On Thursday of my first week, I was one of the victims of a dastardly kidnap plot launched by Karen, the sweet little girl next door. She snuck over to my Aunt Jean's house and held my cousins, Becca and I hostage by tying us all up in the girls' bedroom. The plan was to hold us captive until our parents were forced to pay our ransom by her accomplices in town. Once the ransom was paid, Karen released me, and promptly left. No sooner did I untie the girls than we were swearing vengeance against Karen. Becca wanted to go right there and then to Karen's house and extract her revenge. 

Donna, however, politely declined the offer, explaining that since Karen attacked them so early in the day, they didn't have a chance to do some chores yet. Shirley and George weren't too pleased to hear their older sister say this, but they grudgingly went along. And so only Becca and myself made up the strike force that would wreak retribution upon Karen. Since I was still clad only in my pajamas, I dashed off to my room to make a speedy change of clothes. 

My pajamas were nothing more than a pair of red cotton shorts, which I favored whenever I slept over at my Aunt Jean's. I exchanged these for a pair of cut-off shorts; these were a pair of denim jeans with legs that were cut off at the mid-thigh to create a pair of shorts. I decided not to wear a shirt or shoes. When I came back out, Becca took one look at me and muttered, "You might as well have left on what you were wearing!" 

Becca wore a matching two piece, light blue outfit which consisted of a pair of short-shorts and a mini tank top that exposed her mid-rift. And like me, she was barefoot. Her long blond hair flowed down her shoulders and around her face like a golden waterfall. We grabbed a bondage bag (a regular paper bag that held the usual tie up game goodies like rope, tape and handcuffs), a couple of water pistols, and set off for Karen's house. She lived right down the block in a cul-de-sac. When we arrived, Becca discreetly gave me a few strands of rope from the bag and whispered for me to go around to the back, while she entered through the front door. 

Reliving just about every cop show I've seen on TV up to that point, I made my way to the back door and was happy to see that Karen had left it unlocked. She was an only child, with both parents who worked, and there was no sign of her caretaker, an elderly woman who lived next-door, so we knew she would be alone. As I entered the kitchen, my bare feet silent on the floor, I had images of a bound Karen dancing (or writhing?) in my head. 

However, Karen was nowhere to be seen. When I heard a commotion further inside the house, I entered the hallway and saw a sight that made me stop dead in my tracks. Becca was arguing with Karen, who held a water pistol to Becca's face. "Donna told you, didn't she?" Becca angrily said. "She called you just as we were coming over, right?" Karen, who still wore the shorts and tank top she had on when she "kidnapped" us earlier, had a broad smile on her face. "Just lay down on the floor," she calmly said, "and put your hands behind your back." Becca gestured at me. "Yeah, well, he'd better be your captive, too!" "You are both my captives!" Karen cried. To help emphasize this fact, I dropped my pistol and held up my hands in surrender. Karen turned to Becca and added, "Now will you please lay down on the floor?!" Muttering angrily under her breath, Becca laid face down on the floor. I found out later that Becca had been sneaking down the hallway when Karen jumped out behind her from a doorway and got the drop on her. I wasn't sure what made Becca madder, the fact that Karen caught us, instead, or that Donna had ratted us out. 

My first command as Karen's captive was to tie up Becca-an order that, I admit, I really had no problem carrying out. We moved into the living room, where Becca laid face down on the carpeted floor. I knelt beside her and used several lengths of clothesline rope from our very own bondage bag to bind her wrists together behind her back. Karen even made sure that I double knotted Becca's wrists; meaning that I tied a separate strand of rope vertically over the original bond. 

I have to say that there was an awful distraction. I mentioned that Becca wore a mini tank top which exposed her mid-rift. Well, as I tied Becca's wrists, I fought the compulsion to tickle her bare sides. And it was a major temptation, let me tell you! But my better nature prevailed, and I moved down Becca's body to bind her ankles together in the same double bound fashion that I tied her wrists. I even avoided any temptation to tickle Becca's bare soles. I was a good little captive. 

Once Becca was bound to Karen's liking, she escorted me to her favorite bondage spot in the house, the guest bedroom. Karen told me to lie face down on the bed. Once I did this, she bound my wrists together behind my back with clothesline rope. When my wrists were tightly fastened, Karen moved down to my feet, which she bound together at the ankles. Then she hog-tied my bound ankles to my wrists for good measure. 

When I let out a grunt after she tugged on the rope binding my feet, Karen instantly asked, "Are you uncomfortable?" 

"Isn't that the idea?" I said with a chuckle. 

"I mean it," Karen said, deadly serious, "if you're not comfortable, let me know, and I'll loosen the ropes for you." 

I told her I was fine. While my bonds were very snug (I certainly wasn't going anywhere!), they weren't that uncomfortable. 

Karen left me alone so she could get Becca. When they returned, Becca still had her hands bound behind her back. She automatically started to take a seat on the opposite side of the bed from me when Karen stopped her. 

Karen made Becca sit down in a hard-backed, armless, wooden chair. The back of the chair was too broad for Becca to slip her bound arms around, so Karen untied her hands and then retied them behind the chair. However, there was still the problem of the chair being too broad to allow Becca's wrist to be bound together in back. So Karen solved this by binding Becca's wrists to the first two spindles of the chair's back. Actually, the ropes secured Becca's wrists and forearms to the back of the chair. It was a pretty elaborate tie up job. Karen then wrapped a rope around Becca's upper torso and secured it to the back of the chair. 

Once her captive's arms and upper body were fastened down, Karen went to work on Becca's legs. She tied Becca's ankles together, and then secured them to a length of rope, which was bound between the two front legs of the chair. This served to keep Becca from moving her already tied feet back and forth. As if all of this wasn't enough, Karen tied another piece of rope around Becca's legs, just below the knees. 

One thing I noticed while I happily watched this little bondage scene was that Becca kept grunting and groaning throughout the entire procedure, and Karen simply ignored her. I thought it was funny how earlier, when I let out one little grunt, Karen immediately offered to loosen my bonds, and yet all the while Becca kept giving obvious signs of her discomfort, Karen hardly gave her a second glance! 

Karen stood back with her hands on her hips and admired her rope work on Becca. 

"You used more rope on me than you did on him," Becca said petulantly. 

"That's because you're more annoying," Karen said deadpan as she started for the door. "I'm gonna get gags. You two stay right where you are!" 

"Ha, ha!" Becca said sarcastically. She then turned to me and added, "We'll have to get her good…her and Donna." 

Becca had a point. Donna was asking for it. And it was nice for once to be on Becca's side when she was swearing vengeance against somebody. But there was a little problem: in order to take our revenge, we had to get free, first. And, presently, that was easier said than done. 

When Karen returned with a roll of duct tape, she happily gagged Becca-not with one, or two, or even three, but with four pieces of duct tape. The lower half of Becca's face was covered in gray. I was only gagged with one strip of tape; after which Karen placed her finger over my gagged lips and went "Shhhhhh!" 

Karen left us long enough to get a magazine. When she returned, Karen made herself comfortable on the opposite side of the bed from me. She casually flicked through the magazine as she kept an eye on us, while lazily bouncing a bare foot up and down on the mattress. After a while, we heard the front door slam, and then the singsong voice of Karen's elderly caretaker calling her name throughout the house. 

Then Karen sprinted out of the room and into the sugar plum world where her caretaker resided. I could hear faint echoes of their pleasant conversation from where I lay on the bed. This only served to reinforce the fantasy of being captured for me-that and watching Becca writhing as best she could against her bonds certainly didn't hurt, either! Once Karen left, Becca went all out in her struggle to break free of her bonds. To this day I'm uncertain whether she did it for my benefit, but Becca's thrashing against the ropes was quite a sight to behold. It was also something to hear, as well. In addition to her constant mmmmfphing under her gag, her physical exertion caused the chair she sat on to creak and groan in protest. 

I quickly gave in to my own little fantasy that Becca and I were a couple of junior detectives who were captured by the bad guys and stashed away in this stuffy bedroom. I started my own bout of writhing and struggling against my bonds, and it wasn't an act, either. I gave it my best shot and tried to pull my wrists and ankles free of their bonds, but it was no use. 

I gave up and listened instead to the muffled lighthearted conversation that wafted into the room. It was very easy to imagine that they were the voices of our captors, who were celebrating their good fortune at having caught these nosy kids, and were now plotting what they would do with us. Donna and I had been in a similar situation like this as captives of Karen last summer, and I was very happy to be experiencing it once more. God help me, but I truly loved every minute of this stuff. And when I saw Becca gaze back at me with a sparkle in her eye, it was obvious that, despite her bluster, she also enjoyed playing these games as well, either as a captor or captive. 

When we realized that Karen's caretaker was staying for far longer than just a simple check-in visit on her young charge, Becca decided to use this to our advantage by hatching an escape attempt. But this proved to be easier said than done! 

Becca told me later that she had planned to move her chair over to the bed I laid on, so that I would reach out with my bound hands and untie one of her wrists. However, that plan fell to pieces once Becca realized that she could not, for the life of her, move the chair she was bound to even an inch! She had planned to slide it across the floor with her bound feet, but (1) there wasn't enough leverage for her feet to be very effective and (2) there was wall-to-wall carpeting in the guest bedroom, which made any sliding around of furniture (whether by a bound or unbound person sitting on it) pretty hard to do. The carpeting was thick, and once the chair's legs had sunk in, it might as well have been mired in mud. 

However, all was not lost, at least for me. Because once again, I had the joy of watching Becca writhe and wiggle her bound body around in the chair. I couldn't help but marvel at her determination (among other things) as she fought a losing battle. It wasn't long before her skin glistened with sweat, causing her bangs to stick to her forehead in dark blond spikes. 

Finally, Becca let out a sharp exhale of breath through her nose and slumped back in the chair. Not being able to give her proper condolences, I gave her a little wink of reassurance, to which she simply rolled her eyes in frustration. 

After being bound for a good thirty minutes or so, Karen came back inside and started untying my wrists. She explained that her caretaker was making lunch for all of us, and decided that this would be a good time for a break. Karen also wanted to know if Becca and I could act as if we had just come inside. However, once we were untied, we didn't even get to the front door before the old woman saw us and started making a fuss over seeing me for the first time since last summer. If she knew Becca and I had been bound and gagged in the guest bedroom all along, she never let on. Since she called the break, and we didn't escape, Becca and I remained Karen's captives, even while we were free. I didn't mind a break. Since I had been playing tie up games non-stop since literally waking up this morning, I skipped breakfast, and now my stomach was letting me know how famished I had become. 

Karen's caretaker served a delicious lunch of cold cuts and salads. We were about two-thirds through our meal when the old woman took her leave, telling us to simply leave everything. However, no sooner did Becca and I finished eating than Karen bound our hands behind our backs and gagged us with duct tape, right at the table. Then, she did something really interesting. 

With our feet still untied, Becca and I were escorted into the laundry room, which sat between the kitchen and the back porch. Karen made Becca and I sit cross-legged on the floor, right next to the washer and drier. Then, with a small smile on her face, Karen turned and headed back into the kitchen and began cleaning up. 

Becca and I exchanged wide-eyed looks of puzzlement over our gags for a few seconds, and then she promptly uncrossed her legs, got up and knelt down next to me so that her back was facing me. I turned my body so that her bound hands could reach mine, and thus we began a desperate little race to untie each other before our captor noticed what we were doing. 

Becca let out an annoyed groan when Karen abruptly stuck her head into the laundry room, and said, in her best shocked tone of voice: "What are you two doing?!" 

After grabbing some more rope, Karen came over and pulled us apart just as Becca was getting some headway in loosening my bonds. Once both of our wrist bonds were rechecked (and mine were retied), Karen escorted us out to the back porch; which had a roof, and was screened in on all three sides. We were made to sit down on two separate pieces of garden furniture. I sat in a wooden reclining chair with cushions, while Becca sat on a similar-style sofa. Karen forced Becca to lie down on the sofa on her side, where she bound Becca's legs together at the ankles and knees. 

Then Karen came over to me and also bound my legs together at the ankles and knees. Appearing satisfied that we wouldn't be able to help each other out; Karen gave us a big grin before she left us once again to presumably resume her clean up chores. 

Becca, who lay facing me, began twisting and writhing around on the sofa in an effort to turn her body around 180 degrees. As for myself, while I once again enjoyed watching Becca's strenuous exercise session, I had to admit to feeling a little self-conscious about being tied up out doors. However, there wasn't anybody in sight, and the position of Karen's porch made it hard for anybody to see us. 

When I heard an annoyed grunt, I glanced back and saw Becca had successfully turned around on the sofa; her back was now facing me, and her bound hands made a grasping gesture towards me. I didn't need to be told twice. 

I got up and hopped over to where Becca lay. Bear in mind that this was easier said than done; however, it helped that the sofa was right next to the chair I sat in. After a couple of unsteady hops on my bound feet, I landed (crashed landed is a more apt description) next to Becca. With a glance over my bare shoulder, I quickly found the knot that bound Becca's wrists together and started to pull it loose. As you might have guessed, all of this was doing wonders for my "junior detective" fantasy! As far as I was concerned, little Doug and spunky Becca were fighting to free themselves before the big, bad villains foiled this escape attempt, as well. Once free, we were going to run to town and call the cops so these dastardly thieves won't get away with the money they stole from the orphans fund. (my twelve-year-old self actually wrote this little fantasy out in my bondage journal back then; if you didn't know I was a weird kid, now you do) 

Once I pulled Becca's wrists free, she sat up and pulled off her tape gag. Then she spun around and, with her legs still bound, removed my gag and untied my hands. 

As luck would have it, Karen came back out just as Becca was untying her ankles. I didn't even get my knees untied. Karen casually leaned back against the wall and waved a water pistol at us. 

Becca's reaction to this was to stop untying her ankles and fall wearily back against the sofa. "Oh come on, Karen!" she moaned. 

This made the three of us-even Becca-laugh uproariously. Karen said later that she deliberately left Becca and I alone just long enough to almost untie each other, and all the while she would be discreetly watching. Then she would run in at the last possible minute and spoil our escape. In addition to being the most insidious psychological torture I'd ever encountered, it actually made the game all the more thrilling for me. 

Karen graciously allowed for the game to be put on hold for the rest of the day-but only after securing a promise from both Becca and I that we were still technically her captives, and would restart the new game as such. 

And we did resume the game the following day; with Becca and I facing more thrills and chills from Karen. That story will be next. I'm sorry to keep breaking it up like this, but this is a lengthy one. I will post it here in February. 

As always, thanks for reading. 

Doug 

My attack on you had no more substance than your attack on Stanley. Perhaps the next time you get ready to attack someone else you will remember how it felt to be on the other side. 

Yes, I know to wrongs don't make a right, and that is why I am telling you that I regret my actions. However, I still hope that you have learned something from being on the receiving end of what you apparently dish out. 

Consider this an apology.

 I'll let you all know when/if things are a go. 

Later 

WarMachine 

 After Nicki and Carl moved away, I was more or less alone. I'm an only child; I didn't have any cousins near my age; and I had very few friends in my neighborhood (away from the city). I liked tie-up games enough that I tried to play by myself. (In that situation, I had to play a lot of games by myself--it's not all as pathetic as I make it seem though; I had a happy childhood.) Anyway, that just wasn't nearly as much fun. 

 At some point, my grandparents moved around the block from me (in the country, that's a very big block, but still an easy trip on bicycle). So I spent plenty of time over on that street. Then a new family moved in across the street from them. They are all younger than me, but we still became great friends. 

 It was a couple of years into this friendship before I started getting results. I'm sure I tried to drop hints about games such as cops and robbers all along, but I didn't want to warp anybody's mind by just blurting out something about getting tied up. So finally I gave them enough prodding one day that one of them said, "Do you have any handcuffs?" I've read earlier posts here about people being very bashful around tie-up words and phrases, and at this time I easily blushed at the mention of the word handcuffs. 

 Anyway, that day and on several other occasions, I heard them tell stories of playing a game called war at the last apartment complex they lived. That would have been when these kids were all under ten years old. Apparently some of the older kids at those apartments had a couple of pairs of handcuffs and played war with them all the time. It was always older vs. younger, and my friends were on the younger side. It was basically cops and robbers with an attitude. The younger kids hid, and the older ones captured them and cuffed them in a variety of positions. Standard was one hand chained to a fence. One of them told me they once had one hand in front, one behind them, and they were cuffed between the legs. It would have been very easy for him to bring his hands around to the front, except the captor held his arm and forced him to run in that position. One of them told me they were cuffed behind the back and pushed to the ground, then his face was rubbed in the dirt. OK, that started to sound a bit weird, but it sounds like they played often and they enjoyed it. They were making me quite jealous that I hadn't lived in that apartment complex and played that game. In my next post, I'll describe one of the times I played war with them. 

It's been 7or 8 months since I posted one of the stories in the saga of my teenage adventures with Nancy. I have seen a lot of new names since I last posted so this story is going to seem a little strange unless you've been introduced to the characters. Here's a list of the past stories and where they are if you want to read them. I know I had to go over them again, to see what I wrote and which stories have yet to be posted. 
 

A beginning Parts 1-14 in May 99 Section II 

 Parental Involvement Part 1-12 in May 99 Section II 

 Parental Involvement Round 2 Parts 1-11 June Section I 

 Parental Involvement Round 3 Parts 1-7 June Section I 

 The Ride Home Parts 1-3 June Section I 

 The Game Parts 1-10 June Section II 

 Captive Nancy Parts 1-8 June Section II 

 Nancy's Revenge Parts 1-12 July Section I 
 

Life for me has been quite busy and I forgot all about this story I was working on. Sorry for leaving you hanging like that. If it weren't for someone reading the archives and asking me questions about it I probably would never have remembered. So here's is another installment. Hope you enjoy it. 
 

Hope I don't screw up the HTML tags, last time I was limited to 2000 words. It should be an easier read this time. 
 

Ex-Leech 
 

Nancy and I were playing a game one summer day during the year when all the neighbor kids were playing the Game. We had decided today that we would take a break from the neighborhood Game, and without us nothing usually happened. Today we were at the table, and Mrs. Mason was working really hard trying to clean up the house. I don't know why I said it but Nancy sure was shocked. 
 

"Mrs. Mason, could we tie you up sometime." I said while Nancy's jaw hit the table. 
 

Mrs. Mason, calmly turned around with a smile on her face and said, "You know the deal, if you and Nancy can escape from one of my tie-ups than you can tie me up." 

My last experience with Mrs. Mason told me that Nancy and I would never escape from her tie-ups so I tried a different plan. "What if we were to tie you up, and then while you try to escape we would finish vacuuming the house and cleaning up everything," I asked. 

Mrs. Mason began to think and Nancy began to choke. 

"You've got yourself a deal, but to make it more interesting, if I escape you have to clean and vacuum the house next week too." Mrs. Mason declared. 

"Why don't you go get ready and I will talk to Nancy to figure out what we want to do." I said. 

Nancy's face was a mixture of anger, excitement and embarrassment, "What are you doing, getting us saddled with housework like that." 

"Oh come on, isn't it worth it for a chance to get your Mom back for what she did to us in the mountains." 

"I don't know, I really hate housework and I am not sure it's worth it, " she said. 

"Oh come on, do it for me. I'll owe you one," I begged. 

She got a familiar gleam in her eye, and I nearly changed my mind but the thought of tying up Mrs. Mason quickly changed any doubts I had. 

"Ok, you owe me one, how do you want to do it." 

"Well, unless you want to clean house next weekend we better to a real good job." 

"That's for sure," Nancy agreed. 
 

"I'll get the chest, and we'll do it in your Mom and Dad's room so she won't feel too exposed." 

"Sounds good, I'll go see what she's doing." Nancy said. "Bring the chest upstairs." 

 I ran downstairs to get our chest full of ropes and stuff. When I got to the bedroom Nancy and her Mom were both talking. Mrs. Mason had changed into black lycra leggings and a too-big red sweat shirt. Nancy was asking what all had to be done to finish cleaning the house. 

"Ok where do you want me?" Mrs. Mason said, "and Nancy, makes sure he keeps his hands to himself, I know you teenage boys." 

I probably turned three shades of red and both Nancy and her Mom laughed. 

We decided that she would be most comfortable lying on the bed. Nancy's parents had a iron framed canopy bed that was really sturdy which created many points that we could use to tie her up. I was really concerned that we do a good enough job that she would never be able to get out without help. I mean after all I wasn't too crazy about having to clean up the entire house again. 

First we decided to use a spread eagle that was not uncomfortably tight, we would take the slack out later. Nancy and I each took a side I tied one of her feet to the King size bed and Nancy tied the other. The black leggings she was wearing were like hosiery in that they covered her feet but they were thick and opaque. The bed was so wide that when we were done her legs formed probably a 60 to 70 degree angle. She didn't indicate any kind of discomfort. We were using long strips of soft cloth and practiced enough to know exactly how tight to tie the bonds without cutting off her circulation. 

Next we moved to her hands. Pushing the sleeves of her sweatshirt back revealed a tight red sleeve that probably belonged to a leotard that she was wearing underneath. We were smart enough to wrap her hands several times but we knotted it near the bottom of the bed rail where she would never be able to get to it. I then went to the chest to get the making for a gag and when I turned around I noticed that with her legs spread the large sweatshirt had moved up her thighs revealing that she was indeed wearing a red leotard beneath it. Little sweat beads of sweat formed across my forehead watching her test the bonds. "Open wide," I said. 

"I don't suppose there is anyway I could convince you to not gag me," she asked. 

"Well we really wouldn't be tying you up unless you were gagged. I mean after all you gagged us in the mountains right." 

"Ok," she said as she opened her mouth to accept the large wad of silk scarves I had in my hand. 

Nancy was waiting behind me with an ace bandage, which she wrapped around her head while I helped hold her head up. 

As I mentioned before there was a bit of slack in all the ropes that led from her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. To remove this, we tied more cloth strips just below her knees and then tied that rope to her elbows forcing her to bend both her elbow and knee joints, which removed the slack. It also had the duel effect of forcing her to split her legs even more since her knees were now bent towards her elbows. 

At this point I suggested to Nancy that we inspect each other's knots before proceeding just so we don't miss anything. We switched sides of the bed and looked carefully at each other's knotting technique. There were a few minor adjustments but overall we were both pretty confident that she would not be able to get out of them, but we weren't finished. 

The rope that was tied between her knees and her elbows was used as an attachment point for another rope, which we ran underneath the bed to the other side where we re-attached it to its twin on the other side of the bed. This pulled on that rope even tighter bringing her knees and elbows closer together and completely eliminating any movement since the ropes attached to the bed frame wouldn't allow her knees and elbows to bend any further. 

We still weren't finished. We took a small nylon rope and tied it to each of her thumbs and fastened them to the bottom supports of the bed frame. Next we tied her index finger and her middle finger together and then tied her ring finger and her pinky finger together. We tied each set of fingers to a separate rung of the bed. The combined effect was that her fingers couldn't clasp or grab anything since they were anchored apart to different parts of the bed. 

The finishing touches were a blindfold and a set of earplugs so she wouldn't be able to tell if we were actually cleaning the house or not. 

She made quite a sight straining at the ropes. Her efforts didn't change her position even the littlest bit and Nancy and I left the room to go clean the house. We spent the next few hours cleaning the house. Nancy would check on her Mom every once in a while, making sure she wasn't in any pain. 

Once we were finished with the house Nancy had come up with an idea. 

"Why don't we leave Mom like she is for Dad to discover?" Nancy said excitedly. 

"I don't know, I got in trouble last time I left you tied for your parents to discover." 

"Yeah, but this time we'll leave a note on the door telling him there is a surprise for his Birthday which is next month. And I'll call him to make sure he is coming home alone." 

"Well as long as you tell your Mom it was your idea." 

"Great I'll write the note and call Dad. I'll then have to go over to your house until Dad gets back. So why don't you call your family and see if I can come over." 

"Ok." 

Nancy's plan went off without a hitch and she stayed at my house until 9:00 pm. 

"Call me and tell me what happened, I hope we don't get in trouble," I said as she left my house. 

"Ok, see ya later. Remember you owe me one" Nancy said as she ran back home. 

Great, I thought, she didn't forget about that little debt. 
 

I'll let you know what happened in my next post. I hope it won't be another seven months. 

To make a long story short we met, we dated and now comes the cool part of the story. 

Our two families went to a friend of mines for dinner one night.After supper we were all in the basement.My friend an I were playing Pool and the ladies were talking.The kids were running around and guess what one of the girls brought out?A 40' long piece of white nylon rope.You guessed it.The 3 girls proceded to wrap the rope around each other until they got smart and started tying each other to a computer chair.B---- said in a voice loud enough for the whole block to hear"Whose going to tie me up?" Both girls raced back over but did a sloppy job of BONDAGE on her. I clanced up from my next shot and told D---- she had better be carefull or she would be next. She smiled snd gave me a little look that told me the idea wasn't totally out of the question. 

 When we got home and put the kids to bed D---- said her feet were killing her.I thought now is the time to be a little bold.I said I watched her as the kids were playing there tie up game and she didn't seem to object.She said "Let'em have fun."I asked If she would let me have a little fun? That same coy smile came over her face. "What did you have in mind?" I told her I'd give her a foot rub if she would let me tie her ankles togather.She asked if I had some rope stashed away? I lied and said "NO" but I know where a jump rope was.She said what ever turns you on.D---- had worn some nice shorts over to my friens and some nice leather sandals.As I came back w/ the jump rope she had removed the sandals and was stretched out on the living room floor. She had a small bottle of hand lotion to use as I rubbed her feet.I carefully placed her ankles togather and wrapped 5-6 strands then carefully but firmly cinched the strands togather.She looked at me and "You've done this before."I told her I was a Scout.We talked and I rubbed and I finally asked if she was uncomfortable and she smiled and saic "Not at all." All I could do was enjoy the sight of her bound ankles and thank the kids for playing their tie- up game. 

I'd like to know how you out there prefer ankles to be tied, togather or crossed. 

 Thanks for reading. Swanson

To Swanson

Nice story, although tying just the ankles isn't quite my thing. I am into feet, though. It seems a lot of us are.

 I noticed that a couple of recent post involved kids getting tied up as punishment. Does anyone else have similar stories?

 I have a couple of experiences where I witnessed this.

 First, when I was coming home from work one day, I saw a red-haired girl tied to the tree in front of her house. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, but no shoes or socks. Also, she was not gagged. There was no one else around, so I'm assuming she was in trouble for something and got tied up.

 This other time, I saw a little boy getting tied to, or getting untied from, the basketball hoop in front of his house by a woman whom I'm assuming was his mother.

 If anyone else knows of similar events, please post them.
Thanks.

One evening when Claire went to call her friend Nicola and they came back to our house to play, they were coloring some books when Claire realised that there was a color missing and then she remebered it was up in her bedroom. She went upstairs to get it and a few minutes later returned with the jump rope she had kept there that from my previous post you now is and old jump rope thats cut in two. 

She said let's play a tie up game again. I said oh alright then and she turned around and put her hands behind her back. Her friend was sitting next to her unsure what was happening and smiled. I tied Claire's hands behind her back in my usual hands crossed each over fasion. and then she said tie my legs up to. So I did that. Nicola said have you got any more rope. I said what for. Nicola said I want to join in. I said what you want me to tie you up as well. She said it's ok my big brother Steven has a few times before. Claire said I know what lets have a competition and see who can escape the first. Give us a prize for whoever manages it. I said ok then. 

I had just purchsed a new revolving line system and my old rather rust line posts became redundant. I had taken down the posts and removed the nylon rope that was on it and stored it a draw somewhere. It was a nylon rope rather than a usuall plasic one that is used for a line and I remeberd where I put it and got it. I cut it into two lengths and Nicola turned around and put her hands behind her back and I tied them in my normall hands crossed each over fashion, I then tied up her legs and started watching. 

They both rolled around squirming and giggling as well trying to beat each other. After about 10 minutes I started getting bored with this waiting to give the prize out and started to liven it up a little bit. I said if neither of you is untied in 1 minute I will start to tickle you. They started become hysterical and said no no no no we'll escape please wait. They laughed and squeeled as I started counting down 60, 59 ,58, 57. They turned tossed trying to work some knots loose. 30, 29, 28, 27. The started screaming and squirming faster, 20, 19, 18, 17, They said please please wait wait, 4, 3, 2, 1. My fingers starting wriggling and finally touched their tummies. The howled and screemed. I tickled one with one hand and the other with the other hand. And they kicked and howled but could not do anything about it. 

They became a little bit breathless after a little while so I stopped and deciced that they had had enough. I said ok time to play another game and untied them otherwise they would have probably been trying to get loose all night. I asked them if they though that was fun and they said yes but could I tie them little slacker next time so they could escpae. I though next time hey ok. We played another tie up game next time and they actually got even with me a little aftwards. Until next time bye. 

Stanley Stimer 

She went red with embarrasment as her boobs were revealed. I got a nearby blanket and cover her. I removed the tape and said what the hell is going on. She said after the video had finished she went upstairs to take a shower and had just come out and put her panties on when her friends grabbed her and took her to her bedroom. They tied her up for a joke and left her until I came home. She said she woudn't have minded if she had dressed first. She knew that I was coming home and did not want me to see her bare. Her friends though it was funny. Sometime later after I had another bout finished she asked me to help get even for her. I said ok but I laughed and said as long as they keep their clothes on. I did help and will post it later. 

 Jonathan Evans

 This is summer, shorts and t-shirt weather for everybody. Now a proper game or war (as they explained to me) involved about six kids on each side. But we were out in the country and didn't have a lot of other kids around. We've been known to play with just two people, me and Brian (even though that hardly constitutes a war--more like a skirmish). Now with just two people, the primary focus was on the hide-and-seek part of the game, because as soon as I caught him, it would be over. But the game was still fun. When I was the chaser, it took me a good ten minutes to find Brian. I got a handcuff on one of his hands, but he struggled some. It's all part of the game, but I didn't want to be too forceful, so I put the other cuff on my own wrist.

I went and got my stash of rope and said let me tie her to the playground set.I tied her wrist apart then tied her ankles togather.Stepping back to watch I can still remember today what a cute site she was.She slid her wrist togather and was untie in no time.As she untied her ankles I said that was to easy.So we went into our storage bldg. and I did a lot better job.Her hands tied behind her while setting in a chair, her thighs and ankles tied tightly togather, then "it" happened, my Mom walked it and said "Did L--- let you do that to her?" I sheepishly replied it's just a game.I untied L--- and my Mom made me come in to eat supper. 

L--- never managed to find time to play our little game again and I still see her on occasion.Oh yeah, when we received our yearbooks my senior year in high school and had everyone autograph them she wrote --- I still remember playing Cops N Robbers.Thanks for reading. Swanson 

It started when I promised not to tickle him except for maybe his feet I said ok. I first took a black nylon rope tied his hands crossed looping the rope very well and making very tight knots. Probally the best tie I could have done, I guess concentration works. Well anyways I took the same type of rope and tied his feet but not real secure. I then proceded to tie his thigs with a wool neck scarf but it was a litle effective. I than took a knee high pant hose I got from my mom's bedroom earlier and tried to stuff it in his mouth but he refused. The reason is he said why are you going to gagg me if I have no reason to scream. I said shut up and told him to play along. Istuffed it in the took a red bandanna and tied it over his mouth and tied it off. I tickled his big feet and long toes but it got to him and stopped. He finally got loose after about 15 minutes. 

He asked how I did the hands and I tried to show him the best I could. He then ssaid it was my turn. He did almost the same type of tie to my hands and the rest of the body except only using the bandanna by knotting it into a ball. he tickled my feet a little and it took me about 20 minutes to get free. 

I then though of doing a nice old age tie to the chair. Since I have not tried one in a while. I took the black ropes and tied each hand to teach arm of the chair. Then with the scarf I tied his feet, this time very tightly. I then got another Nylon red rope, but this being much smaller and a roll of duct tape. I tied his thighs togeather and with each end streached it and tied it to the arms ofthe chair. I then gagged him with 3 layers of duct tape. I then rapped the tape around once on each wrist already covered with rope. This got him mad. I then made a bad mistake. I took the tape and rapped it all around his neck and mouth once. More on that in a minute. But anyway i could not resiest of tickling his super ticklish spots. Them being the ribbs, stomach and bellybutton, and his armpits. I tickled his stomach for about 5 minutes, then ribbs for 5 and then his most ticklish spot. Those being his armpits. I stuck my fingers and tickled them mercyfully. With him laughing so hard into the gagg and him pusing the chair, which had wheels back, and banning the closet door. I could not give the oppurtunity of tickling him and for once not able to hear him scream. The only thing I did not like is the fact that it was not my girlfriend or anyother girl. I then ungagged him and stopped the tickling so he could breath and get free. Well after about 45 minutes he could not get loose. So I untied him. Now here is the mistake with the duct tape. If you are smart, which you all seem to be, you would have realized that the tape got stuck to his neck hairs. I had to put him through tickle torture then getting some of his neck hairs ripped off. SO I helped and poured water on the tape and neck. It helped a little.I cut off a little hair. That is the only reason I never did it in the first place, but hey I messed up and I stayed calm. IT was a temtation that was carried out and should not have been. But it never ruined tie- up ganes in the future. 

I hoped you liked it. 

 I'll try to recall some details of those days long ago and post them. Hmm...I wonder what she's doing now?

I was to rob their safe that was in their supposed office. Nicola was her long black hair was preteding to be the Jackylin Smith character and claire with her long blonde hair was prentnding to be the Cheryl Ladd character. I burst into their office with a wolly hat over my face and said where's the money. I told them to lie on the floor and I opened the safe. They said ok take what you want but dont hurt us mister. After I stuffed the money in my pocket I had the now infamous jump rope and nylon clothes line rope from the last story and said I am going to tie you up to stop you calling the cops. 

I tied their hands behind their backs in my normall hands crossed over fashion but with some slip nots this time. I showed them earlier how to get out of slip nots so that they could escape easily. I tied their legs together and then put some tape over their mouths. I then fled outise to count my loot. After a few minutes they managed to work the slip knots loose as I had shown them and untied their legs and took the tape of their mouths. 

 It seems that the charlies angles game had ended for them know and they turned into Cagney and Lacey and I heard one of them say right we're gonna bust that burgular. I had my back turned outside going through the robbed money and they took me by surprise. I now know what was in the plastic bag that Nicola was carrying it was a police officers kit that her little brother Adam had for his birthday. She had sneaked it out of his bedroom and brought it over. It contained a police officer's hat a set of toy hancuffts, a badge and a plastic toy police stick. Nicola was wearing the hat and showm me her badge. Claire was holding the handcuffs and the toy stick.. 

They grabbed me and said you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. I said uh oh what now. They placed the handcuffs on me behind my back and took my out to the back garden. There was a lockable shed out there that was going to be their jail. It had a bolt on the outside. Something now tells me that they had this planned. I was locked in the shed with my hands still hancuffed and they left me for a while. I said from inside the shed I want a lawyer. They said keep quiet or you will be in there for even longer. They said the were counting the money to make sure it was all there. 

You will pleased to know that I was let out soon afterwards from the sh.. I mean jail on parole for having good behavior and de-hancuffed. Actually there was a knock on the door by a man in a suit and they did not want to answer the door to a stranger themselves. Turned out he was a blooming Jehovas Witness. They said they very much enjoyed the game and also like turning the tables of me this time. That happened recently and we have had no more tie up games yet but I am sure that we will do and I will post them. 

 Stanley Stimer. 

 They finally agreed and what she did not tell them was that I was already inside there. She told on the way over to the empty house have you heard the news, there is an escaped killer on the loose and the police are looking everywhere for him but I dont suppose he's anywhere around here. Of course the escaped killer would be me inside the empty now occupied house supposidly on the run. 

 I wore a big black smelly wig and my sister had painted some stubble on to me to me which was going to make me look as if I had not shaved for a while because I have been on the run. I wore some shades to hide my eyes and I wore what I though would be a dead giveaway one of those convict outfits that I had borrowed from a local fancy dress shop. Complete with the suit came a hancuff that I put on my wrist and the other one broken to look like I cut it with boltcutters or something. I asked my sister if they would be dumb enough to fall for this and she laughed and said I look really scarey. Under the wig and glasses etc you could really not recognise me and I looked about ten years older. 

The two girls who were aged 14, the same age as my sister. Entered the house and crept around. My sister persuaded them to split up so that it would be easier for me to capture them. It was quite dark in the house and every creek they squeeled at. One of them came just by me and I placed my hand over her mouth and told them that I was the escaped killer on the run. You should have seen the look in her eyes. I had to strain to keep a straight face. I told her if she did what she was told that I would leave soon and she would not be hurt and could go free when I have gone. 

She nodded and I took in to a room on the other side of the house as far away as really possible to the other girl still wondering around the house. There was a quite big wooden chair in the middle of the room I moved her to the chair. I taped her mouth with some tape that I have brough earlier so that she could not scream for her friend and tied her arms to each chair arm and her legs to each leg. I looped some rope around the chair and her body. She was now completely helpless and speechless. I then told her that I was going to take care of her friend. I left the room and she mmppheed trying to attract her friend over but was in vain. I soon caught up with her friend and clamped my hand over her mouth and she screamed. I told her I was the escaped killer and on the run and that I had her friend and if she did not do as I wanted her her friend would be hurt. She nodded and I took her into another room with a large wooden sofa without any cushins on it. I told her to lay down. And I pulled her arms behind her though the slatts and tied them quite tight. I taped her mouth and them tied her legs up to the slatts. I wound some rope around her body and the sofa and she was very secured. 

I left and went outise and she started mmpphing to. My sister had come out quite early and was waiting for me. I said so you think you have got even now. She said oh yes. We started giggling and laughing as we listened to them mmppphning for all they were worth inside the house. I decided to go back into the house and let them in on the joke but I had one last item before I did. I went into the room which the girl was tied to the chair and pulled out a toy knife. It was quite dark and she could not see that it was a toy knife. I told her that she could identify me and that she would have to be done. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as I came closer with the knife. I then put the knife away and took my wig and glasses off. She recocnised me and I took the tape off her mouth and she said you complete shitting b.......d. I asked her if she had calmed down and I would untie her. My sister was now in the room and we were both laughing hysterically. I untied her and told her that I had not gone to her friend yet and could she keep quiet until I done her friend. She saw the funny side then of it and said ok after what we did to your sister last week I probably deserved that. 

I went to get her other friend with my sister and friend 1 waiting outside the room. Friend 1 was now laughing and joining in the fun. I said the same to friend 2 in that I would have to dispose of her because she could identify me, I now had me wig and glasses on now BTW. This time I pulled out a length of fishing gutt and started moving my hands towards her nice neck. She stuggled and mmmmmpppppphhhhhhheeeeeddddddd frantically. I then put the fishing gutt away and took off my wig and glasses and after a few seconds she recocnised me. The other two then came into the room laughing hysterically. I took the tape off her mouth and she said You pissing son of a bitch you scared the shit out of me. I said that was the whole idea. I said it was a pitty that you could not have seen friend 1 first. She started laughing smirking at the though of what her other friend must have gone through. 

 We laughed and laughed all together about what happend on the way home and they said thats one of the best jokes they had known and wished they could have though of it first. They apologised for what happened to my sister and we apologised to them and agreed that they were both simply jokes but it was a while after coming out of the dark house before they stopped shaking. I guess we scared them pretty bad though. 

 Jonathon Evans 

 UK 

 Canuck hasn't gotten back to me yet so I've decided to open the forum to the public (you guys). You can now post stories, comments and pictures to this site. 

I'll be putting some things up myself shortly so keep checking the site. 

Later

As for the posting system on this page, I've noticed it seems to fail a lot, and no postings can be made for a number of days. Canuck, do you think you should check into the posting system that Brian's page uses? Like I said before, it allows both HTML and regular typing. It so far hasn't failed yet, and it seems to be a very good system! It's even personalized to Brian's tastes, so you could personalize it to your own (in terms of features, and such). Maybe you should ask him about it.

I believe Stanley said he told us all his stories. I don't think he would tickle his niece and her friend's feet without any excuse too. I know I would feel uncomfortable doing that with someone, regardless of if she was barefoot to begin with or not. If Stanley didn't have an excuse to tickle feet, it would have probably been a good idea not to.

 In this game, Brian, Taylor, and Leslie were a team, and Jim and I chased them. It seems that Jim caught Brian at about the same time I caught Taylor, but in different parts of the yard. Jim had the handcuffs and chained Brian with his hands in front. I simply led Taylor to the tree house. We got there about the same time. Jim freed one of Brian's hands so we could get them both locked up. Taylor was a bit ticked off at getting caught so early and gruffly took the free cuff and tried to snap it on his own wrist, accepting his fate. I had to stop him quickly because that's not what I had in mind. 

 The treehouse had two horizontal rails running all the way around--one at about knee level, the other about waist level. I made them sit down against the rails next to a tree that was touching the side of the treehouse. I told Brian to put his cuffed hand between the two rails and around the tree. Then I cuffed Taylor's hand there. They seemed to think it was clever. So basically, they were sitting in the treehouse but each had one hand sticking outside of the treehouse and on either side of a large tree.

 Anyway, they never made it out of the treehouse. We caught Leslie just in time to see the boys both standing up and ready to leave. I would like to have seen what they would have done, but with all three people captured, there wasn't much point in letting the game go. (I'm sure many of you would have found a way to keep the game going!) I think that was the end that day and we went and did something else.

I don't think [Stanley] would tickle his niece and her friend's feet without any excuse too. I know I would feel uncomfortable doing that with someone, regardless of if she was barefoot to begin with or not. If Stanley didn't have an excuse to tickle feet, it would have probably been a good idea not to.

Why do you feel this way? What's the difference between tickling feet and tickling abdomens? It seems to me that tickling feet is actualyl safer.

What happens if, for instance, you're tickling a girl's abdomen, and your fingers "slip"? When you're tickling feet, there's no chance for an accident like that. If you touch someone's abdomen too much, they might get uncomfortable. But people don't get nearly as uncomfortable having their extremities touched. 

As for taking off their socks, I guess it really depends on whether the girl trusts you. If she trusts you enough for you to tie her up, I immagine she'd have no problem with you taking her socks off. 

What seems more suspicious to you: taking a girl's socks off to tickle her feet, or lifting up her shirt to tickle her abdomen? Which is more likely to be frowned on? 

I don't mean to offend--I'm just curious as to why you think foot-tickling is more "taboo."

I see you have a very good point. I hadn't even considered that. I guess both are risky, as foot tickling (if the socks are worn) involves taking off socks...in other words, taking off something. Unlike lifting up a shirt to tickle a taut tummy, in which case, nothing is taken off. So that's my argument. But I can definitely see your point, which is a very valid one.

I have spent the three days scanning this site, and I have to admit that if I had known what had happened to a few of the unsuspecting mothers,I would not be posting this story. 

 I am a 28 year old man with a 45 year old divorced sister, who has a spunky 13 year old daughter. 

 My niece Rebecca is aperfectionist at everything she does, from ballet, to gymnastics and piano. 

One evening my sister called, she needed me to watch my niece. This is not uncommon as she goes out town alot on business. 

 I went over to her house on wednesday,she gave me all of her travel info and said she would be home late saturday night. 

 Thursday and friday went as can be expected with a teenage girl. She wanted to have a friend stay over friday night, but when I told her no, she got all huffy and went to her room and slammed the door.I could hear her talking to her freind in an angry tone through the door. 

 The next time I saw rebecca she was all smiles and sending her freind on her way home. She told me she was going to check e-mail and go to bed. 

 Saturday was a fun day. We swam and goofed off. For dinner we grilled out. 

We were wearing our "gadda-bout" clothes when we washed dishes.I had on khaki shorts and a t-shirt that had sleeves to my elbows. She was wearing cut offs and a shirt that showed her midriff. 

 I spied the little squirt gun that they use to keep the cat off the furniture, picked it up and said "We must pre-rinse the dishes", and squirted a plate. 

 With chores done, I sat down to watch some t.v. Rebecca came out with one hand behind her back, and stood right in my way. I told her to move and her answer was to bring the squirt gun out and start spraying me with water. I jumped up and ran around the house. I was doing good until I tried to go upstairs, I tripped and fell. I rolled over onto my back and held up my hands in mock defense, laughing and saying "I give up, I surrender". 

 She stopped squirting me and had a look of pure amazement on her face. Her eyes got big and she asked in a curious/ innocent tone Do you surrender to the army of Rebecca?"."Yes", I said. That was my first mistake, but not my biggest, the biggest was extremely underestimating a 13 year old girl. 

 "Put your hands up, march into the living room and wait for me", she instucted. I did as ordered. 

 When she came into the living room, she had two boxes stacked on a small chair. She told me to sit on the chair, hands behind my back. I said how about in front? No dice, she said "behind you" 

 Now I have never been tied up or, tied up anyone, and I felt the first pang of doubt in my stomach. But I reasoned how good could a girl really tie up someone? I relaxed a little with this thought. 

 The first box had some shoe laces in it. They were about as long as she was tall.(about 5-3 or 4).She put my hands palms together and started looping the lace around my wrists. It was loose, but I didn't say a word because I thought it would make my escape easier, if needed. My gut belly flopped when she made a knot, and then went between my arms around the first loops that she had made, and pulled it tight, it was alot more restrictive than it was, alot more. 

 Next, my ankles were tied the same way, and I could see it was a good method to secure wrists and ankles. A belt was now looped around my thighs and tightened, It barely would reach but she made it reach. 

 Now she pulled out some duct tape, I told her it wouldn't work because of my goatee, she told me it wasn't for my mouth. She took it and wound it around my upper body several times. 

 She took out two bandanas and wadded one up, she said "These are going in your mouth, open up", I opened up and she stuffed one in my mouth, and used the other by tying it around my head and making a double knot between my teeth. 

 She now started to giggle and get sort of giddy. 

Next she took out some electricians tape and applied it to the knots at my ankles and wrists. I was now in full tilt worry. I was now certain that if I even could reach where the knots were I couldn't untie them. 

 Kite string was chosen next. She tied my big toes, my thumbs and pinky fimgers together, cutting the excess off with littl scissors. 

 Now I was ordered to my knees, I kind of slid/fell to my knees. A piece of rope was tied to my wrists, brought down between my legs, under the ankle harness, between the soles of my feet, and straight up. She used the leverage of the rope to bend me backwards and almost make my fingers touch my heels. The excess was tied around my waist with the knot in front.She now had me to the point where I could barely wiggle my fingers, and that was all,I was stuck, trussed like a christmas turkey. 

 She took her boxes and chair and came back with an ace bandage. She then grabbed my shoulders and lowered me to the ground. "Can you get out?", I answered by thrashing, pulling and wiggling, but it was eerily apparent that I was strictly immobilized by my niece. 

She squeeled with delight at her handywork, and now knowing that I was in a helpless condition, she began tickling my feet and ribs, back and forth. 

 When she finally stopped she wrapped the bandage around my head to blindfold me, it was also very effective, some how she had learned some good ways to tie a person up. 

 Then next thing she said scared the wits out of me. "I am going to bed", I screamed through my gag, of course it did no good. 

 I tried to get loose but I couldn't, I was forced to lay there until my sister found me. I have never been more embarrassed in my lif. She had to cut my bonds off with a knife. 

Me again. I've just put up some stories on the web page. Those veterans of Canuck's site will recognize some of the stories. 

Oh and check out the pictures of kids gagging adults. 

Later 

WarMachine

 As far as gagging someone, I don't think tape is very effective. I think a good gag is first stuffing something in a person's mouth, like a sock, and then wrapping a cleave gag around the head a couple of times to secure the sock. 

Also, when torturing someone to obtain information or something, you can put ice on their feet instead of just tickling them.

 Lastly, here's a good way to tie someone up -- you can tie someone's hands behind their back and then tie another rope around their body. Then tie their feet together and their knees together. Afterwards, you can roll them up into a blanket and then tie a rope around that blanket. You can finish off with gagging them.

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One last thing, thanks to everyone for their great stories! 

 This time, I was around age 17. Even though I had friends my own age, I still spent time with the kids around the block. We were at Brian's house, who was about 12 this time, and so were his two friends Taylor and John. This was again in the middle of summer, and it was quite warm. For some reason I had blue jeans on and a t-shirt. The others made up for that; they are all more athletic in nature and dress down all the time. Brian only had some black cotton shorts on, and John was wearing only blue jean shorts. Taylor had gray shorts, the same type as Brian, but he wore a black t-shirt too. (We all had shoes, of course.) 

 Since it was so hot out, we started out trying to play war indoors. (War is our version of cops and robbers.) There is plenty of room, and I think I had a pretty good hiding spot. Brian and I were one team; Taylor and John were the other. We hid first. I got in their laundry room which had only one door. Most likely they would peek inside and not look too hard; as long as I stayed down very good behind the washer, I would be safe. But nobody ever came that way. After waiting for what seemed like a long time (probably only five minutes), I opened the door a crack and looked out; John was in the living room, not really looking for anybody, and pulling the handcuffs out of his shorts pocket. I thought it would be cool to see him use them, but nobody else was there. I risked speaking out and asked him what was going on; he said we were going outside instead. I guess we disturbed Brian's parents or something. 

 So we started over outside. Again, Brian and I hid, the others sought. I can't remember at all where I hid, but I got caught first by Taylor. The treehouse was base, but we didn't go up into it. They chained my left hand to a fence just below the treehouse. That's it; I was almost disappointed because getting taken prisoner is the fun part....

 So, our entire team was captured; they let me out; game over. We stopped for a drink because of the heat. We stood around and talked about the game, and I guess either John or Taylor must have been tipped off to what I was doing as they came around the corner with Brian. They started asking us about picks and extra keys. While they weren't looking, I managed to slip my pick to Brian, then I let Taylor search my pockets. When he didn't find anything, they got suspicious of my teammate, so they wanted to see Brian's hands (I don't think his shorts had pockets). He tried to slip the pick back to me, but they were watching way too close at that point. Taylor managed to grab the pick and throw it into some bushes, lost forever. Now that hurt; I actually liked that pick. Oh well, I guess it's more fair that way anyway. Besides, it was our turn to find them. 

 It was several minutes into the game. (It always is; nobody was ever so bad at this game that they got caught right at the beginning, although I was tempted let myself get caught early on several occasions.) I caught John trying to move from one hiding place to another....

 Brian finally joined us and decided to watch the prisoner. I thought that was a stupid idea because he couldn't get out and because I needed the help looking for Taylor. Also, Taylor was faster and I might have trouble catching him. But Brian stood guard anyway. While I was out searching for Taylor, I kept looking back to see how Brian and John were getting along. First, there was a partially crushed coke can on the ground near them, and Brian dropped the handcuff key in it. Clever; if Taylor wanted to make a rescue attempt, he would take a lot of time getting the key out. After a few more minutes of searching, I got to where I could see them again but from a distance. They probably just stood and chatted about everything for a while, but then it happened. Maybe having John handcuffed with his bare chest exposed was too much temptation because Brian started poking him in the sides. He mostly hit middle of the sides, close to the armpits, and right in the stomach. John laughed, yelled, and violently struggled, but the attack only lasted a few seconds....

 After another quick break we traded sides again. Brian and I went our separate ways, and I had the better hiding place (still can't remember it, though). Brian got caught and taken to the treehouse. I didn't see him get captured, but they put him in the same place John had been on the ladder, but with his hands cuffed in front. John returned some of the earlier treatment by poking him a few times in the sides, but that's all. Working together, John and Taylor found me. Each grabbed an arm and led me back to base. Just when we got there, Brian's mother came out and said he had a phone call. That was funny, watching Taylor and John try to rush to get him released and Brian yelling, "I'm coming; I'm coming!" While he was on the phone, we rested long enough to play one more round. 

 Brian came out, and Taylor and John hid. We were getting worn out by then, and my memory is fading, so I don't know how much time passed, but Brian caught Taylor and chained him exactly the same way I did John (behind the back around the treehouse ladder). This time I stood guard. As much fun as it looked earlier, I was either too tired or too bored to tickle torture Taylor; besides, he started a good story about how he burned his arm a couple of days before, and I even had to loosen the cuff around that arm to keep it from irritating his burn (which was very noticeable on his arm). I guess I had pity on him. I don't remember if Brian ever found John, but we got really tired at the end of that round and the game fell apart and we went inside. We probably didn't spend more than ninety minutes playing, but with the heat it felt like a long day, and it was definitely one of my favorite games.

 My stories come 99% from memory. I may make minor changes for embellishment, filling in gaps, and certainly to change the names, but my stories are as real as I can possible recite them. 

 But natually, the real events that happened to me are not these perfect specimens of tie-up games. As we all know, reality bites. Only a very few lucky individuals have played tie-up games as interesting and involved as the readers here wish their personal experiences to be. 

 In addition to all of that, you'll note from my e-mail address that I am mathematically oriented. So, my writing skills suck. 
 
 

P. S. I make a prediction that this post generates 8 compliments to me, followed by 6 accusations that I only wrote this to generate support and to fish for the 8 compliments. Then, and only then, can we go back to reading stories from people who write much better than I do. (I always look forward to Doug's, for example.)

Well that's my story, and I will post more, later in the month! And guess what? About 6 years later we got married and since then we have had many bondage instances (At least once a week) but that doesn't pertain to this site, so I will post the ones in the 6 years before we got married! 

Thanks for listening (reading), Mike 

Interesting name, by the way do you enjoy pie? For those who don't get my pun: 

Three1415 = 3.1415 = Pie 

I hope no one needs that!! 

I am posting another story, in a few minutes, if you would like to see a current pic of my wife, or would like to hear the unedited version of my next story, or want to send me a pic, PLEASE!!!! e-mail me at Alferz@crosswinds.net. 

Oh, and please check out my dreambook at http://books.dreambook.com/alferz1/tales.html 

As you all probably have read now, my wife and I have had many a bondage experiences, but this particular one is back when I was 21, about 6 or 7 years ago. In my last story AMY AND THE BALL-GAG, my girlfriend learned about the hog-tie and ball-gag, well in this story she ACTUALLY gets tied up, what happened was that she was home alone, I know, I should have been there, but I was at work on the night shift. 

One night about 6-7 years ago my wife was home alone and was watching some videos of herself tied up, trying to figure out how to outsmart the hog-tie, her favorite position, when someone broke into our house, she tried to run but she remembered that she had stripped down to her black tights while watching the videos. So she went and hid in behind the kitchen counter. The robber (robber sounds corny, but how else can I say it?) anyway, the robber was walking through the house looking for stuff to steal, but instead he found my wife, he didn’t have a gun, but he had a knife, and he made her walk into our bedroom and he locked her in the bathroom until he could find something to tie her up with. When he looked in the third closet he found some, we had like a serious crud load of bondage stuff, no sex toys or anything, because in our mind we were each other’s sex toys :) . We had atleast 2 grand in bondage stuff, rope, gags, “fun” clothing, videos of Amy, pics of her, etc. He picked out a very nice assortment of clothing (knee-high tights, teddy with straps (crochless (Sorry, that was the best way to descrive it)) and some new bed hand-cuffs (the ones that go on a 4-Poster bed), and the biggest ballgag we had, come to think of it, I had just baught it and was planning to use it the following night, it was one of those ball-gag trainers the ones with multiple straps and little locks. He moved all these things into the bedroom and made Amy come out of the bathroom he told her to take off the tights and put the teddy and knee- highs on, she did as she was told because she had a major fear of him (Wouldn’t you?). He told he to lie down on the bed, at this point she was afraid that he would rape her, He attached the bed-cuffs to the bed and he spread-eagled her. Amy had not seen the ball-gag yet because it was a surprise for our anniversary, He picked up the ball-gag trainer from the floor and told her to open her mouth, she refused and he pinched her on her breast. She instantly opened her mouth and he shoved the ball-gag in, he locked the little locks and put the key in his pocked. At this moment she was thinking, “Oh, no, what will I do if we don’t get that key back?” She tried to scream but an even smaller mmmrrrphhh cam out that usual. She started to squirm and struggle against her newly introduced bonds, they were made so that the harder she struggled the tighter they got. He started to reach behind his back, when she screamed, thinking he was going to shoot her, but he pulled out my digital camera and started to take pictures of her, after about 20 minutes or so he put the camera back into his pocket when her remembered something, he turned around and was fumbling around in her pocket, which she thought he was unzipping, he turned around holding something that vibrates, she cringed at the sight of it, he laughed at her and said “I hope you enjoy this little ditty” with that he put it somewhere and turned it on. She started to moan from the vibration of the object. He laughed again and left with the words “I’ll just let my self out because you can’t come to the door. 

About 15 minutes later around midnight I returned home to her moaning. I came into the room and she looked at me like “HELP” and I said, “What happened?” and of course she grunted what sounded like “We’ve been robbed” I understood this because of many years of having her in a ball-gag. So I tried to remove the ball-gag and then realized that it was locked. She be began to moan as a vibration within her began again, I looked around for the source and found it, I removed it and she let out a great moan like “Why?” I untied the bed-cuffs, and basically end of story. 

If you would like to read the uncensored version of this and would like to see some pictures of my wife in similar tie-ups please e-mail them to me at Alferz@netzero.net. 

Thanks Mike 

To Mike: The real Zorro likes your stories, and doesn't care if you change names to protect the innocent. 

To "Zorro i" : Please piss off before I get mad, thanks. 
Well, I'm off. Like Winter in New York, I shall return. 'Ciao.