On the Friday of my first week there, I was deep in the middle of an epic bondage game at Karen's house, with Becca and myself as the captives. We were in the basement, having just pulled the ropes off of us when Karen's caretaker entered the house. However, instead of calling a break, as she usually did, Karen abruptly decided to bind Becca and me in the closet, where our hands were handcuffed above our heads to the horizontal clothes rack. 

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. 
 

Becca and I now stood back to back in the closet with our wrists cuffed to the clothes rack and our ankles bound with tape. I was clad in a swimsuit with no shirt, while Becca wore a two-piece bathing suit. We were both barefoot. 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. 
 

But nothing happened. Karen peeked out through the slit and told us later that her caretaker had only come about halfway down the steps before turning around and going back upstairs. We all let out a big, collective sigh of relief. 
 

Karen waited with us in the closet for a few minutes before she quietly slipped out. Since we were also both gagged with tape, a conversation was out of the question. I was tied up in a similar situation like this last summer, when Becca was the captor (oddly enough, Karen was my fellow captive, then). After she tied my hands to the clothes rack in a closet, I managed to get out by removing the rack itself and sliding my bound hands off. But that idea would not work here; for, in addition to being twice as long as the one in Becca's closet, the clothes rack in this closet was also securely mounted. I gripped it as best I could with my bound hands and discovered that it was not moving at all. At least Becca and I were reasonably comfortable by being able to stand flat-footed. 
 

After a while, I began to feel something lightly slapping against my neck and bare shoulders. When I turned, I saw it was Becca. She had started to shake her head back and forth, and the result was that her ponytail slapped against my neck. Only now, as I craned my head to look over my shoulder, her hair was whipping me in the face. 
 

"Stop that," I said under my gag, which reduced it to muffled grunts, but Becca could still understand it enough to stop shaking her head. When she turned slightly around (at least as far as her bound wrists would allow) I could finally see why she was shaking her head: her tape gag had come loose and was now hanging from one end of her mouth. She had been trying to make it fall off. 
 

"It's getting hot," Becca quietly told me. And she was right. Despite the fact that both of us were appropriately dressed for the heat by being barely dressed at all, it was still getting very warm and stuffy (of course, standing in a closet in the middle of 90 degree weather wasn't a very smart thing to do, either!). Unable to respond verbally, I simply nodded the best I could. 
 

Karen returned and slid open the closet door all the way. She assured us that her caretaker had left and that the coast was clear. 
 

"We deserve a break," Becca said. 
 

Karen, still thinking Becca was gagged, was momentarily startled to hear her voice so clearly. Although she appeared reluctant, Karen agreed to give Becca and me a break from the game. She freed my ankles of the tape which bound them, then un-cuffed one of my wrists long enough for me to gratefully pull my hands down from the clothes rack. 
 

When I held out my remaining cuffed wrist for her to free, Karen instead re-cuffed my wrists together in front of me. I was still able to pull the gag from my mouth as Karen freed Becca from the clothes rack. The first thing she did was removing the piece of tape that hung from her mouth. Becca then let out an annoyed sigh as Karen re-cuffed her wrists together in front of her, as well. "This wasn't what I meant, Karen!" 
 

"You two are still my captives," Karen said, as she wagged a finger at us. 
 

"We know that!" Becca said, as she clasped her bound hands into fists. "But this is an official break, a time out. We're not going to run away!" 
 

"All right, all right," Karen muttered as she freed Becca of the handcuffs completely. Once Karen freed my wrists, Becca screamed, "C'mon, Doug!" She grabbed my left hand and pulled me towards the steps. 
 

But Karen, letting out an indignant bark (at least that was what it sounded like to me), grabbed my other hand and thus began a tug of war with yours truly literally in the middle. 
 

After a few tugs, Becca let go of my arm and said, "You want him? Fine, he's yours!" 
 

Then she shot up the stairs like a bat out of hell. In her wake, Becca made a "Wooooo-wooooo!" sound that echoed throughout the house. 
 

Karen stared after her with this funny, incredulous look on her face. She even rolled her eyes in disbelief at me as she handcuffed my wrists together behind my back. 
 

"I guess break time is over, huh?" I sarcastically asked. 
 

"I may have lost Becca, but you're not going anywhere!" Karen told me in an overly melodramatic fashion, which made me chuckle. Then we both flinched when we heard a noise upstairs. "C'mon," Karen said as she grabbed my arm and led me upstairs. We found Becca in the kitchen, raiding the fridge. This was not the kind of behavior I expected from a fellow Junior Detective! 
 

"What are you doing?!" Karen cried. 
 

"What does it look like?" Becca shouted back, although she was smiling broadly. "Don't you believe in feeding your guests in this place?!" 
 

"You're not guests," Karen explained sweetly, "you're captives." 
 

Despite her tough talk, Karen still gave us a time out period by making a lunch consisting of cold cut sandwiches. Becca helped her. Oddly enough, my hands were still left cuffed behind my back while the food was being prepared. 
 

When I asked if somebody could free me, Karen casually said, "No." Shrugging my bare shoulders, I took a seat with my hands still cuffed. If nothing else, I was excused from having to help out. Karen finally freed me just after she served lunch. 
 

"Aw," Becca muttered sadly as she sat down. "I wanted to see him try to eat like that...." 
 

Karen's caretaker came over while we were eating (I often wondered if the woman had some kind of kid-radar which tipped her off to our presence). When she saw we were in the middle of lunch, she instantly turned around and went back over to her house to get us cookies she'd baked (which was something else that amazed me about her to this day: the fact that she still baked cookies in the oppressive summer heat). 
 

Becca leaned over to me and asked if I thought the old woman could be involved in our kidnapping. Becca figured that the old lady used Karen to guard us because Karen was just a kid and would not get into any trouble if caught. I had to admit that her little bondage fantasy sounded even better than my own. When Karen overheard this, she gave Becca a puzzled stare. 
 

We had a great lunch, followed by the cookies. At one point, when the sweet old lady was out of earshot, Becca grabbed my arm and said, "See how she was looking at us? She has to be in on it!" 
 

Once the caretaker left us, Karen, with a broad smile, picked up a piece of rope and said, "Round two." 
 

"What if Doug and I swear to never tell anybody about what we saw?" Becca pleaded in her best damsel impression. "Would you let us go?!" 
 

"Nope," Karen replied, as she handcuffed Becca's hands behind her back again while Becca still sat at the kitchen table. 
 

"What exactly did we see, again?" I asked Becca. But Karen gagged her with tape before she could reply. 
 

Karen also cuffed my hands behind my back and tape gagged me at the table. Then she bent down and bound my ankles together. Becca sat staring at her with a puzzled look, since Karen never tied her ankles. Once I was securely bound hand and foot, Karen made Becca stand up and go out to the back porch. I sat in the kitchen for several minutes, mulling over whether I should do anything heroic. The handcuffs really put a damper on whatever escape plans I had. However, nothing stopped me from untying my ankles and running away with my hands still tied. Well, one thing did stop me: the fact that I didn't want this game to end! 
 

Before I could decide on what to do, Karen raced past me, heading for her bedroom. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Becca out on the back porch. Karen had re-cuffed Becca's hands behind her back around a support beam on the edge of the porch. Becca's feet were free, and she stood struggling furiously against her bonds. She even went so far to bend one leg at the knee and place a bare foot against the support beam in a vain effort to somehow push her body away. 
 

Karen emerged from her room with a lot of rope. I'll never forget the exasperated look on Becca face when she saw Karen coming at her with all that rope. I watched as Karen bound Becca's ankles together. Then she tied Becca's knees together. And, as if that weren't enough, Karen then secured Becca's entire body to the beam at the waist, thighs, and calves with yet more rope. By the time Karen was finished, Becca was actually laughing under her gag and shaking her head at the absurd amount of rope that had been used to bind her with. 
 

Once Becca was plastered to the beam for her liking, Karen then turned her attention to me. She knelt down beside me and untied my ankles. When my feet were free, I was made to walk out onto the porch. There, Becca glared at us and let out what sounded like a muffled growl from her gag. 
 

Karen made me take a seat in a reclining chair. This was one of those Adirondack-style chairs, which was made of a wood frame with cushions. When I saw that a length of rope had already been tied to the wooden frame atop of the chair, I knew what was in store for me. After Karen un-cuffed my hands, and tied them together with rope at the wrists, I was made to sit back with my arms pulled above my head. My already-bound wrists were secured to the wood frame that jutted above the back cushion. 
 

Karen knelt down before me and stared thoughtfully at my legs, as if deciding how she was going to bind them. With my arms pulled all the way up, my feet dangled slightly off the floor. Then she started tying rope to the chair's right front arm post. My ankles were crossed over the other, and then bound together with more rope. Karen had me sit with my legs bent to the right, where she secured my ankles to the right arm post. Karen stood back and examined me like an artist checking a recent brushstroke. 
 

Once she was satisfied that we were securely bound, Karen left us alone on the porch. Compared to the basement, the porch was a bright and cheerful place, with the sun streaming in all around us. It was also cooler. However, this didn't mean that it was any easier on us. Our bondage was much more elaborate, and proved to be more than adequate. I watched Becca's body squirm as she gave her bonds a try, and a frown spread across her face as she let out frustrated muffled grunts from under her gag. 
 

I tested my own bonds, and came to the same conclusion. As the old saying goes, we weren't going anywhere. My bondage was not as uncomfortable as I might have made it sound. The chair offered solid support, and I had a nice view of the back yard. 
 

Karen came back out with a magazine and took a seat on one of the lounge chairs, where she made a big show of lying back and reading right in the middle of her two writhing and grunting captives. Karen even removed her extra-large tank top, revealing her own two-piece bathing suit underneath. I sat facing Karen, who would peek at me every now and then from over the top of her magazine. 
 

After staying like this for a good twenty minutes, if not longer, we received visitors. My cousins Donna, Shirley and George came over. George stared in wide-eyed fascination at Becca and me while Donna chatted with Karen. Shirley had a board smile on her face as she came over to us and gleefully asked, "Are you guys ticklish?" 
 

Becca let out a weary groan under her gag as Shirley tickled her stomach and sides. Then it was my turn to groan, and flinch, as Shirley directed her ticklish assault on me. My feet were tied in such as way that they practically begged to be tickled, and Shirley showed me no mercy. 
 

After several minutes of listening to Shirley insanely scream "Coochie coochie coo!" at the top of her lungs, both Donna and Karen shouted for her to knock it off. 
 

"I should really untie them, anyway," Karen said thoughtfully. "But I won't!" 
 

She then invited my cousins inside for a cool drink. The girls even made sure George went with them, so he couldn't come to our rescue like he normally does for captives in need of freedom. The fiends! 
 

Becca and I struggled for several more minutes while we listened to the girls' casual conversation inside. Then, lo and behold, George managed to sneak back onto the porch. Becca made muffled growling noises at him, as if she wanted to be untied first, but he walked past her and made a beeline towards me. George gave me a devilish smile as he picked at the knot that bound my wrists above my head. This little guy was the wild card in our tie up games. He mainly liked to watch us play, but was not above jumping in and helping either the captives or captor-whenever the mood struck him. I could feel the ropes loosening, and then I was able to pull my bound wrists free from the top of the chair. George immediately ran back inside, leaving me to finish the job myself. I ripped off the gag and untied the knot binding my wrists together by pulling at it with my teeth. Then I untied my ankles. 
 

I got out of the chair and ran over to Becca, who started frantically shaking her head as she stared fearfully at something inside the house. I stopped short of the doorway when it occurred to me: just as I could see Becca earlier from where I sat in the kitchen earlier, so could our captors. Becca was bound in front of the doorway, which offered a clear line of view past the laundry room and straight into Karen's kitchen. There was another problem: although Karen had bound Becca's legs and body to the support beam with a copious amount of rope, her wrists were secured around the back of the beam with handcuffs. And I didn't have the key. 
 

George came out by himself just as I was trying to decide what to do. When he saw me standing there, George's eyes grew wide and his mouth opened, as if he was going to say something. So I reached out and grabbed him. I wrapped one arm around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides, and hand gagged him with my other hand. He assured me later that he never intended to warn the others about our escape attempt, but I couldn't take that chance. I whispered into his ear: "Are we gonna behave ourselves?" 
 

George quickly nodded, and I released him. But, I held his hand, just to be sure. His eyes were so wide I thought they were going to fall out of their sockets. It wasn't so much that he was afraid, just very excited. 
 

I picked up the water pistol that Karen foolishly left behind. Then I had the pleasure of storming into the kitchen, right in the middle of Karen's gab session with Donna and Shirley. Karen's eyes were almost as wide as George's when she saw me. Shirley shook her head and said something to the effect that George was in a lot of trouble. 
 

"Actually, you're the ones who are in trouble," I smugly replied. 
 

My brief moment of glory ended when I heard Becca behind me letting out a barrage of curses under her gag. The bunch of us paused to stare at Becca as she angrily writhed and squirmed against her bonds, which held her to the support beam. She was cursing up such a blue streak that I'm surprised the tape gag didn't melt off her mouth. 
 

Karen surrendered the handcuff key, and I finally freed poor Becca. As soon as she ripped off her gag and started swearing vengeance against everybody, I began to wonder if releasing her was such a good idea. And thus ended (finally!) the captivity of the Junior Detectives. Next up, the unholy alliance between Becca and Doug extracts its horrifying vengeance (or something to that effect). As always, thanks for reading. 

She was wearing a blue T-shirt, really short denim shorts and tennis shoes. She had short brown hair, was petite, say about 5'4", fairly attractive, and about 35. I had thought about tying her up quite a bit, but never tried to act on it. For reasons unknown to me even then, I decided this was a day to try to involve her in one of our bondage- spiced games. 
 

My approach was direct. I took one of the jump ropes lying around and went up behind her. I took her hands and crossed them behind her back and got to work looping the rope about them. She turned her head around and laughed, "So you're going to tie me up, huh? 
 

"Yep." 
 

She made no motion to resist, she just gave a little laugh and went right along with the game. I tied her wrists off quite tightly, but she didn't complain. Now we peaked the interest of others in the backyard. Everyone was searching for something to contribute to the binding of our captive. Well, except for Tamara, who just watched from the driveway, somehow embarrassed that her mom would allow the kids to tie her up. 
 

Lisa had found another jump rope and we lead our captive to the base of the tree and sat her down. Her back was against the tree, her legs out. Lisa, who I most often played tie-up games with, tied Denise's ankles together. Carl had found a bandanna in the yard and approached Denise with it. "Why don't we just pretend I'm gagged?" She began to make "mmmph" noises to demonstrate that she could make due in the game without a gag. Amazingly, that was sort of a turn-on, but Carl would have none of it as he tried to insert the cloth into her mouth. She resisted and I could see right away that Denise was getting annoyed. Fearing that she would call the game off, I told Carl to stop it. He did, and Denise said, "If you're going to gag me, get something besides that dirty rag you found in the yard." 
 

Her son Greg asked, "Can we uses the bandannas in your room?" 
 

"That would be fine." 
 

While Greg went into the house, Karen and her sister Tabby had a long yellow rope that they were looping around Denise's waist to secure her to the tree. When they knotted it off, Greg had returned with a white and a blue bandanna. He handed them to Carl. "Open up." 
 

"How about just tying it around my mouth?" 
 

Carl was bold with his friend's mom all tied up. He would not have been so persistent if she were not. "No, it has to go IN your mouth or it's not going to do any good." 
 

She rolled her eyes and relented. Carl had the blue bandanna balled up and her inserted it in her mouth. I took the white one and tied it about her head, muffling her quite effectively. She made some "mmmphs" to test it out. I must say that the gag was quite good. "Now try to get loose," said Lisa. 
 

She struggled and wiggled and put on a great show, even crying out behind her gag. It sounded like she was trying to say "Help me!" but the words were very muffled, much to my delight. After only about fifteen minutes she managed to slip her wrists from the jump rope. I was disappointed that the game was over, but the whole incident was one of the highlight games of my childhood. 

 It was lunchtime. I was in high school, waiting to go into afternoon classes. I looked over towards the Jr. High playarea, and say a group of 4-5 girls. They had found a piece of rope, and one of them was getting tied up. She may have been the oldest, because she was wearing a tightish dress. She was kneeling on the ground, and one of the others was tying her hands behind her back. The others were standing in front of her, taunting and teasing her. There was nothing she could do about it with her hands tied. The other girl tied her feet together (she was wearing black leather flat slippers, not heels but close) then pushed her over face down. She struggled in a hogtie for two or three minutes, and finally freed herself. As the other girls yelled "She's Loose!" she grabbed the rope and ran after them . .. 

 I have no idea what they taught me that afternoon! 

SailNrails

 Oh my! You've just reminded *me* of a story: My sister attended a Christian college in California, and when I was around 10 I stayed with her in her dorms for a weekend. As a joke on the philosophy teacher, my sister and her two friends tied me up with rope, then barged into his Saturday class, carrying me. I had been instructed to scream and protest loudly. They plopped me down in front of the whole class. I struggled quietly for a few moments to get loose--all in front of a class of about 30 people -- then my sister and her friends came back in, picked me up, and carried me kicking and screaming back out of the class. Gads! I'd forgotten about that! 

K

My first posting direct - 

Came out of shopping mall with my wife and returned to the car: Big boy (16) sitting in the front seat of the car next to ours, tuning the radio (waiting for mom?). Little boy (12) on back seat, hands tied behind his back with cord dog lead, feet tied together with seat belt. Probably irritating big brother! If this works, I have many more. Dan Dare (otherwise nkown as Brian M)

SHORT STORY 

Some time ago, my wife had to go overseas for two weeks to visit her sick mother. I was left with my two kids, "Paul" and "Jenny": 10 and 12 respectively. Jenny went off to spend a few days with a friend. We had a big house and 4 acres - plenty of forest. 

 One Saturday, I woke up to the sounds of kiddy games outside my bedroom window. When I looked out I saw four bays, including Paul, and two girls, running around with toy guns, playing some sort of cops & robbers game. 

 Paul saw me looking out the window and, the next minute, ALL the kids were in my bedroom asking me to play with them. 

 I (kindly) told them to get lost, but to no avail. A little less kindly, I said OK, but I want the girls on my side. Agreed. 

 The game was explained to me: I and the girls are the cops and we have to wait 10 minutes and then find and capture the boys' team - the "crooks". As I got tooth-brushed, washed and dressed, the girls went off to find suitable equipment for capturing the boys. They returned from the workshop shortly after with YARDS of various kinds of rope, rags and string. I started remember all the tie-up games I played when I was their age and actually began to look forward to the game. 

 I told the girls to go off and try to locate the crooks, without being captured themselves. 

 By the time I got out into the yard I was met with an erie silence. Not a crook, or any of my fellow cops in sight! 

 After a ten minute search, I literally fell over one of the crooks, a shy little boy, "Jimmy", trying to hide in some long grass. 

 GOTCHA, I cried - you are under arrest! 

 Having achieved my first arrest, I really didn't know what to do with my suspect - we hadn't agreed any rules of capture or established a "prison". 

 Jimmy looked at me, patiently, umming and erring, then said, You have to tie me up and hide me where my team can't find me. Then my team have to rescue me". 

 The girls had thrown me a couple of quite short lengths of washline before running off, so I turned my prisoner round and tied his hands pretty loosely behind his back. 

 Jimmy sighed and said "No, no - you have to tie me tightly or I will escape!". 

I felt a bit uneasy, tying up a kid I had never met before, but, remembering my own childhood games, I put him on his face and tied his hands behind his back in a criss-cross vertical and horizontal style, ightly this time, with one of the ropes. I then tied his feet in the same way, joining the ends of the hand and ankle ties in a quite tight hog-tie. I then ran off to join the game and find the girls. 

 It all ended up in a hectic chase, everybody, including me, getting tied-up at one stage or another, and me happily repeating old times - allbeit with a bunch of playmates 20 years older than me! 

 From then on, I played with the gang for the duration of the school holidays, but in more of a councelling and advisory roll than actual participation in the physical activities. 

 JIMMY'S STORY - WATCH THIS SPACE 

 Dan Dare

 I recently posted a story about my first organized tie-up game since my own childhood, with my 12 year old son and a bunch of his friends, in which I ended up playing C & R. 

 During this game I met one of my son’s buddies, Jimmy, who was on the opposing team. 

 Having been a tie-up enthusiast since I can first remember, this game (and several more which took place at my house that school holidays) brought back a flood of memories from my very happy and care-free childhood, in a 50’s era when there was no shame or guilt about tie-ups, even in front of adults. 

 During the game in question, I captured Jimmy, who seemed to derive something more from being tied-up than did the rest of the kids. He was something of a purist and objected strongly when I initially started tying him up in a loose and symbolic way, insisting that I did a proper job. 

I am not into exotic or erotic bondage and, it will be noted, I try to avoid use of the word “bondage” in my stories. 

I also detest the very thought of adults involving themselves in kiddy games for the purpose of sexual self gratification. 

Back to Jimmy. 

A couple of days after the game I posted, Paul (my 12 year old son) asked if Jimmy could stay over for a couple of days. Having obtained the permission of his parents, I consented and the two boys spent the night and next day together, mostly riding Paul’s Moto X bike. 

On the second night, after supper and a couple of hours of TV, Jimmy came up to me and asked me to tie him up any way I liked and leave him tied up for the whole night. 

When I emphatically refused, he said his father did it all the time and he enjoyed it. 

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled and I started to gently and discreetly question him about what he had said. Jimmy just kept saying that he loved being tied up and his dad was the only person that could do it properly. 

In a blinding flash, I recognized myself in this open-faced little boy. For me, tying-up, especially when I was the subject, had been a sexual turn- on from the age of 4/5 years old. It didn’t matter who tied me up, male, female, adult or child – it just had to be tight and inescapable. 

It occurred to me that the only difference between me and Jimmy was that I had lived my childhood tying-up pleasure in an age relatively free of adult predatation (I grew up on a farm, surrounded by loving parents, aunts/uncles, brothers and family friends. 

While I KNEW Jimmy’s needs, I felt an obligation to warn him of the dreadful perils of trusting people, particularly in the highly vulnerable situation of physical restraint. 

I chatted to Jimmy for hours, trying to explain the dangers to him, without frightening him or alienating him to his father. Amazingly, he completely accepted my counseling and, somewhat grudgingly, also accepted that there was no way I would tie him up unless it was with his friends and as part of a game. 

Some couple of months later, I met Jimmy’s father and had the whole thing out with him. It turned out that he was well aware of Jimmy’s tying-up needs, often tied him up but never for more than half an hour at a time and ALWAYS as part of a group game with other kids. 

Needless to say, I felt pretty bad about the confrontation and I apologized, red-faced and ashamed. 

Jimmy’s dad and I ended up close friends and he and I, plus my son AND Jimmy, are regular drinking companions. (the “kids” are now 19) 

such is life. 

I don't recall whether it was here I read the story or on a linked site. Can anyone tell me where I can find the story again as it is similar to an experience I had at about the same age.

 Nicole and Debbie let me come inside. Debbie had on a white tank-top and really short blue shorts. Nicole was wearing a kind of miniskirt dress. It was pink, had long sleeves, and came down to right above her knees where elastic kept it wrapped around her bottom thighs. Neither one had shoes or socks on. So I came in and asked them what my present was. Nicole said that she and Debbie were going to tie me up. Now up to this point in my life I had never been tied- up or thought about it. So I looked at them like they were crazy. I asked them why they would want to do that? Nicole told me to be quiet and just follow directions. Nicole then proceeded to take off my shirt while Debbie took off my shoes and socks. Nicole then came up and put a really big, oversized, white t-shirt on me. It was huge. The t-shirt went down to my knees and the sleeves went down to my elbows. They told me to take off my pants, which I did. I asked Nicole why she wanted me to wear the huge t-shirt and she said I would find out. 

 So all I was wearing was the huge white t-shirt and my underwear. Nicole told me to wait while she went back to her bedroom. She came out with what seemed like yards of rope. She and Debbie smiled at each other and said that this is where the fun begins. Nicole then proceeded to tie my wrists behind my back. She wrapped rope around my wrists about seven or eight times and made it really tight. She then crossed the rope between my wrists and pulled it tight. Debbie then said, "I want to make sure he cannot get away. So she wrapped some rope around my wrists. Debbie then tied my elbows together. Both girls then proceeded tp wrap rope around my torso, effectively tying my arms to my body. I was squirming telling them the ropes were too tight and to untie me, but they could tell I was enjoying it. Debbie even wrapped rope around my arms and pulled them back, tightening it even more. Nicole then said, " Alright, now to tie his legs up. Nicole wrapped rope around my ankles about seven times and then crossed the rope between my ankles to make them really secure. Debbie tied my knees together. She then wrapped rope around my thighs while Nicole tied up my lower legs. They then both gently lowered me to the floor. 

 So there I was all tied-up by Nicole and Debbie. I was completely helpless, but it really felt good. I was squirming and struggling against my bonds but it did no good (these girls were good at rope tying). Then Nicole said, "So, you think we are through. They both then turned me on my stomach and hogtied me. Nicole ran a piece of rope through the ropes around my ankles and then pulled the rope up and tied the other end through the wrist ropes. My ankles were pulled back to a greater than 45 degree angle. Debbie said that now I was really tied-up. I told the girls if they did not untie me, I would start screaming. Both Nicole and Debbie looked at each other and smiled. Nicole then reached under her pink miniskirt dress and took off a pair of white cotton panties. She then stuffed the panties in my mouth. Debbie then wrapped one of my socks around my mouth and tied it really tight. The sock went in my mouth so much my lips were almost touching. I was moaning muffled words, which was all I could do. Nicole then said that I was still making too much noise. She then wrapped the other sock around my mouth, effectively silencing me for good. Both girls then left the room saying they would be back in a little while. I was left on the floor, hogtied and gagged. There was nothing I could do about it. 

 They left me like that for about an hour. Then they came back into the room and said they were not through with me. Nicole untied the rope that had hogtied me. They both helped me to my feet and led me out on to the patio (I had to hop because my feet and legs were still tied). Outside Nicole told me why she put the white t-shirt on me. She said that she and Debbie like to see guys in soaking wet t- shirts. She then picked up a hose and prepared to get me wet. Debbie turned on the faucet and then they both held the hose together. I tried to "hop" away but to no avail. With the hose I was drenched with really cold water. The t- shirt was soaking wet as was my whole body. Nicole and Debbie then came up to me and started tickling me on my stomach. From behind Debbie was ticking my ribs. I was giggling ferociously, but because of the gag, it could barely be heard. After about twenty minutes they finally untied me. After drying off and putting my clothes back on, Debbie asked if I liked my birthday present. I told them that I did. In fact, it was the best birthday present I got. Ever since that night I enjoy being tied-up.Well, that was my first tied-up experience. I hope you liked it. I have other stories I can tell some other time.

I grew up, the youngest of three boys, in a farming community in what used to be called Natal, South Africa. All the kids from the surrounding farms knew eachother, attended the same local town schools and played together. The only entertainment we had (no TV and only the weekly Saturday afternoon movie in town – IF we were lucky) was our own games. We were a very “rough-and tumble” bunch and most of our activities involved playful games of team conflict – the “cops & Robbers” sort of thing but with endless variations. Realism was the rule and the inevitable tying-up element of the games was, to the best of our ability, as “real” as true life. If you got tied- up, there was no question of chafe-protection, special soft binding materials or concessions for girls. The universal binding medium was the thick, rough hessian twine used in all farming environments for a million practical agricultural applications. 

The rules of our games were simple – no injurious or hazardous restraints and no “running to mommy”. If you didn’t want to be tied-up, locked-up or “tortured”, you just didn’t play. The binding techniques were refined by generation after generation and the rules were understood by all participants, almost instinctively. We had no hang- ups about tying eachother up in the presence of our parents or other adults, all of whom appeared to accept our activities as a normal part of growing-up. There was occasional adult involvement, but, with analytical hind- sight, I cannot recall a single incident where the adult involved appeared to have a sexual motive for their participation. It really was just good, clean fun. 

As I was the youngest of three boisterous brothers, obviously I got to be the “victim” of my siblings’ games on an on-going basis. I was tied-up on so many occasions that I cannot now possibly remember a fraction of the events concerned. I was ALWAYS being captured and restrained by someone, if not my brothers then one or more of their friends. There were many highlights during those happy and care-free years, though, which I recall with crystal clarity. 

One memorable experience occurred just after I turned 10. I recall the age because I had just started to “weekly board” at the hostel of my primary school, spending week- ends at home. Our farm was well out of town and it became something of a mission for my parents to drive me and my brothers to and from school every day – there was no school bus serving the farms. 

A couple of months after I took up residence at the hostel a new buddy of mine, Christopher (Chris for short) and I made the necessary arrangements for him to spend the forthcoming school holidays (Easter) at our farm. We had become good buddies almost immediately we met, though he had, initially, been my middle brother, Cam’s friend. Chris was a town dweller (rather looked down upon by us farmers) and was eagerly looking forward spending the 10 day holiday at our farm. Due to some domestic problem, the nature of which I never discovered, Chris was a “yearly boarder”, meaning he only got home at school holidays. 

By this time, my “big” brother, James, had started at a private boarding school some 500 miles away (family tradition) so we didn’t see much of him. Cam, however, boarded at the hostel with me so it wasn’t that much of a trauma for me to be there as well. 

My mother collected the three of us on the Thursday afternoon, after classes, and, as soon as we got home we all changed out of the loathed school uniform of Khaki shorts, short-sleeve shirt, grey stockings (long socks) and suede ankle-boots, and put on our usual “home” dress of gym shorts and, if necessary, T-shirts. 

While planning the week-end, we had decided to live in the 4 – man tent which I and my brothers jointly owned and which was usually pitched in a grass meadow which occupied the 200 yard space between the main farm house and a river. The tent was about 50 yards from the river bank (on the insistence of my mother, who feared crocodile attack – an unlikely but POSSIBLE threat), and, thus, some 150 yards from the house. 

My dad had organized for the meadow to be mown in advance of our arrival as well as the installation of a “lead- light” from the house to the tent. Being autumn (remember, this is the southern hemisphere, so Easter is autumn, not spring as in the northern hemisphere), the weather was still pretty warm during the day and not too cold at night. 

We spent a couple of hours getting our supplies organized – cans of beans, bully-beef, etc; torches, matches for the Primus cooker, and a pile of assorted camping necessities, and, after supper, we all strolled down to the tent with our ruck-sacks containing clothes, toiletries and games equipment. 

Being too early to go to bed, we decided to play one or other of the many “cops and Robbers” adventure games which occupy the leisure time of most pre-teen kids. It was decided that Chris and I would be the fugitives while Cam, my brother, would be the “cop”. 

The plot was simple. The fugitives got a 10 minute head start and could hide anywhere within the farm house compound (a 4 acre, fenced enclosure containing the main house, hen-coup and kitchen garden), excluding the house itself. The cop had to capture us, after which he had to keep us captive for the prescribed period of one hour. If, however, he was careless enough to get bushwhacked during the search, or, if his prisoners managed to escape, then the cop became hostages of the fugitives for an hour. The only “weapons” permitted was a water pistol (repeating variety) and a pair of plastic had-cuffs, for initial “arrest” and conveyance to “jail”. The fugitives were unarmed in order to give an advantage to the cop. 

Off Chris and I scuttled, leaving Cam, the cop, in the tent, counting up to two hundred before commencing his search for us (we didn’t wear watches at that age). 

I led Chris up to and round the house, just in case Cam took it upon himself to cheat, after which, giving the tent a wide berth, we went to the river where we hid in a thicket of willow trees. From this vantage point we were invisible from the meadow (and tent) but could observe most of the compound. We settled down to spy on Cam’s movements, discussing how we could ambush him without ourselves getting shot and captured. 

After half an hour of spotting no movement at all, we became curious and decided to break cover. By this time it was twilight and we were able to “leopard-crawl” up to the tent without being seen. When we got to the tent we got the shock of our lives. There, in the fading light, we saw Cam on the floor of the tent, writhing and mumbling! He was bound hand and foot in a wickedly tight hog-tie and was gagged with what looked like a rugby jersey. 

We just stood, just inside the tent, gaping. How had this occurred and who had zapped Cam in this dastardly manner! As we stood there, trying to take in this impossible scenario, all the possibilities I could think of rushed through my mind. 1 – Cam had been attacked and robbed by REAL robbers: 2 – he had bound and gagged himself: 3 – my mom or dad had decided to intervene in our game, OR . ! 

Just as the only realistic alternative dawned on me the now breaking voice of my big brother broke the silence from right behind us! 

“Stand still, guys, you’re caught!”. 

We spun round and there was my brother, James, and another boy who I’d never seen before, both grinning broadly and holding Cam’s weapons. 

At this stage, James couldn’t hold it in anymore and he broke up into fits of laughter. Between gales of mirth, he told us how he had changed his holiday plans at the last moment and come home rather than spend the holiday with a friend as previously arranged, persuading my parents not to say a word to us. How my folks had managed to keep mum about it thruought supper, I will never know. 

The joke over, James then explained that the game had changed. He and his school buddy, Jacques, were “super- crooks” and were taking over our camp. End of argument (not that there was one). 

I was well used to my big brother’s modus-operandi and authoritative ways and was not particularly distressed by the turn of events. After all, a “team” game between three is not particularly challenging for those involved and we, Cam, Chris and I were buddies and it would be much more fun to be on the same side. 

While, on James’ instructions, the new guy, Jaques, assembled the necessary materials from OUR bags, James dictated the rules of the game, as amended by him. We got to be tied up in the tent. If and when we got free, we were welcome to hunt for him and Jaques and, IF we found them and IF we were able to over-power them, we could take them prisoner. Simple. No discussion. 

We were instructed to lie face down on the floor of the tent, next to the still gurgling Cam, and keep quiet. When Jaques had extracted the necessary gear from our ruck- sacks, he and James got to work, methodically rendering us immobile. Jaques, a tall blond guy with a funny accent, about the same age as James, I guessed, squatted on my bum and tied my hands behind my back with one of the ruck-sack draw-strings, while, out of the corner of my eye, I saw James doing the same to Chris. Having tied my hands, Jaques proceeded to tie my feet together with some hessian utility rope, finishing up tying my bound feet to my hands in what I learned, years later, was called a hog-tie. To prevent bringing our bound hands in front of us, our wrists were secured to our middles with a rope “belt”, tied in a double reef knot at the front. 

The whole procedure took about ten minutes, after which we all lay, face down on the floor, securely bound hand and foot. According to James’ new rules, there was no time limit on the game and no question of rescue. 

After Jaques and James departed, still chortling over our reaction to their surprise appearance, I started to appraise our situation. I knew that my brother, Cam, was well used to this kind of sport and that he would, like me, not be fazed. I didn’t know how Chris would be reacting, though – he was a “townie” and was probably not used to the rough and tumble of farm games. 

SUMMARY: 

1. Cam and Chris were bound in exactly the same way, hands and feet crossed and double reef-knot “square-tied” with farm rope, drawn into a close hog-tie - instantly recognizable as the signature method of my brother James. 

2. I, on the other hand, having been tied-up by the somewhat mysterious and obviously foreign Jaques, had my hands tied in a tight hand-cuff style (without the separating “links”), palms together, and ankles parallel to eachother, also in the close hand-cuff style. 

3. Only Cam had been gagged (a tactical mistake on the part of our captors as it made voice communication between us possible). 

4. We were not blind-folded (another tacky mistake). 

5. I could feel that I was very tightly bound and was unable to rotate my rapidly numbing hands into a knot- searching position. 

6. I could see that the other two had no hope of reaching the knots securing the bonds on their hands and feet. 

7. The one thing we had forgotten to pack was a knife or scissors. 

I, ever practical and analytical, asked if the other two were all OK. Chris, strangely breathless, said “yea – but what do we do now?”. Chris emitted a muffled “Uh-huh” and nodded his head. 

There was a long silence which I eventually broke by asking if anyone had any confidence in being able to free themselves. The answer was a loud “NO” from Chris and a vigorous head shake from Cam. 

OK – brain into gear: the bonds that secured my wrists and ankles were double reef-knotted and extremely tightly locked. No chance of my numb fingers being able to un-pick them. It looked to me as if the same applied to the other two. The alternatives were, either to “wriggle” out of the bindings – not much chance – or, to find some means of cutting the ropes which bound us. 

I knew from years of experience that “wriggling” out of tight bondage, especially applied with the rough twine which had been used on all of us, bar my hands, was a painful and fruitless exercise. The only hope of self- extrication lay in us finding a cutting implement of some sort. 

Chris and I conferred: what had we packed that may afford us a means of cutting ourselves free. 

After much discussion and deliberation, I remembered having, at some time or another, cut a finger on the edge of the rear screw-off cup of a torch while installing fresh batteries. 

I maneuvered myself into a position where my hands were able to delve into one of the ruck-sacks which contained our three torches. With almost senseless fingers, I explored the contents of the ruck-sack and, eventually, located one of the torches. It took me AGES to unscrew the rear cup of the torch and grasp it in a workable position. YES! – the edge of the aluminum cup was, indeed, rough and seriously sharp. 

Instructing Chris, who lay nearest to me, to turn over into a position which offered his hands, I shuffled myself into a position where I could start the procedure of gradually hacking away at the twine which bound his wrists. 

Forget the movies - the whole thing took about half an hour. Eventually, after a great deal of pain and perseverance on my part and fortitude on his, the twine which bound Chris’s wrists parted. We were, effectively, free: thank you, Ever-Ready, for making torches with rough battery barrel caps! 

When we had all cast off our bonds and while massaging our numb extremities back to life, we took stock. Retribution had to be exacted, not only because we were all pissed-off, but also in terms of the enemy’s own boastful decree –“IF we got free, we were welcome to retaliate!”. We did, but that’s another story. 

 Dan dan: I usually archive the page when there are approximately 100 posts on it. Frebruary has been really quiet, so I did not see the need to archive the page sooner. I'll do it over the weekend. And thanks for your great story. 

 Thanks to everyone else who posted stories. 

As far as I can remember the first time I was ever tied up was when I was 5 years old. At the time I did not know my friend P and being at that young age my parents would not let me go far from the house without somebody with me. On this occasion I was playing at a park with some older kids, who were 10 and 11 at the time and were friends of the family, when the oldest of the 2 (Josh) decided he wanted to play Cowboys and Indians. He told us that I was to be the Indian and he and his sister (Sue) were to be the Cowboys (or Cowgirl). The Cowboys were going to capture the Indian and hold him hostage unitl the Indian camp returned their friends (pretend friends). Before we began Josh said that we should go to his house and get dressed for the parts (you know make the game more realistic). His house was not fat so I followed him and his sister there. Inside his house Josh and Sue went to their cupboards and pulled out some old clothes, Josh wore the jeans he had on and changed in to a red long sleeved shirt. Sue like wise dressed in a similar shirt and changed her shorts for a skirt (BTW she got changed in her own room). As for me I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt so Josh suggested I wear his little brothers shorts (Sammy was 5 also but was out with his parents). I stripped off my t-shirt and jeans and put on the black shorts, then Josh got some of his water paints and put the warpaint on my face and chest. Now we were all ready Josh led the way back to the park, grabbing some Cowboy hats that they had for himself and Sue. On the way out of the house Josh grabbed some rope from his backyard then we went on to the park. There was nobody at the park today so we had the free run of the whole place, Josh explained the rules to the game. I was to go and hide somewhere in or near the park and then himself and Sue would come and look for me. When they find me they can chase me and if they catch me and tap me on the shoulder I must become their prisoner. I ran off to hide while Josh and Sue closed there eyes and counted (it was more like a game of hide and go seek). I found a good spot to hide and waited. After about 10 minutes nobody had found me, I got all excited adn thought that I was good at this game but then I heard talking. It was Josh and Sue getting closer, I got up and peeked around the side of the wall I was hiding behind (big mistake). Josh spotted me straight away and gave chase, I ran as fast as my little legs would carry me but Josh was faster and within seconds he had caught me up and tapped me on the shoulder. I stopped running and Josh said, in his best cowboy voice "you are now our prisoner and we are taking you back to our camp", or something like that anyway. Up until now I had no idea why Josh had picked up the rope from his backyard but now I found out. Josh came upto me with the rope and turned me around so my back was facing him and he pulled my arms behind me. Crossing my wrists he tied them together tightly but comfortabley wrapping the rope about 3 times vertical and then the same horizontal. Being only 5 years old I did not know what Josh was doing but I was enjoying myself so I played along. After tying my hands behind my back Josh took the rest of the rope (which was still attached to my wrists) and wrapped it several times around my waist before knotting it at my front. My wrists were now tied to my back and Josh had about 3 ft of rope left dangling from my waist, he used this to pull me along back to their camp. We walked back to the park, me at the rear, tied up and being pulled along by Josh. When we reach the park Josh took me over to the slide and tied the rope off to a bar, then he went back over with Sue and they began talking. I couldn't hear what they were saying so I just sat down on the floor, hands still tied behind my back. About 10 minutes later Josh came over and untied the rope from the slide, he helped me to my feet and I followed him and Sue back to there house (followed, more like dragged). Back at the house I was taken in to the backyard and untied. "Is that the gave over" I said, but Josh said "no" and with that he began to tie my hands in front of me. When he was done he took me over to the washing pole and tied my hands up above my head, then said "don't go anywhere". He went back in to the house and was gone for about 15 minutes. He came back outside followed by his mother who told Josh to untie me, which he did. Josh got a good telling off for tying me up but we all had a good laugh about it in later years. That was the first but by no means the last time I got tied up. 
 
 

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 Hence the new posting system. 

 However, the downside is the HTML (Hyper Text Markup Language) required to break up longer posts into paragraphs. 

 No, I'm not an expert on HTML either! Having said that, the following (fortunately) very simple HTML will allow you to break up stories into paragraphs. If you type the following: < then a capital P then another > at the END of EVERY paragraph, then that will instruct the posting system to break it up into the paragraphs you want. 

 It should look like this. < P > Geddit?!? (laughing) 

 The < and > should join DIRECTLY against the capital P on each side; there should be no space separating them. The only reason I showed it with a space in between is so that you can see what it should look like. 

 And thats the only HTML I know! 

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 Now on with the stories.... 

As the youngest brother, I was usually the “baddy” in the endless cops and robbers games we had played prior to our family leaving the farm we had lived on all my life and moving to the city a few months back. 

The move had coincided with Cam and James going to boarding school, which left me alone in a new and strange environment. I went to the local junior school where I was finding it tough making friends due to my classification as “farm boy” and, in truth, my difficulty in adjusting to city life. 

We had moved to a big house on the beach some 10 miles out of the city in a small and rather exclusive suburb and most of the kids who went to my new school came from wealthy families and were pretty snobbish. 

An exception, however, was a cool looking girl called Elane who lived a few houses down the beach from us. She was 13 and lived with her divorced mother and brother aged 12. Elane and Mark, her brother, were “seniors” in our school and, as such, did not deign to associate with juniors like me. 

One Saturday morning I was walking home from the corner store when I saw Elane, Mark and another girl, sitting on a grass bank, deep in conversation. As I approached where they were sitting, Elane, much to my surprise, greeted me. 

“Hi, Brian, what are you doing?” 

“Nothing, I guess” I replied – “What are you doing?” 

“We’re just going to our den – want to come?” 

Did I want to come! – does a one-legged duck swim in circles! 

“Sure”, I said. 

“Just one thing”, Elane said, “You have to get blindfolded ‘cause it’s secret and we don’t know you all that well yet”. 

“OK”, I replied, “that’s cool”. 

Elane got up from the bank and came over to me, pulling a big, crumpled handkerchief from her jeans pocket. Walking round behind me, she pulled the handkerchief over my eyes, knotting it tightly at the back of my head. When I was completely blinded, I felt my arms being drawn behind me and my wrists placed together, one crossed over the other. A familiar and delicious sensation! 

Next thing, I felt something like thin cloth tape being wrapped three or four times horizontally round my wrists. The bond was then drawn a couple of times between my wrists, securing the bond tightly and immovably. The girl definitely knew how to tie someone up! 

I was gently led by my captors along the grass verge beside the road towards the beach – I could feel the short, recently mown grass tickling my bare feet. A short time later, my feet told me that we were on the beach. 

We walked for what seemed to be about 15 minutes before my head was pushed down and I felt undergrowth brushing my naked legs and arms. We were going into the “forest” of coastal bush which was a feature of the area. I was then man (or girl) handled into a sitting position, by back against a small tree. Someone tied my legs together at the ankles using the same soft thin ribbon which Elane had been used to bind my wrists. I felt almost complete. 

Then the handkerchief that blindfolded me was pulled off and I could see my surroundings. I was in a small clearing in the thick bush, sitting under a slender but stout tree, Elane, Mark and the other girl whose name I had overheard as Eve, sat on the white sand in front of me. 

“Welcome to the den”, Mark said brightly. “Sorry about tying you up, but this place is mega-secret”. 

“That’s OK”, I replied, I don’t mind being tied up”. 

Elane said “that’s good, because you have to stay that way as long as you’re here. You can come here any time with us, but you can’t ever know where this place is, OK?” 

I said OK and shuffled into as comfortable a position as my situation allowed. I was breathless at having been “kidnapped” by folks I hardly new, as well as by the prospect of being tied up – not only for a reasonably lengthy period, but possibly on a regular basis! I looked at my feet: my ankles had been tied together, parallel, in a tight hand-cuff style, with a rugby boot lace. Obviously, my tightly but not painfully bound wrists had been tied with another similar lace. 

I looked at Elane: Though I was too young to have any really serious sexual fantasies about any girl, there was something about her which sent a thrill through my body and settled into a swarm of butterflies doing aerobatics in the pit of my stomach. 

Elane got to her feet and bent over a back-pack which I hadn’t noticed before. 

“We’re just going to get something, Brian, You be alright by yourself for a few minutes?” 

“Sure”, I said: now the butterflies had turned onto a fiery inferno. I hoped they couldn’t see my heart pumping. 

She took a 6 foot length of cotton wash line from the back-pack and tossed it over to Mark. 

“Tie him to the tree – make sure he can’t escape”. 

Mark got up and moved behind the tree against which I was leaning. Drawing my elbows together behind the tree, he tied them together, pulling them about six inches apart. No way I was going to escape from that, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. My hands were pressed to my back by the tree trunk while my elbows were tied behind the tree, tightly but not uncomfortably. I was stuck for the duration. 

The trio then all departed down a single path through the thick bush. I was alone. Securely bound to a tree by three kids I scarcely new, was the most thrilling sensation I had ever experienced. I had no idea where I was, nor how long I was going to be there. 

About 15 minutes later they all returned, evidently from Eve’s house as she had changed from the sweater and jeans she was previously wearing to shorts and a tank-top. She looked very cool, but nowhere close to my Elane; the first girl who had ever set fire to my lower regions. 

Elane and Eve took up their previous positions in the little clearing, sitting about 6 feet opposite me, while Mark untied the rope securing be by my elbows to the tree. 

As I slumped forward, relieved of the strain on my arms, Mark strolled back to where the girls were sitting and sat down.. 

There I sat for the next 4 or five hours, leaning against that tree, hands tied behind my back, ankles tied together, just talking to Elane, Mark and Eve, watching them smoke cigarettes and joking with eachother. Eventually, we started walking home along the beach, my hands still tied behind me. As we passed Eve’s house, she left us with a cheery wave. Elane and Mark took me up to where I lived, untied my pretty lifeless hands and turned to go home. 

“See you next Saturday”, Elane called over her shoulder! 

I met up with my new friends on a regular basis and spent many hours with them, my hands always tied behind my back the whole time and my eyes blindfolded during the walk to and from the den. Eventually, after about six such episodes, all pretty much the same, I was accepted into the gang and we had a lot of fun over the next few years playing adventure games and tying each other up. 

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 Lucy, thanks for your story - Very interesting tale indeed. I enjoyed it. More please 

 thanks Mason, i have other stories but not now, i really have to work 

 i checked my storie but didn't noticed that there so much grammar faults, shit! i'll try to be more carefull next time. 

 Good continuation foe the stories 
LUCIE 

 In my last posting, i told what happened with my cousin Kevin. I go on this time with my boyfiend. Vincent is an athlethic guy, i mean that he's a big rock of muscels. But that doen't mean making love with him is beeing under something so big you can't breath and you can't move. It's incredible how light he can be in those moments. But enough about that… 

 It was still during last summer, our two families are very close, so the parents decided to make a journey in Australia that would last one month (all july), leaving me and Vince alone. We were old enough (remember i was 17 and he 18) 

 The day the parents left, the last recomandations were given and finally, they went in the loading bay. Both, we kissed heartfully as the plane disepeared in the sky. Back home, the first moments were unsuitable for further devellopement but around midnight, we stopped. Vince went to the kitchen and i heard him checking the fridge for some food. He knew my house as it was his and i became a bit impatient as he wasn't back ten minutes after. 

 I rolled myself in the bed sheet and i went downstairs. No Vince. " Vince, what are you doing " i called. I sighed as i entered the kitchen. I want myself to the fridge to pick up some beer but felt suddenly someone spring behind me and clamp his hand on my muoth, circling my arms to my body. I was so surprised to even think it was Vince. I recognized him as he whispered: 

 " If you're not naughty, i'll be gentle!" Vince wanted to be an actor and he was really good at that bad-guy thing. I mmpphhed softly in his hand, nodding furiously. He dragged me to the den, where he sat me in the couch. The bedsheet had long slipped on the ground and i began to shiver. Vince didn't say anything and produced a scarf. I wasn't going to make it easy for him for that so i struggled wildly but he was the bad-guy, i the helpless damsel and he squeezed my cheeks to force my mouth open. There was no difficulty to fill the scarf in my mouth. I mmpphhed loudly, pushed the cloth with the tongue but he cleave gagged me with another scarf. 

 He had used only on hand for all that and when he began to cross my hands behind my back, i knew he was now the controller, now i was gagged. I struggled for the fun, just to play my part but my wrists were quickly secured. He took a thin cord and smiled at me. "Your breasts are beautifull you know" (here i acknowleged wholeheartedly…yes, i'm a bit too of my body…but it's only with me 'cause i would be a boring girl if i did so with my other friends.) So Vince said that, and he began tying the cord around my left breast, cinching it tightly. 

"Hey" i shout in my gag, but it came of course to be a muffled mmphh He did never do that and when he finished tighting my two breasts, he asked me: 

 " It isn't too unconfortable ?" He was concerned but i was discovering those restraints and i shaked my head no. He smiled happily and went on to bind my knees ankles and added some ropes around my waist and arms. During all that, i tensed and relaxed my chest to feel fully the new sensation i had with his improvising tie-up. When he finished, he stood up and lokked at. His eyes were full of desire and i joyfully mmphhed to him, to go ahead. 

 " Not yet. First, wa watch some T.V. I pouted in despite but, hey, what else could i do. He sat close to me and switched the tv on. There was nothing special but that didn't mattter to me. Vince's body was hot, and i leaned against him. 

 Finally, after watching the Simpsons, he took me in his arms as a husband should to with his wife at they're honeymoon and carried me in my room where my bad accepted our little unsuitable games. 

During all that month, there happened a lot of other adventures and even two babysitting stories. I think i'll tell those on first the next time. 

 I hope you enjoyed it. 
Lucy 

More stories to come.

 Penny, I also really liked your site. Interesting and enjoyable.

When I was 11 my family moved from the farm I had lived on all my life to a beach house close to the city. My two older brothers were at boarding school and I attended the local senior primary. 

A couple of months back I had met up with 13 year old Elaine, a close neighbor on whom I had a huge crush, her 12 year old brother, Mark and Eve, 13, also a neighbor. 

After a few weeks of “probation” during which I spent several Saturday afternoons at their “den” with my hands tied behind my back, I was accepted into the gang as a full member. 

Having been a tie-up freak since the very beginnings of my memory I had not minded the all too short episodes at the den and I always looked forward to the next visit. After my graduation, however, things changed somewhat. 

The first Saturday after my acceptance, Elaine phoned me and said that she and Eve were at Eve’s house and I should meet up with Mark and both come over. I went to Elaine and Mark’s beach house, collected Mark and we both strolled the 500 yards or so along the beach to Eve’s home to join the girls. 

As we approached the open front door we sort of expected Eve and Elaine to greet us but we were met with silence. After calling out a couple of times we entered the ominously quiet hose and started searching for the two girls. We decided to split up, Mark taking the ground and basement and me the top floor which, from a previous visit, I knew contained at least six bedrooms. After a thorough but fruitless search I decided to go downstairs and give Mark a hand in the huge, dark basement which extended across the entire house’s floor area. 

Quietly descending down the steep wooden steps into the dank basement I stretched out both hands to locate the light switch which I knew was there, somewhere! Just as I reached the bottom and my bare feet felt cold concrete a hot, moist hand was clamped across my mouth and the lights went on. 

“You’re caught!” Elane yelled triumphantly. I saw my partner, Mark, lying face down on the floor, securely hog-tied and gagged with a rugby sock. He had obviously walked straight into the girls’ ambush. 

“Lie down next to Mark and put your hands behind your back”, ordered Elane. She had armfuls of old clothes line and a determined look on her face. I lay down as instructed and Elane straddled my bum, impatiently pulling my arms behind me. She tied my hands very tightly behind my back, criss- cross fashion, vertically and horizontally, then gagged me by pushing a rugby sock into my mouth, secured in place with another sock. After tying my feet to my hands in a tight hog-tie, she stood back to admire her handiwork. 

“OK, you guys, let’s see how long it takes you to get out of that”. 

The girls climbed up the creaking stair- way, giggling, and I heard the cellar door slam shut. I looked at Mark. Though a year older than me, he was about my size and just as lithe. He lacked experience in escapology, however, and I knew that any successful escape would be up to me. We mumbled to each other, but it was pretty unintelligible. I knew from past experience that Elaine not only knew how to tie someone up for keeps, but she was also an expert gagger. My mouth was full of soft, fluffy rugby sock, held in place with a good two winds of the other sock between my teeth and across my lower face. Mark was similarly silenced. 

To cut a long story short, after about half an hour of uncomfortable wriggling and picking at rock hard knots with numb fingers, all we managed was to remove our gags. Elaine had double knotted every bond and we had no chance of biting through the thick clothesline with which our hands and feet had been tied. We discussed the situation for a few minutes, then Mark suggested we just lie there and wait for the girls’ plan, whatever that may be, to develop. 

We lay on our sides, facing eachother, and plotted revenge. Elaine and Eve had obviously pre-planned the whole capture and, just as obviously, had other plans in store for us. About half an hour later, the basement door opened and we heard footsteps creaking down the wooden steps. Elaine and Eve sat down opposite where Mark and I lay, side by side, and lit cigarettes. After a half hour or so of flicking hot ash on our naked upper bodies and tickling our feet, the girls released us. By this time we were both exhausted and did not have the strength to retaliate – at least, not quite then! 

Snapshots 

I am 5 and I am walking down the high street with my mom. We pass a vacant lot and I see two girls, about 12, bending over a boy of the same age. One of the girls is tying the boy’s hands behind his back with a dirty brown rope while the other ties his feet together at the ankles with one of his socks. I want to be the boy! 

My 4th floor office looks straight down onto a primary school sportsfield. There’s a game of soccer in progress on the field but up against the fence, right below my office window there are five boys, all in soccer uniforms, bare- footed, all lying face-down on the turf, hands tied behind them with rope. Their feet are also tied together and secured to the fence wire. The kids stay tied to the fence by their feet until the soccer game ends, then they are led off to the change room, hands still tied behind their backs by a “big”guy, also in uniform. Team captain disciplining undedicated members of his team? 

We are on the beach with our kids: lying on the sand about 20 yards away from where we are three 10 year old girls are tying a 12 year old boy’s hands behind him with a surfboard leash. The girls run off into the surf, giggling. A couple of other boys come out of the cafeteria about 10 minutes later and sit down next to the bound kid. Laughing and dripping ice-cream over his body, they leave the guy tied up for half an hour before releasing him. They all run off into the sea. 

Dan Dare 

They picked 5 of us to replace the seniors that left last year.When they picked the girls they wanted they invited us to a party that friday.We were told it was a private party for just the cheerleaders.There were already 15 girls on the squad plus the 5 of us and that sounded like a pretty fun time to us. 

The party was at Karens house { She was the captian of our squad.} and when I arrived she answered the door and invited me in. She led me down a hallway to the living room and when I stepped inside her hand was clamped over my mouth and 2 other girls grabbed me and dagged me to the center of the room were I saw Stacey and Kathy lying on te floor sourounded by the other girls.They were 2 of the other new girls and they were in thier underwear and hogtied.Iwas realy scared at first! They forced me down on my knees and just held me there for what seemed like a realy long time. Everyone including te to bound girls was just sitting there quietly and looking at me kind of funny. I was getting a realy wierd feeling and tried to squirm free but the 3 girls were a bit to much of a match for me. Finaly Karen broke the silence. 

"Allow me to explain." she said "This is your initiation night.You must endure the entire night to be on our squad.You may be released at any time if you wish all you have to do is start snapping your fingers repeatedly and we'll let you go but if that happens then your spot on te squad will be given to someone else. Is that understood?" she asked. I shook my head yes. 

"Do you want to be initiated?" she asked. I hesitated to answer. I was lookng at the other 2 girls.They seemed content with thier situation and if the were going to do anything realy mean I'm sure they wouldn't be asking my permision first so I eventualy shook my head yes again. 

"Good. now when we release you you are not to make a sound. You are to strip to your underwear like the other 2 girls and then lay flat on your stomache with your hands behind your back."instructed Karen. 

I felt realy akward about having to take of my clothes and hesitated to do it. 

"Come on hurry up!"demanded Cindy who was one of this years seniors and liked to act like she was cocaptian of the team. 

"Whats a matter is your underwear dirty or are you just the kind of girl who doesn't wear any?" taunted one of the girls I'm not sure who but the rest ofthem began to laugh. 

"Don't worry pretty soon we'll all be changing in the locker room together any way." said sue 

I undressed and laid on the floor as instructed.They tied me up the same way they had the other 2. They tied my hands first and then my elbows. 

" Wow she's realy flexible. Her elbows can touch be hind her back." said an amazed Sharon. 

"Good tie them that way" Instruckted cindy.After that they tied my legs just a bove the knees and then at the ankles.They bent my knees back and tied my ankles to my wrists.Then they wrapped rope around my chest above and below my breasts.They finished off by gagging me. This was the only ting different between the 3 of us. Stacey, a black girl who had developed large breasts very early and had long black curly hair down to the lower part of her back.{She was the only girl in school with longer hair than me.} was gagged with one of those plastic golf balls with the holes in it. It had what looked to be a boot lace through it and tied around her head. 

Kathy was a dark brown haired girl with brown eyes. Her hair was a litle wavy and it came down just past her shoulders.She was gagged with 3 or 4 pieces of duct tape witch I later found out held a medium sized rubber ball in her mouth.It was large enough to fill her mouth but not big enough to hurt her jaw after all it was going to be there for awhile. 

I'm a chinese and viet namese girl with dark eyes and straight black hair {obviously} that came down to the center of my back.One of the girls pinched my nose and lifted my head up while another stuffed a rolled up cloth in my mouth.Then Karen tied a knotted scarf aroundmy head to hold it in. 

"There doesn't that look pretty?" she said 

"Yeah now if the other 2 would hurry up and get here we can start to have some fun." said Cindy.About 5 seconds after she said that the door bell rang and Karen went to answer it.Two other girls positioned them selves on each side of the door.Witin a few seconds Karen apeared in the door way 

"Right this way." she said making an arm jesture that directed laurie into the room. She walked past Karen into the room and Karen clamped her hand on her mouth.The other 2 girls each leaped forward grabbing an arm and they brought her to the center of the room were they repeated everything that had happened to me.The tall blue eyed blond girl stripped down and allowed herself to be bound. She was also gagged with a rubber ball but this time it was held in by a scarf that covered her face from the bottom of her nose to almost the bottom of her chin. 

After about 10 minutes Karen anounced that michelle would recieve some extra torment then she looked around at the unbound girls 

"OK ladies no reason to keep the party on hold. It's tickle fest time." she exclaimed. we were tormented almost nonstop for the next half hour until the doorbell rang. 

Michelle was led into the room and ambushed like the rest of us.She was a medium hieght {for our age } girl who also developed early. She had green eyes and brown hair.She had the kind of curl to her hair that made it grow outwards as much as it grew down. It came down to her shoulders.For her they chose the same gag as me, a cloth in the mouth held in place by another knotted cloth only on her they used a plain colored table knapkin instead of the scarf. 

The break we got from the tickling while every body watched Michelle get bound was much needed. My stomache was starting to feel sick from the nonstop onslaught wich to my dismay began again after they finished with Michelle.They kept it up for another 20 minutes or so and then gave us a short rest. 

"Now it's time for the real fun to begin." anounced Karen with an unusualy large grin on her face witch seemed to be highly contageous as it spread through the room like wildfire. 

To be continued 

One note, not just to you two, but to everybody in general: When you post a story or comment, and you don't see it when you go back to the page, just hit "reload" on your browser, before doing anything else. It should show up then. Please keep posting everybody! It's great to see the various voices that have shown up here.

"Wait! We need pictures." anouced Cindy and with that 3 girls came forward with cameras and started snapping shots of each of us from all angles. There was also a video camera witch I just noticed but later found out it had been running on and off the whole time. They had taped each ambush, and our consents to be initiated,and several minutes of the tickling. After the pictures the removed the ropes that tied our ankles back to our wrists. We were still bound at the ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows and we were still gagged. 

"This is your first test!" anouced Karen "You will roll left or right acording to my directions.When I say up you will get to your feet and hop left or right, forwards or backwards acording to my directions.When I say down you will drop to your bellys and be ready to begin rolling again."Karen laid on the ground placing her hands on her back and keeping her legs together as if they were tied and demonstrated how to get up. She kind of inchwormed her knees up under her belly then sat up on her knees.Then she pushed off of her knees and jerked her upper body upwards and she rose to her feet. 

"Looks simple doesn't it."stated Karen."Well it is. Until you start to get tired." she went over and sat in a chair.She picked up a ping pong paddle and said."If anyone falls or stops to rest they will hop over here,lay themselves across my lap and recieve 10 wacks" she held the paddle up high as she said this "The other 4 girls may rest while the 5th one gets spanked.Everybody understand?" we shook our heads yes "Good then lets begin. Roll left,left left,right, right,right,left,right,up,hop fowards,left left,right,back,right,down."She continued drilling us like an army boot camp instructor untill finally I stumbled trying to get up.Ihopped over to her lap and laid across it. She waited till I was in her lap before informing meof my mistake. 

"Silly girl, can't you see the padles inthis hand.Now pick yourself up and hop around to this side."Karen instructed. I did as told and recieved my ten wacks. They were firm but not extremely hard although aftr 10 of them my ass hurt quiet abit."Return to your place in line!" Karen ordered.I did and the drill began again. I stumbled agian a couple of times later and recieved anoter 10 wacks. Then Kathy had to stop and take a rest while tryng to rise up afew times later.We all felt weird watching each other go over to be paddled but it was even worse after youknew first hand what the paddling felt like.In all I was paddled 6 times, Kathy and Stacey received 4 paddlings each, and laurie and Michelle each recieved 3.Now it was time for somthing new. 

We were taken into the back yard and our legs untied.We were lined up along the house and eggs were placed between our thighs 

"When I say go you will walk quickly to the back fence turn and return to the house. You will do this without dropping your egg.For each egg you drop you will recieve 3 wacks." A girl with a bowl of eggs was asigned to each of us. "Get ready! Go!" yelled karen 

We began walking quickly towards the back fence. I was next to stacey and could see her drop her egg almost imedieately.She was Realy bad at this one. Jessie the girl watching her ran out of eggs and had to borrow almost all the left overs from the other girls. Each girl dropped a couple of eggs in each direction except for me. I made it all the way to the back fence, turned around and headed back without dropping one. On the way back however Gina my watcher decided not to let me make it without dropping at least one. 

"Faster Ling faster. Lets go Ling move it" she was Screaming at me all the way back.As I tried to go faster I dropped 2 of my eggs. When each girl returned to the house her asigned watcher informed Karen how many eggs had been broken.I felt realy bad for Stacey. I forget how many eggs she dropped but she recieved so many wacks that they actualy broke up her spanking into three segments while they delt with the rest of us.My ass still hurt from the first drill we did and the 6 wacks I received pretty much inflamed it. 

"I've never seen a black girls ass turn red before!" Exclaimed Karen. As she gave Stacey her final wack with the paddle she said "Sorry, I hope your not this bad with any of our other games." Then e were led back inside. 

Once inside we were brought to the kitchen were our ankles were retied and we were sat in chairs at the table. 

"our next litle game comes in 2 parts and I'm sure you'll enjoy both of them!" said Cindy in a devilish voice "Bring on the pudding girls." 

5 large bowls of chocolate pudding were placed on the table 1 infront of each of us. 

"When I say go you will stick your faces in those bowls and eat untill every last drop is gone." Instructed Cindy " Does every one understand?" we shook our heads yes. "Remove thier gags." Ordered Cindy. Our gags were taken off and placed on the table next to us. "Ready and go!" Cindy yelled and we all stuck our faces in the bowls.I hope I never see that much pudding in one place at one time ever again! My stomache felt sick before I was half way through but I finaly finished as did the other girls. While we were eating I heard Karen tell several of the girls to come help get the living room ready for the next part. 

"Are we ready in here yet? "she asked as she returned. Looking around and seeing that we had all finished eating she said "Good untie thier ankles and bring them into the living room>" 

We were lined up shoulder to shoulder with Lauries shoulder against the wall. All of the furniture had been moved off to the side so the midle of the room was clear. 

"When I say go Laurie you will turn to face Stacey and give her a kiss then move to Ling and ao forth down the line. When you reach the end of the line turn around get back in line and the next will go. You will keep going through the line this way until you reach the far wall. when you do whoever is the first girl not to have room to get back inline must go back through the line the other way. Then you will continue across the room until you return hear. You will keep going back and fourth until we tell you to stop." Instructed Karen "You will hold each kiss for a 5 count. Ready go." 

"Can't we at least wash our faces first." asked Kathy 

"Now that would'nt be any fun now would it" replied Cindy 

Laurie was first in line but hesitated to begin. None of us realy wanted to kiss another girl and the fact that we all had pudding smeared all over our faces from the nose to the chin didn't make the idea any more apealing.After a moments hesitation Cindy paddled Laurie from behind and told her to get moving or she was off the squad. Laurie went trough the line as instructed followed by Stacey then me then Kathy and Finaly Michelle.As it turned out I would be the one who didn't fit back in line at the other end each time so I would have to go through the line kissing every chocolate covered face one way then imediately turn around and go through the line in the other direction.They made us go through the line about five times in each direction. On the last time back Karen stopped us for a moment. 

"OK girls this will be your last time through the line."She said "I want to see tongues touching on each kiss." 

I of course had to go first at this and having a camera on one side and a video camera on the other for each chocolate covered kiss didn't make me fell any more comfortable.I stuck out my toungue and went through the line then excepted each girls toungue as they went trough.This was my first time toungue kissing anyone boy or girl and it felt realy weird and awkward. "Now wasn't that fun?" asked Karen. "wash thier faces and regag them so we can start our next game." 

to be continued 

"You'll be playing our next litle game one at a time." anounced Karen." you get to be first Laurie.Hogtie these 4 and you girls can keep them entertianed while we put Laurie through her next ordeal." She said picking 4 girls to stay with us.We wtched them prepare Laurie as we were being hog tied. They started by tieing her Knees and ankles. Then they untied her arms.So far we had been tied up for nearly an hour and one half.I for one would have given anything to go first just to have my arms untied for a while.They let her shake out her arms a bit but her freedom didn't last long as they soon grabbed her wrists and this time tied them together in front of her.She was then made to squat down. Her wrists were tied with a long piece of rope that was now being tied to her ankles and then coiled around her forearms and calves and knotted just below her knees and elbows.I don't know what you call this tie in bondage but it reminded me of what cowboys call a hogtie when they chase those litle calves down in the rodeos. Anyway next they placed a dog collar around her neck and conected a leash to it. Then they blind folded her. 

"You girls have fun while your waiting." Karen said to us as she pulled Elaine one of the girls who would be left with us aside. "Pick one of them to go next and have her ready to go in about 15 minutes." 

Karen took hold of Lauries leash led her out of the room making her hop after her tied in that rediculous position.The rest of us were left wondering what she was going through. We had been retied a we origanaly were. our wrists and elbows had never been untied. Our legs were bound at the ankles and knees and our ankles were tied to our wrists in a hogtie.we were all gagged and imobilized. 

"What do we do now? asked Jessie 

"We keep our new friends entertianed."Elaine answered as she sat next to me.She started to tickle my toes and I squirmed abit and all the girls laughed at me. then they eached picked a captive to tickle.I watched the clock impatiently as I squirmed about screaming into my gag. I was completly helpless to pretect my self from elaines hands.I'm not espeicaly ticklish and many of the girls who tried tickling me that night realy didn't bother me much. Elaine however had a realy light and tingly touch. She felt like ants crawling all over my body. This was driving my insane.I also had a few small spots were I was extremely sensative and quit ticklish and she was quick to find them and merciless in atacking them.I was flopping about like a fish out of water and dying for it to stop.After the 15 minutes was almost up I finaly got some relief when they stopped to prepare te next girl for whatever awaited her.I was dying to be next. I had no idea what was being done to Laurie but it had to be better than this constant tickling from Elaine.Elaine however, having seen my reaction to her touch and knowing that they hadn't realy got me good with the tickling before this, had already decided I would be the last to leave her care. They picked Kathy to go next and I fully enjoyed wacthing them tie her in the same position as Laurie had been tied as it provided me with a much needed rest. It took closer to 20 minutes before Karen returned for the next girl and Jessie sugested that the 4 of them give thier full atention to Kathy as she would soon be leaving them.I thanked God when Elaine agreed and didn't feel bad one bit as I watched Kathy suffer in the hands of all 4 girls.At this point I didn't feel bad for anyone but myself anymore.Karen finaly arived and led Kathy away.Elaine broke the bad news about my being he last to leave to me as she returned to my side. 

"Did you miss me sweety?Yeah I can tell you did!" She teased as she sat next to me again 

"MMMMPH!! MMMPH!!AAUGH!!!MMPH!!!" I tried screaming every nasty word I knew but it all came throug my very efective gag as a bunch of muffled grunts and groans. 

"It's okay i'm back now."She told me as she put her hands to work on me again.I was tortured for another 15 minute or so until they stopped to prepare Stacey for Karens return. Soon however Elaine was back at my side to torment me some more.Then it was Michelles turn to go.The breaks I got while the other girls were prepared seemed shorter and shorter and the torment in between seemed longer and longer each time.Now I was finaly next and I desperatly hoped that whatever awaited me next wold not involve being tickled and if it did I hoped that at least this bitch Elaine wouldn't be the one tickling me.I watched the clock intensly as my last 15 minutes went by. I had to strain my eyes to see it through all the tears she had brought to my eyes.When I thought my time was finaly up she just keeped going. 

 "Should we get her ready for Karen now?" asked Jessie 

"Just a couple more minutes. I just love the way she flops around when I do this."Replied Elaine. 

"MMMPH!!!" That was suposed to be BITCH but I doubt that they could tell. 

"OH so thats way you saved her for last." Karen exclaimed as she entered the room seeing me still hogtied and not ready to go yet. She looked down at me and said "I see someone has finaly figured out how to make you squirm properly while being tickled." she turned to Elaine and said "Keep going I want to watch this abit longer myself." 

"MMMPPHH!!!MMMPPHH!!!!"I still hadn't learned that trying to curse at them just wasn't going to work. The tickling began, I floped and aquirmed about helplessly and they giggled at me and tuanted me. Watching the clock was now pointless but I think it was about another 15 minutes before Suecame to check on us. The other girls had become woried that somthing bad had happened since it was taking so long. 

"Everythings fine" Karen told her"Check this out>" 

they demonstrated how ticklish I was in Elaines hands and she too was amazed.They later showed me my reaction to Elaines touch on the video tape and I have to agree it was one of the wildest and funiest reactionsto being tickled I have ever seen.Still it competly sucked to endure it for sooo long! 

"Oh dear look at the time " stated Karen" I guess we need to move on." 

"THANK GOD!!" I thought 

The tickling had finaly stopped and my hogtie undone.My arms were untied and i was alowed to shake them out for several minutes before they began to prepare me for the next game they had in mind. 

To be continued 

"come along Ling." Karen said as she tigged the leash twice to signal me to follow her. I started hopping along behind her as I had seen the other girls do.With my arms tied to my calves my body couldn't move much and I was basicaly just using my ankle motion to propell my self along.I had to make very small hops and it took forever to get anywere. I was led out through the living room were I took to big of a hop and lost my balance. I fell foward landing on my shins and my right shoulder.My ass was slapped by someones hand and I was teased by Karen and Elaine. 

"Come on Ling up get up." said Karen 

"I think she would rather be padled agian." teased Elaine as my ass was slapped again. I rolled around into several diferent positions trying to get up but couldn't find a way.I heard alot of giggling in the room. It was obvious that most of the girls were watching this. I squirmed about somemore but I couldn't get up on my own. Finally two of the girls helped my back to my feet.As soon as I was up Karen gave me her two tug comand to follow her again. 

"Lets go Ling! You've rested long enough." she said 

Struggling to get up while tied in this position was anything but rest.I had thought that bigger hops would get me were I was going faster but I didn't want to go through that again so I returned to baby hops.The giggles grew louder as they watched me hop across the living room and into the kitchen. A new group of voices burst into giggles as I entered.I was led around the table and back into the livingroom.I guess for now I was just on parade for their amusment.As we reentered the living room I discovered that I could do this kind of penguin waddle thing were I pivited on one foot and swung the other foot foward. This provided some relief to my legs for awhile.I was led across the room then told to stop.I was edged up into the spot they wanted me in. 

"Yuo're at the edge of my stair case now Ling. You need to take big high hops to make it up them."said Karen.Then I felt two girls brace me. Each placing one hand on my ass andone on my side. At least they wern't going to let me fall on the stairs. On my first try I felt my toes catch th edge of the stair but I didn't quite make it on.After I new how high to hop the rest were pretty easy but extremely tiring. Karen lived in a split level ranch and there were only 5 stairs to climb but climbing them in this position realy wore me out.Karen tugged the leash for me to follow but I had to rest for a moment and didn't move. 

"OH OH she's not being a very obiedient slave." teased Karen. With that the 2 girls who helped balance me coming up the stairs now began to spank me. 

"When your ready to continue the spanking will stop." Karen informed me. 

I took another minute getting spanked about a dozen times.Then I started to waddle down the hall.I got about 10 feet before I heard Cindys voice. 

 "She looked so much cuter doing her litle hopping thing. Can't we make her hop agian?" she asked 

"MMMPPHH!!!!" I let out an anoyed grown. 

"I agree she did look much cuter doing her hop."Said Elaine 

"Well it's unanomous then." Karensaid "You're going to have to hop the rest of the way Ling." 

"Be carfull now Ling we're gong down a hill now."Karen instructed. 

There was a hill coming around the side of her house that I had seen earlier. I new we were back wear we played the egg game.I was stopped at the bottom of the hill and my hands were untied from my legs but my wrists were still bound as were my anklesand knees. I waslaid downon the ground on my back with my arms stretched out up over my head. 

"OK Ling, If you want to be one of us you have to wear one of our uniforms.If you want one of our uniforms you have to know how to treat it.First you will wear it to many games in all kinds of weather and sometimes you'll fall or roll or do splits on the wet ground.The first step in knowing how to care for yuor uniform is knowing how to properly soil it for the right cause.WhenI say go you will roll to your left and keep rolling untill I tell you to stop. Ready! Go!" yelled Karen. 

I rolled once onto my front side and found myself in a big mud pudle. I was pissed. 

"MMMPPHH!!!MMMMPPPHH!!!"I was trying to curse at them. 

"Keep going Ling!"Karen yelled "I'de hate to see you eliminated this late in the game." 

I began rolling again. I rolled over and over getting completely soaked and covered in mud.The pudle was about 6 feet wide. when I had gone through they told me to stop and get up.Now I was realy cold. Iwas led a few steps to my right and told to hold my hands over my head. 

"The next step in taking care of your uniform is to know how to clean it after it has been properly soiled. When I say begin you will turn around in a circle but remain in the same spot.Ready! Begin!" yelled Karen and as I started to spin I was hit by a blast of freezing cold water.These bitches were hosing me down. 

"MMMPPPHH!!!!MMMMPPPHHHH!!!"I screamed loudly into my gag. 

"Remember you can quit any time just by snapping your fingers but you'll be of the squad. OH and there's no fucking way your going in my house to get your clothes while your all covered in mud!"She told me 

I MMPPHH away for a few minutes until they had completly hosed me down.then they took the extra lenght of rope that had held my wrists to my ankles and now tied my wrists to my left thigh.Then they pushed me towards the back of the yard. 

"The final thing you need to know about caring for your uniform is that after it has been properly soiled and properly cleaned it should be hung out to dry."As Karen finished saying this several girls grabbed me and turned me upside down and lifted me up quite high. I could feel someone tying somthing to my ankles when the let go of me I was hung upside down.I squirmed about a bit not liking this piticular game very much. I remembered seeing a swing set frame with no swings on it earlier and figured thats what I was hanging from.At least I knew that was ment to hold up the weight of at least two people.Just as I stared to calm down I felt a bunch of hands grab me and start to swing me in a big circle. when they had me going good the stopped pushing me and let me go round and round on my own. 

"MMMPPHH!!!!MMMPPPHH!!!MMMPPPPHHH!!!!MMMMMMPPPHHH!!!"I was screaming as loud as I could through my gag the whole time on this one.I was cold, quite scared, and now I could fell all the blood rushing to my head.I must have looked like one of hose pengilum things.You know the kind thatswing in a circular patern and usualy draw a perfect spiral on the ground with sand or something like that as they lose momentum and work thier way in towards the center. My momentum ran out after only about a minute or so.I was hanging there still and Icould now add dizzyness to the list of discomforts on this one.Then I heard the worst thing I could posibly have heard. 

"Elaine I think this requires your touch before we let her down."Karen said 

"Oh goody I thought the tickling was over for the night."Elaine taunted as she went to work on me with her evil litle fingers. 

'MMMPPHHH!!MMPPHHH!!"I cursed at her. I still hadn't learned that that was a waste of time.In fact I continued cursing at her the entire time. I also jerked andswung my self around trying to escape her hands. 

"OK OK thats enough " yelled several of the girls. At least some of them had some mercy in thier souls. It had onlybeen a couple of minutes worth of tickling this time but that was way too much for me in this position. They took me down brought me in and removed my blind fold.They toweled me off and lrd me into the living room were the other 4 girls had been left waiting.They were hogtied again only this time they were sitting up on thier knees. They untied my hands and retied them behind my back and told me to relax. They didn't bother hogtieing me as they were now untieing the other girls hogties.Then Karen came over and stood before us. 

"Congratulations girls your almost there." she told us." In fact you'll be one of us in about 5 minutes.Alot of groups have symbols to identify and unite them. Some groups wear jackets, or colors, others get tatoos.WE get this."Her left hand stretched her collar down exposing her left breast while her right hand flicked a nipple ring then she covered her self again."I have been taught how to do this profesionaly and safely and I have all the proper tools."she told usas the other girls began lining up in two rows with paddles in thier hands."You will come forward 1 at a time to recieve your rings when I'mfinished you will turn and present your ass to me.I'll strie it once with my paddle and you will say thank you sister and then continue on through the gauntlet presenting your ass to each of your sisters and thanking them when they spank it.Remove thier gags.Stacey your first." 

As the other girls went through the line I couldn't believe my thoughts.About a week earlier my dad was watching the news and a thing about teen piercings.They talked about infections and gang symbolisms and of corse they picked the extreme example for thier show. They picked a greasy spike haired boy wearing makeup witha tatoo on his face and a chain going from his earing to his nose ring. My dad looked at my brother and told him if he ever got pierced any were he'd beat the shit out of him and kick him out. Then he turned to me and said that I already had all the piercings I would ever have.{my ears were pierced}As I waited my turn I thougt of backing out. If my dad ever found out I'd get klled.When it was my turn however I decided that I hadn't gone through all that hell for nothing.My parents did respect my privacy pretty well so how would they ever know my nipple was pierced. 

I apraoched Karen nrevously and she smiled at me then lowered my left bra cup She took anice cube out of a bowl she had on the table next to her andbegan rubbing it around my nipple until it had pretty much all melted.I closed my Eyes as sh reached for a needle and after a short wait I felt the tinyest litle prick. A few seconds later she said I was ready. I opened my eyes nd saw my ring hanging there.I turned my ass toward her and she slapped it."thank you sister" I said as I continued forwrd to cindy.Slap "thank you sister"I told her and moved to Elaine and so on through the line.At the end of the gauntlet we were untied and given cheerleader squad t shirts and a pair of sweetpants to wear and then were sent off to the shower.Afterthat we watched movies for the rest of the night.Oddly enough Elaine became my best friend despite the fact that at least once a week she has some of her friends pin me down so she can tickle the fuck out of me. 

Bye! 

 In case you are interested, we do not have cheerleaders or school cheerleading squads in any kind of organised way here athough some of the pro league basketball teams have them. 

 I won't ever be able to look at a cheerleader again without visualising what she went through to get there! (laughing) 

 Anyway, if you ever get the time, Ling, why don't you join us in the chat? I know the other regulars (including several girls) would love the chance to say hello. If you can't make it thats cool, its your right to decide. 

 She used to babysit for me when I was little, and as I was a wrestler myself in grade and jr. high school, we used to wrestle each other for fun. This was all innocent with no sexual overtones. 

 The years passed and Julie went away to college, When I was 15, I made the high school wrestling team at 155# (Julie's old weight class) and I thought I was bad! Over Christmas, Julie came home from college and she was looking hot! I never thought of her like that before- she was a buddy nothing more-but she really turned into a babe. I told her I was on the high school wrestling team and suggested a wrestling match like the old days. I went over to her house later that night. 

Her parents were gone and we went into the garage where they had a small home gym complete with a wrestling mat. What I didn't know was that although Julie didn't wrestle in college (as good as she was, she had no chance at competing at a college level)she had taken up bodybuilding and was very strong and her boyfriend was a two time high school state champ who placed 2nd at the NCAA championships the previous year. Julie was a good 6'tall (to my 5'8") and weighed about 190#. 

 We started to wrestle, and I let my hormones get the better of me by grabbing her breasts a few times through her shirt. After about three such instances, she stopped wrestling and said "Joe, please don't do that again." We resumed and after a short while, I ran my hand over her crotch. Well, what a mistake that was. Before I knew what hit me, Julie had thrown me on my belly and was sitting on my back. I felt her force my hands behind my back, and to my amazement she was able to hold both of them together at the small of my back with just one hand! I didn't think a girl could be that strong. I struggled and before I could break free, I felt Julie wrapping a length of clothesline around my wrists! She tied it off, got off me, and brought my feet up to my hands and hogtied me. I was humiliated! I started to apologize and asked her to please untie me but she took a small whiffle ball, ran a string through it and tied it in my mouth. 

After about an hour,( I tried to free myself but couldn't) she came back to the garage, untied me, and we watched TV the rest of the night. Neither one of us ever mentioned that incident again, but I sure learned my lesson!