapped up our play for that day. At the time I didn’t know if she would ever want to do it again. But as I sit here writing this, there are more "Tales to Astonish," as one of m

OK, enough of that, on to the bondage story. It actually took place before the bird incident. I was in eighth grade, probably 13 or 14 years old. I developed pretty early, about sixth grade. So Brian's friends were always interested in me. One day in the fall our mom had him and Steve raking the leaves in the yard. One of his wrestling buddies was helping him, I guess he had nothing better to do. I had one of my girl friends over and we were just hanging out sitting on the swing set in our yard and chatting. Brian was teasing us the entire time we were back there and I was getting pretty annoyed with him bothering us. When the three boys had the leaves raked up in a big pile my friend and I decided we'd get back at them, so when they weren't looking we took off and ran through their pile of leaves and started kicking the leaves everywhere. We made a pretty good mess by the time they turned around and caught us. We took off running toward my friend Linda's house. Brian and his friend Billy started chasing us. I was a little faster than Linda but they weren't after her. They caught me halfway down the block. Linda got away scotfree. They grabbed me by my arms and led me back to the yard. When we got back Steve was raking up my mess and Brian told him to stop, your sister is going to do that. He ordered me to rake up the mess and I, of course, refused. He told me to do it or I'd regret it. I told him he didn't scare me which he actually did, remember he threw knives at me. 

Brian and Billy grabbed me. I don't think they were sure what they wanted to do but their egos wouldn't let their little sister defy them. Brian said he had an idea and told Billy to hold me there and he went into the garage. He came out and he was carrying twine that was used in tying bales of hay. The twine wasn't very big and really abrasive to the skin. He had Billy bring me over to the swing set and had Billy hold my wrists in front of me. I was struggling but I was hardly a match for two sophomore wrestlers. He tied my wrists in front of me and then tied them to the bar on the swing set over my head. I was wearing a sweatsuit but the top was small enough that when my hands were pulled up over my head the shirt pulled up and exposed my sides and belly a couple of inches. He took some more twine and tied my ankles together. I remember him saying something about talking back to him, since our father had left when Steve was only a year or so old Brian thought he was our father figure I guess. 

Being the sadist he is he knew that I was extremely ticklish. He started tickling my sides and belly and I started screaming so he immediately stopped. I kept telling him to let me go or I'd tell but he basically knew that nothing would happen even if I did. He went back in the garage and came out with a roll of gray tape. He ripped off a strip and taped it over my mouth. With some lip manipulations a little bit of spit I worked the tape loose. He told me if I did that again he would wrap a strip of tape completely around my head. I didn't really want to pull tape out of my hair so I let didn't try to get the next strip off. Started to tickle again and I was just left to scream into the tape. He asked me if I was going to clean up my mess and was wasn't going to let a little tickling get to me so I again refused. 

He untied my wrists from the bar and I thought I was done. In my mind I was celebrating my victory in the battle of wills. Instead of untying my wrists he took me over to the slide and laid me on it. He put me on backward so my feet were at the top of the slide and my head was near the bottom. He tied my feet to the top step. I kept wanting to slide down but the ropes held me in place. He grabbed my arms and pulled them over my head to the bottom of the slide and tied them to the bottom support so I was completely stretched out up and down the slide. My sweatshirt started to slide down toward my head. I was well endowed enough the shirt stopped before it slid over my bra. He went over and whispered something to Steve and Steve ran out of the yard. He wrapped some more twine around my knees and then wrapped it around my middle just under my bra and completely around the slide to hold me down. After he was done he moved to the top of the slide and started to untie my shoes. Then I knew what he had in mind. My feet are insanely ticklish. He removed my shoes and my socks and he started to tickle my feet. I understood why he tied my top because I started thrashing around and if I wasn't tied there I would have bounced off the slide. He stopped only long enough to tell Billy he could have a turn. 

Now I was ready to rake. There was no way I could tell him though with my mouth gagged. The two of them took turns tickling my feet for I don't know how long. When they finally stopped I looked up and there stood Steve and about five of his friends. Brian told them that for 25 cents they could tickle my feet for five minutes. I was lucky that none of them had much money although I think Brian collected a lot of pennies, nickels and dimes. I was also lucky that nine year old aren't really very good ticklers. When they were through I finally noticed the worst part of the entire ordeal. In my thrashing my sweatshirt had become bunched around my chin and I was laying there and my bra was showing with Brian, Billy, Steve and five of his friends. About this time my mom showed up and Brian untied me. The only bonus in the whole situation was that I didn't end up raking the leaves and Steve and Brian did. 

I've been married for ten years now and fortunately my hubby was receptive to bondage games. Unfortunately a lot of my experiences are a little graphic to be posted here but I'll try to only hit the highlights so that they fit this format. 

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So, Mrs. K told me to follow her into her room. I did, not knowing what to expect. She rummaged around in her drawers, and tossed me two pairs of wool socks. She told me to put one on my hands, and the other on my feet. Again, I did as I was told. She left the room, and quickly returned with an armful of rope. Now I knew what was happening. She was going to leave me tied up while she was out. But, I like being tied up, so I was okay with this. She said, "Tyler, put your hands behind your back, and cross your wrists." "Okay," I replied. She took one length of rope, and started to tie my hands together, although very loosely. She finished, although badly, and then brought my ankles together. She took a second length of rope, and began to tie my ankles together, carefully looping the rope and then pulling it tight. And again, it was very loose. Yet, she was satisfied. She kind of pushed me back onto the bed, and prepared to depart. But, I called her back, enjoying my predicament. 

"Mrs. K," I called, "uh, do you think you could come here a minute?" "Sure Tyler. What's the problem?" "Well, you tied me up, but it is very loose. Could you tighten the ropes a little?" So she did, and I instructed her on how to cross tie my wrists so that they were tied very tightly, and then the same to my ankles. When she was finished, I was tied up tightly, and definitely not going anywhere. But I still wasn't satisfied. 

"Mrs. K, one more thing. What if I try to scream while you're gone. What about the neighbors?" "Oh, that's okay. You should be fine." "No, I want you to gag me, if it's not too much trouble." "Well, okay. But what do I use for a gag? I've never tied anyone up before, let alone gagged them." I instructed her to go back into her sock drawer, and get out all of her socks. Now, I love girl's socks, so I was definitely in seventh heaven when she got back. She had many, many pairs of white, black, wool, knee, all kinds of socks! I was ecstatic, and she could tell. "So, you like socks, Tyler? Okay, well, I'll gag you with all the socks you want, okay?" She then gagged me first with a pair of her white workout socks, then tied a wool sock over that sock gag, and then she completed the gag by tying a white knee sock over the two previous sock gags. All my cries were reduced to whimpers. And I was loving every minute of it. It was the first time I had ever been tied up and gagged with socks. She left for the game, and there I was, struggling against my bonds and her socks. I did get revenge on her, which I also loved, but I'll save that one for another time. 

Ciao. 

Tyler 

So, Mrs. K told me to follow her into her room. I did, not knowing what to expect. She rummaged around in her drawers, and tossed me two pairs of wool socks. She told me to put one on my hands, and the other on my feet. Again, I did as I was told. She left the room, and quickly returned with an armful of rope. Now I knew what was happening. She was going to leave me tied up while she was out. But, I like being tied up, so I was okay with this. She said, "Tyler, put your hands behind your back, and cross your wrists." "Okay," I replied. She took one length of rope, and started to tie my hands together, although very loosely. She finished, although badly, and then brought my ankles together. She took a second length of rope, and began to tie my ankles together, carefully looping the rope and then pulling it tight. And again, it was very loose. Yet, she was satisfied. She kind of pushed me back onto the bed, and prepared to depart. But, I called her back, enjoying my predicament. 

"Mrs. K," I called, "uh, do you think you could come here a minute?" "Sure Tyler. What's the problem?" "Well, you tied me up, but it is very loose. Could you tighten the ropes a little?" So she did, and I instructed her on how to cross tie my wrists so that they were tied very tightly, and then the same to my ankles. When she was finished, I was tied up tightly, and definitely not going anywhere. But I still wasn't satisfied. 

"Mrs. K, one more thing. What if I try to scream while you're gone. What about the neighbors?" "Oh, that's okay. You should be fine." "No, I want you to gag me, if it's not too much trouble." "Well, okay. But what do I use for a gag? I've never tied anyone up before, let alone gagged them." I instructed her to go back into her sock drawer, and get out all of her socks. Now, I love girl's socks, so I was definitely in seventh heaven when she got back. She had many, many pairs of white, black, wool, knee, all kinds of socks! I was ecstatic, and she could tell. "So, you like socks, Tyler? Okay, well, I'll gag you with all the socks you want, okay?" She then gagged me first with a pair of her white workout socks, then tied a wool sock over that sock gag, and then she completed the gag by tying a white knee sock over the two previous sock gags. All my cries were reduced to whimpers. And I was loving every minute of it. It was the first time I had ever been tied up and gagged with socks. She left for the game, and there I was, struggling against my bonds and her socks. I did get revenge on her, which I also loved, but I'll save that one for another time. 

Ciao. 

Tyler 

 The six guests had been shocked when told to be quiet cool down in the garden whiloe my mother cleared some room for the next round of games. Unknown to her the guests and me were deciding on a new game. Whilst outside the oldest guest suggested that we played cowboys and indians but in such a way that we would teach my mother a lesson. We quickly collected all the items we needed this included some ropes and scarves and my Indian playset which included a plastic tomahawk and a headress which our leader was now wearing.

 We entered the house quietly sneaking up on my mother who was taken aback at the sight of seven young boys acting as a band of Indians. The shock meant that she didnot realize what she was letting herself in for when in reply to our leaders request that she acted as our captive she agreed. Without further ado two of my friends grabbed her arms whilst a chair was placed behind her. Ordering her to sit down we commenced tying her to the chair after a couple of minutes she was secured with her hands behind the chair, ropes wrapped all around her body and her knees, scarves had been used to secure her ankles. It seemed that all of my friends knew about knots. 

At this point my mother asked how long the game was going to last and was informed "white woman must be tortured" at this my mother realised that the game was out of her control she shot me a glance which I took to mean that I would be in trouble later. What could I do I was also outnumbered and anyway I was enjoying the game . Discussion now took place as to what we could now do. I advised caution but very few of my friends listened. It was decided that the torture would involve tickling my mothers feet, I had confirmed that i thought she was ticklish we would soon find out.

 I will always remember the wide eyed look that came over my mothers face when the coffee table was moved to the chair she occupied and her legs were lifted on to it.Our leader removed a feather from the headdress and turned to my mother and said "White woman must tell us she is sorry for sending us to the garden" he then nodded to two of the guests who removed my mothers slippers leaving her stockinged feet unguarded he the started to run the feather along her bound feet. Basically all of us took turns to tickle the stockinged feet until my mother finally said sorry. Unfortunately for her this was not the end as it was then decide that by using the end of the stairs my mother could be burned at the stake. After a short time she was tied securely at the end of the stairs. Luckily at tis time the first of the guests mothers arrived to collect their sons so our game was bought to a halt.

 Needless to say I was grounded for a couple of weeks (but it was worth it) and birthday parties at my friends houses would provide further opportunities. 

 I agreed to play and soon I was being chased around the yard, we were outside as this was summer in mid-America she caught me after a while and she was within her rights to tie me as this was one of the rules of the game.

 She proceeded to pound 4 stakes into the ground and had me lie back and she tied a rope to each of my arms and legs, she then pulled each one tight and tied them off, leaving me staked out on my back she then stuck a big rolled up bandanna in my mouth and tied another one around my head leaving me unable to talk, she left me there most of the afternoon, only untying me about 15 minutes before my mom got home, she sat for us again many times and she got me tied up again many times.

We’d had our episode over Christmas vacation, in the early days of January before the second semester of Junior High started. It went by too quick, vacation always does, and we were back before our teachers and facing a stretch of hard time before freedom in the spring. 

One thing I hoped was going to make the rest of the school year bearable was standing with her back to me. 

"Electricity was first generated by a nuclear reactor in 1951, when the EBR-1 test reactor in the USA lit up four lightbulbs. At that time, Nuclear power promised to provide electricity too cheap to meter and heralded a new age of prosperity. Today, some 400 nuclear power plants worldwide satisfy 17 percent of global electricity demand." 

It was the beginning of another science lecture from Miss Coufal, delivered with the voice of an angel. 

I may wear you out talking about Miss Coufal. All boys develop a crush on a teacher, I had some before Miss Coufal appeared, but she stuck to my head and heart for the rest of my educational experience. 

She was tall, firm, had the most luxurious blonde hair, celestial blue eyes, enough curves to stock the Playboy Mansion. 

I know it’s too much. But that’s what it was like to me at the time. I was first noticing the shape of every woman, and she really overloaded my system. 

Let me mention her LEGS. Most teachers have legs. And she didn’t always wear a dress, and if she did it wasn’t always what you call short. What happened, she would sit on the front of her desk and ask questions, and then would come the time when she would cross her LEGS. Even today when I hear someone talking about legs, Miss Coufal’s gams pop into my head. I can see the calves, knees, and thighs. And the two times she did wear what you could safely call a miniskirt, wow. Now a days when I see a review in the New York Times of a Broadway musical and they show a dancer doing a high kick or fancy step in a slit skirt I say, "Not bad, but it’s no Miss Coufal. 

O.K let me calm down and get back to what happened in that day’s class. 

While the lecture continued I glanced around at our class of 22. Jemima was seated two rows to the west of me, her sweater looking snug on her. Tim Elwood was eyeing Miss Coufal 

Tim is my best friend and a smart guy. In comic book terms, Tim is one of those guys who was so smart, as he evolved he would end up with a giant head to hold his brain, and a tiny body. He would build robots to do his work and spend his spare time trying to rule the world. You’ve seen those sort of guys in comics I know. We get along well, but one of his major faults is he believes DC comics are superior to Marvel comics. Now that is dumb. 

He was watching Miss Coufal, but not her legs, [she was wearing pants, it was cold and would stay that way until the end of April] but actually listening to the lesson. He had as big a crush on her as I did; but for her mind and not her body. Oh well. 

So Miss Coufal finished writing on the black board and puts the chalk down on the trough that runs along the bottom of the board and looks at the clock. 

"We are having a special presentation today, just for our class. I want you to pay the same attention to our guest as you do to me," she said. 

As we all had individual degrees of attention, I’m not sure how much of what followed sunk into my fellow students. It sure stayed with me. 

A state trooper walked in our classroom, the first thing I noticed was the big revolver strapped to her hip. 

Yes her hip. It was the first female policeman I had ever seen in the flesh. Well not actually in the flesh, she was pretty covered up. I mean I checked out her pants, they were light blue, and had a darker blue stripe down the side, and they looked baggy to me, like they were made for a man with a big butt. I couldn’t tell much about the shape of her upper body, the shirt was the same color as the pants, and had the same fit. Her face was broad and serious; she had brown hair tucked under a tan hat that kinda looked like one a TV sheriff would wear. 

Back then even on TV you didn’t see women cops, if you did they were like undercover playing bad girls or something. This woman in front of us looked like the kind of cop who told you to get home or else. 

She was carrying a cardboard box that had come from the G.C Murphy store and put it on Miss Coufal’s desk and stood next to her, looking at us. I noticed they were more or less the same height. I decided the cop’s face was not so bad, still sort of mean looking. 

"This is Trooper Henson and she’s hear to talk to us about the dangers of Child Abduction, and what you should do if you find yourself in trouble." 

We were all of the age and mindset that we believed we were way past this sort of lecture. I mean we weren’t babies or dumb grade s

One thing you can do to make a contest out of it, is use sweat bands on wrists and ankles,use the double width ones,but make sure if they have an inner seam, to work the inside around so the inner seam is on one edge. Of course, you can achieve the same effect with thick socks,which might provide more of a challenge.

 You may also consider Super or Crazy Glueing hands palm to palm behind their back, but if the have oily skin it wont hold long, and if they have dry or normal skin you'll need either acetone, or surgical skill with a razor blade to get it undone. Do not use 30 second epoxy, once it sets, that stuff is a trip to the ER to get it off.

 This is just one person's point of view,, your mileage may vary.

The talk wasn’t bad, the trooper had a well-modulated voice. She kept to the point, and never said "boys and girls" she just talked to us in the slightly bored way adults talk to one another. 

Then she reached in the G.C Murphy box and pulled out some rope. It was freshly purchased clothesline, still in the wrapper that she tore off and threw into the wastebasket to the left of Miss Coufal’s desk. Then she got out a roll of tape. I was interested. 

"Stewart, Karen and Max, would you come up here and sit in front of my desk? 

Stewart was some guy who was big in football, I never cared much for him, don’t know what he thought of me. I did care what Karen thought. As far as I knew she thought I was a cool guy, as well as a friend. I had the feeling she didn’t consider me a stud muffin, but I considered her tough, which in that time could mean great looking. She didn’t have the globes that Jemima carried, but was curvaceous in a delicate way if that makes sense. I’ll tell you lots more about her as time goes by. 

So there we were with Karen between Miss Coufal and us asking us to sit on the floor which we did. Karen asked if we would have to sit long and was told not if we could get away in a hurry. My teacher and the state trooper tied us up. 

They both worked on Stewart, I guess they thought he would need special attention. The giggling started as he was asked to put his hands behind his back. The trooper started to use the entire clothesline on his wrists then told Miss Coufal they needed to cut it in smaller parts. Miss Coufal got some scissors from her desk and they clipped it up, then unwrapped another package and snipped it into several pieces. 

Well it was enough to tie us up. I watched them do Stewart, crossing his wrists and ankles. Miss Coufal wedged herself behind him and I watched her tie some knots, but didn’t get exactly how she did it. Her hands looked strong. Trooper Henson quickly tied his feet like she had had a lot of practice, and the rope looked snug over his pant legs. He gave a little twist against the cord like he wasn’t really trying to get loose. 

"Don’t hurt yourself," said Karen. 

"No problem," he said. 

Karen already had her hands and wrists crossed, she was always trying to help out, but she had her hands in front of her. The trooper said "none of that we have to make this real," and pulled her hands behind her. There was louder giggling as Karen said "Yikes" as the rope was wrapped around her wrists. Trooper Henson did three turns around Karen’s wrists then started wrapping the rope around its self. She tied her hands as smoothly as I would my shoe. 

Karen was wearing a dark knit shirt, blue Osh Kosh overalls, and ratty looking tennis shoes. The ropes went just above her ankles, over the Pinks socks she was wearing. When the trooper finished, Karen gave a big yank on both sets of knots. "Ouch". 

I was going to say don’t hurt yourself, but forgot to when Miss Coufal knelt in front of me. 
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 First of all, Why is it that there are so many multiple copies of people's stories? Just wondering about that one.

 Secondly, as I become more and more involved with this bord, I was wondering when it was that people most often go into Bob's chat room. Is there an arranged meeting time? If someone could let me know, I'd really appreciate it.

 Anyway...I love the storys everyone. Thanks so much for posting them. I can't wait to read more.

Would I. I raised them so quick I almost kicked her in the chest, hitting what I called her honking hooters. (In that day and time a term for large breasts) 

She caught my tennis shoes before the collusion could take place and settled me down to begin tying. I had a clear view of her technique. 

She put the center part of the rope across my ankles and then matched up the rope ends. She wrapped both ends back and forth until she had the length she wanted, then twisted it. Then she wrapped the remaining rope around the wrapping and between my ankles, and knotted it off with a square-knot. Simple huh? 

What a woman. Now you know why I had such a crush on her. She came closer to tie my hands behind me. She took my wrists and crossed them, then quickly did a wrap and knot job. I hadn’t realized how strange and uncomfortable it felt to have your shoulders pinned back from just having your hands bound near you butt. 

Trooper Henson spoke up. "Here’s another problem you may run into." 

There was a loud ripping sound as she peeled tape off the roll and tore it loose. Stewart grunted as she slapped the tape over his mouth. He made some mumbling noises, then quieted down while the chorus of giggles grew louder. 

"Will we have to stay after class if we can’t get loose," asked Karen. 

"Would you please hand me the tape," said Miss Coufal. She took it and said, "What was that Karen?" She ripped off a long strip. 

’Will all of us have to stay after class if umps? Mum Mumph?" 

From my angle I could see Karen’s eyes get wider as the tape covered up her lips. She sputtered a little more then was quiet. 

O.K I was ready. When the tape hit I wouldn’t make any dumb noises, heck I knew what was coming. I looked into Miss Coufal’s oh so blue eyes while she picked off a long piece of tape. I pressed my lips firmly together while trying to smile at her. It wasn’t easy to do both at the same time. All right here comes the tape so don’t make any stupid noumph bifpled! 

Darn, I guess it’s what they call the gag reflex. For the first time, but not the last, I found out the natural reaction when someone gags you is to try and blurt out something. Even when trying to avoid sounding like a doofus it happens. 

We struggled and the tape got looser but the rope never lost its bite. We stayed tied while the state trooper gave the rest of the class advice on how to hold your hands when being tied so you’ll have a better shot at getting untied. And also how to rub any gag we may be wearing against something to try to slip it off. We three rubbed our tape gags on different things, me on my right shoulder, Karen on her knees, and Stewart on his chest. Karen got her gag all the way off, which got her applause from Miss Coufal and some of the class, including Jemima. 

Me I wanted to stay tied and gagged until Miss Coufal would set me free. She finally did, her strong hands had no problem undoing her knots, she was careful when she took the tape off my mouth. 

"Are you all right?" 

"Sure," I said. 

She helped me to my feet while Trooper Henson unwrapped Karen and Stewert, then gathered up the tape and rope and put it away in the box. 

"Let’s thank Trooper Henson for appearing today to give us some great information," said Miss Coufal. She led the clapping of hands; I joined in with great enthusiasm. Any lesson that included the sexiest teacher in the universe laying her hands on me was a great boon to education. I still think that 

 I offer a clarification on a prior post of mine by implying you could make a chaaleenge out of handcuffing with sweat bands on the wrists. What I nmeant to say was if you wished to keep it a challenge, tie with rope over the sweatbands. PennDot Appreciates your Patience.

 Ok,I know I promised a story in here, and you're going to get one, I tried to coax some of the facts out of Kathy, but the events happened over a dozen years ago, we were both into drugs and alcohol then; I've been clean and sober for 7 years now though, and Kathy for at least two. The stuff does affect your memory, and messes your life up, if you can't say no, say "help!" And Im forgetting I promised you a story. It was weekend,Id gone over a friends house,where we proceeded to sit around and get more than slighly stoned. Me and my friends that is. I realized I might be making a mistake in leaving Kathy by herself at my place, and somehow managed to get myself home without destroying anything or killing anybody. I wasn't falling down drunk, but I did meet the legal definition of impaired. I do not recommend this to anybody, don't expect anybody to condone this sort of behavior, but it is the facts. Well I was happily lit up still when I got home and noticed the whole house was too.

 I got in the house and the first thing I noticed was that my sister had some of her friends over, the next thing I noticed, they had gotten into the bottle of whiskey I had in the cabinets, and they found my bondage video. It was the first one I bought, Harmony b-2,The Binding of Tammy; and at the time the only one in my collection. My good mood almost immediately evaporated, until Kathy appologized and said, "They were going to tie me up, and I told them they could watch the video to figure out how to do it good."

 I went back out to my car, and got a 100' package of blue parachute cord, I was dating a blond I really wanted to use it on first, Kathy's color would have been red; went back into the house with it and dumped it on the coffee table. Kathy took a look at it, and said, "Oh God, chute cord."

 There were two boys and a another girl her age, 16 at the time this happened, there. I went into the kitchen to get a knife to cut the cord up with, the girls, apparently decided they should try to run, but the boys caught them and pinned the girls to the floor. Kathy saw me coming back in, and I sat in the easy chair, cutiing off lengths of the cord, while the girls watched. Kathy said said shed help me tie her friend up if we let her up off the floor, and I told Kathy "You better do a good job, if she undoes one knot, you're getting tied up and tickled for a half hour." This incited the boys to tickle the girl they had pinned to confirm that they were ticklish, and pleas from the girls to stop, that they'd be good, and do whatever we wanted.

 Kathy started by pulling the filler material out of the cord, shesaid a flat cord won't mark you up as bad. I wanted to ask her how she knew this, she'd only been living with me for a week, and this was the first time since I moved out that I tied her up. She started by pulling Sue's elbows together behind her with a 10' length of cord, then tied Sue's wrists palm to palm. Sue wore a white blouse, jeans that she wore with the legs tucked into thick, white socks, and sneakers. Sue was a very small and thin girl, and her elbows nearly touched. Kathy wore a dark tank top and jeans. Kathy tied and cinched Sue's knees and ankles next.Kathy then laid Sue next to the coffee table, and tied Sue to onle leg of the table by a line that ran under her arms, and tied Sue's feet to another table leg.

 I was impressed with what Kathy knew, the last time I tied her was before I moved away, and she got loose in less than 5 minutes. Sue got an obiglitary tickling, and tried freeing herself. Leaving Sue in with the two boys, I pulled Kathy aside, and started giving her a lecture about going through my stuff. It was kind of my fault for not having it locked up, but it was entirely her fault for having gotten into it. From the living room came some yelling "Sue's getting loose!", and indeed it looked like Sue had kicked her feet free from the coffee table leg. What actually happened was Kathy's date untied Sue's feet just to get Kathy tied up. This was the same cretin who vanished when we handcuffed Kathy in my last Kathy story, which actually happened after this one chronologically.

 We were all still stoned to some degree or another, what proceeded Kathy said was like a bunch of monkeys f---ing a football. Finally an agreement was reached where I'd tie Kathy's hands, and her date would tie the rest of her, and administer the tickling. Tammy in her video had been gagged before her tickling segment, It was unanimous among the untied people present that the tied people should therefore be gagged. It wasnt until in hindsight I realized how stupid and dangerous this idea was. Drunks get naseous easy. If you must drink and tie, don't gag. In fact, if you must drink, don't tie; you probably won't do a very good job of it, or you might end up seriously hurting someone.

 At any ratewe tied Kathy up more or less according to her own specifications, we did tie her bare toes together with some of the filler material she pulled out of the cord, and she and her date had their fun, at least he did anyway.

 I finished picking up after their party, and after awhile the boys said they had to leave, leaving Sue and Kathy bound to my coffee table. I untied Sue, and let her go home, but left Kathy there, I even ran the ran the vacuum cleaner aound a bit, and used the round brush attachment to vacuum Kathy's feet and nose. It was only a little after midnight, aren't you glad you didn't live next door to me? 

I ungagged Kathy, and got her blanket and pillow from upstairs; and told her that since she like my bondagestuff so much, she could stay that way all night,and if I heard a word out of her I'd gag her again.She'd just started falling asleep when I got the last of the trash up, and untied her, before going to bed myself.

 When I woke up the next morning, she hadn't moved away from where I left her lying the night before; and she and I still disagree about whether or not I untied her before going to bed, I still honestly believe I did, she says she was tied up all night.

 This wasn't the first time I tied Kathy up,and wouldnt be the last. but there are only a few of these that actually stand out. We'll post what we can recall.

 Did I mention PennDot appreciates your patience? 

 Unfortunately, I'm not sure where you live so I cannot advise what times to chat in your locale. However, chats generally begin around 10pm GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) which translates to 9am in Aust (now that daylight savings practically here!) and early to late evening depending where you are in the USA.

 If you are still having trouble working all this out (believe me, its just as confusing for me too) try searching the Internet for sites with World time clocks and comparision tables - they will help you work out what the time is anywhere in the world.

 We chat most days. However, the most popular chats are always Thursday and Saturday nights beginning at 10pm GMT.

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 Hope this helps and looking forwards to seeing you in the chat sometime soon!

 BTW, Thanks for your great stories Jake and Woody. I really enjoyed them.

Germany 1982 – Training Helga

Coming soon…. The contest.

 Canuck: No offense, but I hate your new posting system. It was better before. You had to type 2000 words of less, but could type normally. Now, you can literally post the Bible, but you have to type in these annoying "p" and "br" things. I'll forget when I actually post another story, and the whole thing'll be screwed up. If you want to REALLY inprove it, get the old one back and just add a "spellcheck" thingie. I hate type-o's (well, not as much as I hate Ricky Martin, who should be set on fire). 
 

Sorry to bust your chops, Canuck. This site is great, and I just want to offer my opinion so it stays great. Gotta love that 1st Ammendment!
 

Like that "Sid" wrestler guy, I shall return. 'Ciao. 

We lived on a farm and were used to tying things in good knots. I will post some stories later. 

I also write fiction bondage stories. They are fantasy stories of women kidnapping men. I am in the process of making my own page. When it is done I will let you all know. 

I like what I read here, and hope the site continues for a long time. I know not everyone willthink that way, thou none of us.

Doug I can't wait to see the November 1st update of your adult story on your Knotbuster site. Great story, smooth and interesting.
Well keep writing, the stories are fine, and it is interesting there are so many folks from overseas. P.S thanks rocky for changing your name from woody. I had to change my web name once already, and like this one, it's easy to type.

I know, the old posting system was great, but that's only when it was working properly. There has been so many problems with it that I prefer to use dreambook's posting system, for now. The main reason I switched is because Internet Explorer users were not able to post stories anymore: since they represent about 60% of all Internet surfers, I thought we'd miss quite a lot of stories if I kept that system. I guess I'll check with Tripod to see if this bug has been fixed and see what I can do.

 By the way, your 1st amendment doesn't apply to this site. I'm Canadian, not American, remember? :)

 Everyone else: I'm glad to see that we have new posters. Thanks for your great stories.

 About the multiple copies of people's stories: well, that's one of the disadvantages of Dreambook's posting system. But I think it is much better to get the same posting twice than to have it disapear in Tripod's post eater! Anyway it's really easy for me to erase and edit posts, so I'll just do it more regularly.

 Vixen, welcome aboard! I'm looking forward to read your stories.

 Keep these stories and snapshots coming everyone!

But how did she tie you up? I think a lot of us would like to know.

 Thanks to newcomers, Ertfy, Violet and even Origpooh for turning up. Anyway, a great time was had by all (we even discussed bondage at times!!)

 Hoping to see a record turnout next Thursday

I think all of this started from growing up watching the TV show The Wild Wild West and imitating all the escapes. I must of been about 9 or 10 and my sisters were 6 years, 5 years, 3 years and 1 year older. Leslie, who's only a year older agreed to let me tie her up the next day. But she wanted Nancy, the oldest sister, to be there too in case anything went wrong. We asked Nancy if she would be home and she she was going to be. At first I wasn't sure how best to tie Leslie. So I had had her sit and lay against a tree in our backyard. I had her stretch her arms backward around the tree and started wrapping some rope around her wrist and tied it off. I then pulled the rope tightly, but not too tight, around to her other wrist and tied it also. I then tied her ankles together and told her to try to escape. 

Well, My first attempt at tieing someone didn't go to well. She was able to escape in about 10 minutes. Nancy was watching the whole scene and when Leslie was untieing her legs Nancy came out and said it was only fair that I was my turn to be tied. At the time I wasn't expecting that turn around, but I said it was OK. Together, they were much more successful at tieing me because I wasn't able to escape. They kept me tied for what seemed all afternoon, but was probably only an hour. 

That was the first of many times being tied up or tieing one of them. A few times even some of their friends played the game.

 Now I'm back...
I have been visiting Bob's Chat Room for the past couple of months and have been having a great time there. If any of you can find the time to stop in, I highly recommend it. The people there (You know who you are) are great, and especially inspirational...

 Case in point...

 Here I am after more than a year about to write the second of my childhood bondage adventures. A long time coming, and I hope worth the wait. Granted, I have not had the active childhood of some of you here, and that's my loss, but I hope you all enjoy my little additions to the archives. Good or bad, that is why we're here, afterall... 
It was that same summer (If any of you bothered to check the archives for my previous post, you'll know...but it's not required), though I'm not too sure how long after my adventure of being tied to the tree by Terry. She was over a lot, as my sister, Carol, had no real problem baby- watching us. I was 10, after all, and hardly a baby. Still, my parents obviously felt that I needed some type of supervision, and Carol was elected.

 It seems that as I remember it was a hot summer, and on that particular day in question, Terry and I were in the pool playing Sea Devils or some such, while my sister was laid out on the lawn working on her tan. In our backyard, which I thought was fairly large, my parents had a pool; the stand up, above ground type with walls barely three feet high, and the whole thing maybe 10 -12 feet in diameter. It was an ocean to me...or at least a lake, when I was growing up, and a lot of fun for me and my friends.

 Terry, a female friend from up the street and across as well was over for the day, and as I said, my 15 year old sister was watching us to make sure we did not do anything too abnormal or life threatening. Terry and I were in the pool, having a great time I thought, making waves and whirlpools to sink her Sea Devil dolls and all the little boats we had floating about. We started splashing a bit much I guess, as I heard my sister snap from her towel spread out nearby on the lawn for us to 'knock off the splashing'.

 Obviously that was the wrong thing to say as I quickly found every opportunity to send water cascading out of the pool and onto my sister. To her credit, she put up with my antics for quite a while before finally getting up and gathering her things, then stomping off in a huff. I was quite proud, being the bratty little brother and all, and I had managed to splash my sister several times in the process. Terry, of course, was on my side through all the splashing, laughing all the while, but I soon learned that her loyalties shifted with whoever had the upper hand.

 After awhile, my sister called through the window that Terry and I should get out of the pool and relax for awhile as she was going to bring us a mid-afternoon lunch. Terry and I got out of the pool and sprawled on the lawn, me lying on my belly (I remember that, and Terry sitting not far away with her feet near my head). We were talking when I heard the back screen door slam shut. I thought nothing of it of course; just my sister coming out with our lunch, but suddenly I felt a weight on my back as my sister plopped right down on top of me and began struggling to drag my arms behind me.

 I remember Terry jumping up and squealing in delight, sort of hopping from foot to foot as she tried to figure out what was going on. I struggled, craning my neck to look back at Carol who was efficiently binding my wrists behind my back with a length of clothesline. She was wrapping the rope around my wrists, doing a cross tie when she liked, and after a short bit of work, had the bindings knotted securely. I pulled and strained, but being a little kid, and still a novice to all of this, I quickly found that I was stuck. Of course I whined out something like 'Stop it', and 'What's going on?', but Carol ignored me and my plaintive cries, and spun about on my back to attack my feet.

 Carol told Terry to get her the rest of the rope which had gotten out of reach with my squirming, and Terry complied, giggling at this new game my sister was playing. Terry handed Carol the rope, and my sister proceeded to tie my ankles as deftly as she had my wrists in about half the time. She wasn't finished yet though, as she crawled off of my back, then drew my legs up to my wrists, telling Terry to hold them in place while she tied them off, binding me in a simple but effective hog-tie.

 I struggled, of course, and cursed at my sister in late sixties fashion, but for all my mouthings and effort I quickly realized that I was trapped. I remember begging and pleading for a bit at that point, as this was still pretty new to me, but I also remember feeling that same strange feeling that I had experienced when Terry had tied me to the tree. At the time I did not know why...but I liked this; the bondage, of course, but more importantly to me, the feeling of helplessness that washed over me then, knowing that I was bound and helpless while my sister and Terry were free to walk around and do whatever they pleased. I looked up at my sister then, wondering what was coming next with some anticipation...

 Carol rocked back onto her heels, having climbed off of me and kneeled at my side, and smirked. I don't know if it's wrong, but her face still pops into mind at that point, whenever I think of an evil woman gloating over a helpless man. She said something to the effect of 'I guess you won't be splashing anyone else today.', and with an evil laugh, stood up. She then placed her bare foot in the small of my back, and raised her arms in triumph, much to Terry's delight, as she was clapping and cheering at that point. My first real image of dominance, and I swear, a sight I'll take to my grave...

 At the time of course, I was too stupid to just lay back and enjoy, so I began thrashing around in my bonds, trying to get her grostesque foot off my back, and escape (Hah). I was too wrapped up to do little more than roll over onto my side, and after a while I conceded defeat and began to ask her sweetly to let me go. Not having Violet's big, brown, puppy-dog eyes (she'll know), Carol was unmoved, or actually moved to the point of keeping me quiet. She had Terry bring her a thin beach towel from the patio, then knelt back down and, ignoring my pleas, stuffed a corner deeply into my mouth. She then held up my head while she wrapped the towel 'round and 'round, several turns, taking care not to cover my nose, but crossing my eyes as well. She finally tucked her corner into the towel mask/gag/blindfold, stuffing it in to prevent it slipping free, and laughed at my final helplessness as I grunted and 'mmmphed', totally at her mercy.

 With a quick slap on my butt to seal my fate, Carol got up and she and Terry went into the house for a time. They weren't gone long, but I struggled with my bonds all the while, trying desperately to get loose, but making no progress at all. It was not too long before they came back out (and Carol assured me later that she was watching me through the window the entire time), and sat down on either side of me to have their lunch. They chatted, both ignoring me, and about me as I lay their between them, and it drove me crazy. Before too long, Terry, who I knew was on my right from her voice, slipped her feet under my arms and rested them on my back, thus sparking another fetish to blazing...

 They kept me like that for an hour or so, getting back in the pool after a bit and splashing me as they saw fit...Carol got her revenge, and then some. After some time, they flipped me over onto my back, as I was apparently starting to sizzle in the summer sun. No one ever asked why my body was sunburned later, but my head was not (remember the towel wrapped around my head), and no one noticed the white stripes around my wrists, though they were quite evident to me. Needless to say, I wore shoes and socks to cover my ankles for a time afterwards. In all, I was bound and gagged for over three hours, and I loved every minute of it.

 As Carol and Terry untied me later, my sister said that I better not tell our folks, or I would get worse the next time (Next Time?!). She told Terry to keep it secret too, I guess. I suppose adults at the time would have thought it strange to say the least. I never said a word, and I have to admit that I looked at my sister in awe after that. Terry had been the first to tie me up, and I would always remember that, but Carol was the one who taught me to enjoy it, and would teach me a few more times before we both grew up and drifted apart. 
 

So there you have it...My second bondage experience growing up. I will confess that it was some 25 years ago, and somewhat sketchy, and thus embellished here and there, but for the most part (99%), it is as I remember. As I mentioned, the one thing that definately sticks out in my mind was my sister putting her foot defiantly on my back...That one action opening my eyes to this lifestyle of bondage that we all love so much. I'll probably never get the balls to tell her so in person, but I do thank her and love her for it. That one thing (past Terry's binding me in the previous post) changed my life forever.

 But enough of that. Hope you all liked the story, and feel free to rip it apart as you see fit. Just remember, I'm not here to set a standard, or make a point...I'm here, just like you, to share my stories, and enjoy others...
'Cuz we live for this stuff... 
Take care,

 See you in the Chat...
 

Curt