We kiddies from the Anti-Brady Bunch had converged on Becca's house on the Friday of my second week. No sooner did I show up than I was bound and gagged and held at the mercy of this merciless band. Karen was later tied up along with me, and we acted out a sort of "Jonny Quest meets Nancy Drew in Hell" scenario--that was before things got really weird, when Becca, Karen and I got embroiled in a tickling game while we were still all tied down to the fold out bed in the basement rec room. (for more details, see my last posting on this site, or check the archives on my own site). 

Becca's mother called us all upstairs for a dinner of cold cut sandwiches. While we ate at the dinner table, I kept feeling something touch my bare legs ever so slightly. When I felt it again, I quickly glanced down saw just caught a glimpse of Karen's bare foot as she snatched it away from my leg and tucked it under her chair. When I glared at her, Karen gave me this goofy grin and went "Heh, heh, heh!" in an overly comical fashion. 

Becca's mother, who never saw the foot action under the table, stared at Karen with a puzzled look and muttered, "Hope it's not the sandwiches that's making her do that...." 

At that, all of the kids--myself included--gave her our best goofy grins and went "heh, heh, heh", just like Karen did. We laughed when Becca's mother actually peered under the bread her of her sandwich, as if tomake sure it was ok. 

After dinner, we went back downstairs and tied up Donna, Shirley and Jim. They wanted us to tie them up. Apparently, the impromptu tickling game I played with Becca and Karen earlier appeared to be so much fun to the others that they wanted to try it themselves. 

I tied Jim's hands together, while Becca did the same for Donna, and Karen bound Shirley's. We made sure to bind our captive's hands in front of them. Once that was done, Jim and my cousins climbed onto the bed--with Jim seated in the middle of Donna and Shirley--while we tied their ankles together, then secured their feet to the metal frame of the fold out bed. The three of them were barefoot, and clad in bathing suits (the girls wore one piece suits). 

Jim glanced at Donna and Shirley on either side of him, then asked, "Hey, why am I in the middle?" 

He never got an answer, because my cousins pounced on him, tickling Jim's bare torso without mercy. He fought back as best he could, giving Donna and Shirley each a good tickle in their sides that made them squeal. 

Becca, Karen, George and myself took sides and eagerly cheered on our players. After several minutes of intense ticking, the three of them all collapsed on their backs with no clear winner. Donna held up her bound hands and said, "Ok, game's over. You can untie us now." 

That was when Becca gave me The Look. Her face developed an ear to ear grin and her eyes grew extremely wide. Becca sported The Look whenever she had a really naughty idea. Karen has described The Look as being "Becca's Cheshire Cat Face", and it's an apt description. 

Once I got The Look from Becca, I instantly knew what to do. Becca and I grabbed some extra clothesline rope, ran over to the opposite side of the bed, and tied Donna and Jim's bound hands down to the metal frame. I tied Donna's hands, and she made these funny whiny sounds as she stared upside-down at me. 

Karen started looking around for the roll of tape while Shirley tried to bite at the knot that bound her wrists. She even made these growling noises as she did so. George wound up finding the roll of tape and handed it to Becca, who gleefully tape-gagged Donna and Jim. Karen threw me another strand of rope, which I used to bind Shirley's hands above her head to the bed's metal frame. Becca then gagged Shirley. 

Our captives writhed and squirmed against their bonds as they let out muffled grunts under their gags. I stood over Shirley's bound hands, and leaned over her with my wiggling fingers hovering just above her exposed armpits. She glared at me, and if looks could kill, I would have been decapitated right there. But I tickled her anyway. 

Becca gleefully joined in with her own tickle assault on Jim and Donna. Karen, who stood on the opposite end of the bed, facing our captive's bound bare feet, merely stood there. When I called for her to join in by tickling our captive's helpless feet, Karen stuck her tongue out in an icky-face display of disgust. "Their feet are all dirty and stuff," she muttered, as she waved her hands distastefully. 

This appeared to rile up our captives even more than being tied and tickled. Donna let out a low moan of anger as she glared at Karen. 

Becca abruptly decided that our "dirty" captives had suffered enough...for now. Leaving our captives bound to the fold out bed like a trio of staked-out victims in a Tarzan movie, we went back upstairs. Becca went outside to speak with her mother, who was sunning herself in the recliner by the pool. 

As we stood on the back yard patio, I couldn't help but notice that George stood with a distracted look on his face, and I could imagine him scheming how he could sneak downstairs and free our captives. After a few seconds, he said, in his best innocent manner: "I gotta use the bathroom." 

Karen and I exchanged a furtive, knowing look. "Sure, George," she said sweetly. "You go right ahead!" 

George gave us a double take, as if he wasn't sure whether or not we were on to him. Then he took off and ran into the house, but he ran to the right, towards the basement steps, when the bathroom was actually to his left. 

"Is he gonna go in the corner?" Karen asked with a giggle. 

"We're both gonna be tied up again in no time," I warned her. 

Becca came over and happily extended an invitation to Karen and me to stay overnight at her house. She'd just checked with her mother, and she told Becca that everybody could stay over if they wanted to. Becca's eyes grew fearfully wide as she looked around and said, "Uh, where's George?" 

"Where else?" I said. "Freeing the captives." 

Becca took it much better than I expected. She simply shook her head with a smile and said, "Oh God, we're gonna get it!" 

The three of us ran back inside and stood at the top of the basement staircase. There wasn't much noise at first, then we heard some faint muttering, and then I distinctively heard Donna say, "Where are they?" 

George replied that we were upstairs. 

Becca, Karen and I stood right behind the wrought iron railing that overlooked the staircase. We saw the rec room light had abruptly been switched off, followed by whispers and what sounded like quick movement of furniture. 

Becca gave Karen and me a look that said "Uh-oh!" 

"Should we go to them?" Karen whispered. 

"Why not?" Becca replied as she shrugged her shoulders. Becca explained that, now that they were free, and since we technically owed them a game with us as their captives, we might as well get it over with. It made it seem like it was the honorable thing to do. 

And so the three of us quietly descended the stairs to our doom, our bare feet silent against the steps. I was out front, with Karen close behind me, her hands on my bare shoulders. We were startled to see a ghostly shape emerge from the gloom. It turned out to be George, who stared at us and said, "Oh, here you are!" 

I noted that he said this loud enough to warn the others inside. And, sure enough, Jim, Donna and Shirley appeared behind him, all pointing water pistols at us. We wuz captured! 

But not all of us. When I heard Karen cry out Becca's name in an annoyed fashion, I turned and saw Becca staring at us from the top of the steps. She had that big, Cheshire Cat grin on her face as she silently waved to me and Karen before skipping off. I was royally ticked, too; after she gave us that big speech about how we had to bite the bullet and offer ourselves as captives, Becca then runs off on us! 

Karen and I were pulled into the rec room, where Donna, Shirley and Jim had a whale of a time just trying to figure out what to do with us. While they debated, Karen and I had our hands tied behind our backs and were made to sit together on a sofa. Shirley came over and gagged each of us with tape. She left George to stand guard over us while she joined the debate. Our eager captors quickly nixed putting us back on the foldout bed, because they wanted to do something different!

Karen leaned close to me and I started to back away from her, thinking she was acting weird again. But then she glared at me over her gag. When I stayed put, she promptly started picking at the knot that bound my wrists. To do so, she sat so close that our legs were touching--a fact not lost on George, who promptly screeched, "Look! They're making out!" 

Karen abruptly stopped trying to free my wrists, but not before Shirley saw her moving around back there. She and George launched into this annoying chant of "Doug loves Karen!" over and over again. 

I glanced up at Jim, who shook his head and said, "Man, even tied up, they can't keep their paws off of each other!" 

Becca suddenly poked her head into the rec room and asked, "What are they doing?" 

"There she is!" Donna cried, as she raised her water pistol at Becca. "Get her!" 

Becca tried to run again, but Jim raced after her and grabbed his sister by the arm. With Donna and Shirley's help, Jim dragged Becca back into the rec room, where she was forced to kneel on the floor where her hands were bound behind her back by Donna. Like Karen, Becca also wore a two piece bathing suit. 

"That was really low," Becca muttered contemptuously. "Making up a story about Karen and Doug just to get me to come back down here." 

"No, they were really making out," George insisted. "Here, it went like this." He went so far to kneel down next to Becca with his hands behind his back and mimicked what Karen did to me by leaning very close to Becca's body. 

Becca stared in disbelief at him, then looked up and calmly said, "Would somebody get this little pervert away from me?" 

"What?" George said with a frown, as Donna pulled him back to his feet. "What did I do now?" 

Becca was tape-gagged by Jim, and we bound captives were herded into the guest bedroom, where Donna--in a fit of matchmaker inspiration--made Karen and me lie down face to face. She tied my feet together at the ankles, then hogtied them to my wrists. Shirley did the same for Karen. 

Becca was made to lie across the bed under Karen and me. She grunted and groaned loudly as our captors hog-tied her feet to her hands, as well. 

Shirley then made a big deal about how dirty our feet were, and we even suffered some mild tickle torture before an abrupt clap of thunder made our captors scurry away to watch the rain. 

The light was left off, but I could still see Karen's face in the dimness. I really didn't mind being tied up, the occassional flash of lightning only heightened the melodramatic mood of being a bound and gagged Junior Detective in the bad guy's lair. 

Karen kept staring at me with those wide brown eyes of hers. Then she suddenly crossed her eyes, which shattered my captive fantasy, but it still made me giggle. Karen, encouraged by my muffled laughter, crossed her eyes again and let her head slump against the mattress in a comic impression of being knocked out cold. This made me giggle even harder. 

Becca laid with her back facing us, and at one point, I saw her trying to crane her head over her bare shoulder in an effort to see just what the heck I was laughing at. 

Karen and I continued to clown around until Jim entered the room and loosened the ropes that bound my wrists. He leaned over me and said, "I'll only untie you if you promise not to attack Karen, all right?" 

I just laid there with my head against the mattress until he left. Karen wiggled her whole bound body, while making an excited screeching sound under her gag; she was obviously telling me the time had come for us to get out of here. 

After I pulled the ropes loose from my hands and feet and removed my gag, I untied Karen's wrists. I then leaned over to free Becca. No sooner was Becca's gag removed than she asked, "What was so funny?" 

I gestured at Karen, who sat up with her feet still bound and gave Becca one of her cross-eyed looks. 

"That's it?" Becca said, as she gave me a scornful look. 

Karen stuck her tongue out at Becca as she untied her feet. 

I'm going to stop, here. But there's still more nuttiness from the House Of Becca. Everybody stayed over that night, and we managed to squeeze in even more tie up games well into the wee hours. That story, the conclusion of this little epic, will be next. As always, thanks for reading. 

I remember the scene because it caused Michelle and I to argue. My point was that the scene was totally unrealistic. In real life a woman wouldn't be able do something like that, let alone tie up a bigger man and take him to the police station all by herself. Michelle was adamant that it could happen in real life. "Would you care to take a bet"? she asked. I said "sure" (I knew I was right). She said "If I can tie you up without you getting lose before the football game starts, you won't get to watch the game. Instead I get to watch the movie. But, anytime you get lose we switch over to the game. It was Monday Night Football, and my team Dallas was playing Washington (the game of the year). We had been discussing earlier during the day who was going be allowed to watch the TV as we both had our things we wanted to watch (we only had one TV). I had figured we would watch the game. She usually gave in. And I figured that even if for some strange, unlikely reason that I wouldn't get lose, she would untie me before the kickoff and let me watch the game anyway. 

It was about 7pm, one hour until kickoff. I said, "OK, let's do it". So, she said "OK, I want you on the floor next to the bed". So, I walked into the bedroom and laid myself on the floor next to the bed. A half a minute later she walked into the bedroom with some rope. She told me to put my hands behind my back. She pulled the rope around my hands 

I don't know where Michelle learned how to tie knots like that, but I have a feeling that she knew what was going to happen when she tied me up. Five minutes later Michelle came back into the bedroom. She started to taunt me by saying, "So when are you going to get loose? I thought you said women couldn't do this to bigger, stronger men". "OK, Michelle, you proved your point. You win, now let me loose so I can watch the game". She immediately shot back with "You know as well as I do that we had a deal. Either you get loose by yourself or I'll untie you when the game is over. In case you don't realize it, you don't have a lot of bargaining power right now". She then left the bedroom. It was 

In one last desperate move, I tried to go berserk by wiggling my feet and hands as hard as possible. Nothing. I was definitely not going anywhere. And my gag was still very tightly on. 

About 9 pm I was slowly getting over the fact that I was missing the big game. I was in awe how Michelle had done all this. I didn't know she had this sort of a dominant side to her. 

She was totally in control. About 5 to 11 she finally walked in to the bedroom. She was ready to go to bed. She asked me "Are you read to be let loose? I nodded my head (I figure I better not upset her, I didn't want to spend the whole night being tied up. "Are you going to behave"? Again, I nodded my head. She then untied me. First she untied the feet, then the rope to the bed, then the gag and finally the rope holding my hands together. 

After this incident we didn't have any more bets regarding me getting out of her knots… 

Ok here goes the story. Brian, David, and me had been at the pool for a couple of hours. My baithing suit was one of the ones with short tight shorts and tight top. I had a nice tan that summer, anyway, back to the story. David and Brian were bother 16 so they drove me to my house when I offered them to come inside to hangout. They said ok and came inside. They lived on the same street as me, we grew up together. I got a couple pepsi's and we started watching TV when somehow, I don't remember, we got on the subject of how we used to play. 
"We used to tie each other up all the time, especially Jennifer," Brian said, of course. 
I just kind of smiled. Then something unexpectant happened. David left the room while Brian went to my dad's room. I thought they were just goofing off like they always did, but when they got back Brian was carrying several belts and some neck ties and David had gotten a blanket from my bed. Before I knew what was happening Brian through me on the floor to my stomache and started tieing my hands behind my back. After that David started rolling me up in my blanket really tight. Then, Brian wrapped two belts around my arms, one around my upper arm and another around my torso, making it impossible to get out of that blanket, but that still wasn't good enough for them. They tied belts around my thighs and knees. Finally, they tied my ankles togethering with the last neck tie. 
"Are you guys through?" I said, hoping the answer was no. 
"Not quite," Brian said as he shoved a tie in my mouth and used another one, I didn't know he brought out so many, to tie tightly around my head. 
I tried to scream through my gag, but only faint mmmpphhs! Could be heard from a few feet away. 
"Just like the good ol' days, huh, David," Brian said. 
"Sure is, but I remember one other thing we used to do to her when we got her like this," David said as he got a wry smile on his face. 
Both of these guys were cute and I didn't mind what they did to me, but I was kind of scared because the last time i was tied up by them they didn't know what else girls were good for, besides tying up if you know what I mean. Anyway, David and Brian laid on the floor with me and ran their fingers down the blanket to my very exposed toes. When I realized what they were doing I squeaked with fright and wanting. Remember, I'm in my bathing suit this entire time and that wool blanket rubbing against my exposed skin made the experience more exciting. Brian and David began tickling my toes first. They each took a foot and began to work. I am extremely ticklish, and they knew that from way back. I can't even put into words how ticklish I am. This was pure torture to me. I screamed through me gag as my stomache began to ache with muscle cramps. I shook violently and snaked around the floor, but I was in their mercy. They really tortured me, I swear! They kept this intense tickling for what seemed like forever. Finally, they stopped. I looked up and immediatly noticed bulges in their trunks...I didn't mind because I was feeling the same way! I got another story that happens later that year during halloween with my dressed as a french maid... 
Jennifer

Does anyone who read Ryan's passage have any idea what series/movie he's referring to? Sounds like a good rental.

Our highschool was having a costume ball type thing and Brian and I decided to go with each other. It was fun, we danced and so on, but the real fun started later that night. We got home at 12 midnight and my parents were asleep, but Brian's dad, single parent, was away on a business trip. Brian asked me if I would like to come over and 'hang out'. I think I knew what he was thinking...We entered the empty house. I walked over to the couch and sat down. My skirt would ride up my legs whenever I sat down, I couldn't help it. I turned on the tv and just started watching when all of a sudden I felt something go around my neck and tighten. I looked behind me and there was Brian holding on to a leash...and the collar on me! 
"Get down on your stomache," he commanded. 
And when I didn't obey he pulled the collar and chocked me a little bit. 
"HEY!" I yelled,"That hurt." 
He said sorry and I laid down on the couch with my hands behind my back as told. I could feel something being intertwined around my wrists. It didn't feel to tight until he pulled on something and it tightened right up. Then he tied my elbows together, which limited my movement by a lot. I looked behind me as saw he was tieing me up with a soft cotton rope. He tied another long piece of rope around my torso and above and below my breasts. I couldn't move anything in my uper body. He helped me stand up and walked me down to his basement, leading me there with that dog collar. I frowned at him for putting that on me. In the basement, he made me lay down on the cold concrete floor and tied my knees together. Then, he tied my ankles and pulled them up to my wrists. He tied me in a very strict hog tie. I had no slack and my body was arched over. He gagged me with a hankie and some tape. Then he blind folded me with another hankerchief. I mmmphhed around and moved as best I could...I could feel my skirt riding up on me. The floor was cold and I was relieved I was wearing black tights. After about half an hour he untied me, but kept the blind fold and gag on. he said he had a suprise for me. He walked me over somewhere and took one of my wrists and tied it to something up in the ceiling. He did the same with the other wrist. My arms were spread exposing me very ticklish armpits. Then he tied me legs together, which made it real easy to lose my balance. 
"Are you ok?" Brian asked. 
I shook my head yes and he ran his hand up my leg and side to my armpit. I jerked. Then he started tickling both armpits at the same time and I thrashed around, but i couldn't get too out of control or I would fall put a lot of strain on one of my wrists. I literally had to stand almost still as he tickled me all over. He tickled softly and gently, but then erupted into a tickle frenzy. I had tears comming down my cheeks and felt myself about to throw up. I couldn't take anymore! Finally, he let me be. he took off my the blindfold and let me stay down there as he watched for another hour or so. I made several noises under my gag and I knew he liked it so I made more. 
He disappeared for a while and came back with a bucket. He brought it over and I looked inside...and I saw...ice! I tried to ask what are you doing, but it was very muffled and very unclear. He took one piece and ran it down my right arm as I squealed under my gag. I couldn't believe he was doing this! The last time he tied me up all he did was tickle me. I really started to struggle now. I noticed that bulge in his pants again and started to giggle. He droped several ice cubes down my back and held several up against me legs. Now my tights and uniform was getting wet. The last thing he did was so unexpected, I would never of thought he would do this...he cut two strands of tape and took two ice cubes. He taped one ice cube to one of my breasts and the other to the other breast. I screamed through my gag at him. It was so cold! We played around a while longer until I decided I'd better go. If you want to hear more of what brian and david did to me than say so, if not say so too! 
Jennifer

We were playing nintendo, Super Mario Bro's if I remember. It was David and Brain playing. They had their backs to me and were really into the game so I decided to slip away. I found a couple belts in his laundry room and quietly went back to where they were playing. I came up behind them and quickly wound a belt around them both around their upperarms. I took another and go their forearms. 
"HA! Gotcha!" I told them, finally getting my revenge after a year of tickle torture. 
They stood up and quickly wriggled free of their bonds. I just stood there and at the last minute I started to run away, but it was too late. Brian grabbed my arm and David grabbed my other arm. They put my arms behind my back as they circled a belt from my elbows down to my wrists, having both arms complety encased in belts from the elbow down. They walked me over to the couch and sat me down with my arms hung over to the back of the couch. They tied my arms to one of the back legs as they tied my ankles to one of the front legs. Being in the position exposed my sides and tummy...which they wanted. 
"Im sorry guy, just let me go," I begged them, but not really wanting to be untied. 
"No, you need to learn a lesson about trying to tie people up while they are playing nintendo," Brian said back. 
"C'mon, it was just a joke!" I told him. 
David left and came back from the laundry room with a sock and a small thin towel. 
"What are you going to do with that?" I asked, this would be my first time getting gagged. 
"I saw it in a movie," David replied. 
"You guys see everything in movies!" I shot at him. 
Before I could say any more David had shoved one of MY socks into my mouth and quickly tieing the towel around my mouth. I couldn't do anything but silently scream into the gag. If anyone was upstairs, they wouldn't have been able to hear me. This gag was totally knew and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I couldn't tell them to stop tickling me and that gave me a different kind of feeling, a more helpless feeling. Even though Brian's mom was upstairs, this was the first most helpless moment in my life. 

Then the tickling started. They each took one of my sides and started running their little fingers up and down. I was jerking and screaming through my gag like crazy. I couldn't move anywear on the couch because of the way I was tied. They eventually moved on to my tummy, another one of my ticklish spots. (For those who don't know, I'm one of the most ticklish people you will ever meet! I'm practically ticklish everywear!!!)After they heard my muffled beg for mercy they stopped, realizing they had been doing this for about 45 minutes. They sat down and started playing Mario Brothers again while I struggled and whimpered through my gag to let me go. After they had played that game for a bout 15 mins they came back over to me and took of my shoes and socks. I screamed through my gag, but no good. No one could hear me. They tickled my feet non stop for at least 20 minutes until I slumped over and tears came down my cheaks. Finally, after almost an hour and a half they untied me. I had belt marks on my skin, but they went away in a while. Hope you enjoyed that. It was the first time I was gagged so I thought i would share that one with you!

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I think I speak for many of us here when I say "please post your story." 

 That summer we decided it was going to be our summer of war. Me and Ben versus Janet and Beth. The rules were simple since we all lived on the same street, at any time either side could start the war. There were three things that could happen. 1. You could be killed( shot with a water gun.) 2. Taken prisoner( my personal favorite, and the one that frequently happened.) or 3. Total surrneder/victory. 

 The day after school was let out for vacation, my sister and Beth started the war. Beth came over to our house to talk to Janet. Knopwing that they could get the first shot in, i easedropped outside my sister's window( lucky for me she had a room on the bottom floor of the house.) After hearing them making a plan to get us later that day, i got on my bike and rode up the street to Ben's. 

 After hearing what they were planning , we decided to strike first. We got the water guns we kept in his garage and filled them up. Then we packed some clothesline rope and duct tape in Bens school bag. Ben originally wanted to go back down the street and get them, but we decided it would be better to ste a trap. 

 to be continued... 

 Ben's mother taught a summer semster at the local community college, so she would be gone all day. As would his dad who worked two towns over. We had the house to ourselves. 

 Afew minutes later, we watched as Janet and Beth walked up the drive way, carrying water guns, and Janet's backpack. I ran down into the basement knowing one try to get that way, Ben sat in waiting inside the hall closet near the front door. Those were the only two ways into the house. 

 I hid behind an old couch that Ben's parents hadn't had hauled away yet, and watched the screen door a few feet away. Sure enough, Beth came in silently. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, sneakers with no socks, and a light blue tank-top. 

 She glanced around real quick, satisfied that no-one was waiting she walked in. As she went past i crept up behind her, clamped one hand over her mouth and jammed my water pistol on her back. 

 I told her to drop her water gun, which she did at once. I had her lay fave down on the couch and pulled some rope out of the bag. I bound her wrists together behind her back and sat her up. to avoid her yelling out warning to my sister, i gagged her with a couple of strips of duct tape. I then tied her legs together at the knee and ankles. To make sure she wouldn't get away, i tied another peice of rope around a low hanging support bean and looped it around her wrist bindings. Now that i had Beth as a secured prisoner, I decided to help Ben get my sister 

 It all started out as a normal day in my life, I was going to go to a Freshman party at a teacher's house. I was driving my Mustang, which one of my friends was taking back to my house after I arrived. I picked up Wendi and Kathy at their houses and We sped to the party, which as usual we were fashionably late for. Well as soon as we pulled up I noted one of my friend's cars was their aloud. It wasn't long before my friend was leaving in my car, taking it back the 15 mile drive to my house. I began to observe who all was at the party, and was surprised that no more had shown up. Reguardless, I began to talk to my friend who was the only person that I would consider riding with that was present. He and I decided to go and get something to drink from the nearby store. Kathy and Wendi decided to come along so we did just that. The rest of the day was a basic party and about 8:00 Kathy, Wendi, and one of my other friends (Brenda), along with myself were the only people left at the party. The teacher came in and inquired on the party, and we told her that we had fun and she left the four of us alone in the living room (all piled up on the couch). We decided to go out to the pool house to get something to drink. Wendi and I were automatically nominated. We walked out to the pool house, alone at what was night by this time. While Wendi was pouring her drink I noted a few ropes (all long) were on the ground. I wend and rapped my arms around her back as if I were hugging her. She was enjoying it and she and I went to the darker room where the ropes couldn't be seen. I took her down with a trip, and set her softly on the ground, she laughed as I did it. She still had not seen the ropes in the corner of the room, I sat on her back now and I pulled one of the ropes over to me. She sorta hesitated as I pulled her arms behind her. She said "I will scream and then the rest of them would be out here in no time!". I looked at her and I said "I thought you loved me more than that?" she laughed and I chuckled to myself as I bound her wrist beind her back, wrist over wrist. I then tied her feet together so she wouldn't try to escape. She laughed again as I wrapped ropes above and below her breast, securing her arms even more. "Now what?" she asked and I wasn't sure how to answer. "Well," I answered finally "you aren't going anywhere.". She smiled and shook her head. "I am going to scream..." I then saw a roll of duct tape sitting on the nearby bar. "No your not." I went and got the tape, she went ballistic as I ripped off several peices long enough to go over her mouth. I then pinned her against the wall and began to taped her mouth. She didn't seem happy about it, but she wasn't putting up much of a fight. It wasn't long after Kathy was think that we had "gotten lost" somewhere, so she also was making her way out to the pool house. Wendi sat there and watched Kathy go into the actual main room of the pool house, and soon I emerged behind her. She turned and saw me, she was scarred by my presence. I said "Wanna do me a favor?", her being one of my close friends said "Sure, what?". I told her to lay down on her stomach, she did and then I tied her hands behind her back much in the same way I did Wendi's. She didn't mind at all and as I got her to her feet she turned and looked at me in the eye and she asked "Why are you doing this?" she smiled at me as I said "You ask too many questions, so I will have to fix that." We went into a room to the right which was pretty empty and I layed her down on her stomach and tied her feet together and gagged her with a wadded up towel. She protested, and I could understand her mmmmphs. "I will tell everybody about you going out with Wendi and Chelsea at the same time." which I was going out with no one at this time so it didn't bother me. Instead I pulled Kathy's shirt up and back behind her back adding to the ropes around her wrist. I untied her write and blindfloded her with her shirt. She was left wearing a wire bra and a pair of cut off shorts. I saw the key to the door hanging on the hook to the left to the door. As I exited the room I locked the door so no one would see her in her perdictment. Brenda now had come out of the house and was yelling to us. She yelled for a few minutes and went back into the house. I went into the room where Wendi still lay bound and gagged and I began some tickle torture which was arousing for both of us. Her muffled laughes under the gag were almost inaudible to anyone outside of the pool house. She finally laughed until tears came and I stopped at that point. I heard to door come open from the house which was over 70 feet away. I looked out of one of the windows and I saw Brenda coming I snuck out the back door and went around the other side which put me just behind Brenda. I grabbed her from behind, she screamed as I clamped my hand over her mouth and threw her in the swimming pool. She came out and looked at me with her pretty blue eyes and she just smiled. Brenda asked "Does this mean you are going to take me home with you? Or what?" All three of my victims were well built, and very pretty. Truth be known I had a crush on all of them. I gave Brenda a hand out of the pool and then with her dripping wet I bound her with duct tape and gagged her the same way I did Wendi, who was growind impatient with me. Just as I got through with gagging Brenda, who seemed the least enthusiastic of all three, I heard a roaring, thundering sound. It was the sound of my 351 Cleveland roaring into the driveway in front of the house. I also heard the sound of my friends Mazda in the driveway. I ran and unlocked the door where Kathy was and untied her hands, and took her shirt off as a blindfold. I then raced back to until Brenda, then Wendi. Kathy came in just a few minutes after (fully clothed), just as I had untied the last knot from Wendi's ankles for her. We went into the house and we went straight outside to my car and we got. I dropped Kathy off at her house and then Brenda at hers. Last we arrived at Wendi's house, where we got out of the car and went into her house. The rest is up to your imagination seeing as her mom and stepdad were out of town.

Epyon Slayer, that was an interesting story. How did you get them all back? 

 I tried to work my wrists loose, but she had tied them really tight. All i succeded in doing is making my wrist hurt. I thne spent some time trying to locate and reach either the knot that hog-tied me, or the one bimdimg my ankles together. Once again i had to marvel at Beth. she had tied me in what could only be called a perfect hog-tie. All the knots were facing away from my fingers. She had done her homework so to speak. 

 After several long minutes of squirming about i heard someone coming down the stairs. I heard Beth and Reanna giggling at my perdicament. I simply let out a grunt under my gag. 

 " Maybe we should untie him." Reanna said" He's been down here a long time." 

 Beth considered this and came up with a new idea. She bent down and released the hog-tie. She sat me up and puylled the blindfold off. 

 " Okay," she said." We want to get changed. You can go back to your house and dp the same, but you have to come back here as soon as your done. Your still our captive." I nodded in agreement. Besides i wantewd to get some dry clothes on, and this also presented a chance to tie both Beth( who to this day is still one of my favorite victims.) and Reanna in a bit of retribution. 

 The untied me and took the tape off my mouth. We agreed to meet in 10 minutes. I walked back across the street and changed into a t-shirt and jeans. A also stuck a couple of pieces of rope in my one back pocket and some handkercheifs in the other. 

 " Good to see your on time." She said. We went into the living room where Reanna was sitting on the couch watching t.v. On the floor was Beth's red backpack full of rope, bandanas and duct tape. 

 " Well," Beth said." Your still our prisoner, so turn around." I did as she said. She pulled my hands behind my back and tied my wirsts together. Then she had me sit on the couch and bound my ankles. This followed with the typical rope just above the knees. 

 While Beth was tying my ankles, Reanna took one of the bandanas and cleave gagged me, tying it tight behind my head. I was loving every minute of it. But would love it more when i got my chance to tie them up. 

 Beth then took a peice of rope, several legnths long and proceeded to bind it around my chest, pinning my arms behind me. after cinching it tight she stood back woth Reanna and admired their handiwork. 

 " Well," Reanna said" do we kep him or ransom him?" 

 Beth looked thoughtfully at me for a few moments and then got an evil grin on her face. Telling Reanna to wait there and keep an eye on me, she ran up stairs to her room. 

 Reanna sat on the other end of the couch and resumed watching t.v. While Beth was upstairs i began to carefully try to loosen my bonds. Luckily Beth hadn't been as careful with the knots as she had with the hog-tie earlier. 

 I was slowly working my wirst bindings loose, calmly watching the t.v. with Reanna when Beth came bounding downstairs, a peice of paper in her hands. 

 She showed Reanna first, who giggled and glanced up at me. Beth then walked over and showed me what was on the paper. It was a ransom note to my sister Janet. Apprently I was worht a milloin dollars to these two little terrorists. 

 " You're gonna make us rich." Beth laughed." Either that or Janet will join you." 

 This last staement surprised me, for up untill this point it had been Beth and Janet along with my sister's other friend Carrie against myself and my friend Ben. Apparently Beht was striking out on her own now. 

 " I'm gonna go wait outside for Janet to get home." Beth told Reanna." You keep an eye on him." Reanna agreed and Beth ended up sitting on her front stoop, while Reanna and I sat on the couch watchin t.v. 

 I began to grunt into my gag, getting Reana's attention. She slid over next to me and pulled the gag out. 

 " What is it?" she asked." The ropes aren't to tight are they?" 

 " No," I said." They're fine, I just ant to know if i can have something to drink?" She looked at me for a second trying to tel if I was trying to trick her. In part I was, I needed a few moments to work on the rope tied around me. But in truth I was also kinda thirsty. 

 " Okay," she said." I'll get you something to drink. But no funny stuff." I agreed. She got up and walked to the kitchen, which was on the onther side of the house. 

 I waited a moment to see if she was just playing with me, then feeling that she was gone, began to twist my shoulder back and forth. My hands felt about for the knot, finding it rather quickly I began to pick it loose.Soon i had lossend the ropes enough to slip out. 

 I heard Reanna coming back from the kitchen, so I sat back with my hands still behind me as though I was still securely bound. Reanna brought a galss of water which she kind enouch to put a straw in and hold the glass while I drank. 

 When i was done, she stuffed the bandana back in my mouth, and tied it off again. So i sat back again, semi bound and gagged. After a few minutes, Reanna went to see if bBeth was still waiting out fornt. 

 When she walked out of the room, I shrugged the wrist bindings off and brought marms around front, and swiftly lossened my ankle ropesand leg ropes enough to slip of at will. Whe I heard her coming back, I put my hands behind me again as though still bound. 

 She cam back into the room and looked at me. Shaking her head she plopped back onto the couch with a sigh. 

 " Beth said to check your ropes," she said." But you wouldv'e escaped by now if you could. So I guess you're ok." 

 We sat in silence for a few moments. I used the opprotunity to get a good look at her. Reanna was pretty, She had shoulder legnth wavy red hair( my personal favorite), Clear blue eyes, and some light freckles running across her face. She was wearing a white sundress with no sleeves, and a pair of sandals. Come to think of it Reanna was white hot! I was gonna love tying her up. 

 I began to grunt into my gag again. Reanna looked at me and slid over again. She pulled the gag out of mouth again. 

 "Now what?" she asked." You hungry this time?" 

 " No." I replied." I just wanted you to know something." 

 " Oh yeah what?" she asked. I quickly shrugged the roped binding my wrists and arms off and grabbed her, clamping a hand over her mouth. 

 " I can get loose when want." I said. Reanna's eyes had a look of shock in them. She knew what was coming. 

This particular incident occured during the sweltering summer. We were all 11, and out playing on a particularly sweltering day. Kim invited us all in to her house where it was cool. I probably should have seen the glint in all of their eyes, but all i could think of was cool lemonade. Fortunatly for him, Mike's mother came to get him early so he could pack for their approaching vacation. She did always have the best timing, mike's mother. 

Upon entering, Katie fibbed that she had some lemonade down in the basement. When we all walked down, Emily grabbed me by the waist, Alex took off my shirt and then, with emily, pulled both of my arms back behind me somewhat painfully. I was stronger, definitly, but i could get no leverage, and i enjoyed these games. Dragging me on to an old, slightly small, four poster bed, they tied each of my limbs to a post, with my ankles tied to the bottom two. Then, Katie took off my shoes and socks agonizingly slow. Then, i knew the torture was about to begin. All of our parents had gone out to their weekly social things. All day i would be stuck here. And all of the girls were master ticklers. Making tickling motions with her hands to get me to squirm, all the girls immediatly dove in to their work. And with me wearing nothing but jean shorts, being spread out with all my weak spots open, and me being extremly ticklish, it wasn't hard. They were about to start when Alexandra, apparently the brains for today, cried "Stop!" Taking out some twine, she tied my big and little toes back, leaving all the most ticklish spots on my feet open. Then it began. 

Emily and Kim went for my bare sides, while Alexandra and Kathryn went for my bare feet. Then, out of the shadows, came Kim's older sister, Jamie, who had gotten us all started on the tie up games. Straddling me on the bed, but in a position so she didn't mess up anyone, she did a few things. First, she untied my hands and then tied them up to a bolted down post *behind* the bed, making me pulled back more and leaving my skin taught and ripe for tickling. Then, she began on my stomach with her long nails. 

After about thirty seconds, i was writhing and screaming and laughing, and the girls didn't show any intention of letting up. My parents wouldn't be home for 7 hours, and i knew i was in trouble. I was howling and screaming and tearing, when they suddenly stopped. I looked around with blurry eyes, to see what was happening. Alexandra left, and returned with a pitcher of ice. Now, during one of our last torture sessions, as turnabout had gone round, we had been forced to divulge what made us squirm ticklishly the most and other wise. For me, it had been everyone on my body, but especially with cold things. 

As Alexandra drew nearer, I got scared. She handed each one of the girls an ice cube and set the pitcher down. Then, almost in unison, they placed the ice cubes against me. I howled from it being cold and it tickling. Then, they also resumed tickling. This went on for an hour, with a ten minute break, then another hour, for three and a half hours! 

Fortunatly for me, the cavalry arrived. Hearing the door slam, kim, thinking her mother was home early, went up stairs to check. Then 5 minutes later, Emily went up to check. Then Katie, then finally alexandra. Then, Jamie. A few minutes after that, I watched in awe as mike strode down calmly and untied me. Before i could ask, he shushed me and escorted me up stairs. 

When i arrived upstairs, I saw all of them tied up, stripped down to their swimsuits, barefoot, and chained (using some old chain) back to back. We then tortured them for the next couple of hours, till our parents came home and we parted. New story next time! =/\=MARK=/\ 

 Thanx!

 We had a good week together, taking part in all the larger group study sessions and hikes but also being on our own pursuing our own chosen project up on the Scottish moors near Pitlochery. 

 I took a natural interest in the three young ladies but without much initial success. Angela missed her boyfriend intensely and couldn’t wait to get back to the field centre most evenings so she could use the payphone. Sarah was fun but was adamant that she had had enough of boys at present as she was just getting over some heart breaker. Katy said she didn’t have anyone special at the moment but kept talking about her ex boyfriend. 

 I had done a great deal of hiking and hill walking with the RAF Cadets so naturally took the lead most of the time – usually with the consent of the girls. One afternoon towards the end of the week we four were atop the mountain near the field centre when the heavens opened. It was a really ‘interesting’ summer thunderstorm and we decided we should get off the hill as quickly as possible. This lead to my plotting of a very ‘fast’ route down to the centre and in the course of our descent all three girls fell and got absolutely soaked. I must admit I couldn’t help myself laughing at them but they ‘blamed’ me for their discomfort and, unbeknown to me, plotted their revenge. 

 That evening all the various study groups were working away in the labs of the centre but Katy, Angela and Sarah were initially missing. I was a little concerned because we had to finish our project that evening to enable us to present to the group the next day. There was no point in delaying so I got on with some of the writing up and therefore didn’t notice the three of them coming into the lab via the fire exit. The next thing I knew they had jumped me and whilst Sarah and Angela sat on me Katy tied my arms and legs with long scarves and pantyhose. They didn’t do a particularly good job and when they sat me up on a high stool in front of the rest of the group it didn’t take me too long to get free – albeit with a very red face. 

A little later I managed to talk with Katy alone and issued a challenge to her and her partners in crime that if they cared to try again in the empty dorm room I shared with two of the other guys I bet I could get free from whatever they managed to come up with. Katy thought this was a good idea and agreed to talk to Sarah and Angela. In the event it was only Katy who came up to my room and she proceeded to tied me up extremely well with the scarves and pantyhose (but unfortunately no gag). After I’d struggled to get free for about 15 minutes she decided she’d better let me go in case we got disturbed and people got the wrong idea. 

Two days later the course ended and I sat with Katy for the majority of a long train ride home. During the journey I asked her how she’d become interested in bondage. She said she’d been playing games with her female cousin since she was about 6. They’d experimented with a lot of different items to bind each other and had also used some interesting things as gags. I asked her why she hadn’t gagged me – she said she hadn’t known if I would like it. 

I learnt more than simple biology on that field trip and found that I wasn’t alone in my love of bondage. Later Katy and I became an item – even though she lived some 120 miles from me – and we experimented some more – but that had better wait for a future telling. 

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 Well, I noticed her friend had a backpack with her. When I asked, she said, "Turn around, and I'll take out what's inside." I did so, but the second I heard the bag unzip, I was pushed to the ground by BOTH girls. They both layed on top of me. One of them held my arms, while the other tied my wrists together. It felt like panythouse or something. They then tied my ankles together with the same material. They then tied my ankles to my hands, an efective hog tie. I asked, "What's this about?" They replied, "We always do this to all our friends..hehe". 

 I then asked, "Damn, where you a girl scout...cuz this knot it tight!" Well, she thought a gag was necessary! I cried helplessly, "No!! No...don't gag-mmmppphhhggggg!!! MMMpphhhhggg!!!" I swear, I must've mmmmpppphhhggg'd for about 5 minutes before I looked up from my hogtie, only to see them with more rope. They tied it around my hogtie, and to my "pull up bar" in the hallway. They made a sort of pulley out of it. Then both girls yanked on the cord, which suspended me in the air, off the ground, and tightneing my bonds!!! The pain was unbearable..mentally and physcially! 

 "Are you ok? Cuz we're having a blast!" I mmmpppphhhggg a lot now, so maybe they'd remove the gag. Judy did. "What do you want?" she asked. I replied, "What is this for?! Why are you doing this?!" She then said, "Why not?!" I tried to reply by saying, "Whatta mean, why not? I'm getting mad now, I mean, I'm hanging from my-mmmpppphhhgggg!!!" The gag was re-inserted. I hung there, until a few hours later they cut the line loose. They left the gag on, and the hogtie. they left me there, and I never saw them again! About a few hours later, I was able to get freee. I was so humiliated!

HI ALL, IMMORTAL HERE. 
 
 

TO ANDY V, THIS IS THE 3RD TIME THE SITE HAS BEEN UP, THEN GONE AGAIN, NOT THE 10TH, AND IT WAS SHUT DOWN BY ME NOT ANYONE ELSE SO BEFORE YOU OPEN YOUR BIG MOUTH GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT.
 
 

TO ALL OTHER READERS

JUST TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT THE KTUAT SITE IS NO LONGER IN OPERATION DUE TO TIME AVAILABLE TO ME. 

I KNOW THIS MAY SOUND SELFISH BUT I DO HAVE A LIFE TO LEAD AND WITH WORKING AT NIGHT TIME WITH HOURS OF WORK EXCEEDING 10 HOURS AND WHILE I AM RUNNING THE SITE I AM UNABLE TO HAVE THAT LIFE, FOR THIS REASON I HAVE SHUT DOWN THE SITE. 

I MAY RETURN IN THE FUTURE, AND I SAY NOW, THAT THE NEXT TIME I RETURN THE KTUAT SITE WILL BE ON IT'S OWN SERVER, WHICH WILL SAVE ALOT OF TIME AND GIVE ME TIME TO RUN BOTH THE SITE AND HAVE A LIFE. 

AGAIN I AM SORRY TO THOSE WHO CONTRIBUTED AND TO THOSE WHO VISITED REGULARLY. 

CANUCK YOU RUN A GOOD SITE HERE AND WHEN AND IF I RETURN I HOPE YOU WILL STILL BE AROUND, MY APOLOGIES FOR THE SMALL OUTBURST TO ANDY V ABOVE BUT I FELT I SHOULD SAY SOMETHING.. 
 
 

FOR NOW GOOD BYE EVERYONE, BUT ALWAYS REMEMBER: 

AN IMMORTAL NEVER DIES

Even though I do not have many growing up bondage expirience yet... I still am only 12 years old and have a long way to go. Thank you Canuck. It's a great site. 

Andy can be caustic at times, but I don't think he means anything by it. But it can be annoying to those who are not familiar with his style. There are times I wish that he would think a little bit, and choose his words more carefully, before he starts pounding on his keyboard. 
 

As for the Immortal's site, it will be missed, and I, for one, hopes he gets his life in order, and gets his site back up sometime in the near future. 
 

Tony

 First I just want to say that this site is grate and there are a lot of good stories in here. Which make me remember a few memories of my own so I decided to tell you about one of them. 

 This story is sort of a continue of a story I posted at the soft and woolly bondage site called “winter indoor game” (if you want to read that one too). Anyway, I did grow up in a small village in the north of Sweden. I didn’t have a lot of friends and have no sister or brother. Our neighbours had two boys, Andrew 14 (same age as me at the time) and he was my best friend (still are), and his brother Daniel who was 12. We used to play and hang around a lot all three of us and I often played with Daniel too. He nearly became my kid brother too. Since Daniel was the youngest of us, we often teased him and wrestling him to the ground and sometimes even tied him up. All this always was in a playful way, no hard feelings as I remembered and anyway, most of the times Daniel deserved the treatment. 

 This time I was with the guys and their parents on a ski vacation at some ski place somewhere for the week. We were out skiing and one day Andrew asked me when I was going to get Daniel back for what he did to me a few days earlier (se soft and woolly site). On our tour up the hill we planned what I (and Andrew as well) should do. Daniel were waiting for us at the top and I think he saw in our eyes and faces that we were up to something because suddenly he took of down the hill. 

 Andrew and I went after, we were pretty good skiers all three of us but since we were older and bigger Daniel couldn’t get away from us. I skied up beside him and “made” him stop (well I tackled him into the snow). We wrestled for a while, both laughing, when I decided to make my move. I managed Daniel on to his stomach (he still had the skies on) and pinned his arms to his back. I used a cord I have in my pocket for my skies to tie his wrist together. Then we helped him up. I told him we were going to take a trip but first I have to blindfold him…...cont.

 We skied down to our cabin, since Daniel’s and Andrews parents were out we were alone. We took off our skies and went inside, Daniel still tied and blindfolded. We led him to our room and laid him on his bed. We told him since he was going to take a nap we have to take his ski dress off. We stripped him in to his underwear and T-shirt. We find some more rope and other stuff and began to tie Daniel up. Andrew took care of his feet and legs and I did his arms and the rest of the body. 

 All the time Daniel was blindfolded but was very cool and insulted us all the time and I remembered very well the gag Daniel had used on me a few days earlier. I went for Andrew’s soccer scarf (a similar to Daniel’s but red/white) and cleave gagged Daniel and since the scarf was very long I tied it at his neck and then wrapped it around Daniel’s head twice and tied it once again very tight over his mouth. He looked very funny with his head all wrapped in both his own and Andrew’s scarves. You could only see his noose sticking out between the scarves. Now it was time for sleep, we stuffed Daniel in to his own sleeping bag and zipped the bag all the way up just remaining a small hole at the top for air. And to be sure he wasn’t going to freeze, we borrowed him our sleeping bags too. There he was bagged, roped, gagged and blindfolded. 

He “slept” for an hour or so before we released him. I remember he said he was very hot but a kind of exciting too, not to move or talk or see anything. Well, this was the way I remembered it. I’m sure if you asked Daniel he has another version of what happened but we both had fun. 

 Okay, thanks for reading (and I’m sorry, my English should really be better) and hope you liked my story. 

See you around! 

 Fredrik

 I was camping with this girl I knew, Brenda (who is 16), and her 11 year old friend. I've known her for a long time, but we were never really close friends. Anyways, after a day of fun, I noticed how beautiful she became, and she also saw how "cute" (that's the way she put it) I had gotten. Well, that nite, after all the parents went to bed, she offered me to go into her tent and play some cards. Well, me, her (Brenda), and her 11 year old friend (Janet) were in the tent playing cards for about an hour when we got bored. Brenda offered me to sleep in her tent, and I agreed. 

 Brenda and Janet went out the tent. "Don't leave, we'll come back with a game!". Well, I figured they went to get like UNO or some other card game. When they came back, Brenda and Janet told me to lay on my stomach and close my eyes. I did so, and the second I did, Brenda put my arms behind my back and jerked them upwoards so I was in pain. While holding them, Janet tied them together, vertically. She used two pieces of "camping" type rope, so it kinda burned. When she finally tied the knot, I asked "What the hell are you doing?!". Brenda just simply replied with, "We're taking you our boy prisoner!". She then stuffed my face into the sleeping bag, while Janet tied my ankles. They took another peice of rope, and tied my hands to my ankles, and very strict hog tie. My fingers were grazing my bare feet, and to tell you the truth, I was enjoying this! 

 Well, when I asked, "What now?!". Brenda and Janet said, "You're our prisoner...and no one can help you!". Before I knew it, I got MY own sock stuffed into my mouth! She then tied her pantyhouse around that, keeping the gag in place. I mmmmpphhhgg a lot, beleive me! She then put the sleeping bag over me and said, "Goodnight!". I struggled for an hour, but to my amazement, Brenda got up and untied me. I asked her why and she said she had a fetish for it. Then we (to my suprise also) started to cuddle, and then make out. Right when she dozed off, I noticed the pantyhouse, and decided to make use for it! 

 I grabbed it, and tied it quickly around her hands. When she woke up, I made her put her arms under her legs, so her hands were now tied behind her back. I then gagged her with my sock, and tied it off with her friend's pantyhouse. I tied her ankles together, and gave her a hogtie, just like the one I was in! A few hours and mmmppphhhgggss later, I let her go. We've (since then) have become great friends, I'm still in touch with her today. We only live a few miles away here in Scottsdale Arizona. 

 Tell me whatcha think! 

I had just been ambushed outside of my house by Chris and Kevin, (see my last post) and kidnapped. Now Chris was delvering the ransom note that would lure another friend, Stephanie(14), into their clutches. Now I enjoy being tied up, and when I am I like to be as realistic as possible. I love the kidnap scenario: surprised, hand gagged (a small detail commonly overlooked), dragged about struggling, and forcably tied up. Anything less is just that: less. Anyone agree with me here? It was about 8:00, and there I lay, hog tied on the floor of my room under Kevin's guard. After my first escape attempt, which failed, he decided to stay and guard me while Chris was gone. He was watching the TV that was in my room and kept watch over me from the corner of his eye, but that didn't stop me from trying to work loose from my tape-reinforced rope bonds. I worked when he wasn't looking, thinking I might be able to get the drop on him if I managed to break free and still appear tied up until the last second. This failed, as Chris soon returned from his delivery. We all live pretty close together, no more half a mile away, so it didn't take him long. "I put it in the mail slot, rang the doorbell, and ran." said Chris. "What if her mom finds it or something?" asked Kevin. "I thought of that too, so I put it in an envelope with her name on it. It should get to her safely," he turned to me, grinning evily, "it's only a matter of time. You won't be alone for long." It wasn't long before we heard the doorbell ring. "Its unlocked," Chris assured Kevin, who nodded and turned off the lights in my room. They took their places behind the door and left it open a crack. "Hello?" Stephanie's voice drifted from the hall downstairs. "Katie, is this some kind of joke?" she was coming up the stairs. Apparently she didn't know the note was from Chris. Everyone was quiet, including me, until I realized I should be stopping this. I did my best to yell throught my gag, but the sock absorbed the sound amazingly well, and the tape stopped any air flow so any sound I could make would have to go through my nose. She may have heard my grunts, but if she did it only served to make her curious. She pushed the door open and turned on the light to reveal me hog tied and barefoot on the floor. Before she could react, Kevin grabbed and hand gagged her, forcing her to the ground, while Chris went to work tying first her hands, then feet, shoved my other sock in her mouth (hey!), and tied a rolled up pillowcase over her mouth in a detective gag. Stephanie is about 5'6, with shoulder length light red hair, which she usually keeps in a pony tail, and green eyes. She was wearing a purple tank top and short dark blue shorts (kinda khaki material, don't know what its called), and flip flops, which she soon lost as Chris and Kevin began to their tickle torture. I'm not a lesbian, but seeing girls tied up and struggling excites me just as much as seeing guys tied up or being tied up myself. Don't ask why. Stephanie is probably less ticklish than me, but they had her in tears by the end of 10 minutes. I just watched, knowing I was helpless. Kevin looked up at me and asked, "What's wrong, you jealous or something?" He walked over to me and rubbed his fingers across the balls of my feet, conveniently held up due to my hog tie. Again I died laughing as he gently scratched the arch, slowly increasing speed and pressure. Then he traced his fingers in between every toe and scratched there. It was even harder to avoid being in a hog tie, as too much weight thrown to one side too fast can cause you to lose your balance. Of course I was too hysterical to think strait, and threw my legs to the right causing me to come crashing down on my side. Then they left me alone to regain my composure. Stephanie was made to sit in a chair with her arms behind the back and a rope was tied around her chest and the chair back to secure her in the chair. Then Chris tied another rope around her legs that went behind the chair and up to her wrists, causing her to have to stretch a little and keeping her taught. "One more to go," said Kevin. And I knew who it was. The last person who used to play tie up games with us was Lisa(15). "Ok, lets go call Lisa," said Chris and they left the room. Once sure they were gone, I inched my way toward Stephanie. Before I even got halfway, I heard a noise coming from my window, which was half open. I craned my neck over to see someone opening the window. It was Lisa! I couldn't believe it! Lisa is pretty short, about 5'5", and has brown hair down to her shoulder blades and dark green eyes. She was wearing a white tank top and kinda baggy khakis. She strode over to me and pulled off my gag. I spit out the sock, and burst out, "How the hell did you know where we were?" Lisa went on untying me and said, "Stephanie called me when she got the ransom note. It's been a few years since we've played, but she knew something was up." Stephanie nodded. I stood up, rubbing my wrists where the rope had dug into my skin. As much as I had enjoyed being tied up, I was itching for revenge. We untied Stephanie and readied ourselves for the guys' return. We didn't have to hide or anything since we outnumbered them. So we waited and when Chris and Kevin came back (upon learning that Lisa wasn't home), we all sprang at them. "Dammit!" yelled Chris as I grabbed him. Lisa tackled Kevin and Stephanie helped tie them up. After hog tying them, we put their own sweaty socks in their mouths and taped over that. Then we tickled their feet for about half an hour. We left them up there, knowing they could escape eventually, and went downstairs to watch TV. They soon came down with hurt pride, although they were good at hiding it. We just hung out for the rest of the night and they all slept over. But that still leaves staurday night... which is story for another time. I'm tired of typing. Let me know what you think!