It was the Tuesday of the second week of my stay, and we were all over at Becca's house, swimming in her pool. We had taken a break from swimming to enjoy lunch that was served by Becca's mom. We sat eating around the patio table. I had gone inside the house to throw away my paper plate and cup in the kitchen. When I turned around, I saw Becca standing in the doorway. 

Without saying a word, she grabbed my wrist and led me downstairs to the basement. Normally, whenever Becca did something like this to me, I would wind up getting bound and gagged. However, once we were in the basement, Becca turned to me and said, "How would you like to get some revenge?" 

Last week, Becca and I suffered a major tie up game at the hands of Karen (see my Junior Detectives stories for details). We never had gotten revenge on Karen (and Donna, who ratted us out; as well as Shirley, who tickled us when we were bound) until now because something always came up. But now, with Becca's mom having just left to visit with my Aunt Jean, and all of us now prohibited from doing anymore swimming since she wasn't home, it was the perfect time for us to strike back. 

George came downstairs as we gathered various ropes and tape. He saw Becca grab me in the kitchen and had assumed that I would be all tied up. Becca put her arm over his bare shoulders and drew him close. "Would you like to help Doug and me capture everybody?" she asked. 

George nodded his head yes in excitement. Becca told him to go upstairs and cause as much of a ruckus as he could to get the others' attention. Becca instructed him to say that she had me down here trussed up like a turkey and she was not showing any mercy. George dutifully ran back upstairs and started carrying on like the natural born ham that he was. Becca and I listened as he made my plight out to be worse than even we could possibly imagine. At first, I thought he was overdoing it, but when we heard our first victim descend the steps, we quickly got into position for the ambush. 

It was Karen. Barefoot, she was clad in a two-piece bathing suit. Her long black hair was wet and slicked back from swimming. When she saw me point the water pistol at her, Karen immediately raised her hands in surrender. I gagged her with a piece of tape, and then bound her wrists together behind her back with the rope. 

We could still hear George upstairs, spinning his wild tales of my imagined torture. Finally, the rest of our victims came down en mass. However, Donna, Shirley and Jim all came to an abrupt halt once they saw Becca pointing a water pistol at them and me binding Karen's wrists. 

This made Shirley turn towards the steps and angrily shout "George!" I was amazed at how she actually made his name sound like a curse word. 

Becca and I got busy. I left Karen sitting cross-legged on the sofa with her hands tied so I could help Becca bind our other captives. We decided it would be best if our captives were tied up separately. Becca had escorted Donna and Shirley into the mini guest bedroom. It used to be a former storage room that had been re-paneled, with a small bed installed. We were tied up here often. I was left with Jim. 

Jim was shirtless and barefoot, clad only in a bathing suit, just like I was. I waved my water pistol at him and he started walking down the hallway to the laundry room. Once there, I made him lay face down on the rug by the washer. When he laid down, I tied his hands behind his back with rope and gagged his mouth with tape. Then I bound his ankles together with more rope, and hogtied them to his wrists. He let out a weary groan when I did this, but I made sure to give him enough slack between his wrists and ankles so that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable for him. 

I stood up and examined the bonds on my captive. As the old saying went, Jim wasn't going anywhere. I was startled to hear George urgently shouting my name and Becca's, and when I ran out to the rec room, I just caught a glimpse of Karen as she darted up the steps. It was at this point that I remembered how I forgot to bind her ankles. 

"She's getting away!" George screamed shrilly, as he hopped up and down. 

"Then let's get her!" I said, as we both bolted for the steps. 

I saw Karen at the top of the stairs. She stood desperately trying to open the side door with her hands still bound behind her back. When she saw us coming at her, Karen let out a little scream under her gag and ran into the kitchen. 

I followed her into the kitchen, where something interesting happened. Karen later said that she merely stumbled (a view which she still holds to today--but with tongue planted firmly in cheek, I might add). But from my perspective, as I gave chase to her in the kitchen, Karen abruptly stopped, turned towards me, and then her legs buckled from underneath her and she fell into my arms. I was so caught off guard by this that I collapsed to the floor with her. 

We weren't hurt. Karen let out a giggle under her gag as we wound up kneeling together on the floor with her in my embrace. "I got you!" I said, with all the deviousness I could muster. "Come on!" 

I helped her back up to her feet and escorted her back downstairs with George leading the way. Becca was waiting for me downstairs with her hands on her hips and a disgusted look on her face. Like Karen, Becca also wore a two-piece bathing suit. 

"This is why we tie their feet, Doug," she said in an overly patronizing manner, as if speaking to a low-grade moron. "So they won't run away from us. All right?" Not having a witty remark to reply with, I said this: "Bleeccch!" 

Karen started giggling again and even George burst out in laughter. Becca only stared at me, then rolled her eyes at the ceiling. She muttered something under her breath as she stormed back into the bedroom. I never heard what it was, and perhaps that was just as well. 

I went about the business of making sure Karen didn't go running off again. I had her sit on the sofa, where I knelt down before her legs, and she obediently presented her feet for tying. I bound her ankles together with rope, and then double tied them again with another vertical strand over the original bond. Just to be certain, I also tied her knees together, as well. 

When I got up, I deliberately loomed over Karen, which made her let out a little squeal under her gag. She gazed wide-eyed up at me as she quickly lay back on the sofa and pulled her bound legs up onto the cushion. 

I had to admit that I was feeling a little devilish, so I ran my hands barely an inch over her bare legs, wiggling my fingers as if I were tickling her. But I never actually touched her. This produced the desired effect in that Karen writhed and squirmed around under my hovering hands as if she had been tickled. She kept making these little squeals of mock fear under her gag. 

"How much do ya think we'll get for this one?" I asked George, in my best kidnapper's growl. 

"A million," George said coolly. 

Karen stared with wide eyes at the wall, the ceiling, across the room--everywhere but at us. She avoided eye contact with me until I leaned close to her and asked, "Do you think you're worth a million bucks, kid?" 

I never got an answer, because at that moment, Becca barged in and screamed, "WHERE'S JIM?! DON'T TELL ME YOU FORGOT TO TIE HIS FEET, TOO!" I'll never forget the angry look that Karen gave Becca at that moment. The image of Karen, sitting there bound hand and foot, with her hair plastered back against her head, mouth gagged with several strips of tape, and a really ticked off look in her eyes was burned forever in my memory. 

I led Becca to the laundry room, where we were both relieved to see Jim still lying hog-tied on the rug. He appeared to be trying to roll his bound body over on one side by arching his back and rocking back and forth as best he could. It didn't seem to be a very practical maneuver; in fact I thought it looked a little silly. But I knew from experience that once bound, a captive tried any method to escape, no matter how goofy it might look. 

When Jim noticed us, he ceased his struggles and lay his head down on the rug. Becca explained that she thought I tied her brother up in the storage room at the far end of the hall. So when she didn't see him in there, she assumed Jim had already escaped. This was about as close to an apology that I was going to get from Becca. 

When Becca left us, I went into the laundry room to recheck Jim's bonds. As I tugged on the rope that hogtied his wrists to his ankles, I saw that Jim gave me this sideways glance out of the corner of his eye that said, "You're gonna be sorry you did this!" 

George and I left Jim alone in the laundry room. I wanted to see how Becca had tied up Donna and Shirley, but not before I checked on Karen, first. I peeked into the rec room and saw Karen struggling for all she was worth. She rolled around so much on the sofa; it almost felt like watching a one person-wrestling match. Although she wasn't hog-tied, Karen had her body arched back as if she were. I realized that Karen had been trying to reach the ropes on her ankles with her bound hands. I guess she figured if she could untie her feet, she could go for a little walk again. 

I cleared my throat sharply, and that put an end to her escape attempt. Karen straightened out on the sofa and gave me an overly exaggerated look of innocence by fluttering her eyes at me, as if saying "Who, me?" 

I went into the bedroom to see what Becca was doing with Donna and Shirley. Becca had bound the sisters together on the single bed. Both girls were barefoot, clad in one-piece bathing suits, with their wet hair also plastered back against their heads. They lay with their wrists tied above their heads to the headboard. Since there was no foot posts, Becca secured their ankles--with each girl's ankles tied together, first--to a single length of rope that was tied to the metal frame under the bed. This created a wonderful sight: four bare feet bound together in a mass of wiggling toes and squirming soles. 

I stood at the foot of the bed, and gave Shirley a nasty grin. I reminded her of the last time I was tied up and helpless, and she came over and mercilessly tickled me. Shirley's eyes grew very wide over her gag, and she let out a muffled cry, as I wiggled my fingers up the bare soles of her feet. 

"Let's not forget Donna, who ratted us out to Karen in the first place," Becca said. With that, Becca started tickling Donna's sides. Donna tried to lay there with a stoic expression in her eyes. But when I tickled her feet, in addition to Becca tickling her sides, she finally broke up into laughter. 

I glanced over my shoulder to see how George was enjoying this. But George wasn't there. 

Uh-oh!

I left the bedroom and ran into the rec room just in time to see George kneeling over Karen on the sofa. He had his hand over her bound wrists, and when he saw me, George's eyes grew very wide. He jumped off the sofa and muttered something about checking Karen's bonds. 

"Yeah, I'll bet," I said sarcastically. I went over and re-checked Karen's bonds. She lay face down, and the ropes on her wrists seemed a little loose to me, so I re-tied the knot. I then checked the bonds on her legs, and they appeared secure. When I saw her bound bare feet, I just couldn't help myself. I gave Karen's soles a tickle. She let out an indignant, if muffled, grunt from under her gag. I grabbed her ankles with one hand and continued tickling her feet with the other. Karen whooped and screamed so much; she nearly rolled off the side of the sofa until I pushed her back. 

Becca came in and tickled Karen's feet, and I switched to tickling her sides. By this time, Karen lay there with her bound legs drawn up to her chest as she stared up at me with this dazed, wide-eyed look that bordered on psychotic. 

I decided to take a break--actually, I had decided to give poor Karen a break before she totally lost what little sanity she had left. But Becca continued her tickle torture. Leaving Karen at Becca's mercy, I went down the hall to check on our other captives. 

Donna and Shirley were giving the bed a run for its money as they struggled mightily to get free. To this day, I wish I had an audio tape of the various grunts and groans they made while struggling. Yet as hard as they tried, the sisters were too securely tied down. So I left them and went further down the hallway to the laundry room. I opened the door, wondering what weird position I was going to find Jim in this time, when the smile abruptly faded from my face. 

Instead of a hog-tied Jim, all I saw on the rug now were the ropes that bound him. Jim was gone! 

I took several steps into the laundry room, and when I did, the door shut behind me and Jim jumped out with a water pistol pointed right at my left temple. "Gotcha!" he said smugly. 

How the mighty have fallen. When I raised my hands in surrender, Jim ordered me over to the rug. Once I lay face down on the rug, Jim bound my hands together at the wrist behind my back. My ankles were also tied together, and then I was hog-tied. What really hurt was the fact that Jim had bound me with the very same ropes I'd used on him earlier. At least he had the decency not to stick the same tape gag on my mouth. I was gagged with a clean handkerchief (at least I hoped it was clean!). 

After double-checking my knots, and giving me another smug smile (which was pretty much the same thing I had done to him, earlier), Jim left me alone in the laundry room. I tested my bonds, but found them to be very secure. Jim may not have been as prolific a player as his older sister, but when he did get involved in our tie up games, he proved to be an excellent knot maker. All I could do was just lie there and hope that Becca could get the drop on her brother before she wound up like me. 

I had found out later that back when I realized that George was no longer standing behind us in the bedroom, I was wrong; George had never entered the bedroom at all. When I went into the bedroom to tickle Donna and Shirley, George actually shot past me and ran down the hall to untie Jim's hands. At the moment when it occurred to me that George wasn't in the bedroom, he had already shot past the doorway again and was in the rec room, pulling at Karen's knots. I felt foolish, because just when I thought I had foiled an escape attempt, Jim had been untying himself in the laundry room all along. 

The battle outside was soon joined. I could hear shrieks of terror mixed with laughter, then I heard Becca boldly say, "You're not taking me alive!" 

To which Jim replied, "Fine!" 

This was followed by more shrieks and shouts. It sounded like somebody was being murdered--probably Becca--and I was glad not to be a part of it. 

While this madness was going on, Karen entered the room and knelt down next to me. With a slight smile on her face, she very lightly tickled the soles of my bound bare feet. Then I flinched when she ran her wiggling fingers up my bare back. I completely lost it when Karen started tickling my sides, while saying "Coochie Coochie Coo!" right into my ear. 

Becca, Jim, Donna Shirley and George all ran into the laundry room at that point. I was surprised to see that Becca wasn't tied. Then I found out why when Jim said, "Mom's back." 

Shirley hunched down over me with a really devious look on her face. But before she could tickle me, Karen blocked her. 

"The game's over," Karen said. "Leave him alone." 

This made everybody go "Ooooooo!" all at once, and Karen turned a shade of red that would make a lobster proud. Yet despite her obvious embarrassment, she would not move from me. 

So the gang did the only thing they could do...they tied her up. Becca and Donna each gave the other a nasty grin as they grabbed Karen and wrestled her to the floor. While they held Karen's hands behind her back, Jim bound them together at the wrist with rope that George had brought in. 

Karen gave me a sardonic "what-are-ya-gonna-do?" look as her legs were tied together at the ankles and knees. She was even gagged with another handkerchief from the wash. Jim appeared as if he was going to hog-tie Karen, but that idea was dropped when Shirley came over to me and started tickling my feet. Pretty soon, Becca and Jim were tickling Karen, while Donna came over and helped her sister to tickle me. 

This tickling frenzy lasted for only a few seconds. Becca and Jim's mom, who started calling their names throughout the house, saved Karen and me from a fate worse than death. 

"We'll leave these two lovebirds alone," Becca said, as she retreated from the laundry room with the others. "You two behave!" 

Once Becca shut the door behind her, both Karen and I let out sighs of relief over our gags. Karen lay face down next to me on the rug, and she rolled her eyes and shook her head at me, as if to say, "You believe this?" 

We heard the crowd chattering outside. I found out later that Becca's mom actually asked where Karen and I were, and Becca replied that we both left early! Soon, we could hear the others splashing around in the pool again. The fiends! 

While I couldn't move around too much, thanks to the hog tie I was bound in, Karen took advantage of the fact that she wasn't hog-tied by writhing about until she sat up next to me. Then she wiggled and waggled herself so that she sat with her bound hands facing mine. 

I could still only lie there helplessly while Karen tugged delicately at my knots. She gave me a little wink as she glanced over her bare shoulder. I winked back. Karen finally picked the hog-tie knot loose, and I gratefully lowered my bound feet to the floor. But she did not stop to celebrate. Karen grabbed my tied wrists and started tugging at the knot that bound them. Soon, I could feel the rope grow slack, and then I was able to pull my hands free. 

I sat up and pulled my gag off. Then I pulled Karen's gag off and started untying her wrists. Once her hands were free, we each got busy untying our legs. 

Now completely free, Karen and I went to the door and opened it. George was in the hallway. He was just about to enter the laundry room just as I pulled the door open on him. When he saw we were free, he smiled. 

"We you gonna untie us?" I asked. When he nodded, I gave him a little hug. He might have been a little booger whose loyalties shifted in whatever direction the wind blew, but George redeemed himself in my eyes. 

He joined us as Karen and I crept slowly up the steps. Karen grabbed my hand and held it tightly as I peeked into the kitchen for any sign of our captors. For once, I didn't mind, for I pretended that we were Jonny Quest and his girlfriend escaping the bad guy's lair. (Although Jonny didn't have a girlfriend back on his original sixties show, I wasn't about to leave Karen out of my little fantasy) Running around like this was almost as much fun as being tied up. There were no evil minions lurking in the kitchen, so we snuck out the side door of the house. A glance in the back yard showed us that everybody was in the pool, even Becca's mother. 

So we ran for it. It wasn't until we were on the sidewalk, with my Aunt Jean's house in sight, that George, who walked behind us, started giggling. 

"You were holding hands!" he exclaimed. "Becca was right, you're boyfriend and girlfriend!" 

Karen and I exchanged an annoyed look, and then we promptly attacked George. We both tickled his bare belly and chest mercilessly until he ran laughing hysterically into my Aunt Jean's house. Life was good. 

More tie-up weirdness next month. As always, thanks for reading. 

 I just wanted to let you know that I created another page that some of you might find interesting. 

 This new page is for lovers (and I'm one of them...) of soft bondage, i.e. bondage that involves soft materials and fabrics, scarves, sweaters and blankets made of wool, angora, mohair and furs. I know some of you will find that concept a little bit strange, but it's one of my many interests. It probably dates back from my first bondage experiences (they were published here a long time ago, but you can read about them on my new site)... 

 The new site is called "Soft and Wooly Bondage Stories". At the top of the posting page, you'll find a few stories that were first posted here, but if you scroll down a little, you'll find some new ones. How old you were when the story happened is not important on that new page. Also, I'm still more interested in the bondage aspect than the sexual one, but I'm a more permissive on that new page than I am on this one about their sexual content. I still only accept stories where the participants were consenting. They can be real of fiction. 

I hope some of you will contribute some stories to this new site, and thanks for the great stories that you posted here! (Doug: I'm always anxious for the first of the month to arrive, so that I can read the next installment of your tie-up saga! This time again it was a fantastic story. The fun you must have had back then...sigh...) 

We had been playing frisbee and horseing around on the beach for a few hours.As we were headed back to Michelles house I picked up valerie and teased her about throwing her in the water. As soon as I had put her down Michelle threw a frisbee full of water at me and soaked the whole front of my shirt.The two of them started laughing at me and I chased after Michelle. When I caught her I carried her down to the water and Valerie grabbed me around the waist and tried to pull me back. I just kept going dragging her along with me.I threw Michelle in then Picked up Valerie and threw her in too. 

"Your so dead" they both yelled and started chasing me down the beach.When I let them catch up to me they tried to trough me in but but I was to strong for them and ended up throwing both of them in a couple more times each.When they had seemed to give up we started walking towards Michelles house again. After walking about another 50 feet they both tackled me by surprize and got me down.Michelle sat on my back and tod valerie To give her her belt.Valerie took off her belt and the 2 of them started trying to pull my arms up behind my back. I struggled a bit but not realy. How often does a 15 year old boy get to be tied up by the 2 hottest girls in school?They wrapped the belt tightly around my wrists and in between a couple of times and then buckled it.I tested the belt to see if I could get out but it was too well tied. Then Michelle removed her belt and strapped it around my elbows wich realy limits the amont of struggling you can do with your wrists.They picked me up and carried me to the water and threw me in. I struggled to get up with my arms bound and they helped me but as soon as i was up they picked me up and threw me in again.They continued this game for about 15 minutes.Many people who had watched the entire thing were just laughing about it.Finaly they started leading me back to the house. 

"That'll teach you to bully a couple of girls."Said some old lady as we walked by. 

"He's still got some learning to do." ansered Valerie as they led me away with my arms still bound. 

It too about 10 minutes to get back to the house. We had to walk through the center of town and caught several strange looks from people who noticed my hands tied. 

When we entered MIchelles house they laid me on the floor and went to her room.2 minutes later they returned with 2 bandanas and a jump rope. 

"What the hell are you doing now?" I asked 

"You'll see." answered Michelle as she rolled up 1 of the bandanas and stuffed it into my mouth. Valerie knotted the other and cleave gagged me with it.Then they pulled my feet together and tied them leaving just enough jump rope to bend my knees up and hogtie me. 

"We've got to go take showers now to get all this sand out of our hair. We'll deal with you when we return."Said Michelle and they left me there. 

"MMPPPHH"I tried yelling to them to not leave me but they couldn't understand and probably wouldn't have listened anyway. 

After a couple of minutes Michelles mom came home. She look at me hogtied on the floor then let out a litle giggle and wlkedby into the kitchen.She came back a minute later gave me another look and said 

"I don't think I even wanna know what you did this time." she took some stuff out of a cabinet in the living room and went back into the kitchen.About 2 minutes later Valerie and Michelle returned freshly showered and changed. 

"What should we do to him?" asked Valerie. 

 "I don't know but it should be somthing he'll never forget."Replied Michelle 

"We should get some pictures."said Valerie 

"We should strip him first!"Said Michelle and the 2 of them smiled down on me waiting for my reaction. 

"He Hem" coughed Michelles mom and the 2 of them turned to see her standing in the kitchen doorway."Will Valerie and the Prisoner be staying for diner?"she asked 

"UH yeah " Michelle answered blushing. As her mother went back into the kitchen she squated next to me. 

"You are sooo lucky she got home before we got a hold of you!" she wispered in my ear. They still got theircamera and took pictures but I got to keep my clothes on. 

 Michelles mom came in and sat next to us to watch tv while diner cooked. At first the girls were a litle uncofortable with her there but soon started having fun teasing and tickling me.I have no tolerance for being tickled and writhed around crazily trying to get away from them.They just laughed at me. Even Michelles mom was laughing at me.I almost regretted letting themtie me up at this point but then I remembered my master plan.If they could tie me up and embarrass me in front of strangers on the beach and then bring me home and hogtie me and torment me for so long then they couldn't complain when I got them back. Michelles mom got up a few times to check on diner.She made a big diner and it took a litle over an hour. Finaly she called us to the table and I was untied.my stomache was in knotts from being tickled so much for so long.After diner I was alowed t go home. I spent the next few days planning the best way to take advantage of my right to get them back for this. 

On Saturday Helga (14), Sabine (Helga’s twin sister, 14), Frank (16) and Marcus (11) would leave, so Friday was the last day we could play together. After the previous hot days, Friday turned out to be a very wet day. It had started raining during the night and when I woke up it was still raining. It wasn’t cold, the previous days the temperature had been up to 28 degrees Celsius, but even with the rain it was just above 20 degrees. It was expected to rain for most of the day and that’s why my parents decided not to go out. My sisters stayed in the cabin, the more reason for me to leave, so I decided to see if Marcus was around. I was dressed in my swimming trunks and a T-shirt. Just as I walked onto the porch, Helga walked out, followed by Sabine. Both were dressed in blue shorts and white T-shirts and sneakers. Sabine’s T-shirt was sleeveless. They were on their way to the play area near the pool. It consisted of nothing more then a couple supports with a roof on top of it, but at least it would keep us dry and there were some games. I decided to join them and we ran to the place, trying to stay dry, which didn’t work. Marcus was already there, so was Thomas (15), who’s parents were already packing up the car as they would leave today. We played some board games for a while, but got bored with them and it wasn’t for long or we were talking about the bondage contest of the previous day. After a while this turned into making plans for the last bondage of the holiday (at least for most of us, I would have another experience with Kim in the next week, but that is for later on these pages). We decided it would be fun to all get tied up as tight as possible as a sort of goodbye party, but Thomas couldn’t because he had to go away in two hours time. His parents already stayed two days longer then planned, mainly because their cottage wasn’t rented until the weekend and the weather had been so good. After some discussion it was decided that Sabine would be tied first, then I was to be bound, Helga would tie Marcus and then Thomas would tie Helga. He would stay until he had to go and then would untie one of us, who then could untie the rest. Now we needed a place to get tied up, because the play area was to open and we didn’t want everybody to see us. I suggested the old farmhouse were we had played before and everybody agreed. Marcus offered to get all the ropes and other stuff that was hidden underneath their cottage and so we ran to the old shed, while Marcus got the ropes. It wasn’t raining hard when we started of on our run towards the shed, but halfway it suddenly poured down and we all got very wet before reaching the shed. Marcus arrived a little later, also soaked, and dumped the wet ropes and other materials on the floor. “Okay Sabine, I will tie you.” Helga said. Sabine didn’t complain although she knew her twin sister would show no mercy at tying her tight. We sorted out the ropes and rags and I handed Helga a 2-meter piece of rope. She used this to tie twin-sisters hands palm to palm behind her back. Several knots were tied and the final knot was out of reach of Sabine’s fingers. From the expression on Sabine’s face I could see that Helga had indeed tied her tight. Helga had learned her lesson from the time Marcus and I had tied the twins up, because she picked up a rag and stuffed the cloth in Sabine’s mouth. Another piece of cloth was used to hold the mouth filling in. Sabine made some pleading sounds when Helga picked up a long rope and started on her elbows. While we were sorting out the ropes, Helga tied Sabine’s elbows tight together leaving no room between her elbows. I looked up when I heard Sabine make angry sounds at Helga. I noticed that Helga had wrapped the rope around Sabine’s upper body several times and she had knotted it of at the ropes around her elbows. Now Helga was tying another rope around her middle and there was little Sabine could do about it. When Helga was done, Sabine could not move her arms at all. Helga guided Sabine to the old bed frame and helped her sit down on it. Then she tied her legs at ankles and knees. I thought she would be done by now, but Helga had other plans. The bed frame consisted of crossing metal wires with a distance of 5 centimeter between them, forming little squares. One of the legs of the bed was bit shorter then the others, making the bed wiggle a bit. Sabine was forced face down on the bed frame and Helga used a long piece of rope to tie her to the frame. From below her neck to her ankles Sabine was fixed to the frame. No way she was getting out of that situation without some help. As a finishing touch Helga grabbed another piece of cloth and blindfolded Sabine. Satisfied Helga got up and turned towards me. “You’re next.” She grinned. I was wondering what she had in store for me and I didn’t have to wait to long, because she grabbed a piece of rope, ordered me to turn around and started tying my hands crossed behind my back. It was the same story as with Sabine. Once my hands were tied, I was gagged, before she proceeded to tying my arms to my upper body. Helga wrapped a long piece of cloth several times around my head and between my teeth, keeping me from closing my mouth. I was not completely silenced, but it was not possible to make intelligent conversation. Marcus helped me sit on the floor and then Helga tied my legs at knees and ankles. My T-shirt was still wet and felt cold against my skin. The wet ropes were also making things more difficult. Not only didn’t they feel nice; they were a lot harder to knot. I looked at Helga who was debating what to do and waited for things to come. Helga picked up another piece of rope, a short one, and came towards me. “Roll over.” She ordered me. I did and then the ropes around my ankles were tied to my wrists, in what I now know is called a hogtie. She pulled on them to get them closer together as I was trying to prevent her from making it tighter, in the end she won and my hands were only 10 centimeter from my feet. As I lay on the stone floor I could see that Helga was selecting some pieces of rope and I wondered what she was up to. She also selected three rags. To my surprise she handed the stuff to Marcus and Thomas and told them to tie her up first. Then after Helga was tied, Thomas could tie Marcus up. “This will give me less change of getting out.” She grinned. I thought that was a great idea. Thomas was not very experienced at doing the tying and Helga might have escaped easily from his handiwork. Now that Marcus could help him, she wouldn’t get out so easy. The boys outdid themselves with tying up Helga. They used the same method as Kim had done during the contest, but this time Thomas and Marcus used a lot more rope and even tied her thumbs together, something I would never had thought of. Her hands were tied in front, her elbows were tied together, also in front and touching, and then her knees and ankles were tied. The rope around her wrists was pulled towards the rope around her ankles and fixed with a long line. This piece of rope was long enough to wrap it all the way from her ankles to her knees and even some wraps around her upper legs and her upper body were possible, creating a tight package. Since Helga wasn’t gagged yet, she kept complaining to the boys that they were doing a lousy job, which resulted in more determination from them to make it tighter. She finally stopped talking when they started tying her thumbs with a small piece of string. Then it was too late anyway, because Marcus grabbed a piece of cloth and stuffed it in her mouth. It was rather a large piece, he had difficulties getting it in her mouth, but finally Thomas was able to wrap another piece around Helga’s head, covering the mouth stuffing. This gag really worked, as Helga was suddenly very quiet. To her own surprise the boys also blindfolded her, leaving her even more helpless. She struggled a bit, but gave up after a few minutes. In the meantime Thomas had tied the hands of Marcus behind his back and it wasn’t before long or he was also hogtied on the floor, almost identically tied as I was. Thomas was about to gag him when Marcus remarked that I wasn’t blindfolded yet. Thomas said he would take care of that later and gagged Marcus with the cloth. Then the blindfold followed after which Thomas came to me and also blindfolded me. We were truly helpless. It felt great. I could hear the gagged sound of the others and the squeaking of the bed where Sabine was tied on. At least we could still move a bit, she couldn’t move at all. I felt sorry for Sabine, since she was tied first and her sister had tied her very tight, even crushing her elbows together. That she was the only one who could do this was not really relevant, Helga didn’t have to tie them together, but she had done anyway. I think it was about 15 minutes later when we suddenly heard a car horn honk. We heard Thomas get up from where he was sitting and open the door from the shed. “Oeps.” He said. “I’ve got to go, my parents are leaving. I’ll tell somebody you’re here, so they can get you free. I don’t have time to untie anybody. Thanks guys for a great holiday.” With those words he left and closed the door behind him, leaving us four helpless behind. I did hear some gagged complaints, but it was of no use, since neither of us was in any position to do something about it. Sabine on the bed was located in the middle of the shed against the back wall. Helga was sitting in front of the bed, while Marcus was lying close to the door. I was lying near the left front windows, about two meters from Marcus and 3 meters from Helga. Judging by the sounds I heard, Helga had fallen over on her side. For about half an hour nothing much happened. I had tried to get a bit closer to Marcus, but not successfully. This had something to do with being tightly tied, a hogtie isn’t the easiest position to be in for movement, as well as the fact that the floor was full of old and broken pieces of furniture and other debree and I was blindfolded. It was a bit scary, lying there tightly bound and no one around whom could help if one of us got into any trouble, but we never thought about safety. That would come much later when we grew older. I know that at least I didn’t wait patiently for things to come. I did hear some grunts from the others, but neither of us was in any position to help the other. In my try to get closer to Marcus I bumped into an old chair and I used it to try to rub the blindfold off, which after some trying finally worked. At least I could see again. I noticed Helga indeed lying on her side, still blindfolded, gagged and bound as she had been by Thomas and Marcus. Sabine was still on her bed and Marcus had tried to get a bit closer to Helga, but the blindfold had let him go in the wrong direction. Suddenly we heard a tractor outside and even some voices. We made as much noise as possible, which wasn’t much, due to our gags. With the engine of the tractor running, nobody outside the shed heard us and since they didn’t know we were ion there, they never looked. As far as they knew the shed was empty. After some time the tractor disappeared and everything went quiet again. Frustrated Sabine grunted in her gag. It was quiet again for another 15 minutes in which I tried to get closer to Helga, when the door of the shed was opened and Frank entered. It took him a moment to understand what was going on here. Then he grinned. I suddenly had a feeling we wouldn’t be getting out yet and I was right. Frank noticed that I had undone my blindfold and retied it over my eyes. I protested loudly, but to no avail. The others just knew somebody had entered the shed. When they heard me complain they didn’t know what was going on and since they didn’t know who had entered the room they all got a bit scared. All four of us fought against our bonds, but we were tied to well. I could hear Frank move around, probably testing our bonds, and then we heard the door again and everything got quiet again. Outside we could hear the rain pour down. Luckily the roof of the shed was still in one piece, so at least we stayed dry. Several minutes later the door opened up again and somebody, now I also couldn’t see anymore, entered the shed again. I presumed (and was proven correct later) that it was Frank again. He had gone to the cottage, picked up something to eat and something to read and then returned to the shed. He sat down on the bed next to Sabine, scaring her almost to death, and started reading his book. For a long time, I lost track of time, all we heard was the turning of the pages of the book and the occasional grunt of one of the captives. I tried to move ahead towards Helga again, but when I was getting closer I felt myself being pulled back to where I just cam from, so I gave up and just waited for Frank to release us. After a while the ropes started to hurt a bit and much of the fun of being bound and gagged had disappeared. All I wanted was to get out. At some point the tractor returned near the shed and like the previous time, we were not detected. After it had been quiet for some time I heard Frank move around again and wondered what he was doing. I could here Sabine making sounds and I heard ropes being undone, but I had no idea what was happening. Then the door to the shed was opened and closed and everything was quiet again. I had a feeling Frank had left again. Sometime later the door opened again and somebody came in again. This time I heard Helga making noises and a little time later the door was opened and closed again. Another period of silence followed and somehow I got the feeling Helga and Sabine were no longer in the shed, because I didn’t hear the bed anymore and also Helga’s gagged complaints had stopped. After a while, it looked longer then the first time, the door opened up again and somebody entered the room. This time the person came towards me and undid the blindfold. As I expected it was Frank. He also undid the blindfold on Marcus, who in his attempts to get closer to Helga had almost reached one of the corners of the shed. Sabine and Helga were no longer in the shed. “Here’s the deal. You get one hour to free yourselves. Then you have to find Helga and Sabine, who I’ve hidden somewhere. If you don’t succeed you will spend the rest of the day like this.” Marcus and I looked at each other. Frank grinned and left the shed, closing the door behind him. I tried to tell Marcus to get to me, while I tried to come his way, but the gag made it nearly impossible to say anything he could understand. Luckily he had the same thought, so after 10 minutes of movement we were close together. I turned on my side, my hands in his direction and tried to tell him I would try to undo his gag. He didn’t understand at first, but after some more grunting he moved his head towards my hands and after a lot of fumbling I was able to undo his gag. We repeated the same action but this time he used his hands to undo my gag, but the knot was too tight and he couldn’t get it out. “Try to undo my hands. You’re much tighter tied then I am, the knots shouldn’t be too hard to get undone.” He told me. I grunted and positioned myself on my side again. This time I had to find the knots first, not being able to see where my hands were going dfidn’t make it easier. I think we spend 15 minutes like this before I finally got some slack in the ropes around his wrists. It turned out not to be the rope that tied his wrists together, but the rope that kept him in a hogtie. At least he could stretch his legs again. Now I could get at the knot from the ropes around his wrists and another 10 minutes later the knot was undone. It still took me another 10 minutes to get the rope loose far enough for him to undo his wrists. From that point on it wasn’t too difficult to get free and another 15 minutes later I was also untied. Marcus and my T-shirts were al dirty from the wet ropes and all the movement on the floor, but we didn’t really care. I opened the door and looked outside. Rain still poured down and judging by the pools around the sheds it had been raining all day, as forecasted. There was nobody around and Marcus and I had a talk about what to do next. We didn’t have any idea where the two girls were and knowing Frank, they were probably well tied and hidden. We decided on first looking for them around the shed. I remembered the first time Frank went out with Sabine, he didn’t stay away for very long, so she was probably around here somewhere. We split up and searched the sheds. Nothing. Then we decided to look at the surrounding area. In between some trees and bushes behind the largest shed we noticed something white and it turned out to be Sabine. Frank had not even retied her, he just had undone the rope which kept her to the bed and had tied her with the same rope to the tree. She stood with her belly to the tree, lashed to it with rope from her neck to her ankles. She was still gagged and blindfolded and, due to the rain, soaking wet. I undid the blindfold and two teary eyes looked at me from over the gag. While I undid her gag, Marcus started on the rope holding her to the tree. I told her what had happened, because she still had no idea who had tied her to the tree. I won’t repeat the names she called her brother, because the words she used are not suitable for print. Suffice to say she wasn’t happy. It took some effort to get her free. Her sister had tied an enormous amount of knots in the rope while tying her and the rain had made the rope wet, which made it more difficult to undo. Eventually Sabine was free. The ropemarks on her arms were clearly visible. She excused herself and ran to the cottage, mother nature called. Ten minutes later and dressed in a clean yellow T-shirt, she returned. In the mean time we had searched the rest of the place and were pretty sure Helga wasn’t around. So we decided to search at the cottages and garages. While Sabine checked out the holiday house, Marcus and I looked at the cottages. At last the rain had stopped, but we still hadn’t found Helga. Frank had also disappeared, so we couldn’t ask him were she was. Suddenly I noticed the plastic cover on the garden chairs move. That was a place we hadn’t looked yet and when we lifted the cover up, we found Helga. She was also still tied the way she had been in the shed and also the gag was still in place. Quickly Sabine undid her gag, while Marcus and I went to work on the ropes. At least she had been lying in a dry spot, so it was easier to undo the ropes. “I will kill that guy.” Helga said. At least she had seen who had taken her out of the shed, since her blindfold was removed. I had to calm her down a bit. “He, we wanted a special bondage day, well we got one.” The others had to agree. “It has been fun, although tough.” Sabine agreed. We went to the play area and talked for a while about the day. In the end we concluded that it had been fun and that it had been a great holiday. We also knew we would probably never see each other again, which made us a bit unhappy, but that was something we couldn’t do anything about. In total we had been bound and gagged that day for 4 hours from the beginning to the end. It had truly been a fun day. 

So much for 2 weeks of bondage fun with this German family. My last bondage experience that holiday will be published on these pages soon. Stay tuned…

I don't know if I can help you, but I'll tell you what I did. 

In middle school I used to tell everyone I had a foot fetish. Then it just spread. The reactions were varied. Some girls hid their feet from me, while others openly showed them to me, and a few eventually let me kiss their soles! I was sometimes teased about my fetish, generally not cruelly, however, but your experience might be different depending on the climate of your school system. It was really when I was in high school that everyone was far more accepting of me. 

As for the bondage fetish, I didn't talk about that nearly as much. I don't think it was a widely known fact throughout the school. Although I never had a girlfriend, I did manage to tie up a few girls; I did it by pulling out the "rope" I had in my schoolbag and asking to use it, or sometimes, I would start a talk or get involved in a talk about my foot fetish and ask other questions, like "have you been tied up before?" Then it sometimes moved on to me actually getting to do it. 

Yes, there were girls who thought I was "sick" or "perverted" and didn't want to do with me, and there were kids who teased me about my fetishes...and sometimes (rarely) when I walk home from college, someone I know from high school happens to be driving by in a car and says something derogatory about my fetish, but I am generally accepted, and I'm personally glad, overall, that I came out about my foot and bondage fetishes. 

Whether or not you want to admit it is up to you, but I'm just telling you my experiences for what they are worth. BTW, I'm 18 years old, male, and in my first year of college, and no-one in college knows about my fetishes, nor do I really feel like telling them. I consider this a "new life", and besides, when I held a summer job working at the local swimming pool, I got to have tons of fun with the female lifeguards feet (I even kissed one lifeguard's foot in front of some little kids who knew me, just to see their reaction)! Everyone who worked at the pool was very acceping of me! It was a fantastic time and I can't wait until next summer when I will have that same job again! 

I hope this helps.

 After a while we got bored of playing cards, so to make it more interesting I decided to see how he would like to include a forfeit of being tied up for the loser. I was glad when he agreed. 

 So, I got some ties and some tape from the house and sneaked back to the tent. After losing the best of three I realised it was me who was the first. I was nervous but looking forward to it. 

 I took my shirt off and lay down on my stomach while he tied my hands behind my back. Then he rolled me over and began to tape my legs together. Pretty soon I was incapacitated and feeling exposed. 

 I could sit up on my own but he made it hard for me by sitting on me. We still had a couple of ties left so he blindfolded me. I was completely in his charge, and he tickled me by poking me in the stomach. This I found unbearable at first(although somehow pleasant) and I couldn't help but giggle. He took the blindfold off and gagged me with it. He began poking me in the stomach again more slowly. He sat me up and sat behind me and put his finger into my tummy button,and began poking an squeezing me. I enjoyed this a lot,but then we stopped, as we were both tired, and went to sleep. 

 I enjoyed the feeling of being tied up, and regret that it hasn't happened again since. If anyone has any similar experiences leave your e-mail address and we can correspond.

Unfortunately this is also the last experience I can write on these pages, since my next experiences start at 19 (not counting the selfbondages I did, but those are not really interesting.) I will write some more about my ‘adult’ stuff on another page some other time, but for now it is back to just reading here… 

Thanks for reading my stories. It hope is was as much fun reading them as it was remembering and writing them.

 Thank you all very much for your continued support and friendship. Chatting with so many people from all over the world has greatly enrichened my life. 

 Most of you will by now know that I am moving on, at least temporarily for I have to go overseas to care for my (pregnant) fiancee, Gladys and to be there for the birth of my son/daughter. 

 I will be leaving this Sunday night (Aussie time) for the Philippines and I do not expect to return for at least 9 months, possibly as long as a year. Unfortunately I will not have any kind of regular access to a computer, never mind the Internet where I am going because she lives in a fairly remote country region of that country. (Central Luzon) I HOPE I can find a place nearby where I can send and receive e-mail on some kind of regular basis but I am not optimistic. 

 Anyway, I would like to take the opportunity to say goodbye to everyone whom I have met over time here. My last chat will be on this Thursday (UK time - thats Friday morning for me) 

 It should begin approximately 11pm GMT (Greenwich Mean Time) which equates to around 8am on the Eastern Coast of Australia, 6pm in New York and 3pm in Los Angeles or thereabouts. 

 Hope to see you all there! (ropes and gags optional) 

 Sadly, I never got to tie up an "adult" of any description as a kid. Oh well....

I've been looking over this site for a few weeks now and I want you all to know that I relly enjoy the stories I have read. Most of them are terrific, and I must say that (to use a well-worn phrase) I never knew that other people who enjoy a good tie-up game like me ever existed until now. 

I have several tie-up stories involving my cousins Karen, Crissy, and Sharen that I am in the process of writing for future posting to this site. I am looking forward to sharing them all with you, the people who know how to relly have fun! 

Kevin J

I guess the thrill of a good tie-up game got started for me, Kevin J, back when I was seven or eight. 

My favorite prime time shows back then were SWAT, Starsky and Hutch, Police Story, Barnaby Jones, Hawaii Five-O, Charlie's Angels, and the like. (Tells my age doesn't it?) Anybody who has seen these classics already knows that many of the episodes featured the customary bad-guy-tying-up-the-victim scenes. They usually followed the same formula with the victim getting rescued at the end, but I personally thought the whole story matter was cool. Those scenes built tension and added a flair of excitement to them. We saw the bad guys being bad and the good guys being their best. 

But the thing I remember the most to those scenes was the inventive variety that the dastardly ones exacted over their prisoners. If they weren't bound hand and foot and left writhing on the floor, they were tied to posts, chairs, beds, ceilings, you name it. They used rope, chains, handcuffs, tape, belts, telephone wire, and so on (I even remember a scene where one was tied using panty hose.) The variety of ways they used to stifle their speech or hamper their sight was not to be outdone either. 

My little brother Matt, who was five or six at the time, saw them with me as did my neighborhood pals and my cousins. We saw these shows as entertainment, and nothing more; to my knowledge, none of us grew up maladjusted or became perverts because we liked to play Cops-and-Robbers or Cowboys-and-Indians as children. There was no sexual innuendo to our play. Heck, at that age, we all probably thought that babies came from the hospital gift shop! It was just good, clean, honest fun. 

Having a large family like ours provided Matt and myself with an abundance of people to play with. Between my father's and my mother's side we had 13 (yes, 13) aunts and uncles, most of which had children around our age. Add to that five sets of second cousins with their children and one should see the picture. Needless to say, Thanksgivings continue to be quite interesting every year. 

 NEXT TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Pt. 1 

THIS TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Pt. 1 

The most memorable tie-up games we ever played were with our cousins Karen, Chrissy, Sharen, and Ronald. Karen, who was Matt's age, and Chrissy, who was a year younger, were sisters from my father's side of the family. They lived next door to grandmother which was almost two hours away. We didn't get to see them often, but when we did we made the most of it. Sharen and her brother Ronald did not live as far away as the other two; we tended to see them a lot. They were from my mother's side of the family and were the same ages respectively as Karen and Chrissy. They were all fun to play with, were terrific sports at the game (as were we when it was our turn) and became equally as skilled in it. 

At our young ages, the games were played with child-like simplicity. In the case of Karen and Chrissy, we played Cowboys-and-Indians outdoors under the shade of several mimosa trees whenever we visited and patterned after the movies of the time (a.k.a. "me kidnap paleface squaw.") 

Matt and myself on such an occasion one warm day, armed with tree-branch tomahawks and sections of cotton cord, stormed the settler's jungle-gym camp, where we found our hapless prey. Under the threat of being "indian-tortured" (we found out a long time ago that they were extremely ticklish), they surrendered to their fate. Dutifully turning their backs to us, they bring their hands behind, allowing us to subdue them. 

Matt usually tied Karen, so that left Chrissy to me. I cross her hands behind her and select a three-foot section. I loop her wrists horizontally twice, then cinch it firmly, but gently, ever careful not to make it too constricting. Mindful of the times my mother warned us not to "cut off the circulation," I ask her, "Is it too tight?" 

Chrissy shakes her head. "No, I;m okay." With that bit of help, I continue binding my captive. Having ample amount of cord left, I loop her wrists vertically twice over the horizontal ones, then tie it off with a simple knot. I leave her feet free so she can walk, but I sit my prisoner down to help my brother Matt with Karen; he's not as good with knots as I am. 

But he had done an admirable job on her this time, so I leave his job alone. After threatening Karen with "indian-torture" if she ran, Matt helps me help Chrissy to her feet and we prod our two captives to our camp several trees away. 

NEXT TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Pt. 2 

THIS TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Pt. 2 

Matt and myself arrive at our tree- covered village with our bound captives (Karen and Chrissy) when we ran into a problem: what do we do with them? Most captive palefaces on TV were tied to a post, but there was not any provided for us. Then Karen says, "What about those?" and nods toward a group of pear trees. As Chrissy shoots her sister a dirty look, my brother and I consider this possibility. The branches started a little higher than we were tall and the trunk was smooth and about the diameter of a fence post. Perfect! 

We escort our helpful captives to the pear trees, then turn them around to undo their bonds. We then back them up to separate trunks, bringing their wrists around, and redo their bonds. Matt and myself then step back to inspect our work as the two girls giggle and test their bonds. 

They struggled a little and the rope seemed to hold, but something still seemed to be missing from the picture. Matt started teasing them as I examined our stash of rope. I look back at the three again when the inspiration hit me. Matt had walked between them and Chrissy pivoted on her trunk to face him--they still could move!! 

This simply would not do. I gather two fairly long sections of rope and approach then saying, "Matt, we didn't tie 'em good enough." The girls' eyes nearly saucer out. They squeal and giggle as Matt takes one section of rope smiling. And so we start back to work on them; Matt takes Karen, and I get Chrissy again... 

NEXT TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Pt.3 

THIS TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Pt.3 

I had a fairly long section to work with here, so I started at Chrissy's ankles. I bring them together and wind one end of the rope around them twice before tying them in a simple knot. Then I gather the rest of the rope and begin to circle the tree with it. With each pass I made, the rope wrapped Chrissy to the tree that much tighter and higher: her calves, knees, thighs, waist. I pause for a moment to position her arms against the tree to include them in the wrap when I see that I am running short on rope. I wrap her arms to the tree, bring the rope across her chest and back twice then tie it off. 

I step back and smiled, proud of my handiwork; I then glance at Matt to consider his. He chose to wrap Karen in a fashion similar to the way I had done Chrissy. But he had chosen to start it at her waist, leaving Karen's feet undone. I help him finish his job, then I return to the stash and collect a short section of cord. I bring Karen's ankles together and bind them the way I had done her sister. "Always tie the feet so they can't kick us." I say to my brother. 

We both step back to inspect again, this time we were satisfied with the results. To make things interesting, we say menacingly, "If you don't get loose soon, you know what you'll get." They giggle and squirm some more as we stroll back to our camp. 

Several minutes pass, but (to our surprise) Karen and Chrissy still have not freed themselves. I say to Matt loud enough for the girls to hear, "Looks like they need some torture." We then turn to them with devilish grins. Karen and Chrissy shriek and squirm more frantically than ever... 

NEXT TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Conclusion

THIS TIME: Cowboys and Indians, Conclusion 

Keeping the same devilish grins, Matt and myself stand up and slowly walk towards our victims. Helpless against their bonds, the girls desperately pelt us with, "No! Don't you dare! I mean it! Please!!" 

It does not even faze us. 

I start at Chrissy's ribs; laughing hysterically, she jerks in her bonds as if I was electrocuting her. After a bit, I pause to let her catch her breath and I see Matt administering his captive's ticklish torture under her armpits with a big grin on his face. We tickle the girls some more and we stop, but not after a renewed threat of worse treatment if they did not free themselves. They were too winded to protest, as I remember. 

A few minutes pass, and they still have not escaped. We approach them again, but this time they admit defeat by saying in the most pitiful voices, "Please don't tickle us again. We can't get out. You win." 

An unspoken, unwritten rule of sorts had developed a long time ago for all involved that the game had to end or be suspended temporarily once that type of plea was made, a kind of resigned 'uncle' plea. Having got the message, we started to untie them and soon the play- friendly atmosphere returned. Soon they were giggling and even flattering us for our skill; as I said, they were good sports. 

Having been completely untied, the roles became reversed; soon, they would be the indians and we the captives. (Let's hear it for women's lib!) I distinctly recall Chrissy saying to me in a sinister tinge, "Now I get to do it!" (Yikes!) 

We start to begin play, when we all hear a faint voice coming from our grandmother's front door, "Kids! Lunchtime!" It was noon, and our parents were due to pick us up at one o'clock. 

Laughing at this turn of events, Matt and myself skip jubilantly to the front door as Karen and Chrissy trudge their way there, wailing, "No fair!" 

But there is always the next visit... 

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And Canuck, the new search engine works excellently! Te summaries are very helpful, and it is easy to find exactly what I'm looking for! Great job! 

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 Of course, they dug it deeper than I had planned, but four boys work fast. They asked me to try it out. I lay in it, and it actually felt cozy. My head and feet were propped up at either end, well protected from the wind. Just as I relaxed and put my sunglasses on, they collectively pushed all the sand back in the hole within seconds. There was no way to react fast enough. “Oh, very mature,” I barked at them as they continued to pile a mountain of sand on top of me, so only my head and feet were sticking out. They did the mandatory “Create a New Body for Bunny” contest, which was a fat sand woman with huge breasts made out of the sand pile. At least they were sports about it, and would feed me on demand with soda and chips. Passerbys were very amused by all this. Then one perv guy said the thing I’d been dreading. “Hey, is she ticklish?” 

 Well, that’s all those idiots needed. My feet were fair game to them, and they had a blast. All icould do was twist me feet a few inches, in futile efforts to avoid their fingertips. I laughed and begged till I had tears rolling down my face. This went on for several minutes at least (seemed like hours). Then my brother Mark noticed the life guard kept looking our way as I shrieked for help. “Guys, we gotta stop this, she’s getting too loud.” Chris was disappointed. He smiled devilishly at me. “Anything we can gag her with?” I thought there was no way, even they wouldn’t push it that far. My other brother, Dan, and Gene were standing behind me whispering, and I couldn’t see or hear them from my angle. Then Gene knelt down and held my nose. When I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, Dan stuck Dad’s snorkel on my mouth, and strapped it and the diving mask to my face. I found out quickly that Dad’s mouth was much bigger than mine, and with no hands free or leverage, there was no way to remove it. I complained, but the words came our ridiculously through the tube, and they laughed hysterically. When they resumed tickling me, my laughter made this weird hooting noise that amused them to no end. 

 It was at least an hour before Mark spotted my parents returning on the beach. He removed the snorkel gear from my face (knowing he was pushing his luck) but left me buried as a trophy for my parents to see. Supportive as they are, they found my predicament entertaining, but Dad (bless his heart) ordered my immediate release. I think that was the last time my brothers captured me, but that summer I met a new group of boys that provided a few more similar adventures. 

 Hope you liked it. I had a blast recalling it! 

 And as usual, great stories everyone!

I just wanted to comment on a few stories! Bunny: great story! It was hoot! (haha) Seth: dynamite! Tell us some more, both of you! 

Keep an eye on the postings for another one of mine called "Ronald Ticks Us Off." 

Until then!

 I could not move much, just turn my head around, flex my fingers or wiggle my toes. I was at that moment as helpless as any prisoner could be, because I was tied to a tree. It was a fairly thick pine, and I stood with my hands tied behind the trunk of the tree. The bark of the trunk pressed into my back in an uncomfortable way, as I was only dressed in a pair of jeans. My captors had used a thick hemp-rope to tie my hands, three loops around each wrist and then connected the wrists in a criss-cross fashion and cinched it off. No way of getting out of that! My arms and upper body were encircled with loop after loop of the same rope, neatly knotted off every fifth loop. 

 More rope was tied around my legs and my bare feet were tightly tied and fastened to the trunk. They had even used a string to tie my big-toes together. I had a big rag stuffed in my mouth and was cleave-gagged with a strip of cloth. Judging by the movement of the sun, I had spent the last whole hour this way. 

 We were playing a kidnap-game we called "War of the Roses", where two of us were the chased ones, and the two others the hunters. Sarah and I were the chased ones, and we had a treasure that we had hidden in the forest. The idea of the game was that Joe and Jenny would catch us and "force" us to tell where the treasure was hidden. 

 Now I heard some sounds. It was either Sarah coming to rescue me, or Jenny and Joe bringing Sarah to the camp as prisoner. Unfortunately for me, it was the second. Joe and Jenny came along the narrow path, tugging on a rope tied around Sarah’s waist. She was a cute girl of fourteen, with reddish-brown hair, as usual in braids. She had a freckled button-nose and wore Levi’s jeans and a short tank-top. She was barefoot as I was. Sarah’s hands were tied behind her and she was blindfolded. It’s easy to understand that walking barefoot with your hands tied and blindfolded at the same time wasn’t easy. Sarah was always barefoot, so her soles were hard and she could manage it well, but every now and then she stepped on a sharp twig or pine-needle, and cursed her captors in an angry voice. 

 As Jenny and Joe entered the clearing with their prisoner I closely watched their every move. They stopped Sarah just by another pine-tree, about five feet from where I was tied. Her blindfold was taken off, and her hands untied. As she saw me tied to the tree, she sighed and understood that we were totally at the mercy of our captors. Jenny tied Sarah’s hands behind the trunk, and Sarah loudly complained that her sister made the rope too tight. Jenny just laughed at this remark. After a short while Sarah was neatly encircled with thick, harsh ropes that made her unable to move. When Jenny finally produced a thin string and started to tie Sarah’s big-toes together, the younger sister giggled helplessly. Sarah was extremely ticklish and Jenny knew this. Joe had completed a gag out of two strips of cloth and happily showed one of them into Sarah's mouth, tying the other between her lips. 

 Jenny walked over to me with a mischievous smile on her pretty face. Sarah’s older sister by one year was more a classic beauty than cute with long, fair hair, today in a loose pony-tail. Barefoot and dressed in black sweatpants and a T-shirt she was as lovely as ever. The problem was that today she was my enemy and under the rules of our game, her mission was to force me to give her the information she wanted. Jenny had long fingernails and gently she draw them over the skin of my stomach, just above the waistline of my jeans. This tickled as hell, and I let out a grunt through my gag. Jenny liked the reaction and continued stroking and scratching my skin, ever so lightly. She poked me in my bellybutton and tickled me just under my arms. This was sheer torture, but she wouldn’t get any information as long as I was gagged. 

 Joe came up to me and started to undo the ropes that tied me to the tree. Jenny took off the gag and used the cloth-strip to blindfold me with. Joe had carried a thick wooden plank out from the cabin and placed it between two logs. I was tied on my back to the plank and neatly secured. Now they started to ask questions. As I refused to answer they tickled my feet until I nearly cried. Jenny raked her fingernails up and down my soles and Joe tickled my stomach. When I couldn’t stand it anymore I told them where my part of the treasure was. Just to be extra mean they tickled me some more and then undid the ropes. I had my hands tied behind me again and my feet tied together and sat on the ground, looking at them doing the same to Sarah. Sarah screamed, giggled and laughed hysterically as Jenny tickled her little sister’s bare feet. She had tied Sarah’s toes together and forced them back using a rope attached to the rope binding Sarah’s knees. This made Sarah’s feet totally vulnerable to Jenny’s fingernails as they poked and tickled under Sarah’s toes. Of course Sarah told her secret as well. 

 We were left on the floor of the cabin, both hog-tied and gagged, as Joe and Jenny went to retrieve the treasure. We had our hands tightly bound and our feet were tied with the ankles crossed. Sarah was much more flexible than me, and her heels were just a few inches from her fingers, but her arms wer secured by a rope around her waist, and she couldn't reach the knots. My hog-tie rope was looser, but made me helpless anyway. After about an hour they returned and released us, but first they tickled us some more for fun. Just another day in the woods!