the reason that 'childhood' no longer appears here is because Canuck's site was turning up in some search engines, leading several people to click on it in the erroneous belief it was an ordinary (story) site for kids. One of these people complained and said the title was misleading (?!?)

Anyway, Canuck did not want his site coming to the attention of the authorities, so he responded to his concerns by deleting the word, 'Childhood.'

The bottom line is that it is still a place where ADULTS can post stories about their chldhood experiences as children or teenagers.

Hope this clears up any confusion.

Mason: Thanks for making my policy clear!

Mitch, if you're asking how long I've played them with the usual suspects, then the answer is this: from when I was 10 through 15; these were our "prime years", for lack of a better term. Life, and it's various responsibilities and interests, helped bring this era to a close. And I have no regrets about that. It was fun while it lasted, and I have some great memories.

Karen and I continued to play these games exclusively between us after the gang disbanded. And she and I still manage to have fun with ropes from time to time today. BTW: I'm still in touch with my cousins, as well as Becca and Jim.

I don't know how many--if any--of my later teenhood stories I will post here, since by that time, Karen and I were going steady and the games took on a much more different meaning. I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.

Beth Anne and I wound up hanging out with them the night before the wedding. As it turned out, once my wife gave her a chance, they enjoyed each other's company, so much so that the four of us were almost inseparable the next day, through the ceremony and the reception. After the reception, the four of us went upstairs to get changed. We stopped off in their room to relax and talk for a while. My wife and I sat on a loveseat near the window, while my brother sat on the edge of the bed rubbing Trish's feet. Trish had worn a black mini skirt and jacket, but she had taken off the jacket when we got to the room, and as she lay on her back on the bed, she was almost bursting out of her white blouse. Still, I was (and am) a leg man, and I couldn't help but sneak occasional glances at her shapely legs in her sheer, dark nylons as my brother rubbed her feet while we talked.

We were all a little drunk, and therefore a little less inhibited than we might have otherwise been, when my wife remarked about the headboard. It was a colonial style oak headboard, arched across the top, with vertical spindles spaced about three inches apart. My wife's admiration of the headboard came so far out of the blue that both my brother and Trish looked at her, confused.

"What are you talking about?" Trish asked her.

My wife smiled knowingly and got up out of her seat and went over to the bed. She climbed up on the mattress and scooted toward the middle. Trish had to move out of her way as Beth Anne positioned herself in the middle of the mattress, laying back and reaching her arms over her head and grasping two of the spindles of the headboard about three feet apart.

"It's perfect," Beth Anne said.

My brother smiled, obviously understanding, and enjoying, my wife's reference to being tied spread-eagled to the bed, but Trish didn’t quite get the whole picture.

"Don't you ever play with neckties?" my wife asked her.

Trish laughed nervously, but in a moment we were off on a discussion of the various uses of neckties, especially as they might pertain to colonial style headboards. We could tell Trish was intrigued.

A little while later, my brother decided he wanted to go downstairs to the bar to get a couple beers to bring back to the room. As soon as he left, Trish jumped up and went over to the chair where he had tossed his suit jacket and tie. "Come on, you guys," she said as she went back to the bed. "Hurry up before he gets back."

"With what?" I asked.

Trish positioned herself on the bed just as Beth Anne had done earlier. She laid back and touched the spindles with her fingertips and then held out my brother's necktie to my wife. "I want Gary to find me tied to the bed when he gets back," she said to Beth Anne. "Hurry up."

I knew Trish was drunk, but I couldn't resist the invitation to tie this beautiful girl to the bed. I jumped up, not needing to be asked twice. Beth Anne went to the far side of the bed and took the necktie from Trish, who quickly adjusted her position and tugged the at the hem of her mini skirt, which had crept up a bit, exposing more of her shapely thighs. As I removed my own necktie, Trish held out her wrists to each of us, Beth Anne tying her left as I tied her right. Once we secured them to the headboard, Trish tugged a little at her bonds, and giggled with excitement.

"Now, go," she said, still laughing. "You can't be here when he finds me."

It was difficult to leave the room with this beautiful girl in this predicament. I wished I could have stayed a while to enjoy the view, but my wife hurried me out of the room and, once in the hall, she pulled the door closed behind us. As we headed back to our room, we passed my brother, who was returning with a beer in each hand. He seemed disappointed that we were leaving.

"We left you a little present in your room," I told him. "Enjoy." And with that my wife and I hurried back to our room for a little game of our own.

The next morning, as Beth Anne and I ate breakfast in the restaurant downstairs, Gary and Trish came in. My brother stood behind my chair, and placed his hands on my shoulders. "Remind me to buy you a beer later," he said. He smiled at Beth Ann and then leaned over and whispered, "Or maybe I should just return the favor."

I looked over at Beth Ann, who clearly hadn't heard his comment. "You're staying over another night, right?" I asked him.

He nodded, and our pact was sealed.

(I'll save that for my next posting.)

In October you said your son and his friend were going to tie you and his mother up Saturday and that you would relate the details to us here. Did that ever come about. I, as I'm sure many here would love to here that tale.

A few weeks ago I was cleaning Josh's room after he went back to his mother's and came across an 8mm tape in his closet. I got our camcorder and I turned it to VCR mode and decided to see if the tape was blank or if I had used it. When I turned the tape on Josh was checking the camera to see if it was working. He had set it on a living room shelf. I could tell he was trying to conceal it because he was putting things around it to hide it then checking to see if he had a clear shot of video taping our sofa. I was really baffled at why he was doing this. Then the tape shut off.

The next part of the tape came on and I could hear my wife (new wife not exwife) coming in the house from work. Both my wife and I work and we leave Josh home when we are at work. He never seems to get into too much trouble. Anyway on the tape Josh turns the recorder on and I could see him hurry to sit back down in the living room before Ann came in.

My wife entered the room and said hi to Josh and asked what he had been up to. They sat there and chit-chatted for a few minutes. My wife is really good with him but always seemed to try a little too hard. Whenever I would discipline him she would always be the softy and wanted me to take it easy on him. The conversation turned to what he did that day and one of the things he said is they watched a show on an escape artist. My wife told him there is always a trick to all of these shows. I think that she thought he might try something dangerous and was trying to cut him off before he did try something.

At that point Josh told Ann that if it was all just a trick maybe she'd like to try to escape. I was floored when Ann agreed to it. Josh jumped up and ran out of the room. He came back with some rope, I don't know where he got it from I'd never seen it before. He told Ann to sit on the edge of the sofa and turn her back toward him and put her hands behind her back. She did and he tied her wrists behind her. I could tell he was tying tight because she grunted a couple of times as he pulled on the rope.

After her hands were tied he told her to lay on her stomach on the sofa. He then tied her ankles together. She was wearing a blouse, skort and flats so it wasn't like she was dressed scantily or anything. He tied her ankles together and then ran another rope through her wrist ties and back through her ankle ties. He pulled the rope tight and left her in a fairly tight hogtie. She said something about the ropes being to tight and he told her he didn't want to make it easy on her.

He disappeared again and came back with what looked like a roll of colored duct tape only it wasn't sticky. I'd also never seen that before. He wrapped that around Ann's eyes about a dozen times. She protested and asked him what he was doing. He didn't answer her and then told her to open her mouth. He had what looked like a big cork and stuffed it into her mouth. (I found out later that was the top to his piggy bank)Then he wrapped some more of the tape around it to hold the cork in. She started to try and say something to him but there was no way she could talk.

He said "OK try and escape, I'll give you 15 minutes." Josh disappeared off the tape but I could still hear him in the room watching. Ann started to struggle but there was no way she was going to get free. All the knots were tied so she couldn't get to them. He'd obviously either done this before or thought about it a lot. She rolled around on the sofa for the 15 minutes. She struggled so hard her shoes both came off and she was barefoot. At that time Josh came over and asked if she'd had enough. She nodded furiously. Josh said "OK I win." At that point he started to tickled the bottoms of her feet running his fingers across her soles. Ann hates to be tickled and threatens me whenever I try. I knew she was very ticklish but had never really tried to push it. He was relentless, almost mean. He had to hold her on the sofa because she was bucking and screaming so much. After about ten minutes of constant tickling he disappeared again and returned with a cup of ice. He started rubbing that on her barefeet. This also drove her crazy. After about five minutes of this he shut off the tape with her still tied, blindfolded and gagged.

Josh has gone back to his mother's house. I confronted my wife about this and she swears she didn't know anything about the tape. I told her the tape wasn't really the point, why did she let Josh tie her up? She said it was harmless fun, Josh likes to tie people up and it wasn't like it was a sexual thing. Then I found out, and this really floored me, he had tied her up before. She said one Saturday when I was gone he tied her to a lawn chair on our deck and once to a kitchen chair. She swears he has never touched her in a sexual way but just to tickle her.

I went to our computer and checked a couple of Josh's bookmarks on the browser. They were innocently named but led to bondage sites. I really don't know what to think. Ann didn't really seem to mind and I don't think it's a sexual thing for her. I think she is just trying too hard again. I'm pretty sure it's a sexual thing for him though. What really pissed me off the most is that I was kind of jealous. She never lets me tickle her. We've done bondage before but I would have loved to be the one to tie her up and tickle her. To make it worse and I really hate to admit this, but I'm kind of turned on by the whole thing.

At this point I'm not sure what to think. She doesn't want me to say anything to him about it because it will embarrass him. Any comments or suggestions?

I read your comments with great interest. Certainly a very interesting situation but also very potentially dangerous as well.

I agree with Feehan, It has the potential to get out of control. Therefore, my advice is the same. Those games have to stop. If they were completely non-sexual, that would be OK. But since it is obviously such a sexual thing for your son, I have to say that they really should cease. He needs to find others in his own age group with whom he can play with.

As far as being turned on, no problem there, as Feehan says. Have a heart-to-heart with your wife, be honest and tell her that it turned you on, what kind of things turn you on, then ask her what SHE likes before asking for anything. She will respect you for your obvious candour and honesty. The bottom line is giving her pleasure too. The last thing most women want is to feel used.

About your son... I have no idea what to say. I don't know any of you well enough to make any definitive comments. Generally, get your wife to have a chat with him before having a talk with him. Yahh, he will be embarrassed at first (there is no getting around that) since society does unfortunately deem "bondage" to be socially unacceptable. I won't go into detail why, we all know that!

What I will say is that there is nothing wrong with his desires; they are perfectly normal. Let him know that, first of all. If bondage was so abnormal, how come there are seemingly a million and one websites devoted to the subject? Books, magazines, videos too... You name it, its there.

Therefore, as I said, let him know that there is nothing wrong about his wanting to tie up the opposite sex. However, make it clear that is is ONLY wrong when it is NOT consensual. There is a great deal of TRUST involved in letting somebody else tie you up, even more so in some ways than 'vanilla' or straight sex, for the very good reason that bondage is all about restraint. Once you are bound, that is fair dinkum it. He or she is helpless and very much in the other's power. (that what makes it so attractive to so many! he he)

There are some very good websites dealing with these safety and emotional issues in case you are interested. The "Joy of Sex" by Alex Comfort also has an excellent chapter on bondage.

Anyway, good luck and I hope it all works out well for you.

Feel free to e-mail me if you wish.

We had sat around one day and agreed we wanted to give two of our friends gag gifts. One had a foot fetish, so I suggested that we shoot a five minute music video of Dana's feet. The other knew I was into bondage and loudly denounced it as "sick", so naturally we decided to do a bondage music video for him.

We started with the foot video. I suggested as an extra gimmick, that Dana be gagged during that video. She happily consented, so I ripped a strip of white duct tape off and put it over her mouth. Using the Stripper for our song, I set up the video camera and started rolling. She had a lot of fun with this and can even be seen to grin under the gag. That whole thing took less than five minutes before fade out. Then came time to tie her up.

I used the roll of white tape I had used to gag her. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and a red T-Shirt. I taped her wrists behind her back, winding the tape around three times. I wrapped tape around her ankles. Then I got an idea. She had particularly nice breasts, so I wrapped tape around her waist right under the breasts. I was going to do so above the breasts, but I was running out of tape, so I used three strips to gag her instead, making an x. She tested her bonds and couldn't budge them. I turned on the camera and chose a particularly long song, Celine Dion's Power of Love (the guy hates Celine as well). She writhed around for the whole six minutes, moaning and doing her best to get loose, but to no avail. When the song was done, I turned off the camera, looked down at her, and told her I was going to rewind the tape first. I admit I didn't want her untied right away. She groaned as I pushed rewind. After a few seconds, I finally bent down and started undoing her legs. I decided to untie her without scissors, so it took a few minutes. Last thing to go off was her gag. She gave me a look, but later admitted she kinda liked it. We had a good laugh watching the video, picturing the look on our friends' faces, which naturally turned out to be worth it. Unfortunately, this was the last time I tied her up. Our friendship came to an end a few months later over an argument concerning her cat.

I don't feel qualified to offer any advice to you, Chuck, other than to agree with what's already been said.

Well, having said all of that, I'd like to add that I still like this site and am glad it's here. Thanks to all the posters.

My wife, Beth Ann, and I spent Sunday (the day after my sister's wedding) visiting with my family, but we headed back to our room somewhat early that evening for what my wife expected would be a romantic final evening in Vermont. We relaxed for a while when I offered to go downstairs and get a bottle of wine from the bar. I watched as my wife removed from her suitcase the red satin sleepshirt that I had bought for her at Victoria's Secret.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," I told her.

On my way to the bar, I tapped on the door to my brother's room. His girlfriend, Trish, actually answered.

"Does she have any idea?" Trish asked me.I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"Not a clue," I told her.

Behind her I saw my brother, Gary, with a small bundle under his arm. I could tell he had done some preparation for our little prank. As we planned, I headed for the bar to get the wine. When I came back, I was to wait in their room until they finished.

When Trish tapped on our door, my brother stepped out of view just beyond the doorway. "Beth Ann," Trish called. "You got a second?"

Trish opened the door just a few inches and then invited Trish in, just for a moment, Beth Ann told her, because we were planning a romantic evening, just the two of us.

"That's kind of why I'm here," Trish told her. When Beth Ann appeared confused, Trish told her that Gary had made a deal with me to return the favor from last night when we left her tied to the bed. Before Beth Ann could say anything, my brother came into the room with his little bundle tucked under his arm.

"Wait a minute, you guys," Beth Ann said.

My brother ignored her. "Where do you want it, Beth?" he asked her. He looked around the room. "We have a nice chair, a sofa, and then there's always the bed."

"Dan is in on this?" Beth Ann asked them.

"It was his idea," Trish assured her.

My brother set his bundle on the corner of the bed and approached Beth Ann with the necktie I had used to tie Trish's wrist to the headboard the night before. "In front or behind?" he asked Beth Ann.

Trish reached out and took my wife's wrists and started to pull them behind her. "Behind," Trish said. "She's done this before, and we don't want her to get loose before Dan gets back."

My wife didn't resist. In fact, she admitted to me later that she was excited by this little prank. Trish held Beth Ann's wrists behind her back as Gary wrapped the necktie snugly around them and tied it off. They turned her around and sat her down on the love seat in front of the window. Trish went over to the bed and returned with the other necktie. She kneeled down and tied it around Beth Ann's crossed ankles. (That's a sight I wish I could have witnessed, Trish tying Beth Ann's ankles!)

At that point, Beth Ann assumed they would leave her, but my brother, who had been a master of tie up games when we were kids, had more in store for her. He had gone out to the hardware store that afternoon and purchased 100 feet of cotton rope. He hadn’t produced it earlier because he wanted to have Beth Ann restrained first with the silk ties. But now, as he unwrapped the package of rope, Beth Ann began to grow concerned. Still, she was helpless at this point to resist.

"Hey, wait a minute," she said.

My brother tossed a roll of duct tape to Trish, and she tore off a piece about 4 inches long. Beth Ann's eyes grew wide, but still she did not resist too much as Trish applied the tape to her mouth and then pressed it down tight against her cheeks.

"Let's get her over to the chair," my brother said to Trish. The two of them helped her hop a few feet over to the wooden desk chair near the small desk in the corner. They carefully sat her down, positioning her tied wrists behind the back of the chair. With the 100 feet of rope they secured her to the chair, wrapping it first several times around her torso, both above and below her breasts. They then ran the rope under the chair and tied it a few times over her bare thighs. Finally, they wrapped it around her bound ankles and up to her wrists, tying it off.

With that, they left the room, and found me waiting impatiently.

When I returned to my room, I was surprised by what I found. I had expected to find Beth Ann tied to the headboard with a pair of silk ties, just as we had tied Trish the night before. I was delighted and aroused to find her in her current predicament, tape gagged and bound to the chair with a pair of silk ties and 100 feet of cotton rope. She mumbled through the tape gag when she saw me, and once I confirmed that she was okay, I sat on the edge of the bed and admired the view as she struggled in vain to free herself.

I cannot write about what followed in this forum. Suffice it to saw that Beth Ann spent a good portion of the evening in her bonds.

Note: I have other stories with Beth Ann, including one that ended with her our neighbor tied in her basement, if you're interested.

Anyway, onto the tale.
I was walking down the street in my neighborhood, killing time before I went home. I'll only go home before I'd supposed to if I've been shot. So, I'm walking, and suddenly, this kid, with two buds, comes up to me. He couldn't have been older than 12 and was really short; he came up to about my chest. The two boys with him were a tad taller and about a year or two older. Now, this kid starts insulting me....ME, an 18 year old almost double his height! He called me "gay", a "wuss", said I was "poor; where'd ya get your clothes, the garbage?"

Now, I don't get my jollies from beating up kids, and boy, was he ASKING for a broken jaw. But I figure, I'll be mature, and just went on my way. The punk kid ran ahead.

Ahead were more of his pals (maybe 3), all boys, and this 12 year old dark blonde girl. The girl's wrists were bound to the front of her ankles with brown packing tape, and she was hopping around in a bent over position to get free. She wore the standard t-shirt and jeans.

At the punk kid's command, they pushed her, threw dirt at her, and even spat at her. But, when the punk kid actually kicked the defensless girl in the butt, I'd taken enough from the arrogant S.O.B.

I asked him to stop. Twice. He said,"Whatcha gonna do? Huh? Huh?" With that, he shoved me. I wobbled a little. I thought, what, is this kid suicidal?

I told him to take his best shot, and he stood back and did; a kick aimed at my groin. Too bad I caught his foot and shoved him down. He snarled and ran at me; I shoved him back. When he came at me again, this time with a stick, I'd had all I could stand. I lost control of my anger, grabbed the punk, and threw him about four feet into a corner garbage can, knocking both over.

He and his pals looked at me in horror. His lip bleeding and his ribs probably hurting like hell, he ran like a sissy, his pals following. I untaped the girl. She said ,"Thanks, mister", chuckling, and giving me a "damsel to knight in shining armor" look. Still puzzled at the punk's guts and stupidity, and maybe a little regretful (maybe), I went on my merry way.

THE FRICKIN' END.
Like any good infection, I shall return. 'Ciao.