My name is Mike, my first tie-up experience happened when I was about 12 (1984) I hung out with my friend John. John lived a few houses down the street from me, we had been friends for a few years. John's older sister Steph was about 15. Steph was very good looking, and I kind of had a crush on her ever since I hit the age were girls were more than just annoying. Anyway, one day in the summer, I went over to Johns to hang out. John's mother was about to leave to go see her aunt. She told us, she had told Steph and her friend Jenny to keep an eye on us and there was some lunch in the frige for us. I thought Jenny was just as good looking as Steph, they were best friends just like me and John. After their mom had left, me and John sat down to watch tv, and we noticed Steph and Jenny we going outside. Being bored as we were. we decided to go and snoop on what they were doing. We went out back and didn't notice them anywhere, john's house had a garage seperated from the house, that sat back about 50 feet from the street, more or less in the back yard. 
 

"Where do you think they went?" I asked John 
 

"I don't know, lets look in the garage." John replied as we headed into the garage. 
 

We didn't see them inside, but out of one of the 2 back windows of the garage facing somes woods, I noticed a puff of smoke raising. I motioned to John and we walked over to the window and saw that Steph and Jenny were smoking behind the garage. Both of John's parents smoked, but with Steph only being 15, smoking is something her parents would not approve of. 
 

"This is cool!" John wispered 

"What do you mean?" I questioned 

"I can threaten to tell my parents and Steph will have to do whatever I say" 
 

Just as he finished his sentance, Jenny looked back and saw us, both her and Steph ran around and came inside the garage, John wasn't scared, even though Steph was only 3 years older, at that time she was bigger and stronger than John. 
 

"You little brats! What do you think you were doing Spying on us like that?" Steph yelled. 

"I'm gonna tell mom and dad!" John yelled back 

 "If you do you'll be sorry ! 

 I just stood there and watched them yell back and forth like brothers and sister do, and I looked at Jenny and she was giving me an evil stare. I decided to keep my mouth shut. Just then John turned to walk away and Steph grabbed hold of him. 
 

"let me go!" John yelled, "not till you learned your lesson about spying on people" Steph said as she wrestled him to the ground. This garage was used mainly as a storage area, Steph told Jenny to go over to a shelf and get some rope. Jenny first told me not to move then retrived the rope. Steph was already on top on John and was holding his wrists behind his back, she took a shrand of rope and looped it around his crossed wrists several times. The rope was long enough to loop over the knots cinching the ropes around his wrists. She knotted it off and I knew he wouldn't be moving. I couldn't beleive what I was seeing, my best friend being tied up by his sister. 
 

"let me go!" John yelled 

"Not untill you've learned you lesson!" Steph said as she reached for another strand of rope. She then instructed Jenny to make sure I stayed put, so Jenny came over and grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. I wasn't sure if I could have pushed away and ran, but I was excited about what was happening, so I didn't even try. Steph wrapped the rope around Johns ankles pretty much the same way she ties his wrists. A third strand went around his knees. 
 

"You are going to learn you shoudn't spy on people, or threaten me, I am you older sister, and I will always be in charge!" 
 

John kept screaming to be let go, and Steph said she had enough and walked over to a work bench on the other side of the garage. There, she picked up a roll of ducktape, she ripped off a few strnds and gagged her brother with them. 
 

"MMmmmmffffffff" was all that was coming out. "You are gonna stay like this until I decide you have learned you lesson" Steph said as she then looked over to me. 

"And you!" She said as we walked over to us. "what have you got to say for your behavior? 
 

"I wont say a word, I won't tell your parents you were smoking honest" 

 "You had better not, but you were spying on us as well, I think you need a lesson too, maybe the same as your friend here." 

I had no idea what to say, the thought of being tied up by steph was both horrifying and exciting. 

 "Lets tie him up too Steph, he needs to be taught a good lesson." Jenny said. Steph then grabbed a strand of rope and tied my wrists that Jenny was holding together. I knew I would not be able to get them loose. She picked up the roll of tape and gagged me with several strands of tape. They eased me down on the floor (thank god cause it could have been painful if they dropped me) and then they both tied my ankles and knees together, the same as John. Me and John both looked at eachother wondering how we would get out of this. 
 

"well, " Steph said to Jenny, "a half hour or so ought to do it, let go outside and have a cigarette!" 

"Sounds like a plan, these two little spies will think twice before spying on us and threatening us" 
 

"MMMMFFFFFMMMFFFFFFFGGGGGGGGGG" was all that came out of me and John through our gags. We trying rolling around on the ground to see if we could get loose. We couldn't, we were new at this, so we didn't think of trying to untie eachother. After about what I assume was a half hour, the girls came back in to untie us, but only after making us understand if we tell her parents, or spy on them again, they would "PUNISH" us. We agreed and were freed. Steph told us to clean up the ropes and get inside for lunch. We did as we were told. 
 

As fearful as that could have been, I really enjoyed it. I found out that this incident wasn't to be the last of bondage experience that summer. If you want to hear more, let me know. 
 

This was my first time writing to this site, and comment would be appriciated. mike

On the Friday of my second week, I had braced myself for a major tie up game that Karen had wanted to play on that very day. I found this out through Donna, who told me about Karen's plans earlier that week. 

However, I was surprised to discover that my cousins were all going over to Becca's house to swim in her pool, and Karen was nowhere to be seen. When Donna invited me to come with them, I reluctantly agreed. My cousins, who were already dressed in their bathing suits, left ahead of me. After I got changed, I went over to Becca's shirtless and barefoot, clad only in a swimsuit with a towel slung over my shoulders. 

Once I arrived at Becca's, I found everybody was already splashing around in the pool. But before I could join them, Becca stepped out of the pool and called out to me as she dried herself off with a towel. When I walked over to her, she plucked the towel from my shoulders and placed it on the picnic table. Then she firmly grabbed my arm and said, "Doug, c'mon! There's something I wanna show you!" She said this in a way too overly innocent manner that immediately put me on guard. 

I was led inside the house, and downstairs to the storage room at the far end of the cellar. I noticed that a hardback chair with no arms was placed in the center of the storage room, and there was about several miles of rope laying on top of the cushion. I glanced at Becca, who smiled at me in that special, gleefully crazed way that only she could. I knew then I was in big trouble. 

When I heard giggling behind me, I turned and saw Donna, Shirley, George and Jim all standing there, clad in their wet bathing suits with their hair slicked back from being in the water. 

Before I could even react, I was tackled to the floor by Becca, Donna, and Shirley who all squealed and giggled in my ears like a pack of rabid chipmunks. They forced me to sit down in the chair--well, since I wasn't putting up much of a fight, anyway, it wasn't exactly a knock-down, drag-out battle for for them to make me sit down. 

Once I was seated, Donna pulled my hands behind the chair's back and held them there so Shirley could bind my wrists together with the rope. Becca pulled off a strip of tape and gagged me with it. Donna tied a rope around my torso, securing me to the back of the chair, while Becca bent down in front of me and bound my ankles together. At first, Shirley wanted to do this, but was chased away by Becca when she made these funny growling noises at her. 

As I was being tied to the chair, I saw George, who was so caught up in the excitement of the moment that he jumped around and waved his arms wildly, as if waving in a fighter for a landing aboard an aircraft carrier. His antics eventually made Jim take notice, and he crept up from behind him and tickled George's sides. This made George wrap his arms tightly around his bare torso, as he glared angrily at Jim. 

I was finally securely tied to the chair, with my legs bound together at the ankles and knees. Becca made a big deal of double-checking all of my knots, but when she bent down before me to check the rope that bound my knees, Becca abruptly reached up and tickled my bare sides. 

I tried to be stoic, and pretend that it didn't affect me, but I soon lost my battle and melted into a writhing mass of muffled giggles. I was laughing so hard that, before long, tears streamed down my cheeks. 

It took both Donna and Jim to finally pull Becca off of me. But even as she was being dragged away from me, Becca kept trying to give me one last tickle on my legs, and my feet. "Enough, Becca," Donna said with annoyance. "Becca, c'mon! All right, stop! That's it! Becca!" 

Jim finally made his older sister stop by reaching down and tickling her exposed side. This snapped Becca to attention with an indignant "Hey!" 

She waved her finger in Jim's face, as if to say, "Don't ever do that again." Jim just mimicked her by waving his finger back in her face. 

Shirley and George both stared at me with legitimate concern. I half sat-half hung from the chair in a daze, taking huge gasps of air through my nose. If it weren't for the rope that bound me to the chair, I would have fallen to the floor a long time ago. 

I was left alone in the storage room with the lights turned off. I let out a muffled grunt under my tape gag as I tested my bonds. As you might guess, I was loving every second of this. In my unruly imagination, I pretended that I was Jonny Quest (of course!) who had been captured by a bunch of surly aquatic crooks while searching through their beach side hideout. My only regret was that Karen wasn't around; I remember wondering how Karen would feel when she found out that Becca and the gang basically stole her tie up game right from under her. 

I heard the door click behind me, as if somebody had twisted the knob on the other side. When I craned my head to peer over my bare shoulder, I saw only the door opening slowly. I braced myself, expecting Becca, who was no doubt returning to tickle torture me once more. 

But instead of Becca, I was surprised to see Karen! 

Barefoot, and clad in a two piece bathing suit, Karen warily entered the storeroom as if she were about to step through the gates of hell itself. Her black hair was still dry and pulled back into a braid. She delibrately glanced all around the storage room until she spotted me, then she recoiled in horror with this charming melodramatic gasp. She ran over and quickly started untying me. 

I realized right there and then that I had been playing Karen's tie up game all along. She had set it up with the others so that I would be tied up and left for her to find in what was sort of her favorite "Nancy Drew" fantasy. And just because she untied me didn't mean the game was over--not by a long shot! 

"Are you all right?" Karen whispered into my ear as she removed my gag. "Did they hurt you?" She did a double take when she stared at my face. "Are you crying? What the hell did Becca do to you?!" 

"No, no, I'm fine," I assured her. I told her that I had been tickle-tortured. Then, slipping back into JQ mode, I added, "We'd better get out of here before they find out I'm gone!" 

When I stood up from the chair, Karen grabbed my hand and held it firmly in hers. I glanced at her, and she gave me a sheepish little shrug, as if to say, "Do you mind?" 

I couldn't help but return her fetching smile. "C'mon, let's get out of here," I whispered to her, knowing full well that there was still more captivty in store for us. 

We didn't even get as far as the door when Becca leapt out in front of us with a grandious "Ah-ha!" 

Barefoot, and also clad in a two piece bathing suit, Becca's long blond hair was wet and plastered back against her head from having been swimming. Once I saw her like this, the idea formed in my mind that Karen and I were up against a race of water-breathers from the lost continent of Atlantis (yes, I know; I had a vivid imagination). 

Her brother Jim and my cousins Donna and Shirley all appeared around Becca, and they "attacked" Karen and I. Becca and Jim grabbed Karen, while Donna and Shirley grabbed me. We were dragged into the rec room, where Becca had unfolded the sofa bed. 

I saw that Becca had already secured strands of rope to the framework on the opposite ends of the bed. Karen and I were made to lie down on our backs, where our wrists were tied together in front of us. Then our bound hands were pulled up over our heads and secured to the bed's framework via the strand of rope which had already been pre-tied. My ankles were tied together, then secured to the opposite end of the bed, as were Karen's. Shirley was given the task of gagging us with tape. 

Karen and I squirmed and writhed as Becca hovered over us with an evil smile and wiggling fingers. Her hands made tickling motions just inches above our bodies. Both of our bound barefeet were facing Becca, and she took great delight in tickling them. The problem was, Becca was so busy tickle-torturing us that she never saw what was coming. 

Jim and Donna, who grown a little tired of Becca and her tickle fetish, both teamed up and tackled her from behind. Becca let out this surprised "Urk!" sound as she landed face-down on the mattress next to me. Then Becca cut loose with a string of obscenities as Jim bound her wrists together behind her back, while Donna tied her ankles together. 

"I swear to God, I will get you all," Becca swore--just before Shirley happily gagged her with tape. Becca then let out an angry grunt under her gag as Jim decided to hog-tie his sister's wrists to her ankles. 

Becca rolled her eyes in exasperation as Donna, Shirley and Jim tickled her every which way that could. At one point she glanced right at me with this wide-eyed, thousand-yard stare that was so creepy, that it made me very happy that Becca was securely tied up. 

Karen and I were then tickle-tortured by captors for good measure. Shirley stood right over our bound bodies and tickled both of our writhing bellies at the same time. Jim continued to torment his bound sister by tickling the soles of her barefeet, which, thanks to the hogtie, were pulled up in the air, as if ready made for tickling. 

Donna finally gave us a break by calling off the tickle hounds. I was left alone in the rec room with Karen lying stretched out next to me, and a hogtied Becca straining and grunting against her bonds on my other side. 

I rejoiced in the despite from tickling by simply laying my head back against the mattress and taking a deep breath through my nose. I glanced over and noticed Karen was staring at me. I gave her a wink, and she winked back. Becca was completely oblivious of us as she contied to writh and squirm around on the bed as best she could with her limbs hogtied behind her back. 

Karen took notice of Becca's ongoing struggles, and she promptly started wiggling and straining against her own bonds. Karen let out a series of muffled grunts and groans under her gag that sounded so sincere, I gave her a double take just to make sure she wasn't really in a blind panic to escape. I've mentioned before about how Karen could really get into her role as a bound damsel, and this moment was no exception. 

I looked up and saw George standing by the doorway, staring at us with those wide eyes of his. Karen saw him, too, and stopped struggling long enough to let out this little whimper under her gag. She gave me this fearful gaze, then whimpered again, as if to say, "What will he DO with us?" 

I got caught up in the moment and whimpered back at her as I shook my head in mock horror. I glanced at Becca--then burst out in laughter under my gag. 

Becca stopped struggling against her bonds long enough to frown over her gag at Karen and me, as if we had both gone certifiably crazy. She shook her head, then bumped her forehead gently against the mattress, in frustration. 

George got onto the mattress and knelt down between Karen and me. He started pulling the ropes that bound my wrists loose. Once my wrists were free of the mattress, he got up and slipped quietly out of the rec room. 

My wrists were still tied together, but being they were bound in front of me, that wasn't a problem. I rolled over and freed Karen's wrists from the bedframe. Although Karen's wrists were no longer tied to the bed, they were still tied together, like mine were. Karen and I engaged in a little bit of silliness as we both tried to untie each other's wrists at the same time. She would slap my hands away and try to reach the bonds on my wrists, until I would do the same to her. We started giggling under our gags--which we never bothered to remove--as our efforts to free the other quickly degenerated into a tickling match. I tried to tickle her bare stomach while she blocked me, and vice versa. 

It came to an abrupt end when Becca (remember Becca?) started ranting and raving under her gag as she wildly thrashed her bound body about on the matress. I quickly undid her hogtie, which instantly quieted Becca down. Although she was still bound hand and foot, at least Becca's body wasn't pulled back in the painful arch the hogtie had her in. 

I went to untie Becca's wrists when Karen reach over with her still tied hands and tickled me in the side. I sharply flinched, and grabbed Karen's hands with my own, and our weird little wrestling match was on once more. 

Becca twisted her body around and managed to sit up with her back facing me. While I fought off Karen's attack, I was shocked to see that Becca was now trying to join in! Her hands were tied behind her back, and she reached out awkwardly to tickle me. I launched a pre-emptive strike by tickling Becca's bare back. But when I turned to deal with Becca, Karen started tickling me all over my toso. 

I stopped suddenly and stared at the doorway. Donna, Shirley, Jim and George all stood there, staring wide-eyed at us. Karen and I both waved at them with our bound hands. Becca was still trying to tickle me with her hands tied behind her back. 

Donna came over and untied Becca's hands. But, just when I thought this was all over, Becca pulled off her gag and told Donna to retie her hands together in front of her like Karen and mine were! Once Donna did this, Becca turned to tickle me, until Donna stopped her. 

"Your feet aren't tied down like theirs are," Donna explained, as she secured Becca's already bound ankles to the bed frame. As soon as this was done, she said, "Ok, Go!" 

Becca and Karen both turned and tickled me at the same time, and I was hard pressed to stop them. With my feet tied down to the bed, I couldn't move away, and having my hands tied together meant I could only return a tickle attack to one person at a time. Luckily, both Karen and Becca were at this same disadvantage. 

Our newly created game of bondage tickle wrestling ran on for a while longer, until Becca, Karen and I started to run out of steam. We laid back in a happy, if exhausted, heap. Donna bent over us and asked, "So, who won?" 

"I did," Becca said, as she sat up and untied her ankles. 

"It was a draw," I told her, after I finally removed the tape gag from my mouth. I glanced over at Karen, who lay staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. 

Becca's mother was home, and was calling us to a dinner of cold cut sandwhiches upstairs. Jim, Shirley and George had already gone up while Becca, who had freed her legs, waited for Donna to untie her wrists. I bent over and began to untie my ankles. 

By the time my feet were free, Becca and Donna had already went upstairs. I turned to face Karen just as she attacked me again! She had pulled off her gag, and was now trying to bite me in the neck like a vampire. I grabbed her tied hands and pinned her back down against the bed at her wrists. Her feet were still bound to the bed, so it was easy for me to keep her pinned down with only one hand. 

I had to admit, while I was baffled at Karen's giddy behavior, I was also fascinated by it. She started writhing and squirming as she struggled to get free of my grip. When I asked if she was going to behave herself, Karen stuck her head as far forward as it would go and made biting gestures at me with her mouth. 

We were both startled when a stern voice said, "Excuse me." 

Donna stood at the doorway with her hands on her hips in a perfect imatation of my Aunt Jean whenever she was angry. "Becca's mom is wondering where you two are. Are you planning on joining us anytime soon?" 

That did it. We were finally done. I untied Karen's feet while Donna untied her wrists. As we went up the steps in single file, I was the last one up with Karen ahead of me. Karen was halfway up the steps when she abruptly turned around and made one last biting motion in my face. She even threw in a little snarl. Then she turned and continued up the stairs as if nothing ever happened. 

More stuff happened later that day and well into the night at Becca's house. The conclusion is next. As always, thanks for reading. 

 G--- was wearing jeans, hose and the cute saddle oxfords.Not the clunky kind.She sat down and I told her to put her feet togather. She said "Are you going to tie me up?" There was no hint of disscust or fear, just matter of factly. I told her just her feet so she wouldn't get in my way. She dutifully let me raise her jeans over her ankles and I tied them togather. It was a really cool experiance for me. After I found everything (about 20 minutes) I told her I was done. She sat there with her ankles tied togather for about 25 min. and just calmly watched. I'll tell you later about the time our teacher caught us.I'll see her in a couple of weeks at our High School reunion. Thanks for reading. Swanson 

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 Having said that, try reading "THE JOY OF SEX" By Alex Comfort together; it has a great chapter on bondage. You could even show her this site (he, he) as well as the Harmony Concepts site (located at: www.harmonyconcepts.com) 

And if you ARE lucky enough to the extent that she is open minded enough to try bondage with you, it's best not to start with a million miles of rope as it can be real frightening/intimidating. I made that mistake once and ended up losing the girl (back home in Aust) 

 When you do bind her, just begin with hands/feet only and make such a big fuss of her that she will come to associate being tied up with heaps of loving attention and sexual pleasure which is what bondage should be all about anyway. 

 But the bottom line is to think of HER needs and (sexual) pleasure; if you do that, you may be pleasantly surprised how much she may respond to you. 

 Hope this helps 

I don't know what first triggered the intrest in bondage, but I know it had to be a part of my upbringing, maybe influenced by Saturday morning cartoons. I usually got together with my neighbor, Lori, to watch them. Lori was a year older than me, with brown hair and eyes. We had been friends since I could remember, since our parents were old friends and we were neighbors. 

We must have been 9 and 10 at the time, and we were sitting on the living room carpet watching Tarzan in the summertime. He had been captured by aliens and was staked out with chains to the jungle floor. We talked about this after the cartoon was over. I know we had done some tie-up stuff in the past, but this particular situation sticks out in my mind, so I'll share it. 

Somehow the idea came up to try the position out, and I got to be Tarzan. My Mom was shopping and my Dad was mowing the lawn, so the house seemed empty (I think it was late morning). Anyway, we looked outside and considered our materials. We didn't know how to anchor someone to the ground, so we brainstormed for different ideas. 

We ended up going to the dining room and agreeing that the table would have to do. Lori suggested I change, as we had discovered that tying over clothes was usually too easy to get out of. She would organize our assortment of jump-ropes and clothesline. I returned, and she had prepared everything. 

The dining room table was a high, formal table made out of solid pine. It was stained very dark brown and had leaves inside to change the length. We pulled the chairs away for access, but were afraid to clear the tablecloth and settings in case we had to end the adventure early. 

I was wearing a pair of swim trunks, having ditched my shorts, t-shirt, socks and sneakers upstairs in my room. Lori had me lie spread-eagled under the table, and gradually tied off my arms and legs with the ropes. Lori was generally better at knots than I was at this point, (or she was better at getting out, I'm not sure which), but it didn't seem to matter much. The way I was secured, my arms and legs nearly reached the table legs themselves, so she had cinched them to the legs directly. I had little or no play in the ropes, and lay there pretty much tightly confined between the four table legs (which wouldn't budge at all; they were probably 6" thick). 

Lori teased me a little bit, and I really couldn't do much about it. I was always considered big for my age, and usually could fight my way out of most situations, but the way I was tied left me little opportunity to work free. Probably 20 minutes into her game, Lori wanted to know how I wanted to be 'tortured'. If Tarzan was under duress, I should be too. She suggested leaving me and going home (like he had been abandoned in the jungle), but I vetoed that idea. She briefly went into the living room, but returned at my protests, probably because she felt guilty and was afraid of my retribution down the road (and we didn't use gags or blindfolds at this point). But she insisted that I be made uncomfortable. I told her to do what she needed to do, because I couldn't stop her. 

Lori and I went way back, so I didn't really consider her a 'girl', and we were pretty familiar with one another. I don't want to violate the policy of this site by offering too many details, but let's just say her idea for my duress involved the pulling down of my swim trunks (a bit) and some string tied between me and the underside of the table top. I was in quite a situation, and while I wasn't happy about it, I was certainly excited. 

Lori admired at her handiwork for a few minutes, then went to get a drink. While she was in the kitchen, I heard the lawnmower stop outside. I hoped my father was simply emptying the grass bag, but I nearly lost it as I heard his boots thump up the stairs of the back deck. I struggled silently with an adrenaline ferocity, afraid of being discovered, tied in a nearly naked, exposed position. 

The slider opened, and I heard my father call for me. He greeted Lori, and asked where I was, because he wanted me to do something outside. Lori admitted we had been playing 'hide & seek', and she didn't know where I was. My father called again, and Lori offered to help find me. I could see the back of Lori's legs and my father's feet from my position, but I couldn't work either hand free no matter how much I picked at the knots or how hard I pulled. I was afraid he would notice my body under the table or the chairs being moved. 

My father grumbled about me, and they walked back out the slider to the deck. I was alone in the house for several minutes, sweating and struggling (it seemed like a half-hour), until I heard the garage door open. I froze, listening to the footfalls and trying to think of a reasonable excuse for my situation. 

Lori ran into the room, hissing "It's me", and hurredly scrambled to untie my right hand. We argued briefly about the dangers of such situations in whispers, Lori explaining how she ducked my Dad as they split up to check around the house. I gradually freed myself with her help, and we managed to dump the ropes in the bag, stuff it under the couch, and push the chairs back in as my Dad cam back in through the garage, still calling for me. 

I jerked my swimsuit up and tied it as he came into view, demanding to know where I had been. I apologized, explaining the game we were playing and offering that I hadn't heard him call. He didn't accept much of that, but told me to say goodbye to Lori and that I was needed outside for a bit; I could probably play again later. I said that I should probably change to work outside, realizing that the string was still tied around part of me and wanting to get it off and changed. My father wasn't in the mood for excuses, so I had to come right now, pulling on sandals that were by the door. Lori smiled sympathetically and gave me a kiss on the cheek and ran home. 

I ended up doing yard work for a couple hours before I could ditch the string, but I got Lori back for it in other adventures. That was probably the closest I ever got to being caught, though, so that's probably why I remember it. Let me know what you think. 

Jericho

Here is a game that you can play that I played before with my brother. We had an old mattress set up and we sort of had a wrestling match. The objective was not to pin the other person, but to pull the other person's socks off. The winner then gets to tie up the loser and gag them with their own socks. 

As far as pictures, Alex still has not posted his. I had an idea. For whomever is interested, we can e-mail each other pictures instead of post them on the net. If you have any pictures, e-mail them to me. I also have some pictures. We can start our own ring, but no pornographic or nude pictures please. 

 At first we all just listened to music and played around until Adam and Spencer got into a pillow fight. Afreid of getting hurt I got up and started for the door to leave when Spencer told me to "Freze!" I spun around and he acted as though he'd throw the pillow at me. Not at all amused I turn to leave, AS I get the door open a crack Adam slamed his shoulder and all his weight against the door.Pushing me down he grabed my feet and draged me over the Rachel. Well plowing us with pillows until we did as Spencer said my sister and I were forced to the floor with our hands above our head laying on out stoumchs. With little pieces of rope and bed sheets my sister and I were bond and gaged the draged into two sperate clothests. While Spencer and Adam turned the music up so our screams and suprised kicks against the walls couldn't be heard I heard them laughing. After a while we were let out and we were angrey but we never trust Adam and Spencer like we used to. 

 One time when I was at my friend Jack's house, we were playing Sega Genesis. This was when I was about 12. I was gettin pissed because he was beating me. He brought up the occasional "shutup", but I never did. We played till about midnight and was really getting annoyed with me. He finally yelled, "Shut up!" and tackled me. Jack is twice the size of me, so it wasn't a problem to get me face first on the ground. 

 He then (to my surprised) said, "You have the right to remain silent." I said for him to get the Fuck off me, but he ignored. He drove his knee into my back and that held me down as I saw him rip the controllers out the Sega System. He then put my arms behind my back and started to tie me up. I knew I could get out, but I was an idiot and told him I could break free.BIG MISTAKE. 

 He then found some scotch tape and used that to tie my wrists as well. He then ripped the shoelaces outta my shoes and used those as well on me...making sure I couldn' free myself. Jack taunted me and then put a piece of tape over my mouth and shoved me into his closet. He tied the doors together making escape impossible. The next morning he let me out. 

 If there are any girls like 14-16 interested in being tied up or tying me up and live in cali, please email me. Yes, I am a guy.

Lori had gotten me pretty good the last time we had played a tie-up game (see previous post) and we both knew I owed her a good one. I'm not sure of the year or our exact ages, but I remember these events happened pretty quickly that same summer. In retrospect, I think she was a little afraid of letting me tie her up, because she thought she might have gone too far when she was in control. We had a lengthy history of "one-upping" each other as children, so there was motive. I wasn't angry by what had happened previously, but in fact was even more interested in her, if that was possible. Maybe it was my first crush; I'm not sure, but we were pretty good friends. 

Anyway, we ended up at her house one afternoon, and I finally got her to agree to get her turn at being the tie-up victim. Our Moms had been chatting in the kitchen, but went out to pick-up my little sister from ballet class (or something). We had been ranging outdoors most of the day (back and forth between houses) and we were generally good children, so we were told to look for my Dad (across the street) if we needed anything until they came back, as well as the usual instructions and warnings. As soon as they left, we ran inside and upstairs to her bedroom. 

Lori had some reservations about the scenario, because we both knew our Moms would be back shortly. I was able to dare her into it, teasing her that she thought she couldn't get out of my tie-ups (she had a pretty decent record of freeing herself from previous entanglements). Regardless, she took the bait. Lori went to put on a dry swimsuit (hers was a bit damp from the pool), and I dug out my bag of gear I had prepared. She returned with her long brown hair in a ponytail, wearing a dark blue two-piece swimsuit. I closed her bedroom door and gestured to the bed, so we began. 

Now while Lori had an affinity with ropes and knots (maybe because she was a girl, was a year older, had longer fingernails - whatever), I preferred heavier restraints whenever possible. I really liked things that were unyielding, and held people in place. I still carry that preference today, but I do have a fond eye for patient knot-work. I had chosen a series of leather belts to hold Lori, and had raided my personal stash, as well as that of my father, to gather them. They were of varied lengths and weren't uniformly colored, but they were good enough to do the trick. 

I had Lori sit up on her canopy bed before me, and I went to work on her body. I buckled the first ones around her ankles, knees, and thighs, then had her use her arms to pull herself back onto the bed and turn herself lengthwise. I then pulled out a steel cable bike-lock (with a combination). I ran one end through the top of the footboard and the other through the belt on her ankles, locking her feet about 18" from the bottom of the bed. She offered that that was probably unneccessary, but we both knew the combination and I suggested that she let me finish things since it was my turn to be in control. She reluctantly agreed. 

Lori had been sitting up, supporting her upper body with her arms. I let her remain so, but had her tuck her arms in a bit tighter. I wrapped a three heavy belts around her arms and torso, one above her chest, one below, and one at her elbows. At this point, she had difficulty remaining in a seated position, so I helped her to lie on her back, arms at her sides. I then slipped another belt around her waist and hands and secured it. Kneeling above her, I systematically tightened all the belts, particularly those that might have shifted or adjusted during her moving and my securing. Lori softly complained that they were tight enough, but she knew she had to wait until I was finished to test her bonds. 

After Lori made her comments, I suggested that she had entirely too much to say for a prisoner. Lori suggested: "Well, if you don't like me talking so much, you could blindfold and gag me with some of my kneesocks". She directed me to her dresser from her position on the bed, and I pulled out a long, red pair. I helped her raise her head, and wrapped them about her eyes and cleave-gagged her mouth, knotting them behind her. It was a dream come true. She lay back on the bedspread, and asked a muffled "Are you done yet?" 

I was almost there, and I had saved the best for last. Digging through the bag, I produced two more belts, the canvas kind the military wore. I slipped the end through the metal buckle making a tight loop. I tied the loose end to the belt around her knees, measured the length, and slipped the loop around her left wrist and pulled it tight. I repeated the same steps quickly on her right hand. This caused Lori some consternation, as she couldn't see what I was doing, and didn't expect me to tie her hands in such a fashion (in the past I had tried just the belts and she had wriggled her arms free). I chided her that she shouldn't struggle until I was done, and repeatedly checked the belts for tightness. She fumed, but was well secured, and the belts made her body bulge attractively, because I was breathing as heavy as she was. I told her she should try to get out, and the show began. 

I'll admit that I enjoyed watching a struggling girl, as unchivalrous as that sounds. I don't know where the desire came from, but there it is. The way she blindly, methodically tested the leather and canvas, one hand at a time, pulling, and picking for releases and buckles. The way she rolled her body back and forth, rolling her shoulders and twisting her legs. The way she strained to sit up, then flopped back, and pulled at the bindings anchoring her legs, limiting her movement. Her stomach was a special treat, inhaling, flexing and twisting with her efforts. I could have been there all day watching her, but after 15-20 minutes of her frustrated struggles, I interrupted. 

Lori had flushed red with her efforts, and was breathing deeply, but was still secured fairly well. She had rumpled the bed and herself a bit, but had only tugged her hands a bit back and forth beneath her belt harness. I sat on the bed next to her, and commented "You know, I don't think you're trying hard enough." Lori grunted her thoughts on how unfair her predicament was, but I ignored her. I suggested that if I added a different twist to her situation, it might motivate her. She asked a muffled "What did you have in mind?" I smiled and reminded her about her liberties with my swimsuit the week before, and she said she remembered. 

I sat atop her torso, pinning her flat. She moaned softly as I gently slid her swimsuit off her shoulders. I was quivering with excitement, facing the unknown of a budding girls chest. Unfortunately, I was stopped by my own design. With the belts secured about her upper body, I couldn't slide the swimsuit down any further, and I was afraid of actually touching her chest and upsetting her. I think she realized my predicament and sighed. I ashamedly climbed off her and offered that she continue freeing herself, my excitement building again as I looked at my handiwork. 

Unfortunately, Lori was content to lie there and enjoy the embrace of the belts at this point, much to my frustration. She was in her own little world, humming to herself as she lay there. I went to get a drink and she remained in the exact same position when I returned. I encouraged her to try to get out, and she conceded that she couldn't. I waited for some minutes more quietly observing her, then thought of an idea as I listened to the sounds of the suburban neighborhood outside. At the next sound of a car, I raced over to the window, then turned and spun onto the bed next to her. 

"Quick, you have to get out! Your Mom is home!" Lori jerked herself unto a seated position and leaned towards me, urgently mmmphing "Help untie me." I told her I couldn't, but had to race downstairs to stall them. I then ran to the door and threw it open, racing down the hall and stairs. I waited a few moments, then silently tiptoed back up the carpeted steps and hall to behold Lori in her glory. She was writhing with renewed vigor, fighting the leather straps with everything she had. She twisted and rolled, frantically seeking escape, her hands clawing at the canvas cuffs. I stood in the door transfixed. Every couple minutes she would freeze, listening for sounds of our parents, then would continue wrestling with her confinement. 

After fifteen minutes, her sweat and wild movements slipped the blindfold off her eyes. She stared at me standing in the doorway. I think I probably had my first hard-on. She was still gagged, the belts mostly still secure, but she had desperately slid her whole body to the bottom of the bed and curled her legs up behind her. This gave the wrist belts some unanticipated slack, and she had removed the left one and slipped her hand out from the waist belt as well. She had been freeing her other hand when she saw me. She was still gagged and her swimsuit was damp and had slipped down a little more. 

We stared at each other for a couple minutes, and I walked over to help her undo the rest of the belts. I admitted she could relax and she wasn't in danger of being caught. She called me a name or two for scaring her like that by pretending. I told her that she should also be ashamed for not trying to get out as hard as she could, because that was the game. She conceded that point, and agreed that it was fun not being able to get out easily. We agreed to play more games in the future, but were even, for now. By the time I had bagged most of the belts and she had tugged her swimsuit back up, we heard a car in the driveway. Unfortunately, Lori's body had the red marks of the tight belts all over her body, so she quickly tossed a towel over her shoulders and we raced to the pool. We were past them in the water before the Mom's could object, and my little sister wanted to swim as well, so we were OK. Nobody ever found out. Let me know if you liked it.

 Also, are there in girls 14-16 in Cali that are interested in bondage?(Im a guy)

 Ok, first I made 2 nooces from one string. I tied my wrists together (is't that hard) and tied my ankles together. Ok, then I put each nooce over in the middle of my ankles and in the middle of my wrists...therefore if i bent forward everything would tighten. I decided to make this a struggle, so I undid the noose and put my wrists under my legs and behind my back. I looked back and slipped the noose back on. Though I was on my knees, I was in somewhat a hogtie positiion. I undid everything and this time, gave myself NO slack at all. 

 Ok, everything was going fine till this. I went to lay on my stomach, but I fell off my bed, strenuously tightening the ropes. I seriously didn't expect this to happen, and I was not able to get free. I was screwed. My dad was sleeping in the other room, but the sheer embarrassment wuld kill me. I decided I'd have to take care of mmyself. 

 While I was on my stomach (still in my hogtie position), I'd tried to desperately move around. I managed to get on my side, but that made things worse. I then tried to lift myslef up onto my knees, but I was too restricted to do so, and sincce I tried, the knots got tighter.(remember the nooses on both my ankles and my wrists?!). I was getting tired, and I just lay there for a while. But then, (dont ask me how) I was able to get on my knees. I'm pretty flexible for a 14 year old boy...and I was moving my fingers around, looking for the nooce clinching device. After a while of searching, I found it, and loosened enough to where I could(barely) get on my feet. 

 BIG MISTAKE! This yet again tightend the nooses, and I was back where I started. I retraced my steps and finally managed to lift my body up without tightening the nooses. I then turned around and got my wrist noose loose enough so that I could slip it off my bound wrists. I now just figured I would slips my hands over my feet so they were in front of me so I could untie them. 

 Well, I was so tired from the workout, I couldn't do it! I was squirming around trying to get it undone. I finally managed! I was free! 

 If anyone has any suggestion on Self Bondage, let me know. Also, any girls (14-16) interested in ANY bondage, email me.

Everybody please keep posting! 

It was a hot day In Novemeber a couple of years ago, I was 15 and so was Amelia (She was only an hour younger than me) we were sitting at my place not really doing much, other than keeping out of the sun. I was bored I mean I was BORED so we got talking about what we could do, We discussed going to see a movie, going to a freinds place, or even to look for jobs, but nope it was to hot. So we sat back down on the floor and watched some more tv. 

 It was at this time that I looked over at her and saw her in a different light, I saw her tiedup for some strange reason, I mean I have always like the image of a bound and gagged woman but Amelia? I mean the reason why I asked her was because she was from what could be called a Sain home (So was I)and I thought she might freak. But as normal I ingaged mouth before brain and asked if I could tie her up. Then I went all colours of the rainbow and finaly red 

 I will never forget her responce (Pretty much what I expected)"What do you mean tiedup. If you mean what I think you do, whats the point of that." She went on to say how her brother tied her up and she always got out. I was gob smacked just to hear her brother tied her up. Then I remebered he can't even tie his shoes so how could he tie her, so I offered the challage. 

 She said "Well it's not like I'm doing much so why not" (Next thing I was most forunate to have my own flat at 15 so Girls staying over were a regualr part of my life.)She said i'll go get changed, Changed I thought you were fine. Standing 5/6 about 80 pound, Long Long dirty blonde hair.Her hair came down to just above her knees. I thought ok and went and got some rope. I went to my Garage and brought back the rope I used on other girls I had tiedup, It was nice soft white cotton rope, Four sports bags of the stuff. 

 Amelia came back in the lounge and she looked great. She had her hair up in a bun, She had taken her shoes and socks off, She had stripped down to her bra and panties. She then told me to do her as tight as I could, Because she had also wrung her parents to say she was staying at my place for the Night. I looked at the clock 12pm. She asked how I wanted her, I told her to lay face down on the floor under a hook in the ceiling (You will soon see why) I tied her wrists palm to palm, then I tied her elbows, then I asked her to come and sit on a stool in front of me, she got up and walked over and sat on the stool, where I tied her bust line. It was at the point I had to excuse myself to clean up a little (If you know what happened, I mean not every day I tie up the girl I dream of 

 She sat there untill I got back where I helped her onto the floor. She layed there while I tied her Ankles side by side, then tied her knees, then I hogtied her, She said is this all you can do, I told her I had the worst of it done but some more was to come. I then tied her 2 big toes together and then tied them down to her knees, Thus pulling her soles fully open, I then Tied a rope around her hogtie rope and then round the hook in the ceiling and pulled enough to take some weight and pulling her hand and feet a little closer together. Her fingers touched behinde her ankles. 

 I then told her it was time for a gag, I packed her mouth with a hanky and a sock or two and covered it with some tape, I then asked if I could bindfold her (It's always manners to ask, Even though if she said no there was not much she could do about it.) she nodded yes and closed her eyes. I tied a big black cloth over her eyes and told her I was done. She struggled a little and then just tried moving a little but not much moved. (Again I had to disapear to clean up a little mess) I came back and wispered in her ear why I had tied her toes like I did, (For those that don't know what is going to happen, I tied them to expose her soles for tickling) 

 She went nuts screaming into her gag, which only came out as faint mmmmmppphhhs, I then went and sat behind her knees. I wrapped one arm around her ankles and gave her a little tickle. She thrased around screaming, pulling, Grunting, Straining to get free, but nothing gave, I gave another little tickle, She pulled again and screamed all kinds of abuse through her gag, her fingers even looked like the were pulling on something, reaching for anything, staining to find a knott to undo to help her protect herself from this torture, but nothing. I stopped and asked if she was ok (No Reply) So I tickled again, Then I licked her sole (Don't aske me why, I just did) It tasted salty, I then told her to prepare herself cause she was about to get a full two minutes.(Amelia would be the worlds most ticklish person. If you such and touch her lightly and she screams with laughter. If you try and tickle her if not restrained you will limp for the rest of your life) 

 I tickled her for a good hour untill again I disapered to clean up. I came back to find her asleep. I panicked and thought she was dead or something, But she woke up, but was groggy. I removed her gag and asked if she was alright. She said yes but begged to not tickle her again (Right now anyway). I asked if she wanted to be untied, she said yes so I untied her. I looked at the clock it was 3pm, we had a drink and went to my room. Where she layed spread eagle and asked me to tie her again. I told her yes and I went to get my ropes. I'll tell the rest next time. 
 

Please give me feed back and tell me if I'm on the wrong path.

This story takes place sometime in the next couple years, I think we were in junior high (13-14 yrs old), we didn't play tie up games as much. Lori was an early bloomer, and was a devout swimmer to keep trim. Unfortunately, her chest wasn't cooperating in keeping her streamlined, so she was a bit bubble-chested. (She has since developed to a at least a 42D, but she may have been a B cup back then; I just remember being impressed.) Her figure made her Mom switch her to one-piece swimsuits, but they still slipped down sometimes when she would dive into the pool... 

Anyway, I remember a late summer day when we were playing video games (Atari, I think). We had been out by the pool, but the afternoon showers had made us retreat inside. We were at my house, and my family was scattered about. We were supposed to have company later in the afternoon, so Mom was doing laundry and Dad was finishing something in the garage. Lori and I were debating different things to do, and I challenged her to a tie-up/escape game. She was reluctant, becoming more 'proper' every day. I appealed to her competitive instincts by challenging her to a few different video games (best of 3). She agreed. I don't remember all of them, but she was annoyed at how happy I was when I zapped her in the first 2. 

We ended up seeking some privacy in the basement. I had built numerous homebases and playhouses in my day, but all that remained was a small hideaway under the stairs. The one side was blocked off with a heavy footlocker and bookshelf, the other was partially blocked by a metal wall unit, and we had a white curtain hung over the remainder of the opening. The inside was simple, but the cinderblock wall was painted and reasonably clean, and the floor was tiled in vinyl. Unfortunately, at it's highest point, you could barely stand up. There was a small lamp run in on an extension cord which provided the only light. 

We climbed in there with our swimsuits, towels, and my bag of gear. Lori tied her long, brown hair back into a ponytail and folded her towel underneath her. She was wearing a black swimsuit with some thin lines of color wrapped around it. The calves rode high, and the bustline and back were low. I don't think it would have been her first choice for a tie-up, but it was the best one for my intrests. I asked her to sit indian-style, with her legs crossed in front of her and her back near the wall. 

Since I had good success with leather in the past (see previous post), I primarily used belts I had borrowed from several closets in the house. I used two belts around her legs. Each one secured her ankle to the other leg, just below her bent knees. Once they were secure, I buckled four belts around her torso, pinning her arms at her sides. They ranged above and below her chest, around her middle, and one around her waist at about level with her elbows. I gently bent her arms and pulled her forearms up until they were resting on her thighs, her hands near her knees. I added two more belts on each arm and thigh, securing her at her wrist and just below her elbow. I added a short belt around her neck, doubling it over for a simple collar. 

That was the end of the serious binding. Lori didn't understand the belt around her neck, but I loved the look of it, and offered that it looked good. It had been a treat securing her and touching her body, and she could tell I was excited by the sight of her. She flexed experimentally, testing her limitations, and asked if I was finished. One of the new wrinkles to our tie up games was to leave the victim alone to escape. Lori wanted her privacy, without me staring her over. She wanted me to leave for awhile, (although we always set a time limit to come back and check on things). 

But I wasn't done. I studied her for a few moments, then considered my remaining materials. I pulled a long belt from the bag and slipped it around where her legs crossed in front of her. I then slipped the free end through her collar, and buckled it, pulling her slightly forward. I then produced a couple multi-colored jump ropes, and went to work on her back. I tied one end around the two highest belts on her back on each side, about where her shoulders were. This nearly overlapped the pair of belts in the back, and squeezed the belts a bit tighter in the front, accenting her cleavage a bit. I then ran the other end of each jump rope to the sides, securing one end to the highest available point on the wall unit, the other to the handle of the footlocker. 

Lori wasn't going anywhere fast, and I think she knew it. I then tightened several of the belts that had slackened as I progressed (or her body conformed to their fit; I'm not sure which). Her limbs were tighly secured, with little chance of her wriggling her arms or legs out. She had very little movement available to her. To top it off, her body was pulled forward, her chest hanging in front of me, and her torso was tied off to separate points at either end. She couldn't roll or flop over to find a hidden release. She seemed a bit exasperated. "Did you plan all this out today?" I shook my head and she sighed. "Ready", I asked? She nodded. I then tied a folded t-shirt around her eyes, blindfolding her, and cleave gagged her with the last jump rope, knotting it around her head after encircling it three or four times. 

I turned out the lamp and climbed out from under the stairs, leaving Lori a prisoner in the darkness. From outside the hideout, I could barely hear her breathing, and the occasional rustle and creak of rope or leather. I really wanted to watch her struggle, but I had agreed to the rules, and it gave me a certain satisfaction to have a girl like Lori tied in my parents basement. I had some time to kill, so I went upstairs to play another video game. 

Tell me what you think, and I'll try to finish this one up later.

I am trying to work on that Bondage Buddy Connection site, and I'm working on it through Tripod. So far it's working okay, but I've run into a MAJOR roadblock - I can't seem to figure out how to create the message board and database for everyone to post in and look up other people. This is definately a problem, and I was hoping to find someone who has a basic understanding of Web Site creation who could run me through it and teach me the ropes (no pun intended). I really would appreciate any help anyone can give me on how to create a website with message boards and database entries. Thank you for your help!

 I guess I'm "good looking", as some girls thought. Well, a few weeks ago, a friend came over, cuz she wanted to do things. She always joked about loving me, but I seriously had a crush on her. Lets call her Kattie. Anyways, I'm a VERY horny kid, and she knew that. When she came over, she had a bag with her. I asked her what is was for, but she replied, "You'll see". I asked her what we were going to do today, and she said we'd stay at my place for an hour. I thought she wanted to have sex or something...so I quickly repied with YES! She said, "Alright, lets play a little game. A tie up game. Ok?" I said , "Alright!". 

 She told me to lay on my back on my bed. She pulled out a ton of ropes from her bag. She then started tying my wrists together making nots at every 2 wrap-arounds. She then took another rope and tied it through the tight middle, pretty much cutting off my blood circulation. I said, "Ouch." But then she mocked by saying, "Ohh...Poor baby!" She did the same to my ankles. She then tied my knees together and tied a rope around my torso and wrists. When I thought she was finished, I began to struggle. "What are you doing? I'm not even done!" she said. I replied, "What? Not done?! I don't think I can get outta this too soon ya know!!" 

 "Wow! You're fiesty! YOu do know you talk to much, don't you?" she said. I started by saying, "Huh? Well..." She pulled out a few pieces of cloth and a bandana from her bag. "Wait!" I said, "You never said anything about ga- mmmph..mmmph!!!mmmmph!!" She stuffed a few pieces of cloth in my mouth and tied the bandana around me head. Kattie then said, "Ahhh!! There you go you widdle widdle babyy!" I grunted under my gag and rolled my eyes at her. She knew I wasn't mad. She pulled out another long piece of rope and tied one end to my ankles and then another to my wrists, thus creating a hogtie. I had ZERO slack, and was struggling yet again. Kattie then said, "Now quit that real quick. This might hurt." I let out a whimper from my gag as she rolled me off my bed onto the floor. It hurt a little, but it kinda gave me some slack. She then rolled me into my closet. She then inspected the knots, and saw I had soem slack, so she tightened them, making my grunt againt under me gag. 

 I though she was done, but then my eyes grew wide in horror as I saw her pull out a long piece of rope. I crazile gave out a ton of "mmmmmmph....mmmpphhh" so maybe she would stop...but she paid no attention. She tied one end to the rope that connected my ankles to my wrists, and tied the other to a horizontal post in my garage thatt held my clothes. She then yanked on it with all her strength till I was alomst off the ground!! I started mmmppphhhing a lot now! So picture this: I was on my stomach in hogtie, with a rope almost pulling me off, the ground. If I was a few pounds lighter...I woulld be off the ground. 

 She said, "Have fun in there baby!" as she closed the closet door. I remained in there for almost an hour, when she came in and untied the rope that hogtied me she then untied my ankles, knees, and torso. She kept my hands bound behind my back and she kept my gag on. I sat on my head next to her, as we watched some TV. I whimpered under my gag as a sign for her to take it off. "Ooops, sorry there. I just kinda liked the feeling of you not talking! Hehehe!" I rolled my eyes as she pulled off the bandana. I spit out the pieces of cloth. I asked her what we were doing, and she said we're going to the mall with some of her friends. She untied me a lil' later and we went to the mall. She told her girl-friends what she did to me, and all of them kinda gave me a little smile and a few replied, "Hehe. Maybe we gotta try that to you! Hehehehehe!!" I was sooo emabarrased. I swore I'd get Kattie back!! 

Lori and I had agreed she should have a half-hour time limit to effect her escape. I set my watch and burned the 30 minutes easily, excitedly waiting to sneak down there and see how far she had gotten undone. (I probably got more excited every minute she didn't come upstairs after me, because it meant I tied her well and she was still my prisoner.) I casually walked downstairs and made sure I was unnoticed by my family (they just wouldn't understand), then ducked quickly under the stairs and fumbled for the light. 

Lori was still there all right, flushed red and definitely a bit sweaty (maybe aroused; I don't think either of us understood such things at that point). She had moved her body about somewhat from the look of the towel and the tautness of the ropes holding her in place. It looked like she had strained back and forth and had found a little bit of slack to get some body movement into her struggles. That momentum had enabled her to shift the belts on her arms and thighs (her primary goal for freedom) as well as her upper body, but they still held her remarkably in place. The game was over and I had won. I asked if she was OK as I untied the rope-cleave gag. Lori nodded. I offered to start letting her out, and she didn't reply. 

"Did I have a half-hour?", she asked. I stated that she did, curious at why that would matter. I was satisfied with the experience and thought this was as far as it would go. Lori offered that she was "almost there" before I interrupted, and said she wanted "a little more time" to escape herself. I was very surprised. I didn't think Lori would be this fierce a competitor. I also doubted that she could do it herself, but my mind raced ahead. "I don't know", I replied, "Your time is up." Lori used several words like "Pleeease?" and "C'mon, Jer, let me do this." 

I reluctantly agreed, but complained that the half-hour escape time was based on the amount of time it took to secure the victim. We had used that rule for awhile. Lori and I negotiated for a few minutes, but she refused to have any additional restraints added at this point. We conceded on her additional half hour for letting me tighten a couple belts that had slackened (after all, she could do it again, right?) re-gaging her with the rope (gently, of course), and one more penalty. Lori's swimsuit was a one-piece that you had to pull on, but it had thin, adjustable ties that cris-crossed along her back and tied off by her neck and ribs for a 'swimmers fit'. (I guess spandex one-pieces weren't 'in' yet.) 

We hadn't discussed this part, and Lori was already re-gagged, re-tightened and waiting for me to leave. I reached over her back and quickly pulled out the two knots that secured the upper, front part of her swimsuit. Lori protested a muffled "What? No! Uh-uh." and twisted under my hands. I quickly backed off, noting that the suit's tight fit had slackened a little, but was held in place by the belts. I shushed Lori and warned: "This is your incentive not struggle too much. You have your half-hour; you can free yourself and re-tie the back, or remain bound and stay covered up, or get caught in-between. Good luck." And I turned out the light. I backed out, pulled the curtain shut, and heard Lori growling behind her gag as she thought about it. 

I returned upstairs, thinking how wonderful it would be to turn on the light in thirty minutes and see Lori's chest. Then I shrugged it off, not wanting to obsess over something that was probaly a remote possibility. She'd probably escape and be upstairs in a few minutes, taunting me and cursing me for trying to get a cheap peek at her body. It had been five minutes of me considering this when I passed my Dad cutting through the house in his work-clothes. I asked where he was going and what he was up to. 

"The basement" he replied, "I need some tools to finish this bookshelf for your mother." I felt very nervous. There was no reason for my Dad to go under the stairs and Lori shouldn't give herself away, but what if something happened? I followed him downstairs, offering to help and making conversation. My Dad asked about Lori, and I said she had gone home. I heard nothing from under the stairs, and my Dad ended up staying there and making quite a racket. I came and went, nervously glancing to the stairs a few times. Dad finally finished after about 45 minutes or so. After he disappeared upstairs, I ducked under the stairs and flipped on the lamp. 

Lori was still there, more or less intact. Her suit had drooped a little, and I apologized as I quickly bent to untie her. I started at the neck to ankle belt (which had been re-tightened) and unbuckled it to let her sit up straight, then moved to the ropes holding her to the wall-unit and footlocker. I was hurrying, nervous that she was mad and afraid of being found out. She mumbled that she tried to get out but was trying to be quiet so she wouldn't be discovered. Somewhere along with my untying of the first rope, I heard the doorbell ring upstairs, and my Mom called me. I ignored her, continued to untie my knots (which should have been easy, but my hands were shaking) and Lori murmured "Hurry! Hurry!" Then I heard my Mom call again, and I froze after almost untying the first rope. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go." I said, "Get out if you can, and I'll be back soon to help. And keep quiet." My mind raced as Lori protested under her gag and I turned out the light. I would get to her as soon as I could, but I didn't want anyone to find us, particularly in Lori's situation. I tried to clear my mind as I went upstairs to meet our company, the Mitchells. I made some excuses as I joined the group in the living room and waited for my chance to excuse myself. 

The Mitchells were old friends of the family; in fact, Lori's parents, my parents, and the Mitchells were all friends in college. We had understandably known them a long time, but while Lori and her folks lived across the street, the Mitchells were an hour or so away, and we only saw them once a month or so. They had three children, two boys and a girl. Andrea was my favorite. She was the youngest, a tomboy my age, who I sometimes thought was my twin sister. We had been friends forever, but I thought of her more of an equal sibling, or a brother even, than a girl. We had played tie-up games as well, but we were always on the same side (against her brothers) and were tied up together. She usually rejected feminine traits, but her body was developing despite her. As close as we were, I knew she was extremely athletic and competitive, and had a leaner body than Lori. 

We all chatted upstairs for awhile, and as the group drifted apart, I excused myself. After a fake trip to the bathroom, I detoured to the basement to get Lori out of her bonds. She had been tied up for just over two hours at this point, and I was responsible for her safety. I opened the door and flipped on the light as I jogged downstairs (my Dad must have closed it). I paused, listening to the noises upstairs, then ducked the curtain to crawl under the stairs. I whispered "Lori?" and I heard a muffled "Here" in the dark. I flipped on the light. Lori had managed to work her right hand free of one belt, but that was about it. The arm was still secured. I apologized again, and before I could touch her, I heard footsteps near the basement door. 

I flipped off the light and sighed. Andrea came downstairs, calling "Jer? Are you down here?" I grabbed a couple bottles of Coca-Cola from the wall unit and stepped out from under the curtain. Andy looked at me curiously as I replied that I just came down here to bring some soda upstairs. She grabbed a third and we went back upstairs, talking about the sun coming out and the pool looking good. I spent nearly another hour socializing and performing one task or another. 

I really wanted to get Lori out, but everyone kept giving me things to do. Sometime in that hour I noticed Andy giving me an odd smile, but I didn't ask. Eventually most of the families headed to the pool out back. I stole away to change and returned to the basement. Ducking under the curtain, I flipped on the light, and whispering "I am so sorry for this. I never meant for this to happen..." and froze. Lori groaned softly. She was still there, but instead of being halfway untied or completely unbound and waiting for me to escort her out (as I expected) she was tied almost as before. I say almost, because I noted some changes which really puzzled me. 

Lori remained in the Indian-style bondage I had devised, but the neck to ankle belt had been re-buckled tightly, and I mean on the tightest notch. This bent her over so her head was only six or eight inches above her ankles. It must have been murder on her back after being tied similarly for so long. Her right hand had been re-buckled to her thigh, and both her wrists were connected by a knotted length of clothesline (which wasn't mine!) that ran across the top of her legs. She couldn't pull her hands free if she wanted to. The jump-ropes I had used to secure her shoulders and back to the sides of the enclosure had been taughtly re-tied, holding her in place. Finally, Lori's whole head had been hooded with her t-shirt, on top of the other blindfold and gag. 

My first thought (of fantasy) was that Lori had engineered by herself, but after some quick analysis, I realized it would have been impossible. My fears of being discovered ran wild as I quickly un-knotted her hooded head. I whispered questions to Lori, but I couldn't understand her answers. She sounded tired. As I pulled the t-shirt off, I noticed she was still gagged, but roughly. While I had tied a few lengths of the rope across her jaw (a modest gag) and let the ends hang down in back, now the entire rope encircled her head tightly. Her mouth was forced wide open, and the knot was tied over her mouth. 

I asked if she was OK, and she nodded. I unknotted her gag and proceeded to free her from the belts. The only other significant thing I noticed while untying her was her swimsuit. While over the course of the afternoon things had loosened and I may have gotten a peek (with a little help, that is), she had been covered when I saw her an hour ago. While her modesty was still intact in this case, I could tell her top had been pulled down under and around the belts, and then the neck ties had been re-tied above the leather. This was obvious when I bent to unbuckle her, and saw the fabric stretched and re-tied around her neck. 

Lori refused to give me many answers, pushing me to silence and ordering me to free her and get her out of there without being found out. When I asked who did this all I got was "Someone else." I could tell she was angry and embarrassed about the situation, so I didn't push it. I was able to sneak her out of the basement and through the garage while everyone was out back. Suprisingly, nobody missed us. She was really sore and had been marked up well from the tie-up, so she walked around for a bit before going home. In retrospect, I think she suspected I had something to do with what happened (other than tying her up), but we both knew I was responsible. We promised to talk about it another time, but that was the last tie-up game we played. We did talk things over, and I pieced things together, but thats another story. 

Whadya think?

 Ok, Katie came over and she said she had to go to the bathroom. As she went, I grabbed her ankles and pushed her to the ground. She gave off a Damsel in Distress Scream like, "Help me!! AAh!!!" I cupped my hand over her mouth and threw her on the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked. I quickly repied, "Payback." 

 I flipped her over and started tying her wrists with rope, almost the same way she did mine. I took a sock outta my drawer and gagged her with it. I put duct tape over the rest of her mouth. MMMPPPHHGGG was all that came out. I tied her elbows together then. Then I tied her ankles togehter, then her Knees, then her big toes. I then made an effective hogtie. I turned on the Spanish channel (we live in California, so we don't speak spanish!) 

 She let out a ton of grunts, moans and squels from under her gag, but I paid no attention. I left her in there for another hour when I finally intied her. I told her it was payback and she understood. She swore she'd get me back, and I'm excited and wating.

 Well, the question is: Whatever happened to CaptivePenny's site? And again: what is Mortal or Immortal up to at present? Does anyone know? 

When last we left things, Lori had been victimized by someone during the Mitchell's visit. I found that afternoon rather disturbing, and I probably wasn't a very good host or friend for the remainder of the day. For her part, Lori seemed to want to forget the incident, and was very reluctant to discuss it. Over the course of a couple weeks of prying and pushing our friendship, I got to the truth of what happened. I'll try to re-create her story and fill in what I figured out. 

Lori had been semi-tied and fighting to get out while I was back and forth with company. She had progressed somewhat, and was trying to escape and sneak home without being discovered. Sometime after I had left her, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She froze, but the person came quietly around the stairs and pulled the curtain open. She heard the light came on, but remained blindfolded and unable to identify the person. She asked "Jer? Who's there?", but nobody answered her. Hands untied the rope cleave-gag and "shushed" her when she tried to ask a question. A whispered voice asked who had done this to her and why she was there. Lori lamely explained the game to the stranger and my role. There was a brief pause, then Lori was asked if she liked it. Lori said "I guess so. Why?" 

She never got the question answered. She tried to follow up with a "Who are...mmmpphhh" as her rope cleave-gag was tightly re-tied around her head. Her mouth was forced open and the entire rope was wound between her teeth. The whispered voice replied "I'm not one to interfere in people's games, and since you like this, I'll help you out a bit." Lori felt her t-shirt pulled over her head and knotted tightly into a hood. She protested, but it was barely understandable the way she was gagged. She clawed for the buckles that her right hand could reach, but she couldn't free herself in the hands of this person. 

Hands re-buckled her right hand in place, and checked the knots at her back. After examining her position, Lori heard "I don't see how... Oh, I get it!", and then her collar to ankle belt was re-secured, taughtly holding her in place. She groaned over the tightness and strain on her muscles, but she was patted on the head and heard a "Too bad. You shouldn't allow yourself to be tied up if you can't take it." The person backed out of the hideout and returned moments later with clothesline and tied her wrists together with a line that ran from thigh-to-thigh where they were belted down. Lori claimed she fought continuously during this assault, but after her hands were tied she stopped, feeling helpless and defeated. 

Lori expected to be abandoned, but she felt hands touch her. She realized that her swimsuit, which I had untied, had drooped significantly and she was showing a little too much skin. The voice commented, "You even let him see these, huh? Tramp!", and prying fingers pulled down her top. Lori shook her head, murmuring "No!" into the gag. Lori claimed her nipples were briefly pinched and then her top was tied around her neck. The voice responded, "I'm going to leave now. No more games with Jer. And you better hope I never find you tied up like this again." That was it. 

I spent some time trying to figure it out, and concluded it had to be Andrea, or one of her brothers, Matt and Joe. Between the memory of Andy's smile and some comments Lori made, I figured it had to be Andy, but I didn't understand what she did. The behavior sounded more like her brothers, or what I would have done if I found a girl tied up! I thought she would have freed her or something, maybe blackmailed me. But I guess I didn't understand jealousy at the time. I would be ready for Andy during our next visit. 

A few weeks past, and the Mitchells came over on a Saturday. We spent a great day together, and I didn't let on that I knew anything about what happened. When evening came, everybody was watching TV and I invited Andy out to the pool for a post-dinner swim. She agreed, and we walked out to the deck by the pool. I talked blandly about their last visit, and mentioned, "So, what did you think about Lori?", thinking to shock her. I didn't. She paused, then said, "The girl you had tied up? She's OK. But I don't think she's your type." I was floored. She admitted it. 

We talked for some time, and I tried to get some reasoning out of her for what happened. She wouldn't admit it, but it became obvious she was jealous of my attentions to Lori, and at the same time, disgusted with her weakness to allow herself to be tied and unable to escape. I was sure Andy's two older brothers had played many games with her, and she was a tie-up veteran. I suggested that it was improper for her to have done what she did to Lori, and she agreed it probably was. I then followed it up that she should try it out for herself, if she was unimpressed with my technique. She replied that I would have to catch her first, and it wasn't that easy. I then chased her around the pool briefly, and couldn't get her, so we negotiated. 

I reluctantly agreed to have a race with Andy to see who would tie up whom, 50 laps up and down the pool length. It was my only shot to tie her up that evening, and her family would eventually have to leave. She wore a black one-piece suit, and pulled her sandy-blond hair back into a ponytail. We started, and I managed to keep pace with her. We merited some attention from our families, but with our pace, they left us alone as night fell and we continued. I don't know how long it took, but we were both exhausted, and it was dark when we finished. I had beaten her, by one-half lap, and I was rather surprised I had done it. My form was probably lousy, and maybe some part of her wanted me to win. 

She conceeded, and toweled off as we discussed where I wanted her. I thought it best to stay on the pool deck, as it was away from the house, and screened by big shrubs and trees. I had Andy sit on the pool deck, with her back to one of the fence post supports. It was a large piece of pressure-treated wood, with twin rails running out each side and a flat cap shelf on top. Andy looked at me as I pulled a bag out of the pool storage closet, and asked, "Are you gonna tie me up with those belts you used on Lori? Cause you better get used to disapointment; they won't hold me." I just smiled and pulled out several bundles of clothesline. 

I had planned the tie for a week, and jumped into it. Once I made sure Andy's back was firmly against the post, I tied her ankles, knees and thighs tightly. I had learned the cinch-tie recently, and wrapped a good 6' of rope around each spot. Her legs weren't going anywhere, but Andy didn't complain. I then pulled another length out and ran it from her ankles to another post across from her and back, stretching her legs out in front of her. 

I returned to her, and noticed she was surveying my handiwork with a free hand. I could tell she wasn't expecting this. I asked her to grab the lower rail with her hands on each side as I tied her middle to the post. I even got her to shift enough that I could run twin lengths of rope between her upper thighs on each side that followed the line of her suit up her thighs (not a crotchrope), pulling each leg around the post. I also coiled many feet around her waist and middle, tying it off in back. I left her chest alone, but I did keep an eye on her damp suit and how Andy had been developing. She didn't advertise it, but she really looked good. 

She shrugged and asked about her hands. I smiled and blindfolded her with my t-shirt. I then gagged her with hers, cleave gagging her as I tied it behind her head. I then took her hands and lifted them over her head and behind her. With this 'reaching-back' pose, her hands were above her head and behind her. They just reached above the second rail and behind the post. I secured each one there individually, cinching the ropes on either side the post (at her wrists and elbows). I used so much rope I didn't bother with her elbows or arms at all. 

I stepped back to look her over. As anticipated, lifting her arms also lifted Andy's bustline attractively. She didn't have Lori's breasts, but they must have been a respectable A-cup. Andy murmured "Are you done yet?" I had planned this part also. I knelt next to her, and reached behind her to pull her suit open. It seemed fitting after what she did to Lori. I had even considered walking over to Lori's after I had her tied to bring her over, but that plan was complicated with many areas that were dangerous. I slipped my hands over her back reaching for the catches. 

I shamefully realized I had outdone myself again. In my haste to tie Andy, I hadn't realized which suit she had on. The black suit was a pull up; the only way the top was coming off was to cut it or pull it down by the arm/shoulder holes, and neither of which was an option. Andy chuckled as she figured out my dillema. I growled that I wasn't done and continued to tie her with the remaining rope (I had an awful lot). I looped lengths above and below her chest and knotted them off neatly behind her back. I then ungagged her and folded her shirt behind her head. I took a long length and tied a rope cleave-gag around her head and the post, and then around her neck and the post, effectively immobilizing her (I had gotten the idea from first-aid ties on a back-board). 

Andy was silent, tied up with more rope than I had ever imagined, and it was only 9-9:30pm. We both knew she was beaten. I sat on her lap, daringly and briefly caressed each breast, then ran a several lengths over her chest, cris-crossing over each boob. I then got up and walked back to the house. She must have struggled for an hour or so, and got absolutely nowhere. I returned from time to time, and once dumped a five-gallon pail of pool water over her while she sat there. I eventually freed her (around 11pm) and I think she looked at me with new respect. Andy didn't protest anything I had done, but asked me to not tie up other girls. I agreed as long as she continued to play. 

I had pretty much gotten her back for Lori, and found a new tie-up partner as well. Andy had a competitive streak that wouldn't be denied, but I think she wanted to be conquered now and again. Anyway, that's the story. Hope you liked it.