I would like to wish everybody a Very Happy And Safe 2000. I shall post another story here soon. 

And thanks, PH, for your kind comments. They're much appreciated. 

 Peace.
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This is my first post. I have enjoyed this site very much and I just wanted to add my 2 cents worth about some posts on here. 

I think there is absolutely nothing wrong in any way whatsoever with an adult tying up a child. If a child is playing an enjoying innocent tie up game with another child then most people would say that is ok but if an adult want's to join and and tie-up a child a lot of people think this is wrong. I can not think for the life of me why this should be so. If both the adult and child consent to the tie up game and get enjoyment and it is an innocent playful game why should it be wrong. 

When I was about 7-8ish I used to play a tie-up game with my mom. After seeing a documentery on tv about Houdini I became fascinated by escaping from things and from seeing other people escape from things. I persuaded my mom to join in and we played a game called Houdini where we would take turns tying each other up, mostly to a chair with their hands behind the chair and seeing who could escape the most quickest. They were harmless playful tie-up games with absolutely nothing wrong with them. I remember my mom used to enjoy them almost as much I did. 

I think that Vicki should not feel guilty or think she is doing something wrong in any way. As I have said before If both the adult and child consent to these tie up games and they are harmless tie-up games for fun and enjoyment purposes there is absolutely nothing wrong with these in any way and Vicki should not feel that her son would grow up to be some kind of weirdo, I certainly am not. 

I am 20 and an adult myself now and I play tie-up games with my 6 year old niece. She comes to stay on most weekends and the tie up games started by accident and we still play them. On one evening I was making supper for her in the kitchen and she was in another room watchin and old episode of T.J. Hooker on tv. In this particular episode Stacey was tied up by some bad guys and after I took her supper in and she ate it she asked me if she could be tied up like Stacey. This brought back the memories of when I was a child and would be tied up by my mom and pretend to be Houdini. She was wearing an almost identical dress to what Stacey was in the episode and I wonderd if this was one reason why she wanted to pretend to be Stacey. I said ok then and she went upstairs to her bedroom and returned a few minutes later with an old jump rope and a bandana. She did not use this jump rope anymore as she has a new one. The handles were broken and hanging off them so they were removed and I cut the rope in 2. I first tied her hands behind her back and then tied her legs tother. I then had to tie a bandana on her as Stacey had one on and she wanted to pretend to be Stacey. She then rolled a bit and mmpphhed. I left to go to the kitchen and was to return a few minuted later as T.J. Hooker to rescue her. I put on my best William Shatner voice but sounded more like captain kirk than T.J. Hooker and returned to rescue her. I removed the bandana and she acted scared and said that the bad guys had kidnapped her and then she thanked me for rescuing her. I untied her legs and then went to untie her hands but before I did I gave her a little tickle on her tummy. She shrieked and screamed with laughter and that is the first time I realised how ticklish she was. I then untied her hands and she said that she enjoyed the game very much and could she be tied up again some time. I said why not. 

We have and still do had more tie-up games and if you would like to read them I will post them. Like I said earlier these are innocent playful tie-up games in which both me and she has a huge amount of enjoyment from them and there is nothing wrong with them whatsoever. I think that the people who find something wrong with these games, I respect their views, but I think that perhaps there is something wrong with them. 

If you would like me to post more of our tie up games please let me know and I will do. 

Many Thanks For Reading 

Stanely Stimer 

 Anyhow, Happy Millenium and let's cut the chit-chat and get to an acutal story. Oh, by the way, this is THE best forum out there, due to Canuck's care and the wide array of intellectual posters. But enough kissing butt. 

Like the "X-Men" franchise, I shall return. 'Ciao.

I would be interested in reading more of those stories if you wouldn't mind posting them.

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o Parts 1-3 of "Grace and Beauty", a new Cassandra Jones story by Gillian B and Mick Stupp 

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o Part 2 of "Betty & Gayle" by Historian 

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She came across the jump ropes that I mentioned in my previous post and asked me to tie her up again. I said ok then and she down on her bed and put her arms behind her back. I tied her hands up behind her and then I tied her legs up. She wriggled and giggled around on the bed trying to get herself free but could not do so. She asked me to get the bandanna that I used last time but I could not find it. There was a first aid kit, which was kept nearby, and I took a strip of sticking plaster that was kept in it and stuck in over her mouth. She started mmpphing and wriggling trying to get loose but could not do so all the while laughing under her gag as she seemed to be enjoying being tied up. 

I left her alone for a little while as I had to let the dog out and returned. I could see that after a lot of wriggling about her T-shirt worked its way up a little revealing her tummy. I decided that I would give her a tickle. As I started moving my fingers about and started smirking her eyes opened wide as she realised what I was going to do. She now started laughing hysterically and squirmed and wriggled as if her life depended on it as my fingers came closer to her bare tummy. I discovered in the last game how ticklish she was and I think she knew that she was very ticklish as well. My wiggling fingers finally reached her tummy and she screeched and howled with laughter under her gag as my ticklish fingers wiggled around her tummy. 

I them removed her gag and asked her if she was ok and she giggled yes she was all right. I then wanted to see if she was ticklish anywhere else and tickled her on her sides which had the same effect. I tickled her under her armpits, which she reacted the loudest and started kicking her tied up legs about which was possibly the most ticklish area. As she was kicking her legs about I discovered another area which she was very ticklish, on the back of her legs. I decided to stop now as her face was beginning to turn red. I untied her arms and then her legs. She said she would like to keep the jump ropes safe in her bedside draw because she would like to play that tie-up game again sometime as it was fun and she enjoyed it. 

THE END 

I will post the story of when her 7-year-old friend joined in the games in my next post. 

Many Thanks For Reading 

Stanley Stimer 

This is my very first post, I hope it is alright. It is a story about some 8 year old girls that I babysit for quite frequently. One was Jenny and the other Millie. The always were up to no good usually coniving and planning things usually practical jokes at others expense. They both wore those tops, I dont know what you call them you know the ones that only cover half their upper bodies leaving their bellies bare. Millie wore an orange skirt and Jenny wore a pink skirt. They both wore white school type socks and tennis shoes. Jenny had a knitted cardigan on over her top but it was not buttoned and Millie wore a similar knitted cardigan over her top as well. 

I sat down in front of the tv to watch a football game that I had been waiting for all day and I though good they are quiet in the other room playing and being good. But it was to quiet, usually when it is this quiet they are up to something. I could hear faint giggling comeing from the room somewhere and I looked around. I could see their heads coming up and down from behind one of their chairs and their hands were covering their mouths to stop them giggling out loud. I got up to get the tv remote as I left it on top of the tv when they pounced. They asked me to play a game with them or they would not get off me. I agreed, being a strong guy I could have easily got them off me but I though I would go along with it to have some peace. 

They pulled me over to a chair thar was on the other side of the room, I am 22 BTW, and told me to sit down. Only then did I realise what they had planned for me and what the giggling was all about. They said the wanted to play a game and see how long it would take me to escape from being tied to the chair. I said ok go on then. They tied some rope around me and tied it behind to one of the struts of the chair. Then they tied my legs together. They tied my hands behind me one hand to each chair leg and wrapped some more rope around my legs and around the chair. They then stuck some duct tape that they had taken from the toolshed over my amazed mouth. They then said that they were going upstairs to play and that they would come back later. I though it was a cinch. How could two 8 year olds tie me up and expect me not to get loose. I underestimated them. They tied my arms one to each chair leg behind me and I couldn't reach across to get the other hand loose and vise versa and I could not reach my mouth and get the tape off. To make matters worse the chair was pointing the other way to the tv and the football match had just started. Boy was I pissed. They came back a few times to check up and rib me and I swore under my gag that I would get even with them. 

They left me like that for 4 hours until their mom came home and untied me. I said sorry I could not make any supper for them because I was a little tied up. The mom laughed and I asked her. Can I give them a taste of their own medicine next time I babysit, I won't hurt them or anything just give them a tast of their own medicine just show them that if they give it the should be able to take it as well. She said what a good idea, it is about time they got taken down a step or two. This was payback time next time. I had consent of they mother to tie them up. This was just great. You better belive I got even with them. 

I will post it next time. 

I was to leave to babysit the 2 girls Jenny and Mille. They had very similar clothes on than lasttime. I gathered some items up. Some soft rope which I cut into some lengths, you know the rope that magicians use to cut in half. I got some duct tape and I made 2 ballgags out of some ping pong balls and string. It was payback time. 

When I arrived there I laid all time items out on the sofa. They were sitting down giggling when they saw me and one stopped giggling and said what are th.. uh oh he's going to do to us what we did to him. The started laughing and screaming. I ran over to them and they started running away. I caught Millie and said to Jenny that she better start hiding because I was coming to get her. I took Millie over to the sofa and put her down on her tummy on the floor next to the sofa. I put her hands behind her back and crossed them over them.. I took some duct tape as I am quite slow to tie nots and taped her hands in a crossing over fashion. Then I tope a rope and tied her hands with the rope very securely. I them duct taped her legs together and tied her legs together with rope as well. I then said right open your mouth and put the ballgag in and tied the string behind her head and to finish it off I put some tape over her mouth and gag. 

She started wriggling and mmphhhingg but not get loose at all. She tried a few time to get to her feet but kept falling down and then stopped. I went looking for her sister and found her by the side of a bed. I carried her downstairs and sat her next to her sister. She now gave in and laughed. She laid down and put her arms behind her back. I taped them up in a cross over fashion again. I tied her hands up with rope very securely and then duct taped her legs up. I then tied them up with rope and placed a ballgag in her mouth as well and as well I taped her mouth and gag. 

The both mmmmppphhhhed and squirmed one time they tried to go back to back and unloosed the ropes but could not. I sat down by the tv and watched a football game. They stayed like that for 4 hours until their mom came home. In between commercial breaks I tickled them. Remember both their tops from the last post. Their bellies were bare. So I tickled them one with one had and the other with the othe hand. They screeched and screemed through their gags as my very ticklish hands were going right over thier tummies. I went right up and tickled their armpits. They went hysterical and howled. 

Their mom finally returned home and saw them and laughed. That will teach you she said to them. She said could I untie them as she brough some takeaways home for them. I said ok then and untied their legs first as I though if I untied their arms I would get punched. But I had a surprise. When I took off their gags and untied their arms they laughed, giggled and said that it was fun and they enjoyed being help prisoner but they said that next time they would get even with me. As I left to help mon in the kitchen with the takeaways I said we'll see. 

There was more times when I tied them up and vise versa. I will post them. 

 Jack Wilson 

This night she was barefoot wearing short jean shorts.Our son was watching an adventure show and I was bored helping fold cloths.I pulled out a 5' long bath belt and an idea came to me.I said "Son, do you want to rescue Mommy from the Bad Guys?"C--- said "YES". I told R---- to just go along with me.I asked her to put her feet togather and I would tie them w/ the bath robe belt C--- could rescue her.R---- agreed and stretched out her bare legs then crossed her ankles. I don't know about anyone else out there but I prefer to see shapely legs tied w/ their ankles tied side by side.Anyway I tied her ankles togather and tucked the ends under a wrap and told R---- to call for C--- to save her.Right on cue the little hero raced to his mom's rescue.R---- played the part well saying "The bad men tied me up.Help, Help.C--- undid the bonds and looked real pleased. 

We repeated this several times until C--- got bored.I was in heaven.Finally I tied her ankles one last time and she asked if she could have a backrub.Leaving her ankles tied togather I sat on the couch and rubbed her shoulders,never once taking my eyes off tied up feet.After 4-5 minutes she asked if I was going to untie her and I said that was C---'s job. To my surprise she sat there another 5-6 minutes w/ her feet tied before she decided to run upstairs. 

More to follow. Swanson 

Let's not get into another one of these discussions again as they always send emotions flaring. If the man isn't doing it for the same reasons he would with another adult, I can't see anything wrong with it. I'm sure he probably considered your questions at one point...and I think Stanley can think for himself. 
Oh well. If you decide to stop doing this stuff, Stanley, I would at least be interested in reading the rest of your stories, since they are in the past.

I realized at about 8 years old that I was very interested in tying up girls. A neighbor girl, Michelle, was a little over a year younger than I and two grades behind me in school. She was very pretty, even as a youngster, and was the ringleader in any game that led to someone being tied up, usually herself. As we got older and others lost interest in the games she and I began to play more privately. I had a tree house very high in a large maple tree and it was a delightfully cool place on hot summer days. My sisters never climbed up to it so it was fairly private. Michelle spent many afternoons tied up for hours while I read comic books or did art work. In the fall after I turned thirteen we moved to a neighboring town and the distance proved to be fatal to our relationship. Especially after her mother found a letter she was writing to me describing the things she missed doing. Michelle was 12 when we moved and could already pass for much older as well as being wise beyond her years. The last summer of games in the tree house had taken a more sexual tone with some making out and a few quick feels. I still saw Michelle at some sports activities between our schools but the magic was gone and she had a new boyfriend, I sure did envy him. Interestingly Michelle disappeared only to re-surface years later engaged to an old classmate of mine. We met at a cook-out and managed a few minutes alone during which she told me she remembered every detail of our childhood games. I've never seen her again. 

Basically, all the game was, was "who could get free fastest". We would tie each other to the pole, either hands behind (wrists sometimes crossed, sometimes not) or facing the pole, hands in front. I would also get the girl's younger sister (by about 2 years, and 2 grades) involved as well. There wasn't enough rope to actually wrap it around her torso or anything. 

One time, one of the younger kids who the girl's mother babysat, someone who looked about 5 or 6, saw me tying the girl to the pole, and asked me if I could do it to her. However, I felt that that would be inappropriate, so I told her she was too young. Just my feelings at the time (I never did tie or even pretend to tie that kid - and she never asked any further questions). 

Mostly I was bad at tying up the girls, but they were somewhat better at tying me. However, there was one time the older (my age, as opposed to her 2 grades lower sister) sister was tied so well she took about 5 or 6 minutes to get free and untangle the ropes. 

If I was tying her and she said that it hurt, I wouldn't go too tighter, or I might even loosen the rope. It wasn't because I believed in that "boys don't hit girls, but girls hit boys" thing at all (I always thought it was sexist and unfair), but because I didn't really want to hurt anyone. I later got out of that rule. 

Anyways, that's my story. Hope you liked it. 
And Stanley, I'd be interested in hearing the rest of your stories, personally.

I approached this one girl who I knew was easy to get along with, and was also very good looking (somewhat Spanish, but was born in the US), and I showed her my "ropes". I asked if I could tie her up, and mentioned my enjoyment of tying up girls, and she agreed, after all, we were more or less "watching" a video in class, and there was time to waste, so why not? 

The coming details are exactly what happened; I remember because I wrote them down later. 

She put her hands out in front, but I said I'd rather they be behind, so she put them behind her. I then crossed her wrists and tied them using one "rope", I wrapped the rope around and in between the wrists, and pulled tight. The girl yelped, but I didn't stop (note my previous post, how I was always afraid of hurting anyone). I tied a knot on the rope, and she sat down. 

I then got out another rope and said it was to tie her feet. I wrapped it around her ankles, and in between, and pulled tight before tying a knot on that one as well. 

The girl struggled, and appeared to be genuinely helpless (a success!!). She struggled, but couldn't free her hands; although she managed to uncross them, they were still tied. She struggled a lot more, and I talked a bit about my interest in tying girls up, and repeated a line I had read on the internet "safe, sane and consensual". She said "sane? You think this is sane?", but didn't seem annoyed or anything. 

I offered to untie her, but she refused, and continued to struggle. She hopped, and took tiny steps to move around, and finally asked a boy to untie her. It took him a while to do so. 

When she was free, the girl rubbed her wrists and said she couldn't feel her hands and that she was losing her circulation. As she told me this, she slapped me (not hard, and not in anger) a couple times. She certainly did have rope marks on her wrists. She bent down to untie her feet, but fell, and she had to sit down and take off her watch to untie her feet. 

Probably my best experience ever!

I worked at a job where I was to look after younger kids and help them with crafts and such. I got along very well with the kids, as I shared some of their interests (video games, for example!), and could even discuss Pokemon with them. I acted less like a leader than as a "big brother", I guess. As we went outside to the playground, we would often play such games (that the kids invented) as "Pokemon tag" and other stuff. 

One day, I inadvertently invented a new game we might as well call "cat and mouse" (actually, I think the kids called it that). It started when some kids were making animal noises, and since I could very well do a cat noise, I did just that. I started making some rather real sounding meows, and some of the kids started barking like dogs, but ran away when I scratched the air with my "claws", and meowed threatenly. 

The kids returned as mice the next day we went to the playground, and made squeaking noises, while I made meowing noises. The game quickly took on a definite form. I would meow and chase the kids around, until they overpowered me and caught me (often in a hula hoop), and put me in "prison" (an area between a fence, and a fenced in heater/cooler/generator/whatever it was). One kid who was kind of attached to me for some reason (she just one day started following me around) would be caught along with me, as she was "Cat Jr". 

While I was in prison (sometimes without Cat Jr, but usually with), the kids (for whatever reason, they were mostly girls; it was mostly boys who wanted to play Pokemon, while mostly girls played Cat and Mouse) would talk of frying the "cat" (me) and eating the "cat". 

One kid in particular was rather tough. She looked about 5, and was pretty crazy. I think she either liked attention, or action, or both. I've held off on names so far, as I didn't want to reveal anyone's identity, and I haven't even used fake names (like most of us do, I think), but I need something to call this kid, so I'll call her "crazy girl". 

Crazy girl would often enter the "prison" and playfully step on my toes, and growl in my face, and stuff like that. One time when she did this, I decided to fight back, but rather than step on her toes or growl in her face, I decided to spin her around, pin her hands behind her back, cross her wrists, break out of "prison" and pull her around the playground, all the while being chased by her friends saying "let go of her!" and stuff in their young, non-threatening voices. It was kind of funny. Eventually I would let go of crazy girl, sometimes I would even be taken back to prison. 

One time, though, I decided to try something else. One time when I was in "prison", I decided to break out with crazy girl, and take her hostage at a location. I pinned her hands behind her back, wrists crossed, as before, and I took her to the playground equipment. I told her that I would take her prisoner and while she was prisoner, I would leave, and she would get free and find the "secret weapon" that I, the Cat, had stored in my "basement" (the area on the playground underneath the raised area...I know that's not very descriptive, but I don't know what else to say). She told her friends this, and they agreed to play along (quite some persuasive power! She was one of the youngest there, but I guess crazy girl was also one of the most prolific!). 

I dragged my prisoner up to this part of the playground equipment just up a ladder, and had her sit down. I pretended to tie her hands together behind her back (I was already holding them crossed), and told her to sit down, and when she did with her feet out in front, I pretended to tie her ankles together by holding them in place for a short while, and pretended to gag her by putting my hand over her mouth. 

She got the picture. She mmmpphhed (no gag!) and moved left and right in place (no ropes!), and raised and lowered her legs as if trying to free her feet (no ropes!). She even kept her hands behind her crossed! I waited for her friends to pretend to untie her, but they didn't come for a while, so I went back to "tighten" the "bonds", and left. Later her friends "freed" her, but they forgot all about the "secret weapon"! 

As I recall, Cat Jr wasn't a part of this. She might have been absent that day. 

Anyways, it got me to thinking...what kind of shows did crazy girl watch, which would teach her how someone acts when tied up? I mean, Inspector Gadget isn't on at a convenient time anymore... 

Well anyways, that was a fun, almost funny, little time then. Keep in mind I would have never tied her up for real, because she simply wasn't close enough to my age, and I wouldn't have liked the idea that much. Also, notice how one thing led to another, and so on, ultimately culminating in what happened? 

Well, anyway, any thoughts? Great stories people, let's keep them coming!

One time when I came over, I revealed that I had a collections of "ropes" in my school bag, and asked if I could use them. She said to go outside the cafeteria, and after we went outside, I had her put her hands behind her back, and I wrapped a rope around them two times, knotted it, and pulled it tight. She said "make it tight!", so I tightened it some more by holding one end in my teeth, the other in my hands and pulling hard. She then just sat down on a bench and I sat next to her, later, I freed her by pulling one hand out. 

But that's not all. As I later found out, some kid took pictures of us! He told me "well, it's not every day you see a boy tie a girl up!" He didn't give me the pictures, but he's a generally nice kid. 

Anything quite like this happen to any of you?

Anyways, as you can see, I tried to be prepared, by keeping rope in my schoolbag. One time, though, I wondered if I should ditch the rope, as cops started to show up and start checking our bags in the morning (due to a series of events at our school, nothing violent, though). However, the cops were rather lazy at their job, and just brushed through the bags, and sometimes even skipped over me (maybe because I didn't look "suspicious')! I wonder what they would have thought if they had seen the ropes. I probably would have told them the truth (since it's probably the safest thing to do - they might just laugh and make some cute comment). 

As for the crazy girl story, I'm kind of uncomfortable to think that I actually pretended to tie up a kid that young, but I guess no harm was done. It seemed like a good idea at the time! Also notice how when I was in 5th/6th grade, and a kid that age came up to me, I simply told her she was too young (but that was when I was tying up a girl for real). I guess I don't have much else to say on this. Any thoughts? 

And that's it... I'll read whatever stories you people write! Great job so far, and if you have anything to share, keep it coming!

Also, while I'm here, does anyone know of any other tie-up scenes from movies involving young people?
So far, The Ref, Child's Play, Blind Fury, and Tom and Huck have been mentioned.

 Peace 

On this particular afternoon, as Jennifer approached us, Robby turned and asked me if we should grab her and tie her up. I never needed to be asked twice, and after we sat around a while, trying to think of something to do, I told them I had to go inside to use the bathroom. Once inside, I ran through the house and out the back door to the treehouse where the bag of ropes for our games was waiting. When I got back to our kitchen, I set the bag down just inside the door so Jennifer wouldn't see it, and removed only a single piece of rope, a few feet long, and shoved it in the back pocket of my jeans. I then went back out to the garage and rejoined Robby and Jennifer. 

Jennifer was dressed in her usual attire of cutoff jeans shorts and a tee shirt and sneakers with no socks, and I was excited thinking of the prospect of tying her slender legs. (As I have said before, I am, first and foremost, a leg man!) 

We talked for a few minutes as I tried to find some way to signal Robby that I was ready. When we finally made eye contact, I was standing next to one of the steel support posts in the center of the garage, and I pointed to Jennifer when she wasn't looking and leaned my back against the pole. Robby knew exactly what to do, and he waited for my signal. I reached into my back pocket and stepped around behind the post and yelled, "Now!" 

Jennifer jumped and turned around to see what I was up to and Robby grabbed her from behind in a bear hug and wrestled her over to the post. A couple of times, her feet came completely off the ground as she struggled and kicked, but Robby had no problem controlling her. He brought her to the post and managed to pull her arms around behind it so I could tie her wrists. I wrapped the rope around her wrists as many times as I could and tied it off. 

"Come on, you guys!" Jennifer yelled. 

I ran inside the kitchen and grabbed the bag of ropes, and when I returned, we finished securing Jennifer to the post. I tied a rope around her ankles and around the base of the pole while Robby used a longer rope to secure her torso to it. 

We both stepped back to admire our victim, when Robby asked the seemingly inevitable question: "So now what do we do with her?" 

Something in the way he asked it seemed fiendish and we huddled up trying to think of some sort of peril to put her into. Jennifer, as I've said, was familiar with our re- creations of the perilous scenes from television shows. She must have anticipated what we were up to because she started to squirm against her bonds in a vein attempt to free herself. 

Deciding her fate, Robby and I quickly ran around the yard gathering sticks and branches. Returning to our victim, we placed them at her feet and around the base of the pole. 

"There," I said, after we had built a nice pile around her tied feet. "That should be enough." 

When she started to protest, I reached into the bag and removed the piece of white cloth, which usually acted as a blindfold (and occasionally a gag) and I worked it between her teeth, trying it off behind her head. 

I sent Robby into our kitchen for matches, and Jennifer's eyes got wide as she struggled and mumbled into her gag. When Robby returned with the matches, we stood and teased our hostage. 

"So, now you're going to see what happens when you stick your nose in where it doesn't belong," I said, quoting a typical line from the many scenes we had watched on the Saturday afternoon movies. 

We tormented her for a while longer, and then Robby bent down close to the pile of sticks at Jennifer's feet and removed a match, poising it against the matchbook as if he were about to strike it. (He had no real intent of lighting it, he was simply interested in seeing Jennifer's reaction.) Jennifer squealed and struggled frantically, and I reached out to Robby and touched his hand. 

"Wait," I said. "I have a better idea." 

Robby slipped the matchbook back into his pocket, and the two of us went to the far side of the garage to devise our plan. 

In the corner of the garage was a dolly we used for carting trash barrels out to the curb. My older brother had built it in metal shop, and it was one of the standard L-shaped variety that we called a two-wheeler. Robby grabbed it and wheeled it over to the post where Jennifer was now tied. 

We started by untying only her hands, leaving her torso and her ankles were still secured to the post. Once they were untied, I pulled her wrists around in front of her and held them while Robby retied them with the same piece of rope. We removed the rest of the ropes that held her to the pole so that only her ankles and her wrists remained tied. I helped her hop away from the pole while Robby brought the two-wheeler in behind her, and with a couple more quick hops, I positioned her so she was standing on the base of the dolly. At that point, Robby and I began to bind her to the dolly with an assortment of ropes. As before, I secured her ankles and her legs, while Robby used an enormous amount of rope around her waist and torso until she could barely move. We still had one long piece of rope, one end of which I tied around the base of the dolly. 

Amid Jennifer's confused and muffled protests, Robby took hold of the dolly and tipped her back, wheeling her out to the driveway while I followed, holding the long coil of rope that was secured to the base of the dolly. 

I lived on a very steep hill, and my house sat atop a high lot, giving us a straight and fairly steep driveway that sloped away from the house. As we reached the crest of the driveway, Robby set the dolly straight up so that Jennifer was standing facing the garage with her back to the slope leading to the street. 

"This will make for a more interesting end for you I think," I told her, and again, we taunted her for a while as she tried to work herself free of her ropes. "Okay," I finally told Robby, "Let's get her ready." 

With that, Robby leaned the top of the dolly back so the top of the handle was resting on the pavement. In this position, she was laying on her back, her head pointed down the steep incline of the driveway as I held the rope that prevented her from rolling away. I then instructed Robby to go to the bottom of the driveway and let me know when cars were coming. In truth, I wanted him to let me know when the road was clear, not that we were going to let her go out into the road. We were just playing it safe. But when Robby called out to me that a truck was coming, and then gave me a thumbs-up, I knew the road was actually clear. In fact, I could see the entire road from where I stood, and I knew the road was clear, but Robby's announcement was for dramatic effect, and to elicit a response from Jennifer, which it did. 

"Well," I said to Jennifer. "I guess this is it." 

And with that, I began to let out the slack in the rope, allowing the dolly to roll slowly down the slope of the driveway. The scene was reminiscent of the old sawmill scenes where the damsel is bound to the log as it inches closer to the buzz saw, and both Robby and I enjoyed watching as Jennifer struggled furiously and squealed into her gag as she slowly rolled closer to the street. As she neared the bottom of the driveway, I allowed her to pick up speed, and she let out one final scream until I finally eased back on the rope and pulled her to a stop just a few feet short of the street. 

Jennifer claimed later not to have been scared. As always, she trusted us not to let anything happen to her (and nothing ever did). After we wheeled her around for a while, much to her displeasure, we finally untied her and spent the remainder of the afternoon in other, less dramatic pursuits. 

But it is certainly very possible to tie someone up and not get erotic pleasure from it. Why do you think many of the kids who played tie-up games lost interest? Because it was just a game for them. Those that continued into their teen years, obviously it was more for them. 

The thing is, Stanley's daughter approached him and asked him to tie her. It was her idea, not his. Therefore he was simply doing as she said. That's just how I see it. 

If Stanley himself had initiated the whole thing, then I would see it differently. But that's not what happened.

I've decided to break my silence to come to the defense of a fellow named Stanley, who posted two stories about innocent tie-up games with his neice. I feel that Stanley was attacked, and very unfairly, for contributing to this forum. 

There was nothing in Stanley's stories to indicate that the games were anything but innocent. As others have already pointed out, it was the girl's idea, not Stanley's. 

Why would anyone think that tie-up games have to be erotic? What's erotic to one person is not necessarily erotic to someone else. It's purely subjective. I think the people who attacked Stanley are seeing what they want to see, rather than what really is. 

And HeartBreakKid raises a very good point. Why attack Stanley, when others are posting stories about sons tying up their mothers? Is there any difference? I think this is just another example of "pedophile witch-hunting" paranoia. 

Stanley, if you're still out there, I'd like to hear more of your stories.

Several years ago between marriages I invited a divorced neighbor and her son to a 4th of July party I was having.They lived about 5 houses away.K---- was about 45 and kept herself in shape doing arobics.Like most women I'm attracted to she has nice legs and an athletic build.A pretty face is always welcome but legs, figure, and personallity come 1st.Anyway,K---- called right before the party and said her son would be w/ his dad but was she still welcome? Of course I said!Later on after the fireworks and everyone left, she kind of hung around so I asked her if she wated to watch a movie.BAM!! As always BONDAGE was the foremost thing in my mind. 

Karen was wearing a cotton blouse,short dark shorts, white socks and tennis shoes.As I searched for any kind of bondage situation on TV,I asked her what type of movies she liked, she said "adventure".My opening.I told her I had rented a movie that I thought was adventure but it turned out having girls tied-up and gagged,it was the whole premis to the movie"Sweet Gwemdolie".K---- stated "To bad you had to watch that by yourself."I asked her if she new anything about BONDAGE? She smiled and said she had never tried it but doubted she would like it.I told her I bet I could tie her wrist and ankles so it wouldn't hurt but she couldn't get out.She agreed.COOL!I got 2 pieces of rope and tied her wrist togather, then removed her shoes and securely tied her ankles togather,She twisted and turned her wrist but couldn't get undone.She smiled and said "This isn't so bad. 

The rest to follow if anyone is interested. Swanson 

 I'm only posting now because I feel I have something to say in relation to this entire Stanley/Peter deal. I'll go ahead right-out and admit that I'm not a parent, nor am I ready to be. I do have, on the other hand, a number of younger relatives who I have to act the parent around more times than I'd like as it seems their own haven't gotten out of their childhoods themselves. While I know this is hardly similar to having children of one's own, I can still understand Peter's concerns. 

 There was another poster earlier, November, I believe, who had a similar encounter with her uncle on a number of Sunday afternoons when she was in her early teens. A number of things from these stories triggered for me a red- flag. 

 Stanley's story, however, did not. Since only one, maybe two of his stories have been posted, I can't adequately judge from his stories his intentions... but neither can Peter. 

 Not all men are interested in molesting little girls, and simple tie-up games can't be seen as red flags all of the time. While bondage has a number of sexual connotations involved, it doesn't mean that a person who ties up another is automatically having sexual fantasies about that person. 

As I've stated before, I had a number of bondage expiriences when I was younger. Since I'm a guy, the thing to assume would be that I was attracted to all of my fellow- participants--wrong. Several of these were other guys, and I assure you that I am wholly heterosexual. Most of them were simple escapist expiriments. 

 But Peter did bring up an interesting point -- what did the parents think? Personally, I believe this to be the most important issue here. If they trust Stanley then I believe they would have a clear insight on his judgment and motives- -I'd like to hear from Stanley what they had to say. If they had no problem with it, then there's little reason we should unless you'd care to call DSS, which could be very difficult in this case. 

 There is one last thing I'd like to bring up... it is often stated that people who view dilemmas in others expirience them first-hand. Peter, I hope to God you're simply a very protective parent. 

 Please feel free to delete. 

 regards 

 WCO

It's sad that you feel you have to call me names to get your point across. I hope you teach your daughter better manners than you practice yourself. 

I do understand your concerns, and your point, even though I am not a parent. I But still, Stanley's stories did not indicate that anything wrong was going on.

And what makes it your job to protect Stanley's neice, anyway? She's not your daughter--you don't know her situation, or Stanley's, or their family's. Before you attack him, you should concentrate on protecting your own daughter. You seem good enough at it.

Why do I even care? Only because I wanted to hear more of Stanley's stories, and you seem to have scared him off.

In the future, why don't you try to get the full story before you jump to conclusions?

Other than that I'd just like to say that there have been some great stories posted lately.

 I have come to put the record straight. When I posted my two stories earlier, I did purely with the intentions of contributing to this forum some stories of which I though would fit. 

My tie-up games with my neice are purely for harmless fun and are usually role-playing games, sometimes she is Stacey from T.J. Hooker or one of the girls from Scooby Do. We have a dog that looks exactly like Scooby Do and she sometimes role-plays that, unfortunately I have to pretend to be Shaggy sometimes, I would much prefer being Fred but there you are. But without any doubt I am not turned on in any way when she is tied up. I simply participate in the games with her purely to entertain her. We play many other games together. She is only six yet she is a good scrabble player and we also play monopoly a lot and other games. The tie-up games is purely a small iota of what we do when I look after her. 

Her parents know about our games and are ok. Me and my brother are very close. We are best friends as well as brothers and he knows I would not do anything to hurt her any how. 

To Peter, I am very upset that you compared me with Charles Manson. I am sorry you feel this way but I can understand your reasons why. Just one question. If you feel so strongly against tie up games how did you find this forum and why are you here. One other thing Peter, I read earlier on either in Decembers archive or on this page about a mother who tied up her daughter who was going to ballet lessons to a post in the house streching her daughter and tying her up on tip toes. You did not say anything about her in anyway or even worse about a man earlier on in this page who babysat for two girls and left them for 4 hours tied up and ball-gagged while he watched a football game, you did not say anything about that either. I am simply a bloke who loves entertaining children and sometine now and again some tie-up games occur. Surely if my neice wants to be Stacey or Thelma at sometime and I particpate with her and watch her get so much enjoyment from it that it simply can't be that bad can it. I am sure you would prefer me to babysit you daughter than Gary Glitter or Ted Bundy, Angelo Bianci or even Charles Manson himself, any one of them who could harm you daughter in a much more way that I could not possibly even think about . 

We have had a few more tie-up games and I am sure that we will again soon and if anybody want's to read them I will post. Once again I am deeply sorry if I have offended anyone. 

Best Regards 

 Stanley. 

K---- took the rope , tied my wrist in front of me then wrapped the remaining part aroun my thighs.She did a much better job and I would really have to work to get free.She the took her blouse off and kneeled in front of me and asked if her being this way made me uncomfortable.I told her if I wasn't tied up I would show her just how "comfortable" I really was.She untied my wrist and said show me.Needless to say the rest cannot be printed here but as time went on she learned what a spreadeagle and a hog tie was.Thanks for allowing me to share my stories. Swanson 

I've been reading all stories here and have to say that yours seem innocent enough, and I would love to read more. Would you post them?

Well, this isn't a flame board, and I don't want it to become one on my account, so I'll defer giving a proper response in the hopes that this dude keeps his word and leaves.