On the Friday of my first week there, I had been hanging out by myself on the rear patio steps. My Aunt Jean took Donna, Shirley and George food shopping with her. I would have gone with them, but I had overslept. After eating a breakfast of cold cereal while watching my oldest cousin Keith (16) snuggle with his girlfriend Lori (also 16) with mild interest, I changed into a bathing suit and sat for a spell on the patio before going for a swim in the pool. (I always heeded my mother's advice to wait a half an hour after eating before going swimming). 

I saw Becca by herself in her backyard a few doors down. When she saw me, we waved to each other. She stared thoughtfully at me for a moment, then abruptly got up from her lounge chair and went inside her house. I didn't think anything more about this until several minutes later, when Becca strolled up to me on the patio steps and, with a broad grin, said, "You feel like getting tied up today?" 

Barefoot, she was still clad in her two-piece bathing suit. And her long blond hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail. After the events of yesterday (See my previous post for details), I figured we would have taken a break before resuming the bondage games. But Becca explained to me that since neither of us was doing anything right now, we might as well continue yesterday's game. She had called Karen before seeing me, and Karen was more than happy to carry on with the game. "No need to change," Becca added. "We can go over as we are." 

Of course, Becca didn't have to ask me twice; I got off of the deck and joined her on a little walk to Karen's house. When we arrived at Karen's front door, Becca gave me a sardonic, "Here we go again!" look before she knocked on the door. There was no answer. When she knocked again, and then for a third time, we heard Karen's annoyed voice call from inside: "It's unlocked! COME IN ALREADY!"

Becca opened the door, then turned to me and jokingly said, "Well, lookie here, Doug! The gosh-darn door is open! What say we go inside and get tied up?" 

In spite of my best attempts to treat this seriously, I burst into giggles as Becca and I entered the house. It was warm inside, making me grateful that I didn't bother to wear a shirt. We stood in the hallway of the darkened abode; Karen must have drawn every shade and shut every curtain in her best effort to make this place as dark and spooky looking as possible. Unfortunately, this meant that none of the windows were open. But that was ok, because the bad guy's lair was supposed to be hot and stuffy, right? 

Becca took my hand in hers and, in a loud voice, said: "You better stick with me, Doug. I wouldn't want you to get lost in this really scary house!" 

Hand in hand, we warily started walking down the hallway, our bare feet silent against the carpeting. I stared at every shadow and cringed as we passed through every doorway, fully expecting Karen to leap out at us. She finally did when we entered the laundry room. Karen leapt out with a water pistol in her hands and screamed: "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!"

Becca's mock response to this was to jump into my arms and hug me tightly-and this was not an unpleasant sensation, let me tell you. I simply played along with her hugged Becca right back. For her part, Karen regarded our embrace with a mortified expression on her face that I can still remember clearly to this day. In retrospect, she had undoubtedly been taken aback. "Stop that!" Karen blurted out, as she waved her pistol at us. "Get on your knees. Now!" 

Becca and I broke our embrace and knelt down on the floor as we were ordered. While Karen got a pair of toy handcuffs ready, Becca clasped her hands behind her head, and I did the same. When Karen turned around with the first pair of cuffs, she paused to give Becca an exasperated look, to which Becca replied with a small smile. Of course, I had no idea then what this was all about, and chalked it up to another one of those annoying "girl moments", when they appeared to communicate unspoken thoughts without saying a word. 

Karen cuffed my wrists together behind my back to a thin support column in the laundry room. I sat down on the floor and watched as she cuffed Becca's wrists behind her back and then escorted her out of the laundry room. I tried to peer through the doorway, even going as far as standing up and leaning out as far as my bound wrists would allow, but I still was not able to see out the door. 

After a while, Karen came back into the laundry room with a roll of duct tape and a handkerchief. Barefoot, she was clad in a t-shirt and shorts, with her long black hair flowing past her shoulders. She un-cuffed me from the support beam, then re-cuffed my hands behind my back. I was gagged with the tape and then blindfolded with the handkerchief. 

I felt her grab my arm and lead me through the house. I could feel the flooring beneath my bare feet change from the linoleum of the laundry room and kitchen to the carpeting of the rest of the house. I had a pretty good hunch where she was taking me: the guest bedroom. After we made a left turn, I could hear Becca making muffled groaning sounds. 

I kept walking until my legs bumped into the side of the bed, and then Karen helped me to lie face down on the mattress. My ankles were tied together with rope, and bound a second time with another bond that ran vertically over the original. I felt tension on my legs, and heard Karen grunting slightly, and figured she must have tied my bound ankles to the foot of the bed. When she was finished, I tried pulling my legs up ever so slightly and found out for sure that my ankles were indeed bound to the foot of the bed. 

There was silence for a time. Even Becca had stopped struggling, perhaps figuring that our captor was still in the room, watching us. However, she soon starting fighting once again against her bonds, with her struggling and writhing shaking the bed. She also let out various muffled groans and grunts from under her gag. 

While we played the game yesterday, I quickly devised a fantasy where Becca and me, as a couple of junior detectives, had been kidnapped and tied up by the bad guys. I had even made up a little story where the bad guys had stolen money from the poor orphans. Needless to say, the blindfold went a long way in solidifying my fantasy that bad guys had abducted us. It was very easy to pretend that Becca and I were now helpless captives of a band of ruthless criminals, one of which, Karen, had tied us up until her co-conspirators could return. 

Despite all of this, it would have been nice to at least see Becca all bound and gagged and struggling. Since I laid face down, I had an idea. I rubbed my face against the mattress ever so slightly until the blindfold rolled up my face. I must have looked silly with the blindfold across my forehead, like some sort of headband. But, as I learned a long time ago, your pride is the first thing to go when you're a captive. 

Once the blindfold was gone, I realized that my ankles were actually bound to the headboard of the bed. Becca laid next to me, facing in the opposite direction. She lay on her side, with her back facing me. I couldn't see her gag, but she was blindfolded; Becca's ponytail was pinned to the back of her head by the handkerchief that was used to blindfold her. Her wrists were bound together with rope behind her back and further hog-tied to her ankles. As she struggled, Becca's bound bare feet wiggled at me. 

I noticed that if Karen was still watching us, she didn't seem to mind Becca struggling and straining as much as she did. So I decided to roll over on my side and gaze around the room. Karen wasn't there, and the door was left open. I decided it was time to try and make an escape attempt. Since it was hard for Becca to move closer to me, I had to get closer to her. Although my feet were tied to the headboard, there was enough slack on the rope to allow me to move around somewhat. As best as I can describe it, I moved closer to Becca by writhing and squirming and rolling around. Between Becca's struggling and my own, the bed sheets were a mess! 

Becca's bound hands and feet were tantalizingly close to my own, cuffed hands. But when I started to roll closer to her, the rope that bound my ankles to the headboard finally pulled taunt. I had no choice but to reach out as far as I could with my cuffed hands until I touched the bare soles of Becca's feet. 

Becca's entire body froze up as she let out this hysterically funny squeal under her gag. I didn't mean to tickle her, but since I couldn't apologize because I was still gagged, I decided to plunge ahead with my escape plan. 

I grabbed the first knot I found and started working on it. Becca, finally understanding what was happening, ceased her struggles and laid still. When the knot came loose, I realized it was for her hog-tie. She exhaled with relief once her wrists were no longer bound to her ankles. I wasted no time in grabbing her tied wrists and began tugging at the knot that bound them. 

When her hands were free, Becca pulled them from behind her back and removed her blindfold and gag. She then sat up and went to untie my hands--until she realized that I was handcuffed, and the key was nowhere to be seen. Letting out a curse, Becca bent over and untied her ankles, promising me that I would be freed ASAP. 

But I instantly knew that was not to be once Karen appeared in the doorway. She had exchanged her t-shirt and shorts for an extra large tank top, which fit her like a mini-skirt dress. Still barefoot, Karen strode silently across the room, and managed to stick a water pistol right into Becca's face just as the latter glanced up at her. 

Becca muttered bitterly about having just gotten free, only to be re-captured again. However, I was re-captured without ever being freed at all! And I couldn't even tell her this because I was still gagged. And Becca thought she had it rough! 

Karen left me on the bed and forced Becca to go with her. I took advantage of the fact that I was alone to try and free my feet. I squirmed and wiggled around on the bed (you should have seen the shape the sheets were in by then!) until I was close enough to the headboard to try and pull at the knot, which bound my ankles to one of the spindles. 

But no sooner did I get the knot slightly loose than Karen stormed back into the room. I ceased my struggles just as she climbed on the bed and made a playful move of smacking me. I should make it clear that her hands never touched me; it was just a mock smacking in the empty air above me. When I shook my head back and forth as if in recoil to her blows, it made Karen giggle. 

Then she pulled my blindfold back over my eyes. I felt the ropes binding my feet grow slack, and then Karen helped me off of the bed. We left the guest bedroom and walked down the hall. However, we stopped short of entering the kitchen. I could tell this because there was still carpeting beneath my bare feet. 

Karen steered me to the right and then carefully guided me down a flight of wooden steps. I felt the cool concrete floor of the basement underneath my feet as Karen led me over to something. I realized it was a chair once she made me sit down in it. I sat there for a few minutes while I heard and felt rope being secured to the chair. Karen removed the handcuffs from my wrists, and then she tied each of my wrists separately to the back of the chair. I felt another strand of rope being placed across my bare chest, securing my upper torso to the chair's back. Then my ankles were tied together and pulled under the seat, where they were secured via a strand of rope to some part of the chair. 

Then something interesting happened. Karen placed both of her hands on my bare shoulders and kept them there for a long time. When I squirmed in my seat, she rubbed my shoulders real hard and whispered into my ear: "You can't escape. You're mine!" She let out a maniacal little laugh and released her grip on my shoulders. 

I felt a thousand tingling fingers of excitement run through me just then. The Junior Detectives were truly in a bind, this time! Karen was right about not being able to escape. My bonds made me sit up very rigidly in the chair; my bare feet were pulled so tautly back that only my toes touched the hard floor. The previous school year I had a teacher who constantly commanded us to sit up straight; she probably would have approved of the way I sat right then (although she certainly would not have condoned the method used to make me sit that way). 

I didn't struggle much, because I figured Karen was still there, watching me. After a very long time, I was surprised when I abruptly felt somebody tugging at the knot that bound my right wrist. Apparently Karen did leave, and Becca managed to get herself free and was now liberating me, as well. 

However, she only untied my right wrist. Then I felt a sudden rush of air to my side. With my right hand free, I reached up and pulled down the blindfold. I felt a chill run up my spine when I saw that nobody stood next to me, and then I saw something even scarier. 

As I had suspected, we were in the basement, and Becca sat on the floor with her back up against one of the support beams. Blindfolded and gagged, Becca's hands were bound behind her back to the beam. Her legs were bound at the ankles and knees. There was even an extra length of rope that secured her waist to the beam. Becca was as tightly tied as she could be. So if she didn't untie my hand, who--or what--did? 

Obviously it had to be Karen, but why? As the captor, she would be the last person who would help us to escape. I pulled the gag from my mouth and removed the rope from around my chest. After freeing my left wrist, I went to work in freeing my ankles. But that turned out to be a major effort. As I mentioned, my feet were actually pulled under the chair, so I had to get on my hands and knees (with my feet still bound) and then roll over slightly to my side so I could lean forward and untie my ankles while sitting on the floor. 

Karen's basement was largely used for storage space. The only light presently came from narrow windows near the ceiling. It was a spooky place to be tied up in, and a large curtain, which partitioned off a section of the basement made things even spookier. As I untied my feet, I could swear there was someone--or something--behind the curtain. The curtain, which actually looked like an old bed sheet, moved too much for my comfort, and I kept seeing flickering light along the edges. 

As creeped out as I was getting, I forced myself to stay focused on untying my feet. Once they were free, I went over to Becca and pulled down her blindfold. She gazed at me with wide, relieved eyes as I removed her gag. "Where did she tie you?" 

I pointed at the chair as I moved behind the beam to untie her wrists. "I think she's watching us from behind the curtains," I whispered into Becca's ear. 

Just as I untied her wrists, I saw movement in the corner of my eye, but not from the curtain...it was from behind me!

Karen was not behind the curtain after all. She was hiding in the darkened corner directly behind where Becca sat bound. She came up from behind me and tackled me to the floor. I managed to brace myself before I landed with her on top of me. 

"Booga booga booga boo!" Karen said right into my face. 

Straddling me, Karen grabbed my wrists and held them together in front of me. When Becca proceeded to further untie herself from the beam, Karen said, "Hey, you're still my captives!" 

"I know," Becca said. "But I would like to get off this floor, if you don't mind." 

I certainly didn't mind that we were still playing this game. I was having a ball. Karen waited until Becca got herself completely free before she finally got off of me. However, once we stood up, we heard a door slam upstairs, and the singsong voice of Karen's caretaker called her name. 

However, instead of calling a break like she usually did whenever her caretaker interrupted us, Karen grabbed two pairs of handcuffs and shoved both Becca and me into a closet, which was near the basement storm door. The closet was a narrow space with sliding doors and was packed with boxes on one side. The other side, which Karen shoved us into, was empty. There was a wooden rod, which horizontally spanned the length of the closet; this was obviously meant for hanging clothes, although none hung from it now. I knew right away that we would be hanging from it. Karen cuffed each of our wrists to the rod, so that Becca and I stood back to back with our arms bound above our heads. 

I heard Becca quietly say, "Guess we'll be skipping lunch, today," just before Karen gagged her with a fresh strip of tape. Then Karen gagged me with another strip. Karen looked around for something, until she stared at the roll of tape in her hand. With a shrug, she used the tape to bind my ankles together, and then bound Becca's ankles in the same manner. 

Karen gave us a satisfied nod, as she looked us over. Her smile faded when we heard the old woman call Karen's name from atop of the basement steps. 

"Karen?" she called. "Are you down there?" 

Behind me, I heard Becca make a frightened little screech under her gag. Karen, whose eyes were as wide as saucers, jumped into the closet with us and slid the door close. And so we stood there in total darkness, listening helplessly as Karen's caretaker slowly descended the steps. 

Sorry to break it off at this cliffhanger moment, but it's a long story. I shall post part two soon. 

As always, thanks for reading. 

 Also, to Mike (Three...), I think your stories are fine. And your writing skills aren't that bad. I'm just glad the real Zorro came out and got things straightened out.

 Lastly, since it's February, does anyone have any tie-up surprises planned out for their loved ones...or even your siblings or other friends?
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Have safe fun everyone! 

 I'm now 29, but some things will stand out in my memory forever such as certain moments with my cousins. They took the place of having brothers and sisters since I am an only child. Most of our role play games did not involve tying each other up. But, occasionally it would happen. 

 The games my cousins played were based on such themes as “The Six Million Dollar Man/ Bionic Woman”,” Batman”, “ Wonder Woman” “The Incredible Hulk” and of course, Star Wars.Most of the time I would play with a cousin two years younger than me whom I shall call Camille. When my cousins, whom I shall refer to as Allen and Marie from Dallas were around, they would join in as well.Later when Camille’s little sister, Cianne was older, we eventually incorporated her into our games.Camille and Cianne had an older sister whom I shall refer to as Lea. Lea was in charge of looking after the rest of us when the family had gatherings or we would stay over at each other’s houses. Generally, she would try to hijack our game and shape it to her desires. Such was the case in the following story. 
It was 1977. I was 6 years old. My big hero was the Six Million Dollar Man played by Lee Majors. I would run around the house and at school in kindergarten, in slow motion like he did on television,making “boiyoing!”noises because I thought that was how strong people acted. Camille was pulled into the game and she was Jamie Summers, the Bionic Woman played by Lindsey Wagner. We would frequently build forts in the house with furniture and sheets, calling them our planes and space ships and our own “Bionic lab” where we used rope and belts to hook ourselves up for a “bionic” energy charge. 

 We never really tied each other up until Lea decided to join in. She was 12 and convinced she knew more than us. She pointed out to both of us that the Bionic Man and Woman were always getting knocked out and captured by the bad guys. The rule for the show seemed to be that they had to be captured by someone who was unaware of their strength. Then ,they would quickly break their bonds, escape, and catch the bad guys. So, Lea took it upon herself to play the villainess by tying us up.Generally, a grown up would have to untie us so we could go capture the villain for the end of the show. However, Lea would never let us tie her up. so, we had to pretend to do so. When we did finally capture her. 

 One morning while Lea was watching Camille and I ,we were playing the Bionic Man/Woman. Lea decided to play the villaness and capture us. She took out my toy phaser, pointed it at us and said. “Choo choo! Fall!” That was the sound effect for a phaser set on stun. We immediately fell down and pretended to be unconscious. She took shoelaces out and tied our hands together. This was followed by our ankles, also bound with shoe laces.Then while we were still pretending to be unconscious, she carried me into my bedroom. Then she left to go get her sister still in the living room.. Apparently the shoelaces weren't tied or cinched very well. because I could wriggle my wrists loose and easily untied may ankles. 

 Lea got a little sidetracked checking on me because her sister, who was 4 at the time had lost interest in the game and wanted to do something else. So, Lea untied her.Lea came back in my room and saw me free and still wanting to play. I picked up my toy phaser and was going to announce that I was an agent of the OSI and arrest her. Lea just laughed and tackled me to the ground ,tickling me silly. Then she touched me with a pen, saying that she had just given me a shot and I was to fall asleep. To keep it real, I went along with her improvised script and fell limp. She laid me on the floor on my stomach saying, “Let’s see if the Bionic Man can get out of this!”. I looked up and saw her with a piece of clothesline rope. She pulled my wrists behind my back and tied them and my ankles again with the shoelaces. This time she wasn't taking any chances. The rope she had was really long, from the viewpoint of a 6 year old. She wrapped the rope downward around my arms and chest, criss crossing and pulling the ends through to the wrappings to keep the rope in place. She continued this down to my ankles where she tied a complicated knot. Then with the loose ends, she brought my ankles up so they were almost touching my wrists in a hogtie.Instead of tying the loose ends to my wrists, she tied them at my shoulders and around my neck. She kept saying things like “You'll never get away from this. I will brainwash you and your partner to work for me! “ To finish things off, she took a bandanna, made me open my mouth and cleave gagged me. I had never been gagged before and didn't know if I liked it or not.Lea then sat down in a chair and said. “I would like to watch you escape now.” I immediately started struggling. Somehow the gag made it more difficult. Everything was way too tight. There was more rope on me than usual. Plus, the way she had tied me had me pulling against my neck. My struggling cause the final knot tied at my neck to tighten. At first Lea thought it was funny. Then Camille came in and yelled “You're hurting him.!” Lea noticed something was wrong and untied the gag. I told her “I'm choking!” At least it felt that way. I have no idea if I was in real peril but I do remember it didn't feel too good. So, Lea untied me and we played something else. In fact, I don't really remember us playing tie up games that much with her after that. I think it may have had to do with the fact that one of us was almost put in danger. 

 By that point, our parents had bought us the bionic action figures and play sets. So, we played with them, occasionally tying them up instead of each other. That was not the end of my tie up games however. There were a few others played with my cousins in Texas as well as California as I grew older. Things became really interesting when I bought a pair of handcuffs at the fair when I was 9. But, that’s another story. 
The moral of this story is never attempt to put someone in a hogtie connecting the ankles to the neck. I think if we had known what we were doing and knew how to do it safely, we probably would have been more comfortable about playing more tie up games later on. In spite of what happned I throughly enjoyed the expeieience of being tied that tightly except for nearly being strangled that is.

PRAS, what were you wearing? And, if I understand it right, your age was 16 and your sister was 20- is that right? 

I always thought that situations where parents come across their kids playing a tie-up game and they decide not to interfere (or even better to join in and add some bonds) are very interesting. It must be sort of a reaction to the usual behaviour of Italian Mums. As I always say, there are many commonplaces about Italian Mums- and they all happen just to be true! ;-) 

LUNA ROSSA FOREVER! GO FOR IT, DE ANGELIS! (Sports Fans Dept.) 

I would also like to extend my congratulations to Canuck. Why? Well, this month marks the second anniversary of his web site. It's been two years already. Time flies when you're having fun.

Well, last October, about 2 weeks before Holloween, we came up with a stupid idea based on our costumes. I was Zorro (duh) and my pal Mike had a new Spiderman costume, so I think one of my buds said, "Hey, why don't we have Zorro fight Spiderman?" 

It sounded okay, so we got started. I had to keep my beard tubble and Mike had to practice his grappling and buy 2 Spiderman silly-string shooters from Toys R Us. We got this hockey plot together that the mafia boss Hammerhead (my pal Tom, who is only 5'7'' but really buff), a Spiderman villian (look it up, fanboys!) teams up with some Zorro enemey we made up called the Phantom Pimpernil (y'know, "P.P.", for an easy series of jokes) kidnap Spidey's girlfriend Mary Jane (my friend Helan, with red dyed hair). Since "P.P." kinda looks like Zorro (wears black, has a cape), and Zorro is in New York searching for "P.P.", Spidey blames Zorro for the abduction, which sets up this stupid crossover. 

The abduction scene took 3 minutes, and was your standard, hand-over-mouth-as-she-yells-into-it, "Shut up girlie, yer comin' with us" kinda scene. Mind I tell you that Helan is 5'4'' and really hot? Too bad she's always got a boyfriend.. 

We came across a problem: who wins the Zorro/Spidey fight? That was the next scene, which took a few hours. Set in a local park around dusk, Zorro meets Spidey, having already been beaten up by Hamerhead and his two expendble goons (buds Rob and Greg), for an assist. Spidey's set on pulping Zorro's face, and the battle begins. 

 Here was the drill: all face hits were faked, a body shot, altough not full force, could be "real" if the party could take it. Submission holds were real, wreslting moves, if any, were fake, and reactions had to be acted out. A punch tothe mouth couldn't just be shugged off. Spiderman is tougher, so my reactions had to be worse. And yes, I know, in a real fight, Spidey would mop the floor with Zorro. 

Long story short: Spiderman was winning with punches and holds, while Zorro dodged the "webbing". Zorro, desperate, escapes a hold with a "nad shot", and pokes him in the chest with his mighty plastic sword. 

"Ow, you hit my nipple, B**tch," was Spidey's line (I really did hit him there). Zorro puts the tip of the sword to the wallcrawler's neck, fake blood oozing from his mouth, and they talk it out. 

Then came the tie-up scene. Helan was tied to a chair, wrists behind her back, gagged with a strip of white duct tape, for the final fight scene. She muffled well, and that took about an hour. 
Well, that's it. You won't find this movie in any store, and we rated it "R" for a lotta cursing and obsene jokes. 
Hope you dudes liked it. I must away with me. But, like the Power Rangers, annoying as they may be, I shall return. 'Ciao.

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I pick up the story as I was trying to locate the enemy site, (before the game had really started remember) 

The Ghost's story part one

Something brushed my cheek and I uttered an involuntary exclamation, striking out with my hand, but it was 
only a cream month. I moved forward again, looking down every half-dozen yards at the compass in my 
palm; sometimes the light was so poor that the dot of luminous paint which marked north glowed dully. 
I tried to walk very quietly, avoiding the bushes, making a detour round the clumps of rank weeds, pausing 
constantly to listen. 

Then I suddenly smelt it; the unmistakable scent of woodsmoke. I sucked my finger and held it above my 
head, for the breeze which bore the scent to my nostrils was so slight and small that I could not tell from 
which direction it cam. But it chilled the left side of my finger; it was blowing form the east, so the fire must 
be to my left.I moved with infinite caution now, going from trunk to trunk I approached a small clearing with a haze 
of grey smoke above the ground, a little pile of warm ashes in a small rectangle cut in the soil. I knew that 
someone, one of them, would soon be back to fully dampen out the fire and replace the turf . I stepped 
into the shadow of a large beech tree and sat cross legged, to wait for them. 

Something stirred the grass behind me, some small creature of the woods.... Then a cloth was thrown 
over my eyes and my arms were seized and pinioned. With a sickening jolt of complete surprise I found 
myself flung face down on the earth. Fighting, kicking, struggling, my cries were quickly muffled and a 
knee thrust into the small of my back. 

The cloth was tied over my eyes and my arms were pulled behind me, my wrists where secured behind 
my back with a length of sizal. One of my unseen captors pulled my legs together and firmly tied my 
ankles. Only then did the one kneeling on me get off and rolled me onto my back. I had earth in my 
mouth and spat it out. "It's no good shouting" one of them said, "If you do we'll only have to gag you" 

I was fuming at the indignation of my capture. I could see nothing and the string binding my wrists bit 
deeply into my skin, the ropes round my feet were not quite as painful as I was wearing thick socks. 
"you thought you'd get the drop on us didn't you? Well hard luck on you." one of them said. "Let's 
dump him on the other side of the woods, give him more time to realise that we are the best." 

I heard one of them come over and untie my feet. I kicked out, but missed. I was pulled to my feet, 
one either side, and marched me through the woods. All the time I struggled and dragged my feet, 
but I was no match for the two of them, they heaved me forward without speaking. Eventually I was 
pushed to the ground and rolled onto my stomach. I struggled hard but with my wrists firmly tied 
behind my back, I had little chance. 

One of them held my legs together whist the other bound them at the ankles and just below my knees. 
I was glad that I was wearing long socks. I then felt yet another passed over my shorts and pulled 
tightly against my thighs. Finally another rope was tied around my arms securing them to my side. 
"There now," one said," that'll hold you for a while then you can go back and tell your mates how 
rubbish you are so you might as well quit and be our slaves for the rest of the week." Then everything 
went quiet. 

I laid there for quite a while, 'til I was sure they had gone. Then I started to struggle to get out of the 
ropes - all I managed to do was make the string on my wrists tighten up. I did manage to bring my knees 
up and rubbed them against the bandage round my eyes. At last I could see again. Not that that would 
help me get free, these blighters certainly knew their knots. I had just about given up when my hand rubbed 
against the hilt of my knife. They must have seen it on my belt when they tied my legs so I assume that they 
left with me it so I had a chance of escape. Looking around I saw the stump of a large tree. I managed to 
roll over to it. This was actually quite painful the ground was rough and I was tied at my ankles, knees, 
thighs, arms and wrists. Rolling some twenty feet or so trussed up rubbed like mad. 

Once at the roots I managed to wriggle the knife out of its sheath and wedge it in the ground blade up. 
Another five minutes or so I had managed to cut the string from around my wrists, after that I retrieved the 
knife and quickly cut off the rest of the ropes. Free at last - though I must have been there for a good hour 

Boy were they going to pay!

What you do is after you have bound your victim, take one of their (or your) socks then ask (or make) your captive to open heir mouth and then cleave-gag them. However, don't put it completely in their mouth, just the center. Pull it as tightly as you can and then knot it off. You have the parson to open their mouth because when you gag them the sock will hold it open and prevent any moment.. It's almost as effective as a ball-gag.. 

Try it the next them you gag your friend.. 

Bound, James Bound 

 Thanks for the site's 2nd birthday wishes everyone, and thanks for your great stories. 

 To answer _'s question: the story was deleted, as it was not consensual. I agree that it was a good story, but unfortunately, it was not suitable for this forum. 

As for the story removal, I noticed it just disappeared, it wasn't moved to the "off topic" page or anything. I was hoping to save it on my computer (I have saved every archive at this site on my computer in case this place disappears). Did you delete it altogether??

I was one of those people who wondered about 
what was going on with you and your son. And your friends 
of course. I have to remind myself that I have seen nothing 
here that indicates anything sexual about you tying up your 
son and tickling him. Assuming that your friends are doing 
this with you with the same perspective in mind, I think I 
finally am getting your point about your intentions. From 
my new perspective of you, I feel that your intentions are good. 

You obviously are not sexually aroused with tie-up games as 
many of us here are. People like us who get sexually aroused 
with tie-up games have a hard time accepting tie-up games 
between adults and children. But then, as has been pointed 
out, this is not sexual to you. 

Tie-up games were not sexual to me either when I was a 
young boy. At least, I didn't know that they were. In retrospect 
it is now clear to me that I was indeed very much aroused
by these tie-up games. I am certain that the tie-up 
games that I engaged in as a young adult had a lot to with 
how I turned out as an adult. 

You seem like a good parent to me. Despite what may or may 
not be happening with your son during these tie-up games, I 
suspect that bondage/b> will be a part of his adult life because
of it. But hey, from my perspective, this is good! :-)

P.S. I didn't know it when I was young, but in retrospect I
remember getting hard-ons and even getting wet while engaging
in tie-up games as a child. Of course I was very naive as a
child and had no idea what was going on. My guess is that the
majority of the adults who participated in these tie-up games
with me were oblivious to what was going on with me as well,
I have to wonder now about it. After all, it was clear that
I had gotten aroused from it. Go figure.

Well the dinner came and Didi sat next to me being my sub-girlfriend seeing I didn't have one on this birthday. Didi was a knockpout too. She was about 5'6", a swimmer body, aburn red hair and green eyes. If we hadn't been friends for so long we might have gone out. Didi was one of the first people to leave, telling me to meet her at her apartment after I was finished with the dinner, but to give her atleast an hour. She said she had my birthday present. I gave the usual protest, but hey, I like present so all the better. 

 After the last of my friends had called it a night, it was around one A.M. and Didi had been gone for about an hour and half. I had to work the next morning, so I thought I'd better make Didi's quick. Well, when Didi opened the door to her apartment, she looked pissed. "Am I to late?". "No" she said opening the door. She was wearing her long 'comfy' robe w/ her dark red hair pulled up. "I'm sorry" she said, "things arn't going like I planned them". Then I heard another voice from one of the rooms. It was Didi's friend Helen. Didi explained Helen had come by after fighting with her boyfriend and was drunk. Didi couldn't let her drive home. Helen was in the spare bedroon, which was baren. Helen had crawled into the closet and was talking to herself. I kinda of laughed at the por girl and Didi began talking and told me she'd give me my present as soon as she put Helen to bed. helen was pretty insistant on staying in the closet and after 15 minutes of arguing with us, she finally just fell asleep. I yawned and asked if we could do this tomarrow night, but Didi said no and it be worth it. She ran into her room, telling me to get her camera from the hall closet. It was a real nice camera, I was almost afraid to hold it. After a few more minutes, Didi came out of her room wearing a short black dress and stockings, no shoes. her hair was down and she had touched up her make up and looked just gorgoues. She held out a large bag of rope and looked at the camera. "It's got film, do what you like birthday boy". 

there's more to this story, if you guys want to hear it let me know and I'll finish another time.

So, gagging you with your socks may well be an excuse to see your cute feet.

I started supper as soon as I got home and "Bobby" asked if I would play a game with him. He said he wasn't hungrey yet and it would be fun.He's a great kid and since my divorce I try to be as understanding as I can. I thought supper could wait so I asked what did he want to play? I was thinking Nintindo, a card game something simple. He told me to put my heels back on and follow him. We went into the den and there was a chair and a pile of rope. Bobby said he wanted to tie me up and see if I could escape. There was no pretence or whining just matter of factly "Can I tie you up?" After thinking for a moment I thought what could it hurt. He had me set down then said act like you're my prisoner. 

He had me place my hands behind me then tied them togather. He had done this before. He then kneeled down in front of me and placed my ankles side by side and and wrapped 6-8 strands around them then cinched them in the middle. He carefully tied my thighs togather above my knees. He then wrapped several strands around my upper torso. Nothing was real tight but it was all very secure. Bobby stepped behind me and I thought he was done so I started to test my bonds. I moved my ankles back and forth and there was no slack. The same for my wrist and shoulders. As my mind started to wander a little bit I heard a clear riippp--- behind me. My son then proceded to gag me with duct tape. It caught me by surprise.I easily could have moved my mouth back and forth and worked it free but we had agreed to play a game. 

 I was now his complete prisoner/hostage/whatever. Bobby stepped back and sat down then said "Try to get loose." I struggled for a few minutes then worked the gag loose and asked him what else was I suppose to do. He said "Nothing." Here I was bound gagged by my son and he was just looking at me.After about 20 more minutes I told him I needed to get some work done so please let me go. He agreed but looked disapointed. I'm a single mom, 33 years old and not unattractive. My ex and I played some bondage games but I know Bobby never knew. Could him wanting to see a lady in hose and heels tied and gagged be genetic. I don't know. Whoever is out there thanks for listening. Renee 

 That is a very good question. I really don't know how people get into this hobby, and I don't know why it's so amusing. It's nice to know, however, that there are plenty of others who share the same interest. 

Could this be genetic? 
Possibly. I bet that there are plenty of kids interested in tie-up games whose parents also played these games, whether the kids knew about it or not. 

 Anyway, I think it's okay to play around as long as nobody gets hurt. I personally think that the hardcore stuff is just plain disgusting. 

 Just my two cents. 

I move on to her ankles next wrapping the rope around them about 7 times before tieing it off and the did the same at her knees. "Can you get free?" i asked out of curiousity. She struggled a bit and replied"if I had too". I began taking some pics, moving her around the room and after taking about 15 pics of the 36 exposure roll, she suggest I take some with her hands tied behind her back. I agreed, untying her hands. She managed to move hands behind her back with out me having to undo her upper body. I crossed her hands and looped the rope around each wrist, then in a criss-cross fashion. Again I shot off some pics and began running out of different postions for her but film left. "Go in my room and pull a scarf from the top dresser drawer" she said. "You can do a gag or blindfold". Man Didi was great. I got two scarves and a hankercief, hoping to do both but decided to start with the gag. I wadded up the hankercief in a small ball, placing it in her mouth and then using the scarf to finish the gag. She mmmppfffed a giggle and started taking more pics. At this point it was real early in the morning and we were both laughing at almost every move she tried to make. 

I told her I wanted to stand her up to take a photo and moved to stand her up, but hse shook her head. Didi wanted to show off and do it heself. She sat up on her knees and tried bounce up to her feet. She almost did it, but lost her balance and fell over. She landed right up next to my birthday cake, a small tad of the frosting getting on her nose. I lost it, laughing so hard I was turning red. After a few moments though, I could feel I was short of breath. I was having a mild asthma attack. I fell to my knees trying to catch my breath, knowing I just had to stop laughing and relax for it to stop. Well Didi didn't think that, squirming and rolling across the floor. In the corner of my eye I saw her start to kick, turning, I saw her kicking Helen who was still in the closet! I had forgotten about Helen! This just made me laugh harder. Helen was so out of it, she might as well been dead. Didi kicked and pushed, but Helen would not wake up. I rolled on my back staring at the ceiling, clutching my stomach in pain from my laughter. It really wasn't as funny as it sounds now, but I was was so tired that I was feeling more silly than normal and the sight of my best friend totally bound with her hands behind her, gagged and with frosting on her nose, trying to wake up another girl who was passed out in the closet was too much! 

After about five minutes of staring at the ceiling I was able to calm down and get my breath back. I lied there for a moment longer when I realized Didi wasn't in the room. I heard a small crash and ran into the living room, worried she might of been hurt. Apon coming into the living room, there was my beloved Didi. She had made her way into the living room and knocked the phone off the table. She was trying to dial withe her frosting covered nose. I leaned over and quickly untied her hands before I started laughing again. Didi took the gag off and hugged me. "Oh my God, are you O.K.?" she asked. That was my Didi, she just had worked her way down the hall to the livingroom, bound, trying to call for help with her nose, but she was more worried about me. I assure her I was O.K. and my laughter was causing me more problems than the breif asthma attack. She sighed in relief. I wipped the frosting off her nose, kissed her on the check and untied her legs, decideing we were done. "Who were you calling?" I asked. "911" she said, "I figured even though I couldn't speak, they come check out the call. I thought you were dying". She hugged me again and told me she loved me and I returned the expression. We got the birthday cake from the bedroom and some glasses of milk before heading back into the living room. We stayed up till dawn, watching the Princess Bride and eating the cake. twoard the end of the movie, I turned to her ans said "You could get out if you had to, huh?". Didi just smirked and hit me on the leg. Needless to say, niether of us went to work the next day. The only down part is film didn't come out, the negatives were blank. Didi said we'd do them again some day, but shortly afterwards, she got a job out of state that was to good of an oppritunity to pass. We still keep in touch and even had another bondage expirance, but I never got my pics. Still, thanks to my best friend, it was easily my best B-day ever!

 That's my dream, to have an experience like that with a girl who WANTS to be tied up.....

I also remember vividly, at about the same age, trying hard to get the other kids to play bank robbers. I said they could tie me up and "put a cloth in my mouth so I couldn't talk". But they just weren't interested. 

For the most part the frustration continues. I would love to have a lady to play with here in San Diego but have no clue as to how to find such a person. Most of the bondage stuff is terribly ugly. I don't want to be abused, I just want to have some creative fun.