On a far less serious note, I'd like to say that I liked these last few stories.

I once again thank the people for their comments and suggestions. To Virtual, I can say that this is not a sexual or sensual thing. This is strictly a parent-child thing. At this point, I am only indulging him in his adolescent imagination. If there were any indications that there were sexual desires on his part, I would absolutely put a stop to it. Perhaps, if my son was somewhat older, I could understand all of this in a sexual nature. But right now, there have been no signs of this. 

As an update, I have asked my sister and friend over to my home on Saturday to help me with the promise that I made to Rob. Both Lori and Kathy said they could, but Kathy said she wouldn’t be able to come over until around 3:00 PM. I met Kathy at the gym last night and mentioned that I had a feeling that Rob also wanted to be tickled while being tied up. I didn’t know if she was serious or not, but she did say that it seemed tempting. I told her my concern about this, and that I wasn’t sure about it. But also, that I may allow it for a short time so he could know what it’s like. 

She suggested making a challenge to him. We would tie him up and if he escapes with in a certain amount of time, I would take him to a movie that he wants to see. If he doesn’t escape, then he would be tickled. I think I can agree to that. But I will still take him to the movie if he didn’t escape -- After all, it is Christmas time. 

Thank you everyone for putting up with me on this. I know that everyone’s comments are sincere and honest. 

If I were you, I would wean your son off of playing these games with you and your sister. Tie-up games will probably be an enjoyable part of his life. They are for about 30% of the population. But he needs to start socializing with others in his age group. 

Send him to the school dance, and encourage him to spend more time with friends. Encourage him to go out for sports or some other activity where he meets other kids. 

While education plays a significant role in one's success, social skills play an even larger role and generally determine one's happiness as an adult. That is why it is so important for him to learn to relate well to others that are on his level. Spending too much time with adults at his age impedes the development of these skills. 

Yes, it's probable that if he spends enough time with peers of his own age group, that there will be some tie-up games. But they will almost certainly be concensual, and there is nothing wrong with such games when everyone playing enjoys the game. Those who abuse such games are children who have been abused and have already shown cruelity in other aspects of their life, such as how they handle pets. From what you told us, your son does not have these characteristics, so I don't believe that you have anything to fear. 

As a mother, you are great! I wish there were more like you. However your son might be clinging too tight to your apron strings right now for his own good. 

No, I am not a controlling person. I do admit to being protective though. I am very aware that I can not always be there for him too. He does have his friends and he does socialize quite often with them, both at school and after school. Most weekends, he spends time with them. But since we live in a condominium complex, and there are not any children his age here, he will either be at their homes or spend time at one of the parks. He also has gotten into some innocent trouble, just like any 12 year old would, but fortunately nothing serious. 

As far as my sister and friend are concerned? They both would be considered surrogate mothers. Rob has grown up his entire life knowing his aunt, and has known Kathy for as long as I have, 5 years. He is very close to them, and is very comfortable with them, as I am as well. You mentioned that since my friend won't show up until later and that she may not want to participate. I can honestly say that yes, she does. However, I do not expect her to schedule her life and responsibilities to revolve around me and my life. If you read my first posting, you'll see that it was Kathy who really pushed me into this. She has motivated me and has been supportive of the actions. 

To Sex Offender 

It must have been a terrible experience for what your family did to you. I am sorry to read of the resulting consequences. You made it sound if those experiences were totally against your will. If true, then yes, I would be in complete agreement with you. What I have been participating in, has been solely asked for by my son. Believe me, I would have never come up with ideas like this myself. When he first asked to tie me up, I told him that things like this were not right. But his persistence led me in to these "games". He respects my desire to not wanting to be tied up since we have talked about this. Even though I do not understand his urge to wanting to be tied up, I will accept these desires in him. 

Also, because his father and me do not live together, does not mean that he doesn’t have male companionship. He is on the phone with his father at least one time a week and spends six weeks a year with him. If his father and us were not half way across the country, then he would spend more time together. 

I first wrote to this forum hoping to get comments, advice, suggestions, advice and som reassurance. I have received all. However, it now seems that I must defend my actions. 

There were some here who responded to you who would not be capable of giving out advice under the best of circumstances, and I think you know who those are. 

Good luck with you son. It sounds like he is on the right path already, and that you should be proud of him and yourself. I hope some of our comments helped.

 Often, the sight for the tying was in my treehouse. The lower level was just a platform about fifteen feet above the ground. The second level was enclosed and was accessible through a hatch in the floor. 

One afternoon when we were in 7th grade, Robby and I sat in the treehouse after school trying to decide how to spend the afternoon. My next door neighbor was a cute brunette named Jennifer. She was also in 7th grade, and she was thin and pretty with straight brown hair down past her shoulders, which made her one of our favorite victims when we played our tie up game. 

That afternoon, as we sat in the treehouse, Robby spotted Jennifer walking home from school. We all got out at the same time, but she had stopped off at a friend's house on the way home from the bus stop. We saw her from way off in the distance, and we decided it would be fun to coax her up into the tree house and tie her up. She always cut across the corner of my yard when she walked home from the bus stop, so we would have a chance. 

Already on the second floor of the treehouse was an old rumpled grocery bag of assorted ropes and the white cloth we used as the blindfold during our games of hide and seek. 

As Jennifer drew closer, I vividly remember the disappointment in Robby's voice when he said: "Oh, no. She's wearing a dress." 

To me, that was a bonus, but Robby figured that if Jennifer was dressed up, she was less likely to be willing to play. When he suggested that, I told him that if she didn't want to play, we would just convince her. 

"How?" he asked. 

I picked up the bag of rope and held it up and he smiled. 

When Jennifer began to cut across my yard, Robby and I stood up and poked our heads out the window and called down to her, inviting her to come up. 

"I can't," she said. "I have to go home and get changed." 

At that, we teased her about being prissy, and to prove us wrong, she climbed up to the platform below us. I climbed down and asked her if she would like to play hide-and-seek with us, and again she said she would have to go home and change first, but she would afterwards. The dress she wore was a flowered mini-dress that went about halfway to her knees, and she was wearing tan colored nylons and white shoes. She had nice legs, and I had tied her up many times before in shorts, but I had never tied up a girl that was dressed up, and I couldn't resist the opportunity. I tried to convince her to play just one round, but she wanted to go home and change. She said she would be right back. 

At that point, Robby, who was peering down through the hatch in the floor above us, dropped down a length of rope that landed on her shoulder. She seemed to sense what we were up to and she started for the ladder, but I grabbed her first. I pulled her wrists behind her back and wrapped the rope around them. 

"Come on, you guys," she said. I don't want to get my dress dirty." She didn’t really seem to mind getting tied up. She was only concerned about ruining her dress, so we assured her we wouldn't mess it up. 

Once I had her wrists tied behind her, Robby dropped another piece of rope and I wrapped that around her chest and arms and tied it off. I asked Robby to toss me the blindfold, and when he did, I turned her around so her back was to me. But instead of blindfolding her, I surprised her by pulling it between her teeth and gagging her with it. She wasn't expecting it, so it went into her mouth easily and I tied it off into a nice cleave gag. Robby handed me one more piece of rope, which I used to bind her ankles together. She was completely helpless, and she mumbled her displeasure through the gag. 

"Let's get her up there," I told Robby. 

"How?" he asked. "She can't climb." 

I told him to drop down one length of the thick rope (which was a hemp rope about a half-inch in diameter). It was a long piece and very strong that we used to haul things up into the treehouse that we couldn't carry up the ladder. Trussed up as she was, Jennifer was just such a package. I wrapped the rope around her chest several times just below her small breasts and inside her arms so it went only around her torso. Then I knotted it off in front of her. Robby held the other end of the rope and when he saw I was ready, he straddled the hatch and began taking up the slack. We didn’t want to hurt Jennifer, so to be safe, I bent down and lifted her up, sort of a shoulder carry, hugging her around the knees, while Robby pulled her up. I'll never forget the sensation of holding her legs as we hoisted her up. When he got her up high enough I grabbed the soles of her shoes and helped to push her the rest of the way. Being a typical 13-year-old boy, I couldn't resist peeking up her dress, and noticing her white panties. 

The truth was, we hadn't planned this out beyond tying her up. Personally, I just wanted to sit there and watch her try to get loose. 

When we played the tie up game, we had some rules to make things fair. The first rule was that you could never tie the person's wrists together behind them, a rule we had already broken with Jennifer. In the game, the captive was supposed to be able to escape eventually, the idea was just to delay them long enough for everyone to hide. That meant using A LOT of rope to secure their arms to their sides and lash them to the tree trunk, which Jennifer was leaning against now. Her position against the tree trunk, and the abundance of rope at our disposal provided the obvious answer to what to do next. 

"Well," I said to Robby. "We have a lot more rope." 

At that point, Jennifer began to protest through her thick gag and kick her bound feet, pushing the bag away. Robby grabbed the hemp rope, which was already tied around her torso, and began to lash her to the tree trunk. It was a very long piece of thick rope, so by the time he was finished, her upper body was almost completely mummified. I was always a leg man (still am), and I set myself to the task of binding her slender legs. Since she had been standing when I originally tied her ankles, they weren't as secure as I liked, so I untied them, crossed them, and retied them more effectively. The next piece of rope went around her knees, and I wrapped it around several times, both above and below the knees. I took another piece of rope and tied one end around her ankles and looped the other end around a tree trunk that protruded through the other end of the floor. I pulled it tight so that her legs were completely extended. When I did that, her bottom slid forward slightly and her dress rode up again, and she squealed into her gag out of embarrassment. Robby, always the gentleman (I think he was a little embarrassed, too) reached down and adjusted it again. 

I grabbed another length of rope and kneeled down, straddling her bound legs. "I'll fix that," I assured Jennifer. And I began to wrap the length of rope around her upper thighs, just below her buttocks, binding the hem of her dress to them. It was a lame excuse to wrap more rope around her legs, but it also assured her that we weren't going to peek at her underpants while she was tied up. 

At that point, she was trussed up so completely and so well that using any more rope (yes, there was plenty more) would have been overkill. So Robby and I stood up and admired our work, faced with the same dilemma of what to do now. We sat there for a moment, admiring our victim struggling in vain to free herself, when Robby's mother pulled up in her car and honked her horn. Jennifer started to yell through her gag, so I quickly clamped my hand over mouth to silence her. Robby's mother could not see inside, so she was unaware of Jennifer's predicament. She was going shopping and wanted Robby to come with her, and even though Robby argued, she insisted. I know he wanted desperately to stay. He started to climb down and I removed my hand from Jennifer's mouth and began to follow him. Jennifer pleaded through her gag for me not to leave her. 

"Just be quiet. I'll be right back," I whispered to her. "I just want to talk Mrs. Ritter into letting Robby stay." 

She pleaded again through her gag, but I assured her I would only be a second. 

"Now what?" she muttered through her gag. 

It was a good question. Since I couldn't leave her, and I couldn't just sit there and watch her, I decided to untie her. I started with the gag and the minute I removed it, she said: "You guys are in so much trouble. If my dress is ruined you're dead." 

"If it is," I assured her, "I'll buy a new one for you." I had no idea what a dress cost, but I had my money from mowing lawns and whatever it might cost, I was sure it was worth it. 

"You're still dead," she said. 

At that point, I straightened up and said: "Well, if I'm dead anyway, maybe I should just leave you like this." And I sat down opposite her, leaning against the tree trunk that her feet were lashed to. I was actually sitting on the rope that stretched from her ankles to the tree, and I put the cloth that had been her gag in my lap to hide the fact that I was completely aroused over the sight of her bound before me. 

"Do you think you could get loose?" I asked her. 

She worked to free her wrists, but there was just too much rope. "Untie me!" she demanded. 

"So you can't get loose?" I asked her. 

"No." 

"Okay then," I said. "I'll untie you on one condition." 

"What?" she asked. 

"If I untie you,…" I waited, deciding exactly how to phrase it. 

She got impatient. "Come on!" she pleaded impatiently. 

"If I untie you, you have to promise to come right back after you get changed so we can play some more." 

She thought about it for a minute. "Just let me go!" she insisted. 

"You have to promise or I won't untie you," I told her. 

"Okay!" she finally conceded. 

And for good measure, I threw in: "And when you change, put on shorts." 

She frowned at me. "You pervert," she said. Then she smiled. 

It took me quite a while to untie her. I started with the hemp rope that lashed her to the tree, mostly so I could steal glimpses of her bound legs. I took my time, and I think she knew it, and when I finally untied her wrists, she stood up and inspected her dress, which was dirty but not ruined. And she squatted down and lifted the hatch to leave. 

"Don't forget your promise," I reminded her, knowing it was a longshot. 

"Yah, right," she said as she left. 

From up in the treehouse, I watched her pick up her books, which she had left at the base of the ladder, and walk home. 

I was still in the treehouse a half-hour later when I saw her returning, wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of Daisy Duke style cut off shorts. 

That was the beginning of a number of tie up games with Jennifer. From that point on, they didn’t even have to be disguised as hide-and-seek, which we agreed was just a thinly veiled excuse to tie each other up. We still played the game with our friends, but more and more, Jennifer and I would play privately as well. 

Germany 1982 – The bet

For those interested in the earlier parts of this story, look in the archives, mainly the July, August and October versions.Let’s continue with the story…

No, I was not offended by your post. I trust that you understand my desire not to let my son tie me up. I hope that with my prior posts and this one, you will have a better understanding. 

And thank you Charlie B for your support and kind words. Yes, I do believe my son is on the right path to adulthood. Although, I still wished that he’d find another activity to occupy himself. I do not consider myself a monster or of being cruel in obliging my son in these activities, as some may think We are both very open and we do talk a lot. However, just like every parent, I’m sure there are things that he hasn’t or won’t tell me. He is a good and smart boy. And I do trust his judgment in what is right and wrong. I just feel that if, and I repeat IF, these games continue, that they should be of a persons own free will. It is not my choice to be tied up. My son understands this, I believe. 

On Saturday morning during breakfast, we talked about his fascination about being tied up. I asked him what were his plans for the day after he cleaned his room. He was being coy and said he was going over to a friends house and probably go to the mall, but that "he really didn’t know." Playing into his game, I asked "I thought you wanted me to tie you up later? Don’t you still want me to?" He said "Oh Yeah, if you want to," making it sound like it’s my idea. That’s when he asked me, "Mom, you don’t like tying me up, do you?" That’s when I sat down and told him No, I didn’t, but that I knew that it made him happy. I told him that as he gets older, he’ll find out that sometimes he will have to do things that he doesn’t like or doesn’t agree with, but he’ll do them anyway because it makes others happy. That’s when he said, "I love you, Mom." WOW......did I ever feel great. 

I asked Rob what was it about being tied up that he likes so much and he admitted that it’s fun and adventurous to him. He told me that he likes the challenge of the escape. Yes, I’m sure that it is a challenge. He also told me that he doesn’t want to ask any of his friends to do this, because he thinks they will think he’s strange. I thought this a good sign and was very relieved. He went on to tell me that he liked his Aunt Lori and Kathy tying him up too, because he knows they aren’t going to hurt him. That’s when I asked, "even if they tickled you?" He said "Yeah, that just adds to the challenge." I told him "But if you’re tied up, they could tickle you all day, and you can’t stop them. What if they didn’t stop?" He replied, "Mom.......it only makes me laugh. Tickling doesn’t hurt." I said "OK" with a very sarcastic smile on my face as I was thinking to myself that I just might allow some tickling while he is tied up later. I didn’t want to tell him this though, as I thought he would like the surprise better. And besides, I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of that. 

He wanted to know if I was still going to tie him up and he seemed very excited about it. I told him yes, I had planned on it, but that his Aunt Lori and Kathy wouldn’t be able to come over until the afternoon. After Rob cleaned his room, and was heading out the door, I told him to be home by 2:00. As he left the house, I knew that he was excited about being tied up later and probably couldn’t wait. And after our talk, in a strange sort of way, I also was looking forward to it, knowing and seeing the anticipation in his eyes. 

While he was gone, I went to the gym and ran some errands, including stopping to buy some new rope, since the clothesline rope was cut the first time that he was tied up. This time I bought real rope, not clothesline. I wanted something that was soft enough that wouldn’t hurt or cut in to his wrists and ankles. I’m sure the salesman at the store must have been wondering what I had in mind when I was rubbing the rope against my wrist and arm. OH, if only he knew.............. 

Lori, Kathy, and me did tie up Rob that day, even though it was later than I had planned. I also allowed some tickling too. I even tickled him myself!!! But I soon had to leave the room and let Kathy and Lori "tickle-torture" him. Afterward, Rob, Lori, and Kathy all said they had fun. I took them all out to dinner as a thank you. All I can say is that I also enjoyed the early evenings activities because everyone had fun. Yes, including myself too. 

 A lot of our games were reenactments of things we had seen on television, and, let's face it, those scenes usually involved the heroine being helplessly tied and put in some predicament. (Good for me!) I remember one afternoon when a few of us got together and used my new camera (an old Kodak 126 format… remember those?) and we took stills of a reenactment of a kidnapping and tying scene. We never got them developed, I'm sorry to say, but it was great fun. 

Our favorite scenes to reenact usually involved those that had some sort of peril involved. Jennifer was frequently tied to a chair next to a simulated bomb, or tied to a long picnic bench to simulate the buzz saw scenes from the old serials. Over time, I think we covered just about every situation and every peril, and I'll be glad to share some of them here. But one of my favorites involved the old damsel-tied-to-the-railroad-tracks peril, and when it was all over, Jennifer would later agree that that was one of her favorites as well, so we repeated it a few times. Of course, the first time was especially fun because she didn’t see it coming. 

About three blocks from my house was the town's high school, and we frequently rode our bicycles in the parking lot and across the playing fields. The wooded area behind the playing fields were full of trails, most of which led to the railroad tracks. It was a long straight section of tracks, and many of the high school students used them as a short cut home since they were the straightest route to the town center, about a mile away. The train only came by once each weekday at exactly 5:10 in the afternoon. When we were kids we used to lay pennies on the tracks and then hide in the woods to watch the train run over them, so we knew the schedule by heart. 

One summer Saturday morning, Jennifer and I rode our bikes down to the high school and through the trails until we came to the railroad tracks. We laid our bikes down and began walking the rail, when I stepped off and retrieved a bag from some bushes beside the tracks. I had stashed the bag there earlier that morning, anticipating this visit with Jennifer, and when I returned with it, Jennifer realized instantly what I was up to. She began to run toward the bikes, but I caught up to her well before she reached them. Once I grabbed her I dropped the bag at our feet and clasped a hand over her mouth. She struggled, but I easily managed to sit her down between the rails on one of the railroad ties. 

She was wearing a pink tank top, denim cut-off shorts and white Keds, and as I pulled her arms behind her back and began to tie her wrists she kicked her feet and pleaded with me not to tie her to the tracks. To my great pleasure, she did all her pleading in character, letting me know she was willing, even though she continued to struggle. 

"You'll never get away with this!" she cried. 

I just laughed an evil laugh, and continued binding her wrists. When I was finished, I removed another piece of rope from the bag and tied it around her bare ankles. 

"Let me go or I'll scream," she warned. (She was getting good at this helpless heroine thing!) 

"We'll see about that," I told her. From the bag I removed a piece of white cloth and I stepped around behind her and worked it between her teeth. As I knotted it behind her head, she squealed and mumbled into the gag as if it had completely silenced her. "There," I said, finishing off the knot. "That ought to keep you quiet, not that there's anyone around to hear you anyway." 

I wrapped a long piece of rope around her chest, firmly securing her arms to her body, and another piece around her waist, holding her tied wrists in place. I then carefully laid her on her back on the railroad tie so that her head was resting on the rail. She squirmed and pleaded indecipherably through her gag until I began to tie her shoulders to the rail. Then her eyes grew wide, and she pleaded for real. 

"What if a train comes?" she mumbled. 

"It's Saturday," I reminded her. "It's safe." I knew it was or I would never have done this, and she knew it too, because she immediately slipped back into character, muttering through the gag and squirming against her now inescapable bonds. 

After I had tied of the rope that bound her shoulders to the rail, I went to work on her ankles. The soles of her sneakers pressed against the opposite rail, and I slipped another piece of rope between her bound ankles and wrapped it around the rail. She couldn’t move, but for good measure, and because she had nice legs, I wrapped another piece of rope around her legs just above her knees and tied it off. 

As I stood over her, I gloated over my helpless damsel. "Well," I said, "I better be going. But don't worry, my dear. You won't be alone for long." I looked at my watch. "The noon train should be coming by here in about 20 minutes." 

She squirmed and pleaded through the gag. 

"Oh, don't worry," I assured her. "You won't miss it." I laughed. "Or should I say, 'It won't miss you!" 

With that I ran to the clearing where we had left our bikes to make her think I had left her, and she squealed into her gag as I left. In reality, I sneaked behind the bushes and watched her struggling against her ropes for about fifteen minutes. When she finally started to call out my name (her way of letting me know she had had enough), I stepped out of the bushes near her feet, and pretended to be a passerby stumbling upon her. 

"Well, what have we here?" I asked, acting surprised. 

She lifted her head and pleaded for me to untie her, and I obliged. I started by untying the ropes that secured her to the rail, and then in true hero fashion, I lifted her and carried her to safety. Once in the safety of the clearing near our bikes, I untied her (slowly) and we gathered up the ropes and returned home to play another game. 

Jennifer and I engaged in a lot of tie up games over the next year or so. Sometimes they included our friends, but just as often it was just the two of us. I tried to be fair about it, sometimes allowing her to tie me as well, but I was usually able to escape any ties she put me into. And frankly, I enjoyed tying her a lot more than I enjoyed being tied, so more often than not it was she who was bound. 

 A lot of our games were reenactments of things we had seen on television, and, let's face it, those scenes usually involved the heroine being helplessly tied and put in some predicament. (Good for me!) I remember one afternoon when a few of us got together and used my new camera (an old Kodak 126 format… remember those?) and we took stills of a reenactment of a kidnapping and tying scene. We never got them developed, I'm sorry to say, but it was great fun. 

Our favorite scenes to reenact usually involved those that had some sort of peril involved. Jennifer was frequently tied to a chair next to a simulated bomb, or tied to a long picnic bench to simulate the buzz saw scenes from the old serials. Over time, I think we covered just about every situation and every peril, and I'll be glad to share some of them here. But one of my favorites involved the old damsel-tied-to-the-railroad-tracks peril, and when it was all over, Jennifer would later agree that that was one of her favorites as well, so we repeated it a few times. Of course, the first time was especially fun because she didn’t see it coming. 

About three blocks from my house was the town's high school, and we frequently rode our bicycles in the parking lot and across the playing fields. The wooded area behind the playing fields were full of trails, most of which led to the railroad tracks. It was a long straight section of tracks, and many of the high school students used them as a short cut home since they were the straightest route to the town center, about a mile away. The train only came by once each weekday at exactly 5:10 in the afternoon. When we were kids we used to lay pennies on the tracks and then hide in the woods to watch the train run over them, so we knew the schedule by heart. 

One summer Saturday morning, Jennifer and I rode our bikes down to the high school and through the trails until we came to the railroad tracks. We laid our bikes down and began walking the rail, when I stepped off and retrieved a bag from some bushes beside the tracks. I had stashed the bag there earlier that morning, anticipating this visit with Jennifer, and when I returned with it, Jennifer realized instantly what I was up to. She began to run toward the bikes, but I caught up to her well before she reached them. Once I grabbed her I dropped the bag at our feet and clasped a hand over her mouth. She struggled, but I easily managed to sit her down between the rails on one of the railroad ties. 

She was wearing a pink tank top, denim cut-off shorts and white Keds, and as I pulled her arms behind her back and began to tie her wrists she kicked her feet and pleaded with me not to tie her to the tracks. To my great pleasure, she did all her pleading in character, letting me know she was willing, even though she continued to struggle. 

"You'll never get away with this!" she cried. 

I just laughed an evil laugh, and continued binding her wrists. When I was finished, I removed another piece of rope from the bag and tied it around her bare ankles. 

"Let me go or I'll scream," she warned. (She was getting good at this helpless heroine thing!) 

"We'll see about that," I told her. From the bag I removed a piece of white cloth and I stepped around behind her and worked it between her teeth. As I knotted it behind her head, she squealed and mumbled into the gag as if it had completely silenced her. "There," I said, finishing off the knot. "That ought to keep you quiet, not that there's anyone around to hear you anyway." 

I wrapped a long piece of rope around her chest, firmly securing her arms to her body, and another piece around her waist, holding her tied wrists in place. I then carefully laid her on her back on the railroad tie so that her head was resting on the rail. She squirmed and pleaded indecipherably through her gag until I began to tie her shoulders to the rail. Then her eyes grew wide, and she pleaded for real. 

"What if a train comes?" she mumbled. 

"It's Saturday," I reminded her. "It's safe." I knew it was or I would never have done this, and she knew it too, because she immediately slipped back into character, muttering through the gag and squirming against her now inescapable bonds. 

After I had tied of the rope that bound her shoulders to the rail, I went to work on her ankles. The soles of her sneakers pressed against the opposite rail, and I slipped another piece of rope between her bound ankles and wrapped it around the rail. She couldn’t move, but for good measure, and because she had nice legs, I wrapped another piece of rope around her legs just above her knees and tied it off. 

As I stood over her, I gloated over my helpless damsel. "Well," I said, "I better be going. But don't worry, my dear. You won't be alone for long." I looked at my watch. "The noon train should be coming by here in about 20 minutes." 

She squirmed and pleaded through the gag. 

"Oh, don't worry," I assured her. "You won't miss it." I laughed. "Or should I say, 'It won't miss you!" 

With that I ran to the clearing where we had left our bikes to make her think I had left her, and she squealed into her gag as I left. In reality, I sneaked behind the bushes and watched her struggling against her ropes for about fifteen minutes. When she finally started to call out my name (her way of letting me know she had had enough), I stepped out of the bushes near her feet, and pretended to be a passerby stumbling upon her. 

"Well, what have we here?" I asked, acting surprised. 

She lifted her head and pleaded for me to untie her, and I obliged. I started by untying the ropes that secured her to the rail, and then in true hero fashion, I lifted her and carried her to safety. Once in the safety of the clearing near our bikes, I untied her (slowly) and we gathered up the ropes and returned home to play another game. 

I also want to take this moment to wish everybody Happy Holidays, as well as a Happy New Year.

As an adult I am clearly aware of what those implications mean today. As an example, I also have a foot fetish which is certainly innocent enough, right? I had plenty of foot fetish experiences when I was younger as well, which sometimes included bondage fun. Again, as a young adult I was not fully aware of what this all meant, but as an adult I do know what this means.

As a responsible adult, each of us should take responsibility for our actions especially when our actions involve children. You should question yourself about what you are doing. That is not to say that what you are doing is wrong. Not at all. In fact, my childhood experiences of tie-up games did not not involve an inappropriate sexual nature -at least not any that I can remember- so the adults that played with me during those times acted responsibly even though this is a fine line to draw.

I happily see that Canuck has taken that responsibility here on his pages and outlined guidelines that are quite appropriate. Admittedly, this is frustrating for me because tie-up games are sexually stimulating. While I would love to see stories of a more sexually explicit nature here on these pages, Canuck's outlines are a good example as to what line should be drawn so that nothing inappropriate occurs. 

As the owner and operator of an adult foot fetish site I have to deal with these fine lines all the time. For instance, even though I know that tie-up games and foot fetish fun certainly can be quite innocent, as an adult I also know that there is a sexual tone to these activities and it's important to keep this in mind whenever children are involved as is the case with your son. 

If a law enforcement official or child care advocate were to look into this matter, I believe that they would find these tie-ups games inappropriate. However, since intent is always a key factor, I also believe that your intentions are good regarding your son. That's how I read it, but only you know this for sure. 

So I hope that you have fun and most importantly, I hope that you keep good parenting first and foremost. Please don't lose sight that these tie-up games are sexual in nature no matter how innocent they may be. Certainly you must know this in your heart and should act accordingly.

I agree with Bill in that these tie up games may be of a "sexual nature". My friend Kathy and me have talked about this exact thought. I won’t mention what was said, but I do recognize that my son is at an age now where he is forming his sexual identity. Believe me, if there were signs of sexual activity on anyone's part, including my son, there would never be anymore tying up. Yes, I want him to have a "normal" and healthy attitude towards sex. But as Emily stated, he will have these interests anyway. I do not think that I am fostering it though, since he is the one asking me to tie him. I believe that he will grow out of it, or may even get bored with the idea of being tied up. My son and I both know that I will not continue with this because has so much else going on in his life right now. At some point, it will have to come to an end. I would rather have him determine that, but I realize that I may have make that decision. 

Emily, please tell me about your situation. I assume that it was your son who you’re talking about. I’d love to know how it started and how you coped with it. I will try to write about the weekend’s events later, if you’d like. 

 imagine trying to keep 8 guys quiet at a party!!!!! so jim, one of my friends suggested we "ambush" her! we agreed and crept outside her bedroom door! 

 the door was slightly ajar and jim said he could see she had her back to the door.she never suspected a thing!led by jim we burst in on marian and just basically grabbed her any way we could!! 

 her black short skirt didnt hide her modesty im afraid and tony later told me how excited he got at the sight of sis's tan pantyhose legs! after holding her down on the bed, we got some stockings and scarves from marians undies drawer and with great relish trussed her up! naturally she struggled big time and swore she'd kill me!!!! paul then said "shut her up" and jim stuffed some tights in her mouth!you should have seen her!! we left her bound in her own bedroom for about twenty minutes!! 

 getting nervous, i said we had to untie her. the guys had other ideas but my mother was due back any minute so reluctantly they cut her loose. well she nearly throttled me!!!!! we ran for it! thankfully, she calmed down eventually! "i've never been so humiliated" she fumed! i have to say it was my first bondage experience and it was cool to turn the tables on a sometimes snooty big sister and have her gagged!! have one or two more tales if desired. heavy heavyearly45@hotmail.com feel free to email me!

 I hope you all have a nice Christmas and a good New Year. 

 Canuck, once again, Thank You for maintaining such a fine site!

Personally, just so you know, I'm pretty much in agreement with everything you've stated about your situation. On the other hand, if I were in your position with a young daughter, I would not be doing what you are doing with your son. Imagine it. Me, a father, tying up his young daughter simply because she has shown interest in bondage. I think I might have a hard time explaining that kind of action to law enforcement or to child care advocates. Yikes! 

Each of us handles things differently. Whenever a child asks me questions about things of an adult nature, I do my best to answer them without actually engaging in any direct physical contact with that child. In my humble opinion, directly showing a child such things in a one-on-one contact is inappropriate. In fact, it certainly can be illegal. I'm especially aware of this whenever activities such as tie-up games come into play as -for me- bondage fun is a sexual turn-on and therefore highly inappropriate when engaging minors. 

However, unless I am reading you incorrectly, you do not see these tickling and tie-up games as sexually stimulating the way that I do. Your son may not even be fully aware of it either. (I certainly wasn't when I was a young boy) Therefore, your activities with your son seem appropriate when considering the big picture of what's going on. In fact, I would have to agree with you in that your son probably will have a normal and healthy attitude towards sex especially because you are so open with him. I disagree with you, though, that he will probably outgrow his interests in these tie-up games as they are a part of him. If his interests drop with you, they'll continue elsewhere. I can almost guarantee you that he will have these interests as an adult as I mention this from experience. But so what? I personally see it as a healthy way to express sexuality. 

You seem to be a very honest person and one who cares for your son. That's what really counts. Your writings tell me that you will not do anything to hurt your son. 

To all, be well and have a great holiday!

Your experiences sound pretty familiar actually. My little brother also liked being tied up. My sister was usually happy to accommodate him too. She apparently tied him up fairly often, but I only saw this happen a couple of times. Even though he asked me to tie him up a few times, I always said no because I thought it crazy. But seeing him tied, didn’t seem to bother me too much Weird, huh? One time, I came home from a full day of classes (3rd or 4th year of college, I think) and Lori had my brother tied between two steel posts on the patio of our parents home. I watched her give him a good tickling for about 5 minutes. I remember her asking if I wanted to join in. Actually, I did want to because he was a typical annoying little brother, but I was content just watching. It did give me a strange sense of power, or dominance, watching this go on. My brother probably wouldn’t have minded if I had tickled him, because he also liked tickling as part of being tied up. But that was 10 or 11 years ago and we have all since "grown up" so to say. 

Those events, years ago, has made it easier for me to cope with my son’s recent interest in being tied up. I didn’t understand what my brother’s fascination was in it, nor can I understand why my son has this interest. But I do accept these desires that he has. 

Now.....as far as what happened on Saturday. Sadly Emily, I can not tell you what happened. I don't take criticism well and it appears that some people think it inappropriate for me to tie up my son if, or when, he asks me. BUT, they think tying up women is all right !!!! Isn't there enough abuse done to females already? Because of my desire to make my son happy, I am criticized. By me tying him up, it is considered of a sexual nature. However, if he was allowed to tie me up, wouldn’t that also be of a sexual nature? Since that is the predominate theme here, apparently it is not. Sounds like a double standard to me. Perhaps I have found the wrong forum.............. 

Unfortunately, because of the lack of privacy in these forums, thicker skin is needed that in everyday life. In other words, you need to ignore advice that doesn't make sense to you. 

In the real world, there are both men and woman who enjoy being tied up. Also, there are men and woman that enjoy tieing. Those that have been giving you the hardest time are men who enjoy tieing woman who have a hard time accepting that there are men who actually enjoy being tied. These unfortunates seem to have an even harder time accepting that there are some people who don't enjoy either end of the game. And they can not comprehend at all the possibility that bondage does not have to be sexual. These people are close-minded, and are unlikely to change. Unfortunately some of them have proven to be very manipulative here. 

If you read our forum's archives, you will see that most tieup games discussed here historically did not have sexual overtones to them, and that men and woman share the different roles fairly evenly. That should in itself be ample evidence that what the weenies have been posting is not valid even within this community. 

One last thing, anybody who is very uncomfortable with being tied up should ever allow themselves to be tied up. Such an experience can be very traumatic and cause emotional harm that is almost irrepairable. If you need proof of that, read some of the stories on the site "bound and gagged by burglars". Even when it is a game between 2 good friends, some people simply cannot generate the kind of trust needed to make this kind of game enjoyable. 

One last thing, I have participated in tieup games with other male kids, and it had nothing to do with sexuality. I have also played tieup games with females that I wouldn't even think about kissing. Tieup games can make intimacy more fun, and adventurous, especially since they seem to enhance trust which is the basis for a good intimate relationship. But they do not have to be sexual and many of mine are not sexual. 

To Charlie, Thank you. Your words are very sincere and does comfort me. I doubt that I will post any more stories though. I do want to answer Emily also. Emily; Last night, I started to write about what happened on Saturday, but I became too upset and couldn’t finish. I don’t want to disappoint you, so I’ll briefly answer your questions. I didn’t actually tie him up, but I did watch as Lori and Kathy tied him. Rob was tied down on the floor again between the sofa and the chairs in a spread eagle position. Knowing that I was going to allow some tickling, I thought this was the best way to expose all his vulnerable ticklish spots. Once Rob was tied down, he agreed that he should have at least an hour to escape. Without telling the entire conversation, I told him that if he didn’t, something "terrible" would happen to him. During that hour, at least one of us would look in on him to make sure he was OK. 

When the hour was up, we came in to the room and surrounded him. As he looked up at the three of us standing over him, he did have a frustrated, as well as, a confused look. I knelt beside him and raised his shirt up over his chest and dragged my fingernails down his stomach. He jumped, laughed and let out a surprised scream. Lori gazed down at him and said that he’s really in trouble now. She got down on her knees and lightly tickled his ribs and underarms while I continued tickling his stomach. And then Kathy went between the chairs where his feet were tied and started tickling his feet. I could only tickle him for a couple of minutes and wanted to stop it, but Rob said he wanted it to go on. So, I stood and watched Kathy and Lori tickle him. Again, seeing my son tickled, squirming and fighting like he was being tortured, was too much for me. I had to leave the room but came back 5 minutes later to stop it. He asked if that was all and I said yes. But then asked if he wanted more. Rob said he did, so I let Lori and Kathy tickle him another 10 minutes. It was odd, but I was able to watch him being tickled for these 10 minutes because I knew that Rob was enjoying it. After thethe time was up, I said that was enough for now. We gave him another half hour to get free, before finally untying him. 

The point is that it is not appropriate to have sexual relations with children, most especially if you are related. From what you have written, you have not had sexual relations with your son, but as an adult you need to take responsibility as a parent especially to recognize that these tie-up games are indeed sexual in nature even if they aren't manifested as such. As I've mentioned before, when I was a child I did not feel that my involvement in tie-up games was sexual. Not at that time. In retrospect, I can now clearly see that these games were sexual in nature. 

I agree with Charlie B. who feels that you are in the right forum. He has some good points. Certainly not all tie-up games are sexual. I would even guess that most are not sexual. (For many in this forum, it seems that there is a sexual aspect to tie-up games) It appears that they are not sexual when you tie up your son. Certainly not from your perspective as I trust that you are speaking from the heart. But it is possible that they are sexual in nature with your son, so please keep this in mind. If you don't recognize this possibility, then you are missing the point of what tie-up games can mean to a young boy as they meant to me when I was young. I was simply too naive and young to know what was happening at the time. 

To clarify, I do not see anything inherently wrong with you tying up your son. But it's interesting to note that Reggie brought up a good point that I elaborated a bit earlier on. He wondered how this group would feel if it were "father ties up his daughter" (same age as your son) stories. In any case, how far does one allow such a scenario in real life to go? When would you stop it? Even you mention that a father should not have his guy friends there if he had tied up his daughter and was tickling her. Why not, especially if she asked to be tied and tickled by other men to satisfy her fascination? 

Vicki, you mention that you do not like seeing your son tied up and that none of this has been your idea? Don't lose the fact that you are the parent. You do not have to satisfy your son’s fascination for everything. Still, in the context of your entire story, again, I do not see anything inherently wrong in what you are doing despite my position. As long as you know in your heart that nothing sexual is going on and that you have control of the situation if something sexual occurs, then you have no reason to feel that you have to defend yourself. Don't forget that in this forum these tie-up games are to be expressd freely within the guidelines of course. 

Think about it. Why would Canuck place guidelines to downplay the sexual nature of these tie-up games on his site? It seems that his guidelines are indeed appropriate since our stories involve children. Maybe it would be wise to remember his guidelines while tying up your son. In other words, if you feel that what goes on with your son during these tie-up games is inappropriate for this site, then maybe a line was crossed that shouldn't have been? 

If you choose not to post any more stories simply because the other side of tie-up games has been mentioned, and what it means to some, then maybe in your heart you really think that what you've done so far has been inappropriate. By the way, of course your son will enjoy being tied up as it is arousing. Can't you see that? :-) 

Have fun and enjoy the holidays!

Expectations of what to expect from each sex are based partly upon ingrained intuition, but are sbstantially influenced by family. Family includes parents, siblings, and relatives that spend much time with the subject. Such relatives can be grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. Peer groups have much less influence in the core expectations about what to expect from each sex. The can enhance the specifics, but they usually have significantly less influence on the core expectations. 

So, what I am saying is that is it normal and desirable for parents to influence the sexuality of their children. Why some people have to turn this into something unheathly frustrates me. 

Vicki, I think your decision to not post any more stories about your son here is a wise one. Some people here just can't comprehend the difference between sexuality and sex. I could attempt to analyze this further, but any analysis I did without asking questions and observing the response as well as hearing the words would be totally speculative. 

To speculate a little...your son will eventually marry a strong woman much like you. Most people who are happy with their parents look for qualities that are similar to the parent of the opposite sex. If they don't like the parent, they may use the grandparents as a guideline (which is what I did) when choosing a mate. It may be an aunt or uncle, but some adult will set sexuality expectations. 

Setting your child's sexuality expectations is a duty of a parent and a compliment at the same time. It seems some here confuse sexuality and sex. That is unfortunate, I just hope that these people don't confuse your too. As for advice, I say follow your intuition...it seems pretty good to me. 
 

Several people have stated that looking back, they realized that their bondage experiences as a child were, in fact, sexually oriented (if not actually "Sexual"). This isn't necessarily true. There isn't any sexual overtones to bondage other than the fact that the human body is a sexual organism. 

The truth of the matter is that even eating can be viewed and performed "sexually" and "sensually". Does this mean that any time we feed our children, then we are encouraging them to act "sexual"? I think the answer to that is quite obvious. 

The reasoning: "Bondage is sexual; but children just don't realize it" is rather backwards. It would be more accurate to consider the fact that during foreplay, adults "play" — they have a tendancy to fall back to activities that appealed to them as children, since this often endears them to their mates. 

If your son likes bondage, then chances are, it is just a fun game for him; not some sort of indication of deviant behavior development. I would suggest that you are doing well with your descriptions of the activities. Your involvement; even it only to make sure it remains safe, is a good idea. Other than that; the only ones who can really be an accurate source on the appropriateness of that activity are you (and your spouse, if applicable), and your son. If you don't feel comfortable with it, then perhaps discussing it with your son could be an idea. If, after that, you still don't feel good about it... well; he is your son. His wellbeing is your concern. A mother's instincts are not something to be ignored

 Charlie, I have to disagree with your assumption that VEX is maddog. I've met him (VEX) in the chat a couple of times and I believe that he really is whom he says. It shows. 

 Having said that, I agree that VEX should keep a far lower profile regarding his age. I am not one of those who feel minors like VEX should be denied access to intelligent forums like this one. Particularly when the stories and discussion have been as interesting, intelligent and dare I say it, educational. 

 Just to digress a little, I do however feel that minors like VEX should be denied acess to hard-core porn sites but not general and intelligent sites/forums such as Canuck's. 

 I know that it would be a great comfort to VEX and others like him, to know that they are not alone in liking bondage, whether it is tying up the opposite sex or being tied up themselves. I certainly wish that I had had the benefit of this great resource (the Internet) when I was a teenager as it would have helped me come to terms with my own sexuality far more easily. 

 Yahh, I like, indeed I LOVE being tied up!! And I am a guy too! Whats wrong with that? (though I do like tying up girls too... he he) But it is true that many people have an aversion to guys being roped up. Is it because they are supposed to be the stronger, 'dominant' sex and therefore not placed in vulnerable situations like that? One girl I met (at uni) did not mind being tied up but she found it hard to cope with the fact that I also wanted to be bound as well. 

 Any thoughts regarding this issue? 

 BTW, dudalb, GOOD ON YOU!! Please continue giving those hateful Neo Nazi s***ts heaps. It is not bondage sites like this our stupid pollies should be censoring, it is the hate-filled Neo-Nazi sites. I support free speech as much as anybody else but not when it comes to that sort of drivel. 

 Nuff said! 

 And; 

 I would like to take the opportunity to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a wonderful (bondage filled) New Year. 

You have good points, no doubt, but I think that you may be missing the real issue here. Interestingly, your point about some people here not being able to comprehend the difference between sexuality and sex is a possible projection on your part. I think it's a fair statement to say that most adults do know the difference between sexuality and sex; cetainly more than a child. In a nutshell, that's the real issue. 

Vicki's son, for instance is probably having some innocent fun with his fascination for bondage. That's not to say that it is non-sexual. It could be. It may not be. Whether or not it is sexual is most likely not something that Vicki's young son is aware of yet. That's where Vicki as a parent needs to stay focused. 

I feel that none of us can really say for certain exactly what is going on with Vicki or her son, or for that matter, with Vicki's friends. Therefore I have to assume that she is on top of the situation and will do the right thing when the time comes. I just hope that she doesn't have blinders on simply because she has good intentions. Her son's welfare is at stake and she needs to be a good parent. That's not to say that her tie-up games with her son should stop necessarily. That's entirely dependent upon the truth of what's really going on. She's in the driver's seat as a parent and has to make that decision for herself. I trust that she will make the right decision. 

It is interesting how some of us become who we are in large part because of childhood experiences. Regarding the comments VEX made about our childhood memories, I have to pretty much agree with his main assessment. It's highly unlikely that any of us can remember our childhood experiences so vividly. Or maybe more accurately put, our memories allow us to vividly see what we want to see. Certainly in my case at least, my childhood memories are more blurry than they are vivid. 

Regarding the responsibilites of being a adult, I remember a number of times when a certain parent of a friend of mine used to accomodate me by having innocent tickling games with me until they abruptly stopped one day when it clearly went over the line quite by accident. Once she realized that my enthusiasm and fascination caused me to get more excited than I should have otherwise, she ended our tickling games. I was so naive at the time, being about 12 or 13 years old, that I really didn't understand what had happened until much later in retrospection as an adult. Still, that adult who indulged me in my fascination for tickling did not cross the line sexually with me despite my personal excitement at the time. Things just kind of came up and exploded if you know what I mean and that episode was put behind me. 

I agree with Peter in that a child is a child and not an adult. Period. 

In retrospect, I am quite certain that a great many of the adults whom I came across as a child during my tie-up and tickling games did not know of the sexual excitement that I felt as a child while engaging in these activities. I didn't even know back then what was happening to me! Of course, some of these adults probably did know what was going on, but I was far too naive to have realized it. Thankfully, no adult ever molested me despite my propensity to experiment in my childhood games. I guess I was lucky. 
 
 

Essentially all that I am expressing here is that childhood tie-up games are certainly innocent enough in the context of childhood fun. Personally, I encourage that kind of fun. But let's not be so naive that we believe these childhood games have no bearing on who we become as adults. They certainly do, good or bad. 

Lastly, I feel it's heathly to express ourselves and to share our stories as children as long as we keep it all in perspective; hence following Canuck's guidelines despite the frustrations of it all. :-0

I see that, too, when guys likes to tie up women but don't like to be tied up themselves. Generally speaking, in my humble opinion I feel that those who fall into that category may have trust issues and/or control issues. Maybe not. 

Tie-up games for me as a child were innocent games of fun. In my case, my penchant for bondage fun as an adult manifested itself in the eroticism of it all; not the control aspects of how some people engage it. But to each their own as long as adults are consenting. -We're actually in the wrong forum for that.- Therefore, I am one who not only enjoys tying others up, but who also enjoys being tied up. 

Like you, I wish for everyone to have a great new year ahead. Happy 2000!

 Why dont you come over and meet us in the chat? (over at Bob's site) If you dont know where that is, just ask or check back in the archives. We usually meet 10pm English GMT most days but Thurs and Sat nights are best. 

 Rob, PLEASE continue!! Don't leave us all hanging in suspense! (grin) 

 Lastly, Wishing you all a wonderful, happy and above all, SAFE Millennium New Year. 

 May Canuck's live forever. 

 Canuck, Once again, thanks for providing such a great forum! 

 Please e-mail me. I have an important question concerning your story (which I liked very much, by the way)

 Anyway, here are a couple of brief experiences I had when I was younger: 
When I was in 2nd grade, I had said a bad word (which I can't remember), and then my mom tied me to a chair using my own belt. The belt I was wearing was a little-kid elastic belt, so it worked pretty well. Then, she took a spoon of hot pepper and shoved it in my mouth. I don't know if it was just that experience, but even today I only swear under my breath so nobody can hear me. 

 This other time I got tied up was a few years later. It was a Saturday morning, and while my mom was making breakfast, me and my younger brother were playing. My dad and older brother were at work. By the way, I had to share a room with my younger brother, and we had a bunk-bed in it as well as a small B/W television and the old 8-bit Nintendo. So, this morning, I decided to tie up my younger brother with some yarn we had in the room. He simply couldn't escape, and when my mom called us for breakfast, I left. He started crying eventually and we had to let him loose, but I didn't really get in trouble at the moment. 
Later in the day, however, I let him tie me up to the ladder of our bunk-bed so things would be fair. He also used yarn and tied my hands behind my back to the ladder. After finishing, he left the room for a few minutes. Meanwhile, I tried to escape, but I honestly could not break the yarn. He had tied it very tightly, perhaps because he had revenge on his mind, and my wrists were red from trying to break free. Plus, I have always been physically weak for a guy. Soon after, my brother returned to the room with my mom. She started laughing, but I was totally embarrassed. I begged them to let me loose, and told them they could use the knife in my desk drawer. My brother could have easily gagged me and tortured me if he wanted, but they let me loose after I pleaded with them. I guess I got lucky...or should I say UNLUCKY? 

 These were two actual experiences that I had, but later I want to tell you about a Halloween game I played with my younger brother in which I got tied up and couldn't escape, and again had to be cut loose. 

 Hope you liked the stories. Peace.

 It was the weekend before Halloween on a Saturday when this occured. My younger brother and I made our own little haunted house in the basement. It is an unfinished basement, so that helped add to the "spookiness" of the whole thing. We even made a dead-man dummy and hung him by the neck on of the beams. 
Anyway, we somehow decided to play a haunted house game and I had to be the guest for some reason. So, I come down to the basement and then am given a tour of the haunted house by the host (my brother). Eventually, we reach the end of the house, and there are some supplies set up as well as a folding chair. 
I was told to sit down and put my hands behind my back, which I did since I was a good guest. Then, he used a special rope to tie my hands together. This rope was not rough like twine, but it was very durable and it had sort of a hook at one end. This was to my brother's advantage. After tying my hands together and cleave-gagging me with some cloth, he tied my ankles together with yarn. Before leaving the basement to let me try and escape, he took my slippers and closed all the lights. How's that for hospitality? 
Right away, I was able to break the yarn from my ankles. For some reason, I have more lower-body strength than upper- body. And then I tried to untie my hands. Here's where the problem began. I couldn't get my hands free at all. This rope he used was basically perfect for tying someone up. 
At least I was partially free, so I got off the chair and walked all the way back around to the beginning of the haunted house, which was by the stairs, while gagged and with my hands tied behind my back. Since the basement was unfinished and it was October, my bare feet were cold from the floor. 
As I reached the stairs, my brother began to come down. Since I had not actually escaped, I was led back around to the folding chair and had my ankles tied again. Again, I was able to break the ankle bonds and get to the stairs, but my hands were still very securely tied. This time, my brother didn't walk me all the way around, but instead made me crawl under the ping-pong table to get to the chair. After securing me to the chair, he once again left me in the dark basement to try and escape. I just couldn't get my hands free, however. 
Eventually, he came downstairs and was ready to let me go. After removing my gag, he actually put a piece of tape on my mouth to keep me quiet. As he tried to untie my hands, he realized that he could not do so! Since I had been tied up for long enough, he went upstairs to get something (I can't remember if it was a knife or scissors) and he had to actually cut the rope to get me loose. Afterwards, we just went upstairs and went about our day like normal. That was the end of my haunted house adventure. 

 Great site and great stories, everyone. 
Peace. http://over.to/success

 Anyway, this first one is regarding the best tie-up scenes from movies involving young people. What do you guys think are a couple of the all-time best tie-up scenes from movies (not including TV shows or cartoons)?

 Here are a couple that I found:
1)In Child's Play 2, young Andy Barclay gets tied to his bed and is gagged with a sock by Chucky, the killer doll.
2)In a newer Huckleberry Finn movie, with Jonathon Taylor Thomas, a young boy has his hands and bare feet tied to the bed posts, and has a sock stuffed in his mouth by Tom and Huck. Then, they put a tarantula that is in a jar right on the boy's belly and then leave.

 What do you all think?
Peace

 P.S. One last thing. I'm amazed at how many hits this site gets. Even with the regulars, there must be a huge number of people from around the world visiting this site everyday. I wish people would visit my site that often.
See you all later.
Super Success

 Here are some "thank-you-messages" to some of my favourite people on this board: 

 Andy V , Grazie molto, the best team won. 

 FH, your adventures in Germany must have been very enjoyable, thank you for letting us all be part of your experience! 

 Doug, your stories are just as enjoyable as your web-site is, simply the best! (And I like the pictures too...) 

 Dudalb, I'm not alone in my liking of an Historic setting of a story, thank you. 

 Gillian and Mick, thank you for providing such an interesting site, a reader's heaven! 

 Mason, you are a wonderful, nice and caring guy, not to say that you are also "slightly" funny when you feel like it! You have brought some really good stories to this board, thank you! Up yer .... mate!:) 

 Hooch, I sat up for 3,5 hrs last night during Bergman's "Fanny & Alexander" and no trace of Kevin Bacon, however Anakin Skywalker's mother was played by.......... 

 All the best to all of you, PH 

 One time Nicki tied up me and Carl in the closet of her room. It was never part of any game, just the "see-if- you-can-get-out-of-this" game. It's difficult to describe this tie because it was so haphazard. She used a variety of ropes and belts and even some suspenders. I can remember that she tied one of my hands to one of Carl's, and some of our other hands and feet were tied to the hanging bars in the closet. So we were partially sitting, partially hanging, partially tied together. Then their mother caught us and said something about stretching out and ruining the suspenders and elastic belts. I get the feeling she wouldn't have cared otherwise. 

 And the other notable incident involved Nicki's Chinese handcuffs, that cheap, papery tube that you stick your fingers in and then can't pull out of. You have to push your fingers together and then use your other fingers to slide it off. This was my first experience with that toy, and I thought it was pretty cool. For some reason, I tried it out on my other fingers to see what it felt like. When I got around to putting my thumbs into it, something happened. The thumbs are thicker, and it held me a little tighter. And at that age, I didn't have the agility to use my fingers and push it off. I was trapped! They had to pull it off of me. Nicki and Carl both tried it on their thumbs and didn't have any problem escaping; I felt like a moron. They asked me to try it again. I should have seen that coming. I stuck my thumbs in and they left me trapped! They took me over to a wooden post in their yard (slightly narrower than a telephone pole), slipped off the Chinese handcuffs, then reattached them with my hands behind the pole. They began saying things like, "What are we going to do to him?" I knew they wouldn't really do anything, but it was fun being helpless like that. Unfortunately, they got bored with it really fast, and the game ended abruptly.

 Wishing you all a tightly tied and gagged 2000! 

CU, FH.

 Lights still on (electricity just fine) water running as usual (damn, I love my hot showers!) and the fact I'm here writing this dribble proves my PC is just fine as well. And of course, all my ropes and gags still function perfectly. he he :-) 

 Having said that, wishing you all a very safe and happy bondage filled New Year. 

 P.S Thanks for ya kind comments, PH. Much appreciated.